#I’m working on a mini comic thingy of the two

[dodgydoodler]

Another doodle this time with Jules 😏😏

For those who can’t read my writing-

*POV Jules walks into the room*

*notices her*

[kira-fluff]

Hey heyy, have you thought about writing another common trope headcanon / oneshot with the MysMe guys?

Because the “only one bed” was extremely good!!

Even if you decide not to do it, just know that your blog and your talent amazes me<3

a/n: Did you even have to ask??? OF COURSE IF YOU'RE GONNA MAKE ME LOL thank you gorgeous <3 I decided to try putting it in a fanfic (one shot unless requested) format since it's definitely quite long and making a mini-series featuring those you request for me to include in my next fic or a pt2! :) also this is a slow burn and is quite spicy <3 Also, I did my best not to make it like the whole share the room thingy again!! ***I’m not fluent in French pls don’t @ me

Length: 6k lol 

A Series of Unfortunate Events Fake Dating - Jumin Han 

A sudden message beep surprised you, causing you to look down at your phone. It was a text message from Jumin: Call me.  Immediately suspecting the worst, you quickly pressed his contact, the number dialing in seconds. There was a few seconds that ran by before the other end answered with a curt, "Y/n."  "Jumin, hey, is something wrong?", you asked, worriedly.  "Everything is perfectly fine. I was calling to ask you a favor -- feel free to decline." Jumin never asked for favors, or your help in general.. you knew whatever it was you were determined to assist him in the best way possible. "Of course, Jumin! Anything."  There was silence for a moment as if he was contemplating whether or not it this favor was truly worth asking before he spoke, "Please decline if you are unable to but... I was wondering if you'd be willing to indulge my father. He's insisted that I bring you with me to our business closure."  "Jumin", you began, "I'd be honored. I'd love to!"  On the other line, there was a sigh of relief (or of worry, you weren't sure). "Mr. Kim will be at your apartment to pick you up tomorrow. The meeting is taking place in Monoco -- pack for a ten-day trip" There was a pause before Jumin breathed out a quiet, "Thank you."  You couldn't hold back your smile, thankful that the conversation was over the phone, making it impossible for him to see your dopey expression. He hung up, leaving you to pack. Your mind quickly wandered from what you needed in your suitcase to worrisome waters.  You and Jumin had a very deep friendship following the party you’d thrown, spending the time following the ginormous celebration to get to know each other. It warmed your heart that your newfound friend took so much joy in being with you -- even when he tried not to show it. You lost track of the number of times you ended up sleeping over at his penthouse after accidentally staying up until 4am talking with him, swishing expensive wine in your mouths.  You didn’t expect falling in love to come so easily. You were someone who was quite choosey with your partners -- you weren’t one to fall easily for anyone. Even in your past relationships that sometimes lasted years, you’d never felt the way your heart felt now that you were with him. And yet, you were best friends. You were sure you meant something to him in so far as friendship, but you had respected him when he’d gotten drunk one of the first nights he met you and spouted out his heart to you.. 

-  “Y/n, to tell you the truth.... I’ve never fallen in love before.” He gazed up at you lackadaisically from his position on the sofa -- head rested over the top of the sofa cushion, his arm lazily resting under his chin. He started at you for a moment, his gray eyes gazing into your own with a hazy, absent feeling in them.  You laughed, “I find that hard to believe.” You walked over to him, absent-mindedly running your fingers through his tousled hair. He let out a long, uncharacteristic sigh, his eyes closing gently.  You leaned in close to him, looking him in the eye. “Can I tell you something, too?” He nodded. “I haven’t either.”  -  You grinned at the memory. You firmly believed that conversation was what brought you and him together closer than ever before. He’d always found an excuse to call you over for the silliest of reasons. Either he needed a certain form that he was positive he accidentally slipped into your bag on accident and needed to see it first-hand to check, or he realized he’d bought more wine than was necessary for a night alone.  It made you smile for months that he couldn’t get out the words “I miss you” or “I want you to come over”. Even to you, the words sounded intimate.. but that was the way your relationship worked -- you were very close with each other, as two best friends ought to be.  Still, as much as you tried, you couldn’t control the way your heart began to constrict when he got especially close to you. You couldn’t help it when you’d shiver when he gently brushed cat fur away from your cheek. You were shocked that despite his perceptive personality, he didn’t seem to notice or acknowledge your deep blush during these interactions... maybe he was uncomfortable with them.... you hoped not.  There were times the air was knocked out of you. Literally. Once, you weren’t paying attention to the fact that the sidewalk had ended and you were walking straight into oncoming cars coming off the highway when a muscular arm slid around your waist and pressed your body flush to his own. You stared with eyes wide open at Jumin, who comically seemed equally surprised at his actions. You couldn’t help the way your eyes trickled down to his sultry lips, taking in their beautiful red-wine color, blooming like dark roses. Thankfully, he seemed too preoccupied with your current state of mind and physical wellbeing. When you finally managed to get your mind out of the gutter, you thanked him profusely, grabbing his hands impulsively and begging to reward him in some way. His answer surprised you, “I--uh-- a movie. I’d like to do more research watching one of those movies you enjoy watching.. for business sales and such.”  “Sure!! I can recommend anything! I’ll drop the email by your office tomorrow” you answered.  A panicked expression took over his face for a moment before returning to its familiar stoicism, “You won’t watch it also?” Your eyes widened in confusion before you answered hurriedly, “Oh! Yeah, I’ll watch it with you. I just wouldn’t want to bother you if you were doing it for work purposes.”  You could never bother me you thought you heard him say, but you couldn’t be sure.  Yep, you were in love with Jumin.  When you at last finished packing, you went to bed, looking forward to the mystery that befell tomorrow.  -  You rose bright and early to prepare for the exciting trip that was bound to come. You couldn’t help the extra bit of effort you ended up putting into your appearance in anticipation of seeing Jumin again and.. possibly sitting next to him on an aircraft.  Right on time, you received a text message from Mr. Kim, indicating that he had arrived at your apartment right on time. As you opened your apartment door to carry your luggage downstairs, you were met with numerous familiar faces of Jumin’s employees who quickly took your heavy luggage items for you. You thanked them, making your way to the elevator with them.  You texted Jumin: Thanks for the help with my luggage :)  In a matter of seconds, you received a reply, Jumin: You’re welcome.  Grinning down at your phone, you didn’t notice your driver's light chuckle, a look of astonishment in his eyes. These blind kids.  You continued to chatter along with Jumin on your phone, at last arriving at the rendezvous point where Jumin and the Chairman pulled in identical black limos alongside your own.  “Thank you, Mr. Kim. I can take it from here.”  Mr. Kim nodded in obedience, ushering you to go to Jumin. Jumin patted the leather seat next to his own in the sleek limousine. You held back a laugh, there were plenty of other seats open for you to sit.. but it warmed your heart that he wanted you right next to him. As friends. The Chairman joined the two of you, sitting across from his son, a mischievous glint in his eyes that only Jumin could recognize. A silent conversation took place between Jumin and his father -- Jumin beginning with a raised eyebrow. The Chairman replied with a sly smirk. Jumin with a scowl, his father with a growing grin. You watched the conversation continue silently before the Chairman at last spoke, “Jumin, my son, I’m overjoyed to see you’ve brought your Y/n with you.” A flash of annoyance crossed Jumin’s face as he said, “My... Y/n?”  You blanched.. of course the thought of you being his made him uncomfortable... but you didn’t think he’d be angry.  “Y/n, I’m glad you could join us. However, as much as I hate to ask this of you, there is something I desperately need from you.”  Before you could speak Jumin interjected, “Absolutely not.”  You caressed his hand, looking up at him with kind eyes, “Jumin, hey, it’s okay.” Looking toward Jumin’s father you said, “Whatever it is, I’ll do my very best.” Jumin’s jaw feathered a bit, but he said no more.  He grinned, “Aren’t you a kind girl. Well, in this business deal, the contract was originally contingent on Jumin marrying his daughter -- which I was against from the beginning. After all, I know the importance of loving the one you wish to be with.” (Jumin rolled his eyes at that.) “Anyway, I declined the offer.”  You were confused, unsure where your part came in.  As if reading your mind, he continued saying, “However, I perhaps let it slip that you two were engaged. I figured you both are so close with each other already, that it would be no issue to play a bit of husband and wife for the sake of business, no?”  Jumin was furious, his nose flared, jaw clenched with hands gripping his knee. “How dare--”  You glanced at him, biting the inside of your cheek, a worried expression painted your face. When he glanced at you, his eyes widened and his shoulders relaxed. This did not go unnoticed by the Chairman.  “We’ll do it, won’t we Jumin?” he looked surprised but made no objection. You leaned in close and whispered shyly, “I want to do something as thanks for this amazing trip.. and for you.”  - Jumin dared to swallow. For me? What the hell does that mean? You were driving him crazy. Every time he looked at you he had to fight to readjust his attention to something else. Does she know what it does to me when she touches me? Even a little bit?  When you’d put your hand on him, Jumin felt his chest and neck grow impossibly hotter, hotter than he’d been feeling when you’d first sat down next to him. Hotter than when you leaned in close and breathily asked him, “Jumin... how long until we’re at the airport?” It was like you’d drawn out every syllable, breathing out every consonant -- your breath tickling his neck. He imagined what it would feel like to have your plump, rosy lips on his neck, on his chest, on his lips, on his-- he was in over his head. He cursed himself for his lack of control. Usually, control was not an issue for Jumin -- in fact, he considered it one of his greatest strengths. From his leadership position in his father’s company, C&R, to his well-controlled temperament and stress management.. Jumin just didn’t do “no control”.  At first, it intrigued him. He could remember the exact day it hit him. He’d invited you to an elegant dinner his company hosted to celebrate (in a sort of “humble-brag” sort of way) yet another successful business closing with one of the biggest corporations in America. He’d been finishing off yet another glass of his new Domaine de la Romanee-Conti he’d bought when his eyes at last placed you at the front of the champagne server. His eyes raked up and down the soft, silk gown that clung to your body in all the right places. The gown hung loosely, exposing your back and most of your chest, a sultry slit separating one of your elegant legs from the other hidden in the fabric. It was a breath-taking emerald color... but all Jumin could really think of is how he’d take it off. Your hair was curled and done-up marvelously with little white pearls decorating the crown of your head like you had stars in your hair... but all Jumin could really think of was how he’d mess it up. His cheeks were on fire. Everything in his body had risen in temperature of what felt like a hundred degrees. He twirled his wine glass between his fingers before setting it down at one of the well-decorated tables. I must have a fever, he thought, that must be it. Your eyes found his person just as he was turning around to leave, speed walking to one of the penthouse balconies for fresh air. You raced after him or at least followed him as fast as your obnoxious heels allowed you to go.  You breathlessly met him as he was staring out into the night. Jumin realized that his temperature was slowly returning to normal. Perhaps the room was a bit suffocating. I’ll be sure to message Mr. Kim about increasing the air conditioning in the room. But... looking back on it now, Jumin knew he was lying to himself even then. Because, when he turned around he almost let out a shout. And his breath became uneven again, and it felt so burning hot all over again.  You slowly crept toward him, donning a concerned expression saying, “Jumin... are you alright?” Jumin backed into the marble railing. He was so eloquent normally but all he could let out then was a choked, “Fine.” He couldn’t take his eyes off you. Every step closer, he wanted to run. The stars were reflecting in your eyes and the moonlight made your supple skin look impossibly softer... You gently cupped his face and whispered, “Jumin, talk to me..? Please?” Jumin was heaving, looking down at you with rosy red cheeks and burning ears. “I--I think I have a... fever. A fever.”  You gasped, taking one of your hands and lightly grasping the back of his neck, pulling him down slightly. His eyes widened as you took your other cold hand and placed it on his burning forehead. “Oh my god! Oh my gosh, we -- ambulance! An ambulance.. a doctor? Or.. are you... drunk?”  “My room... please,” he begged.  You looked him up and down, examining his face for strain or discomfort. When you couldn’t find any, you let out a breath -- perhaps you’d overreacted. Nonetheless, you swung his arm over your shoulder and trudged through the now quiet dining area. Most had filtered out to the ballroom for dancing. You’d been here a million times, so remembering the way was no chore. You fished through his shirt and coat pockets, running your gentle digits across his chest, assuming the moan Jumin gave off was due to pain, still, a blush flushed your cheeks. “Sorry, I’m almost done.” You held him against the wall since at this point he couldn’t stand. Maybe I am a little drunk, he thought. You moved down to his pants pockets, your hands roaming through a business card and other odds and ends, eliciting another soft groan from Jumin. “Almost there...” you breathed, at last pulling out a key card and with a soft beep, opening his penthouse suite. You gently carried him to his bed before going to grab a glass of water and a cold washcloth. When one was placed on the table and the other on his forehead, you at last placed a warm throw blanket you’d found in his closet over him.  ...That memory became a source of numerous dreams. Jumin couldn’t forget it, no matter how many times he’d wished he wanted to (or wished it all to happen again).  - You gazed at him, looking at the way his expression hardened at times, softening and then suddenly switching to an expression you’d never seen before. What was he thinking about? You bit your lip, nervous that Jumin might change his mind upon meeting this woman his business partner wanted him to marry. She was certainly more beautiful, right? After all, Jumin hadn’t necessarily made any physical contact voluntarily toward you more than an occasional back rub in your asked after a long day at work, or if he got drunk while you two accidentally stayed up late -- then he’d sometimes caress your face with a love-sick expression and saying little things like, “You’re beautiful.” It was cute, for sure, but what drunk doesn’t turn into a soft puddle of goo, complimenting everyone around them?  You leaned into him as subtly as you could manage, closing your eyes to concentrate for a few minutes.  - You jumped awake when a deep voice rumbled in your ear, “We’re here.” You could hear the slight smirk in his voice, and sure enough, when you looked up, you saw a slight smile on his face. “Did you have a good dream?” You looked toward your left, thankful the Chairman was already out of the limousine and speaking on his phone to someone. “I--I had a dream?”  Jumin’s smirk stretched a little wider, “Yes. You said my name a couple times.”  Your eyes widened in shock before saying, “Oh! That dream! Yeah, I was dreaming that you were being eaten alive by bears and I was forced to watch!” God, you were such a bad liar. Jumin blinked. He felt sort of stupid. “Oh,” he cleared his throat awkwardly, “I see--”  Grateful for his gullibleness, you added, “Why, what did you think I was dreaming about?”  Jumin avoided eye contact saying, “Not anything in particular.”  A call for Jumin interrupted your conversation, making Jumin almost run out of the limo. You smiled a bit, a little flush rising up to your ears.  Jumin returned again, grabbing your hand. “This way,” was all he said. You followed him to the private jet that the Chairman was already boarding. You caught yourself staring at Jumin again as you followed him up the stairs to the entranceway of the cabin. Jumin smartly chose a seat far away from his father’s field of vision. He’d had enough of his unnerving looks when you’d fallen asleep on his shoulder, whispering things Jumin was beyond grateful only he could hear... at least he hoped. When you occasionally began to whine a bit louder he’d quiet you down by running his hands through your hair and stealing glances toward his father nervously saying, “A nightmare.” He wondered if he’d fooled his father, because the Chairman lightly chuckled and made his way to the passenger seat of the limo, sliding the privacy door shut. It had only gotten worse from there, you almost shouted his name, but he covered your mouth. Heat had been pooling in his stomach for a while now, but he didn’t know how much more he could take. Still, every time he thought of waking you up, you’d grab at his chest or legs,  effectively completely embolizing him.  You, of course, were unaware of all of this. You sat down next to him eagerly and wrapped your arm around his, pulling him close to watch a movie on the jet screens. It was almost 9pm by now, the night sky beginning to close in on the quiet aircraft. Neither of you could remember when you fell asleep, only waking up to the soft announcement of arrival from the pilot on the overhead and a soft blanket placed over the two of you.  You both groggily made your way to your waiting limousine to take you to the complimentary hotel stay at one of the chains owned by your expectant future business partner.  “Of course, I know you two are just friends.” The Chairman looked at you two before continuing, “So I have two hotel rooms, you’re 17 and you, Miss Y/N, are 18. I’m in master suite 3, so feel free to reach out whenever.” His eyes glittered as he said, “Have fun. Remember to act like a loving fiance! Especially you, my son." Jumin pinched the bridge of his nose, shaking his head in contempt.  You turned your head toward Jumin, “Um, well, I’m pretty tired as you could probably already tell,” you laughed uncomfortably, “so I think I’ll head off to bed.”  Jumin blinked a few times before saying, “I will as well. Goodnight, Y/N.” You whispered a shy goodnight in reply before slinking into your hotel room.  - You awoke the next day to a call from a maid outside your door - room service. You thanked her before diving into your waffles, complete with chocolate dressing, whipped cream, strawberries, and powdered sugar. A glass of orange juice was delivered along with various other breakfast options and a bowl of kiwi, dragonfruit, apple, watermelon, honeydew, and almost any other fruit you could think of. Following your delicious breakfast, you padded over to the bathroom, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes and running the shower. Going through your morning routine helped calm you despite the role you weren’t at all prepared to play in just a few hours.  You jumped at the knock at your door. Looking through the peephole, it was Jumin. Flinging the door open, you looked at him expectantly. You were met with silence other than a few “uh.... uh....”s. You looked at him sarcastically, “What?”  He continued to stare, not at your face, however. You laughed but quickly grew silent as you met his gaze. You were an actual moron. What. The. Fuck. You were still in your fucking panties?!?! You slammed the door shut, running to slip on some shorts you found lying on the ground in the bathroom. Taking a deep breath you gently opened the door this time. Jumin was standing still as a statue when he snapped out of his trance at last. He looked away, “Try not to be dressed. I mean STRESSED.” he sputtered, “I-I’m going to leave now--”  “Um, Jumin?”  He slowly turned around, face as red as a strawberry, “Yes?”  “Um, sorry. About before. Um. Do you-- do you want to get some coffee? I’m still waking up, if you couldn’t already tell,” you laughed nervously.  He smiled warmly, “I’d love to.”  You awkwardly nodded before shutting your door. You ran to your hotel bed and screamed into one of the pillows. You cursed under your breath before making your way to the bathroom once more to finish the makeup look you had begun before being interrupted.  After 45 minutes, you looked your outfit up and down. You packed outfits that were elegant -- you bought clothes that looked expensive but in the kind of way that was subtle. Nude tones and deep colors, specifically. You were aiming for a look that said, “I’m not rich, I’m just comfortable. And by that I mean I’m rich.” You were never insecure about the difference in your and Jumin’s paycheck.. but when you’re supposed to play a part. And if you showed up in your comfy joggers and t-shirt like you normally wore when you visited Jumin or were free from work.. you had a feeling their reaction wouldn’t be the most inviting or understanding.  At last, you stepped out of your room, turning left to knock on Jumin’s door. He beat you to it, opening his door unexpectedly. This caused you to instead lean forward from your momentum and place your hand on his chest. You hurriedly adjusted his tie, doing your best to act as if that’s what you’d meant to do all along.  Jumin appeared to be just as surprised, but grinned, “No leggings and t-shirt today?” You jabbed him with your elbow as you made your way to the coffee bar, “Do you think they’d be all welcoming to your soon-to-be wife if she showed up in lounge clothes?”  “I’ve never complained.”  You scoffed, “Yeah, well, that’s because you’re nice. And, you apparently understand that not everyone can live in a suit every day.”  He paused for a moment before mumbling slightly, “Who cares what they think anyway.”  “I do! I don’t want to let your dad down. I told him I’d do this. We’re in Monaco, Jumin! C’est la vie!” “Parles-tu français?”* “Oui..?”  Jumin chuckled darkly before leaning in, saying, “Tu es juste trop mignonne.”** You blinked before replying, “...oui...?” Jumin looked at you incredulously with a slight smile on his face as he laughed, lightly ruffling your hair.  Jumin ordered for you -- apparently, it was quite clear you only knew a few words in French. Unfortunately, he also paid for you, despite your objections. Before you could yank his platinum card out of his hands, the transaction was already complete. He gazed down at you, an eyebrow raised with a triumphant smirk, “Elle aura aussi beaucoup de crème dans son café.”*** “Hey, what are you saying?! Jumin!! Speak Korean or English or Japanese! Something I can understand!!” You complained.  The worker interjected, “C’est tellement agréable de voir un couple sur leur ‘oneymoon.”**** You instinctively interjected, “Oh, that’s not--!”  But Jumin just smiled and nodded.  Upon sitting down at one of the many open tables, you let out a little giggle, “I wonder what it’ll feel like when I’m on the real thing.” Jumin quickly looked up from his staring contest with his coffee, “Real.. what?”  You grinned dreamily, “Honeymoon.”  “You.. want to get married?” “Don’t you?”  Only to you, he thought. “Maybe. If the right person came along.” If you’d ever say “yes”.  You held back the nervous twinge you felt in your throat, “Alright then, don’t be shy. What’s your type?”  “My.. type?”  “Yeah! Like, your ideal girl.” He paused, looking pensively at you. “Well, then I suppose my ‘type’ is a girl who is beautiful, and smart, and pretty... and always makes me laugh. And is bold but also shy.” His eyes widened as he grew quiet, “...something like that.”  You were shocked. He said he’s never fallen in love before.. but it sounds like he already has some girl in mind. “Wow. You’ve... thought a lot about this.”  Jumin looked surprised at himself -- he cleared his throat, “Just some ideas.”  You were still skeptical but changed the subject, “So, what exactly does this whole ‘wifey’ thing entail?” “Most likely just a ring on your finger and a fake smile.” “Oh come on, there’s more to it than that.”  “I’m sure my father has the details.” As if on cue, his phone chimed. “Ready to head out?”  “Yep!” You weren’t entirely sure, but you were beside yourself with nervousness and a bit of excitement. If you can’t have the real thing, you shouldn’t complain about a chance to fake it, right? And sure, you knew it was much more complicated than that -- what if he realized your true feelings?! ...You shook the thoughts out of your head and made your way to the waiting vehicle outside of the hotel. - “Monsieur Lorenzi! Good to see you!” The Chairman shook hands with who you assumed was the boss. “Let me introduce to you my son, Jumin, and his beloved fiance, Y/n.” You waved, smiling despite the twang in your heart. You and Jumin shook hands while Mr. Lorenzi introduced you to his daughter.  “It is so nice to meet you! This is my daughter, Ginevra.”  Immediately, you sized Ginevra up -- and she does not look happy. “So.. you’re the bitch who stole Ju-Ju from me?” “Ginevra! Be polite, please?” Mr. Lorenzi practically begged her, but she wasn’t budging, “Oh, come on. Their ‘engagement’ hasn’t even been released to the press yet!”  You looked worriedly between Jumin and Ginevra, but Jumin lovingly put his hand over yours, a soft smile on his face, “I’ll handle this, sweetheart.” He couldn’t help himself and lightly pecked your cheek, smirking into the kiss when he heard you elicit a small “oh!” Facing the irate woman, though, Jumin smiled in a way you’d seen him smile when he wasn’t particularly...happy.. about something. “Miss Ginevra, I can assure you Y/N and I are completely in love. She is my fiance, after all. That being said, we decided not to alert the media because we wanted our own privacy until the wedding.”  Ginevra scoffed, “Please. You barely even look like you’re dating. Face it, I know you want me, Jumin.” She bit her lip in a way that was supposed to be seductive, but Jumin couldn’t hold back the slight cringe that crept onto his face.  “T-that’s enough Ginev--”  “God! Shut up, Dad!  Mr. Lorenzi backed down at that, looking apologetic and embarrassed toward the Chairman and Jumin, and especially toward you.  You were growing tired of the entire conversation, “Shall we sit down?”  All except Ginevra agreed readily, the Chairman coughing in a way that sounded more like a laugh he was trying to conceal. Jumin's jaw clenched when he sat next to you, to your left and Ginevra quickly sat in the seat to his left. The meal went as well as expected. Jumin's father recognized that Jumin had his hands full and spent the majority of the dinner talking business with Mr. Lorenzi without his son.  Meanwhile, you were awkwardly playing with your filet mignon, avoiding eye contact with everyone until Jumin leaned his face down to your avoidant eye level. You snapped out of your trance immediately. You looked up at him -- his eyebrow was raised with an inquisitive expression. Okay, that was adorable. You held back your intruisive thoughts, blinking up at him, silently asking, "What is it?"  Jumin stared a little longer than necessary, before snapping out of his own trance and leaning in further and whispering in your ear, "...Are you alright?"  You nodded in reply, "Just a little uncomfortable."  Jumin gazed down at you in concern, "We can leave if you--"  "No. No, I'll stay." Who knows what that girl will do if I leave. He didn't look convinced.  Suddenly, Ginevra was calling for Jumin. Repeatedly. He turned in annoyance, "Yes?"  Her voice got low, clearly to exclude you from the conversation, "Let's go somewhere..." she looked Jumin up and down slowly, "...else.." And with no shame, she lowered a manicured hand to his knee, slowly trailing it up to his thigh. He immediately grabbed her wrist, saying in a low, deadly voice, "I have a fiance."  She sighed in frustration, "You're kidding yourself, baby--"  Jumin's eyes widened suddenly, and not due to anything Ginevra was saying. Your hand was high on his thigh as you leaned into the conversation you'd heard the entirety of. "Miss... whatever your name is.... Jumin is my husband. Soon. We have something you could never dream of every having because your personality sucks. And honestly, only you can fix that."  There was silence at the entire table for a moment before Ginevra turned her head quickly toward her father, "Daddy?!"  Her father had already gotten up, ushering the business conversation to continue rather than deal with his trainwreck of a daughter. She huffed, looking red in the face, perhaps in embarrassment as well as anger. "Well, you still can't prove that you're even dating!"  You very furious now, your glare cold enough to freeze the desert, "Is proof really the only thing that will shut you up?"  Before she could even answer, you geared your pissed off expression toward a semi-intimidated, semi-turned on Jumin and grabbed his face, meeting his lips with your own. Your kiss was meant to only last a few seconds at most, but when you tried to pull away, Jumin only deepened the kiss, pulling your face harshly toward his own. He tugged at your hair, earning a loud moan from you as he forced his flush lips further onto yours, his tongue gaining entrance into your mouth. His eyebrows were deeply knit into a consentrated expression, groaning as he felt you readjust your position onto his lap. You stradled his lap, a leg on either side of him, your tongues battling for dominance as you fished for air between you two. At last, you both parted, heaving in big breaths as a string of spit clung between your mouths -- only to go in for another searing kiss. You began to roll your hips against his own, gently at first but quickly gaining more momentum and roughness as you two continued to make out. You'd noticed his hard-on the moment you'd straddled his lap but it only grew as you two began to explore the other's body. And just like that, you realized you were still in a formal dining setting. With other people. You pushed against Jumin's chest, looking around you in a frenzy. Ginevra was long gone along with the Chairman and Mr. Lorenzi. It was just the two of you, it looked as if it was after hours for the dining here. Soft jazz still played melodically through quiet speakers. Your eyes met back again with Jumin. He was smirking, still breathing heavily, his eyes glowing with mischief and a clear message that said something you probably would blush saying out loud. You laughed a little at the sudden turn of events. Did he like you? You wondered. He made quick work of dragging you (because your legs turned into jelly) out of the dining hall and back to his hotel suite. Jumin hurridely opened his hotel door before slamming you against the wall and continued to kiss you furvently on your neck, chest and of course, lips. He began to grind on you, letting out a soft curse when you mewled in his ear. Both your cheeks were completely red from the heated exchange and the embarrassment that both of you felt at your candid feelings. Yet something still bothered you. You pushed him away with all the strength you had because he was just so addicting. "J-jumin.... wait..." You gasped between breaths, "...I-I don't do this sorta thing... for fun..."  Jumin frowned at this, his jaw feathering as he said darkly, "I don't either."  You shook your head, "No, Jumin... I mean... I-I......" You took a big breath of air, "I'm in love with you. Have, for long time... pretty sure you don't feel .... the same wa--"  Jumin's eyes narrowed as he dove in for another kiss with so much force that the air was nearly knocked out of you. "Y/N," he began, "Do you have any clue how much I've held back? Even now, do you know how hard it is for me not to pick you up and fuck you right here and now? Do you know how long--" He laughed sardonically, "Y/N, I swear you're doing this on purpose."  "Doing wha--" "Making me fall deeper and deeper in love with you! I'm already pass the point of no return. Hell, I've never felt a fraction of what you make feel in a moment... in my entire life."  You took a moment to really look at him. The expression of complete and udder desperation was now clear as day on his face, his cheeks flushed, breathing heavily, his tie loose around his neck, chest slightly exposed. He began again, "Please. Please... put me out of my misery. Say you're mine, please."  Your eyes never leaving his, tears prickling your eyes, you answered, "I always was Jumin.. and I always will be. And, and if the offer still stands--" You blushed, looking down shyly and your feet, ashamed of your own boldness.  Jumin's eyes pooled impossibly darker as he picked you up and led you to his bed, laying you down gently and asking, "I know this is probably soon but... Y/N, will you make me the happiest man on earth?"  You laughed, pure joy on your face as you shamelessly cried, "Yes!" over and over again.  Jumin couldn't hold back the huge grin that took over his face as he kissed you in between laughs.

TRANSLATIONS: * “Do you speak French?” ** “You are just too cute.” *** “She will also have a lot of cream in her coffee.”  **** “It is so nice to see a couple on their honeymoon”

[chirpycreations]

March, Week 1 WIPs

Top: *w*

(A secret little project I’m excitedly working on)

Middle + Bottom: A few more sneak peaks at ‘Something's Never Change’ including some character designs (I really like Icepicks design as well as Macbeth’s,) for this one and another little mini comic sketch thingy I’m reluctantly debating whether to post. Why debating, well err....it’s dark...along the lines of suicide so err...yeah.

I mean, I checked Tumblr’s guidelines and with a couple of extra sketches to make it EXTRA clear it’s not supporting it, it should be fine since it’s not graphic, but yeah...sensitive topic. Annoyingly good art those (, it was some concept art for a second part of the top project).

I 100% blame it on two fanfictions I read at some odd hour in the morning, one of which was err...very dark and the other is great, but my heart 💔 

I’ll link the great one since, man, it’s amazing and everyone should read it.

- How Sven became leader of the Toppat Clan again    

The other while good, was on a sensitive topic...like err...self harm stuff so, if you wanna read it at your own discretion you shouldn’t have too much trouble finding it on AOF if you look under the tags for Burt & Sven.

Again, your desertion. Don’t read it if you’re not in a good headspace or if this kind of stuff makes you uncomfortable, go for the one above instead ^

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Art by ChirpyCreations

Henry Stickmin Collection by PuffballsUnited

[shadowdianne]

I was tagged by @lulysmalforge, let’s see what I have to say xd

Rules: Tag 9 people you wanna catch up with/know better -if you want, if you don’t feel like answering you obviously don’t need to-

3 ships : Ah, the first question but the one I left for last Xd Ships? The ever given works?

 Nah, ok Xd Ships. After leaving SQ I haven’t actively shipped anything with the exception of BeauYasha -Those of you who like dnd or have enough time to do things/work but need something to listen to seriously go with me down the rabbit hole that is dnd games on podcast/video format. Seriously. It doesn’t even need to be Critical Role, there are a lot of dnd podcasts these days- who are characters from the current CR campaign and if anyone is craving a true slow-burn with AMAZING tact and respect on what means to grow as a person, mourn past relationships, the insufferable hope that romance always comes with and the so so tender way in where two people can found each other amongst the most interesting circumsnaces all the while with their conjoined found family trying their best to see them happy… seriously, delve into CR.

Aside from that and despite the bitterness SQ will always and forever be the ship that marked me the most -glances at their a03 account-, clearly.

As for the third ship… Cissamione counts? I love them, a lot, both the concept and the fanon ways in where they are constantly being created. I truly need to sit my ass and write a little bit more of them at some point.

Last song: According to Spotify “Villain” by Stella Jang

Last movie: LOTR I would say. I watched it again couple of weeks ago with @roomiesnotsecrettmblr. Majorly because she admitted that she hadn’t watched any of the movies and we had some time to kill so what to do best but spend some hours watching the first movie and stopping every other minute to comment on lore? We are horrible at watching a movie without stopping to go into a tangent -seriously horrible, we started a rewatch of Merlin and we needed to stop doing that because we couldn’t go about one episode without pressing stop and start talking about possible interpretations of the lore used within the series every other minute-

Currently watching: Now that I’m in the painting minis thingie I’m catching up and watching random episodes of Critical Role. Majorly because I obviously adore the campaigns and secondly because each episode is four/five hours long so I have plenty of time to paint while listening. I’m also rewatching Castle majorly because it’s “popcorn” for the brain. I’ve watched it enough to remember every episode, I don’t need to be too focused on it and I can press “halt” on my brain while doing it. Jujutsu Kaisen as well because I happen to live with someone who adores mangas/anime and she is bringing me back to that world xD

Currently reading:

Books: With the series of Shadow and Bone looming and after finishing a quick re-read of both Six of Crows and Crooked Kingdom, I’m re reading the original trilogy of the Grishaverse. I was never a fan of those three books but the world felt very very compelling to me. While the romantic aspect of the drama tires me even more than it did once the rules of the Grishaverse are still so fucking cool so I’m enjoying the re-read Xd -Even if I already know the series is gonna be a clusterfuck. Come on, I also want to go to Ketterdam and see Kaz and the others but mixing both timelines??? According to what we get to see in Six of Crows Inej shoulnd’t already be with Kaz at the beginning of S&B or, if she was, she wouldn’t be the Wraith yet but still learning and cleansing herself from Tante Heleen. They are doing this because they originally wanted Six of Crows rather than the Alina Starkov storyline and mixing both is something that is already making me worry-

[Also reading CandleKeep mysteries just because roomie happened to get a copy of the book and despite being a dnd manual I always take them as bedtime stories I can later on create upon so that’s fun]

Oh! And I finished with a quick re-read of @emmasternerradley SilverBeasts because I promised that I was going to do a proper review of the second book of that story and I wanted to refresh my mind a little bit before going back to Golden Sea. I truly TRULY recommend anything written by her but those two books?? A must if you like fantasy.

Comic/Webcomic: Re-reading Sunstone atm as well. I just adore their dynamic and visually the comic is to die for. Also reading Lore Olympus every other week ofc. I truly want to know where they will go with the story. And punderworld whenever I can. And several others xD

Fanfic: Not much from me on that front currently. I recently re-read @delirious-comfort Whispers in the Night -SQ, so good- but, yup, other than that I’m staying slightly off fandom world.

Currently craving: TIME

Not shown in the original tag-game but random recs of things because I happen to want for more people to read/listen to them:

The Priory of the Orange Tree

Gideon and Harrow the Ninth -both books, yup, trust me-

The city and the city by China Mieville -well, anything from him really but I get not wanting to read Perdido Street Station because THAT is a thick boi and while I’m crazy and I started from there it’s quite a lot. If you like sci-fi and constant evolving conversation on how linguistics work, I then rec Embassytown from him-

Spotify’s Meija’s Army playlist

Tagging:

@waknatious @stregaomega  -how are you dear?- @pressuredrightnow  @naralanis @ryshai @drummergirl72713  @idontgetpaidforthis (this is not a tag for you per se but a reminder to check your twitter :P) @alternate8reality annnnd @godandmonsters1996

[fairymadnessyeah]

A Definitely Real Dad

Link to AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24016309

Summary: Gyro seeks advice from an expert when he is faced with his greatest foe yet: Parenting an adorable real boy.

Or Alternatively: Mad scientist feeling emotions for tiny adorable robot needs help from tired and expert parent that is also a sailor.

Notes: This needs to happen.

Also Ducktales Disney right now: "You get a child, you get a child, you get a child, EVERYBODY GETS A CHILD!!!!"

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"Why do you think Doctor Gearloose invited us to his lab?" Huey asked his companions Louis, Dewey, Webby, Della and Donald as they rode the elevator to the underwater laboratory below McDuck Enterprises'.

The elevator dinged and open its doors, revealing Doctor Gearloose looking at a piece of paper while Manny, Lil Bulb and Fenton working on a turbine.

"Oh, the ducks are here!" Gyro exclaims, folding the paper he had on his hands and pocketing it in his pants. He gently leads the family to where his partners were working as he explains why he needed them here. "I need your assistance testing my new mega super plane turbine powered by gold!"

Almost all the ducks present gasp in amazement and run towards the invention. The only one that looks at it in suspicion is the mature Donald Duck. He eventually shrugs it off, his uncle's employee wouldn't purposely put his kids in danger. But then he feels a feathered hand on his shoulder and a dark aura behind him. He turned around slowly, the feathers at the back of his neck standing up.

Doctor Gyro Gearloose was looking down at him, his face neutral and the light shining against his glasses hid his eyes, making him look extremely intimidating. "You will come with me Mr Duck," The scientist tells him slowly and threateningly.

As the unluckiest duck on the world was being shoved to a side room by the mad scientist, his family, ignorant to what was happening to him, kept playing with the machine. Although it didn't take long for the kids and Della to lose interest. As the turbine got boring, they noticed that the duck sailor was missing. Fenton dismissed their worries though, telling them that Doctor Gearloose probably needed him for something and continued to show them his inventions.

"And these are my spy-bugs," Fenton presents, showing them a bunch of different flying insects robots. Pressing a code on a mini-computer, the firefly one activates, lifting into the air. "With these little guys, we would be able to have 24-hour surveillance. They all work in a hive-mind structure and are controlled by this remote device that can be connected with any sort of memory RAM. NOW CONTEMPLATE!" Fenton uses the remote device to move the firefly out of the room and then turn on the giant computer of the lab and it starts showing what the robot is recording.

"HOW COME YOU WON'T DO IT!?"  A shout echoes nearby the robot and Fenton, recognising Dr Gearloose voice, makes the machine follow the sound. They see an office where Gyro is holding Donald by his uniform and shaking him. The scientist then sighs and lets him go.  "Well, If you won't cooperate, then you leave me no choice!"  Gyro declares as he takes off his glasses dramatically and stands taller over the duck, looking ready to destroy him.

"PLEEEEEEESSSSSEEEEEEEE!"

The peppers let go of the breath they were holding. Gyro had not done anything to Donald, instead, he fell to his knees and begged the other bird as he held his glasses in his hands clasped like a prayer.

"Alright, I'll help you," Donald sighs, his voice resembling that of a normal being. Dewey said he sounded like an actor from one of those comic book movies that everybody got crazy for. "But I can't guarantee results," Gyro got up and, out of nowhere, got top-notch audio recording gear and sat on a stool with a note pad and a pen.

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"First," Donald started. "You need to listen. Listen to what they say, how they say it and what they don't say. That is usually where the problems appear,"

"You also need to be trustworthy. You want them to come to you with their problems. But until that happens, you need to show them that you can and will help them solve their problem,"

"But if they don't tell me what's wrong how am I supposed to know that something is even wrong?" Gyro asks.

"That is the next tip, notice the little details. For example, whenever Huey drinks chocolate-milk with three spoons of cocoa powder instead of two, means that his junior woodchuck meeting didn't go so well; Whenever Dewey does a dance that consists of two spins, one flip and landing on bent knees and jazz hands means he is proud of something; or whenever Louis gets a wrinkle next to his right eye, means he is lying,"

"But the two most important things you need to remember and never forget is that you are a parent and that your life is not only yours anymore,"

"What do you mean?" Gyro asks again. "I am his parent, what else would I be?"

"It means that you aren't his friend, you aren't his buddy that will never get mad and will do anything for you. You are his parent and sometimes, you have to be the bad guy of the story," Donald tells him.

"And the life-thing?"

"It's his no. You eat what they want to eat, you eat what they want to eat, you watch what they want to watch. Your life revolves around them, they matter more than you or your feelings now,"

Gyro nods and it looks like he is about to say something but the screen turns black.

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"Hey," Dewey complains as the image disappears.

"I'm sorry little ducks, but that seemed like a private conversation and I refuse to eavesdrop on it anymore," Fenton tells them as the robotic-firefly returns and he leaves it with the rest. "Come, I have more inventions you can play with it," He gently guides them away from the monitor.

The ducks follow him with Lil Bulb behind them, except for one. The grown woman was starring at the screen. Every time she believed that she understood how the last years without her had been for her twin, she found out that there was something she had missed. And Donald's examples, about the tiniest details of the boys, she didn't know any of them, yet Donald seemed to know them by heart.

"Mom?" Dewey called as he turned back for her, after noticing she didn't follow them.

"Comin' honey" She snapped out of her inner monologue and followed her kids.

They spent a whole afternoon testing and helping Fenton, at some point, even Boyd joined them. The kids spent the evening together, playing, laughing and catching up. Boyd was now living full-time at the lab with Dr Gearloose, Manny and Lil Bulb.

The drakes had not taken the news very well, believing that once Boyd left, things would go back to the way things were before him. But the real boy made sure to pass his half of the inheritance to the two responsible adults, leaving Doofus without the power to be richer than his parents. They were all making plans for Boyd to come and sleepover at McDuck when the duck and the rooster that were missing came into the room. Dewey was the first one to ask for the cybernetic boy to come over.

"Well, I have no problem with it," Donald said in his normal voice.

"May I go, Dr Gearloose?" Boyd asks, looking up to the scientist.

"Maybe some other time, we still have to check if there is any residual damage from Beaks viruses on you," The chicken explains and pats the real boy on the head.

"Alright, thank you Dr Gearloose,"

Not long after the duck family is leaving, as well as Dr Fenton. Manny also retreated to his quarters soon enough. Gyro was working on Boyd wiring while the real boy was telling him about his day.

"And Mrs mom was very sad when I got to leave but she told me I can return any moment,"

"Would you like that?" Gyro asks remembering what Donald had told him.  ("Make him feel listened to. Do things he likes, and if they want to do anything without you, let him be. You are not the only person in his life.")

"Yes, that would be splendid! Once my programme is clear, could we visit?" Boyd asks.

"Of Course we can," Gyro tells him as he closes the lid on the robot's head. "But now it's time to recharge so that you have all your energy for tomorrow. You have that Woodchuck-thingy you like, right?"

"Yes, my Junior Woodchuck meeting, at 9:30 sharp, remember to bring Ice-pops wood sticks," He says as if reading a remainder on a calendar while the scientist and his creation when to Boyd's room.

The room used to be a storage closet for failed projects, but they put up a sliding door to give Boyd more privacy. The real boy had a closet, a small library with a study table, a laptop, some video-games and a bed. The bed was more like a nest, with a Japanese mattress and a lot of pillows and blankets piled up to make a circular form. Boyd would usually sleep in the middle with the blankets and pillows cocooning him in warmth. Next to his bed-nest, there is a tall bulbless lamp. Doctor Gyro used to have it in his room since it was Lil Bulb's resting place, but the little rascal moved it once Boyd's room started being furnished.

"Alright, I'll drive you tomorrow and we will pick up what you need on the way," Gyro tells him as he connects wires to his back panel to charge him. "If you need anything I will be on the room next door," The chicken said.  ("Always remind him that you are there for him. Kids tend to forget that,")

"Goodnight, Dr Gearloose!"

"Goodnight, Boyd!" He sees Lil Bulb climbing the lamp and posting himself on the top, before the light it emitted turned off before he leaves the room.

As soon as he is outside, the renewed scientist with a high intellect punched the air in excitement as the word "Success!" went off in his mind. When he turned to his side, heading towards his room, he saw Manny in front of his own door. The two scientists looked at each other for a while, no one moving, until the rooster fixes his clothes and his glasses.

"Not a tap from you, or your headless behind is fired," He tells the horse as he steps into his room.

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Another date, another morning, another day where Doctor Gyro Gearloose wakes up to another mistake made by naive and foolish Fenton Crackshell-Cabrera that he had to deal with. This time in the form of a weird duck dressed in so much black, that the scientist is willing to bet its a hobo-emo that his stupid ex-intern picked up last night. The guy looks extremely beat up and not alone. There is also that stupid pilot that hangs around McDuck and a girl duckling.

Gyro sighs frustrated and rubs his temples. He did not have time for this. He had to take Boyd to his scouts meeting and even buy something on the way there.

"Explanation, Now," Gyro demand as he goes closer and checks on the individual better.

Launchpad, Fenton and the kid, who he learns her name is Gosalyn and the daughter of said hobo-emo, tell him that Gizmoduck and Darkwing Duck had a sort of agreement. They each take turns patrolling the city, both day and night, but last night, Darkwing came upon something too big for him and Gosalyn, who Gyro was starting to realize had more brain cells than the three adults combined, called Gizmoduck for back up. The two self-proclaimed superheroes ended the job, but the one not protected by a metallic super-suit, unsurprisingly, got the worst part of the stick and ended up in here to recover.

Just as they finished explaining their night full of shenanigans, Boyd came out into the main room of the lab, wearing his Junior Woodchuck uniform and a backpack.

"Oh, hi! I am B.O.Y.D! A definitely real boy!" The android says once he notices the other unknown ducks in the room.

"I want them out of my lab by the moment I'm back, Crackshell. Understood?" Gyro threatens the other scientist, that nods in response, and then turns to Boyd. "Come on Boyd, we don't want to be late to your meeting," The boy takes his hand and the two walk to the elevator.

"It was nice to meet you!" Boyd tells the others and waves as the elevator doors close.

The two birds head to the central park of Duckberg, stopping on a convenience store on their way. Using his moped is easier and faster than any car, not needing to wait for traffic. And even if Boyd can fly, he had already told him to only use his robotic enhancements when needed. Not to mention that it also helps with one of the tips he was given yesterday.  ("You have to prioritize him. Once everything is done with him, you can follow with your day,")

The reach the park fairly quickly, but when he gives Boyd the things they bought for this meeting, he notices that the backpack moves. It takes him a second to realize that Bulb never came out of the boy's room.

"Come on out Lil Bulb," He tells the backpack, and sure enough, said invention comes out of the little boy's knapsack.

"He wanted to accompany me to my Junior Woodchuck meeting," Boyd tells him. "Can he come?" ("You have to set rules, boundaries. There are things that they can't do or can't touch. And you have to tell him so, because even if it sounds obvious to you, it might not to them.")

"He can't Boyd, I need him at the lab," He explains to the real boy.

"Understood. Goodbye, Doctor Gearloose!"

"I'll see you at lunch," The scientist gets back on his moped and straps his helmet on. He notices that Lil Bulb is giving his back to him with his arm crossed, as if offended over what happened. "Oh please, don't be difficult you too,"

As he makes his way back to the underwater lab, he can't help the feeling that those three lunatic and that girl are gonna be there. Not surprisingly, when the elevator's doors ding open, the idiot, the stupid and the girl are marvelling at the facility and its contents as hobo-emo was slowly getting off the table he was laid in and stretching his column back into place.

"Gosalyn, don't touch that! You don't know what it does!" He reprimands the girl.

Gyro sighs defeated and pours himself a cup of coffee. As he sips his revival elixir, his mind wanders at the purple and black buffoon before him. The guy was in a dire need of an upgrade. He didn't scream battle-suit like Gizmo, but maybe a few gadgets and a more protective and lasting outfit would benefit him. If the guy was going to go around and try to be a nameless and unrecognised vigilante, the least he could do was have more than just a costume and a poor ensemble of sidekicks.

"Gosalyn, No, Get down from there!" Or maybe what he needed was something else.

Gyro looked at the girl duckling, who was balancing over an old cloning tube of his, and then back at the nightly superhero, who had red lines over his eyes, enormous black bags under his eyes, a stiff neck and almost ready to drop dead any second now. Analysing the facts he had, he made a decision.

"Gosalyn, Get down from there, We need to go! Now!" The dark avenger of the night kept scolding the younger duck, that still lead him nowhere.

"Here," Gyro, out of nowhere, presented a card to the shorter man. "A parenting expert, it seems like you need it,"

Drake looks between the card and the scary mad scientist twice before taking the card. Gyro left him alone once he took it to keep working on his inventions, leaving Drake to his own devices with the card.

Donald Duck xxx-xxxx-xxxx McDuck Manor's Pool

[sternerstufftoys]

It’s Overlord! Finishedlord!

Yesterday I called Straxus an indie hit in Japan. Well, here's an indie hit in America. Oh yeah, I've been into a lot of Overlord lately. Who? Oh well, he's pretty big overseas. Yeah, you've probably never heard of him.

(well, until IDW made him go mainstream. Sellout!)

Anyway, I'm not sure when I first became aware of Overlord. Before IDW, certainly, but not from Masterforce. Probably just an osmosis thing where he existed on the periphery of so much other Transformers arcana that he just snuck into my head that way. I was pleased to discover, years later, that my own personal theory had been correct, that the original G1 toy had originally been conceived as more of an Autobot than a Decepticon, and you can see why in the head sculpt, which is so passive and friendly-looking that I swear Nick Roche's full-lipped kiss-magnet design was totally a tribute to how hot Overlord had always been. Sadly you don't get such a smoochable face in this Titans Return toy. Disappointing.

But then there is a reason. This isn't the Overlord from the comics, nor is it the Overlord from the anime. And for that matter, not really the same Overlord as the G1 toy, not exactly. It's just Overlord, the meta-character brought into the world once more in luscious plastic and here to represent a handy middle ground for everyone's favourite version all in one. Or, if you prefer, inaccurate to every iteration of the character so as not to please anyone. But then that'd make you an unpleasable hobgoblin, and you don't want to be that, do you?

Being one of only a few Decepticon leaders that actually grace the increasingly-misnamed leader class, Overlord is something of a towering presence over the others. He makes for a tall, bulky pile of nasty that really does put the previous use of the base mould (Sky Shadow) in the shade (appropriately enough). As with most of TR, he makes a thousand and one nods to the original toy and doesn't deviate too far, with the jet nosecone still ending up on the arm, even though you can leave it on his back or even chomp it onto his chest for a whacking great extra piece of armour, which is a nice touch.

My favourite thing about him though is that the headmaster trick is entirely optional here. You can leave his head on during transformation with no ill effects whatsoever, handily freeing up the cockpits in tank and jet mode for two more titan or prime master figures. I've gone for the super-shiny Megatronus and Prima who came with Blast Off and Punch respectively, and a charming pair of powermasters as you could ever ask for. They can also stay in the cockpits while Overlord is in robot mode, or curl up inside his boob-holes to make for the proper powermaster experience. But remember kids, no-one should be curling up in your boob-holes without your full consent first. Also, see your doctor if you have boob-holes.

So yeah, not content with being a double powermaster, Overlord is also something of a duocon, splitting into a separate tank and jet alt mode. They're not too fancy, and don't do much due to the constraints of the transformation i.e. the tank turret doesn't turn, sadly. But most frustrating is that there's no real way to convincingly slap the two together into a daft tank-jet mega vehicle thingy, despite hints on the sides of the tank that something was once intended to grab hold there.

Of course there is a combined alt mode for the two halves - a base mode! Yes, as with all the TR leaders Overlord can twist himself into a sort of mini-battlestation, and it manages to be both a bit sloppy next to his other modes, and at the same time superior to the majority of other TR bases. It works in a similar way to the G1 toy, but the relative lack of size makes it just seem a bit weedy and pointless. If there was an interior, you'd barely fit a coffee table and a beanbag chair in there. And it's hard to see what else Overlord could do in this mode that he couldn't do as a robot, tank or jet. He's still only got the one gun, after all.

I think I like the idea of Overlord a lot, if not his comic or anime appearances. When his toy was released in Europe he was pushed as yet another in a long line of Decepticon leaders, but without any accompanying media this relied purely on the powah of imajinashun to get kids to recognise it. And then as now, his looming humungousness is enough to make any Megatrons or Galvatrons take a moment to carefully consider how best to deal with the big blue upstart. It would have been great to have had Overlord sneak into the last few issues of the G1 Marvel comic to kick Bludgeon to the kerb and leave the series on a cliffhanger with what Overlord's reign might bring, but it was not to be. His release in Europe was only part of a half-arsed spinning of the wheels while the brand wilted away over in America. Still, he's here now, and is finally getting his time in the sun.

[bigskydreaming]

Tbh, my policy on pirating is pretty simple. I honestly dont give a fuck one way or another w/movies, TV shows and even comic books, bc the former two have managed to account for pirating in the way they pad their expenses and tbqh they dont really hurt for it. And with comic books, okay if you pirate indie or creator owned content you kinda suck, not gonna lie, you have NO idea the kind of effort and upfront costs that go into producing comic books without Marvel or DC backing you up, not until you actually try it. Its obscene. Especially if you’re not able to do all the art AND story AND inking/lettering/coloring yourself, and have to either pay other members of your self-assembled creative team upfront or on the backend. 

And this includes comic books published by Image (at least the ones without big name creators attached), because contrary to popular belief, Image has nothing to do with assembling the creative teams of most of their creator owned books, and they certainly don’t pay them any kind of wages or salaries. The way Image is set up is creators basically submit a complete first issue, all the art, inking, lettering, coloring, everything already done, to see if they’re interested in publishing. 

(Technically, you only have to submit the first eight pages in order to get a response, and theoretically its possible that Image has in the past greenlit books based on the first eight pages of the book, which then allows the creators some leverage in convincing the entirety of their creative team to put in the upfront work to complete the rest of the first issue still without payment, but at least trusting now that their work will see publication, but like, this doesn’t really happen much from anything I’ve ever seen or heard or experienced).

Anyway, point being, Image takes submissions and then greenlights the books they see as potentially profitable, but again....they in no way ever pay creators themselves. Creators only make money via the actual sales of their books, once published and distributed by Image...and only AFTER Image takes their cut, which is a flat fee deducted from the sales of individual issues. Its actually a good thing in some ways, that they only take a flat fee (their cut is for publishing and distribution costs, Image NEVER owns any part of the intellectual property they publish, unless they’re part of their ‘shared Image universe’ which tbh is just like, publisher Erik Larsen’s little sandbox for him and his friends and who even cares, those books suck, Savage Dragon is lame, Erik, and everyone knows Shadowhawk was a blatant rip-off of Darkhawk, and look, I love Darkhawk with all my New Warriors fanboying heart, but of all the characters in the world to rip-off, who the fuck considers Darkhawk worth being derivative of? So weird. BUT I DIGRESS. ANYWAY.) 

So in some senses the fact that they only ever take a flat rate is good, because in the rare cases of runaway books that really take off, the way Invincible and The Walking Dead were back when Robert Kirkman was still a no-name indie creator, like...the creator has the potential to make BANK. Which is exactly what Kirkman did, and why he’s now every-fucking-where, ruining all our other faves like who the fuck thought HIM producing a Chronicles of Amber show was a good idea, ewww. He’s gonna dial up the incest to 100, isn’t he? Sigh. UGH WHOOPS ANOTHER DIGRESSION, LOL YOU SEE WHY MY ADHD MEDS ARE ESSENTIAL, I ASSUME. 

Ahem. 

BUT in most cases, the fact that Image takes a flat fee off the top is like....shitty, because the last I heard - and tbf, this was years ago so its probably not the same anymore, but that means it could be worse - it was something like $2000 per issue. Which means the vast majority of indie creators you’ve never heard of before or after they published a six issue mini or whatever through Image never saw a cent. I’ve never heard of Image putting anyone in debt, like that’s not how they work at least - if your book doesn’t even make up to $2000, its not like you owe them for the remainder, but again, you just....never make a cent off it. So like....the reason a fuckton of Image books never make it past issue #6, if they even make it that far, is that the creators literally just can’t afford to keep producing out of pocket, financing the actual creative production costs of each issue themselves without making any profit on the backend, if they’re not ending up selling more than $2000 worth of issues once on the shelves, physical or digital).

So don’t fucking pirate Image comic books, plz. Just don’t do it. Unless they’re Erik Larsen’s. Pirate away, who gives a fuck, I hate that guy. LOLOLOL I’m such a petty asshole, ugh. Whatever. I blame my childhood.

ANYWAY. As I was saying, I don’t really give a shit about pirating from Marvel or DC, which maybe is bad of me because its not like those creators necessarily make bank either, unless they’re one of Marvel/DC’s faves and like, have their pick of titles at any given moment. But the way most of them are paid is Marvel and DC pay their creators actual salaries based on rates per page, and then Marvel/DC keep all the actual royalties themselves. The only exceptions to this are when issues sell more than 50,000 copies - that’s 50,000 individual copies of physical or digital issues, not $50,000 worth of sales like with Image. Once a creative team’s book sells more than 50,000 copies of a single issue however, THEN they start getting a cut of the royalties, as like a bonus incentive type thingie. But tbh, its pretty rare in today’s market for a book to move that many issues monthly, and only the top sellers of both companies end up in that rarefied air....and most of those books’ creative teams are the favored writers/artists anyway, the ones who have a degree of job security and never tend to lack for titles to shift to after ending a run on one book. Sooooo, they’re kinda the reverse of the creators who could actually use a cut of their books’ back end profits, but whatever.

So like I said, fuck Marvel and DC, like...corporately or whatever. Of course there’s no doubt that pirating has some definite correlation to how few books are able to move 50,000 issues monthly, but both companies have always been notoriously shitty to creators, and that’s not pirating’s fault, and less pirating honestly isn’t going to change that b/c the ones to benefit from less pirating first and foremost are still going to be the same ones who aren’t really that hurt by it currently....loooooooong before the lower rung creators start to see an uptick in profits as a result. And let’s be real, if Marvel & DC suddenly started seeing a surge in profits due to a marked reduction in piracy, they’d find some excuse to shift payment structures around again in order to still keep a lion’s share of the new profits while cutting the lower rung creators (read: new/just starting out/niche/lacking leverage creators) out of seeing much additional profits. Because the problem with creators making money off Marvel and DC IPs isn’t really pirating, its Marvel and DC not wanting to share the money made off their IPs, even with the people most responsible for those IPs generating revenue.

That’s the part of the pirating convo that most people miss, IMO....a rising tide just DOESN’T lift all boats, if one or two boats in particular are specially designed to make the most of any tiny uptick in a rising tide while all the other boats are made of the leftover shoddy materials and are undermanned or understaffed or whatever and can’t actually DO anything productive with any of the lift generated by the rising tide.

And if that made no sense, eh, idk, don’t blame me. Its not my metaphor.

ANYWAY. So that’s why I don’t really give a shit about pirated movies or TV shows or Marvel or DC books, though I do still think you suck if you pirate indie content including lesser known Image creators. You guys have srsly no idea how much harder indie comic book creators have to work compared to like, any other medium. It makes me wanna cry. Its ridiculous. It would take too long to explain just WHY its so much more of an ordeal/effort to produce indie comic book content than just about any other form of indie content save like, running an entire webshow with one or two people wearing all the hats while funding everything out of pocket and overseeing everything production wise and also being a key creator involved in creating the actual content.

BUT as I was saying in the last post, pirating novels is an ENTIRELY different thing, and I have vastly more opinions there than I do with other mediums. Because the publishing industry was designed to exploit and capitalize off the intellectual properties of INDIVIDUALS, unlike all those other mediums that are inherently collaborative and thus usually involve the combined efforts of several to dozens of people.

So at the end of the day, individual authors will ALWAYS suffer more from pirating, looooooong before publishing companies ever feel a ding in their profits. Because they designed it that way. Specifically SO that they, the big companies, would be protected. Its set up so that individual creatives, the authors, NEED publishing companies more than publishers need any singular author. Obviously the rise of indie publishing has changed this somewhat, but not as much as you might think.....because the thing is, indie authors are really only successful and profitable by the grace of Amazon. By the fact that Amazon can afford to pay authors 70 percent royalties on any sale as opposed to traditionally published authors who are lucky to get a ten to fifteen percent royalty rate on sales, with them not even seeing a cent of those royalties until AFTER their advance has already been paid back, if they ever even sell enough to make that happen at all.

And so like....its a very dangerous, precarious, and not at all trustworthy situation that allows for indie authors to CURRENTLY be profitable in ways or to degrees that a lot of traditionally published authors can’t be. 

But that’s only because Amazon is taking a loss on most of the books they publish, due to this payment model. Because Amazon CAN. They can afford it. They make enough from all their other departments and revenue streams to buttress those losses. And Amazon has been using this, and using indie authors, to leverage traditional publishers into giving up more and more of THEIR profits from THEIR books, by giving Amazon even steeper discounts on the books they distribute to them, to be sold to consumers by Amazon.

And again, like I said before, its the individual creators, the bottom rung authors, who take the hits here first and in the biggest ways, because it remains true that the publishers have designed their payment structures so as to use the profits of individual authors to compensate for their own dip in profits.

And Amazon isn’t doing any of this for the little guy’s benefit. They don’t care about giving indie authors a leg up, an alternative to tradition publishers. They only care about CURRENTLY making indie authors need traditional publishers less than trad publishers need them, for a change.....but ONLY so that Amazon can rake in the increase in profits first and foremost.

Because here’s the kicker. The thing I worry too many indie authors and readers don’t account for.

INDIE AUTHORS STILL NEED AMAZON MORE THAN AMAZON NEEDS THEM.

Amazon is VOLUNTARILY taking losses on their book sales, and have been almost from the start. Because they don’t NEED that department in particular to be profitable for them NOW. They’ve been angling for a long time to get as close to an actual monopoly on the book market as is possible under current free market laws. So the thing is....unlike traditional publishers....Amazon doesn’t need ANY indie authors OR sales. Like, AT ALL. They could shut down their entire indie book model tomorrow, and not really be any worse off for it.

And the second Amazon doesn’t need indie authors even as LEVERAGE to pry more profits out of traditional publishers....you better believe that 70 percent royalty rate is going to vanish literally overnight. Because there’s absolutely nothing in Amazon’s business model or legal obligations to indie authors that requires they maintain it, or protects indie authors from having it suddenly dropped to a five percent royalty rate at Amazon’s whim.

So the second the scales tip far enough that Amazon decides they really don’t need or want to milk anything else out of traditional publishers, they’ve gotten as much of a price cut or a monopoly as they’re going to get or want to get without forcing publishers (and by extension their own ready made product that Amazon then distributes) out of business.....Amazon is going to quite happily STOP taking a loss on the sales of all these indie titles, and say well, we don’t need you as much now, so we’re gonna just give you ten percent royalties, take it or leave it. Its not like you have any better options at this point.

So whether traditionally published or indie published, pirating books hurts individual creators in very real, tangible ways that creators in other mediums aren’t affected, or are supplemented or buttressed against.

I say all this not to guilt anyone, but simply to provide information. Because there’s always so much discourse going back and forth around legality of pirating and ethics of pirating and so much stuff that’s not even consequential or relevant if people don’t even understand the MECHANICS of how pirating affects various mediums. So they can then make INFORMED choices on how they feel about pirating certain content versus other content.

As I was saying at the start of all of this....I have my own personal stance on pirating, and I don’t expect it or need it to be anyone else’s personal model. Like I said, I don’t really care about other mediums, and when it comes to novels, I’m against it as much as possible, but with caveats. Lots of people, including authors, describe novels as luxury items, and as such say that nobody’s justified in taking one for their own personal entertainment just because they WANT it. I differ from that POV because I honestly don’t consider books a luxury. I consider them to be absofuckinglutely as essential to the survival and THRIVING of the human condition as food or rest. Far more so than TV or movies, which not everyone has access to, or finds as easily accessible. Bottom line.....I fall in the category of arguing that its not enough just to survive. People have to have reason to survive, to live. Things to look forward to. Things to enjoy. Feeding the human spirit, as cheesy or whatthefuckever as that sounds, is every bit as essential as feeding the body. I would not have survived my childhood without books. I would not have survived my twenties without books. Hell, I would not have survived this YEAR without books.

So, even as an author myself, and yes, I have written stuff that’s been pirated (I made a fairly decent living for a couple years as a self-published indie author of m/m erotica and m/m erotic romance short stories, novellas and novels, and those particular genres/markets get the SHIT pirated out of them. So trust me, I am VERY much putting my money where my mouth is on this subject).

But yes, even as an author myself, I have zero problem with people pirating stuff because they honestly, truly legit can not afford it otherwise. Its not a lost sale. If you don’t have the money, you don’t have the money. It doesn’t mean you still don’t need, let alone deserve, to have something to take your mind off your poverty, your stresses, your issues. And even if you technically have the money to afford a book, I’m well aware that doesn’t always mean you ACTUALLY have the money to afford it in any meaningful way. If you have five bucks to spend for the day, and a choice between a book and a bagel, or like, an actual sandwich and drink, that’s not a fucking choice that ANYONE should have to make. Use that five dollars to buy yourself a fucking sandwich and just pirate the book, I say. You can pay it forward when you get the chance. You find yourself with more money at a later point, by all means, go back and buy a legit copy of that book, your money’s still good then, and having had that book to enjoy at an earlier, more stressful time in your life might very well have contributed in even the tiniest of ways to you getting to a place where you had better finances and more spending money.

Yes, obviously, I am a big fan and proponent of libraries, and I think you should always go there first, if possible, to get your free literary content. Libraries are great, and they have a LOT more content, and more of a range of content, then a lot of people realize.

I am however aware that libraries are not necessarily practical for everyone. Sometimes you just plain can’t get to one, you have transportation or mobility issues or live in a household where your reading habits or interests are frowned upon or even penalized, because sometimes, parents are awful. Sometimes libraries just don’t have the content you’re looking for. Content is subjective, depends on staff, geography, community. LGBTQ+ kids shouldn’t have to risk being seen looking through the LGBTQ+ section of the library or checking out a book, if they’re not out at home or school or in their community. By all means, I would much rather a kid in that situation pirate the fuck out of their comforting, soul-sustaining LGBTQ+ themed books than risk upsetting a currently safe and secure status quo. Again, just pay it forward when and if you can, at a later date. And so on and so forward.

BUT, again, there’s caveats there, because with books, I consider it a case by case basis, and the case in question is the individual consumer. The above scenarios IMO are based entirely on the genuine, sincere situation of not being able to afford a book in any practical way, and not having a library as a valid option for getting that or any book.

This is an entirely different situation from HAVING the spending money, and being perfectly capable of dropping five bucks on a book versus five bucks on one of those much-talked-about-in-pirating-convos Starbucks’ lattes that you don’t NEED any more than anyone supposedly NEEDS to read a particular book. 

If you CAN afford to pay full price for a book without dipping into funds intended for other practical necessities or hurting or even inconveniencing you in any meaningful way, if you CHOOSE to pirate a book you can access or download through legal channels with just as much ease as you can pirate it...(again, I’m aware that due to bullshit territory laws, not all content is legally available in all areas at all times, and this isn’t what I’m talking about).

I’m talking about if you’re NOT in a bad - not just slightly uncomfortable - but BAD, financially tight, thrifty, constantly stressed situation where its honestly a Sophie’s fucking Choice trying to decide if you’re gonna shell out your money for the sequel you’ve been waiting on pins and needles for for a fucking year and its been the only thing getting you through some days....or if you’re gonna like, eat today....

THAT’S when I have no patience for your piracy, specifically. Not when it comes to novels and the bottom lines of individual, hard-working authors, most of whom have to spend their lunch hours or come home after work to soak their blood, sweat and tears into the manuscript that becomes the book you just pirated. I know what I said about indie comic book creators having it so much more fucking tough than anyone else knows or realizes, but that doesn’t mean that midlist and lower than that authors don’t work DAMN fucking hard on their product, even after working forty hour weeks at some minimum wage job that’s every bit as soul-crushing as the worst job you’ve ever held.

And you’re not a fucking rebel or revolutionary if you’re taking money out of THEIR pocket, when you don’t need it yourself, just because you can. You’re not sticking it to the man, or teaching greedy capitalist publishing pigs the error of their ways. They don’t care, and you’re just being a dick.

Entitlement isn’t always a bad thing, I believe, because we ARE all entitled to certain things. A broke, disabled person with transportation issues and disability benefits that aren’t even enough to cover their actual living expenses is IMO every bit as ENTITLED as anyone else to a nice, stress-free, enjoyable read they picked out because it was precisely what they were looking for and not because it was the only thing out of ten available options that looked halfway decent. I will never ever judge or condemn or disparage someone for pirating in a scenario even REMOTELY close to that.

But that doesn’t mean that gratuitous entitlement doesn’t always exist, and isn’t obnoxious as fuuuuuuuuuuck. You’re not entitled to whatever you want, whenever you want, for as little as you feel like paying for it, just because you WANT it. And just because you can GET it, consequence free. If THAT’S the defining motivation or influence behind pirating the debut novel of a single mom working sixty hours a week to support her kids PLUS hanging onto her dreams and pounding out her novel over the course of a year and a half on her lunch hour.....then yeah, you fucking suck, and you know it, you whiny little shit who identifies with this paragraph and goes "who me? YOU DONT KNOW MY LIFE!” Yeah, I do. We all know someone like you. You’re not special.

Just like I know that author profile I just described there was not grabbed out of my ass, but describes someone very real and not at all embellished, and she’s not even the author I know in the most stressful scenario-whilst-writing. She certainly wouldn’t even consider herself in the Top Ten. And her publisher passed on the option for her sophomore novel, because her much-pirated book never made back the $25,000 advance she was paid over the course of three installments, which meant after taxes, she got an extra $10,000 bucks spread out among three eight month intervals, or just under two years.

So yeah. That’s where I fall. Soundly in the same camp I fall in most things: Actions have consequences, and you should always make an effort to be informed on what those consequences are before deciding whether or not you take action.

Let’s be real, no one’s effectively policing whether or not every individual consumer on the web pirates casually, extensively, or religiously, if at all. Its not likely EVER going to be an issue for you. That someone can actually keep you from pirating because you’re genuinely afraid of legal consequences.

But you shouldn’t need the threat of legal consequences, the question of can I get away with this or not, to police your own actions.

And at the risk of giving anyone whiplash, I for sure don’t give a fuck about the legality of taking away from the bottom line of massive, multi-million dollar corporate interests if I can get away with it. I’m just as entitled to keeping my five bucks that I worked DAMN FUCKING HARD FOR, as the people most likely to see that money even though they didn’t log a single actual hour on producing the content they’re charging five bucks for, IMO. I’m perfectly aware there’s a shit ton of people who’d call that rationale self-serving bullshit and hypocritical, but bite my lily-white Irish ass, I don’t give a fuck. I’m comfortable with my own morality.

But part of the reason I’m comfortable with my own morality, is that it tells me that even though there are times when I think I’m entitled to certain things I can’t necessarily afford, there are also times when I know I’m NOT entitled to things I may just not WANT to afford. Any time you’re able to justify ALWAYS having things your way without it ever costing you any kind of concession, I think that’s usually a good sign it might be time to stop and take a second look at yourself. Nobody gets to have everything their own way, to their best liking, all of the time.

But the flip side of that coin IMO, is that nobody should be penalized to NEVER having anything their own way, to their liking, ANY of the time. And if that’s the situation you’re in at some point in your life, and pirating’s the only available option to giving yourself a break from your regular monotony or currently-shitty-reality? Like, who the fuck am I to tell you not to pirate that feel good book or movie that has the chance to let you go to bed later with an actual smile on your face for a change? Who the fuck is anybody to tell you that?

*Shrugs*

There’s my two cents: The Ten Volume and Unnecessarily Long Saga.

[osokaraddict]

Osokara Zine Entries + AN Notes

This is super late but who cares! I wrote for the first time and had lots of fun collaborating with Noriko in the Osokara Zine (please have a read here if you haven’t already!)

I did a total of four entries (ノ°▽°)ノ 

But the Rose was Completely Unharmed Summary: AU - Magic Teacher x Magical Girl; Professor Osomatsu thinks his student is an idiot. His student begs to differ and calls himself the Guilto Warrior of Love™.

Earl Grey, with a Teaspoon of Blue Flowers Summary: AU - Teacup Spirit x Teru Teru Doll; a (not) lonely teacup spirit meets a white spirit by the window.

Rain, with Signs of Drowning Summary: R15 - NEETS;  According to Osomatsu, humans are made out of 80 or 90 percent out of water; Karamatsu thinks his older brother should get his head checked by a doctor.

Matsuno Karamatsu’s Ingenious Plan  Summary: R18 - NEETs; Karamatsu thinks he has a greatest plan in the world; Osomatsu’s head is hurting.

Nori and I also did a bonus entry that missed the deadline. Please have a read if you are interested! (۶•̀ᴗ•́)۶

Feast and Indulgence Summary: R18 - AU - Shuten Douji x Dark!Aoandon; The oni's nature is to pillage, indulge, and feast to their heart's content. This is no different.

And below the cut is author notes of each entries plus a related short snippets that might be fun if you wanted to know more about each world ✨ The author notes are filled with spoilers and mostly safe for work (and not proofread).

But the Rose was Completely Unharmed

I had the most fun writing this... just because I’m always biased to Magical Girl Kara 😳💦 I had problems thinking of Painful Lines of Magic but that’s when Tundrea popped in my head with sunglasses and I was filled with rage🔥 Getto out! I’m writing this with Noriko in mind! Not you!!!

Oso-sensei is seriously infatuated with his student but since he’s in adult, he thinks he needs to be proper. It’s hard not to ogle crossdressing student on all-fours on the floor with pretty blue hair everywhere. He desperately is trying to figure how to get Kara to graduate properly so he can put his hands on his student without guilt in his mind. Hence why this shitty teacher is even trying to teach properly! Amazing!

This story wasn’t actually written together with Nori’s art at all 😌 But when I saw it, I thought it’ll be nice to connect the two, hence the “I will protect you” line. Unfortunately, it made Osomatsu cooler and I’m forever regretting it as he’s just shitty shotacon... Like all mages, Osomatsu’s real age is unknown, though Kara thinks it’s not too far from his own.

Speaking of Nori’s comic, we had a conversation that went something like this:

K: Nori, those magic crystal thingys… will reflect? Right? N: Yeah they do. It's magic (??) K: THEN THEY WILL REFLECT KARA’S PANTIES AND SENSEI CAN SEE THEM ALL THE TIME! N: But Kara is wearing shorts 😂😂 K: ...KUSOOOOOOOOO ( ۶ ༎ຶД ༎ຶ) ۶ MY HOPES AND DREAMMMSSSS

Thus began Oso’s journey to melt the crystal trapping Kara and finally get to see the panties 😔

A back setting Karamatsu has is that his flooding magic is actually really weird in that there shouldn’t be fish and stuff in the water but there is. It’s not transportation magic so then Karamatsu is created them himself...? And maybe this leads to his fate later on...

Also, Karamatsu fell in love at first sight because Osomatsu resembled him, thus a dangerous guilty guy✨ Osomatsu’s real personality is just shitty, pathetic, clingy, and attention-hungry, so Karamatsu decided he will do the world a favour by looking after this useless teacher with immortal RABU. He sees Osomatsu clearly, but at the same time, kissing and even more is the last thing on his mind.

“Heh. I will exchange a hot, passionate baiser with you anytime you wish, my Dear Teacher!” The crossdresser said as he puckered up his lips with sparkling shitty looking eyes.

“Your teacher prefers not being thrown in jail so no thanks~” The teacher replies lazily, not looking up from his newspaper.

“WHY!? Such a handsome guy is offering this bountiful opportunity to you, and you refuse!?” Karamatsu looked at his teacher like his teacher was insane. And he thinks he’s probably right since all those gambling newspaper were probably bad for the brain. "There is no need to hold back. Come, MY DARLING!" He spread his arms with enough enthusiasm for the both of them.

The teacher had enough of his student's pestering and waved his wand to levitate an all-so-conveniently placed plushie to smack it right into the crossdresser's face.

"MUFH!?" A rather unladylike (gorilla-sounding, even) escaped Karamatsu's mouth before he pulled the said plushie off his face. It was kind of an ugly red thing. The crossdresser somewhat remembers this toy to be part of the 'Geruge' set with its oversized tongue and fluffiness. Still, it had a charm to it in that, the more you look at it, the more this red geruge thing start to look kind of cute. "Teacher, where did you get this from?" He couldn't help but ask since it was strange his teacher had this.

Osomatsu shrugged his shoulders. "It was the consolation prize they gave after I lost badly at magick pachinko~ I thought maybe it'll help me attract some boobs so I took it with me but it's too ugly." It did not come in a two-set. And there definitely wasn't a blue one he kept at home or anything. The series did actually have some strange popularity to it, so he didn't hide it until it was detention time or anything.

Really.

The unfair teacher opens his mouth to continue and says, "Go throw that in the garbage can for your teacher, okay? Thanks~"

"T-Throw!?" Karamatsu gasped dramatically like Osomatsu predicted. "How could you throw this Poor Innocent Sheep geruge Boy into the garbage can like that!?"

"Eh~ Cause it doesn't attract girls~" Osomatsu whined.

"And that is why you are the least popular professor here," Karamatsu deadpanned.

"So mean! I've just been hurt and insulted by my student! And the world is cruel 'cause teachers can't insult their students but the opposite can happen!"

Karamatsu didn't pay attention to his whining teacher and held up the red geruge in the air and twirled around. "Fufu~ Now that I look at you closer, you look at bit like Teacher," he laughs. "Since your Master doesn't want you, I shall take you home! Your name is Osogeruge from now on~!"

Osomatsu's heart skips a beat.

"Hey, could you not name that ugly thing after me~?"

"Hmm~? Don't worry, Teacher! I will make sunglasses and a leather jacket that will fit Osogeruge just right and he'll become a GUILTY GERUBOI in no time!"

"NO, PLEASE STOP!!!"

Osomatsu nursed his ribs that almost broke by imagining that red geruge in sunglasses and leather jacket (it was horrible).

"Teacher~" Karamatsu calls out, making Osomatsu looked out. He held the ugly red plushie in his hands before he dropped a kiss on it. "Since Teacher doesn't want my hot, passionate baiser, then I shall give it to this Karamatsu Boy instead!"

"...Okay, you are so getting a second detention and lines on the board! Get back here you shitty crossdresser!!!"

And a few weeks later when Osomatsu actually places a kiss on Karamatsu's forehead, his dumb student turned even redder than his Osogeruge plushie.

"...I think I saw a nostalgic dream," the teacher mumbles to himself. It seems he has fallen asleep even though that was the last thing he had time for.

When he looked up, it relieved him to see his student still there --- even if his student was captured inside crystals.

Shaking his head to clear away the fog in his tired mind, he forced his aching body up. "I'll be off. Be a good student and wait for your teacher until he comes back okay?" He places a smile on his face like nothing was wrong at all.

Tomorrow. The day after. Five years. A century.

In the end, it didn't matter how long it'll take for him. There was something much more important to him than time and his life itself.

"Please wait for me. Just a bit longer."

Earl Grey, with a Teaspoon of Blue Flowers

The ✨CUTEST✨ couple in the world, is thanks to Nori and her wonderful ideas. Incidentally, talking to her about it was enough to make the whole plot of this story, which is why this is the only story with an actual plot! Amazing Noriko power!

I wrote an outline of the story on piece of lined paper and the word limit of 5k was already making me sweat. Supposedly Teacup-kun was going to successfully bring Teru-chan outside and have a picnic. He was going to suffer having to hold hands with Teru-chan the whole time cause the white spirit was too curious of everything ("WHAT IS THAT!! AMAZING~ WOWOW~") and ignorant of all dangers in the world. On one hand, Teacup-kun gets to hold hands with Teru-chan; on the other hand, he was trying to make sure that Teru-chan doesn't get kidnapped by a bird or something 😂 The moment Teacup-kun loses sight of Teru-chan, Teru-chan comes back with the royal osokara round dogs he made friends with. Mini Oso and Kara on top of those round dogs are too cute... 😳

Speaking of this story, Nori and I had a conversation something like this:

N: I had to put fluff in Teru-chan's skirt because he will show his panties (??) K: NORI I THOUGHT WE HAD A DISCUSSION THAT TERU IS SUPPOSED TO HAVE NO PANTIESSSSS ( ۶ ༎ຶД ༎ຶ) ۶

But eventually it's been decided that Teru-chan needed panties or Teacup-kun would be distracted the whole time and wouldn't have been able to make a proper conversation  ;つД｀) Damn you panties...

Incidentally, that royal prince and princess are together and they spend lots of time together... Lots of time. Enough that Teru-chan knows only all the things at night in the two weeks he was made and lived in the princess' room (making Teacup-kun a shotacon✨). The prince is also a shotacon✨ Which leads to Nori's art here of Teru-chan lifting his dress when Teacup-kun had steeled his heart to take it slow so that he doesn't scare his new wife~

It is thanks to the prince that Teru-chan knows the concept of marriage when he knows barely anything else. It is also thanks to the prince that Teru-chan has the 'wrong' image of marriage, so good luck Teacup-kun!

Their end is something like this. It comes unexpectedly, but at the same time no one was truly in the wrong. A nervous new maid, afraid of all the expensive things that surrounded her, felt like she was walking on top of needles. The moment she made a mistake, she was sure she would get fired and end up on the streets since she needed this job more than anything. With quivering fingers, she tried to wipe the multiple tea sets to the best of her ability.

Unluckily for her, the combination of this new environment, her anxiety, and her discomfort and inexperience in wearing her complex maid outfit, she accidentally knocked her one of the teapots and cups she was cleaning.

Even before she heard the sound of porcelain shattering on the wooden floor below, she paled. She panicked – what should she do? Clean up the mess? Where’s the broom? Or maybe they can be mended? She swallowed down the urge to scream as tears slipped her eyes.

Before she realized it, she ran, trying to find her senior maid and ready to confess what she did.

In the next room, there was a white doll dangling by the window. It heard something shattered, and right away, it realized what happened.

He thought heard his husband scolding him to stay away but he didn’t listen at all. He floated down from the window and hurried as fast as his small body can take him. It took almost an eternity before he found the source of the sound – the sight of shattered porcelain. He called his husband’s name, begging for an answer. He knew he wouldn’t receive one, but he still held a small hope.

“Forever. Always.”

Surely that was the answer to everything, so the white doll roughly wiped his tears away. He held out his white dress and used it to collect every piece of the broken cup that made up his husband. Those uneven shards, small and big, eventually cut and tore the white doll’s body but he didn’t care.

He may not be able to hear his husband’s voice anymore but his husband was in these shards.

It hurt. It did hurt. His body cried in pain but his heart cried even more. Even then, despite that, the white doll tried to gather all those parts, almost breaking from the weight.

“…Forever… always,” the white doll whispers to himself. “…to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us part.”

But even if the vow they made was until death, the white doll knew he will be lonely in no time. No, he was already feeling so, so lonely like he was trapped in a drawer on that day long, long ago.

That is why, he was sure that his husband will scold him for following all the way to death to see him. Yet that husband of his was always so kind that the white doll was sure he’ll get a hug and a kiss after being lectured.

With such a dream in his mind, the white doll tied up his tattered dress with the shards of his most beloved and crossed his eyes to sleep.

They are later buried together in the garden at the royal family’s wish. It didn’t take long before flowers and mushrooms sprout at the very spot the family buried them. Everyone could take a deep breath of relief. Somehow, they could come to believe the teacup and the white doll will meet again but in a different shape and form.

Always. Forever.

With you.

Rain, with Signs of Drowning

The first proper fanfic I wrote. If you read the rest, you can tell because the mood is actually sombre and serious 😂 It helped that I was writing with Nogi in mind? Probably. Writing is hard desu.

This fanfic was written in Kara’s POV and thus he missed a lot of hints and doesn’t know how desperate Oso is actually is~ But Oso is unfair in that he always wants to be cooler and ‘win’ since he’s the big brother. He wants Kara to drown in him because he doesn’t want to admit he drowned in Kara waaay before. He hides his internal turmoil behind a cocky smile and strips Kara naked with his eyes. But Kara is an idiot and doesn’t think about sexual acts and instead thinks Oso is literally hungry and wants a bite of his flesh 😰 (Kissing and biting must be how Osomatsu endures with his cannibalism urges! And me who lets him... is the true duty of the second son. Bang!! 😎✨)

Oso’s goal is to make it so that Kara can’t live without him.

He’s the shitty type that pulls sweaty Kara dressed in a tank top, really short shorts from the floor in the summer on top of him.

The fan barely relieved the effects of the boiling summer’s heat on him, and now with the added weight on him, it was even more suffocating. Even as his brain shouted it was frying and his lungs only took in hot air to scorch his body, he pressed the body on top of him close so that their skin touched more.

Who knows. Maybe they can melt together and become one like this, he thought with blood rushing down his lower body.

“It’s hot,” Karamatsu complained shortly. No doubt the heat was making the second speak less and without painful words. His eyes said ‘let go of me’ but Osomatsu pretend he saw nothing.

“Then push me off the sofa,” Osomatsu instead pointed out. He knew giving a choice will make Karamatsu stop and use his empty brain to try and think. But that empty brain doesn’t work long and soon Karamatsu will reach a no-conclusion. It took too much to push Osomatsu off, and, at the same time, it took too much will and energy to think of another option. Thus Karamatsu did nothing but lie on top of his older brother with an unamused frown.

Osomatsu just laughed. It was the kind of ugly face Karamatsu had when he just wakes up. The kind of expression he wouldn’t make to his little brothers on purpose at all. It’s not like Osomatsu didn’t feel a hint of guilt; still, he will use whatever he could.

His cute, cute stupid little brother. Narcissistic, kind, painful, timid, slow, airhead, and dumb.

“Don’t change, Karamatsu.” Like a curse. Like a prayer.

Don’t ever bother notice the wrongness of this relationship that’s too immature and depraved to call ‘love’. However, if he had to, Osomatsu would use that cheap, clichéd word ‘love’ Karamatsu liked in place of ‘possessiveness’.

But he’ll only do that if Karamatsu realizes something was off. If that day never comes, he won’t even bother, especially since he didn’t want to give unnecessary information to Karamatsu at all.

‘You don’t have to think, and if someone has to weigh down by this forever then it can be me. ...Cause I’m your big bro.’

“It’s hot,” Osomatsu says instead with common and simple words that his stupid little brother’s brain can actually comprehend and get distracted.

Karamatsu commented back, “Yeah, it’s hot,” not realizing he said the same thing earlier. But before those gears in his head can click in place, Osomatsu slips his hand up Karamatsu’s tank top and shorts to enjoy the bare feel of his little brother’s skin.

This body he forcibly opened up to take him inside remembers his touch and shivers. A small gasp escaped from Karamatsu’s mouth, which Osomatsu stole away.

“It’s so hot that I’m going to die~” Osomatsu complains.

“Y-Yeah,” Karamatsu replies absentmindedly, out of reflex.

Osomatsu bites that tanned throat in front of his eyes and grinds his lust and heat mercilessly without hesitation.

Surely the cries of the cicadas will distract his little brother from remembering how to complain.

Matsuno Karamatsu’s Ingenious Plan

Essentially all the porn I read is Japanese porn, so this 'plot' isn't all that strange if it's in Japanese 😂 I have read some pretty dumb Karamatsu, but I'm sure canon Karamatsu is a bit smarter. I'm also sure my Karamatsu in this fanfic was merely distracted by wondering if he wanted a glow-in-the-dark d*ldo or one that played music (because Ozaki). He is really happy, enjoying the NEET life to the fullest that he won’t survive very long in the outside wrong.

Onii-chan is super worried you know, Kara-chun~?

Hence why Osomatsu did suffer lots through the ages from horror that he gets hardty at the sight of his little brother’s smile to beating up weird guys that ‘invite’ an oblivious Karamatsu to things. Him eating Karamatsu’s love letters like a goat in high school was inevitable as Osomatsu did his best to sabotage all romantic relationships from ever happening. Osomatsu was that annoying older brother that will pop out of nowhere and throw his arm around Karamatsu’s shoulder to interrupt conversations. Once in a while, Osomatsu’s hand drops down to rest down on Karamatsu’s hip in a very possessive way but Karamatsu doesn’t get a thing.

Osomatsu did try confessing his love several times but they all end in failure. One of the cases is: “I LOVE YOU!!” “Heh. I RABU you too, my first BURAZA~😎✨ I am such a sinful guy to be so LOVED by my siblings!! Wowowow~!”

Osomatsu cried.

He would also like to argue that anyone in his shoes would do the same thing if their cute, stupid, sexy little brother comes by with a ruler and asking for your size ‘cause he wants a toy exactly the same.

On the side note, I realize the awesomeness of art drawn by western fandom because of no need for censorship. I GOT NONCENSORED DIKKU AND PEACHES FROM NORIKO WOWOWOW!!!! \(°口°๑)/ \(°口°๑)/

Totty will have lots of fun getting Am*zon to stop showing all those ‘interesting’ recommendations due to his search history. In fact he went and half-killed Karamatsu and then killed Osomatsu because it’s always Osomatsu’s fault.

Osomatsu groaned. His whole body ached and he could have sworn he saw his whole life flashed before his eyes. Actually, it felt like his soul left his body for a moment there?

He turned just his eyes and spotted his little brother, half-beaten up. He wondered why he got mixed up in this mess when clearly it was this idiot narcissist's fault. At the very least, he argued in his mind, Karamatsu should have gotten as beaten up as he did! Except Karamatsu might cry so maybe he didn’t want his little brother as beaten up as he is.

He forced his hand just the tiny bit forward so he could touch his little brother’s hand. It twitched back, which made Osomatsu happy for some reason so he entwined their fingers together.

“Hey, Karamatsu~ Still alive?”

“Heh… I saw Lord Enma and came back,” the second boasted with a similarly tired tone in his voice.

“Really~? And what did he say?”

“He said I looked like his pet snake? And that his ribs might break?? So he sent me back,” Karamatsu answered with confusion.

“Ah, somehow, it feels like I can drink beer with that guy,” Osomatsu mused. Yet, at the same time, he didn’t feel like meeting this Lord Enma dude. There was this shitty vibe to this so-called king of hell even he has never met the guy. Maybe just the pet snake instead.

The first shook his head; he was going off-topic because of the pain when more important things were going on. Osomatsu gripped Karamatsu’s hand tighter, still remembering the feel of his little brother’s skin below him. He faked a cough when he felt heat rush to his face. His heart thumped loud – no matter how many fail tries he gone through, he always felt nervous.

“S-So, Karamatsu~” He almost squeaked.

“Hm~?” The second made no indication he knew what Osomatsu was trying to get.

“S-So… umm… errr… ahhh…”

“What is it, Osomatsu? Do you need to go to the washroom?”

“No, I don’t need to poop!”

“Forgive me. I thought you wanted a shoulder to the washroom…”

Osomatsu mentally banged his head against something. This idiot little brother is horrible at reading the atmosphere when it actually counts. No, he can’t give up like this. He already ate his little brother’s maidenhood, and he's going to take responsibility and get his dreamed lovey-dovey normie life with lots of kisses and sex!!!

“Karamatsu!!” He shouted loudly.

Karamatsu twitched at sudden volume and looked almost frightened. “W-What is wrong!? Are you pooping in your pants after all, Buraza!?”

“No!! The one that does all the pooping in public is Ichimatsu! Or Choromatsu’s head!!”

“Oh, Mistake!! Ichimatsu, just you wait! I will bring the Miracle Lovely Angelic Feather of Harmony for your buttocks right now! Choromatsu, wait for me as well!!” Yet, despite those gallant brave words, this shitty narcissist made no move to get up because he was tired.

Osomatsu swallowed the urge to shout again because he needed to get away from this topic of poop (for once in his life).

“K-K-K-Karamatsu.”

“Hm~?”

“…I stole Totty’s wallet while he was beating us up. Wanna go to pachinko with it?”

“Heh. You can count me in!!”

F-First is a pachinko date, Osomatsu said to himself with a tremble. Small steps at a time! He was a virgin after all! (Except not.)

Feast and Indulgence

The entry that didn’t end up in the zine for a couple of reasons 😂 Actually, to be honest, the whole author note is the after story. Since the deadline passed when I handed it to Nori, she suggested writing Karamatsu’s side when I telling her the backstory to this fanfic. I was like?? (°口°๑) OH YEAH. THERE’S NO WORD LIMIT NOW??? NORI IS GENIUS!

And so I wrote Karamatsu’s side that totally destroyed the mood in the first part (I regret nothing) and now it wouldn’t be complete with it 😂 I didn’t mean to write with a darker(?) tone but I did comedy three times (Rose, Earl Grey, and Ingenious Plan), so for balance, I needed something more serious. As for why it became Shuten Douji x Dark!Aoandon, I wanted it to have ties with all the other fanfiction and Aoandon is perfect as he is the ‘gathering of tales’. Also, I did R18 for NEET so I needed R18 for AU next haha!

Shuten Douji used to be an outcast human child that would later be sacrificed to appease ‘kami’. In their world, kami do exist but they probably don’t care for humans much. If they decided to help out of whim, Karamatsu went and burned down the whole village and surrounding area before they did anything. In fact, Karamatsu probably consumed the surrounding kami and took their power. Before Karamatsu was Aoandon, he was certainly an incarnation of ‘fear’.

Perhaps Osomatsu reincarnated to be an oni because in his mind, oni were strong, frightening and more real than kami. But above all, they can live long, so he can be with Karamatsu for as long as he wants. As Shuten Douji, he was always irritated, starving for something that he didn’t know what, and drowned himself in alcohol. His tough body didn’t let him die easily and he became the head of all oni and soon reunited with Karamatsu once again.

…Well, we all know how that reunion went 😂

In about a hundred years, they will become that calm, loving married couple you see in Shuao! Really!!

Though the day Osomatsu wakes up to the smell of breakfast and sees his wife without the braided blue rope on his horn, he freezes.

Karamatsu frowned, raising an eyebrow like he was daring the red oni to say something. “Sit down and close your mouth before you eat a fly, my dear lord.”

“Eh? But… but your braid,” Osomatsu says, hesitatingly. He looked almost lost like a small child.

The blue spirit merely sighed.

For someone who's always concerned about any past ex-lovers showing up or friends or anything that knew Karamatsu from before they ‘met’, Osomatsu was strangely fixed on that braided rope. In fact, it was the only thing that Osomatsu accepted of Karamatsu's past. The red oni would go on a rampage if Karamatsu suggested that he would go back to his ‘hometown’.

“Unfortunately, unlike a brute like you, a stylish man like myself must keep up with the trends,” Karamatsu said with smirk. “I cannot be wearing the same thing for centuries, you see~? Hm~?”

“Ehhh…” The red oni let out in a mixture of disappointment and disbelief.

To begin with, that braided rope was a gift given to him from his human child friend who passed away long ago. It was important, yes. It was a memento of a past long gone and would never come back.

‘I no longer require such a thing to tie myself to the living world.’

Karamatsu was in love with the present he had now. He loved the past just the same – neither of them were a colour fainter than the other and both were beautiful vivid shades of red. If he could, he would like to gaze those shades of red for eternity.

“If it bothers you this much, my dear lord, then go buy something new for me,” Karamatsu instead says coyly.

Shuten Douji’s eyes brightens and he runs for their closet to rummage for his wallet. “I haven’t used my allowance for this month! I’m going go buy something! Just wait here, Karamatsu!”

“You can have these onigiri on your way down the mountain.”

“Thanks, Karamatsu~!” The red oni munches onigiri in one hand and a spiked club in the other as he hurried down to find the nearest clothing store.

The blue spirit shook his head due to how simple-minded his husband was, but it can’t be helped.

It took a whole day before the red oni comes back, dirty and beaten-up in places, with a big grin. “Here you go, Karamatsu!” He gives his wife an ugly flower he plucked from the mountain on the way up and a ‘present’.

Karamatsu took the present and inspected it. It was a black collar which would  be fastened by the long red braided ropes on each ends. “I would have preferred a skull but… I suppose it isn’t too bad when it comes to your fashion sense, my dear lord.”

Truthfully, it didn’t matter what his lord got him. Karamatsu was happy to get anything.

“It’s my colour this time,” Osomatsu boasts happily.

Karamatsu also came to realize this fact and laughed. “Then will you put it on for me, my dear lord?” He asks before handing the collar back and facing the garden.

Osomatsu took the collar and kneeled down on the ground. He secured the collar around Karamatsu’s neck before tying the red braided ropes into a clumsy bow. “W-What do you think? You don’t mind it right?” The red oni asks.

The blue spirit presses a hand against the black collar, feeling the weight. “Yes. This is mine and mine alone,” Karamatsu speaks with a heaviness that he was sure that Shuten Douji wouldn’t understand now.

“Huh?”

Karamatsu patted his lap and right away Osomatsu dropped on the ground to rest his head on his wife’s lap.

“And? Why did it take so long for you to come back, my dear lord?” The blue spirit asks closing his eyes as he caressed his husband’s hair

“That’s going to be a loooong story,” the red oni grumbles.

“We have all the time in the world, do we not? Tell me of your tale.”

“It won’t be a tale of love that you like but it’ll be a tale of how awesome your husband was!”

“I will keep my expectations low.”

“Hey! I was really awesome this time!!"

Thank you for reading! (๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ ✨✨

[kittykatanimelove23]

Sonic/Equestria Girls Au Information and Lore

It's finally time to show you all something that I've had in my head for years and I promised myself that this year I would introduce it, AND TODAY IS THAT DAY. This crossover isn't like any other story where "sonic and his friends travel to the world of equestria girls because eggman messed up the timeline or mephiles miraculously came back and sent them there on a magic portal thingie for revenge" Nope, this is vastly different. Before I begin, I'd like to clarify that this takes place in a hybrid universe where the IDW/archie comics/games take place. I love the archie characters too much to NOT let them be a part of it. Basically, it's the IDW/game verse but with archie characters in them, along with a few events that happened and some cities that are in the old comics (i.e Knothole, Meropis etc.). Another note is that some of my ocs, and their species, are in this au as well! The species is called Novians.

Here's a list of the Archie characters: Sally Acorn and her family (Elias, Max etc.) Uncle Chuck (I'm a bit unsure if I want to add Sonic's parents since I'm still figuring things out) Scourge the hedgehog Fiona Fox The Freedom Fighters (Bunnie, Nicole, Antoine etc.) Mina Mongoose Shard the Metal Sonic Razor The Shark Coral the Betta Pearly the Manta Ray Honey the Cat Nack and his gang Hope Kintobor Rob O' the Hedge Some of the Echidna clan (which is honestly a huge maybe because I want Knuckles to have at least SOME of his people alive) Snively Robotnik (Also a huge maybe) ..and that's it so far! I'll update the list if I forgot a character. Some of the character's backstories are a mix of what Archie had and what the post-genesis wave had for them. For example, during the war with Eggman, King Max sent his wife Alicia and their son Elias to Angel Island to escape to safety when Sally was a baby. When they crash landed, and were presumed dead, Max groomed Sally to be the next heir for the Acorn kingdom until her father was banished in The Special Zone years later, he came back though. Alicia and Elias came back the same way they did in the Archie comics. Another thing to know is that some of my ocs, and their species, are in this au as well! The species is called Novians, they coexist with the equestrians. My OC's that exist in this au Isis Minorel Pacifica Catrine Jackson Somber and a few more that I haven't introduced yet! Jack and Isis are not energy vampires in this au but they still have their powers. NOW ONTO THE PLOT!! ~__________________________~ Basic Information: In this au, the Mane 7 are all sisters and Celestia is their mother, Isis is their adopted sister and Derpy is their first cousin, making her Luna's daughter. Celestia is queen of the equestrian humans, while Luna and Cadence are her royal advisors. Jack's father, Fredrick Somber is the monarch for all of the Novian species, he has a good friendship with Celestia. They reside in the kingdom of Equestria on Mobius, while the Seaquestrians live in the deep blue ocean not too far from where the kingdoms reside. They aren't from Mobius originally, they come from their own separate planet but it became uninhabitable. The equestrians are on peaceful terms with most of the species on the planet, especially the Mobians, and do whatever they can to help. Equestrian Human Species Info: Equestrian humans look the same in the original EG movie but the difference is that they have abilities based on their pony counterparts. Pegasi-based Equestrian humans can summon their wings at will, just like how Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy did in the first movie and so on. Magic-based (AKA unicorns) Equestrian humans can use their magical abilities to lift things or use them as a weapon for self defense, they DO NOT have horns. Earth-based Equestrian humans are just like regular humans but with a slight enhance of strength. Alicorn-based is just magic and pegasi mixed together. The Mane 7 and the Elements of Harmony: The Elements of Harmony were assigned to the 7 princesses at birth, much different to how the elements were assigned to their previous users. There are seven elements: Honesty Kindness Magic Laughter Loyalty Generosity Forgiveness There used to be six, but their late father had unleashed the element because of his forgiving nature and heart. Isis doesn't have an element but is still considered very powerful. ALL of the Mane 7's abilities in this au are the same powers they have in the fourth movie and mini series, the only difference is that they don’t transform unless they use their elements. They do have different transformation designs throughout the story, like how Sailor Moon does. I wanted Sunset's element to be forgiveness because she started out as an arrogant and cruel person when she was introduced. After her defeat, she had worked so hard to not only become a better person, but to also receive forgiveness from the people around her, including herself. Sunset is the literal reason why this au exists and I love her for that. An important fact about Sunset is that she has pyrokinetic powers in this au, which she inherited from her mother. It is dubbed, The Royal Flame. Pyrokinetic Abilities - Can control ANY kind of fire - Can breathe in fire - Can control her body temperature in cold weather - Her fire won't burn people she trusts, unless she commands it too - If she gets wet her powers won't work for a little while - When angry or frustrated, her body gets super hot - If she becomes emotionally unstable, she turns into her she-demon form, it happened once Mane 7 Ages and Birthdays (From oldest to youngest) (These birthdays are not canon to MLP, I made them up)

Sunset Shimmer: Age: 19 D.O.B: June 16th Species: Alicorn-based (yes she has wings sHHH-

Applejack: Age: 19 D.O.B: November 29th Species: Earth-based

(Isis would be here)

Rarity: Age: 18 D.O.B: February 14th Species: Magic-based

Fluttershy & Rainbow Dash: Age: Both 17 D.O.B: March 4th Species: Pegasai-based

Pinkie Pie: Age: 16 D.O.B: April 1st Species: Earth-based

Twilight Sparkle: Age: 15 D.O.B: December 3rd Species: Magic-based

((Before you ask, equestrian humans reproduce fast and the gestation period is at least 6-7 months)) Relationships this is what happens when the creator is a huge shipper-

Sunset Shimmer x Shadow the hedgehog (ShadowShimmer)

Sonic x Isis (Sonisis)

Pacifica x Jet the Hawk (Jetcifica)

Jack x Blaze the Cat (Jackaze)

Applejack x Elias Acorn (EliJack)

Rarity x Knuckles the Echidna (Knuxity)

Fluttershy x beret-wearing jackal from the Jackal Squad (Crimshy) 

((Crimson is my headcanon name for him))

Rainbow Dash x Gadget the Wolf (GadgetDash)

Pinkie Pie x Espio the Chameleon (EspioPie)

Twilight Sparkle x Silver the Hedgehog (SilverSparkle)

Celestia x Infinite (Celestifinte)

Derpy Hooves x Scourge the Hedgehog (Derpourge)

Princess Skystar x Razor the Shark (Skyzor) ((I haven't seen the movie yet so please no spoilers))

Zecora x Uncle Chuck?? and many more I have yet to introduce~ ~~~~~~~~~ History: Before they arrived on Mobius, the Equestrian humans weren't just one of Mobius' "inhabitants" and Equestria wasn't just a series of kingdoms. Oh no, it was once an entire planet bursting with life. The Equestrian race and the other inhabitants of the planet, Novians, coexisted together in peaceful tranquility. Throughout the years the two species would adapt and expand, turning villages into towns, towns to cities, cities to kingdoms. With the Novians vast knowledge of elements  and alternative fuel, and the Equestrians intelligent and superb skills in magic, it seemed that it would be perfect... but like all harmonious times, the destructive flames of war will soon come when unexpected and burn it all to the ground. There was another species among the Equestrians, Novians and Seaquestrians. They were the Centaurs. The Centaur race currently has a very rocky relationship with most of the other races from Equestria, the reason why is because of one single Centaur, Tirek. Many years ago, when he was just an organizer at a scroll store, Tirek had a huge dislike towards the Equestrian race, he hated them because the Centaurs didn't have much land nor much help at all. He thought they were selfish and greedy, hogging all the land for themselves and not leaving any for his people. He studied the arts of Dark Magic along with his brother Scorpan who also shared the same disdain for them as he did,  Once Tirek mastered it he had a battle to the death with the Centauran leader with him being the victor, after he disposed of him he took it upon himself to become the new leader of the Centaurs and wage war on the Equestrians and every other race that dared go against him. The Centaur War was the most brutal war ever, countless soldiers were killed, innocents were slaughtered, and kingdoms had fallen.Scorpan, now seeing the consequences of all of this tried reasoning with him. Feeling betrayed, Tirek murdered him out of anger and continued with his plans. For many, many years the Equestrians and Novians had fought long and hard but it seemed that they had reached a stalemate, they started to lose hope. It wasn''t until Galactus Centauri, a vigilante from the Crystal Empire had stepped in to help. Without knowing it, his kind heart and forgiving nature had revealed the lost element of harmony, Forgiveness. With the power of the 7th element, Galactus, Celestia and the other elements of Harmony had forced the Centaurs into submission. Most of them gave up and surrendered to the Equestrians, but not Tirek. Tirek, along with his minions and followers had disappeared. After they left for the time being, Galactus and Celestia married and had seven beautiful girls which would later on be eight when they adopt a 5 year old Novian orphan named Isis. Things seem to slowly get better for the Equestrians.....until Zecora had a horrifying vision. She had quickly told the king and queen that the planet was slowly dying and forming dangerous volcano's everywhere, the reason being all of the magic Tirek took during the war. She stated that in approximately 7 months the planet would become nothing more than a volcanic wasteland. With no time to lose they informed every citizen and species on Equestria that they will be evacuating the planet. Every spaceship was filled with Equestrians, Novians, the animals that were saved, and even some Centaurs. Galactus thought it would be okay, that they would finally be free from the war, and Tirek. Until he heard that his daughters Pinkie Pie and Sunset Shimmer were kidnapped by the centaur warlord. Galactus and a few soldiers went on a rescue mission to save them, unbeknownst to them that the volcano's were coming toward to where they were. In the end, Galactus, Sunset and Pinkie were the only ones who escaped Tirek. When they had reached their home castle the ships had already left because it turns out that planet's core was ready to burst early. After confronting, and defeating, Tirek once again in the castle, the three had reached to a magic teleportation chamber. There was another chamber on the ship that could teleport them back, but it required a lot of magic to do so. Galactus was heavily injured from his battle with Tirek, he didn't have time to heal because a volcano had formed under the castle and would burst any second. He had to act quick, he only had enough magic to teleport two people. So with every last bit of his magic and energy he teleported a heartbroken Sunset Shimmer and Pinkie Pie back on the ship, leaving him to die as soon as they were gone. Equestria had mourned for it's lost king and their lost home, but soon they would find a new home, with new allies and new foes as well. They would rebuild, adapt, expand and help those in need, just like they did all those years ago.... ANNNND THAT'S MY AU FOLKS!! I HOPE TO DRAW IT REAL SOON! I didn't go into full detail on the history part because I want to keep some things secret for now ;3 I really hope you love it as much as I do!! I poured my heart and soul into this au, it's one of the best creations I've ever made ;v; it felt so good to pour out all of this after keeping it to myself for so many years, especially the ships TwT Feel free to ask questions and tell me what you think! ^O^/

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[davidmann95]

With Action Comics #1000 on the horizon after these upcoming issues guest starring Booster Gold and the Titans of Tomorrow, what are your hopes and speculation about it?

An opportunity for me to simultaneously get hyped about Superman in spite of my better judgement AND almost falling-apart-at-the-seams bitter about almost every aspect of how those in charge of him are handling him? If nothing else, Action Comics #1000 is already a perfect encapsulation of the experience of being a fan of this character.

So look: for the most part, this is going to be a bad comic book. I would not go so far as to say that I’ve made peace with this, but I have accepted it as essentially inevitable. Jurgens and Tomasi have long since demonstrated their utter lack of facility, and Johns and Donner jerking off Christopher Reeve’s ghost for a few more pages, while surely preferable to whatever final Superman Vs. Jor-El showdown we’ll get in the main feature (where we’ll presumably learn how they’ll shuffle away this whole incident into a corner never to be spoken of again, i.e. it’s an imposter, some kind of Manhattan-produced homunculus, he’s sent back to the moment of Krypton’s death, whatever), isn’t exactly anything to write home about either. 

There’s likely other unannounced backup features to come, but given Superman editorial’s incompetency, I doubt they’ll bother going out of their way to recruit much in the way of top talent for this, meaning it’s going to come down to who actively wants the gig that DC’s still on good terms with; I don’t know if Waid or Millar for instance are tight enough with DC at the moment to get it even though they’d surely want it, and while DC’s coaxing Morrison into some main-line projects again, I wouldn’t be surprised if he felt he’s already said everything he could say here elsewhere. Tom King and Mitch Gerads doing something is a maybe since they’ve said they’ll do something during Mister Miracle’s skip month, but that’s in February while this is in March so for all I know the behind-the-scenes timing doesn’t match up. Kurt Busiek’s said he’s done for now with big two superhero work after Batman: Creature of the Night, which concludes that month, so I wouldn’t bet on him getting involved either. I doubt Hickman especially cares enough to throw his hat in the ring, Aaron’s firmly at Marvel, and Ewing and assorted talented parties at DC aren’t considered prestige enough to merit the gig (nor do they get grandfathered in to make up for lacking the necessary profile or ability as with Jurgens or Tomasi).

There is the one good sign that Eddie Berganza mysteriously wasn’t listed as editor on the latest issue of Action Comics, but even if that wasn’t a fluke/him being on vacation/a sign the Superman line is simply being subdivided/etc., I doubt his successor would have the clout to get this properly ready on such short notice. As is, I’m going to guess we’ll get something like: Jurgens, Tomasi, Bogdanovic, and Mahnke doing the big Mr. Oz finale, probably restoring either Conner - who I personally don’t care much about - or the Kents - who I do but think it would be actively damaging to bring back again - to the book. Johns, Donner, and - since I believe this is during Doomsday Clock’s skip month - Frank doing some Reeve nostalgia thingy. Max Landis and either Jock or Ryan Sook doing something, since DC seems to be all aboard for whatever he wants to do with the character given it looks like the American Alien sequel has been greenlit (god knows if we’re getting that Landis or the dude who did that christshit awful Adventures of Superman story with the Joker, but I wouldn’t necessarily be optimistic, and it’s still grating to see an asshole like him get the job regardless of quality). Some old-school Superman creators doing something, but not the ones you’d actually particularly want to see come back for something like this such as Elliot Maggin. Neil Gaiman and somebody, since he’s never done a non-team-up Superman story and he clearly gets the value of doing a notable comics project now and again to remind everyone of his reputation there, though that might just come in a form of one of those essays in the hardcover rather than a proper comic. At least one completely inexcusable inclusion getting in solely as a matter of position, whether it’s DiDio deciding this’d be fun or Goyer deciding to get one last lick in. And maybe, if we’re exceedingly lucky, a King/Gerads story.

In other words, Superman’s 80th anniversary will pretty much be business as usual. 

* A couple moments aside his main comics are going to stay shit, with one of the two teams having recently stated their intent to stay on for 100 issues and the other confirmed to say on at least a little ways past #1000 (at least he should be good in Priest’s Justice League).

* No TV show aside from fuckin’ Krypton if you count that (and I wouldn’t bet on another Supergirl guest spot either, with the surprise actual best Superman actor left in a corner more or less in perpetuity for the sake of studio politics). 

* No video game. 

* His next movie is pretty much completely up in the air aside from rumors about Vaughn, who I don’t think is actually that likely to get the job. 

* The first half of the second animated adaptation of the time he was beaten to death by Bone Hulk drops.

* His most prominent confirmed and semi-confirmed comics projects (with Mark Millar’s Superman mini apparently delayed into 2019, where it’ll do no good at bolstering his profile since that’s Batman’s year, with Batman of course already preparing for his 80th in grand fashion and likely getting his next movie that year) are the most controversial crossover it’s realistically possible for him to be embroiled in with Doomsday Clock, the most controversial creator it’s realistically possible to have working on him in Frank Miller doing the 6th major comics retelling of his origin since the turn of the century, and the coin-flip at best of Landis doing something again.

It won’t last forever - if nothing else, King’s made exceedingly clear he wants to do a Superman project someday - but for now, Superman is not in a very good place, and while surely one or two features in here will at least be pretty solid, Action Comics #1000 is by all appearances not going to even come close to changing that.

[abandonedpie]

im assuming you got some motivation back, seeing the new random mini lil comic thingy thing? ( owo) been a while pie (uwu)

That thing came out of nowhere honestly? I thought of it a little after waking from a dream that indirectly got me thinking about Handplates (and a vague possible UT AU idea? Like most of my other AU ideas it probably won’t go anywhere though). Speaking of that dream, can I just mention it ended by giving me a terrible “moral of the story”? Literally showing me the words “Regret your life choices.” Like. Thanks, brain. Even “Make wiser life choices” would be a better moral. No clue where that came from. Dreams are weird. (Don’t get me started on the dream I had in which a certain Youtuber killed me for an Error plushie.)

BUT ANYWAY, yes, I’ve had some motivation back for a while now! It’s kind of gone up and down a bit, but I’ve been pretty motivated lately. I got further in the final chapter of TSW, worked on a separate fic a little, started another one, aaand started working on something related to TBD that I want to wait to reveal~

…Okay, two TBD-related things, because sometimes when I’m inspired I work on a bunch of stuff at once. Or rather, hop between several different things based on my mood. But I’m hoping the special (and time-consuming!) project I’ve been working on the past few days will be finished around Christmas. I’d love to post it as a gift to my followers, even if it ends up a little late. At the rate it’s going, and taking other things into account, it might not be done until January or February? I hope I finish sooner! And that a lot of you will like it, because a lot of work is going into it, and I’m excited to see it finished!

[cutegirlmayra]

Hey amiga! I was wondering if you could write a Sonic Forces thingy based on your post where Sonic makes the first move in the romantic things instead of Amy ;) Happy writing!

Everyone writes me in spanish, and I don’t know what they’re saying cause I’m a white girl that only knows some sign-language xD But I think amiga means friend, right? Like Amigo? anyway, I looked back at the post (x) and have decided to do different ‘mini-scenes’ where this may happen xD It’s probs AU though, but as always, I’ll do my best to try and stick to In-Character Portrayals of the Sonic Cast :)

(x)

1. hug, 2. flirt, 3. says ‘love’. 4. Anything first.

Prompt:

1.

After defeating a giant robot, and having thought maybe that was the end, Classic and Modern Sonic stare up at the robot, before watching it fall and cause a domino effect on the other robots around it, traveling down for hundreds upon hundreds of miles.

They ‘yahoo’! as Classic Sonic spins up to belly-bump his older self, and then Modern happily turns around to Amy, who sighs and places a hand on her chest in relief.

“We did it…”

“We made it!” In his excitement, and having been secretly worried about her, he lifts her up and spins in the air, embracing her by her waist area before pulling her down and then dashing off to congratulate the others.

She’s a little dizzy and disoriented, but smiles in a humorous matter, dipping her eyelids down. “Hehe~ I knew it.” she gloated slightly, having been suspicious of his behavior before, but was still wobbly from the spinning.

Classic didn’t understand what she meant but tried to catch her as she fell over, also holding her a moment before she caught her bearings.

—-

2.

“There’s no way we can take down that many invasions!”

“Not unless you have someone speedy to accompany you.” Sonic flicks his finger up just by her nose, startling her to moving backwards as he leaned forward to purposefully get her to stop talking and out of the conversation.

He then leans up and thumbs up Tails with a wink. “We’ll get the west-side invasion. You guys head on over to Park Avenue with the new recruit. Shadow? You take your team North. Silver? You’re South-end street. Everyone ready? Break a leg!”

Sonic took off, as Amy was covering her nose in a bit of flustered surprised before he whammed an arm into her to take her with him, making her ‘offph!’ as he went by.

“Hey! What happened to holding me like a lady!?” Amy argued, complaining a bit at how much he’s changed since she last saw him.

“Lady? What lady?” He comically looks around, as if innocent as she starts flailing around.

“Heeeyyy!!!”

“Haha! Hold on, Ames.” He turns her in the right way to hold her bridal style, “Oh, now there’s young woman.” he blinks as he looks directly at her, and then laughs.

“I’m only teasing, Amy.”

She tilts her head, not used to him acting this way, but smiles a little and blushes lightly, laughing a little with him. “Oh, Sonic..~”

—-

3.

“We’re not gonna make it without backup!” Amy ducks, having an explosion going on over the trench she was hiding in, a lower level to the upper ‘no-man’s land’ above them.

Her walkie-talkie spurts some static for a minute as she hits it. “Hello? Anyone copy me?”

“Amy!”

She looks up from the trench and gasps. “Sonic!!!”

Sliding into the trench, he breathes heavily, gripping his chest as Amy drags the rest of him down towards the trenches safety.

They duck their heads as more explosions fly dirt out all over them.

“What on earth are you thinking!?”

“I heard you.” He smiles, panting, and then closing his eyes.

She suddenly realizes…

She looks down at where his hand is.

She removes the hand and holds one over her own mouth, “Oh my gosh! Sonic! You’re hurt!”

“You said you…er… needed backup…” He flinches forward a minute, wincing at the pain from the hit, but lifts a leg up to try and muffle any sound coming out of him.

“You can’t help me like this!”

“Says you…Ah!”

“Sonic!”

“I’m… I’m fine.”

“Why..? You were safer over there.” She looks up from the trench, seeing where the rest of the different teams lay and fought the gunfire.

Sonic pulled her back down, making her startled a second as he strained to speak.

“We’re all…. in this… ack-ssss…… t-together.” he breathed and winched hard, but kept speaking.

“But you got hurt…” Amy teared up, looking into each eye.

“Heh.” he smirked, weakly, before gently moving his hand from gripping her down to moving some hair out of her face, a gentle stroke of genuine care. 

“That’s how.. some people… show their love… Amy.”

Her eyes shook at his words, before he gripped his stomach again, in extreme pain now.

In panic, she removed herself from him and took the walkie-talkie again. “Sonic’s down. Send the little guy in!”

But then the custom character and Classic Sonic swooped into the trench, landing in style as they both looked back up at the trench’s top, glaring from the battle they perfectly evaded to get there.

“Everyone..” Her eyes continued to swell with tears.

Classic Sonic turned to her, winking a reassurance that it would be alright, along the Custom character nodding to her a confident comfort as well.

—

4.

After the battle, Amy held onto Sonic, as they watched the new recruit take down one of the major power towers that Eggman controlled, and converting it to Chaos Energy they could use, meaning they reclaimed some territory.

Classic was by his side, and Sonic figured that was a big help too.

He smiled before leaning his head back to her, frowning deeply that he was useless in this battle.

Though he had fought countless others.

“All seven chaos emeralds… I can finally feel them again.” He closed his eyes, as Amy worriedly looked down, lightly tapping the side of his face.

“Sonic..? Sonic, stay with me! You can’t rest just yet, you just got back! You can’t leave me again!”

She ducked her head, as Sonic opened his eyes, blinking in confusion.

“You act like I’m dying.” Sonic thought her a bit over-dramatic, placing a hand to the side of her face to get her head to go up, off of him. “What’s wrong, Amy..? I’m right here.. I’m not going anywhere.”

He smiled, as Amy continued to cry, making him think she didn’t believe him.

“I believe you, Sonic…” she admitted, as she leaned her head into his soft, gentle stroking before he stopped with his hand, and looked at her a little more concerningly. “I just worry… that if you leave again… you really won’t come back.” She turned back to him, as his eyes scanned hers, and suddenly he leaned up through the pain of his injuries and held her.

Her eyes shook in amazement, before she heard him gently say-

“Never again, Amy… I’m sorry. I’ll never leave you alone, without a hero, again. No one’s getting left behind again. I promise.”

She couldn’t help it, the tears came too fast.

She embraced him and cried, as he closed his eyes and let her release all the feelings she’d held in for so long.

He then turned around to see the Custom Character and Classic Sonic coming up over the hill. Seeing Amy crying in Sonic’s arms, they held back a moment, Custom smiling, thinking it was right to cry over a happy moment of victory, but Classic seemed confused; not sure why his older self wasn’t pushing her away. He leaned forward with his hands on his hips, scrutinizing over the situation and silently judging, though not making it hard to see, his older self.

Sonic just awkwardly smiled at the ‘company’ and then moved Amy away, smiling kindly to her and gesturing to the unwanted eyes.

Amy looked to Sonic and then the crew, before rubbing and wiping her eyes, smiling back, and helping Sonic to his feet.

Letting him lean on her, he happily shared her grin, and turned to the others. “Great work, team. Now… let’s go find the others. Tell them everything.”

They nodded, wanting to share this happy moment with them.

And then-

The earth began to rock.

“Sonic!” Amy held him tightly upwards so he didn’t fall over, still weak, when a robot came bursting from the ground.

“Amy! Look out!” he threw her to the side, as the robot shone a light to detect movement, and seemed to swallow Modern Sonic whole, digging back into the ground.

Amy held out her hand, turning around from where she had fallen, “Soooniiicc!!”

The two went down after him, following Amy into the tunnel below….

(It’s a happy ending, overall >w

[asreoninfusion]

Well, that escalated quickly!! Yesterday was, oh, hey, I’m probably gonna look at going to Kupocon (the next London one in February, Pomingham Palace). Today I am not only definitely going, I am teaming up with @lilly-white to get a table in the artist’s alley with a combined stock of art prints, a collab comic/fanzine, and printed fic collection books.

Subject to change and shit, of course, because it’s still nine months until the con and I am getting so far ahead of myself here it’s ridiculous.

However. With this being a possibility, I thought I’d ask you guys, the readers of my fic, which ones would like to see the most in that sort of short-story-collection book format? What are your faves? Which ones do you think would work best in a collection like that if it goes ahead?

(Bonus question: we’ve been considering doing a comic collab together - my writing, Lilly’s art - and there’s definitely the possibility of picking a oneshot fic I’ve already done and drawing that out. Thoughts/suggestions for any fics you’d like to see/think would work well as a comic are also encouraged!)

The picture I have in my head for these fic collection thingys is very similar to the novel doujinshi produced in Japan. Example: ambrosia does a lot of these. (Although I think normal paperback size/shape for mine, to make printing easier.)

Some further thoughts:

- Nice cover artwork, obviously. (Probably by Lilly since we’re the collab duo on this. x3) Possibility of some illustrations on the inside too.

- Possibility of two or two different collections with a particular pairing or theme.

- Let’s Play is the most popular of my stories by quite a bit, but definitely not the best written. >> Still, it’s not unfeasible I could rework some things (*cough*chaptertwo*cough*) and clean it up and produce that whole fic as it’s own mini chaptered book kind of thing.

- Best fics to include would probably be the ones with a bit of build up, maybe some world building behind them, some different types of scenes like fight scenes or whatever in them. (I’m thinking things like Involuntary and Turn The World in this category.)

- I’m on the fence about Prize, because I thought that one was really solid and definitely has the build up and character interactions, but...

- Possibly going to stay away from the really super kinky ones for the time being. >>;;; (Hence not so sure about Prize. It’s good, but too kinky???)

- Alternatively, fics that people just really like and are too gold not to put in. Cloud Sharing, for example. xD

- Possibility of writing a short mini-fic that will be included in the collection that won’t be available anywhere else.

- Possibility of selling of any leftovers on here for people who couldn’t make it, probably just on a ‘cover the cost of the printing + postage’ basis.

Soooooo. Yeah. This might be a thing. Lemme know what sort of stuff you’d like to see if it does happen???

[tremendousmiraclecherryblossom]

Could we have more Husk x Hilda? I feel like it's been a while and I really love their ship!

O_O …are you serious? Of course! I’d love to! I mean the main thing is the Zoophobia and Hazbin Hotel universes have been completely disconnected but if there’s a demand, then hell I’ll ship it! …still shipping Husk and Charlie a tad though….

Screw it, Mini-comic on the way (hopefully by Friday night)!

I miss drawing husk anyway. Every mini-comic I’ve had planned for him has fit perfectly into the Overtime comic so I keep having to put them on hold until then.

Speaking of which really trying to get Part 2 of that done by April 30th for you all. So mini-comics might come a bit slower (sometimes I finish up mini-comics before leaving work but I’m devoting that time to Overtime Part 2 now)

Also I’m gonna be honest I’m having a ton of fun making the Shadow Day arc thingy. So that might be holding him up a bit. Hopefully I can get the next part of that up before the end of this week too.

Did you submit an ask?

Don’t worry I NEVER delete any asks without getting back to you guys. But I might go a little out of order sometimes. If somebody sends something in that just so happens to relate to a comic I’m already drawing then obviously I’ll respond to their ask with that. And sometimes you guys send in really good stuff but I just can’t come up with a good story right away or I think I don’t know enough about the character (like somebody asked about Tyco) so I put them on hold until I can up with something. And sometimes you guys ask for something I just did (which is totally fine, I’d definitely love to do more Alastor/Niffty/shapeshifting girls night out cuteness) but I like to get to different questions first, so that gets put on hold. Bottom line your asks will be responded too. …eventually.

Anyway Hilda, Husk, Charlie, Angel, Crymini, Niffty, and the little silhouette wolf (that you can barely make out through Angel and Crymini’s hair, literally my biggest hurtle in trying to fit those two in the frame) all belong to @vivziepop. Who I really hope I can thank personally sometime for letting me draw all her characters all the time XD

[january-summers]

Winx Alternative Cannon: Transformations

I've been considering an Alternate take on Winx Club cannon lately, rewatching the show and working on some alterations as a frame work for a alternative telling of the show, not quite a full blown AU, but just some slight differences, like the fandom approved ability for Fairies to access any transformation they've acquired rather than being stuck using the latest one they 'earned.'

And Speaking of the Fairy Transformations: lets talk about them in the Alternative Canon.

Please note the Alternative Canon is more than just: they can swap between transformations they already have whenever they want, some of the requirements, properties and meanings are different and also require universal alterations.

I've also been thinking of making a side blog just for my Winx stuff but I don't know if it would be worth it. All I've really got is the head cannons for the AltCan Winx Club, and the Astr'ix AU that started off as a AltCan Original Transformation....

Where was I? Oh right!

...How do I put things 'under the cut?' cause this a long ass post and I'm so sorry for putting it all over your Dash.

Lets start with the first fairy form:

The 4Kids dub referred to it (and fairy magic as a whole) as Winx, Rai called it Charmix. In AC universe there is no name for it, as the most basic for of fairy, all fairies will achieve this form, so it is typically just referred to as 'fairy transformation.'

In some circles it is (jokingly) nicknamed Basix, these circles are typically multi-formed fairies. E.g. the Winx Club by season seven.

The basic most form of a fairy, the only requirement is to be a 'fairy' and connect with your power. The resulting costume is a combination of a fairy's personal style, and the manifestation of their magic.

Enchantix:

The second (and typically last) form fairies gain, Enchantix is achieved not through the act of sacrifice, but that single instant of clarity when a fairy realises how far she is prepared to go to protect or save others. Though this does typically happen in a moment of actual risk, thus beginning the rumour a fairy had to sacrifice herself for a person from their planet.

Part of the manifestation of this Will to Protect is Fairy Dust, the manifestation of a fairy's magic and their desire to help people, it enables a fairy to dispel dark magic, and in some cases, heal people.

The Enchantix also grants fairies the ability to miniaturise.

Charmix:

At Alfea, many fairies gain their Charmix before their Enchantix, leading to some confusion on the proper progression of transformations. The Charmix is earned by facing yourself and recognising your own weaknesses, accepting yourself and your preparation to change.

The Charmix boosts a Fairies powers when in use and (passively) also allows a fairy to 'collect' transformations and use them at will, rather than being stuck using only the latest transformation a fairy has acquired. (This ability has led to the transformation being called 'A Fairy's favourite type of Charm Bracelet.')

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These three are some of the only fairy forms that require personal reflection, understanding and/or growth, this is also why they have the most deviation in appearance between fairies.

Most other forms are created for specific purposes and tend to be both gifted and some what uniform in appearance.

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Speedix, Tracix, Zoomix:

Another Alfea speciality, the 'Three Wings of Clariel' are gifts given to students of Alfea who have earned both their Enchantix, their Charmix and proven themselves to be potential Guardian Fairies. The Three Wings can, once obtained, be used from any fairy form. They grant the fairy the power to fly faster than any other known wings, to see recent events or past moments of intense emotional impact, and to teleport. The exact range of teleportation differs between fairies but the Zoomix allows instantaneous transport between two worlds, only the more powerful fairies can transport from one end of the known universe to the other in one shot.

The Wings were crafted by Clariel, one of the Founding Fairies of Alfea.

(Alternative Cannon Backstory required:

The wizards of the Black Circle are Fairy Hunters, who rip the wings off of Fairies to steal their powers for themselves. They managed to figure out how to nullify the effects Fairy magic had against them, and so, managed to terrorise the magical universe, until the Earth Fairies figured out how to combat their nullification spell, by altering the fabric of their own magic just enough to get around it. Realising the danger, and unable to create a patch for the spell, the Black Circle waged war on the Earth Fairies, culminating in both sides being imprisoned in time dilation fields.)

Believix:

Believix is the manifestation of the Earth Fairy ability that allows them to over come the Black Circles 'immunity' to Fairy Magic, it is gained by receiving the Blessing of an Earth Fairy. The Winx Club received their Blessing by accident when Earth's Fairy Princess Roxy placed her trust in the Winx Club.

Roxy herself cannot obtain a Believix form because the Believix power already exists with in her, regardless of the transformation she wears. This is why Roxy's basic fairy form and the Winx Club's Believix forms bear a resemblance, in addition to the Believix form taking some of its style cues from Roxy's 'fairy style.'

Lovix/Sophix:

The Lovix and the Sophix are gifts from the Earth Fairies Aurora and Diana, and so contain a trace of Believix, which is why the three outfits appear to be variations of each other.

The Lovix protects the user from freezing temperatures, natural or otherwise, and grants a minor ability of ice while in use. (It should be noted all Fairy Forms protect the Fairy from Cold and Low/Poor Atmosphere to a certain extent, but the Cold Protection of the Lovix is Infinitely Superior.)

Like wise the Sophix protects against humidity and heat, as well a bugs, it gives the wearer an improved connection with the Voice of Nature.

These two forms are two of several Gifts of Magic that exist, several forms of the Lovix and Sophix exist and merely require the Blessing of a Major Fairy of the correct power type.

**Harmonix:

The Harmonix is an underwater form which can be obtained by bonding with a selkie from the fairy's home world. Capable of transitioning between air, land and water, the Harmonix allows fairies to operate at otherwise impossible ocean depths.

When a fairy needs to travel at great speeds, the long train of the skirt and leg ribbons, instantaneously transform into a mermaid tail that can propel the fairy and otherwise unobtainable underwater speeds. (it should also be noted: as an underwater based Form, the Harmonix does not have soled shoes, just pretty leg ribbons.)

**Sirenix:

A transformation that is Exclusive to the Infinite ocean, it enables fairies to swim as fast as their tailed Harmonix forms, and grants them a deeper connection to the oceans of the universe. It requires the Harmonix form and access to the Infinite Ocean to achieve.

Bloomix:

A modern rendition of a more Primal Fairy Form, the Bloomix is granted by receiving a small spark of the Dragon Flame. This form has a higher attack power than any other, but a fairy's healing abilities can be lessened as a result, it is the Warrior form of fairies. The users of this form were, in Daphne's prime, referred to as Nymphs.

Mythix:

The second 'world exclusive' form, It requires a Wand from the Legendarium world to manifest, and can only be used within the world of the Legendarium. It protects users from the Fugue of the Legendrium, a curse which steals Fairy Magic if a Fairy remains in the Legendarium too long.

*Butteflix:

The Blessing of Wild Magic, this form is acquired when a fairy manages to obtain a compatible form of Wild Magic. (Compatible in this case meaning freely given, not stolen for selfish purposes, fairies who have received the Blessing of a Major fairy of Nature are more likely to prove compatible with Wild Magic.)

*Tynix:

'Pocket Dimension' gear, allows a fairy to access world inside pocket dimensions with out suffering the effects of 'pocket distortion,' a magical cousin of the bends which occurs when moving to, from and around in Pocket Dimensions during the initial 24 to 36 hours.

(Granted by a friend of Daphne's who lives in a tiny clam in lack Roccaluce and specialises in dimensional magic. Technically one of the Gifts of Magic.)

Dreamix: ***

Allows Fairies to enter the Dream World, and fight in it. Originally gifted by Morpheus*** (early ssn2) as a one use transformation, recharged and earned ssn8.

Additional notes:

* I must at this point admit I have not finished season seven, I had trouble tracking down the episodes and I just.... oh my goodness.... this season... I have however watch WoW, and enjoyed it as a back to basics, but some of the season was a bit... yeah... (they fairy animal thing was really forced and weird okay, and none/very few of the transformation terms are the same as cannon, why did they even need to visit the mini worlds? I don't know! I'm so confused... I spent most of Nex's screen time yelling 'Who. Are. You?' at the screen even though I know who he is...)

** see Suiseix entry below/right at the end

***(Morpheus was a character in the comics in an alternate introduction to Aisha story, he opened the door for the Winx to enter the world of Dreams to free Aisha from Darkar's nightmare curse thingy.) There are several occasions where a Fairy may use a Transformation she has not yet Earned, or should not be able to wield, by gaining Authorisation from Higher Powers like Morpheus, or The First Fairy Arcadia and her group.

Powers like Fairy Dust and Miniaturisation can be used in forms other than Enchantix but they're less potent/harder to use/require more magic

It should also be noted that 'new' does NOT mean 'more powerful,' but it does mean 'more power.'

Each new transformation increases a Fairies over all power, passively, but the transformations are not inherently more powerful than one or the other.

Presented as Game stats:

Winx Fairy lvl ??

HP: /500 MP: /1,000 Basix: (Passive) +10% MP, +5%HP Enchantix: (Passive) +10% MP, +5%HP, Fairy Dust, Miniaturisation Charmix: (Passive) +10% MP, +5%HP, (Active) 10% Power Boost (all power related stats gain an additional 10% boost when Charmix is in use)

Speedix: (Passive) +5% MP, +1%HP Tracix: (Passive) +5% MP, +1%HP Zoomix: (Passive) +5% MP, +1%HP Believix: (Passive) +10% MP, +5%HP, (Active) Negates 'Immunity:Fairy Magic' Lovix: (Passive) +5% MP, +1%HP, (Active) Negates 'Immunity:Fairy Magic', Negates: Status Effect Tree: Cold, Enable: Ice Affinity – Minor Sophix: (Passive) +5% MP, +1%HP, (Active) Negates 'Immunity:Fairy Magic', Negates: Status Effect: Humidity, Negates: Status Effect: Heat – minor, Immunity: Bugging Me, Enable: Nature Affinity - Minor Harmonix: (Passive) +10% MP, +5%HP, (Active) Immunity: Waterlogged Sirenix: (Passive) +5% MP, +1%HP, (Active) Immunity: Waterlogged, Access: Infinite Ocean Bloomix: (Passive) +10% MP, +5%HP

Mythix: (Passive) +5% MP, +1%HP, (Active) Immunity: Fugue of the Legendarium, Access: The Worlds of the Legendarium

Bloom Level??

HP: /500 ((+37%=185) /685) MP: /1,000 ((+95%=950) /1,950)

Alternative Canon Original Transformations/Variations.

Suiseix/Mizunix:

The temporary fairy transformation powered by the water stars (Bloom must let go of the Dragon Fire completely for the duration of its use or risk the destruction of the universe.)

The 'Water Stars' the Winx collected from the alternate dimension weren't the Actual Water Stars, they're amulets which allow the girls to channel the power of The Water Stars, from their realm into the realm of the Winx, like Bloom does for the Dragon Fire. (Which is why they just so happen to be thematically linked to the six fairies)

Suiseix > Harmonix

This transformation was authorised only once, but once the power of the Water Stars was withdrawn from the amulets, the Winx were allowed to keep a less powerful echo of the form: The Harmonix.

(Entering the Infinite Ocean requires a bonded Selkie to take you (the first time). Serena, Daphne's bonded Selkie was frozen by her gate on Domino. In her ghost form, Daphne was unable to do anything to help her, unsure if she was even still alive within the ice. Using their sisterly bond to create an empathic link, and aided by the Harmonix power of the Winx, they magically pull Serena into Lake Roccaluce where they manage to thaw her using the Dragon Flame and Fairy Dust, and she bonds with Bloom. (Selkie can form multiple bonds, especially if their Bonded is the magical equivalent of a ghost.))

(Suisei: Japanese – the water star / Mizuno: Japanese – of water)

TL;DR ummm.... Fairy Transformations and stuff that I threw the canon out for cause I though it was OP/BS or just kinda bleh?

[naomisakagura]

Styx VS Hellboy

Just a blurb between my friend and myself because it’s fun. It has nudity and violence! Be warned! (Also, this HB is based off of Ron Perlman’s version, not the comics. Sorry. :/)

Chilling out with my friend Shadow, she spoke to me about school and how she was so bad with procrastinating. I had to laugh because I could relate. “Do you need a cheerleader, then? To help encourage you to do some work?” I smirked evilly as a thought came to my mind.

“I would love a cheerleader.” She smiled at me sweetly.

“Okay, let me go get Styx.”

She burst out laughing, “Dude, is he about to be put into a cheerleader outfit?”

“Hell yes…”

Styx was just minding his own damn business when he got dragged out by his ear. “What the fuck?!!”

“I need you to do me a favor.”

Styx pulled away from her and glared, “What kind of favor, and why should I help you?”

“Because you owe me.” I gave him a knowing look and his eyes widened in realization.

“Fuck…” His ears drooped as his face soured.

I smiled cheerily as I wrapped an arm around his shoulders, “Oh come on, it won’t be that bad.”

Next thing the goblin knew, he was walking out in a cheerleader outfit, leaving nothing to the imagination, and a huge ‘S’ on the front.

Shadow looked up and burst out laughing, “I’m sorry dude.” She turned to me, “Thanks, you’re amazing.”

I nodded to her and then turned back to Styx, “Yo, you got pom poms bro, use ‘em.”

Styx grumbled under his breath, and started to slowly move.

His enthusiasm was on par with a chicken wanting to cuddle up with a fox. I decided to rattle his cage some. “I can’t hear you~!” I said in a sing-song voice.

Styx rolled his eyes and got louder, trying to be more enthusiastic about this horrible situation I had put him in.

I smiled, “Good boy.”

Shadow giggled, unable to keep it in.

I sat down beside her and handed her a pink, studded leash, “Here, have his leash. He’s all yours.”

Hellboy, having recently learned how to work a phone, had been texting Shadow back and forth. She sent him a picture of Styx and he got a bright idea in his head. He smirked as he got changed into a mini skirt, belly shirt with a kitten on the front, and grabbed fluffy pom poms to go with. He walked out to where they were at, grinning like an idiot. “Naomi, Naomi, she’s our girl, if she can’t do it, no one can!! Wait, that doesn’t rhyme…” He decides to light up a cuban cigar, nodding at Styx. “Sup? Nice tutu.”

I burst out laughing at his comment. Styx’s skirt did look like a tutu.

Not to be outdone, Styx growled and really got into it, shaking his butt and everything. “You got this! Show that bitch how it’s done Woo woo!” He vigorously shook the pom poms.

Hellboy reached out with his tail, grabbing Styx by the ankle and ripping his legs out from under him. He smirked when the goblin landed flat on his bottom. “Oh, shit. You’re not wearing underwear?”

Styx growled and pounced him. “You fucking bastard! What the fuck are underwear???” He tried to strangle HB with his fluffy pom poms.

Hellboy lifted Styx by the ankle, keeping him well out of striking distance, smirking and casually puffing his cigar. “Feisty one, aren’t you?”

Styx growled and kicked HB hard in the ribs, managing to get free. He flipped back and ripped his outfit off, taking a fighting stance. “Let’s do this.” He didn’t care one bit about fighting naked, this bastard was ganna get it. Plus, he wasn’t above foul play. He smirked.

Hellboy took one last puff from his cigar before causually flicking it to the side, ripping off his own shirt and knee-high stockings. He hesitated only briefly and then tore off the miniskirt as well, shifting into his own fighting stance. His eyes flicked to Styx’s not insubstantial manhood and chuckled. “No need for a measuring stick.”

Styx smirk deepened, “Scared demon? Afraid I’ll tear you in half?” He meant that in more than one way and he knew the demon would pick it up. He charged, tackling HB. They went flying into the wall. Unfortunately, he had forgotten about his pink, studded collar.

Hellboy struggled for a moment to catch hold of the almost supernaturally fast goblin, barely managing to get hold of his collar. He started wailing on him, pounding his face and stomach with his massive, stone hand.

Styx grunted at the barrage. Once he had had enough, he found an opening and head butted the demon. He also dug his nails into the flesh hand. Unfortunately, that didn't warrant release so he used his legs and wraped them around the demon’s body. Once he had a secure grip, he started to lean backwards towards the floor with all his weight. He was hoping he would be able to flip the demon over and off of him.

While his weight alone was insubstantial to budge the massive demon, Styx’s barrage managed to imbalance Hellboy, causing him to topple over right on top of the goblin. HB chuckled heartily, “You alright little guy? We can stop any time.”

Styx growled, then smirked as an idea came to him. He turned over and threw up, causing a clone to form. “Not yet. I’m just getting started.” The clone grabbed at HB while Styx shoved, causing the demon to lift just enough that Styx could get out form underneath him. Though they were mostly evenly matched, HB had weight and height on his side, but at the same time, the goblin, was still faster. He landed a round house to the demon’s face then pinned him, landing his own series of punches to HB’s face.

Startled by the sudden shift in fortunes, HB backed up a couple of steps, shielding his face and trying to regain his balance. He managed to catch one of Styx’s fists, squeezing until he felt the bone begin to crack. He held the goblin at arm’s reach. HB split blood from his mouth and reared back aiming a devastating punch at Styx’s groin.

The clone hit HB from the back, allowing Styx to fight back. He wasn���t going to let this asshole win.

HB grunted, loosening his grip on Styx. He’d forgotten about the little clone. That was going to be trouble. Momentarily dropping the goblin, he whirled on the clone, needing to put it down permanently so he could get it out of the way and focus his full fury on the naked bastard who was, undoubtedly, crumpled and nursing his tender-bits on the ground behind him.

Having forgotten that the two of us were still present, I grew bored with the fight and looked over at Shadow. “Want me to electrocute them?”

“How would you go about doing that?” Shadow looked at me with an eyebrow raised.

“I pre-installed thingies into the floor that can electrocute them. Crispy goblin and demon.”

Shadow laughed her ass off, “Alrighty, go for it. You have the red button of doom, I’m guessing?”

“Hell yes.” I smirked and pressed the red button, causing the floor to light up where the three were fighting. The clone disappeared and the other two got electrocuted.

Hellboy grunted in shock, literally, and stumbled to the ground. Just before blacking out, he aimed one last punch at the prone goblin.

Styx tried valiantly to fight it, but it was a losing battle, and took the hit HB landed before passing out.

“Now we need to take our men and comfort them, yes?”

“I’m sure he’ll love every minute of your massage.”

Shadow laughed out loud and stood up. She walked over to Styx who was starting to wake back up from the shock. “Ooh, baby, are you alright? Your groin took some serious punishment. Let me massage it and make it better.” She smirked and the two disappeared.

I laughed and stood up, about to leave HB to his own devices.

However, he had other ideas in mind. He poked me and gestured to a nice, secluded room with a comfy bed. “Want to, ah, fade to black?”

I laughed and smiled, “Sorry love, but I’m married. Thanks for the show! Tata!” I blew him a kissed and waved as I walked away, leaving HB to stand there slack jawed.

FIN~