#HELL. art is hell i love it it’s killing me i wish i could put it down forever and also i’d rather die than stop drawing forever

[sucrate]

ASHE! ASHE!!!!

MUTUAL VIBE CHECK!!

Have been a time since we talked! I hope you're doing alright and having a good night/day!!

Just came to say 'hi' because you're a very special person to me! you were one of the first person I talked here on tumblr and I will never forget the funny little thing we would send each other. I wish we could go back to talking with one another someday, I really miss you!!

HI OMG HI OMG !!!! FOXY:-) TYSMM RAA ? ? ? I MISS U 2 WTF !!! tysm 4 this omggg im doing sooo well <- KILLED IN THE ACADEMICS . i hope ur doing well too >_< !!!!!

[snalsupremacy]

Why this is my favorite panel in hgsn

Hgsn has some incredible art and page composition, but out of the entire manga so far, to me this is the best panel of them all. Hell, this might be my favorite panel of any manga ever. (Note: Due to respecting the scanlator's wishes, I blanked out the dialogue and replaced all necessary dialogue with the official English source)

1- Build-up

Before I get to the panel itself, lets first talk about the pages before: For context, this is in chapter 2. Yoshiki has just found out about "Hikaru", and its trying to adjust to this new reality. As they walk from school to Yoshiki's house, Yoshiki asks him if he killed Hikaru. This is how the previous two pages look like:

Notice how the half shading effect is done in hatch marks. This is the first sign the all-black shading is a stylistic choice used to convey something.

Look at the balance the two pages form when you put them together: half white, half black, half black, half white. They compliment each other, both in color balance and in panel shape.

We have to turn the page to hear Hikaru's answer to Yoshiki's question. This gives the control of the narrative back to the viewer. This creates tension and build-up to it, it is a common tactic famously employed by Junji Ito in his famous "page-turner" moments where the viewer has to turn the page to see the monster. Except in this instance we are not revealing monsters, or are we?

2- The page

I'm not gonna get into too much detail on the page itself, I just want to point out the juxtaposition between the page composition of this page and the previous two. The last two were balanced and had all the panels closed while this one is much more liberal, bringing a feeling of unbalance, like something just shifted. I'd say the black and white balance is still there, with the Hikaru on white and Yoshiki on black panel side by side and all, which actually brings me to my next point:

3- Black and White

Honestly this could be an entire analysis post of itself, where do I even start?! Let's go from the very beginning. This is the very first time we learn of "Hikaru" :

Notice how the panel is colored black. In fact, throughout the story, we see black panels being spoken by "Hikaru", usually right before he does something unnatural:

And here are the only two instances we see of the Brain-snatcher's true form:

• He's literally a black blob, just like the text bubbles! And now combine that with Hikaru's white hair, and the fact his name means to be bright, and what's the brightest color but white, and there is a clear color symbolism going on:

Hikaru=White

"Hikaru"=Black

4-The Panel

And now we're back to the original panel! Taking all the other points in mind, we can analyze the panel itself

First, his expression. My G-d, his expression! His raised eyebrows and his squinted eyes, making his pupils way larger, make the expression seem almost childish and pitiful. But the half black-out face turns this pity look to an ominous one. Not being able to see the face or having your face obstructed is easy path into the uncanny valley, which I think is the case for this scene. Immediately 180 from "aww the poor guy" to "what is he hiding?"

The white panel says "I like you" while the black panel says "I'm crazy for you". HOWEVER, The white bubble is by the black side of his face and the black bubble is by the white side of his face. So which Hikaru is saying that? Is "Hikaru" crazy for Yoshiki, while Hikaru just liked him, or the other way around? Did the original Hikaru ever love Yoshiki, or is that the monster's feelings? Well we don't know! That's the premise of the whole manga! In one panel!

And that's why it's my favorite :)

[naamahdarling]

Two days ago and I was comfortable enough that this was the right choice that I was able to make the call to have Smooch put to sleep. I am sure now. I wish I weren't. It hurts to see him like this. The vet is out or I would move it forward. We could do the emergency vet but I literally do not think I could do it without our vet and my favorite nurse. That feels selfish but when she answered the phone yesterday the comfort was... astonishing.

I'm trying to prepare. I've been waiting for this for a long time, which is why it's bearable at all. I have entertainment, I have an art project to memorialize him ready to go for whenever I feel like it. I have plans to make a couple of keepsakes. But there's going to be a hole in my life so much bigger than his frail little body. It's the end of part of me. He has been there in my future for so long, thinking about not having him there is like vertigo, or a reverse haunting of some kind. It's a Wrongness, part of the world about to be unmade. He is genuinely part of my identity. I'm all these things that I consider core parts of me -- queer, funny, creative, curious, a little clever, loving, an artist, a survivor, my friends' friend, my blood sister's sister, my chosen sister's sibling, my father's daughter, my boyfriend's partner...and I'm Dried Pickle Man's person.

Here at home IRL and online, and everywhere I go, to almost anyone I speak to at all, I have been his human for 13 years and 27 days.

And that isn't enough apparently, because Sid, too, is slipping away. I...I don't know that we can save him, either. His digestive issues are keeping him from eating, we can't stop the flare, a feeding tube won't fix it, meds aren't helping him. He's losing weight very fast. Vet is at a loss. I usually have a pretty good idea of what to do next or what needs to happen. I have nothing for him. The specialist might know. How the hell do we keep affording it?

And Raleigh. Oh god. Raleigh. If we can't afford the surgery or if it fails. What do we do?

What if we lose all three?

What if my boyfriend loses BOTH his boys? Raleigh alone is going to devastate him. Not just sad, like ordinary grief, I mean I have never ever in my life seen an animal love a human this much.

He's already struggling with his depression and ADHD. He will suffer and there is nothing I can do to stop this all from happening. I can't dig into a hidden well of trying harder, I can't outsmart it. I can't comfort him by saying that it is hard but possible to influence this. I hate seeing him in pain.

And I'm scared for me. I am afraid it will just ruin him and I will lose him too, until and unless he can recover. And I already spend so much time alone. Even my art is...gone. Too painful. Writing isn't really possible, either. My body barely feels like mine these days. I have so fucking little to hang on to. My cats are one of the last things I have of myself. One of the only good things I have in my day to day life.

It's all an absolutely terrifying cascade. Unlike a lot of situations where I'm scared of the future, this isn't me afraid of unlikely scenarios that are several crises away. This is very real. And I'm usually not scared for my boyfriend like this.

It won't kill us. You can come back from something like this, probably, I know people survive much worse and I'm bombarded with reminders of that a dozen times a day. But it can take such a long time to come back, and...sometimes you just...Come Back Wrong.

I'm not often genuinely completely helpless. I am helpless now.

[writteninlunarlight-years]

Hiya! Could you do a one-shot of Alastor x fem! reader who is like Art the clown (from the terrifier movies, all hallows eve and the ninth circle)?

Perhaps they met when Alastor first got to hell and reader wanted to kill him at first but due to his old fashioned ways (the courting and such) along with him being quite sadistic when it comes to killing, she became more curious about him and it led to a relationship?

How would their relationship be? Would it become more of a one sided thing? Would she try to harm him after he comes back from his seven year absence? I’d love to see your interpretation on this!

~ 🕷️

Terrify Me~

(Anon, I promise I did not forget you! I have never seen these movies and call myself a horror fanatic! So I watched them all as I had the time to try and be better at this writing! I hope you enjoy and stay hydrated!) TW: Torture, Death, assault, Suggestive, Sad, Comfort

Hell was far more entertaining than back up on the earth, though yes, it sucked dying to those damn cops. This was where it was at. You had free reign to torture and torment those around you; the good deal was that people didn’t die permanently as long as you used the right tools. This led to such an easy time finding prey to stalk. It also allowed you to develop incredible powers as people begged and pleaded with you for deals on being free from torment. 

You were a terrifying creature, a black-and-white marionette doll with no voice box. Your movements and attention to detail got you through your life in hell. You were sadistic and cruel to whoever became your prey for the time you spent stalking them, hunting them, and slowly driving your enemy mad. You were so good at the job that people recognized you as an Overlord before even discussing it with you. Of course, who would dare get in your line of sight less you make them the next target? 

You didn’t care about hell’s silly hierarchy or games; you only cared about getting your fill. Your mind was on the prize of listening to beautiful screams and cries. Like a masterful puppet pulling strings, your looks did not portray your abilities all that well. You may have looked like the prey, but you were the top predator. You were deadly, mind, body, and soul.

Years had passed of your reign as the queen of torture till a new man arrived on the scene. Alastor, the radio demon, died not too long after your rise to fame and began to make waves in the underworld as he broadcasted screams of the damned and tortured. His show quickly became one of your favorites, and you would play it as you killed and murdered innocent demonic souls, hoping to make a deal with you for safety. 

Eventually, though, your love and passion for the radio demon's show turned to disgust and hate as he began to take your place in the world of torturing the damned. You had found a new prey to stalk, and it was someone who was equally matched. 

Your stalk began small, with just hushed whispers and knowledge of the man you wished to end. You found photos and some video of him, but it was grainy and distorted. He was a handsome man. He would be so beautiful strung up. As you thought of many ways to torture and abuse him, the next phase of your plan was in order.

Though you were an ‘overlord,’ you never attended meetings. However, you did start when it came to hunting Alastor. Watching his every move and emotion, you saw he was good at mimicking and faking just like you. Yet you had to say you were just that much better at it. When you two first officially met, you could visibly see the disdain on his face when you couldn’t speak. Like many powerful beings, Alastor puts weight on words, something you have no control over, always giving you the upper hand. 

You found every excuse to be around and speak to the man. Eager to move on to stage three of your plan to capture and torment this soul. Actively seeking Alastor out, you began to carry a notepad to speak with him. Small conversations that would sometimes run long. You enjoyed his voice, at least. You thought it would sound lovely, screaming in pain and agony. 

Though you had these sick, twisted thoughts about Alastor, you couldn’t help but be curious about the other feelings he elicited. You wanted to hear him sing, watch him smile, and enjoy his murder. His many good qualities interested you even more. You even sought medical help in the man before you as you didn’t understand these stirrings you had around him and him alone.

As the final plan commenced where you would capture and torture him, you were caught off guard by a single black rose being placed before you. Looking at it and holding it gently, you felt your undead heart flutter. This situation happened many times over and over.

You would go to kill or capture Alastor, and right there, every time you would execute your plan, he would have a trinket or doo dad for you to keep as your own. He began to touch you gently, shoulders, face, sides. Things started to shift in you; you were being courted, and it wasn’t until you experienced this love that you realized it happened: Alastor had you under his spell. 

Your plans of killing Alastor were long gone; now, you just wanted to have the joy of torturing others together. Come a year of your stupid game; you were now officially Alastor's partner in crime. It was charming how he always let you get the first stab and helped you stalk and scare others. He even taught you how to cook and kill the dead sinners. Things were well between you two, so well that domestic life began to become a norm for two sadistic sinners. Yet it all changed one day suddenly. You had been out on a kill someone you and Alastor had stalked for months. However, when you returned covered in blood and a dead body in tow, Alastor was nowhere to be found. You waited a year in that small home you two made, and he never appeared.

After seven long years, you returned to the top of the food chain; you were vicious and cold-hearted. Bloodthirsty. You allowed yourself to be blindsided by a man who couldn’t even say goodbye. Anger consumed you as the years passed, and you became known as the terrifier. You were deadly on a much larger scale than your first time on the scene. You were always longing for Alastor just to come back home. You were longing openly to all that you would kill him and make him pay.

While on the town killing, you heard a familiar buzz. Your blood ran cold as the familiar sound flooded your senses. Running to the old home, you two shared the life long forgotten: you hoped so badly to see him standing there as he once did. Would you kill him? Let him live? Fall into his arms again?

As you entered the house, he wasn’t there. It was still empty, still intact, the same as you left it six years ago. Sighing, you left and walked to the nearest brothel to kill some easy dirtbags. That's when you saw the shadow. Was this a game? Some sick, twisted game to make you think Alastor had come back for you.

Following the shadow, you grew more rabid and curious. Eventually, you found yourself atop a hill where the Hazbin Hotel sat. Walking in, it was silent; it was late at night, and you assumed everyone was asleep. Stepping further into the forbidden territory, you looked around cautiously. It was homey and bright, too bright for your liking, yet some of the decor looked like what you saw in your old home with Alastor.

You felt the presence before you heard it, and suddenly, a bright smile overtook your face. He was here; he was back. Seeing before you Alastor, the radio demon, your lost love, you took a step towards him, afraid it was fake. You don’t know what emotion overtook you the most. You wanted to tear him apart, yet seeing him there, everything felt so surreal. His smile, for once, was authentic, and as he opened his arms out for you and you rushed in, you heard the faintest, “Oh, how you still terrify me…”

[lavendermunson]

mistletoe - steve harrington

day 13 of leia’s christmas tree farm

cw FLUFF. mentions of steve’s mental health. henderson!reader. preestablished relationship

Steve isn’t a pretty big fan of the holidays because he doesn’t spend the night like the others. His mom pays someone to make dinner for her, she gets them out of the plastic containers and places them in expensive personalized dinnerware. His dad buys expensive whiskey and finishes the bottle in a couple of minutes along his friends.

He has grown to believe Christmas is just a holiday about showing off. Giving expensive gifts and seeing people use them for three days just to bury them at the bottom of their dressers.

That’s something his parents always did, brag about money and big houses instead of having a good time. He thought he deserved this, a life so soulless and unkind.

When he met Dustin, your mom, and you his whole world changed. He fell for you so hard, risking all for you and making sure you were always happy. You do the same for him, you always do.

You are his safe place.

It’s Christmas Eve. His family is having dinner with his dad’s colleagues and his mom’s loud best friends. He hates this, he hates that he has to put on a fake smile on his face while he feels miserable.

Steve wishes you could be by his side, but he couldn’t put you through this. His dad will ignore you and try to set him up with someone else. He knows his mom would love you but eventually side with him because that’s the way their relationship works.

Their marriage is stupid.

His parents are stupid.

This day is so stupid.

Surrounded by the stiffness of his room, looking at the pictures of him with you and the friend group. He feels like he could cry, he wants a good Christmas Eve just for once. He misses you all so much.

His head is heavy and his vision is blurry. He sits on the edge of his bed, tapping his foot against the carpeted floor and preparing himself for the night.

Then he hears a knock on his window. It’s you. Like he summoned you. His heart skips a beat when he sees your face, you are all dressed in black.

“What are you doing? My parents are here!”

“We are here to steal you, like a precious piece of art from a museum!”

He laughs, looking at you.

“I can’t, honey. I can’t leave, they are going to kill me!”

“They won’t because…” you hold your index finger in the air, waiting for your sign to escape. When you hear Steve’s mom scream you take his hand in yours, pulling him to you. “Your house is infested with cockroaches”

“What do you mean?”

“I’ll explain in a bit, let’s go”

You take a step back from the roof, Steve is impressed to see you climb his house for him knowing how difficult it is for him to get to your window. He escapes from his own room, his hands gripping the window frame as he gets out quietly.

When you get off the roof, you hold his hand in yours running with him towards your car. He opens the passenger door and sits down excited, ready to escape this hell of a house.

He did it. He is out, he is with you. The cold breeze hits his cheeks, he feels calm for the first time since he woke up.

“Dustin! Hurry” you scream at your little brother, he holds an empty box as he runs to meet you.

“Mission accomplished!”

Both of you join Steve in the car, you are quick to drive away from his house before their parents catch you. He misses his mom telling him not to come downstairs.

“You guys are crazy,” he says, anxiety slowly disappears as he rubs his abdomen. He looks back, noticing how his house disappears from his vision. “When did you come up with this plan?”

“Today” you answer, eyes focused on the road as you speed up to get to your house quickly.

“And why are you both dressed in black?”

“It’s our steal-a-museum outfit,” Dustin says, feeling Steve’s eyes glaring at him “It was her idea!”

“I couldn’t leave you there, I spent all day trying to come up with something for you to spend Christmas with me”

“Thank you, honey”

“And your parents freaked out when they saw the cockroaches, it was hilarious!” Dustin says, getting out of the car when you finally get home. Safely and with Steve by your side.

Steve holds your hand as you walk to your house, his fingers interlock with yours and he leans to the side, kissing your cheek before pushing the door open.

After opening the door, he sees a crowd of people cheering and screaming. Your mom, Robin, Eddie, Nancy, Jonathan, and all of his kids are there.

Steve smiles brightly, feeling his cheeks warm as well as his heart. Everyone comes up to him, hugs him, and welcomes him before they follow Dustin, who cannot stop laughing as he tells the story of how they got Steve here.

Your mom gets close to him, hugging him tightly.

“We are happy you are home,” she says. Steve holds back his tears, home. He finally feels like he has a home.

“Thank you, Mrs. Henderson” he smiles at her, his chest heaving up and down from the excitement. “I’m surprised you were okay with this plan”

“Oh Steve, who do you think got that box of cockroaches!” she laughs and you join her, both looking so happy that he is here. How is it possible? He feels like he is dreaming. It’s all just too good to be true. “I’ll leave you guys, you are under the mistletoe”

You look up at the branch of mistletoe that wasn’t there before you left the house. Steve looks at it too, then he wraps your waist with his arms pulling you to his chest.

“Thank you, baby”

“Don’t. It’s the least I could do, they are going home at ten but you are staying here with me”

“I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. I love you, honey”

“I love you too, baby”

You cup his cheeks in your hands, the feeling of your soft fingertips makes Steve melt. Pressing your lips against his, he feels in heaven.

He feels you, he tastes you.

The one who saved him from one of the worst nights of his life, he owes you everything.

His head falls to the side as you tangle your fingers in his hair. It makes Steve moan softly, feeling all his body warm and bubbly.

You spend the night together. Sharing jokes, laughing at Dustin’s stories, and drinking. He only gets more excited because he gets to sleep with you, maybe thank you for what you did, and wake up on Christmas to open his presents.

reblog to support your creators! comments are appreciated !! ♡ thank you for following my christmas event, your support means so much to me 🎄

[songmingisthighs]

Asmodeus

February Filth Fest - 7; demon fucking, somnophilia

group : ateez

pairing : demon!yeosang × reader

genre : smut, horror ?, fantasy

word count : 4.3 k

warning : mdni, smut; piv, fucking with a demon, somnophilia, oral (f receiving), dark themes, obsession ??, corruption ??, choking (sexy choking, not welcome to your funeral choking), breeding, risk play (pregnancy), squirting

a/n : i was so confused about what to write for yeosang's fff because initially i wanted to do smth like toys but idk it didn't really resonate with me ?? like for some reason i thought i could pick something more adventurous for yeosang. @rdiamond2727 said tentacle hentai (specifically the kraken seonghwa killed in symphony no.9) and i said go the fuck to hell

buy me coffee ?

You woke up with a jolt in cold sweats again.

A feeling of terror crawled up your skin as you coughed, throat feeling dry. Your eyes frantically looked around your dark room, trying to see if there was anything out of the ordinary but also wishing you wouldn't see anything popping up or out anywhere.

You've been waking up like that quite a lot of times this past two weeks and always in fear. But the thing is, you don't know what exactly it was you were afraid of. You had never had provlems sleeping in your room, it was your nest, you loved it so much. But lately it felt like something was in your room with you.

"I must be going crazy," muttering to yourself, you reached for your glass of water and gulped it down in an attempt to calm yourself down before going back to sleep. After putting your glass down on the nightstand, you scanned your room one more time, still feeling uneasy as if something was lurking but your eyes couldn't find anything (thankfully). So you simply laid back down on your bed and closed your eyes, letting sleep take you once again.

In your dream, you met the man that has beem visiting you in your subconscious plane. He was beautiful, dark hair, pale skin, and a birthmark under one of his eyes. He was mesmerizing and he was looking at you with so much affection. The beauty of the meadow was nothing compared to him. He was truly an art.

You walked closer to him and he reached out both hands for you to take, a gentle smile on his face as he brushed away a piece of hair from your face. "I've been wanting to ask if you wanted to be with me," he said with his deep, honey-like voice that made your knees almost buckled. Your hands automatically found purchase on his shoulders, pulling him close to you so that your faces were merely inches apart. "Of course I wanted to be with you," you said as you leaned close to connect your lips with his. Just as your lips were about to touch, you vividly felt the man's hands gripping you tightly, pulling you flush against him with one hand tucked around your back and the other holding your leg on the side of his hips. You let out a shuddered breath when you felt the outline of his very hard cock pressing against your core, the hard appendage putting pressure on your clit just right. "Is this you telling me that you're giving me permission to make you mine? To take you however I please?" He confirmed, lips now grazing each other oh so teasingly and you couldn't help but squeaked out a 'yes!' and practically pounced on the man. Your lips melding as your bodies tangled on the ground. "Take me, Yeosang," you moaned into his lips, not realizing that your subconscious rendez-vous was making your physical body aroused.

Just as your consciousness drifted away, a figure stepped out of the shadows.

"Finally," the man breathed out shakily, taking a step closer towards your body that was laying down on your bed. Yeosang tugged his robe off, letting it pool on the floor.l to reveal his bare chest and low-hanging black trousers. Yeosang carefully climbed onto the bed, positioning his knees on either sides of your foot so he could tower over you. "You're mine, completely mine to use," he stated to himself, fingers clutching onto your blanket and tugging it off of you slowly as if he was doing a dramatic reveal of your body even to himself. Yeosang couldn't help but let out a shaky exhale when he was able to take your figure wholly and now with the chance of physically touching it.

Asmodeus was his demonic name but he hated it. He hated how people only see him as the Prince of Lust by calling him Asmodeus. So when he first visited your dream, unable to resist your sweet temptation, he was so close to devouring your subconscious form when you smiled happily and called him Yeosang. The innocence of your action and voice ironically caused his cock to twitch in his pants and ever since then, he made it his mission to have you give yourself to him and he will be patient. No matter how easily he could've just struck fear in you and forced you to surrender yourself to him, he didn't want that. For the first time ever, he wanted your devotion, he wanted your whole being and while it might have stemmed from him wanting to absolutely ruin you, the last thing he wanted was to actually destroy you.

With a gentle touch, Yeosang hooked his fingers on your sleep shorts and panties slowly. His adam's apple bobbed when he swallowed the lump in his throat as a string of slick appeared between your pussy and your cotton panties. It was almost immediate, but his resolve faltered and before he realized what he was doing, he was burying his face between your legs. It was hard for Yeosang to not just devour you completely, when his tongue dipped between your folds and he tasted you for the first time, his hands tightened on the flesh of your upper thighs in a vice as his hips rutted on your bed, seeking friction. A guttural groan escaped Yeosang's mouth and it sent vibrations straight to your cunt causing your body to involuntarily shift. Yeosang watched in delight when your legs spread wider open for him as your hips ground against his face. Your reaction served as a great motivator for Yeosang as he spread open your pussy lips with his thumbs and let his tongue flick your clit before dragging it down to dip at your hole. "Fuck," he moaned when he delivered a particularly harsh flick to your nub that made your hips jolted slightly.

Slowly, you regained consciousness. You didn't remember much but yoh remembered dreaming about Yeosang, about kissing him. Initially you thought that you woke up due to fearing something again as it was the only reason you could think of. But as yoh regained your consciousness, you suddenly felt a warm sensation creeping from your core and spreading to your whole body. The warmth was soon followed by pleasure as you began to realize that your room was filled with squelching sounds and that someone was between your legs, eating you out with tongue long and firm. Despite your confused state, you tried sitting up slightly to take a look but a hand shot up to hold you down by your stomach, causing you to gasp in surprise.

But it seemed like your surprise came too early because when you saw Yeosang lifting his head up from between your legs with a smirk on his face and chin wet with your arousal, you almost scrambled away. Of course, Yeosang wouldn't let you go so easily, his grip was like a vice on you.

"Hello there, good for you to finally join me," he chuckled darkly. Your body froze in fear but at the same time, you couldn't help but clench at how sexy he looked. "Yeosang," you breathed out shakily, managing to call his name as you immediately recognized him. It was surreal because you were sure he was just a fragment of your imagination and nothing more. But when Yeosang groaned and accidentally humped on your leg as you called out his name, you couldn't deny that you found that so incredibly hot of him and it turned you on. "I've been waiting for this for a long time," he breathed out as he slowly crawled up your body, revealing his milky white skin, his smooth pecs, and strong, bulging arms, it felt as if he was a predator and you're his prey, you felt small and intimidated just from the way his eyes were focused on you yet you couldn't help but get even wetter. "I'm so happy that you were willing to give yourself to me," his face was right on top of yours and his cold hand softly cupped your face. You could feel your heart beating out of your chest but you couldn't tell if it was from fear or arousal whichever it was, your legs instinctively snapped shut and it was only then you fully realized how wet you were, "Now, I'm making you mine," he said before crashing his lips on you.

You were caught by surprise, the impact sent you reeling back further into your pillow. While Yeosang's movements were both harsh and rash, his lips were soft and his touch was gentle on you. "What are you?" you asked, whispering against his lips in between kisses. Yeosang chuckled at your question, his lips slowly trailing down the side of your neck down to your collarbones, "I'm... the man of your dreams," you yelped when Yeosang bit into your shoulder in a teasing manner. Not satisfied with his answer, you whined and tried to push him off of you so you could look at him better. Yeosang's stomach churned and his hips twitched slightly when he saw you looking up at him with your bottom lip jutted forward and eyes glazed from sleep and confusion, "That didn't answer my question," your voice was small and low as if you were afraid to complain to him. And to be frank, if Yeosang were to focus on your scent, he could actually smell the fear out of you. But above that, your arousal is more prominent. When the scent hit his nose, his tongue tingled with your taste and he knew he had to make you his soon or else he'd go crazy.

So Yeosang pulled himself off of you momentarily, crawling backwards slightly to create space between you two (much to your disappointment). "I, my dear," you were suddenly pulled by both of your legs closer to him, your head left your pillow and instead resting directly on your sheets, "Am Asmodeus, Prince of Lust," with gentle, almost memory-engraving movements, Yeosang placed your legs on either side of him, "But to you," in a swift movement, he stuck two fingers inside you, causing you to let out a cry, "I am your King, Yeosang."

It was obvious that Yeosang was experienced and it wasn't just because he is the Prince of Lust, but it was because he seemed to know a great deal about how to make you weak without even trying. As one of his hands was preoccupied with pleasuring you, his free hand started taking himself out of the confines of his pants. You didn't even realize what he was doing until you felt him moving around under you as he was taking his pants off with one hand. Yeosang was barely pulling his pants down when you took ahold of the hand that was fingering you, surprising him. "Let me," you said, sounding a little braver now.

Tension filled the room, waiting for what to happen next. Slowly, you sat up the same time Yeosang pulled his fingers out of you which effectively made you feel empty but you decided that that didn't matter compared to what was anticipating you. Seeing you sitting up slightly, Yeosang stood on his knees towering over you with his bulky build. Your hands shook slightly as you reached for him, obviously intimidated because if what he said was true, then he was not a human being and you didn't even want to know what would happen if you fucked up. Little did you know, Yeosang could never think that you fucked something up, he absolutely worshipped the ground you walked on and it might sound weird especially since he was a demon and you were merely a mortal (or perishable according to his brother, Wooyoung), but the fact that you were so fragile was what made him so drawn to you in the first place.

"Don't be afraid," Your movements halted and your eyes snapped up to look at Yeosang, surprise on your face. "I'm as much as yours as you are mine," a shaky breath left your lips when Yeosang cupped your face in his big hands, his thumb gently caressing your bottom lip to soothe you. His words served as a great motivator for you as your movements became more sure. When your hands made contact with Yeosang's hips, he visibly shuddered and you couldn't believe how absolutely breathtaking he looked when his orbs turned from golden to red and how his milky white chest expanded when he took a breath. Nothing, though, nothing prepared you for the surprise that welcomed you when you pulled his trousers down and his cock sprung free, slapping his stomach with its tip angry red and leaking precum. He was massive, to say the least, hands down the biggest you've ever seen be it in real life or porn and you just know he knows how to use it. You had never felt attraction towards penises before as realistically speaking, it's still a penis and it's still weird looking but somehow when you saw Yeosang's, you just know you want it in your mouth.

"You're drooling," Yeosang chuckled. You blushed and swallowed the saliva that was accumulating in your mouth, embarrassed that Yeosang had caught you staring at his dick and getting so hungry over it. Though, he found it endearing, adorable even. He brought your face up to him, sealing your lips with a passionate kiss momentarily before detaching himself, "I know you want to have me in your mouth, but I'm claiming you first, okay?" he smiled.

In a flash, you couldn't even comprehend how it happened, but Yeosang had flipped you back onto your bed. You landed rather harshly so you were grateful for the cushioning. As you tried to make sense of the new position, Yeosang took his trousers completely off (allowing his cock to bounce and bob heavily with his every movement) and threw them somewhere he couldn't care for at that moment. He grabbed your right leg and placed it on his left shoulder, his lips trailing kisses from your calf to your ankle with his eyes closed, savouring the moment for himself as his other hand pulled your left leg to circle his taut waist. In this position, you could feel his bare cock pressing on your thigh and you surprised yourself when your back arched and hips rolled to have him graze against your cunt. "I've been waiting to have your body for so long, I fear I may not be able to hold myself back," he warned, eyes turning mockingly pitiful. You let out a whine when he bit the skin of your leg with his sharp canines though the pain merely made you clench your wet pussy. "Then don't hold back," you stated.

You could almost hear a switch being flicked in Yeosang as his grip tightened, on you and without doing much more than shifting his hips, he shoved himself halfway into your cunt without proper warning. If you think he was massive, now you DEFINITELY know that he was based on the aching pain in your cunt. It's not an exaggeration to say that it kind of felt like you were losing your virginity once again. So for the sake of the argument, let's just say you were losing your virginity whereas your virginity referred to being fucked by beings other than humans. "Fuck," you whimpered as tears dropped from your eyes when you squeezed them shut, the pain was rather too much for you as you didn't anticipate that it would be that bad. "You thought you could take me easily, didn't you, my ambitious little vixen?" Yeosang chuckled darkly, completely giddy from seeing your reaction to him. Your thighs shook when he tried to push in deeper and your body reeled backwards slightly, moving on its own to create a slight gap. "The pain will be over soon, I promise. I have to mould your little pussy with my cock first, okay? Can you hold on?" he asked, still in a mocking tone but his hands were caressing your legs as if to distract you from the pain he was inflicting. You know you could take him all in, you just needed time and put your trust in him. You wanted to answer but you found yourself unable to let noises out other than whimpers and cries so you simply nodded frantically to him.

It was rather torturous when Yeosang started moving, he pulled back first before pushing in slightly deeper than he had entered before. It was a tactic to make sure you both could progress without waiting too long. Because it was also torturous for Yeosang to pace himself and not just fuck you into oblivion especially when your cunt was gripping on him so tight and you felt so warm and you just looked so ethereal whilst taking his cock. You tried your best not to trash around and risk adding more pain to yourself, so to distract yourself, you held onto Yeosang's right hand on your left thigh as the other clenched onto your sheets. It was obvious that you didn't know how much you affected Yeosang as his muscles stiffened when he felt your hand reaching for him in an attempt to seek comfort. He was a demon for fuck's sake, what kind of a depraved human seeks comfort from a demon whose cock is fucking them? The best kind apparently. His.

The touch caused Yeosang to involuntarily thrust slightly deeper than he had intended and you could feel more pain than before. You yelped as more tears escaped from your clenched eyes and while it should've worried Yeosang, he only found you more beautiful as when you opened your eyes, they seemed like they were glittering.

Slowly, with every slow thrust Yeosang delivered, you felt yourself relaxing more and more and you felt your pleasure building soon you found your whimpers turning into moans and your cunt seeking more of him by grinding up. Yeosang smirked at the blatant display of need, it stroked his ego to see that you wanted him just as much (maybe slightly less, he assumed) as he wanted you. So he began thrusting harder. Your sopping cunt made obscene squelching noises each time he entered you, it was like you were sucking him in rather than him entering you and it felt amazing. The more you moaned, the more assured Yeosang became that you had gotten used to his dick inside you. "Shit, you're making it hard for me to control myself," Yeosang groaned as he started thrusting faster whilst simultaneously pressing his body onto you, widening your legs for him so he could press himself impossibly closer to you, effectively pushing the rest of him inside.

It wasn't until his cock was wholly inside you that you realized how thick and heavy it actually was. Your eyes rolled back into their sockets as your back arched, allowing the shirt you were still wearing to slip, revealing your bare breasts to Yeosang whom at the reveal simply wanted to suckle on them until they were raw. Your first orgasm came crashing down on you so abruptly, you hadn't had the chance to even realize you were cumming. Thighs shaking, hips rolling, and jaw slacking, it was like an opera to Yeosang who was transfixed at how you came from simply him filling you up. Although, the cherry on top was when you yelled out his name as your unravelled. No, you didn't use the name you gave him, the name that he held so preciously in his heart, but you called him Asmodeus. Never would Yeosang think that he'd love his name once again or even like his demon name as it was always tied to negativity and scrutiny. But the moment you called out to his demonic side, the moment you used it in a state of euphoria and pleasure, it felt like he was about to ascend to heaven. Which is both ironic and impossible.

The little bit of control left Yeosang's body seeing you come hard like that and before he could stop himself, he was pistoning his cock inside your sloppy cunt. You were barely done with your high when your core began buzzing with overstimulation. "Fuck!" Profanities started spitting out of your mouth when Yeosang shifted again, this time folding you in half, your right leg still on his left shoulder as his hands framed you on either side of your head. "You know," a powerfully thrust was delivered to your cunt so hard you could feel his balls slapping your ass, "I've never thanked you for giving me a name that I actually love," he smirked, pecking your lips gently, a complete 180 to they utter savage treatment he was giving your cunt. You wanted to ask him what he meant by that, but he took your breath away (almost literally) when he folded both of your legs into your chest, his hands were placed on your knees as he towered over your bunched-up body yet again. His muscles flexed with every move and the moonlight was shining onto him so that you could see how angelic he looked even in such a position. You had your reservations about deities before, but Yeosang confirmed that he truly was the offspring of fallen angels because nothing would explain his beauty.

"As a thank you, how about I breed your greedy cunt and give you my babies?"

Words meant nothing as they almost fell on deaf ears from your overstimulation. What Yeosang said was barely computed in your brain when he resumed in abusing your pussy, now with a goal in mind. "Can I?" He managed out in between animalistic thrusts, "That way you'll be mine forever." You thought you had reached your maximum level of arousal but Yeosang's little suggestion pushed you over the edge and you felt like you were about to pop then and there. "Yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck, bind me to you forever Yeosang- Shit! Make me yours!" You cried out pathetically as your hands shot out, not realizing that you had grabbed his shoulder and his throat.

Yeosang's eyes darkened at your action, he could easily assume that you didn't even realize what you were doing like maybe it was just a one-time reflex, but to say that Yeosang didn't immediately notice that you had the potential of getting into some of the harder things he liked to do. And when you squeezed his neck in a response to him making your pussy feel so good, Yeosang's eyes rolled back and his hips stuttered slightly, almost halting due to the pleasure of having the oxygen minimalized from his lungs. Inadvertently, Yeosang pressed his own hands onto you which allowed you to experience the shortening of breath that Yeosang was experiencing.

Everything started to become too much. The animalistic pace, Yeosang's massive cock, the pressure on your body, and the lack of oxygen. Once again you found yourself getting close to climaxing, you could feel it at the very edge as adrenaline rushed straight to your head in anticipation of releasing again. Suddenly, you felt vibrations in your hand and it brought your focus to Yeosang who was growling. The hand that was gripping his neck was tightening so much that your fingernails dug into his smooth skin, red started surrounding the area and you even noticed some started to form wounds. "You're really trying to make me love you even more, aren't you?" Yeosang scoffed teasingly, making you realize that he actually liked you being rough with him.

All of a sudden your body froze, muscles tensing and your form growing rigid, your hands now gripping onto Yeosang incredibly hard that Yeosang verbally choked. Your brain felt fuzzy and you swore you blacked out momentarily when you came with a cry that fell deaf on your own ears. With Yeosang pressing onto your lower body, you started squirting, drenching Yeosang's toned stomach and lower region along with your sheets. It was the feeling of your juice splashing on him that made Yeosang came inside you as he promised. His eyes snapped shut as he enjoyed the feeling of you being filled by him, your juices mixing together inside you. His eyebrows furrowed as his eyes snapped shut, overwhelmed with the feeling of his cum endlessly filling you up to the point that he felt like it was resisting him slightly, trying to push his cock out of your warm cunt. While to you it simply meant that Yeosang came inside you and depending on demon biology it meant there's a chance you might get pregnant, for Yeosang, it meant that if any demons were to get close to you, they'll notice his scent on you and back off.

It took a while, but your limbs soon fell limp to your sides when Yeosang released you from his position by standing straight, still not wanting to pull out of you yet. You had passed out from the activity, your shirt sweaty and your chest rising and dropping slowly while your limbs were unmoving. Yeosang couldn't help but chuckle to himself, proud that he had picked the right person to claim but also proud of you that you were able to stand so long. His hand gently caressed your face, pushing some stray strands of hair away so he could admire your beauty wholly and when you nuzzled your cheek into his touch, he couldn't help but completely melt and fawn over you.

Now, how can he convince you to let him put his mark on you?

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Annette (the original Sparks pre-movie 2013 version)

I've been waiting for this to be released since my early days as a fan! I've not seen enough hype about it out there and I think that is because there's not been a lot of info about this to put things into context for newer fans. So let me remedy this!! (I know they've added some more info in the newsletter but I don't know if everyone gets that.)

At the end of the THOM era Sparks started teasing us about "the new album", which would be in a similar format to Bergman as it was also a full story in audio format. They were fully intent on touring it as a 3-people live theatrical performance with them + Rebecca Sjöwall performing the roles. (They would've liked to tour Bergman as a live performance as well, but logistically that wouldn't work so they were excited about this.) … And then we stopped hearing about it. Until the first news about the film came out!

I've seen people refer to this as a demo or even a mockup album (?), but let me set the record straight: what we have here is the FINISHED Sparks album for Annette! This is what would have been the new album in 2013, the original story for Annette, exactly how Sparks themselves created it (before the film collaboration with Leos Carax). For the film some things were changed, for example I think Carax said that a lot of the irony and humour wouldn't work in a film so that aspect of it was mostly taken out. AND NOW WE GET THE VERSION WITH THAT IN IT! I kid you not I had to be one the phone with a friend to yell about it for 2 hours straight, this is one of the most exciting things to happen!!! (Also, Annette being a literal singing pram? R&R remain the funniest guys alive - this is SO GOOD! I'm so hyped about the beautiful art by Galen Johnson, too! (Who also did the art for the THOM era, and was one of the directors for some music videos over the last few years.))

What we get with this release is Russell as Henry McHenry (and believe me, YOU WANT TO HEAR RUSSELL PERFORM AS AN EVIL GUY), Ron as the conductor as well as some other voices (RON ON VOCALS, THIS IS NOT A DRILL!), and the wonderful vocal performances by Rebecca Sjöwall as Ann/Annette (she was the Hollywood starlet on Bergman and she also sang on Life With The Macbeths - a highly relevant song in reference to this release we're getting, I think, "each murder the ratings soar"). I am a huge fan of the Bergman album, but I'll be very honest and say that while I love their choice of accurate voices to tell the story - the most beautiful voices out there are Ron & Russell's and that's the only thing that might have made me love the sound of The Seduction Of Ingmar Bergman more. And now we're getting that! This is them taking on the roles of the characters they wrote! I love it when they're acting, because honestly they are really really great at it!

[SPOILERS IN THIS PARAGRAPH] Russell Mael - looks like a cinnamon, can actually kill you - will be committing murders, Ron - looks like he could kill you, actual cinnamon roll - will once again not get the girl as the guy portrayed by his brother takes her away from him in more ways than one. (Fuck I still so wish I could've seen this on a stage.)

Also there will be songs we've not heard at all, there will be songs that might sound very different than what we've heard in the film, the story ends differently (and I personally really like that). …I don't know what I'm most excited about, I JUST CAN NOT WAIT. While I'll forever be curious what their stage performances would have looked like, I'll not have to remain curious about what the album and their original version of Annette would have been like. Because here it is!!! :)

I say this without slandering the film, but this version of Annette is the one that's going to hit me hardest. (I am calling my 2013 self to tell them the good news, holy hell!)

As a final note, here's something they've shared in the newsletter:

"Writing in the sleevenotes of this boxset release Ron and Russell Mael have said "...we feel that this earlier version of Annette should be listened to not as the preparatory or demo step toward a filmed version, but rather as a complete and alternative version in itself. We are very proud of it.”

[kerubimcrepin]

Dofus: The Production - reviewing the artbook

This post won't go too deep in detail, it's just my commentary on the artbook — but the next (or, well, one after the next), post will be me doing some actual research outside of it. I recommend you to buy the artbook, and go see its contents for yourself, if you're curious about it. (or download it. It's been scanned to hell and back...)

God, this makes me deranged and insane. Even being baby does not stop Kerubim from loving Joris's jokes... I'm insane...

This part of the artbook has always scared me because like... Does he kill people in Dofus 2, Tot?. Does he.?

Epic events is a funny way to refer to this movie's unending barrage of traumatic events, but man, we were kinda robbed of cool draconic winged Joris. That's sad.

I won't include too much art from the artbook if I can help it, but I wanted to report that this is a very good art and theres a lot of love and um and they love each other and um and [CAR CRASH] [GLASS SHATTERING] ‘GOOD LORD!’ [GENERAL COMMOTION] [BABY CRYING] ‘WAAAAH WAAAAH’ [YELLING] [POLICE SIRENS] WEEWOO WEEWOO [HELICOPTERS] ‘WE’RE REPORTING LIVE-‘ [EXPLOSION] ‘MY LEG… MY LEG…’

I wish I knew what the fuck Tot meant by this. However, knowing that Pupuce is Kerubim's pet, who just liked her owner's kid more than her owner, has fueled some of my headcanons for years and years:

This version of his armour matches the one we could see in the Dofus Manga. :)

I find it quite fascinating that at one point, it was considered for Julith to be an osamodas huppermage, considering it was theorized for some time that Joris might be an osamodas.

I wouldn't call her a tender mother, but eh. She's more of a... "very loving yet despaired mother who doesn't even know her son" mother. A "wants to get back the past which will never return to the point of putting her son into the torture nexus" mother. A "has love in her that is so mentally disturbed" mother. AND I LOVE HER FOR IT!!

I know that her being an alcoholic is a retcon that Dessous did, but its such a good one. I think it's a good show of her decade of slow slippage of sanity. Comic retcons win over Tot's ideas for all Joris-related media once again.

This post was made by "I love Kerubim's dead family from Dofus Heroes Kerubim and Bakara Alcoholism Lore from Dessous de Dofus" gang.

These two huppermages from the movie's concept art were reused in season 4 of Wakfu. Though it would be easier to say what in season 4 of Wakfu isn't reused stuff considering the "shoestring and a piece of chewed gum" budget it was made on...

God, him petting a pupuce is the most important part of the artbook, save for perhaps...

THE KHAN & THE RED-LIGHT DISTRICT & JORIS UNDERAGE DRINKING SCENE

The fact that this was cut is the biggest personal tragedy of my entire life, and I am NOT joking.

Apparently, in this tavern, we were supposed to learn more of his backstory, — like how his father was a gobbowler, but sadly (or happily, if you really hate Khan) it was cut.

But listen. Khan would go to some sexworkers to stare at them and do nothing. He's that much of a loser. He would take a 10yo as his drinking buddy.

This is where my headcanon that he buys Joris booze post-movie comes from, btw.

Compared to the movie's exaggerated visions of Kerubim crying, these images feel like something Joris would remember seeing in real life, something he'd want to avoid.

It feels more real, than just his panicked visions.

[meanbossart]

So, not sure if you've covered this. But I thought I'd ask. How do you feel about the durgetash subtext? Are you pro or against? How do you treat the "relationship" / "partnership" between them? I'm curious to know how their interactions would play out hahah. (Im very pro Durgetash, cause... well. Yeah.)

First of all, obviously I'm all for people interpreting subtext however they wish to interpret it, and I think there's more than enough in the game to imply a canonical romance between The Dark Urge and Gortash; some of my favorite artists on here delve into that and I think both their art and theories are brilliant. Especially as the canon stands now, I think it's more likely that they DID have something going on rather than not, though I doubt Larian will ever confirm it one way or another to allow the player freedom with their avatar's background.

That said, in the lore I decided for DU drow they did NOT have a romantic relationship, although they did have a complicated one. My first impression upon meeting Gortash at his coronation (this was long before all the dialogue Larian added) was of someone who wanted desperately to butter me up to get his plans back on track. Yes, I do think he was happy to see the drow, but that's because he knew DU drow would honor their initial agreement (had his memories not been erased, at least) and was indeed more reliable than Orin - who clearly wanted to achieve things on her own instead of entertaining their alliance even before betraying her brother.

I did a write-up a while back on what DU Drow's perception and plans for Enver were here, but I would like to make some additions!

First of all I didn't clarify this, but when I talk about "love" in that post I did not mean the romantic kind. What DU drow had for Gortash was a tenderness that he could not bring himself to entertain in earnest because of his profoundly skewed sense of empathy and emotions. He did relate to Gortash, He did admire how he had lifted himself up from nothing and how he easily brushed off DU drow's attempts to get under his skin. DU could simply never admit such a thing or even recognize it in himself - had he been a more sane man they would have been dear friends, and there would be glimpses of that could-be friendship in how they interacted before. Gortash was probably equal parts annoyed and charmed by the Bhaalspawn's high eccentricity, his gaudy style and extreme bluntness and shamelessness- he thought he was fascinating enough to put up with his attitude, not to mention that he was reliable and got things done when he set his mind to it.

(More under cut)

Alas, DU Drow wasn't raised to entertain friendship or tenderness whatsoever prior to getting a clean reset to his brain - this doesn't change the fact that he is, by nature, a very intense man, and those emotions had to come out in one way or another. Hence his weird preocuppation with Gortash and how he made him feel. He is primed to become extremely conflicted in his feelings towards anyone who sticks around in his life as anything but a pawn or a victim, and Enver constantly tried to pose himself as a friend - arguably a even more baffling concept to DU drow than if he wanted to be a lover - because then he would at least be seeking out sex from their interpersonal exchanges. This is also why a lot of DU drow's focus when insulting/trying to torment him would have been sexually charged, besides a simple desire to shock and objectify himself and others as sacks of meat to be fucked and killed.

But Gortash grew up in literal hell, I think his capacity to withstand abuse from others (and swiftly brush it off) would have been extremely well honed, especially if it will ultimately get him what he wants. He never flinched at the guy's constant allusions to perversion and cruelty, likely rolled his eyes at it even lol. This would have been very disarming to DU drow and kept him coming back for more, and fostered (along everything else I mentioned) the admiration brought up in-game in that one letter durge writes to Bhaal. That letter would have been a very rare moment of clarity and introspection between DU drow and his father - perhaps the only entity he could ever disclose this kind of conflict to, much like a man having a crisis of faith is still likely to turn to the very god he's doubting for comfort.

I haven't yet decided how Gortash felt towards him, though, besides the aforementioned fascination mixed with irritation. I do think that after being tad-poled, when DU drow shows up in his coronation room looking so dramatically different from the man he knew (hair unkempt, clothes reduced to their practicality, shell shocked stare, the absence of his usual, lecherous grin) he would have thought what a shame that was, that this relentless beast he knew would never allign himself with someone beneath his caliber, often to the point of being unreasonable, had squandered his own ambition and was now in such meager company lol like he's got this half-elf girl just short of hanging onto his arm, this squishy wizard that he would have chewed up like hide in his teeth once, and the smug little elf? That's just his type, but the man Gortash knew had eyes for no one but his sister - regardless of how often he tried to warn him of her duplicitous nature. Ohhh what a mess she made of him, he wishes he remembered anything so he could at least say I told you so.

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WOTFI IS HERE!!!!!!! WHOOO!!!!!!

I'M SO SORRY I'M LATE! But! I watched it after the livestream countdown, and, BOI! Do I have a lot to say!! and I'll make a part 2 of the WOTFI review cause, I don't think I'll be able to fit everything in one post. And with a lot of school projects on the line. So, I'll work on pt 2! and post it tomorrow!

!Also, spoiler warning!

So... we good? Okay! strap in!!

First off the thumbnail looks AMAZING!!!!! It really got me excited as soon as I woke up at 1 in the morning lmao😂

As soon as I watched it I was actually surprised they decided not to go with the horror route like in the trailer.. But personally, I'm not gonna complain I mean that should've been expected imo.

Also, the poster is soo fricking cool!!!! Like, I can't get enough of this art style and THE WAY IT WAS ANIMATED WAS LIKE A MOVIE INTRO!!!! IT WAS BEAUTIFUL!!!!!✨

The intro/Puzzles' backstory

So, I'm glad that Mr Puzzles gave us a more clearer explanation to his backstory. Even though it was something a lot of us knew already. None the less it was nice! I'm curious about the mother though, like, what was she like to Puzzles? Was she someone who didn't believe in her son's dreams as well? Or maybe someone who encouraged him to keep trying? Idk honestly, but maybe we'll get that answer in next year's WOTFI!

I also don't think he just sat in his room all day to adulthood, maybe he left his home to chase his dream but failed on multiple occasions. (Kinda like in the series where he tries to kill the crew but fails all the time) or, he watched TV all day as a coping mechanism. Trying to escape the cruelty of the world he lived in.

Also, wdhm when he said "The rest is history" like, we need more. Like how you got godlike powers? maybe that'll be explored more in WOTFI 2025!

Side note: Leggy's face when she dropped little Puzzles was funny for some reason help! IT HAD NO REASON TO BE THIS FUNNY!!😂😂

HE SWORE!!!!! YESS!!!!!!!! I swear he needs to let his anger out more, You gotta give kudos to him for enduring Mario's chaos😂

The casts!

I really LOVED the character designs! I can see how they are freaks now!

My all time favorites are SMG3, Bob, and Karen! They're designs stick out the most in the cast and I do like how they are all under Puzzles' control, like the PV movie!

Wish Saiko had more screen time though, I'm just a little disappointed at that. They could've done something interesting for her. Heck, they even gave the rest of the main cast more screen time than her.

But, maybe we'll see that in the next WOTFI? Hold up- wait a sec, I'm seeing a pattern of sorts... are, the stuff that felt lackluster in the 2024 WOTFI coming back as something better in WOTFI 2025?? That could be a possibility. I might make a theory on that, but hopefully when I'm not busy.

Side note: I swear this episode made me ship Mario and Puzzles so much!!😂😂 I mean- It's just hilarious to me!

Like when he said "Dear Mario" I know he hates him but like the way he says it made it feel like he likes him, or just toying with him!! Marware fans are eatin' good today! And he also complimated Mario on his performances on the fire perfomance!!! I know... he was doing what a judge does, try say something nice to the performers. But! That won't stop me from shipping them! And don't forget! Mario also still wanted to stay despite the hell Mr Puzzles put them through, in the rap Mario still wanted to have some fun in the amusment park! But, also glad he attacks him when Puzzles harms Mario's friend. And can be scared of him sometimes.

Now listen, I know he was trying to get Mario back so he won't ruin his show again but to me it also looks like he wants Mario to pay attention to him! kinda like a yandere😂😂 I'm just letting Marware infect my brain at this point haha.. it's becoming a curse.

Anyway that's part 1 for now. Part 2 will hopefully come out tomorrow as well, and I also have some projects to do so I know I said I will post every Saturday but that may be a little difficult, I'll get part 2 out tomorrow and I really hope that'll be the end of my review of this year's WOTFI!

Thanks for reading! hope ya'll enjoyed my WOTFI 2024 review pt 1.

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You're just not my type Prt 3

Jock!Ethan Landry X Guitarist!F!Reader

W/C - 1.5 K

Summary - Ethan definitely has an idea about what you think about him

Warnings - just making out.

A/N - I'm so happy i'm trying to finish this rn. im also done wit the flashbacks sooo

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You slowly walk into school, your headphones over your ears, it's been a week since you've last seen Bryce and you're living for it. You practically wanted nothing to do with him and recently, someone else was definitely trying to get in with you.

Ethan, that is.

He has been interacting with you all week, talking to you, flirting with you, he even has been asking you about your guitar. You weren't used to all this male attention surrounding you. Ethan's friends were slowly talking to you, finding you interesting and asking things about you too.

But out of all of them, Ethan is the one that you seem to like the most. He seems caring and kind and nice. He was cute as hell, but you really didn't want this to be another Bryce situation where he ends up being a dick to you in five days.

You're walking and just minding your own business when someone pulls off your headphones and you turn around. Of course, it was Ethan.

"Ethan give them back!" You huff as he puts them on his head. You really wanted to go to art early. He nods his head and hums to the tune of the song just a little bit before he takes them off and puts them around your neck.

"Is that...Your own music?" He asks you, looking deeper into your eyes than anyone else ever has before. He had this strong cologne on and on top of how his hair looked it the sun, it was intoxicating to you. You wanted to rip the varsity jacket off and kiss him.

"Uh, yes, actually. It's just something I've been working on for the moment, nothing too special." You state and He nods. He smirks at you and then steps back.

"That's really good," He states, and you blush, what the hell was happening to you. In a minute you'll start giggling like a fucking schoolgirl. "Can I meet you in the music room after this class. I really want to hear you play in person." You shake your head, and he sighs. You look into his eyes for a moment and groan. "Fuck it, sure, I'll see you there."

You slowly walk away and sigh as you put your headphones over your ears. You arrive at art, being a bit over 5 minutes late, you were never late and by the way everyone was looking at you, you could tell their thinking the same. You take your headphones off and take your seat at the back.

"Gentlemen and Gentlewoman, I really want this next piece for your portfolio to really tell me about your emotions." The teacher says. You weren't one for emotions really, but maybe these new feelings for your browned haired friend could bring out some good work. "I want this to reflect what the past month has been like in about three to five paintings, show me your emotions and the journey that your emotions go through."

"What the hell." You mumble. This month for you has been terrible, except for the past week. Your friend, Casey, looks at you. He was a great artist and an even better friend; he calls you constantly.

"I know you're not good with your emotions, but you should really use your feelings for Ethan. Their only blossoming into new for you, Bryce was a shit dude. Ethan seems like he's good for you. You seem happier." That was deep as hell. What the fuck.

You will admit to yourself that you do seem happier ever since Ethan's come into your life. So maybe that party was worth it. "I don't know, he asked me to meet him after this class to get him to watch me play. I don't know if I should go." You mumble.

"Y/N. I swear to god. If you don't go, you'll wish you did because I'll legit kill you." Casey says and you groan. "Fuck you, fuck it. I'll go!" You groan.

"Yessss! Please do! He loves you! It's so obvious." Casey rolls his eyes. You roll your eyes and get up and walk away. You put on your apron and grab 3 paint brushes, a cup of water and some light blue, pastel purple and pink and yellow. That's what you felt like doing at the time anyway

You go back to your desk and sit down. You place all the objects onto the table and slump back down into your seat. You turn around with your chair and grab a canvas and paint palette.

You turn back around to your desk and place the canvas and palette down. You squeeze a little bit of each color onto the palette and wet the smallest paint brush you grabbed. You dip it into the pink paint, someone in the corner of the classroom catches your eye. You slowly take off your headphones and put them into your bag.

"I'm here for Y/N." Ethan says. Your jaw drops. What the fuck is he doing? You don't come to his basketball practice. You were painting, you're not packing up because you just started. "Why does Y/N need to come with you?"

"Something important has come up and I really need her to come with me Mrs Warner." Ethan says. He looks at you and you shake your head. "Sure, go ahead, take Y/N. I'm not fighting with 21-year-old about a girl leaving class early."

"I'll pack up your stuff." Casey smirks at you. You grab your bag and leave with him. You both walk in silence for a moment, you're finding the right words because in your head, everything you wanted to say was mixed together.

"Where are we going?" You ask. He shakes his head at you and chuckles. Fuck. He is not taking you to the studio. "By the way your face expressions are, I think you just realized." He chuckles at you. You didn't want to play for him, you were planning on not showing up. But what's the worst that can happen?

You walk with him for a moment and then you both arrive at the studio. You really weren't keen on playing for him. He opens the door and there's your guitar, in all its beauty. "Y/N. Look, if you don't want to play for me, that's fine, I don't want you to feel like you have to." He says to you, clearly it was obvious that you were nervous to play infront of him.

"No, I want too. I just haven't really played my own music in front of someone before." You mutter, you both go inside the studio, and he closes the door. You pick up the electric guitar and set it up so it can make noise from the speakers. Ethan looks at you and slowly pulls the guitar out of your hands and lightly rests it on the wall.

He grabs your hands and looks at you directly into your eyes. He slowly rubs circles into the back of your hands. He drops onto his knees, and you can't even believe this is happening to you. "Are you okay?" He asks.

"Fine, fine. Don't worry about me." You whimper. He nods, clearly not convinced with your answer. He hands you back the guitar and you turn the volume up on it lightly. "Just pretend I'm not here."

You close your eyes. Fuck why is the this so damn scary. You start playing a little bit to see if it's tuned. It is and now you can't waste any more time. You slowly start with a hammer on and start playing. You play for about two minutes before you stop. Ethan's jaw is wide open and shocked.

"That's really fucking good." He mutters. You didn't know what to say. He did not just say your good. It felt like a praise. It was a praise. God, you wanted him so bad. You hand him the guitar. "Sit down, I'll give you a lesson." You say and his eyes light up. "Really?"

"Yes, now sit down before I change my mind." You sigh. He nods and sits down. The guitar is placed on his lap, and he picks it up the way you did before. He puts the strap over his shoulders. "What next ma'am?" He asks jokingly. You walk over and stand over him. You grab his hands and use your hands lead where his are going.

You let him play a little riff and then stop. He looks up at you and says "Fuck it, I cant pretend anymore." He mutters and you tilt your head.

What is he on about? Your thoughts are cut short when his lips connect with yours. Your lips move and fit perfectly together. He slides the guitar off him and places it onto the floor. You slowly move your body so you're standing basically on top of him. You slowly get pulled onto his lap and you hook your hands around his neck.

Someone opens the door, and you break the kiss to look at the person. It's the one person you did not want to talk too.

Bryce.

Taglist - @idky5

[maniacwatchestheworld]

Man... So yeah... I've got conflicting feelings about Batman: The Caped Crusader... On the one hand, the art direction and the backgrounds? I can genuinely dig them! The diversity and number of people of color in the main cast? Fantastic! And I'm down for them trying out new takes on old or obscure rogues! The tone and atmosphere can be pretty good at times, and I appreciate the 1940's setting and the weird little oddities the show has because of the retro setting.

But to me, by far the most interesting thing about the show is that it doesn't really feel like a show about Batman. But rather that the show is about the systems of corruption that make Gotham the way that it is and stay that way. Batman has 0 qualms about beating the shit out of the cops, and I dig the hell out of that! Bruce often feels secondary to what Barbara, Renee, and Harvey are up to. The show feels like it's about Gotham! And what Batman is here to do and does is secondary to the other people living in it and trying to change things for Gotham. And I can dig that about this series! And honestly, seeing Barbara and Renee just being complete and utter badasses throughout the whole show and always being the best, most competent, incorruptable people in the room? Kinda delightful! Batman just gets to be a chump sometimes. And it's pretty funny to see the men go down with the easiest of punches while the ladies seem to be able to tank anything coming their way! Love that for them! But honestly... It really does seem like the show is a LOT more interested in the struggles of the poor, the people of color, and the women of the city than it is with the perspective of the rich, white, cis, male society that we usually see! So that's a direction I really appreciate with the show!

But on the negative side, BOY HOWDY does that animation look sloppy sometimes. And in fact, the animation style is often far too close to that of Scooby-Doo for my liking! When I started the 5th episode with Gentleman Ghost, I felt a little baffled because I just put on Batman... But what I was seeing looked like it was literally pulled straight out of Scooby-Doo! The only real animation details that made it NOT look like Scooby-Doo was MAYBE the eyeliner on some of the characters. And even then, only maybe. Like it's not exactly surprising, but still a bit of a bummer. :p Also this is probably just a me thing, but I wish that Batman was just more successful when it came to saving people. Like, I entirely got that they wanted this show to be for adults so they they could raise the stakes and actually kill characters off... But there are just a few instances that feel like a bummer and I wish that Batman was given a chance to save them... Speaking of... Spoilers below the cut!

Man! I'm bummed out by what they did with Harvey! He's my favorite! He's my boi! I love he! And he just gets killed off! Like... I was genuinely interested to see what they were doing with him. It wasn't my ideal direction for Harvey, but it was interesting! And I would have liked to see more of him! I would have liked to see more of the dynamic between Harvey and Two-Face! And their dynamic with Barbara was genuinely very fun to see! But yeah... They killed him off and he's very VERY unlikely to come back! I think that it would have been more interesting if they tried to keep him around. In that last episode, he asks what kind of happy ending he can have where he gets out of this. And honestly, I think that it would have been more fun and challenging for them to try and answer that question! But nah. They just killed him off. Siiiiigh... Also when thinking about the themes of the show, them killing Harvey off feels a little... Troubling... So at the very least, if Caped Crusader does return for a second season... I sure as FUCK hope that Harvey haunts the ever-loving FUCK out of the narrative! Cause honestly, I could have stood to see more of this interpretation of him! But alas! Siiiiigh...

Also lol. Apparently my prediction of the direction that they were trying to do with this Two-Face and Harvey was spot on. And that's kinda hilarious! :P

[alexissara]

What A Year For Games! Top 10 Games of 2023 For Little Lesbians Like me!

I am on and off again with video games often switching between years where I am really into games and years where I am snoozing but I started to dedicate myself to finding and sharing more sapphic art so people can stop saying it doesn't exist lead me to playing tons more games and wow I played so many fucking amazing games this year it was an extremally hard year to pick a top 10 games. Now these aren't a top 10 sapphic games, it's just the best 10 games of the year, on an objective scale because I am the goddess of this world and there for right. Not all of these games will have come out in 2023, it's games I played in 2023 why limit ones self?

These games are roughly in order by how confident I am to put them on this list but each of these games did something different than me so I wouldn't say that a game is "better" rather than what I got out of it at the end of playing felt biggest.

Stray Gods

It's a musical, it's a video game, it's Stray Gods: The Roleplaying Musical. This game is a really fun little Greek myth story telling experience with an neat interoperation of myth and the characters to provide a fun experience to people with or without attachment to the stories. The dynamic music changing to your choices is a really cool concept although I wish more of the songs were a bop. I also wish the game explored the idea of polyamory like the Greek gods were not monogamous and I see no reason I can't kiss Freddie and Persephone in the same playthrough. What is there though is still compelling, fun, and engaging with a great set of characters across the board romanceable and not.

Pokémon Emerald Rouge

Pokabbie's amazing Pokemon Rom Hack that shows the utterly wild shit possible for Pokemon experiences we could get. It's amazingly fun to do runs of Pokemon where you catch new pokemon, fight trainers and get to then recatch that species to use in later runs. It's a really great gameplay loop that really just uses what's fun about pokemon and allows for a lot of different run customization which leads to the loop not getting stale and makes it easier to find particular pokemon you want. This was my favorite Pokémon experience this year.

Street Fighter 6

Street Fighter 6 has some of the worst monetization to date in fighting games. However, despite that it provided a lot of fun to me this year playing the base game's amazing World Tour mode and in enjoying the greatly designed new characters who I hope become Street Fighter staples. All while making my favorite SF character Juri even better with new interactions, a little bit of progress to her story and more. I hope that World Tour mode encourages a lot of other fighting game devs to step up the single player experiences in Fighting games and I also hope [as seems to be the industry trend] that "modern" controls take over. It was so nice to be able to do all the special moves consistently and more easily feel like I was in control of the game rather than feeling light I was fighting my hands to move out an input.

Drums Of War

I sure do wish a Fire Emblem game came out in 2023, it's been so long since Three Houses and Hopes is amazing but not the SRPG gameplay I came to love. Well if there was a Fire Emblem game I am sure it would have ENGAGED me, wait, there was the amazing Fire Emblem rom hack Drums Of War. Parrhesia utterly killed it with this take on Fire Emblem. The heart of the story being an emotionally damaged lesbian and the dancer with a big secret who fell for her makes for an utterly captivating romance paired with a real "war is hell" story that really does it's best to show you how fucked all sides of this conflict are until the player finally gets to forge their own path forward. Roxelana and Calista would be among my most favorite Fire Emblem lords if I was ranking them alongside all the lords of the series with both characters being utterly delightful and some charming side characters too like Estrelle. The gameplay itself aired a bit on the harder side to what I like but regardless I had a great time with the majority of maps and by the end of it I think I finally managed to get with the curve of the difficulty even if I wish there was an easier mode.

Cassette Beasts

The soundtrack alone would put this game on this list but luckily it has even more than a soundtrack. The whole cast are really charming, I totally fell for Viola and the other characters all have their own special charms. The game has plenty of faults I talked about in my review of it but despite the flaws of the game basically right until the very end where it massively declined for me this was one of the best games in all of monster tamers for me. The DLC was sadly not so great that came out later in the year but I didn't mind giving the extra money to the devs when the core game was so good. The monster taming is fun, the gameplay feels flexible enough for you to find the niche you like to play in and become really good at that niche, it allows for a lot of flexibility from folks who wanna swap partners all the time to people who will find their favorite characters and monsters and stick with them. I really hope the developers keep moving forward with Cassette Beasts and making new strives forward with their concepts because of all the indie monster tamers I've played this is leaps and strides above the rest.

En Garde!

This extremally short little romp is a compelling experience that is just a little bit longer than your average modern block buster. It's a simple and sweet swash buckling game where you play as a bisexual vigilante woman with a big crush on a sexy pirate woman trying to stop the oppressor of the people's evil schemes. Each chapter is like another adventure of Zoro short and puppy, fun and with ever so slight tension but you know the hero will come up on top. It's a really good experience and it has some great accessibility features for folks with reflex issues like me to still be able to enjoy it. The music is staller, the voice acting is fantastic, it's a great package that instead of padding itself out fills every second with greatness.

Luxaren Allure

I am a massive fan of turn based RPGs, I love getting to look at menus and think about my actions, being able to multitask while I play, enjoy a big juicy narrative and so I was very happy to play a JRPG style experience that's all about lesbians. An amazingly fun concept for a JRPG plot where one woman's beloved whom she chickened out of confessing too gets corrupted by an evil power and she is tasked with being the hero to take her out. This gives the interactions and the end goal a sense of uncertainty, will this be a sad case of tragic yuri, will she find joy with someone else, will she be able to save the woman she loves from this evil power, will she submit to the evil herself to be by her side? Everything feels uncertain with just this little angle added to a fairly typical JRPG formula. All while on the side having an adorable romance between a naga and a human girl giving us the good good lesbian sweetness between the dramatic tension.

Baldur's Gate 3

I am so often the contain, the noted hater but not on this day, nay I say, it was pretty fucking fun. The game is flawed, pretty flawed, like it's got a lot or fantasy racism shit I hate, it's tied to an IP I hate, it's got so many bugs that happened on my own run but if there is one game from this list I will probably think of the most and play the most in 2024 and beyond from this year it's probably this game. The games depth of interactivity, the wide breath of options, and the mods, oh the mods, the many many many mods, this game has so much to do and will for a very long time. It's rare to get a truly great multiplayer game and this game also provides that, this is a fantastic experience for playing online with others and makes for really great runs. Then there is the romances, oh the romances are really great, the girls are all fantastic and the side queers are super brilliant too. It's just a really fun video game and it does a good job exploring trauma and different takes on abusive relationships and overcoming [or succumbing] to them.

Thirsty Suitors

What a fucking great game, while the gameplay is mostly quick time events it does an amazing job of making each aspect of the game feel distinct from each other. While skateboarding in general kinda sucks in this game the combat and cooking all feels really great. Then there is the vocal performances and writing which are all fucking stellar. It's really great to see a fully fleshed out and fully real feeling queer woman who has had messy exes of all genders and has done a lot of fucked up things in her time. Jala's road to redemption with her family and exes all feels really great and this is a special story and I realized sometime after there is some level of variance too that I could have seen if I made some different choices. It's really great and even if it's not a dating sim like I thought it might be it's still a really great little thing. Then you factor in all the cool queer brown people in this game and wow, like I felt so scene by this game like the angry mess Tyler is speaks to my little transbian heart, the high fem lesbian struggle with family that Diya has I could feel echoed in my own life, I just, wow, it was great. I am so happy this game exists and I will likely always see this among the best narratives in all video games.

The Cosmic Wheel Sisterhood

My game of the year, The Cosmic Wheel Sisterhood fucking blew me away. In a shocking twist of fate while I complained about a lot of endings this year I didn't like my original ending for The Cosmic Wheel Sisterhood either but then that drove me to go from liking the game to loving it as I ran the game again in spite of it, fueled by spite alone I felt a sense of determination, I would change my fate! This thematic fortune telling game where you make your own cards, help people or end up seeing a fate that only hurts them, I knew how to play it, I knew the systems now, I understood how the cards worked, the truth of my powers and the price I agreed to pay and I'd use all of that to make the happiest fucking story possible for Fortuna aka ME. So I dart through the game, I help the trans woman be herself and happy, I get my hot butch girlfriend, I help everyone out with their life problems crafting only the best cards possible to make sure I can give the best fates possible and then I hit the end point, the time to pay the price. I say no, the game says, you have to, I keep saying no, and then I draw my cards again and shape fate and in that I defied fate, made an ending I could be happy with, a better world for all my fellow witches, and so my story ends with my friends back by my side [probably gonna be a polycule] and a whole lot to look forward to. What a fucking experience, what a cool fucking game.

If you want to help me enjoy more art then consider checking out my Patreon or Ko-fi .and giving me a little bit of cash so I can do more of this kind of writing but also like make lots of my own art, art is hard to make and costs money and like maintain my chronically ill and trans body also takes money so anything helps, thank you.

[toxooz]

I know the answer might be no but still!

Are you ever going to make or add your characters into character ai?

I think it'll be really cool to be able to talk to Ollie, or just talk to the whole gang!!

Also lots of love to your art and comic, I found this comic when I was at my lowest and it really helped me out when I was really sad in depressed! Thank you for making this comic and for doing all of this amazing work that you have put in to your characters and storyline!!!

look 🙏 i do see the possible appeal in that i aint gunna lie one bit and as the creator of these characters the idea of being able to seemingly talk to them sounds pretty cool! BUT i simply cant jump on the AI train to Any extent it just wouldn't sit right with me. I feel like it would unnerve me after a while plus the idea of my OCs being 'off' or having out of character dialogue that's out of my control kinda gives me the willies. It seems like one of those things that are simply too good to be true in a practical sense so any possibility of it happening just goes into uncanny valley like do i wish i could take my ocs out of my brain and talk to them HELL yes ( if i dont get killed first) but that should be an impossible thing to do unless im dreaming or hallucinating or some shit. It's like the AI images ie. i Could just type in a bunch of prompts and shit out like 30000 images of my ocs so that i could look at them but where would the yearning be after that??? The loving sculpting of them in my brain while im trying to capture their essence with my hands into a drawing??? One of the main reasons for my ocs to exist is so that its something for my brain to toy around with and wallow in like a cat in catnip, so the idea of being able to just 'lay everything out' so easily just ruins the whole ' i have mysterious little dudes in my head that i mold around everyday to try and figure them out' aspect if that makes any sense??? PLUS im pretty sure the chat ai basically takes paragraphs from writers so for me to be so abhorrently against ai images yet being on board with chat ai when its ~surprise~ stealing from real writers feels like the most hypocritical ass shit i could do sO long old head 'robots evil' rant short: its a no from me dawg

BUT THAT ASIDE im glad to hear u like wheel bitten!! That means so much to hear and may your life continue to improve and thrive!✨🌟

[ask-the-bone-boys]

ATBB's Future

Hiiii y'all, its uh. been a minute huh

Now that it's been a bit over a year since I put this blog on hiatus, a loootta stuff has happened and changed and i've been doing a loootttta thinking!

Looking back on it, like really really looking, my biggest reason for the hiatus was that at some point the blog just kinda became more of a chore than something I wanted to work on for fun. Ask blogs are a lot of work, even when you're just using talking portraits rather than drawing out every individual answer, and with how much ask culture on tumblr has died out over the years there just wasn't really enough payoff to make it feel worthwhile to keep burning myself out.

I think it's a really good thing I stopped it when I did, because having to deal with all that in my senior year of high school would have been a nightmare. I've actually just finished up my first semester of college now, and there's no way in hell I would've been able to keep up at any rate! With all of this in mind, I've gained a newer perspective about how to approach things going forward.

I'm still really attached to this story. With how much time I've spent thinking about it and developing it in my head, I can't let it go, even if the blog isn't really working out anymore. I keep thinking of different ways I could fix the decisions I made early on, as well as the super cool directions I could take it in in the future, and I just. I GOTTA.

So, I've decided to reboot it entirely as a fic series!

This means that, unfortunately, there won't be nearly as much artwork to accompany it, but it's far more likely for the story to actually progress! Writing is way less draining for me and once I get going I can do it much quicker than art anyway, even though I do still sorta wish I had the spoons to just turn it into a full-blown webcomic instead haha

This DOES mean that updates won't be nearly as linear as they were here, seeing as right now I've mostly been working on backstory fics that took place before the blog's main story, but that can at least give you guys more context for how the characters interact with each other! I'll also state that while I do write faster than I draw, I still do it a hell of a lot less, so updates will still probably be pretty infrequent. But at least they'll happen at all, right?

As for the state of this blog itself, obviously I'm going to leave it up! I still love looking back on the old interactions you guys had with my characters and your reactions to certain plot points (your reactions to Fluff tagging along with the rest of the group were my favorite by far) and I think it would actually kill me to erase them. I'll be posting the fic updates here too, just like I did for Self Hatred!

And even if it's not going to be an ask blog anymore, because of how much I still miss that kind of interaction with you guys, I think I want to do a sort of "last hurrah" event, to finally send off the asking format with some good vibes.

You see, there's a character I made up around this time of year two years ago. He's a pretty cool guy, but he doesn't actually show up until a specific turning point later in the story. I've been excited for you guys to talk to him since the day I made him, but a little bummed lately that you may not ever get the chance. I still need to get a lot of stuff prepared, so I'm not quite ready to announce or start anything just yet, but there's a reason I waited until my winter break to start thinking about this seriously.

I think you guys would really like to meet him.

But anyway, that's about all I wanted to say for now! This is a very long post already so it's time I start wrapping it up. As always, thank you all so much for sticking with me, even though I really haven't been consistent through the years. I hope this change doesn't come as too much of a disappointment, and that you'll keep sticking around for the reboot!

[ornii]

Bitterly Beautiful, Part 8

The Finale: Now Eye Am become death, Destroyer of Worlds.

"Wait.., run that back."

(Y/n) sits on his bed, as Wednesday stood before him, it was about ten minutes after Wednesday's exotic experience.

"So, you're telling me when we kissed, which by the way, absolutely amazing, Tyler ends up killing me?"

"Flattery only gets you so far." Wednesday responds coldly.

"It got me to those black Cherry flavored lips." He shoots back, Wednesdays face, as pale as it was showed hints of red as she blushed. She looked away scoffing.

"...Stop making me blush, i have a reputation to uphold.” She says, he stood up and smiles, gently taking her hand within his, he kisses Wednesday again, who this time reciprocated it with intensity. They stop their romantic escapade and he just smiles so warmly at his lovely death blossom.

"It's okay. I'll be okay... long as I've got you." He said, Wednesday this time, gripped his hands tighter.

"I refuse to allow Crackstone to prevail, which means Tyler.." she begins.

"We have to stop him, only question is how... we can always capture him." He says, "And to do that we'll need to bait a monster." (Y/n) says.

"I'll do it. It's not often I'm out into the jaws of a monster." She responds.

Tyler walks along the dark path into the forest to an awaiting Wednesday.

"Thing gave me your note. I was surprised you wanted to see me. So, uh, is this a date?" Tyler asks hopeful, and Wednesday keeps her calm demeanor.

"It's a surprise. When I came to Nevermore, romance was the last thing on my mind. But when (Y/n) kissed me, it opened my eyes and suddenly it all made sense. (y/n) warned me about you, about Normens, but I didn't listen. Which lead to me framing Xavier for murder while the real Hyde helped me put him away."

"Wait... you don't think..."

"I don't think. I know. Kinbott probably discovered your secret during one of your sessions. So she unlocked you. Why'd you kill her? I thought Hydes were typically loyal to their masters."

"Wednesday, this is nuts."

"On Outreach Day, I told you I was visiting the old meeting house. Did Kinbott send you to spy on me? I have to hand it to you, Tyler, using the gates house as a death trap to try to kill (Y/n), the one person who could have seen through your Facade, a masterstroke of misdirection."

"Okay, stop. Do you know how insane you sound right now? I'm not a monster. A... And if you really thought that I was, why would you risk bringing me out to the woods to confront me alone?"

"Who said I was alone?" She responds, Tyler hears someone step from behind a tree and turns around to (Y/n).

"Hello Tyler." He says coldly, as Tyler looks back at Wednesday.

"Okay, I don't know what kind of sick joke you're playing, but I'm out of here."

"Actually... you're not going anywhere." Tyler turns around as (Y/n) blows magic dust into his eyes; he stumbles around and hits the ground unconscious.

"Carry his Body." Wednesday said.

"You could ask nicer." (Y/n) said annoyed.

"Carry his body.. please." She says sarcastically. He smirks and picks him up with ease.

"Anything for you my Death Trap." He says Mimicking Gomez' accent. He walks off and Wednesday folds her arms.

"As much as i absolutely despise to admit this... but Perhaps I was wrong when I said I wouldn't find someone.. I won't admit it, that is a sizable crow I do not wish to eat."

Tyler slowly comes to, inside Xavier's art room, as (Y/n) and Wednesday are side by side.

"Welcome back."

"Where the hell am I?"

"Somewhere no one can hear your screams."

"What's with the chains?"

"Don't ask stupid questions, Tyler." (Y/n) said, and Tyler begins to plead.

"Wednesday, this is crazy. I'm a normie."

"That's only half true." Wednesday shows the fencing photo of her mother, but points to a woman in the background.

"Do you recognize her? Perhaps if I hadn't been so distracted by my own mother hogging this photo, I would have noticed yours sooner. Your father fell in love and married an outcast."

"My mom was an outcast. That doesn't make me a monster."

"According to her personal medical records—"

"You stole her medical records?"

"Technically, Thing did. He took them from your garage. Your father's quite the pack rat. Her postpartum depression triggered her condition."

"My mom had severe bipolar disorder."

"We both know that's a lie." (Y/n) said, he walks over closer to Tyler.

"Your dad must be worried you'll get the same condition your mother did. Well I guess his worries were warranted." He said, he turns his attention to Wednesday who, draws a pair of tasers.

"Wednesday, what are you doing?" (Y/n) asked.

"Just some light torture. Don't worry, I won't leave a mark." She says, There's only one thing that a Hyde understands. Pain."

"Wait! No, Wednesday! Wednesday!" Tyler pleads as she tases him, (Y/n) can't look away, he can still feel it, the lighting coursing though Tyler, the stinging pain.

"Don't kill him! He's useless if he dies, he has to admit the truth, admit it!" (Y/n) yells, "You killed innocent people, tried to kill Me! Wednesday, Enid Eugene! The pain will stop when you accept what you've done." He says, his ears perk up and almost like a feral animal he jerks his head to the door.

"People are surrounding us.." he said, Wednesday stops and turns to him.

"How?"

"The only way is that they tracked his phone, we have to escape, you do. I'll use my crows to—"

"You need to leave, (Y/n)." Wednesday said, and (Y/n) turns to her. "What? I can't leave you!"

"Yes you can, If you value your relationship with Me, and Enid, you will leave before you're arrested. If I cannot protect Nevermore it's up to you." She says, he sighs and grips his cane.

"Fine.." he says somberly, he slams his cane down and crows begin to fly into hatches and cracks, they surround him and somehow he disappears, using dark magic. Just then, the door bursts open to the sheriff.

"Get away from my son! Drop it. Drop it!" He yells, and Wednesday drops the tasers. Wednesday is apprehended and brought to the station as weems is inside.

"Sheriff Galpin isn't pressing kidnapping charges. Which is a miracle given the circumstances."

"Of course not. How long have you known?"

"Excuse me?"

"When I gave you that claw from the cave, did you already know?"

"Wednesday, that's enough."

"Xavier Thorpe is our Hyde. We've got evidence, thanks to you. That's why I'm giving you one pass."

"Tyler is going to turn on you too." She says Before Weems es courts her out, but Tyler catches up to her

"We... Wednesday, wait."

"Tyler! No, no, what are you doing?"

"I need to talk to her, Dad. She was my friend. We're in a police station. What's gonna happen?" He says, and Galpin, his father gives in.

"Make it quick." He says, Weems leaves as the two are alone.

"What do you want?" She asks.

To ask a question. What does it feel like?" Tyler asks

"What does what feel like?" Wednesday responds, and almost like a switch goes off in his head, his calm quiet demeanor turns cynical, cold and, murderous.

"...To lose. You know, at first, I'd wake up naked, covered in blood, no idea what happened. But over time, I started to remember everything. The sound of their screams, the panic in their eyes, and a fear so primal I could taste it. And it was delicious. You have no idea what's coming. I'll tell you so you won't have to find out, (Y/n) is going to die... and I will make sure his last few moments will be absolutely agonizing." Tyler stepped back and, oddly his demeanor changes again and he leaves.

The next morning arose, and it was the last day for Wednesday.

"The quid pro quo for Sheriff Galpin not pressing charges is your immediate expulsion from Nevermore."

"You do realize that Tyler brutally disemboweled six people, then harvested a variety of their body parts."

"Perhaps if you'd come to me with your suspicions rather than take matters into your own hands, we could've worked together."

"Because trust and cooperation have always been hallmarks of our relationship."

"I admire your ability to be your own person and trust your own instincts. But that also makes you impatient and impulsive. Your actions have put me and the school in an impossible position." M

"Tyler is the Hyde. And he has framed Xavier. He confessed everything to me!"

"I wish I could believe you."

"His mother was an outcast. She was a student here, you must remember her. She was a Hyde!"

"Yes, Francois. A lovely woman. I didn't ask what she identified as."

"Then give me more time, and I can prove they are Hydes."

"There is no more time, and there are no more deals, Wednesday. Pack your steamer trunks. We will have them shipped. And say your goodbyes. You'll be on the afternoon train today. I'm sorry Nevermore didn't work out for you, Wednesday. I'm sure your mother will be very disappointed. And so am I." Weems gives a sigh of disappointment, (Y/n) was in his room, pacing back and forth. He stopped as he gripped his cane, grinding his teeth.

"God Damnit!" He yells, wanting to punch something. "How could I be so damn gullible!" He says with more ferocity, he turns to Xavier's empty bed. He pictures Wednesday sitting there, and speaks on her behalf, she opens her mouth but no words come out, only his voice.

"You're letting your emotions overtake you again." Fake Wednesday said.

"Of course I am! Tyler kills so many people, Xavier gets blamed for it, and he gets away with it! And now you're being expelled! There's a chance I'll never see you again! The first girl I kiss she gets expelled for torture."

"What I did was to assure Nevermore has protectors, you, Enid, Bianca and others. You may not agree with my method but you are Nevermores Last hope. Take solace in that, what do you plan to do?"

(Y/n)'s breath became more animalistic, almost low growling.

"... I'm gonna kill him, I'll turn Tyler's family tree into a god damn pile of ash!" He says, the Fake Wednesday stands up and walks up behind him.

"And if Tyler stood behind that door?"

"I'd vaporize him without a second thought."

"...Good, your emotions are strong, but don't let them overpower you, you always let them overtake you. Let them fuel your body for what you have prepared." Wednesday said, and as if on queue, the door is knocked upon. (Y/n) slowly approaches; almost itching to open his eyes, he grasped the handle of the door and opens it. But it was his Surrogate Sister, Enid.

"Oh, am I interrupting?" She says, he wastes no time hugging her tightly, which catches her off guard.

"Enid you're okay! Yeah, I'm fine.." he lets her go, which she adjusts her uniform.

"Yeah, that's good to hear! Wednesday told me what happened, if Tyler is the Hyde then when it fought you at the Manor.."

"Tyler was trying to kill us to silence us, pretty obvious now, but hindsight is 20/20 I guess. But how's Wednesday? I'll go help her—"

"About.. that." Enid says as it catches the confusion of (Y/n).

"What?"

"Okay, don't freak out but, Weems basically said toy can't come near Wednesday until she leaves Nevermore." Enid says, (Y/n) looks absolutely baffled by it, In sheer disbelief.

"She said it was to makes sure that you and her don't plan anything, not my words." She said and (Y/n) sighs, he looks even more distraught and Enid tries to cheer him up.

"Look, I'll relay any message you have for her." Enid says, and (Y/n) turns back to face her.

"...Any, message?" He says and Enid nods, which was a terrible mistake.

"Enid returns back to the dorm where Wednesday is packing, she decides to help any way possible.

"I can't believe I'm actually going to miss your creepy, lifeless eyes waking me up. It won't be the same without you."

"So I assume you'll be moving in with Yoko. Leaving me in the past."

"Not ever. What about you? Will you forget about me?" Enid said sadly, and Wednesday says something nice to her?

"Enid... the mark you have left on me is indelible. Anytime I grow nauseous at the sight of a rainbow or hear a pop song that makes my ears bleed, I'll think of you." which is Wednesdays version of "I'll never forget you." Which brightens Enid up a little, "Thanks. I guess."

"I always believed relying on other people to be a sign of weakness. That inevitably they would lead me to disappointment. Turns out I've been the disappointment."

"Are you kidding me? I've learned so much from you. Part of it is admittedly criminal behavior, but... most people spend their entire lives pretending to give zero effs, and you literally never had an eff to give. Any chance you've got some sort of sneaky plan to elude Weems?" Enid asks.

"No, Xavier's right. This prophecy cannot come true if I'm not here. But it kills me to leave when Tyler is still walking around free."

"If he tries anything, we have a school full of gorgons, vampires, and werewolves, ready and waiting. Especially (Y/n), We've got this, Wednesday. I promise. On a good note, I got a text from Eugene's moms. He woke up last night. Maybe Weems'll let you drop by on your way to the station." Enid says, thing Snaps his fingers and Wednesday nods at this.

"I think we're all set."

"Thing, I'm going to miss our makeup tutorials. And you better keep sending me moisturizing tips. Stay in touch, okay?" She says, Enid turns to Wednesday offering a hug. "So, we're gonna... You're right. Not hugging is kind of our thing. But..." Enid says sadly and looks a bit uncomfortable.

"What?" Wednesday says.

"Weems forbade him from seeing you in case you two had planned a escape route.."

"I see, I suppose I expected this."

"And... (Y/n) left a present.." Enid says but looks really reluctant to say what it is. Wednesday picks up on her idling.

"Enid we don't have much time, whatever horrid present (Y/n) has concocted will not phase me." Wednesday says with a lot of confidence, Enid braces And moves in, giving her the tiniest peck on the cheek, Wednesday freezes and just stares at Enid who looks a bit horrified.

"Sorry! Sorry! (Y/n) Said to do that.." Enid Looks ready to run for the hills, awaiting Wednesdays response, she takes a deep sigh and calms herself.

"You two make me want to vomit sometimes." She says, there's a knock on the door and then it opens to Weems.

"Wednesday. This time I'm personally escorting you to your train."

"...I have one final favor." Wednesday said.

Eugene has finally awoken in the hospital, sitting solemnly inside his bed, he's quickly surprised by the arrival of Wednesday.

"Wednesday!"

"Eugene. Glad to see you're finally awake."

"I heard you visited all the time."

"Don't ever mention it again. Listen, I've been meaning to tell you... I shouldn't have gone to the dance. I should have been with you."

"When the dance floor calls, you gotta answer. I heard you and (Y/n) stole the whole night away! It's not your fault. It's the monster's."

"It's actually called a Hyde. It's still out there. You can't go back to Nevermore. Not even to check on your bees. And you have to listen to me this time."

"I thought hummers were supposed to stick together. That night in the woods, someone set fire to that cave."

"Yes, Dr. Kinbott."

"It's so crazy that it was her. I don't really remember any of it. I just saw someone wearing black and those boots."

"...What about her boots?" Wednesday said.

"There was an explosion of light and just for a moment, I saw that they weren't black. They were red." He says, and Wednesdays face was actually shocked. And she goes to Weems quickly. There's only one person who could do all this, and with that last bit of information all the pieces fell together.

Thornhill was in her botany class, preparing a syringe of nightshade. She turns around to begin her tests when Wednesday appears behind her.

"Wednesday! I thought you'd be halfway to New Jersey by now."

"You can drop the act, Laurel. I should have known it was you. Faking your death, securing a job at Nevermore, unlocking a Hyde. Typically, I have great admiration for well-executed revenge plots. But yours was a bit extreme, even for my high standards."

"Oh, dear. Weems was right. You do need psychiatric help. Can't throw out wild accusations without consequences."

"They may be wild... but they're true. Tyler told me everything." Tyler slowly steps out from the shadows behind Wednesday.

"Initially I incorrectly accused Kinbott of using hypnosis to unlock him. But you used a plant-derived chemical, didn't you? I know your father kept tabs on all the outcasts in town. So I assume he told you about the Galpin family secret when you were just a girl. That's why you targeted Tyler. You manipulated him by showing him what his mother truly was. What Tyler didn't realize is that truth wouldn't free him. It would enslave him to you. That was scary at first, so you used the cave and the shackles. But eventually he willingly became your servant. And when Kinbott came close to discovering the truth, you had Tyler kill her and pin it on Xavier." Wednesday explained the entire plan, Thornhill sighs and removes her glasses.

"Ugh. That's enough. Tyler, honey, make Mama happy and shut her up. Permanently."

"He's not on your side."

"Tyler will do anything for me. Remember what I told you? I showed you who you really are. What they did to your mother...The outcasts made you a monster."

"If you only hate outcasts, why is he killing normies as well?"

"They're just pawns in a bigger game. Just like you, Wednesday. Once again, you've underestimated the situation. You were never getting on that train. I sent Tyler to intercept you."

"I never made it to the station. Heard enough?" Wednesday asks Tyler, Thornhill looks a bit confused and watches as Tyler transforms into Weems.

"Your slave is probably still at the station." Wednesday said, Thornhill looks caught in a trap, a trap she cannot weasel her way out.

"Don't make this more difficult than it already is, Marilyn." Weems said sadly, Laurel, enraged snaps.

"My name is Laurel!" she jams the syringe into the neck of Weems, poisoning her. Weems collaspes, choking as the nightshade. Wednesday rushes to her side.

"Principal Weems! Principal Weems!" She says, but the poison courses though her veins, and Weems perishes.

"Nightshade poisoning. A fitting end, don't you think?" Wednesday turns to Thornhill who knocks hero it cold with a shovel. She drags Wednesday away, little does Thornhill know, Thing is watching, he runs off to find (Y/n). (Y/n) was still in his room, actually contemplating murder, he feels aggressive thumping on his window and he walks over to it, he senses a small thing moving.

"Thing?" He opens it and thing leaps in and begins to frantically tap.

"Woah woah slow down.. what's wrong?" He stops and thumps away.

"Weems? Thornhill? Where did they take her?! What do you mean you don't know?!" He stands up and runs to his window.

"IGVIND!" He yells, he steps back and soon crows come flying in. They sit at different places.

"Wednesday is missing, find her, now!" He yells, he snaps his fingers and they fly out in droves. He turns to Thing.

"Go get Enid! I'm checking the greenhouse." He said before leaving quickly, he rushes out of the room and heads to the Greenhourse. Wednesday groggily awakens from her beating, which Tyler watches her. She hangs from her cuffs from a hook.

"Kind of a déjà vu thing we got going on, huh?" He says with a smirk.

"Except I won't cry and whine like a child."

"Tyler, go wait by the boat." Laurel says, preparing the ritual. "Yes. Listen to your master and be a good little Hyde." Wednesday keeps her stern demeanor as Tyler leaves.

"I have to admit..that shape-shifting stunt with Weems almost worked. But as my father always said, "If you want to outsmart an outcast, you got to out-think 'em." You know, we have roots that go all the way back to Joseph Crackstone."

"So you come from a line of psychotic killers too."

"Joseph Crackstone was a visionary, dedicated to protecting normies from outcasts until his life was cut short by your ancestor, Goody Addams. And then, to add insult to injury, they stole his land to build that abomination of a school. But, throughout the centuries, my family has remained committed to Crackstone's mission. My brother died serving that cause. I decided to take a different approach. The supernatural." Laurel places jars of human body parts with Tesla coils at the top of them surrounding the coffin.

"Tyler's been collecting these body parts to resurrect Crackstone. The one man who nearly succeeded in eradicating the outcasts. You can't wake the dead. Believe me, I've tried."

"I believe your ancestor Goody Addams would disagree." Laurel shows the book.

"Goody's Book of Shadows. You're the one that stole the original from Pilgrim World."

"It wasn't enough for Goody to kill Crackstone. She had to curse his soul too."

"What does this have to do with me? My dear Wednesday, you are the key. Your arrival at Nevermore set the chubby wheels of my plan in motion. You see, Goody sealed Crackstone in his sarcophagus with a blood lock, as Revenge for Killing her Lover, Cianán, she views it as blood for blood. And "Only one of her direct descendants can open it. You are the key. A living descendant on the night of a blood moon. So... I bided my time, and I made you feel special until you were ready to be sacrificed." Laurel caresses Wednesdays bleeding head, only to take the blood from her and smear it on the seal and open Goodys book, she begins to speak in Latin. Soon the jars begin to light up! Electricity dancing between them. Black smoke begins to emulate from the coffin and it bursts open! Crackstone has been resurrected! The impact throws Wednesday off of the hook and she hits the ground. Using this opportunity she begins to unshackle herself. Crackstone, now a decrepit demon is greeted by Laurel..

"I am of your blood. I have summoned you to rid the world of outcasts once and for all." she says and Kisses his ring.

"My vengeance will be swift and true."

"As will mine." Wednesday prepares to fight Crackstone, but the man grabs the girl by the neck, lifting her up.

"Goody Addams. You haunt me still. You will suffer the same fate you bequeathed me. Now burn in the eternal fires of hell." he says smiling, Wednesdays legs flail, until a "Shink" is heard, she swings the foot blade (Y/n) gave her, right into the unmentionables of Crackstone who growls in pain and drops her, Wednesday stood up, but only to receive a dagger to the side by Laurel.

"Go to hell, Where you belong. Sweet dreams, Wednesday!" She says, as she watches Wednesday collapse down. The two, now satisfied with their revenge leave Wednesday to bleed to death. As she lies on a pool of her slowly cooling blood, Goody appears.

"Wednesday."

"Are you here to take me to the other side?"

"Listen, Crackstone must be stabbed through his black heart. It is the only way he will be vanquished now and forever."

"Is your spectral vision impaired? I'm dying." Wednesday said, but the doors open from the crypt, and she can only turn to see the shadow of a man approaching, goody sees it, and her eyes go wide.

"Cianán." She says, the man runs to the side of Wednesdays to see it's (Y/n) he looks absolutely panicked.

"Wednesday! It's okay! I'm here now, Cmon. Just, relax." He says, he begins to do what he can.

"When I remove the knife, be ready I'll have to use Cauterization. Just, deep breath. He begins to cast a bit of magic on his finger. He grips the blade and Wednesday takes a deep breath. He quickly pulls the blade from her side. He then places his burning finger along her abdomen to close the wound witu heat. She grabs his hand, squeezing it hard as she tries to keep the sounds of pain low, but it was a low whimper. As the wound is close. He picks her up like his bride to be. He smiles so happily.

"Thank god I found you! Thing told me what happened! Cmon we have to get you somewhere safe." He rushes out with her in tow and Wednesday begins to move.

"I can walk by myself now, thank you for saving me.." she said, he hugs her.

"I'm never gonna leave you side, you know that." He says, but their reunion was interrupted by Tyler.

"Laurel said you were dead."

"I'm feeling much better now."

"You're like a cockroach."

"Please, flattery will get you nowhere." She says, and they watches Tyler transform into the Hyde, (Y/n) steps up with his cane, ready to fight him.

"I've been waiting for this!" He charges at Tyler, who swings at him, he ducks under and leaps into his back, chocking him again witu his cane. But this time flyer predicts it and spins, hurling him into a tree. (Y/n) slowly begins to get up, but a pair of claws slam him into the tree. Tyler squeezes his neck, choking the life out of (Y/n) Wednesday rushes over to help but gets swatted away. Tyler raises his hand against, before a howl echoes and something tackles the Hyde. He drops down coughing to sense a pale werewolf, the smell lingers. He slowly backs away, wondering what evil this could be, the werewolf turns to him, seemingly happy, he sniffs the air and smells something. Full Moon Nail polish.

"Enid? You.. you did it!" He says so happy, Tyler rose to fight and (Y/n) feels Wednesday grab his arm.

"We need to get back to the school, Crackstone is going to kill everyone!"

"But, Enid—"

"Enid isn't some little girl, she can handle herself, she's really done it." Wednesday said, Enid turns to them with a reassuring bark. (Y/n) shakily sighs.

"Okay, Go get Em! And Enid.. I'm so proud of you." He says, she can't help but smile and charges to hold off Tyler. (Y/n) and Wednesday run off to stop Crackstone, who enters the main area. As students run, Laurel smiles

"I can't tell you how I've longed for this moment, what it means for my family."

"Silence, woman! Be gone, or I will cut thy tongue from thy wretched mouth!"

"...Never meet your heroes." Laurel says before leaving.

"I will expunge you abominations from this Earth!" Crackstone yells.

"Howdy, pilgrim." He turns around to see Wednesday, still alive, her heart still beating.

"How canst thy heart still beat? What demon sorcery is this?" He yells, he turns around as (Y/n) comes leaping off a floor to attack, Crackstone uses his staff to halt him in his place and then hurl him into a Pilar breaking it. It lands on his back and he struggles to get up, Wednesday now faces off against Crackstone, (Y/n) reaches for his cane and hurls it.

"Wednesday!" He yells and she catches it.

"Twist the Handle!" He yells and she does, she hears a mechanism unlock, she begins to pull and reveal its true power, a blade! A cane sword!" Wednesdays and Crackstone do battle, using her more reflexes to avoid his attacks, but with his magic she is unfortunately no match, using his staff to pin her down. (Y/n) pushes the pillar off of him and charges at Crackstone, using his strength he slams him into the ground and begins to pummel on him. Each punch having a deep impact. Before he can continue, Crackstone used his staff against to slam the blind hero into the fountain. And choke him. He leers over (Y/n).

"I will siphon the life out of you! And then goody! I'll put an end to your twisted bloodline!" He laughs, his cackling just enraged (Y/n), so much that he has no choice. And with a final visceral scream

He opens his eyes.

As if hell itself explodes, Crackstone and Wednesdays were blown away. She can only watches as flames dance around (Y/n), his shadow growing like a multiple armed demon. The flames Grow in ferocity as the blinding heat from his opening bellows though the world itself seemingly. Crackstone slowly backs away, seeing that his left arm, was completely disintegrated into ash. He can watch as (Y/n) walks from the flames, his shadow now has transformed into a monster with multiple arms. He sees (y/n) stands there and utter a chilling quote.

"Now I am become death... the destroyer of Worlds.."

(Y/n) opens his eyes as only flashes of gold bellow form it, as a wave of golden death blasts from his eyes, turning Crackstone into nothing but ash. He closes his eyes again, and he turns to look for Wednesday, who approaches him. He smiles and hugs her, and finally.. Wednesday hugs back. His smile quickly fades as he grabs her and spins, they swap places as a bullet hits his back, Wednesday watches him lurch forward. She peers past him to Laurel.

"I might not get to kill all the outcasts, but at least I'll get to kill you." She says and unloads more, (Y/n) grabs Wednesday, making sure they don't hit her, but seven rounds riddles hud back, and he collapses onto the ground. Wednesday rolls (Y/n) into his back as he chokes on his own blood. His eyes open once more, and Laurel turns to ash, he laughs before us body gives out and Wednesday grabs him.

"(Y/n)! Hold on! I'll get you to the hospital you just need to—" She winces in pain trying to pick him up, but his hand gently holds hers, as he feels his grip slowly start to, weaken, Wednesday holds her emotions together, but she slowly began to crumble as she can only see him choke on the blood filling his lungs.

"(Y/n) if you die on me I will kill you.." she didn't say it out of anger or hatred, it was fear that her vision was coming to fruition.

"... Please don't leave me." She says, and a single tear falls down her cheek, her voice was shaking, so scared.

"Heh.." he laughs, he opens his eyes, and Wednesday finally sees them, and he sees her, the power has seemingly been snapped from them, and she looks at his beautiful eyes. He smiles though the blood coated grin.

"I did say, I'd burn the world down.. just to see you... totally worth it." He says smiling, but his grin slowly fades, and so does the light in his eyes. His grip is no longer there. Wednesday was now truly ocvercome with emotion, tears fell but she didn't cry, she just stares at his body. More students began to fill the main room. Enid approaches and was in disbelief, she fell to her knees and wept. Wednesday closes her eyes and truly felt despair, before Goody kneels down next to her.

"Wednesday." She says, Wednesday turned to goody and she touched (Y/n).

"Allow me to save him, I was not able to save my Cianán, but allow me to save yours." She says, her body begins to dissipate into dust, and there's silence, besides Enids painful cries, Wednesdays places her head on his chest, and hears a single thump.

"Enid stop! He's alive! We have to get him to the hospital, now!"

One Week Later.

(Y/n)'s eyes open to a hospital room, he struggles to sit up but sees that his wounds have healed naturally. He sees the countless flowers and such for him and he sees Enid snoring on his lap. He chuckled and pets her.

"Hey, sleepyhead." He says, Enid grumbled and opens her eyes, she finally processes what's going on and hugs him so hard.

"(Y/N)!" She yells, crying. He laughs and does as well.

"It's so good to see you!" He said, she holds on for what seems to be forever before letting go. Enid wipes her mascara off.

"When I saw all that blood I was so scared and Wednesday said you were okay.. and you spend a week in here and...and.. and.." Enid was trying to speak and was too busy trying not to cry, so it just came out as a jumbled mess. He just pets her.

"Hey, calm down, but I gotta know, how did it feel the wolf out finally?"

"It felt, different, new... thanks to you. You always had my back." She says, "What are besties for? Where's Wednesday?" He asks, Enid smiles so warmly at that.

Wednesday was sitting in the dorm room on the bed, staring at the ground. She was just wearing black shorts and (Y/n)'a hoodie. Enid steps in giddy and she smiles.

"So.. how are you feeling?"

"Absolutely dreadful."

"Oh, so nothings changed... well someone wants to see you."

"Enid I don't wish to speak to anyone." Wednesday said, a person steps in and Enid sits on her bed smiling, a person kneels down to face Wednesday and her eyes look up to (Y/n).

"... you're, not a ghost are you?"

"What? Have you been seeing ghosts?" He laughs and Wednesday slowly begins to grow in anger.

"Are you.. Serious?"

"Heh... what?" He asks confused, Wednesday stands up, and begins to approach him, he slowly backs away at the same time.

"You get yourself shot, and you die, and the first thing you say to me is some stupid joke?" Wednesday said fuming, (Y/n)'a attitude shifts to absolute fear. “Does my concern for your well-being mean absolutely anything to you?” She says, her voice growing in anger, (Y/n) felt another breach in death approaching.

"I-I mean well.."

"I, hate you." Wednesday said, which hurt (Y/n).

"Wednesday I—"

"Silence, I hate how you made me feel, I hate it when you smile, I hate it when you grab my hands and make me fluster, I hate it when you make terrible jokes only to annoy and or amuse me. I hate it when you're always at my side even when I don't deserve it, I hate it when you treat me like you aren't scared of me, like I'm a normal person”

when I'm not. I hate that you care about me, when I don't deserve it.... I hate how much you love me..

"Just as much as i hate how much I... love you." Wednesday said, admitting her love. (Y/n) didn't know what to say, and she just grabbed his face and kissed him. Without any stopping his hands wrapped around her waist and pushed their lips deeper into each other, he picks her up and Carrie's her off to her bed and lies her down, crawling on top he presses his lips back into hers, and Wednesdays grips his button up and tears it off, he kissed her neck, letting Wednesday finally enjoy the reward she so desperately fought for. The slightest moan escapes from her purse lips as his hand slowly slides along her leg, further upward.

As the two, like wild animals go at it, Enid watches absolutely horrified as his jacket landed at her feet.

"Ahem, AHEM!" She says louder, the two stop and turn to face her. Their lips part and they realize Enid was still there. They quickly get off of each other and sit there.

"You two are so... cute!" She says, "Did you remember she was here?" (Y/n) whispers.

"I did, I just didn't care." She responds. A sigh comes from (Y/n). But rather complaining he spends the rest of the day with his closest Allies. But all good things must come to said end, (Y/n) woke in his bedroom and began to Yawn, he attempts to stretch but a vise like grip was on him, Wednesday. She decided to sleep over in his dorm. She hasn’t let him out of her sight since his death.

“Wednesday?” He says, she awakens, with a tiny yawn like a deadly kitten, (Y/n) attempts to hold in his urge to mush her adorable face.

“Is it Morning?” She asks.

“Yes, so… can you let me—“

“No.”

“… Wednesday you’ll have to let me go eventually, I won’t get killed going to the bathroom.”

“…”

“Please?” He asks, She relents and lets him go, he smiles and gently kisses her forhead. Eventually getting dressed and entering the principals old room, The Trio stand inside the Principals office..

"I hate to admit, but I am gonna miss Principal Weems." Enid says.

"She could be a real pain." (Y/n) Said calmly.

"But she was tough. And she died for the one thing she truly loved, this school. For that, I have immense respect." Wednesday said.

"She was one of us. So...Now that classes are canceled for the semester, you have to come visit me in San Francisco." Enid says smiling.

"I can pretty much guarantee fog and drizzle every day. Your kind of weather." (Y/n) adds in.

"Sounds tempting." She says, they enter the foyer as Enid goes to get her things, and (Y/n) gives her one final gift, a phone.

"So... Welcome to the 21st century, Addams. My number's in there already." (Y/n) said, just a way for us to keep in contact. "That's a bold move. I hope you're not expecting me to call." She says.

"No, I'm just awaiting your desperate need to see your man."

"As egotistical as ever, but.. while It will he dreadful to depart, how can I assure you'll never wary?"

"Wednesday I'd never look at another girl.." (Y/n) says.

"I know...but I cannot say the same for the numerous harlots here, so I just mark my territory." Wednesday said.

".... you're not gonna like, pee on me are you?" (Y/n) asks scared, Wednesday scoffs and just grabs his tie, she yanks him into a long deep kiss in front of everyone, she lets him go as he just stands there.

"Any woman who would even dare getting their lips that close to yours not know the consequences."

"Uh.. how do you know that would work?" He asks, and he sees Wednesday, smirk?"

"I'm very perceptive." She responds, he couldn't help but smile at that.

"...I'm really gonna miss you. My little nightmare." He says.

"... I'll miss you too." She replies and leaves, as Wednesday departs, she opens her phone to find two contacts, (Y/n), and Enid. And a mysterious message, which shows pictures of her and (Y/n) talking and the words "I see you."

"My very first stalker. Maybe this forced vacation will be more interesting than I imagined. Unlike my novel, not every thread has been tied up, nor every question answered. Secrets are still lurking in the dark corners of Jericho. Were Laurel Gates and Tyler just pawns in a bigger game? Will today's stalker become tomorrow's nemesis? I know the suspense is killing you.."

"My first girlfriend, I'll admit didn't expect it to be a emotionally castrated Emo. And I gotta say I love it, Nevermore was never normal but she made it abnormal, and to think that this is only my second year! I know you're all dying to know what happens next well...

"I guess you just have to wait and.. See."

To be continued…

Until season 2 of course…