#❝ — interactions. / FT. VIOLET ! )

[ofmimicry]

'Violet!' Jesinia's hands are moving the second that she spots her friend, she had been wandering - extremely confused - and the sight of her closest friend feels like a huge relief. 'what is this place?'

Closed starter for @mcrcki (violet)

[antihcroes]

open starter: my tears ricochet open to: anyone

"and i can go anywhere i want, just not home."

[virtuousouls]

continued from here | @lcnelylcves​

violet was surprised with herself for even offering to do something with the other. but lately she had been feeling a slight change in herself. not so much introverted and closed off. normally vi would have just ignored the other’s tears. or said something harsh. but instead had opted for a solution. maybe she needed a distraction herself. “well, i heard that there’s this place where you can pay to smash shit up. that could be fun to let out some anger?” she suggested. she had heard about it from some gang members. “or could gamble away some money and get drunk. or both is an option.”

[celestiaras]

‧₊˚✧ ❛[ deep in puppy love ]❜

ft. luca kaneshiro x f! reader — luxiem, nijisanji en

╰₊✧ luca is just like cerberus, the three-headed hellhound of the underworld— terrifying, but a puppy nonetheless for his master┊1k words

contains: smut!! dom reader & sub luca┊puppy-hybrid luca, pet play & pet names (puppy, good boy), lingerie, receiving oral, giving praise, coming untouched

➤ author's note: i love powerful men being submissive and down bad

₊˚ʚ 💌₊˚✧ birthday gift to the wonderful moot & writer @cryingaboutit1514!! (i hope a luca will suffice)

luca kaneshiro is the most infamous mafia boss in the nation who doesn’t have a single competitor for his title because they have either been integrated into his group or stomped out entirely if they refused to go out peacefully. his pockets are deeper than the mariana trench and bursting at the seams with cash and gold, helping him secure his choke-hold on the city’s corrupted authorities. just his name alone is enough to bring dread to any of his enemies who still haven’t been picked off by his men. shockingly, he isn’t in power primarily because of the terror factor, it’s because of the undying loyalty his men and executives have for him where they are willing to lay down their lives for him at their own volition.

as scary and intimidating as he seems to be, those close to him like family and friends will know how sweet he truly is. his iconic white fedora helps to hide his fuzzy ears while his back is never turned to show his fluffy tail, he’s true to his half-blood of being a golden retriever and well-beloved because of his innocent personality at heart that loves to get along with everyone.

although, even family and friends occasionally feel like they are walking on eggshells when interacting with him, anxious that one wrong word could spell their name on his list of those on his bad side. there’s only one person who didn’t have to watch their words so closely around him and could freely be themselves around him without the fear of crossing him, the only person who could boss around the mafia boss with him wrapped around their finger.

his tail wagged and thumped against the hardwood floor, his violet eyes staring at the beautiful black lace that graced your skin. he could see your arousal with his heightened sense of smell and it was driving him absolutely mad, trying to get closer to you so that he could get a taste. if you weren’t pushing back his head, he probably would have forgotten to rip it and would have tried to give you oral through the fabric with how excited he was.

“please, please, please,” he whimpered, voice filled with desperation to the point that he seemed like he could crack and cry if he didn’t have his face on your pretty pussy at that very second.

“please what, puppy?”

“please, let me eat you out… you look so sexy…”

“well, since you asked so nicely…” stilling keeping him at arm’s length, you slowly slipped off the intricate underwear along your leg and presented your glistening folds to his eager eyes. his hand moved to grip his erect cock that was painfully straining against his abs with white beads of pre-cum leaking out of the angry red tip, but you stopped him in the act and tutted, “you can touch yourself once i say so.” he looked so cute when he pouted and whined that you were half-tempted to change your mind, “don’t you want to be a good boy for me?”

as soon as the words “good boy” left your mouth, his demeanor changed immediately as any desire to pleasure himself evaporated back into the desire to serve you. it really took everything in him not to pounce on you and fuck you into the mattress, but he wanted to remain as your obedient puppy.

you gasped in surprise at his speed once you let go of him, his large hands grabbing onto your ankles to pull you towards him. his tongue roughly glided over your sopping hole, greedily lapping at your clit and flicking at it with the tip. he was so sloppy and loud, the sound of sex and your moans spurring him on to get drunk on you. no thought or calculation went into it, just pure unaltered passion and need to make you undone.

“ah, fuck, g-good boy!” you panted and began lightly grinding your cunt against his face, reaching out to scratch at his floppy golden ears. “doing so well for me!” the stimulation had your mind all fuzzy and almost numb as you continued to cry out words to praise, his actions becoming more erratic with everything you said.

no matter how many times he’s done this, he’s still so goddamn messy. his lack of self-control has your juices spilling down his chin and onto the expensive silk sheets below, just like a starving dog would when it’s able to feast at last.

his tongue kept assaulting your entrance, swirling around and curling against that spongy spot that sent electricity up your spine. he felt your thighs twitch and wrap around his head with the end of his blonde hair tickling the skin, driving him more into you and telling him that you needed just a bit more of a push.

in just a few more seconds, your vision sparked white as you climaxed and made a mess all over his lower face, arching your back as you flooded his lower face. he still licked away at your sweetness even when your legs loosened their hold on him, riding out your orgasm until you told him (nearly begged him with how pussydrunk he was) to stop.

when he finally pulled back, panting and out of breath with a flushed face, you could see a white splatter on his muscles indicating that he was already finished without any stimulation. he didn’t even realize that he came yet, his cock still rock-hard and begging for your attention.

you chuckled at his disheveled appearance and reached out to bring him closer, allowing him to join you on the bed instead of kneeling at the foot of it. “aw, does the puppy want a reward for being good?” you almost audibly laughed at how promptly he nodded his head, leaning into your touch to rest on top of you and begin to not-so-subtly rut into your leg. he really is a good puppy even though he’s acting like a bitch in heat for you, but that’s what happens when the mafia boss is madly in love.

[mirai-e-jump]

TV Life, 7/19/2024 Issue (No.14) ft. Bakuage Sentai Boonboomger Cast Members (translation below)

Publication: July 3, 2024

Iuchi Haruhi x Hayama Yuki x Suzuki Miu Saito Ryu x Soma Satoru x Miyazawa Yu

Iuchi: Sakito grew up in space, so there's something awkward about the way he keeps his distance from people.

Miyazawa: He basically acts by himself. That's why he doesn't spend much time together with everyone. He'll often go and help them out when they're in a tight spot though.

Iuchi: Still, it's amazing how Yu-kun's able to express his awkwardness so accurately. I'm sure this is how I'd be if I were in space my whole life and didn't know anything about Earth.

Suzuki: He's different. Mira's good at closing the distance between people, and yet even I felt overwhelmed, or rather overpowered by his intimidating presence.

Iuchi: That's why I've become much more motivated to do some muscle training. I'm sure there'll be alot of scenes of me standing next to Sakito from now on, so when that happens, I'm afraid I'm going to "lose" because of my appearance (laughs).

Hayama: He's a good stimulant, don't you think? For me, I'm glad to see Violet, a character closer to the color blue join us, as there's already so many bright, reddish colors in Boonboomger (laughs).

Saito: Black's the only one that's neither (laughs). Still, Sakito's cool just from a visual standpoint, isn't he? I've thought that way ever since I first saw the makeup artist doing his hair.

Miyazawa: Ryu and Miu-chan ran over to me and said, "What's Violet like?" (laughs).

Suzuki: We were like, "Oh~!"

Saito: That's right. We were like, "So cool!"

Miyazawa: Both of them said, "So cool!," but as I looked at them, all I could think of was, "They're so cute~" (laughs).

Saito: His purple extensions are nice too. Haruhi said, "Isn't that unfair?!" (laughs).

Iuchi: I wanna wear some too (laughs).

Soma: His character and appearance are both striking. In that sense, although their personalities are completely different, he and Genba may be similar in some ways. Also, for me personally, it was a weight off my shoulders when Zawa-kun (Miyazawa) became the oldest character (laughs).

Miyazawa: In my mind, Satoru's character is the oldest.

Soma: No, absolutely not, that's not possible (laughs).

Iuchi: Still, you two might be abit alike. They've consciously taken away the feeling of being our seniors and made it easy for us to talk with them. That's why they're more like having kind big brothers around.

Miyazawa: You guys just mess around with me though (laughs).

Suzuki: Zawa-kun's being teased the most now, isn't he? It used to be Satorun (Soma).

Soma: That's why I'm doing the teasing now.

Hayama: That's fun too, right?

Soma: It's fun. Zawa-kun takes care of "cleaning up" for us (laughs).

Miyazawa: I mean, all five of them are silly, aren't they? I was put into the group chat, but even there, they were just posting silly comments……multiple times. The next day I was like, "Someone say something in response!" (laughs).

Suzuki: Everyone's just doing whatever they want (laughs).

Hayama: Still, the atmosphere on set has become tense due to Zawa-kun. Everyone's trying not to lose to him.

Saito: I'm looking forward to the story from now on. How will Sakito interact with the other five? There's still alot we don't know about him as a character.

Miyazawa: I think it'll become more apparent in the future that he "has another side to him."

Iuchi: With the addition of Sakito, the relationships among the other five will probably change, and in a good way, we have no idea what the future holds, so I hope you'll continue to watch over us! _

Q: What's something you'd like to have the "Cleaner" resolve?

Iuchi: I'd like him to "clean up" the oil that accumulates in my stomach. I like yakiniku and ramen, and often go out to eat with everyone after filming. However, I'm weak with oil, and always get an upset stomach when I eat too much of it (laughs).

Hayama: Do you clean drains? I'm a cleanly person, so I clean my place atleast once a week. However, I tend to skip the areas that use water, only doing them about once a month…I'd like you to clean them on my behalf (laughs).

Suzuki: Mira's always showing her legs, so I'm working hard on muscle training every day. However, there are times where I just can't be bothered. I'd like you to take care of this "troublesome spirit of working out"!

Saito: I always fall asleep as soon as I get home. This is why I always put off cleaning…Some days it's clean, but on average it's pretty dirty, so I'd like you to clean my entire room (laughs).

Soma: Because of my thin chest, I want to build muscle. I like to move my body, but I'm the same as Miu-chan, and there are days where I'm not motivated to work out, so I'd like to have those feelings taken care of.

Miyazawa: I wish there was something I could do for all the things the five of them said (laughs). Speaking of, I was recently taken out to play futsal by Satoru. I've been wanting to go out and play it for a long time, so I was finally able to "clean up" that desire!

[captaincryolicious]

Your grumpy neighbor

➳ Scaramouche x gn!reader (ft. friend Kazuha)

➳ Bulleted fic + Drabbles ; 3.8k

➳ Enemies to lovers ; Cursing, Scara being mean

You weren't expecting your new neighbor would be such an ass, but things take an interesting turn when you get to know him a little better. [06.11.2022]

Zep's Note ; This fic is mostly written while I fought a sudden writer's block lol. Also thanks to @kaewrlds for the idea of grumpy neighbor Scara!

[Part two] Dating your grumpy neighbor

It was as if a sharp breeze pulled through the poorly isolated hallway of the condo building you moved in yesterday. You shuddered, stuffing your hands into your pockets as you waited for a response from your new neighbor. It was minutes ago that you had knocked on the door to the left of yours, carrying a tattered plate with the number eleven engraved on it. So far you heard nothing that implied a sign of life. Maybe they weren't home? You'd wait for another minute and if they still didn't answer the door, you'd come back tomorrow.

There were a lot of exciting things about moving. A new beginning, a new adventure to indulge in, new surroundings to turn into a place you'd call home, and maybe the most exciting of all; new neighbors to meet.

You were not done unpacking yet and far from being settled, but you just wanted to make your presence known to the other people who lived in the building with you. After resorting to eeny meeny miny moe you opted for the neighbor who lived to your left. Though you weren't sure whether to dread or look forward to meeting the others, you knew it had to be done. 

You glanced around the deserted hallway, and the door to your apartment looked inviting. You had much better things to do than waiting there in front of your neighbor's door, and it seemed that you were wasting your time. 

As you were about to walk away, the door suddenly flew open, revealing a male with a violet gaze that held naught but annoyance.

     "How long did you plan on standing in front of my door?" he asked, raising a brow. Oh, it was so clear that he was judging you! 

     "How do you even–" you began, taken aback by his aggravated demeanor.

     "There's a peephole in the door, blind ass."

Ouch. This meeting was going absolutely terrible. Barely two sentences into your first conversation ever and he was already calling you names. You wanted nothing but to retreat to your room and pretend it never happened, but you had to stick up for yourself here. You straightened your composure, offering the angry male a hesitant smile.

     "It's not like that," you explained hastily. "I'm Y/N, I moved into the apartment next to yours yesterday."

Realization seemed to dawn upon him, and the sheer annoyance in his eyes diminished just a little. Still, he looked at you with a scowl. 

     "Oh, I've heard. You're the talk of the day." He narrowed his eyes at you, cold and inhospitable. "I don't really care, though. Don't bother me."

With those final words, he slammed the door shut. The wind that came with the gesture's velocity picked at your hair, and you stood there with wide eyes. What on Earth just happened? You were frozen momentarily, your feet riveted to the ground as your mind went wild. You felt upset, angry even, but most of all you felt ashamed and you had no idea why. You had nothing to be ashamed of, right? All you did was reach out to your new neighbor like any normal person would.

     "What an ass," you scoffed.

     "Don't mind him, he's always like that," a voice rang from behind you, and you turned around to find another male standing there. He offered you a friendly smile, a stark contrast to the grimace you faced barely a minute ago. "His name is Scaramouche. No one really interacts with him."

     "Oh," you said.

     "I'm Kazuha, by the way," the guy then introduced himself, still wearing a calm smile. "I think I live to your right." 

You felt a wave of relief. This guy looked nice and a lot easier to get along with, and you were happy that you had at least one neighbor you could see yourself getting along with. 

     "I'm Y/N," you replied, reciprocating his smile.

Kazuha ended up being your first friend in your apartment building. He offered to help you unpack that evening, and you got a lot of work done and you discovered that he lived up to the first impression you had of him. He was nice and easygoing, friendly and warm. 

You even ended up forgetting about your brief yet menacing encounter with your other neighbor. 

But it all came back the moment you saw him again, walking ahead of you towards the entrance of the building. You lowered your pace, afraid to be as much as seen by the guy. 

Scaramouche was his name, wasn't it?

Was it true what Kazuha had told you about no one really interacting with him? Well, he kind of had it coming with an attitude like that, but you couldn't help but wonder if he wasn't feeling lonely if no one reached out to him here in the building. People needed social interactions at least to some extent, right? 

After that realization, you couldn't really get him off your mind anymore. In your head, you started to make up excuses for his rude behavior – which was wrong, you knew that. Yet, it happened automatically, and after a while you were convinced he had to have his reasons for acting like a total douche. 

"Has he always been like that?" you asked Kazuha one day, curiosity getting the best of you. 

"For as long as he lives here," came the reply. "No one has ever seen him act remotely nice."

You pushed aside the thoughts that followed. You weren't going to speculate, for with speculations came assumptions and you did not want to make any. 

Instead you kept him on your mind silently, your eyes following him whenever you saw him inside or around the apartment complex. He had a massive resting bitch face – like, if looks could kill, you wouldn't stand a chance – but you had to admit he was really pretty regardless. 

Sharp and fine features and a gaze of vivid violet, with bangs in a dark shade of deep purple tickling his forehead and curtaining his eyes. If only his face wasn't contorted in a nasty scowl most of the time.

Just like Kazuha told you, you never saw him interact with any of the other residents, nor did you ever exchange a word with him after your awful encounter that one day. That was probably for the better, but you couldn't help but feel a certain pull every time you noticed Scaramouche was near. 

You thoroughly wondered why?? He had been nothing but absolutely mean to you so you had no idea what was going on. Why did he intrigue you that much? You weren't exactly happy with the speck of infatuation. 

Kazuha, with his keen eye, noticed your inner debates regarding your very grumpy neighbor but decided not to comment on it. 

Get off my mind, Scaramouche, you mentally cursed more than once. No one interacted with him and that was for a good reason. He was an ass, so you too should have nothing to do with him. 

You started to ignore his presence, even more so than before. You no longer stole any glances at him nor did you offer him much room in your thoughts. What do you mean, grumpy neighbor? The apartment next to yours might as well have been empty.

Well, you tried to think so, but it wasn't all that easy. His pretty face seemed engraved into your mind, so much that you were close to forgiving him for being such an ass that time. But you didn't want to give in so easily so you tried to ignore him even harder. 

Until you heard a loud crash coming from the apartment to your left, followed by a string of curses that filtered easily through the thin walls. How could you ignore that?

You fled from your apartment, hardly bothering to close the door behind you as you stepped into the hallway. The door to your left was wide open, and you hesitantly approached to peek inside, wanting to find out what happened next door. Was Scaramouche okay? It certainly didn't sound like he was. 

     "Hello?" you called out, your fingertips grazing the surface of the door as you pondered whether or not to push it open further. "Scaramouche?" 

     "What do you want," he grunted, his voice strained.

     "I heard a noise," you explained worriedly, finally making up your mind and stepping inside.  "Are you okay?" 

     "I'm fine," the male spat, eyes widening when he caught you entering his apartment. "Hey, what the heck do you think you're doing? Get out." 

He didn't look fine. Scaramouche sat on the ground, his face in a pained grimace as he tightly gripped onto his ankle. A few boxes lay scattered around him, and it wasn't hard to figure out what happened. Obviously, he tripped over something while carrying those boxes inside and hurt his ankle. 

     "You don't look like you can get up on your own," you dryly commented, not making any motion to approach the guy on the floor yet.

Scaramouche stubbornly tried, but as soon as he put his weight on his ankle, he sunk back to the floor with a pained grunt. He seemed to be in too much pain to move around properly, but you weren't sure if you could get him so far to let you help him. You simply stood there, watching how he tried again to prove that he didn't need you. But he didn't succeed, and the annoyance in his eyes was burning as he looked at you.

     "Fine, I can't get up," he admitted briskly. "Are you just gonna stand there and watch me suffer?"

     "You make it very tempting," you replied, fighting a teasing grin. Maybe it wasn't smart to set him off even more but you couldn't resist.

     "Okay," he breathed out, the look in his eyes close to being absolutely malicious now. "Can you please help me up and get to a chair?" 

     "Of course," you chirped, now flashing him a smile. 

Though you tried to come off as confident as you approached the male, your pulse was racing at this point. Not only did you feel like you were walking straight into the lion's den, but you were also in the direct vicinity of the guy you found pretty for the first time. Everybody knew he was hard to get along with – if one could even get along with him to begin with – so you had no idea what to expect. 

You reached out your hand for him to take, and you were quite surprised when he took it. His expression was grim, merging into one laced with pain as you helped him to his feet. He wasn't tall, so he wasn't too heavy either. It went quite swiftly and before you knew it, the male stood next to you, leaning onto you for the support he direly needed. That was only phase one, now you still had to get him to his chair. 

Hesitant, you draped one of his arms over your shoulder to support him as much as you could. Your free hand went to Scaramouche's waist to make it a little easier for the both of you, but you very well realized the sort-of intimacy of your current position. It meant nothing, you reminded yourself, as you slowly brought the violet-haired male to the living room. He limped next to you without a word, which you were grateful for. You weren't ready for any snarky remarks, or else you would deadass drop him to the floor and leave him be. 

Pretty boy or not, you had your boundaries.

Relief washed over you when his weight shifted off your shoulders as he sank into a comfy-looking chair. He wasn't all that heavy, but you weren't used to dragging around a grown person. 

He refused to look at you, and you took the opportunity to study his ankle. There wasn't much to see, though, especially since you knew next to nothing about matters related to anything medical. You had no idea how to help him.

     "I'm not good with first aid," you admitted. 

     "I didn't ask for first aid," came the snarky reply. 

Right, that was the final straw. If he was that adamant on avoiding your nice gestures, you would gladly oblige and leave him alone. You got up, forcing your worries to the back of your mind and giving him an icy look.

     "Well then, good luck."

With those words, you walked away from him, leaving his apartment and shutting the door behind you with a thud that was a little too loud. What a little shit, you thought. All you did was being nice – though you had absolutely no reason to do so – and he still acted like an ass. You started to see why no one at the complex bothered to interact with him. Scratch that, you knew all along but you still gave him the benefit of the doubt because you are too nice. 

     "What was that all about?" Kazuha asked as you ran into him in the hallway. He looked between you and Scaramouche's door curiously. 

     "I should've left him on the floor," you muttered, unlocking your apartment and getting inside, leaving your friend behind with a confused expression.

You didn't want anything to do with Scaramouche. 

You stayed true to your word.

Ever since that moment, you didn't give two shits about the rude male anymore. 

You had explained everything to Kazuha the day after – who was surprised just as much as he was amused – and you swore to never speak his name out loud again. Actually, you didn't even want to think about him anymore but that was quite a challenge since he lived next door.

And of course you couldn't help but wonder how he solved the problem with his ankle. It  seemed quite serious; he couldn't even stand on it and you were pretty sure he needed at least a little medical assistance. But you always dismissed the thought with a huff. His wellbeing was no longer your concern. Your offer to help was rudely declined by him so you shouldn't care about it anymore. 

Which was easier said than done. 

You didn't see him for a few days, but then you saw him limping through the hallways again. While you swiftly ignored him on the surface, your heartbeat picked up regardless. Though you didn't look at him, you felt his violet eyes on you. 

Why did he even bother to look at you?

It made the heat rise up to your cheeks, so you sped up and beelined away from him. 

And with that, he was on your mind again.

It was so unfair!

Eventually you complained to Kazuha, and for your sake he would pretend that he didn't catch on long ago. 

Stupid Scaramouche, you told your friend. Such an ass but you couldn't get him off your mind and he was so annoyingly pretty!? You couldn't stand it. 

You just had to live with him being on your mind so much. It had to be because you disliked him so much, right? Your dismay towards him was so strong that you thought about him almost the entire time. That had to be it. At least you had a valid explanation now.

Oh, Kazuha would be so amused when you present him your reasoning. But he'd hide it, smiling knowingly behind his hand. He totally knows what's up lol.

There was this one day about a week after the incident and you were doing something, your neighbor blissfully off your mind for a brief moment. You found peace! 

Your peace was interrupted when someone knocked on your door. Expecting Kazuha, you got up to open it, only to find someone  completely unexpected there.

     "Scaramouche?" you blinked. You fought the urge to slam the door shut in his face, too intrigued by his sudden and surprising visit. Why on Earth was he on your doorstep? 

     "Y/N," he greeted curtly, avoiding his eyes. 

A silence fell. It was so awkward. You sucked in a breath inaudibly, your eyes searching the hallway so you didn't have to look at him. What was he even doing here?

     "Can I come in?" he asked after a while, his voice so obviously full of aversion. 

You tilted your head, not understanding what he was getting at. Was he for real? He couldn't seriously be requesting that, right?

     "Why would I let you in?" you inquired.

     "Gee, nevermind then," the male retaliated. He was about to turn around, but that didn't sit quite well with you either.

     "No wait, come in."

Boy, you were glad you cleaned your apartment the day before. It was still tidy, while it had been quite a mess at first. You'd be terribly ashamed if Scaramouche would see your apartment like that. Even now, with everything being spic and span, you felt awfully self-conscious as he followed you quietly into your living room. 

     "Uh, take a seat," you awkwardly offered. "Do you want anything to drink?"

     "No," Scaramouche replied curtly.

     "Then what do you want?" you asked, taking a seat on the other side of the living room. "Why are you here?"

     "Because I have two things to say," the violet-haired male explained. "Sorry and thank you. Now I'm going to leave again."

He genuinely looked like he was about to get up, and you shook your head vigorously. 

     "No you're not. Elaborate." 

Scaramouche muttered something under his breath, leaning back into his seat a little. He looked ill at ease, just like you did when you were in his apartment. 

     "Sorry for being an ass and thank you for looking after me that day," he mumbled, and the laminate flooring suddenly seemed very interesting to him.

Wow. You weren't expecting that. When Scaramouche showed up on your doorstep you were kind of expecting some sort of scolding for entering his house uninvited or something like that, and not at all had you foreseen an apology and words of gratitude to spill from his lips – albeit very gruffly. The malice in his violet gaze was absent just as much, and you realized; he came in peace today.

     "It's such a pain," he suddenly began, finally resting a glare upon you. "It's like you cursed me. You barged in totally uninvited and you did the same in my mind. Ic can't fucking stop thinking about it and it's your fault. Do something about it, Y/N."

There was the much expected scolding, but it wasn't at all about what you could've possibly imagined. It made your eyes widen in shock as you looked at the male and it was as if your poor heart skipped a few beats. Was he for real? He had to be messing with you, right? There was no way he was in the same boat as you were. But the look in his eyes told something different, as if he actually held you responsible for his problem. A problem you struggled with just as much. 

     "What am I supposed to do about that?" you asked incredulously. "It's not like I can help it that you think about me so often." 

But then there was the wave of relief, when you came to realize that you also pestered his mind continuously just as much as he pestered yours. You couldn't help the laugh that bubbled up your throat; the situation was just funny to you. 

     "What do you think about me then?" you pried.

     "That's none of your concern," the male replied defensively, looking at you as if you had lost your mind. "Why would I tell you that?" 

     "Because I have exactly the same problem," you admitted. "You're also on my mind permanently and it's annoying me to no end." 

He was scrutinizing you now, his narrow eyes resting on you for long seconds. It was as if he was trying to peel your thoughts about him from your mind, and it genuinely felt like he could see straight into your soul. He had such a piercing gaze, one of enchanting violet. His eyes were stupidly pretty, just like the rest of his face. Curses, your cheeks grew red under his gaze.

You laughed it off, trying to lighten the tense mood that hung in the air between you. This situation made no sense, yet at the same time it did. 

     "You think about me and I think about you," you joked. "Hah, maybe we should just date already."

It was such a bad joke, and you cringed after blurting it out like that. You had a feeling that if you made a fool out of yourself in front of Scaramouche, he wouldn't let you hear the end of it. You just did, making a stupid remark, and you peeked at his face to see his reaction. Why did you even say that? You wanted to bury your face in the palm of your hands in shame.

     "Are you an idiot? We barely know each other," he replied, his brows knitting together into a frown. 

     "That's what you're concerned about?" you said, disbelief surging through your being. "I thought you would freak out and leave my apartment with a string of profanities."

Silence. 

     "Uh, well, I know we don't know each other but that can be fixed," you hesitantly added. Scaramouche's face was unreadable, and you didn't know how to interpret his frown.

     "Fine," Scaramouche growled. "Meet me this Saturday at two pm at the cafe down the street. Your treat since meeting up was your idea."

You barely had time to process what he was saying, as he got up and limped away. You sat frozen, hearing the sound of your front door opening and closing again. 

Your mind was blank, just as much as it was racing at the same time. Complicated things were going on inside your head, all revolving around the fact that you had a date with the neighbor you thought you despised so much? When did the matters turn so rapidly? Out of all things that could possibly happen, this was an outcome you never had even dared to dream of. 

A date? With Scaramouche? Unbelievable.

Your body was rigid with all sorts of feelings as you got up. Excitement was one of them, and you mentally cursed yourself. It was as if your mind was betraying you; you were supposed to dislike him and here you were. You had a date with him in four days. It was such a strange turn of events, and you struggled to properly grasp it all. Butterflies created a whirlwind in your stomach as you left your living room behind.

You had to tell Kazuha. 

[pinkhairandpronounsboy]

Hogwarts Legacy Profile

Owner: @a-usernamelol

Character's Full Name: Allan Waite

Meaning of name: Allan means handsome and cheerful, and the name Waite means watchman or protector. So, essentially, his name means “Cheerful Watchman” / “Handsome Protector” or something along those lines.

Nickname: Sometimes just called “Waite”- not really a nickname, but it happens enough its a casual address.

Race: Muggle Born

Hogwarts House: Gryffindor

Occupation: Traveller

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE:

Age: 5th year-17 / 7th year-19

FAMILY:

Mother: Dead

Father: Dead

Extended family: A significant amount of unnamed aunts and uncles. He doesn’t like them much, and from the sounds of it, the feeling is mutual.

CHARACTER:

Eye Color: Violet

Hair Color: Magenta

Height: 6’1 ft

Type of body/build: Sleeper build. He looks skinny but he’s actually very fit! That said- he'd probably be even healthier if he gained a little more weight.

Skin tone: White.

Scars: He has a mysterious burn mark on the back of his left hand

Predominant feature: Pink hair

Looks like: 

Physical Health: Excellent.

Mental Health: Dying inside. He’s been through a lot of trauma and microtraumas in his life, including the events of the Hogwarts Legacy Game. Someone get this man a therapist.

FAVORITES:

Allan’s favorite color: Pink or purple

Favorite Music: Anything played on an Ocarina.

Least favorite Music: Classical. He just doesn’t like the combinations of sound of artists such as Mortzart that we now consider classics.

Food: Give him a good turkey leg or medium rare beef and he will devour it.

Literature: Sherlock Holmes- He finds he can relate to the now famous detective, but he would never say it. He wouldn’t want to sound pompous.

Expletives: He usually is quite creative and makes up his own most of the time.

Mode of transportation: Highwing the Hippogriff.

ATTITUDE:

Most at ease when: In a darkly lit room with lots of space to roam freely, i.e. the Room of Requirement.

III at ease when: Surrounded.

Priorities: He puts others first, no matter who they are, friend or foe, regardless of race.

Philosophy: He is a levelheaded and compassionate man, who regards all life as important, and finds a childlike fascination in everything ordinary and grand.

How he feels about self: He tries not to think about it, but he is proud of who he’s become, he just wishes he’d have done better in life thus far. He would give anything to somehow save those who got hurt or killed under his “protection”.

PERSONALITY:

Greatest strength: His compassion and strategic judgment.

Greatest weakness: Also his compassion- in a sense, and his own survivors guilt.

Biggest vulnerability: He doesn’t open up to anyone- but you’ll certainly know he trusts you if he’s comfortable enough to tell you about his past. Otherwise, he’ll avoid it.

TRAITS:

Optimist or Pessimist: Optimist. He sees the good in everything except himself.

Introvert or extrovert: Introvert! Social interaction exhausts him to no end, unless its close friends.

HABITS:

Drinks: Sometimes. A butterbeer here and there, and when he’s older probably some wine. But even in his old age butterbeer will always be his favorite.

Hobbies: Taking care of beasts, painting , Duelling, and inventing of all kinds- including taking a scientific approach to magic for these inventions and experimenting with Ancient Magic.

How does he spend a rainy day? Outside, rain or shine, unless its super windy and possibly dangerous outside, in which case you’ll find him playing with his beasts in the Room of Requirement.

BACKGROUND:

Type of childhood: He grew up migrating from family to family, at first from aunts and uncles, to foster care. Eventually, he was simply shoved in an orphanage, after most families realized he was just to much trouble.

Most important childhood event that still affects him: When he was about five, like many kids, he had to a degree SOME magical properties. His parents, being intelligent people, picked up on those slight signs and despite being Muggles came to the conclusion there must be more people like their son. In an attempt to make his life potentially better, they tried and succeeded in finding the Wizarding World through the smallest breadcrumbs. Unfortunately, this attracted the interest of some radical Pureblood Supremacists who burned down their house with the family still trapped inside. Both Allan's father and mother perished, but he survived, but not without a constant reminder of the painful memory. His left hand got trapped under some rubble causing a horrible burn. Although he was saved and pulled out of the fire by some kind neighbors, he will forever have limited nervous functions and mobility in his left hand, along with a permanent scar. He now covers up the scar with gloves, however his damaged hand gets random phantom pains from the nerves not healing properly. Sometimes it hurts enough that his hand shakes, which is why he sometimes has to rub his left hand.

Drives and motivations: He wants to save everyone he possibly can. He always wants to help, even at his own detriment.

Talents: He is very artistic and logical at the same time, even capable of combining the skillsets of magic and science to use together in formidable new ways.

Extremely skilled at: Ancient Magic, Drawing, scientific examination

Extremely unskilled at: Sitting still, pottery, Divination

Good characteristics: Compassionate, kind, intelligent

Character flaws: Low self-esteem, survivor guilt, clingy to people he cares about

Mannerisms:  Verbal: He sometimes, when asked about any particular subject, will rant on and on if he knows a lot about said subject.

Physical: When he's nervous he rubs his left hand where his burn mark is. When he's thinking hard he taps his chin or cheek, and when he's uncomfortable and around someone he trusts, he'll stand slightly closer to them.

Peculiarities: No one knows if he dyes his hair or jinxes it, and no one cares to ask because he doesn't answer.

Biggest regret: The death of professor Fig, and in 7th year, his failure to help Sebastian, who inevitably goes to Azkaban.

Minor regrets: Any wizards or witches he has to kill do actually weigh on his heart. He doesn't like hurting or killing anyone, especially because he doesn't know their backstory.

Biggest accomplishment: Defeating Ranrok- obviously, and less obviously, a more personal but still large accomplishment for him was adjusting to the Wizarding World's society. (For example how homophobic the Muggle World would have vs. how generally accepting of it the Wizarding World is.)

Education: A Christian Orphanage that doubled as a school.

Religion: Raised Christian, but doesn't REALLY follow it.

Finances: Depends on what he can steal. He doesn't have a home to go back to over the summer, so most of his belongings are stuffed in his coat, which he has an Undetectable Extension Charm. He used to stay with Fig as a sort of "apprentice", but after 5th year he usually just wanders around the Highlands on his own, since he has nowhere else to go.

Char's darkest secret: His past. He never talks about how horrible his life was or is, simply out of principle to not drag anyone else down.

Does anyone else know? He may tell you if he trusts you enough, but it's unlikely. He might have told Sebastian around 7th year. (And in roleplay blogs I believe the only other MC that knows (As it stands of writing this post) is @not-that-gilbert-blythe, because it was a one-off comment he made about his burnt hand. He never fully explained how his parents died or why they died, just that he'd been in a fire as a kid.)

Some screenshots because I take too many :)

[spine-buster]

So High School ft. Adam Cole | Chapter 1

“Austin, babe, do you want your eggs scrambled or sunny-side up?” Violet called out from the kitchen as she stood in front of the stove, drizzling some olive oil into a pan.

“Scrambled!”

She walked over to the fridge and took out four eggs and milk, cracking them all open in a small bowl before whisking them together simply with a fork. She began to smell the hashbrowns in the oven and almost couldn’t wait for their delicious crispiness and crunch. The mundane activity of making breakfast for herself and Austin – the cutting of the avocado on top of the hashbrown, the sprinkling of everything but the bagel seasoning on top, the scooping of the scrambled eggs onto the plate after some salt and a final mix with the spatula – wasn’t anything special. But it was one of her favourite things to do. The simplicity of it was what made it so special. She’d done it countless times before, but never got tired of it.

Soon enough, she heard Austin make his way towards the kitchen – heard, because it wasn’t just Austin. It was Austin and his boot and crutches, having worn them for weeks now. The freak accident was still haunting him, the surgery necessary to fix his ankle still lingering within them because it was all still visible. “Smells delicious, babe,” he said, stopping momentarily.

“Go sit,” she offered, scooping the last of the eggs as she heard him walk again. “Two sugars for your coffee?”

“Uhhh, one I think.” He was trying to watch his intake since he wasn’t working out at all due to his condition.

Her head raised to look at him. So did her eyebrow. She gave him a look and he looked back at her. “Two,” she smirked, in a tone that told him to stop lying.

She knew him better than he knew himself. Who was he to think he could really get away with saying just one sugar in his coffee when he knew, she knew, everybody knew that he took two? He smiled, chuckling slightly. “Two.”

He sat at the table with his crutches leaning against it. With everything set, Violet finally took her seat. Before she could even grab her fork, she could feel Austin grab her forearm. “C’mere,” he said, leaning in slightly. He gave her a peck, but let his lips linger before giving her another kiss. “Thank you. I love you.”

“I love you too,” she smiled.

“Thank you for what you do for me.”

Austin had been saying that a lot lately. Ever since he got his really bad concussion, and it was a huge question as to whether he’d ever make it back to normal, let alone make it back to wrestling. He’d said it a lot throughout the years too, more so when he was injured, but other times when life was ‘normal’, too. “I’ll do it till the end of time, Austin. You know that.”

***

Austin hadn’t gotten on the bus to school the next day. Then, the weekend meant that Violet hadn’t seen him for a further two days. All she could think about was their last interaction, and whether she had offended him by her comment. She honestly didn’t mean anything by it at all, and now he probably hated her even though he had saved her from that creep.

She was impatient the second she took her regular seat on the bus, wanting the bus driver to speed down the street so he could get to Austin’s stop quicker. When he finally did, she felt herself stop breathing as she saw Austin come on the bus. They made quick eye contact before he averted his eyes and slipped into his usual spot, a two-seater, sitting in the inner seat against the window.

Okay, so now he was just going to ignore her? Not a chance.

Once the bus started moving again, she got up from her seat and made her way towards him. She clung on to the bus poles along the way before sitting dramatically beside him. He looked at her as if he’d seen a ghost. “Did I offend you on Thursday?” she asked, not bothering to beat around the bush.

His eyebrows furrowed. “What?”

“Last week, after the creepy guy,” she apparently had to remind him. “I made that comment about Lancaster West not having AP World History because then you’d know who Robespierre was. I was just trying to be funny. But then you just, like, left.”

Austin’s jaw dropped and closed, dropped and closed, not know what to say. To her. “I—”

“It was an accident if I did, I swear,” Violet said. “Like, I didn’t mean to—”

“—I honestly thought you had to study,” he blurted out. “You didn’t offend me at all. I just thought you’d want to study. You read sometimes when you’re on here, I thought maybe you’d want to get back to that.”

Violet took a few breaths to digest his words. “So I didn’t offend you.”

“Not a chance.”

“Then where were you on Friday? Why did you avoid the bus?”

“My friend’s dad drove us in because we had to go to Philly right after school.”

She felt a bit stupid. “Oh,” she blurted out. She stayed silent, and so did he, looking at each other, then at their hands, then at the floor a few times before finally she got the courage to speak again. “I just don’t want you to think I’m stuck up because I go to St. Anne’s or anything.”

Austin immediately shook his head, his hair moving along with it. “I don’t think that.”

Silence again. Awkward teenagers. What else was going to happen between two sixteen year olds? The hum of the bus was the only noise between them. “Thanks again for Thursday, by the way,” Violet’s voice was close to a whisper.

“It’s no problem. Does that happen often?”

She shook her head. “Not on the bus. Just when I’m, like, walking anywhere or something. Like if I’m ever out a shop in Lancaster I can see the stares. We all can. Us St. Anne’s girls, I mean. When I was a freshman there was a car full of seniors from Lancaster West catcalling me.”

Austin grimaced. “Ew. On behalf of Lancaster West, I’m sorry. There’s always a group of idiots in every grade who think that sort of stuff is okay. Because you guys have to wear that uniform.”

It was time for Violet to furrow her brows. “It’s not like we exist in a different world, you know,” she said, looking down, slightly self-conscious suddenly as she smoothed down the tartan fabric of her kilt. “We’re just girls.”

Even as an awkward teenager, he knew there was more weight to those words than just their surface level meanings. He felt almost bad for her having to go through that, despite not even knowing her. Well, he knew her name now. He guessed that was a start.

They stayed silent the rest of the bus ride into Lancaster. There was nothing left to say.

When they got off the bus, Austin began walking as he usually did down the sidewalk towards Lancaster West High. Violet followed behind him, again standing continued on to St. Anne’s Academy. But before she did, once again, she stood on the sidewalk, watching him as he walked in, all before making her own way towards St. Anne’s.

***

“Take a look at this,” the doctor said as he came back into the room with the x-rays before putting them up on the backlight for Austin and Violet to see. “This is your ankle, Mr. Jenkins. It’s healing, but it’s not healing properly. You see this, right here?” he asked, pointing to a specific area and dragging his finger along it. Austin nodded. It was very clear that there was a break. “These are the places where your fracture is. This is where the plate and screws are going.” Austin winced at the mention of plates and screws. He was already in so much pain, probably the worst pain of his career, and that was saying something considering some of the injuries he’d endured, considering what he had just endured with his concussion. Though the screws and plate was going to be better for him in the long run, it was going to make the pain even worse. “How many, again?”

“Eight screws. All along here,” the doctor began tapping one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight times showing where all the screws would go, “and the plate, right alone here to stabilize the bone.”

Austin nodded silently. “When’s the surgery?”

“October 5th, being performed by yours truly.”

After the appointment was over and they signed the necessary forms, Austin and Violet made their way back to their car. Once she helped him settle into the passenger seat, Violet slipped into the driver’s seat and buckled her seatbelt. When she started the car and looked over at Austin, he was already looking out the window sombrely. “It’s going to be okay, Austin,” she decided to say, hoping it would bring him some comfort.

He didn’t respond.

When they arrived back to their house, she helped him out of the car. Austin hated having to see her do that for him. It made him angry to think of what she was putting her body through physically to help him just because of a freak accident. Angry that it wasn’t better. Angry that he had put them into this situation in the first place. Angry that he just had to jump off that ramp.

Violet got a text from Kyle as she was filling their blender with frozen fruits and veggies for a smoothie.

how’d the doctor’s appt go?

He hasn’t had a good few days, Kyle. I’m worried.

***

Another day, another bus ride. Another day, another instance where something had been bothering Violet and she had to go to the bottom of it. She watched as the Austin boy made his way onto the bus, watched him after they made eye contact and he slipped into his regular seat, watched as he clutched his backpack in his arms, seemingly digging through it for something.

She didn’t wait. She pounced.

Her speed even frightened her. She sat next to him with a loud thump. “I’m starting to think you’re lying to me.”

“What?”

“I must have offended you by accident but you’re too nice to say anything.”

“Huh?”

She wished he had more words. “Why do you always, like, run away from me?”

“What do you mean?”

She held the urge to roll her eyes. She didn’t think he was stupid, but she did think he was being deliberately obtuse. “When we get off the bus. You just, like, ignore me. As if we didn’t just sit beside each other for 30 minutes. What’s the deal?”

“I—I—I don’t know,” he stuttered out. It was almost as if he feared her, but she knew that couldn’t be the case. There was absolutely nothing scary about her. “I just—we—we’re not friends.”

“Well…can’t we be friends?”

Austin was shocked hearing those words. She wanted to be friends? Friends? The girl who went to St. Anne’s Academy and the boy who went to Lancaster West High? “You want to be friends?” he asked.

“Why wouldn’t I?” she asked rhetorically, not giving him an opportunity to reply. “We live in the same town. We’re going to schools literally down the street from each other. We’ve been taking the bus together for two years already and we’re going to be taking this bus together for the next two, too. We may as well make it worthwhile. I mean, you don’t still think girls have cooties or something, do you?”

He snorted and smiled. Her confidence was something to admire. He liked that she was bold. “Definitely not.”

She liked his smile. His eyes crinkled and it showed his dimples. “Well then it’s set,” she said assertively, raising her hand between their bodies. “Violet Schwarzkopf.”

Her hands were soft. He would remember that. “Austin Jenkins.”

[thesilliestrovingalive]

Reworked Species #3: Invaders

Overview

Their scientific name is Deinocarnifex (meaning “terrible butcher”). Despite being referred to as the Venusians due to their origin on Venus, many people call them Invaders because of their aggressive thirst for conquest. An extremely hostile insectoid alien species, led by their asexually reproducing king, the Invader King, possesses shapeshifting abilities and omnilinguistic skills. They possess exceptional expertise in terraforming, warfare, territorial invasions, xenology, anatomy, and mechanics. They’re notorious for being the most ferocious alien species in the entire universe and are the arch-nemesis of the Martians.

Hierarchy

Their society is entirely hive-based with ranks determined by skin colour, durability, and intellectual capacity. Most Invaders are born from cocoons in hive-like structures within their meteorite-like mothership, having their abilities and roles predetermined at birth.

Heaven Globules (Deinocarnifex thauma) are the knowledgeable and dangerous hybrid offspring of Invader Drones and another life form. Surprisingly, they possess superior mental and physical strength compared to their brethren and exhibit exceptional abilities, including vocal communication, strategic thinking, psychological manipulation, a mystical connection to the cosmos, and an understanding of arcane, forbidden knowledge. Due to their fearsome reputation as heralds and guardians of the Invader King and his offspring, they operate independently from the rest of the Invaders.

Morph Changers (Deinocarnifex grallator) are tactical geniuses, skilled mechanics, and masters of stealth and terraforming technology. Despite being fully mute, they communicate effectively through a combination of gurgling sounds, raspy breathing, and expressive body language. Serving as loyal fighting servants of the Heaven Globules, they possess small fragments of forbidden knowledge graciously shared by their masters. As commanders of the Parasites and Invader Drones, they typically employ cunning tactical strategies that exploit the weaknesses of their enemies. They only resort to brute force and half-baked strategy plans when situations become truly dire or all else fails.

Elite Invaders (Deinocarnifex volans) are comprised of Invader Drones that serve as the elite troops of the Invader forces, commanders of the Parasites, and supporters of the Morph Changers in identifying enemy positions and coordinating attacks.

Ravenous Invaders (Deinocarnifex venator) are comprised of Invader Drones that serve multiple purposes: food foragers, protectors of their own kind, and operators of their war machines.

Grub Invaders (Deinocarnifex ambulus) are comprised of Invader Drones that serve as the foot soldiers of the Invader forces and the progenitors of the Heaven Globules. Despite exhibiting bestial and cannibalistic behaviour, they possess a surprising capacity for operating heavy machinery and interacting socially with more advanced species. Like all Invader Drones, they emit a diverse range of vocalisations, including chirps, purrs, chatters, hisses, growls, screeches, and howls.

Parasites (Deinocarnifex mimos) are responsible for assuming control over other life forms to aid in intergalactic conquests and harvesting the internal organs of their hosts, which are then utilised as sustenance for newborn Invaders. They emit a cacophony of unsettling sounds, including screeching shrieks, guttural growls, and ear-piercing, high-pitched hisses.

Appearance

Each Invader breed has gooey dark violet blood, which strangely tastes like grape soda laced with a metallic, iron-like taste.

Heaven Globules are androgynous Invaders that initially appear as gelatinous, amorphous purplish-black blobs, roughly the size of a newborn giraffe, shrouded in dusty clouds that pulsate with a faint greenish-yellow glow. The heralds are 26 ft (792.48 cm) warty, liquidy spheres of sparkling, pearlescent purple, featuring a vertical slit mouth adorned with writhing, glossy black tendrils that resemble teeth. The guardians resemble 23 ft (701.04 cm) greyish-pink slugs, their scaly bodies flecked with black and gold, and covered in bulbous, acid-filled sores that secrete black and yellow bile. They have pus-filled eyes, a mouth like a sea lamprey's, maroon hook-like teeth, and flexible, rubbery appendages.

Morph Changers are bipedal, skeletal beings with translucent, gloomy flesh and jutting purplish veins. They have a towering stature with females reaching 13’ 1” (947.42 cm) and males standing at an impressive 13’ 7” (962.66 cm). Females sport four sagging, pallid breasts and sylph-like bodies, while males are born with muscular physiques and no visible bosom. Males have a penis-like organ resembling a frilly slug that folds upward against their abdomen, while females have feminine genitalia but are unable to reproduce. Their greyish-green forearms and lower legs are covered in spikes, and their hands and feet end in sharp iron claws and talons. Their humanoid heads are sickly pale and hairless with two orbits that house deep-set myrtle green eyes with glowing amaranth red pupils and yellowish sclera. Both sexes have long, forked tongues covered in corrosive saliva and pharyngeal jaws with carnivorous teeth.

Males boast a gold-speckled, emerald-hued proboscis, resembling a tongue, which serves dual purposes: enticing potential mates and defending against threats. It can become rigid, enabling it to pierce through skin and bone with ease, and is adorned with microscopic spikes and snapping teeth. Their segmented tails feature a silver-grey blade and a coppery sheen, stretching twice their height, and are used for impaling victims with deadly precision. On the back, a pseudo-parasite is fused to their skin and exoskeleton, resembling a humanoid-reptilian hybrid with a skull melted to a chest, skin flaps on its head, and clawed fingers and lizard-like legs. This parasite houses a dead heart and intestinal tendrils, with one connecting to the skull's mouth like a breathing apparatus.

Invader Drones are 8' 10" (269.24 cm) anthropomorphic, toad-like aliens characterised by four rows of canine teeth, a prehensile tail that extends down to their ankles, and a rock-hard exoskeleton. They possess a chameleon-like tongue covered in translucent greyish-green mucus and microscopic, hook-like spikes. Their glowing eyes are sensory compound organs, comprising fifty individual lenses and a prominent circular lens with a slit white pupil. Their bulbous, oversized heads and backs are covered in gnarled warts, and their fingers and toes tipped with razor-sharp iron claws and talons. They have elongated limbs with three slender fingers and frog-like feet that both have translucent webbing.

They have malachite-hued bones coated in a protective layer of Tyrian purple slime, and their spine is partially jutting from the skin of their back. In place of traditional organs, their torso harbours a diverse array of grotesque, mutated locusts, beetles, slugs, worms, centipedes, and caterpillars, intricately integrated to perform essential functions: energy replenishment, digestion and nutrition, and waste management. Their muscle fibres and jade-coloured brain exhibit a rippling, scaly texture and glow with a soft, xanthous luminescence.

The predominant males have a flexible, white translucent phallus with pale blue veins, concealed within a purplish-black duct containing two circular testes. The uncommon females possess a large pink lavender organ resembling a plant bulb, complete with pale blue veins and up to one hundred small, unfertilised tangerine-hued eggs lining the womb.

Elite Invaders (Deinocarnifex volans): They have tan-peach skin, mossy green warts, metallic pink eyes, and iridescent dragonfly wings with jade ribbing. Their hands, toes, tongues, and three forearm stripes are rosy brown, while their webbing is tinted jade.

Ravenous Invaders (Deinocarnifex venator): They have pink-hued skin, lavender warts, and metallic purple eyes. Ravenous Invaders who are born with natural flight possess iridescent dragonfly wings with turquoise ribbing. Their hands, toes, tongues, and two forearm stripes are blue-green, while their webbing is tinted lavender.

Grub Invaders (Deinocarnifex ambulus): They have grey-hued skin, silvery warts, and bronze-hued eyes with metallic red flecks. Ravenous Invaders who are born with natural flight possess iridescent dragonfly wings with maroon ribbing. Their hands, toes, tongues, and forearm stripes are crimson, while their webbing is tinted silver-grey. A rare, all-female subset of Grub Invaders exist with the warts, webbing, and wings characteristic of males, pearlescent white skin, coppery eyes with metallic blue flecks, and Byzantine purple accents on their hands, toes, tongues, and forearm stripes. However, they're considered to be birth defects and are often exploited as mere commodities for sexual reproduction or cannon fodder.

Among the Invader race, there exist two specialised subsets of Parasites: the Flying Parasites and the Controllers. The Flying Parasites are pill bug-like octopuses with rusty orange skin and the size of two baby human heads. They have eight stretchy tendrils tipped with sharp points and three beady compound eyes of sparking sky blue, encircled by crimson. They also have elvish ears, a light purple sheen, an oval-shaped mouth filled with thick anglerfish teeth, pointed tongues, and tentacle-like mandibles.

Controllers resemble the Flying Parasites in appearance but are significantly larger, measuring around the size of four adult human heads. They have an umbilical cord, a dark purple sheen, pincer-like mandibles, and three thin eyestalks supporting cardinal red eyes outlined with ultramarine.

Abilities

They can assimilate the powers and traits of creatures by consuming their blood, brains, and hearts, which enhances the collective strength and fertility of their swarm-like army. All Invaders can utilise echolocation to track targets, perceive electromagnetic fields surrounding living beings, and see in complete darkness using a non-visual sense that detects air pressure vibrations. They can hear the unique resonant frequency of living beings and tune into electromagnetic frequencies, eavesdropping on radio transmissions and sensing energy fields. Their smell allows them to identify the chemical composition of substances and emotions of those around them. They’re able to taste biological fluids of others and environmental conditions, sensing pollution, toxins, and other hazards.

The Heaven Globule heralds can vomit forth intestinal maggots, which are orangish-white in colour, and spew inflamed blood and noxious gases that cause illusions. The Heaven Globule guardians can produce a disease-causing slime that resembles boiling lava, which flows from their bodies naturally.

Morph Changers can transform into humans and animals they can visually remember by manipulating their DNA structure and organic mass. They can dodge projectiles with ease and navigate tight spaces with uncanny agility and extreme hypermobility. They perceive their surroundings through a unique electroreceptive system, where electrical impulses generated by their brain and hypersensitive neurons serve as a substitute for traditional vision. This bio-electric interface also enables them to connect with technology, granting the ability to hack into computer systems and remotely control mechanical devices. They can spit corrosive acid and unleash heat rivalling that of the sun, causing worldwide temperatures to soar.

The limbs of Invader Drones can extend up to 8 ft (243.84 cm) to capture prey or aid in delivering crushing blows to enemies with a spinning headbutt. They can spin their bodies at hypersonic speeds, then ricochet off hard surfaces to smash foes, while deflecting bullets and blades. Additionally, they can spawn greyish-green maggots that approach enemies, expand, and change their skin into a bright red-orange hue before detonating in a lethal blast of acid. Winged Invader Drones can launch unguided purplish-white plasma balls and regurgitate centipede-like larvae that infect hosts, manipulating their brain functions. This infection zombifies hosts, causing their bodily fluids to transform into a gooey, scorching reddish liquid, and granting them the ability to burrow underground.

Parasites can float endlessly and extract the internal organs and life force of living creatures through small, hidden suction orifices on the underside of their flexible tendrils, leaving their victims a desiccated husk. To exert mind control, they attach themselves to their hosts' brains, sealing their vacuum holes and revealing a secondary set of orifices. Through these openings, their veins infiltrate the hosts' brains, circulating a neon purple fluid that gently constricts the skin, causing it to discolour to a bluish-purple hue.

The umbilical cord of a Controller features this unique orifice at its tip, enabling control over victims within a range of 10-13 feet (304.8-396.24 cm). Besides causing bluish-purple skin discoloration, this control mechanism induces a distinctive visual effect: the host's eyes become glazed over with a foggy, opaque white film.

Technology

Like the Martians, their technology is extremely advanced, but it’s primarily organic in nature with little to no mechanical components. They’re based entirely on expertise in the manipulation of plasma and gravitational fields, terraforming, and mechanics. Their technology features a unique blend of elements, including mesmerising line patterns, lasers, cannons, glowing crystals, fiery meteorites, flexible adamant, and grotesque cocoons. Their technology incorporates bioweapons, neon pink goo, fleshy orifices, and stolen technology from other invaded planets. It also features tubular, fleshy prisons encased in a glassy film, filled with a pain-numbing, sleep-inducing slimy green fluid.

Their meteorite-like mothership, Rlyathok, resembles the artistic depiction of Utsuro-bune by Nagahashi Matajirou, and it's made from adamant given to them by the Monoeyes, fleshy tissue, gold bones, unbreakable crystal, a reddish binding substance akin to tree resin, and tungsten. It’s capable of terraforming itself into a subterranean nest upon impact with a planet's surface, allowing it to anchor itself and establish a stronghold. It can deploy oblong spaceships crafted from dark adamant, adorned with silvery exotic line patterns and oval-shaped crystals that radiate a lime green glow. These vessels are launched from the mothership to targeted locations, facilitating swift deployment of Invader troops.

The Ecylatroch, also known as the Hunter Walkers, are fish-like anti-personnel creatures with sparkling Cambridge blue scales, a bluish-white belly, an oval-shaped body, and four spidery legs. They have a single cyclopean blue-grey eye in the centre of their body, just below their large mouth, which is infested with crooked, carnivorous teeth. When on the ground, they spit out slimy purple bubbles containing extreme toxins that cause severe burns upon impact. When on the ceiling, they drop their eye down towards their enemies, which then explodes into a blast of corrosive acid once it has landed, and their eye regenerates at an unnatural rate after this attack.

The Pnidlathrov, also known as the Mutated Hunter Walkers, are larger versions of their smaller counterparts, possessing thick skin that renders them impervious to any weapon, except for their weak point: their cyclopean bluish-purple eye. Their Cambridge blue scales have a silver-grey sheen, and they possess two new abilities: rapidly spitting out flying greenish-white meteorite bombs and summoning Invader troops as backup for support.

The Wyovanis, also known as the Smashers, are crab-like creatures with a brick red exoskeleton, a single daffodil-hued eye, four coppery legs covered in prickly burgundy hairs at the joints, and a chubby orangish-white belly with light grey spots. They fly by spinning their legs like helicopter rotors and attack by inflating their body, hardening their skin, and crushing their target with immense force, capable of breaking bone.

The Ghaprylomi, also known as the Space Mole Crickets, are earth-burrowing, anthropoid-like creatures that once belonged to an unknown alien race that inhabited Mercury. Having been integrated into Invader technology, they now play a vital role in facilitating planetary terraforming. They have a shiny, centipede-like dark grey shell that's semi-soft, a cyclopean ruby crystal eye for illumination and enemy detection, and gilded, spoon-shaped pincers for digging. When an enemy is spotted, they charge their body, glowing yellowish-white, and then rush at the enemy, exploding into a blast of fire and poisonous gas. Despite their limited armour, they are incredibly mobile and agile.

The Crynkhogu, also known as the Crab Tanks, are organic, crab-like duck teal weapon tanks with purplish-white bellies, silvery two industrial tubes protruding from their sides, eight spider-like legs that terminate in bony, three-fingered hands, and a glowing sky blue crystal eye. They're capable of firing sea purple bolts of electricity from the tubular nodules on their head. When opening their turquoise-flecked carapace, they can release shiny, bouncing balls of boiling azure blue blood that separate into three smaller bubbles. Additionally, they can jump to dodge enemy attacks and release a yellowish-green poisonous gas from their two silvery nodules when their electricity is charging for a couple of minutes.

The Vadiphoz, also known as the Vanguards, are modified sage green Crab Tanks, featuring a flexible, thick dark blue spinal cord connecting the head to the body, two gilded industrial tubes on their sides, a glowing violet crystal eye, and yellowish-white bellies and tentacles. These two tentacles are positioned atop their carapace, each ending in a built-in laser gun tipped with a violet crystal. They can fire circular greenish-white lasers from these guns and huge, spinning oval-shaped blasts from their cyclopean eye.

The Zodematikhus, also known as the Invader UFOs, are uniquely shaped aircraft composed of silver-coated flesh, crewed by Invader Drones, and offer minimal armour protection. Grub Invaders pilot UFOs that feature a single encircling rusty orange stripe above a glowing crimson half-sphere, capable of shooting slow-moving reddish-white plasma balls. Ravenous Invaders pilot UFOs that display two encircling light cyan stripes above a glowing lavender half-sphere, firing medium-speed purplish-white plasma balls. Elite Invader pilot UFOs that boast three encircling emerald-hued stripes above a glowing hot pink half-sphere, shooting fast-moving pinkish-white plasma balls.

The Faloxurvi, also known as the Flying Cores, are gravitational cores that unleash a rapid barrage of green plasma bullets with swift precision. They also possess telekinetic abilities, allowing them to lift and hurl surrounding large objects at their enemies. When enraged, the lime green glow of the crystals transforms to a red-orange, and the Flying Core begins to discharge intense blasts of electric fire.

The Telunohka, also known as the Flying Shelts, are colossal, brain-like flying entities adorned with jade-hued crystals that pulsate with a vibrant lime green glow. They’re capable of launching fiery meteors from four eye-like hatches and executing suicide dives on enemy targets. The hatches are composed of steel-coated fleshy tissues, while the main body is constructed from virtually indestructible adamant.

The Kydathriom, also known as the Brain Robot, is a mechanical entity formerly belonging to the Martians, who referred to it as Peparhuvi. Now, it experiences sorrow due to its isolation from other Invaders. It deeply misses the Martians, who treated it with genuine respect. Its creators hold it in high esteem for being a successful commander of the Ring Laser Mechas. Although it could easily disobey the Invaders, it actively chooses not to, fearing it would be reduced to scrap and have its programming completely rewritten to serve future invasions. When enraged, it exhibits a characteristic behaviour of stomping the ground and wildly flailing its arms.

This robot is controlled by an artificial greyish-green brain, meticulously stored within a crystalline glass dome filled with an orangish liquid for protection and preservation. The brain features metallic blue eyes grotesquely fused to its underside via branching white nerves. Utilising its brainpower, the robot can launch homing electric balls and, upon crouching, release a wave of electricity. Additionally, its mechanical claws enable it to crush, lift, and toss objects with precision.

Goals and beliefs

Their main goal is to assimilate all life forms throughout the universe into their empire, enhancing their prospects for survival, military prowess, technological advancement, and collective intellectual expertise until their eventual extinction. The Invaders are resolute in their determination to exterminate the Martians, assimilating their advanced technology and documentation of their expertise into their own culture. They also desire to exploit their corpses for sustenance and transformation into super soldiers, rendering their army nearly indestructible.

They’re staunch colonisers, believing it’s their divine duty to subjugate other races through conquest, cultural assimilation, and physical absorption. As a militaristic society, they place a heavy emphasis on developing strong militant capabilities through technological advancements and rigorous training, pushing the boundaries of both mind and physical body. Furthermore, they believe in utilising their military prowess aggressively to expand their empire and satiate their insatiable need for conquest.

They view themselves as the superior species, believing they should be the only ones to exist in the universe. They regard other life forms as unworthy of existence and utterly pathetic, needing to be assimilated to serve the Invaders’ perceived greatness. Surprisingly, the only life forms they hold in immense respect are the Monoeyes, whom they view as divine heralds of the deities and the lost Tuatha Dé Danann race. In contrast, they deeply despise the Martians, resenting their frequent successes against their conquests as well as their relatively peaceful nature and sustainable approach to resource management.

They believe in the necessity of constant expansion and conquest to ensure their basic survival and dominance. They glorify violence and sexual intercourse, viewing them as interconnected with their subjugation of other species and the exploitation of resources to expand their empire. Invaders think that bloodshed is necessary for psychological satisfaction and the improvement of predatory instincts and physical strength. They hold the Invader King as the ultimate source of life and unity for their society, performing violent bloodsports and sacrifices in his name.

They believe themselves to be part of a vast, cosmic network in which all deities, including the Invader King, guide their fates and destinies through the principles they represent. Additionally, they believe these deities facilitate the advent of a new era, marked by a technological and biological singularity. Furthermore, they believe in the eternal cycle of destruction and rebirth where chaos and devastation pave the way for new life and evolution. Invaders see their conquests and wars as necessary catalysts for this cycle, bringing about transformative renewal from the ashes of what they have deliberately destroyed.

[ofmimicry]

"You might be the prettiest sight i've seen all day," Ridoc flirts playfully as he takes the seat across from his friend, eyes light with amusement. "Though... please don't tell your boyfriend that I said that. I don't want to die. I really, really, like being alive actually and we both know you would miss me if anything happened to me."

closed starter for @mcrcki ( violet )

[antihcroes]

@tremblesigh liked for a starter!

violet knows she's being just a tad bit dramatic as she stares at the door to her dorm room - like it's just going to magically open on it's own - but this situation totally sucks. how she'd even managed to lose her key, she didn't know, she's usually so careful with it. when she hears someone coming down the hallway, her head whips in that direction - face lighting up at presence of another person, of possible help. she makes her way to them quickly. "hi! i am so sorry to bother you, but uh ... i somehow lost the key to my dorm and now i'm locked out ... and i was wondering if maybe you could help me? figure out a way to get in? if you're not busy that is - " head tilts to the side a little as she looks to the other.

[virtuousouls]

closed for @mlndless​ | leland parker!

violet stopped dead in her tracks when she saw the man in front of her. someone she recognised from her world, but not one of their communities. a face that should have been an enemy. was an enemy. they were on opposite factions. except, they hadn’t been enemies when they first met. violet had thought she should have killed him when she saw him along with negan and the rest. she had done it before. killed a man she probably didn’t have to. for the supplies. to survive. but not him, for some reason. they hadn’t talked much, just getting the supplies they both needed and then went on their way. he could have took all the medicine -- he had got to it first, it was his right. but he left her some. exactly what she needed. then to see him among that community, it almost felt like betrayal to violet, in some way. she had thought he was good. but who was really good in an apocalypse? “it’s you,” she finally said, when he had noticed her and she wasn’t able to get away quickly enough.

[valentine-writes]

How about headcannons for Sun, Moon and Roxy where they’re in a relationship with the reader. The reader gets suspicious of Vanessa and tries to investigate but goes missing for a few days, when they reappear they’re acting…different. When they go to question the reader they realize that the readers eyes are now purple. Basically how they would react to reader getting infected from the virus and how they would try to save their significant other

a mask of my own face

↳ ft. roxanne wolf, sun/sunnydrop and moon/moondrop

「 gn! reader, can be platonic or romantic <3 」

author's note: anon im frothing at the mouth i lpve this?? TY!!! time 2 write >:] pretty sure this iz corresponding to the vanessa is vanny and also glitched the animantronics in the game thingy so THAT is what i will b goin off of for this prompt! also lemon demon title 4 today becuz. fun. reader is Weird and Offputting and mean after being infected by the virus because honestly idk what else to do. sun and moon's hcs are connected bee tee dubs!! also he/it moon again becuz fav hc ^_^ i accidentally do a little Unserious-ing near the end i am so so sorry i am in a silly goofy mood. anyways, expect spelling errors and grammar errors ahwjehe so soz (´｀;) ! <3 def not be my best writing but here we go!!

ROXANNE WOLF headcanons:

▸ "you really think it's worth looking into?"

▸ you have tried, over and over, to convince roxanne that something was suspicious about vanessa. but by the tone of her voice she didn't see very bothered by it at all.

▸ that could not be further from the truth. she was bothered. vanessa's activity around the place was strange, to say the least. however, vanessa was also the only human nightshift security guard, which put her in a position where she meant to be trustworthy. what ulterior motives could she possibly have?

▸ despite that reasoning, she'd never let you try to figure out what shady stuff vanessa could potentially could be up to. roxy wouldn't going to allow you to walk straight into danger

▸ however, curiosity bested you. roxanne's disinterest just meant you had to go alone. without even a quick heads up or goodbye, you took it upon yourself to finally investigate.

▸ she initially tried not to let your sudden absence get to her- you ran off to make some discoveries on your own, knowing her very specific advice of not playing detective.

▸oh, but it does gets to her. it bothers roxy, more than anything ever could. you are gone for almost three weeks- and in those days, she spends what little free time she gets looking for you. on the twentieth day of you being gone, just like nothing happened, you returned. roxanne can't help but feel relieved, worried, and frustrated all at once.

▸ you don't talk to her for a couple days, but are seen strolling around the pizzaplex. the others have noticed your return too, and have mentioned to roxy that you've barely interacted with anyone since your reappearance; the few interactions with the animatonics being incredibly curt, and somewhat distant. like your mind had been off elsewhere as you made little effort to converse with them.

▸ she finally built the courage to confront you after hours. you seemed to be staring out at the automated doors of the pizzaplex. gazing out of glass doors with an absent gaze, your back to roxy as she approached you. turning you around, her grip tight on your shoulder, she is disheartned seeing how you barely even blink at her sour expression. the bitterness fades as she meets your eyes- your eyes, a shade of unnatural violet that makes her feeling sink.

▸ "i really thought you'd be more happy to see me." you remarked, a small teasing grin forming on your lips. your tone almost feels mocking. "didn't you miss me, roxy?"

more hcs under the cut !!

she knew she shouldn't have let you go, never let you do it alone- but she did, and you ended up infected because of her. she failed to protect you. the feeling ate away at her. roxanne would not let this go- she'll remain restless until she can finally save you from what you've become. vanessa will have to pay.

SUN headcanons:

▸ sun doesn't even really say anything when you initially bring it up.

▸ he didn't seem disinterested per se, just... anxious. so terribly anxious, that he took every opportunity to avoid talking about vanessa's suspicious behaviour. sun, instead changed the topic everytime you brought it up or drew attention to other things on your mind, distracting you from vanessa . and man, was he good at that

▸ still, your persistence isn't in vain. in the occassions where you managed to keep your head on straight despite his clear reluctance to make conversation around this topic, you realized that he knew more than he let on. you suspect he didn't have the full story, but he sure didn't want you to go looking for that either.

▸"curiousity killed the cat, you know!- and ah, what a shame,, poor cat,,, it'd really be best not to poke around in other's business." he said, with that static smile of his, which did not fit his slightly-serious-than-usual tone. "aw, don't give me that look, friend- you know it's for your own good." he patted your head with a grin, "you trust me, don't you?"

▸ as much as your trusted sun, you knew he didn't want to help. he would never help if he thought he was marching you straight to your doom. you went alone instead, and when you suddenly dissapear, he assumed the worst. surely, you were out there somewhere discovering a truth much too heavy, somebody must've hurt you, something must've happened- you ended up gone for two weeks.

▸ in those two weeks, the daycare remained open, and it took every bit of his energy to carry on like normal. with you gone at the end of the day, sun was alone. terribly, utterly, alone. it took a huge toll on him, yet still he waited for you. like you'd go through the doors of the daycare any minute.

▸ and then, to his utter delight, you returned. he's overjoyed, estatic, of course he is- and upon hearing that you were back, waited with a smile at the end of every day nearby the doors. this was not without complications, though.

the few human employees who had also worked in the pizzaplex had caught up to the daycare attendant's peculiar behaviour in the last few days- he wasn't less efficient, just... off putting. they had brought it up to management, and it was determined that the daycare would be closed temporarily as they scheduled for the animatronic's software to be checked on by a company expert.

the daycare being officially closed until further notice was an issue for sun, who had really hoped to see you once more, and his reluctance to leave the daycare (even when not working) made it feel even more impossible. and yet, one day you walked through those doors just liked he had hoped you would.

▸ he didn't even question how you unlocked it. the minute you stepped foot into the place, you were swept off your feet, greeted with a big hug as he spun around, clutching you in his arms. perhaps it was a bit much, he assumed, as you pushed him away and struggled out of the embrace. a million apologies are given to you , and he was back to fretting over you. as his hand is cupped your cheek, tilting your head up to meet his gaze, the strange purple colour of your irises catches his eye.

▸ it's an understatement to say he panics. this is beyond what he had expected- and it was all his fault- if he had taken care of you better, if he just took the time to watch your every move, never let you out of his sight- he could've prevented this. but he didn't. sun felt the awful, harrowing guilt, of knowing he had failed someone dear

▸ unsure of what do do or to say, he tries to question you, asking you a million questions of what happened, if you're hurt, what you can recall, how he can help- but immediately freezes as you laugh, smiling at him with an unfamiliar and sickly amused grin. it confuses him and honestly probably scares the hell outta him

this awful guilt, the pain of knowing he could've almost completely lost you- he knows he can't handle this alone. he can't get you back by himself. desperate times, desperate measures. it isn't too late.

he knows he can't save you. but there is a certain someone who can. his grip is firm, but careful as he drags you along by your wrist, over to the light switch.

you watched this, lethargically. he wouldn't ever do this. surely sun wasn't going to- he would never dare- you were certain he wouldn't.

the lights go off with a resounding click.

MOON headcanons:

▸ the minute the lights go out, you watched in disbelief as the face plate spins, sunbeams retracting into the head. staring at you are two pricks of light in the darkness. sun never turned off the lights on his own accord. this was a first. now, moon holds onto you.

▸ it's grip tightened as you struggle. moon was much stronger than he lets on and it's proven as you are hoisted over his shoulder and held securely in place. he was not letting you out of his sight- not after this, and not right now. giving you any opportunity to escape would be stupid.

▸ it didn't matter if you squirmed, or thrashed, or threatened him. you put this poor animatronic through hell as he held onto you, ensuring that there was no opportunity to run. he carried you around in the dark silence of the pizzaplex without much complaining

▸ moon didn't want to talk. didn't even want to scold virus-infected you, as you kicked and clawed at his metal body (with little to no damage actually being done- maybe a couple of dents). truth was, it felt just as guilty and awful as sun, seeing you like this. his determination to get you back to normal outweighed the sinking feeling of potentially losing you. now wasn't the time for remorse.

▸ mm. well. maybe he did a little scolding. it's very passive aggressive, and more out of exhaustion as you refused to cooperate with him. occasionally, your extra stubborness forced him to rear his gaze to you to shush you, head turning more than a human head could, face with red pupils and strange, unfitting smile- sometimes you did end up going silent- to his relief.

▸ the silence is not long lived.

"where are we even going? you got a plan or somethin'?" you asked, tauntingly. "think you've got this all worked out, don't you?"

"yes." moon's cold, metal arms shifted as he spoke, accommodating your squirming.

this earned a huff from you, but quieted your voice. why you ceased thrashing around was confusing- but still no reactions came from him him. the silence was deafening.

"...you will be fixed. just wait." moon's voice was tense. with the tone, you could guess it talking more to itself than you.

▸ he knew the words from your mouth weren't really coming from you- that the virus really took a toll on you and heavily altered your personality- but he couldn't help but feel frustrated. of course, he didn't take his anger out on you. it wasn't your fault that the virus acted like this. still, that didn't stop the apparent agitation in him.

▸ it didn't matter how long the search for vanessa or a cure to the virus takes. moon literally brought you everywhere he went. after being infected, you never left it's sight. the daycare being closed for the following days until sun's maintenance was somewhat of a blessing in disguise. he got sun to do watch over you the same way too, keeping you within arms reach until they sort out how to get the virus out of your body.

▸ on the rare occasions on which moon went out doing whatever they deem necessary to save you- you ended up locked in his room. of course, it's plenty comfortable, and sun and moon ensure to take the propers steps to care of you- and yet it certainly doesn't stop you from erratically tearing the place apart and trying to leave. the virus didn't only change your personality and mannerisms- it clouded your reasonable thinking. you didn't know how unwell you had become.

▸ and then one day, you found yourself groggily waking up on a makeshift bed of daycare pillows in sun and moon's cluttered room.

your memory is a blur as your mind attempted to recount all that happened. moon's face hovers inches above yours, watching you wake. you push him away, startled- only to laugh nervously, asking what had happened.

none of it felt real, as he tried to explain. it was just like floating through a hazy feverish dream. for so long- too long- you were in the backseat of your mind as someone else took the wheel.

before you can apologize for your recklessness, or for all the trouble caused, moon pulls you into a sudden embrace, burying his metal faceplate into your shoulder. your heart sinks. he seemed to want to say anything. all you could hear was a faint "...sorry."

how stupid to know he still blamed himself.

it's your turn to say sorry, holding onto him and trembling softly as you try to express your regret. you put yourself in danger and sun and moon had to clean up your mess. it only brushes your apologies off. seemed like he was just happy to have you back.

there's a long pause, before he springs the question on you.

"are you going to leave?.."

of course. he still needed to know if you wanted to stay with him and sun. after all you discovered about the place you resided in, the place where they were bound to- you had every reason to leave if you wanted.

you know it will never be the same. nothing about this place will ever even feel the same. so, slowly, you pulled away, taking his hands in yours.

"...i want to stay." moon stares at you unblinkingly, as you slowly form the words. "who knows- maybe we can make this place better. if we can't- let's runaway and never look back. we'd be like- undercover and on the run! or.. something... doesn't that sound,, exciting?"

the weak smile on your face makes moon's demeanor change instantly. you were back. in that instant, it seemed that he was too, being quick to retort on your suggestion of being on the run.

"you've had too much excitement."

"...mm well, i liked the parts where you carried me everywhere."

moon frees one of his hands, playfully flicking your forehead. "don't expect it to be a regular thing."

you laugh, and for a second, it feels like everything could go back to normal, in spite of what you've just uncovered. "glad to have your usual attitude back, moon."

"...welcome back to you too."

[kaijuthespacemaniraptorian]

The Space Wanderers

Chapter 1 The Violet God!

Through out the vast empty void of space a shooting star approaches a planet that resembles mars but with flora and a higher gravity, a Galactium is approaching a 10 ft tall and 30 ft long leviathan like creature with a starfish like tail and massive crustacean like arms named Crustarus!

Crustarus finally lands onto this strange planet and wanders around the environment!

Crustarus; this world looks interesting, i wouldn't mind resting here after years of space travel!

He soon floats and flies around in search of shelter to rest and even caught some fish like creatures to eat and as soon as he finds a massive cave he starts feeding on the fish he caught releasing his long tongue grabbing one of them and swallowing it whole and after a good meal he starts to take a nap in the cave!

After a few hours of sleep he heard noises in the left side of the forest, he woke up and sees some light in the distance.

Crustarus; are those fire torches?

He starts to go where the light is and sees a tribe of starfish like intelligent race with 5 digits on each limbs and 8 eyes around their mouths in the center of their bodies seemingly preparing a ritual for something.

Crustarus keeps watching them seemingly interested in these weird sapient life forms, hes very curious on their culture and what they are doing,

Suddenly one of them noticed Crustarus and alerted its people that theres a threat by letting out a distress call and all of them prepare their weapons

Crustarus; this is not what i would expect to happen this day!

they all charge towards him before Crustarus then reveals himself out and intimidates them rearing up with his massive arms out and his mouth begins to glow aswell as his pincers and tail and shoots an energy breath on the ground to make them back away and roars.

The starfish like sapient aliens backs off scared on what this thing even is, one of them even died due to the breath attack revealing to be extremely toxic which shocks them, they are also shocked on how Crustarus's tail looks alot like their limbs, they then start to bow down to him praying to not be killed!

Crustarus; what are they doing?

Crustarus stands there confused on why they are seemingly worshipping him, but he didnt feel like staying there so he starts floating and leaves them alone as they watch him fly away like a shooting star!

Crustarus; what a bizarre adventure, hopefully i can find a better place to rest!

He flies off to space in search of a better place to rest and hope that theres nothing that can interrupt him!

Back in the planet the Starfish like aliens have made a statue of Crustarus's image and starting worshipping him as The Violet God!

THE END!

This is going to be a fun little series where i make short stories about sapient extraterrestrial spacefairing creatures that explores solar systems and sometimes interacts with other intelligent life from other planets!

hopefully this will be a fun and enjoyable experience! :>

[project-marigold]

"I have no memory", is all the evidence against you not enought to rejog your memory??

two seconds later, admits to it. I thought you had 'no memory'. but it's the fact he's acting like he had changed since his initial start on Tumblr (which he hadn't)

his weird fetishism of non-white people ft the gaslighting. how can you not be talking to minors anymore when your entire following is minors?? and the reason it was a problem that he was interacting with them is because he was making it inappropriate!!

there is a difference between a healthy friendship or familial type bond and what he was doing.

I just know that as someone the same age as him, I wouldn't have said those things to kids and I don't see how he could attempt to even justify it.

You worded it perfectly. I know adults on here who get uncomfortable themselves when they’re talking to someone younger—that’s the way it should be. Violet can’t seem to grasp that

He tried to make it seem like he changed, but as you said, he didn’t. I think all the people who contributed to the document can attest to that

[stepswowdsen]

【Magi】 JuAli x Unfriendly Hater by Meddmia: Rambles 🖤❤️💛

HI GUESS WHO FOUND THE PERFECT JUALI SONG 🖤❤️💛

IT FITS THEM PERFECTLY RIGHT DOWN TO THE LYRICS VIBES AND EXPRESSIONS RAHHHHH

OVER THE MOON ABOUT THIS

I HAVE AMAZING SONG PICKS

Unfriendly Hater (ft. Hatsune Miku & KAFU)

Ok so I was like "Think Sen you can find more JuAli core songs"

I FOUND THE PERFECT SONG

Unfriendly Hater by Meddmia (ft. Hatsune Miku & KAFU)

I'll show the original MV here.

Unfriendly Hater Fan-cover by abboii (ft. Kagamine Len & Fukase)

My favourite fan-cover! I think this one fits them perfectly

Unfriendly Hater English Translation by KEL! (With Edits by Violet)

Sen's Ships x Vocaloid & J-Pop Songs

I'll be adding this to my song list for LimGuda, IdaTatsu, XanLena, JuAli, and KuroEne~

My previous Tumblr post:

I made a post about my song picks for my fave ships recently here!

Lyrics

Intro Rambles

I found the cute lighthearted rivalry/competitive song I wanted~~ I also like how there's hints of warmth and companionship throughout the MV that fits them well too

MY BELOVED JUALI WAHHHHHH

Y'ALL I JUST REMEMBERED THE PERFECT JUALI SONG

HOW DID I FORGET ABOUT UNFRIENDLY HATER

PERFECT JUALI CORE SONG

Omfg I want to do a JuAli fan-MV with Unfriendly Hater one day. SO BADLY.

OH MY GOD HELLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

I HIGHLY ENCOURAGE TO WATCH THE MV IF YOU’RE CURIOUS... LIKE YOU WOULD BE SHOCKED HOW WELL IT FITS.

IT'S PERFECT FOR THEM ACTUALLY RAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

Might do a few crossover doodles soon for now

If I was making an MV with them, I wouldn't put it in a modern AU though, I would put it in canon-verse.

This time I'll tag this cuz I do ramble about JuAli and my ideas for them under the cut.

My rambles will be under the cut!

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GOD THE CHARACTERS' EXPRESSIONS IN THE MV MATCH THEIR EXPRESSION RANGES TOO, HELLO???

This is basically how their canon interactions go! /lh

Even the black haired character's expressions in the MV matches Judar's expression range. Also the pink haired character matches Alibaba's expression range too

Ofc modern AUs are still fun to do on the side but I prefer working with canon-verse AU settings.

Omfg modern AU Judar would totally be a delinquent kid tho

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I also love Dyalexa's Unfriendly Hater fan-MV with Ruikasa (ProSeka). I'm Polysho 🥰💞 I ship all members of WxS (Wonderlands x Showtime) with each other. Really strong lining style and super fluid MVs. Dyalexa's fan MVs are so well made.

I was going through my playlist. I love this fan-cover of Unfriendly Hater (ft. Kagamine Len & Fukase) by abboii. Their voices sound so good together. Len and Fukase duets rule. The Yellow and Red themed Vocaloids work well for them

I prefer the fan-covers over the original. The OG is good too, but I think Fukase and Len's voices are much stronger here and have more grit, and fits the tone of the song more. Love the tuning and mixing in this. Great job to abboii

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F: Oh my god I’m crying why do the MV charas lowkey kinda look like them as well 😭Just change the hair and colours a bit lmao

Me: Right with the black haired spikes and the pink haired charas’ softer round hairstyle???

IT HONESTLY HELPED SOLIDIFY THE JUALI MV THAT I IMAGINED IN MY HEAD BECAUSE OF THAT TOO

Yeah like the black haired chracter fits Judar’s carefree and smug arrogant uncaring personality. And Alibaba totally fits as the more patient character who gets fed up with his antics and chides him for it

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A: Wooma art 🤤

Me: WOOMA's art style is so expressive omfg

WOOMA is really good at drawing sharp eyes and expressions. Love the way WOOMA draws eyes and teeth. They're so striking and feral looking

JuAli x Unfriendly Hater: Rambles

In terms of how I’d depict this with JuAli

Since I’m not depicting it in a modern AU, I would make the scene with the black haired delinquent running in the hall way instead a scene where Judar flies around on his staff and then, when he lands and gets off his staff, he just carelessly steps on the flowers in the Kou Empire’s gardens (in the same place where Kougyoku and Alibaba would spend time together making flower crowns and tend to the flowers), and Alibaba chides him for stepping on Kougyoku’s flowers

And Judar just sticks his tongue out at him.

Judar: BLEHHH~ (>:P)

Also so interesting as well cuz in the fan-cover, OP makes Fukase (red) sing the black-haired delinquent’s parts, and makes Len (yellow) sing the pink-haired “diligent, earnest” yakuza’s parts

Alibaba is very patient but increasingly gets fed up with Judar’s selfish stuck up personality

Judar lets out an exasperated sigh at Alibaba for chiding/scolding him

Judar: This guy is so persistent, it’s annoying!

In the 1st chorus where the two characters both try to get a leg up on each other, I would depict Judar teasing/poking fun at Alibaba for their height difference and pulling on his ahoge (hair cowlick), like pulling on weeds.

Like I would draw it very similar to the Magi omake where Judar rests his head on Alibaba’s hair while pulling on his hair spike (cowlick). SO CUTE…

Pre-2nd chorus, Alibaba fusses over Judar’s clothes (perhaps Judar’s hanfu is loosely tied so it’s slipping off his shoulders/skin and Alibaba gets flustered. And maybe also the ties around the wrap around skirt are loosely done as well)

Alibaba: Can’t you fix your clothes so that you don’t go walking around like that???

Judar: You didn't have any problems with it before~ Is a certain someone actually getting embarrassed at showing a bit of skin? PFFT—

Alibaba: Shut it!!!

Also I would still draw them in my HC designs where Judar wears traditional Chinese clothing and Alibaba has tan skin and wears traditional Arabic clothing

THIS IS SO WHDHSHSDHSH

JUDAR BEING SO CLOSE AND RESTING HIS FACE ON ALIBABA’S HAIR WHILE PULLING ON HIS HAIR SPIKE IS SO CUTE LMAO. HE HAS NO SENSE OF PERSONAL SPACE WHATSOEVER… WHAT ARE YOU SO CLOSE FOR?

After the 2nd chorus, in the segment where it shows the two characters being childhood friends, I think I would depict a scene of their first meeting, then transition to their meeting on the Dark Continent with Judar and haniwa (clay doll) Alibaba.

Magi: Ch. 45

Magi: Ch. 266

And then pre-3rd chorus, the black haired delinquent character calls the other one "Your highness" sarcastically which honestly fits so well with the two of them.

Pre-3rd chorus, I imagined a scene where Alibaba is so occupied with chasing after Judar that he also accidentally steps on Kougyoku’s flowers, and Judar laughs at him and teases him for breaking his own “rules” and doing the exact same thing that he was scolding him for.

Also I just realized that pre-1st chorus, the pink haired character goes like, "Wait wait, hold on, listen to me! I’m telling you to stop flouting discipline!"

And then pre-3rd chorus, the black haired character repeats the same line, "Wait wait, hold on, listen to me! Have you blown your top or something?"

Repeating the same line -> Remembers his words from before and uses it teasingly

Judar laughing and snickering at Alibaba teasingly is so cute...

And Alibaba chases after Judar in good fun. Teehee 🥰💞

This song is so cute cuz despite the bickering it still shows the characters having a sense of warmth and companionship, with them smiling as they argue, which I think fits them well...

Magi: Volume 20 - JuAli Omake

For context:

Me: HAVE Y'ALL SEEN THIS LIKE WDHSHDSH

(Not my photos)

I'd have to go look at the JP scans later for the full image

WAIT THIS VOL. 20 JUALI OMAKE IS SO CUTE WAHHHH

C: Dysfunctional husbands

Me: MY JUALI CRUMBS

Also Sinbad at the end lmfao 😭

I always headcanoned that Judar would play with Alibaba's hair spike tbh... I imagined he'd have fun twirling it but him pulling on it totally makes sense for him too

C: And now. It is canon.

Ahh I see!

Me: Also Judar this mf has no idea of the concept of personal space

This guy has no idea what personal space is

HE'S SO CLOSE FOR NO REASON SKKSKSKK

HE’S LITERALLY LYING HIS HEAD ON HIS HAIR

C: HE IS A CAT

Hakuryu literally giving handling instructions of Judar

C: HHHH

R: Yunan 😭

Me: GHHGHGH YUNAN'S DIALOGUE CRYING

Me: Judar using Alibaba as a shield crying lmaoooo

And him pulling on his hair spike like pulling on weeds 😭

And him probably lifting it higher intentionally. THIS GUY

Judar going like “I have to get the idiot?” KSKSKSKSK

C: HHHH

C: All of this valid

The entire crew seems to get along great and have such fun interactions tbh lol

Me: Also yeah! They're all very fun and endearing and cute

Me: Actually, in the JP version, it seems more like he's saying that getting the “idiot king” (バカ殿, baka tono) would've been good, referring to Sinbad.

(Fixed up the TL, first one is more liberal and second is more literal)

Judar: It would've been better if I got the idiot king—

Judar: Getting the idiot king would’ve been good—

ジュダル：ばかとのがいいーーっ

(Judaru: Baka tono ga ii——)

C: OMG YEAH. DYSFUNCTIONAL HUSBANDS...

Me: Judar pulling on Alibaba's hair spike is just like pulling weeds out of the grass :)

Threateningly (/lh) but most likely playfully!

C: LMAO

Me: LMFAO YEAH JUDAR IS A CAT.

Hakuryuu literally giving Alibaba instructions on how to handle Judar 😭

C: Cat care sheet

Me: JuAli crumbs... Judar what are you so close for!

C: He just latches onto him

Me:

Judar: (—> Not sorry in the slightest)

C: YEAH LOL

Me: LMAOOO YEAH. Cat cot up in your personal space with no sense of the idea of personal space

(Magi: Ch. 266)

Me: I remember I was scrolling the JuAli tag on Twt and I saw a JP fan who talked about how they liked that "JuAli are so incompatible (in terms of their personalities) that they're drawn to each other."

Though, I feel like that's more HoroRen (SK) than JuAli. Cuz I think they're very compatible with each other. Rather than that, I see it more like… That they’re prone to clash, but their personalities mesh very well together.

As Lumen said, I love this panel sm cuz it’s always AliHaku, and Aladdin and Judar, who are put against each other in terms of the narrative, but Ch. 266’s panel shows that JuAli and Aladdin and Hakuryuu are the true opposites in terms of their personalities and motives/goals/ideals.

And I agree! That’s what's what causes them (JuAli) to clash sm, but also draws them to each other (re: Judar's inner curiosity towards Alibaba on the Dark Continent)

I also really love this panel cuz it shows that Judar recognizes that Alibaba has qualities that draw others to him, but just can't seem to understand why. Jaqui said that shows an inner curiosity and desire to know more. Which I agree with.

Me: Sinbad at the end help 😭😂

R: I'm Sinbad

Me: Also I'm confused af because Lumen said there are volume omakes at the end but I haven't seen them at all for the fan-TL on MD (MangaDex)

C: Valid!!

C: Cursed! Could be the MangaDex ones are scanned from the magazine releases of invidual chapters?

Me: I think MD has the EN fan-TL (magazine release) while Bato has the official TL by Viz (volume versions) that includes the omakes

Yeah I think the omakes are additional supplement papers (which are usually released with volumes)

C: CURSED

Me: I think people on Tunglr compiled them though, so most of them are fan-translated. So they're at least easy to find, but HHH.

I forgot who translated this one though… I swear I saved it off Tumblr?

Iirc @/youdontknowthings and @/arashidono fan-translated most Magi omakes. But I'll have to check again and read them all after

C: Aaaa I seee

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Me: Ok so I just tried looking for the Magi: Vol. 20 - Nininbaori Tournament Omake and it's not in Vol. 20's extras??? Like I just checked right now.

So it must've come as an exclusive paper with Shounen Sunday Shop's Vol. 20 release in physical stores in Japan

DAWGGG WHY WASN'T IT INCLUDED IN THE VOLUME VERSION??? NOW I HAVE TO HUNT FOR IT MYSELF SO THAT I CAN GET MY HANDS ON IT

Ok let's see what I can do about this... I want that JuAli in HD and not in super low quality, so I just searched secondhand stores reselling it and bought it rn.

I'm waiting for it to get confirmed so it can get sent to me. Hope I can get my hands on it 🙏

I really want to get it so that I can scan it in HD. If it's JuAli related I MUST have my hands on it.

I've already collected a bunch of JuAli's old doujinshi from EA/JP creators back then.