#deep sea arcade

[dimalink]

Divers explore drown station

Pixel art for today based on videogame BS Fireman for game console Super Nintendo. 16 bit system makes impression not only with graphics, but with games too. So here it is a game about a firefighters, as I can see. And compare with shooter style of games, it is, rather, unusual. And according to picture, should be interesting.

And this is my drawing about the same theme. I watched all these firefighters, and I see they are in a diving suit something, it looks like this. And this is my theme about underwater, mans in a diving suits. So, in my imagination, my fantasy it is a game about explore underwater station. A big labyrinth. All around is dark. All is grown up. A bushes of underwater plants. And man in a diving suit goes and check what it is here. From one hand a deep dive – it is full ambient. As space. Silence. And darkness. It is extreme unusual environment. From other hand – it is so silence and hard to see anything, and it is, already, as something like horror. It is mystics without mystics.

So here two ideas. First idea - it is game explore. Good and kind game. Not fast. Ambient. A little darker than usual, because of it is underwater world. But, mainly, bright, in some terms. And you are with your friends, you are walking the station, that is drown. Maybe, it is at the other planet. Your friend – it is  diver fox. And one more some little animal. Maybe, a mole. And, so you are exploring this station. Try to find something interesting. Do some science.

Second idea. More typical. It is shooter. More action, in this case, maybe a little thriller. About underwater world. You are diver. And so here there are enemies - other divers. You can shoot. And jump. But everything like underwater. Unusual moves. This can make game more interesting. Maybe, like this. Underwater horror. Not Aliens, but something more simple. Hard to walk underwater. Jump is not like you jump on soil. With such specific.

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[lovebugism]

“don’t you dare touch him” eddie x shy!reader

idk i need a situation where reader never really speaks up but she finally does when it comes to eddie because she loves him sm😭

thanks so much for your request! hope you like it!! — the one where eddie melts when his quiet gf sticks up for him in front of jason (shy!reader, fluff, 2.4k)

bug's summer fic fest ♡

The drive from Forest Hills to the arcade is spent with Lucas and Dustin bickering in the backseat and Eddie’s hand on your thigh.

“It’s been two years, and you still can’t beat my high score, Dusty Bun,” the former boy taunts. The nickname spills like venom from his smiling face. “Just give it up, okay? It’s not happening.”

Dustin grins back at him. It’s more so mischievous than it is taunting. His deep blue eyes narrow in a challenging squint. “You are so gonna be eating your words by the end of the night. When we leave, Princess Daphne is gonna be mine, alright? For good.”

Their arguing becomes background noise. With your cheek lolled against the hand you’ve got propped against the window, you’re pulled into the wispy lilac cloud your gaze is so heavily fixated upon. The sky billows lavender against a sea of pink and golden orange — a summer sunset so vivid you can taste it.

The only thing keeping you grounded is Eddie’s palm on your knee, wide and warm and all-consuming. His thumb rubs against your skin so softly you think it must be absentminded. It feels like static shock, anyway. He laughs quietly to himself, and his fingers tremble gently against you. This time they squeeze you with a newfound intention as he brings you back to him.

“What do you think, babe?” Eddie asks, pink mouth spread in a pearly white grin. His chocolate eyes glimmer with the golden hour sun as his gaze flits between yours and the road. “Think Dusty Bun has a chance here?”

You nod, scrunched nose and squinted eyes, silent in your support for the curly-headed boy who’s still yelling over Lucas in the back of the van.

“What about me?” he presses. And because he knows better than to give his quiet girl anything other than a yes or no answer, he follows quickly, “You think today’s the day I finally beat your Space Invaders high score?”

A beat passes. The momentary silence is filled with arguing boys, old tires on older asphalt, and Ozzy Osbourne’s “Crazy Train” spilling softly from the radio. A quiet smile tugs at the corners of your mouth. You purse the mischievous expression to the side as you turn away from him again.

Your non-answer makes him laugh. It sounds exactly like the colors of the sunset.

His beat-up van jerks when he puts it into park. The door on the side squeaks as the kids file out of it. Eddie’s does too, but you can’t hear it over him telling you to “sit tight.” 

You wait patiently in the passenger seat like you always do, smiling to yourself as the boy rushes around the hood to open the door for you. The hinges screech in protest. His wild curls billow in the wind as he smiles. “C’mon, sunshine. Our palace awaits.”

The group of you stand beneath the spinning neon sign he parked next to — glowing orange and white beneath a setting sun. Someone calls from across the parking lot, “Well, well, well. Look who it is.”

Your heads snap in the direction of the painfully familiar voice. 

Jason and the rest of his abnormally tall goons stand outside the new gym that just opened on the strip. The dark, vacant building wedged between The Palace and Family Video was no longer as scary as it used to be now that it was occupied. You were just hoping it’d be something more exciting. Forcing arcade nerds and gym bros into one spot feels like a crime.

“And they brought little miss wallflower, too,” Jason lilts with his pretty smile and straight teeth. His blonde hair is a darker shade of brown, damp with half-dried sweat. His lean form is unnaturally built underneath his white tank top and basketball shorts. 

It isn’t any wonder why he turned out to be such a raging douchebag. 

Someone so perfect needed at least one flaw.

“The gang’s all here, huh?” one of his other friends — Andy, you think — concurs from behind him, always in the boy’s shadow.

“Like what you see, fellas?” Eddie calls out from across the slab of pavement separating the group of you. He’ll never turn down an opportunity to take the piss out of the so-called jocks, all muscle and no brain. 

“What do we do when those assholes give us hell?” he’d often ask when you’ve had a particularly shitty day with them. “We give ‘em hell right back.”

Jason’s thin lips curl into a more mischievous smirk. His blue eyes are lighter in the golden sunlight, and they twinkle beneath the neon signs as he looks you up and down. “Yeah, actually,” he hums with his unabashed ogling. “I do.”

Mike’s lanky legs sidestep to stand ahead of you. He does it so swiftly, so instinctually, you don’t think he even really meant to do it. Despite the raven-haired boy halfway covering you, you cross your arms over your torso in a further attempt to keep yourself hidden. 

You feel so suddenly exposed in your frilly floral sundress — especially considering the only thing you wear to school is baggy jeans and baggier sweaters. You feel like you might as well be naked standing in front of them just now.

The younger boys stand on high alert as Eddie walks the short distance to Jason. The brief journey is made quicker when the blonde boy strides to meet him halfway. It’s a high school sort of standoff — neither particularly wanting to get physical because the real-life repercussions aren’t worth it. They just want to see who can piss each other off the most.

“She is pretty, isn’t she?” Eddie concedes with a grin, flashing you a brief glance over his shoulder. He turns away quickly at the sight of your wide, pleading eyes. He scrunches his nose in feigned sympathy. “I bet you’re real jealous, huh? Especially now that you’ve got nothing but your right hand keeping you company ever since Chrissy dumped your ass.”

“Watch it,” Jason warns through gritted teeth.

“I think I saw her riding around last week with Harrington, actually.”

The blonde boy’s sneakers scuff against the concrete as he takes a daring step closer. His piercing stare never wavers. “Don’t talk about Chrissy.”

“Don’t talk about my girl, and I won’t talk about yours,” Eddie retorts in lilt. And then, because he can’t help but twist the knife, he tilts his head to his shoulder and continues. “Well, I guess she’s not really yours anymore, is she?”

“I said don’t talk about Chrissy!” Jason repeats, louder than before, when he lets his anger get the best of him. One hand shoots up to shove at Eddie’s chest, using only enough force to make the boy stumble slightly back. 

While Dustin, Lucas, and Mike gear up for a fight, Eddie only laughs in response — big, boisterous, and boyish.

You don’t even realize you’re stepping in front of the group until you’re already doing it. The words seem to fly from your mouth without you even thinking about them. “Don’t touch him!” you shout. 

And even though it wasn’t particularly loud, it quiets in the mindless bickering all at once. Everyone turns to gape at you — Jason, Andy, Dustin, Eddie. Everyone is equally surprised by your outburst. Because you don’t speak. Ever. At least, not if you can help it. 

And it’s not because you don’t have anything to say, because you do. It’s just that your brain works too much, and your mouth can’t keep up with it sometimes. It’s easier just to be silent.

That’s what you’ve been known for ever since you were little. You went through all of it — the bullying, the sad eyes, the talks with teachers, the ‘is everything alright at home’s. Everything was fine, for the most part. Your childhood was equally as middling as everyone else’s. You just had a harder time being human than most people.

Jason smiles again, amused by your warning. “What was that, sweetheart?”

You swallow through a tightening throat. Your sweaty hands clench into balls at your sides. The words come out quieter than before, but no less meaningful. “I said… Don’t touch him.”

“Oh, so she does speak. Here I thought no one ever taught you how to,” the blonde boy laughs. You feel disgusting when his attention settles solely upon you. The lingering sick feeling is eclipsed by your gratitude that Eddie’s no longer in his line of fire. “I’m gonna be honest… I thought you were cuter when you were quiet.”

You don’t know what he means by that. You can’t tell if he’s being genuine, or if he thinks you care enough about what he thinks to slink back into your shell.

“Leave Eddie alone,” you retort drily.

He snorts. “Yeah? Or what?”

There’s a thousand words you want to say. You open your mouth to spit all of them at the boy across from you, but nothing comes out.

“Yeah,” Jason laughs at your silence. “That’s what I thought.”

You stand your ground when he walks towards you. His strides are slow and menacing, like he’s expecting you to back away. You might’ve if you were anywhere else — if Eddie wasn’t a couple feet away and the rest of your friends weren’t crowding behind you. You’re made somehow braver by their presence.

“This is a really cute dress, though, sweetheart,” the blonde boy compliments with a thin smirk. “You should dress like this more often. You know what? You’d really fit in at the strip club downtown— what’s it called?”

“Pink Paradise,” Andy answers without missing a beat.

Jason smacks his lips against his teeth. “That’s the one.”

“Is that the one your mom works at?” you wonder with your arms crossed over your chest. Your head tilts to your shoulder as you squint at him. “Is she still giving those two-for-one discounts?” 

Jason’s confidence stutters at your biting reply — even more so by the choked-back laughter accompanying it. Your boys don’t bother to hide their humored giggles, though the basketball team covers theirs by coughing into their fists.

“Ooh. I didn’t know you had such a much on you,” the blonde lilts as his blue eyes narrow. “I’m like… fifty percent more attracted to you now.”

“Leave Eddie alone,” you deadpan once more. “And go be a douchebag somewhere else.”

One of his friends breaks free from the pack. He’s tall, thin, and toned. He’s got the same haircut as Lucas: compact curls, squared off on the sides. You know him — Patrick McKinney. He’s the only one of Jason’s friends that was actually nice to you. Or, at the very least, he wasn’t a total asshole.

“Let’s go, man,” the boy ushers, nudging at Jason’s bicep. “Let’s go shoot some hoops or something. This isn’t worth it.”

You scoff out a laugh. “Oh, please— the only shooting Jason Carver does is into a kleenex. It’s why you were benched all last season.”

“I twisted my ankle!” the blonde boy defends, sounding weak and pathetic beneath the chorus of laughter as Patrick drags him away.

“Whatever helps you sleep at night,” you mutter, perhaps too quiet for him to hear, as Lucas pulls at your forearm to guide you in the other direction. His touch is still gentle — it would be uncharacteristic of him to be rough with you. It would also be a terrible idea with Eddie just a few paces behind the both of you.

The walk to The Palace is a silent one. There’s too much to say, and everyone’s just a little too amazed to say it. Eddie, however, never had a hard time killing a quiet. He rushes on long legs to match your quick strides, reaching you rather easily. 

“Hey, hey, hey— you okay, babe?” the worried boy wonders. He takes a gentle hold of your wrists when you reach the awning beneath the arcade. His chocolate gaze flits attentively over your form, nowhere near as leering as Jason had been. 

He can tell by your heaving chest and glassy eyes that you’re a little overwhelmed. When he takes your face in his hands, he finds that your cheeks are burning, too.

You nod into his warm palms in silent reply, back in the comfort of your shell all over again.

“What’d you do that for, huh?” Eddie singsongs with a quiet laugh. His thumb dances over your cheekbones as he grins at you. “You know I don’t like you getting involved with those assholes.”

“They don’t get to talk to you like that… Or put their hands on you,” you mutter. Despite your soft tone, Eddie can see the fury flashing in your eyes, getting angry about it all over again.

His smile widens — proud and hopelessly in love with you. “No. They don’t. Especially not with my girl around, huh?”

“Nope,” you murmur, popping the p. A sheepish grin pulls at your mouth, equally as proud and in love.

Eddie leans down to kiss you, guiding your mouth to his with the hands cupping your jaw. It’s innocuously chaste, being that you’re still standing in a public parking lot. You could never quite stomach the attention of PDA, anyway. His pink lips lock with yours in a fleeting peck, and his arms wrap around you a second later.

He smothers you into his chest, and you revel in every second of it. He smells like cigarette smoke and the cologne he tried to cover it up with. He smells like a home you could live in forever. 

You smile into the thrifted Blondie tee you got him — which he happily accepted because he loves you (even though he hates Blondie). He presses a kiss into your hair and smushes his nose into the crown of it as he laughs.

“‘Is that the one your mom works at?’” Eddie repeats with a soft chuckle, chest swelling with pride once more. “God, babe. That’s good.”

“Shut up…” you murmur.

“I’m serious! I didn’t know you were such a good smack-talker! I think you might be a genius, actually.”

“Don’t,” you grouse with a lighthearted scowl. You pull away from him only slightly — enough for him to put your face back in his hands again. You feel safest there, even if you are pouting up at him.

“You’re so cute,” the boy muses with a beam. His eyes glimmer like a sea of chocolate syrup, melting with all the love he has for you. “You’re like a cinnamon roll. A cinnamon roll that could bite people.”

“That’s exactly what I am,” you monotone and try your best not to smile.

Eddie couldn’t hide his grin if he tried. “And that’s exactly why I love you.”

[gentaro-kinniecom]

Love and deepspace hcs!☆

Characters: Rafayel, Xavier and Zayne

C/w: none! Fluffy head canons for the main love interests in game!

A/n: hi guys! It’s been quite a long time :) i hope everyone has been doing well! Recently I’ve been obsessed with this game, the graphics and art is so good..hope you all enjoy!

Rafayel;

Apart from being sassy, deep down Rafayel loves your company. You’re the only one who stands him, despite his “bratty humor”, and more so how he wants to be your center of attention 100% of the time

Rafayel adores aquarium dates, or ones that involve his art, like an art exhibit that he meticulously prepared with his entire being. He thinks you’re cute whenever you point at one of his paintings; the same one that he dedicated for you

The only thing he expects from you the most is your time and dedication like said before, although, he loves it when you buy him things like fruits or ocean-themed plushies (even if he doesn’t admit to having 5 plushies on his bed)

Rafayel will definitely tease you by saying he didn’t get you anything when he’s not even trying to hide the jewelry box behind his back. Which in fact, is filled with family heirlooms and things like jellyfish inspired earrings or a whale bracelet..he intends in marrying you one day so it means a lot to him how you accept it!

Has the most exclusive nicknames for you, like his flower, the shine of his eyes, his ocean pearl..they’re mostly related sea terms but nothing out of the ordinary.

Xavier;

Always has a spare set of pijamas whenever you come over to stay during the night. Sometimes, he’ll match with you while in others, Xavier wears little clothing if it’s a hot summer night

His favorite type of dates is going to the observatory during a cold night, especially if he gets to share a blanket under the stars with you

Xavier is more of a simple guy, he doesn’t like over the top expensive gifts and would prefer things like flowers, a new bedsheet set, plushies…

However, when it comes to gift you things, Xavier would do anything (even if it was impossible to do so) like bringing down a star from the night sky for you. He opts in giving you a star/sun necklace that matched with his moon one

Xavier isn’t used to calling you his, although it’s cute whenever he gets shy, holding your hand while walking under the stars whenever he gets the chance to do so. But his favorite nickname is “his star”

Zayne;

Even with his busy schedule, Zayne makes time for you, or invites you to spend lunch with him. After all, he was pleased to see you smile while interacting with the restaurant’s cat.

He loves outdoor dates since he’s cooped up in an office most of his time, although Zayne wouldn’t mind inviting you to a restaurant or going to an arcade during the afternoon

Zayne loves to give you jewelry, simple things like charms for your bracelet or rings that end up matching with his and he will never ask for anything back. He actually dislikes seeing you spend money for him, after all, he wouldn’t hesitate to spoil his beloved

Even if he hates it when you spend money on him, Zayne is fond of flowers and keeps some in his home. You also buy him a phone case with a small cat design because his phone is in need of one.

Loves calling you his beloved, even more behind closed doors. Nicknames like my love, dearest, darling are his favorites for you

[operationslipperypuppet]

In honor of Hot Murph Week, a holiday I made up and doesn’t exist, here’s my list of top-tier Hot Murph Momes.* There is no ranking here and I’m going off memory, so this may be adjusted or edited and you can add your own.

Anytime Glen spoke, during the Hot Glen era (RIP** Hot Glen), but especially when taunting Callie while in his cell.

When Jaina got legendary actions to give allies attacks, when she was sweating but effortless during the Ultrus fight, “Hardwon! Catch!”

“Are you a prisoner or a jailer?” (Jaina is so hot and I am not sorry for thinking this)

Riz threatening Biz in the aftermath of Arcade Ambush.

Riz deciding to Misty Step to the top of Kalvaxus and sink the Sword of Shadows into his head.

Theo casting knock to remove himself from the cell during Calroy’s coup.

Theo using Swirlwarden to survive Deep Bleu Sea.

Alanis counterspelling Akarot’s PWK to save Bev at Moonshine’s request.

The Would Be King spitting “Another failed experiment” at Corbeau during the side flap assassination. That whole thing has an energy because it’s completely improvised mechanics. And the misdirect of them thinking he was dead as he was dragged back into the tent…? Okay.

The whole of Battle of the Brands, but especially the athletics check where he took his time and then went “that’s only a 28” after taking off his sunglasses.

Barry scooping Gunnie and then jumping over the side and taking all the falling damage after escaping the casino. Also? If I’m being honest? The whole casino scene.

The moment in the Sophomore Year finale where Riz shoots someone and tries to fling them off the stairs and then Misty Steps back onto the stairs, emulating Moonshine Cybin. I don’t remember if it works or who it is, but hot.

Mac’s insane first hasted turn in Carl.

I don’t remember stuff from either TUC or NA well enough at the moment so those are unfortunately omitted.

*in a recent (from 2023) short rest (or episode, I don’t remember) Caldwell Tanner shortened the word “moments” to “momes”. Because of who I am as a person, I have also chosen to do this.

**the p is for piss. Glen fully sucks and no one who misinterprets what it means to be a crick has my respect. He was hot, though.

[thisisnotthenerd]

and now the best battles of the intrepid heroes go head to head

feel free to give reasoning/propaganda as you like!

the sidequest poll

quick episode descriptions:

arcade ambush: fighting biz in the arcade. the failed perception checks. getting sucked in and out of the games. riz in the palimpsest. beating a nat 20 in the box of doom. shooting off biz's fingers on the count of three.

broadway brawl: the show must go on. misty having the performance of a lifetime. queen titania. i may be little but i am fierce. esther in the rafters. don confetti. ricky, naked, bodyrolling on misty. stephen sondheim riding a bear. subduing titania with a waist trainer.

blast from the passed: after the trial for gorthalax. completely indecipherable battle. bill seacaster kills gilear. johnny spells can't get a word in edgewise. statistically i have just a good a chance at rolling good as any of you. toxic masculinity is dead, i dance now! riz is blasted off the ship into the iron city of dis.

boys' night (Roll20Con): just the lads, going to a party, where they are supremely uncool. extorting gilear for alcohol [uncle pappy's dag nasty rocket hooch] emergency poem for ragh and corey. stealth mode down the highway. chungledown bim is back. fabian falling under the car with the liquor. warping space time and going to the lan party.

deep bleu sea: peppermint batman is invisible in the darkness. primsy is attacked. jet sends stilton to the bottom of the ocean. shenanigan time. the boats sinking and shifting. cumulous appears. throwing the cheese marauders to induce a dexterity check. can i use swirlwarden to get back into the boat. annabelle in the yogurt

treachery at gramercy: fighting around the umbral engine. ricky's bat counterspell. pete surges twice. cody is a mounted combatant who read dante's inferno. tony simos is a crazy level 20 open hand monk. pete has subtle spell. ricky says tony get fucked and does 90 damage. kingston's spirits of the city. sofia stunning everyone. cody meets lucifer and makes a new contract. sofia pulls dale out of the past and into the present.

battle of the brands: the gang buys truly so much stuff. you are required to do a certain amount of drugs. barry is the angel of mercy. the sisters of the cosmic veil having a bikini party. taking kublacaine. we are the ball. barry taking brutus to the finals on a nat 20. nat 20 death save from aurora nebbins. margaret speaks to the plinth and then is down to 1 hit point. skip crits on the plinth. free teleportation shenanigans are not allowed. gunnie casts explosion. barry rapid shots the plinth and does product placement. operation slippery puppet. am i getting ocean's'd 11'd on my own fucking show? what the fuck is happening? a real son of a bitch is no more. sundry sidney has saved the dog!

terror on toy island: a soft little touch. mer-king's insect plague. no daddy. pib getting the little guys. i'm so fucking scared! the water surges around the mer-king. the terrible dogfish is here. daddy-meter is spinning. pinocchio crits to figure it out. pinocchio screaming to wake the dead. it has asthma! and another thing, with the eyes! you were about to instantly die. gerard is wearing full chain mail in the ocean.. rosamund & ylfa are swallowed. the sea witch shows up. murph causes a nat 20. call of destiny. rosamund gets the eye with a seven. i'm a lion in the water. pib's acrobatic crit. one v. one.

[kannra21]

Contrary to popular belief, Gojo Satoru was never in a relationship. And he was fairly awkward to say the least. Sure, girls had a crush on him and he was chased all around the block, but he never truly attempted to make a move so it never worked out. Because of his job and because of who he was- the honored one, brought a veil of loneliness in his life and misfortune to people who associated with him. He never really knew how to deal with girls- joking and teasing was his way to go, but that only brought him rejection and girls would often shift their feelings to Suguru. His youth flew before his very eyes and he's 30 now. All of his friends died mostly and he's still taking care of the kids. At least he has a goal to maintain and raise a powerful generation of young sorcerers. It still doesn't take away from the fact that he's a lonely 30yo man. He could deny it as much as he wanted to, but it pained him.

Because of the staff shortage, Tokyo high was in dire need of new recruits, and that's where you came into the picture. A foreigner yet so oddly familiar, the girl next door, acquainted with the sorcery and sacrifice that came with it. Your serious expression and tired eyes told him everything, there was no need for words. He understood quite well, he could relate to you and find solace in the fact that someone shares his burdens now that he's not so completely alone anymore. You're so young, so pretty and yet so damaged by the world that it makes him feel overprotective of you. He wants to give you peace the way nobody ever did for him. But that's ok, he's the strongest after all. You're smiling under your breath, you're a sorcerer as much as he is. He's supposed to do his job and not care too much about what's going to happen to you on missions. The truth is- he didn't want to lose another person again.

So he took you out everywhere, one day it was Tokyo's famous coffee shop, the other was a prestigious high end restaurant. You realize he's rich, still, you didn't want to take advantage of him. He insists, he wants to spend time with you. He wants to know you better, ever went as far as escort you to dorms to take a look at your room. You tell him you're not the glitz and glam type of girl and that you're ok with the normie stuff. And he liked you more for it. So you had room hangouts, small coffee dates and arcade games. Sometimes it makes him cry when he remembers that he used to do all those things with Suguru and Shoko before. You felt nostalgic too, your childhood was basically ripped from your hands and there was nothing you could do about it except reminisce. But you were adults now and lingering on the past was useless. Only thing you could do was move forward.

Satoru doesn't like to talk about himself much, you noticed. But that's ok. It's probably a dark story, not much different from yours. You already knew of the Gojo clan and their connection to Michizane Sugawara. All his family members are dead, you didn't know why but that's probably what happens when you're a well known name in this dark sorcery world. Everyone goes for your head, especially the higher ups. Which is ironic considering they're supposed to be associates. Maybe he is the strongest but this was a thankless job. And sometimes it seemed like everything was put up against him. Not you though.

At first you were plainly colleagues, nothing special. Then friends. Then the lingering touches started to feel more frequent than usual. Then he kissed you for the first time- it was when he opened up and how he's wishing for more positive things, something that could potentially lighten up his world. He doesn't want to be alone and he doesn't want to feel like life just flashed before him. He wants to make an impact, even if it meant making you happy, because you were enough to him. And you felt the same way. This love didn't feel like fire, a burning spark of the moment- hurried and tasteless. It felt like a deep sea of calmness and assurance- you could be yourselves with each other, you didn't have to pretend anything. Because being each other's safe space was enough.

Funny, Tokyo high needed new recruits again since you were on maternity leave and no matter how long they awaited your return, you never quite seemed to come back to work. Satoru is laughing because they're blaming him for everything and he can't deny it because it's the truth. He has a beautiful wife and beautiful babies to come home to and the best part- you don't have to be exposed to the dangerous sorcery world anymore. The kids were lively and annoying but god did they remind you of him. They preferred you more though. You're laughing and Gojo is pouting because it's not his fault that he's away from home all the time. He's missing you so much. But, of course, they're sleeping with him when you're away doing your face routine before bed. You return to your room and see them huddled in Gojo's arms. It's adorable and you get emotional again.

Please don't die Satoru. His missions were getting dangerous by the week and seeing his smiley face on the doors hugging your kids was everything you could hope for. You begged him to change jobs but he doesn't want to listen. He claims that he's responsible for the imbalance of the world and therefore he should be the one keeping everyone safe. He's stricken with guilt. Or maybe it's his hero complex that makes him so rebellious to authority and, in this case, his wife. But he'd rather die a honorable death than be taken out by something embarrassing such as old age or sickness. You're begging him to think of the kids and he does, he's thinking about them every single day. Their safety is his top priority, so is yours. And you're scared, you really are. You love him so much. You wish things could be easier, but it's ok. As long as you have each other's backs it didn't matter. You can overcome any obstacles together. He's not alone, he has a family now.

[mvltisstuff]

Evan Buckley x female reader - tsunami episode - they have been dating for 4 years and Buck has recently proposed, reader and Buck spend a day on the pier with Christopher but they soon get caught up in the tsunami. Reader gets injured badly (hit her head/unconscious/broken bones etc) and Buck struggles to find her and panics. Some hospital scenes with Buck and reader and 118.

angst, injuries(if ur comfortable too write about it), heartbreak, fluff 🫶🫶

waves - e.b

summary: request

evan buckley x reader

a/n: you guys always have such good ideas istg… so funny story i was gonna finish this last night but i was drunk so i couldn’t 😁

every time her eyes were forced open, y/n was faced with a new horror in front of her. the murky grey water full of debris scratching against her skin. the stinging salt water in her eyes and lips. the salt from the sea diving into her scrapes. the feeling that she was drowning and there was nothing she could do to stop it. the ocean has always been scary, but it’s never scarier than when you’re in the center of its wrath. she came up for air, only to take one deep breath before being forced under the surface again. she’s a good swimmer. she knows she can swim, but no one prepares you for a wave from hell in swimming lessons.

y/n and buck had taken christopher out for the day, trying to get buck more involved after his accident. they went to the pier, the arcades, anything that christopher suggested they did.

they were supposed to go to the movies. to see a film, but the only thing they saw now was pure calamity in front of them.

she didn’t think buck could take much more pain and uncertainty in this world. he’s the toughest man, but even the toughest soldiers can fall. y/n’s concern for him had peaked. his life felt empty when he didn’t have y/n or the 118. he loved working more than anything, saving people ended up saving him.

he knew y/n before she even started working at the 118. they had been in the same training program, and y/n was eventually transferred to los angeles. buck was so fond of y/n. he loved her more than anyone, which frightened him but also made him filled with electricity. she was alluring, talented, and the sweetest person he’s ever known. she showed him love when he needed it.

so, the ring was in his apartment, shining in one of the hidden compartments in his closet. he was certainly prepared to whip it out and spend the rest of his days next to y/n, but then, a kid with some bombs took over. the engine was on top of buck before he could take a breath, and all his plans to propose were thrown away. it was now or never, he thought, laying on the stretcher. he’d switched from gut-wrenching wails to a solid “marry me.”

now, y/n looked for buck wherever, but the shore had become one with the whole city. the pier was gone, and she didn’t know if buck and chris were too.

she was being shoved across the water, her body being smacked with incoming debris. her head made contact with a slab of concrete that the wave had taken up. after, she’d made contact with another piece that sliced through the side of her abdomen, leaving a clean gash that was releasing a spill of blood. before she knew it, the the water was cold, but she started to feel warmer by the minute. the water around her started turning red, and her face became paler as she accepted her fate. she wanted buck to be there to save her. she wanted to be able to save herself, but the aggression of the water made it near impossible. she allowed her frail body to wash up on top of a white delivery truck, laying there with her maroon blood smeared on the top of the truck.

she was transformed into survival mode, thinking of anything she would be able to do without killing herself even more. she was able to reach for a piece of sopping fabric, pressing it securely against her belly where the massive slash was. there was nothing to be done for her head as the damage had already been done. she’d be damned if this tsunami killed her, but as long as she knew buck was out there, she was going to fight like hell.

buck felt completely lost. he was settled on top of a fire engine, christopher being cradled in his arms as they faced the disaster together. they were the only two people on bucks mind, y/n and christopher. at least he knew where christopher was, but he was separated from his fiancé the moment the wave flooded the pier.

buck tried to stay positive, he really did. but, seeing all the bodies float past limply brought his spirits down. he knew that he would be okay, but the woman who’s the center of his universe could be dead. buck thought nothing could hurt more than his accident. on the contrary, the thoughts in his head during these moments of his life hurt more than any physical pain he’s experienced.

buck stayed silent, not wanting to scare christopher but the boy had his own questions. “how come y/n is gone?”

“she, um, she got lost in one of the waves, pal,” buck mumbles, trying to contain himself from completely breaking down. “we’ll find her when this is over, alright?” buck wishes he had a more firm answer, but there is nothing in this environment that is stable. no one knows a single thing that could or couldn’t happen.

suddenly, everything turned to nightmare fuel. christopher had fallen, and was swept away by the harsh flow. buck screamed his name, jumping in after him and searching for him anywhere. he swore his heart stopped, watching the exhausted boy fall into the unknown pit of water. everything had become a blur to buck. he didn’t even care about anyone else as long as christopher went home to eddie, and y/n went home with him.

bucks heart fell with eddie’s face as their reunited with each other at the hospital. he was carrying the weight of two missing people, feeling like it was only his fault. he wanted y/n there so bad, he so badly wanted her to hold him and say it’ll all work out in the end. y/n was gone, and buck had no fucking clue because now, she could be anywhere. he loves her more than anything on this planet, and a wave can’t change that.

buck continued to notice the shallow breathing of eddie, the pure horror on his face as he might’ve lost the person he adores most. there’s no pain like losing a child, and buck could never live with himself if he didn’t save christopher. alas, when eddie’s eyes directed to behind bucks cut and dirty body, he saw his son wrapped up in a warming blanket. buck felt like complete shit.

he knew he saved christopher, and he was thrilled beyond words. but where was y/n? he had to know. the sun had already set and if she wasn’t found, she was probably dead. the word rang through bucks brain, repeating itself over and over like a monster under the bed. she’s the best thing that ever happened to him, and he never guessed that it would shoot him in the foot until now.

“buck!” bobby yelled, beginning to walk over with hen and chimney as eddie sprinted to his little boy. “hey, what’s wrong, kid?”

buck could barely formulate words, the heaving in his chest was too strong to hold anything else. he panted while spitting out y/n’s name. “i cant find her, guys i tried so hard but we just got separated so fast-“

“alright, buck hang in there,” hen says, placing her hand on his shoulder in an attempt to ease him. “we’re going to look around, ok?” buck nods, knowing that this isn’t easy for them either. y/n was the light at the station, being able to cure a bad day and always making every glad to be at work. she made it the best experience, and she became their best friend outside of work too. they’d lose a coworker, but they’d lose a member of their family above all else.

buck storms around the parking lot in the triage areas, desperately begging them for her name. “do you have a y/n here? y/l/n? ive been to all of the other ones and if she’s not here i don’t know what to do.”

“she’s not on my list, sir. i’m so sorry, but have you checked the black tents?” the sad woman asks, acknowledging the tarp that was decked with body bags. buck stared at them, like they became the only thing in the world.

“i- i cant-“ buck breathes, turning around to break the contact.

“i know, you’re ok, buck,” hen speaks, as buck falls into her arms, his knees barely holding any support of his body. he tries to match henrietta’s breathing, her comforting voice soothing his ears. he tried to ignore everything around him, but the aggressive sirens of another ambulance and the lights illuminated the teams faces.

he watched as the two paramedics opened the doors, revealing another on next to a womans body, squeezing the air into her lungs with the bag. buck knows. he sees her damp hair on the stretcher, the hair loves and admired every day. he sees her crimson-stained outfit, the one he complimented her on this morning. lastly, he sees her beautiful face, the face he could never forget. he wants to sprint over to her, but his feet are planted on the ground. he has no more fight left to give, and he lets himself fall to the ground in exhaustion.

the next time his eyes peel open again, buck is sitting behind a curtain, an oxygen mask around his head and a bottle of water being handed to him. “drink this,” bobby demands.

“thanks,” buck replies.

“don’t thank me. you did great work out there today, buck. i’m proud of you.”

“thank you, cap,” buck twists the cap off, starting to take sips of the water. “please tell me i wasn’t dreaming when i saw y/n.”

“you weren’t. she’s in surgery now. she had a pretty nasty laceration on her head, and an even worse one on her abdomen. they’re thinking it hit her appendix, so they’re going in to take it out before it causes more harm than good. they did a few test on her as well,” buck hisses at bobby’s words, not wanting to hear anymore but needing to know. he didn’t know if it was good or bad, but he had to know. “she has a severe concussion. she’ll probably be disoriented and confused when she wakes up, and surely in pain. buck, hey,” bobby notices the man starting to zone out. she’s still hurt, and it’s not enough for buck. he wishes he could put a force field around her, wanting to take the force of anything that might hurt her. knowing that this out of the ordinary thing almost took her life pains him beyond injury.

“s-sorry,” buck whispers. “i want to see her when she’s out of surgery.”

“you can, but i need you to know that it’s going to look bad. she’s going to be intubated and definitely banged up. you have to know that she’s going to be ok. so, say it,” bobby tells him.

“what?”

“say she’s going to be ok.”

buck gives him a confused look, trying to contain the waves of his own tears as he utters the words out. “she’s going to be ok,” before he knows it, the dam breaks and bobby’s hugging buck, comforting him from the emotions that have taken over.

the minute buck gets the confirmation to see his girl, he’s passionately walking down the hallway of the ICU, scanning the rooms for the only one he cares about. scarily, bobby was right. it looked bad. she had cuts through her cheeks and her shoulders, even passing through her eyebrows and forehead. she had a thick bandage around her abdomen, protecting the incisions on her stomach. the lights were dimmed, protecting her eyes from hurting her head even more. the tube down her throat was a haunting sight for buck to see, realizing that she could barely do it on her own.

he sat in the chair next to her, anxious to even graze her hand. he just watched her chest rise slowly and sink down again, next to the hissing of the machine. and he stayed there. he couldn’t bring himself to leave her side again. he lost her once, it wasn’t happening again. so, buck sat next to her until her anesthesia wore off. some people might’ve thought he was a statue, the way he didn’t rip his eyes off of her.

the doctors came in a while later when y/n started breathing over her tube. she was still sleeping, but she was breathing on her own. buck knew she could, he knew this wouldn’t be the thing to take them apart. the worlds had it’s go at trying to separate buck and y/n, but it never works. until death do them part, literally. buck looked at the ring on her finger, almost forgetting that they’re planning a wedding. he’d been given the ring from the nurse, who took it off before her scans. he was the first one to put it on her finger, so he did it again.

the 118 had piled into her room, eddie bringing christopher to his tías house to spend time with her. he came back when he heard about y/n. buck just saved the life of his son, and y/n saved bucks life before he even knew it. the entire team knew it. they needed her to be ok, or work would truly never be the same.

she’d worn off the anesthesia a few hours later, looking at her family surrounding her.

“hey, baby,” buck smiles, still dressed in his muddy clothes. “i know it hurts, it’s ok.”

“what happened?” she asks, rasp in her voice.

“there was a tsunami, y/n. it got you pretty good, too,” bobby added, standing at the edge of her bed. “you fought that pretty good, y/n. they said it was pretty ugly when they found you.”

“yeah, i remember,” she squints. “but why am i here? shouldn’t i be at work soon?” buck gives his captain a confused look.

“she’s just confused, buck. it’s the concussion, don’t worry about that,” eddie whispers behind buck into his ear.

“do you remember seeing anyone or anything?” hen asks.

“i remember being scared, for buck and c-christopher. i thought they were dead for a little, and i thought i was next. but i couldnt just drop there and give up on them.”

buck noticed her exhaustion, from the pain medicine and just the stress of her disorientation. “you should get more sleep, honey. you’re gonna need it.”

“bucks right. we can come back to see you tomorrow, y/n,” hen stands. “we love you, y/n. you did good.”

“you’re tough, y/n, you’ll be alright,” chimney adds, patting her hand and starts to clear out of the room.

“don’t go, buck,” y/n says, grabbing his hand with her eyes shut tightly.

“i’m not going anywhere, y/n/n. you’re stuck with me,” buck tells her, leaving a kiss on her hand and he sees the corner of her lips rise with it.

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Top 10 battle maps on d20?

thank you for saying 10 lol (for the sake of fairness, I'm just going to talk about the physical maps in the dome- this is a Rick Perry et al appreciation post, as cool as the ones from Starstruck, TUC2, and The Seven (from what I've seen) are.)

THE BEAR. That goddamn motherfucking bear. Like, what the fuck, Aabria. The rest are gonna be listed by the episode title, but the bear deserves its own level of classification.

Deep Bleu Sea. The way it forced risky and/or very creative mobility, the boats moving, all of it.

Times Squaremageddon. I love it for all the same reasons as Deep Bleu Sea, the reason it's lower is because I like the ACOC aesthetic better than NYC lol

Reactor Charlie/The First Stoats. The puzzle in Reactor Charlie fucks SEVERELY, and how it transforms for The First Stoats is also such a big part of why I love it that I can't leave it out.

Scramble in the Sewers. The water rising was awesome both as a mechanic and how it was physically represented. And again, I love a mobility challenge.

Attacks on the Tracks. It was an actual, functioning model train. Incredible.

Arcade Ambush. Simpler in layout, but the challenge of possibly getting sucked into the games was really fun. And the context of it being in the first season, with its much lower budget than later seasons, cannot be ignored.

For Candia!. This one is a relatively unpopular opinion, I know, but I loved the swing they took with the scale change. The way it forced the players to literally look at the big picture and consider the tactical advantages and disadvantages of the two scales being offered to them. So we got the feeling of a proper siege taking back their castle as well as moments like the confrontation between Amethar and Calroy.

The Baron of Bricks. The wolf was in the soup and also the spoon tries to kill you.

The Ending of All Things. Say what you will about now Neverafter ended narratively, but the battle set FUCKED.

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Whale, little crab and underwater world

Three dimensional scene for today based on whale and underwater world. Interesting new world. Which is underwater. And there they swim – fish. Big and small. And crawling a crabs. So, it is its own world. Its own lighting. And its own citizens. So, this is a big whale. He swims and watch what is going on here. And on the lower level it is a small crab to crawling. And whale is moving to his little friend - little crab. And they will to play!

So, it is ambient theme. Theme of explore. And move through three dimension world. You can crawl as a little crab. Or swim as a big fish. About a three dimensional scene. It is a whole world. So here are seaweeds. Stones are here and there. And sand surface. Or green surface. It depends.

It can be a game about to explore. And swimming. To watch what is here and there. Such ambient. But it is a three dimensional scene in blender for now. Underwater world – it is amazing its own world. And it has a different things. And it is very different from thing that are on the surface.

Crab is crawling through stones. They are very polished by water. And smooth stones. And he is crawling though a bush of seaweeds. Underwater grass. He is crawling to a little sand. Fish are swimming somewhere forward. There are places with big underwater stones. And rocks. So, you can find a hide place there.

It can be a game about to watch and expectations. With low poly retro graphics. About ocean. With music like Vaporwave, or retrowave, or ambient. And it is only a three dimensional scene now.

Or one more idea. About friendship between crab and a whale. Such more arcade funny and positive, good and kind. And underwater. They are talking and play. And explore underwater world. Swim and run here and there. Such a story.

Or who faster reach the point. A crab who is crawling, or a fish which is swimming. So, it can be a lots of themes, starting with ambient, explore. As a starting point. And arcade, littler action, story.

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NVM MY SISTER WENT THERE WITH HER FRIENDS AND FOUND ONE MY BROTHER JUST DIDN'T LOOK THAT WELL :D

(this is a picture she took)

YAYAYAYAY!!! I will go after the school year is over! I am also excited to play the other rythm games, I have always wanted to try Dance Dance Revolution or something similar but I haven't been to any arcades with rythm games before!

is there anyway to see if the round1 near me has a project diva cabinet without actually going there

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nah, but imagine miles 1610 activating his invisibility power by accident when he's conflicted about his feelings towards you, like...

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

being spider man is both a blessing and a curse, but it becomes more of the latter when he starts disappearing into thin air whenever you're around, or at least just, quite literally, fading into the background. miles thought he could control his abilities as spider man already, he's been doing this job for a year and four months, that's 16 months. and yet, for some reason, his powers go out of whack when he's around you. like how last week, the minute he heard you call his name, he seemingly faded away into the sea of people in the hall–when really, he just turned invisible when he heard your resonant voice utter his name.

this had been happening ever since he got his powers, disappearing randomly when he sensed you approaching him or wanting to talk to him. you were none the wiser and were left thinking that maybe miles just ran off, or you mistook someone else for him.

miles didn't know why, even after all this time, he still goes invisible whenever you're around. he figured that after he took up the role of brooklyn's new spider man and beat a few criminals and bad guys, he'd be in control now of this fickle phenomenon. 'okay, just be cool.' miles reminded himself as he exhaled and looked at himself in the mirror he kept in his locker. 'be cool, miles, be cool...' he repeated as he grinned to himself, not out of pure confidence, but with nervousness and a pinch of anxiousness.

'i'm not gonna go invisible this time, i'll be cool about it, i'm not gonna let them get to me and be cool about it. cool, yeah, yeah i can be cool. gonna be cool like–' "hey miles!" you greeted him as he closed his locker door and yelped. you were confused as to why he yelped, but you figured he didn't realize you were there next to him the whole time. you turned around momentarily when one of your friends greeted you in the hall, and miles felt like he was being suffocated–he shouldn't make a sound so you wouldn't know he was there, but if he didn't respond, you'd think he flaked on you again.

you talked to miles about how you've been wondering if he would like to go with you to get some pizza, or go to an arcade, or see that one movie he's been raving about for a while now, with him desperately wanting to say yes to all of your offers right now, but not while he's like thin air right now!

'crap, please! for once, just... just turn back...!' miles begged himself as he pressed himself against his locker, with you still looking away from him, but your hand brushing against his. he breathed in deeply as he tried not to utter a single noise in response to your brief and soft touches against his fingers and hand.

"so... whaddya say miles, do you, um..." "i-i'd love to go with you." 'you dumbass, you're still invisible!' you were smiling widely and began to turn around to look at him, when miles suddenly exclaimed, "wait, look, a pelican!" "um, where?" you asked him as you looked around, confused. miles took in a deep breath and hummed the tune of his favorite song, yet, that couldn't relax him right now. nothing could relax him right now, except... except...

"miles, i think you're seeing things." you said as you turned around and faced him, with a big smile on his face as his hands was interlocked with yours. "i... i guess i am. how could a butterfly look like a pelican, right...?" he said awkwardly with a chuckle as you looked at him all flustered. "you're..." "holding your hand? yeah, sorry, i... should i stop...?" he asked with an equally flustered expression and a shaky voice. you squeezed his hand in yours and grinned up at him, causing his heartbeat to quicken just a little. "nah, i like this." you said as you walked with miles to your next class.

he's glad to finally have found a way to stop going invisible around you, though he had to admit, he never expected holding your hand would be the best way to relax him; but he could live with this.

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Oooh! I have my own headcanons as well!

John Egbert, movie critic and professional prankster, has a small Youtube Channel named EctoBiologist_143 that does a lot of skit based comedy reviews, think Nostalgia Critic without the scummy business practices. John also tries to code personal birthday card files for his friends, they work half the time, if unzipping the .ath file is recognized on the computer’s software.

Rose Lalonde loves to overanalyze kids media, especially squiddles as it’s a way for her to bond with Jade, and Rose notices quite a lot of references to the deep sea and hidden realms in the media.

Dave Strider, as much as he loves to remix and produce beats, he also learns the drums as a traditional instrument to play band, he made one EP with John Rose and Jade, he says he doesn’t want to publish because it “sounds too normal to be indie” bit really he wants a piece of his second family to keep as a memory. His first family was him and bro, and yeeeeeeah, he doesn’t like puppets, except Randy Feltface.

Jade Harley prefers to be a vegetarian, but her Bec side loves meat, she treats herself to black bean burgers and tofu sausages. Her mostly veggie diet comes from her gardening, making all-organic foods. Her Bec side also makes her droop when she’s near nuclear reactors, that’s why her job is reactor designer and not inspection.

Jane Crocker made an MSPFA called Professional Charlatan, an adventure about a hard-boiled prankster, an Adventuring Dandy and a Populist Ingenious work as a team with intelligensia from Master Kernel to defeat the insidious and undersea work of the MERMAID MOB. It is very obvious this is loosely based on Jane and her friends fighting the Condesce.

Jake English dabbles in the art, and takes from Pablo Picasso’s blue period. Rose has a very psychoanalytical idea for why he likes to draw so many blue landscapes, and round, wavy feminine shapes. Jake also draws Robots, a lot. He even gets commissions to draw corny 1950s sci-fi book covers!

Roxy teaches John how to make code in .ath that does not suck. She and John love to share simple code that range from ripoff arcade games to ascii gifs. She takes a lot of the wine her mom stored to be sold in a wine store she owns. Roxy likes to taste wine, but declines anything more than one glass to drink, modesty is policy!

Dirk Strider works with a lot of felt and soft fabrics. He actually makes quilts as therapy for living on his own for 16 years. He also likes to hang out with Dave, he looks up to Dave and how he turned out even with the worst Dirk in all of Paradox space. Dirk still has a manipulative streak where he tries to subtly convince Dave to binge The Muppet Show with him to grow a tolerance for non-smutty plushes. Dave still can not watch any scene with Gonzo without getting sweaty and tense.

This is a lot of text for 8 characters so if I ever do troll headcanons they are in a separate batch.

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Fan Fiction Masterlist.

“… Rose, even if… I burn for this love… I will never… let you go...”

• Artwork by The Drawables •

Full artwork, Here.

🌹 Oc x Canon. 🔪 Oc Introduction, Here.

I edit some of my old fictions and some end up deleted. I plan on writing more so I wanted to put everything here to be more organized.

Azusa and Christine’s Story:

~ Story Description.

~ Love Planted a Rose. 🌹

Fluff and Romantic:

~ You are just like this rose.

~ Arcade Date.

~ Hot Springs.

~ Ballroom Event.

~ Prompt 6: Kiss.

~ Be my Valentine.

~ Prompt 30: Sweet Moment.

Poems:

~ On this Christmas Night.

~ The Moon was our Witness.

~ Midnight Sea.

~ The Bloody Knife & Rose.

NSFW:

~ Their Deep Waters.

~ Cravings in the Dawn.

~ Happy Birthday, Azusa.

Special Events:

By @yuriko-mukami Written by @afi-writes

~ Yuriko’s Beach Diary.

~ Yule with the Mukami’s.

~ Shopping Tour.

Headcanons:

~ Christine & Ari Friendship.

~ Rosey & Christine Friendship.

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[hannahhook7744]

Gigi Gothel hc please ?

Her full name is Magnolia Marguerite Gothel, but since Ginny and her brothers couldn't pronounce her name correctly when they were little she's gone by 'Gigi' for as long as she could remember.

Like the ditched draft of d2 says in this post, she is fourteen years old by d2.

Her birthday is October 10th and she was born in the middle of year 7.

Gigi is nearsighted.

She has magic but it is dormant until she gets off the isle.

She has a crush on Cailee Beckett. Her cousin, Amara Tremaine (who is fifteen years old in d2)’s friend who works at Curl Up & Dye.

Gigi has ‘volunteered’ to work at Curl up & Dye because of this because she likes spending time with Amara as well as Cailee and it's hard for the two of them to find free time between Lady Tremaine, Cutler Beckett, and Mother Gothel’s meddling.

She is the daughter of ‘Judge’ Claude Frollo and ‘Mother’ Esther Eloise Dame Gothel.

She has seven siblings in my main descendants universe, nine siblings in my Hannah Hook verse, and… well, it's complicated in the Invisible Truth Universe.

Her parental siblings are named: Cesare Bartholomew Colmille Frollo, Cornel Thomas Howard Frollo, Cyriacus Ignatius Vladimir Frollo, and Claudine Esther-Mary Frollo. There's also Eduardo Frollo, but he only exists in the Hannah Hook verse.

Her maternal siblings are named: Ginevra 'Ginny' Flower Madrigal, Mason Primethorn Gothel, and Glendale ‘Glenn’ Hazel Gothel. She also has a fraternal twin named Phoebe ‘Peachy’ Gothel in the Hannah Hook verse.

She has several parental cousins: Jehan Frollo's daughter—Jeanette Frollo–, Veil Frollo and Jack Heart’s three children—Valor Frollo-Hearts, Riddle Rosehearts, and Rollo Flamme— as well as The Tremaines. Because surprise, Lady Tremaine and Frollo are siblings (not that either of them like to admit it).

Gigi loves unicorns and flowers, though she keeps them away from Ginny since Ginny hates flowers and is allergic.

She appeared a lot in her Mother's show ‘Skin Deep With Mother Gothel’ and her best class was Selfishness 101 (the one her mother taught).

She originally went to Madam Mim’s School of Magic but because Madam Mim and Mother Gothel had a little spat, causing her to get kicked out.

Out of all her siblings, she gets along with her mother probably the best (mostly because she's a sweetheart) but that's not really saying much.

Gigi is short and slender with shoulder length black hair and big brown eyes that are almost always hidden behind round framed glasses.

She loves astronomy (like Glenn), Cryptozoology, cheesemaking, scrumping, true crime, and ghost hunting. She's also always wanted to go to the spa but hasn't gotten the chance yet.

She uses the same elixir Evie does to prevent her hair from getting frizzy.

Gigi is a part of the following clubs: Orchestra, Sea Ponies Club, ‘Speaking with Trolls’ Club, and the ‘Wicked Beauties’ club (though she's not very popular in the last one).

Her favorite game at Mr. Facilier’s Arcade is ‘Knock 'N Down, Win A Crown’.

She loves the Bad Apples, partially because she likes their music, partially because her sister's in the band, and partially because she had an itty-bitty crush on Diego when she was younger (which her siblings will never let her live down).

Her favorite candy (not that she's tired many) is Gummi snakes (she only had them once and is dying to try them again).

She can actually read the menu at the slop shop (she likes learning languages, okay?).

One time in P.E, when they were playing ‘Doom Ball’, she broke her nose. Another time, when they were playing ‘Foul Ball’, she got a concussion. Despite this, she still loves both games very much.

No one showed up to her Super Sinister Thirteen (her thirteen birthday party). At least until her brothers (Mason and Glenn, who are apart of the lost Revenge crew) went and told Uma who gathered up the rest of the crew. After that, a strange amount of people who totally weren't threatened into going showed up with gifts.

One of her best friends is the wicked witch and scarecrow's daughter, Elizabeth 'lizard' West; she's 12.

Gigi watches tv whenever she can because even though the villain channel ‘Evil Isle’ no longer exists it helps her escape from reality.

She used to write letters to Cassandra and Rapunzel when she was little, but of course she never received a response.

The Tremaines get their supply of ‘Murky Maggie's Soap Suds for the Anti-Socialite’ from her because Maggie Mim refuses to work with them because of something Dorothy did (She has no idea what she did).

She also supplies centipedes, worms, and other bugs to local businesses (she, like Mason, is really into nature and bugs).

One time, during a food fight, she hit Frollo and Mal with a snake egg and it exploded everywhere and stunk up the restaurant. She's never feared for her life more (Mal thought it was funny afterwards. Frollo did not).

She eventually gets her own Royallr and Auratube accounts.

When she grows up, she wants to be a famous actor, model, and cosmetologist.

Her top three Auradon shows are: Get Down With The Ballgown, Real Princesses Of Charmingsville, and The Young And The Crownless.

Her favorite princess on the Real Princesses of Charmingsville is Princess Pema because she reminds her of herself.

She is subscribed to 'Pirate Word of the Day' so she can keep up with what her brothers are saying.

Gigi is terrified of clowns and usually avoids Hermie Bing and the area in which the Bing Circus is located because of this.

She has a dagger collection as well as a Newspaper and Magazine collection.

It doesn't matter what newspaper and magazine. She's read Royal Digest, Vanity Fairy, Good Castlekeeping, Aladdin’s Bazaar, Ella, National Aristocratic, Sidekick Living, Mirror Mirror, Hero’s Health, Friends and Foes, Wicked Weekly, & Better Spells and Potions. Every issue she can get her hands on.

Same goes for the Newspapers.

She also has… a collection of random Auradon stuff. She loves Auradon music, postcards, etc.

Gigi also has a concerning amount of flyers and newspapers from Auradon Prep, and other Auradon schools.

Her siblings jokingly call her a hoarder.

(Look she just really really really wants to go to Auradon and she and Dizzy have stayed up for nights talking about it. Dragging the rest of the Tremaines, Gothels, Celia, and the smee twins with them).

She doesn't know if Frollo knows she's his daughter but she doesn't want to find out and she's not gonna be the one to bring it up because that man is terrifying.

Gigi, while appearing unassuming, is actually pretty crafty and could survive on her own if needed. She just doesn't want to.

She knows that on some level, Ginny resents her and the twins because she had to basically raise them, so she does her best to stay out of Ginny's hair even though she loves her sister a lot.

She calls Ginny ‘Sissy’ occasionally. As a nickname, not an insult.

She and Ginny's boyfriend, Clay, get along pretty well and she's friends with his younger brothers, Cash and Wilson.

She does most of the cooking, cleaning, and chores for the household.

Her favorite teacher is Yen Sid and her least favorite is Gaston, followed closely by her mother.

Gigi has skipped school exactly once in her life because the one time she did she got caught by Dr. Facilier (she was seven and went to his arcade). She decided then that her luck is horrible and scraping gum out from under desks and tables is not worth the risk of cutting class.

She hates the color yellow.

She can play the E-flat clarinet and the cello.

Her favorite food is Hazelnut & Parsnip Soup.

Her favorite restaurant on the isle is Hades Souvlaki: It's Under This World.

Her favorite shop is Hook's Clock and Curiousity shop.

Gigi Gothel is banned from the Queen of Hearts Salon. She knows what she did.

On a side note, she swears the Queen of Hearts hates her for no reason and is failing her in her class on purpose.

One time, Zevon made her cry and not only did he get beat up by her brothers but he got the cold shoulder from his brother (Lil Yaz did not hear the end of that from Ginny until the little brat apologized and it was the only time he had an actual shouting match with his little brother).

Now Zevon is terrified of even looking at her wrong.

She also somehow befriended the only one of Mad Maddy's siblings, Murky Maggie, who Maddy is on good terms with. Nobody knows how (she's also good friends with their younger aunt, Avalon Mim-Knightley).

Her favorite Bad Apple song is ‘We're The Brunos’, followed closely by “Santa Hates Isle Kids’.

She hates their song ‘Daddy (Mommy) Didn’t Love Me’.

She can't listen to the songs ‘Saint Cyriacus’, ‘Not A Perfect Man, But A Good One’, and ‘Love is Love’—the ones Claudine wrote about their dead brothers Gigi never got to meet, because they make her sad and angry.

She ends up working with both Dizzy Tremaine and Evie’s 4 Hearts.

Gigi also dabbles in writing. She runs the two isle magazines ‘Belladona’ and ‘Where The Sun Don't Shine’.

She has a minor Iron allergy.

Ginny made the mistake of bringing Gigi with her to Mal’s Hellraiser party and well… no one told Gigi what toadshots were. Needless to say, she was very sick in the days following.

To make up for, Ginny stole one of Maleficent's cloaks that she thought Gigi would like when people were ransacking Maleficent's house after d1.

She's claustrophobic and, after seeing Clay near drowned after the Hellraiser party, is terrified of drowning.

Her favorite hero is Ariel because she relates the most to her.

Gigi is secretly afraid that Rapunzel’s family and the rest of the heroes/reformed villains from her mother's story won't like her.

Also she'd love Jordan's Auratube channel and the Auradon Bedtime Podcast if she had access to them.

Gigi has always wanted a pet but her mother would never allow her one. She also knows more about her family than she wants to.

Works at Mother Gothel's Healing Emporium somewhat against her will.

Also when she was little (talking a literal toddler) she accidentally killed something and her mother will not.shut.up.about.it. Always using it to brag about how her children are the most beautiful and evil as if the event she's talking about isn't one of the most traumatizing things that's ever happened to Gigi.

Mother Gothel is that mom who tells her ‘friends’ about the most embarrassing, humiliating things she somehow knows about her kids (they stopped telling her things about them very early on because of this habit of hers and they don't know how she keeps finding out information like that about them).

She has tried and failed to escape the isle several times since she was a kid but luckily, no one's ever seen her epic fails.

She somehow always manages to sneak up on people without even trying (she's a very quiet walker).

She has a stuffed unicorn named ‘Punzie’ that the twins gave her when they were little.

Oh and she still can't spell her own name.

Her favorite poison is Digitalis. Sometimes her siblings catch her staring a little too long at it and get concerned. Usually happens when Gothel or Frollo have been meaner than usual to her siblings.

She has a heart condition, like Chloe Charming does (in my au).

She gets detention her first day at Auradon Prep (and cries). Her older siblings' have never been prouder.

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Not so shy anymore PART ONE

Summary: A shy girl who was never noticed before walks around the boardwalk. When she meets 4 mysterious men who drive her crazy.

Warnings: unsolicited touching, swearing, fluff, nervousness

Santa Carla has always been picturesque yet a secluded coastal town nestled between the rugged cliffs and the vast expanse of the Pacific Ocean. By day, it exudes a laid-back charm, with palm-lined streets, quirky shops, and bustling boardwalks teeming with tourists. Between the locals everyone knows everyone and it’s hard not to be noticed when you’re in the middle of it all. The salty sea breeze carries the faint scent of saltwater and sunscreen, while seagulls soar overhead, their cries blending with the distant murmur of waves crashing against the shore.

However, as the sun sets and darkness descends upon the town, Santa Carla transforms into a haven for the unconventional and the mysterious. Neon lights flicker to life, casting an eerie glow over the eclectic mix of shops, bars, and amusement arcades that line the boardwalk. The laughter of tourists gives way to the haunting melodies of street performers and the occasional howl of a distant coyote.

Beneath the facade of normalcy lies an undercurrent of danger and intrigue, as rumors swirl of strange disappearances and supernatural occurrences. For those who dare to venture off the beaten path, Santa Carla reveals its true nature—a haven for the lost, the forgotten, and the undead.

One particular stressful day at home. Led y/n to midnight stroll along the pier. It was a particularly misty night but the breeze in her hair is the only thing she needed rn. The boardwalk was still rampacked even for that time people screaming and laughing as rides and stalls were coming to a shut.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a fiery glow over the ocean, the atmosphere in Santa Carla shifted. Tourists retreated to their hotels, leaving the boardwalk to the denizens of the night. Among them, four attractive boys, their predatory instincts heightened by the fading light.

In a secluded part of the boardwalk, y/n found herself surrounded by the four. Dwayne, with his piercing gaze and gentle demeanor, stepped forward first, his voice a velvet whisper in the darkness. "You shouldn't be out here alone, especially not at this hour," he said, concern etched into his features.

Paul the second boy sauntered closer, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he flashed a crooked grin. "But lucky for you, we just happen to be in the neighborhood," he quipped, his words laced with playful sarcasm.

Marko was next, he moved with a fluid grace, his touch light as he reached out to tuck a stray lock of hair behind the girl's ear. "We could keep you company," he suggested, his voice low and inviting.

David, the appointed leader of the group, remained silent, his gaze fixed on the girl with a mixture of curiosity and intensity. His presence was both reassuring and unnerving, like a shadow looming in the darkness.

Despite her initial apprehension, y/n found herself drawn to these Boys, their magnetism impossible to resist. With a nervous smile, she nodded, her heart fluttering with a mixture of excitement and uncertainty.

“So you wanna ride?” David piped up. He hadn’t spoken yet but something about the mysteriousness of him secretly really turned you on. Y/n shy to upset these boys tried to come up with any excuse. However, those were all shot down almost instantly. “We aren’t just gonna let you stay here by yourself. A pretty girl like you” your heart fluttered. You’ve never had male attention like this before. Especially, by four very attractive men at once. You sheepishly agreed to ride as long as as soon as it’s over one agreed to take you home. Marko quickly chimed in exclaiming that he would take on that role, as he came over and kissed your hand. Paul quickly pushed him away “no princess I’ll take you home”. Dwayne didn’t want to get involved in the argument but deep down he wanted to take you home the most.

“Enough!” “I’ll take her home” chimed the leader. He then said something that struck you as odd “she’s mine after all” the devilish wink after he said it made you second guess your god. You’ve never felt some many feelings at once unease, nausea but yet confident and turned on?.

Before you could finish your sentence, Paul and Marko picked you up. They cheered as they ran towards the mesmerising blue ocean water, grinning to themselves as Paul held your hands and Marko your feet. They swung you threateningly over the water's edge. Your screams were filled with laughter as they grinned.

“What do you say, Paul? Should our little raindrop get a drop in the ocean for not coming with us?" Paul grinned a mischievous cat-like grin. Glancing at Marko, the expression was practically mirrored. "I don't know, Paulie; maybe she should. Wash off all of that other man stench off of her." You had no idea what they could smell but you had not been around another man.

“Don't drop me! Fuck you, seriously. Don't you dare!" You warned, trying to wiggle yourself out of their death grip. “Nah, threats won't work on us, honey. Maybe a reward will work, hmm. What do you think, Paul?"

"I think a kiss ought' to do it," Paul answered, glancing between you and his devil-like companion. "Couldn't agree more."

"Fine, fine, have your stupid kiss but let me down!"

“Hmm seems legit to me. What do you think Marko?”

“Hmm fine. Put her down”

Y/n let out a sigh of relief as both feet were planted safely on the ground. As your stood there trying to relieve the dizziness. A leather gloved hand reaches around you waist pulling you into his bodywarmth. You turn around to see the bleached blonde mullet behind you smirking. Towering over you as if to assert dominance.

“These guys picking on you my baby girl ?”

You try not to say anything to keep the peace between the boys. When David demands the boys to stand in front of him. As they rush to obey the leader he swiftly states.

“Do that to her again and you’ll never come here again”

This dark figure scared you. Even though there’s boys were annoying there was no reason to be so mad and overprotective. Yet in a way it was reassuring and attractive.

"It's already so late, yet you don't seem even the slightest bit tired. Do you usually stay up this late?" He asked though he didn't look at you at first. One of his hands loosely held a cigarette, letting a puff of smoke escape through his lips. His eyes focused on the blazing fire in front of you before gradually looking into your eyes. Once again, you could feel your ability to lie fade, not with such a dominating gaze practically reading you.

"I work at a bar most days of the week. You kinda get used to late nights."

"Doesn't sound like that's the safest job." Dwayne chimed in, an odd look of concern across his features. You weren't sure what to make of that look. But youcouldn't deny the fluttering in your stomach, fuck, how starved were you for affection?

"Neither is staying here i guess." You murmured, a little embarrassed at yourself for being so desperate. You couldn't really describe it, but being around them felt right. Having their attention felt right, and a part of you wanted to keep it. David chuckled at your answer, subtly resting his hand on your thigh.

“Neither is staying here” he mimicked back.

“Oh shit the time” Pal exclaimed while nervously looking around. Confused y/n just started at all the panicked faces. “ we gotta go princess” he kisses you on the forehead as all the boys head to their bikes. Fuck, are they all really gonna pack up and leave like this.

We walked to his bike, the four starting their engines with a powerful roar. Paul and Marko wave as they drive off, Dwayne following. David stared longingly at you, starting his bike. He moved but promptly stopped before you. One of his feet resting on the floor. He caressed your cheek with his gloved hand, watching you carefully. You felt pulled as if the boy's leaving was pulling your heart along with them. "You think to much." David hummed teasingly, staring into your eyes. "Come back to the boardwalk tomorrow; I'll come and find you," he instructed, not leaving any room for debate.

Tossing and turning all night your body aching for a release. You hear bikes rev outside your window. You quickly run to the slightly ajar window and peek out. But nothing, no signs of life. Disappointed you crawl into bed with the thoughts rushing in your head.

The next day you return to

The boardwalk