#eventually there will be a full version of this silly idea

[mr-malumm]

Cringetober day 26: Y/N 🥰🥹🥰🥹🥰

✨A Date With Agent 1 ✨

POV you work at a local NYC bodega and finally worked up the courage to ask out the cute guy who comes in every morning in his suit and shades- you go to dinner and turns out hes a sweetie pie whos enamored with you :))

[gofu-kurself]

obsessed with the idea of messy frat boy steve harrington who’s a little (read: a lot) in love with his drug dealer.

the mysterious lanky dude who goes by ed is the go-to dealer for all of the houses on frat row. steve’s frats version of hazing is making the freshers buy the party favors from the quirky dealer dude because he likes to mess with them and have them do stupid shit or go on wild goose chases. if eddie’s feeling generous, instead of cash, in exchange for some of the cheaper and more…recreational drugs, he makes freshies do silly things like sing him the national anthem in a british accent or bring him a box of lucky charms with only the marshmallows. the frat guys always get a kick out of it, and love seeing what he’ll make the freshman do each year.

when steve rushes and gets into his frat, the upperclassmen obviously choose steve to retrieve the drugs for their first party of the year—expecting ed’s to take the piss and make a fool of him.

but when steve meets up with him at the picnic tables behind the woods on frat row, all eddies plans of making a fool of this freshman go out the window. he layssss on the flirting and basically lets steve rob him blind by giving him the drugs on a mega discount.

steve awkwardly attempts to flirt back, but honestly thinks this ed’s guy is making fun of him and is waiting for the other shoe to drop and for the dealer to make fun of him or yell out “PRANKED” and laugh at him. but that doesn’t happen.

he ends up leaving the picnic table with a new contact: “ed 🖤🚬” that the long haired dealer put into steve’s phone himself. and his deep letterman pockets full of drugs.

he smiles the entire way back to his frat house and all the upperclassman beg him to tell his tale. they think ed’s made him do something superrr embarrassing because steve is really vague with his response, just being like ‘oh we just chatted, ya know’

after their first meeting, steve always volunteers to go do the deal pick ups or invite eddie via text to their house parties to sell.

the frat brothers are chill and eventually pick up on his crush on ed, but they don’t say anything to either of them and watch it like reality tv. it gets so bad that they start placing bets and make a ‘you rule/you suck’ chart after sorority president robin buckley wrote it on their chore whiteboard at a party one night. steve keeps asking what the chart is referring to but his frat brothers keep making up new and absurd reasonings so he eventually just gives up on asking and accepts he’s out of the loop.

essentially, steve is obsessed with eddie and eddie is obsessed with steve but neither of them realize the other is into them. frat and college chaos and shenanigans ensue.

[the-ancient-dragons]

Welcome to my new (old) series called Overcomplicating the Pyrrhain Tribes (part 1 of 7!)

I have many more Overcomplicated designs to come (and I eventually want to move on to full bodies and action doodles!)

I started it sometime in January or Febuary, as I was applying to a digital creature program, when I was inspired to try and use real animal anatomy on the canon WoF tribes.

Do they need it? No!! Tui and Joy Ang have some of the coolest dragon designs and they don't need to be changed. I was simply inspired to practice anatomy and wanted to see what I could come up with. Plus, I've always drawn the dragons in Ang's style and wanted to see what I could come up with on my own.

Details and explanation below.

Otherwise, next Friday is the SeaWing!!! See you then!

Now, why are there two SkyWings and why do they not look the same? Because the second one, the one with the yellow horns, is actually the first one I drew. I didn't know what style I would be using and it was not well thought out. The first, the really pretty shiny one, is actually the seventh one I drew, when I had a clear idea.

This SkyWing is inspired by birds of prey (eagles specifically) found in the deadly eye and sharp beak. It isn't a real bird beak but I found that I really like the shape and style of an avian beak on reptiles, and the SkyWing had it originally. It looks better than the first version anyway. It's also got some vague monitor lizard and komodo dragon aspects in it, with the face scales (and especially around the eyes), but my favourite bit is the horns. I didn't document what species I used but I want to say it was a mountain goat (for obvious reasons). One neat feature about the horns is that each segment represents one year on top of the seven from the original horn. So seven years plus six segments means this particular SkyWing is thirteen years old. Just a silly headcanon on top of this headcanon design. Finally, the neck scales look less like fish scales and more like snake scales (using a snake for reference). I always loved those and wanted MORE of them. Plus it fits with their underbelly.

[assassin-artist]

okay, I'll post what I've got for Sindra now. Plus an alternate version for if she were a Viltrumite herself (: lore rambling below the cut

Calling her species 'Vottan'. They're a healer-based society of people with hollow bones, it makes them very fast but also very fragile. Big culture based around worshipping life and birth, which is why being a healer is such a high position of authority. Most Vottan become healers, but only a rare percentage of the people are born with healing magic. Sindra, having been born with the gift, was raised in something like a monastery to become a healer from a young age. They take a vow of silence when they reach adulthood, which is the same time they get their markings that deign them a full-fledged healer (the diamond on Sindra's forehead).

Their healer culture is very judgment free, i think. They believe that it's not their place to judge whether an individual 'deserves' to live or die for what they've done, only that if they are capable of healing, then they will heal. Their fragile physiology combined with their willingness to medically aid anyone who comes their way made it very easy for Viltrum to take their home planet and subjugate the people. Most healers are left to their own devices, but the rare few that are born with the gift of magic in their veins are taken to be personal Viltrumite healers on the Viltrum warships. Vottan lifespans on average are longer than humans, roughly expecting to live to ~150 years before dying of complications due to old age. However, those born with magic have a significantly increased life expectancy, expected to live somewhere around ~2,000 years before old age.

Taking inspiration from hummingbirds here when I say that I don't think they sleep at all - instead they go into a state of dormancy every few hours where their heart rate and metabolism is slowed significantly to conserve energy for a while.

hm.... that's all the lore for her species i've thought up at this point. Let me know if you have any questions (: Now I talk a little bit about her personal story..

I made her mainly to be a Conquest ship, because I like the idea of the big scary strong man having a fragile partner. Her people being subjugated by Viltrum was just the convenient excuse so I could say Sindra and Conquest have known each other for years before the events of Invincible even happen. I don't have a set age for her but I'm thinking at least over a century by now, so they've been buddies for around 50 years or so. Maybe. I'll do the math some other time, I'm just vibing rn. Conquest still doesn't get someone to talk to because his companion is silent, but, despite her inherent fragility and Conquest's inherent overwhelming strength, she has never been all that afraid of him. I think a species that worships life would have a more accepting view of death as well - it's to be avoided if possible, but not something you should fear and dread. Plus, I've talked before on my blog about how I don't think Conquest would actually struggle to be gentle, so I think it wouldn't be that difficult for them to become close. In fact, I dare say I think Conquest would be gentler with her than any of the other Viltrumites would be... i rotate them in my head. my silly aliens

I like the idea that she eventually finds her way to Earth before season 1 begins, but I don't really have a reason for why she left the Viltrumites just yet. Maaaaybe someone lost their cool and attacked her for whatever reason and she just flew away, never looking back? I'm not sure, I'll have to think more on that. I just like imagining her on Earth trying to learn how to get along with humans and interacting with the main cast of the show.. She really just goes where she's told to go and heals anyone she comes across, so she would be a great find for the GDA. I think she would really like Damien Darkblood (:

I think she would eventually break her vow of silence and begin speaking again, but I'm just not sure if it's while with the Viltrumites (her first words would be to Conquest for sure) or while she's on Earth...

that's all the rambling i have off the top of my head. im sure i'll have more soon enough o7

[hbheavensent]

Mammon/Leviathan

Ugh my favorite toxic situationship, let's rock and roll-

OH AND LIGHT TW FOR CANNIBALISM FOR LEVIS BACKGROUND

Let's start with Mammon, being that he's my favorite cannon!sin and that I didn't change much with his design. Really I just wanted to see him in more outfits/makeup so I just played around with that idea. Leaned into the rich guy circa 1600s, somewhat inspired by the fat officials from Demon Souls but only loosely. Really I think his designs works really well already but I am bias. In terms of his personality, I'm changing the fact that he's portrayed as stupid- it doesn't make sense to me that the guy handling all of the money is dumb as a box of rocks. So I made him generally very smart, just easily distracted and silly.

He is also another subject of me exploring how each sin handled falling from grace, Mammon in particular went full fledged head in the sand. He could never handle the fact that he could never have Heaven again, could never have his old body, the vast wealth of knowledge that Heaven had him be in charge of. Back in Heaven I've pulled from a couple sources and also written my own stuff in but in THIS version he was a Principality Angel in charge of the Celestial Treasury of Heaven. A celestial vault containing not just material wealth but also knowledge, wisdom, and spiritual riches, which he could bestow upon those deemed worthy, though often doesn't. Mammon was Angel of Prosperity before falling shortly after Beelzebub. He professes that there's no reason to talk about Heaven and fully leaned into his sin immediately because processing anything is way too much for him.

Mammon, aside from Levi and Lucifer, has the hardest time maintaining relationships with anyone including the other sins. So he's wildly lonely, which is hard to talk about without bringing up Sariel (a character I've written in) but we'll get there later.

However there is one person who puts up with Mammon on the regular...

Leviathan went through a lot of changes, while I like the conjoined twin look something about the way it was animated felt... off. Levi struck me as uninteresting compared to the rest of the sins. A lot of what I did was just smash the two halves of Levi together, give her some bangles and jewelry, and make her a sick ass fish form. About that fish form, there's a slight glow behind the inside head which is actually from her sister's broken halo! Let's get into that. So I'm using the interpretation that The Crusaders Academy uses because it's metal as all hell and I can't find any other interpretation where Leviathan has twin specifically (makes me wonder if Viv saw the same wiki page? I dunno. It's a neat wiki but I have no idea where it came from.) The way I'm writing it is that the Levithan we know used to be a run of the mill Angel along with their twin sister Ziz who served under Uriel. Uriel was an Archangel who presided over wisdom and the Archangel who took over the Treasury of Heaven after Mammon's fall. Both Levi and Ziz were close with Mammon, though Ziz was much more friendly and a touch ditzy which made her endearing. Very likable, where Leviathan sort of fumbled every interaction. After sin was created by The Apple Incident, Levi found herself drifting more and more from social interactions with anyone as they filled her with unending jealousy. She was friends with all of the sins before they fell but only by account of being friends with Mammon, by the fact that she was there but no one really knew her.

As people fell and titles were gained across Heaven and Hell, Levi and Ziz took up their jobs as sort of secretaries under Uriel. Uriel took a shine to Ziz's creative spark and really became close with her while Levi was struggling internally with her sin. Eventually it came to a head, and by a technicality, Angel's mouths are not considered holy weapons. Leviathan ate her sister alive, by some merit Ziz is alive still. Her halo was taken by Raguel only after Sariel, Sera, and Uriel walked in on the gory scene. A part of Leviathan's punishment is to have half of her face and body be reminiscent of her sister for all of eternity. That artistic spark and sense of fashion is all Ziz, Leviathan just stole it.

While being one of the lowest classes of Angels in Heaven, Leviathan is the only sin to technically still have a halo.. even if it's not outward. It burns sometimes in Levi's throat I imagine. Levi is incapable of having healthy relationships, while Mammon struggles he could be worked around in order to maintain healthy distance with someone. However, his relationship with Levi is anything but healthy. Levi is temperamental, always assuming the worst, the definition of "you KNOW other women???". Levi is also the type of person to hold back any grievances in order to appear socially acceptable and then blow up at someone for not being a mind reader. Mammon has to walk on glass around her, which is notably hard for him. They fight a lot but Mammon keeps coming back. Partially because he can't let anything go, but also partially because he understands your sin ruining your ability to maintain any social aspects of your life. Who else is going to put up with her if not him? Who would put up with him if not her or the people he literally PAYS to stick around? And the part he wont acknowledge, having Levi is almost like having Ziz again. Almost. Levi on the other hand, absolutely knows why Mammon sticks around. She finds comfort in the fact that he is a social disaster, in turn making her look better. She knows he'll always come back. It's a constant that she really needs to keep around. If he wants to pretend he still has her sister, then he sure can do that. She'll just yell at him when it gets to be too much later.

Anyway I love her, she's so fucked up. I have more thoughts really but this is a LONG ASS POST-

[haologram]

araneae 🕸️ k.sy (teaser)

🕸️ synopsis: when you realize your friend (with benefits) actually has feelings for you, a tangled web of lies and avoidance ensues. 🕸️ genre: friends with benefits au ; big dummy dumb idiots to lovers because it's the only trope ever ; ta x student dynamics ; fluff, angst & eventual smut (surprise?) 🕸️ pairing: zoology ta!kwon soonyoung x marine biology major!reader | side pairings: joshua hong x sana minatozaki ; vernon chwe x roh jisun (fromis_9) ; mentions of reader x yuta nakamoto (nct) 🕸️ word count: 2.8k | full fic: i don't fuckin' know but hopefully under 20k. 🕸️ rating: 18+. minors do not interact i beg. 🕸️ warnings: mentions of knife play (none involved), alcohol, mentions of protected sex (dw it'll get freaky later), mentions of cum, loss of virginity talk, mentions of marijuana (stoner!hoshi be off the honeypacks!!), they're naked for most of this snippet. a lot of parties later in the fic, just wait LOL. 🕸️ what to listen to: good kisser - usher ; magic stick - lil' kim ; more to come.

LAST YEAR – Sunday, October 23.

You were never opposed to a nice Halloween party. Lots of thematic drinks, stupid boys dressed as Ghostface trying to explore knife kinks, and girls going all out with their glitter make-up and tinsel in their hair for the optimal fairy costume. 

You loved a good Halloween party, music blasting out of the speakers that were stolen from the AV Club by the softer version of the Beta Tau Omega brothers. Dancing with strangers in sweat-soaked facades, and waking up with smeared face paint all over your neck and shoulders from whatever disguised hook-up you'd taken home that night.

Last night's rager had to have been one for the books, because you have no idea how you ended up in this absolute mess of a bedroom – owned by none other than your close friend, Kwon Soonyoung. The same Kwon Soonyoung who also happens to TA the class you've put off taking for the last two years, and are set to start taking the upcoming spring semester.

The same Kwon Soonyoung that was related to the wife of the Dean, and the same Kwon Soonyoung that showed up everywhere stoned or ready to get stoned. The very same Kwon Soonyoung that made infused pre-rolls and edibles for nearly the entire campus…for free. Even you could see that was a horrible business call, and you were a Science major.

Soonyoung who helped people sneak kittens into their dorm rooms and make homes for them under lofted beds. Soonyoung, who taught a dance class and self-defense class back to back, so he was never free until after nine at night. Soonyoung who made hanging out seem like he was trying to get into your pants because he was just naturally flirtatious (and somehow, still absolutely bitchless.)

Soonyoung who you've kissed twice since meeting him two years ago, both times at Halloween parties hosted by his stupid fraternity. Soonyoung, who has had his hand up your skirt twice before someone interrupts you by asking if he has any weed at hand. He always does, and it's always in his car or his bedroom. He always goes, and a part of you, no matter how into it you may be, knows it's for the best. He keeps his circle small, of friends that is. You were added to the mix sometime after your first Halloween party (and first kiss together) your  freshman year, when he slammed into you in the middle of the economics hallway, breaking your laptop in the process. He'd felt so bad he took you to Best Buy that same night and shelled out two grand for a new one and even invited you out to lunch the next day.

He did not remember making out at all. To be fair, neither did you until the digital photos came back and he texted you a picture of the two of you kissing against the Beta Tau insignia on the wall. You were so embarrassed you avoided him for a week after, but he quickly forced you out of your dorm for a movie night. The two of you became fast friends, bonding over silly little things and enjoying each other's company – but it didn't stop the rumors from flying that you were a freshman stealing a guy from the sophomores. 

You remember that he adamantly denied any and every dating rumor flung your way, and even went as far as distancing himself from you for a bit – but when you tried to pull the same move he had earlier that year, he said maybe it was best for the two of you to remain friends from a distance. You didn't speak to him for the rest of the year, choosing to spend your time with friends your age and even dating a transfer student named Yuta Nakamoto, who was also in Soonyoung's year.

When word got around, Soonyoung was pissed – but didn't attempt to rekindle your friendship. He still followed you on Instagram, and still felt a bit of anger puddle in his stomach as he liked photo after photo of the two of you together, biting his tongue at the empty smile you held by his side.

This continued well into summer, and he saw the two of you take a trip to Jeju Island together, before breaking up the following week. Soonyoung heard from your friend, Nagyung, that he was transferring back and neither of you wanted to try long-distance. 

The following school year, he watched as you got recruited by sorority after sorority – eventually joining his frat's sister sorority, Alpha Sigma Delta. You hardly had to rush, the girls actively pushing you to pledge and you were far too nice to say no. 

You saw him again for the first time at the Halloween party planning, when you and your fellow pledges were tasked with helping the frat pledges in hauling in liquor. You weren't very happy about it, but Soonyoung whisked you away without a word from you, telling everyone that he needed your help with a certain task.

That task? "Can we talk?"

And you did. You talked, and talked, and talked. He even left at one point to get drinks for the two of you, returning to you fishing through his bag of pre-rolls for the ones infused with lemon balm. He smiled, telling you they were in his car, and you rolled your eyes at it.

You kissed at that party, too. It went further this time – the two of you on Seungcheol's balcony. The idea had been to go up to the roof and get crossed, but it seems a rather tipsy Soonyoung had other ideas. You didn't mind it, in fact you encouraged it – you slipped his hand up your latex dress, you let him slip your panties down your legs. "Hey, Hoshi! Do you have any pre-rolls?!" 

Just as he'd started undoing his pants.

"Fuck, I'm sorry baby."

"It's fine."

You passed out in his bedroom that time, too tired to go back to the sorority house with your sisters. You got out of clean-up, and Soonyoung left you a kimbap roll and an electrolyte drink on his nightstand, with a note asking how you got there 'haha.' 

It hadn't been fine. Again, neither of you remembered this happening until digitals were printed. And it was freshman year all over again – except this time, Soonyoung stuck around. Soonyoung defended you tooth and nail, and even dropped a few of his friends that bad-mouthed you. When you asked him about it, he shrugged, "Nothing wrong with kissing your friends every once in a while." So, here you are. Again.

The third year in a row you and your stupid friend have made out, and somehow, you're in his bed. There's no other explanation as for why your underwear is across the room, hanging off his lamp and why his head is gently laying on your chest. There's literally no other explanation.

"Soonyoung." You rasp, patting his cheek. He doesn't stir, but pouts into your bare breast. "Soonyoung." You speak louder, shaking him slightly as he peels open one of his eyes. 

"Yeah?" It takes him a moment to realize that it's you, sprinkled with glitter from his eye look last night and practically doused in his saliva.

"Oh, fuck." He just furrows his brows, rolling off your chest with a groan. He sits up at the edge of the bed, surveying the room before realizing he's got no pants on. "Son of a bitch. Did we…Yup. Yup, it's right there." His painted fingernails point at the discarded condom atop his dresser, flung hastily in a half-asleep attempt, most likely. You sigh, letting your head fall back on your pillow with a hmph. He does the same, his fingers only reaching up slightly to close the blinds with a jerk of the liftcord.

"You think it was good?" You ask with a small smile, and he snorts. "It was with you, I doubt it would've been bad."

Silence permeates the air again, before he sees your bare bottom half also covered in glitter. You have a tattoo on your hip that you didn't have when you first met. It's a stick-and-poke kitten. "Nice tattoo." "Thanks, I got it on Jeju Island." "When you and Yuta went?" "Yup." "Cool." He sits up, peering down at you with tired eyes. "What'd you see in that guy, anyway?"

"Hm?" "Yuta." "Oh. You want the truth?" It's like being nude in front of each other isn't a big deal. It's like having slept together after years of being in limbo means nothing. It's all so normal, the way you allow him to practically eye fuck you.

"I was sad you stopped being my friend." He blinks at you, watching the way you carefully pick at a thread loose in his comforter. You pull it out, discarding it behind you with a soft smile. "Does that answer your question?" "You fucked another guy because I stopped being your friend?" He asks incredulously, and you shrug. "Not just, but it was a large reason."

"You lost your virginity to him." His eyes are wide, and you shrug once more, nodding your head. "Yup." "Did he make you cum?" "Soonyoung-" "Did he?"

You sigh, patting his comforter. "Not the first couple of times, no. He got better at it, though. It was decent." 

Nodding, he clears his throat.

"Do you think I-" "Maybe. I don't know. I don't remember much, just the Pink Whitney Mingyu gave me." "Mingyu does love his Pink Whitney." You flip onto your back again, staring at the glow-in-the-dark stars on his ceiling. Tucking your hands behind your head, you speak again. "Do you think I went down on you?" "There's lipstick on my tip." "What color?" "Uhh…wine red." You wipe a finger across your bottom lip, the small amount of residue a bloody, Cabernet red. "Hm. Checks out."

The air feels…comfortable.

"Wanna shower?" "Yeah." "Can I shower with you?" "Yeah, Soonie."

The two of you stretch simultaneously, before rolling to the side of the bed and standing up. He grabs the discarded condom off the dresser, holding it like a used tissue and taking it to the bin. You dig through his dresser for a towel, and he fishes out something for you to wear.

"Boxers okay?" "Hm, I prefer briefs." "On me or on you?" "Your underwear choices are your business." He holds up a pair of Spiderman briefs. You bite back your laugh and nod silently, extending your hand for them.

He disappears into his bathroom, flickering lights on and turning the shower head on. "Hot?" "Boiling." "Got it."

The both of you get in, and you close your eyes as the water pelts your back. Soonyoung says nothing as he moves your hair off your shoulders and away from your face, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "You should've asked me." He mumbles, reaching for the shampoo in the caddy behind you. Peeling your eyes open, you look up at him with a confused stare. "Asked you for what?" He shrugs, holding the shampoo bottle upside down over his hand and squirting some out. "I would've made you cum the first time." You snort, shoving his chest lightly. "Yeah, well…you didn't. It's fine." "This isn't weird to you?" "What? Showering together?" "After fucking, yeah." "Could be worse." "How?" "I could be that girl you've been flirting with since last year, wondering when you're going to text her back." "Who? Yujin?" "Yeah." "I'm not flirting with her, what made you think that?" "Stolen glances, flirty touches, you give her pre-rolls all the time." He rolls his eyes as he cards his fingers through your hair, his dull nails scrubbing your scalp gently. Your eyes flutter shut, and he huffs. "I give everyone pre-rolls." "Because you're a horrible business magnate." 

"No, because I'm nice." You smile without opening your eyes, your hands reaching out to touch his chest. His body feels good under your fingertips, you realize. "Are you mad you don't remember any of it?" "Furious." He mutters, gently tilting your head back to wash the soap out. You can't see the way he's looking at the sweet slope of your neck, just barely making out small nips of his teeth across your throat. Your necklace hangs nicely. The rest of the shower remains silent, as he carefully washes you before himself. His attention to detail is insane, the way his fingers hold the washcloth taut so he can feel every inch of you. He has to commit this to memory.

After, you're drying your hair with a random t-shirt he gave you. He remembers you told him that towels can be too rough for your hair texture sometimes. It's only when you're brushing your teeth with a brand new toothbrush he pulled from his cabinets that he speaks. "Let me change my bedsheets." "Don't wanna lay in the sin of fucking your friend, do ya?" The navy blue sheets are quickly replaced by ones with light grey ditsy floral print, and his comforter is shoved off and replaced by a few throw blankets. He watches as you change his pillowcases, only looking away when he hears his phone ping.

Msg From: Cheol [9:32am] hosh [9:32am] who is the girl in ur room and is she missing a pair of cat ears

"What was your costume last night?" He asks, and you snort. "I was a sexy witch." He smiles to himself as he picks up his phone.

Msg To: Cheol [9:33am] not missing a pair of cat ears [9:34am] and it's y/n

Your head snaps up when you hear a pair of feet thundering up the stairs, followed by silence. You give him an odd look, only to hear excited giggles down the hall and the pitter-patter of two adult men coming towards Soonyoung's room. You cross your arms as you hear the door creak open, an expectant look on your face as Jeonghan and Seungcheol's noses appear through the crack. "Hey, Y/N. Fancy seeing you here." Jeonghan remarks sweetly, and you just roll your eyes.

"He wasn't bluffing." He whispers to Seungcheol, receiving an annoyed huff from Soonyoung. "If you're done intruding on my personal business, I'd appreciate it if you left. The pledges still need to clean up last night's mess." Jeonghan gives you a wry look. "Can I say something and you don't get upset?" "If it's about sex, I will punch you in that pretty face of yours." You say pointedly, fluffing the pillow in your hand before throwing it onto his bed. Jeonghan purses his lips, nodding before sliding out from under Seungcheol. He nods his head, a satisfied look on his face. "Have a good…don't fuck too loud, okay?" Soonyoung barely misses Seungcheol's face with the charger he throws across the room, his giggle being heard in the hallway as he barrels down the stairs.

"Idiots." He huffs, running a hand through his damp hair as you flop onto the bed. "You don't mind if I stay here a bit? My head's killing me."

He lays down next to you, a sigh escaping his lips.

"You okay, Soonie?" Turning only his head, he scans your face. Tired eyes lined with thick lashes, plump lips covered by the Aquaphor in his bathroom. Slightly unkempt brows and your shoulder tattoo peeking out from the collar of his shirt on your frame.

"Kitty?" You grimace at the pet name, one he christened you with when the two of you met. He'd been dressed up as a cowboy, and dancing with a skeleton that was stolen from the comparative anatomy students (with the help of Junhui, of course.) He also had a lit joint between his fingers, one that sprinkled ash over your newly healed shoulder tattoo and made you yelp in pain.

"Shit, I'm sorry, kitty." He quickly put it out in a nearby ashtray, dusting your shoulder of any ash residue. "It's fine, it's fine. Just…can I get a hit?"

"Yeah?" He sits up, leaning against his bed frame before looking down at you.  "Would it be weird if I asked to try again?"

You glance up at him, an amused smile playing on your lips. "Try what again, exactly?"

He clears his throat, a beet red blush coating his cheeks. "You said Yuta didn't make you cum. And we don't know if I made you cum. So…can I have a redemption round?"

You've sat up at this point, a small laugh falling from your lips as you push your hair back, "You want to fuck me?"

"I can just go down on you, if, uh…if that's what you'd prefer." He stutters, mentally cursing himself. You glance at him, eyes scanning his face. "And we're still friends after this? You won't dump me?"

"I won't. I promise. Cross my heart, kitty." He holds his pinky finger out, insinuating you link yours. Sighing, you do just that. "Fine. Hop to, I want breakfast."

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[duckieduccss]

SPACE CHICKEN!!!🐓 💫

HERE IT IS!!! The full Gigan fanart i promised id get to eventually & now it’s finally finished!!! My fav space chicken that makes me smile sm everytime i see his silly goofy self✨✨ You have no idea how desperately excited i was to finally make this

I also went ahead & actually sorta stylized him a lil thanks to me having somewhat of an idea for him. More like making MY OWN version of him along with a few additional headcanons to go along with him.

My idea was to make him actually shorter & i also decided to play with the idea of him being chubbier (he’s a short chubby king). For reference, he’s shorter than Megalon (slightly bit half more than his buddy’s height). Tho the moment he gets his “upgrade” (Final Wars) it immediately gives him the biggest ego boost to boast about he’s then better than anyone else. For the most part, he’s pretty selfish but shows to have a soft spot for his bestie Megs (& maybe sometimes his own family)

(Here’s a rough size comparison to better get an idea of how short he is lol (also featuring a quick doodle of drawing Megs for the first time🥺)

[jjjjeonww]

lee jihoon - what kind of future

angst angst angst. rushed this so its not good!! will create a better version later!!

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Jihoon paced back and forth in his small bedroom, his heart heavy with a maelstrom of emotions he couldn't begin to untangle. He kept glancing at the calendar, counting down the days until your birthday. You would be turning 20, a whole year older than his 19 years. It was a silly thing to focus on, but in that moment, the age difference felt like an insurmountable chasm between them. (Even though it was only a year..)

He replayed your interactions in his mind, trying to decipher the true nature of your feelings. Did you really like him as more than just a cute junior, or was he fooling himself? There had been moments, stolen glances and lingering touches, that made him think maybe, just maybe, you reciprocated his affections. But then there were other times when you seemed to pull away, putting up walls he couldn't breach no matter how hard he tried.

Jihoon collapsed onto his bed, burying his face in the pillow that still carried a faint hint of your perfume. He inhaled deeply, letting the scent fill his lungs and transport him back to happier times. Times when he could hold your hand without hesitation, when he could make you laugh until tears streamed down your face. Times when the future seemed bright and full of promise.

But now, that future was uncertain, hazy and out of reach. He wanted to believe that you both could make it work, no matter what obstacles stood in the way. But the doubt lingered, gnawing at him like a persistent ache he couldn't shake. Was he good enough for you? Did he deserve a chance at a future with a girl like you?

He remembered the way your parents had looked at him with disdain, their eyes filled with a mixture of contempt and pity. They saw him as a distraction, a fling that their precious daughter needed to outgrow. And maybe they were right. Maybe you would eventually realize that you could do so much better than a boy from the wrong side of town.

The thought made Jihoon's heart clench painfully in his chest. He couldn't bear the idea of losing you, of never seeing your smile again or hearing your melodic laughter. But he also couldn't stand the idea of holding you back, of being the reason you settled for less than you deserved. He sat up abruptly, running a hand through his disheveled hair.

Meanwhile you sat in your lavishly decorated bedroom, surrounded by the trappings of a life of privilege. You stared at your reflection in the ornate mirror, barely recognizing the girl who stared back at you. Your eyes, usually sparkling with life and vitality, looked dull and lifeless. Your skin, once a radiant and flawless canvas, now appeared sallow and worn from the endless tears and sleepless nights.

You had always known that your parents had high expectations for your life. They had groomed you from a young age to be the perfect student - poised, graceful, and destined for greatness. But none of that mattered anymore. All you could think about was the aching void in your chest, the hollow emptiness that had taken up residence since you had walked away from Jihoon.

Your mind drifted to the countless moments you had shared together, the inside jokes and secret smiles that had made you feel alive in a way you never had before. You remembered the way his hand felt in yours, the way his eyes crinkled when he laughed at something silly you said. You remembered the way he looked at you, like you were the most beautiful girl in the world, and it made you feel cherished and adored.

But more than anything, you remembered the way he had looked at you when you walked away from him. The utter devastation and heartbreak etched into every line of his handsome face. You had wanted to run back to him, to throw yourself into his arms and beg him to forgive you for being so foolish. But you had hesitated, and in that moment of hesitation, you had lost him.

And so the memories of that day still haunts him. Even more than they do to you. And Jihoon's always wondering, "What kind of future, is the right one for us?"

[kiestrokes]

Day 22: Jung Wooyoung | NSFW

▸ Idol: Jung Wooyoung of ATEEZ ▸ Rating: NSFW. Mature (18+) Minors DNI. ▸ Genre: active WIP, foreplay, sexual tension, feelings, slice of life. ▸ Vibe: this was the first ever fic idea that I had for ATEEZ back in 2023, I just was trying to find a plotline for it, aside from just a WooSan!threesome. College bestie Woo, hot neighbor San, eventual smut. Parts are loosely based on my funny irl experiences of my 20's. And I mean loosely, I didn't fuck any of my friends. ▸ Warnings: language, miscommunications, feelings of betrayal, bisexual struggles, soft angst and hurt feelings.

Sexually Explicit Content: sexual tension, consented kissing, over the clothes touch of the vagina, cuddling, idk there's nothing really here imo.

🗝️ Note: Has not beta-ed by me or anyone else. THIS IS A WIP! (it is being posted for my wipmas.) It is not complete; this is very much a rough outline/first run through. So I consulted my big three @chans-room @minisugakoobies @minttangerines for the special version of todays WIP-mas. Thank you kindly for putting up with me. Enjoy the king prawn meme edition of this 🤗 full text version at the end for those the photos won't load for!

Disclaimers: This is a work of fiction; I do not own any of the idols depicted below.

「 25 Hours: Hard, Soft and WIP-mas Masterlist 」

College friend Wooyoung. You’re in a coed dorm. You first meet Woo making out with another guy and just assume he’s gay.

The two of you go about your blooming friendship with no hiccups. He’s affectionate and cuddly with everyone so it never lingers in your mind to be more. Him sleeping over, cuddling, morning woods, dirty dancing, kisses.

Until you’re graduated and moved into an apartment together. You’re in the kitchen doing something. One of Wooyoungs causal partners compliments your butt and you’re surprised.

Wooyoung speaks up “right? She has a fantastic ass.”

“Since when do you look at my butt?”

“I’ve always looked at your butt.”

You shrug it off knowing how hyper sexual he is. Until you’re at a holiday party and see Wooyoung come out of the bathroom with a woman.

You’re confused.

One of your friends asks you why, you explain Wooyoung is gay.

“Well yes he’s bisexual.”

“What?” They laugh thinking you’re joking, “wait you didn’t know? I thought you two were” they hand motion.

You blink confused and text your college roommate. They confirm, informing your Wooyoung has given them several orgasms. The room spins and you excuse yourself. Leaving on your own.

Stumbling up your stairs since the elevator is broken. You slip on something and the new neighbor catches you.

Wooyoung comes running up then, greeting the neighbor and taking you into your apartment.

You blurt out “you’re not gay?”

Woo puts your shoes away and turns to you confused.

“Of course I am.”

He gets down on his knees to help you of out your tights like always. You stop him.

“No Woo you’re bisexual.”

He smiles at you, “yes silly.”

His smile slowly falls as you stare deadly at him. “Wait- you didn’t- how?”

He sits back, fingers braced on your calf for balance.

“Can we just go to sleep?”

You stand, after brushing his hand off. Wooyoung catches your wrist.

“Wait are you mad at me?”

You sigh, “no im just confused, we can talk about this tomorrow.”

His thumb traces circles over your pulse. “Ok.”

He leans in to give you his usual goodnight kiss and you pull away. The hurt written on his face. He lets you go to bed. The next morning he’s peaking in. You call him over and he wastes no time climbing in and cuddling you.

“I thought you knew.”

“It’s my fault for being so focused on my studies.”

“No!” You lay there listening to his heartbeat.

“Are you disappointed?”

“Why would I be disappointed?”

“Everyone loves a gay best friend. Bisexual is like the knock off verison.”

Woo looks sad, you sit up to look down at him.

“Bisexuals are definitely not the knock off gays. You can’t help what gender or non gender you’re attracted to.”

He reaches up to stroke your bottom lip, “you didn’t let me kiss you goodnight.”

You tug his hand down.

“It’s just a little different right now.”

Woo nods.

Things are kind of back to normal.

Both of you are crushing on the hot new neighbor. You haven’t let Woo kiss you goodnight. He’s sad but respects your boundary. Until it boils over one night and you two fight.

“I just miss kissing you goodnight.”

“You fucked my college roommate but never me, was I not good enough.”

Wooyoung gapes at you, hands tugging on his hair at the temples. Gets up. Paces and comes back.

“You were beyond good enough. So good I didn’t want to risk losing the friendship we were growing.”

You stare at him and then he scoots forward to take your hands in his.

“I never fucked you because you’re so much more than a causal lay to me.”

You nod. You let him kiss you goodnight that night, it’s like everything snaps. There’s a gasp and then Wooyoung has you pressed into the wall, more than a goodnight kissing you. You cling to him and his hand trails down your body. Heel of his hand pressing into your clothed cunt.

“Ahh Wooyoung” you gasp into the side of his neck.

And he backs off. Bracing a hand on the wall next to you.

“Sorry sorry. I’ve just been so worked up about our relationship that I haven’t gotten laid.”

He kisses your cheek and heads to bed without another word.

© COPYRIGHT 2021 - 2024 by kiestrokes  All rights reserved. No portion of this work may be reproduced without written permission from the author. This includes translations.

[peaterookie]

Lupin Week 2024 Day 4: AUs and Mythology

Goemon's face looks like he's seen a ghost.

ahhhh god ok my stupid stupid silly au i made a year ago.... this will be a bit long so get ready

tldr: lupin died, the gang is alive. goemon finds lupin but he's a shark merman!? and lupin remembers nothing!!!

long version:

so this AU follows upon the story of shin lupin, which basically, the gang gets killed off by zenigata because he rigged an island full of explosives.

instead of them all dying however, lupin decides to knock the gang unconscious and find a way for them to escape off the island safely, leaving only him in the island to die.

the rest of the gang had no idea how they escaped and assumed that lupin had sacrificed himself for them. they woke up adrifted on the ocean until they eventually got picked up by a ship where the invisible captain from new adventures returns. but ah ill spare the details for another day

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2 years have passed and the gang just kinda separated to do their own thing. we'll only focus on goemon cuz he's the featured character of this comic.

goemon decided to escape the life of crime that has burdened him for years living as a part of the lupgang. he's mostly a wanderer now and tries to do good and help people along the way

funnily enough, goemon is not the first person to find lupin, but I'll talk about this later. but goemon is definitely very mixed about seeing his friend who he thought was dead for years. he doesn't know whether to be happy or worried.

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lupin, at the brink of death after the explosion, plummets down the ocean and wakes up one day, feeling like he's been rebirthed!

essentially, lupin became a merman because right before he could die, his body (i mean what's left of it 💀) interacted with a magic crystal that has the ability to grant life to a living being.

It's really rare, but it exists in clusters deep in the ocean floor or- deep under the rocks of an island :) you can say im bullshitting, which i am but i dont think exploding an entire island down to every rock has happened before, so it can kinda make sense why something so coincidental about these crystals could happen. (I AM TOTALLY MAKING EXCUSES I JUST WANTED TO MAKE LUPIN A MERMAN.)

and so these crystals used whats left of lupins body and reassembled him back, and idk other essences of the ocean to make him a merman!

the memories of his past life have definitely been buried deep inside his brain to the point he can't remember any of it though, so he thinks that he was born under the ocean and has lived there for his entire life. other than that he retains almost everything about himself, down to stealing stupid shit and messing with humans just for the fucks of it. he's kinda seen as like a nessie.

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anyways, y'know how i said goemon wasn't the first one to meet lupin? that's because lupin has met zenigata before!

living a life with only fishes around means lupin's kinda lonely and likes to stalk humans sometimes. the interaction with him and zenigata did not end well though, and lupin has no idea why zeni wants him dead so much.

after that he's way more cautious around people that look like zenigata- hatted big men with guns. its gonna be fun once he sees jigen.

ok what else... i think that's all i want to reveal now. will i do more of this? maybe. maybe not. kinda embarrassed of this because of how silly it is but i hope you people find this interesting! byebye

[earthlybeam]

🎄🎁Merry Christmas everyone🎉✨

✨👑🏵️ 𝓖𝓲𝓵-𝓰𝓪𝓵𝓪𝓭 🏵️👑✨

how would the elves react to this?

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Gil-Galad Version below. (reader/you are his lover). Featuring what I wrote below is: Building a Snowman (With a Twist), Snowball Fight, Sledging Adventure, Snow Angel.

👑𝓖𝓲𝓵-𝓰𝓪𝓵𝓪𝓭

Building a Snowman (With a Twist)

🜲 You’d been pestering Gil-galad for weeks about building a snowman together, insisting that it was a tradition among mortals that he simply must experience. At first, he gave you a patient but skeptical look, as if trying to comprehend why a High King of the Noldor should concern himself with shaping snow into whimsical figures. However, your unyielding enthusiasm—and perhaps the way your eyes sparkled when you talked about it—eventually broke through his composure. Finally, on a crisp winter’s day in Lindon, he relented. “Very well,” he said with the faintest sigh, though the corners of his lips twitched into the hint of a smile. “Show me how it’s done.” The two of you had spent the afternoon knee-deep in fresh snow, laughing and working side by side to create the perfect snowman. Despite his initial reservations, Gil-galad quickly took to the task, his long, elegant hands expertly packing the snow into smooth, sturdy shapes. Of course, his precision and attention to detail were not surprising; even in this, the High King brought an almost regal air of craftsmanship to what was, in truth, a rather silly activity.

🜲 “You’re taking this very seriously,” you teased, watching as he knelt to smooth out a slight imperfection on the base layer of the snowman. “Should I be worried that you’ll declare yourself Snowman King next?” He paused, glancing up at you with a raised eyebrow and a faint, amused glimmer in his silver eyes. “If a crown is involved,” he said dryly, “perhaps I’ll consider it.” The snowman began to take shape—a broad, sturdy base, a smaller middle layer, and a perfectly round head perched on top. It was coming together beautifully, and you couldn’t help but admire how effortlessly Gil-galad seemed to adapt to the task. Still, as you reached the finishing touches, you decided that things were perhaps a little too perfect. You’d been crafting the snowman’s face, diligently placing pebbles for eyes, but your gaze drifted to the carrot meant for its nose. A mischievous idea struck you, and before you could think better of it, you acted.

🜲 Casually, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, you placed the carrot somewhere decidedly lower on the snowman’s body. Stepping back, you tried to keep a straight face as you admired your handiwork. The snowman now had an undeniably inappropriate flair, and you bit your lip to stifle a laugh, hoping to see how long it would take Gil-galad to notice. When he finally turned to inspect your progress, his gaze traveled up and down the snowman, lingering on the oddly-placed carrot. For a moment, there was silence. Then his eyes widened, and he froze. A soft huff escaped his lips, as if he were too stunned to form words. Slowly, he turned his piercing gaze to you, one elegant brow arched in disbelief. “You…” he began, his deep voice steady but tinged with incredulity. “You did this.” It wasn’t a question. His tone was calm—too calm���but the sparkle in his eyes betrayed his amusement.

🜲 You broke into laughter, unable to contain yourself any longer. “I thought it added… character,” you said between giggles. He exhaled sharply, shaking his head, though the faintest smile tugged at the corners of his lips. “A bold choice,” he murmured, stepping closer to the snowman and folding his arms. “Hardly befitting of such a noble creation.” His gaze flickered to you, his expression a perfect mixture of disapproval and amusement. “Though, I must admit, it’s certainly… memorable.” You opened your mouth to respond, but before you could, Gil-galad turned his full attention to you. The shift in his demeanor was subtle but unmistakable; the playful light in his eyes softened into something warmer, more intimate. His lips curled into a teasing smile as he stepped closer, the faint crunch of snow beneath his boots the only sound. “I see you’ve taken the opportunity to add a bit more… personality to our creation,” he said, his deep voice now low and velvety, filled with a quiet amusement that sent a shiver down your spine.

🜲 Before you could respond, his hand reached out, brushing a stray snowflake from your hair. His fingers lingered, trailing lightly down to your shoulder as he tilted his head to study you. “I suspect,” he continued softly, his silver eyes fixed on yours, “that you enjoy testing my patience. You do realize that this will require some… retaliation.” You couldn’t help but grin, your cheeks flushed—not just from the cold, but from the way his voice dipped, the way his gaze lingered on you. “Retaliation?” you teased, though your voice wavered slightly under his intense gaze. “And what exactly does that mean?” He leaned in closer, his breath warm against your chilled skin. “Let’s just say,” he murmured, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear, “next time, I’ll be the one to add a creative touch to our snowman.” Before you could protest—or perhaps encourage him—his lips captured yours in a kiss, slow and deliberate, the warmth of it chasing away the winter chill. For a moment, the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you standing together in the snow. When he pulled back, his expression was softer, his amusement replaced by a quiet tenderness. “Though,” he added with a small, playful smile, “I doubt I could ever match your level of mischief.”

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Snowball Fight:

🜲 It had taken a fair bit of cajoling and no small amount of playful teasing to convince Gil-galad to join you in a snowball fight. He had regarded you at first with his usual regal composure, arms crossed, his silver eyes alight with faint amusement as he listened to your proposal. “A snowball fight?” he repeated, his tone rich with disbelief. “I am the High King of the Noldor, not… a child frolicking in the snow.” You grinned, undeterred by his lofty protests. “Exactly,” you said with a sly look. “Which is why I think you’ll be terrible at it. You’re too dignified, too… serious. You’d probably spend more time lecturing the snow on diplomacy than actually throwing it.” His brows arched at your boldness, but there was a glimmer of something playful in his gaze—a spark you knew well, though he often kept it buried beneath layers of royal decorum. “Terrible at it?” he echoed, his voice low, almost challenging. “You doubt my abilities?”

🜲 “Prove me wrong,” you said with a shrug, already scooping a handful of snow. “Unless, of course, you’re worried about losing to me.” That did it. Gil-galad’s expression shifted ever so slightly, his lips curling into the faintest smirk, and you knew you had him. He removed his cloak with deliberate grace, folding it neatly and setting it aside as though preparing for battle. “Very well,” he said, his deep voice carrying a tone of mock seriousness. “But do not expect me to go easy on you.” The fight began with you hurling the first snowball, a clumsy but enthusiastic toss that missed him entirely. Gil-galad didn’t even flinch, watching as the snow sailed harmlessly past him. “You’ll need better aim than that,” he remarked, bending down to gather snow in his own hands. You quickly realized that you’d underestimated him. Gil-galad moved with the effortless grace of an elf, dodging your snowballs with infuriating ease. He ducked, sidestepped, and weaved through the flurry of snow you sent his way, his dark hair gleaming in the winter sunlight. When he finally retaliated, his precision was uncanny. The first snowball struck your shoulder with just enough force to make you yelp, and the second landed neatly against your arm before you could even recover. “You weren’t exaggerating about that aim of yours,” you muttered, half-laughing, half-exasperated as you tried to dodge his next throw. “You challenged a warrior-king to a duel,” Gil-galad said, his tone dry but laced with amusement. “Did you think I would not take it seriously?”

🜲 The fight continued, with you managing to land a few lucky hits—one on his side and another near his knee, which made him pause and give you a look that was equal parts impressed and amused. But it was clear that he was holding back, his movements quick and calculated, his snowballs landing with a precision that made you feel like a hapless novice. Finally, as you crouched behind a makeshift mound of snow, gathering what you hoped would be a perfect throw, Gil-galad seized his opportunity. Before you could react, a perfectly-formed snowball hit you square in the chest, the force of it knocking you backward into the snow. You let out a startled gasp as the cold seeped through your clothes, and when you looked up, Gil-galad was standing over you, his expression impossibly smug. “I suppose you’ve learned that a king’s aim is never to be underestimated,” he said, his deep voice carrying a rare warmth as he extended a hand to help you up. But instead of taking his hand, you grinned mischievously and grabbed his wrist, pulling him down into the snow beside you. He let out a surprised sound—something between a laugh and a groan—as he landed beside you, his composure momentarily slipping in the chaos of the moment. For a few seconds, the two of you rolled in the fresh powder, laughter mingling with the soft crunch of snow.

🜲 When you finally came to a stop, Gil-galad was leaning over you, his dark hair falling around his face like a curtain. His silver eyes were brighter than you’d ever seen them, his cheeks flushed faintly from the cold and exertion. “It seems,” you said breathlessly, grinning up at him, “that you’ve won.” He smiled, a rare and genuine expression that softened his usually reserved features. “Victory does have its rewards,” he murmured, his voice low and intimate. Leaning down, he pressed a soft kiss to your cheek, his lips cool from the winter air but warm enough to send a flutter through your chest. Before you could say anything, he tilted his head, brushing a stray lock of hair from your face as his lips found yours in a lingering kiss. The snow around you melted into the background, the cold forgotten as you lost yourself in the warmth of his touch. When he finally pulled back, his expression was filled with quiet affection, the playful edge still lingering in his gaze. “Next time,” he said softly, brushing a dusting of snow from your hair, “perhaps you’ll think twice before challenging me.”

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Sledging Adventure:

🜲 The morning air was sharp with winter’s chill, and each breath you took formed delicate clouds of mist that floated away in the crisp air. The landscape before you was blanketed in fresh snow, the world around you sparkling in the early sunlight. As you made your way up the hill with your sled in tow, the crunch of your boots against the snow echoed in the stillness. Behind you, Gil-galad followed with a quiet grace, his every movement flowing with the kind of poise that spoke of a life lived in nobility and elegance. His silver eyes flicked from you to the hill ahead, clearly assessing the situation. He seemed perplexed, as though he were trying to determine the dignity of such an activity. “You’re certain this is an appropriate activity?” His voice, smooth and unyielding, carried a touch of skepticism, the corner of his dark brow lifting ever so slightly. “A king of Lindon, sliding down a hill on this… contraption?” He gestured vaguely toward the sled with a look of quiet disdain, though there was something in the glint of his eyes that suggested he wasn’t entirely opposed to the idea.

🜲 You smiled, brushing snow from your gloves before meeting his gaze. “Absolutely. I promise, Your Majesty, it will be an experience like no other,” you teased, taking another step toward the sleds. “Besides, don’t you think it’s time to prove your courage in a new arena?” A small, almost imperceptible twitch of his lips, the closest thing to a smile that he allowed himself, tugged at the corner of his mouth. “You believe this to be a test of courage?” His tone was lightly incredulous, his arms folding across his chest as if he were preparing for battle. “This is hardly the challenge you make it out to be.” You took a step closer, grinning mischievously. “Then prove it. Unless, of course, you’re afraid of being bested by someone with years of sledging experience.”Gil-galad’s eyes narrowed with the familiar gleam of competitive fire, that quiet intensity flaring up. “Afraid?” His voice dropped, smooth and deliberate, almost playful in its mockery. “Hardly.” He straightened up, his regal posture unwavering, though you could sense his shift into a more playful, yet determined mode. “But I warn you,” he said, his voice tinged with a quiet challenge. “Victory is not something I surrender lightly, even in… unconventional pursuits.”

🜲 You could feel the tension building between you, the unspoken promise of a challenge that neither of you would take lightly. With that, Gil-galad approached the sled with an air of careful deliberation, his every movement marked by the kind of precision that came naturally to him. As he lowered himself onto the sled, his posture was unwavering—no hint of discomfort, only the manner of a king who was determined not to be outdone. His long dark hair fell over his shoulders like a cloak, adding to the absurdity of the regal sight before you. You could hardly suppress your laughter as you, too, readied yourself, still shaking your head in disbelief at the sight of him preparing for such a childish activity with such dignity. “Very well, then,” he said, his voice now softened by a trace of amusement. “No need to overthink it. Hold on tight, keep your balance, and try not to fall off.” His words were teasing, but his eyes remained serious, though the playful spark was hard to miss.

🜲 You laughed, pushing off the ground as you hopped onto your own sled. “Sure, sure. Just don’t say I didn’t warn you,” you shot back, your grin wide and playful. The moment you both pushed off, the world around you exploded into motion. The hill was steeper than it had seemed from a distance, and the sleds picked up speed quickly, the wind biting at your face as the rush of snow followed you both down. You leaned forward into the ride, letting the momentum carry you, relishing in the familiar sensation of sledging. You stole a glance at Gil-galad, noticing that, despite his initial reservations, he was adapting with astonishing speed. He moved with fluid precision, his form cutting through the snow like a masterful dancer. There was something almost surreal about watching him: a king, dressed in regal tunic and fine boots, speeding down a snowy hill with the same poise he exhibited in his court. His movements were so effortless, so controlled, you might have thought he had spent lifetimes mastering the art of sledging, as if this was an ancient, forgotten tradition of his people. His face was alight with exhilaration, a rare and unguarded combination of focus and amusement. “Is this the best you can do?” he called to you over the sound of the wind, his voice full of teasing bravado. “You promised me a challenge.”

🜲 “Don’t get too cocky!” you shouted back, your voice breathless with the rush of the ride. You leaned into the sled harder, picking up speed, determined not to let him win so easily. Yet, even as you pushed yourself harder, you could see the glint of competitive fire in his eyes. He was coming for you. The two of you were neck and neck now, the end of the hill rushing up to meet you both, the ground below a blur of white and shadow. You could feel the strain in your arms as you fought to keep your balance, but you weren’t the only one exerting yourself. Gil-galad, ever the strategist, leaned harder into his sled, trying to cut you off at the last moment. It was a bold move, but perhaps a bit too bold. The world seemed to slow for a heartbeat as you saw him lean too far to one side, overestimating his balance. The edge of his sled caught a patch of rough snow, and with an audible jolt, he was flung from the sled entirely, his body soaring through the air before crashing into the snow. You watched, eyes wide, as he went face-first into the powder with an ungraceful WHUMP. For a moment, the air was still, and then you erupted in laughter, your breath coming in short bursts as you skidded to a halt at the bottom of the hill. “Oh my gods, Gil—are you okay?” You quickly leapt off your sled and hurried to him, your laughter still bubbling uncontrollably as you reached his side.

🜲 Gil-galad lay in the snow, his body sprawled in the most un-kingly fashion imaginable. Snow clung to his hair, his tunic, and his boots. The imprint of his face was perfectly marked in the snow where he had landed. The sight was so absurd, so out of character for him, that it took all your willpower not to collapse into another fit of giggles. He pushed himself up onto his elbows slowly, his expression unreadable for a moment. Snow clung to his lashes and the sharp planes of his face, but it didn’t seem to faze him. When his eyes met yours, they were filled with a dry, sarcastic look. “You planned this, didn’t you?” His voice was low, though you could hear the undertone of mock accusation. “You wanted to see the High King of the Noldor reduced to… this.” You nearly doubled over from laughing, your sides aching with the effort. “I didn’t do anything!” you managed between breaths. “That was all you and your ‘impeccable balance!’’

🜲 He sighed dramatically, brushing snow from his shoulders with a flourish that could only belong to a king. “Clearly, this hill was not adequately prepared for my skill,” he said, his lips twitching into the faintest of self-deprecating smirks. “Or perhaps you bewitched the snow itself.” Before you could offer a response, he scooped up a handful of snow and shoved it gently into your cheek. You gasped in mock indignation, surprised by his quick retaliation. “That’s for laughing,” he said, his voice warmer now, the affection in his tone unmistakable. You leaned in closer to him, brushing snow off his tunic as you glanced up at him with a teasing smile. “You know,” you murmured, your voice softer now, “you might have fallen, but I think you were having fun.” He looked down at you, his expression softening as his silver eyes met yours, a rare warmth in them despite the chill of the day. “Perhaps,” he admitted, his voice quiet. And then, with a knowing glint in his eye, he added, “But I warn you, next time I will not be so careless—or so merciful.” Before you could respond, his lips were on yours in a soft, lingering kiss. The snowflakes surrounding you seemed to vanish, leaving only the warmth of his touch and the thrill of the moment between you. When he finally pulled back, a smile tugged at the corners of his lips. “Now,” he said, his voice full of mischief, “I believe a rematch is in order. Unless, of course, you’re afraid?” As you laughed and nodded in agreement, you knew this playful competition was far from over—and that you’d likely be laughing your way through every moment with him.

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Snow Angel:

🜲 The snow was still, a perfect blanket of white covering the landscape, and the quiet was only interrupted by the sound of your boots crunching into the powder. You had been walking for a while, the day bright with sunlight and the air crisp with winter’s chill. Gil-galad, tall and regal, was at your side, though you could see the traces of weariness on his face—a rare thing for a king so used to the constant demands of leadership. The day had been full of heavy conversations, matters of state, and responsibilities that seemed endless. With a grin, you decided it was time for something different. “I think it’s time for a break,” you said, your voice light. “Let’s make some snow angels.” Gil-galad turned to you, his sharp, silver eyes narrowing slightly. He seemed to be considering the suggestion carefully, as if the idea were foreign to him. “Snow angels?” He repeated, raising an eyebrow, his voice serious but betraying a note of curiosity. “This is not the sort of activity I am accustomed to.” His words were clipped, his regal air never faltering, but there was a glimmer of intrigue in his gaze. He clearly wasn’t quite sure what he was getting into.

🜲 You chuckled softly, brushing a bit of snow from your sleeve. “It’s simple. Relaxing. And I promise you, it will be fun,” you said, nudging him playfully. “You’ve had enough of ruling for today. Just let yourself be… well, normal for a bit.” Gil-galad gave you a skeptical look, but the faintest smile tugged at the corner of his lips. His jaw tightened briefly, but you could tell his resistance was beginning to crumble. “I do not know how I feel about the idea of… lying in the snow.” His voice was still serious, but there was a softness in his expression now, as though he were allowing himself to be swept along by your contagious enthusiasm. “But… I suppose I can entertain this notion, if only for a brief moment.” You grinned, feeling a sense of victory. “That’s the spirit! Come on, Your Majesty, follow my lead.” You dropped to the snow, spreading your arms and legs wide in a deliberate motion. The snow was soft beneath you, a perfect canvas for the simple art of snow angels.

🜲 Gil-galad hesitated for a moment, still standing and watching you. His brow furrowed slightly, and for a moment, you could see the kingly poise in his stillness, the weight of his many burdens. But then, with an almost imperceptible sigh, he knelt down, the snow crunching beneath him as he laid down carefully beside you. His movements were slow and deliberate, as though this was a task he had decided to approach with precision rather than abandon. He spread his arms and legs, but where your movements were quick and carefree, his were careful, every sweep of his limbs calculated with the perfection of a trained dancer. The snow around him seemed to bend to his will, and you couldn’t help but watch, impressed. His angel, when he finished, was a thing of delicate elegance, as if it were crafted by the hand of a master sculptor. Every line was graceful, every curve sharp and precise. It looked less like an angel and more like a regal figure, noble and untouchable. The king had created something that seemed more fitting for a statue than the playful, carefree snow angels you were used to. You chuckled softly, sitting up and brushing the snow from your clothes. “Well, that’s certainly… a very Gil-galad angel,” you said, teasing him as you stood beside your own much messier and more chaotic creation. Your angel had less grace but more personality—arms that weren’t quite even, legs slightly askew. It was playful, a little messy, but full of life.

🜲 Gil-galad slowly sat up, brushing snow from his tunic, and gazed at his creation with an approving nod. “It appears I have created an angel worthy of Lindon,” he said, his voice calm but laced with a quiet satisfaction. There was no boast in his words, only a quiet, kingly pride. You couldn’t help but laugh. “You know, I think that angel might be a bit too perfect,” you teased, raising an eyebrow. “Perfection is a burden, after all.” You winked at him, your playful grin never faltering. “But I suppose it’s expected of the High King of the Noldor.” Gil-galad turned his gaze toward you, his lips twitching into a small but genuine smile. There was a softness in his eyes, a warmth that had nothing to do with the cold air around you. He studied you for a moment, a glint of fond amusement in his expression. “Perhaps,” he said quietly, “but I find that your imperfection suits you.” His voice held an unexpected tenderness, the kind that only surfaced in moments like these—when the king wasn’t being the king and instead, was simply… himself.

🜲 You looked at him for a long moment, your heart warming despite the chill of the snow. There was something about the way he spoke, the way he saw you, that made everything feel a little more personal, a little more intimate. Before you could say anything more, you both burst into laughter, the sound of it ringing through the cold, crisp air. As the laughter settled, you couldn’t resist the urge to nudge him, your playful spirit still bubbling inside you. With a mischievous grin, you grabbed a small pile of snow and shoved it into his lap. “Is this how you repay your king?” he asked, his voice playful yet still carrying that regal undertone. His eyebrow arched in mock disapproval, but before he could retaliate, you pounced on him, laughing all the while. Gil-galad let out a startled laugh as you tackled him into the snow. “Careful,” he warned, though his voice was warm and filled with amusement, “I am still a king, you know.” He tried to shift beneath you, his arms reaching for leverage, but you were determined, wrestling him into the snow with a glee that only seemed to heighten his own laughter. He finally regained his balance, attempting to pin you in turn, but you were quick. It wasn’t long before you found yourself on top of him, straddling him in the snow. His breath was warm against your skin, his silver eyes softening as he looked up at you, his laughter fading into something quieter, more intimate. “You are a formidable opponent,” he murmured, his voice low, a hint of affection dancing beneath his words. “But I find it difficult to resist your charm, even in the snow.”

🜲 With that, he pulled you down toward him, his lips meeting yours in a kiss that was both tender and heated, as though the world around you had ceased to exist. The snow, the cold, even the kingdom seemed miles away as you lost yourself in the warmth of the moment. When he finally pulled away, his breath mingling with yours, he smiled. “Next time,” he said, his voice still soft, “I will have my revenge.” You smiled back, teasing him. “We’ll see about that, my king.” And as the world resumed around you—snow falling gently from the sky, the quiet of the land stretching out—there was only one thing on your mind: this moment, the two of you together, finding joy in something so simple as the snow.

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[angst-and-fajitas]

Sorry if ur not doing request anymore but can you please write something for Maddie and caspian and their son I beg of you. There’s no fanfiction in this fandom 🥺 and ur writing is so good

I should probably make it clear real quick that I don't do writing requests, BUT anon you are in LUCK, because I will gladly use this as an opportunity to PLUG MY LONGFIC WIP!!

May I introduce you to...."The Miracle of Backups"!!!

It has exactly what you're asking for: lots of Maddie and Caspian and Dave!! Lots of Maddspian, Kim-Keyes family fluff, and...some crushing angst too. Because that's how I roll 💖

Here's the summary:

"Unbeknownst to Caspian, Maddie makes a backup of his upload just before his fight with Holstrom. After he dies in the battle, she resurrects him. This does not solve their problems." "A chronicling of twenty years of love and loss shared by one small, damaged family amid a changing world."

So basically, this is a canon-divergence plot where nothing changes aside from the fact that Caspian gets resurrected from backup immediately following the end of episode 6. This immediately sparks another massive existential crisis for our boy, but ultimately means that he gets to live through that whole 20 years he would've otherwise missed. The fic will follow the entire 20 years of this AU, and will probably be around 45 chapters long. I have the whole thing outlined!

Features: digital first dates! the utter chaos of surprise teen pregnancy! A more focused and thorough exploration of human-UI politics! Maddie and Caspian being loving parents!! No one going to therapy even though they really need it! (eventually) Maddspian Marriage! Cool aunt Justine!

Anyways, I'm being silly here, but I'm intending this to be a very serious fic, and my approach to it is staunchly to keep it grounded in Pantheon's themes and Ken Liu's ideas, and in how the characters would realistically handle such a situation, with all the messiness that entails. Lots of love, lots of loss, and lots of messy relationships. It's pretty important that people be aware that this is not a fix-it fic at all.

Anyways again! Dave himself doesn't show up for several chapters, but what I have here for YOU, anon, who is so very kind, is an excerpt from a chapter in the middle of the fic, at around the 10 year mark.

Context: Maddie and her engineering team have just completed the first full version of the upload androids we see in s2 ep7 and 8. Now that they have to beta test it, Caspian is, inevitably, her first choice for this. The Kim family heads to the Logorythms HQ to go see Caspian in the flesh for the first time in 10 years.

Final disclaimer: things will be edited as I start posting the story (SOON...), and the final version may end up different from this one! this is just a fun sneak peak :)

[deepdreamnights]

I remade the trailer to Robot Monster, to serve as a trailer for a hypothetical remake of... you guessed it, Robot Monster.

Destruction has come, hu-mans, and its silliness will not protect you.

My thoughts and how-to process blog post under the fold.

I made Robot Monster's Trailer Remake primarily with Vidu and with Midjourney.

For most shots I started with a photoshopped midjourney gen (or stack of them), which was used either as a prompt image or starting frame.

Some shots, like the earthquake, were done with start-and-end frames.

Vidu has some quirks for my Roland Emmerich Christ-the-Redeemer shot. I attempted the image several times as a direct image as start frame, but it would reset to a new camera angle each time, rebelling against my inaccurate version:

As the AI could recognize the statue, but not it being in inaccurate surroundings. I eventually used it as a prompt and not a start frame got a good enough shot.

I tended to go for 8-second shots on quality mode, to give me more to cut around and edit. Almost no shots play without some cropping, speed adjustments or other edits in this, and anyone using AI for a larger project is going to find much the same.

While 90% of the shots are from Vidu a few I used Hailuo's Minmax to accomplish. Mainly things like a few low-motion Ro-man talking shots, the computer-communication device, and the motion title card for "electrifying", etc.

Vidu likes to move, a lot, and for stuff that needs subtle movement I sometimes find it helps to mix things up.

I've found that when image prompting for a character, like Ro-Alice, it sometimes helps to do a fullbody and portrait two-for-one. This helps keep the character design consistent, and you can kinda tell which Ro-Man shots I made before I figured this trick out.

I also reused shots of the dinosaurs from my other AI video projects for meta reasons.

Right now it doesn't make videos so much as it makes shots you can weave into videos.

I'm actually impressed at how well it understood the concept of Ro-Man, only giving him a full ape face or a weird tail or the like a couple of times.

My general approach to the concept was "What if you kept the premise the same but had a budget." Whereas in reality you'd never actually get that combo, since if they had money, they wouldn't have made Robot Monster.

It also let me play with a fanon idea I've had for awhile that the Ro-Men were the helmets, and the ape-creature was some biological organism used as a conveyance.

For the audio, I took the audio to the trailer and used Suno's cover-features to both clean up the sound and change the musical style. The back half of the original track was completely warped by the cover process, but I used another bit of trailer-style music to cover that bit, and to extend for the longer ending shot, since my version of the trailer is about 20 seconds longer than the original.

Some prompts utilized:

in a sci-fi lab in a cave, a furry alien monster wearing a spherical helmet with reflective faceplate walks around aubrey plaza in a white sleeveless slip-dress and dark pantyhose in a glass tube, the tube pulses with green light. She is in a glass cylinder, he is walking around it, with curiosity. The scene is menacing, slow movement, pensive. horror movie scene, the tone is tense and frightening. professional lighting and cinematography. Oscar winning, 2003, practical lighting, effects, and costuming.

the robot spider-robots with spherical heads walk around as though searching for something. horror movie scene, the tone is tense and frightening. professional lighting and cinematography. Oscar winning, 2003, practical lighting, effects, and costuming.

the alien ape-creature wearing a space helmet (the robot monster), in a modern city. He throws green lightning from his hand, disintegrating a policeman into ash. Monster-movie sci-fi scene, dramatic camera angles and lighting. Practical costuming and special effects. High budget and high concept.

slow motion fly-through footage, the air is full of slow-moving glowing bubbles. green electric sparks arc from one bubble to the next producing an ominous mood. The scene conveys spreading menace and fear. One long, unbroken shot. filmed on location, effects by weta digital, ILM, stan winston studios, believable and hyper-realistic. Shot on location. trailer shot. high-speed film

All-in-all, a fun project, and one that came along when I really, really, really needed something to concentrate on for long stretches of time.

Make something fun, folks.

[starryredpandawrites]

So with Bendy copying Audrey to be a person (based on the two bendy bites) would that mean he would also copy the cat?

The reason I thought this is because imagine Audrey comes home to see the cat in loaf form only to turn and see Bendy also loaf-

AbsoLUTEly he would, you genius!

Loaf Bendy would be so precious, both as a toon and a demon XD Toon Bendy is gonna be limited to non-verbal imitations (loafing, stretching like a cat, pushing stuff over etc.) but our big inky boi has no such limits.

There's so much potential here for animalistic behaviors and I'm such a sucker for that, like:

Imagine he starts hissing at Audrey as the Ink Demon. The first time he would probably freak her out. By now, she's gotten fairly used to all his noises and he probably has been using his own version of gurgly hissing that's only called hissing for lack of a better term. Then one day, she does something he doesn't like, like reaching for the remote while he's watching TV, and he just full on cat-hisses at her. It would still be garbled cuz that's how he is and I imagine it would be a lot harsher than a regular cat's hiss. This new sound would definitely cause Audrey to at least flinch and possibly jump back (if she was on the couch, she would probably fall off b/c funny) in fear/shock.

Now, I'm split on whether he would feel bad and not do it again for a while (he hates it when he scares her accidentally, it brings up bad memories) or if he would try to abuse it to get her to do more stuff for him since she's used to all of his other threatening mannerisms. It would probably depend on the severity of her reaction idk

Another possible first scenario where Audrey hears him hiss for the first time could be her overhearing him playing with the cat. Cat thinks it's normal, he learned it from the cat so he obviously thinks it's normal, but Audrey would probably freak out even more because she's still secretly worried he's gonna eat the cat at some point. (I just remembered I named the cat Inkblot so I'm gonna start using that name again lol). He would be super offended by Audrey's overreaction, especially if she tried to separate them. Maybe he starts lecturing her on how Inkblot needs to learn boundaries through his language since he doesn't speak English or sign language and Audrey is just reeling that he's mentioning boundaries when he's constantly pushing hers

OMIGOSH HE COULD LEARN TO PURR

GUYS, I HAVE A LEGIT EXCUSE TO WRITE THE INK DEMON STRAIGHT UP PURRING IN THE FUTURE

Ohhahwaqihufaiouqouihfd I'm so excited for this

yeah sure, it's gonna be garbled af and I was already planning on writing plenty of inky rumbling in the fic but now I can straight up call it purring which is splendid

ESPECIALLY IF HE LEARNS IT'S POSSIBLY HEALING

Problem, I don't think scientists figured out that purring is helpful until recently. (Google has confirmed they first started to suspect it in the 2000s, ugh)

Other problem, can Audrey get sick? For the sake of sick fics, I wanna say yes, but she's also not human so the logical/world-building side of me says no.

Screw logic, imagine Audrey with a cold, just chilling in bed, trying to get better, when Inkblot jumps up on her chest and starts purring. Audrey would appreciate the attention (since she's the cat's third favorite) but she also likes breathing and would keep moving the cat off.

Eventually, the cat leaves and she thinks she's free, closes her eyes, and suddenly the pressure is back but 10X heavier and way rumblier.

It's da Inky boi in his full demon glory, laying practically his whole torso on her and shaking the room with the power of his rumbles. Cue Audrey complaining and trying to shove him off, but not only is she sick but Bendy is obviously way stronger than she is. She has no choice but to submit to the cuddles, but she does convince him to just put his head on her so she can actually breathe.

Okay, I think that's enough silly self-indulgent ideas for one post lol

[upthewitchypunx]

I don't think I have told this whole story before.

stuff about my house, an old abusive relationship, early witchling behavior, and growth...

So, my ex-husband and I bought this house in January of 2001. As soon as I walked into the house I knew it was *my* house, this was way before I started studying witchcraft.

The relationship was emotionally abusive from the beginning but I had no skills or understanding of how to deal with conflict and thought if I just did what he asked it would be alright, but it was never enough. I was always fucking up by doing something I wanted to do that my ex did not want me to do. He's say things like "you are so smart that you can talk yourself into anything and that's why you keep getting confused. So if you just do what I want you won't have problems." or something like that. Like, that just gives you a base level of how twisted my brain was. (there's a digital version of the zine I wrote about it here)

The house had strange spots in it that felt weird and our incongruity seemed to feed it. One of our housemates reported chairs sliding across the floor and things going missing. At one point I moved out then moved back in while we were trying to go to counseling and work things through. We thought a change would be good and we moved into that room the housemate had issues with, stayed 3 nights and revealed to each other that we felt weird and could not sleep, so we moved to a different room.

Counseling didn't work and I eventually found to courage to leave the winter of 05-06, but we still owned a business together and a lot of my things were still in the house. The person he dated after me (we became friends after she experiences some of the same abuse) saw visions of me in the house and I was very angry.

In 2005, before I left and i was sleeping on a mat on the floor of the basement, I started studying witchcraft. Got myself some Cunningham books and felt really silly trying to do rituals and hiding it. In the divorce I lost the business but got the house with idea that I would sell it. I cleaned the whole thing, painted everything, put in new fixtures. Took a punk house and made it into something more friendly. By the time I was done it was the spring of 2007. The house went on the market just as the markets were crashing. Someone was on the hook to buy it and kept it off the market for the full 30 days and by that time the house had lost a lot of value.

Anyway! We decided to move into it it with some friends in October 0f 2007. One of the friends was Wiccan and I was sort of interested in it and went to a few open rituals with her. She was taking a year and a day class and asked her teachers to help cleanse the house before we moved in. I had already stashed a bunch of witchy stuff i bought in the closet that would be my room. We opened all the windows, doors, drawers, and what not. We started at our fireplace and lit incense, flicked consecrated salt water with springs of rosemary and sage from the garden, and chanted. One of the teachers gestured towards the closet I had my newly acquired witchy shit in and asked what was in there. I said nothing and that room wasn't the problem, the room next to it where the chairs had moved was, so the focused on that. I'm still not sure why I didn't explain.

Anyway, at that point our house became the Spiral House and we have not had any of the old garbage that I'm sure was being fed by a shitting relationship. After that I built my own magical system and my own wards that work with the land and the house. I've made a secure home and I do love my house and my neighborhood.

Both houses next to us have been broken in to, but ours has not. I still think it is funny when some people stop at the threshold and I have to invite them in like vampires. lol.

[black---cube]

Will you have your own unique sixverse afterlife or reincarnation lore?

So here's the full lore…

This picture pretty much represents everything I will ever draw about SIX the Musical

（Each dotted line represents the division between different parallel universes）

So basically everything starts with the musical. The top-left corner it's like all things directly related to the musical itself (how they start a band and stuff) and things happening outside the plot but follow the same setting (they all live together in one house and interact the same way as how they are in the musical). They are not exactly reincarnations of the queens themselves, instead they are more like if the characters created in SIX have their own life from that point and are given their names & backstory. This makes it easier so that I don't have to actually think about how the reincarnation stuff work (x) So it's more like one day they all popped out of nowhere and they each know exactly who they are but have no idea how they got there (from their “former lives”) By the way if you see some random silly little drawings without specific tags for which AU they're in, they are probably just from this one. I'll call it the OG for convenience in this post

All those individual universes are somehow connected to each other through Catherine Parr (Like in the musical she's the first one to realize what they are doing and eventually connect everybody) By the way every Cathy P will have round glasses because I feel like it💜

High School AU is the one I put the most thoughts into although I have barely drawn anything to post about. Don't ask why they are all color guard kids in an American high school (and everybody uses the word “y’all”) well because I'm a band kid living in Southern U.S. and that's the only life I can imagine at this point. 1) It's gonna be funny, trust me bro and 2) I want to put more work into characters’ interactions and not go down the rabbit hole of researching British high school for the setting

For some reason (I have not thought about it too much yet) HS! Parr and the OG one get to know each other online. They don't see each other as “themselves in another universe” but do realize the similarity between them. Other queens do not know about other versions of themselves although they do get hints every so often

The two on the bottom are just stories written by HS! Parr when she doesn't feel like doing her homework. Somehow characters in these 2 AUs do have free will similar to the OG universe stemming from the musical. I'm still working on character designs and plot editing so things can change any moment. These 2 AUs have independent, complete storylines unlike how HS and OG are mainly daily events (However HS does have a plot but I just lowkey don't think about it

Anyway so yeah that's a lot and I haven't even gotten to the storylines yet so stay tuned for more💗💗