#I feel like this might come off as making fun of kinning but it's not supposed to

[crimsoncandy04]

Halloween offer. Scaramouche in a costume: ulona, ​​Scream, Vampire any to your taste. Wants to kill us trying to find us in a big house where they threw a party. 🎃

Posts have been slow today and I'm sorry for making you and everyone wait.

(it was my laundry day ☺️ it took a bit but now I can write in clean/lavender scented sheets. Plus my favorite blankie is soft again 🥰❤️)

So here is your request.

(Albeit a bit behind schedule) ( please forgive me 🥺😖)

Jealousy was a nasty emotion. An unsightly feeling that made any respectable human look stupid and deranged. At least that's what Scaramouche had originally believed before he discovered that a certain brother of his had done the unthinkable. No. The unforgivable.

Kabukimono KNEW that Scara liked you. And yet he STILL accepted your confession and started dating you.

He didn't even attend the same university as you and still just believed he could have you when CLEARLY Scaramouche would have been the more convenient pick! It's not that they looked any different anyways...Scara could EASILY act more whiny and insufferable if he needed to, since you APPARENTLY had a type.

The audacity of the little pipsqueak.

He wouldn't let this betrayal slide.

No.

Kabukimono would pay.

YOU would pay.

And so Scara quickly began to set everything up for his revenge plan.

Getting rid of his triplet brother would be the hardest part. But he decided that it would be easiest to frame his end as a tragic accident.

Adding something he was allergic to in his food would be easiest. Especially if he hid it well and convinced kabukimono to eat after he took his medicine.

The police would see that he was already under the effects of sleeping medication. And conclude that in his dreary mental state, he must've accidentally eaten something that was deadly to him and rule his death as an accident.

It was perfect.

However, just before Scaramouche pulled it off, fucking WANDERER nearly messed it up completely by asking Scaramouche why he offered to make dinner and clearly added something to the pot that Kabu couldn't have.

He brushed it off as a mistake and assured his other kin that he would make something else but as soon as Wanderer left, Scaramouche went back to scheming.

He knew he succeeded when he got a call from the local hospital with Wanderer on the other end screaming his head off about Scaramouche being a piece of shit and accusing him of purposely harming their baby brother.

Scara just hung up.

That little shit had it coming.

But now his attention was back on you.

Beautiful, funny, charming... STUPID...you.

No. He had to remain strong.

You were clearly in the wrong. How could you not have seen the way he looked at you? The way he'd leave little gifts on your desk? The way he'd always drop EVERYTHING to spend time with you if you just as much as mentioned that you were lonely.

You did this on purpose just to fuck with him huh?

You'd regret that.

One of the most popular men on campus (Aether) had recently announced that he was going to throw a huge Halloween party at his house. Everyone who wanted to come could as he and his sister (Lumine) were well regarded for their kindness and easy going attitudes socially. Therefore the event wasn't exclusive and they made it clear that everyone going was to just have fun and have a few drinks regardless of anything going on in their lives outside.

This opportunity couldn't be better for Scara. He relished in the idea of being handed such a perfect chance to get you alone practically on a silver platter.

Now he just needed a fucking costume.

A day had passed since the party announcement and eventually Scaramouche found the time to shop for a costume. A typical store bought vampire outfit. Nothing special, he didn't plan on staying honestly. Just wanted to get you and then leave. There was no need for an elaborate or expensive costume.

However once Scaramouche arrived at the party, he realized that finding you might be more of an issue than he originally considered.

Aether and Lumine clearly came from a well off family to put it simply. Their home was nothing short of an old money mansion that had more square feet to it than the number of citizens in the town. And as Scaramouche crept inside the painted giant oak doors along with the rest of the crowd, his eyes widened in sheer disbelief as he took in the giant foyer and circular iron staircase as well as the high ceilings and marble floors.

Where the hell were you in this absolutely unnecessary amount of likely inherited living space?

Scaramouche slowly made his way through the crowd of guests and made it upstairs safely. Pausing to look below only once as his heart practically stopped.

Wanderer had just entered.

He wasn't dressed up either and he had his phone out which meant only one thing.

He was looking for Scara.

Quickly Scaramouche fled from the stairs to the upstairs hall. A long corridor with six doors lining the walls in total. He could hear voices and the muffled sounds of people fucking, however as he crept closer to the end of the hallway, he managed to catch your voice finally.

However it was coming from the stairs.

Fuck.

Scaramouche crept back towards the top. Careful to not make much of a scene as he tried to blend in with everyone else he passed and appear nonchalant.

What were you wearing?

He heard you laughing then. Sharply turning his head to face the group of people that were drinking and chatting near the railing. However he couldn't spot which one was you. He saw two men dressed as a cartoon character and an actual banana. The rest of the group consisted of 5 women. Three were wearing generic witch costumes while the other two were some kind of robot and a maid.

Scaramouche tried peering at their faces but was quickly given a look and was forced to look away. Not that he had had much time anyway as he glimpsed Wanderer coming up the steps too.

Scara hurried away.

He guessed you were probably one of the witch girls he didn't see very closely and ducked into a closet nearby to wait out Wanderer while also spying on you and your two friends.

You sounded drunk. But oddly enough it was almost cute to him. The way you laughed at stupid things and sang along to the music playing downstairs. Going as far as to poorly mimic the sound of the instruments with your own voice as you gave little care to your surroundings.

Eventually you wandered off. And so did Scara's brother thankfully.

He tried to trail you now. The knife he had brought still safely tucked into his pocket as he struggled to guess which room you were in now.

Scaramouche couldn't wait to make you pay for playing with his emotions like you did. Just the idea of seeing your pretty face contorted with fear as you struggled to move underneath him while he pinned you down. He could just hear the sounds of your adorable shrieks of pain and terror as he plunged the blade into your chest. The satisfaction he would feel, knowing that HE had been the last face you saw. The last man that would be in your mind as your eyes dulled and your body slowly bled out beneath him.

Finally you would know how he felt when he saw you with his brother at that stupid park that day.

The suffering he had been put through. The pain in his chest that YOU had inflicted upon him.

Scaramouche crept into the first empty room. Nothing. Just some random girl that lay passed out on the floor. Some other girl was clearly high as she sat on the bed staring at the ceiling blankly.

He shut the door angrily.

He heard you talking again.

The end. She's near the end of the hallway.

However before Scaramouche could head that way, he glimpsed a blue and white hoodie out of the corner of his eye and immediately ducked back into the room he had just left as Wanderer passed by the door and greeted you as you spotted him.

"Wawan! You came! Wait where's Kabu? Is he busy or something? I really needed to see him today."

"he's fine. He just had a really bad allergy attack yesterday. He's at home resting now. By the way, have you seen Scaramouche anywhere? I need to discuss something with him but I can't find him."

"no. I haven't. I thought he didn't like parties so I didn't bother looking for him."

"don't worry about it then. It's no big deal anyway. Just text me if you do see him. Have fun Y/N. I'll see you next week."

Finally he left after that.

Scaramouche quickly made his move.

However you were fucking gone AGAIN by the time he got to the end of the hall and picked the lock on the furthest door.

Swearing to himself and turning back around, he spotted your hat above the crowd and quickly stalked after you as you went back downstairs.

Several people were suspicious of him now as he had done nothing but creep around and hide since he had arrived and as he followed you into the kitchen, more heads turned his way.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

This was NOT as easy as he thought it would be.

Scaramouche quickly put on a fake smile as he pretended to be grabbing some pizza and ate it in the corner as he kept his eyes glued on you.

Your long dark hair fell over your plump ass in the most sensual way in his opinion. Your smooth skin glistened in the harsh bright lights. The way your soft voice sounded so breathy and kind even now as you slurred your words and tried to hug someone only to spill your drink on yourself.

Your thin black dress clung to your hips and emphasized your full figure beautifully as you struggled to wipe off the excess beverage from your chest with a napkin someone handed you.

Gods how Scaramouche could just feel his cock harden in his pants at the thought of being able to yank down that tight dress and expose your fat tits to him as he leaned down and gently bit one of your nipples between his teeth.

But no. He couldn't. You didn't want him.

You wanted his lousy and probably terrible lay of a brother instead.

Scaramouche struggled to understand what you even saw in that brat as he followed you out the back of the kitchen and through the small hallway behind it. You were heading for the bathroom at the end and he knew it was now or never.

If Scaramouche couldn't have you.

No one would.

You stumbled through the door just as he lunged in after you. Quickly shutting it and locking you both inside.

You had no idea what was going on.

"oh Scara! I thought you were at home with your brothers. Sorry I really need to pee. Can you wait outside for your turn in the bathroom? I don't feel comfortable with you while I'm here too.

Suddenly Scaramouche grabbed you by your shoulders and flipped you around. Pinning you against the bathroom wall as he swiftly pulled out his knife and held it to your throat.

"I'll bet you would be just fine if I were Kabukimono though hmm? You'd let HIM be in here with you wouldn't you?"

Scaramouche's hand shook as he pressed the blade into your tender flesh. A thin crimson line forming as he continued.

"so did you have your fun? Did you and him just LAUGH it up as you joked about how PATHETIC I must've looked trying so hard to get your attention for so long?"

"S-Scara... please you don't understand! We're not together!" You pleaded.

He just rolled his eyes.

"yeah right. I SAW you two meet up after evening class last month. DON'T fucking lie to me bitch."

"I'm not lying! Check my phone if you don't believe me!"

Scaramouche paused. Inching the blade away from your neck just a little.

"what? What do you mean?"

"just look. I didn't know how else to try and talk to you. So I befriended Kabu in hopes that he'd help me figure out how to spend more time with you." Your voice trembled. You shook physically as Scaramouche felt his entire inside grow cold.

No way.

He pulled your phone from your purse and easily unlocked it. Scrolling through your messages. His entire face went blank.

Shit.

He fucked up.

BEYOND fucked up.

You suddenly began to cry.

"please don't kill me! I didn't mean to make you mad! I thought you hated me because we never talked! Please just let me leave! I wanna go home!"

Scaramouche's heart raced.

No no.

This was bad.

You'd NEVER talk to him again after this.

You'd probably even call the police.

Wanderer would hear the story and put two and two together as to what happened to Kabukimono.

He'd absolutely beat the shit out of him and that was if Scaramouche DIDN'T get the shit beat out of him in prison first for two counts of attempted murder!

He knew he was fucked.

And so he gave in to the thoughts in his head.

"I'll let you go. But first..."

Scaramouche pulled you back against him as he continued to hold the knife to your throat. His free hand grasped your boob as he leaned in and gently nibbled the side of your neck.

"If I never get the chance to touch you after this, I want to enjoy myself tonight."

Using his blade, Scaramouche then brought the weapon downward and cut open the front of your dress. Your nipples grew hard as the cool air hit them. Your pussy getting wet despite the circumstances.

You tried to push Scara away from you but he clung on tightly. His entire arm wrapped around your waist as he pushed you towards the floor. Once down, he slapped your ass HARD as he pulled down the back of your dress next and exposed more of you to his predatory gaze.

His eyes linger on your curves as you feel his hand carefully trace the outline of your sex through the fabric of your panties. Cupping your pussy as he pulled your hair aside and kissed your neck again. Leaving a small trail down your back as his lips stopped on your ass cheek. He then gave it another slap before suddenly cutting away your underwear too.

Your glistening sex was a sight to behold. So wet and plump. So warm and inviting. Scaramouche couldn't help but give your lower lips a little lick as he dug his hands into your hips and pulled you against his face.

"Scara~" you whine. His tongue is deep inside of you then. He doesn't stop.

He laps at your delicate inner walls greedily even as you writhe on the floor. Your drunk body doing very little as you slump against the bathroom tile. The pleasure being too much for you in your current mental state.

You hear him sigh and moan a little against your cunt as he gives some attention to your clit next. Licking in a small circular motion as he makes your legs shake. Only stopping when you cry out and your juices squirt into his mouth.

Scaramouche swallows every drop hungrily as sits up and then flips you finally. Settling between your thighs as he frees his cock and teases your opening with the head.

"Scara you can't...I could get pregnant ~" you moan. Your words simply go in one ear and out the other as he slides into you roughly.

"good. If you do, everyone will know who this pussy belongs to and no one will DARE take you from me. Besides..." He picks up the pace. Yanking your knees up further as he fucks deeper into you.

"I think you'd look so cute all swollen with my child." He places a hand on your lower abdomen as he begins to go even faster now. His climax quickly approaching.

You moan and gasp as he hits your sweet spots repeatedly. Causing your lower body to tighten as you feel yourself cumming again. This time alongside Scara.

He takes a few deep breaths before slowly pulling out of you. Your body limp from the assault as you lay completely spent on the floor before him.

Fuck.

There was no coming back from this.

Scaramouche pulled out his phone and shot Wanderer a quick text. Telling him everything before tossing it over his shoulder and going back to focusing on you.

You were clearly still intoxicated. But your face was glowing as the aftermath of your orgasm still has you relaxed and tired. Scaramouche knew he'd be in deep shit for this. All of this.

But he still had one plan in mind.

He slid himself back into your tight heat and began to thrust into you once more. Your soft moans already driving him wild. And this would just be the beginning.

Before the night was over either Wanderer or the police would arrive for him. Or maybe both. But that didn't matter anymore.

Scaramouche still had a good 45 minutes with you before anyone would find you both.

That was plenty of time to ensure that at least when he was behind bars, that you and your body would be forever marked by him.

And that he'd have a new son or daughter waiting for him upon his release.

[bonefall]

i NEED to know more about waspwhisker/waspstar now that xey seem to be leader during TBC/ASC. are xey as levelheaded as leafstar or more aggressive? i think it would be fun if xey were willing to defend skyclans separate culture WAY MORE than leafstar was willing to. that would especially bring conflict with the imposter and maybe could even lead to a battle!

I'm leaning HEAVILY towards doing it. Killing off Leafstar during Squirrelflight's Horror by having Juniperclaw poison their food makes perfect sense. He was trying to make them desperate to leave the territory, so they'd invade the Sisters' camp.

Plus, then I can delete the Meadow Saffron subplot. There was no new plant that suddenly showed up like a big coincidence RIGHT as tensions escalated-- Sparkpelt can just have gotten a bite of the poisoned food somehow.

(Maybe a diplomatic meeting... I'll think about it.)

Anyway, here's an Intro to BB!Waspwhisker, and how xey would act as Waspstar in comparison to BB!Leafstar;

WASPWHISKER

Once the ShadowClan family tree is complete, I will be going back to SkyClan's overhaul and making it more significant.

But in the meanwhile, Waspwhisker is a very close family cat to xeir mate Fallowfern, and kids; Plumwillow, Rabbitleap, and Creekfeather.

(Nettleplash might be gone, unsure.)

I really like Creekfeather for absolutely no reason. I just like his name lmao. SO I'm probably going to put him into The Kin so I can get mileage out of him as a villain

Having Waspwhisker have to fight and maybe even kill xeir own son sounds absolutely JUICY. Push this guy to the BRINK

Show, over and over, how Waspwhisker is willing to put SkyClan above everything xey've ever loved.

When The Kin absorbed a significant portion of SkyClan, Waspwhisker took Leafstar's side. Though xey can be tough, xey're always fair and rational.

The reason to exclude Daylight Warriors makes no sense and is just based on pride, in xeir eyes. The Daylight Warriors are not the ones attacking the camp right now, are they?

There are SkyClan Warriors in the gorge that night, and there are traitors.

And if that includes Creekfeather... then so be it. Creekfeather has made his choice.

You might think that Waspwhisker is a mean person. Xey're not.

In fact, when it comes to friends and family, Wasp's compassion is absolutely limitless.

Plumwillow and Rabbitleap get their love of long discussions from xem, as a Ba Waspwhisker was always encouraging their curiosity.

Xey like to answer questions with more questions, and guide kits and apprentices by leading them to the right answer instead of outright telling them.

The thing that makes Waspwhisker so brutal is that, well... xey just don't see the value in being overly generous. Xey want what xey are owed.

Down to the last scrap of fur, the final droplet of blood.

As a warrior who has gone through so much, loved so thoroughly, and serves a people who have lost everything, shouldn't respect come with that?

SkyClan has been cheated, threatened, and betrayed from the moment they were driven from the forest. Waspwhisker believes in reciprocity like it's a bank account-- xey simply want the positives and the negatives to be in balance.

It feels clear to xem that the moment they stepped paw into the new forest, the Forest Four saw them as pitiable.

They were not equal. SkyClan is a mixed-blood Clan of ex-kittypets and loners.

The politeness that defines SkyClan, helped to keep coalitions of cats together at a distance through forgiveness and cordiality, is a funny joke to Forest Four.

Though times are changing in Clan Culture, strength is currently still a stronger value than diplomacy.

Leafstar was playing by SkyClan rules. They have their own values, traditions, even a copy of the warrior code that diverges earlier.

But Waspwhisker can see-- what at first seems "amusing" about SkyClan to the Forest Four is quickly hardening into contempt.

And that contempt is mutual.

Forest Four cats are proud, self-absorbed, xenophobic, and stubborn. And they don't even realize that.

They're so used to only ever dealing with each other. With their big bluffs, political showboating, and ceremonial fights.

To Waspwhisker, it seems as though Forest Four cats see battle like a game. One you play together, with ancient, unspoken rules that SkyClan has been locked out of for generations.

It's been so long since they've known REAL fear that they've forgotten it. SkyClan hasn't.

Claws aren't toys; battle isn't a game. To SkyClan, their skills are a martial art.

To be respected.

In SkyClan's conversation about what "version" of the Warrior Code they will use, and how they interact with other Clans, Waspwhisker has always felt uneasy about the very premise.

Who interprets the Code, to begin with? Us, or them?

WASPSTAR

If I end up going with this, Leafstar will die of poisoning in Squirrelflight's Horror.

Juniperclaw did it to try and convince SkyClan that the Sisters ARE a threat. He wants them out of ShadowClan territory.

At first, Heartstar is going to refute any accusations of her deputy/nephew doing this poisoning. Nepotism is her consistent weak spot.

Waspwhisker might have died too, but someone tasted poison.

(Maybe I'll have it be the wounded sister they are holding as a prisoner. She can recognize a flower in a spoonful of soup and lurch foward to slap it out of their paw, then dump over the pot. Maybe when Squilf's about to have a bite, so there's a big accusation that the sister only stopped it to try and help the one who's been nice to her)

But in any case, when Waspwhisker finds out that it was a Forest Four warrior who did this...

It really solidifies in xem that xeir uneasiness was right.

Juniperclaw may have acted alone, but his feelings were born out of a deeper spite. One that Leafstar was too optimistic about.

They'll never take SkyClan seriously if something is not done about Juniperclaw. Exile is a JOKE.

The only thing that Forest Four cats seem to respect is brutality.

So xey will GIVE them brutality.

You demand we follow your version of this code?

"We'll start with a true warrior not needing to kill to win his battles, unless it is necessary for self-defense. Understand that I have no reason to believe Juniperclaw would not do it again. This was self-defense."

If the Forest Four can't even be consistent about Commandment 1, then they wouldn't be able to handle how SkyClan interprets the rest.

Xey insist SkyClan matters will be handled by SkyClan. When a law would affect another Clan, then we can discuss it.

Like Bramblestar, Waspstar refuses to be pushed around.

Unlike Bramblestar, they aren't a particularly emotional or biased person. In fact, Waspstar is cold.

That reputation is exactly what xey want, though. Let it precede us. "If they fear us, we live in peace. If they respect us, we live in peace. I offer the choice of which type of harmony we have together."

A good diplomat realizes quickly that Waspstar is not unreasonable, though. Getting xem to do anything is a matter of demonstrating mutual benefit.

Or making a show of goodwill.

Hawkwing is chosen as Waspstar's deputy because of his compassion and commitment.

They're not TOO different as well, and that's a plus to Wasp. Xey want the deputy to see eye-to-eye with xem, but still be bold and emotional enough to launch a challenge if needed.

Xey have thought fondly of Hawkwing ever since Plumwillow's mate went missing, and Hawkwing became a father to Wasp's grandkits.

Unfortunately, I can see Waspstar either respecting the Impostor a lot (for living by the same brutality he demands of other Clans) OR coming to a huge battle against the Impostor (for trying to force SkyClan to live a certain way).

In contrast to BB!Leafstar, who would think Bramblefake is a lunatic from the very beginning.

In a nutshell; If the two leaders heard the phrase, "an eye for an eye makes the whole world blind,"

Leafstar would hum and smile, praising the wisdom of the words. There are many ways to win a battle, and she does not want SkyClan to have to lose its peaceful life after enduring so much hardship. "That which cannot be fixed must be broken, and revenge is not something that can be repaired."

Waspstar would gently shake xeir head. That hope died with her. Either SkyClan will choose the change they make, or it will be taken. Our new neighbors respect only one thing, and if we want our kittens to live in peace, then we must study war, "If the enemy has taken your eye, take both of theirs."

[quietblueriver]

They’re in my head again (always) so here’s some more Southern Gothic fluff. Once again very minor spoilers for last night’s ep but mostly just them being perfectly, disgustingly in love.

-

The bones on Laudna’s garland knock together overhead as Imogen ducks under her arm, laughing and stepping close again, squeezing Laudna’s fingers (gently, always gently) before standing on her toes to reciprocate the spin.

Laudna has to bend a little awkwardly to compensate for the height difference, a familiar crack of joints just audible over the music as she turns. She’s laughing when she comes back, smile haunting and bright, and Imogen pulls her close enough to press a kiss to her cheek before twirling her out again.

It’s not long before the deck fills, the rattle of bones a charming if entirely off-beat accompaniment to the music, and a few minutes later, Imogen feels the tap of a skeletal finger on her shoulder. She turns, keeping one hand on Laudna’s waist, to find one of the crewmen shifting from one bony foot to the other.

“Beggin’ your pardon, ma’am.” And Imogen knows that bones can’t blush, but she can almost see it anyway, nerves working themselves out through shifting hip bones and twitching phalanges, a clenching mandible. “Would you mind if I cut in?”

Flaming blue eyes dart to Laudna and Imogen smiles, feeling fond and strangely kin to the skeleton, grateful to be surrounded by souls who see Laudna a little more like she does, who can appreciate the particular beauty of a wilting flower that refuses to give up its spot in the sun.

She raises a brow at her girlfriend, who nods, rubbing a thumb over Imogen’s wrist at her waist.

“Not at all.” She presses another kiss to Laudna’s cheek, a little too close to her mouth to be friendly, and Laudna shakes her head fondly even as she blushes.

No need to worry, darling. I only have eyes for you.

Imogen winks, only the smallest bit embarrassed to have been called out. Can’t blame a girl for tryin’ to make things clear. She tucks a strand of Laudna’s hair behind her ear before stepping back and gesturing to the skeleton waiting patiently beside them.

“Y’all have fun.”

The skeleton dips his skull and moves closer to Laudna. Rather beautifully tattooed waves circle down his radii and ulna, which move hesitantly toward her hand and waist, and Imogen thinks that maybe Kyle isn’t the only sensitive soul on the Crimson Abyss. She hears an enthusiastic, “Hello, there! I’m Laudna,” and smiles as she steps out of the crowd for some quiet.

-

Laudna finds her leaned against the railing, staring into the fog. She braces her forearms next to Imogen’s, pressing their hips together as she says, “Platinum for your thoughts?”

At Imogen’s raised brow she grins and waves a hand, “They’re clearly worth more than a copper, darling, although we might have to come up with some sort of payment plan if you intend to collect. We could resurrect some of the old shows with Pâté and Sashimi, maybe? Or, I have a few craft project ideas…”

Imogen gives a cursory glance to the crowd near them and then puts a hand on Laudna’s jaw and turns her, leaning up for a kiss.

“You can have ‘em for free, darlin’.” Laudna leans down and kisses her again, lips cool and, thrillingly, a little bit familiar now. “You can have whatever you want from me.”

She means it as a tease, even if she’s absolutely serious, but Laudna’s face changes, brow furrowing as she traces her nails up Imogen’s cheek, brings her fingers down to rest against her nape.

“Yes,” she says, quieter. “About that.”

And Imogen knows, braces, waits. Laudna’s eyes, dark and appraising, meet hers. “Your soul is too precious to risk.” It’s definitive, the usual joyful rhythm of her words traded for a series of hard stops.

“So is yours.”

Laudna blinks. And Imogen understands that even now, even after…after, Laudna can’t quite believe what she means to them, what she means to Imogen, but if this is what helps her to understand, then Imogen is more than willing to give it.

“I…”

She waits patiently, but when Laudna seems unable to find her words, looking down at the railing of the ship and biting her lip, Imogen says, “I know she’s in there with you, and you know I support you doin’…whatever it is you want to do about that. It’s your mind and your body and your soul, Laud. I would never, ever try to take any choice away from you.”

She risks tilting Laudna’s chin up with her pointer finger, a gentle pressure that leads Laudna’s eyes back to hers.

“But I need you to understand how important you are to me. To us. I had to live without you once, and…” She clears her throat as a cry comes from the crowd behind them, the music changing and Chetney yelling something she can’t quite make out. Laudna presses closer to her.

“Imogen.”

She shakes her head and takes a deep breath. “I don’t intend on doin’ that again, unless you ask me to.” Laudna shakes her head vehemently, nearly dislodging her rock chisel, and Imogen smiles at her. “But even more than that, it’s…you bring so much good to the world, Laudna. You. As you.” She gestures at the garland and tilts her head back to the crowd. “You bring so much joy.”

“That’s kind of you, darling,” she murmurs, ducking her head again, “but joy isn’t power. I don’t have much of that, without her, but you…you do, Imogen. You’re important. Too important to risk.”

She doesn’t sigh, not out loud, but inside she wants to scream. She wants to give Laudna her soul, to dive into her and destroy the bitch who has spent so long torturing the best person Imogen has ever known.

“There is nothing too important to me to risk for you.” A disgruntled noise, but Imogen pushes on, determined. “Think of what you’d give me for me, Laud.” There’s a tiny drop of ichor at the corner of her eye when she looks up, and Imogen catches it with her thumb as it falls. “You have to know I’d give the same for you. You don’t have to understand why, but…you believe me, right?”

Laudna bites her lip again, and ichor wells there too, the skin split with the force of her incisor. It’ll heal, Imogen knows, but she has to stop herself from tutting, settles for freeing the lip with the same thumb already stained black. Laudna watches as Imogen sucks reflexively on her thumb before bringing it back to Laudna’s cheek.

“Laudna?”

Finally, she nods. “I believe you. Of course, I believe you.”

Imogen nods back at her, says softly, “Good. Then you know, when I said you could suck out some of my soul, I wasn’t offerin’ anythin’ that ain’t already yours.”

Laudna sucks in a breath and Imogen kisses her and kisses her until another cry rises from the crowd and they break apart, breathing slightly heavier.

It’s a lot, all of it. Too much, always too much, to have to carry, even if it is easier between them. But as the music strikes up again, another new tune, Imogen wants to take advantage of the chance to do something a little bit normal and dance with her girlfriend. And if it’s in the most abnormal of circumstances—on a ghost pirate ship with music blasting from their sentient robit friend while bone garland swings from above—then that’s okay. That’s perfectly them.

“And anyway, didn’t you say it was kinda hot? The thought of suckin’ out my soul?”

Laudna barks out a laugh and purples, hand moving to her own cheek.

“Imogen.”

She gives her best roguish grin and winks, grabbing Laudna’s hand.

“Dance with me?”

“Always.”

Their friends are in a circle when they return, Chetney throwing his body against the ground in a strange approximation of a worm as the others clap, and Laudna leans into Imogen as they settle between Orym and Ashton to watch, cheering him on.

[neverpathia]

was struck by another sudden burst of inspiration, okay, so have another little scene from my little AU

pristine cut HEA minor spoilers

advy may look ooc at first but I promise I'm trying

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The Skeptic picked at a scone, prodding its suspiciously rough edges with a fork. "Opportunist sent these over?"

His twin brother, the Smitten, dabbed at his mouth with a napkin. How was his plate already empty? Did he have no sense of taste at all?

"Oh, that slimy, slithery wretch may don the visage of a dragon." Smitten lowered the napkin with a dramatic flourish. "Harken! He yet has kindness within that twisted, twisted heart."

Skeptic rose from his seat and fed the rest of his portion to the nearest trashcan. "The scones aren't even good."

"Fie! My own kin deigns to partake in such indignity?"

"Indignity? More like indigni-tea. 'Cause we just had tea, heh heh."

Smitten ignored the excellent joke. "To waste such a meal as this, and belittle a dear confidant nonetheless-"

"'Dear confidant'?" Skeptic raised an eyebrow. "Hm. Come to think of it, what have the two of you been talking about?"

Smitten shot him an exaggerated glare, his cheeks deepening red. "Brother mine, you shall do well to-"

There was a knock on the door.

On second thought, calling it a 'knock' would do it no justice. It was more like someone was violently pounding on the door, each strike more like a punch, every impact crashing on that poor door like a barrage of steel cannonballs.

Skeptic frowned. "Why would someone knock when we have a doorbell? Based on the strength, it's most likely Stubborn, but why?"

Smitten pushed aside his chair with an excessively graceful flick of the wrist. "Allow me to receive our guest."

"Oh, you're allowed alright." Still, Skeptic was beginning to get a bad feeling about this.

The Smitten began to sashay over to the door. There was something distinctly queer about the movements, and Skeptic muttered something about a certain someone swinging a certain way. Smitten... the Opportunist, 'dear confidant'... surely not--

But Skeptic didn't get to finish that train of thought. And Smitten never got to open the door himself.

Instead, he scrambled away in an uncharacteristically inelegant fashion as the door tore away from its hinges. He just barely managed to make it to safety as it collapsed onto the wooden entryway tiles, bent and battered.

"Excuse me?" The Skeptic was confused.

"Pardon me?" The Smitten was offended.

Smitten's face immediately smoothed into his signature (self-proclaimed) dashing smile when he saw who the intruder was.

"A Princess!" Smitten was positively beaming. "Why, you are always welcome, please have a seat-"

"What?" Skeptic quickly set the plate he was holding onto the nearest surface. "So you're just going to ignore her very obvious crime of property damage?"

This Princess did not look very pleased.

And, with those muscles, she definitely looked like she was capable of causing even more property damage.

"My fair lady, I extend-"

The Adversary did not let the Smitten complete that sentence. She cut him off with a strong square punch in the stomach. It flung him across the living room before he crashed into a cabinet, sending a ceramic vase of roses tumbling to the ground.

"This," she snarled, "is for her."

Skeptic ran to his twin, shocked. Smitten was reeling and coughing. He leaned against the cabinet, surrounded by pieces of shattered ceramic, panting, gasping. A trickle of blood had begun to make its way down his chin.

"Princess..." Smitten murmured, dazed and mesmerised. "How beautiful, how..."

"Excuse me?" Skeptic repeated to Adversary, as calmly as he could muster. "Miss, what are you-?"

She strode towards the wounded Smitten, offering Skeptic a brief glance. Was that pity? Disappointment?

"Two on one might make it a fairer fight," she said. "Right now it's no fun. But you're not a part of this."

Skeptic tensed, ready to help his brother somehow, but it didn't matter. As she readied the next punch, he tried to intercept the blow, but she simply shoved Skeptic aside.

"What-" Frustration. Confusion. He hated it, he hated it all. "No! You can't do this out of nowhere! Smitten- defend yourself, don't just take it-"

The Skeptic's words were powerless. She repeatedly pummeled Smitten with her fists, striking at face and chest and limb, dealing no lethal blows but maximizing the pain of every hit.

"Do you understand what you did?" Adversary yelled between attacks, seething. "To her?"

That seemed to finally bring Smitten to his senses. "Who?" It came out as but a pained breath. "But...I would...never!"

"So you really don't know!" Adversary raised a hand before firmly clasping it around Smitten's neck. There was a sort of rage in her eyes, and it only blazed ever brighter when he lay there sputtering and choking. He struggled. He shook. But he didn't fight back.

"Stop!" Skeptic didn't know what to do with this situation. He despised not knowing. What could he do? What should he do? "Please. You're hurting him."

"Like he hurt her!"

"He's Smitten! He'd never lay a finger on a girl, let alone hurt one that badly-"

"Okay, then just ask him yourself!"

"How am I supposed to ask him when you're beating him half to death?!"

She paused. And then she released him with a sigh.

"Yeah." She wiped her hands on her tattered skirt. "You know...I really hate beating people up like this. Fine."

She got up.

"I'm still a guest, right?"

Skeptic glared at her. "No."

"Oh. Do you have any energy-drinks? Protein shakes?"

"No. Bugger off."

Skeptic turned to Smitten, his gaze softening in concern. "What's going on, really? What did you do, do you know anything? Do you know this Princess?"

Smitten, too powerless to speak, could only manage a weak shake of his head.

"I'll go get Paranoid later, alright?" Skeptic awkwardly patted him on the shoulder. He looked back at Adversary, who was busy leafing through-

"No checking the drawers," Skeptic said crossly.

She wrinkled her nose. "You guys really have nothing good! Ten whole brands of black coffee? Seriously?"

Skeptic cleared his throat.

"I'll have to ask you a few things, Miss...Eye? Needle?"

"Adversary," she answered.

"Ah." Skeptic nodded. "I thought you looked different. So, who is this 'her' you were talking about?"

When Adversary spoke again, her tone was pure contempt.

"She was his little Damsel. His happily ever after."

[thesixthplaneteer]

Palla Grande: King Slayers

I've been cooking this up a little too long and decided if I don't get it out now I might miss the deadline. Below the break is my entry for this year's Palla Grande: King Slayers! Thank you to @tzimizce for putting on the event!

This piece features a VtM OC I haven't said much about, Baldr! An elder by actual age but barely a young man when embraced. I hope you enjoy the look into his past and how he operates in the present!

Aspects of the Hart have always favored him. From the old stories his mother would tell, hunting them in the forest, and the antlers sprouting from his skull. they always had a place in his life and death. Water sloshed in an arrhythmic tone as he washed his hands and knife. His eyes on the fresh hide hung on a nearby rack, brown fur, even cut, clean edges. His mind drifted as he completed his monotonous work.

Heavy rain and high waves threatened to throw him from the ship. He’d tied himself to his station at the oar and mumbled pleas to the four great Harts to calm the winds. He was sure they were angry at him for killing their kin. His first voyage as a young man and of course it would be one that would try to sway him from going on voyage again. The thought of being lost to the sea, just how easy he would slip into the depths below, made him feel sick. After what felt like days being tossed around like dice in a cup they made landfall. He flung himself over the edge into the shallow water and clambered up the bank to kiss the dirt, to the amusement of many of his comrades. 

Two bowls, one with gray ash and another with briney water, sat on the floor. Kneeling between them the salt smell of the water and sooty smell of the ashes wafted to his nose. The beast balked but, motionless and silent he calmed his inner creature, there would be time later for it to reign. In his silence he meditated and focused on the smells. His mind, unmoored, drifted again out to distant memories. 

A feast and celebration to the siege of a city many deemed impregnable. Now a true man who has spilt blood and bled, he drowned in his cup. Stumbling off on his own to the nearby thicket, he was confronted. His attacker had no sword or spear, nor mail or shield. They had claws and ruby red eyes. Shouts rang out in the distance. For a moment he thought the others noticed and were coming to aid him. When the shouts turned to screams he realized they were facing the wrath of something other than soldiers and citizenry seeking revenge.

After they had their fun with him they dragged his bleeding and broken body to the shore. His wounds burned with the waves lapping at his body. Slowly, he was drained of blood, and forced to drink theirs. They aimed to violate more than his soul, they sought to torment his body and mind. Awakening into a dark wetness, the feeling of tiny mouths and claws ripping away small chunks of his flesh. His screams bubbled and floated away as the murky black rushed into his lungs and his greatest nightmare was manifest.  

With a fistful of ash atop his open palm, he breathes in, then blows it away. This is repeated three more times, blowing ashes into the cardinal directions in acknowledgment of the four harts. With the leftover ash he mixes in some of the sea water to make a lye paste. With the crude paint he draws a Sabbat Ankh over his heart, then runes and symbols over the rest of his chest, stomach, and arms. Scooping up the last of it he smears it over his forehead and eyes. 

Turning to his most recent kill he pulls the bucket out from under the carcass. The contents threaten to spill but the small waves don’t go over the rim. It smells delicious. Nothing compared to a fresh kine but he learned early on to not be picky, however this was not for drinking. He took his loched hair into his hands and bent down to the bucket, careful to not knock it over with his antlers, dipped his hair into the blood. Squeezing and drawing it up he saturated his hair. Once confident it was soaked he flipped back his hair, slapping against his back with a wet thump, intending for most of the excess blood to run down his back. Thin riverlettes of blood ran down his face, mixing with the ash paint. Meticulously he began to drape his lochs over his antlers like bloodied velvet.  

Hands still bloodied he put on his blue woolen pants, staining and marking it with red smears. Then a thin leather belt to secure his pants, leather boots, and finished with woolen leg wraps. The pants fit loosely and would billow out if not for the leg wraps. The excess length of his belt was tied in a knot around the buckle and left to hang. His boots are clean but worn and scuffed with use. Now clothed he turned to the accessories. In an open chest were crowns, aged, cracked, and with empty bezels. Hanging each crown from the points of his antlers he soon sounded like a wind chime when he moved his head. Standing up straight he went through a mental checklist of his outfit. 

Blood soaked hair and rattling crowns hung from his antlers. Thin threads of blood dripped down his face and around his vibrant green eyes. Ashen Runes and Symbols marking his black skin. Blue, blood stained, woolen pants secured with a thin brown leather belt and woolen leg wraps covering the top of his brown leather boots. Now dressed it was time for the final touch. Draping the stag hide over his back, the membrane attached to his skin, the wet blood acting as glue. 

[shyfoxsky]

Label Rankings!

Been seeing this trend make the rounds on here so I thought I'd give my list. I'm going to be considering myself a fox here for simplicity, since I'm still questioning.

Therian - 9/10 I like this label, it's the one I've been using for myself since I awakened, but it loses a point because of the connotation it comes with. I've never once met someone IRL who knew this word beforehand and had a positive opinion on it, and that's only gotten worse with TikTok. If this label was still as obscure and unknown to the general public as it was years ago, it'd easily be a 10.

Otherkin - 6/10 I simply don't feel like this label fits me. I tend to associate it more with non-earthen creatures as identities, even though I know it's an umbrella term. Plus I also just don't like how known it is, similar to Therian. I'm too scarred by all of the YouTube videos badly explaining what Otherkin is back in the 2010s specifically to make fun of people.

Alterhuman - 8/10 I'm pretty comfortable with this, it's just not my main label. It doesn't roll off the tongue as easily as Therian does for me. I like using this as an updated umbrella term and to connect with the community.

Nonhuman - 7/10 It fits, its good, gets the point across, and most people don't think about the community when they hear this word, so it's easier to get away with, but I also don't like it as much as Alterhuman for that reason. Not bad, just not my favorite

Human - 3/10 I can use it, I consider myself human enough to not be super upset when it's used for me, but it just sounds so pretentious. "You know you're a HUMAN, right?" I can only hear this and think of middle schoolers online having to use a restrictive word to avoid me just swerving their comment through grammar loopholes.

Animal - 9/10 Similar to human in that it's just awkward to say sometimes, but yes, I am an animal, thank you for noticing. I love calling myself an animal in front of people and then using the whole "well, humans are technically animals" thing to avoid suspicion.

Being/Thing - 7/10 Pretty solid, but also feels a little dehumanizing (for lack of a better word). Like, I guess? But at the same time, there's other terms you could've used. Just feels like I'm being insulted.

Creature - 8/10 Love this one. It gives mysterious cryptid vibes, which is always a plus as someone in the alt community, but though it's similar to animal in that it's easy to use and get away with, I rarely use it since it just really never naturally comes up in conversation.

Person - 9/10 The better version of Human. Love this one. Gives me autonomy and personhood and individuality in a way that works with my nonhumanity. Where Human feels more physical, this one feels more conceptual, and I love that.

Fox/Foxkin - 10/10 Yes please. This is part of my username on most sites so I get called it a lot. Everyone around me accepts it without question and I'm very used to and comfortable with it. It rolls off the tongue well and just sounds pleasing to the ear. I think using the customized label of my species with "kin" at the end vs just Otherkin helps distinguish it and drop prior opinions others might have.

Vixen - 8/10 More obscure than Fox, I rarely get called it, but I like when my mate uses it for me in a complimentary way. It plays into my femininity and nonhumanity at the same time in a good way.

Canine/Vulpine - 5/10 Not bad, nothing wrong with it, just one I rarely hear. I think if someone called me this casually I'd be confused just because if you know I'm one of these, then you know my species, which is also easier to say and remember. I feel like the only time this would apply is if I needed to be called by my genus or family for some reason.

[kanmom51]

Jikook - what we see is what we get

When we get to see it.

Not seeing it doesn't mean it's not there though.

Was sitting today BTS songs just playing in the background while I'm working on my post. All this shit just happening around us, around JK and JM (yes, JM is part of it, he's also affected by it all), and The truth untold comes up.

This version:

One of, if not their best performance imo. The emotion just pouring out of them.

This song. It kills me every single time. Brings me to tears every single time. JM turned away from JK singing "and I still want you" in every performance. Well, other than their last 3 in Seoul, changed by them, performed by them, ending facing each other JM singing "but I still want you". Defiant.

All about the need to wear that mask to hide your true self for fear you might not be loved for who you truly are, that you might be seen as ugly, a monster. And the two of them, changing the staging, turning to each other, looking into each other's eyes, while changing the "and" to "but I still want you"... do people understand this? The enormity of this moment?

And then this song comes up, this performance:

This was on day 2, while on day 3 we had this:

Omg, my YT logarithm is trying to kill me today.

And got me thinking about this moment we got on day 3 as well.

This love, people, this chemistry, us not seeing it as often for the lack of BTS ot7 content doesn't mean is gone. It's very much still there. We just aren't as lucky to be able to see them in that one frame as often or even at all. But when we do, there is no denying it. Even if it's for the shortest of moments.

We saw it in 2020 (have people forgot memories 2020 for god sake?)

We saw it in 2021

So much more, so little image allowance... But you can find it all in my masterlist.

We saw it throughout 2022 in their Seoul and LV PTD concerts.

And in JITB even if briefly,

And in Busan and Run BTS episodes.

And we even got a little touch of it in 2023, when there was no way of keeping them out of the frame, like in Jhope's enlistment BTB, D-Day in Seoul and even when not being in one frame, in those lives we got to enjoy when the one joined the other in their comments and even without the other even making that kind of appearance.

Letter, goddamnit.

Oh and then we had JM literally flying across the world to be with JK for his Solo debut (if only GMA concert wasn't cancelled, damn it), and them dipping off for their 4 day private trip in CT.

It's sad how short people's memories are. Really. I am reading all sorts of fanfictions being put forward as "this is what happened with Jikook over the years", stating facts that are not facts, creating non existent drama, because people love the drama.

This is a loving couple in a long term relationship. You know, that boring kind. The stable, loving, filled with respect and no drama. The one where one supports their partner when they are struggling. One where just being with each other is fulfilling (cough JK coming to JM's room in LA just to be with him in the same room for hours cough).

Funny how people are talking about them breaking up 2020-21 during the pandemic when JK literally had a slip of the tongue spilling the beans they live together, they are one household, in Run BTS episode 142 they were each gifted a knife. JK all proud and piping up "we got 2"...

JM just sitting there all quiet, smirk on his face.

Stories about breakups. Stories about sexually experimenting but no actual emotional commitment. All while ignoring the constants. Those things that are just there, all the time, whenever we do get to see them:

That electrical chemistry between those two.

The way they look at each other constant over the years.

The way they talk to each other constant over the years.

The way they touch each other constant over the years.

The way they talk about each other.

The way their interactions are so different from the others or their own with the others.

The way the others are around them, their reaction to Jikook.

All still there!!!

*PS:

I wrote this post yesterday before JK's Radiohead appearance and his TikTok post-delete.

I guess now would be a good time to repeat what the wise @ourwinterspring (yes, I'm mentioning you again, lol) once said (well a couple of days ago, that is):

Rumors are created by haters

accepted by fools

and spread by idiots

[mellowwillowy]

Alright, let's get this straight. You are praying for the Great Seven, or whatever it is in this TWISTED wonderland, to be transferred away from Pomefiore! (Pure crack content with a lil bit of yan spice~)

No, it's not fun having to do these damn skincare, especially with Vil around you, ready to reprimand you for slacking off! Posture check, outfit check, hairstyle check, fragrance check, dialect check! Rook is sure as hell happy to assist Vil in checking on you! He really should have just let Azul and Kalim fight about who gets to keep you in their dorm.

It feels like Vil is just living beneath your skin like the beautiful parasite he is now, so by all might after punching Crowley right in the guts, he hands you a phone. Well, technically, he's only lending you his spare phone, stingy.

"Aren't I very kin-" Another punch right on his jaw because his beak ass mask will hurt your fist.

Alright, an admission for NRC's dorm, this is it. This is your one and only chance to actually make Crowley agree to transfer you to another dorm.

He sure took his sweet ass time in introducing everything in that stupid voice of his but here comes the moment of truth! Just tap the screen and pray for the best. It's a 1/7 odd and you sure as hell wish you won't be transferred to Heartslabyul. Riddle's name alone is enough to make you think Vil might actually be a better choice here.

Savanaclaw sounds peaceful enough, Leona got that lil Ruggie around after all. Ignihyde is great, you can just be the little introverted ass you are and send some game invitations to Idia and Ortho every now and then.

But of course, Octavinelle is a great option to start. You have a high affinity with those sea mafia and you just have to be careful not getting tricked by their scheming nature.

Scarabia? Great. You got Kalim. He will spoil you rotten and squeal in joy the moment he knows you are transferring. You are not sure about Jamil though, seeing how he has to take care of 2 babies now but he will manage.

Last but not least, Diasomnia. While you do have a great relationship with Malleus and co, Lilia is the real highlight here. You get a friend whom you can actually drag into a fistfight like the good ol'days Lilia misses (does he?). You two are old old, it'll be nice being able to vibe with him more in pulling stunts plus your life there will be made easy by Lilia and Malleus.

So COME NOW! Do not shoot me into Hearslabyul by all means!

A hand takes away your phone before you can see the 2D character appears on the screen. You know damn well which dorm's uniform this is because well, you are wearing it right now.

""I am Pomefiore's dorm leader, Vil Schoenheit."" Uh-oh, not only are you shitting yourself over the 1/7 odd, why are you hearing double? (This really happened. I got Vil's despite trying to transfer them away in my first go.)

""Are you the new student?"" By all means, yes. Ignorance is bliss.

""Hmm? Well, you may have been sorted into Pomefiore in the first one go."" Oh great Seven, in TWO go. Don't look up, don't look up.

""But, you are still very naive."" You admit it, you are naive enough to not include Pomefiore in the 'Do not shoot me into Heartslabyul and Pomefiore by all means!'

Like the brat you are, you close your face with both hands and look up, "Oh my, housewarden Schoenheit, what are you doing here?" If you can't see him, he can't see you.

Well, that is until Rook pulls both your hands away from your face, "My, my, mon chèri, you shouldn't hide your beautiful face from us, do never shy your beauty away as you exist to enchant everyone."

Now you see Vil's feature being graced with a smile yet you can feel just how threatening his aura is right now. You are in a BIG trouble. Not only did the Great Seven grace your prayer of not getting transferred to Heartslabyul, but they also grace you back in this stupid 1/7 odd!

"Let's have a pleasant chat about this, shall we?" And with that, Vil drags you by the collar of your uniform like a stray cat you are, ready to be starved and drenched in cold water.

"Don't worry, I'll share my dinner with you later~" "Really-" "Rook, no."

PS: Turns out the person who alarmed Vil was Rook himself because well, he sees everything that you are doing, whether creepily or thoughtfully? Who knows~ Now you'll just have to hear Vil lecture you again.

PS 2: Epel thoughtfully shared 1/3 of his dinner in exchange for you teaching him how to fight bare-handed like a Savanaclaw.

Reference to the said event

[animatorweirdo]

Imagine Beleg comforting you

(I wanted to write this for @doodle-pops 's underrated character event. This was the best I got in the comfort section because I had only angsty ideas after reading The Children Of Hurin. It was a real rollercoaster that one. )

Warnings: getting lost, a bit of family angst, comfort.

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- It was by strange luck you had somehow managed to get through Melian’s girdle and get lost in the woods of Doriath. You didn’t even realize you had passed something magical. You just walked deeper into the woods and then realized you were terribly lost as the forest only seemed to continue and continue. 

- You nearly got desperate trying to find your way out, especially when the night was coming and creatures of the night were awaking. Nothing good ever came at night, but luckily, you were found by Beleg, one of Doriath’s march wardens. 

- He was surprised after finding you inside his kin’s woods without even them noticing you, but he was no less willing to help you, especially after learning you were only trying to find some herbs and got lost. 

- Beleg was rather easygoing and helpful, nothing you imagined an elven march warden to be, but you were grateful and seemed to click immediately, conversing about things and making funny jokes. He helped you find the herbs you needed before escorting you back to the borders back to your hometown. 

- You grew to like his company and didn’t want it to be a one-time encounter. You hoped to see him again, but since he likely had better things to do, you kept quiet and thanked him for his help before bidding farewell when it was time for you to return home before your family got worried.

- A few days passed, and you arrived at your usual spot where you liked to read in peace without your family bothering you. You enjoyed listening to the sounds of nature, and your spot offered a nice view of the surroundings. 

- You had nearly forgotten the incident inside Doriath’s borders but you still missed Beleg and his calming presence. The thought of purposely getting lost again just to see him crossed your mind, but you didn’t want to bother him and possibly make him annoyed with you. It was perhaps better just to forget the elf and move on with your life. 

- Well, you didn’t have to think about it too long– because after reading a few pages of your book. You were startled by someone commenting on the story and leaning against the tree right beside you, and that certain someone was Beleg himself. 

- His appearance confused you, and the elf was only amused by your surprised reaction. 

- Beleg told you he came to check if you had gotten lost again and then found you reading and decided to join in. You were happy to see him and slightly offended by his remark. You were not that bad in directions. 

- He complimented your taste in stories because he enjoyed reading the book with you, and then strangely, you just started spending time from there, talking and reading books you sometimes brought with you. 

- He was fun company, and you enjoyed listening to the stories about his kin and the forest he lived in. Menegroth and its forest sounded magical. You nearly wished to see it one day. 

- He sometimes even brought books you might enjoy in the common language since you were not familiar with his people’s language. 

- His free-spirited nature was so infectious that you sometimes wandered through the woods with him, discovering plants and animals you had not seen before. You began to enjoy his company more every day, and he gave good advice when times seemed rough and you felt down. 

- You valued the friendship you shared with him, and honestly speaking, you don’t think you have ever felt so heard and valued by anyone else, not even with your family. You love them, but sometimes it feels like they brush you off more and leave your feelings invalid whenever an argument is born. 

- Like this incident. You did not want to bother Beleg with your familial drama, but you were feeling so down after the argument with your family that you needed someone else’s company, so you wandered to your usual meeting spot and found him there. 

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“Morning, (Name)! How are you feeling on this wonderful morning?” Beleg greeted with that usual grin of his. You nearly felt better, but the heavy thoughts in your mind only made you utter a greeting in return as you stopped beside the tree. 

Beleg seemed to sense something was going on as his grin dropped, and he looked at you with concern. “(Name)? Is everything alright? You seem… like you have a dark cloud over your head,” he questioned. 

You unintentionally choked and released a tear. “Sorry! It’s just…” You dried off the tear and tried to control yourself. “... I’m just having a bad day,” 

“Well, it seems it's more than just a bad day,” Beleg uttered as he carefully observed you and your body language. He was now more concerned and could sense you were holding in deep emotions and not the good kind. “Tell me, my friend. What happened? Did something terrible happen to you or anyone you know?” he asked as he gently laid his hand on your back. 

You struggled to hold in your tears, but they forcefully came out, and choked gasps escaped your mouth. “No! It’s… “You rubbed your eyes, but they still watered with painful hot tears. “I had an argument with my family, and nothing good was said,” you confessed. “I feel so empty… and like – nothing I do matters,” Beleg’s eyes dropped with sympathy as he comfortably rubbed your back. 

“I don’t believe that. You had done quite a lot of things that mattered,” Beleg said. “It doesn’t really feel like it, especially to my family,” you said. 

Beleg was quiet for a moment before wrapping his arms around you and bringing you in a gentle hug. You were surprised for a moment before wrapping your arms around him and weeping out all the tears you tried to hold in. Beleg gently stroked your hair as you cried against his chest, nearly feeling his own tears form in his eyes. 

“It’s okay to cry for not all tears are evil,” he said as he continued stroking your hair. “What you might not see in yourself, others see in you. You do matter. To others and to me…” he held you as you two stood beneath the tree.

[busiest-bee]

I’m scared to post this but if I don’t I’ll beat myself up about it. Fuck it we ball

I’ve been trying to put my emotions into words All day. But then I remembered. Oh right yeah. I can just. Say It.

Anyways Me being a loser (vent? I don’t know) under the cut

(Cool divider made by me using some splatoon assets I got off the wiki btw :•3 )

(This is kinda long. Way longer than I originally wanted. So super sorry about that)

Anyways for a little while now I’ve been considering that I Might be some form of nonhuman/otherkin. Specifically a shapeshifter, but dogs, cats (both big and small), wolves, and bears are things I relate to heavily as well. (Not sure “relate” is the best term for what I feel but ehh I’m having a hard enough time with this as is) The dog, wolf, and cat parts are because of the kind of shapeshifter I..am?? That feels kinda crazy to say (and saying THAT is giving me some serious self doubt. But as they say, Fuck It We Ball).

Edit (8-24-24)- adding in cuz I just remembered: some visual similarities to lizards/reptiles so throw a little bit of That in the mix idk

Anyways yea the type of shapeshifter I’m talking about is actually a species I’ve been Sorta developing over a couple years now, it’s all come about pretty naturally tho. It’s basically just my brain saying “hey I Hate these parts of being a human. Let’s do something else” idk how to word it. So the kind of shapeshifter I am is more so based on what I hate about my irl body. That definitely plays into my gender dysphoria, and vice versa.

The bear part I feel less strong about, but it makes sense I guess. That came around when I had an intense hyperfixation on Splatoon. My favorite character is Mr.Grizz. Who is a bear. That hyperfixation was also the catalyst for me trying tinned fish!! (This is important to me bcuz I’m an Incredibly picky eater. Not fully relevant to the rest of this but Oh Well. I’m already oversharing on the internet in an attempt to come to terms with my identity, why not share a fun fact, Yknow?) Ever since that I’ve also felt very strongly about salmon. My favorite fish (I didn’t have a favorite fish beforehand) is sockeye salmon I LOVE them. They’re beautiful. They’re poetic. I want to eat them. Also my current layout (as of writing this) is splatoon themed. Specifically Salmon Run and golden eggs. I love the way the world of splatoon makes me feel. I want to be completely immersed in it. Golden eggs look so tasty and are so gender I HAVE to eat them.

I don’t know if this is a kin thing or if I’m just thinking too hard about it (that could apply to this entire post but eh) but I also relate (again, maybe not the “correct” term but I’m working with what my brain has so shh) to Chara from Undertale. Idk something about a little kid falling down into a mountain full of monsters, being adopted by said monsters, and giving themself up just to try saving them…their cannonical distaste of humans…something about them as a character really feels so intensely Me. I don’t think I Am Chara, but. Idk. This is all very new to me (admitting that I feel these things at least. I’ve been consuming some kin content for a while now. It’s fun!! Love moodboards and stimboards so much they’re so fun)

And maybe, if anyone has even read this far, u might be asking “bee! Your name is Bee! Your account name is bee themed!! Are u a little honey making freakazoid out to get lost in the pollen sauce?”

To which I say:

All jokes aside. I don’t know man. Bees are very me, I am very bees, but I tried looking at bee kin/therian posts and i couldn’t really relate as well as i hoped. Although I might’ve just not scrolled down enough to find something that I really deeply felt in my gut. So just. Think of me like a fancy car (except creature) with a cool bee themed skin or something idk. (To be fair itd make more than enough sense for me to be a..kin?? Therian?? I don’t know. Of a bee. I have so many bee things. One day I will have more)

I’m still unsure of labels, if anything I just prefer the term nonhuman, gets the point across without being too specific, and doesn’t give me any of the bad icky feelings that make me feel like I’m lying no matter what I do or say.

Anyways yeah this was long and dumb and honestly? I’m terrified to post it. Ive been struggling to get my words out all day and I’ve been posting like a madman. But I guess using my social media as an outlet for all my emotions I otherwise wouldn’t really have anywhere to put will do that.

Sorry if none of this made any sense, I’m really trying to not only understand myself, but also to then Describe that understanding to other people. And I’ve never been very good at having people understand me.

If I end up realizing I was wrong I will promptly dig a hole in the ground and let nature overtake me and cover me in moss

(Also just a note: if anyone sees this, Reads this, and decides to like. Reply or reblog with words of encouragement/understanding or really Anything. I might not reply bcuz I have really bad social anxiety, especially on the internet. But trust me when I say that I read everything people say in the tags of reblogs, comments/replies, all of it. It’s all greatly appreciated, it really truly is.)

(Cool ass Mr.Grizz divider made by me with an asset from the Nintendo online app in Wandercrust I think. Though I believe all the pics u can get from that are also on the wiki) (I should make a salmon themed divider holy shit)

[taybatwo2]

Monster High Skullector Nightmare Before Christmas Review Part 2 of 2

In my last review, I covered the box and most of Sally’s doll, until I ran out of pictures. In this one, I’ll cover Sally’s sculpt and all of Jack.

She has really cute and tiny ears hiding under her soft hair. I feel like most Skullectors’ face molds’ prior use are quickly found by the fandom, but I did not see much for Sally’s head mold, except for a Reddit thread pointing out that she probably used a modified version of the Bee CAM girl (the head does have a 2022 copyright on it).

I can see it, but if so, it was really modified. Bee CAM has a pointier chin, but does have the narrower/pointy nose, similar curving cheeks, and small puckered lips -they’re just over painted on her doll).

If they did use the Bee CAM as a base, they would have had her nose looks better defined, her chin shaved down, her lips look more inline with each other, and she received tiny round ears when/if they did use this sculpt.

They look juuuuust different enough that she might have a new sculpt or someone else’s. Does anyone else think she might resemble another character? I really should take some acetone to clean off those shiny spots on my Bee CAM’s forehead.

Okay, now for the main dish: JACK the Pump-kin KING

More under the cut:

He is seriously SO CUTE! I love his round vinyl head, his sculpted in mouth, his upturned nose, his subtle brow ridges, and blacked out eyes (thank GOD they did not genderswap him and make him look like someone doing a cosplay of Jack- like I have seen some AWESOME artwork of a more “Monster High” Jack and I think they are all playing it too safe or off model for it to be Jack). I mean these were all background characters for G1 Monster High:

He looks like another version of Eyera and would fit right into the Monster High universe in my opinion.

Okay, let’s get a close up of his shoes. They are very intricate (perfectly Monster High, and have the Spiral Hill as the heel and a teeny tiny skullete on the front of his shoes). His outfit is, unfortunately, just the two pieces and that printed, thin, satin fabric (probably to cut costs on Jack’s new head and body sculpt).

Here is his jacket. I like the print of his jacket. It is just different enough from his original movie look without looking garish.

Yup, one piece. I can understand attaching his pants and shirt together (so his pants don’t fall down…although some spiffy Pumpkin King Suspenders would have looked cool too), but it would have been nice if the vest was removable.

Hexiciah has three separate pieces…..and his set was cheaper than this set (but I suppose they need to charge more for the license….does anyone else wish they’d make older characters that were never turned into dolls again???). The shirt has real metal buttons on it though. Also, his vest reminds me of his prequel version in the graphic novel: Battle for the Pumpkin King:

Jack compared to other Monster High Manster body types (minus G3 and Finnegan). But, this comparison is a bit unfair…..Frankenstein’s Monster has lifts, and Jack is wearing heels…

Hexiciah is towering over all of them. He is actually about the same height as the buffer manster body and the default G1 body. He fits right on in. He’s also very fun to pose, but his elbow joints are bit stiff and (I’m going to assume) delicate. They also come off fairly easily.

His stand is taller than most of the Monster High characters (even Hexiciah’s) because his little stand needs to sit up higher in his ribs to hold him. His clip is also the exact same as Sally’s.

With Jack’s rectangle plastic piece under his clothing, it was hard for the stand clip to grip him, so I just tossed it for the rest of the review. No regrets.

Jack and the other skeleton girls: Skelita and her almost trial run: Skeleton CAM (and Skelita’s Re-Ment dog).

His three fingers versus Skelita and CAM (the same mold). The thumbs look pretty similar besides the size. I might paint the joints of his fingers black, but otherwise, they look great.

A close up of his tiny, but VERY detailed feet (I assume they wanted them about the same size so his pants go on easier).

Skelita’s feet dwarfs his.

His leg bones are fused together like Skelita’s, while his arm bones are separated like Skeleton CAM’s.

A comparison of Jack’s and Skelita’s back (Skelton CAM just has a regular one). I like how they still simplified his neck to resemble his simplified vertebrae seen in the film. His sculpting is JUST SO GOOD!!

This set is near perfect to me. I adore it and I really wish that Mattel made it easier for everyone to get one that wanted one.

[fictionkinfessions]

Soooo.

I ken no one else here seems to kin from AHIT anymore. But I want to say something to the people I feel I need to talk to, since they were people who impacted my life a lot.

Hat Lass - Sorry for Train Rush. And for the death wish fight we had. And for making Rock the Boat so hard. I don't hate you, I never did, and I'm sorry for treating you poorly. You shouldn't have had to fight me. You shouldn't have had to carry me out of that daycare. You shouldn't have had to deal with any of that nonsense. You shouldn't have had to fight Grooves, or jump around a movie train, or anything. I'm sorry, Lass. I ken my Hat Lass forgives me for what I did, but I still feel like I should apologize.

Bow Lass - Sorry I never really cared about you as much as the Hat Lass. I remember you liked Grooves better, so I oftentimes just let you be and let you hang out with him, but I still understand I should've been more open and kind.

Mustache Lass - Okay, listen. I ken what you did had reasons. I can even understand 'em. I had my home dry up and vanish. I lost my whole family to a single person killing everyone. I was angry too. I get why you did it. And even though I forgive you for it, I ken that some people might not. I'd already come to terms with the fact I was gonna die there, just because of all the things I'd done to the people around me, and, well, you know what I said there too about that. I believe you could be better. You were still a kid then. I'd love to see you grow up and figure out how to do things the right way. (Hopefully, it involves less dumping people into lava.)

And, of course, the most important one to me: DJ Grooves, I miss you. You were a peckneck, a massive peckneck, and I pecking loved you. I should've been a better rival. A better person. I wouldn't have lived to see the lass without you, because I would've gone off to do something stupid. You might've been a prick, you might've done stupid things, your movies were nae up my alley, you pranked me as often as I did the same to you, you were loud and obnoxious and always in my space. But you were kind. You stayed. You were the one constant person in my life. I always thought you'd leave. And you didn't. If I could do it over again, I would've been a better man, just because of you. I would've gotten over my massive ego. I would've done anything just to hear your pecking laugh again. You're a pecking nightmare to be around in the best way possible, you made me laugh when I wanted to be a jerk, you were a brilliant singer and had some of the best jokes, you were a peckneck and a snob and a loser, but you were the perfect rival for me. I loved how our weird friendship-rivalry-relationship thing worked. I still enjoy insulting you, what can I say? It's fun. Feel free to do it back. If you're out there. I hope you are.

-The Conductor (A Hat in Time) [#⏳🍂🐀]

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[melungeonculture]

The Melungeon Phenotype:

Article published on Medium, by Curt Leon Johnson

When you are Melungeon or researching about Melungeon people, the topic of phenotypes is frequently center stage: What does “Melungeon” look like? There must be a common phenotype among our communities if they are so easily identified as Melungeon by our peers, right? Why is my [insert ancestor here] so swarthy? Why did they have this nose, or those cheekbones? What do Melungeons look like today? These are questions nobody wants to answer, it feels like walking on eggshells. During my raising I was easily clocked as a “Melungeon” because of how I looked. So what about me was spilling my beans?

I can be pretty sure when it came to me that it wasn’t my swarthy complexion. The swarthiest thing about me is the two million and one freckles that grew their army a little more each summer I spent in the sun. I grew up a fair child with hair as copper as a brand new penny. When it came to color, I looked little different than the average Scot. If not color of my skin or hair then what is it? This is what brings me to phenotype. While phenotypes can include the colors that our hair, skin, and eyes present as; today we will be referring to traits and features such as eye and nose shape and bone structure. It’s these pieces of phenotype that I tend to see reigning common among most Melungeon people, regardless of our colors.

If you have never met a Melungeon you might have a hard time categorizing us. We often come off as ambiguous, you can tell we are “something else”, meaning something other than your average white American, but you can’t quite put your finger on it. We get the age old questions all the time:

“What are you?”

“What country are you from?”

“No, I mean what country are your parents from?”

“Are you mixed with something?”

Still nobody can tell me which features it is that make us such a mystery? I am not fooled. To the contrary, I am pretty sure I know.

I won’t pretend that I can’t see the similarities in both sides of my family, biological and adopted, even though they aren’t DNA relatives to each other. I won’t pretend like I am ignorant to the features that helped me fit right into my adoptive family like I was born of their own flesh and blood.

When kids made fun of my nose growing up, I held a lot of disdain toward my own face. I would’ve given anything for a rhinoplasty so that I could have a nose like the pretty German boys, instead of this fleshy hook of beak I was blessed with. I have grown to appreciate my nose, it is proof of the people I come from. From the front my nose is relatively large, it is both wide and long. From the side, it is quite straight and flat, but still rather long. This is my Melungeon nose and I find a comfort in the familiarity of it when I see it on the face of other Melungeons.

Though it took me a long while to find solace in my nose, I attribute my luck with women to my unique eye shape and sharp cheek bones. When I was a teen and young man, my fleeting lovers would swoon over my eyes and cheeks. Raving about the mystery and romance in my gaze and the chiseled sculpt that were my cheeks. Boy, did I pride myself on those. I reveled in the attention my younger, less confident self never received. I was always told these traits came from our Native American ancestors. I suppose those genes must be pretty strong since they are decently far back, and Melungeon is the only tribe we have any claims to.

I suppose I always thought I got my eyes from my mother, but I learned later I was adopted. A fact that was hard for me to fathom because I was always told by kin and strangers alike just how much I look exactly like my mother. I think the eyes more than any other trait, give us Melungeons away the most.

Us Melungeons have what I call heavy eyes. I think they make us look wise, they are very soothing for me, when I see these kinds of eyes, they make me feel like I am safe with this person, like they know where home is.

When I say we have heavy eyes, what I am referring to is how our eyes are both downturned as well as hooded, meanwhile most of us are, oddly, not sporting any epicanthal folds.

In my opinion this specific combination of eye shape is unique to Melungeon people. I don’t see very it often in other ethnicities, if at all. I can’t say I am the most traveled person, but I know a good lot of people from a good lot of backgrounds.

Other features I find to be common to the Melungeon phenotype is short square jaws, and high sharp cheeks. When I see Melungeon folk art, I often see these traits being the most accentuated and revered. I believe Melungeon communities historically associated these traits with beauty and attractiveness.

When you combine all these traits together, you can get a general idea of what Melungeon people look like. These traits live on pretty strong among our more isolated pockets into current day.

DISCLAIMER: Melungeon people as a whole are very mixed up, with some pockets carrying different traits than others, Melungeon identity is determined by ancestry and cultural upbringing and not by physical appearance. Someone not fitting the “typical” Melungeon phenotype does not negate their Melungeonity, and also does not imply someone who has a similar phenotype is automatically Melungeon. This is merely pattern recognition observed in a handful of isolated Melungeon communities.

[unculturedswine69]

Introduction! (2024)☆

Its about time to re introduce myself, since i made my first introduction post in 2021,ive been editing it as ive been going along but honestly i would just feel better making a new one now!

First of all, if you want links to accounts on other websites,or you wanted more info on commissions, OR you just wanna see a full list of my interests...Click on my carrd link! (bottom of the post)

Intro starts NOW!☆

AGE: 19 (8th may)

NAME: Ali, Paris, Sheetz, honestly you can just call me whatever! But Ali is preferred these days :)

PRONOUNS: He/Him + They/them, you can use either of those but currently i prefer He/him!

LIKES: Anime,Manga,Games,Art,Cosplay,Otome games, Etc. to list some things im currently into right now ~ Gintama, The muppets, Jerma985, 18trip, A3! ,Fullmetal alchemist: Brotherhood and Digimon adventure! i rotate my interests around alot, please check out my carrd to see more :)

DISLIKES AND DNI: Proshippers, Racists, Homophobes, anyone like that! i understand you probably wont listen to me anyways but i still want nothing to do with people like that ^^

EXTRA INFORMATION ☆

This is my main blog! ill mostly be spamming random fandom related things, sometimes i might reblog a post that might be a bit nsfw somehow (nothing explicit, just dirty jokes and the like) but i advise minors to be wary!!! i also just want to say that i dont want to be close with minors, we can chat occasionally but i dont think its appropriate to do anything more than that! ^^ and also remember that regardless of your age you should be polite and responsible on the internet! (said by the stupidest person on here (me))

im a digital artist who mainly focuses on my OCs while sometimes drawing Fanart, i also open up Commissions every once in a while,id like to do this as an actual job sometime in the future instead of just doing it for fun!

i love to discuss art with others and i also love to hear feedback and and talk about stuff like that in general, art is basically my only hobby so i have alot to talk about ^^ feel free to chat with me about it! i also dont discriminate against beginners or anyone who does art differently from me, so dont be afraid to show off your own art :) everyone is welcome here!

Im neurodivergent, Im diagnosed with Autism! which might not be important to some but for me i have a really hard time talking with others and expressing myself properly so id prefer if people knew that i had difficulty with things first,as to not have any misunderstandings ^^ i hyperfixate on things alot too, and i tend to project all these things onto characters i like.

i have mental health issues, this can mean that sometimes i dont come online for months or it can also mean i will fixate on spamming ,so my activity on this site is a little weird.please dont take me ghosting you personally!! i try to respond to everyone, im just going through some stuff <3

relating to my art and interests: im a oc x canon artist too, i make lots of ocs for my oshis and also self inserts, im OK with doubles (the same goes for Kins too!)

OH ALSO. im super bad at spelling and grammar and all that . sorry if it gives you a hard time when your reading through my stuff </333333

tldr: im just a silly guy on the internet, feel free to come chat with me! i love making friends!!!

My art account is @sheetzking its a little empty right now, but ill be uploading alot soon~☆

Thank you for reading my new intro!

[squerunit]

Not to bring the mood down with my sparse appearance but my friends and I learned about fanworks next of kin recently (if you never heard of it, here's AO3's explanation of the terms) and it was quite challenging to figure out essentially what you want to be done with your stuff in the future you can barely imagine. So many considerations!

Like like, the you of today might not mind having all your works orphaned after your death but maybe, just maybe in 15, 20 years you're still alive and suddenly the thought is no longer so welcoming and like how do you even tell your next of kin about the change? What stuff do they gotta keep track, if you even inform them beforehand?? (cause apparently you can appoint them as your next of kin without informing! fun! pleasant surprise for the family!!!)

Anyway me and the peeps talked about it and we come up with 15 questions, very generic points that should cover most of the basic stuff you want your next of kin to do in the unfortunate circumstances, and I'm sharing them here just in case it can help :3c

Basic Questions (if yes, elaborate if it apply to all works or just some of the fics)

Delete fics?

Orphan fics?

Lock/private fics?

Allow fics to be included in collections?

Allow people to comment?

Allow accounts/pseuds to receive gifts?

Allow people to make remixes of fics?

Allow people to make stuff based on the fic? (art, audio, fodfics, etc)

For fics with multiple Author, do you allow them to continue the fic? How do you wish for this fic to be treated? (Refer to the first 8 questions)

Would you like for your draft to be posted?

Would you like for your anon fics to be revealed?

Would you like for the uncompleted works to be marked as complete? 

Do you want this account to keep subscription to other works/authors?

Turn off email notifications for kudos/comments/etc?

Do you want your next-fic-kin to make an update/post about the situation on your page?

Like I said, they're basic-ass questions, but we think they get the job done enough for our friend group's needs. Feel free to modify it however you wish! And I hope it helps even a little bit :'D

[shmowder]

Honestly I put yulia in the neutral tier since I’m very similar to her in some regards and I’m having a crisis every other Wednesday so like I could get high with her we can have a crisis as a team! But no yeah in retrospect not really a neutral option unless you enjoy depression…or unless she mellows out while under the influence which isn’t probably likely

Oh yeah if you get high with Aspity some sort of horrific thing will occur to you during or afterwards that’s one where you dug your own grave now lay in and oh god the idea of giggly happy high Daniil is absolutely beautiful he’d absolutely demand you never speak of that to anyone ever as if anyone would actually believe you to begin with if you attempted to tell them that.

Thought of some more characters after sending the original ask so I’ll give those thoughts as well because oh boy did I start thinking a lot about this most of it while I myself was under the influence, I’d probably put Nina kain as well into the it could become a terrifying experience to be high/get high with her genuinely do not think that experience goes well for you that just seems like it ends poorly, Lara seems like she could go either way as well it might be a good experience or it could get depressing as all hell that or she’d become oddly productive no matter how it goes I love Lara so I don’t care which it becomes I’ll get high with her still. Including the executioners since it’s too funny not to, this assuming you could get high with them which would be a horrifying experience in which it would feel like you are dying….probably because you die afterwards or similar to Aspity something bad happens to you in some way shape or form but then again you dug your own grave buckroo. The last character I have any thoughts on how they’d be around to smoke with is vlad the younger and I think that’d be a miserable experience I don’t think it’d anything expect absolutely miserable I don’t know why you’d want to get high with him anyway but if you do it won’t be fun at least that’s my opinion.

-immune anon

honestly who am i to rain on your parade if the "half-empty glass" woman is your cup of tea. Pass her that joint.

For Vlad Jr, I understand where you're coming from.

But I don't think it'd be that bad. He's the type who thinks "this ediable ain't shit" five minutes later. "Can the kin worms communicate with the worms in the ground below?"

He remains collected for half an hour through the trip before it all hits him at once. He either freaks out or becomes the most mellowed out version of himself.

In both scenarios, he's the type to go full conspiracy theorist. Making connections between unrelated things, uncovering mysteries that were allegedly hidden in plain sight.

Vlad Jr. as your trip sitter is when his virtues shine through....kinda of. He doesn't let you wander off into the street in your current state, at least. But he mind put you through the "🐭🐭🐭🐭🐰🐭🐭 Spot the rabbit!" cocomelon quizzes type shit. Out of curiosity.

Casually bringing up the embarrassing stuff you did the next day. "Hey, remember yesterday when you showed me your animal print sock collection, then proceeded to cry on the floor in a fetus position when you couldn't find the other pair to the frog socks? Well :) I paid some people to break into your house and search for them, here you go. It apparently was at the bottom of your laundry basket. You must have missed it under the pile of clothes."

Or mentioning how he found some pebble shaped candy in the store, so you don't have to go and eat rocks like you kept talking about while high last night.

It's like he is trying to be helpful–but his definition of help isn't the most appropriate or useful.