#but they do…I guess it’s an image thing

[sturniolohouse]

Camera Shy - M.S.

reader and matt go to a 3D ultrasound appointment to get a glimpse of their future daughter, who is seemingly camera shy.

“This is freaking me out,” Matt mutters, his face pale as he stares at the 3D image on the screen. His fingers drum nervously on his thigh that is bouncing up and down. 

"I know. It’s a little alien-like, huh," I say, watching the screen like a hawk, but all I can see are what look like limbs in the swirly mix of brown and tan on the screen. 

“Is that an arm or a leg?” He gawks at the screen, his blue eyes wide with a mix of awe and unease.

“That was an arm, although she does have very long legs,” the tech speaks up, her tone amused but light as she presses more buttons on the panel. 

I chortle, shaking my head. “Explains why she kicks me in the ribs constantly.”

“I’m just going to apply a little more pressure here to get a better angle of baby’s face. She’s sort of nestled into your side here,” the tech says, shifting the wand and pressing it deeper into my skin. 

“She really doesn’t want to cooperate today, does she?” I say, half-joking, though a part of me feels a pang of disappointment.

“Stubborn already,” Matt remarks, glancing at me with a small smirk. “Definitely takes after you.”

“Excuse me?” I shoot him a playful glare. “If anyone’s stubborn, it’s you. You do the same thing when I try to wake you up, grump,” 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he says, playing dumb, the corner of his mouth twitching.

The tech chuckles, clearly amused by our banter, “Why don’t you try moving her a bit? Press your hand onto this side and gently nudge her. See if that does the trick,” 

I place my hand where she instructed, pressing in a few times, keeping my eyes fixed on the screen. I watch for any sign of movement, but she stays put, stubbornly nestled against my side. I sigh deeply, but do it again, a bit harder this time when the tech encourages me that I can't hurt her. I feel her stir before I see it on the screen.

“Oh, oh, alright. Are you gonna show us your face, little one?” I ask softly and Matt moves in closer to get a better look. 

For a brief second she shifts position, giving us a teasing glimpse of her tiny profile. But just as quickly as she moved, her little hands shoot up to cover her face again, curling tightly into fists.

Matt groans playfully, throwing his hands in the air. “It’s like she knows,” 

“Oh wow, she’s definitely got a personality. Got her hands balled up in front of her face and everything.” She chuckles softly, and I sigh, glancing at Matt.

“Well, now we can say she definitely gets that from you,” I tease, tilting my head toward him. “Guess she won’t be a morning person either.”

Matt shoots me a side-eyed glare, his cheeks already tinged pink from the nerves that always seem to take over during these appointments. 

“I’m kidding,” I go to poke his cheek but he grabs my hand, gently pushing it away from his face and instead encases it in his warm hand. 

“Do you want to turn on your side, hun? Might make her change positions,” The tech offers another solution and I wave a hand at her and shrug. 

“That’s okay, she clearly doesn’t want to be bothered. We’ll try again next week.” I sigh, trying not to think about how she might be too big by then to get a good imaging. I'll be 32 weeks.

“I…might have an idea,” Matt speaks up hesitantly and I turn to him with a raised eyebrow. 

“What’s your idea?” I ask, narrowing my eyes at him though the corner of my mouth quirks up.

“Alright, don’t yell at me. It’s all I can think of,” he begins, grabbing his phone from his pocket. 

“If you do something stupid–”

“I’m not!” he insists, but his giggles give him away.

I watch him with a mix of skepticism and amusement. “You’re totally about to do something stupid.”

Matt grins mischievously, typing away at his phone, “Trust me,” he says, giggling as he pulls up a music app. “This is guaranteed to work.”

Before I can protest further, the room fills with the unmistakable bass drop of Sicko Mode. The tech freezes for a second, glancing between the two of us–clearly entertained, while I stare at Matt in disbelief.

“You’re kidding,” I say in absolute shock. “You’re seriously playing Travis Scott for her right now?”

“You’ve told me she does somersaults when music is on, Sicko Mode is the only way,” He reasons with nervous laughter.

I turn to the tech and ask her if I’m having a stroke, to which she shakes her head as she watches this scene unfold, trying her best to stifle her laughter.

“Will you at least turn it down,” I snap but can’t help but laugh as he shushes me and brings the speaker closer to my stomach.

And I’ll be damned... She moves. The screen flickers as her tiny fists shift, moving to rest beneath her dimpled chin, her face perfectly in frame.

“You’re actually kidding me—”

“I told you!” Matt exclaims, practically bouncing in his chair, his grin so wide it’s infectious.

I press my hand over my mouth, a mix of laughter and disbelief bubbling up. “I can’t believe she actually moved for Sicko Mode.”

Her tiny features are clear now, her face peaceful and perfect. My heart tightens.

The tech is laughing now, shaking her head as she looks at the screen. “I have to say, this is a first for me. But hey, whatever works,” She says as she starts snapping pictures.

We all tune out the music for a moment and watch the screen, finally soaking in the face we've been dying to see for months. I feel a lump rise in my throat and I almost tear up as I take in the faint resemblance of Matt in her little features–the curve of her nose, the shape of her lips–but my thoughts are interrupted.

“She looks exactly like you, kid.” Matt says suddenly, his voice soft and full of awe.

I blink, turning to him. “What?”

“Look at her,” he insists, pointing at the screen. “That round little face, that's your nose…look, at that little pout. C’mon that’s you,” He's smiling ear to ear.

I laugh quietly, brushing at my eyes. “I don’t know about that. I see you in her. You make that same face,” I sniffle.

Matt squeezes my hand, his grin and his eyes softening into something more tender. “Nah. She’s all you,” he says, his voice barely above a whisper as his eyes stay locked on the screen.

I turn back to the image on the monitor, my throat tight as I take in every detail of our perfect girl.

“Maybe she’s a little bit of both of us,” I whisper.

I glance back at Matt, who’s still playing Travis Scott aloud, “Unbelievable,” I mutter, shaking my head, though I can’t stop smiling. “Can't believe the only way she came out of hiding was because of Sicko Mode. You must be so proud.”

“Are you kidding me? Proudest moment of my life,” he replies, his blue eyes twinkling with mischief.

I snort, shaking my head, pressing my lips together and trying to keep a straight face. “You’re so annoying,” I say, though my laughter gives me away.

“And yet,” Matt starts, leaning closer to me, his voice dropping into that familiar teasing tone, “you love me for it.”

I roll my eyes, “Yeah, yeah,”

[emitowrites]

I am so fucking into you

I've written the fic! I did the thing!! Give it a read here if this sounds like the sorta thing you're into:

Spidey and DP meet and start patrolling together. Bugle employee Peter Parker photographs Deadpool, and they go on a date. It’s all going well, except Wade doesn’t know why Spidey’s started being really flirty back when he’s finally got someone else interested? Why does the universe do mean things to him?

The first scene I wrote, which is actually the ending scene of the fic, was based on the above fricking incredible image that @buboloboogie made. Like, fucking look at it? Are you kidding me with this????? Of course I was inspired by it?? TYSM @buboloboogie for the inspo and for letting me use your art!

It was also inspired by @ksmin-canread's song rec of All Bad by Devon Cole... thank you again Ksmin-canread for the absolutely wonderful rec.

Oh and ALSO civilian photog Peter meeting DP was inspired by this post, originally by @shipverse here.

Sneak preview of the ending (and uhh, soz for the spoiler, I guess? But yeah, they kiss 😏) below:

(Oh so, for context: Wade's inner monologue was inspired by the comics, where there's a yellow speech box and a white speech box for his thoughts. In this fic I use [this style] for the white box character (who's snarky and mean) and {this style} for the yellow box (which are Wade's own thoughts). Hope that's not too confusing!)

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Wade approaches their scheduled meeting place one night, but the alley’s deserted and Spidey’s nowhere to be seen.

“Spidey-babe?” 

“Up here, DP.” Wade cranes his neck up, and there's Spidey! He's dangling from a web above him, peering down at him, and Wade suddenly remembers seeing a movie just like this once. 

{Shit, that scene was so hot.} 

[Wasn’t that movie set in another universe?]

{Yeah, but hotness transcends universes, just like me! And, fuck, was it hot!}

[Think we could convince him to recreate it with us?] 

“Oh shit, Spidey, come down here a little more will ya?”

“Huh, what for?” Peter tilts his head to the side slightly, curious. 

“I just wanna try something.” He makes grabby hands towards Peter, who hesitatingly lowers himself until he’s within grabbing distance. Wade pulls him a little further down, bringing their chins to align. He peels up the bottom half of his own mask and then reaches out to do the same to Peter, slowly revealing his chin from the bottom half { ...top half really, with this position...} of the mask. Wade pauses, taking in the surrealness of the moment - that Spidey actually trusts him enough to do this - and then, achingly slowly and agonisingly, gently presses his lips to Peter��s. Peter’s hands come up to hold his face, sweetly, lovingly, and kisses him back. 

[After all that, and it’s kinda lame actually?]

{Oh, fuck off, it’s not lame! Let me have my moment.} 

Clearly Peter doesn’t think it’s lame either, because he gets fucking into it. He groans, and desperately pushes into Wade’s mouth, tongue sweeping against Wade’s lips and seeking access. Wade tilts his head in response, allowing them to slot their mouths together more thoroughly. It’s not enough for Peter as he makes a frustrated kind of noise and pulls back.

“Wha..” Wade starts to say, but then Peter lets go of his web and flips upside down {or is it rightway up?} . He urges forward, pins Wade roughly against the wall, and kisses him frantically, grinding his hips into Wade’s. Wade can feel exactly how into this Peter is, and he moans into Peter’s mouth. 

“That was the hottest thing that’s ever happened to me.” Peter says, breathlessly, kissing Wade again. 

“I am so fucking into you.” Wade groans. 

“I am so fucking into you, too.” 

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Hope you liked it! 💚

totally not based on a tiktok that i saw at all no that would be crazy

me when i am in love them fr

[sunderwight]

I think that Jayce is a bit of social chameleon actually, like he tends to "match" the vibe of whoever he is hanging out with, and that's part of the reason why every time he's with Vi things go completely haywire (part of the reason, some of it just seems to be like cosmic bad luck or something).

Because Vi is extremely direct and tries to kind of brute force stuff like a lot, and Jayce going along with that equals things like both of them trying to punch/smash shit until it's better. Vi is someone who views every problem as a nail and Jayce is like "well I guess I do have a big hammer" and it goes poorly.

But it's not just Vi! Jayce does this with basically everyone. I mean he disagrees with people, he's not facetious or a doormat or any kind of yesman. He just also kind of goes, oh, I guess we're doing X now? And then does his own thing in the tone/style of X.

Like when he's spending a lot of time around Heimerdinger, he's a lot more cautious, methodical, but also he lets his idealism run more of the show. He's very cognizant of risk, because Heimerdinger centers risk as his chief concern when he talks with Jayce about his research.

Whereas when he's spending most of his time with Viktor, the priority is innovation. Coming up new ways of utilizing and interpreting their research and data. Testing the limits of what it can do and then figuring out how to take it even further. Caution takes a definitive backseat to the countless possible applications of hextech.

Then when he's with Mel, he gets more image-conscious. How's his research going to be perceived? What will the legacy of it be? He focuses more on his role as a councilor and a social figure, less on his priorities as an inventor, because Mel's focus on hextech is its social clout and what it means for the city, and Jayce starts reflecting that (whereas his initial spiel about bringing magic to the masses seemed more of a "people in general" sense rather than a "Piltover specifically and maybe even exclusively" one).

Anyway I guess what I'm getting at is that whoever Jayce is with, he will try and match their freak. Which is why it's probably a good thing that he was on opposite ends of the narrative from Jinx, but also is contributing factor to why he and Viktor together nearly destroyed the world.

[dreamit2seeit]

○•°LOA success°•���

Just a bit of a motivation to put out there I guess?

I know many of you guys struggle with completely accepting the law. I've been there too, and I tend to "fall back" into negativity from time to time still. But every time I do, I always have to realise that it's all up to me, it's all up to what I believe in, and what kind of thoughts and believes I feed into myself.

So let this serve as a healthy reminder that you're in fact capable, that once you decide something to be true, it's true, and that's it. That's IT!!!

Overnight changes? Very demure. It's tea. And it's so simple, fast and real that you don't even realise it happened until it gets brought up in some way.

Yesterday I was organising my vision boards on Pinterest - adding new pictures, deleting some that I don't associate myself with anymore. Then I saw this picture of a public figure who I really admire recently, and I added it to my "Looks" folder. I just realised how pretty and inspiring I find her, and how she kind of looks like my ideal appearence in many ways. I don't know, let's call her Sharon. I searched and scrolled a bit more, finding more pictures of Sharon that I like, and added those pictures to the folder too.

And that's when the magic begins, it's very simple, really.

I was basically just looking at the pictures, telling myself how I look exactly like her, how she's basically me, we're twinning, etc etc...

I also did this very cutesy thing that works for me all the time, visualizing people I know telling me the same things.

And let me repeat: when you decide something to be real and true, it's REAL. AND. TRUE. I'm very lucky when it comes visualization, I can easily change my inner image of me or anything, and from that point on, I see it and think it like that, ignoring the 3D.

Literally that's all I did.

I wasn't even thinking about it today, I just thought to myself once in front of the mirror while throwing on some makeup how I look like Sharon. The 3D? I honestly don't know how it showed or how it shows now, because even if I see it, I only perceive the 4D, the true reality, that's what I feed to my mind.

A few hours later I was hanging out with friends in this cute little café, talking about everything. Again, I was not thinking about this "change" I decided to have the day before. It was there maybe in the back of my mind, showing up in the form of how I carry myself, but there were zero thoughts about it.

Then Chat GPT and it's features were brought up (exciting I know), and the TikTok trends with it, like the special bots that help with looksmaxing, finding your celebrity lookalike, etc etc...We were analysing one of my friend's features, how she looks kind of like this actress and that actress, then she looks at me dead in the eyes and says:

"Do you know who you look like? Like Sharon. I've been thinking about it"

Like... I was kind of speechless for a few seconds. She was one of the people I imagined saying this thing to me the day before. On the outside I was nonchalant about it, but I actually got really excited and happy. Then she confused my nonchalantness with denial, and kept trying to convince me about it. XDD She even involved our other friend who was also agreeing with her, and they went on with this casual discussion about how my features and the way I smile gives complete Sharon... I could ramble more about it, but you get what I'm trying to say here.

It's simple. It's simple and great and wow.

And once you touch into it you realise that it's very real, even if you had doubts before.

Well I hope this helped or motivated a few of you out there, at least that was my point with it.

If I can do it, there is literally no reason why you couldn't. You got this!! It was not complicated, not hard, not something out of my reach. You can get whatever you imagine.

Have a wonderful day, and don't forget to enjoy the journey!

You're capable, you're amazing, you're everything and more! <33

[donnerpartyofone]

What was the process like for writing the novelization for Splice? Would you consider writing a novelization of an existing work again?

Eek I'm being interviewed! I'M SO FAMOUS. There are a lot of parts to this answer. The shortest answer is that I really just watched SPLICE in tiny sections every single day for a very, very long time. I had a certain version of the script to work from, but it wouldn't contain the exact things that were said and done in front of the camera (no script would), so I just studied the movie. I scanned the sets for objects I could not identify, of which there are a LOT -- things I've never seen before, and things I've seen but couldn't name -- and searched online until I learned to describe things like hay trolleys and circulating baths. To me, the point of a novelization is that it produces an interior and sensorial experience not offered by a screen, so I tried very hard to expand on the material qualities suggested by the movie.

It never once occurred to me to change anything. Apparently this is an expectation of novelizations. I had a writeup in Fangoria that was very kind about my ability to make psychological sense out of the things people do in SPLICE, but that expressed disappointment that I hadn't added scenes or anything. I'm such an inveterate, pathetic sort of rule-follower, I didn't even ask myself about this. I did change one exact thing, regarding the kind of candy that Elsa eats, because it was meaningful and amusing to me to do so, but I don't think anybody will ever get it. I also included just a little bit of material from the script that didn't make it into the movie, because it was completely in line with my psychological interpretation, which was what I was most concerned with.

I never thought of SPLICE as a perfect film, but I had a lot of thoughts about it, and I think my main contribution was to explain what these characters are thinking and feeling as they wade into this life-changing and profoundly icky experience together. That became very personal very quickly and I was a little bit afraid that maybe this would be how everyone would find out how totally insane I actually am, but I'm told that that part worked out pretty good -- by Vincenzo Natali, among other people, who is SO NICE AND SMART AND SUPPORTIVE. Best guy! When I turned in my draft to the publisher I thought there might be a little back and forth, I did not expect them to send the raw document directly to Vincenzo and I was very alarmed when I heard from him before anybody else, but I really had nothing to fear. He's one of my favorite people now.

I would definitely do another novelization. Actually I think I'm uniquely suited to this because I have a good dose of aphantasia. I didn't even know until recently that it's statistically weird to think mostly or exclusively in words and to have a very hard time visualizing, like, almost anything. When I started telling people this about myself I was asked, among other things, "How do you do anything if you can't picture what you're going to do?" And I was like, uh...I don't know. Maybe this is connected to my extreme executive problems and my problems with goal formation and followthrough. I mean I think this is true, now. And I developed this sort of half-joking self-mythology that I have to be watching movies every second of the day because I suffer from an image deficit and I need external infusions. Like even when I used to draw (trauma took that away, long story, but I drew all the time for like half my life), almost everything I ever made was swipes -- and I think they're pretty good, like it's worthy as art. But I guess for me, art has to be made out of something external that I manipulate. All the art I've ever made without a reference point has been maybe technically OK but really lifeless, you can tell something is missing. So I think the novelization process was a lot like how I used to draw, where I had a completely concrete external referent and I would just sort of tour it very extensively until I had created a twin of it out of my interpretations. And the twin is like, the same but different, it's a clone made out of feelings and reactions. I think that's a worthy sort of art object to make.

There's a thing I'm working on now that I'm sure I won't be able to talk about for a long while, but it involves writing things from preexisting sketches and prompts, and that's a little bit the same. I don't have as much to go on, but I can tell what the shape of it could be, I just turn it over like, what if it's like this, what if it's like this, what if it's like this. And I know that what I'm turning out is really made out of tropes and archetypes, it's kind of a collage, but if the collaging is really earnest and you're feeling your way along with reasonable naturalness, it can turn into something. It's not that different from describing experiences you've had, if you really think about it. The following comment is NOT MEANT TO COMPARE MYSELF TO A GENIUS but I had this nice moment of synergy recently when I rewatched Kiyoshi Kurosawa's CURE, which to me seems so forcefully unique, but in interviews he says things like, "Well I just really wanted to make an American horror movie," and talks about how his starting point was not personal at all, he just wanted to play with the established tools and ingredients people use to build a certain kind of product. And I thought, I guess that's what I do -- not as intelligently or deliberately, but I get how you can work in a way that sounds so formal and empty, and have it produce something distinctly personal.

Thanks for your fun question!

*Virginia Madsen voice* Oh yes. I forgot to tell you. BUY MY BOOK!

EDIT: Oh I kind of lied, I changed *just some of* the music that Clive listens to, to something that would be easier to communicate to a reader. Like I wouldn't use the exact band on the soundtrack because it was too obscure and specific, but I would talk instead about his genre choices because they went with what I was trying to say about him as a person. I think all of it was still pretty in line with the sounds, and the Clive, that appear in the film.

[anitalianfrie]

So. You once believed tumblr to be your safe space, your archive, your goldmine. Instead, thanks to "unforseen" circumstances (fuck you dorna), you now fear for the safety and integrity of your blog and you want to know if there's a quick way to download a lot of posts without having to do it manually (I spent half an hour yesterday doing it. Do not recommend)

Fret not my child, and welcome to

How to save the posts under a whole tag in five easy steps!

Needed preface: while this method works great for images, videos, and gifs, the same thing cannot be said for text post, which will be saved in unreadable html. I mean, you can always feed the file to a compiler, I guess. Or painstakingly copy paste everything on word. Maybe it could work on ao3 too, actually, I should check.

ANYWAYS.

Step 1: go here, and download the zip file. Once you've done it, extract it, open it, and run the program, that inside the folder will look like

this. (the one in the centre. so that we're all on the same page)

Step 2: once you've done it, you'll run to me saying "cate anitalianfrie, this graphic interface looks like a relic from the nineties!" to which I'll answer, yes, but it works and that's all that matters. Then, you'll open the settings (gear on the botton right of the page) , go to the page named "blog" and where you see the option "tags" put the tag you want to download the content from.

(it's located in the bottom right section of the page)

the space will be blank. put the tag without the "#", and with the spaces.

if you want to download from more than one tag at a time, you can! just beware that it's not an intersection of the two tags (aka: not downloading the post that have both tags) but a union (aka: WILL download posts with one, the other or both tags). if that's still fine by you, put a "," between a tag and the other (ex: "my gif, cate.txt").

SAVE BEFORE CLOSING THE SETTINGS

Step 3(optional): the program automatically saves in the folder blog inside the folder your program is in. if you wish to change this, go to the "general" page of the setting. at the top, you'll see this:

go to browse and select the floder you want to put your posts in. (ps. obviously your download location will be different than mine. i've already changed it. the standard would have been C:\User\your_username\wherever_you_extracted_the_zip\Blogs)

SAVE BEFORE CLOSING THE SETTINGS

Step 4: past the link of your blog as https://www.your_blog_name.tumblr.com or https://www.tumblr.com/your_blog_name (ex: https://www.anitalianfrie.tumblr.com, https://www.tumblr.com/anitalianfrie) in the little space down on the left,

and press "add blog" on its right

Step 5: click two times on the blog (it now should be at the top of the page) and click "download"

And voilà you're all set! Wait for the machine to finish the crawl and enjoy your newly downloaded content

[morningsharksworld]

Right, but what if - Hazard and Reader who's a tattoo artist

ALSO I LOVE YOUR FICS, EACH AND EVERY ONE IS SO GOOD

DARE

Hazard x Tattoo Artist!Reader [REQUEST]

A/N: OKAY SO hear me out first, me and a couple of friends were on VC one day looking at Hazards emotes n shit right. We notice something on his sitting emote. Although dude is decked out head to toe with spikes or just overall darker clothing his lower back however, is EXTREMELY empty no mods, no marks, NOTHING, NADA.

And if you ask me, it’s perfect spot for one specific tattoo

A tramp stamp tattoo

Summary: Hazard lost a bet :]

Hazard stood outside Lucky 13 Ink, glaring at the neon skull above the door as it flickered mockingly. He adjusted his jacket, grumbling under his breath, his Scottish accent thickened by frustration.

“Fuckin’ stupid bet” he muttered, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Coulda just taken the bloody fold, but nooo, Hazard’s got tae go all in.”

His so-called friends—Boomslang, Jackdaw, and Revel—had been unbearable ever since the bet. The three had orchestrated his downfall with all the subtlety of a sledgehammer, and now here he was, about to get a tramp stamp.

If they thought they were picking the design, though, they had another thing coming. He’d take the hit, aye, but on his own terms.

With a resigned sigh, he shoved open the door. A bell jingled overhead, announcing his arrival.

The shop was dimly lit, with glowing panels on the walls showcasing intricate tattoo designs that looked like something out of a cyberpunk fever dream. A low bassline hummed in the background, vibrating through his boots.

You were behind the counter, sketching on a glowing tablet. The mechanical arm you were using whirred softly as you worked, the faint blue light from its wiring casting shadows on your face.

Without looking up, you spoke. “Walk-ins are welcome, but if you’re here for a bad decision, I’ll need to see some ID first.”

Hazard froze, caught off guard by your dry tone. “Eh? Whit’s that supposed tae mean?”

Finally, you looked up, eyeing him critically before smirking. “Let me guess. Lost a bet?”

He groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “Ach, why does every bugger keep sayin’ that?”

You leaned on the counter, amused. “Because no one who looks exactly like you walks in asking for a tattoo last minute unless they’ve been bullied into it. So, what’s it gonna be? A little butterfly? Maybe some flames? Or a nice, dainty bow?”

Hazard scowled, his pride taking yet another hit. “Something cool, alright? Lower back. But make it look decent, aye?”

Your smirk widened. “Cool? You’re giving a lot to work here big guy.”

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You set to work on your tablet, the stylus gliding across the screen as glowing shapes materialized. Hazard leaned on the counter, his scowl softening into curiosity as he watched you work.

“So” you said after a moment, not looking up, “what kind of bet are we talking about?”

“Poker” he grumbled. “Thought I had a full house. Turns out, the bastards rigged the whole game. Loser gets a tramp stamp. Apparently, that’s me.”

You laughed softly, the sound light and teasing. “Sounds like you need better friends.”

“They’re eejits” he admitted, “but they’re my eejits.” He smiled softly to himself.

You glanced up at him briefly, your smirk softening. “Fair enough. Good thing you came here, though. I don’t do embarrassing tattoos. Only masterpieces.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Aye? And whit’s yer idea o’ a masterpiece?”

You turned the tablet toward him, revealing the design.

Hazard blinked, his jaw tightening slightly as he took in the image. It was stunning—a cybersigil that looked alive, its sharp, glowing lines forming an intricate symbol that pulsed with an almost otherworldly energy. It was futuristic and ancient all at once, like something ripped straight from the digital ether.

“Well?” you asked, clearly enjoying his stunned silence.

“This…” He hesitated, struggling to find the right words. “This is Fuckin brilliant!.”

You grinned. “Thought you’d like it. Ready to make it official?”

“Aye” he said, his voice steadier now. “Let’s get it done.”

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Hazard shifted in the chair as the tattoo gun buzzed to life.

“Relax” you said, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “I’ve done this a thousand times. You’re in good hands.”

“Relax, ye say?” he muttered, gripping the chair. “Aye, easy for you tae say. Yer no’ the one about tae be permanently marked.”

You chuckled, leaning in as you worked. “Trust me, it’s not that bad. You’d be surprised how many tough guys turn into babies once the needle starts.”

“I’m nae a bloody baby” he shot back, though his knuckles whitened as the needle touched his skin.

“Uh-huh” you said, your tone dripping with amusement. “Keep tellin’ yourself that.”

Hazard huffed, trying to focus on anything but the sting of the needle. “So” he said after a moment, “ye think this’ll shut ma pals up?”

“Oh, absolutely” you replied. “But when they see this, they’re gonna be jealous. This thing’s a work of art.”

“Aye, well, it better be” he said with a smirk. “Dinnae want tae hear about this for the rest of ma days.”

You chuckled to yourself and went back to concentrating, as you worked, your eyes occasionally flicked over to him. At one point, you caught sight of his muscles flexing as he tensed up. You couldn’t help but smirk.

“Not bad” you said casually, breaking the silence. “You’ve got some serious muscle, huh?”

Hazard’s ears turned slightly red at the unexpected compliment, but he hid it behind a half-grin. “Aye, well, nae bad for a guy who spends his time blowing stuff up, eh?”

You chuckled, your mechanical arm adjusting to get the perfect angle. “Well, I’d say it’s paying off. You’ve got a solid build. Could probably lift a ton and still look good doing it.”

Hazard’s jaw dropped slightly, then he flashed a cocky grin. “Ah, ye like what ye see, then?”

You looked at him with a playful, teasing glint in your eyes. “Oh, yeah. You’ve definitely got the look for a tattoo like this. It's like the tattoo was made for you.”

Hazard shifted a bit but was clearly flattered by the compliment. “Ha! Guess ye’ve got an eye for these things, eh?”

You smiled as you continued to work, the needle buzzing steadily. “I’m just stating the obvious. You’ve earned that design—looking like you do.”

“Ach, ye’ll make me blush if ye keep this up” he grumbled, though there was a definite smile behind his words.

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When you finished, you wiped down the tattoo and handed him a mirror.

Hazard twisted in the chair, craning his neck to see the design. His eyes widened slightly as he took it in—the cybersigil glowed faintly, the sharp lines and flowing patterns perfectly complementing his form.

“Fuckin’ hell” he muttered, a rare grin spreading across his face. “That’s… that’s somethin’ else.”

“Told you I don’t do ugly tattoos” you said, clearly pleased with his reaction.

He stood, adjusting his shirt carefully over the fresh ink. “Aye, thanks for no’ makin’ me look like a complete eejit. Yer a lifesaver.”

“Anytime” you said, handing him a care sheet and your card. “Take care of it, and come back if you ever want more ink. Or, you know, if your friends rope you into another dumb bet.”

He took the card, your fingers brushing his for a brief moment. “I might just do that.”

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Back at the hideout, Boomslang, Jackdaw, and Revel were waiting, drinks in hand and smug grins plastered across their faces.

“Well?” Boomslang said, leaning forward eagerly. “Let’s see it!”

Hazard sighed, turning around and lifting his shirt just enough to reveal the glowing cybersigil.

“What the hell?” Jackdaw muttered, squinting at the intricate design. “That’s… that’s actually cool.”

Revel whistled. “Mate, you got a bloody masterpiece back there.”

Boomslang frowned, his smug grin replaced with a scowl. “This doesn’t feel like a loss. You cheated.”

Hazard smirked, dropping his shirt and leaning back in his chair. “Can’t help it if I’ve got good taste, eh?”

As his friends bickered about the fairness of his “punishment” Hazard found his mind drifting back to you—the way you worked with such precision, your sharp wit, and the easy confidence that had made him feel like this whole ordeal wasn’t such a disaster after all.

Maybe losing that bet wasn’t the worst thing that could’ve happened.

[ask-pomni-things]

U-uh- hi-!

I'm Pomni, at least... that's my new name.

Caine said this was for an adventure... it's not as bad as going to literal hell, but it's close.

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The other cast is here if you want to see them too-? including Caine...

Ragatha ♡ — @ask-ragatha-tadc

Another Ragatha I interact with sometimes — @sweetragdoll

Jax — @ask-jax-the-rabbit

...More Jax's, I guess. — @ask-jax-things & @ask-bnuuny-tadc

Zooble — @zooble-the-whatever-i-am

Gangle — @ask-gangle-blog

Kinger — @asksuperlightextras (old account: @askkingerthings )

Queenie — @askthequeen

Caine — @ask-teeth-eyes

Gummigoo ☆ — @ask-gummigoo

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I have some other people I interact with that are cool... for the most part?

Friends — @shortmomma1993 & @hophopscotch

... "grandma", I guess. — @pakodelfandom

My (informally) adopted kid, bucket(and others, I think?) — @bubble-trubble-and-co

((ooc intro & rules under cut))

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Hello~!

welcome to the ask blog I made to feed my hyperfixation on these silly little characters!!

☆ You can call me Oreo, my main blog is @or3oartz ! ☆

I post a lot of tadc fanart, so if you're interested in that, go check me out <3 I also sometimes draw things based on the ask blogs just for the fun of it!

there are other ask blogs not listed here, which you can find on THIS POST!

From this point forward, when I'm making ooc posts/ comments on posts I'll speak like ((this))

I use "he/they" pronouns, if you're referring to me, please use them!!

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Few headcanons to be made clear!!

Pomni is biromantic asexual. But currently identifies as queer, she hasn't figured herself out yet :]

She's not a kid person, the only exceptions are Bucket and Ariah (only relevant to the blog)

Pomni's favourite animals are rabbits. (not connected to Jax./srs )

Pomni doesn't hate anyone, she may strongly dislike people, but in the end she'd still help people. They're all stuck in here together.

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Rules! ♡

Some rules(and boundaries) to be aware of!

No nsfw at ALL! we're a family friendly establishment!!

Absolutely NO bigotry is allowed! (so no racism, sexism, LGBTQ-phobia, etc.)

Ships are allowed! You can mention them! (except pomni may not give your preferred response... so be warned.) The main ship here is JesterDoll, but I also ship funnybunny so little implications may be made/joked about by me. :] Does she like Jax? you'll never know...

Only 1 image/gif per ask! if you're sending art that isn't yours, credit the OG artist/state it's not yours!

DON'T SEND LINKS! Even YouTube links!

don't be overly mean/rude. That's JAX'S job 😒 (/j) (seriously though, there's enough hate right now)

Remember NONE OF THIS IS CANON! I'll reference the canon show, but this blog is NOT affiliated with Glitch Productions or Gooseworx in any way!

Don't dm me. Don't dm this blog, don't dm my other blogs. The only exception is if it's IMPORTANT! (ex. warning me about problematic people) It makes me extremely uncomfortable.

Only send asks related to the blog please. And don't send multiple asks for a conversation, just reblog.

If I don't answer your ask/reblog, please do not go out of your way to get me to answer!

NO MORE HAMSTER POMNI. That got old FAST. 😭

Don't try to date Pomni?? Use character AI or something 💀 Also stop "kidnapping" her.

If misuse your anon privileges, I WILL turn it off. I'm serious.

Failure to follow these rules will get your ask deleted, and possibly blocked. You only get ONE warning.

[dewdropdinosaur]

Smutmas Day 10 - Ghost of Christmas

Vox x Reader Summary: It's Y/N and Vox's first anniversary and Y/N decides to get him an expensive gift. Only for Vox to share it, wanting to show his appreciation. Warnings: Making-out, shot-gun kiss with whiskey. PG-15 rating. MDNI, 15+. You're responsible for your own media consumption. Dedicated to @macabr3-barbi3

Y/N stepped into the dimly lit bar of Vox’s and her luxurious penthouse, heels clicking against the polished black marble floor. The setting was pure Vox: sleek, modern, and dripping with a power display. The towering demon lounged on a pristine leather couch, his sharp, angular features illuminated by the faint blue glow of the myriad screens floating in the air around him.

"You're late," Vox drawled, his glitching voice carrying that signature note of smug superiority. His glowing red eyes flickered, scanning her, as his static-like grin widened. "Not getting cold feet, are we?"

Y/N rolled her eyes, setting down a sleek black gift bag on the glass table in front of him. "Hardly. I was finalizing your surprise. Try to be patient for once."

Vox raised a brow, his static popping lightly with amusement. "Surprise, huh? You're just full of clichés, aren't you, doll?" Still, he leaned forward, his curiosity getting the better of him.

"Open it," she said, crossing her arms as she stood before him. A small smile found its way on her face despite the tense moment just seconds earlier, anticipation fluttering in her chest like a room full of static. 

With a flourish, Vox reached into the bag, his elongated fingers pulling out a bottle of whiskey so rare it practically glowed. The label bore the name of a distillery even he had to admit was known for their craft—and their price tag. The glass bottle shimmered faintly under the room’s ambient light, its intricate design a testament to the exclusivity of the drink.

“Mamon’s Eternity Reserve," Vox murmured, his voice glitching slightly, but the impressed tone was clear. "This stuff’s not just expensive—it’s legendary. Even I couldn’t get my way into finding a bottle of this." He leaned back, clutching the whiskey like a prize, his grin growing impossibly smug. "My, my, Y/N. You really went all out, didn’t you? Guess I mean more to you than you let on."

Y/N scoffed, but there was a slight blush creeping into her cheeks. "It's our first anniversary. I thought you’d appreciate something that matches your... extravagant tastes."

Vox tilted his head, inspecting the bottle again before fixing his gaze on her. "Extravagant tastes, huh? Don’t sell yourself short, doll. You’re the one spoiling me here." He placed the bottle down gently, standing up and towering over her. "You know, you could’ve just written me a cheesy card or something. This…" He gestured to the whiskey. "This is overkill."

"Don’t act like you don’t love it," she teased, raising a brow.

"Oh, I do," Vox said, his grin sharp and his tone almost teasingly patronizing. "It’s adorable how much you want to impress me."

Y/N rolled her eyes, but her smirk betrayed her. "Don’t flatter yourself too much, glitch boy."

But as Vox chuckled, his confident demeanor flickered for just a moment—like the static he embodied. Because as much as he relished her efforts to win his favor, it wasn’t the whiskey or her extravagance that mattered most. She mattered most.

That was the part Vox would never say out loud, though. Vulnerability wasn’t his thing, not when his entire existence thrived on control, dominance, and confidence. Yet, there was something about Y/N—the way she saw through all his bravado, the way she challenged him without fear—that cracked through his carefully curated image.

“Pour us a drink, then," Vox said, his glitching voice as smooth as ever. "Let’s see if it tastes as good as it looks. Though I’m sure it’s not as intoxicating as you, doll."

"Charming," Y/N quipped, grabbing two glasses from the nearby shelf and ignoring the way her cheeks heated at his comment. She poured the golden liquid, its rich aroma filling the space between them.

They clinked glasses, his sharp claws tapping against her glass gently, the sound like a note of harmony between their contrasting worlds.

“To one year of putting up with your arrogance,” Y/N said, her voice laced with mock irritation.

“And to you,” Vox replied smoothly, his grin softer than usual, his gaze lingering on hers for a fraction longer than she expected. 

As they sipped the rare whiskey, Vox allowed himself one indulgence: a quiet, genuine moment of appreciating her. Because for all his swagger and superiority, Y/N was the one thing in his life he’d never take for granted. Especially not tonight. Looking so delictable before him, he could almost forget about the whiskey. Dark elegance coated her body in a swath of warmth and expensive fabric, though it did little to cloud the radiance she exuded. A perfection that even his ego could admit he didn’t deserve in his corner of Hell. 

“Dollface, come here a second,” Vox spoke softly, though obviously in command. Patting his leg gently in invitation.

Nodding obediently, Y/N placed down her glass and trotted over to her boyfriend, plopping down on his knee with a smile. Her hands came to rest on his chest, supporting herself but truly it was an excuse to feel his strong pecs. Taking a swig of liquid couragel Vox’s hand curled itself around the base of her neck, nimble fingers brushing her hair. Leaning in close, he pulled Y/N to meet him in the middle, locking their lips in a passionate kiss. 

Mildly surprised at the sudden action, Y/N wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders and deepened the kiss. Swiping his tongue across her lips in a plea for access, it was granted, much to the surprise of Y/N who felt the familiar warmth of whiskey flooding into her mouth from his. Vox’s eyes peek open just for a moment, mesmerized as Y/N greedily drank it all; pulling away after nipping his lower lip. 

Her lips began to trail lower, grazing over his skin in trailing hot, wet kisses along the sensitive flesh. Y/N could feel his heartbeat pick up, the pulse point in his neck slightly bulging…along with something else at her continued affection. Sucking softly near the edge of his collarbone, tongue lapping over a now-forming bruise, Y/N pulled back and whispered huskily. 

“Next time you wanna share V, all you have to do is ask.” 

[auset66]

One thing about a Mercury man is

What he looks like his nature is complete opposite to that.

He looks even feels like a "fuckboy" in the first glance but when you get to know him, he is just timid, shy a bit introverted.

Deceiving looks and vibes are what I see the most in the best possible way in Mercury man.

He looks like a gentleman in complete control of himself? Fatherly? Guess what. He is a ladies man and have 30 different affairs.

Point me in this and know about this always first glance, impression and vibes of a Mercury man is always deceiving.

Does it include virgo and gemini too? Bit maybe yes on some extent.

Mercury in 1st house? Mercury with moon? I don't know maybe yes.

My "research"/"observation" was mainly on nakshtras i.e. Ashlesha, Jyestha and Revati.

And no they don't do it deliberately they don't even know how they are perceived even perceived that way. Or maybe it is honestly I don't have Mercury nakshtra so I don't know how they work. But yes they do maintain a certain "image" but still so standback. I don't know honestly like why would a shy boy want to look like an asshole? Yeah maybe to look cool? But somehow

Social perception is the least yet the most important tick in his and yes in her list too. The Mercury people.

Crazy? Confusing? Even ironic isn't it? But I guess it is Mercury.

I wish sometimes I can understand the psyche of this "dibolism" of Mercury natives especially Mercury men in a more "comprehending" sense.

I don't know the reason though like it should be moon men right? The deceiving looks or even rahu maybe but it is Mercury. Yes Mercury men. Sometimes yes even Mercury women too but I see it mostly in Mercury men.

You guys tell me your opinions and experience. Why do you think it might be?

(I am having exams I am sorry I Will reply soon to all of you)

[thicccshady]

Bass🔊

Eminem X Reader

Image pulled from Google

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Content: Cursing, Flirting in the workplace

The clock was ticking down—showtime was almost here, but there were still a few minutes left. You loved this part of the gig: the calm before the storm, the moment when you still had control over everything. Focused, concentration laid on your face. You adjusted the levels on the soundboard, double-checking every mic and monitor. You’d been on the road for weeks now, part of the hardworking crew making sure every show went off without a hitch. You prided yourself on being invisible—no drama, no mistakes. But tonight, you felt someone step into your personal space.

Turning, you almost dropped your headphones. There he was—Marshall, eyes scanning the soundboard like it held some kind of secret. He casually leaned against the side of the console, watching you work. His presence was immediate, and you could feel it in the air.

"Yo," he said, his voice low but cutting through the pre-show music you were focused on. "This where the magic happens?"

You blinked, caught off guard. He hadn’t said more than three words to you before. "Ha, yeah. Magic’s a strong word, though. Just trying to keep things from sounding like shit."

A small smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth. "Uh, you think you could turn up the bass just a little?" he asked, his voice low but with that unmistakable edge of confidence. "The crowd’s gotta feel it, you know what I mean?"

You didn’t look up right away, though you could hear the teasing in his tone. "You trying to shake the walls before the crowd even gets here?" you asked, your fingers still dancing over the faders.

He shrugged, eyes twinkling with mischief as he leaned in just a little closer. "Maybe. Can’t have ‘em catching Z’s before I even step on stage."

You shot him a raised eyebrow, a challenging grin tugging at your lips. "Oh, so you’re worried they’ll doze off halfway through your set?"

He smirked. "Nah, nah, I’m good, but it wouldn’t hurt if you cranked up the volume a bit. Help a guy out, y’know? I’d like to keep my stamina for something else." He winked.

You shook your head, a small chuckle escaping. "Loud doesn’t always equal good, Marshall. You wanna rattle the whole place, go ahead. But we’re gonna be dealing with complaints."  

"Fuck complaints,” he said with a shrug, a playful smirk still on his lips. "Let ‘em feel it. They’ll remember this show."

You rolled your eyes but didn’t completely dismiss his request, tweaking the fader slightly. "Yeah, well, I guess it wouldn’t be an Eminem show without you trying to blow out the speakers." 

Marshall threw his hands up in surrender. “Shit, it was one time!” He watched as you let out a small breathy laugh. “Thanks for saving my ass during that, by the way.”

Determined to stay focused, you rummaged through a draw under the soundboard. “Yeah, no problem. Just doing my job.”

He chuckled, the sound low and almost intimate as he stepped a bit closer, his eyes following your every movement. "I’m just saying, sound’s important. It’s the backbone, you know? Without it, what’s left?"

You returned to the board, adjusted the sliders, trying not to let his words affect you, but you could feel the tension building between you—something unspoken, something more than just the sound mix.

He leaned in closer, pointing at a fader. His finger brushed against yours just as you adjusted it, and the slight contact sent a jolt through you. You froze for a second, your heart skipping a beat, but you didn’t pull your hand away. Instead, you slid the fader, your fingers lingering just a touch too long on the knob.  

"Sorry," he murmured, clearly not meaning it. He pulled his hand back, but he didn’t step away. His voice was quieter now, the tone more intense. "Didn’t mean to throw you off."  

You swallowed, trying to keep your composure. "You’re fine," you replied, your voice a little strained, but you didn’t meet his gaze, focusing instead on the board in front of you. "We’ve got less than five minutes before the crowd comes in."  

Marshall shifted, stepping behind you, his body still close enough that you could feel the heat radiating off of him. His smirk softened into something more genuine, and he glanced over your shoulder at the soundboard. "You know your the shit. I can tell. Most of these guys would’ve just slapped the board and hoped for the best, but you’re on it, making it look pretty easy.” He lingered on the word “pretty”.

You snorted, trying to keep the mood light and ignore the heat traveling to your face. "It’s not a competition, but the board needs a little foreplay first. You can’t just slap her and expect magic." 

"No, of course not." he added, his tone playful but with an edge of challenge. Still behind you, he reached around, resting his hands on either side of the soundboard inches from your hips. His breath lightly brushed your neck. He smirked noticing your flushed cheeks "I thought you’d be used to attention."

You shot him a sideways look, heart pounding in your chest. "I’m used to attention, Marshall. Just not from you."

The words hung in the air between you, thick with unspoken tension. He didn’t move away, his smirk never faltering as he watched you, waiting for your next move. 

The sound of the stage manager’s voice suddenly broke the moment, sharp and urgent. "Marshall, we need you backstage!" 

Marshall gave you a final look, his eyes lingering on yours for a beat longer than necessary. Stepping away, he added, "Guess I’ll leave you to your magic, huh?" He wiggled his fingers like he was casting a spell.

You nodded fighting a giddy smile, feeling the weight of his gaze still on you as he took a step back. "I’ll make sure it sounds good for you, don’t worry."  

He raised an eyebrow, a slight grin curling at the corner of his lips. "I’m sure you will, Y/N. But after the show..." 

Before he could finish, the stage manager called again, louder this time. Marshall gave you one last look, smirking over his shoulder as he disappeared backstage. You watched him go, the moment passing—but the tension between you lingered, undeniable.

To be continued...

A/N: I'm working on some upcoming NSFW stuff. Expect a mix of a little bit of everything. <3

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[kaceyunderfell]

Merry Christmasssss

I give you Saint the tree >:3

My 2 cents on this trend that has appeared within the fandom

Hooray, I can use this as the official reference image for Saint until I feel motivated enough to actually make refs for all the scugs

I tried to make all the ornaments slugcat themed, so every scug gets an ornament on the tree! (except for Saint because Saint is the tree)

If you want, you can guess in the comments which ornament belongs to which scug

I only colorpicked for Saint, I was far too lazy to grab all the colors I used for the scugs just for that small space each of em gets lol

I'm setting this up with the queue thing to be posted on Christmas day- Scratch that I have no idea how the FUCK to set it up so that it'll do that, so I'm gonna post this right now and you can just pretend I sent it on Christmas day

[snailsgoingdowntown]

Help, I Reincarnated as the Female Leads Sister-in-Law!

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Chapter 5

'Slight' Yandere! Dion x Fem! Reader 

Arranged marriage AU

  Warnings: implied depression, guilt, implied coercion, implied toxic family (not yours), please tell me if I missed anything. 

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT CONDONE ANY OF THE HARMFUL AND/OR DANGEROUS ACTIONS AND/OR BEHAVIORS THAT MAY TAKE PLACE IN THIS PIECE OF FICTION. THESE ACTIONS/BEHAVIORS SHOULD NOT BE NORMALIZED NOR ROMANTICIZED AS BOTHY ARE EXTREMELY TOXIC AND DANGEROUS. 

MINORS/BLANK BLOGS/BLOGS THAT DO NOT REBLOG FANDOM STUFF/FICS/FANART DNI, AND PLEASE DO NOT SPAM LIKE MY POSTS

NOTE: The amount of time I spent on google to look up words is embarrassing.

Overall chapter summary: two memories that resurfaces and the odd, concerning actions and behaviors from two of your in-laws…  this night only gets stranger and stranger.

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The fluorescent lights flicker above you, a sign that they needed to be changed. But it doesn't bother you as you look down at your phone, admiring the art of the new manhwa your friend recommended you. It was all you could do really, enduring the cold air filling the room. 

The T.V in the background also doesn’t catch your attention despite playing your favorite show.  Usually, you would abandon your phone in favor of watching the images that play on the screen, the volume just loud enough for you to hear. But the story of this novel-turned webtoon is more captivating, especially with the beautiful blond and cunning female lead scheming ways to free the silver haired male lead. 

Must be nice, to be rescued.

“It’s good, isn’t it?” your friend’s voice draws your attention, grinning as they sit on the chair they pulled up to your bed. “But remember, the content is dark.” they warn for the nth time. Like that would bother you. 

“Oh please, I’m not that sensitive,” you refute while rolling your eyes. “Besides, if I was, you wouldn’t have recommended it to me. We both know that.” A playful pout forms on your face as they ruffle your hair. 

“Yeah,” they say, “but sometimes people change their minds, you know?” 

“Like you?” 

“Hey! You can barely handle gore so good luck with it.” 

“Gore,” you snort. “Doesn’t bother me as much. But since I love you, I guess I��ll listen.” 

They hum, retreating their hand from your hair. “You should also read the novel once you’re done with the current episodes. It adds more context and includes the stuff the webtoon left out.” Yawning, they look at the clock on the way. A mumbled complaint rumbles in their chest. “Sorry, but I have work in the morning.” They linger on the uncomfortable bed before getting up to stretch. 

“Alright.” You hope they can’t hear the disappointment in your voice or the way your eyes become dull. “Make sure to text me once you get home, okay?” 

They reply with a thumbs up. 

It doesn’t take them long to gather their things and walk to the door, opening it. However, they don’t leave the room before looking at you. “I’ll bring your favorite snack tomorrow. As a gift.” You pretend that their grin is teasing. 

“Good. I would kick you out otherwise.” 

With a wave of their hand they disappear into the hallway, the door closing behind them. The room feels empty. Adjusting yourself to get comfortable, you lay on your side, leaving the T.V on.

The noise lulls you to sleep despite the gnawing loneliness pulling at your strings. Pulling the cover over your head, you close your eyes. 

- - -

The dream you had the day before your engagement announcement was what made you realize you were stuck in a fictional series.

Everything was normal when you woke up a month before it. No drama, no unfortunate accidents. The cup of tea you were enjoying that day was the sweetest you ever had, rare tea leaves that were a pain in the ass to find. But your father searched long and hard, wanting to give them to you as a happy little sweet gift. It only made sense, since it was your birthday and all. 

Well, you wish it just that; a birthday gift. Instead, it was an apology gift, him refusing to look you in the eye. At the time you had just assumed he was embarrassed, not that he was being eaten away by guilt that threatened to swallow his entire being whole. The sad part was that he didn't tell you the plans for your future until after you sat down for teatime. 

“...How’s the tea?” his voice had trembled but you didn’t notice it. You should have, especially with how small his voice had become, nearly a whisper. You were too caught in your jolly mood.

“Oh, it’s sweet - like honey!” placing your cup down you raise up from your seat to hug your father who sat across from you. He became stiff before returning it, his embrace tighter than usual. You thought it was out of adoration a father would hold for his daughter. Not of the father who was signing her death papers. 

“I’m glad.” when you stepped back he followed, bringing himself up to his feet. A heavy sigh that came from his chest before he finally looked into your eyes. You mistook the look of regret and horror in his for the uneasiness of your reaction towards the news. Still, he allowed himself to grab you by the shoulders. 

You misplaced the trembling for excitement instead of fear. 

“(Name), my daughter…” your father closed his mouth and shut his eyes tight. His grip on your shoulders tightens. Now you realize he did that so you wouldn’t run out. “I have some important news for you.” 

“Oh?” you cock your head, somewhat excited and somewhat worried. You wait for him to finish. 

“I…” opening his eyes he’s unable to meet your gaze. “I…found…a  fiance for you. He’s from an extremely well-off family.” he finishes but it sounds incomplete. You should have questioned him more. 

“A fiance?” you asked, blinking while your mind processes the information. “Did you find him recently?” truthfully, you didn’t like the news, but you knew it would happen eventually. But you can’t deny the slight bitterness you felt, the news slightly dampening your mood on your birthday. 

You got over it pretty quickly. Too quickly. 

“Well, yes? Kind of. His father would talk to me sometimes, insisting that the marriage would benefit us both." He left out the part where it only meant for your father-in-law and possibly yours, too. Not for the soon-to-be bride and groom. 

“I see.”

Your father looks at you in shock, asking “aren’t you upset?” 

You shrug your shoulders, hiding the annoyance. “Well,” your hands grab his wrists, squeezing them to comfort him - despite how it was your future married life and not his. “I knew it was going to happen eventually. It wasn’t a matter of ‘if’ but ‘when.’ 

He shakes his head, releasing a low and forced chuckle. At the time you just assumed it was from astonishment and not self-hatred. “You’re too forgiving,” he lets go of your shoulder and pulls his arms back. “But rest assured that the wedding and engagement party will be grand.” 

He never mentioned how your married life would be. That you would be in good hands. That your husband will take care of you and how you’ll grow fond of him as time passes. Or how your in-laws would be lovely. He couldn’t force himself to lie to you.

Your father couldn’t tell you how the marriage would chain you to your husband’s family. 

“Father, I don’t really care about that.” you laugh, softly hitting his shoulder. His expression didn’t become playful as usual. Instead it was grave and your heart painfully rattled at the sight. 

“I know you don’t - but they might.. Just endure it, okay? I promise the party and ceremony will be decent, at least.” 

You never thought to ask what he meant by that. Decent? Right after he called them grand? 

“I’ll trust you, then.” 

Little did you know that your trust would crumble away the moment you laid eyes on Dion Argece, his face stoic and eyes glued to something past you. 

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….why were you remembering that now? While Jeremy is running his mouth about his brother and Roxana wiping your mouth with a rag. Hana had given her the rag once she returned, stepping to the side at her orders.

Roxana offers to bring you to her room to freshen up, and your heart nearly leaps out of your chest with bliss. “It’s fine, lady Roxana,” you reject the offer, knowing that you’ll be caught in her web. Seems she’s already thinking of ways to use you. That or she genuinely felt bad. 

You couldn't tell. Her facade was always perfect. 

“I insist,” she smiles sweetly but it doesn’t reach her eyes. Does anyone else ever notice this? Aside from Dion? 

“Just accept it already.” Jeremy cuts in, stretching his arms above his head. Odd. The boy was nearly codependent on his sister, not willing to share her attention. Yet he’s sharing it - her - with you. “Besides, it’ll give you more time to avoid that asshole.” 

His words should have sounded playful, teasing, but they were filled with pure venom instead. Dion’s number two hater truly worked hard for that spot. 

“I’m flattered that you’re considerate of me,” your hand raises to pat his hand only for you to swiftly bring it back down. What were you doing!? He wasn’t your brother. Nor a friend. Just someone who happened to be related to your husband. 

That and a little murderous punk. 

Though, you couldn’t miss the disappointment in those blue eyes. Why was he acting like this?

Jeremy stays quiet for a bit, lost in thought. Your legs start to become weak the longer he doesn’t say anything - was he going to mock you? Lash out? Turn to Roxana and say that you’re not worth anything after all? 

“You deserve better than him. That’s all.” your mind blanks. To say that so bluntly and in the open… 

You just notice that Roxana stayed quiet in the background. Observing. Weighing the options. 

“I…” do you agree with him? You don’t want to be with him - that much was obvious. But you’re not sure if you deserved a happy ending. Maybe a slightly better one than this, though.

You stare at him like a deer in headlights. What answer would be the best one? Agree with him only to find out it was a test? Reject his view and say that he’s the one who deserves better? Wait, why was he so involved with this in the first place. 

And why did he look at you so sincerely?

You’ll get the answer for that later, or so you tell yourself. Frankly, you’re scared to find out. But curiosity always kills the cat.

“...it was a marriage arranged by our parents. If they saw that we were the best for each other, then we’ll listen. That’s how it is.” indirectly saying you agree somewhat could be a bad idea. But you also don’t want him to think that Dion was your ideal husband.

“‘Best for each other,’ huh? Well sometimes they’re - “ Roxana cuts him off. 

“Jeremy,” she says, “don’t you need to get ready for practice?” She lovingly pats his head. The boy beams at her before becoming petulant - not wanting to leave his sister’s side but was obligated to. 

“Right, right… it’s nothing more than free labor though.” he complains while starting to leave. If he lingered for even a bit he wouldn’t be able to drag his feet to his destination. “I’ll see you later?” 

“Tomorrow,” Roxana respondes. “I have something to do.” Jeremy reminds you of a puppy with the dejected look in his eyes and small frown. But with the promise of staying with him tomorrow, he brightly grins - you could almost forget his brutal personality. 

“Well then, I’ll be off.” he groans at the thought of the bothersome chore. 

But before leaving, he leaves you with ‘adivce’ :

“You should escape before this place digs its claws into you. Dion included.” You’re left speechless as his figure gets smaller and smaller, watching his back as he leaves. Why were you given advice anyway? First, by Dion, now Jeremy - was this a test?

Then, you realized that it’s only you and Roxana - without your noticing, Hana had left. Ordered by Roxana, perhaps?

What was she going to add to this strange night?

“Jeremy means well.”  She doesn’t acknowledge what he said.

“Yes. Of course.” You refrain from asking her why. “It’s… a bit cute.” for now you silently add, turning your head to look at your sister-in-law. 

“Mhm, he is, isn’t he?” The blond toys with a strand of her hair, dainty fingers twirling it. “Although, I must admit that he still has a lot of growing up to do.” Yes, yes he does. 

“I think it’s the same for everyone at that age; even for me.” she titters with you. It was faked on both ends. Yet it was mutually accepted. 

“My offer still stands.” 

“Oh, but I’m fine - I'm all cleaned up.” you lie. But her offer puzzles you - what would she gain from it? And while you would love to avoid your husband for a few extra minutes, you didn’t want to owe Roxana anything. Being in her debt was the same as signing a lifetime contract. 

You held no emotional importance to her. It’s only reasonable to think that she’s doing this for Jeremy’s sake. And you really, really need to find out why these characters - people were acting so weird. 

“Besides, I’m sure that your brother is waiting for me.” 

Her pointer finger taps against her chin in thought. Her ruby eyes look towards the side and you can’t read her expression. Beads of sweat threaten to slip down your face. You hope she doesn’t notice. 

“After some thought, I realized something.” she brings up once she looks at you again. You tilt your head, confused. 

“You never once referred to Dion as your husband.” 

[solradguy]

What's your thoughts on Sol's other not-as-talked-about weapons, the sword with gears on it (kinda looks like a fang of some gear that he super-glued actual gears on to), the sword with squares on it (I used to think that this was only in one piece of artwork but I guess it's the same as one on the art for X Heavy Rock Tracks), the axe, the scythe, the hammer(???) he has on the painted artwork which also appears to be made from a gear fang, maaaybe whatever tf he has in Artworks of Guilty Gear X 2000-2007 cover, and uhhh let's throw in the guitar on Guilty Gear The Original Sound Collection + the bara art version. Btw in the image with the Ky and the horse and the jerky, what weapon do you think he is holding there? I think it's the scythe but it could be another weapon.

[cont]: Oh no!!!! I forgot the red hot sword he has when fighting that big gear in the city!! Tell me if I forgot any other not-talked-about Sol weapons.

I LOVE HIS WEIRD SWORDS SO MUCH. Idk if Daisuke's talked about what the deal with his weapons is in an interview somewhere, but since Toshimichi Mori handled Order Sol's gameplay in XX he might not have. Though, I don't know if Mori's actually drawn Order Sol outside of doing his animation roughs, I wasn't able to find a credits list for XX Slash. Shinnosuke Hino did the character artwork for the three Accent Cores though (the moodier HOS here):

This is important because it means that Mori may have been the one to design Order Sol's iconic slab. It doesn't appear in artwork until XX Slash, despite HOS being drawn quite a bit in the games before that. I like to imagine that HOS went through a bunch of weapons before settling on the slab because they kept breaking and the slab was the first one that actually held up for more than a few fights lol

This got long. Courtesy readmore. All of the following illustrations here can be seen in full over on the GG Wiki: https://guiltygear.wiki.gg/wiki/Order-Sol/Gallery

There is also the possibility that Sol used some kind of magic on the slab. At least two illustrations (by Daisuke) have it shown with "JUNKYARD DOG" carved into it, implying it's the missing Junkyard Dog Mk.I (Mk.II is in Vastedge and Mk.III in Xrd):

More about this on the GG Wiki

It seems like the sword with the weird square things on the pommel stuck around the longest before Daisuke started getting funky with it. The very first Order Sol illustration (from 1998) has it:

...and it shows up again about two years later for a GGX telephone card:

The sword on the Heavy Rock Tracks (2001) cover has the square hilt too, though its blade shape is different than the Missing Link HOS's weapon. I like his axe in this one. Maybe he stole it off one of the dead Gears around him? I'm pretty sure the flared version of this sword here returns in a completely unrelated illustration but I can't find it now...

I wonder if the strange translucent gears [literal] sword from GGXX was the direct descendent of the square pommel sword? It's hard to put exact dates on these to know for sure haha

This one is REALLY interesting because it gives a little glimpse into what the state of the Sol lore was like in 2002. He didn't have the Fireseal until after he left the Holy Order, but Ky is also in this painting. So it's during his Holy Order era. Retcon?! (joke) The giant tooth thing is hilarious too. Did he make that??

The last order Sol drawing I know of where he has a weird weapon before he's given the slab in XX Slash is the Artworks of GGX 2004 cover with the strange glowing weapon. This is one of my favorite Daisuke illustrations, it's so sad it didn't get recycled for future projects the same way a lot of his other work did. It seems like he didn't forget about it though, because the shapes on the sword here are incredibly reminiscent of what would later become the Junkyard Dog Mk.II and III.

Nainsoo was so real for redrawing the fucked up Original Sound Collection guitar for the vinyl release. His Sol is such a babe

I genuinely have no idea wtf he's got in the Artworks 2007 cover but the outfit here would be cleaned up and reused for Vastedge like 7 years later lol

[lanternlit]

smokedanced is now lanternlit

And with this I return, so excited to be writing again! Further changes...

I have moved Castiel and the Thirteenth Doctor here from their previous blogs (waywardfeathered/dochaes). If you were just followed, we were probably mutuals there! Hi! I plan to slowly follow everyone I had ongoing interactions with or asks I planned to reply to, on those blogs. Slowly, because I want to double check people's guidelines pages first. If you follow me back here, I plan to automatically reply to our things on this blog :)

I've rewritten my guidelines. The contents are mostly the same, but a lot has been reworded, and some minor things have been added or deleted, so it'd be awesome if you could give them a read. I guess this is technically optional, since they're mostly the same as before.

A few muses have been dropped. Kenna de Poitiers, Jeremy Bradshaw, Juliet Burke and Tyrion Lannister have been dropped as muses.

New muses have been added. Cas and Thirteen have been moved here from their previous blogs, and I have added Fifteenth Doctor as a muse. Jake, whom I added, um, nearly a year ago... finally has an about page, now, as well. You all get free shots to fire at me about how I had an OC among my muses for a year almost without any kind of an about page.

Some muses' stories have been altered. Namely, Mary Stuart is now a modern AU based muse, and I don't write her in Reign canon at least for the time being. Ella Finnegan has had her story altered, as well, basically the way her psychic abilities work have been changed. The latter will be easy to retcon in any ongoing interactions.

All muses have at least a dossier and a character premise page. This one is something I am proud of myself for, but also fuck, I got so frustrated trying to write the character premise pages that I can see it when I look at them, what with some of them having the most simple sentence structure and all, but I figured... better some information for my characters than none??? Everyone has something, now! Also, no more half the muses only having placeholder images on their pages! PRAISE THE ABSOL... I mean, my self-discipline. Because these past weeks I have just wanted to COME BACK AND WRITE, but I made myself have those tabs for all the characters first.

It is currently nearing 2am so pleaaaaase excuse me if this post is chaotic. Hi dash love you dash.

Lots of muses have been switched between their activity status. Current list goes:

primary muses: cas, hannibal, iris, izzy, jillian, the tardis, thirteen, will

secondary muses: edi, ed, ella, ever, garrus, lucius, mary, tali, ten

tertiary muses: charlie, clara, dean, river

test muses: chloe, eloise, fifteen, hurley, jake

Speaking of, right, Eloise has been released from "I need to rewatch Bridgerton first!" jail, and she's open for interactions sksksksksk

Guys, I don't remember what else I was meant to say.

The blog has had a bit of a makeover. Nobody look at my navigation page, the only thing I edited there so far was the colour scheme, it is outdated. I know me saying not to look is going to make people look but what can I do. Look at my muse directory and guidelines if you want to look at something, you sneaky sneaks.

The interest tracker has been updated. Chloe and Jake have been finally added on it. Cas and Thirteen have also been added on it. Fifteen has- you understand.

The tracker is the same one I've had before, but if you are interested in any of the added muses, please edit your responses. If you haven't done the tracker before, this would also be a very nice time to do it!

Going forward, I am going to go through my unaswered ooc messages and reply to people, I know there are a lot of you who have been on hold with plotting. Thank you so much for your patience. I am also going to start replying to things again, obviously. Now that my muse pages all have at least something on them, I can continue to work on them while my main focus for the blog is generally, well, roleplay. The pages being in such a state of WIP was a huge source of executive dysfunction for me.

I also plan to re-read everyone's guidelines just to make sure neither of us have edited ours so that we don't match anymore, but that'll not be done overnight with all of you.

I hope the url change isn't a huge inconvenience. If you could give this post a like, if you've seen it, that'd be awesome of you, though not at all necessary! I am genuinely very excited to be here again.

[ujuro]

I genuinely thought every kpop stan knew that a majority of idols make little to no money during their entire career like not even beyond common knowledge I thought it was just a given that everyone knows that since it’s been talked about SO many times but apparently not only do a lot of stans not know that they get mad if anyone, idol or not, points it out