#EVEN BASIC STUFF LIKE ‘don’t be afraid to be very descriptive!’

[noriaki-kak]

Hewo,,,,I was wondering if you had any writings tips! Where did you learn your craft? Do you have a favourite author?

Ooh man, my answers to this are probably gonna be kinda disappointing ghfgd. I’m pretty much entirely self taught for fun and I don’t read as much as I wish I did nowadays. I like to try and match the way I write to the time period the scene’s setting is closest to. So a lot of my stuff ends up sounding flowery and old fashioned.

I’ve been wanting to find the time to start reading more because that’s one of the best ways to refine how you write, seeing what other people are doing. But for now, what I do is just look back at things I wrote a while ago and pick apart what I like and don’t like about it and what I wanna do with that in the future. It’s easier once you get some distance from something to look at it objectively.

I’m honored you’d think to ask but I’m truly the worst person to give tips bc I barely know what im doing gjfgd. I feel confident in writing character scenes with heightened intense emotions but everything else is a bit of a struggle. And I’m not even sure how to put into words what my process is even for the stuff I’m confident with.

[cherryredstars]

hello cherry!!

I really love your work, and I was wondering if you could do a second part of Miguel being CEO (In the job description)

I'm very sorry if I don't express myself well, English is not my first language

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+, Smut with Some Plot, Semi-Public Sex, Use of Vibrators, Penetrative Sex, Mirror Sex, Slight Slapping

Summary: Don’t accept gifts from your boss…or wear it. 

A/N: I made an alternate version of this (basically part 1.5), so let me know if you guys want me to post that one!

Word Count: 3K (Not Edited)

Reverse AU Part 1 Part 1.5

It was extremely unprofessional.

That’s what you thought when Miguel passed by your desk the morning after your little… moment in his office. He gave you a fleeting smirk as he placed a medium-sized black box right in front of you. A deep blush spread across your face, unable to meet his eyes while he stared at you for a few minutes before walking away and shutting the door to his office. An uneasy feeling filled your stomach as you watched the door before sliding your eyes over the box.

It was the type of box someone would get clothes in for Christmas, only pricer and better quality. A pretty silk ribbon held the lid and bottom together, in a matching matte black color. Carefully, you pulled at one of the ends, the bow easily unraveling. When you took the ribbon off, a deeper blush spread over your body as you saw the words engraved into the cardboard. 

Stamped on the box was the name of the popular lingerie store in the shopping district. It was a store you passed by daily on your way to and from work, and a store that was most definitely out of your price range even with the gracious salary you had. Your hands instantly slapped over the words, leaning over your desk to see if anyone was coming or if Miguel was making any move to leave his office. When the coast was clear, you hesitantly sat back down. 

You cleared your throat nervously, staring at the box before giving into your curiosity. As gently as possible, you lifted the lid of the box, face slightly hiding behind it to obscure your view. An exhale leaves you as maroon tissue paper covers whatever is inside. You take another deep breath before leaning forward and lifting one flap of the tissue paper. A surprised gasp leaves you, staring at the 3 pairs of lacy underwear in the box. 

Each panty is made from lacy material, making them slightly see-through. When you run your hands over them, they’re delicate to the touch and you can tell its high quality stuff. Each one is a different color. The first is a set of white panties to replace the ones from yesterday that Miguel claims to have no idea about. The second one, a deep navy blue that is fairly similar to the navy blue of Miguel’s favorite designer suits. And lastly, a blush color that rivals the one across your cheeks. 

You’re so caught up in just marveling at the contents of the package, that you don’t realize Miguel is standing in front of your desk until he starts speaking. “I take it you like them?”

You’re instantly jolted and clumsily try to cover up the panties and close the box. You’re sure if someone saw your face, it would be a damn near perfect color match to one of those pairs of panties. You shyly look up at Miguel clearing your throat and leaning back in your chair to create more distance between the two of you. “I’m afraid I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

A lazy smirk spreads against Miguel’s face before he shakes his head in amusement. “I was calling you into my office, but you didn’t seem to hear the buzzer.” He hums, eyes trained on the black box he gifted you. You can tell he’s tempted to say something by the way his mouth straightens and his brows furrow slightly, but he ends up not commenting on it and continues what he was saying before. “I was going to tell you that the charity fundraiser is this weekend, and we have to attend to meet the new potential merger.” 

His words make you want to grab the box on your desk and slam it against your head a few trillion times. It’s no secret that both you and Miguel hate the monthly fundraisers. Okay, that sounds bad. Both you and Miguel are happy that somewhere over a hundred grand gets donated to great charities, it’s just the whole business aspect of it you hate. Having to sit around with smiles that are so fake that they cause the muscles of your cheeks to ache, listening to some old CEO who is in dire need to retire spew on and on about very old fashioned beliefs, and the undercooked batches of pasta they serve at the venues are barely anything to gush about. 

Miguel can sense the discontent rolling off of you in waves, an apologetic sigh leaving his lips. “Do you need a dress or shoes? It’s the Unique charity this year, black-tie event as per usual.”

A heavy sigh leaves you and your finger traces the edge of the box. You mentally go through your closet, trying to remember if you have any appropriate dresses that you haven’t worn in previous years. You come up blank, an oncoming migraine forming at your temple. “I’ll figure something out.”

Miguel gives a displeased hum, knocking his fists against your desk. He leans away, fixing the sleeves of his button up and ruffling his hair. “No worries, I’ll have LYLA send you authorization for my business card and a few dress and shoes options.”

You’re about to protest, but the sound of his phone ringing interrupts you. Miguel rolls his eyes as he sees the contact, answering it and turning away as he grumbles out a greeting. He walks towards his office and turns to give you one last nod before entering. A deep sigh leaves you and you close your eyes as you lean back into your chair. You squint one eye open, eyeing the box before stuffing it in your bag with a huff.

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“Oh god, oh god, oh god!” 

You run around your small apartment, nothing but a towel covering your body. Your hair is the only thing done, going for an easy blow drying and curling. You groan when you see the pile of laundry in your room, rummaging in your panty drawer to find nothing but a few that are in desperate need to be thrown away due to their worn out state. You’re on the verge of crying when you see the black box thrown carelessly on top of your other drawer. 

You bite your lip, nerves swallowing your being. You weren’t ever planning to wear them, I mean they’re from your boss for god’s sake! But really, you have no choice. With an annoyed groan and exhale, you grab the box and grab the navy blue pair, the color matching the color of your dress. You hastily slip them on, rushing back and forth between your bathroom and your bedroom to do your makeup and get dressed. 

By the time you finish the struggle of zipping up your dress, your phone rings with Miguel’s number. You grab your phone and your purse, answering as you slip on your heels. Miguel’s gruff voice echos as you press the speaker option and unlock your door. He grumbles that the driver is outside your house and you hum in acknowledgement as you check your bag for everything you need as you shut the door behind you after locking it. You rush down the hall and into the elevator, tapping your foot impatiently as you wait to reach the ground floor. 

Once the doors slide open, you’re speed walking to the exit and instantly spotting the sleek black car right against the curb. Miguel stands by the car door, a loud ping ringing from his phone that causes his brows to furrow. He looks up at the sound of your heels, that furrowed look still on his face as he eyes you up and down. You copy his facial expression, asking him what’s wrong. He only looks back down at his phone, dismissing whatever it was and opening the car door for you.

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You have no idea how you got here. 

The second you and Miguel entered the venue, the both of you had down a flute of champagne and gone through the agonizingly long process of greeting every current and future business partner that was present. Everything was going fine, your fake smile was yet to ache and the desserts looked promising. That was until, of course, a sharp zap ran up your spine as you felt something vibrating against you. 

You had choked on your words, trying to play it off with an abrupt sip of alcohol and a strained laugh as you conversed with some of Miguel’s business partners while he dismissed himself for a quick run to the bar. It had been sudden, maybe a trick played on you by your own mind, until it started again. But this time, it was more intense. You had hurriedly excused yourself, making up some excuse before dashing towards the bathroom. 

You rushed through the door, sighing in relief when no one else was inside. You hurried to the counter of sinks, leaning your elbows on the surface as you bent over and hissed. The vibration, that was most definitely coming from your fucking panties, just seemed to be more intense as you shifted from leg to leg and clenched your thighs to relieve the feeling. A struggling whimper left you as you lifted your head to look into the mirror, jumping when you see Miguel leaned against a bathroom stall and staring at you. You must not have heard him enter through the foggy mess in your head. 

You instantly snap up, legs crossed as you turn around and clutch the edge of the counter tightly. You open your mouth, about to scold Miguel for being in the women’s bathroom, but another desperate whine leaves you as the vibration around your clit focuses on the perfect spot from your new stance. Miguel’s brow raises as his eyes ghost down your form, catching the way sweat begins to break on your hairline. A lazy smirk crosses his face when he pulls out his phone from his dress pants, tapping around it a few times before you slouch. 

A sense of relief fills you as the strong vibrating stops and your clit is given a break. A heavy sigh leaves you, head tilting down before the realization hits you. Your head instantly snaps up, your wide eyes meeting Miguel’s mischievous ones. Of course. What else would he do but give you fucking vibrating panties. Your eyes trail down to his phone, watching as he taps it with his thumb again and suddenly the vibration is back. Your body tenses up again, and you watch helplessly as Miguel walks over to you. 

He presses his hand into the front of your dress, directly over your panties. The pressure of his hand makes the vibration stronger, and a choked gasp leaves you. Miguel hums, feeling the strong vibrations through your dress, his eyes moving to your face. “I didn’t think you’d ever wear ‘em.”

That makes two of us, You think as your eyes squint into a glare, biting the inside of your cheek to prevent a noise threatening to spill out. Your hands come up to hold onto Miguel’s wrist, trying weakly to take his hand away. He only chuckles, pressing his hand harder against you before taking it away. Your hands fall from him, insead returning to grip on the counter when he turns you around quickly. A wave of deja vu hits you when he presses down on your lower back so your chest is fully pressed, his hands hurriedly gathering your dress so the surplus of fabric bunches around your waist. 

His hand skims the center of your underwear, two fingers pressing against your clothed clit. A moan leaves you as the vibrations grow stronger under his fingers, your hips squirming to get away. Miguel’s hand tightens around your waist, making it harder for you to move. He watches you from the mirror, enjoying the concentrated and tortured look on your face. 

“You know,” Miguel starts lazily, fingers starting to draw slow circles on your clit, “You never answered my question before.” A loud gasp leaves you and you hiss out his name after his hand comes to give your clit a firm slap. “Do you like my gift?”

A weak sound leaves you as you bite your lip. Your hips try to press into Miguel’s hand when he starts his slow circles again, crying out when he removes his hand completely. You hear the rustling of a belt buckle and pants, your gasp in sync with the hiss Miguel lets out when he presses the head of his cock into your panties. The vibrations play against his head, his hand holding his base as he rubs himself up and down the length of your panties. His eyes flutter shut, mouth dropping open in a silent moan as he enjoys the feel of your increasingly wet panties and the vibrating. 

His hand pushes your panties to the side, his cock falling forward to poke at your glistening entrance. Even though the vibrating panties aren’t directly over your clit, you can still feel them from their place right besides it. Your own eyes flutter shut, moaning at the feel before Miguel’s hand grasps your face from behind. His large hand squishes your cheeks together and your eyes flutter open to see his face right besides yours in the mirror. Both Miguel’s and your eyes meet in the mirror, his demanding while yours are hazy. 

His tip slightly slides into you and you groan. Miguel’s hold tightens on your face when he pulls out. “Answer the question, preciosa.”

A weak nod leaves you, a puff of air escaping your nose as you lean your hips back to grind slightly against Miguel’s cock. A strangled grunt leaves him and His eyes fall down to where you’re grinding before looking back at you. His breath is hot against your cheek, causing shivers down your spine. “Don’t look away. Just watch.”

Without warning, he slams into you. A loud scream leaves you, eyes threatening to roll back as you watch him. His eyes are dark and focused on where he thrusts brutally into you, your body sliding closer to the mirror before he pulls you back towards him. You make a weak attempt to talk, stuttering out something about the door before he grunts and replies it’s locked. It does little to conceal your worries. As if sensing it, Miguel’s hand slides up to your mouth to cover it, muffling the noises you’re letting out. 

The only sounds that can’t be muffled are the soft, wet sounds that come from his heavy balls hitting against your wet heat. You’re so wet that you’re coating him, a stickiness connecting his balls to your cunt as he thrusts. Your eyes roll back and a harsh slap is thrown against your cheek. Unfocused eyes meet Miguel’s angered ones, his thrusts turning harsher and more punishing as he looks at you disapprovingly.

“I told you to watch. Keep your eyes on the mirror or I'll stop.”

A sound of protest leaves you, mumbling out sorry repeatedly as you try to keep your eyes focused on the mirror. The view is shaking from the way your body jolts with each pump of his hips, but he doesn’t seem to care. If anything, it makes him go faster and try to see how shaky he can make your vision and your legs. His hand gives you one more smack to the cheek before covering your mouth again. 

Your legs feel like they’re about to give out and that hotness is forming at the bottom of your stomach. Miguel’s is fast approaching too, the sensation of your tight, warm walls sucking him in and the slight vibrations running through your walls from the vibrating panties. His hand leaves your hip, moving in between your legs and moving the shaking fabric back over your clit. The angle is awkward, trying to find it under layers of falling fabric from your dress while he’s hammering his cock into you. But eventually he gets it, and you instantly fall apart. 

Your scream is muffled by Migue’s hand, your body shaking as you clench tightly around him and gush all over his cock. Miguel lets out a curse, his thrusts stuttering and becoming clumsy. You call out his name weakly, and he’s gone. He stills with a deep groan, filling you up with his warmth. You both stand there for a moment, basking in the aftershocks of pleasure before you start suffering from overstimulation from the still vibrating underwear. 

You weakly cry out to Miguel, who hurriedly turns on his phone and kills the vibrating. A deep, grateful sigh leaves you as you slump forward. A small moan leaves you when Miguel pulls out, reaching up to the tissue paper dispensers to wipe you and him down. He rebuckles his pants, pulling your panties back in place and your dress down. You flinch when the drenched fabric meets you, half expecting for it to start vibrating again. Instead, another piece of paper tissue is dabbed against your face and neck as Miguel tries to rid your skin of sweat without fully removing your makeup. 

A grateful noise leaves you before you stand up when Miguel steps back. When you turn your head towards him, a soft kiss is pressed to your cheek. Miguel strokes the spot with his thumb, eyes trailing to yours before he looks away and moves towards the door. 

“Not going to steal my panties this time?” You can’t help but call out, hands still gripping the edge of the sinks tightly.

Miguel turns with a teasing smile and shrugs. “Nah, you can keep them this time. Just make sure to wear one of the other pairs to work on Monday.”

A deep flush flows across your face at his innuendo, watching as he unlocks the door and slips out. A deep sigh leaves you as you turn towards the mirror again, an annoyed noise leaving you as you spot imperfections in your makeup. You open your bag, working on small touch-ups as you think back to what occurred a few minutes ago. A small smile crosses your face and you shake your head before you head to follow Miguel back out for another hour of socializing.

Just benefits of the job.

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I love The Painter so fucking much because it was the first analog horror series that genuinely frightened me, not spooked or even scared, but actually chilled me to my bones and filled me with this profound feeling of dread that I’ve never felt before in regards to analog horror or creepypasta. Every episode escalates the kinds of feelings that Spook intended with this series in me such as terror, revulsion and shock but it also gave me this unique, almost existential dread that I don’t think many other people who’ve watched it felt and the reason why is that this was the first analog horror that felt just so real to me.

I adore The Painter for how grounded and fresh it feels. It was the first analog horror series (that I know of at least) that didn’t revolve around anything particularly supernatural or out there like demons or possessed animatronics, it’s about an incredibly violent and depraved serial killer who does terrible things to innocent people, which you know, is a thing that actually exists and happens all the time in real life and the series is definitely not afraid to make you confront these real horrors.

I love supernatural elements and monsters in horror but I love them because I think their freaking cool rather than scary but people, human beings, that’s what your really supposed to be afraid of, because they can actually hurt you and UrbanSpook’s The Painter reminded me of that. I distinctly remember becoming super paranoid after watching the first couple episodes for the first time, thinking there was someone walking around outside my house tapping at my window when it was just the wind, and I was NEVER that jumpy before.

Mona is a very real kind of evil and most people who use the series’ shocking content as a point of criticism come off as ignorant to me because they are clearly missing the entire point of the series, it’s basically a documentary about a pair of violent serial killers who do terrible things, things that again, while exaggerated since that’s par for the course in the horror genre, are very possible and aren’t too far off from what real life serial killers have done which is why it works SO WELL for me.

I understand why people would find stuff like Fucktoy Cory and Jigsaw Baby to be incredibly tasteless, because yes it is but that’s the entire point, this series clearly wears it extreme horror and exploitation horror inspirations on it’s sleeves and I don’t think it’s fair to measure it’s value as a horror series because it has content that makes you feel uncomfortable.

Spook’s art is obviously another huge component as to why this series is so, so, SO good and I contest that it’s not just pointless gore and shock. We are never even directly shown what the end result of any of Mona and Bill’s murders even look like, instead, we are given abstract depictions of the murders through their paintings that gives us an unnerving look into the minds of these two twisted fucks and how they view their actions and although we are given vivid descriptions of how these murders play out, we still don’t actually see them and our imaginations run wild as a result and the paintings amplify the dark implications of what happened to Mona and Bill’s victims, it also helps that these paintings are fucking HAUNTING.

I still can’t bare to look at Breeding Mount May and the picture of Mia Collins from Lighthouse for more than a few moments before getting goosebumps. The “photographs” in MEAT are equally horrific as so the implications as to why the victims were photographed rather than painted like usual, the suffering these people experienced at the hands of our two killers is so goddamn palatable despite them being clearly charcoal paintings rather than actual photos.

Despite what critics say about The Painter being “the same thing over and over again”, each addition to the series does in fact bring something new to the table in how it presents the cataloguing of Mona’s murders, there’s voice acting, music, hand drawn animation and even different mediums aside from painting are used to depict the killer’s actions such as photography and we’re even getting live action footage in the upcoming episode as well! This series has a lot of variety in its presentation which helps shake things up and prevents each addition from feeling too same and repetitive.

Also, maybe it’s just me but I love the “these are the most recently discovered murders” format in general since I’m always morbidly curious as to what wacky shenanigans our two favorite psychopaths are up to next and I’m rarely disappointed.

I also find the criticism of this series supposedly having no plot to be funny because again, this series is clearly presented as the documentation of the actions of serial killers terrorizing their community, what more do you fucking need? Are you going to critique Jeffery Dahmer for not having believable enough motivations for all of his murders while you’re at it? XD

I’m honestly not even close to done talking about why I love this series and why I feel most of the hate and discourse it gets is completely undeserved/invalid but I think I’ve said what mostly needed to be said. I really needed to get this shit off my chest, it can be hard seeing so much negativity towards something that you love to the point where I feel I’m the only one who actually sees the value it has but hey, that’s the price one pays for falling in love with true art.

Make no mistake, The Painter is super cheesy and cornball like the exploitative shock and gore horror films that inspired it but it had a genuine impact on me that I didn’t think analog horror could have and I fucking adore it for it and I genuinely believe it has more substance to it than most people think.

Don’t let others stop you from enjoying what brings you joy in this life kids, that’s the lesson here!

[asher-agere]

HAIII !!! ur acc is supa cwute :D can u do cg!Jouno wiff FtM bwabi regressor littl ??(/> ω <)/

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Awww thank you so much! You’re so sweet hehe (⸝⸝๑ ̫ ๑⸝⸝⸝) And I can totally do that for you ( • ̀ω•́ )✧

Caregiver Jouno + Transmasc Baby

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♡ Jouno would honestly be perfect with someone who’s trans because he can’t judge by appearances. Any time his little one starts getting stressed out, claiming that he looks like a girl, Jouno will just sit him down and talk to him. He’ll explain that it doesn’t matter what he looks like, that he can look as feminine or as masculine as he wants. He knows that they’re a boy. And that’s all that matters! They’re his little boy, and he wouldn’t have it any other way

♡ Since Jouno is blind, he’s very aware of his other senses. Such as his hearing for example! It’s much better than the average persons would be. This makes him perfect to help with voice training! If his little one is trying to get his voice to sound deeper he can notice the subtlest of changes. They can be upset about lack of improvement only for Jouno to give detailed descriptions of how his voice is steadily getting deeper and more masculine!

♡ Jouno is very much so the kind of caregiver to tease his baby! So he’ll just make his teases a bit more masculine! For example instead of saying “sleepy head” he’ll say “sleepy boy”. Things like that! He’d be cautious to tease them about things that could potentially be considered feminine, for example he’ll never make fun of a high pitched or squeaky voice, or any type of interest that could be considered feminine (“Girls” shows, dresses, makeup, etc.)

♡ Jouno is very careful when it comes to binders or binding of any sort! Just from hugs he’s able to check to make sure the little one is giving their body the break or needs. He makes sure they’re binding safely too! He tries to check discreetly to not need to mention it, but if needed he’ll just ask! He absolutely pulls the “I’m not mad just disappointed” if they lie to him. As long as they’re honest though he’ll help them fix everything up! But if they lie to him he gets disappointed, this just encourages them to tell the truth!

♡ He definitely has rules for binding! He’ll help the little one make a schedule to ensure he’s not wearing it too much. He’ll also give him rewards as long as he don’t strain his body! He pretends to be annoyed though hehe “A prize? What do you need a prize for? Oh you’ve been a good boy? Hmm guess I can’t argue with that… Here you go” Jouno hates online shopping since he’s blind, so I think a lot of the prizes he gives would be homemade! Or at least bought from somewhere local making them feel even more special (ˊᵒ̴̶̷̤ ꇴ ᵒ̴̶̷̤ˋ)

♡ Jouno would be very protective! He knows what’s right, and he’d not afraid to speak up about it! If anyone is making his little one feel bad, he’ll go right up to them, say that they’re being rude, give them a chance to apologize of course. But if they don’t he’ll basically just verbally abuse them and call security or something, file a complaint. Or if that type of encounter might overwhelm his baby he’d just walk past them loudly talking! “How’s my boy doing today huh bud? Just the best boy ever aren’t you?” And of course lots of glares, he rarely opens his eyes even. So when he does you know it’s serious because it means he’s actively trying to

♡ I think he’d be pretty good at helping with stuff like hormone shots if it’s needed! He’ll poke around the little ones arm, teasing him of course! “What are you so afraid of huh? Do you not like me poking you? Am I to strong for you?” Then as they start relaxing he’ll give a brief warning before doing the injection, he has cool bandaids prepared! He’ll shake out a variety and hold them out letting the little one pick which one he wants to use! He keeps the little one having fun and not thinking yucky thoughts!

♡ He’ll absolutely give his cape to the baby! Just wrap them up all tight! I don’t think he wears hoodies much, so his cape is the next best option! It hides the little one’s body, plus being swaddled helps with just general anxiety stuff too! Especially if they’re in public and the baby suddenly regresses, he’ll give him his cape to hide them from view! If he doesn’t want to be seen he’ll also give them his hat! It hides their face better, especially if he started crying or something and doesn’t want to be seen

♡ Jouno would love doing pretend fights and stories with his baby! Jouno usually plays the bad guy role, and his little one gets to be the strong knight! Whether they’re using fake weapons or just pretending they’re holding something, Jouno will activate his ability when they do the killing blow! On impact he’ll burst into millions of particles! Then when he reforms he’ll be playing a different role! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝ Like a king coming to reward the mighty knight for his brave duties!

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This took me. Way too long- Why is it so hard to find Jouno content ( ｡ •̀ ᴖ •́ ｡) (It’s not that hard I just can’t focus enough to read large boxes of text) ANYWAY. CHRISTMAS GUYS. I might give Christmas requests priority since that’s a seasonal thing but uh. Idk yet-

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Hey would you mind sharing what the real point of jekyll and hyde is that Hollywood missed? I have never read the book

You just made my night actually THANK YOU

Long so it’s under a cut :)

(you should totally read the book, it’s not super long and it’s actually really good)

okay tw murder and suicide and like. Violence I guess. It’s a psychological thriller from the Victorian era idk what y’all expect

Alright here’s the part where I admit I’ve never seen a Jekyll and Hyde movie but I HAVE seen various iterations of him in pop culture monster movies where he’s some quirky background character yknow?? The pop culture idea of this guy is kind of wild

First things first!!! Pop culture would have you believe that Dr. Jekyll has a wife or a girlfriend or some shit that Mr. Hyde wants to ravage or cheat on or whatever!! This is false because the only female characters in the entire book are a little girl who gets trampled to establish how Evil Hyde Is and a woman who calls the cops after witnessing a murder as she took a smoke break on a balcony. Neither one of them even has a name :) this is a book with NO BITCHES okay??? There’s barely even any men

Important Character round up!

Mr. Utterson the Lawyer (most of the book is from his viewpoint)

Dr. Lanyon (a friend to Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Utterson)

Dr. Jekyll/Mr. Hyde (respected Chemist/criminal)

Poole the butler <3

And that’s IT.

Okay there’s also some parliament guy who gets murdered but like whatever. He’s just there to get killed. Bye.

So a very basic plot synopsis is that Mr. Utterson is the guy in charge of Dr. Jekyll’s Will. Because of this he happens to be sort-of-friends with Jekyll because neither of them really have many friends. They’re also both friends with Dr. Lanyon.

Mr. Utterson first becomes aware of Mr. Hyde as a person who exists when a friend (unimportant) of his tells him about this guy who trampled a little girl. Obviously this is fucked up, but the friend has more to the story. Bystanders didn’t let this guy just trample a little girl, they demanded compensation so that she could pay a doctor to help her. Hyde went to a door (which the friend points out bc he and Utterson are on a walk) and makes out a check under the name of Jekyll. And so Utterson is like. Huh what

He goes home and looks at Jekyll’s Will, and Hyde is the guy set to get all his stuff if Jekyll disappears!! And so Utterson is like well that doesn’t make sense for MY friend the Extremely Respected Chemist. So naturally he’s curious and goes poking in that polite Victorian way.

It turns out Hyde lives in Soho but is a FREQUENT visitor to Jekyll’s house, has a key and all the servants know him etc. nobody knows how he and Jekyll met and they’re all a little afraid to ask.

And then there’s a year long timeskip actually. Utterson asked and Jekyll said “yeah don’t worry about it :)” and then we just skip a year.

We come back because Mr parliament gets MURDERED in what seems to be a crime of passion by a certain Mr. Hyde. Like the fact that the guy killed was in parliament was a complete coincidence. I keep meaning to look up the guys name to see if he was a real guy who was just really hated or something but I never get around to it. Anyway. Hyde beats him to death with his cane.

OH YEAH. Break hang on.

HERES THE OTHER THING HOLLYWOOD FUCKS UP THAT I ALMOST FORGOT!!! Hyde is not Hulk!!! He’s not big he has no muscles he’s literally an itty bitty guy!! He’s described as “particularly small”, “little man”, “of small stature”. He’s tiny!!! Truly exemplifying that short people are closer to the devil etc whatever he’s itty bitty and super fucking mean like the worlds worst chihuahua given human form.

Alright back to PLOT

The police recognize Hyde pretty much from the witness description of him, and Utterson is like “well that’s easy I Know Where He Lives” but they can’t find him even though his neighbors all sell him out and they literally go to his place in Soho.

So Utterson goes to ask his good friend Jekyll, who he knows is close with Hyde, where the fuck his buddy is!!! And Jekyll is having like a full on nervous breakdown at this point. Jekyll swears that he’s “done with” Hyde and “he will never more be heard of”. He’s sweating and shaking and generally looking like he’s on drugs or something.

Hyde conveniently left a letter to Jekyll (wow!!) that basically said he had fled the country and thanks for being his friend this whole time :) Utterson has a lil convo with Jekyll where he becomes convinced that since all of Jekyll’s stuff went to Hyde if he disappeared that Hyde was planning to murder Jekyll but the heat from killing a member of parliament had scared him off so Jekyll is safe now. If what Utterson thought was happening was what was ACTUALLY happening this would probably be where the story ends. But NO. First bc Utterson hired a guy to analyze the handwriting on the letter from Hyde to Jekyll and the guy (literally named Mr. Guest) was like “yeah this is Jekyll writing with a different slant idk who he’s fooling” and so Utterson is now convinced that Jekyll is covering for Hyde for some reason

And SECOND because jekyll starts acting like a crazy person. Poole the butler shows up at Utterson’s house one day like “hey my boss is freaking me out and also his voice changed?? I think Hyde is living in his room and pretending to be jekyll”

So naturally they bust into his locked room with an axe. Like you do. It’s not his bedroom it’s like his chemistry room idk they just call it his cabinet but it’s Clearly Some Kind of Lab. Anyway they find Hyde’s dead body on the floor <3 he has pretty explicitly killed himself with cyanide.

They also find a couple letters, which make up the rest of the book.

The first one is from Dr. Lanyon (remember Lanyon?). Lanyon writes all about how Jekyll started acting like a crazy person and had him deliver a drawer (like, pulled out of a dresser and full of chemicals) from Jekyll’s cabinet to Hyde, who Lanyon has never met. The description is this part is actually really good, you can tell it’s Hyde who shows up to meet Lanyon even though it never says his name. This is the part where he mixes the chemicals like the worlds worst smoothie and then fucking Shapeshifts back into Jekyll right in front of Lanyon :) why did he Do this. At this point in the story we are hearing this from Lanyon’s letter instead of Lanyon himself because Lanyon fucking Died when it was still Uttersons pov and didn’t tell anyone what he had learned?? He thought nobody would believe him ig but he tells Utterson he has had a shock and will die within a few weeks and then he literally Does. Like what the fuck man.

The next letter is from Jekyll!! It is a confession of how exactly Hyde came to be AND WHY.

Look me in the eyes. THIS IS THE PART POP CULTURE GETS COMPLETELY WRONG!!!!!!

Jekyll, being a well respected Member of Society, wanted to expunge himself of all evil desires by splitting himself into two people, one who is good and one who is evil. He manages to make a chemical potion of some kind that lets him shift between two bodies. Here’s where the text will get you: Jekyll is an unreliable narrator.

IT DOESNT WORK!!!!! He claims that Hyde immediately felt more evil but was shocked when he switched back to Jekyll and didn’t feel any different than before. Jekyll is still just as good and JUST AS EVIL as before he downed his magic shapeshifting potion!! Jekyll didn’t invent a second, more evil form, he invented a mask he could hide behind that let him escape all accountability for his actions.

And you know the most damning proof?? The switch has started happening without him drinking the potion. He will go to sleep as Jekyll and wake up as Hyde, and it’s taking more and more doses to turn back into Jekyll. At the time he writes the letter, he is permanently stuck as Hyde, but the letter is from JEKYLL and laments the guilt he feels for actions done as Hyde. He condemns Hyde as if that IS a separate person!! But Hyde has the same mind and should that Jekyll does, just a different face, and Jekyll is lying to himself.

Anyway that’s what happens in The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. It’s all about this lawyer dealing with the most Batshit series of events a client has ever made him deal with <3

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Are You Ever Dreaming of Me?

Chapter 1: Bad Blood

I NEVER USE Y/N OR ANYTHING LIKE IT THANK YOU SO MUCH :)

Rating: T - TEENS ((for now, but there WILL BE explicit stuff later sooo (18+ MINORS DNI)

Pairing: Ezra (Prospect, 2018) x F!Reader

Warnings: Good old enemies-to-lovers trope. age gap (10 years). Nothing super descriptive for Reader but they are described as having hair. Tension, ofc, especially sexual tension out the wahzoo. Adult language. Mentions of food and eating but nothing descriptive. Alotta feelings and things of that nature. Banter. Fighting. Insults, Flirting. It’s E-to-L, you know where this is going. Smoking (herbal cigarettes). A teensy bit of man-handling. Feral Ezra (he’s about at 68.9% in this chapter). If there are any that I missed, please inbox me to let me know and I will add them in :)

Word Count: 4k

Summary!: As I said in the warnings: It’s Enemies to Lovers, y’all. Reader’s joined Ezra’s crew on some forsaken planet as a prospector rookie fresh out of the academy, while he’s a seasoned veteran. She hates him, he hates her. And chaos ensues.

A/N: REWRITTEN & REFORMATTED ON: 12/24/23

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“Remember when you tried to write me off? (Haha)

Remember when you thought I'd take a loss?”

“If we hold that equivalent exchange persists in this space then we must give something of ourselves in order to build something new, in order to purge the bowels of this fecund wood for treasures made our own. Some of us have the proclivity for greatness while most do not. And those ambitious masses are the sacrifice this forest demands so that the true diviners can stand atop the mountain of corpses and claim their riches.”

You roll your eyes at the prospector’s monologuing, even as the other prospectors on your crew talk with him animatedly in agreement with his words. This is the second time today Ezra’s simple talking has pissed you off. The first was in the dining tent during breakfast when he went on a whole spiel about how “mercoy berries are better than mugwort root for sedation because they are 20 times more potent when digested with a shot of cider due to a chemical compound mixture present in both!” for a whole 15 minutes. 

You two didn’t get along when he talked - which was basically every minute of the day - and even in his very rare moments of silence he managed to tick you off one way or another. Still, there was something truly remarkable about the way he spoke. An itch that constantly made you want to shove a fistful of dirt down his throat.

“What is it, rookie? Are you afraid of the work it will take? The risk that it will fail?” He asks, his voice dripping with disdain as he calls you a rookie. He knew your name, just as you knew his, but neither of you referred to each other directly other than ‘vet’ and ‘rookie’, both of those terms full of contempt.

You're no stranger to hard work - you grew up in a prospecting town, for Kevvasake - but it's just something about the way he speaks to you that gets under your skin. Like he thinks he can talk you around to doing what he wants. Like you're just some cog in his machine.

 Not to mention the fact that he’s just an overall cocky bastard. You scoff at him and meet his eyes with a narrowed gaze of your own. But you don’t let this back-and-forth make you stop as you carefully extract another gem from its sack, then carefully place it in the case along with your other earnings of the morning.

“How about you quit yammering and get back to work, vet?” You say with a hard stare as you continue working, prompting the other men around to refocus on the task at hand. Ezra glares back at you, his lips pressed together into an angry line.

“You will speak to your elders with the respect they deserve.” He speaks in a low tone of warning, his hand balling into a fist at his side.

“Hmm, you’re only - what - about 30 years my senior based on looks, and we’re the same rank so no, I don’t think I will.” He’s clearly not 30 years older than you, probably more like 10, but you can tell it irritates him when you directly call him ‘old.’

“Respect does not come with rank, and do not act otherwise,” He spits back. “I have learned more about this world than you will ever even see, rook. You are just an entitled child and your attitude will be the downfall of this operation. That I promise you.” He retorts back and you notice the other men taking interest in your exchange. You look at them, then at him, stopping your work fully now and crossing your arms over your chest, spurred on by both his response and the attention of the other workers around you.

“Oh, I’m the ‘entitled one’?” You scoff again. “Not you who goes around speaking like he knows more than any of us, who acts like he’s better just because he has experience?” You ask, unafraid of calling him out. It was true after all; he constantly paraded around like he was superior to all of you, even those who were just as skilled as him.

Ezra stares you down for a long moment, the two of you locked in a battle of wills. You can almost see the gears turning in his head as he calculates his next move. He's never been the type to back down from a fight and you know it's only a matter of time before he says something that escalates things further. But then there’s a shift in his eyes as he takes a breath.

“Are you finished?” He asks in a deadly calm voice. You can see the anger in his eyes, and it makes you smirk as you drop your arms from their defensive stance.

“No, but I’ll save my comments for the sake of work.” You respond with a small smile that clearly doesn’t reach your eyes as you glare at him right after.

“Wise,” he replies, his voice dripping with contempt. He takes a deep breath and turns away from you before beginning to speak to one of your crewmates.

He avoids looking at you directly for the remainder of the shift, but you can feel his gaze on you as he watches you from the corner of his eye. You know there will be consequences for this later. You’re not afraid of him though. You two tend to get into these petty arguments all the time, so much so that it’s part of your routine now. Just like prospecting, it’s something you’re used to, something you know the ins and outs of. If he was really interested in killing you for these petty squabbles, he would’ve done it a long time ago. No real rivals would stand for even an ounce of disrespect out here, especially in front of the other crew members. It was a sign of weakness, seen as pathetic. Which tells you that he must either be really forgiving or really into this. You’re not quite sure what to make of either one of those conclusions.

What happens next seems to follow your typical pattern. It’s all a cycle now: you and Ezra fight, both of you get increasingly bitter, and eventually, you call a temporary truce to get the work done. Your pride can't handle backing down from a fight, and his can't take the shame of losing. It's a routine you both have fallen into from the very beginning.  

At the end of the day, you head to your tent only to drop off your earnings and get out of your suit. After a good shower, you feel refreshed and cool. This leaves you in just your black longjohns before you head straight to the giant dining tent, your mind hyper-fixated on your hunger as you watch the suns begin to set.

The tents are the only shelter you’ve got. There are 40 square-foot ones for each prospector, though those who are friends or companions share if they don't mind the lack of space or privacy. Those 15 structures are packed relatively close together in a semi-circle amongst the trees. Then, there’s the dining tent on the other side of camp, a 200 square feet structure where everyone can dine comfortably enough, again if a bit cramped. At the heart of the camp is the watchtower you all built to keep guard night after night, one or two prospectors taking shifts. Other than that, it’s all trees and bushes and foliage. No buildings or manmade structures for yards, though you know there’s a system of caves a good 3 miles to the east.

Thankfully, though, none of it is a huge issue. This planet is relatively habitable, at least compared to other planets you’ve visited and studied. You all can actually roam around without the suits and helmets for a good while, though you still wear them out on the digs as protection against the elements and as armor against potential danger. 

Your eyes scan the dining tent as you enter. You see a total of 23 prospectors sitting together in small clusters throughout the space, exchanging stories and laughs. Some of them acknowledge your entrance with a smile or a nod your way, but most keep their attention on their conversations and their food. You’re civil with the men, and you know they mostly respect you now that you've proven yourself capable as a prospector, but you’ve made sure not to ‘make friends’, something relatively easy for you to do out here. You’re far older than most rookies, as most are between the ages of 20 to 25 fresh out of the Academy, so you know that gives some of them pause. But, they don’t need to know exactly what you know, given your advantages of growing up knowing the tricks of the trade.

You get into the serving line and grab your grub, piling plenty onto your tray before leaving the tent and sitting a few feet away, not wanting to go back to your own tent just yet. You’re about to eat when you spot Ezra stopping with his own tray a few yards farther away, also dressed down, though he’s in sweats and a t-shirt. His eyes meet yours and he smirks even as his eyes show clear resentment, nodding at you. You scowl and simply nod once, trying to direct your attention back to your meal. You both begin to eat precisely at the same time and even that small and organic coincidence irritates you.

All too soon, your eyes meet once more and there's just that same, hateful stare between you two. All still a part of your routine with him. You try to focus on your food, but the longer he stares, the more you feel your temper rising again. 

It’s been that way since you first joined their crew as a new rookie only four and a half months ago, so his request for you to respect him wasn’t completely unwarranted, even if it did bother you. He’s a skilled veteran, even when compared to you. If the crew’s talk is anything to go by, he had been advanced in his learning at the Academy, having graduated at just 18. And that just irritates you further. Because out here, that matters more than anything, and he’s treated with a certain superiority because of his skill level and experience by the other crew members. Aside from you, of course.

“What?” You snap at him as you eat, feeling hot under his stare, but you attribute that to your irritation.

“Oh, nothing. Just admirin’ the view, rookie,” he says plainly, his lips pursed into an insincere half-smile. He's trying to goad you into action again and he's doing a good job of hiding it. As the only woman on the crew, you're used to men making lewd comments. They're never as subtle as Ezra is though, and you can tell he's getting a kick out of ticking you off. You roll your eyes.

“How about you take a picture then, it’ll last longer?” You say, even as your cheeks go very slightly flustered at his words. Ezra breaks out into laughter, a deep and belly-shaking sound that you've never heard from him before. He wipes his eyes and takes a sip of his canteen, his laughter finally dying down. 

"That actually got a laugh out of me, not gonna lie," He confesses. "I'll have to remember that one." His demeanor is almost different. He's more relaxed, his shoulders unhunched. He doesn’t say anything else and you eventually go back to your food, even as he continues to watch you, eating his own food across from you, silently. You’ve noticed that in him. When you two are around the men, he takes on a more hostile, macho bravado but in these rare moments when you two are alone, he lets that fall away. It’s almost as frustrating as the man himself.

You’re determined not to snap at him again. So you ignore him instead, watching the suns leave their final rays behind as they disappear into the horizon line to the west. But now you’re finishing up and you glance at him. The two of you exchange another long look, but this time it's not as hostile. It’s actually kind of… peaceful. Then you remember your place quickly and glare at him, scoffing under your breath.

"Ya know, you're not as bad as I give ya credit for, rook," Ezra says after a few more moments of silence. He pushes his plate to the side and pulls an herbal cigarette from the breast pocket of his shirt. You watch him with a puzzled look. Where in Kevva’s name did he get contraband from? You know your boss considers him a second-in-command, but would he really let him get away with contraband out here? You want to ask him but he speaks again, "Don't tell the crew, but I think there's still a chance for us to be friends." His face is a stark contrast compared to the scowls and glares he's often shot you in the past. He gives you a wry half-smile as he lights his cigarette with the lighter on his multitool.

You bark out a laugh. “Like I’d ever be friends with you.” You respond with another glare

"See? This is why we don't get along. You're stubborn to a fault and you'll be the death of us all," Ezra gestures to you with the cigarette held between his index and middle fingers, shaking his head. He takes a drag from it and blows a thick cloud of smoke out towards the horizon. You don’t respond. After all, he’s partially right. You are stubborn, but you’re not ashamed of that fact. It’s how you got here, and you’re proud of it. His features become unreadable as he continues, 

"And yet... I still see somethin’ in you, despite your numerous flaws...” He adds, his expression suddenly pensive. He shrugs lightly with a small smile. “Maybe I'm just a glutton for punishment." There’s a sudden shift when he says that last bit that makes you pause. His tone was almost… flirtatious? But it was incredibly subtle. You almost missed it. Still, it’s not enough to deter you. 

“Well, at least I’m not a prideful pompous ass who can’t get a grip on reality and blames others instead of his own ego on his lack of ‘friends’.” You retort and stand up to leave, leaving your food tray. Ezra looks taken aback by your statement at first, but he quickly recovers and stands to his feet as well, leaving his too. He takes another long drag from his cigarette before tossing it out onto the forest floor, crushing it under his boot. He starts to follow after you, saying something that you don't quite catch before he trails off into the distance. You're almost to your tent when you think you hear him mutter it again under his breath,

"Starflower..." You freeze. Your body pricks up at the name. You’ve heard it before but only once. It was a pet name you’ve heard used affectionately on the planet Ezra’s from. You turn slowly, your eyes narrowed again at him.

“What did you call me?” You ask. Ezra stops in his tracks and turns to face you. His hands are up, but only a little, as if to show you he’s not here to fight. His features are still relaxed, though there's a hint of something deeper, more serious behind his eyes.

"You heard me," he says calmly, taking a step towards you. "But if you need me to repeat it, I can." You narrow your eyes at him again and your own fingers brush your holster.

“Call me that again…” You start and take a step towards him, just one, in warning. “And you’ll lose your head, vet.” You say, your voice cold. A part of you isn’t entirely sure why you’re acting this way. You’ve been called way worse out here on expeditions. Other terms of endearment like ‘sweetheart’ and ‘princess’ from these other jagoffs don’t really bother you. But something about the way he says that… something about the way it rolls off of his tongue. It’s making your blood boil.

"Starflower..." Ezra repeats, taking another step towards you. He raises an eyebrow and gives you a cocky smile, daring you to do your worst. He reaches out and grabs your wrist, his grip impossibly firm but not enough to hurt you. He brings his face close to yours, close enough for you to feel his breath on your cheek. He speaks again. "Try me, rookie. I dare you." His voice is low and quiet.

You make a sound of surprise at his actions. Your eyes widen slightly as he leans in towards you and you don’t know how to feel at his sudden proximity. 

“Get your filthy hands off of me.” You warn.

“Make me." Ezra's voice is low. He brings his face even closer to yours, your lips only inches apart. His grasp on your wrist tightens only slightly as if he’s making it clear his intention is not to actually harm you. You can feel his hot breath on your cheek, his gaze unwavering. There’s a sudden shift in the air. And there’s something in his eyes that you notice, something you don’t think you’ve seen before. It’s an intensity in his gaze that you’re now positive you’ve never seen before. And for the first time since you’ve met him, you feel a slight flutter in your stomach as your eyes search his.

The silence between you two stretches on as neither one of you dares to move or speak or even breathe it seems. The longer he holds you like this, the longer you become aware of various things about him you had never bothered to notice before. Like the amber flecks in his deep brown eyes, the way his bottom lip is so much fuller than his top lip. The faded moon-shaped scar that curves down his cheek towards his jawline, just under his right eye. The way his facial hair has a heart-shaped patch on that same side of his jaw, right next to his chin. Things you’ve only noticed now that he’s here up close. You can also smell the herbal cigarette on his breath. A heady mix of juniper, lavender, and peppermint. You’re surprised that it’s not a totally unappealing smell. It’s actually… kind of nice.

You’re only partially aware of his eyes scanning your face as if doing the same to you. He now notices the exact color of your own eyes. The exact outline of your mouth, the furrow between your brows. His gaze seems to soften as he looks at you. 

And just as he seems to let his guard down, you move. 

You react fast, pushing him off of you, the suddenness and forcefulness with which you move causing him to release you, and he further moves back a couple of feet. You grab your thrower and aim it, panting. You’re not sure if it’s from the panic of earlier or his actions. Ezra steps back and holds his hands up in surrender, though his eyes remain locked onto yours. He seems strangely unconcerned about the fact that you're pointing a weapon at him. A slight grin plays at the corner of his lips and you swear he's enjoying this. You've seen him calm in tense situations before, but never quite like this. It almost seems like he's savoring the moment. He takes another slow step back, his hands still raised. He doesn't say anything, but his smile grows broader as he meets your gaze.

“This is your last warning, vet. Back. Off.” You say, your face red. Kevvasake, why can’t you stop thinking about what just happened? This is the clearest warning yet. You don’t actually want to hurt him, but you won’t hesitate if you have to.

Ezra remains silent, his eyes boring into yours as you keep your weapon trained on him. He takes a final step backward, his face still calm and relaxed. He shows you the back of his hands as if to say, "See? No weapons." But you know it's all an act, he's got multiple throwing knives concealed about his person, just like any good prospector should. He's enjoying the tension, he's living for it. The look in his eye is one of pure thrill. You would never say it out loud, but you feel the same. The tension, the thrill, the spontaneity of it all. It’s addicting. And you hate it. You scoff and holster your thrower. You know he’d never hurt you. You roll your eyes at him again. 

“Right.” Ezra nods in approval, the corner of his mouth curling just enough to show a hint of a playful smirk. A brief thought crosses your mind, a thought you know you shouldn't allow to take root, but that somehow manages to anyway. Why do you not hate him? He's arrogant, he's egotistical, he goes out of his way to be insufferably rude. And yet, you can't help but be drawn in by his charm and confidence. Why do you let him get to you? What is it about him that makes you want to come back? You feel a shiver go down your spine at that but don’t let it get to you.

“Are you done?” You ask, stealing his own line from earlier to once again call up that temporary truce between you two. Your voice is less hostile than it was moments ago, but still not anywhere near friendly.

“For now,” he says with a smirk. The way his voice holds the same playful tone as before makes your blood heat and your face go flush. He takes a step closer again, closing the distance between the two of you. His face is inches from yours, his eyes trained on yours as he reaches up one hand, hesitating. Your eyes zero in on his hand in mid-air, a mixture of conflicting emotions running through you. You can’t help but feel your heart flutter at the almost touch. His hand falls away and you suddenly become aware that your breath is now shallow. Did he want to touch you? An even more important question follows: did you want him to touch you? You shake it off, doing your best to ignore your racing heart. You step away from him, feeling suddenly breathless.

“Well, fine, good night, Ezra.” You say pointedly and quickly scan the area, wondering if anyone out here saw. However, you two are still thankfully alone. You turn to head into your tent. Ezra gives you one last smile before his features return to their customary scowl as he heads toward his tent. Once you make it inside, you wait a few moments with bated breath, as if he will come back. But the only remainder of him is the scent of juniper, lavender, and mint in the night air.

You toss and turn on your cot for several hours as you ponder what happened tonight. You've had your fair share of run-ins with the prospector, but none of them have ever ended with such an intensity of emotion. Something's different this time, you just don't know what it is quite yet.

Sudden realization strikes you like a bolt of lightning from the clear night sky.

You don't hate Ezra.

You like him.

Kevvasake.

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Wake up, I had another idea when I was very sleep deprived! So, this is probably gonna be a series (don’t ask me how long, you all know I never plan ahead) BUT, I’ve got about 3 chapters written out already and I’ll probably update within the next week/week and a half. Let me know what you all think of this, I realize now this is my first time doing E-to-L and so I might totally suck at this haha. Anyway, that’s it, thanks a million, hope you all enjoyed, and see you in the next one!

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Ok so I just rewatched Earthspark for the 473738922 time😂😂. And now I have some different thoughts on the whole Bumblebee being kept secret from Ghost. Also this is gonna be a long post so you have been warned. P.S discussion of some of the leaks so if you don’t want spoilers don’t read!

The biggest thing that stood out to me is when he’s called Zom- bleBee and either skywarp or nova storm( I can’t remember which) says he’s “ back from the dead”. Now clearly Optimus doesn’t trust Ghost so yeah he could have just said/or otherwise made it seem like Bee was gone to them and any Decepticons without something actually having happened to him. But I’m now thinking it’s very likely Bee was either severely injured or DID die but was brought back by Ratchet (or the Allspark but I really want Ratchet to be in the show😂)

Optimus is already far more protective of Bee than even the Terrans who are a brand new species of transformer ( he made him a teacher for this new species which means he’s not supposed to be directly in the line of fire but Arcee , Wheeljack and Elita-1 he has no problem with allowing them to be on the front lines? Even the newest terrans he had with him facing mandroid while Bee and the humans were waiting outside, and when Bee showed up to help with the cassette bots he got a little angry and tried to send him back to the Malto’s as soon as possible). Episode 3 is basically all about Bee having a crisis of confidence, he doesn’t feel like a hero anymore because he’s been in “ hiding” so long which honestly sounds like what a soldier who was taken out of the war due to an injury would say.

In one of the leaks for the future episode descriptions Bumblebee is sent on a mission and the kids follow him to try and keep him safe. If this is a true leak it would make sense that in the episode the kids and terrans (and us) find out what happened to Bee and because they’re afraid he’ll get hurt they go after him wanting to protect him (Similar to Arcee having every one go help with fighting Soundwave and the cassettes after hearing about Bee’s “ mission”, it doesn’t appear at the moment that she is kept from missions so she doesn’t have a reason to be jealous or anything that Bee is in the field since I’m assuming she gets to do that stuff all the time but rather she’s very worried about her friend/brother being in the field after what happened to him and wants to protect him)

Based on everything we’ve seen so far it seems like the only reason Optimus would keep Bee from Ghost is that he was hurt which has made him extra protective of Bee. I mean I highly doubt if he didn’t trust them at all he’d allow himself and his Autobots to have an alliance with them. However, they’ve already pointed out that Ghost has a habit of being inconsiderate and even uncaring towards the bots as Megatron pointed out that they always leave the cybertronians to “ bare the scars”. It seems like Optimus (being the father toward bumblebee that he is) is keeping Bee from Ghost because he’s worried if they knew he was still alive they would put him in harms way again and he’d be killed or hurt like before

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Basically Impossible | ShinKami Oneshot

pairing: ShinKami

cw: anxiety, descriptions of imagined death/dying, mild hurt/comfort

words: 912

summary: Kaminari is afraid to fly on a plane for the first time with his boyfriend Hitoshi who comforts Kaminari to subside his spiraling thoughts.

“How am I supposed to remember all of this safety stuff, Toshi?!” Denki groans.

He grabs the safety booklet on the back of the seat in front of him that the safety video mentioned.

“They just throw all of this information at you and expect you to memorize it all? I wasn’t even worried about not having oxygen before getting on this plane and now it's a big worry of mine. What if the mask doesn’t fit on my head? How quickly will the little mask things come down from the plane? And I’m gonna admit it, I don’t remember where the life jackets are!”

Shinsou finally looks over at his boyfriend. “Under the seat.”

“Where under the seat?”

“....under under?”

“That’s the kind of hesitation that will get you drowning in the salty sea. We have to be prepared and ready for something when it happens,” Denki gripes

“You’ll be fine,” Shinsou states and goes back to playing on his Switch.

Did he really just ‘you’ll be fine’ him? When he’s freaking out before they’ve even started their vacation?

“Toshi, the video very clearly said that I may not be fine.”

“Just don’t think about it.”

This whole trip was supposed to be a big step for them in their relationship and now Shinsou wasn’t even trying to console him. Denki crosses his arms and closes his eyes with a huff. Fine. He can be all aloof and absent too if that’s what they were doing.

“Denki, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Just thinking about the totally not deadly flying tin can we’re in. Also thinking about how we could pull off some Titanic shit in the ocean if I can’t find the life jacket under the seat. You’re a better swimmer so you’re Jack in this scenario. We’d be fine because it’s summer and we could swap places. But I’m chilling.”

“Denki, please just relax. That is basically impossible.”

Except it was very possible or else they wouldn’t have that video. Shinsou was just not getting it. It was a possibility no matter how small. How could he just sit there and hope it would be okay? The safety briefing felt so quick and slapped together he knew he wouldn’t be prepared or know what to do if things went wrong. He was being the reasonable one here, right?

Unless he wasn’t. But he’s being aloof and totally unconcerned for his safety like everyone else apparently was on this plane.

“Yeah, sure. You’re right. I’m overreacting,” Denki says.

Then the plane begins to take off. He crosses his legs to really sell the I don’t care and I’m chilling attitude. But he totally wasn’t chilling now. They were taking off so there was no going back now. Would looking out the window help or make it worse? He glances over at the window and yup…definitely made it worse. People fly all the time like it’s nothing so he shouldn't be as scared as he is. But he is.

Denki squeezes his eyes tighter as if that will protect him from that small chance of danger. He knows he needs Hitoshi right now so why wasn’t he here in the way he needed him to be?

And then he feels Shinsou take his hand.

“I felt the life jacket. You want me to show you where it is?” Shinsou asks.

“Nah. It’s okay. I was just being silly.”

Shinsou takes the hand he was holding and guides it down to under the seat anyway.

“You feel it?”

Denki takes a deep breath. “Yeah.”

“You feel confident you’ll be able to get it?”

“Yeah.”

“Good.”

As they sit back up, Kaminari rests his head on Hitoshi’s shoulder.

“You know those stories about moms lifting up cars to save their babies?” Shinsou asks.

Kaminari peeks an eye open to look at his boyfriend and nods.

“If this plane goes down I know I’ll get that same kind of rush so I can rip the door off the plane. That way you can rest on it while I float in the water because there totally won’t be room for the both of us.”

“Mm, what are we gonna talk about to help the time pass? The ocean is pretty boring,” Denki says, a slight smile finally breaking across his lips

“Hmm, maybe we could analyze the geopolitical implications of Shrek?” Shinsou suggests.

“It really was a global sensation.”

“Still is.”

“Yeah, you’re totally right.”

There’s a bit of turbulence and Denki startles, holding tighter onto Shinsou’s hand. It breaks the little bubble of distraction Hitoshi was forming and reminds Denki that his fears are founded in truth.

“Deep breath.”

“I’m fine.”

“Deep breath.”

He’d done this with Hitoshi plenty of times when he got a bit too anxious. In for four, hold for four, out for four, hold for four. Again and again.

After he completes a round Shinsou starts back up again.

“When we land I’m thinking we get piña coladas. I heard there’s a bar near our hotel that has great ones. And then tomorrow morning we can sleep in because I know you’ll be tired from the flight so we can start with lunch on the beach and swim together and cuddle after as we dry off.”

This trip was a good idea and it is exactly what they needed. While things weren’t perfect, he felt more assured each day that he picked the right guy to handle his heart.

“Dude, you know I’ll never turn down a 'lada.”

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[imjustabeanie]

Hey there! It’s Morgan (@whiskersz) here for the matchup trade! First of all, I’m very happy that you came to me for a trade, I didn’t even know these were a thing before seeing your work!

Some basic info – I’m 20, use he/they pronouns, I’m Bisexual and Nonbinary and I have no preference for the gender of who I’m gonna be matched with :) I'm also Italian!!

So, I guess I should start by saying that I’m quite the introvert. I find it very difficult to start a conversation with people I don’t know and even when we’re already acquainted it takes me a while to open up fully. I’ve been called scary before, which happened also because I naturally look a bit annoyed all the time and apparently I don’t laugh at many things.

Once I open up though, I’m very silly! Literally the definition of ‘just a guy’; I like cats, drawing, painting, watching series and playing videogames and shipping myself and my OCs with my favorite characters, and writing about cute scenarios; I also love shopping and ‘dressing to impress’, I never leave the house with a random outfit, I dress in hopes that somebody in the streets will look at me and think that my style is awesome. So, I would say I kind of like attention in a way. Speaking of my style I always dress like I’m straight from the past, I own stuff that used to belong to people who bought it in the 80s, but even earlier! I also really love anything vintage and I’m somewhat of a maximalist, my desk is a mess of trinkets, action figures and jewellery.

As for what I dislike, I really hate gory scenarios, I can’t stand seeing that kind of thing at all and I actually pass out a lot from just hearing the description of such things. I also generally dislike annoying noises such as loud chewing, and people who don’t respect my boundaries. If somebody is like that, I’m not afraid of telling them that they’re getting on my nerves, though if we’re close I’ll be way kinder to them as I tolerate stuff from my loved ones way easier.

It’s maybe unexpected, but in a relationship I’m very loving and caring and I will worry about anything and everything, I’m also very empathetic so if my partner is feeling down I’ll unfortunately feel down as well, but I’m very willing to ignore my feelings since I’m just basically mirroring what they feel as I would rather be supportive and positive in times of need. My love languages are a mess, I basically express my love through words, actions, gifts and expressing that I want to spend time with each other all together; the last one is a bit more special maybe since I rarely feel up to doing things with people in general.

I don’t want to make this too long, so here’s my deal breakers and then we’re done! I’m not a fan of clinginess, I care about my loved ones a lot but I need a lot of space to practice my hobbies and to do my thing in general. I also dislike people who get angry easily, I’m a very chill person so I’d rather be surrounded by equally chill people. For the rest, just be loyal and honest and then we’re chill!

Hope this is all good! Take your time with this and happy writing :3

I nearly answered the wrong ask lmao. So sorry for the wait I hope you like it!

Your hazbin Hotel match is.....Vox!

For husker:

Don’t judge or blame me….your match is…Vox! I was surprised too since I initially hesitated between Husk and Vaggie….and somehow ended up with Vox.

Vox is a passionate man (demon?) to say the least. You did say that it’s difficult for you to start conversations in general so he’ll be the one starting them (and he likes it). What’s annoying with Vox is that it takes a little something special (his own interest) for him to start considering the person if you know what I mean. That’s why my scenario here is that you were a friend of someone in the Hotel (it can be anyone). Vox is interested in the hotel so he socialized with you to get inside infos. When he realized he actually started enjoying your company he acted like a schoolgirl and completely isolated himself because well it’s the first time! After the V’s saw him in that miserable state of mind they finally decided to confront him. It was effective cuz he confessed a week later.

Vox, as the other V’s, sometimes doesn’t respect boundaries (but not as much as the other two) by wrapping his arm around your shoulder or waist without asking first. But once you put him in his place he’ll accept it and then apologize by treating you to a nice date (plus a bouquet of flowers ofc). Something that’s nice is that he does take criticism (unless it’s from Alastor) but he’s too prideful to apologize properly by words. Instead he’ll take a step back and think about his actions so he won’t repeat the same mistakes.

He loves how good you dress up. He also dress to impress and likes someone that’s like him. He commissions new outfits for you almost weekly and always goes all out (velvet helps with the choices and coordination)! You’re the couple that everyone wants to dress up like if it helps. He relishes in the envious looks people give you both, it’s obvious from the big grin on his face (if you let him, he’ll kiss you and basically give the middle finger to everyone watching). Getting matching jewels is a must. I also see him as a watch type of guy so if you get him one he will wear it all the time. When in public, he speaks first and always starts the conversation so you don’t get awkward. If he feels you getting shy he’ll take over.

Vox is basically vintage himself. I can completely see him collecting stuff from all time periods (beside radios) His house is basically an organized hoarder house. Which means he has strings to bring you some very good and rare stuff. Each month he makes it his personal quest to bring you a box of a few rare items. He also brings with him vinyl for you two. After a long day he enjoys listening to music over a nice diner with you. Then he takes your hand and dances around the kitchen/living room. When he comes back home to you, he gets softer/more honest. He tells you about his ups and downs. He takes your opinion very seriously too.

I believe he is too date with all new series/movies (to be expected since he’s in the entertainment industry). That’s why you can always count on him for good recommendations. But if you introduced him to human world series/movies he’d welcome it! This means that you two always write a recommendation list to the other and it makes up for many common topics!

He sucks at video games. He’s too impatient and loves the fast types of games. He does try to have a healthy competition I promise but he gets all sulky when he loses lol. He’d like to get into more time consuming games but he doesn’t have much time (he did get the idea that it’d be good to get into the game industry to bring/brainwash more demons….). He gets jealous easily and it’s not uncommon to find him criticizing every character you matched yourself with. Oh boy I can’t imagine if it’s an actor….poor actor getting glared at will be so confused.

He enjoys your drawings! He gifts you with the supplies since he knows you like drawing as a mean to encourage you. If you actually started a career he’d back you up. If Vox finances animated series he’d give you a shot of actually present your characters to the artist for inspiration. He’s genuinely proud of you for that. He does criticize to help you out of course and if he doesn’t like it he’ll tell you why. Now for cats…I love cats but I don’t see him as an animal person. He won’t stop you from getting a cat but will get jealous if the kitty gets too much attention. Ironically cats love him….He likes that you support him all the time despite his obvious evil ways. We can say that love is keeping you two together.

Now for some bad parts….It happens that Vox gets all worked up (when a certain someone is involved). It’s very rare that he blows up on you due to stress but it happened once or twice (the reason you’re nearby is that he usually hugs you to calm down). He was fully apologetic afterward and even expected you to break up with him for it. Also he has an unhealthy rivalry with Alastor so yeah….

Tada!

[livehexmoments]

OK SO I HAVE AN AU YIPPEE!! I love the hex side characters sm for some reason, im making an entire au centered around them. These are just copy and pasted from my doc i made (and still working on so it might be a little rough!)

So, basic plot summary because it's not that deep: Wizarro found a bunch of supposed “dead” characters somewhere far off into the void on his travels and took them in to travel with him. Some characters like Shrewd and Rocky are actively looking for someone, while others like Jack and Alley just follow because they have nowhere else to go. Catarina joins them later on because she feels bad and wants to at least help them in finding a safe place to stay. Chaos ensues. Adding onto this, I was thinking they would eventually find a place to live in “beneath the Surface” or somewhere like it! (for fellas who don’t know, it's a free game that was made by Carla in canon. It contains the secret ending for the Hex).

Main Cast:

Wizarro:

Description: Very cryptic guy but friendly (Like “I don’t sleep, I dream'' cryptic)!! Always calls people his friend and isn’t afraid of much. Tends to wander from place to place, which is how he found most of them. His magic is VERY weak, even weaker than Moji’s. He’s trying to get better throughout the events of the au and does manage to learn some powerful spells to protect himself and his new found family. At least he is able to fight back and can do some hand to hand combat (he wasn’t the best fighter in combat arena x but got by). He used to work for Gameworks and was assigned to Combat Arena X but quit during the development of Secrets of Legendaria and has chosen a life of wandering in worlds/engine (which explains how he ends up in the weirdest of places). Irving didn’t really care too much, since his hands were full with SOL, so he was able to get away with just leaving. Wizarro is someone who appreciates the newfound company and is actually afraid to lose it. He’s been wandering by himself for a while and it does get pretty lonely.

Appearance: Wizarro still wears the same clothes as he did before, with the addition of a little handbag he carries around, a scarf around his neck, and maybe a patch or two on the shirt. The handbag actually works on cartoon logic, as he seemingly can fit a lot of stuff in there (yet constantly forgets to put what they actually need in there). His sunglasses are still there too and he’s never seen without them. Even when it’s cloudy, he refuses to take it off. One change he does have is with his hair as it grew a bit longer from his travels and he doesn’t want to cut it.

Rocky:

Description: BELOVED ROCKY ...He's so confused on this journey and just wants to go home with his pops (if he could find him that is). He doesn’t remember too much from his death, just the forest and the hat lady shooting him out of existence, which he still has nightmares from. While Rocky is confused, he is also very kindhearted and protective over his new found friends. Like Rust, he doesn’t understand the concept of being a video game character and whatnot and tends to ask a lot of questions. Well, he always did that, he’s just a very curious person. Like to crack jokes and puns to lighten the mood and hear the stories of everyone. His protective nature came naturally from his time in the wasteland, the unfortunate downside is how he usually treats himself as a meatshield and will take a lot of hits for people, which isn't good.

Appearance: Rocky’s appearance hasn't changed too much. Instead of the undies he wears in game, I gave him shorts that are a bit torn up from being in the wasteland for so long. He still wears his worn out sneakers and bandages on his arms. I also gave him a lot more scars. Not only on his arms from those implants when the mods took over, but also just from cuts and bites from when he fought raiders and rad rats. One notable thing I did give him compared to his canonical design is he wears a large brown hooded cloak. I don’t know how he got it yet (thinking either they found it or Wizarro/Mr. Shrewd made it for him) but I wanted him to wear something that was a bit similar to Rust’s hood. I also think that most of the members of this travel gang wear stuff that covers their identity a bit, since they don’t want people immediately recognizing them and causing issues (especially Gameworks).

Jack:

Description: SNARKY BITCH. Has a hatred for liars and hates being here sm. The only person he tolerates at first is Wizarro as they knew each other well from Gameworks, everyone else is for him to get used to, ESPECIALLY ALLEY AND JUNIOR. They both annoy him so much. He is still a door, so he moves around with magic and floating. He is the best magic user by a long shot, but his only spells relate to ankhs and that’s it. He says his sense of smell is good…that’s a lie, it’s really bad. He misses his queen sm and he honestly misses Secrets of Legendaria, as he truly did consider it one of the better games he was assigned to.

Appearance: There’s not much I can say about his design because I didn’t change much. I will say that since coming back, he does have a couple of more cracks showing, specifically on his door body, arms, and face. I’m thinking about also just giving him a chipped ear because why not. OH and a tail on the backend that yes, will wag if happy or excited (he hates it).

Alley:

Description: Uncontrollable swearing. Is the reason why Rocky now knows 10 swears including Fuck. He is a pretty strong character too (apparently from dialogue, he was put in the npc detention center for being OP), but only in short bursts. He then gets tired and can’t fight so he’ll either give up or pass out. Known for having a bad temper and short patience. Easily irritated and only calm during rare moments when nothing is going on. Despite all that, he is not one to pick fights unless he’s approached directly and feels threatened…which is a lot of the time.

Appearance: Alley is the one character who died that doesn’t have any major design changes in this au, other than maybe his clothes being scuffed up with rips and a few scratches (he’s perfect as is <3)

Mr. Shrewd:

Description: Wonderful old man and dad. The father figure of the group and someone to keep everyone calm. He’s used to dealing with impatient or jerkish people (see Weasel kid and Mr. Squarrel here), so he can handle whatever fighting is going on that day. Pretty stern yet always giving good advice and support to anyone who needs it. While is a horrible fighter, he is decently quick with getting anyone out of a sticky situation and his ability to burrow underground will be useful. He honestly wants to try and find Weasel and/or Squarrel but realizing how much time has passed, he grows more unsure of that plan since he doesn’t want to upset them and bring back old trauma. “I miss my husband and kid…I miss them a lot. I’ll be back.”. Honestly I think he is pretty protective overall. He’s so used to being like that in Super Weasel Kid 1 and I do think it does come from a genuine fear of seeing people he cares about being hurt in any way :(

Appearance: Mr Shrewd has big ass glasses because of his old ones being “missing” (with mr Squarrel). He also has an amount of gray on his sideburns and mustache as he still is considered a bit older. It applies to his fur too, as the color is much paler. The wiki says he wears a green tee, so i'm gonna change it to be a green plaid sweater vest with the white shirt and tie kept because honestly i like that better. Oh so because he was initially designed (COUGH no legs COUGH), i think that the gang manages to code him in some legs and they’re so small. He would have khakis and a small tail with these new legs.

Moji:

Description: I feel so bad for Moji, he’s honestly seems so nice and just trying his best. Kind of a dumbass and too naive for his own good but he tries. Goofy little guy who’s just trying his best and desperately wanting to spend the time he missed with his kid. The resident healer of the group who makes sure everyone is in good health and spirit (Even if they don’t want it). He can get upset, but it’s very hard to genuinely make him mad or sad. If you do, what’s wrong with you, he’s been through enough. He’s more lenient as a parent, basically letting “the kids” which consists of Junior and Rocky, to do whatever as long as it isn't super dangerous. He honestly forgives Chandrelle for killing him, he isn’t the type of person to hold a grudge (Junior does that for him). He still is apprehensive towards actually seeing her again and honestly I do think that forgiveness comes from him wanting to believe the good in people, even someone like Chandrelle who killed him in cold blood.

Appearance: So many burn marks and a scar from being stabbed by a sword on his chest. It’s honestly kind of horrifying. Moji otherwise has barely any notable design changes such as that. I will mention it here (and it applies to Junior too) but I think moglees’ eyes work in the same way as Olimar’s does in Pikmin. Basically always closed but when expressing extreme shock, fear or anger, go wide open. idk i just thought it would be funny

Junior:

Description: The “Wildcard” of the group. Very chaotic and a “You can’t tell me what to do kind of guy” (except when his dad tells him no). Does not regret killing Jay at all as it was per the agreement. LOVES COMMITTING WAR CRIMES (and regular crimes). He does regret one thing: Blaming his father for abandoning him when that didn't happen at all. He is so traumatized from secrets and his own death it's insane. Loves denying it though to keep up his toxic masculinity. When he finds out about Chandrelle and how Lazarus kept quiet about it, he is going to lose it. While him and Lazarus aren’t the closest or anything, he does respect Lazarus’s skills and actually looked up to him since he was a kid (he thought being a knight was cool, he was like 10). Although being a bit older than Weasel, he is very much more immature than him and doesn’t know how to take responsibility for his actions that well.

Appearance: Junior has a lot of scars from his days in Vicious Galaxy, his child self dealing with the Vallamir attack, and his untimely demise being crushed by debris. He also has some stitches on certain parts of his body that he doesn’t remember getting at all. He absolutely ditches his armor and goes for the most punk/goth clothes you can think of. I can imagine him finding a red trench coat with combat boots and ripped jeans and being like “yep, im wearing this from now on, this is badass”. He carries his shotgun on his back at all times and is not afraid to use it. He’s very much taller than Moji

Jay:

Description: Oh god, this man has so many issues. He is still a meek and cowardly man, but since his death, he’s…changed. He’s honestly become a bit more jaded and bitter, actually getting over his anxiety when the time calls. He’s less afraid of getting into arguments but still is relatively quiet. I know I compare him to Lazarus a lot but they are alike in my eyes. But unlike Lazarus who became more depressed, Jay became more angry. Finally being sick of being treated like a tool and dirt (dying does change your mind lmao). He looks out for everyone as best as he can. Out of everyone, he’s the 2nd person to know most of Reggie’s plan but refuses to ever step foot in there again. His feelings about everything and his death and…them are complicated and too much for him to handle. So he’d rather avoid the pain than confront it. He does not tell the others about it though. Only him and Catarina understand the extent of his revenge and both would rather not let the others know to avoid any potential problems.

Appearance: Jay has scars from the vicious galaxy and his death. But his death scars are the biggest pain to deal with it because they fucked him up physically. I think the shotgun bullets hit his backside (need to check in game and stuff) so id like to think his head, back and maybe arms are a bit fucked. He gets frequent migraines, mood swings, and even can have serious back/arm pains during the worst of it. Jay still wears his old armor (and occasionally wears his old robe if necessary), the only real difference is with the helmet. Think of Master Chief's helmet but with the visor being in shape with the arrow and a removable mouth piece for drinking and eating. He wears it not for protection, but to keep his identity hidden if needed.

Catarina:

Description: Now I was debating on making her a side character or having her be a part of the gang...Ultimately, I chose the latter because 1. Cat lady and 2. I love her. Barely see anything about her so I'm gonna change that. She’s the last person to join their little traveling gang and she didn’t do it out of a big reason or wanting anything. She did it for fun. While she had nowhere else to go, she was feeling rather lonely and just wanted to be with other people. This group seemed chaotic yet welcoming when she stumbled upon them so why not join them? She gets along with everyone fine (especially shrewd who she sees as an old friend). She actually cares about them a lot. The group’s safety is important to her (she grew attached to these silly men) so if she foresees some bullshit, then she will let them know and try to get them to avoid it. She is also someone who knows everything about the plan and stuff, and agrees with Jay that going to the Six Pint Inn is a bad idea. Before the Hex, she actually knew it was going to happen, and yet felt powerless to do something. it’s one of her biggest regrets to let it happen (not because of Lionel but for the npcs that were killed and how the patrons’ lives were basically fucked).

Appearance: No change to her design at all. The only thing I will say is that she can be seen walking more rather than using her carpet everywhere. This was a personal choice by her. She wanted to be on their level and walk alongside them so she only uses the carpet for emergencies or if they need to get somewhere fast (it shockingly can hold all of them but only barely).

[brokenmusicboxwolfe]

Have you been to hospital about your injuries? They sound bad .:/ Anyways, I hope you feel better soon. 💐

Thanks so much!

Well, they really aren’t THAT bad. The stab wound did hit the bone, but where it didn’t have to go far. The wound isn’t too deep, or too big. It didn’t hit any major blood vessels or anything. The knife was incredibly sharp, and despite the fact I was cutting hose it was rather clean. I immediately washed it well and so forth. It all could have been much worse.

It’s healing up astonishingly fast, actually. It’s stopped bleeding and the inflammation has gone. I REALLY didn’t expect it to recover this fast. It’s not like when I slammed the car door on my finger back in September. I may have a little scar, but eh, it’s not like anyone cares.

As for a hospital, yeah, no. I’m not sure I’d even go to one if I was dying. I have no money. I have no insurance. There is no hospital in my county even if I wanted to go. I can’t imagine wanting to go after certain traumas I’ve endured a the hands of abusive healthcare professionals.

Without going into detail right now**, I vowed long, long ago to never allow myself to be at the lack of mercy found in the ego driven assholes that think bodily autonomy and emotional respect are thing they are exempt from by virtue of a job description. A doctor has to earn my respect and no way will I trust one just because they got some damn degree. Basically going to a doctor would feel like submitting to a rape (with good reason), and as soon as I was old enough to fight back I stopped going. I haven’t been to a doctor since the 1990s!

Look, I’ll sew up my own wounds and have even cut a growth out of my own skin with a razor blade rather than go to a doctor. I have had medical problems that I worried might actually be life threatening and absolutely someone sensible should go to a for. I didn’t.

Please don’t tell me all the medical stuff that could kill me. I am acutely aware. I even acknowledge that there must be good, kind, intelligent, and respectful healthcare professionals out there. (Never met one that was, but sure, they exist in fiction so why not) But for me the trauma would be a fate worse than death.

You might as well be telling be to stick my face in a box of angry rattlesnakes…..and I’d prefer the snakes because at least they wouldn’t expect your submission, gratitude, and payment for violating you!

Good think I’m incredibly tough, huh? LOL

Thank you for caring! I REALLY appreciate that.

**I tried to go to a therapist once over my intense phobia of those human monsters, and I got an interesting response when, to the screener, I started my long list of reasons for a an utter fear and mistrust of anyone calling themselves a doctor or nurse. Let’s just say I got a few wide eyed “OMG!”s and the suggestion that they should do a movie about me.

The therapist didn’t work out, partly because he had couldn’t get his head around my not being afraid of something stupid like a hypodermic but the human wielding it. Mostly it was my nature clashing with nature of therapists I guess. I tell you, the dude trying to control my word choice because of his assumptions about the baggage attached to the word made me want to punch his face in….and generally I’m not violent.

Still, the attempt did confirm a few things. I did have good reason to feel as I do. And I apparently do have serious PTSD from it all. Oh, and as an aside, I am “A VERY unusual person” (LOL) . None of that was news, but good to have it validated .

[hasarjunadoneanythingwrong]

I like your blog and I've thinking of making a fanblog of a fgo character and wondered of you had any tips?

Hmmm ok let me ruminate

Dont theme it around a specific character unless you know very well you’re going to be obsessing over them daily for the next year or so. If you aren’t sure your fav character is one you fixate on enough to be posting daily about but you still want to name it for them you can always theme it after them but still post about others anyway. This also helps reduce running out of things to talk about

Not every post you make is going to be a hit. Learn to make the posts YOU want to make, and not what you think others will enjoy/will be popular, and you’ll find you feel less resentment if something you worked hard on doesn’t get tons of attention

Consistent posting is your friend if you want to build a strong base. It doesn’t always have to be good, or even daily! (Although I recommend reblogging stuff daily) This is mainly related to getting others to interact back with you-more people are liable to realize you’re an actual person and want to talk to you, send you asks, or comment on your posts if you’re active.

Making anything is better than making nothing. Some of my favorite posts are just silly text post edits or drawing over ‘cursed’ images that I did back when I didn’t have a good tablet. Some of my most popular posts are memes that took about 5 minutes to make! It doesn’t always have to be serious or ‘well done’ by your standards as long as you enjoy it.

Interact with other blogs. Reblog from them, put nice things about their own art or commentary on posts in the tags, send them asks if they’re a character based blog that wants that sort of thing. I’m less good with this tbh (shy) but it’s nice to have other people’s stuff on your blog as well, and nice to let them know if you enjoy their work!

Try not to take things personally. Part of being a focused fandom blog, especially oriented around loving a specific character, means that sometimes people won’t agree with your opinions or they’ll find you annoying. This can be hard to deal with, but generally speaking it isn’t personal and the nice people who are more than happy to join you in appreciating them will outweigh any stress. That being said, don’t be afraid to block people yourself.

Manage your time. This is an important one! Basically, don’t go so hard on focusing on your blog that you then burn out and can’t think of anything for 3 months. This is a bit hard to manage but the basic gist of it is to take frequent breaks and don’t feel bad about doing so (esp if you’re like me and make large quantities of art or something similar)

Get inspired! A lot of what I make isn’t just comics or drawings, but memes and edits that I saw years ago I edited to relate back to my interest. Look around for things that you found funny or interesting and see if any remind you of your fav. Just make sure to note in the tags or description if you were inspired by an artist’s actual comic instead of a more generic meme.

That’s all I have atm, I hope it helps ^v^

[nitrateglow]

Thoughts on a bunch of movies I saw recently

I haven’t posted much about what I’ve been watching, so here are some reviews.

Valley of the Dolls

This movie was sold to me as a campy mess and to be honest, that description is not inaccurate... but is it weird that the film actually moved me at points? Am I insane? Maybe.

The plot follows three young women in show business: good girl Anne (Barbara Parkins), who goes from secretary to model; the tragic Jennifer (Sharon Tate), a kind-hearted but talentless chorus girl who views her body as her sole value; and of course Neely (Patti Duke), the ruthless singing superstar with a passion for “dolls”-- that is, barbiturates. The stuff of soap opera ensues: love triangles, husbands with rare, incurable diseases, backstage backstabbing, affairs, etc.

The style is strange: director Mark Robson shoots this sleazy story as though it were a 1950s prestige picture, which somehow makes the material seem even more tawdry than it already is. The dialogue has some real corkers-- my favorite is, “SPARKLE NEELY SPARKLE,” belted out by Patti Duke in her ever-controversial hamfest of a performance. Or the wig in the toilet scene which is... well, I don’t want to spoil that insanity for you.

But in-between the cheese and the sleaze, there are weirdly affecting moments. Two stood out for me: one is when Anne returns home after a long period, reuniting with her down-to-earth family, and the other involves Jennifer’s awful fate. It’s so weird that this disaster actually has emotional scenes that work... but that’s what makes Valley of the Dolls so interesting.

The Fabelmans

I regret not seeing this movie in the theaters, because WOW. It’s so fantastic-- the acting, the direction, everything.

If you’re unaware, this is basically a thinly veiled autobiography of Steven Spielberg’s childhood and teenage years, when he developed a passion for filmmaking and dealt with his parents’ strained relationship. It’s a slow movie, more character-driven than anything, but it was so well-handled. The characters were three-dimensional and the emotional situations felt authentic.

A lot of people describe The Fabelmans as being about the power of movies, and while that’s true, I was more moved by the film’s depiction of that point in your life when you realize your parents are not all-knowing demigods but human beings with dreams independent of their parental roles and failings that don’t make them evil but simply all too vulnerable and human.

Also the scene where David Lynch shows up as John Ford is freaking hilarious. And the advice he gives about composition is actually very good advice.

Magic

I first heard about this movie from a YouTube video and from the moment I realized it was going to be a creepy puppet movie with Anthony Hopkins, I was sold. Hopkins plays Corky, a struggling magician who makes it big when he incorporates a foul-mouthed dummy into his act. The act gets attention from a television network, but the requirement that Corky submit to a medical exam, he balks and runs off to his remote hometown. It turns out Corky suffers from mental illness, relying on his dummy Fats as a kind of alternate personality, and he’s afraid of being exposed.

Back home in the Catskill Mountains, Corky reunites with his high-school sweetheart (Ann Margret), an unhappily married woman looking for sympathy. The two start an affair, which upsets Fats. And when Corky’s agent (Burgess Meredith) tracks him down, well... things get homicidal.

This is a great slowburn horror story, less about gore and jump scares, and more about psychology. Hopkins is sympathetic and scary in the lead-- actually, I think he’s more frightening in this than he was in Silence of the Lambs, probably because he’s so much more unstable. You never know when he’s going to snap, especially since the fear of being found out by the other characters terrifies him so. As Fats, he’s hilarious yet amoral and coldblooded. I don’t like dummies on a good day and Fats only intensified that aversion.

Richard Attenborough directed the film and this is probably the first time I’ve been impressed with him in that role. I tend to find his style meh, but here, he has great command of pacing and suspense, as well as blending comedy with scares.

Also, I found out while reading about the film that there was originally talk of Gene Wilder playing Corky-- and that would have been so fascinating to see. Unfortunately, it didn’t happen, and while I think Hopkins is phenomenal, I would love to travel to that alternate universe where Wilder got the part.

Georgy Girl

I’ve been going through a lot of British New Wave films lately and Georgy Girl is from late in the cycle, reflecting more of the Swinging Sixties and less of the Angry Young Man trope that had dominated the earlier part of the movement. It has a cult following, but I’m afraid the film didn’t win me over at all, though it’s too interesting for me to dismiss it.

Technqiue-wise, the film is very New Wave, using a quirky, playful style to tell what is at heart a pretty downbeat story. It’s about a young music teacher named Georgy (Lynn Redgrave), an awkward, virginal, sensitive young woman self-conscious about her weight and crushing on her beautiful, promiscuous roommate’s “sexy” (I cannot put enough quotation marks around that word) boyfriend (Charlotte Rampling and Alan Bates play the ever irritating couple). When her roommate becomes pregnant, decides not to terminate the pregnancy, and marries the boyfriend, Georgina becomes excited, hoping to help her friend care for the baby. Instead, she starts an affair with the husband, essentially becomes the baby’s sole caregiver because no one else wants to bother, and finds out the unhappy, self-absorbed couple are going to put the kid she’s grown to love up for adoption.

Oh, and a rich older man (James Mason) who’s known Georgy since she was a kid wants her to be his mistress. That subplot is every bit as awkward and ew as it sounds.

All of these points come together at the end, and I admit the ending is so cynical and weird (and very reminiscent of the following year’s The Graduate) that I had to respect it, even though the journey was not enjoyable for me in the least. I just did not like or care about a single one of these characters, nor did I find their sour misadventures terribly funny. I’m not going to fault the actors-- it’s just the writing I did not care for and well, when that happens what can you do?

And now the damn title theme song is stuck in my head again...

[moonfurthetemmie]

Lear and Puck are very, very close friends. Like. They’d fuck you up if you hurt the other. Aside from Apricot and Cherry (W!JMV Jade and Obsidian. My beloveds), they probably have the healthiest positive relationship of any of their alternates. I know it’s not a high bar to clear but that’s not the point, the point is that they’re best friends and they’re both absolutely deranged.

The others aren’t all that much different from normal, although prolonged exposure to the two theater nerds has infected them somewhat. Jekyll in particular will act very dramatic if someone (usually Lear) isn’t doing what he told them to do to recover from an injury, and Remy will channel his inner Gorden Ramsey if someone leaves food out instead of putting it away.

However, everyone (save Jekyll, Icarus, and Remy) has a ‘character’ that they put on when they’re on missions.

Lear: A radiant. Actor. Drama, villainy, monologues, showmanship, and leadership. He’s the mastermind, and has the lead role in their production of chaos.

He loves it when his audience interacts with him, whether that be trying to fight back when he’s causing shit, or telling him/asking him to do something on social media (which is never serious and they never expect him to actually like…respond). He’s very flashy, literally and figuratively, and can be much more eloquent than normal Obsidian. And by ‘can be eloquent’ I mean ‘he speaks like a Shakespeare character or high fantasy-setting character 90% of the time and only sometimes drops it’

Puck: A corrupt. Special effects, directing, blocking, and planning. He’s got 15000 notebooks with the plot of plays he wants to fully produce, but until then he’s 50% of the brains behind Lear’s operations.

He can’t bring himself to really hurt anyone, so he’s extra careful about his special effects being safe. He usually dips when murder starts happening. He doesn’t like watching it. It’s not fake, it’s real, and he doesn’t really care if Lear does it, but he doesn’t wanna watch.

Mars: The Soldier. Stoic and unmoving, stone-faced and disciplined. As far as ‘the audience’ is concerned, Mars is a perfect killing machine.

He’s not though, he’s tired and he wants to go home but these fucking theater kids are holding him and his family hostage. help. He’s also the second-in command and, at least when they’re doing publicity stunts, the only one besides Lear who can tell Bugs what to do.

Elphaba: Sorcerous trickster. Her voice mimicry can fool crowds into thinking the police are arriving, or confuse them about where the others are, or a thousand other things. And then she’s got her zappy hands and her strings and she’s just a menace.

She’s basically crowd control, when she’s not with Mars and Lear and creating carnage. She’s adopted a spider motif with her costume because of the strings, even if she mostly uses her lightning magic.

Bugs: The Wild Card. Puck actually really likes working with her because he has to get creative with how he signals her to move where they need her.

She’s also very energetic, and with her totally-there undiagnosed ADHD that’s not just projected (lie) it’s very easy to turn ’15 seemingly unrelated trains of thought and in-progress tasks’ into ‘Agent of Chaos who reveals in causing an uproar’. Part of her job is also ‘don’t listen to anyone except Mars and Lear, and act like you’re afraid of them’

Dolus: The Spy. Bugs also has that in her job description, but she rarely plays at it when they’re doing public stuff.

Dolus’ role when they’re putting on a show is to ‘sneak’ around and help Bugs sew chaos in the ‘audience’, and capturing targets as-needed. She’s good at it; she moves almost silently, and can keep her target in her sights even through a large crowd.

Icarus is kinda chilling. He can’t go home, but only because Lear forgot where he came from. He’s being treated pretty well, but he’s so tired of these theater kids. He occasionally hangs out with Puck.

Also, Lear and Puck quote plays and musicals almost constantly. They do kinda make it part of their personality. They will flirt with you using Romeo and Juliet lines.

[jjuzoir]

#GUARD_DOG | Ran Haitani

synopsis: Ran had confessed to you a few months ago and even though you had turned him down, he still follows you around like a guard-dog. Maybe that’s why you weren’t expecting things to turn out so badly, but thank goodness Ran was around to make sure things turned alright.

warnings: harassment, violence, description of said violence, strong language, possessive behavior, ran beats up a bunch of men with a baton, ran is kinda creepy, knife mention, smoking mention, men corner and bother reader/you, possibly triggering.

word count: 2,399

event: #𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐘 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐 𝐌𝐄

a/n: if any of the warnings trigger you or might upset you, please don’t read this! this is the darkest (?) thing i’ve ever written;; i totally get it might be too much (or maybe you think i’m exaggerating^^) honestly as fun as it was to dabble, i think my strong suit is 100% pure fluff (TT) i’m not good w/ violence

At first it was embarrassing; the way he’d follow you around as if he were your shadow. You weren’t even dating, he’d asked you out and you’d turned him down, but it seemed like Ran didn’t really mind, still spending time with you as if the confession had never happened, and you wondered if he even heard you or remembered that day at all.

He still followed you around like a puppy whenever his brother was away, a tall, lanky, very intimidating puppy that wasn’t afraid of swinging his baton around if it felt threatened.

And you’d grown used to him, unfortunately. Your friends might even say you’d grown a crush on him, his persistence did make him kind of cute – you’ll admit – it’s flattering to have someone like the elder Haitani so interested in you when he could have basically all of Roppongi (if not Tokyo) at his fingers, but you didn’t know if you’d grown to like him. Not yet, at least.

There were many plus sides to having Ran around – that you’ll admit with no hesitation –, one of them being the fact he granted you scary dog privileges, meaning you could be less careful when you walked around the busy streets of Tokyo.

Plus, he was a nice guy, sure his humor walked between the macabre and sarcasm, leading you to often wonder when he was serious, but you’d be lying if you said you hated his company and learned to enjoy spending time with him, especially on your way home during late nights.

Maybe that’s why you were so genuinely shocked when a bunch of men cornered you outside of the convenience store during one of your impromptu visits, having grown so used to people like them cowering when they caught sight of the braided boy beside you that you had momentarily forgotten about how dangerous Tokyo could be at night, especially around areas like this.

It was meant to be a short trip, you’d go in and get your stuff, walk home and stay there until the next day, it’d take at most ten minutes, so why had almost twenty gone by and you were stuck petrified on a dark alleyway with a bunch of men much stronger than you cornering and taunting you, spending what felt like hours basking on the fact they were terrifying and harassing you.

You weren’t weak, but you were scared. It was late and you had nothing but a bunch of snacks (all soft, you note) and one ice cream container that was partially melted. You didn’t have money, you’d spent it all on your food, and they didn’t seem interested in taking away your midnight snacks, leaving you to assume the worst with no one around to assure you otherwise.

“Please,” you mumble, your gaze jumping around the alley in an attempt of finding some sort of escape, “I… I don’t have anything, I spent all my money already and… please, just let me go.”

“Ey, Hiro? Could ya’ make out anything?” A tall blond snickered, mocking your fearful tone, Hiro shakes his head, “For a second there I thought pipsqueak over here was tryin’ to say something!”

“Must have been the wind,” another one laughs, bending down beside your ear, “this one over here is a good one, right? They wouldn’t make a scene.”

You tune out their voices, their mocking words and jabs at your expense disgusted you, their words soon muffled by a harsh gust of wind and your unwillingness to continue hearing them.

These men scared you, they were taller than you, bigger than you, more aggressive, and you were sure you saw one taunt a knife at one of his friends at some point. And here they were, having the time of their lives making fun of you before doing who knows what. They’d been poking at you, blowing the smoke from their cheap cigarettes on your clothes, creeping close enough to you that the smell of their cologne clung onto your clothes and skin, making you wonder if any amount of soap would take away the smell.

In a last ditch attempt at convincing them to let you go, you raise your voice a bit higher, interrupting their stupid banter, “Just… let me go, I have nothing on me other than– hmph!”

You’re taken aback as one of the men grabs your wrist, you think he’s Hiro, you wince at the way his fingers pressed unneeded force onto your wrist, as his other hand grasps at your cheeks – squeezing your face. He looks annoyed, green eyes wild with unfiltered rage, he didn’t like to be interrupted, you guessed.

“Oi, bitch, can’t ya’ just –”

Just as he was about to continue, you heard a loud “thunk” from the entrance of the alleyway. Masqueraded as a tall figure with a metal baton in hand, Ran stood out against the dimly lit space almost looking like an angel.

All of the eyes that had been glaring at you now snapped at the oldest Haitani as he glared back at the group, at the sight of the delinquent, some of the men who’d been watching the scene ran away, others stayed intrigued by the appearance of the famed man.

“What is this?” He sneers, purple eyes blown wide in disgust as he eyes the man who was currently pinning you against the harsh brick wall.

“Ran…” You sigh, relief washes over you, your knees feel light as tears gather in your eyes.

“Ha, you two know each other?” One of the men asks, stepping away from you, “If you’d told us you were Haitani’s bitch then we- ukgh…”

He can’t finish his sentence before you hear a thud and see the man falling down onto the ground, you hear a gurgle leave his mouth before his eyes gloss over and shut, with a swift move Ran had knocked the man out with the metal weapon in his hand. This caused the remaining members to scramble to get away, but Ran didn’t seem to pay much mind, only focusing on the smaller group that had been surrounding you.

“What the hell man?” One of them asks, “We were about to let them go!”

“They’re definitely not worth a fight with a Haitani…” One whispers, nudging at his fallen friend.

“Y-yeah, s’ stop being a fucking brat and take them!” They all grunt in agreement, but make no move to actually release you.

“And if I wasn’t here, what would you have done?” He asks, eyes deadly as he looks around the men.

Silence follows and you think that this was the end, that they’d let you go and you’d be able to go back home. But soon, a blue-haired man attempts to charge at Ran, who swiftly hits his neck with one blow leaving the man to gasp and crumble to the ground, nursing his nape as he scrambles to leave the scene, the knife he’d been holding forgotten on the floor.

“I can’t even have fun doing this, isn’t that pathetic,” Ran muses to himself as he picks up the sharp object, “you,” he points the knife at Hiro, who’d been clawing at your hand and cheeks, his voice is cold as he talks, “let them go, I don’t want them to get hurt as I beat your ass.”

“Hah? Did ya’ not hear what we said? We’re letting yer bitch go!”

Ran only continues to stare him down, “You’ve really got balls, you know? I even feel bad for you.”

Purple eyes look around, out of the four men who’d been actively harassing you, only Hiro and the blond man remained untouched, for the time being.

“You’re lucky they’re here, if not,” Ran doesn’t even entertain a smile as he pokes at the man he’d previously knocked out, “I would’ve killed your sorry ass.”

He pockets the knife and prepares his baton once more, the blondie – who’d been closest to him – tries making a run for it but gets his stomach smashed in one blow and falls to his knees. Readjusting his grip, the oldest Haitani smacks him one more time on the head, not hard enough to kill but enough that his head falls loud enough that you’re sure it could be heard from a few streets away.

He doesn’t even blink as he kicks the body of the blue haired man as he makes his way towards you and Hiro.

“What’s wrong with you?” He asks, but he makes no move to let you go, his breath reeking of tobacco and cheap alcohol.

“You haven’t let them go,” Ran notes, his head tilting to the side as he eyes your aggressor up and down, “if it weren’t for me here, who knows what you would’ve done…”

A displeased look comes over his eyes, an idea seemingly forming in his mind causing his jaw to tighten in anger.

“We were only joking, right? Come on, tell him.” He nudged you, making you flinch and shut your eyes instinctively, you felt a few stray tears run down your cheeks; you stayed silent, only shutting your eyes harder as the grip on your hand tightened.

“I’m not.”

“Fucking bitch,” the man mumbles, he tightens his grip on your wrist causing you to yelp and Ran’s eyes to widen, “just take them.”

He peels himself off of you and shoves you into Ran’s chest without a care, you trip over one of the unconscious bodies but ultimately arrive into his arms. You were tired, so, so tired.

“Ran…” You mumble into his clothes, you feel useless and used, disgusted and disgusting, you could still smell the men in your skin and you wanted nothing more than to forget tonight ever happened – that you hadn’t almost met a, possibly, horrible fate. You shook as you thought about what could have happened to you, god… you felt so embarrassed at how useless you had been, but you were scared, those men had terrified you – you felt as if there was nothing you could do but accept your fate.

“[Name],” He reassured you, snapping you from your train of thoughts, his hand rubbing soothing circles on your back grounding you, “it’s okay, I’m here.”

It’s while you’re in his arms that the remaining man decides to make a run for it, his steps are coated with nervousness as he hurriedly stumbles away from the scene.

You feel Ran tense up as he runs past you two, but before he can tell you to stay there as he beats the leader of these idiots up, you hold him tighter: “Please… just stay here with me.”

You feel him let out a small chuckle, but he complies, letting his baton fall, he fully wraps his arms around your shaking frame as he takes a glance at Hiro’s fleeting form – making a mental note to remember his face and to question the bastards now lying on the floor.

“If that’s what my baby wants.” He whispers, nuzzling into your hair, “… I’m sorry for not being there for you.”

“It’s okay,” you mumble, your breath shaky, “you’re here now, you… you saved me, it’s okay.”

“You know I’ll find him, right?” He asks, probably sensing your uneasiness, his hands are still rubbing soothing circles on your back as if to further ground you, “And I’ll make him – all of them – pay, okay? Mhm, I’ll make them regret even looking your way.”

You nod but make no effort to remove yourself from his embrace.

“I’ll call Rindou to get someone to pick these guys up, I’ll take you home now.” Ran lets you know as he pulls away slightly, caressing your cheeks with his gloved hands, “So don’t worry, baby, I’ll take care of you.”

You lean into his touch, and maybe you’re too tired to filter yourself or have come to the realization you’d been putting on hold for weeks, but you find yourself muttering the words he’d longed to hear for months.

“Thanks, Ran,” you whisper, your eyes closed as you softly mumble, “guess this is why… I really like you.”

His hands stop their movement for a second, his eyes widen slightly before his features are overtaken by a smile, Ran could feel his heartbeat pick up at your words – the heat now rising to his cheeks serving as evidence to his giddiness, you had no idea how happy your words made him. His hands are shaking from excitement and it takes a lot of self control not to pick you up and kiss you or say something stupid that might make you take back your feelings, so instead he settles on simply holding you close.

“Ah,” he breathes out, trying to think about what to say, a small laugh escapes his lips as he tries to ground himself in reality, “I’m glad my hard work paid off, I knew you couldn’t resist my charms forever.”

You only laugh a little, too embarrassed by your own words to look him in the eye, you look at the bag you’d been holding onto all this time, “Want to come over? I have some extra food for you,” you raise the bag, “and I’d like to thank you.”

He smiles, violet eyes shining with adoration, as he takes the bag from you and holds your hand.

“If you really want to thank me, how about a date, hm?” He asks while he leads you away from the alley.

“… Okay,” You nod, giving his hand a tight squeeze, “but you pay!”

“Okay, okay,” he laughs, swinging both of your arms as you make your way back home, “I get to pay as long as I choose the place.”

“Hah… Aren’t you greedy, Haitani?” You tease, “I’m already going out with you, isn’t that enough?”

“Nope, I'll always want more if it’s you~” He winks at you, leaving you flustered as you try to make out what he meant.

By the time both of you arrive at your house, he asks you to head in first as he makes a call to his brother, giving him the directions of where the bodies were and what the man looked like. Both of them were well aware they’d spend the next day dealing with the pests that had been bothering you.

[the-martyrfication-of-the-matron]

I should probably get started on this one hc ask.

But.

Y’know.

I need to actually watch the series to do that one so here is just a ship hc post. (Part one at least)

^ @zach-the-mukuro-stan

There were a few different people requesting things. So I’ll dedicate a post per person.

Don’t be afraid to request more ships if you want to see them. Because honestly, I enjoy this.

Zoeymau

A ship that’s canon in my rewrite because… women.

Zoey is one of the only people that can do anything with Aphmau’s hair. Which is a combo of Aphmau not letting anyone near her hair and also no one knowing what to do with it. since her hair is one of the curliest out of the main cast (third, after Aaron and Lucinda).

When Aphmau overworks herself, Zoey basically carries her home. Because tall elf lady won’t let her teeny Saint gf get too tired.

Zoey sometimes puts little barrier magicks on her to keep her safe on her travels.

Aphmau writes little poems and stories and leaves them in Zoey’s room. Usually they’re romantic and include a very detailed description of a woman being inlove with an insanely tall Ed lady.

Levin calls them ‘tall mama’ and ‘small mama’ growing up. Which they also jokingly refer to eachother as.

Their relationship takes a hit after the 15 years but eventually, as Aphmau comes to terms with what happened, they start building it back up.

Zoey is pretty chill with Aphmau seeing other people alongside her. Elven society isn’t heavy on monogamy, and also Aphmau’s too stupid to understand what monogamy is and Zoey knows that. So. Y’know. She’s fine with Aphmau having her romances with the boys.

Aphmau makes little bracelets out of grass and daisys for Zoey because she can have little phases of not being great with her words. So they’re her way of saying she loves her.

Im still working out their MyS version since there’s no canon MyS interactions between them… so. I might have to make a separate post for that.

Travlyn

Also canon.

MCD: Katelyn gets freaked out by him sometimes. Especially his demon form. Because he just does things that are gross and creepy.

MCD: Katelyn sometimes kills small creatures for him so that he doesn’t have to kill them himself.

MCD: She’s the one that monitors what he eats, but she sometimes sneaks him snacks that the others wouldn’t approve of. She’s the only one allowed to give him snacks, though.

MCD/MyS: Travis loves cuddling up with her. He adores it. It’s his favourite thing to do. Especially when she lets him lay between her legs, because he usually has to lay beside her. So laying between her legs is a little treat.

MCD/MyS: he also likes having his head between her legs. Just a personal thing.

MCD/MyS: She’s the only person he’s ever truly been inlove with.

MCD/MyS: He let her tattoo him once. It didn’t go well, because she had no experience. But he loves the little squiggle on his arm despite the very painful experience of getting it.

MCD: Katelyn loves his horns. She likes grabbing them especially. Because they feel cool.

MCD: She helped him learn how to shapeshift. He can’t do much, even with her help, but he can do more than he could before her assistance.

MCD: Travis never really spoke about his childhood and stuff. So when Katelyn found his mother’s diary in his bag, and all the entries he made in it as a kid, pretending to be her, she started being really soft on him. It just made her realise that he had been through so much.

MCD/MyS: Travis has a hard time opening up about his problems. And so does Katelyn. But Katelyn insists he tells her what’s wrong because she know it’ll make him feel better.

MyS: Katelyn used to have a crush on Travis Pre-Transition, and she had no clue he was the same person when she saw him again after he transitioned. And so her crush on him like left. And he only learnt that in FCU. And she still didn’t know it was him at that point. So he was like crying inside.

MCD/MyS: When Travis has long hair, Katelyn likes to play with it.

MCD/MyS: He has called her mommy before.

Garrance

Also canon. In MyS at least. Because it’s part of the Quad (Aaron, Aphmau, Laurence and Garroth)

MCD: Garroth always tries to duel with Laurence to ‘get better’. But honestly there’s just something he enjoys about Laurence winning against him. Hopefully he’s just messed up and it’s not a weird sex thing.

MCD: During the time where Garroth was in the Irene dimension and the others weren’t, Laurence (someone who isn’t at all religious) would pray for him back every night before he slept.

MyS: Laurence is Garroth’s queer awakening. Because hot ginger Emo dudes are so his type.

MCD: Laurence is Garroth’s queer awakening. Because hot ginger flirty dudes are so his type.

MCD/MyS: Garroth asked out Cadenza once because he was into Laurence but couldn’t accept that he was queer, and, well, despite not being related, they look pretty similar.

She said no.

MCD: Laurence was sort of happy Aaron was dead. Partially because he hated Aaron. Mostly because he got his boyfriend back.

MyS: Zianna jokingly referred to Laurence as Garroth’s boyfriend for ages before she eventually realised that Garroth was into him. And then she called Laurence his husband. To be extra teasing.

MCD: Laurence would listen to Garroth’s heartbeat a lot. He did this with Aphmau too. It just made him feel better, I guess.

MyS: Laurence does like listening to Garroth and Aphmau’s heartbeats. But mostly because he just likes having his head on their chests. Because everyone in the polycule has fat boobs. And Laurence likes boobs.

MyS: Occasionally Laurence will dye his hair back to ginger. Since he knows Garroth likes it. He has been considering buying a wig but he’s sort of evaluated that it probably wouldn’t last very long. Because. Like… Garroth really likes ginger hair. Fukkin weirdo

MyS: Laurence’s family adores Garroth. Like they absolutely love him. Garroth’s family isn’t all the same with Laurence. But his mother is. So that’s enough

MCD: Garroth really respects Laurence. Like, deeply. He could never imagine doing anything disrespectful to him. Much to Laurence’s own upset. Since, well, Laurence is very much interested in Garroth’s doing disrespectful things to him.

MyS: the previous HC doesn’t apply. Garroth very much enjoys doing disrespectful things to Laurence. Especially when he’s ginger.

there wouldn’t be so many sex references in this if they weren’t complete manwhores in my rewrite. Like, Laurence we knew of already. But Garroth got sluttified majorly.

And we love him for it.

We really went from, ‘aw sweet’ to ‘aw sweet- he wants to what?’ To just ‘ he wants to what?’ And we love that transition.

It definitely has nothing to do with all of my male characters being absolute whores. I’m sorry. It’s the only way I know how to write them.