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greyskyflowers · 7 months ago

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I feel like i haven't seen anything with a hell hound/grim Charles AU and I feel like that's not right soo..

Like, let's discuss.

There's a lot of ways this could happen and there's probably a hundred more that I haven't thought of but personally I'm really leaning towards one.

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Prior to Charles being a living human, and then a ghost, he was hellhound. I like the idea of a curse being put on him, maybe he came looking for a witch and they weren't ready to be dragged to hell yet, and that forces him into the life of a human.

It's strong magic and it tucks all those memories and instincts behind a door way way in the back of his head. He's human when he's born and he's human up until he dies.

Edwin, however, immediately knows something is wrong when Charles dies. He doesn't know what it is, or what Charles is, but it's heavily tied to hell. He just spend decades there and he knows what it does to things. Just like the scent and touch of hell will always be smudged like dirty fingerprints on his soul, it seems it's true to Charles as well.

He does not run away from Charles though. He can't. Not after sitting with him while the other boy slowly died. A part of Edwin is ravenous for contact, for someone to talk to, for companionship. Part of him didn't make it back from hell and it left a hollow in his chest that aches with loneliness.

It also doesn't appear that Charles knows something is wrong with him.

Edwin will take his chances, honestly as long as it's not the damn spider he can make his peace with about anything.

And so, nothing is said about it.

However, the original curse eventually dissipates. At that time, all Charles' memories slam open the door in the back of his head and demand acknowledgement.

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There's a limit to how much the human mind can handle before it just shuts down to protect itself. Which makes sense, however Charles dropping like a stone one day doesn't give Edwin much to work with besides a whole lot of fear and worry.

The mixing of memories, from before before and from his previous life, is messy. It takes awhile to translate the thoughts and memories into something that the human mind can handle.

And the Charles that opens his eyes is not the same as the one who closed them.

His nose is assaulted with scents, even more overwhelming after not being able to smell as a ghost for several years. And he smells hell. Faded but still undeniably hell.

He looks at the boy fussing over him and blanks for a minute. Edwin, his mind reminds him, ours a louder part cuts in. This one is ours. Edwin.

Frantic and as exhausted as a ghost can look, Edwin is talking but Charles isn't listening. He's taking it all in, everything slowly trickling back to him until he's himself but also more. A older and stronger part of himself has woken up.

He doesn't tell Edwin, terrified that he'll run as soon as he knows. It bothers him that he's not more upset about the being a hellhound thing. It should surely bother him more but it doesn't. It just feels like him.

It's hard to not give it away though, especially because it feels normal to Charles now. It feels like he's moving his whole body for the first time after only using parts of it. He's able to get most of it under control but things come out the more emotional he gets, especially with anger.

Canine teeth that sharpen a little too much to be human, strong and sharp nails that grow a little too long sometimes, a unhappy noise from his chest that could potentially be called a growl, a viciousness to him that's almost startling at times.

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But... of course Edwin knows. He could have probably have made a decent guess all those years ago in the attic if he'd had to but he's confident now. He's not sure how a hellhound ended up human, let alone a ghost, but he doesn't question it too much.

Instead he plays his part too, doesn't say anything but he makes sure holy water doesn't get on Charles, always keeps an eye out to make sure he's far away from any demonic traps when a case calls for it, doesn't do anything that might potentially be a trigger for pain, and so on.

There's not a lot of resources available for this type of situation and Edwin does his best.

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Cut to the start of the show and it makes sense that Charles likes Crystal. She's got hell on her soul a bit too, left from David, and psychics have a history with the occult.

It's easy to get caught up with her, the excitement of someone new. It has him urging Edwin to take a case in America, and not noticing small problems beginning to take root.

Somewhere along the way, something happens between him and Edwin. Usually they don't have issues and Charles wants to resolve this but he doesn't want to be the one to give in.

What's wrong with playing a little? Trying new thing and getting to know new people? They could all get along if Edwin would just relax.

Charles doesn't even get defensive when Crystal makes the occasional too vicious dig at Edwin, although the little betrayed looks he gets from Edwin make his skin itch. They both give as good as they get and he's willing to let them spit at each other until they've calmed down.

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Charles will admit that possessing Esther was not the best choice he could have made, or even top 3, but it was the one he went with. He's never done it and probably never will again after seeing how upset Edwin was. It's fine though. They'll be fine.

It's not fine.

The Cat King, and god does Charles hate cats, puts the equivalent of a collar on Edwin. The bastard knows exactly what Charles is too, how insulting it is for him see Edwin leashed like dog.

He stays just beyond Charles' reach or close enough to Edwin that he can't do anything.

Are we playing a game his grin asks and Charles wants to rip the word no into his skin until he lets Edwin go.

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Niko is a unexpected joy, especially for Edwin. As soon as she can see them, she asks Charles about his teeth. He doesn't pay attention to how Edwin also looks panicked at the question, just smiles at her and he's positive his teeth are human. She hums and get easily distracted by something Crystal is saying, but he makes a point to run his tongue over his teeth before he opens his mouth around her, just to make sure.

They keep getting distracted, by cases that are as interesting as they are frustrating, while trying to figure out how to get the bracelet off Edwin. The Devlin House is not his best moment, the case digging cruelly into sore spots he'd been trying very hard to forget he had. It also adds to the tension between him and Edwin.

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Charles does not like the night nurse. Especially when she goes digging in his head, but he gets her back when she goes too far, gets too nosy and sees things she shouldn't. It's easy to give into the anger that's been gnawing at him for years, but he send her off over the the side of the cliff instead of just finishing her right there.

But she comes back, just like Esther does, and she leads that thing right back to Edwin.

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The world narrows down to a pin prick where the wall reformed after closing behind the demon. There's a ringing in his ears that's not loud enough to cover Edwin's screams playing over and over in his ears. He turns on the night nurse growling so hard his throat burns, teeth aching from where they're clenched and bared at her. He's never been this mad. He's never been this scared.

Some type of survival instinct must kick in because she opens a door to hell for him, probably hoping he just stays down there. He doesn't remember his way around, or know where he'll even pop out at, so he snags Edwins notebook and opens it to the map he knows is there, and starts his descent.

It does come back, each step pulls up the memories and instincts until he's confident he could track Edwin by smell alone if he needed to. He ignores the woman sobbing on the stairs, she doesn't matter.

Limbo

Gluttony

Lust

Here. The dollhouse.

There's old blood on the walls of the hallways, mixed in with new, and in parts of it he can smell Edwin. Some of it old enough that it would have been from his first trip down and his skin prickles from how angry he is.

He doesn't need the lantern, his eyes have adjusted to see in the dim hallways and dark corners but he's knows it will comfort Edwin. It's a comfort to him too, even if he doesn't need it. It reminds him of when Edwin found him.

And he does find Edwin, a fluttering relief in his chest as he starts towards him and Edwin takes a step too. Only for him to be ripped away again, screaming, and Charles can already smell the fresh blood.

He doesn't really need to be quiet, not really. The demon isn't going to be eager to pick a fight with Charles once it realizes what he is, but it might get brave if it's over what is clearly it's favorite toy.

Edwin is more vulnerable then he's ever been though and Charles aches with it. Whatever Edwin wants, Charles will be completely silent if that's what he wants. Anything.

There's an ache, a burning, a balloon about ready to pop in his chest. He wants to find somewhere dark and small and safe for them. He wants to lick over the wounds he sees on Edwin and right, focus. Clearly he's starting to fall back into those instincts pretty strong.

They stop on the stairs and the only reason Charles doesn't just throw Edwin over his shoulder and continue up the stairs is because the other boy is clearly exhausted and has something he thinks must be said.

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Love.

He loves Edwin. There's nothing he loves as much as Edwin and certainly nothing he could love more.

In love... what does that mean?

The completely human part of him thinks of his parents and nonono, that's not right. The hellhound part, that's sitting right under his skin due to being back in hell, tells him to kill something and leave it at Edwin's feet.

Neither of those seem right. However killing the spider demon for Edwin is incredibly tempting and he makes a note to revisit the thought later.

He can't say nothing to Edwin though. So he says something, the first thing that he can string into a sentence and hopes it's enough.

It seems to be because they're moving again, making it through the door just in time.

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The cat king's bracelet is gone and Charles wants to go home. He wants to drag Edwin through the nearest mirror and hid away in their office for a week or more. He wants to look Edwin over, feel along all his joints to make sure they're okay because that's where the demon spider would have started when it ripped him apart, the joints giving way easier than trying to snap bone. Not that it didn't do that too.

He doesn't want to abandon the girls though and they stay.

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Charles hates witches. To be fair, his last real run in with a powerful witch ended with him being reborn as a human. He really hates Esther though.

She knows, just like the cat king did, what he is.

There's runes on the floor under him, and even if he gets out of the iron collar he's still going to be stuck. The collar is a insult as much as it's a way to keep him under control.

He's stuck, Edwin screaming in the next room and he's going to tell Edwin everything after this. He wants to learn everything he can about himself so he never gets put in this situation again. He knows he could get out of this if he had more understanding and practice. The iron burns but he can burn hotter, he knows he can, and the runes can be broken, he just doesn't know how.

Niko and Crystal will have to do for now though, they slide him his bag, which slides over some of the runes and makes a break in them. He finds the lockpick quick after that and he's free and up in moments. He aches to go to Edwin, his teeth itch and he can barely think about anything else, but the girls were right. He needs to kill the snake.

Thankfully, the snake dies quickly under his rage and he's upstairs again in just minutes. EdwinEdwinEdwin runs on loop in his head.

He's not quick enough to save Niko and he can feel Edwin's heartbreak from across the room.

Crystal and Niko are Charles', not the same way Edwin is but still something close and loved. They have to move though, death is going to come for her.

Edwin is crashing. Exhausted, overwhelmed, and devastated. He can barely stay up even with help and eventually Charles just picks him up. There's no fight, he just accepts it.

He's quiet. Charles hopes he doesn't think he's back in hell... or that he never left at all.

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The unexpected arrival of the night nurse at their office, and the threat to Edwin, has Charles finally saying fuck it. He's going to get rid of her and after that he can beg Edwin for a chance to explain.

But he doesn't get a chance to. Instead he has to make sure his teeth aren't showing too sharp as he grins at their newest agency member. She huffs at Edwin a few times and seems genuinely upset but Charles can't bring himself to be sympathetic. She keeps an eye on him until she leaves, and he lets his teeth show right when she leaves as a reminder. Smart woman.

It's just them again, like it's always been, and he wants to cry as he hugs Edwin. It feels good to hold and be held.

Until Edwin pulls back and says he knows in a way clearly meant to show that he does indeed know.

Hellhounds tend to run hot, and even though Charles is dead and can't really have a body temperature, he does tend to run hot. However, he feels frozen, even colder than the night he died.

There's no fear from Edwin though. No screaming or running, no wards to trap him or spells quickly spoken to hurt him. Just Edwin, looking at him the way he always has, and Charles realizes like a punch to the gut that the look is love.

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Edwin doesn't mind the too sharp teeth when they bite at his lower lip and neck. He doesn't mind the sharp nails where they sometimes catch a little on the skin of his hips. He doesn't mind the way Charles can smell and his favorite smell is apparently Edwin, who can't smell and has no idea what he even smells like anymore.

Edwin doesn't mind the growls and snarls, pulling out the softer sounds Charles didn't know he was capable of making. Edwin doesn't care.

He doesn't say anything specifically but Charles also knows the part of Edwin that thinks this wasn't his last run in with hell, is relieved. There's not a single place in hell Edwin could be taken that could be hidden from a hellhound, not a place in hell that Charles wouldn't find.

🌙🌙🌙🌙

I like my characters morally grey and ready to kill for each other.

This idea punched me on the face and stole my lunch money. Someone write me fics please 🥺

#dead boy detectives #payneland #edwin paine #charles rowland #dbda #hellhound au #solving cases with greyskyflowers

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extremely-judgemental · 13 days ago

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Ways Rhysand has been manipulative but no one noticed.

I find it strange that Rhysand never gets angry with Feyre. Not once in four books, omitting the first of course. Some may argue it’s because he is a loving partner who understands her that well. That’s plausible if Rhysand didn’t have any anger issues.

To preface this, Feyre naturally has darkness in her that isn’t overt until ACOMAF, and with Rhysand, she gets the freedom to be herself without judgement even if she is wrong. Feyre is not brainwashed to become Rhysand’s puppet, however, she is a victim of his control, lies, and manipulation to a degree.

One of the biggest flaw in Tamlin is his anger. It’s how he becomes a danger to Feyre, to his friends, to everyone around him. But what people miss is that Rhysand isn’t that different either. While one’s expression is explosive and physical, the other’s is more psychological.

There are clear instances when Feyre acts on her own or disagrees with Rhysand, but she is never the subject of his temper. One such scene is when she goes looking for the Suriel (because this stands out a lot to me and my memory sucks).

Considering Rhysand’s character, it’s not unreasonable to believe he’d lash out on Morrigan first and then Nesta. But the moment Feyre is back, he is the epitome of love and compassion.

We know he is easily provoked just as any other MC. He lost his mate while he was out in the battle somewhere and when she returns, he is collected. Where frustration and anger would be justified, he is as calm as the dead.

There is a mix of emotions like fear and relief too, but I am talking about expression here. Not what he feels, rather how he presents them and lets others see him.

If I had a telepathic partner with whom I share a consensual live stream of feelings and thoughts all day long, I’d be more frustrated that he put me through the very thing that he knows will hurt me. But Rhysand never has a negative reaction to Feyre. Ever.

This is the same old ‘Rhysand is better than Tamlin’ or ‘Rhysand will never hurt Feyre’ propaganda but it fails. It’s impossible to not get angry with anyone ever. At some point, something will disappoint you no matter how deep the love is.

Also, if Rhysand treated everyone from this level, this wouldn’t be out of norm. He is very expressive when it comes to his anger—with Cassian, Azriel, Lucien, Tamlin, Morrigan at least once, and obviously, Nesta. He doesn’t hold back his words and often his temper is translated into dominance, his High Lord power that he uses to subdue the rest of them. This happens time and time again but seen as a badass move where Rhysand is always right.

So why is Feyre spared? It isn’t out of love. It’s about control. Cassian, Azriel, Amren, and Morrigan owe Rhysand for the life they currently have. There is always a limit to how far they can push him. When they cross it, he uses his rank to put them in their place. He can’t do the same with Feyre because the moment he does that, he becomes exactly like Tamlin. The illusion of the High Lady title shatters.

It’s so Feyre never sees him for who he is. As long as it’s not directed at her, she will sit on her high horse and coddle him, like she does about his hatred for Nesta. Feyre is self-centred and she can’t take criticism. Imagine if Rhysand pushes her too far, Feyre will leave him like she left Tamlin. Because of the bond, Rhysand will suffer. He will also lose Nyx, an extension of him.

The only way to keep Feyre under his control will be to make her feel loved and safe in whatever delusional capacity so she never questions him, proven by the pregnancy debacle.

Which is why this isn’t a sign of emotional maturity rather a repression of his true feelings to get his way.

Anyway, I consider this an oversight from SJM because she doesn’t let Rhysand be himself. She desperately wants to show how he is the perfect match for Feyre, the greatest partner anyone can ever have. But the contrast in his behaviour screams manipulation.

#anti feyre #anti rhysand #anti feysand #not really anti #adding tags to keep stans away #anti acotar #anti sjm

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noodles-doodles01 · 7 months ago

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Some Gravity Falls Stuff I Found

A lot of this could already be known, but I'm having fun and its a way to keep track. All is from thisisnotawebsitedotcom.com

So for computer passwords:

Dipper- a letter from Bill (his handwriting + he calls him Pine Tree) telling dipper to stare into the sun

Mabel- Places stickers all over the lab until the screen says "lab fully Mabelized"

Stanford/Sixer- Gives a Medical report on Ford's hand taken at 18, the report censors the mention of kidnapping him for cloning

Stanley- eBay for brass knuckles

MatPat- a video of MatPat saying "hello internet, this time, you're on your own"

Cipher/Bill Cipher- Eye of Providence Wiki

Bill- Sesame Street Video

Wendy- A letter from Wendy saying that she wrote a way to ward off evil triangles at the bottom right of the book (I have two ideas for what this could be), also a 👌 drawn in the bottom right corner upside down.

Blind Eye- A seeing eye test that repeats the letters WKHBOOVHH (anagram maybe?) with a colour code at the bottom (I'll include this later in this post)

Robbie- Shows messenger messages between Robbie and Thompson. Thompson seems to be getting real tired of the bullying (He wrote out "If you keep insulting me one of these days I-" and then highlights it as if he's about to delete it, followed by Yea :(). They discuss going to a site to see Bill, and later freak out about seeing him and knowing how they both die (Thompson gets mistaken for luggage and Robbie chokes on a mini skateboard). The end is this photo with Bill in the background:

Pacifica- A letter from Pacifica herself warning against Bill, saying that she dumped old Tapestries with triangles on it off a yacht with an unnamed friend. She seems to be super uncomfy about mentioning who the friend is (Dipper maybe?). She ends the letter saying that you should follow her on Platinum Paz

Platinum Paz: Details a story of Pacifica having a nightmare about blood being on her hands and everywhere. She then has a conversation with a statue of Nathaniel NW, who asks about her anger. She tells him everything was better before the Pines' came to town, and he says he will help her if she does something for him: go to the Pines' place and grab a small snowglobe that's new (the rift). He is about to shake her hand before she stops and wakes up. She then adds Dipper's number to her phone and sleeps well. Most likely what leads to the tapestries being thrown off a yacht.

Oneeyedking: a hypnosis tape where there is morse code in the background while Bill says "you want to sell your soul to Bill Cipher" three times. I didn't do this but the morse code gives a series of letters (explained below)

If you spam Stanley: you are a taken to something called “the Wheel of Shame” and it is Bill explaining that he knows all of Stan’s shames since he was in his head. They are listed as follows: Ex Wives, Fears, Secret Shames, Unreported Crimes, Stan’s Failed Products, Lowest Moments, Darkest Thought (pin all crimes on Soos), and How Stan Beat Me (He didn’t! I’M STILL HERE SUCKER)

Now for Codes:

When you click on the book of Bill, there is a letter from Ford to Dipper warning against the book. On the last page at the bottom right corner, this code is seen (this is what I thought Wendy might mean):

I tried all the existing codexes, but they didn't work. Until I typed MASON into the compuer (Dipper's acc name), which gives a sheet where Dipper talks about learning how to make codes. Ford's writing comes in at the end, and the words CRYPTOGRAM CODEX are capitalized at the end. When that was input into the computer, a folder file was downloaded and gave me multiple codes.

I used CypherFontA and flipped the message on the Vertical Axis and reversed the message to get: PER ASPERA AD ASTRA, which means "through suffering to the stars" in Latin

There is another hidden code on the candle, visible through the lightning, and it uses the Runes codex, translating to CURSED. When input into the computer, you get this "Just Say No" campaign poster against drawing triangles (RAD), the words Cool and Parties are both randomly capitalized in this speech bubble from Nancy Reagan (not applicable to the passwords tho)

Carved into the wall (visible when lightling strikes) on the left is the Latin phrase "VALLIS CINERIS", which translates to "valley of ashes", you get this image and a creepy voice that says "why did you do it?" (a reference to bill destroying his home dimension)

The morse code spells out NAITSUAF, and when input to the computer, gives an offer to sell your soul. At the bottom is a button that asks are you ready, when you click on it, it shows a contract that has the following code on it

This is also a codex given in the previously mentioned codex file, and it is the theraprism file. It states: "YOU ARE NOW TWENTY ONE GRAMS LIGHTER"

Below the theraprism is more CipherFontA code, which I have not fully completed but seems to list out the terms of the contract. However, I noticed these rectangles near the words and am wondering if it means to take the letter closest to it or if it is a period. I am too lazy to work it all out rn so feel free to lmk what that all says :)

When you sign the contract, it says "pleasure doing business with you" and the flame on the candle is now blue. When you mess with the toggle on the computer, you get a backwards audio message in the same creepy voice as the Vallis Cineris code. When reversed, the audio says: " Someone help, the murderer’s name is Bill”

The prism that sits beside the computer has a code with the following symbols: #?&&!, which reads out as SORRY (this code is in the Book of Bill). When you input that into the computer, you get an image of college Ford and McGucket :(

That’s all I have for now! Feel free to reblog with anything else you might have found! I know of a ton more but I didn’t include them since this post would NEVER end.

#gravity falls #dipper pines #mabel pines #book of bill #bill cipher #stan pines #stanley pines #stanford pines #alex hirsch #billford #the book of bill #matpat #thisisnotawebsitedotcom

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fictionfixations · 2 months ago

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ive been going through the artbook with like a translation app

slowly because i keep hitting low battery

but so

ive learned like. a lot of things. (feel free to correct me, i dont know korean me is using translation from translator app that sometimes translates different things depending on how focused the characters are in the image)

this is really more for my sake so i just have a list of this compiled for me to go back to instead of hunting down the pages all over again with my phone out cause the app drains my battery FAST 😭

there is stuff ive glossed over tho or didnt include

mainly ivan focused because he's my favorite

for some reason i started adding stuff about round 6 while i was in the middle of stuff for round 3 💀??

also ive only just realized that when it says unknown its probably referring to mizi so im just sat here like how many times has it referred to 'unknown' earlier and it was actually mizi i cant remember 😭 i was just rolling with it like unknown? sure

(1) apparently theres like a 'crack' that happened in like the wall. there are ghost stories spread about it so not many go there but theres like a hidden passage. but so ivan was very curious about till and led him to that crack. seeing him get back up over and over to protect mizi made him realize the uniqueness of till, that he couldnt be till or understand him so it led to that curiosity turning into obsession. also the monster there is for security purpose)

(2) when till was being discounted (sold) and ivan had been like sold(??) or something in the slums they saw each other once. then they forgot that was their first meeting im going insane i remember reading this but i cant remember what page and i cant find it??? i want to recall what circumstances ivan was in 💀 cause like for all i know he was taken out for a walk or something IDK MAN 😭😭😭

(3) ivan having had a rough childhood in the slums was able to get the upperhand on fighting till (when they beat each other up and ivan was smiling), to which till unaware of his past and just thought ivan was naturally good at it also to ivan, hitting till was expressing his feelings, and that till was someone who accepted those feelings, which attracted him. ..?

(4) ivan having been underfed in the past, made him smaller than the other kids but as he grew he ended up catching up to till's height (also i dont think he had his fang when he was younger. if you look at ivan at (2) there was like a note about his tooth not there yet or something in the artbook)

(5) He also kept close to Till like he wanted him to know he existed, and as his expression as a child was blank, Till couldn't understand him at all.

(6) The way Ivan looks at Till is a little too creepy to be defined as love, and that his one-sided feelings for Till eventually became an indescribable concept.

(7) Kissing was an unfamiliar act to modern humans. There'd been a time where kissing on the cheek was popular in Anakt Garden, which lingered in Ivan's mind and gave him an idea. It shouldn't be just a kiss, Ivan concluded. It's a section where various emotions were driven to act. ("Thank you for being the victim of my shallow emotions" still has me breaking im) (I would also like to mention there was like a comic or something about Ivan asking Till for a kiss on the lips, and that other people have been doing it) (I'm relying on the translator app but I also saw this translation first so)

(8) It's described as Ivan acting like a child, unilaterally pouring out his feelings to Till 💀 (when kissing him)

(9) his outfit on round 3 has symbols of the brands that he's sponsored by, and show that he's 'being sold as a product'

(10) in the slums, when being held over like the edge due to the anger of a dealer, he faced the fear of death at such a young age that it stuck with him, that death was always near him. the shooting stars that then appeared stayed with him unconsciously (the translation it gives me is "the ecstasy faced with death took place intensely in Ivan's deep unconsciousness.")

(11) ivan gradually feels anger and affection towards till to where its hard to tell when his feelings started and eventually it turns into obsession

(12) the lyrics of black sorrow dont fully explain him. in the last chorus he recalls the start of his old emotions, showing affection for a brief moment before returning to reality

(13) originally the relationship between ivan and till overlapped too closely with mizi and sua so it was changed to be about like possessiveness control and obsession

anyway the only thing i havent checked so far is like pages 240+

other things: ??? when was i gonna learn freddie(?) apparently was a father to two wtf till did you just orphan children 💀

in the sort of like detention room(??), the only sound you can hear is your breathing

tills clothing in round 6 is meant to signify that hes become kind of more obedient? he doesnt believe mizi died but he is like a lot more subdued. also tills shoes are apparently made of metal wtf (which shows urak's lack of care for him)

SORRY??? WAS THE SONG TILL WAS MADE TO SING BE MY CLEMATIS????

if i look at whats in in <> are and compare it to the korean characters of My Clematis.. yeah. thats my clematis alright. oh damn.

he refused to though and i guess we have more context why but holy fuck man.

originally started because i wanted to share my findings about till being told to sing my clematis, and also apparently that we couldve gotten mizisua but ivantill and i need someone to make an au of that so i can live in denial that its one-sided 💀

then i just ended up compiling a good chunk of the stuff about ivan from the artbook

#alnst #alien stage artbook #alien stage #ivantill #tillivan #alnst ivan #alien stage ivan #ivan alnst #ivan alien stage #alnst till

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 10 months ago

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Do you see the differences between the game and the novel Twisted Wonderland? I didn't notice much until I searched on Youtube, Novel Ace was ready to apologize to Yuu ( in this case Yuuya) for insulting, Malleus isn't our little sweet dragon boy but literally choking Yuuya ?!

Yes, I do keep up with the differences between all official adaptations of TWST! This includes the light novel, which in my opinion has the most frequent and significant deviations from the game. It’s been very interesting to compare the two.

I don’t immediately comment on every change (of which there are many) I see unless specifically asked about it or I notice something pretty major. Some examples of the latter would be the like novels elaborating on Leona’s motives or Riddle’s flashback and the consequences of his actions.

I think this is facilitated by two factors: 1) the light novel format allowing for more space to expand on ideas and concepts, and 2) Yuuya is the most different Yuu we’re gotten. The game Yuu is very much a blank slate for players to project onto in order to easily immerse them in the story. Meanwhile, the manga Yuus tend to be the “helpful” types that move the story along in their own way. This is because the manga has limited space in the magazines they run in, so they need to keep things snappy and follow the main story pretty strictly. The light novel is able to stop and have the POV character reflect, doubt themselves, and refuse involvement because a medium that is inherently mostly words forces you to slow down and take in everything on the page. There’s no limit or demands of a book, so the events have much more time to “marinate”.

Personally, I really love a lot of the minor changes in the light novel. I feel they really flesh out the relationships between characters, particularly Yuuya and his friendship with Ace and Deuce. Ace actually has the guts to realize he was the one who fucked up and apologizes for being an ass. It’s so in line with the brutal honesty he dishes out it to others. Deuce stays up late into the night talking to Yuuya and makes them feel welcome because when was the last time he had done anything like this? Yuuya was always the loner back home, ignored by his classmates and feeling invisible. Now he has loyal friends who got his back and actively tell off mob students who sneer at his enrollment. Moments like this make me really care about their bond and make it more believable that they would trek halfway across Twisted Wonderland to come to Yuuya’s aid in the eventual book 4 of the novelization.

dbksbejwjwwhei The one thing that caught me off guard about your ask was the “Malleus chokes Yuuya” part, which I do not recall ever happening 😅 I went back into the light novel to cross reference just in case I had forgotten! I believe you’re referring to when Yuuya and Malleus first meet in book 2? In which case, I think there was reader misinterpretation involved.

What happens is that Malleus begins to introduce himself, then stops and says he permits Yuuya to pick a name for him. But Yuuya, feeling uncomfortable with the idea of nicknaming someone he just met, asks for Malleus’s actual name (something which game Yuu does not do). This incurs Malleus’s anger—“I have said no. Did you not hear me?” It is then that we get a few paragraphs describing how Yuuya goes “stiff”, a “briar-like tension seizes his body, making it impossible to move”, “fear [making his] heart race”, he “[forgets] to breathe” etc. (Fan translation by Yuurei!)

To me, that… doesn’t read as Malleus choking Yuuya, let alone laying a finger on him. It’s more like Yuuya is so consumed by fear that he finds himself entirely paralyzed and unable to argue back, so instead he submits and lets the subject drop. There’s no mention of Malleus “letting go” or anything either, just the fairy lights brightening again once his mood clears and he realizes Yuuya isn’t looking to defy him. It’s also important to note that, previously, the night in this scene was described as tranquil and pleasant—the emphasis is on how Malleus’s mood shifts the atmosphere and the “feeling” of the night.

So!! The “seizing” mentioned is NOT literal; a feeling could “seize” you too, coming in suddenly and with great power. This is a literary device known as personification, or giving a non-human object or action human-like qualities or skills. When used to describe the briar-like feeling, it’s also a simile, which is when you use “like” or “as” to compare two things.

… Besides, imagine Yuuya being choked out by someone during your first meeting and then no description of him freaking out?? And then still building a whole friendship based on this weird encounter??? Even though Yuuya has a history of catastrophizing and even thinks about Leona explicitly tearing his throat out just because of Leona’s powerful presence???? That just does not make sense. It also doesn’t make sense for Malleus’s character. Yes, he can lash out at people, but here it feels like he’s telegraphing his displeasure (via the atmosphere, similar to how his mood disrupts the weather) rather than resorting to a physical attack (or using magic to bind someone in place).

#twisted wonderland #twst #Malleus Draconia #Riddle Rosehearts #Leona Kingscholar #Deuce Spade #Ace Trappola #twst light novel #twisted wonderland light novel #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #notes from the writing raven #question #Kuroki Yuua #Yuuya Kuroki #Yuu #twst manga #twisted wonderland manga

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reginnaofallwaters · 11 months ago

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☆ HONKAI STAR RAIL

duckin' (boothill x gn!reader)

tw: none

additional: hint of forbidden love, a lot of censored cursing tbh

a/n: i'll proofread this when i wake up lol. i just had an idea and i needed to do word vomit before i forget all of it <//3 anyway hi :)

A relationship between human and cyborg.. How did that even work?

That was the question you always heard when the people of your planet met your boyfriend.

Granted, cyborgs were, in a way, still human. Not completely for sure, but still human. They had human feelings, human desires, human minds. It just so happened they had a body of steel and metal. There was no denying, however, that cyborgs felt.. a little inhuman sometimes. Their bodies was one such example, the steel often glinting underneath the light. Often times, they had.. "unique" features that weren't present in normal humans. Some had retractable arms, extended legs, and even extended—

Let's not go there.

Point is— cyborgs weren't quite human. Their unique features would make regular humans fear them. But, hey, this was the whole damn universe, of course there'll be the occasional weirdo or two with the sheer amount of planets that littered the whole, wide galaxy (I mean, Planet Screwllum literally exists), but that's to be expected.

Anyway, where were we? Right. Unique features.

For one, your boyfriend, a cyborg named Boothill, had this fun, little tech embedded in him called the Synesthesia Beacon. It was a translator device that allowed one's thoughts and consciousness into a language the receiver could understand. In this case— you.

Oh, and it was so, so hilarious.

And it also just happened that someone tinkered with his Synesthesia Beacon (Aeons knew who but a part of you thanks them for it). As thus, any fun curse words he wished to say were basically censored.

"That fudging idiot!" Boothill hissed lowly under his breath. "Can't forking believe that someone messed around with my Synesthesia Beacon. How the heck did they manage to do that anyway?"

You bit back a laugh and attempted for a gentle smile to hide your smirk. That obviously failed with the way Boothill shot you a warning glare.

"Ya sure ya weren't behind this, darlin'?" He plopped himself onto the seat next to you, cold, mechanical arms immediately wrapping around your waist like it belonged there. The thought made you a little happy. Just a little, of course. "Maybe ya did this to mess with me, hm?"

"I would never," you retorted with a chuckle. "I can't even trust myself with tinkering with elaborate machinery or whatnot, what made you think I'd have the balls to mess yours up?"

"Hah. Fair enough," he replied. "Still. Look at me. I sound like a character from those duckin' kid shows."

Boothill's face contorted, an unpleasant sneer forming on his lips at the realization that a simple 'damn' got censored too. God, that expression was hilarious.

"Pfft—" You really, really couldn't hold it back for much longer— "Duckin', huh?"

"Sweetheart, ya know I love ya, so spare me the laughin' and just don't for the love of frills— The fork?! Frills? Frills? Are you friggin kiddin' me right now? That friggin' son of a birch, I swear."

You laughed silently as he continued to rant on (Read: Attempt to cuss) with no end. You shifted in your place to face him, gently removing his grip on your waist. Once you've faced him, you gently cupped his cheeks, eyebrow raised.

Boothill stopped.

You always had that effect on him. One simple touch was all it took to rid him of all of his anger. It didn't matter whatever shit he was worrying about, the moment you touched him with a knowing glint in your eye, he immediately went quiet each time. His shoulders relaxed, obsidian eyes softening, and the deep frown on his face easing into a neutral line.

"You calmed down much more quicker this time," you hummed, thumb gently tracing his cheek. "Color me surprised."

"Duh, because it's ya, sweetheart," he murmured in reply, nuzzling further into your touch. "Don't know how ya do it, but ya always make me feel calm. I like it."

You didn't reply this time, your other hand reaching out to remove the hat atop of Boothill's head and placing it aside. Your fingers threaded itselves through his long, black and white locks, brushing aside the occasional tangle. His hair wasn't soft and perfect by any means but.. you didn't mind.

You still recalled the way your friends and family were.. rather concerned for you once they learned of your relationship with Boothill. In your planet, cyborgs, mechanical, and inorganic life forms weren't exactly welcome. It was taboo to even interact with one. Yet, you went ahead and got yourself a cyborg boyfriend anyway. Of course, they would be concerned.

Putting his whole "cyborg" origin aside, Boothill's personality and position as a Galaxy Ranger was something to.. definitely worry about. Galaxy Rangers were known for being lone travellers throughout the universe. Rarely do they travel in groups unless subduing an evil that a Ranger couldn't deal on their own. Wouldn't you be just abandoned? Be neglected? Those were the words of your loved ones.

Boothill wasn't like that in the slightest. Despite his outgoing and unrestrained personality, he made sure to never leave you alone for too long. Made you sure were happy first and foremost. Wasn't that enough? Wasn't him doing his best enough?

As you gaze into his eyes, you smiled again.

Yes. It was definitely enough.

"I love you," you said.

"I love you too, sweetheart," he said in turn. "Too duckin' much."

"..Pfft. Duckin'."

"I take it back. I don't love ya anymore."

"Hey!"

So, how did a relationship between a human and a cyborg work?

You don't know. It just did. To your planet, it was a taboo. To you, it felt right. It didn't matter to you one bit. In the end, Boothill being a cyborg did not matter.

And wasn't the most important thing here was love? You love him. He loves you.

That alone was enough.

#hsr x reader #hsr boothill x reader #boothill x reader #☆knights' writings

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mari-lair · 1 year ago

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I want to talk about Killua and Gon's separation.

There is a lot to untangle so let's start with Killua's mentality after the Chimera Ant Arc.

Killua is aware of how much Gon hurt him, and he understands that even if Gon's bond and dept with Kite is not something he can relate to, this pain isn't something he can brush off either, yet, he comclude his self-reflection by calling his dilemma a burden.

This need to be valued by Gon is what made him take things personally and feel useless during their invasion.

Regardless of his own feelings and issues, Killua blames himself for not sucking up and staying there with Gon. He has for a while... Take note of how horrified he looks after Palm tells him he is the one Gon needs the most.

Any possible joy he could have gotten from being important was far too small compared to the crushing realization 'Gon needs me and I left him alone while he was suffering.'

But Killua is hurting for himself too, at how he was put in a situation where everything felt out of his control.

That makes him angry.

When yelling at Gon about how reckless and selfish he is, Killua thinks to himself "apologies...?" as a question, a question that comes right after thinking "this time I won't forgive you'', like he is trying to find an answer to how he is feeling.

He doesn't really know what he wants from Gon, how or even where to direct his anger.

But he does know what he wants from himself.

'I will definitively make you better.'

It makes his declaration feel more like a "you will be alive to apologize. You will be here when I figure it out" the apology itself isn't nearly as important.

Because his recovery is so important, Killua doesn't allow himself to think too hard about it. He can't get emotional and make mistakes again, he needs to be level headed and get things done.

Even if the ever-present fear that he will be too late to save Gon is there.

He was too late once after all.

Killua immediately loses his calm when there are no hospital curtains or glass windows between them.

Even with Nanika by his side to give him strength, he is tense from the moment he reaches for Gon's hand. It breaks him to witness exactly how bad Gon state has become.

Translations vary but the sense of urgency is prevalent, even with his mission accomplished, his wish a touch away, he shows zero relief, he acts like he is too late again, desperate to help him.

There is no 'Gon is invincible. He heals super fast from everything.' mentality anymore, and even the hope he has been clinging to that 'Nanika is amazing, she can heal Gon' gets destroyed.

Is just him and the brutal reminder Gon can fall.

So when Gon gets up, against all odds, Killua is happy. The joy is stronger than his grief.

He downplays his worry, and keeps it casual, when he tells Gon to watch out for himself, but he is genuinely happy when Gon thanks him.

That's what I believe Killua really wanted from the start, not an apology but a thank you. It always hit him hard when Gon thanks him, be it when Killua is happy, or at his lowest:

Killua just didn't believe he deserved a "thank you", not after being put far too many responsibilities on himself and drowning in failures. But now, things are okay.

For as difficult as Killua's life is, he does like to focus on the good, so when he talks to Gon, who is alive and no longer blinded by grief, while being able to hold on to his little sister's hand, who is happy and free, he has no regrets, it was no problem. He would do it again and again and again for them, and Gon showing appreciation of what he has done is the cherry on top.

Killua doesn't really care about the apology anymore, because he already understands Gon didn't want to hurt him, he has been by Gon's side for years, and he knows better than anyone that Gon is a kind boy who loves his friends very much, and is far too harsh on himself.

So Killua acknowledges his pain but he keeps it light-hearted and brief. He doesn't want his best friend to focus on this, as Gon is prone to, so after Gon gets on his knees to apologize, Killua thanks him.

Which is something Killua rarely does, most of his thank yous are either casual or in monologues Gon isn't privy to. But he want to focus on the good he gained, on how his adventures and feelings for Gon are what let him take the needle out and go to Alluka's rescue instead of how he learned to fear loss.

He believes Gon is just as important to Alluka's rescue as Alluka was to his recovery. And he acknowledged Gon's issues but still value him.

So he does what he has always appreciated, and lets Gon know how valuable he is. Hurt or not, he always wants what's best for Gon. To cheer him up, to put his mind at ease.

And now that things have gotten more peaceful, they both decided that's what they focus on, on how valuable the other is. How much they enjoy each other's company and how hard it is to go their separate ways.

Even what Ging says about "What I was I looking for isn't what I ended up valuing" parallels their arrangement.

This is the end of their journey to travel the world in search of Ging, and the Chimera Ant disaster will definitively mark them, but they are still friends, and proud of it!

Which brings me to Killua's "you're number two" claim.

Personally, I do not believe he is being literal or trying to measure their value when he claims his sister is No.1. He just doesn't want to put too much pressure on Gon when he can tell Gon is still beating himself over how he treated Killua.

Palms's "You're the most important person to Gon" speech broke Killua, it crushed him with pressure, and it wasn't even Gon himself saying. Imagine how bad Gon would feel if Killua said "You're my most important person" or showed in any way how highly he holds Gon after the way Gon had snapped at him.

Add in how Gon already feels indebted to Killua, who had witnessed Gon destroy himself over his debt to Kite, and how hard it is for Gon to let Killua go... I can understand why Killua would want to downplay the situation as much as possible. Make it easier on Gon.

I don't want to downplay Alluka's importance to Killua though, she is the main reason they separate, the one that gives Killua confidence to turn his back on Gon despite how sad they look about diverging their paths, and makes Killua keep going.

Killua had nothing he wanted for a while. Now he wants to take Alluka and Nanika to travel the world, and while Gon is amazing and fun, he is also deeply intertwined with danger.

And Killua already has a lot of danger on his hands.

He needs a break from danger. From stress.

He can't protect Alluka and Nanika, while keeping an eye on Gon in their usual adventures. And he can't let himself go wild with Illumi on the hunt.

His priority is to keep Alluka safe and happy. Show her a taste of freedom and all the fun he knows exists out there.

And Killua is emotionally smart too, for as much as he is attached to Gon, I think he does realize they need time away. They will see each other again, they promised.

but right now they are too dependent.

#hxh #hunter x hunter #killua zoldyck #gon freecs #character analysis #killugon #this post is a bit all over the place but once i connected (or at least i think i did) one accidental dot it drove me insane #long post #and that was me trying to keep it short yugyugyu help

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seneon · 5 months ago

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Hero!Dabi x k-pop idol!reader 🙏😫

★ the hero boyfriend and idol girlfriend, dabi.

the all-knowing dabi of the top ranked pro heroes. would the world be in absolute calamity when it knows that he's in a soul-tied relationship with the all-knowing k-pop idol— you? will the world come to accept the unexpected or fear and twist the unexpected?

first time the occurrence was made public was during one of your concerts— a tour around all of southeast asia and this tour was held in the city of kuala lumpur, malaysia. not long after your group began your show, villains have wreaked havoc upon the venue. god forbid that you are just like the other citizens there, for the villains have targeted your poor soul who is of innocence.

as you were hauled into the air from the stage below, the tentacles or arm or a slime-like thing of the villain was burned off with precision. and there you see the angered face mixed in with a cocky smirk that was carved at the corner of his lips.

gravity was never your friend. so you start to fall. but thank heavens, your super awesome pro hero dabi caught you just in time before you reached the ground and was about to plunge to death.

"touya!" you exclaimed and embraced him in primal fear, feeling his arms wrapped around your form as he leaned into you and gets a swift sniff of your hair. "you okay, y/n? sorry i was late. malaysians are demanding protection everywhere the moment i stepped in."

you pulled away and nodded, adding on a little hum. "m' okay. why are you here anyways?! you're stationed in japan!"

touya, hero name dabi, shots you a mischievous smile. "just wanted to see my girl perform in her first seasia show. you're doing great by the way. absolutely gorgeous. i'd snatch you off the stage and savour in your beauty but that'd ruin your group's show."

"weirdo. thanks for saving me. love you lots, touya," you chuckled and then cameras clicked. but nothing was ever confirmed by either you nor the hero. it'd be better for everything to just be rumours than to indulge in everyone's fantasies anyways.

note. this idea is way too good to not write 😳😳

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bubbles-for-all-of-us · 1 year ago

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Maybe brennan x witch reader that help eachother all the time but at some point she gets really hurt and brennan just goes ballistic trying to get to her on time and the fluff afterwards of him being a mother hen

Don’t die

When Brennan had first come to the Riorson house he never imagined that the first thing he would be greeted by would be a hurdle of females. All visibly drained. All way paler. The silver lining their eyes. That was the first of many times you had hissed at him. Back then he had misjudged the situation. His understanding of what was going on was murky. Brennan had little to no knowledge of what else was used to power the wards. Too many scrolls were in languages he couldn’t read.

That day he had simply attempted to pick up a little girl that had been crawling across the floor. Brennan had barely bent over when a sharp knife dug against his neck. “Move and I will cut you open”, that was when he first laid eyes on you. You were younger than him. At least that’s how it looked. But even if your hand wasn’t shaky Brennon saw the fear in your eyes. If not that then the scars all across your body did.

That was also the day when a new side of anger was born. They were using witches as power outlets. Dragging innocent children to the borders. But Brennan was going to change that.

“So what does this say?”, Brennan leaned over your shoulder, pointing at the paragraph he had been struggling to translate. You were in his room. The hour was edging towards the early morning but you both couldn’t seem to put the work aside. “I’m not one hundred percent sure”, you admitted, frowning softly. As yet another yawn threatened to slip past your lips. “But it looks like a sacrifice ritual”, you tapped your finger against the illustration above, “Basically the best way to use us as outlets”. Brennon shook his head, “Then we do everything against that and make sure that everyone is prepared to see signs of someone who might try to…”, “We could help”, you cut him off. For some months now that the revolution had kicked off in full swing the question of witchcraft had been raised in almost all meetings. For the most part, witches could uphold simple powers. But where they could shine if they gave away their powers to others.

“No, not like that”, Brennan protested as he stepped away from you. “This would give us the upper hand”, you pushed on further. He had never asked anything of your kind. But his protectiveness had harmed the progress of the revolution. “I will not allow that”, his sharp features deepened even more. The dimples on his cheeks wiped off with no trace. “But I am offering. A lot of us are”, you stated, turning to face him now. “Most riders don’t know how to safely use your power”, he pointed out in a huff. You knew that he understood what the offer implied. You knew the outcomes too. You crooked your head to the side watching the male in front of you.

“Don’t”, Brennan pleaded softly, his tired eyes meeting yours. “We will be fine”, you stepped closer to him, “I will be fine”. Your fingers softly brushed across his jaw. One that he flexed out of reflex before his lips softly touched your neck. You two hadn’t given time to discuss the situation brewing between you two. At first, it was a mutually needed distance. But now with you spending almost all nights in his bed and all the little touches. It had to be more. It felt like more. “I can’t…”, Brennon breathed out, his fingers digging into your hips just a thing stronger. “We already lost so much”, his desperate eyes met yours. But you didn’t let his fears reflect in your eyes, “You won’t lose me”, even if promises like that were so wrong to make in battles like that.

Brennon had triple-checked your daggers, flying leathers. Even the pins in your hair had been fidgeted with. You had caught his hand when he moved to recheck the straps of your other weapons, “I got it, Lieutenant Colonel”, you nudged his shoulder, hoping to suffocate his nerves for him. But he only frowned, “You never call me that, don’t call me that”, he grumbled, leaning his forehead against yours. “You are sleeping in my bed tonight”, he muttered after a couple of minutes of silence. “Is that a suggestion?”, you chuckled, letting your arms sneak across his waist. “No, an order and you know how much I love when you follow my orders”, he muttered, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Kinky”, you muttered as you two watched the horizon, waiting for the signal you all dreaded most.

Through it all. All you could think of was Brennan. And rule number one was to not get distracted but you worried. Worried for all of them. The cadets that for the most part were stepping into their doom. You had just helped to carry the injured flyer to the healers when your eyes landed on Violet and the venin that now surrounded her. It took you a second to make up your mind as you darted through the field. Summoning illusions as you ran in hopes of winning more time for her.

“Use me and get to Tairn”, you ordered her, as you threw one of the daggers, her confused eyes watching you. “You shouldn’t be here”, she stared but you quickly cut her off, “You’ll be able to aim right”, you growled out as you watched another cloud of wyvern approaching. “Now, Violet”, you hissed out, right as her hand reached for you and you fully lowered your shields, allowing her to dip her mental shields into yours.

It all was going right as you hoped it was until you eyes caught a glimpse of venin. “Traitor”, it hissed, “trading our secrets and for what?”. You turned, throwing another dagger before launching yourself off the closet building as you ran in hopes of reaching a dragon that you could use as leverage. You needed to get off the ground. See it all from the air. But your jumps had gotten sloppier, and with your powers running through Violet too, you knew your time was running out quickly.

You leaped off yet another rooftop. Eyes falling on orange scales. Marbh. It had to be him. Meaning that Brennan was here you only needed to get his attention but you needed to get rid of the venin that was chasing you first. “Pathetic little witch”, the venin snickered as you dodged another blow. You only had one dagger left. If you threw it you would be left defenseless. You looked back up, whistling in the tune you and Brennan used to identify each other with while raiding. But it was Marbh’s eyes you met first. And his claw was close enough so if you just jumped now. You leaped. A pained roar sliced the chaos as Marbh quickly changed his position but you saw something in the dragon’s eyes. Something that meant…

And then you felt it, a sharp claw digging into your flesh. Wyvern. Sadistic laugh. And the claw that was meters away from crushing your body. You managed to twist yourself, plunging the last dagger that you had right at the center of the claw welcoming the felling off free fall. Until your eyes caught Brennon’s mortified ones. His lips were moving but you no longer could make out what he was saying.

It felt as if someone had ripped Brennon’s heart out of his chest as he watched your body fall. It’s like every part of him froze for a moment. And it’s Marbh who’s working on his own accord as he plunges reaching out his claw to catch your limp body. Everything else feels equally as if it’s not him. Not him getting off his dragon. Not him watching Marbh slowly letting your blood-covered body hit the grass.

“No”, and it’s share panic. Blinding panic. Not real. Brennan kept telling himself. If he blinked. If he could only make himself blink it would all go away. You would be here. His knees hit the ground as he reached for you. Pulling your body to the side so he could examine the cut. “Yn”, he calls out, eyes scanning your face. “Come on, love, open your eyes for me”, slowly he mends the fresh cut, watching the flesh come together but your limp form remained.

“Come on”, he pulled you closer to him. Not safe, Marbh growled assessing the surroundings, flashing his teeth at anyone who got too close. “Please”, Brennan brushed some of the hair away from your forehead, “You can’t die. Don’t die”. His eyes were burning with tears he refused to weep just yet. He couldn’t. Never in his life had he had anyone he loved so much. You had become part of him. Letting go wasn’t an option. Marbh let out a pained roar too no doubt feeling the same emotion his ridder was feeling. Brennan felt his mending powers flailing. He was exhausted himself and with him not knowing what exactly he was healing and what other damage had been done most of it was wasted.

He didn’t care that he was covered in blood and grime as he pressed you closer to his chest. Swaying from side to side. Trying to suppress his sobs. And then he felt a light twitch. The feeling of fingers brushing against his side. Brennan pulled back, wide eyes looking down at you. Your own eyes were barely open but he could see the slight rise and fall of your chest. “Oh, thank you, thank you”, his eyes darted up to the sky before his attention was fully back on you. “Brenn…”, you muttered, bloody lips cracking as you spoke. “I’ve got you, you will be okay”, he reassured you, “I will never let anything happen to you, darling”.

#brennan sorrengail #brennan sorrengail x reader #brennan sorrengail x oc #brennan sorrengail imagine #brennan sorrengail x you #brennan sorrengail fourth wing #brennan fourth wing #brennan sorrengail iron flame #iron flame x reader #fourth wing x reader

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caleeeeee · 1 month ago

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Memory Ashes-Chapter 1

Here is a picture related to MA Turbug!

I've re-uploaded it! I'm REALLY SORRY for the serious disturbance caused last time due to my unfamiliarity with Tumblr...I swear it won't happen again... T_T ———————————————————————————————— Alright... Finally I decided to use a translator. I don’t know why, but I originally wrote just over 7,000 words, and once translated into English, the word count ballooned to over 18,000.

I’m not sure if using a translator will introduce a lot of errors into the story... but I’ve decided to give it a try. Honestly, I have zero confidence in my writing skills, so if my writing turns out to be terrible or full of mistakes, I’m really sorry... ————————————————————————————————

Click...

Click... Click...

Click...!

The incessant mechanical grinding sounds gradually roused the unconscious Cybug back to a semblance of awareness.

Turbo lazily narrowed his eyes, occasionally letting faint blue light seep through. He reluctantly pushed away the haze of sleep from his mind, emitting strange gurgling sounds from his throat.

Perhaps this was Cybug's way of groaning, as Turbo expressed his displeasure at being disturbed from his slumber.

Whatever was pushing his face and making that annoying noise, he had no interest or energy to care. He turned his head to the other side, yawned, and prepared to sink back into deep sleep...He really would have done so, exhausted to the point of never wanting to wake up again.

Turbo's remaining consciousness caught some faint metallic clanging sounds mixed with that damnable screeching. But it was so faint that it could be ignored. Now, all he needed was to sleep peacefully...

Until a sharp pain exploded on his face.

Turbo sprang up instantly, his Cybug defense mechanisms flooding his brain with rage. He roared furiously, swinging his razor-sharp claws at the fool who dared to push his luck.

"Bang!!"

The thing was sent flying into the wall like a bullet, the impact leaving an absurdly deep dent.

Now, the annoying chatter turned into a mix of crying and screaming, its short limbs flailing wildly in the air.

It was stuck, wedged in the wall.

Turbo, still seething with anger, charged at the wall and raised his claw again.It seemed he was ready to crush the little nuisance into pieces.

Fortunately, the little creature, realizing its life was in danger, let out the highest-pitched scream of its life.

The terrifying sound waves instantly filled the space.

Turbo's head buzzed violently, the intense ringing almost piercing through his skull. He stopped all movement, clutching his head and staggering back. Until the little bastard stopped screaming, it felt like his entire body was being torn apart.Though painful, it forced him to regain some semblance of calm.

Dizzy and off-balance, he tripped over himself, one claw supporting him on the ground.

The other claw still clutched his head, as the damnable screeching continued to wreak havoc in his mind, forcing low growls from his throat......

.After a moment, he turned his head, his glowing blue crystal-like eyes fixed on the little creature stuck in the wall.The frenzied monster from before... had suddenly vanished... as if it never existed... Upon realizing the other was a pink Cybug, Turbo tilted his head in confusion.

How did it get stuck in the wall?

Turbo rubbed his face, but the pain made him lower his claw. He tried to stand, dragging his stiff, steel-like body closer.With each step, his mechanical joints creaked in protest, as if they had been on strike for days... unwilling to resume work.

The little Cybug, seeing Turbo approach, began its shrill screeching again, still making Turbo's head buzz.

But this time Turbo showed no signs of rage, as he was no longer drowsy, and...

He could hear the fear and pleading in its screams.

With his needle-sharp claws, prying the little pink ball from the wall wasn't difficult. Turbo simply moved a finger, and the Cybug tumbled to the ground.

Turbo's gaze followed, watching the little creature belly-up, its short legs flailing wildly as it tried to flip itself over.

Amusing... but Turbo had to admit it was cute. He narrowed his eyes, chuckling oddly at each failed attempt.He had no intention of helping the poor thing, not until it exhausted itself from countless failed attempts and finally went limp. Only then did Turbo allow its legs to touch the ground.

Given its earlier desperate pleas, Turbo expected it to scurry away like a mouse once it regained mobility. But instead, the little rascal immediately lunged at Turbo, clinging to his leg with its short front claws, rubbing against his metal shell while emitting tiny, sharp cries.

Turbo had never been so flustered, freezing like a statue for several minutes before trying to figure out what the Cybug was trying to convey...

"............"

"........................"

It was afraid of Turbo, that much was clear, but something else seemed to terrify it even more.

What was it...? Turbo frowned, soft blue light emanating from his eyes. What could be scarier than a twenty-four-foot-tall Cybug monster?

After a pointless brainstorming session, especially when he realized the little rascal wouldn't stop screaming no matter what he did, Turbo began to grow irritable.

He moved forward, trying to shake the Cybug off his leg

...Too bad. It clung to him like melted candy, and when it realized Turbo was trying to leave, its screams became even more desperate and intense.

Oh, great. Turbo covered his head, almost wanting to shove it back into his Cybug body.

But suddenly, Turbo's keen senses picked up more pheromones... all heading his way at breakneck speed.

An instinctual command flashed in his mind.

Turbo leaped back, sulfur-yellow fangs bared, his clear blue eyes instantly replaced by a blood-red glow. He arched his body to its fullest, shielding the screaming little metal ball with his limbs.His body trembled instinctively, neon-bright wings buzzing on his back. Turbo stared at the cave entrance, emitting low, angry growls.

It was clear.Whatever was about to appear outside the cave, Turbo was ready to tear it to shreds.

Moments later, the sources of the pheromones appeared.

".........?!"

Before pouncing to bite, Turbo froze again, as he saw no threatening creatures, only more colorful little metal balls.

And the first thing they did upon seeing Turbo was scream and charge at him.

Still stiff, Turbo was knocked to the ground by the unruly mob, lying belly-up as one after another colorful candy-like creature clung to his body.Some even hugged Turbo's abdomen, causing his body to tremble from a strange, tingling sensation spreading throughout.

More Cybugs crawled over Turbo, their candy-armored bodies pressing down on him, making it hard to breathe

...To make matters worse, the irritating screeching was amplified tenfold.

Even if he wasn't being crushed to death... he was going insane.

Almost out of survival instinct, Turbo wildly pushed the mob away, shaking his body and trying to stand again.

Fortunately his mechanical joints were gradually getting used to movement, and it didn't take much effort or time to extend his limbs again. Turbo shook his head, as if that would expel the screeching from his mind.

Obviously it wouldn't, but at least he regained some clarity.

Since his body no longer protested movement, he quickly distanced himself from the group of Cybugs still struggling to flip over [yes, Turbo had knocked most of them over] and began exploring the area he was in.

He had wasted too much time on these crybabies. His Cybug survival instincts told him he couldn't let his guard down until he was sure there were no real threats that could harm him. This place was clearly not his nest or territory. Turbo didn't understand what the little ones were so afraid of, but if there was something scarier than him lurking nearby, this was no place for him—or them—to stay.He moved quickly, observing the terrain.

Clearly, he was in a massive, sprawling cave.

A cave? Why was he in a cave?

Turbo couldn't find an answer. In fact, he couldn't even begin to piece together the fragmented memories in his mind. He could only rely on his Cybug's keen senses to wander around, trying to find an exit.

This wasn't difficult for him. He could easily distinguish the difference in air composition inside and outside the cave. Soon, an almost completely obscured "exit" came into view.

This exit... was far too inconspicuous. It was covered by piles of rocks that matched the cave wall's color. If not for his Cybug coding, he would never have guessed this was the only way out...Turbo approached, stretching his neck to test if it was safe to break through. Though hidden, the rocks were clearly loosely stacked, as if hastily placed.

A single touch revealed they didn't belong to the wall.Removing them wouldn't cause any harm, Turbo thought.

Without much deliberation, Turbo began to act.

With the strength of this Cybug monster, a single strike could turn the loose wall into fragments.

A force pulled him back, slight but noticeable.Turbo turned his head.

It was the pink screeching candy again, biting his tail and pulling with all its might.

What now...

Turbo tilted his head and bared his teeth, clearly growing irritated by these persistent creatures. But since they were of his kind and hadn't posed any threat—even showing a strange admiration for him—Turbo decided not to harm them....A faint sense of vanity clouded his thoughts. He even began to wonder if he was their king... or something?

He flicked his tail, sending the Cybug biting its end tumbling.The Cybug chirped, its metal shell clinking as it rolled.........And then? It bit down even harder.

Turbo's gentle gaze sharpened. With a forceful swing of his tail, the Cybug was sent flying.

Watching the little creature tumble again, Turbo smirked, knowing it would spend a lot of time trying to flip itself over. That would give him enough time to finish his task.A loud crash shattered the silence.

The wall before Turbo turned into a pile of rubble, thick smoke billowing into his face. He instinctively covered his mouth.

He took a few steps forward, breathing in the fresh air.He felt much better.

Compared to the damp, stuffy air inside the cave, this was paradise!

Turbo enjoyed this hard-won treasure while surveying his surroundings. He seemed to be on a mountain covered in... candy trees?

Before moving forward, he glanced back and noticed the crybabies were gone, their clattering shells silent.

They didn't follow him out?

.....Regardless, Turbo was relieved he no longer had to deal with any of the whining little metal balls. If they kept annoying him, he would surely go mad...This meant he could now act according to his own will.

Good. Next, he would try to settle in this world,provided he could find a place free of potential threats...

Turbo turned his head back, but before he could spread his wings and fly away, a scream reached his ears.

This wasn't the familiar sound of a Cybug... it was something he had never heard before... Though the scream wasn't loud, Turbo's keen senses quickly located its source.

He sharply turned his head to the right, and what came into view was another... metal ball...?

But... it was black... and from its shape and aura, he was certain this thing wasn't a Cybug.

He had never seen a Cybug walk on just two legs...

Turbo wasn't on guard, as this creature, though vastly different from Cybugs, seemed just as fragile and helpless.

And most importantly, it screamed without warning.

Clearly the thing reacted to Turbo's gaze, stepping back. Though its entire body was encased in black metal, Turbo could sense its trembling. Each step it took was stiff, as if it might collapse at any moment.

Somehow Turbo enjoyed seeing weak creatures cower in fear before him. He narrowed his eyes, letting out that odd chuckle again, and began moving toward the creature.

Turbo had no intention of attacking. It was just that a never-before-seen creature had appeared before him, posing no threat, and his curiosity drove him to observe it further

.But this series of actions clearly frightened the creature even more. Its fragile, trembling legs could no longer support its body, and it collapsed to the ground. Turbo noticed it was clutching a black rectangular box, which it placed next to its head, speaking rapidly into it.

Turbo could hear but couldn't understand... it wasn't Cybug language.

The creature was so terrified it couldn't even stand, lying on the ground, wide-eyed, watching the monster approach step by step. Its eyes seemed ready to pop out.

Turbo kept advancing but stopped two steps away. He lowered his head to meet the creature's gaze, his faint blue light illuminating its face.

He stared at it, expressionless, his throat emitting intermittent gear-grinding sounds.

The creature was clearly bewildered. This twenty-foot-tall Cybug monster had caught a lone soldier but showed no hostility...? He had already prepared to be torn apart.

Though unbelievable... this wasn't one of the mindless Cybugs from Hero's Duty... This was TURBO, the paranoid criminal who once sought to dominate all gaming consoles!!!!Such abnormal behavior only deepened the soldier's unease and suspicion.

"So...let my guard down so you can tear me to pieces..?"

He muttered to himself as he tried to stand up, his voice loud enough for the Cybug across from him to hear.

"......"

Turbo tilted his head, showing a very confused expression. It wasn't because he didn't know how to answer the question, but because he simply couldn't understand the language of this black iron ball.

[To reiterate, Turbo can only understand Cybug's language. He currently cannot communicate with humans or speak human language.]

As a result, Turbo was momentarily at a loss on how to respond and could only stare at him, an expression of embarrassment that didn't belong to his original character plastered on his face.

Damn it, his car was dozens of meters away... all his heavy weapons were there... otherwise, he could have at least broken a few of this guy's legs...

with this insignificant gun in his hand...

At best, it could only scratch the surface of this behemoth...

"who would have thought I'd run into something like this......"

The soldier lowered his head, gritting his teeth, frustrated by his misfortune.

Suddenly a sound of something heavy hitting the ground made him lift his head again, but what he saw next almost made his jaw drop.

This guy...... placed his car right in front of him...!?

The soldier absolutely refused to believe that this villain, notorious for his cunning and deceit, would be so foolish as to create conditions to harm himself...And also... he had only lowered his head for a few seconds... how could this guy move back and forth dozens of meters so quickly?!

This outrageously fast speed and strength convinced the soldier that Turbo could easily cut off his head in the few seconds he was distracted, yet not only did he not do so... he even gave the opportunity to the other party?

The soldier's throat felt as if it had been shot through by a bullet, unable to utter a word, he stared straight at Turbo, not understanding... why....

.....Turbo hadn't thought that much about it, he just noticed that the soldier's gaze kept focusing on that pile of metal, thinking he needed those things, so he brought them over.

As for what exactly those things were, in his current state, he couldn't tell at all.

"........."

"......Hey..."

"Can't you see that this thing is enough to cripple you...?"

Without thinking, the soldier pulled out a firearm from it. No matter what, he found it hard to trust this guy. As an ordinary soldier, although he hadn't witnessed Turbo's heart filled with malice firsthand, the crimes he had committed over the decades were horrifying just to hear about.

Who could guarantee that this guy wouldn't tear off his friendly mask at any moment and rip out his spine...?

"Markowski!!!!"

The soldier heard a familiar shout from behind him, and the pitch-black world was instantly illuminated by a massive beam of light.

Perfectly aimed, the beam struck Turbo's body directly.

So fast that he didn't even have time to react, Turbo staggered back in pain as his body was pierced, his sharp howls echoing through the forest.

WARNING!!!!!!WARNING!!!!!!

High-risk biological attack, territorial competitor, a deadly threat is approaching!!

Turbo quickly regained his balance, the pale blue light in his eyes instantly turning blood-red. He lifted his head, his face twisted into something terrifying.The acute senses of the Cybug told him that in the distance, there was one......... two............ dozens of threatening creatures closing in on him!!!

He almost ignored the intense pain from earlier, frantically lunging toward the car in front of Markowski.

The violent impact sent the heap of metal flying forward like a bullet.In the distance ahead, there was a series of loud bangs, accompanied by the heart-wrenching screams of some creatures...

"Is he using this thing to scare off intruders?!"

No... not to scare...... he could hear those screams clearly... he was now trying to wipe out his comrades!!Markowski's breathing became erratic with fear, gripping his gun tightly as he stepped back. What he saw was this Cybug, no longer calm and sluggish... but transformed into a truly frenzied monster... No matter how friendly this guy had seemed earlier...... if he stayed near him now......... he would definitely be torn to pieces...!!!

Turbo bared his fangs and roared, the gears in his throat spinning wildly.

It wasn't over yet.

These bastards had already appeared before him, one after another, black iron-clad figures, just like the one he had encountered earlier. Standing in their midst was a noticeably slimmer woman.

Damn it...... Turbo trembled, partly from extreme rage... and partly because his pierced body was bleeding profusely... the intense pain constantly stimulated his nerves...

Calhoun looked at him, a smirk on her lips. Her guess was correct—this guy absolutely couldn't endure this level of injury. But she didn't let her guard down because of it. If he really couldn't endure it at all, then there wouldn't have been so many bullets flying toward them earlier.

She raised her heavy laser cannon at him again, but after a blinding flash of light, the spot where Turbo had been was now empty

...He had vanished.

"........."

Silence fell all around. Calhoun gestured to the soldiers behind her, and they advanced while keeping a close watch on their surroundings.They moved cautiously toward the entrance of a cave, not hearing a single sound of the Cybug moving.

"It seems this is his hiding place," Calhoun whispered. No matter how fast he was, he couldn't have disappeared hundreds of meters away in an instant.

So, he was either hiding in the woods or inside this cave.

Calhoun divided the soldiers into two groups. One group was tasked with guarding the cave entrance to prevent Turbo from ambushing them from the woods, while the other group, led by her, would venture deep into the dark cave. Both teams were equipped with heavy weapons. If this guy dared to show himself, they could at least ensure he would never stand up again.

Meanwhile... deep inside the cave, several Cybugs were doing their best to hide, trembling from the threat outside.

Turbo hadn't gone far. He was now perched on a tree, blood from his wound dripping down the trunk and pooling on the ground.

The pressure that woman gave off was immense... she seemed to know all the weaknesses of a Cybug. If he hadn't escaped earlier... his entire head would have been blown to pieces...

The Cybug's survival instinct told him he should leave this place immediately...

Fortunately, his wings weren't damaged, and that crazy woman wasn't around for now. He could use his incredible speed to shoot into the sky, and those sluggish soldiers would never be able to catch him.

"......"

".........?!"

Wait...Those sugar cubes are still in the cave!!!!

"Watch the sky!!!!" Calhoun shouted, ordering all the soldiers to move away from their original positions.Turbo dove down from the sky like a bullet, the ground shattering under the immense impact. In an instant, everything became bloody and chaotic. Claws tore through the soldiers' armor, the Cybug's roars mixed with the deafening gunfire. Nearby trees were uprooted, and the air was almost stained red with blood. Every swing of his claws was accompanied by furious roars and agonized screams...

Calhoun immediately led the soldiers out of the cave. She wasn't going to let him disappear from her sight this time. She aimed her gun at Turbo, taking advantage of the moment when his attention wasn't on her, and fired at his limbs.

With a painful howl from the Cybug, several of his limbs were blasted away.

Turbo's left side was completely torn apart, including his leg and arm...Now, all that remained on his left side were hundreds of wires brutally exposed and a continuous flow of blood.

Turbo staggered back in agony.He could no longer stand... collapsing heavily to the ground...

He felt as if his internal organs were being twisted into knots by the wires... his windpipe instantly filled with blood... so much so that with every breath he took, crimson liquid gushed out from every opening on his face connected to his body...

Not just his face... his entire body... especially his left side... was almost a bloody mess...

The gears in his body struggled to keep functioning, desperately trying to prevent him from falling unconscious.

But it was no use... his vision blurred from excessive blood loss... he saw the frilly cuff on his remaining arm soaked in a pool of blood.

The female soldier stood right in front of him... but he could do nothing but let out low growls...

he didn't even have the strength to lift his head... or swing his claws...

"......Incredibly tenacious."

"Bring the cables."

The Cybug felt something touching and wrapping around his body, but he kept his gaze fixed on the female soldier's face

.... if he ever got another chance... he would personally devour her head...

Turbo's vision suddenly turned stark white—electricity... in an instant, nearly ten thousand volts surged through his entire body

.He didn't even have the strength to scream before he completely fell down.

The Cybug, like a lamp, was extinguished.

"...what should we do with him?"

#turbo wir #turbo wreck it ralph #turbotastic #wir turbo #turbo #wreck it ralph #wreck it ralph turbo #king cybug #Memory Ashes #wir au #wreck it ralph au

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joshsilverseyebrow · 23 days ago

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type o negative for Heavy Metal Ink

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BLOODY KISSES FOR YOU (the dark side of life of type o negative)

Type O Negative wants to smash your ears and delight your eyes. The Hardcore Quartet- Singer/Bassist Peter Steele, guitarist Kenny Hickey, keyboardist Josh Silver and drummer Johnny Kelly turn up the decibels, musically and dermagraphically.

Tattoo caught up with the Brooklyn-based band while they were on tour with Danzig. Josh Silver, 32, the most tattooed of the group, was interviewed by phone from Denver about music and ink just before the band hit the stage. Years of slumming in obscurity are the lot of many hardcore bands, and Type O Negative has had its share of poorly paid gigs and even worse press. But in the last few years, more and more bands have broken through, bands like Pantera, Megadeth and Metallica, selling records in record-breaking numbers without becoming commercially dull in terms of sound. Although Type O is still a household name among headbangers, the band has certainly taken flight.

Bloody Kisses is the band's third album, but the first to draw some attention to them. The first album, Slow, Deep and Hard, and an EP with the clever name The Origin of the Feces - a live album that is a parody of a European tour that turned out to be a total disaster - sound harder, but only give a hint of the studio know-how that would be demonstrated on this third album. Bloody Kisses is a dark, almost grueling work with thick guitar solos and gothic church organ music, but it has better melodies and is better produced than many of the swill-and-puke records.

that you can find in every hardcore store. Peter Steele, the singer/songwriter, paints dark clouds over his landscapes and holds them there with his throaty voice, which is somewhat reminiscent of David Bowie in his rock phase, at least when he had terrible stomach aches. Somehow the whole thing sounds good, even if some of the songs are much too long and the sitar-cum-violins are a bit out of place.

The specialty of this singer, who is almost two meters tall, seems to be despair, which he also wants to deliver with a loud, angry knock on the door. Steele writes in the foreword to the CD: The entire work is dedicated with respect to those who felt unconditional love and whose hearts were ripped out in the most tasteless way: Do not build your joy on the actions of others, for what is given can be taken away. No hope = no fear.*

The keyboard player contributes to this: .The first album was written four years ago and came from anger. This one is sad and depressed. The same feelings, just turned inward and given atmosphere." High-profile tours with Nine Inch Nails, Mötley Crüe and Danzig have given Type O the opportunity to record more and more drums. +

melfelle. They'll probably be on the road again this year, this time with hardcore heroes Pantera.

The band's sound is reaching a wider audience mainly through cover versions of Black Sabbath songs on the Nativity in Black: A Tribute to Black Sabbath album, on which Type O can be heard alongside well-known bands from the hardcore scene such as Megadeth, Sepulture, Faith No More and White Zombie. "We've been covering Paranoid for a while, and the guy who produced Nativity in Black really liked it.

But Megadeth already had that on the LP, so he asked us to do another song," Silver recalls. He's been getting tattooed for 15 years, with many of his best pieces being cover-ups, mostly done by Andres Elston at East Side Inc. in Brooklyn. Silver also has his very first tattoo, a classic Grim Reaper inked by the late Brooklyn Bill.

Elston worked on Silver's entire back and left arm, among other things.

The back piece (which took more than 32 hours to complete) is also worthy of at least one love song: a large stained glass window with an angel in front of whom a huge demon comes through the floor, surrounded by demon pillars. Elston covered an old demon that "was created by someone a long time ago."

other things—and magnified the subject, one might almost say, in a touching way.

"For me, my back shows two sides of man, mainly evil, so evil dominates the picture," Silver explains. "It represents human nature." The duality of human nature is also represented on Silver's neck, with two Chinese characters representing love and hate: our two strongest impulses," says Silver.

Mike Perfetto inked Silver's biceps, including the octopus and "Made in New York Graffiti," among other things. On the back of the left bicep are two roses: in memory of my brother who was killed twenty-two years ago," says Silver. That and the Japanese symbol of death come from an "obsession with death because I feel guilty about outliving my brother." Chest pieces by Shotsie Gorman (the ghost) and George Blue (the split-footed, covered skeleton figure) complete the main works on Silver.

Type O Negative already has enough material for a new album, but with Bloody Kisses still packing enough momentum, the band should soon be back on the road across the country.

—Frank Booth

#josh silver #peter steele #johnny kelly #kenny hickey #type o negative #gothic #gothic metal #metal #1990s #i love type o negative #goth #aesthetic #goth aesthetic

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dreamy-guardian-angel · 17 days ago

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:) oh buddy I'm about to be your new best friend. I am the Delta anon. I come from mainly @/howlsofbloodhounds inbox (also Howls if you're somehow seeing this. I'LL COME BACK SOON I PROMISE).

RANT IT IS!

I find that Delta usually has very complex relationships with a lot of people, especially based on his reputation around the Multiverse and Omega Timeline. Bad guys know him as a threat who will stop at nothing to kill, good guys know him as a bit unhinged but their heart is in the (mostly) right place (aside from the murder). Anyone who poses a threat will be treated as such by them with no hesitation.

However, that being said, if a stranger approaches with caution and strikes up a conversation (asks for directions, for him to translate something, etc.), they will actually he extremely polite and patient with them. He won't be aggressive if they approach nicely, which can often confuse the ones who view him as a threat waiting to be unleashed. They know if he's around, a fight will most likely soon follow.

Does Delta know this? Absolutely. I'd imagine that they actually kind of enjoy the fear that comes from others - if they're bad, then they have everything to lose. If they're good, they're safe. He will only attack bad people and it is very well known.

And like most of the talk about Delta and Color's relationship, the headcanon of Delta being Color's roommate and protector (and semi-caretaker while he's in recovery) is usually adopted.

For me personally, I like to imagine that Delta had to reteach Color everything from day one - not to say Color was helpless whatsoever during recovery, just needed a bit of help, love, and routine to get their life back in order. They are very close friends, even though they argue on occasion and blow up at each other due to their explosive natures.

With that being said, I also like to think that Color taught Delta a LOT about so many things, opened their eyes to a lot more possibilities than they realized before. Because before Color really came around, Delta kinda only had himself, Beta (the collective nickname that was chosen for the Bravery Soul), and whoever they encountered.

Some of these things could be about the patience and time recovery takes. Delta is usually a get-in-get-out sorta guy I think, so if he gets injured, he heals himself quickly and rushes to the next AU or fight. But Color practically forced him to realize that what he can survive with ease is not the case for everyone else - he may be able to heal himself without thinking about it, but others sometimes don't have that luxury.

Another thing I'd like to imagine Color taught them more about is patience (ironic, i know). Healing takes quite a bit of time, even if it's done instantly with magic. Color had to be rehabilitated, taught the things people would just know, and Delta was a big part of his learning process. But when things got hard, he practically forced Delta to learn that instead of fighting it (usually physically or verbally), they needed to be patient, take a breath to calm down, and keep trying while keeping their cool.

I also think that Color would help them to actually accept the things they need to do in regards to their neurodivergency (I hc that Delta/Beta have ADHD and probably a few other things, but right now ADHD is the main thing I'm talking about here). Color was taught by pretty much everyone around him that he was allowed to express themselves however they wanted, as long as it wasn't hurting anyone or themselves.

I feel like Delta would be the type of guy to refuse himself stims or breaks, not wanting to be seen as 'weak' or 'vulnerable' by their enemies. I'd imagine that they mask often, causing them only more frustration the longer they do it - hence why they get so excited when they can fight. They get to release all that pent-up stress and energy, and use it to protect people that they care about, including themselves. What better coping method could a neurodivergent with anger issues ask for?

But Color taught him that they don't have to resort to fighting to get out energy, and don't have to mask in order to feel safe - don't have to view themselves as weak for allowing themselves the comfort of stims and all that comes with it.

And that's not to say Delta didn't know about these things before - just that he didn't think of it. Color obviously taught him much more than just these things, but these are the first ones that come to mind. They undoubtedly have the closest bond that could be, no matter what happens.

And moving onto Epic now, I actually don't know how I imagine these two meeting. So I'm open to ideas on this one lmao.

But no matter how they met, they are also very very close - they enjoy spending time together, mostly because it's so different than what Delta's used to. He can feel a bit more relaxed around Epic. And, like Color, Epic encourages stimming to the highest extent (I imagine he has AuDHD). With the memes and overall chaos, though, Delta would probably need breaks of silence in their hangouts lmao.

I'm gonna be real with you, I don't have much of an opinion on him. But that isn't to say that he's not a massive part of Delta's life.

I'd imagine that he'd be the first person aside from Delta that Color was introduced to. Naturally Color wouldn't be as friendly, maybe even viewing him as a threat until he eventually came around. (You gotta introduce early post-VOID Color to people like a cat, from what I understand. It'll work, trust.)

Now, with Cross, it could be a bit more complicated. Even though it was claimed as non-canon by Jakei I believe(?), in Delta's story, he canonically fought Cross. Which obviously leaves a bad first impression for both of them.

Needless to say, when Delta finds out that Epic is friends with Cross, he is NOT happy. Things would probably be tense between the two for a very, very long time, probably involving multiple altercations and fights between the two. But I think they would eventually get on better, more neutral terms - maybe even respect each other eventually.

I do think that the longer Cross is around and the more he integrates into their group, Delta will accept him soon enough and not put up as much as a fight about it. They might even grow protective of Cross, instinctively wanting to protect him from danger, just how he does with everyone else.

And honestly, Cross would probably teach him to be more accepting of people who are trying to turn their lives around. Delta has most definetly fought this dude multiple times in the past, and will proudly admit to that. But he learned that even people who did a lot of bad shit can change, and should be allowed the time, resources, and space to do so. I think they'd be friends eventually.

Now, with Killer, it is going to take him MUCH longer. Cross is mostly acceptable because they showed genuine change and apologized for past actions - Killer, on the other hand, has not yet.

It's kinda known how Color actively saved Killer and helped him begin learning to change and recover. And he's seen firsthand how much Killer has hurt Color - they were on the front lines with them.

So naturally, once Killer tries to assimilate into their friend group, Delta fucking hates it. He is completely unwilling to accept Killer, an unapologetic sociopath with a body count higher than Delta and all his friend's combined, into their friend group. Hell no. They'd rather die (again).

It probably goes on like this for the entirety of Killer's reintegration-into-society process. No matter how hard Delta tries to bite his tongue, mask it, fake politeness and try to be patient, it is a never-ending battle between him and Killer - and in turn, with Color.

Killer being in their lives would definetly create a lot of conflict between them and Color. Delta doesn't want to let some murderer around them - especially one that worked with their literal enemies! But Color is determined to help, and not a single thing is going to stop him.

Eventually, of course, things would get better. Killer would stop being such a menace (though he'd still be chaotic) and Delta would slowly get over his pure hatred of the guy. I'm honestly not sure if they could ever be friends due to the unyielding grudges that Delta holds, but they can at least be on decent enough terms to not try to kill each other every time Color leaves them alone in a room for more than 10 seconds.

I think his relationship with Beta would be very different from all of these, though. They have quite literally known each other the longest, as they are fused together. I'd imagine that at the start of their relationship, it was pretty rocky.

Beta just got freed from his eternal chamber where he was forced to stay in the dark after being killed, and was immediately absorbed to fight and beat a demon before they left forever. That statement alone carries through some the trauma this kid endured - and now he was suddenly fused with one of the Monsters he had previously known. So of course their relationship would be very complicated at first. But with time, things would get less complicated - they would get more in sync, trust each other more.

I think that as the years go by, they'd eventually develop a brother-like relationship. They are definetly very close, always having each other's backs, ready for whatever comes next.

Now, onto headcanons about his other relationships outside of the Chromatic Crew.

For me personally, I think he'd actually get along very well with Lust! (I know a lot of people call him Plum or Sugar or whatever, but I honestly don't mind calling him Lust.) I'm not exactly sure how they would meet, though. Maybe Delta was saving him from someone? Or maybe they met in the Omega Timeline somewhere.

I think their first meeting would be a bit awkward. I don't know Lust very well so forgive me if I'm not doing him justice here, but I imagine he'd be the type to flirt slightly with people he just met (not inappropriately of course).

I personally hc that Delta is aroace, so obviously this would make a very awkward first introduction if Lust gets flirty. However, I think once they get past that (and once Delta sets firm boundaries), they would be good friends!

I also think that they would gossip together. With how involved Delta is and how strong his opinions are on about damn near anything, he definetly knows about a lot of drama happening in the Multiverse. And Lust being Lust, I imagine he'd be involved in drama, too. So I think they would definetly bond on that front.

And honestly, I think he'd be on decent terms with the Star Sanses as well. In truth though, I also don't know them very well aside from the things I see everyone else putting out here, so I may not do them justice in this topic lmao.

I think he'd be fine with Ink, honestly. He may disagree with the things Ink stands for and how he perceives the Multiverse and its inhabitants, but he can't deny that Ink has saved countless AU's - regardless of intention, morals or motive. As long as Ink doesn't try to interfere with their work, they have no issues with him.

Dream, on the other hand, I feel Delta might be a little more frustrated by. Of course Dream is a genuinely good person - that is simply who he is. But the almost foolish (in Delta's eyes, at least) belief that Nightmare can change and may come back around one day can annoy him very easily. It's obvious Nightmare isn't coming back, no matter how much Dream still loves and cares about his brother. It ain't happening. (He thinks Dream is a tiny bit delusional on that front. And also that the whole 'balance' thing is absolute bullshit. However, he thinks that pretty much everything else Dream stands for is good.)

I think he and Blue would be good friends, though! They have quite a lot in common in my eyes. I think they'd go sparring and patrol together on occasion, when they both have the time.

I also think that he and Ccino would get along very well despite how different they are. They balance each other out in a way - and plus, Delta always tips well. (He also tried to steal a cat for Color once. He felt bad and returned it the next day. Ccino has too many cats - his answer to the return was "I thought I just counted wrong. I should probably take a nap and fix that". And that was when Delta became concerned with this man's sleeping habits lmao.)

And finally, Ganz. I'm not sure if you know him or not (he's kinda unknown as well) but I imagine Delta's actually pretty close with him. Due to Ganz's depressive nature, Delta offers help at a moments notice, no matter what kind of help he needs.

All in all, they care very much about their friends.

Anyways, that's all I got! Thoughts?

(Context)

ANON I LOVE YOU, thank you so much for taking the time to answer me<33

Okay, first of all, while I was reading your answer I saw someone reblog my previous post, so @swelteringfire , sorry for the tag, but I thought you might want to read this as well

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SECOND, thanks again, it really helped and it was actually interesting!

I saw quite a few fanarts of Delta and Color and I was confused at first because I didn't understand their dynamic, but this clears up a lot of things. It actually sounds really sweet how they basically helped each other in so many different ways when they needed it. Same thing goes for Epic and Cross. I believe Cross is a really complex character, and I know he had his problems with a lot (or even the majority) of other monsters, so I'm not surprised they might've had a rough start as well seeing Delta's nature.

I'll be honest, I was particularly curious about his relationship with Killer (sorry, I love him more than anything</3), and yes, I can see how they might have their difficulties. I'm not sure if this is right, but Delta's behaviour and thoughts about Killer at first remind me a bit of what Dust or Horror might think of him too. Now, I love the found family trope for the MTT, but realistically speaking I know they both would view Killer as a sort of threat as well (which is...ironic, but understandable).

Also I didn't know about Beta but thanks, now I'm crying<33 The fandom usually tends to ignore the other souls' trauma, so it's nice to know that someone actually takes the time to focus on that sometimes. They were just kids too.

I also love how you mentioned Lust and Blue as well! Swap is basically everyone's bestie at this point, and I'm so happy about it (also he's probably the most stable out of everyone there). And Lust would absolutely love to stop and gossip after getting to know Delta!

I think he would be fine with Ink and Dream too, and at the same time it's so funny how the bad guys would be kind of scared of him

Overall he sounds like a really interesting character, I would like to see more of him!

(Sorry if it's short, but I have class now)

#I'm a literature student I love hearing people analyse their favourite characters #never stop doing that please #undertale #undertaleau #delta #delta sans #fawn rambles

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dissecting stanford pines and finding organs that don’t exist but like in a metaphorical way

that’s it that’s the title i’m going with. this is a long one folks o7

most of this isn’t sourced or canon at all it’s just personal interpretation/headcanon/whatever else u wanna call it, but!! since more people are seeing my deranged gravity falls ramblings now i figure i should probably give some perspective as to why i like/defend ford as much as i do

(in my other gf posts i do try to stick to canon to back up whatever point i’m making - this is just about my personal opinion of ford as a character, and should be able to be thrown out in regards to my other posts)

so for some background/setup/whatever (it’s important i promise bear with me), different people have different instinctual responses to anxiety/stress. i come from a family (genetics are fun) where the default response is to start (metaphorically ofc) biting and hissing like a cornered animal. this doesn’t necessarily mean there’s any actual hatred or malice or anything towards the people that end up getting scratched - they might just be at the wrong place at the wrong time, they might’ve done something super minor and insignificant that added on to a preexisting pile of stress, etc etc

i cannot stress enough that i am not saying this is ok. you dont need me to tell you that hurting people who don’t deserve it is a bad thing, lol. what i am saying though is that sometimes people can kind of suck for reasons other than just genuinely wanting everyone around them to be miserable

this is the last “background” part i swear BUT another thing thats less genetic and more just me being weird is that i’m the type of person where like. any minor environmental change can really stress me out lol. like even just reorganizing my desk can be pretty emotionally taxing

SO. finally back on topic. stanford pines. i see a lot of the behavior/patterns i just described in him. like i’ve spent my entire life around people like this, and while i understand why a lot of people see him as just some asshole, i can’t help but see him as a guy who’s just kinda going through it lol

just talking about the more recent events as of the series, he’s just spent 30 years god knows where doing and seeing god knows what, he has an abusive ex who wants to murder him and his entire family (plus the whole dimension, really), and in the three decades he’s been gone the entire world - including his own house - has changed and left him behind. add onto that that he went missing in 1982, way before we had all of the emotional/mental health resources we have now, we all saw what the stans’ childhood was like, and that ford is terrible with people - including, imo, himself. if there’s anybody out there who would have Feelings and not understand what they are or where they’re coming from or what to do about them, it’s this guy

this entire setup is the perfect circumstance for fear and anxiety and stress and uncertainty to all get translated into anger. a really big example of this, to me, is how he talks about dipper in journal 3. i’ve talked about this before somewhere so i’ll try to summarize as fast as i can lol

reading his initial entry about dipper would make u think he like. hates this kid lol. but i really don’t think he ever did - he was really excited to meet the kids in the show and already seemed to care about them just by virtue of existing, and his opinion on dipper in journal 3 seems to do a complete 180 pretty quickly which ,,, doesn’t really fit ford as a character. like i love the man but that guy can hold a GRUDGE

here’s how it reads to me:

ford gets back to his home dimension after 30 years and everything is different

he’s subconsciously kind of struggling with the fact that he doesn’t really have a “home” anymore - the sense of familiarity and comfort that would normally come with the word is gone. (i specify that it’s subconscious because, like i said earlier, i do not get the vibe that he’s particularly aware of his own emotions)

he finds out that journal 3 - something he made with his own two hands and considers part of his life’s work - has also changed in the decades he’s been gone. this adds to the feeling of unfamiliarity with the world around him

it’s easier to blame that “final straw” and say that he’s just upset about his work being tampered with rather than address the actual root of the problem, so that’s exactly what he does. this still doesn’t mean that there’s any genuine hatred towards dipper. anger in the moment, yeah, but not hatred

again, this is entirely personal interpretation, and i completely understand if u don’t see it like this!! this is just a pattern of thoughts/behavior that i’m very familiar with, so it’s easy for me to apply it to situations like this even if it’s not really part of the canon

i also think there’s a big problem in this fandom with just ,, not seeing ford as a Person with Emotions? idk how to explain it but it feels like people expect him to always know exactly what to do in every situation just bc he’s old and academically smart. like whenever another character does something objectively bad it’s “well there were extenuating circumstances,” (which is usually true and i agree !!) but ford never really seems to get that treatment. if he does something bad it’s just because he sucks

a big example of this i think is the fight between him and stan (y’know the “you ruined my life”/“you ruined your own life”). you cannot look me dead in the eyes and, in full seriousness, with the context of everything ford was going through with bill at the time, say that he was fully mentally/emotionally stable during that conversation. “oh so you’re blaming stan-“ NO!!! stan was also going through it!!! that’s the entire point - they’re both people with their own lives and emotions and everything else that comes with that, they had very human reactions to their respective situations, and they both ended up hurt!! hopefully i’m explaining this right but i just don’t like it when people pin everything on ford, like there was a lot going on and at the end of the day he’s just a human

wasn’t really sure how to work this in so i’ll just put it here - i don’t think ford ever truly hated stan, either. familial bonds are complicated, and there can be a whole lot of anger towards someone without true hatred being present. i briefly mentioned the stans’ childhood sucking earlier, and i don’t just mean stanley - it’s easier to pinpoint him as a victim of abuse/neglect, but that doesn’t mean ford had it great either. their parents (specifically filbrick, but caryn didn’t exactly do a fantastic job with them either) expected nothing of stan and the world of ford, both of which would weigh heavily on any child. plus, ford being the favorite doesn’t mean all of his emotional needs were met - filbrick seeing him as an opportunity to make money doesn’t mean he was suddenly an emotionally present and caring father towards him. WCT wasn’t just an opportunity for ford to go be a famous scientist or whatever - it was a chance for his father to love him, something both of the stans desperately wanted. (WCT was also on the opposite side of the country from where they lived but i’m sure that’s completely unrelated !!!)

do i think stan deserved anything that happened to him after the science fair incident? no, absolutely not, he was a child. do i think it was right of ford to just stand there as his brother got thrown out? no, absolutely not - but he was a child too. as for them not speaking for a decade after that, like i mentioned earlier ford can hold a grudge like no other. (this doesn’t just apply to stan, either, ford dedicated half of his life to trying to kill his ex lmao.) i think ford’s ability to hold on to anger like that is actually a pretty major part of/flaw in his personality, but again, anger - even the strongest, most long-lived of it - is not synonymous with hatred. stan, who ford has always gone to for help when he truly needed it, it not what ford’s hatred looks like. bill, who ford actively wants to die, is

anyways!! i never know how to close these things lol. ig in summary i just see ford’s behavior (in the show at least) as more of a sign of internal struggle rather than like ,, genuinely hating the people around him and wanting their lives to suck. did/does he have an ego problem? absolutely. is he incapable of love and human connection? no. is he immune to manipulation/abuse/neglect/etc and everything that comes with that? also no

he’s an interdimensional criminal why can’t he go to the theraprism. i think he should

#also if u look at the WCT incident and him being mad at dipper for writing in the journal as parallel situations #i think it actually does show changes/development in ford as a person #sure WCT would’ve like changed the trajectory of his life or whatever and the journal was ultimately Not That Serious #but the fact that he was so quick to let go of that anger - something he’s never really been shown to do in the past -#does make it seem like he’s changed in the last 30 years #like i see a lot of people say he hasn’t grown at all since (insert pre-series time period)#but i don’t think that’s true. like u can’t tell me 30-smth year old ford would be chilling in his basement with a 12 year old playing dd&md #like he HAS mellowed out with age. he’s also just weird and has a naturally kind of intense personality #anyways normal tag time my brain is melting i’ve been writing for so long lmao #gravity falls #stanford pines #ford pines #stanford gravity falls #ford gravity falls #gravity falls ford #gravity falls stanford #twoa.txt

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