#but honestly if my interests so far haven't freaked you out

[becca-e-barnes]

I’m literally drooling over the thought of sensitive Bucky whimpering and whining while fucking your tits and thighs he’s so pathetic and needy all he wants is to make you feel good and to fill you with his cum even if it overstimulates him

Okay, tit fucking is great and all but thigh fucking is SO underrated in my humble opinion. Could just be the fact I've got a small chest though lmao

It's so fun when you're already really into it and the insides of your thighs are all slick. I feel like Bucky would lose it, getting to see your face and look in your eyes and enjoy your body.

It's a nice one to do while laid on your side, facing each other. Although the angle isn't quite right for him to slip inside you, it's fun to explore the other ways your bodies can steal pleasure from one another.

"This isn't going to work, sweetheart." You can't help but laugh, having already tried everything you can think of to make the height difference work. There's no way to keep this romantic and intimate in that position because there's just no chance of aligning your bodies properly to allow him to press inside you.

"Maybe not. But it feels nice anyway." His eyes flutter shut, gliding his dick over the smooth, soft, warm insides of your thighs, encouraged by how slick and easy your arousal makes the movement.

You adjust yourself to bring your other thigh on top of his length, closing him in on both sides.

You're wet enough that friction doesn't impede his movement too much and there's something oddly romantic about it. Maybe it's his hand smoothing the back of your head or his other hand up your back, pulling your body closer to his.

It's so intimate, watching his face as he whines your name, rutting senselessly against your thighs. The little flush to his cheeks is beautiful and you can't resist kissing the thin sheen of sweat on his forehead. The thick duvet on top of you both, coupled with your combined body heat means the room is far hotter than you'd planned.

You take a second to reach between your bodies, spreading your wet folds and readjusting his length, letting him drag his cock against your neglected clit with each stroke and oh, that's pretty mind-blowing.

"O-oh my God." He whines, desperately fucking himself against your wet cunt, rather than into it. It's a different kind of pleasure to being inside you and while they're not comparable sensations, it doesn't stop this from feeling fantastic.

"Fuck, that's good." You groan, rolling your hips to meet his. Your fingers dip between you once more, gathering some of your slick arousal, using it to glide your fingertips over the underside of his shaft and over his balls.

"Holy shit, that's - fuck." Bucky's hardly got a coherent thought left in his head. He's closed in on both sides by your wet, soft thighs and now your fingers are giving him a different sensation underneath while pressing him against your soaked sex.

"I know, baby. Feels good, doesn't it?" Your fingertips trail lightly back and forth over the underside of his shaft, focusing on the inch or so beneath the tip.

"I can't... I need to cum." He groans, thrusting frantically, clinging to your body to keep you close. Within a few seconds, you feel his dick pulse under your fingertips, his cum coating the inside of your thighs in hot, thick, messy spurts.

He doesn't waste a second, kissing your forehead before kissing your neck and whispering "Good girl. Now let me watch you get yourself off with my cum on your fingertips."

[kalims]

STEREOTYPICAL IDEALS

˖ ִֶָ here we have the stereotype love interests for every love story.

characters. ace, azul, leona, malleus, idia

content. gender neutral reader, kinda cafe au for idia

cw. mention of.. embryo eggs 😁 it's just malleus being vague about it and us mistaking LOL

note. mc does not like cats at first for the sake of plot :)

thank you for 5K <3 mwa

ace trappola | the resident 'bad boy' troublemaker that everybody dislikes (oh well. those are the ones usually misunderstood anyways)

though severely lacking in the physical quantities of your resident bad boy, (leather jacket, too much gel used for a horrendous slicked back hairstyle, cold demeanor, and the same motorcycle that seems to be present in every variant) you can say that although he fits in the category pretty well the title didn't really suit him.

every professor on campus despises ace trappola and his 'unfunny' pranks (of which they claim so.) you had bear witness to one of them so when he ran out of a classroom and locked eyes with you. you knew you should have ran away in turn because he shoved you in the way of a furious crewel and has the audacity to laugh as he escaped.

(crewel, AKA the scariest professor on campus so you definitely peed your pants a little when you heard the grunt he emitted when you collided into his probably hundred dollar fur coat—and wow, who knew he hid such a broad frame?)

but still. you sulked in misery at the silent room. even though you had told him several times that you, were indeed not an accomplice to that insane red head's crimes crewel did not let you off without a punishment. "had you not been in my way I would have captured that little puppy," he had said.

I didn't know. you cried comical tears at your horrible timing. wrong place in the wrong time. being a new student is hard around this place.

only then was the sky freed from your vengeful glare when a body falls into the room just after the door opens—then closes.

a new object of your hate. you suppose, far more deserving than the sky.

"this freaking sucks," ace trappola had to audacity to complain when you were the one he dragged to his stupid scheme. the moment he saw you heartedly glaring him down from your seat is when he released another groan. great, the person who he sacrificed for the better cause.

yeah that's right this is your fault, you watch him through accusing eyes as he stands up and starts circling the room. carelessly touching the several expensive looking items around the room with no regards; which honestly gave you a heart attack but either you give up the intimidating act or assert your dominance?

easy choice.

finally you scowl, albeit a bit softer than the previous face you adorned. "what in the hell are you doing?" ace looks back at you with a casual grin—the kind of grin that would lead into nowhere good but you and your stupid self engrossed in too much stories (in your opinion but you'd probably pick up another book later on,) paused to register the fleeting sense of attraction.

my teenager hormones always at the wrong time. you deadpan.

ace leans over the counter and gives the window a little push. smiling when the window creaks open with age and the wind brushes over his face. (ooo rhyme.)

you watch him. too entranced for your liking.

"are you coming or not?"

you sputter. "uh, excuse me?"

this time ace looks like he's having fun. (did you miss that kind of face everytime he was in trouble just cause of the adrenaline?) "have you ever left detention without permission?"

the second you took his hand and let him guide you down the third floor was definitely the time you knew you were in trouble.

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azul ashengrotto | that one sophisticated, cunning character that's in the 'out of your league' circle (except this one immediately falls over for you)

' to mx.lastname '

' professor crewel has assigned me to foresee your school activities for the period whereas you still are behind his classes. though we haven't met officially I know you. my name is azul ashengrotto. (yes, the scholar. which is why the professor had me tutor the lowest in class) I hope we can come to an understanding during our time together. in the library we will meet after school hours. '

signed.. azul ashengrotto in some fancy font you'd spend forever perfecting.

well you had no idea people in your time that still uses letters as a form or communication still exists. you do see a simple text far more convenient that this thing but whatever he wants you suppose..

should you be happy, sad, or offended by this?

happy because azul ashengrotto is the best, out of the best. and there's no doubt that there's gonna be results when he's the one that's going to be tutoring you. sad because you literally need a tutor—actually it's just happy and offended.

offended because he called you the lowest of the lowest, using it to boost his little ego? you've seen the guy, never met him but that's a little.. strange. you won't jump to conclusions because that's what idiots do.

unfortunately you are an idiot so.

although azul is definitely popular kid material for some odd reason everyone seems to avoid him like the plague when he's around these two.. what's their names again? leech siblings? it isn't any better when he's alone though. you conclude it's just the natural air around him that makes it so hard to approach.

despite the offense you had taken what he said was merely the truth. you were at the bottom of the class right now. (you're just annoyed he never considered the possibility of getting better) plus can't he cut you some slack? it's not like moving to a different school in an entirely different place magically made you knowledgeable about the history of this place.

monday flies by faster than you anticipated and you find yourself standing across the infamous top 1.

azul casts you an easy smile. "how about we get to know each other first? despite us working together.." he pauses. "—quite closely. I'd like to get to know you first." suspiciously, you sit down without much argument. and it's scary because it's like he left no room for it.

he sure has a way with words. you muse. no wonder why he's the best you eventually thought.

you spent a hefty amount of time just conversing with each other. hell, everyone was freaking wrong! there's nothing bad about this dude he's just the normal, rich looking smartie. (attractive, you'd add but you figured he didn't take compliments well when he went silent after you had gave him a positive comment.) <- one that was honestly more like flirting if you'd look back but you refuse to let the embarrassment consume you.

(come on honestly! who even says; "I like your mole, it makes you look very pretty." as a compliment and not assume it was you attempting to rizz up the smartie?)

no one had ever complimented that part of him.

honestly it felt like less tutoring and more like a date because if there's anything you learned it's that azul was pretty.

.. uhm.. pretty smart.. yeah..

there was zero history you learned about NRC but rather the history of azul. his family restaurant and explaining his two friends when you had brought them up. the whole time you were both just all smiley, a little shy but time eased the tension out and you both had conversations you'd never thought you'd have with a stranger.

that day when you said your pleasant goodbyes and turned turned leave azul had offered to atleast walk you home. to which you replied in an easy joke; "sorry I don't let people I meet once take me home."

his eyes glinted. "oh? I had assumed we were well acquainted by now." azul ashengrotto gives you an award winning smile. "my apologies then. have a save trip home."

for once you almost regretted not saying yes from his words alone.

I take it back maybe there is something bad with him? you think back at your old assumption awkwardly.

you end up finding another letter stuck on your door. somehow it feels like the contents inside were vastly different from the first.

' dear mx.lastname '

' I enjoyed our time together yesterday. I apologize for taking up all the time without studying but it's like I could not stop talking with you. ' is he flirting with you right now?

' though our official study sessions will start tomorrow. if you ever find the spare time I'd like continue our conversation elsewhere. '

' of course wherever you think is fit will do nicely with me :) '

sincerely, azul ashengrotto.

... definitely different

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leona kingscholar | the brooder that just looks done with everything 99% of the time but will end up having a soft spot for the main lead

coughs maybe leona is the bad boy in this case?

everyone knows leona 'I hate everyone' kingscholar. be it from the missing seat in their class or the clump of brown and yellow passed out in the botanical garden. in your case it was the latter. (you being too engrossed gawking at your phone you literally tripped on something and ungracefully landed on the floor)

you just went through the seven stages of pain cause pardon your language but holy fucking shit you feel like you just broke your jaw.

question is who the hell would carelessly leave something on the floor for an unfortunate soul to trip over? (which is you.) the pain stinging your jaw as an awful reminder of your oblivious nature to your surroundings was already depressing but there lays your phone in the literal lake swimming around pretending it's a fish.

"I hope you got some good explanation as to why you ruined my sleep." a deep voice says, nearly making you shit your pants. you turn and stare fearfully at the dead, annoyed face the newcomer gives you. though the rest of his arms are hidden by the shirt you can tell he wouldn't have much problem pushing you in the lake so you can join your phone.

"listen i—" you wince at the jolt of pain accompanied by your words. you learn quickly that perhaps this isn't the time to speak at all. though the man who is way too mad over an accident doesn't seem to care.

he raises his brow and huffs. "what? do I need to take a tooth for you to talk?" yeah asshole like causing me more pain is gonna make the words come out of my mouth.

you slump. as much as you'd like to defend yourself right now, you honestly have more problems to think about. like how your phone just drowned or how you're gonna have to make a trip to the infirmary.

you do the most rational thing you can do.

you make a series of incoherent sounds, point at your phone in the lake and run a marathon once this fool actually looks over to the end of your finger. sucker. you think smugly.

(should leona exert the energy to catch you right now?) I'll get that one next time. he grunts and lays down, facing towards the sun. leona recalls the name on their ID. (name) lastname)

3-A. he closes his eyes.

in your assigned classroom you sit. your friend grimaces. "what the hell happened to you?" he gestures to the obvious bandage under your chin ending over your head. if the ice pack you held your jaw doesn't give him the confirmation that it's broken then you don't know what does.

you sigh. missing the times where you could reply to this idiot.

the class atmosphere is just like any other you've encountered. surprisingly bright and chatty. all forms of sounds immediately halted once the door creaked open and crewel strutted in. he doesn't cast all of you a glance but you can see the approval when you all fall silent.

"hunt. name all the herbology we studied yesterday." you and your friend both exchange looks of relief. I'm so glad I didn't get picked.

not that you can recite it anyways. your friend snickers. thought they didn't speak you both reached a point in your friendship where you could understand through eye contact. you're so lucky.

be for real I'm literally in so much pain. you roll your eyes

as hunt enthusiastically does so you could hear a faint noise from the door. though in favor of continuing your 'conversation' with your friend you both ignore it.

only then when your friend pauses and gawks behind you do you stop.

"kingscholar. I'm suprised you decided to grace us with your presence." who the hell is kingscholar? a clear thump resounds behind you.

wow almost like if someone sat behind you but that's impossible because the guy behind you is always running his mouth and annoying you in every way possible.

AKA the seat was occupied and dude was already sitting there before you arrived. and if he was really your seatmate for what? months? you'd know that he does not get up at all.

"what the h—" speaking of there he is. why does he sound scared though? you wonder.

you turned and if you could make a sound, (to be more specific a scream of horror right now you would. loud and full of terror) holy fucking shit is that the guy you literally used the oldest trick in the book and ditched?

you aren't even given the opportunity to mask your expression.

malleus draconia | typically mysterious stranger that everyone goes insane over

the one you'll meet 'by chance'. actually the first few times you did meet was a complete coincidence but the following was just malleus knowing where you are and when. hence... he just is there..

in conclusion this dorm was really shitty. you sulk, placing a hand to support your body so you could lean but the quality of it had other plans.

you stare blankly at the piece that just broke off in your hand.

but you suppose you ought to be grateful. you sigh, throwing the piece aside. it's not everyday you get given a home for free. problem is the food though, I don't wanna starve.

let's see. very dusty bed or very dusty couch to retire in? you hum in contemplation. even the grass sounds better. you'd sleep outside if you could but the variety of insects just...

no.

it's has it's charm though. though you'd prefer it with less dust. atleast it's not haunted!

something creaks near you.

nevermind.

you would have screamed very, very loudly if the emerald eyes figure didn't place a finger to his mouth and you consider this.. random person to be very intimidating and it actually scared you to obedience and silence.

he raises a brow at your shell-shocked look. "w-who the fuck are you?!" you croak out.

at your words he seemed quite surprised like HE WASNT THE ONE ON YOUR TECHNICAL FRONT DOOR. "oh? it seems like you don't know me," he chuckles, as though pleased. no shit sherlock you don't know me either you grumble.

he smirks. "I'll leave that up to you to find out then," this bitch.

ever since that you always seem to encounter than random guy everywhere. what surprised you more is the fact that he actually goes to the school you go to, which you admit was a stupid thought cause he was on school grounds when you met him and this school doesn't let random people in.

even with the godly amount of times you both meet he.just.wont.tell.you.his.name. annoying the hell out of you because you can't keep calling him tsunotaro when his green haired dog came close to biting your leg off when you did.

even though you don't ask him to he always seems to be trailing after you wherever you go but you can't really tell since, he scarily does not make a single sound when he's following you. (which is strange because it's always silent when he's there, even in the crowded halls.) it's like someone just flipped a switch!

"isn't this a party? even the music stopped," you frowned.

tsunotaro casts a look at your confused face and shrugs with a smirk. "hm. I wonder why indeed,

he always seems to appear at the most convenient of times. he's honestly saved you many times from a pile of medical bills for accidents which is a relief and an anomaly in itself because that's just.. eerily mysterious.

if a person was involved it's like your luck is always there because you never see them again.

somehow you befriended some short dude who calls himself lilia and likes bats. you assume he knows your friend because he's always dancing thin circles around you practically flaunting his knowledge of your friends true name.

said lilia is the one that assures you that 'nothing came to harm to that person. I heard they're merely on vacation' which is strange cause you never mentioned them being hurt at all.

for a single day you left your usual spot with them in favor of sitting with your friends during lunch and the thunder storm that week was so bad that you had to just pray that the old wooden boards would be able to withstand the water and shelter you.

you watch a piece of your roof fly off into the unkown. "the weather forecast literally said it was gonna be sunny all day," you deadpan.

once his dog had almost came close to saying his name which was a pain because HE SHOT HIM ONE LOOK AND THE BOY IMMEDIATELY SHUT UP. you were literally shaking said dog trying to get his name out of curiosity and anticipation so when you look at tsunotaro with a glare of playful annoyance he actually droops and looks lost

that by the way. is only a fraction of weird stuff that happened after you 'met' malleus. met as in met once then meeting each other so often that you had just allowed him to follow you around and befriend you.

cause. can you blame yourself? he's very adorable in his own right even if your friends insist that he's literally terrifying. <- you deny it to defend tsunotaro cause he's the purest being on the planet! you say as your friends shiver at the figure behind you wearing an ominous smile.

they run away as you trail off. "hey you—! ugh.. what a bunch of assholes," you fume. who even runs off in the middle of a conversation? you wonder in your mind. did they dislike your friend so much that they'd run away? but you don't get it! you've been telling them how good your friend is and how wrong they are.

you scratch your head.

a voice clears their throat behind you as you blink then perk up.

when you turn tsunotaro is there in all his glory. dorned in the most simple school clothing yet looking so elegant, don't forget his pitch perfect posture. wow.. it's almost like he's a regal royal haha.. but that can't be right haha..

he looks.. upset.

you frown. "what's with the face?"

he tilts his head. "what face? I've always had my face since I was an egg,"

what. you blank. one thing about your friend was that he had weird.. vocabulary, you've heard it plenty of times but it doesn't make new ones less surprising to hear. as in embryo eggs? you grimace. again, weird.

you choose to ignore his response.

"you look sad," you clarify.

ah. very observant. he thinks. tsunotaro hums in contemplation. "you seemed upset with me earlier, naturally I got upset since you were. I just.. don't want our.. friendship—" his face shifts a little at the mention of friendship. "—to change after you know who I truly am,"

aw. your eyes soften. "tsunotaro.. I won't judge you it's alright, to be honest I don't really know anyone here and even if I did know you I would always find you and befriend you," you say firmly as his green eyes seems to be sparkling as he takes in your words.

it's settled then.

a calm period of silence crosses over the two of you. perhaps it's the relief knowing that he had finally expressed his reasoning. it's not that often you both talk in an emotional degree like this seeing as tsunotaro doesn't seem to have anything he kept from you.

even if he did you reckon he'd tell you pretty quickly.

"malleus.. draconia,"

"excuse me?" you blink.

he looks at your eyes deeply. searching them inch to inch making sure he takes in every feature of your face. he looks at you so seriously that it honestly makes your heart skip a little beat. "it is.. my name, you can call me what you'd like—" as though a curtain is being drawn right before your eyes. "—please do not let this change anything," he makes sure to add.

but there is no frightened yell over his name or the fearful eyes latched on his figure during everything he does.

but the welcoming warmth that the cold is too unlucky to not have.

there is only the eyes that is so blissfully ignorant. because beauty is in the eye of the beholder and you look at him like he's.. someone and no one at the same time.

malleus is not sure if he's happy that you are so unknownst to the perspective of others. they have a point, everything he's tied to demands intimidation. so even if you don't understand the significance of his name you take in every one of his imperfections and accept him wholly.

malleus would cut out not even a piece of his heart but just hand it to you on a silver platter cause that's you already have. though not his eyes, arms, or legs it's him. his heart is his whole and you have it.

your eyes crinkle. "how about mal?"

idia shroud | introvert cat lover, stranger danger aka hitoshi shinso 2.0 but more shy

that guy by the cat cafe is pretty weird.

besides the blue bundle on his head—that you refuse to call hair because hair has strands and by the blue, wavy flames framing his head there's obviously none on his head right now.

maybe that's what had gotten you stealing glances from across another table despite the research paper draft on your laptop that hasn't been changed for the past five minutes. you like to tell yourself that the only reason you're staring is because he's.. peculiar.

yeah nothing else!

since last month, where you started claiming a particular spot in the cat cafe. (not a normal one because you have something similar on your bucket list that includes getting buried by cats) you've never not seen flame boy over there in the cafe.

judging by his usual spot in the far corner where he thinks no one sees him this guy does not have a life but fuck that cause so do you.

life update: that bucket list goal is not gonna get achieved anytime soon cause you can't help but grimace away from the cats. you don't blame yourself cause since you got chased by a cat and proceeded to get beat up by it you steered clear from them.

and you can't literally dislike cats forever cause they're like.. a very common animal to see in the world and your delusional mind thinks that this silly little opinion will get you killed.

spoiler alert! it did not get you killed but it did get you working in the cafe temporarily since you literally forgot your wallet, therefore you can't pay for what you just ate. (which they would've let you off cause you're practically a regular now but somehow you narrowly avoiding a kitten made you bump into a vase) so.. yeah.. temporarily.. for a week atleast cause the vase was pretty costly and you're lucky theh let you off without a fee.

but labor instead sighs.

your temporary manager points to a table.

okay so maybe this will prove a little useful. you just want to get to know this dude for.. blackmail purposes.. nothing else.

"hi um—strawberry shortcake for idia?" you place the order in the counter carefully. raising your voice a pitch to let it reach the farthest table. you already knew that the flame boy is gonna come get it since it's hid order but you still hide your suprise when he does.

neither does he. in his very pretty, yellow eyes flashes recognition but it vanishes as he lowers his eyes. as though, nervous. "that's for me," he says quietly. bowing his head and muttering a quick thank you. before you know it he's already gone back to his abode full of kittens leaving you a little flabbergasted at his voice.

so idia was his name. what a pretty name.

the next day idia orders the same thing and with explicit permission you ask the temporary manager if they'd let you deliver it to his table personally (you lowkey felt bad for using their menory to convince them but you're on a mission here!)

"hi," you greet with a small smile. the boy avoids your eyes and instead focuses on the cup of coffee jelly beside his plate of shortcake. "uh—here's your order. I hope you don't mind, idia right?" he nods mutely as you slide the two dishes to him. little force so it won't slide off completely.

"I didn't order that—" he glances at your chest quickly, scanning your borrowed uniform for a sign of a name tag. you smile. "(name),"

"—(name)," he repeats slowly. internally panicking in his mine cause one. he knows you! somehow you're now working in the cafe and two, was this a game master ploy to assassinate him?

you glance at the coffee jelly. "it's complementary," complementary your ass you bought that with your own cash but he doesn't need to know that.

at some point you rushed through the paper to apply for the cafe part-time job just because you had enjoyed the time you served under idia. cause it gave you all the well I've to communicate with him since both of you are way. too awkward to do it normally.

it was a grueling two weeks of you waiting to get accepted and for once you felt accomplished when you received an email. wanna know the first thing you did? go straight to idia's table a few minutes after he arrives and slide him a coffee jelly.

a contrast to his wary expression his face visibly relaxes—and even brightens at your face. (beautiful, beautiful face.) "I'm back," you huff proudly, hugging your own clipboard to your chest and pointing at your personal name tag. "welcome back loser," idia snickers.

during the time you were giving him orders before you had managed to sneak a couple of words for conversation and boy did you learn a lot. to be honest those conversations was the reason you squeezed enough time in your schedule for this job. at some point you're convinced idia enjoyed it as much as you did because he even shyly asked if you played any games and had twstcord.

suprise suprise. idia was a freaking nerd and had.. weird humorous words. (in a joking, good way,) ever since you both exchanged info it was basically never sleeping in favor of talking 25/8. you like to say you were both exceptionally close and reached a peak in your relationship.

did you mention that idia had taught you the way of the cat?

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"what if they tear my eyes off?" you worry as idia forcefully gets you to lay on the grass with a small grunt. he deadpans at your words. "chill out. I'm a level 99 cat whisperer I got this," as you said. weird humor and words. still. it's reassuring enough.

then he just stands up to scoop up the cats he can find and pours them on you. giving you a heart attack everytime one leaves and he just yanks them back. you realize—"this.. this is heaven, I'm in heaven," you breathe out.

idia looks at you then pauses. oddly looking like the same the first time you've seen him. he grows quiet. ".. y-yeah,"

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"BTW where's the complimentary jelly?"

"there's none today. I'm freaking broke,"

"WDYM.. that has nothing to do with it cause it's complementary,"

"..."

"..."

(idia thinks the person in the cat cafe is weird.

in a good way he supposes.) but who is he to judge when said person just.. turned into someone he'd consider a player two?

note. umm just pretend that we get a broken jaw like that because it's for the sake of the plot LOL

send help it's like almost 1 in the morning and I just wrote for the whole period of midnight

not proofread

ko-fi

[weirdmarioenemies]

Name: Gamyga Debut: Super Smash Bros. Brawl

Hey! I want a turn on the "talking about Subspace Freaks"! Gimme! Gimme! Subspace was like, one of my formative Weird Enemy Experiences! How have I NOT talked about any of these guys yet?!

Gamyga has always been one of my favorite Subspace Emissary enemies, and you wanna know why? It's because I have good taste, that's why! I mean, this is a really visually striking design, if you ask me. The trophy description it has in Brawl describes it as looking "like an avant-garde work of art from some young art-school grad." That's awesome. You KNOW I love things that are weird and abstract and artsy and pretentious! Gamyga is right up my alley!

I'd say this enemy was made for me, but it was more-so made for the purpose of having a really tall enemy that can serve as a road block that can shoot lasers at you from above while you take it apart piece by piece... That is, unless you are brave enough to take out the mask first and watch the whole thing fall apart all at once!

Of course Mod Hooligon likes the abstract, multi-segmented enemy that you can slowly dismantle or alternatively attack the head of to deal with it instantly. So what? I have a type! Don't judge me! I see no difference, love is love!

As I said, this thing is tall, which probably adds to the visual-strikingness, especially when combined with the fact it pops out of the ground without warning when you get near it! No wonder this thing left such an impression on me. I mean, imagine if you were just taking a stroll in the park when this thing appeared in front of you without warning! How would you feel? Gamyga Jumpscared? Or perhaps Gamyga Pleasantly Surprised...?

Well, no, you would feel "in pain" on account of the Gamyga Laser Blasts.

Sometimes, springs or platforms will be placed nearby that let you jump over Gamyga, or alternatively you'll be playing as a character like Kirby or Pit who can just fly over it. Otherwise though, this thing is going to block your path and soak up a ton of damage. But hey, if it's gonna do that, it may as well look good while doing so!

Man, I spent so long talking about the Whole Enchilada that I haven't even gotten around to talking about the Gamyga Bases on their own! That's right! With every Gamyga, you get Five Guys for the price of one, with One (1) mask and four of These Things! Could a Gamyga be considered a form of colonial organism like a siphonophore...? You don't need to sell me on this thing any more than you already have!

Though maybe it'd be better to analyze these as being something mechanical, given their stiff movements, and how every time they wiggle their arms, it sounds like someone moving a pinball flipper. I almost feel this design would be more interesting if it was biological, but there's something enticing about describing these things as being like "a robotic siphonophore". I honestly don't know which interpretation appeals to me more.

The posing of the arms and the hollow facial features almost remind me of the haniwa statues Gyroids are modeled after, but the presence of pupils and Teeth here makes them look considerably freakier, which as far as I'm concerned is only a good thing. Watch out! Gamyga Base can BITE YOU! Not in the game, mind you. I'm talking about real life.

Gamyga was one of the Subspace enemies they decided to give a trophy in Super Smash Bros. for Nintendo 3DS, for some reason. It's not in Smash Run at all, so I guess whoever was deciding on what things to include as trophies in this game just believed Gamyga was an absolutely vital part of Nintendo history that people needed to be aware of.

They were right, for the record.

[marvel-starwarsfangirl]

Natlan Archon Quest 5.1 Thoughts and Theories

Compared to the last archon quest, this was a major step up for me in all aspects. There was a sense of grandness to it all, especially with the music and animation. Also, I'm so weak for Capitano you guys. His voice 😍🥵 alright I'll stop. But my Capitano agenda is far from over.

Spoilers below

Boy oh boy did I enjoy seeing everyone rally together to fight the Abyss. And the Abyss I felt was a pretty legitimate threat. (side note: i'm glad they didn't make us wait for the next patch to see the actual battle). The map was consumed by Abyssal power, reminding me of that one Enkanomiya event. And people died. You'd get to sites with people and everyone would be gone. It was lowkey chilling and Genshin really has stepped up in terms of how dark it wants the story to be. Chasca's sister, Chuychu, didn't make it. Their final words to each other were really heartfelt and it was sad to watch them say goodbye.

On a much lighter note, the cutscenes of Mavuika and the six heroes using their powers was soooo freaking cool, especially with the music. Side note, I'm glad they didn't shove the Traveler in as the final hero since this wasn't their fight technically. I loved seeing Mavuika use all her abilities and create that giant starburst thing in the sky to fight the Abyss. It gave me major Endgame vibes ngl. I was having a blast. This quest also made me really love Mavuika. She cares so deeply about her people and home that she'd sacrifice herself to save it all. It's a heavy price, but she's willing to pay it. Aside from Mavuika's selfless nature, she also looked epic when she fought the Abyss in the sky.

The new characters in general I really enjoyed, especially Ororon. I do like his design and I love how his voice tone changes from serious to almost childish when talking to Citlali. And his lore is really fascinating since he has an incomplete soul. Citlali gives me major Faruzan energy, but she has a beautiful design and she's pretty relatable imo with her awkwardness. I liked her a lot. Xilonen had a lot of charisma imo. Although I haven't figured out how to use her on the field during her playable segments.

And Capitano. My gosh did this man become very interesting. Not only is he Khaenri'ahn, but apparently his face is rotting from living for so long AND he knows Dain. He's a lot more tragic than I initially expected, having lost everything and everyone to the cataclysm. And out of all the Harbingers, alongside Childe (maybe Arlecchino with the HoH), he's definitely one of the more altruistic ones. His methods were extreme, but at the end of the day, he wanted to save Natlan, having lost so much already. Capitano was willing to put aside his own pride with his plan and listen to Mavuika's, helping her and the others defend their home. He even gave her all his soldiers to have for reinforcements. He's not driven by evil the way Dottore is or is vengeful to a destructive degree like Scaramouche. He's honorable and driven by the pain of his past. Vengeance too probably, but he didn't wipe Natlan clean to save it.

The lore was also fascinating. To talk to the Lord of the Night was really cool and I loved getting to know more about Teyvat as a whole. Btw, the "sky is fake" claim is finally proven true.

Overall, I was very satisfied with this Archon quest and could honestly watch a whole show on Natlan trying to fend off the Abyss. It reminds me of the Long Night but significantly better executed on almost all fronts (music still slapped).

Going forward, I definitely think we will see Mavuika die but either it won't be in the typical way or she will return in another form like Furina. Given how she's playable, Hoyo will find the loophole. But yeah, Mavuika will have to pay a heavy price. And it appears Capitano will as well. He still has his "final foe" to face and Ronova apparently sent him on his journey. Of course, the price for messing with death your own life, which Mavuika will have to pay. It seems like whatever Capitano is asking of the Lord of Night also will either lead to his own demise or some sort of demise. Either way, both characters are going to be facing a heavy price. I'm really excited to see the final face off with the Abyss and what will become of both Capitano and Mavuika.

The sky being fake caught my eye specifically because the edges of the hole and the void are reminiscent of the power used by the unknown god in the beginning of the game. Could the unknown god reside out in that void? Did she have a hand in creating Teyvat? Is Teyvat even a "real" world or is it something else entirely? So many questions. I look forward to getting answers and I love the small detail of the hole being covered by smoke. it would cause mass hysteria if one moment, you were fighting for your very home and then another bombshell about the sky being fake is thrown at you.

My only major nitpick is that the Natlan archon quest is almost beat for beat Fontaine's with some exceptions of course.

You got:

big existential, life threatening event that has been steadily building up for years and years

a Fatui harbinger who offers aid because they got their own stakes in this (said Harbinger is also Khaenri'ahn)

the archon has to die because they used powers that are kinda taboo

there are minor incidents prior to the actual existential event

said event has been known about by the archon for hundreds of years and preparations have been made

the day is saved by the archon (or dragon) flying up into the sky and using their awesome power to save everyone

supporting characters die protecting others (Silver and Melus you were the real ones)

The archon quest is still fantastic, but the overall formula was very similar. (it was also weird to not hear Kinich or Kachina but I get the reason).

Anyways, what did you guys think and are you excited for the next chapter???

[amournoir]

play toy 🧸

characters: f!reader x innocent!rafe cameron

warning: does implied smut count?

count: 1k

note: okay so i decided to do a thing. it’s a very short blurb but please lmk what you think!?

It was a random day in the middle of the week but when the Camerons throw a party, attendance is not a question. I had been friends with the kooks since childhood although I was something of a hybrid, kook mother and pogue father, I still fit in both world. Sarah, a few of her friends, and I had been in her room enjoying the party from there. After a while, they left but I remained, there was a knock on the door then her brother walked in. Rafe noticed me sitting on her bed and immediately walked up to me, “Who are you and why are you in my sister's room?"

“I’m Sarah’s best friend, Y/N.”

He eyes you up and down, “Best friend eh? You two been 'best friends'?”

I smirked and replied, “Yeah, I like having fun with her if you know what I mean.” It’s not as though Rafe had never met me, he had dozens of times but majority of those were in public settings or when he wasn’t drunk out of his mind.

“Oh I bet you have. How long have you two been 'best friends'?”

“Almost two years now.”

“Two years and I haven't seen you? I would have thought you two would have been inseparable, have you spent the night with her?”

Rafe was suspicious of me and my intentions with his sister but it felt less like him being a caring big brother and more of him just being nosy with a hint of jealousy. So of course I was going to play along.

“Why do you care who I’ve spent the night with?” I ask with a slight raise of my brow. “And you have seen me, you’d remember if only you weren’t an alcoholic frat boy.”

“I just don't think my sister should be hanging around such a...” He glances my way with a slight look of disdain. “Type of person.”

“Oh I get it. You’re just jealous I’ve never spent the night with you.”

“Why would I be interested in you? You're too trashy for anyone to want to be with including your supposed best friend who should have much better priorities.”

“Your mouth says trashy but that bulge in your pants says otherwise and so do your eyes.” I smile playfully at him, “Have you been watching me Cameron?”

He is taken aback by the remark, a slight blush rising to his cheeks and his heart starts racing. He crosses his arms over his chest and leans against the dresser. Rafe doesn’t respond, he just glares at me quietly.

“You know, I think I might spend the night with Sarah tonight. But don’t worry, I promise we won’t be too loud.” I wink at him knowing full well it’d get under his skin.

“You fucking—” Rafe tries to keep it together but is becoming more enraged by the minute. “I swear if you so much as even touch her.”

“Oh I’ve done far more than touch her. Your little sis is such a freak, don’t you know? She loves going down on me.”

“No. She wouldn't.” He shakes his head, either to deny it or erase the image from his head, who knows. His face is becoming more red with anger the more I continue to talk. “She's...my sister!”

“Yes and she’s my special girl. And just for that I’ll be sure you hear how loud I make her.”

“N...No. You—” Rafe is trying his absolute best to remain calm, but the thought of his sweet little sister with another girl is far too much for him to bear.

“She’s such a good girl when she’s tearing up especially when she begs me to keep going.” I honestly can’t stop. Who knew all I had to do to get under his skin was tease him about his sister’s sluttiness.

I can see the effect my crude comments have on him, they are making him feel sick to his stomach. His chest is quickly rising and falling, getting tighter as his breathing becomes heavy and quick. “STOP! Just stop!”

I smirk and ask, “Why don’t you make me Cameron?”

He glares at me, uncrossing his arms from his chest and clenches his fists. “I could.”

I pull myself to the edge of her bed and let my feet dangle off the side. I look at him and simply say, “I’ll make you a deal. I’ll stop playing with your sweet Sarah if you become my play toy.”

He is speechless but his eyes narrow. “You're serious? You would really leave my sister alone if I did...that…for you?”

I shrug nonchalantly and add, “I might screw her one more time for old times sake but yeah, I will.”

I can see the internal battle going on just by reading his face. Rafe’s body is filled with a mix of rage and excitement but he can't decide which emotion he is feeling more. My interest is slightly piqued just by watching him actually consider my offer.

“Five seconds Rafe before she returns and I bend her pretty firm ass over this bed as you watch.”

He unclenches his fist and lets out a heavy sigh before nodding his head in agreement.

“Say it.”

There's a long pause. Rafe's eyes water and he is visibly shaking but eventually he is able to respond, “I— I…will be your play toy.”

“Good boy.” I smile in satisfaction just as Sarah walks in. She’s in a short black skirt and a white tube top with the first two buttons open. I look over at Rafe and instruct Sarah whilst keeping my eyes on him, “Be a good girl and get on your hands and knees on the bed for me.”

His eyes instantly widen. I couldn’t believe that he would actually agree to being my play thing. I could just see the rage-filled thoughts running through his mind and the helplessness coursing through him as he watches his precious little sister obey. Still locking my eyes with Rafe’s, I flip over Sarah’s skirt, exposing her thong and slap her ass.

“Good. Now let’s get started.”

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[stormblessed95]

Jimins Billboard Live!

This is the sweetest, cutest man ever. Just casually looks like PERFECTION at 3 am while sick. The only person who could ever honestly.

He was soooo cute. I'm not going to get into it, really at all. I'm just noting the things we've all noted in regards to jikook. And then moving on.

I saw some people saying they heard JKs voice during this live in the background/JM talking to someone quietly. I disagree, but that's fine. It's just barely there noise. People can think of that what they will. What I DO want to point out and giggle over just a little is the stupid I'm ___ wife" jokes. Lol he pretend greeted Taehyungs wife and Yoongis wife. And then gave the joke up when someone once again claimed to be JKs wife. He went from chuckling, to a smile still but basically told us no. 🤣 "I think Jungkook is asleep right now"

It's giving the same energy as saying "if that's your man, why is he in my bed? 🤨" And I was cracking up! Side note, these comments are stupid and aren't funny anymore. The jokes gone too far. Please stop being weird about it

Also a mention of Jimin saying he doesn't want to scream and be too loud because he is at home, not at a studio or the company. When sweet Hobi was encouraging him to celebrate big and loud. I know those apartments he and Joon bought are freaking huge and probably built very well. I don't think he really has to worry too much about neighborly noise complaints. Lol just being a good neighbor here Jimin? He would be overly considerate about that kinda stuff I'm sure 😂

And Jimin is so private. Lmao everyone lost their shit over being able to tell of his curtains and that he owns 2 gaming chairs 🤣 he keeps his shit locked down!

One chair with a neck pillow, one without. And the neck pillow was the same one that JK uses in his studio at the company. On a chair that is a different brand. But the neck pillow matches the brand of chairs from Jimins home. Interesting coincidence if nothing else. Lol

Now that Jimin is home more and isn't practically living with his producers and having an insanely tiring schedule, think they are having sleepovers more often again? Lol who knows! Certainly not me!

If nothing else, it's really cute that they are once again matching in gaming chair accessories. Lmao they must shop together 🤣

Anyways, watch the live if you haven't. Jimin is the sweetest person alive. He deserves the world. And I hope he is feeling better now 💜

[kharmii]

I shouldn't get annoyed by it but I can't help but get annoyed by the obvious favoritsm going on in the Submas fandom...

I dunno its frustrating to see a pair of twins constantly being put up like that and pit against each other when their true strength is in them being close and together....

It makes me loose my interest because its the big names doing the favoritsm and it feels like everyone is following their lead.

I'm usually someone who doesn't complain much about things going on in fandom (I thankfully managed to avoid the gross stuff so far, thanks to the block button where everything that makes me uncomfortable or doesn't spark interest gets the boot.) But I feel the more I stay silent the more upset I get.

It's not only the favoritsm that annoys me but also the deconstruction of the character. Its basically just a skinsuit for someone's OC and that ticks me off so much.

It ticks me off when media does it with established characters and it ticks me off when some alphabet freaks do it in my fandom.

The japanese fandom is such a breath of fresh air. They do diverge a lot too but it doesn't feel like OC material... and at the core the twins are still themselves.

Honestly this is also a reason I don't mind shippers. I don't like the ship in of itself but I do appreciate that they're still themselves for the most part. Just with some kinks and fetishes shoved in. (some more alright then others... a lot of them are... ewwwwww)

But yeah I hope it's okay to vent out a little here. I'm not someone actively in the fandom more a silent fan from the sidelines but it just bothers me how the fandom devolved over time into that hive of scum and villany it is now.

I'm not sure if I understand 100% what you are saying, but it might be because I don't know who the popular artists are anymore. Seems like most of them have lost interest and are being replaced by new people with recent fixations. Even looking at the tags with another account that everybody hasn't blocked, I'm still not seeing the same people I saw when PLA was at the height of popularity.

Even the Volo tag is lagging. Masters just did an event with him in it, and the tags didn't even blow up. I didn't see any of that clique of people who badmouthed me on Discord over what I said about trans people. This is why Japanese artists are the best. They haven't slowed down on content. I'm still seeing regular art of almost everything I'm into.

Maybe you're talking about fans who post one and not the other? In some context that works -such as PLA fans where Ingo is there with no Emmet- but a lot of fans also treat Emmet as a self-insert. I see that a lot....like he's austistic LIKE ME and I want to make him this stand-up guy. Am I the only one who has ever written fan fics where Emmet beats Volo at something and is a total douche about it? -Like he does end-zone dances and is all like IN YOUR FACE!! (.....because in the very first games, he'd taunt you if you lost against him). People take them both too seriously sometimes.

At least I can tone out all that other stuff and still find the sweet angst with the Japanese artists.

Art credit: ぽち@oniptt Twitter.

Side note: I hear ya about deconstructing a character and making it about the alphabet sexual nonsense. Someone did that recently on a Geten RP blog on Twitter. They were all like, "This Geten is asexual agender aromantic, has sharp teeth, eats human flesh and raw meat.."

I'm thinking....I don't like the goofy fetishes, but I do like me some shipping. There has to be a happy medium here, like this is what people are like if they don't have sexual fantasies to fall back on. It's like......I'm not into sex and romance, so all I have to fall back on is cannibalism. Yep, cannibalism, and I'm happy about it, godammaaaaaaattt!!!!!

[lilliancdoodles]

Hi, hope you’re doing well!

I really enjoy your art (especially the one for the mer au) and you’re my favourite FitMC/Pactw live blogger (mainly bc I have to work during their streams so I feel like I am in the loop when I see your posts haha).

I saw that you made a fic rec list in February and I really enjoyed your recommendations!

Do you have any more fitpac fic recommendations (or qsmp fics in general)?

Thank you!

Oiiii

I'm really glad you like the Mer art!! I'm really proud of it and im working on something that should put most of the character sheets to use. ;) . Also happy to help with the live blogging. idk how i got here i just like doing it i guess XD.

FIC RECS!!! Im so glad that you used the list and im more happy that you liked them!!! Admittedly im not in the tag as much as I was early on but I do still have a few recommendations!! All that it meant (and all that it did not) (by @yb-cringe) - On going Fantsy AU fic focusing on Fit and Ramon. only has one chapter so far but I like it a lot. Since it's only one chapter i don't want to spoil much, but the world building seems super interesting with Madagio and the border and everything. It's a prequel to a Fitpac fic that will get written later but I love fit and ramon fics so this is amazing. I'm really interested to see where it will go

I'm worried 'bout the future, aint fuckin' with the past (by @tastytoastz) - On going Time Travel AU where Tazercraft travels back in time 8 years to 2b2t. If you haven't seen me reblogging every chapter of this and freaking out, please take this as the sign to read it. It's a wonderful look at how 2b affected Fit especially while he was in the middle of it, and how it still affected him years later on Quesadilla island. It's such a good fic like everything Toast writes <333

Lightning and Thunder (by ..... Tastytoast (you can fight me if me recommending literally everything toast has ever written is a problem (/j /lh)) - One shot were Fit has trauma from lighting storms on 2b2t and Pac comforts him when one causes him to panic. Very sweet fic of protective fitmc. It's also an english translation of Blixtar och dunder (also by Toast).

Maybe you really are Alive (by @yourfauxentropy) - On going, Detroit Become Human AU , also only one chapter so far. Pac is Connor and Fit is Hank. I had a big dbh phase so im really looking forward to this one and seeing what they add

I think your roommate is hotter (by @fitpacs) - One-shot were Pac and Cellbit are friends with benefits but Pac meets Cellbit's new roommate Fit and it goes from there. It's really good and one of my favorites from Fitpacs. I read it a while ago honestly surprised it wasn't on my first list

hypotheticals (by @tinkatonic) - One-shot of Fit and Pac in different worlds, and in some of them they get to kiss. A bunch of mini peaks into different AU's like royalty, roommates, and a few others i don't want to spoil. But it's absolutely lovely and I love all of the au's so much.

Hideduo Stardew Valley AU (by @hepbaestus) - This is a series as opposed to a one shot or chapter-ed fic, but it's a Rose Family centric au series (including Rosa, Fitpacs fan child) They're all so cute, the last one made me cry. Im also happy that Richas is getting included in Rose Family stuff, i feel like he gets left out a lot.

to love is to be changed (by hepbaestus) - One-shot fic following the popular headcannon that the eggs adapted features of their parents, and this is when Ramon's eyes change to look like pacs. It's so sweet and wonderful. Hep my beloved.

Like a parody of Tantalus (by InconvenientImmortal; @shikai-the-storyteller here on tumblr) - Ongoing (?) Pac centric fic that hasn't been updated in a while, but it's still amazing. It focus on pac's relationship with food, love, and him growing up. This first chapter is so wonderful and his relationship with Isa is so sweet. There's only one chapter so far but if it ever updates i would love to keep reading it.

Teeth, Talons, and Hearts (by WyldChild) - On going modern au (i think?) where most of our cast were federation experiments but all broke out at some point and dedicate themselves to helping others who are lab experiments. They rescue 11 dragon hybrid kids and thats about where the fic is, but it follows Fit's pov and it's going to be FitPac eventually, and raising Ramon and Richas. It is a pretty dark au, the federation are EVIL, and the kids have been through hell, so pay attention to the tags and the warnings before reading. I can easily see how this isn't everyones cup of tea, but im liking it so far.

heaven found in a hellhole. (by kmsquill) - One shot purgatory fic where fit and pac get stuck in a hole hiding from Bolas and they spend that time talking and totally just being roommates. I think it's best described with two of the tags they have '#kissing #woah who put that kissing tag there' My favorite purgatory fic, honestly should have submitted it to the awards.

I said I had a few and i think this list is almost the same length as the last one. There's at least 4 more that I haven't read yet so i don't want to recommend them yet but once I do i'll probably make another post. Hope this has some stuff you would be interested in!!!

(and for anyone else here is the og fic rec list)

[smutlord-supreme]

I just saw the cod: reaction to stalker post and I just have to say HOW I LOVE IT SO MUCH AND IT’S SO COMFORTING BECAUSE SAME. 💕😔✊ I don’t know if requests are open, but if it isn’t I just want to say I loved your post. However, if it is I would be really interested in a full length piece. Any characters are good for me because the way you’ve written them is really comforting. 💖

Thank you so much! I'm always looking for excuses to write so of course requests are open! Please excuse the fact that this was typed up at 9pm on a work night so it may not be perfect. (Plus autocorrect is on and we're like mortal enemies). I also chose Gaz because honestly I haven't seen any X Reader fics of Gaz and I find that super sad.

Without further ado.

The Watcher

Gaz x Reader

2.4k words

Warnings: Stalking, implied dating, very (and I mean very) little implied sexual relationship

You get some concerning texts and tell your boyfreund Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick about them.

You were always the cool headed one. Unlike Gaz who tended to be impulsive. So when you sat him down one day for a talk he assumed one of two things, you were breaking up with him, or you were dying.

You sat him down on your sectional, body facing him, but eyes on the ground. His heart was breaking at a thousand beats per minute, mind searching every little thing that had happened over the last few months. The moments you took to compose yourself causing the blood to rush in his ears.

"I have something to show you." You broke the silence, pulling out your phone and opening it to a text conversation. Scrolling all the way to the top you hand him the phone in silence. Allowing him to read.

After those first few messages the texted is silent until an hour ago. Where they send a photo of the outside of your apartment.

When Gaz is done reading he jumps off the couch and runs to the nearest window, peering down at the street corner that the photo was taken from.

"I already looked no one was there." You sounded dejected and exhausted. Almost resigned to the fact someone was peering in your windows at 11am.

"WTF baby, why didn't you tell me when you woke up?" It was a good question, every morning when you woke uo you would make time to read and respond to messages. And that was hours ago.

"I thought it was a prank at first. I used to get messages like this all the time before I met you. I figured it was one of my freinds with new number trying to freak me out." You shrugged your shoulders, letting them hang low. You propped your elbows on your knew and layed your forehead in you Palms. Cradling your skull like it suddenly weighed a hundred pounds.

Gaz sat back down on the couch, throwing one arm around you. Grabbing onto your should opposite to him and rubbing it lightly with his thumb. "Hey, hey, it's ok. I don't think I'd know what to think at first either. I'm not trying to blame you." He scratched his stubble with his free hand, thinking. "Is there any chance it's still one of your freinds?"

You shook your head, still cradled in your hands. " I texted everyone, no one fessed up and none if my freinds would go this far for a practical joke."

He made a hmm noise before standing back up. He grabbed your arm and hauled you off the couch. "Come on let's get you in the shower, I think you need a reset."

Dispite being positive and chipper as normal, anger radiated off of Gaz. He was smiling but his eyes were dark and full of hate. You weren't afraid of him, but you also had a feeling that he didn't want you to say no. And anyways, Gaz normally knew what was best for you.

You trailed after him to your shared bathroom, sitting down on the toilet while he got the water to the perfect temperature. "Get in, I'll throw a towel in the dryer for when you get out." You couldn't lie the steam radiating off of the shower was tempting so you stripped and stepped in while he closed the door and left you to your devices.

Most days Gaz would be begging to join you, but today there was none of that. Adding to your feeling of unease. As you washed your hair you heard the dryer start on the other side of the house. Not long after Gaz was on the phone with someone, speaking softly so you couldn't understand him. Although, in the small flat it was impossible to hide the fact that he was talking.

Soon you stepped out, turning the water off, still standing in the shower for a moment while Gaz said his goodbyes. Puttering across the Flat and grabbing the towel before opening the bathroom door. He wrapped you up, hugging you tightly as he did. "It's all going to be ok. Let sit down and watch something for a bit. I hear a new episode came out of your favorite show."

He hated that show. You and Gaz may share many traits, but taste in TV as not one of those. Still he made time to watch every episode with you, even recording them on DVR. He always said DVR was the best way to watch things, he hated streaming services.

You dried off and he gave you a pair of his sweats and a plain white t-shirt before embracing you and falling onto the couch. You laid there for most of the episode. Almost falling asleep with his warmth beside you.

------

You were jolted by a knock at the door. Gaz ran to the door while you huddled at the end of the couch, worried it was your stalker. He swung the door open. Embracing the man on the other side of the door like an old brother. "Brody!" He clapped the man on his back. "Aren't you a sight for sore eyes. Have you lost weight?"

Gaz was always like this around his freinds, all charisma. (Although around people he was interested in romantically? That's something different all together. It was still a miracle he ever managed to pull you. Maybe you just like the awkward charm and bad jokes). The man stepped into your home, grinning from ear to ear and reciprocating Gaz's enthusiasm. He was wearing a policemen's uniform with the hat tucked under his elbow.

"Good to see you old freind. I've got to say I was not expecting a call like this. You always seem to take care of shit on your own, whether we like you to or not."

The police were still bitter that Gaz had left to join the 141. Alot of his freinds were on the force, and it had taken a while for them to be on speaking terms again. It warmed your heart to see that they still answered his call.

... his call. He had called the cops. Without telling you.

You couldn't lie you were a little peeved. But you never would have called yourself. You didn't like the idea of sitting and waiting for some stranger to come to your home, making you relive your worst memories.

The officer walked over to you extending a hand to your huddled position. "Brody Sangster at your service." You took it, shaking it firmly, suddenly hyper aware of your dripping hair and casual clothing.

"Nice to meet you Officer Sangster. Please have a seat." You un-hunched yourself, sitting upright on the far end of the couch, extending a hand to signal him to sit on the other end. Gaz plopped himself in a armchair to your left, holding your hand that dangled over the edge.

"I've heard you've had quite a scare. Care to tell me about it?" He pulled out a small notepad and pen from his breast pocket.

You glanced at Gaz who nodded. "I know it's scary and I know it's sudden but you wouldn't have called on your own."

You sigh and nod. "I know, it's probably for the best. Better to get this out now before it gets worse." You told Brody about the texts and the photo from the unkown number. He nodded as you spoke, asking to see the messages, which you eagerly showed him.

"Thank you for the information, I just have a few more questions if you're willing?" You nod. "Thank you, now have there been any other weird occurrences over the last few days? Cars following you, unknown calls that hang up shortly after, people asking after you to your freinds or coworkers?"

You shake your head, "not that I know of."

He writes "thank you again, one last question. Have you ever had something like this happen before?"

Your eyes go wide and you glance at Gaz before looking back at the officer. You nod slowly.

Gaz sits foreward, "how come you've never told me this?" He looks more concerned than upset.

"I was still in high school then, it never really came up. Plus last I heard he was in prison." A small shake comes to your voice as you remember him.

You had transferred halfway through the year with no freinds to speak of. Everyone at the small town school had formed clicks already without you, so you were left eating lunch alone most days.

You had first noticed him staring at you about a month into the semester. He never seemed to blink when you saw him out of your perefreal, but when you turned your head he suddenly had something more interesting.

You tried to talk to him few times, which turned out to be a massive mistake. He took this olive branch as an entire tree and began to follow you everywhere. Walking you to classes, eating lunch together, studying together, even going as far as to follow you home on multiple occasions.

Honestly you were just happy to have a freind, so you ignored all the red flags. Your next year of high school was better, you made new freinds, excelled in classes and even joined after school clubs. You still hung out with the boy of course, but you had other things to do now too.

He hated that.

Soon you found threatening notes in your book bag and your home vandalized on multiple occasions. It took months to catch him in the act, but afterwards he was quickly kicked from school.

That didn't stop him though. The threats continued and intensified up until you graduated and moved away. He seemed to be in love with you. Taking every chance he had to profess it. It all culminated in his arrest your senior year, when he had attacked your ex boyfreind in a park. Slicing the side of his face open. You had never been so terrified in your life.

"Babe?" Gaz's voice came to you over your own thoughts. "I think the officer has enough, why don't you go lay down?"

You were exhausted and just nodded, dragging yourself off the couch and to the bedroom.

You heard Gaz say a few goodbyes and the door closing and locking (louder than was normal, almost like he was putting on a show). You heard him fiddling with all of the windows for a couple of minutes before he joined you in your bedroom.

He sat on the edge of the bed with a squeak. "Hey babe, I'm sorry about that, I know that was hard. Hopefully they'll catch the guy soon and you won't have to think about him ever again." He began rubbing between your shoulders in slow rhythmic movements.

You rolled over and grabbed his hand kissing his knuckles. "I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little peeved, but your heart was in the right place. I don't think I would have had the strength to do that myself." You raised the covers inviting him in. He gladly obliged, holding you to his chest as you both settled off to sleep.

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The next few days were largely uneventful. No new texts or photos, although a box of xhoxolates did show up at the front desk for you, but Gaz had given them the rundown (he had been driving you to work and back everyday) and they had been thrown away immediately.

It was the fifth day when you finally got a call from Brody.

"Hey, I've got some updates for you. Do you have a place to sit?"

You were at home in the kitchen making some tea when he called. You ran into the the living room, putting the phone on speaker. You plopped yourself next to Gaz and slapped him arm a few time so he would pat attention.

"Im sitting now. What do you have to tell me?"

"We caught the guy about 30 minutes ago..." He took a pause looking for words. "Umm... idk how else to say this but he was living in the unit below you. He got out of prison sometime last month and dropped off the radar. Got fake papers and everything."

Your blood ran cold. He was so close this whole time. Gaz took the phone from your hand as you processed what Brody had said. The blood rushing in your ears.

"Thank you officer can you do me one more favor... as a freind?"

Less than a half hour later you were standing in front of a line up of 5 men. Something completely unnecessary as the culprit had fressed up the moment he had been caught.

You and Gaz scanned their faces. #4 was your man.

"Damn he's ugly." Gaz said. A grin on his face. "How the fuck he ever thought he'd pull you is beyond me." You smile tightly still confused by this whole interaction. Gaz continues.  "He looks like a Muppet bred with a kangaroo." You let off a little laugh at this strangely apt quip.

"He does doesn't he."

"Yeah, and look at how he's dressed. Khaki cargo shorts? In this cold? What a douche. I bet he thinks those sunglasses make him real hot too." You laughed louder at this.

"What are we doing here Gaz?" You asked him, the light returning to your eyes after the stress of the last few days.

"Oh I just wanted to know what you were missing out on. And I'm gonna tell you it's not much. Unless your into that crazed history professor on vacation look... you know the ear hair is growing on me I think." He pokes your side making you laugh before turning to the officer at the door. "I think we're done here, thank you."

The woman nods before opening the door. Gaz grabs your hand as you leave.

"See they got him, we don't have to worry. He even violated parole, he's not coming out for a long time." You smile at him.

"Thank you Gaz, I actually feel alot better now."

"I love you so much." He stops and presses his forehead to yours.

"I love you too," you whisper in return.

He straightens back up and smiles at you. "Idk about you but I'm starving, what do you think about Indian?"

"That sounds wonderful."

Post: Gaz pays for you both to break the lease on your shared apartment. You don't mention that it makes you uncomfortable, but he just seems to know it weird you out that he was living below you. He buys a small townhouse, no bigger than your old home, but without any upstairs or downstairs neighbors.

[distant--shadow]

I don’t know how to reconcile my love for Imodna and my fear that they’re going to not be end game… which is causing me a fear of purchasing artworks. Do you have any advice?

I’m afraid I’ll do it, hang it, love it and be completely heartbroken and want/need to take it down. OR, they do end up together, I don’t buy the art and then the art won’t be available that long down the line. I have stress and fear..

Sorry if this is dumb

hey there! first off, it ain't dumb. I know I freak out a little bit at the reality of when this campaign will be over, and I was the same with c2, jester was my character of all time and I had been watching live since the first episode aired, it's a lot of time to spend with a character/characters and real understandable to feel that way. it's always bittersweet, but life moves on

and I guess that's it, you have to enjoy what you enjoy whilst you have it. this is a show that's a lot like life, in that your favourite character could easily die one week without much rhyme or reason, no scripted foreshadowed build up. so give yourself to enjoying that thing whilst its here, share that enjoyment with others, and know that in the future there won't be an empty void - there will be something else.

speaking from the point of view of an artist, yeah, of course I think any of us would really appreciate the support, it's rough times, and once again, i can say from experience it's real nice to have that artwork there to see whilst you care about it. enriched environment and all that. and it's hard to say who's enthusiasm will stay, whether the couple is still together in canon or not, or once the show is over. I'm not someone who dabbles in more than one fandom at a time and this is the most I've committed myself to one, personally, but also personally, I'm a slutty aromantic so like whilst I do really care for imodna as a ship and all of that, it's kinda always been Imogen first for me. a whole lot of us were invested in them as a couple before it happened, I'm sure a lot of us would have been invested in it regardless, and we can still love what we were given either way. I love the story of it, I think for me the bump in the road makes it even more interesting, and something we haven't really been given by a CR romance during the campaign before (maybe we had in c1 idk I didn't watch it)

also, getting personal again, I'm also old enough to be of a generation where there wasn't a lot of queer rep. there was a lot of settling for subtle glances and heavy subtext. what we've had already has been so good, I really enjoy it, I love that we're already passed a time of like, well we don't have a lot of queer rep so everything we do has to be all lawful good alligned flowers and smiles and basically rebranded heteronormative fairytale romance but with coming-out grief, it's so far from beauyasha baybeeeee endgame and honestly for me that's perfect. these two have always had great charisma acting together and I love the layers and complexities we get from these two particular characters working out being in a romantic relationship with the burdens they carry, those years they had together before the campaign started and all of that ground we can play with, how they saved eachother...

have fun, try not to stress about being legitimised by others, enjoy your corners of fandom and fic and art and meta and interactions and your own conclusions and attractions and relations. take all the joy you can from the little things in life. make them as big as you want them to be.

[bardic-inspo]

Unsolicited Lore Dump

Thanks to the wonderful @paganwitchisis and @pinkberrytea for the tags! This is such a fun get-to-know you game!

Do you make your bed? No and I have no shame about it because I honestly don't really see the point. I straighten the covers at night before getting in.

Favorite number? Numbers greater than 10 with 2 in it! 12, 22, 32, etc.

What's your job? I work in HR, but not in hiring/firing/performance management. I do benefits administration, specifically for a closed pension plan. This means I work with a lot of retirees and older folks. I also work on transitioning active employees into retirement, benefits for beneficiaries when someone passes away, and setting up benefits splits resulting from divorces.

If you could go back to school would you? Not full time, no. I am too burnt out to flourish in that environment. I did 18 credits + two jobs my last three or so semesters of undergrad and that fried me something awful even this far removed from it. BUT, if I could cut my work schedule in half (without a drop in income) and take 1-2 classes at a time, I certainly would. I'd like to take foreign language classes, and I've always really love social sciences courses. I have a minor in poli sci that could be cool to turn into a complete degree/major.

Can you parallel park? Decently, yes. I could with my old compact car, but I'm much better now that I have a back-up cam.

Do you think aliens are real? Yes in the sense in that the universe is vast and it seems highly unlikely we're the only life forms in it. But I don't think it's anything like movies or video games might make it out to be. I think it's also possible that lifeforms used to exist elsewhere or will someday exist elsewhere but have either gone extinct or haven't yet emerged.

Can you drive a manual car? Nope, and I don't really have interest in learning.

What's your guilty pleasure? I'm working hard to have less and less guilt about any pleasures I have. But I suppose I'd say fanfic and hyperfixating on video game characters in general. Beyond just enjoying the game itself; really deep diving and getting sucked into a character or character(s) and running through rabbit holes imagining them in all sorts of scenarios, AUs, etc.

Tattoos? Yes! I have carpe diem on one foot, and a celtic triple spiral on another, gotten at age 18 and 19 respectively. I want to get a dragon someday, and have toyed with the idea of getting a 'sister' tattoo with it of willowherb (said to be the first sort of plant that comes back after a forest fire). I've also toyed with the idea of the dragon in more of a resting position, breathing to life a little campfire.

Favorite color? Purple or blue. I also like winey colors (reds and purples)

Favorite types of music? My music taste is incredibly eclectic, but I'd broadly say pop rock or pop punk.

Do you like puzzles? Sort of! I like ones that are hard enough to make me feel smart. I get easily frustrated by things I can't figure out somewhat quickly, though. I enjoy sudoku.

Any phobias? I struggle with bugs, though I've gotten marginally better over time and can handle small spiders on my own, now. Due to a real, real rough apartment experience, I generally freak out about mice as well. I can keep my cool if they're in an enclosure like in a pet store, though I don't like looking at them there, either. I also have a recurring dream about accidentally driving off a cliff and so I get super tense and nervous driving on bridges.

Favorite childhood sport? Swimming.

Do you talk to yourself? In the car, or if I'm alone for a longer period of time. I work from home on Mondays/Fridays and find myself doing it more often those days.

What movies do you adore? Oh gosh, I honestly don't often rewatch movies, I'd generally prefer to watch something new instead. But uh, the LotR trilogy is pretty precious to me. Dune 2 was great! I liked Get Out and Nope. I remember liking Dr. Sleep a lot, too, but I only watched it once and it's sort of a blur in my memory. Recently watched Saving Private Ryan for the first time and it kind of fucked me up. I'm pretty eclectic in what I like with movies.

Coffee or tea? Black coffee. Death before decaf.

First thing you wanted to be growing up? I think maybe an author. Also a fairy godmother for a long time. I still kinda wanna be both.

No pressure tags!: @electricshoebox, @halkuonn, @snowfolly, @tragedybunny, @tallymonster,

@scrytpe, and @mutualcombat <3

[lemurlegs]

Bewitched

Hey guys, here's chapter 3, wooo!! The next chapter might be a bit delayed since I'm gonna need to rework it a bit. But I'll be posting some artwork i did of the fic, so expect to see that in the near future. Also, i really hope you guys like the story so far. Feel free to comment on my posts. I'd love to get to know yall. I appreciate everyone who reads my story 💕💕

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Wordcount: 5.5k

Warning: Valentino, blood, violence

Chapter 3.

Moth Against A Flame

Alastors pov

As the deal faded and the magic dissipated from her body, her hand slipped from his grips, and she fell unconscious. He was surprised by her sudden collapse; usually people don't just pass out from deals.

Bending down beside her, he intended to lift her and carry her to one of the rooms. However, before he could, he heard hurried footsteps approaching.

"What's with the light show, Radio Freak? You could've woken up the whole hotel!" Vaggie exclaimed, appearing in her pajamas. As she drew closer, she noticed the unconscious sinner lying in a pool of blood, with Alastor hovering over her.

"Alastor, what have you done!?" Vaggie demanded, pointing her spear at Alastor's face.

Alastor offered her a strained smile, annoyed by her accusatory tone. He had been trying to help. He could have let the fox bleed out on the floor, but instead, he had chosen to save the poor soul. Yet, it seemed that no one appreciated his kindness in this place.

Charlie arrived after her girlfriend, running and panting.

"Calm down, Vaggie. Oh my Satan, what... what happened here, Al? Is she okay?"

Charlie looked around with a worried expression.

"Well, dear, I was just indulging in my usual late-night reading when this little darling stumbled into the hotel, quite literally," Alastor explained.

"She was nearly at death's door, but I took it upon myself to save her," he added.

"Oh, that's so kind of you, Al. I really hope she's okay. It's so exciting; we haven't had a new resident in months. Maybe she'll be interested in redemption," Charlie exclaimed, her excitement evident.

"I wouldn't exactly call it kindness. You clearly got her to sign a deal with you; you just exploited her moment of weakness to acquire a new soul," Vaggie interjected, her tone accusing.

"Oh, Vagatha, you wound me, my dear. You think so lowly of me?" Alastor replied, feigning offense.

"Yes," Vaggie responded without hesitation.

"Is it true, Al? You have her soul?" Charlie asked, her expression hopeful, as if hoping Vaggie was mistaken.

"Why, of course. It takes a lot of power to bring someone back from the brink of death to tip-top shape. It's a fair price, if you ask me," Alastor replied nonchalantly.

"See? I told you. He doesn't do anything out of the kindness of his heart. Honestly, I highly doubt he even has one," Vaggie remarked, crossing her arms and giving Alastor a disapproving look. Charlie's disappointment was evident on her face.

Alastor then lifted the fox demon in a princess carry and began walking towards the stairs.

"Now, turn that frown upside down, girls. Nothing bad's going to happen to the little darling. I'll make sure of it," he assured them.

"Uh, yeah, because that's definitely reassuring coming from you," Vaggie retorted, matching Alastor's steps.

With Alastor taking brisk strides, Vaggie speed-walking beside him, and Charlie following closely, they silently made their way to one of the empty hotel rooms. Alastor effortlessly used one of his tendrils to open the door as they entered the suite.

Charlie swiftly pulled back the covers as Alastor gently placed the girl on the king-sized bed. Even in the dim light, her paleness was evident. Alastor hovered his hand over her stomach once more, this time intending to fully heal her. The two girls huddled together, anxiously watching the scene unfold.

The green glow of his magic began to shine, seeping through her bloodied cloak. The warm neon magic transformed into shining threads, carefully stitching up the gash on her stomach. As soon as the stitching appeared, her wound magically disappeared, as if it had never been there.

With his other hand, Alastor pointed his index and middle fingers, pressing them to where her heart lay. Another wave of green light flowed, and her blood began to regenerate, the color returning to her skin. After a few minutes of magical healing, Alastor withdrew his hands, placing them behind his back.

"There, the little vixen is as good as new," Alastor said to the two girls in front of him. He gently grabbed the corners of the blanket, covering her, before stepping away from the bed. With a snap of his fingers, Nifty appeared in the room.

"You need something, sir?" Nifty asked, her smile matching Alastor's wide grin.

"I need you to take the little sleeping beauty's measurements. She can't be walking around in bloody rags; it would be quite unbecoming," Alastor instructed.

"Sir, yes, sir," Nifty replied, giving a little salute before retrieving a measuring tape. She quickly climbed onto the bed and began carefully taking the girl's measurements.

Alastor turned back to Vaggie and Charlie with a reassuring look.

"She's going to be just fine. Tomorrow, we'll introduce her to everyone, but for now, she needs to rest. I may have fixed her with my magic, but rest is just as important in the healing process."

Upon hearing this, Vaggie and Charlie seemed to calm down a bit. They bid goodnight to the Radio Demon and returned to their own bedroom, ready to drift off into the land of dreams.

As the door closed, Nifty jumped off the bed and handed Alastor the measurements. With a swift motion of his hand, he conjured a stunning red dress, then made his way over to the wooden closet, placing the garment on an empty hanger.

After informing Nifty about the blood spill in the lobby, Alastor shadow-warped to his own room, settling into one of his sitting chairs. With a snap of his fingers, he lit the fireplace, and a green fire roared up, casting a warm glow throughout the room. He glanced up at the mantle, where an ornate, wooden, art deco-styled clock stood, showing 4:06. A lot had transpired in under an hour.

Taking a deep breath, he leaned back, finally allowing himself to relax after a long day of wearing his mask. Despite decades of embodying the persona of The Radio Demon, he couldn't deny the fatigue of upholding the facade. That's why his large room, alone, was the only place he could truly be himself. After a few moments of silence, Alastor rose to his feet, shedding his jacket and beginning to walk towards the bayou part of his room. As he kicked off his dress shoes, freeing his tired hooves and stepping onto the cold damp grass, he felt a sense of relief wash over him.

Passing between the large trees, he savored the sensation of the cold breeze blowing through his hair, allowing himself to relax into the forest's atmosphere. As he walked, his thoughts turned to the new soul he had just acquired, pondering what could have led her to such a dire situation. He wasn't so much focused on the stab wound as he was on the dark veil of magic that lingered around her. It didn't make sense to him; she seemed relatively new to hell, as she had no idea who he was.

So why was she shrouded in such negative energy?

Deciding that the best course of action would be to ask her directly, Alastor resolved to seek out the answers he needed from the fox demon's own words and body language.

The next day, Alastor waited for her to step out of the room, adorned in the dress he had prepared. She looked remarkably beautiful, cleaned up and adorned in the stunning red garment. Alastor found himself shaking his head at such peculiar thoughts.

Following her down the stairs, he waited until she reached the bottom before manifesting from the shadows, gently guiding her towards the crowd.

Her startled expression amused him greatly as he introduced her to the other residents. Alastor watched quietly as each member of the group greeted Ginger, observing their interactions closely.

However, the peaceful atmosphere was disrupted as the snake demon burst in with a large gun. Vaggie swiftly intervened, putting an end to the commotion. After a brief scolding from Vaggie, Ginger finally broke her silence, expressing her happiness to meet everyone.

When Charlie inquired about the length of time Ginger had spent in the fiery pits, she replied that it had only been a day.

Alastor couldn't help but find this revelation intriguing. He knew she was freshly fallen, yet only a day in hell? It certainly added a layer of complexity to the situation, especially considering the dark magic that surrounded her.

“We definitely need to teach you about how things work here then, we need to make sure you're safe after all.”

Alastor saw the perfect opportunity to get answers to his questions. Taking advantage of the situation he offers to explain everything about hell's workings over breakfast.

After enduring Vaggie's usual snide remarks, Alastor turned to Ginger and asked if she was hungry. Upon her confirmation, he urged her towards the streets of hell, offering her his arm. Though initially hesitant, Ginger accepted the gesture.

So he began guiding her to the cafe. He couldn't wait for the moment she witnessed the gruesome nature of hell. The disgusted terror filled expression of new sinners always brightened up his day. To his surprise Ginger didn't acknowledge the carnage, in fact, she even stepped over a dead body without as much as a twitch in her face. This woman just keeps getting more intriguing.

After a few minutes of walking they finally arrived at their destination. Alastor opened the door for Ginger, who seemed to snap out of her thoughts, slowly entering the cozy cafe.

He watched her as she took in the beauty of the establishment. This place had a warm and inviting atmosphere, with a classic feel to it. That's one of the reasons he frequented this place. He brought her to one of the empty tables, pulling out her chair and pushing her in, then taking a seat himself.

Leading her to one of the empty tables, Alastor pulled out her chair and pushed her in before taking a seat himself. Locking gazes with the fox demon, he pondered the secrets she was undoubtedly withholding. As she began shifting in her seat, Ginger broke the awkward silence with a compliment about the cafe.

Alastor then proceeded to tell her about the cafe's reputation for serving the best brew and breakfasts, noting that the food was another reason he frequented the establishment.

As the waiter appears Alastor orders his usual, with Ginger opting for a similar choice too. He breaks the silence this time. He starts explaining the inner workings of hell. The seven circles, the sinners and hellborns, the extermination.

Ginger listened to his words carefully, sometimes asking about something in more detail, but the conversation came to a halt once the food had arrived.

The smell of the meal was divine. He picked up his coffee cup and took a sip of the scalding hot liquid. Bitter and flaming, just how he liked it.

He shifts his eyes to the fox, just in time to witness her scrunched up face from the bitterness of the coffee. It was adorable. Alastor continued observing her, as she poured two sugar packets in her drink. Two is quite a lot of sugar—he thought.

As she reached for the third, he couldn't help but make a judgmental face at the copious amount of sugar she's planning on consuming.

She noticed his reaction, to which she informed him that she liked sweets. Clearly. Alastor made a comment about how she was more so drinking sugar water with a side of coffee. At this she rolled her eyes. She poured the third one in, which he found ridiculous, imitating the action of her eyes.

“What's wrong, you don't fancy sweet coffee?” you tease, raising an eyebrow in playful inquiry.

“I don't enjoy anything sweet, darling. I prefer bitter and savory flavors.”

After that the conversation dies down, both of them focusing on their breakfasts. Alastor began thinking about what he should ask her about herself. After a few moments he settled on a question. Asking about her lack of reaction to the gore around them when they were on the streets.

She takes a moment, informing Alastor that it was because it wasn't her time seeing such gruesome sights. Saying that when she was alive, she would manipulate men into giving her everything that she desired. He took note of this fact she revealed. Deceptive and manipulative.

Another thing she revealed was that she has a more violent side, saying that she ‘took care’ of the bastards that tried taking advantage of her. Alastor was hoping that she meant murder when she said ‘handled them accordingly.’

“How interesting. And how did you meet your end, if you don't mind me asking?" Alastor asked curiously.

“Ugh, well, it's a bit embarrassing, not gonna lie. Foxglove. Not a fun way to die.”

Hm that is indeed an unfortunate way to go out—he thought.

Alastor decided to change the topic to something he was wondering about last night. How the hell did she get hurt so badly on her first day?

She takes a while to answer, chewing her food slower than she did before. So it's a sensitive subject then? Interesting—he thought. When she begins, clearly not giving away anything noteworthy, only giving vague answers.

He decided that if she was not going to give an honest answer, he wouldn't answer more questions. They were already on their last bites, so Alastor checks his pocket watch, noting that he has things to do, after all, he is a busy overlord.

He pays for the meal, then grabs Ginger's shoulder, telling her to prepare herself, not giving it away to what exactly she should prepare for. Hoping to get a reaction out of her this time, since hell's streets weren't surprising her.

Alastor's shadow warped both of them back to the hotel lobby. The journey through the shadows wasn't interesting, he got used to this mode of transportation a long time ago. Though he did relish in the panicked face Ginger made while warping.

“Well, that was certainly an experience,” She said as she flashed him a smile, but Alastor could tell she was shocked. How exhilarating.

“Shadow warping is quite the power”

…

Excuse me? Did she just say what I think she did? Yes, she said the correct term, shadow warping. So the little vixen knows a thing or two about magic. That might explain the dark energy that was lingering around her the day before—he thought as he lifted his eyebrow, searching for any reaction she might make. Sadly he could find anything that gives away any more clues about her identity.

With that, he left to run an errand he needed to do, leaving her alone in the lobby.

Ginger's pov

As you wandered through the confusing, winding corridors of the hotel, you stumbled upon various rooms and spaces—a kitchen, a dining room adorned with elegant decor, several storage closets filled with miscellaneous items, a laundry room with the hum of machines, a grand ballroom with echoes of past events, and even an indoor swimming pool for relaxation.

But amidst the familiar and the expected, you stumbled upon something utterly bizarre—a collector's room adorned with rubber ducks. A giant duck statue stood in the center, surrounded by riches and treasures, as if someone was worshiping a deity resembling a rubber duck. What the fuck is this place?—you thought to yourself.

After what felt like hours of exploration, you finally reached a room with two large wooden double doors. Pushing one open, you were greeted by the scent of dust and old paper—the Morningstar library.

As you walked between the towering bookshelves, you noticed the abandoned atmosphere, with dust covering the shelves and the air thick with neglect. Pulling out books one by one, you searched for any information that could shed light on the mysteries of this place.

You've searched the entire library for information on breaking curses, but unfortunately, you found nothing specific on that topic. However, you did come across some resources that seemed worth looking into.

In one corner of the room, you discovered a set of bean bags, offering a comfortable spot to settle in and dive into your findings. Bringing a few of the books you collected, you sank into the chair and began to unravel the secrets hidden within the pages.

The Morningstar Family History, Overlords of Hell vol. 47 - 2021 edition, Soul Binding Deals, How To Keep Yourself Safe From Exterminators, An Ultimate Guide To Demon Magic.

These were some of the books you decided to skim through. Page after page, book after book you found out more and more there is to know about hell. The few bits that jumped out to you were these sections.

“In the aftermath of Lucifer Morningstar's fall, the once ambitious archangel became dispirited and despondent, rendering him unfit to rule. Stepping into the void left by Lucifer's absence, Lilith, the Queen of Hell, took on the mantle of leadership. Through her inspiring songs, she rallied demonkind, challenging the very foundations of Heaven. In response, Heaven instituted the annual examination of Pride Ring's citizens, viewing Lilith's influence as a direct threat.”

Excerpt from "The Morningstar Family History”

“The infamous Radio Demon is still one of the most powerful and feared overlord. When he arrived in hell, many dismissed him. However, he soon revealed an unimaginable raw power never before witnessed in a human soul. He swiftly overthrew Overlords who had ruled for centuries and broadcasted the ensuing carnage on his radio show for all of Hell to hear. Eventually, he revealed himself as the mastermind behind these incidents, leading the denizens to dub him "The Radio Demon. His disappearance sparking many theories, as he hasn't been seen for 5 years, leaving many to wonder just what happened to The Radio Demon."

Excerpt from "Overlords of Hell vol. 47 - 2021 edition”

“Overlords make contacts with lesser sinners and take control of their souls, empowering themselves in the process in exchange for a favor/boon.

These soul pacts bolster the overlords' abilities, facilitating their pursuit of greater power. Leveraging these contracts, many overlords manipulate the souls under their control to carry out their commands, furthering their own agendas.”

Excerpt from "Soul Binding Deals”

Before you could continue with your reading, the spider demon you met earlier that morning entered the library. Spotting you sitting on the ground amidst a pile of books, he sauntered over and plopped down next to you in one of the bean bags.

"Finally found ya, toots. I've been searchin’ for ya since this mornin’," Angel Dust exclaimed.

“Whatcha doin in this dusty paper prison anyways? I haven't seen anybody come in here, like eva.”

Glancing up at him, you explained, "Sorry about that. After Alastor brought us back from the cafe, I decided to do some more research about this place."

Angel snorted at that. “What the Deer Daddy didn't tell ya anythin’ about hell? Wasn't that the reason he took ya out to eat? Or maybe he fancies ya.” Said Angel with a smirk wiggling his eyebrows.

Rolling your eyes, you replied, "I highly doubt that. He did explain some things, but before we could really delve deeper into anything, he said he needed to run an errand or something.”

“Tsk. Typical.” said Angel as he crossed four of his arms and shook his head.

There was a moment of silence between the two of you, during which you pondered how to broach the subject of Alastor with Angel.

"Hey, Angel Dust—"

"Just call me Angel, toots." He corrects you.

"Alright. So, Angel, what do you know about Alastor? I've read about him in one of these books, the one that talks about the overlords. What's he like? Or more importantly, how does he treat his souls?"

Angel leaned back against the bean bag, contemplating your question. "Ahh, well, the guy's kind of an enigma. One day he just appeared in front of the hotel, sayin’ that he wanted to help Charlie with this ridiculous thing she's doing. He's been here since. As for how he treats his contracts, well, I haven't heard much. Ya should prolly ask Husk or Nifty bout that. Why do ya wanna know anyways?”

“Well, I sort of sold my soul to him," you confessed as you gave him a nervous smile.

"You what?!?! Why???" Angel exclaimed, his eyes widening in shock.

"Well, it was either that or death, so yeah, kinda didn't have a choice," you explained with a resigned shrug.

"Oh jeez, that's unfortunate," Angel sympathized.

You scoff "Yeah, tell me about it.”

As the conversation died down, Angel remembered the reason he had sought you out.

"Hey, toots, so actually, the reason I came looking for ya was 'cause Charlie wanted me to take ya shopping since you don't really have anything."

"Yeah, I don't have anything, not even money. So how am I supposed to buy things?" you questioned.

He waved you off dismissively. "Don't worry, she gave me her credit card. You can buy anything you wish for. She's the princess, after all. Her whole family is loaded."

"Well, shit, alright. I guess I do need some things," you acknowledged.

“That's the spirit, now let's get shoppin’.” Angel declared, eager to begin.

Before he could drag you out of your comfortable reading nook, you grabbed one of the books, planning on reading it later: "An Ultimate Guide To Demon Magic.”

You and Angel embarked on a shopping spree through the shops and boutiques of hell, purchasing toiletries, clothes, shoes, and other essential items, including a phone. Amidst the hustle and bustle of the shopping district. Nothing too noteworthy happened, well except for Angel urging you to buy more skimpy clothes, saying that you need to show off what God gave you. Or how he said it, what the ‘Big Heavenly Daddy’ gave ya.

After a few hours of trying on clothes and navigating the crowded streets, you both agreed it was time to head back. As you strolled through a street adorned with flashing neon signs and advertisements, something caught your eye—a humble little shop nestled amidst the glitzy storefronts. It stood out with its simplicity and quaint charm against the modern architecture surrounding it. You read the sign above the door: "Witches' Wonderland.”

"Hey, Angel, mind if we make one more stop?" you asked, gesturing towards the quaint shop.

"Sure, where would you like to go?" Angel replied, looking down at you with his hands full of bags—well, all his hands. It was evident that you two had bought quite a lot.

"There, 'Witches' Wonderland,'" you stated, pointing at the cottage-styled shop.

"Why would you want to shop there?" Angel inquired with a raised eyebrow.

"I'm not sure, it just looks unique, and I'm kinda curious what's inside," you explained.

Angel shrugged. "Sure, why not."

At that you two began making your way to the shop. You cross the filthy streets and appear in front of the door. You push in the big wooden door, hearing a little bell ringing that was attached to the doorknob, signaling to the workers that a new customer has entered.

The demon girl behind the desk, with features reminiscent of a raven, greeted you warmly, her eyes gleaming with delight at the sight of new customers. She encouraged you to gaze at her wares.And boy did you gaze.

The inside of the witchcraft shop is mystical and enchanting. The atmosphere is dimly lit, often by flickering candles or softly glowing lanterns, casting shadows that dance across the walls. The scent of incense—such as sandalwood, patchouli, or lavender—fills the air.

Shelves and display tables are adorned with a variety of intriguing items. You might find rows of glass jars filled with herbs, spices, and dried flowers, each labeled with their uses and magical properties. Crystals and gemstones of all shapes and sizes are displayed. There are sections dedicated to candles in every color too.

Bookshelves are filled with grimoires, spell books, and guides on various aspects of witchcraft, from beginner manuals to advanced tomes on spellcasting, divination, and alchemy. There are also journals and blank books for personal spell recording.

A corner devoted to divination tools, featuring tarot decks, pendulums, runes, and scrying mirrors. Another section showcases handcrafted wands, athames, chalices, and other ritual tools, often made from natural materials like wood, bone, and stone.

Oh how you feel at home. You look like a kid in the candy store, running around picking up items, deciding on what to buy while Angel just follows you, seemingly bored already.

With each enchanting discovery, you added more and more to your growing collection. Angel seemed shocked at the amount of money you were willing to spend, but it was not his money to worry about.

Bringing all the items to the register, the raven girl looked happier than ever, I mean after all you did buy half the store.

She began scanning all the items:

Herbs like Sage, Lavender, Rosemary, Basil, Chamomile, Mugwort, Bay leaves, Rose petals, Cinnamon sticks, Dried yarrow.

You also got a few gemstones too, for example Amethyst, Clear quartz, Rose quartz, Black tourmaline, Citrine, Moonstone, Obsidian, and Selenite sticks.

You also bought an assortment of different colored candles, divination tools, jars and a few spell books and a personal grimoire.

Exiting the store, you felt like the happiest witch in hell, your arms laden with six bags filled to the brim with supplies. With Angel by your side, both of you were now burdened with copious amounts of items, resembling the rich girls from 2000s teen movies as you strutted through the streets of hell.

As you two make your way back, a hot pink limo barreled down the street, smoothly hitting all unfortunate sinners in its way.

You look confused at the sight of the car pulling over next to you as the color drains from Angel's face.

He grabs your shoulders, making you draw your eyes away from the vehicle.

“Listen to me, ya need to get outta here fast.”

“Angel what's going on?”

“No time to explain, let's go”

At Angel’s worried urging, you picked up the pace, dropping your bags, almost running, hoping to get away from the mysterious car. You knew better than to question what was happening. Angel has been in hell a lot longer than you have.

As if anticipating your move, the limo accelerated, cutting you off as the back window rolled down.

"Angelcakes!" A sickeningly sweet voice called out. You could almost see the exact moment your new friend’s face hardened into a work mask.

Dislike churned in your stomach, but you maintained a neutral, if somewhat skeptical, expression as you both stopped so Angel could acknowledge the demon.

"Valentino.”

"Nice to see you out and about, Love Bug. I see you’ve got some bi—. Oooh, you’re cute." The way he switched from insults to sweet talk was insulting. Stepping out of the vehicle, his leather shoes crunched against the pavement as he stood to his full height. Taller than your friend, his red eyes were hidden behind heart-shaped sunglasses. With suave strides, he closed the gap between you in two steps, catching the hand you tried to avoid him with and pulling you closer. "Say baby, looking for a job?" Cringing as he kissed your hand.

Turning to your friend, Valentino's slick smile never wavered despite your clear discomfort. “Angel darling, why don’t you introduce us?” You tried to pull your arm free, but his grip was unnaturally strong, belying his lanky frame.

“This is Ginger. Ginger, this is my boss, Valentino.” Reluctantly, Angel made the introductions, his eyes fixed on Valentino’s hand gripping you, worry evident in his expression.

“Ginger.” You’d never heard your name sound so vile as when Valentino purred it. “Such an adorable name. Nice to meet you, Guapita. So about that job, a little vixen like you could be a star with that face.” His upper hands cupped your chin as he drew closer, the intoxicating scent of cigarette smoke and cologne making your head spin.

“Ah. Nice to meet you too, Angel’s boss. No, I’m not looking for a job right now, so I’ll decline.”

“Hey Val, what’d you stop by for? Were you looking for me?” Angel was by your side in an instant, trying to distract the pimp from his interest in you.

“Quiet, Angel. Can’t you see I’m occupied?" The taller man hissed before invading your space once more. “Come on now, Bambina. I’ve got just the right spotlight for you.” Multiple hands felt up your back and sides, that nauseating smell invading your lungs as much as its source was invading your personal space.

“No!” You pushed against those creepy hands with all your might.

“Val!” Angel intervened, grabbing the invading hands. Something in his actions triggered the man, and you were roughly shoved to the side before he rounded on Angel, venomous drool seeping from his lips as his coat flared out, turning into wings.

“Angel, Angel, Angel. Are you trying to tell me what to do? Did you forget, you’re mine! Shut up and let me do my business.” The sweetness in his voice drained with each word, replaced by a repulsive hiss as he spat abuse at the cowering Angel Dust.

“But Val, she’s not that typ’a girl. And—“ A fist flew at Angel's face too fast for him to avoid it. With a gasp, you watched your tall friend topple to the ground, his eye already swelling from the impact.

Something in you at that moment snapped, something about this scene feeling vaguely familiar. You needed to do something.

The air crackled with tension as you lunged towards Valentino, your claws extended and ready for battle. In an instant, the scene erupted into chaos.

Valentino, taken aback by your sudden attack, released his grip on Angel and stumbled backward. His wings flared out menacingly as he attempted to regain his footing, his sunglasses askew from the force of your assault.

“Fucking crazy bitch” hissed the moth demon.

As you advanced, purple flames burst forth from your fingertips, painting the street in an infernal hue. Valentino's eyes widened in shock at the display of your power. With each gesture, fiery torrents lashed out, scorching the ground and licking at his coat. He attempted to retreat from the fireballs you directed at his feet, guiding him back to his car with caution.

“And don't you dare think about hurting Angel again fucking disgusting mothman” you seethed.

Valentino, now sitting back in his limo, lightly charred, looking angrier than ever, began speaking.

“Don't you fucking think this is over” with that he slammed the door shut as the car stormed away.

You turned to Angel quickly, assessing the damage inflicted upon him by his disgusting boss—a black eye and a few bruises, nothing too severe.

"You're okay, Angel?" you inquired, bending down next to him and reaching up to his face to examine the impact.

"Yeah, I'm fine, toots. Jeez, you didn't have to save me like that," he replied with a casual shrug.

"Don't say that. I couldn't have just let him hurt you like that," you stated firmly, giving him a stern look.

"Wow, thanks, Ginger. That really means a lot," Angel remarked sincerely.

Standing up, you extended a hand to help your spider friend off the ground, pulling him up.

"C'mon, Angel, let's pick up our bags and get out of here. I think I've had enough adventure for today," you suggested.

"I agree," he replied.

With that, you two gathered your bags and began walking back to the hotel once more, hoping for an uninterrupted journey this time. As you walked in silence, Angel couldn't resist asking the burning question on his mind.

"So, fire, huh?" Angel inquired as you walked back towards the hotel.

"Oh, that? It's nothing, just a simple spell, really," you replied nonchalantly.

"A spell? Whatcha mean by that?" Angel pressed, intrigued.

"I mean it's not demon magic; it's just regular magic," you explained.

"Wait, there are other kinds of magics?" Angel asked, surprised.

"Oh yes, there are lots of them," you confirmed.

"Then what kind of demon magic do ya have?" Angel questioned further.

"Honestly, I don't know. That's mostly why I was in that dusty library. I was trying to find out more about demon powers," you admitted.

As you reached the hotel entrance, your hand hovered over the doorknob, and you turned to Angel.

"Hey, Angel, about what happened today, with the whole fire spell and me learning demon magic. Can we keep that between us?" you requested.

"Yeah, of course, toots. My lips are sealed. Though we might need to come up with a reasonable explanation for my black eye," Angel chuckled.

"Well, you're an actor, aren't you? Just improv it," you suggested with a smirk.

He laughed even harder at your response, the sound echoing through the lobby as you finally opened the door and stepped inside. With Angel by your side, you ascended the stairs, each of you carrying at least a dozen bags. Arriving at the room where you had slept the previous night, you both placed everything inside before bidding farewell to your new friend. Closing the door behind him, you sauntered over to the bed and flopped down face-first with a groan. It had indeed been a long day, and it wasn't even past 4pm.

With a sigh, you pulled yourself up from the soft sheets, reaching for the book you had smuggled out of the library. Opening it, you turned to the first page with determination.

"Demon magic, here we go!"

[hime-bee]

Thank you, I appreciate that. honestly hope so too I but.. I don't know know. I'll just have to see how I'm feeling tomorrow huh. Well if you're sure, still I appreciate it all the same. You're far too sweet to me. I'm sorry to hear that you're having a rough night; I'm crossing my fingers that tomorrow is in fact a better day for you tomorrow; for you and your hands. Onto a more lighter conversation because I don't wanna bring down the mood and make your night even more dreary. Have you played Genshin lately and have you seen *refers to gif*

I hope you have but holy sweet crap on a cracker. I was curiously peeking over the edge with curiosity and interest but not yet tumbling into the hole or in her case- not to spoil anything I swear- web...I swear to god this is not the third freaking person who I simp for who has spider asethetics; Kafka being of course much to my dismay; one of them; but in 4.6????? And her story quest??????? Let alone her trailers and idles????? Where she LITERALLY sits on a throne made from her own powers?????? AND USES A FREAKING SYCTHE AND HER E MAKES HER GET A WING????? I'm doomed. Goodbye. I will never get out of the never ending abyss that is the Arlecchino hole. Gosh dang it this is now the fourth harbinger I am now simping for! The way I am starved for yandere content of this woman. Seriously I am adrift out at sea because it genuinely feels like there is so little of it out there and people are sleeping on her so- t-though in the literal sense I-I completely understand why you would want to- freaking hard it's insane! The way this woman would be a absolutely, truly frigtening and terrifying yandere to have...The way I need and am starved for yandere content of this woman you'd think I was a fish without water!

Well, we all can't have good days, so try not to let it get you down too much ^^ And thank you! I'm rooting for you, Juno, seriously (*´∀｀*)

And I have been on Genshin lately! I haven't been able to explore the new area much because, y'know, hand things. Also, I may get spit on for this too, but I'm actually not a huge Arlecchino Simp. I like her drip and her play style is cool as hell, but I don't really have any desire for her. I dunno what it is, I'm just not interested 🤔 More power to all of the Arlecchino fans tho! Y'all are valid asf 😌

[duck-in-a-thrift-store]

Room/character closeup #2 (going in order from most to least popular based on the poll)

~Eddie & Steve's room~

Edit bc I accidentally posted this before I meant to: spoilers ahead for my full house au, as can be expected

Did you notice the pattern on the rug bc it's important to me that you notice the pattern on the rug I spent a good bit of time searching for this one specific rug guys I'm serious about this. Is it incredibly dark humor? Yes. But it is humor nonetheless

Anyway

One of my first priorities/things I took into consideration when working on this room was that I didn't want it to be too bright or have any sort of potentially eyestrain-y patterns. Steve has suffered repeated head trauma and I wanted his room to be a safe space where he doesn't have to worry about triggering a migraine or fucking with his vision or getting dizzy just from his surroundings. Hence why they have a darker, more subdued palette than most of the other rooms (which I guess you don't know yet since this is only the second one I've shown you but just trust me on this)

Beyond that, I admittedly had a pretty difficult time trying to figure out what I could do that I felt like both Steve and Eddie would vibe with decor-wise while still being a cohesive theme

Didn't want it to lean too far either way into metalhead freak or preppy golden boy territory, and besides I do think Steve's whole aesthetic isn't entirely his own and is at least partly influenced by the expectations placed on him, so I tried to go for a fairly neutral sort of vibe here

For some reason I settled on some blue jean lookin ass wallpaper, a rug patterned with the our-dimension-version of the critters that very nearly took their lives, and a few choice items to put on the walls

First off, the ship painting

This was sort of an unexpected last minute addition, partially bc I thought it looked nice with the rest of the room and partially as a character reflection

I wholeheartedly believe that Eddie Munson would fucking love anything pirate related, he probably was a pirate for Halloween at least once growing up, and he just thinks sailing ships are super cool. Plus the painting just felt like it would appeal to a fantasy nerd lol (it reminded me of the chronicles of Narnia actually but that's not really important)

And as for Steve, at least in this au but I know I'm not the only one who thinks so, he really likes water. Being in it, on it, around it- he likes swimming (refer back to his noted complicated feelings about the pool from my basement post), he likes the beach, he likes the ocean, and he likes sailing. He hasn't been many times but I'd totally buy the Harringtons having been on a yacht or some shit at one point or another. This character note may or may not be related to both his job at scoops ahoy* and him being on the swim team in high school, which is one of those things that at this point I honestly don't know if it was at all canon or if it's just one of those headcanons that become so popular in fandom that it feels that way, and at this point I can't be bothered to fact check it

*I think either he had a prior interest in sailing-related stuff and that was part of what initially drew him to that job specifically, or that working there sparked an interest which only grew with time, like maybe some of the silly slogans and terms used in ice cream flavors and maybe even the uniform stirred his curiosity/memories of going out on the water with his folks during the summers before they decided he was old enough to be left home alone for weeks at a time, and he started looking into actual sailing and found out he really liked it. (He can't stand the uniforms now though bc they trigger traumatic flashbacks, for both him and Robin)

Next, the bass/electric guitar on the wall, which I feel is pretty self explanatory honestly. It's Eddie's (although he does offer to teach Steve how to play- haven't decided yet whether Steve takes him up on that)

And then there's the horses (photo? painting?)

This is where the whole "horse girl eddie munson" thing came from; the whole idea was initially born of me trying to decide what I could put on their wall, liking this poster and asking myself if Steve and Eddie struck me as people who were into horses. As it turns out the answer was "hell yeah" and it spiraled into an entire fic idea of its own, which can be found here. As for this au, the background of them both having a "horse girl" phase/being into the idea of cowboys is still a thing, but obviously it doesn't progress the same way as that did (steddie cowboys my beloved but these particular multiverse variants are stuck playing house with their traumatized found family and slowly realizing that they actually enjoy co-parenting >:3 and this way everyone gets to stay together)

Also, speaking of the steddie cowboys thing this inspired, Eddie is trans in the full house au but Steve is a cis man (unlike in the other au). However Steve does have some gender moments here and there, like the kids "jokingly" calling him mom and him lowkey vibing with it (oh no I'm already doubting my ability to stick to the Steve being cis plan- bigender Steve agenda where did you come from??)

But yeah basically both of them are secretly horse nerds lol and that's something they discover while they're arguing over how to decorate (aka when they agree on this poster) and end up bonding over

And now for a note about their placement in the house (specifically who they share a floor with)

I've already explained that/why I wanted them on the same floor as Dustin Lucas & Erica, although I don't think I mentioned that Lucas and Steve are really close in this au* and it goes without saying that Dustin is super close with both of them

*it just feels right to me; also Steve was the only one of his friends to come watch his basketball game and Steve did chew Eddie out about that whole situation at some point but by now everyone is pretty much on good terms

Sometimes when any of the kids- but especially any of those three- have bad nightmares or can't sleep, they bunker down in Eddie & Steve's room,* the door of which is always open (metaphorically that is, but once they start dating... well let's just say the kids better knock or they're going to have yet another reason to be scarred for life lmao)

*some may think they're too old for stuff like this but I say- fuck that. A major theme of this au is acknowledgement of how these guys have had a large portion of their childhood stolen from them and the people around them are working to help them get it back, to let them just be kids and to make them feel safer than they have in a long time, so they're allowed to be "childish" and that's going to play a part in many of the events and details of this au. The same goes for the older guys too btw; like with this example specifically if Robin or Steve is the one waking up from a nightmare they find the other and both crash on the couch together for the night. You're never too old to seek comfort from your loved ones

[ckret2]

saw your recent reblog about feedback and, though I’ve been occasionally gushing in tags, you deserve to hear what I tell my friends! In general, your writing style is perfect at capturing the timing and delivery of the show itself. I’ve never read a fic i’ve been able to visualize more clearly than this one. You write each character so well that between chapters it feels like i’m right back where i used to be, waiting for new episodes again. I do think you haven’t *quite* solved your side-character-ification (applejackification?) of Dipper problem yet, but other than that you’re doing an astounding job at balancing all the characters and their interactions with each other and with bill in a way that feels natural (plus with these more recent chapters i’m seeing lots of good dipper stuff so you’re definitely getting there with him too! besides, it is nice to see Mabel get the spotlight after all these years anyway. healing, even.) You know exactly how to control an audience’s emotions, you know when to drag something out and when to shut it down, you know when to cut off a conversation and when bring up the fact it was cut off later. Little foreshadowings like the loose tooth are well-planted and plot beats like lucid dreaming are dropped and picked back up delicately and with precision, like pressing piano keys. i don’t doubt for a second it’s all a part of some grand instrument, though i wouldn’t be surprised if you told me most of it was improvised - another way you’re just like the show was. you’ve done the episodic-and-serialized thing better than at least half of all silver-age cartoons that have attempted to do so! I adore the way you show kindness to all characters in your scenes, from gideon’s characterless mother to the little freak himself. It truly feels as though you pick no favorites, and that’s something you do better than the show did tbh. Not that TBOB needed to hook me in with a marketing campaign, but hypothetically, in a universe where I didn’t own a hand-sewn bill cipher throw-pillow and yet somehow still found this fic, I would definitely be excited for it after reading! you’re gifted, and i hope this does numbers on AO3. I truly cannot stand hazbin hotel, but I may go back and read your other works once this one’s over, just to hear your narrative voice. it’s a voice worth hearing, and may it be forever amplified.

oh WOW thank you so much??? 😭 this is SUCH a sweet comment and it means so much to me that you took the time to write all this!!

APPLEJACKIFICATION... that made me laugh. Dipper will get some serious development before the end of the eclipse plot and he's key in the next plot, so I think that'll help him make some progress. But yeah—he's not gonna be as important as Mabel, but I do want to make sure he has a plot that stands on its own, smaller though it may be.

It's 2/3 planned, 1/3 improvised. 😁 I've got a lead time of about 15 chapters between what I've posted and what I've written, so I can do stuff like write the poppet chapter, write the tooth fairy arc, edit the poppet chapter, realize that as long as I'm giving him a bloody lip maybe I can loosen his tooth, edit the tooth fairy arc, have him mention that that tooth was loose. And many chapters I haven't written or outlined yet I have loosely planned in my head so I know how to aim toward them.

Wanting to show kindness to all the characters and wanting to give as many of them an internal life as possible is so important to me, and I'm so glad that's showing through so far!

And honestly I think "I hate [xyz] but I'll read it if you're writing it" is the highest compliment. 😂 All my hazbin fics were written pre-season 1 when all we had was the pilot, a couple comics, creator comments, and some Helluva to go by; but idk maybe you'd consider that a plus lol. (If you're interested, on ao3 I've also written Transformers, Godzilla, some Pokémon, and a smattering of other things.)

Thanks again for sending such a nice message!

[averageartistamber]

It's Ultraman Day!

Y'know, I first heard about Ultraman through the Godzilla fandom, and honestly, I kinda slept on it until very recently. Ended up getting into it when I heard about the upcoming release of Rising and found out that a decent chunk of content is accessible on YouTube. Okay, gotta admit those "Ultraman Without Context" videos were also a huge thing that sold me on the series, as a thorough enjoyer of Wacky Shit.

So, for Ultraman Day I'm gonna start briefly yapping about the Ultraman Stuff I've seen so far. It's almost entirely the newer stuff, but I might check out some of the older shows.

Let's start with the first series I checked out, Ultraman Blazar (as it was the most recent at the time).

Note there will be some spoilers here and there.

Blazar

-The series I started with, and it's pretty different to typical Ultraman faire. Has this...Not really darkness but I guess kind of a grounded sort of...moodiness? Dunno if that's the right word. The whole V99 Conspiracy plot gave it a distinct flavour that I haven't seen so far in the other shows.

-The fight scenes are pretty fire, as Blazar himself is an incredibly fun character to watch. The whole "feral" shtick took me a bit off guard at first, but it makes him really unique. The spear/javelin main weapon that transforms into different things is such a ccool concept for a "base" power.

-The dynamic that Captain Gento has with Blazar where the latter occasionally takes control is really neat, even when he's just doing it to observe. Gives the Funny Caveman an interesting bit of depth.

-I quite like SKaRD as an attack team, even if they never really score a single W for the entire series. Emi in particular is one of the best Human characters I've seen so far, probably since she essentially gets a whole side plot attached to her (The after mentioned conspiracy and wanting to find out what happened to her dad.

-I honestly did not expect to end up liking Earth Garon in particular as much as I did, even if he just gets his ass kicked constantly. I think the scene that truly sold me on him was in the episode where he's given his AI, therefore a real voice and personality. The scene where Emi is freaking out after being hit with the Monster of the Week's Fear Ray and Earthy tries to calm her down. Did not think he'd be chill like that honestly it was a pleasant suprise.

-One of the big highlights of the show was definitely the monsters (which I thing all of them bar Red King, Guigass and Demaaga are new?). Pretty much all of them have creative and memorable designs. I will go Blazar levels of feral if they ever reuse Dorgo, Nigikagachi, Molgusion, Deltandos or Zangill (If he counts) again.

-Speaking of Zangill, his episode is probably my favourite on its premise alone: Guy shows up to ask for assistance with collecting the wandering souls of all the Monsters of The Week that the heroes had slain. Including one who's Real Fuckin' Mad and tries to get revenge. It's so freaking cool. Makes you wonder about literally every other MotW show actually...

-At first I found Big Bad a bit anti-climatic. I think I walked into my first Ultraman series expecting some big badass final boss with an EEEEEEvil Alien Overlord or something. But instead, the main villain of Blazar is basically just Some Old Guy (who is fiercely determined to cover his crimes, fatal consequences be damned).

Honestly, from the other shows, he's currently tied with Rising's Dr. Onda for the best Ultraman Big Bad. I've been a little disappointed with the others I've seen so far, which I think I'll explain further when we get to them.

-Last thing, the opening song makes me feel like that Spongebob Ascending Meme. It's awesome (I especially like how they show the monsters, starting with a newspaper then going to TV camera footage and satellite images.)

Overall 8.5 WHOOOYS! out 10

Next time I'll probably yap about either Z or Decker (or maybe Rising?) when I get around to/ remember to do it.