#Also yeah I had to draw him without the hat. Sorry not sorry

[shima-draws]

Law, already FAR past the point of Giving Up:

This is my first time drawing him I hope he's babygirl enough for all the Law fans out there 🫡

(Send me a character and an expression!)

[mammomlette]

OBEY ME YOUNGER BROTHERS AS SOULMATE TROPES!

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3(WIP rn)]

Includes: Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor, GN!Reader/MC

Warnings: Spoilers for lesson 16 in Belphies (not explicitly said but obvious foreshadowing for a twist), implied manipulation (Belphies) (not sure if that needs a warning but better safe than sorry)

Notes: I’m still quite new to fanfics and Tumblr, and honestly just writing in my free time in general so constructive criticism is defo encouraged!! Also I won’t lie to you, Satan did seem a tad ooc erm…

SATAN: writing/drawings on hands appear on eachother

* As soon as you turned 18, you noticed small phrases and notes appearing on your right hand

* It started off with small things like “page 562” or “British shorthair.” Just things to keep as a reminder or to be able to search it up later

* However, as time went by, the notes became a bit more… concerning

* Concerning book quotes from old literature, sometimes in other languages, and nefarious plans to prank someone called ‘Lucifer’

* Your soulmate plans to prank the devil himself. Haha. What a great idea.

* You brushed it off for a while, appreciating the occasional cat fact or chapter reminder and just ignoring the angry words about Lucifer.

* Eventually, you began to build up the courage to respond. Small things relating to things your soulmate wrote, like cat doodles (good or bad as your art skill may be) or going over the writing of the reminder when you notice it started to fade

* Not knowing if it was your place to write down your own notes or just not quite having that amount of bravery, you still did those little things to let your soulmate know that hey, you’re there and you’re always reading what they have to say.

* Satan thought he was hallucinating.

* Thousands of years spent just jotting things down to remind himself of things at a later date, frequently on his hand, and suddenly things started to change?

* He had wrote “British shorthair” on his palm in hopes of being able to look it up later, and a few minutes later he looks down to his palm to search it up and sees a… cat?? It’s really not clear. It’s round, with two points on the top of its head… yeah thats a cat.

* He’s become so obsessed he’s hallucinating badly drawn cats, which is probably a cause for concern, so naturally he confides in his brothers about this and is comforted that no he’s not hallucinating, however cats are just randomly appearing on his hand.

* They continue to appear, circles with two triangles, some looking better than others and some with more odd features likes birthday hats or weird outfits

* He finally decided to read up on what could be happening and was quickly met with the term ‘soulmates’

* He had heard of this a long time ago from one of his brothers while he was still young (for a demon) and brushed it off as a fairy tale. Why had his soulmate only started communicating with his just now?

* He moved on eventually and time passed, a new human being introduced to his home and his family.

* It took an embarrassingly long time to realise that his human was also his soulmate, it wasn’t until you were both just chilling in his room and you were doodling something next to some words on your arm that he noticed a cat appearing on his own arm.

* “Look! The cat thing is happening!” He shouted, a lot more emotion out into it that he would’ve liked due to the sheer shock

* You stopped what you were doing and look at his arm, the cat drawing having ceased its being drawn while you stared at the cat, face turning into shock and then seriousness. Because that is the cat that you just drew.

* “Satan.” You said, just staring into his eyes without any expression

* “Yes, MC?” He responded, worried at your monotony. His mouth then gaped open and you showed him your arm, cat half doodled next to the words “page 236, sticky notes needed”

* You both just made dead eye contact for a second before your eyes both began to flick back and forth and your lips slowly started to quiver

* Both of your sweet laughters filled the room, how ironic that such a common book trope would be what flew under Satan’s nose for so long.

ASMODEUS: soulmate telepathy

* Ever since you turned 18, you had been hearing a voice in your head.

* Not necessarily in a concerning way! In the way it happens when you and your soulmate have both turned 18 and can finally communicate.

* At first, you thought that you were hearing things. Things like “Ooo, this would be a great touch to my outfit! ♡” and “Can’t believe my bath wasn’t 3 hours long today…” flooding your mind. Since when were you SO picky about your clothes and hygiene, even when not in the process of dressing or washing? And since when were your baths 3 hours?

* Quickly though, you realised that this voice wasn’t your own. It was a melodic sounding voice that felt like honey and most definitely did not belong to you.

* You had heard from your family growing up and your friends recently that once you had become an adult you would be able to communicate with your soulmate through your thoughts, proof of the bond your souls shared, thoughts intertwining together.

* You found that whenever you were deep in thought and rambling to yourself you’d be met with a “hon, slow down” in your mind or that whenever you were trying to figure out an outfit your soulmate would chime in to offer their expert advice without hesitation

* No hesitation at all, because Asmo had waited his entire life for this.

* Thousands of years of life believing that he had no soulmate, destined to forever be a player

* So long spent reading and gushing over cute romance stories where soulmate meet and finding comfort in romcoms about that very topic, and here he was finally with his own soulmate in his mind

* The way you would thank him for his advice before his mind went quiet from your thoughts again until you later told him how well everything went and the way you would ramble internally to him without even realising you were connected to his mind made his heart flutter, even without your face your voice and soul were beautiful

* One day he had been summoned alongside his brothers to the student council room to welcome the new human exchange student. It was a hassle that could be spent doing something more productive like his skincare or extra time in the bath, but he was still just so excited he had to tell you how excited he was to meet the new human!

* “New human?” You thought, but had no response from your soulmate before you appeared inside of a council room in front of 5 attractive strange men.

* You panicked and were kind of in autopilot mode as a tall man in all red introduced you to your situation and a slightly-less-tall man in black started to introduce you to his brothers

* You still had small responses in your shock, and a certain demon recognised your voice.

* You were immediately snapped out of autopilot when you heard the voice of the second brother you were introduced to, an admitted handsome man with slightly-pink-tinted light brown hair and stunning orangeish eyes said “Oh come now. Really? You should be that you get to introduce such a sweet and charming little brother like me!” And you froze.

* You looked like a deer in headlights to lucifer who was trying to introduce you to a blonde demon, but to Asmo, you looked like the most beautiful creature to ever walk the three realms (asides from himself, naturally) and the only person worthy of him.

* Asmo saw beauty in everyone, but everyone else paled in comparison to your face in this moment and your voice every other previous time he had heard it.

* He looked at you with knowing eyes and your eyes finally softened from your shocked face, finally understanding what he meant earlier by “new human”

* It would take time for you to get used to being in a new world with a demon as your soulmate, it would take time for him to get used to loving someone more intimately than as lust, but you both had eachother and the bond that ties your minds together and that’s all you needed.

BEELZEBUB: you share (some of) your soulmate’s pain

* It was growing unbearable.

* The slight yet constant ache in your stomach, a pit that was never quite full.

* For years you mistook it for your own hunger, not sure if you should be eating more or not

* It was always there, always something that disctracted you whenever you were left alone in silence or trying to sleep at night, always waiting for you to finish a meal just to make you feel that familiar ache again.

* It was just insufferable.

* It wasn’t just the hunger, though. There would be times where your muscles would ache like you had been working out without a proper cool down or your arms felt like they had bruised from defending or blocking against something

* You inquired with your friends about this and were just told that it would be your soulmate. You shared pain with your soulmate, and your soulmate always seemed in pain

* It wasn’t a pain that came from attacks or falling, just a pit that always felt so empty it hurt but could never be filled.

* Was your soulmate starving to death? You wished there was a way to help them, to soothe the pain, but without knowing who they are there was no way to fix it.

* As of present, you had been sent into the devildom a few weeks ago and had began to slowly feel adjusted to the devildom and your roommates and you had grown fond of one in particular: Beelzebub, the avatar of gluttony.

* You sympathised with him and his constant hunger since you yourself always felt a small bit of this hunger, even if you’d learnt by now that it wasn’t yours to fix

* So naturally, you hung a round him more

* You spent time with him whenever you could just because you wanted to, accompanying him to the gym or treating him to Hell’s Kitchen or even just sitting with him when he was lonely and missing his brother who had gone to the human world

* And it felt like every time you gave him the food you were craving so much, that pit in your stomach was filled just a bit

* Always there, never going away, but it felt just that bit more bearable and ignorable for a short while

* Who knew you were such an empath?

* Of course it crossed your mind of that Beel could be your soulmate, but what are the chances? You dismissed the thought whenever it appeared, not wanting to get your hopes up

* However, your hopes were validated one night in the kitchen with Beel.

* You were preparing him a small snack, just cutting up some devildom-style bread for him when you accidentally put your finger down at the wrong time in the wrong place and cut it

* You hissed at the pain, putting down the knife to look at your finger and you thought you heard Beel grunt.

* “MC, are you okay?” He inquired, approaching you to look at your finger while slightly cradling his own for some reason

* “Uh, yeah, I just need a plaster or something, would you mind..?” “Yeah, of course.” He continued to clutch his finger while reaching for the cabinet, letting go for a second to open it and grab you a plaster

* “Are you okay? You’re holding your finger too.” You were slightly worried by his mannerisms even though you didn’t see a cut on his fingers.

* “Yeah, my finger just hurt all of a sudden. It’s fine though. Here, I’ll put the plaster on for you.”

* You fell into comfortable silence as he opened the plaster and began pressing in down, but he pressed down a bit too hard which hurt you, causing both of you to hiss.

* “Seriously Beel, are you okay?” He nodded. “Yeah, it’s just like whenever you get hurt my finger hurts too.”

* Lightbulb. You realised finally that those slight considerations were valid and the connection you felt with Beel was real. The hunger you felt wasn’t yours and the reason it was numbed when you gave him food is because it was his.

* He seemed to have realised this too, because he paused and looked at you, slowly smiling.

* “MC, I just realised something. I think that-“ you cut him off with a kiss, smiling now too.

BELPHEGOR: you have a countdown until your soulmate’s death

* Surely there was an error in the system.

* Call you crazy but you didn’t quite think that 378,691,205,018 seconds is applicable to the human life span.

* You had come to the conclusion that your soulmate was either non-existent and the universe was fucking with you or they were some kind of non human entity and obviously both of these answers were stupid but at least the former was possible.

* You’d grown accepting overtime that you didn’t have a soulmate unlike how most of your friends did and that you’d never have that sort of unconditional love

* Not having a soulmate wasn’t unheard of, just uncommon.

* And you got the short end of the stick. That’s all there was to it.

* UNTIL you got randomly abducted one day into literal hell where pretty much all beings there loved for thousands of years.

* ‘Maybe I have a chance now?’ You crossed the thought out from your mind. First of all, these were demons and most of them had made attempts on your life at some point or another, and secondly almost all of them either a) didn’t have a timer, which meant no soulmate, b) had an insanely high timer that you’d never be able to reach or c) had already found their soulmate

* You sighed to yourself and began to lose hope again, walking up the stairs to the attic

* A short while ago, you had found a human locked in the attic, who had asked you to help him. You clicked, something in that moment just felt like it had been put in place like the final puzzle piece so you trusted him without really knowing why

* But you had even more recently found out from his brother that he was bulshitting you and that he was probably the demon Belphegor, so now you just wanted to figure out what was going on

* You continued to march up the stairs and finally arrived at the attic to confront him or at least question him

* “Are you Belphegor?” You cut to the chase not wanting to bother with any more of his lies.

* He was silent for a second before grinning, devilish look that you’d expect from the decent ruler or the underworld gleaming in his eyes as he said “Aww, so you’ve already figured me out, have you? Well, you’re no fun at all.”

* You glared, and tried to decide whether declaring he was a liar or asking why he was a liar would be a better idea

* But he spoke up again before you could decide.

* “That timer on your neck, what does it say?”

* You paused, not knowing the exact number. “Um, like, there’s hundred billion seconds-ish? Why?”

* “Because I’m a demon. I’m going to live long enough to fulfil that. Look at my timer, here. It has 13,140,014 seconds. No demon would live that short.”

* “And is thirteen million a lot of time?”

* “About a human lifespan, bit under.”

* You hummed. It made sense to you looking at it at the moment, though you could’ve sworn it was a little bit under your guess, you trusted him.

* Why? He lied to you about being a human, so why do you trust him?

* Because he’s your soulmate. There’s no doubt in your mind. The click, the need to trust him, even seeing him in your dreams. It was right.

* So you believed him, and didn’t give the thirteen million seconds much question. You were going to save him, save your soulmate.

* Because thirteen million seems like a long time, and I guess it was long enough for you to save him. Just not enough to do much more.

[whoisneo404]

Reader not even knowing he is into guys till he meet and starts liking nick after harboring feelings for a while he randomly asks nick out while they are hanging out

New Feelings.

Summary: your friend Chris introduces you to his brother Nick, not knowing that you’ll develop feelings for him.

Tw: cursing

I don’t remember when I started feeling like this. I think from the first time I saw him something changed inside of me. It was fall, Chris wanted to go hang out at a park and said his brother will come too, when I saw Nick for the first time something clicked in my brain, maybe it was his tattoos or his messy blonde hair, either way, I was infatuated with him. I got closer to him and started to hang out alone.

Most times I find myself looking at him, staring at his blue eyes, his smile. At first it was scary, I have never felt this way towards another guy, but after a while thinking and listening to him laugh, I realized this feeling is not momentarily.

I know Nick likes guys, I know he would date someone like me, I just don’t know if he would date me. It makes me go crazy to think about him rejecting me, but I’m more scared of never telling him how much I want to be with him. I truly believe he is the most amazing human being alive, he’s funny and handsome, hard working and kind.

‘’Are you fucking listening?’’ Nick softly punches my arm. We are sitting at the same bench we were sitting the day we met, it has been a few months since that day, a lot has changed.

‘’Sorry, I was thinking.’’

‘’Yeah, like you can think. What where you thinking about?’’

‘’Do you wanna go on a date with me?’’ I say without hesitating, he looks confused.

‘’What? Is this some kind of joke?’’

‘’Of course not, why would I joke about something like this?’’

‘’A date? Aren’t you like… straight?’’ he seems nervous.

‘’I’m not.’’

‘’I didn’t know.’’

‘’Me neither… Nick, look. I like you, a lot, I can’t stop thinking about you and us being together, I’m scared of this not working out, I totally get it if you don’t feel the same way but to be honest, I was more afraid of never having the courage to tell you. So, yeah, just tell me hat you feel, no hard feelings.’’

‘’I can’t believe this. I thought you liked girls.’’

‘’I do.’’ I mutter.

‘’I know. I mean like, only girls. Whatever, what I want to say is I like you too, I thought it was obvious, I had to force myself to act a certain way so you didn’t notice it. But I guess I should have just shown my true feelings. I’d love to go on that date with you.’’ He smiles warmly at me.

‘’Really? That’s awesome.’’ I smile widely, my cheeks burn a little. ‘’I already have a plan, oh god, that’s embarrassing, I said it before I though.’’

‘’You are so cute. Tell me about this plan.’’ He laughs at me and grabs my hand softly; I smirk and quickly glance at our hands.

‘’So, I was thinking. Picnic, arcade and ice cream. At the picnic we can do cute things like draw each other or something like that.’’

‘’Oh my god, I have seen people do that all over my tiktok. We have to do it.’’

‘’Great. So, maybe this weekend? Like Saturday maybe.’’

‘’That’s good for me… Have you told Chris about this’’ he says the last part looking at our hands.

‘’No. I wanted to tell him after I made us official, so, not yet. And about the also liking boys too, I don’t think it’s necessary to come out to them, maybe I can casually drop it in one of our conversations.’’ I say calmly.

‘’Sounds great. So, when do you plan to make us official?’’ I chuckle at this.

‘’After a few dates, I want to make sure that you fall in love with me as much as I fell for you, but I think that’s impossible.’’

‘’God, you are smooth. I like that idea, having dates, with you. It sounded almost impossible to me.’’

‘’We’ll we are here now. Sorry for making you think otherwise.’’ My thumb starts to rub his hand.

‘’It’s not your fault, I’m glad you said something about it.’’

‘’Me too.’’

Even when my confession wasn’t conventional, or the most romantic one, I know my feelings for him are real, and I’ll give my best for our next couple of dates to be the best he has ever had in his life. I’m gonna make sure that he sees how good of a boyfriend I will be. I can’t wait for us to finally be together, and for me to not hide my feelings for him anymore.

[unabashednightmarepizza]

Hiii could you make a dating Talbott Winger headcannons I love him so much and I really think he’d be like the I hate everyone but you trope

A/N: I'm sorry that it took such a long time for me to write but I was battling with stress and life lately, and now that I'm fine, I started to have so many ideas but I need to finish request and write the chapters that had been waiting for ages in my documents lol.

And thank you everyone, who waited patiently!

P.S: I don't remember whne this ask was sent so I'm gonna put this on my "Summer Celebration" post!

Requests are OPEN!

𝐷𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑇𝑎𝑙𝑏𝑜𝑡𝑡 𝑊𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝐼𝑛𝑐𝑙𝑢𝑑𝑒𝑠...

We all know Talbott is a silent boy, he prefers to stay away from trouble unlike a certain person that has his interest, but it doesn't mean that he doesn't have an adventurous side of him.

Yet, I still believe that he likes to have some kind of... control? When doing something? Like, yeah, he takes risks.

Just not extreme risks

Or, if you were to introduce him to some muggle vehicles, I think he would love to ride a bike with you and watch as your laugh would be carried to hus ears as the sight of you all happy and glowing would consume him.

Yeah, our boi definetly has a way with words.

Except the point that he made you swear to never talk about the first time he tried it as you showed how to bike, and he fell hard while being busy admiring you in return.

You, of course, accepted it with a giggle but not without crossing your finger because Bill demanded he had to know everything about your date.

He also swoons whenever you beat someone's ass in dueling. There were many times you rocked people's shits, especially Merula's since she always demanded one only to loose, to the point that no one actually stood a chance against you and refused to train.

Proud boyfriend Talbott and proud mama Bill moment 🥺😭

Like really, there isn't something you would do/make that he wouldn't be proud of and supportive

Crochet? Amazing, could you make a hat or a swan plushie? Draw? Excellent! Maybe you could teach me a few things, dove? You want to deceive the first years by playing an innocent game? Well, it's not like him... But he would be down with it anyways, especially after the ultimate "puppy eyes" weapon.

For some reasons, I see his whole vibe with you as Harry Style's "Golden" song 😭😭🥰🥰

It's literally the song that phrases your relationship!

"I know you were way too bright for me/ I'm hopeless, broken, so you wait for me in the sky..."

" Don't wanna let you know I don't wanna be alone/ But I can feel it take a hold, I can feel it take a hold..."

"I can feel you take control, I can feel you take control/ Of who I am, and all I've ever known lovin' you's the antidote..."

Since he didn't have his parents from a young age, and that they were killed right in front of him, Talbott had difficulties with associating himself with people around him.

That doesn't mean he hated them, or didn't want to talk. He did, he really did... He just didn't know how, and was scared that they would be gone too.

Especially early in your "friendship" that he often denied, but secretly liked the taste of the word on his tongue, he pushed and pushed people away, especially you... until only he was left.

But hey, it was a good thing that you were a persistent little shit because not only you were able to befriend him and show the true colors of life, show him that many people cared about him, you also took his heart and soul for yourself... like, for good.

Yeah, Talbott is definetly one of those rare guys who would stay loyal to his partner until the day he died and then even more.

If there was one thing you never expected from him by how he seemed so reserved, it was the fact that he was clingy when alone. Like, eagle boy would do anything to cuddle, hold hands with you, kiss and hug and do anything you ask for.

His hand holding is much more frequent than other forms of PDA. Talbott isn't very keen on them, since he hates attention, but hand holding under the table disecretly happens a lot.

He sits with you during breakfast and dinner, evennif you were in a different house, and your friends tease you for it affectionately.

He especially hold your hand thightly when he feels overwhelmed, or sad because of remembering his mother... to feel grounded, because he often feels like he lives in auto mode where he doesn't actually know what he is doing and doesn't have control.

That's when you step in.

When that happens, and Talbott usually tries to make it all go away through drowning himself in his studies, you would often look for him in thr library. But since he didn't want you to disturb your own peace just to find him, and he also didn't want to be found in a fragile state, he would go for less predictable areas.

He knew it saddened you whenever he refused to talk about his problems, he was aware and it broke his heart too... But he was scared.

You were the best thing that happened to him, even when he thought and still thinks he wasn't worth being loved, even when he thought he wouldn't find any ounce of happiness... Because why would he? He didn't have anyone left from his family at such a young age, his other relatives didn't care much and he was bad at socialising.

He fought and fought, but for what?

But then you came, stubbornly wanting to be his friend... Alongside the huge friend group you brought, and now he had a lot to loose but also a lot he gained.

He didn't understand why someone like you, the hero of Hogwarts, would find anything in him to activelly seek out to be friends with him...

But whatever it was, he was glad. Glad for your stubborn heart, glad because thanks to you, he found a new family.

You healed his aching heart with your sweet smiles, reassuring words and selflessness. Slowly but surely, you settled deep in his heart and after time, he realized he loved you... Immensely.

He couldn't pinpoint the exact moment obviously, but maybe... he always loved you, while watching from afar... While you won Quidditch, solved the mysteries about the Vaults, saved the school one many times... Or how you achieved more than average witch in your age, or how you risked your whole school life just to help him find the necklace of his mother.

Perhaps he realized right then and there that yes, he was in love with you and yes, he was already too deep to get out of that hole that was love.

And he didn't want to, for he was used to darkness when you came with the light of your eyes and heart, and saved him.

He could never be that boy he once was, and he didn't want to. Because now, he had you and a future to hold on to.

You both were the ones who confessed first, under the night sky as you both blushed at the cliche sight but you were content, happy to call this amazing, kind, thoughful and strong boy your lover.

Like I said before, there are a lot of things he wants to do with you: Travel together, have late night dinner dates, go to a beach, have a little cabin at the outskirts of Scotland...

But above all... There is one thing he wants to do with you the most one thing that often has him blushing and unable to sleep.

Grow old with you.

NOW TO THE FUN PART, ENOUGH DEPRESSING

Whenever you try to find him, out of class and studying sessions you both have, he is in the Owlery and all the owl LOVES him! Like really, whenever you two hang out in the school grounds, a flock of them comes and finds him and perches on both of your shoulders happily while picking on your hairs or hiding behind them in a way of playing with you.

He loves jewelries, mostly necklaces and bracelets, so whenever you buy something for yourself, he demands one too.

And he also loves matching with you too, so any necklaces, he's matching with you. It's one of the subtle ways of telling everyone that you/he was taken.

All the teachers and your friends knew you two would be end game, from how in love you both seemed and how Talbott started to smile genuinely after such a long time.

But what sealed it for you both was when he asked you to come to the Owlery, that he had an important thing to say and hive to you.

Imagine your surprise when he looked at you so softly and offered the necklace that had his mother's swan feather, accompanied with the pendants of his initials.

"This necklace used to be the sign of all the things I lost, a reminder of death... But I know my mum would have wanted you to have it, the girl who means so much to me, who I imagine my life to be spent with... I want this to be the sign of our love and my loyalty to you, for you to carry on your neck and hopefully never take it out... If you will have it and me..."

Like I said, he is a one-woman kind of boy and when you start a relationship and things started to get serious and deep, Talbott wouldn't shy away from hinting at marriage and a life together.

Because if this didn't show you the depth of his love, I don't know what would.

Another cute gesture he does with you, especially in like 6th or 7th year, is to wrap his arms around you from behind and put his chin on top of your head after laying a tender kiss there. ( why do boys get so much taller in like a few months when I'm stuck at the same height for the rest of my life 😭)

You two often visit and stay until late in the Owlery. That place had become some kind of a safe space for you both, where you can be with each other in silent, read books or simply feed the owls happily.

OMG HIS FAVOURITE WAY OF SPENDING TIME WITH YOU IS READING ❤️😍

You liked reading books by yourself, but when your boyfriend had a raspy voice and was food at imitations of the characters, you didn't have to do anything except laying back on his chest as you buried yourself in his smell as he read to you, thightenung his hold on your frame.

But just as you loved being read to, he actually likes it as well. He is just bad at showing and telling that. But whenever you see him looking at a book, then at you with a pout, you know what he wants.

And who were you to deny him of that when he looked so cute?

Madam Pince, even though she resented you for pranking her and was close to banning you from the library, was now looking at you and your boyfriend softly because one, you finally weren't there to break the rules but rather trully reading and two, you also helped her clean the library with Talbott too.

But none of you needed to know.

Now that I mentioned her, all the teachers have had bets about your love life. Like when one of you will confess, when you will have a kiss, when you will have a date etc.

And quite creepily, Minerva and Flitwick almost all the time knows when and where and wins quite a few galleons.

Snape couldn't care less, because he hated your guts... Or mayyybee he was slightly interested since you gifted him a cake and offered good mornings every day even though he would snap and he started to not hate you but just dislike.

Sprout was just happy to see her two favourite students together, alongside with Minerva, and offered her blessing with an enchanted flower that would never wilt.

But Dumbledore? Oh, he always knew from the start and didn't bother with such childish act... but he had bets going on with others in the ministry soo~ (Don't get me wrong, I still hate him.)

You know when Hermione said that girls could get in boys' dormitory but they couldn't enter girls'?

Yeah, there were many times you did that, at the beginning for cuddles... And later in your last year, for different things *wink wink*

Ehem, another act he loves doing are ( and I need to say, if a man did that to me, I would simply melt) taking your hand in his and putting it on his chest, where his heart is and kissing your forehead and lingering his lips there for a few seconds more.

Just imagine the feels and how hard your heart would beat I-

FLOWERS! YOU BOTH GIVE EACH OTHER FLOWERS ALL THE TIME!

You giving him flowers actually has a funny story because you thought he wouldn't like them, especially early in your relationship

But you couldn't help but think that daisies would look good on his dark, long hair

So you hastily went to Hogsmeade, came back in a hurry and sent a letter to him through your owl to meet you in the Owlery

It was definetly worth seeing the dark red tint on his skin when tou explained why you wanted to give him them

"I wanted to show you that I care and love you a lot, and flowers are a great way to show it, especially since I enchanted them!.. And by your reaction, I'll do that more in the future!"

And yes, you did so... Even after being married for such a long time, eventually having kid/s and in your 60-70

And he never stopped blushing and returning the gesture just as sweetly, always adding a little blessing and thanks to Merlin for bringing you into his life

This headcanons are already taking so long so I'll stop here before it gets out of control lol

And I'll go and continue crying at the corner because I don't have a Talbott in my life 🥺

[chibishortdeath]

Free will strikes again, these were some really fun doodles :3. I think Simon is allowed to be a little visual kei sometimes. Idk I just know he’d vibe with it. Explanations under a cut—

And also a couple unfinished doodles that were just intended to be rough pose/anatomy practice sketches, but ended up accidentally more detailed than intended 💀💀💀. It’s nothing graphic, but ⚠️slight artistic nudity warning⚠️ anyway in case d(>_< ).

Hehehe, this is based off of a photo from Malice Mizer live, it’s Simon in place of Mana and Fuma in place of Gackt. Very fun pose to draw!!! Especially cause it’s a pose with a whip and also cause idk why but I find poses with one or both arms up pretty easy to draw. And yeah yay, Fuma inclusion yippie :3!

I don’t have any other explanation for why this exists other than dresses are cool. So I made him one :D. The coord has a half caplet that connects to a shoulder paldron on the other shoulder by chain with a little cross. Under that there’s a blouse and skirt combo with patterns similar to his SQ armor and some rose thorn patterns around the ends of the sleeves and collar. Over that is a corset and under is a cage crinoline made to look like crosses peaking around the edge. Shoes carry outfit motifs like the roses on the bow tie and headdress and the lace throughout. Also, an eyepatch with cross on it because yeah, cute :3. I’d probably wear this if I had uh any skill in sewing at all (TwT ).

A not chibi version of the above outfit! Except probably without the crinoline with how the skirt fabric is sitting lol. Tbh I think Simon would probably be fine with this for a little bit and then get uncomfortable about having so many layers on. I don’t think he’d like tights at all 💀💀💀💀💀💀💀. Hmmm I’ll have to draw a version of it that’d be more comfortable for him hmm maybe tomorrow.

Another Simon holding Dracula’s heart artwork. Shout out to how this guy just carries this thing around for so long lol.

Simon facing off against his worst enemy: stairs! This one was practice drawing characters in backgrounds, since I’m so rusty at actually drawing those two things together (ToT ). I can draw a separate background fine, but the second I have to put someone in it I just completely forget what I’m doing XD.

This one is also a practice! He’s running up to the altar in Drac’s basement. The lighting was fun for this one, but I forgot to draw the whip in his hand 💀.

This one was an attempt at drawing a skeleton and keeping the same proportions in a drawing of someone (Simon) who is uh not a skeleton. Fun fact! It took me like 5 tries to get the skeleton to not just look like Papyrus Undertale cause holy heck do the skeletons from that game take a hold of some part of your art style and never let go 💀💀💀💀

CASTLEVANIA JUDGEMENT HAS HATS??? AS LIKE AN UNLOCKABLE?????????? So obviously I had to draw Simon (x2) with the bow options. Pink probs looks really nice with his hair tbh. And the striped bow was black and white so it fits with the Judgement design’s outfit. If I ever actually play this game again (I suck so bad at it), I’ll be trying to get these for the very important reason of Simon cute. :3

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Ok now these two. The first one was a different attempt at that Mana pose, but a bigger scale and a bit less exaggerated. I ended up having to do a ton of edits to it cause I kept making things too big or too small lol. And the second one is just a couple dynamic posing practices. They’re also excuses to draw more arm up poses cause they’re fun X3. He was just supposed to have like a generic placeholder rectangle er um uh there, but some of the sketchy lines ended up looking like what’s supposed to be in that spot, so I just didn’t wanna risk these being on main tags out in the open 💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀. Though, tbh, I’ve seen more explicit things on the tags so eh, better safe than sorry tho (- w - )

[cometcon]

I uh... I did it again. XD My brain has been going brrrr over this fucking GORGEOUS artwork by @zunkome2 on Xitter (click the view on Twitter button to see their art) and it inspired me to write fanfic of it. I love this art so fucking much!!!! I hope I can keep practicing and be as good as them one day. :D

So yeah, I could not stop thinking about this and I love that Blitz is canonically such a horse-girl, and I can totally see Striker realising and using that to his advantage in trying to draw Blitz in and hopefully get him on his side.

Anyway, my brain decided it was time to take like 5 hours of my day on and off making me try to write this to the best of my current ability. Enjoy. XD

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Blitz was in Heaven.

An ironic descriptor, considering their actual location, but picking a better one would have been impossible right then; especially with a hellhorse nuzzling his chest ever so gently in search of another rawhide strip. Her mouth may have appeared vicious - and technically yes, that Lovecraftian maw was capable of crushing flesh and bone to mush in a single bite - but the non-business parts were also far softer to the touch than anyone less familiar with the creatures might expect.

"Sorry. I'm all out," he murmured regretfully, giving the beautiful beast a scratch on her forehead as she shoved her muzzle into his other hand. He had to take a small step backward however when she suddenly whipped her head up and to the side with a greeting whinny. Strange. What was that abou-

"Lot of others would've lost a limb for that." The unexpected voice made Blitz tense, tail shooting straight out behind him in surprise before curling tightly, an embarrassed flush rising to his cheeks. He peered around the hellhorse's neck, praying his mortification wouldn't be obvious to the cowboy now leaning against his mount's side. How the fuck had he arrived without him noticing? Striker plucked the wheat stalk from between his teeth and smirked. "She likes you."

Blitz coughed awkwardly and began backing away, mind and mouth both rapidly trying and failing to come up with a believable excuse for his actions. "I was just- uh… I was looking for… We had them at the circus, see, and I thought maybe- Strips are really good for their teeth, you kn- I mean of course you'd know that! I just-" Striker's eyebrows had been climbing steadily higher beneath the brim of his hat the longer Blitz waffled on, and in desperation he found himself resorting to a ridiculous escape route he hadn't used since he was nine years old. "Ah, I think I hear Luna calling me! Coming Loonie!" 

He skittered across the corral and clambered over the fence, cheeks burning hot as he cursed himself silently. Why had he turned into such a blathering idiot in front of the one person he'd actually hoped to impress this weekend? Blitz knew a ruthless killer when he met them and Striker was clearly I.M.P material. After a pathetic show like that though, there was no way he would want to-

The ground under his boots had begun to vibrate while he fumed, faintly at first, then increasing to a thundering roll. He instinctively darted to the side and kept walking, expecting whoever it was to just barrel past him at the reckless speed they seemed to be going. But his path was abruptly cut off by a fiery grey mass, Striker expertly bringing his mount from full canter to a standstill in a cloud of dust. He swung her around to stand side-on so he could look down at the choking imp, that shit-eating grin Blitz was quickly becoming familiar with exposing a gleaming gold fang to the sunlight.

"Pretty sure your hound went bean-pickin' with the rest an hour ago," Striker commented, leaning forward to rest an arm on the pommel, free hand tapping his thigh absentmindedly, "Since you got so much free time to burn, how 'bout you come help me check the fences? Got a few posts loose on the South end thanks to that pesky varg pack last night." The hellhorse shuffled under him, pawing at the dirt and snapping her jaws a little at the mention of vargs. "Bombproof wouldn't mind catching a few either, I bet. Maybe you'll get to see her on the hunt."

"Oh, uh…" Perhaps he hadn't completely blown his chances after all? Striker certainly wasn't behaving like he thought Blitz a dithering moron, literally chasing him down to offer another opportunity to spend more time together and bond with Bombproof. What an incredible name for a hellhorse… No, focus! He could salvage this. He just had to pull himself together and show what a great prospect his group would be compared to farm work in the boonies. Preferably without turning into a rambling mess this time. He forced a nonchalant shrug. "Sure, why not?"

Striker slipped his boot free of the stirrup, hand extending in clear invitation. Blitz's brain stuttered, immediately dropping every part of his own peptalk as it dawned on him what the other had actually meant.

"What, you plannin' on walkin' there? It's miles of Wrath terrain. C'mon Blitz, I don't bite," Striker drawled, head tilting as his eyes took on a knowing glint, "Unless you ask nicely."

Well that decided it. Blitz was reaching for the proffered hand before he could second-guess himself, so caught up in his whirling thoughts Striker had to correct which foot the distracted imp tried mounting with. Blitz didn't have long to stew in his humiliation at least, preoccupied by the ease of how he was hauled into the saddle, hands directed to grip the pommel while the taller demon reached around him to grasp the reins. Striker nudged his leg out of the way, retaking the stirrup and leaving Blitz to squeeze Bombproof's sides tightly with his thighs as she responded to her rider. A moment later they were galloping down the driveway, wind whipping past their faces and her powerful form surging below them.

Blitz was wrong. His time in the corral had been a beautiful experience, but still only comparable to Earth at best. 

Now he was in Heaven. 

And he never wanted to fall.

[lunchtimebedamned1997]

Vee's Studies!

(scroll to the end for timelapse :3)

I'm like, kind of obsessed with them lmao. While I've drawn Vox quite a lot (I've been working on a Vox animation thing over the last month-ish) I hadn't done much of anything when it came to Val and Vel. I knew I'd want to do something with them all later on, but I wanted to get a good understanding of their designs, shape language, and the differences between the three of them so I can play a lot more when it comes to doing them (heh) in my own style.

So, since I was most familiar (and most obsessed with out of the three lol), I started with Vox :3

While I've been working on the animation project, it had kind of been an 'adjust-as-I-go'/'let's-bullshit-this' process, rather than doing the work of understanding why certain things looked more correct than others, so I still learned a LOT from this one study. (Plus the scene makes me wheeze and I happily took the excuse to use that moment as his study reference haha)

Obviously Val is... an asshole, to really undersell it. But this is hell, his character is interesting and his design is immaculate. I think I had the most fun with studying him tbh. Without his santa wings-coat he- *coughs* - yeah. Uh. Good design. I can actually believe that Angel fell for him at one point. Manipulative bastard - sorry tangents. ANYWAY! XD

VERY fun to draw, and a very good balance within these designs of showing off character attributes but also not taking themselves too seriously (The HATS these boys wear! *wheeze* did Velvette just give up fighting them on it? I've gotta know haha)

I missed color too much by this point to make them all match perfectly, and frankly - trying to draw canon Velvette without hue differentiation is AWFUL she has so many details and overlapping elements. If I ever have to draw Vel from 1x03 again I might cry.

Something about her 1x03 look actually makes me feel viseral irritation just by seeing it (like, even b4 I made myself draw it), but then I see her in 1x08 and I wanna draw her forever???? She's so fucking cool? So fucking cute????? The duality of man ig lmao

Anyway, the TLDR is that actually being conscious of how things are represented when drawing a character can lead to surprisingly immense insight... I feel like I not only understand so much more about how to represent their characters, but also a much firmer grasp about how the shape language in the show works.

These designs are immaculate and I had so much fun. I actually have a lot more I could say about this, but my period came today and I'm tired and this post is already massive so I'll leave things here for now! But yeah! Hopefully more Vee's in the future bc I love them!

Wishing you all well! <3

[your-pixels-are-showing]

concert dump (late bc I slept for two days and had to go back to the real world today):

I dragged my best friend along because I knew I would be a mess otherwise. (I convinced her with Eden’s beauty and the fact Aubrey is Chappell Roan’s bassist tho)

We met so many cool people there!! Shoutout if we met you (I was in a sparkly silver cowboy hat)

Two of the girls we met were also in school and one of them kept making Eden laugh with her jokes in between songs. She would say “that was actually kind of good!” or re-enact Mario’s “waaaah” amongst other things that really tickled Eden apparently. They ended getting Dash(?)’s set list. (rip we never got their names tho)

We were right up against the stage which was bonkers. (the stage is only a foot maybe off the ground btw) we were right in front of Eden so our view of Lewis was terrible 💔 I eventually switched with my best friend because apparently Lewis kept scaring her with how intense he looked while drumming LMAO

I made eye contact with Lewis a couple times whenever he wasn’t looking at Eden, Freddy, or his drums since I was right in front of him.

The dynamic between the five of them is adorable!! they clearly love each other so much and they would constantly look between each other for confirmation/support. I love how they got into each song with someone (usually Freddy) counting down.

Eden said we were the best crowd!! We sang a bit of one of the songs (I can’t remember which one) with her and she got a little emotional during one of them. All around the best vibes I’ve ever seen at a concert.

Once they left the stage I went to the bathroom and when I came back I literally passed right by Lewis without even realizing it until I turned around 💔

We ended up meeting The Wonderfool (the opener) and they were super cool!! (sorry to Matt, he kept talking to me but I was so nervous I probably seemed so uninterested 😭)

We had to swap lines a couple times because I don’t think Lewis realized how many people were actually waiting for him so he kept going to pack up but eventually we met Aubrey who is super cool!! We then met Freddy and Dash a couple times every time we bought merch (we went each separately before the show then twice after it ended).

AND EDEN!! Eden is literally my queen, she is so so sweet. We asked her how the tour was going and she mentioned again how Atlanta has been the best so far. I jokingly said she was just saying that but she insisted and was very charming. We took a couple selfies and then Dash offered to take a picture (he accidentally took a selfie first before turning the camera around 😭)

Oh! everyone complimented my cowboy hat which made me very happy.

I was literally about to give up seeing Lewis but my best friend would literally not let me leave until we saw him (very grateful for that lol) We asked Aubrey if she could grab him for a second. I felt so so bad because he kept trying to pack up and I think he was just tired or nervous with the show and everyone meeting him. I didn’t want to overwhelm him more so I just asked for his autograph and a picture. (He thought I meant a drawing which was funny so I asked if he drew and he said he drew all the album artwork and I felt so silly.) He was still very sweet and kind!! Pro tip: don’t wait until the very very end to meet him, I was stupid 😭

We left once we got the picture and when I looked at it I was initially confused because he originally went to side hug me but then let go of me and rested his fist on my shoulder… I panicked and thought I had done something wrong. But I realized that he adjusted because I did an awkward side hug too where I wasn’t hugging him all the way. so he was actually just being very respectful which makes me admire him so much more 😭

but yeah! anyways, here are some stuff from the concert, a picture of my best friend’s wallet they all signed (and laughed at), dash’s accidental selfie and a picture with me and eden/lewis!!

[kirby-the-gorb]

reply roundup!

had to put these on hold for a while for personal reasons </3 they're likely to still be infrequent, but in honor of kirb2k!

(my notes would only load back to mid september so I missed a couple weeks sorry :c but be warned that this is a long one! it's 3 entire months' worth!)

also, reminder that kirb2k ends tomorrow!!! preorders, commissions, and auctions will all close at noon pst on sunday december 17th! everything is linked in the pinned post or filed under the tag kirb2k!

first is one more birthday kirb from my friend @sleepy-sheep-wizard:

Realized halfway thru that I don’t know what Kirby looks like off the top of my head, so I got funky with it. Happy birthday, thank you for being a good friend

thank you again friend <3 getting funky with it is truly in the spirit of just drawing a little guy for fun, I love his little hat in particular.

on [mirror] @shapeshifterwithafez said: uuuh is Scherben bringen Glück/ Shards bring luck a universal saying? sounfs clinky as a direct translation. anyways in germany we say that shards of stuff you broke brings luck so I hope the luck finds you or smth sorry for rambling ^^

I'd never heard this saying before, but I think it's very sweet! thank you for sharing it with me :)

on [pipefight] @hauntedppgpaints said: goalies with a skate blade and their stick in hand

big hockey vibes for real yeah lol

on [pink] @gaydiation-poisoning said: ...I wanna eat that pink

honestly same, it's sooo pleasing

on [rain] @hive-heart said: Everything alright, daily kirby guy?

not really but sitting by the window in the rain is a good thing lol thanks for asking <3

(also the person who tagged that same post myhouse.wad made me laugh)

on [photo] @ceylonsilvergirl [added] a picture of their cat and said: get adored idiot!! see the hate in her eyes? I’ll make her love me yet!!

me @ my partner's cat

@violet-dragongirl said: oh! I have been meaning to ask! Have you played Kirby and The Forgotten Lands? I assume you did but just wanted to say that I did about a week ago and I loved it and thought of your art! ^.^ And if you haven't, yes, Carby is super adorable and amazing :3

I have! I got it very shortly after it came out, I had a really good time with it. I've been slowly replaying it recently with my partner, they were kind of fond of kirby just by proxy but since we started playing they adore bandee now and say he never gets enough screen time XD I'm glad you also had fun!

on [mice] @ceylonsilvergirl said: girls like swarms of things, right?

idk bro my wife wasn't so big on it when I got a gig housing 30 mice, but maybe she's weird. I liked them. (sadly one of the best paying jobs I've ever had up until the owner lost it and abandoned them with me, yes I still took care of them for the rest of their little lives) (and yes I also got my wife's okay before I took them on in the first place)

on [covid] @mordantivore said: reading posts from when the era of covid safety was declared anathema and ended is haunting. we were so desperate to find ppl willing to help us stay alive. there are fewer of us now bc “allies” are worthless & more of us have died

yeah. fuck. I'm lucky that the people in closest proximity to me are at least moderately careful, but me and my wife and partner are usually the only ones wearing masks anywhere we go except sometimes the employees and I know they don't always wear them when they're out without me.

on [swim] @northeasternwind said: Jdjdjfkg imagining Kirby being way more bouyant than your average human so them gotta exhale REAL HARD or attach nega-floaties (sinkies?) like weights to dive

lol yeah they probably gotta try So Hard to actually get under the water. (I think diving weights/ballast is a thing that humans use too? I've never gone diving, having my face underwater stresses me out -n- )

on [float] @nickiemoot said: he has to go now. his planet needs him. *slide whistle*

I can only hear this as that one similar part from one of the asdfmovies, it delights me

@vampiricarus said: if you see this just know i love your art so much

aww thank you! <3

anonymous said: just wanted to say I love Kirby and I love your art! I’m always excited to see it on my dash. thank you for bringing a little joy to my life :) I need it once in a while like I’m sure a lot of others do too! Keep up the good work :))

thank you! drawing a little guy brings me a little joy too, I'm glad it can do the same for others <3

on [drain] @ceylonsilvergirl said: I’m sorry you’re having a rough time. Existing is hard work sometimes. A lot of the time

fuck dude it sure is <3 especially when my body keeps trying to shut down lol

on [mud] @why-are-all-the-fun-urls-taken said: Hey man are u doing ok

I am not, thanks for asking <3

on [tummyache] @hobgirl said: :o kirby the gorb why would you do that!!!!! why!!!!!

I didn't want it to go to waste!!! everyone is dumb sometimes!!!

on [wizard] @eau-the-agony said: not enough appreciation in the wizarding world for garlic salt spell. its all kung pow penis tgis and ketamine ape that. not enough of the small joys which carry us through the horrors like a dinky garbage raft

you are so right. the small joys are the most powerful of all.

on [wizard] @beepbeepdespair said: somehow didnt know garlic salt was a thing until this moment. now i really want some. i think i just found a kg of it online for 12 quid??

I am so pleased that you now have the knowledge of Garlic Salt Spell, I hope you got to try it out for yourself :D

on [zelda] @chaos-squared said: Good job!! I’ve had it for longer yet still haven’t completed it ;w;

nothing wrong with that! I only finished it as quickly and thoroughly as I did because I was basically bedridden for all of october, as long as you enjoy the time you do spend with a game it doesn't really matter how much time you spend or how far you get.

on [brave] @gudetamalover said: me tomorrow afternoon when I get all four wisdom teeth out

I'd already had several other oral surgeries on account of Weird Teeth before I got my wisdom teeth out but it still knocked me on my ass for a couple days, I hope your recovery went as smooth as possible! (altho that was also like. 15 years ago. and general anesthesia has gotten a lot better since then.)

on [shiny] @angst-and-fajitas said: Like to slap his bald head reblog to slap his bald head

bald! bald! bald! bald!

on [powerwash] @chronicdilf said: decemberb 16 im goign to walk across the damn stage get my damn diploma folder im going to go home and POWERWASHER SIMULATOR JUST LIKE KIRBY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

yeah!!! you're gonna do it!!! you might be doing it right now even!!!

on [cooked] @hobgirl said: oh mood kirby..... struggling with the very last paper i need to write before i can graduate and its got me feeling this way fr

ough, I hope you made it through your paper! lots of people graduating tho that's so cool, congrats to both of you!

on [bears] @jupiterlandings said: I get so happy every time I see Cake and the name Cake being tagged :)

it's such a good name for a bear, I'm grateful you thought of it!! especially given the best I could do for the other one was "kirbear" lol

@violet-dragongirl said: omg seeing that Fav Grobs Post you recently put up makes me so happy! over a thousand (and then some!) GORBS?! :D I'm not only impressed but so proud ya made it this far and I'm so glad you got possibly more to go of Kirby!! :D!! Really great job 🥰🥰

thank you! I'm gonna hit 2000 days of drawing kirby tomorrow, that's so wild!

on [popular] @timeturner-jay said: Op your Kirby art brings so much utter joy you have no idea <3

yay I'm glad <3 I love to draw a little guy, it's good I'm not the only one having fun lol

I got a lot of "good blaze op" on the [macarena], and you're all correct, thank you for recognizing my great decision making B) (I'd been meaning to add the music and blaze it from basically the moment I drew it, I've just been really sick so it took a while.)

(also even if I don't always gather them in the roundup there are names I recognize showing up repeatedly in the tags, some of whom have been here for years, and I'm always glad to see you're still around!)

[azlan-snow]

Broadcast Husbands

Chapter Eleven: Luci's Night Out

(Told from Lucifer’s POV. Starts before he enters the gambling den.)

As I prepare to go out into society, (wish me luck), I looked at my phone, and text Charlie. ‘I’ll see you later, okay?’ She responds quickly, saying, ‘Okay!’ She must be happy, since it’s been a couple of centuries since I saw her. Ever since she started her little project, she’s been living there since. I distanced myself from her, still hurt from Lilith leaving. But that changes today! I’m going to go out and meet someone today. Not romantically, of course! I would never. Only to gather information! Even if it’s a bar. Maybe I’ll gamble a little! Meet someone nice in this hellhole. Ha! I crack myself with my own jokes! I’m pitiful, aren’t I. But I can’t afford to talk to myself like that. I have to act like I haven’t been depressed for the past centuries. This’ll be fun.

I grab my hat and head out the door, spreading my wings out and being embraced by a cold gust of wind. I take off, looking for the place I am looking for. I spot it, fly down and mentally prepare myself to enter. “I got this, right?” I push open both doors, startling everyone inside. “Sorry!” I walk towards the bar and see the one I was supposed to be meeting, I think, conversing with others. “Excuse me, gentlemen. I am looking for the Cannibal Overlord. Do you happen to know where she is?”

The woman in between them looks at me with wide eyes and a smile. “Hello Lucifer! My name’s Rosie. A pleasure to be meeting you in person, your Majesty.” The woman curtsies generously towards me, the other two companions also bowing towards him. 

“Who’re you guys?” 

“My name is Vox, your majesty. This is the Gambling Overlord, Husk,” the TV headed man says.

“Gambling Overlord?”

“Yes, your Majesty,” the cat-looking demon says, his tail prominent and swaying. “If I knew you had an important meeting today, Rosie, I wouldn’t have asked to have the appointment today.”

“It’s quite alright! But could you be a dear and pour us some drinks, Husker?” 

“Of course. What would you like to drink, your Excellency?”

“An apple martini would be lovely. Thank you.”

“Right away. And for you, Rosie?”

“Just a whiskey on the rocks.”

“Coming right up.” The cat man walked off to retrieve the ingredients needed for the martini and left us three. “So, how is the current Overlord situation?”

“Peachy, your Highness. Almost everyone is keeping to their respective territories.”

“Almost?”

“Velvette and Valentino are encroaching on other’s territory, threatening to start a war.”

“Interesting. On whose territory?”

“Mine,” says the man named Vox. “They’re trying to bait me into leaving my husband and creating a triage of power together.”

“Husband?”

“The Radio Demon, sir.” 

“Never heard of him. The only Overlords I know and get along with are Rosie and Zestial.”

“That makes sense. Zestial has been down here a very long time.”  Husk returned with our drinks and left again without another word to us. 

As the three of us talked, people became more and more interested in me. Vox noticed my uncomfortability. “Would you like to go somewhere less hectic, Your Grace?”

“Grace? Please. I’m the King. But yes, I would. It seems that we are drawing attention to ourselves.”

“Follow me. Goodnight, Rosie.”

“Safe travels, everyone!” Vox, Husker and I leave the den, and walk towards the edge of Pentagram City, conversing and laughing on our way there. And there just happened to be Charlie, my beloved daughter’s hotel, renovated and everything. “What happened?”

“What do you mean happened?”

“To my daughter’s hotel! It didn’t look like this!” Husk spat out his drink as he heard this. 

“Your daughter? Charlie’s the Fuckin Princess?!”

“Of course she is! Don’t you see the resemblance?” Husk stares at me, tilts his head sideways, and nods before speaking. 

“Yeah. You both have eye bags that could carry a circus. And rosy cheeks.”

“Excuse me?” 

“Ya heard me. Look at ya’ daughter and you’ll see.”

The doors are opened in response of Vox’s knock by what I’m guessing is the radio demon, but I’m not 100% sure. “Who’re you? What are you doing in my daughter’s hotel?”

“Your Majesty! Didn’t think we would receive such a Royal guest! Especially this late at night!” The man smiled devilishly. It was highly unnerving. “My name is Alastor. A pleasure to be meeting you, quite a pleasure,” he says as he offers me his hand to shake. He’s about twice my height, same thing with Vox. He kneels down, as if he were submitting to me, bowing his head as I shake his hand.

“That’s really unnecessary, Alastor.”

“It’s quite proper. Ma didn’t raise a disrespectful man, that’s for sure.”

“Thank you.”

“Of course. It’s what you deserve. Your daughter is resting for now, she’s had a rough day, according to my husband.”

“Oh. You’re Vox’s husband, huh?”

“Indeed! Proud to be his one.”

“What made Charlie’s day so bad?”

“That’s something we can discuss inside, Your Excellency.”

“Very well.” We all walk in and place ourselves accordingly in the main room by the fireplace. “Charlie and I met with the first man today, and it went horribly wrong.”

“You met with Adam? That son of a bitch isn’t deserving of my daughter’s time. How bad was it?”

“Bad. He moved the extermination up six months.”

“I can’t do anything about it, either.” I sigh heavily, burying my head in my palms, feeling helpless. “If I may interject, your Majesty,” the red demon asked, his smile ever so present.

“Go ahead.”

“I believe Charlie merely needs a chance. She’s determined, and is rather adamant about this.”

“And?”

“Charlie just needs someone to believe in her,” Vox exclaims, looking at me in reassurance.

“Very well.” I stand up, knowing good and well that I need to return home. “When I come here tomorrow, act like you’ve never met me. Charlie doesn’t need to know about tonight.” All the men nodded in agreement. As I depart, I hear something from the Radio Demon.

“He’s different than before.”

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okay people I need everyone to drop everything now and LOOK AT MY DARLING MARI OMG, Hadley @supermarine-silvally was kind enough to make me art of Mari and I Have Not Stopped fangirling over it since they sent it to me. this is my new roman empire now (as if I need another reason to go feral over Mari)

check under the cut for a surprise 🤭 minor spoilers for Wano, but it’s just one line tbh

"Bepo, don't touch that! It's not done yet!"

The polar bear hung his head as he drew his paw back from the half-finished cannon, "Sorry."

"Don't apologize!" Penguin chastised, the penguin charm on his cap shaking in tandem with his head.

"Yeah!" Added Shachi, tossing a dirty look at Kenji, who raised his arms in surrender, "We're all on the same level here, so don't order us around like you're higher than us, Strawhat!"

"Aren’t you bossing us around right now?"

As the Strawhats -- mostly Franky and Chopper -- and the Hearts started to argue, a huff of laughter diverted the two crewmates’ attention to the last crew’s second-in-command. Killer had his arms crossed in front of his chest, mask covering his face as always; Kenji didn't make a complaint as the blond-haired man shoved through the throng of people and wrapped a muscular arm around his shoulder.

"Pretty sure Kenji knows his stuff better than you, Heart. So listen to him on this."

"Stop ordering us around!"

Chaos descended back on the Sunny as the crews, now three rather than two, shot insults and jabs at each other. Under the deck, the captains exchanged glances at the ruckus.

"Your crew’s done something again, Strawhat."

"Why me? It’s probably Jaggy's fault!"

The redhead threw a spoon at Luffy while spewing a stream of insults. Sighing, Law raised a hand to tug on his hat, only to remember that the top of his head was empty. Kid’s head was similarly void of his usual headgear, something Luffy didn’t hesitate to point out as soon as he stepped into the room.

"Jaggy! Your hair looks good without your goggles!"

Kid snapped his head in Luffy's direction. The blue hairband holding his hair back was distinctly not a part of the captain's wardrobe. Indeed, the accessory stood out among the reds and blacks that Kid favored like how Law's lack of his cap also drew Luffy's attention as soon as he saw the doctor.

"Did I miss something? Why are you not wearing your hat, Tra-guy?"

Behind him, Kid made a sound that was a mixture of a scoff and a snicker, "Yeah Doctor, where's your hat?"

With a glance at the hair accessory perched on the redhead, Law’s mouth twitched slightly, "You know perfectly well where it is."

Up on the deck, the Heart, Strawhat, and Kid pirates had each taken up a corner of the ship. Arguing about everything from whose captain was the strongest, to which crew had the greatest feats; Zoro looked ready to draw his swords and dice up the next human (or mink) who said Law was the best out of the three captains, and Kenji just seemed flattered that he managed to start such a debate.

That was, until Mari slid down from the crow's nest.

"Brook," she started, striding across the wooden floor with soundless steps, "It's your turn to keep watch, my shift's done."

The skeleton opened his mouth, but only the clack of his jawbone falling to the floor came out. Bepo, Penguin, and Shachi had identical looks of shock on their faces; even Killer seemed surprised behind his mask.

Mari's forehead furrowed as she took in their expressions, "What?"

"Mari," Kenji said from his place next to the Kid Pirates’ second-in-command, "What's that on your head?"

Reaching up, Mari repeated her crewmate's question with a confused look, her eyes widened for a fraction of a second as she registered exactly what sat on her head, then her face returned to her usual expression of boredom.

"A cap."

"Just a cap?" asked Kenji, smile too wide for it to be normal. Mari’s eyes narrowed at him, but he didn't seem to be fazed by her as she answered simply:

"And some goggles."

Kenji nodded sagely, turning around to tap Killer on the shoulder, "Kill, don't you think my crewmate's new goggles look familiar?"

The blond man nodded back just as gravely, the gravity of his stance offset by a few gasps of laughter escaping him as he observed, "I've certainly seen it somewhere."

"Captain's cap?!"

"Are those Kid’s googles?!"

"Has anyone seen my jaw?!"

Numerous pairs of eyes turned around to look at Brook.

"Ah, here it is! Thank you, Robin."

Robin’s arm replied with a thumbs up.

"Ah-ah," said Kenji, bringing the attention back to the woman about to leave the deck, "where do you think you’re going, young lady?"

"I’m two years older than you."

"Barely two years older than me."

"Still counts."

"On paper maybe, but --"

"Why do you have Captain’s hat?!" Demanded Bepo, flanked by Penguin and Shachi, who were both glaring at Mari under the shades of their own hats, "You stole it, didn’t you!"

Removing her hand from the doorknob, Mari sighed softly and tugged at the spotted brim of the hat, "Your captain gave it to me."

"Did Kid also give you his goggles?" Came the question from Wire.

"He shoved them in my face and stomped off."

"Sounds like him," Heat muttered, getting a chorus of agreements from his crew.

The Heart Pirates, on the contrary, weren’t so easily convinced, "Why would our captain give anything to a Strawhat?"

Mari shrugged in response, tucking a hand behind her back as the other one started to open the door leading down into the interior of the Sunny, "He doesn’t explain things to me. And if that’s all, I’m going to finish my chores."

"I’ll come with," Sanji piped up, pushing his way through the throng to follow his crewmate, "it’s time to get started on dinner anyways."

The door swung shut behind the two.

Kenji held his hand out to Killer, who sighed and rummaged in his pockets for a wad of Berry, which he placed in the other man’s waiting palm. Brook, now with his jawbone, coughed awkwardly and moved to the crow’s nest to keep watch. Bepo, Penguin, and Shachi were still muttering and casting furtive glances at where Mari had left the deck. And for a moment, there was only the sound of waves lapping against the sides on the ship.

In the kitchen, Mari was silent as she chopped up the vegetables into small cubes; Sanji was the same while he grinded herbs and spices into a paste -- until he put down his pestle and asked:

"Is Kid wearing your hairband?"

Her knife suspended in midair, Mari glanced over at the blond, a small smirk growing on her face as she nodded.

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K Reviews and Rants: Miraculous Ladybug Season 5! Episode 3

Once more, I arrive like a comet, and once more, I depart, having left a glimpse into the madness within my mind! As always, warnings for profanity.

Episode 3: Destruction 

Okay, we get the first major scene, Marinette moping around... okay, I'll give props to Alya for seeing what Marinette would like with her tea, even if I'm still annoyed at what she did LAST episode. Really annoyed at how much they keep reiterating "how many powers Hawkm-sorry, MONARCH has," since it's not like it's any different from the fucking AKUMAS!!! 

And now we get Monarch trying to demand Orikko give him the power of time travel (while ignoring that he can FUCKING AKUMATIZE HIMSELF AGAIN TO DO JUST THAT YOU HAVE ALREADY GIVEN PEOPLE TIME TRAVEL POWERS!!!), and we get a vague and unhelpful explanation about how Kwamis' powers are tied to concepts... which doesn't actually answer why in the world Orikko can't give him the power to travel through time, since AGAIN, Nooroo has given powers like that in the past, WE KNOW THAT HE HAS. 

And now... we get Astruc's "that's not a power, that's a wish" BS. Just... this is idiotic. Tracking down someone else's source of power is VERY MUCH A POWER, it is not "a wish!!" Where in the fucking world is he drawing the lines in the sand with this!? This is nonsensical!! He's going out of his way to put as many needless roadblocks in Gabriel's way as possible, and when it is THIS OBVIOUS what someone is doing, it's just stupid. 

See, yanking the villains' chain to force them to rethink their plans can work... BUT NOT WHEN YOU ARE VISIBLY MAKING UP THE RULES AS YOU GO ALONG!!! 

Seriously, FUCK THIS SHIT Astruc! There is no coherent ruleset on display here, you are not TELLING us what the actual rules ARE, and making up exceptions and excuses at the drop of the hat! This is like that kid who always goes "you missed" in a game of pretend and will keep coming up with reasons WHY you missed, no matter how obvious he's cheating to always win he is. IOTA's blog is very well-named if Thomas thinks THIS is good writing. GOD DAMMIT does this piss me off!! 

Heck, like I said, WE KNOW THE BUTTERFLY CAN GIVE TIME TRAVEL POWERS, so not only is Orikko's claims suspect, HAWKMOTH HAS ENDED UP FORGETTING HIS ACTUAL POWERS!!! 

Like, I know "forgot about his powers" has its place as a trope... but this is transparently BS. 

Yeah... this is all just stupidity on so many levels. And we also have another case of why the "can't infringe on another Kwami's concept" line is BS. Hawkmoth literally gave Copycat a one-to-one replica of Chat Noir's Cataclysm without any kind of issues AT ALL. 

And now, we get a scene of the Kwami chanting "meanie" over and over again at Gabriel... and these things are meant to represent ancient miniature deities. Riiiiiggghhhttt. Like, is this meant to appeal to the target demographic? Because... dude, Thomas, this is just plain stupid. I have no other words beyond "you are making the ancient GODS act like five year olds." Uuuggghhh... 

And... apparently Marinette is still considered their holder... why? Like, what kind of BS is this?? What is the significance of being a holder?? We got a single scene ONCE in Season 2 of Gabriel "renouncing his contract with Nooroo," but this has never once been shown to have any serious significance before. Also, why would MARINETTE be considered their holder!? She's barely used ANY OF THEM AT ALL IN BATTLE OR IN GENERAL!!! 

Okay, Gabriel apparently had a good idea (for once) in asking the Kwami "where does Ladybug LIVE," which is honestly a pretty good loophole... IF I WERE NOT STILL PISSED OFF AT THE RULES-LAWYERING PRIOR TO THAT. And the best answer he gets is something to do about following the scent of crescent rolls, which is also a fairly decent loophole... but I have a bad feeling about where this stupidity is going to end. 

And... we get Hawkmo-sorry, "Monarch" In Marinette's bedroom. Nothing creepy about that, no siree bob! And... apparently this is the first step in some deeper, longer plot Marinette set-up. UUGGGGHHH!!! Gabe... you explicitly asked them "where does LADYBUG live," and going by how the magic literally makes you able to forcibly prevent the Kwamis from making sounds, they SHOULD NOT BE ABLE TO LIE TO YOU, so I'm pretty sure you should be able to figure out Marinette is Ladybug, after all, YOU FOUND OUT IT WAS HER IN TWO SEPARATE TIMELINES BASED ON A SINGLE LINE FROM YOUR SON!!! 

And a scene of Marinette's clumsiness... I haven't commented on this yet, but the way they portray her clumsiness makes me cringe because of just how... overexaggerated it tends to be. 

See, Thomas... a way this fiasco could've worked better would be if you applied "Lex Luthor rules" to this situation; have Gabriel be able to REALIZE Marinette is Ladybug... and then discard it because his own biases can't imagine his sworn enemy living such a mundane, humble life. THAT would make this massive pileup of plot contrivance SO MUCH MORE TOLERABLE. 

And now we get confirmation the Kwami are lying through their teeth to Monarch. Which makes all this plot contrivance EVEN WORSE because it makes me question why in the world he was able to bully answers out of Nooroo. Again, WHY THE FUCK HAS THIS SHOW NEVER DEFINED WHAT A HOLDER IS!? If they had, I'm pretty sure ninety percent of my headache over this episode would be fucking GONE already. 

And Marinette going on a rambling rant about her insecurities... really not the time and place. Also, not gonna lie, I like the subtle emphasis Monarch gave "Voyage." Also, how is the ice rink guy not freaking out over the LITERAL SUPERVILLAIN in front of him? You know what, not gonna think about this, the entire thing has been contrivance after contrivance since it started, THAT bit of "no survival skills" is honestly low on the ladder. 

And now... we get Monarch captured by Ladybug with Chat Noir posing as a statue... I'm gonna be even blunter than normal, what the fuck is even the point of this colossal ruse!? Seriously, this entire fiasco would've been more interesting if the scavenger hunt was REAL, but we already know it isn't because like FUCK the Kwami don't know where Marinette lives. Seriously, all this, just to get him into position to get Monarch, despite knowing all the places he's going to go on the hunt!? Like, they couldn't have put up an ambush earlier down the line, or, I dunno, at least put up the illusion of chasing him to make him think he's on the right trail!? And I can't remember, but isn't their really a statue of Chat Noir alongside the Ladybug statue? Then how was Chat able to take its place? Heck, this ENTIRE SET UP seems reliant on Chat being able to find out that Monarch is following the hunt and getting into position, since without him around, THEY CANNOT THREATEN HAWKMOTH USING THE CATACLYSM. Dear god is this fiasco poorly thought out, repress repress repress...!!! 

They also try and pull a "the Kwami had no choice...!" despite all the plot contrivance they baked into this stupidity. Also, did Marinette REALLY leave her address, sticking out of PUBLIC STATUE!? Granted, she could always replace it, but why the FUCK wouldn't one of the janitorial staff thrown it away!? Just... just gotta move on... 

Also, why in the world are they not taking all the Miraculouses right now, when they captured him?? They don't NEED HIM TO DETRANSFORM!! Seriously, they have FIRST HAND EXPERIENCE that it will happen automatically as soon as they take it off, so why did they waste so much time explaining how they set all this up!? Like, this is basically them wasting time when they have the villain LITERALLY HELPLESS!!! And then... Hawkmoth throws himself on the Cataclysm. Like... props for being hardcore, I guess. Though I do agree with Chat Noir, IS HE NUTS!? Seriously, Thomas, I must reiterate, WHAT ABOUT THIS GUY IS SUPPOSED TO BE SYMPATHETIC!? 

And when Hawkmoth uses Kaalki (seriously WHY DID THEY NOT GRAB THE MIRACULOUS THAT LETS HIM RUN AWAY FIRST!?) to escape, we get a scene of the Kwami being sucked away... I... I honestly do not remember if that's how that is supposed to work, because I distinctly remember a sick Tikki being able to be moved quite a decent distance from Marinette when she got mistaken as a toy by Chloe in Season 1, so why did they all get sucked away with him?? 

And Thomas, if you are gonna pull another "Marinette must always make a mistake" card moment for this BS... check. Your fucking. PRIVILEGE. Sorry if that doesn't make sense, but every time, EVERY FUCKING TIME We get stupidity like this, it feels like Thomas rips out that card as a "get out of criticism free" moment, and gloats about how genius he is. This is just idiotic on every level. 

Okay, and now we get the obligatory "what have I done/We failed moment" with the heroes. And Chat's being torn up over having Cataclysmed Hawkmoth, which I would say is a good thing... if I didn't know what was coming later on. 

But him going "he must be in so much pain." It feels OFF on every level. 

And now we get the breakdown of Marinette's plan... and it is still incredibly contrived since, AGAIN, it relies on the idea that the Kwami CAN lie to Hawkmoth, which undermines a lot of threat factor by making him have so little control over their actions. It's the fiasco with Queen Bee at the end of Miracle Queen all over again; like, Hawk Moth STOLE the Kwamis, and can com

mand them easily... but when Chloe tried it, they could just... tell her no? There is no consistency here. Like I said before, this would honestly make a better plot if it actually WAS a scavenger hunt for the Kwami to get back home, and Marinette had to scramble to lay a trap for him. 

Like, so much of this is Marinette acting like a chessmaster... and it falls flat on its face because of how much contrived BS is baked into the REASON Hawkmoth had to stumble ass-backwards into this shitty trap!! 

I just... I don't GET THIS. If they had taken time to set up how much will and independence Kwamis actually have with their wielders, defined what even a holder IS and what it means in terms of Kwamis, MAYBE this wouldn't be such a fiasco. But given this starts point blank with them adding a bunch of poorly defined qualifiers onto how the Rooster Miraculous WORKS as well as Hawkmoth FORGETTING HOW VERSATILE HIS OWN FUCKING POWER IS... yes, this is shit. 

And we get into the home stretch, Marinette is upset about how she failed, which is good. She honestly NEEDS genuine failures, REAL setbacks. And by "genuine" and "real" I mean ones that are actually the result of her fucking up. Even SUPERMAN fails sometimes, so why in the world would Marinette be an exception!? Yet... rather than consoling Marinette that she can do better next time, and that this showed how well she can plan strategically in the long term rather than just spontaneously... instead she basically writes off how much of this contrived fiasco had to go off PERFECTLY and involve Hawkmoth playing right into their hands, the numerous plot contrived BS forcing him into that situation in the first place, AND the fact that Marinette and Adrien accomplished NONE OF THEIR ACTUAL FUCKING GOALS, to say that this plan was a success and that Marinette's an amazing superhero. I'm sorry, but sometimes a hero doesn't need a boost to their self-esteem, they need reassurance that a failure doesn't define them. Alya, you fucked up right here, and Thomas, the fact that you aren't even acknowledging how the heroes failed to retrieve EVEN A SINGLE FUCKING MIRACULOUS just shows how contrived this BS plot really is. 

All that's left is Gabriel turning the Miraculouses into Rings, AKA the advent of the stupidest fucking costume in the show. I'll admit, while his "original" Look as Monarch wasn't the best, at least they put some FUCKING EFFORT into it. I even liked the stained-glass look. But what's coming? Blech. 

Oh, and the stupid as hell all white suit. Seriously dude, you DID NOT NEED THE SUIT. Just making your old suit fit tighter would've concealed the cataclysm injury just as fine. NOW it's over.

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Cyberchase - The Hacker's Most Humiliating Defeat

I wanted to draw attention to what may well be The Hacker's most humiliating defeat. Yes, I am aware that he has gone through his villain decay during the show's long run. However, my go-to example is from way back in the early days, specifically April 14, 2003. This was when they released "Numberless Poddles", an official webcomic made for the pbskids.org website.

The basic plot is that The Hacker stole the numbers off the Poddles of Poddleville. He also stole their record book containing all of their numbers. Finally, he made them forget everything. We learn from the comic that, in Poddle society, the number a Poddle is given dicatates what they are supposed to do. Without their numbers, nobody knows what to do, and Poddle society screeches to a halt. That is a much more dystopic description than we ever got in the show.

This comic is weird. They made the backgrounds using screenshots from Season 1 Episode 7, "The Poddleville Case". This was a tweaked version of the original 1999 pilot, which was known for a wonkier art-syle than what became the final show. Then, they sort of stuck their own drawn images over the backgrounds. Their drawings are in a completely different style, which clashes with the backgrounds. Still, I recommend any fans of the show to read all of the official Cyberchase web comics. They were taken off the site years ago, and the Wayback Machine Archives are missing pieces. However, they have been restored in full as part of Blue Maxima's Flashpoint Archive Project. Anyway, before we get to The Hacker's humiliating defeat, here is one example of the disconnect between the original pilot screenshot and the art. There is a scene in the comic where Motherboard gives instructions to the kids. For the background, they used a screenshot of the pilot where Motherboard gave instructions to the kids. That's about the easiest way they could have assembled a comic panel with Motherboard an the kids. However, Digit is also in this comic. Recall that he wasn't in the original pilot. How did they add him in?

It's like they put a sticker on top of some grainy VHS footage. Would you like to see The Hacker's double chin? No. Too bad.

Yeah, they wanted a shot of The Hacker, Buzz, and delete with The Hacker in this pose. But they didn't like his face, so they drew another face. You can see his iconic chin from the pilot sticking out, though they covered up most of it. The face from the background shot would have worked though, so I'm not sure why they changed it. Oh, and don't mind the Poddle eggs. They aren't part of this story. They're only here because the webcomic uses screenshots from the pilot.

But the main point of this post was to talk about The Hacker's humiliating defeat. Skipping ahead, the kids find the stolen book in the Poddleville Vault on Mount Poddle. I don't know if this is supposed to be the Poddle Power Vault from the show or not.

I'm sorry, I have to include two more bizarre comic panels. Remind me, how big is The Hacker?

The answer is very small.

Okay, okay, the kids have found the Poddleville Record Book, and now they have to get past Hacker. Is there anything nearby that they could use?

This was back in the day, when The Hacker was still physically intimidating. He could easily pick up the kids, and they usually just ran away from him. This was back in the day when Delete had stretchy arms and used them to capture the kids. And yet, in this official web comic, the kids defeat The hacker, Buzz, and Delete with giant "Happy Birthday" hats.

And then they lock him in the vault and leave him to die, I guess.

How long do you think it took him to figure out the vault code?

Okay, I have to include one more wacky image from the web comic. Here we are at the end. Motherboard is on a flat-screen TV on the stage congratulating the kids for stopping The Hacker. Matt even gets to insult The Hacker.

Wait, why is the Poddle known as "Triangle 2" panicking? Didn't the kids just save the day? Let's look at the background after the new drawings have been removed.

Wait, is this the scene from the pilot where the mayor is holding a press conference to talk about the stolen Poddle Eggs?

Yeah, they just took this shot from where the tent is about to collapse and erased the mayor.

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Crystals and Blood (Ninjago Is Always On Some Shit)

This is going to be the first fic in my Eclipse Born AU. This one isn’t by any means crucial to read for when the plot actually starts up, but I still wanted to get it out there.

A brief piece of context I want to add before you go on to read this fic is that in this AU, Vangelis is a Fraud Skull Sorcerer. Skull Sorcerers are Elemental Masters or Beings of Death that are also, well, Sorcerers. Vangelis is not a Death Elemental, nor is he a Skull Sorcerer. Not that he knows that, because Hazza D’ur didn’t bother to inform him. In the AU, Hazza D’ur was a previous Elemental Master of Death, but there’s a lot about that that’d I’d have to get into, and it isn’t really important to this fic, so I’m not going to right now.

I had tried to change it to “Crystals and Blood (Ninjago Is Always On Something)”, but that just didn’t flow right, so I stuck with the original name. 

The next fic written in the series will be the Series Prologue itself, which will show the actual event of something that will be referenced a lot within the series. That will be my first multi-chapter fic, having two chapters.

(Also, real quickly, as a brief alert concerning author’s notes in this series – and the end notes of this fic, sorry – they will be quite long. I can get quite ranty, especially about this AU. And these lengths are even with me withholding information. So yeah. When I get to the actual season fics, they probably won’t be this long for every chapter, but there will definitely be long ones. That aside, have fun reading!!)

Ao3 version

I will probably update this with cover art and possibly more art to add into the fic itself.

6K Words

Trigger Warnings:

Blood

Summary

Finding herself in Ninjago City during the Crystatrophe and not being able to go back home for some time due to magic complications, Jes has to find some way to pass the time. And find ways to deal with the silence and Crystals. Because Ninjago City is not always a fun place to be. Especially while in a lonely situation like this. Even for someone immune to the Crystals.

Running down a street, a figure wearing a black hat and sleeveless outfit along with a white mask pants for breath, seeming to have run for a while. The person darts into an alleyway, skidding to a halt when she realizes that it is a dead end, muttering under her breath, “Shit, shit, shit.”

Behind her, multiple pairs of footsteps can be heard, thumping on the ground as they run after her, accompanied with a multitude of voices yelling at passerby to clear the way.

Glancing behind herself at the sound, her left eye flashes green whilst the right flashes orange in alarm. She turns back to the dead end, staring at the wall. Then, quickly, she pulls out a piece of chalk and rapidly draws a circle (albeit shitty and bastardized) that a person could easily fit through.

Stepping back, she watches the circle transform into a portal, and leaps in just as her pursuers finally reach the opening of the alleyway.

Emerging and landing on the other side, the portal closes behind her. Noticing the sting in her arms, especially the right one, she glances down with a hiss.

On her right arm, she has the typical mystic scarring from occasionally using too strong magic for her skill level reaching up to the palm of her hand. However, the new mystic wounds just opened from the creation of the portal are much longer, stretching all the way up to the elbow, with purple blood slowly seeping out of them.

Her left arm has new and old scars such as these as well, albeit without the blood due to the arm being mechanical rather than organic.

She just stares at the sheer length of these new scars, baffled by the implication that she, an experienced sorcerer with expertise in portals, had somehow gone far beyond her limits.

She snaps out of her bafflement once she notices some of her purple blood starting to drip off her arm. She reaches towards one of her back pockets to pull out dark gray bandages in order to cover the blood and stop it from flowing.

While bandaging her arms, she looks up at the sky, which is strangely overcast with dark purple clouds. She frowns, knowing damn well that clouds of that color are not a regular weather pattern. Standing quietly, she also notes just how silent the whole area is, with no people around whatsoever.

Cautiously, she walks towards the street, which is oddly very empty except for a few cars and pink crystals scattered across the road, including a big blue prison bus sitting in front of… Borg Tower?

Left eye turning light blue and the right turning pastel orange, she gasps in excitement, she rapidly darts across the street without bothering to look both ways, halting in front of Borg Tower with a grin on her face. She peers up at the massive tower, saying to herself, “Ohoho, me, Jesiba Ramirez, being the first to be at, let alone in the city of, Borg Tower! Ohhhh I just have to send this to Derek and Kiera! They’re going to lose their fucking minds!”

Her right eye becoming a pastel purple, Jes pulls out her phone and takes a selfie of herself wearing a shit eating grin and the extremely tall Borg Tower sitting behind her. Pulling the phone up after taking the photo, she attempts to message it to her siblings, frowning when her phone declares she has no cell connection.

“No connection? But I thought Derek patched that up… Riiiiight, I’m an ocean away from home,” Jesiba says, proceeding to stand still for a couple of seconds with a stupid smile on her face before her left eye flashes green and her right light blue in panic. She exclaims, “Oh shit I’m an ocean away from home! I somehow portaled across an entire fucking ocean?!”

Beginning to pace around, she starts ranting to herself, “I somehow portaled across an entire fucking ocean?! How? I thought Hazza’Dur had his "wards" or whatever preventing me from doing so!” Pausing and putting her finger on the mouth painting on her mask, she continues, “But he is dead dead now.”

Stopping and taking a deep breath, Jes stands quietly for a moment in an attempt to calm down. Then, looking back at where she emerged from, she states to herself, “I just need to open a portal and return home. Easy peasy.”

Walking towards a building wall, she pulls out a piece of chalk, pressing it against said wall. However, she hesitates, looking down at her right forearm, on which the bandages are stained purple with blood. Seeing how far up the bandages stretch, she pulls the chalk away from the wall, realizing that she can not safely create another portal to return her home without causing more damage to her arm, possibly even extending beyond minor surface damage.

Looking behind herself at the desolate cityscape, she mutters to herself, “Looks like we’re staying here for a few hours until my arms calm down and heal.”

Stepping back from the wall and putting her chalk back in her pouch, Jes turns around. Taking a dramatic step towards the street, she declares, “Well may as well make the most of it and explore this city, though strangely desolate today!”

Beginning to walk down the street, she begins her solo tour of Ninjago’s capital city.

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Approximately ten minutes later, Jes is still walking around the city, although less enthusiastic than she was before, now feeling more perturbed by the silence of the city, as well as the presence of those strange pink crystals. Sure, she knew that Ninjago City constantly went through the craziest shit, but this was actually pretty creepy.

But maybe that was just because she is not used to experiencing a situation such as this. But on the other hand, she would swear that whenever Ninjago City attacks showed up on the news, people would typically be present in the videos, whether they were running away from the assailants or just going on with their daily lives as if nothing was going on (as well as all the commercials filmed in the heat of the moment while attacks are happening).

Coming to her surroundings, Jes realizes that she had stopped walking, and is now just standing on the sidewalk staring into space. Shaking her head, she prepares to start walking again, but stops when she hears a voice speaking along with the sound of marching, though the thumping of footsteps did not sound regular at all, and sounded more like rocks hitting the ground.

Before Jes has the chance to duck into hiding, an army of Vengestone warriors with pink crystals just like the ones littering the street walk past the corner and down an intersection, turning at the sight of the random woman in the middle of the road.

Perplexed at the utter absurdity of these crystal monstrosities just standing there, Jes cocks her head, just staring, left eye turning bright pink and bright blue in confusion.

While staring, another creature with pink crystals but no Vengestone that Jes had not noticed flying around prior lands on the ground forcefully. Strangely enough, the flying gray creature had no eyes whatsoever.

She then notices the person standing on the creature’s back, who was not someone she ever expected to see again after the whole shitshow in Shintaro over a year ago, where the Earth ninja had slammed Hazza’Dur’s skull into the ground, rendering the False Skull Sorcerer powerless.

And yet, here he was was standing on the creature’s back, wearing the mask of a Death Elemental, yet no Skull or ghost of Hazza’Dur within sight.

The two stare at each other for a couple moments, both taken aback by seeing the other wearing the Skull Sorcerer’s mask. Then, as an attempt to appear cool and unphased, Jes goes to lean on a pink crystal to her right, definitely not waving her arm towards it and fumbling as a way to find it, to the absolute confusion of Vangelis. Once she is finally able to lean against it, left eye flashing light purple and the right bright pink in embarrassment, she props her chin on her hand, questioning, “So, back to being the Fraud Skull Sorcerer again, I see? Now, where’s your little skull friend, just so I know who to have a teensy conversation with?”

Having never seen this person before in his life, Vangelis promptly forgets about the impossibility that Jes had just committed by leaning against the crystal, and takes offense to the title she called him, shouting, “The Fraud Skull Sorcerer? I am the one and only Skull Sorcerer!” 

Rolling her eyes, Jest retorts, “Suuure you are, buddy. Let me guess, you could whip up an army of dead bodies right now using your non existent elemental powers, am I right?”

Before he is able to respond, some sort of communicator dings, and a feminine voice speaks in an irritated manner, saying stuff that Jes cannot make out. Grunting in exasperation, Vangelis says, “I have somewhere to be and no time to deal with ‘fans’ of myself.” Waving his hand to five of his Crystal Warriors, Vangelis orders, “Take care of her for me. And make sure to do what that useless chunk of crystal did and Crystalize her.” With that, the crystal winged creature he is standing upon takes off into the air, and the rest of the army proceeds to begin marching again.

Pushing herself off the crystal, Jes exclaims, “I am not a ‘fan’ of you! Wait, what do you mean Crystalize me? What does that even mean?” Before Jes can say anything else, the Crystal Warriors charge at her. Jes quickly squares up, bouncing on her toes, ready for a fight, and mutters to herself, “Why did I leave my sword at home?”

She catches one of the warriors with a punch to its Vengestone jaw, sending it reeling to the side. However, the other four warriors grab onto her, pushing her down in an attempt to Crystalize her like they had done countless civilians within the city already, causing her eyes to revert to a light green on her mask due to the Vengestone. 

Using her right arm, upon which the blood from her wounds is starting to seep through the bandages, she pushes on the warrior’s by its crystal arm, attempting to throw it off. But before Jes gets the opportunity to properly do so, her purple blood makes contact with the crystal, causing it to explode with a shattering sound.

Flabbergasted at whatever the hell had just happened, Jes’ left and right eye do not flash any color, unlike how they normally do. Unlike Jes, however, the Crystal Warriors are unphased, and still attempting to Crystalize her, which mainly just involves them standing and touching her. Jes kicks them off, jumping to her feet and looking at the warriors.

So, doing the most obvious thing you should do when you apparently have magic hands that can shatter pink crystals when you touch them, Jes proceeds to run up to one of the warriors and punch it on its arm. With the left arm. The one that has no Oni blood on it.

When it does nothing, Jes stares at her arm confused, and then jumps away from the warrior, squaring up for another hit, yet again bouncing on the balls of her feet.

Another of the remaining four warriors quickly rushes at her, which is a surprise due to how slow they generally move, and swings its crystal tipped weapon at her. Ducking to the side, she moves her right arm up, then shoves the elbow down on the warrior, her blood making contact with pink crystal yet again and shattering the warrior, leaving the number down to three.

“Okay, what the hell is going on?” Jes exclaims, appalled. She catches a whiff of Oni blood, causing her to sharply look down and finally notice the blood seeping out of her bandages. “Ah fuck," Jes mutters, “My bandages are leaking? This almost never happens!”

However, before she is able to properly readjust her bandages, the final three warriors surge towards her, going in for their final attacks.

Jes, who is now sick of the entire situation, shouts, “Come on! Will you fucking quit it already! I have bandages to readjust!” She proceeds to fight the warriors, exchanging and dodging blows with them. Throughout all of this, she avoids using her right arm, trying to keep her blood from potentially touching and destroying anything.

After knocking one of the warriors’ staffs to the side, she kicks both that warrior and another away, turning towards the one now closest to her. She bends down, using her right arm to grab at the staff and pick it up. Yet again, for the third time, however, when she touches the crystal, it explodes.

Staring at it, Jes finally realizes what is going on and what is causing the warriors to shatter. Smirking to herself, left eye flashing purple and the right orange, Jes quips, “Third times the charm I guess.” Then, eyes flashing light purple and bright pink again, she mutters, “Though it should’ve taken me less time to realize that.”

Fixing her attention back to the warriors, now all standing again, Jes rapidly unbandages her right arm, and holding the blood covered bandage in her right arm, runs towards the warriors. The warriors march towards her, in no rush to attack, and prepare to exchange blows. However, when Jes comes near them, she jumps and flips over the three of them, landing behind them. Whipping around, she presses the palm of her hand against the back of the middle warrior, quickly darting away right after her bloodied palm makes contact with the crystal and shatters it. Then, she lunges towards the warrior on her right, throwing her arm out to make contact with the crystal. Once contact is made and the warrior explodes, she pivots towards the one on her left and whips the bandage in her left hand out at it, making sure one of the wet bloodied parts touches the warrior’s crystal.

Following the shattering of the final crystal warrior, Jes steps back, and takes a deep breath, eyes becoming a calm brown and blue. Then she lets the air out, breathing in again, and proceeds to holler while throwing her hand with the bloodied bandage up in the air, “Take that, fuckers!” She subsequently gloats, taunting the now nonexistent warriors, “You just got destroyed by Oni blood! Personally, could not be me!”

Calming down again, Jes glances down at her right arm, which still has the glowing wounds upon it, signifying that her body is still recovering from the massive amount of magic used. She sighs, knowing she cannot currently make a big portal jump like she had to accidentally get to Ninjago, stating, “Guess I have time to kill.” Still looking down at her arm, an idea pops up in her mind, and she rapidly glances at some of the pink crystals scattered along the street. Jes advances towards one of the crystals, and then slowly stretches her right arm towards it, palm spread out. She lightly makes contact of her palm with the crystal, causing it to immediately explode underneath her fingers, despite not pushing much force outwards.

Jes pulls her hand away from where the crystal used to be, and smirks down at her arm, declaring, “And I think I know just how to pass said time.”

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A group of three Ninjago City civilians striving to find a safe place to wait out the Crystastrophe walk carefully and quietly down a sidewalk, hoping to avoid any Crystal Warriors or Crystalized civilians.

Coming towards a street corner, one of the people peers out past the building at the corner to check that no Crystalized person is anywhere near waiting to ambush them. Seeing that it was all clear, he motions for his two companions to follow him, and begins to walk down the street towards the next place they can temporarily hide.

After five minutes of constant jogging and hiding, they finally come across the next intersection.

However, this time, when the lookout peers around the corner to check that no one is there, he notices one of the members of the Council responsible for the whole Crystatrophe walking around, going up to crystals and tapping them, all while making an annoying “Bap” sound every time they touch one of the crystals. Which was all in all a very strange action for one of the people responsible for the Crystals sprouting up everywhere to be doing, but what truly concerned the civilian was that the person touching the crystals was slowly going down the street towards him and his group!

He retreats back behind the corner, quickly ushering his two companions back down the street from whence they came and into a small alley, gesturing at them to be quiet. Confused by what was going on, one of his companions fumbles around and knocks a box off another within the alleyway, causing a loud thump to sound from within.

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Walking down a street, Jes goes from crystal to crystal, pressing her bloodied hand against them, saying, “Bap” every time she touches and explodes one. She heads towards a corner, not really trying to go to one particular place in the city. After all, she is just destroying the crystals to pass the time and let her body recover enough to make another portal to head back home. However, when Jes begins to cross the intersection, she hears a loud thump sound towards her left, coming from the street perpendicular to the one she is currently going down.

She turns around and sees three people staring at her with terror in their eyes. Uncomfortable by the emotions in their gazes, Jes leans her right side against a crystal right next to her as a way to appear nonchalant. And then proceeds to harshly fall against the ground with an “Umph” when her blood makes contact with the crystal and shatters it, causing her support to vanish out of existence.

Jes quickly gets up and brushes her clothes down. Glancing up at the people, she states, “Well, what a situation is going on right now, eh? Ninjago is always on some shit, am I right? Or am I right?” She grins, clasping her hands together while waiting for a response.

However, the people within the group exchange glances, nodding to each other as looks of determination cross over their faces, proceeding to dart out and rush at Jes. The apparent leader of the group shouts, “We will not let you take over Ninjago, you monster!”

Shocked, Jes dodges backwards at their slow and clumsy attacks, exclaiming, “Take Ninjago? What? Why would I take Ninjago?” As one of the civilians punches at her right arm, she has to extend it out of reach, reproaching, “And stay away from my arm! I don’t want to bleed on you, okay?”

Despite that, the group keeps on trying to attack Jes, who in her attempts to not harm them, keeps moving backwards. While taking a step back, the heel of her foot knocks against a loose crystal. She quickly picks it up and swings it towards one of the people as a way to stop them from attacking without actively harming them, shouting, “That’s it!”

Yet, despite not meaning any harm, when the crystal makes contact with the man’s body, he starts to go through a painful transformation, writhing around. Eyes turning purple and green, Jes fearfully steps back, staring in shock at what is transpiring, all while holding the crystal that caused it.

After the man fully becomes crystal, his companions begin screaming and running away. Alert at the sound, the crystal zombie slowly ambles towards them, gaining speed as he chases them.

Still staring in shock and fear, Jes looks down at the crystal in her hands, dropping it as her hands begin to shake. While staring, Jes hears the two people screaming, and snaps her head up to see the zombie running after them. Then, she runs towards the zombie in an attempt to prevent it from attacking the two uncrystalized civilians.

Catching up to and surpassing the zombie, she grabs a chair outside a cafe nearby and hits the zombie with it, knocking it off its path. Distracted from its previous targets, who continue running away, soon out of sight as they turn a corner onto another street, it then starts ambling towards Jes in an attempt to Crystalize her and spread the crystals across the city. Throwing the chair to the side, Jes prepares to punch the zombie with her bloody arm, before realizing that doing so may result in the zombie exploding like all the other crystal things she had touched rather than going back to normal. So, running to where she threw the chair to pick it up again, Jes rushes back to the zombie, proceeding to try to temporarily pin it down.

After succeeding in doing so, she quickly climbs up a two story building to its roof, walking towards the edge and staring down at the zombie. The crystal zombie quickly frees itself and rushes towards the building, just roaming around once it realizes that it cannot easily get up onto the roof where Jes is perched. Looking down at the zombie, Jes sadly says, “I’m sorry. But I can’t help you. If I try, you’re more likely to get hurt than if I don’t. Hopefully the ninja will help you or something. I don’t know.” Cracking a weak smile, she says, “Never been to Ninjago before.” Turning around she runs on the roof, and leaps onto another building, and another, traveling away from the crystal zombie.

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Climbing a taller building and looking into the windows, Jes notes that multiple people are residing within it, presumably taking shelter from the whole situation going on outside in the city. And now knowing what those crystals were capable of doing, it made sense to Jes why no one was outside. But they were not being very quiet about it. Though they were in higher stories of the building. So maybe they were not as concerned about being found by the Crystal Warriors as they would be if they were closer to the ground. Climbing a few more stories to the roof of the building, Jes pulls herself onto the roof and leans against the entrance to the stairs leading below.

Ignoring the sounds of whatever everyone was doing inside, she looks out towards the sky, her attention drawn towards the big floating island with an Oni face carved on its front situated around the middle of the city. Emotionally and physically tired from the whole situation, Jes looks down at her left arm again, which still has the glowing scars reaching up her forearm, the upper half had considerably dulled. Seeing that she probably had about an hour or two left of waiting, Jes says to herself, “Heh. Have more time to waste, I guess.” Yawning, Jes makes herself comfortable against the rooftop access. Jes begins to nod off, falling asleep a couple of minutes later.

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A bright purple blast jerks Jes awake, who notices many crystals now growing on the building’s rooftop. Jumping up, Jes shouts, “What the fuck!” After realizing that nothing is coming to attack, she calms down, relishing in the silence. 

Jes looks around, noticing that the floating island had drifted towards a different part of the city while she was asleep. Then, she realizes just how quiet it is, with no one within the building making any noise. Panicked, Jes darts into the rooftop access, throwing open the door and rushing down the stairs, trying to find someone.

Only to find everyone Crystalized. But this time their Crystalization was different. Unlike that one guy Jes had seen get Crystalized, these people were not moving at all, and were instead stuck in one position, most with fearful faces. Walking through the crowd of stationary people, Jes stares in shock. 

Shaking her head in fear, Jes turns and runs towards the stairwell, running down all the flights until she reaches the bottom story, at which point she runs out of the building. 

She runs out onto the street sidewalk, stopping when she sees all of the new crystals laying everywhere, the city somehow even more silent than it was before. 

Breathing hard, Jes then grabs her hat and pulls it down on her head as if trying to adjust it, hysterically saying to herself, “This is fine! Everyone except you is just a statue of crystal!” She laughs. “Bet this happens all the time in Ninjago!”

Then taking a breath, she says to herself again, “Stuff like this happens in Ninjago all the time. And then the ninja will somehow swoop in and defeat the big bad, and everything will be alright. No reason to be worried.” Turning towards the crystals that are almost completely covering the street now, she raises her right hand, saying, “And I’ll destroy some of these crystals to help, and definitely not because I have no idea what is going on or what to do!”

Walking to one of the crystals, Jes places her hand against it, only to find that nothing happens. Confused, Jes looks down at her hand to see that the blood has finally dried, and the scars have stopped glowing.

“Orrr I could go home now.” Looking around at the Crystalized city, she asks herself, “Would that be wrong of me to do?”

While contemplating, some of the crystals around her begin to fall apart on their own. Baffled, Jes looks around her, wondering what is happening, right before a bright yellow light flashes from the sky behind her. Turning around, she catches sight of the floating crystal island exploding into what looks to be white and yellow sparkles, and the deep purple clouds mysteriously vanish without a trace, revealing the time to be around sunrise.

Face breaking into a smile, Jes says, “See? I knew the ninja could handle it!”

People start to exit from the building she had come from, rejoicing at Ninjago City having been saved. However, one of the people rejoicing notices the Skull Sorcerer standing in the street, and shouts at the rest of the individuals, “Hey! It’s one of those goons responsible for this whole mess! Get him!”

Diverted from their rejoicing, the small crowd turns to Jes, who, not wanting to be attacked by civilians thinking that she was Vangelis again, says, “Shit,” turns tail, and runs. A few of the people run after her, but Jes climbs a building, pulling out a piece of chalk once she hits the roof.

Drawing a massive (and once again bastardized) circle on the roof, Jes laughs, saying, “Funny how I got here because I was running from people and now I’m going home because I’m running from people. Except now it’s random civilians!” Once she finishes drawing her circle, Jes activates the portal using sorcery, and then jumps in, landing on her bed in her bedroom feet first. And immediately falls onto her back, unable to properly balance herself in time.

The portal above closes, and Jes sits up, looking around. Smiling due to finally being home again, Jes then notices her arm, on which the mystic scars have reopened, though not reaching as far up her arm as they had when she opened her first portal in the past few hours. Smiling to herself, Jes swings her legs off her bed and walks to her dresser, grabbing some bandages out of it to rebandage her arm.

Looking up in the mirror, Jes sees her face still covered with the Skull Sorcerer mask. Her smile dropping, left eye turning a dull brown and the right a dull green, she processes what that mask meant to the people in Ninjago. Shaking her head, her eyes turn brighter, Jes removes the mask and hat from her head, and goes to exit her bedroom, shouting, “Hey, Derek and Kiera, got the file chip or whatever the fuck you needed!”

To which two voices respond simultaneously, “It’s a flash drive, not a chip!”

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A week later, Jes is sitting on her bed scrolling through her phone, reading a news article that had come from Ninjago a few hours ago regarding the situation now known as the “Crystatrophe”.

There had been many articles released about the Crystatrophe, including Aquari ones just restating everything Ninjagan news anchors and civilians had said about the disaster. However, this article was different than the other articles released from Ninjago, at least to Jes. The majority of news articles and videos either had to do with the whole catastrophe itself, the armies of the Ninjagan kingdoms uniting to fight the Overlord, or the Jade Princess apparently being alive. But this one, unlike the others, was about Vangelis.

Or, more accurately, “Vangelis”. Because the person interviewed for the article was one of the three who had mistaken her for Vangelis. In the article, the guy told his story of how “Vangelis” had attacked one of his friends and Crystalized him, terrifying the other two.

Jes had been reading the article for the past twenty minutes, having reread it multiple times.

Her brother, Derek, walks into her room unannounced with a laptop, going to sit on her bed and open the laptop. The two sit in silence for a few minutes, Jes still rereading the article and Derek now clicking away on his laptop. Finally, Derek decides to speak.

“So I noticed the new mystic scars you’ve been hiding for the past week.”

“Hm.”

“Hm. Yeah, well. I’m your best friend. I know you. And you aren’t the type of person to hide mystic scars.” Pausing for a moment, Derek frowns and types something onto his laptop. Continuing, he says, “Unless you did something you were not supposed to. And looking at how far up your arm the new scars stretch, I’d say you probably did something you weren’t supposed to.” He then looks up from his laptop towards Jes, pushing his braids back over his shoulder, continuing, “Plus you’ve been obsessing over articles about the Crystatrophe all week. With the exception of the Great Devourer attack and the whole Wojira situation a year ago, I’ve never seen you obsess over news from Ninjago catastrophes like this before.”

Once Derek says that, Jes finally looks up at him and sighs. “It’s just, all the stuff with Vangelis and him being the Skull Sorcerer… Everyone in Ninjago thinks that the Skull Sorcerer is supposed to be a bad person because of him, some random dude who’s first time being around in the Ninjago City public view was the Crystatrophe.”

Raising an eyebrow, Derek questions, “You do realize that people hate Skull Sorcerers here too, right? Because I’m pretty sure you should. You know, being the Elemental Master of Death.”

Adjusting her position so that her body is facing more towards Derek, Jes throws her hands out to the sides, saying, “Well yeah. But that is because of all the shit Hazza D’ur did all those millennia ago! Everyone here knows about it!” Wilting a bit, left eye turning a dull brown and the right a dull orange, she carries on, “In Ninjago they don’t know all of that. For them, Vangelis is the first Skull Sorcerer they’ve ever seen. And they thought I was him.”

Staring at Jes dumbfounded, Derek says, “I’m sorry, what?”

Looking at Derek semi-confused, left eye medium blue and right bright pink, Jes says, “They thought I was Vangelis?”

Still staring at Jes, Derek suddenly exclaims, “You were in Ninjago? How the hell were you in Ninjago? Last time I checked you don’t have the sorcery skills yet to make a portal that far… wait a minute that’s why you have those mystic scars, isn’t it?”

Smiling awkwardly, eyes flashing purple and dark red, she says, “Maybe? It was an accident.” Her smile widens.

Putting his head in his hands, Derek mutters, “Dipshit! You are going to be in so much trouble if your mom finds out.” Perking up, Derek asks, “Though I am just slightly, very much just slightly curious, not dying to know at all, what was it like there? Did you meet one of those Nindroids? Please tell me you did.”

Huffing out a little laugh, Jes says, “Well it was pretty desolate, for a Ninjago catastrophe. You know all those live news videos that constantly circulate when attacks happen where people are just busy going on with their daily lives?”

“Yeah?” 

“It was nothing like that.”

“Oh.”

“And I didn’t meet any Nindroids.”

“Oh.”

Seeing Derek’s shoulders sag a bit from his excitement getting crushed, Jes then remembers one of the first things she had done when she found herself in Ninjago City. She grabs her phone from where it was laying on the bed, going into her photos app and clicking on the selfie with Borg Tower in the background, angling the phone to show the picture to Derek.

Eyes lighting up when he sees the image, Derek quickly grabs the phone from Jes’ hand and pulls the phone closer to his face, pushing his glasses up with his shoulder, exclaiming, “How did you get this?”

Puffing her chest out and wearing a smug grin, Jes says, “I took it, being a sort of phone genius, you know?”

Looking up from the photo just to glare at Jes, Derek says, “You know that isn’t what I meant. And you are no phone genius, seeing as how you had no clock on your phone homescreen for a whole month.”

Gasping dramatically in offense, Jes rebuttals, “Says the person that just didn’t notice he had a welder torch on his desk when he needed to use it to build that car or whatever the fuck it was!”

Scoffing, Derek replies, “Ignoring your insult to my work, the difference is I can make fire with my hands. You just decided to leave your phone without a clock without asking anyone to fix it, somehow doing so for a, and let me say it again, whole month!”

“You do know something called the Internet exists, right? Because you can literally just look up the time there.”

Gesturing emphatically, Derek vociferates, “Yes! I do! And the clock is supposed to be on your lockscreen! You’re not supposed to have to actively look it up for your own timezone!”

Snickering, Jes says, “Yeah yeah, whatever.” She takes the phone out of Derek's hand, and nudging his shoulder, continues, “Go on, get out of here. I’m sure you have important stuff to invent or whatever.”

Getting up off the bed, Derek says, “Yeah. Lots of work to do.” Walking to Jes’ door, he slightly turns and says, “If you ever have anything to talk about, you know you can talk to me, right?”

Waving him off, Jes says, “Of course. Just as you can do the same. Now get on out of here!”

Frowning, Derek leaves Jes’ bedroom.

Once Derek’s footsteps leave her hearing range, Jes turns her phone on again, staring at the article, yet not truly reading it. Shaking her head, Jes scoffs and turns it off, dramatically throwing herself back to lay down, tossing her hands to her sides. Turning her head to the right, Jes stares at the Skull Sorcerer mask laying on her dresser.

Turning her head back to stare at the ceiling, Jes mutters to herself, “Now I have two legacies that aren’t my own to deal with. Great.” Getting up, she says, “Well, may as well get some training done, or whatever.”

Walking towards her door, Jes grabs her sword off her shelf, and walks towards the room exit, taking her sword with her. Pausing at the doorway, she looks back at where her Skull Sorcerer mask is laying on her dresser. Frowning, she stares at it for a few moments, wondering if she should bring it. Shaking her head, she leaves her room, leaving the Skull Sorcerer mask on the dresser where it lay.

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The main purpose of this fic was to kind of introduce the readers to my OC Jes, as well as give myself a bit more experience writing.

Now, to rant a bit about other stuff that made me want to write this fic, let’s talk about Garmadon and the Crystal Warriors. When he is fighting them, we see that Garmadon actually touches and throws the warriors around without getting Crystalized, especially towards the beginning of the Crystatrophe, where so much as touching one of the Crystal Warriors results in Crystallization. We also see this happen with Lloyd, who also doesn’t get Crystalized when he touches the crystals. (I don’t remember for sure, but I think this happened with Wu as well). 

So of course, I looked at that, and looked at how pure Oni and pure Dragon power can defeat the Warriors, and pretty much went, “Yeah, the crystals probably don’t do anything to Oni or Dragons.” And hence this fic was born.

I do also want to talk about the building scene where everyone is Crystalized and not moving, because there is a slight thing in “Roots” that we don’t know about, and it just irked me a tad bit. So when the Crystal Island does that final blast downwards, which Crystalizes the ninja, and when the camera zooms out to see the city from afar, we see more Crystals erupt. But I do want to draw your attention to Wu and everyone else during that scene. Because we see them look up when the blast comes down. But then we don’t see them, or anyone else in the City, again at all until after the Overlord is defeated and the Island and Crystals have been destroyed. But they’re still at the same building. Just like the four ninja once they recover from their Crystallization. So the ninja didn’t move. And nor did their allies. Which led me to believe that everyone, with the exception of Lloyd and Garmadon (who were on the Island) and possibly the members of the Crystal Council were Crystalized by that blast. And unlike the other times, they stopped moving, possibly due to the Overlord’s powers having had somewhat weakened at that point (Hence the fight scene with the Warriors in the previous episode).

I do want to go over mystic scarring right now, because I wasn’t properly able to in this fic. (I am planning on having this explanation in AU canon during Season 1, but I have no clue when that’ll be written, so here’s a canon explanation not currently written in a canon interaction right now).

Basically, mystic scarring is supposed to serve as a warning system for light magic users. It can easily be set off, though it usually only reaches to the palm, and mainly only does minor surface damage. But they do leave permanent scars. Almost every magic user has them, as when you are learning something such as that, you are probably going to at some point go a bit beyond your limits. Mystic scars are generally prided upon by mystic users, because it’s proof that they are able to use sorcery, and that they learned. Except, like in the case of Jes in this fic, when that user uses their power in a way they shouldn’t have, or did something really stupid. Then they’ll probably hide their scars, especially if they’re really long and obvious like Jes’ became.

There is a lot of unfamiliar stuff in here, mainly because with how this fic is set up, I cannot have a character infodumping. In this fic, Jes is either interacting with people that know about these topics, or people who wouldn’t give her the chance to talk about it, mainly due to fear responses. If Jes was interacting with a character who didn’t know about this stuff and was interested in hearing about it, she would be able to talk about it, which would give more information.

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Ghost Guy Steve - (Ghost) Steve Harrington X Female Reader

Title: Ghost Guy Steve

(Ghost) Steve Harrington X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Reader's parents (Mentioned), Reader's twin siblings (Mentioned), and Robin (Mentioned)

WC: 1,643

Warnings: AU where Steve died instead of Eddie, Steve's a ghost, mentions of exorcism, mentions of pervs (but there is none), slight angst, fluff, and Steve tries to flirt but fails

Looking up at the house, you were quite surprised. You were a bit overwhelmed by it all. Moving from just a two-bedroom house into a six-bedroom house was crazy and a huge adjustment. But you loved every inch of it, especially the large kitchen where you could cook with your family. The bedrooms were all upstairs including one set that served as your own private suite. It was all yours and nobody would bother you there. Not even your parents or twin siblings. You still couldn't believe you had your own bathroom!

But, something was going on. Something weird. After almost every shower, after you dressed and went to your room to grab your hairbrush from your bedside table drawer; you'd come back to see the writing on your steamy mirror. A note would be there. On occasion, you would find a drawing too. They were always so sweet and thoughtful but they also made no sense. Who was writing these messages for you? It started out small, maybe once a week or so. When you came back to your room after taking a shower, there would be a note scrawled across the mirror. Sometimes it said how beautiful you looked that day and other times they'd tell you how much they liked you, or they'd say they hoped you were having a good day.

You thought maybe one of your parents was doing it, but they looked at you like you were crazy when you asked. You even asked your prankster twin siblings and they were even confused. You were literally out of people. It wasn't like you made any friends yet, you had only just moved to Hawkins two months ago. You were beginning to think you were going crazy. But, as your mind raced, you thought of other possibilities.

Maybe your house was haunted?

Brushing out your wet hair, you went back to the mirror, and there was another little message; 'I got nothing but love for you.' You quirked an eyebrow, frowning slightly.

"Really? 'Monday Morning' by Fleetwood Mac?"

You just shook your head and left the bathroom, entering your bedroom you shrieked, seeing a figure. They turned to you hearing your scream, their eyes wide and hands up in defense. Then you saw it, this person, this young man's feet weren't touching the ground. Eyes wide you stared at the very apparent ghost in front of you. He was very ghosty, whatever that meant. He had a slight glow around him, though he wasn't like the ghosts from Ghostbusters or Casper. You could tell that he had brown hair, and brown eyes, and the clothes he was wearing were very 80s.

"Hi." He said with a small wave.

"Oh god, you can talk..." You muttered, not believing a ghost was right in front of you.

"Yeah, I can." The ghost guy smiled nervously with a shrug.

Your eyes moved from him to behind you and back quickly, "You... You've been writing those... Those messages? Why do you have a sailor sat on?" You asked, stumbling over your words, flabbergasted.

The ghost grabbed the top of his head, "I have this stupid hat on!? Come on..." He sighed, "I'm sorry if it's bothering you, but I just didn't know how else to talk to you without scaring you."

You frowned a little, "Kind of hard not to be scared in the first place. Also, my bathroom mirror? Are you some kind of ghost perv?"

The ghost shook his head vigorously, his eyes wide as he raised his hand back up again. "No! God, no. I would write it after you've left to get your brush. By the way, why not keep it in the bathroom? It's easier than going out and back in again." He observed and you raised your brush at him threateningly.

"Don't judge where I keep my things, sailor ghost guy." You glared at him as he stared at the brush with a small smile on his face.

"Okay, well my name is Steve. Not 'sailor ghost guy'. And, this was my work uniform. But the world likes to torment me... so I am wearing this I guess." This Steve sighed, placing his hands on his hips. "I bet this is karma for saying that 'Id rather die than wear this stupid hat'." He mumbled after.

"Steve? Well, I'm Y/N. Now, why are you haunting me?" You asked swiftly, making Steve chuckle.

"Wow, you get straight to the point, don't you?" He grinned, looking down at his feet, "Well, I mean, I guess I am dead."

"And what's that supposed to mean?" You snapped, crossing your arms over your chest.

"It means I'm dead?" He shrugged, his eyebrows furrowing as he looked at you. "I mean, that's the only explanation I could really think of."

"Gosh, I wasn't expecting this." You sighed, rubbing your forehead, "But, why are you haunting me? I feel like you're avoiding that question." You frowned skeptically and Steve smirked at you.

"I used to live here." Steve answered, "And, I think you're really pretty."

"Wha?!" You gasped, completely taken aback. "You lived here? And you think I'm pretty?"

He nodded shyly, then ran his hand through his hair, "I've been 'haunting' my own house for thirty-six years now. I've seen people come and go. But you're the only one I'm like, "Wow, she's pretty." Ya know?" He explained as your jaw dropped open.

"Hold up..." You raised your hand, stopping him from talking.

"I mean, it might be weird having a ghost crush on you, but-"

"Shhh! I'm still processing this." You interrupted, closing your eyes.

You had just moved into a new house; getting weird but cute messages on your mirror and it turns out a ghost lived here. Steve seemed very nice, and very down to earth. Not to mention, he was extremely handsome and you couldn't help but blush at the idea of a ghost liking you. But, he was a ghost. You were in a dilemma.

"Wow…” You breathed out, “Were you this smooth when you were alive?" You asked, eyes wide as you walked to your bed, setting your brush on the bedside table.

"Yup." Steve nodded, "I was a real ladies' man in my day."

You gave him an unamused look, "I was being sarcastic. You don’t seem like a ladies' man."

"Well, that's not very nice. I had a girlfriend for your information." He frowned slightly, crossing his arms.

You smirked, "Keyword 'had.' You walked right into that one." You laughed as you tossed one of your pillows at him from your bed.

You threw it at Steve's face but he caught it easily, holding the pillow against his chest. "Hey!" He complained playfully, "That's also not nice. Are all people in your era mean like you?"

You froze, eyes wide as you stared at the pillow in his arms. "You can touch things? I thought ghosts couldn't do that?" You said, pointing to the pillow.

"Oh," Steve began, before tossing the pillow back to you, “Where did you hear that?”

"Ghostbusters, The Ring, The Shining... The only movie I've watched that ghosts can touch things was the movie Ghost Dad."

"Well, I guess I'm special," Steve spoke, resting his hand on his cheek as he floated to sit on the bed.

"Well," You rolled your eyes, "Just because you can touch things doesn't mean you should." You said, picking up the pillow and placing it in its rightful place.

"It's a pillow, who cares?" He shrugged, "So, does that mean you're single? Or do you have someone special?"

You scoffed, "What? No. Why would you ask me that?"

"Because I'm charming." Steve smirked, waggling his eyebrows.

"Uh-huh... Sure..." You laughed, rolling your eyes again.

Steve quickly spoke up again, "You don't think I can be charming? I left those cute notes." He asked, tilting his head to the side.

You stopped walking, turning to face him, "Do you want me to give you the whole 'you-are-a-ghost-so-why-would-I-date-you' explanation? It wouldn't work out. Even if I thought you were cute too." You shrugged and Steve's smile widened.

"You think I'm cute?" He teased and you groaned.

"Dude, is that all you heard from that? You're a ghost, I'm alive." You huffed, slightly annoyed.

"No, but you said I’m cute," He continued to tease you as you sighed. "And, how would we not work? I may be... Well, dead. But, I am stuck here for eternity, I can talk and I am great at listening. And, I give pretty good advice." He explained as he gestured to his chest with his thumb, "So, yeah. We could make it work."

"Tempting, but no, Steve. You're a ghost. I'm alive. I can't date you." You chuckled sadly, and Steve looked disappointed.

"Oh... Well, that's okay then... Could we still be friends?" He tilted his head to the side again, a hopeful expression on his face.

You pretended to think over it, tapping your thumb on your chin, "Yeah, sure. Why not?"

Steve clapped his hands together in excitement, "Awesome! Can I get your number?" He asked, reaching into his pocket.

You rolled your eyes as you laughed, "Jeez, stop trying to impress me with that old-school thing. Do ghosts even have phones? And don't you say that you lived here too?"

"I’m trying to be smooth." He replied quickly, "You're stuck with me forever."

Steve then turned away from you for a moment, “Come on, Steve. Robin would’ve added another mark to the loser side already.” He whispered to himself before turning back to you as if nothing happened.

You shook your head, "Sorry, I don't like being stuck with anything." You smirked and Steve shrugged.

"Well, as long as you don't exorcize me, you're stuck with me." Steve smiled at you, his fingers disappearing back into his pockets.

You leaned forward onto the bed, sighing, "Whatever, at least you're not a mean ghost."

Maybe this won't be too bad. Maybe you could give ghost dating a try.

[thisisjustmefangirling]

Merlin rewatch 1x04

That Camelot red vs Mercian blue is very Capulet vs Montague

Merlin admits the ways of the court are a mystery to him. Merlin, baby. You need étiquette training. Have someone teach you. Please.

Arthur, that outfit you put Merlin in is ridiculous, but also... a bit too put together for a servant ? It's not just the hat... Merlin is wearing a cape !

Merlin having a crush on Nimueh and thinking she's as beautiful as a princess is sweet 💕

Merlin making accusations without proof, in front of everybody, AGAIN.

Arthur accusing him of being an idiot and drinking, again, to save his ass and the relationship with the Mercians

Uther is ruthless and unfair here. Bayard was willing to prove his goodwill by drinking out of the goblet but looks like Uther decided that poisoned cup or not, Merlin would suffer from the outcome, either by being poisoned or being punished for lying.

Arthur protests, because he may be a royal prat but he's not like his father.

"Merlin, apologise. This is a mistake ! I'll drink it". Arthur 🥺

ARTHUR IS THE FIRST ONE GETTING TO MERLIN WHEN HE CRUMBLES UNDER THE EFFECT OF THE POISON

Morgana grabs a knife when everybody draws their sword ! I love her. I wish she hadn't been turned into such a villain.

The Mortaeus flower is guarded by an awful magical beast and Arthur goes "Sounds like fun" and immediately decides to go save his servant's life

The next scene between Uther and Arthur is really good at showing the difference between them. Arthur starts questioning his father and they both reveal their values. Uther doesn’t care who dies because to him the life of the future King of Camelot is worth more than a servant's. Arthur refuses to stand by and watch, especially since to his knowledge, Merlin has saved his life twice already. "Then don't watch", Uther says.

Morgana is GREAT here. She wanted to fight Bayard's men with a LADLE ?

"Spare me the lecture, I've already had it from Uther". Uther's kids are just really good at opposing him 😆

"Sometimes you've got to do what you think is right, and damn the consequences". "What kind of King would Camelot want ? One that would risk his life to save that of a lowly servant or one who does what his father tells him to ?" I love seeing Arthur being challenged and growing into the King he will be.

"He's getting hotter" The innuendos in that episode are comiiiiing.

Merlin speaking 💫 magic language 💫 in front of Gwen. I wish she had put two and two together before the finale...

Morgana makes me laugh ! She defies Uther and defends Arthur.

Funny how Uther sees his son as "just a boy" and Morgana goes "Have you seen your son recently ?" And tells him he's old enough to make up his own mind and have his own experience of the world. Is Morgana still Arthur's older sister in this story ? She would be older than him then.

Merlin moaning Arthur's name as he lays dying and feverish is gay. Sorry, I don't make the rules.

The idea of Nimueh as a pretty wounded woman in the forest is a great throwback to the original Arthurian texts, where young maidens were often on the way of knights as temptations or traps, steps in their quests.

Hell yeah Arthur's wrist move with his sword !!!!!!

You slay that cocatris by THROWING your sword !?

"Arthur, it's a trap". Merlin, he sadly can't hear you ! I wish they had shared a telepathic connection, it would have been so useful sometimes.

Though... How the fuck can Merlin see him and what is going on ?

Arthur's... pauldron (?) Is decorated ? I had never noticed before.

Arthur manages to slay a big spider with one hand while the other is hanging on to that rock for dear life. Impressive, indeed.

"It is not your destiny to die at my hand" please Ma'am it's only season one, I am NOT ready for season five and its pain.

"Go on, then ! Finish me off" Arthur has always been brave in the face of his potential own death.

That blue light seems so gentle and warm, and the music is epic.

"Leave them (the flowers)" Merlin stop being so selfless and let Arthur save your life, the flowers are RIGHT THERE.

"Faster! Faster! Climb ! Follow the light!" Once again, he can’t hear you... and how do you even know what is happening to Arthur ? Why doesn’t it happen again later ?

"Inform the King ! Arthur has returned to Camelot". Who the fuck are you to not call him PRINCE Arthur ?

I wish Arthur's red shirt looked fancier, nothing about it indicates he's royalty.

"Gaius knows what to do with it [the flower]. Put me in the stocks for a week, a month even, I don't care. Just make sure it gets to him. I'm begging you". Arthur cares so much about Merlin 🥺

Uther truly doesn’t give a fuck about Merlin's life... He saved his son twice, he is Gaius' apprentice, and he crushed that flower, in an attempt to teach his son that "there is a right and a wrong way of doing things" and he shouldn't be disobeyed. Asshole. "I'll see that you're let out in a week and then you can find yourself another servant". Servants are all replaceable to him.

Gwen shows then that even though she seems shy, she is also brave.

Arthur using the pretense of his own well-known arrogance to get the flower to Merlin by refusing the food Gwen brings him... yes King ❤️

"We're not all as precious as Her Royal Highness" that guard walked so Gwaine could run with his "princess".

"The poison was created using magic, we might need to use magic to create the antidote" dude that's just exposition at this point, you could have tricked Gwen into leaving without saying anything

You can tell Gaius hasn’t used magic in two decades... he may care about Merlin but he's a two faced bitch.

Merlin's heart has stopped and was probably restarted because his magic won’t let him die.

Gwen kissing him haha

Uther pisses me off so much omg, he seems this close to getting angry when Gaius asks him for a minute of his time. His arrogance is worse than his son's, because there is no changing him.

"She's a powerful sorceress, she can enchant the eye that beholds her". Such an interesting concept ! No need to change your face, you just make people believe they are looking at someone else.

Morgana looks so soft. I love her dresses.

Arthur seems changed by this experience. He's uncharacteristically humble in that scene at the top of the castle.

"I'm glad you're back" they were already like siblings... if only we could have kept that dynamic between them...

Uther, you chicken and liar, not telling your son the truth about Nimueh...

"You did the right thing, even though you were disobeying me. I'm proud of you, Arthur. Never forget that". Damn for once Uther is doing something right. Arthur better remember that moment, indeed.

Arthur goes to check on Merlin 💕 Like "omg are you alright Merlin ? Barely alive ? I still wait for you to be there tomorrow morning when I wake up because looks like after only four episodes I can't imagine my life without you in it anymore."

"Arthur ? Thank you"; "You too". WHAT IS THAT OH MY GOD SO HE HAS ACTUALLY THANKED MERLIN BEFORE THE DAY HE DIED ????

Arthur is so soft for Merlin omg <3

I don't understand why Nimueh wanted to kill Merlin when he is Emrys and is supposed to bring magic back to Camelot and free magic users...

Aaaaand in the next episode we will meet Lancelot. 😊