#his pathetic charms are so strong he has game

[asbestos-11]

i truly think we as a society should stop getting pissy over blade ships and start treating him like an otome mc

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

I wanna see what’s Ace’s family’s reaction when they found out Ace is dating reader Heheheh

I decided to have only Ace's brother present, since Mr. and Mrs. Trappola have yet to receive strong characterization.

Family means Nobody is Left Behind or Forgotten.

The Trappola brothers sat across from one another upon red velvet chairs, and you, between them. They were both intently focused on building a house of playing cards—a task that Ace had warned took “serious patience, coordination, and a gentle touch.” (You had rolled your eyes and responded, “Great. You let me know when you’ve found someone that has all that.”)

Ace carefully laid a Two of Spades down, formed a triangle with a Three of Clubs and a Four of Diamonds. His hand slowly retreated, and the triangle stayed. He expelled a sigh, directed away from the cards so as to not disturb them.

You would have clapped for him, but Ace had discouraged you before the game had even started. So instead, you tapped your index and middle fingers together. Still giving applause, but not nearly enough to rattle the house of cards.

“Your move.”

“Huh, you’ve gotten better at this,” his brother mused. He toyed with an Ace of Hearts, expertly twirling it between dexterous fingers. “Too bad. I was really looking forward to smoking you in front of your new friend.”

“In your dreams,” Ace sneered, passing you a glance. “The last thing I’d want is to look uncool in front of my partner.”

His brother drew himself up in his seat. The card in his hand, stilling. “Your partner? Since when were you two a thing?”

“Oh, you know… since a while ago,” Ace casually replied. “And honestly, I can’t really blame’m. Who wouldn’t fall for my dashing good looks and roguish charm? I’m a catch!”

His brother regarded you with an almost pitying look. “It’s not too late to change your mind,” he advised.

You burst into laughter. "I think I'm good. Ace is an idiot, but he's at least my idiot."

He raised an eyebrow. "So you've got a sense of humor. You'll need that if you're going to put up with Ace all of the time. Congrats, you passed the first test."

"Whaddya mean 'put up with' me?!" Ace protested, puffing up his cheeks. A pout--adorable, you think.

"I mean it exactly how I said it. It's practically a full-time job dealing with you," his brother replied cheekily. "You gotta prepare people for it, or else they won't know what they've signed up for."

"Oh, come on! You're making me sound way worse than I actually am."

"This, coming from the guy who ghosted his ex?" He smirked, and you could see the family resemblance in it. The slight narrowing of the eyes, the way his mouth angled. "I dunno, I was half expecting you to stay single forever after that royal screw-up, lil' bro. You're lucky you found someone willing to take you~"

Pink exploded onto Ace's cheeks. "H-Hey...!" he hissed, leaning toward his brother. "Did you seriously have to bring that up?! Have a little more tact, will ya?!"

The older Trappola grinned. "Gotcha."

You realized why.

Ace's sudden movement had sent a slight breeze against the card house. It wobbled from top to bottom--then the structure collapsed in on itself, the cards all folding into one another. Within seconds, the house was a pile on the coffee table.

Ace fell to his knees with a pathetic wail, scrambling to salvage his hard work. His brother looked on, chuckling. A card, still in his hand.

"I didn't place mine yet," he declared triumphantly, "and since you made the house fall, it's technically my win!"

"Y-You sneaky...! You taunted me on purpose!!"

"Yeah, and it worked like a charm." He flicked Ace on the forehead. "You were too busy trying to flex in front of your S/O. It was easy to take advantage of that. You always were a cocky, predictable brat."

"Grrrrr..!!"

"Ace, it's fine," you soothed him, a hand on his arm. "You did your best. It doesn't change how I feel about you."

"Tch, there you go being all sappy again... You're so lame sometimes," Ace grumbled--but he covered your hand with his. A small gesture, but a reassuring one.

"Hahah, look at you two lovebirds," his brother teased, wagging a finger at you. Then he reached out and roughly ruffled Ace's hair, despite his complaints and attempts to swat him away. "Happy for you though, lil' bro! You gotta tell me how this love story started--"

[kawareo]

Non-Durge Strike would've been a far worse person than he is as Durge, fun fact

Non-Bhaalspawn Strike is a child of a drow and a cambien who was found by his adoptive mothers back in their pirate days, before they settled down. He's a magical prodigy that grows up in a loving home that actively encourages him in pursuing the study of magic. He's an extremely talented sorcerer and he knows it, and without Bhaal who would keep his ego in check by being an abusive father, Strike becomes just kind of the worst?

No Bhaal means that doing good (non-murder) things isn't taboo or a novelty anymore, so they're boring now. He has no god to serve so there is noone he would feel inferior to, which means that all his ambition now goes unchecked and he ends up wanting to be a god himself. He's a sociopath in any au, here that just means less murder and more selfishness. He's still charming and manipulative but now lacks the background of a sheltered, abused child, so boy does it get worse.

In game time: There is no memory loss and no physical trauma, meaning that Strike doesn't have to rely on his companions for survival and support for his crippling mental health; he's sane, perfectly self aware and in perfect control of himself. Because of that he just manipulates mansplains manwhores his way to be in charge of the team and never establishes a strong bond with anyone there. Him and Gale know eachother from when they were studying in Waterdeep and Strike always looked down on Gale for needing to rely on Mystra for his spells. He would very much encourage Gale to explode himself and in the end succeed.

He gets Astarion to ascend. Why? Cause he wants to see how the ritual works, nothing else. Demonic magic would be really interesting to him. He'd then break up with Astarion and laugh in his face at the idea of becoming bonded to him for life - they leave off on bitter terms. They do save Aylin but only because Strike wants to see a demigod in action; later he helps her kill Lorroakan but also steals the wand that could seal Aylin forever, just in case if he ever needs a convenient immortality on hand.

When he meets Gortash they vibe so hard with eachother that Karlach punches Strike in the face for being such an awful dick about it, but he manipulates his way out of the situation. He does like Gortash but at the same time pities him because he thinks it's pathetic to serve a god like that.

In the end, he gets the crown of Karsus for himself and manages to override it back into its true purpose, and the gang would have to fight him to try and stop him. Upon their failure, he'd become the next Karsus.

So yeah, all in all? Bhaal surprisingly helps him be a way better person lmao

[dark-konohagakure2]

Sebastian and William t spears trying to one up each other using reader

tw: noncon, double penetration, overstimulation, degradation, competition, size difference

All characters depicted are 18+

William has a very strong distaste towards Sebastian and demons in general, one he will make well known, and while Sebastian isn't as verbal about it, the feeling is very mutual, in fact he'd want to wring the Reaper's neck if it wasn't for his young master's orders and William's death scythe. But even two bitter adversaries are allowed to have a bit of friendly competition.

At first William will scoff at the idea of engaging in such a frivolous game, especially with a demon, but Sebastian knows how to push people's buttons without letting his butler facade crack. Sebastian will tease William and taunt him for apparently being inexperienced in bed, and not wanting to be outdone by such a foul beast, he ends up caving.

It isn't easy for the demon butler to pick up a poor unsuspecting lady or servant girl with his good looks and charms, one who'd be naive enough to follow a stranger like him just because he's pretty, although he wouldn't pick anyone demonic, that would either turn William off completely or excite the reaper a bit too much at the prospect of dominating a member of a species he so despises.

Sebastian won't give up on his venomous taunts against William even when he's balls deep inside of the young woman's pussy alongside the reaper, delighting in his attempts to make the cold and professional man lose his unbreakable composure, at least slightly.

"Hmm~? Is something the matter, Mister Reaper~? If you keep going that slowly you'll never be able to make our little morsel cum, much less achieve climax yourself..."

William isn't going to allow himself to lose to a horrid demon of all things, even if it's at something as insignificant as bringing some helpless human girl to climax, his hips thrusting up in a mechanical movement as he fucks into her, his cock sliding lewdly against's Sebastian's inside of the tight and wet space they're sharing.

The sensation of getting fucked by two different yet very similar supernatural beings is too much for the poor girl, and it's a wonder that she can withstand the dual penetration without passing out from the overwhelming sensations coursing through her. Sebastian with tease her as much as his butler facade will allow, while William is almost completely silent the entire time, making a few low noises whenever he cums.

Sebastian isn't going to allow himself to be bested by William at something he himself is already very good at, he has more experience with human women, having slept with multiple of them for information or just for the pleasure of it on many different occasions, and being the suave demon he is, he knows exactly what filthy thing to whisper in her ear to make her weak in the knees.

William doesn't want to lose this little game either, while he isn't as rough, sadistic, or vocal as Sebastian, he's much more precise, having enough knowledge of the human body due to his line of work to hit all the right spots to leave her a writhing and whimpering mess between the two hellish creatures, that is until the barrage of sensations taking over her body becomes too much to bear.

"Humans are so pitifully feeble. I counted only five orgasms and you've already fallen unconscious, such pathetic endurance. Well, it seems as this has concluded in a draw, demon..."

They're both rather disappointed that they weren't able to reach a definitive conclusion on which one of them is superior in bed, but it's a minor setback, they aren't mortal beings like humans are, so they have all the time in the world to settle this petty little dispute they are having.

[svnluns]

It was late afternoon in Rome, the kind of day where the sun is too bright and everything feels a little too loud. The city moves on, buzzing and unapologetic, but I can’t shake the weight pressing down on my chest.

I’m sitting on the edge of a fountain, picking at the hem of my sweater, trying not to cry in public like some pathetic cliché. My phone buzzes in my bag, but I already know it’s my mom. Another lecture, another list of ways I’m screwing up. University deadlines, bills, the argument we had last night about me “not having a plan.” I’m trying, but it’s like trying to breathe underwater.

I glance up and catch sight of Niccolò.

Of course. The golden boy, sauntering down the cobblestone street like he doesn’t have a care in the world. He’s wearing that effortless smirk, hair tousled just so, like he didn’t spend ten minutes in the mirror perfecting it. He spots me and raises an eyebrow, probably surprised to see me looking like this—a total It was late afternoon in Rome, the kind of day where the sun is too bright and everything feels a little too loud. The city moves on, buzzing and unapologetic, but I can’t shake the weight pressing down on my chest.

“Ehi,” he calls out, strolling over. His voice has that lazy confidence I can never quite figure out. “You lose something?” He gestures to my hunched-over position like I’m a stray dog.

I roll my eyes. “What do you want, Niccolò?”

He doesn’t answer right away. Instead, he leans against the fountain, arms crossed like he’s posing for a magazine. “Relax. Just saying hi. You look…” His eyes trail over me, and for once, they’re not teasing. “…not great.”

I let out a bitter laugh. “Thanks. Super helpful.”

He tilts his head, studying me with a flicker of curiosity. Normally, Niccolò is all charm and games, the guy who knows exactly how to push your buttons and does it just for fun. But today, there’s something different.

“What happened?” he asks, softer now.

I hesitate. The last thing I want is for him to know how bad things are. Niccolò doesn’t do real. He does surface-level, parties, expensive clothes, and flirting with anyone who’ll let him.

“Nothing,” I mutter, avoiding his gaze. “Just a bad day.”

He doesn’t buy it. “You’re a terrible liar, you know that?”

I glare at him. “Why do you care, anyway?”

For a moment, he looks like he might shrug it off, but then he surprises me. “Maybe I don’t like seeing you like this,” he says quietly.

My breath catches. That’s not the Niccolò I know.

“Look,” he continues, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it with practiced ease. He takes a slow drag before speaking again. “You think you’re the only one who feels like they’re drowning? Newsflash, princess. We’re all faking it.”

I scoff. “Yeah, sure. Must be real hard being you. Perfect Niccolò with his perfect life.”

His jaw tightens, and for a second, I think I’ve hit a nerve. Then he exhales, the smoke curling in the air between us.

“You don’t know anything about me,” he says, almost defensively.

“Then tell me,” I challenge. “If your life’s so hard, let’s hear it.”

He hesitates, looking down at the cigarette like it holds all the answers. “Doesn’t matter,” he says finally. “Point is, you’re not as alone as you think.”

I want to argue, to tell him he doesn’t get it, but something in his expression stops me. For once, he’s not performing. He’s just… real.

Before I can respond, he straightens up and holds out a hand. “Come on.”

“What?”

“Let’s go,” he says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“Go where?”

He shrugs, that smirk returning. “Anywhere but here.”

I hesitate. This is Niccolò we’re talking about. The guy who never takes anything seriously, who’s probably just looking for an excuse to skip whatever family obligation he’s avoiding today. But there’s a spark in his eyes, and for some reason, I trust him.

Against my better judgment, I take his hand.

We end up at some little café tucked away in a quiet corner of the city. It’s nothing fancy, but the espresso is strong, and the sunlight filtering through the windows feels warm on my skin. For the first time all day, I feel like I can breathe.

Niccolò doesn’t ask me to spill my life story, and I don’t ask him for his. We just talk—about stupid things, like the ridiculous tourists we passed on the way here or the overpriced sneakers he’s been eyeing. It’s easy, effortless in a way I didn’t expect.

By the time we leave, the weight on my chest feels a little lighter.

“Thanks,” I say as we walk back toward the fountain.

He glances at me, surprised. “For what?”

“For… I don’t know. Not being a complete jerk today.”

He grins. “Don’t get used to it.”

But there’s a softness in his smile, a hint of something more. And for the first time, I think maybe Niccolò Govender is more than just the careless, cocky boy everyone thinks he is.

Maybe we both are.

[perplexingly]

Ok so you like self destructive tragic characters right. Self inflicted trauma on top of external trauma type stuff. (I've been thinking about Anders lately and you described him this way and I. can't stop thinking about it.) Can you elaborate on this type of characterization and what exactly makes a character written this way successful and not come off as just incompetent, frustrating or pure evil? I've found myself keeping an eye out for more characters like this but I haven't found any more that aren't shoved squarely in the "evil villain" box both by their source material and their fandom. As a character creator myself I'd love to write more characters like that and given how much you seem to appreciate them I'd love to hear your input. (Hope this ask isn't too weird, I just love well rounded characters that don't fit the status quo and I'll take that wherever I can get it.)

(Also, I've been replaying Skyrim recently before getting back into DA and once again our gaming interests have somehow realigned and all your posts about Enderal are tempting me to try it myself. I'm curious what mods you use, if any beyond Enderal itself? Your posts are the first I've heard of it so I'm not sure if it's even recommended to use mods lol, but I thought it was worth the ask)

Hello! Yes I love characters like that, but I’m afraid I won’t give you the analysis you need, I don’t have many thoughts in my head…

I think that characters like these do come off as all these things you mentioned (just look at all the Anders discourses around, or how Hamlet is perceived as indecisive and pathetic, Captain Ahab as insane, and Victor Frankenstein as “the real monster”), but regardless are still compelling, maybe because they often have very strong convictions, embody that “road to hell is paved with good intentions” proverb? Some of them are also just straight up charismatic (and often kind too!) and it’s easy to like that, though I don’t think that’s a necessary trait to find them interesting. (Anders came off as charming in Awakening as well, but then again, I liked the way he acted in DA2 more). Oh another thing is that they’re almost always the thing that moves the story forward.

Of the top off my head I can think mostly of self destructive characters in classic literature but I’m sure every media and every time period has plenty. Besides previously mentioned I’d also consider characters such as Captain Nemo (by the end of the story at least, for the most part he’s presented as noble and high-functioning), Jekyll of Jekyll&Hyde, Marlowe’s Faust (this one is 100% self inflicted without much external tragedy), any protagonist of any Dostoevsky book, maybe Balladyna (she’s a villainess akin to Macbeth though), maybe Orestes and Electra

Oh for modern works, definitely Captain Flint from Black Sails, Tolkien’s Turin (though there is a literal curse on his family line), Mrs Danvers from Rebecca, maybe Fitz from RotE (though he is more passive than any other character I listed here). I’m sure there are much better examples, it was all off the top of my head though :D

About Enderal, yesss I recommend it highly!! I didn’t use any mods, but there’s a bunch on Nexus (it has a separate page from Skyrim, though I believe Skyrim mods should work as well??). Enderal is more akin to a stand alone game than a mod though, for me it took 60hrs to beat and I didn’t do all of the side quests/didn’t meet all of the named npcs 🥹

Also, good luck with your endeavors!!

[cannedbeefaroni]

hey, got any nsfw erik hcs on this lovely day?

I’m gonna do this for the 1925 silent film Erik (Lon Chaney) and 25th anniversary Erik (Ramin Karimloo) (warning for incel-y behavior, stalking, dubcon stuff)

Chaney!Erik

Every version of Erik is a stalker, but this one is specifically creepy about it. He knows exactly what he’s doing and how wrong it is, but he doesn’t care. He truly believes he’s evil beyond repair. His love isn’t gentle, it’s relentless and brutal.

He likes watching women undress from the shadows. The closest thing to intimacy he’s ever gotten has been touching himself while watching the ballerinas in the dressing room.

He canonically smells christine’s feet (or just the bottom of her skirt?) so he definitely has a scent kink. He would emit a strong odor as well 💀

I think he’s big on sadism but only to a certain extent. He likes being threatening and domineering, but he wouldn’t hurt anyone he loves (not too much, at least). Although, psychological damage is fair game to him (ie degradation, intimidation, teasing, brat taming, a hint of primal play)

Size kink, because he’s a massive lad. His penis would be abnormally huge. An overall big guy

this guy has a massive oral fixation. he wants to put his mouth on anything. he's especially bite-y

karimloo!erik

super romantic. even if he is a creepy stalker, his charm is unmatched. he loves aggressively, but pathetically. he's like a wounded animal who'd die without affection.

if denied sex, he'd cry. he wouldn't even get angry, just immediately spiral into despair and self loathing.

gets horrid post nut clarity where he has to isolate himself in pure darkness and solemnly play church organ.

would eat someone out on their period. a period stops nothing but a sentence.

i think he'd like to edge and sexually torture himself out of both masochism and self hatred.

after having sex with someone once, he's already planned out their lives together for eternity. he's tailoring the wedding gown as we speak.

mommy dom kink. he wants to be stepped on then cradled in a woman's arms.

[shocked-collar]

im so angry and so sad today so unfortunately i am going to curse all of you with my TPOF Mason-Route OC, Missy Fortune, my little babey

only pic im willing to share of him (cause i dont have any good refs of him by me lol) drawn by @corruptfoxarc !!!!

warning this is a literal novel. im just gonna ramble and ramble and ramble, mainly for future notes for myself lol

Mason is the only one who can't keep the MC, and while I agree this is fitting for his character, it pisses me off because Give Me The Bear!!! so i went rogue and made it a reality.

Missy Fortune, a man with a fitting name!!! Misfortune follows him but he pays it no mind, choosing to see the bright side of every situation instead. He's 26 and full of life, working at a large, mostly deadstock toy store to keep his childhood close to him. He is taken by Fox's team while closing up the shop after willingly letting them inside after hours, because it was cold out and they asked very nicely.

Missy is a loser. Plain and simple. He hangs out with people who tolerate his company only because he's been in the friend group for years, but his role is just 'butt of the joke' guy. He accepts this because he's a naive goodie-two-shoes and believes there's no malice behind their gags. He isn't very close to his family and goes months without saying a word to them at a time, making his disappearance mainly unknown. (Not for any reason! They just don't really interact that much.) His life revolves around his job and his friends, thus creating a very unhealthy, if not mentally damaging personal life. He still finds the time to wake up with a smile nonetheless, being mainly clueless to the misfortunes in his day-to-day life.

Missy charmed Mason into bidding a high amount because he seemed intelligently aloof. He was enthusiastic about the wrong things considering his position as a product being sold, often going on nearly irrelevant tangents as responses to the announcers questions. (It's not often someone WANTS to know more about him!) What he spoke about, he seemed passionate, thus cementing him as the ideal prey in the hunters eyes. Someone with motivation and drive! A good, strong-will to carry a good hunt- unlike those miscellaneous hikers he finds from time-to-time.

And so right he was, because Missy kept him busy for two days over a week. Their 9-day long game had a very abrupt end after Mason arrived at his cabin and found the poor thing- cold, weak, hungry, and frail- counting sheep on his bed. Was the easiest thing picking him up for decapitation! Little man was light as a feather!

But then the dork nuzzled into him while waking up, and it struck Mason on a strange level. Missy had survived the longest of any of his previously purchased prey, and it kind of hurt letting him go. He got attached! He found so many sketches on that paper he provided him, was lead straight to him out of Missy's own stupidity from laughing or crying or singing too loudly, would often stalk him from afar as he acted like a fool, and now it's over. Laid him down on his wood-chopper, grabbed his axe, and saw his face. Missy was scared, but accepting, and that little nuzzle earlier reminded Mason of a pathetic soggy rat. He's got more potential in him. He got used to him.

So now he's got his own bed in that cabin! Just as warm and plush, and all he had to trade was his humanity for it. He has MANY chores and responsibilities (including but not limited to minor hunting, going on grocery/supply runs in the city, checking on set traps/setting new traps, preparing fresh catches for consumption, fishing, laundry, bed-making, basic house cleaning (MAINLY in his own room but is sometimes asked to take care of other rooms), isn't allowed to bathe by himself for the first 2 months, needs permission to go outside, speak, and get into Mason's things, and also needs to wait for permission to eat at the dinner table. He is severely indoctrinated into Mason's way of life and almost completely forgets who he used to be, but he never loses his optimistic charm. When he misbehaves he's forced into the 'shoes of discipline', shoes that have 5 nails through the bottom for him to walk on- each 3 to 5 inches long. When he's been good he gets free reign with the colored pencils and sometimes gets to pick himself up a lil' something-something from a supplies run!

They live in quiet, stern harmony together. Quiet, stern, ass-splitting harmony.

[kmze]

Thoughts on 3x01-3x11, lol I WROTE SO MUCH but this season (especially this half) has so much happening it's kind of impossible to not have a lot of thoughts. This is also where the show starts to embrace being more comedic (like this show is really a dark comedy at it's heart) so that helps. More characters being involved in the supernatural business also helps and up-powering Tyler is great for the plot IMO. I don't think Klaus was as strong of a villian as Katherine was last season (he is so whiny in the first half) but he started to get a little more interesting after he came back, maybe he just needed his hybrid minions to become more interesting. More below, I even broke it up in episode order!

3x01

Isn’t Elena’s birthday in June? She said Ric spent half the summer on the couch but that would mean it’s gotta be late July early August, right? (don't know why I'm even trying to make sense of this show's timeline)

I forgot that A Drop in the Ocean was played during a montage and included Forwood sexy time! What a moment. When I first watched the show the Stefan and Elena scene at the end is when I actually started shipping Stelena, it was the first time I really felt like they truly loved each other (song helped too because WHAT A SONG I always sing-a-long). I didn't feel that same buzz this time though, but maybe too much time as passed (and that damn scene in 6x02 saying this was when Elena fell in love with Damon takes a lot away from my old feels). I'm getting such a buzz from Forwood though!

3x02

Elena’s getting on my damn nerves with this stupid rescue mission in the woods during a full moon… I don’t understand how Ric and Damon agreed. I fail to see any reason for this nonsense plan.

3x03

The moment in the 20s flashbacks when Stefan is looking at Rebekah while Klaus is talking to him and then he turns and looks at Klaus with the biggest heart eyes I have ever seen him use how am I supposed to not ship it? The way they keep using "brother" to hide the extremely heavy gay subtext too I S2G. If this show was made 10 years later on a better network with better writers that subtext would be straight-up text! Think Louis and Lestat on AMC's Interview with the Vampire. In that just world I would have gotten canon Klefaroline dammit!

3x04

Caroline is a much better person than I because she's protecting her Dad meanwhile I'm counting down the episodes until he drops dead.

Stefan is really off his game (happens when he's too emotional about something) I cannot believe he got out-manipulated by Rebekah one of the most easily manipulated characters on this show. Pathetic really.

As soon as Beremy started being cute the writers start fucking it up for Bonnie. Makes me madder watching it all over again and how much they never give Bonnie the devoted love interests like Caro and Elena. And I like Jeremy and Anna but I’m so annoyed at this whole storyline in how it’s treating Bonnie I can’t even enjoy it. GFY Julie.

3x05

Completely forgot Bill Forbes taught himself how to resist compulsion (IDK why too it's a big plot point oops) and I can't believe none of these idiots bothered to learn how. I like to believe Caroline did and there's a class at the Salvatore Boarding School that teaches it.

The gym buzzer countdown was a nice touch lol.

3x06

I like that Rebekah narrowed in on Caroline and was like “you, I want your life” because she sees the vision and the potential! In all seriousness though I wonder if Rebekah having an interest in Caroline is why the writers picked Caroline to be the love interest for Klaus (since it parallels with them and Stefan in the '20s). Things that make me go hmmm.

I'm with Ric and Caroline, every time I see or hear about Damon and Elena I was to scream "stop molesting her!" UGH! He is always invading her personal space and it annoys me! The part where Elena said Damon needed to use his charm to distract Rebekah and Ric said "better luck finding a dagger" and you see Caro in the background laughing was the best.

Kinda happy to get a break from Klaus for a few episodes, he's just so one-dimensional during this time period and frankly annoying.

3x06 made me laugh so much even though I'm not sure I was supposed to laugh as much as I did. I mean Ripper Stefan is never not funny (a jerk but a hilarious jerk) but the scene were Ripper Stefan and 1,000 year old Rebekah are sitting in Ric's HIGH SCHOOL HISTORY CLASS just kills me, like what even is this show. Also laughed at Tyler being a "d-bag" baby hybrid, and you knew he was sired as soon as he didn't want to help lock up Stefan. HA!

Um, how did Rebekah get into the Lockwood mansion?

3x07

How did Lexi make Stefan think he’d been bleeding out for years? Is that a vampire power they just never used again or is it a special ghost power? I don’t remember this ever happening again.

Caroline fighting the ghost-vamps in her ballet flats lol the cutest!

3x08

Elena dealt with Ripper Stefan for like an hour and was like "absolutely not, Damon you do it" LMFAO which reminded me of the gifset that made everyone mad.

The Defan convo in 3x08 about Stefan always saving Damon for the bajillionith time even without humanity reminds of the convo in Damon’s head in 8x10 a little. This is a good season for them if I remember correctly, obviously I always enjoy them more when their causes of contention aren’t solely about Elena.

Elena making the Beremy breakup about herself, she really does have a gift. Even Bonnie was like really?

Bonnie ignoring Jeremy and giving him a death glare 1000% BB you deserve better you brought his ass back to life and lost tons of witchy power doing so he deserves to feel like shit!

3x09

Oh this is the first time Tyler and Caroline get into it about not including each other in schemes. This is kind of always a cause of conflict in their relationship but it’s a good cause of conflict because it makes sense. Tyler has a pack mentality (werewolf/hybrid) whereas Caroline is more independently driven (vampire). Like Caro said so much supernatural boyfriend drama.

Elena stabbing Rebekah in the back with the dagger is one of her best moments (even if I RME at her “I care too much” moment after).

3x10

Elena giving Tyler shit for being sired to Klaus (something he has no control over) is pretty funny considering what happens to her next season... insert well-well-well-how-the-turntables.gif.

3x11

Stefan’s spin decapitation of one of Klaus’ hybrids in front of him is so extra, I love it.

The symbolism of Elena “crowning” Caroline is not lost on me. Neither is Klaus forcing his way into Caroline’s house through the doorway.

Yeah the Wickery bridge scene was rough, no one knows how to psychologically torture/traumatize people quite like Stefan does.

Lines that made me laugh:

Bonnie: You think you're bored? My dads family is like wet paint that never dries. (oh I’m saving that one!)

Stefan: You’re into Tyler now, huh? That’s kind of fickle. (He's the worst but the comedic timing is *chef's kiss*)

Stefan: We should all listen to Elena, right? I mean, her plans always work out so well, don't they? (I’m saying! Damon agreed too LMFAO)

[pippipoffin]

William Afton and/or the Son for the character ask game? :^)c

AGAGAGAGGA!!!! YEAAAS TY RICHARD!! i will do both!

ask game

WILLIAM AFTON

First impression 🎇

back in 2014 when fnaf 2 came out, i was already so enamored by this man. i mean, a tall mysterious guy who murders kids? whats not to love right? especially springtrap, i thought he was so badass.

i was 13 or so at the time and i was so obsessed with fnaf. i wasnt as into him as i am now, but i still loved him a lot and he was one of my favorite guys

Impression now 🎇

hes my second favorite fnaf character of all time, with ralph (phone guy) being my #1. though honestly mike, ralph, and william all fight for that #1st place spot every day.

william is a very intriguing character to me. he's obsessive, he's charming and yet so utterly pathetic. he's a horrible father and a horrible friend and yet with the power he holds over people, no one can escape him once he's in their lives.

i. love. william. afton.

Favorite moment 🎇

Joke answer: when oswald came home from school and saw spring bonnie vacuuming the livingroom

Real answer: tie between the sister location opening cutscene, and when he whispers "it's still me" to mike when he hides in the vents in fnaf 6

Idea for a story 🎇

ralph and dave (william) go bowling together and then go back to dave's house to fuck nasty, the end ❤️

Unpopular opinion 🎇

i love william x henry, i cannot deny their history and chemistry. buuut its a little overrated...i think people should shake things up more and ship william and henry with other characters as well. i actually dont think ive ever seen henry be shipped with anyone except for william...thats sad.

Favorite relationship🎇

PURPLEPHONE FOR LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIFEEEE!!!!!!!!!! ive shipped ralph and william ever since fnaf 2 came out and it will FOREVER be my OTP. FOREVER AND EVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Favorite headcanon 🎇

This is like choosing a favorite child. impossible...but i will pick one of my headcanons to share.

I already made a post about this but, William's favorite drink is a Shirley Temple with extra cherries. which is also my favorite drink!! :D

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THE SON

First impression 💊

I remember not having any strong feelings either way when i first played hlm2. Well honey, i had a big storm comin.

Impression now 💊

hes on my top 5 list of favorite characters, probably. if not, he is UP there. i LOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE the son!!! he is so interesting. party boy brat but in a different way than Biker, and he has a lot of intriguing tragedy to his character as well.

Favorite moment 💊

ok how could it NOT be the final level, right?? i remember when i first played that...when the credits rolled i was just completely blown away (uh no pun intended)

Idea for a story 💊

i always thought a swap AU with The Son and Jacket would be very interesting. I'd elaborate on that but my fingers are starting to hurt from typing

Unpopular opinion 💊

i actually dont know what is or isnt popular in the hotline miami fandom since i never interact with it anymore. ummm i think he likes vanilla ice cream

Favorite relationship 💊

i like the son x jacket as a toxic awful terrible ship i want them to kill each other with hammers and the son to project all of his trauma on jacket

Favorite headcanon 💊

his first name is Rodion :)

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if you read all of that...idek what to say, thank you?!?!?

[yurissweettooth]

5 Comfort Characters, 5 Tags

Thank you @grandmaswormsoup for tagging me! 🥰 Even though I am responding like a week late lol

It is super super hard to narrow it down because I have so many and they change at any given time but here are a small selection of some of the current ones in no particular order (minus Yuri, he's number 1 always):

1.) Yuri Petrov (Tiger&Bunny)

Not even gonna open this can of worms, it is well known that I am absolutely unhinged about him in every conceivable way. 💙💚

2.) Anders (Dragon Age 2 but also Awakening to a lesser extent)

He is almost tied to Yuri for me. He has done irreparable damage to my psyche and I just love him so dearly and am so invested in him and I want nothing more than for him to be happy and heal and be loved and accepted.

3.) Zagi (Tales of Vesperia)

Certified little freak. Will tear a man to shreds in the queerest way imaginable. What more can I say? He was a minor and slightly goofy character but his vague story and it's tragic undertones left a big impact on me.

4.) Sebastian Vael (Dragon Age 2)

As much as I tend to disagree with him and love to dunk on him, I actually think he's kinda neat and he has the most of amount of HCs and AUs in my head of any DA character. I was captivated by his often overlooked pathetic charm and I think I can fix him (or make him worse. or both). He takes up an inordinate amount of space in my brain.

5.) Merrill (Dragon Age 2)

Would die for her, actually. As an autistic person I feel a very strong connection to her. She is a lot smarter and more complex than she's often given credit for (both in the game and in the fandom) and she makes me feel a wide range of emotions. Amazing character, she deserves the absolute world <3

Tagging (only if you want to! feel free to ignore!): @ormspryde @ivorymoon3 @lulalou @vivispec and @crush3dmary and anyone else who would like to participate!

[eye-of-yelough]

woe, numbers be upon you (for the dark urge questions) 1, 3, 4, 11, 13, 16, 21, 25, 30

WOWIE YOU SPOIL ME. THANK YOU

For context in case you or anyone reading this don’t know, Aeryn is an oc i’ve had since looong before bg3, he’s basically a self insert (except he’s isn’t, at all, because we have very little in common) who is my go-to guy to play as in video games. his personality, appearance and all that was all already in my head so. idk some things might not sense because i bend little things here n there to make him more like he is in my head.

ANOTHER thing is that i initially created this guy for the soul purpose of like. tortureporn. just a little meow meow for me to force all of sad horny little edgelord impulses onto with the hope that if i put it all into one character, i wouldn’t do it as much with my others. and then he kinda just evolved from there as i got more invested in him. but he’s still that tortureporn deep down so that’s why there’s So Much going on with him. just thought i’d warn ya.

1) What circumstances led to your durge picking their class/subclass?

Aeryn’s a level 8 “the great old one” warlock/level 4 “gloom stalker” ranger. for warlock, well. the thing you need to know about Aeryn is that he is. very pathetic. i always play him as a glass cannon. he likely wasn’t living up to Murder Daddy’s ambitious expectations for him as being the ultimate killing machine, so he made a deal for an arcane edge. as for gloom stalker urban ranger well. it’s the dark urge.

3) what would your durge consider to be their greatest skill? is this accurate?

seduction, and no. he is off-putting and desperate and only certain people find that charming. i’d say it’s his love. his empathy.

4) what would your durge consider to be their greatest flaw? is this accurate?

just… all of it. the Urge, the rampant sex addiction, (by extension, the need for people to find him physically attractive, that’s so strong it stops him from physically or socially transitioning, which leads him in this weird purgatory, flitting from girlmoding to boymoding depending on he wants to gain sex or respect from a social situation. suffice it to say, no one ever knows what to make of him.) desperate pathetic clingyness and people pleasing borne from a life of profound isolation and rejection, the fact that he’s so so so scared all the time. and, yeah. i’d say that’s pretty spot on.

11) what motivates you durge to either embrace or resist the urge?

fear. love. both ways. he never embraces the urge, never. not deep down, at least. he spends the whole span of the game trying to resist. he’s just… not very good at it. his vibe has always been that “as if it’s my fault my love language is acts of service and all i know how to do is kill” post.

13) how does your durge feel about killing?

horny. jokes* aside, Aeryn is um. more than a little suicidal if i’m being honest. (bear with me) and memory-fucked as he is, that feeling alongside the urge is all he really knows. the belief that life is nothing but one painful disappointment after another is his soul consistent trait. he honestly doesn’t know that life can be more than that. he also doesn’t know that others don’t feel the same. so that’s essentially how he keeps his guilt and shame on a leash. cant be guilty about killing if you see it as an act of mercy.

*it wasn’t a joke at all.

16) what is your durge’s greatest desire?

now this is one i’ve thought about. basically his perfect life would be as the right hand man (executioner or perhaps assassin) and lover (pet) of a great leader who supplies him with many shitheads and sorry bastards to take out his murderous urges on. and have whoever that leader is give him a pat on the head and tell him he’s doing a good job :) and they fuck scary style. (minthara hiiiiii) (yes i am a durgetash exes truther why do you ask)

21) what are two to three songs your durge would relate to?

so glad you asked.

stupid girl by garbage is Thee Signature Aeryn Song to me.

something rotten by placebo

and, as much as i hate to recommend a song by the worlds evilest band, this hurts by msi.

25) how does your durge feel about Sceleritas Fel?

conflicted. he’s like a mascot for his dark urge, and his arrival always means the worst. and yet, he just can’t not fall this silly little freak’s charms.

30) what are your durge’s intentions/goals at the end of the game?

this would be easier to answer if i knew what his canon ending was, but i don’t. i just finished my first ever playthrough earlier today, where he rejects Bhaal and the emperor and becomes a mind flayer and i can safely say that’s not it. (i romanced lae’zel, realised aeryn would be better suited with minthara around the end of act two, and came to the conclusion that this is not his canon run, so i’m just gonna do what feels right and whatever happens, happens) i’ve watched a few videos of the accept bhaal’s gift -> kill the netherbrain -> kill yourself or go crazy and piss yourself ending (which is so unsettling and i really shouldn’t have watched it at 5am) and its REALLY good but. yeah i don’t know.

thanks so much again for asking and letting me talk about my wretched thing. kisses

[blookmallow]

i dont understand anything thats going on ever in the fnf fandom ive only played the original and watched a lil bit of the ddlc mod and the. sans crossover one but it seems to have gone a similar direction to the undertale fandom where AUs/mods have increasingly convoluted lore so maybe i Just Dont Get It but i have such specific strong opinions on senpai characterization and barely any of the fanart i see matches it quite right

like. to me,

he’s not a sweet uwu baby. this one i actively dont understand like did y’all miss the entire point. no one ever seems to make him nasty enough whenever i look for it and i dont get it. why are you skipping out on The Best Part

people always characterize him as homophobic straight boy but look at him. i see sparkles, way too much blush, a pink tie and a pink microphone. theres flowers everywhere. hes oozing bitchy gay energy. i will accept “gay And homophobic” though. not in a closeted “im straight i swear” way though. you understand

actually truth be told i feel like its almost better if hes just straight up gay and the entire thing is just an act to get attention. hes Just manipulative and strings all these girls along but never seems to actually have a girlfriend and everyone thinks its because no one’s good enough for him, but actually,

i know “the spirit is his true form” is probably a valid interpretation but i just cannot vibe with it at all. it looks to me like he was clearly ripped apart by the spirit. whatever it is, it Killed him. which does imply hes something more than A Game Character but i still really dont think it is him

i also dont think the spirit was possessing him before it manifested. like, that could explain the “perfect character suddenly glitches and breaks down” and it could have just broken out of that form entirely at the end but like. that would mean the bitchy mean senpai is the spirit’s personality breaking through, which just Doesn’t track with how it acts when it bursts out. and why would it be trying to act like him anyway. its like, a game that gf abandoned or something, senpai isnt even a full person with an actual Life or anything. i think it was trapped somewhere deep within the game and senpai breaking character/bf getting in shook up the code enough to make just enough of a hole for it to break out? i dont know. i also dont know what the connection is with senpai and the lemon demon but i see that a lot too

ANYWAY. nobody makes him pretty enough i want senpai with obnoxious heart earrings and pink tinted chapstick that smells like strawberry. he has an extremely complicated skin care routine. he smells like four different perfumes at once. his nails are flawless. he writes in glittery gel pen. he has little kitty charms on his phone

people try to make him tragic and misunderstood and i do not get the appeal at all i just want him to be Bitter and Nasty and Petty and beautiful. hes probably a spoiled rich kid who has never been told no in his life. hes pathetic. hes gorgeous. hes the worst boy you’ve ever met

[goldentalent]

The Ethereal Ball is done, but as you're leaving, you see flocks of people making for a barely-trodden little footpath leading partway down the mountain. Should you follow it, the sound of music and hollering would begin to swell, until you are greeted with a barebones but extremely lively party with a large bonfire and no shortage of entertainment. Dancing, singing -- both far more boisterous and free than anything the Ball offered -- is plentiful, and it only seems to be getting started. There’s even a fun axe-throwing game set up between the trees. Better take advantage of the party now - those clouds overhead look ready to snow. [Grants Axe +1]

It was a terrible shame she'd missed the ball but it would be a true tragedy if she missed the afterparty too. What a pitiful party it would be without Goldmary's effervescent, shining presence? She sticks close to Lapis, not for her own sake but for the younger woman's. The pair of them are irresistably charming, herself more so of course but she would never deny her friend's brilliance. With a touch more confidence, Lapis could be downright dangerous to the hearts of everyone at Garreg Mach.

So it really is no surprise that, despite being positioned at the edge of the dancefloor, they attract no end of attention. It's flattering, really, although Goldmary does spare a fleeting thought for the other students being outshined. It must be simply terrible.

"Chin up, Lapis. They can't take their eyes off you," Goldmary encourages her rose-haired friend as she accepts another glass of lightly sparkling orange juice. Naturally she stuck to healthy drinks, juices to leave her skin glowing and hydrated, lest her shine be dulled. The attention was mostly welcome, a reminder that her beauty would never falter. "Not that I can blame them. One lovely lady is a gift but two? Why, I'm sure they must be thanking their goddess!"

The only problem with attending an elite, foreign academy is the entitled attitude of some of the nobility. Their crass attempts to seduce her only earned a roll of her beautiful, glittering gold eyes. Why on earth would she waste her time with someone who only cared to hear himself speak? Who coveted her beauty yet put no effort in complimenting her perfection?

"Come on baby, watch me throw these axes. Show you what the arms you'll be in tonight can really do." The boy - truly he must be a child to think such a line would work, who has been buzzing around her all evening croons in a tone that makes her physically recoil. His friend titters in amusement before placing a hand upon Lapis' arm. In an instant, Goldmary snaps, taking Lapis by the hand and pulling it away from the sleazeball. "If I wanted to see someone show of their strength, I'd simply watch myself in the mirror. As if you could impress someone of my skill and talent!"

Goldmary strides over to the axe throwing game with a swing of her hips, taking the heftiest one she can get her hands on. Perhaps it's a little too weighty for her to throw comfortably but there's no way she'll admit to that. Praying she won't sweat too much as that would obviously break the hearts of so many here, Goldmary lifts the axe above her head, swinging as she spins and let's it fly through the air. It lands on the ground, almost half way across the alley that had been roped off for the game.

Goldmary's throw: Roll d20 = 8! Annoying NPC 1's throw: Roll d20 = 3!

"I'm just warming up, of course. Don't get cocky, it simply takes effort to be this strong and elegant." Goldmary complains with a hefty sigh. She deserved much better of course, surely the wind must have been blowing against her or the axe weighted unevenly! Immediately a man in the crowd scurries away, returning swiftly with a glass of water and a lovestruck smile. How sweet. Her eyes are sharp and narrowed as she watches her would be suitor rise to her challenge. Or fall for it, really. Her own throw had not been her best, sadly, but his is pathetic. Goldmary finds herself gleeful as he embarrasses himself not only in front of her but the rest of the partygoers. "Lapis, darling! Come show these boys how it's really done. I almost feel sorry for them, trying to compete with my-- no, our perfection and grace."

@rockroselazuli

country girls make do

[daily-hayley568]

hi :)

Can I get a plussized non-binary reader, x Fred Weasly,

and like, Fred just gets pissed at some slytherins (the quidditch captain) for making fun of reader for being bigger (but like, their not skinny but also not fat? Ykyk?) and Fred just is mad and then soon has to comfort the reader?

I’d Knock Your Teeth Straight but That Would Be Doing You A Favor|Fred Weasley

pairings: Fred Weasley x gn!reader

summary: You and Fred have been dating for about a year. You’d always thought yourself as a bit chubby and you were okay with that. A lot of Slytherins made comments to you and Fred Weasley was there to hear it.

warnings: self-deprecation, bullying?, swearing, fighting, a lot of of fluff

A/N: y’all are gorgeous!! i love the love you guys give my tumblr and I hope I do this request justice! Love hayley.

Another restless September morning. You were sitting by the Black Lake watching the squid swim and tread through the depths of the water. You were writing in your journal about a story you were trying to create.

It was something you loved to do. It was to write and read fantasy stories even if you felt like you lived in a fantasy yourself. You were attending Hogwarts and dating the most well-known prankster known. Fred Weasley.

When you first met Fred and George you were a shy first-year looking for somewhere to sit down on the train to Hogwarts. You met the twins and Lee Jordan that day. A quartet that had never been separated since.

And like most, you fell for the flirtatious charms of Fred Weasley. You figured the only way you guys were dating was because George decided seven minutes in heaven would be the best game. After drinking a couple firewhiskys you agreed. Oh merlin, was it heaven.

Since then Fred asked you on a date and then to be his significant other. You really loved him.

Your memories were interrupted by a couple of Slytherins sauntering towards you.

“Hello, Y/N.”

You internally sighed.

This has been happening for a while. You used to keep your head down but since you started dating Fred Weasley that changed. It put a target on your back so to speak.

It was usually after George and Fred pranked one of them. They retaliated against you. You would never tell Fred. He didn’t have to know. The Slytherins were just making comments.

You didn’t think the comments were far off.

“Personally,” one boy in the group started, “I didn’t know they let cows into Hogwarts.”

The group cackled, circling in on you menacingly. You shifted in the grass looking up at them.

“I haven’t seen any cows.” You muttered and they chuckled.

“I’ll show you one.” One of the boys conjured a mirror showing yourself. “Here.”

You choked back tears, not daring to cry in front of these pathetic fools. Then the same one grabbed your journal tossing it into the black lake.

“We’d toss you but we’re not even that strong.” They laughed again walking towards the castle.

You scrambled up, tears running freely, “Shit, shit, shit!” You grabbed the journal soaked and ruined. “Damn.”

“Darling! There you are.”

Fred. oh no. You used your sleeve to wipe the tears, praying to Merlin that you didn’t look like you’d been crying. You forcibly swallowed the tears.

You turned with a sour expression. “What’s wrong?” He was with George and George’s frown was prevalent.

“I- the wind blew and caught the book and it fell in the water.” The lies were too easy. You didn’t want Fred to know, nor George. It’s not like it was a big deal.

“It’s ok, Baby. I’ll get you a new one.” Fred muttered bringing you into his arms and kissing the top of your head.

Instantly all your worries faded into the crisp breeze. Fred smelled of fire and a strong cinnamon scent. He smelled like home.

“Would you like to hear our newest prank?” Fred grinned leaning down to peck another kiss to your lips.

“Tell me all about it!”

—-

The weeks had been silent from the Slytherin crew. You were thankful. This time they approached you was after Gryffindor won the quidditch cup.

You exited the party walking down the corridors. Empty and the faded wireless music followed you. You shivered even with Fred’s sweatshirt over you.

That’s when you ran full into Marcus Flint. Ah, fuck. Marcus Flint was an ugly Slytherin boy. He had crooked front

“Sorry.” You muttered, keeping your head down.

“L/N. I didn’t know Weasley’s jumper would fit on you.” The snaggled-tooth boy snickered.

You swallowed, turning to face him. “Then again you may’ve used an enlargement charm.”

“Please, just leave me alone.” You whispered softly trying to brush past him, but he wrapped an hand around your wrist yanking you back.

“Where do ya think you’re going?”

“I just said. Away from you.”

“Y’know. You’d be prettier if you were skinnier. You’re just a blob.”

You choked again. “Please. Stop.”

“What because you it’s true?”

“Get your hands off them. Now.” Fred Weasley. Oh.

You turned and Fred was striding towards the both of you. Fred had heard the entire conversation and he realized he had to stop this madness.

Blood boiling rage filled the older twin. He wanted to slam Marcus Flint into the wall. The older boy, Marcus, grinned at the appearance of Fred.

“We were just chatting weren’t we, Darling?” His taunting grin to you made you shiver.

“Don’t call me that.”

Fred reached them stepping in front of you to break the physical contact between you two. Fred pushed Marcus back. “Shut the fuck up. She’s pretty enough as is. You couldn’t get someone as pretty as her even if you tried.”

“I could get skinnier, I bet.”

“You’re a full git, you know that?” Fred landed his fist in Marcus’ nose. “I’d knock your teeth straight but that’d would be doing you a favor.”

You had never seen Fred so.. angry. It was kinda hot. If you weren’t on the verge of tears.

Marcus scattered off and it was just you and Fred. You were left alone in the corridor. Fred thought you were so gorgeous bathed in the moonlight from the windows.

“It’s stupid that I’m crying, I know. It’s just it’s kept happening.”

“Kept happening. Baby, has this been going on for a long time?” You nodded glancing off to the window so you wouldn’t have to look into his chocolate eyes. He turned your chin with his fingers his eyes welcoming and full of love. “It’s not stupid. Slytherins are jerks. I wished you would’ve told me, I would’ve handled it sooner.”

“I thought it would just stop. That they’d leave me alone.” He sighed wrapping his arms around your waist. “It’s not like they were lying to me.”

Fred looked as if he had been slapped in the face.

“What? They were lying. Just jealous you’re the best person all in Hogwarts.” He kissed you. “I love you so much.”

He kissed you again, “You’re so funny.” Another kiss. “Creative.” Kiss. “Smart.” Kiss. And again and again. He kept telling you something new he loved about you.

Fred knew he was going to have to beat the snot out of Marcus Flint, but right now he was going to comfort you.

He led you to his dorm that night, tucked you both in and fell asleep.

You didn’t have to wonder the next morning why Marcus Flint had a black eye and cut lip at breakfast. Or why he was glaring at you and Fred his arm tightly around you.

[urstruly-ghst]

happy birthday, azul ashengrotto!

note : sorry for the delay, i am training for competitions, so i am pretty beat! do enjoy our dear azul's bday!

azul ashengrotto

Azul was a hard shell to crack, and he was bashful of who he was in the past. He only wishes to be the best version of himself, so he improves and improves for himself. The Overblot was proof of his pain to be better.

He was very career pursuing in his past birthdays, not stepping down to be a playful octopus. He was always a serious person, so pushing him to enjoy something outside of work was a difficult task.

What if you pushed him to show a side of fun?

The corals are bright; they are full of life and color. Azul envied the colors surrounding the corals; his dark jet-black body makes him feel insecure, he stands out quickly with the colors. He was bleak. The almost silver hair and blue eyes basically go invisible to the bright-colored coral bed he lives in.

He envies those who were born to stand out, and he berates himself as they did to him. Azul makes it his mission always to stand out, but he struggles even to enter or step up his game. It was difficult reaching his goal, yet, the twins helped him. In his difficult time, they stood as supporters, and Azul couldn’t thank them enough.

However, during his rise to the top, someone managed to drag him back down. You.

No one knew how a magicless person could be able to drag him down to where he was, a pathetic bleak octopus who was relentlessly put down even with the natural success that he brought. Maybe it was because of the way they had the colors of their world in their hands, or perhaps it was because he underestimated the amount of care they held for someone.

Being bleak in your light, Azul frowns in distaste as he observes you in many ways; it feels odd just to be too extraordinary yet so plain. You stir up so much trouble, yet you bring the calm to the raging storm. He witnessed such, and it happened twice before his own storm.

The plain appearance of yours still did a multitude of colors than Azul, no matter how many Unique Magics he stole. He still never felt the spark of joy and rush, yet that changed when the fantastic colors came rapidly to him.

It was sudden. Being your companion to journeys made a euphoric rush of colors. The struggles head-on were no longer the blue colors he greets himself with; it was like an explosion of shards and rays of colors that invaded him.

During his climb, Azul convinced himself that the strong greys and blues were just the only colors that could be his during his rise. Azul embraced the bleak life, even if he yearned to bring the colors to hug him, The same colors he sees you in every waking moment.

Slow was the melancholic tides of success when he recovered, overblotting to took a toll on his lounge. Everyone heard the rumors and horrid deeds; it made them scared to enter the once lively lounge. Those times were his lowest, bleakest, and saddest turn. Almost bound to drown him in confusion, a rock he gripped weakly was your eyes that held concern.

Slow tugging on the fabric of Azul’s uniform was more than enough to make him reach the surface and start anew. Granted, he was still the cunning and sharp merman, but Azul still has the charm to stand again, albeit shaky.

He made it, you note, and came back with a stronger gusto than any encounter you had. Granted, he was the timid man you knew, but he didn’t hide that scarred man from you anymore. He allowed the bleak man he is to be a blank canvas to you.

The moment he did, Mostro Lounge reached a height he never dreamed of. Though there were reluctant customers, it was better than the quiet lounge. You even lured them in. Your charm exceeds a certain level since it brought a lot of people. Some of the scared regulars even came back!

The day of his birth came, the colors were growing onto him. Azul grew out of his shell long ago, and he understood that because of your efforts to love him as the bleak and amazingly strong octopus amidst the corals.

The Leech twins saw this; they saw how the once strict octopus was radiating in a new style. Granted, his allure of being cunning never left him, but it was a particular shine they never saw.

“Nee, shrimpy, have you seen the way Azul dresses? It seems to be Azul likes to see more color!” Floyd cheered as he noticed that Octavinelle was now filled with the colors found in the Coral Sea. It brings him back to a simpler time, and he fondly remembers the event of bumping into the tiny chubby jet-black merman.

“Indeed, Azul had this sheen, and I even mistook it as slime!” Jade teased as he saw the smile etched onto Azul’s face while everyone conversed with the flamboyant man. He may have been a strict contract person, but he can be a fantastic friend.

You look at him, it has been a long progressing journey to bring Azul out of his shell, but it was worth the wait. Azul finally became who he dreamed of being: the best version of himself.