#kinda a bit of a break inbetween working on things

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Little wip 👀

(Actually proud of my lineart here hence I’m showing it off)

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[oh-no-its-bird]

Obkk modern au where where Kakashi and Obito are online friends who have never seen eachothers faces. It's a years long friendship (and mutual silent crush) where they've helped eachother through what was truly the darkest parts of eachothers lives.

But irl they also happen to know eachother from childhood due to having gone to the same schools and shared the same classes, and they fucking DESPISE the other. You can not stick them in a room without someone starting a fight.

When they interact irl, play into specifically the early dynamics of obkk, with kind of superficially happy/dumb Obito and a "follow the rules to the letter" grumpy overachiever Kakashi

But when they're online, play more into the older obkk dynamic.

Where Obito shows that he has a pretty big mean streak/humor and a serious talent for playing dumb; where he overlays his happier side irl for just social reasons.

While Kakashi shows he's actually super lazy and imperfect with most other factors of his life outside of work/school (and ofc downplays his actual work ethic when it comes to work/school, framing himself as doing bare minimum when he should really do more (bc he genuinley believes that)) and has a pretty wicked sense of humor himself, a love of over-romantic, fluffy porn, and a habit of using endless "cute" emotocons

Kk: Did my proposal today, it was so bad... I really slacked off this time on it. I was so nervous they'd tell me no (｡﹏｡")

Kk: I guess the other presentations must have been pretty bad too because they picked mine anyways? I feel so lucky (╥﹏╥)

Ob: it's ok even if you tried your best!! Im proud you were able to do even as much as you did.

Ob: I'm glad you got it, at least one of us won their proposal today. That jackass had a fucking 30 slide detailed slide with 6 DIFFERENT PIE CHARTS and a scheduled water break inbetween. Fucking kissass

Kk: nooo im sorry ( •̯́ ^ •̯̀)

Ob: it's whatever. Just glad you got the thing :)

Ob: want me to kill your boss tho.

Kk: lol

Kk: I'll help hide the body ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

And then one day Obito does some sort of very mean prank on Kakashi. And it goes uhh. Badly.

I mean, badly for Kakashi. Obito thinks it went great!

That is till he gets home and finds his best friend for a decade, and crush for even past that decade, texting him about a very specific mean prank that got pulled on them.

Wait. No. Wait. WAIT. FUCK.

So like. Obito is a bit conflicted now. He doesn't know what to really do here??? Like. What if it ruins everything with his best friend??? But also hey best friend why the FUCK are you such a BITCH.

But also also, suddenly Obito is recontextualizing SO many of their interactions— from Kakashi suffering the devistating loss of his father when he was especially annoying, to explanations of why he reacted certain ways. And oh my god Obito is... also a kind of a bitch???

Obito has NO idea what to do and is just swinging so violently back and forth on what are really his only two options.

And sometimes he's like gleefully feeling vindictive bc after arguing with irl Kakashi, online Kakashi is ranting about "that same asshole again" at work, so Obito is like "I KNEW it was getting to u, haha you're NOT better than me after all!!!"

But then later he feels kinda bad about it bc like. Aw wait no he actually might have genuinley hurt the person he loves. And also he doesn't want to lose getting to see the real Kakashi, a mix of both of his masks, by fucking this up and choosing wrong.

Anyways Kakashi finally somehow figures it out on his own, they fight, they make up, they make out.

The end yay happy ending

There's an alternate universe where neither of them every found out about eachother and continued to be friends online and hate eachother to escalating degrees offline. But one day they start to slowly shift in dynamics. Irl they get closer and online they get so much angrier and more distant. Till we've swapped and now online they just have this GIANT fallout but offline they're actually in love now. And this continues till they're about to get married/no longer on speaking terms with eachother. And so on their wedding day they reach out again online but ONLY to hate on eachother like "oooo fuck you I'm so happy rn I just got MARRIED."

"Oh yeah you bitch??? So did I. And my husbands better than anything your ugly ass could ever pull"

"FUCK YOU MY HUSBANDS FUCKING AMAZING AND YOURS IS PROBABLY LOOKS AND ACTS LIKE SHIT"

"OH YEAH????"

"YEAH!!!"

"PROVE IT!"

And then they very sharply turn and take simultaneous photos of eachothers furious faces and then angrily, instinctivley press send.

And then they stop. And then they have a moment of dead silence.

And then they begin to have an actual, physical fist fight in front of the uncut wedding cake with ALL of their friends and families watching. And the photographers with their very ready cameras.

There was a lot of cake.

Yeah that was ah uhh. Interesting

The good news at least is now they have a photo of them fist fighting like they want to kill eachother while covered in wedding cake in a frame that says "happy marriage <3" on it, and they like to joke about it (to many, many peoples horror)

The end yay happy ending x2

If I were to write this fr I think I'd legally have to write both versions bc both are excellent

[colourstreakgryffin]

Hi I’m the anon who submitted the ‘Hi! I hope you’re having a good day, I was wondering if you could do a platonic fanfic with parental Husk and Angel dust with a teen reader who tries to sneak out to prove their ‘adult’ enough to go out on their own. Maybe they get caught w a secret S/O 🤔’ ask and to answer your question I think a Huskerdust parental duo would be killer, thanks!

Hmmm… okaaay! That can work! This is my first Angel Dust writing as well! Let’s just pretend HuskerDust isn’t built on sexual harassment and that these two get married after a healthy relationship— just a little AU for a, could be, cute couple… if it’s handled better! Also, sorry… this is kinda short

Husk and Angel Dust- Growing Up

Before anything starts. Let’s establish how these two gay dads treat their adoptive teenage child!

Husk is a doting and caring but also strict and wise father. He gives off the most brutal but truthful advice and reality facts. He is a loving parent and won’t tolerate his child being mistreated or bullied so you can always turn to him when upset or in need for help, he is emotionally intelligent and protective after all

Angel, on the other hand, is the most affectionate and mindful father you’ll ever meet and have. He isn’t the one to deal out the punishments, he’s the fun one. Playing with his child, giving them unconditional love, support and encouragement but he is also quite protective. He will come running at the drop of a hat

Whilst both Husk and Angel encourage their kid to be independent and not rely so much on them, they aren’t a fan of letting you out on your own. You are still fifteen and therefore, completely vulnerable to this nightmarish hellfire realm called H E double hockey sticks

However, you’re determined to prove to both of your dads that you’re capable of defending yourself and be an adult so you’ve been recently sneaking out of your home and going around Pentagram City. On your own, no protective powerful Overlord father or protective infamous actor father

You’ve been doing it for weeks now. Going behind your dads’ back to prove to yourself, then to anybody, your complete and utter independence… but of course, all good things must end

And both of your dads had caught you escaping the house through the window and your beloved partner, a demon you fell in love with and begun dating in secret, just waiting in the backyard of your home whilst you climb out

Husk is very annoyed and ordering you to explain yourself, not at all happy with what you’ve done whilst Angel is dragging you off the windowsill and is resisting the urge to cry since his heart is broken

Your dads fend off your lover, not wanting to deal with them at this moment whilst they are trying to scold their child for doing this… and yes. This causes a big old fight with your parents. You just wanted to prove that you can handle yourself whilst your dads aren’t happy that you did something so reckless and harmful to yourself

Husk takes a bit longer to own up to his accident. Making you cry and angrily go to bed. You’re nearly a legal adult and they are shackling you… Angel can sense how you feel and immediately apologies for his lashout and tries to encourage his husband to do the same thing

When they do. They talk to you, accepting and encouraging, to try make a compromise inbetween you wanting to go outside at night to have fun with your lover, and talking to them and informing them about your location so you three will be happy

Husk lays down the must text them rule with this accommodation himself and his husband have made for you, their precious baby, that you must follow this at all causes whilst Angel is actually excited about you going to have fun on your own but begs you to inform either himself or his husband if anything bad happens to you

They just love you… please. Give them a break, they’ll try their best to let you do whatever you want on your own… as long as they know you’re okay

“Heartthrob. Do you have your present for your partner? Yes? That’s good. When you get to the party, text me or your father so we know you’re okay. That’s all we ask now. Here, let me finish rolling you up before you go”

“Fluffball! Fluffball! Fluffball! Aww! You look so precious! You’ll blow the competition off the dancefloor and you’ll make that partner of yours’ jaw drop! Make sure to shoot me or your dad a text when you’re there, ‘kay?“

[kcrossvine-art]

hi birds of paradise and of prey! I sincerely hope your 2024 has been kind to you so far, and if it hasn't, I hope it starts being fucking nicer soon. We got eyes on it and are ready to take it out should it fail.

I'm coming to the end of my list here soon, so if anyone has ideas on what they'd like to see next, please do hit me up! Even if its just a piece of media with interesting food in it and not a specific dish you wanna see. My roommate got me a recipe book from that TikTok fantasy tavern guy, "recipes from the lucky gryphon"? So we could also take a shot at a few of those, although im not really familiar with his work. Regardless-

We will be making Stuffed Cabbage from Lord of the Rings Online today!

(As always you can find the cooking instructions and full ingredient list under the break-)

MY NAMES CROSS NOW LETS COOK LIKE ANIMALS

SO, “what goes in to this Stuffed Cabbage?” YOU MIGHT ASKYou cant kinda put whatever you want for seasonings and even the meat filling. I used ground beef but pork and lamb are also stellar candidates.

Yellow onion

Garlic

2 eggs

Ground beef

Rice

A head of cabbage

Oregano

Thyme

Red pepper flakes

Cumin

Crushed tomato

Tomato sauce

AND, “what does this Stuffed Cabbage taste like?” YOU MIGHT ASKBa bawsa

Very, very filling wow

2 rolls filled me up for a meal and i made about 20-ish from one head of cabage

A bit plain tbh, the texture is great but I'd really double up on the seasonings

A blank canvas for you to impart your spice preferences onto

Reheating makes it taste almost identical to fresh

Would pair well with a hot sauce dip

could also go well with an artichoke dip

If you run out of room and need to layer the rolls, I'd try experimenting with pouring some of the crushed tomato and sauce inbetween the stacked rolls. Otherwise the ones at the bottom lack a lot of the tomato flavor. However it might make the bottoms on the rolls laying ontop soggy?

. Where rice called for, used long grain white rice

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I've never blanched anything before. Theres not much western food that calls for it, meanwhile whenever my friend from malaysia shows a dish they ate, 9 times out of 10 the vegetables are blanched. Much easier process than the fancy name might suggest- boil water and dunk the thing in until its done. Whatever 'done' may be for the thing you are cooking.

Also for the ground beef (or whichever meat you use) you don't have to cook it beforehand, but in doing two tries at making these cabbage rolls i would recommend you at least season your meat before mixing it with everything else. The meat will cook to a safe temperature inside the cabbage rolls, i just prefer the taste and texture of it when cooked twice.

I give this recipe a meandering 7/10 (with 1 being food that makes one physically sick and 10 being food that gives one a lust for life again.) I want to review more horrible recipes, truly i do, so that the rating scale isnt always a 6 and above, but whenever i try something horrible its like "why the fuck would i put all the effort into making and sharing a review of this thing i Do Not Want others to eat????" yknow?? Would people be interested in roasting horrible recipes? 

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Ingredients:

1 yellow onion

6 cloves of garlic

2 eggs

2 lbs ground beef

1 1/2 cup cooked rice

1 large head of cabbage

28oz crushed tomato

14oz tomato sauce

Oregano

Thyme

Red pepper flakes

Cumin

Salt/pepper

Method:

Saute garlic and onion in butter over medium heat until onions are caramelized. When done, remove from heat and let cool.

Season the beef to your liking with cumin, red pepper, and salt. Very, very lightly cook the beef in the same pan used for the garlic and onions. Cook until it starts to brown, but dont let it darken. 

Beat eggs thoroughly with oregano, thyme, salt, and pepper.

Add all of the above ingredients together in a bowl with (cooked!) rice. Mix thoroughly then cover and let rest in the fridge.

Core and blanche your cabbage in boiling water, peeling them off as they become limp.

Once you've separated all the leaves, cut off any thick stems that would prevent the leaf from folding.

Put roughly 2 tablespoons of meat filling into each leaf. Fold the sides of the leaf inwards and roll it up. Place each cabbage roll seam-down into a casserole dish.

If they don't all fit in one layer, its more than okay to stack. Try not to stack more than 2 layers though.

Once you've used all the cabbage, take your can of tomatos and pour them over the rolls. Mix some oregano into the tomato sauce and pour that over the rolls as well.

Bake uncovered in the oven at 350 for about 2 hours. Dont worry if a bit of tomato on top looks burnt.

IF REHEATING LEFTOVERS: Bake 10 cabbage rolls in the oven at 320 for about 40 minutes. Reduce time for less rolls.

[gamergirl-niffler]

Experiment || Dottore x Fem!reader

Warnings: smut (unprotected p in v ), creampie, kinda dark, a bit of blood, hybrid!reader

Synopsis: Dottore decided to check how much his favorite specimen can take

Synopsis:A/N: Hello and Welcome to another day of Kinktober '23 Collaboration! Little Niffler is here yet again to deliver another steamy work! Hope you will enjoy! Today's prompt: Torture

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He wasn't sure what he exactly injected you with but your body was so warm and needy for him. This was a perfect way to extend this experiment.

Hybrids rarely ended in his hand!

How could He; a scholar say no to this. He already had a plan.

"Look at you! The mixture is working wonderfully on my little specimen. Such a needy little thing, let's make you feel good and see if something interesting will happen," Dottore smiled, showing his sharp teeth.

You shook your head trying to push him away since your body burned from the inside. Yet a pornografic-like moan left your lips as his throbbing cock pushed past your entrance, giving you a pain stretch that you made even harder because of the burning, even the metal table under you didn't bring you any comfort.

Dottore snapped his hips hard, setting a harsh, strong pace from the very beginning, not even giving you a second to adjust. Your body could take it, he knew you were strong enough to take it as a good specimen.

According to him your body responded correctly but for you it was a torture. Every thrust sent the wave of fire through your whole body.

He fucked you with wicked smile on his lips, just the sight of you was something beautiful. Just his little specimen taking his cock while suffering from yet another of his concoctions.

As a hybrid, you had one thing that really piqued his interest - a pair of horns on your head. He was curious how strong they are, will they break? Will they grow back up? There was one and only way to find out.

Dottore pulled you up so he could comfortably fuck your while grasping your horns tightly in his gloved hands. At this you gasped and moaned, trying to grab his hand to stop it. 

He didn't plan to stop. His grip only grew stronger despite your squeals and begs inbetween moans. 

Suddenly a loud crack followed by an even louder scream filled the room. One of your horns was broken off by him, the blood poured out soon covering your face.

Dottore felt just a little disappointed, he was sure your horns were way stronger but the beautiful sight of you in this state made it worth it. He threw the horn over his shoulder and grabbed your waist to use you even harder. At this point he didn't care about your body anymore, he just wanted to use you and see how much you could take. He soon filled your insides with his cum as you collapsed onto the cold table.

"Such a good specimen. You deserved this little reward from me," He chuckled, patting your belly as he pulled out. "I think I have even more experiments fitting you."

Dottore laughed darkly as you curled up into a ball on the table, trying to deal with pain. You wanted the torture to end.

[princess-of-the-corner]

On the Winx Club reboot... Lightrock? Also, how does it go for Diaspro? In the early seasons, the poor girl always gave me the impression most of her bitchiness was caused by knowing she'd have to spend her life saving Sky and Heraklion from his recklessness (and eventually snapping when he was about to risk a civil war to marry Bloom), plus Bloom being revealed a princess suddenly stripping her of the one working solution to the love triangle she knew, that is marrying Sky for duty and let him have the red-haired commoner as a lover.

Diaspro my darling!! She deserved better lmao.

this is gonna get long so

So like.

Diaspro is from a high-ranking noble family on Eraklyon, and her parents have some deal going on with the Royals for her to marry Sky. This has been a fact of life for her for as long as she can remember.

Now, Diaspro does care about Sky. She grew up with him. She thinks she's in love with him because she's supposed to be. Because she never had a choice not to be.

She never really had a choice for much of anything, really. She was to be Sky's trophy wife. She didn't really need to do anything, he'd take care of it all. She could have a hobby here or there, something to entertain herself. But why bother worrying about a career or politics or anything when Sky will do it for her?

Sky breaks out of this mindset earlier and has tried to do more gentle rejections. But things kinda. Explode out of hand. Because when we're in Season 1 we have Sky and Brandon doing their swap thing, then Diaspro shows up and blows their cover and introduces herself as Sky's fiance when he's dating Bloom and....

Like he explains before anyone gets too mad at him, and it's. Being confronted with Sky actually dating someone else is the first time it really hits Diaspro that he may not actually want her, ya know?

Which. Has her hurt and confused because she literally doesn't have anything else in her life except being his future wife. And she does initially take that out on Bloom, seeing it as a 'he would be happy with me if it weren't for you!' thing.

This doesn't last long though. Because Sky puts his foot down on a lot of things as he's like. Aware of the problems on Eraklyon and wants to fix things and wants to actually be a good King to his people. (Like remember what I said about his parents being kinda assholes? And the reason for the Sky-Brandon swap is a whole 'political unrest that is causing assassination attempts' thing.)

Anyway.

During the end of Season 1 and the inbetween of Season 1 and 2, Diaspro does a good bit of thinking and reflecting on Sky's words and actions, and the potential freedoms opening up if she can be whatever she wants instead of just 'his wife'.

While her acceptance of this is shaky at first, she does start looking at the prospect of getting her life on track without him. Ofc her parents wouldn't let her actually do that but... well. If she tells them 'how about you let me enroll in Alfea so I can be closer and keep an eye on Sky and try to win him back from that harlot's clutches?', then they're totally gonna throw money at her education.

She has little intention of actually doing so and is like. Quickly dragged into the friendgroup during Season 2 because they realize she's actually going to be incredibly helpful to have. (her powers are earth/rock-based and they're going underground).

[fairytail-whathesays]

Natsu x Gajeel x Laxus, Part 3 of ?

I have let this spiral out of control.

Part 1 and Part 2

The next sign of movement on Naxjeel Island is when Natsu and Gajeel basically, after a week or two of threatening to break out into fights again at the sight of each other, they agree to a truce: maybe they aren't gonna both be able to date Laxus, but they will not be fighting over him. No matter what stupid shit they fight about, they are not gonna squabble over a man of all things.

Speaking of, Laxus has basically been unheard of since he shot Gajeel down. No one's seen him, not even his bodyguards aka Freed/Bickslow/Evergreen. So when they finally find him and get him alone, they have a lot to talk about.

Does he let them down again? Well, yes, but he's polite about it. He's barely ready for a romantic relationship, let alone one that has to be all tense and complicated, so even Natsu's throuple idea gets shut down. And besides--when he asks that crucial question "why do you two even like me?" they have some dumb looks on their faces when they try to answer. You know. Strong, handsome, etc.

It isn't that Natsu and Gajeel are shallow, they're just not good at this stuff. But what they are good at is using their noses. See, no one knows where the hell Laxus has been and what he's been up to...because no one else could smell the remnants of those chemicals Laxus was working so hard to wash off.

Turns out the old man's birthday is coming up and Laxus has been in the cellar...cleaning it. Yep, by hand. Why? Because he wanted to do something nice for his old man. Maybe kinda make up for all those times he left it a pigsty, etc. They don't tell Laxus they've figured this out, so he only gets to know when he sneaks down there one evening and they're in there--already having finished the half he hadn't gotten to yet.

Gajeel brought beer. Natsu is so ready to make fun of Laxus for ten thousand years over this. All mature and shit, just like a reformed thug punk should be, lmaoooo. Laxus makes them swear on the spines holding them up not to tell anyone and they just laugh his shit off.

And they chat about all those other times Laxus has been unexpectedly sweet, except he always has to be a badass about it. Stories get swapped--Gajeel has a lot to say about that time fighting Tartarus where Laxus showed up, 90% dead to rights, and all but made him a cheerleader while he pummeled Tempester. Natsu has similar things to say about the fight with Hades.

Laxus isn't interested in hearing that shit. He wants to be more than strong, now. If he's a hundred or a thousand times stronger than someone else, or anywhere inbetween, he doesn't care--and Gajeel gets...a little sentimental.

Like he's just sitting there talking out loud about how worried he was when Laxus was fighting Tempester. Something different than just being worried for his life. That feeling that he might lose someone he really admired and felt like he could maybe connect with. And how Laxus' skin was all cold and clammy but it felt like touching fire when he touched his bare body. It's this stream-of-consciousness that just kind of overflows him and he's basically like. Coming to terms with liking men and liking Laxus right there at the table with Laxus and Natsu both listening. Summarily ruined when:

"I don't think I've ever screamed someone's name that many times." "I have that effect on people." "Shut the fuck up, asshole!"

Because they really do connect well. It prompts similar purgings from Natsu and Laxus. Natsu isn't as bothered by it being a man as Gajeel is, talks about how Laxus has always kinda been his hero a little bit, and is still ready to crow to this day about how he was right, how he knew Laxus better than anyone thought, knew he had a big heart in there somewhere. Laxus is all embarrassed and he comes clean about how he still isn't great at social stuff and hesitates to try and bond with people, but that he's come to admire the both of them a lot and, well. He's not gonna deny that Gajeel is a hunk and a half or that Natsu has a smile that could replace the sun.

There's a very honest conversation about how all three of them see things in the other two that they really want to be and be around, little details and charming things that make them like the others more. But they don't get together. Not yet.

The truth is Laxus just isn't sure about relationships yet. He's still very much a reflective type who has doubts about his own flaws. He worries he might not be a good boyfriend, especially to guys like Natsu and Gajeel who he actually admires. But he never tells anyone that.

I truly couldn't create the scenario that gets them to come together, at least not in a tumblr post where i try to limit space. Let's say it's Alvarez, or something that comes after. Some big huge event that puts Natsu and Gajeel on the line, and Laxus is forced to fight again. Come to terms with how much he wants their love almost as much as their safety.

But when it happens, it happens gently. The climactic fight scenes are one thing, but what I picture is a relaxed air, and just letting the love breathe, letting the affection surface. Maybe there's no words at all. Maybe Laxus just finds himself in a hammock, drifting off, not caring all that much that Natsu and Gajeel joined him on either side. Natsu's the brave one, so his lips find Laxus' first. Laxus turns and kisses Gajeel, too. It takes a little nudging but Gajeel gives Natsu that kiss right back.

Gajeel gets to be vulnerable, Laxus gets to be needed, Natsu gets to be honest. It all works out.

Alright so this farce has gone on long enough, I definitely did not need to make 3 whole parts to a single ask about relationship headcanons. No one asked for all that.

I will be doing one more post and getting to what the ask was probably actually about, which was general headcanons about their love life and sex life if no one is opposed. And it will be worth it to get to that point.

[debb987]

ROTTMNT AU for Eldest Brother fic

Regarding The Eldest Brother fic, chapter 13th.  So spoilers, duh! Specially if you’re reading this when I haven’t even published this chapter yet xD

Ok, so this is what happened in the inbetween of Raph’s toddler years and his encounter with Draxum, at least in the head of this silly author~ but honestly? If the author doesn’t show it in the story, then it’s up to the readers to fill up the blanks and your hcs are as canon as the author’s writing (someone please tell JK Rowling this xD). Anything you can come up with that fits, it’s cannon for this fic! It’s as valid as the idea living rent-free in my head if not stated otherwise in a future chapter! n.n

Below are spoilers (maybe) for the fic, this is your last warning~ please also consider it’s the bare bones of it.

Draxum goes to the surface, following the trail of Splinter. Draxum finds their different hideouts a few times — Splinter didn’t go directly to the sewers. Honestly, it wouldn’t be my first option either! — so Splinter fends off Draxum while Raph grabs his brothers and flees every single time.

The Head Council of Hidden City thinks Draxum is starting to cause too much havoc — it’s not like Draxum gives a flying fuck about discretion or collateral damage tbh —  and wants to avoid a war against humanity, thus send their own tropes to arrest Draxum (as they should have done from the beginning instead of relying on Mayhem only, the idiots!)

Draxum is imprisoned in an anti-mystic area (because the police have these little balls for that same purpose, as shown in Hidden City's Most Wanted, their existence is glossed over but THERE) so he stays incarcerated for quite a while until one day, Big Mama offers to take him out of prison, so he can continue his work. She doesn’t tell him she wants the mutagen to create more fighters for Battle Nexus and couldn’t care less about the prophecy, and she is not stupid enough to let him free at full power, so the area she offers for him to work at is “anti-mystic” just like his prison cell, and heavily guarded by Big Mama's goons.

Draxum just has more freedom of movement and a way to continue what he had intended to since the very beginning, just no longer on his terms, and with Subject One no longer at his side.

No more soldiers, no more experiments. Just perfect the formula and mass produce it. No deviations.

Draxum has little choice but to agree with her terms, and thus is on “house arrest”, working on the mutagen in “exchange” of having Big Mama and the gargoyles search for Subject One and bring the snapper to him once found.

Big Mama thinks that’s a distractor, so she doesn’t really lift a finger to find Raph. She just has his existence noted at the back of her mind in case Draxum starts to get out of control, so she can use “Subject One” as incentive for the alchemist to behave. 

The gargoyles are the only ones actively searching, but only mildly. They’re silly and care just about themselves more than anything else, but some of the things Draxum put Subject One through were kinda harsh even by their standards, so when they do find Raph they just go:

“Oh there he is! Maybe let him grow a bit before we report it?”

“I like how you think!”

And promptly forget to actually report on it lmao. So, that’s how Raph gets to have a semblance of a normal life with Splinter and his fam, at least for a while <3

Draxum at some point realizes he’s being used and releases the oozequitos in NYC before Big Mama can use them for Battle Nexus, so our turtle teens had no hand on that. They just get to witness the insects in action one day, go "is the police of Hidden City handling that? No? Ok, guess we should lend a hand or smth" and thus the series begins.

Big Mama is pissed about it, so she enacts punishment (have not decided on which yet atm) and ultimately dumps Draxum’s butt back in prison, back to his cell, where he remains until the Foot Clan breaks him out, with promises of grandeur and this shiny mystic armor that would make him powerful enough to be able to subjugate the human race with no army needed, just himself! Ain’t that neat? No tricks or anything, obviously...

Draxum agrees, and then ch 13 happens.

So Draxum is basically imprisoned and used, time and again, to fulfill someone else’s agenda and goals ever since Raph’s escape, which is exactly what he did / would have put Raph through. Karma, sweet karma <3

As for the mystic weapons, in my head our Rise!Turtles got them in the Hidden City thanks to Leo and Mikey, who charmed over the mafia with their excellent service in Huesos’ establishment, because in this AU they were younger when they started to venture out to NYC and the Hidden City, and I imagine a lot of their shenanigans happened all the same regardless of age difference xD

And that’s it~ thanks for reading this background lore if you bothered to <3 Hopefully you’re reading this after Jan 6th, 2023 when Chapter 13th is published and not sooner *author stares intently*

*Reader may or may not feel their sins crawling on their back* (yes, I like Undertale too ksks)

See ya’ later~ dEBB987.

[findafight]

Concept for the Steve/Barb au: Barb gets an ax or sledgehammer in the junkyard scene. Steve swoons over his Valkyrie of a girlfriend. Her and Steve also get EMT training. (Seriously why don’t any of them get medical training) Also, Max thinks she’s the coolest person ever. Speaking of Max, I wonder if Barb being there would make any difference if/when Billy shows up? Just cause the presence of an older girl means Billy can’t claim to find the situation suspicious as easily. Part 1

Part 2) Also, if Barb’s there Steve has backup that isn’t a middle schooler, AND potentially she could either go out by herself or with Steve and tell Billy to fuck off, Max is fine and Barb will drop her off later. Billy probably would still try to start a fight, but maybe he’d just leave? Especially if he never gets in the house/spots Lucas.

ohhh before the junk yard though Dustin is asking for girl advice and he's like "how'd you guys get together!" and Steve just blurts "I Fought the Demogorgon for her?" like they weren't basically dating before that. Barb laughs at him and tells Dustin that he was sweet and made her feel special, and that he makes her laugh. Steve says not to seem too eager even if you are and to back off when a girl tells you to.

At the junk yard Barb finds a small sledge hammer and is like hmm. this'll do nicely... and gives it a couple swings and Steve is sat there, ready to fight but also..fists clenched around his bat,, telling himself this is not the time to make out with her this is NOT the time there are evil dog things coming and also children but also oh god after her physio therapy for surviving the UD ended they've been working out together a bit and she's so strong she has a sledge hammer her hair has some flyaways it looks like she's on fire with the sunset around her and refracted through her glasses he's gonna drool someone help him...she just looks at him and is like "...you are so predictable, jeez" and bends down to give him a little peck and he is goo now, actually.

Also yeah idk what the writers are doing not acknowledging first aid training coming in handy. They made Steve a lifeguard! that means canonically he has Standard First Aid, (likely also a certification to teach CPR-C) and i wouldn't put it past him to do adventure medic and/or advanced first aid at the very least. They can be first aid buddies :)

Also I loooove giving Max a Cool Older Girl Friend. She deserves it. Steve and Barb are a package deal and she's like how did this absolute badass get with this dude who is kinda like a cat if the cat was raised by excitable dogs.

Ahhh for the Steve/billy fight idk...like that's such an important moment for his relationship with the kids...also it's funny because his presence could easily be explained by just. bending the truth. he's there because he lives close and is Nancy's boyfriend, and will had to go to the hospital while they were all hanging out, so unfortunately for mike his older sister's boyfirend was called to make sure they didn't freak out or burn the house down. At first glace it's suspicious but then after two seconds of thought it makes sense haha.

Maybe Barb goes out first to talk to Billy because they know seeing Steve will just rile him up (Billy's been looking for a fight with Steve since he came to town) and she tries to tell him that, yep. everything is fine. don't mind the broken window! She'll drive Max home nice and safe but the kids wanted to stay together to find out if Will was okay. And Billy is like oh...you mean those kids hanging around my sister? that Sinclair kid I told her not to hang around? and the kids still get spotted in the window, Billy pushes Barb down, and Steve steps between the door and the kids.

Billy sneers at him and spots Lucas and he still tells Max he breaks things and dives for Lucas, but Steve catches him and hauls him away from the kids. They still fight, but barb is there. But like. Ending a fistfight means putting yourself inbetween it or hauling someone off, and that's hard to do. But maybe they separate, and maybe it ends sooner, maybe Steve isn't quite as badly concussed, and Max still has his nailbat and swings it and Billy, telling him not to mess with her friends anymore, and Billy glares at all of them, but drives away. Steve puts a hand on Max's shoulder and she does not cry. Barb makes sure the other kids are okay, looks over Lucas who might be shaking a bit and hauls him into a hug. They get some bandaids for Steve's face (Max and Lucas are very serious about tending his wounds.) and all trudge through the woods a little ways to Steve's car to head for the tunnels.

("Barbie, I do not think this is a good idea. They're kids!" "yeah, I know. But they're going to do it anyways, so may as well make sure they don't die via stealing your car or evil Hawkins goo." "God, I hate this stupid town's evil twin." "It'll be over soon, just tell me when to turn, Sunshine.")

[fillipquesender]

I know i rebloged something that said abt hating tsams moon rn but I take it back hes became a character I can't bring myself to hate 😓

Okay time for the ramble:

And whilst I don't necessarily agree with how he treated his family and what he's doing, but I understand it. I had a full on 2am talk to myself about this so

I understand why he'd sacrifice ruin to get solar back, I mean, ruin was the main thing that lead to solar dying. Bloodmoon I kinda do as well, but in the case of the fact that he's also done lots of horrible things rather than being related to Solar's death. Sure, he shouldn't have to kill someone whos not related to solars death since thats basically punishing him for something he didn't do, but I understand why he would pick him as a second option.

I get why he's acting this way, when you've experienced a death of someone you hold very dearly, expecially if they died right in your arms, you aren't gonna be in the best mental state. Doesn't help if you work yourself to the bone whilst having to deal with a bunch of other stuff. And I get why he didn't listen to old moon about apologising. I assume, and please tell me of it was said otheriwise, I'd understand if he's just worried that because of what he's said that everyone would just hate him. What he did was extreamly wrong, and eath said herself she'd never forgive him. Sure, she may not hate him, but she can't forget that.

I do know that doing all this would make no difference if he takes breaks inbetween, results wise whether thats solar coming back or not, but I know if he took breaks in between he wouldn't be this far gone.

I do feel like if he somehow brings solar back, memories intact, either someone else would have died, or that solar wouldn't approve of what he's done. I know for sure that he'd be seeing moon as his moon, they are acting the exact same with the whole 'continuious eorking to bring dead brother back'. But god do I hope that if solar comes back he knocks some sense into moon, at least a tiny bit.

But at the same time, if solar doesn't come back its pretty much the same as if he was a living thing/not an animatronic. You can't bring back living things, and if thats what it becomes with solar, then I don't know what. I know moon said he doesn't want help, and you obviously can't help someone who doesn't want it because they won't put in the effort, but if he somehow does manage to want help I hope he actually gets it done by a professional. He said it himself, earth isn't a therapist. Shes his sister, someone who just wants him to be okay. (Along with that the whole tsams cast should get actual therapy from a registered therapist, i guarentee you being the therapist sibling would be taking a toll)

Who knows, maybe if someone dies moon would finally knock sense into himself. That or he has to die himself before he becomes sane again. I do know for sure that sun is most likely going to die next, and even if he doesn't he sure does need it because doesn't that shit make them forget- it would be nice to get rid of the trauma. Though, I do also kind of hope that if sun dies its wayyy after all this has happened, because if he dies right after moon is sane again, it will just send him spiralling again.

Okay I think thats all thansk for reading all this

I should do rambles like this more often, this was nice :3 its like the evil twin of rants, except the evil twin is a sweetheart

[randomthingsicameupwith]

yandere murderer x reader

"We’re breaking up," I say to my now ex-boyfriend. Sam looks at you in shock, this hurts to do. I don't wanna do this, but loving him is practically killing you. Everyone, all your friends, say he’s too possessive and clingy; and you agree. His love for you is just too much for you to handle; maybe you're an asshole for breaking up with him. But being with him hurts. You watch the smile on his face drop into a frown. You can feel the tears swelling up in your eyes but you try and hold them back. He reaches out to touch your hand, but you pull away. "y/n what?" he chuckles, clearly to cover up the pain. You can feel his voice break. You take a deep breath before responding, trying to keep your own voice steady. "um, yeah. We're done Sam. This isn’t really working out." The thought of breaking up with him is something you wouldn't even want to consider, but his possessiveness and clinginess have ultimately led you to this decision. Sam looks devastated, and you can see the pain in his eyes.

 He starts to plead with you, the more and more he talks, the more it hurts. "y/n, please.. what did I do? I promise I’ll change. I swear- jus-just please. Give me a chance!" You can feel your heart breaking as you hear Sam's desperate pleas. But you know that it's the best decision for both of you. "I'll do anything sweetheart!" he sobs. you can feel a tear run down your face. “Sam please. Stop." you say in a firm tone, hoping he'll stop. he grabs onto your shoulders with a tight grip, "y/n darling, PLEASE." you gently push him away, taking a step back. "No. Find someone else, someone that can handle you." you say, your voice slightly shaking.

 You run off, you can’t do this anymore. You find your friends and hug them, hoping to find comfort and solace in them. their upbeat faces turn to concerned ones, and they ask what happened. you explain what happened, sobbing inbetween your words. "congrats! Aren't you glad you finally did it?" one of your friends say, trying to lighten the mood. "yeah.. I feel kinda free..?" you say, another one of your friends add "Now you can finally make decisions for yourself too." snickering. You appreciate the support from your friends, but you cant help feel like something bad is going to happen. But you ignore it.

 a few days pass, you feel better and free without him. time to time, you pass by him in the halls, looking at you with a bitter yet heartbroken gaze. You feel a pang of guilt and sadness every time you see him, but you know that ending things was the right decision. you hangout more with your friends instead of with Sam clinging onto you all day. it felt nice. one of your friends invites you over to a house party, apparently almost everyone in the entire grade will be there, with a bit of convincing from your friends you came to the party. 

but, your gut kept screaming at you not to. you ignore the feeling, just like when you broke up with sam, you felt like something bad was going to happen but nothing did. You get ready, choosing your best outfits. as you head down to the party with your friends, excitement mixed with anxiety builds up in you; you feel like someone’s watching you and your every move. 

 You try to ignore the feeling and focus on having a good time with your friends at the party, but you can't shake off the uneasiness. As the night progresses, you begin to let your guard down and enjoy the party with your friends. 

You sat down on a couch with some of your friends; laughing at the thought we were probably going to regret this the next day. "shit, i think i left my charger in the car." one of your friends say as they get up to go outside. "you want me to come with you?" you offered, your friend accepted. you and them talked about whatever stupid thing is happening during the party. 

As you and them finally reach the door, your friend tries to open it. but the door won't budge. "why are the doors locked?" your friend says suddenly with a hint of frustration in their voice, you start to feel a sense of unease once again. "wait let me try." you ask, you try to open the door, but it still won't budge. You start feeling a bit paranoid and wonder whether someone locked the door on purpose. the knot in your stomach grows bigger by the second. 

 You and your friend hear a loud scream coming from the party, it wasn’t like anything you heard before. It was the most blood-curdling scream you'd ever heard. "Did you hear that or is it just me?" your friend said, "nope not just you." you replied.

 You heard a bunch of people running towards the door you were next to; everyone tried to unlock it, "it’s locked dude." your friend told them. "Wha-what’s happening?" you ask, panicking by the second. "There’s a-" "JUST HIDE!" one of the partygoers shouted. You start to tremble in fear, hoping that whoever or whatever is causing the scream won't find you. everyone ran away from the door, hearing another scream, but closer this time. your friend grabs your hand; you managed to catch a glimpse of who was causing all the screams. It was a guy with an axe? 

Your friend pulls you behind a nearby sofa. You hold your breath and try to remain as quiet as possible, praying that you won't be found. As you crouch behind the sofa, you can't help but feel like the axe-wielding killer will eventually find you. "I-I don't think we're safe here."  

 Your heart is pounding so hard, you can feel it in your throat. You silently curse yourself for even coming to this party; you should've listened to your gut. You try to stay as still as possible, but your mind is racing with thoughts of escape. Should you make a run for it? Or wait until the killer moves on and pray that he doesn't find you hiding here? The sound of footsteps growing louder makes your heart rate spike again; they're getting closer. 

Your friend squeezes your hand tightly and you feel grateful that they are there with you through this terrifying ordeal. Your eyes dart around frantically trying to find something - anything - that could protect you against an axe-wielding maniac. "Peekaboo." a familiar voice says, making your blood run cold. 

An axe slams down onto the sofa, mere inches away from where you and your friend are hiding. you look at the voice, their face covered by a mask you can usually find at a Halloween store; their outfit being casual like everyone else at the party.

They look oddly familiar. "Found you." the voice says, sending shivers down your spine; your eyes widen in terror. this is the night you were going to die. In that moment, you realize that your only option is to fight back. You quickly grab a nearby lamp and swing it at the attacker's arm, causing them to drop the axe. 

 "G-grab the axe!" you shout to your friend but instead of grabbing the axe, your friend scrambles away, leaving you alone. you watch as instead, the killer grabs the axe. Your heart sinks as you realize your friend has abandoned you in this moment of need; this could be the very moment you die. The killer seizes and pins you down. You lay there paralyzed, expecting to be murdered; instead, they take your phone from your pocket. They get up, crush it, and then rush after your friend. you take this as an opportunity to run upstairs and hide. Hopefully, wait until the cops come. As you dash upstairs to find a place to hide, your mind racing with panic, you feel relieved that the killer wasn't after you; you felt confused but relieved.

 Racing up the stairs, you hear your friend scream. You hear your friend cry as you rush up the stairs. You can only guess what happened to them as you rush into a bedroom and into the wardrobe, where you see someone cowering beneath the bed. 

This was meant to be a fun Halloween party, not one where people were being hunted and assaulted with an axe by a killer. Despite the gravity of the situation, confusion clouds your mind: Who could have done this? Did anyone see anything or know who might be behind all of this madness? Hearing footsteps on the stairs below, your fears resurface anew. You press both of your hands over your lips if you shrink into yourself and try your hardest not to make a sound. "Sweetheart, where are youuu?

 This was supposed to be a fun Halloween party - definitely not one where people were being chased and attacked by a murderer with an axe. Despite the gravity of the situation, confusion clouds your mind: Who could have done this? Did anyone see anything or know who might be behind all of this madness? 

Hearing footsteps on the stairs below, your fears resurface anew. You press both of your hands over your lips if you shrink into yourself and try your hardest not to make a sound. "Sweetheart, where are youuu?" 

 You eventually figure out who the voice is. Sam. "Come out, come out wherever you are," you hear doors slamming open. Sam giggles. You just want to go home, back to before any of this happened. 

 As you sit frozen in place, your heart is hammering in your chest and your eyes are wide with panic. You couldn't catch your breath because every muscle in your body was stiff. you could hear the sound of your own heartbeat thumping in your ears; this can't be Sam. This couldn't be. "I’ll find you one way or another." The thought of that makes your skin crawl. 

You can feel him get closer to the room you're hiding in. "You know how long I waited for this?" he says, the more he talks, the more you want to cry. "Can you blame me for all of this? If you think about it, this is all your fault babe!" Your mind raced, trying to make sense of what was happening. This isn’t your fault, right? "You make me crazy." the bedroom door you're hiding in bursts open. You close your eyes in fear, tears running down your face. Hoping he won’t find you. "W-wait! Please, I'll do anythi-" you hear a scream coming from outside. You're hoping this is all just a dream. You're hoping that he won’t find you. But he does. He opens the closet, seeing you with your teared up eyes in fear. The corner of his lips goes up in a lovesick smile. "Let’s forget this all happened okay? After this is just going to be me and you. Forever."

[uchuukaijugundan]

Project A-Ko

プロジェクトA子

(Anime)

Action Comedy series

Era: 1980s

Rating: Project A-Ko: S, 2: B, 3: C, 4: C Overall:A

Plot: Girls doing AMAZING things.

Thoughts: Considered doing the OVAs on a different post, but I'll just do everything here at once since it's a continuity. Anyway, this has a very Gainax "we love what we do and we love doing it" feeling to it, and many people working here would a couple of years later be doing animation for Gunbuster, and it even feels like something the studio would do. Along the copious fanservice (in both senses) and cheesy 80s music, there's a city rebuilt after a spaceship crashed on top of it, and our main girl Eiko "A-Ko" Magami, who for some never explained reason is inhumanely fast and strong, Shill "C-Ko" Kotobuki, the kinda ditzy crybaby who's incredibly attached to her and loves her more than anything in the world and Biko "B-Ko" Daitokuji, who wants to break them apart and take C-Ko to herself, using increasingly bigger mechas (never explained how she built them) to settle a dispute she had in kindergarten with A-Ko. In the middle of them wrecking their school and then the city there's an alien invasion led by an alcoholic captain, searching for a lost princess who they believe to be C-Ko. Guess what, also never explained if that's true or not. We're just here for 80s cheesy music, the vibes and explosions, and boy, there's a lot of that here. Visually, it's not that different from your average TV anime of the time, only with that often elusive thing called "budget for Inbetweens". Great fun. That scene of A-Ko jumping between missiles? Classic.

Moving on to 1987 and Plot of the Daitokuji Financial Group, the first of the OVA sequels. It's a few weeks after the alien spaceship crashed, and they turned into an hotel and resort hoping to pay for the repairs. Meanwhile, Hikaru Daitokuji, B-Ko's dad and military contractor is interested in getting the technology of the alien spaceship for his own use. All in all, it adds a bit more fun and to the story, while not being exactly a must see. Also adds one of the best gremlin faces I've ever seen that is going to get it's own post. Following that, the third OVA, Cinderella Rhapsody (1988) brings another love triangle to the mix with the addition of Kei, a quiet biker to the mix, with the usual consequences for the poor spaceship when A-Ko and B-Ko get a bit too intense over him. A new bit of information is that their bickering and the presence of the alien spaceship has become a bit too frequent and there's a voluntary municipal defense force with its own super robots to control damage, and that A-Ko's bracelets are actually there to limit her power, but I feel it's a bit unfocused and tries to do a bit too much with limited runtime. Shout out to the absolutely gorgeous introduction. The third and final OVA (there's an unrelated crossover, but that's for some other time) is Final (1989), set to the invasion of earth by the aliens trying to rescue the princess during the arranged marriage of Ayumi to Kei, who's still very much in love with C-Ko and have A-Ko and B-Ko fighting everything, even each other over him, in a love triangle now with five players nobody is interested in the other person (well, A-Ko really likes C-Ko, but is it romantic?).

Looking over the OVAs, I think keeping some of the ambiguity and unanswered questions would be fine - what if Ayumi was really the princess all along and Napolipolita and D were just so bored and wanting to go home they jumped to conclusions? But maybe C-Ko returned not because her mother saw she'd only be happy on earth, but because they really got it wrong. Who knows. Now I'm doing the same thing of overthinking the show of the girls in sailor suits destroying a school fighting each other.

Recommended to: do you like having fun?

Plus:

Pure "turn off your brain and enjoy the show" entertainment

Funny faces (you know what's coming)

Minus:

OVAs are fun to watch but not exactly necessary watching.

[cheesycokeart]

Rambling about scrapped projects so I don't feel like the work went to waste

I've only really made like, 3 little games. Which admittedly, I should be trying to make myself Finish more projects just so I can get more experience and be able to reliably work on something larger. Inbetween, I get the spark to make a buncha different ideas that usually don't get very far for one reason or another. I know this is a bad habit, and I'm tryin' to work on it.

Otherwise though, gonna talk about a few projects where I wanna show off what little work I did put in before deciding I was better off killing it, including a "follow-up" to Grenade Volley.

This is just some not-even-prototype-level stuff with myself rambling about things I wanted to do. So be warned before hitting read more!

Drivin' Breach

So this was started in part based on my desire to create something utilizing the Grenade Volley world with a more "safe" gameplay style. I absolutely love old distance games, like Learn to Fly, Kitten Cannon, Shopping Cart Hero, etc etc but I realized it wasn't a super common style of game these days so wanted to take a crack at making one.

I had the basics of it going and I was pretty proud of what I had artistically and in terms of tone. Ambitiously, I even wanted a fully animated opening cutscene, but in hindsight that might've been a bit much to try and pull off.

To try and set it apart, I imagined that one main hook would be having a wide variety of "special items" that you could used to propel yourself further, each one controlling differently for players that wanted some variety, and maybe even implementing individual upgrade lines for said special items. I wanted to make the "Magic Tail" item a buttplug tail.

After a bit of time of working I just realized things weren't coming together how I would've liked them to. Physics weren't quite satisfactory, I couldn't figure out how to implement gliders, and I wasn't super confident about balancing it to stretch the game out but also make it feel rewarding. Those combined with waning passion for the project just kinda killed it off. I was pretty proud of the art and stuff I did for it, though, and what I had going so far.

I also ended up applying some of the code (where the world moves around the player, allowing for infinite movement) to Downhill to Infinity!

(Also that shop music you here is Closed on Sundays by Mana Junkie, a CC3.0 track I found online)

Earth Servant Ms. Usagi

I was super enthusiastic about this one for a while!! I was stoked about the idea of making a game using Ms. Usagi because she was one of my many characters made with games in mind from the get-go. I ended up settling on this weird mix of Megaman-style, fast platforming, and stylish melee combat. Notice, though, the animations are not finished at ALL.

I wanted to push fun and snappy combat, encouraging the player to bounce between enemies while using environment and speed to their advantage. Think like a hectic anime fight where the main character is running around boppin' every bad guy while darting between them. A style meter was also applied, rewarding chained attacks.

To go over the moveset: Attacking from a standstill performs an uppercut, attacking in the air performs an air kick. If you only tap the attack button for the air kick, it stops Usagi in mid-air and keeps her close to the enemy. If you hold it, however, it will both put her current speed into the kick AND launch the enemy according to said speed. Holding down while attacking in the air will slam to the ground. She also has a blaster move that's especially good for continuing combos. For defense, I added dashing maneuvers and a block/parry inspired by MGR.

I still think this kick feels fuckin sick to pull off.

Few problems came up. First one was just plain ol' being scared of level design, but that one I coulda bruteforced through. More importantly at one point I took a break and went back to it later only to realize that it Wasn't Fun. Movement felt way too slippery, I wasn't making the fast momentum-based movement blend well with the fast combo-based combat. If I wanna do anything like this again, I'd have to figure out a better way to blend this.

Either way, I know for certain I'd LOVE to make a Ms. Usagi game in the future, I think she could make for something very fun and poppy and stylish.

BONUS

During one of the beta versions of Godot 4, I had short-lived thoughts of wanting to make a wave-based FPS to play with its 3D features. I wanted the game to have a gross, crusty aesthetic. It never got far at all, but I made a "gore harvester" machine for it and I still really like that thing. It was fun to draw such ugly textures.

[junjiie]

can i hv a little more about that mark murder plot.. :o

STOP IT WOULD BE SOOO i dont hv any concrete ideas they were js turning in my head like a washing machine.. but i will yap semi in depth for you now because im bored and may want to expand \(>o<)ﾉ 

semi-big apt complex.. someone’s just been pushed down the stairs or off the roof if we’re going crazy extreme. it’s not a particular big building but it is kinda fancy (ground floor is a lobby type fancy..) and everyone is SHADYYYYY like not strangers from hell crazy but they still have things they’re not telling anyone.

police wrap it up as an open-shut suicide but mark wld fs not believe a bar of it 😭 he’s close to the victim—as in, knows that they’ve got enough people in their bad books that would take it a step further and kill them. he starts subtly poking around, making excuses to try and get into the apt the victim lived in to try and find further evidence and asking questions as inconspicuously as he can at tenant meetings.

speaking of the tenant meetings.. GOSSIP GALOREE they are talking all kinds of shit ant the victim and making the wildest things up that he might even get a bit confused—like yes he doesn’t actually believe victim was killed by a ghost that they’d angered by moving into their old apt but still.. What if..

he starts to think he’s getting somewhere, maybe finds a phone wedged under their mattress and breaks open even more leads, talks to even more people who knew the victim, etc etc. he starts calling himself marklock in his head it’s so serious at this moment. until he finds something that makes him think he’s gone too deep—messages mentioning him. pictures, texts, notes, whatever. he knows they’re about him, and it scares him SHITLESS.

he’s no doubt been working with ( ) this whole time (mayb they also know the victim? started off as awks acquaintances but now they’re partners in crime-solving, or something) but this is when he cuts them off. he’s scared, he’s paranoid, and maybe this is all a ploy? maybe ( ) is who did it?? ( ) used to know where mark kept his spare door key, but now when they go to check he’s removed it. they carry on separated.

until mark goes even further, despite how scared he is, despite how he can’t take five steps down the street without looking over his shoulder, despite how he can’t say hello to the man in the lobby these days because he’s too paranoid, and finds exactly the same things to do with ( )—msgs, letters, etc. they might be next as well. and he’s just pushed them away, blocked their number, and sealed himself off. shit.

shit indeed!!!! shit fuck we’re really in it now!!!!!! he stews over it, still too stubborn to actually reach out, and stays digging. and finds even more on ( ). so much that it’s practically crystal clear the next body they’re finding at the bottom of the stairs or dead on the pavement is theirs. it’s past three in the morning when he makes this discovery, and he’s delirious as he books it out of his apt over to theirs. he knows where they keep their spare key, too—but the door’s already cracked open, and he’s fearing the worst, but tries to stay as silent as possible as he walks in and grabs a knife from the block as he goes. for protection.

which.. he’ll definitely need. walks into the living room with the window overlooking the city—the one he once loved to admire the view from, inbetween trying to solve the murder that got them there in the first place—to find ( ) being held against it, the culprit at their neck. he screams, ( ) screams, the culprit turns and it all really goes to shit. there’s yelling and he drops the knife or cuts himself and maybe ( ) too and it’s all just so dark—and then, the glass smashes. and it’s not him or ( ) that’s just fallen out of it.

it’s almost like a rerun of the months before. open-shut suicide, mark and ( ) putting on their best tearful performances and pretending they begged the culprit not to do it, but they just hadn’t listened. no one took any notice to the forgotten knife shoved under the sofa cushion, and they all just tried to move on.

the aftermath: mark and ( ) dump their phones, pack their things, and move the FUCK out of that apt complex! hopefully in the next there’s no murder, no secrets, and no need for spare keys—they live in the same flat, this time around.

[sabotsen]

Hi there! First of all, your perception of Roland is absolutely impeccable. I don't generally read fics as they tend to spoil/contradict my image of a char, but your Roland? Pure canon. In a single paragraph you are able to convey such complex images, wow. I even find myself with same longing described in a text, and it lingers. Also your signature tripple "burn"s. At this point I can recognize your work without captions. Hope you are having a good feedback! I also did not find any request closed/open status or rules so please forgive me if you don't do requests.

With that, may I take the liberty and ask for a Roland fic where we hug him? Because Re-reading Knight's longing for 3rd time and ugggh I just wanna squish him with a hug. I also thought the idea of "if you need anything — ask for it" "but no everything has to be 95 steps long and complex" is fun, but what if he does actually ask for something, and we give it to him, and it works, and he's shoked? Kinda?? Since he usually doesn't speak plain and honest, and things usually dont actually go his way. But hey he did this time and that single shot got through! It's a little bit like teaching a child to say "pass the salt please", except it's a grown man and we try to tell him not everything has to be attained through suffering and hinting, he can just ask. Or, on a different note, maybe he does not actually say it out loud but we still guess, since after so much time we know him well enough? Regardless of whatever he builds of himself, he still has some patterns he follows unknowingly in any of his instances, and those could be learned and read. I just wanted for Roland to be comforted a lil'. ;< maybe not a lil'. Maybe actually very much.

Even if this req is not to your liking, I still wish you the best with your art, thank you for your hard work! Bye have a great time 👋

I’ve had to walk laps around the room several times before I could even fathom a response to this message so forgive me if I’m incoherent in spots.

But firstly — thank you??? ( ; - ;) this is such a kind message I’m honestly really fucking humbled and at a loss for words, especially for speaking so kindly of my interpretation of him. ;;;; thank you truly for taking the time to send this, it means a lot to me. ( & I can’t help the burns repetition with him lol, the irony when your in game element is fire but you’ve long since forgotten the warmth of human kindness and contact so even the gentlest of brushes feels like scorching heat. The man is a clown)

I’ve never actually gotten a request before lol so you’re the first, hun. I’m open to ‘em, especially since they can be a way to talk to people about different hc and interpretations; I find it really fun. And I really like the view of him I see in your message. Roland blue screening is always a highlight to me tbh

it’s actually a bit ironic Knight’s Longing is the one you’re most fond of. The second part is in the works, told from Chrome’s POV about your closeness with Roland, and there is a short scene that plays off Roland’s affection line where you fall asleep against him. It’s mostly a fun experiment bc they’re just such fascinating foils. (There’s also a nutcracker inspired fic with Roland that has been in the works for a shamefully long time….)

But yes! You’re welcome to suggest ideas hun! And yours actually gave me a brain worm so consider that wip added to the fic list. I just… I either churn out 3 fics in a month or 1 fic every three months — there is no inbetween I’m so sorry….

I did draft a few lines tho based off the images I got from your message tho, so I don’t forget the emotion I want to go for (the despair of waiting for the other shoe to drop bc he can’t trust your kindness as something that isn’t attached to strings or the guillotine). I can’t promise it’ll make it to the final draft but here’s a little snip for now if that’s ok?? I gotta chew on how I want to shape the scene but I’ll toss the snip beneath a read more break. please know I’m tucking four leaf clovers in your pocket in hopes you have nothing but wonder days ahead!! ♥︎ thank you again for taking the time to talk to me ♡

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It's the weightlessness – the moment of bated breath when the stage crumbles beneath his feet and the scaffolding overhead groans as it collapses. It's the loaded silence – the millisecond between the trigger pull and the expected result in roulette. It is the corpse of every script, every scene, every line that always, always, always ends with the flourish of the guillotine. 

He feels it, scorching and molten – the seeping, slow spread of warmth like molten glass. There's a sharpness to it, biting in the way it cuts through the cold metal of him until it sinks into his wires. It burns. It burns. It burns.

The weight of your arm around his shoulder, your foolish flesh and bone hand on the small of his back, the faint brush of your breath against his temple – you're close, too close and it burns. He feels the subtle rise of your chest with each slow breath, and it's the casual defenselessness of it all that turns the heat into something boiling. It churns with all the jagged, rusted blades that have burrowed into tender places he thought lost beneath the metal. You're completely open and every single vital point flashes through his mind in an instant. How easy would it be to press a little here or cut deep enough there to bring you to your knees in blooming crimson glory? 

His hands move – too late and too early all at once – and you don't even flinch when the cold metal of his fingers wraps around the back of your neck.