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[as-the-stars-foretold]

someone send me doodle/sketch/drawing requests I've been drawing too much serious stuff this summer

I'll do aru shah, sanders sides, PJO/HOO/MCGA/TKC, trigun stampede, the atlas six, and the lunar chronicles. you have options guys come on lock in

[mammonscheeks]

obey me brothers reacting to a malnourished mc

⤑ a/n: I feel like this is the most canon writing I’ve ever done yet... enjoy! 

⤑ warnings: none 

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DEMON BROTHERS REACTING TO A MALNOURISHED MC 

“Hey, MC! You’re lucky because you get to go out with The Great Mammon tonight! We’ll hit the casino n’ leave with our pockets stuffed, and then we can go clubbing! What d’ya say?” 

“...”

“MC?” 

Mammon put his warm hands on your shoulders and shook gently, not used to your lack of response. He furrowed his eyebrows as he caught sight of the dark bags under your dull eyes. 

“Yeesh, MC! Did ya get into a fight or something?” Mammon joked, trying his best to hide the fact that he was worried about his human. 

“Huh?” you blinked as you realized you had just been zoning out. “I, uh.... Shit! I forgot my potions textbook in my room, I’ll see you all later!” 

“Language,” Lucifer sternly reminded you as you haphazardly scurried out of the classroom, your mind "lagging” as Leviathan would put it. The demon brothers watched you leave, shooting odd looks at each other. 

“I don’t think MC’s been getting enough sleep,” Belphie yawned.

“As much as I hate to agree with Belphegor, he’s right. They seem quite fatigued.” Lucifer said, staring intently at his brothers. “Leviathan, did you force MC to play video games with you all night again?”

“Don’t accuse me first,” Leviathan grumbled. “But no, I was catching up on some anime alone last night.”

“Maybe MC needs to eat some more,” Beelzebub said, snacking on some chips despite the ‘no food’ sign in the front of the classroom. “Oh, I have an idea! Let’s get Luke and Simeon to cook a celestial feast.” 

“You obviously only want that for your own self interest,” Satan rolled his eyes. “I’ve read a book on this. Maybe MC’s malnourished? Humans are fragile, of course. Additionally, the Devildom provides little natural light from the sun like in the human world.” 

“I know just the cure!” Asmodeus gasped, pulling up Akuzon on his D.D.D. “Aaand it’s ordered!” 

“You better not have used my Akuzon account for whatever beauty product you bought,” Leviathan raised an eyebrow. 

“Oh hush, Levi. Trust me, this will fix MC up right away!” 

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The package arrived by the end of the school day, thanks to Levi’s Akuzon Prime subscription. 

Mammon held up a colorful piece of gelatin in his hand, inspecting it thoroughly. 

“So this... Vitamin gummy... Is gonna help MC? This tiny little colorful thing? Seriously?” He grunted. 

“Wow... Humans are weaker than I imagined,” Satan frowned, squishing one in his hand. “They have to eat these to stay alive?”

“Beel, don’t you dare think about eating MC’s gummies,” Belphegor scolded his twin. 

“And don’t forget, I also got MC a sunlight lamp!” Asmodeus’ eyes glittered. “Apparently, these provide light therapy by tricking the human body into thinking they’re receiving natural light!” 

“It seems that humans have weak minds then,” Lucifer sighed. “Either that, or we’ve been fooled.” 

You walked into the HOL, stifling a yawn. Your entire body felt heavy from fatigue. It seemed like you had taken the human world’s abundance of sunlight and Vitamin D for granted. Solomon had helped you by casting a energy spell for the first few months you had lived here, but even that was starting to wear off.

“MC!” Mammon basically tripped over his brothers to rush to you. “Take one before you die!” 

Startled, you looked up just in time to see Mammon basically shoving a gummy in your mouth, before you were immediately blinded by Asmodeus holding a warm light in your face. 

You covered your face and squinted your eyes, seeing the eager and expecting eyes of the demon brothers. 

“Guys, what are you doing?” You questioned. This was pretty unexpected, but you were used to the brothers pranks and shenanigans. 

“We just wanted to help! We heard you were malnutritioned because it’s always dark in the Devildom!” Mammon said. 

“So we bought a sun lamp and some vitamin gummies for you,” Belphegor yawned. 

“Aw, guys... Thank you!” You smiled happily. Even though you hadn’t told the brothers explicitly what was wrong, thinking you could take care of it yourself, they had of course, noticed. Your heart swelled with appreciation, until you noticed that the brothers were still staring at you expectantly, like you were about to turn into some mutant creature. 

“Uhh.. You guys do know that it’ll take a few days for my body to recover, right?” You shrugged. 

“Oh..” Satan sighed, as the brothers looked disappointed. “I thought the effects would have been immediate.” 

“Laaame,” Leviathan said. “A power-up type feature would have been way cooler! Like, imagine if MC ate that thing and grew 10 feet in size to defeat the final boss!” 

“That’s fine, MC. Just focus on resting. I’ve excused you from classes for the rest of the week,” Lucifer said. “This is an quality of humans we should have researched more during the planning stage of the exchange program. Diavolo also sends his apologies.” 

"Thank you Lucifer, but it’s no big deal,” you smiled. “Well, I’m going to go take a nap now.” 

"I’ll come with,” Belphegor yawned. 

“Oh no you don’t!” Mammon yelled, running after the two. “I’m the only one allowed in MC’s bed!” 

“Hey, don’t forget about me! I’m bringing the lamp!” Asmo cried, waving it in the air. 

“You know, I also read that cuddling with a partner can help fatigue,” Satan blushed, following behind. 

“I’ll bring some snacks for us,” Beelzebub called after. 

“I’ll bring my TSL movies so we can have some background sound!” Leviathan ran after. “Don’t you dare start without me!” 

Lucifer sighed, looking after his brothers scrambling to get to MC. From having spells backfire on you, battling unique health concerns, and getting preyed on by lower-ranking demons, your acclimation to the Devildom had faced many obstacles. However, Lucifer knew that he and his brothers would do anything to ensure you had a support system. 

As you fell asleep with the weight and warmth of your favorite people around you, you couldn’t help but feel loved and cared for. 

[aroace-madness]

Comfortable

Captain Marvel was a wonderful guy, friendly, caring, loyal to a fault and always cheery

Everyone loved him or at least respected him

The Justice League especially

So it's not a surprise when the Captain hasn't answered their calls and messages for a few days, they decided to visit him in his home city, Fawcett

Fawcett is a nice city, weird as hell and concerning at times but it had its own beauty

So in all honestly no one was shocked when a big piece of metal came hurling at the league the very second they stepped a foot in the borders of the city

Clark didn't have a chance to take off the ground before a woman in a silver helmet caught it, beside the helmet from which they could see her long Brown hair, she wore a red shirt, a blue belt, and gloves boots and a yellow bottom of a bodysuit that showed off her legs

She putted the piece of metal down on the ground and landed in front of them

“Hello, I’m Bulletgirl” the woman- Bulletgirl extended her hand for a handshake and Diana, who was the closest to her, accepted it

“Nice to meet another sister in arms, I’m Wonder Woman and this” she gestured at her friends “is the Justice League”

“Oh the Justice League, we heard so much about you” Bulletgirl smiled brightly “it's so nice to finally meet you properly, I apologise for the welcome you got but we’ve been having a bit of a problem for the last few day”

“Which includes flying pieces of metal?” Barry cocked his eyebrow, not that she could see

Bulletgirl didn't say anything, just pointed behind her

There was a gigantic robot walking through the city, it seemed to try and swat away whatever was flying around it, probably Captain

“Yeesh” that was Hal

“Yeah, Dr Sivanna started wreaking havoc in that robot a few days ago and we're trying to get him out without damaging the city and hurting people” Bulletgirl rubbed the back of her neck “we’re herding him to a less populated area and evacuating people from there to lessen the risks of anything happening”

Before anyone from the league could say anything, red blurr hitted the ground in front of them

“Ugh” the blur turned out the be a man

“Hi sweetheart” Bulletgirl waved at the man who was apparently her love “i see your ‘i can handle it’ is doing well”

“Oh yeah kick the lying one” the man managed to sit up with a grunt, he was wearing the same helmet as Bulletgirl

“I have the honor to introducing my dunce of a husband Bulletman” the woman said as she helped her husband stand up, his costume was very similar to his wifes, the only difference really were pants and a lack of gloves

“Nice to meet you” he turned to Bulletgirl “Do you have to call me that?” Bulletman grimaced a which made his wife laugh and kiss his cheek

“Now don't be dramatic dear i've called you far worse”

“True” Bulletman shrugged and dusted his clothes off “so, you're the infamous Justice League we’ve been hearing so much about”

“That's us” Clark smiled

“You do look like a bunch of well meaning people, even that shadow guy over there” he pointed at Bruce “dressed in black, cowl, long cape, gloomy demeanor, you must be Batman”

Batman just grunted in acknowledgament

“How are things going back there?” Bulletgirl asked her husband

“Oh, Voltage and Mary are evacuating people from a neighbourhood that Captain, Mr Scarlet and Ibis are herding Sivanna to”

“That's good” She patted his shoulder and turned back to the Justice League “so what brings you to Fawcett anyways?”

“Oh” Barry perked up “we wanted to see how Cap is doing since he hasn't been answering his comms for the past few days but we see why”

“Yeah” there was a silence for a moment “sooooo, do you guys want to help us out with that?”

Everyone agreed

Clark flew over to where the machine was and created a makeshift corridor from ice

Hal started herding the robot with his projections alongside Captain Marvel who waved at him and a man in a red turban

Shayera, Bulletgirl and Bulletman were flying around the robots head to try and confuse Sivana and IT seemed to work

Sivanas machine was slowly stepped towards a big, circular housing estate while Barry was quickly evacuating the last of civilians from the dangered area

When he was finally in a right position, Diana wrapped her lasso around the robots legs, Bruce did the same with his grappling hook

Shayera, Hal and Bullegirl started pushing at the shoulders of the robot while Captain Marvel and Bulletman were pulling them

The robot lost its footing and started to lose its balance. Clark made a giant ice wall to cushion the fall

The machines upper body fell on the ice and shattered it to about a half of it's height before stopping (Barry made sure to catch and put away the pieces of ice, before any of them landed on any building)

Bulletgirl opened the hatch of the machines head and took Sivana out, holding him by the scruff of his kilt while he was kicking and screaming, flailing his arms around

“I’ll take him to the police, Mister Scarlet is already with them making sure that there aren't any any injured or god forbid casualties” Bulletgirl said as she flew away from Sivana in her hand

The rest of the two groups gathered on the ground by the robot

“That was awesome guys” Barry smiled as he joined the group

“It sure was” Bulletman nodded his hand and putted his hands on his hips, seconds before he got tackled and putted in a one arm headlock by Marvel

“You guys were great!” Captain smiled in his typical fashion as he held the Bulletman

The man didn't seem too bothered by his current situation

“Do you have to do that every time?” The man in a red turban asked, tilting his head a bit

“You know I do, Ibis” Marvel grinned at the man, Ibis apparently “you guys were great too” Captain directed his attention to them, completely shifting his attitude

Before any of the League members could say anything else they got interrupted by two blurs, red and blue, flying straight into the Captain

The man didn't budge and just caught the two into his other arm

The red blur was a girl, looked almost identical to Captain, Mary Marvel

The blue blur was a guy, Voltage

Captain didn't say anything, just dropped them as they kept laughing and cheering

“Alright Cap, I think it's time for you to let go of Bulletman” Mr Scarlet said, leaning a bit on Ibis

Marvel sticked his tongue out at Mr Scarlet and eased his arm, letting the other man slip out of his grasp

Bulletman took advantage of his freedom and slapped Captain in the arm. Captain was about to slap back when Bulletgirl landed next to them

“Alright, Sivana is taken care of” she dusted her hands off and looked at the mess

“Yeah this is going to be a bitch to clean up” Ibis sighed

“Yeah, how about you guys start and I’ll escort our guests” Bulletgirl smiled

“Yeah yeah, you do you” Voltage rolled his eyes as he was already starting the clean-up

Bulletgirl motioned to the league to follow her, and they did

“Did Captain Marvel seem, different to you guys?” Clark his friends in a shushed voice as they walked trough the streets of the city

“He did seem much more relaxed around the other guys” Barry rubbed his chin

“He also called them by their names, without all these “Misses” and “Misters” he always uses when addressing one of us” Shayera pointed out

“Hmm” Bruce hummed, thinking

They arrived at the city borders and stopped in front of Bulletgirl

“It was really nice meeting all of you and thank you for your help” she smiled at them brightly

“It was nice meeting you and your friends too” Clark smiled back

“Uhh” Hal interjected “I got a question, you see, Captain Marvel seemed much more relaxed around you guys, how did you get him to let loose?”

Bulletgirl stared at Hal for a few moments

“Is he overly polite with you, is always respectful and seems like he would rather die than be mean to any of you?”

The League was left dumbfounded for a few seconds

“Uhh yeah” Barry nodded “how did you know?”

“Because he was the exact same way with us when he started out as a hero of Fawcett” Bulletgirl explained

“There is no way that's true” Hal shook his head

“Oh but it is, it took him about five years to finally let loose, you gotta give him some time. How long has he worked with you?”

“About a year and a half now” Diana answered

“Oh yeah, it’s much too soon for him” Bulletgirl laughed

“Maybe he does need time to get comfortable” Diana rubbed the back of her neck “how long have you been working together”

“Oh we’ve been fighting together since 1960”

“1960!?” Barrys eyes bulged out, same as the rest of the League really

“What do you mean 1960?” Clark asked in shock, he wasn't even on earth in 1960, he doubted that he was even in plans during that time

“Not to sound rude or anything but how old are you?” Hal asked

“Oh i’m 35” she answered, as if she’s not frying the justice leagues brains

“Wait, wait, wait” Shayera shook her head “ if you've been working with Cap since 1960, then how are you still 35?”

“That's because of the Suspendium” Bulletgirl said as if it explained anything. She must have noticed their confusion since she started talking again “Dr Sivana used a chemical he created, Suspendium, to trap Captain Marvel, Mary Marvel and Voltage in a force Field that would keep them suspended animation, something went wrong and instead of just capturing the three, the entire city got surrounded by the time bubble, as we call it, with Sivana in it. Captain managed to pop the bubble two years ago”

“Two years ago was when there were first sighting of Captain Marvel” Bruce pointed out

“Yes, the second the bubble popped, Captain started flying around the world”

“Wait” Clark shook his head “how come we never heard of something like that ever happening?”

“Oh” Bulletgirl rubbed the back of her neck “apparently everything and everyone that was trapped in the time bubble was completely erased from the maps and history books and only came back when the bubble was popped”

“That doesn't make any sense” Bruce sighed as he rubbed his temples

“Nothing makes sense, bat boy” Bulletgirl shrugged “now, as much as it's nice standing here and talking I really should help with cleaning” She said as she took of from the ground and bid them adieu

“God this is so weird” Barry sighed

“You're telling me?” Clark slumped a bit

“I think it's best if we don't think about it too much” Diana patted her friends shoulders

As they came back to the Watchtower they all agreed not to think too much about the whole Suspendium situation, it would only lead to a headache

They do like Captains friends tho, they seem nice and are good heroes

@puppetwoman17 @shazam-secret-santa

I hope you like it :D

[theemissuniverse]

COMEDIC RELIEF! FEM!READER INTROS WITH MK 11 CAST PART 1

SUMMARY : You are a powerful Earthrealm warrior with the ability to pick up peoples fighting styles. (Basically Shujinko.) and shapeshift into them. You were once a part of the Black Dragon and dated Kano but left.

WARNING : Suggestive dialogue.

A/N : This was fun. I missed doing this.

ROMANCE FLIRTY DIALOGUE

Kung Lao

Fujin

Scorpion

Kitana

Nightwolf

Shao Kahn

Probably more that I forgot. main character wants to f with everything tbh

FATALITIES

Rock, Paper, Scissors

(Y/N) will shape shift into Scorpion first. She’ll throw the spear at the opponent and yell “Get Over Here!” She’ll pull you over towards her. She’ll shape shift into Sindel and use her scream, making all the skin pull off her opponent. Then she’ll change into Liu Kang and preform his bicycle kick to go right through her opponent.

Monkey See, Monkey Do

(Y/N) will change into whoever her opponent is. Then hit her opponent in the face repeatedly saying, “why are you hitting yourself?” The manically laugh and do a spin kick to kick their head off.

FRIENDS

Kung Lao

Scorpion (one sided on her side)

Nightwolf

Noob Saibot (one sided on her side)

Kitana

Liu Kang

Cassie Cage

Fujin

ALLIES

Sheeva

Sub-Zero

Raiden

Jax Briggs

Johnny Cage

Jacqui Briggs

NEUTRAL

Rain

Mileena

Jade

Erron Black

Kabal

Baraka

Kotal Kahn

ENIMES

Cetrion

Frost

Shao Kahn (one sided on her side)

D’Vorah

Geras

Kano

Skarlet

Sonya Blade

Shang Tsung

Kollector

Sindel

DIALOGUE

(Y/N) #1 : Who’s hotter? Kung Lao or NightWolf?

(Y/N) #2 : Shao Kahn.

(Y/N) #1 : There’s no hope for you.

(Y/N) #2 : Okay round two. Who’s hotter? Kitana or Sonya?

(Y/N) #1 : Skarlet.

(Y/N) #2 : Dear god, what is wrong with you?

(Y/N) : Is it hot in here or is it just you?

SCORPION : It’s me.

(Y/N) : I can’t tell if you’re going along with my flirting or if you mean that literally.

(Y/N) : *shape shifted into Scorpion* Get over here!

SCORPION : How many times are you going to say that?

(Y/N) : *back to normal* Until it gets old.

(Y/N) : *imitating Smoke* Where there is Smoke there is fire!

SCORPION : I do not say that.

(Y/N) : One of you ninja freaks do.

(Y/N) : *shape shifted into Sub-Zero but with Scorpion’s voice* Get over here!

SUB-ZERO : I do not say that.

(Y/N) : *back to normal* It’s not my fault you don’t got a cool catchphrase.

(Y/N) : Come on, Kuai, don’t give me the cold shoulder. Ha! Get it? Because you got frosty powers?

SUB-ZERO : Yes. I get it, (Y/N).

(Y/N) : Cool. Glad we’re on the same page.

JADE : You and Johnny Cage are a headache.

(Y/N) : Yeah but I’m the funny one right?

JADE : By the gods…

(Y/N) : You’re cute when you get all fiery.

JADE : I am not nor will I ever be interested,

(Y/N) : Are you Outworld women conceited? I was trynna be all girl power and compliment you.

(Y/N) : 50 bucks says I beat you.

RAIDEN : I do not wager money.

(Y/N) : If you’re broke just say that.

(Y/N) : Come on, Raiden! Hook me up with Fujin.

RAIDEN : I will not play matchmaker with my brother.

(Y/N) : So you’re broke and not a matchmaker? What are you good for?

LIU KANG : Are you ready for training?

(Y/N) : Not if Kung Lao isn’t here.

LIU KANG : You know you’re the only person to utter that.

(Y/N) : Double or nothing!

LIU KANG : *laughs* I have already beaten you twenty times, (Y/N).

(Y/N) : So??? I will be the last one standing!

(Y/N) : Is it hot in here or is it just you?

LIU KANG : Didn’t you use that line on Scorpion?

(Y/N) : Give me a break. I can’t keep track of everything I said.

(Y/N) : Do your bicycle kick into Shao Kahn. He won’t leave me alone.

LIU KANG : I pity that you have to deal with that.

(Y/N) : The chosen one pities me? I must be dead meat.

(Y/N) : I’m not the bad guy anymore, Sonya.

SONYA BLADE : You were with Kano. Bad guy still stands with you.

(Y/N) : Yeesh. If you want to fuck him, go ahead.

(Y/N) : *shape shifted into Sonya but with Kano’s voice* ‘Ello baby, did you miss me?

SONYA BLADE : That’s not funny.

(Y/N) : *back to normal* Don’t be jealous cuz you can’t do the voice.

KUNG LAO : How come you haven’t trained with me?

(Y/N) : I’m scared I’ll hurt you.

KUNG LAO : Oh, sweetheart. That’s just not possible.

KUNG LAO : You dated Kano?!

(Y/N) : Are you judging me, Lao?

KUNG LAO : I just didn’t know your type was losers.

KUNG LAO : It seems like all the men want you.

(Y/N) : I know right? I’m a total catch.

KUNG LAO : None are better than me.

(Y/N) : You know the Darth Vader thing you got going on is kinda hot.

NOOB SAIBOT : I will bring you to death.

(Y/N) : Okay on second thought….

NOOB SAIBOT : Your fighting is impressive for an Earthrealm woman.

(Y/N) : Why thank you dark shadow thing.

NOOB SAIBOT : That doesn’t mean you can beat me.

(Y/N) : Come on, Bi-Han. We were buddies, remember?

NOOB SAIBOT : I tolerated you. I do not like you.

(Y/N) : We’ll that’s just hurtful.

(Y/N) : Come on. Say it. Just once.

KANO : *sighs* Throw a shrimp on the Barbie.

(Y/N) : Aww. You do still love me.

KANO : That bloke still hitting on you?

(Y/N) : You know how many men I have lined up? You’re going to have to be more specific.

KANO : The one with the stupid hat.

KANO : Your last chance to come back to me.

(Y/N) : I’d rather be with Shao Kahn than you.

KANO : You got yourself a death wish.

MILEENA : Come dance with me.

(Y/N) : How about no?

MILEENA : Then I’ll make you.

(Y/N) : I’m kinda into the whole vampire thing.

SKARLET : I am no vampire you mistake.

(Y/N) : Ouch. That wasn’t even necessary.

JOHNNY CAGE : You and me would make the hottest couple in Hollywood.

(Y/N) : I’d rather die than be caught dating a white American man.

JOHNNY CAGE : Death over dating me? Seriously?

(Y/N) : Now that I think about it, Takeda is kinda cute.

JACQUI BRIGGS : Don’t even (Y/N).

(Y/N) : What? I said I was thinking it.

JACQUI BRIGGS : Don’t say it…

(Y/N) : Okay I won’t….your dad’s kinda hot -

JACQUI BRIGGS : Stop it!

(Y/N) : To what do I owe this displeasure?

D’VORAH : The Kahn wants you. Alive.

(Y/N) : The Kahn will be disappointed then.

(Y/N) : *shape shifted into Shang Tsung* Your soul is mine!

SHANG TSUNG : I sound nothing like that!

(Y/N) : *back to normal* Sure you don’t…

SINDEL : You are too weak for Shao Kahn.

(Y/N) : And yet…he wants me more than you.

SINDEL : A fatal mistake he has made.

KITANA : Tell Kung Lao I am not interested.

(Y/N) : Because you’re going to admit your undying love for me right?

KITANA : *laughs* You amuse me, (Y/N).

CASSIE CAGE : So do you like girls or boys?

(Y/N) : I like whatever looks good.

CASSIE CAGE : That is such a ‘you’ answer.

CASSIE CAGE : Come on, admit it. You like him a little.

(Y/N) : He keeps sending human hearts at my door. No!

CASSIE CAGE : Who knew Shao Kahn was a romantic?

(Y/N) : You know you want me.

JAX BRIGGS : Tuh. Not exactly my type.

(Y/N) : What I gotta do? Get a cheap blonde wig?

KABAL : Fighting me won’t make you gain all my moves.

(Y/N) : That is literally how it works.

KABAL : Ah shit.

SHAO KAHN : I will kill all my concubines just to have you.

(Y/N) : Why doesn’t anyone normal want me?

SHAO KAHN : You did not deny me.

SHAO KAHN : Earthrealm is wasting your power.

(Y/N) : Let me guess, you have better use for it?

SHAO KAHN : More than you know.

(Y/N) : Tell your scream queen wife to leave me alone.

SHAO KAHN : Her jealousy is its own weapon.

(Y/N) : How the hell did the tyrant want me?!

(Y/N) : Stop sending me human hearts in a box. It’s weird.

SHAO KAHN : What would you like for me to do?

(Y/N) : Not send me human hearts???

(Y/N) : How come you’re not my mentor and Raiden is?

FUJIN : Because we wouldn’t be able to go through one lesson without you flirting.

(Y/N) : I can’t help it if you’re hot.

(Y/N) : I’m ready to be blown away Fujin. Get it? Because you control the wind. And stuff…

FUJIN : Yes, (Y/N). I get it.

(Y/N) : Good. Let’s tussle.

(Y/N) : 50 bucks says I beat you.

FUJIN : Are you sure you want to lose all your money?

(Y/N) : Oh you think you’re the funny one here?

FUJIN : Ignore Shao Kahn’s advances, (Y/N).

(Y/N) : You say that like I’ve been hanging around with him.

FUJIN : After finding out about Sindel, I don’t know what to expect.

FUJIN : Your power is most impressive.

(Y/N) : *giggling* I take that like you’re flirting with me.

FUJIN : You take everything I say as me flirting with you.

NIGHTWOLF : You are a powerful warrior, (Y/N).

(Y/N) : *giggling* You make me blush, Nightwolf.

NIGHTWOLF : Show me what you can do.

(Y/N) : If your name isn’t Nightwolf then what is it?

NIGHTWOLF : I will never hear the end of it if I tell you.

(Y/N) : Aw. Don’t be shy, Nighty.

OTHER INTROS MENTIONING YOU

LIU KANG : (Y/N) says she likes you better than me.

KUNG LAO : Smart and beautiful. What doesn’t she have?

LIU KANG : The sense to realize I am the better one.

SHAO KAHN : I will have (Y/N) and take over Earthrealm.

KUNG LAO : Tuh. Don’t think you’re her type.

SHAO KAHN : Says the one who gets rejected for Liu Kang.

LIU KANG : You know…(Y/N) doesn’t seem like your type.

KANO : She wasn’t personality wise but body wise she was.

LIU KANG : You are truly insufferable, Kano.

SINDEL : That pretender has gotten under your skin.

SHAO KAHN : I don’t need you of all people to tell me that.

SINDEL : That rat will die where she stands.

SCORPION : Your ex will not stop showing her affections for me.

KANO : She’ll fuck anything with a pulse.

SCORPION : She dated you. I expect that.

RAIDEN : (Y/N), keeps asking about you.

FUJIN : Really? What has she said?

RAIDEN : Do not fall for a mortal, brother.

JOHNNY CAGE : We all know you wanna bone (Y/N), dude.

NIGHTWOLF : I can’t tell if you’re (Y/N) impersonating Cage or if that’s really you.

JOHNNY CAGE : Really? We act that much alike?

JADE : How are you friends with (Y/N)?

KITANA : She’s not as bad as you think she is, Jade.

JADE : I highly doubt that.

FUJIN : Stay away from, (Y/N).

SHAO KAHN : I am not threatened by an air bender.

FUJIN : You should be.

SONYA BLADE : (Y/N) is not your friend, Cassie.

CASSIE CAGE : Can’t you put your beef in the past? She’s cool.

SONYA BLADE : Once a black dragon, always a black dragon.

TOWER ENDING

I’m pretty much a badass so it was expected that I was the one to defeat Kronika. There was one thing I wasn’t sure about. The hourglass.

Changing history would mean the relationships I’ve made along the way would be forgotten. And I would go back to being the evil bitch in the Black Dragon.

In the new timeline, I made it exactly how it should be. Liu Kang and Kung Lao heroes. Shang Tsung, Shao Kahn, and the others casted away like they never existed.

Everything was supposed to be peaceful.

I started to feel a newfound boredom. Because there was no chaos and I made everything perfect, there was nothing. Absolutely nothing.

The people I’ve once cared about had no recollection of me and I didn’t know what to be. The only reason why I was one of the good guys was because of the people that were near and dear to my heart.

So I did what I do best, I played the bad guy.

And damn does it feel good to be the bad guy again.

A/N : part 2 or mk 1 next?????

[astaroth1357]

Flipping the Script: Leviathan Meet-Cute (Human World AU)

So what if you met the demon boys in the human world instead? You’re not magic. You’re not special. You’re an average little human that came crashing into some demons one day. Good luck!

Contents: Pretty new format for me, second person (you), forgive any wonkiness

Part One (You are here), Part Two, Part Three (Coming Soon...)

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You’re a hardcore otaku influencer with a niche in creating and sharing cosplay. You’ve befriended a lot of other enthusiasts pursuing your passions, but there was one guy that you met at a recent convention that stood out from all of the rest.

The Seven Lords was just having yet another milestone anniversary, so several friends in your circle all decided to get together and do a group cosplay for the fans, you all were even offered space for a panel and locations for meet-and-greets! Your whole fanbase was ecstatic, and so were you, but there was just one problem…

The friend that agreed to be your Third Lord backed out at the last minute! His baggage was totally lost on the flight there and suddenly your whole group was without a member to complete the set. Though you knew it wasn’t a huge deal, you hated to disappoint your fans who were looking for a full group photo-op…

But then you saw this guy waiting around your hotel lobby-

“I can't believe Wess had to cancel on us…!” You thought to yourself while tapping your foot furiously against the hotel's linoleum floor. You were waiting for check-in last night when your collaborator sent his text to everyone, and your team still hadn’t found a suitable replacement… How could you guys have a TSL photo event without a Lord of Shadows?? Especially when you're the one dressed as Henry! What self-respecting group TSL cosplay doesn’t have those two together?? They're the closest pair in the show! The Sun and Shadow shippers were going to start a riot…

You were all still double-checking your gear and supplies down in the lobby. Months of work had gone into planning and prepping for this event… Your friends were trying to calm you down as best as they could, but your nerves weren’t on your side… You hated letting down your fans, even if it was entirely out of your control. But without a replacement, what exactly could you do? Just as you were about to throw in the towel and get dressed, a bunch of shouting from the hallway entrance caught your attention.

“Why the hell am I stuck carryin’ all your crap, huh Levi?! Ya got two working hands!”

“Because this outfit is heavy, Mam-er-Malcom! I need help, or else I'll get sweaty and gross!”

“You're already gross, so what's it matter?”

“Shut up, scumbag!!”

'Yeesh, what a loud pair...' You turned to look their way with a visible frown to show your annoyance only for your jaw hit the floor. Two men walked out of the hall and into the lobby, one being a dark-skinned male with the whitest hair you'd ever seen, and the other… Sweet kami-sama above, the other guy…!!

He. Was. Perfect!! The dark, shadowy armor, constructed fron what you could only guess was EVA foam and faux furs, combined with his violet hair made him look like the spitting image of the Third Lord! It was almost like the character himself had climbed off the page!! You had to cover your mouth to contain an audible gasp of shock while glancing at the others in your team. Only a few of your friends had noticed the man's arrival, but those who had all shot you back the same kind of look, “Go get that guy. NOW!” Who were you to refuse?

The god-tier Third Lord cosplayer was still arguing with his companion when you first made your approach, allowing you to sneak up pretty close without getting noticed. By the time you were in speaking distance, you were already marveling at the craftsmanship of his cosplay up close. The foam pieces looked flawlessly metallic and there were no patches of hot glue mishaps, frayed stitching, or painting mistakes. It was truly something else!

“Hey, what'cha gawkin’ at??”

The white-haired male caught you red-handed, leading the cosplayer in his company to turn in your direction. Though, amusingly, the moment your eyes met he seemed just as star struck as you were. You wasted no time thrusting your hand out towards him with your most “camera-winning” smile.

“Hi! Uhm, I’m Y/n L/n and I'm-"

“-the most popular cosplay model on Instagram, three-time champion of the WCS competitions, and the host of the ‘TSL Today’ fan podcast-!”

You froze from surprise as the cosplayer slapped his mouth shut with his own hand in a bid to stop rambling. His cheeks instantly tinged pink as he must have realized that he was spitting your own resume at you in excitement. It was hard not to feel a bit flattered at the sudden eruption of joy, so you smiled back more genuinely.

“That’s right! You've heard of me?”

You waited for his response with a patient, maybe even endeared, gaze. Seeing that you weren’t immediately weirded out by his hyped babbling, he uncovered his mouth to respond shyly.

“Y-yeah, of course I do…! I uh… came here to see your meet-and-greet today…”

He winced, face getting hotter, and looked like he wanted to double over from embarrassment, but honestly, you couldn’t have been happier. A creator of THIS caliber was one of YOUR fans?? Talk about a “diamond in the rough” moment!

“Really? That’s awesome!! Because I couldn’t help but notice that cosplay you're wearing… Did you make it yourself?”

How his face recalibrated from flustered to ecstatic in just a few seconds could have made your heart melt. After he confirmed that his cosplay was his own handiwork you began to gush about the design, asking rapid-fire questions about the materials he bought, what patterns he found, and his different sewing techniques. You both were so caught up in each other's passion that you hardly even registered the other guy standing next to him until he finally cleared his throat insistently.

“Yo Levi… This crap’s gettin’ heavy. Are we going or what?”

The cosplayer, who you guessed was Levi, turned to the man reluctantly, which sent a surge of panic through you as you still hadn’t asked him to stay.

“Wait!!”

Both men flinched a bit at your sudden exclamation, making your cheeks flush with color, but you pressed on regardless,

“Um, Levi right? My team and I could use your help… Our Third Lord just dropped out on us today because of baggage troubles and we really need a replacement for the shoot. Your outfit is fantastic! Do you think that you could step into the role for us? I have early access badges to the vendors room, so we can take a look together if that uh… if that…? Um. Levi...?”

The man in front of you looked like he was moments away from breaking down in tears, but somehow holding them back through sheer force of will… and his closed eyelids making a decent dam.

“H-hold on… I think I need to pinch myself because this can’t be happening. Is this actually happening?”

His voice wobbled while the man next to him, Malcolm(?), rolled his eyes behind his gold-tinted glasses.

“Hey, that doesn’t answer their questions, ya know?” He elbowed Levi while looking at you with a serious expression, “Are ya willin’ to take him AND his stuff with ya?”

“Of course! It’s important to have everything while yo-”

“Great. You can have’em.”

You were taken aback just a bit by the speed of his response, but not as much as Levi because he quickly leapt back into the conscious world in a panic!

“Wha-wh-Whaah?? You can’t just answer for me!!”

Malcolm shrugged his shoulders, letting several bags he had on slide to the ground but cushioning the fall a bit with his foot.

“Why not? It’s clear ya wanna go with them. Unless you wanna leave them hangin'…”

“N-No!! I mean, yes! No-er UGH!”

You watched Levi cover his face in frustration feeling a twinge of sympathy. Does he get tongue-tied like this often? After a few seconds to compose himself, he finally straightened up to give his true response.

“Y-yes, I want to go with you…! Being able to help one of your online idols is like a dream come true for any fan! What can I do to help?”

You could feel your smile grow twice as wide from the combination of relief and gratitude. Maybe the shoot would go alright after all…

“Give me your hand.”

Levi stuttered watching you reach your hand out towards his, using your other one to pull out a black marker that you always kept on your person for fans. His skin was soft, but strangely cold, when he rested his knuckles into your upturned palm. The icy jolt even made you jump a bit. Holy crap, was he cold-blooded or something?? When he flashed you a concerned glance, you quickly recovered uncapped the marker between your fingers. With years of built up practice, you ran the black ink over his pale skin, but instead of a signature, you left one of your burner numbers that you used for interacting with collaborators.

“Here. We still need a bit of time to get ready, but that shouldn’t stop you from enjoying the con. Text me your name and I'll send you back where to meet up once we're ready to go.”

Levi was staring at the black marks on his hand like you'd just handed him a key item in a video game when one of your team shouted back from behind you.

“Y/n! Why aren’t you dressed yet?? We gotta go!”

“Shit, I’m coming!” You turned to head back, but you spared just a second to smile at Levi over your shoulder. “Thank you so much, Levi, you're going to be a huge help! Don't forget to text.”

“I won’t!”

Levi's promise made you grin lift even higher. With a wink and a wave, you made your way back to the others with a brand new pep in your step. Mission, saved!!

Meanwhile…

“… Did ya seriously just score a number in that getup?”

“I swear, I’ll never wash this hand again...!!”

“Fuck's sake, Levi, stop being so gross! At least put it in your phone before your sweaty palms wipe it off!”

“Gah, you're right!!”

[silentstaresfanficandfanart]

thinking about the mlp episode where cheese sandwich loses his laugh and pinkie cheers him up and helps him regain his lifes purpose, and he realizes that he didint want to spend all his time in a factory making gags, he wanted to actually go out and use those gags and actively see the joy his creations bring to others

and i cant help but think about that in a fandom space, how i kind of thought i might be selfish for wanting comments on my things and then i realized that the reason its so demotivating when you dont get those things and why so many people give up creating is because...

well isint there a huge difference between coming up with jokes and actually using those jokes?

a joke is a form of communication, and i think thats kind of obvious but we often forget that so is art and writing, most art forms even are a form of communication... so what do you feel like when you tell a joke and everyone ignores you?

if you get a laugh though, youre happy and your joke feels sucessful

its not a transaction or something, its just...readers and viewers are having a conversation with the person who created what they made

maybe i should do a video discussing the different ways of viewing the problem and such sometime, but like, its just interesting to me because its also why so many authors get so devestated when they find out other people are talking in private about their stories but not including them in any of them.

like man it WOULD suck if you told a joke, everyone ignored you, then later when you cant hear them theyre like man that joke was the funniest joke i ever heard! and YEAH! so and so is so funny!

like yeesh. that would really, REALLY suck. of course that is something that can be true at the same time its also true that its very important not to lose yourself in that and to find a reason to enjoy it if only for your own sake, focusing more on enjoying your own jokes and making yourself laugh is pretty much the only way to not lose your will to make jokes. (feel free to swap in your creative hobby of choice)

even if writing or drawing is something you love and you want to share that love with others, you have to conciously remember why you love it, and do things that are self indulgent as much as you can instead of worrying about pleasing others

trust me when i say its a lot more pleasant to write a story just to make yourself happy than it is to write something you know will make the algorythm or your followers pay attention to you

and if you can find something that hits a nice middle ground thats pretty epic :)

yes this does apply to any creatives, including translators who i know a lot of you guys specifically have been really struggling with not getting appreciation, i love you guys and appreciate you, the same to artists, writers, indie game devs, small youtubers, and so many more, i hope we can all find a happy place between sharing happiness with others and sharing happiness to ourselves, it still has value, and its still something worth making and i hope you wont forget that

[gosecretscribbles]

Stanuary 2025 Week 1: Mindscape

Summary: Stan is on the beach looking for clothes to steal when heatstroke sets in. He pops out of his body and into the Mindscape, where our favorite Dorito is hoping to make a deal.

AO3 link

Stanley was cold. 

He got up and walked.  Sand and candy wrappers crunched under his bare feet.  Shorebirds chased the waves back and forth.  Gulls chased the occasional flying chip wrapper.  It was really hot today.  Why was he cold again?

Whatever.  He was busy.  He was sick of hand-me-downs.  Pa only bought Ford new clothes.  Stan was sick of hand-me-downs.  By the time Stan got them, it was because Ford had almost outgrown them, which meant Stan only wore them for a week before they were too tight to really wear.  So he was going to find a few charitable tourists and borrow some semi-new stuff. 

Except there…weren’t any tourists.  That was weird, too.  And the gulls were gone.  And he was cold.  If it was so hot, why was he shivering?  Shivering sucked.  Stan got up and started walking.

Had…had he been lying down?

“Stupid sand,” he grumbled.  Must’ve tripped.  Ugh, he was cold.  He squinted.  Oh, duh, there were no tourists because he was headed the wrong way.  He could see the shadow of the Stan O’ War over by the cliffs.  They’d only been working on it a couple of months, but they’d stowed some basic running away supplies in there.  Water and chips and a couple towels.  He could use a towel.  He got up and started walking. 

The Stan O’ War was getting close now.  He felt a little better already, and a whole lot lighter.  He grinned.  See?  Stan-the-Man’s still kickin’.  You know what, forget the beach.  I’ll go to the boardwalk and steal the clothes right off people’s backs!  Literally!

“I’ll train a pet fly!” he said aloud.  “I’d make it go up people’s shirts and bug them until they took it off.  No wait, a pet wasp.  Wasps are cool.  I’ll tie some string around it like a leash and feed it…whatever wasps ate.  Apples?  Oh, I could use Shanklin!  No, wait, if I sic Shanklin on them, Shanklin he’d just tear up the clothes.  Okay, no Shanklin.” 

He was still working out his plan when he reached the boat.  He put one hand on the side of the boat and lifted his foot to step over the broken wood.

His hand went straight through the boat.

He fell forward with a sharp cry, expecting more pain as wood dug into his leg.  But he didn’t even hit the ground.  He looked down.  He was floating.  Apparently. 

“Huh.”  He waved his hand through the boat again.  Come to think of it, he hadn’t heard his own footsteps for the past…however long.  “Am I a ghost?  Oh man, Sixer’s gonna love this!”

“HEY THERE, KIDDO!”

Stan looked up.  Lounging against the mast was a bright yellow triangle.  It had one eye, little stick limbs and a top hat.  He snorted.  “A bow tie?  What are you, an insurance salesman?”

“HA!  YOU KNOW WHAT THEY SAY, KID!  DRESS FOR THE JOB YOU WANT, NOT THE JOB YOU HAVE!”  The triangle swooped down and circled Stan.  “YEESH.  YOU WANT TO BE A TRASH HEAP, KID?”

“Depends, what’ll you pay me for it?”

The triangle laughed and zipped away, coming to rest on the rail of the boat.  “YOU KNOW WHAT?  I LIKE YOU KID!  NAME’S BILL!  HOW’S ABOUT I HELP YOU GET SOME REAL DUDS, HUH?”

“Yeah?  You the magic money fairy?”

“EVEN BETTER, KID!”  The triangle multiplied itself in a ring around Stan.  All the triangle-guys tilted in slightly and their shapes turned into screens.  He saw recordings of himself, like he was watching his memories play out on TV.  The time he got Ford’s old jeans.  The time he patched up Ford’s old belt with tape.  The time Ford ripped a white T-shirt, so when Stan got it, he started rolling up his sleeves.  “I’VE BEEN WATCHING YOU, KID.  WHY STOP AT A WARDROBE UPDATE?  I CAN UPDATE YOUR WHOLE LIFE!  NEW HOUSE, NEW YOU, NEW FAMILY!  WHADDAYA SAY?”

“Nah.”  He turned and started doggy-paddling through the air.

The triangle was suddenly in front of him again, a little too fast.  His yellow edges seemed to snap with static.  “HEEEEY, BUDDY!  PAL!  WHAT’S THE RUSH?  I’M OFFERING THE SALE OF YOUR TEENY TINY EXISTENCE!”

“Con,” Stan said flatly. 

“WHAT –”

“COOOOON,” Stan said flatly, sounding bored.  He lounged back on thin air.  “Pretty bad one, too.  Is this from the moldy corn chips last night?”

Bill was definitely buzzing with static.  The yellow flashed briefly to red.  “CORNCHIP?  GUESS AGAIN, KID!  YOU’RE IN THE MINDSCAPE!  I’M AS REAL AS YOU ARE!”

Stan frowned.  “Mindscape?  I’m dreaming?”

“DREAMING, ASTRAL-PROJECTING, DYING, WHAT’S THE DIFFERENCE?  DO YOU REALLY WANT TO RUSH BACK TO A FLESH PUPPET THAT’S HOT, HUNGRY, AND TIRED?”

“Yep.  Bye.”  He swam through Bill. 

Bill turned bright red and got way, way bigger.  Bigger than a dump truck.  His eye turned black with a slitted white pupil. 

“BIG MISTAKE, KID –”

“Con.”

“I’VE BEEN WAITING A TRILLION YEARS –”

“Con.”

“STOP SAYING –”

“COOOOOON.”

It might’ve been scary, but Stan had already proved that they couldn’t touch each other when he ghosted through Bill.  He was pretty sure this was all real, though.  Mostly because he’d never ever dream up a bowtie and a top hat.  What was that even about?  Was the money fairy running for president or something?  At least grow a beard, Mr. Shiny Abe Lincoln!  Or get lasers.  Lasers were cool. 

If this was real, though, then he wasn’t sure what had happened to his body.  He didn’t really remember dying, so maybe he was just…part ghost?  He’d been walking around on the beach before, so his body was probably somewhere on the sand.  He wanted to go back to it.  But it actually was nice not to feel hungry or tired.  That, and the sun was starting to set.  Ford might’ve gone looking and found him.  And Stan really didn’t want to lead this thing back to his brother.  He wasn’t sure if being a ghost meant people could see them or not.  If they could, though, Ford would take one look at Bill and go all Obsessed Robo Nerd.  No thanks.

It took a few hours, but Stan eventually made Bill go away by singing “I know a song that gets on everybody’s nerves” over and over.  Bill started making weird screechy noises at him, which was absolutely <em>hilarious.</em>  But the sun was setting and he really needed to find his body before the gulls tried to eat him for smelling like corn chips.

Sure enough, he spotted his body slumped over a little way up the beach.  Looked like he’d collapsed face-down.  (Okay that was a little bit funny.)  The tide was coming in up to his shoulder.  Ford had found him, at least, and was dragging him out of – oh, wait, no, he was dragging Stan <em>into</em> the water.  A flock of seagulls surrounded them, periodically trying to dive-bomb Stan’s body.  Ford was trying to fend them off with a bent beach umbrella. 

“Back, ye beasts!” Ford shouted at them.  “BACK TO THE DUMPSTERS FROM WHENCE YOU CAME!”

…Alright, so Ford wasn’t completely trying to kill him.  Just drown him.  Apparently. 

Stan braced himself and dove back into his body.  He didn’t even have a full second to think, It worked! before gravity yanked him face-first into the next wave.  He flailed, coughing hard, and all of his limbs threatened to crush him under his own weight.  He thought he’d felt cold before.  He was practically freezing! 

“Stan!”  Ford grabbed Stan’s head and pulled him above the wave.  Which did not help.  Ford realized this and switched dropped him –

“OW!”

– and then grabbed Stan under the armpits, hauling him a little further up the beach.  The seagulls drew back, sullen disappointment in their beady little eyes. 

“Sixer,” Stan croaked. 

“Stanley!  You’re alive!”

“You – tried to – drown me!” he managed between coughs. 

“I’m trying to cool you down!  How long were you out here?  You’ve got really bad heatstroke, you’re burning up!”

Is that what this was?  Heatstroke felt like a bad fever, times a thousand.  His body hurt and he was so cold his teeth were chattering and he couldn’t even see and he felt so dizzy he was going to throw up. 

“Wanna go back t’ the mind thing,” Stan groaned, and then almost screamed when the next wave crashed over his legs and back.  It was so cold, why was it so cold and why did it hurt so much? 

“…making sense.  It’s okay!  We just – okay, we can’t go to a hospital, but I read about heatstroke!  You can’t sleep – no, that’s concussions.  But it’s fine, we’re cooling you off –”

“<em>Hurts</em>.”

“We have to, Stanley, you could die from heatstroke!” 

Ford’s face was really pale, actually, even in the orange light of the setting sun.  No wait, it was night.  Because it was all dark.

“It’s not dark, I just opened the umbrella.  Uh, you’re cooling off, you also need to drink a ton of water <em>not the seawater!</em>”  Ford yanked Stan’s chin up above the waves.  Stan tried to bite him.  He was thirsty!  “No!  It’s 3% salt, processing salt in your kidneys takes more water, you’ll actually dehydrate drinking it –”

Stan lost track of what Ford was saying.  His head was pounding and his vision was going all dark.  But Ford was making nerd noises, which must mean that everything was okay.  He closed his eyes.  This time, instead of a weird talking triangle, he saw black, and slipped down into a heavy sleep.

Week 2 week 3 week 4

[usedtobethelegendcreator]

Why do I like Alastor?

Listen. When your therapist starts psychoanalyzing you and it sounds like an Alastor analysis, you gotta do some soul searching. So, I’m going to list off all of our similarities. This is going to be more unorganized than usual.

1. We like being in control:

We’re both puppeteers! We like having people obey us, not the other way around. We’re very anti-submission (my therapist’s word) and don’t like being told what to do. We don’t like having people more powerful than us in the room or even in the area, because something more powerful than us is something that can override our will—and, by extension, our comfort zone and boundaries.

When it comes to romantic relationships, the healthiest solution is to find someone who’s into being dominated. (Cough cough, Vox. I told you guys I write my own kinks.)

2. We have trouble feeling sympathy and empathy:

It’s something I had to practice, but I get the feeling Alastor never bothered. I’m not very good at it, either. Then again, I’m not killing people.

3. We have violent urges:

Yeah, that is very much a thing for me. The difference is that Alastor carries them out without remorse. I usually just ignore those thoughts, or try to think of something else.

4. We mostly stick to one era of music:

Alastor has the Jazz Age, I have the 2010s. Pretty much nothing after 2020 appeals to me, outside of fan songs.

5. We don’t have breakdowns often, but when we do, it’s wild:

Alastor monologued during his. I hyperventilate during mine and feel like I’m not inside my body. Like I said, it’s wild.

6. We pull our hair:

If my hands aren’t occupied, I’ll end up with a hairball in them. But the way Alastor was tugging? With those claws? Yeesh.

7. People see our rage as impotent:

Yes, this is about the people that think Alastor’s frustration with Lucifer was “pathetic”. Yes, that did hit a powerful nerve in me. If you yell right in my ear the moment you open the door, even if I don’t already know you’re the reason there are yearly mass murders, I will immediately hate you. And contrary to a lot of bad-faith fanfiction, buttering up our ego or something is not the solution. The best way to calm us down is to be taken seriously. With Alastor, of course, the ego thing will certainly help, but it’s not the root.

8. We feel impotent when we’re enraged:

This ties in with the last one. Alastor literally grows several hundred times in size when he’s truly angry, that’s pretty obviously a self-comforting action. If I’m bigger than them, they can’t hurt me. If I’m bigger than them, nothing at all can hurt me. That kind of thing.

9. We don’t like constant change:

Alastor’s outfit (which isn’t era-accurate, according to someone much more knowledgeable than I am) is evidence that he isn’t adverse to change as a whole, but someone like Vox is a constant source of anxiety for us. It’s very hard to keep up with something that’s always changing, and we can’t get our feet on the ground and a moment to breathe. I can change which jacket I wear, but never wearing the same jacket twice? Kill me now.

10. We put on a facade around people we want to be in the good graces of:

Alastor with the hotel residents, and me with pretty much everyone. This ‘facade’ I’m talking about isn’t necessarily a fake personality, it’s a facet of our real personalities that will best appeal to the people we’re talking to. That’s another thing my therapist brought up: I’m always putting on a mask, and there’s so many that no one knows who I really am. Hell, even I don’t know at this point. Alastor’s been putting on masks for over a century. I don’t think he knows anymore, either.

I think he thinks he knows who he is, but if someone poked a hole in that image of himself as the Radio Demon, he’d shatter as easily as glass. Because he’s not 100% evil, as much as he wants to be.

11. People think we’re a danger to others, even when we’re not:

*gestures to Vaggie* *gestures to the entire fucking fandom* *gestures to my mother* *gestures to unnamed family members that didn’t even have the guts to say it to my face* It sucks. Like, thank you for taking me seriously for once??? But also no.

12. We have dramatic body language to make up for stunted facial expressions:

Alastor has his eternal smile, and I have my eternal frown. The facial expressions thing was actually brought up by a previous therapist. I’ve had to throw my arms out like a theatre kid to make sure a family member knew I wasn’t being sarcastic…I’m not a theatre kid.

13. We switch between being extreme extroverts and extreme introverts:

I’ve said before that I’m low functioning in almost everything except social interaction. I can keep up with the fastest mouths and the longest-winded, but I’ll disappear for a week and only emerge for water. Meanwhile, Alastor keeps up his overly-cheerful facade up for the whole series and disappears for two episodes. And for seven years before that.

14. When people talk shit to us, we fly off the handle at the speed of light:

Husk in the hallway scene. Lucifer, period. Vox at the end of episode two. Everyone on Tumblr and Wattpad that’s ever picked a fight with me. That one anon in particular. The list goes on.

15. We have very stunted emotions, except for anger:

I don’t know why anger is an exception, either. But we don’t see any strong emotions from Alastor besides rage (and maybe amusement), so it’s clearly a thing for him too.

16. We enjoy the smell of death:

Death smells pretty nice, actually. There’s nothing quite like it. Alastor gets it. If anyone wants the full story of Larry the Rotting Deer Carcass, let me know. I’d love to tell it.

And that’s all I can think of right now. This definitely veered into a bit of character analysis for Alastor, but then again, I was analyzing myself, so that just proves my point.

[thesagesjournal]

[Log-in story] Springtime Sonatina And The Rite Of Evening Flowers ②

Appearing characters: Nero, Bradley, Chloe

Nero: Get yer ass back here, now! How many times do I gotta tell ya not to pilfer food!?

Bradley: Come on, we do this dance every time an' ya always let me get away with it, ya know it.

Nero: Say that again an' yer dead meat!

Chloe: Oh, great! I was just looking for you two…

Chloe: ...Um, were these knives always stuck in the wall?

Nero: Shi…

Nero: I mean… Heyyy, what's up, Chloe? Yeah, uh, don' mind that, my hand jus’ slipped.

Chloe: Are you two all right? You're not hurt, are you?

Bradley: We’re doin’ just fine, but what aboutcha? Need us for somethin’?

Chloe: I do, actually… I was wondering if you would let me design matching outfits for you two!

Bradley & Nero: …Say what?

Bradley & Nero: …Matchin’ outfits? …For us?

Chloe: Yep! I'm sure you already know about Rutile and Faust's little outing.

Bradley: The Sage, the old fart who’s still breathin’ and the pipe smoker is with 'em too, yeah?

Chloe: Mhm, and I made their fits this time around. When I presented them with the finished product, both had very different reactions which was super fun to see! And that got me thinking…

Chloe: Maybe the clothes I make actually have the power to bring people closer together!

Nero: ...Can't say I'm surprised to hear that from ya.

Chloe: Ehehe, that’s why I just had to come find you two!

Chloe: When I saw you guys running down the hall, it struck me how much like night and day you are, just like Rutile and Faust.

Chloe: Born and raised in the North and East respectively has shaped you into very different people.

Bradley: Heh... Ya could say that.

Chloe: So I thought, "Hey, wearing matching outfits could be a great way to bridge the gap between them", or something...

Chloe: ...S-Sorry! I've been babbling on and on, you must think this sounds stupid...

Nero: No, no, we appreciate the thought, fer real. Yer not the problem, we are...

Nero: You got anythin' to add, Brad..ley?

Bradley: ...Listen up, Lil' Tailor.

Bradley: Yer askin' a lot of us 'ere, ya know that, right?

Chloe: ...I do, and you're right, you can forget it...

Bradley: I ain' finished sayin' my piece. If yer gonna talk big, ya gotta act the part too. Hit us with yer best shot, nothin' more an' nothin' less.

Bradley: If yer up to standard, we'll take ya up on that offer. Deal?

Chloe: ...Deal! Thank you so, so much, Bradley!

Chloe: You do have a point, I can't expect you to agree just ‘cause I said 'pretty please'. I'll get to brainstorming right away!

Chloe: First, we need a theme! Something cool and flashy that’s gonna have you dying to put it on!

Bradley: That's right, show us what yer made of.

Chloe: I will! Phe~w, now I'm all fired up!

Nero: ...

Nero: What did I get myself into… I jus’ hope no one in the manor thinks too deeply ‘bout this.

Bradley: Heh, our rep’s in his hands now. Whether it matches my style is up to me to decide, though.

Bradley: All I’m sayin’ is that if someone wants to show the world how ya inspire ‘em, ya should let ‘em.

Nero: Oh don’t wax poetic on me now…

Bradley: If yer done ‘ere, I’m gonna bounce. One old fart less to worry ‘bout means it’s time to go to town!

Bradley: Gah! Put the damn knives away already!

Nero: We still gotta settle the score from earlier so don’ even think of walkin’ away scot-free

Bradley: Yeesh, yer so spiteful, but you’ve always been like that, eh?

Nero: Oi! Get back here! Jus’ wait ‘till I get my hands on you, ya fucker!

[onesentencemusings]

Return of Jafar - Rewrite: Bonus #3

(Part 1) - (AO3)

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“This way, guys.” Nomad stood on tiptoes to look around the marketplace crowd that shifted to stand between her and her unwilling companions. “I know one of you is on a leash but the other seems accident prone so stay close.”

Iago chuckled and smirked at Jafar from his shoulder. “You really are on a leash, ain’t cha.”

Jafar simply kept looking forward as he smoothly moved around a group of gathering housewives crowding a spice stall. “And you are overdue for an ‘accident’, yes?” He glared at Iago, eyes turning an inhuman yellow.

Iago laughed again, much more nervously now. “Only joking, buddy. Ha-heh,” He patted the back of Jafar’s neck with a wing. “Ya know, just trying to keep the mood light.” A tiny little growl made Iago look down at his pudgy little gut. “Yeesh, speaking of light, I’m gonna get light-headed if I don’t get something in my stomach soon.” He looked at Jafar again, this time with a much more pleasant attitude. “What’s on the menu, boss?”

Jafar barely glanced at the parrot. “I’m afraid I’ve spent all the freebies I’m willing to give for the day.” With a quick motion, Jafar brushed Iago off his shoulder. “Go bug ‘The Master’ if you’re so desperate.” He practically spat the ‘M’ word out.

Nomad scoffed when Jafar stopped beside her. “Try not to sound so in love with me, people might think something of us.” She said sarcastically. The woman held out her hand for Iago to perch. “You poor starving thing, you.” She cooed at the bird. “I forgot to get you something at Akbar’s, didn’t I?”

Iago dramatically hung his head before looking up at the woman with the biggest saddest eyes he could fake on demand. “Oh, I didn’t wanna say anything, Mama.” He said pitifully. “You seemed so busy; I didn’t want to be a bother.”

Nomad smiled and gently nuzzled Iago’s head with her cheek. “Oh bubbie, you could never bother me. Why, you’re the best thing to happen to me since I left the Far East.”

Iago dropped the big-eye act instantly and blinked a few times. “Really?”

“Of course! I’ve never traveled with anyone half as funny as you.” She nodded towards a line of stalls and started leading her camel down the road. “Now let’s grab you something good.”

“Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy!” Iago started bouncing, quickly looking every which way for something good. “What do I want? What do I want?” 

“Well, if you wait a bit, you can get as much as you want.” The woman looked around again, trying to find something particular. “I remember there was a certain mark I’d always hit up when I needed a lot of food at once.”

“Mark?” Iago flopped onto his stomach and looked into Nomad’s hood. “So you are a professional thief.”

“Only when it’s easy.” The woman smirked. “But when you have a fool-proof plan and patience, it’s all a matter of just needing a reason to pull it off.” Nomad looked up at Iago. “The most skillful predators in the Savanna don’t even stand up unless the wind is in their favor. And I--” She struck some vague karate pose. “Am a lion among zebras.”

“Keep telling yourself that.” A man briskly walking by stated.

“You aren’t involved in this! Shut up!” Nomad yelled back.

“Uh-huh.” Iago rolled his eyes. “But you’re still saying ‘Oh poor genie!’...” Iago did a pitch perfect copy of Nomad’s voice. “ ‘Stuck in that lamp so long. Don’t worry, Mama will cook you dinner and make it all better’.”

Nomad snorted. “Hey, that’s a good impression of me. Make me say something else.”

Iago glanced away, thinking. Quickly, a wicked idea came to him and he looked behind to Jafar. The genie in human form was clearly ignoring the conversation and seemed to be focused solely on finicking with his gold cuffs. “Jafar,” Iago stated in Nomad’s voice. “I wish for your freedom!”

Jafar gasped, eyes wide. “Really?!” The genie barely started to act when the gold cuffs harshly pinched his wrists, choking his magic and numbing his hands. He clutched at the pain with a wince before looking at the woman. “But you-!” 

Iago burst out laughing in his usual crass craggy voice. Jafar shook the pain from his hands and growled. Angry embers danced across his tongue and licks of black smoke eked out between gritted teeth. He knew he needed to control himself. He had a plan now and the woman was necessary. But this new pain for servitude stung more than it ever had when he served the Sultan.

It was his power that made this agony so profound. 

Gone were the days when he must hold back to maintain his station, for fear of repercussions. Gone were the times when things just were not possible and there was no chance but to wait. He had moved the very cosmos themselves! There was nothing he should fear; nothing outside his ability! And yet here he stood, being the target of mockery from a parrot that could barely care for himself in the best of times and a cocky two-bit witch. Even outside of his lamp, he was still being crushed into a tiny insignificant space infinitely beneath his magnificence.

“Oh that was just mean.” Nomad laughed, playfully ruffling the feathers on the back of Iago’s head. “You-” She glanced at Jafar and the smile dropped from her face. The man was clearly tense, fumming, but more importantly, she saw him absentmindedly rubbing his cuffs, attempting to soothe the very real pain the trick put him through. 

He was hurt.

Nomad sighed and looked back at Iago, still cackling in her arms. “That’s enough of that now.” She gently pushed Iago’s beak closed until his laughter was just a quiet giggle. She turned to Jafar, almost hiding Iago in her grip. “You ok, bubbie?”

“No!” The genie growled. In one swift motion he loomed over the shorter woman and glared daggers. “No, I am not!”

Nomad simply watched the man stomp away. Poor thing. It was always fun for Nomad to make someone mad but when-- oh, he was going too far. Almost on cue, the cuffs on Jafar’s arms turned white and yanked him back. Even from a distance she could see another plume of smoke shoot from his mouth. After a very tense pause, he looked back at her.

She put a hand on the lamp. She couldn’t make it let him wander off. She didn’t care where he went as long as he showed up when summoned. Nomad waved at Jafar and hurried towards him. Maybe she could get him something to cheer him up. After all, genies never got presents.

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Author's Note: This is actually a now deleted scene from my next chapter that was too long and well done just to throw in my pile of other deleted scenes for this story. I like what happens here but I realized I missed a plot point and that plot point basically makes all this not happen. So enjoy.

[writing-till-i-am-dead]

It's Just Business - Angel Dust's Backstory

Chapter 1

The soft sounds of clunk and thud filled the room followed by woops and pats on the back. The bar smelled of cigarettes and cheap booze. Ever since drinking was made legal, it practically flowed like water everywhere you went.

“Ay, Anthony!” Jonathan called out, leaning back against the pool table. “Buy me an old fashioned, will you?”

Anthony turned to his brother, an eyebrow raised. “You already owe me for the last however many drinks I’ve paid for you.”

“Ya, but I gotta celebrate! I’m on a roll!” his brother said proudly, swinging the pool cue over his shoulder, nearly smacking one of their workers.

“Hey, watch out for them!” Anthony snaps. “Dad’ll kill you if you injure any of his associates. And by extension, he’ll kill me because I’m not babysittin’ you well enough.”

Jonathan laughs. “You really think dad will care if I even so much as off one of these Joes?” He then lifts his pool cue, turning to face one of their father’s associates, a scrawny little guy with a sad mop of brown hair. “I could swing on ‘em right now and no one would even notice!”

And that he did, swinging the stick to hit the poor sap, but is stopped midway when Anthony comes up behind him and grabs it. “You overestimate dad’s favoritism of you,” Anthony says before pulling it from Jonathan’s hands and putting the cue up.

Jonathan scoffs, crossing his arms and Anthony turns to the shaken up goon.

“Well? Scram!”

Immediately, the associate scurried off in a panic and Jonathan laughs sarcastically. “You’re such an angel, Tony.”

Anthony rolls his eyes and lights a cigarette. “Don’t make me throw up,” he says, leaning forward onto the bar. “Just not gettin’ my ass beat by dad. Simple as that.”

The bartender, Bert, turns to Anthony while wiping a glass. “You’re gonna have to pick up all the snipes you have littered on the floor, Tony.”

Anthony gives him a teasing smirk. “But doesn’t it feel like a remnant of me left behind for you?”

“A remnant that makes my bar stink all the way to hell and attracts bugs,” Bert says, pushing the ashtray toward Anthony before turning away to get back to his work. 

“Well, the bugs keep the spiders fed,” Anthony grumbles and shoves the end of his cigarette into the ray.

“You’re puttin’ out a perfectly good cigarette because of Bert?” Jonathan asks in disgust. “Give it to me, I’ll happily smoke it.”

Anthony glares at him for a moment before handing the rumpled up cigarette off to his brother. But before Jonathan could enjoy a good smoke, the bar’s telephone began ringing.

“Agh, I hate that sound,” Jonathan growls under his breath, scratching his head in frustration. “Bert, you gonna get the horn?”

“Ya, ya, impatient twit,” Bert grumbles as he walks to the phone and answers. “Yep, this is Bert’s Beer Bar. Hmm.. Ya, they’re here.” He places the phone against his shoulder. “It’s for you 2.”

Anthony and Jonathan exchange a glance before Anthony shoves Jonathan and Jonathan shoves him back. Finally, Anthony relented and reached for the phone.

“Hello?”

“Anthony, are you and Jonathan slacking off again?” growled a deep voice on the other end.

He just sighs. “Hi, dad,” Anthony says in exasperation. “We’re not slackin’. We’re scouting. Keepin’ watch, yknow?”

“Keepin’ watch my ass. Probably playin’ pool and wasting tobacco.”

Anthony freezes. “W-Well, so what? It’s been real slow lately, what with the war and everything.”

“The war means we have to be on higher alert than ever, you lousy mug! We’ve got who knows how many people after us even more now that Italy got involved! Now quit slacking and get back to base!”

Anthony flinches when his dad’s yelling causes the phone to start breaking up.

“Alright, alright. Yeesh. We’re coming.”

Anthony hands the phone back to Bert before he groans. “Welp, Jonathan. The old man needs us.”

“Huh? But I still haven’t gotten my drink!”

Anthony smacks the back of his head. “Cmon!”

Jonathan grumbles under his breath, rubbing the back of his head. “Can’t wait to see whatever insane, impossible task he makes us do this time.”

“Well, no matter what it is, we will do it,” Anthony says darkly. 

“More like I’ll do it. You can’t do anything yourself, you dainty lil pansy.”

“Say it louder why don’t you,” Anthony growls, getting a loud laugh in response from Jonathan.

[number1mackinnie]

every line mac has said in order

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episode one - bullseye

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"Oh! Sorry about him, he mean he's already talking to me."

"Yeesh… what's his deal?"

"We… probably should go, Phone…"

"Yeah… let's go."

"Fighting goin' on."

"Doesn't seem she noticed yet…"

"Nevermind."

"Could be better."

"It's honestly boring around here. It's just the same thing every day. Coin trying to say his dumb stories, Clock and Snowy fighting, it's just the same."

"…yeah."

"Phone, buddy! We gotta be the same team!"

"Look, we already have a full team. You can't join, sorry."

"Okay guys, what will we be called?"

"Sounds good!"

"Okay, M.A.C, you need to hit 60 or more… you got this…"

"D-did I hit it?"

"GAH! No…"

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in total: 17 lines

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episode 2 - surprise

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"I can hear you!"

"Serves you right!"

"Hey, Phone…"

"Is it bad that I'm kinda scared about this elimination?"

"I get it! I just… I feel like the viewers would vote for me…"

"Oh no…"

"Yeah 20% chance I know…"

"Are you insane?!"

"Ooh!~ Someone has a cruuush!"

"Yes!"

"Agh! What are we gonna do?!"

"That's it!"

"And you two are out!"

"Wait that's not a fris-"

"THIS!"

"Ugh…"

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in total: 16 lines

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episode 3 - all rock, no roll

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"Huh. I see we're at a disadvantage here, Smoothie."

"What do you mean by that?"

"That's… not a bad idea actually."

"Yeah, surprisingly. We're making good process."

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in total: 4 lines

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episode four - someone say doom?

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"Get on with it!"

"Okay, so where do we gotta go now?"

"Guys I think we're going the wrong way…"

"Whuh… Wait! They got the marble!"

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in total: 4 lines

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episode five - war

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"Well, why don't we just revive him?"

"It's just a button, what could go wrong with just pressing it? It might work."

"Whuh- How did it even break?!"

"Well… one of us should host with them gone… but who?"

"That was for costing my team the challenge though… why this time?"

"HEY! I do actually. I'm athletic, uh… a skilled runner… and…"

"WHAT."

"Phone! Listen… I didn't mean to lose this early."

"I mean sure, but…"

"Do you expect me to jump in there or something?!"

"Ow! Whuh? Is this the pit's heart? I guess it wasn't bottomless then…"

"AH- Uh… Coin?"

"What's going on…"

"HEY! Don't talk about him like that!"

"Sayyy… uh, Coin. Where's Clock?"

"…How do you even know what happen?"

"Then what's going on right now?"

"…How did you even do that?"

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in total: 18 lines

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episodes 6a - get lost!

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"Coin. You said you can watch the episodes on TV."

"He died in episode 4, dude."

"Yeah. You can thank Towel, but hey. The same thing happen to me in episode 2 when Phone got killed by Conditioner. I know how you feel, I can relate."

"Sheesh. Short temper, huh?"

"He's stuck in a dome and can't get himself out."

"Why were you guys stuck in there anyways?"

"Well, that's weird. Let me take a look at him."

"Uh… hi, Phone. You okay? You froze for a while."

"Alright. Just… try to… also focus on when to put it down."

"Hey. Can I go with you guys?"

"Yes!"

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in total: 11 lines

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episode 6b - this isn't it

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"Finally! Ugh… gave me a cramp."

"Don't. Ask."

"Okay. Where now?"

"No way!"

"But-"

"Oh. Forgot about that…"

"Hey. Phone, how much longer until we get to Malos?"

"Well, things could be worse. There could be a… sea monster."

"Well, Phone should be able to pick us up soon."

"He should be here any second now…"

"We shouldn't worry about that right now, this city has to have some sort of… recovery center."

"Oh boy…"

"I wanna rejoin."

"Hey. You don't need to vote me back. I get it, but if you do, thanks."

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in total: 14

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episode 7 - par

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"Wha- Come on! Not you too, Phone… well, I can try to win for the both of us, and besides. If I get eliminated we can hangou-"

"On it."

"Dang it..! Better luck next time I guess…"

"The button! How did you get it back?"

"Say… what do we do with Towel since she's all folded up?"

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in total: 5 lines

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episode 8 - run

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"Wha- What's going on here?"

"Uh… okay."

"Okay… the 5 minutes are up! And if you guys try any funny business… I'm- I'm gonna get'cha! I'm gonna shoot the thing in the air and get'cha! Or… do I shoot it at you guysss…. well, whatever! I'll still get ya' guys!"

"And you two are OUT!"

"Ow! Oh. Hey OJ."

"Uh… okay, that's three down.."

"Oh, I got you now!"

"SURPISE! Oh, yeah. Here's your leg."

"No problem! Anyways, surpi-"

"Uh… I may or may not have shot myself…"

"HEY!"

"Oh. Right."

"Hey! Get back here!"

"Well… I got to use this thing."

"Coin! Don't!-"

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in total: 15 lines

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episode 9 - in ruins

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"Eh. It's probably just you, we should seek higher ground though, just in case…"

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in total: 1 line

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episode 10 - blue void

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"You sure this was a good idea?"

"Right, bu-"

"Seven-way rock, paper, scissors!"

"Wait, Phone. You're eliminated too y'know…"

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in total: 4 lines

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episode 12 - up

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"Did you guys know they could glow?"

"I… I didn't expect much of a chance last time… I don't expect one now, but that'd be cool! Now that Phone's out, I could win for him maybe?"

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in total: 2 lines

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episode 13 - fixing

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"How did they get here..?"

"Sorry, but, as cool you may seem Bowling Ball, I'm gonna have to cast this vote to you."

"How many votes did we get?"

"Awh fiddlesticks…"

"You okay, bud?"

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in total: 5 lines

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episode 14 - finding

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"What is going on?!"

"Conditioner you're encouraging this?!"

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in total: 2

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episode 15 - electric wall

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"Well, Phone? Do you think you could use your robot arm or whatever to break the wall?"

"Hm…"

"You can call me M.A.C."

"I mean, kinda."

"What for?"

"Like… what?"

"Well, what do you want me to do?"

"Uh… I guess I could help."

"Yeah! Why is your screen light stale blue?"

"Oh. Okay."

"Yeah! Explain the stuff I never heard about!"

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in total: 11 lines

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episode 16a - calm before the storm

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"Makes sense to me!"

"Huh?"

"Blue rectangle!"

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in total: 3 lines

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episode 16b - let the chaos begin

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"Uh… you might wanna look at this…"

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in total: 1 line

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episode 16c - that's what you get, ha!

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"Y'know, I can kind of relate. That reminds me of Phone and how he was built for me to have a friend."

"Yeah."

"No, I didn't build him. It was a person i knew who built him for me."

"It was out of sympathy."

"They realized I pretty much had no one back then. No one really liked me, so I guess they felt bad and built me a new friend! They even added some cool powers too! That was pretty cool."

"Yeah, I thought I was getting some where with Blue Rectangle… but… yeahh… I just hope wherever Phone is going, it'll be safe for him."

"Yeah, thanks for listenin' Blueberry."

"Geez, I hope Towel gets outta this one. What do you think, Phone?"

"What?- PHONE! PHONE NO!"

"AH!- Oh. Hi, 3-Ball."

"…Does it look like I am?"

"It's just… I can't believe Phone would sacrifice his whole life for us. My one and only friend, is gone. Forever. I have no friends now. It was just him… and now I have nobody."

"I have. But nobody cared about me as much as Phone did."

"…Thank you."

"Wait, 3-Ball! I just wanted to say that… since I don't really have any friends at this point, will you be my friend..?"

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in total: 15 lines

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episode 16d - thank you

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"Uh… I don't think I really want to… this isn't really my thing here."

"Huh?"

"Wait, me? Really?"

"Wow, uh, thanks guys. I'd love to join your friend group."

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in total: 4 lines

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bops: episode 1 - shot in the dark

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"Yeah?"

"Just a bit bored, it's honestly boring around here…"

"Hey, Blueberry! You wanna team?"

"Oh. Okay. I get it."

"Oh. Right… Well… do you wanna team?"

"Well… aren't we the only Frozen Fighters here?"

"Yeah, I don't think it'd work anymore."

"I mean… there was a laser tag contest… but that didn't go great…"

"I don't have the best experience with these kinds of things…"

"Then I shot myself in the hide and seek contest…"

"Surpise!"

"Ow! Augh… not again…"

"I mean… it kinda is…. but-"

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in total: 13 lines

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total lines for VOO: 152 lines

(currently) total lines for BOPS: 13 lines

(currently) total lines altogether: 165 lines

episode with least amount of lines for VOO: episodes 16b and 9

episode with most amount of lines for VOO: episode 5

(current) episode with least amount of lines for BOPS: episode 1

(current) episode with most amount of lines for BOPS: episode 1

[thighmight]

Vice - Part 5

Part 5 of my story about a trans girl and a hedonistic symbiote. You can read the previous parts here! (part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4)

This is my first attempt at an actual fight scene, so I hope it turned out good!

cw: alcohol mention, cigarettes mention

Update: You can now read part 6 here!

“Hoo, that feels so much better,” Flora sighs in relief after eating a couple of the sandwiches she took and a cold drink, “I forgot how it felt to be not hungry.” She looks down at the rest of her takings, thanking that it wasn’t summer. Without a place to properly store them, these sandwiches would’ve barely lasted the day, let alone more.

“Wish I’d taken some water too, only drinking beer is gonna suck if I don’t ge-” Thwip. Thwip. Thwip.

It’s difficult to hear, but she feels like she can barely make out some weird noise. Like something in the distance is shooting out and hitting against the walls and roofs of the city.

Thwip. Thwip. Thwip.

And whatever it is, sounds like it’s getting closer! Quickly, she takes on her alien identity, looking around for where it could be. She jumps onto the billboard to look behind where she was, but… Nothing?

“An alien robbing a place for booze and cigarettes! And here I thought I’d seen everything!”

Behind her! She turns to see who’s speaking, barely noticing the sticky substance flying at her to dodge.

“Dang, you’re more nimble than you look! I must be losing my touch.”

The figure standing behind her is dressed in a red and blue costume with big white eyes, across her body and head are black lines making a web-like pattern and adorned on her chest is the figure of a spider.

“Spider-woman?!”“Heh, either this costume tells a lot or my reputation precedes me into space! So what’s your deal, purple nurple? You somehow plannin’ to make some doomsday device with all those bottles or you just tryin’ to give everyone in the city second-hand smoke?”

“Shut up! The hell do you know?!”

“I know you need to work on your landings. Or don’t, I like it when the bad guy is easy to track down.” Flora looks back towards the roofs she landed on, realising that everywhere she fell to had big, foot shaped cracks. Despite being unable to see it, she can tell there’s a shitty, smug grin behind that stupid mask.

“Whatever! You just here to bother me or are you gonna get outta my sight?!”

“Well, I was gonna beat you up and leave you hanging around for the police to collect, but if you’re feeling charitable, you could always give up what goods you haven’t already eaten and lemme take them back to the place you stole them from.”

Flora crouches down, preparing to leap at the quipping costume. “They can never just take the easy way out.”

Flora launches herself towards her opponent; flying in to land a heavy punch, missing as the hero easily dodges out of the way, flipping over her and landing a kick to her back, knocking her away more than damaging her. Regaining her footing and turning around, she sees a pair of feet rushing towards her chest! It hits hard, far harder than she was expecting, as she stumbles back. Just last night she had taken a bullet and barely felt it, but this hit through her thick and hardy skin like it was nothing!

Recovering from the shock, she’s barely able to leap out of the way of a barrage of webbing flying towards her. Bounding from her landing, she dashes at the web slinger and swings for her centre mass. Spider-Woman dodges to the side, not anticipating Flora using the momentum from her swing to follow through and attack with her left arm, morphing into a tentacle to reach her. Barely able to react, she uses her webs to force herself to limbo under it, avoiding the attack but allowing Flora to send her flying with a meaty kick to her side.

Twisting around in mid-air to land crouched on her hands and feet, she remarks, “Yeesh, guess you do have some fight in ya’! Not to mention a couple tricks up your sleeves.”

“I bet you just love hearing the sound of your own voice, don’tcha?”, Flora replies, recovering her footing from the maneuver she just pulled. Something like that isn’t going to keep working.

“Someone’s gotta!” Spider-Woman launches herself at Flora. Flora swings for her head, but misses as she ducks the punch, kicking upwards towards Flora’s chin, hitting her into the air and proceeding to fire blasts of web into Flora, encasing her in the sticky fluid. Flora struggles to keep consciousness from the hefty blow, straining to get out of the confines of Spider-Woman’s attack, but finding herself plummeting to the ground as she is swung down into the roof below.

Barely able to keep her eyes open, she sees the webspinner leaning over her freshly caught prey. “Not bad, tentacular purple thing, maybe some time with the right authorities’ll set ya’ right.”

Flora contemplates what’ll happen if she’s put away. The police certainly won’t be kind to her and regardless of how much time she’s in a cell, that’s a permanent record situation. If she was struggling to hold down a job before, there’s no way she’ll be able to keep one now! If this happens, she won’t even be able to have anything even resembling stability, let alone living her life as herself!

“Like hell am I gonna let you send me away like that! I won’t let you keep me from being me!”

“Well, it’s as they say, if you can’t do the time!”

“Stop! Acting! Like YOU know ANYTHING about ME!” Flora screams as her braid comes to life, like any of the other appendages before, making a stabbing motion towards her enemy. Her spider-senses picking it up, she barely moves out of the way, however not quickly enough. A burst of tentacles spreads out from Flora, freeing her and grabbing onto the masked hero, slamming her to the ground and trapping her there, allowing Flora to quickly collect her bags and swing out into the maze of the city.

“Quipped a lil too close to the sun, Parker…” Spider-Woman says quietly to herself in regret, freeing herself after some time and looking out into the city to find her quarry. Flora was already long gone.

In another district, hidden away between a pair of large trash bins, Flora rests again. Before this, she hadn’t really cared about Spider-Woman, never gave much thought to the webbed warrior. Now she definitely hated her, but with it she remembered how it felt, to get that one big hit in, the feeling of her footing colliding with her target, watching her fly into the distance like a doll.

This was something she wanted, no, desired more of.

[rottenbrainstuff]

Shoutout to the folks who upload LaDS videos to YouTube with audios besides the English. I know us folks who don’t play in English are in the minority, so I super appreciate the work.

Exciting to see they’re adding in more stories. I feel like they’re leading up to an actual big event announcement, and I’m getting excited. (Can you guys stop fucking replying to every one of their updates with “when are we getting x?” “Why don’t we have y yet?” Do you think whining like kids asking for extra cookies before supper is really the most effective way to get what you want? Are any of you guys parents? You know how that kind of whining just makes you want to absolutely NOT do the thing)

I’m seeing some super weird discussion about Magnum Opus and how people have a problem with MC and Sylus talking about if they can consider themselves to be dating, when they’ve had all these other intimate cards already.

I mean first of I all think it’s kind of part of the joking banter that they do,

But second of all… like… I’m just guessing this is mostly coming from people who haven’t had many, or any, adult relationships, and haven’t experienced how relationships don’t always (or even, don’t usually!) follow a neat and tidy and clear set of stage progressions all in the proper sensible order. Like. MC and Sylus aren’t some normal couple who knew each other from work and decided to have a meetcute and see if they hit it off, they have past life history with each other which makes things weird and complicated now, they are a criminal and a policeman essentially who really shouldn’t even be together, and can’t be, in public, their first meeting was when he kidnapped her for several days and had her shoot him point blank in the chest… this is not a normal relationship in any sense. And I don’t really want it to be. This is fun and interesting and messy. TBH the idea of them going on “dates” at all is unappealing to me, personally.

And then there’s the folks saying how they can’t imagine the two of them fucking before they even consider themselves to be dating. Some of you guys have some shockingly conservative ideas about sex, and I really wish you’d do some work to unpack that. But whatever your own personal preferences are, that’s one thing and I don’t care, but the general confusion about how they could be intimate like that if they weren’t dating…. Yeesh. I’ve heard some people say “well it’s because I’m (some kind of) ace so that bothers me” look, I’m some kind of ace myself so that doesn’t really work on me, I am still able to understand this concept.

Or possibly, is this coming from the idea that we are supposed to be able to entirely insert ourselves into the MC, so if she’s doing things we personally would not do, this makes the game frustrating? I’ve always found that point of view extremely weird. This isn’t Baldur’s Gate, we have very little control over the conversations and actions in these cards at all. Do you think anyone could write a scenario with no significantly different branching dialogue or actions that would make all the audience able to see themselves there and agree that they would do the same things in those situations? That’s insane. Otome games are all like this, and I know the general idea is that you’re supposed to be able to literally imagine yourself there, (which leads to the MCs in these games being so bland and generic it makes me sad) but like. For real just imagine for a moment how impossible it would be to create mostly non-interactive scenarios where the entire audience would be able to agree with all of the MC’s actions.

Anyway. I dunno. It’s whatever I guess, just, this fandom is so, so weird. Every show and movie and game I get into, the fandom ecosystem is just a little bit different from the last, it’s interesting to see which things attract what types of people, but damn this is one of the weirdest and most worrying fandoms I’ve ever observed. My opinions don’t mean jack shit because I’m the outsider here, playing this game where I am absolutely not the target audience, not even close, but damn some of you guys are really weird about stuff.

EDIT: I’m reading a bit more reactions on Instagram. Ohhhh. No, you guys are legit grossed out by the idea of people having sex before they have some kind of official commitment in place, even as pointless as that official commitment would be in a situation where you have, like I said, two people who knew each other in a complicated past life and should not really be seeing each other at all in the story. You guys really need to unpack this weird puritan stuff. That’s actually super not cool you guys. On the plus side, your future kids will probably be pretty cool, because they’ll grow up rebelling against all your weird hang ups.

[ask-fgod]

Coming back from after he fell, Error was expecting a lot of things. He can't say he didn't expect this, but somehow it still makes him angrier than he's ever been.

hey guys... guess who just finished their one-shot instead of working on their other fic!!! it me. text under cut if you dont want to click on the link.

Error didn’t know what he was expecting when he landed back into his multiverse.

But it wasn’t this.

A figure resembling him stood over Ink, a hammer hovering above him. The only reason he hadn't struck yet was the fact that Dream was holding him back. None of them had realized his presence yet, minus…

Nightmare. Unlike the others, his gaze was solely focused on him. He wasn’t doing anything to stop the figure. 

That figure, though… Who…?

“E- Error…” Nightmare breaks him out of his thoughts, and with that, all attention is placed on him. Error holds his two children, Null and Void, closer, ready to defend them at any cost. 

He isn’t holding them close because of NIghtmare, of course, but he knows Dream and Ink would do everything in their power to take them away from him. Him being the “God of Destruction” and all, surely to them he can’t be safe.

But right now, he has to deal with the fact that all eyes are on him.

“Is that…” 

“WHAT THE SHIT???”

Dream loosens his grip, and the hammer bonks Ink on the skull, hard enough to make a crack drip ink from his skull.

“Owowowow… Yeesh Blue, did you have to hit me that hard?” Ink retorts.

Blue just hits him again in response.

“AGH! Error’s here now, so you can stop beating the absolute everything out of me! I’m gonna die if you keep this up!!!”

Blue shouts back. “Do you think that I care?! The whole point is to leave you dead!!! You made it to where I kind of have to kill you because little mister ink blot won’t stop overflowing this multiverse with his bullcrap!!!”

Oh…

Oh.

Error realizes what’s going on right at this moment. Who this person is, who their role is, it’s all obvious.

And it makes him very, very angry.

He knew Ink didn’t stop when he left. He knew that someone was forced to take his place because of that. But seeing it with his own eyes is something else.

In the millenia he has lived, never before has he been so fuming.

“Void, Null.” He tries to hide the anger in his voice, pointing at Nightmare. “Go to the goopy man over there. I have to do something real quick.”

‘But Roro…” Null shyly replies.

Error looks down at him, faking a smile on his face. “Don’t worry, He may seem scary, but he’s a really nice man. He’ll keep you safe, like I do.”

Both children run off to Nightmare, Null leading Void along the way. 

With that done, and the comfort that his kids will be in safe hands, he approaches Ink.

"You." He growls at Ink, inching closer by the second.

Ink looks from one side, to the other, and points at himself. "Me…?"

Error spreads his strings through the air, and tangles up him. In his surprise, Ink doesn't run away fast enough. "Yes, you! Do you have no respect for other people? Other life???"

"Y- Yeah! Of course I do! I create things, you're the one with no respect for others!!!" He shouts back.

"Then explain," Error gestures at Blueberror, "him!!!"

"I don't know what happened to him to make him that way! Honest!!!"

The strings tighten around Ink. "You must at least know that you are a part of the reason why that happened, shouldn't you? Or are you just going to lie about that too!!!"

"Error!!! Stop!" Dream shouts.

"Keep going!!!" Blue yells.

Error keeps going. "You didn't stop when I left, even though you knew that it'd doom this place! The only reason that this multiverse hasn't collapsed yet is because of Blue!!!"

Ink just stares at him like he's stupid. Like he's making stuff up. "I have no idea what you're talking about!"

"You have," Error shakes Ink in his grip, "every idea what I'm talking about! Just admit it!!!"

"I don't know what to admit to you, Roro! I dunno 'bout anything you're saying!"

"So who made him like that, then? He retorts. "What made it to where this place needed another thing like me???"

"Uh… Hm… Erm… I dunno! Maybe ya did somethin' to him! It'd make sense, since you always blame me for everything wrong that you do."

The world goes silent. Everyone, Dream, Nightmare, Blueberror, Void, Null, and Error… especially Error, just stare at Ink.

Error closes his eyes, and takes a breath in and out. 

Calm down. 

He isn't worth your time.

Calm down. 

How could he say that?

Calm down. 

Stop thinking about it.

Calm down. 

Why did he say that?

Calm down. 

He shouldn't snap.

Calm down.

But he's going to.

"Void, Null, look away. Plug your ears. Roro is about to do something he probably will regret later." Error commands.

Nightmare blocks both of the childrens' eyes, and the both of them put their hands over their ears. 

"Wh- Whatcha thinkin of doing, Error bud? I didn't say anything bad! I'm just- just layin' it to you straight! Roro c'mon!"

Error doesn't listen. It's like he doesn't even hear him. He slowly raises his hand, high up to the point of his face.

Blue and Nightmare watch. Dream stares in horror. 

And as Error balls his fist, the strings tighten around the other God, slowly cracking him apart. 

Bit by bit, til the tension is so high that the strings quickly tie up, breaking him into pieces. 

The ink from his body stains the ground, and for that moment, Ink is gone.

Error had just killed Ink.

And for him…

It was the first time ever.

[xxskull-trooper-fortnitexx]

🛠️ @officialjohnjones (my phone doesnt have a hammer and sickle)

(Checks out, considering who's sending)

Battle Theme: Feed My Frankenstein - Alice Cooper

Battle Intro: (Skull starts)

Skull: "Death comes for us all, John Jones..."

Jones: "Technically no one dies in the loop!"

Skull: "Shut the hell up."

Victory: "And that's another... What, 5 cents?"

Defeat: "Owww... Glad Blaze didn't see that..."

Assist: "Thanks, Rocket pop!"

Dual Strike: (Skull starts)

Skull: "Looks like we have a dead man walking!"

Jones: "That is literally what you are."

Defending: "Oooohhh, That was TOTALLY about to get me-"

Taunt: "Yeesh, That attack was worse than the time I was buried alive for 3 days..."

Reacting to Taunt: "Says the guy dressed like the flag of Puerto Rico."

Flee: "Ah shit, Blaze needs me home-" *He hops in Elvira and speeds off, Flipping you off as he does so*

Reacting to Flee: "HEY! WASN'T DONE KICKING YOUR ASS YET, COWARD!"

Tie: "If only I got one more hit in..."

Perfect Victory: "You should have feared the reaper, Buddy."

Finishing Move: *Skull raises his scythe, And two skeletons armed with drum guns rise from the ground on either side of him* "RATTLE 'EM BOYS!" *Manical laughter and gunshots are heard as the camera pans up*