#can you tell i got lazy and didn't want to come up with a design for fathom

[toadslug]

Still getting the feel for digital art again! I practiced on Albatross. I spent FOREVER trying to get his face right, and while I'm still not totally satisfied with it, I'm posting it anyways.

I tried to balance his sad old man energy with a sense of elegance, and I gave him the same string of pearls I gave Manta <3 I think the two cared for each other a lot, but Lagoon tried to keep them apart whenever she could. He also has some hints of red for... foreshadowing.

[psychesalcove]

red, white, blues in the sky, summers in the air and baby, heavens in your eyes

✧.* the seven (separate) x reader

synopsis: blurbs about being with the 7 (separate) for the 4th of July!!

cw: swearing, percy + leo being dorks, frank not understand 4th of july at all, hazel being adorable, actually everyone is adorable in this, FLUFF OMG, not proofread AT ALL this is just a rlly fast writing for the holiday,

an: happy 4th of july all of my american readers!! hope you have a good 4th of july, and you're able to see fireworks and or celebrate with your family n friends!! :) also got a bit lazy twords the end, so sorry if my writing gets worse lmao

percy jackson ^᪲᪲᪲

"oh shit, hold on m'gonna go get some rocks to hold down the blanket," percy said as the picnic blanket the two of you had put down starting moving with the breeze in the air. he didn't wait for a response from you, instead running around and finding large enough rocks to stop the blanket from moving.

you smiled as you watched him, breathing out a laugh as you saw him run into conner. conner gave you a questioning look as percy walked off after apologizing, you shrugging your shoulders in response.

soon, percy came back with his rocks he gathered. he quickly set four down, one on each corner of the blanket. "i named that one todd," he explained, pointing to the rock on the bottom right corner of the blanket, "and that one's tofu," pointing to another rock. "i haven't thought of the other names, but maybe you can think of them," he countined as he plopped down next to you; quickly throwing his arm over your shoulders and pulling you into his side.

"is there a theme with the names starting with a t?" you asked, smiling up at percy.

he blinked, thinking for a moment. "i didn't even realize i did that...huh," he mumbled, tilting his head to the side as he thought. "i guess there is a theme now," he concluded.

you laughed. "sounds good perce," you said, referring to what he just said.

he nodded thoughtlessly. "now it's more hard to think of names though," he said, looking at you for assistance with names.

"hush percy. the fireworks are going to start soon."

..

annabeth chase ^᪲᪲᪲

the two of you had retreated to her cabin a bit after the hermes cabin starting lighting up fireworks; both of you preferring to stay away from the loud noises and cheering of other demigods.

"thanks for being with me in here," annabeth hummed, grabbing your hand to hold.

you smiled and nodded your head. "of course annie," you said, squeezing her hand as you talked. "i normally go back to my cabin anyway during the fireworks. they can be a lot sometimes," you explained, knowing your girlfriend might be thinking she's keeping you cooped up in the athena cabin.

annabeth let out a breath. "good to know. i didn't want you to think you were stuck in here with me," she said, confirming your suspensions about her thoughts.

you shook your head softly. "even if i usally stayed out, i still would've come here with you. i never feel stuck with you, love." you explained as annabeth started tracing unfamiliar patterns onto your hand.

"i love you so much," she said, quickly dropping her head so her lips could meet yours. you quickly reciprocated the kiss, brining your free hand up to your face.

"love you to, so much." you said as you pulled away. "now, do y'wanna tell me about that book of yours you've been reading?" you asked.

annabeth smiled, pulling you so that you were sitting side to side with her. she quickly grabbed her book off her nightstand, flipping to the page where the summary was. "i thought you'd never ask, my love."

..

piper mclean ^᪲᪲᪲

pipers face was inches away from yours, her eyes focused on applying a face design onto your upper cheek. "what are you drawing again, babe?" you asked.

piper quickly shushed you. "hush. you're messing up the design, hon. stay still." she said, pulling away from your face to scold you.

"so mean, pipes." you said, only to receive a small playful push on your shoulder from her. you resisted the urge to laugh, knowing that it would mess up the design more than it already is.

"okay!" piper beamed. "we're done with that," she patted your cheek affectionately.

"i don't even get a kiss?" you asked, smiling at your girlfriend's deadpan look as a reply to your question.

"you'll get one when your makeup is finished, how about that?" she mused, attention going to her makeup bag as she shuffled through it, looking for the next thing to put onto your face.

"deal," you said, agreeing with her proposal. you put your hands into your lap, being mindful of the still wet nail polish piper had put on you earlier.

"what d'you think of glitter for your eyeshadow?" piper asked, displaying a glitter pallet to you.

"whatever you think will look best, my dove," you mused, looking at piper with what drew would describe as heart eyes.

..

jason grace ^᪲᪲᪲

jason had his head in your hair, his hand holding yours as he rubbed absent-minded patterns onto your hand. "d'you wanna stay for the fireworks, my love?" he asked, his voice slightly muffled because of his position.

"m'fine with whatever you wanna do babe," you said as you waved back at annabeth as she passed you with percy. you felt jason smile into your hair, before he pulled his head away from yours.

"we'll stay for a while, but if it gets to much for either of us, we can go back to my cabin. sounds good love?" he said, figuring that you might not want to stay for the entire fireworks show.

you hummed. "yeah, that sounds good." you moved your head so it was rested in the crook of jasons neck. he ducked his head down and pressed a light kiss to the top of your head, smiling lightly when he heard you hum in response to the kiss.

"y'know, sometimes i think of now lucky i am to have you," jason started, looking ahead twords the camp lake and watched as percy tackled leo into the water for whatever reason.

"usally, or at least when i was still at camp juniper, i didn't really celebrate anything. i mean, i had people to do things with, but i never had that one person who was mine," he countined, feeling heat from your cheeks on his neck, causing him to chuckle lightly.

"im so, so glad that i met you. and that you can be that one person i can share special memories like this with." he finished, "i love you so much, i hope you know that, love."

"jason, you need to stop randomly dropping speeches like that. but i love you to. so much."

..

leo valdez ^᪲᪲᪲

"leo, honey. what on earth happened?" you asked your boyfriend as he sat down on the blanket you had set up on halfblood hill. leos arms and face were covered in what looked like soot, but, knowing your boyfriend, it could've been anything.

he grinned, and looked at you with the sparkle in his eyes that he always had when he was with you. "surprisingly, travis n' conner don't know how to make fireworks correctly; so I helped them," he explained as he sat down across from you, still looking at you like you hung the moon and stars yourself.

you rolled your eyes playfully at his explanation, reaching your hand out to his face to brush the worst of it off. he emideantaly leaned into your touch, humming lightly as your hand brushed away the soot on his face.

"hope i wasn't to late for the good fireworks?" he asked as he repositioned himself so he was sitting next to you instead of across. you shook your head in response and moved closer to him, resting your head on his shoulder.

he responded to your touch by resting his head atop of yours, and bringing his hand over your shoulders, pulling you even more close than you already were. "i hope you like this next firework, babe. designed it just for you," he said, motioning his head to the sky where you could still see light remains of the previous firework launched.

before you could question what leo meant, the next firework was lit. as it went up into the sky, you could see both yours and leos cabin symbols clear in the sky, along with a heart surrounding the two symbols.

..

frank zhang ^᪲᪲᪲

"i still don't get this whole fourth of july thing," frank said, staring at the sky with a confused look as the next firework was set into the air.

you laughed at frank's statement. "frank, hon, i don't think most americans get what it's about either. they just want to celebrate something and have an excuse to be loud," you explained, shuffling closer to frank, which he responded to by putting his hand over yours and holding it softly.

"yeah, that actually makes sense," frank agrees, before looking past you and at something else. "why does percy have an eagle hat on?" he asks. you turn your head around to be met with the exact sight frank described.

you chuckled, throwing annabeth an apologetic look as she made eye contact with you. she smiled lightly, before saying something to percy, causing him to gasp in what sounded like disbelief.

"and, i don't get the whole red white and blue theme. i mean, it can look good, i guess, but some people take it a bit to far," frank said, shooting a look at leo who was wearing an american flag as a cape.

"hon, i think you're just saying that because of what leos wearing," you said, smiling as frank looked at you with a smile plastered on his face.

"yeah, i am, how'd you know?" he said jokingly, before moving so the two of you were now fully cuddled up with one another.

..

hazel levesque ^᪲᪲᪲

"hazel, you look amazing love," you said in a dreamful tone as you looked at hazel. she was wearing a off white ruffle dress that ended just above her knees, and she had on her jewelry; which included four necklaces, many, many, beaded bracelets, and her rose quarters earrings.

she flushed , painting her cheeks in a deep pink. "thank you, darling. i didn't know if i did to much or not, but since it is a holiday I thought I might as well get a bit dolled up." she explained.

you smiled, beckoning her to sit next to you. "well, i think you look amazing, hazel. and your jewelry goes wonderful with your dress." you said as she took a seat next to you on the picnic blanket.

she blushed again. "you look lovely as well, dear," she muttered, still recovering from your compliments. "oh! i brought some sweet iced tea for the two of us, if you want any." she said, pulling out a jug from her tote bag. "im surprised that none spilled," hazel muttered as she looked at the canister.

she turned her attention to you. "so, you want some, lovely?" she asked again.

you smiled. "of course, love. thanks for bringing drinks. i don't really know if i trust what hermes cabin is giving out to drink," you said, eyes moving to some kids of hermes you didn't personally know offer piper a drink.

hazel turned to look and cringed. "yeah, i don't think i want to try any of that," she said as she turned her attention to pouring a cup for you. "here you go, darling," she smiled.

you thank her with a quick peck to the lips. hazel blushes once again, almost dropping your glass of iced tea in the process.

[mmmichyyy]

40? for the prompt

#40. "am i your husband or your taxi service?"

the first time it happens, mickey doesn't think much of it.

can you pick me up after my shift? too tired to take the L

when mickey is near the station, he parks the van a block away. force of habit from when he and his brothers used to sneak up and collect from people who owed terry money. plus, he doesn't particularly want ian's coworkers to see their stolen ambulance, even though it's completely unrecognizable after debbie helped them revamp the entire thing and paint over it with the logo sandy designed.

here

i don't see you

i'm parked a block away

pick me up at the station

your legs don't work?

i'm tired :(

i drove the van

it's fine no one will be able to tell lol

mickey rolls his eyes and drops his phone in the cupholder. as he pulls up across the street from the station, he sees ian standing on the curb, chatting with someone wearing a matching EMT uniform, a shorter man with tan skin and curly hair.

mickey honks once, a bit impatient since he's hungry as fuck and there's a large pizza he ordered earlier waiting for them at their apartment. ian lifts his head and smiles. as he waves goodbye to his coworker and jogs over to the van, mickey doesn't miss the way the dude is gaping at mickey with wide eyes and a dropped jaw.

the hell is this guy's problem?

"everything okay?" mickey asks, once ian buckles his seatbelt and reclines his seat.

"just tired." ian yawns. "had a long shift today."

"well," mickey puts the van in drive, reaching over the center console to ruffle ian's hair, promptly forgetting ian's weird coworker, "i already ordered a pizza so we can eat then turn in early."

ian smiles sleepily and interlaces his fingers with mickey's. "you're the best husband ever."

mickey shakes his head, biting back a smile. "sappy fucker."

*

after almost two weeks of ian asking to be picked up, mickey suspects something is up. not that he minds or anything, since he makes his own schedule nowadays. after the security business started turning a profit and ian went back to being an emt, he hired a couple of guys to drive the routes so he could work from home and catch up on admin work, freeing up a lot of time in his day to day.

but ian never used to mind the commute. he's the kind of long-legged freak who liked to take the scenic route and go on long runs in the morning, just for fun. absolutely deranged behaviour, in mickey's opinion. but lately, ian has been flashing his kicked-puppy eyes and asking to be chauffeured like a pampered prince and, well. mickey could never resist spending more time with his husband, so he hasn't said anything. not yet, anyway. god he's so whipped.

the excuses ian came up with, however, were more unbelievable as it went on, ranging from the train broke down (mickey knew for a fact it didn't), to spraining his elbow (though he had no problem throwing mickey on the bed later that night with his supposedly injured arm), to how it was going to rain later (it was sunny all day without a cloud in sight).

when mickey tried to call him out on his bullshit, ian either got down on his knees or flipped mickey over and fucked him senseless into the bed, promptly making mickey forget what the hell he was trying to say.

it's gotten to the point where ian stopped making excuses and simply asked mickey to come get him. which truthfully, mickey doesn't mind at all. but he just finds it odd how his beefy athletic husband had gotten so lazy.

"what's with you?" mickey finally asks one day, as ian climbs into the passenger seat.

ian blinks innocently. "what do you mean, dear husband of mine?"

mickey rolls his eyes. "am i your husband or your fuckin' taxi driver? 'cause i've been picking your ass up every day for the past two weeks when you have two perfectly functioning legs."

ian huffs, crossing his arms. "maybe i just want to spend more time with you."

"we live together," mickey points out flatly, "how much more time do you need?"

"i–"

a tap on the glass interrupts them, and mickey turns to see a woman with brown hair tied back in a ponytail, enthusiastically gesturing at him to roll down the window.

"the fuck?" mickey turns to ian, whose face has turned slightly pink. "did you forget something at the station?"

"ah, no." ian scratches his head sheepishly. "sue is just being... sue."

sue waves her hand again and mickey reluctantly lowers the window.

"mickey, this is sue, my supervisor, and sue, this is–"

"the elusive husband." sue grins. "i've heard a lot about you, mickey."

mickey raises his brow. "have you now."

"oh sure," she says, ignoring ian's frantic head shaking, "ian won't shut up about you, yapping on and on about mickey this and mickey that. we're all jealous at the station actually, everyone just complains about their partners while ian keeps gushing about how perfect and amazing his husband is. his words."

"huh." that explains a lot, actually, why there was always someone different waiting with ian every time he came to pick him up, and why they all stared at him like a circus freak. "well, i bet ian didn't tell you the time we stole an ambu–"

"okay," ian cuts in loudly, reaching over to turn the key in the ignition, "we're leaving. i'll see you tomorrow, sue."

"come to the company picnic next month," sue calls out. "it's a potluck and everyone is bringing their family. it'll be fun!"

"uh sure," mickey says, even though a social gathering with ian's nosy coworkers sounds like the least fun thing he's ever heard of. he looks over at ian, slumped in his seat, avoiding mickey's eyes. "I'll check my schedule."

once mickey drives around the corner, he playfully flicks his finger at ian's temple and ian rolls his eyes, shaking his head.

"you yap about me to your coworkers," mickey teases. "you're so fuckin' whipped."

"whatever," ian grumbles. "stupid sue calling me out."

"is that why you keep asking me to pick you up?" mickey asks, amused. "to parade me around like a little show dog?"

"well, eduardo blabbed to everyone he saw you, then everyone kept asking about you and wanted to see you in person, so..."

"hm." mickey reaches over and brushes his thumb over ian's palm. "what do you say about me?"

ian links their fingers together and sighs. "that you're attentive. funny. caring. protective. loyal. the ideal man."

mickey laughs. "you're really overselling me here, gallagher. did you forget i'm an ex-convict, pimp and drug dealer?"

ian waves him off and continues. "kind. loving. perfect in every single way, except when you leave your socks on the floor. oh and that you're hot as hell with an ass that won't quit."

"you talked about my ass?"

"okay, i didn't say the last part," ian amends, "your ass belongs to just me. but i meant everything else i said."

"you really are a sappy fucker."

"you love it."

"i'd love it even more if i didn't have to be your chauffeur every day, at least they get paid to drive back and forth."

"you come with me to the picnic, i'll pay you with favours in bed. i'll even throw in a big tip."

"a big tip, huh..."

[primarinite]

started thinking about my pmd au designs again and wanted to touch up on them while giving design notes

reasons for my choices under the cut! (spoiler warning)

siffrin:

first and foremost full credit to my wife @vaugarde for being the one to come up with brionne!siffrin because despite being The Popplio Guy i probably wouldn't have thought of this lmao

her reasons for deciding on brionne comes down to three simple reasons:

brionne being a pop star/entertainer aligns with siffrin's whole thing of being a performer in a play

brionne's dex entries say it tries very hard to make everyone around it happy, while also masking its own sadness. both of these things are very siffrincore.

my wife and i are both massive popplio line fans. they're literally my favourite pokemon ever (they're not his all-time favourites but they're close). of course we're going to be biased with this pick LMAO.

mirabelle:

when it comes to a pokemon au mirabelle i usually see her be turned into an eevee and i LOVE this idea and fully agree with them and love the designs i've seen of it, but i wanted to do something a little different, so i decided on unovan zorua. as zorua can make illusions that kinda fits with mira's thing of changing but also staying the same. like deep down there's some aspects of yourself you can't change and you shouldn't have to change them.

isabeau:

trans people love the ralts line. i'm being so serious when i say that this post was the main inspiration behind making isa a gallade

i also figured the psychic/fighting would be really good for alluding to the nerd/jock metaphor.

odile:

honestly? vibes. making the resting bitch face woman the resting bitch face pokemon. she's also obviously very intelligent which fits with the general perception of psychic types. and also i really love meowstic it's my 4th favourite pokemon behind the popplio line, koraidon and lopunny.

the note about how meowstic aren't usually seen in ka bue is meant to be a reference to how meowstic was introduced alongside the pokemon region that's based on france, referencing her half-vaugardian heritage.

bonnie:

the main inspo behind this choice was based on that one piece of flavour text where bonnie tells the story of how nille once made a huge ass hammer and when she tried to hang it up on their walls it ended up breaking the wall. so that made me think of of tinkaton!nille so by proxy that would give us tinkatink!bonnie. i love the idea bonnie making their own pan using metal like how tinkatink tends to mess around with bits of metal it finds (<- guy that is enjoying seeing the shenanigans dot's tinkatink is getting up to in the horizons anime).

loop:

ok i didn't draw them because i got lazy but you bet they're a jirachi because of course

[221beloved]

"What are you wearing?" - "It's laundry day!"

(Link to ao3)

When John opened his eyes in the morning, it was to Sherlock watching him, diffuse morning light filtering through the curtains.

"Morning love," John mumbled and stretched his body under the blanket.

"What time is it?"

"Seven," Sherlock murmured back, not taking his eyes off John.

"Everything alright?" John asked, shifting a little closer to the warm body next to him.

Sherlock frowned, then smiled and nodded. "Perfectly fine."

"Right then," John smiled back and pressed a kiss on Sherlock’s lips.

"Let's have a nice lie in then."

Sherlock rolled his eyes but shuffled deeper under the blankets as well, tightened his arms around John's body.

"You looked, stressed. In your sleep. I was just… checking."

There was a slight tingling sensation in John's stomach at the confession, and he wanted to melt here and now.

"It's all fine," John murmured, already drifting back into a light sleep, wrapped in their mixed scent and cosy warmth.

It was the clattering in their kitchen that drove them out of bed about an hour later. Together they padded into the loo and tried to coordinate their morning routine, always standing in each other's way despite the practise they should’ve gathered in their time living together.

When they finally emerged from the loo, clothed and somewhat prepared for the day, to see what their landlady – not housekeeper – was up to this morning, they were in for a little surprise.

They stopped short in the doorway to the living room, gaping.

"What, what are you wearing?" Sherlock got out first.

"For the love of God, Mrs Hudson, come down there, your hip, you'll break your bones!" was what John shouted.

Their landlady turned on the spot where she was balancing on a side table – not a chair, she was standing on a small table – as if she were a tightrope walker.

"It's laundry day!" She stated, apparently as answer to both questions.

"Now that you're up, boys, could one of you get me this duster over there?"

John was hurrying towards her, and Sherlock was about to point out that he'd forgotten the duster, but John was already ordering the woman off that table. Yes, ordering.

"You should've just told us to get the curtains down. And honestly Mrs Hudson, on that table?"

Mrs Hudson patted his shoulder.

"I know you mean well dear, but I can do that myself. You were having a lazy morning, no reason to bother you with cleaning and all this," she tutted.

"Not exactly lazy with all that noise," Sherlock mumbled, and although John shot him a sharp look, their landlady apparently didn't hear.

Louder, Sherlock asked, "And what has laundry day to do with what you're wearing?"

Mrs Hudson looked down her body.

"I don't know what you're trying to tell me. I got this just last week, it's nice, isn't it?"

John and Sherlock eyed her outfit, searching for the right words.

She was wearing a yellow shirt and a light blue apron with cherries and strawberries on it. On top of that she was wearing a blue… it looked like a bath cap.

"It's, er..." John trailed off.

"It's practical, that's what it is. I'm washing most of my clothes today, and on top of that things like your curtains, which haven't seen water for years, I don't want to get all dirty.”

Sherlock blinked at her. "And you're wearing that apron, because..."

"There are so many pockets, it's practical, dear. One day you'll see sense and accept that sometimes function is more important than design.”

Sherlock and John both frowned, thinking about how their landlady would get all dressed up for a visit at Mrs Turner's. Or for the grocery store, at that.

"Besides, no one's seeing me like this. Well, apart from you boys, but you'll help me anyway."

Sherlock was still busy blinking, John already ahead of him. As always.

"Of course we'll help Mrs Hudson. Just tell us what you want us to do, and it will be done. And no more climbing on tables."

"Or chairs," Sherlock added, slowly catching up.

Well, there went their lazy day in. They'd just go to bed early this evening. At least they would be clean by then. And their flat would be too. Not that Sherlock liked the idea of that, but he'd lost this argument with his landlady often enough to know that it was futile to try and refuse. Besides, John liked the flat clean.

So they would be cleaning today. Well, washing, mostly, but that laundry day could develop into much more if they weren't careful.

Sherlock sighed, already thinking about how he could sneak in cuddles with John on the sofa over the day.

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[linkemon]

Miya Chinen (selfship)

Selfship was made for okamirou on Wattpad.

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~ You met Miya when he started first grade at a new school. He was sitting alone in a desk and you, being the life of the party, decided to start a conversation. At first, he wasn't very talkative but that changed pretty quickly. Mainly because you also knew how to value silence.

~ You used to listen to music and drift off to very boring subjects. Sometimes he would join in even though he had to give up his headphones. You exchange favourite songs.

~ Your laziness is evident in the fact that you do your homework late at night. The boy usually joins you and you ponder over your homework together. He does best in math, so if you need help, he'll text you back but nothing more. He's no good at explaining. He has no patience.

~ You guys argue quite often. It's usually just minor arguments like what kind of food you think is better. Last time you were there to check it out, poor Joe cooked you an Italian meal for free because he couldn't stand you.

~ Being called a slime is commonplace.

~ You visit animals very often. Chinen loves cats. You bought yourself a hoodie with cat ears to match him. His reaction when you first put it on was priceless. He wanted you to take it off because someone would think you were a couple. He blushed and quickly skateboard away.

~ He totally understands that you spend a lot of time on electronic devices. He himself never goes anywhere without his phone and carries his console everywhere. He'll happily talk to you about a new anime episode or game.

~ He doesn't mind watching horror movies. He's ready at any time just to prove he's not scared. However, you see that he sometimes jumps at the sight of monsters. You want him to keep coming so you pretend not to see the popcorn scattered all over the couch.

~ He gets jealous of your attention. You really admire his new friends, especially Langa. Miya once grabbed your hand and pulled you away from them, claiming he was way cooler.

~ Miya tried to discourage you from skateboarding. He would sometimes make nasty remarks. It was all caused by a situation from the past. One time you simply said that either he would stop or your friendship would end. You didn't talk to each other for a few days. Chinen couldn't take it anymore and went to the guys for advice. Then he went straight to you and apologized. He was afraid that you would become like his old friends and leave him as soon as you realized that you were much worse than him.

~ After that incident, he took you to the zoo as an apology. At first, he pretended to be an adult but as soon as he got to the section where you could pet the animals, his childish nature came out. He only got angry when a llama spat on him and you had to quickly run home so he could change his shirt.

~ You laughed at him, so he got really angry. To make up for it, you bought him a cake at the cat cafe. He really liked it and it felt like a date but there was no way he would tell you that.

~ He complains about your clumsiness but tries to catch you as much as possible in case you walk into a pole because you were lost in thought on your way home from school. He'll usually say "I told you so."  if he warned you about something and you failed.

~ He has no qualms about taking advantage of your artistic soul. If he changes something in the design of the board, he will come to you to design something. Then together you will go to DOPE SKETCH to look at paint colours and circles.

~ Miya is reluctant to admit to others that he likes you. Recently, his mother has started asking him about you and he defends himself with arms and legs that you are just a friend. However, when he goes to bed after the races, he remembers your face full of admiration after winning. He himself does not know exactly what this feeling is yet but he likes it very much...

[kazutora-kurokawa]

It Wasn't Me! (A fic about Mikey's dorayaki getting stolen while some of Toman's founders are hanging out)

♡ SFW, use of nicknames, cursing, mentions of arson, false accusations/Mikey blaming everyone for stealing, set in an au where Shinichiro survives Kazutora hitting him and everything is peachy keen between the founders, just a random idea that popped in my head ♡

Characters: Mikey, Draken, Kazutora, Mitsuya, Takemichi

Mentions of: Pah-Chin, Baji, and Shinichiro

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Mitsuya sat on the couch in the corner of Toman's hideout, scribbling away in his design journal before noticing something strange. "Draken?" Draken looked up from the book he was reading. "Yea Suya? What is it?" "Isn't it oddly quiet?" "You know what, now that you mention it, it is-" "WHO TOOK IT?" Mikey's voice reverberated throughout the hideout, interrupting Draken mid-sentence.

"I knew it was too good to be true." Mitsuya closed his journal and placed it on the couch before getting up to go with Draken to investigate Mikey's sudden outburst. "What's wrong now Mikey?" "I'll tell you what's wrong! There's a thief in our midst!" "What got stolen?" The boys turned around, surprised by Kazutora's sudden appearance. "What the fuck Tora, you scared the hell outta us! Where did you even come from?

"I was just out riding around on my bike, I needed to clear my head. So...is anybody gonna say what got stolen or is it a guessing game?" Draken and Mitsuya turned back to face Mikey, awaiting his response. "What got stolen is my dorayaki. Some scoundrel came in here and got their dirty hands on it!" "Are you fucking serious right now? I'm sitting back down, this is just ridiculous." "That's what you were yelling about? I promise you it's not that serious." "Yes it is! Takemitchy-kun brought it for me earlier and I was planning on eating it right now, but I obviously can't cause it's gone!" "It's not like you're gonna die without it, just relax."

"What do you mean relax? I can't relax with a thief running around!" "Well who do you think stole it?" "Pah hasn't been here, so you can rule him out." Draken yelled from the couch. "You know what? It was probably Baji, he does illegal stuff all the time." "Mikey you can't just go around accusing people who aren't here to defend themselves." "Exactly, you're basically just slandering him." "He literally lights cars on fire, can you really blame me for suspecting someone with a criminal record?" "I hate to admit it, but he's got a point."

"Oh shut up Draken!" "Okay let's calm it down a bit. Mikey, I think you're placing the blame on Baji because you're too lazy to actually do any detective work." Mikey crossed his arms and stared sheepishly at the ground. Mitsuya was right, no matter how much Mikey wished he wasn't. "Okay fine, I admit that I'm lazy. I guess Baji didn't do it." As the words left his mouth, Mikey looked up in sudden realization. "If it wasn't him, then it must've been one of you!"

"Oh that's just fantastic, are we gonna be playing the blame game all day? Why the hell would we steal your dorayaki? "I don't know, maybe to piss me off." "Well I don't have any reason to wanna piss you off and I was enjoying the peace and quiet, so I definitely wouldn't steal anything from you knowing you'd have an outburst." "I'm with Suya on this one, nobody wants to hear your damn mouth while they're trying to read."

Mikey turned his attention towards Kazutora, loading up his accusation. "Then it must've been you Kazutora!" "I literally just got here like 10 minutes ago dumbass, how could I steal it?" "I don't know, but I need someone to blame!" "Hey guys, what's up?" Takemichi wandered through the door of the hideout, oblivious to the situation plaguing his friends. "And the plot thickens." "Nothing much Takemichi, just Mikey blaming everyone for stealing his dorayaki." "I haven't blamed everyone, just you guys." "You say that as if it makes it any better." "Dorayaki? You mean the one I brought for you?" "Yes and someone snatched it up!"

Takemichi just stood there and laughed awkwardly, giving the boys a chance to notice the bag he held in his hand. "Takemichi, that wouldn't happen to be Mikey's dorayaki in that bag would it?" "Yeah it is, he forgot to grab it before he left." "Wow, so he really just accused everyone for no reason. That's crazy." "Mikey you owe all of us an apology."

Feeling guilty and embarrassed at his own behavior, Mikey shuffled his way over to Takemichi, taking the bag out of his hand. "Thanks Takemitchy." Mikey turned around and faced the guys, who were actively expecting an apology. "Guys..." Mikey took a long pause before continuing. "I'm not sorry." He walked out the door, too stubborn to admit he was wrong.

"I wish I would've hit him with those bolt cutters instead of Shinichiro."

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[ledreca]

obligatory tommy taffy hc post

once again if ur one of my disc friends for the love of god do not press read more. thanks

sort of half headcanons half character analysis idk i was just writing whatever i thought of since everyone else is

warnings: written under the assumption youve read the book, includes heavy spoilers for both the reddit story and published third parent book by elias witherow, mentions/jokes of some of the more violent acts comitted by taffy but nothing explicit or sexual. you read the book you know what youre in for. also long ass post sorry i wrote all this on my phone last night

go ahead and preface everything here with "i think" cus as these are headcanons they are just my personal thoughts and ideas of stuff making up his character. that i made up

he has "real" hair, or at the very least it's made up of individual strands and not just a chunk of blond plastic. brushable and styleable!

his soft plastic doll-like skin is actually a fairly recent development. previous iterations through time had him being made of stuff like stained wood, stuffed cloth, porcelain, whatever rez saw humans using for idols and toys and such at the time. the plastic variant is comparatively modern, obviously inspired by barbie toy lines

the skin is surprisingly malleable, functioning similarly to both the human epidermis and the plastic of a modern toy. its able to bend smoothly and fold in areas, but also any imprints of say, fingernail scratches or bite marks, will remain there until he does something about it. it irritates him to no end how impressionable it is but he tolerates it for the benefits appearance-wise

he doesn't have eyeballs per say, but he does have the sockets and general shape of them. they aren't flat. the whites of his eyes, eyelashes, and eyebrows all appear painted on tho he is still able to emote with his eyebrows. the iris is also painted on but he can move them just like a regular human can

the blue glow of his eyes is controllable by will and strengthened by heightened emotions, tho he prefers to keep a low ambient level in low light

his mouth area lacks any shape or definition, and instead also appears painted on like his other features. his teeth also lack real detail and look uncannily simple on his 3 dimensional living body (I like to think rez wanted to give him a more silly cartoonish glee vibe and instead got uncanny and sinister ones). it can still open and emote differently than his default wide toothy grin.

lets get to the guts . . . (haha) his interior is full of flesh. just flesh. like what someone who didn't know what humans or mammals or organs are would imagine is inside something only known as soft and made of meat. just full of dark and meat and goo and warp all coated in a thin layer of syrupy yellow. (I can't actually come up with a reasoning for rezs choice in making his blood yellow. maybe he thought it to be associated with happier things than humanity's red blood and that it would never really matter anyway since he'd totally never get sliced open? lol!). rez got a little lazy when it came to designing something as complicated (and objectively subparly structured) as the human organ system so he just said screw it

looking at his exterior skin tho you would never be able to tell nothing really makes sense underneath, cus his body concaves and bends and is detailed in every way that would suggest a fully developed skeletal structure and organs. he can bend any way he'd like, but he does still prefer to try and follow anatomical standards. he also appears to have a circulatory and cardiovascular system, seeing as his blood can rush to his face and other areas to "blush" yellow (yeah hc he can blush). you might even be able to hear a facsimile of a heartbeat if you had your ear pressed up against his chest :)

the only "interior" rez cared to put any effort in designing is taffys mouth and jaw structure, since it'd be visible whenever taffy would open his mouth for emoting. it looks like a generically simple mouth with no detail past the color red and 2 curved blocks on the top and bottom to represent his molars connected to his "main" teeth. it also doesn't go anywhere and is just a small pocket, so he can't actually eat anything as itd have nowhere to go

since someone else brought it up first NOT ME I'll relay my own thoughts of the subject of taffys Lower body parts. Tommy Taffy was designed by something who wanted him to successfully blend in with humanity while also being remarkable enough in a fun friendly way (whether he succeeded is another story lol) and thus designed him with everything important he believed made up a human being. rez also admits to originally believing sex and violence were the predominate human traits due to his first experiences with humanity being very early stages of life and civilization. so yeah, he probably wouldve designed him with all the knowledge and exterior parts of a normal male human being, why would he suddenly decide to cut corners on his dream's own physical lower body? (now whether or not EVERY subsequent layer had all the bits and bobs is debatable and subjective but this is purely a personal and subjective post anyway lol!) also he gave him a goddamn tongue, guys. come on

taffy could very well be a reality bending divine being IF he thought he was able to. taffy operates under strict mental parameters carried from rezs influence to not be able to pass certain self-imposed limits on his own power. its mentioned in the book he could go up to like 66 thousand copies of himself like his real name meaning (66358 deadnaming lol) but I think at his current level he could build even more layers or just copies of himself or even create something else entirely new if he just knew he was capable of it. like father like son

some words about how his layers work: in the book rez describes it as each layer being a different tweak or change to the original base layer, so this can sort of be equated as like a code base on github or something idk im not a coder. except since he never actually overwrote anything, every "bug" and "deprecated feature" never actually got fixed or removed with each update, just pushed to a metaphorical backburner. so the modern taffy would basically be running a constant rng game to decide how he would react to stimuli from his environment, which can hopefully better explain his emotions switching at the drop of a hat and his bipolarity. sorry this was like confusing af lol

^ also all his layers probably think just a liiittle differently from eachother, each one isnt just a perfect carbon copy. seeing how in the book he could theoretically go up to sixty thousand present copies, it can be assumed each summoned layer is either a compound of every layer minus the latest layer additions or, what i believe, a "division" of several layers. like, say he had three manifestations active, each one with a divided ratio of the total sixy thousand, so theyd only have around twenty thousand changes picked at random. theoretically, one of his manifestations could have a very low amount of "early" builds and lack most of the violent/sexual tendencies and instead be a relatively decent guy. what are the chances of something like that happening though haha

he has a perfect hivemind relationship with his other current manifested layers, and he's able to perfectly tune in to every manifestation with precise focus. he doesn't really think about this tho as it's another one of those self-imposed limits to not acknowledge just how powerful his mind really is. this could also be why he's so irritated when someone points out or acknowledges another one of his layers

I don't actually think he works like this but itd be funny to imagine his thoughts are just all his 60000 layers yelling at each other like in slay the princess. mental fortitude of a god to be able to function with that shit

he's capable of instantly remanifesfing himself. he sometimes doesn't for reasons I'll talk about later (threat) but he IS able to "shed" and dismiss his current form for a new one if his gets, say, dirty bitten scratched stabbed lost russian roulette and/or set on fire. he just appears back either in front of a house if he plans on making an entrance or back inside if he knows no one will see him, depending on the severity and reason for why he had to remanifest. just like imagine if some kid accidentally got apple juice all over his stupid khakis and he was like "🤗 no biggie!" while internally fuming and he just disappears into some shadowy corner and comes back in the middle of the night sitting on the couch all clean and ominous

he can be a master at virtually any skill or talent if he knows enough about it. like what's that? youre interested in woodworking? wow, taffys actually a master woodworker and a whiz with a whittler! you've been getting into opera singing lately? lucky, taffy has an incredible range and can be your theater partner! he'll help you :) (whether you want him to or not)

he does actually have a really nice voice and is naturally good at singing tho. someone else mentioned this but he rlly would be putting a kid to bed and have to come up with some shit on the spot to sing them to sleep. he probably would have an insane range too cus lack of real vocal cords and all his sounds coming from an unknown eldritch source of power in the sky

he can purr. that is all

i KNOW his chest be rumbling from his goofy laughing and it's so nice to lay on. mask off

he used to really look up to rez and admire him as a creator, at least until he began to actually "exist" as more and more layers were added and he could feel the dissatisfaction and maybe even hatred from rez for things that were actually rezs fault but taffy would later assume were his own shortcomings. this got even worse once rez discovered he was out and about on earth and tried stopping him, driving a wedge between them that would eventually escalate into full on hate and spite fueled rivalry (mostly on taffys part). he does still have some deepseated respect and reliance on rez tho

highkey fantasizes about someone breaking into one of the houses in his care. it would likely rarely if ever happen cus of the effects he has on a neighborhoods aura and it probably really drives outsiders away but maybe during an early taffy "infestation" someone could attempt to rob his current family. he has a power fantasy where he'd violently protect his home by making an example out of whatever misfortunate schmuck decided to break into the wrong house and rip into him, proving he's strong and capable of protecting his territory. no lasting physical trauma on his own beneficiaries needed! (no but like imagine you just broke the lock on some upper middle class house. you walk in past the foyer and into the living room and sitting on the couch in the dark room is some tall lanky figure staring at you with piercing blue lights and a wide white grin. he lets out a quiet chuckle. ur not dying quickly nor painlessly)

he is unfathomably dramatic. I'm talking insane drama queen levels and passion for theatrics. will always be dedicated to the bit. his body just got thrown off a cliff by his current family and they think he's gone for good? give them a couple weeks. let them think they won. all for the spectacular and horrific entrance busting down the door he'll make on his return. need to make an example out of some poor parent who's just disrespected him for the last time? he won't just punch them, no, hes about to splay their corpse on the shingles and make the kids help. he does NOT have to do allat but he does. for the bit

he's actually incredibly intolerant towards child abuse from parents and will very quickly nip it in the bud at the source i.e separate heads from necks if what he's seen is bad enough. he only ever really snaps on a family himself if they go against him, and punishment without reason would be enough for him to fully takeover for the abusive parents in question

I like to imagine there has to have been a least one set of kids who deemed him more tolerable than their real parents because they were just that bad (I plan on working on a little something with this premise in the future, highkey suck at writing tho so don't expect much)

he'd be surprisingly good at comforting someone if you just let him. he knows all the methods to handle panic attacks and best ways to hold someone to calm you down from night terrors and such

he thoroughly appreciates the senses and thinks humans take them for granted. he believes all senses are wondrous (the quiet sneeze of a baby, the warmth of a family pet choosing his lap to lay on in the middle of the night cus he hasn't moved and won't move for hours, the indulgent aroma of a tired husband's baking brownies wafting through the house, and ofc the sight of a child's small smile at some funny thought or another when they thought he wasn't looking. he'd enjoy tasting things too if he didn't think he was wasting it since he'd have to throw it away later) he's a sucker for it all

this dumbass probably really only does have one item in his wardrobe. poor sod and his stupid Hi! shirt hes emotionally dependant on. still dont have to draw him in tho. if he does branch out he would make sure to keep the Hi! in there somewhere, be it one of those name stickers or a on button pinned to his lapel

anyway not a hc but a potential fixit fic idea for the book ending if anyone wants it: "killing" rez didnt actually work. something went wrong, maybe a subconscious reeling that forced him to collapse and go dark, but he never actually died. (you cant kill a god that easy.) thus, taffy remains, albeit incredibly beaten and roughed up. something changed him that night, though. whether it was witnessing what he thought was the death of his precious creator, the showdown with one of his favorite wards, his own horrific "death", or something else entirely removed, he woke up in that housefire different. more appreciative of life and with a new understanding of his own morality (or lack thereof). he would leave and go to rez's own already-mending mass and theyd abscond.. somewhere. anywhere other than here with the memories literally burning behind them and dripping blue fluid. then theyd experience found family and love for the first time and finally bond as father and son and live happily ever after the end WIN

sorry and thanks for reading this if you got this far. stay winning taffy fans and led fans

[chizups]

I'm too lazy to make comic, so I experiment. What is this chatlog...

I imagine dialogs between them from all the time to time.

Lack of self acceptance is keeping me from seeing these characters in full blown romantic relationship, but I don't mind - the sweeter that glass will be to chew on, when everything goes south.

Gortash didn't expect bhaalspawn to be a gnome and never really got used to it, since she doesn't look nor behaves like a cold blooded killer bhaalspawn is supposed to be. But in due time he realized that it is even more dangerous: Durga demonstrates not just charm, but care and affection that barely anyone can remain indifferent to. She easily becomes the one person from whom you wouldn’t expect a dagger in the back and definitely wouldn't want to. Though she probably can come up with something more original.

Your mom is less reliable than Durga is! Which in case of Gortash is even true.

A small gnome woman with pleasant voice and soft caress makes anyone forget what she is. Not so many people even saw her slicing and dicing. Not because she doesn't do it - she enjoys it greatly quite often, that's a ferocious cat that ignores her small size and ready to take a bear - but to preserve that unthreatening image of herself. Well, even if they did see... I imagine her to be a very good liar. To explain how persuasive she is, I'd say, in a room full of dead bodies where she will be standing with a bloody axe in her hand, you ask her who killed all those people and she will say "It sure wasn't me" and roll nat20. It's an absurd example just to get the point across, but you get me.

So yeah, Enver of the past did forget quite often. Didn't say it out loud and was right about not doing it: Durga is always quick to remind. Caring mommy image is just an image. Though there is some sincerity in her kind actions, she is able to snap to a furious cunt in an instant and get back again just as fast (I have a scene in mind just for that). There's a question in the list "what your Tav's greatest talent". Well, it's acting. This sweet voice changes into growl real fast, always smiling face distorts, someone gets a lethal blow and all of a sudden sweet voice and smile are present again, everything is happening so fast it's hard to comprehend. And if you really think about it (despite me explaining it so poorly probably), it's quite creepy actually. I think it's creepy. You never can tell when she will switch.

Couldn't say she's acting all the time in front of Gortash. She's just positive towards him in general and willing to get him to the end of the plan by whatever means. Nevertheless he received some unexpected hard slaps on the face as well. Non lethal, obviously.

I didn't decide yet if I want them to develop romantic feelings for each other, but even if yes, none of them would know what it is and definitely not Durga nor Gortash would act on them. Durga is willing to praise Enver's genius now and again, saying she can't help but appreciate the design of what he's organizing at the moment, but it's really nothing compare to feelings she asked Bhaal forgiveness for.

[strawbrryrush]

HEAR YE !! HEAR YE !! here is strawbrryrush's starter/plotting call for hidden's 18th event ! underneath the cut I will try to tell ye what the muses are up to- i am going to limit it to 3 starters per MUSE.. so I don't get too overwhelmed!! - as for per mun- mayhaps let's keep it at 4 ! c: anyways hopefully this isn't too bad- I made half these edits while sleepy- and writing this while just waking up from a nap. c: also i am too lazy to always type this- so unaware= they didn't know washington wasn't always set in medieval times- aware= they noticed a change.

elena will be selling medicines/ and won't be aware washington wasn't always set in a medieval setting. starter call 0/3 wanted plots: maybe fellow apothecary workers-, maybe she can work with some witches?? -that'd be fun- maybe she can help in making potions idk.

🫵witch! - homura is very much a witch/magical girl- and will be aware something changed in washington.. aka knowing to keep her witchy/magical girl identity secret. starter call 0/3 wanted plots: witches she can help out/work with, anything else u can think of.

jinx will be a blacksmith.. i mean- she's skilled in the craft why not good way to make money.. and to work with dangerous items LOL starter call 2/3 silco, mittens wanted plots- people she can fix items for- or make items for ! ur local blacksmith- what do u need?

cat bulgular is her title- of course she'd be a thief- and a skilled one at that. she's a wonderful pickpocketer- i can already feel mu qing judging the shit out of her but - aNYWAYS starter call 1/3 nami wanted plots- fellow thieves- maybe someone who catches her in the act- but keeps it a secret.. royalty she could try to steal from- but maybe ends up bonding with- like how she bonded with kaya.

listen, I wasn't sure what to make her?? so waitress with slight homicidal thoughts- sounded fun. starter call 0/3, wanted plots: a spot she can waitress for, coworkers, not gonna lie- if you want ur muses memory status to change.. amber could help with that ( in a violent way ) because she can't stay not stabbing people forever.

m'lady, was this man bothering you?? vaggie is a knight- protecting her loved ones. ( charlie lbr ), starter call 1/3 cullen, wanted plots: maybe she can take someone under her wing- vaggie needs more friends, given she's a little hard to get along with.

draculaura loves to write- and is an aspiring writer- so why not be one for hire !! starter call 1/3, louise wanted plots: people who hire her to write scriptures/whatever u need written. plus she's a vampire- so maybe a muse can be like O: WITCH!!

are we shocked.. it's moxxie- starter call 1/3 iorveth wanted plots- maybe someone who works for the law- who he can butt heads with.

nothing changed- she's still a baker! starter call 0/3, wanted plots: HEAR ME OUT- romance in ye medieval times?? she's gorgeous- sweet, and can make a mean.. bread.. who wouldn't want bread? come on. aka opened to arranged marriage as well

if you got an important message to send, lucy is your girl. starter call 2/3 kaz, lucy wanted plots: people she can run messages for- maybe a muse can get her involved in some trouble- it's lucy she can't not be involved in trouble.

if you got some clothes that need made- or tailored- sanna is ur girl! starter call 1/3 dongfang qingcang, wanted plots; people she can design clothes for- tailor for, maybe royalty she can work for and help design for them??

she owns a bar- why would that change in ye medieval times? starter call 1/3 syala, wanted plots: workers, regulars.

dipper is full of wisdom- why not let him be an astrologer.. starter call 0/3 wanted plots: if you need someone to tell you what the stars are saying- what your astrology means- he's your guy.. though they are most likely winging it alsl ALSO PEOPLE LET HIM BEFRIEND A WITCH/VAMPIRE A MUSE WHOS SUPERNATURAL THAT SOUNDS SO FUN- HE'D BE GEEKED.

mai's aware things have changed- but her love of knives and sharp weapons hasn't changed. she's your stop for if you need your knife sharpened. starter call 0/3 wanted plots: customers, people who make the job entertaining she gets bored fast.

i did this just to be purely funny- fire demon- turned candlemaker, starter call 0/3 wanted plots: someone to get into mischief with- customers.

he's a clown, let him entertain your royalty alls. starter call 1/3, fizzarolli cheshire cat wanted plots: royalty he can work for- and entertain, mischief- he thrives on mischief let him get involved in some nonsense.

i forgot dani bishop.. I made an edit- but uh forgot anyways she's a witch.. starter call 0/3, wanted plots: fellow witches, -anything u wanna do!

[northstardrabbles]

nightfall's intro post

tw for human experimentation and a bit of cannibalism in the backstory section—it'll be below the cut if you don't want to read that

basics

full name - nightfall/0011 age - 27 gender/pronouns - transmasc (he/it) species - human (sort of)

appearance

extra appearance notes:

he's 6'2

the purple bits glow in the dark, he cannot turn it off

he has a bunch of little bone spikes on his shoulders/arms. i'm just too lazy to draw them most of the time

physiology

i genuinely need a section for this because this guy is messed UP. all of this is a result of the experiments run on him and/or how they went wrong.

his need for food/water/rest is about half that of a normal human. he still feels hungry/tired/etc at the same points as most people, but can push through it for MUCH longer

he can see in the dark and his pupils are reflective

has a significant healing factor, he's not unkillable but can survive a frankly stupid amount of damage

its saliva is basically acidic, corrosive enough to damage skin. he's not immune to this effect so it seriously screws with his throat and whatnot

personality

generally pretty antisocial. since he lives in a rural area and looks as fucked-up as he does, he prefers not to interact with people most of the time. when he does (normally because he has no other choice), he tends to get straight to the point and can be somewhat impatient. while not exactly prone to violence, he knows his strength and is willing to threaten people if necessary.

when he does form attachments it's very slowly, and although he never really drops the blunt attitude, he's seriously defensive of the people he likes.

backstory summary for the people who need to heed the tw

basically he got experimented on, broke out of the lab, and fucked off to live in the woods on his own

side tangent before the backstory

there are going to be a lot of mentions of these things called 'exoliths' in this project, including nightfall's backstory.

the tl;dr is that exoliths are fist-sized stones that are conduits for EXTREMELY concentrated magic, they're fully sentient and can take control of a human body to use as a host. normally this isn't permanent and control must be traded back and forth, but stronger exoliths can make a permanent bond with their host and basically replace them—the person ceases to exist and the exolith is in control of the body full-time. when this bond is made, the 'person' is also referred to as an exolith.

backstory

most of his early life is unimportant, and he'll tell you so himself. he ended up on the streets at a young age, eventually taken in by a stranger named sev. alongside a large handful of other kids/teenagers, nightfall was raised in an almost clinical environment that turned out to be a testing ground for making new exoliths and testing their abilities to form permanent bonds. he was stripped of his name and given the designation 0011, as well as the eventual project name of 'nightfall', which he uses to this day.

once he was deemed fit for the next round of testing, sev and their team attempted to forcibly bond an exolith with nightfall's body. initially the test actually seemed to be successful, but it didn't take long for his body to start rejecting the process. instead of having his consciousness overwritten as intended, nightfall actually survived—somewhat. the partial bond resulted in serious damage to his mind and a slew of physical mutations from the unchecked magic in his system.

in this unstable state, nightfall eventually made an escape from the lab, leaving a trail of carnage behind him as he went. nearly-feral, there was no difference to him between humans and any other kind of meat—food was food.

even in this state of mind, he recognized there was no safe way to return to how he'd been before and sev would surely come to recollect him—so he simply walked off into the woods, now finding cover in abandoned shelters and hunting for food as he travels from place to place with no real destination in mind. he still regresses back to that state from time to time, going back to the same violent tendencies, but is more stable nowadays than he was before.

[yanderu-deredere]

captive.

★ your friends ignore your messages, like always. this time, it felt more embarrassing because you weren't the only ones they were ditching. still, at least, this time, you didn't feel alone

a/n: a little extra chapter to make up for my absence! hope you guys wanted to see the dinner scene LOL i ended up not writing it before just because i was too lazy but i ended up wanting to write it neway

part one (hook.) ★ part two (line.) ★ part three (sink.) ★ extras (here) ★ part four (drawn.) ★ part five (quartered.)

pairing: casimir fiala x reader x emmaline fiala word count: 1000 (WOOOAH)

warning: gender neutral reader, reader is attractedto males and females, reader's friends are really the worst, implied drugging someone's drink, final ship is poly

"I'm so sorry about my friends." You apologised, the most embarrassed expression on your face as you continued fidgeting in your seat "I swear, they'll come down soon."

Then, you glanced back down at your phone, noting that it was about to die. Unfortunately, your messages went unanswered. Dinner was getting cold. There were no signs of your friends.

"I-I'll go get them!" You stood, your chair making an ugly scraping sound as it was scooted away from the table "I'm sure they probably fell asleep!"

Emm, however, just placed her hand on your forearm, gentle and rather hospitable smile on her face "I'm telling you not to worry about it. We can eat without them."

"In fact, we can put our leftovers for them in the oven while it's off later so it won't go cold, hmmm?" Casimir suggested as he sat on your other side, amused smirk on his face

You had never heard of people doing that before but it made sense to since the oven was designed to retain temperatures.

"Okay." You quickly gave in.

As you were about to pull your chair in and sit back down, Casimir stood and pushed your chair in for you. You felt your cheeks grow a little hot at his kind and gentlemanly gesture.

Quietly, shyly, you thanked him.

"It's no problem." His smirk only grew before he turned, not sitting down but going somewhere else entirely "What about some wine to pair with the steak?"

You felt a little surprised that you were literally being wined and dined. Was that their intentions or were you being weird? But they were so touchy, their hands brushing against you and their eyes lingering on you...

Or was that just you trying to push your feelings onto them?

And what were your feelings anyway?

It all felt like a jumbled mess that you didn't want to really think about all too hard. So, you nodded and smiled nervously "I'll take a glass."

Casimir seemed happy to hear that because he grabbed three wine glasses and laid them all out on the kitchen counter. You watched him, feeling a little bad that he cooked food and was now pouring everyone drinks.

"I have been saving this Cabernet for a special occasion, you know." Casimir uncorked the bottle with surprising finesse "I have never been more sure of anything that this is the perfect time to open it."

Then, you felt Emm wrap her arm around your shoulders so you glanced at her, a question in your gaze.

She just smiled at you "That wine was bottled on the day I asked this priss out. How long's it been?"

You gaped at her for a few seconds, the disbelief taking a few seconds to sink in before your gaze snapped to Casimir who was already taking both opened bottle and the three poured glasses over.

"What? Six years?" Casimir placed the bottle down first before putting one glass in front of you and then his wife "Emm is the funniest, you know."

"When I got the damn bottle, I bought it with all the money I got. Wanted to impress th'bastard." She picked up the wine glass with a delicateness that both surprised and awed you "Turns out he couldn't even drink."

"Must have been seven years now since we have gotten together, then." Casimir swirled his glass and took a deep breath.

"How old were you guys?" You took the wine with both hands, nervous to ruin such beautiful glassware.

"I was twenty but I was turning twenty-one that year." Casimir seemed to get closer to you "Emm is two years older than me."

"Pervert." Emm muttered against the rim of the glass, smirk playing along her lips.

Casimir just winked at you, which made your ears heat up, before taking a slow sip of his own wine "You know, Emm was the one that was pursuing me."

"Really?" You peered at Emm, excited to hear the story of how two people who were such complete opposites got together.

Emm just smiled at you again, this time less gentle and more mysterious, before putting her wine glass down "Maybe anoth'r time."

You held back a sigh since you didn't want to seem rude. Instead, you took a sip from the wine, letting it coat your tongue.

You weren't a wine connoisseur so you didn't know exactly how it was supposed to taste. Still, you supposed, out of all the wines you've ever drunken, this one was relatively the best.

"I like it." You grinned at Casimir, taking another sip but bigger this time "It's not as bitter and it's kind of fruity-sweet?"

It took you a minute to really get the taste down but it was so nice that you took a third sip, really savouring it in your mouth.

Was it because it was older? Or was it something else entirely? You didn't really know how wines worked but they had mentioned saving this wine for a special occasion so it must've been a special wine.

Was it special because of when they got it? Or because it was such a good wine?

"I'm glad you like it." Casimir's voice pulled you out of your thoughts and you were especially glad to see that he returned your eagerness with a soft expression of your own.

For some reason, it made your entire body flush and hot. Or was that the alcohol? Couldn't be the alcohol. After all, you'd only taken a couple of sips a second ago.

Or was that a minute ago?

You put your glass down and turned to your food, suddenly feeling rather eager to eat. All you wanted to do was eat, spend more time with the couple on either side of you, chat with them, get to know them.

Your friends and your worries were certainly miles away.

All you could think about was Casimir, Emm and the good food in front of you.

[silversiren1101]

I do understand people are allowed be upset with DD2 but it gets really frustrating when people point to things that aren’t even true about the game. It’s one thing when a game is designed maliciously to use and abuse players like a gacha game, games that rely on fomo, or are pay to make a game playable. But DD2 is not. It was always made to have certain design choices. Which people can dislike but also existed in DD1 at launch. The micro transactions don’t ’improve’ the experience. The micro transactions are NOT about grinding. The intended experience of the game is it without micro transactions and the game is NOT interested in making you buy them.

I wasn't going to answer this because things are already starting to settle with the amount of articles coming out clarifying the situation (that all the things are easily obtained in game nor is the game designed to be harder to make the mtx more desirable - it's not that's just how DD is)

Ultimately how I feel is:

-It's a single player game. The only person being 'cheated' by buying those items is the person that bought it. If other people want to buy it, it did not effect you. It's not like buying better weapons or power-ups in a competitive game, where $$$ gives you an advantage over other players. It's just you in your box, and them in their box. It's also not gacha mechanics - you're getting exactly what you pay for. I got every single unique blade in XC2 without buying a single core crystal pack. I've been in those mines before.

-I don't necessarily object to ease-of-play microtransactions in single-player-games. It's for the lazy or the busy. It's not some penalty on 'the poor', because the game isn't designed to push you toward buying them. If some guy out there can only play a few hours of video games a week because they're a parent or work so much and wants to fork over a whopping two or three whole dollars to maximize their play time then whatever. That doesn't affect me.

-I think a lot of the loudest voices are people that didn't actually play DD1. The complaints I'm hearing with regards to "locking fast travel behind pay wall" tells me what I need to know about that, lol. Or, they don't actually like "obtuse fantasy roleplaying games with a purposeful lack of modern 'qol' features as a conscious design choice" as they say or think they do. Not to mention DD1 launched with dlc/mtx ON THE DISK. Now that was heinous! I do think it's funny the sequel is launching with near the exact same reception as the first though, lol.

Things that people SHOULD be focusing on as real actual issues with the game:

-The poor optimization. It's dogshit on PCs. Inexcusable. The main reason I haven't bought the game yet and why I probably won't for a few months.

-The design choice to not let you easily restart. This is a complicated issue, because it's clear at this point this was a purposeful design choice and I get why: DD is all about making you live with your decisions and failures. It's VERY anti save-scumming, and now it's 'evolved' to "play the game straight through." A lot of people don't like this, and I totally understand, but consider there is another matter with this though that i don't think people are considering is the pawn system. Such a core system of the game relies on the exchange of player-tied companions that grow in power based on how many people they're passed around to and their owners. It's an amazing system that's universally beloved... but as for what exactly happens when the owner of a pawn is deleted or a pawn that's with someone that deletes? 😬 Do they keep all their progress? Items? Does it go away? Capcom has already said they're working on adding an easy way to Restart, but I believe it was in the works already for the future. They probably wanted to limit the amount of restarts in these crucial early days so that a big library of pawns can healthily develop. Not an issue further into the game's lifecycle.

[chyirly]

So I have a Shellslinger au idea. I thought of it while watching ‘Just A Man’ - -ShadowOfFandoms-animatic, which really does not match this au. I'm probably going to make this text focused and will try to focus on Ronin and 18Mikey, I may include some images.

The pairings included can be seen as Romantic or Platonic.

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This au takes place when the majority of the Spidermans have got their own turtles. So take that as you will.

Before Mutant Mayhem.

However, due to circumstances, one that I will not talk about *cough* I have no idea what it is *cough* the turtles have to leave, moving and sealing themselves off from the spider-verse. This includes all turtles, the other half of the pairings, and their siblings/families.

All without explaining or saying goodbye.

Now the reason I want to focus on Ronin is because of Miguel and his reaction, due to the fact that when Ronin leaves, he takes Yi, Uni, Moja, and Odyn along with him. He's a main fighter that is only used in dire situations.

You can tell how Miguel will react to the turtles leaving, and his mental state will decline the longer he continues on without any answers to where or what they left. The same can be said for the other Spiders.

I want to focus on 18Mikey because he's literally the epicenter of everything, including this pairing. He will be one of the main players in getting the turtles out of their dimensions and sealing themselves off. He and his family provide power to the teams that do stuff outside their little space, seeing as they have mystics.

He's also one of the only ones to leave behind a message, that explains literally nothing except that something has come up.

03Mikey is a semi-major character that I will try to focus on. He is also a major player in getting the other turtles out of their dimensions, along with 87 and 12Mikey. With the trio being the ones to grab any turtle left behind.

MirageMikey is important, but won't be a focus, the reason being that I want him and his brothers to be the ones that the others try focusing their protection on. Their death means the others deaths.

There might be a connection with my au ‘TMBU’.

Also, I am aware that it's been a while since I posted anything on that au, I was lazy. But didn't worry I am working on the second part along with character designs for other characters.

Questions Are Welcomed!

Edit - Just realized that this is really similar to ‘Multiverse Of Michelangelo’ - Srae13...

Edit (2) - I now have a name for this, Shellslinger Merge au.

[draventhedemon]

IT'S FINALLY OUT!!!

THANK GOD!!!

Thank you for being patient! It's just I needed some of the Dream Drama to die down before I posted this.

Once again ⚠️ Warning ⚠️ there will be swearing

Also I only use the names of some of them because I actually don't know some of their names and I'm too lazy to look them up.

(Y/n pov)

"Tommy, I swear to god! Stop vlogging the dress." I say as I pinch my nose. "Tommy! Get ready, the wedding is in 2 hours and your not even in your suit." Eret says as I see him in his stunning maid of honor dress.

"Tommy, your not even one of the bridesmaids. Go over to Dream's side of the building" I shout as he continues to run around and just film me from multiple different angles. "Tommy, I swear to god my character will go evil again if you keep this up" I jokingly shout as Nick walks in and picks up Tommy. "Clay asked for him, sorry Y/n" he laughs as Tommy is just whining and shouts "why!?!" As the door shuts.

"Y/n, can I paint your nails" Niki says as they come out of one of the changing rooms "At this point, do what you want" I mumble as I struggle to sit down in this dress. But I pick the nail polish and they start making intricate designs.

"Sorry I'm late!" Puffy says as she burst into the room already ready with their makeup and outfit. "Damn! I'm getting jealous, I haft to wear white while all of you dress up in neon fricken colors" I jokingly say as I realize that she is holding a bottle of champagne. "Eret, look what I got! I stole it from the reception!" Puffy waves around the bottle as they place it on the table.

"I'm sorry what" Eret says as she moves closer to pick up the bottle. "Good job Puffy? but I thought you were supposed to be the responsible one?" Eret says with confusion as we all just sit there "Well, how many times is Y/n gonna get married. You gotta make the day special" they smile as we all laugh at the antics

(An hour before the wedding)

"I'm getting a bit scared" I mumble as everyone just stops where they were at and just look at me. "Why? You have no reason to be scared" Eret says as all of my friends huddle around me. "First of all, my parents haven't shown up yet" I say as I look up to try and get no makeup on my face smudged. "I'm sure they will show up soon" Puffy says while hugging you. "Let's hope so." I mumble

(Dream pov because I think it would be funny)

"Tommy! We have 40 minutes and you don't have your suit on!" I shout as He vlogs Nick and George playing Minecraft in their suits. "So they are allowed to play Minecraft but I can't vlog-" "were in our suits Tommy" They both mumble in unison, "that's what I said, JYNX, FUCK" They both drop the game then go into a game of who said it first.

"Tommy, just put on your suit, and if you do" I sigh as I regret what I'm about to say

"I'll tell the Dj to play the Speedrun song at the after-party" I'm gonna get murdered by Y/n... But it's works because the second he hears that he grabs his suit and goes into the bathroom. "Y/n is going to kill you" George laughs as Nick states that fact.

"I know that" as I chuckle and join them in Minecraft.

"you think we could do a Manhunt in the span of 32 minutes?" Nick says as we go into an empty world.

"We can try"

(the wedding, Y/n's pov)

"Eret, my parents still aren't here!" I say as calm as I can as I get up to leave. "Hey, if you're panicked this much. We can always have Phil walk you". "Maybe, but why haven't they arrived!?! They should support me in this moment, what if something bad happened?!? What if they got into a car crash, I need to check on them! What if their dead!?!-" I go to leave as Eret grabs me by my arm.

"They aren't dead, Y/n! Their running late, all people can get stuck in traffic. And you can't keep Dream waiting." Eret says as I look at him and put my head down. "Sorry" I mumble, "hey, what kind of Maid of honor would I be if I didn't stop the Bride from getting cold feet." She smiles as she walks me to the Isle.

(Eret pov)

"Hey Phil, Y/n's parent's haven't arrived. and they were supposed to walk them down the Isle, so I was wondering if you could-"

"sure, why not mate" he smiles and walks over to Y/n with Kristen. "You alright Y/n?" Kristen asks

(Y/n's pov)

"You alright Y/n?" Kristen asks as I nod and give them both a hug. "You ready?" Phil asks "as ready as I'll ever be" I smile as I grab both their arms.

And as I hear the music start playing I know

'oh fuck, this is it, welp, lets go!'

As soon as the door opens

(I made it a Church because idk what else to do)

I see Tommy Standing their with his camera as I begin walking down the Isle. From where I'm standing I can see Clay happy crying. Everyone is their and I've never been so happy.

As I walk down the Isle and get to Clay, I stand there for a second before Clay asks. "What happened to your parents?" "It's a long story, I'll tell you it at our Honeymoon" I say as I smile. "No, were gonna be doing something else at the Honeymoon" he sneaks in one last sex joke as I giggle and turn to the priest.

"Please be seated…" The priest says...

(idk who the priest should be, so I'm gonna call him Joe... Paster Joe)

"Friends, family, and loved ones, we come together today, in the sight of the divine and of you as witnesses to join Clay ****** and Y/n L/n in marriage. We gather around them now in this wonderful place, and we look on with love and hope as these two begin their new life together as one." Paster Joe says as we smile and look at our friends and then back at eachother. "Clay ******* and Y/n L/n, are you ready to proclaim that foundation of love for one another in the sight of the heavens and these witnesses?"

"Yes" Clay says simply, but we're not simple

"Hell fuckin yeah!" I say as I feel Badboyhalo's blood pressure rise.

"Clay, do you take Y/n to be your lawfully wedded wife? Will you honor and cherish them? love, trust, and commit to them, through joy and pain, sickness and health, and whatever life may throw at you both, until death do you part?"

"I do"

And Y/n, do you take Clay to be your lawfully wedded husband? Will you honor and cherish him? love, trust, and commit to him, through joy and pain, sickness and health, and whatever life may throw at you both, until death do you part?"

"I do"

"At this time, Y/n and Clay will exchange rings. The wedding ring is symbol of binding. A symbol of attachment and of belonging, not of possession, but of partnership."

As he says that I see Clay kneel down and pick up the rings from on top of patches box.

"oh my god you weren't kidding" I laugh as I take his ring and put it on his finger and he puts my ring on mine. "Now I do believe that you two have prepared your own vows" The Priest says as We nod. And we both go to say our vows together at the same time but we stop.

"you can go first if you'd like" "no, you should go first" " nah, because ladies first"

"you know what" I smile as the crowd of family laughs.

"I would say a Game of Minecraft would settle this but there isn't a computer so... Rock paper scissors" I laugh as We play a round and he picks rock and I pick scissors.

"alright Y/n, we met 3 years ago but It's felt like centuries. Our first interaction was a stupid war in Minecraft. When Wilbur brought you into the smp to play out a stupid drug van storyline. You seemed mature, but apparently don't judge a book by it's cover, because of you kicking my ass in a 1v1" he laughs and looks around at the crowd of family and friends than back to me.

"I will love and cherish you until the day I die, you came from the UK and now live under my roof. And as long as you stay their you will have anything you need on a silver platter" he smiles and I feel tears go down my cheek.

A/N (I'm not romantic, can you tell?)

After than I say my vows with tear filled eyes. (I'll allow you to imagine you're own vows, because I'm not romantic at all)

We go to the reception and see all of our friends. I make a detour to see my maid of honor. "Eret! Did I do well?" I smile as he responds "you cried a lot, but you're vows were beautiful" she smiles as we start up a conversation.

It's going well up until Tommy runs up and says "can you promise me not to kill Dream?" I look at him confused until I hear the music thats playing. "You know that promise he made about an Irl manhunt" I look at the camera. "Yeah?" Tommy mumbles, I smile and say "how about an Irl manhunt, wedding addition. Just to scare him" I chuckle and playfully run through the crowd. And thank god for flats because I would have tripped if I wore anything else.

I see him talking to Nick and George, I run over and tackle him. "We had one rule clay!" I smile and hug him. "It was the only way to get Tommy into his suit?!" He puts on a funny smirk and kisses me on the lips

"I love you" he Mumbles

"I love you too" I hug him once more...

[nellie-elizabeth]

Grey's Anatomy: The Marathon Continues (20x06)

Alright, let's dive in!

Cons:

A recurring and somewhat befuddling theme of more recent seasons of Grey's Anatomy is the attempt to address the completely horrifying way the medical education system operates. The fact that interns work eighty hour weeks and don't have time to eat or sleep has been part of the show from the beginning. But I struggle to understand what the show's... thesis is, here, if that makes sense. Is it a "back in my day we didn't complain about a little hard work" thing? Because I don't think so, that would be pretty out of character for this show. But then you've got Bailey giving everyone wellness bags that are full of band-aid solutions, and then later she sends Simone and Kwan home for griping about their low pay and long hours? But then I guess it's about how Bailey also needs a break or whatever. She says a thing about how the system is designed poorly and there's not a lot that can be done in the individual level. So is that the point? I don't know. It's just a little muddy.

Richard having a moment of fuzziness where he hesitates to step in... I really do feel like I'm on a merry-go-round with Richard as a character at this point. This one was kind of a fake-out, where it looked like Richard was going to choke up at the finish line but then he stepped in and was fine and saved a life. Are we going to keep dragging this out where he's unsure if he should still be actively practicing, so he takes an admin role? Have I not seen him go through that process more than once already? This man was talking about retirement towards the beginning of this show's runtime!

Catherine continues to suck, I hated that this episode featured her giving a family special treatment for being big hospital donors, with no seeming awareness of how this is a structural, systemic issue and an active interference in the patient's medical care? Like, I know it ultimately worked out and the young woman got the surgery that's going to help her moving forward with her amputation, but I was really frustrated with Catherine through all of this. As I frequently am.

The little subplot thing about Schmitt not being passionate enough for pediatrics felt a little... phoned in, I guess. I knew the second he said casually "oh, Webber suggested it and the position is in high demand" that this new doctor lady was going to tell him he didn't want it enough or something. The idea that he needs to put on some song and dance about how it's his one true calling in life just seems so unnecessary and lazy. He wants to go into a specialty, just let him do it. Yeesh.

Pros:

I really like Simone and Kwan, honestly? I hate to say this, but the Simone/Kwan energy might actually be more interesting than Kwan/Jules and Simone/Lucas, just from this one brief episode. They had a really natural rhythm to their scenes and seemed to bolster each other emotionally and have a similar way of looking at the world. The fact that Blue was able to open up to Simone a little, reassure her that he's going through a rough moment but that he's handling it, that was so big coming from him! And Simone has been going through a rough period, and seemed to have an actually relaxing, productive day with Kwan. I want more of that for both of them. And I don't really feel bad for Lucas coming home to see Kwan taking over his room in the intern house. Serves you right, my dude.

I liked the little bit of parenting drama between Link and Amelia, over Scout having his own tablet. Too much screentime isn't good for any of us, especially young children! I like that it wasn't some big drama, that it's more a little thing of all these blended families with various custody arrangements having to negotiate the boundaries and the rules. And it also seems we're making room for the potential developing bond between Amelia and new pediatric doctor Monica, as they touch base briefly about Amelia having a kid, then sit together on a bench to play games on Monica's phone. I can dig the vibe here, waiting to see where it goes!

Yasuda continues to be a highlight. This week, she's working with a patient who's been sent from prison for treatment. She has a really hard time with the idea of sending him back and not giving him the highest level of care possible. This is a plot thread that really underlines systemic issues and also speaks to Yasuda's compassion as a young doctor trying to figure out the level of investment she's able to pour into each of her patients. I love that we never learn much about the prisoner's past, because that's not really the point. Why he's in prison is unimportant to the truth, which is that he's a human being deserving of compassion. Yasuda manages to track down a dessert he's been thinking about for years while locked up, and as he goes back to the prison with meds to help with the pain but no further treatment for his cancer, at least she's able to give him a final comfort.

We didn't get a ton of Helm this week but I like seeing some attention put on the Yasuda/Helm situation. I hope we can get a proper arc focused on them. It still feels like this show doesn't know quite what to do with Helm, and I'd love to give her more of a spotlight soon!

Ultimately, upon reflecting on all of the plot threads this week, a lot were mediocre or irritating to me. I thought Simone and Kwan were the real highlight, and I'm still interested in where a lot of these elements will go from here. With the truncated season length, we're already staring down the barrel of the end of this season of Grey's Anatomy. It's all happening too fast!

6.5/10