#because they feel like giant puppeteered toys in a way

[creaturefeaster]

sorry if this is a weird/confusing question, but if Colorquest was real or at the very least just mimes, would they still look cartoonish irl? like next to a realistic person theyre super rounded. like something out of roger rabbits. or would they be somewhat realistic too

This isn't confusing at all. Honestly, it's something I feel like I struggle to convey to people quite often, so the fact that you ask really excites me... er, as long as I'm interpreting the question correctly, of course. Which, it feels like I am.

Yes, the mimes would feel very artificial. They are like what you would expect a 3D stick figure to look like in real life-- with the added (typically) cylinder/tube-like torso, of course. Smooth surfaces with no imperfections, no pores or divets. Round, cartoonishly proportionate living mannequins, with the surface area of their bodies scattering light in such a way that it's hard to get a read on their depth as if they are cell-shaded; They are almost walking cartoons, but with respect to three dimensional laws. Less decided upon, I often consider they'd have a start black outline around their silhouette, like the effect you find in Borderlands games for instance.

So basically yeah they'd look about how they do as they are drawn as they would in real life. The living would look like actual organic people like you and me.

[clumsiestgiantess]

At last! A new Erica pov! I’ve been rather busy with life stuff since it’s the holiday season and whatnot, but I’ve seen interest in the Erica pov I wrote all the way back in October, so here it is!

I recommend reading the original Ruler of Everything AU before reading this one. While this short does happen before the events of the original, it’s written with the intent that you know about the world this AU takes place in.

(Warning: There’s a bit of gore but nothing too detailed)

[Erica pov of the Ruler of Everything AU]

Once I became a complete puppet for my unknown puppet master, I didn’t think things could possibly get worse, but boy was I wrong.

For her — some sort of gigantic all-powerful person — one puppet wasn’t good enough.  She’s got the whole city and everyone in and around it under some sort of mind manipulation.  She gives them whatever they want, but they forget about everything horrible she’s done.  They forget about every time she’s crushed cars or leveled homes — everything.  And I feel like I’m going insane, because I’m the only one who remembers.

For whatever reason, probably because I’m the first she’s controlled, my captor likes keeping me around.  She lets me remember everything, but she keeps telling me it doesn’t matter if I do, because nothing here is ‘real’.  I’m not sure what she means by that, but it’s.. upsetting.

Today, I’m at her desk.  I’m a little living figurine with a little corner of her desk set up with a beanbag chair and mini fridge just for me.  Her hand reached for me absentmindedly as she looked over a paper she’d slid through the growth machine.  What I wouldn’t give to slip into one of those myself — give my captor the wake-up-call she deserves.  However, the machine is built like a copier; the only thing that can fit in it is paper.  

I complained lamely as her gigantic fingers coiled around my torso.  There was no use trying to actually get my discomfort across to her.  Alexis doesn’t believe I’m real.  She won’t care how much I yell, though I can’t help but struggle.  I’m brought away from the safety of the desktop and pressed into her palm.  It’s slightly rough, and I wedge my shoulder against it.  I gasp — accidentally shifting myself out of a safe grip.  Grasping desperately at her skin, I begin slipping down her hand.

Seconds away from screaming for help, Alexis’ fingers quickly slide up behind me.  They tuck behind my back and beneath my arms, hauling me up into her hand again.  “I’ve got you,” she mumbles without taking her eyes off the paper.  My heart slams wildly around my ribcage in terror.  You’re fine, you’re ok, it’s fine, everything’s fine.  Despite her being.. her, Alexis had never once dropped me further than a few feet — and that was only because I’d writhed in her grip and struggled my way out.  She had quick reflexes for someone so unnaturally gigantic.  Even if they often lead to bruises, it was still infinitely better than letting me fall.

My throat choked shut as her fingers laced against me.  They slid across my arms, her thumb atop my chest.  A giant digit nestled between my legs to offer me a place to sit, causing me to squirm uncomfortably.  A rumbling chuckle causes the actual air around me to vibrate like a clap of thunder — stilling me instantly.  

“It can’t be that bad,” she sighed, bringing me in front of herself with a little smile.  I returned it nervously.  Alexis brushed her thumb gently over the top of my head, stroking my frazzled hair.  I had to bite my tongue to keep from snapping at her to stop petting me.  “You must know by now that I’m not going to hurt you.  I’ve been taking good care of you for so long, yet you still somehow don’t trust me.”  

Alexis giggled, squeezing and rubbing my limbs through her threaded fingers.  I swallowed my scream of helpless fear down to only a brief yelp.  She flinched at the sound, but continued massaging me around her hand like I was some kind of fidget toy.  I quickly shoved away the thought before I could think on it long enough to realize that I am a toy to her — or something of the sort, something that isn’t considered truly living in her eyes.

Fuck, it’s so awful.  My stomach churned nastily, reminding me exactly why I have to squash those thoughts before they develop any further.  All things considered, I was by no means in danger.  Alexis does take care of me — so much so I lose my mind over it.  Not having a shred of decision-making agency with what happens to me, where I go, or what I get to have is something I’d only wish on my worst enemies.  I’m not in physical danger, but mentally I’m on the verge of collapse.

I let Alexis do with me as she pleased — toying with me in her hand, threading me over and through her fingers, pinching my limbs to move them at her leisure.  Eventually Alexis truly focused on her work, and became all the more dangerous.  Unaware of what she was doing, the pads of her fingers suddenly dug into me; she squeezed inward, pinching little bits of my skin away from my body.  Almost instantly I felt bruises blooming across everywhere she touched.

It hurt so awfully my breath caught and crushed in my throat.  Her thumb pressed in on my stomach and chest, digging beneath my shirt and squeezing against my body.  I couldn’t even gasp a breath of air as my lungs crushed flat, followed by faint crackling noises that were likely my ribs detaching from me.  She rubbed her finger up and down my body as I tried desperately to breathe.  Her rough movements squishing and dragging my innards up and down with her stroking.

Finally managing to cry out in pain, I shoved uselessly at her.  “St- Stop!  You’re killing me!  PLEASE!”  Thankfully, Alexis quickly realized what she’d done and released me onto her desk.  “Oh!  I forgot I still had you in my hand!  It’s ok, I’ll put you back down,” she calmly told me as I fell to my knees.  I crumpled in on myself in agony, clutching my raw skin as hard as I dared.  Every breath hurt and came out as a wheeze.  “Why.. p-please…  Just make it stop!” I gasped out, the pain of it all making my eyes water.  A second later, I keeled over and vomited — just blood.

“Wait.. why are you-?”  Alexis gasped, “What did you do with it?”  The rumbling slide of wood on wood made the desktop shake as Alexis searched it for something.  “Why would you take it off?” she muttered, eyes rapidly scanning the desk.  “Where is-  Aha!”  Tearfully, I blinked up at her.  I could barely see through the black spots dancing in my vision.  Pinched between her fingers was a little bracelet.  Oh thank fuck.  Gently, Alexis held out a few fingers and I shakily placed my hand on them — coughing up blood because I felt like I couldn’t breathe.

The moment it slipped onto me, my whole body went numb until I felt like I wasn’t physically attached to anything at all, then every sensation came rushing back to me at once, this time perfectly fine and unhurt.

I lay there panting for a moment; my brain was still convinced I was deathly injured.  “Erica.”  Her stern voice commanded me upright.  “I gave this to you for a reason.  Remember when you asked me for it?”  I glared my strongest most hateful glare at her.  “I asked for you to stop using me like a toy!  I asked you not to hurt me!”  “So I gave you that bracelet!  You can’t be injured when you wear it!”  I shot to my feet, storming as close to her as I dared.  “I don’t want your dumbass magic shit!  I WANT YOU TO TREAT ME WITH AN OUNCE OF FUCKING RESPECT!  IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK?!”

Alexis stared at me, shook.  “I don’t give a damn if you think I’m ‘real’ or not, but you can clearly see I’m a person, right?  Treat me like one!”  She swallowed weakly, “but you.. are a toy.  I- I’ve seen what you are — what your world is.”  A brief drop of existential dread briefly halted my anger.  Too disoriented to continue arguing, I simply told her to put me down.  Alexis left me on the floor and I marched out of her room.

Really, I had no clue what she meant when she said those kinds of things, but they scared me.  Every time an argument leads down the path of ‘nothing you know is real; I’m the only real one, and no one you know including you can do anything that matters’ I end up with nightmares for days.  What does she know that I don’t?  Obviously it isn’t the truth… but what the hell has she seen to believe that?  What aren’t I seeing?  I sighed as I stepped into my ‘home’.  For fuck’s sake she makes me live in a goddamn dollhouse.

I sat heavily on the sofa just inside, staring down at the bracelet on my wrist.  Slowly, I reached down and felt around my torso, fearfully checking that everything really was alright.  If she’d pressed on me any harder I would’ve.. fuckin… burst.  If I died, would she let me live again?  Could she let me live again?  Do I even want to keep living like this?

All I could think of was how hellish my life would become the longer I stayed trapped in here.  It was only a matter of time before I snapped and started truly believing Alexis.  I didn’t know why she believed what she did, but there had to be a way to get her to see the truth.

God, that’s what she says to me.  ‘Isn’t there some way I can get you to believe me and see the truth?’  This is why I get fucking nightmares.  If- If I’m not real, what am I?  I’m living to one day escape this awful place, but what then?  Where do I go?  I don’t have money, I don’t have anything that hasn’t been given to me by Alexis.  

How did I manage to end up stuck with someone worse than John?  I hadn’t even finished getting away from him before she came and stole me.

Eventually, the sound of footsteps thundered through my sad excuse for a home — their tremors rattling things off of shelves.  I’m going to start leaving everything on the floor at this point.

I flung myself down the hallway and rushed for the little closet beneath the stairs.  My ‘home’ is actually quite nice — a gigantic mansion-like place that had several floors and everything you could ever want in a home, and even some things you’d never need.  However, the colossal building is nothing compared with the giant one it sits inside of, belonging to the person — if that’s even what she is — who just stepped in.

The frightening whack of something large hitting the wall rang repeatedly from the side of my house.  The horrible giantess rapped on the wall beyond my hiding place.  “Hello?  Anyone home?”  I flinched, though I knew it was coming.  Keeping silent would do me no good.  If she really wanted, Alexis could reach out with a horrifying sixth sense and immediately know how to get to me.  So instead, I answered her.  “No!  Go away!”  A brief silence deafened me, followed by a patronizing ‘aww’ that made me feel like strangling someone.  Preferably her.

“Still a bit worked up?” she asked me, voice raised like she was speaking to an animal or small child.  “Yeah, I’m fucking pissed at you!” I answered angrily.  “Go away.”  A creaking groan echoed ominously through the house; she had NOT went away.  My heart skipped a beat and bile heaved up my throat as I piled a few cleaning supplies in front of me, putting as many objects between me and her as I could.  That groan always happened every time she pulled out a wall.  

The single most awful thing about this place is that a giant like Alexis could open up the walls to any room she wanted like a, well, a dollhouse.  The only one she couldn’t get to was this one and one of the bathrooms.  A while ago I’d hidden in that bathroom; she’d crushed the connected bedroom and tore a gigantic hole in the place just to drag me out of hiding ‘accidentally’.  Either I believe it was an accident and she really has that kind of strength, or it was purposeful and she’ll claw her way through anything to get me.

God, I feel sick.  Please just let me have one hiding spot, please.  The feeling of hiding from someone bigger than me — locking myself in somewhere so I don’t get hurt — it brings back such nasty memories of my childhood.  I hate it here.  I hate it here so much.

“Erica?  Where are you?”  Sounds of furniture being carelessly knocked over rumbled through my little hiding place.  Closer and closer, the sound of scraping dragged its way to the door.  My eyes widened as splinters of wood cracked inward from outside — my eyes tearing up as I clasped my hands over my mouth to keep from shrieking.  “Ohh you’re in here,” I heard her quietly gasp in the same volume as a strong gust of wind.  The door cracked down the middle.  Pressure sent wooden shards flying into the room.

Sobbing, I buried my head between my legs — curled up in the far corner beneath every object I had in the cramped space.  “Don’t come in!  You can’t come in here!”

Silence.  The tension on the fractured door released.  “Why?”  I panted for breath, trying my best to speak instead of vomit.  “I- I don’t want you in here.  This place is mine.  You said it-” I had to close my mouth as an awful acidic taste hit my tongue.  Nervously, I swallowed it.  “You said I could have it to myself.”

“I.. guess I did say that, didn’t I?” Alexis mused.  “Alright, I’ll leave you in there.”  I breathed a heavy sigh of relief as the cracked wooden door groaned with the release of her finger.  

“I just wanted to say I’m sorry.  Even if you are a toy, you’re clearly sapient.”  Everything was so silent I felt like I was choking; a keening noise cut through the silence, abruptly stopping when she spoke again.  “You- You aren’t a doll.. in this world.  I’m sorry for treating you like one.  I’ll stop fiddling around with you, I- I’ll stop dressing you and carrying you from place to place.  You’re so cute sometimes I forget that you have autonomy.”

My face heated up in angry embarrassment.  It was really starting to feel like some sort of awful confession rather than an apology, though I knew all of it.  I was all too aware of what she’d done to me — how many lines she’d crossed and boundaries she’d overstepped.  How much of an object I am to her.  Or.. was?

“You’Ll-” my voice cracked.  “You’ll stop?  You’ll let me go home?”  “You are home,” she told me, “I can’t let you leave here, but I can let you have some space.”  I was such a mixture of overwhelmed by both disappointment and excitement that I toppled over as I tried to stand.  “You can start that right now!  Close the house!  Don’t open it again.  Just.. knock.  Carefully.  If you really have to.”  I peered out of the closet doorway just long enough to watch the wall fit back into place.  “Can I go outside or-”

“Don’t push it,” Alexis interrupted.  “You stay in here.  I’ll let you do whatever you want — to a degree, don’t burn the place down or anything,” she chuckled, “But you’re not allowed out there.  I can’t risk letting anyone besides you know what I’m doing.”  By ‘what I’m doing’ she meant the way she casually erased everyone’s minds of any events that might make people dislike her.  

No matter how many times I tried to convince her, or how many times I managed to prove that I was a real human being, she would never believe it.  She doesn’t want the truth.  That would make everything she’s doing horrific — not the fun little game that she sees it as.  She’s not going to stop.

I slept in the closet that night.

[siremasterlawrence]

Officer Dylan Michael is from Los Angeles in California messaging me once more with so much fiver for what I wrote on my profile on Adam’s Apples.

The website clicks on from being blank to be able to ring once more sending me a giant message to read from him asking me to take over him.

He wants someone to take the paper that he has away from him when he is uniform and use it to his full potential with no excuse or way out.

I log on to Skype ready to greet him when the call comes through he stated happily his eyes rise with brightness as we begin our conversation.

He explains himself to me even though I am a bit cautious after three horrible half arsed experiences with cops who claim to be very submissive.

I want to be understood so I order him to sit down, face me, and listen carefully to the sound of my voice and inform him that he is no longer here.

Commanding him to close his eyes he obeys me as I instruct him to imagine he is on the most beautiful beach half naked in his swim trunks.

The sunlight is bright blaring in his face as he is warming up the beams dance across the sea flickering in a display like a ballet on water.

I notice his breathing slowly down as I guide him down a long road path from beach on a camping trip down a shifty path in the woods to our destination.

“Officer Michael’s do you hear me clearly?”

“Yyyeeess! I can”

“Can you see the house at the end of the wooden path?”

“Yes”

“Grab the handle and enter”

“No need to speak, now nod your head instead”

“Take a seat we need to speak”

“We are alone now and you are safe “

“Your guards are down now “

“In fact! Why don’t your subconscious, inner identity and conscious join as three.”

“Fantastic!”

“I brought all of you hear to learn”

“Everything that you have even learnt and believed is now flipped upside down.”

“I am always right, you will not disappear or fight me.”

“You will constantly miss me”

“Your true identity is Officer Pussy”

“Your sexuality is slave “

“Your duty is to serve and protect me”

“Yes to serve and protect you”

“You are under my control, deeply under when I wake you up”

“You will be a mindless puppet looking at me and open to my suggestions.

I instruct him to go get his law enforcement uniform and strip his clothes and put it on him swiftly on my orders and I want in all his splendor.

He sits back down as I command him to tell me everything he was trained to do all of the others because every time he does the rules his obeys fade.

I watch him fix his hat, stiffen his belt, pull up his socks, fix his shoe laces and do it all for me to make sure he looks lick and span so hot as fuck.

“You will address me as Police Chief Master Lawrence.”

“Yes Police Chief Master Lawrence “

“In fact you are not really a cop are you “

“No!”

“You are a pussy infiltrating the LAPD”

“You work for me as my informant”

“Your job is to serve and protect me”

“Obey only my rules “

“You are no hero “

“You are a criminal “

“You love to, feel it and crave it”

“You are all to happy to obey “

“Your mind and body are my toys”

“You have no other purpose”

“That uniform represents me”

“Yes you “

“You are at my mercy “

“Stand up and kneel”

“Look at me”

“Who am I?”

“Boss”

“I want you too look at your belt”

“I want you to remember that all that goes in there is mine”

“You only use it to protect me”

“Serve me”

“I love, worship and do as you please me”

“Take me Police Chief”

“What are your orders?”

“I made a list for you follow it to the tee”

“You will approach me “

“Taste my pubes, my cock”

“Kiss my body “

“Inhale my scent “

“Let me mark you “

“Mmmm….yes sir”

The end

[bahbahhh]

Sorry I know I just sent an ask but I'm sending another one. Because that's how crazy you've got me about the depths now.

Like so many things in totk, I feel like the depths were, narratively speaking, underutilized and underdeveloped. Botw initially did a great job imo of setting up and giving a LOT of story and background without having to say very much. Whereas I feel like totk just totally missed that mark in a lot of ways. Because of that, I was a bit disappointed by them when I played the game.

But your story now has me so excited about what they could have represented, what could have been explored within them. I'm very very VERY excited to see the direction you take this, and I can't wait to learn more about the shadow temple, etc. ��� and what that might mean for what/who link encounters in this story.

A big part of this definitely has to be attributed to your story telling ability. I am HOOKED on this concept in a way that the game itself fell depressingly short of. The intrigue you've created alone is already incredible, and it leaves me very interested in whatever direction you take it.

Please don’t apologize!! Ever! Haha this is one of my favorite things about writing fanfiction!

Hit the nail on the head with my main issue with the depths in TotK and why I am so fixated on it—there was so much potential. Personally, I wish the game was split with Link exploring the sky and Zelda in the depths and they were kind of helping each other solve the main problem(s) on the surface like one giant kingdom of hyrule dungeon/puzzle…

OR, they could have really played into the horror elements. There is a killer comic on tumblr of Link’s lost limb turning into shadow link in the depths. I feel like that would have been insane— just stalking you whenever you go down there. Or even puppet Zelda. She could have literally TOYED with Link in the darkness.

I’m holding few other thoughts/ideas close to my chest because I used them in the depths story but yes, it had so much potential and just fell flat.

[emerson-grimes-apologist]

Some notes on species

I can and will create long-ass documents with more details later, but I just wanted to put together a little something for now. Also, this will explain and clear up stuff related to my interpretations of the characters who are part of these species.

SIRENS

Sirens are born when people die at sea, particularly those who have been treated unjustly by sailors.

I should explain some lore stuff. The Ocean (personified) doesn’t like sailors that much. She tolerates them once they acknowledge that they’re sailing all over her property and are respectful about it, but the cocky, “Yar har, I’m the master of the sea!!” types of people she doesn’t like at all.

So she takes pity on people who suffered at the hands of sailors (they have a common enemy) and adopts them as one of her own (brings them back to life as sea creatures). And she gives them the power to enact revenge on sailors (their voice powers).

When I say “people who have been treated unjustly by sailors,” I’m talking about, like, mistreated staff (boatswains, cooks, servants, etc.), prisoners of war, stowaways thrown overboard after they were discovered, women drowned because of the belief that a woman on board a ship is bad luck, etc.

Most sirens are female (the Ocean is female herself and feels camaraderie with other women), but it's not impossible for men and nonbinary people to become sirens.

Sirens don’t remember their lives as humans after they turn into sirens.

FEATURES: webbed hands; claws; shark-like teeth; big unblinking fish eyes, long, flipper-like feet; dermal denticles (shark skin); gills on ribs; bluish-green skin

Their power is basically that people are suggestible to whatever they say. For example, if they tell someone to go to sleep, they will feel sleepy. Etc.

They have beautiful singing voices that sound kind of like whalesong. They use it for sonar to locate ships as well as other sirens. I don't think their singing has magic properties, but sometimes sailors are drawn to it anyway (if they are stupid. Smart sailors turn around and get out of there if they hear it).

Sirens don’t have a structured society (they are like nomads and sleep in whatever caves and crevices they find) but are tightly knit and look out for each other. They sometimes hunt in packs.

Their diet mostly consists of human flesh, but they also eat fish.

I’ve read recently that in Greek mythology, sirens didn’t lure sailors by seducing them, but instead offered to reveal hidden knowledge to them, and I think that’s neat. For like, sirens to know mysteries and secrets as a way to symbolize the ocean and uncharted waters being full of mysteries and secrets. I’m not sure if and how I’d incorporate this, though. (Also I’m so pissed at medieval writers for getting rid of all of the sirens' cool traits and reducing them to just being sexual and nothing else.)

DOLL PEOPLE

I created this species for Heartfelt and Mort to explain the facts that A, Heartfelt can stick giant needles in his body like it’s no big deal, and B, Mort has button eyes despite being from the novels and not the show, and therefore isn’t portrayed by a puppet (meaning that that’s how he actually looks in-universe).

(I know it’s awkward and possibly confusing for Candle Cove—the show where almost every character is portrayed by puppets or dolls despite being human in-universe—to have characters who are actually meant to be dolls in-universe. But whatever. I mostly only think about the universe of Candle Cove and not the meta elements. The fact that this whole thing is supposed to be a puppet show rarely crosses my mind. Maybe it isn't relevant at all in my AU?)

Doll people came into existence when life magic-users used their magic to bring their children’s dolls to life. Once the dolls gained sentience, they didn’t want to be just toys anymore (understandably) and joined society.

Doll people were originally the size of regular dolls (small), but as time went on, they made human-sized bodies for themselves so that they could interact with humans more easily.

The thing that gives doll people their life force are their hearts (which are not the same thing as human hearts). They’re small and red and actually shaped like hearts. Doll people’s personalities are also stored in their hearts. So a heart can be taken out of a doll person’s body and put into a new body, and they would then possess the new body. (This is how they made themselves bigger, in my above point).

They don’t feel pain, and it’s no big deal if their bodies get damaged (they can just sew themselves together again), but they could be in trouble if their hearts get damaged.

Doll people don’t have organs and therefore don’t eat or breathe or do any other body functions. They do need to sleep, though (that’s how their hearts rest and repair themselves).

Body modification (embroidery, patches, replacing whole body parts, etc.) is popular among doll people (more so than it is among humans) because of how safe and painless and cheap it is.

[f1shbonez]

An instant flood of tension took hold of Jinx at the brazen contact. It was enough to rip her out of the childlike state of panic that had been there just seconds ago. This was Scar, not Ekko. Scar was the first to poison Ekko’s thoughts against her and he was more than likely gonna be the first to pin the blame on her for this. 

He couldn’t see her fear. 

She wouldn’t let him see it. 

So what if she’d done her best to save Ekko? It wasn’t like the sudden surge of terror at killing someone you were trying to protect meant anything! So what?! That’s what Ekko got for thinking Jinx was still worth saving. 

The turbulent swell of anxiety that had been etched into Jinx’s features soon dissipated into something as still as untouched water.

���...”

"Cover me."

For a moment, Jinx considered the order. It felt wrong- entirely unnatural- coming from him. Who did he think he was, stepping into Ekko’s place so fast anyway, huh? 

Was Scar going to wait until she was blasting their enemies with smoke and projectiles to make his two-person getaway? Maybe he was just playing nice to bide his time. 

Wordlessly, Jinx turned her back on the scene, scanning the sky for hoverboards and drinking in the murky rooftops and alleyways splayed out around them for any more chemthugs. The fresh blood on her hands had grown sticky as she flexed her fingers, toying with the pin of a smoke bomb to shake the reminder of what was happening behind her. 

It was worse, looking at the empty sky and listening. The same five seconds kept circling in her mind, over and over, replaying the fuck-up in an endless loop. She couldn’t see Ekko’s chest rise and fall like this. Couldn’t see if the bleeding had stopped. Couldn’t check that his skin was warm. 

The sound of weight shifting broadcasted Scar’s movement. Blue eyes turned towards the movement in her periphery. 

"Back exit." 

“Uh-huh.” Jinx riposted with an equal measure of bluntness. 

Whatever you say, boss. 

Was that really the best idea? Or was it time for delegating, because leaders liked to make all the decisions without considering the opinions of prisoners and whoops-killers? Wouldn’t it be quicker to let her jump on his hoverboard and rally a couple of bugs for help? 

Maybe. If he trusted you.

What about having a proper arsenal to face the chem thugs with? The sorry little cave louse that shot Ekko would be choking in a pool of their blood if they’d let her have just ONE of her guns. 

Yeah, but they don’t trust you!

What was the point in coming out on jobs as some useless half-firelight anyway? 

After a moment of quiet, Jinx’s attention floated back to where Ekko was, draped over Scar’s shoulder. The fresh stream of blood had come to a stop. Had Scar done that? Jinx shrugged, filing the detail away. Typical- always the last to find out about everything. Didn’t Ekko’s bugs know she’d figure out their secrets eventually, no matter how hush-hush they tried to be?

The prickling sense of unease began to grow the longer Jinx found herself looking at Ekko. With more effort than she would allow any of the Firelights to see, she swallowed her fear and paranoia somewhere deep down where she couldn’t feel it. The shape dangling over Scar’s shoulder was just an Ekko-shaped doll. Too red. Too quiet. Just a puppet, that was all! Just a puppet. Just a puppet with no strings until Scar was gone and they were back at the sanctuary. 

Noiselessly, Jinx followed Scar’s lead, moving with cat-like precision while restless fingers continued toying with the smoke bomb as she moved. Was it bad to want someone to jump out of the shadows so she could tear them apart?

"This way - come on."

Jinx’s attention snapped back to where Scar was walking with puppet-Ekko. 

“Didya fix him?” She probed in a tone that was deliberately quiet, but not lacking in unsettling intensity. 

What good was Scar if he couldn’t even do that?

“Y’know, if I’m the one keeping watch, maybe you should give me that giant spear.”

He wanted her to help, right?

"We have to leave - now." (@vastayan--vigilante)

The world seemed to move at a different speed when you were under fire. There was a rush. A thrill. Everything seemed to slow down. Jinx felt herself react the moment she felt the impact. At the front of the board Ekko became a sudden deadweight, careening them into a death spiral. 

Back five seconds. 

In a blink, they were flying high again, the glint of the watch now nestled in Jinx’s hand. The shot was going to come again and they needed to move out of the way this time. There wasn’t time to think about what had just happened. Did Ekko even know? A sharp tug at Ekko’s sleeve sought to direct his attention as Jinx planted her weight on the board, leaning them away. The shot rang out once more. Ekko dropped again, this time accelerating their fall with the added angle of the board. 

Shit!

It was impossible to try the watch again as they fell. She had to hold on. At this rate they were both going to–

The noise of the impact drowned everything else out. Dazed, Jinx lay in the wreckage of the hoverboard, aching, bruised and bleeding. Only after her mind processed what had just happened did she lurch back to life to where Ekko lay motionless. 

His mask was shattered and far, far too much blood coming from his head. 

Ice cold panic crept in. 

No. This couldn’t happen. Had she messed up with the watch? What if she’d tried something different? Pale hands mapped Ekko in silent horror and disbelief, feeling for any signs of life. 

“No, no no no no nononono…” A mournful sound built at the back of Jinx’s throat. She knew what this looked like. She recognised it. She’d seen it with her parents. With Vander. With Silco. Now Ekko, too. 

Was it too late?

If Ekko was dead, what would the other Firelights do with her? Would they turn on her like Silco’s men? 

…Would they blame her? 

The thought made Jinx want to slip away into the shadows and never return. 

All your fault. All your fault. ALL YOUR FAULT. 

Hollow, tear-filled eyes looked down at Ekko. 

What would Ekko want her to do? 

After a moment of digging, Jinx pulled a flare from the pack, casting a plume of white smoke into the air. The others were going to be close by. Hopefully they’d be closer than Corina’s people. Ekko’s no-gun rule was proving extra stupid when everyone else they were up against had them. If he lived, Jinx resolved to use this to cement her ongoing argument. 

It wasn’t long before the recognisable mask of Scar arrived at the scene. Relief and dread coursed through Jinx’s veins. 

Too late! Too late! Tick tock! It’s too LATE!

"We have to leave - now."

…Had Scar seen Ekko, motionless in the dark? Did he think Ekko was still awake behind the mask? 

“...I was trying to help–” Jinx’s words were thick as she wrung her bloodstained hands. How were they going to leave? It would be better for Scar to just take Ekko and leave her here, Jinx thought. 

“He won't wake up.”

[bitsandbobsofwriting]

The former God of Magic resents The Mother for sticking him on Earth, and plans on causing as much havoc as he can to punish Her;

Version 2, Dark!Merlin

INTRO

(Version 1, Good!Merlin)

TW: A lot of emotional manipulation, a little violence, a lot of angst.

~

“You’re late.”

The woman’s well practiced blank mask falls into a scowl as she stares at Merlin with mistrust:

“Well, perhaps I was putting off coming to see you, no matter how necessary it is.”

The gang can see the bob of Merlin’s head as he lets out a low chuckle, and they have to stop themselves from recoiling; they’d never heard a noise like that from their young friend before, it sounded almost... cruel.

He lifts a hand to cover his heart as he says in faux offense:

“You wound me, sister. You didn’t want to see your favourite sibling?”

Everyone frowns in confusion, Merlin doesn’t have... siblings. That’s not even mentioning the fact that this woman barely seems human.

The woman doesn’t hide her slight disgust, taking a step back from Merlin and letting out a harsh breath:

“I came here to tell you that you need to hurry up. Time is running out.”

Merlin chuckles again, turning to the side and taking a few short paces, his hands held leisurely behind his back. The amusement on his face is disturbing, and Arthur gulps, not noticing the way Mordred is growing paler and paler by the second. Merlin doesn’t turn to look at the woman as he speaks, and his smirk stretches wider:

“But I’m having so much fun, Ava!”

The woman, Ava, huffs again, rolling her eyes and crossing her arms over her chest. If the gang weren’t so semi-sure that Merlin wasn’t dangerous, they’d think she looked scared:

“Mother sent you here to complete a task. Get it done, and you can come home. Isn’t that what you want? To come home?”

Merlin’s smirk falls, and the snarl that the gang briefly see on his face before he whips around to face Ava takes their breath away. They barely notice the thunder, snapping in the distance in time with Merlin’s anger:

“Mother’s the one keeping me here in the first place. She could accept me back any time.”

Ava takes another step back, and Merlin tilts his head ever so slightly at the movement, but waits for her to speak:

“As punishment for your cruelty. She isn’t happy, you’re making a mess of things.”

Merlin chuckles again, tilting his head even further, and his words have an immediate chilling effect on the group hiding in the bushes:

“Well, if she insists on sending the God of Chaos to fix a problem, perhaps she should expect a little mess. Plus, I’m having more fun here than I’ve had in centuries. These humans... so gullible.-”

Ava shakes her head mournfully, but before she can say anything, Merlin continues, now pacing calmly around the clearing, waving his hands and grinning in his excitement:

“-I mean, they’re just so... easy. To play with, to manipulate. You know they all trust me? They all come running to naïve, innocent, loving little Merlin, spilling all their secrets as they go. Did you know, the drunkard is the son of a noble? “Fuck nobility” my arse, he is nobility.-”

Gwaine clenches his jaw and looks to the floor, ignoring the stares of Arthur and Leon, but before anything can be muttered, Merlin continues, listing their greatest secrets off on his fingers:

“-The gentle giant is terrified that someone’s going to find out that his preferences lie with men, which is ridiculous considering the way he stares at the aforementioned drunkard when he thinks no one but little old me is watching. The blacksmith, even years on, is terrified that his whore sister will never forgive him for... something or other, I wasn’t really paying attention. Camelot’s first, The King’s most trusted, has a debilitating fear of heights, and oh if it isn’t just hilarious to watch when he has to patrol the city walls. And then, there’s the-”

Ava rolls her mournful eyes and interrupts him:

“Your point, Em?”

Merlin laughs, fully and from the belly, but the sound doesn’t bring the gang joy like it normally does:

“My point, is that I’ve got these idiots wrapped around my finger. Mortals: the universe’s most fun toy. I haven’t even gotten to half of them yet. There’s the noble one, who thinks he holds my trust, the Druid boy, whose only redeeming feature is that he’s destined to kill the King Prat one day; believe me, if it weren’t for that I’d have killed the annoying little twerp years ago. Then there’s the King Prat’s magical sister, who is full of such terror. I play with her dreams some nights, force visions of pyres and hatred and destruction to play over and over in her mind. It’s rather amusing, watching her thrash and sweat and whimper in her sleep.-”

Arthur’s head had whipped around to Morgana when Merlin had mentioned her, but the tears streaming down her face and the way her hand was clamped tightly over her mouth stripped his anger from him. Which left him with no distraction, no way to ignore the simple fact of what was happening right now. Merlin was... not what they thought. He was powerful, he was using them. He was playing with them like puppets and pulling their strings this way and that, watching as they could do nothing but follow. Arthur didn’t know what to think, and he definitely didn’t notice the tears on his own cheeks.

Mordred was pale to the point of looking like he was about to faint and Lancelot had a deep frown on his face, tears in his eyes but not quite falling, not yet. This was... a misunderstanding. He... he knows Merlin, this is a trick, or a trap, he’ll explain later and everything will be just fine. He just has to... to trust him. Everything will be fine.

Gwaine keeps his gaze on the floor. A small part of him was feeling a little prideful that Percival liked him back, but the rest of him... had no room for anything but grief. He had suspected that Merlin had magic, but this was something else, this was... a whole new person. Did he ever really know Merlin? Did any of them? 

Elyan and Gwen sat pressed together tightly, though Gwen had one hand on Morgana’s shaking back, and her other was reaching around Elyan, gripping Leon’s shoulder tightly. Leon was just staring blankly at the scene in front of him, though anyone that knew him well enough would be able to see the tight clench of his jaw and the anger (and grief) in his eyes.

Ava interrupted Merlin’s gleeful ranting, the tears in her eyes a little more prominent as she took on a slightly more desperate tone:

“Please, Em, just... stop. They’re important, they have destinies, you can not destroy them or push them too far; this is cruel, even for you. This... you never used to be like this.”

Merlin turns around, facing away from his sister and giving the hidden group full view of his rage-filled face. His voice is quiet and clipped and angry as he asks:

“Oh?”

Another roll of thunder echoes through the clearing, closer this time, and fat droplets of rain fall harshly from the sky, mixing with the tears on everyone’s face. Ava sighs, tears overflowing as she gulps before answering, her voice shaking slightly as she takes a step towards Merlin:

“You’re meant to be the God of Magic, not Chaos. You were so... beautiful, balanced. You saw wonder in everything, every little spark of magic and every single prayer put a smile on your face. You loved humanity even more than Mother did. Now look at you, you’re tormenting them, torturing them. This isn’t you, Em, please. Help them, and things can go back to the way they were, help them and you can come home.”

The anger on Merlin’s face had only grown as she spoke, and each individual hidden in the bushes had to make a concerted effort to stop themselves from bolting. None of them had felt terror like it, and the fact that it was Merlin they were all so scared of... well, it didn’t help.

Lightening streaks across the sky and wind howls violently through the forest, calming only when Merlin shuts his eyes and takes a deep breath, straightening his back and smirking slightly before he replies, still not turning around to face his sister:

“You’re right. I loved humanity, I was desperate to see them succeed. And then they butchered me. I gave them this universe to frolic in, and in return they call me a monster, a beast, they call me evil, they make nightmares out of me. I still listen to every little prayer, and do you know what I hear? I hear my people, my wonderful little creations, my creatures of magic, begging for mercy, begging for the pain to stop. The humanity I so used to love turned on them, began to burn them, out of spite and fear and hatred. I will not show them any more grace than they have showed me, I will give them exactly what they deserve, and that blonde idiot is at the top of my list of people who have to fucking pay. I won’t destroy him entirely, because ultimately I want my creatures to stop suffering, but I will break him. I will rip him apart piece by piece for what he has done to me.-”

The absolute fury in Merlin’s words, the hatred, translates to thunder in the sky and agony in Arthur’s chest. The King can barely breathe, muffling the sobs tearing from his mouth with both hands, both terrified of being discovered, and desperate to... to let Merlin punish him for the pain he has caused.

Leon settles a shaking hand on his shoulder, but Arthur doesn’t look his way, his blurry gaze focused on Merlin, now finally turning back to his sister:

“-You know, I’m this close to getting that big blonde idiot to fall in love with me. How pathetic is that?? All it took was a few touches here, a few lingering stares there, saving his life occasionally. The man is so pathetically starved for attention I imagine he’d fall for anyone who showed him the barest amount of affection. That is how I will break him.-”

The only thing stopping Arthur from sobbing aloud is Leon collapsing behind him, pulling the young King back into his chest and wrapping a tight arm around his torso, one hand clamped over his mouth as he mutters desperate reassurances into his ear. Morgana pulls Gwen close in a similar way when the servant’s cries grow harsher, her brother burying his face in her shoulder.

Lancelot barely notices Gwaine gripping his arm hard enough to leave bruises for weeks, or Percival pushing his forehead into Lance’s shoulder blade. All he can do is sit and stare at the ground, his breathing slow but shaky, tears streaming silently down his face as he rethinks everything he’s ever known.

Mordred sits on his own, rocking back and forth rhythmically as he tightens the clutch he has around his knees. Tears drip from his young cheeks, poisoning the ground beneath him as he struggles to consider his faith. His faith in magic, in Emrys, who was meant to be balanced and beautiful and giving. Emrys, who he now knew was twisted and angry and desperate for revenge.

All of their hearts are splitting, cracking down the middle.

“-It won’t be physical pain, no, that’ll be down to the Druid boy. He doesn’t want to kill Arthur now, but he will, one day, when I give him one final push. He’ll fall so far into the darkness there’ll be nothing of him left to save, and when he plunges his sword into The Pendragon’s chest, I’ll sit back and watch with a smile on my face, and Arthur will realise that the man he loves, the man who claimed to love him in return, hated him all along. Tricked him. I will watch the life drain from his eyes, and he will spend his last few moments on this world in every kind of agony imaginable, lost in the knowledge that I wanted him to suffer, that he is being punished for his sins.”

Ava shakes her head, silver tears dripping from her emerald eyes as she stares at the floor:

“Are Sir Mordred and the Lady Morgana not your creatures? Do you not wish to save at least them?”

Merlin chuckles darkly:

“I had faith in them once, but they made their decisions. They sided with a Pendragon over me. Mother may be fond of her precious Once and Future King, but to be fair, she’s fond of anything with a pulse, and I, for one, can not wait until she’s not quite so fond of him anymore.”

Ava gulps, taking a desperate step towards her amused brother, but before she can say anything, before she can make one last plea for mercy on humanity’s behalf, Merlin tilts his head, smirking dangerously:

“Do you think they’re scared?”

She halts in her tracks, blinking in confusion, and Merlin’s smile grows into a chuckle as he gestures behind him:

“The King and all his little friends, hidden in the bushes. Do you think they’re scared?” 

The gang barely have time to look up in shock before their bodies are moving, out of their control. They stand rigidly and walk single-file out from their hiding place, coming to stand in a line at the side of the clearing. Merlin hasn’t even looked at them, but his hand floats in the air, a sickly looking yellow mist swirling around his fingers as he tilts his head at his sister, staring in horror at The King, the knights, the Lady, and the servant.

Merlin drops his hand and they all fall to their knees, not even bothering to be brave as they sob. The angry God finally turns, and the serene smile on his face is chilling as he walks towards them, coming to stand in front of Lance and Mordred first. The two of them are the calmest, though calm in the way that they don’t really look... present. They stare blankly ahead, breathing shallow and tears still falling as Merlin crouches in front of them, gripping a chin in each hand and shaking their heads roughly. His voice comes out a whisper, the frown on his face looking more disappointed than anything:

“So much faith, so much trust. It’s a little pitiful, if I’m being honest.”

They don’t react to his words and he smirks before letting them go and standing, moving on to Elyan and Gwen, gripping the knight’s shoulder and saying with mocking sympathy in his voice:

“You were right, by the way,-”

He glances at a fully sobbing Gwen with disgust:

“-she’ll never forgive you, but she’ll never tell you that. You’ll just spend the rest of your life wondering why your relationship was never the same.”

Next, he shuffles over to Gwaine, not even bothering to see the siblings’ reactions as he passes Leon and Percival with a look of disinterest on his face. He leans down in front of the knight, running a soft hand through his hair, waiting for the man to relax slightly before gripping his hair harshly and yanking back, so he has to look up at him. Merlin gives him a blindingly cruel smile:

“You're grateful that Percival is just as in love with you as you are with him, but don’t think yourself too lucky. You’re a hypocrite and a drunk, and my dear old Percy has too much self respect to put himself through that. I’d go for a good tumble in the hay and give up while you’re ahead.”

Once again, he moves back, his sister having to look away in her grief, her empathy drowning her. The God comes to stand in front of Morgana, who is desperately trying to look brave but failing miserably:

“And you. You’re meant to be The Darkness, but I couldn’t very well have you outdo me, could I? Try your hardest, I’ll still be the end of you, and I wait with baited breath for the day you fall, and the day soon after that, when I get to kill you.”

She break down in tears again at that, horrified with the idea that she might one day be on the same end of morality and cruelty as this monster in front of her.

Merlin smirks before rolling his eyes and finally coming to stand in front of Arthur. The King calms his breathing just enough to look up at a smirking Merlin, his voice cracking and barely-there as he mutters:

“Please... Merlin, please...”

The smirk drops from Merlin’s face as he brings his hand up, the sickly yellow mist back again. Arthur rises from the floor, hands clutching at his throat as the air is drawn from his lungs. Merlin steps closer to his with a snarl, his free hand gripping Arthur’s chin like a vice, though his voice eerily calm as he murmurs:

“You. You and Uther were so desperate for a scape-goat, for a villain, for a monster. And you picked magic, you picked me. So stop being so fucking pathetic, I’m just playing the part you gave me to perfection. You picked the premise, I’m writing the ending.”

Ava finally speaks up, her voice loud, despite the waver:

“Brother please, this is... this is beyond cruelty, please just stop.”

Arthur is dropped, and The King can barely find it in himself to choke for air as Merlin turns back to his sister, the amused smirk back on his face:

“Why? None of them are going to remember in the morning anyway. I’ve had my fun, this has been cathartic, but I can’t have them ruining my plans. So run along now sister, tell Mother that her precious task is being completed, I’m just taking the scenic route.” 

She shakes her head in defeat, staring at the floor. She lifts her head, opening her mouth to make one last attempt, but she closes it, realising that there’s nothing she could possibly say to persuade him to suddenly have mercy, mercy that no one had ever shown him. She gulps, letting out a deep breath before shaking her head again and turning around, walking back into the trees, the way she came.

The God looks back to his puppets, shivering in time with their knotted strings, smirking once more before he clicks his fingers and everything goes dark.

~

Arthur wakes the next morning feeling oddly refreshed and surprisingly unannoyed at his idiot manservant’s lateness. He rolls his eyes at the bright sunshine glaring through his curtains, the sun certainly a lot higher in the sky than it should be at the time The King wakes, but oh well. Merlin has been chipper lately, and the warmth that Arthur feels in his chest at the younger man’s happiness makes him more likely to forgive him his tardiness.

As if thinking of him had summoned him (wishful thinking on Arthur’s part), Merlin bursts through the doors, not bothering to knock as per usual, a breakfast-laden tray in his arms and a cheeky grin on his face. Arthur rolls his eyes again, chucking a pillow at Merlin half-heartedly as he grumbles, also half-heartedly:

“You’re late.”

Merlin chuckles, setting the tray down on the table before jogging endearingly over to Arthur’s bedside, grabbing his hand and pulling him to stand upright:

“Something tells me you don’t mind all that much, Your Pratness.”

Arthur huffs, but only to stop himself from smiling, and resolutely ignores the way Merlin’s hand is still in his. The servant squeezes his palm softly, and Arthur gulps, pulling away and walking towards his meal, hoping the food would squash the butterflies in his stomach.

He rubs the sleep from his eyes, smiling to himself softly at a whole range of things: the good night’s rest he’d had, the bright sunshine, Merlin’s good mood, the sensation of Merlin’s hand in his own, Merlin’s dazzling smile, Merlin, Merlin, Merlin...

Merlin stares at his back as he goes, noting with a dangerously satisfied smirk the red blush of his ears.

The scenic route indeed.

~

THE END!!

Oops I made myself sad. Sorry to say but I hope this makes you sad too.

This was SUPER fun to write and I’m so glad I decided to do two versions😅

Link to the Good!Merlin version (much MUCH fluffier, I promise) at the top!!

[kryptsune]

World Building Wednesday!~ Wiccafell

🌼 Due to demand here is Wiccafell! This out of all the AU is the smallest as it is exclusively a RISK (Red x Frisk) central AU. Please keep that in mind. Any questions? Feel free to ask away C: 

Wiccafell AU

Classification: RISK   Nicknames:  Red- Litch

Main Plot Synop: Frisk is a witch that lives in the woods away from humans. Monsters exist in this world but they were nearly hunted to extinction. Poor little Red is chased into the woods from a mob of humans that are looking to either kill him or make him into a sideshow. The little guy trips and just as they are around to grab him a giant beast leaps from the shadows and scares them away. It turns out this is Frisk who is able to shape-shift. It is one of her main magical abilities. She scoops him up and takes him home and takes care of him. A few years later and he works as her little helper and apprentice learning all the good magic can do and that light magic is about give and take. She also warns him about dark magic and how it twists and corrupts.

What magic can do: 

Light- Light magic revolves around the natural order and uses the earth and nature to perform things like healing. These kinds of magic users are mild mannered and gentle to those they interact with because their souls are filled with light. A pure light witch is a rarity as they can harness more power than that of a practicing light witch.

Dark- Dark magic is the kind of magic that breaks the natural order like necromancy for example. Anything that toys with fate. Dark magic also twists and alters the physical appearance. The users gain more demonic traits such as slitted pupils, sharp teeth, claws, tails, wings, and the like. It is different for each warlock/witch. These warlocks or witches have the ability to use elemental magics as well though they are in a corrupted form.

Fire - Shadow flames that consume for long periods of time and difficult to put out. They are destructive at their core.  Air - Poison magic is either liquid or miasmic. It can kill thousands if desired spreading like an airborne plague. It is uncommon even for dark casters to deal in this magic since it could potentially also backfire on themselves.   Earth- Death magic that can be attributed to necromancy. This also includes curses as well. Anything that can tamper with the soul or body.   Water- Blood magic is a form of physical manipulation. A highly skilled warlock can turn a body into a puppet just by taking control of the blood within the body. It is a terrifying ordeal as the victim is powerless and subject to the casters every will while still remaining conscious.  Soul- On of the most taboo of the magic. It is manipulation of one's very being. It is what can be used for bend the mind of one to the caster. Soul chains bind the victim leaving them with free will unless the caster desires a different outcome. It is like making the victim into a kind of puppet. They cannot resist and are bound to the spell for all eternity until the darkness corrupts their own soul or death.  Shadow- A mix of the two both light and dark. This is a middle ground in which dark magic has been performed for noble causes or in desperation. It is the same if a dark caster preforms light magic. It is rare that shadow uses exist just due to the strong traits of both light and dark. Light magic with burn a dark magic user and vice versa. Those physical burns cannot be healed and an easy identifier. They are weaker than the other two having no allegiances to either a light deity or a dark one. 

Frisk is a kind and gentle soul she tries to negotiate peace with the humans so that she and her little apprentice can be left alone. After a while, Red begins to develop feelings for his witch caregiver and doesn’t want to see her hurt anymore. He wants to be a big scary monster so he can frighten away anyone that wishes her harm. There is only one problem. He is not all that scary. She tells him that the only way to become scary and menacing is through the use of dark magic because it not only twists your soul but also your physical appearance. She goes out to gather ingredients and does not come back which obviously worries Red. 

He finds her being burned alive by the townspeople that she was trying to sell her wares too. Nothing magical more medicinal but they didn’t care. As the flames die down he is left holding her charred body in tears (yes I know it’s sad). He vows that they will pay for what they have done and boooy do they. The only way to bring her back, and he knows this, is if he uses dark magic in the form of resurrection/necromancy. The whole idea of what is dead should stay dead applies here. 

He doesn’t care at this point so he reads from the book and as her body starts to come back with the warmth of life he starts to change physically. He basically goes berserk and burns the entire town to the ground. Now he is a scary monster… and a killer ... and a warlock of darkness and evil. *whoops* 

Frisk awakens only to see what he has done and it breaks her heart. She can barely even recognize him anymore, even if he is still sweet and kind to her. He tries his darndest to get her to love him again too. The evil now whispering in his skull tries to get him to force his hand to get what he wants but he pushes it away. He is just constantly struggling with it especially when it tries to coerce him into taking the pure soul of light which surprise is Frisk's soul. They are basically opposing forces now but in the end, they still end up together she just has to keep his horrible thoughts at bay. 

Alternate Outcome:

Being bound by a soul chain Frisk’s pure light soul is constantly under strain. Red of course does not know how much as his ability to separate his own desires from what is right is skewed. He vows that no one will ever hurt her ever again but due to his nature he goes about it all wrong. Frisk’s gentle nature helps the corruption stay at bay for a while as he rarely forces her to do anything against her own will, however, that does not last. The more pure the soul the quicker the corruption so the two cancel each other out. Eventually it sets into her soul twisting it just like him and when he finally realizes it is too late. That is where the sketch above depicts. Frisk goes dark side staying with her warlock and they cause havoc for the rest of the human villages. 

Here are some design sketches that I have wanted to share of the characters. 

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Ego Holiday Headcanons

Haven’t decided if I’ll make more after this, but here’s some festive headcanons for the Septic boys! (tagging as Yuletube for my submission for the past two missed days, hope that’s alright!)

Henrik Von Schneeplestein

-The host of the Septic Ego Holiday Celebration (est. 2017)

-STRESSED

-If he wasn’t stressed enough by being a doctor (and parent lmao), HE IS NOW

-Getting all the egos together for the holidays and making sure they DON’T kill each other?? Someone give this man an award

-Everyone keeping their limbs would be his only Christmas wish

-He does not get said Christmas wish (see: Robbie)

-Switches up his black coffee for coffee with peppermint creamer

-Chase eventually hooks him on peppermint tea instead, he knows the Doc needs sleep

-Can be found humming along to the Dance of the Sugarplum Fairy as he cooks holiday dinner

-Definitely has a “kiss the cook” apron

-Chase crossed out the “the” on it with “zhe” in sharpie

-Day 5, Schneep still hasn’t noticed

-Loves it, but still wears his doctor coat on top of it

-Gets very cold easily, so the fire is always burning

-Has a nutcracker collection

-It’s getting out of hand

Chase Brody

-Holidays are,,, hard for him

-Still sends his kids cards and presents, never actually knowing if they get them or not

-They do, I promise

-Wasn’t originally keen on celebrating with everyone, he has a tendency to self-isolate

-But once he gets there, he’s glad he did

-IMMEDIATELY tackled in a hug from Jackie

-”YOU’RE HERE!! Couldn’t start without you, dude!”

-Everyone else smiles and gives the appropriate hug

-(Anti does not, but no eye roll this time at least)

-Absolutely loves warm apple cider and has a good recipe to make his own

-Favorite Christmas movie is Elf, no I do not take criticism

-Has a soft spot for Mickey’s Once Upon A Christmas though because of his kids

-Holiday puns, you CANNOT get this man to shut up with the puns

- “Where’s Anti?” “Up to SNOW good! There’s SNOW way we can REIN him in now!”

-Once it snows, this boy is sledding down every hill in SIGHT

-Teaches Robbie how to catch snowflakes on his tongue

-Marvin makes him a “World’s Best Dad” sweater

-He totally cries and does not take it off the rest of the season

Jackieboy Man

-Christmas is his favorite holiday

-Good luck getting him to sit still around this time

-Has super strength, so he doesn’t quite have the same “don’t do that, you’ll hurt yourself” factor that everyone else does??

-Nearly giving Henrik a heart attack everytime he moves, but make it Festive™

-”Guys it’s snowing!!” “JACKIE GET ZHE FAHK OFF ZHE RAILING”

-Slides down the stairs anyway

-Marvin made him a whole ass “ugly supersuit” instead of just a sweater

-It is a w f u l, but on purpose

-Ofc Jackie adores the shit out of it

-Loves snowball fights!

-Always gets targeted by Anti tho

-Eventually it turns into a snowball war

-Pulls Chase over to tag team him, then discovers Marvin has an alliance with Anti

-They will be here a while

-Time to break out the reindeer-themed boxers

-They go along perfectly with his red and blue sweater-suit

-Eventually able to settle down when it gets dark out, bonus points if there’s hot chocolate involved (courtesy of JJ)

-Don’t forget the marshmallows

-Wants to help everybody out with their plans, always does his best

-Even if his best includes falling off a roof

Marvin the Magnificent

-Made everyone sweaters, even Anti

-Spent too much time on the design parts to make em perfect, so he had to rush getting them all sewn

-Uses his magic to sew like three at once

-December 1st, 12:00am is when the Christmas music starts

-Mariah Carey impressions that slowly get higher as the month goes on

-Performs a “Let It Go” rendition that could rival Idina’s during christmas karaoke night

-Switches his regular mask for his holiday one with snowflakes instead of card suits on it

-The decorating master, with JJ as his apprentice

-Favorite part is designing for the lights outside

-Learned a spell to make it look like it’s snowing inside

-Forgot to learn the spell to make it stop snowing inside

-Ended up just sticking with those paper snowflakes dangling on the ceiling

-Asks Jackie for help with the lights on the roof, not because he can’t easily do it himself, he just knows that Jackie likes to help and this is the one thing he knows he can’t break

-Did not expect Jackie to break himself by falling off the roof instead

-Ends up finishing the lights with his magic anyway (after he untangles his boyfriend from the lights, that is)

-Can and will destroy Jackie during snowball fights just because he can

Jameson Jackson

-THIS BOY oh this boy

-Brings out the classic holiday music and sets it up on the gramophone

-LOVES making up dances to the music

-May be a classic boy, but his guilty pleasure is Michael Buble

-(Robbie calls him bubbles whenever he comes on)

-Goes ALL OUT with the holiday baking

-Cookies of all kinds, homemade gingerbread for the houses, so many pies, even learns how to bake his own bread

-Everyone agrees that his pumpkin bread is the best

-Anti especially loves the cherry pie for “aesthetic purposes”

-Has a whole “Twas the Night Before Christmas” puppet show routine

-His job is making the decorations while Marvin sets them all up, it’s a great dynamic

-Definitely makes those traditional popcorn garlands for the tree

-for some reason puts an orange in his stocking?? The others are confused, but he’s so excited so they just let him do his thing

-Now everyone has oranges in their stockings

-They still don’t know what it means

Antisepticeye

-Die Hard is a Christmas movie, dammit!

- “Grinch Bitch” is what his sweater from Marvin says

-Secretly likes it, but fuck off

-Wears it to sleep every night in Winter

-You know that thing where cats get under Christmas trees and swat at the ornaments? Yeah that’s him

-Loves the white elephant gift game

-Ends up getting a present and it’s a turtle

-His name is knives

-KING OF SNOWBALL FIGHTS

-Fills his snowballs with fake blood so they explode on people

- (at least we hope its fake)

-If it doesn’t snow enough, he is the bitch who throws water balloons instead

-Henrik still has work leading up to Christmas, so Anti listens to him rant when he gets home

-Christmas patients are fuckin crazy and he loves it

-One time fell asleep and woke up with a red nose and antlers

-Chase was never safe after that

-Kept the antlers though, they jingle

-Saved them all from Chase’s puns that day

- “Where’s Anti?” *distant, staticky jingling* “Ah there he is”

Robbie the Zombie

-LIGHTS...pretty lights…

-He loves the lights, and will try to eat them if you’re not careful

-Says they’re static candy

-Doesn’t get cold because he can’t feel it, so he often wanders around in the snow

-One time he came home without his left foot and Schneep nearly had a heart attack

-Turns out it froze in the snow and snapped off his leg

-The Great Foot Search Party of 2020

-Please don’t forget to bundle this boy up before going out

-Anti has knitted him a hat and scarf for just this reason

-Henrik was the Proudest Dad that day

-Totally gets to put the star on the Christmas tree every year

-Marvin levitates him high enough

-Favorite holiday movie is The Polar Express

-One time JJ came out with his signature hot cocoa during the movie scene and Robbie was THRILLED

-Talking almost knocked him over thrilled

-Tries to sing along to holiday music, the lyrics don’t work out much

-Really good at keeping a beat though

-Marvin made him a sweater with bells on it

-Adores the bells, flaps the too long sleeves to make them jingle

Shawn Flynn

-Likes Christmas, but like lowkey

-He’s a toymaker!!! He makes adorable toys for all the egos as their presents from him!!

-Didn’t really have a family to go back to in his days at Joey Drew Studios, so he was used to spending Christmas alone, usually working

-NOT ANYMORE!

-Now he has Too Much Family (but in the good way)

-Absolutely gets nicknamed Scrooge at first, probably because he really likes A Christmas Carol and he’s a grump

-Often can be found being pulled off to dance by the gramophone with JJ

-He’s got two left feet, but JJ doesn’t really care

-If anyone still believes in Santa, even just a little bit, it’s because of him

-Has a giant red sack that he fills up with toys he’s made and/or the ones no one could sell back at the studios and donates them to orphanages

-Usually sticks to his old timey clothes, but when he does wear modern Christmas attire like the sweaters, he has,,,no idea how to match things

-It’s ‘cause he’s red/green colorblind

-once asked why Marvin had “yellow” hair

-JJ makes sure that his decorations have lots of blues so it’s not so much strain on his eyes

[panicinart]

Avrage day (Brahms x reader)

It's almost 3 am while writing this and I crave for soft Brahms story, pure fluff and I also didn't prove read it for any errors or something similar

The clock hits 6 am and the alarm started to pull you out of your wonderful dream by it's awful screeching noises. With a groan you toss and turned a bit until you admit defeat, with a heavy sigh you pull yourself out of the comfortable and warm bed into the cold called your room. Normally it would have been at least a bit warm but Brahms somehow managed to damage the heater while crawpe through the wall.

You stretch your back and arms while slowing walking up to Brahmses room. The door squeaked a bit, you're eyes look at the still sleeping form of Brahms slightly snoring a bit. You always checked on him every morning if everyone is alright, with a soft smile you close the door and began to fish out your clothes for the day.

Your still tired body clumsily dragged you into the bathroom to make yourself fresh the morning sunlight already shining into the room.

As you finished to wash and clothed yourself the birds started to sing and it was soon time to wake up Brahms.

With the rest of the 15 minutes you quickly walked down to the kitchen and made the table ready for breakfast. Bread, butter, cheese, ham, orange juice, you counted to yourself if everything was there, with a nod you tuned on the stove to boil some eggs.

With that you happily walked up to Brahmses room and softly knocking on the door.

"Brahsm, it's time to wake up"

You sayd in a warm and soft tone.

The only response you got was a disgruntled grumble and the man you're taking care of turning his back on you. With a huff's you shoved the curtains aside and heard from behind how Brahms groand in agony as the warm sun shined on his face.

"It's time to wake up"

You sayd in a more demanding tone,

"Five more minutes..."

Brahms sayd in return, you put your hands on your hips and huffed with slight annoyance. He always says five more minutes, and out of those dives became 10 then 20 then 45 and then a hour, and after that he got mad that you woke him up so late.

You shaked your head and pulled the blanket off of Brahms who put a bit of a fight with it.

"You need to make yourself ready now, I already started to boil the eggs and if I wait any longer there is going to be a mess."

He only pouted a bit when he heard that sentence and slowly started to dramatically drag himself out of bed. With a smile you patted his and and got him some fresh clothes out of the drawer.

When all was done you got Brahmses hand and convoy him to the kitchen, since he still made his body heavier then it was and walked around like a puppet who's strings almost fall off of it.

But all that behavior quickly stopped when he sat at the table and got his breakfast.

You quickly were finished with yours and started to clean the dishes while Brahms lazily munched on his last sandwich.

"After you are brush your teeth and come back to play the piano, okay?"

He nodded while swallowing the last bite and quickly walked away.

Into the room with the pino you already picked out the piece he is learning at the moment and clipped it on the board. It didn't took long until the tall and lanky man joined you and took a seat.

The man was an incredibly talented player, his nibble and skilled fingers played the music with ease. No matter how many times you hear him play it impresses you each and every time. Actually when you think about it, he is generally a really talented man. He is amazing at playing the piano, his painting skills are remarkable and even if you don't hear him sing a lot his deep growly adult voice is just so wonderful to hear. He also learns quick, every new info Brahms get he will absorb it like a sponge. To bad that instead of using his talent for someone good and productive he rather use it to play a few pranks on you or cause mischief if he feels like it.

The time fly by fast, piano lessons were over and Brahms was finishing his school lession outstandingly well. So as a treat for working so well you told him you would read him 3 chapters more of his favorite novel. With small giddy jumps he walked up to you embracing your much smaller form in a tight hug. The cold and slightly cracked porcelain nose nuzzled its between your shoulder while your soft hands caressed his head softly.

You both placed yourself on the newly bought couch listening to the music Brahms choice for today. But it was clear that he was occupied with something else. The tall man snuggled tighter to your form and fought your fingers into yours, playing with them. He was way to caught up with your presence that he completely blacked out the music. Every now and then his big hand gave yours a small playful squeeze or his face burying its into the crook of your neck.

The little actions make you giggle slightly and your warm smile grew a bit wider when he asked if you could give him a kiss on the forehead. Normally you tell him kisses are only for goodnights but you let it slide just this once.

Brahms flaild his legs in excitment, small giggles escaping his mouth as you shower his face with kisses.

At noon it was Brahmses playtime. You already made yours comfortable on the floor watching the man gathering all his favorite toys out of the giant plastic box. His arms filled with all the goodies and his eyes sparkling with excitement he stumbled to your way on his knee's.

But he never was satisfied with one thing. Often times he asked you to bring out his painting utensils or clay to make small figure and since you finally brought modern electronics into the house he sometimes asked to play mario kart with you.

As time flew by faster then you liked, you told Brahms to bring back the toys into the box while you went off to make lunch. With a disappointed grunt he picked up his dolls and legos.

While you prepared today's lunch you heard how Brahms was shuffling around you curiously watching you. He sometimes in between the stares asked you what your doing right now or if he could help. Even though Brahms is still a spoiled man, he learns to appreciating the moments were you both cook together. He may not be the best at it but him trying his best was good end for you and it also warmed your heart when you watch him trying to cut the perfect slice just for you.

At 1 pm dinner was ready and the table ready.

"Thank you for cooking"

Sayd Brahms with a mouth full of food, you gave him a smile and thanked him back for helping. Too bad you won't get the same help when you need to clean the dishes.

As you both place the dirty dishes into the sink and put the rest of the meal into a container. The lanky man quickly hide back into the wall to do god knows what. You never know what exactly he does there, sometimes you hear him crawl betwen the tight spaces or he gives you a vague answer when you ask. But what you know is that he needs is time alone and even if you're dying of curiosity you respect his privacy and don't want to invade it. So you dry the last plate and start to clean the house.

When the old grandfather clock striked 4:50 pm you were surprised that you didn't heard anything from Brahms, infact you didn't even hear hims shuffle inside the walls. You knew that the worst case scenario is him falling asleep between the walls but because it is so out of character for the man you still worried slightly. When you stuffed that bit of dirty clothes into the washer and your eyes staring at the clock that was now showing 6:00 pm you decide to call out his name.

And you called, and called, and called, but there was no answer the dumb side of your brain told you that Brahms slipped and bit his head on som6hard and is now hirting on the floor. But as your anxiety grew more and more it quickly got shut down as it came when you felt two strong arms hugging you from behind and the comfortable warmth of the wall gremlin.

"I hope I did not worry you too much"

A child voice sayd, before you could answer you got silenced rather fast when the man held something close to your face. It was a necklace, it looked like it was made by hand, here and there were a few rough and sloppy edges but you definitely could recognize that someone more skillful made it.

"Is-is this form me?"

With big eyes you looked at Brahms who nodded shyly

"It's a thanks for taking care of me"

He carefully placed it around your neck and hocked the ends together. You almost jumped out of your socks out of joy and gratification. Your arms embraced Brahms in a big hug softly swaying each others body from left to right and giving him small kisses. His soft snorts and giggles only spurt you even more on in drowning him in your affection.

As the clock hit 7:00 you both were already finished with dinner and making yourselfs ready for the night. But it was still a bit to early so you took the liberty to snuggle yourself next to Brahms playing with his brown locks as you listen to him whisper small words of affection towards you.

The older man shifted a bit and pulled the book from the night table to you,

"Can you please read the story for me now? You promised to give me 3 extra chapters and if you don't start now if will be to late!"

His child voice pointed out you gave him a last kiss on the forehead and took the book.

As you spoke out the sentences you didn't noticed hof Brahms slowly but surely feel asleep only his almost not noticeable snores alerted you to his sleeper form. You wanted to wiggle out of the bed but the man had a death grip on you, so instead you lays the book aside and turned off the lights also softly falling into dream land awaiting the next day.

[yandere-ac]

Could I ask what living in the school with Monokuma is like now that it's only you and him? I'm guessing since you can't escape he would eventually let you down and let you take care of yourself. But I could also see him tying you up so you have to rely on him and get dragged where ever Monokuma goes.

You are correct sir!

🤍Monokuma would definitely let you down after a while. He is very much aware of human biology and the limits of the human body. And even if watching you struggle and cry out that your arms are hurting brings him so much joy and pleasure, he doesn’t want your arms to pop off. What good would that do?🖤

🤍However, that doesn’t mean that you’ll be allowed to walk around the school freely to your own extent. Since everyone has been executed, there isn’t really any reason to watch the security cameras. So he doesn’t exactly have anything to do. And guess what he does to entertain himself🖤

🤍While he loves to mess with you, wether that be popping up out of nowhere and scaring the life out of you, or simply doing it saying weird stuff just to get a reaction out of you. He does have his moments where he doesn’t act 100% horribly🖤

🤍He usually enjoys riding on you, on your shoulders, on your head. Anything is good by his standards. Playing with your hair is another big thing for him, although that might not be the nicest for you since he doesn’t have fingers and need to use his claws🖤

🤍As much as he hates to admit it, he really is just a big teddy bear🖤

🤍He absolutely loves being cuddled like a normal plush. It feels so nice and warm in your arms, under the covers. He’s usually the one that demands that you do it but rest assure, if YOU suggest cuddling he’ll act like he’s doing it just for you and not like he’s actually melting on the inside🖤

🤍Sometimes you’ll wake up with him in your arms even though you went to bed alone🖤

🤍But don’t get it twisted, he might be affectionate but that does not mean you are safe around him🖤

🤍He absolutely love punishments. He’ll dish them out left and right for minuscule things. Did you just raise your voice to him? Punishment time! You refused to do something for him? Punishment time! Lord forbid you do something to actually anger him, because guess what? PUNISHMENT TIME!🖤

🤍Although his punishments aren’t actually physically harmful for you. Or at least not in any major way. One of his favourite punishments are to chain you up by the ceiling and fling you around like an actual puppet. Since it fits with your ultimate. Other favourites include making you watch the security footage of your fellow classmates executions, turning off all the lights in the school and making a giant version of him that just chases you around and picking you up once he catches you, switching up the dynamic of who’s the toy and who’s not, and finally, the most cruel punishment of them all. Showing you videos and such of the outside world, how everything currently is, how nice it seemed. A cruel reminder of just how hopeless your situation was🖤

🤍The only time he’d ever get serious with his punishments would be if you tried to escape. At first he’d think the attempt was cute. But if you try again he’ll give you a warning, making it perfectly clear that he by no means will not hold back if you disobey him. Ultimately, he’ll let you go off with a warning and maybe a slap on the wrist depending on how you have treated him so far. However, if you try to escape a third time, he’ll make sure you know he means business. By the end of your next punishment you’ll be crying and begging for him to stop. A punishment which luckily doesn’t go on for that long since he knows when he gets a message across. Still, disobeying him is just a very bad idea. Seriously, just don’t🖤

🤍He’s not one for keeping you tied up 24/7 since part of why he loves you so much is your kindness and curiosity. If he keeps you in one place tied up you’ll not only loose your spirit but also get boring. What would he get out of tying you up forever? It’s not like you can leave the school so why limit your movement even more? That being said, he wouldn’t be against keeping you tied up for just a few hours at very spaced out opportunities. Just doing whatever he wants with you while you’re tied up. He loves when you whine or struggle and he’d be lying if he said that the sight of you, hands above your head, bound together by rope or shackles, didn’t make him all gushy🖤

🤍All in all, he’s very clingy, wanting to be with you a lot of the time since there’s not a lot to do. But you will get your moments of privacy, although it’s tenuous to call them privacy since he’s most likely watching you through the cameras🖤

🤍Essentially, he’s far from the best Yandere to be stuck with, but he is definitely not the worst. You’ll probably be able to start picking up on the things that lead to your punishments. You might end up hurt but unless you defy him repeatedly you’re not gonna end up dead. Because he doesn’t want you to die, he loves watching you suffer, seeing such a hopeful person go through such despair is the thing that drives him so much🖤

[song-birds-stuff]

Noir Max AU

I got the idea to make this with my idea on how the other Max’s dimension’s version of Devil’s Playhouse played out

Episode 1: it’s not too different from the actual episode, but the Toys Of Power are slightly different, to work more with Sam’s electromagnetic powers and Max slowly showing signs of feeling less useful with Sam being so powerful and feeling he needs him less

Episode 2: finding Sameth had electromagnetic powers like Sam now has actually fuels some of Max’s worry, for instead of being relatively fine with a brain tingle while using the powers, Sameth would be in visible pain that only got worse the more he used the powers, Max’s bathroom break was actually him wanting some time to think because he began to worry Sam could be in danger, unfortunately he regretted leaving Sam alone when he returned to see Sam without a brain.

Episode 3: Noir Max is a mighty bit different than Noir Sam, he wears Sam’s hat and his coat, it appearing more like a trench coat than a jacket coat with Max’s size, like how Noir Sam had a five o’clock shadow, Max takes to smoking a cigarette, he’s actually less noir and more...Sin City, he’s scarily calm when interrogating suspects, it’s honestly scarier than if he was yelling, when he suddenly goes to threatening the suspects, he will pull out both his and Sam’s guns.

Max calms down significantly but not completely finding out Sam is still alive, but when Sammun-Mac creates the fake reality, Sam finds it disturbingly unsettling how Max acts while basically brainwashed to be a worshipping and complacent putz, but after breaking out of the reality, Max is more than relieved to have Sam back, but their sweet moment is interrupted by a rampage of Max clones, who unlike the Sam clones, wear big baggy jumpsuits and have metal clips on their ears, the sight certainly gets everyone running quick, Max himself just about picks up Sam over his head with pure adrenaline and ran fast as his little legs could go.

Episode 4: this episode plays up on Max’s insecurities, his fear of Sam leaving him forever, his dislike of being called a bunny, this is similar to how in the actual game Sam’s insecurities was intentionally ramped up, while sneaking to the docks, Sam and Max end up accidentally knocking out a clone, but decide (well it was Sam’s idea) for Max to take the jumpsuit and ear clip to blend in and basically go undercover and by then Max was afraid of the slightest bit of disappointment from Sam so he went along with it, like how Sam was without his hat for 304, Max is in this get up up until the events of 305, though eventually he and Sam were found out and Charlie Ho Tep had Sam and Max knocked out, and when Sam woke, Max was being used as Charlie’s literal puppet.

Due to Max’s crippling fear of ventriloquist dummies, the experience was considerably more frightening to him, being unable to speak until Charlie let him wasn’t helping, and Charlie’s reasoning for using Max for his clones and his ‘puppet’ ? He tells him Max is a follower that he’s followed Sam since day one, that without Sam, Max would amount to nothing, Sam says jump and Max asks how high, making him the perfect puppet-slave.

This will emotionally wreck Max quite a bit even beyond this moment, but eventually Sam is able to unlock his true potential with his electromagnetic powers, but Max’s panic rises when Sam falls and becomes scared when Sam’s head crackles with plumes of electricity, and speaking in tongues, Max tried to approach Sam to try to help but a strike of electricity hit Max in the chest and he was sent flying over the Statue Of Liberty, and when he looked up, Sam was turned into a giant monster, his hat and coat falling right on Sam as he could only watch as his life long partner roared and terrorized the city.

Episode 5: a week of Sam being a giant monster and Max felt more lost and alone than ever, he still wore Sam’s hat and coat, wanting to be closer to Sam however he can, but he struggled to keep everyone from blowing Sam to smithereens, he knew Sam wouldn’t give up on him, so he wouldn’t give up on Sam.

Once turning the DeSoto into a giant Fudgie Freeze to get monster-Sam to eat it with the small team to get inside Sam’s body, the inside of Sam’s body was different than Max’s, it was more...detective/noir styled than the 80’s homey style of Max’s, but when eventually meeting the Narrator, instead of Sam’s Super Ego, it’s actually Sam’s Conscious, who believes Sam is as good as dead and plans on steering Sam somewhere he can blow up without harming anyone which wouldn’t fly for Max, he used the projector to try and find a way to get the Dark Matter destroyer, he got it after tricking Skunkape, but he was too late unfortunately, Sam’s body had become too unstable and trying to cut out the tumor would have only caused the city wide explosion to excelerate.

Sam’s conscience had kicked Max, Sybil, Papierwaite, and Norrington out and Sam’s Conscience had one last wish; for Max to blow Sam up, and that Sam is sorry that he couldn’t have them die together, the Maimtron’s had destruction going everywhere, Sybil was in the crossfire and with a heavy heart, Max aimed the explosive he was given to do the job with a single sentence before pulling the trigger

“I’m so sorry Sammy.”

Weeks after Sam was blown up, Max couldn’t go on without Sam, he felt like shit, thinking Charlie was right when he said he was nothing without Sam, so he got an idea, he decided to rebuild the time machine, it was destroyed with the spaceship in season 2, so through months and months, Max taught himself mechanics just to rebuild the time machine, not to mention alter it so it can travel dimensions.

Eventually he got it working, leaving a dimension without Sam and Max, forever.

[apenapaperandadoofus]

Can you write something in which the RFA learns about Jumin's mother, it just irks me that they don't realize the damage they unintentionally perpetuated with the way they treat him. Specially Zen, I'm sure they'll be baffled if they just knew...

YES this one is amazing actually, I'd love for them to understand him better bc they do treat my man poorly :'(

RFA finding out about Jumin's mother (mentions of emotional abuse)

After a year of being together, you and Jumin decided to move out of the penthouse and go and live at his old childhood home. You were a bit nervous about the whole change, but Jumin assured you that it was all going to be alright.

You fell in love with the house as soon as you saw it, and that night as you laid in your bedroom with Jumin, you talked about the place, and about your future.

"This is the place I'd want to raise our children." He murmured against your skin that night, and you smiled as you imagined the happy future that would await the two of you.

A few weeks later, after the two of you had gotten everything ready, you decided to do a housewarming party, and so, you invited the whole RFA.

You handed out appetisers with Jaehee by your side, as Jumin and V chatted, probably catching up after a while of not seeing each other. Yoosung was talking with Saeran, while Zen was dramatically moaning in the corner as Saeyoung played with Elly and tried to get her as close as Zen as possible.

After you were done eating, Yoosung stood up from the sofa. "Oh! Hey guys, you haven't even done a house tour yet, that's the most important thing!"

Jumin looked at Yoosung. "Hmm... a house tour? I don't see why not. Are you alright with it love?" He asked you and you nodded, standing up from your spot and grabbing Jaehee's hand.

"I'm actually pretty excited to show you all around! C'mon!" You said as you led everyone out of the living room and showed them around the rooms.

Everytime you showed the group a new room, Yoosung would let out a gasp and moan about how lucky the two of you were to have such a giant house, while Zen would scoff and say, "why do you even have these many rooms? I bet you don't even use them all."

Eventually you all made it up to the third floor, where you showed them your room and the guest rooms. As you explained to Jaehee and V what you wanted to do with one of the rooms (you wanted to build your own office and were asking for their input on the decorations) Yoosung found a room at the top of some small stairs and slowly opened it.

"Woah what's this!?" He asked as he went inside, with Zen following behind him.

"Oi, trust fund kid, why is there a room full of creepy toys?" Zen said, and then Saeyoung whistled as he looked around.

"You know this looks as if it was from those creepy horror movies where the kid dies in here or something and becomes a ghost to haunt everyone! Saeran look at these toys!"

The younger twin only rolled his eyes but did agree that it was a pretty creepy place.

You had never really seen the room before, so you were really confused too. You looked at Jumin and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Hey Jumin, did you know this was here?" You asked, and he nodded.

You exchanged a look with V, since it was pretty clear Jumin was feeling a bit uncomfortable. You cleared your throat trying to get the other guy's attention.

"Hey everyone, why don't we go downstairs now? I think lunch is ready."

Yoosung popped his head out from the room, an elephant plush on his hand. "Awww but I was actually having fun! Besides, Jumin hasn't even explained why you have this place.... wait." He looked you up and down and let out a small scream. "MC DON'T TELL ME YOU'RE PREGNANT!? SINCE WHEN, AND SO EARLY!? YOU TWO AREN'T EVEN MARRIED, I MEAN CONGRATS BU-"

Zen immediately walked out of the room and gaped at you, then he glared at Jumin.

"No way, YOU GOT MC PREGNANT? DUDE WHAT THE HELL ISN'T SHE A BIT TOO YOUNG TO-"

"OH MY GOD CAN I NAME THE BABY?!" Saeyoung screamed from behind and you sighed. Jaehee, thankfully cleared her throat and quieted the guys down.

"Why don't we listen to what MC wants to say instead of coming up with random conclusions? And Saeyoung, stop touching the toys, please we don't know if they hold a special meaning to Jumin."

You gave her a grateful smile and then looked at Jumin. "Well, I don't exactly know what this place is, but I am definetly not pregnant! We aren't ready for that yet haha. Anyways, maybe Jumin doesn't really want to talk about this place, so why don't we go back down?"

The boys let out a disappointed sigh but started leaving the room in a single line, and you were about to nag them when you felt a hand on your shoulder. You turned around and saw Jumin, who was giving you a small smile.

"It's alright love, thank you. I think I can tell them...after all they're my friends and I trust them."

Saeyoung let out a whoop and held a small duck finger puppet he had found inside.

"Yes! I can't wait to listen to what crazy things Jumin used to do as a child, I mean, this used to be your play room right?? What I don't get though is why it's in an actual basement, and the reason it feels so gloomy...you didn't murder someone in here did you!?"

"Saeyoung please." V spoke up from behind him and looked towards Jumin's direction, a worried expression on his face. "Jumin, you don't have to tell them, why don't we go and eat?"

Jumin shook his head and smiled at his friend. "It's fine. Like I said before, the RFA is a group I whole heatedly trust, and I'm alright with telling them. They did ask after all."

"What's the big deal?" Zen grunted. "This was probably just a room where he would play. That's all. Although I have to admit I'm surprised you even have a whole toy room for yourself. I didn't think you were one to play with toys."

Jumin smiled, although you could see that it was a sort of sad, forced sort of smile.

"You're correct, I wasn't the sort of kid that used to play with toys. Instead, I loved to read and investigate about things that intrigued me. I also enjoyed studying."

Zen scoffed. "Of course, so you had a whole room full of toys that you never used. Seriously, do you rich people care that little about everyone else? There must've been plenty of kids without any toys at home that would've killed for a room like this."

"Zen." You glared at him and he stopped, a guilty look appearing briefly on his face.

"I'm just saying..."

"Love, it's fine. He's right in a way." Jumin said. "These toys were a sort of...present from my mother. She didn't like that I wasn't like other kids, that I didn't really play with toys. So she decided to buy a bunch of them and give them to me, to see if I would finally play with them. I didn't really find them interesting though, so that only made her more exasperated in a way. To this day I don't really understand what would make her so angry but it did. She ended up filling the basement with toys and then she would lock me up in here for hours to try and get me to play with them."

You felt your eyes widen, and everyone in the RFA stood in silence as they listened to Jumin who was saying all of this in a really nonchalant way.

"Jumin...I didn't know. For how long would she lock you up?" You asked, and Jumin shrugged.

"Sometimes it'd be between four hours, if not more. One time she locked me for 15 hours straight."

"That's horrible!" You gasped. And Jumin caressed your cheek. "Jumin I'm, I'm so sorry. We shouldn't have...I'm sorry." You buried your face in his chest and hugged him tight.

"It's alright love, it's all in the past now. And I don't mind sharing it with the RFA. They're my friends and it's fine if they know. Now, why don't we go and eat? I'm sure you're all starving."

The whole group was suddenly startled by Jumin's sudden mood change but they nodded, unable to really say anything. You decided to leave downstairs first with V.

Yoosung quickly put the toy back in the room and shyly glanced up at Jumin, a guilty look on his face. "I'm...I'm sorry Jumin. We really shouldn't have been so nosy."

"Yeah... Yoosung's right." Saeyoung said from beside him, his tone serious. Jumin noticed that Saeyoung had a dark expression on his face, just like Saeran, as if they were suddenly remembering something. Saeyoung looked at Jumin and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry for joking about it. I'm sure it was hard...especially to tell us. Sorry for making you remember that...that horrible thing your mother used to do...no one should ever go through that."

Jumin smiled at his friend. "Like I said, it's alright. You all didn't know, and I trust you enough to tell you. I don't mind that you asked at all."

Yoosung and Saeyoung nodded, and gave Jumin encouraging smiles before following you downstairs. As Jaehee passed by she nodded at Jumin and looked as if she wanted to say something, but instead, she reluctantly grabbed his hand and squeezed.

Jumin felt himself taken aback for a bit, after all Jaehee had never really touched him like that before, and the only times she did, it was because they were shaking hands as boss and employee.

But this time, it was different. Jaehee was now touching him as a friend. Jumin felt his heart warm, happy at the thought of Jaehee seeing him as a friend and treating him as one.

She quickly let go and walked downstairs followed by Saeran who gave Jumin a nod.

Jumin looked back at the room and was about to close the door, when he noticed Zen standing stiffly behind him.

"Zen?" He asked, and the young actor only huffed, his face suddenly becoming red.

"Uhm. I...listen. This is the only time I'm saying this, and I'm not going to repeat myself alright? So pay attention. I'm...I'm sorry about the whole basement thing. Uhm, like Seven said, we shouldn't have tried to pry into your business like that."

Jumin felt the corners of his mouth twitch, but he tried his best to keep a serious expression. "Thank you Zen. To be frank, I'm surprised that you're actually apologizing for this, it wasn't really your fault."

Zen huffed. "Idiot, I'm apologizing because I made fun of the situation without knowing anything about it. And...I mean...I am also apologizing because I might've been too harsh in you all this time. Don't get me wrong, I still think you're a brat that has always had a silver spoon on his mouth, but I guess I never thought you might've dealt with some... pretty heavy stuff too." He blushed and tried to look anywhere that wasn't Jumin, who didn't know if he should laugh or just look at Zen in surprise.

"...I probably shouldn't be saying this but, I'm glad you told us. At least now I know that you're human like the rest of us and not a robot." Zen tried to joke, and Jumin smiled.

"I certainly am not, but I'm glad that your opinion towards me has changed. I still find it strange though that you would think I'm a robot, after all, currently it isn't possible to actually make a full functioning machine that behaves like a human. Actually if there was one then I'd like to know, maybe having a robot working on C&R would help us raise stocks even more than usual, I have to ask assistant Kang to-"

"Alright shut up, I get it, I get it. Anyway we should go downstairs, the rest are probably waiting for us to start lunch."

Zen quickly walked down but before he could completely leave Jumin grabbed his arm, making Zen freeze and glare at him.

"What?" He said.

Jumin chuckled. "Nothing. I'm just glad we got to understand each other better today."

Zen scoffed. "I...yeah whatever. And I mean...like I said I'm glad you told me. I know what it's like to...to have a parent force their ideas on you. I just want you to know that I understand. I-I mean, I still despise you but...listen next time just tell us something like that, don't keep it inside. You're...you're our friend after all and we do worry."

Jumin couldn't help the smirk that appeared on his face, and Zen coverrd his mouth with the back of his hand. "Yeah, yeah laugh all you want. Just don't tell anyone else that I told you this or I swear I'll never speak to you again."

Jumin chuckled. "Alright I won't."

"Good." Zen started going down the stairs.

"Hey Zen." Jumin said, making Zen sigh and look back at him with an eyebrow raised.

"You're a good friend. Thank you."

Zen felt himself blush once again and he quickly mumbled a 'you're welcome', then he quickly went downstairs.

Jumin locked the basement doors and went to the living room, where the RFA was talking. He smiled as he saw his group of friends joking around and teasing each other.

Thankfully the mood became lighter during lunch, and Jumin enjoyed talking with his friends. He was happy to be in a room full of people that he cared about deeply, and he felt even happier when you reached for his hand under the table and gave him a big smile.

The RFA behaved differently towards Jimin from that day on. It wasn't a bad different, but instead they started treating him like an actual person, that could have feelings and could joke around. From that day on Zen, Jumin and the twins definetly became closer, and even if Zen didn't want to admit it, he had really become fond of Jumin.

Eventually, you wanted to know what to do with the room, and Jumin decided to turn it into a nursery for your future kids.

"Jumin I...are you sure?" You asked him, and he nodded.

"I don't want to pass by that place and only remember the bad things. This time I want to make good memories in there, with you, and with our future family. I promise that I will try my best for all of you."

You smiled and kissed his nose. "Thank you Jumin. I'm sure that you'll be a great father, and I can't wait to start that new phase with you. Of course we have to get married first."

He chuckled and nuzzled your nose. "Yes, and I can't wait for the day where I get to call you my wife. I love you MC."

"I love you too Jumin."

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Sickeningly Sweet: Grovel.

Hi hi! This is a *very* long multipart Tendou x AFAB Reader fic. I’ll post it as different parts, and then I’ll  post the entire ~20k words as one giant wall of text so you don’t have to worry your pretty head about clicking a link and going to the next one. I feel like having both formats ready lets readers pick what they like the most! This fic explores *many* different kinks, so I really hope it is to  your liking. Suggestions and comments are greatly appreciated!

The parts in this fic can also be read independently of each other! 

NOTE: this fic was co-written with my great friend Jojo from @/bnhavibes (link to her writing tumblr here) all the way through. Please, check out her work on there and on her ao3 too! This fic will also be posted to her tumblr and ao3.

Enjoy!

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Part 1 Part 2 Whole Fic

Part 3: Grovel

Word Count: 6.1k

Kinks/tags: blowjob, throatfucking, edging, overstimulation, knifeplay, marking, blindfolding, humiliation kink, corruption kink, mirror kink, smut to fluff 

“Are you gonna say something or just stare at my cock like a starving stray kitten?”

You purse your lips before pinching his nipple, earning a small yelp and hands at your wrist. “Shut up and let me suck your cock.”

Hands in the air as if to show he meant no harm, Satori backed up until he could stand on the floor. You scooted over to the edge and arched your back so he got a nice view in the reflection behind you as you pumped at his sticky shaft. Coated in precum mixed with your arousal, his cock was harder than you’d ever seen it before. The usually thin veins along the side and the larger one on the underside were all thickened and pulsating roughly as your hand squeezed his cock. The traction was annoying, however, so you dug your tongue into your saliva glands to produce more of your spit before taking the head of his cock against your lips and letting the drool drizzle out over it.

Tendou moaned softly at the feeling of your warm spit kissing the head of his cock like that, and your hand was quick to capture the liquid before it dripped off; pumping his shaft made the saliva spread faster and you got him nice and prepped before your lolled your tongue out and swirled it around the first few inches of his dick. The sound of his shuddering breaths and sinful hissing combined with the sparse sucking and wet sounds of your mouth taking his length in and out drove Satori crazy.

“Look at you,” He muttered under his breath, “Sucking my cock so earnestly.”

You looked up at him as you brought your second hand to help, taking what you could of his cock into your mouth and hollowing your cheeks out as you bobbed your head up and down in time with your squeezing fingers.

“Haaah!~ Fuck, who’s my greedy little cocksucker? A-Ahhhh, yeah, that’s you doll, mmmnnn, you really suck my cock like you mean it, huh, (name)?” His dirty hissing nestled itself behind your ears and drizzled into them like sweet confection; you began to release the subconscious tension in your jaw, letting him dip further into your throat until you gagged slightly with each bob, saliva dripped down your chin and onto his fingers in your hair as he squeezed his eyes shut. “Fuuuuuuck~, baby, that’s s-soooo fucking good, ughhh~, God, good girl.~”

You moaned on his shaft, his praise feeding your desire and you sucked hard as you removed yourself to breathe, pumping his cock with the perfect amount of twist to your wrist and squeeze to your fingers that always made him go wild.

“Haaah! Uuhhhnnn, fuck, sugar, you’re gonna kill me.” Satori’s chest rose erratically as you collected the spit in your mouth again and you made him open his eyes as your hand focused on the slit at the tip of his cock, cupping and twisting your hand around the tip had him teetering on the edge and then…. you spit on his cock.

The change in his lustful facial expression was prominent, and a feral haze took over as he looked down at you with a dominance that brought the fire in your belly back to life. He smirked darkly, taking his fingers out of your hair to pull it into a ponytail in one hand as the other came to rest on your jaw. You settled onto your knees, already drooling more as you slid his cock past your lips. Holding your head in place helped you, but you knew better than to assume he was trying to make things easier on you. The amount of times you’ve gone down on him scoffed at the idea of receiving kindness from the man whose cock was nothing but greedy.

Several times over the past year he’s been the cause of a sore throat outside of flu season. You let him go wild on you because you’d never slept together. It was only fair in your mind, but you’ve only seen him get this riled up one other time—You knew you were in for it when his fingertips gave a teasing slap to your jawline.

Your head is dragged up his shaft by the ponytail, and you close your eyes in preparation of monitoring your breathing and he cooed about how pretty you look with his dick lodged down your throat. Then it happens; in a blink of an eye, you feel lightheaded and disoriented as Tendou’s hands grip the sides of your face and shove you into his crotch ferociously.

Gagging had your eyes shooting open with tears spilling out of the sides as he grunts heavily with his jaw clenched.

“You like to spit on cocks now, you filthy slut?” He growled, “Who’s been teaching you these naughty fucking tricks, doll? God, you’re so fucking lucky I love you, d’you know that!?” The aggressive side of Satori only made your pussy quiver and eyes flutter shut as he fucked your throat. “Uuughhhhggh, fuck, choke on my cock, doll, take it in your throat like a good girl.” The absurdity of the situation and how quickly he changed from being the attentive and doting best friend to Daddy Dom tryhard made you laugh on his dick, and the vibrations of your mouth against his hard cock sent shivers up his spine. Breathing out through your nose, you looked up at him and smiled with your eyes. You were clearly enjoying yourself. Your tongue instinctively flattened against the underside of his dick, and in a shaky motion you grabbed his hip with your hand to steady yourself against his unrelenting rhythm. His pace fluttered at the unexpected touch to his side, and you took this as an opportunity to gain the upper hand and snaked your other hand to his asscheek, toying it in your grasp and massaging it like putty. 

Looking up at him between fluttered eyelashes, you saw his head thrown back as his chest heaved erratically.  His lips were parted in a silent stutter, but in spite of this he panted like a dog. With every thrust into your mouth he reached deeper and deeper still into the back of your throat. You were sure your uvula would fall off at the unrelenting thrusts. In spite of seeming in control, you knew that he was nothing more than a puppet; seizing the opportunity and knowing his eyes were screwed shut as he focused on keeping his impending orgasm at bay, you pulled yourself in, hands squeezing at his ass, and buried your nose above his dick. His whole body shook with a wave of pleasure.  “Sugar, pleas-ughhhhhhhhhh oh GOD.” He began to tremor in your grasp, and as you further nuzzled your nose into his crotch you began to feel the back of your throat tighten around his cock as you forcefully swallow, desperate to milk it dry. 

Satori gasped and involuntarily rolled his hips into your mouth, hissing at the feeling. “(name)-chan, I’ll be all fucked out if you continue at this pace--please.” You replied with a soft hum against his dick, sending vibrations up to the shaft that prickled pins and needles on his skin. With no warning, you teased your right hand closer to his asshole, spreading his cheeks as your left hand lightly traced your fingernails from his tailbone down. He was your prisoner, he became your bitch, if only for these sweet moments while he clasped his hand over his mouth to stifle a cry as his pull on a makeshift ponytail grew tighter by the second. The fingers feathering over his ass, your nose buried in his crotch, your throat spasming around his twitching dick and the look of I’ve won that you gave him through narrowed and greedy eyes was going to send him over the edge. “I’m about to come, (name)-”, he warned, but as soon as you heard those words whispered your grip on his ass tightened and a loud SLAP echoed throughout the room. You pulled off of his twitching dick, cheshire grin etched onto your face as a string of saliva mixed with bittersweet precum connected your lips to the throbbing head of his cock. He stared at you, hand still clamped over his mouth, as he registered what just happened. You just stopped him from cumming inside your throat, and to add insult to injury you slapped his ass. 

“Don’t tire out on me just yet~” you cooed at him as a bittersweet reminder of how he edged you so cruelly before. He let out a muffled sob and he pulled you to sit up from the makeshift ponytail to glare at you. He looked like he was planning your murder. Pushing you back onto the mattress, he straddled your thighs and eyed you like a hawk ready to swoop in and pounce on its prey. You could feel his dick twitch against your right thigh, prompting you to buck into the ghostly touch. 

He leaned down to whisper into your ear, hot breath fanning onto the side of your face, “You’ve really done it now, haven’t you?” He traced his left fingers from your shoulder down your arm, leading to rest his thumb and pointer finger on either side of your wrist. Then, in a swift motion, he locked the rest of his fingers around it and pulled your hand to lay flat on the mattress above your head. 

Satori reached over to the nightstand and yanked the sheathed knife and a long piece of silk fabric. Letting go of your wrist, he toyed with the silk and twirled it in between his fingers while eyeing you with a cocked eyebrow.  “Are you ready, (name)?” His lips were parted and curled into a smile. “Y-yeah…” Your eyes shone like stars in anticipation for what was to come. Cradling your head at the back of his hands, he set the fabric below your eyebrows. Once,  twice, he folded the fabric back to ensure it was snug against your lashes so you couldn’t see anything. He tied the silk against the side of your head. It felt so soft against your skin, and your legs twitched in anticipation to what he would do. “Steady your breathing and relax, it will help you feel more, okay?” He ran his palm across the left side of your cheekbone all the way down to  your jaw, tilting it upwards. Although you couldn’t see his eyes, glued to your face to look for any  signs of discomfort, you could make out the faintest of shadows and you hear him stir. “Yeah, give me a minute to calm down and then, whenever you’re ready…” He hummed happily in reply.  

The cool air of the room filled your lungs and slowly, but surely, you began to feel your jaw unclench and your lips part open. Your steadied breathing spread from your chest down your arms, rested at your side, and legs, still warm from Satori’s perch on your body. You heard him unsheath the knife and a cold sensation licked up your spine to rest at the base of your neck. It felt like forever had passed until he finally pressed the cold metal to the right side of your neck. 

“You had been such a good girl for me all night, (name)-chan.” The knife pricked your skin like ice-cold nails were being lightly grazed on the flesh. “Then, you decided to pull a fast one on me and wound me. Good girls don’t wound and break their men’s hearts, now don’t they?” You felt the knife drag past your collarbone and rest on the indentation below it. He applied more pressure on the area, and with a quick swipe you felt the cold metal cut into your skin.  A shaky cry left your lips from the initial sensation, but a swipe of his tongue on the afflicted area led to a suck up of cold air from the pressure. The sweetness of his tongue lapping at the skin pooled in between your thighs, and you could feel the goosebumps prickle on your underarms. “I think I have no choice but to teach you a lesson~” His voice rung at the bottom of your ear and he lightly nibbled on your earlobe. “I think I’ll go ahead and carve my name into your body so everyone that comes too close for comfort will  know you’re my little slut.” He peppered the back of your jaw with air-light kisses, trailing his lips down your neck to where it met your shoulder. He took a bite out of the flesh, rolling it in between his teeth  and smirking into your skin at the agitated cry you let out from the stimulation. All the while, he lightly drug the knife down to  rock the sharp side up  and down your sternum into the flush skin in between your breasts. When satisfied from feasting on  your shoulders, you felt his chin  lift off of you. He traced the knife up from your chest and began to cut his name in kanji into your flush and angry skin. He continued this pattern of carve, cry and lick until his name was freshly wounded. He licked up the drops of blood that would spill. “Mmmm, buttercup, your blood tastes as sweet as your pussy does.” He sunk his teeth into his kanji and laughed when you stifled a cry with your hand cupped over the bottom half of your face. 

He lifted his weight off of your body and lifted the blindfold from your eyes, tears brimming at the corners of your eyes and nose wrinkled in anticipation. He sneered down at you, wickedly, and placed the tip of the knife below your jaw. “Are you enjoying this, doll?” You nodded and leaned into his touch.  Eager to prove his point, you tilted your jaw to the side, leaving the edge of the knife in midair, and you leaned up to take it into your mouth to suck your blood off of it. It didn’t taste bitter, as you would’ve expected, but you were unsure of whether this was due to the blood itself or the sweet feeling of chocolate that lingered in your mouth from his kisses. 

Satori seemed to keen over at the sight of you. The edge of your knife was half falling  out of your mouth, the blindfold was nestled onto your forehead, and you fluttered your eyes at him behind a curtain of lashes and a heavily flushed face. In this vulnerable of a position, looking up at him so eagerly, you were begging for nothing more than to be fucked senseless by him. And what choice did he have but to oblige for his princess? He rutted his hips forward, but not close enough to aid your ache and discomfort, and he pushed his hips upwards to rest the angry tip  of his cock, desperate for release,  in between your labia. 

You gasped, heart thumping out of your chest at the overwhelming sensations of his cock nestled in between your folds and the dull side of the knife tracing loops from your neck down to your collarbone. Your cunt clenched around nothing and you choked on a sob; you didn't know how much more you could possibly take of this before release. 

“S-satori…” your hips rolled into the friction from his gentle thrusts between your labia. “Satori…”

He loomed over you, the sharp tip of his nose nuzzling against yours. His breath, smell reminiscent of dark chocolate, fanned over your face. “The way you coo my name is going to be what ruins you, sugar.” The edge of the knife pricked your shoulder and ran along your neck to rest underneath your jaw, causing you to yelp due to the contrast of cold metal against flushed skin. “Now, tell me what it is you want me to do.”

“I...I…” the verbiage latched to the inside your throat and you felt like you couldn't speak. You felt the cold metal make contact with the bottom of your chin, so your eyes tilted upwards to make contact with the redhead. 

“Spit it out. “ He thrusted upwards, the precum that shone on his dick coating your clitoris. 

“Just fuck me already, please,” you whined, breath staggered and pleading for any friction you could take. 

“You're going to watch me ruin you, sugar.” He placed a hand on the left side of your jaw, coaxing you to watch from the mirror. He leers over you, gargantuan in size, and the hilt of the knife glistened in the lamplight like morning dew. You were both bathed in sweat and you shone, like brilliant stars in the stead of dawn, blanketed under the room’s sultry ambiance. Your eyes locked, eye contact made in the mirror. His eyes were a mix of emotions; they were lust-filled, sadistic, gentle, analytical. 

A pull of his right cheek revealed that shit-eating, devilish grin that first sparked your attraction for him all those years ago in high school. Your body twitched as his free hand moved to grasp his shaft from between your labia, getting his fingers messy once more in the process, and slide the tip so painfully slow down your slit. His eyes met yours in the reflection as he brought his cock to your entrance, and you could feel your hole clench over the appendage as he just barely dipped into your walls.

“You’re so perfect,” He moaned, “Clutching to me like that, ‘M gonna think you’re in love with me, too.”

Before you could realize what he’d said, he thrusted his hips roughly into the underside of your thighs. Immediately, your skin felt like melting off and the cry you let out had your back arching up from the mattress as you stretched out your neck.

“Fucking beautiful.” He muttered, continuing to fuck into you at an even pace.

From this angle above you, he got to see you in your entirety. He got to see how moonlight pooled above your collarbones and shed shadow to the skin below and how it tainted the side of your neck and upper shoulders in its pallidity; he could see every time you bit your lip, every time you squeezed your eyes shut at the foreign feelings now flooding your senses, every blush that painted your beautiful face. And for a forever stuck in time, he let you get comfortable as your walls fluttered around his twitching dick.

It was almost artistic, the way your breasts bounced with every snap of his hips, the pebbles of drying blood on your clavicle marking you as his, and the high pitched cries of his given name raising an octave as he pursued your orgasm in its finality. You were so warm inside, just as he’d always imagined.

Steadying his weight on his left hand, he ran his other up your chest, shakily, and locked his thumb and forefinger behind the back of your jaw. The pressure was imperceptible at first, but when he shifted his hand to lay flat against your trachea your vision went black. There was nothing to see with your eyes; your body was set on fire and your senses were flooded with unnamed prickles and drops of sweat. Inner walls of your cervix fluttering against his thrusts, you sobbed and tears spilled, painting constellations behind your lashes. Your head snapped back into the mattress, tears staining the once-had-been-crisp-white sheets.

“Auughh, fuck, (Firstname), you’re so f-f-ucking tight”, he hissed.  He removed the hand at your throat and grasped onto your hip with the knife pressing into his own hand. His pace increased as your walls trembled around his shaft, begging him for more. “Haaaah~ Oh fuck, oh fuckohfuckohfuck, fuck yeah, baby~!”

Your tears were constant then, fingers digging into the sheets and his shoulder as you fucked yourself into his lap, eager to give him everything, every part of you so long as you finally felt that sweet release you had been craving for so long. “Satori-kun!~ Huuunnnnnnnhhh~, fuck, me, oh godddd, fuck me please, Satori, fuck, fuck, fucking hell~”

The quiver in your tone sent shivers down Tendou’s spine, and he, too, began to spasm. “Fuck, yeah, you’re so-- perfect~!”

Your hands found their way to his back and you dug your nails in to keep yourself in place.  The way Satori bit his lip while he steadied his weight on his arms to fuck your brains out looked hot as fuck in the mirror. With heavy eyes, you almost felt your consciousness slipping away, and you were so tempted to succumb to the rhythmic snapping of his hips into your own. Every thrust became more frantic and needy; every buck of your hips into his ministrations brought him closer and closer to that unreachable precipice. His name, coaxed out of you like a sweet melody, steadily crescendoed until your throat felt hoarse. You could feel yourself begin to involuntarily spasm and clench around his dick, greedy for more than you could take. 

“Won’t you come for me, baby?” 

You clawed at his shoulder blades and buried your face in his neck, nipping against his skin to keep the sobs at bay as the knot in your abdomen grew uncomfortably tight. He removed you from his chokehold to steady himself on the mattress once again, rhythm growing erratic and his breathing became shallow; he, too, would be nearing his end.

You felt Tendou’s arm pull you close to his chest until the two of you molded together as one. You were both sheened in a slick pane of sweat, and the moonlight floating in through the window made it look like two of you were glowing. He ran his hands up and down your back and sides in a soothing motion, and when he felt you tremble under his touch he placed his hands at the small of your waist.  

What Tendou saw right before his impending climax was your eyes fluttering shut and your head lifting slightly to kiss him as gently as you could. The tenderness of your fingers, lightly tugging his hair from how weak you had become, of your warm mouth and half-parted, swollen, silky lips, of you, so pliant and destroyed underneath him; it was all such a stark contrast to the harshness of his thrusts and his unrelenting rhythm. “Mhmm, that’s it, you're doing amazing, sugar,” he whispers, more tenderly than you’d ever heard him speak, as he accompanied you through your orgasm, slowing down, gradually, allowing you to ride it out on him.  

And then, as if out of thin air, the knot expands and snaps at the behest of the stimulation to your g-spot. 

The coils in your abdomen were white-hot as your far too delayed orgasm finally returned, drowning you underneath its cold, cold merciless waves. You let go of everything tethering you to that plane of existence and arched out of the mattress, too far gone to register anything with your senses. The wind was knocked out of you in a loud and final cry, and your pussy clamped down the hardest it ever had on any dick you'd taken before. It milked his cock in a greedy manner; warmth flooded your womb, your cervix now marked with his milky white cum.

The intensity of the feelings was akin to one of those life changing, world stopping, earth stops spinning, time freezing orgasms that very few experience in their whole entire lifetime, and the two of you felt like the stars had aligned for this to happen as it did that night.

“Sator-hnnngn!” You cried out, and all you knew is that this is what people covet so desperately, this is what people chase after and kill for when having their guts rearranged. Your nails lose their grip on his neck and his hands only clench more tightly against your back and waist, but it was fine, because he finished because of you, groaning and nestling his head in between the space your neck and shoulder provides. There was a deep whine hidden behind each heave of breath he huffed out against your skin, and you’re almost sure he came just as hard as you.

He pulled himself out from your core and collapsed his weight on top of you from the exhaustion. His breathing was shaky against your collarbone, and his hands wandered up your sides until they found your own. He laced his fingers into yours and guided the front of your hand up to his mouth, peppering soft and ghostly kisses up the palm along your knuckles, nuzzling his nose into the crooks and nibbling so lightly on your skin that it felt more like gentle breaths if anything. He was right there, above you, eyes soft and tender, looking at you with the most dumb expression painted onto his face. He looked as if he could break out into a lazy, high grin at any second. 

“I'm giving you kisses for every time I've wanted to make you cum, by the way.” He pressed your palm into his lips and smiled. 

“God, you weirdo!” You laughed at this, throwing your head back a little bit and the sound was like music to his ears. “Did you count?”

“No, you really think I can do math? I can’t even spell guarantee. I'm just guessing, and to be fair you did sing for me plenty, so...so I want to give you a lot of kisses too. Thank you... for all of this, sugar.” He dripped his words in an ocean’s worth of sincerity, and the gesture made your heart skip a beat.

“I should be the one thanking you, Satori. You're always so sweet, and considerate, and such a fucking goofball. You always make me laugh, even with your dick lodged in my throat.” he peered up at you, torso now shifted in between your thighs and you could tell from your vantage point that he was dangling his feet off of the mattress, kicking them in contentedness. 

“Well, honey, that’s the plan! Is there anything I can get you? Would like some water or an extra blanket? Are you hungry?” 

“If you try and wiggle away from me I'll have your head. Don't move away, you're too warm~,” locking your elbow into his armpit, you pulled him up to face you and buried yourself to whine into his neck. 

He shifted his hands to below your back and rolled over so you were resting on him instead. He was hot to the touch, and his neck was a bit sweaty, but you couldn't be bothered to care. You hummed into his chest and listened to the gentle lull of his stilling heart.  He gave a heady laugh and wrapped his arms around your waist, lightly tracing what you didn't know were I love yous into the backs of your hips.

Everything was still, everything was perfect. You peered out the window to your left and appreciated that Tendou’s apartment was far removed from the city; the street lights were shut off, so you could see the glimmer of stars millions of light-years away adorning the inky black and cloudless sky. Your eyes widened in surprise at the revelation, and a smile couldn't help but make itself onto your lips. It seemed fitting to stare up at such a beautiful sky with such a beautiful man, both inside and out, resting beneath you. 

But god fucking damn it, you really had to use the bathroom. 

He stirred awake at the sudden absence of your touch. “Actually, give me a sec- I'm gonna get up to go pee.” Sitting up and resting your hands onto his chest for support, you began to shake yourself off of him when he wordlessly sat up, cracked his neck from side to side, and tilted you with his right arm against the small of your back so that your legs dangled off of his left. With a quick hmmphm, he got up with you in tow and made his way towards the door. 

“H-hey! What do you think you're doing?”

“I'm bringing you to the bathroom, idiot. There’s no way I'll let you walk there to just wobble on the floor and collapse from exhaustion.”

“But, Satori,” you pleaded, the worry clear in your voice, “You're probably more tired than I am. With all you’d been doing, you'll collapse!” 

He huffed, “No, I won't, I wouldn't ever dream of falling if it meant dropping you and risking getting you hurt, angel.” He continued to make his way to the bathroom as he ghosted kisses along your forehead. Laughs echoed in the halls of his apartment at far too ungodly an hour, but neither one of you could be bothered to care. It was only you, him, and the unexpected comfort brought by the vulnerability you were both practicing. You couldn't stop yourself from smiling into his kisses, welcoming them with your hands pressed to his chest. Your eyes shone brighter than stars and your face lit up the room, as if adorned with fairy lights, when you made contact with those beautiful eyes of cognac whiskey and scarlet peering down at you from his vantage point. To him, you were glowing. 

He bumped the bathroom door open with his hip and kicked the seat up with his foot, because he did not want to lose his hold on you for any reason. If that meant using his foot as a hand, then so be it. “Be careful, princess,” he murmured as he shifted you to sit on the porcelain throne. You burst out in laughter once again at the ridiculousness of this all, and he couldn't help following suit. He sat down on the floor and rested his head against your knee, staring into the wall in front of him.

“(Name)?”

“Yeah?”

“So...how was it?” 

You raked your fingers into his hair and scratched his head. “It was nothing short of the best sex I've ever had.”

The room was dark, as any moonlight streaming in through the window was blocked by the shower curtain, but you knew Tendou’s lips were curled into a smile. 

“See? Now I can say I told you so. I never dissapoint, (name).” 

“Seriously, you blew away any expectations and anxieties I had. You were so attentive and careful and always prioritized my pleasure... If I didn't know any better, I would've thought you were in love with me.” You half-hoped his mid-coitus confession was just your imagination, but with the high you were feeling right about now, you were confident enough to take a jab at him for it anyways. Tendou let out a dry laugh. Would confessing in the bathroom post-sex be a romantic or embarassing answer to “when did you find out you loved each other? 

“What’s the matter?” You asked him, and you spoke to him so softly, so sweetly and gently in tone of voice, that his heart would burst out of his chest, and he couldn't possibly bear it any longer. God fucking damn it, perhaps you’d resent him and hate his guts for ruining your easy relationship with his complicated feelings, but it had been too long and...he just couldn't stay quiet and still about the screaming in his chest any more.

He let go of his embrace of your calf to sit up straight on his knees. When he sat up to rest his elbows on your thighs, he was almost at eye level with you. “Well, (name), I had told you that I had been waiting for a really long time to do this with you. Nothing, no one else, really caught my attention since that first time we kissed all those months ago. This was the buildup of all that anticipation.” 

You smiled at him, trying to assume that he wasn't being romantic, and told him: “I'd been wanting this for forever, Satori. I'm really glad it happened with you.”

“For forever, you say? That’s an awfully long time. If I didn’t know any better, I would think you’re in love with me,” He smirked at you with a knowing grin, clearly proud of himself for his word play, “Because if that were the case then I would feel the same. I've been in love with you this entire time, (name).”

“So have I.”

A comfortable silence followed shortly after as you peed (no UTIs here, thank u), and when you were done Satori shifted so he could rest his head on your shoulder. His messy ginger hair was slick on his forehead, eyelids fluttered shut and lips half-parted. He looked like a baby, more at peace with himself and where he was than anyone else in the world. His eyes opened, smiling, and he began to speak:

“If it were up to me, I could really stay like this forever.”

“Yeah, imagine how nice it would be to, like, die and have your final moments be something so blissful, with your final memory made being nothing short of perfect.” 

“Are you saying you feel so happy you could die?”

“I s’pose so, Satori.”

For the nth time that night, the space between the two of you seemed to disappear as he tilted his head up to capture your smiling lips in a kiss. He was surprisingly gentle in a way he hadn't been before; what had been apprehension and anxiety melted away into newfound confidence and ebullience that seeped through his smile and into your own. 

The kiss was soft for the first second, but then all those pent up feelings he’d kept buried under lock and key for too many years to count took control of him and he kissed you with an insurmountable fervor that caught you off guard. When he finally stopped to bask in your expression, ladden in wide-eyed wonder, he wore this gigantic smile on his face that invited you to beam at him in return.

“Should we re-confess tomorrow when we're, you know, not ass naked in a bathroom?”

“I think this has its charm, but I will gladly confess to you as many times as I need to. I don't think I'll ever get tired of it.” You retort as he lifts you to your feet from your throne.

“No, duh, I mean, of course I'll never get tired of that, but I am pretty tired now.” He says while you wash your hands.

“Well, I can guarantee that you’ll be the first one up and walking tomorrow.” The opening was there, you just couldn’t resist, “That’s g-U-a-ran-t-e-e.” Your pointer finger boops the middle of his chest as you emphasize the “U” for dramatic effect.

“Or my money back?” Satori knocks his first two knuckles against the center of your forehead as he shakes his head and lifts you back up into his arms, “You better keep your end of the deal, honeypot, don’t go breaking my heart.”

“I could never!” You say as he walks you back to his bed, “Shattering your spirit is enough.”

The two of you laugh as he tosses you in bed under the duvet. Your eyes start to feel heavy as you hear Tendou humming that silly old Baki Baki song he made up in high school, the dirty top sheets being removed and when you blink, you’re somehow laid up against his chest, arms curled up and head nestled on them as his hands tressed through your hair.

Slightly delirious from the sleepiness, you wondered aloud: “Did you really want to try all of this with me?”

“I would’ve died if I had to go  another day without this,  (firstname). You saved me just in time.”

His voice sounded peaceful, and sleepy, and it was so new to see this gentle side of him. It felt strange in the best way possible.”

“Satori?”

“Hmm?”

“I’ve been in love with you for what feels like forever, Satori.”

He smiled into a kiss on your forehead, “I know.”

Part 1 Part 2 Whole Fic

[elyvorg]

It’s Shadow Maki’s berserk form, in the same vein as the Shadow Kaito design I once did!

In short, this is a concept from Persona 4 in which a person’s suppressed thoughts and feelings manifest into an abstract, symbolic representation of their issues. I’ve made a couple of posts mentioning vague, general ideas about Maki’s Shadow before, but now that I’ve finally managed to piece together enough ideas for her berserk form in my head, I couldn’t not draw it.

Since I’m not going to be writing a fic about this like I did with Shadow Kaito (there’s no need; Maki effectively already faces her shadow in canon thanks to Kaito’s encouragement and support), I’m instead going to just talk about all of the symbolism involved right here.

The Shadow initially manifests as just a giant box without any holes, upright and closed, thudding and rattling like something inside is trying to get out. As it tips over and falls open, the Maki doll clambers out from under a huge pile of weapons. The hands appear before she can leave the box itself, their strings piercing through it to take hold of the weapons and stab them into Shadow Maki, keeping her trapped in there under their control.

A significant part of this design was based around the fact that I’d already decided that Maki’s Persona would be Pandora. Pandora got associated with all the bad things that escaped when she opened her box, but that shouldn’t be considered her fault – it’s the fault of the asshole gods who filled the box with those things and gave it to her in the first place, knowing she’d open it.

So that’s why there’s a box filled with weapons, and why one pair of shadowy hands is holding it. The hands represent the members of Maki’s cult who trained her, or perhaps also the rich assholes who hire her to kill people, so the box with all those horrible things inside really originated from them.

The imagery of the box also fits very well with Maki’s tendency to cope through compartmentalisation – she’s become very good at just shutting away the things she doesn’t want to think about so that she can do what she needs to do. In fact, Pandora’s myth also works really well here, because after letting out all the bad things, Pandora shut the box in such a hurry that she left Hope, the one good thing, trapped inside. That’s basically exactly what Maki did with her own hope – her wishes that one day she could escape this hell and have a normal life – in order to cope. Shadow Maki starts out trapped inside a box because she’s been firmly sealed away inside a metaphorical box by the surface part of Maki for a long, long time.

(This compartmentalisation idea also works for the weapons being sealed inside the box to start with, since Maki also tries to shut away and avoid thinking about all the horrible things she’s been through and done whenever it’s possible for her to do so.)

I am aware that actually in the original myths, Pandora had a jar, and it’s a modern(ish) mistranslation that made it a box. However, while the original correct version of Atlas worked way better for Kaito (he carried all of space, not just the Earth!), this time the misinterpreted version happens to fit a lot better for Maki – because toy boxes are a thing. Except oh god those aren’t toys those should not be anywhere near children.

That was the other main idea I had in mind for this, before I’d even figured out Pandora and knew a box ought to be involved: this sort of imagery that’d disturbingly juxtapose Maki’s child caregiver and assassin talents, because it is horrifying and heartbreaking that she was put through all this and turned into a killing machine as a child.

So it was a pretty neat bonus that Pandora’s box could also be presented as Pandora’s toy box. There’s some more symbolism in the idea of the Maki doll having been alone and forgotten at the bottom of the toy box, because Maki on the surface hasn’t allowed herself to think about her normal, happy life as a child in a long time. Meanwhile, the weapons piled on top of her get taken out of that box and “played with” by surface-Maki a lot more often.

Even if anyone did pick up the doll and try to play with it again, it’s broken and mutilated and can never be the same any more. Maki’s traumatic experiences have messed her up enough that she can never have that normal life back now in quite the same way.

And even if she did try to be free anyway and live her own life despite being broken, she still can’t actually escape that box that she’s shut herself in, because she’s being controlled like a puppet by evil outside forces beyond her reach. That puppet imagery was another thing I knew I had to do with this – fitting neatly with the child-caregiving image of the doll – because a lot of the tragedy of Maki’s story is the fact that she never had a choice. Everything she’s been through has all been her being controlled and manipulated by people who don’t give a damn about her.

The box also helps here in that she can’t even see the hands puppeteering her, because Maki doesn’t actually see her situation as herself being controlled and feels like she deserves to bear every single bit of the blame and responsibility for her actions herself. (And the owners of the hands can’t see her in there suffering either, because like hell any of those assholes care about that.)

I had the strings be attached to the Maki doll via weapons impaling her partly just as an efficient way to combine the toy mutilation and puppeteering motifs into one, but also because that control and manipulation is precisely one of the main things that’s been hurting her and messing her up so much. She’s technically holding those knives in her hands and could use them to kill someone like this, but doing so is hurting her just as much. And trying to break free of it would only hurt her more – so it’s easier for her to just stop struggling and give up.

[youremyonlyhope]

Starship Rewatch

10 years ago today (well, yesterday since I’m posting it a day later), 15 year old Hope curled up on her couch to watch a new StarKid show called Starship right as it dropped. This was the first time I got to watch a show when it was posted since I didn’t become a StarKid fan until a months earlier. I was so excited.

And now, I’m rewatching Starship for the first time in full in at least 5 years I think. I listened to the soundtrack twice earlier today, singing along at my desk at work (thank god no one else was here tonight to judge me). I still know so many of the lyrics. And so many little jokes and stuff were flooding back. Starship was my favorite StarKid show for a long time, so I’m so excited to watch this again to see if it’s still my fave.

This post ended up being really long, so you’ve been warned. But it also includes pictures of the crocheted Roach and Bugette plushies that I made as a teen.

OH. THE OLD LOGO. AHHH. I already have so many feels. The future is now! I can’t handle this. The nostalgia! The Galactic League of Extraterrestrial Exploration. My facebook account to this day says I am a Starship Ranger at the G.L.E.E. because I’ve never bothered to change it. Also, shoutout to anyone from the StarKidPotter FB and EFST days if you’re reading this. AHHH IT’S CHRIS AND ERIC. Ok I might have to pause 20 thousand times during this Starship Ranger ad to acknowledge all the StarKid cameos. Tyler! “We come to conquer... in peace!” Tyler I love you. Brian and Richard! I forgot they painted Richard BLUE. Britney and Ariel! Nicholas Joseph Stauss-Matathia! I see that StarKid’s website has shortened his name to just Nicholas Strauss but remember the days when we’d purposefully say his full name? Anyway, I literally just screamed “NICK” when I saw him because he was always one of my faves. The Old Snatch was and still is iconic. Devin and Lily! The Wizard God himself, AJ Holmes. God... remember those AJ Holmes appreciation days where we’d make Chuck Norris-like memes about AJ? So much is rushing back from the depths of my mind oh my god... It’s been so long yet it feels like yesterday... “Someone really *static* F- *static* -ucked up big time” Love it.

2 minutes and 22 seconds in. I’ve written so much. I had to pause before Joey started singing to take a moment. I love this show so much. I love these goofballs so much. And they’re all so young. Most of them are younger than I am now. This is insane.

Ok I have to promise myself not to pause as much now. *Spoiler, I failed*

“I’ll fight off this gamma radiation if it’s the last thing I ever do!... We’re going down! This is the last thing I’ll ever do!” Oh my god. Look at baby Joey. He hasn’t even graduated from college yet. And that Bug puppet! Someone remind me to dig up the pictures of my crocheted plushies of Starship puppets since I made Roach and Bugette and gave them to the StarKids at SPACE and Apocalyptour. (I also did Rumbleroar, but the bugs were my own pattern I made so I was more proud) The camera is focused in on Bug instead of Joey’s face. I love it. So much. Brannnttttttt. My god. Am I gonna freak out over every single entrance? Roach pretending to die, he’s the best friend ever. “The needs of the many bugs outweigh the needs of the few bugs.” “Or the one bug, I know.” Oh man, when that line comes back... “Dirt eater” “Exoskeleton polisher” “I wanna build honeycombs” “The bug that ruins your picnic” “A fly on the wall!” That line came back to me earlier today and I died. Remembering that line was like 50% of the reason I listened to the soundtrack today.

Nick Lang! Julia! LAUREN LOPEZ. THERE SHE IS. Lovebugs, I can’t. *Sentimental music* “You could come over to my nest and I could... tear off your head and let my larva devour your body?” How did I forget that line? The way Lauren has to kick Bugette’s larva sack to walk. But the way that it also works so well with the character. I can’t. The Mosquito Brothers!! I forgot they show up so early. “This is our sister, Sweetheart” “...YO.” I CANNOT HANDLE JIM POVOLO. The “zzzz”s like buzzing as backing vocals instead of the usual “ahs” and “oohs.” The things you don’t appreciate until years later. Darren, you genius. That is such a good detail. For a second I couldn’t remember who the Overqueen is played by. 99% sure it’s Jim (It is). Also. Overqueen like ovary... and it looks like a giant vagina. That had to be pointed out to me later. “FLATTERY WILL GET YOU... everywhere.” Why did I forget that line too? “I’m a starship ranger” “Quiet you, you’re drunk” “No I’m drunk!” I remembered that line probably like... 2 minutes earlier when I noticed Joe huddling in the background and realized that line was coming up. The way Joey lets go of the puppet so both he and the puppet walk away with their arms limp... so cute.

Before even pressing play on part 3, I can hear February saying “Let the record show I am super ahead of schedule.” and I’m dying. I forgot about Brian as the escape pod. Denise Donovan! That Star Trek prop. I’m dumb so I can’t remember if it’s a communicator or what. But I know my Uhura Barbie had a mini one that I lost within a month probably. “OxyGen” “Schience” I can’t. “Mission Log... I think I just heard a spooky noise.” How am I forgetting all of these amazing lines? “Pika-pi!” AHHH I JUST SCREAMED. “My stars, I seemed to have landed in a field of these aMiNals!” I can’t. “Can I tell you guys something?” *port de bras and falls gently to the ground* “Hello!” “TOTORO!” I’m dead. The balloon mechanism on the mosquitos! I forgot about that! “HOLY SHIT IT’S A BUUUUGGGGG” Ok something I noticed but didn’t mention earlier. The bug puppet that Joe uses when he says “I had my heart set on nourishment” is the same one red and pink one that Julia used when talking about wanting to be nourishment. When Julia actually gets eaten, she’s using a different bug puppet, the green and pink one, but the same character voice. So, I can’t tell if they intentionally had her play 2 bugs so Joe could be one of them later, or if it was a mistake. I might also just be overthinking things. “ME THINKS IT WENT THAT-A-WAY” I cannot handle Jim Povolo. That scream Joe does as he slimes her. Woah I originally wrote “There seems to be no signs of intelligent lifeforms anywhere” earlier and then deleted it since I don’t know why I found it remarkable. And then looking at the comments of this part I see someone mentioned a Toy Story reference. So that’s why that line stuck out to me. Aww StarKid. There are so many Disney references in this show.

THERE SHE IS. THERE’S MY GIRL TAZ. The pew pew effects how could I forget that!  “Hey Taz. You’re pretty tough for a chick.” “I was just going to say the same thing about you.” “Woahhhhhhhh” JoMo oh my god. “My spectrometer readings are off the wazooooooo” That line kills me. Why am I JUST NOW noticing, 10 years later, that Tootsie enters this scene with his gun facing the wrong way. Oh my god. “I saw the empirical proof that science killed god. It’s comforting to know he was once alive though. I like to think that when he died, he went to heaven.” Oh Tootsie Noodles. “...What the hell kind of name is that?” “He’s got bear hands??” Why do I forget all of these lines??!? That record scratch and freeze frame to go “BOOOOOO” oh my god I forgot that. “Like the other day, he was in the cafeteria, just cah-rying in front of everybody.” BOOOOOOO. Here we go, Taz’s amazing Up monologue. “And when Up, cuts an onion, the ONION is the one who cry.” HELP. Also 99% sure I used that joke for AJ appreciation at least one year. “Now take a walk off my knife” What a line. So awesome. I remember having a profile pic on FB that was the text of that monologue and the image of Lauren screaming “WALK IT OFF” I’m still convinced that first “WOO” from the audience that we hear when Up enters is Darren. “I do not peepee sitting down” “Huh??” JoMo’s face as if he’s trying his hardest not to laugh and I can’t tell if that’s him breaking character or if Krayonder is actually trying not to laugh. “I peepee like big boy, deadgoddamnit. So stop making fun of me because it hurts my feelings” I’m dying. Also, deadgoddamnit is amazing. “if you don’t go out there and die for something, then I will kill you for nothing.” I remembered the mirror scene, just seconds before it started and already started laughing. “You’re not a failure, overall.” “Allow me to introduce you to the final member of your team. MegaGirl!” I forgot how DRAMATIC that was. I also forgot that’s how MegaGirl comes into the story.

I need to stop pausing every 5 seconds oh my god I’ll never finish this tonight if I don’t.

“All hail AstroBoy” That was the funniest line. “MegaGirl, can you kill humans?” “No. But I’d like to.” I can’t handle it. “A horse ate my cousin! Me and horses got a feud.” #1 MegaGirl doing the “I’m watching you” hand sign. I can’t. “Hey. Miráme. *Slaps* NOW ESCHUCHAME” amazing. “Or that time. You taught me calculus... CALCULUS WAS TOUGH.” I never went past pre-calc. Nope. Ah. Get Back Up. One of my fave songs. “And now we dance.” Dylan’s “OW” as they lean back. “Ok Idiotas. Say something nice. Or I will kill you.” It’s all so iconic.

“So you still think being an egg planter is lame?” “...Yes.”  The larva oh my god. I forgot we see one before the end. That’s Jaime playing the larva I think. Life is definitely one of my all-time favorite StarKid songs to this day. I wish it was longer. I love it so much. And I love that its instrumental is scattered as a motif throughout the show. “It’s a short, small thing we lead. With so much potential, pointless or essential, which one can I be?” Wow. Near Pippin levels of giving me an existential crisis. Also wow Joey improved his singing so much between AVPS and Starship. “My name’s Bug” “*Gasp!* Like a bug??” “Uh... no.” “Good. I’m February, like the month, but a person.” I should start saying that honestly. “I’m Hope, like the concept, but a person.” “You boldly go where every man -hey- woman -bark woof- or data dog has ever gone before! Sorry K9DX” Adorable. Joey’s subtle little double nod he makes the Bug puppet do when he’s shocked she thinks he’s a Starship Ranger. Amazing. Ah he said goddamn not deadgoddamn! February should have known right then he wasn’t human! “Take my claw” that too. "The only thing that needs to rest are your jokes, because they are so tired.” “Woahhhhhh” No but like... why don’t I use that line in everyday life... “Now I am slightly less weak.” “Ok. I’m going to shoot this metal bitch!” I’m dying. How did I forget the Taz/MegaGirl rivalry?? “That thing is a R-O-B-O-T man” “Can’t fool me with numbers, Krayonder.” I’m dead. “The stack of hay was my cousin!” #2 The way Meredith says “barometric pressure” is great. And Tootsie saying “Well you must take real good care of it, because I never would have guessed.” He’s such a sweetheart. “Nobody shoot dammit, nobody shoot.” “KILL KILL KILL” I never really liked Hideous Creatures but it’s so cute to see MegaGirl do the choreo robotically. I love that the Gap hasn’t changed. “Cool it skank, you do not know me.” Another line that I forgot until a split second before it was said. I’m so glad whoever edited this added some pews going in the wrong way for Tootsie’s gun. I know I definitely noticed Tootsie’s gun was backwards during this part, but I don’t know if I noticed it was backwards in that very first scene too. I forgot about MegaGirl tossing out Specs. That “MEGAGIRL!!!” scream from Joe though.

“Never in my 6 long days of life.” Underappreciated joke. Also, I think this is the 4th unique upright bug puppet. We got red/pink, green/blue, green/pink, and now red/blue. Also, Nick Lang is a great puppeteer. “Yes, I helped her escape. But I swear, never in a million years, did I think I’d be caught and yelled at for it!”  Oh I forgot Bugette is the witness. Jaime’s angry face behind Joey is killing me. “He didn’t know the humans were evil.” “Oh, they’re not.” “Shut up!” Humoons and hoomans. “And no more singing or dancing” *gasps of horror* “The Overqueen has overspoken.” “Well, that’s not gonna help your chances with Bugette” Oh Roach. “PERHAPS.” Jim destroys me.

God the 4-person Pincer puppet. Amazing. Dylan’s arms being strong enough to be above his head for 10 minutes straight. Amazing. Also, Nick Lang is so emotive as a claw. It took me a sec but yeah JoMo is the tail. “There were? Where are they?” Joey’s face. “Tell me all about her” The claws under the chin I can’t. Hey StarKid, I see you throwing in an ad mid-video before Kick It Up a Notch. You’re lucky I love and support you guys. “Put ‘em together and what have you got?” bibbity boppity boo. More Disney references! This scene is full of them. Man, remember when we were all blown away by Dylan’s voice in this song the first time? Like we could tell he could sing in AVPM/S, but his songs were just so jokey and only his long “Welcooooooooooome” showed us his talent. But then Kick It Up a Notch happened. And we FINALLY appreciated Dylan’s beautiful voice. “I pushed it to the limit.” and “To coin a phrase, be a man.” more Disney. I might be overthinking this and will have to rewatch Life to confirm, but I think the camera zooming out as Pincer reprises Life is just like the camerawork when Bug sang it originally. If so, then wow even when filming their shows StarKid really thinks it all through. (Update: It totally is referencing the original zooms for Life and that’s amazing. Except it’s zooming out instead of in. I LOVE the attention to detail even in filming the show. I’m gonna guess that’s Liam’s doing.) All I can see when I hear Bug’s chorus of this song is Jaime and her SPACE tour dancing, which they incorporated in Apocalyptour as actual choreography. Because they’re goofballs. The kick line. Love it. God. Even though it’s not my favorite song from Starship (just because I love Life and Beauty more), Kick It Up A Notch is one of the best StarKid has ever done. I really has everything. Dylan’s gorgeous voice. Not one but two reprises of earlier songs to throw Bug’s own words back at him. Jim’s bass line. Awesome puppets. Disney references. It’s so amazing. I love how all the comments are either about Dylan’s voice or Dylan’s ability to hold his arms up for a 10+ minute scene or both.

"Gameover man, gameover!” “I feel like cutting open your belly, and filling it with jelly” *Gasps* Oh my god, I put on the captions for a second, and  the caption said *Sad spayed puppy noises* “I am in charge of this mission now.” How did I forget about the mustache until 2 seconds before it happened? “She’s got the mustache now. *Kisses head* I love you” Oh my god Tootsie. I FORGOT ABOUT THE SECOND STACHE. There’s an ad right when we see Bug’s human form and I can’t even care because look at him! Ahhh. And the blue headband! Ahhhhh. Joey you’re so adorableeeee. “Bug? Well that’s a fine name.” His concerned face then the relief. Adorable. “Thank you sir. I am a tough bitch.” “Getting nothing but bug muff?!?” I love the slight delay the audience has before laughing as they realize what was just said. “Bug. You hard, ese. You flame.” I die. “Up there. In Space!” *dramatic pointing* No I totally didn’t just do the dramatic pointing with them... no that’s not in my muscle memory from 10 years ago... why would you think that. I’ll rave about Status Quo after it’s done. “But, what if I miss you?” Awwwwwwwww. And that “Just look up.” screenshot was used for “This.” memes in the fandom for years.

Oh Joey. Status Quo is such a good song too. And he really did improve as a singer to sing it. Earlier this week I remembered that this week is also the 10th anniversary of that time Darren was hopping from city to city every single day to promote the Warblers album. And at one point in that week he did a livestream that I remember rushing home to watch. In that livestream, I am 99% sure he sang Status Quo as a little sneak preview for Starship being released later that week. (Just checked, yep he sang it in a livestream on April 20 2011) God I love this song. Then the version the boys all sang for SPACE Tour was beyond beautiful too. Ahhh I love this musical.

Ok. It’s almost midnight. I started this 3 hours ago. I’m probably not finishing the show until 2am at the rate that I’m pausing and stopping to comment. But OH WELL.

“Dr. Spaceclaw” wow. “Leaving them behind was of little consequence, but a pleasure.” Oh Megagirl. “You did a very good job today too, son.” “*Gasp* Thanks dad.” That Star Wars fake-out though. Speaking of Star Wars, I really need to rewatch Ani now that I’m actively a Star Wars fan unlike last time when I still wasn’t invested in the movies I just watched them. How did I forget about Jaime playing Junior’s new mom?? ...Does Junior get an alien incubating in his chest... is that foreshadowing... I can’t remember. (This was like... half a foreshadow) This scene is funnier now that Breredith is married. The way Junior says “Phew” I’m dead. I remembered how they restrain MegaGirl once again 2 seconds before it happened oh my god. “We deserve bubbles on our skin.” An iconic line. “Well thank the long dead god you made it, Bug!”  The crunching of the handshake, I can’t. Oh someone in the comments pointed out that Bug and February are doing the Tarzan hand thing while Up’s asking Taz to see a movie. Adorable.

Get yourself a man like Tootsie who won’t stand for you talking down about yourself. “Maybe this was all part of God’s plan. He made before he died.” I love the dead god jokes. I remember years ago some kid on facebook was like “The dead god jokes are offensive” and I was like “It’s a sci-fi musical about a bug in a human body but sure worry about god being dead.” but probably in an even more immature answer. I’m just mesmerized by Tootsie and MegaGirl’s verses. God. The first Dylan and Meredith duet. Amazing. And MegaGirl’s confused face is great. “Don’t press that button, or we’ll all be sucked into space.” So... Can anyone tell me what foreshadowing is? Oh shoot... ok wait no I’ll comment on that when we get there. God that is such a cute love song. I wrote barely anything just because I love that song so much. Would love to know where Tootsie’s taking her though.

Oh my god this scene! I forgot about this. How could I forget this. “Well the world always looks a little bit brighter, from on top of a lap.” I had remembered Bug sitting on Up’s lap, but not Specs. This is the part I forgot. Adorable. Ahhhh so cute. The Specs/Krayonder relationship was apparently cut from the filmed version, but was present if you saw it live. These moments are adorable. And I love how this is the second person JoMo’s had to carry in this show since he also carried Denise earlier. “Why if it isn’t Bug, my oldest friend.” and “Don’t say that, my dear.” are adorable. Oh wait. Up sat on Bug’s lap. Not the other way around. Ok. I didn’t remember this scene as well as I thought I did. I’m dying. I didn’t want to write anything during this, but oh my god “That son of a bitch Optimus Prime” I forgot that. I love the audience’s reaction to “The entire right side of my body, it’s a robot” because they all gasp, and then laugh at themselves for gasping. I knew there was something he couldn’t do without crying. I didn’t remember it being “Sir I Wanna Buy These Shoes” Christmas Song. It’s ok Up, I haven’t listened to that song in full in years. I can’t handle it. But Christmas songs in general make me cry too. Oh Up said goddamn instead of deadgoddamn too. Hmm... Aww the mother spider story. “I think the old you was just killing out of hate.” “Oh I was.” I’m dying. Awwww the nose kiss. I definitely remembered that. “Deadgodspeed soldier!” The way Joey misses catching the keys and also Darren’s “Woo!” in the audience again. So great. That 12 minute scene is just adorable and the Up story is so dramatic and hilarious.

Hmm finishing before 2am might be ambitious... “Hahaha. Then I’ll shoot him!” “Taking care of my business down on the planet is that cool with you?” Brian’s delivery of that line has always intrigued me. “How much I care about my MegaGirl unit’s survival is also a percent equivalent to zero” Rude. “You are nothing like my boyfriend, Tootsie Noodles.” “Yes, well - wait WHAAA” This scene is so different now that they’re married. “Ha. Ha. It was cute.” “You’re... a toaster.” *Slaps* Ok 1) I used to use that insult all the time and only half ironically. I was a strange teenager. 2) She just hurt a human... isn’t that against programming, or can she just not kill humans? Evil angry Brolden is something we need more of. I love Brian as a villain. More please. “You stupid goddamn robot” So I guess they say goddamn and deadgoddamnit. I’m overthinking the evolution of language in this universe. Also Brian’s screams while being choked are amazing. I’ve never forgotten those, if anything they’re better now.

AHHHH I REFRESHED AND DELETED ALL OF MY STUFF FOR BEAUTY. Kill me. I’m so mad. Let me try to recreate it but I hate myself. I was saving this draft after every part but OF COURSE I don’t save after my favorite song and then refresh.

Oh poor Meredith. Her white wig doesn’t let her blend in as much when she’s in the hoodies playing a bug. “Oh hey Bugette, we’re just trying to get Bug laid!” That bug had to know about Bugette’s crush though? That’s just cruel. “The ending is killer” ruuuuuuddddddddddeee. I know I had at least one more point, but that’s lost to the ether. Beauty is probably my fave, if not tied with Life. When I was listening to it earlier, I was overcome with emotion because it’s just such a joyful song. These days I cry over happy stuff almost as much as I cry over the sad. And these lines just hit so hard... I love it. I love this song so much and this scene so much. “Bug. She excreted her filth for you. WE DID IT!!!!!!!!” Brant Cox is so good. It really is a shame he’s not in anything else besides AVPSY and the 10th Anniversary with everyone else. “I do accept you for who you really are. A genius.” Well February, you’ll be glad to know that you thought of that, so you’re the genius. Wow. Junior’s 25, Brian was 25, and now I’m 25. This really was perfect timing for the 10th anniversary. Also I do not feel 25. “Suck off!” amazing.

I’M SAVING THIS TIME.

Ok next part. Luckily I was only 1 minute into the next part when I refreshed. Still so mad at myself... “Someone really firetrucked up big time” (Dead)God I love that line. I also used firetruck unironically. Once again, I was a strange teenager and I didn’t like cursing and I still don’t. “This is so weird, I’m so used to the scrambly version.” (It was while writing this line the first time that I refreshed and lost Beauty....) Ok as I watch AJ, it’s hitting me that he almost definitely came to the set during rehearsals and filmed his part since it’s not a green screen like the rest of them. “The hunters have become the hunted, and it’s wabbit season.” “That was a good video, until the end when it got sad.” Thanks Bug. “I think, I just had a think” See February’s smart. “I’m in a weird situation” Love that line. “Bug is a BUG!? I DON’T BELIEVE IT” Oh Junior. Dylan’s insulted face at “I am not... a dumbass.”  So I can’t tell if Brian forgets he’s trapped when he moves his arms into a more relaxed position to lean on the column and then puts them back, or if it’s purposefully staged that way. Brian’s acting while he pretends to be shy and embarrassed about his evil plan is amazing and adorable. Brian has a good evil laugh, why don’t we get him as a villain more often? Also I was gonna make some sort of joke about Nick as Pincer’s left claw vs. Robert as Snarl’s left paw, but I’ll leave it be.

I FORGOT ABOUT THAT WEIGHT TAZ WAS LIFTING JUST FLOATING UP TO THE SKY WHEN SHE LETS GO. I just laughed out loud. “Damn that G.L.E.E. They’re always making twisted abominations of everything!!” I cannot handle it. And the wink. Poor Darren but also not poor Darren at all. I was just now WRACKING my mind for who could possibly be playing Pincer’s tail if JoMo was being devoured by mosquitos. It’s Brant. Literally the entire cast is currently onstage. Ok Krayonder’s been getting his blood drained for 3 minutes, why is he alive? OH I FORGOT KRAYONDER GETS UP AND SHOOTS THE BUGS. Ok and he gets chopped by Pincer’s claws too so HOW does he survive? StarKid answer!!! I forgot how dramatic this musical gets when you got both the bugs and MegaGirl coming after the humans. Aww the Vulcan salute from Specs. “I changed my name. To Tootsie... MegaGirl.” I love the reactions of the people in the audience who immediately realize what that means. I hear at least one “oh my god” that sounds like sobbing. Awwwww Tootsie’s “that’s real” speech and “I’d love you if you was the horse that ate my cousin.” (#3) just... get yourself a man like Tootsie MegaGirl. He is perfection. God the downloading love scene is so cute. I can’t handle it.

The Up saving Taz scene is so dramatic. Then Brian and Jim just calmly walk offstage. It kills me. Also why did Jaime just continue to lie there? “I just needed to learn how to kill with my heart.” Not exactly what Bug meant, but it works. God Taz climbing onto Up’s back is still the most hilarious thing ever. Whoever thought of her climbing that way was a genius. So funny. I always wanted to try it. Holding the gun up to her head like a blowdryer always gave me anxiety. Making the door out of a scrim that can be backlit was genius. Oof and bringing back “The needs of the many bugs outweigh the needs of the few bugs. Or the one bug.” just hurts. Poor Bug. My heart. This is probably the line that sticks with me to this day and I do think about sometimes.

Ok it’s now 2am and I still have 2 more parts.

I sorta love that Joey didn’t have the time to change into his blacks so he’s still in the Starship Ranger suit while playing the Bug puppet. “Save the Overqueen. I love her.” Awww. “Roach, I’m gonna get the job done if it’s the second last thing I do.” Love it. That Kick It Up A Notch Reprise though. Brian, you should play villains more often. Also remember all of us being like “LUPIN CAN SING?!?!?!??!!” “Lucky for me, God is dead. When you see him in hell, tell him Junior sent you.” Deadgod I love that line. This whole deadgod thing was just leading up to that amazing line. Oh no Bugette! Bug saying “maestro” oh my god. “DFSDSJFDSJKFDS... I’m dead.” I forgot that part! Oh my god the way Brian flicks the glasses back down on his face. Ok so I saw Lauren wiggle her way behind the mucus sac, but I didn’t see Nick come onstage. I rewinded, and I guess the zoom in shots on Brian and Joey were timed so we can’t see Nick join Lauren to be the first larva to come out. Oh well. And I love the crowd cheering as Junior dies. “And bingo was his name-o” That callback though. I forgot that the Overqueen eats Bugette’s body while crying. “Or Bugette! Oh...” Also god Roach is adorable.

Last part. 2:21am. Here we go. Krayonder got his blood sucked out by giant mosquitos and was cut up by a giant scorpion, but all he needs is a bandage around his head. Awwww the soft “I Wanna Be” playing the background as Bug begs the team to accept his bug form. Bug being so mad “It’s that bastard Pincer isn’t it?” and then being so happy that Joey does the little nose scrunch thing. So cute. JOEY’S FACE WHEN DENISE KISSES THE BUG PUPPET. Cannot believe I forgot that until 2 seconds before it happened too. “I now pronounce you man vs. machine. Fight!” WOAH. Why in the WORLD did “eep op ork ahah” come back to me. I was able to say it WITH Joey. That was straight from the DEPTHS of my teenage brain oh my god. I forgot about that oh my GOD. THAT’S INSANE. I FORGOT SO MUCH STUFF BUT I REMEMBERED HOW TO SAY “I LOVE YOU” IN BUG.

And the Beauty reprise.

God I love this musical. It’s still my fave StarKid show I think. And I’m horrified to see that it has only 500K views for the last part, so only 500K people have watched it all the way through after 10 years. That’s disgraceful. It’s amazing. Watch Starship.

It is 2:32am. I started at 8:50pm. Got sidetracked when I had to rewatch the Beauty part of Act 2 again to make sure I got my notes back in the post. Took a few bathroom breaks. But this is mostly because I paused every like 10 seconds to make a comment, so it took 5 and a half hours to watch a 3 hour musical. This why I take forever to watch things while liveblogging. I take too long to writing notes.

I’ll probably just post this in the morning. Gotta proofread for mistakes before posting.

Ok it’s the next afternoon. This post is literally 5,000+ words and takes 20 minutes to read according to a online word counter. I’m sorry to whoever read this entire thing. Your reward is the pictures of the Starship plushies I crocheted when I was 15 and 16.

(Ignore the bad lighting and my horribly chipped paint. That’s the only picture I have of the Bugette one since I gave it to Lauren Lopez a day later. I started making another for myself shortly after but never finished. Maybe I should finally finish the second one... hmm...)