#also if anyone has any jokes they want to make with this format but needs different expressions or outfits feel free to edit or dm me

[felonytaxevasion]

This bootleg Canadian copy of Umineko I bought is really strange 🤔🤔 I don't remember Beatrice being trapped in a mirror

Teehee Pact Umineko because @shakertwelve 's post awoke something in me. Sprite png below if anyone wants to use them for anything

[moe-broey]

Revisited my Hel Sharena concepts and it was. A complete disaster actually. But I feel like I'm on the right track???

I have like. Maybe too many competing themes.

I really wanted a wolf in sheep's clothing motif, hence the ram horns and I planned on a wooly cape that's a shorter version of Henriette's. I was planning on designing a wolf-themed weapon.

I also wanted to call back to the Book 3 cover art, have her design also mimic Henriette in the way Lif's design mimics Gustav. I also thought it would be neat to keep elements of her base design as well -- the shorts and the belt at the waist. Plus the tiniest resemblance to Alfonse bc in my heart you cannot separate them (and if you do. Horrible things happen).

Most of all, I really wanted her to be a fun and silly character. Who's like. Actually a genuine threat. I was thinking of Junko Enoshima (sorry Danganronpa jumpscare), Heather Chandler (in the way that she speaks, literally I want to give her a bone chainsaw bc that's SO funny and also so fucking cool), and honestly a bit of Dahlia Hawthorne. Bad bitches only (ESP blonde bad bitches who haunt the narrative). Also just. Rage. Cannot forget the rage!

Plus! Here's the dress that inspired the heart cutout (thought it would look really cool w how Hel characters Are)

[exeggcute]

the leaked mrbeast production doc kills me because like, for better or worse, this guy clearly has his shit down to a science. he knows exactly what game he's playing and he knows how to play to win. the actual doc is structured well, communicates its ideas clearly, but also was thrown together by a youtube guy who paid no attention to visual formatting or proofreading. and yet as much as I hate to say it, stuff like this is actually great and widely applicable advice:

What you consume on social media, when you watch youtube, tv, the games you play, etc. are what I like to call your information diet. Chris Tyson (our first subscriber and the guy in the videos) is a wonderful example of an information diet being used to perfection. The dude is funny as fuck. I’ve never met anyone in my entire life that can make people laugh like he can and I never understood why he was so good at it until I lived with him for a few years. The dude watches an obscene amount of cartoons and stupid shit. His eyeballs exsist to inhail copious amounts of just goofy, dumb, and brain numbing content. And as a result he can quote almost any line from any episode of spongebob. He’s able to draw from so much stupid shit in his head as inspiration to make jokes and be quirky. As a result he is fucken hilarious. But let’s imagine a different Chris, let’s say instead of cartoons and stupid shit, his information diet was stocks and investing advice. And for 5 years that’s all he consumed. Do you think he’d be just as funny as he currently is? No. He in my opinion wouldn’t even be 20% as funny. If you’re a writer or director you really need to monitor and perfect your information diet. If your diet is not correct, you won’t have a good pulse on culture. I don’t want you to be a chris, in fact, I think that would probably do you harm. Talent needs to inhale cartoons so they can be funny, writers need to inhale inspiration. Let’s say there is a purple fruit in the middle of Australia that when eaten makes you 2 feet taller. If it truly did exist, you wouldn’t have known that until just right now. But now that you know of it, you can draw on it for inspiration for every piece of content you write going forward. That’s beautiful, it can now sit in the back of your mind waiting for that one video where it is needed. It might take 10 videos or even 100 but eventually you’ll be brainstorming a bit and think of the right one to use the fruit for. Apply this to everything on this fucken planet. You. Can’t. Get. Inspired. By. Things. You. Don’t. Know. Exist. So how do you learn more about what's out there in the world? How do you stay up to date on the latest memes? How do you know what’s going on with celebrities? What’s trending on youtube? What other creators are doing? What’s popping on tik tok? Your information diet. Consume things on a daily basis that help you write better content.

[stellaefelices]

On Angeal’s Wings

I just want to put forward some information I’ve come across in the Crisis Core Complete Guide because the developers have provided us with some details that go a long way towards helping us understanding his character.

Angeal receiving white wings was intended to be an indicator of his moral alignment. In Crisis Core, he is positioned as antithetical to Sephiroth because he resisted the malignant influence of Jenova and did not wish to be a force of destruction or suffering as Sephiroth did. The implication here is that Angeal and Sephiroth both had a choice.

“Nomura wanted the three SOLDIER 1sts to have different varieties of wings. He says that Angeal's wings are white to symbolize that he didn't go in a negative direction, and that Sephiroth could have been like Angeal.” (Crisis Core Ultimania, 2007)

This is further supported by the Crisis Core Complete Guide, which has this to say about wing colour:

“The wing which Genesis has on his left shoulder in this game, and which Sephiroth has on his right shoulder in FFVII and AC…According to the development staff, the wings were made black based on the notion of good and evil.”

Angeal and Sephiroth receiving their wing on the same side shows that they are directly opposite. Genesis was fundamentally different from them both, and thus received his wing on a different shoulder, but his purpose before his final battle with Zack was world destruction, and so his wing colour was black. The white wing was unique to Angeal, and the series continues to use white feather symbolism to represent him. More on that under the cut.

“Angeal teaches the principles of humanity with his words, actions, and his whole self. His honest way of life is something indispensable Zack cannot forget.” (Crisis Core Ultimania, 2007)

“Even though he succeeded Angeal’s will, Zack finds himself not only unable to help anyone but also confined in Nibelheim, and is racked by a sense of despair and powerlessness. Angeal gets him back on track, and Zack decides to rise up from it again. This decision is represented by the mental image at the start of chapter 9.

The white feature, as well as being a symbol for Angeal, is also a symbol for ‘wings’. The “wings” which cross the ‘blue sky’ is Angeal, and it also includes the hint that in order to reach those heights, dreams, he needs to overcome many difficulties.”

Given the prior information, this scene in Rebirth is of particular interest.

“Asked if there's any meaning behind the single white feather that flutters by Cloud and Zack in the opening of FFVII Rebirth, Nomura jokes that it might be hinting at something, punning on the Japanese word "anji" (暗示) and the first half of either Angeal or "angel." (FF7 Rebirth Ultimania, 2024)

This makes sense, especially considering the ending scene of Crisis Core:

I get the impression that no matter what world/timeline/Lifestream fragment Zack is in, Angeal is there to watch over him, as his will had always been to help him (as well as Genesis).

“He has said, "If you are to live as a hero, as a SOLDIER, and as a decent person, you must never forget your honor." Those words made a deep impression on his younger colleagues, especially Zack, and lived on in them.” (Crisis Core Ultimania, 2007)

Angeal is portrayed as a lasting positive influence in the world of FF7. His legacy is carried on first through Zack, and then Cloud. They are all dedicated to Angeal’s cause:

There were definitely issues with how he was presented in Crisis Core, but I think they’re trying to rectify past mistakes regarding Angeal in The First Soldier. Maybe give them a chance to do so? PSP was a highly restrictive format to try and tell a fully fleshed out story, after all.

[yawujin]

drv3 boys and how they would flirt 💭 . ★⋆. ࿐࿔

type • head canon format , cute , light hearted , non killing game , flirting , they/you pronouns used

author's note* hii , if you've been following my blog you will have noticed that i haven't been writing for dangan that much-that's just because i go through phases or fluctuations where i just focus on one of my interests at a time. thanks for reading 🪄

shuichi saihara ♡

finds any reason to talk to them

he asks sooo many questions to get to know you

he wants to see if he can find any common interests between the two of you

if he does, he finds himself thinking up any references or witty jokes he can tell you to make you laugh

his form of flirting would include making them laugh, then (with a lot of courage built up inside him) telling them how cute their laugh/smile is

rantaro amami ♡

people don't call him a playboy for nothing

even though rantaro doesn't really consider himself to be that way, his body language says otherwise

somehow he almost always seems like he is flirting

this is because; one, he isn't afraid of eye contact. two, he gets really close to them when they're speaking...

...and three, he does that thing where he "fixes" their hair whenever it's "out of place" even when it isn't

his form of flirting would be subtle touching, hinting that he really likes it when they're near. he'll only start to do it if they seem comfortable with it

k1b0/kiibo ♡

as i've written in an older post on this blog, kiibo likes to write notes/letters

i can really see him enjoying jotting down his most interpersonal thoughts on a small piece of paper, folding it and sliding it in with the many other items inside his messenger bag.

he wouldn't want anyone else to see what he writes down, unless of course, he's giving a note to them <3

kiibo's way of flirting with them would be writing down poems or haikus, his likeness for them hinted at in every word. it's either that or he writes down lyrics from his favorite love songs

korekiyo shinguji ♡

kiyo would read about the differences in how people show romantic love for each other in different cultures

there would be paragraph upon paragraph about the rules of courtship in each country

he asks if courtship is something they'd be interested in doing─or rather, having it be done to them. he's joking, of course

but in all seriousness, he would like to do something of the like with them. his form of flirting his vaguely hinting towards that, attracting them towards him-he'll never do anything they don't want.

kaito momota ♡

someone needs to let him know that it's hard to tell if he's flirting or just being nice-like he is to everybody else.

being the dudebro that he is, kaito tries to do as many push-ups in their presence as he possibly can

why? to impress them of course!

but when that trick fails, he starts becoming more direct. his form of flirting would be greeting them with a tight hug everytime he sees them. he'd also start complimenting them more often.

gonta gokuhara ♡

being as studious as he is, gonta will shyly ask if they would like to spend some time in the library together

he'll answer any questions they may have about his work with a big smile on his face. maybe their curiosity hints to them liking him back?

the way he flirts isn't too obvious, but it starts with gonta wanting to spend more time with them, especially in nature. they can expect him to take them out to watch honeybees collect sweet nectar from flowers 💐

ryoma hoshi ♡

this new crush has ryoma wanting to pick up tennis again

he spends his time playing the sport all alone, thinking about how he could start a conversation with them.

deep down, he wants to feel useful...

he asks them if they would like to learn how to play. really, he just wants to have more opportunities to see them and talk

kokichi ouma ♡

he likes to rile them up any way he can, only to say he's joking and telling them how adorable they look when they get like that─only to say that that was a lie

he'll want to leave an impression on them, get under their skin and become unforgettable in their mind

his way of flirting is quite immature, as to be expected. he makes up a nickname for them and only them as a way to get the message across

[listofwhyyouloveher]

Greasers x reader who’s a romantic goth? Like with the dark moody reds and pinks and lace clothing (kind of like Morticia Addams’ style but with slightly more color lol) Do you think any of them would dig it or find it strange?

Summary: outsiders w a romantic goth.

Warnings: mentions of religion and the devil, harmful stereotypes

Author's note: short n different format today x

Ponyboy isn't into your style at first, he isn't exactly a religious person but he knows that the devil is associated with evil and you dress in outfits that would have socs whispering about you doing satanic rituals in the bathroom at school.

Later on, he learns to like your style. He appreciates the artistry and attention to detail that goes into it, especially when the Addam's Family first aired.

Johnny likes your style but refuses to get close to you or even glance your way. He does this because his parents are ultra religious and would give him hell if he was seen hanging out with you.

Sometimes when he's feeling creative he likes to draw you in the dirt of the lot. It's not very good but he thinks he captures your essence and your long flowing black sleeves very well.

Sodapop doesn't dig your style. He's into stereotypical bleach blondes, you are quite the opposite. However he couldn't help but notice when you went from wearing all black to adding splashes of colours to your apparel.

Sometimes, in the streets, he'll compliment something about your outfit, smile when you say thank you, and turn back to watch you walk away.

Steve totally digs your style, he thinks it's tuff and that you'd curse the socs if they made you mad. He's totally one to fall for rumors and believe everything anyone says. Despite his ideas of you being supernatural, he truly might be one of the very few, not including the Curtis gang, to treat you like a human.

He'll always tell you that if you ever find a hearse for a good price that needs fixing to get him on the job and he'll have it done quicker than anything.

Two Bit doesn't think much about your style. It doesn't cross his mind. He does try to stay away from you because he doesn't want any bad influences for his little sister but as soon as he gets to know you he let's go of that idea.

He definitely made you dress like the Bride of Frankenstien for Halloween and he of course was Frankenstein.

Darry tries to keep only the best people around. He's unsure of whether or not your clothes make you a "bad person" but he quickly let's go of that notion because he saw you teaching Pony somethings. He likes your clothes, really. He thinks it's cool how you can get a bunch of random things and put it into an outfit fit for a moon deity.

With much persuasion, he has dressed up as Gomez Addams, you as Morticia and Pony and Soda as Wednesday and Pugsley. He also dressed as Herman Munster and you as his wife. (All for halloweens)

Dallas tries not to engage with you romantically. He thinks your outfits are sick but he knows you won't do what he'd want you to because you are certainly not a conformed. He'd make a lot of weird conclusions about you because of how you dress.

He has a lot of old black clothes that he let's you take and repurpose. He really likes seeing what you can do with them but he always jokes and makes it seem like you stole his stuff.

[sant-riley]

AAAAAAA IDEAAAAAAAAAH

Hi! I'm new here! I've come to bombard you with the idea of a parent of the reader's(most likely dad) showing up to the base out of nowhere.

Secret admirer,

-🐍

Omg I have my first ever emoji anon, Hi!! And yes absolutely I love this. I'm gonna try and be neutral with the parent in question so it's open to anyone :)

P.S idk how I used to format this shit I'm not checking Lmfao

[Task force 141 reacting to your parent/s showing up out of nowhere to visit]

If we're taking into account that this Simon and the og Simon have the same backstory,, its safe to say he doesn't have fond memories of his dad, though he has some for his mother.

Depending on your relationship between you and your parent/s, Ghost is either gonna point blank tell them they're not welcomed here. While Price IS above him, he isn't afraid to pull the intimidation and rank card to get them to get the hell out of there. Ghost was abused by his dad, God fucking forbid you were EVER treated poorly and he finds out.

However, even if your parent is kind, he still is uncomfortable by them being there. It makes his chest feel heavy watching you interact and it just brings up bitter memories he much rather not think of, so he won't linger around and instead go to the gun range and wait it out. He cares for you, and unfortunately, it won't ever really transfer over to your parents. Best he'd do is a stern nod and be on his way.

Soap, however, is very happy to introduce themselves and your parent swoons over his accent and likes him immediately, even if they're not the greatest of parents, Soap will make it a point to put his best foot forward and ask them if they'd want a tour.

If your mom is present she immediately likes him and isn't afraid to give you a look with an eyebrow raise saying "why aren't you dating him?". Don't get me wrong, though. He's not afraid to make smart comments and then joke it off. He's protective but not in your face kinda way.

He's definitely the type to sigh with relief when they're gone, complaining about small things he disliked about them to you openly (a lil bit of a hater but his mom raised him to not be rude to his elders okay.)

Doesn't matter who your parents are, Price intimidates them. He's the captain, and from what you've told them, he is extremely good at his job and he's a no nonsense leader, but you also mention that he's kind and he'd never leave one of his own behind.

Price talks EXTREMELY highly of you, he isn't afraid to clasp a hand on your shoulder and smile that stupid smile of his while he looks down at you in admiration.

It'd be most likely that he himself would have invited your parents without your know how, he has the ties and the authority but trust and believe if you expressed any discomfort with it, he'd rectify it and send them on their way.

Your parents may not like how particularly you close you are with such an older man but it's obvious he cares so much for you and your safety, so they take peace in that.

Gaz is probably the most easy going out of the 4, casually making conversation and if your parents are the type to play match maker, he's their #1 choice I'm not sorry, it's the truth.

Gaz sings your praises, mentioning time and time again that you've been such a good help on base and a good comrade and friend and he will thank your parents for raising you. (Imagine him taking off his hat and holding it to his chest or tipping it what if I swooned)

You KNOW he's invited to family dinners if he's ever in the area, or if he has no plans for the holidays, he's welcome at the family home. (You tell him later that he doesn't need to feel pressured but he just ruffles your hair and asks what kind of alcohol your family prefers)

[zoe-oneesama]

Hi Zoe, I saw a few asks before about a physical edition of Scarlet Lady, I'm curious how you are planning to go about it? For now I saw you talk about volume one, are you planning to make one season = one volume? Will there be any changes to the current comics? (Like color, bonuses etc.) thank you in advance!

Yes, the plan is 1 Volume = 1 Season, with Volume 5 having the finale episodes, so, extra thiccccc.

I have edited the pages to fix spelling errors and made a few changes so subtle that I can't even remember them, as well as trying to make old pages more legible. And there are bonus images and commentary to fill in the blank spots left by page bonuses.

^Here's an example bonus pictures I made for "The Pharaoh". It's the picture Alix joked about sharing with the class of Marinette dressed as Scarlet Lady, and Plagg dressed as the Black Cat statues that the group walks past at the end of the episode.

Because mixam (the ones who'll be making these books) needs pages divisible by 4, I do have some full color pages for the Volumes that happened to not fit that number nicely (so far it's just Volume 2), so look forward to that. I think I'll share those pages later this week.

Additionally, the chapters got new "headers" since they're in a new format:

^Ivan finally got his moment!

So, it's not as easy as just throwing it into a PDF and giving it out like that. I want this to be a special gift for anyone who's willing to put down money for my content - they deserve something extra for their interest, which is also why I'm not trying to spoil everything.

As for the status of everything: - Volume 1: Final Walk-through. I've gone through one draft and added a few things to match changes I made to other volumes, so after I complete a few commissions I'll be ordering in another (hopefully final!) draft. One book costs me about $60 to order, but that's because I'm not ordering in bulk. But it does mean I take plenty of time between ordering draft. - Volume 2: 2nd Draft. Volume 1 had very few errors in its first draft but Volume 2 had quite a lot, starting with the cover being so dark it was basically a black blob with green eyes (the covers are the different heroes). So I've been editing saturation on the cover and need to print just the cover locally to find the right balance. Additionally, there were a handful that accidentally got cut off, so I needed to fix those. The cover is really the biggest thing holding things up. - Volume 3: Ready for it's 1st Draft. Again, these are expensive, and after the debacle with Volume 2 I want to test print Volume 3's cover to make sure it doesn't have the same problem since it also has a lot of black. - Volume 4: Only the pages have been edited. That means I need to do chapter covers, extras, chibis, and page fillers, as well as the cover. - Volume 5: Same as Volume 4, as well as not being done with the season.

Additionally, I'm not out here trying to get sued, so I need an original product to sell with the book being a "freebie". I don't do a lot of original content, so any suggestions would be appreciated. A print? Charm? Bookmark? Stickers?...pencil?

Then there's obviously the store to use, launching a page, creating marketing materials~ All super fun -_-

[gonktroll]

Imma need u to hand over some Bruce, Creek and Guy hcs 😳🤲🏼

Author's Note:

hiiiii nonnie i can do that for you easy peasy :3 ok so i lied its not easy,, writing is so haaardd,, but we must persist !! i'll be real these are three trolls i don't really think about often...sorry i lied again i think about creek so much...looking back there's more of him than anyone else im so sorry !! lemme know if the formatting is broken or any typos!! also feel free to send in requests also,, the box is open still

on a side note, when did the format tools on tumblr get so crappy?

RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS

Characters: Bruce, Creek, and Guy Diamond

Word Count & Time: 2, 721 words and 10 Minutes Read. Writing took around Two Weeks. Warnings & Tags: NSFW, Minors Do Not Interact! Contains: fluffy/romantic headcanons, mentions of children & having children (bruce and guy), cake by the ocean by dnce is there i guess, insecurity (bruce and creek), dirty talk (bruce and creek), body worship (bruce), overstimulation (bruce), voyeurism (bruce), cuckoldry (bruce), depictions of a toxic relationship (creek), jealousy (creek), outdoor sex (creek), oral sex (creek), orgasm denial (creek), dacryphilia (creek), power dynamics (creek), genitalia descriptors.

BRUCE

Let it be said: Bruce wants nothing more than to take care of you, please let him nurture you. Let him secure you emotionally, psychically, and mentally. Just let him take the pressure off your shoulders, even if it's for a short while. Do you need help with cleaning up? He's already got the mop and broom ready. Are you getting started with dinner? He's hopping in the kitchen to prep with you. Sparing time is the least he can do for you. You don't even have to ask him to help out, he's already ready to go.

Wouldn't pass up the opportunity to be a little mischievous towards you. Your boyfriend has bad dad jokes, boyish pranks, and an impish banter to behold. He'll have you busting a seam from laughter but he can't help himself. Bruce thinks you look best when you're smiling.

Catching a glimpse of any giggly children and their parents makes his heart yearn for you. Would you want a family like this? What kind of trolls would both your children be? These thoughts follow him for the rest of the day.

He's actively trying to leave Brozone in the past so he can look forward to his future with you. But, sometimes he can't resist showing off to you. He has to let you know how amazing of a singer and dancer he was (and still is). Please, be proud of him.

This troll is a romantic at heart, Bruce is always planning a secret date of some kind. Whenever you briefly mention something you're interested in, he's definitely ironing out the details to make it happen. Seeing the look of surprise on your face during the date makes it all worth it.

He doesn't mind what kind of date you plan, but if you want to make him happy, he loves dates that involve water activities. For instance, a romantic bath with rose petals and soft music is something he'd appreciate. Similarly, a date on the beach with a candlelit dinner would be perfect, and he might even serenade you with 'Cake by The Ocean'.

Playing the role of 'the Heartthrob' for a long time before suddenly creating a new identity has made Bruce feel insecure. He wants to be more than just 'the hottest troll ever' to you. He is more than just a pretty face with rock-hard abs. When you acknowledge who he is and validate his emotions, his stomach starts flipping and his heart is doing somersaults. You might actually be too good for him…

Showing genuine emotions to him and sharing personal moments will get him hotter under the collar than explicit words or seductive clothing ever could. Simply being authentic with each other is enough to spark his desire to be physically intimate with you.

It won't take much to convince Bruce to try something new with you. He loves experimenting and even if it doesn't work out, both of you can laugh about it later.

Bruce isn't fond of quickies, public sex, or rushed sex, he would prefer to take his time with you and hates the idea of being interrupted. There's no set schedule, but you make time for each other. It's best when it's just the two of you and all the time in the world.

During making love, Bruce will always prioritize the experience you're making together. If your legs aren't trembling and your voice isn't hoarse afterward, then he isn't doing his job correctly.

Bruce will talk throughout the whole affair. If he wants a reaction out of you or coax your attention, words are his weapon of choice. A quick aside of sweet teasing to quickly fluster you or lecherous murmurs along the shell of your ear while his hips languidly plunge into your insatiable warmth. Feel free to return his energy and talk back to him, he welcomes it.

There will never be a session where Bruce doesn't lavish you with endless praise and worship your body. You will always be told how attractive and precious you are to him.

He secretly worries you'd find it slutty but he's very interested in watching other trolls flirt with you and has fantasies of watching you fuck someone else. It would take him time to admit it to you, but you may get suspicious of how worked up Bruce gets after someone tries to make a pass at you.

Underneath those beach-bum shorts, Bruce is packing. His sheath is chubby, giving the impression that it's petite or compact. However, make no mistake: Bruce is a grower and it's meaty at full length.

GUY DIAMOND

Get ready to date one of the most dramatic trolls of all time - Guy Diamond. He does everything with emphasis and panache, and why wouldn't he? As an iconic troll, he shouldn't have to limit himself to others' expectations, and he appreciates that you recognize this. Guy is looking for someone who would never ask him to tone it down - in fact, he wants you to encourage him to turn it up! He's not going to dim his glow for anyone, and you make him want to shine even brighter.

Every time he expresses his love, it's extraordinary. He might put on a grand musical performance, surprise you with an extravagant gift, or take you on an unforgettable date night. Guy just has to let you know how much he cares and regular displays of affection just won't do.

Guy Diamond is a unique Pop Troll, possibly the only one, with the special ability to auto-tune his voice. He loves to show off his talent by hitting high notes and emphasizing particular words, all to get you to compliment him. If you tell him how 'cool and special' he is, he will feel elated and proudly strut around like a peacock.

Guy is known as 'THEE Glitter Troll', so it's only natural that his partner should be as stylish and cool as him. However, he sometimes tries to improve his partner's fashion sense or curtail their negative personality traits. This can put pressure on the relationship, as no one likes to be told they're lame. It takes some time for Guy to realize that he is dating his partner for who they are, not who he wants them to become.

You'll have to adjust to his extreme stubbornness. It's even more frustrating when he is aware of the consequences but still chooses to proceed. Unless you have a fondness for men who behave stupidly, it will require a lot of patience until he learns his lessons the hard way.

Another way Guy expresses his affection is by pampering you. He's always looking for opportunities to help you out with anything. He reminds you to take some time out and practice self-care whenever you're feeling overwhelmed. He's also concerned with your health, making sure you eat well and get some exercise. If you haven't socialized much, Guy has no problem taking you to a party today. He reassures you that taking care of you is never a burden, and knowing that you are happy means everything to him.

Raising Tiny Diamond had a positive impact on Guy Diamond's maturity, which is clear in his relationship with you. He has grown more considerate of others' feelings, and more thoughtful about the consequences of his actions. Instead of diving in impulsively, he takes the time to discuss plans with you. He also spends more time contemplating what he wants from your relationship long-term.

Guy loves it when you plan date nights including Tiny. Spending quality time with the two Trolls he loves most makes his heart sing. Watching you show love to Tiny Diamond by playing or singing touches a special place in his heart. He may not say it aloud, but he's started to think of the possibility of having another baby - with you this time.

He doesn't have a preference for who guides or receives during sex, but he likes to lean back and let you take the lead. Guy is not selfish at all, you won't be unsatisfied that's for sure. He believes that making love with you means sharing yourself with each other - and we all know Guy Diamond isn't afraid to share himself with anyone.

When it comes to sex, he will never be afraid to be open about his interests and desires and he expects the same from you.

It's still a mystery how nude trolls hide their genitals but Guy Diamond is rather average in terms of size. And yes, the sheath and balls are glittery.

CREEK

Let's address the elephant in the room: Creek is not a pleasant troll to date.

On one hand, Creek strives to present himself as a reasonable, enlightened voice that brings positive energy to the village. He enjoys the significance he holds and especially wants your respect. On the other hand, he uses this mask to hide his judgmental nature. He is well aware of his social status and takes advantage of it to behave inappropriately. Most trolls cannot comprehend the extent of his behavior which makes it all the easier to manipulate them. You must understand that you will not be the exception as his partner.

Creek will use dating you as a 'shield' to embolden his behavior even more. He's a well-liked troll with an interesting partner and has the Queen's favor as a friend acquaintance. Surely, a well-adjusted and repentant troll like Creek wouldn't cause any issues.

Confronting him on his behavior is draining, not because there is shouting or bickering between you, but because he maintains his calm and refuses to acknowledge anything. He patronizes you and then sidesteps any issue you bring up. He won't admit his wrongdoing or promise to improve, instead suggests that you're blowing things out of proportion. He insists that you should be content with your relationship and the special bond you both share.

Despite his glaring faults, you see glimpses of the troll you love underneath. When you're overwhelmed, Creek is always there to help you calm down and plan your next steps. If someone's intruding on your boundaries, he's present to redirect them without escalating the situation any further. He's not always willing to prioritize someone else's issues over his own desires, but he would try for you at least.

Makes it a point to tell you how much he loves you and how special you are to him every day. It is disgustingly sweet, especially to anyone who may be nearby to witness. Creek lavishes you with pet names, sappy proclamations, and over-the-top public displays of affection, especially whenever Branch is around. He grazes his soft hand along your cheek with a tender declaration of his adoration or brushes his forehead against yours as he greets you first thing in the morning.

It seems that Creek has an infinite supply of affectionate nicknames just for you. These names can either make you blush with delight or annoy you to no end. Although he could simply use your real name, he prefers calling you 'Angel', 'Darling', or 'Sweetheart' as these names more accurately reflect his feelings for you. Your adorable reactions only encourage him to use them more often.

He writes songs and poems about you to express how you make him feel or reminisce about the memories you've made together. He surprises you by performing an emotional ballad at sunset, singing about how your beautiful eyes meeting his makes his heart skip a beat. Though he would never admit it, when he was held captive by Chef, those poems and songs helped him maintain his sanity.

You're both known to the village as a pair of lovebirds, despite Creek's difficult personality traits and your immense patience. It comes as a surprise when one of you announces the end of the relationship, usually accompanied by tears. Creek appears unfazed as he continues to run his meditation/yoga classes and engage in village events. He tells anyone who asks that the break-up was mutual, though you were more emotional than he. It's only partially true, he was more dumbfounded than he'd like to admit. Once you start moving on, he becomes secretly anxious and slinks his way back into your life before someone else can. It's no surprise when you're both back together within a week.

Underneath all the enlightenment chatter, manicured appearance, and insincere behavior, Creek is insecure about his place in the world and his community. He wants to control what others think of him and prove his worth to secure his position. You can constantly assure him with words, actions, and gifts, but until he feels secure in himself, it won't make any difference. To Creek, this isn't a problem; he'll just do whatever it takes to keep you around - morality be damned. He deserves happiness as much as any other troll.

Creek has included you in his yoga classes, claiming that he wants to "maintain your enchanting aura". Depending on the difficulty of the regimen, he either treats you as his top-performing student to praise and use as an example or his problematic student who needs additional attention. Despite the playful banter and flirtation, he maintains a professional demeanor in front of others. However, private classes are an entirely different matter.

Private classes for you and him are usually held at his place, where he has the necessary equipment, or out in the forest where he's previously found a quiet spot. The sessions start with some light banter, stretching, and warm-ups, followed by vocal affirmations, until Creek decides that your form is in desperate need of coaching. He starts with gentle sweeps along your limbs and then to more sensitive areas as he guides you into position. He flirts unabashedly with you, using honeyed words and heated glances to gauge your interest before nudging things further. It's a fun game to see how far you can both go.

Let him put his mouth to work on you, Creek is talented at more than just talking. He's obsessed with teasing you, his nimble fingers soothing your heat with languid motions as he watches you with eager, hungry eyes. Plead with him to give you the release you so desperately need, his tongue is dying to taste you.

Creek takes great pleasure in denying your orgasm, causing you frustration to the point of tears. Seeing those pretty streams down your cheeks as you hold back your sobs while he grinds agonizingly slow into you. You can ask him to speed up, but why should he? The turmoil painting your face is sweeter than he could have imagined.

You'll have to let Creek take control when it's time to play, he gets resistant if you try to imply that you want to take the lead. When he's in charge, it's never in an expected 'dominant' way. Instead, it's about using his words and your body's reactions to break you down into an absolute mess. Doesn't it feel good to shut off everything else and let Creek make you happy?

It takes so long to coax Creek to allow you to be dominant, skinning back layers of excuses and bitter self-reflection. He's hesitant to have you hold the reins and to just let himself relax. He's more afraid of the sentiment he may not be enough, especially if isn't able to do it himself. Like most situations with Creek, it will take a lot of patience and communication to ease his mind - and he'll never truly be at ease.

Once he discovers how relinquishing control feels, he's nearly appalled by how his treacherous body is responding to you. You praise him as you hover above him, murmuring to him about how he's doing "such a good job" and that he's your "good boy" as your hands ghost lower and lower. Creek is aghast that he isn't disgusted by this, telling himself to just flip you over and demonstrate how it's really done. All that guttural and depraved keening surely isn't coming from his mouth. Afterward, he can't deny that loss of control frightens him, but it's just so…erotic too.

This troll is both a grower - and it shows. Those low-waisted yellow sweats do little to 'hide' his sheath and he is well aware.

[impulsivesuperrobin]

i saw a post talking about neverafter slander on twitter so i went to check it out

here are some thoughts: (keep in mind, i’m not calling anyone out or saying your opinion isn’t valid if you agree with one of these points. try to read this as a light hearted discussion, like talking about a book with a friend)

a lot of it is people saying the season wasn’t horror enough and while i agree it’s not exactly as straightforward horror as the marketing suggested i think that that’s a take that is fundamentally misunderstanding what this is. it’s the horror season of dimension 20 which is a d&d show first and foremost. it’s not going to be following the beats of a horror movie because that’s not what they’re doing. when you run a horror campaign you fold in horror elements which they have been excellent at doing especially in the eldritch and existential categories

not to make assumptions but it seems to me that a lot of people making a big fuss about this haven’t played d&d for themselves. the things i have seen suggested the most for making the season more in line with the horror people were expecting involves turning the campaign into a more dm vs players situation (which is joked about a lot in fandom but in more of a meta humor way than is being suggested). this is something that anyone who has ever played in a bad campaign knows makes it a hell of a lot less fun to play and, i’m assuming, not so fun to watch either. the point of playing d&d is to work together to tell a story, if you go into to making a campaign with the goal of making your players lose, everyone is going to be miserable and your story is going to suck.

following that, some people are ragging on brennan for forgetting details and not having the lore entirely fleshed out. as someone who does unnecessary worldbuilding for homebrew campaigns every single time, i would just like to say on behalf of dms everywhere: it’s hard! there’s so much stuff to keep track of and so little time to keep the lore straight if you want the session to keep moving smoothly, i’m sure it’s even harder when you have a limited time to film the episodes/season

and maybe it’s just me, but i love horror movies (and other media) and neverafter is about as scary as most horror movies i’ve seen. it’s definitely better written than a lot of horror movies, we get to know the characters and are fully invested in them when bad things happen. it’s sort of on the level as the hellraiser reboot imo. some people make the point that besides the body horror, there’s not enough gore/blood kinda stuff, but i think gore isn’t truly horror, especially in a spoken format. it’s more of a shock factor thing, like a verbal jumpscare

and i’ve seen people saying that the pcs are too much like heroes/they’re too capable to be in any real danger, but in a horror movie, most of the bad things happen around the protagonist(s), they’re still thrown into the shit but most of the time they make it out. horror as a genre is so ill-defined anyway that people still debate if slashers and thrillers even count. plus, how many times in a movie has a side character been forgotten or something about the lore has been off? and that’s with multiple people overseeing the production.

jumping away from the “it’s not like the horror movie i envisioned” complaints, i’ve also seen a lot of people say it’s confusing??? and tbh i’m more confused about that than the campaign. to me it’s pretty straightforward, no more confusing than starstruck at the very least.

for the big picture: it’s different factions of people with conflicting (but occasionally overlapping) goals than all need to get to macguffin in order to reach whichever goal they’re aligned with

the pcs have their own character arcs which are very clearly laid out throughout the season

the minute details are there because that’s how you make your world feel lived in

and yeah, there’s a lot of potential in the stuff they could’ve done but didn’t. but i feel like that’s the whole point, y’know? this is the story they did tell, and the thousands of other ways they could’ve told the story live on like every retelling of a fairytale.

[ang3lofdivinity]

☂𝙶𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚡𝚢 𝙼𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚢☽˚｡

Relationship(s): Hazbin Hotel (Platonic - some Romantic ideas as well) + Acheron!Reader

Format: Stories + Headcanons

Genre: Fluffy goodness, but of course angst is in here as well

Warnings: Spoilers for Hazbin, Spoilers for Honkai Star Rail, Angst, Valentino, toxic behaviors and everything, normal hell activities, swearing, reader is just like Acheron (even with clothes), violence, gore, toxic behavior (ahem that memokeeper), discrimination, suicidal/dark thoughts, emetophobia, cannibalism.

A/N: Wrote this in the night, so this’ll be decently bad…. Um. ALSO. I’ll get to my asks after this, I promise. There’ll probably be a different version of this where reader makes it in heaven / where the reader gets with the Vees :)) - Also.. YOU GET A SONG!!?!,‘Clawed’ hand refers to the claw jewelry Acheron has for you :33 Thank you to @littlewonders7 for the main idea for this fic! Also note: Reader is NOT Acheron, they are only similar. Skin color, hair, etc is up to you (but I decide your outfit. Because I say so.)

Side note: This is mainly a STORY fic, and an overview of where the Reader will end up with some Headcanons, this will be continued in another part because this took WAY TOO long to write.

A rush of pain flows through your head, accumulating a headache which blooms like a flower. A flower thats poisonous vines with prickly thorns wrap around, it creates pounding sensation in your skull that hurts more than you could possibly fathom, furthermore it causes the feeling of a throbbing sensation behind your oculus’s. Luckily enough, it feels as if they’ve been shut tight considering there’s absolutely nothing you can see but pure darkness. However, during your time as a Galaxy Ranger from years ago, to now (where you still have no-one)- you’ve learned to use your other senses if in need of it.

The ground beneath you felt far too warm to be any normal location within any planet you’ve visited so far, or one you’ve been to before as a matter of fact. It’s so.. uncomfortable. So much so that you swear you can feel yourself sweating, trickling down. This makes you believe you’re flat on your back, but you can’t exactly pinpoint on what, and it’s making you nervous. You barely get nervous over things like these.

What were you doing before this?.. 

. . .

“Memokeeper, do you not understand the definition of ‘I wish to be alone’? Have you no respect nor decorum? You continuously insisting on interfering with my personal affairs will do no good for your reputation in my book.” Your voice unintentionally sounded harsher than you intended, but the anger swirling within leaving a bitter taste on your tongue made it all the more infuriating that someone was constantly prodding into your business. It’s.. awkward. The different length high-heeled black boots you’re wearing click against the pavement of the sidewalk, the red parasol you’re carrying covering the glimmering light of the moon, streetlights stationed on almost every sidewalk, along with all sorts playing on the televisions shining down.

The stubborn memokeeper beside you strides along, hands behind their back as they laugh at your, as what they believe, antics.

Barely anyone is walking the streets of the city from what you can tell from the bright florescent lights of lampposts, considering it’s night. There’s barely anyone around you two..

“Oh, please. You think I’d leave a criminal like you freely tread around the city knowing you could kill another innocent citizen here?” Your gloved hand tightened around the handle of the parasol, oculus’s narrowing down at the tips of your heels as you try to relax yourself, feeling your blood boil at their words.

“No wonder you can’t love yourself..” They mumbled under their breath, chuckling at their unfunny joke.

“A Galactic monstrosity like you… I can understand.”

This is what they want: a reaction out of you. You’re not going to submit to their demands.

“Wow. How impertinent and immature of you, █████ ████. Accusing me of a crime which I am merely a suspect in, with not even enough grounding evidence that can actually prove me to be the true culprit. I never thought you could stoop this low.” After your decently blunt words, you attempted to ignore the memokeeper.

Thankfully enough for you, they were keeping silent for most of this walk. Looks like they were getting the hint.

Until their footsteps stop.

And it makes you stop in your tracks, about to turn on your heel.

That is until you feel something slamming against the back of your skull, coupled to the blood rushing through. Stumbling forward, you struggle to keep yourself up on your feet- struggle to keep yourself awake even for crying aloud.

And you can no longer keep your balance.

Gentle fingertips graze against the back of your head where the blood is gushing out as it oozed to the back of your neck, the thick fluid no warmer or cooler than your own skin. No-one was there to witness the crime they had committed. How lovely! You looked to be paling rapidly, collapsed on your side. They rubbed their thumb over their index and middle finger, smearing the liquid on their glove in a circular motion. Staring blankly at your pathetic form- they smiled, resting their blood-soaked hand over the wound which caused a soft lavender light to illuminate from beneath it.

They weren’t heartless. But of course, they weren’t just going to heal you all the way!

Pulling their hand away, they slipped their non-blood covered hand into one of their pockets, pulling out a tarot card: a simple main color, being black, is mixed with intricate golden designs curling around it. But then, they started chanting something you couldn’t make out:

What’s going on?..

. . .

The atmosphere around you feels more humid than ever, not only that- it appears to be very different from other planets you’ve ventured: it’s also choleric, disorderly, and noxious. Though, you’re still alive. It must have something keeping you breathing in this unfamiliar environment.

Your hair is the only thing cushioning your head, still resting against the rough surface of the ground beneath you. Trying to move your arms, you take notice of how heavy your bones feel, like something is restraining them. This could not get any worse. They fall back slack against the surface of the ground, the hot

Furrowing your brows together, you attempt to for your eyes open despite how this migraine is progressing along with the heavy feeling of your eyelids keeping your eyes shut tight. You have to get them open. You have to get up. Slowly, you find yourself cracking open your eyelids just enough that they’ve raised just enough that they’re half-lidded.. which was actually harder than you thought. What the actual hell is going on??

Blurry, almost like a white fuzz effect is causing everything to appear blurry to you. Your pupils start to dilate as you essay to comprehend your surroundings.

Something bright is burning—

Oh wait.

..The Sun?

Or at least, something akin to a sun. It’s only making everything worse the longer you try to stare at it.

Drawing your attention away from the blinding light, you find it lingering on the sky, which is a wine red color and a ribbon red pentagram at the very top, almost like a sigil. Looking at all of this at once made the throbbing migraine slowly become worse, causing you intake a sharp breath through gritted teeth.

It was painful.

It hurt just to be awake in this moment, and you didn’t want that. But does a Galaxy Ranger ever give up during times of confusion and harm?

You want to.

You really do.

Maybe all of this would end, and you could just feel at peace for once in your goddamn life.

Nevertheless, you found yourself forcing one of your arms to move to pinch your shoulder, just to confirm you were in the Reverie hotel and this was just some odd nightmare. But it wouldn’t work. You know that. If this was the Reverie, you would’ve been able to awake in your hotel room, or even in a place like Golden Hour.

The small flash of pain from the pinch was still lingering on your skin, however you could care less in this moment. You needed to get up. With a huff of pain, you’ve propped yourself up on your elbows (despite the long and drawled out process it took in order to get yourself in that position), struggling to keep your eyes open and yourself awake. There’s no point in falling asleep when you’re already up. Plus, you won’t be able to fall asleep once again that easily, unfortunately. It’s by far one the worse feelings by far.

The pit within your stomach, creating a strange sensation that causes unease makes you want to continue to try and rest (even if it’s futile), but you don’t follow it, and instead manage to bring yourself to get on your knees. You’re trying to ignore the aching pain that’s practically taking over your body with every action you take by overwhelming yourself with a singular thought.

The ‘death’ awaiting you when your end finally arrives.

Served on a silver platter.

Huffing, you finally take a moment to let your eyes adjust to your surroundings: you’re, in what it appears to be, a vast and overcrowded city. How overwhelming and inconvenient.

The more you overlook this megalopolis ablaze with neon lights flickering on and off, the more it made you dizzy and worsen your migraine symptoms. Yet you take a deep breath.

You ignore it.

The best you can- at least.

You attempt to keep looking, noticing that some of these signs actually have some words on them- indicating what they have in store for any living person within this metropolis. Casinos, nightclubs, adult film studios, brothels, restaurants, television stations, and hotels are only a few things that you could name. What gets you to tear your gaze away is, what appears to be, a large clock tower glowing ever so brightly glowing with a golden hue as if blessed by the aeons themselves.

In a way, it makes you feel even more sick.

A rotten feeling. Truly.

It hurt more horribly than you originally thought.

…

There’s no ignoring this anymore, you have to find something to relieve your pain.

But you’re in an unfamiliar location.

Realizing you’ve been laying on a warm cobblestone pathway, on the near outskirts of any human interactions.

Where theres far too many individuals bustling around whom you can’t even see from here. But, thanks to the indistinct chattering of people and clicks of the heels of shoes tell you everything you needed to hear.

And what if no-one recognizes you?

Maybe that’s for the better, though. You would much rather have no-one know who you are than at least one person who does (that is, if you don’t have much of an intimate relationship).

The vertigo lingering around has made it that you could care less at this point.

Does this planet have an apothecary somewhere?

A quiet sigh escapes past your lips while your hand glides down to find the hilt of your long sword, which isn’t hard to find considering your position. With a hum of satisfaction, you carefully begin to stand up, the heels of your shoes clicking as you first begin in a lunge to raise yourself up. The vertigo almost makes you loose your balance, yet you continue.

Theres no other option.

You can never turn back — the path behind is gone.

That’s what you’ve always said, after all.

Driving yourself forward, you’re able to fully stand up and be able to take a few steps forward, but not without stepping on something that causes you to look down.

..Your parasol?

Retracting your heel, you take a moment to stare at it. You haven’t broken anything, it’s just almost caused you to lose your balance by the round handle.

Without a second thought, you slowly get down on one knee and grab it by the handle before arising back up from your spot, and open it as it unfurls before you. It feels.. comforting, just to have something that’s a memorabilia of sorts. It makes you nearly forget the other so despondent feelings dissipate. Slightly, that is.

A soft smile graces your lips, letting out a small sigh of relief.

Yet when you turn your head to look back at the very large city… you decide to head on over to one of the more safer looking buildings to find directions, and where to get out of here again. After-all, you don’t wanna be stuck in here longer than you have to be.

You haven’t even finished your mission on Aureon yet..

Not only that, but considering the amount of people after you- along with that large bounty placed over your head.. it’d be best if you didn’t dawdle around some unfamiliar location for too long. Who knows what could happen to you.

The melodic clicks of your heels sound out as you lower your head to look down at the tips of your heels, your parasol blocking out many of the Illuminating lights ahead. As you stroll through the oppressively humid city, you try to remain.. oblivious to the world around you. However, the sound of.. sloshing catches your attention. It’s grotesque… far too grotesque for your liking, and coupled with the rotting smell that hits your nose— it leaves you with an unpleasant feeling that you cannot describe.

It makes you feel physically sick.

Aeons— is someone chewing on something?? Why does it sound so awful? Why is your gut instinct telling you to run away, just anywhere else that isn’t here??? Your free hand reaches down to the hilt of your sword for some form of self-reassurance, trying to think rationally of the situation.

Until you simply cannot take the suspense.

You tried, you truly tried. But those aeon awful noises are making you far too agitated for no reason, it makes you want to throw up right here and now.

Tentatively, you raise your parasol, only to witness some.. far too peculiar things that make you regret ever looking.

Cannibals. They’re eating each-other. The blood spilling from the corpse they’ve violated, and it looks raw. Fresh, brand new for crying aloud. As if they grabbed some random individual to commit these.. heinous acts on. They grip onto the poor victims clothes and now limp body, ripping, gnawing, tearing at the skin as they devour the victim. And nobody even bats an eye. It.. somewhat makes sense as you survey further. All of the denizens here look like goddamn demons the more you look over them. You see things on fire, citizens running all-about the city, and what appears to be on the TV’s are.. less than pleasant to rest your eyes on.

Your eyes widen with terror, trying to comprehend what’s even happening.

It isn’t until someone approaches you from behind do you feel the amount of fear equivalent to when back on your home planet. Back when they—

Before even thinking twice, or at all for that matter about what you’re going to do, which your thoughts are all too fast for your liking as you can’t even catch up. That is, before you use your long sword- still within it’s scabbard, deftly turning on your heel as you slice the individual behind you in-half.

It was an automatic response. An instinct. It’s not your fault. It’s NOT your fault—

Your legs automatically move backward before you twirl around once again and dash forward, making you sprint faster than you’d ever had. You need to make it to that building.

You need to get out of the streets.

You have to get out.

Y̸o̴u̷ ̷h̶a̶v̷e̷ ̷t̷o̸ ̴g̶e̶t̶ ̶o̶u̴t̸.̷

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It doesn’t take long till you’re at the entrance, where you dart into a small, tube-like elevator, desperate to escape, just to find solace or help somewhere else before you’ll find yourself in an much more horrible predicament than now. Where you’ll have to reveal something that could be seen as.. more terrifying, perhaps.

As the doors close and the elevator ascends, you can't shake the feeling that you're being watched (because you are. Why is a human-like being here?) where the dreadful sensation of unease washes over you. It makes you lightheaded, or make you feel like it. You move your gaze away to look down instead of outside. Taking heavy breaths, you try to figure out what the hell is going to be your next course of action.

There’s cannibals, no other human-like beings in sight, someone possibly with the malicious intentions come up right behind you, no sort of guards here, no hope.

Damn the apothecary now, you need to get out of this.. hell.



Hearing a small ‘ding’ sound that rings out as you arrive on whatever floor it’s mandated to, you find yourself finally opening your eyes after the countless times you’ve tried at least tried you relax yourself and your racing thoughts.

Your hand instinctively finds itself on the intricately designed scabbard by the side of your hip while your brows knit together as you survey around.

No-one as of currently is around, but this place certainly has to be one of business given the multiple tube-like elevators all stationed in, what you suspect, to be a lounge or hallway of sorts. The dark grey tiles are in-front of each of these elevators, which you also notice to have silver insignia’s at the top of them, with the other part of the tube changing into a ribbon red with the same dark grey colored swirls. There’s red wine tinted windows all around, some in front of you having some sort of badges with similar formatting and designs (specifically with the weapons appearing to be made out of the same materials).

The fluorescent lighting is somewhat dim, which you’re more than grateful for. Though, the fragrance of rich perfume which has been previously spritzed all around, or what it seems, isn’t very strong but- reminds you of some sort of hospital scent… just made with some more sweeter and pleasant oils of sorts. There a red carpet draped down the middle of the floor, where you see some stairs and a double-door meeting room.

Lucky guess?

A part of your mind tells you to approach, yet the other- more rational part tells you to not to.

If anything does try to threaten you, you can always be able to unleash some of the true power you hold. As long as these beings aren’t stronger than you, you should be able to take them.

No?

Exiting the elevator, you quickly tread upon the carpet, one of your hands still resting on the scabbard of your sword. It isn’t until you rest your ‘clawed’ hand against the upper part on one-side of the door, do you feel the cool sensation of dread wash over you.

If you await any longer, you’ll look like a fool and be exiled out with no help (probably).

..You find yourself opening the door, and the dread.. subsides for a moment as you survey the room: there are at least 8 cushioned chairs with a softer pink color with a certainly- detailed design. The long ivory table is placed perfectly in the center with a similar design to the chairs, and a dark grey table cloth down the center of it (or is it painted?… you cannot tell).

Theres a projector screen in the back—

“Unsought guests are not allowed on the premises, let alone anyone breaking in without me or any other authorized being who I trust given permission.”

When you hear another voice, your head whips to the cause of it- behind you. You quickly raised up your sheathed blade in a protective manner as you stare at the being:

They’re unusually tall, with light gray-skinned who has their long white hair with black streaks. It’s styled into large horns by thin, ballerina-like black ribbons.

They have a darker-colored marking that appears similar to a mask on their face around their eyes, which have white irises and red sclera. The rest of their arms and hands are colored white, it seems. Something that sticks out to you however, is with their hands being rather large in proportion to their body.

They wear an off-the-shoulder black dress with white buttons and white stripes located down the front and at the rim of the spiked skirt, which includes hot pink lining. They also wear black waist-length stockings covered by white ballerina shoelaces.

“I don’t trespass on your property with any malicious intentions whatsoever. I am only here to ask for some.. assistance. Nothing much— I simply need directions.” Your voice is firm as you lower your weapon. But, you’re still on guard with your shoulders tense and eyes narrowed.

They look down at you for a moment, almost condescendingly before their eyes drift to your weapon.

“And .. I’m just supposed to believe you have no harmful intentions when you’re carrying that around, and nearly insinuated you were going to harm me?” They raise an eyebrow, an almost repulsive expression on their face. You shake your head, before speaking again.

“Understand that this is used purely for my protection. It has become a habit for me to keep it up, knowing I could never be safe in a clearly different environment. Also note that I don’t even know who you are, nor what.. any of this is. I’m not from here, and purely came for where to find out where an apothecary could be around here. I can say for certain I have enough problems, and I’m not looking for any others anytime soon.” Quick. That’s the first thing that comes to the strangers mind as they realize your situation.

But, you can tell they still don’t trust you enough.

“Sharp tongue, hm? Yet you come here without any knowledge of this place, you say? How can I know you don’t work for anyone and are simply here to try and attack, or manipulate me? Why shouldn’t I kill you here and now?” Folding their hands behind their back, they straighten their posture, walking right past you while you turn on your heel to look at them.

“That is the only thing I implore you for. Directions. Then I’ll be right out of your business. I have to figure a way to get back to the planet I was at and finish my duties there as well, so I’m not even staying here long, I’m… not even sure how I got here.” It’s noticeable that your voice drops in pitch a bit, lowering your head as you rest your free hand on the center of your collarbone.

You can tell they’re pondering something as they stare you down.

Aeons this feels awkward.

Perhaps that’s why the sudden dreadful sensation came back to fully drown you in a cool, empty abyss.

Cold sweat is the first thing you feeling as everything becomes muddled. In your vision, white spots start appearing accompanied by a faint ringing sound that gradually gets louder to the point you think your eardrums are going to bleed. A gasp escapes past your lips as you try grounding yourself.

“..How am I to…….”

You know you don’t have one- but it felt as if you had a fever, which grew hotter much to your distaste, it made you clammy. It wasn’t until you felt like you were going to throw up that you stopped feeling the rise in temperature that very clearly did not stop even if you didn’t feel it.

Although you thought that whatever was starting to wash over you was subtle, the being in front of you immediately took note of your sudden shift in appearance and demeanor.

I mean, if you could just look at yourself: You were doubled over, arms wrapped around your abdomen. The way your eyes became unfocused and you slurred your words, trying to respond to their queries even in your current state. How.. thoughtful.

Perhaps you weren’t working with some despicable organizations, such as the Vee’s.

..yes. That has to be true. How do you have such a human appearance otherwise? You obviously can’t be from here… did a human find some sort of rip between their world and this hellscape? No- how do you have a sword???

What caused them to snap out of their train of thought was the sound of you collapsing onto the floor.

…

Goddamit.

. . .

Jolting upward from whatever this newly soft material underneath you is, you find yourself nearly screaming, yet— you were able to realize while thinking about it more- that it could lead to something more catastrophic. That being, whoever was here could attempt to harm you. Keyword: Attempt. And that would be a hindrance.

You know that if they tried.. you’d be able to handle it! (You’re literally a non-human being which is an Emantor of the End.)

..Even with the nervousness causing you to shiver as you heard rapid footsteps approaching the room you were in. How the hell did they know you were awake?

…

There’s a camera in the corner of the room. You noticed from the red blinking light of it.

Three knocks sound out from the other side of the wooden door, before the metal handle turns rather slowly. You find yourself coming to the realization… you don’t have your sword, though your parasol is in the far left corner of the room. You instantaneously looking around in a frenzy, trying to figure out where the hell they placed your sword-

The sudden tossing of something hits your side and you nearly flinch, and instead look down.

..your sword. They had it.

“..Thank you.” Your voice is raspy and it makes you cringe in response, immediately clearing your throat before looking up at the person at the door.

The same stranger from before.

“Carmilla. Carmilla Carmine.” She speaks, finally introducing herself.

“Thank you, Mrs Carmine.” You repeat once again, bowing your head in respect. Grabbing your sword, you slowly get up. Finding your shoes neatly put next to the bed.

“I expect you out of here in at least 5 minutes.” She says firmly before she starts to close the door.

You don’t know what came over you..

“Wait-“ Hastily, you twisted your torso so you’re looking at her. And she stops in her tracks.

..you need to get away from where ever this is. But, perhaps exploring a bit and making some connections here wouldn’t be so bad.

“..I know there’s a way I can make this up to you. For your kindness, I mean. I don’t know where I am, but I can give you as much information as you need about me that I’m comfortable sharing. Please- I need to figure out where I’m going to go from here, I can be a useful asset.”

Who knew this could all happen from a simple journey to find a pharmacy.

Alright so.. i’ve decided I’ll split this up to be a a different part story kinda thing. So this of this as a prologue/Chapter 1

Thank you all for reading!!

Part 2

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[f1nalboys]

Bug Like An Angel - Bo Sinclair

Bo Sinclair

heyyyy guys :3 if i saw me post this yesterday no u did not <3 i got embarrassed bc it’s my first time writing in a while so it feels bad but i’m posting it again and going to nap for the fifth time today so?? enjoy hopefully? lmk what y’all think!! ALSO sorry i am posting this on my phone so formatting might be fucked up and i apologize hehe

WORD COUNT: 1172

WARNINGS: younger bo, no romantic subplot. angst, comparing bo to his mom, bug mention, bug death mention, bo is a complicated guy. alcohol mention, religious undertones and overtones, swearing, brief mention of a victim, barely any proofreading

A small bug drowned to death in Bo’s mostly-empty glass early this afternoon while he sat on the porch swing, the brim of his hat low over his eyes to shield them from the sun. The Louisiana heat mixed well with his liquor, settling warm in his stomach and rocking him to sleep like a mother would her child.

As the sun sets his eyes open, the hat moves from his head to clear his vision. Bo’s heart was thumping in his chest, crashing against his ribs like a wild animal in a cage. His dream of angels falling to earth, humans stumbling across Ambrose, sinners and saints alike lessen the longer he’s awake. Sin follows the righteous like a heavy cloud, thick with want and desire. The chosen few always out run it but Bo has never been a runner and he’s never been one to turn down a sin or two.

Bo breathes in slowly, taking in his surroundings. He’s home, like always. He’s alone, like always. He briefly thinks of the poor girl stuck in the basement right now; Vincent had surely begun his craft and Bo swallows back the annoyance at not having been able to play with her longer. She had been funny, the way she spit and screamed at him until she saw the chair. Bo liked timing them in his head to see how long it took for them to start to beg.

It’s something his mother used to do to him. He can still hear her shrill voice if he focuses hard enough; “Four minutes before you finally apologized. Well, that just won’t stand.” His wrists itch but when he looks down they’re just scars. There’s no blood despite the feeling of it warm on his skin, the blood of a lamb on untouched fur.

His eyes turn over to the railing of the deck and he spots his glass. His tongue burns for another taste and he grabs it, looking down and frowning as he registers the bug that laid flat in the middle of the remnants of his drink. “Damn…” he mutters, eyebrows furrowing together. “Poor bastard needed a drink more than me.”

Snorting at his own joke, Bo goes to empty the glass over the side of the railing. He hesitates for a moment as he watches the bug slide from the center of the glass to the edge, the small drop of scotch submerging it. There’s a small pang of sorrow deep inside Bo’s chest that lights up, just a spark, at the sight. “Poor thing.” He says, dumping the bug out onto the wooden railing.

The remaining scotch soaks into the wood, a small ring like shape, the bug in the center. It reminds Bo of one of the angels he used to stare at when his momma forced him to church. He swallows thickly, thinking of the countless hours he’d spend in those small pews tucked in between his parents, a hand on each of his wrists, digging into the still raw flesh with each offense. He remembers how his gaze bore into the angel to the left of Jesus, how he got some sort of solace from it in those moments.

When he revisited his mommas funeral and couldn’t bear to look at her, his eyes always found it’s own.

Sighing, Bo places the thick glass onto the railing beside the bug. Bo wasn’t sure what kind of bug it was, just that it had a hard brown shell and six arms and that it looked pathetic like that on it’s back, limbs limp. He pokes at the small insect, just to make sure, before he carefully rolls it over. “There ya go, buddy,” he murmurs with a smile. “Now let’s get you where you belong.”

With more grace than he’s ever given anyone, Bo gently picks the bug up in between his thumb and pointer, placing it onto the middle of his palm as he walks down his front porch steps, taking a left to turn down the side of the house. There was a small patch of dandelions growing here and Bo bends down in front of a patch of them.

“Hmm, where do you wanna be…” Bo questions quietly, before letting out a small satisfied hum. With his free hand he digs a small hole in between two flowers, just an inch or two, before carefully placing the bug in the makeshift grave. He closes his eyes and mutters a prayer to himself, one he had been muttering over his mothers body for the last three years. When he finishes he sighs, opening his eyes and giving a sad smile towards the small bug in the big grave.

Bo carefully brushes dirt over the bug, tapping the dirt over top and placing a small golden leaf on top like a blanket. Like a mother to her child. “Bo?” He jumps, nearly falling flat onto his ass as he attempts to stand, hand reaching for his back pocket where his knife stayed. Lester gives a toothy smile and Bo rolls his eyes, wiping his hands onto his jeans.

“Whadya want, Les?” He asks, cheeks red with embarrassment.

“Hadn’t seen ya since lunch, wanted to check up on ‘ya and make sure you were ok.” Lester steps to the side to allow Bo to pass him before quickly falling in line, walking quickly to keep up with his brother's large strides. “What were you doin’?”

Bo shakes his head, boots hitting the safety of the porch steps. “Nothin’, don’t fuckin’ worry about it.”

“Were you buryin’ another bug?” Lester can see Bo stiffen as his hand reaches for the front door's handle and grins, trying to stifle his laughter. “S’alright, Bo. We all’s gotta soft spot for animals. Course, most folks prefer dogs to creepy crawlies.”

“You don’t know what the hell you’re on about.” Bo snaps, holding the door open for his younger brother to slink inside past him. He sticks his foot out and laughs loudly when Lester trips, louder than he used to be allowed to, and he slams the front door shut like his mother. “Go put a pizza or somethin’ in the oven for us, I’ll grab beers. Oh, and tell Vinny to leave the bitch and come up to get something to eat, too, wouldja?”

Lester shakes his head. “You sound like momma.” He mutters under his breath, ducking to avoid Bo swatting at him. Like mother, like son. “Dibs on pickin’ the movie, then!”

Bo’s mouth opens to deny the dibs due to being the oldest but Lester is gone, turning into the room that leads to the basement and Bo shakes his head instead. He thinks of the poor little bug buried in between those two wilting flowers all alone and briefly wonders what would’ve happened to it had it not died tonight the way it did, if it had been given another chance.

It reminds him of something but he can’t quite think of what that is.

[quinns-shadowy-arts]

Let Me Take Care of You

Day 1 of @steddielovemonth's February prompts aka Steddie Love Month!   Rating: Mature  CW: None  Tags: Getting Together, Caring Steve Harrington, Post Season 4, AU- Everybody Lives/Nobody Dies, Fluff, Making-out.  WC: 1,039 Prompt: “Love is letting someone take care of you” submitted by: @starryeyedjanai 

Note: This is my first time uploading my writing! This is also my first ever post to Tumblr, so sorry if there's any mistakes or weird formatting! This definitely isn’t the best thing I’ve written, but it has been a really long time since I’ve written something. So I’m still proud of it! 

Steve and Eddie have been seeing each other a lot since March. After Vecna was killed, molotov cocktails blazing, and guns ringing out in triumph; Steve had pulled Eddie out of the Upside Down with his own two hands. He carried Eddie on his back to the Harrington house, where he nourished Eddie back to health. Steve spent everyday with Eddie, taking care of him. Restitching his wounds when Eddie ripped them back open, washing his hair with expensive shampoos and hair masks, and catering to Eddie’s every need while he slowly restored his body back to something more functional. Point is, Steve and Eddie spend a lot of time together. 

It didn’t stop once Eddie was out of recovery. Steve still kept him in his home. Even after the government scrambled to repent for their negligence by giving the Munson’s a brand new trailer, Steve still dropped by to see Eddie.

 That’s where they are now, in the new trailer watching a movie. Eddie picked out the movie, but he isn’t really paying attention. He is fiddling with the loose threads of his pants and tossing the occasional glance to Steve. Steve is paying attention to the movie, as far as Eddie can tell. Steve’s eyes are reflecting the light of the TV, the smile lines around his eyes deepen whenever he laughs at a dumb joke, his chest is rising with every breath; Steve looks good. He looks better than good, he looks dazzling. Eddie wants to jump him. He wants to crawl down the couch and onto Steve’s lap; to look into his eyes and make him smile for different reasons. 

“Hey, you good man?” Steve asks, and maybe Eddie’s glances weren’t that occasional. 

“Yeah sorry, just sorta- zoned out” Eddie smiles back. 

“Are you sure? You haven’t been watching the movie that much. Have you been getting sleep?” Steve persists and Jesus Christ- he is so caring. He cares for everyone around him, the kids, Robin, Eddie; anyone in Steve's life is sure to never feel disregarded. 

“Yeah, better than usual I think.” Eddie says. But then Steve slides over and wipes a tear off of Eddie’s face. He hadn’t even realized he was tearing up. 

“Eds, you’re crying. What’s wrong?” Steve’s eyebrows furrow in concern. Eddie wants to kiss it away, to ease Steve the way Steve eases him back to comfort. 

“It’s nothing man, don’t worry about it” Eddie mumbles. He would never be able to tell him. Steve has already seen him at his worst; bloody and oozy from still healing wounds, crying after a bad nightmare, naked and wet from the shower; but he couldn’t know that his best friend was crying from how lovey dovey he felt. Eddie couldn’t let Steve know about his mushy gushy feelings. 

“Eddie, please tell me what’s wrong. Is anything hurting?” Steve looks at Eddie with big eyes and his brows furrow impossibly further. Eddie doesn’t want S to be so concerned over nothing. Maybe he can tell him why he’s all teary eyed. 

“You just care so much, man. You give so much without anything in return. You always ask to make sure I’m ok, and you always haul the gremlins everywhere even though you know they won’t be paying you back for anything. I just want-” Eddie hesitates,

“I want to give you something in return. You make me feel so safe and cared for, I want to give that back to you.” Eddie finishes. Steve’s eyebrows raise in slight shock and blush begins to form on his cheeks. 

“You don’t have to do anything for me, Eds. I take care of you because I want to, not because I want something in return.” Steve whispers. . 

“But I want to give you something too, Stevie” Eddie looks into Steve’s eyes. They sit in silence, looking into each other's eyes. Eddie looks down first, he doesn’t mean to. He looks at Steve’s lips, they’re full and a beautiful apricot color. 

S looks down once he notices where Eddie’s eyes have gone. He licks his lips without thinking about it. He sways forward slightly, maintaining eye contact with Eddie’s lips. Eddie wobbles forward in response, now they’re only a few inches apart. Eddie can feel Steve’s breath on his face. He so desperately wants to move forward, to connect their lips and let Steve know how he feels. But he’s scared. His heart is quickening its pace.His breath shortens in anticipation. 

Steve moves in and their lips slot together. Eddie’s breath hitches; 

‘Holy shit this is happening, Steve likes me? He’s kissing me holy shit holy shit holyshit-” And then he wasn’t.

“Sorry, you were looking at me and I thought that maybe you like me and you probably didn’t want that and I-” Steve rushes out, Eddie cuts him off by kissing him. He was too anxious and caught up in the moment to move before, but he wasn’t messing this up again. 

Eddie moves his lips against Steve’s. He moves his hands up and onto Steve’s knee. He really wants Steve to know how much he likes him. Steve moves his hands up Eddie’s arms and onto his jaw. He kisses back with fervor. 

Emboldened by Steve’s response, Eddie runs his hands up from Steve’s knee and into his hair. His rings catch onto some of Steve’s locks. Steve gasps at the tug of the metal,

“Eddie-” Steve moans

“Fuck, Stevie, I know” Eddie groans back. Eddie moves his hands back down to Steve’s shoulders. He pushes Steve backwards and into the back of the couch. Steve goes willingly, shifting his hips back to give Eddie space. Eddie throws his leg over Steve’s lap. He feels Steve’s dick rub against his ass as he fully sits his weight down. Steve exhales, a whine slipping past his lips.

Eddie pulls back and looks into Steve’s eyes. They’re lidded and looking back at Eddie. The apricot of Steve’s lips have bloomed into a rosy color. They’re slick with spit and slightly parted. Steve’s chest heaves and his lips slide into a small smile. Looks like Eddie accomplished one of his goals, now for the more pressing one; 

“Let me take care of you, Stevie.” 

[dazed-poltergeist]

A Wild Accusation

Pairing: I wanted to squeeze an Ezio x Reader into this plot but it didn't fit :(

Warnings: None. Unless extramarital affairs trigger anyone..?

Summary: A male Reader gets accused of having an affair with a noblewoman.

Add. Notes: Just a drabble that was sitting in my drafts for a month, taking place during AC2. I’m trying to start writing in third person so I could feel like I have a little more flexibility with POV’s lol

<✉️> { I haven't written anything in forever. I guess I was busy with school and playing AC Syndicate and Black Flag and whatnot, but hey, now it’s summertime and I got all the time in the world. I went back to my older writings to get a ref for the pre-fic formatting but why did I change so many of them to be in blue?? Ik I had a blue theme going at one point but why did I change my fics for that??? Trying to maintain the aesthetics ig idk (T0T ) I also watched “Midsommar” :) My review: What the fuck }

-Simon, June 2024 __

Leonardo had left to a local nobleman’s place to work on a commission from the said noble’s wife. The work on that commission has been ongoing for the last few weeks. Fortunately, these particular aristocrats were lenient when it came to how Leonardo worked and allowed his “assistants” to come along with him. These said assistants were Ezio and (Y/N), whose job was to merely keep him company and, sometimes, unintentionally distract him.

The two “assistants” were sitting on some couches placed in the lounge that Leonardo worked in for his commission. While the latter discussed with the nobleman on what he would need for the next parts of the artwork, the wife walked in with an announcement for her husband. Unfortunately for the two nobles, everybody else could hear them, too.

“I have something to tell you, caro mio [my dear]” the wife started, “and I'm afraid you will not like it.”

“Did something happen? What is it?”

“I, um… I have had an affair with someone that lately has been working for us.”

(Y/N) and Ezio immediately looked at each other after hearing that, with the half-joking assumption that the other man was in the affair. They made fake flabbergasted faces at each other, and silently laughed at their own reactions while shaking their heads in denial of any involvement. Leonardo, who was eyeing them the whole time, was relieved to know that they had no part in the affair.

The husband stated after a pause, “From what I know, affairs are supposed to be kept secret,” the artist and his assistants raised their eyebrows at that part, “why are you telling me this?”

The whole ordeal was already unhinged for (Y/N), who began to pour himself a drink from the lounge table.

The wife, though hesitantly, answered: “I'm pregnant.”

(Y/N) paused his drink-pouring. Then he gave another surprised look at Ezio and Leonardo, but he finished filling his glass. As he started taking slow sips, he and the other two men were listening to the continuing conversation.

“You must promise me that you won't hurt the man once I tell you who he is,” the wife pleaded, “not in any way.”

“I already have a guess at the father's identity,” the nobleman established in an aggravated tone while wearing a forced smile.

“Oh good lord, he-”

“It's the (Y/L/N), is it not?”

(Y/N) accidentally inhaled some of his drink over that, and proceeded to have a coughing fit. Leonardo, Ezio, and the aristocrats were waiting for him to respond to the sudden accusation, which wasn't making the fit any better.

When the assistant finally managed to clear his airpipe, he began his objection: “I can confidently assure you that I had nothing to do with her romantically, intimately, platonically, or in any other way. In fact, I was always at least an arm’s length away from her.”

The nobleman turned to Ezio, who shook his head in denial, and Leonardo spoke before the aristocrat could make more wild accusations.

“I find it bold, and personally insulting, that your first assumption was directed at my assistants.” While he wanted to stand up to his friends, Leonardo didn't dare to continue, since the commission he had at hand meant a lot to him and he didn’t want to anger his host.

The said host eyed everyone in the room, all while trying to wrap his head around the whole scenario and think of a rational way to respond to it. His wife finally spoke in his place.

“I believe that it is best that you all leave for today. Not to worry, Signore da Vinci, you can finish your commission, we just need some time to resolve this new ordeal.”

She didn't need to say more. Ezio and (Y/N) took Leonardo’s heavier art supplies and left the room with them, then the painter followed his two assistants and closed the door behind him.

But, Leonardo still managed to hear one more bit of the nobles’ conversation.

“I wanted to tell you that the man I had the affair with is the butcher.”

“The butcher? Of all people! To be honest, I would've felt better if it was one of the young men that helped Signore da Vinci.”

__

[squarebracket-trickster]

Hey I’m new to tumblr and want to start posting some of my writing for people to read and comment one. Do you have any tips on WIPs, drafts and how to get attention on it? Very new to this space so I don’t really know how things are done.

Hi! First of all, welcome to Tumblr (and Writeblr)!!

The first thing I recommend you do is make a Writeblr intro post and tag it #writeblr intro. Introduce yourself, what genres you like to write, who some of your inspirations are, what your WIP(s) is/are about. You can scroll through the tag to see what others have posted if you need ideas.

You can also make WIP specific intro posts and tag them #WIP intro. These tend to include images that match the vibe of your WIP and will also contain a blurb of what your story is about and a snippet or two of your writing.

For any writing you post - snippets, full chapters, WIP intros, OC intros, single sentences from your WIP - you can also make use of tags like #writing, #writeblr, #writers on tumblr, #fiction writing, #creative writing, #original writing, and genre specific tags like #fantasy writing. Put the five highest trending tags first to guarantee your post shows up in them.

Another great way to grow your blog (and help your writing find an audience) is to interact with other writeblrs. Follow the people who reblog your intro post, send them asks (and ask games like Story-Telling Saturday (STS) or Worldbuilding Wednesday (WBW)), reblog their WIPs, jump in on open tag games. My post for how tag games work can be found here. The more people get to know you the more people will send you asks back, tag you in games, and most importantly reblog your WIP posts so they can reach a wider audience.

You can also specify in your bio if you are ask/tag game friendly. You are more likely to get tags/asks if other writeblrs are certain they won't be annoying you haha.

In general, posts containing links to original writing hosted on other platforms (google docs, wordpress etc.) tend not to do as well as posts that contain the writing itself. I've also heard that posts with images and interesting titles tend to do better. Same with formatted paragraphs and dialogue as opposed to a single, huge text block.

Another thing you can do to help readers find your work is make a master-post for all your WIPs and pin it to the top of your blog. List each WIP, then add hyperlinks below (in reading order) to each post containing snippets/excepts from it. [To make a hyperlink: click on the three dots on the top of the post you want to link to, select "copy link", then go to the post you want to link from, select the text you want to link, then ctrl+v. This will be your end result.]

In settings, you can also feature up to 10 tags that you use for all content on your blog related to specific WIPs. This will help make it easier for readers to search for and find your content too.

My last bit of advice is to talk about writing on your blog (and use the tags). Make little jokes and memes, those "oof relatable" kind of posts, and make and reblog writing advice from time to time. It is the hard truth of WriteBlr that these posts get a lot more interaction than original writing does but they do serve to get your blog seen by more people because they are short, relatable, have wide appeal, and/or low-effort to read. Strangely, they seem to prompt people to check out your blog. I tend to get a small wave of new followers every time one of my posts reaches 100 notes or more. I can only speculate as to why this is.

I hope something in here helps and good luck!

If anyone else has any tips feel free to add on!

[malsperanza]

Some things MXTX doesn't spell out in TGCF

MXTX likes to leave certain things to our imagination, and several of them periodically lead readers to wonder what the missing info was. Two are especially intriguing:

What was Hua Cheng's password?

What did Hua Cheng's murals depict?

I think these can be grouped together because they both point to some aspect of Xie Lian that lives rent-free in Hua Cheng's mind: that is, Xie Lian's incredible sexual appeal.

The password: we'll never know, but we do know that it embarrasses Xie Lian hugely, and there's really only one thing that ever embarrasses Xie Lian. This is a guy who has no problem declaring publicly that he's impotent, and a rag-picker, and other things that would humiliate most people. But his own sexual allure freaks him out and triggers an extreme modesty reaction. Especially if it's coming from Hua Cheng.

So we can go to town about the password, and imagine whatever NSFW phrase about Xie Lian is most likely to make him want to hide under a rock ... and also turns him on with delight. (Hint: in SVSSS the phrase "heavenly pillar" turns up a few times.)

The murals: I don't think we need the murals spelled out - it's pretty easy to guess what they depict. Hua Cheng became a talented artist when he was still a kid - he made a drawing of Xie Lian to replace the missing temple idol when he was about 12 or 13. He has only one subject for his art: Xie Lian Xie Lian Xie Lian. And since he doesn't expect that anyone else will ever see his mural, he can indulge his fantasies.

And here's where we have to look at what religious belief means to Hua Cheng. Now, we know that Hua Cheng considers Xie Lian his god - he literally worships him. So any image or effigy of Xie Lian is, for HC, literally a religious image to be venerated. At the same time, HC's particular way of venerating XL is a mixture of religious fervor and sexual desire. (That combo is actually pretty common in religious imagining, from the sexuality in Hindu sacred texts to depictions of Jesus Christ as a nude and very sensuous man, etc.)

When, at the end, HC and XL get together as a couple, this deep belief doesn't leave Hua Cheng. Every time he rails his god, he's praying to him. And the more dominant he is, the more it delights XL, who plays up the drama of helplessness to the max. There is no one in the universe less helpless than Xie Lian, so HC's form of worship is pure pleasure for him - a freedom from all responsibility.

So painting the murals is a kind of devout religious experience for Hua Cheng, one that sustains him during the long period when he can't find Xie Lian and doesn't know if he'll ever find him again. Painting the images is a kind of prayer, like lighting incense. Only, of course, Hua Cheng probably doesn't simply bow to the images he has painted, but does other things too. They are, basically, the most elevated, intense kind of NSFW fan art. (Leave it to MXTX to really understand fandom and its obsessions.)

The murals are undoubtedly celebrations of Xie Lian's beauty, sexual allure, and - possibly - images of sex acts in the manner of some Hindu temple sculptures. They are there for Hua Cheng to pour his devotion into, and also for his relief during the centuries of his lonliness.

One of my favorite things in MXTX novels is her awareness of fandom behavior and the ways readers interact with her characters and stories in the web novel format. It's most obvious in SVSSS, but she inserts all sorts of in-jokes and even parodies directed at her fans in the other books too. Hua Cheng's NSFW art is exactly what fans do. HC isn't just XL's "most faithful believer," but also his biggest superfan.