#(mob character spell)

[musubiki]

tiny limochi appriciation

[himasgod]

can you maybe do a fic about any of the overblot characters turning to a frog and having to have true loves kiss to get back to normal please and thank you

OVERBLOTS X READER

Where they turn into frogs and you, their true love, have to kiss them.

“Unacceptable! Utterly unacceptable!!”

The tiny red frog paced back and forth across your desk, sputtering in fury, his tiny webbed feet making the smallest pat-pat-pat sounds.

You bit your lip trying not to laugh.

“Riddle, calm down—”

“Do not tell me to calm down! I’ve been turned into a frog! A frog! This is a disgrace to Heartslabyul, a violation of school policy, and I demand a formal apology from that imbecile who—!”

You reached out and gently scooped him up before he worked himself into a meltdown.

“...Put me down.”

“You’re going to pop a vessel, and I’m not dealing with frog Riddle and internal bleeding.”

He huffed, cheeks puffing out — which didn’t help his image.

“Professor Trein said the curse can only be broken by a true love’s kiss.”

Y“You… think I’m your—?”

He flushed from neck to forehead (or whatever frogs have).

“I’m not saying that! But… the spell reacted when you held me. I-it warmed slightly. It must mean something.”

“So… do you want me to try?”

“Only if you want to. It would be... appreciated.”

You pressed a soft kiss to his head — and the next moment, you were nearly bowled over by a very flustered Riddle, kneeling on the floor.

“I—I’m back?” He patted himself frantically. “My hands—my hair—! Thank the Queen!”

“Nice to see you again, Riddle.”

He glanced at you and cleared his throat.

“Ahem. This… this doesn’t excuse public displays of affection without permission, but… I suppose I’ll allow it. Just this once.”

“So I’m allowed to kiss you now?”

He turned red again.“Y-you already did. Don’t push your luck!”

“I find this form oddly peaceful,” the frog says in that same deep tone.

You look up to the roof of Ramshackle, where Frog Malleus sits like a green gargoyle (LIKE BATMAN BRO)

“You’re… surprisingly calm about this.”

“In my long life, I have transformed into many things—dragon, mist. This is merely a new shape. Though I must admit, the lack of horns is somewhat tragic.”

“Lilia says it can only be undone with a true love’s kiss.”

His bright green eyes meet yours.

“…Then allow me to make a humble request.”

“You want me to—?”

“I would entrust my form, my life, and my curse to you alone.”

Your heart flutters like a hummingbird. You reach up and kiss his head.

When it fades, Malleus stands before you—tall, regal, radiant.

“I knew it,” he says, lips curling into a soft smile. “It was you.”

You glance away, flushed.

“You’re really okay with me being your… uh… ‘true love’?”

He steps closer.

“You already were. Long before this spell.”

You open your closet and find a bright green frog sulking on a pile of hoodies.

“Idia… you’ve been hiding in here for three days.”

A croaky sigh.

“Don’t look at me. I’ve become one of the background mobs. No… worse. I’m the tutorial boss.”

You stifle a laugh.

“Ortho said only true love’s kiss will break the curse.”

“Ugh, man. Cringe. That’s such a normie mechanic. What is this, some knockoff otome game from the App Store?”

“Idia. You’re literally living in my hoodie drawer.”

“If I croak, delete my browser history. But not the bookmarks. Some of them are important.”

“Do you want to be cured or not?”

“…If it has to be anyone, I’m… okay with it being you. But don’t laugh, okay?”

You gently kiss him. Idia is human again — hair ablaze in blue flames, sitting on the floor in your hoodie.

“You… you kissed me. That was, like, a cutscene moment. Did you see that sparkle effect??”

“Maybe we got the good ending.”

“I am going to SUE whoever enchanted that bottle.”

You stare into a porcelain teacup where Frog Azul is sitting, glaring indignantly.

“You turned into a frog in the middle of the Lounge, Azul.”

“In front of customers, no less! Floyd’s been threatening to toss me in the fryer all morning.”

“Jade said the only way to undo it is with—”

“—Do not say it. I already know. And I hate it.”

“But it’s—”

“True love’s kiss, yes, yes. What a cheap fairytale mechanic. There should be an antidote. I should have an antidote. I sell antidotes!”

“So what’s stopping you?”

He goes quiet.

“…You do want it to be me, don’t you?”

He makes a tiny, deflated ribbit.

“You just had to say so.”

You lean down and kiss him gently and a moment later, Azul is back, flustered and drenched.

“Note to self,” he mutters, adjusting his glasses.

“Burn that perfume recipe. And draft a new contract with… specific kissing clauses.”

“So I am your true love?”

He blushes down to his collar.

“well—technically—yes—but let’s keep this strictly off the record!”

“You have got to be kidding me.”

You stared at the small frog sitting on your desk. The frog crossed its little arms (legs?) and let out an exasperated sigh.

“It’s not my fault! Azul's experimental potion exploded, and this is what I get for dodging it too late.”

“You’re a frog, Jamil.”

“Thank you for the observation, my savior,” he deadpanned.

“Now hurry up and kiss me so I can get back to normal before Kalim finds out and tries it himself.”

Your face twisted in horror.

“You want me to kiss a frog?!”

“Do you want me to stay like this and croak around the school forever? Besides, it’s not like you’d be kissing any frog. It’s me. I know it’s not ideal, but you’re my—”

You interrupted, cheeks warm.

“I’m your...?”

He looked away, small arms crossed.

“...My best chance at breaking this curse. Obviously.”

“…You could’ve just said ‘true love’ instead of dancing around it.”

“I’m not dancing around anything. You’re the one making this weird.”

Despite the ridiculousness of the situation, your heart thumped a little harder. You hesitated, leaned down, and—

“Do not tell anyone about this after I turn back,”

You pressed a quick kiss. A second later, a very flustered, very human Jamil stood before you — eyes wide, lips parted, face red.

“I cannot believe that worked,”

He groaned, dragging a hand down his face.

“I’m going to kill Azul…”

You looked at him smirking.

“But hey... true love’s kiss, huh?”

“Don’t make me regret this,” he mumbled—but his eyes lingered on your lips little longer.

You stared down at the most perfect frog you’d ever seen.

Velvety green, regal posture, and an expression of pure judgment in those little violet eyes.

“This is... humiliating,” the frog croaked — and yes, that was Vil Schoenheit’s voice.

You choked back a laugh.

“You actually still sound graceful. Impressive.”

“This is not the time for jokes, sweet potato. I was merely trimming a rose stem when that clumsy oaf Epel tripped into the cauldron. Now look at me. My skin is... green. Green!”

“Well, at least it’s glowing,”

“The only way to undo this is a kiss, and Rook has already tried to volunteer. I had to hop away in terror. You’re my only hope, darling.”

You knelt down beside him.

“So… ‘true love’s kiss’ actually works?”

“Rook thinks the potion was modeled after an old fable. He also said you’re the ‘fairest in Vil’s eyes.’ And honestly? I’m inclined to agree.”

“Wait… are you saying you—?”

“I don’t say anything I don’t mean,” he interrupted.

“Now. Kiss me. Preferably before I croak... in the literal sense.”

Suppressing the heat rushing to your face, you gently leaned in and gave him a quick kiss.

Vil returned — golden-haired, poised, a hand already brushing nonexistent dirt from his shoulder.

“Thank the stars. My complexion is intact.“Though I must admit... for a kiss with a frog, it was surprisingly romantic.”

“You planned this, didn’t you?”

“If I did, would you be mad?”

The frog lay sprawled out in your pencil case. You stared at him, unimpressed.

“You’ve been like this for three days and haven’t moved except to complain.”

Leona lifted a webbed foot.

“I’m royalty. I don’t do peasant things like hopping.”

“You’re literally a frog.”

“Tch. And I’d be a prince again by now if you’d just kiss me already.”

“Excuse me?”

“It’s the whole ‘true love’s kiss’ cliché. Apparently I’m cursed. Just my luck. I’m not letting just anyone smooch me. So c’mon. Be a sport.”

“Why me?”

“Because you’re the only one I’d willingly let get that close. Don’t act surprised.”

You narrowed your eyes. “How do I know this isn’t a trick?”

“Does this look like a prank? Do you think I like being this size? I’m living in a lunchbox, herbivore.”

Despite everything, he looked ridiculously smug for a frog.

You sighed and leaned down. “If this doesn’t work, I’m feeding you to Grim.”

Leona snorted.

“Just kiss me already.”

You kissed him, and your frog vanished — replaced by a lounging Leona, now human.

He grinned lazily.

“Knew you’d go for it.”

“Don’t flatter yourself—!”

He smirked. “Too late. You already kissed me. That makes you my lover now, right?”

You threw a pillow at him.

[xesnox]

(Post fall) Ancient builder x Illager toxic old man yaoi when

WIP, was planning on doing a ref for every human race but a mutual of mine practically begged me to post these two on their own so you’re probably gonna see this image again. Colors are not yet where I want them to be so I’ll definitely go over it a few more times.

I’d like to take this moment to point out that the way you summon allays in legends, where you play as an ancient builder, is pretty similar to the way evokers summon vexes.

Design / AU rant below cut, as always.

This one’s a little worse written than usual, I’m just rambling.

I practically have an infinite amount of Ancient builder designs because I draw them differently with every piece depending on how I’m feeling, but for this design I got more genuinely speculative and turned on my pattern recognition.

Steve and Alex are canonically 6’2, both of them, and all undead mobs seem to be the same height, if not taller than they are, so I made them average around 6’5. To add to that, all undead builder mobs either don’t have eyes or have solid coloured glowing ones, so I went with the latter.

Minecraft isn’t a stranger to making lifeforms appearances change drastically depending on circumstance, this render is of an Ancient builder post wither attack, around ancient city time, which meant I could adopt the idea the devs mentioned about villagers/illagers, of human skin turning desaturated if they stay out of the sun for long enough, which, if the single generation of Illagers already show signs of I bet the god knows how many decade long underground escapades of the builders probably hit ‘em hard with that trait.

I also for the longest time for some reason forgot cosmetics were very likely a thing, so they’ve got some protection spells and luck enchantments tattooed, both of them do. Doesn’t work very well, as one can probably guess. But they’re superstitious so it felt in character enough.

For the post wither attack Ancient builders I also tend to think of them as more frail, not only because they had no access to their former overworld food supplies and had to rely on the little stuff that did grow in complete lack of sunlight underground, which definitely wasn’t a lot, but also because beyond the military force that did seem to remain from the nether war (ancient city structure name: Barracks, disk 5 marching.) they definitely were no longer strong enough to properly defend themselves against the wither or the warden/mourner on their own accord.

And because they were cowards and skedaddled when the overworld was in danger AND got beat up by the piglin despite being the main kingdom in power which I just find really funny. So think tall and boney but hiding it under a lot of clothing layers to still appear strong. Definitely can’t put on armor anymore though, that back would snap like a twig.

When it comes to the robes I used some of my older armor template designs for reference, made them black and blue to fit the most well known ancient builder sprite as well as vaguely match the one of the evoker. Because, oh well, you caught me, I do believe the cargo cult theory. Got my own interpretation but I’ll leave it at that till the next bestiary entry.

I generally want the villagers to look more varied, and human, while the builders, both neo and ancient, look more unsettling, as if they’re clearly a person, but something just looks, or moves wrong. They’re too symmetrical. Too far removed from what once was flawed but sincerely their own.

A lot of villager beauty standards are inspired by medieval-renaissance era Europe, like for an example having a larger visible forehead and appearing more boxy in shape being seen as more visually appealing, I think despite the illagers trying to subvert that they do still live in a society, so having grown accustomed to it as children they probably still at-least somehow adhere to the beauty standards they know, whether consciously or not.

They perform similar experiments on themselves as the builders, they’re just ever so slightly worse at it, as they haven’t been doing it for as long, so it leaves marks like scarring or visible stitching, though I believe they wear these with pride.

There’s gonna be a dedicated post about them at some point, as I said so I don’t know how much of my design I want to pick apart for now, but I’ll just leave it at that for now.

Here’s some alternative versions.

[threepandas]

Bad End: Classic Deals

The answer was still "No", he still can't fuck me.

(But that won't stop him trying to persuade me. How long have we been in this limbo? How long until I give in?)

Overbearing cologne and cigar smoke seeps, like smog, into the room. Just as dirty and cloying as the chuckle that follows. It's a deep sound. Sleazy, masculine, and with a hint of growl. The drawling amusement of a man who knows he's the biggest threat in whatever room he stands in.

And enjoys it.

He's an absolute bastard. I hate him. I'm scared of him. He wasn't even the Demon that was supposed to show up. But? What's done is is done. And now I have to figure out a way to escape... somehow.

Because I Refuse.

Refuse! To let him eat me. In any sense of the word.

When I was... not so much "reincarnated", as that would require my memories be lost, but? I guess, Reborn? I found myself inside a story. It had just come out, before I died. So I never got to finish it. But I had seen play-throughs. Spoilers. Watched the trailers. I recognized everything, and realized what "role" as it were, someone wanted me to play. A frankly? Near psychotic, bully of a girl.

I refused. Utterly.

Not only because the Protagonist was, frankly? Just a child. But because the girl's end was a horrifying one. My character, dragged to hell. Tortured and tormented forever. Granted, they didn't call it hell. No, no, it was the "Shadow Dimensions". You know... where Demons come from. But, come on, it was clearly hell!

Instead? I trained. Ate my veggies. Did my homework. I went to fantasy church each Sunday, and dutifully prayed, to the fantasy Otome Gods. The very picture of a perfect child. Frankly? I aimed for obnoxiously so.

Just so I could get through the plot, then get the hell out of dodge.

But then? THEN? The Protagonist crashed into my life. And made me a horror story. Suddenly I was pushing innocent girls down stairs and into ponds. Spreading rumors I'd never spoken. Taking things I'd never touched. Sending men to do unspeakable things, from which she must be saved. The monster in her fairytale. From which? Her knights must surely protect her.

I'd done none of it.

Had witnesses to prove that.

But what use was the words of my friends? When the sons of powerful houses were forming a mob? For Justice, of course. Because I was Evil, obviously. I deserved it, they howled. Terrified... I ran. My friends helping break out. Smuggling me as far as they could. We split up. Them, running to their parents for help, and me? Simply running.

All the while... wondering. Horrified. Did She? The original? Suffer the same? Was the Story equally so twisted? Distorted truths and inconveniences erased? Had... gods, had she ever even been the villian? I would never know.

None the less, I fled to the one place I knew the Protagonist couldn't enter. Not yet.

Her ancestors cursed Manor. Where the final act would reveal how our families intertwined. History repeating itself, etc etc. I couldn't remember. All I knew? Was that my character met a Demon there. Some secret romance-able. But if I could convince him first? Maybe... just maybe? I could protect myself from that psychopath in pink.

What I didn't count on? What I SHOULD have remembered? Was that spells depend on material, power, and payment. The difference between getting a cup of water and a lake? Can often be how much you sacrifice to get what you need. What chalk or ink you use. How much POWER you pour in to the spell.

I don't know what the Original did. But the materials were likely the same, given I found them there. High grade, if old. However...? However? I was panicked. Foolish. Did the one thing our magic instructors told us never to do. I Cast with emotion, instead of a clear head. Poured bucket of power into the spell, like a hemorrhaging wound. Did not prick my hand for mere drops of blood, no... no I dragged the blade shallow but long.

Spilling FAR to much. Paying FAR more then the Original ever dreamed too.

Would ever DARE.

Fear makes people stupid.

What answered? Was NOT who I expected. Who I expected. It was like the house, and everything in it, was suddenly under the crushing pressure of some great boot. Walls groaned. Pillars creaked ominously. Dust rained from the ceiling as windows popped and cracked. My back, forced to bow, under the mountainous pressure. Face pressed to the blood and ink stained floor. I could barely breathe.

Pressed to the filthy floor, it was like I was being ground into it, for my audacity. Even as space itself warped and imploded, into the shape of a man. A hole in reality. Emptiness, that stepped forward into being, as casually as others go for a strole. I could barely see... but... but...?

W-was...?

Was he wearing a fucking suit‽

Lazily, cigar smoke drifted through the air. Thick cologne commanded the room. A moment, as whatever I summoned considered, whether or not to humor me. Before just like that? The pressure released. Like a bubble popping or a joint, cracking backing into place. I gasped for air. Desperately filling my lungs. Light headed from my still bleeding arm.

Weakly, I dragged my fingers along the edges and muttered a healing spell. It wouldn't be pretty, but... fuck it. I had other concerns right now.

It was only when I looked up, managing to lever my self into a sitting position, that I realized I fucked up. Really, really, fucked up. Even as I watched, classic ram horn whisped away, clouding the demon's head in a mocking halo of smoke. His thick whip of a tail, lazily coiled back and forth, before passing once more behind his back, to seemingly disappear. Leaving only black tipped claws behind. Teeth, far too sharp.

An old school Demon.

One of the Classics, as they called them. Old, strong, and impossible to kill. Notorious. The so called kings of the Shadowlands. The came from the generations before the great Demon Wars. The ones that basically slaughtered the entire existent demonic population for about twenty or so generations. Classic Demons didn't have to rapid evolve to survive like the rest.

They were just too god damned powerful to kill.

Fuck.

The Demon's vaguely bored expression oozed into a deeply amused, wolfish grin. My horrified realization must have shown on my face. And, really, what was more amusing? To a Demon. Then that moment of terror and awe? Seeing them realize that you are the Big Nasty here? Ha ha... apparently, nothing.

"Well aren't you cute, bitty Meat? I could eat you right up." He drawled.

FUCK.

There... there was no way to fix this. I could reverse the summons... but that? That only works if he decides to go quietly. Normally, you can firmly enforce these sort of things, if they refuse to disperse, but... but-! Ha ha... oh fuck. There was no way in hell, my will could possibly win out. That I could force him through a metaphorical doorway. At best, I'd be letting him free as the summoning broke down.

Shit. Okay. S-Seal a Dea...?

No. That's an incredibly fucking stupid idea.

No one has ever, on record, survived making ANY deals with an Elder Demon. The Classics were both fucking vicious and effectively Demonic warlords! Bad idea. Very Bad Idea! But it's not like I can just wait him out. What's a few weeks to is effectively an immortal? Maybe I could...?

"Aaaw, bitty Meat. Are you... panicking? How cute." A claw tipped hand holding his cigar brings it up, to meanly grinning lips. To be trapped, like prey, between predator sharp teeth. Freeing his hand, even as the other never leaves its place, casually, arrogantly, tucked into his pants pocket. "Gotta say, it's not often I get such an adorable little meal."

"Certainly adds a bit of... spice to things~" he chuckled. A deep, curling sound. Like smoke in the lungs and terrible drunken mistakes.

Then? The horrifying. Holding my eyes with his. Smirk growing, wider and wider, as the terror set in and the reality of my situation unfolded, he casually... reached out. As though it was nothing at all. No spellwork, no barriers. No thousands of years of safety measures going up in smoke. As though the breaking of cardinal rules meant nothing, and it was as simple as a breeze.

He reached out. A Demon, before any Deal was struck, past every layer of containment and protections, to ever so lightly? With those lethal, empire ending claws... grip a few strands of hair, that had escaped my careful up-do. Hanging wild, in front of my face. His finger pinched the strands. Deadly. Just in front of my eyes. Close enough to nearly feel the heat of his skin. And..?

Yank!

Sharp points of pain on my scalp. A few stands of hair, plucked free.

I all but stop breathing. It was one thing, to be powerful enough, ancient and experienced enough, to shrug off an inexperienced Mage's restrictions. After all, I was no Demon summoner. Had never studied the dark arts or Forbidden ways. It was entirely possible my restrictions were mediocre. Complete shit. But...? But-! Even I‽ knew there were certain inalienable RULES. Enforced by Reality itself. For all intents and purposes, God.

He shouldn't be able to hurt me. Not directly.

No Deal had been made. I hadn't tried to send him back and failed, thus allowing him to break free during the "you are no longer needed" portion but before completing the "Now go home". The most he should be able to do? Is threaten my environment, mental state, or emotions. Indirect attacks. Not... not direct...

Desperately I look down at my work. Looking for where I fucked up. But... but there's nothing. How? S-So, HOW?! Any harm to me, should-!

Oh.

"Well look at you, itty bitty~! Figure it out so fast, did you? What a clever little Morsel. That's right~..."

He can tank it. Even returned a thousand fold. What mortally wounds a human? Inconveniences a Demon like him. He could be down right atomized and he'd walk it off. That... that's why there's so many warnings. To keep them from ever setting foot in the Human realm. Old school Demons are all but impossible to get rid off and... and the last one that got through? Nearly wiped out two seperate Holy Orders. Took five hundred years to send back.

Finally... I let myself cry.

God damn it. I.. I messed up. This is all so fucking messed up! I just... I just wanted to travel! Visit the coast with my friends. Cute little shops. Those flower fields I'd heard about. How... how the fuck did I-? Why did I have to..? What was the POINT of all this!? If I was just going to end up HERE!? Curling into myself. I sob. Fuck it all. I'm... I'm done. Enough! I can't anymore. E-Enough...

"Hmmm..." the worst mistake of my life says, humming like he's considering something. Grinding my spellwork to smears and ruin, beneath expensive boot leather. As he strolls past me to consider the room at large. Lazily circling me like a shark.

"You know... I think I recognize this wreck. Hmmm, oh yeah. Big tits, terrible attitude. Too many bows. She tried to play the damsel in distress card, like she wasn't just as guilty as the rest. Thought I burned this place down..."

"That bitch was a real arrogant piece of work. Some Saintess. Ha! I've met actual Demons more holy." My tears had faded, dispite myself. Curiosity dragging my attention to hang on every word. The actual, original, Tragedy At The Manor had never really been revealed. As far as I knew.

"So, let me guess," his voice as he circled behind me, was sneering as he spoke of the Protagonist. Like he'd stepped in something that been left to rot. "Greedy little shit, who wants more then she deserves, and was willing to take it from everyone else. No matter the cost. Because she is the victim. The pretty little princess, forever to be saved. And fuck whoever she has to destroy to get it."

I stare up at him with shocked, tear reddened eyes. Face a mess. Uncaring how pathetic I must look by now. Covered in dust, blood, and tears. Was... was the pink horror's behavior... fuckin genetic?! This had happened before!? Oh God.

Glancing down at me, the Demon's face shifts from annoyed disgust to amusement. Something curling through the expression I can not possibly hope read. Deeper. Darker. No longer just the surface flickers of passing fun. As though settling back on his heels, from where he had been balanced on the balls of his toes. Ever ready to move.

"Shit." He breathed out sharply through his nose, a near silent snort. Grin spreading like a beast baring its teeth. Eyes dancing with something I couldn't name. "A cute little snack... no, a sweet lil Treat~ and a fight? Happy fuckin birthday to me, huh? Don't I just get all the fun? Might even decide to keep you, sweet Treat. Make you a lil pet. We could make a Deal~"

"I eat you up, you get all you could ever dream off. It'll be great, itty bitty! Power, prestige. Wealth beyond your wildest dreams. Sex with the hottest fucking demon to ever live~ C'mon, Pet. Let me get a taste~"

"Promise I only bite a little."

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Sum of All 16

Warnings: non/dubcon, mentions of crime, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: mob!Steve Rogers

Part of the mob drabbles au

Summary: you are given an unexpected assignment.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

You hate that feeling. The world moves around you as you wade up from the depths, a dizziness spirals behind your eyes, and you twitch as your come to. You’re head hangs back as Steve carries your limp body through the halls, footsteps steady and set to course. 

You grunt and spasm as you lift your head, further disoriented by the motion. You grab onto his shoulder as you feel as if you’ll fall. His cheek dimples as he smirks and lets out an amused snort. 

“Morning--” 

You don’t let him finish as you flick his throat and wriggle around in his arms. He coughs and drops your legs as he cradles his neck. You spin away from his other arm and barrel away from him. You don’t know what you’re doing, or why, it’s a really stupid thing, but you’re not really in a place where you can stop and think right now. 

You pump your arms as your footsteps echo around you down the airy halls. Oh no, oh no, oh no. You’ve seen what Steve can do and you know he won’t hesitate, especially after you’ve given him a reason. 

Why did you do that? Really? Why? You can’t outrun him. Your lungs are already burning. 

You need to hide. Somewhere... 

You skid to a halt and grab onto the closest door handle. You lean into it and fall through, crashing into the floor. You crawl away and kick the door, breathless as you splay on the carpet. 

You push yourself up and listen for him. You move carefully to the wall beside the door, keeping the light off so as not to give away your hiding spot. You close your eyes and focus. 

He’s coming. You hear him. You don’t like that. His steps are calm and even. Your heart pounds in your chest. You cover your mouth to smother any squeaks that might slip out. 

As he passes the door, you lean into the wall, hoping to disappear into it. His sole scuffs and he stops a few feet away. You wait until you’re sure he’s at the end of the hall. You deflate and place your palms on the floor. 

Shit. What the heck are you going to do now? You shake your head as another spell threatens to override your consciousness. You blink and try to figure out where to go from here. He’s your ride. You don’t even really know where you are. 

You reach for your phone but it’s not tucked into your waistband. Shoot. You must have dropped it in the gazebo. You’re a chump! 

You stand by the door, listening, rapt for a single pin drop. You push down the handle and gently urge it inward. If you go in the opposite direction-- 

Before you can take one step out, you’re thrown back into the darkness. You hit something and it scrapes over the floor. The door slams as you roll onto your stomach and push yourself up on your elbows. Your ribs rack as you fight to get a breath. 

“You think I’m that stupid?” Steve snarls as he comes toward you. 

You feel around and crawl around the piece of furniture beside you. He follows you, calmly. He knows you have nowhere to go. Just like he said, he’s playing with you. 

“Pl-ease,” you gulp as you put a hand down only for it to be crushed. You squeal as he grounds his heel into your hand then steps over you. “Ow, Steve—I didn’t-- I---” 

“Shhhh,” he falls down to his knees and straddles you, knocking you back to your stomach. “Look, I don’t wanna be mean, sweetheart.” He runs his hands around your jaw and along your cheeks. He bunches your hair in his hands and bends over you. “I really wanna be nice with you.” He yanks on his fistful.  

You put your hand on his and whine, “I’m sorry I hurt--” 

“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” he quiets you. “Sweetheart, don’t make me be the bad guy.” 

You whimper as he drags his hands from your hair and down your back. He retreats along your body, his hands grazing your sides and hips. He grips you and lifts your ass high. You slap your hands on the floor as he puts you on your knees. 

“You can speak when you’re ready to beg,” he snarls as he tickles along your skirt and tugs up the hem. 

You wince and your eyes round as the darkness speckles around you. What is he doing? He pushes the fabric above your ass and hums. He covers your ass with his hands and spreads it. You squeak as you feel his warm breath on your thighs. 

He pushes his face against you, nuzzling into your panties as you gasp. Your legs quiver and your arms shake. You lean on your elbows as you try to pull away from him. He squeezes your hips and moves his head back and forth as if to burrow into you. He growls and it unfurls through your body. 

You squeal and reach back to push on his head. Hello! He can’t just do that. 

“Steve!” You squall. 

He hushes you and it sends a ripple down your thighs. You whimper as your fingers weave into his hair. Oh, oh, that shouldn’t feel good. 

He pushes his tongue against your panties and you feel the moisture seeping through. You squeeze your legs together as you try to deter him and blink at floor. Stay awake! For just this one time! 

He flutters his fingers up your leg and traces the trim of your panties. He pulls them aside and without meaning to, you pull him closer. He purrs and flicks his tongue down your cunt as he tilts his head. His beard tickles you and sends another shiver through you. 

He rocks you as he laps you up, sucking and groaning, the noises stirring in your core. You gasp and gulp as he hooks his hand under your stomach and keeps you close. He shifts his hand down to your skirt and slides under the top of your panties. He rolls his pinky over your clit as he pokes his tongue along your entrance. 

“I-- I---” you sputter, no longer foggy but fully awake and aware of every nerves storming inside of you. 

He lifts you off your knees and you whine, your hand slipping from his hair. You slam it down on the floor as he angles your hips above your head, pushing your legs over his shoulders as he continues to drink you in. As you hang upside down, keeping yourself aloft on bent arms, you warble with the brewing delight of his tending. 

He glides down to your clit and toys with it between his teeth. He sucks until the pressure swells and you grasp onto one of his thighs. You quake as you chuff out your orgasm, legs clamped around his head as you spasm. 

“St-e-eve,” you exclaim. 

He growls and chuckles before he draws away, the cool air grazing your hot cunt. He drags his hand up your back and taps your ass. 

“You still with me, sweetheart?” He rasps. 

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

dorm leader riddle vs cater

adfiblafyofayfa OKAY, before the first of the book 7 Heartslabyul updates comes out... I wanted to take a look at Cater's new SSR and compare it to Riddle's Dorm Uniform SSR (since many fans are speculating that Cater's card + dream will involve him being dorm leader).

Let's look at the initial card art for our two contenders! You can tell right away that the shots are framed very differently:

The camera is looking UP at Riddle (ie a worm's eye view), which conveys the subject with tons of power and presence. Riddle in a mainly white outfit adopts a very action-oriented pose too, stepping up on a platform (which makes him more intimidating + makes up for his short stature), granting his full attention, and pointing his scepter at you, as if delivering a verdict. You can see that he's being an active participant in the trial; Riddle has stepped down from his perch on high to make a big announcement.

The lighting is similar to a spotlight, casting Riddle as the “main character”. This is further supported by him being the ONLY character in the artwork. Even the rose petals scattered around just serve to indicate that Riddle commands this scene and the courtroom. Bro’s dominating every second you’re looking at the card.

Finally, as I'm sure many of you can recall, Riddle's Dorm Uniform SSR is known to be a very strong attacking card with three powerful fire spells. It suits his fiery personality and temper... how flames can quickly spiral out of control, taking down everything in its path along with it.

Cater, by comparison, is almost Riddle’s complete opposite. We look at Cater from above, which places him at a bird's eye view. It makes him appear demure and passive--and even his pose is relaxed, legs propped up on the judge's bench. Cater doesn't seem to be paying attention to the ongoing trial either. He has tooons of distractions around: his skateboard, his phone, and not to mention the full pizza, a soda, and a bottle of hot sauce out. Truly, living in excess… Notably, the pizza seems to be over up documents/a book which... um??? You think he might need to look up the rules and render a fair verdict?? But again, he's not really paying it any mind. It all definitely gives the impression that Cater is a way laxer leader than Riddle is. He has power, yes--but is he truly present and in the moment? Cater isn't even looking at the mob student, doesn't have the gavel in hand for a verdict.

The lighting in Cater's card is concentrated on one side of him. It's actually much darker overall in his composition than Riddle's, at least from a glance. I can't help but think that's intentional... especially considering that Cater himself isn't even fully lit, which fits in with how he has that cheery persona (the part exposed to the light/the public) while the more depressed persona (the part shrouded in the shadows/kept private) is hidden away. Gone are the rose petals too, even though those flowers are so synonymous with Heartslabyul itself. It's almost like the flowers don't want to (metaphorically) bloom for Cater, the false dorm leader. (You'd think someone as Magicam-oriented as him would want to aesthetically jazz up the courtroom, no?)

Cater’s outfit is also interestingly predominantly black instead of Riddle’s white (the latter of which is closer to the original Heartslabyul dorm uniform color). Riddle is following tradition laid out by his predecessors whereas Cater is setting a new standard with his black, which makes him really stand out from his peers. This denotes the “black and white”, “guilty and innocent” nature of the law, but could also represent how polar opposites his and Riddle’s ruling styles are. I think it’s also telling that Cater’s card has way more students in it yet Cater is the one who always feels alone as the Spectator of Diamonds. He may be “king” now, but in reality he is no different than one of the many mobs in the dark, waiting in the wings.

Now, Cater's spells are very interesting. His M1 and M2 are both water. Cooling, calming water--the opposite of Riddle, much like how Cater is the relaxed one whereas Riddle is very strict and stern. But then his M3 spell is cosmic/null. Why? I think it's because that water he puts up is his "front" (especially considering that water and emotions are associated with his star sign, Aquarius), and the cosmic/null represents how Cater truly is... that part of himself he doesn't share with anyone.

... Anyway, this analysis will all be very embarrassing if it turns out that Cater ISN'T the dorm leader in his dream :DD We shall see when the update drops!

[nitewrighter]

Snow White and the Fae Co-Op

Part 5: An Autonomous Collective

Previous Parts: 1, 2, 3, 4

Masterpost

Of course I know where we're going. Circling around the same block four times and threading through the park twice is part of it. Besides, I'm basically at the best part, which is me and the guys, obviously.

Well, I mean it's not the best part for Snow, because she's running for her life with no fucking idea where to go through a dark forest right now, she is having a bad time, but then the best part is when she meets me and the guys, so I'm going to take a quick aside here to talk about how our operation worked at the time.

Remember how I mentioned earlier that me and my guys kind of got compared to the mob? Well... there's a reason for that. See, there was a time when the balance between human and fae kingdoms was maintained by the possession and trade of magical objects...

...and people. Okay, yeah, but our team wasn't the ones stealing kids and replacing them with goblins. We didn't deal in the exchange of living things, which is why Snow's case was so exceptional for us, and also probably why it took so long for the Queen to find her when she started staying with us. God, I'm getting ahead of myself. My point is, we mined, manufactured, and traded in magical trinkets to help maintain this delicate balance. We weren't the ones who made the mirror, that's way the fuck out of our pay grade--but coins that always turn up heads, or a necklace that makes your fuck-ugly daughter the most eligible bachelorette in the county? That was our wheelhouse.

Let's just start with the team.

So basically the one in charge of everything was Seachnasaigh, the Púca. Tailypo-looking motherfucker, but he had a tongue of silver. He was our primary broker with the Fae Courts, you know, the Deep End. He secured the contracts, talked us out of trouble, kept us abreast of most of the goings-on between the two kingdoms so that we would know where there were demands in the market, and when to keep our heads the fuck down. And if we ever had a hard time crunch for a deadline, the shapeshifting also made him pretty useful in a mine, all things considered.

Then there was Grom Gruach--the Redcap. Mostly just known as 'Grom.' Best at stabbing. He was our security and muscle and helped maintain secure exchanges of goods... and as Seachnasaigh's right hand, kept the rest of us on task because he was pant-shittingly terrifying. Didn't use that muscle for the mine as much as you'd think, though.

The more specialized workforce was split between four gnomes. Dok was an architect and maintained structural integrity of the mine as we progressed further into the mountain, Psellus manned the heavier mining machinery and the cruder smithing work and refining, Appius was our main smith, and Pasha was our enchanter.

...and I guess here is where we get to me.

Don't fucking look at me like that.

"I was the stupid one who could wiggle his ears" is that what you want me to say? Yes, I can wiggle my ears. No, I'm not going to do it now. I mean I was the only beardless one so I guess folks got that right. Kind of. (Not that Seachnasaigh counts all that much since he was covered in hair...)

I guess if I gave the names of all the others that it's only fair I give my own. It's not like the name I can give you is very accurate, anyway. Trolls have a very phonetic language. My name literally translates to "A small round stone being cast into still, deep, water in a vast and empty underground chamber." (Obviously trolls have a lot of rock-based names, you understand). The closest phonetic spelling in human lettering and characters is something like "Dhowop~op~op" and you don't make a normal "p," sound, it's more like you close your lips while pushing them forward and also kind of rounding them out in a reversal of that lip-popping sound, and you have to decrease the volume of your voice on the second and third 'ops.' Like an echo! You don't have to--

Yeah no, you didn't get it.

Just--

No, that wasn't it, either. It's basically a sound effect.

Okay, that was closer, but please, for both our sakes, stop trying. This is why my name got gnomicized to Dhopi.

Anyway, you may have noticed that mining formed the basis of the materials needed for our operation, but not a lot of us were actually miners. Well, you don't need to swing a pickaxe if one member of your group can talk to rocks.

I talked to the rocks. That was my job. I asked the rocks to move in a way that was polite to rocks, and the rocks moved.

Rocks are actually a lot more inclined to change than most think. The younger ones wish they got sprayed out by a volcano, but they won't say "no" to the pickaxe, the drill, or the shovel. They sing of seething heat and rivers of pressure...the hands of a loved one pressed hard against your back. As far as actual magical gems within the hills went, those were like little shards of wrongness. You were doing the mountain a favor if you got them out. Magic was an irritant. Magic longed to make contact with a consciousness, a mind, not the mind of a rock, and magic thrummed against the stone like out-of-sync music. They were about equally as naturally occurring and desirable as zits to the other rocks. I like to think of our crew as something like... Oxpeckers, or your sibling who pops that really painful back zit for you.

Sorry, am I still making sense? It's been a long time since I've been able to talk to someone about any of this.

Oh--Snow! Right, of course, Snow. She had a rough time. I don't know how long she was running through that forest, and neither did she, but the way she told it to me was, she was running, her outfit got torn up by tree branches, she fell into some horrible freezing stagnant water at some point, kept running, then she made it to our house, and her immediate reaction was basically, "Jesus fuck this place is a dump."

Well, at first, it was like, "Oh my god this house is so cute." And then it was like "Jesus fuck this place is a dump."

See, we weren't home at the time, me and the gnomes were at the mine, and Seachnasaigh and Grom were... I assume either schmoozing up a high Fae or breaking someone's kneecaps. I dunno. We usually met up about half a mile from home, though.

And I know what you're thinking: "So Snow could just walk right in? You didn't lock the door?" And it's like, fuck, dude, humans weren't supposed to find our house! Like, ever! In theory a human could look right at our house and just not fucking see it like the way your brain won't register keys you were looking for on a counter! She literally found our house because of Chosen One Bullshit. She changes the world--both human and fae. The rules bend for her, and the rules we made for our house bent for her.

She didn't clean our house before she passed out, by the way. It's kind of weird that that was a thing? Obviously she called us on our shit about our place being a fucking armpit, but she had been running through unfamiliar terrain so long that when she hit our place she passed the fuck out. Beds were beds, even if they were fucking disgusting. And it wasn't like she was less disgusting, on account of being covered in boar's blood and whatever the hell was in that stagnant water.

So like... we get home and we find a passed-out, soggy, muddy teenager with blood-stained skirts sprawled across three of our beds shoved together.

And because Seachnasaigh has to be a cheeky clever bitch about everything he's like "Well, isn't this a development, lads?"

And Grom says, "You want I should stab her?"

But I don't want Grom to stab her because everyone basically treated me like shit, and I thought if there was a new person, they'd have someone else to treat like shit, so I say, "Rocks don't find themselves in the middle of a field for no reason. You don't mess with a big rock in the middle of a field." And they all laugh at me and say, "Classic Dhopi."

...okay I get why it was easy to make me the stupid one, in hindsight.

But then Snow wakes up and she screams, and then like, half of us are screaming, and she starts talking rapidly like, "I'm so sorry, I thought this was a magic orphanage or something."

And Seachnasaigh is like, "A magic what."

And Grom says, "You want I should stab her?" again.

And she says, "Please! I am Snow White of Temperate Kingdom, and I beg thee for shelter from the Queen."

...and that combination of words somehow ends up flipping a switch in all of us because Grom takes off his crusty scabby cap and takes a knee, and Seachnasaigh instantly clasps her pretty white hands in his freaky-ass aye-aye fingers and says, "Sweet Princess, our home is yours. How may we aid you?"

And there's a long pause, and her eyes flick to me, and then to the other guys. Her eyes flick around the room, and her jaw sets. She blinks at Seachnasaigh before saying, "You should do your dishes."

And Seachnasaigh bows his head, saying, "It shall be done, my lady," before barking, "DHOPI! DO THE FOCKING DISHES."

So Snow and me don't get off to a super-great start.

But... she was good at noticing things. She noticed me from that first moment. I know that sounds dumb. I know she just had that effect on people because of what she was, but I'm not bullshitting when I say I was her favorite. I know I was. She never said it because, y'know, you don't want to play favorites when you're depending on the hospitality of a collective. It was in her interest to keep the peace, so I don't take it personally. But I felt it. Every time she sat next to me while mending one of our trousers, every time she invited me along to pick berries and herbs and mushrooms, every time she talked about her stupid useless prince with the dishwater hair and the bump in his nose, I felt a slice of loneliness, of vulnerability in her peeking through. A part of her she didn't share with anyone else. Maybe she saw the same in me. The Princess torn between worlds and a troll a long way from home. There are some weights you don't share until you know they're not a weight for the other person.

Snow carved out her niche with us, she didn't try to push or change our lifestyle too much, but I could tell she gave her little nudges where she could to make things easier, to make us fight less, clean more, eat better... but we changed her, too. She went from that neat red hairnet studded with pearls to tying her hair up in crowns or rams horns of braids threaded through with scarlet ribbon. She got calluses on her palms and scuffs on the knuckles of her pretty white hands. She could hike up her skirts and swing a pickaxe, though honestly she made a bigger difference at the house, swinging a hoe. She made a little garden for us, and all she had to do was sing, and the cabbages would be huge and lush and green, and the carrots would be sugar-sweet. She sang to the birds and they would shit on her compost heap for her, can you freakin' imagine?? And... yes, with a little nudge she had us pulling weeds and spreading mulch for her. I'm not too proud to admit that. It felt good to make something grow from the earth, it hit different than just... yanking wrongness out of rocks. And there was yeast bubbling in the kitchen and songs being sung at night and in a matter of weeks our house went from a place you just pass out in to a living thing. A community. A home.

Just like how her poisons just turned into medicines, Snow's cooking just... always turned out good. It was really simple stuff at first, but it got better and better the more she figured out what she was doing. And after every meal we were racing to do the dishes for her. Eventually she did set up her own little apothecary lab just to experiment on slower days when we were all out at the mine. She laughed more. Sang more. Teased and wrinkled her nose. Something about her became... freer. Wilder. Older. It was like the Fae software and the human hardware weren't fighting each other anymore, you know?

Every one of us loved her in our own ways. Seachnasaigh ran circles around the rest of us, but he was an absolute sucker for her. I'd listen to them stay up talking next to the dying embers of the fire, contests of riddles and convoluted stories that ended in puns, and a lot of shit that frankly flew over my head. She made salves for Psellus's hands, and listened patiently to Dok's mutterings as he tried to puzzle through buttress placement, and she backseat drove Appius on jewelry design. Even fucking Grom, who was given to looming, loomed a little warmer when he was escorting her on her little forest foraging trips.

To be honest I never... 'got' Pasha, but Snow seemed to get him? They could just sit in that room full of crystals for hours together, her singing while Pasha played his rebab, and the enchantments came out.. warmer? Stronger? Truer? Seachnasaigh tried to be subtle about it, but with Snow on our team, our products were suddenly a much more hot commodity. Maybe that's why it couldn't last. Maybe that's how the Queen found us, eventually. Maybe Snow was like those magic rocks in the mountains, she couldn't not reach out to those who would make her gifts shine.

We should have kept her safer.

We were fucking idiots.

Oh--! Hey! We're here! Okay, let me talk to the doorman, don't make eye contact with anyone, and keep your voice down, all right? Just keep your head down and I'll get us a seat at the bar. DON'T MAKE FUCKING EYE CONTACT WITH ANYONE. No, I'm fine, you can look at me. No, don't stare at me, keep your fucking head down. Look, shut up, let me talk to the doorman. I'll handle this.

[livingfiction]

So I was thinking:

So how about a modern HUMAN DOM (kink lifestyle) smoke x OC story. Everything about him screams DOM DADDY like DOMINANT DOMINANT ( even though we do see his gentle side) @nahimjustfeelingit-writes I think the way you’ve written him in the hoodoo apprentice is what I have in mind character wise (plus it fits his ACTUAL character per the movie character) you really inspired all this by the way 😂 this was originally just supposed to go to you because I saw you asking for request but I chickened out 🫣 cause it’s so much and I didn’t want to fill your ask with all this

******** @nahimjustfeelingit-writes has an EXTENSIVE master list filled with reading treasures across fandoms and genres so please go have a look and I GUARANTEE you’ll find something to fall in love with. If you’re looking for some Sinners works definitely read her most recent works Hoodoo Apprentice and Route 666!!!*******

NOTE: I KNOW SOME OF THE GIRLS HAVE ISSUES/QUALMS ABOUT SMOKE BEING PAIRED WITH ANYBODY BUT ANNIE SO IF THATS YOU SKIP THIS

he’s a successful business owner-nothing illegal even though there are whispers about him having past ties with the mob(that being how he got the money to build his fortune) which may or may not be true (it is) and that he’s a dangerous man but of course Smoke is incognito and not flashy so he moves in the shadows and a person would never be able to pin him at the scene of a crime. So yeah he got money!!! but it’s smoke so why would he not?? (NOTE: he’s NOT a Christian Grey type-he’s not sitting in offices in fancy suits)

-still has his military background and PTSD. He was on the front lines- going into dangerous situations and he’s seen a lot and had to do a lot to make it out. He was always gonna be a dangerous man but he was TRAINED to be a deadly one too.

-He loves control and order. He NEEDS it. He craves power. Gets off on it and what’s more powerful than having a person be at your mercy. Most high powered men need to relinquish it but smoke? NEVER. And that trickles down to his relationships. Smoke’s not really one for hoeing around per se. He loves sex and has a great admiration and love for women but he’s no playboy. He’s real strict-he’ll break before he bends- and most of his lovers fall under his spell (not just talking dickmatized) and instantly turn into his baby but eventually they come out of the trance.

-His strictness and demands go beyond what some women can handle and smoke wants TOTAL submission. He can tame a brat but he’s not one to play games and he doesn’t need an excuse to punish. He’ll bend you over and wear you out because the sun set 20 seconds too early or the urge simply over took him (and it does often). He’s one to correct problems before they even have a chance to arrive.

-he’s been in committed relationships (though not a lot). He doesn’t commit easily. Not because he’s hoeing or afraid but because he’s a man of his word and being his woman means he has certain duties he has to fulfill for you. So if he doesn’t have the time, energy or desire he won’t stake that claim. His partners that have not been in the BDSM lifestyle enjoy the extreme toys and restraints but they don’t want the LIFESTYLE. They can’t do it 24/7 and smoke has realized that what he wants. What he needs( @keyaho you inspired this aspect because I feel like your R.E.L.L.S story was one of the best DOM/sub stories I’ve ever read because you really went farther and incorporated the LIFESTYLE outside of just sex explored the complexities that come with those kind of relationship dynamics)

****HIGHLY RECOMMEND YOU GUYS READ R.E.L.L.S!!! ITS FUCKING AMAZING****

-He’s ALWAYS been dominant in bed. ALWAYS been dominant in relationships. And he’s always had a little tingle to want to take things farther ( he is a man of extremes) but he didn’t know exactly how. He’s used to think he was a sick freak for his fantasies of wanting a woman to be tied up and helpless at his mercy. Or crawling naked across him to the floor to sit at his feet but in his mid twenties (he’s between 33-36 now) he discovered BLACK kink through porn and that’s all she wrote. He felt validated and happy to know that there were other black ppl, especially black women, that were into the kink lifestyle and it wasn’t just some weird white ppl shit.

-Also maybe just MAYBE somewhere in the back of his mind he had some qualms and reservations about liking the more physical aspect of BDSM because of his abusive father/upbringing so he had to do more research and get comfortable because even though many women in BDSM enjoy the punishing spankings and slapping and such he NEVER wants to abuse anyone (which is what makes him a good DOM because he understands that he’s being given a lot of control and trust and he never wants to hurt a woman the way his father hurt him and Stack)

-he began slowly integrating himself into the world. Joining chat forums and began attending play parties where he quickly gained a reputation and became a highly sought after man and highly sought after DOM. Which is why he’s always confused and slightly amused at the internet chatter he sees about black women not being submissive because he always has flocks of beautiful black women BEGGING to serve him and do whatever he wants and requires inside and outside the bedroom (you either got it or you don’t 🤷🏽‍♀️) he leans toward the more extreme side of kink and has fully immersed himself in the small community. He’s a member of a black owned sex club ( he was not going to the white ones to be a BBC fetish) and attends play parties regularly. You see this is an itch he HAS to scratch. He’s met lovely women actually IN the lifestyle but he’s never collared one.

-he was busy building his business and though he often sought to relieve stress with a pretty brown sub many a times and was still attending the parties but didn’t have time to be a full time DOM and he wasn’t one to half ass anything. Even though plenty of women in the lifestyle said they understood and could make it work he declined due to his busy schedule in the early days even if he so badly wanted to. And now that he has more time he hasn’t met anyone in the lifestyle he connected with enough to bring in.

-Make no mistake this isn’t about love or loneliness but about his desire to have his deepest darkest desires filled by a woman he owns and has complete control over (because yes smoke OWNS you-he doesn’t care about being called jealous or possessive. Heard it plenty of times before)

-He’s a southern man so he will always open the door, always carry the bags. No woman of his has EVER touched a bill of any kind. Even the subs he fucks from time to time have gotten lavish gifts and money as tokens of his appreciation. It’s no big deal to him 🤷🏽‍♀️ it’s only money and he’s got plenty. After all it ain’t tricking if you got it. Him giving out a grand he had laying around to that sub that he had tied up, mercilessly punished, and sexually destroyed was just a way to say thank you and I enjoyed it. I mean he did say that and yes she got multiple orgasms to the point where it was painful but hey who doesn’t need money? In the words of famed musical poet lil baby “If I want it, I get it, I pay for it I pay extra, I ain't tryna wait for it”

-despite his gruff exterior (and interior) he really does have a gentle soul. He’s always making sure people are taken care of, especially his women. He has no problem rubbing feet or giving baths and he’s always one to listen to you blabber about your day and give you advice. He’s a man that you can learn from in every avenue of life and never passes up an opportunity to provide wisdom. He does have a personality and a heart and he shows it if you stick around long enough.

-like I said he’s a southern man so he always has his manners but he’s not overly friendly and doesn’t have a lot of friends. Cause truthfully he feels like a lot of niggas are frauds and wannabes. Little boys that want to puff their chests out and play the dominant alpha male but smoke is the real beast in the jungle ( though he would never call hisself an alpha male and does NOT listen to male podcasts or any podcasts- cause why niggas on mics talking about being men when they could simply go do it)

I got more to say but this is already a lot to read so let me proceed 😭

ABOUT OC:

- she’s sweet and soft spoken. She has a kind of gentle strength to her.

- She comes from a struggling family and is the first and only one in her family to go college and that’s put her in a lot of debt.

- She comes from a dysfunctional family where as the oldest daughter she’s often had to be the one to show up and help every one with little to no thanks but no one helps her

- Shes strong willed and used to being independent but she has a bleeding heart and has trouble saying no even when she knows she should

-she managed to get a decent paying entry level job in her field after college but got laid off and has had trouble finding work so she starts working at a high end restaurant as a waitress and that’s where she meets smoke as he out for dinner with his brother.

- smoke frequents the restaurant but he hasn’t been in a few week and he notices her. He’s attracted to her sweet and light hearted nature. Though he notices the deep circles under her eyes and her worn out shoes (which he over hears her getting in trouble about)

- People tip good at the restaurant but she has rent to pay, student loans, and not to mention she’s constantly lending money to family (though they never pay it back) so she can’t save and is barely making ends meet

- Feels guilty about spending money on anything that’s not a necessity

- She REALLY catches smokes attention when stack makes a joke about something BDSM related and asks her opinion and smoke catches that she seems interested though she tried to brush it off

— she hasn’t really had time to explore her sexual side or any other side as her life has become a work, home, eat, sleep, repeat ( which has led to some depression that she’s being medicated for which smoke find out later) though she is curious and wants to try new things.

—one night while she’s waiting for the bus smoke offers her ride to run down apartment in a shady part of town where he makes his offer.

- she accepts simply because he says he’ll give her money (which she’s in desperate need of) he has rules including that she must stay with him but she puts her foot down and says she’ll stay in her ratty apartment ( she feels she needs to keep something for herself in case shit goes bad with him)

- Against smokes better judgment he agrees, says he’ll ease her into things since she isn’t apart of the lifestyle, but gives her a time limit and says she MUST move in with him

- She plans to only sleep with him a few times for money (she has no moral qualms about sex work she just never have the confidence or the experience to do it) and not get too deep into the DOM/sub dynamic (cause as I mentioned before smoke wants a full time sub-not someone for a few one offs but he’s willing to ease her into it) BUT…

- Her apartment gets broken into and ransacked (not that she had shit anyways) by some crack head or who ever in her neighborhood and smoke finds out because of course he has some of the police in his pocket and he demands (not asks) that she come stay with him

-outside of their sexual indulgences she

begins to actually LIVE under smokes rule and explore life in general a little more. She even gets smoke to try a new thing or two with her.

- now reminder this isn’t supposed to be love story at the beginning (though it can become one 🤷🏽‍♀️) or a love at first sight hopeless romantic kind of deal (cause smoke doesn’t give that to me) this is about two people who need something from each other and grow fond of each other and so on

If you have made it to the end of this GOD bless you and I apologize but I just feel the need to get all of my ideas out 😭😭😭 please note these are just SUGGESTIONS and my ramblings that I can’t control. I am in NO WAY demanding that this story be written using my ideas. The whole premise is basically DOM kink lifestyle Smoke x OC. I am not a writer and I appreciate all the time, energy, and effort you beautiful and talented ladies put in to your works of art 🤎🤎🤎🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾

[brbievivi]

THEORIES .ᐟ Pt. 1 / Lilia , Idia , Floyd

Monsters, Magic & Twisted similarities — Twst x Monster High

Overview : NRC and Monster High enroll a unique bunch of students, each with different personalties and backgrounds. Let’s exchange some theories on Twisted Wonderland characters who relate/are similar to certain Monster High characters.

Author's Note : This post will include Lilia, Idia, and Floyd. This is only part one, I would love to do more in the future ! reblogs + comments are appreciated ︎❤︎︎

PT.2 / MASTERLIST

Lilia Vanrouge .ᐟ

Draculaura , Silvi Timberwolf, Casta Fierce , Operetta , Iris Clops , Kjersti Trollsønn

Draculaura

Besides Draculaura being a vampire and Lilia having vampire traits, these two relate in other ways as well. Draculaura and Lilia have both lived a long time and suffered abuse due to their identity. Draculaura had to flee her home because of human hunting mobs, and Lilia had to defend Briar Valley against Prince Henrick.

Regardless, the two characters both aim for equality. Lilia raising Silver gave him a new outlook on humans and seeing the good in them, and Draculaura encourages other monsters to embrace their freaky flaws.

Silvi Timberwolf

Silvi, a werewolf who adores music and playing the guitar, shares similarities with Lilia who enjoys playing music as well and experimenting with bright colors.

Casta Fierce

Casta and Lilia are similar because they both are in a band. Casta is a witch who is the lead singer in Casta & The Spells, and Lilia is part of the pop music club. These two characters love to stir things up and give amazing performances.

Operetta

Operetta's our lovable phantom who adores rock and blues. She has an unfazed attitude regarding her personal taste in music, which meshes well with Lilia, who is aware of his bold style and way of singing (screaming), but he continues to have fun anyway because it's what he enjoys, and Operetta can relate, considering she tends to seclude herself to fully immerse herself in her music.

Iris Clops

Iris Clops and Lilia can relate to seeing things from a different perspective and having rational moments. Iris adores astronomy and science; she is extremely knowledgeable about the stars and holds advice or information regarding certain matters. Lilia is similar; as someone who has lived very long, he has learned and adapted to many things, and while he loves chaos, he has his moments of being rational/thinking from a different perspective.

Kjersti Trollsønn

Kjersti is an exchange student who came to Monster High to broaden her knowledge, which is akin to Lilia, who not only accepted his invite to NRC with the motive to guide Malleus but also to broaden his understanding.

Lilia and Kjersti both love video games and have met people online as a result of it. Kjersti has met and formed a connection with Heath Burns, and Lilia has met Idia.

Idia shroud .ᐟ

Ghoulia , invisi Billy, Scarah Screams, Twyla , Kjersti Trollsønn , Jackson Jekyll , and Victor Frankenstein

Ghoulia

Ghoulia is a zombie, and she’s very intelligent and timid. In some of the Monster High movies, the other ghouls turn to her for help on certain causes or matters, trusting her intellectual ability. Idia has been in the same situation, as we see in Book 7. Idia is the main one that curated the plan to defeat Malleus, utilizing Silver’s unique magic and creating ways for the boys to remain awake while still being in their dreams.

Since Ghoulia is a zombie, sometimes she is faced with stereotypes/discrimination that she is some brainless creature with no abilities, and Idia can relate to that feeling. Many may stereotype Idia as just a cynical shut-in who only loves to play video games, and while that’s true, he also is intelligent and creative and has more elements to his character.

Invisi Billy

Besides having a blue color scheme, Invisi Billy and Idia sort of share some qualities, and you’ll see why I say, “sort of.” Both of them value their time to be alone, with Billy disappearing with his invisible power and Idia hibernating in his room. Though they do tend to stray from this similarity because Billy’s solitude comes from just simply minding his own business, while Idia’s is more complex.

Billy is full of wit and smart, and Idia has those qualities as well. Even though he can be a sarcastic pain, he knows how to apply his intellect in forming strategies.

The two also have a love for creating; however, Billy’s love for creating special effects is much less of a coping mechanism than Idia creating Ortho.

Scarah Scream and Twyla Boogeyman

Since Scarah Scream is a banshee, and since she has the power to announce death, she decided to take telepathy classes to communicate with others without harming anyone. While Idia doesn’t make a full effort to interact with others, he uses other methods like his tablet to communicate with others.

Idia can also relate to having the “announce death title.” STYXX studies blot and phantoms, and Idia has secluded himself from others because of the burden of his family’s curse and the responsibilities he will carry when he takes over Styxx. Therefore, he prefers to distance himself, not wanting to bring any more harm after the loss of Ortho.

Twyla, daughter of the boogeymen, is someone who prefers to stay in the shadows and finds herself estranged from social interaction. Sound familiar? Well, Idia has a resemblance to that as well; he prefers to stay in the “shadows” of his own room and, like Twyla, hates being the center of attention.

Both of them also have a sarcastic streak as a form of humor but also display moments of selflessness.

Twyla is someone who is proud of her freaky flaws but also has some setbacks because she is the daughter of the boogeymen. Idia as well has setbacks because his family runs STYXX and has inherited a curse that has lasted for centuries, restricting his freedom to his own life journey.

Kjersti Trollsmønn and Jackson Jekyll

As stated with Lilia, Kjersti is a gamer, and we all know Idia is one as well. Both characters tend to hold video games above social interaction and even incorporate internet slang/lingo IRL.

Jackson Jekyll has an alter ego called Holt Hyde that comes out if he puts on the alter ego's signature headphones. Now Jackson tries his hardest to avoid awakening his alter ego, afraid of what the other part of him can do when he doesn’t have control.

Both of them avoid social interactions and try to dissuade people from unraveling parts of their identity that they are not proud of.

Jackson and Idia also have duality changes, where they can go from their introverted nature to being more confident and talkative. Idia gets this way in his overblot form or when he’s discussing something he’s extremely passionate about, and Jackson acts this way when Hyde is released.

Victor Frankenstein

Victor is a human inventor, and for many years he was an orphan, and because of that he had the desire to create a family of his own. He created Viktor Stein and Viveka Stein, who are the parents of Frankie Stein.

Both Idia and Victor suffer from loneliness and went on to create a family/someone to keep them company. Idia created Ortho to help cope with the loss of his younger brother, and Victor created Frankenstein's parents to help heal the loneliness in his heart for a family.

Floyd Leech .ᐟ

Sirena Von Boo, Holt Hyde, Johnny Spirit and Vandala Doubloons

Sirena Von Boo

Sirena is a mermaid-ghost hybrid, who has the ability to swim in the ocean and float on land. Similarly, Floyd can adapt to his surroundings, whether it’s on land or in the water.

Since Sirena can float, swim, or pass through anything, she tends to get distracted easily and drift off into a daydreaming state. Floyd parallels this as well in terms of his personality; because sometimes Floyd lacks certain boundaries (especially with Riddle), and gets distracted easily as much as he loses interest easily.

Both characters have a “go with the flow attitude” and hate being pinned down by others and prefer to adventure off into what interests them.

Holt Hyde and Johnny Spirit

Holt Hyde is the alter ego of Jackson Jekyll; he loves to cause chaos and be the life of the party. Responsibilities are not a priority in his book.

Both Holt and Floyd react on impulse and don’t consider the consequences of their actions or how they will be perceived. Both characters also have a temper and can switch from being full of energy to being provoked and wanting to be alone.

Johnny Spirit is a ghost who once had a detention punishment last 3000 years. He has a love for music and goes to the school’s catacombs to play the fiddle in peace.

Both Johnny and Floyd have an intimidating reputation at their respective schools but continue to do as they please; however, Johnny prefers to ignore others and stick to having moments of peace, while Floyd, on the other hand, prefers to mess around or antagonize others.

The two also share similarities in their love of music and having a unique style that is signature to them.

Vandala Doubloons

Vandala is a ghost pirate who is the captain of her own ship, the Salty Specter. Vandala and Floyd are similar in ways of constantly being on the lookout for fun and excitement.

Vandala sometimes gets wrapped up in her own world, excited about embarking on her own adventures even if she’s uncertain about how they will turn out. Floyd also loves that sense of unpredictability, finding it more enjoyable to not know what could happen as long as it’s not boring.

If you made it this far, tysm for reading .ᐟ

[musubiki]

I don't know if you have answered this already so if you have you can ignore this, but how did mochi and coco become friends? Since coco is a bit older is she from another class?

she is a bit older, but not in another class! shes one of those people in high school that either have a very early birthday so theyre always the oldest in the class, or she maybe fell behind a grade (since she had delinquent tendencies growing up)

BUT A GOOD QUESTION AND I DONT THINK I EXPANDED ON IT BEFORE MAYBE??? its somewhat skipped over in that webtoon chapter.... first ill talk about a little coco backstory that leads up to it:

essentially, growing up coco was the lazy, troublemaker, didnt-take-school-seriously kind of student that always had bad grades and skipped class. her parents obviously werent thrilled about that, but they were never really hard on her about it and had a good relationship with coco!! at one point (when she was about 12-13 maybe), they had quite a light-hearted and humorous talk with her about getting herself together before high school, and made a little list of things for her to do to have a good life ("a better life than we did," is how they put it).

the things on the list were rather mundane and normal, sometimes kinda dumb. it was things like "study hard 8 hours a week," "learn to cook," "exercise regularly," etc. it also has rather strange ones, one being "change someones life," which coco spent a lot of time trying to figure out what that one was supposed to mean. at the time she treated it lightly and as a joke, and more of a chore like "ah damn i gotta exercise now?? ill do this stuff later"

anyway, when coco was 14, both her parents and her little brother passed, and coco to this day holds on to that list and tries to fulfill every item (which is why she does the things she does, including running every morning, working hard on studies to go to college, getting a part-time job, etc).

NOW how this relates to mochi: one of the items on cocos list is "make friends with good people." when coco first moved to wessport and started school there, obviously she was new and didnt know anyone. the week she started was (if you remember the beginning of that one webtoon episode!!) a week where lime was fighting off a cold or something, so he didnt come to school and mochi was by herself.

their meeting was actually pretty mundane, but coco was lost in the school and asked mochi for directions to various classrooms and such. mochi was very nice to her (as mochi normally is), like she lent her a pencil and piece of paper cuz coco didnt buy any yet, things like that.

at the end of the school day coco just looks at her for a long time and goes "...hey, so you're a 'good person,' then...right?" and mochi just goes "Uh....I guess I try to be?" and for that week coco seeks out mochi to hang out with her. by the time lime gets back theyre already friends and coco lowkey adopted mochi ehehe (and then that one coco intro episode is where this mini story picks up)

[princesssarisa]

I think in Wicked (the musical at least – not sure about the novel), there's a bit of an uneasiness between the theme of "everyone is morally gray, no one is all bad or all good" and the fact that Elphaba is a freedom fighter against a fascist government that commits atrocities against a minority group.

Yes, the Wizard has some sympathetic qualities, Elphaba has some flaws and briefly turns to villainy toward the end, and Glinda is a mass of moral grayness under her perky pink facade. But for the most part it's clear who the villains are (the Wizard and Madame Morrible), Elphaba's stance against them is clearly heroic, and Glinda's choice to work for them is clearly a moral sell-out, with which she struggles and from which she eventually redeems herself. When the Animals' treatment parallels the treatment of Jews in Nazi Germany, you can't take a "both sides" view of the situation. But every now and then, the show seems to do just that – whether in the song "Wonderful" with the Wizard's talk of "moral ambiguities" (though of course in that song, he's trying to justify his actions and manipulate Elphaba into joining him), or Elphaba and Glinda's reconciliation in "For Good," where they paint themselves as having been equally at fault. And again, and again, I've heard people say "There are no real villains in Wicked: the whole point is that there are two sides to every story and neither side is all good or all bad." But if that's the intended message, does it honestly fit with a plot that involves fascism and racial persecution?

Another work of fiction that I think has some uneasiness between its themes is Disney's Beauty and the Beast. Namely between "the Beast as a suffering, misunderstood outcast" and "the Beast as a powerful bully who needs to be humbled and change." I think a lot of the controversy about that movie stems from the uneasiness between those two themes.

On the one hand, the Beast is a spoiled, selfish prince, who was cursed as punishment for shutting out a poor beggar woman, who has a terrifying temper, and who orders others around and throws tantrums when he doesn't get his own way. His beastly appearance and mannerisms can be seen as outward symbols of his bad behavior, which is based in toxic class privilege and masculinity. From this perspective, Gaston is his kindred spirit, which is emphasized by visual cues: e.g. their similar striking blue eyes, or Gaston's pelt-covered, horned chair in the tavern that looks like the Beast's silhouette. The difference between them is that the Beast finally realizes he was wrong and changes his ways, while Gaston only becomes more beastly. But on the other hand, the Beast is also an "other", who hides from the world, who struggles with basic social skills, who is full of insecurity and self-loathing, whom Belle bonds with because they're both misfits, whose bestial mannerisms and overpowering rages are at least partly because the spell is warping his mind (in other words, a magical mental illness), and whom a mob tries to murder just because he looks scary. Analogies have rightly been drawn between the Beast and victims of racism, homophobia, or other prejudice. From this viewpoint, Gaston is his opposite: the type of privileged boor who receives undeserved hero-worship just because he's handsome and charismatic, and who persecutes "others" like the Beast.

When people view it chiefly as a story about the taming of a powerful bully, you hear accusations of "Stockholm Syndrome" and of the dangerous fantasies of changing an abuser. Viewing the Beast as a misunderstood outcast, who finds acceptance in a fellow outcast and who overcomes his mental health struggles and bad coping mechanisms as a result, reduces those accusations. But if you view the Beast chiefly as a misunderstood outcast, then his character arc can feel disempowering: so much of it consists of learning to be more people-pleasing and self-effacing, not to mention re-learning "normal" human manners and behavior (as an autistic person, I know I've sometimes felt "He needs to mask to be loved"), and he becomes fully "normal" by becoming human again in the end.

Maybe there is no uneasiness between these different themes: maybe it's just complexity. Maybe my feelings on the subject shows that I'm autistic and struggle with things that aren't black-and-white. But in both of these works of fiction, I do sometimes feel as if the writers were trying to tell two different stories at once, which sometimes fit together, sometimes not.

Does anyone else feel that way about other works of fiction? Can you name any other stories with multiple themes that seem slightly opposed and uneasy together?

[chaifootsteps]

one of the more troubling things about hazbin’s poor writing is that it implies some really awful things about the morality of sex workers and addicts. Like angel dust’s wiki can talk up and down about his mob past all he wants but Heaven, Charlie, Vaggie, and every other character spends their time addressing his drug issue and trying to get him sober, not having him confront the bad behavior that stems from it. He’s not in hell for being a criminal, he’s in hell for being a drug user, we can infer this bc we are continually told that getting clean is not just essential to his progress, but it’s what’ll fix him and make him a changed man. And in terms of heaven, Lute spells it out during the court scene, a great deal of Heaven believes that “crack whores” aren’t fit to be in heaven but neither Charlie nor the larger narrative challenges the premise of that argument, never suggests that he’s in hell for a different reason, and just. Runs with that insanely flawed and prejudiced logic, instead deciding to ‘fix’ Angel by making him sober and giving him a love interest to romance bc promiscuity is bad I guess. Like that’s implying some really horrible things about addiction and sexuality, and while Angel is clearly suffering from being a drug user and hyper sexuality , those things aren’t inherently wrong and chalking his moral failings up to “he’s a crackhead” is such a spit in the face to anyone who’s suffered from addiction

And don't forget, being sober is apparently so integral to Angel's salvation that Husk -- two episodes after saying he accepted Angel as the coked up "loser" he was -- viciously tore him down for being in the mere vicinity of a party drug without agreeing to take it. A spit in the face is exactly what it is.

[rapidwaterzzz]

HERMITCRAFT SUPERPOWER AU!!:

Character list:

(heavily based off newest wildlife ep, some keep those powers, i changed the ones i didnt rlly like 😅)

Name: “B” Dubs

Age: 17

Height: 5’5

Ability: Time control, can speed up or slow down times

Drawback: Gets extremely tired if overused

Mastery: 80%, cant slow or speed up time for to long

Name: Cub Fan

Age: 17

Height: 5’8

Ability: Can summon any type of “hostile mob” entities, almost full control of said mobs

Drawback: If to many are spawned, can lose control of mobs and they can attack the wrong people

Mastery: 80%, limit of spawning 10 mobs at once without losing control of them

Name: Doc M’Seven

Age: 19

Height: 6’4

Ability: Creeper hybrid, can trigger explosions from his hands

Drawback: His body can’t resist the explosions itself (many scars)(metal arm and eye for a reason)

Mastery: 95%, rarely gets injured anymore

Name: Etho Slab

Age: 17

Height: 6’1

Ability: Shadow manipulation, can mess up opponents vision, and shadows can take a physical form

Drawback: Can cause dissociation and lightheadedness if large amount of shadows are manipulated at once

Mastery: 65%, goes over his manipulation limit a decent amount

Name: False Symmetry

Age: 18

Height: 5’7

Ability: Weather Manipulation ( can determine where lightning strikes, etc)

Drawback: Fatigue if to severe of a storm or weather condition is created

Mastery: 80%, doesn’t have full control on weather conditions yet, doesn’t know how to cause some weather conditions yet (hail, and tornados)

Name: Gemini Tay

Age: 16

Height: 5’4

Ability: Astral Projection, can spiritually travel to other areas, and talk to dead spirits (great for spying)

Drawback: Leaves body as a empty case pretty much, prone to injury if someone is jot guarding

Mastery: 50%, can’t control how long shes projecting

Name: Scar Goodtimes

Age: 17

Height: 6’2

Ability: Bungee limbs, can throw punches and kicks at a distance with stretch limbs with great strength

Drawback: Can cause severe cramps if stretched to far

Mastery: 75%, tends to stretch limbs to far

Name: Grian ___________

Age: 16

Height: 5’6

Ability: Steal, allows him to steal someones ability for 5 minutes after touching them

Drawback: Whatever drawback the ability he steals has, except he gets it way easier due to not having experience with said ability

Mastery: 85%, Pretty good at adapting to whatever ability is stolen

Name: Hypno Tized

Age: 17

Height: 6’1

Ability: Mind control, after holding eye contact , or physical contact, with opponent for 5 seconds, he can take full control of there mind for as long as he can hold it

Drawback: Migranes, dizzy spells, nausea if held for to long

Mastery: 60%, tends to take control of someone else for to long

Name: Jevin Islime

Age: 18

Height: 5’8

Ability: Slime, can excrete a slime from his skin thanks helps with sticking to things, sticking opponents in place, or can be slippery

Drawback: Drys out skin, can cause skin cracking and bleeding if to much slime is created

Mastery: 85%, good at going over his limit, and good at using it to his advantage

Name: Impulse Essvee

Age: 18

Height: 6’0

Ability: Teleportation, can teleport to any area he looks at , and can swap places with opponent if eye contact is held for 3 seconds

Drawback: Can get severe dizzy spells if he teleports to much in little time

Mastery: 80%, knows not to go to quickly, sometimes has little ‘spasms’ where he teleports around every 5 seconds which is out of his control

Name: Joe Hills

Age: 17

Height: 5’10

Ability: Healing melody, humming a specific melody can allow him to heal the person he’s touching

Drawback: Loses his voice easily

Mastery: 90%, cannot fully heal major injuries

Name: “K” Eralis

Age: 19

Height: 6’3

Ability: Eye Lock, If he makes eye contact with opponent, he can lock them in place for up to 7 minutes

Drawback: Can happen even with his teammates by mistake, cannot stop it

Mastery: 95%, wears eye-mask so no one can see his eyes while not in battle

Name: Mumbo Jumbo

Age: 18

Height: 6’4

Ability (up to change): Telekinesis, can move objects and entities without touching them

Drawback: Gets headache if he moves or lifts to many things at once

Mastery: 90%

Name: “Pearl”escent Moon

Age: 18

Height: 5’11

Ability: Flight (pretty self explanatory)

Drawback: Gets lightheaded and short of breath from high altitudes

Mastery: 95% Can fly for pretty long, and knows how to incorporate physical strength and flight into altercations

Name: Ren Dog

Age: 18

Height: 5’10

Ability: Wolf hybrid, heightened hearing, smell, and speed, can communicate with wolves and dogs, can morph into a dog

Drawback: None really

Mastery: 90%

Name: Skizz Leman

Age: 18

Height: 6’2

Ability: Solar Strength, he gains strength in the sun, has heightened strength and can shoot rays at opponents

Drawback: Gets fatigue after exzert to much sun energy

Mastery: 75%, sometime uses stored up sun energy to quickly

Name: “Joel” Smallish Beans

Age: 16

Height: 5’7

Ability: Electricity manipulation, can electrocute opponents, and can channel electrical currents (imagine denki from mha)

Drawback: Dizziness, and passing out if to much electricity is released (will be discombobulated for a 1-3 days depending on how much electricity was output)

Mastery: 65%, can’t control exactly where electricity outputs go, and sometimes loses control of how much electricity he outputs

Name: Tango Tek

Age: 18

Height: 5’8

Ability: Fire manipulation, can summon fires and shoot flames at people

Drawback: Can experience the more minor symptoms of heatstroke( fatigue, dehydration, fast breathing, muscle spasms, delirium, etc)

Mastery: 75%, loses control of flames once they attach to something

Name: Beef Vintage

Age: 17

Height: 6’1

Ability: Chains, can form chains out of any part of his body, which helps with transport and physical attacks

Drawback: Causes skin dryness if overuse

Mastery:85%, still working on aim

Name: Wels Knight

Age: 18

Height: 5’9

Ability: Weapon, any type of weapons can be created out of fat stored up in his body (like momo from mha, except only weapons)

Drawback: Can cause extreme weakness if he makes more weapons that fat stored

Mastery: 90%, knows his limits, sometimes overdoes it in panic

Name: Xb Crafted

Age: 17

Height: 5’7

Ability: Water Manipulation, can manipulate water, shooting it can have enough force to injure opponents, can also breathe underwater

Drawback: Can cause severe dehydration (dizziness, confusion, tiredness, etc)

Mastery: 85%, sometime outputs more water than he means to, and needs work on aiming

Name: Xisuma Void

Age:19

Height: 6’3

Ability: Code manipulation, can manipulate code to change people attributes, abilities, and mental states for a set period of time

Drawback: Can cause severe confusion if to much is changed in a short time

Mastery: 99%

Name: Zed Aph

Age:16

Height: 5’6

Ability: Static, can change opponents surroundings to look and sound static like

Drawback: Can mess up his own vision and hearing for a hour or twoif he keeps someone static-y for to long

Mastery: 80%, tends to forget his limits

Name: Cleo Zombie

Age:19

Height: 5’8

Ability: Necromancy, can summon zombies of deceased people for a short period of time

Drawback: None known of

Mastery: 85%, Can’t hold control of zombies for to long

[coraniaid]

Season 7 should have given us Amy as a vengeance demon.

Season 4's Something Blue established -- and Season 7's Selfless will remind us -- that D'Hoffryn creates vengeance demons by finding young women who are angry and in pain and using magic to seek revenge on the world and offering to 'elevate' them. Selfless in particular ends with D'Hoffryn -- short two vengeance demons now, compared to the start of the episode -- smugly reminding Anya that there are "plenty of girls" and "there will be always be vengeance demons".

Then, a few episodes later, The Killer In Me brings back Amy Madison. Amy is a practicing witch -- maybe by this point the second most powerful one we've seen on the show, after Willow -- and she feels she has been wronged by the world. (Honestly not without reason! Her own mother stole her body for months when she was sixteen; a mob of adults under the influence of a demon -- possibly including her own father, although we don't see him we do know that all the other parents were affected -- tried to burn her at the stake; she only survived that by turning herself into a rat, a form she was stuck in for three years; the girl who decided to keep her as a pet -- and only turned her back into a human because she got dumped and was lonely -- almost immediately cut off all contact with her, even though Amy explicitly hadn't got anybody else to turn to for support; and none of her old friends have been speaking to her ever since [and okay, the show doesn't remember that Buffy and Xander were Amy's friends, but I do!].)

And Amy's pretty clearly trying to use her magic for revenge on Willow. She tells Kennedy that she just cast a hex on Willow "for fun", but the rest of her speech ("Willow always had all the power […] it just came so easy for her. The rest of us - we had to work twice as hard to be half as good. But no one cares about how hard you work. They just care about cute, sweet Willow. [...] She gave in to evil - stuff worse than I can even imagine - she almost destroyed the world! And yet everyone keeps on loving her?") tells a different story. I mean, compare this to Faith's speech to Buffy in Enemies. Does it sound like Amy is having fun? And look at how she describes her spell: "the hex I cast lets the victim's subconscious pick the form of their punishment." That doesn't exactly fit the narrative that this is just some sort of game to Amy.

No, it's personal. Amy is angry with Willow. She wants to punish her. Punishment implies that Amy think Willow's done something to unfairly treat her in some way. And what does Amy want in return? Well, vengeance. (Remember, "it's not about hate," she tells Kennedy. Sure. The thing about Amy complaining that everyone keeps loving Willow despite everything, as she does, is that it implies that, logically, Amy herself must...)

So, to sum up. Halfway through the season, we've recalled or established that:

Vengeance demons are recruited when young women who are capable of powerful magic use that magic to seek revenge on the people they blame for their misfortunes

D'Hoffyrn is short a couple of vengeance demons, but confident they can be replaced

Amy is a young woman who is capable of powerful magic and is currently using that magic to seek revenge on the woman she blames for her misfortune

And then ... well. That's it! Neither character appears on screen again. Other than a slightly weird moment in Get It Done (when, apparently, D'Hoffryn has decided he does want to kill Anya after all, ignoring the fact he actively chose not to in Selfless), neither character is even mentioned again.

But surely the next step is obvious? And Amy as vengeance demon (or even having Amy make the active choice to turn down the chance to be a vengeance demon) would make so much sense. It fits in with her frequent use as a foil to Willow; it was Willow, after all, who turned down the chance to become a vengeance demon in Something Blue. It would work so well as a way of showing that, First Evil aside, the wider world is continuing to go on: that the cycle we saw with Anya and Halfrek isn't over, that there will still be evil out there for the newly activated Potential Slayers to fight against. It would mark some sort of conclusion to Amy's arc over the last seven seasons. It would give the illusion that the writers actually cared about her as a character.

... oh, hang on, wait, I think I see why they didn't bother now.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The Man 6

Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: mob!Lloyd Hansen

Summary: a demanding customer complicates more than your work life.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

You stare at your phone. It can’t be. After everything else going wrong, you can’t deal with Floyd. It suddenly makes sense why he was messing around with your phone. Ew, he’s kind of a creep.

You don’t answer and put the phone away. Well. You have no money, you’re about to have no home, and your milk is spoiled. Don’t panic. You can figure this out. You’re an adult, aren’t you?

First, go to the bank. You need milk. Once you have a coffee, you’ll worry about the whole eviction thing. You leave the convenience store and open Maps to look for the nearest bank kiosk. Not too far, one block. At least you’re getting your steps in.

You follow the directions on screen and turn to cross the road. You’re so distracted, you forget to look both ways and nearly get hit by a gleaming bumper. You wave a head but don’t look up. You need to get to the bank.

You come up to the pulsing blue dot and glance around. Huh. You don’t see a bank. You turn around and face the ATM built into the side of the building. Oh goddang! You walked to a bank machine, not a bank. Is it you? Are you the problem?

You drop your shoulders. Alright. You’ll just try again. You scroll to the next location and spin around, nearly colliding with a new wall. Oh, not a wall, a person.

You look up at Mr. Henson as he watches you with a line between his brows. Somehow, you’re not very surrpised. This guy is everywhere. It’s almost like he has no hobbies.

“Oh, hi, sorry, excuse me, I’m just on my way to the bank--”

“Ah, running short? Need me to spot ya?” He raises his hand, showing a black credit card.

“Um... noooo,” you utter in confusion. The other day, you ran off after calling him names. You really don’t believe he’s changed his stripes. He’s still a snarling tiger getting ready to feast. “Thanks, but I--”

“Things are tight. Job market’s trash, housing isn’t any better, and those banks,” he whistles and puts his card away, “they like to fuck around, don’t they?”

You look at him, scrunching your face up.

“Y-yeah. Weirdly, I did just get a notice to...” your voice trails off. “Why are you bugging me?”

“Bugging you?” His brows pop up and he guffaws, “oh, sweet lips, you’re funny, you know that?”

“Yeah, I know few jokes but--”

“Think a little harder, cupcake,” he lowers his timber and stares at you.

You blink and wet your lips, pushing them together. Think about what?

“Look, about yesterday--”

“I’m talking about today,” he insists.

“Sure, uh...”

“Do I really need to spell this out for you?”

“Spell what out?” You cringe, clawing for some hint of what he means.

“Your bank card isn’t working, right?” He asks, you nod. “You’re getting evicted.” Another nod. “You have no job.”

You make a face, “yes, okay. Rub it in. Alright. I get it. You’re some important guy and I’m a loser. Don’t worry. You own this city but I think I’m on my way out.”

He sighs and presses his fingers flat on either side of his nose. He drops them and opens his eyes again, “it was me. I’m the reason you—Don't you understand what I can do to you? I got you fired, kicked out, and poor in one day. What else do you think I could do?”

Your chest hollows out and your stomach lurches. What? Him? He just doesn’t stop.

“Sir, what—why would you—I'm sorry I called you a meanie. I was upset and the coffee, I tried--” You sniffle and shudder out a half-sob, “I didn’t mean to.”

“Yeah, well, you shoulda shut those sweet lips and opened those ears, huh?” He grins, “look, cupcake, you’re not going anywhere. You try to run back to your family, I’ll find you. Your mom’s a good lady, you shouldn’t trouble her. She doesn’t make enough teaching brats to put up with another one.”

“My mom—how--”

He spins his finger in the air, “catch up, honey bun. Alright? This is it. I’ll lay it out real clear for you, right now. You have no money, no home, you have nothing. You are nothing.” He jabs his finger at you, “so, I can solve all your problems and make you something.”

You look around. There’s really no way out. He’s a psychopath. You think. You don’t really know the difference between that and sociopath.

“Are you like CIA or something?” You ask.

He scoffs and flinches, “oh man, you are something else. Really, each time you open that mouth, I’m blown away by the idiocy. Rather just get blown, you get it?”

You shake your head and pout.

“Look, I think we can sort this out, Floyd. Really, I’m really sorry and I understand now. I get it. You’re very important and I messed up. I’m nothing and I did everything wrong. And from the bottom of my heart, I apologise. So, can I please have my life back?” You say, “I think we’d both be happier if we just went on our way and never saw each other again.”

His eyes dart away and he stares into the distance. Exasperation wrinkles above his brow and he looks back to you, hands on his hips, “too late, buttercup. So, let me put it as plain as I can. You don’t get a choice. You belong to me now. Just like everything else in this city. You are mine.”

“You can’t... do that.”

“I am doing that,” he insists. “Another thing,” he raises his hand, showing his palm, “it’s Lloyd.” He emphasizes the consonants of his name, “Lloyd Hansen. You can call me sir or Mr. Hansen. Hell, if we’re getting frisky, you can call me daddy.”

“Ugh,” you groan in disgust and curl your lip.

“Ugh?” He mimick the noise, “I’m about to--” He shakes his hand and sucks in the end of his sentence, “fine. Show, don’t tell. Got it.”

You cry out as suddenly he lunges at you. He grabs you by the back of the neck and hauls you forward down the sidewalk. He marches beside you as you writhe and paw at his large hand. You whimper, helpless as pedestrians move out of your path.

“Your mouth got you into trouble, now let’s see if it can get you out,” he growls.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

I think malleus mentions, maybe in his dorm vig, that he tried approaching other students when he couldn't find the meeting place but they scream and run away from him in terror. If this is how people have been reacting to him approaching them then it makes sense for him to stop trying at one point. also think the senators never allowed anyone to meet him. Remember melanoir blessing. She blessed him to be feared by humans. Perhaps that is also at play. I would like to hear your thoughts on this.

One thing I take issue with is how inconsistently written the world’s reactions to Malleus are. On one hand, we're constantly told that people fear him and run away at the sight of him (which does happen with various mob students). On the other hand, we get dozens and dozens of instances of Malleus interacting with his classmates, staff, and the locals of Sage’s Island (Magicam Monsters) and other countries without issue. (Granted, the locals of other countries did not recognize him as Malleus due to how he was dressed, but the point still holds that Malleus can have normal interactions with people.) How he is received varies greatly across the main story, vignettes, and the events. You cannot have it both ways because it creates this cognitive dissonance about how we’re supposed to perceive his presence.

As for the senators, it is canon that Malleus was often kept inside the castle. However, that doesn’t mean he was entirely barred from interacting with people and that doesn’t mean Malleus never left. Clearly he still had tutors and servants around (although interacting with them would be different than interacting with peers), and surely he would have met his grandmother or foreign dignitaries as part of his training. He has also visited Silver and Lilia in their cottage which is far away from the capital city. Malleus has realistically had opportunities to engage with people, no matter how much the senators try to leash him.

Finally, on the subject of Meleanor’s blessing: firstly, there is no immediate indication that Melanor cast a spell of any kind. If you compare the scene where she utters the “blessing” (7-77) to when Lilia blesses Silver and changes his hair color (7-81), there is no sparkle effect to indicate magic. Meleanor asks Lilia to take care of her kid, hands her egg off to Lilia, summons thorns to drag him away, then vanishes away to fight, so the sparkle effect that proceeds is most likely to show her teleporting off to combat (which is finally when the sparkle effect comes in). Right before leaving, she says, “May the Night bless you/Night's Blessings (in EN)”, which is where I believe people got the “Meleanor blessed/cursed Malleus to be feared by humans” headcanon comes from. However, the phrase “May the Night bless you/Night's Blessings” is not a magic incantation as far as we know; it seems to be a saying among nocturnal fae to wish one another good luck. We see Lilia and others saying it in other parts of book 7. However, Lilia does utter “May the Night bless you/Night's blessings” prior to Silver’s hair color change, so I imagine this also plays a part in the fandom interpretation/headcanon that Meleanor blessed Malleus in a similar manner.

Even if it was a real blessing, it doesn’t work for me with how they’ve set up Malleus’s interactions with his peers. If the blessing/curse is supposedly making him feared by humans, how come there are several blatant exceptions who don’t fear him at all? This includes the light trio and arguably even characters like Leona or Rollo—because even feelings of hate or rivalry are still not fear. Additionally, Meleanor’s phrasing is that she’s sure that Malleus will be a good omen/“auspicious star” for the fae of Briar Country but a “fearsome, malevolent star” for humans. With the coming of book 7, Malleus is posing a real threat to both fae and humans alike. Furthermore, she directly follows up these lines by saying she entrusts her son to Lilia. She’s emphasizing the importance of Malleus to their country’s future before handing him away; it does not read like she’s blessing her child. This, combined with the very delayed sparkle effect in 7–77, leads me to believe that Meleanor’s words were not actually magically binding or a blessing, but rather a hope or a prayer about the kind of person Malleus would be someday: a leader that their country needs and someone who will strike fear into humans (who were enemies of the fae at the time). Until the canon says otherwise, this is how I interpret Meleanor's "blessing" for her son (ie it’s not a magical one).

I feel like none of these should completely dissuade Malleus from like... I don't know, going out of his way to locate a few open-minded people (again, like the light trio) and trying to make conversation with them? Maybe invite them over for tea?? Taking little steps like that. If he’s so insistent that he can’t insert himself into other engagements, why not be proactive and be the one inviting instead of always waiting to be invited??? I understand why he would be hesitant to try or adopt a defeatist attitude, but again Lilia is right there to help facilitate or to ask questions to. But he doesn’t really do that or seem to truly take what anyone says to heart; instead he gets moody, pouty, and sulks when he feels rejected because the situation is artificially set up for failure 💦

It sometimes feels like TWST wrote itself into a corner with Malleus’s presentation due to the nature of the original game format. His lore calls for him to be sinister and feared through all the land, but the devs are simultaneously compelled to write him in cute and silly social scenarios to show how likable he can be (so open up your wallet for him/j)… He’s supposedly always forgotten but you’d think that someone with a presence as fearsome as his would be remembered vividly or make a strong impression regardless of the contrived ways they try to keep him out of the picture… and that results in the clashing tones I notice now.