#also this piece was very much me wanting to play around with color and cross hatching !

[bethanyeliseart]

the many faces of armand

[akanemnon]

I wanted to create a version of Frara/Squeezo in your style (which I really like) along with a possible form for the Dark World. I’ve made three versions of the same drawing, but now I don’t know which one to choose, so I’d love your opinion or advice as an artist. (I draw on physical paper because it’s easier for me that way.)

There’s not much to say about the "Light World" forms; I simply took the sprite of Frara/Squeezo and adapted it into a drawing. There are a few differences, but I’ll briefly mention them:

The color of the fringe changes: in the first version, it’s rainbow-colored because I thought it looked nice; in the second, it’s gray as a sort of contrast to the first one; and finally, in the third, it’s red, like the classic fringe of Kris and Frisk.

The color of the pants and socks, some details of the sweater, and the hairstyle also change. Lastly, in the third version, there’s a visible eye (to avoid making it look too much like Kris) and a kind of pseudo-nose (which I’m not sure came out well).

The Dark World forms are more interesting:

In the first version, I was inspired by a simple knight, and I used all the colors I had available, thinking it would look good that way. The skin is gray to resemble a doppelgänger in fantasy games (since Frara/Squeezo is a kind of "double" of Frisk/Chara).

The second version, on the other hand, is inspired by a dark wizard (it seemed cool), with white and gray hair. The cape resembles Chara’s shirt as a sort of parallel, since Frisk has a cape with colors similar to Kris’s shirt, and vice versa.

The third version is inspired by this image:

(Doppelgänger from Forgotten Realms).

In this version, I added a weapon, as I realized I hadn’t included one in the previous versions. If you’re wondering why I chose an umbrella as the weapon, it’s because I found this fan art during my research:

(Credit to: @Art-in-heart4va)

I thought it was a cute idea. Finally, I added a few minor details.

Bonus: If you’re wondering why there are red cross-outs on the drawings and why I scribbled on them, it’s because I didn’t want to ruin the drawing.

I tried to come up with a made-up name for Frara/Squeezo. In the first version, he was called John (literally the first name that came to mind...). In the second version, I called him Ulan (because it was the first name that started with “U” that came to mind. Why the "U"? Well, take the first letters of the names Frisk, Chara, and Kris, put them together, and you’ll figure it out (; ). Finally, in the third version, I gave up and still haven’t decided on a name for him...

P.S.: I’m sorry for writing such a long text, but these drawings are very close to my heart, and I wanted to specify every single detail.

Hi there! Thanks for showing me all this art and going though your thought process behind it. I couldn't help but cobble something together on my own, based on all these concept pieces. You might find bits from all designs in there. Also played around with the colors a little, because I do like me some color theory.

Anyway, I REALLY hope you don't mind! I don't wanna undermine your work!

[fukcnoplease]

Things Always Go Wrong Pt3

Pt1 Pt2 Pt4 Pt5

Gotham was truly testing her abilities. Usually she could vibe check the building and be good but the vibes of Gotham were rancid everywhere she went. Every building and street had some varying level of unsafe and she could feel Danny slowing behind her. He wasn't going to stay on his feet for much longer. Thankfully there were plenty of alleys they could probably hide in and even though it was already midmorning the thick smog on the city made it look like the dawn had only just broken. The alleys were still dark and as soon as she paused at the back of the alley she felt Danny collapse into her. His breathing was ragged and he was slick with sweat. She tried vibrating her core at him and the response she got was uncoordinated and harsh. It was as if two things were trying to respond to her, attempting to drown each other out.

“Shit.” she said. Jazz would be mad for her language, you know, if she didn't kill her for killing her brother. 

“Found you, wretch.” A voice said and Dani shot up into a fighting stance. The entrance of the alley was blocked by five people, all dress head to toe in white and aiming several weapons at them. They were all men and significantly bigger than her. That would be fine in her ghost form but transforming in front of them was risky.

Danny groaned from the cold alley floor and Dani grimaced. She growled, inhumane and low, and punched her palm as she went ghost. Showing her transformation was a small price to pay to protect Danny and they probably had her, or Danny’s, ecto-signature if they had managed to follow them cross state lines so accurately. 

Their weapons hummed as they charged and Dani caught a glimpse of color above them. Praying she had seen right she took in a breath and shouted her words.

“I am the princess of the Infinite Realms. Any harm that comes to me is a direct attack on the entire dimension of the Infinite Realms and cause for a war between our worlds!” Internally she cringed at her words but she prayed they had the right effect. 

“Ha! Like you could fool us, you manipulative ecto-sum! You’re coming with us. If you're lucky you might even make it in one piece” The leader, she assumed as he was standing at the front of the group, said. She tensed in case her gamble went south and prepared for something to hit her. 

Thankfully she didn't feel anything and a yellow hero came crashing down on the agents with a ferocity she wasn't expecting. He used what she thought were escrima sticks but they were connected together with a long wire and looked modified. He downed the panicked agents in seconds and turned to Dani. Unconscious agents littered around him.

His sudden movements made her drop into a defensive stance and he froze. Gently putting away his weapons as he raised his hands to show he meant no harm.

“Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. I was just trying to help.” The man paused as he looked over the two disheveled siblings. The white haired girl was glaring at him but looked more wary than aggressive and the dark haired boy on the floor looked incredibly ill. “Would it be ok if I helped you? I can call some friends and we can get you to a safe space.”

Dani stared the man down. He could fight, and right now she wasn't confident she could take him. Not while protecting a very incapacitated Danny. He had a black bat symbol on his chest which was good but also bad. Good because Batman was a hero and helped those in need. Bad because Batman was famous for not liking metas and while she and Danny weren’t metas she doubted Batman would care enough to make the distinction. Hopefully if she played up the royalty bit she could get maybe some leeway.

“Ok, bumblebee, but I want you to promise you wont hurt me or my… ambassador,” Danny was going to be so mad when he woke up, “or I will bring the entire Infinite Realms down on this world.” She did her best to sound threatening and maybe using some energy to make herself scarier but she wouldn't admit it.

“Of course, your… highness?” Bumblebee asked. Dani frowned, she didn't like ‘your highness’ but she couldn't give her actual name…

“You can call me… Elle.” She felt her insides crumple up at how cringey that name felt and she was very glad Danny was out cold for this conversation. The bumblebee hero nodded and said something into what she assumed was an earpiece. After a few minutes of discussion he went quiet and began watching the roofs. Dani floated off the ground slightly, trying to see what he was looking for. She didn't notice the surprise that flitted across his face at her show of power or the silent black hero who landed gracefully beside Bumblebee. 

“Hey Black Bat. Can you help me gather these guys up? Batman should be en route but might take a minute to get here.” Bumblebee said. Dani whipped around to see the new hero, black bat apparently, silently working her way through the knocked out GIW.

“Batman is coming?” Dani asked, anxiety making her fidget with her hands. That wasn't good. She couldn't pretend to be a princess around him, he could practically smell lies, or fear, and maybe she could be the princess of the Infinite Realms but she wasn't officially! Not yet at least. And Danny definitely wasn't her ambassador. Shit, maybe if she played up with the sad little girl image? Batman was known to take pity on kids… or was that one of his allies. She should’ve listened in on the conversation the bumblebee had had earlier, maybe she would have had something to work with then.

Black bat and bumblebee worked together to tie up the GIW and leave them in an easily accessible spot for when the police came around. Black bat touched bumblebees bicep and he looked up to see the scary shadow of Batman looming over the alley. Dani notices him too and landed in front of Danny, spreading her arms to block him from Batman's view as he landed beside the other heroes.

“Report.” Was all he said as he looked over the scene. His gaze lingered on the unconscious boy and Dani had to resist growling at him, in case that ruined her case for receiving help. Bumblebee took a breath and nodded.

“I found these two as they were about to be attacked by a group of people,” he gestured to the tied up men in white, “it looked like meta trafficking and I stepped in. Elle,” he gave a smile to Dani who cringed internally, “gave the men fair warning about their attack being against royalty and at risk of ruining dimensional relations, they refused to back off.”

Batman responded with a noncommittal ‘hn’ and narrowed his eyes at Dani who prickled under the gaze.

“For the record,” Bumblebee added, a little hesitant, “I believe her.”

Batman nodded and took a step closer to Dani and this time she did growl. The man stopped and regarded her. She glared back. He wasnt coming near her or Danny. Not in his state.

“Would you like to come with us?” Was all batman said. Stern and quiet. Dani didn't move, she looked over Batman’s unmoving face and then back at the bumblebee and black bat. The bumblebee hero looked worried but more for Batman than Dani and the black bat seemed relaxed as she watched.

“Where are you going to take us?” Dani asked. Batman frowned slightly and Dani worried he would just try and grab them. 

“A place where we can keep you safe and confirm your royal status,” he said. Dani didn't really like the sound of that but she could feel Danny getting worse and she was running out of time to make a decision. When he chose that exact moment to let out a pained groan Dani almost smacked him. Batman’s frown deepened and Dani felt her throat bob.

“We might even be able to help your friend.” He offered.

“My ambassador,” She corrected, if she was gonna sell this she had to go all out, “And I don't want you to lay a hand on him.”

Batman gave her the slightest, stiffest nod she had ever seen and she relaxed. Batman nodded to the other heroes and black bat vanished, bumblebee paused before leaving himself. Dani felt her anxiety come back threefold at being left alone with the big bad bat but in a few seconds a fancy black bat shaped car skidded to a halt outside the alley. In the passenger seat was the familiar bumblebee, he grinned and waved at them. Batman stared at him in what Dani thought could be disapproval but said nothing. The doors to the suped up car popped open and bumblebee stepped out.

“You can get in the back seat. Do you need help with your ambassador?” He said as he stepped back into the alley. Dani shook her head and Batman made a grumbling sound.

“Signal.” he said. Bumblebee, signal apparently, shrugged and continued towards Dani until she stiffened.

“I just wanted them to have a familiar face so the journey wasn't too stressful. Black bat and Spoiler are covering me while I stick with them.” He said, smiling at Batman and then turning back to Dani. He moved to help her pick Danny up but she shook her head at him and he stepped back. Batman made another ‘hn’ sound before retreating to the driver seat of the car. 

Dani moved Danny around and picked him up by throwing him over her shoulder. He wasn't heavy but he was bigger than her and it made him difficult to carry. Signal, she preferred bumblebee, hovered around her but was careful not to touch Danny as she carried him to the car. They managed to get Danny securely in the back seat of the batcar and Dani slid in next to him. He looked worse. Maybe moving him wasn't the smartest idea but Dani didn't know what else to do. If the GIW had their ecto-signature there wasn't a safe place to hide. Maybe Batman would be able to protect them but it would only last so long. She pushed aside her fears and gripped Danny’s too warm hand. The scenery went passed too quickly for her to see and the drive was silent. She was starting to hate road trips.

~~

This is short but the next one is gonna be LONG I got distracted anyway I love that people are enjoying this, i like writing it :)

[brainmaggotzzzz]

☆Little AK47☆

frontman x reader

English isn't my first language

also published on wattpad

this will have a couple parts and is very slow burny ♥️ give it time!!!!!, the first chapters yn and youngil won't have much interaction, since I'm trying to do the canon time line.

content warning: death, yandere themes, violence

The sound of classical music filled your ears as you rubbed your eyes. You felt a tad confused and disoriented.

Am I dreaming? Surely you're dreaming, right? These surroundings are completely foreign to you, and the fabric hugging your soft skin also feels... different?

After a moment of pure disorientation in your half-awake state, you realize you're in a ginormous room, on a bunk bed, wearing a green jumpsuit. The people around you look just as taken aback.

"111," you read the number on your oversized hoodie.

"I would like to extend a hearty welcome to all of you. Everyone here will participate in six different games over six days. Those who win all six games will receive a handsome cash prize."

A masked man dressed in a pink one-piece suit spoke, his voice distorted and unnatural, as if he had a voice modulator. Beside him stood two similarly dressed figures, their only difference being the different shapes on their unsettling masks.

With a furrowed brow and a cautious stance, you decided to walk closer to the group of fellow green tracksuits.

"Excuse me," a short middle-aged woman called.

"You said I’d be playing games, but you practically kidnapped me. So how can I believe that?"

"I apologize. Please understand that it was necessary to maintain the game’s security," the masked man towering above you said from the platform.

You look around and hear murmurs of other people discussing the bizarre circumstances you all found yourselves in.

"Did you take off my clothes and put these on me?" a good-looking girl who seemed your age spoke up, her hair in a high ponytail with braids.

Your eyes lingered on a purple-haired guy with a large cross necklace. You knew him from somewhere. Maybe he's an internet personality you stumbled across while mindlessly scrolling.

"What’s with these shoes?" The same man you just found yourself staring at asked the masked men. His voice— you recognized it immediately.

"Thanos," you mumbled to yourself. It's the purple-haired moron you made fun of with your brother, mocking his banal lyrics and misplaced confidence.

"My shoes are limited fucking edition. They're hard to find! Are you going to replace them if they get ruined? These don’t fit, and the color sucks!" Of course, this idiot's first concern was his shoes.

"Can I just have what you’re wearing instead? I like pink," the girl with the high ponytail spoke again.

"I’m sorry, but that is not possible. You must be in your uniforms for the games."

After a while of questioning, you were given some time to adjust to the new surroundings. You sat cross-legged on your bunk, scanning the room, observing the other "players"— or whatever they called you. People were already forming groups, talking to each other. Maybe it would be beneficial to make some allies here.

"All of these people are fucked. Like me. They're all probably unreliable trash, like me," you thought. It makes sense, right? Everyone here was probably pushed to extremes and unwilling to stop— like you.

Living as a professional pickpocket isn't admirable. As a child, you wanted to be a doctor, someone who would actually contribute positively to society— not this.

"Others here are also probably thieves and jerks. It's not worth partnering up."

Suddenly, a familiar figure snapped you out of your thoughts. Your eyes widened, and you charged towards the person.

Slap.

Your hand roughly met this familiar man's cheek, leaving him covering his face with his hand, a bewildered look on his face.

"The fuck are you doing here, brother?" you spoke angrily at the dark-haired tall man. He just chuckled. His nonchalant behavior always frustrated you. Since childhood, your older brother took everything lightly, too casually. You weren't uptight, but he was on a different level.

"Could say the same about you, Fishy."

Fishy. That stupid, endearing nickname you earned in childhood when your brother dared you to swallow a live goldfish for the TV remote— and you did it.

"Did you scam people again and go broke?" you asked with a mix of concern and annoyance. He just smiled and patted your back.

"Gambling this time. Had to break out of the routine, y'know?" He smiled, that idiotic, infuriating smirk you grew up with. The one that always cheered you up, always made you feel accomplished when you managed to get him to crack a smile at your childish jokes.

"You're such an idiot." You poked his shoulder. "Really? Gambling? Are you allergic to work? Wasn't our dad enough of an example for you to not do this shit?"

"Apples don’t fall far from the tree, Fishy. And you? Did you petty-steal yourself into debt?"

"I stole from the wrong guys," you whispered, embarrassment pooling in your gut. He poked your forehead teasingly.

"I can't believe I'm related to such a brainless creature." His smile widened.

Before you could reply, the speakers interrupted you two. Loud, cheerful music played again.

Your brother inhaled and spoke again, looking at you with a puzzled expression.

"The Blue Danube," he mumbled.

Your eyebrows furrowed in perplexity. "What are you talking about, idiot?" you inquired.

Before he could answer, the masked man’s voice boomed once more. The games were about to begin.

[dontbesoweirdkira]

Yandere Alphabet—Johnny Cage MK1

A/N: I’m back in my MK11/1 phase so please be prepared for the toxic men we love/hate! Here’s prime Johnny being a absolute monster to his darling. Remember this is all my opinion.

Warnings: abuse, violence, emotional/verbal abuse, kidnapping, forced videos, ect…

Masterlist

Requests: Mk11/1/X or whatever else I write for open 24/7

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Johnny dearest is always functioning at a highhhhh intensity! Especially when it comes to his darling.

He’s never shy of showing his love for you. He doesn’t just have one love language… Gift giving, physical affection, words of affirmation and quality time are all his favorites.

It can often times be quite scary witnessing this first hand. He’s constantly love bombing you and acting a little too perfect at times to win you over…of course this is only followed by his✨abusive behavior ✨

Any little piece of information he can grab from you, he will use it for his benefit. You like a certain brand? Here is everything they have in every single color….

You like a partner you can sit and paint with?! Well buckle up baby because he is now, Mr. Johnny Ross(loll)

He’s willing to one up anything someone will offer you with something farrrrr greater.

You’re smothered with all kinds of physical affection as-well and it doesn’t matter who is around y’all at the time. You can try to push him away, his grip will only become tighter and he’ll utter sweet nothings in your ear, “the more you fight me,the worse I’ll make this for you.”

His smile and gestures are oh so sweet, but there’s just something so chilling behind it.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Before Johnny had ever joined the tournament he was a very great muy thai fighter, sometimes to a fault.

Cage got himself into lots of trouble and plenty of fights during his career over very small issues….you don’t think he’ll go through hell and back for you?!

I mean come on he kills for fun at this point, he’ll gladly slice someone’s head off if they disrespect you.

I honestly don’t believe there’s any limits Johnny is not willing to cross when it comes down to getting his hands bloody. Torture, extortion, kicking someone into a moving train…

I mean hell I’d say at his very worst delusional state he’d even kill someone publicly if that proves his devotion to you.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

From reading other writers works and analyzing hours of Johnny cannon content…it seems to be a mixed bag.

But I personally think he would be rather mean towards you.

Yes MK1 johnny is a sweetie pie and really seems to care about people he loves but his wife still left him over his ways.

I can see him being extremely condescending and enjoying watching you beg for food or to be let out.

He’s a narcissistic asshole at his core. I think he’d get much pleasure out of forcing you to give praises to him and perform certain humiliating tasks to get what you want/need out of him.

(Don’t mean this sexually lmaooo)

“Oh you want some water, sweetheart? Sure! You know you can have whatever you want in this house….as long as you do what I asked for earlier..”

I think Johnny would also film you doing these tasks while he laughs at and mocks you. Just something wholesome for him to watch when he’s away from you🥰

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

Obviously the stuff I mentioned previously plussss

Forcing you to go to premiers, red carpet, parties, and interviews.

Sometimes he’ll make you sit in his movie trailer all day while he’s getting ready or reciting lines. You will have to compliment his hair and costuming thoroughly or no one will go home until it’s right.

“It looks great.” Ain't gonna cut it!! Please just play along. The costuming and makeup department are underpaid and overworked. He’s gonna have a full blown diva meltdown if you don’t respond correctly.

Also! You don’t have a choice to not be all over his social media or on his live streams…and you better not even HINT to being abducted because you will get it!!

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Depends on how long you’ve been his darling…

I think Johnny is fantastic at pretending his life is perfectly fine and that “Cage” is really him.

He wants you to believe he truly is all he is cracked up to be. Deep down all narcissistic people are a little bit insecure though and he fears you’re going to walk out on him if the mirror shatters.

Living in his house longer than a few months is easy to see just how messed up and vulnerable he actually is. No matter how much he tries to hide his addictions, failing career and lack thereof money…you see it all.

Every now and then Johnny will get black out drunk and have a moment of vulnerability. He’ll shower you in endless apologies and cry about how much he’s just scared you’ll leave…

You’re so perfect and pure unlike his disgusting self. You’re the only reason why he still tries—-blah blah blah

He forgets all that crap in the morning and goes back to being his usual self. Don’t bring this up, even in the heat of your emotions he’ll gaslight the hell outta you

(Deep down he knows what you’re saying is true but who would he be to admit this)

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

It’s hilarious…Oo it reminds him of this old Hollywood film..what was it called again?

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

Is it a good day or is it happening after a shitty day at the studio??

A good day? He’ll just have fun with it. You’re not strong enough to even win this so why do you try???

It’s cute though and it doesn’t really phase him at all. Like I said he looooves recording videos of things like this to replay later. He might even play it for you again before you go to sleep, just to remind you who actually has the upper hand.

“Hahahaha, oh this is comedy gold! Are you seeing this? I hope you’re watching so the next time you think about being a pain in my ass and try to escape, you’ll remember just how weak you are. This is my kingdom baby..no one leaves unless I say so.”

He says this all with his stupid smile before turning over to fall asleep like it’s nothingg

A bad day he’s pissssed. Can’t you see that he is trying all he can to get back on top…FOR YOU…and you wanna be a little bitch and escape??

There’s nothing but pure rage and I’d caution you to ignore anything that leaves his mouth for the next two hours

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

He wants to obviously get back on top of the world. He craves that attention and status again. He wants to get married to you, maybe make you into some kind of model or something too…maybe not….you’re only allowed to pose for him.

You’ll be his perfect little trophy that he can parade and throw around as he pleases. You’ll get everything you could ever want.

Who wouldn’t want to be married to an Emmy-Award winning super starr?? This is the perfect life no?

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

Jealous? Johnny Cage and jealous being used in the same sentence?! Yes.

He’ll never ever give you the satisfaction of admitting that he is. He always gets jealous over the littlest things.

He doesn’t believe in you having a Hollywood crush…he is the Hollywood crush and how dare you insult him by even suggesting that person is hotter than him?!

He’ll spend hours dissecting them and how every feature or personality trait is unattractive in contrast to his. You’re starting rivalries, y/nnnn!!!

You are to not look, speak , or breathe the same air as another man. Johnny will constantly be in the backseat of a cop car fighting these guys.

If he suspects you’re crushing/talking to someone else(even if you’re not) he’ll lash out about it.

Your devices, journals, and personal items are all confiscated until he goes through every single one of them to make sure you’re really not cheating.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

Okay let me give him a break. I’ve talked so much about him being a menace that I need to remind everyone that he’s a natural romancer.

Ganghis khan doesn't have anything on the amount of women he’s been with. Of course Johnny knows a few things about being sweet to a lady.

There’s plenty of days where he’s extremely charming and shows that he cares. Even with his crippling debt, he still finds money to spoil you.

A lot of times you think he isn’t listening to you because he’s always glued to his phone. While that may be 60% true, he does pleasantly surprise you with the things you mentioned or talked about. He’ll have his assistants scour the internet trying to find rare items from your favorite fixation for you.

I mentioned he is extremely physically and verbally affectionate at times. A lot of the times his compliments are…degenerative but he will say something wholesome every now and again.

“Hmm…I really love your hair like that. The curls really make you look lovely.”

On a regular day he does speak rather gently to you, especially in public and if you get nervous from all the paparazzi.

He doesn’t shy away from PDA. Cage isn’t embarrassed of you at all, even if you are more of a plain Jane. You’re still smoking hottttt!

Don’t worry about asking before touching him. If you’re a socially anxious person, he actually gets excited when you hold onto his arm or curl up into him.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

Flirtatious banter and love bombing…

He was genuinely shocked when you had absolutely no interest in him. That has never not worked on a woman. (A lie) You didn’t even accept the Chanel bag?! That’s a first.

when he realized all his tricks weren’t going to work, he resorted to just taking what is rightfully his.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

He likes to take away any kind of enjoyment from you. If you want to act up and not obey him…fine. If he’s not happy then you can’t be.

He’ll deactivate devices, turn off the water or light, even lock up all the food items so you can become deprived.

Will also make the house extremely hot or cold and remove any blankets/air conditioning.

You liked your stuffed animals and nicknacks? How about your prized possessions? Well too bad. He’ll throw them all in a box and hide them somewhere.

The bedroom is emptied and if you need to use the bathroom, you can pee in a cup. His luxury soaps and toilet are only meant for him at the moment.

Can be rather verbally abusive as well. You won’t be able to forget that “he’s the prize”, princess. He gave you everything, and he’ll take it right back. You only get things if you’re good.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

This all depends on you, chica…

How loving are you towards him? Are you constantly giving him such a hard time? Do you reject every advance and sweet moment that he tried to give you?

If not, he’s a saint. He’ll ignore your bad behavior and cut you some slack. He’ll find your antics to be more endearing than anything.

If so, he’s not so patient. Why cut you so much slack when you push him out everyday. You’re not even trying for him.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

I don’t believe so. At most…he might think, “gosh did I really just capture her?”, at first.

But then when he really thinks about it, the pros outweigh the cons. He gets to have you all to himself. You’ll learn to love him, he usually grows on people.

Besides, the authorities would never believe that a super star like him, would ever kidnap some random chick, like you.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

Okay I have mentioned that he’s a little shit and finds it a bit funny when you cry…but isolation is something he hates.

Yeah like go ahead lock yourself in the bedroom for about an hour because you’re upset. Anytime after that, he’s kicking down the door.

He brought you here to spend time with him. You’re not going to waste away in some closet. Besides he’s worried that you’re plotting to jump out the window or something. He doesn’t want you to hurt yourself either.

Trying to distance yourself from him won’t work out for you. If you sit on the opposite side of the couch or refuse to cuddle in bed, he’s handcuffing himself to you so that you have no choice but to interact with him.

This is kind of sick but sometimes when you’re having one of your moments he might start live streaming just to get you to stop. He’ll flip the script and act like he’s the one hurting. He knows you don’t like the spotlight and are too scared to stand up for yourself because his fans won’t believe you.

You’ll usually give into what he wants and apologize to him until he turns it off.

“See…that wasn’t so hard. I won’t have to include my fans in our problems if you didn’t act out like this. I just get so frustrated that I have no choice but to put you on blast.”

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

He has quite a few. Picking on his insecurities and soft spots are the best ways to manipulate him.

Sweet talk to him, make him think you’ve finally realized how much he loves you. How much you truly do need him to survive. He’s given you a whole new life for the better and you’re sorry for not seeing that sooner.

Play on this for quite a while until he lets his guard down…just pray he doesn’t catch onto your manipulation before you can get far enough away.

He’ll never let up on you when he finds you.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

I don’t believe he’d beat on you.

I do agree with some other writers that he would threaten you with violence or even put something to your throat but I can’t see him going through with it.

He just wanted to scare you into loving him.

“Come on, babe. I’ll put it down if you tell me how much you love me? Hmm. How about that you won’t ever look in another man’s eyes ever again.”

I do think at times he’ll be extremely rough with you. You might even end up with scratches or a bloody nose. I don’t think any of those were purposeful. You were just fighting him so much that it happened.

If he’s super pissed with you, hair and ear pulling would definitely be on the bingo card. (Possibly biting? Or are you guys like number 5 and find that weird?)

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

Oh so badly but only if you won't be cooperative with him.

He needs your attention, love and support. He needs to have every single inch of you. All your energy and time should only go to him. He won’t budge on just some 50%,..he needs it all. Trust me when I say that he knows if you’re not giving enough.

Whatever gets the best results out of you he will continue to do at full intensity until you give into him.

You’ll learn to forgive and forget about all the things he’s done. One day you’ll see the bigger picture.

Johnny can’t handle rejection and has never been one to give up. If it’ll take years to break you, so be it. You’ll be the best award he’ll ever win in his lifetime.

[syndrossi]

resonant ch32 dvd commentary

This chapter I rushed to get out on Thursday as I juggled Thanksgiving preparations (four pies! bad idea! remind me not to do this again!) and obligations. I wasn't entirely pleased with it--I didn't having pacing concerns like I did the previous chapter, there were just some rough patches in terms of prose/transitions.

Fortunately, I was able to give it a smoothing pass today and I'm much happier now, so let the DVD commentary commence!

Favorite line(s):

There is a man whose honor lives between his legs, Jon thought, and some of the sentiment must have made its way onto his face, because Cole’s smile turned narrow-eyed frown when they crossed gazes.

Jon throwing shade/judgment is always a joy, and I love the phrasing of his contempt here. 😂 He really just said "man thinks with his dick" but in a fancy way, and...that's Cole in a nutshell (pun intended).

The inside of the sept was hazy with burning incense, the light of the sun hitting the crystals of the windows and then scattering into the faint smoke above, turning it bright with beams of color.

As much as Jon dislikes the sept (and as rough as it is on Rhaegar being there), it's such a striking building to write about. There's some commentary to be had, perhaps, on how evoking a feeling of awe goes into designing a place of worship, and you can't deny the Faith is good at that much!

Favorite Details

Crown Prince Rhaegar

Jon’s sole source of amusement that afternoon was the way every visiting lord and petitioner mistook Rhaegar for the king’s eldest son, rather than the bored, constantly whispering Aegon. The king did not bother to correct them, and Jon could see the growing clench in Hightower’s jaw.

IDK the hilarity of Viserys just going "well, don't mind if they do." It's a good thing Daemon wasn't there, or he'd be just as outraged as Otto, albeit for very different reasons. (How dare anyone compare his son to one of the Hightower spawn? How dare Viserys pretend that Rhaegar is his son?)

I didn't want to zoom in too deep for this comedic bit, but you can imagine Aegon being the most bored child of all time, wanting to be anywhere else, while Rhaegar listens attentively to each petitioner/lord, mentally quizzing himself on what they seek / their house alliances/interests, guessing the king's response, guessing Otto's response, thinking about how he would have responded, and then judging the final package. This was excellent enrichment for Rhaegar, who is usually quite bored in their morning lessons!

If Jon hadn't been so cranky about Rhaegar's manuevering, he probably would have found at least some of the petitions interesting!

Crown Prince Rhaegar pt2

Rhaegar giving Jon a tiny taste of how unpleasant it can be to make yourself his enemy. He knows exactly what leverage to apply, which pieces to move into play this time to thwart Jon's extracurricular activities. Jon's paranoia is well-founded: it was pretty much 100% his interference.

But just as Jon's secrecy is about protecting Rhaegar, this is also more about Rhaegar trying to force Jon's hand so that he does tell him. It's just...very subtle. If Rhaegar confronted Jon directly, that might actually be more effective. But he keeps dancing around it, partly because he fears to learn why Jon won't tell him--that it's because Jon doesn't trust him or doesn't think he's capable of being an asset and is only a liability.

So instead Rhaegar's playing 4D chess while Jon's playing checkers, and they just keep playing around one another. And of course the final ploy backfires on Rhaegar and his worst fears are confirmed.

Lord Commander Jon Targaryen

Rhaegar's not the only hypercompetent person this chapter, of course! Jon Little Lord Commanders the shit out of a solid chunk of the harbor records, and because Daemon thinks this shit is normal and Laenor isn't around to remind him that holy fuck Daemon an eight-year-old should be doodling in the margins of papers not producing an indexed summary of his findings after spending two hours sifting through poorly sanitized data, he just goes "aww, my little master of whisperers, so much better than Reyne 🥰."

(I mean, I'm sure Daemon thinks it's a little unusual, but again, his brain generally goes "well, my sons being supremely gifted is only logical," with a side of "they grew up trying to please that fucker Allard, and applied themselves too hard scholastically" and maybe even a dash of "they are like my father and uncle, who I never knew as children so presumably they were just like this.")

Dynamics

Rhaegar and his family

This little bean is going through a lot this chapter, and coping with it by going full crown prince, as mentioned earlier. He's hyperanalyzing Daemon, doing a thousand small tests to figure out how much influence he's under, how subtle the signs are, etc. Both times with the map, he's fishing to see if Daemon feels the pull in any particular direction, given how eagerly he dragged Rhaegar to Caraxes in ch31. He's building up his powerbase as quickly as he can behind the scenes, hoping to have the influence he needs to protect his family.

And with Jon, it's a mess. As I said, his greatest fear is that Jon doesn't trust him, doesn't view him as a peer, but as a burden. He views the bracelet Jon gave him for their name day as a sacred promise: we are in this together, your fight is my fight, we face our battles together. And what he keeps getting back from Jon is silence, deflection, stubborn determination not to tell him anything. He's not even given a chance to plead his case, or prove that he can be an asset! Jon has effectively written him off.

And Rhaegar lets himself believe that maybe it's the candle's influence, that it's distancing Jon from him, but at the very end of the chapter, that bubble is burst and it is as he feared: Jon doesn't trust him.

Jon and his trust issues

It's a doozy! You can even argue some of it is merited or at least reinforced by recent events. He was forced to trust Daemon to handle getting rid of the candle, and Daemon was ensnared by it, turned from the one adult they can trust to the one they can must question and protect. He relied on Viserys (and Daemon) to guard the candle, and it was left within easy reach and stolen. He has to beg Viserys to do things that seem obvious courses of action to Jon, like assigning a guard to protect Daemon. His Valyrian maester is useless. Cole is a petty bitch. Ser Steffon is negligence personified.

All of which reinforces to Jon that the one person he can truly rely on is himself. And his distrust of Rhaegar, such as it is, is more born of fear than actual distrust. Yes, there is the possibility that Rhaegar could become compromised like Daemon, but it hasn't happened yet. But Jon was so convinced that he was an aura of ultimate protection, only for Daemon's ensorcellment and his and Rhaegar's nightmares to shatter that illusion. (Is it a fair expectation that individuals with trauma like their family's won't have natural nightmares? Probably not, you can't guard against brain chemistry, Jon.)

And he's lost so much and so many people, especially siblings and father figures. And who is most at risk here? His brother and his father.

So it's all as perfectly understandable as it is frustrating to see Jon starting down along Viserys's path of deciding he knows what's best for everyone and is most qualified to handle matters, and that secrets must be kept from those who aren't qualified to know them.

Jon and Jon

Jon's barriers between himself and Jon Redfort have taken a beating in all the stress and trauma, and we've seen several signs of it over the past few chapters. Whereas before it was usually Jon Redfort's emotions heightening Jon's, this time Jon is actually experiencing Jon Redfort's emotions, even when they are unlike his. And whereas before, Jon had almost no memories of his childhood, several have been trickling into conscious thought recently.

What the end result will be, who can say...

(I wanted to do an Alicent section too, but I'm running out of steam! This is quite long already. 😅)

Quick hitters

As I've crowed before, we've had the biggest time passage since ch11: five whole days!

There was quite a bit of subtle setup this chapter that we'll see come into play later...

I have way too much fun figuring out how secret doorways might be constructed. I didn't do any research here, I just sort of put on my DM hat and sketched a few things until I had something I liked. I don't know if the prose makes it entirely clear how the panel doorway works, but I thought it was clever at least! 😂

There's one thread that people sort of picked up last chapter but less so this chapter (tho tbf I think only 2-3 people are avidly trying to puzzle out the candle business and willing to present their theories to me); it was subtler this time, but it's the Big Clue about how the candle's most diabolical influence works and is ITSELF a clue for something else. Sorry, sorry, this is vague as shit, I know.

Why hasn't Daemon let the boys swing Dark Sister before now? I think it's a combination of injuries, being distracted, and the initial sword trauma when he nearly bisected Rhaegar at Castle Cox.

Jon using puppy training tactics on Shadow 🥺. The ham treats, the yelping upon being bit...

This is the first time the boys have actually been alone in the Red Keep outer grounds. (I don't count the times in the holdfast, or when they were wandering the secret tunnels.) Daemon would 100% have a meltdown if he knew.

I had a lot of fun with the Valyrian children's book, at least coming up with one of the stories, because it involves thinking about what morals/lessons the dragonlords of Valyria would want to instill in their children. In a society where dragon bloodlines were just as important/guarded, stealing a dragon egg must have been a heavily punished crime, so that's reflected in the story. (The boy tries it, the boy dies.) We'll see what other stories show up there!

Writing Jaehaerys and Daemon subtly butting heads, even in mere recollection, never gets old

[it-happened-one-fic]

Hours in the Moonlight: Somnolent Gloaming - 10. Befitting a Knight

Summary: You still didn’t know much about Malleus’s rank, even though you were starting to put together the puzzle pieces on that front, but now you knew he at least had someone who resembled a knight-like figure. Albeit, a loud one.

Series Type: Gender-neutral reader/ Vampire AU/ series/ romantic/ angst/ angst with comfort/ fluff/ sfw/ platonic interactions too!

Trigger Warning: Vampire

Word Count: 1513

Hours in the Moonlight Master-List

I didn’t make it very far in my walk after Lilia’s disappearance before I ran into another character from the Diasomnia clan. Though this one wasn’t strange so much as he was generally unpleasant and rather menacing.

In reality, I really should have been prepared to have a less than pleasant encounter with a vampire considering the way they had stared at me and Silver earlier this evening. But, almost predictably, I was startled when I found my way blocked by a tall young man with pinkish hair. 

A small, strange part of me wondered if the color choice for his hair dye was inspired by Lilia’s presence in the clan.

I blinked up at the man as he grinned down at me, fangs clearly on display as he spoke, “Don’t you have a guard with you today?”

The frown that appeared on my face was immediate even as I stepped backwards, away from both him and his gloating tone, “Your clan leader said I could walk around as I pleased.”

He chuckled at my words, eyes narrowing as he leaned towards me, “Maybe he did, but maybe doing so isn’t the wisest thing for someone quite so… appetizing.”

It was like déjà vu. This man reminded me of the vampires I’d met in the past and was the reason I’d been so wary of Vil to start with. Because vampires like this man seemed to revel in the fear they caused in others. And, frankly speaking, it was disgusting.

I almost grimaced at him, but instead I merely crossed my arms. Showing fear or disgust was seldom a good idea with vampires like this man. Even Rook had told me that it usually just seemed to excite them. It was like they took it as a challenge or something.

It was true that I’d also learned that standing your ground could excite them, but that honestly seemed like the better option. Especially since I was here in my capacity as the local vampire hunter.

Appearing frightened might not be the best look considering my current profession. And while disgust might fit the bill, I really didn’t want to deal with getting in a fight.

But, with that said, I also wasn’t going to just let this guy threaten me.

“It also might not be wise to bother the guest of your clan’s leader,” I let my eyebrows lift as I spoke. But it was true. I technically was Malleus’s guest since he had agreed to let me use the Diasomnia library for research.

Still, even as I played brave, I let myself retreat when the man stepped forward, his eyes alight with an uncomfortably familiar expression as he all but breathed his response, “What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”

I had been hoping that the man would back off when I mentioned Malleus. After all, Malleus himself had implied that a lot of people feared him.

But then I did have to question this man’s good sense. It was hardly the brightest idea to attack a vampire hunter working for your district’s head-vampire in the middle of your clan’s headquarters.

Even if Crowley and I didn’t have the best working relationship, I somehow doubted he would ignore someone outright killing me should I fail to defend myself. After all, ignoring something like that would make him look weak. And I didn’t know much about vampire politics, but I doubted that was the sort of rumor Crowley would want going around.

But then, relying on Crowley’s name hardly seemed wise either. It hadn’t exactly stopped anyone before now after all.

I took another step back, my hand sliding down to the zipper on my bag only for the man in front of me to get stopped by a hand wrapping firmly around his arm and pulling him to an abrupt halt.

His eyebrows furrowed, and he turned, looking behind him even as I stared at Sebek in genuine surprise.

At odds with my wide-eyed surprise, there was a deep frown on the young man’s face as he spoke, “And what does Lord Malleus not know?”

And it was strange. Because normally Sebek’s voice was a booming yell, or at least louder than what would be the norm, but right now it was lower and filled with a sort of unspoken threat that had me wondering exactly what Sebek’s relationship to Malleus was.

He behaved like something akin to a guard or potentially a crazed fan, but so far as I knew, none of the other clan leaders had anything like a guard.

But then, Malleus did seem far more grandiose than many of the others. And he had apparently once had a castle. Perhaps he was some form of ancient vampire nobility?

The vampire stood still for a moment longer, his teeth grinding together before he yanked his arm out of Sebek’s grasp, biting out an annoyed, “Nothing.”

He turned, walking past me, his eyes flicking my way and a smile curving across his face as my eyes followed him warily, “Until next time, Mortal.”

His eyes flashed slightly before he was completely past me and moving on down the hallway. Leaving me alone with Sebek.

I looked back towards Sebek to see him staring in the direction the other vampire had disappeared, and I relaxed. Letting my hand slip away from my bag as I shifted awkwardly, “Thank you… That was fixing to get-”

“You should be more careful,” Sebek interrupted, his gaze darting my way before halting on my person. Almost like he expected his stare alone to be able to root me in place as I blinked at him in quiet surprise.

He only crossed his arms though, his gaze turning more annoyed as he stared pointedly at me, “A human such as yourself should know better than to be caught alone with someone of his ilk.”

I let out a sigh, shaking my head in slight annoyance while also doing my best to not lose my temper. I imagined that Sebek meant well even if his words were rather demeaning.

“I can’t exactly go around with a bodyguard either, though. And I can handle myself,” I met his gaze and was surprised to see that he only seemed more frustrated by my words.

He strode over, his walk purposeful and causing me to stumble back slightly before he abruptly stopped directly in front of me, “You are like Silver, which means that even if you are the Hunter, you are at risk simply due to your assuredly intoxicating scent.”

His words were bitten out and were rising in volume. He would no doubt be yelling in a few moments, but I found myself half stammering out my response as I all but gaped at him in shock, “In-Intoxicating??”

My scent had been mentioned by other vampires, and I was reasonably certain that it was what attracted them, but it had never been quite so bluntly described. Much less as intoxicating.

His left eye twitched, and his next words were practically growled, “It appears that you don’t realize the gravity of your situation.”

I stared at him in perfect shock as he somehow managed to straighten even despite his already perfect posture, and I felt my confusion only swell as a smug smile appeared on his face, at odds with what I’d expected.

But nothing could have prepared me for his booming words: “THEN IT SHALL FALL TO ME THEN TO ENSURE YOUR SAFETY!”

I blinked in raw surprise at both his volume and his declaration before slowly shaking my head, “Oh, no, Sebek. That’s very kind, but-”

“NO! It is a duty befitting a knight, and you are Lord Malleus’s guest. Seeing you injured would shame him and thus CANNOT OCCUR!” I almost flinched at his bellowed words, and I could quite literally hear murmurs from rooms that branched off from the hallway.

At odds with my slight mortification at this turn of events, Sebek seemed to have gained new energy and was looking at me with bright eyes that had me wondering if he really was young. He certainly did look and seem young in this instant….

“Where are you headed to, human? I SHALL ESCORT YOU!” I smiled awkwardly, feeling oddly like I’d been steamrollered into my current position, but also finding I wasn’t that upset.

Somehow, there was an awkward kindness to Sebek that I hadn’t noticed until now. It was like he wanted to ensure my safety and hadn’t been able to figure out how to until now. In fact, I’d thought that Sebek didn’t trust me.

A small part of me wondered if Lilia had spoken to him or something, especially since the short man had just expressed his wishes for me to get along with Sebek, so….

“I was just heading back to the library after my break,” I gave way, defeated but not upset as I smiled at the young man next to me.

 Sebek nodded quickly before turning on his heel and taking the lead, “VERY WELL THEN! This way!”

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combusting into flames

heheh lil' fic ... my first time ever participating in a october of any kinds ohmygosh ,,,

welp! sticktober and the most recent green video gave me motivation to write this ... feral tsc time ... ....

hope u enjoy reading it just as much as i enjoyed writing it !! ^-^ ( although it was kinda difficult and took me some time to think about very specific words to use in this . lol )

( lil' tag : @shad0wr0se9044 ; eheh )

tags :: unreliable narrator , yelling , swearing , post-traumatic stress disorder - PTSD , validation seeking , hurt no comfort , death threats , misunderstandings , fights , talking In musical notes , i am my own beta reader , excuse me for any errors im not a very good beta reader , also is very lowkey unreliable narrator but dont trust them either way

cross-posted on ao3 aswell !!

StickTober | Day 4: Follower / Disaster Word Count : 1,759

Everything was so cold. So unbearably cold.

   Red-orangeish colors - Or were they reddish-orange? they adorned his body like fireflies, flooding his vision and freezing their skin like fibers of glass. His head throbbed restlessly and they felt unbearably cold, almost as if they were swimming in ice.

   Distantly, he could hear several people writhing frantically, some even swimming heavily to the lawn, grabbing it like a lifeline.

   Even more distantly, but which seemed to be rising beneath them, he could hear someone laughing in the distance, their head throbbing even louder at the sound.

   - BAHAHW- SHOULD'VE SEEN YOUR FACES!"

   The camera lens of the cell phone was pointed directly at them, the blinding light momentarily blinding him as the owner of said device walked away cautiously, still smiling big and laughing as loud as the blinding sounds of the lava burning their skin.

   Orange watches as his friend Green watches them writhe in the lava frantically, laughing as if the whole ordeal was just a very poorly done comedy show.

   A picnic. A picnic was what he told them, something completely harmless and peaceful - The picnic would be located in the Sakura biome, where cherry blossoms would fall beneath and the wind would gently embrace them, making the entire air - once slightly tense and distant, now serene and joyful. Where all they would do was eat the adorable sandwiches and feel the sunlight shining beneath them and only them.

   Just them. As it always was.

   At least it seemed that way.

   Green pulled out his phone and walked away - At first, they didn't think much of it. (Well, except Red; He stood up instantly after noticing Green's departure, frowning but continuing to eat the sandwich even while standing.) - Maybe he just wanted to take a photo of them and send it to his Instagram, writing something about friendship and stuff like last time. Neither of them minded it, perhaps a little hesitant, but Green would return to them soon. Just take the photo and then sit back down. Nothing more.

   Then the floor opened. And everything suddenly looked hot and red. His skin burned like icy flames as if shards of glass had stuck to their skin and refused to let go. Bells rang in his head like thunder and everything spun wildly - blurs of different colors swam across his vision restlessly and confused their brain to no end - they desperately swimmed to the edge of the lawn, clinging to it like a lifeline as he gasped and huffed.

   He looked up. Green, even if blurred, was the only color that stood out in his vision - Towering over him like a cloud, so bright it hurt.

   He tricked them. It was all a trick. He didn't want to spend 'quality time' with them as previously told - Instead, he wanted to record the entire ordeal, not giving two cents that none of them asked for it, that none of them were even having fun.

   He bumped them into lava, applauding the ordeal as if a comedy show was being played instead.

   Orange felt his hands close around the grass more firmly, pieces of grass outlining their hand with the rigid action.

   He almost ended their friends.

   Orange leaned on the edge, successively climbing out of the pool that juggled violently on his skin.

   They are gonna end him.

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   - FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT-"

   - PLEASEPLEASE STOP- ORANGE-"

   - GET THE HELL OFF OF ME-"

   - STOP FIGHTING! Blue, please, calm down-"

   - OHH YEAHH- BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF HIM, ORANGEY!"

   - RED, SHUT UP!"

   Green rolled his finger over the screen, bringing his legs closer to his chest as he rested his chin on top of his knees, absentmindedly leaning his back posteriorly to the fluffy pillows behind him, wincing slightly at the mildly sharp sensation he felt upon closer contact.

   He browsed through the comments on his most recent video, unthinkingly skimming throughout phrases and sentences incontinently - Something to abstract his mind off of the backache that sent twinges down his body intermittently.

   Green hissed as he felt his back slam onto the grass, his cell phone flying out of his reach and his glasses hung loosely on his face ; He's pretty sure he heard a low pop coming from one of his lenses after the heavy impact. Orange had him pinned to the ground, his hands were kneading the grass on either side of his head, holding him in place - Green frowned, ready to fight to get Orange off of him and complain about how the sudden approach disturbed the video only to shudder by the absolutely furious look on their face. - WERE YOU TRYING TO KILL US???" Orange shouted, making Green flinch at the volume so close to his face. Green tried to laugh nervously, raising his hands in surrender. - Dude- Chill, it's just a prank-" Orange growled, frowning in ever greater annoyance. - WHAT KIND OF A FUCKING PRANK INVOLVES DROPPING YOUR FRIENDS INTO LAVA." Irritation began to rise through Green now; Not just by having Orange literally screaming in his face, but by essentially hearing the implication that they truly believed he was capable of legitimately harming them albeit having known him for years. - IT'S NOT EVEN ACTUAL LAVA- GET OFF OF ME!" - WHAT MADE YOU THINK DROPPING US INTO FAKE ASS LAVA WITHOUT US KNOWING WOULD BE A GOOD IDEA???" - DID YOU SERIOUSLY THINK I WOULD EVER TRY TO ENDANGER YOU GUYS ON PURPOSE????" Green shouted back, his brow furrowing in irritation and betrayal. - WELL, WHAT WOULD BE YOUR FIRST FUCKING THOUGHT WHEN BEING DROPPED INTO WHAT LOOKS LIKE LAVA." Green fell silent, staring at Orange's furious face in disbelief. Did ... Did they genuinely believed he was going to deliberately put them in legitimate danger? But- They've known him for years??? They know he would never do that, right??? ... right? A distant sniffle from behind Orange distracted him from his thoughts, tilting his head up and glance his eyes towards the sound - Or, at least; Tried, seeing as Orange was still firm in pinning him to the ground. Yellow whispered cute comforts into the air, gently stroking Blue's back with Red standing right next to xhem. The latter giving him a stern look as soon as she noticed his gaze, scoffing before bending down and pulling Blue into a side-hug, avoiding looking at him. Blue was shaking uncontrollably, holding onto Yellow's arm as if xheir life depended on it - Xheir head was bowed to the ground, sniffles and sobs coming from xheir huddled position in Red's arms. Green stared at them for a moment, confusion and worry filling his being as he noticed Blue crying softly in their friends' arms, small splashes of water still dripping from their forms sitting on the floor. Why was Blue crying? It was just a prank ... Orange seemed to have gotten out of whatever furious storpor he was in, glancing an eye to look at the trio, then back at Green - Letting out a sigh, they pushed themself away from him and stood up, inhaling several deep breaths and mumbling unintelligible words of which Green was too far away to understand.  Green took off the limply glasses from his face (One of them had its' lens broken. Great.) and sat up, hissing softly as he felt his head become somewhat heavier, along with a sharp pain in his back that made him feel like he had slept on a log. - I'm sorry.. Just." Orange took a deep breath. - .. Go home." Green blinked, promptly standing up and ignoring the sharp pain he felt inside his skull from the abrupt movement. - What? No! I'm not going to-" - Home." - -leave and ignore Blue who is literally crying-" - HOME."

   Green shivered, burying his face in his knees and biting his trembling lip as he desperately blinked away the tears that were gradually beginning to well up, soft sobs escaping his throat unwillingly.

   Several hours has passed upon prior practically throwing himself on the mattress almost immediately upon ingressing at their shared room, having stolen regeneration potions from Blue on his way to the computer at Orange's command.

   Although he felt like immense fatigue filling his entire body and ready to collapse whilst enwrapped with innumerable comfy pillows and cozy blankets, Green found himself grabbing his phone out of his pocket and opening Youtube, scrolling through various comments from his latest video without actual real direction.

   He just wanted some distraction, some comfort - Anything that could ease the agonizing pain in his chest.

   His brain can't discern what he did wrong.

   It was just a joke. A laugh- A prank! Something they've all done to each other before, over and over again; innumerous times. This time is no different. He only stayed one step ahead of each of them in this silly prank war.

   So why were they so angry? Why didn't they just brush it off like they always did?

   Why didn't anything ever turn out the way he expected them to?

   Green sighed softly, taking a deep (although shaky) breath to calm the sobs in his throat and continuing his directionless journey of scrolling through the comments in the hope of finding something that could potentially pique his interest.

   He doesn't know what to do with the video now. It started out as a harmless prank that ended in a terrible disaster that broke one of the lenses in his glasses and made his friends extremely angry with him.

   Maybe he should just delete it-

@(ThisIsAnActualCommentThatImNotGonnaReveal) Bro Its So nice

   Green froze, blinking away the fog in his brain.

   Bro Its So Nice

   All thoughts about his friends and his unsuccessfully video ready for potential deletion are long forgotten - The only thing his brain focused on was those four(4) words, reading them over and over again.

   The entire video, he just sat on the same couch for six hours - The only thing that indicated time passing was the giant stopwatch right above him and the couch.

   For six hours, he sat in the same place, doing absolutely nothing.

   . . .

   Maybe he could just edit the video. Cut some parts, re-record others - Everything so that his audience, his beloved followers, would be duly satisfied.

   He couldn't just let them down just because of a stupid little fight. Fights happen between friends all the time! No big deal! Surely his friends would understand. Why wouldn't they?

   So Nice

   They loved his videos, he couldn't keep them waiting apprehensively for any potential new videos much longer. After all, the channel is for them.

   It's all for them.

   Just for them.

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[dialovers-translations]

DIABOLIK LOVERS ZERO Animate Tokuten Drama CD “A Vampire’s Late Night Snack Terror” [Kino ver.]

Original title: 夜更かしヴァンパイアの食テロ飯 [キノ編]

Source: Diabolik Lovers ZERO Vol. 7 Animate Tokuten CD

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Tomoaki Maeno

Translator’s note: I went into this fully expecting a repeat of Kou with Kino setting the kitchen on fire but he’s actually a decent cook??? It was also really cute how he wants to be more independent and stop relying on Yuuri to do everything for him. I swear this guy keeps on winning me over again and again ever since I played his Lost Eden route.

Kino burst into the room.

*Thud*

“...God! What does he mean ‘You can’t do it, Kino’...!? Who does he think I am, huh!?”

You ask him what’s wrong.

“It’s very simple! I was looking for a change of pace and casually offered to make a meal...but what do you think Yuuri said in response to that? ...That it’s impossible for me! I can cook though! It’s just that I usually choose not to!”

You tell them it’s not good to fight.

“We’re not fighting or anything...Well, I guess it’s true that I don’t exactly cook very often. Yuuri does it for me after all. But he didn’t have to just flat out doubt my capabilities like that! Aah...It pisses me off! Can’t I get back at him somehow? ...Right! You’re a pretty good cook, aren’t you?”

You suspect that he might want you to teach him.

“Yes, exactly! ...Teach me! How to cook!”

You seem hesitant.

“...Are you going to tell me that I can’t as well?”

You tell him that it’s too late to cook now.

“Who cares that it’s the middle of the night? Besides, I’m a Vampire, so I’m active during this time of day. ...Ah-aah...That really stings. You’ll have to do something now to make up for this emotional pain.”

Kino approaches you.

*Rustle*

“So...Where do you want me to bite you? It would seem to me that you’re dying to have me give you a taste of pain, so I’ll gladly take you up on that offer?”

You protest.

“I won’t wait. So, where do you want my fangs? Ahー Perhaps I should go for your ear? It’s a very sensite spot, so I’m sure it’ll hurt a lot?”

You continue to fight back.

“Then...You’ll teach me, right? I don’t care about the dish itself.”

You agree.

“There we go. You should have just nodded in agreement from the beginning.”

*Rustle*

“Well then, let’s go to the kitchen then. Just a heads up, pick something fancy but possible for me to make, okay?”

*TIMESKIP*

*Rustle rustle*

*Thud*

“You’ve started...lining up some strange things. These odd vegetables and...cheese? What are we going to make with these?”

You refuse to tell him for now.

“That’s something to look forward to? Okay, sure. I guess I’ll follow your instructions this once. ーー So, where should I start?”

*Rustle*

“What...is this?”

You tell him.

“Eh? This is lotus root!? I had no idea it had this sort of shape...”

*Rustle*

“Oh, you’re right! Now that you mention it, the cross-section looks like lotus root! I should slice it, right?”

You tell him he has to cut it thinly.

“Eeeh? You have so many requests. Yeah, I know. I’ll cut thin slices.”

You tell him the amount you need.

“One hundred gram!? So what does 100 gram of lotus root look like exactly!? Could you stop giving me all the difficult tasks!?”

*Cling*

“Hmph...God. I’ll just wing it...”

*Chop chop chop*

“About this much?”

You praise his knifework. 

“Guess so. I mean, obviously I know how to use a knife. So, what’s next?”

You turn on the stove.

“Ah...We’re going to bake these? ...You can hear the sound of the oil sizzling. Can I add the lotus root now?”

You give him instructions again.

“There you go asking complicated things again...Fine. I should line them up leaving as little gaps as possible...and bake them until the surface is crispy, right?”

*Pshhh*

*Rustle*

“Mmh! Looking good! It’s got a nice brown color and gives off a rich fragrance. What should I do next?”

*Rustle*

“Are these leftovers from dinner? Can I put them on?”

You nod.

“Then I’ll place these bite-sized pieces of bacon all around...and sprinkle the finely chopped pieces of tomato on top as well, okay? The rings of green pepper as well. ...Mmh! A nice array of colors! As to be expected of me! Why don’t we add in some konpeito as well while we’re at it? I really like these ones!”

*Cling cling*

“See? Aren’t they pretty? I’m very fond of the star shape as well. Let’s try mixing it in here!”

You stop him.

*Rustle*

“Eeh~? Party pooper! ...Fine then. ...So, what comes next?”

You had him a bag of grated cheese.

“Oh? This is...grated cheese, no? Eeh? But if we put this on top, it’ll ruin the nice color palate we had going on, no? ...Ah, right! The key is to put an even, thin layer! ...I’ll put it on top then, okay?”

Kino adds the cheese.

“Sprinkle it all over...”

*Rustle*

“There! It’s starting to melt, look! Uwah~! It looks really delicious already!”

You tell him that it’s not quite ready yet.

“Fine. I’ll put on the lid, okay?”

*Cling*

“Now we just wait, right? I’ve gotten kind of hungry even though I had dinner earlier. Well, I guess I don’t technically need to eat since I’m a Vampire but I can’t wait for the finished product!”

*TIMESKIP*

*Cling*

“Uwah! It looks scrumptious! Although you can tell by the scent alone that it’s going to be delicious. Is it done now?”

You nod and plate it.

*Cling*

“Hooray! It’s done! ...Quick and easy, lotus root pizza!”

You seem surprised that he could tell what it’s based on.

“It’s pretty obvious that it’s meant to be a pizza. This is the first time I’ve seen someone use lotus root for the crust though. Say...Why don’t we give it a little taste before we go show it to Yuuri? It’s really tempting me.”

You give him permission.

“Hehe~ Well then...Time to dig in~!”

Kino takes a bite.

“Mmh...Nn...Mmh~! What’s this!? Holy shit! It’s super delicious!”

You ask him if he really likes it that much.

“Yeah! It’s out of this world! The lotus root crust is really crispy! Even though it’s thin, because it’s been crisped up in the pan, it has a really rich flavor. Kind of like vegetable chips...? 

I really like the melted cheese on top as well! You should eat it while it’s still piping hot. Similar to a cheese fondue, I love how the cheese wraps around the vegetables and brings out the sweetness! 

Also, the smoky aroma from the bacon has seeped into the lotus root. The fat from the meat melts inside your mouth...”

*Crunch*

“Mmh...Delicious!”

You say that you’re glad he likes it.

“Mm~ Way to go! You hit the nail on the head by choosing this recipe! It’s easy to make and delicious. Just like what I asked for!”

*Rustle rustle*

*Thud*

“Huh? Is that...jelly?”

*Rustle*

“Uwah! There’s konpeito inside! So pretty...It looks like stars floating in the sky.”

You ask if he likes it. 

“Of course I like it! I was wondering what you were up to earlier, but you were making this, huh? You really are a great asset with how you’ll take all of my requests into account. What more could a man ask for (1)?”

You get flustered.

“What are you blushing for? I honestly wouldn’t mind marrying you right here, right now?”

You panic even more. 

“Hahaha! What are those weird movements for? Honestly, I never grow tired watching you. ...Oh well, let’s leave that topic for another day.”

*Cling*

“I’m positive Yuuri will be shocked when he sees this table!”

You agree.

“Mmh. ...Well, I know this all started after I got into an argument with Yuuri but I actually had one more reason to want to cook. I realized that I should start becoming more independent little by little...I decided to stop thinking in terms of ‘a master and his servants’, remember? I don’t want to use Yuuri as a personal butler forever, you see. That’s why I gotta at least be able to cook by myself.”

You chuckle.

“What are you grinning for? It’s creepy. Are you mocking me, perhaps?”

You shake your head.

“I wonder. ...This is your punishment for making me upset.”

*Cling*

“Here, say ‘aahn’.”

You refuse.

“I’m not taking no as an answer. Now open your mouth?”

*Rustle*

“Fufu, very obedient now, aren’t we? ...Here you go, ‘aahn’.”

*Crunch*

“Good, right? I made it myself, so be sure to savor it thoroughly, okay?”

You nod.

“Right? Come on, feed me some as well.”

*Cling*

“Aahn~”

*Crunch*

“Mm...Mmh...Yeah, delicious! If we eat too much, there will be none left but...Oh well! We’ve still got plenty of ingredients left, so we can always make a new batch! I want to share the very first dish I made together with you anyway. ...Right~?”

ーー THE END ーー 

Translation notes

(1) Kino calls her a ‘ryousai kenbo’ which literally means ‘good wife, wise mother’ and which is kind of seen as the ideal for woman in Japan and a lot of East-Asian countries. 

[ristois]

Aristois - “SH✰W ✰FF!”

This is an art project I was assigned to complete at the beginning of the school semester, and I figured I'd share it since there are so many Project Sekai references that it's practically fanart at this point. I really didn't mean to make fanart; I started with lyrics from "Teratera" and just kept adding references until the entire collage was themed around Leo/need by accident.

If you decide to read under the cut, just know that there is a lot of writing. I did a lot of yapping.

Launching myself into this, I had a very loose idea of what I wanted to do. I knew I wanted to incorporate bright colors, music, and typography[art and technique of type] into the collage I was assigned to create-- or perhaps more accurately, assemble-- which led me to the idea of using graffiti-inspired text.

The assignment was to create a collage using words somehow, and I immediately decided that I was going to use song lyrics. I chose lyrics from "Teratera", which naturally led me to Leo/need and subsequently interpreting the lyrics I chose through the lenses of a space theme because space band. Vivid BAD SQUAD would fit my initial idea of 'graffiti' more than Leoni with their unit theme, but rock music is pretty punk I'd say. Plus Leoni is my favorite unit.

"SHOW OFF!" isn't the song’s original name despite being the title of my collage, as the original title was in Japanese, and the exclamation mark was added to balance the number of letters. The song is more commonly known by its Romaji name "Teratera" with "SHOW OFF" as the official English translation of the name, despite the more literal translation of "Shimmering".

The producer of "Teratera" has a few different names, as do many other VocaPs. He’s known as Wada Takeaki, KurageP, and electripper, but for my project, I chose his shortest name. The black kanji on a dripping white background spells out KurageP, and in the bottom left pool of green highlighter are little jellyfish as a nod to 'Kurage' translating to 'jellyfish'.

"Teratera" was commissioned for Leo/need, which is why the collage is themed around space. You can see the space theme with the background of Voices and the many stars scattered around the art piece. Both places where I wrote the band name-- in the upper left corner and abbreviated to L/N left of the brick pattern-- are written in blue with a theme of stars in mind. There's also the 'moon' and 'sun' in opposing corners, though I made them more to reflect the lyrics as symbols of life vs death than celestial bodies.

Speaking of life and death, the blue divide in the middle is meant to be a barrier between life and death. I was thinking about the River Styx from Greek mythology, a river that Ancient Greeks would cross on their way into the afterlife. The lyrics I chose are composed of two lines, with the line discussing the singer's single shot at life left written over the blue river. Saki is the Pjsk character "Teratera" was commisioned for, so her backstory plays a large part in the structuring of the collage. The lyrics and placement of the words on the 'river' are meant to show her awareness of her own mortality, because she's balanced on the precarious line of life and death for most of her hospitalized childhood.

People think of death mainly in terms of red and black. Red invokes feelings of anger and the imagery of blood. It's the idealized color of Hell and the afterlife. Meanwhile, black is seen as the absence of all color, and similarly, the absence of all life. There are also associations with death through the Grim Reaper’s outfit choice of a black cloak and the primary color worn at [Western] funerals being black.

However, I feel that green is a much more poetic representation of death. An odd choice perhaps, when the color green usually symbolizes plants and life. But much like yellow, there's a duality to green. Yellow can be the sun’s warm rays or a wasp’s toxic warning coat. Green is poison, the slow death that you see as you die. There can't be life without death; as much as green symbolizes life, it also represents the inevitable death that will come.

The green underneath the 'river' also resembles an asteroid field, with the darker green shapes appearing similar to asteroids scattered around a celestial body. Outer space can also be a metaphor for death, with the very conspicuous lack of oxygen along with deadly radiation in a freezing black void.

The part above the 'river' is stuffed with words in different colors, fonts, and sizes. It's meant to be a little overwhelming and a little messy, just like real life. It's not complete chaos, everything has its reasoning, but there's so much going on that exploring every little bit would take a while. Despite so much going on and the ‘life’ part taking up more space than the 'death' part, the collage is meant to be weighted equally with the calmness of the 'death' part contrasting the chaotic 'life'.

The letters in SHOW OFF! are drawn in four distinct styles modeled after each band member and in their respective character colors of blue, yellow, reddish pink, and green. 'O' has jagged edges and a roundish shape to emulate a meteor because Ichika's first commissioned song was called "Pulse of the Meteor", with the 'S' following the sharpness of 'O'. The bursts of green, red, yellow, and blue from the 'O' are meant to look like spray paint, with the little lightning shapes mimicking a comet tail.

'H' and 'F' have spikes like a heartbeat monitor because these letters were modeled after Saki, who was hospitalized for most of her childhood. Or that's what I would say if that wasn't a complete design coincidence on my part. I did not plan this and burst into semi-histerical giggles when I realized they looked like heartbeat spikes.

The 'O' and 'F' are on graph paper as a reference to Honami's backstory being connected to the actions of her past classmates and school in general, with the 'O' being a star because she's the most knowledgable about astronomy in Leoni.

The 'W' and '!' are closer to an actual graffiti style than the rest to show how Shiho was the one who pushed the others into realizing their dream of becoming professional musicians, reflecting graffiti's close ties with hip-hop music and punk subcultures.

The "Teratera" squished between the 'W' and '!' was drawn with yellow and pink highlighter to reflect the character that the song was commissioned for, since Saki has blonde hair that fades into pink along with pink eyes.

The other words scattered throughout the art piece are the 3rd rotation songs commissioned for the other three band members and the producers of each song. "Teratera" is the Saki's song written by KurageP, "the WALL" is Ichika's song written by buzzG, "Flyway" is Honami's song written by halyosy, and "Voices" is Shiho's song written by Yuyoyuppe.

I drew "the WALL" on a brick pattern that I made impulsively with scrap paper lying around from the ‘sun’ and ‘moon’. It wasn't even supposed to be a brick pattern? I was just stacking the rectangle scraps in a pyramid, and it ended up resembling bricks. I decided to draw "the WALL" onto the pattern, because brick wall, along with “buzzG” underneath in a slightly messier style than usual to try emulating a graffiti artist tagging themselves underneath their art. It’s a little hard to see “the WALL” because I used white pen on yellow paint, but that was intentional to create a faded paint look.

"Flyway" is meant to invoke feelings of an American diner, because Honami's favorite food is apple pies and apple pies are the quintessential American food for some inexplicable reason, seeing as apple pies are decidedly not American in origin. Regardless, the combination of the color red and American food resulted in an old-fashioned American diner checker pattern along with the vaguely cursive lettering reminiscent of old diner signs-- at least the ones that weren’t neon lights.

I liked creating "Voices" the most; it was a result of my experiments with graffiti-based typography using the materials I already had on hand to achieve bright colors. I made “Voices” with two sticky notes layered on top of each other that I cut out with an X-Acto knife along with a green highlighter and a white gel pen for accents. The area I was going to put it in looked a little plain, so I made a galaxy background with a piece of paper painted purple, a blue pen, a black pen, and a white gel pen. Surprise of surprises, blue and black pen scribbled on top of each other created a vague galaxy coloring. I originally tried to write Yuyoyuppe with a black pen, but it blended in too much, so I went over it with my white gel pen.

This art project essentially turned into me stuffing as many PJSK references as I possibly could while drawing funny letters, cramming every inch of free space with color, and attacking every single piece of paper in my vicinity with scissors. And a nigh obsessive use of my white gel pen.

There was very little composition planning before I jumped into this project. Quite frankly, it was only 'moon in one corner, sun in other corner, and lyrics somewhere in the middle'. The rest was pure chaos.

Literally none of the analysis or space metaphors were planned. I was just pulling bullshit out of my pockets because my art teacher told me I needed to write an artist statement to go with my work for an exhibition. I chose to use my statement to explain what the fuck most of the color explosion meant, and it ended up being really long from my accidental info dumping.

My art process was: Collage with words>Song lyrics. "Teratera" ended up being the song I chose -> lyrics about one chance left? sun and moon divided by lyrics -> little swirly thing around moon with HIGHLIGHTER! -> fill in under separating line with the rest of my green scrap paper -> slap dark green scraps on top and immediately regret it because it looks like random ass black triangles in my green -> idly filling in space by making a pyramid with scrap pieces of yellowish rectangular paper from making the sun -> SHOW OFF! has eight letters, which means two for each Leo/need member; design around member colors and general themes of Ichika=spiky, Saki=this one font I made that reminds me of race cars, Honami=notebook doodles, & Shiho=graffiti -> TERATERA in between 'W' & '!' because I wanted to include the Romaji spelling and wanted to use these two highlighters I had to make a warm color gradient -> going to put these lightning bolt thingies to use; background looks kinda plain, so be bedazzled with a graffiti-looking spray thingy!!! -> huh, I should put the name of Teratera's composer somewhere; he gets the honor of the good ole drippy graffiti decal and the only acknowledgment in the piece that this is a Japanese song -> translating the composer's name leads me to add little jellyfish in the swirling green highlighter using more highlighter and my white gel pen -> I have a lot of space to fill under SHOW OFF!; the other Leo/need third tier songs it is! -> huh, the pyramid I made earlier looks like a brick wall pattern. WAIT OMG I COULD WRITE the WALL ON IT!!! -> for some reason my mind went Honami>apple pies>America(though apple pie isn't American)+Honami's represent color & the main color of the Flyway event outfits(red)= retro American diner checker pattern for Flyway -> I spend an entire day making Voices using some sticky notes I had, because I didn't have a good bright yellow or lime green and I wanted a very obvious graffiti-inspired text bit aside from the KurageP earlier -> realize Voice looks naked by itself so scribble on the lest of my scrap paper with blue and black pen to make a galaxy looking thing for a background -> shove Leo/need in the corner using my blue bic pen and custom star font because star band -> lyrics finally get added in white gel pen and black pen -> realize I have Leo/need colored bear highlighters and split the little remaining white space into four, slap L & N on top with my blue pen, and draw the little Leo/need logo from the World Link uniforms on top in white gel pen

I really hope no one who knows me in real life finds this, because they will either be a passing acquaintance or one of my siblings, and I think I would rather have 11 teeth removed again than be confronted by either over fanart.

[iheartchv]

Hiiiiii 💙💙💙 I love your COD match ups and I was wondering if I could have one too??

I’m 5’1”/155cm, very curvy but also surprisingly strong for a woman. Natural blonde with blue eyes but my hair is a different color like every few months (it’s blue right now! 🤭). I pretty much only wear makeup when I go out; the rest of the time it’s only mascara and brows. I like to wear superhero or witchy t shirts, leggings or jeans and combat boots, or in the winter I love my silly cozy sweaters.

I’m an INFJ, Ennegram Type 9. I am very definitely an introvert that prefers to spend time alone at home or in the woods with my dogs. I devour books, mostly fantasy/romance/mystery, I love playing cozy games or adventure games, and I write like a fiend. I’m a practicing witch.

I take a long time to bond and trust people, but when I am close with people I’m very hyper, affectionate, bubbly, sweet and loving. I still do best one on one or in very small groups. I’m AuDHD with high anxiety so I definitely feel way more comfortable with people who either are similar or understand how to help me through meltdowns.

I’m a professional dog trainer and have several Border collies who I spend most of my time and energy on; they are my heart and soul. We do EVERYTHING together 💙 my favorite part of my day is being outside with them.

My hyperfixations currently are Nightwing & Red Hood, COD, dogs and witchy things 🥰

Thank you so much in advance, you are such a cool person and I love your writing!!

🤔 I'll pair you with...

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish 🧼

I think Soap would be your match

Total opposites yet can't stand to be apart for long periods of time

//I'm running out of scenarios, bear with me >3>

You're out shopping in town

Ofc your fur babies have to go with you

They were pretty well behaved and everyone loved seeing your dogs

"You've got some loyal body guards" they'd say

Some of the older ladies gossip about you needing to find yourself a man

But you thought you had all you needed: just you and your dogs

Little did you know that running into Soap would lead you down a path you never thought you'd take

Soap was sitting on a bench, watching people pass by, just sitting alone with his thoughts

You passed by and a piece of paper fell out of your back pocket

He saw the paper and figured it was yours

Could've been important

"Hey, miss"

You turned around to see if there was someone talking to you

"Yes?"

"You dropped this"

You were met with the most beautiful blue eyes you've seen

"Oh, uhm, thanks. It was just my grocery list"

A small smile crossed yoir lips

"Oh... do you want it anyway? I can throw it away for you, if you want. I just thought maybe there was something important on it"

"Sure, that'd be fine if you threw it away"

"Yes, ma'am"

He crumbled the paper in his hand and threw it in a nearby trash bin

Soap noticed you had your hands full, your dog's leashes and bags of groceries in hand

"You've got a handful. I could help you with that"

You didn't want to feel like a burden to this stranger, who made your heart feel strangely warm and fuzzy

"Are you sure, you don't mind?"

"Nah, not fir a beautiful lady like yourself"

You felt your heart start to pound

Your cheeks started to turn pink at his flirty compliment

"Okay"

He took the bags from your arms and then smiled at you

"Lead the way, I'll follow"

As you both walked to your house Soap and you introduced yourselves

He commented on your dogs, how they seemed so well trained

When you told him you were a trained dog trainer he smirked

"Ah, that's why"

He liked dogs

He was a dog person

When you made it to your front step, you opened the door to let your dogs inside, and then turned to collect your bags from Soap

He handed them to you

"You got them?" He asked, making sure you could close your dog with your arms full

"Yeah, I got them. Thanks"

"You're welcome."

A ring coming from his cell phone signaled him to go

"I've gotta go. Will I see you around?"

"Yeah, most likely"

"Alright. You take care of yourself."

You gave a nod with a soft smile

"You too."

🤍

You two became friends, close friends

So close, anyone would've thought you both were a couple

Soap would joke and tease saying they were, which made you blush and get flustered

He would only laugh and reply "I'm just joshin' with ya"

Any time he had, Soap would drop by to visit you

(Before meeting you again, he went back to the trash bin and got the crumbled piece of paper before going home that afternoon... to keep it because it had your handwriting on it)

Months went by, and everytime you went into town your eyes scanned the stores, streets, and faces of people to find Soap

Yeah, he told you he was in the military

You kinda figured he was most likely to be far away somewhere in some country or countries

You just hoped that he make it back safe

In the short amount of time, you had come to enjoy being around him

Plus your collies loved him

And he loved them, as well, as if they were his own

It warmed your heart to see him playing with your dogs outside, petting them, giving them scratches

Right now, you felt your heart tighten and your eyes water a bit

You missed him so much

You hoped every day and night that Soap would be always protected and return

One day, you saw him and you never felt more happy to see anyone

Your dogs reflected your happiness, their tails wagging

"Johnny!"

He saw you running to him, your dogs running faster then you and leading you, it seemed like

He let out a 'oof!' and a soft chuckle as you wrapped your arms around him in a hug

He hugged you back, loving the feel of you in his arms

His heart felt so warm and fuzzy holding you like this

"I'm glad you're safe and sound"

"Me, too, bonnie. Me, too...."

❤

After a while, Soap asked you out on a date

It went pretty well

He stole a kiss from you

He thought you looked cute blushing and flustered

After many more dates, he wanted to be official with you

"I want you to be my girlfriend... I understand if you say no, but... I just want you to know that I love you, I care about you. I want you, you're all I want, sweetheart"

You accept after thinking your feelings over and through

You've made him the happiest man on earth right now

Soap will do whatever it takes to make you happy, as happy as you've made him

[cant-icle]

one of the untitled ones. pick one, any one

yea ok

uhhh this one was last edited 12/18/19 and is pegoryu, i'll post the whole thing under the cut bc its like 700 words

Despite all earlier efforts to dissuade him, Akira really wants a pineapple burger. 

So they’re gonna go sneak out of the hotel to get one. 

This is incredibly stupid; Ryuji may be an idiot, but he’s not dumb. He’s also about as strong as wet tissue paper in the face of Akira actually telling him he wants something. Big Bang Burger is open 24 hours here in Hawaii (crazy!!) and they’re actually going to sneak out of the hotel to go get one.

Akira meets him in the hallway, his hair a mess, his eyes gleaming. “Are you ready?” he asks, barely a few centimeters from Ryuji’s ear. “If we get caught, we just say we’re getting something out of the vending machines for Mishima, okay? He drank some of the tap water and he’s been complaining all night.”

“Shit,” Ryuji wrinkles his nose in sympathy. “Yeah, okay. Let’s do this.”

Amazingly, they don’t get caught.

There’s no teachers in the hallway, no staff out this late at night; there is a Makoto near the front desk, but her head is buried in a book and it’s child’s play to creep around her and through the automatic doors and out into the night.

Ryuji very wisely waits until they’re halfway down the beach to the shopping strip to whoop. They did it! Got out of there scott-free! Sure, getting back in’s gonna be just as tricky, but that’s a problem for later! “Dude!” he says, half-gasping, prodding Akira’s shoulder with his fist over and over until Akira ducks under his arm and jabs him in the ribs. “Man! That was—”

“We do sneakier things in the Metaverse all the time,” Akira reminds him, but the knife-grin on his face belies the adrenaline he’s clearly feeling too. “It was just getting past Makoto.”

“Seriously, I thought she was gonna look up—” He bumps his shoulder into Akira’s, lightly at first and then harder, until he’s almost overbalancing both of them and Akira’s shoes slip in the soft sand. “We were almost toast!”

“Are you— get off me, what are you doing? I’m not gonna carry you—” 

Despite his complaints, Akira’s laughing; he hears it in the husky undertones of his voice, and leans all the harder into him. “You’re a big strong thief, you can hold me!”

“You’re the musclehead! Why aren’t you carrying me?”

“You want me to carry you?” Ryuji asks, grinning wide. Akira looks at him, then steps backwards. “Nah, Aki, you want me to carry you?” 

He reaches out but Akira’s already sprinting off, stumbling in the soft sand

“So,” Ryuji asks, more distracted by the feel of the waves curling soft and warm against his calves than anything, “how is it?” 

Akira chews for a moment, a moment Ryuji spends admiring the shape of his jaw and the curl of his hair in the moonlight. This should feel like the least romantic thing in the world, honestly; he can’t smell anything but the grease wafting off the fry bag clamped in his hand, and Akira’s got sauce smeared up his cheek, his hair shoved up and off his forehead by his stupid dumb fake glasses.

But the moon turns his skin to porcelain and his eyes to gunmetal, leaches the color from his clothes until he’s as much a part of the night as any other piece of the scenery.

“S’okay,” Akira finally says, but his pleased expression and the way he twists away when Ryuji sways closer to his hard-won prize betrays him. 

“Worth it?” Ryuji presses, sloshing closer, until their sides touch.

Akira chews a little more, Ryuji following the motion when he swallows. “Salty.” 

“Could be the ocean air.”

“Could be.” He takes another bite, a mournful moue crossing his face when he sees how little there is left.

“Man, why you gotta be all stoic? You like it, you like that big dumb piece of pineapple on bread, don’t you?”

“It’s not dumb!” 

“Then y’wouldn’t mind if I—” Ryuji sways down towards it 

and thats it!

[kimerawrt]

Dannymay 2024, now with kitty paws!

Prompts from my AU, also in AO3

Day 10: Mausoleum

There were not many mausoleums in Amity Park Cemetery. They were mostly made of granite and decorated with beautiful sculptures of angels and crosses. The sizes didn’t vary much but there was one that stood apart from the rest. It was the biggest mausoleum of the cemetery and obviously belonged to rich people. It was made of marble and the statues were decorated with gold and silver.

It was a beautiful place that was rarely visited. By the living of course.

Every night, dozens of blob ghosts filled the elegant place of rest and floated around. It seemed that the mausoleum gave these small ghosts a sense of comfort and they used it to rest. Though not all ghosts wanted to rest in these places.

“Nya!”

A cat that looked very strange entered the mausoleum of marble by phasing through the walls. This ghost cat seemed to be made of different parts that were not joined together but they moved in tandem. The head, torso, tail, and each of the limbs were visibly separated and each of a different color. The head was bright blue, the torso purple, the tail ecto-green, two legs were pink and the other two were red. It was like the cat was made of puzzle pieces.

“Danny! Separating your limbs is cheating!” another cat ran after the puzzle cat.

This one looked as if the sunrise was captured in her fur. The many beautiful colors made her look like a bright cat shaped form in the middle of the dark mausoleum.

“Meow, meow!” Danny, the puzzle cat, meowed with a mischievous grin.

“What do you mean is not cheating?!” Dani the sunrise cat exclaimed in frustration.

“Nyaaa!” Danny ran away from Dani and hid behind some blob ghosts.

“You can’t hide from me!” Dani chased after her big cousin/brother. She was going to win this game of tag.

The two kittens chased each other all around the mausoleum, jumping over the sculptures, using the blob ghosts as shields, and leaving paw prints in every flat surface. The blob ghosts found the cats funny and followed them around, adding to the game as additional players.

All night, the clone cousins/siblings played around many different cat games. It was a good thing that it was a Friday night.

[jadetheblueartist]

QUESTIONS FOR THE BOYS (laz and Yuki) (can I call him laz? I keep forgetting how to spell Lazarus XD)

Why do Laz and Yuki become friends? What do they have in common?

Does Yuki like any bands? He seems like a music guy to me

Do either of them have any hobbies?

And because I was asked this recently and love the question, what are both of their idle animations? (Like what they do as they sit still or stand for a while ex. Cracking your knuckles, leg bounce, etc.)

+ any other fun details/ideas/interactions/ANYTHING for them you wanna talk about?

I love these guys ndihsnjisnsjomsoknduind

HEHE THIS GOT LONG HERES A CUT

-(Hehe feel free to call him Laz, Lazarus is just too much sometimes XD)

-They become friends bc of right place, right time, everyone might die XD Yuki stumbles into the pocket dimension where Laz is stuck and somehow manages to get him out (neither of them know how this happened??) Laz feels compelled to stick around and fix the pocket dimension (it will collapse and rip a hole in reality if it doesn’t have a host to sustain it) bc he’s responsible, and Yuki is really lonely and has latched onto Laz at this point and so the quest begins! They have some bonding, mainly over their struggles with all types of relationships. Laz helps Yuki to process his anger better and Yuki helps Laz to become something other than just numb. I need to give them some smaller interests to bond over eventually (feel free to suggest anything if you’ve got ideas ^^)

-Ooooh yeah he would be a music guy. He prefers the really intense songs, like more metal and hard rock. I think the band from that one episode- Digg- would fit his vibe also. But since I don’t know much about the genre in depth, this shall be vague XD

-While neither of them have too much time for these during the quest, they do still have their hobbies they like. Yuki likes music, but he also enjoys playing the drums. He will get into it after the quest, but one of his bigger hobbies will be boxing (both competitive and not, depending on the circumstance). Laz’s hobbies would mainly have come from way back when he was first “alive” and would be stuff related to water: swimming, boating, beach-going, etc. He likes the water (it was a plus of his imprisonment- very watery environment). After the quest, I could see him getting into gardening or plant-having in general.

-dhdhdjjfjfkdkdjd this is such a good question i will be stealing it to ask people now fhdhsjjdjdjd Yuki moves a bunch in biggish ways. He would shift from side to side, cross his arms then put hands on his hips, pick at his bandaids, (I didn’t show it, but he carries a bat with nails in it) swing his bat around and pretend to be hitting things, if he got bored he would make an exaggerated face; in general, he’s an expressive boy. Laz on the other hand is sort of the opposite. He is pretty fidgety but in more subtle ways: wringing his hands together, wrapping his tail around his leg then tightening it and relaxing it, glancing around quickly, perhaps pulling at the hem of his shirt; he moves to, but he tries not to draw attention to it.

-Ooh! Fun fact, the clothes Laz is wearing in his reference sheet are actually Yuki’s clothes that he had to borrow! I tried to make nods to this by having them technically be able to work for Yukis color palette but also being a part of Laz’s.

Another wardrobe fun fact is that they each have a piece of the other’s color palette on them for very specific reasons. The star on Laz’s shirt is Yukis color and shape, which is a nod to the fact that they’re borrowed. And there’s one blue charm on Yukis necklace that has quiiiiiiite the plot relevance ^^

One interaction I wanna draw for them is the scene from into the spiderverse where Peter is eating at the diner and miles is just watching. The expressions would be slightly changed but since they inspired the dynamic, I want to make some nod to that.

How about a little Pinterest board for Yuki?

And we can’t leave out Laz ^^

-And I think that might be it for now hahaha thanks for the ask moo!!! Sorry this took so long to finish fhdhdhhdhdhd I’m so glad you like them dhdhjsjdjf

[allthelittlecreepycrawlies]

With A Flap of Wings, Part 6

Nie Xunyao quietly watches his youngest cousin play with the cousin he has not yet gathered up enough nerve to meet. 

Being placed in a proper resting place with a proper tablet seems to have given Nie Huaisang a little more... weight, for lack of a better word. Though he is translucent as ever and still cannot speak, he can now draw pictures in the earth under the tree for his little sister that she eagerly tries to copy in ink and paper. 

If her steadily improving skills are any indication, his cousin would have become quite the artist… if he had lived.

Nie Xunyao lets out a shaky breath and leans against the door frame. 

'If he had lived' is a phrase that carries so much water. 

It's the reason he has yet to introduce himself. Even if they are family, how can he simply go up and greet someone he has already unknowingly owed a debt to for almost his entire life? 

Though Nie Huaisang had never confessed it in words, even though the adults will not say it in front of them, it's obvious what the first calamity would have been. Nie Jinghe may have been gentle on her, but Yun-ma had never truly recovered from the nightmare that was her first pregnancy.

And if she had died in childbirth, there would have been no one searching for his mother. 

Especially not his father. 

He remembers vividly the day his mother had walked out of a conference being held in the great hall with tears in her eyes and had taken him aside to fold him in a tight hug and apologize for having ever believed his father would do right by them. 

He also remembers vividly the first time he saw one of his -apparently numerous- half-siblings thrown out of Koi Tower like a piece of refuse. 

His cousin has saved them from all that foolish hoping and the bitter fate that might have come with it, and instead arranged for them to have a proper place in the world with a family that loved and wanted them. 

'If he had lived.' 

How does he even begin to pay that back? 

Better... better to wait, he decides. Until he has an idea.

Though it turns out not to be his decision to make. 

When his little cousin spots him watching, he doesn't react fast enough to keep her from running over to grab him by the arm and drag him off the porch with all her weight. 

Ugh, she just had to take after her brother and father in both strength and stubbornness. 

"Sang-ge~! You haven't met Yao-ge yet!"

Nie Huaisang looks up and Nie Xunyao feels a little chill creep down his spine. Though his cousin's gaze is as smooth as the polished pale jade it takes its color from, the air between them ripples with emotion; Love and Hate and Betrayal and Regret all twisted up and tangled together like kites in a windstorm.

Well. 

That answers the question of whether or not they'd somehow crossed paths despite the loss of a tether between them in the form of Yun-ma. 

Steeling his nerve, he kneels in front of the ghost, then looks at the drawing materials scattered around them. "He-mei, go get more paper." 

"Aw-!" 

"Unless you want me to have to write on your drawings...?" 

"No! Don't you dare!" she huffs, running back towards the porch. "I'll make Huahua bite you if they're messed up when I get back!" 

It's not much of a threat, given that the bird in question is a toy, and he can't help the way his mouth twitches in amusement before he gets himself back under control. 

As soon as the door bangs shut, he forces himself to look his remaining cousin in the eye again. "What fate did you save my mother and me from? Was it whatever created all that hate between us?" 

Nie Huaisang tilts his head, but otherwise gives no indication that he heard the question. 

"Did we ever know we were related?" Nie Xunyao presses. 

That earns a flinch. A little twist of Regret. So... not before Something Important had gone very, very Wrong. 

Nie Xunyao involuntarily bites the inside of his lip to fight back the dread threatening to close his throat. 

Breathe in. 

Breathe out. 

Until he's in control again. 

He leans forward, gaze intent. "What do I owe you, biao di?" 

The silence stretches between them. But, just as he thinks Nie Huaisang is going to simply block him out entirely, the ghost closes his eyes and sighs inaudibly, all of the tension in his body bleeding out, then bows his head and stretches out a hand towards the ground.  

Nie Xunyao looks down and watches as the words emerge under the scratch of his cousin’s nails -right side up for him, rather impressively- in the earth. 

'Be content with this family.'

Nie Xunyao frowns, wondering what exactly that's supposed to mean. Of course he knows he's doing much better here than he could have been, why would he need to be reminded to...? 

Oh. 

Wait. 

"Did the life you saw me living involve me trying to join my father?" 

A nod. 

Nie Xunyao's breath leaves him in a sharp wheeze, as if the ghost had outright punched him in the stomach. "Ha. Ah… You won't have to worry about that. My mother and I know better now." Screwing up his nerve, he reaches out and takes hold of his cousin's free hand. "But that... that can’t be all you want from me, can it? After all of this? Everything you gave up?" 

Another head tilt, this time of consideration. 

Then a second nod. 

And he understands. Whatever else had gone so horribly Sour between them, it must have been born out of that desire to be with his father. 

Before he can ask anything more, the door bangs open again and Nie Jinghe comes running out with several blank scrolls and sheets of paper. "You better not have done anything cool without me!" 

Nie Xunyao smiles at his little cousin. "Just boring grown up talk." 

"You're not a grown up! You’re ten and a half!" 

"I’m still more grown up than He-mei is," he retorts just to tease, all the little nervous knots in his stomach vanishing as he catches his other cousin hiding a small smile behind his sleeve at their bickering.

[agerestorybits]

A sense of shame

Remus didn't know what he said. He had been rambling, making a steady background noise for Janus to ignore as he sat reading. The occasional hum of agreement being made showing that Janus really hadn't been paying attention at all because he was agreeing with things that no one in their right mind would agree with. So when Janus put down his book and stared at Remus with something that was a mix of concern and horror Remus knew he must have said something really fucked up.

"Remus... Are you okay?" Janus asked.

Remus blinked. "Sure I am!" Remus said.

Janus picked his book back up, He gave Remus another odd look before going back to reading. Remus was quiet for a long second trying to remember what he said before giving up and continuing his rambling.

---

Remus was playing animal crossing, he had been following villagers around with a net and hitting them.

It wasn't random villagers, it was his favorites. Favorites that happened to be just a tad too similar to the other sides to be by chance.

Normally Remus was a bit nicer to them but he had been feeling left out lately. While he could go up and wreck their meeting Janus had asked him not too. He had even promised to play a game of Remus' choice when he got back. The enjoyment of causing a bit of chaos wasn't worth giving up an afternoon with Janus' undivided attention. So Remus was chasing his villagers around with a net until he didn't feel so bad.

"What did the cat do?" Janus asked when he got back.

"His name is Raymond." Remus said hitting with the net again.

"mmm and you decided to make everyone on your island miserable?" Janus asked sitting down next to Remus.

"It's what I do." Remus said. He missed Janus' frown as he got distracted catching a bug instead of hitting his target.

"Are we gonna play?" Remus asked turning off the game.

"I said we would." Janus said.

Remus resisted rolling his eyes. "Yeah but that doesn’t mean you didn't change your mind."

Janus looked upset. Remus wanted to bite his tongue for saying that. It wasn't his fault that there were better things to do than whatever stupid thing Remus wanted to do. Remus kinda wanted Janus to leave so he wouldn't get hurt anymore but he also couldn't stand being alone anymore. "We'll play candyland." Remus said standing up to go get the game.

"What house rules will we be playing with this time?" Janus asked standing as well.

Remus shook his head. There had been a type of truth or dare candyland he had thought up but he didn't want to push Janus too much. "Just...plain candy land."

Janus put a hand on Remus' arm stopping him from opening the game cupboard. "Remus are you feeling alright?"

Remus nodded, "I just want to play a game with you." Janus' frowned more but let him pull the board game out of the cupboard. Remus set it on the coffee table and Janus helped him pull it out of the book.

"Do you want to use dice or cards?" Janus asked holding out dices that have colors instead of dots. They never played with the cards anymore since Remus had chewed them up.

Remus looked between the cards and dice. "Cards."

Janus nodded and began shuffling them. "So any of the colors move you backwards?" Janus asked. "Or make you switch places with someone else?"

Remus picked up the green and yellow player pieces. "Just normal." Remus muttered running his finger tip over the bite marks on the edges of the green piece.

Janus set the cards down and put a hand under Remus' chin lifting his face up. Janus looked very very serious. "Darling, can you tell me what's wrong?"

Remus couldn't look away, he couldn't move. Janus knew something was wrong and he wanted the answer. Remus wanted to tell him what was wrong so his best and closet friend could help him with it. Instead he could just answer honestly with a small, 'I don't know."

Janus looked sad at that. He pulled his hand back. "Alright. Rock paper scissors for who goes first?" Janus asked in his soft voice and Remus was grateful he wasn't upset with Remus for not being able to answer.

Remus nodded and stuck his hand out. One. Two. Three. He did a rock while Janus did scissors. Remus smiled a little at his chance to go first before he grabbed a card. It was a blue one and Remus went to grab his piece before drawing his hands back hugging both of them to his chest. He didn't want to touch his piece again. He didn't want to feel the bite marks and know that he did that. He broke his piece. He ruined the other cards. Even trying to play the game normally he had already ruined it.

He ruined it before they could even start playing.

Janus moved around the coffee table so he could pull Remus into his lap. Remus who was curling in on himself and had that far away stare of when he was retreating into his head. "Darling stay right here with me. Just with me. Focus on right now." Janus said softly, running a hand through Remus' hair.

"I'm sorry." Remus said trying to keep himself from crying, or screaming. He wanted a release for all of the bad in his head but it was so hard to not bite, and break. "I can't stop."

"Stop what?" Janus asked softly.

"ruining it." Remus said sniffing as his tears overflowed. Janus was quick to wipe them away with his thumbs.

Janus was quiet for a very long moment before pick up the yellow piece and biting it. Remus watched a bit stunned as Janus gnawed kn the piece till part of its head came off. He put the piece back on the board and spit out the small bit of plastic from his mouth. "You aren't the only one that 'ruins' things. And we will have a long talk about that mentality when you are bigger." Janus warned as he made eye contact with Remus.

Janus put a hand on Remus' cheek, his tone softening. "You aren't alone in this and I am here for you."

Remus smiled, it was a bit weak but it was genuine. If Janus was willing to bite plastic just to prove his point then he was completely serious about it. "Can we play where ever green card puts you back two spaces?" Remus asked.

Janus smiled. "Of course. Candyland is a bit boring with normal rules."

"And the yellow card makes you switch places?" Remus asked getting more excited. He wiggled out of Janus lap to get closer to the board. "Oh! What if the picture card make you go back to the start?"

"First one to reach the end gets to pick the next game." Janus said reaching to pick up a card.

Remus smiled wide at that. There would be another game. They could have fun with this game.

Maybe he ruined things a bit. Remus still had fun with the ruins. Janus seemed enjoy it too.