#fuzz fizz

[maplebitts]

Collection of goofy whiteboard doodles from the past month (spoiler alert half of them are Lucifer)

[driftwoodsix]

boygenius… fizz… peach fuzz… babe corner… love when my favourite artists are like btw i'm also in a band with my talented friends and our music fuckin rocks

[prettyincubus]

every time a new ep comes out im like i cant believe how into blitz i am i must be completely batshit insane what do i see in him and then he makes me laugh even though my brains torturing me and i remember why i love him so

[residents-of-the-darkforest]

Dark Forest Resident: Limpetsong 

Aliases / Nicknames: Limpetkit, Limpetpaw, Cursekit

Gender: male 

Sexuality: pansexual, aromantic

Family: Cloudydusk (mother), Blizzardeye (father)

Other Relations: Mousestar (mentor), Snipvoice (Dark Forest mentor)

Clan: ShadowClan 

Rank: warrior 

Characteristics: vengeful, sweet 

Murder Motive + Motive to Harm: mother was exiled   

Number of Victims: 3 

Number of Murders: 1 

Murder Method: trampling 

Method of Harm: ruining reputations and lives

Known Victims: Mousestar, Stemsky, Burningtree, Darkwings 

Victim Profile: cats who he thought hurt his mother

Cause of Death: bitten throat

Cautionary Tale: provide Half-Clan kits with love and strong support when they are young, otherwise they may turn on you when they grow older. 

Story: 

Limpetkit never had a father. Eventually, he lost his mother as well. But he still had dreams. They were pretty dreams! He dreamt of a nice and safe forest, and even of friends! A grey cat who also didn't have a dad! A black and white cat who was really funny! When the other kits began calling him Cursekit, the grey cat comforted him while he cried. 

Mousestar, the leader, said that kits like him needed to be watched closely, and so took Limpetpaw as his own apprentice. And he wasn't half bad! But there was barely any fighting. Mousestar always made excuses. So, Limpetpaw asked the grey cat to teach him. 

The funny one would sometimes watch, and sometimes join! Teaching Limpetpaw how to negotiate, and what to say to different cats. How to ask someone out if he wanted to (he didn't, he was cool with that), how to break off a friendship, and most importantly, how to tell and keep secrets. The grey cat taught him the best fighting moves, how to fix his face, and how to see emotions! 

Mousestar made him a warrior late, a few moons after the other kits around his age became warriors. 

One night, at a gathering, the deputy of WindClan had some important news. WindClan and ShadowClan had a strong alliance back then, so Limpetsong agreed. Blizzardeye wanted to meet that night on the WindClan border. Through tears, Blizzardeye told him the story of how he fell in love with a beautiful ShadowClan cat, only for them to break apart when he became deputy. After that, he never saw her again. In his dreams, a bright orange cat revealed that he had a son. 

Limpetsong was Half-Clan. 

He went rigid. 

Cold. 

Keeping anger out of his face, he smiled. When he returned, he knew what to do. The next night, when he came to the place that was more of a home then ShadowClan had ever been, the grey cat told him the other half of the story. He told him how Burningtree saw his mother with Blizzardeye, how Mousestar exiled her, and how Stemsky drove her away....How Cloudydusk was dead. 

Limpetsong started his vengeance. 

Hey. Splashface. I saw Burningtree meet with this weird brown she-cat...

Yes, I'm sure it wasn't a ShadowClan cat. 

No, I'm not saying this just because Stemsky's apprentice died, how sad. 

They were on a patrol together? She just collapsed? Well, that sounds...no, he wouldn't. 

It's nothing, but...do you think that Stemsky would've... It all makes too much sense. 

No, you're right. We have to get rid of him. 

Mousestar's been sort of lazy, lately. He hasn't been on many patrols. He is getting old... 

The night before his death, the two cats he had spent so much time with finally revealed themselves. The Follower, and The Adder. He...he trusted them. He trusted them. And yet....

Snipvoice had been kinder to him than any ShadowClan cat had been. Finally confronting Mousestar the next day, he shouted for an explanation. But he wouldn't listen. 

The second Mousestar began slandering Cloudydusk, saying that she had shirked her duties for her WindClan mate, Limpetsong leapt. 

But Mousestar was quicker. 

Additional Information: 

--Submission by @frightnightindustries​ (SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG)

--The bright orange cat was Fizz! The RiverClan former rogue who organized the defeat of Claudrat. 

--Blizzardeye would've taken good care of Limpetsong, and was horrified when he heard what he had done. He didn't really want kits, but he would've wanted to be responsible for his actions. 

--Cloudydusk was sort of self centered, and didn't have a good reputation. That was the last straw for ShadowClan, who chased her out after she gave birth and revealed it was a Half-WindClan kit. She died alone, outside of the territory. 

--Claudrat and Snipvoice were given those names because of the reputation outside the Clans, which came about because of RiverClan's involvement.

[silks-up-my-sleeve]

I'm so fuckin obsessed with the carbonation of dr pepper right now

[thxnks4themrms]

Some man walking looked up at me and pointed at me idk how I should feel about that

[caffeinated-frog]

YEAHHHH

ARTFIGHT ATTACKS FOR OUR BEST FRIENDS WE'RE PROUD OF!!!! (they're all great artists themselves check em out!!!)

(@arcadefucggz @snailtide @camazotz @caffeinated-frog @lucidishere ) AND NOTEABLY @lorebird BUT WE HAVENT FINIDHED DRwinG HIS ATTACK YET

[shiroisotto64]

Hey could you do a fizz and Ozzie x (trans?if you do that) male!imp!reader where reader was forced to work for a certain organization but eventually they found him useless so they just kicked him out and fizz would find him sitting somewhere on the streets with a bashed up face and fizz didn’t know what it was but he just had an urge to ask and try to help reader after reader explained fuzz messages Ozzie about reader and they decide to take him in and take care of him.

Sorry if this is too long of a request I just had this image and had to tell someone 😭

Neither of them was happy about what had happened to you. And Ozzie and fizz opened they’re arms and hearts to take care of you.

Asmodeus made sure you had a nice bath once you’d gotten back with them an Fizzarolli offered you some of his clothes once you’d gotten out.

They were nice and comfy! They didn’t seem bothered by the fact that you were trans. They still wanted to help you regardless. Didn’t change anything to them honestly.

Asmodeus offered you a shoulder to sit on and cry on. He listens to you when you open up about you’re experiences with the horrible company.

But as long as you’re with them you end up getting spoiled anyways. Together romantically or not? A life with fizz and Ozzie is luxury! They make sure you wouldn’t have to work again.

They keep you well feed and buy you the best clothes and cloths he’ll has to offer.

[crackrodent]

Check out the rest of my Flufftober library!

Drowning on Land

Husk and Angel were not happy with Charlie having them help set up for her father’s surprise party but they hadn’t played most of these games since they were kids on Earth so they complied.

They helped find arrows that could pierce apples but not harm sinners.

Then the real wild goose chase of tracking down real ducklings (or as close as they could find) in hell.

Apple cider.

Apple pie.

There were apple decorations too. Tablecloths, banners, cups and plates.

But Husk thought Alastor’s reaction was worth it. and Angel liked Husk’s reaction.

Baxter was just confused. This was the king of hell, not the weird kid from school, why was the party so weirdly themed?

This seems like the kind of party his parents would have thrown for him as a child. He didn’t even want to think about himself from back then. Stupid little party. Stupid empty chairs. Stupid family.

Lucifer wasn’t even there yet but as Baxter stood at the bar, with Angel sampling the apple-themed menu Husk was mildly annoyed to have had to learn, he saw demons and even a few deadly sins dancing. They were all talking about Lucifer so fondly. He had so many friends and loved ones.

Stupid big party. Stupid crowded dance floor. Stupid hotel.

“Baxter, if you squeeze that cup any tighter it will break,” Husk warned, pulling him out of his thoughts.

“Yeah and then you will get your little lab coat all wet,” Angel Dust added unnecessarily. He was already drunk.

“I just can not comprehend why Charlie insisted on such a ridiculous party. It is childish.” Baxter said, hoping they were both faded enough to not notice him catching a glimpse of Niffty running the apple bobbing game. Just like that, his mind wandered away from the bar again and he watched how Niffty tossed another apple from her bag into the wooden tub to replace the one the last sinner took off with.

Husk and Angel were not faded enough to not see his shoulders relax and his face soften as he stared across the room. He was so transfixed on the stabbing machine he didn’t even feel when Angel took the paper cup out of his hand and set it back on the bar. He did feel it when Angel tipped the barstool forward and Baxter’s face planted on the floor.

“What the fuck was that for Angel Dust?” Baxter spat as he stood back up and dusted himself off.

“I just thought you needed help. Looked like you were about to get redeemed and ascend right before my eyes!”

Husk shot him a dirty look. “Not cool Anthony.”

“Sorry Baxter,” Angel grew a stupid smirk on his face, “That you are too scared to go and flirt with Niffty.”

“That’s absurd!” Baxter lied, like a liar.

Husk suddenly in a bit more of a playful spirit chimed in, “Besides it looks like Niffty has enough bad men to keep her company.”

Baxter looked over and saw Niffty attempting to touch the blue flames of one of the sins. The guy was reacting to her the way one would react to a butterfly chasing them. His laugh hit Baxter’s ears and his feet started moving until he could hear the beast speak.

“Aw, you really are living in the spirit of lust aren’t you!” He cooed at her like she was a horny idiot while pulling her off his shoulder with ease.

“I like bad boys! You are a baddest boy!” Niffty said back to him because it was her job as a host to be nice, Baxter decided to believe despite Niffty’s long history of mild to not-so-mildly harassing bad boys.

“Yeah well I might be a bad boy, but that’s what my man likes!” Baxter watched as the blue bastard looked down at the clown next to him, “Don’t you Fizz?” the man kissed his lover and Baxter calmed down as Niffty smiled and started asking the fuzz guy if he was a bad boy too. The men laughed and eventually walked off and the next sinner walked up to bob for apples.

Baxter suddenly felt like he was the stupid one as he powerwalked back towards the bar.

Angel kicked his feet up on the stool Baxter was attempting to climb onto. “Angel Dust you do not require two stools.”

“Go actually try and get her attention this time toots, because that was pathetic,” Angel said with a lot less sincerity than he meant.

Husk just laughed, “Anthony, leave the kid alone. He’s probably never even kissed a woman. ‘Mad Scientists’ never do.”

“Oh whiskers don't be that harsh on him bab-”

Baxter yanked the stool out from under Angel’s feet and hopped up onto it. “I will have you know I have done plenty of kissing in my time. I have been here over a hundred years!”

“Damn, alright kid,” Husk said pouring him a new drink.

“I am probably older than the both of you! Just because I am short does not make me a child.” Baxter argued.

“Hey look Niffty is flirting again!” Baxter looked quickly back towards the apple bobbing game and saw Niffty sitting alone tossing apples into the small pool. The line was gone.

Angel’s laugh filled Baxter with rage. “Alright! Fine! I don’t know how to get Niffty’s attention in any way that would not result in Charlie kicking me out of the hotel.” Baxter put his head down on the bar, pouting like the child Husk was already accusing him of being.

“Dumbass, she literally is already obsessed with you,” Vaggie said while walking past with a clipboard.

Baxter hardly had time to think before Charlie rounded the corner and yelled, “He’s almost here!” Using a rare display of her magic she turned off all the lights as everyone crowded the door.

From the time Lucifer walked in the door and everyone yelled “Surprise” to when the last of the guests started leaving, Vaggie’s words replayed in Baxter’s head.

Baxter looked at the now empty room as the mad woman worked cleaning. He grabbed a bag and started tossing paper cups and plates as fast as he could and in the direction of her as some form of cover in case she asked him why he was there.

“You clean fast!” Niffty returned the observing he had been doing to her all day.

“You clean better.” He managed to say despite the foot that was clearly (metaphorically) lodged in his mouth.

“Yes, but fast is fun!” Niffty said now making circles around him.

He decided to trust Vaggie’s words and simply match her energy. Soon the two of them were running around the entire hotel for any mess they could find. Baxter wanted to follow some form of logical system for it but her infectious fanatical laughter drove him mad with glee. He would put the cart before the horse to hear that sound forever.

They finished cleaning and walked together, talking about the party. Turning off the lights as they cleared the rooms.

“You never came over to the drowning apple game,” Niffty said as they reached the one game they didn’t put away.

“It wouldn’t have been fair to the others dear Niffty. I am a pro at this game.” He said, lying again. He is a damn liar.

“Prove it!” Niffty said, clearly smelling his fear. “Prove it and you win a prize!”

“What’s the prize?” Baxter didn’t remember anyone getting prizes besides the apple.

“A secret!”

“Wait, I can’t know the prize first?” Baxter looked nervous. He did like Niffty a lot but he did know she liked murder a little too much to really want to turn his back on her.

“Nope, now bob for the apple!”

Baxter walked over to the pool that had its entire surface covered in apples. The water was hardly visible. An idiot could pull this off. Even in the dim room.

The first try he missed and came back up to make sure an apple was right where he was going for then he tried again.

The second time the apple touched his mouth but rolled away before he could bite down.

The fifth time he thought to turn on his little anglerfish light.

The twelfth time he almost gave up but as he looked at Niffty she looked at him with those big old eyes and he kept trying.

The fifteenth time he started keeping his eyes open.

The twenty-second time he started not coming back up all the way between tries.

Switching between air and water was exhausting his lungs. He was getting lightheaded from the inconsistency in the oxygen source.

Twenty-nine times. Twenty-nine times and he finally felt his teeth sink into the crisp fruit. He picked up his head and turned to Niffty.

Her face lit up! She was clapping for him! It was beautiful until her face dropped as everything started spinning.

He was certain he was only down for a second but it was clearly enough time for Niffty to have pulled his head onto her lap. “Silly boy.” Niffty said while playing with his wet hair, “You forgot to breathe.”

“No, I remembered to breathe. Just once I saw you I was breathless Niffty.” He said with an uncharacteristic amount of Charisma.

She continued to play with his hair, “You want your prize now?”

“Sure.” He said, not really wanting to move but bracing himself for it anyway.

Niffty moved her hand down from his hair, tilted up his chin, and planted a kiss softer than the tiny maniac should be capable of on his unprepared lips. He froze at first before returning the kiss. It broke way too soon.

“You liked your prize Bax?”

“Yes,” Baxter paused for a moment, “Am I going to be required to bob for apples for another one?”

Niffty’s smile could only be interpreted one way in his oxygen-deprived mind as sat up quickly and started reaching back for the tub of apples.

“Baxter no! Bad boy!” Niffty laughed as she watched the probably concussed sinner start bobbing for apples. He tried with a lot more need than the first time. Desperate for another taste. She watched as Baxter’s hand went missing from the end of his sleeve and suddenly reappeared moments later dripping wet as he spun around with another apple in his mouth.

Niffty really liked this bad boy.

NSFW pt. 2

[ya-zz]

Hii, it's Nia. Your always lurking follower back with another request! Something sweet, something simple~

Ramattra with a fairly new addition Omnic!Reader to his cause that one day randomly hugs him before going off to battle and he feels a little electrical shock. Next time they do it is when they're seeing each other off for recharge and they're extremely happy explaining that according to humans: "Hugs are to showcase love, affection and care" and that they gave his system a slightly shock because they heard that "its supposed to feel electrical!". Can be a drabble or an actual fic, entirely up to you!

-Nia

Hi hi! ♥ I always love to see you appear!

Ramattra stood there dumbfounded when you had hugged him before heading off to join the other soldiers on the field, the sudden electrical shock still fizzing in his wires. You were just another omnic to him; sure you were there to help with his liberation so when you asked to join, Ramattra didn't hesitate, afterall, if one would join his side, so would more. But you had hugged him?

What purpose did that serve?

He couldn't wrap his systems around it, no matter how hard he tried.

Being alone in the server room, he looked back on that day and suddenly his systems heated up in a form of blush. He had liked it, much to his dismay. Was that the cause of the shock?

Affection had never been on Ramattra's mind, but he wouldn't deny how much he admired your willingness to serve him. He hoped you were okay down there, hoping you weren't injured or worse.

----

A few days had passed since then and you had wandered back to your leader with little battery life remaining.

"Are you okay?" Ramattra asks to which you reply with a short nod. The leader scans you and realises your battery level was critical. "Let me help you."

He places his hand around your side and you instinctively wrap yours around him in a side hug, sending another shock through both bodies.

"Why do you hug me?" Ramattra looks down at you, head cocked to the side. "That is twice you have done that."

You stutter, static almost overpowering your voice. "Shows care and compassion. Affection, even." You state.

"Affection...?" The leader can't help but let his mind wander once more as he walked you towards the charging station.

"And the shock?"

"It is supposed to feel electrical."

"What does that mean?"

"I like you, Ramattra." You say bluntly.

The large omnic stops walking before looking back down at you. "Why?"

"I admire you."

It takes Ramattra a moment to process your words before he chuckles. "I can say the same thing about you."

"Really?"

"Yes." He admits, his hand tightening on your side. "Ever since you came to me, I have done nothing but admire your strength. You truly are unlike any other. You are different."

You look up at him, a warmth spreading through your wires. "Was that a confession?"

Ramattra scoffs, setting you down as he plugs you into the charging port.

You can't help but stare at him, your systems beginning to slow down and envelope you in a small dream. The last feeling you felt was a hand atop your head, a gentle pat that fades to fuzz.

"Rest easy. The future depends on you."

[idontknowreallywhy]

Resurface 7 - Reject

A little more Virg POV following on from all this.

He is… somewhat confused and very much peeved.

💚💙💚💙💚💙💚💙💚💙💚💙💚💙💚💙

Virgil hadn’t felt this furious in a long, long time.

Normally things that made him angry required practical action - stemming blood flow, ensure an injured brother was safe from the threat, if not, get brother away from the threat. Then there was the task of watching over them as they recovered, monitoring stats.

He would quietly mourn the souls they couldn’t save, making a note of names and dates. Calmly write engineering reports that would ensure particular persons found themselves unable to take such risks again. Maybe go on a design binge with Brains to find ways of making next time better.

The remaining rage he couldn’t expunge through practical, constructive solutions he threw into art or music, forcing the bitterness and pain out through his arms on to canvas or keys before collapsing, empty and exhausted, into bed in the small hours.

But this… this anger had come out of nowhere. It had, he realised been lurking there for years, unacknowledged, perhaps even unnoticed. It filled his veins with a bitter, stinging substance and he had to battle to keep it in check. He was the calm one. Scotty needed him to keep his head.

Scotty needed him.

“Can I come in, Virgie?”

Virgil glanced at Scotty who was no longer happy and smiling and didn’t show any sign of having heard what Dad said. He had gone quiet and was fiddling with some of Shadow’s switches with a worried expression on his face. So, even though he wasn’t the pilot in charge, Virgil answered for the both of them.

“There isn’t room. We’ve gotta go.”

“It’s ok, you’ve… you’ve got plenty of time. Look I’m just going to slip in here so we can chat alright?”

His father had clambered into the pilot’s seat before he could shout at him not to squash Scotty and then… no. NO!

“Where did you send Scotty? Dad! Please, no, don’t let him leave without me. Not this time!”

His blood was fizzing violently and he knew his voice was shaking but he tried not to shout. He mustn’t shout. Dad shouted when he was cross. Scott shouted when he was cross. Virgil was the calm, logical one. Virgil made it better.

“Um… Virgil I think… uh… Scotty is needed inside, for uh, a briefing. Ok? Can… can you come too? I’ll give you a lift down?”

Dad sounded oddly unsure of himself and Virgil knew he was lying and he… he couldn’t be calm Virgil anymore. Everything burned.

“You’ve upset him and he’s run away! How can you not see what you’ve done to him? All these years you just won’t stop asking and asking. He’s killing himself trying to please you Dad and I can’t make him see. I can’t make him stop. He won’t stop. He… can’t stop. Because of YOU! But this would have made him happy, if he can save his friends and I was going to make it work for him! You can’t just waltz back in here and take over and send him away! Not again!”

Those blue eyes, so very much like his brother’s, were wide and sad and… scared.

Dad was never scared.

Dad was scared… of him?

Virgil didn’t know what to do with that because people shouldn’t be scared of him because he was the calm kind one. He felt dizzy and sick.

With an effort he unclenched his fists, closed his eyes and pressed his face against the cool plexiglass window, trying to find his balance, trying to bury the confused but overwhelming memories of when he’d last been so angry that he’d hurt his father.

Everything fizzed and buzzed and burned but then something scratched his neck and the fizz started to become fuzz and there was a voice and he strained to hear but couldn’t make out what Dad was saying anymore…

[for-quill-with-love]

(inspo for this scraplet was brought to you by: the discord server! I had them choose a number between 1 and 40. Surprise! turns out those numbers correspond to songs on the timeline playlist i made!)

(song 23 was Humpty Dumpty by AJR. however, thanks to me writing this, a few songs got shuffled and it is now song 19)

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Why had I surrendered?

I asked myself the same thing every day, echoing the last question He had pressed into my mind before he'd stopped whispering to me.

The answer was still the same.

I flinched at the sound of the door opening.

I didn't look up as whoever it was stepped into the room I was being held in. I could taste their fear. I didn't blame them for it. Honestly, I would have been more surprised if they hadn't feared me.

Not with what I'd done.

Fear used to invigorate me, like a strength potion bubbling under my skin.

Now it just made me feel sick.

A bundle was thrown at my feet, "I don't get why 𝗝⃥̶̸ᵾ⃥̶̸₦⃥̶̸𝗹⃥̶̸₱⃥̶̸Ɇ⃥̶̸𝗥⃥̶̸ insists on putting you through a trial. We all know what you're guilty of."

I said nothing, my gaze pinned to the floor.

"You deserve the same fate you put him through. Did he scream? Did he beg you to stop?"

"It was an accident." I whispered, hugging my knees tighter to my chest, "He-- it was an accident. He didn't-- it was painless."

"How do you accidentally perma-kill someone?"

I didn't answer. Just like I hadn't answered His questions.

The silence was tinted glass, thick and dark and easily shattered.

I let it be.

I flinched as the door opened and shut once more, leaving me alone in my thoughts. Only my thoughts.

The bundle still lay abandoned on the floor when she came to get me.

𝗝⃥̶̸ᵾ⃥̶̸₦⃥̶̸𝗹⃥̶̸₱⃥̶̸Ɇ⃥̶̸𝗥⃥̶̸ sighed, kneeling in front of me. "Quill, you need to clean up before the trial."

"I'm guilty, 𝗝⃥̶̸ᵾ⃥̶̸₦⃥̶̸𝗹⃥̶̸ . You and I both know that. Everyone out there knows. He knows."

"Yes, but it was still an accident. You and I know that. You don't deserve to die because of an accident."

I shoved my hair out of my face, the tangled snarl getting caught in my fingers and the chains keeping my hands bound, "But I do deserve something. I'm the admin, I'm the one responsible for keeping everyone safe. All I've done is go mad and cause wars and unravel--"

"It's not your fault." She interrupted, cupping my face in her hands and tipping it up, forcing me to look at her, "You've said it to me before, He makes it hard for you to think straight. His magic is as addictive as swiftness."

"Yes but--"

"No buts." 𝗝⃥̶̸ᵾ⃥̶̸₦⃥̶̸𝗹⃥̶̸₱⃥̶̸Ɇ⃥̶̸𝗥⃥̶̸ unlocked my shackles, pulling me up to my unsteady feet, "You think I would let you walk out of here covered in blood and grime? And you look half-starved for that matter! Let me help you look presentable at least."

I did nothing as she snatched up the bundle from the ground, unfolding it into a clean set of clothes and a bottle of-- was that regen? and a handful of golden carrots. She shoved the potion into my hands, bottle already open.

"You look half-feral."

"I feel all-feral."

𝗝⃥̶̸ᵾ⃥̶̸₦⃥̶̸𝗹⃥̶̸₱⃥̶̸Ɇ⃥̶̸𝗥⃥̶̸ laughed, pushing the bottle in my hands up to my mouth, "Drink, you'll feel better. I promise."

I let her tip the bottle up, letting the fizz of--

This was not the regen I was used to. That was smokey and sweet and sharp and thin, easy to soak a wound with and buzzing with extra energy.

I gagged, when this potion hit my tongue. It was sweet-- too sweet. And it was thick, thicker than even a slowness potion. It was like honey going down, coating the inside of my mouth and fuzzing behind my eyes and--

Well, at least my anxiety had calmed, the thoughts in my head slowing as 𝗝⃥̶̸ᵾ⃥̶̸₦⃥̶̸𝗹⃥̶̸₱⃥̶̸Ɇ⃥̶̸𝗥⃥̶̸ continued to ramble away about what to expect and how to act and I couldn't muster up more than a sleepy-eyed nod.

I felt numb.

"All you have to do is answer the questions truthfully, and I'll take care of the rest, okay?" 𝗝⃥̶̸ᵾ⃥̶̸₦⃥̶̸𝗹⃥̶̸₱⃥̶̸Ɇ⃥̶̸𝗥⃥̶̸ gave me a reassuring smile. I knew I should feel some sort of way about the pity in her eyes, "This is just like the last trial. As long as you stick to the plan, everything will be perfect."

I couldn't seem to find my voice to protest.

I wanted to.

I wanted to tell 𝗝⃥̶̸ᵾ⃥̶̸₦⃥̶̸𝗹⃥̶̸₱⃥̶̸Ɇ⃥̶̸𝗥⃥̶̸ everything about Passion and the accident and how I hadn't been the one to lock the world, and neither had He, but there was another Thing out there with the power to trap us here.

It hadn't been just admin magic and His power that had caused that accident. There was a Third in there, unfamiliar and dangerous and void-bent on harm. I had been the intended target. Not-- not ₗ⃥̶̸̸⃥̶̸ₒ⃥̶̸̸⃥̶̸ₒ⃥̶̸̸⃥̶̸₥⃥̶̸̸⃥̶̸ₗ⃥̶̸̸⃥̶̸Ɇ⃥̶̸̸⃥̶̸ .

He wasn't supposed to be there in the first place. I'd intended on being alone. I had no idea how he'd found me out there in the first place.

But I hadn't been able to explain in the meadow. I hadn't had time before everything came crashing down around us and I had to surrender or lose the chance.

Looks like I'd lost my chance regardless.

I opened my mouth to speak, and nothing came out.

"I promise, Quill. I'll do whatever it takes to keep you safe."

[keldabekush]

its 2:46 am and you just made it home from your shift at the 24 hour Spurger King (Space Burger King).

you kick off your grease-eaten work shoes and flick on the radio for some background noise while you struggle out of your ugly fucking polo shirt that will never not smell like hot fat and sweat no matter how many times you wash it and your jeans that have split at the crotch four times, including tonight.

The radio sputters to life, gushing static and fits because you knocked it off your dresser this morning in your hurry out the door, so you adjust the dial until the crackling stops and a voice emerges from the wall of fizz; three days to go til the end of the week, folks, its not looking so bad -

the voice is still a little distorted and you fiddle with the dial for a frustrating handful of seconds til you realise the DJ is just using a voice filter, and there’s nothing wrong with your signal. it’s some program in Basic, just a guy talking away in the typical cadence that most late-night DJ’s adopt - ebbing and dipping rhythmically like circular breath - and you zone out to the steady flow of the one-way conversation, voice filter and all. The sibilant sounds are a gentle fuzz, buffed out by the filter and the signal interference and you fiddle with threading the emergency needle you keep in your sock drawer, performing first-aid once again on your franken-jeans.

the DJ talks about the upcoming weather. complains about construction going on in level two-oh-seven-four that blocks off the main catwalk, plays a couple of easy-listening tracks. It’s easy to let the program fade into the sound of traffic outside the shatterproof crystaplast window as you get lost in the simple repetition of stitching the tear shut for another day of work tomorrow.

It feels like a long time later that you finally realise that the air has gone dead - but the weird half-unconscious-still-functioning doze you’ve lulled yourself into means you aren’t sure how long its been, actually, since the DJ stopped talking, because you only realize it in increments.

You must have missed them signing off for the night.

You listen to the traffic and the gentle crackle of the dead air until you tie off the thread and throw your jeans at the corner of the room. You’ll leave the radio on, you think; the static helps you sleep, and you can’t bring yourself to reach all the way over there anyway.

You’re almost all the way asleep already when the voice whispers over the waves again, softly.

Good luck out there.

[jihyology]

THE SYMPHONY OF HELL | shin ryujin.

— WARNINGS; greek mythology au, lazy writing towards the end bc I didn’t know what to put.

“deep in her hollow bones, the pleas of serenity blended with the devils bargain.

the angel on her shoulder was now tainted with immorality. she had stained it with the blood of a sinner; and the crimson replaced the pristinely white purity in an act of great foolishness, and petty intrusion.

a childish urge had bristled thorns into her heart, coaxing a pain that had gone numb with the neglect of feel.

she used her head now, hearts were fickle and thin; an Achilles heel common among every person.

she didn’t want to be Achilles. She wanted to be Medusa.

she wanted a stony gaze that anchored the burliest of men, and the smartest of goddesses. she wanted to settle into the grass, as silent as a cemetery, and sink her fangs into the neck of opportunity.

so, her mouth had now began hissing and spitting with the venomous teeth of a snake; her voice projecting a sweet and unsuspecting poison, that fizzed and burnt on the tongue.

her presence had shifted, from a blinding reflection of sun on the sea, to a shadow among unlit, unexplored, caves.

she’d live in the dark, watching, waiting, ready to pounce.

a chiselled stone piece, blended with the world she had wished to destroy; until it came time for her reckoning to begin.”

the book slammed to a close, pages flickering into a pile, as the hardback cover thudded neatly with the worn, coffee-coloured paper. the eyes of your professor gleamed with excitement, his lips drawn into a thin smile.

“that, my friends, was the story of Shin Ryujin. any hands to be raised for questions?” he spoke gruffly, the leather bound book clasped protectively in his grip still; despite the delicacy of his hold, it was evident that his fingers would tighten periodically. it seemed to be important to the man, not that you really cared.

your eyes slightly rolled, ears turning the inquiries of your classmates into white noise. a few people blabbed on to the man, waiting patiently as he hastily popped their bubbles of question. despite a hollow mind of thoughts, time seemed to be speeding past magically.

“y/n~”

you frowned, sneaking a glance toward the wildly gesturing professor. his body was positioned away from you, chatting animatedly with a girl whom you barely recalled the name of. with a small sigh, and a glance around the room, you soon shrugged off the whisper.

“y/n.” the fuzzed voice called again, a sweet whisper hung below your ear. Your skin felt warm, and thudded by heat every few seconds. your head snapped up hesitantly.

your eyebrows drew together, and your eyes slightly faltered as they darted around. Not a peep sounded, no whispers at the back of the class, no birds chirping their sweet lulls. not a sound.

the people surrounding you seemed frozen, hardened with concrete and glazed with sealant. not a muscle spasmed, not an eyelash fluttered.

“oh little duckling, why do you ignore me?” your body jolted, a jagged breath streaming from your lips.

from the corner of your eye, you caught a glimpse of tanned skin blooming from seemingly thin air.

“don’t be shy, my love, turn your head to look at me.” the voice spoke, clearer than it had been moments ago. it was sweet sounding, as if the letters falling from its lips were coated in honeycomb.

you heard a string of tuts, and a warm hand quickly cupped your chin.

a smile grew on your face, and you let the warmth guide your chin gently. it cupped your chin with great delicacy, like a butterflies wing feathering along your skin.

“you know I’m busy,” you hummed, fluttering your gaze to her with amusement blooming at the corner of your lips. studying the woman before you, your fingers raise to weave into her hair.

“yeah~” she drawled, melting into your touch. she huffed slightly, licking her frowning lips.

“yeah?” you teased, fiddling with the strands of her hair. her eyes rolled weakly, a transparent veil of faux annoyance within her motion.

“I missed you, I can’t wait anymore.” she whined, childishly flailing her limbs in a fast flurry. an eyebrow raised at the woman, and you looked to the clock on the wall.

“five minutes left, Ryu. five minutes, and I’d be back home to, well, probably cling to you the rest of the day, if I’m honest.” you slightly chuckled at your girlfriend, reminding her subtly of the instantaneous transportation home.

home was the underworld, by the way, as Ryujin had been named the goddess of the kingdom a few years after the setting of the story your professor had told. but that’s a story for another time, and it very much links to how you met her.

“fine. but I’m speeding up time. see you in a second, flower.” she relented, clicking her fingers together audibly, and letting the hands of the clock speedily move time forward. she surged forward for a quick kiss, and vanished as quickly as she appeared.

you fell back into your chair with a chuckle, and soon enough, the scraping of metal yanked you from your blank stare, pulling it instead to the clock hung against the cream wall. the hands had began moving normally again, clucking systematically. your gaze flickered around the room, noting the movement with amused eyes.

“ah, class dismissed.”

[bahfreak]

can i get a ranpo headmate and poe headmate pair ? go crazy with it plzzz >.<

YES !!!!!!!!!!!! thank yu so much anon (˃̵ ᴗ ˂̵)

( i love bsd requests bcuz i get to fill stuff out like they were in source !!! it’s actually really nice :3 )

room 008 ,, EDOGAWA RANPO . .

names : edogawa / 江戸川 , ranpo / 乱歩 , kanzō / 勘三 , haru / はる

pronouns : she / her , he / him , they / them , ey / em , xe / xim , sie / sym , hy / hyp , hy / hym or hy / hymn , mys / myst ( / mystery ) , su / sugar , swe / sweet , fizz / fuzz , it / its , ki / kit or kit / kits , mew / mews , nya / nyas , paw / paws , bun / buns , pup / pups , 🐾 , 🍬 , 🍭

terms : masculine or neutral

genders : transgender , transfemasc , proxangi , quoimascflux , autigender , gendersweet , sweetgender , candygender , acadinostic , catgender , faunafluid

orientation : t4t , floric , objectum

paraphilias : 🛍️ , 🔦 , ⚙️🐾 , ❣️ ( meanings )

species : human

cis - ids : japanese , smart , genius , detective , npd , childish , unempathetic , dyslexic

tris - ids : autistic , candyscentian , harmed

trans - ids : wasian , glasses , candygorebodic , permahungry , shapeshifter , caneianflux , permayoung

roles : confidence holder , detective , taskdoer

source : edogawa ranpo from bungō stray dogs

typing quirk : misspellings . “ b “ , “ d “ , “ p “ , and “ q “ are often mixed up ( example : “ i pought a cocolat dar earlir “ { “ i bought a chocolate bar earlier “ } )

poe under the cut !

room 009 ,, EDGAR ALLAN POE . .

names : ed / edgar , poe , shizuya / 静耶 ,

pronouns : they / them , it / its , zey / zem , star / stars , doe / does , corv / corvid , crow / crows

terms : neutral

genders : transgender , non - binary , genderless , amabris

orientation : t4t , achillean

paraphilias : 🐊 , 👁️ , 💧 , 🔪 , 🪢 ( meanings )

species : trans - demon / imp

cis - ids : tall , stalker , writer , poet

tris - ids : harmful , yandere , schrödinger’s - did

trans - ids : japanese , horns , demon / imp , npd , devotee ( to ranpo )

roles : artist ( writing ) , pin cushion

source : edgar allen poe from bungō stray dogs

typing quirk : perfect grammar but only in lowercase ( example : “ hi, how are you feeling? “

sorry poe has less than ranpo ,, i wasn’t quite sure on what to do . . .

hope yu like them !!!

[ant1quarian]

Ataraxia - Chapter 1

The story. The story is actually here everybody. After so long, I know.

Rain came down in heavy torrents, saturating anything that still had an ounce of dryness. Dust grunted, crouched low in his saddle as the wind threatened to tear him off. It whistled ferociously, tugging at his hood. The rain kept getting into his sockets, hitting his eyelights and forcing them to fuzz up. Fuck, he could barely see anything. One of his gloved hands pressed down on the scaled dragon beneath him, feeling the heavy fatigue that had begun to set in.

There was a fizzing, static-like feeling in the air that told of much more lighting to come. His brows furrowed.

This hurricane was Skulks element– lighting, thunder, high-speed winds– and just short of his own element, too.

But when you were several thousand– or more– feet off of the ground, your alignment didn’t mean shit.

“DUST!” He heard a friend of his give a warning shout.

It was too late.

Cross and Axe shouting. 

Impact. 

Killer crying out. 

Falling. 

Weightlessness. 

Fear.

N o t h i   n   g–

--

You carefully crept closer, furrowing your brows as you noticed the tears and gashes in the rider’s clothing. Were they in a battle before they got here? It would explain the reckless decision to be out in a hurricane such as this. You shifted your feet, placing a hand on the wet, slippery grass beneath you. Cautiously, you lent over the rider’s covered head– grimacing when you realised they were lying at an odd angle that likely meant they’d broken something– before carefully pulling their hood away from their face. You felt your wings partially flare as your eyes widened. “A monster?” You murmured.