#and I want to keep my trash a reflection of what actual trash I'm doing

[kamaela]

Trash Tuesday

@yiiiiiiiikes25 told me to take out the trash, so I did. A snippet from an abandoned WIP that'll never see the light of day (NSFW)

Draco can't recall how it started. Honestly, he can't. And he can't think of a reason why it keeps happening. He'd like to have a reason; something to point at and say, this is why. But if he can't think of one even after being relentlessly interrogated by a very nosy Pansy Parkinson, then he really has no hope. 

“What does he want from you?” Pansy asks, bumping into him as they walk, side by side, down the cobbled streets of Diagon. 

“I don't know.”

“Well, do you talk?"

“Not really. A bit.”

“So he just comes to the shop, to fuck you?”

Draco shrugs. “Sometimes I fuck him.”

“Ha.” She throws her head back and laughs. The afternoon sun reflects off her shiny black hair. “What a time to be alive. My best friend is regularly dicking down the Saviour of the Wizarding World. In the back of a grimy shop, no less!”

“Could you keep it down?” Draco hisses.

“Oh, unclench. No one is listening to us.” 

“Yeah, well. Still. I don't think—I’m sure he wouldn't want anyone to know.”

She narrows her eyes. “Do you want people to know?”

“Absolutely not! Are you kidding? I’ve got enough heat on me without adding being Harry Potter’s secret fuck buddy to the list.”

“Okay, wait. I need to know more. What's he like after? Is he all broody and 'this doesn't mean I'm gay'?”

Draco hums, shakes his head. “Bit clingy actually. Always wants to cuddle.”

She squeals, and Draco actually clamps his hand over her mouth. “Gods, this is fantastic,�� she continues, her voice all muffled. Draco rolls his eyes. His palm is smudged with lipstick when he pulls it away. “You better keep at it. Now I've got a pipeline for Potter gossip I'm not giving it up.”

“I think that's up to me, actually.” They stop in front of the Apothecary. He kisses her cheek. “Anyway, I've got to run.”

“Whatever you need to tell yourself!" She calls as the door swings shut behind him.

tagging @phoenixortheflame @its-the-allure @tripably @mono-chromia @faiell @mintawasalreadytaken @dodgerkedavra , @edieblakewrites plus anyone else who reads this. Share your scraps, abandoned paragraphs, alternates that just didn't make the cut. I wanna knowww

[headcannonsbutwrittenbyasnake]

Some of My Genshin Impact mains (current and past) but as cat personalities I've seen and lived with

Xiao

The "Unhand me Fool! I Will Paint the wa- Oh hey, This is nice."

Violence is his love language <3

Was probably found in a trash can alone and feral

SMALL, like mistaken as a kitten despite being full grown small, with sleek black fur and yellow eyes. If it wasn't for the small bits of green on the tips of his tail and ears he would blend in with the shadows

Again- feral, but a ride or die once you get his trust

You don't need a guard dog with him around

Actually you don't need anyone around!!!!(he's jealous)

God forbid you're talking on the phone around him

He won't do anything to you, he just stares

If he's asleep around you, and you leave while he's still asleep and he wakes up- he panics

Where are you?? Did you just up and leave? Did he do something bad in his sleep? He just panics until you come back

"Xiao what's the matter? Did something spook you?" "Meow meow!" (You came back! You do still love me!)

Seriously he kinda has attachment issues... if it's just the two of you living together. With the other cats. He's... fine with them, doesn't really trust them at first

Decides Razor and Albedo makes good company

Is on okay terms with Kokomi and Tighnari,

With Wanderer and Al-haitham, it's on sight

They'll play nice if you're around, but one you leave the house, it's go time

After the fight, it doesn't really matters who wins, they just need to make sure you don't find out.

Kokomi and Tighnari fix their fur and make sure the house is in order while the winner sits in the window, waiting for you to come home, and the loser sulks.

Razor

The "I'm Totally a Cat, Trust me!"

A scruffy, medium-sized, light grey cat, not a kitten but also not full grown. Kinda in that awkward cat phase

Probably found by someone's pet dog

Dog just took a look at scruffy little Razor and thought "Alright you're mine," but the dogs owner is, conventional, allergic to cats

So now he's yours :D

Can't really meow. Kinda just squeaks and/or howls

He just doesn't cat

Doesn't like tall places, takes bits of water instead of just dipping his tongue in, likes playing in water and mud, forgets to clean himself constantly, and just all-around is bad at being a cat

Is fine with being alone for a few hours, but he can't sleep alone. He needs so be with you or on you to sleep

Isn't violent or aggressive to humans or other animals in the slightest, but with bugs and mice. Well they don't last long in your house

Loves living with other cats

Even if Xiao at first hissed at him or Wanderer smacked him on the noggin, he just keeps trying to be their friend

It worked with Xiao, jury's still out on Wanderer

Tighnari's teaching him how to be a cat and Kokomi and Albedo are making sure his fur keeps clean and nice looking

Other than that he's just happy to have more friends in the house

Kokomi

The "Tiny and Cute, but Beats the Neighborhood Dogs Daily."

Menace to society

A medium-to-small sized cat with sleek light pink fur, fading into a light powdery blue at her paws, her ears, and the tip of her tail

Could be a show cat if she wasn't so much of a trickster

She isn't mean, just smart. Waaaay too smart

Likes going outside and luring dogs into her traps

Again nothing mean or life threatening, just kinda funny

Like luring them over puddles that are deeper then they look, or taunting them to lunge at her only to watch them face-plant into a glass door or scaring them with their reflection

Doesn't trick you, you're her favorite human!

Not really a snuggle cat, but likes laying on you and having the occasional head scratches

Over all, a pretty good, mostly normal cat

I say mostly because if she sees any water, she wants in it

Sink full of soapy water? She doesn't care, let her swim. A bathtub of warm water? Ah her favorite. A fish tank with no cover? Well the fish are luck she doesn't see them as prey! A whole swimming pool? Sign her up, she's swimming laps!

If you have a cup of water and aren't paying attention, she's going to stick her paws into it. Not to drink, just to swish around

Flat out leads the other cats like an army

Oh? The mice are trying to invade thier land? Alright, Razor go get Xiao and Wanderer

Outside of the mouse turf wars, or other threats to tge house, she doesn't really interact with them much

Wanderer

The "Appears out of Nowhere Just to Watch you Scream, (you Swear he's Laughing.)"

Roughly the same size as Xiao, but less malnourished

Literally just the cat in his story quest (or was it in the Archon quest, I can't remember.)

Was left at a cat shelter and considered un-adoptable, but you said fuck it and took him home

Has little dog syndrome despite being a cat

You swear he teleports

You turn around for one second, then turn back, and he's there

Snickers when you jump, and pouts when you catch him off guard

Be careful when you pet him, he tends to get overwhelmed easily.

And then he bites

Not hard enough to draw blood, but hard enough to leave a mark

After a while though he gets more comfortable with it

The type of cat to sleep on your face

Also very picky about food and what water

Only drinks ice water (spoiled brat)

Has an ongoing rivalry with Xiao

They often see who can catch the most 'invaders' (i.e. the mice, bugs, and other pest)

While he might seem like he hates the other cats, he's the first one to jump into the fray for them

Did once absolutely decimate a dog because it was chasing Kokomi (he didn't know the chase was part of her plan)

Albedo

The "Hey I found this, I want to keep it." And also "What are you doing? Where are you going? What are you eating?"

A medium sized, kinda fluffy, blonde cat with bright blue eyes. Also has a strange marking on his neck, kinda like a scar

Just kinda walks in through a open window one day, and stayed

Nosy real fucking nosy.

A shopping bag- What's in it? Oh you bought a new backpack- let's see if he can fit in it! On the phone? With who?

A leash cat

Please let him explore around, he's so curious

Will bring you LIVE mice- just don't scream or else he will panic and drop it

Will also bring you other things too

Rocks, feathers, bottle caps, a kitten, twigs

Wait a kitten?

Yep, he brought home a little blonde kitten with red eyes. I think you can guess who it is...

He is now her parental unit.

He tries to keep her out of trouble, but it's kinda hard.

Him and Klee have accidentally broken something on multiple occasions

They both sit in the corner ashamed of themselves

Albedo is not really a 'cuddle' cat

Or a 'people' cat (atleast people who aren't you)

If you have guest over, he'll just watch

Not with a mean or angry look, just looking

Him and Tighnari are planing something, you don't know what it is, and it's suspicious

(The plan is just how to wrangle in Wanderer when you're gone)

Al-haitham

The "Please for the love of God don't ask me to do anything other than the bare minimum."

A large, fluffy, grey cat. Has a little spot of green on his chest

Such a pretty cat, but has such an awful attitude

Well that is to anyone but you

Doesn't catch mice or bugs, doesn't do much of anything

He just want to lay in the sun and nap

Gets grumpy if anyone wakes him

Doesn't like Xiao because he tried to get him to do things (Xiao thinks he's a freeloader)

Hides from Razor because he keeps trying to play with him

You know that video of the cat just letting the automatic toy hit them in the face- yeah that Al-haitham

Just wants to do nothing with you

He's laying on your lap whether you like it or not

Don't try to stand up, he'll just dig his nails in

Read to him, he might look like he's napping but he's listening to everything you say

The type of cat to meow if you talk to him

"What do you think? This or that?" "Mreow,"

Shockingly, will use cat beds

Also likes to sleep in clean laundry, that you just folded

The reason you need to now check the dryer before you put wet clothes in

You know those cat who like to lay in the most uncomfortable position? Yeah that's Al-haitham

Tighnari

The "I Have a Schedule and you Will Stick to it!"

A medium sized cat with fluffy dark, nearly black, green fur that has spots of light green around his ears and tail.

He has large ears and a bushy tail, honestly might just be a cat-like fox, but it's hard to tell

You will wake up at 6am on the dot or else

The 'else' is just him screaming at the top of his lungs

Can probably read the clock

He has a routine: Wake up, breakfast, pest hunting, lunch, nap #1, cuddle time, dinner, run around like the devil himself is coming to finally collect your soul, nap #2, stop Xiao and Wanderer from killing each other, more cuddling, make the human get ready for bed, make sure everyone is in bed, then go to bed.

The only reason there is some semblance of order in this house

Like seriously if it wasn't for him, the other would have found a way to burn the house down

Breaks up any fights, stops the others from getting into to much trouble, and making sure Razor keeps his fur clean

Strangly protective of any plants around the house

The only time he'll out right hiss and swip at the others

No Razor! You can't dig around the plant pots, you'll kill them! No, don't eat the leaves!

[aclosetfan]

I realized, looking back at a lot of my posts, that I have a lot of Bubbles and Buttercup taking care of Blossom or Bubbles and Buttercup taking care of each other, but not any between Blossom taking care of Buttercup. Im avoiding my actual work i get paid for, so here we goooo!

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Blossom tsks, nose scrunching up in distaste, at the pile of trash spilling out of Buttercup's trash bin. It smells like sweet rot. She flicks on the kitchen light and sighs. Dishes are piled in the sink. Take-out containers have been left out on the table. There is an indiscernible sticky spot on Buttercup's counter, maybe from a spill of some sort.

Blossom doesn't want to open the fridge, but she does anyway. It's not as bad as what she had imagined. There are no apparent signs of rotting, moldy food. The contents are sparse, with nothing of substance (ketchup packets and protein shakes).

She tsks again, taking note of the dust on the window sill, and doesn't try to think about the state of Buttercup's bathroom, but she's a sucker for punishment and makes her way there regardless.

She tiptoes through her sister's apartment, finding more takeout containers as she goes deeper. Her living room is a pigstye. Her hallways are cluttered. Half of her lightbulbs are out. Her bathroom—yep, just as she had feared—unspeakable.

She follows the trail of takeout containers all the way to Buttercup's bedroom door. She stops momentarily to examine a family picture hanging crookedly on the wall. The glass of the frame is splintered, like it's been punched. Other picture frames are scattered along the floor. It's like a tornado landed in Buttercup's apartment. It's left a mess of destruction, but she thinks with a sigh, it's scrubbed the place of Bubbles.

Grief does funny things to people. It has brought Buttercup's rage back, the likes of which Blossom has not seen since they were children.

She turns back to Buttercup's bedroom door, knocks once, and announces, "Dad wanted me to check in on you."

Her announcement is perfunctory at best. Buttercup knows she's here. Buttercup can see through walls and has super hearing. Still, it's polite to knock.

Buttercup doesn't answer. Blossom doesn't expect her to, but she waits a beat for the Professor's sake before turning on her heels to leave.

"Professor, she wants nothing to do with me."

"What do you want me to say? It's not like I'm Bubbles. It's not like I'm the one good at this stuff."

"She's mean! And if she wants to die buried in her own filth, so be it!"

"I lost Bubbles, too!"

These are all things that she cannot say out loud to the Professor.

Blossom and Buttercup aren't like Bubbles and Buttercup. She and Buttercup don't braid each other's hair, paint nails, hug, or go for car rides just to blast loud, annoying music. She and Buttercup don't gossip about city officials or villains or play hooky together when Bellum wants them at a meeting. She and Buttercup don't have each other's fast food orders memorized, special ring tones, and a standing Facetime call every night. She and Buttercup are sisters, but they aren't best friends. Outside of their day job (a job that Blossom had to begrudgingly keep doing while Buttercup hid), they had little to do with each other.

There was a time when it wasn't like that between them, but that was the past, and Blossom tries not to reflect on the past. She's thinking of the future, focusing on the present. Her therapist is very proud of her.

She's brainstorming another excuse for the Professor, something like, "I tried Professor, but she was tired, and I have a meeting tomorrow," which isn't totally a lie when the smell of sweet rot again assaults her nose.

She stops and stares at Buttercup's trash bin, rolls her eyes, and stomps to the kitchen. It takes a few seconds, but eventually, she finds Buttercup's extra trash bags under the sink.

She ties the previous bag and pulls it out, placing it near the front door before putting the new bag in. She'll take the full trash bag to the communal dumpster on the way out. It's an inconvenience, but she's hoping it absolves her guilt.

When she's done putting the new bag in, she stands up straight with her hands on her hips, reobserving the kitchen space, eyeing the takeout containers. She moves to leave, but something stops her. It's not the ghost of Bubbles or any nonsense like that, just this insatiable need of hers to finish the job.

She sighs and reaches for another garbage bag. It takes her only a few seconds as she zips through the apartment, shoving takeout containers into the bag. She places it down next to the other trash bag and nods to herself, but before leaving, she eyes the dishes. She thinks of the picture frame hanging in the hallway. Thinks of the way Buttercup had crumpled—her stonewall of a sister—at the funeral. How Blossom had to literally drag her kicking and screaming away from the casket. How she wished she was better at being a sister. A friend.

She screws her eyes shut, forces herself to think of other things, and then does the dishes. When she's done with the dishes, she cleans the counters and dusts the window sill, and since she's dusting, she might as well do the rest of the damn place too. But all of Buttercup's shit is everywhere, and briefly, Blossom worries that Buttercup's going to come storming out of her bedroom and yell at her for touching her things, but then Blossom remembers who cares. Buttercup's already trashed the place.

So, Blossom starts throwing more stuff away and vacuuming, and she cleans the bathroom, and picks up the glass, and carefully takes the pictures out of the picture frames, and goes back to the kitchen to mop, and throws all the bags in the dumpster, and then she goes to the store and buys Buttercup easy, pre-made meals and stuff for sandwiches.

By now, she's worked up a good sweat cleaning the place, but she doesn't feel done yet, so she runs to the hardware store too, comes back, and starts plastering the holes Buttercup had punched into her walls. She even bought a small can of "landlord white" paint.

And it's when she's trying to get the damn can open that Buttercup leaves her room.

They stare at each other. Buttercup looks bad. Tears have streaked down her face. She is wearing sweatpants and a baggy T-shirt and smells like she needs a shower. Or maybe Blossom's just smelling herself. She knows she's sweaty and dirty too. Her hair is now pulled back into an unattractive top knot, and loose strands cling to her oily forehead.

After a long silence, Buttercup says, "I was going to fix those."

"No, you weren't." Blossom sniffs without missing a beat and turns back to her work.

She expects Buttercup to argue, but surprisingly, she doesn't. Blossom doesn't know what to say to Buttercup's silence, so she does what she does best and bosses Buttercup around, "Go get your laundry. I want to start a load. And seriously, can you please shower? My gosh. You smell."

Buttercup snorts, and this also surprises Blossom. She turns back to Buttercup so she can stare.

"I'm not letting you anywhere near a laundry machine."

"That was one time." Blossom huffs.

"One too many." There's a ghost of a smile on Buttercup's face, "But I am willing to shower . . . thanks."

"Fine." She nods, focusing again on her task, "I left a clean towel for you. And while you're in there, brush your teeth; you're literally peeling the paint."

"Oh my god." Blossom doesn't have to look to know Buttercup just rolled her eyes. "Yes, mom. I'll brush my teeth."

But Buttercup pauses before entering the bathroom. In a quiet tone, she asks, "Are you, maybe, staying for dinner or something?"

Blossom knows how she throws up her hands is dramatic, but whatever. "Well, obviously, I have to. I don't think you've eaten a vegetable in months."

Buttercup snorts again and shuts the bathroom door.

"And we're doing your laundry!" Blossom calls out after her, "And you're cleaning your room!"

[multiplicity-positivity]

Just saw you're post about the some people on the pro endo comunity being agressive. And I've actually have had the opposite expirience.

The anti endos in my life irl and online are kind of really mean?

I want to have a pro endo account but I'm scared of being harassed, fakeclaimed, etc. A lot (not everyone) of the people who are anti endo are so aggressive, and I'm not in a state where I can really receive that.

Any words of encouragement or tips?

Thank you, have a nice day!

gah, memory issues so we can’t recall what post exactly you’re referring to, sorry.

here are our tips for running a pro-endo account, or some sort of account where all system origins are accepted. it got kind of long and heavy, so we’re putting it under a cut.

1) when you first set up the blog, before you’ve made any post at all, go through some of the anti-endo tags and block those users from your new side blog. some tags to trawl/search through are “#anti endo,” “#endos fuck off,” “#endos aren’t real” and “#endos are trash.” just a heads up, you may see some violent, harmful, or potentially triggering posts in those tags. if you have the energy and capabilities for it, preemptively blocking a lot of users may save you some pain and difficulties down the line.

2) you may very well be harassed or fakeclaimed by running this account. we have been fakeclaimed by others on this blog, and have had users block evade, follow us to our personal accounts, and try to purposefully trigger us. it’s been rough, but this is one of the risks of running an inclusive blog online. some things to keep in mind:

- you can block any user who sends you anonymous asks. just hit the three dots at the top right of the ask page and hit “block anonymous.”

- having anonymous asks turned off entirely could greatly reduce the potential for you to receive hate and unkind messages. personally we like to leave anons on since lots of folks prefer to send asks anonymously, but if you’re worried or nervous, you can definitely turn them off.

- delete any negative comments on your posts as soon as you notice them, and block the users who make them from your side blog. we do this to help keep our posts positive.

- if any asker threatens to dox you, sends you gore or purposefully triggering content, won’t leave you alone, or is block evading, report them to tumblr. we have had to do this before, and tumblr’s been pretty good about banning genuinely harmful or dangerous users.

3) don’t pick fights, don’t cross post into anti-endo tags, and leave anti-endos alone. we only use anti-endo tags if we are tagging a post that mentions them for filtering purposes. if you refrain from engaging with those who you don’t want interacting with you, you’re much less likely to face harassment, in our experience.

4) try to remember that everyone posting on tumblr, regardless of whether or not they are pro-endo, is a person or human being. when someone fakeclaims you or sends you hate, it is probably coming from a place of insecurity and low self-esteem. they may be lashing out as a trauma response, or they may be having difficulties regulating their emotions. none of these things are an excuse or good reason to be an asshole to others, but it is something worth keeping in mind.

when we are fakeclaimed, it is more a poor reflection on the fakeclaimers than it is on who we are as a person or system. you know yourself and your system more than anyone else online, so when you are fakeclaimed, try to just chuckle with your headmates about it, let it roll off your shoulders, and block the user.

we hope this helps. if any of our followers run pro-endo blogs and have some advice for this anon, please share it by all means. and when you do make the blog, anon, feel free to drop the @ here so we can follow and boost your new account. best of luck to you with your future endeavors - running an inclusive blog is not always easy, but for us, it has been an incredibly rewarding and beneficial experience :)

[followerofmercy]

God I have had an entire Arc for Weltstelle in my head and yet I'm probably never gonna write the fic because:

It is a Novel and I have enough of those

The audience consists of like five people, three of which are way more into daddy kink than I am. (More power to you. Live ur bliss. mwah)

It's kinda a bummer for end game shippers

The vision:

I don't actually think it's a bummer, but it is messy and the ultimate result is "They break up with a better understanding of themselves and a much deeper platonic relationship."

more under the cut

I think it's a really fun idea worth exploring but probably better suited to a different setting? Basically, Stelle asks him out and Welt says yes because he's never stopped to think about what he actually wants out of life when it comes to interpersonal relationships. Yeah, he's jumped around careers and such, but he has such a 'try anything once' attitude and a lot of pressure from the whole World Savior shit going on that he hasn't stopped to look at. like. himself. He is very wise and he's constantly trying to improve himself but if you ask him what he wants to be when he grows up he stares into space for a few seconds before replying "...This?" (Or "I've always wanted to be the protagonist of my own adventure" and. Like. Sir you become the main character of anything you step foot in. To me. You can't help yourself asldfj. Himeko has you on a baby leash to keep you from So Wanting To Help!!!)

Anyway, Welt's actually wildly uncomfortable with the age difference but he puts it aside because Stelle is a grown woman goddammit and she can make her own decisions. It's patronizing for him to try to father her if that's not how she sees him (It's not. His feelings are not accurate. His feelings matter in this too that's not making decisions for her asldf). Also, Stelle's a bit of a self-described whore so it's not like he's keeping her from living her life. She's not tied down to an old man. They hardly ever have sex - in part because Welt doesn't realize he's somewhat sex-repulsed ace and never initiates (again. Very self reflective guy, but not in the 'what do I want out of life' way) - in part because Stelle's got plenty of other people to bone that actually seem to enjoy the act alsdjf

Yes, many people think it's weird that she announces to her boyfriend that she's off to fuck someone else. I mean I am that kind of polyamorous but there's a... way of going about it that feels less like "y'all should actually just be friends" asdflk;j

The relationship persists in a strange limbo where they both enjoy the affection and attention but there's a performative element to it. Stelle's cool with it. Everything she does is both a total performance and vital for her journey of self discovery and identity beyond "living Bomb". Welt is getting steadily more and more uncomfortable and can't articulate why, to the point that he starts avoiding physical contact at all.

Eventually, possibly at Himeko's urging, they have a conversation. Maybe things come to a head when they're alone in space for a while and Welt has Stelle's undivided amorous attention and it gets to the point she has to ask if something is wrong. Welt doesn't want to admit it, of course, because oh my God holy shit the Express is her ONLY home. If he rejects her and ruins this for her, she'll have nowhere to go. Cue internal crisis

Eventually they realize that they just should not be fucking, at least not regularly, and break up amicably. Welt stops trying to make decisions For her and start actually thinking about himself and what HE wants out of life. It's also made easier when Stelle suggests he might be ace and he bluescreens for a bit while he comprehends that he's allowed to have identity and sexuality realizations at his age and they're not just for young people.

"...You know, that does explain some things."

And it's good for Stelle because she IS learning how to people, and as a self described hedonistic trash goblin, she learns that she doesn't have to pursue all her wants with everyone. She can show people love and feel fulfillment in other ways. And also people will still love her even if she isn't Providing some kind of service - entertainment, 18+ entertainment, violence, etc

and hell, they might even wrap back around to a non-sexual romantic relationship? But I prefer the idea of "Deep, important and nebulous relationship that would take pages to define in concrete terms so let's just say they love each other."

anyway thank you for reading the rambles alsdf. I will proceed to do nothing else with this besides rotate it in my mind

[santinos-grenade-launcher]

𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧

Pairing: Romano x Luna

A short fic with Romano and Luna. I was thinking about them for some time and I got some motivation for them again.

For the context, this is a second part of a fic that was not posted, probably won't be. However, Amando is a difficult character and mostly just uses Romano. Also, both Romano and Luna are written slightly differently here due to them being tired of the whole day and the events that had happened.

TW: A character having suicidal thoughts.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐠𝐞

Romano returned to the bridge, lightening his cigarette as he looked down, seeing his reflection in the water. It was night, the street lights highlighted the area but the atmosphere wasn't the best. Neither was his day, his family was annoying, and Amando just used him again. Or… perhaps Romano was just overthinking it. They had a good time together, it was risky with Romano's family still at home, but it was exciting.

He took a long drag of his cigarette and exhaled deeply, closing his eyes, resting on his forearms on the fence. It was always bad when he returned to this bridge, the thoughts he would get, the bridge would make it worse sometimes.

It was tempting, after all. However, he had different options. He wished he hadn't, the gun was still in his pocket, sometimes he would forget he even took it with him. It was for safety reasons, being a child of an Italian mafia member, meant to always be on alert.

Well, all that made him start smoking.

Romano's mind was racing, he was halfway through his cigarette when a cold breeze made him snap back to reality. The cold autumn nights with fresh cold air and fog were a good and a bad thing for him. Right now he needed it to feel something more. To feel alive.

He shivered, beginning to regret his decision, thinking about just returning back home when his ear twitched to the sound of footsteps.

“Romano?”

“Luna? What are you doing here so late?” Romano asked, a bit puzzled since he really wasn't expecting to see Luna here, not this late at night.

Luna sighed, wincing when she crossed her arms to warm herself, “I was just returning back home. I needed to leave for a few hours.”

Ah, right. Sometimes it would get bad with her mother.

Romano hummed as he finished his smoke, throwing it into a nearby trash. He noticed how Luna was slightly shaking, she had a light black jacket on, too.

“Here, have my jacket. You're shaking.” No doubt, his jacket was too big for her, and she seemed a bit shy.

“No, no, you'll freeze. Please, I'll be fine.” Luna tried but Romano insisted.

“Don't worry about me,” he said softly and held it out for her. He was always a gentleman, that was something everyone could agree on.

Luna couldn't lie to herself, it was warm, comforting and it smelled like him. Although now more like his cigarette, but there was that hint of the cologne he would always wear. He would always smell so good.

“Better?” Romano asked with a soft smile.

“Yes, thank you so much. You didn't have to.” Luna smiled in return.

There was something else about her, Romano could tell she was in some kind of discomfort. Her hands, when she rubbed her wrist, he could see… a scratch?

“Wait- did someone hurt you?” He asked worriedly, studying her in case he missed another injury.

Luna sighed, fixing the coat on her, “No… I mean…” She hesitated.

“Tell me, please… you know I carry the gun-”

“Stop, don't say that. A guy… grabbed my hand, that's all.”

Romano gently held her hand. His own hand was bigger than hers, it was actually cute if it weren't for a claw scratch on top of her hand.

“Idiot,” Romano muttered, “Does it hurt?”

“No… just burns a little.” Good thing the wound wasn't deep. However, it was enough for blood to appear.

Romano hummed, at the same time trying to keep her hand warm. “I have bandages at home. We can take care of it there.”

“I don't want to bother your family, besides I was just returning back home.”

“They like you, don't worry. But I'm not even sure they're at home right now. Either way, I want to help you.” Romano wagged his tail a little, keeping his voice soft.

Luna couldn't tell him no. Not when he had that sad look in his eyes but kept smiling softly at him. She had a lot of sympathy for him, and he was so sweet.

“Okay,” she replied, “Thank you.”

“Always.”

While they walked together to his house, Luna kept wondering why he was at the bridge in the first place. He looked sad when she noticed him and he was smoking again, usually that wasn't a good sign.

Romano offered his hand for her to hold, “I don't wanna lose you in the fog,” he smiled softly.

Luna chuckled and accepted, feeling how he gently squeezed her hand. It was something Romano would do if they were in crowds, offer his hand so they stick together. She doesn't allow herself to be like this with anyone. She can take care of herself, but there was something about Romano and the way he would help that she rarely rejected.

Once they arrived at the mansion, they were alone. Good, because Romano didn't want to really see his family anyway.

“Why were you at the bridge?” Luna asked, sitting on the edge of his bed, watching how he got his med kit.

Romano sighed sadly, placing the supplies next to her. “Just had an exhausting day.”

“Amando?” Luna immediately assumed and noticed how he tensed up.

“Yeah… whatever, I'm not sure when I'll see him again. Maybe that's for the best,” Romano said as he tapped a disinfected cotton over Luna's wound.

“Maybe,” she agreed, observing his expression. He often looked tired, exhausted, actually. It was either because of his father and his expectations from him, or now Amando, who was probably only using him. “Don't let him get to you. Or anyone.”

“I won't,” Romano smiled, but he wasn't sure if he could keep that promise. “You don't let anyone hurt you.”

“I usually carry a little knife, you know that. But today, I just went out without it.” Of course, Luna's little knife.

Romano hummed in agreement and finished wrapping her hand with a bandage. “This should be okay, it's not a deep cut, so it could heal faster,” he explained.

“Thanks. I really appreciate it, Romano. And…” Luna paused, “I hope everything is going to be fine. You're too kind for them, especially for Amando.”

Romano blushed a little, so he took the supplies and placed them back, attempting to hide his face. “I… yeah, you're right,” he murmured and turned back to look at her, noticing that the knot of the bandage was a bit loose. “Ah, let me fix it a little.”

It was Luna’s turn to blush, she loved how gentle and careful he was, making sure she was comfortable.

“There, I think it's better. I didn't want to make it too tight,” Romano said, he noticed her flustered face, so he gave her a little smile. And something else he couldn't really control.

“Thanks,” Luna chuckled, “I like when your tail wags and you don't even notice.”

It was a curse of being a dog, or any type of canine. “Ah! Sorry, just… I like spending time with you.” The more nervous he got, the more his tail wagged.

“That's okay. We should see each other more often. I know you are busy lately, so I don't want to bother you-”

“You never bother me. I'm glad you feel this way, that you want to spend more time with me. I was thinking the same,” Romano laughed a bit nervously.

They were both blushing now, acting like some awkward teens.

Romano was thinking what he should say next to make the atmosphere feel less awkward but everything seemed to stop once he felt a peck on his cheek. Oh, he stopped breathing for a moment.

“Hope it was okay,” Luna murmured a bit shyly.

Romano exhaled, feeling himself blushing even more and he cursed at himself in his mind, but he couldn't help himself. “O-of course,” he clared his throat, “I… I wanted to…”

He had to gather himself, stop sounding so shy, like he never thought about kissing her. After all, Amando hurt his feelings, they never were in a relationship. It was just sex for pleasure, at least, that was what Amando wanted. Luna was different, a good different, Romano could tell.

She was someone who could help him heal.

“I should go now, it's getting late-” Luna paused, Romano cupped her one side of her face, gently brushing his thumb over her cheek.

“Can I?” Romano asked softly, asking for permission for the next move.

She allowed it and before she could do anything, he leaned in. It was so gentle, his lips, his touch, everything. Luna didn't want this to stop, they both needed this after all. Today was a bad day for both of them… until now, this seemed to fixed everything.

Both pulled away after a few seconds, feeling dazed from the kiss, but Romano broke the silence.

“I… I'm sorry.”

“Don't apologize. I liked it… a lot,” Luna admitted, looking to the side, she didn't really want him to see her flustered this much.

Romano chuckled breathlessly and held his tail against the sheets, trying to stop it from wagging so much. “Dammit, tail…” he murmured. “I-I'm glad. I couldn't help myself anymore.”

“You're too sweet.” She pulled his hand off his tail and it wagged again. “Let your tail wag, don't hold it back.”

“O-okay, yes.”

Romano wasn't sure if minute or a bit longer passed when Luna stood up. “I hope to see you soon again. I should really get going now.”

“Right, I- do you want me to walk you home?” He asked as he walked her to the door.

“No, it's fine. You did enough for me, I really appreciate it,” Luna smiled as she adjusted her jacket.

“I was happy to help,” Romano nodded and smiled. “Oh, if you have time tomorrow… do you wanna get coffee or something?”

“I'd love to.” It was a deal. A little date that wasn't even planned.

Romano made sure Luna walked safely out of his view, the fog was making it a bit difficult but she was safe. He sighed deeply, closing the door and resting his forehead against it for a few seconds before he returned to his room.

He lightened one more cigarette on the balcony, looking up at the moon as he enjoyed the smoke.

It was a bad day for both and both ended up at the same place. The bridge. If none of that happened, they wouldn't have met today.

He breathed out the last smoke, thinking about everything that happened and felt his tail wagging.

“Stupid tail.” But at least it meant he was happy. Finally, a good feeling.

[kooki914]

We all know how you feel about chapter 2, so how would you "fix" the issues with the chapter?

This is the kind of ask that would've made me go apeshit in excitement a few years ago. TL;DR, I made an AU specifically addressing all my issues with Chapter 2 (and the future of deltarune as a whole), it's called Kingdomrune and you can find it here.

If you want the in-depth explanation, continue under the cut.

First and foremost, visual overhaul of cyber city. It kills me because the concept art for the city that was released recently looks gorgeous but something is just lost in translation when trying to make the concept art a playable area rather than just a purely visual piece of art that you can take in at your own pace. Limiting the palette and making it a bit more muted is the option I pivoted to for Kingdomrune, but I'm admittedly not very good with colours, so make of the result what you will

(Added bonus - there's a parallax effect in the windows of the buildings that reflect the rest of the city, what would usually be street lights is replaced with wi-fi antennae that visually call back to the cliffs, a lot of the floating ads are, instead, replaced with "bug checkers" and loading icons which are animated but not so fidgety to be distracting, and a lot of the "blocky" looking items (trash cans and balloons) are more just stylized in-universe rather than actually clashing with the rest of the environment.) (Also, I hate "WELCOME TO THE CITY" so just imagine "a cyber's world" being the theme of the city instead)

Additionally, the city shouldn't be 90% of the chapter, it just gets boring after a while. My solution to this is splitting the City into two parts, the iconic Cyber City as the second of the two, with the lead-up to it being a place called Hardware Outskirts. I don't have spritework for it, nor presentable concept art sadly, so just imagine a cross between old soviet brutalist buildings and old yellowed computer hardware, and you've pretty much got the mental visual for it. The music I associate with it is anything by Molchat Doma, but more specifically This Song, which adds a necessary tonal contrast to the City's vibrant feel.

Second of all, SOME KIND of conflict in the wider world outside just the kids' adventure. There's hints scattered throughout the game that Queen is planning something big in the city and that nothing's running on time because of it, but we don't get explicit payoff for that. My way of resolving this, and tying it back to the light world, is that Cyber City is essentially at war with the rest of the library.

The new tech is trying to conquer and replace the books and stories that have been there much longer, and the Bookbound Kingdom (in my version of events, at it's head are the card queens that are missing in chapter 1) is fighting tooth and nail to keep the "Evil" Queen at bay. The Bookbound Kingdom is themed after fairytales and textbooks and stuff, the kinds of things kids would most often check out at the library, and it would provide a very necessary tonal and visual contrast to the Cyber City that actually makes it's GOOD aesthetic and thematic choices pop. Where the Bookbound kingdom is wild and whimsical and outdated, Queen's kingdom is rigid and complex and new.

It also gives Queen a reason to ransack the first area like we (implicitly) see her doing in the game. She's actually, violently trying to take over Bookbound and that's when she found Noelle, and decided to kidnap her. Sweet Cap'n Cakes get a bit of a rewrite as well, originally Queen's scouts and allies until the protagonists befriend them through dancing during their battle, which causes them to turn on Queen because their new friends treat them better than she's treating them at the moment (giving us in-universe characters reacting to Queen's change in character caused by the fountain that, in-game, is just told to us rather than shown).

Thirdly, write out Berdly. Entirely. This is probably a controversial take, but I genuinely think Berdly's arc would benefit from having his OWN chapter dedicated to HIM specifically (one I dubbed chapter 2.5 in my AU), instead of him being at odds with Noelle for screen time. Setting up a context where Berdly's the character very clearly out of his own depth and not thriving with people claiming to be helping him, is a much more compelling way to get (me specifically) invested. Put emphasis on Berdly and Noelle being friends and him overcoming his comphet crush on her, no more weird love triangle shit with him inserting himself into Susie and Noelle's business, and most of all, Ralsei and Kris bonding with him in their own ways. Give Kris a REASON to forgive Berdly for the way he treated them, give the two common ground and let Berdly GROW into someone who WANTS to be nice to Kris, rather than whatever the hell happened at the end of Deltarune's chapter 2.

And lastly, I need to talk about Noelle. Like, a lot.

While she was (and still is) my favourite part of Chapter 2, there's still improvements to be made. For one, going from "freezing up completely at conflict" to "ACTing with kris to spare enemies" after just ONE conversation with Virovirokun that completely breaks the flow of battle is... kind of odd to me. In my rewrite, Noelle's first escape from Queen is with SCC involved, they target Noelle as a lightner they can beat (because they can't beat the heroes) and in doing so essentially open her cage. Queen is furious with them and while Susie tells Noelle to get the hell out of there, Queen is trying to coerce her to stay, and Noelle is frozen in place. She doesn't WANT to stay with Queen, but she's rooted in one spot and can't move. When something loud/startling happens, it FINALLY makes her budge and she's able to run away.

Freeze -> Flight

When Noelle first joins Kris' party in Hardware Outskirts, it's not because Susie and Ralsei ditched Kris out of nowhere with weird traffic cones to block them (??? im still salty about that), rather it's because there's a two-way puzzle (kind of like the December puzzle) that makes Kris' team split up in two, and Susie chooses to go with Ralsei because she trusts Kris'll be fine on their own. For context, in my AU there's also chapter 1.5 where the team more firmly learns how to work together, specifically through Kris learning how to bond with them one at a time, so Kris trying to cling to Ralsei and Susie in chapter 2 is weird from those two's perspective because Kris should know by now that a team of two will be fine, the three of them don't need to stick together like glue all the time. Susie and Ralsei aren't completely out of the picture, for the record, they're still checking in on Kris and Noelle and making sure they're okay, even distracting Queen to give them opportunities to get out of dodge. (again, instead of the weird love triangle stuff, I still don't know why that's there in-game.)

Noelle at first runs from every battle that happens. Kris has to fight every darkner on their own, leaving them at a huge disadvantage, because Noelle is too scared to fight them. As you may have guessed, this makes the snowgrave route not possible the moment Noelle enters your party (I'll get to that). Noelle eventually gets forced into battles with Kris during a car chase minigame, where they compete with Ralsei and Susie to see who can take out more enemies in a semi-enemy rush. The problem is, Noelle still doesn't contribute, and when the teams get separated, Kris ends up encountering WareWarewire, who they can't hope to defeat on their own, and at THIS point Noelle runs away again, which opens up the option for KRIS to flee as well (essentially unlocking a new mechanic). Once they're both safe and enter Cyber City, Noelle starts to feel bad for constantly leaving Kris on their own, and asks them to tell her what to do next battle, because she wants to be stronger.

Freeze -> Flight -> Fight

THIS is where the snowgrave offshoot can happen. Once Noelle is with you during battle willingly, she listens to your every command and that can include freezing/killing enemies if you so choose. You can completely erode the positive aspects of her development and ingrain "fight" as the only valid response to stress to her, which undermines the journey she went on for the sake of making battles more convenient for the player. This entire portion of the game after Noelle joins your party would be specifically curated to not make it feel bloated when seeking out enemies and doing puzzles no matter which route you take.

On a normal route, Noelle's character continues to progress steadily, but the one thing she still refuses to do are spelling puzzles, with a bit of emphasis put on it. Her and Kris bond for the first time in a long time without being interrupted by Berdly or Queen, and in the end, she's able to help you do the December puzzle. Together, Noelle and Kris are able to move past their trauma, at least partly, and become closer friends than they were before.

Before the December puzzle, though, there's a miniboss, and instead of a Berdly, this section would actually feature Rouxls as a miniboss. In my mind, he's using the boat as a way to traverse a minesweeper puzzle and tries to stop Kris and Noelle in order to give them over to Queen. On a normal route beating him always leaves him somewhat injured and fleeing, with Noelle worried about his safety. In a snowgrave route, Rouxls is painfully outmatched and while Noelle isn't particularly invested in his safety as an individual, after being forced to do Snowgrave she's in shock, both because of what she did, but also because Lancer leaves your inventory to check on Rouxls.

Oh yeah Lancer, remember Lancer? He was here the whole time!!! Your actions have consequences.

He's very clearly distraught and doesn't fully understand what happened to Rouxls, and his distress at his "lesser dad" being unwell and dying without him being able to do anything rings a little too close to home for Noelle, who's losing her own dad to illness that she can't really stop. She leaves the scene, feeling responsible and out of place, while Lancer stays by Rouxls and refuses to go back to Kris' pocket. Kris enters the mansion without Queen trapping them and encounters Susie and Ralsei inside, grateful Kris caught up to them but confused at Lancer's absence. The rest of the snowgrave route would play out as expected, Spamton taking over the mansion and Susie trying to help Noelle even if she doesn't really know what's going on. Same with the light world, except Noelle doesn't have an "oh Berdly, you overwork yourself too much" moment, rather she has an imposter syndrome moment with Kris and Susie coming to the library together and, apparently, being there long enough that its late in the day and neither of them bothered to wake her up to hang out with her. She's glad the dream is over, but the waking world isn't much better.

On a normal route, though, Lancer helps get you out of the cages and rooms Queen put everyone in. In my AU, he doesn't turn to stone (lore bending go brrr) and instead lets the team do their own thing and find Noelle and the fountain while he goes and looks for his lesser dad. And then there's the mansion. God the mansion. This is such a nitpick but I hate that in-game it geometry makes no sense, so I literally devised a map in which the progression essentially stays the same but the building kind of actually makes sense.

(Bonus - specifically mapping out how her giant robot body upholds the mansion/where each body part is referenced and is most visible)

Once Noelle is rescued, she briefly joins the rest of the team before deciding to help them in her own way, disabling security that Queen has around the fountain in order to grant them access from the inside (because she's still scared of confronting Queen). There's only one fight against Queen, also, none of the giant mecha stuff. She has her speech about the Knight as the protagonists approach and Noelle is already caught on her hand. Noelle is essentially stuck and forced to watch the whole fight as the gang try and fail to set her free, or beat the shit out of Queen. Either way, when they seem to have the upper hand, Queen pulls out a second giant hand and knocks them all down. Tired and almost defeated, Queen turns to Noelle and releases her from the hand, telling her to make another fountain, just like in the base game, threatening Susie if Noelle doesn't comply. Noelle turns around and stands up to Queen, just like in the base game, and in response Queen rethinks what she did. She tells Noelle to choose the world that makes her happy, and uses the giant hands that kept the kids trapped as a makeshift throne that she sits down on and gets carried out of the scene with.

On their own, the kids slowly recover while Susie and Noelle still muse about how much better the dark world is compared to the light world. When Susie offers they open a fountain on their own terms, Ralsei stops her and explains the roaring. Essentially the same as the base game from here on out, except Noelle comes with Kris and Susie once the fountain is closed, filling in the gap on Kris' right when closing the fountain that Ralsei will (hopefully) one day fill.

The rest of what I'm about to lay out is pure wish fulfillment and is less "fixing" chapter 2 and more just adding things I want to see:

Susie tells Noelle the dark worlds are real after she wakes up on a normal route, and offers to take her to Castletown since that's basically a permanent dark world without any of the immediate danger. Noelle promises to keep it a secret, visits her dad at the hospital, then visits Ralsei with Kris and Susie. While those two eventually leave to explore Hometown, Noelle decides to stay in Castletown with Ralsei for the rest of the day. She has a lot to learn from him when it comes to magic and the dark world, and I just want them to be besties.

There's explicit references to Berdly in Cyber City mostly as an homage to the fact that he was once part of the story line of it. They reinforce that Susie and Kris don't like Berdly (kind of like how some of the Hometown kids talk about not liking Susie, it's framed as kind of childish and closed off), while Noelle kind of defends his intentions as positive at their core. It's entirely setup for ch2.5 where Berdly is slowly redeemed not because Noelle holds his hand through his character development, but rather because Kris and Susie are antagonists that want better for him than his so-called allies of the chapter do.

Ralsei and Noelle also have a brief bonding moment in Cyber City, mostly revolving around Noelle being curious as to who Ralsei even is, and him genuinely not having an answer to that question. It reinforces Ralsei's identity crisis during the chapter as well as shows why Noelle is so well liked by other kids in class (she's perceptive and tries to get everyone involved even if she doesn't know them that well).

All in all I think most of the things that would "fix" the chapter for me could genuinely take a lot of the whimsy out of it for other people. I prefer more sombre and subtle emotional beats, but the original chapter 2 was very clearly not aiming for that, and people enjoy it for its peppiness and hype in a way that I just can't. To me it feels forced and unearned, to other people it feels entirely natural and warranted. There's no one way to appeal to everyone and, outside of the structural problems of the chapter (not idiot-proofing the maps so I got lost and frustrated for a while, no save in front of Berdly's fight for snowgrave reasons and not taking into account that the battle is difficult on a normal playthrough and quick resets would be necessary for people not that great at the game, the general unnecessary fluff around that weird teacup puzzle where Noelle is there in the party as well and it's just a very confusing portion of the chapter that doesn't even lead into anything later on that unironically made me scrap the idea of the teacups for Kingdomrune altogether, etc) that could be fixed with trimming fat or just quality of life small tweaks. There's nothing Fundamentally wrong with chapter 2, it's just not what I wanted out of the game, personally. So, if you don't like my rewrite, more power to you. It's literally meant to appeal to just me and no-one else lmao

[sidekick-hero]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers! Spread the self-love ❤️

Emmerson, my dearest dear, thank you so so much for the lovely ask! A bit of self-love and self-hype is always a good idea 😊💜

Because I got several lovely self-rec asks I'm giving you my favorite AUs I've written 😘

Would you fall for me? (explicit | 8.8k) - my try at enemies to lovers

Dustin hugged him again and when he pulled away he patted Eddie on the back and said, "Great. Maybe you and Steve will finally bury the hatchet, now that you both have to help me plan the wedding.” "Sorry, I think I heard wrong. It almost sounded like —" Eddie started, praying that he had indeed misheard Dustin, because no way in hell... Dustin let out an exasperated sigh. "You didn't. Steve is also my best man." At Eddie's horrified look, Dustin added, "I really don't understand why you two hate each other so much. I think you could be great friends if you both just stopped acting like kids, man." "He started it," Eddie grumbled like the very mature adult he was. This was going to end in disaster, he fucking knew it.

Suitcase of Memories (explicit | 55.7k) - my first and only big bang, written with the amazing @legitcookie 💜

In a bygone era, two men overcome all societal norms and find an instant, powerful connection that defies all odds. Their secret love blossoms in the shadows, forming an unbreakable bond. However, fate eventually intervenes, cruelly tearing them apart. Fast forward to the present day, Steve awakens from a startling dream that feels surprisingly real, like he was really there. The memory of it haunts his every waking moment, making him question if he somehow recognizes the mysterious, curly-haired stranger playing his guitar at a street-corner, although they have never met before. Steve continues to cross paths with this enigmatic figure, Eddie, until they surrender to fate and their instant attraction. As their relationship deepens, Steve's dreams become increasingly vivid, detailed, and intense, leaving him with an uncanny sense of familiarity. They also strangely reflect the growing romance and struggles of his newfound relationship. Is it all just a coincidence, or is there a deeper connection that defies the boundaries of time and fate?

we were meant to be (we live happily in my fantasy) (explicit | 5.6k) - my try at rockstar!Eddie

Eddie Munson has it all. The big mansion with more bathrooms than anyone could ever need, five platinum albums in as many years, countless awards to show the world that the trailer trash from a shithole town in Indiana had made it, and enough money to buy said shithole town if he ever wanted to. Which he certainly didn't, thank you very much. The only good thing about this hellhole is his uncle, who still refuses to live anywhere else. Eddie Munson also has the most gorgeous date of all the Grammy attendees on his arm, smiling charmingly at the flashing cameras and winning the hearts of everyone he so much as looks at. Or: Eddie is a Big-Shot-Rockstar and Steve is the escort he hired to get people off his back. Too bad he fell in love with him.

I’ll keep you like an oath (may nothing but death do us part) (mature | 20k) - finally, I tried my hand at the fake dating trope!

When Steve's grandmother dies, he finds out that he can only get his inheritance - half a million dollars - if he marries someone. It's her way of forcing Steve to live a heterosexual life. Sucks for her that gay marriage has been legalized since she wrote her will. Sucks for Steve that he doesn't have a man or woman in his life to marry. Cue Eddie Munson, roommate and best friend of Robin's girlfriend Chrissy and the guy Steve has had a crush on for years. What could possibly go wrong?

Emotional Motion Sickness (explicit | 16.5k) - emotional porn, pure and simple

"This is actually my first time in a gay bar and I had no idea it was a theme night, that people would be here looking for... for... leather and chains and whatnot. If I knew that, I wouldn't have come." It comes out in a rush, the words stumbling over each other in his haste to get them out as quickly as possible. Steve fights the urge to bury his head in his hands again, but part of him is glad he got it all out. Now he can only hope that Eddie still wants to talk to him, because he likes Eddie, and he may not be into the same things as him, but maybe... Steve doesn't know what he's hoping for, only that he doesn't want his night to end without at least getting Eddie's number. Maybe they can at least be friends. Steve really needs more gay friends, ones who don't send him to a bar without telling him they have theme nights.

[valentinehorrors]

The Fear of a Father Part 2

The room was quiet, which was very rare for Casey. If not loud music, then maybe the occasional practicing of trash talking for hockey games or both. But tonight it was quiet aside from the running water coming from the connected bathroom.

Well, that and Mikey telling his story.

And even after he finished talking, the silence stood, an awkward air between them. Casey had so many thoughts going through his head that for once he had no words.

So for quite a few minutes after Mikey's tale, it was quiet. It might've even been over an hour, he wasn't sure as he simply focused on washing his hands and arms.

He could hear that Mikey had gotten up from his bed and was now walking around his room, he wasn't nervous about that, he already spilled all his secrets anyway. The human didn't realize how tense he was until he looked in the mirror and saw how scrunched up his shoulders were. Casey almost jumped out of his skin as he caught a reflection of ice in the mirror as Mikey glanced at him.

He didn't think Mikey's eyes could get any colder.

Somewhere in the back of his mind he remembers someone saying that ice can get so cold that it burns. That's what it was, Mikey's eyes had gotten so cold that he could feel them start to burn.

"Don't scrub your skin off." Casey actually jumps this time, water splashing onto him and the mirror, Mikey's reflection distorting through the water droplets.

"Shit Mike... Scared the shit out of me." He chuckled nervously, turning off the water and taking a nearby towel to dry off, he looks down at the towel and idly thinks that he's glad it's not white.

"My apologies." Casey isn't looking at him, but he can practically feel the cold radiating off of the turtle as he steps closer. "But I seem to remember you mentioning that you like to be scared."

Casey felt shivers like claws raking down his back, "Y-Yeah I guess..." Once again, the silence returns, the human's hands have been dry for a bit but he keeps a hold of it, eyes not leaving the bundle of cloth. The cold drifts away as Mikey goes back into Casey's room, his footsteps audibly portraying his wandering, he had been silent up until that point, seems he wanted Casey to be aware of his presence now.

Casey sighs, deciding to splash some cold water on his face. "Stop freaking out..." he mutters as softly as possible to himself in the mirror, glancing back at the cracked door to make sure Mikey didn't hear. Though from the pause in his footsteps, he may have anyway.

Whatever, take a deep breath Casey Jones, you're not in danger.

He once again directed his gaze to his own reflection in the mirror... Maybe he should change.

As though reading his mind, Mikey suddenly appeared at his door, holding some of Casey's clothes "Here. Thought you'd want to get changed."

"Oh, thanks..." He took the clothes, Mikey turning to go back to sit on his bed, monotone, numb, apathetic, nothing new. This was Mikey, it's always been Mikey.

"So," Casey slowly started, looking over as Mikey's head perked up over to him, his blood was already frozen at this point with how often Mikey stared at him, the ice was starting to burn. "What does rat taste like?"

Mikey tilted his head like a confused dog, before pausing as he thought. "Do you remember how they smell?"

Casey shuddered as the same memory flashed to his mind as he nodded.

"Kind of like that. They can be chewy and stringy, I avoid the fat ones, fat never has a good texture raw." The turtle stated simply, matter of fact. "It's been a while since I actually had rats."

"Right... How often do you get... uh, hungry?" Casey fumbled his words a bit.

Mikey stared at Casey, he was forgetting to blink again. "Do you want the truth?"

They let the question linger, Casey chewing on his lip. Morbid curiosity. "Yeah, the truth."

"I'm always hungry." Suddenly Casey realized that at times that piercing cold, was a hungry gaze. "But I can keep it at bay, I eat once a week to avoid it from getting worse."

Casey was the one staring now "How many?"

"Depends on the day. Sometimes I can't risk getting out without being noticed or caught by my family so I postpone it. Thus I eat more the resulting night."

Missing persons posters, there had been more of them recently. Casey thought it was because of the Kraang or people getting mutated and having to retreat into the shadows.

Casey kept staring at Mikey, taking in his answer, his instincts going haywire, screaming at him that Mikey was dangerous.

"I'm gonna... get changed..." He slowly said as he retreated into the bathroom and closed the door, alone with his thoughts.

What did Casey know? First, Mikey never lied to him, he kept things hidden, slowly streaming out info to Casey, but he was honest about it every time he did it. There was clearly a lot that Mikey had kept to himself for years, so the least Casey could do was be patient. Though to be very fair, he never fully expected anything like this. Who would? Second, this wasn't something new. The only difference is that he knew now, but Mikey had always been like this.

His fight or flight had been activated many times just from being around the true Mikey, his gut always warning him. Hell, he knew Mikey was kinda fucked up. The second that the turtle allowed him to see the strings, how he plays with his brothers like it's a game. Even now, looking in the mirror, he could see the strings around his own wrists and neck. An unspoken threat, if he tried to tell anyone about who Mikey really was, he'd be fucked. The only thing he'd accomplish with that would be seeing Mikey truly pissed.

Holy shit.

Mikey wasn't pissed. Everything he saw, but Mikey hadn't been angry, not even a little upset. As he realized this, he looked at the clothes he had been wearing, now a pile of the floor, stains of red still vaguely seen. His gaze then went to his sink and he realized that it was going to need some cleaning as well, he hoped the red didn't stain too much. He could always pass it off as him tending to his own hockey caused wounds if anything. It's the same excuse he used when he ended up banged up from being out on the streets...

He sounds like Mikey.

This might've been fucking with his head a bit.

Okay, a lot.

He took another deep breath as he slipped on new clothes, calming down his heart, the adrenaline still in his system. At this point Mikey was just a constant source of adrenaline for Casey.

Maybe that's why he found it almost intoxicating to be around the turtle. Maybe it's why he missed the cold truth of Mikey whenever it was hidden behind false warmth and large dramatic smiles. It felt so fake whenever they hung around Mikey's family, a performance. Mikey had been giving him tips and helping him out, building a mask for Casey.

Really thinking about it, Mikey didn't have to go through any of this. He didn't have to explain so much to him, didn't have to help him, he revealed the strings most likely as just insurance, a just in case.

Plus, considering what he just saw, if Mikey wanted him dead, he would be.

It was almost sweet in a way...

Yeah, Casey's fucked up, but he's always known this so why act surprised now?

"So," Casey opened the bathroom door, clearly no longer as nervous as he casually leans against the door frame, "what do humans taste like?" his relaxed posture conveyed more curiosity than fear, something almost seemed to spark in those ice cold eyes.

"Like chicken. That's a joke." Casey actually laughed at that as he tossed his clothes with the rest of his dirty laundry. "You'll want to use hydrogen peroxide."

"Hydrogen peroxide." Casey said at the same time as Mikey as he nodded and sat next to the turtle, laying down on his bed.

He saw Mikey's head tilt out of the corner of his eye, "You know?"

"I'm trans, dude."

It took Mikey a second "Ah, right." Casey could feel the turtle's eyes as they scanned him, it caused another shiver. "You're... much calmer..."

Casey shrugged "I mean, if you wanted me dead you would've done it by now... and like, you only eat people cuz you gotta. You're still the same Mike, I just learn more about you but you ain't changing..." His gaze went from the ceiling to the turtle just in time to see said mutant practically jump on top of him, those ice cold eyes inches from his face. This close, Casey could see some of the blood still staining the edges of the scales around Mikey's mouth.

"You're not afraid..."

That familiar adrenaline quickly caused his heart to beat in his ears, "I ain't gonna lie Mike..." he spoke barely above a whisper, "You scare the shit out of me..."

"And yet... you don't run, don't stop coming to our talks, and you haven't tried telling my brothers a thing, listening to every tip and suggestion I say..." Casey feels the turtle's fingers tracing a line across his neck, "I've shown you the strings I have tied around everyone around me, even you... and yet you obediently follow the tugs of said strings..."

Casey didn't flinch, just looking into those eyes, now welcoming the freezing burn. "Yup."

This close, he saw those icy blue eyes widen a bit before a smile crawled onto Mikey's face, wider than his usual small genuine smiles, showing off sharpened canines that Casey knew the other turtles didn't have. The smile almost seemed manic "You... get better everyday Casey Jones...~"

Yeah, Casey was scared shitless, and he loved every second of it.

Meanwhile, one thought echoed in the turtle's head:

HE'S MINE.

[littlemissidontcare]

“The same vibe” my ass. She’s an arrogant shit waffle with no personality and Seb is a no bullshit New Yorker with a soft heart and incredible work ethic. They do not have the same vibe. And don’t even get me started on the values bullshit.//

People had the same complaints about Ale so I'm wondering why we aren't seeing the pattern and coming to terms with Seb's actual values. This is the second or third woman in a row he's chosen to be with who loves to flaunt and 'bait', and I am of the strong opinion that it's probably Seb either calling the paps himself or authorizing AW to do it. He's campaigning hard for awards season. He obviously knew those paps were there in that parking lot. He knew exactly where to look.

At what point are we going to accept that he's probably just as thirsty as the women he CHOOSES to date? Fans love to trash the 'leeches' he dates, but he's the one choosing to date them. Do we really think he sees their behavior and is helplessly crying himself to sleep because he's trapped and can't do anything about it? Do we really think he's just a sweet cinnamon roll who's cringing and crying over his annoying GF and he's putting up with her just to win some awards? They've been together for years. Come on.

That man ain't trapped. He endorses the behavior and thirst of his girlfriends because it forwards his agenda. Seb is a nice guy and a brilliant actor, sure, but he is also PLAYING THE GAME. At this point it's a pattern of behavior from him. He keeps choosing the same type of woman (rich influencer types) but people seem to think he's this helpless idiot being taken for a ride and I'm not sure why we can't come to terms with the fact that who he's dating IS a reflection of him and his values. And don't tell me about a contract. That man is exactly where he wants to be, and with exactly who he wants to be with. Even if there was a 'contract', he SIGNED it.

So I agree with the anon who says they have a similar vibe/values...just not in the way that anon believes. I think that just like AW and Ale, Seb is thirstier than a desert rat. He just gets his girlfriends to do the dirty work. And trust me, this isn't about me 'liking' AW because I find her very hard on the eyes, so it ain't that. I just think she is exactly on his level, but his fans don't want to see it.

[finalgirlkateausten]

hide away and find your peace of mind

set at the end of SGA 1x11 The Eye, right after the team regains control of the city. it is my professional opinion (no seriously i'm an emt lol) that Elizabeth and Rodney should've gotten hypothermia 😤

"Everyone okay?" John asks, looking around the room as Teyla more or less carries Beckett in. He keeps glancing back at Elizabeth, just to convince himself she's really not dead. Now, she's leaning heavily on the console, her eyes closed. "Elizabeth?"

She blinks, taking a moment to focus on him. "I'm alright, Major. I think I should just get out of this jacket, it's a little too warm in here."

John blinks at her. The large, empty, mostly-metal city running on minimal power isn't what he would call warm. But when he notices that her jacket is still dripping rainwater as she sheds it, some old first aid training lights up in his head.

"Hey," he says suddenly, "getting out of that wet jacket is probably a good idea, but I don't think you're as hot as you feel-- do you want my coat? It's dry... drier."

Elizabeth takes it when he hands it to her, frowning as she slips her arms into the too-big sleeves. John turns to Rodney and Dr. Beckett.

"Rodney, how long were you out in the storm?"

"I've lost track of time," Rodney mutters, and though he doesn't seem as foggy as Elizabeth, John suspects the shivering he'd written off as a shock reaction is actually far worse. "Beckett, what do you think?"

"Not sure he's gonna be much help right now, Major," Ford reports, standing next to the desk chair the doctor is sitting in so he doesn't slump over and fall out of it. "Dr. Beckett? Carson?"

Beckett awakens slightly with a groan before bending double and getting sick into a hastily provided trash can, thanks to Teyla's quick reflexes. John concludes that it's probably best to take matters into his own hands.

He's pretty sure his Basic Life Support certification hasn't even expired yet.

With the power still spotty and no doctors lucid enough to help them in the medbay anyway, John decides to just grab supplies from wherever he can find them and bring them back to the command center. He delivers portable space heaters first, and then blankets and dry clothes, just spare sweatshirts and sweatpants that will probably fit Rodney and be huge on Elizabeth. And then he goes for medical supplies just in case, spending the whole trip trying not to think about Elizabeth changing clothes or if his own wardrobe would fit her any better. None of those thoughts are any of his business.

The medbay brings him heated blankets-- provided he can plug them in-- and a thermometer that looks battery powered, at least. The storm is still impossibly loud, and John reflects that he might not mind one of those blankets himself.

When he gets back to control, Elizabeth and Rodney have changed clothes, and Ford and Teyla, the geniuses that they are, have dragged mattresses from wherever the closest living quarters were, taking up the floor of the briefing room. It's kind of cozy, with the heaters, and John plugs in the heated blankets and passes them out to everyone's enjoyment.

"If it's still storming," Elizabeth murmurs, her words slurring, "I might... try to get some sleep. Before the others come home."

Rodney squints. "You don't look so good."

"At least I'm not oozing blood everywhere," Elizabeth retorts, and John realizes he's gonna have to keep juggling things a little longer.

"Let me see your arm, Rodney," he requests, as Teyla hands him bandages from a first aid kit. "Elizabeth, honey, I don't think you should go to sleep just yet, but how about you take this thermometer and tell me what it says your temperature is, okay?" He doesn't know where the pet name comes from. Hopefully she won't remember later. Ford is giving him a look, though.

Teyla, god bless her, helps Elizabeth coordinate her hands enough to handle the thermometer, and it beeps just as John finishes wiping off Rodney's arm, much to his patient's protest. "What does 34.8 mean?"

"Damn, that's celsius," John says, beginning to wrap the bandage. "I don't know."

"Human body temperature is 37 degrees celsius," Rodney informs him. "She's too cold."

There's a stretchy wrap that seems like it's made to secure the soft bandages. John adds that. "What else am I supposed to do?"

"You could share body heat, Major," Ford pipes up, helpful as always. John glares at him.

"We've really only got the mega-bed, anyway," Rodney points out.

John moves slowly down to the mattress, taking a non-electric blanket for himself. "Elizabeth?" He asks, sitting beside the edge of her heated blanket. "Is it okay if I get in your personal space?"

She smirks at him, which feels incredibly in-character for her even if her eyes are still a little too glassy. "Well, I don't have a decent pillow, do I?"

It's nice, when she settles herself against his chest, and not just because she shares the electric blanket. Her skin is still far too cool to the touch, even though she's flushed. Even with Teyla on her other side, relaxed but not dozing, John still feels a little too awkward. "Rodney?" He asks, trying to joke. "Wanna hug? You seem a little chilly yourself."

"I've got more muscle mass to keep me warm," he insists, but he makes his way over to lie with them, folding his hands behind his head and letting John throw an arm over his shoulders. Ford drapes them in another heated blanket before returning to Beckett Duty-- and snapping a picture with a field camera.

Rodney laughs, and Teyla smiles. "Fuck you," John offers.

But Elizabeth is starting to feel warm again tucked against him, and he decides it's not a terrible way to wait out the storm.

[neurospicy-diaries]

Hello dear diary,

it's been a while.

these last few days have been... tough. Mentally I'm exhausted and it reflects on my well being, or in other words, I'm not taking properly care of me.

Lately I'm having problems with eating. Again. I just don't want to do it.

I don't want to eat. I don't want to think of what to eat. I don't want to prepare food. I don't want to buy groceries.

Clearly I'm having problems again with my lack of routine, which our current work situation is not helping at all.

I'm also having lots of problem with phone gaming and binge watching. After several weeks of total disuse, I found myself to rely completely on the distraction blocker app. I even installed a session on the laptops browsers so they will block several websites after 23:30. The apps instead will be blocked on the phone after 23:00 (I left out, of course, any app that would be needed in an emergency).

I also have to start a session banning games almost daily so I can actually do something, even if not much or just stop staying on the phone (yesterday I activated it and then started doing sudoku).

Sunday I had to engage my sister help to just go and buy material for more shelves in my apartment, because I really need to don't have boxes and stuff on my floor anymore. But when we came home it was already 18:00 and I was too tired, so we scheduled their mounting for the next day; she had stuff of her own to do though and now there's more materials in my home.

I'm procrastinating going to buy sealing film for my windows, not sure why. It's not that long of a ride on bus and they're not so expensive. I can also easily go by car. I guess it's also the anticipation of all I have to to once I have them and the possible problems that could arise in doing so. Or the intuition that it will amount to have just more materials around the house.

That being said, I'm continuing at least the regular deeds of the day.

I'm keeping my dishes clean. Last time I didn't emptied the dishwasher but I was able to keep some order in the dirty dishes and yesterday I emptied it and filled it in half an hour and programmed for later that night

I washed a pair of sheets. Just in time and literally because the last clean pair were on the bed and ready to be swapped. I still have two pairs to wash but I might be able to do at least one by the end of the week

I did a laundry. I was behind. A lot. Now I have the towels and sweaters to do but I can dress myself decently this week. It's nice.

I'm still doing my bed as soon as I get out of bed. I'm quite proud of this. I was able to make it so that the autism now will be annoyed if the bed is not made, so ADHD has no choice but to accept that.

I'm keeping the bags in and coats in their places.

The couch is still free of stuff.

The desk is still quite workable

I emptied the litter box

I got the kitchen in order just yesterday, my table is free of stuff and the cupboard top is free of empty pills sheets and other trash

All in all I'm trying to still function, but it's hard and the holidays fast approaching is not helping (not a big fan of them).

I'm also reevaluating my life, in particular my childhood and... it's though. But I need to do it in its own post.

Anyway, I better start to write regularly every day again, because I clearly need it.

Bye.

[atamascolily]

Lily liveblogs: Thunderbolt Fantasy 4x07

Well, that escalated quickly.

Chao Feng and her party get their asses kicked by some ordinary demon goons... only for the camera to pivot to them standing around looking confused as Lin Xue Ya appears. Another victory for the Enigmatic Gale, everyone!

Lin recognizes Chao Feng and decides to keep her around as a potentially useful pawn--everyone else can come, too, I guess. Meanwhile, Chao Feng demands that he kowtow to her, but once Lin reveals he's seen Lang recently, she'd follow him anywhere.

meanwhile, Azi is lounging around at home on his Brooding Couch (where did he get the furniture, Lang and Spider trashed everything) drinking wine and video chatting with Xing Hai

Xing Hai wants to know what's going to happen in the future given all of the scheming, and Azi's like, "hahaha, no, can't be bothered"

also it turns out that something weird happened to Azi as a result of meddling with space-time and he lost all his memories up to a certain point (~200 years ago) and has no idea how he got here and no desire to do anything, so he advises Xing Hai to tone it down with the drugs demonic magic, lololol.

the only thing that makes Azi happy anymore is drinking tormenting Lang, lolsob

this supports my theory that Azi doesn't care if Lang kills him as long as he fucks shit up in the process/breaks everything

all this is to say: the Madoka Magica vibes intensify

elsewhere in the Demon Realm, Covid Safety Protocols and Megamind are having a nice banquet together.... and unlike Ansarto's banquet, the food actually looks pretty good?

how does Covid Safety Protocols even drink with her mask on is one of this show's greatest mysteries

but it doesn't matter because they're both abruptly murdered from behind!

Cut to Spider and Wasp yelling at each other for "accidentally" killing their allies, lololol

they take the seals, but THEN Xing Hai shows up with a steel chair a scrying mirror and banishes them to the Shadow Realm because it's one thing if Lang kills a noble (he's a demon and her boss says it's okay) but she can't allow ordinary humans to get Ideas.

all of this happens in like three minutes, btw, and it's a lot.

wish we'd gotten a full season 5 and an extra episode in S4 so this could be less rushed, sob.

meanwhile, Lang drinks the Dubious-Looking Potion that Ansarto gives him over Ling Ya's sensible objections, which is supposed to transform him from caterpillar to butterfly. I thought this was a metaphor, but then after he coughs up the requisite blood, Lang gets rolled up in a silk cocoon, so actually that was entirely literal.

is he gonna wake up with insect legs now

... anyway, Lang has to confront his Inner Demons, which turn out to be important people from his past like Shang and Tian Ming telling him he sucks.

weirdly, no sign of his mom, though - bet they're saving that for the next episode

also that final shot where he passes out on top of his own reflection... poetic cinema

In the Wasteland of Spirits, Shang Bu Huan whips out the broken magic sword that You Qing used to fight Lou Zhen Jie back in s2 (making this the most unexpected callback/cameo EVER) and takes advantage of its innate attraction to demonic energy to hover in mid-air and yeet himself into the abyss leading to the demon realm

Shang Bu Huan: "I'm Mary Poppins, y'all!"

also that little somersault he does... this show is delightfully Extra

Dan Fei and Juan Can Yun are just gonna wait there for him to come back, I guess?

anyway, the preview for the next episode shows Shang reuniting with Tian Ming and Chao Feng going into a glowing green square portal, which makes me think that Lin is going to find out her dad's true identity this way, hahahaha.

[asexualcorvidae]

There's something to be said about the public performance of discussing concepts like "how one's year went" and "plans for the next year" publically, but there's something nice about sharing these thoughts with the world - even if they are mostly melancholy this year.

This year has been... mixed, to say the least. On a personal level, I don't have much to comment on. I had a paid month off of work in May, which I spent traveling to a few places to see people I haven't seen in a long time (as well as visit family). This time off was really nice. Really, really nice. I wish this wasn't a once-in-a-blue-moon thing. I found such regularity in being around other people.

Beyond the personal, work has been much improved. A very long & tedious project finally finished. (Mostly. It has been over half a year and I am still helping to clean things up. I don't mind it, though; it can be interesting work at times, and when it isn't, it helps to pass the time.) Now that this monster of a project is done, work has mostly been steady & consistent - which is a boon considering Everything Else Going On.

Oh, the medical stuff. It started slowly this year, with a diagnostic colonoscopy + endoscopy revealing nothing regarding my energy levels, and has since spiraled into 5 months of endless appointments and tedious "following-up-on-people-who-should-have-done-things-independently". My PCP sucks (2 months to go until I get a new one) and treated me like shit. I got off of continuous iron supplementation, finally, after over 5 years. I tapered down my SSRIs. (I could not come off them completely, because apparently Lexapro enhances the affects of Adderall, and changing my Adderall dose during the ongoing DEA-manufactured "shortage" is, in my opinion, a non-starter.) I was diagnosed with obstructive sleep apnea & have been working to adjust to sleeping with a CPAP machine, which is still an ongoing process. I finally got into physical therapy, struggled immensely with it, and was then referred to aquatic physical therapy, which has gone really well - perhaps the only medical thing that really has gone well this year. I'm still seeing eating disorder specialists, even if I haven't made much headway there. (There's too much going on.) I still have many problems, and many which I believe to still be undiagnosed & untreated. I'm better than I was 2 years ago, but I don't think I'm better than I was last year.

I do think I've improved with keeping up with chores. I've hammered down quite a few to keep up with on a weekly basis. (Laundry, dishwasher, trash, recycling, mail, and groceries.) It is... mixed at times, but I do what I am able to. I overhauled a lot of what was in my bathroom this year too. I replaced my shower curtains. I finally had maintenance replace my shower head, after owning the thing for over 2 years. I got new bath mats. I cleaned out much of the old medicines & supplies. (The supplies are still waiting to be donated. That's for another day.)

That's about all I have for a reflection on the previous year. I don't fully remember what my resolve was for this year - if I had to hazard a guess, I wanted to keep a focus on medical things (which I definitely did, for better or for worse) and maintain some structure with chores (which is much improved over the past year - I am, at the very least, basically never backlogged on anything I consider to be in a maintenance state).

As for next year... the medical focus is self-explanatory (and necessary). I actually might even join a gym??? (It's really terrible that there's no way to access a warm water pool without paying for it in some capacity. Medical care is gate kept by money! Unsurprising.) I'll keep tweaking my CPAP settings in pursuit of better sleep. I would, eventually, like to get off of Lexapro entirely. A new PCP will hopefully mean a new set of eyes on all of my symptoms. And, energy permitting, I'd like to get back into cooking - which I think will help my eating disorder a bit. (I'm not sure if I will be able to do it without the support of a meal kit service. I'd like to be able to do that, but I'm really not sure where I stand there.)

Beyond the medical, I want work to remain mostly stable. I'll keep advocating to be paid more, but I'm not expecting much. At this point, the health insurance is so worthwhile that I'm not particularly interested in moving jobs (or moving period). And in my personal life, I want to keep working to make my apartment somewhere I am happy to be in - somewhere I am proud to have decorated and am proud to maintain.

That's about it. I hope 2024 is a better year. (At the very least, I hope it is okay.)

[beevean]

Hecula. Isaactor. Joaactor ;)

Alright, if I must be brutally honest:

where is the porn?

Like. To me the setup "the Lord and his pretty loyal knights who'd do anything for him out of gratitude" is so damn obvious. I know CoD cannot compete with SoTN or AoS in terms of popularity, but really? Nothing? I was lucky to find any scraps of Isaactor by digging into the 10+-year-old trash of blogs here! Where is the material?! I feel like I'm having visions! Or maybe I came too late to the party 😭

(well, I did find two Draactor fanfictions. they were bad. one of them was pretty good except Hector was so OOC it hurt, and the other was NFCV levels of WTF. so yeah. let's just say they were inspirational...)

anyway I don't know what else to say, Draactor in general has consumed my mind. Isaactor is a fun divorsties ship because I love to imagine how their relationship, potentially solid and wholesome, crumbled apart due to their life circumstances, a tragic case of "they were at the wrong place in the wrong time but they couldn't meet anywhere else". I love how they are very different, but with just enough similarities to mesh together, and those similarities is their brand of toxicity (I want Hector to be more of a bastard lol, down with "meanie Isaac abused poor Hector"). And Hecula just hits all my favorite tropes that make me go "oh this is very gross and bad and disgusting 🥰" while also keeping the themes proposed by CoD about Hector being forced to be Dracula's reflection <3

(special shout out to Isaacula for being an evergreen villain/simp ship!)

Anyway, I know the actual opinion you want :P

Joachim is kind of a freebie, for lack of a better word lol. We don't know much how he'd be free from his cell, let alone several centuries into the future. But I like the proposed version of him being sarcastic, irriverent (too old for Dracula's shit lol), constantly on the edge of snapping, but also still unused to being loved and appreciated. Much like a certain redhead :P so, somehow, the two fit together like a glove. Isaac would not be disturbed by Joachim's nature and appreciate being appreciated. Joachim would simply admire Isaac's qualities like his passion and wit and not compare him with anyone, and himself being touched that he's not considered a "crazy old vampire".

Hector is harder to fit, and it feels like it's mostly "Isaac and his two boyfriends" lmao. However, Joachim would not create that competitive environment Dracula did, the opposite in fact, which might allow the two boys to relax around each other and rekindle that old friendship they had as kids. I like the idea of Joachim seeing himself in Hector (arrogant but so vulnerable to the manipulations of a bastard vampire lord who is keeping him in a cage of sorts) and so gently trying to steer him away from Dracula. Maybe they wouldn't fall in love, they're not each other's type at all, but they could grow close.

also i still haven't grasped joachim on that front but i have my headcanons on hector and isaac's lax/concerning relationship with sex and good luck to the vampire trying to fix it :P

This has turned into a incoherent rant lmao, I'm still trying to sort my opinions here 😂

[all-soul-crossover-comic]

IT IS TIME. FOR THE CRINGE FEST.

This is back when instead of "bitch" I said "bish" and didn't have a damn clue. To begin, here is snufkin with a gummy snake. He was going to have a pet gummy snake named regina.

He looked so menacing and white

I would not trust him with my finances. Beyond the "keep reading" thing, there is actual pages. It's been two years. It is time to reflect on my dark past.

The original run was only three pages. I gave up after not many people paid attention to it. Probably because it was trash. But still.

RIP Blueberry Muffin...

Also, a nine year old says the word damn. I was 12 when I made this lol.

Oh so I just skipped to when they already settled in? Oh. Ok. I remember making a version that had snufkin saying "Jerk" instead of "Douche" because the amino I was posting it in had a rule against cursing.

The worst page. Never want to look at it again. I was hoping to to make it an ask thing, but like...I was three pages in and nobody was paying attention-

The original ask prompt pages are all lost to time. Or probably somewhere on my main blog idk I don't wanna go through all that shit, it's like diving into the Mariana trench. I'm too lazy. I just know I deleted the ask prompt pages in shame from certain sites.

Even now, with a little more support than before, I don't get asks. Wish I could go back and tell myself not to rush it out. To make it actually worthy of attention from others. But yk, can't change the past.

Time for more miscellaneous stuff. Slightly creepy stuff.

This was back when ages weren't established, but no matter what it's creepy.

Like how else are people supposed to take this lmfao

Also it says she's married because of the guy that married a miku hologram (and apparently divorced it????)

Anyway that stuff quickly left.

This is 80% snufkin. I loved snufkin. Still do. Don't draw him this much anymore tho-

The image with blood coming from his mouth (he bit his tongue) is what i consider a sort of in-between from the transition from sfc to All Soul. He's gaining some of the personality he has now. Blood is becoming a theme.

I also have some colored traditional drawings from around this time. I'll share them when I find them, and same with the digital pieces.

I didn't really think of winx club when I started it. I only really got into winx after the absolute garbage fire that was fate. Still hate it. Trying to be better than it. Probably gonna end up like it anyway, everything I write is like a soap opera.

Anyway, prepare for the sprinkling of cringe in the coming weeks as I find old all Soul related artwork. Maybe I could even show off my 2016 artwork.