#It's more funnier since it'll be right after

[sunlitewhispers]

I'm having a brainrot of one of my hybrid oc having a rivalry with a female yautja, and their petty back n forth vibes like this

And just when the hybrid starts getting a handle of the female... a male yautja joins part of the fray like

[familyvideostevie]

hiiiii can I please have a little birthday blurb with Steve Harrington? very fluffy, just him being the best boyfriend and loving his birthday girl (today is my birthday and I'm a bit lonely 😞)

hello i don't think it is your birthday anymore but i hope you had a nice day in the end!! here is something short and sweet about steve making his way home to you <3 | steve makes his way home to you on your birthday, fluff, fem!reader, 0.7k

"Don't be mad," Steve says as soon as you pick up the phone. "Oh, shit. Happy birthday!"

You laugh because, well, what an absurd thing for him to say. Also, he said happy birthday to you as soon as you woke up this morning. And again after that. And again, when he brought you breakfast in bed. "Okay," you say. "I won't be mad. Can you tell me what I won't be mad about?"

It's a surprise to hear from him. He left pretty early this morning and he's meant to be on his way home after picking up Robin at school because...well, it's your birthday. And while you're not even meant to know that he's gone to get her for a surprise party, Steve has never been good at hiding things from you.

"We're going to be late," he sighs. There's a thud, a sound like he's smacked his fist against something. "My tire popped once we got on 70 so we're still in Ohio."

You twirl the phone cord around your finger. He doesn't sound upset, more annoyed than anything, so you assume he's okay. "So...you're telling me, why?"

It's like you can hear his frown through the phone. "Because by the time we get back, it'll be time for the, uh, thing." He coughs. "And we were supposed to get lunch or whatever you wanted. Since it's your birthday."

"Oh," you say, smiling. "For my surprise party that you told me about? That thing?"

Steve groans. "Yes, that thing. Jesus, it's not my fault you have like, puppy dog eyes or whatever. And you were so sad last week that no one was around to do something! I had to tell you!"

He's right. A quiet birthday is no big deal, not at all. A night in with Steve, dinner and a movie, anything at all, you're grateful for it. But you do like to spend time with your friends and while birthdays and the attention that comes with them make you kind of uncomfortable, it is nice to feel celebrated.

So he caved and told you that there had been a plan in the works for weeks. One that necessitated him driving to Ohio to get Robin.

"Dude, give me a second. I'm on the phone with my girlfriend," you hear Steve say, a little muffled. "The nerve of some people," he says into the receiver to you.

"Don't terrorize the people waiting for the payphone, Steve," you admonish. "Are you guys at a mechanic or something?"

He sighs again. One of the funnier things about Steve is his impatience. He's not rude, exactly, but he likes things to get done and for them to get done right. That's why you're not really bothered about this -- he'll come home to you, your friend in tow, and you'll have a fun night. He's more frustrated with himself than you will ever be.

"Yeah," he says. "Luckily it went flat slow and I pulled off. Should be back on the road soon. If Robin could just pick a snack!" He raises his voice at the end and you think you hear your friend's loud laugh some ways away.

"Don't rush on my account," you tell him. "Drive safe and you'll get here when you get here. And I'll be waiting."

"I just..." Steve sucks on his teeth. "I'm sorry, birthday girl." His voice is softer. "I didn't want you to spend all day waiting around for me."

"You're going to get here," you say. "And you're going to kiss me and take me out for my birthday with all of our friends. And then we'll come home and celebrate just the two of us."

"Are you flirting with me over the phone?" he asks. You can hear his smirk. "That's kind of hot."

Someone says something in the background and Steve harrumphs. "Yeah, yeah, okay. I gotta go," he sighs. "I will see you soon, okay? I love you."

Your stomach flips. It's not the first time he's said it but it's still kind of new and it makes you feel warm all over.

"I love you, too, Steve. Drive safe!" The phone clicks. Yeah, okay, a few hours on your own on your birthday aren't exactly what you wanted, but you didn't lie to Steve. He'll be home in a bit with a hug and many kisses and then you'll go to the roller rink and have a great night. The thought of it makes you smile because no matter how loved you are, it never really gets old.

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[uddermyname]

can we get a top, bottom, switch list? i'm curious to see what dynamics you see with the twst cast.

i just assume them all being roughly 17 that they're all so horny and willing to experiment with anything it doesn't matter. these are high school age boys we're talking about. a hole is a hole. i firmly believe they've all used magic to jerk off till they go blind for the day

ace - my baseline for the cast. the closest to being straight in the entire world. imagines himself topping and daydreams of doing it with a girl but i mean he's likely ended up on the bottom of the ass hierarchy but idk if he'd like it more than topping

deuce - like his mom told him that to get a baby you have sex but i don't think she went into detail so i don't think deuce knows too much. his best trait is his inexperience after all but he still cranks it like a regular boy. he would go for top cuz he doesn't know there's other ways and he can rut someone like a pig but he'd be down for bottoming cuz it's now a challenge. lifts legs spreads ass yelling bring it on before his back gets blown out. he has a slapable ass thank u track club deuce card

trey - a normal guy with a perfectly normal life. he's probs considered the aspect of bottoming but since he's a bit taller and i headcanon less flexible he doesn't think it'll be for him. only if the right guy comes along. i think he's more aware of what he's okay with being the sensible guy so tops more

cater - two older sisters and constantly moving has probably made him a master at the two minute wank. maybe being on his own for the first time has allowed his freak to fly. wants to actually enjoy the act. has tons of colorful toys and good recommendations. likes his hair tugged

riddle - guy is so pent up the second he touched his weewee as a kid his mom scolded him so hard he's certain if he ever saw it erect his mom would cut it off. the kind to hump his pillow and then get an ulcer from hiding it. fandom sees him as a huge bottom which he is but with azul i like to see him be the top simply cuz i make azul the bigger bottom a la bias. the guy's had it rough. let him have a little bussy. as a treat. like. 98% bottom 2% top with azul

leona - probably bottoms more than people think and is a pillow princess about it. either make him cum or leave him alone. if he tops tho you're not walking right. only cool kids can touch it tho

jack - has a knot because yeah. since he's big like trey probs always assumed he'd be on top but i think out of respect he'd let leona and/or ruggie do him

ruggie - i feel it started early. selling his mouth out for food or money and only progressed through school. more of a bottom cuz of it tho i feel might've dreamed of topping leona only to get violently corrected. i thing he'd like to top just a little more but most guys want to be the top so he just bends over and gives you his rates

azul - tho i like bottom azul more than the blue in the sky i will also admit he and the twins are deplorable freaks who have tried every hole, position, and fantasy they could physically get away with. he's slid his mackerel inside which is a pretty high honor tbh. ends up bottoming just cuz he's stretchiest and squishiest and his bussy is top tier. i don't think he's had his virginity since he was 12. would probably love to top riddle tho and show him the joys of the flesh

jade and floyd - puts them together because it's basically the same: whatever gets them the nut. topping is just easier for it but if azul's busy or they're feeling that special brotherly connection only brothers can then someone's gotta bottom

kalim - i feel he just orgies all day every day so something's going in and out from every hole like the dorm bike. topping and bottoming are more like constraints when after all everyone can feel good together

jamil - a guy who wants to top but is made to bottom his entire life his dickus has never once entered another body. it's funnier like that. i bet if he ever did get get the chance he'd automatically get himself ready to bottom cuz of muscle memory. the only guy who offered to bottom for him was azul and his balls shriveled away in protest

epel - wants to top. has not topped. will never top. MAYBE jack, as a present for his birthday i guess but his meat isn't getting past those cheeks. vil f/ucks him daily both physically and mentally to keep him in his place.

rook - my perception of rook was altered thanks to hent/ai so it's more gratifying to see him bottom. like he can probably top easily but there's something fun about making him the prey instead of the predator. would bottom for the beautiful vil and niege

vil - lol sorry pibbles but vil feels funner as a top. commanding others to suck and take it is fun. has trained rook and epel on his dong and many others. tho of course finds no issue with bottoming either just not the 100% uke idea

idia - freakass has ruined every hole with technology and homemade masturbatory aids. his personality is very submissive but he's got a pretty big ego and i feel he'd slip into the protag-he/ntai enthusiast easily and prefer topping but really wants to live out every single nhen/tai comic he has bookmarked which is in the thousands. tops for azul cuz someone has to and that ass is too thick not to

ortho - he can do it all. the tightest snatch reduce your stick to atoms like a coinpresser or a dong wider than a horse's. idk who he'd do it with but he's prepared for every scenario with equal enthusiasm he just likes seeing the other party happy

lilia - has probs done more war crimes and noncons than you think but grandpa's joints are old and prefers bottoming now. feel similar to venti of being a cute femboy but then whips out a massive hog and teaches you a lesson of not underestimating your elders

silver - idk about him much frankly but if hes just going to lay there sleeping then he's just asking for it. sleeping beauty time

sebek - despite his size and strength probably has saved his v-card for malleus and malleus alone in which he will most likely bottom. idk about him either

malleus - has been served v-cards on a silver platter and lilia likely taught him a thing or two but idk if the prince of briar valley's even been the one taken to poundtown. i know leona would want to take him but if yuu asked really nicely i think he'd allow it too

[miyuhpapayuh]

21. Silk.

"I'm so glad you're here. I haven't seen you, since... Gloria left us." The tears start to fall from both of their eyes.

"I... I'm sorry, I packed up and left. I just couldn't stay here." Moving their hands from her face, she lets them swing at their sides.

"I don't blame you, baby doll. We all needed our time— hell, we still need it. I'm just glad that you came to see us. To see me. I missed you terribly."

"I missed you, too. We've got lots to talk about."

"Yes, we do. Rina, dear, will you let us catch up, please?"

"Of course. I'll let you know when lunch is ready." She heads out and closes the door behind herself.

Stevie sits down in the red recliner that sits next to his, sliding her boots off and pulling out the footrest.

"How was your flight?"

"I hate planes and my nerves were shot, but I made it." She sighs. He nods, fiddling with his wedding band.

"Planes are a death machine, I believe. Every time Gloria and I would travel, she made sure to say that on every plane we'd ever gotten on."

"She loved to travel, man. I remember she took me to Puerto Rico with her, one summer. I ate the best food and got the best tan of my life!," she laughs.

"Yeah?, is that when you learned Spanish?" She nods, twiddling her thumbs.

"Mhm. She made sure to drill it in me. I couldn't go to the pool, until I could have a full conversation with her in Spanish."

"You wanna know something?"

"Always."

"I've sat in front of this window for the last three years and hadn't spoken a word to anyone, about anything. I just watched the wind rustle through those red leaves and cry. Gloria knows I hate crying and she left me, anyway." He looks away from her.

"What made you start talking, again?"

"You."

"Me?," her tone full of curiosity. "Why me?"

"I thought about you and how broken up you were. If that fiery old woman meant anything to anyone, it was you. Oh, she loved you with all her heart." He pats her leg. "I just kept seeing your face in my head and I wanted to see you. I don't even think, I realized that you had left. I was numb to everything. But, I'd gotten tired of feeling that way— it was hard, losing her. She'd been my sweetheart for fifty years and she left me."

"I never thought about how hard this was on you. I was being super selfish and I'm sorry."

It stung, watching him tear up over the only woman he'd ever loved.

"No, dear... it's okay,"

"It's not, grandpa. I should've checked on you. You've been without your heart for three years."

The look in her eyes is one he knows, all too well.

"You're in love, aren't you?" She wipes her tears away and pulls her knees up to her chest.

"How'd you know?"

"You've got that look. What's his name?"

"Roderick." He smiles.

"How long has it been?"

"It'll be a year in May."

"Oh, it's still fresh!"

"In the measure of time, yes. But, I feel like I've known him my whole life."

"She's the most amazing girl I've ever met." Aunt Rina, Jade and Stevie's mom, Victoria, who showed up an hour ago with her husband, Gene, swoon as Rod talks about Stevie.

"Where did she find you? Are there more where you came from?" Jade raises an eyebrow in question.

"Unfortunately, I'm one of a kind, and if anybody found anybody, it was me that found her."

"Hm. La perra afortunada." Jade says, gets swatted with the hand towel right after.

"Ouch, ma!"

"Watch your language, in this house. Lo juro, ustedes pierden la cabeza a veces. ¡Jesús!"

"I was just playing!"

"Well, knock it off! Act like the good Lord gave you some sense." Victoria cuts her eyes at her niece, before looking back to Rod. "You wanna tell them the story of how you two met?"

"I'm always up for that.," he chuckles. "Stevie would kill me, if she knew I was telling it, which makes it even funnier. Last year, I was coming from the cafe and I basically wiped her out—" Mateo cackles, loudly. "It's as funny as it sounds, for real. I got off a few jokes about her being as small as she is and she wasn't feelin' it— she laughed, but she wasn't feelin' it— but, I asked for her number and the rest is history, my friends."

"Wow, you got her mean ass to be nice to you? That's wild." Derrick shakes his head. "She used to beat us up."

"Oh, she definitely gave me a run for my money, in the beginning, but mama ain't raise no quitter. I'm built for it."

"Are you?" Gene asks, amusement laced in his tone.

Rod laughs, shaking his head. "I am!"

"You're not," Stevie says, as she steps into the living room with her grandpa. Rod scans her face, frowning at her puffy, red eyes.

"Hey ma, hey dad." She heads over to her parents, kissing their cheeks.

"Hey, honey. You look beautiful."

"That's your twin, I swear." Her grandpa adds.

"They're both gorgeous, so it works." Gene replies.

"Abuelo, I want you to meet my boyfriend, Roderick."

He stands up, standing almost eye-to-eye with the older man, extending his hand.

"It's a pleasure to finally meet you, sir."

"Likewise, son. I've heard a lot about you. You can call me Jorge." Giving his hand a firm shake, he gives him a warm smile.

"Good things, I hope."

"Very good things, son. You've got yourself a dime."

"I'm forever lucky to have found her," he glances at her, watching her blush, profusely.

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After lunch, the photo albums are spread out and everybody's currently ripping into Stevie about how chubby she was.

"Look at those cheeks!" Jade points to a picture of Stevie. She had to be around two or three years old, her curls were tossed all over her head and she was sitting on the lap of her favorite person, her grandma.

"Ugh, I was ugly." She laughs, leaning back into Rod.

"The lies. You were the cutest baby I've ever seen." He rubs her thigh and presses his face against her arm as she sits on his lap.

"Oh, you're a slick one." Aunt Rina points her finger at him, laughing to herself. Stevie playfully rolls her eyes.

"I'm innocent." He winks.

"Mhm. I'm keeping my eye on you." She playfully threatens.

"Ooh, look! I haven't seen these pictures in years!" Jade flips the page and points to the black and white pictures of her grandparents, looking like something straight out of a movie.

"Aw, y'all were sharp! When was this?" Stevie asks her abuelo.

"This was after church, one day. Gloria wanted ice cream really badly, I could never say no to her, so I drove fifteen miles to the nearest parlor and got her, her favorite ice cream. Anybody know what it is?”

"Pistachio!" They all say in unison, laughing.

"Fifteen miles?! That's some love." Derrick shakes his head. "We'd have to go in on gas money, together."

"Oh, brother." Jade says.

"That's a little triflin', don't you think?" Rod asks.

"How?"

"It's fifteen miles. That's not much."

"You'd drive that far for Stevie?" Derrick questions.

Rod laughs. "I'd drive around the world for her."

"You'd never ask for gas money?" Mateo asks.

"Nope. Men don't worry ‘bout things like that. If she offered, it'd be a different story, but I'd never ask and never stress over it."

"You've got you a good one." Uncle Don nods in Stevie's direction.

"I know, right." She cheeses.

The front door opens and closes. "Dad!," a female voice calls out.

"In the kitchen!," he yells back.

"I'm so sorry, I'm late. The traffic out there is terrible—" rounding the corner, Stevie's aunt Isabela and cousin Adrienne walk into the spacious kitchen.

"Stevie, hi!" Her aunt rounds the table and leans down for a hug. "Ugh!, you get prettier, every time I see you."

"Cut it out! How've you been?"

"I've been good— not as good as you, I see." She darts her eyes towards Rod, who's growing used to being the center of attention.

"This is my boyfriend, Rod. Rod, this is my aunt, Isabela." They shake each other's hand.

"It's nice to meet you, dear."

"Nice to meet you, too."

"Adrienne, are you gonna come and speak?"

"She doesn't have to." Stevie says, abruptly. "It's totally fine."

"Hey, everybody....Hey, Stevie." Adrienne replies, sarcastically, moving the phone away from her ear. "So nice of you to join your family, again."

Stevie blinks. Rod wraps an arm around her waist, sensing the hostility in the air. Gene takes a mental note, chuckling to himself.

"My boy," he mumbles to himself.

"Usually, I'd stoop to your pathetic level, but I'm not gonna do it."

"And, why is that?" Adrienne folds her arms across her busty chest.

"Because, you're simply not worth it. Go take your phone call and stop talking to me."

Adrienne stomps away into the living room, leaving Stevie to roll her eyes.

"You two have never gotten along," her grandpa points out. "Why is that?"

"She's rude. It could've been cool, had she not said what she said. That wasn't necessary."

"No, it wasn't. I'm sorry." Isabella apologizes.

"Aren't you tired of apologizing for her behavior? She's too old for that."

Sighing, Stevie excuses herself, heading down the hall to the bathroom.

"I'm gonna kill somebody, before I leave." Washing her hands, she opens the door and comes face to face with Adrienne.

"So... you finally get a man and decide to show your face, huh?" The malice in her voice is as thick as the blood pumping through Stevie's veins.

Blowing out a breath, Stevie walks past her, back down the hallway. Adrienne grabs her wrist and pulls her back. "I'm talking to you."

"Don't touch me." She grits, roughly smacking her hand away.

"What's your problem, bitch?" Stevie's eyes widen at the word that ever so, carelessly flies out of her mouth.

"Excuse me?," Rod comes around the corner and zeroes in on Stevie cracking her knuckles, quickly getting between the two.

"Move, Rod. She wanna call me out of my name! I swear, I'll beat your ass in this house. It's never an issue."

"You talk a lot for someone who hasn't swung yet."

Stevie pushes against her brick wall of a boyfriend, trying to get past him.

"Stevie, what's going on?" Her mom and aunt Isabela come into the hall and throw puzzled glances at each other.

"Adrienne's lost her mind. Calling me a bitch and making comments, like she knows me."

"I do know you! You're a flake! You show up, when it's convenient for you, like now. How long has it been since you've been down here?"

"Convenient for me?," taking all her strength, she moves Rod aside. "I'm not here for me, Adrienne. I'm not here for you. I'm here for my grandpa. I'm here to properly mourn my grandma. I'm here to see my family. I'm not here to get into these stupid ass arguments with you— got me showin' out in here. It's always some bullshit with you, why? Why do you always have to be up my ass? Weren't you the one that went ghost on everybody, after she died? That was you, right?" The hot tears that stream down her face catch her off guard.

"Stevie.," her mom touches her shoulder, making her flinch and rush back into the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind her.

Rod immediately heads towards the door, softly knocking on the old fashioned, wooden door. "Stevie.."

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Victoria asks Adrienne, whose smug grin hasn't faltered.

"Getting her to see that she's the issue. She dipped on us, right? This was hard on everybody and she left."

"Oh, please!," Jade comes in, "you don't remember how you showed your ass, after the funeral? How you left and nobody could find your stupid ass for a week?!"

"Who was talking to you?"

"Who cares? Why won't you take accountability for your own actions? You think abuelo wants to hear you in here bitching about shit that don't concern you? Get you some business and stop bothering Stevie."

Adrienne gets in her face.

"And, if I don't? What are you going to do?"

"Keep it up. You'll definitely find out." Aunt Rina pulls Jade back into the kitchen, while Adrienne is pushed out the front door by her mom.

"Stevie... Please open the door." Rod pleads for the third time, finally hearing the lock click and seeing the door crack open.

Sliding in, he closes the door behind himself and pulls her into a hug, sighing roughly as her raspy sobs break through.

"Shh.... I gotchu."

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After an hour or so, Stevie emerges from the bathroom and heads into the living room, not even caring about her overly puffy eyes.

"I think we should check into our hotel now. Sorry about all of that, earlier.”

"Hotel?," abuelo asks, "you didn't come all this way to stay in a hotel, doll."

"Well, it's not just me, here. I didn't know if it was okay with you, if the both of us stayed."

"You never asked, neither. Your boyfriend is family now. He's just as welcome as you've always been." Him and Rod bump fists, making her crack a smile.

"Really?"

"Do you know how big this house is? Your aunt Rina and her knuckle-headed kids, including Don, stay here from time to time and remember, this was your home, at a point. You stayed here many summers."

"I know, I know."

"I'd be quite offended if you didn't stay."

"Okay, fine! We'll stay, old man."

He laughs.

"Good. You need help getting your bags out of the car?"

"If y'all don't mind," she pokes her lip out, catching her older cousin’s eyes, who blows out a breath.

Rod smiles and kisses her forehead, before leading Derrick outside.

"Come sit, sweetheart."

Plopping down on the soft cushion, Stevie sighs. "Is she still here?"

"No, she left like, an hour ago. Nobody wants to be around that energy for too long." Don answers.

"I'm not apologizing for her, but I am sorry. You didn't deserve that." Jade adds.

"I've been through a lot of things that I haven't deserved. I'm starting to think, that's a part of life." She shrugs.

"Things like what?" Mateo asks.

"You don't wanna know. Trust me."

Stevie watches them come back in, hauling the suitcases inside, head upstairs and into the room. She stands and heads up, sliding away from the doorway as Derrick exits.

"Thanks, D."

"Of course." He pulls her into a side-hug, before walking away.

Stevie walks into the room and looks around, a faint smile gracing her lips.

"This was the room that I used to stay in, when I'd visit in the summer." She giggles at the red floor lamp.

"If there's one thing about my grandma, she never matched when it came to furniture." She walks over to the bed and unzips her suitcase, pulling her clothes out.

Sliding up behind her, Rod wraps her up in his arms. "Are you okay? Truthfully."

"Yeah, I'm okay. I'm still mad at her, but I'm fine." He presses kisses to her cheek.

"Thanks."

"For what?"

"Everything," she turns around in his hold, "I love you."

"I love you, too."

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"I could eat this for the rest of my life." Rod blurts, before eating another spoonful of cremita de maiz, a Puerto Rican version of cream of wheat.

"It's good, huh?" Gene chuckles, biting into his darkened toast. Stevie shakes her head, cutting into her pancakes.

"I don't like cream of wheat, but the sugar and cinnamon is enough for me to not mind it." Aunt Rina pats Rod's shoulders.

"I like him. Keep him."

"I plan on it." Stevie concurs.

"Mornin', mornin'.," Derrick enters the kitchen and grabs a green apple out of the fruit basket on the kitchen table.

"Good morning, man." Him and Rod slap hands.

"Morning.," Stevie scrunches up her face as Derrick kisses her forehead.

"My girlfriend's comin' through, later. I thought I'd be nice and take y'all out. There's this club out in West Hollywood, Silk, that's always jumpin'."

"It'd be fun to let my hair down. I'm up for it! Baby?" She turns to Rod to see how he feels.

"You know I'm with whatever you with, mama."

"It's settled," Derrick announces with a clap of his hands, "y'all better not punk out on me like a couple lames."

"Ain't nobody finna punk out, meathead," she flicks him in the temple.

"You lucky you my cousin, I'd put ya lil ass in a headlock."

"Cut it out, you two," Rina cuts into the pair's back and forth, "y'all are not twelve years old anymore."

"She started it," Derrick pouts.

"I didn't start it. You started it."

"¡Ya!," she nips the impending back and forth in the bud, "Do I have to ground your grown asses??"

"No, tía."

"No, mama." They respond simultaneously. Rod has to chuckle at how quickly she gets the two adults together.

After breakfast, Stevie and Jade are in the living room sprawled out on the sofa, with Rod kicking it on the floor right below Stevie's head.

She gasps seemingly randomly, making Jade look up.

"What's up?"

"I don't have anything to wear tonight! Nothing nice enough to step into a club named Silk at least."

"You know what that means right, cuz? Shopping trip!" She does a little shimmy at the idea of going to the mall. "I hope you grew out of that awkward phase from high school, because you will not be walking in the club with me dressed like Lisa Turtle."

"¡Chíngate!"

That sends Jade into a giggle fit. "I'm just kidding, Alaina." She pinches her cousin's reddened cheek.

"Who the hell is Lisa Turtle?", Rod speaks up, genuinely confused.

"You never watched Saved by the Bell??", Jade asks.

"Do I look like somebody that watched something called Saved by the Bell?", he retorts jokingly.

"Fair," she says with a laugh, "well, my girl just could not dress. Walked out the house looking like the 80's threw up on her every morning. I'm talking big shoulders, loud ass colors and patterns, them big ass bows in her head, mom jeans", she visibly shudders at the memory, "and kitten heels when she was feeling herself, but my boo got it together, though."

"Damn baby girl, you were out here on your Madonna shit?", he ends with a Windex laugh.

"Like a virgin!" Jade sings, falling into another laughing fit at her own antics.

"You can kiss the fattest part of my ass, Jade!" Stevie throws a pillow at her head making her laugh even harder.

"Ehhh, I'll let Rod handle that, babe."

"I need a new goddamn family," Stevie says under her breath, readjusting her position on the couch.

"Oh please, you love us."

"Debatable." Jade's jaw drops, and it's Stevie's turn to laugh. "I'm just kidding, Lorena." She mocks her earlier sentiment.

The rest of the morning is full of more laughter and embarrassing childhood stories.

Around 3pm, the girls decided to make their excursion to the nearby shopping mall, letting the boys play video games on Derrick's PlayStation.

They traversed almost the entire mall looking for the perfect dress for the evening, but nothing was tickling Stevie's fancy.

That was until they came to a boutique at the very end of the mall, Luxe.

The dresses in the window were stunning enough to have them both make their way inside.

They both skim through the racks, loving everything they saw, when Stevie shrieks.

"Girl, what?? You saw a rat?"

"No, fool! I found the perfect look for tonight."

"Let me see it!"

Stevie holds the pale blue 2-piece set against her body.

"Ooh, bitch! That's hella fly. Rod's gonna have a fit!"

"He'll have to deal because I'm getting this."

She finds coordinating platforms and gold jewelry to complete her look.

When they get back home, Rod tries to peek in her bag to see what she bought, but she swats his hand away.

"Move, nosy rosy."

He puts his hand over his heart in fake shock. "I can't see it?"

"You'll see it tonight," she says teasingly, popping up on her tiptoes to reach his lips, pecking them.

"Hey, hey. None of that nasty shit.", Jade pipes up.

"Don't be a hater all your life, boo. There's someone for you, too."

"Piss off!"

"Awww, is the widdle baby upset?", she pinches her cousin's cheek.

"Ay, be nice." Rod quickly swats her backside, making her jump.

"Well, looky looky. Somebody finally got Miss Smart Mouth in check, huh? I like you more and more everyday, Roderick."

"Don't you have anything else to do??", Stevie grumbles, annoyed and slightly embarrassed.

"Nope! I can get on your nerves all day, cuz," Jade says cheerily.

Stevie rolls her eyes, heading upstairs to put away her purchases.

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Later that evening...

Stevie's putting the final touches on her look for the night. Her usual ringlets are bone straight and pulled into a high pony that grazes the top of her behind.

The makeup she wears is subtle with nude, glossed lips, wispy lashes, and matte, bronzed skin. Her legs look a mile long in the gold platforms that complement the gold hardware in her outfit.

Feeling diva-ish from being in the City of Angels, she pops on a pair of slightly oversized, baby blue shades to complete the look.

She pokes her head in Jade's room to see if she's any closer to being ready.

"We have got to cut this out," Stevie remarks as she takes in Jade's outfit for the evening. Same fit in a dark green.

They've been inadvertently dressing similarly since they were young. They always joked they could read each other's minds.

"Ooh, girl, we look cute though! And I love that your extra ass is wearing shades at night. You've come a long way, Turtle."

"Whatever! The boys are waiting. Let's get downstairs."

Walking downstairs arm in arm, Rina spots them first.

"Well, if it isn't the Bobbsey twins! You two look gorgeous."

They graciously thank her in soft voices.

Derrick and Rod look up from their conversation, and Rod feels his throat tighten.

"Damn," he mumbles before thinking.

Derrick, on the other hand, looks like he wants to throw a sheet over them as if they'd just passed out in a Baptist church.

"Yeah, you girls look beautiful. Now go change," he says in all seriousness.

They immediately hit him with the same "you got me fucked up" face.

"You can go somewhere always tryna be somebody daddy. I already have one, and I barely listen to that fool." Stevie's the first one to speak up. Rina has to keep the water she's sipped from spewing all over the counter at her niece's bluntness.

"Mama, you see how short those skirts are!", he resorts to trying to get Rina on his side, "One wrong move, and now I'm fighting every guy in the club."

"Derrick, these girls are grown! Let them be."

"But, ma--"

"That's enough, Derrick. Quieres hijos, tienes que hacerlos."

Derrick mumbles something unintelligible under his breath.

"What was that??"

"Nothing." He can feel the heat from the sandal preparing to meet his face, so he tightens up quickly.

"That's what I thought. Now--" The sound of the doorbell cuts her sentence short, and Derrick pops out of his seat to answer, knowing it's his girl, Roxanne.

He opens the door, and a stunning young woman with a pixie cut, clad in a form fitting, bright red, three piece suit appears.

"Hi, baby." Her voice is soft, almost shy as she greets him, throwing her arms around his neck. The kiss they shared is chaste since his mom is present, but sweet all the same.

"Hey, Miss Rina."

"What's going on, Roxanne? You look beautiful."

The beauty thanks her and they fall into a short conversation.

"Alright, you babies go on and have fun. I know I will," she says slickly, winking at the group.

She gives them all kisses, Rod included, and sends them on their way.

Pulling up to the imposing, brick-faced building, they're faced with a throng of young men and women chomping at the bit to get behind the velvet rope that'll grant them entry to the hottest nightclub in the city where the DJ's selections can be heard down the block.

"I thought clubs back home were hard to get into, but this is something else!", Stevie remarks as she looks at the line of people wrapped around the corner.

"Don't even sweat it, girl. Let's go," Jade responds, and they follow her with confused, yet intrigued looks.

The solid, 6'0 bouncer looks up as he hears the click clack of the girls' heels approaching him.

"'Sup, Jade," the man with intricately braided hair greets her.

"Hey, boo. How you livin'?"

"I'm straight. You know Gin in there asking for you."

"Is he now?"

"Yup. His section's on the second floor. You and your people have a good time." He unclips the rope and allows them through.

"Thanks, babe." She lightly pats his chest as she walks through.

"Damn, cuz," Stevie pipes up as they walk into the building, "you might be too damn cool for me."

"Cut it out. I just know a few people."

"And who the hell is Gin??", Derrick asks after seeing her interaction with the club's bouncer.

"Do not start that shit with me, D. I didn't come here to argue with you. Now I know there's a Cosmo with my name on it. Y'all drinking?"

She receives scattered affirmations, and they head to the bar.

California Love starts playing as Jade leads them to the second level she was directed to earlier, and she, Derrick, and Roxanne immediately start rapping along flawlessly.

Stevie bops along to the infectious rhythm, while Rod looks like the out of place New Yorker he is.

"Bruh, tell me you know this song," Derrick says when he takes in Rod's stiffness.

"Can't say that I do, playa."

Derrick & his sister's jaws both drop at the revelation.

"How do you not know about the goat?! This song is everywhere!", Jade exclaims in disbelief.

"The who??"

"Please don't get him going on this east vs. west shit. We'll be here all night," Stevie intervenes.

"Babe, the goat, though??"

Stevie gives him a look that warns him to quit while he's ahead, which he does.

The music continues with the latest in hip-hop with the drinks that keep flowing.

The girls down shots while rapping to Whatta Man. The tequila runs through their veins and loosens them up.

"What's up, stranger?", a smooth voice sounds, directly behind Jade.

She turns face to face with the handsome gentleman, whose decked out in a lime green, silk Versace blouse with sparkling diamond adornments from his fingers to his ears.

"Hello, Elgin." She remains impassive while the flock of women present look like they want to yank out her hair.

"I've been tryna hit you up all week. When are you gonna stop playing with my heart, gorgeous?"

"When you stop wearing crop tops on the red carpet," her quick wit causes her to blurt out.

Stevie & Roxanne are watching the exchange with their jaws making friends with the floor, as Jade casually brushes off the man whose song is playing in the club as they speak.

He takes the playful dig in stride, and tries persuading her to come with him so they can "talk", which she politely declines.

"I don't think so, pretty boy. I'm here with my people."

"Do not sweat us! We good, boo."

Stevie nods along in agreement. "Yeah, girl. We got them two knuckleheads back there."

Jade shakes her head with a chuckle, turning back to her admirer, who has a smirk on his face.

"You have ten minutes to convince me why I should give you the time of day."

"I don't even need that long, ma." He extends his arm for her to take, and she does, following his lead.

"She something else, isn't she?"

"I need to take a page or two out of her book. Don't tell her I said that, though." The remaining girls share a laugh.

"Ay, why y'all let my sister run off with that negro and his S-Curl?"

"Derrick, relax! She's a smart girl. She's not going anywhere if she doesn't feel safe," Stevie speaks up in defense of her cousin.

"Well, she has 15 minutes to show her face again or I'm setting it off in here."

"Okay, dad, sheesh. We need to get some more liquor in you."

"Yes!" Roxanne agrees wholeheartedly, only her reasons are a bit more...selfish. She knows he'll put a dent in the headboard with the right amount of brown in him.

While her cousin canoodles with an R&B heartthrob, the truth serum running through Stevie's system has her feeling extra touchy with her own.

Nobody serves as the soundtrack while she winds her hips against his, her hands traveling across any part of him they could reach.

She spins herself around to face him, wrapping her arms around his waist.

"You know what I think?", she asks against his lips. Her words are slurred and heavy with lust.

"Hmm?" The Henny has hit him in the best way, and Stevie's hands are sending sparks through his whole being.

"I think," she pauses to kiss his slightly parted mouth, "we should get outta here."

"What about Derrick?", he asks, really only halfway concerned.

"He'll figure it out."

With that, she hooks her finger in the front of his belt buckle and leads him through the crowd of people, outside to the fresh, night air.

They hail the first cab that rolls up to the club, ambling into the backseat. Rod barely gets the address out before she's in his lap sucking and nibbling on the sweet spots of his neck. The poor cab driver simply shakes his head with a chuckle, minding his business.

He has to stop her when her hands get to trying to unbuckle his belt.

"I will fuck you up in the back of this cab, Vie," he warns closely in her ear.

She licks the shell of his ear. "I dare you," she whispers seductively.

"Alright now," the driver sounds from the front, "I don't want you youngins to mess around and catch a charge over some hanky panky. Trust me. Save all that for when you get home."

Listening to the older man, Stevie reluctantly moves herself off Rod's lap, opting to sit closer to her passenger side door. That doesn't stop the sensual, fleeting touches between the two of them.

They nearly run out of the taxi once they reach their destination. Stevie ducks down near several rocks where Rina keeps a spare key hidden underneath one.

It's quiet as a church mouse as they enter, so they try their best to creep to their room undetected.

They're almost successful until Stevie's platforms finally get the better of her, and she loses her balance reaching the top of the stairs.

She squeals in shock, but she's caught by Rod's strong arms before she can hit the ground.

Staring at each other in silence for a moment, Stevie bursts into a fit of giggles, and in his attempt to quiet her down, Rod finds himself laughing too.

"Babe, your aunt is gonna come out here and beat our asses. Shhh." He puts a finger to her lips for emphasis.

She nods as if she agrees, but a few giggles escape her still. So, he scoops her up, carrying her the rest of the way. He uses his foot to close the door as quietly as he can.

Setting her gently on the bed, he takes her ankle in his hand to remove the offending, yet sexy footwear. With her legs gapped, he notices her smooth, glistening womanhood. He shoots her a questioning glance which she responds to with a wink.

Yanking her down to the edge of the bed by her ankle, he pins her legs back into the mattress and latches his lips onto her clit.

Her breathy sighs and gasps have him straining through the thick fabric of his jeans.

She pops the buttons on her top and uses a free hand to roll her nipple between her fingers, increasing the euphoric feelings.

The fact that she's pinned down and essentially forced to take this tongue lashing intensifies the feeling tenfold. Her hands run over his waves. Her almond acrylics running along his scalp send tingles down his spine, and he groans against her.

The familiar coil in her lower stomach tightens, and her thighs begin to quiver signaling her impending release.

She has to throw her hands over her mouth to catch the long moan threatening to fly from her lips. Her nectar flows freely into his eager mouth, but that doesn't stop him from slurping her like she was a glass of ice water in the summer.

Her hands find the top of his head in an attempt to push him away, but he's relentless.

Finally, he pulls away from her over-sensitive bud with an obscene pop, and she closes her legs putting her hands between them.

"Shit," she breathes, trying to bring herself down.

"You tappin' out on me already?", he taunts her. "You was talkin' big shit earlier."

While he's talking he pulls his pants and boxers down to his ankles in one swift motion kicking them off. "Now, put that ass up," he commands, smacking her thigh.

She rolls over, putting a deep arch in her back just how he likes it. He bunches her skirt up around her waist and sinks his entire length into her heat, eliciting a drawn out curse from the both of them simultaneously.

His nails dig into the soft flesh of her hips as he grinds in and out, allowing her to become accustomed to his size.

Not pleased with the low groans that make it past the barrier of her lower lip that's been tucked between her teeth, he takes her ponytail and wraps it around his hand, pulling her flush against his chest.

"Let me hear that shit, princess." He licks the sweet spot near the base of her ear, mimicking her earlier teasing.

His strokes become merciless, filling her to the hilt.

"Oh, fffuck! Baby, you're so fucking deep! Shit!" Her eyes roll to the back of her head while he continues to bring her closer and closer to the edge, his heavy hand coming down on her ass at different intervals.

Her head swims as she teeters back and forth in the space between pleasure and pain.

His hand moves from her hair to her neck, pulling her back up when she slumps forward. He feels her walls pulsate around him, and he knows she's right there.

The combination of his thumb applying the perfect amount of pressure and his filthy words of encouragement in her ear send her gushing all over his length, with his own release following shortly thereafter.

Heavy breathing soon turns into soft snores, as they collapse into the covers.

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The throbbing pain in their heads wake them up, at the same time. By the sheer grace of God, their bodies are covered up with the thick blanket.

Stevie looks around the room, shaking her head at the way their clothes are thrown about.

"Jesus," Rod sits up, looking around as well, slightly laughing to himself.

She glances up at him, giggling as he bends down to smother her with kisses. She playfully pushes him away and jumps up from the bed, in search of his t-shirt.

"I gotta pee.," she grabs the shirt off the floor and yanks it over her head, rushing across the hall to empty her bladder.

After washing her hands, she opens the door and squeals at the sight of Derrick. Thanking God that her shirt comes below her knees, she pushes him out into the hallway.

"You scared me!," she whisper-yells.

"Oh yeah?, you two horny toads scared me, last night!," his volume a little louder than hers, "how am I supposed to keep an eye on you, if you're hailing cabs back here and not telling anybody?!"

"Derrick, you weren't in charge of 'keeping an eye on me'," she laughs. "I'm sorry that I left y'all, last night— wait."

"What?" His voice goes back to normal as her eyes zoom in on the trail of deep red hickeys on his neck.

"You had sex last night, didn't you?"

"Yeah, well, I'm grown." He blinks.

"So am I!," she thumps him in the temple, pushing him out of her way. "Got me feeling bad and shit."

"Well, you should feel bad. You still left me." He turns her back around.

"Mm, right. You were worried about wittle Ol Stevie, while Roxy was chewing on your neck like a piece of candy. Get out my face, boy."

"If you two don't get out this hallway and shut up.," aunt Rina emerges from her room, hair all over her head.

"Sorry.," the speak at once, not taking their eyes off her appearance.

"What?" She asks.

Stevie smirks, crossing her arms. "I guess we're not the only ones who had some fun, last night."

Derrick grimaces at the instant mental pictures, flooding his brain. "Gross. I'm going back to bed." He excuses himself, slamming his door shut.

"Go back to bed, Alaina.," Rina scolds with a laugh.

Stevie slides back into her room, crawling back into bed to cuddle with Rod, whose gaze is on the window, straight ahead.

"Hey," she kisses his shoulder blade.

"Hey.," he nuzzles his chin against her hair. "Thanks for bringing me out here. I enjoyed myself."

"You're officially part of family vacations, now." She laughs. "I told you, they were gonna love you. Hell, they might ship me back to New York and keep you hostage."

"You're corny, vie."

"And, you love me!"

@ghostfacekill-monger @sheabuttahwrites @blackerthings @thegifstories @nahimjustfeelingit-writes @harmshake @honestpreference @cecereads209 @abeautifulmindexposed @mauvecherie-writes

[ayarnofpearls]

Since Alastor is girlie pop:

I needed to draw them bonding and kicking legs together. They are bonding over favorite body disposal methods during a sleep over.

(UH so I'll info dump about these under the cut lmao bc I love talking about death too much. Plus relationship dynamics!)

I need to work on Scurris feet more, because as a squirrel she can totally do shit like this:

And a lot of that has to do with the feet, which is part of why I draw her bare foot a lot. Part of her thing is that she's only really a physical fighter- she does lightly use her magic but girlie has to get good. Meanwhile she's gonna crawl up walls for pouncing advantage.

And yes Alastor still has his monocle on, (Scurri took her glasses off) He...might sleep with it on. I can't decide what'd be funnier. 🤔 this actually might be before this doodle now that I think about it.

@sunstar-of-the-north

I like to think given the time period Alastor knew where the hog farms were for body disposal. There's a bunch of old tales about pigs that they will eat anything in their pen and if a pig tastes human blood you gotta put it down because it'll get aggressive and try to go after people idk about the second one but pigs will absolutely eat humans! A lil prep before hand and well nomnom.

The gator bait is more of a joke because I don't think they are that effective at complete consumption but if he plotted it right he maybe could fool authorities that it was a gator death. Forensics wasn't as good back then.

Dinner is dinner, though it's not said if he was a cannibal in life or if he started in death.

My favorite body disposal method is tossing that body in a hole and planting a tree over it actually but what I mean by fertilizer here is the nitrogen gas frozen body then pulverized version. However composting does yield lovely fertilizer as well.

Aquamation is using water for cremation type effect leaving only bones behind for later powedering in a cremulator.

Funeral pyre is like you think, only instead of the 'viking funeral' which will burn out before cremation it's more of an open air bonfire with the body in the middle. Loved ones or hired people will continually feed the fire until completion. These can be lovely ceremonies as loved ones can bring flowers or other burnable memorabilia to add to the fire.

...

This actually all futher plays into the opposite but complementary nature of Scurri vs Alastor. Alastor of course thinks of the dead in terms of meat vs Scurri thinking of them in terms of meaningful disposition. Design wise I like that they are two sides of the same coin.

Scurri has to be a physical brawler vs Alastors magic allowing him distance in fights, he can dip dive dodge but could you imagine him kicking someone in the face? Highly unlikely. Scurri has to dress for fighting whenever possible and Alastor is afforded his sense of style that would otherwise make fist fighting difficult. Scurri being my self insert would actually like to wear delicate clothing but isn't afforded that luxury yet. Same with her short hair. Her tail is huge weak point I joke with my friends it's a 4 feet long handle attached to her spine so she keeps her hair short, dont need ANOTHER thing for opponents to grab onto. Vs Alastor who if he has a tail it would be comparatively shorter. Fucking try grabbing his tail. You can't because you're dead for trying.

Alastor is a prey animal that has completely overcome his form, Scurri is doing her best okay.

So why do they hang out and eventually become queer platonic partners? They make each other laugh. Yeah Jessica Rabbit said it best. Ace icon she is.

"What do you see in that guy?"

"He makes me laugh."

Anyway this wandered a little from the point BUT I do plan on actually writing a profile. Usually my inserts are just me in hats but I reworked Scurri and then you know, she did kill a guy to go to Hell which (knock on wood) I have most definitely not done. So she's both me and not me. Love that for her.

I have a whole lore background and she doesn't even go to the Hotel until her 3rd year of being in Hell due to finding a found family (tm) and such.

[saintheartwing]

Anyone Remember "Envy" from 2004?

Anyone remember this film?

Yes. That IS a dead horse on top of the car. See, the film is based around Ben Stiller, who's friend and neighbor, Jack Black, is always coming up with get rich quick schemes. One day Jack's character has this great idea, a way to get rid of doggy do by spraying on it and POOF! It dissolves away. "Vapoorize" he calls it. Now, he asks his friend to invest but Ben naturally thinks it's a silly idea.

But the thing is...it works. Like a charm. The spray is a big success. EVERYONE loves it. They go wild over it. It's flying off the shelves. Jack's character is rich. He's practically rebuilt the White House next door to Ben, his kids eat flan for dessert every night, he has his own HORSE. And Jack's stuck making sandpaper in a lousy job with a wife who's like "Why didn't you invest in that idea, we coulda been rich!"

He gets drunk at a bar, and meets Christopher Walken. He's lost his job, he feels like a pathetic excuse of a man, and Walken's like "you gotta shake things up". So...REALLY drunk...Ben gets a bow and arrow set and is firing it off and...well, it looks like he's killed his neighbor's horse, Corky. Woopsy!

So they have to hide the horse. Leading to the ludicrous scene I showed you above. But Ben's still filled up with envy. Even when he says he wants to be a partner with Jack, suggesting travel-size vapoorize since, after all, it'd be a pain to bring a gigantic spray can with you on, say, a plane or train or a car, and he's finally getting some nice money of his own he's still feeling envious...and this is on TOP of Walken blackmailing him cuz now Ben is rich and he ain't got crap even though he helped Ben get rid of the horse.

Eventually Ben and Jack talk things out and things seemed to be worked out. Untiiiiiil...well, there's a big press conference Jack holds to finally address the continued question that pops up in the movie. "Where does the shit go". People keep asking "okay, but where does the poop go when you spray that vapoorize on it"? And he's about to admit it when...

Well, uh...see...the conference is by this beach if I remember right, and guess who floats by juuuuust as people notice? Corky. His horse. Which leads into Corky being examined by a veterinarian because of obvious health reasons. The vet tells them that the horse wasn't killed by Ben firing an arrow...no. It was POISONED. It died because of slow, steady ingestion of a chemical in the air. By itself, the chemical's harmless. BUT when combined with fecal bacteria, it becomes a lethal poison. And that chemical...is the third ingredient in Vapoorize! Meaning that...yes. Vapoorize is actually a ticking time bomb. The more you use it...the more you're exposed to it ALONG with that aforementioned fecal bacteria...eventually it'll kill you. So now it looks like they're all broke. They have to sell their stuff off. And as the two families are watching all their nice stuff be auctioned off, Ben gets an idea when the auctioneer talks about selling some FLAN. The idea being...

Pocket Flan. No spray! No mess! And if you're lactose intolerant, don't worry! They got a soy-based version. Now, who knows if it's gonna be a success but it can't end up going TOO bad for them if they can afford an informercial with a big studio audience at the end of the film bragging about it.

The thing is, this movie has some VERY funny moments in it. And the Vapoorize is sort of actually a good metaphor. He's created something that makes your problems go away. It literally makes shit disappear. It's easy. It's cheap. It's simple.

But it's actually slowly killing you. It's sort of a good metaphor for unchecked capitalism. This film could have been far smarter and funnier than it is. But it's just sort of...teetering on the edge. If anyone else remembers the film, lemme know in the replies.

[walkawaytall]

For the “Fanfic writer ask game”… 🔬and 🌾 ?

Thank you for the questions!

🔬The fic you had to make the most research for?

Oh, Purpose of Heritage for sure. Collateral involved more canon research just because I had never written a Star Wars fic before and really only had movie knowledge (I swore I wasn't going to do a lot of canon research when I set out to write that story, but I can't quit looking things up even if I decide I'm not going to use it), but for PoH I've had to research some canon/planet stuff plus the effects of stimulant withdrawal, the order of military ranks, general first aid stuff, hypothermia treatment, "buddy" blood transfusions, terms for various parts of naval ships since those same terms are used for space ships in the Star Wars universe, what a bunk on a navy ship looks like, and I'm sure there'll be more in the future.

🌾 A fic you really want to write but you haven’t (yet)?

I've technically started this one, but it's way on the backburner so it has all of 600 words written and I'm not actively working on it. I had this AU idea about a universe in which Vader and Leia know how they're related starting when she's like 11. It's supposed to be pretty silly, but it's definitely going to be a multi-chapter, and I can't devote the time to it that I'd prefer to right now because I'm working on other stuff. So, it'll have to wait. But I do plan on writing it!

Also, I don't know if I'll ever do this because I don't really get into any time period past maybe half a decade after ROTJ, but I think the idea of Poe Dameron growing up with Kylo Ren Ben Solo as like the annoying younger honorary cousin he has to play with because he's Auntie Leia's kid and Shara is very insistent that he be nice to him even if the cape is a little off-putting makes their introduction in TFA infinitely funnier and I would love to write a one-shot around that concept.

Fanfic writer ask game

[blackbutlerfandomnerddomain]

Ok, so earlier i was imagining what it would be like if esther was with kalim and Jamil

Hehe kalim and jamils would be so pissed that their kids are dating a vampire

Hcs about esther x kalim x jamil pls?

Oooooo! So I'll do this in two ways so it'll be funnier, one for next gen Jamil and Kalim kid dating Esther and Arie's bitches kid and the other just them

Next Gen:

Jamil was a bit weary since in their culture they have a being that is like a vampire who sucks blood. They're called Pishacha, the story if them is lowkey metal

But Kalim is more than excited since he's besties with Esther, Arie, and Silver already

Like literally-

Literal deja-vu

They're the couple that the parents will take out the wine when hanging out and lament on childhood while talking about their babies' relationship

Arie is now the officially third annoying shit to Jamil

Esther x Kalim x Jamil:

It was right after a party

Technically Kalim and Esther started dating almost right away since they're energies match well and Jamil was lowkey jealous but didn't bother letting it be known since he's still in denial of his crush on Kalim

Then a party Kalim made happened in which both Kalim and Esther kiss Jamil (with permission of course) and boom they're now a throuple

People look at them and are very confused

A few Scarabia souls get scared shitless waking up for water in the middle of the night and sees Esther just there

Kalim really wants to braid Jamil's and Esther's hairs now

Honey Kalim nearly hyperventilated when seeing his babies in beautiful dresses he was so red

All are switches and I will not accept otherwise lol

Diasmonia gets invited to a lot more parties now

Lilia, much like our ship, is very teasey to poor Kalim if he's late and Esther seems full

[clairethecutepup]

Cowboy Bebop: Pudding Problems (Pg. 1)

What happens, when Faye Valentine takes the following note from Angelica Pickles' book: breaking a man through the creation of pudding?

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So, since everyone prefers my comics to have color, I'll be sticking to that from now on. I'll admit, though, I've decided to care a little less about "perfecting" the art and all that, so you'll probably see less perfect (but not lazy) lines now and concern about how body parts look when posed. I mean, if I obsessed over how Spike's hands look, in the first and second panels, then I'd probably never get this page done because I'd worry about his hand holding the pot handle and his spoon-holding meant to be palm-upward. Then again, whatever proves you're not AI, right, instead of constantly having to throw in sketches that prove you drew it?

Also, I still love handwriting the dialogue, instead of using an annoying text tool, and drawing the bubbles in a more (literally) "fitting" manner. I'm also trying to work on using as few panels as possible, to make me feel less PO'd about having to draw pages and then color them. Surprisingly, it seems I can have patience for comics, after all, even with coloring involved. As for the "kitchen" area there, apologies if it's not 100% accurate, I just had trouble finding a reference of the entire area where they cook. I'm not even sure if they actually have a stove/stovetop, as I think I recall Jet cooking with some kind of bowl-thing before...? I dunno, I've just now reached the episode with Ed and I usually see them outside the ship (bounty hunters can't catch crooks when staying onboard).

Now, why exactly would Spike suddenly be Faye's new, personal chef and servant? Well, it's not a broken leg, but it'll probably be funnier when left unsaid... So, take your pick: maybe her gambling habit finally paid off, but with Spike, so he's indebted to her or it's your own best guess.

[quiet-girl-short-stories]

Long Distance

A/N: I have a love hate relationship with this one, so if you wanna skip it, feel free to lol.

Word Count: too long for something this basic

"I hate this fucking room!" Cassie yelled in her apartment as she rested her head on her desk, the screen in front of her was worse, but this was her livelihood after all.

She groaned as she had only been a few sentences from finishing her short story. Ankara's deadlines were looming over her, but if she could just finish this one, she'd be set until she could finish a bigger piece.

Even knowing that, she wasn't finishing this tonight and simply just wanted to sleep, her phone had other plans however.

For the entire day it hadn't gone off but now, in the dead of night, it decided to be functional. Almost lile someone knew she was busy and decided to bother her the second she stopped working.

She checked it without a second thought and saw that her friend, StickySweetBun, had texted her. She knew his real name, but that was much funnier to her.

Despite how funny it may have been, she didn't want to read his message. She honestly wished she hadn't even seen it, because now she would have to respond to him... or at the very least she would feel compelled to respond.

She groaned and thought about how nice her bed would feel, but then again the thought of getting to be held by whoever this was that she was talking to was much more enticing... or at the very least had managed to guilt her into responding. Within seconds of texting him back, he already sent something.

StickySweetBun: You really shouldn't be up rn

"Yeah no shit," she said aloud.

StickySweetBun: But, since you are, I'll only keep you for a bit. I'm really glad you understand how important this is.

NintyAnn: Of course, you help me so of course I'll help you!

StickySweetBun: Thanks! Also, things have really gotten hectic over here, but I'll have some really special news for you really soon 😉

NintyAnn: Or you could just tell me now.

StickySweetBun: Nah, it'll be much better if you have to wait for it 😎

NintyAnn: I guess you know best then

StickySweetBun: Not better than you

Cassie huffed. "But you are insinuating that by not listening to me though."

Cassie got up thinking maybe that was it, but then right as she was about to get into bed she thought about something. It was a struggle, but she picked her phone back up and began to type.

NintyAnn: Oh, I almost forgot. I might not be able to respond to your texts, my parents want me to visit them. My nephew is having his third birthday and his mom really wants all of us to be there.

"Really she just cares entirely too much about shit that doesn't matter and she wants everyone including me, a bitch who could care less if even she dies, to be there." Cassie then got into bed and held her pillow as she thought about having a secure boyfriend who could hold her how she wanted. Man was that a dream.

StickySweetBun: That sounds boring af, but at the same time I know it must really mean a lot to the parents that you're gonna be there, especially for your brother who loves seeing you lol. Though, I know this'll sound kind of strange, but where are you going?

Cassie didn't see any harm in him knowing. Yeah they had been online friends since they were in middle school, but neither one of them had told the other exactly where they live. Safety first.

So she figured even if he knew the place, he wasn't going to find her, plus she didn't live there. She wrote where she was going and after it sent there was a long pause before he finally responded.

StickySweetBun: No way... well hopefully you're not some kind of killer, because I live there too.

NintyAnn: That's... more than coincidence.

StickySweetBun: It must be fate! We should meet up, it'll be during the day in like a mall or something.

Cassie honestly didn't mind this, she'd be catching two birds with one cage if she did this and... getting to see what he looked like was something she needed to do.

NintyAnn: Alright, I think that's a good idea too! When I land there I'll text you and I guess we'll meet up?

StickySweetBun: Yeah, now I'm all anxious 😅 but I'm really really glad we're getting to meet!

NintyAnn: Me too 🤗

Cassie wound up talking to him for about another hour until she couldn't stand to be awake anymore and had to sleep. Though now she felt a bit giddy and felt like sleep would never come.

Cassie got to sleep on the plane and once they landed, she set off to go and meet Amai!

That statement couldn't have been more accurate as she barely got any sleep that night and instead wound up finishing up her story. She wanted to die, but the plane ride was the next morning and there was nothing she could do about being late.

Her mother was with her, however, she didn't know about her meeting up with this guy, Cassie planned ahead of time to lie to her and say that she was just going to look around the town and 'take in all the things she's missed' as if.

The place he picked was crowded as he said, Cassie was familiar with this mall from when she used to live here, but crowded places still weren't for her. She wound up just sitting and staring at her phone for a good thirty minutes until someone came and walked in front of her. She looked up and felt extraordinarily nervous now.

She looked at his shirt and felt herself becoming even more nervous. That's why he approached her.

Whoever this was looked like someone who just jumped out of an anime... no who was crafted by the Gods... no someone who was beyond the textbook definition of perfect!

In a nutshell, this guy was Cassie's type.

"S-sorry, I really didn't know what else to do." She admitted.

"Cassie?" Slowly she nodded. "You know, I figured it was you, but I wasn't sure and I couldn't see your shirt." He sounded pretty much like she didn't expect, and on top of all of that he was tall too?

What are the odds?

"Well, it's a good thing I saw you, I was just about to leave but... wow."

"What?"

"Oh, nothing you're just a lot... shorter than I expected."

Cassie didn't know what to say. "Uh,"

"I don't mean that in a bad way!" Amai tried to back peddle. "It's actually kind of cute." Damn it, don't call me that! "Oh wait I shouldn't say that, because you aren't right?" She gave him an awkward giggle. "But one thing that's true is that you really don't talk too much, I don't mind though. I know I gotta work to make you comfortable from the ground up. Let's talk somewhere else then."

Cassie went with Amai and learned pretty much everything she knew about him all over again, a part of her did want to stop and tell him this, but if she didn't say that stuff when she was texting him why would it be any different now?

Though the day was ending and Cassie had to get back to the hotel her and her mother were staying in. Amai walked with her and kept talking even past that point.

"You know, I really didn't think our online conversations would be pretty much the same as the real life ones."

"What do you mean?" She asked.

"Well, you sounded like you'd be more willing to shut me up if I said anything stupid, but you're really nice and just let me go on and on."

"You're not talking that much," she began, "Besides, I really like to listen more than anything."

"Yeah, but I like listening to you too. You're so interesting! Even in person. You know most people don't live up to their online selves, but you do in so many ways."

He stopped and faced her. "Alright, I really don't want to leave, this is the most fun I've had in this town in a long time." Amai explained with a soft chuckle.

She wanted to ask what he meant by that, but she kept it to herself and just thanked him before seeing that they were getting close to the hotel.

"Honestly, same." They shared in a laugh together. "But are you gonna be alright getting home?"

"Oh yeah, I'll just call an Uber or something," he said.

"Well, be careful either way."

He chuckled. "I know, stuff like that is scary for guys too, but I think I can handle someone if they try anything." Not think, you CAN with the body I see. "But either way, if you're leaving soon, I guess we'll just go back to texting huh?"

"Yeah... but we'll get to be close friends who meet up everyday soon!" I mean, maybe not everyday since that sounds like a headache.

Amai smiled at her. "Yeah... that sounds really perfect, but, you sleep alright okay?"

She returned the smile. "I'll try, but you know me."

Amai laughed before he took out his phone once more. Once he did, Cassie made a mad dash to get to the hotel and inside of the lobby she caught her breath. She didn't care that the man behind the desk was staring at her, she calmed down and stood up.

"You try hanging out with someone who looks like they could be a God all day." She mumbled under her breath.

He gave her a look, but said nothing as she went up to go to her room.

...

"Cassie?" Her mother spoke. "You've looked so sad since we had to leave, what's wrong?"

A few days went by and the birthday party was finally over with. Cassie and her mother were going back home and Cassie couldn't believe she wasn't taking someone back home with her. She sighed nearly the entire time once they were going back.

Though she did enjoy her time with Amai in person, she found herself thinking about all the hassle she has back there, maybe having one less person wouldn't be so bad.

"It's nothing. I just really like to go places and I always get like this when we gotta go back to normal." Cassie knew her mother didn't believe that bold face lie, but they were on a plane, what was she gonna do?

Cassie looked out the window and thought about nothing for a bit until she heard a voice speaking to her mother. Cassie's head nearly snapped off her neck as she turned to look and there she saw Amai! When their eyes met, Amai spoke to her.

"Surprise!" What? "I saw you in the airport and I was gonna ask where you were headed, but then you boarded the same plane I was!"

Cassie just stared at him, but she managed one thing: "Why?"

"Oh, I was keeping it from you since I know you're into boy bands and stuff, but I've been training to be an idol and officially I'm debuting this year! So now, we can start this friendship off right!"

Cassie felt like he was lying, but by the look on his face she could tell he wasn't. She didn't know what to do now; her face smiled, but her brain stopped working all together.

[daisies-and-one-lullaby]

Fingers crossed that it'll actually be the shopping trip chapter in that episode 🤞🤞 I'm a huge intermission chapter fan, couldn't resist hopping on this post :3

Seeing this chapter on screen would be a HUGE first for all the kuro anime adaptations imo. There isn't a single intermission chapter that's animated. Not one and it's awful. It's probably difficult to include one in a season (and even more so in the runtime of a movie), since putting it in the first ep could break the flow of the anime, and putting it last is 'unnecassary' effort when they don't even know if the next arc will ever get animated... maybe this could mean there's hope for an emerald witch season?

Even if there's no deep meaning behind a studio finally adapting an intermission chapter, it does wonders for the characters. Some of them (like this one) are great moments for us to see how they act during "downtime" when they aren't in the middle of an arc and there's no attack on the manor/they aren't working in the panels we see them in. The anime adaptations already tend to leave out some small moments that aren't essential and it usually results in less fluffy animated Agni Soma and Lizzy moments. And we missed sooo many of these in the anime already. Aaaall those low-stakes sweet moments and gag.

- After the Red Butler arc, there's the hunting chapter. We missed Francis' introduction, the first look at what her character is like, Ciel acting selfless/having no regard for his life when it comes to Lizzy, Sebastian knocking Ciel's "i-cant-lose" attitude down a peg (makes it funnier when Ciel says he would enjoy seeing Sebastian lose in the curry arc), and it's actually important-ish to the Campania arc that Ciel already gains Francis' respect here.

- After the Indian Butler arc, we have lots of Agni-Sebastian gag moments, when Agni tries to turn himself in to the visiting police, which would incriminate the Phantomhive household in the process. We see Agni share some kind moments with the servants, a sweet interaction with Bard, some hints about Finny's past, and how Mey-Rin treasures the glasses she received from her young master.

- After the Circus arc, we (again) miss some Phantomhive servants moments, then I think it's Nina' first(?) appearance. Lots of gag centered around preventing Lizzy from seeing the mark on Ciel's back, her first meeting with Soma and Agni. Ciel completely spaced out for most of this chapter, this isn't even irrelevant to the main story, since this is right after the circus arc ... and some fluff when he falls asleep with his three guests there.

- No whole intermission chapter between the Murder arc and the Campania arc, but Snake's introduction to the household is completely left out, his nervousness (and some Snake moments in the Campania movie too), small Ciel-Lizzy interaction, and Ciel looking out the window at iirc Finny and Snake running outside which is a bit similar to his childhood flashbacks and he's thinking of reviving the dead in that scene.

- After the Campania arc. THE EASTER CHAPTER. Soo many panels with all those recurring characters and we miss all of them in the anime. That chapter is one of my personal favorites (mostly cuz I think if Grey won he finally coulda dueled Lizzy). The origin of the chicken, more Nina, more Edward, more Phantomhive fam, more double Charles. And ofc big weighty Lizzy stuff and more sweet Soma and Agni moments, not deeming those important enough and leaving them out is just par for the course with the anime. Those two were sooo relieved right after Ciel pulled that nasty prank, they care for his health so much. Lizzy Soma and Agni are such sources of pure sunshine in some of the older chapters that it's going to feel a lot less jarring in the anime when they aren't that anymore.

All that to say that it's big if we finally get an animated intermission chapter! Fingers crossed for clown Seb next week :))

(might edit this later with some manga pics from pc)

Damn the new episode was great. I can’t believe the arc is over!!

I love how they did the part where Seb realizes he has to protect Ciel or UT may snatch him

And seeing Bard (even just for a moment) was nice…!

I’m pretty sure the last episode will be the shopping trip!!!

It means we may see Agni again!

and Bard, ofc!

[eldritch-spouse]

How, what's the best word for it? Confused, yeah let's go with that

How confused would be the clergymen with a monster, that has barely any human heritage, who treats humans with kindness and respect. Who would be absolutely disgusted with what the clergy does?

Although I guess that's Breg already.

[So essentially, a reaction to Breg? Sure.]

How they view Breg's demeanor towards humans

Morell will never really respect humans and shares no particular opinion on the monsters who are especially fond of them. They're exceptionally good prey however, no one can convince him otherwise. From what he's been told of breeders, it's odd that they'd even pay any mind to humans at all. Aren't they incompatible or something? Breg just twists his head is knots, but it'll be fine as long as the guy doesn't try to get in the way of his job.

Gallon finds it so amusing. The guy treats humans like they're innocent, wonderful little creatures. Clever as he is, Gallon reads into Breg's demeanor enough to know something's amiss in his thought process. Something must have happened to have him behave this way. Tsk tsk. It's an erroneous form of thought, humans are usually not to be trusted at all, Breg might learn that soon enough.

Vinnel might make it a game out of scandalizing the breeder. Uhuhu- What an idiot! Awwwe, someone's messing with the precious little meat bags, what a shame... He genuinely thinks Breg needs a wake up call, but wouldn't it be funnier to make him hurt humans by feeding him misleading information? Oh yeah, humans love it when you twist their arm like this, just try it!

Nebul knows better. Breg doesn't care for humans, he cares for an ideal version of them he's actively projecting. It's very rich to have the breeder express disgust, when really, he'd hardly any better himself. Does he actually respect them or does he coo at the like a lunatic at a pet store? Him and the wraith are not so different after all... That being said, Breg stinks of unresolved trauma and Nebul really wants to poke around in his brain.

Santi finds it really odd that, again, a breeding-oriented monster, would grow enamored with a race that he can't impregnate. It's fascinating, if not a bit funny. He feels a small degree of empathy for the monster, since he's not really that gung-ho on torture, but he also doesn't really care about human suffering. Or most suffering. He's from Hell, after all. Part of him thinks Breg is really juvenile in that aspect.

Grimbly is mildly put off by Breg. And, as such, he's going to be a manipulative little snake and say he doesn't hurt anyone. How could he? He's just a tiny little monster, can't you see? He's just a waiter! He definitely laughs about Breg fanboying over humans behind the breeder's back, it's ridiculous how delusional the breeder is.

Patches, putting aside his fervent desire to study a race so close to the siadar, would expend a bit of effort trying to temper Breg's human mania. He was once human before. Humans killed him, Breg. He was put on a guillotine for stepping out of line and learning things he shouldn't. Humans aren't fair or perfect and innocent, they're just as rotten as anybody else, the breeder is a total fool to think otherwise. Cracking that illusion could do more harm than good however, the dullahan is aware of such.

Fank-e also loves humans, so he can relate to Breg on that. They're just neat, right? Though, there's so many of them, lol who cares if his coworkers mess with a few? Come on Breg, there's so many humans out there, don't be selfish! >:[

Sybastian regards Breg in the same way he would a madman, with great distance and watchful eyes. The human fetish is odd, they're clearly meant to be prey, it makes no sense to defy instincts and revere them. For no reason. That's not what he's most concerned about however, the mimic can scent the constant anxiety wafting off this monster, like a barely-controlled frothing dog, and he does not enjoy it at all.

Ludwig thinks it's definitely anomalous of Breg to have such a rose-tinted lens, but ultimately, it's harmless. And that's a lot better than whatever's going on inside The Clergy's walls. In fact, to make up for the atrocities of this establishment, the world needs a lot more monsters like the breeder. Lud will actively encourage Breg's view on humanity and tell him to keep staying far, far away from The Clergy. It's poison.

Belo's not built to pass judgement here. Lessers are creations. What his god does with lessers is correct and allowed, therefore, what his coworkers, operating under Krulu, do with humans is not to be reprimanded either. He doesn't care about Breg's "disgust" towards what is done here, and finds it insulting that he would question the siadar. Clearly, this one is just as much of a filthy good for nothing heretical as the rest of the populous these days...

Krulu is both furious and very intrigued. Breeders are a type of monster he wishes to examine and pick apart further, mostly due to their seemingly unexplained ability to retain siadar genome throughout ages, their cross-species reproduction is fascinating! To see Breg waste it all on lessers, the horrifically flawed poster children of his kin, is enraging in indescribable ways. Breg better stay far away, because he'll never be the same if Krulu ever gets their charred claws on him...

[mooshs-crack-headcanons]

Air hiking and Vergil, an essay.

(with headcanon and canon evidence)

But no, like the fact that every fucking playable character has fucking air hike or at least some kind of their own version of it except Vergil is so fucking hilarious to me.

See we got the demons/demon hybrids that have the actual move air hike itself:

Dante

Nero (though I'd imagine it took him just a little while to get use to and it only did unlock when his arm awakened)

Trish

Lucia

Then we have the human(ish* in V's case) characters that have their own creative license to have their own version of the move:

Lady, who used the Kalina Ann to launch herself up further into the air.

V, who simply just uses Griffon to leap up and glide up in the air to go where he needs to go/get him out of a pinchful situation, he's fragile afterall.

Then there's Vergil

He can't double jump. He can't air hike. The closest thing he's got is his version of Trick, which can be very limited and very different compared to Dante's version of Trick, he can trick up but that's not going to get him very for if there's nothing for him to focus on (enemy to lock on to) so that makes Vergil completely miserable when it comes to platforming look at the entirety of dmc 3 SE at that, no longer Dante got to the top of the tower before he did it must have taken Vergil forever to platform his way up (I'm going to say the portal cutting wasn't a trick in Vergil's arsenal until after his time in hell, mostly bc its funnier that way to think about that way)

And since every demon/hybrid playable in the series has air hike I'm going to headcanon it's a very common skill for demons to learn when their younger. Like when they're tiny demonlings and their parents teach them how to hunt, protect territory and stuff, the basics that's like one of the very first things their taught.

So I'd like to imagine Sparda, very excited now the Eva has finally let go of the reigns a bit and is allowing Sparda to begin teaching the twins demon stuff, just launching baby Dante and Vergil up into the air and catching them over and over in hopes that inner demonic instinct will kick in to become airborne just a bit longer where their inner energy, what's at the center of their core and powers all their demonic flood and will be the same source of their future trigger,, will spark into that pentagramic shape underneath and give them that boost.

Dante picks it up also immediately, only with a few throws the baby is a giggling mess as the moment his father throws him up he only springs up himself higher than his father throws him in a flash of red sparks coming underneath him almost trampoline like.

Vergil, however, doesn't. It's odd, given future context with just how quickly Vergil picks up new things: look at how quickly he mastered Beowulf given the fact he only used it in one canonical fight and only gotten it not linger before that said fight. Or look how quickly he master his Sin devil trigger and his doppelgänger - both skills I'm very sure came to him post V's return or else we would've seen at least traces of them in earlier fights. But no matter how many times Sparda throws his eldest it just never clicks. Eva has to convince her husband to eventually stop because it's clear for some reason it isn't going to happen right now, maybe it'll come to him eventually later when he grows up more - but it never does. And maybe this is also like a motivated of sorts, even when he was younger, to learn everything else as best and with as much mastery as possible because of the fact his air hike skill never came to him.

I like to imagine air hiking is supposed to be something young demons are supposed to learn before they hit a certain age range (Nero I want to mention is a special case given how I general his power sprung late but even there air hike came natural to him after awhile) like how talking/some form of communication usually is for humans, afterall air hiking intended in nature(? Hell is this case) is a skill for avoiding/dodging/ in combat - survival - or used for moving and maneuvering around the demon world's vastly different landscapes. So it's kind of hard for a demon once they hit a certain age and they've somehow missed the learning period to learn such a skill and Vergil a man, even though in human years, is now in his mid 40's if he couldn't learn it when he was 19 he's surely going to have an impossible time learning it now.

However I don't think to him now it means as much, he has other alternative means and battle skills that can help him out to be extremely deadly without the skill - post dmc 3 - his version of Trick is more faster than it ever was, while Dante's Trick relies more on teleportation methods Vergil's works by nothing but pure speed.

Yes, his tick up/trick down/trick sides are nothing but him moving extremely, extremely fast. Have you ever wondered how the fuck his judgment cuts work? It's him just him moving so inhumanly fast you can't even see him move and actually cut into anything. One of Vergil's most key skills is: The. Fucker. Is. Fast. DMD Vergil in my eyes is the canon Vergil when it comes to his strength, how he fights, ect and the trick to fight Vergil ESPECIALLY in dmc 5 is overspeed the fucker before he outspeeds you; and he will, the moment you make one slip up or look away, fucking disintegrate your health bar before you even realize what the fuck happened.

The motivated fucker is overpowered, as a boss, as a playable character, we all know this. And I like to think in universe, the goddess of Time or whatever deity that oversees Vergil fucking KNEW and was like... "OK we need to nerf this bitch at least a little bit." Because imagine a universe if Vergil had air hike. Imagine. Literally there would be not a single fucking thing wrong with his play style, it would just be: push buttons to win.

Damage? What's that?

when I CAN FUCKING VERTICAL SLASH, TRICK UP, LUNAR PHASE, AND FUCKING AIRHIKE THEN REPEAT??? GROUND??? WHAT'S FUCKING THAT???? OH WHAT I'M FUCKING ANNIHILATING YOUR FUCKING ASS ON WITH STARFALL???????

*clears throat*

Maybe for the sake of balance, gameplay sake, it's for the best Vergil doesn't have air hike.

....but imagine in a hypothetical dmc 6 he did though.

[pochapal]

Oh here's a fun question - since you already know Beatrice has sprites, when do you think we'll see those sprites in the game? At what point, and in what context, will the Golden Witch make her first full appearance? I'd love either serious thoughts or wild guesses (or both)

i feel like the obvious answer here is after the final epitaph murders are done with for the "witch revives and none will survive" stanza. like idk. battler's freaking out because everybody is Fucking Dead and then beatrice manifests and is like "yeah i'm responsible for a good half of these murders lol sucks to suck" except she'll say it in a much more enigmatic occult witch way.

idk if she'll have like any kind of pretense or it'll just be mask-off slaughter or even if she'll Actually Interact with battler/the narrative. it might be we only see her when she kills people. i'm guessing maybe it'll be a no filter fury going by the blaringly obvious beatrice sprite that literally serves as the umineko project desktop icon.

(exhibit a)

idk how Beatrice In The Flesh will differentiate from Beatrice The Myth because a lot of what we know about beatrice is like. secondhand information from sources like kinzo and shannon and maria? like maybe she's not this ornate riddler type that needs to be enticed with elegant puzzles and summoning rituals but actually just some feral id driven beast who is only interested in killing and maiming and torture and violence and nothing else.

(this does make the context of her and kinzo's original bargain funnier if kinzo's out there leching and demanding gold and wealth and power and beatrice is literally over there with the prerequisite blood sacrifice offered to her in tribute like

and then he still falls head over heels obsessively in love with her anyway.)

like. it'll be interesting to see this in the context of umineko's motif of truths obfuscated through metaphor and fantasy and fictions. i guess Almost in a shannon/sayo type situation there'll be this idea of Beatrice/Beatrice. like what part of beatrice is the actual thing versus what is just an idea someone made up about her.

in that case...maybe we won't see her for quite a while then? depends on how important seeing beyond the beatrice myth is to the story, if the golden witch is a plot device or a character in her own right. like we’ll definitely see her victory gloating/feasting on the ruins of the ushiromiya family at some point but i think if she’s gonna have a Role in the story that won’t be until the meta stuff really kicks in if it’s going to kick in like i think it will.

as to what that would entail i have no clue at this stage. all i know of beatrice is what is presented through very biased filtered accounts that serve as a mirror to the storyteller’s desires more than anything else, and i don’t think that’s enough to go off to make a confident prediction like that.

either way i will be keenly anticipating The Manifestation Of Beatrice even if i am clueless as to what it will look like and what it will mean at this current moment in time.

[pisoprano]

Today on Author's Commentary, our first topic is

WHY GABE?

WHY DID YOU DESIGN YOUR OFFICE LIKE THIS?????

This post popped just up again in my feed and it sums up many of my grievances with the ridiculous design of Gabriel's atelier (we really had no idea what we were getting into when this room first showed up in The Bubbler and we all thought it was just Nathalie's boring office) and I might need to rant more about this on my own time, but for now let us talk about the things that make drawing this space a nightmare.

First, the checkerboard floor. I'm lucky enough that I've got a checkerboard filter in my image editing program, but figuring out how to edit that it look like an actual floor angled the right way was extremely annoying.

Next, I know that this catwalk can be used as a table (see here):

but if they're sitting here, they both have to be sitting on their knees on the glass protrusion around it since it appears to be a bench (not to be confused with the seating around the outside of the U-ditch that was formerly hot pink) (see what Nathalie seems to be sitting on here):

I only noticed this after drawing the picture of Nathalie and Kagami sitting across from one another and I didn't want to go back and fix it. So I probably blocked the whole scene wrong but I have elected to not care since this is the stupidest room in the entire show and it deserves to be wrong.

(Also, if anyone was wondering, there are a bunch of Find Adrien advertisements on the catwalk, with a particularly large billboard being close to where Kagami was sitting so that it'd block her peripheral vision of Gabe hiding in his secret elevator).

Speaking of Gabe hiding in his elevator, I'm not sure if he's programmed the thing to be able to stop in place or if he's just pushing against the sides of the tube with his legs to keep him in place, but the latter does sound like the funnier option so let's go with that.

And another GabeFail headcanon that doesn't really affect anything: if you squint to read the 'ransom note' he sent to the Find Adrien inbox for Nathalie to read, he claims that the kidnapper will "unalive" Adrien--this is because "kill" appearing anywhere in the email makes the system flag it as junk and it'll get automatically filtered out. Gabe doesn't know how to fix this, so he had to use "unalive" as a work around. Also, the dummy email that he's sending from is "villain@dummy.com" because I thought it'd be funny.

On a completely unrelated note: I feel weird about Kagami just happening to have her notebook in this scene, but seeing as she keeps it in her jacket while she's fencing in the actual show, it might not be too out there (how her notebook even fits in her jacket is a separate issue). I did consider having her akumatized object being something else than her dried rose (since the show has demonstrated that the same akuma isn't always consistent about this), but when I went back and reviewed the Oni-Chan footage, I realized that I'd forgotten that her viney sword was literally that rose and changing it would mean figuring out how to turn a different object into a sword.

A part of me wishes I'd just come up with a completely new design for this akuma like I’d originally thought (I only got as far as a name: Hedatari-San, in reference to the concept of 'hedatari', which the internet tells me means a gap, distance, or estrangement), but the fact that Kagami previously had the ability to find someone while she was Oni-Chan made me scrap that line of thinking and just use that akuma form. That being said, I've since discovered just how annoying Oni-Chan's design is to draw, so I'm still regretting my life choices, but it's officially too late to change things now.

Part 23. Contracted Liberation

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Gabriel bangs his fists against the wall.

Gabriel: Nothing.  No sign of Adrien.  No leads.  And my arsenal of tools is completely ineffective.  My thumb on the mayor to control the police's search?  Marketing initiatives backed by a global brand?  The powers of the most feared supervillain in the world?  All useless!  And just to twist the knife, my akumas have started dying before they can evilize anyone!

Nathalie interlaces her fingers and looks away, in thought.

Nathalie (internally): It sounds like Catwalker has been using his Cataclysm preemptively.  Best not to point that out to Gabriel right now, though.  We shouldn't target Catwalker so soon after my truce with him and Ladybug.  Even if the heroes don't know how to contact Adrien, remaining cordial with them may open doors later on.

Nathalie points outward.

Nathalie (aloud): It's possible that the police who have been investigating Adrien's disappearance have been nearby often enough that they're shooting akumas on sight.  Perhaps you should consider going back to akumatizing those without any connection to Adrien?

Closeup of Gabriel gnashing his teeth.

Gabriel: Unacceptable!  I must find my son!

As Gabriel continues to bash against the wall, Nathalie comes up behind him.

Nathalie: If Adrien has any sort of agency right now, he might see all the akumas targeting him as a reason to stay in hiding.  Let up on that and he might consider Paris safe enough to come home.

Gabriel flings out his arm dramatically as a vein pulses in his forehead.

Gabriel: And if it wasn’t his choice?  Stopping my pursuit for even a moment could result in him slipping through my fingers permanently!  I will only stop using my akumas to search for my son when he is back under my roof where he belongs!

Nathalie puts her cellphone up to her ear.

Nathalie: Very well.  I'll make some calls.  If you need an akuma who is upset about Adrien, we can make one...

Nathalie (internally): One who will keep you busy until I figure out what to do next.

Cut to Kagami seated on the pink cushions in the ditch that comprises the seating area of Gabriel’s atelier.  She folds her hands over her lap on top of her notebook.

Nathalie: Thank you for meeting with me on such short notice, Kagami.

Kagami: You asked my mother to send me here.  How could I refuse?  I assume this is about Adrien?

Nathalie: It is.

Kagami: I suppose you want to involve me in a publicity stunt for your 'Find Adrien' campaign?  Is the 'kidnapping' story you fed the press no longer working?

Nathalie: This has nothing to do with marketing, I assure you.

Nathalie sits on the other side of the seating area and reads off something from her tablet.

Nathalie: Our 'Find Adrien' inbox received a peculiar anonymous tip: 'You have security cameras, go check the footage!'  We did.  Our security cameras caught nothing.  Just Adrien entering his room after he returned from his fencing lesson.  Nothing else.

Closeup of Nathalie’s face, her eyebrows accusatory.

Nathalie: It's strange that we acquired those security cameras from Tsurugi Industries, isn't it?

Nathalie puts down her tablet on the seat beside her.  Kagami folds her arms.  On the center block between Nathalie and Kagami, an assortment of Find Adrien posters have been placed, including a large billboard design near where Kagami is sitting.

Kagami: You think my mother had something to do with this?

Nathalie: No, Tsurugi-san would have no motive for hacking her product or absconding with Adrien. But you might. You would have been one of the last people to see him.  You had the opportunity to coordinate a plan with him.  Not to mention that you have a history of encouraging Adrien to go behind his father's back.

Kagami: So do a lot of his friends.  Blame them for hacking your cameras, I wasn't involved.  But if I had been asked, I would have helped Adrien flee this place.  He shouldn't have to put up with living by his father's rules anymore.

Kagami folds her arms and grins evilly.

Kagami: Frankly, I'm happy that he finally grew enough of a backbone to actually act.  There's nothing you can do to stop him now.

Cut to the back of the atelier by Emilie’s painting.  The hole for Gabriel’s secret elevator is open, inside of which the head of Shadowmoth is poking out of.  Shadowmoth taps out a message on his cane.

Nathalie (internally): This isn't working.  Kagami's not overwhelmed by emotion, she's just smug.  I'm out of my element here.  I've gotten used to defusing situations before they become a problem, not inflaming them.  Gabriel's far better suited to being a provocateur.  He knows what buttons to push and won't let anyone get in his way for long.  But since he insisted on hiding nearby to sic his akuma on her before anyone can interfere, I get to be the one to ruin someone's day...

Cut to a closeup of Nathalie’s tablet as it beeps with a new text message.

Nathalie (internally): Hmm?  A new message?

Shadomoth (text message): I left some stronger motivation for you in the Find Adrien inbox.  Use it. --🦋

Nathalie (internally): Gabriel, what are you up to now? *sigh* I guess I'll just have to go along with this...

Nathalie holds up her tablet and reads from it.

Nathalie (aloud): Oh my.

Kagami: What now?

Nathalie’s tablet: Banner: FIND ADRIEN.  From: villain@dummy.com. We have Adrien Agreste in our clutches and are going to unalive him and you can't do anything about it!  Muhahahaha!

Nathalie: A ransom message just came through.  They're threatening to kill Adrien.

Kagami: To kill...?

Nathalie passes through the door out of the atelier.

Nathalie: Excuse me, I need to... speak with Mr. Agreste about handling this development.

Nathalie (internally): That should be enough motivation, right?

Cut to a closeup of Kagami opening her notebook, where she has taped a picture of her and Adrien and preserved a dried rose.

Kagami: Adrien didn't choose this?  This whole time I assumed that he ran away, but he really was kidnapped?

Kagami holds the rose in her hand, teary eyes clenched shut and teeth gritted.

Kagami: Whoever took him needs to pay for what they've done!

From the elevator hole, Shadowmoth raises out his hand and unleashes an akuma.

Shadowmoth (internally): Yes!  I can feel her anger now!

Shadowmoth (under his breath): Go, my akuma!

The akuma makes contact with the rose in Kagami’s hand.

Shadowmoth: Hello, Oni-Chan.

Cut to Nathalie eavesdropping from just outside the atelier, looking startled.

Nathalie (internally): Wait, Oni-Chan?  He was supposed to make her Riposte again, not—

Cut back to Kagami as the light mask illuminates her angered face.

Shadowmoth: The boy you so deeply care for is in grave danger.  I'm giving you the power to track down the last person who saw Adrien Agreste.  You will make them powerless to do anything ever again.

Kagami: With pleasure, Shadowmoth.

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I had a MFU Witcher AU thought: in the setting where Napoleon is a Witcher, I'd say he still interacts with people a lot, so he knows a lot about humans and how they operate. But! In the setting where Illya's a Witcher, I'd say he avoids any comunication and interaction with people as much as possible, so he knows next to nothing about humans. So, when Napoleon starts following him and, for example, falls ill, Illya freaks out because: what's happening with my bard; is he dying?? And then Illya gets embarrassed about his lack of knowledge and tries to sneakily observe what Napoleon needs and how he reacts, etc. And after a while, Napoleon would be just like: Peril, why are you looking at me like that all the time? I think it'd also work if Napoleon got hurt and Illya'd be like: hm, it'll heal quickly, he'll be alright. But the wound would in fact be serious for a human, but Napoleon wouldn't say anything (because he only complains about the inconsequential stuff. why should he complain about something serious?). And only after Napoleon passed out from bloodloss or something, Illya'd be like: oh shit! Human = fragile. Must protect my bard better!!

Well, it took me only two months to get to this LOOOL Sorry (and sorry to everyone else who sent prompts that are still sitting in my inbox), I've been very busy and I'm kinda writing at snail pace. ..........also I didn't do a great job at following the prompt LOL. I went with the premise of Napoleon being sick, and I meant for this to be fluffier and funnier but uuuuh Illya started overthinking and angsting so. here you go LOL, thank you for the prompt and I hope it's enjoyable!

When he steps back into the room, Illya is expecting him to be, if not already packed and ready to go, at the very least awake.

Napoleon is not really a morning person, that much he has already had a chance to learn about him even though they haven’t been travelling together for all that long, but Illya did make sure to wake him up before leaving, informing him that he’d be going to the market to buy some things and that they’d leave town upon his return. The purpose of getting a sign of life was precisely to make sure that Napoleon would know to start dragging his ass up in his absence.

Yet, when he gets back to the inn, Napoleon is not, in fact, awake. Instead, he is still lying in bed, hidden under the blankets up to his nose and still, Illya notices with a frown, shivering pretty evidently.

“What are you doing?” Illya asks, stepping closer and eyeing him dubiously.

Napoleon opens one eye, which is distinctly reddened. “Sorry,” he mutters, hugging his pillow tighter. “I don’t think I can travel. I’m sick. Thought it would pass, but—nope. I’m sorry.”

Now, Illya has precisely no framework of reference for how bad this is. He can feel, even before his hand reaches Napoleon’s forehead, that he’s radiating heat, which indicates an high fever, he can see that he’s shivering and miserable, he can hear that his voice is hoarse and tired and that he sounds genuinely regretful about his inability to travel. Napoleon may complain left and right about the dirt and the blood and the monster innards, but he is always trailing after him anyway. Illya is pretty sure that he couldn’t keep him away if he tried. So if he’s saying he can’t travel—

He isn’t sure how durable humans are when it comes to illness, he just never had a reason to ask anyone and it hasn’t been any of his business since way too long ago to remember properly, but he knows that he, as a witcher, could travel with a simple fever. He assumes Napoleon probably could too, that he would have at least tried, especially since he knows that Illya is supposed to go—if he didn’t, it means he can’t get up and leave. If he can’t, then the illness must be somewhat severe, right?

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