#however Cannon exes is so good

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While it is sad that Fire Emblem doesn't do already married couples like Louise and Pent anymore. Saizo and Kagero being Cannon exes is so fucking funny and I don’t think we'd get that dynamic without the avatar obligation.

[echantedtoon]

PLEASE CAN YOU TELL US MORE OF YOUR DEMON SHADOW MILK COOKIE AU!!! I LOVE THE ONESHOT YOU WROTE!!

Its still being worked on but I'll give you the gists of it. Im officially calling it the Angels And Demons Au.

@mimiexe15 @mspurpl3

*It's only loosely based off the actual Cookie Run/Cookie Run Kingdom lore. Everything else is my own creating.

*The 'cookies' in this au are still created by the Witches but instead of being actual witches, they're basically a whole Pantheon of Goddesses with Warlocks too bring the bad gods. So think of Ancient Greek or Egyptian kind of Pantheon of gods. Witches are the good ones and Warlocks are the bad, but there isn't one group of all girls or boys. In this au there's boy witch gods, girl warlock gods, etc. and like the Ancient Greek Pantheon there's different Witch/Warlock gods representing different things. Ex: Witch of Fertility and Light, Warlock of Chaos, etc.

*Similar to the game they create Earth and in turn made the creatures whom live on it. Only the cookies are actually different mythical beings instead of cookies. Millennial Tree cookie is a driad, Elder Fairy Cookie is actually a fairy, and the Yeast Beasts are demons so on and so forth. They all aldo keep their original names minus the 'cookie' part because I like the idea of the Witch/Warlock gods literally having a giant kitchen in their realm that they literally created them with.

*Their versions of Heaven and Hell literally are giant offices. I'm not exaggerating. There's whole departments dedicated to certain branches including soul transportation, punishment schedules that's literally just appointments the higher ups make to have certain souls receive punishments from certain demons. Example being- "Mr. John Doe. Yes. Sorry for the delay in Purgatory. Unfortunately we get MANY John Does down here and your soul file had gotten mixed up with someone else's. We had to reschedule your appointment with Burning Spice but rest assured you will be keeping your punishment for scamming people out of their money. Please have a seat back in Purgatory and we'll have a demon fetch you shortly."

*There's other parts too. The 'higher ups' are the witches and warlocks whom act more like managers and ceos most of the time. Purgatory is literally just one big waiting room while the desk clerks are waiting for the higher ups or angels/demons to review a soul's good and bad deeds and then give them a call with instructions. Basically like a HUGE DMV only more boring with longer waiting hours. There's still temples you can pray to the Witches or Warlocks to as well but any prayers are recorded and then forwarded to the said witch/warlock's branch of the department. Like an office.

*There's still regular ways to summon an angel or demon, rituals, Sacrifices, spells, prayers, portals, etc- But there's very strict rules for it due to the literal amount of paperwork it causes due to the chaos that used to happen on earth when mythical beings were more believed in instead of being passed off as fairytales and ghost stories.

*The Yeast Beasts still have basically the same backstories as the cannon ones. Witches made them as Angels to guide humanity, they corrupted under the pressure, witches stopped them, and they had their og soul powers stripped. The only difference was that instead of being stuck in a tree, they were banished to hell and kept in cells until Enchantress 'Cookie' released them. The heroes also have the same back stories as usual, only really they were humans chosen to be blessed with the powers of the og YB crew and stopped them from wrecking havoc on earth. Some ascended to become angels when they passed such as Pure Vanilla and White Lily.

*The whole departments and strict rules weren't made and or really reinforced until after the Five were banished twice to Tartarus and slapped with punishments and restrictions they can't break however they're still pretty powerful even restricted to Tartarus so they were able to conquer large sections of it that they rule over with an iron fist....Yet are only permitted to under the conditions that they don't try anymore uprisings.

*Each demon has an angel counterpart keeping an eye on them and to constantly keep them in check. For Eternal Sugar it's Hollyberry, for Shadow Milk it's Pure Vanilla, etc. As well as being their counterparts, they're also assigned to the same human as their Guardian Angel/Angel on their shoulder and the devil on their shoulder/personal demon.

*Humans to angels and demons are often referred to as 'clients'(again it's just a giant office), and have case files with their entire life stories stored away in gigantic filing cabinets.

*Every human is assigned one Angel and one Demon from the beginning. The angel acts as their Guardian Angel, voice of reason, and angel on their shoulder. The demon acts as their personal demon causing hardships, being the devil on their shoulder, and is the one responsible for the sudden feelings of negativity they feed to you. However they're not allowed to actually influence or force the human to do anything. They can try to sway or convince them in one way or another but the final decision must be made by the human alone in the end. The only exception to this is if the human made a binding contract with a demon which the angel can't interfere with unless the higher ups saw so, or the Guardian Angel keeps them from lethal harm before their assigned time of death.

*For Y/n Shadow Milk is assigned to her as the Devil on her shoulder/Personal Demon and Pure Vanilla is assigned to be her shoulder angel/Guardian Angel to be sure Shadow Milk doesn't try anything harmful. ... Actually it was by complete accident that they were assigned to her. Originally it was supposed to be Black Sapphire that was assigned to be her demon and Sugarfly her angel however there was supposed to be certain papers filed away for her in her 'soul file' stating that. No one is sure HOW exactly but somehow a mix up happened through processing the paperwork and Shadow Milk was listed as her demon instead alongside Sugarfly.

*As per the rules the assigned demon/angel was informed via sent their version of a company email and everyone else was pretty surprised. The five Demon Lords weren't really picked to be a human's demon (and for good reason!), so imagine Shadow Milk's surprise but excitement when he finds out he'll finally get to have access to Earth and a human!! Meanwhile Sugarfly is pretty much shaking in her halo. Shadow Milk was a WAY stronger being than she was! There was no way she could stop him from wrecking havoc on the poor human! The power imbalance was obvious!!

*The higher ups are also confused. Black Sapphire was supposed to be listed so why was Shadow Milk listed instead?? A small 'HR' investigation is launched and they find it's not the only mix up that's happened strangely. Nothing too serious, mostly some harmless mislables or some 'employees' given the wrong assignments but it's still a problem that needs to be solved before something majorly bad happens. No one is sure if it's being done on purpose so they must take this seriously.

*It's confusion all around but it's mutually decided that it'd be a headache for EVERYONE if Shadow Milk is allowed to run around unchecked so while they try to figure out who did something wrong with what and where, they reassign Pure Vanilla as Y/n's Angel instead until the issue is fixed. Shadow Milk is NOT happy to see Pure Vanilla there on earth with him instead of the weak little angel he was supposed to be working with but what's done is done and he can't do anything about it. Which means most of the time he's causing shenanigans while PV puts checks him constantly. While Y/n is confused at the sudden chaos in her life and believes she's now being haunted.

*There's also the concept of Demi gods. Descendants of the Witches and Warlocks and come from bloodlines of both Devine and human. However most Demi gods either died out or their bloodlines stretched so thin that the Devine power no longer existed by the time present say rolls around. Until both PV and SM are assigned to Y/n and realize the power lying dormant in her body. The first real Demi God in centuries and she couldn't even use her unknown powers.

*This is both good and bad. That kind of raw power rivals the soul 'jam' PV posseses and if taken could be chaos. It horrifies PV and intrigues SM until they realize something. SM being assigned to her wasn't likely a coincidence. The most powerful Beast just so happens to be assigned to a Witches descendant? That wasn't a coincidence. And neither was the sudden influx of 'accidents' being assigned to her suddenly in her soul file when SM didn't outright take her powers obviously seeing this deceit for what it is.

*So now it's up to Pure Vanilla and Shadow Milk to work together to keep Demi God Witch Y/n safe from whatever force is trying to take her powers for themselves as White Lily, Black Sapphire, and Candy Apple has to work together with their other crew and figure out who's manipulating behind the scenes before it's too late.

*And in the process the two start falling for her and of course start vying for her heart as well.

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Scourge's shortcomings are intentional.

This bumbling, overlooked third-in-command is a very intentional character in some respects- he is the way that he is for a reason.

One interesting thing I think about is the difference between Cyclonus and Scourge’s loyalties and purposes given by Unicron. I mean, their places in the world are very clear- Unicron created the leader, Galvatron, the warrior, Cyclonus, and the hunter, Scourge.

For Cyclonus, it is clear to see why he is loyal- he was built to be the sword to which the king rules over his army, so he must be a good liaison between the troops and their leader and an effective way of carrying out his leader's will. (ex. he shuttles around Galvatron in his alt mode to compensate for his leader's inability to fly, since Galvatron's alt is a cannon, a thing solely meant to have destructive power and ONLY destructive power).

However, Scourge is not a warrior, but a hunter. He serves a very different purpose to Galvatron, more akin to a hunting dog than a sword. He was made to seek and destroy, to track prey and eliminate it with his wolf-pack of Sweeps and exceptional sensors and tracking abilities. A hunter must have far different traits than a warrior.

For one, they must be independent. Bureaucracy is slow, and if a hunter waits for orders on how to approach and exterminate a target, they lose their edge in the hunt. Scourge needs to be able to think for himself in some capacity to make decisions on the fly and ultimately get the job done. Because who cares how the job gets done, as long as it does?

Secondly, they must be confident in their abilities- to be confident is to take risks, knowing that they are secure in judging the situation. And risks, while rash, can be the difference between success and failure in a fight, in a battle, in all aspects of life- high risk, high reward, as they say. Scourge needs to be overconfident, even arrogant, to be able to make those kinds of calls, even if those calls are bad and they backfire.

Which brings me to the last point- cowardice. While seen as a weak and undesirable trait, it excels in one area that is extremely important to the hunter- keeping themselves alive. Cowardice means retreat, regrouping with the pack, and living to try again another day. It is the failsafe for all the failed risks that Scourge takes and it allows him to be persistent, to try other ways at attacking the problem. Cowardice is a strong way to put it, really- one might call it strategy. But of course, in the words of Galvatron himself- "strategy is for cowards!"

All of these traits are necessary in a hunter, which neither the mad leader nor his sword can understand- for that is an entirely different discipline of service that neither of them were created for.

[eventidde]

TEAR AT EVENTIDE-INFORMATION / TEASER.

FIRST OFF-TRIGGER WARNINGS FOR THIS STORY! IT’S JJK, SO IT’S NOT GONNA BE ALL DEPRESSING BUT!

TW-gore, heavy mentions of ptsd, mental health (depression, anxiety, ptsd, autism (autism is not a tw, but my oc IS autistic, so if her actions don’t make sense or she responds in strange ways, it is because of that.), halluications (alot), insominia, injuries, alchol, graphic descriptions of body parts, overall creepiness, ED’s (not rlly it’s just her not eating as much as she should), lot’s of mental breakdowns, pretty much a descent into amadness, personality disorders, perfictionism, OCD, anger issues, religous trauma, religous aspects, mentions of physical and verbal abuse, drug usage, murder (alot), fire (lot’s of it), negative self talk, dark thoughts, peer pressure, mainuplation, obessiveness, yandere character trope, non-con touching and kissing, and more!

SOME CHARACTER’S IN THIS STORY WILL BE MORE OBESSIVE / YANDERE’S!!

LIST OF ROMANTIC INTERESTS IN THIS STORY-THE MC IS 18, CHARACTERS LIKE YUJI AND OTHERS WILL BE AGED UP SO EVERY LOVE INTEREST IS AN ADULT (18) +, OTHER CHARACTERS NOT MENTIONED ARE PLATONIC ONLY!

-YUJI ITADORI

-MEGUMI FUSHIGURO

-SATORU GOJO

-RYOMEN SUKUNA (YANDERE)

-NOBARA KUGISAKI

-MAKI ZENIN

-SUGURU GETO (YANDERE)

-TOGE INUMAKI

-KASUMI MIWA

-HAJIME KASHIMO

-HANA KURUSU

-KIRARA HOSHI

-MAI ZENIN

-MAHITO (YANDERE)

-TOJI

THERE WILL BE NO LOVE INTERESTS ADDED ONCE THE STORY IS STARTED. ALSO, THERE IS NO SMUT. MAYBE I’ll WRITE SOMETHING ON THE SIDE, BUT IN CANNON THERE IS NONE.

PLAYLIST-MY SPOTIFY IS Spiralingforever, THE OFFICIAL PLAYlIST IS THERE!!

-ABRACADBRA BY LADY GAGA

“FEEL THE BEAT UNDER YOUR FEET, THE FLOORS ON FIRE!”

-EYELESS BY SLIPKNOT

“LOOK ME IN MY BRAND NEW EYE!”

-AMNESIA BY KMFDM

“YOUR WINGS REST FRAGILE IN MY HANDS.”

-TEAR AWAY BY DROWNING POOL

“I DON’T CARE ABOUT ANYONE ELSE BUT ME.”

-SEEING RED BY ARCHITECTS

“I’M NOT AS BULLETPROOF AS YOU ALL PAINT ME TO BE.”

-EAT BY POPPY

“LET MY BODY EAT ITSELF AND FINALLY GET ITS WAY.”

-I DON’T WANNA BE ME BY TYPE O NEGATIVE

“COULD IT BE WORSE? QUITE DOUBTFUL.”

-BREATHE BY YEAT

“HOLD YOUR BREATH TIL YOU PASS OUT, I HOPE TO GOD YOU CRASH OUT.”

-ALL RED BY PLAYBOY CARTI

“ALL RED, SOMEBODY DIED, ALL RED, I POUR UP THEN DRIVE.”

-ILUV BY YEAT

“I LOVE WHEN YOU RAGE WITH ME.”

-DIEASE BY LADY GAGA

“IF YOU WERE A SINNER, I COULD MAKE YOU BELIEVE.”

-MY BLOOD, MY SOUL BY JAK3

“YOU GOTTA WORK LIKE A SLAVE TO LIVE LIKE A KING BY THE MONEY YOU BRING, PROBLEM SOLVED.”

-GOOD GOD BY KORN

“WON’T YOU GET THE FUCK OUT MY FACE NOW?”

-I AM HATED BY SLIPKNOT

“NOBODY GIVES A FUCK, IT DOESN’T CHANGE THE FACT THAT YOU SUCK!”

-ROTTING IN VAIN BY KORN

“YOUR TEARS WOULD AROUSE ME, REFRESHING MY SUPPLY.”

-ONE (REMASTERED) BY METALLICA

“I CAN’T REMEMBER ANYTHING, CAN’T TELL IF THIS IS TRUE OR A DREAM.”

-COMING DOWN BY THE WEEKEND

“FORGET WHAT YOU MEAN TO ME, HOPE YOU KNOW WHAT YOU MEAN TO ME.”

-SEEK & DESTROY (REMASTERED) BY METALLICA

“DYING ONE THOUSAND DEATHS.”

-COUNTERFEIT BY LIMP BIZKIT

“WELL, I’M SICK OF YOU, TOO!”

-FULL NELSON BY LIMP BIZKIT

“CAUSE THIS WORLD IS REALLY SMALL, CAN’T WE ALL GET ALONG?”

-SNAP (DEMO) BY SLIPKNOT

“ONE MORE TIME AND I’M GONNA SNAP.”

-EXCRUCIATING DEATH BY MACHINE GIRL

“MY BEST - CASE SCENARIO, ELEANOR, IS HAIR EVERYWHERE BUT MY EYEBALLS, ELONGATION OF MY SPINE, THE TASTE OF FECES, NOT JUST MY OWN. AND THEN, EXCRUCIATING DEATH.”

OC INFORMATION FOR STORY:

NAME: AMAI MINORI

AGE: 18-20 (THROUGHOUT THE STORY)

NATIONALITY AND RACE: AMAI WAS RAISED IN KYOTO, AND WAS THE KIN TO A SHRINE MAIDEN. SHE IS FULLY JAPANESE.

FAMILY: NO CURRENT INFORMATION.

VOICE CLAIM: MAFUYU FROM FUJI JUDGEMENT.

CURSED ENERGY / POWER BREAKDOWN:

-‘THE EYE OF MIDNIGHT’-CURSE TECHINQUE:

-THIS CURSED TECHINQUE ALLOWS THE USER THE ENHANCED ABILITY TO SPOT CURSES. THEY ALSO MAY EXPERINCE BETTER EYE SIGHT, AND SELF-PROTECTION ABILITES. HOWEVER, IT CAN CAUSE THE USER TO ACCIDENTALLY GROW EXTRA PAIRS OF EYES IN STRANGE PLACES FOR A SHORT PERIOD OF TIME. AND THE USER MIGHT EXPERINCE WORSE EYESIGHT IN THE LIGHT OR IN GENERAL DUE TO SENSTIVITY.

-‘MEDICINE FOR THE WEAK’-CURSE TECHINQUE:

-THIS CURSED TECHINQUE ALLOWS THE USER TO USE THE REVERSED CURSE TECHINQUE. IT IS HEALING. THIS SKILL IS ONE OF THE HARDEST JUJUTSU TECHINQUE’S.

-‘A THOUSAND SCREAMS.’ - CURSE TECHINQUE:

-THIS CURSED TECHINQUE ALLOWS THE USER TO EFFECT THE PERSONS HEARING AND VISION. AN EXTREMELY LOUD NOISE / NOISES ARE HEARD AND ARE USUALLY SCREAMS OR LOUD SIRENS OR BEEPING. THE LOUD NOISE, WHICH IS NOISE MAINUPLATION DUE TO A LOT OF CURSED ENERGY SUDDENLY BEING RELEASED, CAN CAUSE THE VICTIM TO HALLUICANATE.

HOWEVER, THE CURSED TECHINQUE ALSO AFFECT’S THE USER, MAKING THEM HALLUICANATE IF THEY ARE UNFOCUSED. THIS TECHINQUE SHOULD ALSO NOT BE USED AROUND NORMAL CIVILANS, AS IT CAN EASILY CAUSE EAR DRUM RAPTURES AND MAJOR CASULATIES. IT ALSO WEAKENS THE USER, SINCE IT TAKES A SUDDEN STRONG BURST OF CURSED ENERGY.

-‘TEAR AT EVENTIDE’-DOMAIN EXPANSION & CURSED TECHINQUE / TECHINQUE’S.

‘DOMAIN EXPANSION-TEAR AT EVENTIDE.’ IS THE USERS ULTIMATE CURSED TECHINQUE. THE USER PRESSES THEIR HANDS TOGETHER, AND INTERLACES THEM, LIKE IN A PRAYER MOTION, BEFORE A SUDDEN TEAR IS FORMED. ONCE THE USER HAS DECIDED TO EXPAND THEIR DOMAIN, A BLACK AND GREY FOG WILL INVELOP, BEFORE THOUSANDS OF GREY, AND EERIE HANDS REACH OUT TO GRAB THE VICTIM.

ONCE THE VICTIM IS TRAPPED INSIDE THE USER’S DOMAIN, IT IS ALMOST IMPOSSIBLE TO SURVIVE. HANDS WILL GRAB, AND PUSH THE VICTIM DOWN INTO A NEVER ENDING VOID. IT IS A MASSIVE AMOUNT OF PRESSURE, AND OFTEN SUFFOCATION IS LIKELY.

THE PRESSURE OFTEN BECOMES SO MUCH JUST FROM THE HANDS AND DOMAIN EXPANSION, THAT THE VICTIM WILL SOMETIMES EXPLODE IF THEY ARE WEAKER. HOWEVER, IF THE VICTIM MANAGES TO GET OFF THE HANDS, THEY CAN EASILY DIE BY THE USER’S CURSED WEAPON, A SWORD.

THE IMMENSE CURSED ENERGY SUCKS OUT ENERGY FROM THE CURSE OR VICTIM IT’SELF WHILE BEING IN THE DOMAIN. AFTER A MOMENT, IF THE VICTIM DOES NOT DIE BECAUSE OF THE PRESSURE AND MANAGES TO ESCAPE, THE USER AFTER WATCHING THIS STRUGGLE CAN USE THEIR KATANA OR SWORD WHICH ABSORBED BOTH THE VICTIM’S AND USERS CURSED ENERGY. THIS MAKES THE ATTACKS CAUSED BY THE SWORD EXTREMELY QUICK AND PAINFUL. IT IS NEARLY IMPOSSIBLE TO ESCAPE.

DO. NOT. GET. TRAPPED. YOU. WILL. DIE. HERE.

“HA, IDOITS. ALL OF THEM.”

started feb 28, 2025.

finished: march 12th, 2025.

[tateypots]

To Keep You Safe Part 4

18+ MDNI

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

Word count: ~3.9k

Summary: The team is briefed on the plan and the journey begins.

A/N: I think I finally worked out the issue with this chapter, the pacing was all wrong so I’ve pushed out the action to the next chapter instead. This chapter is a bit more background and setting the scene and a little bit extra of the spicy stuff as an apology for it taking so long to get out!

Warnings: smut, oral (m and f receiving), dry humping, dirty talk, praise kink, daddy kink, unprotected piv, creampie, discussions of cannon typical violence, kidnap, misogyny

Part 3 | Series Masterlist

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Every head in the room turned to look at you as you crashed through the door of the hall the next morning, Joel hot on your heels, both your chests heaving from the exertion of running there.

“Nice of you to join us,” Maria said arching an eyebrow at you.

“Sorry, lost track of time,” you offered, the excuse weak in your ears as you heard Joel muttering behind you, “barely even 10 minutes late.”

He’d kept his promise and let you suck his dick in the shower this morning and you’d rejoiced at the familiar heft of him in your mouth. Enjoyed the taste of his pleasure as he leaked over your tongue while you bobbed your head up and down his shaft. Praise dripped from his lips, “such a good fuckin’ girl for me,” “take me so well baby,” “look so fuckin’ good with my cock down your throat,” and every word was like music to your ears. You revelled in every grunt and groan you managed to wring from him until he spilled in your hot mouth. You swallowed every drop down with a moan of your own.

The problem was he hadn’t let you leave the shower until he’d repaid the favour, eating you until you screamed for him, kissing his way back up your body when he was done and holding you close to his chest for a few moments, none of which you had factored into your morning timeline.

Joel grabbed your hand and pulled you to the front as Maria returned to addressing the group.

“So as I was saying, they’re holed up in a little place about 5 hours drive away. From the information we have there’s about 23 of them and they took about 11 girls back there. Now from what we’ve been told they’re occupying the main street of the town and have regular guard patrols around the perimeter. Most of the buildings that line the street are single story, what was mainly shops and restaurants. There’s a 2 story building at each end, the one at the North end was a hotel and is where the leader of the group is residing, along with a few others and likely where the girls are being kept. The others sleep in a few of the empty units along the road. The 2 story at the other end was apparently too run down to inhabit so is largely left empty.”

As Maria talked you scanned the group, realising a difference in who Tommy had told you he’d asked from the patrol group. Jesse, Steve, Mike, Hank and Jamie all present and correct however the presence of your ex-boyfriend Glenn in place of Harvey left a sour taste in your mouth. Your split had been unpleasant and came swiftly after your arrival in Jackson when it became clear that his ego couldn’t handle you out performing him during patrol trials. He hadn’t seemed to mind when you had been travelling just the two of you and all the skills your marine father had drilled into for years had been needed to get you both out of sticky situations. He’d seen you take down foes with guns, knives, even your bare hands without it ever being an issue between you. But in Jackson, in the presence of other men he couldn’t bear to be outdone by a woman. He said it made him look weak, that he couldn’t be with someone who didn’t need him. He tried hard, and almost succeeded, in convincing you that all men would feel the same and no one would ever want you again. Joel had blown that notion right out of the water and Glenn was still bitter about it. You knew he was capable, knew that Tommy wouldn’t have let him anywhere near this if he wasn’t, but you’d still rather it was anyone else. You hoped Harvey was ok, that whatever had prompted the switch wasn’t serious.

“We need to draw them out of the buildings, we don’t want to risk them hurting the girls when they realise they’re under attack. We need them out and busy before we begin the assault, that gives us the best chance to get inside and get the girls out,” Maria explained to the group.

“So how do we get them out?” Jesse asked.

“Easy. We’re going to start a fire.”

“A fire?”

“Well we thought about what would bring all the residents of Jackson out to help and a fire was the only thing we could think of that would give us the level of distraction we need,” you explained.

“Right, they’re not going to want that to spread through the town so they’ll work quick to get it out. Ideally we’d like to get to the girls before the shooting starts, something tells me these fuckers wouldn’t hesitate to use them as human shields,” Maria grimaced at the thought.

As Maria started explaining the plan to the group in more detail, you heard Joel whispering to Tommy behind you, too low to make out what they were saying. You flashed him a look over your shoulder, arching your eyebrow and swatting his thick thigh in admonishment, nodding your head to Maria, a clear indication of where his focus should be. Tommy smirked at his brother being told off, Joel just rolled his eyes but fell silent nonetheless, sneaking an arm around your waist and pressing a kiss to your temple in apology. You tried to school your face into nonchalance but you felt a grin pulling at your lips. Anytime Joel was affectionate with you in public it left you lightheaded. You were his and he didn’t care who knew. You’d never had someone be so unashamed in their love for you. You linked your fingers through his at your waist, stroking your thumb along his, letting him know his apology was accepted.

“Ok, Ellie, Maria and Libby, you’re on for finding the girls and getting them out,” Tommy explained. “You’ll be accompanied by Jesse, Andy and Phil who’ll go in with you to help secure the building. The rest will be split into groups of three stationed at various points along the main street, Laura, Eddie and Jamie; Hank, Steve and Mike; Ruth you’ll be acting as lookout for the snipers so that leaves Paul and Glenn with Joel.”

Now the whispering made sense. Harvey had originally been slated as your lookout and there’s no way Joel would trust Glenn in that position. He’d been far too bent out of shape when Tommy had originally picked you for sniper training after your patrol trial, it had been the final straw, triggering the fight that ultimately lead to your breakup. You knew Joel wouldn’t risk Glenn’s immature grudge leading to you and Tommy being put in danger.

“Right, lets get this show on the road, everyone to the armoury and then we can head out,” Maria announced, clapping her hands and then starting to usher people out the door. Joel, still behind you with an arm wrapped around your waist moved to take a step towards the door but you resisted, pushing back into his chest and squeezing his fingers slightly. He stilled, following your lead. Once the last few people shuffled out and the door banged shut you swivelled in his arm and reached a hand to either side of his face pulling his lips down to yours, mouth open, immediately searching for his tongue. He was quick to reciprocate, not knowing what he’d done to illicit this reaction but eternally grateful to have you in his arms. His tongue tangled with yours in a passionate dance as his free arm snaked around you, coming up over your upper back and holding your shoulder, his thumb gently stroking the skin of your neck. When you eventually pulled away you whispered against his lips, “sorry for telling you off. Thank you for always taking care of me.”

“Baby, taking care of you is my favourite thing to do.”

“I’m not too happy about you having Glenn in your group either though. Maybe he should go in one of the other groups.”

“Baby, I can handle him.”

You arched your eyebrow at him, and he quickly added, “I ain’t saying you couldn’t baby, you know that. But all your focus needs to be on the assault, hard to do that if you’re constantly looking over your shoulder. You need to know you can trust the person at your back. I need to know it too or I won’t settle. ‘Sides, it’ll be harder for him to shoot me by ‘accident’ if he’s right next to me rather than across the road aiming my general direction.”

You knew he was joking, trying to ease your fears a little but all it did was plant the picture of him being shot at in your head and your heart lurched at the thought of it.

He knew immediately that his joke hadn’t landed, your face falling in anguish. He pulled you into his chest, wrapping you in his big arms and kissing your head. “I’ll be careful baby I promise. And I’ll have you, my angel watching over me from above, keepin’ me safe hmm?”

You gave a small nod against his chest before pulling back to give him a quick kiss, “I love you Joel. So much.”

“I love you too darlin’. To the moon and back.”

You took a moment to squeeze him tighter, breathe in his scent, give him one last little kiss before you broke away, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the door, “come on, better not piss Maria off again before we even set off.”

“Agreed, she scares me that one.”

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Outside the armoury Tommy pulled you to the side. “I’m sorry about Glenn honey, Harvey woke up this mornin’ with that flu that’s goin’ round. He still wanted to come but the poor fucker looked about ready to keel over. Had to send him home.”

“It’s ok Tommy. We needed a replacement, I get it. And Glenn is capable, just a shame he’s also an asshole.”

Tommy chuckled at that, offering no argument and gave your arm a quick squeeze before going in to fetch your rifles.

Loaded up on weapons you all bundled into the trucks. It was a tight fit, 4 people squeezed into each cab and 5 squished together on the bed, braving the elements. There’d be a rotation at the first stop point but either way it wasn’t going to be a comfortable journey. The plan was to use an old farmhouse about an hours walk from the town as a base. You would hike the rest of the way there so as not to alert them with the noise of the trucks. Surprise was going to be your biggest weapon in this fight.

You did get to be scrunched up next to Joel the whole drive so you didn’t mind the cramped conditions too much, his big arm wrapped around you, holding you tight to him and making the most of having you close before facing the dangers ahead.

Once you arrived at the farmhouse everyone spilled out of the trucks, stretching and groaning as they worked their tired, cramped muscles. After a thorough check of the property and a hasty meal people split off into various rooms to settle down for a few hours sleep. You’d wait for evening to set off towards the town, the assault to take place under cover of darkness.

When Joel hung back from heading up the stairs you did too. When he took your hand and led you out of the old house you followed without a word. When he opened the door to the barn you scurried inside, your body already humming with desire.

He was on you the second the door closed, one strong arm wrapping around your waist, the other seizing your jaw to tilt your head back for him as he claimed your mouth, frantic and needy. You clung to him, just as desperate, one hand clutching at his huge bicep, the other tangling with the curls at the nape of his neck.

His hands slid down your back to grab you by the thighs and hoist you up. You wrapped your legs tight around his waist and arms around his neck as he spun you and pinned you to the wall. He peppered kisses over your jaw and nipped at your ear lobe before whispering, “I need you sweet girl, need to feel you before we go, can I?”

“Yes Daddy,” you stammered out, a moan quickly escaping you as he rolled his hips against yours, your heated core entirely open to him in your current position, not even both of your jeans enough to dampen the effect of his hard cock against your seam.

“Need you to be quiet baby, do you think you can do that for me?” he asked, his hips rolling against you in a steady rhythm now, your arousal seeping out of you and drenching your panties. He was pushing you so close to the edge you wanted to scream his name, but instead you bit your lower lip swallowing down your moans until only strained whimpers could escape.

“That’s my good girl,” he told you as he admired you. A smirk lit up his face, bringing out the dimple on his cheek that you loved so much, a glint in his eyes, smug and cocky but also proud and adoring. “Give me one just like this pretty girl, let me have it and then I’m going to fuck that gorgeous little pussy.”

Your head fell back against the wall with a thud and a whispered “fuck!” You had no idea how he managed to wreck you so completely, so quickly, every time. You had never been able to resist him, your body always danced to his tune. So with just a few more rolls of his hips you feel your orgasm begin to break loose, and he knew. Of course he knew, crashing his mouth against yours to swallow the moans he knew you wouldn’t be able to contain. It zips through you, an electric thrill followed by a wave of heat, the euphoria spinning in your brain.

You cling to him and he pushes you tighter into the wall, knowing you don’t currently have the strength to hold yourself up. As always, anticipating your needs and doing all he can to support you. Quite literally in this case. His hand comes up to cradle your cheek, his thumb rubbing soothingly at your cheek as he plants a kiss to the corner of your mouth that sends a tingle up your jaw.

“Did so well for me baby, always do so well.”

He eases your legs onto the ground, a little shaky but they hold beneath you as he kisses you again with a gentleness that has you melting into him. He pulls away with a gentle suck of your lower lip, “you want to keep goin’ baby or are you ready to go for a rest?”

“No, I want you Joel, I need you, please!” you plead and a chuckle rumbles from deep in his chest.

“Don’ need to beg baby, you know I’ll give you anythin’ you ask for,” his hands already undoing the button of your jeans and lowering the zipper. He spins you in his arms before he pushes them below your knees along with your panties, still holding your waist as he frees his cock from its denim prison.

With his knee he nudges your legs as far apart as they will go with your jeans tangled around your calves. He pulls your hips back ever so slightly and notches himself at your hot, leaky hole, gently easing the fat head of his cock inside you.

“Fuck, that’s it baby. So fuckin’ tight for me,” he groans in your ear. Your chest is already heaving at the stretch and he’s barely even inside of you.

“Need to be quick baby so this is gona be hard and fast, tap twice on the wall if you need me to stop,” he tells you as one of his hands grabs your hip and the other clamps tight over your mouth and he spears you with his fat length. Your wail is swallowed by his hand as he rails you just like he warned.

You brace one arm against the wall to prevent yourself crashing into it with the force of his hips battering into your ass. It’s transcendent, the way it feels to have him inside you. The way everything drops away, all the fear and worry and stress until there is only him. The way your body tingles and sings for him, every atom of you alive and vibrating as he claims you.

You feel that familiar tightening within you, the pressure mounting at an alarming rate. He’s brought you to the edge with absolutely no resistance, his perfect cock pounding into you at break neck speed, your pussy leaking around him and making a mess on his balls. The rhythmic slapping of your bodies connecting easily drowns out your muted moans and his barely contained grunts. You’ve never felt more alive, more his. So when you hear a whispered, “come for me baby,” you launch yourself off that cliff with no hesitation, diving head first into the ocean of pleasure you know awaits you.

He fucks you hard through your high, prolonging the ecstasy, holding out for as long as he can, just to feel you for that little bit longer. As you come back to senses you feel his rhythm faltering, you drag his hand away from your mouth to whimper, “come inside me Daddy.”

He almost empties himself right then and there but he wrestles his desire back into submission. He needs to know you meant it before he does something he can’t take back.

“You sure baby, you want Daddy to fill you up?”

You nod, “yes, please.”

“Say it again baby, tell me you want it and I’ll give it to you.”

“Daddy, come inside me please,” you beg, “need to have part of you with me.”

“Fuck, good girl, take it then, take Daddy’s cum and keep him with you,” he growls in your ear as he buries himself deep and spurts ropes of his hot seed over your walls. Feeling the heat of his spend spreading inside you, knowing he is the only man to have emptied himself inside your most scared space drags another orgasm from you, your pussy milking his cock of the final few ropes of his cum.

You slump against the wall, breathless, dazed and still connected. His arms wrap around you tighter and you turn your head to lock your lips with his.

Your body feels too small to contain all the love you have for him. You feel ready to burst at the seams with it. And you still feel that it’s not enough. Nowhere near what he deserves even though you know no one could ever love him more. And it’s in the soft moments like this, when the raw hunger you have for each other is momentarily sated that you feel it most clearly. It would be so easy to be overwhelmed by it, but with him here, wrapped around you, all you feel is safe, happy, home.

“You took it so good for me baby, are you ok?”

“Better than ok Joel.”

“I didn’t hurt you did I?”

He looks so worried you have to bite your lip to stifle a giggle. “No baby you didn’t hurt me. You made me feel so fucking good,” you reassured him, giving him another soft little kiss. His relief is palpable and this time you do giggle. He playfully swats your bare thigh as he pulls out of you with a soft groan. His knees hit the ground as he grasps your ass cheeks in his huge hands, spreading you open so he can watch his pearly spend start to leak out of your well fucked pussy. He groans at the sight of it.

You look over your shoulder at him, finding him mesmerised. Your pussy pulses at the sight and you feel more of his spend leak out of you. He reaches up and gently pushes it back inside you with his fingers.

“You’re the only one Joel,” you murmur.

His eyes snap up to yours for a moment before dropping back to one of the most beautiful sights he’s ever seen. The evidence of the trust you have in him. The evidence of his claim on you and yours on him. He hadn’t given his cum in this way to anyone in decades. Careful even before the outbreak after becoming a dad so young. But he’d never refuse you anything. And for you to let him be the first to mark you this way, his heart swells with love and pride. He falls forward and presses a soft kiss to your pussy then a gentle nip to your ass with his teeth that draws a delightful little yelp from you. You try to glare at him but he’s smirking as he stands and pulls your panties and jeans back into place and you crack, rolling your eyes at him as you turn and give him a quick kiss. His forehead rests on yours as he pulls up your zipper and does up the button while you carefully tuck his cock away and return the favour for him.

You fist your hands in his flannel as you look up him. “Joel. Promise me this wasn’t goodbye,” you choke out.

His hands cup your face, gentle but unyielding. “This wasn’t goodbye baby. This was a promise. A promise that I love you. That I’ll be yours for as long as you’ll have me. That there’s not a thing I won’t do to get back to you.”

“I love you too. And I want you forever Joel. So God help anyone who tries to take you from me.”

“There’s my ferocious girl,” he whispers pulling you into his chest. “We’ll get through this baby. It’s a good plan. But when those curve balls start comin’ we just got to keep our heads and trust our instincts ok?”

You take a deep breath and nod, “ok.”

“Good girl, lets go and get some rest then,” he says as he pulls you out of the barn and back towards the house, his cum a warming comfort within you.

[thesealantern]

Random TPC head cannons once again!!

▲ Dub has written songs for Barracuda, he still plays them on his guitar sometimes

▲ Iris and Circusic loved to shit-talk and gossip about people at the palace when they were younger, like 50% of it was about Iris’ father

▲ Every time someone makes a big deal about Pyrare being a monster Gold gets offended on his behalf, Pyrare has tried to explain to him that he really doesn’t mind and that it’s understandable but Gold still does it anyway. He had one sided beef with Cube for a while

▲Cube once punched a hole into Lythorus’ wall on accident, he’s apologised for it like 100 times now and Lythorus really doesn’t mind but still likes to bring it up because he finds it funny

▲Pyrare had actually been married before. He and Barracuda’s mother got married because of their families putting pressure onto them and whatnot, by the time they had Barracuda they both knew they weren’t in love (romantically) so they ended up splitting so they could both do their own thing. They ended the relationship on really good terms however so they still send each other letters and occasionally visit the other

▲Barracuda never saw Pyrare’s ex-wife as his mom, more like a cool aunt

▲After Barracuda’s death Pyrare closed himself off from pretty much all of his old friends, that’s why Ajacenus was so surprised to see him

▲Ajacenus and Pyrare were pretty close at one point, she was originally a friend of his ex-wife but they ended up becoming very good friends as well. Pyrare often wrote her letters

▲Pyrare really doesn’t like using his powers. Even Pentellow and Iris have only seen him use his powers once. It happened after he finally got tired of Pentellow constantly asking and nagging him about it, and dear god did that take an obnoxious amount of time

[engrambug]

And she had no fear

There are many reasons why I love (Don't Fear) The Reaper, and none of them have to do with being a legend. Chasing glory will never get you far.

Friends get you far. Love does.

Most of those reasons have to do with how I roleplay my V and what makes more sense for her to choose at the end of it all. She knows that Panam would ride to hell and back with her, same as Rogue would for Johnny, but she'd rather not let anybody else die in her wake. A further reason (a bigger one) is that V doesn't want to surrender her body to Johnny for what could be her final hours. After all they've been through, however, she doesn't want to spend them without him either. They've been through hell and high water together. She had taken his hand, she had become like they are.

CDPR gave us many opportunities to bond with Johnny throughout the game, be it through casual (or not-so-casual) dialogue or by giving him closure with some of his friends and ex-lovers. None of that is enough to unlock this ending, though, and in my opinion that's one small, brilliant detail (among many) in how Johnny was written.

You see, this man had his own way with people for a long, long time. And when they realized what brand of asshole he was, they turned their back on him--which, hey, fair. Now there's this merc he screws over just as he did everybody else who cared about him, and she rightly gives him shit for it. V knows him better than anybody else at this point (Johnny is a literal witness to that knowledge), and yet, she finds it in her to give him another chance. The last one, sure. But nobody had done that before, knowing what she knows.

It's no wonder that the ending in which he trusts V enough to storm Arasaka tower with him, on their lonesome, is only possible when V shows Johnny she trusts him enough not to blow his last chance at friendship.

So yeah, there are a lot of reasons why I absolutely love this ending, and most of them are sappy. Sorry, this was meant to be a funny one. Let's get on with it: Did you know that the Arasaka guards at the HQ will get more scared the longer you fight hordes and hordes of them without going down? I've compiled most, if not all, of them.

They're fairly confident in the lobby. A random merc just strolled in like it was a supermarket, no biggy. Shit starts to get real when the random merc manages to make her way down to netrun operations control.

The sheer panic in their voice is conveyed even through text. Yelling about needing backup, covering fire--wondering how the fuck she's still standing against a building full of Arasaka soldiers. They're not just scared, they're bewildered.

By the time V reaches the tower's mainframe, they know they're not getting out of there alive. Some kind of demon has been unleashed in Arasaka HQ, and they're cannon fodder.

I have to give it to CDPR: They wrote one hell of an end for V's story--both the meaningful trigger and the mission itself, full of little details that make it feel viscerally real. The relic eating away at what's left of V's body while she's still in it; Johnny's help and support, for the first time letting go of the snarky façade; tasting the fear of your enemies in their voice as you perform a feat never seen before. There's no going back if you flatline--it's an all in. You, and the tech that was designed to replace you, fighting side by side against impossible odds.

We all know there are no happy endings in Night City, and Cyberpunk 2077 is a tragedy in three acts. But I would be lying if I said that there is no happiness at all in some of the choices we make, the causes we fight for, or the ways in which we say goodbye.

All in all, I'd say this is a pretty good one.

[meltedbrains]

I want to change invincible S3.

Specifically the finale and what Atom Eve does in it. This is less of a fix-it-fic and more of an alternate storyboard pitch.

I like Sam arriving late to the party against Conquest, gives time for Mark to get the snot beaten out if him, Oliver to almost die and a bunch of bystanders to actually die. Not sure I like how it happened.

Sam is incredibly powerful (although the show is never sure what to do with this), she is also as frail as a regular human, a glass cannon. Viltrumites should be too quick and durable for her to easily handle, so far so good, the show and I are on the same page. But she should be able to handle them. Sam should beat whichever alternate Mark she's up against, but only just, maybe she beats him with a broken leg, maybe the next one breaks it, whatever.

However it happens, Sam is out of action when Conquest arrives. During this fight we should see more variety in her powers, the solid air bit was great. As in the show she smacks him around with various pink shapes but as she attempts to crush him into the ground it turns to water and then metal trapping him. Conquest shatters the ground and she armours up.

As cool as the visual was of Mark and Conquest shattering each other's hands that should be Sam's move. She can't alter living organisms (apparently food is fair game) but she can definitely turn his hand into something else to attack him with or just to avoid his attack. Mark will have to break his wrist some other way, maybe on a jaw.

After a barrage of attacks Sam is able to create a spear that she launches through his abdomen, this is the first big damage he's taken. Now that he's down one hand and bleeding profusely Sam lets up her attack and this is when Conquest beats her, same as before, one punch to the jaw and a hand stab through the abdomen only now it mirrors what she did to him.

Sam's death still gives Mark his rage power up only it's not quite enough. Exhausted, both men fall to the ground, only Conquest gets up first, Mark is too tired to get out of the way in time but before Conquest can deal the finishing blow Sam does her magical girl star beam thing.

With the skin burned off his torso and half his head taken down to the bone (edit: I changed my mind, we deserve to see his brain) it looks like the fight is over, but it isn't. As Conquest staggers over to Sam, Mark manages to get up and, in response to Conquest's renewed threats on Sam's life, delivers a flurry of right handed punches that eventually leads to Mark's mangled hand bursting through his chest. The fight is over Mark and Sam won. Also they're both wearing clothes now, that was just weird.

Other things I would change about Sam:

Sam should talk about her classes more, pepper the conversation with fun facts about architecture; give a better eulogy for Rex, I like her being too tearful to get through it but it felt really out of character to make a eulogy for a dead friend all about eve, Rex could have been her first superhero friend, she thought they would fight crime and save the day until they were old, that sort of thing, not 'he was my ex, he kinda sucked'; Mark should ask her about her life more and we should see more of it too, maybe a slightly awkward dinner with her parents, maybe she tries to make a cake for her mum's birthday without her powers and fucks it up before buying one from the store; and lastly when explaining her mental block to Mark she should not frame it as something she meant to tell him but unintentionally hid, it should just be part of her life that she doesn't understand but wants to.

Let me know what you think

[bird-inacage]

Only Friends: Sand's First Display of 'Messy' Behaviour

I'll preface this by saying I adore this man, and he's probably been the least problematic individual out of the Self-Proclaimed Friendship Circus. However, what left me with a chill was how Sand behaved when he revealed the affair to Ray.

Since we've been introduced to Sand, I think many of us have been pretty relieved by his largely green flag behaviour (in the midst of a very low bar being set in this group). This has often had me wondering what Sand's wider arc is going to be. The writers are not going to keep his storyline on one setting the whole way through. Therefore it's natural to anticipate we will be given another side to Sand - perhaps a less sympathetic or irrational part of his character. And maybe this was our first inkling into Sand's imperfections. He's also prone to vengeance and acting with an ulterior motive in mind.

Why it left me feeling so uncomfortable is because we haven't seen Sand in this light before. His score card has been pretty blemish-free.

Fuelled by a Vendetta

Nick shared this knowledge with Sand a while ago. However what triggered Sand to do something about it now was his confrontation with Top. We don't yet know what the circumstances were behind Top stealing Sand's ex from him, and how that played out. But it's evidently a sore grudge that Sand still very much holds against him.

Seeing Top again reminded Sand of the information he has at his disposal which could be used to teach Top a lesson. Sand is a very righteous person, and he doesn't think it's fair that someone should ruin his previous relationship, and now get what he wants with Mew as well. He wants Top to be punished. 'You're going to get what's coming to you, just wait'. It's possible that Sand didn't have the resources or means to get back at Top back then. But now he sees an opportunity to do so.

Combined with the fact that Sand has recently discovered that Ray loves Mew, this provides him with the perfect excuse for passing this information on. One, because as an outsider of their group, this can't come directly from him. Two, he knows based on Ray's temperament and his feelings for Mew, he'll be guaranteed to act.

Motivated by Selflessness or Selfishness?

I was originally going to post a deep dive on the scene between Ray and Sand at the bar, but I found myself constantly yo-yoing and ultimately undecided as to whether Sand's intentions were good or bad.

On the one hand, he's sharing this because he knows Ray will reveal the affair and Top will suffer the consequences. Thus, satisfying an act of indirect revenge.

On the other hand, he could also be doing this (as he so claims) due to his sense of righteousness. He just can't bear bad people getting away with bad things. And perhaps he does genuinely see Mew as a innocent victim here, and wants him to expose Top for who he is.

What also had me conflicted is that 'breaking' up Mew and Top doesn't play to Sand's interests. If Sand is romantically invested in Ray, and Mew becomes single again, this would allow Ray to continue pursuing Mew, which means Sand loses out. This is plausible if you're fuelled by unconditional love and a desire to see the person you love be happy. But I'm not entirely convinced that is the case here either.

You can also argue that Sand is 'using' Ray in this instance to achieve his objective, which is very questionable. He knows what a loose cannon Ray can be. Either he didn't think too much about the possible repercussions of how Ray would react, or he didn't care as long as Top got what he deserved. I don't think by any means Sand wishes to cause Ray any harm, but something really primal seemed to drive Sand to do this regardless of how Ray may be affected as the messenger.

So I don't know if I've decided yet. It could be a mix of all the above. This did seem to veer more on petty vengeance under the guise of righteousness. Mainly due to how Sand looks at Ray in that entire scene, which felt slightly manipulative and cold compared to how he usually has been with Ray. Especially when he says, "Mew is lucky though to have you by his side." It's almost with pinpoint precision that Sand triggers an image in Ray, to be the saviour swooping in to protect Mew.

All in all, I found Sand's behaviour this episode to be highly intriguing and unexpected. I saw a clip of First talking at an event recently, where he says something along the lines of 'when you see Sand do this, please forgive him', which implies there will be some further questionable or inexplicable behaviour later on potentially. Hmn.

[andi-dromeda]

This is art for my New All Caste au. Basically, Jason wants to rebuild the all caste in order to keep the culture alive and also to have more people who can fight the untitled. Since Essence is busy sharing a body with Isabel, Jason decides he’ll do it on his own. He was the only human to be able to learn how to wield the all blades and the all blades are connected to his soul so he uses some random magic item to find people with souls like his. The two people he finds first are Tara and Grant. So now he has to redeem them according to all caste standards so murder is fine but other than that Jason’s got his work cut out for him.

In this au, they did all die at some point but stayed dead long enough for all of them to have ended up roughly the same age. Originally when Jason was 13, Tara was 15 and Grant was 20 but now they’re all roughly twenty. I keep saying ‘roughly’ because Jason was in a coma and unresponsive for a bit so if you ignored that year then he’d probably be more like nineteen.

Also, since I don’t think I’d be able to handle the whole cannon Tara and Slade situation with the gravity it requires and since I just prefer them to have a slightly messed up mentor mentor dynamic, Slade never groomed Tara. Or at least not that kind of grooming. He still probably wasn’t the best to her but nothing romantic or sexual ever happened. He treated her and saw her just like the rest of his kids so whilst she’d still have issues because of him, it won’t be those kind of issues.

Once Grant came back to life he decided not to reconnect with his family because whilst he did miss Joey, this was his chance to have a life completely separate from his parents and he wasn’t going to pass that up. Mostly he just hung out with his old pall Jade and did jobs with her until Jason showed up.

Jason met Tara first and when he gave her his sales pitch she was living with Slade, Tanya, Rose and Poppy. She’d just gotten into a fight with Slade and took up Jason’s offer because he promised health insurance, dental, free food, living in the Chamber of All where no one but Jason and S’ara could get to, and getting magic swords by the end of it which she could brag about to Rose sounded like a pretty good deal. However, after her many bad experiences she isn’t exactly the most trusting person so gave him a fake name - Rocky. (I know it’s silly but if she used Terra as an alias, Rocky isn’t completely out of the question.)

When he gave the pitch to Grant, Grant said he’d go if he got payed and after being Red Hood for a while Jason had gotten a lot of money he mostly just spent on reinvesting in Gotham but still had more than he knew what to do with. He figured rebuilding the all caste was a good enough goal to spend money on so agreed and Grant joined the team.

From there they take a while to get along with each other. They take even longer to figure out who everyone is. Grant never heard of Tara and Jason only heard bits and pieces from Dick when he’d visit but Dick never talked a lot about her because either she’d already betrayed them or was just a plain headache to deal with. Grant died before Jason became Robin so would only know him as the Red hood guy whose friends with Jade’s ex and Tara would have probably only heard about Jason through Rose. Granted she wasn’t paying that much attention. Whilst they all vaguely know the others are capes too, no one actually bothered to mention their identities so it takes Tara inviting them to a family dinner for them to all figure out who the others are.

Also random things:

Terra loves to wind Grant up because he reacts more than Jason. Jason and Grant are the first to start getting along and bond over their shared interests like swords, hating Dick Grayson and some niche metal band no one else has ever heard of. Whilst Jason teaches them to meditate, Tara likes to move rocks until someone else notices. One time she made the ground she was sitting on hover up to ten feet in the air until Grant noticed (if you ask him, he’ll say he realised she was gone because it was too peaceful).

@autisticrosewilson

[echantedtoon]

Unforseen Part 1

Your entire town was haunted, that's why barely anyone lived in the district and those whom did rarely left their homes unless it was absolutely necessary. You never believed in spirits until you started encountering them outside your home and one in particular kept following you around. 

(Homicipher au where the Ghost Apartment residents are spirits haunting a town and Y/n isn't a killer. Will include stuff not cannon to the game. Including none cannon guesses to some of the characters backstories.

Warnings for blood, death mentioned, and reader cutting her hand on a rock by accident.)

Have you ever heard of the phrase 'if its too good to be true then it probably isn't'?

That phrase exists because often when something does sound too good to be true it almost always is the case. However sometimes we had to learn that important life lesson the hard way, and you were one of those people who learnt first had you shouldn't take everything at face value while also never taking anything for granted. 

Even now as you attempted to ignore the figure peeping over the other side of your desk, dark hair cascading from a pale grey head without any eyes to be seen. The figure being only barely lit up by the light of your laptop as you attempted to do some online courses and not pay attention to the curious figure that blended into the shadows perfectly. 

Key word being tried because of the fact you couldn't ignore him when a hand curious reached out across the desk and snatched away your mouse quickly vanishing back into the darkness before your hand could stop him. Instead your hand smacked down onto the hardwood with a thud.

"Hey!" F/c orbs glared harshly into the darkness beyond the lit screen. "Give that back!"

"HEHEHEHE!!" A high pitched laughter was your only playful response from the blackness.

A sigh escaped your lips. It wasn't always like this. It had only started when you had moved to this quiet town in the middle of nowhere. You needed a place to stay after rent had gotten too high and your ex roommates decided to bail on you without a warning. So facing homelessness and struggling with money, you did what anyone in your shoes did. Look online for the cheapest place you could find. Your desperate search for any cheap apartments, anyone who was renting a room, ANYTHING! That's when you came across what seemed to be a miracle.

A small house in a town you never heard of just a few miles away from where you currently worked. It was a cheap house. For what you were renting the apartment for two years you could pay and completely own your own house fully. Something like that was like a god send, but you were HIGHLY SUSPICIOUS. This had to be a trick. A scam. There's no way that anyone would sell a house this cheap without it being a scam of some kind. There just HAD to be a catch. But you were very desperate, and you decided to contact the number listed for the real estate agent. What the heck? There was no harm in talking to the guy and checking out the place. At worst it'd just be another dead end. 

The man seemed very professional over the phone and answered all your questions politely just like the realtor that you rented your old apartment from. So really there wasn't any red flags then. You took that as a go ahead to set a date for a walkthrough of the house and see if you really wanted to go through with the purchase however... Something still didn't seem quite right. You looked up the realtor's name and found him to be a legit business man in that profession so it wasn't likely it was a scam but the off feeling didn't go away so you opted to bring along your dad on the day in question to go see the house.

"Gosh. The place sure is in the middle of nowhere isn't it?"

That was your dad's first comment about the area you were in. Following the location given to you leading you to a whole town in the middle of nowhere. Surrounded by thick woods and old roads. Perhaps that was the second red flag seeing an entire town so empty. So.. abandoned like this. It doesn't make much sense. Maybe this was a scam trying to sell old houses in the middle of nowhere. You felt better having brought along your father but still something felt off. Eventually you found the house, and the realtor man waiting for you on the porch in front of said house. Everything seemed normal. He greeted you both, shook your hands, and after a few icebreaker sentences asked if you'd like to look at the inside of the house.

From the outside it looked completely normal. Maybe a bit run down and old and the lawn needed some mowing, but nothing that screamed red flags. The guy was as normal, polite, and professional as he had been on the phone as he walked both yourself and your dad throughout the house and spoke about when it was built, how long the last owners had lived there, and the few repairs made to it. Both of you went through the usual testing the lights, and turning on the kitchen sink to check the running water. Everything seemed to be working. By the cheap price you were expecting to find a real fixer upper here. 

"Doesn't anyone else live in this town?," you eventually asked the man curiosity finally getting the better of you.

"Oh yes. Mostly older folks and their carers but there's two of three families too and some caretakers for the houses until they can be sold," he confirmed.

"Then why does it look like the entire town is empty."

It was finally then that the realtor looked worried about something. "Well a lot of people prefer to live closer to the nearest town with active businesses, but I will be honest. Most people pass over here because of the rumors surrounding the area."

"Rumors?"

"Yes. I'm afraid that many people seem to believe that the town and surrounding woods are haunted. I don't believe that of course but superstition can scare away a lot of people."

Ah. So that was the entire reason why the house was dirty cheap. No one in their right mind would want to buy a haunted house in the middle of no where miles from the nearest town with any stores. That'd be pretty inconvenient for a lot of people but desperation and fear of homelessness was a powerful factor in your decision to make the purchase, signing on the papers and moving everything you owned with your parents' help into your new house. And everything seemed to be perfectly fine the first few weeks. 

They mostly consisted of you cleaning out your house and fixing up the lawn to get things in order. Moving your furniture around for for own needs. Fixing up an Internet connection for online classes. Things such as that. It really wasn't very exciting but nothing bothered you.

But something still felt off about the silence.

It wasn't the peaceful nature silence that you would experience on nature hikes or drives through the country, it was more of the creepy silence you'd seen in way too many horror movies when all the animals went silent when the monster was getting closer and closer. Even though you saw nothing wrong with anything. The unusual silence was creepy as was the unusual emptiness of the town but you concluded it was still better than being homeless. For a roof over your head with working water and electricity, you'd put up with the silence for now. Besides you could always move again once you graduated college and saved up enough money to move again.

However you did encounter one of the locals at last. The only working store just outside of town, mostly used as a pitstop by others just driving through but sometimes you'd stop for snacks before making the hours long run to the next town over for groceries. He was an odd older man whom looked the same age as your grandfather. He eyed you from the window before you made your way inside and began digging in your pockets for your credit card to pay for gas. 

"Just gas?" He grunted out.

You nodded pulling out the card. "Yep. Just gas."

"Good. It's not a good idea to stay in this area after dark." He just watched you swipe your card. "Take my advice and don't stop until you reach the next town over."

"Oh. I'm not passing through, I live here," you clarified making him raise a brow, "I just moved in a few weeks ago."

He grunted. "Then they decided to not make themselves known to you yet. Or they haven't noticed that fresh prey came right in."

You looked at him blinking. "Excuse me?"

"The spirits of course!", he clarified with narrowed eyes, leaning forward to make you lean back. "They roam these parts you know."

"Uh .So I heard."

"You don't believe me." He scoffed rolling his eyes. "The non-believers are always the first ones to go first. The fact you hadn't seen them yet means you're either lucky or they're planning on doing something big for you."

"Uh..." You weren't sure what to say to that but leaned back when he leaned over the register beckoning you to come forward.

"Let me give you some advice for how to survive around here. There's certain rules to follow if you want to avoid trouble. Firstly, never go out after dark. That's when they're most active but they can still come out during the day as well so keep your eyes open at all times too. However if you must go out at night then make it brief and always keep at least one light on. They absolutely love the dark."

You took a step back to avoid the way he was almost in your face however that didn't stop him from holding up his hand with two fingers.

"Don't look them directly in the eyes and ignore them all times if you absolutely can. If you initiate contact then they'll take that as an invitation to continue contact." A third finger. "There's a lot of them around here but most of them are harmless and just long lost spirits still roaming around such as that poor Bride of the man who was in the bad fires years ago. However there's quite a few of them that's quite dangerous."

"Danger..ous?"

He slowly nodded. "Yep! The first ones that come to mind is that one that looks crazy and carries around the giant machete. Cross him the wrong way and you might join the spirits but he usually wonders the woods and doesn't come into town too often so I wouldn't worry too much about him. It's Scartella that I'm more worried about."

"Scarletella??" You were very confused as he nodded. "Who's he?"

"He gets his name from the bright red clothes and hair he sports, and the rather unusual red umbrella he always seems to carry around. He only shows up when it rains but by fair he's the most deadly. If he approaches you and ask for your name do not under any circumstances answer him! He'll steal your soul away!"

"Uh...right." This guy was crazy and watched way too many horror movies! Slowly you tucked your card back into your pocket since it was paid. "I'm going to go now-"

"Then there's the fellow who just likes to creep in gaps and crevices and ask for organs. He's completely harmless after all as long as you say no. He'll pout but he'll leave you be. Then there's the fellow who's always helping that disembodied head. He's mostly harmless but has taken some corpses for his morbid research. Just don't try harming the head and he'll be ok with you-"

"I best be going!", you proclaimed loudly before turning on your heel and walking towards the door. "Thanks for the gas but I REALLY better get going." And get away from this crazy guy.

"Don't say that I didn't warn you!", you heard him call after you as the bell chimed above the door.

You didn't look back. Just got into your car and drove all the way home feeling your hair stand on end from the creepy encounter. That was definitely spooky but you chose to ignore it in favor of getting home. Out of curiosity you decided to look up the area on Guggle just to see what would pop up and was surprised to find so many urban legends surrounding the area. There was TONS of them. From the tragic tale of a bride dying on her wedding day long ago to someone being executed by having their head chopped off to even sightings of a strange person in a wheelchair said to have been a patient whom died in a hospital that once stood here. 

However you didn't find any legitimate records anywhere to back up these legends. The only confirmed death registered for this area was a camper who got lost in the woods and was later found deceased from a tree having fallen and crushing him and that was two years ago. There wasn't any urban legends of a deceased camper around to add to the mix. After scrolling through the pages and pages of legends you called it quits convinced they were nothing but what they were.

Just urban legends without any truth to back them up.

That all would change one fateful night. You had driven hours to the nearby town to shop and visit family, so you got home late. Everything was fine. The sun had just set as you stepped out of your car bag of groceries in one hand and house keys in the other as you approached the front door. Nothing but silence was all the streets offered you as you fiddled with the lock and letting the door creak open a bit as you went to go put the key back into your pocket-

"Give finger?"

You snapped up at the sudden voice only to find a face in the gap of the door staring at you-

You screamed bloody murder. You screech echoing out through the streets and the bag falling from your hands. Bread and apples went thudding along the porch as you turned to run back to your car in a panic. The sounds of a car door slamming behind you echoed down the streets as you fumbled with the keys to your car. The rippling sounds of a revving engine and screeching tires was the only things left behind in the darkness. You didn't stop out of fear until you got to the little gas station where you fumbled with shaking hands to call the police.

"Hello? Police! I need help! Someone broke into my house!"

I took hours for a squad car to get to where you were at which point you gave a statement before leading them back to your house. The door was still slightly sharp and your groceries were still scattered about the porch where they were dropped. You stayed right across the street watching with shaking hands as they entered your home and lights turned on as you saw their figures watching through your home. After a while they came back out without anyone in cuffs. 

"There's no signs of anyone being inside the home, and no forcibly entry."

"But there WAS something there! I saw him in the doorway!!"

No matter what you said the police had nothing else and left leaving you standing there in the streets in front of your house. You couldn't get yourself to go inside opting to sleep in your locked car that night before going on the next morning with a tire iron from the trunk in search of the guy you saw checking every closet, under your bed, and even in the kitchen cabinets but found no one. It was both relieving and weirded you out. 

You know you saw someone last night! He was right there! Was it just a hallucination? You had been pretty swamped with work and homework so maybe all the lack of sleep combined with hearing those ghost stories all the time we're starting to get to you. Yeah. That must've been it.

You would've just been satisfied to go on with pretending to have never seen him before if it wasn't the last time you had a paranormal encounter with a spirit. The second encounter you had was with a weird ghost that looked like a bloodied nurse. It was when you were outside really early one morning. You had gotten some flower seeds and wanted to make your house look less creepy by planting some flowers near it, however first you had to clear away some rocks where you wanted to plant them. It'd take a while to make a flower bed so you wanted to get started early. The sun was barely starting to come up when you started moving some of the rocks when you grabbed one and a moment later you were dropping it in pain.

"Ow!" Instinctively balling your hand into a fist and clutching it to your chest, you hissed in pain. Slowly you unclenched your hand to take a look at the cut upon your palm. "You gotta be kidding me. Well that's just great." A sizable cut was across your palm from the jagged edges of a rock and even in the dim light you could tell it was bleeding. "Ow, own, own. That hurts."

"Your hand?" 

You jumped at the feminine sounding voice next to you and when you turned...You froze. 

What you were met with was a woman covered in blood.

Or you assumed it had been a woman by the sound of the voice and the fact she wore a nurse's gown along with a hair net and medical mask. However you only froze meeting the black void like orbs that was in the place of eyes and the fact her entire outfit was covered in copper colored stains.

"Your hand?" She repeated holding up her own hands "injured? Sick?"

You couldn't say anything. Too frozen to speak or do anything as she produced a roll of bandages from no where and a few seconds later your entire hand was wrapped up. 

"Heal! Fix!", she exclaimed loudly satisfied with the care she gave before turning to walk away.

She walked across the lawn slowly disappearing into thin air and vanishing as if she had never existed as the sun slowly rose higher and higher. You stayed standing there frozen until the warmth of the sunlight made you flinch and finally move around.  You couldn't write it off as a freak hallucination from stress and lack of sleep this time. Perhaps if there was no proof of her ever being there you could've done that but there was NO way you could logically explain why your entire hand was wrapped up in old gauze. But BOY you tried! Tried to convince your terrified self that you were imagining things and you had wrapped up your own hand without remembering...

Yeah. That didn't work.

You couldn't step out of your house for a good while too afraid of what else you might witness and your lights were kept on nearly every night but that didn't stop the random hauntings you'd witness. One day you went out during the day a pair of muddy footsteps just walked down the sidewalk appeared on the ground next to you. You jumped back and watched in disbelief as they zoomed down the sidewalk and disappeared around the corner leaving behind muddy footsteps in plain daylight for anyone to see.

Another time you were just in the kitchen and you peered out of the window to look out only to scream and scramble back as a sheep's head popped up from under the windowsill. The child like entity giggled at their mischief before running away completely disappearing. Sometimes you didn't hear them at all but caught a glimpse of something peeking out at you from time to time from a crack in the doorway or an open drawer and one time under your bed. It might've been the same entity you saw the first time these things started and you started the habit of keeping everything closed. Sometimes you saw legitimate ghosts like out of the movies floating about randomly and one ghost stereotypically under a sheet dragging along the ground down the road.

It all was eventually too much and you decided now would be the perfect time to go stay with your parents for a long, long while. Packing just a suitcase, you got in your car and just drove out of town. Stopping only by the old gas station just outside of town to get gas for the long drive and maybe some snacks. The old man from before of course was there and the first thing he did seeing your frazzled frame was to throw his head back and howl in laughter!

"So I see they finally decided to come out to you, Young Lady! Tell me do you believe in the supernatural now?," he asked between laughs.

You only managed a deadpanned tired look. "Leave me alone. I just want some gas."

"Who was it? Mr. Gap?," he asked ignoring your words genuinely interested. "He's always usually the first one to show up and he's the most frequent fellow."

"Mr...What?"

"Mr. Gap," he repeated, "That's what locals around here call him because of the fact he appears whenever there's gaps between things. Almost every spook here has a nickname like it since no one knows their true names. Which ones did you see?" He sat back arms crossed amused eminencly. "I'll probably be able to tell you their names."

You weren't sure how to feel, what to think, or what to say...but you couldn't tell someone that you were seeing ghosts. Your family and everyone else would think you're crazy! Maybe you were but you were sane enough to know that you weren't seeing things and at least this man knew who you were talking about and believed in them..So you told him the few entities you've been seeing.

"That's Mr. Gap alright." He nodded along with your story. "Oh. So you met Ms. Nurse. She's helpful when she wants to be." He laughed again. "Hooded Child is always playing tricks on people." And then the ghosts- "Mr. Cloth is the only ghost I know of that wears a sheet over him."

"What do I do to make them stop?"

"Stop? This whole place was theirs way before you and I came along young lady! If anything you're trespassing on their home. They won't stop living how they've always lived, that's like telling a bird to stop chirping or a flower to not smell nice. They're not going to do it just because you find it inconvenient. I'm sure if you were a ghost you'd certainly be annoyed by people acting that way towards you."

"I wouldn't be haunting people and scaring the living daylights out of them!" You shook your head. "Can I just buy gas please?" 

He shrugged. "Sure. Just don't say that I didn't tell you so."

You bought the gas and filled up your car quickly and got back in. Only when you tried to turn it on...Nothing happened. You kept turning the key but nothing kept happening. Until you defeated got out of your car and slunk back into the station to the old man's surprise.

"Back already?"

"There's something wrong with my engine. C-Can you help me?"

"Sure! I've worked on cars before." He got up and you both went out to take a look under the hood. You watched as he hummed and fiddled around with a few things before looking at you. "How old is this car?"

You shrugged. "I-I don't know. It's preowned." You couldn't afford a new car on your college kid budget.

"Well that might be your problem." He closed the hood with a loud THUD. "The battery's dead."

You stared at him gobsmacked. "WHAT?! HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO GET BACK?...Can you drive me?"

He shook his head. "I live in the connecting house and I own no car. Never needed one. The nearest mechanic is in the town over and they wouldn't be here until morning. You can either sleep in your car for the night or your welcome to sleep inside but you'd have to sleep on the floor."

"No thank you." No WAY you were staying with a stranger or sleeping in your car in the middle of nowhere. Looking up you noticed that the sign was only barely in the middle of the sky, that meant it was just almost noon. "If I start back now, I can probably make it back home before dark."

"You sure?"

You nodded. "Positive." You stepped back to walk back down the road where you came from. "I'll be fine. They don't show up a lot during the day anyways."

The older man hummed. "Alright but you be careful on your way back. Sometimes the woods can be more dangerous than the town."

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Habetrot (Material XIII Profile)

Class: Rider True Name: Habetrot Sex: Female Origin: Scottish Faerie Folklore Region: Proper Human History British Isles/Lostbelt British Isles Alignment: Neutral Good Height: 50~60cm Weight: 10~20kg

Strength: E | Endurance: D | Agility: B | Mana: C | Luck: A+ | NP: B

Concept Writer: Nasu Kinoko Character Designer: Hirai Yukio Voice Actor: Itou Ayasa

CLASS SKILL

Riding: CHabetrot is too scared to ride animals, but she can control her “Flying Multipurpose Spinning Wheel” at will.

Item Construction: BCrafting tools is also right up the alley of deft-handed Habetrot. Although she can’t create Mystic Codes, her finished outfits tend to have a tinge of Mystics to them and can be used as Craft Essences instead. 

Fae Eyes: CTime begins to flow slowly by viewing reality with a faerie filter, which can come in handy when parrying critical attacks from enemies.

Tam Lin: B“Keep it between us, okay? I was actually one of the original Tam Lin!”

That said, Habetrot is a Tam Lin only by title since she became one prior to the development of Gifted Names. She doesn’t suffer any penalties from fighting fellow Tam Lins.

PERSONAL SKILLS

Weaving Threads of Fortune: AIt is said that Habetrot’s spun thread attracts good fortune and that clothes woven from it can immediately grant the wearer sound health. A charm that promotes emphasis on health and wellness.

This skill grants one ally debuff immunity for one turn, as well as HP recovery and increased star generation rate. Its short recharge time allows for quick successive usage.

Speedy Spinning: BNeedlework and rush orders on the daily come hand in hand.  To meet a bride’s absurd demands, Habetrot would sometimes finish dresses within the same day.

This skill increases her Arts performance and generously charges her NP gauge (on the same level as High-Speed Incantation) at the cost of reducing her HP by a great amount. Handle rush orders in moderation!

Guardian of Brides: EXUndeterred by any impending adversity, predicament, or malice, Habetrot stands by her philosophy of making brides happy even if it’s the last thing she does. 

This skill grants one [female] ally invincibility, guts, and healing regeneration, as well as removes any ailment debuffs (curse, burn, poison). …After usage, Habetrot will perish.

NOBLE PHANTASM

Spinster Habetrot (The Wheel of Time That Weaves For You)

Rank: EX | Classification: Anti-Army | Range: 10-99 | Max target: 30 

Spinster Habetrot, also known as the Habbycat Cannon.

Habetrot’s original Noble Phantasm [Bridal Spinning Wheel] is a dress that accentuates a bride. However, due to various circumstances, it has been changed into an insane cannon that fires insane shots.

Magical energy is generated through the Flying Spinning Wheel rather than a Magical Reactor when Habetrot uses it. This Noble Phantasm then turns into a physical weapon that fires in the form of a railgun. The concept of natural span does not apply to it.

(Chaldea summoned Habetrot from Proper Human History, so she might not have any idea as to why this weapon is stored within her soul.)

CHARACTER

First person pronoun: boku/Habbycat Second person pronoun: kimi/human/first name basis Third person pronoun: aitsu/omae

〇 Personality

Habetrot can be described as introverted yet active. She shies from asserting herself but is driven in her approach when it comes to what she must do and wants to do. She likes good people and hates the wicked. Although she can distinguish good from evil as someone Neutral-aligned, she doesn’t fixate on which side counts as superior. This stems from how she generally doesn’t hate others.

Habetrot’s values are reflected as such: Peace is comfortable and much preferable, whereas conflict is draining and awful. As a general rule, let Habetrot enjoy her sewing and needlework and she’s a happy faerie.

Be it Proper Human History Habetrot or Lostbelt Habetrot, her nature proves consistent. Whenever she finds a girl she feels is the one (someone she feels has the right to become a happy bride), she pulls out all the stops to care for and support her. Habetrot refers to such girls as “my brides.” Either she will set out to find another bride immediately after sending off the former, or if she finds one more good candidate while already attending to another bride, Habetrot will become engrossed in supporting both. This has led to some describing her as easily infatuated.

Habetrot won’t admit it, but she’s a bundle of devotion. The way this faerie tends to prioritize her brides’ happiness over her own illustrates her self-sacrificing trait.

〇 Habetrot in Faerie Britain

She appears as a spinster faerie in the Fragment chapters. Together with Aesc the Savior, they settled disputes all over Britain. Habetrot’s fate changed significantly when she met Mash, who rayshifted to Fae Era Year 400… Or rather, this faerie made every effort possible to overcome her fate.

When Aesc the Savior and the original Tam Lin stepped down the stage, Habetrot roamed Britain alone and popularized the culture of wedding traditions, sending off many brides in the process.

By the time the new High Queen Era was adopted, Habetrot turned herself into a stone inside a twisted hole in the north and would stay asleep until a certain encounter in 2017. After ever so nonchalantly saving Mash in Sheffield, she would then guide the Master of Chaldea to Orkney, coming to terms with the choice she made.

She originally went by the name Totorot in the Lostbelt and only began calling herself Habetrot after waking up from her stone slumber. The reason for this is that she came to admire Proper Human History Habetrot’s way of life from the legends Mash taught her.

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Habetrot was originally a wild hooligan of the Wing Clan and became a member of Aesc’s party following her defeat in their duel. (Although a spinster faerie by nature, she had no means of fulfilling her innate purpose of sending off human brides in the Lostbelt. This “existential conflict” tormented her, giving rise to displaced emotions that turned her into a wild hooligan.) From that point onward, she would achieve exploits as one of the original Tam Lin who fought alongside Aesc the Savior. 

The Fragment chapters also reveal that the name “Mash” was written on Mash’s shield in chalk. This was done by Habetrot. When she asked her to show the shield, she deftly wrote Mash’s name on it. The use of a tailor’s chalk is proof that it was Habetrot’s doing.

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Brides are “treasures” in Habetrot’s eyes because she is a faerie that will never grow into adulthood. She longs to become a bride herself, but that is a wish never to come true. So at the very least, she wants to protect the future of the beautiful girls she falls in love with at first sight. This could be seen as compensatory behavior on Habetrot’s part, or perhaps, as her radiant dream. “Maybe one day… No, scratch that. I wish I could become like them, too.”

〇 Sample Lines

Brides are great! They’re just so soft and sparkly. Pretty like flowers and dazzling like birds, get what I mean? What reason is there not to love them! 

Well, that sucks. Habbycat hates fights.

Who’s your fave bride? Aww, c’mon~ How couldya keep me out of the loop~

Sure it gets grueling, but I have to push through! I’m a maiden after all!

〇 Historical Biography

Habetrot is a spinster faerie from Scottish folklore said to weave cloth with thread spun from cotton flowers and flax fibers and to make garments out of it. She is often portrayed as a small hunched old lady the size of a human child. Habetrot is also known as a faerie that helps women who are preparing for married life and tailors gowns on behalf of busy brides–in other words, every bride’s dream faerie. 

In addition to that, clothes woven by Habetrot are considered to be imbued with a mysterious power that relieves its wearer of their illness.

〇 Related Characters (Totorot from Fae Era Year 400)

AescI used to be hot-tempered, you see. Communication wasn’t my strong point, and all I could do was take my mood out on everyone around me. Despite my shortcomings, Aesc met me at my level with sincerity and invited me to travel the world together. The spell she hit me with hurt like hell, but even that pain has become a fond memory of mine!

…Which was why I was rooting for her happiness. I really was.

Mash Mash is my number one drive. She’s the one who gave my life a purpose, from the turning point to my goal. Whatever awaits us in the future, I’ll practice extensively and build as much experience as possible, all in hopes of gifting her a wedding dress as radiant as the stars with a touch of some words of gratitude.

〇 Related Characters (Habetrot)

Miss CraneCrane makes it in my top 3 reasons I’m glad to be summoned in Chaldea! There’s so much to learn from her cutting-edge expertise, not to mention she’s a phenomenal fashion pro. 

If I’m being honest though, I find it a bit of a shame. ‘Cause look how pretty she is, right? I sure would love to design a Spiritron Dress modeled after her…

Caster ArtoriaIsn’t she a Faerie from the Inner Sea of the Planet? How come she’s such a tomboy?

OberonI [look at him and] find myself thinking, as a fellow faerie, “Now that’s a faerie.” Oberon is the paragon of our kind on account of both his cool side and liar side.

Red HareThat’s an Asian kelpie, right? Who thinks he thinks he’s human?! Gosh, isn’t he such a character?

On another note, talking to Red Hare makes me a bit emotional. I wonder why.

BritomartNo way, Britomart turned into a faerie?! When you became a Heroic Spirit, did your class change to faerie for successfully defeating a tyrant? Whoa! You’re a hero, the real deal! 

Both your red and white dresses are of the highest grade, gifts from Gloriana herself… Wait, you inherited the name from your mother? Britomart II? …Whoa, hold on. I’m getting info overload from your personal history!

MashShe’s my current fave bride! I don’t know how exactly I became the guardian faerie of the Black Barrel, but even if I wasn’t, I’d still love to make a whole bunch of outfits for her. The same goes for you, who I believe will be the one linking arms with her!

MorganEverybody says Morgan is terrifying, but she’s elegant and graceful and attentive. I like her. How could I not, when she has such a sweet visage! 

…Not that I don’t get where they’re coming from. When she’s mad, the temperature in the room instantly drops below freezing.

〇 Plot Notes (Please read after clearing LB6)

Throughout their pilgrimage across Faerie Britain, the broken Black Barrel was stowed hidden inside the Spinning Wheel Habetrot rode. It ceased to function the moment they set foot in the isles and suffered further damages after being forcibly used. 

During the siege of Sheffield, Mash’s “aversion to fighting”, which lay hidden in her subconscious, prompted her to abandon the Black Barrel. Habetrot happened to be around when she did and stole it from under their enemy Beryl’s nose. She then chose to continue their journey all the while hiding what she did even from Mash.

Habetrot's actions may seem motivated by curiosity and greed at a glance, but that is not the case. Simply being in possession of cutting-edge machinery, such as the Black Barrel, is in fact poison to faeries. Nevertheless, she held onto it for safekeeping until the very end all because of a hunch that Mash would one day need it.

Habetrot continued to guard the Black Barrel unbeknownst to anyone, even as it chipped away at her Spirit Origin, all so that she could send it as a gift for her dear friend Mash’s future.

COMMENT FROM THE ARTIST

Since she’s a spinster faerie, I tried incorporating spinning wheel elements into her outfit and equipment. Doing so had been a struggle, and it wasn't until I saw how she was portrayed sewing and dressmaking in the story that I thought, “Oh… I could have expanded my interpretation like that!” It kinda made me reflect on my inability to think outside the box.

By the way, the mount design is inspired not by sushi…but, in fact, a goldfish. No special reason, I just figured something tiny and cute would be fitting. It would make my day to know you like Habbycat. (Hirai Yukio)

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OH MY DAYS !! HTBAG has been eating my brain from the inside out and I've got a couple of little questions to ask :>

All the PVP/ParkCiv are confirmed to be heroes; what are the full roster (like codenames n roles)

Will cannon villains like Aj and Tabi still be heroes (and get possible redemption/betrayal arcs) ?

Since in your latest fic we found out that Branzy's unusual eye color is because of constant treatment to Totems, would reoccurring patients also receive the same side-effect ? I would ask if there any other side-effects but I feel like that's something we'll learn later on .

Are the Lifestealers an ambiguous group when it comes to their roles (Ex. a mix between heroes, villains, vigilantes, and civilians) ?

What, if any, Lifesteal teams will be important to the main story ?

On the assumption the skulk is akin to a fungus, how does it spread ?

You don't have to answer any questions that will be answered via the story . Just curious <3

KEEP UP THE GOOD WORK !!! XOXOXO

Oooo I love answering questios, these are so fun! 1 + 2. I might write a seperate fic series regarding the prk civ peeps some day and so they aren't relevant to the story, but all of them, even the villains are heroes. HOWEVER, the hero system used to be very corrupt, and so essentially Evbo went on a little adventure and basically reformed the entire hero system. So technically even if none of the prk/pvp civ peeps ARE villains they'd still play antagonistic roles. As for confirmed people, I'm naming all of the heroes after Egyptian gods! Evbo is Horus and has the ability to create transparent barriers that are cube shaped, this allows him to trap things in them, and run on them. Seawatt is Ra and is powerless, but uses a lot of potions. EMF is Nephthys and I'm unsure on their power but it has something to do with darkness and teleportation (specifically pocket dimensions). Tabi is Sekhmet, I don't know her power yet. Other heroes are all of the diamond swords from PvP civ. And AJ/The evil parkour champion is Amun and he can basically warp/glitch reality to give him the upper hand ie: making his enemies powers malfunction, landing a hit well. The old man is called Osiris, also unsure on his powers. 3. Yes, all of the people who use totems frequently have some manner of purple eyes or getting to that level. However Branzy like, extensively tests them on himself, and so the only people who would exibit this symptom are like, test dummies. And usually they die after a while :( So don't expect people to be walking around with magenta eyes! 4. So far the lifestealers I've figured out besides the realm ones (and Branzy's group ofc) are heroes, but probably they're a decent mixed bag of it.

5. Besides the ones already introduced, I am unsure. I am much more unfamiliar with lifesteal then I am the realm. But I'll probably bring some up in Clown's backstory, so maybe expect Leowook and Minute. Also Wemmbu, Reddoons and Squiddo are around doing stuff and somewhat fleshed out, so they might make appearances. (Plus maybe Ash and Parrot?) I can't say any of them are necessarily important to the current ongoing plot though. 6. The skulk is not a fungus! Not even remotely! I won't say too much, but I'll say maybe... calling it the skulk is a bit inaccurate for the earlier stages :) And maybe, I'd focus on some things I've already introduced :)

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I only rp on discord.

My writing style is adv lit/novella. My responses often break discord character limit and I have nitro which offers a higher character limit.

I’m pretty open to a wide range of ideas yet I do love to lean a bit more slice-of-life and modern in role plays. I love angsty, plot heavy ideas as well– however, I do wish for a good bit of planning and deliberation beforehand!

DISCLAIMERS:

Writing style is very important to me. It is genuinely make or break for me. I am also a long time fanfic writer so I believe my writing is very thorough. I am not semi-lit whatsoever. My writing will be lengthy and thorough most often so I please ask that you do not interact with this post if you do not think you will be compatible with my writing style. (Samples will be included in this post!)

I am not too keen on most topics, themes, or tropes that fall under the umbrella term “Dead Dove”. Nothing involving minors and adults in sexual or romantic relationships. Not too keen on heavy violence, gore, or any type of ageplay.

Who I’m Looking For:

Someone who is 21+ (will settle for 18+)

Someone who writes third person

Someone who is able to write as close as possible to their character’s cannon personality (with some liberties, of course!)

Someone who is comfortable writing NSFW content (smut:plot usually ranges 40:60 but I’m willing to adjust)

Someone who writes adv-lit/novella (very important)

Parings legend:

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Character I prefer to write**

No preference on writing

Pairings:

Gojo Satoru x Getou Suguru (t/b dynamic is unfortunately unshakeable on this one.)

Itadori Yuji** x Fushiguro Megumi

Erwin Smith** x Levi Ackerman

Laois Touden x Kabru

Uzumaki Naruto x Nara Shikamaru**

One More Special Thing With Only One Bullet Point:

I love omegaverse. The best way to catch me is to put an omegaverse idea on a hook and reel me in. Omegaverse for me includes potential/current/mentions of mpreg and I am also very fond of parental centered storylines. This includes planned pregnancies, accidental, past, etc.

Now that you’ve somehow gotten through all of that, please take note of all the information I’ve painstakingly laid out! I will not be negotiating things I have blatantly laid out but I am open to questions or concerns!

Now, without further ado, please give this post a like ❤️ or send me a dm 💬 if you’re interested in starting an rp with me!

As of August 8th, 2024, I am actively searching for partners!

Writing samples will be listed from here on so please enjoy and if ya see one that gets your attention, feel free to ask me about it and we might be able to turn it into an RP!

eruri (Erwin x Levi)

Erwin's tongue felt thick and tacky in his mouth, the cavern bone-dry and arid as soon as his ears processed the escort's siren call. He'd felt this shallow feeling of nerves before, the same storm in his gut that felt like he was a sailor stuck at sea- at the mercy of savage waves. It was only once, highly cherished and to never be forgotten. It had been when he'd first bedded his ex-wife in their early twenties. Anticipation teetered on a fine line that separated excitement and fear of the unknown.

He's technically never promised anyone anything. Not a stable life, not the best version of himself, nothing. Nor was it truly ever expected of him. Erwin was a cookie cutter man made to fill a specific role but in his thirty-four years of age, he still hasn't begun to figure out what or who had made him this way. Was he a prisoner of someone else's expectations or his own?

At that moment, he remembered Miche's warbled words. The man had had his arm thrown around Erwin's shoulder, face flushed and smelling of artisanal whiskies.

"You know," Miche had hiccupped. "You really hold yourself to some high standards, man."

Erwin had gently shouldered his friend's arm off of him, inspecting the glass in his hand to make sure it was actual water and not another troublesome liquor.

"It's to be expected of me." He'd said, flashing a small smile across the room to a philanthropist woman who was virtuous in name only.

Miche took a swallow of water, pulling a face as if he was disappointed in it. "By who?”

The question stumped Erwin, his mind only providing vague offerings of names and masses who only knew him by photo and net-worth.

"Look, you're a man just like the rest of us. Just because you're the brains of this whole thing doesn't mean you can't be a person. You can live a little."

Erwin was only a man. Destined to be an imperfect being. No amount of starving himself would make him more virtuous in some “God's” eyes.

He'll give himself away to hunger, if just for one night.

goge/satosugu (Gojo x Getou)

Suguru doesn’t know what requires his attention more; the drilling “bree bree”’s of the hot summer cicadas or the sharp pleasure of Satoru biting into his inner thigh as if the tender flesh would give away to the juicy, sweetness of a ripe apple.

This meetup was meant to go in a different direction but Suguru couldn’t resist the urge to taunt Satoru. Even though his eyes were covered by those abysmal bandages, Suguru could tell his six eyes were miserable underneath.

Sweet, sweet Satoru.

Satoru who treats a criminal like him so tenderly. Who wouldn’t want to poke a little fun at him?

“Mmnh-!” Suguru jerks, spine curving into an arch as Satoru bites particularly hard this time. Suguru flicks his gaze down where Satoru sits with his teeth still embedded in his skin, his cheek pushed into the firmness of the muscle. His eyes are lidded and lustful yet somehow wide and demanding.

Suguru breathes a husky chuckle. The strongest sorcerer in the world nipped him like a puppy demanding his attention.

Suguru shakes his arm free from one of the sleeves of his gojogesa and lets it fall into the pale tresses of Satoru’s hair.

He scratches his blunt nails along the scalp, eyes creasing with his grin as Satoru leans into the affection.

“Satoru,” he breathes as the man starts to lathe at the bite. “Good boys don’t bite, remember?” he teases.

[love-triangles-au]

Regarding The book of Bill, can you still keep a bit of the cannon in the au?

Will come back to this topic! Mod Minty's book isn't arriving for a couple weeks so when that happens we'll discuss what might or might not need adjusting. There's also the ARG going on which is likely to give us even more lore.

But, until then, my SPOILERY thoughts as of right now are below the break (Minty don't look!)

I don't actually think much needs to change in the backstory department! Enough to decanonize Flat Dreams unfortunately, but replacing "Liam" with "mom" should be convincing enough (As much as it pains me... </3 Well, nobody said Liam's NOT canon... ;] but honestly if the full backstory doesn't hit [mixed feelings on the implication that he didn't actually destroy his dimension on purpose] might just stick with FD regardless and be an AU within an AU) However, there's one really fascinating aspect of the book that might be a big influence on our story: the romance one.

Frankly even without all the stuff with Ford he's shown/implied to have multiple exes, dedicates a whole five pages to the subject of love and how much he's sooo above it (frankly gets borderline hysterical about it at points), and that valentine (you know the one) seems to very much imply that he wants a partner or at least a family of some sort (and frankly so does a lot else in the book).

(Also Love Triangles name drop twice?!?!?!?!? canon)

The exact effect this is gonna have on how we write him is something to be discussed, but he was insanely pathetic in this book so some of that girlfailure energy is certainly inevitable. Thankfully the pitfalls I had writing in his voice before now are mitigated a lot, the book gives me a ton of reference lol!

Off the top of my head, though, I think the moment he falls in love with Venuz he's going to be pretty unbearable in his attempts to "impress" him. His wording ("how to TRICK someone into loving you," "love is a sales pitch," "no one's going to love you if they know all the terrible secrets you're running from") speaks volumes about just how insecure he is, even if you take half his suggestions as jokes. No dead air, he will blab 24/7 to "distract" him from "noticing and considering his copious flaws." Absolutely starved for attention, constantly doing or saying things to get it whether it be rolling in carrion or "accidentally" getting his claws stuck in the curtains. In fact he's so incredibly desperate for attention that he seems to think that fear is as good as love which is, uh. an opinion for sure.

Thankfully Venuz seems to hate dead air as well if his constant meaningless Twitter posts are any indication, and, though not as weird and twisted about it, is about as flashy. I think he's the type who loves to spoil his loved ones, as well, so that's definitely something that should help Bill feel more comfortable. But, of course, that kind of bone-deep insecurity is something that will have to be addressed, especially after the stuff with Ford; wow he did NOT take that well, I'd imagine that was his most painful breakup so he'd probably be especially unbearable given this is right after all that.

Frankly, I have kinda mixed opinions on JUST how pathetic Bill is in the book. Like, obviously he was before, but I almost wonder if he was woobified a little too much. My sister pointed out that this makes sense because the book has to be entertaining and funny, and she's right, but I dunno; may end up playing with canon like dolls a little, who knows >:Pc

One last thing though is that he very clearly has a lot of trauma. We were writing him like this anyway but now it's canon that he's constantly hearing screams and blacks out when he thinks about the events of his past too much, which is a FANTASTIC excuse to keep the nightmare catalysts going; maybe he didn't inflict amnesia upon himself like in FD but if he's experiencing all these things in the waking world (and it's stated he doesn't sleep) can you imagine how horrible the nightmares must be? This guy has full-blown PTSD and we're gonna make him come to terms with that.

But, once again, just my thoughts for now until we're able to tism out together. Stay tuned and please mark spoilers if you'd like to discuss; Minty reads all >:Dc

~ Mod Emily 🦇

[pokemon-card-of-the-day]

Pokemon Card of the Day #3207: Blastoise (Expedition #4)

The starter Pokemon each got 2 cards in Expedition, but the Holo one was the one to look at in almost every case. This Blastoise could hit reasonably hard, though it needed a lot of Energy to outdo its competition. It could also flip to sacrifice an Energy to also discard an Energy on the Defending Pokemon, something that could make setting up way harder if someone had fallen behind. It was that flip that gave Blastoise a way to stand out from its competition, as solid Stage 2 Water-types were rather common otherwise.

100 HP was the typical Stage 2 number of the day, and most decks were aiming to KO these in 2 hits. Blastoise was no exception. Lightning wasn't the most common type in Neo-On where you'd usually see this, though you would have to look out for Electabuzz every once in a while. Lightning became more common in E-On, especially with Team Aqua's Manectric, but Blastoise was much less common there. The Retreat Cost was 2, so switching cards weren't the worst idea.

Jet Stream was a Poke-Power that you could try once per turn. Blastoise had to be your Active Pokemon, and it only worked if you flipped heads. If you did, you discarded an Energy card attached to Blastoise and also an Energy card attached to the Defending Pokemon. You got to choose whether to flip, so you weren't forced into an awkward spot, and getting rid of an Energy (especially a Special Energy) was often worth the trade. You did tend to sacrifice 10 damage when doing so, however, and the coin flip meant this was by no means reliable. You could treat it somewhat like an extra chance at Energy Removal 2, which was still a nice bonus when it hit.

Energy Cannon started at 40 damage for a Water and 2 Colorless Energy, which was lower than Pokemon like Dark Feraligatr, Walrein, or pretty much anything in a Swampert deck. You could add up to 20 more damage to this, 10 for each extra Water Energy attached not used for the attack cost. This let you KO anything but a few Grass-types and some Pokemon ex in 2 hits... for 5 Energy. Still, this was going to make progress, and was an attack on a Pokemon that could slow the opponent down so in that context it was pretty decent.

Blastoise probably wasn't quite as good as Dark Feraligatr or Kingdra in Neo-On or something like Swampert or Walrein in E-On. All of those had more reliable effects to work with. It was still very capable of holding its own, and did like the Neo-On format in particular due to the amount of Fire-types and the chances to take out Special Energy that Scizor decks loved so much. It had some traits that were really liked in that format, even if not all of them were totally reliable, and Blastoise was still a lower end competitive option despite the heavy competition in its own type.