#I did a cool and fun little symbolism thing…….if you can figure it out you get a cookie :)

[froggychair05]

Scene from Chapter Seven <3

[kaitlyn-imagines]

Hey hey, so I saw ur requests were open and that you write for LOTR so I was hoping to get a fem!reader x Legolas fic!

I’ve seen a few stories play with the idea of braids being like, intimate or romantic in elf culture and the reader accidentally confessing to Legolas by braiding his hair? Like, reader braids his hair without knowing the significance and Legolas thinks they’re confessing, real sweet misunderstanding type stuff!!

I think it would be real fun, however, to get a fanfic where the reader braids his hair as a confession but Legolas assumes she doesn’t know what it means cause she’s human! Like, the reader knows the significance of braiding to elves but Legolas doesn’t know that she knows, so she’s trying to figure out why it’s not working while Legolas is trying not to make things awkward by confronting her!

I hope I explained my idea well, I tend to struggle with describing things. If you’re not fully sure what I mean you can also just go with the first accidental confession concept as well!! It’s still real cute

Also, sorry for making this a tad long!! I just wanted to rly make sure to properly communicate my thoughts

Hope you’re having a good day/night :))

This is such a cute idea! Very rom-com haha. Congrats on being my first official LOTR fic, its lowkey intimidating with all the lore and history in canon buuut we persevere for hot men hehe

Legolas Greenleaf x Human!Reader

Warnings: Love confessions, mild spice at the end I don’t speak Sindarin/Silvan so sorry if these are poor translations lol

Words: 1494

The air felt cool and comfortable, and the sound of mellifluous, layered birdsong carried on the wind as it weaved through the branches of the Mirkwood trees. Small patches of dappled sunlight managed to break past the thick canopy above, illuminating your book as you sat cross-legged atop a monstrously large tree root. The root itself was nearly your twice your height in diameter, and appeared more like a bridge as it stretched across a trickling creek just eight feet below.

You hummed softly to yourself, eyebrows slightly furrowed as you studied the current page of your book. The book itself was written in Sindarin on ancient yellowed paper, though this did not serve as a hinderance to you.

You were a renowned scholar, hailing from the human kingdom of Gondor, with your primary discipline of study being Elven history and culture. As such, you’ve spent the past two years on sabbatical, immersing yourself in the region of Northern Mirkwood.

During your time in the Woodland Realm, you were pleased to have earned the honor to be considered part of the elvellyn, or elf-friends. Nearly more-so, you were pleased to also have formed a strong friendship with the prince of Mirkwood, who sat before you now.

You traced the illustration in your book, following the patterns of braids with your eyes before lifting them to where Legolas had his back to you. He was a perfect example of stillness. Your hands held the strands of his long hair gingerly, and you twisted one of the pieces over the other in the same fashion as your book displayed.

Your hands were slow and methodical, determined to braid his hair as authentically as possible to the source material. After all, different Elven braids held cultural significance, and you wanted to ensure you got your meaning across successfully.

Often, the act of braiding one’s hair was a sign of emotional intimacy—certain braid patterns were used amongst soldiers to garner good luck before a battle, while others were purely reserved for the bond between mother and child. The current pattern you were practicing on Legolas, however, was neither of these. It was a symbol of romantic affection—a confession, so to speak.

When you’d first asked Legolas to let you braid his hair, he gave you little to no reaction. He simply agreed to help you practice, and sat with you now in a companionable silence. Certainly not the reaction you had expected, especially considering the significance of the braid you had selected to do.

Were you doing it wrong? You glanced down at the book again, double checking your work thus far, but as expected, you had weaved the blonde strands in a flawless imitation. You bit the inside of your cheek, and were grateful his back was turned to you so he did not see your confuddled expression.

Meanwhile, Legolas was holding his breath as he sat before you. Your graceful fingers played with his hair with all the tenderness in the world. His skin pebbled as your nails scratched gently along his scalp, and he bit back the pleased sigh threatening to escape his lips.

He remained deathly still, trying with all his might not to overreact to the situation. The braid you’d selected to practice was particularly intimate, reserved for lovers and admirers. But you were a human, simply here to study his culture…there was no way you would have asked to braid his hair in such a manner if you knew what it meant.

And yet, as he told himself this over and over in his mind, he could not deny the contentment he felt as you braided his hair. The privacy of the forest, the morning sunlight kissing the earth where it shined through the leaves…it was all so intimate. He had to remind himself to inhale and exhale normally. You were oblivious to the situation you’d put him in. He would not make a fool of himself by reading into the situation and confronting you about it.

You finished up the last few knots of the braid, tying it off with a small band of woven string. As you gazed at your handiwork, comparing it once more to the reference material, you felt yourself release a satisfied sigh. “There we are,” you breathed. “I reckon it’s a good first attempt, wouldn’t you say?”

Legolas reached a hand up behind his head to trace the braid now cascading down his back, a deep hum reverberating in his throat. “I can not disagree,” he conceded, and turned to face you finally. As always, you felt breathless at the sight of him. He was beautiful even by Elven standards, his cool blue-grey eyes akin to an early morning dew.

You watched with bated breath for his reaction, carefully searching his expression for any trace of understanding. He had agreed that your execution had been well-done, and yet…he did not acknowledge the message that should have been blaringly obvious.

He looked as cool and composed as ever, though his eyebrows furrowed slightly as he seemed to catch something shift in your expression. “Are you displeased?” he asked, and you quickly turned your face from him to your book once more.

“I don’t understand,” you muttered to yourself, flipping back and forth between the pages. “I followed the steps perfectly…did I miss something?”

Legolas watched as you murmured to yourself, mildly concerned by the change. He reached forward and placed his hand atop of yours to still you. Your face immediately lifted to look at him, confusion and misunderstanding swimming in your eyes.

“Why are you disconcerted?” he asked, his eyebrows knitting together. “As far as I can tell, you have managed to execute a perfectly decent Silvan braid. Considering you yourself are not of the race, should this not be pleasing to you?”

Your own expression matched his, the both of you confused by—what you felt—was the other’s lack of an appropriate reaction.

“That’s the thing,” you sighed, closing the book. “It didn’t…work.”

Legolas blinked at your admission, trying to make sense of what you were saying. There was no way you understood the social significance of the braid…did you?

But seeing you now, looking away as if you were self-conscious, he began to second-guess his previously held assumptions. In that moment, he decided to take the risk.

Legolas lifted his slender hand towards your cheek. He curved his thumb around the underside of your chin, raising it so you were looking at him. You felt your breath hitch in your throat, and the feeling of your mortal heartbeat quickened in your chest.

In his steely eyes was an intensity that had not been there before. It was as if the dim embers there had been dowsed in an accelerant, leaving behind a burning inferno of blue flame. A sensation of warmth began to tingle the apples of your cheeks. Legolas’ eyes darted down to your lips briefly, and he swallowed before forcing his them back up to yours.

“Do you know what you do to me, melethel?” his voice came out breathy and strained. “The delicate touch of your hands upon me—nay, the very vision of you threatens to destroy the remaining semblance of my self-control.”

You felt the heat on your cheeks begin to creep lower towards your neck, and his eyes seemed to follow the color down. His voice was husky as he spoke to you in his native tongue, “Le melin, a lín naid nín ú-barthatha. Aníron na dharthol na nin, sui galad vi dû.”

The confession was poetic and only slightly painful in its formality, but it was this noble restraint that drew you even closer to him. You felt your lips twitch upwards in amusement. Full of affection, you exhaled a small, “gi melin.” The informal, intimate ‘gi’ of your response seemed to shatter the last bit of his restraint, and within seconds he had leaned forward, and pressed his lips to yours.

Book long forgotten, your hands released it in favor of fisting the fabric of his shirt, trying to pull him impossibly closer. Your lips broke apart as you felt yourself fall backwards, your back pressing into the firm woody texture of the root you’d been perched on.

Legolas naturally slotted himself above you, and the braid you’d woven draped down over his shoulder and hung between you. You both panted, mere inches separating you as your breath mingled. His pupils were dilated more so than usual, but you didn’t have more than a few seconds to notice before you crashed together in another, searing kiss.

Bodies intertwined, you pulled apart and came together like the natural push and pull of the tide. You melded together in a collision of whispered endearments, scalding touches of skin, and the pure, unadulterated desire for the other.

You spent the remainder of that perfect afternoon upon the tree root, enjoying one another’s company as new lovers are known to do.

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Translation Guide:

Elvellyn – Elf-friends, (plural for elvellon), denotes the upgraded status of honored men who are considered friendly to Elven kind.

Melethel – A pet-name, such as darling or sweetheart

Le melin, a lín naid nín ú-barthatha. Aníron na dharthol na nin, sui galad vi dû. – I love you (formal), and your deeds will not be forgotten by me. I wish for you to stay with me, like light in shadow.

Gi melin – I love you (informal, used between close friends and lovers)

[apollosgiftofprophecy]

Concept: In The Burning Maze, I think it would have been cool if one of the crossword puzzles in the labyrinth had been a mathematical equation.

Specifically, a mathematical equation on mathematical logic, such as negations.

Why? Because Apollo is the god of mathematics and I think it would be funny if Grover and Meg were standing there, staring with horror at:

~(~(p^q))

"What is this nonsense?" Asks Meg, a literal sixth grader who has never before encountered college-level math.

"I...I don't know!" Responds Grover, anxiously wringing his hands. He also has never come across something like this before. "I never went to high school!"

"Is it code for something?"

"The little carrot there looks kinda like a Greek Delta- is Daedalus related somehow?"

"A carrot-what?"

"The carrot!" Grover points at the symbol between the 'p' and 'q'. "It looks like the Delta symbol!"

"Oooh. Okay."

The sentence below the odd thing reads;

Solve my riddle,

Or play second fiddle,

You can find me in education,

For I am the ________!

"...What does that mean?" Grover whimpers.

Meg looks stumped.

"...negation," Apollo's staring at the strange equation. "'Solve my riddle, or play second fiddle. You can find me in education, for I am the negation!'. That's the missing word in the rhyme."

They stare at him. "How do you know that?" Grover bewilderedly asks. "It makes no sense!"

"Math logic," Apollo simply says. "This particular one is...about first, second-year level in college, I'd say."

Grover closes his eyes, muttering; "No wonder I couldn't solve it." as Meg stares first at the equation, then at Apollo.

"What even is a negation?"

"That," Apollo points to the squiggly lines. "It cancels the truth values out, giving you the opposite of what's inside the parathesis."

"...What?"

Apollo huffs. "The 'p' and 'q' both represent something, like two parts of a sentence. The carrot can be upside-down or right-side-up, representing 'or' or 'and' in that sentence."

"Which way is up when?" Grover looked to be on the verge of tears as the realization math did not, in fact, end with numbers or numbers and letters.

"Uh..." Apollo made a 'V' with his hands. "If it's like this, it's 'or'. If it's like this," he made a tiny pyramid with his hands. "It's 'and'. Imagine a line through the center, like an 'A'. That's 'and'."

Grover rubbed at his eyes. "Too much," he whimpered. "Too much."

Apollo gave him an awkward pat on the shoulder. "In this case," he said. "It's saying 'and'. The negation, well, negates their values, so it becomes-" he pats his pants and looks in his pockets. "Anyone have a pen and paper...?"

Blank looks met his. "Okay, then...then just imagine a squiggly line in front of the 'p' and 'q'. That's what the first negation does. Then the second one negates that negation, taking the squiggly lines away."

Breathing in, he finished with; "So our mathematical answer would be, 'p and q', written with the carrot right-side-up- like the 'A'."

The tunnel was silent.

Then it was broken. "How do you know all that?" Meg demanded, looking extremely confused. "That makes no sense. I thought there were numbers."

"There are," Apollo patiently explained. "But this is a logic problem, and they don't do numbers."

"Never before have I been grateful to not to have to go to college," Grover rubbed at his temples. "Algebra was bad enough. Now this?"

"Hey!" Apollo looked slightly offended. "It's all quite fun, really, when you figure it out! Besides, we didn't even have to solve it!"

"Then why did you?" Meg asked.

Apollo stared at her. "Because you asked me too-!"

"Nope." She blew a raspberry. "None of us did."

He closed his eyes, as if praying for mercy.

"Anyway," Apollo gave both of them the stink-eye. "Math and music were quite intertwined back in the day, so the Muses and I are quite adept at it- Thalia's the geometry queen, and whatever you do, do not say 'Bet you can't solve this in a minute' to Urania. She will make you look stupid."

"Bet that's not hard."

"Oh, shut up."

insert cackle from Meg

"ANYWAY," Apollo gives her the stink-eye. "Ancient Greece was a breeding ground for mathematical minds- Pythagoras, for one, who was my son to boot! Even Hestia enjoys looking over Hephaestus's construction equations in her spare time."

The other two stared at him, as if shocked the gods would find math, of all things, fun.

Apollo awkwardly glanced away from them. He didn't know what their reactions would be if he told them of the many contributions he has made to the world of mathematics. For some reason, silly mortals didn't seem to appreciate the hard work put into them!

Sighing, he said; "Uh, Labyrinth, the answer is 'negation'. We got side-tracked there for a bit."

One hallway in front of them glowed with the answer. Without another word, they quickly speed-walked down the passage-way.

[anonymousewrites]

Nobody's Soldier (Book 1) Chapter Four

Found Family! Supernatural x Teen! Reader

Chapter Four: Psychic Reading

Summary: The Winchesters and Bobby take (Y/N) to Pamela, a psychic. Things go...weird.

            “Bobby!” A woman with dark hair and a big grin opened the door of the little house happily. She instantly hugged him. “Rrr!” She lifted him off the ground from the force.

            “You’re a sight for sore eyes,” said Bobby, smiling.

            “So, are these the boys?” said Pamela, looking over Sam and Dean.

            “Sam, Dean, Pamela Barnes,” said Bobby. “Best damn psychic in the state.”

            Cool, thought (Y/N).

            “Hey,” said Dean.

            “Hi,” said Sam.

            “And this must be the kid hunter you told me about,” said Pamela.

            “I’m (Y/N),” said (Y/N).

            “Just keeping an eye on them for now,” said Bobby.

            “Mm.” Pamela hummed and looked at them. She smiled slightly. “Someone cares about you.” She gestured to the necklace around (Y/N)’s neck. “Spirit quartz is supposed to protect people.”

            (Y/N) touched the stone. “My parents gave it to me.”

            “Interesting,” said Pamela. She looked around (Y/N) as if seeing something they couldn’t and then grinned. She looked at Bobby. “You always bring me some fun. A man pulled from Hell and a kid with fireworks for an aura.” She stepped back. “Come on in.”

            (Y/N) frowned. I don’t know enough about auras to understand what’s going on.

            “So, hear anything?” said Bobby.

            “Well, I Ouija-ed my way through a dozen spirits,” said Pamela. “No one seems to know who broke your boy out or why.”

            “Soo, what’s next?” asked Bobby.

            “A séance, I think,” said Pamela. “See if we can see who did the deed.” She nodded to (Y/N). “Or we try to get answers about if demons are going to come after them.”

            “Kid first,” said Bobby. “We don’t know what is going to come up about Dean.”

            “Hey,” said Dean.

            “Kid’s the safer start,” said Bobby.

            “He’s right, Dean,” said Sam. “And the sooner we figure out if there’s a demon trying to finish off their family, the sooner we can help them and get them somewhere safe.”

            (Y/N) furrowed their brow, and Pamela noticed. She grinned in amusement. “Come on, kiddo. Let’s get this started.”

            She led them to a room at the back of her house, and the group followed, looking around at the randomized collection of decorations. Bobby pulled the curtains shut, throwing the room into darkness, and Pamela threw a tablecloth over a round table. Sewn securely onto the cloth was a pentacle—a symbol of protection.

            Pamela crouched to grab some candles, and Dean not-so-subtly noticed that she had a tattoo reading “Jesse Forever” on her back.

            “Who’s Jesse?” he asked.

            Pamela chuckled and straightened. “Well, it wasn’t forever.”

            “His loss,” said Dean.

            Sam rolled his eyes, and (Y/N) found themself doing the same.

            “Might be your gain,” said Pamela, smirking.

            “Dude, I’m so in,” said Dean.

            “Yeah, she’s going to eat you alive,” scoffed Sam.

            “Hey, I just got out a jail, bring it,” said Dean.

            “You’re invited, too,” said Pamela to Sam, grinning.

            Sam laughed as Dean pointed at him and said, “You’re not invited.”

            “Sit down, (Y/N),” said Pamela, winking as Dean squabbled with his brother.

            (Y/N) couldn’t honestly tell whether she was joking around with Dean and Sam or not, but they weren’t there to judge. So, (Y/N) obeyed, sitting at a chair pulled to one of the pentacle’s star points. Pamela lit the candles and gestured for everyone to sit. Bobby, Pamela, Sam, and Dean completed each of the five corners.

            In the shadowed room, silence descended while Pamela took a deep breath. She exhaled, and the sound echoed slightly.

            “Take each other’s hands,” instructed Pamela.

            (Y/N) took one of hers and one of Sam’s. Sam held Dean’s on the other side, and then it was Bobby. The candles flickered on the table and caught the indigo gleam of (Y/N)’s necklace.

            “Spirits beyond the veil,” said Pamela, eyes closed. She spoke with no jest now, completely somber. “I speak to you. I command you to speak in return.”

            A soft whisper passed beside (Y/N)’s ear, and they stiffened.

            “This child—” Pamela’s eyes opened, and they looked at (Y/N) “—(Y/N) (L/N). They’ve come in search of answers from their recently departed parents. They remain in danger. Speak now so we may understand—”

            The candle flames flickered and turned a deep purple. Bobby, Sam, and Dean stared at the fire and then at (Y/N), who was equally confused.

            “You cannot speak with them; they do not hear,” said Pamela, speaking to unseen beings.

            Are…my parents here? thought (Y/N), eyes widening. Their heart ached acutely, the pain surging through them with renewed strength.

            “Yes. They are protected by hunters,” said Pamela.

            The flames dulled back to gold but continued flickering. Dean and Sam exchanged looks as the candles spoke with the words of the spirits only Pamela could comprehend.

            “The demons that killed you. Why did they do it?” asked Pamela. She frowned, and again the wind whistled beside all of them, hiding all the words of the veil. “Seals…Corrupt a child…Corrupt the innocence of the power of this world.”

            The supernatural world? thought (Y/N).

            “Seals?” said Dean.

            Bobby shrugged at Dean. Sam furrowed his brow and looked at (Y/N). Their gaze remained on the candles.

            “Are they still in danger?” said Pamela.

            The flames flared upwards, and the candles wept wax from the intense heat. “ALWAYS” flickered in the flames.

            Always.

            (Y/N) would always be in danger. They ignored the questioning and pitying looks landing on them. They let go of Sam’s hand as Pamela opened her eyes, sensing something. (Y/N) leaned forward.

            “Whoa—” interrupted Sam.

            (Y/N) ignored him, and their fingers brushed the candleflames. A subtle soot touched their fingertips, but they felt no heat. Closing their eyes, they spoke. “Thank you. I love you.”

            The flames flickered a final moment before dying down. (Y/N) pulled their hand back, still unharmed. Their parents had protected them in their final moments of contact. They would return to the other side of the veil now.

            “Is…that it?” said Dean uncertainly, looking at Pamela and at (Y/N).

            “They said all they could,” said Pamela.

            “So, the demons killed their parents because of some ‘seal?’ ” repeated Bobby. “Are you sure they didn’t say spell?”

            “Would you like to try being a psychic and tell me how to do my job?” asked Pamela, leaning on her elbows.

            Bobby raised his hands. “Just asking.”

            “They said seal,” said Pamela. “(Y/N), do you know what that means?”

            (Y/N) shook their head. “No.”

            “What was the second part about?” asked Dean. “The ‘corruption’ thing?”

            “Their demon said the demons needed to corrupt a child. Steal their innocence of the world,” said Pamela.

            “And murdering—” (Y/N) voice hitched on the word, but they swallowed and continued strongly “—my parents would make me understand that the world is darker than I could know.”

            Pamela’s gaze softened, and she nodded. “Yes. Symbols are just as powerful as literal interpretations of rituals.”

            “But the demons are still after them,” said Sam. “Shouldn’t they be done with them?” His brow was furrowed, mind somewhere else no matter how he spoke to the group.

            “The demons tried to kill me because they didn’t need me anymore,” said (Y/N) softly. “Whatever a seal is, they had done what they needed to, so I was just…there. I might not be important enough to look for.” They looked at Pamela. “Did they…say why I was in danger?”

            Their mother had spoken as if she knew (Y/N) would be going through a thousand challenges in their life. Was it just the demons? The supernatural world as whole? Something else? (Y/N) was terrified, and they desperately wanted their mom to hold them tight and tell them everything was going to be okay.

            “No,” said Pamela, regretful that she didn’t have an answer. Their parents had just been insisting of danger and pressing onto Pamela how important it was for them to be protected. “But they were certain you’re in danger. Permanent danger.” She looked at Bobby. “And I’m not a parent, but I’m guessing they’re pretty serious if they literally used their last words to protect their child.”

            (Y/N)’s heart clenched. They swallowed hard and nodded. “Thanks, Pamela.”

            What else was there to say? They still had no direction, and the minute Dean decided to remind everyone they needed to leave them somewhere “safe,” (Y/N) would be on their own to face the world. The Winchesters and Bobby didn’t have any responsibility to (Y/N), they knew that, but at least for now they weren’t alone. Once they were…the dangers awaiting them could swallow them whole, and (Y/N) had no idea how to deal with them.

            “It’s probably the usual ‘once you’re in the life, there’s only one way out’ your parents are worried about,” said Bobby. “They meant to teach you, and now…”

             “Right.” Clearing their throat, (Y/N) looked at Dean. “Your turn for a séance.”

            Dean looked at the candles that had been dancing just a few minutes earlier. “I don’t think I can put on a better show, but let’s try it anyway.”

            “C’mon,” said Pamela. “Switch with (Y/N). I need to touch what our mystery monster touched.”

            Dean grinned and wiggled his eyebrows at Sam as he switched with (Y/N). Sam rolled his eyes and sighed. Fortunately, Dean had the sense to lower the shoulder of his flannel and roll up his t-shirt to reveal the branded handprint on his arm.

            Pamela nodded and put her hand over it. She took Bobby’s hand again, and everyone held hands again. Pamela closed her eyes, and (Y/N) followed suit. Dean just watched everyone, slightly uncomfortable (nervous) to discover what had pulled him from Hell and for what purpose.

            This time, Pamela spoke in a searching manner. She was accustomed to spirits, but what she was about to attempt required more strength and focus. “I invoke, conjure, and command you—appear unto me before this circle. I invoke, conjure, and command you—appear unto me before this circle. I invoke, conjure, and command you—appear unto me before this circle.”

            A shiver ran down (Y/N)’s spine. A moment after, they heard static from the nearby TV, and the eerie, high-pitched ringing returned to piece their ears. The table shook beneath their hands. Whatever this being was, it was powerful.

            “Castiel?” asked Pamela. “No, sorry, Castiel, I don’t scare easy.” She spoke with brave certainty.

            “Castiel?” said Dean.

            “Its name,” said Pamela, intensely focused. “It’s whispering to me, warning me to turn back.”

            (Y/N) furrowed their brow. A warning…did it mean harm then if it was telling her of danger? (Y/N) wasn’t sure about how monsters usually operated, but they had questions.

            “I conjure and command you—show me your face,” said Pamela. The table shook. “I conjure and command you—show me your face! I conjure and command you—show me your face!” The violent shaking of the table had everyone opening their eyes except for Pamela. “I conjure and command you—”

            “Maybe we should stop,” said Bobby warily.

            “I almost got it,” said Pamela fiercely, determined.

            “I command you—show me your face!” said Pamela. “Show me your face now!”

            Upon her forceful command, the candles flared upwards. Fire shot towards the ceiling, and Pamela screamed. As the candles shone violently, her eyes began to glow and then burn. Abruptly, the candles and the light died. Pamela slumped backwards out of her chair.

            (Y/N) stood up, eyes wide. Sam and Dean scrambled from their chairs in shock, and Bobby moved to Pamela’s side. Sam grabbed his phone and dialed 9-1-1 instantly. Bobby supported Pamela, and (Y/N) looked at her eyes in shock. Burn marks spread around the orbital bone, and blood dripped down her cheeks like tears. Pamela’s eyes had been burned out of her head.

            She sobbed. “I can’t see! I can’t see!”

            Dean looked up from her face to Bobby. (Y/N) looked at Dean, eyes wide. Whatever had pulled him from Hell was dangerous.

            “Oh, god!” sobbed Pamela.

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            (Y/N) barely listened to Dean ordering at the diner as they stared at Sam’s face while on the phone. Was Pamela doing alright? Did the hospital treat her well? Was there anything wrong with her other than her eyes? There was no telling what this creature—this “Castiel”—was capable of.

            “Yeah, you bet,” said Sam, closing his phone and sitting down.

            “How’s Pamela?” asked (Y/N), leaning forward instantly.

            “Pam’s stable and out of ICU,” said Sam.

            “And blind ‘cause of us,” said Dean, frustration written all over his face.

            “And we still have no clue what we’re dealing with,” said Sam. “Or what to do with you.” He gestured to (Y/N).

            “Teach me to hunt so I don’t immediately get killed knowing about monsters?” suggested (Y/N).

            “No,” said Sam.

            (Y/N) huffed.

            “We got a name,” said Dean. “Castiel or whatever. With the right mumbo jumbo, we could summon him, bring him right to us.”

            “You’re crazy. Absolutely not,” said Sam.

            “We’ll work him over,” said Dean forcefully. “I mean, after what he did?”

            “Pam took a peek at him, and her eyes burned out of her skull,” argued Sam. “And you want to have a face-to-face?”

            “You got a better idea?” challenged Dean.

            “Yeah, as a matter of fact, I do,” said Sam. “I followed some demons to town, right?”

            “Okay?” said Dean.

            “So we go find them,” said Sam. “Someone’s got to know something about something.”

            “He’s got a point. If you can get information without getting too close to the real issue, you might be safer.” (Y/N) narrowed their eyes. “Only a little. Demons are dicks.”

            “Language,” said Dean and Sam.

            (Y/N) rolled their eyes.

            The waitress arrived back at their table and set pieces of pie down in front of all three. Then, she herself sat down. Sam, Dean, and (Y/N) looked at her, confused.

            “You angling for a tip?” said Dean.

            “I’m sorry.” The woman wore a pleasant but slightly mischievous smile. “I thought you were looking for us.” She blinked, and her eyes turned black. A demon.

            Sam and Dean tensed. (Y/N) stiffened, and anger flamed within their chest as the image of their parents at the mercy of demons surged to the forefront of their mind. Around the diner, several more people stood, eyes turning black. The only humans were the Winchesters and (Y/N). One of the demons walked to the door and locked it, turning back to face them. They were trapped.

            “Dean,” said the woman, eyes back to a human shade. “To Hell and back. Aren’t you a lucky duck?”

            “That’s me,” said Dean coldly.

            “So, you get to just stroll out of the pit, huh?” said the woman, sneering slightly. “Tell me, what makes you so special?”

            “I like to think it’s because of my perky nipples,” said Dean with a smirk, pleased with himself. The demon stared at him, unimpressed. Dean scowled. “I don’t know. It wasn’t my doing. I don’t know who pulled me out.”

            “Right,” scoffed the demon. “You don’t.” Clearly, she didn’t believe him.

            “No, I don’t,” repeated Dean forcefully.

            “Lying’s a sin, you know,” said the demon.

            (Y/N) remained silent, knowing Dean wasn’t lying but not wanting to make the situation worse by provoking a demon.

            “I’m not lying,” said Dean.

            The demon glanced at Sam and then (Y/N), trying to read their faces to see if they would give away if he was lying.

            “So if you wouldn’t mine enlightening me, Flo,” prompted Dean, trying to turn the questions back on her to get answers.

            “Mind your tone with me, boy,” said “Flo,” as Dean had dubbed the diner demon. “I’ll drag you back to Hell myself.”

            Sam’s chair scraepd against the ground as he went to stand. The harsh sound cut the tension, and (Y/N)’s hand went towards their pocket where their knife rested. Would it be pointless against a demon? Probably. But they wouldn’t just stand there.

            Dean held up a hand, and Sam paused. The demon glanced at him warily, but Sam settled, listening to his brother’s silent instruction. He didn’t look happy, though. Sam’s anger rested barely below the surface, eager to be let out.

            “No, you won’t,” said Dean, looking at Flo.

            “No?” challenged Flo.

            “No,” said Dean confidently. “ ‘Cause if you were, you’d have done it already. The fact is, you don’t know who cut me loose. And you’re just as spooked as we are. And you’re looking for answers.”

            (Y/N) watched the self-important demon’s face fall and noticed the others shift slightly. Dean had called them out and seen the truth.

            “Well, maybe it was some turbocharged spirit, hm?” suggested Dean. “Or, uh, Godzilla. Or some big, bad boss demon. But I’m guessing at your pay grade that they don’t tell you squat. ‘Cause whoever it was, they want me out…and they’re a lot stronger than you.” He surged her gaze and watched Flo swallowed—a tell. “So go ahead. Send me back. But don’t come crawling to me when they show up on your front doorstep.”

            “I’m gonna reach down your throat and rip out your lungs,” said Flo, voice low.

            Dean smirked slightly and leaned towards her. She didn’t move.

            Slap!

            Dean hit across the face. Flo straightened, and Dean slapped her again. Still, she could only swallow and not act.

            “That’s what I thought,” said Dean. “Let’s go, Sam, (Y/N).”

            (Y/N) and Sam quickly stood. (Y/N) was eager to leave the diner (if they had a weapon they knew would work against demons, then they would be eager for something slightly different, but they weren’t stupid).

            Dean pulled the door firmly shut behind them as they walked out onto the street. “Holy crap that was close,” he said.

            “If that was a bluff, it was amazing,” said (Y/N).

            Dean grinned proudly.

            “We’re not just gonna leave them in there, are we, Dean?” said Sam angrily.

            “Well, yeah,” said Dean incredulously. “There’s three of them, probably more. We’ve only got one knife between us.”

            (Y/N) perked up. “You have a knife that works on demons?”

            “Yeah,” said Dean casually.

            “Dean, stop telling them things,” said Sam. “They have a chance to get out of the life.”

            “That ship has sailed,” said (Y/N).

            Sam groaned. “We need to do something about the demons. They are dangerous.”

            “They’re scared, okay?” said Dean. “Scared of whatever had the juice to yank me out. We’re dealing with a bad mofo here. One job at a time.”

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A concept: seungmin and girly, wholesome reader having a 90s anime dynamic where seungmin is secretly UWU over this woman but is too tsundere to admit it so he has to mask it with his sarcasm and teasing.

SEUNGMIN X READER school au! ♡𝜗𝜚

a/n: hope you like this! I tried to write it with a “texts style” <3

Y/N hated chemistry, but she hated asking for help even more. The formulas, the balancing equations, the strange symbols—none of it made sense to her. But there was one thing that always brought a little light to her dreadful study sessions: Seungmin.

They had met during the first semester of their chemistry class. Seungmin, always sharp and sarcastic, had taken notice of Y/N’s struggle. Rather than offering help with a kind smile like any normal person, he simply dropped a teasing comment one day:

“You know, if you keep staring at that periodic table like that, it won’t magically start making sense.”

That was the beginning of their strange friendship.

Seungmin ended up tutoring her, but the help never came without its fair share of teasing. He was always quick with a sarcastic comment, often poking fun at her lack of chemistry knowledge or her inability to balance equations properly. Over time, their study sessions became less about the subject and more about spending time together, with Seungmin’s teasing tone becoming strangely endearing to Y/N.

The truth was, Seungmin’s constant teasing masked something deeper—his growing feelings for her. He didn’t want to admit it, not even to himself, because that wasn’t how he operated. He was the sarcastic friend, the guy who always had a witty comment ready. Being vulnerable? That wasn’t his style. But Y/N had started to mean more to him than just a classmate who needed help.

Meanwhile, Y/N enjoyed the banter they shared. She couldn’t help but smile whenever Seungmin playfully poked fun at her, but there were moments when she wondered if there was something more behind his teasing. She’d catch him staring at her a little too long when he thought she wasn’t looking, or notice how his smirk would falter when she mentioned another guy.

One day, after weeks of contemplation, Y/N decided she needed to know the truth. Was Seungmin just teasing her because it was his nature, or was there something deeper behind his sarcasm? She thought up a plan—a prank, really. It was risky, but she needed to see how he’d react.

That’s how she found herself texting him, her heart racing as she typed the message that would set the wheels in motion.

Y/N:

Hey, guess what?

Seungmin:

You finally figured out how to balance a chemical equation without my help?

Y/N:

Rude. I actually did that yesterday.

Seungmin:

Sure you did. 🙄 So, what’s up?

Y/N:

I have a date this weekend! 😁

Seungmin blinked at his phone, feeling an unexpected pang in his chest. His fingers hovered over the keyboard, but he couldn’t think of what to say. A date? With who? And why did that make him feel… like he’d just been punched in the gut?

Seungmin:

…What?

Y/N smiled to herself. It was working. She knew Seungmin well enough to know that he wouldn’t react well to the idea of her going out with someone. But still, seeing his short, blunt response made her a little nervous. What if she’d miscalculated? What if he didn’t actually care?

Y/N:

Yeah! Can you believe it? Someone actually asked me out.

Seungmin felt his throat tighten. His mind raced, trying to come up with a sarcastic comment, something to mask the flood of emotions he was feeling. But all he could think about was that someone else had asked her out first. That she was going to be with someone else, not him.

Seungmin:

I… didn’t realize that was possible.

Y/N:

🙄 Wow. Thanks for the vote of confidence, Seungmin.

His heart pounded. She was going out with someone else. The thought sent a rush of panic through him, and for a moment, he forgot how to act cool, how to pretend that this didn’t bother him.

Seungmin:

No, seriously. How do they even tolerate you? Like, do they know about your weird obsession with those cheesy romance novels?

There it was. Sarcasm. His defense mechanism.

Y/N rolled her eyes at his attempt to cover up whatever he was really feeling. She could practically hear his voice through the words, the way he tried to sound casual, but she knew him too well by now. There was something else lurking beneath the surface, and she was about to push him further.

Y/N:

You’re the worst. 😒

Seungmin’s mind was spinning. Why was this bothering him so much? He’d always made fun of her—teased her like it was nothing—but now the thought of her with someone else was making his chest ache in a way that terrified him.

Seungmin:

I’m just saying… whoever this guy is, he’s probably gonna regret it. ㅋㅋ

Y/N bit her lip. She was starting to feel guilty about the prank. But she needed to see where this was going. She needed to know if Seungmin actually liked her.

Y/N:

😑 Are you jealous or something? You’re acting weird.

Seungmin froze. His hands were shaking now. Was he jealous? Of course, he was. But he couldn’t say that. Not out loud.

Seungmin:

Why would I be jealous? I just care about your poor date’s well-being.

Lies. All lies. His stomach twisted with anxiety as he waited for her response.

Y/N:

Sure, Seungmin. 🙄

And then there was silence. His fingers hovered over the keyboard, but nothing came. He couldn’t joke about this anymore. He couldn’t laugh it off. The idea of Y/N with someone else was too much.

He stared at his phone for what felt like an eternity. His heart was racing, and the usual witty comebacks were nowhere to be found. He couldn’t breathe properly.

Suddenly, the words he had been avoiding for months—maybe longer—came spilling out, unfiltered.

Seungmin:

Fine. I care, okay? Happy?

And that’s how it happened. The confession neither of them had expected, brought on by a teasing lie. But Y/N’s heart soared as she realized that the guy she had fallen for—the guy who had helped her through every chemistry exam, even if he was a sarcastic pain—felt the same.

Now, all that was left was for her to confess it had been a prank.

Y/N stared at her phone, the screen lighting up with Seungmin’s message. She could feel her heart racing, and her stomach twisted with both excitement and guilt. She hadn’t expected this, not really. Her plan was to tease him, push him just enough to see if he’d slip, but not like this—not a full-on confession.

Her fingers hovered over the screen. She didn’t want to mess this up. She liked Seungmin, maybe even loved him, and this whole thing had been a stupid prank to see if he’d crack. But now that he had, she felt a pang of regret. She couldn’t just keep playing along; she had to be honest with him.

She started typing.

Y/N:

Wait… seriously?

Seungmin sat on his bed, his phone in his hand as he stared at Y/N’s message. His chest tightened as he reread what he had just sent her. He had really said it. He had just blurted out his feelings like some cheesy confession in one of Y/N’s romance novels. His hands were clammy, and he suddenly felt exposed, like he had just stripped away his sarcasm and armor, leaving himself completely vulnerable.

What if she didn’t feel the same? What if he had completely misread their entire friendship, and now things were about to get awkward?

He didn’t know what to say, how to fix this. Could he just backtrack? Turn it into a joke? His mind raced with possible escape routes, but none of them felt right.

Then, her next message came in.

Y/N:

Omg, Seungmin, it was a prank.

His heart stopped. A prank? She wasn’t serious about the date? All of the emotions he had just worked up, the fear, the anxiety, the pounding of his heart—it had all been over a joke?

Seungmin:

Uh.. What?

Y/N could feel her nerves kicking in. She hadn’t expected him to confess so honestly, and now she felt like she had gone too far. She didn’t want him to think it had all been just a game to her, because it wasn’t. She liked him too—more than she wanted to admit.

Y/N:

There’s no date. I just wanted to see how you’d react

Seungmin blinked at his phone, trying to process what he had just read. She had tricked him? She made him go through all that panic, just to see how he’d react? Anger and embarrassment rose inside him all at once. His fingers moved furiously over the screen.

Seungmin:

YOU DID WHAT?!

She knew she had messed up. Teasing him was one thing, but pushing him to confess like that—she hadn’t expected him to actually spill his feelings. And now he was mad. Really mad.

Y/N:

Don’t be mad!! I thought you’d just tease me like usual. I didn’t think you’d actually confess!

Seungmin tossed his phone onto his bed, running a hand through his hair in frustration. She had tricked him, but what really stung wasn’t the prank itself—it was how easily he had let his guard down. How he had thrown out all his sarcastic defenses, all his usual teasing, and shown her how he really felt.

And now? Now he had no idea how to take it back.

But then, his phone buzzed again. He sighed and picked it up, reading Y/N’s next message.

Y/N:

But hey… at least now I know you like me.

And… I like you too, pabo puppy.

His breath hitched. She liked him? For real? He blinked, reading the message again just to make sure he wasn’t imagining it. The anger he felt moments ago melted away, replaced by an overwhelming sense of relief—and something else, something warmer, more hopeful.

His heart, still pounding in his chest, began to beat a little lighter now.

Seungmin:

…You’re lucky I like you. Because that was evil.

Y/N smiled when she saw his message. That was the Seungmin she knew. She could almost hear his voice saying the words, that usual sarcastic tone back in play. She typed back quickly, her thumbs tapping across the screen.

Y/N:

Hehe, so are we still on for Saturday? But, y’know, together this time? And not doing chemistry… :)

Seungmin stared at her message, his lips twitching into a smirk. He couldn’t believe it. After all the teasing, all the banter, all the hidden feelings they both tried to ignore, it had come to this. A prank had forced his confession out of him, but maybe that wasn’t so bad after all. At least now he knew the truth.

He took a breath and replied.

Seungmin:

Yeah. Together.

But I’m never letting you live this down.

Y/N let out a sigh of relief, a wide smile spreading across her face. She had been worried for a second there, but it looked like everything had turned out better than she had hoped. Seungmin liked her—he actually liked her—and now, after all the teasing and awkward chemistry sessions, they were finally on the same page.

Y/N:

Deal. 😛

Seungmin tossed his phone back onto his bed and leaned back, staring up at the ceiling. He could still feel the adrenaline from earlier, but now it was mixed with something lighter—something that made him feel like everything had shifted between them.

He smiled to himself, thinking back on all their chemistry sessions. Maybe he’d have to find something else to tease her about now. Or maybe, just maybe, he’d actually let himself enjoy being with her without hiding behind sarcasm.

But that would be a problem for another day. For now, he was just happy. Finally.

And so, what had started as a prank ended with two confessions—both of them clumsy, unexpected, and a little bit awkward. But for Y/N and Seungmin, that was just perfect.

They had always been a little bit of a mess, after all.

[nightlyrequiem]

hello there :] hope ur well!

could u possibly write some hcs of Valeria with a tattoo-ist (?? idk wtf theyre called) s/o? I feel like it would be sweet for Valerias girlfriend to help touch up her tattoos!!! (or forcibly etch 'el sin nombre' into a targets skin ..)

or like, imagine Valerias girlfriend tattooing Vals initials into their thigh? Or a subtle hint to Valeria, like a little scorpion tattoo? Asjjsjsjskk wholesome wholesomeness!!!

i ask u to add a little sprinkle of nsfw .. have that interperated as u will, i wont tell u what or how .. but just .. do it 😈 nyehehhehe

I ask of readers prns to be either fem or gender neutral (Valeria is for the gals, i refuse to believe otherwise)

stay peachy!! 👽

Hi :) I am just dandy, thanks. Hope you're doing well too! That sounds like a fun dynamic to write about

Don't worry about the pronouns, you'll never catch me writing Valeria with a man. She is a lesbian. It's canon, she told me so herself

Valeria with a Tattooist S/O

Most of Valeria's tattoos are thanks to you. She had a few done when she was younger by a few different artists but ever since meeting you she will only let you ink her. It's important to have a relationship with your client. You two certainly have a good relationship.

You did all of the tattoos on her left arm. She has one tattoo that says Lillu or Lilto, I genuinely can't remember but I saw someone else a few months ago figure it out. The name was of a goddess of power I believe. I'm genuinely tweaking because I can't remember. It's a really cool detail though. You did that. You should be very proud of yourself.

When Valeria was eighteen, she got a really dumb drunk tattoo, a tramp stamp. Something stupid like a pig. She thinks it's supposed to be a pig anyway. The artist did a terrible job. You had the fun job of covering up. A little scorpion, as is her self-acclaimed symbol. You gave yourself a matching one high up on your inner thigh so she can see it while she eats you out.

That isn't even the only tattoo you've given to yourself attributing her. You aren't supposed to tattoo your partner's name on yourself but it's Valeria. Why wouldn't you want her name on you? You'll just have to never break up, which is fine with you. You got her name tattooed right under your left breast. Right (More of an approximation.) where your heart is.

You tattoo her men too. They make up most of your clientele and are quite respectful. Not like they have much of a choice. It's no secret who you belong to, and they know if they don't act right, they'll have hell to face. You still overcharge the ones you don't like though. A few times Valeria has made you tattoo her little nickname onto the foreheads of the traitors she didn't kill.

Here's where things get kind of freaky. Valeria gets a little turned on by the pain. She can hardly wait for you to finish up inking and cleaning the tattoo before she's pushing you into the chair and having her way with you. You don't mind at all. Seeing her skin still red and tender after having a needle repeatedly pushed into it does something for you as well.

Also, she grunts when getting tattooed. Just going to leave that here. Imagine it how you will.

[ominous-horse-noises]

not done talking ab fhjy actually so i'll just say some of you guys who go on about how you could've done better themes and narrative arcs can't even think critically about the one in front of you.

i do wish that the other bad kids had interacted with their foils more this season because it was fun seeing them trade insults, but i also dont think it would've done much for them. i mean, people forget the tbks did try to turn reuben early on (they literally saved him from grix even though it was his fault he showed up trying to kill people). adaine thought oisin was cool and tbks were onboard with thinking maybe he wasn't that bad, and then he sent his grandma to murder them and their entire school. fabian tried to get an 'in' with ivy and it nearly cost him a genuine relationship with a character who had a way better chance of helping them figure things out without the risk of being betrayed. kipperlilly had an ego-driven hateboner for riz since BEFORE the rage stars and killed her own party member in cold blood just to stick it to kristen, and you're telling me that she could've been my little ponyied into giving up her chance to squash the symbol of all her inadequacy? buddy and maryann are the only rat grinders who havent fucked them over meaningfully and guess what? they're not thrilled about having to kill them- they're actively avoiding targeting them! almost like theyre capable of distinguishing between someone not on their side and someone who's proved to be a threat!

brennan made it pretty clear that trying to befriend trgs in their rage forms was futile and actively punished it ingame. you can have your opinions of that, but it definitely had a narrative point: if you get rage starred, you cant be 'this isnt youuuu'd out of it. you think ONLY of rage, and rage can't be reasoned with. it's arguably worse than death, bc at least someone can revivify you and there's no lasting consequences. think about how hard brennan was trying to push the ihs into taking rage tokens. he knew exactly how dire he'd made the consequences and that was on purpose. the season has no stakes if you can just talk your way out of being rage starred bc tbks could save each other easily. the whole climax literally can't happen if trgs arent being evil bc porter can't be a living god of rage without followers. tbks hating trgs isnt a flaw in the story: it IS the story.

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Just a Girl

requested by: @dixonsgirl93 which you can find here -> masterlist

A/N: thank you so much for the request my love!! i love this concept so much that it had me up at 4am writing it after recovering from a long-haul flight, so so sorry that this took so long for a little drabble xx

It was too tempting.

Not after years of stumbling around in dirty rags and a single pair of worn combat boots. Not after fighting for your life every single day, were you going to pass this up. Today, you were safe. And right in front of you, in this completely empty mall, were a pair of pristine black stilettos.

You held one in each hand as you admired them, a treasure of a world lost in time. You felt like a different person just clutching them.

"Hey, Maggie!" you are unable to control the wide smile cast across your lips. "Look what I found!" the girl glanced in your direction from the entrance of the store, scoffing at your excitement.

"Whatcha gonna do with those?" she asked, chuckling, as she jogged up to the display table coated in a thick layer of dust.

"I don't know. Walk around. Dance. Put 'em on a table and forbid anyone from touching them," you said quietly, smiling as you palmed at the crisp black leather. "They could be a symbol. Y'know, Lord of the Flies style," you joked, meeting the farmgirl's eyes. Strangely enough, the ghost of a boutique was relatively empty apart from these shoes, a few scraps of useless clothes scattered around and many plastic hangers adorning the white-tiled floor.

"Alright, fine. But ya' have to bring that little black dress back, too," she teased, in that familiar Southern drawl. Pointing to a rack of clothes on the other side of the store, you spotted a lone black dress threatening to fall off the flimsy hanger. It was no surprise that when the remaining survivors came through these parts, rummaging through stores and kitchens and bunkers, a pair of high heels and a mini dress didn't make the cut for the survivalist supply list. It had been a couple years by now, and indeed no one back at the prison would care if you indulged in a bit of fun. Besides, you're just a girl. And a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do to get by.

~

Most evenings were spent in the foyer swapping stories and enjoying the ever-expanding group's company, now that everyone was feeling more comfortable in the prison. Daryl was perched on the second step of the cool, steel staircase fletching some bolts for his crossbow, after the fairly uneventful run earlier. One thought did linger in his mind, however - as he tuned out to the rest of the conversations engaging in his midst. You had briefly shown him what you managed to pick up back at the abandoned mall, some scraps of food, some comics for Carl, and... what could only be described as an image from one of his wildest dreams. Or worst nightmares. What the hell would he do with himself if you suddenly appeared in that dress? And those heels? Probably run, and hide someplace where nobody would notice his reaction. And just when he was imagining what you would look like in that outfit from earlier, he heard a voice call out from upstairs.

"Hershel! You better believe these things are harder to walk in than a peg leg!"

The foyer erupted in chuckles as conversations ceased while everybody looked up at you on the balcony, held up firmly by Maggie who couldn't control her laughter either.

"Come on down, Y/N. Betcha can't do it!" the grey-haired man exclaimed as the rest of the group watched you stumble to the top of the staircase.

Oh God. She's so popular. And beautiful - were the thoughts swirling around in Daryl's head as he turned a swift 180 and looked up at your perfect figure. You looked so pretty when you laughed like that; a face that lit up the room - lit up this rotten world - when the sweet sound that even a siren couldn't mimic echoed over the walls of the dismal building. And that outfit; the smooth black dress that clung to your thighs so perfectly with a neckline that revealed just enough to make him go insane. Those heels. Daryl always had a thing for girls with nice legs, but he was always too embarrassed to mention it. It may have slipped out in front of his older brother once upon a time, and for the years to come he never shut up about it. Humiliating Daryl whenever a gorgeous girl like you walked past. Daryl never denied it, though, that you and that perfect body of yours were gonna be the death of him someday. And that felt like right now.

"Maggie, don't you dare let that girl fall!" Michonne shouted, laughing as she kicked her feet up on the cafeteria table and leaned back.

"Daryl, I swear to God, if you don't catch me I'll kill you," you began, addressing the archer that was gawking up at you, the one slightly obstructing your wobbly path down the staircase. Everybody in that cell block watched the poor man snap out of his daydreams as he shot up and grabbed your hand as your knees threatened to buckle beneath you. Maggie let go of her tight grip on your shoulders and erupted into giggles, as though she were playing Cupid.

"Thank you, Daryl," you said sweetly, not realising that Daryl is physically suffocating as you clutched Daryl's calloused palm. You took the opportunity to steady yourself on both feet and do a little twirl, lifting Daryl's arm up over your head as you spun around as gracefully as you could manage. A couple of cheers escaped from your audience, making you smile deeply. You hadn't felt this pretty in a long time.

"Whatcha doin' playin' dress-up anyway?" Daryl drawled, quietly.

"Well, I'm just a girl."

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Hi! I saw your post asking for requests, this is my first time asking so sorry if I break a rule just delete if it makes you uncomfortable. Can I get a platonic reader x bad sanses or star sanses? (Or whoever your want I'm not picky) maybe how the reader sees them as a brother or father figure? Thank you in advance!

you're totally fine anon! this is a great request!! :] let's see..i've done quite a few bad sanses oneshots previously, how about we show the star sanses some love? 🌸

CW: Light Emetophobia, Ink is known to throw up when he gets too excited! It only happens once and for a brief second.

It's a peaceful day in the corner of the Doodlesphere that Ink had placed the Star Sanses base in. You sit in your assigned room on your bed, playing one of your favorite games on your laptop. The lights from outside shine in through your window, imitating sunlight. It gives the room a nice, comforting feeling. It's peaceful for a little while, until Ink BURSTS into the room, leaning against the door and holding it shut. You raise a brow in confusion, lowering your headphones.

"Hello Ink." You greet him with a blank look, waiting for him to explain himself. He chuckles sheepishly, jolting when something begins hitting the door.

"Heeey, you! So, funny story.." Another thud. "I kiiinda made Berry mad at me and I need to take shelter here, is that cool?" He holds up his hands as if to pray, pleading with you. You raise your index finger to your chin, contemplating.

"What did you do to Berry to get him this mad? And where's Blue?"

"Blue's in his universe, he left Berry here because they were gonna talk about stuff. And uh..I may or may not have hit him with paint balloons. Bright, neon colored paint balloons."

"Ink, you dumbass-" You sigh, saving your game and closing your laptop. "You know not to provoke the kid."

"Okay, but in my defense, it was insanely funny." He snickers, moving a box of random things you own in front of the door and plopping down on your bed.

"You do realize that won't hold him for long, right?"

"Yeah, but I'll savor my freedom while I still have it. Soooo, what have you been up to? Haven't seen you a lot today." He lies upside down, looking up at you with the goofy grin he always has.

"Well, I was just playing my favorite game and chillin'. At least, up until you broke in." You poke his forehead, earning a chuckle from the skeleton.

"Hmmm..sounds like it would get kinda boring after a while." He rolls over, resting his chin between his hands. "You should come hang out with me, Dream's busy and Blue's gone."

"I mean, I could. But what would we do?"

"We..Huh." He blinks a few times, the small symbols in his eyesockets changing each time as he thinks. "How abouttt.. we go paint the outside of HQ? We could make a masterpiece!" He grins, sitting up with his legs crossed. "C'mon, what do you say?"

"Sounds pretty fun, Ink. But if you throw paint balloons as me as well I might have to kill you."

He laughs, giving you a playful nudge.

"Wait, so does that mean you'll actually join me?"

"Yeah, just let me change first-"

He grins wide, shaking you back and forth excitedly before pausing, running over to the nearest window. You wince as you hear him throw up a bunch of ink, letting it fall into the depths of the sphere before closing the window and leaning back in.

"This is gonna be great! C'mon!" He gently tugs your hand, before the door bursts open. You both freeze like deer in the headlights, looking down at the skeleton approaching.

Berry was a small fellow, much smaller than blue and having an overall cyan color scheme in comparison to Blue's calmer tones. A bandana with a large ribbon behind it is tied around his neck, his eyelights constantly being shaped like stars, where in comparison Blue's only occasionally do the same thing. At the moment, those eyelights have shrunk to mere pinpricks, as he holds up a comically large knife, pointing it in Ink's direction. He hides behind you, as if you were able to defend him. Gee, thanks Ink.

"INK- You Have Dared To Cross Me, And Now You Will PAY!" You can't help but snicker a little at how adorable the little guy looks, covering your mouth with your hand.

"Look, Berry, I said I'm sorry!" Ink struggles to hold in a laugh.

"You'll Be Sorry Alright, WHEN I GET YOU-" He charges forwards, but you interfere, grabbing his head. He struggles against you, swinging his arms to try to get to Ink.

"Now now, Berry, let's just cool it. Ink apologized, let's move on. You wanna come paint with us to make up for it?" You smile as the little skeleton perks up at that, making his blade disappear into his inventory.

"Really?! You Mean It?" He grins wide, his eyelights expanding to a much bigger size.

"Yeah! Right, Ink?" You turn to him, watching him nod before looking back. "Well, it's settled then."

You pause, hearing the sounds of shortcuts, before grinning and running into the living room. Blue and Dream seem to be having a casual conversation before realizing you're there, smiling towards you. Blue promptly runs over, picking you up and spinning you around.

"Ha Ha! I've Returned! Did You Miss Me?" Blue grins before putting you down, putting his hands on his hips.

"You know I did, Blue! How's Paps doing?" You tilt your head, genuinely curious. He chuckles at your reply.

"He's Doing Well! He Wanted Me To Give You A Small Bag Of Suckers That He'd Been Holding Onto, So Here You Go! Try Not To Go Through All Of It At Once, Okay? Sugar Rushes Are.. Scary." He briefly glances over at Berry, narrowing his eyes. You let out a laugh at that, putting the little bag he hands you into one of your pockets.

"Noted." You turn to Dream, who holds his arms out for you. You grin as you leap into his arms, embracing his warmth and the pleasant scents that surround him.

"Oh, I've missed you! How've you been doing while I've been away? Good, I hope? If not I'll have to give Ink a stern talking to." Dream glances at him from the side, earning a laugh from the more colorful skeleton.

"Don't worry, I've been alright. I've just been hanging out in my room, and I just split these two up from a fight." You point towards Berry and Ink, the former putting his knife away the moment he's spotted and smiling innocently.

"Goodness, Berry! What Did I Tell You About Having Knives In HQ?" Blue frowns, walking over and carefully taking the blade away from his shorter "cousin". "You Know Better."

"Sorry, Blue.." Berry pouts, crossing his arms. The taller skeleton pats his skull, smiling a bit.

"Just Be More Careful Next Time! You Don't Want To Hurt Anyone, Do You?"

Berry looks at Ink. "..Maybe."

"Berry! Bad!" Blue frowns again, poking the smaller skeleton's forehead as you finally let go of Ink.

"Me and Ink were just about to go outside and paint, if you'd like to join us. You guys don't have anything else to do today, right?" You offer, silently hoping they'll agree.

"I'd Love To Join In! It Could Be Good Exercise." Blue puts his hands on his hips in a hero-like manner, his cape swaying out behind him.

"I'd like to join, even if I just end up watching. Ooh! I could make some tea for everyone, how does that sound?" Dream smiles as everyone agrees with that idea, stepping into the kitchen to make some magic-based teas for everyone. He made sure to remember your favorite kind in advance.

Everyone moves outside, Ink stopping you a moment so he can use Broomy to paint a grassy area for you all to stand on, grabbing some paint cans he'd left beside the house and walking over to the first blank wall.

"Okay everybody, let's get started!" Ink grins, handing a smaller brush to you. You pause a second, realizing that due to getting caught up in your excitement you forgot to change into something you're okay with getting paint on.

"Wait a sec, I'll be right back." You run back inside to your room, changing hurriedly before rushing back outside. Ink paints a few step stools using Broomy so those who can't reach taller areas can use them, balancing on the large brush to paint patterns with smaller ones.

Berry jumps up onto Blue's shoulders, standing up on them so he can reach the upper areas thanks to the bigger skeleton's height. Blue doesn't seem to mind it all that much, instead focusing on what to paint outside of his room. Dream walks out and places down a yellow gingham blanket, then goes back inside to sit the teacups down where everyone can easily access them.

You stand outside your room, beginning to paint whatever comes into your head that relates to you somehow. You want to ensure that the space feels truly yours, so you put a lot of thought and care into each stroke. Of course, you could always just repaint later, but it's the thought that counts. Berry eventually runs out of ideas and goes to talk to Dream, so Blue takes the opportunity to paint a little bit beside you.

"So, how's adventuring been, Blue? Is it..everything you'd hoped?" You paint a little star pattern. He hums thoughtfully, completing a heart you'd forgotten to finish.

"I Suppose You Could Say That! It's Given Me A Lot Of Opportunities To Meet New People And Experience Other Worlds. But That Can Also Be Kinda Stressful..Especially When You Start Running Into Variations Of You That Are..Well.."

You both look over at Berry, who's currently zooming around a very confused and startled Dream in circles.

"Yeah..I don't know how I'd feel about seeing so many of Me. I mean, the three of you guys alone is a stretch. Imagine if all of the variants were in one place?"

"That Would Be Very Much So Impossible- Which Really Makes You Think..Just How Big Is The Multiverse? What Parts Of It Are So Closed Off, Even Ink Hasn't Seen Them? It's All So..So.."

"Mysterious?"

"Yeah! Exactly." He smiles at a little cutesy painting you made of him right below his window, looking as if he's holding it up. "But I Suppose That's How It's Always Been."

"I feel that. It makes me wonder if we've ever met before, in some other timeline. You think things would be much different?"

There's a short pause.

"Nah, I Don't Think It Would." He smiles, you share it. You continue painting side by side in peaceful silence, until you hear the sound of something splattering. Sharing a worried look, you turn back to see Dream looking down at the ground, a green paint balloon having hit his head. Ink is frozen like a deer in the headlights, and Berry is laughing hysterically.

"I- I am so sorry, Dream, I meant to hit him, not you--"

Dream looks up, an eyesocket twitching as he picks up one of the balloons Ink had left lying on the ground, throwing it and hitting him square in the face. Berry collapses, laughing even louder.

"Oh Dear, It Seems Ink's Declared War." Blue chuckles, laughing a little as he speaks, watching them begin to form more paint balloons to throw at each other. A devious grin crosses your face as you look back at him. His expression slowly shifts to a worried one. "Oh No. Don't- Do Not Even Think About It-"

"I'm joining in!" You pick up a balloon.

"Pick your side!" Ink grins, getting hit in the side of the head with a red balloon.

You shake your head. "Nah..I'm taking my own side!" You throw balloons at the both of them, before getting pelleted with them yourself. Blue huffs as he watches you, before going still when he feels a presence behind him.

"Nothing Personnel, Double." Berry grins, throwing a cyan balloon at Blue's back.

"YOU DIDN'T EVEN PHRASE IT RIGHT-" Blue sighs, joining in the battle. Paint balloons fly across the yard, splatting the walls as well as everyone laughs, having a great time. The commotion grows so great, even Error finds himself popping his head in from the Anti-Void, before closing up the portal to avoid a balloon to the face.

After a while, you each grow tired, huffing and raising up little white flags before drinking the tea that Dream brought out (that thankfully is somehow still warm, and paintless). You then turn to the walls, seeing a beautiful mess of color accompanying your art from earlier, smiling a bit at your collective handiwork.

"Y'know, I think it looks good like this." You hold up your hands like a camera, smiling.

"I think so too! Hey, you know what would fit?" Ink turns to Dream, seeing if he'll catch on.

"Oh! A picture!" Dream rushes to his room, grabbing his camera and running back out. Everyone stands in front of the wall together, grinning and posing. "Say cheeeese!"

"Cheeeese!"

Getting to spend so much time with the skeletons you both look up to and admire is an experience you wouldn't trade for anything in the multiverse. Anything at all.

"IIIII say..on this momentous occasion, we should all watch a movie. First one to fall asleep gets their face drawn on!" Ink holds up a washable marker menacingly.

"I've got coffee, you won't be getting me anytime soon." Dream grins, going inside to clean off the paint and change his clothes to wash them later. Blue follows after him to do the same.

"It'll probably be you first, Ink." You snicker, using a towel to get some fresh paint off of your face. He calls out after you as you start to head to the bathroom attached to your room. "NUH UH!"

"YUH HUH!" You shout back, going to take a warm shower to get all of the paint off of you.

An hour or two passes, and you find yourself building a strong pillow fort with Blue and Berry. Dream sits to your left, Blue to your right with Berry leaning on him, already looking pretty tuckered out. Ink observes everyone from his spot in front, eagerly waiting for the moment someone falls asleep.

Dream whispers to you as Blue looks through a selection of movies for you to watch together. "Did you have fun?"

You whisper back. "Yeah, I've had a lot of fun with you guys today. I love having peaceful moments like this..it's really nice. I really have to thank you guys for taking such good care of me lately..it means the world to me." You lean on him a bit, and he smiles as he places an arm around you.

"Of course. You're a very dear friend to us, never forget that we care for you. We'll always be here for you, no matter the circumstances."

You yawn a little, the comforting aura emitting from him making you feel safe enough to rest. "Thank you, Dream.."

"Careful." Ink grins like a cheshire cat, watching as your eyes begin to close. "There's still an active threat in the room." He says in a sing-song tone, waiting to attack.

"I'm gonna fucking Get You later."

"I'd like to see you tr-" Ink pauses mid-sentence when he sees that Berry's fallen asleep, grinning madly. "Well. Looks like you'll be spared after all."

"Oh boy." You snicker, the rest of your little group grinning amongst themselves as the movie begins. Ink claps his hands so the lights dim, sitting closer to you and relaxing on some pillows, giving commentary from time to time. Soon your eyes begin to close..those around you growing tired as well from a long day of adventuring.

It's peaceful for a while.. the perfect environment to relax.

..Until a portal opens.

"IIIIINK!"

"Ah fuck."

"Language!" Blue frowns as Ink stands up to go outside. Blue considers carrying your sleeping form to your room like he always does, but decides not to since Dream's already asleep with you. He'd rather not disturb you both, at least not until he needs Dream's aid..

Oh boy.

[shouyuus]

HII RAIN, I FINISHED FIGURE EIGHTS!!!

VI AND POWDER’S SISTER DYNAMIC. i loove powder she’s so silly and you made her dialogue so enjoyable, everytime her name was onscreen I knew I was in for some fun

i loove that babbling when reader and vi talk at the same time, but we hear her. little detail but it’s so funny and adds to the atmosphere

the “blah blah blah proper name place name” reference is SO FUNNY. i love texts and smau things in writing it really immerses you into the universe I feel 

random but I love the fact that we’ve been in one of those “what’s in my bag” vogue videos. lowkey a dream 

i loove how realistic the phone call in chapter 4 is, it rlly captures those awkward yet sweet calls where you have so much and so little to say at the same time and it’s just so ahwhdahhdiemfms cute cute.

“so close you can taste her breath dissolving on your tongue like sugar into tea” girl trademark that 

the whole calling us cupcake scene was CRAZYYY. that was such a valid conflict and i love jayce and mel’s part in the story. it makes the world feel more alive.

“Sorry, Cait — can’t really talk right now. I’ve gotta go fuck the brains outta my girlfriend — nice seeing you though — enjoy the party, go Enforcers!” I GENUINELY SCREAMED THAT’S SO FUNNY. this is prob one of my fav dialogues

ABH YHE INFINITY SYMBOL FIGURE SKATING FIGURE EIGHTS OH MY GOD RAIN I LOVE YOU. that entire scene was really beautiful, all that sweet dialogue going on while the necklaces connect between them held by “nothing but their own magnetism” idk something about this is really impactful for my brain. 

ending a romance story with being asked out will do it for me EVERY TIME. even cuter because it’s fake dating trope

rain i loved reading this so much and i think this story went so beautifully <3

silk!!!! omg this ask brought TEARS to my eyes i swear lsdkfjoisd im so glad you enjoyed it and thank you so much ?!?!?!? for taking the time to write such a detailed message!!! replying to it below a cut to spare the dash lmfao:

I LOVED writing powder i really did and i really loved getting goofy with her voice bc like... she'll say the most unhinged things and its like CANON ukno? lsdkfjsd im glad that you liked it!!! all i want is to see like well-adjusted vi/powder sisters dynamic T^T

i love the whats in my bag vids LMFAO im so nosy i wanna KNOW even tho it's like so irrelevant to me personally but i still wannA KNOW ykno?

one of my fav things is like... the giddy awkward crush stage of a relationship its so cute and so lovely and i just !!! im glad i was able to put some of that into the story!

dude her calling reader "cupcake" LMFAO i just wanted to dig the metaphorical knife in JUST bit tighter HEHE

GOOO ENFORCERS HAHAHAH i literally imagined vi like pumping her fist and then turning around and leaving HAHAHAHAHAH

u__u i had no clue how i was gonna 'round it out' when i started this fic and it wasn't till like i think chapter 5 where i was like "cool cool its gonna be a necklace thing" cause i named it "figure eights" totally... arbitrarily (bc it sounded cool and i know they exist in both hockey and figure skating) SO YEAH i was glad i was able to fit that in !

thank you again bbyyyy <3 im so happy u enjoyed it !!!!!

also i see ur vi fic!!!!!! i haven't had a moment TO BREATHE this past few weeks, let alone read a longer fic, but it's on my tbr i promise! i loved to all the boys i ever loved as a movie so !!!!! i can't wait to see what you've cooked up bby!!!! <3

[inchidentally]

Lando's eyes always sparkle when he looks at Oscar and it captures my heart every time. You can see that Lando likes Oscar very much and his eyes don't even hide it. God, their relationship is so intimate that sometimes it's hard to watch without feeling like a third wheel. Oscar, I don't know how you did it, but as a Lando fan, I'm grateful that I get to see this version of Lando every time he's around you.

straight up anon, the shift in Lando when he got a teammate who exists on the same natural wavelength as him has been a thing to behold ??

like, Lando is someone who goes through life looking for romance and he so easily gets a crush on anyone who populates his world with something special or beautiful. that's what has made Oscar such a unique relationship for Lando because Oscar doesn't consider himself or his life at all in the world of romance or fantasy. he considers himself extremely practical, "low frequency" and enjoying the simple things in life. he's not at all a typical heroic figure like Carlos or a big camera-ready personality like Daniel. Lando's interest in Oscar has been a slow but steady curiosity that has grown even without Oscar initiating a joint hobby or going on outings together or playing up a bromance for fans. Lando was definitely a little unmoored by the lack of all of that for a while!

the only two aberrations in Oscar's calm and cool are his pursuit of F1 and his fascination with Lando, which we know to have been intertwined as early as him moving to the UK at 14. there is serious romance in the way they ended up as teammates and major drama of Oscar's determination to get that seat.

but! then there's Lando saying how he sees them as similar to each other back in July 2023! bc Lando had always used self-mockery to interrupt his moments of earnestness and in a lot of ways was always striving to be Just A Guy to fit in with the guys in his life. his creativity would pop out very occasionally but mostly he became known for being naturally funny and able to click with just about anyone by matching their energy and adapting to their humor. he even took great pride in The Lando Effect - which ironically was more about Lando changing to suit Carlos and Daniel, who he has almost separate versions of himself with. he was the baby brother as always, wanting to hang out with his older brothers and wanting to fit in.

and then he gets Oscar as a teammate who seems content to just stay back and watch Lando and observe Lando and learn everything about Lando he doesn't already know. who seems to have no limit when it comes to handling the full range of Lando's personality and never tells - or even jokes - that Lando should change a single thing, even when it directly impacts Oscar. Lando doesn't have to match Oscar's energy and it turns out! they both like it best when Lando doesn't try!

which is when we started seeing lando.jpg reemerge and 7 podiums and a new hunger for even more and higher expectations of himself and a calmer, more authentic - less cartoonish - Lando on camera in challenges and social media. he even said how Oscar taught him by example the importance of "keeping calm and being yourself". of course silly, fun Lando is still there! he's still little brother to Carlos and Daniel and George and Alex! but those are now some of the many facets we've gotten to see in the past 14 months!

the winter break was a revelation because Lando spoke to fans solely through his camera lens and the reflections of the beautiful world he saw as he traveled. no goofing, no pretense, no corporate. his chosen pose for all his photos was partly in fun, partly symbolic of his confidence that he didn't need to sell these photos as selfies for them to blow up all over social media.

and all the while Oscar was quietly on his own down time and training, liking Lando's posts and saying "you went everywhere!" and listening to Lando recount it all.

then Lando came back to work this year and everything about him wore a new sheen of beauty and romance to it, including him having grown more beautiful. he's used his beauty more consciously when modeling and even LN4 and Quadrant took on a more stylized look. his new McLaren contract announcement was an entire aesthetic complete with a short film.

like, obv this whole post is me going off on a whole stupid thing but just. Lando was always meant to live his life in a unique way and he was always meant to see things through romance and art and music. he wasn't supposed to apologize for enjoying racing as a means of attaining perfection one day. and there's Oscar who reflects back to Lando all the quirks and things that make Lando unique that he's memorized over the years, listening to Lando's music in place of the usual silence in his own driver's room, helping Lando navigate unknown food and new lengthy words and knowing when Lando is comfortable to take the lead in public speaking and when Lando needs Oscar to step in and handle it. pushing Lando all the time as a teammate and the whole friction creates the pearl analogy.

idk it's just not as huge a leap as I thought last year to say that Oscar's comfortable, placid life has long had a splash of color in it at last in some part because of Lando and that Lando has become the most authentic and brilliant version of himself at least in some part because Oscar is there to always appreciate it.

like this little moment of Lando giving Oscar a nickname and Oscar finding it the best thing he's ever heard and Lando's half-stunned and delighted smile at being able to do that to Oscar is just all of that distilled:

Oscar's confidence has returned and he's smoothing over the awkward PR duties while Lando is relaxed and confident and the little quips like this just come so naturally. (the way Lando actually wriggles in his chair with delight over Oscar's reaction !!) like, Lando doesn't have to try ! he doesn't have to try to be anyone but himself ! there's someone here at work with him all day and every day who is delighted by him no matter what !

and what's even better is apparently! now that they both understand and exist on that wavelength together, they've returned from winter break circling around each other and looking for each other more than they ever have <3

[totallynotokguys]

If Wild Card was a Real Boy: Snails

Imagine Grian has gathered his friends again and he's told them their going back to the basics: three lives, red hostile, and boogie man. But this time with nerfed enchantments and new bioms/mobs from updated Minecraft. And his friends are like, "Yeah, sure. It's a life series. We're down."

But it's a lie!

The first session progresses like normal, people gather supplies and teams are beginning to be formed - then right near the end.

3. 2. 1...

Creepy sound and a flash of some symbol.

What?

The lifers are confused. Was that supposed to be the boogieman curse activating? Why did it show up so late? Did Grian forget to activate it until now?

Some look around. Nothing happens. They continue on, if a little more uneasy now.

A few lifers spot them immediately.

The snails are back!

There was never a boogie curse, it was a snail curse all along!

It's panic, fear, pandemonium, chaos in a box!

Maybe the lifers discover that episode, maybe they don't until the next, but these snails are different.

They aren't killing their people.

They are cute as ever, making silly noises and following along like true stockers, but they don't hurt you. They don't fly. And they aren't fast.

Sure they are a little annoying, if you drop a block near them they shloop it up. If your build is between you and them they just demolish it. If you build a tower up they cry pitifully while circling your tower like sad lil puppies. If you swim too long they accidently drown and take you with them.

The murder snail is now an annoying pet you have to take care of.

Which, is kinda cute. Lifers learn to get along with the thing they once feared and snail pranks ensue. (locking yourself in another person's base so your snail will chew holes all over it. Lagging peoples supplies into your snails mouth. Discovering a trap under your base because the trappers snail gave them away.)

Cute snail moments happen too (snail race the second, Scar turning his snail into a Star Wars fan, Impulse figuring out how to use his snail mechanics to make a cool farm, BDubs trying to get his snail to sleep on his bed, Grian being yelled at by the whole server to get down because he made another sky net but forgot to make a way for his snail and now is crying bloodied murder for the whole server to hear)

And then session 3 happens. It's all normal, it's progressing how the lifers expect just with snails... until a snail kills their lifer.

Did I say there was no boogie curse?

I lied. There still is, it just affects the snails instead of of the lifers.

So now, every session the lifers are once again living in fear. Is their snail the boogie this session? How many snails will become boogies in one session? When will the curse strike? They don't know.

Of course there are ways to tell. Someone realizes their snail isn't eating everything they drop anymore and moments later they just barely dodge a snail strike. Boogie snails only have taste for their flesh. Someone pillars up high and finds their snail can now propeller up to them. Boogie snails can fly. Someone tries to drown another snail but it survived, only to wiggle and attack its lifer a moment later. Boogie snails don't drown.

Boogie snails also don't remain boogie forever. There's a time limit, and if they don't kill their lifer in that time (time ranges from 15 minutes to half an hour) then they go back to normal.

Lifers learn to adjust, they learn the tricks or they die but it's fun, it's harrowing, it keeps them on their toes.

And then someone turns red and their snail becomes red named too. The red snail still chases after its lifer, but doesn't eat them. It eats anyone else that gets too close. The red name now has an attack dog. A very slow one but still affective if the red life uses it right.

Red snails are like boogie snails. They only eat people and they cannot drown. Unlike boogie they cannot fly and they never stop hunting.

When their lifer dies... they travel to the lifers last resting place and remain there for the rest of the season.

[seeminglydark]

I'm in love with Caro's style! It's a super cool mix of masc, fem, and vaporwave kind of look. As an enby who, at first, thought I had to look a certain way after coming out as non binary, I was wondering how Caro found their style after they started transitioning and figuring out who they were as a person.

Hello! So I did draw an entire four page little comic thingy to answer this, but I'm going to post it tomorrow cuz I wanted to draw a cute little cover for it ha. Figured I would answer you in text today though, and then you can have the visual tomorrow <3 First thing I'm going to say is that there is no 'certain way to look' for any gender identity or sexuality, cuz thats important, for those who dont wanna read through this text dump. Dress how you want forever.

SO! *rubs hands together* how Caro found their style! Background to those who havent read my comics, Caro grew up as a super high femme kid with crazy helicopter parents who controlled every aspect of their life, including how they dressed. They participated in pageants, modeling and wore a LOT of pink. Not that Caro didn't like pink, they did, but they liked purple better.

After Sully (highschool sweetheart) left, and Caro was on their own, they cut their hair off in a fit of rage and suddenly had to grow up real quick because they were on their own. Whats that got to do with fashion, RJ? Everything, dear reader! When they left, they had a bunch of Sullys shirts and his battle jacket. All 10 sizes too big of course, so paired the oversized tops with their own jeans, workout shorts etc. They had their cheer sneakers. And that is what they wore for a few months, til they got a job at the local gas station. The gas station employees were like, what is going on here with this little girl wearing too big clothes with a fucked up haircut, so, they pitched together and got this kid a proper haircut, during which Caro tearfully explains they arent a girl at all, they dont know what they are and everything is very scary and please dont fire them. Bev, one of their older co-workers decides they need better clothes and takes them to Seattle to thrift! Caro never thrifted in their life and found themself enamored with tacky 80's clothes and patterns, bright colors, funny tee shirts, etc. They worried, because maybe that wasnt what a boy would wear. Bev tells them theres no such thing as what a boy or a girl would wear, something Caro had never heard before, and that gives them mental permission to gleefully grab all the things they never got to wear growing up. They looked like a roller rink carpet threw up on them. they loved it.

The Gas Station Adults buy them a jacket that fits as well, GasCo purple of course, with their chosen name on the name tag. a symbol of acceptance. Caro started hearing things about genderfluid and nonbinary, and looking into what that meant, and what it could mean for them. Their podcast project, Mil-Liminal goes viral. Goldie, their agent, helps them get on low t. they realize how much fun body hair is and LOOK they can wear crop tops to show off their new tummy trail while still hiding their boobs. Whats even more fun? Getting tattoos. Taking their body back. Making themself into the person THEY want to see, and whats makes them the most happy. Still looking like an arcade carpet threw up on them, still loving it. They get top-surgery. Goldie asks them if they want to do a public face reveal. They've kept themself hidden this entire time, and realize they dont want to do that anymore. They shouldnt have to. They want to show the world this person theyve become. Which also means choosing a signature look for Mil-Liminal.

A Mix of their Highschool Varisty Jacket, and their GasCo Jacket. Sneakers. A nod to the pieces of clothing they always felt comfortable in.

Shorts and crop tops or mesh tops. Show off the tattoos, and the scars they earned becoming the person theyve always been.

Wear their identity on their sleeve, because not everyone can, but they are in a position where they want to make a difference and be seen for those who cant, cuz they know how it feels to be lost and scared and not have any idea how to move forward. Let their voice BE a voice.

A SnapBack. A call back to the first date with their highschool sweetheart, who listened, and put his hat on them and took them out and let them be themself, and loved them for it.

The most important thing to take from this anon, is that there is no Look. There is no way to dress or act or look if you're non binary, its not fashion. The same way clothing has no gender, anyone can wear whatever the fuck makes them happy. Put clothes on that, when you look in the mirror, you feel comfortable and happy. Its a very personal thing, and its about YOU, and how you feel. and your gender journey. Gender and Sexuality is as vast a spectrum as the human condition.

Thank you so much for the ask and inspiring me to make a look book and fashion journey post, I'll put it up tomorrow <3

[demonicnarwhale]

Here's my second part of my BFA exhibition

PART 1

And of course, song to listen to here:

あつかれSUMMER - Halcali

Places: 7 x 7 and 8 x 7 inches. Arches (90 hot press) and Strathmore paper (140 cold press). Inking, color pencils and of course, watercolor. I have them in the order of what I worked on first then last, it's also to note that the first four which are squares used Arches paper then I changed to Strathmore which is thicker and has nicer texture for watercolors. It also doesn't bend or curl the paper up as much as Arches (even if I used a thinner Arches my point still stands, Strathmore I fuck with).

Also cold press often times has bumpy texture or where you can see the paper pulp stuff while hot press is obviously much smoother, but Strathmore, at least the 140 press one didn't have that weird bumpy texture unlike other watercolor paper brands like Arches or Rives BFK. So I likey and very much suggest trying it out too!

Additions: Post it notes, fake newspaper clip thing, map, and some drawn polaroids (which I've realized don't have a vintage look to it like how I'd like, oops!!!)

Newspaper placed next to Deuce as he's a (coal) miner, or one of the remaining ones. Used newsprint for that nice tan-ish color of the paper and its thinness to give it an aged look, did the same for the bottom too

YEAAAYYYYY NAUTICAL MAP!!! (i know little about them lol but this was fun and made me actually think of some of the geography)

Some notes mainly written by PS (I still need to figure out his handwriting... writing in a different style is hard...) but then also some others. Just some lose world building or "historical" moments of the town or locations like ...

🦞🔥THE LOBSTER SHACK🔥🦞

The 1987 one was from me and my friend laughing over her going "you should put the bite of 87 from FNAF" and I thought it was way too funny to NOT do so

Tehehee AR moment... I thought it'd be cool to make a lil business card he'd give as he's a mechanic wheeeeee. (i FORGOT THE REASONING OF THE PHONE NUMBER AREA CODE THING OH MY GOD I KNOW IT WAS OFF OF A BIBLE VERSE, because i love lovemlove love bible or religious motifs/symbolism/call backs/nods to/allusion/etc) I WROTE IT DOWN ON A POST IT NOTE BUT I LOST IT!!!!!

I do remember this specific verse as I thought it worked well enough to give a hint of the overarching story of this town collapsing in on itself (but resetting soon enough).

Mark 13:32 talks about the second coming of Jesus. Wellllll mainly how no one knows when that day will be. And so, I thought it'd be neat for it to tie in to how no one in the town knows when things hit the fan. And there'll always be a reset?? I don't know how to really explain it, but my mind just went "oh haha the second coming is like a reset" when it's. NOT. but whatever go off idiot. I also looked into fictional area codes butttt 555 had been used as the go-to in the 1960s for fake phone numbers. Much to think about it but I needed to just make something up. 627 = MAR

Some drawn polaroids of the baby boy, Connor (Sharkbait son!!!) I wanted it to feel like silly photos you take with friends, family, or pets. And HK (or Trace... or Fin. I'm leaning towards HK because she absolutely adores Connor. But Fin, I feel like he'd be the type to joke about taking silly/stupid photos, so like a close up. And Trace would feel really cute to me that he subtly or takes funny looking photos of the lil one but isn't as open or "Aawwwwwwww" type yeah) took them as a "lets remember this fun time"

Full Bleeds: 15.5 x 12 inches or 12 x 15.5. Digital drawings printed out on Arches paper (quarter sheets). Full bleed meaning it ya know, has no white boarders and such

oh you KNOW MY BITCH ASS LOVES THEM SWOOPING/WAVE LOOKING EYE MOTION THING!!!!!! (and i realized that the bottom two drawings, one should be flipped so they're both framing the middle piece which is the abstracted looking mess. But oh well, the bottom one's night/space sky thing is swooping inwards clockwise but the cliffside on the right throws it off... oAURgh)

i just placed both canvases in one for the digital images here

I'm so sad that I fucked up the lines for the crosswalk I SWEAR TO GOD I HAD IT LINED UP!!! I DON'T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED OR WHY IT'S NOT LINEDAOURUAGOJ

but anyways, i think that should be all! I had a lot of fun and anguish creating these works for this story which I've been fucking with for around 3 years. I wanted to pay some homage and a lil cheers to the Intermission, but also try to start treating this story and the characters as their own stand alone thing or like evolved??? thing?? yeah. uhhhh yeah!

I also used this semester as a means of experimenting and trying new things. I was very happy and excited to combine digital and traditional art in ways that compliment each other for each piece, but when put all together it's kinda chaotic. Controlled chaos of some sorts teheee.

This was the studio I was given (alongside another BFA student, studiomate moment lets goooo, and I'll share the progression of work in here if I have pics lol. But having cleaned it out makes me feel really sad that this semester went by so fast. My ass was here Monday - Saturday sometimes even staying late as 7-8pm which sucked to me when it got dark cuz yay bus and walking home but eh. It was still really fun joking with my friends that we should sleep over at the studios).

ALSOOOOO!!!! Should I make a separate tumblr account/blog/space for Catalyst? I've mentioned before that this story that was an AU is now turning into its own thing to me as I feel like my depictions of these characters are beginning to take their own sort of spin due to obvious reasons that they're all in a whole different setting. And because some of the characters I don't know too well or I feel that I'm not 100% -ing them with the original source material, or that it's clear these are MY versions and such, of these characters, compared to other folks.

And allowing them to become ocs would be a bit easier to work with! I think it'd be fun to watch them slowly but surely evolve (hopefully) into different characters, like a side by side where I change up certain features or personality things and whatever. Ofc I'll make it clear that they started as AU's or versions of the Intermission group but then changed to fit the story better.

It's mainly also for organization sake, but also to really emphasize me wanting the story to become its own thing.

[fayoftheforest]

human kite & antisemitism

In the notes of my recent meta on Vampire Kyle AUs, a user reflected on how similar antisemitic stereotypes might overlap with his TFBW character as well. Since I also have some thoughts on this and enjoyed putting together the last lil post I thought I’d do another on this subject too :) 

South Park Fandom Wiki states that Human Kite is heavily inspired by Superman, “being a faraway alien with the ability to fly and to shoot lasers out of his eyes, even wearing a costume with the color red, yellow, and blue and a symbol in his chest to match.”  I think this is pretty cool! Superman was created by Jewish immigrants and is very Jewish-coded in his origin story, being “a refugee with the Hebrew-inspired name ‘Kal-El’ who escaped a dying world and fought Nazis during World War II” (JewishUnpacked). I don’t know if Tratt were aware of these roots, but either way, I think it’s pretty neat :)

South Park Fandom Wiki also claims that Kyle playing an alien character “may be a reference to how Adolf Hitler did not consider Jews ‘human.’" This is. Uh. Less neat.

Similarly upsetting is the name itself, Human Kite, which is a play on words with the horrific ethnic slur “kike.” American Jewish Committee posits that the term “is derived from the Yiddish word for circle, ‘kikel,’ a reference to how Jewish immigrants at Ellis Island signed their entry forms: a circle as opposed to an X, which Jews associated with the cross of Christianity. Immigration officers described those who signed forms with a circle as ‘kikel,’ eventually being shortened to ‘kike.’”

Did Matt and Trey really create his entire character just so that Cartman could call him Human Kike that one time? I can’t say for certain, just in the same way I don’t have a direct quote from them confirming the reasoning behind their selections of names for Kyle and Ike. But I can tell you that if you put ‘em together and you get… yeah. Yep. “Kike” again. Thank you, Tratt, very cool 👍Get a new joke maybe :/

Now, let’s talk specifically about his laser powers. Up until researching for this meta, I had presumed that Kyle’s ability to shoot lasers from his eyes was a direct reference to the Jewish Space Laser conspiracy popularised to the public by terrifyingly influential political figure Marjorie Taylor Greene. In 2018, Greene wrote a Facebook rant speculating that the California wildfires were caused by a giant laser floating in space, owned by the Jews. Very normal thing to believe :|

However, during my research, I realised that these timelines did not match up. As mentioned, Greene’s rant was shared in 2018, but didn’t go viral until 2021. Meanwhile, South Park’s The Fractured But Whole was released way back in 2017! What I had initially assumed was another antisemitic reference is in fact just a dreadful and ridiculous coincidence. Nonetheless, It’s still a commonality that’s worth pointing out, I think.

Just as an aside, I’d like to take this opportunity to give a shoutout to cousin Kyle’s version of Human Kite. Everything about him is an egregious Jewish caricature, from his irritating, snivelling voice to his long list of health issues. It’s not my fault that the limited Jewish gene pool has fucked me over, Tratt! Leave me alone! A meta about antisemitism within Cousin’s Kyle characterisation would be a mile long, so I’ll spare you that for now.

Anyway, what does this all mean when we’re creating fan content around TFBW? Must we just chuck the Human Kite persona into a blender and never speak of it again? Not necessarily. Speaking as a Jewish fandom member, I quite enjoy reading and writing Human Kite. It’s a fun character to play around with! Despite his unfortunate roots, I don’t believe including him is innately antisemitic. It just depends on how you go about doing it! If he’s not secretly running the world, controlling the banks and Hollywood, or consuming the blood of innocent Christians, you’re on the right track. 

You could even go for a little meta-commentary and acknowledge the antisemitic coding within the text! Here’s an example of how I did that in my upcoming TFBW reality swap fic (don’t question why there’s two of everyone, it makes sense within the text lmao)

“Wait, you’re telling me in an alternate reality we’re all aliens?” Kyle gawks at this funhouse-mirror version of himself, who’s busy gawking right back. “No, Kyle, just—just you,” Kenny says. “Oh.” Kyle narrows his eyes. “You know, it’s difficult not to interpret this with antisemitic undertones.” “What, like the Jewish Space Laser conspiracy?” Cartman asks. Mysterion frowns. “Jewish people have space lasers in your universe?” “No,” Cartman sighs and shakes his head forlornly, before muttering, “it’s a made-up rumour to perpetuate mistrust and hatred towards the Jewish community.” “Alright, don’t sound so disappointed,” Kyle huffs. “Guys!” Stan says. “Can we not start this argument again?” “I never said it was a cool rumour, Kyle!” Cartman snaps defensively. “Obviously it’s super harmful and whatever. All I meant was that it would have been cool if it were real. Because, like, space lasers are awesome! Right?” He looks to Kite, apparently presuming that they’re an authority on the matter. “Um.” Kite blinks, then says hesitantly, “I can shoot lasers… from my eyes. And once I did sort of fly up into space and magnify the lasers to destroy Chaos’s tin foil factory. So, uh. Does that help?” Cartman’s face lights up and is split in half by an enthusiastic grin. “It helps a lot, actually.” Kyle groans and pinches his nose. “You have no idea how much education you’ve just undone, dude.” He opens his eyes to glower at Kite. Kenny glances at Chaos. “Tin foil factory?” Chaos waves a hand dismissively. “Outsourcing proved more efficient.”

There we go! A lighthearted little nod, which acknowledges potential antisemitic readings of Human Kite, without justifying or excusing it. It’s not at all necessary when creating fan content around Human Kite, but just know that that’s an option to you, if you so choose. Just make sure antisemites are the butt of your joke, and not Jewish people, lmao.

I’ll finish up by returning to my general sentiment that I held in my Vamp!Kyle post. If you conduct your creations with a basic level of awareness and self-reflection, you’ll probably be alright. Just stay in the know, and you’re all good to go 😎

[vampyrebellion]

hi i saw your other ask and now i feel nosy…..

- do u have any ideas on just like Alecdora transitioning and in your other post you said that his parents weren’t overly accepting but the Golden Dawn offered a environment away from that so i’m curious :D

- can u talk about toxic yaoi william and alecdora if you have any thoughts… their dynamic is infinitely intriguing…

-OK LAST ONE a bit specific but like how do u think he sleeps…. i keep imaging him curled up like a little kitty but im curious for ur take..

I am so glad you asked because I do actually have a lot for that! Haha (:

Firstly I do draw him both pre-transition/top surgery quite a lot honestly since I find a lot of comfort in drawing him with similar traits to me as a transmasc myself ^_^ but I also very much enjoy dabbling with his post-op scars and stuff as well! In general I like to have a timeline for things so usually if I draw him pre or post op it just depends on where in the timeline I think the drawing is taking place 👍🏻 a lot of the time I draw him binding with wraps and things like that since I think he would but if not it’s usually because I’m drawing him in a more relaxed environment where he can have some space to decompress (binding is taxing from personal experience) I don’t see him starting to really start goals towards transitioning till he has joined the Golden Dawn where he has a better/safer environment to do that in and can come out to people at his own pace when/if he feels comfortable to. (Personally think William would be the first to know just because he is the captain and he isn’t exactly straight so he gets it I think) ^_^

Secondly!! I did play around with the idea since I kind of like to stay in a sort of period accurate headcanon but it’s fantasy so it doesn’t really matter too much to me lol but because of that I thought it would be cool to have like a magic top surgery operation haha it’s kind of what makes the most sense to me if it was like some sort of altering or transformation magic to substitute for a medical operation (to be honest I love black clover but sometimes the magic doesn’t make sense to me so I’m just making shit up) and I kind of made a design that resembled the symbols that he had when everyone was possessed by the elves in the elf reincarnation arc but I’m not completely satisfied with the design so I’ll more and likely change it later so for now he just has regular looking top scars like in my usual drawings

Thirdly! I am honestly as obsessed with William and Alecdora’s relationship as he is with William lol there’s something about someone wanting to devote their entire being to someone like that that makes me insane!! When Alecdora dropped that line where he was saying William looked like a deity to him I knew it was over for me and I fixated so terribly bad on them. Obviously their relationship wouldn’t be the most healthy thing and I don’t condone this kind of behavior irl but it’s sooo fun to think about in fiction. I guess their dynamic reminds me a lot of like a knight who is unwaveringly dedicated to serving their ruler, y’know? And Alecdora is endlessly devoted to William. I really like the one-sided aspect of their relationship because I’m a giant sucker for characters who yearn and yearn hard for someone without ever fully having had their feelings reciprocated back but still being very devoted to them regardless. But I also very much enjoy the scenario where William is reciprocative to Alecdora’s feelings and I think in that situation it could be a lot easier for them to figure out how to set healthy relationship boundaries with one another since there is more chances for communication that way ^_^ 👍🏻 so yeah!! Big fan of both yearning one sided Alecdora and full fledged relationship William/Alecdora.

Lastly! I honestly think when he’s by himself he just kind of sleeps curled up like you said or hugging a pillow or something but when he’s with William I think he likes to hug him while he sleeps 👍🏻 honestly if he lived in a time period like 2025 I know his ass would have a body pillow and weighted blanket he needs that kind of grounding.

Anyway!! Thank you for the asks! I had a lot of fun and sorry it took so long to respond I wanted to draw some examples to go with my answers but anyway I hope you enjoy and have a pleasant day! ^_^ p.s. if anybody ever has any requests feel free to drop them in my asks,, I WILL draw them trust