#but still. it'd keep me going to a certain extent

[welcometogrouchland]

See, it's less about whether or not Willow is the braincell, and more about the fact that Willow likes taking care of her friends and looking out for them. It's both a source of self esteem and worth for her (she feels useful and competent if she's helping others) AND it's her main way of expressing her gratitude and affection for her friends presence in her life. They make her happy so she's gonna keep them safe and out of harms way. Plus most of her friends (sans hunter) have a history of looking out for her that, as much as she appreciates, she'd rather not return to. She likes her independence and she likes her new role in the friend group, she doesn't want to take steps back.

Sometimes this Need To Help manifests as magical outbursts that may not be great strategic moves (when she thinks Hunters been kidnapped in coth). Sometimes it manifests as scolding and steering in the right direction (her with Gus in something ventured) but ultimately letting them make their own choices. Ultimately Willows the sort of person to do whatever she thinks is right in the given situation for the people around her. When she can summon it, she has a lot of wisdom for her age (seen in the scene w/ her getting everyone to share food on the airship in king's tide). And if she can't summon it, she'll still try and do whatever seems right in the moment (gives hunter the pic of flapjack) and just problem solve as the day goes on until someone feels better, goddamit! <- this is the kinda moment that leads to rash decisions, bottling her feelings and burning out bc she really doesn't wanna fail due to her history and self esteem issues. It's why Hunter comforting her works so well in ftf and completely shifts their dynamic. She finally has confirmation that someone who loves her won't love her any less when she fucks up, but I digress.

Willows always looking out for others, and sometimes she's dumb about it, sometimes she's smart about it! It depends on who she's helping, why they need help and what kind of day she's had/where she is. Thanks to Them showed Willow in a pretty stable situation, hence there's extra room for silliness. For the future was following extremely distressing events and put even more stresses on Willow herself. Hence she bottles things up and struggles to make the good decisions she was once able to. It's not like she became a worse leader or friend since asias or king's tide (episodes that take time to include small moments of her playing to people's strengths, doing good strategy, making sure no one's left behind, etc). She's just having a really garbage fucking day.

She's probably only gonna get 1 Moment™ or so in the finale bc she had her day in ftf and I'm content with that, but I was rewatching asias where she DOES take on a responsible leadership role (while still maintaining her whole "blossoming wallflower/crouching underdog hidden badass" thing) and it reminded me of the small contained debate that happened around thanks to thems airing. Because yes, Willow and Gus were Goofy™ that ep, but a) they were literally comic relief in season 1 + 2A, it kinda has precedent and b) Willow is only as sensible as the situation calls for her and as her environment allows. She's nuanced like that!

[blackstarchanx3new]

FSR Rambles 12 times Vaati got his ass kicked

Insanity, Vaati being pathetic.

What's new?

Ooop. Zelda showing off how she'll kill you within 2 seconds of being in HER castle.

Link's letter was smth addressed earlier: He warned her with a letter he was going to pull the sword.

Which implies a certain amount of impersonal-ness to the action. He didn't want her talking him out of it lmfao. He was already struggling with defying Vio's persistence so it makes sense he didn't want Zelda to try and logic his ass either.

Her outfit being the sneaky armor in botw, presumably so she could sneak attack, whoever ended up attacking her.

I thought it'd also be a fun throwback to Sheik and spoiler:

Zelda's gender identity is pretty open. Link referred to her with "They" pronouns earlier in the comic but I didn't feel it was very relevant to bring up at the time lmfao. Zelda's all sorts of gender in this comic to say the least.

The reason why Vaati knows she's around is smth I'll get into later when it's more relevant.

"Damn would you have preferred Gannon???" - Vaati probably.

Zelda isn't playing around she wants to know where her blonde twink is at.

Vaati is a bitch about it of course.

Oh she mad.

She real mad.

"PATRICK THATS NOT A HOOKER!!!"

"It's not?"

"ITS A BOMB 💣!!!!"

Vaatis stupid as hell expression before she goes boom is hilarious to me.

Smth people seem to be CONFUSED about fsr is Vaati's not so subtle Zelda simping.

Vaati is a Zelda simp, that's really all there is too it. The extent of that simping is smth I've joked about a lot.

So he got his ass handed to him.

Shadow himself noted vaati must be weak as hell earlier so. Guess he was right.

Smth of note: vaati is struggling to keep his form in the "wind mage" form. As his body keeps trying to revert to the "wind demon" design

Those titles are used interchangeably in the manga but I call his Hylian disguise his "wind mage" form and the demon form his "wind demon" form personally.

Zelda casually drops the fact she was trying to murder Vaati with that blast. She isn't playing around. Makes sense this asshole held her prisoner for who knows how long before and did something to her best friend.

Haha vaatis pathetic and also in pain.

Good.

His suffering is all the direct cause of his own actions so...hard to feel TOO bad for him rn.

Zelda certainly doesn't.

Link’s shitty state outright made her a more cold hearted person it seems.

Not that'd I'd blame her for that lmfao.

Vaati struggling to get back to being handsome lmfao.

Vaati, my bro, when are you going to do a single thing for yourself????

Okay but the implication Dark Link let Vaati get his ass kicked and only jumped in to help when Vaati called for help is very funny.

Dark links comedically large sword is just interesting. It's not a four sword replica like Shadow’s.

Zelda is in shock at the weird Link coming out of nowhere.

Darks immediate reaction of being flustered at seeing Zelda is so funny to me.

"HYLIA'S MASSIVE TITS, IT'S A WOMAN!!!"

And fun note: This is the first time Dark's actually for reals appeared in the physical world and not just in the "Headspace".

Subtly creepy he isn't just a mental problem but a physical danger as well.

His attack was very calculated, as he didn't hurt Zelda and just slammed his sword in front of her...

...Haven't we seen smth...SIMILAR TO THIS?

Huh well, look at that...

Sweaty weirdo Dark Link enters the chat.

No it was not just for the memes he's actually just like that lmfao.

So from what we know about Dark so far there's some things to note:

Our buddy boy can see the memories of others and "live" through their experiences.

Yall see what it is getting at right?

Shadow link, Vio, and Vaati's emotions and memories are influencing Darks inability to harm Zelda here.

And perhaps he formed feeling a certain kind of way about her.

He associates her with positive feelings lmfao.

Their influence aside, he still chooses not to hurt her on his own.

Vaati’s reaction is priceless.

Zelda seems to grant Dark some mercy, assumably because he outright denied Vaati here lol.

For his sparing of Zelda he gets squished like a dog toy. Poor Dark Link.

Vaati leaves with his dumbass lackey.

When you casualy blow a hole in your castle lmfao.

She's overwhelmed.

She need break.

She need hug.

She need...Link.

Pff.

Guys, he has self-awareness...fuck.

Vaati, that was just unnecessarily mean to your lackey.

Also Dark Link appearance wise:

His hair color has changed. It's purple toned now when it was grey blue toned earlier....

Okay I'll stop being coy it's because he's mimicking Vio's appearance.

Oh. Well, that's a face, alright...

Is he ANGRY? Is he HAPPY?

Did he make that face because he knows it'd freak Vaati out?

Vaati’s abusive bullshit doesn't seem to damper his mood at least as he's smiling in the 3rd panel.

Dark link and Shadow link are very different people, ESPECIALY when it comes to how they cope with Vaati's abuse.

It left a mark on Shadow where as as of right now at least, Dark acts MOSTLY unbothered by it.

Let's face it rn his idea of normal relationships are Shadow and vio lmfaoooooooo-

The dudes who both almost murdered each other.

Pff

His "I want kisses too" line will never not get a laugh out of me.

It's so indicative of how he actually feels.

He wants kisses.

He drops that Shadow is the demon king and for a second you gotta wonder if Vaati was like

"...Why is Gannon smooching Vio?????"

Dark Link also wants to dance. Both are things he saw Vio and Shadow do, mind you...

Vaati has no idea wtf is going on lmfao.

Dark has eclipsed him as the true villain of this comic-

I say in jest.

Dark casually recaps stuff we already kinda know.

While trying to dance with Vaati pff.

Funny enough, taking the lead in said dance, which reflects how he's the one doing all the work rn.

So, Dark link is interpreting peoples feelings, not 100% understanding them. 🤔

He has to actually think about Blue's emotional state hah and even seems surprised.

It's funny to think that even Green picked up on blue being jealous, and basically everyone did, but Dark had to think about it...

Kinda shows he doesn't really understand people much. Like TRUELY.

Or he's just not as interested in blue vs Vio and Shadow.

Dark stutters again like he did when he was face to face with Zelda.

Vaatis so mean mocking his stutter and continues to berate him.

Well that was an outburst.

And I finally get to talk in detail about Dark Link’s "mechanics" for a lack of a better term will expand on the next page.

Design/art wise:

Dark's teeth are all sharp here when normally, despite being a demon his teeth are flat/human looking teeth.

The background is a more red version of the head-space Vio and Green have been dragged to when Dark talks to them/at them.

Immediately he's back to being himself.

Weirdly happy, which settles in the true horror of the previous outbirst:

He didn't mean, a single word of what he just said.

He said that, PURELY to hurt Vaati because it's something that Vaati already feels about himself. He wasn't actually MAD at Vaati and snapping in response to Vaati's abuse. He was just reflecting Vaati's anger right back at him.

So smth about Dark:

He often reflects DIRECTLY how others behave.

Instances of such:

The madder Vaati got in this talk, the "angrier" Dark Link got right back at him.

He shouted at Dark to "Do something" and he responded angrily back that he didn't want to hurt Zelda.

He shouted and berated Dark Link causing Dark to shout that nobody loves Vaati.

Dark Link's nature is to be calm, quiet, pretty "Happy" and kinda hopelessly romantic lmao. He wants to have his idea of "Fun" with people.

He MIMICS people.

Dark has no identity of his own (At least he doesn't seem to realize he does) so often he just bounces off people. He only takes joy in hurting others atm.

Not even in an outright malicious way. At least not the kind of malicious that's "haha I broke the hero because I hate him". This is just what his idea of "Fun" is. What his idea of normal interactions are. This is just what he's suposed to be doing rn.

He isn't acting much outside of his direct reason for creation. What he even deems as fun is indicative of his creation as well.

Engaging with their range of emotions and characters and memories he deems interesting is FUN to him.

If his dialogue from page 121 is anything to go off of, bro really doesn't give a shit about his job. He just wants to have fun:

He finds it amusing Shadow can ALSO manipulate people's feelings, outright kind of complimenting him for it.

And then gets hopelessly distracted and starts talking about what he'd "Rather do" right now.

Which involves hugging Vio and reading oop.

He didn't get SUPER involved/invested in Shadow's memories until Vio and Shadow were doing more "interesting" things, at least in Dark's opinion of what is "interesting."

Dark wants to engage in relationships lmfao. But he's stuck engaging with memories living though them vicariously and hurting people he supposedly "Likes".

He wants to dance with someone and kiss them and in general have "happy" moments with someone. But is stuck being a curse that's only purpose is to break the hero apart and reflect negativity.

It's kinda sad.

But he clearly hasn't reflected on his own life/situation outside of Vaati's feelings towards him.

Also: Dark has no desire to kill any of the Link or Link himself...keep this in mind.

Again: He reflects Vaati's mood of annoyance with that face in the second panel. Which kills me. You just know Vaati's making the same face off screen lmfao.

Symbolism symbolism

Dark plucks the violet but leaves the silent princess alone outside of petting it. Call back to how he left Zelda alone.

He says more stuff we kinda already know, but recapping is good. Actually, we spent like 100 pages in flashbacks, hah.

It also shows what Dark learned/his takeaway from watching their interactions.

Haha oh Dark why are you ripping petals out?

There's smth to be said about him ripping the petals out as the game "She loves me, she loves me not" is a vibe that's being invoked here.

With the odd amount of petals (Being 5) it'd land on "She loves me" by the way.

A relatively innocent game turned into something sinister as he rips petals out in accordance with how many heroes there are.

Dark's behavior continues to be ODD, as he claims Shadow's predicament is "Sad". Which is true.

But...does his expression REALLY scream that he's ACTUALLY sad about it to you?

His chest eyeball just stares blankly forward, his body language implies he's just kinda pretending or acting sad.

Which makes sense, Dark hasn't been shown to clearly understand sorrow properly as even when he cried he was still smiling.

He compares Vio and Shadow's struggles with their identities directly as they're both struggling with who they're SUPOSED to be compared to who they are.

Again: he's ripping a petal out as he talks about each member of the Link squad.

Notes notes notes my favorite:

For whatever reason Vio is not in his present day look here. He's how he looked 7 years ago.

You could make a lot of different assumptions as to why:

Is this how Dark sees Vio? Vio visually represented to be stuck in the past. Vio just feeling more childishly scared in the face of what's happening.

Dark's comforting Vio here in a similar manor to how Shadow did though.

Also super weird: Dark actually in a round about way compliments Vio here.

"He's so blinded by his self hatred he can't see just how much everyone adores him because of his calm cool nature..."

Dark can feel how others feel about Vio and repeated those opinions.

This is smth to note because so far the only things he's really repeated out loud have been negative things people feel about THEMSELVES.

Outside of when he complimented Shadow.

But this shows he can actually recognize positive feelings people have towards others and repeat those too...

And outright stating: He "likes" Vio.

Because of his strong reaction to Zelda, we can assume that he likes people depending on how others feel about them. Because the team likes Vio: So does Dark Link.

Another petal falls while he dips into Green's problems. Who's the only other one we've seen him play around with so far outside of Vio and Shadow And not even really with Shadow...

Weirdly enough Green feels empty inside because he's diet link lmfao.

I told yall I'd give him a personality.

Harbors guilt for lazing around when everyone else was doing stuff. Ouch.

He felt the need to promise Link he'd keep shit okay but he doesn't even know if he CAN.

Blue and his ptsd.

Dark continues to hug people while utterly obliterating them as people lmao.

Blue can't express his emotions arounv Vio which is a theme we'll see as we go into the comic more.

Vio looking back at Blue tho is, a thing.

To be fair to Dark's assesment of Red: red hasn't done anything in the comic yet.

Him chucking the flower the second it's not pretty anymore and, eating the petal is just funny in a morbid way.

Creepy thing: He ate the petal that "Symbolized" Red. The sweet optimistic character. Kinda just shows Dark consumes everything around him in a pit of despair lmfao. Also it's hilarious that he ate smth that he shouldn't have.

Vaati's disgusted reaction to said petal eating is very funny and Dark's monologue about HIMSELF is very telling I feel.

He thinks he's a hero, because he's saving someone. Removed from context that Vaati is a villain and the fac to "Save" Vaati he needed to hurt the REAL hero of Hyrule...

His actions are preventative at the moment: he's making so Link can't reform and the pieces can't seal Vaati back into the sword.

Dark's actions all make sense to Dark Link. XD

Nobody is cheering him, so he just blatantly says "YAY DARK LINK!!!" Which is honestly the funniest lines Dark has said purely because it shows his childish outlook on this entire situation.

He's just the hero saving Vaati.

Dark's clearly annoyed to some degree nothing he does is bringing Vaati any amount of satisfaction.

He did what he was supposed to do. The sword is drawn. Vaati is free.

Dark even mocks Vaati's impatience and his need to control someone else to do his work for him. Hitting Vaati right where it hurts with Vaati's insecurity about being a pawn.

Instantly also going for the throat with "Master Elzo and Link would be disgusted with you"

Obviously: He's talking about Minish Cap Link NOT "our" Link.

This use of their names offends Vaati to no end.

The fight scene is fun, enough said. XD

Okay fine: Ramble thoughts.

Dark manages to mauver his way into not getting properly hit.

Dark's fascination with strangling people is not missed as he does it to Vaati here.

As he repeats things he knows will hurt Vaati's feelings.

Vaati is being unreasonable and stupid in Dark's eyes so him bringing up Vaati's insecurities to make a point is just his attempt to get Vaati to listen to him.

Despite his actions seeming to go against it: He IS on Vaati's side and IS trying to "save" Vaati.

He isn't even saying/acting out of spite, he's just kinda lowkey annoyed and exasperated at Vaati at best. XD

We hit the image count so I'll pick up later.

[crossingbounds-au]

Middle of the Night Headcanon Cause Why Not

While I don't know/think I'll put any direct stuff in Crossing Bounds related to Thought Bubble, Diode, Controlled Experiment, or [K.G.Z.] to show that they are in this AU's timeline cause I feel like it'd make it too messy at times (believe me, one of my fav ep ideas has a lot of stuff related to Thought Bubble, but I don't think it should happen, especially cause it sounds too fanfictiony (in a bad way) so it's kinda just something I keep to myself as a scrapped ep). I do still wanna have references and stuff of them on my AU.

And one of the headcanons I have like this actually is related to Mugman and will have a reference I guess. This was an idea I had since I was rewriting a lot of episode 2 a while back. In the CB universe, just like in the [K.G.Z.] lore, Mugman has a father figure in his life that he's close to. And okay, fine, I'll admit it, in my mind, it actually is Kyzer. And I like to think that he would view Paula as a mother figure for him. But because I don't know about putting those stuff in cause I would have to careful write them on CB's timeline and got both Kyzer and Paula's approval (which that one is the more easy thing lol), I probably won't Kyzer and Paula straight up appear. But they be mentioned a lot by Mugman cause why not.

Either way, I'm def gonna try to allude to these stuff still in Crossing Bounds cause I still love a lot the stuff Kyzer and Paula have been writing lately. I still wanna have references on it like I already have planned for other stuff that don't ever appear in CB or will way later. But yeah, I just love the idea so much of Mugs having a fraternal figure in his life that he likes to talk about, even if it isn't biologically his dad.

I like to think that Mugman is bisexual and also somewhere along the non-binary umbrella with gender (either genderfluid or bigender, but I've lately been leaning to genderfluid cause of my gf and friends). And that while Mugs ain't out to a lot of people yet, Ky (and Paula by extent as well) in the CB universe is one of the few who does before the events of CB's prologue series. I also like to think that despite certain limitations that he has, Mugs still tries to tell Ky and Paula about the adventures he has with this multiverse rebellion without straight up saying this or he worries that'll get him in trouble (either from Ky and Paula or any of the adults in the rebellion). Also... has a special interest on dragons... it had to be done, it had to. I like to think that Mugman in my universe is autistic so yeah, one of his special interests is dragons, fight me. There you go, I prob should go back to bed lol.

-Itzel aka Kawaiipony Productions

[zeeckz]

Pls give us ur thoughts on kazquiet!

See, I don't know much about Quiet (...nor most of gz/mgsv lore anyway) just yet, so it's mostly me guessing and pretending

So, to begin with, I think if not for the context, Kaz would've been more than open about her joining them; she already checks all the boxes by being good-looking, but it just so happens that she's also a remarkable soldier

I find her features really adorable, meaning I choose to believe he would too

My guess would be their favorite feature is each other's lips. They're really soft.

I haven't seen a proper comparative, but it seems she's a bit taller than him given that she's almost as tall as Venom? I think Kaz would be the type to be more into women shorter than him (doesn't even need to be a big difference, just that they're shorter), so it'd catch him a bit off-guard to feel interested in her despite that

Afaik she communicates solely on hand gestures, so if they had modern day phones, she'd only use emojis. Which ones, you ask? These: 😺😼😽😾💯💢💥💬👁️‍🗨️🗨️🗯️💭💤🫥+all the hand/s emojis. Furthermore, Kaz has to hear that awful robotic voice describe them to him (the text-to-speech thing).

She'd share all of her music discoveries with him, the two of them sitting next to each other in a somewhat secluded place, leaning their heads on each other... Nobody bothers them during this time because everyone already fears Kaz's average angry mood and they are Not risking their lives to interrupt him nor his Absolutely Lethal & Avid Music Enjoyer Girlfriend

Kaz is a noise/industrial/ambient type of music enjoyer to me; since I know absolutely nothing about Quiet's music taste, I'm assuming it's similar to Venom's. I don't know much about his either LOL but based on the few songs I remember hearing on videos, I'd guess it's kind of soft rock. Thus, Kaz would try to reciprocate her wish to share music but would 100% fail at it because his tastes are just too niche. Some ambient song perhaps, the rest is pure uncomprehensible noise to her

Quiet loves chocolate, the milk chocolate type with nuts or similar. He'll sometimes bring her a bar to cheer her up. He'll also get some Pocky box/es to play with when he's in a particularly good mood

She's just so silly to me, she'll do so many adorable things unawaredly; Kaz is mad because he knows she's not doing it on purpose and he keeps finding himself entranced by her

She does purposely steal his beret though, she likes to annoy him a little bit and also likes to wear it herself

I find her to be like a (cropped) Doberman, as in - misunderstood, has intimidating look, actually very loving and goofy. This being said, i just imagined her going on a mission and coming back with a rabbit or some other animal she specifically hunt for him to eat. She's very happy about it. She looks scary to the rest (except Venom bc he likes her and Ocelot bc he's deranged).

Kazquiet is pretty much non-sexual to me, but I'm under the impression that Kaz would still manage to do things in a way that appears suggestive to others (like licking ice-cream and showing off his "hidden" abilities) (I guess it's just the way he is) (she's looking away)

Quiet definitely teases him though, to a certain extent (like breaking the pocky stick right before they are about to kiss)

Kaz braids her hair, she holds her strands of hair for him

They both use DD to bring stuff to each other if they're busy on base (dw he gets lots of treats and pets for it)

Quiet will sometimes invisibilize, sneak into his room and (lovingly) look at him sleep for a bit, maybe tuck him and give him a little kiss on the forehead or the tip of his nose or on the lips, depends on her mood

They're slow kissers. They're kissing slowly, gently, and caressing each other.

[hsr-texts]

yasss can I get vampire Welt for the Halloween event?

;; ꒰ NOTE/s ꒱🎃 oooo new headcanon that the astral express in this au is a vampire coven. continuation of this part. lmao yes this might just be a whole series atp

;; ꒰ WARNING/s ꒱🎃 n/a, i think.

You waited for a bus at the bus station. It shouldn't be too long until the next one arrived so you should be able to get to your friend's house quick. They were nice enough to let you come over and stay the night without explanation. You didn't even know how you were going to explain this to them. Surely they're going to think you were insane for talking about these strange creatures. No, you could only tell a half truth. There was only a certain extent that they'd believe in your words.

It wouldn't be too farfetched to just tell them someone broke into your house while you were away, right?

When the bus arrived, you spared no time to get on.

Oddly enough, there was only one person on board, an older man. The lights hanging above his head illuminated the bus. His brunet hair had a small streak of white, depicting his old age.

You sat down at the other side of the seats. Unfortunately this bus was smaller than usual and could not opt for a much farther seat from him. Hopefully he wasn't hostile.

A tired sigh escaped your lips, feeling awfully sleepy. It's been such a long night. You just wanted to pass out on a nice comfy bed after all these experiences with strange people.

"Excuse me," a mature voice snapped you out of your thoughts.

You turned to him, feeling anxiety creep up your spine. Oh no, was he also some kind of supernatural being?

"I wanted to thank you for tending to my companion's wounds. And to apologise for the fright this has caused you," he spoke with sincerity in his words.

Your eyebrows furrowed at this. "How did you know that...?"

"After my companion returned, he told me that you might be in danger so I had to go find you." He looked quite troubled by this.

"Who was that guy and why was he looking for your friend?" You asked him, hesitant. Should you be prying into this? Would you be in more danger the more you involved yourself?

Ugh, though technically just by going out of your way to do first aid on that guy, you already did involve yourself in whatever this was. Was there still a point to trying to escape it? Could you even trust this man to be kind to you?

"I'm sure you need rest right now more than you need answers," he told you. "I'll accompany you to make sure you aren't attacked on the way and hopefully the next time we meet, I'll be able to give you those answers you seek."

The bus had stopped and you realised this was where you got off so you left your seat to make your way to your friend's house. The older man came with you. He hasn't given you any reason to suspect him as dangerous so you just let him tag along. At least you felt safer with someone to escort you to your friend's.

"I believe this is as far as I go. You should be safe from this point on as long as you stay with your friend," the man told you, "I think it'd do you well to hold onto that pendant. It'll keep you safe."

You nodded, then realised something. "I didn't catch your name there."

He paused for a moment, then replied, "My apologies, that was a fault on my part. My name is Welt. I hope you stay safe, even if we may never meet again."

"You too, Mr. Welt," you told him and turned around to go to your friend's house.

When you peeked behind you, the man had disappeared into thin air.

[xplrvibes]

Do you think Sam and Colby will ever start actually diving into the topic of Colby being an empath? I mean, there have been so many things these past years that have been mentioned and that have happened leading to the possibility of him being an empath. He's mentioned getting intrusive thoughts a couple of times; he's had quite a bit of intuitive moments in the past; he's able to sense certain energies/vibes in a room; he feels things others don't; his name pops up a lot; he is really good at the estes, getting drained a lot during investigations lasting days after, and overall there's just been so many little details and stuff that have been grazed over or just forgotten about. He mentions feeling a certain way/feeling certain energies, yet he never expands, and they don't mention it again. I'm interested in learning more about his psychic abilities and more about his supposed past twenty-one lives and those thoughts he's mentioned. The intrusive thoughts thing really interests me because I do wonder what he means by that. He's mentioned in, I think it was the Waverly Hills Sanitarium, that he randomly had gotten an urge to jump off the roof or whatever it was right when he was on it, which is very concerning, and I do hope those thoughts don't affect him too much and that he's not a danger to himself, especially since he's mentioned them lasting days, even weeks, possibly. I'm also very interested in the fact that even days after an investigation, he still feels drained or tired in a way. That's so interesting to me because it's almost like he never left the place, and all the negativity from the place just stayed with him. I really hope they start diving more into that narrative and explore his abilities more. It'd be really cool if he'd be able to sort of master those abilities and use them for further investigations so they don't have to keep bringing loads of different people to do that stuff when they have a literal psychic who has lived twenty-one past lives right there. Right now it seems as though they're going more into the narrative of Sam struggling with his beliefs a lot and needing closure while taking things too far when trying to get that closure, which is super interesting. But I hope maybe one day they'll get to Colby's empathic abilities. I'm so sorry this got quite long. I just wanted to know what your opinion would be and if you think they'll ever dive into that topic after ignoring it and brushing it off for so many years.

Short answer: no lol.

I've wanted them to dive into this for years, because I agree with you - dude has something going on and it's really interesting and needs to be dug into - but for whatever reason, neither of them seem interested in spending too much time on that particular topic.

Even when they did the "Empath" season, which I thought was going to be all about this topic, it really wasn't. They mentioned Colby being more intuitive a couple of times, had him/them do a few more intuition based experiments, but that was pretty much the extent of it. And they take great pains now to brush over all of it and it DRIVES. ME. NUTS.

I've said this before, but I'm more interested in the psychic/empathic/intuitive side of the paranormal house than some of these random pieces of equipment that they show up with. They seem to be going in the opposite direction of my interests.

Well, I think Sam has more interest in the opposite direction and I think Colby is just along for the ride at this point, but that's another story.

Anyway, I don't know why they decided to stop focusing on that side of the house at all, but it drives me completely up a wall when some obvious Moments happen and they just brush past them like it's nothing.

For example, in this latest video: Zak Bagans and Sam are all "woowoo, this Peggy doll is an evil monster demon that curses everyone who looks at her" and Colby just stares at her very calmly, picks her up, and casually goes, "I feel very calm...I feel like she's just misunderstood" and then they just proceed as if he wasn't just talking like he had some open psychic connection with the fucking thing be cause WHY WOULD YOU.

And guess what? I trust Colby's feelings on the matters more than ZB's (or Sam's cause he wants these dolls to pummel him).

Just....UGH. Once. ONCE. Sit and explain WHY these things happen to you. Sit with them. Let your intuition guide you.

But he won't, so we will continue to be frustrated about this forever.

[comfreyhollywings]

it's kind of like scrolling back into the beginning where you've first formed a post.  it's a little bit like, say, tumblr. you've been scrolling through tumblr the past few days—quotev too to see what your past self has said to you. to see what she has written. there were so many gold mines, so many things that's been written down on a website that'll may be lost media some day. it hasn't gone past you to archive it to a certain point, but you know that it takes on work. work that you don't quite have the energy for today. 

mentally, i am scattered. i'm not in a space where i can read lines in order. the words have become scattered, ink blurred. it's like when you stare at a book or a screen for too long, it begins to deteriorate you. it's been deteriorating my voice. i can literally feel my voice regressing even to this day. it sucks, because when i've been looking for work, this was not what i had in mind. i thought it'd help me in my communication skills. to an extent, it has—but not in the way in which i pictured it. 

i never thought three hours every day mon-fri would tire me out. i never thought that i'd have the bare minimum of interaction with my coworkers while i'm stuck; isolated away from everyone but my client. i never thought i'd have to focus on the external world so much about gaining my financial independence while simultaneously helping mom pay the bills. i never thought i'd fret about my experience with my boyfriend keeping in mind the age gap we have. my friends keep DMing me on instagram. i still livestream a lot through an organized process. my dad was in the hospital but he recovered... so that's good.

in hindsight, my mental spoons aren't the greatest. it doesn't seem like it's been pushing me up. or maybe, in a weird sense, it is? maybe i need to just.. grow through it? and get used to this? i'm not sure yet. i'm still discovering things out. 

regardless of what's happened, i'm writing. i keep finding my fingers scattered all over the keyboard, just waiting and typing and staring at all the words. the grammar in this isn't the best. i'm still not quite mentally up to date yet. things keep changing and there's little stuff like social media that keeps flitting from day to day. no permanence. 

i'm not used to this. i'm used to taking things slow one step at a time. 

i received a reading before this—in which i was supposed to find a career that stokes my inner flame, not dampen it. i'm supposed to get something that'll stray away from the expectations put on me; to find something i like. that it's okay to strive away from people's expectations. i'm told to give myself grace for the things that's been happening. to slow down, nurture, take care of myself. 

so i've been trying, you know. i've been trying really hard. obviously i know, that in order to find things that you don't like, you have to start experiencing life first. naturally, it's a hard process. to go out there and actually gain it. i'm not a huge executor in the first place, but i know it's needed.

but again, it's like a bad internet novel. almost too good to be true. almost. where everyone started to remember that they could be happy, including me. even with the amount of work and the directionless thoughts i have; they're all just potential to start up something new again. i can find things that make me happy from the inside out. i can just.. accept and align with it.  

everything that had helped me survive in the past was reptilian skin. this is shed in light of a new circumstances; a new reality.

this side of mines that held such sharp, defensive tension. sneaky and eyeing from the shadows. always willing to be in the background because that was the only thing i knew. treading around mistakes carefully, banging my head against walls after seeing one slight imperfection. i feel restless, crawling out of my skin sometimes because i constantly feel like i'm not where i'm supposed to be. like i feel bad just for existing even though i've never interacted, not even once. 

but maybe this. this, the fear and confusion, is the thing that can be wrong.

things can be easy. if i let it.  

[henrysfedora]

one thing about pepe i think about a lot is also something i think vito would also struggle with, and it's after being in prison for so long and finally getting out how daunting it must've been to try and be a functioning member of society again. after spending such a long time getting bossed around and being forced to live a very specific routine every day for years, it's kinda hard to be yourself to an extent. once you're out almost everything is at your disposal, you can have a stable income, unlike how you have it in prison. and in prison during the 1920s and '30s and '40s guards were absolutely ruthless, everything was put into order according to them. so suddenly having a fuckton of options to pick from when buying something or ordering something, it becomes stressful. it's worse for pepe after being in there for over double as long as vito was, but i can imagine it'd still be just as awful for vito since not only did he have prison to go through but he was also in the war. and being in the war is like being in prison in a way, having your clothes given to you, having only a select few options of what to eat and a routine to follow even if you hate it. for vito and pepe i feel like joe, leo, and frank are really the only things keeping them from completely falling apart.

not only all that, but also just them seeing the advancement of technology and man after getting out. i mean pepe went from seeing some of the first cars ever made to seeing nice 1950's muscle cars. and vito along the same lines. so many things changed in such a short amount of time in the early 1900's, and i think it'd be one hell of a shock you know. it's interesting to think about, because everything would be so vastly different from when they came in to when they got out. it would be just as bad for the both of them but one thing that gets me is for vito in particular. how vito went to war when he was still just a kid basically, and his friendship with joe was put on hold. vito went to the place where he was born, joe was at a place where he was continuing to grow. they're around the same age but vito is younger than him mentally i think. their friendship continued when he came back home but then vito went to prison, once again their friendship was put on hold, for vito at least. joe was growing up, seeing the world change, understanding its changes, while vito was forced to see the world from a certain point of view and not his own. by 1951 joe had watched the world change from the start of his life until then, but vito had his father, the war and prison. joe can see the good in everything but vito and pepe can't stop thinking like soldiers.

[screen-universe-official-thingie]

An intermediate guide to the Fictionals and their Realm: Subspecies and Subtypes

The Fictional kind come in two main subspecies: Animated and Programmed. Their subspecies determine what they are made for, their artistic medium, what are they made of, and how are they made. Both of them have distinct biological make up and even how they express themselves such as their reactions.

They also come in multiple subtypes: Median, Indies, Internet Originates, and Creepypasta. Their subtypes determines their creators, their resources to keep projects going (such as wealth), how big they are, and where the Fictional is put into once their creation process is done.

Subspecies

Animated: They are those who are made specifically for shows, a movie, or a short animation film. Their skin is smooth and soft (if they don't have a shell or a harden coating), leaving behind a smudge of ink or dust if you were to touch one.

They can contort their faces or manifest things like floating flowers or purple swirls to express themselves. It is drilled within their nature to exaggerate their expressions with magic. They are very expressive creatures after all. Whenever they regenerate, they usually grow sketches around the wound and it'd patch itself in no time most of the time.

Programmed: Unlike their Animated counterparts, Programmed Fictionals have very rough skin and somewhat sharp skin from the pixels. They are coded for video games of all sorts. Their way of expressing themselves with magic is somewhat different from an Animated one.

They don't contort their faces as much, but they still express themselves with speech boxes with a symbol in it above their heads. They can also manifest dialogue boxes if it is required for their acting work; they can hold and bash things with them too. How they regenerate is different as well, instead of sketches, white glowing pixels and code will patch them up.

Sub types

Median: They are those who are created by a huge collective of mancers. They are from well known companies such as Disney and Nick. medians of the same company live in huge groups and form territories such as megapolises, empires, and kingdoms; usually named after their mancers' companies.

Due to their very exposed reputation, they are targeted by toxic Weblings the most out of the others. As a result, technical advancement for certain territories have been held back or in rough shape to some extent. Some look more outdated than the others. Fictionals such as SpongeBob and mickey fall into this category. Indies: Unlike their huge, popular cousins, Indies are made by smaller collective of mancers with limited resources for the project. Instead of forming big cities and taking up large lands, Indies of different smaller companies form towns and smaller cities, usually named after a digital distribution site or app (eg. Steam village). A majority of the time, they have not been targeted by weblings as often, it only happens if one were to achieve peak popularity and become famous. This allows them to develop their technology in a smooth and steady pace. Fictionals like Flowey and monika fall into this category

Internet Originates: They are Fictionals that may (parodies, satires, fan animation, etc) or may not (OCs of a web animated series) take on appearances of the medians. Their projects are exhibited in the media regions instead of broadcasts and stations. Thus, they ended up being born from the Internet realm instead of the Fictional realm. They are more accustomed to how the Internet realm works and their way around it compared to medians. They sometimes migrate to the Fictional realm by choice and live around the Indie and Creepypasta towns with their residents. A median Fictional encountering an IO is not common, but never 0. Thus certain territories start to be very thorough and specific when it comes to documents and identification, as duplicates start to become more and more common.

Heed of warning: implied massacre and genocide, and mention of blood. Be warned.

Creepypastas: This Subtype is a very interesting and sad case all around with a very sticky situation. Their origins are just like the Internet originates and are a rather recent subtype. However, they have been set apart by them for two reasons. A myth started by a con man states that their "special, mystical blood", commonly known as "Hyper Realistic Blood", can help enhance a caster's powers to an immense degree. Because of this, they have be constantly hunted for it and even milked dry from their blood with the harshest methods. Over the recent past years, they decrease in original numbers and certain Creepypasta Fictionals have to be replaced for future projects whether they have been presumed permanently dead or not.

Another is that they are very different from the other sub types. Unlike everyone else, Creepypasta Fictionals always have pale gray skin (like Lost Silver/Creepypasta Gold) or bright, pure white skin (like Slendy and Jeff). There have been variations where their skin tones are paler than their other counterparts. They see the world a tad different from the other subtypes as they can only see shades of black, white, gray, and red and naturally have night vision regardless of what creature they are based on. They also have a condition where they cry, sweat, and cough blood since creation. Another notable feature they have is that they typically have red glowing irises and black sclera. However, there has been exceptions. They are the weakest Fictionals when it comes to using magic as using their powers can drain them easily and make them bleed more than usual.

They have been difficult to find then, they've been difficult to find now. Though, it is not impossible for Medians to run into one without actively searching for them for whatever reason.

[hanabaudelaire]

12:12 am, 1/2/25

It's actually 12:10 am, but figured by the time I finish writing this first sentence it'd be closer. Plus, it looks a little better as 12:12 than 12:10.

As a kid, I wanted to be a writer.

More clearly, I wanted to work in the field of words, because it was always something that interested me. There was a Japanese bibliography about a famous author that I read in the third grade, and it went something like, "... I've spent 50 years living alongside words..." and remembering being jealous, as weird as that sounds. I'd like to think that the sense of jealousy comes from a cynical view of writing as a profession as a young age, maybe feeling the limitations of my own abilities to a certain extent and wishing I had that ability within me. Ever since then, I've always wanted to work alongside words and within it, music. I still believe in the importance and magic that words carry, but being in my mid-20s now (scary, I know), I've been feeling more of a dissonance between the perception of words and meanings behind it. I remember as a kid, I felt more eloquent and conversational, with clear intentions and communicative efforts. I felt more in the presence of myself, and in more confidence. I felt like I had the ability to talk to whoever, and come out okay. These days, I feel less inclined to feel that way. I feel like every word I use is more carefully thought out, only because I'm almost scared that it will be perceived in the wrong way, or with misguided intentions. My goal this year is to automate myself a little more, and have a little more of that automatic confidence back.

As I flew in back from Seattle this morning and running on 2.5 hours of sleep, it occurred to me that the twenty-somethings are dissipating rather quickly. I don't feel comfortable with that idea, and the more I grow older, the words of the forerunners telling me to "enjoy my youth" echo repeatedly through the chambers of my hollow head. The more you live, I'm starting to learn, the more you become "all in"- meaning, time is currency in itself and life is a roulette table. No matter how you play, if you have more chips (time), you can make up your losses. I'm not sure if 25 is all that old, but I think if I don't do anything by this year, I'm better off hanging myself.

Respectfully, I'm always scared. I've come to accept that.

I'm scared of change.

I'm scared of commitment.

I'm scared of perception from others.

I'm scared of my own standards.

I'm scared of direction.

But in the midst of it all, I find a reason to keep going.

Everyone around me feels like they are more in tune with what they want to pursue. They put it into action. I think the thing about words is that it's really easy to feel content by just "writing" and not really putting any action (like making them public), hence the pile of unsent letters to my former life.

This year, my main goal is to be more in action.

More music.

More health.

More relationships.

More work.

More of myself.

I realized that in the quest to appeal to others, I've gradually lost a sense of myself. I feel like it's really easy to do that in the city of angels.

Thank you Seattle for making me realize what I enjoy.

2025 will be a movie.

The stars are telling me to get on with it.

[hungryzomb1e]

In other news, I've been kicked from that groupchat that I was promoting. I'll explain under the cut.

Lowkey, there's nothing for me to explain lol. I was breaking the rules. The chat requires an extremely consistent level of interaction in majority of the chats. You've gotta talk, you've gotta interact with your fellow members. I did that to an extent, but not nearly enough to warrant my stay there. I told the admin just as much, though I did try and argue my case a little (more like a lot). But when it comes down to it, I had to face the facts.

I wasn't consistent, I wasn't trying hard enough. Another excuse I used was awkwardness. Talking is hard for me. After stating that, I was asked why I joined in the first place. And tbh that was a really good point. I wanted to try harder to get out of my shell, to try and be more consistent, but I can't say the right move was using that chat as the training grounds for that imadequacy on my part. I'm not a member anymore so I can't promote it I don't think, but if someone comes across this I just wanna be clear: don't waste the admin's time. They've put a lot of work into that group chat, and they're the most serious one there. That should be respected.

I did deeply appreciate my time there too! It truly feels like a community there once you get acclimated, and the tough rules did actually help keep me accountable. I'm gonna try and keep up that vibe, despite not being there. That'll be consistency as well on my part: I'll try and post more here. Accountability and all that. In my defense too, I was recording accurately when I was there, and I swear I only binged like twice as opposed to my daily ones. The benefit of a competitive environment.

Also to further clarify, the group is also for self harm. Do I self harm? Yes! I never quite got a chance to join a cvtting sesh while there though, and if any of the old members are reading this, I really want you to believe me when I say I do cut, and I wasn't lying about that. It'd be really fucking weird to lie about that. It did take a while for my blades to come in, but they finally did, but this is where that awkwardness really shot me in the foot so to speak. I felt too nervous about asking anyone if they wanted to join a cvt session, when I'm pretty certain nobody would've minded when I asked. I'm certain that people would of joined too.

All in all, I got kicked for my own stupidity. The admin was even willing to give me another chance despite everything, but I told them not to. I just felt like, if I'd done so wrong, don't honor that by letting shit slide with me, y'know? I still respect and care about them a lot, despite my failures to comply with the rules. That'll never change. And I'm also going to stay strong and keep starving. I don't intend on being fat forever; never have and never will. I'll get to my UGW no matter how long it takes. And I hope the rest of the members do too!

That's all I have to say on it!

[levis-little-nuggie]

How the brothers would react to catching f!MC riding a suction-cupped dildo on the communal HOL washing machine

I didn't think through how much I hate this idea, but I fuckin ran with it so here we are and I'm not apologizing. However the title is still a work in progress. I am accepting ideas.

This first one is Lucifer's reaction.

Warnings: little bit of blood (in a sexy way), he calls MC some vulgar names >:( but he apologizes so I guess it's okay, fem!MC because I was feeling self-indulgent.

Rating: explicit 😌

Word count (so far): 2,628

Carrying the weight of the hamper on her hip, MC closed the laundry room for behind her and padded over to the oversized washing machine. It was laundry day for her and living in a mansion with seven demon brothers didn't make this any easier. Their keen sense of smell had her on edge about keeping certain articles of clothing cleaner, washing them more frequently than when she lived in the human world.

She threw in her load of pajamas, towels, and underwear, including the pair she had been currently wearing, leaving her in an oversized shirt she'd "borrowed" from Beel. MC mixed in the detergent and fabric softener, and started the cycle. As the hot water started pouring into the bin, MC double-checked that the door was closed before pulling out the suction-cup dildo she'd hidden in the laundry bin and stuck it to the top of the washer. MC nudged the step stool closer to the machine, applied a generous amount of lube to the toy, clambered on top of the washer, and positioned herself over the dildo.

Thanks to previous instances in the laundry room, MC was fully aware of both the machine's durability to hold her weight comfortably, and its vigorous shaking when loads were unbalanced. Asmo had winked at her when she came running to him for help for taming the large appliance. "You could say, with a bit of creativity, it'd be the next best thing to sitting on my face, hon."

He'd been right. Unfortunately, this also meant that Asmo knew what laundry day meant to MC and she already felt mortified sharing this dirty secret with Asmo so MC tried her best to schedule her trip to the laundry room for whenever he wasn't home. Luckily enough, it seemed the rest of the brothers were completely unaware of her sinful indulgence and this activity quickly became addicting.

Having already been wet from the excitement, MC's fingers slid into her, pumping and scissoring to stretch herself open. She pressed the tip of the toy against her opening, biting her lip to stifle the noises she wanted to make as her fingers moved to circle over her clit, squeezing her eyes shut as her hips lowered onto the toy. Taking a few moments to breathe from the size of the dildo filling her up, MC maneuvered her legs to shift from her kneeling position sitting on the machine, toy fully sheathed inside, her ass against the lid, and legs hanging over the top.

Her hands trembled from both the excitement and the warmth that stirred in her lower abdomen as she reached for her phone; the machine would be still for awhile as the clothes soaked, but MC loved to fantasize she was cock-warming any one of the brothers until they both gave in and he fucked her mercilessly.

Lazily circling her hips to feel the toy move around inside her, MC mindlessly nibbled on her thumb while flicking thru Devilgram. Scrolling down the feed, she stopped to watch a video Mammon had posted, the audio flowing through the DDD's speakers a teaser for an upcoming song he was releasing. Turning up the volume on her device, MC let the video repeat as she felt herself getting hyped for the track to release. After double-tapping to like the post and leaving an energetic comment, MC opened the music app on her DDD and shuffled the playlist she made of the brothers' songs to stream while she opened a game on her phone to complete the daily task while waiting for the washer cycle to start.

The above set-up will be the same for all the brothers. Below this point will be Lucifer's reaction.

Another prank from the Lucifer You S*ck team left the eldest with some ruffled feathers and an ever-growing coffee stain on his RAD uniform. A vein pulsed on his forehead as he sauntered to the laundry room.

What he wasn't expecting, however, was to hear MC singing along to Satan's song behind the laundry room door. The eldest brother hesitated, his grip tightening on the doorknob as he debated waiting for her laundry to finish but found his brows furrowing as she stopped singing, the machine started its spin cycle, and the faintest of moans floated through the door.

"What in Diavolo's name-" Lucifer opened the door to investigate but halted as he took in the scene before him. MC's eyes had widened, staring directly at Lucifer in a way that perfectly explained the human idiom "like a deer stuck in the headlights." Her mouth was agape but quickly snapped shut as she tried to stifle her panting, legs crossing themselves in an attempt to look innocent, but her white-knuckle grip on the edge of the washer had him feeling alarmed.

"MC, what's going on? Are you feeling unwell?" The machine had started rocking as it began its spin cycle, but Lucifer couldn't figure out why MC was sitting on top of the washer. Was she feeling ill? Her forehead had a sheen of sweat, did she have a fever? Lucifer dropped his clean uniform and crossed the room so he was directly infront of MC, reaching out to feel her heated face, completely disregarding her feeble attempts to assure him she was fine.

'Lucifer! I'm fine, just doing some laundry' was what she wanted to say. However, with the machine rocking, the dildo was rubbing right up against her g-spot and she was fighting the urge to grind her hips. She managed to sound out the first half of his name, but the way his gorgeous, ruby eyes looked into hers with concern, his facial features that were carved by God himself, and a single thrust against that spot had her shivering, finishing the rest of his name in a sultry moan.

The Avatar of Pride blinked as the cogs in his brain stuttered trying to piece together what was happening, his hand froze in mid-air as he had been reaching out to feel the temperature of her skin. The machine continued to rock and MC couldn't find the strength to pretend she wasn't riding a dildo on the communal washing machine and felt her control starting to slip. MC couldn't read the expression on his face and averted her gaze, trying to deny that him watching her like this was turning her on even more.

Seeing his hand stretched out, MC leaned forward the small distance to press her cheek against his palm, biting her lip as she stole a glance at the demon. His eyes remained transfixed, dazed, but he didn't pull his hand away and MC was feeling a little more daring than usual. Tilting her head, she pressed his thumb against her lip, her eyes flickering again to his own for barely half a second, and closed her lips around the tip of his thumb, running her tongue along the seam of the leather. His lack of response coaxed MC on to keep going. Her tongue drew the digit in further, lips gliding over the leather, the material fueling new fantasies she'd previously overlooked.

As the dildo continued its steady rocking, MC felt her control melting away and frustration slowly started to build. Why hadn't he moved? Surely it'd be better if the eldest had scoffed in disgust and turned away than to have him just staring at her like this. She swirled her tongue around his thumb, lips hollowing as she sucked, trying to illicit some sort of response from the demon.

However, he remanded unmoving. MC felt an array of emotions ranging from frustration, shame, embarrassment, anger, all mixed with the sexual desire raging thru her, MC felt tears prick her eyes. She released the thumb from between her lips with an audible pop and faced Lucifer with a snarl; which he found endearing and as threatening as the chihuahua.

"I don't do live performances. Either touch me or leave." MC made a show or grabbing her breast from under her shirt, letting the pleasure from the toy fill her senses and began grounding her hips against the toy as the spin cycle picked up speed. Getting ready to bark at him again, MC yelped as the shirt was torn open and a pair of hands gripped her hips keeping her still but the dildo continued moving with the machine.

"I didn't realize our little human was such a naughty slut. Really. Sticking a toy on our washing machine? Are you that desperate to be fucked?" Nails bit into her flesh as his voice called out her sins, all traces of her bravado gone, replaced with an overwhelming sense of embarrassment and shame. MC tried hiding her face but he still saw the tears that threatened to spill over before crawl down her face and cooed.

"There's nothing to feel ashamed over, my dove. I apologize if I was too vulgar." Lucifer lifted her hips and she squirmed, not ready for him to see the full extent of the situation; the idea of the dildo coated in her juices waving about on top of the poor washing machine only intensified her embarrassment. However, before she could speak out, Lucifer dropped her hips causing her to slam herself back down on the toy. Stars erupted across her vision as the demon repeated the action, drinking in her reactions and felt his erection strain against his pants.

"This carnal desire is human nature. If anything, it's our own fault for not considering such a basic need." His fingers trailed along her neck, tapping against her pulse as if in thought. The hum of the washer broke through the moment and Lucifer clicked his tongue behind his teeth. He reached behind her to turn off the machine and lifted MC off the machine, and the dildo.

MC didn't get a chance to wince from the manhandling as her lips were immediately covered with his own and she felt him pulling her close to him, his hands urging her to wrap her legs around him. She couldn't match the fire he was pouring into her fast enough and he growled, simultaneously smacking her ass and grinding his erection against her folds. This new side of the prideful demon caught her off guard, but the smack brought her back with a fervor.

Her hands fumbled with the buttons on his collar and he kneaded where he spanked her, causing MC to mewl into the kiss. One of his hands moved up to hold the back of her neck as he walked to pin her against a wall. Her legs squeezed his hips tighter and he reached up to break open the collar of his shirt, shedding the clothing haphazardly somewhere else in the room. Meanwhile, MC moved to undo his pants, reaching into his trousers to palm his erection. Lucifer hissed and grabbed her wrists, pinning them to her stomach with one hand.

Releasing her lips, Lucifer latched onto her throat, biting down on the skin above her pulse and positioned himself at her entrance, hesitating for only a moment to allow her the chance to back out. Her nails dug into his shoulders as she braced herself, kissing the side of his head, and granting him permission with a soft, "please." Her voice turned into a wanton cry as he pushed himself into her. His tongue lapped at her throat, sucking against her skin as a feeble distraction to keep himself from fucking her before she was ready but the way her body was receiving him was making the demon tremble.

"Lu, please, I need you to fuck me," all shyness and mortification was gone and all that remained was the sexual desire and a sense of urgency.

"Do you know what you're asking of me, my dear? Do not underestimate me."

"Lucifer, fuck me or else I will invoke our pact and make you-" the rest of MC's threat was lost, replaced by a sob as Lucifer's restraint snapped and began thrusting wildly into MC. It didn't take long for him to readjust his position, turning them away from the wall. With his hands on her hips, the eldest brother moved her against his thrusts, bouncing her on his cock and slamming back into her. His rhythm would change randomly between fast and shallow to deep thrusts where he'd pull out to the tip and snap his hips to fully sheath himself. He'd felt her muscles constrict around him a few times, keeping a tally of how many orgasms he pulled from her, but he wanted her to make a mess and to make a mess of her.

Bending MC backwards, he continued drilling into her as he held her hips in-front of him. Her voice cried out in a scream as he relentlessly thrusted against that spot and she felt a wave building.

"Lu s-st, wait, I'm, you're gonna make, h-hold on-"

"I know MC, it's okay. Let go."

With Lucifer's words of encouragement, MC felt herself relax, giving in to the impending wave that continued to build. Reaching out, her hands found a shelf to stabilize herself, her mouth open in a silent scream as the dam broke and ecstasy filled her senses. The way she clamped down on his cock had Lucifer's hips stuttering through his own orgasm, filling her with his seed quicker than he had intended; the intensity of her orgasm having coaxed his to follow suit.

As the fog cleared in his mind, Lucifer's fingers twitched and he noticed the array of bruises littering her hips. MC lifted her head to look up at him, but the rest of her body was limp. She smiled sheepishly causing Lucifer to roll his eyes but his lips turned to shape a playful smile and MC giggled as he pulled her up. They winced as he pulled out of her, but she kissed his cheek and he brushed his nose against hers, humming as they basked in their afterglow together.

Lucifer grabbed a blanket to wrap around them and turned to leave the laundry room when he caught sight of the glittery purple dildo still mounted to the lid of the washing machine. He snorted and walked over to it. Having curled into the demon, MC had to turn to see why he'd stopped walking and groaned.

"Don't you dare."

"Hmm?

"You're going to say something really condescending and I don't want to hear it." MC snuggled closer into Lucifer's chest, pulling the blanket over her head in protest.

"I don't know about 'condescending,' but-"

"Lucifer, don't you fuckin do it."

"This had to been Asmo's idea."

"..."

"It just reeks of desperation and wanting to get caught."

"Lucifer!"

"Now if you had been a good human, and come to me with your situation sooner, all of this could have been avoided. But now, there's a big mess to clean up." Having lived with the demon brothers long enough and sitting thru many a famous Lucifer lecture, MC could hear the smirk in his voice. In retaliation, MC pinched the Avatar of Pride's nipple earning her a grunt and a thump on the back of her head. She hissed like a cat from behind the blanket and Lucifer sighed from the absurdity of the whole thing.

"Do you want to go get cleaned up?"

"....yes."

"Do you need me to keep carrying you?"

"...yes."

"Then be a good girl and hold this." MC pulled the blanket away from her head, curiosity having piqued her interest, but groaned when Lucifer handed her the aforementioned dildo. "I don't want the others seeing this in case the room isn't cleaned up by the time they come back from their classes."

Damn him for making perfect, logical sense.

"Besides, I might want to use it on you later."

"...I hate you."

"I know."

[yardsards]

living in my own apartment has really showed me the full extent of how Fucked Up my living situation was. i'm not even talking about the abusive parent thing here. i mean just the physical environment. we grew up in a shitty dilapidated old farmhouse.

it always smelled just a little bit like piss. whether it was human or animal piss varied from time to time. human piss got less frequent as my dad stopped getting blackout drunk so often. animal piss got more frequent when my parents got a little dog that they didn't bother to train; i started wearing shoes indoors all the time

there was a terrible mouse problem. they weren't as bad upstairs but you could still hear em skittering through the walls at night. they were worst in the kitchen. certain cupboards had it worse than others, so we tried to store things based on that. you had to store the pantry staples in thicker containers: ideally metal or glass- if you used tupperware you'd have to replace it every couple months cuz the mice would start to chew through it. the everyday dishes and cutlery were kept in one of the areas where mice didn't bother to go, but stuff like mixing bowls and pots and pans had to be scrubbed out before you used them, just to be safe.

and then there were the bugs. having at least obe bug in the room with you was the rule, not the exception. especially in summertime. especially during the night. i'd have to go to bed with about a dozen bugs in my room (not even counting the gnats, of which there were several dozen) every night in the summer, because trying to get rid of them was a waste of effort. there were spiders with bodies the size of my big toe and legs the length of my fingers. spiders were mostly consider good, though, because one spider would eat multiple other bugs. but i got used to the bugs, for the most part. left over from that is the fact that i now have to consciously remind myself to put bugs outside when i see one in my apartment, instead of just leaving them there.

winter was worse than the summer, though. for most of my childhood we relied primarily on a wood stove (using logs my dad would cut throughout the year) in the living room because heating the house with electricity was too expensive. the air was dry and smelled a bit like soot.

we'd sometimes supplement that with electric wall heaters or space heaters if it got too cold for the stove to keep up with, and my dad would fuss over the cost the whole time. but the heaters were pretty weak and couldn't keep the house warm if the fire wasn't running. the fire needed constant tending, and if me and my sister were home alone (we weren't allowed to manage the fire as children) it would get cold very fast. we wore our winter coats indoors after we got home from school, before our mother came home from work and lit the fire (which had to be snuffed out in the morning when my dad left for work, so as not to risk another house fire. (which happened once but everyone was home and we could call the fire department so it only burned the roof by the time they got there)). it'd get extra cold at night, both because the outdoors cold colder after dark and because no one would be awake and actively adding fuel to the fire.

but even with the fire and the heaters, it was almost always a little bit chilly. you generally had to wear a jacket or robe over your pajamas at all times, and keep a blanket wrapped around yourself as you went about your day. i'd spend most of my time either curled up in bed or gravitating to whatever heat source i could find. i'd sit up so close to the wood stove that my skin would get red hot but i'd stay there til the cold that'd dug its way into my bones cooled off. or me and my sister would get into fights over who got to sit in the warm spot in front of the good electric heater.

i went to sleep at night, curled up in a tight little ball, half a dozen blankets on me, covering up even my face, arranged so there was just a small hole near my nose to breathe through. in the mornings, i'd pick out the day's outfit and then lie down on top of it for a few minutes so i wouldn't have to put cold fabric directly onto my body (cold denim is The Worst). i became a master of getting dressed under the still-warm blankets in my bed.

as we got older and my dad got too old to keep chopping firewood and we got Slightly Less Poor we got more electric heaters and stopped using the wood stove. and some of the problems caused by having to rely on fire went away, but it was still often very cold inside

i. think i might've been legit traumatized by those winters.

it sounds almost silly to call feeling cold traumatic. it was so minor compared to most of the traumatizing shit that happened to me as a kid. and it wasn't like, ever deadly cold. we were never at risk of homelessness. it probably never even dropped below 55F; it wasn't like my cousins who spent a couple years having to wear winter coats indoors all winter. but. i think it was still trauma, in a way.

but like. every year during autumn, i feel this sinking sense of dread as i realize it's getting colder.

a little of that is just cuz i hate winter for normal reasons. i have no cold tolerance. i'm scrawny and mildly anemic. my brain interprets cold sometimes as a sharp burning pain. even when i'm fully bundled up (and i mean REALLY bundled up, not just throwing on a winter coat and a hat, i'm talking 3 layers of clothing under the coat type of shit) the cold creeps in. having to walk to and from places often ends up feeling painful from the cold. and i love being outdoors and being trapped inside drives me bonkers

but i think a lot of that dread is legit a trauma response.

or even when i'm chilly for just a bit too long, i sometimes even end up crying. not because the cold air makes my eyes water, not from the physical pain of the cold, but because i get a feeling of helplessness that i couldn't figure out the source of til just now.

[mettywiththenotes]

Concept: Pro hero Toga AU who receives blood vials from her fans, as they show support for her work, both for infiltration and for using their quirks too

Oh that'd be so good

Like, she's done so much good for the community that the fans are just like "here take my blood, just in case you ever need a quick disguise in missions! ;)"

It'd be like her fans giving back to her, giving thanks to everything she's done

I bet that much trust put into Hero Toga would make her cry, like if she's faced the whole Villain Quirk bullying before. Been told her whole life that she's creepy or that she's bad for having a fascination for blood, told to conform and be normal. It had a big impact on her life and it's taken her years to heal, and she's trying to unlearn all that stuff even now. So to have this happen... she knew she was popular, but to this extent? She's so happy!

And as I just said, she knows she's popular but when you receive a vial of blood and a letter wrapped around it saying something to the effect of "You inspire me, I've been told my quirk is scary my entire life and thought that I could never be a hero with it, but guess what? Now I'm in the hero course! And it's all thanks to you for inspiring me to ignore what people say and carry out my dream!", she's confronted yet again with the fact that she's had this big impact on her fans life's and has to take a second to collect herself

I bet the letters would have descriptions of the quirk too. Toga would have to test them out, train with them, try to get a handle on control while still saving some blood for later (she doesn't want to use up it's intended use after all!)

And maybe she'd have to contact her fans for the more complicated quirks. Like, she'd read their descriptions and how to use them, but some descriptions are unclear or need further explanation, so she sends emails back and forth to chat with the person, get a clearer idea of the quirk

I bet there are also some cases where like. she'll drink a vial of blood, test out the persons quirk and base the training off of the description of the quirk, but smthg happens and it turns out that the quirk! Has many different uses!! Like yeah sure it can do what the explanation said but it turns out that it can also have this effect on this type of opponent or that effect on that environment, which surprises Toga and she has to wonder "Does this fan know what they're quirk can do? Or are they completely unaware of it??"

So yeah. Once again, emails back and forth. Mostly it'll be the case that that fan didn't know their quirk could do that and didn't know because "My only experience with using my quirk was during middle school quirk classes! I'm an office worker so I've never had to use my quirk outside of school😅 Thank you for letting me know, it could be really dangerous if I use it in that environment!😱"

But she'll also get the rare occasion where the blood vial sender literally just forgot their quirk had that effect on certain things, and that case will be because the effect is so so specific that it never came up "apart from that one time in high school but ever since then I thought it would never come up again! I'm sorry!!" to which Toga just has to sigh. She loves her fans but man you'd think they'd mention that (though with quirks becoming more and more complex as the years go by, maybe she can't blame them too much for forgetting)

On a whole other note, I bet there would be some funny moments

Like she's drank the vial of a teenage boy because she spotted a Villain in a mall during patrol and she needs to keep her eye on them. So she's following, waiting to get close enough to arrest them, but then she turns the corner and... it's the teenage boy that gave her his blood! Literally just like this

But she has to keep her eye on the Villain so she just has to give them a grin and a finger to her lips as she passes them. She swears she hears the teenage boy laugh back in disbelief and get his phone ready for the Villain chase

She's had a couple of instances like that where she meets the blood vial donor in person while on a mission or during patrol. There's even a special hashtag on social media (and an album in her phone) dedicated to selfies with her "identical twins", and photographers (as well as civilians) who took photographs of Toga as that person, stood next to them triumphantly while the Villain is being arrested or tied up or smthg. Needless to say, she has fun with it

So yeah. Toga would have so much fun with her fans if they did that, she'd be up for selfies and getting to know her fans

I wonder if there would also be cases where she has to meet up with some of her fans so she can ask further about a quirk or smthg. But idk. She would probably be the type to do that and have one of her friends (like Hero Spinner or her secret Vigilante friend Mr Compress) secretly stalk them to make sure she isn't kidnapped or smthg lol

[a-pretty-nerd]

Self Indulgent Shigaraki Nonsense Part 2!

Tomura Shigaraki x pregnant!reader headcannons

Lmao I'm obsessed with this idea, I'm having so much fun with it. I love it, and I hope you guys like it too!

Warnings: Pregnancy and pregnancy related issues.

(I couldn't find the original artist for this, but just know that someone out there is a very talented artist lol)

After the initial reaction,

Shigaraki doesn't want to take you back home to the others. He doesn't want anyone to know.

He still wants you to get an abortion. It makes you feel, unwanted. The more he mentions it, the more it hurts you.

You knew he wouldn't be happy or excited about this, but neither were you. This just, hurt.

He stayed with you a few more nights in the hotel. He didn't want to leave your side, apart of him was afraid you'd still run. That you'd choose the baby over him. The other part, wanted desperately to protect you. To keep you safe and to him, an abortion would.

It would leave you free and untethered to him. He knew, objectivley, you shouldn't be with him. And he knew that if you ever needed to, in order to keep yourself safe, he would understand. But the idea of losing you made him unreasonably upset. What felt like sadness would soon turn to rage. He just, didn't want to lose you. He thought it was selfish of him to think that way, but he couldn't help it. It tore him apart from the inside out.

The years of having you around made him emotionally dependent. You cared for him in ways no one else had. He stayed up at night wondering where you had been his entire life. You felt like a missing piece of a puzzle.

He layed with you in bed one night, unable to sleep. He watched your sleeping form, the way your chest heaved up and down with every breath. His eyes ran over your body as a few fingers pulled away the covers. He eyed your belly. He felt his stomach turn as he thought about it all.

There was already so much he didn't know. He didn't really even understand how you knew you were pregnant or what stage you were at. What would a baby like his look like? Visions of a horrible monster came to mind. No matter what, it was no good. He had to convince you to get rid of it before it was too late. Before it tore you apart.

The basis for his fears were unknown, even to him. He knew thats not how things really worked, he knew his fears seemed ridiculous to you, but still. He felt guilty. He felt a sense of dread as he thought about it. It took two after all. He felt like he had condemned you. He like he had wronged or hurt you.

"This love, loves the trouble." He remembered you saying. He thought you were being foolish, blinded by your feelings to see realisticly. How could you not see? You were doomed. If the monster inside you wouldn't kill you, then it would tie you to him for forever. It'd be born into a world he hadn't solved yet, even if it could help him, it wasn't a tool. If you ever needed to leave, go off and be safe somewhere else, you couldn't. It would always tie you to him. It made him feel sick. You would never have the freedom he wanted for you.

You stirred in your sleep, your eyes slowly coming open before you turned to look up at him. He looked down at you, warm tears falling down an emotionless face. He was so lost in thought, he didn't realize he was crying.

"Uh, Tomura? Whats wrong? You're crying." You sat up and started to wipe the tears away from his cheeks before he wrenched himself from your grasp. He sat on the side of the bed, hunched over, before he got up to use the bathroom.

You sat there in wonder as you laid back down. He was no doubt thinking about the baby again. Baby. The word seemed foreign to even think about. A baby. Lost in thought, Shigaraki came back into the room. The light from the bathroom masking his silhouette in the door frame.

"You have to get rid of it." He mumbled.

"We've been over this before, I'm fine. Nothing bad is going to happen. Women have babies all the time, I promise-"

"No...you don't understand. You can't do this to yourself." He shuffled forward to the bed.

"What?"

"Think about it this way, you'll be rendered useless to the league. You and I were dangerous enough, but now,"

"Well damn, I didn't realize I'm such a fucking burden."

"THAT'S NOT-" He bit his tongue. Yelling at you or showing his anger never solved anything, it only made things worse. "You're not a burden. You're in danger. As a villian you run so many risks but the moment you got busy with me, you made yourself vulnerable. You made me, vulnerable. Adding a third into this, makes not only us more vulnerable but them as well. If the heroes knew we were involved with one another the way we are, they'd take advantage. They'd threaten you, they'd kill you if they got the chance."

"Then we won't give them that chance." You uttered. He balled his fists and turned away, holding his head down.

"It's not that simple. You don't understand."

"I understand just fine, Tomura. You don't think I haven't thought about all the ways this could go wrong? Tomura, you're all I have. You are my family regardless of a third party, you're my best friend and I love you with everything I am."

"This isn't about me. I can't promise you anything, I can barley keep you safe now. If you choose this, I can't do anything for you. I can't promise your safety or comfort. And especially not happiness." You crawled along the bed in a hurry before reaching out to grab ahold of his wrists. He froze.

"You make me happy." You told him. When he didn't move you spoke again. "You make me happy. All I want is you, all I want is to love you and be loved by you. I'm not asking for safety or comfort, I lost those a long time ago. I'm just asking for you." He stayed silent for a while, not moving or saying a word. The only sound in the room being his heavy breathing. "Tomura?"

"I feel torn." He rasped.

"Torn between what? Your war and me? You don't have to choose."

"No. Not that." He pulled his hand away from your grasp. "You would still choose me, choose me to be a father. Knowing what you know." You pasued and thought for a moment. He watched you.

"I didn't mean for this to happen. I didn't mean to put you in such a difficult position. But I know you. I know how kind you can be. I know you're whole goal is to create a better world for people, to free humanity. I know the pain you struggle with and the issues you face. But there is no other soul I'd choose over you."

"You're so foolish." He sighed, crumbling as he sat down on the bed. You wrapped an arm around his shoulders and rested your forehead against the side of his. "How could a woman so smart, be so ridiculous?" He rested a palm on your knee.

"Love does that sometimes, doesn't it?" You spoke softly.

"It does. It makes me a fool." He turned his head to press his forehead against yours in a sweet gesture.

"For the record, I think you'd make a fine parent." He scoffed at you.

"I doubt I will." Will. Will? The word echoed in your mind.

"I guess you'll just have to wait and see." You said with a smile. Tomura leaned in and gave you a soft kiss. You leaned into it and took deep breaths as you ran your hands over his chest. He rested his palm over your hand placed on his knee.

"This isn't a game yknow. We don't get second chances here." He warned, squeezes your hand.

"I know."

"Its still early isn't it? You still have time to rethink." He told you, slowly turning and pulling you in to hold you tightly.

"I guess..." you trailed off.

"Just...if anything goes wrong...if anything happens to you..."

"I'll be fine." You reassured.

"You can't know that. How am I going to keep you safe?" He muttered to himself, tucking his face into your shoulder.

"I'll be more careful, I promise. And I'll stay away from dangerous missions, and I'll stay away from heroes from now on, alright?" You told him, rubbing your hands up and down his back.

"Just....think it over...please..." He begged.

"Alright...I'll think it over..." You made no promises. With that, Shigaraki agreed to bring you home. Not saying a word to anyone about your whereabouts. Toga asked you privately about your absence, mostly to confirm that you were alright. You brushed it off, saying it was a private mission or something like that.

Toga knew more than the rest. She asked more questions, knew more details. She knew the true extent of your relationship. Being a close friend of yours, she was trusted with more information than most. Others were lucky if Shigaraki even answered questions about your relationship, declaring it was none of their buisness and to leave him alone.

You didn't tell Toga, you couldn't. It wouldn't matter if she knew or not and getting someone else mixed up in your buisness was a bad idea. Life went back to normal, you went about your buisness as usual, but soon symptoms started to become more of a hazard as the weeks passed. Certain smells like cigarette smoke and eggs would make you violently ill. Nausea and fatigue haunting you throughout the day. You'd wake up feeling sore and groggy, unable to shake the feeling. It bothered Tomura.

He'd watch you raise from the bed and shuffle off to the bathroom with a deep stare. Observing you with a dark gaze. For the most part, he kept his opinions to himself. He knew there was little he could do. His only hope was that you would see "reason". If this is how you felt now, imagine your suffering later. The more pain and frustration you experienced, the more Tomura's heart ached. He felt responsible for your pain. Unable to shake the idea that he did this to you.

"Have you given it anymore thought?" He asked you. Entirely out of the blew, and while you were trying to relax no less. You laid on the floor, pillows piled underneath your head as you browsed your phone. Your feet propped up in his lap as he played a game on the Tv. You peered out from behind your phone screen.

"I have."

"And?" He didn't change his position or attitude.

"And what?" You looked back to your screen.

"Isn't the cut off date coming up soon?"

"Sure is."

"You have to make up your mind soon." You paused and thought for a moment. You watched him play.

"I have."

"Well?"

"I still want this." You told him. He paused his game and froze.

"I don't understand..."

"Pardon?"

"I dont understand!" He shouted. His anger directed out to the Tv instead of you. He dropped the controller and let his hands hang limp as he propped his elbows on your shins. "I don't understand... Taking so many risks... because of me."

"Well, we're villians. Isn't taking risks what lifes all about?"

"I...I'm sorry..." his shoulder began to bounce. His head hanging low while he balled his fists. You sat up, realizing he had started to cry. You placed firm hands on his back to rub and comfort him. He cried, his hands coming up to cover his face and wipe away his tears. "This is all my fault..." He squeaked.

"Tomura, sweety, it's okay." You held continued to rub slow soothing circles over his back. The other on his knee in an attempt to ground him.

"I don't understand...why...why you want this...I don't get it...it makes no sense!" He sobbed. "Why, WHY!?" He clung to you, reaching out to dig his gloved fingers into your sweater in an attempt to keep you close. You held him tight, running gentle fingers through his hair. You let him cry a little longer before answering.

"You know how they say 'love makes you do crazy things?'" You started.

"That's not a reason!" He argued.

"Well, sure, but...it's true isn't it. I mean, our relationship is evidence enough, right? But besides that, when I found out, I was scared too. I'm still scared. But the more I think about it, the more I want it. It makes me smile to think about. I get butterflies and its all I can think of. It's like, I'm falling in love with you all over again." He looked up from his place tucked away in your chest. His eyes red and tired from his crying.

"But why me?" He groaned, "you could have this with anyone you wanted. Why me?"

"Because I don't want anyone else," you squeezed him tight with a smile, "I want you." You planted gentle kisses on his tear riddled cheeks. He let out a soft sigh before pulling you in to give you a proper embrace. He tucked his face in your neck and took deep breaths, as if to savor the feeling of you so close.

"I'm still sorry," he grumbled, "I got you into this mess."

"Hey, it took two, right? Besides, I don't know about you, but I had fun." You squeezed his thigh, trying to lighten the mood. He squirmed in response.

"Not funny."

"What? For sex that good, I'd let you get me pregnant all over again." You chuckled in his ear. He squirmed again, his grip on you tightening.

"Don't say things like that." He scolded half-heartedly. His voice soft, he was embarrassed. You always knew how to get under his skin. Somehow, the way you did it, Tomura found it endearing. It felt fun and lightheaded the way you teased him. When you first did it, he tried to ignore it, he found you annoying and rude. But as time past, and he found your pestering of your fellow teammates pretty funny, he grew to enjoy your witty banter.

He slowly started to run kisses along your neck. He never really understood what you saw in him. Initially, he thought you wanting to be so close with him was an attempt to gain more power. But there was no evidence to support that, you just genuinely enjoyed his company. He found that bizarre. Tomura was well aware he had a bad attitude and was generally a pain in the ass to deal with.

But you got to him. When you were gone, he missed you. When you made a joke or teased, he laughed. When you were close, he felt warm and comfortable. More comfortable with you than without you. He grew way too attached for his liking. Especially now, he cursed himself for loving you. He called himself selfish and reckless and stupid. He beat himself up for it.

Regardless, if this is what you wanted, he would make this happen for you. But as the deadline came and went, he grew more and more paranoid. If the Heroes got ahold of you, it was game over.

[aikoiya]

Okay!

My hc is partially based off a very interesting story I read a very long time ago in which the 3 Golden Goddesses created Hyrule & each had children of their own.

I only really take inspiration from the overall bones of the plot & mostly do my own thing. However, the bones of the story is that Din had a son, Nayru had a daughter, & Farore had of son of her own.

Now, here's where I come in. Instead of Farore just having a son, I gave her twins: a boy & a girl. (I have a weird fascination with monozygotic twins, just go with it.)

You've likely figured out what's taking place here, but I'm gonna keep going because I'm ever so slightly manic. And I love any chance I can get to talk about it.

Anyway, this quartet was all around the same general age. Not to mention, their mothers were best friends. Like practically sisters. (Also, please keep in mind that I'm basically making these deities, for all intents & purposes, just people a bit higher up on the foodchain than mortals. Because I find that more interesting than the idea of incomprehensible beings. Like, it'd be one thing if they were literally fae who are believed to travel to & from Earth via the light of the full moon & are thus not of Earth, but in many ways, I sort of consider the legends of one's culture to be something of an extention of that culture's values expressing themselves in creative & imaginative ways. As such, the idea of the deities being so very incomprehensible & unpredictable to their own worshippers is... I dunno, it don't vibe with me. At least not in a story like this.)

Anyway, because I make them,essentially, just really powerful, long-lived people with sort of their own culture. That automatically means that they are very much not infallible. They will make mistakes &, much like ordinary people, they're basically figuring this stuff out as they go along, too. Which makes them interesting to me because it means that they have their own problems that they're wrestling with.

Not only that, but it also means that they have rules that they have to follow & one of those rules in this fic is that deities & certain powerful spirits have less power in places where they are not active parts of the pantheon. And, in such situations, lose what power they do have the less that they are recognized there. You don't need to be worshipped, but recognition & awareness of your tales are important. And the less is known about you in a place, the less power you have.

Because of this, deities in the world of Hyrule have the most power in places where they are active parts of the pantheon & the most recognized.

Another rule is to not interfere directly with mortal matters if it doesn't involve matters of the divinity. Unless it does, then they have to guide them indirectly in a hands-off manner. Basically, what we see in the games. This is partially done so that they don't become overreliant upon them because, again, they are just people with a lot of power.

Anyway, Din's son was named Gàlondo & he was a cocky, snobby little kid. But, again, just a kid. Nayru's daughter was, as you likely guessed, Hylia. And Farore's eldests were Karina & Sheikaku.

I have a boatload of lore on them, but that's for later.

Anyway, I'm sure you've read my chatterings concerning the Gerudo pantheon & the situation with Geladïna & Jawàrik. How they felt the need to separate due to war keeping them apart.

Anyway, due to Gàlondo's experiences growing up, he became... not the best person. He was selected as the first custodian of the Triforce & king of the gods of the Golden Land's very, very, extremely new pantheon.

And, he had a huge amount of pride in himself because, dude, this was a great honor. Like, he was still very young & he was already the king of the gods for an entire pantheon...

Bad idea because Jawàrik had to return to the eternal war in the Gerudo Homeland. Meaning that the person who kept Gàlondo in line was no longer there.

And it went about as well as one can imagine.

Now, I believe that I have a picture of the best I could do to approximate how Gàlondo looked before he stole the Fruit of Life from the Mother Tree.

Here we go!

Now, this isn't my art. I used the League of Legends character creator for the base, then fiddled with his look a bit in Illustrator.

It's not finished by a long shot. His abs look crappy!

And, unfortunately, there was no fire hair option, so I went with the closest approximation. Also, this isn't exactly how I imagine him to look, but it is the closest that I could get with the creator that I was working with. And, his eyes are supposed to burn like suns & a pair of impressive tusks. (Yes, I am aware that he looks nothing like Demise... I don't care.)

Anyway, I'm going with a very petulant & angry teen. Very petty. But I'm sure you knew that.

Anyway, he has a crush on Karina. Partially because they were friends at one point & he'd been crushing on her then as well. But also partially because she... uh... Let's just say that she grew up! XD

And, he was basically the deity equivalent of a late teen &... sure, he was thinking with his head... Just not the right one, is all! XD

And, yes, he did have real feelings for her, but just because feelings are genuine, that doesn't just mean that things are gonna work out.

Especially when he's grown to be so... very ill-socialized & arrogant & chauvanistic.

And, it's during this time that those scenes you suggested for Demise would take place. Though, with Gàlondo instead of Demise.

As you can guess, it doesn't end well at any point &... I admit it. It does hurt him more than one might think. Because, yes, he's a very bad person who's killed many & done many atrocious things, but the double-edged sword of being a person is that you can become a saint every bit as readily as you can become a monster.

And, the unfortunate reality is that Gàlondo had all-but sprinted down the path of a monster.

As per the hc post you did, he loaths mortals because he sees their ability to make meaningful connections & form strong bonds with others & it makes him burn with jealousy because he believes that he can do as such.

But that's untrue. He just doesn't know how & is afraid.

But that's subconscious thoughts. Conscious thoughts are saying, "they're weak, sniveling cowards," so much like rotten kid who's got home troubles, he starts squishing what he thinks of as little more than ants.

He is cruel & he is terrible.

Anyway, he stole a fruit & ate it, transforming him into an Akuma.

Now, I'm actually a bit tired now. But I'm commin' back! I guarantee it!!

3 random head canons each for the Ganondorfs (Wind Waker, Ocarina of Time, Twilight Princess, Hyrule Warriors, and Tears of the Kingdom) and Demise

Wind Waker Ganondorf

Fondness for the Sea: Despite his deep-seated desire for Hyrule, Wind Waker Ganondorf has developed a begrudging respect for the sea. He often finds solace in the sound of waves and occasionally contemplates the freedom and vastness it represents, contrasting it with his own feelings of entrapment and longing.

Music Appreciation: This Ganondorf has a secret appreciation for music, especially the melancholic tunes played by the Koroks. He finds them oddly comforting and reflective of his own internal struggles.

Animal Companion: He has a pet bird, a large raven named Rook, that he found injured one day. Rook is fiercely loyal to Ganondorf and often acts as his eyes and ears around the islands.

Ocarina of Time Ganondorf

Architectural Interests: Ocarina of Time Ganondorf has a keen interest in architecture. He personally designed many parts of his castle and is fascinated by the ancient structures scattered across Hyrule, often seeking to understand and replicate their design.

Swordsmanship Master: While his power often overshadows his skills, Ganondorf is a master swordsman. He practices diligently, believing that true strength lies not just in magic but in mastering all forms of combat.

Regretful Memories: Despite his ruthless nature, there are moments when he regrets the path he took. Late at night, he sometimes reminisces about his childhood in the Gerudo Desert, wondering what could have been if he had chosen differently.

Twilight Princess Ganondorf

Love for Horses: Twilight Princess Ganondorf has a deep affection for horses. He spent countless hours training and riding them in the Gerudo Desert, and he treats his steed, a black warhorse named Obsidian, with great care and respect.

Art Collector: He has a surprisingly refined taste in art. His private chambers are adorned with paintings and sculptures from various cultures and periods, each piece chosen for its beauty and historical significance.

Meditative Practices: Despite his imposing demeanor, Ganondorf practices a form of meditation. He believes it sharpens his mind and allows him to control his immense power more effectively, providing him moments of clarity and peace.

Hyrule Warriors Ganondorf

Strategic Genius: Hyrule Warriors Ganondorf is not just a brute force; he is a strategic genius. He spends hours studying battle tactics and historical battles, often devising elaborate plans to outmaneuver his enemies.

Reluctant Respect for Heroes: While he despises his enemies, he holds a grudging respect for those who have stood against him, especially Link. He sees their strength and determination as worthy of acknowledgment, even if it’s something he would never admit openly.

Gardening Hobby: In a surprising twist, this Ganondorf has taken up gardening. He finds the act of nurturing plants from seed to bloom a calming counterbalance to his otherwise destructive nature. His private garden is filled with exotic plants from across Hyrule.

Tears of the Kingdom Ganondorf

Interest in Ancient Lore: Tears of the Kingdom Ganondorf has a profound interest in ancient Hyrulean lore and artifacts. He spends considerable time researching and collecting ancient texts and relics, believing they hold the key to ultimate power.

Secret Compassion: Despite his fearsome reputation, he occasionally shows acts of unexpected kindness, especially towards children and animals. These moments are rare and often hidden from others, but they reveal a deeper complexity to his character.

Symbolic Tattoos: He has several tattoos that he designed himself, each representing a significant event or belief in his life. These tattoos are not just for decoration; they are imbued with magical properties and serve as sources of power and protection.

Demise

Love for Battle: Demise thrives in the heat of battle, not just for the conquest but for the thrill and challenge it provides. He often seeks out the strongest opponents, relishing the opportunity to test his might and strategy against formidable foes.

Deep-Seated Hatred for Mortality: Demise’s hatred for mortals is rooted in a deep-seated envy of their ability to love and create meaningful bonds. This jealousy fuels his desire to dominate and destroy, believing that if he cannot have such connections, then no one should.

Celestial Fascination: Despite his dark nature, Demise is fascinated by the stars. He often spends nights gazing at the sky, contemplating the universe's vastness and his place within it. This fascination is tied to his ancient origins and his desire to transcend his current form.