#Both wear pointy hats

[yourcrazyboyokris]

Is it just me or are these the exact same people

[tpwrtrmnky]

compromise

[ID: Four panel comic with crudely drawn stick people.

Panel 1: A person wearing an indigo hat and a person with a green body, pink jacket and half red, half blue pointy anime glasses are talking.

Anime Glasses: "See, what you have to learn eventually, which I'm teaching you now, is you can't rely on external validation.

People are going to ask you to compromise your existence with their worldviews, and you're going to tell them no.

That'll be coming both from grayscales and other chromatics, by the way.

Indigo: Huh.

Panel 2: A violet person with a rectangular build enters from the side.

Violet: "Hang on, weren't you pink before?"

Anime Glasses: "Visually, sure."

Violet: "And now you're green?"

Anime Glasses: "Yeah. Got bored. Changed it up."

Violet: "You can't just do that."

Anime Glasses: "Nah. You can't. Skill issue."

Panel 3: A grayscale person enters to back up Violet.

Grayscale: "See, this is what we've been saying all along. Where is the limit? When will the madness end??"

Violet: "Wait don't back me up on this-"

Grayscale, interupting: "You'll be pressuring them into turning themselves blue! You're making this serious decision seem trivial, but it's not! Who's going to tell them to wait and think things through?"

Anime glasses, quietly towards indigo: "Here's your chance. Tell them."

Panel 4: Zoom in on Indigo, with anime glasses in the background tilting their glasses up so the light glares off them.

Indigo: "Indigo. Not fucking blue.

Everyone's been telling me to wait with this shit for twenty fucking years.

How about mind your own business and don't interrupt the first person who's actually fucking helping me."

End ID.]

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[woso-dreamzzz]

Kiddo's Halloween

Katie McCabe x Caitlin Foord x Child!Reader

Summary: The fifth of my Halloween-centric fics

Katie sighs as the whole street fills up with parents in the exact same situation she's in.

Children have flooded the usually quiet neighbourhood, shrieking and screaming and laughing in their little costumes and clanging their buckets around as they approach houses.

You're right by her side, clutching her hand tightly as she adjusts the witches hat on your head. Your little sister, however, was on her leash up ahead, as far ahead as she could get without tugging too hard.

The original plan was matching outfits.

That had been what had happened last year, when Gremlin was still a baby and didn't have opinions like she does now.

You'd been Sully from Monster's Inc and she'd been Mike Wazowski. You'd loved your Sully costume because it was a thick onesie that now's a little too short on the arm and wrists for you to wear outside but still perfect for you to sleep in.

The plan this year had been a pair of mice but Gremlin had kicked and screamed and cried about it so that idea was scrapped and the two of you got put into different costumes.

Gremlin is dressed as an actual gremlin like the ones from the movie that really scared you a few months ago so hasn't been put on since. You're a witch with your pointy hat and witch dress and broomstick.

You shuffle closer to Katie as a group of older kids come sprinting past, leaning heavily against her side and tightening your grip on her hand.

"Mam," Your little voice says," Up, please?"

To be honest, Katie's kind of proud about how long you've lasted.

Halloween is nowhere near your favourite holiday after last year when you got shown Coraline and kept having accidents after nightmares for at least a month.

It had been rough so Katie's proud you've managed to overcome your fear enough to even come out tonight.

"Alright, kiddo," She says," Up we go."

Gremlin still leads the pack ahead, practically sprinting over to one of the houses.

She tries jumping for the doorbell but is nowhere near tall enough.

Her little foot slams onto the concrete as she whirls around to face Caitlin.

"Mummy! Mummy!" She points back at the doorbell. "Mummy!"

"Mummy, please," Caitlin corrects her.

"Mummy! Mummy, now!"

"She gets that from you, you know," Caitlin says to Katie as she moves to ring the doorbell.

The door swings open and Gremlin's already got her hand in the offered bowl before even saying the words.

You do it for her though because you're a good big sister.

"Trick or treat!"

Gremlin's already reaching for her second handful when Katie lowers you down to grab your own.

"Want to swap kids?" She asks Caitlin, who's had to wind Gremlin's leash twice around her hand to stop her from getting too far ahead.

"Are you sure? Will Kiddo be okay with it?"

"She'll be fine. You're cuddlier than me."

Katie takes your sister's leash, further limiting how far Gremlin can go ahead and you go willingly into Caitlin's arms.

Katie's right. Caitlin is very cuddly and she doesn't even put you down to pick out which sweets you want which is a bonus.

But the night is long and you don't seem to have the endless energy that your sister does so the soft rocking back and forth of Caitlin's walk is enough to get you halfway to sleep.

"I think we should get home," Caitlin says, looking down meaningfully at your groggy body against her shoulder," We've still got to get them both in the bath and then bed."

Katie nods. "Yeah, alright." She tugs a little on the leash and Gremlin whirls around.

"What?" She demands, an indignant look on her face.

"Alright, you," Katie says," Home time."

"No! Scare time! Rawr!"

"Very scary," Katie says, completely deadpan," But we've got to go home. We'll have a bath, watch a movie, have some sweeties and then bedtime."

"Scary movie!" Gremlin insists.

"Not too scary," Katie replies, turning around and heading back to the house," We don't want nightmares tonight."

You're still kind of tired when Caitlin sets you down on the floor and Katie switches the light on.

Katie can't work out if it's because you're tired or the light turning on shocked you or if it's genuine fear but you catch a look of yourself, in your scary witch costume, in the mirror and burst into tears.

You crumble to the ground, sobbing. Tears drip down your cheeks as you cry, a little lump on the floor.

"She's bein' weird," Gremlin says, nudging you with her foot and Caitlin sighs.

"Don't kick your sister.

"Not kickin'! Just...touchin'." Gremlin pushes her shoe against you again and Caitlin lifts her up.

"Let's go find the cats and sort out your sweeties. Let's leave Kiddo with your Mam."

Gremlin's still complaining as she's lead away but Katie picks you up easily, allowing you to curl around her as she sits on the stairs.

"It's okay," She says, her voice low and soothing in your ear," It's okay. I've got you. I've got you."

"Scary," You sniffle," 'm scary."

"You're not scary, kiddo," Katie says," I promise you're not."

"I am! Scary, Mam! So scary!"

The tears are never ending and nothing Katie can do will stop them. She doesn't want you to cry yourself out but it seems like it's all she can do.

A soft mew comes from a few steps above and Katie looks back to see your Baby sitting at the top.

"Hiya, Baby," She coos," Did we wake you up?"

Unlike Coopurr and Spicy, Baby spends most of her time asleep. Either sleeping or grooming herself but mostly sleeping.

"Sorry, sweetheart. Kiddo's just a bit scared right now."

Baby hops down a few more steps, little paws coming to rest on your lap.

You turn your head to face her, trying to hide yourself under your scary witch hat.

"Look," Katie coos," Baby's not scared of you."

"Really?"

"Really-Really," Katie says, scooping up your kitten and placing her on your lap.

Baby nuzzles against your cheeks, uncaring that she's getting her pristine fur nice and wet.

"Baby doesn't think you're scary at all."

"Not scary?" You check and Katie nods.

"You're never scary, Kiddo. Even as a witch."

You nod, wiping away your tears as you hold Baby even closer.

"Now," Katie says," Why don't you go and find your sister and Caitlin and have some of your sweeties before bath time?"

You scamper off and Katie finally takes off her coat and shoes.

"Mam!" You call out from the kitchen," Gremlin's eating my sweeties!"

[loz-furbies]

Zelda ages based on when their games came out. Welcome to the team EoW Zelda!

Characters and design thoughts under cut:

For starters, I did a similar Zelda piece a few years ago and ran into the problem that I can't really draw anything else than anime teen girls, which is kind of a problem in a drawing where half the characters are above 20 and their age differences are the whole point. And in addition almost everyone is supposed to be royalty with very similar clothes too. But in my defense, in general it can be pretty hard to tell the ages of 25 to 40 year old anime women anyway.

I needed a reference for the body proportions in order to even get started, so I quickly thought "who is an anime woman who doesn't look like a teenager", and used Yor's character sheet for assistance. The younger characters' proportions are a little inconsistent, since I couldn't choose if I would look at realistic growth chart or go with the anime look (where teens and children are often shorter than they would be in real life) so the result is this weird hybrid.

Four Swords (December 2, 2022) & Four Swords Adventures (March 18, 2004) - Chronologically they are different Zeldas even though they use the same promo art/character design, so I used the promo art design for the original FS Zelda and drew the FSA Zelda based on her sprite. There's not much to these designs, they have very little going on in terms of story or personality to use as inspiration and their character design doesn't offer much anything original when compared to the other more well known Zeldas either. Their only distinct element is the big red hair bow, but I thought it would look too childish when they're supposed to be in their twenties here.

Minish Cap (November 4, 2004) - There's not a lot MC Zelda that I could use for inspiration. But then I remembered that a while ago I wrote about how the pointy hat Queen Ambi wears should be used more often, so I thought I should put my money where my mouth is and draw it here, since Zelda does wear a red cap for a couple seconds in MC. In general the MC Zelda and both FS Zeldas are at a little awkward age for this picture, since they're too old for youthful child designs but not really old enough for more mature queenly designs either.

Skyward Sword (November 18, 2011) - Her design is based on her concept design, which I assume is meant to be her casual look and not the ceremonial costume she wears in the game.

Ocarina of Time (November 21, 1998) - I decided that age-wise she makes the cut of when I start using updos. Why do the Zeldas have such similar canon hairstyles anyway, it was surprisingly boring to work with them. Still not sure about the curls though, my fancy dress design artbook that I used for inspiration had so many cute curly hairstyles but I couldn't really use any here because I worried the characters would become unrecognisable. But since OoT Zelda had some curls in her "sideburns" she fell victim here.

Hyrule Warriors (August 14, 2014) - HW Zelda has a distinct enough design from the other Zeldas that it gives a lot of elements to work with, though her age here limits it a little since she's too young for bikini armour. Also because HW is a spin off, I also considered including the Cadence of Hyrule Zelda, but that led to the realisation that it would have opened the doors to CDI Zelda as well. Which I guess would have been fine, but this is already a pretty wide drawing full of adults, so while a Cadence of Hyrule Zelda would have been easy to fit on the front row, I couldn't justify adding even more adults just for the CDI games. So only HW is included because I've played it and actually like it.

Zelda 1 (February 21, 1986) - The original Zelda is at an age where it's a little awkward how there's little difference between her (38 years old) and OoT Zelda (25). But I couldn't think of any anime that would help me as reference here, and I don't think she's old enough to have that "this character is getting old" wrinkle under her eye (you know the one).

Echoes of Wisdom (September 26, 2024) - I think she looks a bit too old here to be a zero-days-old newborn but work with me here.

Breath of the Wild (March 3, 2017) - She's actually at the age where her mum died, poor girl. She's very refreshing to work with since her look is so different from the other Zeldas.

A Link to the Past (November 21, 1991) & A Link between Worlds (November 22, 2013) - Originally I also had the Oracles Zelda in this since she does have a unique design, but then again I consider the Oracles Link to be the same as in aLttP which ought to apply to Zelda as well, plus the design isn't unique in any interesting way and is just a combination of the OoT & aLttP designs, so in the end I just gave the Oracles Zelda sprite's hair buns to aLbW Zelda. Overall having to use the essentially same design for both aLttP and aLbW Zelda wasn't much fun, especially when neither really offers anything notable in terms of story or personality, but at least they're pretty far apart when it comes to age.

Twilight Princess (November 19, 2006) - I haven't played her game so I don't know a lot about her (other than reading the manga which didn't give me anything to work with either) and she's also close to her canon age (?) here so she ended up looking pretty similar to her canon design.

Spirit Tracks (December 7, 2009) - This was a tough one because technically ST Zelda does have a lot of elements to her story and character that could work for a redesign, but not really for the purposes of this picture. Anything train related is more of Link's thing, and anything ghost related doesn't really fit either since she's not supposed to be a ghost at this age. And as for the Phantom, I got the impression that while she learned to appreciate it, she didn't exactly like using it, and that personality-wise she would prefer not to go on another similar adventure. So In the end I just replaced the regular armour parts many Zeldas have in their designs with the Phantom armour and used the ghost palette for the rest of her look, and I kind of like the result. Her personality looks a little out of character though but I couldn't resist the opportunity to draw this with Grandma Tetra.

Wind Waker (December 13, 2002) - I haven't played WW so I'm not sure how accurate this is, but drawing her with the pirate design definitely added some much needed variety to this picture. I really like her twirly hairstyle in canon, but I also really wanted to draw her with short hair, so it had to go. Maybe ST Zelda can style her hair in a twirl when she gets older to compensate?

The Adventure of Link (January 14, 1987) - Really don't know what happened here, not particularly happy with the end result. I prefer to draw the Zelda 2 Zelda with her sprite design because just reusing the OG Zelda design is boring, but I really should have kept it closer to that since now she's practically unrecognisable.

[lowtaperfeyd]

What about a feyd x reader in a lower house on the rise? Like they have a strong lime of the voice but few resources/ titles. The baron knows this and works out a marriage alliance he just needed to see which nephew would get reader and after rabans failure feyd comes out on top.

Monochromatic

Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x Reader

warnings: mentions of killing, blood, wounds, dune stuff, but still overall kinda fluffy

author's note: never realized that austin butlers head was so pointy

wc: 2357

The baron was shrugged over in his giant vat of oily black liquid. The room was dark, stuffy, and full of tension

“Piter,” he rasped. 

“Yes my lord?” Piter De Vries said, seemingly coming out of the shadows. 

“The (L/N)’s? Did they agree?”

“Yes, sire”

The Baron let out a malicious snicker.

“Who should they go to, Piter?” the Baron said with untimely humor. 

“Both of your nephews have potential…” he said, leaving something out. 

“But?”

“Feyd’s destructive, we can’t have him break your most valuable asset. Rabban is too easy to walk on, too emotional. They aren’t dumb, they'll see. Let your nephews sweat it out, make the decision at the end.�� 

“A challenge, a competition,” he murmured, sneering. “Very good, Piter.”

He said before submerging under the crude oil

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“Father, you cannot allow this!” (Y/N) shouted. 

“The Baron is making us a very good deal!” He yelled back. 

“A very good deal for him!”

“What are you implying?” He interrogated 

“He only wants to benefit himself.” They retorted. “And besides, you don’t know which one I’m marrying! Do you want your child to marry a tyrant who instills terror in people or a coldblooded killer who finds pleasure in it!” 

Silence cut through the room like a sharpened knife and thick tension poured from the wound. It still wielded and ready to slash again. 

“I want what’s best.” their father said through gritted teeth. 

(Y/N) looked at their father one more time. Feelings of betrayal and anger ran through their body. Their fists clenched like iron and knees locked a dungeon door. There was no saving from this damned situation. 

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It had been a couple of weeks since (Y/N) had arrived at the Harkonnen homeworld, Geidi Prime. None of the servants looked them in the eye, or in fact looked at them without trepidation. They had no encounter with Rabban because of his earlier departure to Arrakis to begin his duties and they were very careful to not cross paths with Feyd-Rautha. 

As (Y/N) was strolling through the bland walls of the Harkonnen Fortress, the sounds of clanging metal and grunting became more and more apparent. As they creeped closer, they noticed it was the Baron’s nephew, Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen. Who was training with a man wearing an entirely black uniform and an upside down hat that looked like an archaic hammerhead shark. They stood against a nearby dark gray pillar, partially covered by it.  

A gladiator, an entertainer, a killer, a man who killed his own mother, and surprisingly a man who bleeds. They thought.

Suddenly, the clangs stopped.

“Why are you watching me?” he questioned, annoyed.  

(Y/N) rushed to take refuge from behind the pillar, hoping that Feyd-Rautha would think he was going crazy. Their breath sped up as panic flowed freely. 

Feyd-Rautha turned around fully, looking head on at the pillar. His eyes were dark, darker than they had ever seen before, and filled with a never ending fire of irritation. 

“Why are you hiding from me?” his tone changed from annoyance to ridiculing. He bared his teeth in a smile as he began stalking toward them, knife in hand.

Courage surged through (Y/N) as they abandoned their relative safety. 

“I wasn’t hiding” they declared, their voice still uneasy. “I just went behind the pillar.” Feyd-Rautha continued to approach them, with mile length strides, getting so close to (Y/N) he could most likely hear their heart beating out their chest. He raised his knife to their neck and swirled it with no pressure, barely on them. 

He ran his black tongue against his pale lips. (Y/N) maintained eye contact. Their eyes cold to match his. Just as quickly as he placed his knife on their neck, he swiftly removed it. There was a glint of mischief and entertainment in his eyes as he turned away from them with no words.

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Dear Mother, 

It has been 5 months since my departure from home. I miss you as well as everyone else. Besides the fact I’m exceptionally alone, it has all been well.  The costumes are foreign and the people are either scared into submission or as cut-throat as the Harkonnen family. 

I have only exchanged correspondence with Count Glossu Rabban, the governor of Arrakis. His actions on Arrakis are devolving into idiocracy and foolishness as he has been terrorized by the ever mysterious Maud’Dib, desert mouse. I only know this because he whines in his letters. I’ve come to my own conclusion that some soldiers think it's a death sentence to be sent there, others the greatest honor. 

On the other hand, Na-Baron Feyd-Rautha is insane Feyd-Rautha. He only fights drugged opponents and toys with them like a cat with a mouse. He threatens slaves and servants with them being eaten by his ‘darlings’, a group of three cannibalistic harpies. Who are equally as terrifying as him. They all have beady black eyes and sharp black teeth to match. Whilst they always sneer, I seem to be on the receiving end of most of them. It’s not a satisfying feeling. 

I’ve received no further word on which nephew I am marrying. It seems like a sick twisted game the Baron is playing. In my time here I have been the butt of many reiterations of ‘time will time’ in a way that reeks of some form of schadenfreude, taking pleasure in my displeasure of not knowing. The nephews seem to have their own opinions on the matter, in other words they both think it will be them. I have heard from Rabban’s letters that he thinks that since he is currently ruling a planet that he should have a wife by his side. Feyd has taken a different approach. Due to the nature of why I am here, I have been witness to many of the gladiatorial events put on by the Baron for Feyd-Rautha. After every victory, he raises his bloodied knife and faces the Imperial Box filled by the Baron, me, Piter de Vries, and others. While this all seems very normal, he makes direct and stern eye contact with me and statues, like I’m already his. This could be easily interpreted as he is just doing this in the general direction of the Box, but if you have felt the full force of his eyes, then you know when they're on you. 

This was very prevalent at his birthday celebration fight. Though the overarching weight felt heavier and more severe in the grand scheme of things. 

He often speaks of his fights and other things. It’s all very Harkonnen.

I'll update you later,

Love,

(Y/N)

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Looking out the tall window, (Y/N) saw the pollution outside of Geidi Prime. Smoke stacks covered more of the skyline than skyscrapers. It was dulled by the black sun which gave the whole planet a depressed atmosphere. Occasionally there would be a firework that looked like drops of black ink for pens. 

Softly heavy footsteps began to slinked forward towards them. Footsteps that could have only belonged to one person. 

“You don't have a very grand palace for such nobility” They declared, still looking out the window. 

“It's grand by Harkonnen standards.” Feyd-Rautha replied, smoothly. 

“What I’m saying is where I’m from, the spires from clock towers reach the clouds and beige brick is the backdrop of green ivy and creeping vines” (Y/N) recovered. 

“I didn’t mean to offend or insult your planet and home.” 

Feyd-Rautha walked forward his hands behind his back and it was almost like he was walking playfully. He took a place next to them to look out the window, his head slightly swooped down. 

“It's very,” he started, “monochromatic.”

“I mean, it makes sense from the sun,” they mentioned, “cancels everything out.” 

“More or less.” 

They stood there for a while, watching the ink drop fireworks light up the sky. A comfortable silence eased over them, as crackles were heard above. It was one of the pleasantest conversions they'd had together since (Y/N) arrival. 

Feyd-Rautha cleared his throat. 

“Tell me about your home world.” Feyd-Rautha asked.

“My home world?”

Feyd gave them a slight nod.

“Well,” they breathed out, “the air is much clearer than here and there are fields of tall green grass that is littered with yellow flowers, dandelions, which make the valley smell a little sweet. Crystal water with white beaches, multicolored ships across the horizon, and a gentle breeze from the water.”

“That sounds nice” he admitted quietly, 

“It is, it’s very nice.”

“You must miss it very dearly.”

“I do,” they said, partially, “the people can be very annoying.” 

Feyd let out a small chuckle at their brash words. 

“I can agree with that.” 

“Oh no, Na-Baron thinks his own people are annoying.” (Y/N) teased. 

“Sometimes.” 

It was now their turn to laugh. (Y/N) let out a chuckle and a smile at his honesty. 

“Be careful,” Feyd joked, “I could have you fed to my pets.” 

“Who would you marry me if I wasn’t here?” (Y/N) feigned concern.

“Don't worry, I would keep your pretty face to marry.”

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“For such a skilled fighter, you are a clumsy man.” 

“He snuck up on me-”

“‘While I was fighting the other one, lighty cut my arm, before I heroically killed him. Yes Feyd, it's as if you have told me a hundred times.” They retorted. 

The gash along his bicep was skinny and long. Dried blood encased the outside of the wound. (Y/N) took a damp cloth and began to carefully clean the wound. Their eyebrows were furrowed together with concentration. Every so often they dipped the cloth back into the pot of warm water. Feyd looked at them as they worked diligently. For such a tense man, he was relaxed. He leaned back against the firm arm chair he was sitting in and his hands weren’t clenched.  Shortly, they finished cleaning the wound and began walking to the other side of the room to grab a roll of bandages. 

“I think you may have missed a spot, my dear.” Feyd poked fun at them, while they were walking away. 

“Don’t start with me right now, Feyd-Rautha.” (Y/N) asserted as they walked back to his side. They took a seat on the small stool beside him and began wrapping the wound tightly. 

“It may scar. But knowing you it could just make you look scarier to your opponents.”

Feyd softly hummed in agreement. 

“There, all done.” (Y/N) said as they finished wrapping his injury. Quickly, they gathered all the equipment they used and put it away so that a mess wouldn’t need to be cleaned up later. 

“You know if it wasn’t for me you would still be bleeding” They said mischievously 

Feyd got up from his chair and began to slowly walk towards them. 

(Y/N)’s back was turned against him as they put the cloth into a basket. 

“It would be quite a sight to see the petrifying Na-Baron say than!-’

Before they could finish their sentence, Feyd wrapped an arm around their waist, turned them around, and kissed them passionately. Their teeth clashed against each other while their lips molded together. The kiss was unbreakable while simultaneously free. It was like the energy between them was alive and breathing as they were. Feyd pulled away from the kiss, both of them breathless.

“Thank you,” he breathed out, “thank you very much.” 

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As (Y/N) was walking through the barren halls of the Harkonnen fortress, a negative cloud seemed to linger overhead. A cloud that could even bring concern and freight to the toughest of Sardaukar. Before they knew it they were in front of the menacing doors that belonged to the grand dining room that was mainly used for state occasions. Beside the doors were two Harkonnen slaves who seemed to be waiting for (Y/N) to ask for the doors to be opened. 

They gestured to the door, indicating to them to open it. 

When the doors opened, a long, dark, wooden table filled with enough food to feed the planet twice ove, lit candelabras, and elaborate centerpieces filled with dark florals. Baron Harkonnen sat at the head of the table, scarving done plates of food with little care one after another. Feyd-Rautha sat to the right of his uncle with hawk-like eyes pointed at (Y/N) while the Baron was still consuming. 

They took a small step forward to fully stand in the room and announce their presence. 

“Baron Harkonnen, Na-Baron, you wanted to see me?” they stated

The baron finally looked up from his food. 

“Ah yes come here,” he said in a voice he would use for close relatives and gestured for them to take a seat, “come here don’t be shy.” 

(Y/N) plodded down the side of the table to sit to the left of the Baron and opposite Feyd. Feyd’s face was carved by the candlelit shadows. There was a reminisce of a smirk on his lips and in his eyes. 

“Now,” the Baron started with food in his mouth, “there is quite a bit of news that needs to be shared-” 

“Exciting news.” Feyd cut in.

“Yes, very exciting,” he said, swallowing, “first and foremost, the governorship of Arrakis has been taken from Rabban.”

“Oh dear.” (Y/N) said flatly, 

“And?” they asked the Baron.

Instead of the Baron answering their question, his nephew shot in. 

“I am to marry you.” 

“Yes, as my nephew blatantly said, you are to be his wife. And accompany him to Arrakis.”

Dumbfounded, (Y/N) contemplated what just played out before them. 

“I understand the part about me marrying Na-Baron.”  They affirmed, “But why would we go to Arrakis. 

“Well due to Rabban’s failure as governor, it is only right that the title gets passed to Feyd.” 

“I’m marrying Feyd and then we will go to Arrakis.”

“Now you have it.” the Baron replied triumphantly. 

As if in a flash, more color seemed to be added to the world of Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen and his soon to be spouse, (Y/N). 

[mc-lukanette]

"I'm the least-witch witch ever," Marinette groaned, burying her head in her arms on the table. A book titled History of Witch Fashion, thick but shockingly lacking in substance, laid open in front of her, turned all the way to the last page.

She understood it to some degree. Witches of the past had little need to change the way they looked due to their circumstances, as they tended to live far out in the woods where no one would see them anyway. It was a "waste" to worry about updating their look, and wearing all black tended to make camouflaging spells go more smoothly if they needed to go anywhere potentially dangerous at night.

Even in the modern day, there remained reasons to stick to tradition, such as to ensure that people knew what they were. Anyone who looked like a "genuine witch" was someone people could trust for potions or spells once magic became more socially acceptable.

But Marinette's problem was simple: she hated it. She couldn't pull off the all black look and found the generic pointy witch hats to, quite bluntly, look like traffic cones that just came back from a funeral.

"I don't even have a black cat!" she cried out in distress.

"Mrrah?"

She pushed herself up, turning to the white short-haired cat sitting nearby. "It's not your fault, Clawton! You're perfect just the way you are!"

The cat puffed out its chest with pride, a tiny gentlecat without a tuxedo.

Marinette smiled, feeling a little cheered up by it, but faltered when she looked at the book again. Centuries of witch fashion laid before her, yet there were only tiny, insignificant changes made over time. Even seasonal changes recommended temperature-related spells to show off instead of dressing for the weather like a normal person.

"It's fine!" she told herself, hitting the table with both hands. A surge of magic caused the book to float upwards, and Marinette ordered it into the garbage, deciding, "I'll just... have to take the witch fashion world by storm, all by myself!"

Clawton let out a concerned mew, but didn't protest.

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Step one of Marinette's lack of a plan was finding inspiration, and there were few better ways of doing that than walking around the town and taking in the sights. Clawton walked next to her, tiny pawsteps sounding beside her own footsteps as she scribbled anything that gave even remotely "witch-y" vibes. It was like making a mood board.

Nothing solid was forming in her head thus far, but it was better than nothing. While it wasn't likely to happen, she did hope for that special spark, that magical thing that'd make her go—

"Mrreow!"

Marinette stopped, surprised to hear her cat speak up when it was usually so quiet in public. Looking down, she called out worriedly, "Clawton?"

It didn't even glance at her, taking off like a shot down the street. She gasped, shocked but reacting quickly enough to chase after it.

"Hey, come back! Where are you going?"

She only hoped that her mood as of late hadn't been affecting it. Cats were sensitive to magical and emotional fluctuations in witches, making them solid pets but ones that could also take on or share a witch's stress if they chose to.

If that did end up being the case, she probably owed it a few treats.

Clawton turned on a dime to dart around a corner, Marinette not far behind. She heard someone yelp and fall over just as she turned that same corner, though slightly clumsier than her cat had been.

Sitting on the ground was a teenage boy, probably around her age, though she focused on little else when she saw Clawton purring in his lap. Horrified, she hurried to the two, plucking her cat from him and settling it in her arms.

She rambled off, "I'm so sorry! It's not usually like that, but now it knocked you over and—did it rip your clothes?! I swear I'll sew them up—I'll make it better even, I—!"

"They didn't scratch me."

Marinette paused mid-sentence, somehow managing to hear his soft voice over her panicking, and blinked at him. Taking in what she had assumed were "cat scratches," she realized that they were actually purposeful rips in the clothes. Even the knees of his pants had similar ones when she actually looked, and they more obviously weren't caused by a cat.

As the boy stood back up, entirely calm despite what had happened, Clawton hopped down from her arms to do figure eights around his legs. Marinette was still busy taking in his fashion, eyes scanning him up and down to fully capture it.

His pants and shoes were notably black, but not too much even with his black hair. He kept it interesting with the white and shades of blue he wore on his upper body, in addition to the blue highlights in his hair that were either natural or dyed. The rips she'd mistaken for cat scratches did still give off the same energy in a way, and if they were in another place, then maybe—

Marinette's eyes widened. Without another thought, she stepped forward, taking the boy's hands and clasping them together in her own. Looking him right in the eyes, she asked spontaneously, "Will you be my muse?!"

He blinked.

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The embarrassment took a few seconds to strike, after which came a slew of apologies and a promise to make up for the onslaught from both her and her cat. He insisted it was fine, but she insisted right back.

They eventually ended up sitting on a bench together at a public flower garden, complete with iced tea that Marinette had bought for them. Apparently, the boy often went there himself for his own inspiration - just as a musician rather than a fashion designer - so he smelled strongly of flowers that her cat adored, which explained why it had jumped him.

While Clawton rolled around and stretched amongst some thyme, the boy took a sip of his iced tea and wondered aloud, "So, changing witch fashion all on your own, huh?"

She whined, wishing she could hide behind her own cup. "I know. It sounds insane."

"No, I like the sound of that." He turned to her with a gentle smile. "I'm Luka, by the way."

She shot him a skeptical look. "Marinette. Are we exchanging names because you want a restraining order?"

He chuckled, shaking his head. "You're fine. Honestly, I want to help you if I can."

"Really?" She paused. "Clawton didn't hit your head, did he? I know I said when we were getting drinks that you'd get benefits if this took off, but..."

He leaned back against the bench and swung an arm over the top of it, shrugging with the arm holding his cup. "I think if anyone can do it, it's you. You have incredible energy, Marinette." He grinned. "Enough to ask a stranger to be your muse."

He somehow felt positive enough about the experience to joke about it. Marinette knew then that either she had overreacted, she had struck diamond in finding this boy, or both. Either way, giving him up would be the most foolish thing she could do.

It helped that he, now that she was truly looking at him and not just his clothes, was exactly her type. He dressed in a style that was clearly his own and carried himself as such, confident and comfortable in the clothes he wore without coming off arrogant. Better yet was that he still had cat fur on his pants from when Clawton had rubbed itself on him, yet he seemed totally unbothered.

Gods and goddesses above, he was perfect.

Of course, if he was going to be her muse for such an important task, then it would have to be strictly professional, so she tried not to think about it too hard. She'd been told before that she could be a bit much, so she would have to be all business about this.

"Can I add a condition?" Luka asked suddenly.

"Huh? Yeah—er, yes." She tried to say it formally, straightening her back in perfect posture even if the colorful cup of iced tea kind of ruined it. "What is it?"

The corner of his lips twitched into a brief smirk at the action, but he carried on, "Can you be my muse too?"

"Ah?" Her shoulders slumped, already ruining the poise she'd been trying to maintain. "Me? You mean Clawton?"

"You," he insisted. "I like your cat too, but I think you're interesting, Marinette. If we're going to get to know each other, shouldn't we do it the best way creative people like us do?"

The logic was hard to argue with, especially with the slew of emotions he'd just caused her: bafflement that he'd want her of all people as a muse, shyness at the look he'd given her when he'd said it, and all of that preceding sheer joy.

"S-so you'll really do it then?" she realized, bouncing up out of her seat and facing him. "You'll be my muse?!"

He nodded, reaching a hand up to her for a handshake. "We've got a deal."

"Yes! I could just kiss you!" she blurted out. A second later, she caught herself and quickly corrected, "Ah, not really—not now—unless you—ah, thanks!"

She put her own hand out to complete the handshake, the two positively beaming, and thus began the relationship between the two teenage business partners that just happened to be each other's muse.

[39472034658449305249465224devils]

i just have a really hard time calling this an 'upgrade in visuals' personally

i guess ill just always have a 'retro bias' but like... idk.

as much as im a 3ds era lover there is NO denying the art of earlier FEs (espessially 4 through 8 to me) just has such a soul filled charm that separates it so heavily from more modern titles. the trends of the time, the artists onboard, tighter understanding of aesthetics and identity all really end up making a strong and memorable visual style(s). older FEs seem to have a better idea of what they are, and thats not a new concept to the fandom at all. its difficult because the shift is not really something that can simply be 'undone'. its not 2001 so FE wont 'look 2001' anymore. but at some point, something distinct and valuable was lost in the chase of business over artwork.

[abyranss]

Smile!

In Magia Record's re-run of the Nagisa's Wish event, Yuu has at long last been given a canon design, and she's adorable.

In the past, I drew a design for her myself (here, and here) based on the old silhouette they used and I talked a bit then about the similarities I saw between her and Nagisa's appearances. Have a look at those for context if you'd like, because I'm going to revisit that again here with her new look. Below the cut ↓

To start with, some of the things I pointed out on Yuu's silhouette as being shared with Nagisa's magical girl outfit did not survive to her final appearance, such as the fuzz around the edge of her neck frill, the shorts she wears, and the bows along her tails and across her frill.

Though the tails themselves which I compared to the pompoms hanging from Nagisa's hat did survive, that alone isn't enough to draw a connection.

So it seems unlikely that when Nagisa made her wish, her appearance was influenced by Yuu being the first and only magical girl she'd met up to that point.

We can scrap that idea.

However, the parts of Yuu that I noted as resembling Nagisa's witch form, Charlotte... those do still hold up. When you look closely at Yuu, she has rings in her eyes which aren't present when she isn't transformed, and we now know that she uses her horn as her weapon.

Charlotte has a pure white face and a split open mouth, like Nagisa's mother described her killer. This is the strongest piece of evidence which the rest of it is built upon.

Charlotte attacks with her face as well.

And admittedly, perhaps reaching a little here, Charlotte as a worm has a cone-shaped pointy nose that might resemble Yuu's horn.

They also just both have clown energy.

Huh. Looking at these pictures I'm now wondering if I could draw a comparison between Charlotte's head wings and the bundles of cloth hanging from either side of Yuu's head.

...

Yuu was instrumental in Nagisa's transformation over the course of the story, from someone accepting of the abuse she experienced every day into a person seeking to cut ties with her family and create her own freedom, and then Yuu played the part of the person who mistakenly took Nagisa's agency away from her at the end which is what tipped Nagisa over the edge, so I like the idea a lot that Nagisa's grief made manifest from that event took a form that recognises the significance of the Sleepwalking Ghost.

[toxictigertonic]

Happy Halloween!! I was going to post this earlier today, but the past two weeks have been wack so I'm writing this the day of lol.

COYLE

- Hates Halloween bc crime increases Halloween night and he's sick of dealing with property damage calls. Though, he does like enforcing the law, so he does get a little enjoyment out if it.

- He'd walk into a Halloween party for a noise complaint and get mistaken for a male stripper 😔

- Finds people dressing up as a cop insulting. Little kids could get away with it, but adults? That's impersonating an officer, bucko!

- If someone asked if he was dressed as a cop he'd actually lose his shit and get into a screaming match with them. The disrespect!

- Not the biggest fan of candy, but he'd be the guy that actually enjoys candy corn. The monster /j

- A little old lady would offer him candy and he'd accept it with a smile, then immediately try to pass it off to someone else.

- He would NOT pass out candy. Fucker hands out apples and shit bc he likes to see the disappointment in children's eyes.

- Says some absolutely WILD shit to anyone in a sexy costume. Man or woman, doesn't matter, he's pointing out how you look in a very uncomfortable way.

- Kids would manage to prank his ass and handcuff him to something for the rest of the night. Good luck responding to calls, jackass.

MOTHER GOOSEBERRY

- She loves Halloween, Futterman hates it with a passion for obvious reasons.

- She's cooing over the children's costumes. She'd give extra cute outfits extra candy (if Futterman let her hand out candy)

- Futterman makes her hand out apples and floss and toothbrushes and she feels a little bad seeing the children get sad. The babies deserve a little treat :(

- She'd secretly hide a piece of candy under the apple and dump it into the kid's hand with a not so secret wink.

- Futterman lectures small children who have big bags of candy and makes them cry. You're gonna get cavities!!

- In particular, if he sees taffy or candy corn or anything that's pure sticky sugar he loses his fucking mind. Screaming about plaque and tartar while the kids run away.

- Gooseberry is dressed up as a big friendly witch! Her pointy hat and heeled boots make her even taller and the children are in awe of this big friend. Futterman is her familiar. He's not impressed.

- If Futterman had a choice he'd be a weregoose. He's frightening children in more ways than one.

- I can guarantee she didn't get to go trick or treating as a kid. She should be allowed to trick or treat as an adult without Futterman giving her shit.

FRANCO

- Another child who didn't get to go trick or treating. Got to see other children receive candy but his dad 1. Didn't care enough to take him trick or treating, and 2. Knew it was far too dangerous to be out and about with his status as mob boss.

- This translates to a desperate need for him to go trick or treating. But, he'd be really iffy on wearing a costume. On one hand, he wants to really experience what he missed out on! On the other hand, he feels like he'd be mocked and that he doesn't need a costume, he just deserves candy.

- A little old lady would pinch his cheek and call his costume cute and he wouldn't be sure if he should cry or get pissed off.

- The amount of candy this man would devour would be terrifying for anyone to witness. Candy after candy, chocolate after chocolate, his tummy would hurt so bad by the end.

- He's NOT picky, either. Have a candy you don't like? Pass it to him, he'll scarf it down without even thinking about it. A couple of the sticky ones make his teeth hurt, though.

- The sugar crash afterwards would be legendary. He's face down on the carpet, half dead, shaking from the low blood sugar, with a puddle of drool under him. Someone clean him up and put him to bed.

- Costume wise, I can either see him going as an imp (the poster and bc he's my evil little guy) OR a unicorn bc of the line he has with Coyle. Pacifier comes with both outfits whether you like it or not.

- If you offer him some shit like popcorn balls or non candy when he comes to your door (or point out that he's an adult), he's pulling out Lupara. Don't test him, he's rabid.

- He'd be so excited if he could go trick or treating with Gooseberry. He'd hold her hand and feel like the most special little guy. One hand in hers, one hand on his pumpkin pail, paci in his mouth, he's happy as can be.

I love Halloween so much, everyone have a great night and enjoy some candy and the Geister event!

@thehalloweenspooks @millie-milkshake (thank you both for asking teehee)

[fox-guardian]

[ID: A digital drawing in a vintage cartoon style of Sasha and Tim as a witch and a black cat respectively. Sasha is a tall Afro-Latina woman with curly black hair and she is wearing a purple and orange dress with a matching pointy hat and orange and black striped thigh-high socks, black slippers, as well as a black choker, round yellow earrings, and she is holding a broom. Tim is a short, stocky Latino man with purple hair a small goatee, and cat ears, and he is wearing a black bodysuit with feet paws and a tail, and a bell collar and rectangular glasses. They are both smiling and posing as if for a photo with Sasha having one hand on her hip and one leg raised, and Tim raising his hands up like paws. The colors are offset from the line-art in multiple directions and the background is off-white. end ID]

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the timsasha halloween piece has arrived!! enjoy the powerful witch, miss sasha james and her familiar tim :3c

[yournowheregirl]

read my mind

rating: G | wc: 1225 | cw: none

The first word that comes to mind when Eddie steps foot into the Harrington house is ‘chaos’.

Which is weird, because he had come to know Steve’s house as neat and very much put together. It was probably a combination of weekly cleaning and the fact of Mrs. Harrington’s obsession with interior design and keeping everything absolutely perfect, even though she wasn’t there most of the time. But this time there are loose pieces of paper all over the floor and a pile of books in the middle of the hallway, like someone had spent hours researching something.

Eddie also hears some kind of ruckus coming from the kitchen and he prepares himself for the worst. He might not be all that up-to-date with all of the crazy shit that’s been happening in Hawkins over the last few years, but he has been through enough to know that something weird can happen at anytime.

As he approaches the kitchen, Eddie jangles his keys, sliding them between his fingers as a makeshift weapon, just in case. He stomps his feet a little louder than usual and takes a deep breath, preparing for the worst, as he turns the corner.

If he thought the hallway was chaotic, it’s nothing in comparison to what Eddie finds in the kitchen. The clutter of books and loose papers had made its way onto the tiled floor, but it was joined with what looks like miles and miles of tin foil. Eddie’s eyes follow the silver trail to the other side of the kitchen, where he finds the two culprits.

Steve is sitting at the kitchen table with Robin sitting on the floor in between his legs, and while that isn’t something unusual, their accessories definitely are. Because Steve is wearing an absolutely ridiculous tin foil hat, with a pointy end and all, and for a second Eddie wonders if this is a new hair routine for him. Steve is focused on making a hat for Robin, it seems, as he’s wrapping even more tin foil around her head as well.

“What the fuck are you two doing?”

“Babe!” Steve says with a bright smile. “You came at the perfect time!”

“Uh, you invited me, and also, that doesn’t answer my question. What the fuck are you two doing?” Eddie asks again. “Is this the new and improved Steve Harrington hair ritual?”

“No,” Robin replies with a roll of her eyes. “We’re testing out our telepathy.”

Eddie blinks, completely dumbfounded at what Robin had just said. “I’m sorry, what?”

“Yeah, there must have been something in that bunker, or in the Upside Down, something, because we totally have powers now. Like, I always know what Robin’s thinking, for some reason,” Steve says, and oh God, he’s being sincere isn’t he?

“Yes! So today, while I was shelving tapes at work, I was thinking about how the moon landing was totally faked, right? And then Steve just finished my thought, saying ‘oh yeah, they faked it for sure’ like it was nothing,” Robin says excitedly. ”I didn’t even say anything! He just read my mind!”

Now Eddie hasn’t been scared away from the freaky sides of things, it even earned him a nickname, but this is a little too weird. Even for him. There’s no way that Steve and Robin actually have supernatural powers, no matter how hard they try to believe it. But then Eddie notices how excited they both are, and the big smiles on their faces make him smile as well. Sure, they’re being ridiculous right now, but he figures they deserve to be after all they’ve been through.

“Okay, I’ll bite. What can I do to help?”

“Right, so…”

Apparently Robin has raided the Harrington’s personal library on all the science books they had (which Eddie had noticed in the hallway) and cooked up an experiment that will prove once and for all that she and Steve are telepathically connected. All Eddie has to do is a little word association, and if both Robin and Steve write down the same word without looking at each other’s answers, it proves their connection beyond any doubt.

Well, Eddie still has his doubts, but whatever.

Once Steve and Robin are all set, their backs against each other and a piece of paper and pen in hand, Eddie gives them their first word: chocolate. He gives them both five seconds to think of something, but while they look very confident, their answers don’t match up.

“Sorry. Steve said milk and Robin said cocoa,” Eddie tsks. “Not a match.”

“It’s basically the same thing,” Robin scoffs. “Another one.”

“Fine. Your next word is, uh, sun.”

After five seconds, Steve shows his paper, which says summer, while Robin’s says hot. Again, not a match.

“Well, summers are hot, so we’re getting close.” Steve shrugs. “We’ll get the next one, Robs, I can feel it.”

But with every word Eddie throws at them, they continue getting close to a similar answer (Steve answers ‘sky’ while Robin says ‘galaxy’ when Eddie gives them the word ‘star’) but it’s never an exact match. This doesn’t deter them in the slightest; they continue to be convinced of their powers while Eddie starts to believe less and less. Not that he believed it in the first place.

That is until…

“Okay, final one,” Eddie sighs, and because his stomach is rumbling, says, “Hungry.”

Steve and Robin scribble away on their papers and then show Eddie their words in unison. For the first time, they have the exact same word on paper: ‘pasta.’ Eddie must look either shocked or impressed at this turn of events, because Steve positively lights up at the sight of him.

“Did we get it?” He asks, looking over his shoulder at Robin’s paper and beaming when he sees the answer. “Robin! We got it!”

“I knew it! I knew we had a connection!” Robin exclaims. “Do you believe us now, Eddie?”

Eddie huffs in response. “That doesn’t prove anything. You’re just saying that because you were supposed to make pasta today, remember? You invited me over for lasagna?”

“Oh shit. You’re right,” Steve says with a sheepish grin on his face. He carefully removes the tinfoil hat and Eddie tries not to laugh at the ridiculous state of his hair. A very wise decision because he’s rewarded with a quick kiss from Steve. “I guess we got a little distracted. Sorry babe.”

“Yeah, yeah. You’re lucky you’re cute,” Eddie flirts back. “Now, where’s the pasta?”

After the kitchen is cleaned up, Steve starts working on the lasagna. Eddie offers to help, but Steve tells him to just sit back and relax. Well, Eddie can definitely do just that. Robin does get to help though, saying something about the lasagna being her mom’s recipe, so she has the final say with the ingredients.

As Eddie watches them cook together, moving around the kitchen in perfect sync and handing each other spatulas and seasoning without asking for it, he can’t help but wonder if Steve and Robin do have some kind of psychic connection after all.

happy birthday!! @stobinesque 🎉🎁🎂 me and @legitcookie cooked up this little silly stobin brainworm for you to celebrate your birthday!! we hope you enjoyed!

[ask-elliot-doorman-fam]

HAPPY HALLOWEEN YALL!

Haunters Eve-

“This is embarrassing Kia…” Tera mumbled, looking at herself in the mirror, she was dressed as a cat, a black cat, the ears poking out from her mane of black hair, most of it held back in a wolf's tail.

Black fur covered felt covered the cord of her tail, the only part uncovered was the head; which protested bring covered by anything. Her costume included gloves shaped like paws- the world's most unflattering black leather jacket, and black shorts.

“You look puuurfect!” Kiara giggled, wearing a witch costume, pointy hat and all.

“Ugh… I think I'd rather be one of the monsters for Mom's haunted house again…” Tera groaned, which got worse when Kiara rang the bell attached to her neck.

“You promised~” She teased, making Tera's face heat up in blush and a growl escape her core.

“I promised to go to the festival with you and Rad… not to wear a catsuit.”

“Daw but you look sooo cute!” Kiara replied, pushing lightly on Tera's chest, making the solver drone sigh.

“Fine. Whatever, what's Rad going as?”

“Werewolf.”

“So why am I cat?! You're both actual monsters!” Tera protested, slumping in defeat.

“Hehe. Because you said you didn't care what you went as and let me pick it out for you.” Was the worker girls response, standing in the middle of Tera's room, ready to head out.

“Right…”

Kiara grabbed her wrist and out the door they went, tumbling down the walkway stairs and ending up on the ground in a minute flat.

The little town of Sanctuary was lit up in a festive hue, lights of purple, orange, and green, banners of every color depicting drone cores. There were booths full of games and prizes that ranged from food to plushies to electronic parts, and a stage with live music.

Of course… there was also a big, spooky temporary structure sat at the mouth of the front gate- the haunted house, run by the Chieftess Uzi Doorman herself.

“Hey dudes!” Said a voice from behind them, and there stood Rad, green eyes mixing well with the shaggy brown ears stuck on his hat and a limp tail attached to his shorts. He was wearing tattered rags with faux fur lining the arm and leg holes…

“Nice witch K! And uh…” He looked Tera up and down, snickering a little. “Cute kitty.” He teased.

Tera whipped forward and grabbed him by the front of his shirt, about to yell about how she absolutely was not cute- only for her big paw gloves to squeak loudly.

Rad began to laugh histericly, despite still being lifted into the air. “Oh my god! That's the best!”

Tera flustered, putting him down and crossing her arms. “I'm not cute.”

“Tell that to the squeaky paws.” Rad smirked, earning him a few more indignant grumbles.

“Soooo? Haunted House first? Lines not long and we have a whole night!” Rad suggested, pointing at the open maw of the gate that served as the entrance.

“Sure. Not like it's gonna be actually scary.” Tera shrugged. Looking a bit aloof, owning her costume accidentally.

“Awesome! -Ah wait, Kiara?”

“Um… shouldn't we do that last? It's like, the best thing to do right? Like a uh- grand finale!” There was sweat on the inside of her visor, and her voice shook.

“You're not scared are you princess?” Tera teased, lifting an eyebrow.

“N-No! Of course not!” Kiara protested. “I just think it's a better thing to do last.”

Tera and Rad looked at each other with equal shit eating grins.

“Yeah. Were going.” They said in unison, all but dragging the eldest member of the group into the maw of the unknown.

Once they pass the blackout curtains, they arrive in a recreation of the Outpost-3’s bunker doors, wide open, snow blistering from the beyond and the howling of angry winds blasting against the mouth of the underground shelter.

“Holy hell! Your mom has got the atmosphere down! It almost feels like I'm really there!” Rad exclaimed taking in the painstakingly recreated environment.

“Yeah well… Halloween is her favorite holiday.” Tera replied, heading up to where the guides were… which was just her Dad. N.

“Hey kids! I just got done with the last group. You want to go through?” His head tilted to the side and his tail wagged, he wasn't dressed up as anything. Just himself, which was perfectly on theme.

“Yes please Mr. Doorman!” Rad exclaimed in excitement, and N laughed in response. “For this tour, call me by my name…” He said eerily, visor flickering into an X and his head beginning to twitch.

“Ooooh. Spooky.” Came from Rad. Tera just chuckled and Kiara just smiled warily, scooting a bit closer to Tera.

“Follow Me.” N hummed, disappearing behind a black curtain painted to look like a ventilation shaft, and the trio went along with him, Rad leading the charge.

N lead them through a dark corridor, His voice becoming echoed.

“Before we settled here… we lived on a planet called Copper-9-' The sound of wind blew more harshly, hail pattering against the walls… “Somewhere frozen, Inhospitable, a broken, forsaken place.”

“The worker drones were safe in the bunker… but outside?”

Three giant claws erupted through the ceiling next to Tera's head. Kiara jumped a foot in the air, and Rad yelped, Tera just ducked slightly with a laugh. “Hey V.” She hummed deadpan.

“Outside there were monsters… Angels of Death that swooped down in the night, stealing away anyone caught outside the safety of the walls.”

“Aren't you a Dissasembly Drone too?” Tera called out. Knowing every keyword the attraction had by heart.

N stopped in the middle of the hall at her words before suddenly whipping around, smiling maniacally, swiping his claws just shy of actually making contact with any of the group.

He growled before pulling back. “I have more… self control…”

Rad looked impressed, whistling at the showmanship. And Tera smirked, Kiara laughed but it sounded nervous, her eyes flickering to the hall they'd just went through.

“Come on, it's just my dad.” Tera hummed, just quiet enough for Rad not to hear. Kiara laughed a little.

“I-I know! I'm not scared!”

“As I was saying… there are monsters outside.”

The audio of utter carnage began to soak through the wall; gunfire, screams, the sounds of drones being ripped apart and eaten.

“But… they don't compare to the horrors beneath the planets crust.”

The hallway opened up the room swarmed by black tentacles, erupting from the ground crawling on walls… the red overhead light made it seem like they were moving…

“Up from the depths, all drones are consumed- no matter their make or model.”

Tera shuffles uncomfortably. She never liked this section even when she was activly working in it, it always made her feel uneasy.

Kiara screams. Activating all the alarms in Tera's head, Kiara grips onto her- something pulling her down into the floor. Rad yelps as something grabs his leg too.

Tera grabs them both, acting on instinct and lifting them both off the floor with one hand, Rad in in left hand, and Kiara in her right.

She hears giggling underneath the floor and sighs.

It's the twins.

“We shouldn't linger here.” N hums ominously, inviting them to follow. And Tera drops her freinds back onto the ground.

“Come on scardy cats.” She groans before moving on, ignoring the comment from Rad about her costume.

The next room is one the Doorman family likes to lovingly call, “The Chase”

There are multiple ‘infected’ drones clawing at a fence behind them, before them is a long dark hallway, only at the end is there light.

“This is what happens to drones caught by the infection.’ N utters, his voice seeming to spur on the excitement of the infected, they growl and hiss, tentacles incasing their arms or legs- even entire face.

And then one fucking screams. Beginning to climb the gate at an unnatural speed.

“RUN!” N shouts. As the rest of the infected scale the fence to reach them, Rads the first one off, half-yelling, half-laughing as the first one leaps over the fence and sprints towards them.

Kiara is frozen though. Standing shock still as two more hit the ground running.

“Kia! Move!” Tera shouts before, taking her onto her shoulders and sprinting down the hall, but there's one drone that can somehow keep pace with her, hot on her heels as she has to actually TRY to get away.

It was probably Bishop. But that revelation only came later.

The infected drone swipes at them, just barely missing as they fall into the next room, quite literally plummeting a few feet onto a pile of pillows.

N does not follow… they are on their own.

Tera maneuvers herself so that she breaks Kiara's fall. She knew there were pillows, but old habits don't die with that knowledge. And so the worker lands on top of her with a grunt.

They both pant breathlessly, Tera staring up at the worker that has her pinned to the ground, her arms either side of her head.

Then she starts laughing. “Dammit! I knew that was coming and I still got surprised!”

Kiara joins her a moment later, both flying into a fit of giggles. “You goob! And you called me scared!”

After a moment, they climb out of the pile, pulling back a curtain to reveal a room that's pitch black…

“Rad? Raaaaad?” Kiara calls out, and gets no response. Tera squints into the darkness, it's oppressive and even the eyes on her tail struggle to make out anything.

Then- feedback noise so loud it makes Kiara wince and Tera nearly double over, yellow light rises from the floor, the entire room spinning and spinning…

The walls are flesh, the floor is flesh… there's something moving on the ceiling, it curls and coils in strange patterns, lurching unnaturally, it's humanoid then it's not, dozens of eyes in the shape of camera lenses stare at them.

Tera freezes, she knows what this room is, she's been in this room, worked here, been the one controlling the thing on the ceiling and yet being down here brought a whole new feeling.

It was the thing from her nightmares- the creature she'd been fighting every other night in her sleep, it was here, staring, looking into her soul to try and seize it from her.

She's pulled out of the room by the wrist, ending up back in the beginning room. The bunker. Her core pounding out of her chest, she doesn't realize it. But she's trembling.

“Tera? You alright?” Kiara's voice brings her out of it, and she snaps back to reality. Her Dad is back behind the desk, and Rad was chatting with some random worker in their own group.

“Wh- Yeah! Totally!” She quickly recovers, shaking off the feeling of dread and finding herself grounded by Kiara holding her hand- when had that happened?

“Alright! Let's head to the rest of the festival!” Rad runs back over to them, giddy beyond reason. Kiara's hand is quickly no longer there.

“Thank god… no more haunted house.” Kiara laughs, seeming to relax a lot more after the ordeal was over.

Tera found herself agreeing…

“Yeah. Let's just head to the rest of the festival…”

[hyuburt]

Lineup!!!

[ID: Two uncolored rough sketches of the homestuck girls lined up side by side, three on each image. The first one shows Aradia, Nepeta, and Kanaya side by side in order of blood color. Aradia is on the left and she is facing the viewer with one arm behind her back and the other raised with her hand splayed as though she is using her telekinesis. Her hair is long and curly, with two sections draping on either side of her face and over her chest. Her clothes are torn and visibly dirty. Her eyes have no pupils and her expression is calm and hollow. Next to her in the middle is Nepeta, who is energetically holding her clawed, gloved fists up next to her head in pride. She is considerably shorter than aradia, her long open jacket pooling on the floor behind her feet. The horns poking out of her hat gives the illusion of a cat face, and her two pointy bangs give the illusion of fangs. Her hair floofs out wildly around her face where it pokes out of her hat. Her expression is downright ecstatic, with a small button nose and freckles on her cheeks. To her right is Kanaya, who is notably taller than either of them. She is standing upright and still, with her hands clasped loosely below her stomach. She is wearing a shirt sleeved shirt over a long sleeved shirt, along with her signature long skirt that drapes around her slippered feet. She has a long straight nose and her expression is mild and neutral, though not unapproachable. The next image is a continuation of the homestuck girls lineup, continuing with Terezi, Vriska, and Feferi. Terezi is the shortest of the three and is drawn slightly chubby and with faint scars around her glasses, seemingly coming from her eyes. She is wearing a t-shirt, baggy jeans, and crocs with socks (though you can't see them.) She is grinning widely and holding her cane up in both hands across her body as though she is ready and eager to wack people with it. Next to her in the middle is Vriska, who is slightly taller and thinner, with a longer nose, and her expression makes her look like antagonistic, like she's laughing at someone meanly. Her robotic arm is adjusting her glasses while her other hand is on hip, and her stance is wide and confident. She is wearing her typical blazer, along with jeans that have rips and patches on them. The right lens of her glasses is augmented to make up for her missing eye. To the right of Vriska is Feferi, who is holding her trident behind her back and is leaning forward inquisitively. She appears excited and curious. Her long hair is wild and swept back from her forehead, where she has her heiress circlet. She is wearing a sleeveless shirt with several long necklaces, and an intricately shaped skirt that has two tails that drape behind her. She has on ankle bracelets and slippers. Freckles and moles are dotted all over her visible skin. End ID.]

[confusedasever]

I love your human designs!! Did something inspire them? Especially Logans and Virgils

How I made the human au designs!

All my designs are based off common fandom headcanons I’ve seen and enjoyed. I’m sure it’s pretty obvious lol. I loved taking inspiration from the other amazing human fander artists out there. It’s like a group project also isn’t it cute how the “light” sides hair goes one way and the “dark” sides hair goes the other? That was accidental.

(Fun fact a former dear friend helped with the designs of Patton and Virgil. So props to them. Thanks star!)

The designs:

🌩️Virgil: short, black hair, purple streak to look cool, (the eyes were my friends idea) really good fashion. He’s part of the freckle club. Plus he has pointy elf ears! Often wears earrings and is haunted by the ghosts of his past. My friend did the heavy lifting so if you like Virgil’s design thank them.

🪐Logan: tbh it’s just character designs I like + normal Logan, dark eyes, eye bags, freckles, ties, glasses, why change perfection any more than you have to right? I just draw him like first try every time too it’s scary lol he just appears

🍰Patton: (Another design I got help with) rounder body type, fluffy curly blonde hair, round glasses freckle club member. Manages to look like the worlds cutest man. He’s the only one with a fully rendered drawing. Logan steals his clothes.

🥇🥈Roman & Remus: these identical twins look like Alex and Alex’s evil twin from stardew valley ngl but they’re designs are inspired by Roman typically being coloured tanner than the others. Remus dresses like he wants attention, Roman dresses like he’s a cartoon character. They’re ahoge’s are crowns cause why not?

🐍Janus: first Janus appearance. Pale, angular and blonde. The scales are now a scar that covers most of his body. (Blind and dead on that side) Still managing to slay. Even if he dresses very oddly. Tries to look rich looks lame instead. Kinda a bad person. Sorry Janus at least you still have a hat. I hate drawing hats.

☕️🍬Remy&Emile both have designs but tbh they’re pretty much entirely just ocs me and my friend made very loosely based on sander sides so idk if I’ll ever share them.

[stevie-petey]

can we get a halloween blurb? i’d love to see season 1-2 bug take the kids trick or treating or something cute along the lines of thay!!

I SAVED THIS BABY FOR HALLOWEEN !!! absolutely yes i miss writing bug with all the boys </33

enjoy !

"jonathan will be here any minute."

"why do we have to wait for him? its his fault hes late." dustin grumbles, tossing his pillow sack over his shoulder. the bag hits softly against the padding of his hulk costume.

you fix one of his skewed shoulder pads. "hes our ride, buddy. be nice."

"some candy would be nice."

ignoring your brother, you adjust your own costume. this year you let the party choose what you dressed as, and honestly you shouldve known better. the witch hat they shoved on your head is heavier than you ever thought possible and the fake, pointy nose they snickered at smells like feet.

jonathan, however, absolutely loves your costume.

"nice nose, bug." he snorts, flicking the fake tip with his finger. it wiggles in a gross, comedic way that agitates you further.

"i'll kill you."

will pokes his head to the front. "i think you look nice, y/n."

"and this is why you're my favorite, little bee."

will beams at you, looking painfully adorable in his quicksilver costume. the frayed edges of his suit tells you that joyce made it.

when mike sees you, he almost chokes on his candy. it takes lucas and jonathan aggressively swatting his back to dislodge the wafer. mike sputters on the ground, panting heavily. its truly a sight to see: lucas, dressed as blade, attacking mike, dressed as captain america.

"almost died." mike breathes out, pointing a lazy finger at your nose. "but that was so worth it."

you glare at the kid, kicking his padded stomach. he screeches and rolls on the ground to avoid your foot while dustin, lucas, and will all laugh.

jonathan stands to the side with them, watching you fondly. he hadnt worn a costume tonight. instead, he brought a backpack full of your old clothes and an extra jacket for you tonight. when you told him what the boys had wanted you to wear, he knew youd last only half the night. as much as you love to please the party, theres only so much you can last wearing an old, smelly plastic nose.

and jonathan is right. after the first few blocks around mikes neighborhood, he notices you ducking your head down as you pass strangers. a little girl screams when she sees you at one point.

"im sorry!" you shout to her mom, wincing. the woman glares at you and tugs her child away angrily. you turn and sigh, leaning against jonathan. "theres no way my costume is that scary."

jonathan rubs your side. "the nose is a bit... rough."

"im gonna kill mike."

"we both know it was dustins idea."

"hey, slowpokes!" mike shouts at you and jonathan. "hurry up, the rich are running out of the big candy bars!"

you tilt your head. "did he just say 'the rich'?"

jonathan kisses your head. "yeah. ive taught him well."

"he knows that hes the rich, right?" the wheelers practically live in a mansion, as far as youre concerned.

"not yet," tugging your hand, jonathan hurries your footsteps so as to not get yelled at by mike again. "hes in for a rude awakening when he realizes, though."

at some point in the night, sometime after dustin skins his knee running after a frog and you ditched the witch costume for the clothes jonathan brought you, the late october chill sets in.

will shivers slightly as he walks, his costume too thin to protect against the weather. dustin and the others are up ahead, eager to get to the last few houses before curfew. jonathan is with them. its his turn to knock on the door, anyways.

"you cold?" you ask will, not even bothering to wait for his response before taking your own jacket off. "here."

"no, im okay-" he tries to shrug it off, but you quickly zip the jacket, locking his small body inside.

"nope. cant have you getting sick. your mom would kill me."

will snorts. "my mom would never kill you. she loves you more than she loves me and jonathan."

you giggle, shoving him gently. "and i intend to keep it that way."

"y/n!" lucas calls over, waving a bag of cookies in the air. "this house gave us cookies. they suck. do you want 'em?"

"im good," you decline, shaking your head. "but dont be rude, im sure they were baked with love."

"more like baked with acid." dustin gags, spitting his out. he starts to wipe his tongue with the back of his hand and youre too tired to berate him.

will takes a bite and immediately spits his out as well. lucas and mike argue over who gets to chug water first to rid the taste in their mouths.

theyre a mess. a giant, chaotic, forceful mess.

but you catch jonathans eyes and find that hes staring at them fondly too. linking your arm through his, you rest your head against his shoulder. "what are we going to do with them, bee?"

jonathan laughs. "i have no idea."

[cerise-angel]

+18 halloween blurb! steve harrington x reader

steve cant function when he sees you dressed as a witch. its not supposed to be a sexy costume, its really just a simple black long dress with a long v cleavage, some old mesh thighs you cut to use as sleeves and a pointy hat. its pretty, a little flirty but not sexy. the problem is that the dress is pretty much transparent, and he can see the outline of your bra less chest and the lacey thong youre wearing. steve wants to devour you. hes sure you made this on purpose, chose this dress on purpose, by the wicked smile you have. "do you think its too transparent?" you ask with fake worry "should i change?" steve laughs because he knows exactly what youre doing, and so he nods. "yeah baby, change it." with a fake pout, you push the straps of your dress out of your shoulders, letting the fabric pool at your feet. steves hands are on you before you can think about it, squeezing your boobs in the softest way. he makes a purpose to not touch on your already hardened nipples or your soaking panties, cause he wants you begging for him. "steve, youre not being nice." you pout grabbing his hand and placing it on top of your panties. steve gives a kitten lick just below your belly button, his fingers pinching your nipples now making you squirm. "its a trick honey. need to get you ready for your treat." you roll your eyes, partly to the corny phrase, partly to being so turned on by him. "stevie, cmon." he keeps his distance, playing with your boobs, smirking at you. "not yet." you huff, shaking your hips desperate for any kind of friction. you feel your panties getting wetter. "stevie. ple-e-ase." he nods seeming content with teasing you. he kisses both of your nipples, taking time to suck and bite each boob. "stevie i need." youre almost crying and steve is delighted to hear it. finally he pulls your sticky panties down, and press a chaste kiss under your belly button. he keeps kissing until he reaches your pussy, kissing it oh so softly that it has you pulling his hair to steady yourself. when he opens your lips and lets his tongue slide against your clit you feel actual tears. he licks it again, pressing against your clit with the pad of his fingers, circling it. steve looks up to you "use me as you wish, little witch."