#and the other two it’s just they’re inconsistent between the three

[quibbs126]

Alright, this kid has been fully finished since like, Monday, I’ve just been too lazy to post him, but now I’m gonna post him, this is Black Choco Cookie

As you can see, this is yet another darklico kid. I’m sorry. But he’ll be the last one I do; I already semi had plans for him when I made Licorice Cream, it’s just that I decided to just do Licorice Cream. But then the night prior to making him, I was thinking about ideas for him and just drew this the next morning

The only other darklico kid thing I plan to do is redesign Gancao, since her look really doesn’t match her name, and it bothers me. Either that or her name changes. But fundamentally she’ll still be the same character

Anyways back to Black Choco, so with his name, he’s dark chocolate like his father. His name is just Black Choco because while he’s chocolate, he supposed to have this smell of licorice about him

Maybe he’s these chocolate licorice brownie cookies I found online that one time. But his name is still Black Choco

Anyways, let’s get into his design

So you’ll notice he looks very similar to Dark Choco except for the eyes. Well that’s because he’s the third one of these, and frankly I feel like the girls look enough like Licorice, so might as well have one of the kids be the Dark Choco clone like Dark Choco is to his own father. I think the fact he’s the third of these I’ve made is the only reason I allow him to look mostly like one parent and be the clone

But I finally gave one of them Licorice’s yellow eyes, so that’s good. I’ve been wanting one of them to have the yellow eyes and white eye lines since Gancao, it just didn’t work with her or Licorice Cream. Though I changed up the yellow slightly so that it’d work better with the white

I based Black Choco’s look off of the young design of Dark Choco in the artbook, since his sisters all look like they live in the Dark Cacao Kingdom too (the three are all supposed to exist in the same universe as siblings), and he’s supposed to want to be a fighter like his dad. Also with the brown it makes him look like the cookies I showed above. That wasn’t the intention but I like that

I think the way his hair looks was supposed to be inspired by how Licorice’s hair, like specifically in how it’s parted or something, but looking at it again I can’t really see that

I just realized the drawing I have of Black Choco here is with his gradient. I wasn’t sure if I should give him one; I did it so he’d look at least a little closer to Licorice, but I wasn’t sure it worked well. Ah well, I suppose you tell me

Anyways, so let’s get into his character

So Black Choco is a shy and a bit anxious kid, as well as someone who gets spooked easily, as shown in one of the sketches. He’s also generally quiet and soft spoken, not very capable of loud noises. But despite his timid nature, he’s a good kid who just wants to help people

He greatly admires his father, Dark Choco, and wants to be like him, which is part of the reason he wants to be a warrior. Thankfully for Black Choco, I imagine Dark Choco to be more openly affectionate than Dark Cacao was, so Black Choco isn’t gonna grow up with those same parental issues. But unfortunately, Black Choco isn’t as great with a sword and fighting, especially since he tends to accidentally drop his sword. But he does want to learn, and he tries hard to overcome this

Despite this however, he does know magic, and he’s actually very skilled at it, far more than he is at fighting. However, he chooses instead to become a warrior. Perhaps in the future, he learns to try and do both, combining his skills and becoming a warrior that uses both sword fighting skills and magic, becoming a real powerhouse

Now, as for his connection to his siblings, I’m not sure, as some of it depends on his age compared to them. I want to make Black Choco Licorice Cream’s twin, probably since I imagined Black Choco as a child and I drew Licorice Cream as one too, but also I don’t think I can really do that since Licorice Cream herself has a particularly unique origin, one that Black Choco doesn’t necessarily fit in to. Not only that, but I think I drew Licorice Cream as a child because I couldn’t figure out what to do for her other than her origin and possible connection to dark magic and the Strawberry Jam Sword. She’s technically supposed to be the older than Gancao, and I imagine Black Choco to be a child. But at the same time, I can really see Black Choco and Licorice Cream as a twin duo, and I like that concept, especially since personality wise, they’re pretty different, Licorice Cream being an extrovert while Black Choco is the introvert, for example. But it just doesn’t work with what Licorice Cream actually is

*sigh* I think I’m gonna need to do a redesign with all three of them, putting them on the same canvas and figuring out definitively what order they’re in and their ages relative to one another. Though Black Choco I don’t see changing much, he’s fine as he is

I suppose for now, Black Choco is the youngest of the three

But in any case, I think that’s it for Black Choco. To be honest, I feel like sometimes, I put too much into these characters and should just try to keep them simple, which is sort of what I tried to do with Black Choco here

But in any case, I hope you like him

[ew-selfish-art]

DpxDc AU: What’s an adoption paper or two between bros?

Danny is starting to realize that since Jazz left the house for university, his parents aren’t really good at well, being his parents. They’re obsessed with his alter ego to the point that they ignore his normal ego, and that uh, hurts his feelings. Like, a lot. Meal times have gotten weirder and more inconsistent, and he’s starting to wonder if they suspect what’s really going on with him.

They’ve started to say “You know you can tell us anything” these days when he sees them outside their lab (which isn’t frequent) but the normal amount of ghost hate speech hasn’t changed. If anything it’s gotten worse. Just like everything else.

Danny joined the whole-ass justice league to fill his spare time after high school and his parents are literally none the wiser. Like, he's a part time high-school senior at 17 and a full time international hero. His parents only comment on the fact that the menace Phantom is costing them a lot in airline tickets as they try and apprehend him all over the world. Hell, they caught Ellie for a second when he was in Morrocco and it got ugly fast. She's a junior member now but mostly spends her time with some doofus that has a magic traveling house.

And really, he's fine with his schedule of going to school, going ghost and making a difference, and then returning to a dramatically silent house. Really.

Then one day his new friend and co-team lead Red Robin makes a brief mention about his own childhood of neglect and Danny makes a joke, "What, no adoption papers for the homies?"

He laughs as he says it but something in his leader's eyes looks sharp, and Kon is sighing in the background something that sounds suspiciously like dear Rao you've done it now.

Next time Danny is on the Watchtower, he's brought into a meeting with Red Robin, Batman and various other JL team leaders.

"Adoption papers are very much for the homies. I've also included the option of emancipation, as you'll see in the green folder, but I am one hundred percent serious about adopting you."

"Red, you're like, 3 months younger than me." Danny deadpans.

"Adoption is for the homies and I'm emancipated. And If i'm reading Batman correctly, you're facing three outcomes right now."

"Three?"

"One: I adopt you and you become my legal dependent. Two: Batman adopts you and I become your legal brother. or Three: You emancipate yourself while allowing us to provide for you while your housing situation is sorted out."

"... Uh. Door one?" Danny is having too many feelings. Why does batman look disappointed? What is Jazz going to say? What on earth???

"Welcome to the Drake Family." Red shakes his hand up and down, the grin on his face feral and the plan towards being emancipated from the Fentons and adopted by his boss is a weird one.

But eventually, a few weeks later, he's had a pretty delicious dinner by his new adoptive grandfather-tler and is watching a movie with Tim and Kon on the couch and he's just so happy and comfortable and warm...

"Will this make Kon my dad if you two get married?" Danny laughs and it's the closest he gets to being disowned.

[sgiandubh]

Hi there. I enjoyed your post about Sam’s brand and it got me thinking. I feel like he’s stuck between trying to do what other people tell him he should to “make it” and trying to do it himself. Other people: you’re hot, show it off, do action movies, date blonde floozies. Himself: I want to be a good person and a decent actor, but what if I’m not? Guess I should work a lot, build a non-acting brand just in case I get fired, but try not to pay too many people to market it, I can do that myself; the liquor has the added benefit of getting his name out there and hopefully giving him another income stream if acting goes to shit. Where this all becomes problematic is that he’s not the person others tell him to be, so he comes off as fake, inconsistent, disingenuous, contradictory. I worry though that he can’t break away from these “advisors” because of whatever hole he and caitriona have themselves in with Starz and their bosses. We may not all agree on what happened in 2016 or why, but it’s obvious something did. The difference between them both since then is stark. The light has dimmed. They’ve aged exponentially. They’re guarded. They’re not the effervescent dynamos they started out as. She looks pissed all the time, like she’ll trot Tony out if necessary, but she won’t look like she enjoys it. She’ll go to awards ceremonies, but she won’t look as gorgeous as she easily could. She won’t be their ingenue. I don’t know, I think they’re stuck and are limited in what they can actually do for themselves, as much as they might like to. I can only hope there is an end in sight for them and they can persevere until then!

PS, I watched She Said last night. Highly recommend for anyone who doesn’t think a network executive could or would force their tent pole stars to deny a relationship.

Dear She Said Anon,

I liked your submission so much, I have read it three times in a row (and damn the late hour!). I have very few things to add to your excellent assessment of what I think is a very complicated situation. The proverbial Scottish parsimony could explain the choice of a minimally budgeted, all hands on deck sales and advertising approach. But we are quickly passing this stage and he should seriously think of hiring true professionals, if he really wants to make a financial lifebelt out of SS.

Yes. There's a price to be paid for all the games they are being served to play (and yes, something terrible happened in January 2016, of which we will probably never have the full details). Both of them are now striving to show us they can (scantily, painfully) exist without the magical Other. She, with that colorless, wrist-grabbing, fist-clenching literally dumb person (strictly meaning that we never hear him). He, with that (forgive me, Father, for I am about to sin) questionable, loud and tacky Oriental consigliere (it is high time I should write that paper on the Persia I know and love, lest you or other Anon think I am racist, or something). You can't figure out more opposite add-ons to Those Two, both serving, I believe, the same purpose: to deflect, at all costs, any attention given to the real state of play.

I haven't watched She Said yet and I welcome and thank you for the suggestion. On a lighter note, I trade for it Call My Agent (I have already mentioned this very, very witty French series, dealing with the life in a Parisian talent agency) - it shouldn't be a problem to find it on Netflix.

Good night, Anon. This one below is me thanking you for your trouble and time writing this wonderful post. Just look at Mitsuko Uchida's genuine Joy while playing Beethoven - same energy as Two People We Know, back in 2014, right?

[bugs1nmybrain]

L Lawliet x Virgin!Reader: Oxytocin (18+ Minors Don’t Interact)

Prompt: L had been working nonstop on his current case, and you desperately wanted him to take a break and do something new with each other.

Notes: 18+ NSFW (Minors Don’t Interact), fem-reader, loss of virginity (L and reader), reader is in college, unprotected sex, L licks pussy juice off his fingers at one point lmao

Word Count: 3889

Hours stacked on top of each other as L jumped between typing on his computer, making phone calls, and watching surveillance cameras. He had been focused on his current murder investigation for a long time, never seizing to take a break. You had been working on homework yourself. This is how you and L spent much of your time together, simply keeping each other company as you go about your own business.

You had finally completed a research paper that you had spent days on. It felt like a weight off your shoulders. You shut your laptop and then stretched your body, sitting on the bed that L had Watari place in his room, solely for when you visited him. Did he ever use it himself? Not at all. L didn’t sleep much and when he did, he usually passed out in the same position he was always in, sitting in a chair. Glancing at the other side of the room, you see L staring at the tv that sat in front of him. He was monitoring every movement on the screen. Three empty cups surrounded him, once filled with coffee and tea. 

It had been a while since you two had spent genuine time together. You two were always so busy, especially him as it seemed like the only thing he ever did was work. You were growing impatient about being able to have quality time with him, but you understood that what L did for a living was a priority. You were determined to find an excuse to spend time with him. 

You got up from your sitting position on the bed and made your way to the kitchen. You rummaged through the refrigerator and pulled out a strawberry cheesecake. You cut two slices, making sure to cut an especially large piece for your boyfriend, who lived off of sweets. Wandering back into his room, you set the piece of cake in front of L and sat next to him. He finally removed his focus from the screen onto the plate, and then to you.

“Thank you for bringing this.”

“I figured you could use it. You’ve been working really hard.”

L takes a bite of the cheesecake and then proceeds to talk with his mouth full, “Well, you see, there’s been an abnormal rise of victims within these regions. They’re all spread out in inconsistent areas, diverging from an obvious pattern.” L takes another chunk of the cake and simply stares at it. “Honestly, it’s futile for me to be working this hard.  I don’t even know why I took this on. This case is predictable, easy, and the murderer is pretty stupid. I’m assuming that this will be solved in a couple of days.” 

“It sounds that way.”

With the way he was describing his work, it seemed like he could definitely spare time.

“Would you want to spend some time with me tonight?” You ask.

“Haven’t we been doing that?”

“Sure, but I mean something a little more personal. Like a date, kind of.”

“The sooner this case gets solved, the more time we can spend together.”

“I know, but you said this was easy and that it’d be solved in a couple of days. Couldn’t you take a break and come back to it later?”

L pauses for a moment and takes note of your facial expression. You were so easy to read. He could tell that this was something you really wanted and that you missed him. As much of a genius L is, sometimes he’s oblivious to your feelings, or even to love for that matter. He takes a lot back at the screen and presses a finger to his lip, seeming as if he’s contemplating something. 

“We don’t even have to go anywhere special,” you continue. “I just want to do something with you.” 

L grumbles and takes a look back at the screen. He presses a finger to his lip, seeming as if he’s contemplating something. He reaches over to his cell phone, specifically his personal one (he has about six separate ones for different purposes), and dials a number. 

“Watari?”

All you could hear on the phone was inaudible chatter.

“Could you make arrangements to have detectives in the locations I’m sending to you investigate the area, along with the corpses? While this is happening, could you also keep an eye out for any new victims that may arise?”

“I am actually preoccupied tonight, I will resume my duties tomorrow morning.”

“Thank you very much, I appreciate that.” 

The phone call ends and L directs his attention back to you.

“So, what is it that you’re thinking about doing?”

To be honest, there was something on his mind for a long while. You had been thinking about it for weeks and it’s almost become a plague in your mind. 

When it came to intimacy, you and L were a little awkward. It took you two nearly a century to even start holding hands. You can vividly remember the first kiss you shared. The way L stared at you freakishly before asking if he could kiss you, took you by surprise. It was amateur, to say the least, but after that, kisses occurred much more often than you expected. As distant as L could be, he enjoyed sharing physical affection with you.

But there was something you had never done, something that was foreign to both of you. It was a no-brainer to you that your lover was a virgin. He was socially and romantically stunted. He didn’t have any friends, so it would be foolish to assume he ever had sex before. And for you? You were in the same boat. The opportunity simply never arose, and finding someone you were comfortable enough with was a lot harder than it was for other people. You even thought that there was something wrong with you for a bit.

However, these last few weeks have awakened something in you. You found yourself admiring L differently than you have before. Sure, you had always found him cute, but you were paying an awful lot of attention to him recently. The way he pressed his fingers to his lips made you wonder how they’d feel on other parts of your body besides your lips. His low yet soft voice made your insides tingle. You were noticing how alluring he was, and you couldn’t help but notice yourself growing warm inside when you thought about being intimate with him.

There was a part of you that was afraid to suggest it. What if he wasn’t sexually attracted to you? What if he thought your body was distasteful? What if you didn’t feel good enough for him? What if-

“Uh, Y/N? You’ve been staring at me for a while. I asked you a question.”

“Oh, sorry. I was just spacing out. Maybe we could watch a movie, like true crime?”

“Those shows are painfully predictable.”

“Yeah, I knew you’d say that.” You tried to think of something you two could do aside from that. 

“You look like you have something to say, Y/N.”

You didn’t want to say it. Maybe you did. No, you didn’t. He wouldn’t want to.

“Well, I guess we could get some ice cream from the freezer and start from there,” you suggest, despite just having cheesecake.

“That sounds perfect.”

The two of you get up and leave the room. You walk to the freezer and pull out ice cream. L tells you to take out three flavors, not being able to decide between the three. You scoop the ice cream, placing the different flavors together. You chose mint chocolate chip. 

You guys eat your ice cream, not saying a word. It’s weird. You look over at him and watch intently as he licks his ice cream, and you feel that warmth coming back. Why was this of all things turning you on???? You felt gross. It didn’t take long for him to notice you looking at him.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” You divert your attention back to your own cone. “Just spacing out again.”

“You know, you don’t need to hold back things from me. If there’s something you want to say, feel free.”

Why was this so hard? 

“I guess I’ve been lying about what I actually want to do.”

“That’s pretty evident, I’d say.”

You look down at your feet as you can’t manage to make eye contact from the amount of embarrassment you were feeling “I..do you..would you maybe want to try something with me?”

When you look back up, there L was, close to your face. He’s a weirdo sometimes, but it’s cute.

“And what may that be?” L knew. It wasn’t hard to assume what you were contemplating. But he wanted to hear you say it yourself. 

You can feel your cheeks heating up and you feel nervous. You breathe in deep and let it out. The worst thing he could say was no.

“I’d like to take a step further in our relationship. I love you, and I’d really like..to be intimate with each other. Like, have sex.”

“That’s what you want to do?”

Here it comes. You were sure he was going to turn your offer down.

“Well, I can’t say that I’d be opposed to that.” 

The tension in your body suddenly dissipates. L moves closer, tilting your chin up to plant an unexpected kiss on your lips. It’s brief but intimate. 

“You taste like mint,” L mumbles, causing you to giggle at his comment. 

“Would you like to do that right now?” he asks.

“Yes, I would,” you say while slightly shaking. L noticed the anxiety in your voice. 

“Don’t worry so much. I’m not upset. Should we go back to the bedroom?”

“Yea.”

L gently entangles his hand with yours, guiding you to the bedroom. Before continuing, he goes over to his computer and disables the cameras that monitored the room. He returns to you and takes your hand again, bringing it to his lips, and kisses your knuckles. He brings you over to the bed. You sit down, and he does so too, but of course, sitting down in his go-to position.

“I’m sure you already know, but I’ve never done this. Am I safe to assume you haven’t, either?”

“Yea, that’s accurate. I wanted to do this with you, though,”

“I’ve been looking forward to this myself.”

“Really?”

“Yes, I’m glad you suggested it. Should we undress now?”

“Actually, can we start by kissing?”

“That’d be alright.”

L turns himself toward you and brings his hand to rest on the side of your face. He pulls you in to lock lips with him. L was good at a lot of things, and that included kissing. The sounds of the kisses you shared and the feeling of his lips caused a pool of arousal to creep up inside you. He settles his other hand on your waist and leans into your form. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pull his body even closer to yours. The exchange between your hot breaths distracted you so much that you hadn’t noticed L moving his hands underneath your shirt, resting his hands on your love handles. You pull away from the kiss and avert your eyes away from L, flustered from the intimacy. L reaches to adjust your face so that you’re looking at him. 

“Is something wrong?”

“No, I’m just a little nervous is all.”

“Do you want me to continue?”

You nod at him. L returns his lips to yours for a brief kiss before gripping his fingers at the hem of your shirt. He pulls the clothing off of you slowly and drops it on the floor. You finish the task by taking off your pants, leaving you only in your underwear.

“I suppose it’s my turn then?” L asks. 

“Yea, I’d like that.”

Reaching over to him to pull his shirt off, you toss it onto the floor to rest among the other clothes. Your eyes gaze over to L, seeing him in a way you never did before. He was pretty frail and his skin was smooth and pale. L continued to look at you with a finger pressed to his lips, and you realize that his eyes landed on your chest. 

“It’s rude to stare,” you tease.

“Your bra is very pretty,” he remarks. “However, I’m more interested in seeing what’s underneath it.”

Damn. You didn’t expect him to be so flirty.

“May I take it off?” L asks. You grant him permission, turning around for him to see your clasps. He undoes your bra after two attempts to unclasp it. He’s new to this. You allow the bra to fall off of you, and you turn back toward L. His stare returns, focusing on you breasts as if he was photographing them in his mind. He can feel his cock twitching inside his pants at the sight of your nude chest. This was a sight he had never seen before, and for it to be you that he was looking at made him even more aroused.

“You can..touch if you want,” you assure. You certainly didn’t have to tell him twice, because he was quick to rest his hands on your breasts. It was kind of awkward actually, not very sexy. He gives them a light squeeze and fondles your chest for a few moments.

“They’re quite soft.” L’s finger makes circles around your nipple, eliciting a beautiful sound out of you that made him leak a bit of pre-cum. 

He wants to touch you everywhere now, wondering how many sounds he can continue to evoke from you. He refrains from his urge and suppresses it by taking off his pants. You’ve shown yourself to him, the least he could do was return the favor. Once his pants are off, you can see his cock poking through his underwear, making you nervous.

“Can I touch you, too?” You ask, curious about what his penis would feel like.

“Please do,” you could swear that you could hear a hint of desperation in his voice. His composure was relatively calm, but you noticed a flush of pink dusting his shoulders and cheeks. 

You reached out to gently grip your hand around his clothed cock. L produces a barely audible grunt. You’re intrigued by his erection straining against your grasp and decide to fumble with him through his underwear. Touching him made you grow wetter, especially as he started humming under his breath, 

“Do you like this?” you ask, though you could tell by the damp feeling on the end of his cock that he was definitely enjoying it.

“It feels very enjoyable. I’d say you’re pretty skilled at doing this sort of thing.”

You continue to give his cock a couple more strokes and then proceed to pull his underwear off of him. The sight before you made you blush so hard that you were sure you had a fever by now. L’s cock wasn’t big nor small, probably around five and a half inches, and it was pale without many noticeable veins. His tip was flushed with a pink accent and there was a sticky gloss on his glands. You gaze back at L to see his eyes lidded while he pressed his thumb at the edge of his lips, appearing as if he was embarrassed.

“I love how you look. It’s not like those scary looking ones on Pornhub.”

“I’m certainly no porn star.”

“But you look cute,” you giggle.

Taking his naked cock in your grasp, you guide your hand up and down his length and run circles around his glands. You can hear his heavy breath fall and rise. 

“Shouldn’t I be doing the same to you, right now?” L grumbles. 

The thought made you timid. You force yourself out of your hesitation and take your panties off. L moves closer to be able to see you better, but your legs are squeezed together. 

“I’d like to see you as well, Y/N.”

He takes his hands to move your legs apart. You feel extremely embarrassed and try to cover yourself again with your hands, but L catches you first, placing them back at your sides. 

“I know it’s not very pretty,” you say insecurely. 

“I wouldn’t say that. I don’t know how a “pretty” vagina is supposed to appear, but I assure you there’s nothing wrong with how you look.”

L pauses for a moment before bringing his fingers to touch your wet labia. His pupils dialate even more than they already were by the feeling of your soaked pussy. You whimper at his touch and you can see his cock visably twitch. 

“You’re very aroused, aren’t you?” L quietly chuckles. 

L guides his fingers up and down your pussy, seeming as if he’s searching for something. The pad of his middle and index fingers touch your clit. 

“Is that it?”

“Mhm!”

“Could you teach me how to pleasure you? I’ll admit, this isn’t my field of expertise.”

“Yea, here,” you move your fingers down to your pussy and show L how you move them along your clit. Then you gently take L’s wrist and encourage him to touch you again.

“I believe I understand. Please tell me if I do something wrong.”

L trails his fingers on your outer lips, teasing the build-up. After caressing the softness of your pussy, he gently makes circles around your puffy clit. You instantly whine at the sensation. All the feelings that came with L stimulating you made you nervous. Admittedly, it takes you some time to reach your high because of this, but L is patient and persistent. L notes which spots of your pussy make you quiver the most, which movements make you shake, and how your back arches while he sucks on your breasts simultaneously. 

The feeling in your clit builds and builds, and you can feel your orgasm approaching. L seems to be able to tell, because he keeps messing with your clit in such a way that makes your heart race quicker. 

“L..”

He doesn’t say anything, he just keeps pleasuring you. After all, L is someone who hates to lose. He WAS going to make you cum for him. 

And finally, you release all over his fingers, making a complete mess of his hand. Your body is filled to the brim with that butterfly feeling that L made you feel many times before, only now it was much, much more intense. Looking back at L, you see him staring at his hand, which was covered in your juices. 

“Interesting.." 

L smells his hand. To your utmost surprise, he licks a small amount of your fluids off the tips of his fingers. 

“It tastes rather salty, but slightly sweet as well,” he remarks with a smirk. You whine in embarrassment. “Should we continue?”

“Yea, we should.”

“May I choose the position?” L asks. He was ultimately worried about it because he really doesn’t like getting out of his go-to crouch if he can help it. How was he supposed to please you if his deductive abilities decrease by 40%?

“What kind were you thinking?” You ask, worried that it would be something that would display you in a vulnerable fashion.

“I was thinking of something like this,” L crawls over you and rests his knees up near your upper torso, and pulls you on top of his lap. It’s sort of like his natural sitting position, and it’s weird to say the least. His face hovers above yours, and his deadpan stare remains, but you can feel a slight tremble in his body. Was he scared??

You pull L into another kiss, but this time it’s much more intimate. He sinks into your lips tenderly and uses a hand to gently stroke the top of your head. 

“Are you ready?” You ask timidly.

“Yes. I’m going to push in, if that’s alright?”

After your assuring nod, L takes his cock and aligns it to your entrance. He pushes in most of the way, but stops at the tremble in your voice. 

“Ow,” you say with a light voice.

“Does it hurt?”

“A little.” You curse at yourself in your head, thinking that you’ve ruined the experience. L catches onto your distressed body language.

“Do you want to stop?”

“No, I don’t. I’m just not used to this. Could you go slow?”

“I can do that.”

L continues to move in and out of you, but slowly. The thrusts are meticulous, calculated even. L keeps an eye on your facial expressions to see how far he can go. After a few moments, your insides become accustomed to L’s shape, and the movements begin to feel better.

“It’s starting to feel good.”

“Is that so? Would you like me to go faster?”

“Just a bit.”

L’s cock begins to quicken its pace, but the thrusts are deeper and you can feel every detail of him inside you. Your insides moisten more now that the sensations are enjoyable. More fluids begin to secrete from your pussy which allows him to move more flexibly inside of you. 

The sounds of L slipping in and out of you causes your arousal to heat up. Your walls clenched desperately onto your lover. L had been so focused on making sure he wasn’t hurting you that he hadn’t even realized how good he felt. The inviting warmth of your pussy brought pleasure to L that he never knew existed. His movements quicken and become more explorative, as he longs to savor every cushion of your insides. Quiet moans escape your mouth, which he silents by placing a messy kiss on your lips. 

Pulling away from the kiss, his gaze returns to you. He studied the way your face looked as he sank in and out of you and how your breasts moved to every rhythm. All of this was so new to L, and his senses were being overwhelmed. L was surprisingly vocal, with quiet whimpers escaping him. 

The only coherent thoughts you had were overtaken by oxytocin. The way L’s cock filled you and briefly brushed against your cervix made your heart feel heavy yet soft at the same time. The sounds the two of you produced was like music, creating the most beautiful song. Sensations that were once new and intimidating were now shadowed by powerful love. 

“Y/N..you’re going to make me..”

“It’s okay, you can.”

L appreciates a few more seconds of your tightness. He grunts with a whiney voice, releasing spurts of cum inside you. The both of you breath heavily before falling into a warm hug.

“I really liked that,” you said with an uncontrollable smile. 

“Thank you, my love,” L responds, placing a kiss to your cheek.

“Why are you thanking me?”

“Well, you’re the one who proposed this, and it was more than pleasurable.”

“I’m glad. Would you be willing to cuddle for a bit?” You ask rather desperately.

“Sure,” L scouches beside you, placing your legs over his waist and snuggles his face into the crook of your neck.

“Oh shit!” You exclaim.

“What’s wrong?”

“We didn’t use protection.”

“It’s okay, I’ll tell Watari to get Plan B for us.”

[stellayla]

Alhaitham x gn!maid!reader x Kaveh (slow burn? ig)

this is longer than expected but the ideas kept flowing out. i only ended up finishing this because my airpods died while i was at school. i apologize if grammar and capitalization is inconsistent, i wrote this in a span of like three-ish weeks

• Alhaitham was tired of Kaveh complaining and not getting his work done in order to pay rent

• So he hired a cleaning service which just so happens to be you!

• And he offered more money than usual customers so who were you to decline, especially with him as the acting grand sage.

• Your first day on the job wasn’t so bad other than upon entering the shared home, you were met with a tall blond man claiming you were a burglar or, after seeing your uniform, thought you were a stripper.

• After introducing yourself as a CLEANING maid that Alhaitham hired, Kaveh relaxed slightly but then grumbled about the gray haired man not taking responsibility in his simple chores.

• Speak of the devil and he shall appear, said man greeted you and told you of your tasks. After some arguing between the roommates, you were finally set with your chores and started to work.

• Kaveh watched you for a bit while still trying to do some work just to make sure you were doing things correctly and not stealing anything. When you were done organizing a shelf and moving to the other side of the room, he interrupted your humming, “you don’t need to do this, you know? you can run away from him and i can make an excuse for you.”

• You replied, “i appreciate the offer Mr. Kaveh, but i do this job because i like it! no matter who or what im helping, i thoroughly enjoy it! and if i may say, sir, you don’t need to worry so much. i’ll clean until everything is in its right place and spotless! and if there is anything you’d request of me cleaning wise, i’ll do it.”

• Alhaitham heard this and walked in saying, “They’re right, i hired them because they’re one of the best of the best. So go relax a bit and finish your work so you can pay your rent on time.”

• After you were all finished, the cleaning lasting about five hours, you were packing everything up, getting ready to head out. Until the buff gray haired man came out of his study and looked around, his face didn’t show much, but something inside you told you he was impressed.

• “You did a good job. I’d like for you to come by every week, if that’s alright for you.” You agreed and took your paycheck. You didn’t have much other clients so the hours you agreed to do and the pay was exceptional.

• When you came back the next week, kaveh greeted you saying how he was finally able to get more work done than usual and how well you did, thanking you profusely for your work.

• The next few weeks you came to clean the bachelor pad were quiet, rather than the occasional arguing between the roommates but it soon became white noise from you hearing it so much. and plus, after you started working more, the rarer the arguments would be.

• Another change was your chores. now you were sent to grab produce, books, and documents since you didn’t have to clean as much now. and rather than working just once a week, it was multiple days. you hadn’t minded though, you were happy to help the busy men.

• Speaking of said men, they realized how much work they were putting you through and eventually sat you down for a proposal…

• No not a marriage proposal, a business proposal. though you were basically acting as a housewife for these men

• They asked if you’d like to like to work as their personal assistant or go back to cleaning their home once a week.

• Over the past month or two of working for them you honestly started to view them as friends and what type of person would say no to helping their friends?

• So you take up the offer! you stay with them nearly every day, rarely ever going back to your own apartment. which sucked because, rent, but you were getting paid by ur friends well enough.

• But after staying with them for so long you realized how little they eat or sleep so you would always make them meals.

• The first time they woke up to see you in the kitchen making breakfast (it was noon) is when they both started falling for you.

• there was multiple occasions where you crashed on one of their couches. this made them realize they were over working you a bunch and designated specific days you would help either of them.

• One night it was very early in the morning and Kaveh asked you for help on something earlier in the night. You were down to help and was able to get some work done with the best of your ability. However, you didn’t realize how long it’d take and your eyelids started getting heavy you tried to fight it but you noticed Kaveh was too immersed in his work so he won’t notice if you rested your head and surrendered from the fight with your eyelids. The blond man heard your pencil drop from your grasp and your light snores and moved his gaze to you. It softened when it hit your sleeping figure. Kavehs heartstrings pulled at this and sighed. He got up and grabbed a blanket for you and silently told himself he’ll do a little more work until he’ll go to sleep himself. He might even wait for you to get into a deeper sleep to carry you to sleep in his bed in a more comfortable position. But for now, he’ll do his work and steal glances at you, smiling softly and getting distracted by doodling a picture of you in his sketchbook. He made sure to hide it before going to sleep.

• As always, you woke up before both of the men and decided to make breakfast. That was until you saw the scarce groceries they had, so then you were about to leave for the market. “Oh, are you heading out?” said Alhaitham. You responded, “Just going to get you guys some groceries and make you guys breakfast. Do you need me to do anything, sir?” He sighed and said, “I know I’m your employer but we’re friends now, you don’t need to call me sir, Y/n.” You nodded as he continued, “I have to do some of my own errands, though. Would you mind if I accompanied you?” Thus started your date errand running with Alhaitham. You had grabbed the groceries and a few other things for the household with the help of the gray haired man. It didn’t take very long, an hour at least. But you made your way back to the house, carrying bags with Alhaitham and ready to start breakfast. When in front of the stove, that’s when you realized the sage hadn’t done any of his own errands, he only had helped you. You brought this up with him and he said it could wait for another time. In truth, he hadn’t needed to do anything at that moment. He just wanted to spend time with you and help you, he had gotten a warm feeling in his chest when he imagined doing domestic things, such as shopping and cooking, with you.

• They hadn’t realized how much they actually depended on you until you requested a month off to take care of your sick old neighbor. When you came back Kaveh embraced you saying how much he had missed you and he’ll never take you for granted. You said you missed the both of them and apologized for not being able to help for a while. “That’s nonsense, Y/n. You were doing what you do best.” said Alhaitham. “Thank you, Alhaitham.” You said as you hugged him. “How about we go to a restaurant? To celebrate your coming back.” Suggested Kaveh. “As long as your paying.” Alhaitham said as he grabbed your hand to lead you out the door.

• You all walked to Lambad’s Tavern and the boys kaveh were arguing over who would sit next to you. You sat yourself down first and the blonde ran to sit next to you in the booth, lying his arm on the chair behind you and talking about nonsense. Alhaitham, who sat across from you, was a little bummed but reached for your extended hand that was lying on the table, causing you to stutter in your sentence and pink to slightly dust your cheeks. This didnt got unnoticed by Kaveh as he fumed silently, but calmed down as an idea popped in his head. His hand that was behind you snaked down to your waist and his other hand on your knee, his fingers drawing little shapes.

•Your cheeks were very red and hot and you wondered to yourself, ‘how did I get myself in this situation where two very hot men are basically fighting over me?’.

• “Uhm, you guys…” you say.

• Alhaitham was the first to say it out right, “Y/n, I really enjoy the time we spend together. I may not show it much but, I like you.”

• Kaveh was taken aback, “WHAT?!? No, no, no. Y/n, I like you, a lot, in fact. He doesn’t deserve you.”

• As they bickered back and forth, you were conflicted and flattered. You had liked both of the men for a while now, but could you really choose one? No, that’d hurt the other far too much.

• “Alhaitham. Kaveh.” you called their names to get their attention. “I am flattered as much as I’m conflicted. I, too, should confess that I like you too. Both of you, equally. But I can’t just choose between you two. That would hurt me too much. I’m sorry.” You get up to start to leave but a hand softly grabs yours. You look back to see the gray haired man who had held your hand before. “Y/n, please. Stay. There’s no need to be sorry.”

• “Like us, you can’t control your feelings.” says the blonde as he hugs you. Alhaitham continues to hold your hand, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles in a calming way as he says, “I should propose that you don’t choose.” both you and kaveh are confused, “Alhaitham what are you trying to say?” you ask. The sage continues, “Be selfish, for once in your life, Y/n. You do so much for others, and rarely think about yourself. Do yourself a favor, my love.” Kaveh made a face of realization, “Oh, I understand now!” as he clutched your other hand. “Darling, what do you say? Be selfish and choose us both.”

• Once again you blushed furiously. Choose them both? Was that possible? What would others think? Your mind was racing but could only spill out one thing, “Are you sure you two can share?” Kaveh looked offended and Alhaitham chuckled, “Anything for you, my love.” Kaveh agreed, “yeah, yeah what he said, I guess.”

• “Then, of course. It won’t hurt to be a little selfish.”

(at some point when writing this i imagined kaveh as prince gumball and alhaitham as marshall lee and it fits way too well.)

[fowltempered]

rattles the bars of my cage Thinking about Orion and his place within the family again.

I desperately want to see Orion interacting with the family (Butler and Juliet included). I think that Angeline and Fowl Sr. would be apprehensive about it at first. Orion must, to them, represent everything that they failed to do as parents to protect their son. (I think it would also cause more tension between Angeline and Butler given that his job was to protect Artemis and…well…yeah.)

I think the three (The Parents + Butler) of them would all feel a sort of awkward guilt around Orion and not know how to interact with him which could cause some tension for Orion who could very easily see this as “Oh, they would much prefer Artemis be here” which (from experience) gets exhausting very quickly. With enough time though I think they’d start to separate Orion from Artemis and treat him as Just Another Part Of The Family.

I think the twins would probably take it the best. They’re young enough by the point that Orion makes himself known that they haven’t really established a consistent relationship with Artemis yet. (He didn’t show up until they were toddlers, and then was inconsistently present in their lives) So Orion would just be Another Brother for them. (one perhaps a little more willing to roughhouse with Beckett. Just, sit on that little image for a while. It’s cute to me.)

And as for Artemis himself, I would love to see him learning to coexist with Orion as a peer rather than a nuisance. I want to see them grow from resenting each other to almost if not outright admiring each other. Let them reconcile with each other as two distinct personalities sharing a body.

There will always be some level of tension between all of them given how contrasting Artemis and Orion’s personalities are, the history, and the nature of Orion’s existence, but I still think that with time and therapy they could really accept Orion as part of the family.

[chibishortdeath]

I did a little bit of background practice yesterday. I usually forget that I could be drawing scenery and stuff so I’m kinda rough at it. It took like three tries to get the results of that first picture (second picture was one of those tries, and I’m not even showing the other one it was really bad 💀💀💀)

Also just throwing in some other doodles cause yeah :3. Simon. Some of these are from the same page and some of these are ones I think I forgot to post a bit ago so if there’s repeats then eh whatever lol. Explanations under a cut :)

This is pretty much just a study of a photo of a graveyard I ran into on Pinterest. Liminal spaces are very nice for finding background references because you can be sure no one is gonna be in them and they have the weird vibe that The Guy™️ should be in. But holy HELL trees are HARD. Like obviously I know what a tree looks like but the second I have to draw branches trees suddenly do not make sense anymore 💀

Another liminal space, this one was a path with the sky completely blacked out. I tried putting Simon into it but he kinda ended up a little muddled and too small augh. I’m also not very great at combining people and backgrounds so uh yeah. This one was also a much faster doodle just trying to warm up for the first one. But eh it’s cool idk. I need to put him in more liminal spaces or like try to draw the Simon’s Quest areas in 3D eventually.

Small practice comic! There’s no words, Simon just kinda walks a bit and passes out. I was gonna have more things happen but I didn’t have the room for it and decided to just leave it as a little practical piece. He’s probably gonna get up in a little bit and freak out about how much time he wasted.

Just a Simon head :3. His hair is fun to draw! I usually end up simplifying things as like a little uh polygonal… I think that’s the word… When drawing skulls, I usually go for octagons instead of circles because that’s much easier, but that ends up bleeding into how I draw hair making it kinda spikey and pointy in some spots on the top. I feel like I draw pretty inconsistently, but he’s very pretty and fun to draw regardless of how he ends up :3

This is some weird ass fan art of two things that aren’t related at all lmao. Sometimes you gotta crossover things that don’t make sense for the fun of it. This is Simon drawn based on a scene from the Fear Garden music video! Fear Garden is a banger, shout out to Chaa fr, it’s a vocaloid song about a girl who has a weird obsession with hands (Kira joke lol) and kills people to plant their hands in her secret garden where she treats them like flowers. Yeah, again it makes no sense, but the pose with the two mirrored characters was really cool and idk the vibes were there—

Simon sitting in between two graves, both say “BELMONT” in big letters, but one is for Christopher and Cyncia and the other is for Soleil and whoever his significant other was, we don’t have a name so it’s cut off. This has me thinking about the time in between all these characters hmm. Doing the math, Soliel would’ve been in his 90s when Simon was born, so there’s actually a good chance he wasn’t Simon’s grandfather, rather his great grandfather :O. Which means that there’s two generations we know nothing about between these two. And also that Simon would’ve never met either Soleil or Christopher or Cyncia :(. Then that has me thinking about fan comic stuff and how I’m gonna depict Simon hmmmmmmm. I imagine Simon spent a lot of time in the family graveyard tbh.

Simon is totally me when I dramatically collapse on a large marble monument of some sort in the graveyard— There’s also a couple attempts at drawing his paldrons at different angles but aaaa I can’t visualize these things properly. They’re just like kinda flared half ovals, why are they so hard to draw at any angle but like head on and top view 💀💀💀??? I’m trying to get out of the habit of drawing them bent in angles that don’t make sense but argggggg it’s hard lol.

Yeah, recent doodles tho yippie d(^^ )!

[violamonty]

putting this under a readmore because it ended up getting REALLY long-winded BUT. thoughts on tybalt vs. tank in terms of characterization. similarities, differences, yada yada yada. also some thoughts on the capp family as a whole.

(warning for discussion of internalized homophobia and toxic masculinity, but that's kind of par for the course when it comes to talking about tank in particular.)

tybalt and tank are really interesting because like. on the surface they seem really similar (like i mentioned before — gay eldest brothers of three who are deeply, deeply maladjusted from being used as a pawn in their families’ respective Problems). and i think that because of that, it’s easy to fall into the pitfall of just making them Essentially The Same Guy. (i don’t blame people for doing that! as i just said, they’re pretty similar guys.)

i know a lot of people (myself included) characterize tank as being a very repressed gay guy with a lot of internalized homophobia. that guilt compounds with his desire to make his dad happy by being, you know, A Tough Guy. buzz has already given up on ripp, and i honestly think he forgets buck exists sometimes. (the PSP game sure did.) tank is buzz’s last chance to have a “normal” son who follows in his footsteps by getting a wife and kids and idk, dying in a war or something? so there’s an immense amount of pressure for tank to be buzz 2.0 (AKA world’s straightest nuclear family having man).

except, obviously, tank isn’t built for that. he’s gay. he likes getting creative with his facepaint (or at least he did before buzz told him off for it). he wants to do ballet. he has five nice points, whereas buzz only has two.

tybalt, on the other hand, is not operating on NEARLY as many layers of internalized homophobia and toxic masculinity as tank is. what he IS operating on, however, is capp emotional repression. there’s a lot in game to suggest that most (if not all) of the capp marriages were arranged — goneril and regan aren’t in love with their respective spouses (nor are their respective spouses in love with them), and regan specifically never has been. the way the capp family is structured makes the concept of… courtship, i guess? into more of a transaction of status than anything emotional.

even if the concept of arranged marriages isn’t something that applies to tybalt specifically (and it may not be — kent is our only example of an adult male capp descendant, and he’s not married either), i feel like the concept of swallowing your true feelings for the sake of your family’s status is something that’s pretty pervasive among the capps. that’s part of what makes juliette’s relationship with romeo so scandalous. it’s not JUST because he’s a monty (although that is the primary reason) — it’s also expected that she marries someone who would bolster her own reputation, not just A Guy She’s In Love With.

anyways. tybalt is emotionally repressed, but that's less because he's gay and more because he's a capp. he isn't normal about the fact that he's gay, but that's just because he isn't normal about anything. he feels guilty about pursuing his own relationships because he feels like his whole life should be focused on his allegiance to the capp family (and, by extension, the capp-monty feud). he's invested so much time and energy into upholding his family's ideals (he maxed out his fucking body skill before even becoming an adult, for one. this guy's got problems) that it's become his whole identity.

why does tybalt care so much? memories between the three capp siblings are, as always, inconsistent, but i'm of the opinion that tybalt was the only one old enough to really Remember the fire that killed their parents. the capp siblings subsequently being taken in and raised by consort (who is arguably the most invested in the capp-monty feud) had a profoundly negative impact on tybalt's development, similarly to how the loss of lyla as a voice of reason had a profoundly negative impact on tank's. consort believed that the monty family was somehow responsible for the fire that killed cordelia and caliban, an idea he ended up passing on to his grandchildren.

juliette and hermia, being too young to fully remember the fire and therefore less blinded by a need for revenge, were able to see past that and see that it was kind of bullshit — the capp manor is an old house (so old that it doesn't even have showers), so the fire was almost certainly an accident. tybalt, on the other hand, is very reliant on authority figures to tell him what to believe (another trait he shares with tank), and all of a sudden consort is the only authority figure in his life. if cordelia (who was implied to be against the capp-monty feud by way of contessa's bio) had lived and remained a voice of reason in tybalt's life, he may have turned out differently... at least in terms of his opinion on the capp-monty feud. (i think that, unlike tank, he's kind of an angry dude no matter what. he has two nice points.)

back to tank. unlike tybalt, a lot of his guilt DOES stem specifically from the fact that he's gay — and, of course, that guilt ends up feeding into his anger and some sort of inferiority complex. he wants to be the perfect son so bad, but the fact that he's gay is (in both his eyes and his dad's) something that stands in the way of that. if he just Stops Being Gay, maybe everything else in his life will fall into place. (it won't, but he doesn't know that.) i think that in order to unlearn that internalized homophobia and self-hatred, he has to distance himself from buzz first. i'd like to think that he ends up doing that eventually, but i'm also not sure if it's realistic — he gets his camouflage facepaint tattooed sometime between the PC and DS versions, and that particular facepaint design is something buzz approved of. (i'm looping back to the "creativity with his facepaint" secret because it makes me sad.)

tank being shitty to ripp is an extension of his need for his father's approval (although that's less 'my interpretation' and more just. actually canon, i think). part of it is him mimicking what he's seen buzz do, but part of it is a subconscious jealousy that ripp is brave enough to rebel against their shitty dad. the ever-present toxic masculinity in tank's brain tells him that he has to be a brave person, but on at least some level he knows that ripp is braver than him — ripp, who paints his nails and wears smudged dollar-store eyeliner, is being a hell of a lot more courageous than tank, who is decked out in camouflage from head to toe because it makes his dad happy. and that's something that won't leave tank's mind, no matter how much he would never admit it.

anyways. tank and tybalt. if they ever met (which i think is unlikely — tybalt lives somewhere italy-adjacent and tank is in like. new mexico), i'm not sure if they would be friends. it really depends on what stage of their lives they were at (i think they'd hate each other as teenagers because they're so similar). i think there would be something else there, though. some sort of acknowledgement. a recognition of the self through the other.

[novafire-is-thinking]

Writing advice from a non-writer ✨writer✨

Keeping a character, well, in character, can be a challenge, regardless of whether they’re well-established in canon (ex: Ratchet in most continuities) or not so much (ex: Prime Soundwave).

One thing that’s helped me is identifying which “negative” emotion(s) said character operates from and how they respond to those emotions:

Fear

Anger

Shame

I know there are more, but these three seem to be at the core of individuals’ negative experiences.

Now, of course everyone experiences all three at some point in their lives. However, when one looks closely, it’s usually possible to identify which one or two come most easily—the primary motivators.

Some examples from TFP:

Megatron: Anger + Fear

Starscream: Shame + Fear

Soundwave: Unknown, but I’ve chosen Anger + Shame

Optimus: Anger + Shame

Ratchet: Fear + Anger

Arcee: Fear + Anger

Some from IDW:

Rodimus: Fear + Shame

Ultra Magnus: Anger + Fear

Drift: Anger + Shame

Swerve: Shame + Fear

Shockwave (pre-shadowplay): Fear + Shame

Prowl: Fear + Anger

And so on.

With some characters, especially antagonists and “neutrals,” it can be hard to tell which ones are in the lead unless they state their motivations outright, but here are a few I’ve identified:

Overlord: Anger + Shame

Tarn: Fear + Anger

Tyrest: Anger + Shame

Froid: Fear + Shame

Some of these may look a bit off, but that’s to be expected since I don’t just look at the primary motivating emotions, but also how they are responding to the emotion(s):

Are they so aware of it that they do their best to consciously push back against it?

Do they vacillate between repressing/denying the emotion and exploding/over-expressing?

Do they consistently overindulge in it/over-express it?

I’ll use IDW Rodimus as an example:

Fear: He fears being limited in some way, either by circumstances, others, or himself, and succumbing to the emptiness of life. He actively runs away from his fear by jumping at each new fun thing to avoid uncomfortable, dark feelings. (Actively pushes back)

Shame: He struggles with issues of self esteem. He doesn’t know love apart from a sense of admiration, so he takes every opportunity to make himself look good/accomplished to earn love while denying it. (Vacillates)

Anger: This may be a bit surprising considering his hotheaded nature, but I see this one as being his weakest motivator, just barely. It doesn’t seem to be his first response to everything like it is for someone like TFP Megs. He doesn’t rely on it as much. Rodimus only really gets angry when someone is trying to (1) limit his fun or (2) steal the spotlight. However, when he does get angry, he doesn’t hold back. He’s perfectly comfortable with the emotion. (Over-expresses)

With some characters like Rodimus who seem to be pretty balanced with all three, the order doesn’t matter as much and is fluid/inconsistent.

But usually, I can pick out which one(s) do and don’t have as much of an influence on a character’s behavior and go from there, which is all that matters to me when writing:

IDW Prowl doesn’t deal with Shame as much as he deals with Fear and Anger.

Cyberverse Soundwave deals with Anger far more than Fear or Shame.

Blades from Rescue Bots doesn’t struggle with Anger as much as Fear and Shame.

And so on.

—

Final notes:

A lot of this is inspired by my knowledge of Enneagram theory, but I put my own twist on it.

Theoretically, with some modifications, this same process of identification can be applied to sadness, joy, and other emotions that exist.

It’s good to keep in mind that characters, just like real people, don’t react the same way every time to specific emotions.

The goal is to identify the overall pattern of motivation + reaction combinations for each character and use those as anchoring points.

[derekscorner]

Chains of Olympus is such a weird game.

On the one hand it completely breaks narrative because Kratos kills two gods. If he was capable of that without Pandora’s Box then you question GoW 1.

Its a prequel so its retroactively written, they could’ve made a better excuse.

On the other hand its also hilarious that Kratos is the reason Hades looks even more like a hellscape in other titles because the boatman Charon is gone.

As a result souls just drop into the afterlife. lol

Then this dumbass had won but she couldn’t resist the urge to gloat. Granted, I perfectly believe thats within character for the gods of the GoW universe.

I also do not expect a GoW to be flawlessly written. There’s inconsistency clear into the latest Norse games.

It’s just a fun, almost hilarious entry between Ascension and GoW1. Ascension itself making you question the necessity of the box since Kratos kills three immortals and one demi-god.

Weirdest of all the game just drops this crucial, completely heartbreaking, scene- no. A full qte in which you have to force Kratos to abandon his daughter.

He’s there in Elysium, ancient greek heaven, and his daughters soul is there. They’re so happy for a moment, one quick minute.

Then Kratos has to weigh the options of letting the world end, which would destroy his daughters eternal soul, or traumatizing her again to save her.

He didn’t save the world for morality or even vanity, he only did so because it saved her and thats the image you’re cursed with when this quick prequel ends.

[fiadhvance]

♛ → THE RIVERLANDS presents FIADH VANCE, the LADY of WAYFARER’S REST. when the dragons danced in the sky they thought the BLACKS would still fly, but in the blink of an eye, they would all die. the TWENTY-SEVEN year old CIS WOMAN who was OPTIMISTIC & AFFABLE before they saw the first of the flames, is now UNREALISTIC & EASILY DISTRACTED after seeing the last. they’re often associated with the opening notes of a song you haven’t heard in years, a dog-eared journal with flowers pressed between the pages, shades of copper and gold ( ellie bamber )

pinterest ꕥ playlist ꕥ wanted connections ꕥ character building ꕥ timeline ꕥ tasks

history.

the middle child of house vance, fiadh vance was a curious, easily distracted child, often found chasing the things that caught her attention - a song she’d never heard before, a flower she just had to stop to pluck, a stone she just had to turn over. always talking and rarely still, she would follow her family members and other members of her household, always asking questions or repeating stories she had heard.

the second of three children, and the classic middle child. fiadh has always looked up to her older sibling, and been endlessly proud of her younger brother, hugo.

for as long as she could remember, she’d nursed a love for stories, her favourite being those rooted in the history of her lands and people. there was a sort of magic to them, the tales passed through generations, told to children by their parents over hundreds of years.

Her childhood was an idyllic one, but the dance of the dragons brought with it hardship, shattering her view of the world and, for the first time, bringing a sense of uncertainty to her world - and when she needed it the most, it was to her stories that fiadh turned as a form of escapism.

it was around this time that her passion for tales turned into a purposeful hobby, and she began committing pen to paper. the war brought with it many terrible things, but it also brought movement, knights and travellers congregating before dispersing once more. she listened to them, carefully copying down what they had to say.

it was an encounter with an elderly clover woman that first cemented in her mind what it was she wanted out of life. it was the first time she had encountered someone who loved stories as much as she did, and was happy to pass them on to fiadh, but their work would not be completed, the old woman dying before she could finish writing everything down.

the woman’s death opened fiadh’s eyes, realising that everything the women knew had died with her, forever lost to time. it was then when she knew she had to write down as much as she could, a way of preserving the culture of the clover folk for generations to come, and in the years since, she’s made that her calling.

division would come to split house vance, with hugo and their eldest sibling coming to disagree with one another over political differences. fiadh has not taken a side in their argument, instead opting to act as a mediator and peacekeeper between the two.

personality.

basics.

fiadh is a naturally optimistic person, and inclined to look on the brighter side of things where possible. she looks for the silver lining where she can, even in the bleakest of moments.

part-historian, part-entertainer, she is an obviously creative person, drawn to the written word as much as she is performance and music. she is passionate about storytelling in all its forms, and she sees herself as both a preserver of the past and a source of lighthearted distraction in hard times.

she’s a cheerful sort of person and incredibly chatty, able to make conversation with anybody, but she is quite a good listener, too, attentive to others when it is their turn to speak.

she’s a hopeful sort of person, and at times, that can border on idealism. she’s quick to overlook that which she does not want to see.

one flaw she has harboured since childhood is the inconsistency with which fiadh can concentrate on a task. when it is something she’s interested in, like her writing, she’s able to stay on track, and think of little else, but when it comes to other pursuits, she’s easily sidetracked. she has never once in her life finished her needlework.

at her core, fiadh is a big old nerd, someone who knows a little about a lot of things, who did well in her studies, and values others for what she can learn from them.

goals. 

her primary goal is to continue her writing, and to publish the tales she has collected in her manuscript.

however, she doesn’t want to spend her entire time copying down other’s words. there’s stories inside her that are completely her own, never told before, and she wants to get them out into the world, too. 

closer to home, she’s steadfast in her duty to her family, and wants to support her siblings - particularly hugo, given his role as sentinel. 

rumours.

tbc

fears.

fiadh’s biggest fear is of change and loss. she’s a sentimental soul, and this makes her resistant to change, even when it could possibly be for the better.

not all stories have happy endings, and this is something fiadh is similarly reluctant to admit.

other.

fiadh is an irish name meaning little deer and it’s pronounced fee-ah. 

she is not a particularly talented musician, but she does play a lute that she has hand-painted to make her own, and can play decently and sing fairly sweetly. to her, music is a supplement to the story she is trying to tell through it, rather than her primary interest. 

she can be quite scatter-brained, and is frequently misplacing things. if she has visited you recently, expect to find something she’s left behind. 

while her manuscripts are well ordered, the journals that contain her initial drafts are not, the pages littered with rambling tangents, shorthand that only she can understand, half-formed ideas and copious doodles in the margins. 

she likes the idea of needlework, of creating something that can be worn or gifted, but she’s absolutely terrible at it, and never manages to commit herself to finishing it anyway. 

she’s an early riser, often up with the dawn, and usually spends the first part of her day outside in the morning air. she’s fond of wildflowers, and her rooms are decorated with bouquets she picked herself on these morning walks. 

[thecentrium]

Estimating the heights of the Elliott from Earth characters: a normal and useful pastime

We’re gonna start with Elliott because he’s the main character and therefore serves as the “height scale” for other things. Also, between the two human characters here and their stylization, I feel like he’s a tiny bit more typical proportions-wise.

Using an Earth object to compare and measure him with, I tried the coffee table (which are typically around 18 inches) and it seemed to scale properly, it even aligned with another option—the counter height, at 36 inches. So the coffee table checks out as our measuring unit!

So using the coffee table shot above as our standard, I stacked the table on top of itself until it was as tall as him, and it came cleanly out to about 3 tables:

Around 54 inches, or 4 foot 6 inches (about 137 cm)! That checks out as our measurement for him—it’s within the typical range for his age and species, and putting him on the shorter side.

Now things get a bit weird. Elliott’s height measured with the table made sense, but cartoon stylization means that using that same method for the other characters gets some weirdly superhuman results.

So our measurements get a little less visually literal from here…

It was kinda hard to find a good standard comparing Elliott and Frankie’s heights, there’s some slight inconsistency (usually to have them both be within the center of a shot where they’re standing together) or otherwise it’s shots where one is leaning, one is further back than the other, etc. But in general Elliott comes up to the area just below the shoulders, right around where the joint curves (the deltoid muscle area):

So how tall in total is a human who is about 4.5 feet at that deltoid shoulder curve height?

Some quick math estimated that the typical distance for an adult from the top of the head to the deltoid is about a foot, so it roughly estimated that around the 5’6” range would align with that best (visualized with a couple different height chart tools below). So a little on the taller side for her!

Now for Mo, we can’t rely on estimating through basic human proportions anymore, since he’s definitely not human, not to mention his posture can vary a lot. The good news is, he’s generally near halfway between the other two heights, so it’s easy to get a rough average from those.

The rough halfway point between the other two heights is around 5 feet (152 or so cm), maybe a little bit more (especially seeing where he aligns with the humans’ proportions). Either way that is very below average for a stegosaur but we love him for it.

Enough about earthlings—how tall does Lord Kallous stand? With purely visual estimation he seems to be just a little under double Elliott’s height, but as a number that would seem a bit tall for how he compares to the previous three heights and to the environments around him.

If we adjust it down to roughly 7 and a half feet though, it still generally lines up with all three others: Elliott’s height as tall as his waist and Mo’s height near his chest, like in the screenshot above, AND it’s now consistent with Frankie’s height compared to them too.

But what about the Hive Director there? She’s distinctly less humanoid, so now any concerns about inhuman proportions and comparison are definitely no longer a problem. It should be pretty simple now, so…

Using Elliott as our height scale (and returning to the coffee table measurement standard since we don’t have to worry about human proportions), she’s right between where the 2 and 3 foot marks would be. Around 2 foot 6 inches—fittingly little for her species and design of course!

SO THERE YOU HAVE IT! If you’ve read this far I hope you enjoyed it. This is what sixteen episodes total with no new content or official acknowledgement of the show’s existence for 3 years does to a person

[annihilate-this-week]

OK I’ve been thinking about this one a whole lot lately and it’s long and very sexual so if that’s not your jam, please don’t look under the cut.

But yeah, this is a pretty detailed story idea that I put together and plotted out in full in a note on my phone. It’s about two girls (one cis, one trans) who do porn, who end up working together and start to fall for each other as they have a whole lot of explicit sex with each other and a bunch of other people.

I guess the idea is sort of similar to For The Love of April French by Penny Aimes, in that it is a very sexual story that’s really about love. It also is inspired by my years as a repressed closeted trans girl who watched lesbian and transfemme porn obsessively as a way to try and have a sex life that didn’t feel awful by… I dunno, living vicariously through people whose bodies looked like I wanted mine to look?

Anyway, yeah, lots of talk about sex under the cut, but this is fundamentally a love story.

Also, these notes are unedited, disorganized, and put together over the course of months. They exist mainly to put all my ideas for a story in one place so I can find all of it once I go to actually write the story. May be huge plot holes and logical inconsistencies. My lack of firsthand knowledge of how onlyfans works may also be obvious. I’ll do research to fix that whenever I finally sit down to write this for real.

Porn story

Trans girl is first person narrator. She’s a sex worker, came up being a cam girl but got recruited into porn, relatively recently, like six months ago? She’s on a shoot with one guy and something like 25 other women. She’s the only trans girl and the boss doesn’t want her to take her panties off because her being trans isn’t part of this. But then she has a slip in a big group of women and it doesnt show on camera but another girl, a cis girl, sees. They’re all sitting around mostly naked between scenes and the cis girl comes up to her and starts talking to her. Our narrator can tell she’s interested. Some sexual activity happens between them, in the background of the shot, and no one notices at first. But then they do, and start filming them. Which is fine, but our narrator is a bottom and isn’t interested in topping the girl. Instead they make out a bunch and touch each other a bunch and have a nice time. The directors get a little annoyed she doesn’t conform to what they want, she’s like “i wasn’t here to be a trans porn star anyway, you just decided that without me.”

“No one’s ever loved me. Certainly not my parents. I’ve never been in a relationship either, not really. I’ve had lots of sex but what i really want is to know what it’s like to be in love.” She laughed at herself. “Yeah, me and every other 14 year old girl.”

Our two main characters are a trans girl and a cis girl, both porn actresses. They meet on a shoot for a “[male porn star] fucks every girl in our stable” series, being done by the porn company they both work for. Trans girl’s first one of this series. Cis girl’s done it before. Something about cis girl noticing trans girls visible arousal beneath her bikini bottom, realizing she’s trans, being intrigued, not knowing proper etiquette, but whispering friendly small talk with her until the guy comes over. Shes one of three trans girls on the shoot (plus something stupid like 73 or 32 or 45 cis girls) but she’s the first one he’s gotten to and cis girl basically improvises for herself the role of facilitator, which ends up really pleasing all three of them. Dude moves along after a few mins but cis girl and trans girl start making out after that and cis girl is rubbing trans girls cock. Theyre fingering each other and making out and having fun. Shoot lasts another hour or so and by the end they’re mostly just cuddling and watching the action and its a warm sweet feeling that makes it one of cis girls best times on a porn shoot ever. Afterward she tells the girl she had a really good time, and asks her if she wants to get lunch the next day. Trans girl says shes “sorta” working but can meet for lunch.

Is this story narrated by the cis girl? I think that might be better/ more interesting.

Anyway, they go to a burrito place and talk about stuff, we learn backstory from that, trans girl is into punk rock and had her trans awakening thru that. Cis girl grew up being kind of repressed and doing a lot of secret porn watching. Her attempts at relationships went poorly (for her… the boys never seemed to notice) and she really only liked the sex part. It gets her out of her head. Neither of these girls have notable childhood trauma that gets discussed, i hate that kind of a thing in a story about porn girls.

Expansion: cis girl has always been into porn as established, but actually became somewhat of a “porn nerd” and read all kinds of books, learned to watch the movies with a critical eye, has a very artistic attitude about it rather than commercial. Her real goal is just to find a place where her love for sexy hijinks is celebrated. Trans girl was in online communities for trans women and a lot of them got into onlyfans once they transitioned, so she did too. It made punk shows a bit weird.

Next part is where they talk about cis girl joining in on cam shoot. Then that happens. Cis girl sucks off trans girl a bit and this is when the “girldick is its own thing” conversation happens: on camera, with chat going crazy. After cam show ends (they don’t quite fuck but a lot happens, both get off), they order food together, and end up cuddling in bed watching a movie or some shit. Cis girl falls asleep.

She kinda panics in the morning, very apologetic for having slept over by accident. She’s got a shoot, needs to go home and shower first. We follow her thru all this, as she panics over having done anything to alienate trans girl…

What are their names? Porn names and actual names. Fuck it: trans girls porn name is Amy Nitrate. Homage. Her real name is Celia. Cis girl’s porn name is Janet Starr. Her real name is Renee.

Anyway, renee’s scared that she screwed up a potential… friendship? She’s trying to tell herself thats what it is, but the truth is she has a crush. She thinks celia is super cool. But so she eats a clif bar or some shit and goes off to do a 10 hour porn shoot with three guys and two other girls. All we see of this is a moment when she and another girl are both not in the shoot and renee casually mentions Amy Nitrate to the other girl, who has no idea who that is, then goes “oh, i dont do tranny work.” Renee tries to explain the shoot they were on together and how hot it was and the other girl is like, hey, if thats what youre into honey, go for it! I think they’re still looking for a girl to do that tranny shoot with [another trans girl star from same stable] next week, i can pass you the directors number later, remind me! And renee doesnt say anything but she feels like the girl has missed the point. She doesnt bother reminding her about the number when they finished that night.

After that she texts celia and they talk about their day. Celia did a solo cam show and people kept asking if that was janet starr she was on with the day before, and when is she coming back on? Renee is all, fuck it, im not working tomorrow, wanna shoot tomorrow? Celia’s down for it.

Nothing really from that shoot but i think we should see them after, opening up to each pther more and stuff. Eating pizza. Celia asks if renee wants to cuddle and watch a movie and renee is all i dont wnna impose like i did last time. Celia says “no no it was actually really nice. Youre welcome to sleep over whenever.” And so they watch a movie and cuddle and it is chaste and very sweet and at one point celia looks up at renee and says “is this what it’s like being in a relationship?” And renee says “sometimes when its at its best its like this, but its mostly weird silences and arguments and dudes trying to get away with as much as they can and not wanting to fuck nearly as often as you do” and she sighs and she and celia have an interesting convo about always feeling weird for wanting to fuck as much as they do. This is when the masturbation talk happens— see below.

Get a pull-back days-that-followed sequence after this where we see them establishing a routine of catching up via text most nights and occasionally spending the day together doing sex stuff on cam, after which they cuddle and eat and watch movies and, more and more often, make out a bit before falling asleep.

Scenes:

—the first time they hang out together and dont do camming. Walk around la shopping at boutiques and record stores, maybe eat some tacos. Its like a date, renee feels, but she doesn’t wanna say anything. They end up back at renees place, where she lives a pretty ascetic existence, and celia’s is a big damn mess and yet so much comfier and they talk about that and how renee feels so much more repressed and maybe its because she always felt growing up like the parts of her life she liked the most were off-limits and taboo. And celia says something like “in a weird way its like being trans” and renee says “so i need to come out of the closet as… what, a slut?” Celia glares at her. “We are not stigmatizing.” Renee says “OK then, um, an extremely horny person?” And celia says “well what does your mom think you do?”

—another is a scene where they hang with some of celia’s online trans sex worker friends who are mostly onlyfans models and who are kinda weird about celia’s more mainstream porn work and a couple of them immediately are like “omg janet starr?” And some of them kinda fawn over her because she’s in the mainstream porn industry but she’s like “i have more fun with amy than i ever have on any other shoot, im starting to think i should join y’all’s team” and all the girls are like “wooo!” But its all in fun or whatever. But later, when they all head off to a bar after bowling, celia and renee are having a really intimate evening as a sort of coupled-up pair within the bar crowd and renee thinks how its sort of like that first scene they shot together where they had so much better of a time as a team than they would have on their own. And she ends up realizing that she kinda wants to be with celia for real. Which itd be the first time shes really had a relationship with a girl but when she thinks about it, her relationships with guys were more just her going along with dudes who asked her out and such. Really, feeling this way about celia is the first time she’s felt this way about anybody. Also after they hang with celia’s friends renee starts to realize she doesnt have any real friends anymore. There are girls she chats with at shoots but they dont hang together outside work. There are people from back home she still messages with on insta but she realizes her most recent message with any of them is two months old. And she certainly cant talk to her parents about anything shes going thru. She ends up messaging one of celias good friends that she talked to a bunch at the bar and they friended each other on insta after. She tells the girl she thinks she might have feelings for celia and the girl (brandy? Jessica? I dunno) tells her that celia talks about her and what good times theyve had lately and she thinks celia would be possibly receptive for taking things to the next level but renee has to understand that celia hasnt really been with anyone as herself and will be easy to hurt, and that B worries she does all the porn partly to avoid having to find out what it would be like to really fall in love because she cant imagine falling in love without being hurt. Or something like that.

Anyway, things move toward a climax of sorts when renee/janet gets called on the carpet at work and one of the studio execs tells her he’s seen the cam shit she’s been doing with celia/amy and it’s got to stop. Renee denies but the guy is like “i joined her damn onlyfans to figure it out. Its you. Everyone knows it. And it was hot! I was like a tree trunk watching that shit. But the fact remains that its not in your contract the way it is in amys and youve got to choose. Also, when are you gonna let her fuck you?” Renee gets flustered and runs out. Goes back and finishes the days shoot, but she cant keep her mind on what shes doing and its so uninspired the director ultimately cuts her and brings in someone else and she’s sorta hurt but kinda just doesnt care and wants the day to be over. She goes home by herself and her place is dusty and she feels bad for not being there more. Cute scene with her and her teddy bear. Then celia texts her and she tries not to tell her whats up but is being really quiet and unresponsive and finally celia calls her, all “girl are you ok?” And renee is like “it was just a real bad day” doesnt want to tell her the details of why shes upset, and celia invites her over, which by now she doesnt even usually have to do, and renee takes a shower and takes the subway over and by the time she gets there celia has made her mission style burritos that she loved when she cooked them for her previously and they end up in bed watching a movie theyve both seen before and celia is being really sweet and at one point renee starts crying and celia notices, pauses the movie, says “baby whats wrong?” And renee spills it all, and criiiies, and is like “i dont wanna pick between you and my career,” and celia is like “you dont lose me, just the cam shows” and renees like “but i love the cam shows!” And spills her guts about all the things she hates about porn shoots, and how shooting with celia has been by far her best experience in sex work, and she was thinking about all that after her confrontation with the studio exec and when she got cut it was just kind of a relief. And she’d just love to walk away from porn but its how shes making ends meet. And celia and her chat about how much each of them are making and it turns out celias channel brings in more per month than renees porn career. And renee is like but if we split the money for the channel we cant both live on it, and celia says “we can if you move in. You sleep here most of the time anyway” and then they have a big talk about whether that would make things too real and damage their developing relationship. And finally during this convo renee says that shes been feeling real romantic feelings toward celia for the first time in her life for anyone and she kind of wouldnt mind just shooting with her from then on anyway. And shes sure she’ll get her heart broken when she says that but celia just says “oh honey” and pulls renee to her and holds her. Strokes her hair and whispers “its gonna be ok. We’re safe here.” And eventually they start talking about the relationship and what they each want out of it and it turns out they want much the same things. So they start making plans to rebrand the channel to be “amy nitrate and janet starr: punk girl corrupts prom queen” and they start doing it and decide to do an impromptu stream where theyre just talking about it and renee quits the studio on camera and its just fun and goofy and nice. And they kiss and are sweet to each other on cam, and people in chat are like “wait is this whats been going on? Are yall announcing youre a couple?” Renee’s all raising her eyebrows and giving celia a nervous look and celia’s like “do you wanna be?” And renee’s biting her lip and smiling and nods nervously, and celia whispers “say it,” and renee whispers “i wanna be your girlfriend” and celia says “i want that too” and they have a real sweet kiss and the chat is going BANANAS and someone is like “most wholesome moment on an onlyfans stream ever” and its amazing.

And that night, they finally fuck, fully and for real, without the cameras on. Celia says “we can do it on cam after this if you want but i want the first time to be special.” And renee nods and says “just for us.” And i think thats the end.

Names: pieter de jong, aka paul johnson, is our male porn star. He’s from amsterdam.

Dottie rebel is the third girl in their corner of the living room

The two other trans porn stars are: joanna devil, rosarita — both in eyesight (amy points out rosarita)

Paul is starting in the upstairs bathroom, moving thru the bedroom, to the top of the stairs, down to bottom of stairs, to amy and janet, on to dottie, then across the room to the cluster rosarita is in, into the kitchen, then the dining room table, out a sliding glass door to the pool, around the pool then ending in the pool house, where the big pop shot is gonna happen. But before then a PA tells the girls in the house they can roll, they wont be needed for the end. The girls outside and in the pool house are the biggest stars (other than a couple at the beginning, who also have to go outside), so theyre enough for the big end shot

Conversation between renee and celia: renee explains her theory that she can fuck anyone she likes as a person, and that it doesnt matter what they look like. “When you’re fucking someone, you’re accepting them” celia thinks this is crazy talk, explains her position as a trans woman who is often pursued in private by people who wouldnt be willing to walk down the street with her. This is when we find out that celia’s never been in a real relationship. Closest she has is having a girlfriend when she was 12 and hadnt come out yet

Conversation about the virgin suicides. Renee thinks its a beautifully sad movie but celia thinks its awful, a horror story of repressed womanhood. It comes out that she took her name from the youngest daughter and first to commit suicide. Reference to morrisseys first of the gang to die here

Some kind of mukbang scene where they eat on stream and it turns renee on

Questions: how much do porn stars and camgirls make? Do porn stars have agents? When did tumblr stop having porn? When did onlyfans start?

Cis porn girl talks to trans porn girl about how much she masturbates — at least first thing in morning/last thing at night, sometimes more. If her job didnt get her laid shed probably masturbate on lunch break every day. Shes just horny as hell and spent a long time feeling ashamed of it, like something was wrong with her. She and trans girl weirdly find themselves bonding over this, although trans girl isnt as horny — though she is a good bit more hotted up since transition and getting to enjoy her new body

[rev-pirate]

Okay okay so. Renchanting duo One Piece AU. LISTEN I am about to be So deranged about this. @liloinkoink and I have been going insane in the DMs. you gotta hear me out. The vision is very clear even if you dont care or know about op

So.

The most obvious thing in the world when it comes to making this a one piece au is that Ren is a pirate captain and definitely has a dog zoan type fruit. Now if you don't know what this is in one piece there are things called devil fruits which grant you powers but take away your ability to swim. They’re classed into three main categories and zoan types are fruits that allow you to transform into some creature. so Ren having a dog dog fruit model would allow him to shift between three states, full human, hybrid, and full dog. Devil fruits also have the ability to Awaken: unlocking a more powerful fourth form. which is dangerous for zoan types depending on the model type. often they lose their human consciousness and become full monster and require training the harness the form. And some zoan fruits are not what they first seem in their base form, eventually revealing themselves as something else. Now Ren ASSUMES for a long time he has a regular dog fruit model, perhaps a wolf, and that the off coloring of his coat only has his hair color to blame. We’ll come back to this.

Martyn is Ren’s first mate, the crew musician, and he also gets a devil fruit because Lew and I think it would be fun if he has the ability to just modulate his voice with it. He can mimic any sound, change his voice in any way he wants. It would be totally useless but in Martyn’s hands its the most insufferable fruit imaginable and he uses it to great effect. The crew hates him /affectionate.

Now you may be saying. The next most important thing to ask about a renchanting duo one piece au is the rise of the red king. How could you possibly adapt that?

let’s set the stage. (this is long so i put it under the break. there’s a TLDR at the bottom)

Ren and Martyn are cornered. They sent the crew away while they entered into a situation they knew there was a high chance they might not come back out of and that they didn't want to get the crew tangled up in. The worst case scenarios happen. They’re in a life or death situation with no way out and Ren is weighing his options. he’s recently had this. Hunch. you see. That there was more to his devil fruit than meets the eye. Martyn thinks he’s delusional. But Ren cant stop thinking about it.

There was this island on their travels where they heard a tale. A ghost story really. About how centuries ago there was a terrible evil man who could turn into a beastly wolf. And on the day they finally caught him, they brought him into the square to execute him, chopping off his head. The island breathed a sigh of relief that he would trouble them no longer. But the wolf man returned stronger to torment them night after night, spirit howling with rage and possessing the ones responsible for his execution and leaving them for dead. The chill of the afterlife following everywhere this creature went. He became the island’s curse. Nothing could kill him and when they returned to dig up his grave it was already torn up and empty. He really was a dead beast walking. It wasn't until they scoured the land to seize his head and destroy it that the beast was finally put to rest, freeing the island from the curse.

It was very likely that this was the work of a devil fruit. But what fruit? The only recorded fruit to ever bring someone back from the dead was the revive revive fruit. Ren starts scouring books about devil fruits for hints and traces. Trying to find inconsistencies between what fruit he does have and the wolf model fruit and seeking connections to other possibilities. But he never really finds any answers. He learns about another wolf model devil fruit user. It doesn’t make sense that there are two wolf model devil fruits. It’s impossible. The encyclopedias are just as confused as he is. Some that depict the exact shape of the fruit he had eaten never give it a model name, because no discernible dog breed matches his own. He still has a picture of the ancient art he saw of the wolf that had haunted that island. The brown and reddish coloring eerily similar to his own. He cant help but wonder.

They’re cornered. They don’t have long. It’s been Ren and Martyn since the beginning. And now here they are at what looks like the end. He asks Martyn to kill him. Not just kill him, behead him. They’re going to die anyway and if he Has to die he’d rather it be by Martyn’s hands. And Martyn is a survivor. Between the two of them, if Martyn kills Ren he has a higher chance of getting out of this alive. But if there is a Chance that killing Ren would awaken his devil fruit and bring him back, giving them to boost they need to get out of here alive together he wants to take it. Martyn says he’s insane. He’s delusional. Insert “You took me in when i was a lowly traveler...” “You showed me life” type speech. how can Ren ask him to kill him. There has to be another way out of this. There isn’t one. It’s do or die. And sometimes you’ve gotta do things that hurt. This is captain’s orders. an ultimate test of loyalty. Ren earnestly believes this is the only way Martyn will get out of this alive even if it fails. Martyn isn't sure he wants to without him.

It’s so fucked of him to ask Martyn to do this.

In the end he does. Martyn hates every second of it.

Thirty minutes go by. Ren is still dead. The blood is drying on Martyn’s axe, his hands, his cloths, the walls, the floor. The despair begins to really set in. He’s thinking about giving up what slivers of hope he has left. Ren hasn’t come back yet and it’s been long enough that he probably wont. It’s likely only a matter of minutes before Martyn is found by the marines closing in on them. And like Ren knew, Martyn is a survivor. So when they find him he tells them that he killed Ren in exchange for a pardon. That he’d been forced into a life of piracy and finally found his chance to escape it. He’d like to collect Ren’s bounty so that he can restart his life. He tell them he never saw Ren as a friend or his captain. They’re too horrified by the scene to question it.

As they take him away Martyn tries hard not to look back but when they turn into the hallway he catches a glimpse in his periphery of a couple marines stooping to collect Ren’s body and stops himself from yelling at them not to touch him. He says nothing. He cant break character now.

After they’ve brought Martyn in for questioning, interviewed him thoroughly, they find his story convincing. They agree to grant him a pardon and to pay out the money from Ren’s hefty bounty. They want to do it publicly. So that everyone knows he’s been pardoned. He doesn’t question this. He just wants this nightmare to end.

Martyn cant remember the last time he slept. Maybe not since the day before the mission went all wrong and ended with Ren dead on the end of his axe. He shoved every feeling he has about this into the deepest furthest depths of his mind. he has a character to play and he cant crack. he cant process. He just has to ignore it until he’s finally alone.

News reaches the rest of the crew via the newspaper. Captain Ren is dead, killed by his former right hand man Martyn. Skizz has been in charge while Ren and Martyn were away. He clutches the newspaper tight in his fist and tells the crew they’re setting sail. Martyn is being publicly pardoned, and it’s not far. Martyn’s betrayed them by committing the most heinous of crimes despite the years they had spent together. He must answer for this on the other end of his gun and then they can recollect the body of their dead captain to give him a proper burial. They don’t know that they’re walking into a trap set by the marines.

There is a precedent in the one piece universe for the bodies of notorious pirates being paraded around to celebrate their deaths. They do this with Ren and his head, knowing it will only stoke the anger of the already enraged crew of the late Captain Ren. They keep his body on display some distance behind the podium where Martyn is to be publicly pardoned in the city square. Martyn is going through the motions, still living the worst days of his life. Still compartmentalizing. What little hope he had of Ren coming back are swiftly dwindling away. It’s been days now. He still hasn’t slept. He cant grieve.

In the middle of the ceremony two gunshots ring out across the square. Martyn’s observation haki kicks in. (Observation haki being essentially foresight, predicting danger. sensing people’s auras, and the likes. I think Martyn would be pretty proficient at it) He barely dodges the first one in time and the second one hits him square in the shoulder. He is so. so tired. The crowd starts to panic. People are screaming. But it’s not just because Martyn has been shot. Fingers start to point beyond the podium to look behind them. The temperature in the square Plummets, the chill of the spirit realm seeping into the living.

Ren’s body begins to move. His head transforming into that of a wolf as it raises and settles back onto his shoulders, a ghastly spirit trail drawing them back together. His body then begins to change; a ghastly, huge, werewolf like creature, still covered in dried blood, taking shape before them. His powers awakened, the true nature of his devil fruit revealed. He has the Mythical Zoan Type Dog Dog Fruit Model: Inugami. The Dog God.

There’s chaos in the streets. Martyn cant believe his eyes. The lack of sleep is finally getting to him. There’s no way this is real. Ren starts attacking. People start running. There is only One thing Ren is consciously and instinctively aware of at this point, and it’s that someone important to him is in danger and they must be protected from the danger that is all around them. He kills the nearest thing that moves. The beast is entirely in control. Angry. Vengeful. The area around him so cold breath fogs in the air. Martyn explodes into action, throwing himself off the stage. Ren would hate it if he hurt civilians. He’s gotta be stopped. But more importantly Holy Shit Ren is Alive. He hasnt even processed beheading his own captain how is he supposed to process this?? People are running past Martyn, trying to pull him back to stop him as they run by. Martyn ignores them. He pushes against the fleeing crowd to run towards his Captain instead. Every part of him is warning him that in his newly awakened state Ren could kill him as soon as he’s in range. Part of him believes he’d deserve it for killing Ren first. But nothing is more important to him in this moment then ignoring that, ignoring the excruciating pain in his shoulder, blood still dripping from his finger tips, and gathering his captain up in his arms and reminding the beast that its name is Ren. Ren stills. His head detaches from his body, still floating in place, attached by a tendril of spirit energy as Martyn wraps his arms around his neck and pulls him down into a hug. It’s a bit much for poor Martyn at this point. he’s been running on fumes for days and all the pent up Everything that has been building up every since Ren pushed the axe into his hands and Oh God Ren’s head isnt actually attached. He faints. Around the square Skizz, Etho, and the rest of the crew are having another of one of the most confusing days of their lives. They showed up here to kill Martyn for the unforgivable, fight some marines, and reclaim their captain’s body. It seemed cut and dry. Skizz on a rooftop with a gun was the one that took the shots. He knows Martyn well. The first shot he knew Martyn would dodge and how, it was the second that was meant to hit him. What he didn’t expect was for the body of their captain to start moving. Someone is going to have a Lot of explaining to do and he’s going to want to hear it from Ren first. He didnt think that was something he’d ever get. Marines start to step out of hiding all around them, surrounding the square. Many step out onto the rooftop with Skizz. It’s then that Skizz realizes the marines were expecting them and it was a set up but they’d been too blinded by the news to see it. He cracks his knuckles and gets ready for a fight. Ren recognizes Martyn. And its then that things start coming back to him. Where is he? What is happening? Did it work? It must have. He’s alive. Is he though? People are screaming. Guns are being fired as the marines begin to surround the square. Oh god Martyn is unconscious. He has to get him to safety. He can work with this. So he cradles him up in his arms and runs. His ears pick up the voices of his crew within the cacophony. Martyn wakes back up after a couple minutes. He’s a little out of it. He can’t believe it worked. He cant believe Ren is alive. He tells him this. Ren really needs Martyn’s observation haki right now though so he really needs Martyn to keep it together right now. He takes a gun from a downed marine and hands it to Martyn so he can at least shoot over his shoulder or something. The chill that had surrounded Ren when he first reanimated still lingers. And once Martyn has got his feet under him again Ren eventually tests out a theory and discovers that his new abilities come with new limited ice powers. He’s going to have to work hard to hone them in. I figure if Brook’s revive revive fruit allows him to channel the chill of the spirit realm because of his connection to death than so can Ren’s and I am obsessed with that. Eventually they’re back on the ship, remaining stragglers of the crew still alive rounded up to safety, and they’re setting sail. Ren’s back in his human form too tired to even stand but he’s still shouting orders. Etho’s manning the canons. They’re blasting their way to the relative safety of the open ocean. Martyn passes out again as the adrenaline leaves his body and the last several days catch up with him. As soon as they have a second to breath Skizz is demanding an explanation for what happened from Ren while the rest of the crew watches on. He clears up the situation, taking all the blame on himself. When Martyn wakes up a day later, Skizz apologizes for jumping to conclusions. There are no hard feelings. Martyn probably would have done the same. And Yeah. that’s what we’re at and I’m absolutely deranged about it. Anyway TLDR: Ren has a mythical zoan type fruit model: inugami. It presents as a normal dog model zoan fruit most of the time. In the event a user of the fruit is beheaded, it reveals its true nature as the mythical inugami fruit. This is information suppressed about the df. Ren finds out about the possibility from a ghost story. In a dire do or die situation Ren asks Martyn to behead him in the hopes that it might be enough to save them by awakening his fruit. Eventually Martyn acquiesces to his captain’s orders. The awakening doesn’t happen immediately as Ren had hoped. Martyn is able to use killing his captain to get out alive when the marines close in on where they’d been hiding. The marines parade Ren’s body as they do with notorious pirates and they hold a ceremony to pardon Martyn for killing Ren. Martyn gets shot during the ceremony, Ren reanimates into his awakened form and is out of control. Martyn is able to bring him back to himself. They eventually escape with the crew and explain to them what happened.

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Wolfstar reaper AU (700 words)

Everything is hazy, and time flows inconsistently for what must be a while. Flickers of recent memory feel dreamlike, drifting away, but memories of life are still clear. Remus knows he is dead now, that much is certain. And yet, he still hasn’t gone on, to whatever is next. He is stuck somehow. Haze drifts back in. If he sleeps, then he dreams of ice blue eyes, and the sight of them honed in on himself, as he walked up the subway steps with hundreds of others.

The others had passed through, accompanied by three other cloaked figures—reapers—but Remus had stayed. This happened more than once. The reaper who watched him eventually spoke, or Remus dreamt he had. His name is Sirius. Remus remembers that much.

They’re standing alone together now, in the subway station.

“I mean,” Remus starts. “It’s a big commitment.”

“Yes.”

“Hundreds of years,” Remus realizes while saying it. “Of this.”

“Thousands, sometimes,” the reaper corrects. “I believe.”

“How?”

“Well.” The reaper thinks, and glances around. He taps something against the cobbled wall behind them. It’s the first time Remus notices the anachronism of their surroundings. Amidst a yellow-glowing subway station, two flights of stairs stretch up, then round a corner out of sight. The cobblestone wall stretches backwards behind them, lush grass on the other side.

The reaper jumps up to sit atop the wall. He swings his legs, making him look younger. “One does it for a long time, until they lose their humanity.”

Remus shifts, uncomfortable.

“It helps to have attachments,” the reaper adds.

“Attachments to what? This is just limbo. Isn’t it?”

The reaper—Sirius—turns to face Remus directly. Remus tries to not look away. His face is hauntingly handsome, even despite their situation. “Attachments to others. Others they love.”

Remus breathes in, then out, then sits on the wall as well. He can remember his life easily, but he also remembers walking up these subway station stairs over and over, surrounded by other people. Other people that aren’t here anymore. “How long have I been here already? In this, this, pseudo-death?”

“The in-between?” Sirius offers.

“Yes.”

The reaper doesn’t answer.

“How long have you been here?” Remus asks.

“A long time.”

“How long?” “Hundreds of years, definitely. Possibly thousands.”

“How have you done it? Maintained your… humanity, I guess?”

The reaper stills his hand. Remus doesn’t notice until the sound stops, but Sirius had been tapping something against the wall. It looks like an ancient coin, possibly medieval.

“It was foretold that I would get to love someone eventually.”

“Oh.”

“Yes.”

Remus concentrates on their surroundings. He can almost see the walls shimmer under scrutiny. “Is that person me?”

“Yes.”

“Then I suppose I don’t have a choice. I have to become one of you and stay here.” To become a reaper, and spend an indefinite time helping humans cross between life and death. To Remus it feels… cold.

“There is always a choice, Remus Lupin. Do not forget that you must always choose your own path.”

“What happens if I stay?”

“Then you stay.”

“What happens if I go?”

“I’m not entirely sure,” the reaper admits. “I would free your soul from your body, and both would depart this space. Both would have peace, for you were good in life, but I don’t believe that peace would be something you consider consciousness.”

“Okay. Then I’m choosing.”

“What are you choosing, Remus Lupin?”

“I’m choosing to stay.”

Sirius looks up, breath catching. “You must be certain. Are you?”

“Yes, I am.”

“For the rituals to work, I mean. Do you have a strong reason to stay and become who you will? And do what you will do?”

Remus thinks. He thinks for a long time—they seem to have nothing but it here. They just sit in silence; Sirius taps his coin again. Eventually, Remus speaks.

“In life, I had friends, and I had a pleasant network of people who supported me, and who I supported. I don’t quite know why I had to die so young, but I know these things sometimes just happen. But I’ve never been in love. I would like to know what that’s like.”

Sirius looks at him. “I love you, Remus Lupin. I have loved you your entire life.”

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B, D, J, L, T, U

Thanks for the ask moth!! <3

B - A pairing–platonic, romantic or sexual–that you initially didn’t consider, but someone changed your mind.

LMFAO Agohiru from ES21 😂 I remember when I first got into es21 back in highschool, Hiruma was my fav, but I didn't think much of Agon other than 'wow what an asshole!' and didn't like him. (Also I was a big Hirumamo shipper at the time, and I'm the type who clings onto One Ship for a character and isn't too interested in anything else lol) It wasn't until I got back into it in the last couple of years that I've come to appreciate how much fun it is to bat that asshole around, and just how loaded Hiruma and Agon's ~history~ is.

Though I guess no one person specifically changed my mind, unless you count past me vs present me lol. OH actually, what changed my mind was the fic "Independent Variable" on ff.net. I think I got back into es21 and was like 'you know, hiruma/agon totally has potential' and so was looking up fics of that pairing, and then I read that fic and was lost.

D - A pairing you wish you liked but just can’t.

Hmmmm oh, Merther (Merlin/Arthur) lol. Their set up as a ship is extremely juicy (two sides of the same coin?? fate ties them together??? conflict because their initial world views are diametrically opposed????) and there's soooo much fic for them, but. I just. I don't like Arthur 😭 Like, I mean, he's FINE. But the writing of the whole show is so inconsistent and there's entire seasons where he's just so shitty to Merlin for no damn reason in a way that I'm supposed to take as funny and silly which pisses me off more.

J - Name a fandom you didn’t think about until you saw it all over Tumblr. (You don’t have to care about it or follow it; it just has to be something that Tumblr made you aware of.)

I mean, most shows that have mainstream popularity that I never checked out lol, though I think one that I've seen a lot of shipping art for on my dash is Star Wars? I've seen the main movies, but I think this is from.... Clone Wars, or the Obi-wan show or something. I see a lot of Obi-wan shipped with... one of the clone guys I think lmfao.

L - Say something genuinely nice about a character who isn’t one of your faves.

Hmmmm this isn't even a character I dislike, but whatever-- Judeau! I like him a lot tbh but I also find him shady 😂

I like how his 'friend who gives good advice and just has your best interests at heart' vibe is subverted by his personal biases and emotions, even if he'd probably deny that lol. He's flawed and it colors the advice he gives, and he even has moments that I'd argue are kind of judgy. It's what makes him interesting!

T - Do you have any hard and fast headcanons that you will die defending? 

Yes! Main one coming to mind rn because I've been thinking about Hiruma (ES21) a lot, is that Hiruma is on the ace spectrum! I'm usually pretty take-it-or-leave-it when it comes to sexuality headcanons, like I can buy most interpretations but I generally don't feel strongly about them, but with Hiruma I really struggle to see him as anything else.

U - Three favorite characters from three different fandoms, and why they’re your favorites.

OOHHHH. Well in Berserk, it's legit a tie between Guts and Griffith. I wouldn't like either one of them as much without the other in their orbit, and Berserk is one of those rare stories where both characters are really complex and compelling in their own way, and bring a lot of significant baggage into their dynamic lmfao. With Guts I love how sensitive he is, and the various ways in which he subverts and deconstructs the Macho Male Power Fantasy™ archetype, how at the end of the day he just wants someone to care about him and find worth in his existence. With Griffith, I love his ideals and his fragility in the face of the sacrifices those ideals demand from him, I love how much he cares and how much he gouges himself for caring, and how all of his stress and guilt and obligation still aren't any match for his love for Guts. And with both of them, I love how their upbringing informs their decisions so well to ruin everything even though they care about each other so much :')

w/ ES21, it's Hiruma lol which might be basic because he's everyone's fav, but for good reason! He's just fucking fun! I love how unhinged and demonic he is, I love the borderline slapstick loony-tunes tyle antics he gets up to, and I love his shamelessness. But I also love how accepting and realistic he is about his limitations, and how that doesn't stop him from striving for the top and going for what he wants. And like, for such an anime-level strategic genius type character, I love that such a core part of what makes him great is that he brings people together and uses teamwork and creativity to overcome everyone's various limitations. He's just-- so much fun!

And because this list is depressingly male lemme throw in a wild card-- Chase from Midnight Furies! It's a webcomic that I recently read for the first time, and Chase is the deuteragonist and a Hiruma expy lol. Which you can definitely tell, they both have the unhinged vibe and shark teeth, as well as the mysterious past and having a lot of cards up their sleeve, but I also think they're quite distinct. Obviously, Chase is a butch lesbian (which really does just add to her cool factor), but also I feel like Midnight Furies is a more grounded story compared to ES21, despite there being supernatural elements lol, and so Chase feels more grounded and realistic as a character. She's a bit more raw in her relationships to other people, and she shows vulnerability more, but she's also much more of a direct physical threat than Hiruma is. Because of that, she has moments where calculation gets thrown out the window in favor of a good ol' beat down, which of COURSE I love to see. And I think she has the capacity to be more ruthless. ANYWAY, awesome character, A+++ (please read Midnight Furies)

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