#i couldn't get the colors to look quite how i imagined but oh well. i've had a killer sinus infection all week so it'll have to do lmao

[f0x-meets-w0lf]

horror movie twins or whatever

[lady-of-tearshed]

Coming out

@sjmprideweek

Day 5: Family

Pairing: Azriel centered, but mention of Azris.

Summary: Azriel announces that he's seeing someone to his family.

Word count: 1.5k words

Warnings: Someone drinking alcohol, someone choking on alcohol (no one dies), innuendo of sex.

Dividers made by @tsunami-of-tears 💙

“I've recently discovered I was into males.” 

That, Azriel concluded, was definitely one way to get his family's attention. 

Eight pairs of eyes pivoted in his direction. Only Nyx seemed unbothered by this revelation, far too young and carefree to give a damn about anything else than the colorful fruit puree splattered in front of him. 

Cassian, always the biggest mouth of the Inner Circle, was the first to break the silence. “It's a… new discovery?” 

“Yes.” 

Cassian, as difficult to imagine, looked at his brother with an even more confused expression. He opened his mouth and closed it a few times, and then the look on his face turned from one of confusion to one of mid-amusement. “Weren't you already into guys?” 

This time, it was Azriel's turned to he confused. “What?” 

“Yeah, you know,” Cassian started counting on his fingers. “The guy that bought you a drink at Rita's a few weeks ago? The one you wouldn't stop looking into his big russet eyes. I thought you had gone back with him at the end of the night. Or the other one, freckled one, with the slumped rear, last month. The one that bought you the coffee and wrote his name on the cup-” 

“Cassian,” Rhysand half-scolded his brother, stopping him in his overflowing river of information, and saving Azriel from the embarrassment. 

Azriel couldn't believe how blind he had been to all the cues of his male attraction. It seemed obvious to him, now, that someone not into males wouldn't have admitted to his brother how scrumptious the ass of the male from the cafe near The Rainbow was. That, right there, had been one hell of a clue Azriel should've picked on. That and the fact that even though he didn't, he had wished, only for a short, confusing moment, that he had gone home with that other male from Rita's a few weeks ago. 

Azriel probably would've discovered his male attraction a long time ago (probably before Eris had wrapped his Cauldron blessed lips around his shaft) if he had been able to pull his head away from work and his own personal worries, he realized. 

“Well next time we go to Rita's, I'll make sure you go home with a pretty male,” Cassian announced, dismissing Rhysand's warning with a wave of his hand. 

“Oh,” Azriel blinked, furrowing his brows as he tried to look for the right words. “That won't be necessary.” He settled with, hoping that Cassian (by some kind of miracle) would just drop the subject and move on with his life-

“Why, of course it is! Maybe that would help you get that broomstick out of your ass-” 

“No.”

“Or some other lucky male’s ass?”

“I'm… already seeing someone.” 

Amren choked on her wine. Morrigan, as swift as an arrow, jolted up from her seat to pat her friend’s back and telling her to keep coughing. Amren’s face, still red from the gulp that half went down the wrong pipe, turned slowly into the blond’s direction. The glare she threw at her friend seemed to come from the deepest depths of the Cauldron. If a look could kill, Morrigan would’ve been slayed on the spot. 

Once recovered from her near death experience, Amren spoke up. “Do they know you’re gay?”

Cassian frowned. “Actually, doesn’t that make him bisexual? Since he’s into males and-.”

“Do they know.” Amren repeated, her voice as sharp as Azriel’s most treasured weapon.

“Of course they do,” He answered quite coldly. He was half hurt that his family would even assume that he would be cold-hearted enough to be romantically involved with someone and hide parts of himself from them. Besides, why was this any of their business? He started to wonder why he even cared being honest with them if it only meant for him to receive such a cold reaction. “Also, they are a male. And no, Cas, I do not think that makes me bisexual. Well, yes. Perhaps,” He looked down at his plate, moved some vegetables around as he tried to figure it out. “Honestly, I don’t know. I’m still figuring it out.” 

Some looks were exchanged amongst the people gathered at this table. After what felt like a never ending period of heavy and uncomfortable silence, someone’s chair scrapped on the floor. 

Azriel looked up to see Rhysand moving around the table, and before he could analyze wether it was to throttle him or something else, his brother’s arms were circling his neck in a firm, yet gentle embrace. 

“I’m glad you found someone,” Rhysand said, grunting a little when Cassian joined the group hug, his weight crushing both males.

“When can we meet him?” Cassian asked, his tone nearly buzzing with excitement.  

Azriel tensed. “I don’t think it would be a good idea.” 

“Why?” Nesta asked cautiously from her seat, where she still sat. 

“Az…” Feyre rectified quickly. “We wouldn’t have any reasons why meeting him wouldn’t be a good idea-”

“Is he unkind?” Nesta blatantly ignored her sister’s too-soft approach. 

“No! No,” Azriel quickly answered, half afraid the eldest Archeron would bite his head off if he avoided the topic. “He is very kind… when you get to know him.” 

“Then I don’t see any problem there,” Feyre offered him a comforting smile.

Azriel’s insides felt like they were on fire. He knew he’d have to announce the inevitable truth sooner than later. His family was nosy enough to figure it out by themselves quickly, and telling them before they could find out would be preferable and cause less damage. 

“We will accept this male into our lives no matter what, brother,” Rhysand squeezed his shoulder. 

“So long as he treats you right,” Added Cassian, his eyes glimmering with emotions and unshed tears. 

“He’s-” Azriel bit his lip, hesitating. “He’s from another Court. He’s… different.” 

“Like I said,” Rhysand’s eyes bore into Azriel’s, his face and heart as open and honest as can be. “We’ll accept him, no matter what.” 

“Even if he’s a High Lord?” 

At that, Cassian tensed, his eyes narrowed. “Mother’s tits Az… Don’t tell me it’s Helion? You know he has a…” Cassian paused, his eyes traveling to the other side of the table, where a red-headed male sat calmly beside Elain. “Reputation.” 

Azriel almost laughed out loud. Helion was indeed one lovely High Lord, but he was not the one who fought to earn his heart. He opened his mouth to finally be honest about who that mysterious male he’s seeing is when someone does it for him. 

“It’s Eris, isn’t it?” 

All eyes turned to Nesta, then widened when they looked back in Azriel’s direction only to see the slightest shade of pink coloring the Illyrian’s cheeks. 

“Yes, it is,” As if it needed clarifications, Azriel added. “Eris. Eris Vanserra.” 

And for a moment, Azriel actually started to worry about Rhysand’s poor, old heart. 

“Oh, Azriel!” Nesta exclaimed, “Those are wonderful news!”

She nearly crashed into him, shoving the two males aside to take her turn at hugging him. 

As she hugged him, Azriel’s shadows informed him of the look that meant something similar to ‘If you dare say something hurtful about it, I’ll kill you’ Nesta gave Rhysand. When Nesta slowly untangled herself from Azriel, Rhysand cleared his throat.

“Well,” He said, his pale looking more pale than usual and his voice sounding shaky. Rhysand wanted to rip the earth in half and curse the Mother for his brother’s awful taste in males, but he didn’t. He was a male of honor, and already assured his brother (two times, no less) that he would accept this male no matter what. So. “Do you… Like him?”

“Yes, I think I do,” Azriel said, his heart open and honest. A strange, yet positive, feeling wrapped around his heart and made his face turn warm every time he thought of the male. “We’re not really something. Just… seeing each other and figuring things out as we go.” 

“If he breaks your heart,” Cassian snarled, looking at the other Vanserra present in the room as if he had personally hurt him, “I’ll make sure his heart will be slowly and painfully ripped out of his pretty neck. Then I’ll feed it to his Gods damned dog.” 

“He won’t,” Lucien spoke up for the first time since the beginning of this family gathering. “When a Vanserra loves, or cares, it does fiercely,” His gaze turned to Elain and softened. “And unconditionally.” 

Azriel held back from rectifying that what was between him and Eris wasn’t love, but… The more he thought about it, the more he started thinking that, yes, it could be love, It could grow as something fierce, and unconditional. But for now, they were figuring themselves out. 

“Then it is more than we could ask for,” Feyre stated, her voice firm and true. “We’re all delighted for you, Azriel.”

“Yes,” Rhysand said, smiling. Cassian nodded alongside him. “We are.”

And that was more than anything Azriel could’ve hoped for, his family’s love and support.

ACOTAR general taglist: @mybestfriendmademe @lilah-asteria @acotar-lover @paige0103

Azris taglist: @g00seg1rl

[azurem]

IM SORRY. IF SOMBD ALREADYY ASKED ABT IT buuuuut what's your take on inkmare first kiss or confession??? Chaos chaos, evil chaos

Uhhh. i do not remember well to be honest. I remember asking how the first kiss would be, however!

My take on the confession is that it was the one that happened first, when the relationship still was somewhat unilateral. Nightmare realized he had somewhat of a crush, and, assuming it was something about possessiveness (aka he thought it was a childish whim he wanted to quell), quickly proceeded to action. Like. Second truce done, friendship established and he didn't take long to confess.

I assume it was a mix of you-do-this-to-me + a try-to-sell-something-to-you kind of talk? Like. He wasn't quite sure if Ink reciprocated (which was kinda the situation) so he was sure to market himself and his question like something beneficial (though he was still kinda grumpy with it cuz he also has the unconscious thought that the crush existing™ was an act done against him. Like, the thought that this was Ink's fault and that he had to take at least some responsability about it)

I imagine it was quite attractive (of an offer). And Ink did find it entertaining enough he accepted. I imagine it happened when they were in one of their recreational meetings (aka probs reading inside nm's library or inside a geno au) likeeee

"...I've made a mistake," Nightmare said. Ink looked up at him from his place, sitting cross legged on the floor. They placed the book down. "This— a horrible mistake."

Ink just stared at him. The question marks of their eyes made him die a bit. They smiled at him. "C'mon, you're a confessed torturer. Can't be that serious."

But it was. He briefly considered sitting down, just to see them eye to eye, but Ink was already up and coming closer. The motion resulted on their elbows resting on his desk, their torso leaning forward.

"Hmmm?"

He really should have planned a better scenery for this kind of thing. Still, he couldn't let himself be intimidated, much less so when Ink was being so brave about it. "You're cruel."

This was not the response they expected. Nightmare saw him get their arms back to their sides, their back straightening. Ink's lost face stared back at him, their eyes wider than usual.

"You—" he couldn't help the way his hand shielded his mouth for a moment, as if he couldn't figure out the reason why his voice was acting. "You're— all I think about, now."

He had to fight against the instinctual need to hide himself like a child. It was sickening. He had vowed to himself to never let himself feel this small. And yet.

"You plague my mind," Nightmare said —as his hand went down from his mouth, it landed on his chest, squeezing the fabric with the need to touch— "since when, I don't know."

Ink's breath hitched with realization, flustered like one who'd suddenly find their seed peeking out from the ground in leaves. Oh. Oh!

"I don't know how," Nightmare continued, something like bitterness on his tongue before it cleared to something warmer. "But you've— you've enthralled me. I want you. As such, I need you."

"...huh."

"If you want me to beg—" Nightmare took a moment. Whatever he was about to say died in his mouth. "All I need now is a promise. An attempt. Anything."

"This is— hm. This— y'know—" Ink fidgeted with his hands, surprised when he found his cheeks warm. It was a sickening, horrible feeling. It tasted purple in his mouth, it tasted pink. The same feeling willed him to cover his mouth with both hands, unwilling to let it out on the floor.

When Nightmare looked at him cover himself as if he had something to hide, Ink felt something new. A new type of fear he never knew before. Why?

"...Of course," Nightmare said after a moment. He had never seen Ink turn those colors before. He wondered if this view would become familiar to him. "This means that if you accept, I'll make sure you're taken care of."

Ink looked at him with a type of confusion so sharp it was almost disgusted. "...Huh?"

"A truce between lovers would be quite a solid thing, don't you believe?" He said dryly, his fingers twitching with the dread of someone who hasn't been told yes. "Whatever you need, I'll acquire it for you. Whatever you want, you'll have. But you'll give yourself to me."

"But not the AUs," Ink said after a moment. He couldn't distinguish the emotion in his own voice as he put his hands down. "You wouldn't stop your show just to have me, won't you?"

"I'm afraid not," Nightmare said. His eye looked down on them. He couldn't help but smile bitterly. "Of course not. You'll make no slave out of me."

"...You're funny," Ink murmured. "I like you. You're— you're intriguing, dynamic. I'd like to know where your character arc is going. I like your color palette."

"...Is that a yes?"

Ink sighed. (It was a yes.)

[russellsppttemplates]

Just imagined Tilly with one of those kid glasses that are colorful (u never said she wears glasses, but I just imagined her like that)and one huge huge matching bow in her head being all cute while watching lando streaming!🥹

"We have a special guest today with us, don't we?", Lando said into the stream as Max nodded along, already knowing who was joining his best friend on the other side of his own screen.

Matilda sat on Lando's lap and looked at the screen, now able to read the chat going off properly, "we're just going to warn you guys to keep your messages appropriate for Tilly, okay? It's a big request and we would appreciate it!", Lando said as he watched his daughter trying to catch up with the words on the screen.

"They're going too fast, daddy", she noted, looking up at him and then seeing Max, "Hi uncle Max!".

"Hello, little one! How have you been? There's something different about you though", he exaggerated, quizzically looking as Lando urged your daughter to come closer to the camera. "Is it your dress? No, I think I've seen this one before. Maybe... Is it your hair? Did mummy take you to get a haircut, Matilda?", he smiled as the little girl looked up at Lando.

She was loving the fact that apparently Max wasn't noticing her new glasses. Since she started school, Matilda complained that she couldn't quite see the board properly, and after attempts at changing her spot in the classroom and some appointments, the optometrist suggested that wearing glasses was the best course to take. She chose the most colourful pair, much like her parents' usual colour palette, and you and Lando had picked them up yesterday.

"No, my hair is the same! But I'll give you a clue: my bow is matching!", she said as she turned her head slightly, showing how she did not get a different haircut and how the bow looked a bit like the frames she picked out.

"Oh, my, word! Matilda, you have glasses now?!", Max gasped as the little girl giggled loudly in delight, the chat going mad over the interactions as Lando smiled too.

"I did, mummy and daddy got them yesterday!", she stated.

"We did, didn't we? Chat doesn't know, but Matilda had some trouble seeing things that are far away from her, right?", Lando said, kissing her cheek with little multiple kisses as she nodded, "but it's all sorted now, so she can sit here and see everything good, right, princess?", he asked, "yes, daddy, I see very well now", she said.

"Well, we're getting on with the game then! Matilda, if your super glasses see anything we don't see and spot something important, you tell us, okay?", Max said as he loaded the game.

(Thank you for your submission ✨️)

[gothic-lottie]

Chapter 16 of Making Some Sense of This is out now and a good bit of it is a flashback so I had to take the opportunity to draw Professor Fig.

“Alright Isobel, I have a list of all the school things you'll need but that can wait. We should find you some new clothes first. You'll need school uniforms, pajamas, and I imagine you'll want some casual clothes as well.” The man who had rescued me from my family the day before, Professor Fig as he'd introduced himself, went on as he led me through the bustling street.

“Professor, I don't have money for any of this.”

“Oh, don't worry about that, I'll be paying. You only have to focus on picking out what you want, though you do need at least one outfit off the rack since yours has… a hole in it…” he led me into a shop where a friendly woman greeted us. 

“Hello Eleazar, who's this? You never mentioned having a daughter.”

“This is Isobel Morgana, a new student starting at Hogwarts this year. She'll need an entire new wardrobe, do you think you could help, Alice?”

“Certainly… you don't look eleven dear, how old are you?”

“Fourteen ma'am. Almost fifteen.”

“She's starting as a fifth year. Very unusual but that's why I've been charged with getting her adjusted before the school year.”

“Very well then, let's see what we can do for you.” The woman, Alice, led me to a rack of skirts. “This is the fashionable length of skirt for girls your age. What colors do you like?”

“Do you have anything longer?”

“What? Darling, floor length skirts are for grown ladies. Enjoy being young while you can.”

“I want long skirts. Nothing short.”

“If you say so… these are our ladies skirts.”

“I like black… it feels as though it fits me.”

“A grim one, aren't you… alright then.” She took the measuring tape off her chatelaine and took a few measurements quickly before selecting a couple black skirts. “Let me find you a few blouses, one moment.” Alice wandered off to look for shirts and Professor Fig placed a hand on my shoulder. “Is something on your mind, my young friend? She's quite right, you aren't expected to dress like an adult until you turn seventeen. You are still a child.”

“I would prefer to present myself as an adult. If I am away from my mother for good, I am no child. Not anymore.”

“If that's what you want, but remember that we can buy you something more fitting of your age if you change your mind.”

“Thank you, Professor”

Alice returned then, a newfound skip in her step. “I've found just the thing.”

A few minutes later, Alice had me dressed in a soft Lilac blouse and one of the skirts I'd chosen. She'd even tied a matching ribbon around the top hat she placed on my head. “Oh, you look like such a lovely young lady.” She sang as she led me to a mirror. “You're going to be quite popular with the boys~” 

“I doubt that but this is a lovely blouse.  I should get a few more but I'll wear this one out if that's alright.”

 

Two hours later, we'd had me measured for a new corset since mine still had a hole and some blood in it, as well as having purchased school uniforms that Professor Fig assured me would change color by magic to match whatever house I was sorted into. 

As we walked down the alley, I noticed a shop just full of owls. I couldn't help but stare, thinking of how much Father Isaac would love a shop dedicated to keeping messenger owls.

“Oh, how could I forget! Thank you for reminding me, we need to get you your own owl. I know it's uncommon in the muggle world but here, most mail is sent through owl post. I'll teach you how to care for-”

“No need. I know how to care for messenger owls. A close friend keeps them as a hobby so I'm quite familiar.”

“I see… Well, you'll be better prepared than most. The only thing more useful you could have learned as a muggle would be how to speak Latin.”

“I do speak Latin. I'm Catholic and I've been reading the Bible in Latin for years now.”

“I'm impressed. That will certainly make your life here much easier.”

“Good to know.”

Professor Fig picked an owl for me before returning to the tavern we had entered the alley through.

Chapter 15 art

Chapter 17 art

Master list

[thunder-opossum]

Oh look, a redesign of an oc I've been needing to redesign for quite some time!

They were first created with this oc generator thingy

I made them more Rivulet-like (even though the whole idea of the redesign was to make them less-organic, I did the exact opposite lol)

Well anyways, here's yet another oc of mine connected to the scavs, this guy was Altered <-(haha get it?) by the scavs and now is partially robotic hooray (don't ask how they did it, the idea was Cherry's iirc)

Imagine making an oc that isn't at all connected to the scavs or iterators...

Psh, couldn't be me, if its not connected to one of them, it doesn't exist /silly

I was gonna make them look more like an axolotl, but that was a long time ago, now they are basically Rivulet 2.0 lol /silly

Originally, they were a complete land-dweller, but because of Subterranean City <-(Discord server) and their uh.. rules n stuff, I couldn't have the backstory I wanted/came up with, that was quite sad :(

Anyways..

Fun fact about this guy, they were the start of my headcanon that duller-colored slugcats (for example uhh.. Nightcat) are picked on for not being colorful and bright. Basically, the brighter the scug, the higher the "rank", that's why Gourmand is the colony leader, because they are quite a light color

Anyways, I'm going back to their original backstory of them being Altered by the scavs to become some sort of super-weapon against Arti or smth idk lol

Ooo it's ben a while since I've messed with bionic ocs

I was making this for the passage scugs project but I abandoned it. Maybe I'll bring it back later.

The design is really cool though! It's an interesting palate even with such few colors! Good job! Also wonderful posing:)))

[omentranslates]

Owari no Seraph chapter 136 english fan translation

Hi how are you. Do you wanna read a fan translation of the new ons chapter? Because I have one. You should totally also read the official from here though!

There was some promo material along with the color page I translated this time too.

Color Page: To save Everything, that's the ambition he's imbued into his sword.

Owari no Seraph chapter 316: God Resides Within Them

[Transcription of the OnS half of the following volume 32 ad page]

Knowing the truth only strengthens their desire for a path to salvation!

To bless the souls of all with forgiveness...Yuu* and Mika's fight begins!!

Having found out the truth of his own past, he's set his sights on "delivering salvation unto all in existence." His first step has been to pay Saitou and the vampires a visit and attempt to discuss with them...!?

-[chapter starts here]

Shikama: Yuu, hurry up.

Saitou: Urd!!! Do NOT let him get to the First!!

Ky: ....holy shit.

Lest: We're gonna get caught up in it too if we don't get out of here!

Shikama: Shit

Urd: O Sword.....CLEAR THE SKY ALONG WITH THE FIRST!!!

Yuu: I can tell that's bad news just by looking, what do we do about it?

Mika: Hmm...

Yuu: I wonder if we can just...tank it?

Mika: No shot, tanking that would kill us. And even if we lived we'd have been knocked too far away.

Yuu: Oh yeah, too far away to hear what the First has to say. So what then?

Mika: Mhm....

Mika: Ohhh- I've got it. We've cast curse of you can't kill us on the vampires, right?

Yuu: Uh, no I don't think they're really taking that into account with these attacks.

Mika: Well ok, but maybe that's because we're in the middle of a tumultuous battle now. So basically if we settle down and behave, our curse should go back into affect.

Yuu: Hm...

Mika: So as soon as we hear whatever the First has to say, we should just immediately let ourselves get captured and it'll be fine.

Yuu: Ok.

Mika: Alright, we've got our plan

Yuu: But how?

Mika: I'll take his attack alone until I hit empty battery, so just toss the sword into it.

Yuu: Aren't you just being suicidal again?

Mika: I'm already dead I can't be. Even if he explodes me I'll just come back whenever I eat some of your desire.

Yuu: That's gonna have ME running on empty, though.

Mika: Yeah it'll probably get you so bad you won't even be able to move, but it's better than dying right now.

Yuu: Sure I guess. Ok, I'll throw you now, then.

Mika: Great, I'll give it my all!

Yuu: *Link sounds*

Mika: *screaming*

Mika: Oh, nevermind I fucked up

Mika: YUUCHAN I FUCKED UP.

Ferid: That's the impact Urd Gilles' sword makes. Must be someone real powerful over there to cancel it out

Ferid: Am I right, My Queen

Krul: He's strong, this isn't Ferid's strength. I don't know if I can win here.

Shinya: Hey....Kureto nii-san. Are you still alive? ...Did you die?

Shinya: I gave you your next shiritori kana quite a while ago, can I consider it my win if you died? What would people say if they knew Kureto nii-san had died ragequitting shiritori....

Shinya: Uh??? Kureto nii-san, are you alive? If you really died-

Kureto: Hey.

Shinya: OH SHIT, YOU SURVIVED THAT?

Kureto: Stop being stupid. Let's set our allies loose and then get out of here, Shinya. And no dawdling.

Shinya: I know.

Yuu: I'm so hungry oh my god, this must be empty battery.

Yuu: Ok, First, I'm here! What are we talkin' about!?

Yuu: Oh, you're see-through! Wh-what the hell happened???

Shikama: I'm...being eaten.

Yuu: Eaten!? Wait by who?????

Shikama: By humans.

Shikama: I couldn't have imagined a human with enough power to do this...

Yuu: I asked who though????

Shikama: There's no time to explain. I need to transfer whatever is left of my magic and power to you before it's all stolen.

Yuu: Wh-

Mika: THAT WAS SO STUPID. I DIDN'T EVEN LAST 8 SECONDS.

Mika: HEY, HE'S SEE-THROUGH!!

Shikama: There's no time. Rigr and Urd are on their way. Before they get here, Yuu,

Yuu: What?

Shikama: You said you had found out how to resurrect Mikaela. Was that true? I've never once been able to do it.

Yuu: It was true. If you teach me how, I can do it successfully.

Shikama: Was I mistaken in the way I've been doing it?

Yuu: Yeah, all wrong.

Shikama: ...I see. But you found where that mistake was.

Yuu: I did.

Shikama: Understood. Then, since my time has run out, it's time to entrust everything to you.

The spell to resurrect Mikaela. The spell to hide this world from Paradise. The spell to destroy Paradise.

Shikama: There is a great price for you to pay for all of these. But still-

Yuu: I have my memories back, I can do it. I'll follow in your steps, I'll resurrect all of the angels.

Shikama: Ha, hahaha

Shikama: You really do surprise me, humans and homonculi both, before I even knew it you've surpassed your creator's wildest expectations.

Shikama: Alright then, I leave what's left of my power to you, who I know less and less what exactly to call.

Shinoa: I don't think so.

Shikama: .....what do you even intend to use all this power for?

Shinoa: For love.**

Shikama: How selfish, an expectedly human answer.

Shinoa: How are you any different?

Shikama: I never thought this day would come...my wish, I leave to the next generation.

Shinoa: I don't know who you were planning to give what to, but now that I have it, it won't be used to hurt anyone else.

Yuu: Ok

The power of the First’s love has been settled in that body....***

Owari no Seraph will be on hiatus next month.

T/N:

*the Yuu they use here is in katakana like they write the Homonculous's name (and how Shikama has been referring to Yuu recently)

**Shinoa uses the word for romantic love here

***changed from what I used to have after being asked for clarification, I think this version makes it more obvious which body they’re talking abt but you can still see the original with the twitter version XP

[quibbs126]

So I’ve been wanting to draw out Ceres’ beta designs for a bit now, and today I finally did that

Admittedly I probably should have drawn more than just top half sketches, but whatever

They come from this page I have saved from the art book

She has a couple others, but the picture I had on my iPad was just these five, so that’s what I did. I do like the other ones though

And now because I want to, I’m just going to talk about my thoughts on each design. It’s also why I numbered them, since they’re all Ceres, so I can’t really refer to them by other names

So let's start with 1. On the drawing side, I admit I think she ended up having a case of "being the first one drawn". You know, she's got that weirdness to her look. But anyways, back to her design in general. I really like her hair, I think it's cool looking and it's got a unique color pallet. But her outfit is literally just one of beta Velvet's outfits, so if that had been her final outfit, it would not have been that subtle who she's connected to. Even if Velvet had her final outfit, it still looks incredibly similar to hers

I do find it interesting that she's the only one to have the yellow Demon eyes, while all the rest have her normal pink. I imagine they changed it to pink to be more creative, but it is the only one different. Generally, I assume that with these concepts, they had bases of the characters already made that they put the outfits and hair on. Cherry/Plum and then Reno also have the same unchanging skin and eye colors and unchanging horns (Velvet is also the same but her eyes get to change colors). I get why they did that, but it does personally leave me wanting to see Ceres concepts where she had different horn shapes or skin tones, or even eye colors. But we don't see it, and I was trying to stay faithful to the original concepts, so oh well

Moving on to 2, I don't think her outfit's half bad, but it's still pretty Velvet-like. And her hair straight up just looks like Velvet's but with different bangs, and orange highlights instead of her pink. And personally, I just think that's kind of boring in all honesty

Now on to 3 (I don't have a tangent to go on this time). I quite like her design honestly, and when I was looking at the art before drawing, she gave me this vibe I really liked, but I don't know if I really translated into my drawing. I don't really know how to describe it other than her feeling slightly younger? But anyways yeah, I think her design's pretty neat. It's still somewhat Velvet, but it's getting unique to the point that wouldn't really be your first guess. I also originally was wondering why her hair had pink/red, since Menos doesn't have any but his other kid does, but then I realized her hair colors are Menos' blue but in Velvet's purple's shade, and then her pink comes from Velvet's pink, but with the Demon vibrancy and brightness, and I just think that's neat

Moving on to 4, something that strikes me as interesting is her hair color. It's wildly different from the others I've seen, being dark red/brown and then with gold streaks. Though honestly, I couldn't tell you where she gets it from, since her parents have pretty much only cool colors, outside of Velvet's pink, which isn't that much of a warm color. Though we do see that beta Velvets had brown, or at least warmer hair color pallets, so maybe that's where she gets it from? I don't know but I find it interesting. I also do think her design's pretty cool, and is quite unique looking. My main gripe with it is how the top bit is shortened so much. For whatever reason, in basically every other Ceres outfit design other than her final, she has to be showing off her midriff, and I really don't see why. Is it just because Velvet does it? But regardless, I feel like this is the design where it's at its most unnecessary. Like just have it extend to her waist, it'd make more sense that way. But yeah, she's interesting

And then we come to 5. I think her outfit's pretty neat, I like her pant sash thing she's got going on, and I think her shirt fits with it (though I again don't know if it needs to be a crop top). I think it's one of my favorites, and it's probably the least Velvet-esque. I also find it interesting how her hair seems the most human here, not having much spikiness at all, as well as being generally less saturated. I feel like by proxy, it has her looking the most like a mix between Demon and Human. Though admittedly, with it just being out and flat, it may not be the best to animate, especially since almost all of Ceres' scenes are in 3D. Maybe if it were in a braid or something? And also I'm a little irked that the colors are just her normal ones but more desaturated, but oh well. By that point they were likely still figuring out her color scheme, so I'm looking at it from the wrong way

Also this is random, but I want to point this out, 4 and 5 aren't wearing boots, but rather shoes. I only point this out because every main character wears boots in this game, with the exception of Menos, but you can barely tell given his pants are the exact same color

Also as I'm typing all this out I realize, Ceres was very clearly designed to be Velvet's kid, but her dad basically doesn't factor in at all in these designs outside of the hair colors and spikiness. Menos is basically just the Demon genes donor. Poor guy

Anyways yeah, that's my thoughts on these beta designs. Honestly, I want to try and take parts from each (or make up parts) to try and make an alternate Ceres design I like

But also then I realize, what would be the point of that? She already has an official, final design, and it's not like this is going to change that or how I draw canon her. Why am I even judging the beta designs in the first place? They're just concept art, and things that for whatever reason, didn't end up being incorporated into her final design. And the game came out 9 years ago, what's the point of rating old designs from an obscure game made likely over a decade ago?

I don't really know, but I also feel like furthering this line of thinking would lead me to questioning why I'm so invested in concept art and designs in the first place, since similar questions still apply

I mean sure, people can use concept art to make something new out of things, like how the CRK fandom basically made Rich Cheese into a character despite her officially just being a scrapped concept, or how people have basically made a new Wish story out of the stuff from the concepts, but here I feel like there's literally no point

I don't know, but I should probably stop now

Take these drawings I suppose, while I try not to think about questioning my life's priorities

[darkbluekies]

I was actually going to sleep then I saw you respond to my ask, I'm actually very interested and intrigued so I wanted to respond immediately!

— Jesus fucking Christ they actually measured the entirety of the ship? That level of hm, how does one describe this, pettiness or determination? Perhaps a sense of both, I mean I'd get petty too if I lost something valuable and ended up getting an unfair compensation. I wonder what the reaction of the Germans were when they realized they actually measured it.

— oh god that's actually so fucking hilarious 😭😭 getting worked up over nothing, I mean, at least they had a design? 😭

— That's quite something, Grey Ghost? Why is QMS nickname Grey Ghost? Does it have relations due to it being not found?

— I... I have no idea what to say 😭 that's actually so ironic

— Holy shit a ship sinking in just 14 minutes is plain terrifying?? Why did it sink that fast anyways?

— Wow... That's actually really sad and quite brave of him too, I don't think I've heard of the Wilhelm Gustloff disaster and 9000 deaths in one night is crazy. Hopefully that guy is doing alright, it's possible he might get survivors guilt, I might research about the disaster and see what I can find!

— woah, the first design is quite pretty! The second one reminds me of a factory for some reason

Ahh this is what little brain juice I can squeeze out from my brain, though I actually enjoyed this and it made my night more interesting! :D I'll head off to sleep now, goodnight!

—🌊

— lol apparently? there were more petty things in that affair, such as painting a ship supposed to be given to White Star Line in Germany's colors, turnign the british officers' quarters to a cleaning supply room etc lmao

— it was a design alright ... just not a good one. The wings of the golden eagle fell of during a storm so they're at the bottom of the atlantic right now. The eagle looks even more stupid without the wings😭 (picture at the bottom)

—The ship was painted fully grey because it was used as a troop ship which made it hard to find it. The ship was extremely fast, so it was fast to catch her. These two characteristics earned her the name The Grey Ghost. (picture at the bottom)

— the ships weren't even alike???? one had an funnel and whatnot?? i'm not even sure how they thought that it would work ... and it clearly didn't.

— It was a foggy night and two ships were supposed to go past each other, but in the fog they couldn't see each others lights, so a norweigan ship called Storstad rammed the side of Empress of Ireland and cut up a gigantic hole. The ship itself was almost half the size of titanic. A lot of people died that night because they didn't have the time to get out.

— I'm not even sure it was legal to sink the WG? I know that it had been a hospital ship during WW2 (it's seen as a war crime to sink a hospital ship), but it seems like it had returned to a normal ship during the time WG was sunk. The reason (i think) why it was sunk was because a lot of nazi party members were on board with their families, supposedly relocating to another country, and was sunken by soviet submarines. WIlhelm Gustloff could only carry 1465 passangers, but had around 10 000 during its sinking. Although there were many bad people on board there were children as well. The actor was a small child, so i hope that he doesn't remember much of it, because I cannot imagine the horror he must live with otherwise.

— Unfortunately, the times were changing and the edwardian design was no longer popular :( I would have loved another Olympmic class liner :(

here's a before an after of the eagle lmao

From left to right: SS Normandie, RMS Queen Mary, RMS Aquitania

I could talk about ocean liners forever. If I got paid by the hour to talk about them I would be so fucking rich I'm telling you

[m1dnyt3-w0lf]

A little fic about my Spidersona Spider-Flower and her love interest Spider Noir :D enjoy!

⚠️WARNING: MENTION OF DEATH⚠️

Monopetal

Spider-Flower(OC) x Spider Noir

Summary: Noir feels comfortable enough around Spider-Flower

   "Is this purple?"

   "Yes, this is purple." Solana said with a chuckle. She had brought Noir some lavender from her world to help him with the color. As a flower, she knew there were different shades of any color, and she made it her mission to help him learn. She watched as Noir examined the purple plant, his greyscale fingers gently touching the tiny flowers. This act made Solana's petals spread further open than usual, her version of blushing. Would he caress her own petals that way? Would he be gentle like that with her stem? Would he look upon her with the same fascination as-

   "Flower? Flower, are you alright?" Noir's voice cut through her thoughts, making her petals stick out in shock as the eyes on her mask widened.

   "Huh-what-uh-" She started before letting out a cough and nodding. "Yeah, I'm good, why?"

   "Well, I asked you a question, and you didn't answer." He told her. Her petals began to close in on themselves as embarrassment filled her.

   "Oh! Sorry about that. What was your question?"

   "I was asking which shade of purple is this. I know we've been covering a lot of different shades and wanted to know which one this was." Noir said, his voice sounding like a melody to Solana's ears. Or rather, whatever was equivalent to that in a flower.

   "Oh, it's the same name as the flower. Lavender." Solana told him brightly, her voice echoing a little louder. She doesn't have a mouth, so her voice mostly emits from her and echoes softly. The echo changes with her tone, giving it a stronger or weaker effect.

    "Was the color named first or the flower?" He asks, looking at her quizzically. Solana chuckled a bit nervously. She wasn't as smart as the other Spiders in the Society. She was a flower mutated by her radioactive spider, so she didn't have that smart brain the majority of Spiders had. She couldn't even read or write.

   "I think the flower?" She tried, picking at the vines that made up her arm. She was currently in her human-size form.

   "Mhm." Noir hummed in thought, going back to inspecting the flower. Solana watched him, taking in every feature of him as if she was taking it in for the first time all over again. His lack of color fascinated her. It made her want to paint him herself. Not that it was possible, anything that got on Noir's person would inevitably lose its color and retain his grayscale hue. It fascinated Solana how holding something doesn't get affected, but as soon as it's on his body, the colors fade away. She couldn't help but wonder how it worked exactly.

   "Y-You're a little too close there, Petal." Noir said, facing her. Solana's mask's eyes widened as she quickly sat back down in her nearly vacated seat.

   "Sorry!" Her echoed voice warbled slightly as her petals began to close in on her. She could hear Noir give a chuckle in response. She got even more embarrassed. How could she be so stupid not to realize what she was doing?!

   "If you wanted to see my face, Petal, all you had to do was ask."

   "Wh-what?! Oh, no, Noir, really-" Solana's petals opened up in a frenzy.

    "It's quite alright, I don't mind." He assured her. He had long since put the lavender down. "I've been wanting to show you anyway."

   "You have?" Solana squeaked out. If flowers could blush, she'd be brighter than the sun! Well…as if she wasn't already.

   "I have. I don't trust many people to see my face, you see? But…I thought you were as trustworthy as it gets." He confided. Solana's fake heart skipped a beat. How was that possible? She didn't know, but she sure felt it.

    "I am? Do you really think so?" Solana's hopes soared. After ages of spending time with Noir and imagining what that surely handsome face would look like, she was finally going to see it! The vines that made up her body shivered in delight.

   "I do think so." He said, taking off his hat and fiddling with it in his hands. Solana was sure her mask's eyes were open bigger than they've ever been before.

   She watched with bated breath as Noir gently set down his hat and brought his hand up to his mask, wrapping his fingers underneath the thin fabric and showing a sliver of flawless, light gray skin. If Solana could gulp, she would. Her sight was locked onto the small bit of his neck she could see. Noir seemed to hesitate, his mask's eyes narrowing slightly in thought. Solana thought to say something, but the words died in her throat as he continued to lift his mask up. More of his neck showed. Then his chin. His lips were next, holding an awkwardly cute smile. If Solana had a heart, it would be hammering against her chest. Noir stopped for a moment.

   "Ready, Petal?" He asked gently, lips moving along with his words. Solana couldn't stare anywhere else but his lips. She could only nod. So, with a faster pace, Noir took his mask fully off his face and looked at his flower friend with an expectant face.

   Solana could feel herself wilt.

   There in front of her was the same face she failed to save. The same face she failed to protect. The same face who pleaded for her help. The same face she purposely let die.

   The face of Peter Parker.

   A deep ringing overcame Solana's hearing as panic bubbled up in her. The world around her began to tilt. She stumbled as she started to quickly move away from Noir, making the poor man frown.

   "Solana, are you alright?" Noir asked softly, his eyebrows drawing in tightly in a worried expression. Words died in Solana's throat as she stared in fear.

   "Peter…" She breathed out.

   "Yes, that's my name." He said with a light tone, an attempt to ease her worries. Noir attempted to reach out to Solana but only succeeded in making the poor flower scuttle backward and falling off the bench they sat at. Solana let out a grunt but didn't let it phase her as she stumbled to her feet. Peter-no-Noir looked pained. After who knows how long, Solana finally got her wish to see Noir's face, and it was nothing but hurt and confusion.

   “Petal, Doll, are you alright there?” Noir asked with worry set deeply in his tone. Solana only continued to back away before finally speaking.

   “Please, just stay away.” She said as Noir's face completely fell. He watched her thwip away on her web of vines, leaving him in absolute distraught and regret.

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[lostonehero]

Hello I am back I just fucked my sleep schedule by taking a 5 hour nap it's 930pm and I've got got work at 8am woop

And I'm doing a double

So enjoy this train wreck of a chapter

Henry was helping clean off the glass of the puppet exhibit, humming an old tune. "Now, isn't that better?" He smiles and moves over the old cleaning cart. "Off to the next one." He stops as a child runs in front of him. "Oh, hello, little one. Are you lost?"

"He looks like he's trying to run." William raised his brow. "Kind of reminds me of Micheal."

The boy with the bandage on his nose huffs. "Why do you have two color eyes?"

"Yeah, Micheal." William chuckles

Henry smiles. "Because of an old friend." He holds out his hand. "My name is Henry. What's your name?"

The boy sighs. "I'm Gregory." He huffs. "I want to see something scary."

Henry smiles. "Oh, you'll have to wait for the night tours for that."

William crouches down the best he can as he floats. "Why not show him springtrap? My old bones are inside."

"Why are you British?" Gregory frowns, staring at William.

Evan is running by a mirror and huffs. "You can't just ask why someone is British."

Gregory rolls his eyes. "Why not?"

Henry blinks and has a strained smile sparing a glance to William for a moment. "Ah Gregory, who are you talking to?"

Gregory goes to answer before he is scooped up. "Mr. Emily, I am so sorry." Vanessa is holding Gregory. "He has an ability to run off."

Henry chuckles. "Vanessa, this must be your nephew. I knew the name sounded familiar."

"Vanessa put me down. The weird British man said there's bones in springtrap. You said I could see something scary." Gregory tries to get out of her grip.

"British man? Mr. Fritz went to the back office. Also, that old rumor isn't true."

"Mikey isn't in the back office he's over there." Evan is pointing to Micheal making his way around the puppet exhibit.

"Why does Micheal use a false last name?" William sighs. "And it's not a rumor it's my body. Henry, shouldn't you be embracing that fact for the night tours."

"No, the weird British man with purple eyes." Gregory huffs as Vanessa puts him down.

"Stay put." She sighs. "Purple eyes? Gregory, there isn't anyone here who has that."

"You can see my daddy?" Evan points to the mirror. "Ah yeah, he's there."

Vanessa looks to the mirror and sighs. "Your inventions are quite impressive, Mr. Emily."

Henry blinks and smiles. "Thank you, and uh, the purple eye man has a name."

"The crying kid calls him dad." Gregory points to Evan, who Henry can't see.

"What?" William looked over to where Gregory was pointing and doesn't see anything.

Henry smiles again. "You have an interesting nephew."

Evan huffs. "He's mean, Mikey tell Uncle Henry he's mean."

Micheal comes into view and sighs. "Hello, Mr. Emily, Gregory, and Vanessa." He rubs his temples.

"Uncle? Why did the crying kid call you Uncle?" Gregory huffs and jumps away from Vanessa.

"Again, I'm sorry, Mr. Emily. My nephew has a big imagination." Vanessa sighs, finally grabbing Gregory's hand.

Henry shut his eyes and took a breath. "How about we step into my office to talk?"

....

Vanessa sighs, sitting in the security office. Gregory is next to her, and Jeremy is to her other side. Micheal was leaning against the lockers, and Henry was in front of all of them. She was getting fired. She had to be from her nephew.

Henry's eyes trail to Gregory, and then he turns to Micheal. He sighs as he rubs his face. "Vanessa, do you know the rumors about the history about this place?"

"You mean the dead kids?" Gregory sticks his tongue out again, spotting Evan, who huffs hanging on Micheal.

"Gregory... i... right." She stops as Henry holds up his hand.

"Well, they aren't exactly wrong." Henry sighs, sparing a glance to someone Vanessa couldn't see.

"They aren't?" Vanessa frowns.

"There is a reason why I want to open at night." He pauses and leans back. "I didn't build the mirrors. They are just mirrors." He moves forward, looking at Gregory. "The little boy who looks like he's crying, his name is Evan."

Evan has climbed up to sit on top of the lockers. "Don't tell him my name. He's mean."

"I'm not mean you're a baby." Gregory sticks his tongue out again.

Micheal shuts his eyes and takes a breath. He rubs his temples.

Henry sighs. "As I was saying, Evan was one of the first kids to uh..." He covers his face and then runs his hands through his hair.

"Does being dead turn you British." Gregory asks, pointing to William.

Micheal covers his mouth, barely holding back a laugh.

"Oh yeah, that's right, your father's British." Jeremy snaps his fingers.

Micheal covers his face. "Neither of you are helping."

Henry snaps his fingers. "Can we please focus? No being dead doesn't change your nationality or your accent." He sighs. "What I'm trying to say Vanessa is that the dead linger around here. You'll probably believe me more if you visit tonight at 9. They start to wake up after the sun goes down."

Gregory hides behind his aunt as Evan face drips blood and looks crushed.

Micheal stands up straight, face pale. "Evan no." He covers his face, taking a deep breath. "Nope, can't handle that."

Evan shakes his head, returning to normal. "Mikey?" He's pulled as Micheal rushes out of the room. "Mikey, wait!"

Gregory holds onto Vanessa and watches the two leave. "Why did his head look crushed?"

Henry pales. "Jeremy, go get Micheal. Now." His tone didn't leave room for argument as he watched the blonde man run out of the room. "I know this is a lot to digest, but if you want, come by tonight, and it will make more sense."

Vanessa frowns. "Is Mr. Fritz, ok?" She pauses. "I'm not fired?"

It was Henry's turn to have a look of confusion. "What? No, why would you be fired?" He stops and runs his hands through his hair again. "Will you be coming by tonight?"

"Can I come?" Gregory climbs back on his chair. "The crying kid wasn't even that scary."

"If you want to, but please be respectful to the others." Henry sighs.

Vanessa nods. "Yes, sir, uh Mr. Emily. So I'm not fired."

"Again, no." Henry sighs.

William has moved to watch out the doorframe.

"Uh, who's the British guy?" Gregory huffs as Vanessa flicks his ear.

"Gregory, Mr. Fritz just left." Vanessa sighs.

"No, not him." Gregory points to the doorway where Vanessa can't see anyone.

"That's William." Henry sighs.

"As in William Afton, your former partner who went missing?" Vanessa raises her brow. "That would mean..."

"I'm dead." William sighs, looking back into the room.

"If that's the case, then the crying kid is also dead. How come he can walk, and you float?"

William floats over hovering above Gregory. "Evan is better at the spirit thing than I am."

"Is that because you're old?"

William looks over to Henry and then back to the kid. "No?"

Vanessa sighs. "Again, I'm sorry."

Henry shakes his head. "Don't William can entertain Gregory as we talk more in depth."

Vanessa nods and moves closer so she can talk to her boss.

....

Vanessa frowns. "I'm sorry, Mr. Emily, I know I'm not really reacting..."

"Vanessa, it's fine. we process things in different ways." Henry looks over to Gregory explaining something to William that the man has no idea what he is talking about. "Does he know yet?" He pauses and shakes his head. "Are you ok?"

"No..." She sighs. "You just told me something impossible and terrifying, and you're still asking if I'm ok. What about you? Sir, you..."

"Vanessa, I'm fine." Henry smiles. "Are you sure it's ok for Gregory to come by tonight?"

She nods. "Yeah, maybe he'll stop asking to see something scary." She sighs. "Thank you, sir."

....

Evan got dragged somewhere, and he was just trying to make Gregory stop teasing him. He had the ability to show what he looked like when he died. All the kids did. Lizzie liked to use her broken body to crawl weirdly. Why did Mikey get upset? He wasn't mad about the bite anymore, and he forgave him.

"Micheal....?"

"Mommy?" Evan blinked. She can't be in here. She can't leave Ballora.

"A mistake." She hums.

Evan furrows his brows and squints as the light above starts shining. He blinks, getting his eyes to adjust. Micheal had the mask on from his birthday, and why was mom there? Mom left his party early because she had a show.

Micheal was splattered with blood. He was hyperventilating and crying. He was shaking really bad.

"You killed your brother. You couldn't even watch your sister, and she died on your hands, too." Clara chuckles. "Now be a good son for once and get on the table."

A metal table lit up, making its presence known. Evan watched Micheal sway and walk to it as chains erupt from the table, binding him to it.

"Mikey?" Evan whimpered as his mom walked right through him like he wasn't there. "Mikey, come on, this isn't funny."

"Run run run, but the fox always gets caught and ripped apart by dogs in the end." Clara hums a tray of tools that were laid out in front of her. "Now, if you would behave, I wouldn't have to do this."

Voices echo startling Evan.

"You killed your brother."

"Murderer."

"Monster."

"Freak."

Evan frowns watching Micheal cry he isn't struggling. He should be trying to get out of the chains, and mom had a knife, and she was, she was...

Evan screamed. That was too much red, too much red. Mommy wouldn't stop hitting Micheal, and Micheal said he deserved it. He didn't understand. He didn't want to understand.

Evan runs up to the table. He runs right through Clara like she wasn't real. He grabs on to Micheal's arm. "Mikey, Mikey, Mikey, MIKEY." Evan repeated over and over.

"Mikey, I'm sorry." Evan was crying. "Mikey, I'll be better, please." The table was gone, and Micheal was lying on the ground. "Mikey, you have to wake up."

Evan curls up next to Micheal, hugging his arm. "Micheal?" He tugs at his arm. "Micheal, come on. Please? I'll go back to fredbear, and I'll apologize to the mean kid, and I'll, I'll..."

Micheal gives a shuddering breath and pulls his arm away from Evan. His eyes open, and he stares at Evan. He couldn't speak. Even in his head, he couldn't talk. He pulls himself up to sit.

"Mikey?" Evan flinched, watching Micheal stretch long metal tendrils came out of his back, his right eye glowing purple. There was a zipper on his chest that went down to his stomach.

Evan jumped back as the metal tendrils wrapped around Micheal to cover himself. "Mikey?"

Micheal reaches his hand out and then stops seeing them skeletonized. He gasps when Evan grabs his hand.

"Mikey, why do you look weird?" Evan frowns, still crawling into his lap.

Micheal sighs and combs his hands through Evan's short hair. A note appears, and Evan grabs it.

"I didn't hide." Evan puffs out his cheeks. "I was brave."

Micheal snickers and hugs Evan.

"No talking?" Evan frowns. He can remember only one time Micheal didn't talk, Mommy got very mad at him. But this was ok, Micheal wasn't hurt. "No talking is ok."

Micheal sighs and leans back when Evan turns around.

"You have fox ears, and the metal isn't cold like fredbear." Evan reaches out and grabs one of Micheal's fox ears. "It's soft."

Micheal, let's out a breath, but he is smiling. Well, Evan thinks he is his mouth looks a bit too long, Mikey showed him these scars before.

Evan grabs Micheal's hand. "Bones?" His hand is much smaller than Micheal's. "Still bigger than mine." He looks behind Micheal and sees a long, thick devil tail. "That's like the weird poster you had. Daddy didn't like it." Evan reaches around and grabs it. "Heavy..."

Micheal pulls Evan away and shakes his head.

"Ok, no touching." Evan smiles as Micheal nods. "Feeling......" He blinks in the light.

....

Micheal blinks and stares at the ceiling. He's in the bathroom, and... he grimaced, brushing his hand through his hair and feeling the familiar sticky mass. He stared at his hand, and it was covered in red.

"Mikey?" Evan was next to him as he pulled himself up.

Micheal sighs, getting up and turning on the sink to get the blood out of his hair the best he can. Thankfully, he managed to get the unisex bathroom and lock the door.

"Mikey?" Evan has stuck to Micheal's side. "Are you ok?"

Micheal gives Evan a thumbs up.

"No talking?" Evan frowns and points to the door when Micheal is finished getting the blood out of his hair.

Micheal sighs and unlocks it, and Jeremy is on the other side. He holds his hand up and points to his throat.

"Ok, nonverbal." Jeremy smiles. "No blood?"

Micheal shrugs and points to the corner where he hits his head. Most have been washed out.

"Ok, that's good." Jeremy sighs. "Evan?"

"I'm ok, I was very brave." Evan looks up at Jeremy.

Micheal nods and gives Jeremy a hug.

"Ok, good. Alright, little man, your brother is going to be nonverbal for a bit. Uh, he won't be talking for awhile, dunno how long, but don't hold it against him." Jeremy smiles, spotting Evan in the mirror. He has climbed up to the sink.

Micheal sighs and leans on Jeremy.

"Ew, you smell like wet hair and blood." Jeremy laughs, feeling Micheal shake in a silent laugh. "Alright, alright, come on, we have to head back before your uncle gathers a search party."

"What's that? It doesn't sound like a good party." Evan hums as he walks behind Micheal.

Micheal smiles softly and holds onto Jeremy's hand.

..

Henry smiles, watching William talk to Gregory, granted Gregory is more interested in sticking his hand through William than listening, but it was still a nice sight. "Do you need help with his room?"

Vanessa sighs. "Not yet, but probably will when he gets comfortable." She crosses her arms. "How do you prepare for a kid?"

"You don't." Henry chuckles. "You just try your best." His attention, along with everyone else, is pulled away to Jeremy and Micheal returning.

"Mr. Fritz and Jeremy, how are you two?" Vanessa smiles.

"Why's your hair wet?" Gregory looks up, frowning.

Jeremy smiles. "Ah, you know the sink, anyway...."

Evan huffs standing in front of Micheal.

Micheal sighs and takes out his phone, sending a text to Henry.

Henry raises his brow and looks at his phone, then pauses. He always knew Micheal was a bit off growing up, and it didn't slow Charlie down. He also knew William tried his best to shield Micheal when he wasn't well. Now he knows under Clara's strings. He puts his phone to his side. They didn't really have a polite term for this in their youths or even in Micheal's youth, but it didn't matter. He smiles. "That's ok, Micheal. Vanessa and Gregory here are going to join us later tonight."

Micheal nods and takes a seat.

"Yeah, it's supposed to be scary." Gregory smirks. "I highly doubt it."

Henry smiles. "That's enough for now. You're free to explore."

Gregory hums. "I want to see the creepy puppet again."

Henry sighs. "That creepy puppets name is Charlie, and be nice to her tonight."

Gregory shrugs and runs off. Vanessa follows behind.

"You two talked?" Jeremy looks back to Henry.

"We did." He looks back to Micheal. "Is Evan ok?"

Micheal nods and gives a thumbs up.

....

Henry sighs, sitting on the couch next to William. He knew he needed to nap before this night shift, but he really didn't want to be asleep. He can feel his claws eager to rip at something. He needed to destroy something, anything he felt restless.

William stares at his friend, he knew Henry isn't in a good mindset from the inky black traveling up his hands to his elbow. He knows Micheal had a bad breakdown, and Evan had to witness it. Henry did offer for Evan to join them, and he would love to hold his youngest again, but Evan and Micheal refused. Mostly Evan from Micheal's reaction.

Henry flexes his hand, taking a breath. "I think I should be in my own mind...." He trails off as he watches William avert his gaze. "William?"

William sighs and reaches out against his own stubbornness and grabs onto Henry's shirt. He looks away. "I'm worried about Micheal and Evan. I don't even know if Evan understood what happened, and Micheal isn't talking. He can't explain to Evan what happened."

Henry sits back down.

William sighs, covering his face. "I know Micheal's different, but it didn't matter to me. Now Evan saw something in his mind that he probably never should have seen. He's eight Henry, and he can't understand what Micheal went through."

Henry places his hand on William's thigh. "William, we both know Micheal is stronger than he lets on."

"I just... I want to hold my boys Henry." William crosses his arms. "Why did I ever let her in my head? Why didn't I run away when it was arranged? Micheal's, my baby boy. Why did I ever hate him?"

Henry moves a little closer and grabs William's hand. "The past is the past, and we can't change it." He sighs, holding his friend's hand. "We can move forward and help him now."

"Y-yeah." He takes a breath and puts Henry's hand back to his lap, and let's go. "How about we get up, maybe make dinner for him."

Henry frowns he doesn't understand why the lack of contact is upsetting him. He's never been someone who wants contact from one person. He's touchy, yes, but he's like that with everyone. Why did William feel different?

William sighs and shakes his head, getting up. "No, no, there's already too many leftovers in the fridge." He sighs. "Micheal would also worry about you not getting enough sleep." He taps his fingers against his thigh. "I suppose we wait for the alarm."

Henry shook his head, trying to focus himself. He took a breath. "How about another game of chess?"

William frowns but nods. "That sounds like a way to pass the time."

....

"Evan!" Lizzie called out.

Micheal felt Evan leave and watch him jump into the mirror. He waves and sighs.

"Is he coming back?" Jeremy looks back to Micheal.

Micheal nods.

"Cool, so no fun stuff." Jeremy giggles as Micheal mock punches him. "Hey, you're just as much of a fiend as I am."

Micheal waves his hand.

"Yeah, yeah, I know you're not comfortable when you can't talk." He smiles at the kiss. "You know I like teasing you."

Micheal grabs his hand and smiles.

"Oh? What's got you in a good mood?" Jeremy chuckles at the scene. Micheal is pointing at Evan, and Charlie are jumping mirror to mirror, and Lizzie is waving a mock flag.

"How cute." Jeremy smiles. "Come on, let's make sure things are in order before everyone else comes."

Micheal nods and holds his flashlight.

......

Henry hums, looking behind him. "Ah, you two arrived just on time." He smiles, unlocking the doors. "Now remember, be nice."

Gregory pulls away from Vanessa running inside, and a scared yelp is heard.

"Gregory?" Vanessa runs in after him. "Gregory, are.... oh." She steps back as the puppet stretches and climbs the glass.

"Charlie says hi." Henry walks in behind the two. "Vanessa is the head of day security, and that's her nephew Gregory. He's a year older than Evan."

A childlike voice burst from the puppet. "I like new guest daddy. Hi, I'm Charlie."

Gregory hides behind Vanessa. "But the puppet isn't supposed to move... or talk."

Vanessa pauses and takes a breath. "Your Mr. Emily's daughter?"

Henry chuckles. "Come on, darling, head to the mirror, you're spooking little Gregory." The puppet crawls back to their box, and a dirty blonde hair girl has jumped into the mirror. She is missing her front right tooth and is wearing overalls.

The loudspeaker crackles to life. "Daddy."

Then the rush of static and Henry steps back rubbing his jaw. He turns to see William tackled by Lizzie and Evan. He thought it would feel crowded, but it just felt like a quiet buzz. It did cause his jaw to ache, but he couldn't tell if that was from William's happiness or the two extra spirits that have joined the two.

Gregory moves away from Vanessa and to the mirror. "Who are you? Why were you in the puppet?"

"Daddy built me the puppet." Charlie hums. "I like the puppet. Why wouldn't I be in there?"

"It's creepy." Gregory huffs, there were more kids around them.

"You're weird." Charlie giggles and jumps to the next mirror. "You're alive." She jumps to another. "Well, wanna meet the others."

Gregory nods, trying to hide his smile. "I want to see the other animotronics moving."

Charlie giggles again as Gregory chases her the many mirrors.

Henry sighs. "Are you alright? He turns his attention to Vanessa.

"There's a lot of kids.." Vanessa frowns

Henry frowns. "I know."

....

William chuckles Lizzie has climbed on his shoulders, and Evan is under his arm. "Alright, you two little mischief makers, where's your older brother?"

Lizzie giggles and points. "Mikey is with his boyfriend."

Evan looks up, smiling. "By foxy, uh Fritz. Jeremy wanted to see if his bloodstain was still there. Mikey isn't talking yet."

William hums. "That's fine, Micheal doesn't have to talk if he doesn't want to. Now Lizzie, have you've been behaving?"

"Yessssss." She giggles. "I've been doing gril stuff with Cassady and bothering Mommy. Evan can do gross boy stuff with Micheal."

"Boys aren't gross. You're just weird." Evan jumps out of William's grasp and sticks his tongue out at Lizzie.

"I'm pretty, though." Lizzie twisted her neck, making Evan frown.

Evan sticks his tongue out.

William sighs. "Lizzie, don't freak out your brother. Evan, don't tempt your sister."

"Yes, Daddy." The two kids say together.

William smiles. "Alright, we got to wait for your uncle. Well, I have to wait. You two are free to do as you please."

"I wanna wait." Lizzie says, jumping down to hold on to William's left hand while Evan holds on his right.

"I'll go back to Mikey later." Evan hums, hugging William's hand.

"Mikeys weird." Lizzie huffs. "He likes Jeremy, and he's weird."

"They're both weird." William chuckles.

"Nuhuh, Mikey can do better. Jeremy's too happy."

"I like Jeremy, he's nice."

William smiles. "I'm glad you two approve of your brother's choice in people."

Lizzie sighs. "I guess, but Mikey can do better, like a ballerina or a firefighter."

William chuckles. "How about you tell Micheal that yourself?

Lizzie huffs. "Jeremy isn't that bad." She crosses her arms.

Evan hums. "He makes Mikey gross drinks."

"Gross drinks?"

"Coffee is gross." Evan sticks his tongue out in disgust.

"You got to try coffee. No fair."

William sighs. "Micheal drinks his straight, which I don't exactly approve of."

"It's bitter and gross."

.....

Henry rubs his jaw. It's gotten more uncomfortable he wants to bite directly into a sheet of ice. He sighs. "Don't look so concerned, I must have a cavity or something. I still have my original teeth, all things considered." The lie came out easier than the truth.

Vanessa smiles. "So, uh, I have to ask. Did he kill them all?"

Henry pauses. "William, no. He only took 9 of these kids, his wife Clara." He stops as he gives a scowl in that direction. "Took all the other kids except Evan. His death was an accident." He sighs. "The kids have forgiven William, and I can't, but I have moved forward."

"Did he...." Vanessa trails off.

"Yes, but Charlie is happy, and even though she can, she refuses to move on. I do my best to help these kids. It's a lot safer than letting them roam freely. Most don't understand how strong the animotronics are." He stops spotting Micheal. "Be happy you weren't a night guard in the old locations."

Jeremy has his face pressed against the glass as foxy leans close to their side of the glass. "Ok, Fritz, that's good. Micheal, your flashlight." Jeremy takes the flashlight. Micheal handed him.

A 13 year old boy jumped to the mirror. "Can you see anything?"

"Give me a moment." Jeremy huffs. "They cleaned you up pretty well. I can't even see any stains."

"No fair." Fritz crosses his arms.

"You're telling me I wanted to see my blood stains." Jeremy sighs. "Alright, you can go back."

Henry sighs. "I told you I cleaned foxy myself, Jeremy."

"Yeah, but...." Jeremy huffs. "Oh, can I be in the exhibit during Halloween?"

Henry sighs and gives a look to Micheal, who just shrugs.

Gregory returns by foxy, and Charlie giggles from the mirror. "You're slow."

"Am not." Gregory huffs. "You cheat."

Vanessa smiles. "Did you have fun?"

Gregory looks away, crossing his arms. "They aren't that bad. This place is better at night."

Henry smiles. "I'm glad you enjoy this place. It will be opened up at night starting in October."

"I'm gonna be the scariest one." Lizzie giggles.

"I don't want to scare anyone." Evan frowns.

William picks both of them up. "Alright, you two, we're going to the mirror to be seen by your brother."

Micheal stares at the mirror. The image of his father carrying his two younger siblings makes him smile. He waves at them.

"Hi, Mr. Afton, and little Afton children." Jeremy kisses Micheal's cheek. "Afton adult."

Micheal rolls his eyes.

Jeremy smirks. "You love me."

Lizzie sticks her tongue out.

Evan giggles and jumps out onto Micheal's shoulder. Micheal shivers, feeling the sudden invasion, but it isn't bad. it just hasn't gotten used to it. "Now I'm back with Mikey."

"Why don't you join your brother?" William smiles, ruffling his daughters hair.

"Because boys are gross." Lizzie huffs.

"Your uncle is a boy."

"Uncle Henry doesn't count." Lizzie huffs, jumping into a different mirror heading back to Baby.

Henry chuckles. "We both know you can't argue with kid logic, William."

"Oh hush." William smiles. "Thanks."

Henry shakes his head. "Don't thank me. You would have done the same for me."

"Afton?" Vanessa raises her brow.

Jeremy chuckles. "Micheal doesn't want special treatment, so he uses a different last name."

Vanessa pauses only for a moment, realizing why Micheal uses a different name. "I get it."

Gregory pulls at Vanessa hand. "Do you think we can come back?"

Henry smiles and approaches him. "Of course you are welcome to. You'll have to ask your aunt to make sure it's ok with me first before the night tours start."

"Ok..." Gregory pulls again. "I'm gonna go back by the creepy puppet."

"It's Charlie." Charlie huffs jumping mirror to mirror following Gregory. "And the puppet is cute."

Vanessa smiles again. "Thank you, sir."

"Don't worry about it." Henry smiles. "Just stay away from Ballora and keep him away from her as well."

"Understood." Vanessa starts to walk after Gregory.

[minutiaeoflife]

Take Me Home, Country Roads

* Before you proceed on reading this blog, I suggest you listen to this song as you go on reading every bit of this blog. You may decline this suggestion though, no pressure 😊 *

As we grow older every year, we can't deny the fact that we missed being a child. Being a child feels like we're problem free. Although, before we consider running away from our parents or guardians when they're about to get us to sleep as one of our main problems just because we want to play outside with our friends.

Our featured kid for this blog is a very adorable little girl. We will call her by her nickname, Luna.

Our little Luna is now a healthy 3 year old kid. She can now walk steadily as she was able to learn balancing when she was still 1 year old. She can run aggressively as well, and can climb on chairs expertly, without any help. Although there are certain actions or things where she still needs a little bit of guidance from her mother like wearing, and changing her clothes and taking a bath, in which I find relatable as well since I was also like that to my Mom when I was still young. But with the rest like brushing her teeth and drinking water from glasses, are one of the things that she can do all by herself.

In terms of Luna's growth, according to her Mom, her weight hasn't drastically changed yet, she's not malnourished or obese as well, so far her weight has been consistently 13 kilos. As they have observed, she hasn't grown taller as well. Although those are the factors that other people or parents might be worried about, but for them, it's normal, probably it's because Luna might be experiencing slow growth, like that, and besides that, seeing Luna personally, she's doing fine and well for her age. She's also actively playing with her friends, running around the field, going back to their house to either rest for a while or talk to her Mom or his brother, then go back to her friends again.

Riding a bicycle is currently Luna's favorite pastime, every time she comes home from school, or after she takes a nap, she always goes to her friends then they'll ride the bicycle together. Aside from that, Luna can take commands or errands now, whenever her mother tells her to buy something, she immediately obeys her then goes out to buy it. She already knows how to buy such products at a very young age, and I'm quite shocked about that information. I just couldn't believe that kids like her can do those things because it's all new to me. I didn't experience being told to buy things at the sari-sari store, and take note, Luna's just a 3 year old kid, while me, the first time I was able to buy at a sari-sari store was when I was 10 years old, imagine the gap between us, it's quite crazy how she could do that but oh well, we grew up in a different place and generation so I think that's one thing that separates us.

Luna could now actually talk in complete sentences. I was able to have an opportunity to chitchat with her as she goes near to us when his brother was showcasing his artworks to me (in which you will read later on ;⁠-⁠), in the next blog). She talked to me about how she could do this and that just like what his brother has been doing, drawing and coloring to be exact. One thing that I've noticed is that she always holds my hand to attract my attention and then proceeds on talking to me, she doesn't like it whenever I don't listen to her lol ^⁠_⁠^.

Luna cannot yet distinguish colors but she can already recognize shapes. When I asked her “What color is this?”, she just looked at me and smiled 😅 then proceeds on telling me “It's color red!” but it's a color blue 😭. When I asked her “What shape is this?” (I'm actually pertaining to the shape of the Sun in his brother's homework), she successfully answered, “Circle!”. She was so happy to see me clapped for her, then I went on to another set of asking and teaching her what color is this one and the shapes. She can remember things clearly as well, when she was asked by their teacher where a fish can be usually seen, she answered, in a creek. But when their teacher corrected them that a fish can also be seen in the ocean, she immediately understood that concept and was able to remember it when she was asked by her Tita Aya about it. She cannot yet write, her attention span is quite sensitive as to whenever she sees a bike, she immediately goes to it and plays. So whenever her Mom teaches her to write, she finds it difficult to make her focus, as she's easily distracted by the things around her.

Luna sleeps from 8pm then wakes up at 6am. It's a constant routine of her together with his younger brother. She goes to school from 8am to 10:30am. She immediately takes a nap after coming home from school. After she wakes up from an afternoon nap, she immediately goes outside to play with her friends. There are instances where Luna tends to be shy at new people, or approaching them, but easily warms up after sometime.

Luna can now feel emotions too, whenever she feels like people made her feel like she's not included, she tends to get upset about it. Whenever she gets upset, it's just shallow, she easily gets over it. Not like us, adults, we tend to plant grudge or resentment onto the things/people that made us upset. She cannot yet distinguish her feelings or emotions, like what's the difference between happiness and sadness.

Luna recently shows signs of independence, like when she tells her Mom that she can do this, and that on her own, although she still needs guidance, yet she's firm with her decision that she's capable of doing it on her own. I like the way her Mom gently explains it to her that she still needs help or guidance as her Mom knows better than her, and Luna seems to understand it and was able to grasp the situation.

As I was observing Luna, I suddenly missed the times when I was still a kid. Writing this makes me feel emotional as the feelings of wanting to go back to the past is going stronger than ever. It's like a sudden hit of nostalgia.

Take Me Home, Country Roads is a song that holds a special place to my heart, as this song was always played by my grandfather at their house. This song is a heartfelt ode to West Virginia, painting a vivid picture of its landscapes and evoking a deep sense of nostalgia and belonging. This timeless classic speaks to the yearning for home and the comfort it brings, in which I could relate to childhood. Whenever you see your childhood photos, it's like reminiscing about the old times which can be comparable to the song in which the song was inspired by their drive along Interstate 81, which runs primarily through West Virginia. The nostalgia that you feel whenever you see your younger self through a picture can make yourself emotional. For me, I always want to go back as a kid, as this journey of becoming an adult is quite overwhelming. It's like I'm yearning for a home that I always want to go back to, and the comfort that I'm always seeking for when I became an adult.

Here's a favorite quote of mine from Robert Brault, which is a reflection of what I'm trying to insinuate in the last paragraph.

"In childhood, we press our nose to the pane, looking out. In memories of childhood, we press our nose to the pane, looking in." – Robert Brault

Love,

Irish & Jairine <3

Here's a bit of a sneak peek to our lil bubbly Luna 💚✨

photo ops; 🫶🏻

[tero-ga]

Aaaaanother TGAA SwapAU stuff and it is my wonderful boy Albert as the prosecutor!!

I've changed some of the designs in this one like the jacket color to white to make a resemblance of a lab coat and reflecting of Kazuma white school uniform, as well trying to bring more Frankenstein's Monster vibe too hehe (aaand make him look more miserable too). He is also have a locket that have a painting of him and his two brothers, it was given by Andrew during his wedding!

I also made bunch of character that related to Swap!Albert's life from 10 years ago, like Andrew(Klint's roleswap) and his other brother Michael, university Barok and Albert, etc. more info about the are there down below 👇👇

First of I wanted to say I'm sorry I can't do full render of everyone here, do that with all of them would be death sentence for me so I couldn't do it 😭😭 Anyway without further ado, I'm going right into it! Start from left to right!

This first one Ryunosuke father replacing as Genshin Asogi. At first while brainstorming I was thinking of maybe do three switch around with Genshin, Jigoku, and Yujin but the it somehow felt weird for me. Then the thought of maybe involving Auchi in this too (like, imagine him being swap with Jigoku wouldn't that be funny and terrifying thought), but discarded that idea out because of Menimemo would have no one to swap with (i have to i'm sorry). Sooo I ended just design him from scratch, he is quite easy to figure out since Genshin doesn't really have much going on with him, but since we don't have any idea of original Ryunosuke's parents at all I have to take idea from something else, and that is his daruma doll for his eyes (he is half blind!! :D) and Phoenix DD/SOJ design (droopy hair and light vest) and everything else is from Genshin. His name is Ryuuki Naruhodo since Ryunosuke is another name for Ryuichi so I want to keep the train going!!

Andrew the screwdriver, oh I missed him- Anyway, I redesign his outfit because tbh his previous outfit is ridiculous 😭 it's funny and fun but I do want to take him seriously now. I'm tried to keep the A shape still but it's less subtle now, I think it turned out okay!! (Oh yeah, his cane is supposed to be a hidden sword but i forgot to put that in the drawing 😭). I was supposed to make his bowtie red like the hair tie but then I realized it will getting rid of the purpose of the hair tie (it referencing the blood on the tip of the screwdriver) so I ended up making it color silver.

The Lady Baskerville, I gave her similar design to Sunny(Herlock!Swap) with the bowtie, color palette to his mascot, and hair on her. I'm not really quite fond with her design, maybe I'll do redesign her again if I got a idea pop up like crazy but in the meantime this is her design.

Guess who is this?? Another one of Albert's tool is here finally!! Michael the crosshead screwdriver! Since we never see Michael anywhere and only mentioned once in the game he is, I'm just draw simple design for him (I wished I could put M shape in the design but I have no idea WHERE to put it 😭 so I tried used the bowtie for it). I also thought it would be nice to make him a defense attorney so I made the design for the badge too. Since he is sadly not going to be mentioned a lot in this AU since I'm trying to make the storyline same as the original, so I made a backstory of what happened in the fun fact tags. There was supposed to be more tool to be added but my god that would be taxing to design, so I have to make only Andrew and Michael as his only siblings.

The doggie Balmung replacement, Bolt, He is a Irish Setter! Beforehand he was supposed to be Borzoi but then research the background of the breed I don't how difficult it is to actually get one in that era so I have to changed breed :((

Albert and Barok in university days!! I just keep same as before like previous design!! There's a tiny change like the hair and the neckties.

There is going to be more content of them soon because I have a lot of ideas for them sooo stay tuned ;)

Here's the concept designs!!

[tchaikovskym]

Killing Eve review

Anyway, as I said earlier, I might do reviews so here is my go at Killing Eve (finished today)

Watched it because it was in my recs, also had seen smth about it on tumblr and gave it a go.

I usually don't like action and killing, but this show captivated me because it stayed away from the "the good guy kills to be honored" trope. Moreover, it's one of the rare shows with women as main protagonists so kudos to that. No male assassins! Only girlies!

I really enjoyed how women were NOT running around in bikinis killing people, but it was disgusting blood shedding as I can imagine killing must be.

I've thought of categories to rate shows, so let's start:

Captivation: 3/10. Was not invested in what's going on at all, watched it mostly in the background and thus I probably missed a bunch of stuff, but I just couldn't bring myself to sit through it and give it my full attention.

Blorboness aka how much do I care about characters: 4/10. The characters were well written, with well thought out personalities, but I just did not care about them. Sorry. They weren't shallow, but like... yeah... not for me!

Visuals: 10/10. Loved the scenery, loved how the colors looked, loved the outfits of characters, loved the camera angles, mmhhmmm yeah that was some good stuff

Soundtrack: 10/10. Loved the songs, loved how they were tied together with characters as if each one of them had a motif like in an opera or something. Discovered the dark eyes instrumental thanks to this show, so that's nice!

Humor: 7/10. It comes with the assassinations and death that makes a thing so absurd they are funny. It was my cup of tea. However, since I found it hard to relate to characters and the plot, it was sometimes weird.

Plot: 5/10. SPOILERS AHEAD! I usually hate stuff like "oh there are some important people that control things" and this show was exactly it. And at the end, we didn't even get to know what the 12 are. And while I did not expect a happy ending for Villanelle and Eve, the death at the end did not make any sense. I hear there was a book with happy ending though, but uh... yeah. Also the whole love story did not really captivate me, maybe because I'm a stick in the mud who just doesn't enjoy killer psychopaths, I don't know. However, kudos for there actually being plot instead of just reusing already made template and sticking their characters into it.

Message: 8/10. I believe every creative work carries a message about something the author wants to share, and for Killing Eve I believe it was about women, about the horrors, about the longing for normalcy, about sacrifice, about emotions, about the fragility of life and death, about it all, the darkness of it, and the normalcy of it. I cannot quite put it to words, but it was there. It was very good, however, I did not have any eye opening moments while watching it.

Overall score: 6.7

It really wasn't that bad, a good watch if you're into women and violence.

[writerdream22]

requested by: no one, but I sincerely hope you like this anyways ✨🌻💛

pairings: levi ackerman x wife!reader, eren jeager x reader (platonic), hange zoe x reader (platonic), erwin smith x reader (platonic), etc.

warnings: none

taglist: @randomfandomimagine (let me know if you want to be added to the taglist!)

a/n: I know I haven't been posting in a long while, and that I have lots and lots of pieces to work on. I've been watching aot for a while, and I wanted to write something regarding that fandom

You and Levi had met when you were just teenagers; you were the daughter of a scouting legion commander, and Erwin's new friend had caught your attention

Just like an ordinary introvert person, you were really shy, and it was Erwin himself who introduced you to Levi, Farlan and Isabel

“They seem like nice people, you know?”

“Uh?”

“The kids from the underground city. You should go introduce yourself”

“They're criminals, Erwin. I won't go talk to them. They will surely snob me as soon as they see me”

“Trying doesn't hurt. And if they say something, just use the moves you learnt while training.”

“If you say so”

You were intimidated, especially by Levi. But it seemed that he was willing to talk to you

“Hi, uhm, my name is— my name is y/n”

“We know who you are”

“Erwin told us lots about you! I'm Isabel, and these two boys are Levi and Farlan”

“I just wanted to know if the three of you needed someone to show you around”

“Kids, cadet y/l/n will show you around. All right?”

“Yes sir!”

You immediately thought that it was a bad idea to be left alone by yourself, with people you didn't know. Erwin knew well that you felt anxious around newcomers, but he sincerely wanted you to have some friends.

The tour went all right; you and Isabel had immediately gotten along, while it took you a few months to warm up to Levi and Farlan

As time went on and you were slowly becoming autonomous, people started to think that you and Levi were actually related and that you had somehow been separated at birth; you were both quite short, with dark hair and light-colored eyes

Not to mention that you both loved tea

When you became part of the scouting legion, you were happier than ever even though you were fully aware of the risks you were taking

When Isabel and Farlan died, you and Levi were devastated. You had set aside your grief, and stayed by Levi's side

“What are you doing here?”

“Couldn't sleep. You?”

“Neither could I. I was making some tea, do you want some?”

“Yeah, Levi, thank you”

“Would you like to talk about — about that?”

“No, not really”

“Oh, well— can I braid your hair instead? It calms down the two of us. Me and Isabel had so much fun doing that, remember?”

“Tch, I hated it. But yeah—braid my hair, y/n”

You and Levi shared a sweet moment. You didn't talk, nor you wanted to, but you comforted each other just with your presence.

As time went by, you and Levi got extremely close. The two of you became corporals, giving Erwin the condition of always having to work together no matter what

The only people that the two of you became friends with, or just cared about, were Hange and your squad

One day, while you and the other corporals of the scouting legion were having breakfast, Hange made a sarcastic remark about how you and Levi were close

“Can't you just leave each other alone for a minute?”

“We just care about each other, and we respect our boundaries”

“Seems like you have some— that you share romantic feelings for each other, eh? ”

“What do you mean, Hange?”

“Yeah, this is ridiculous. Let's go, y/n, we need to prepare for our next mission”

Hange's words really sparked something in your soul. You started to think abot the relationship that you and Levi had, the special treatment you reserved for each other even though you were famous for being strict...

One day, you decided to confront him

“Hi”

“Hi, y/n, is everything all right?”

“Yeah. Have you— have you thought about what Hange said?”

“Yeah...”

“I did too, by the way”

“And what did you want to tell me about it?”

“She was right. I do have romantic feelings for you, but I need to know that you feel the same before I pour my heart out to you”

“Levi, please say something”

“I don't just like you, y/n, I love you. And now, come here—”

Then and there, he kissed you. Your first kiss, just like you had imagined.

You decided to keep your relationship a secret for a while, as you didn't want Hange to know that she was right. She found out anyways, and she told everyone.

After a few years, you decided to get married. You were extremely happy, and you couldn't ask for anything else in the world.

“With this ring, I give you my soul. With this ring, I put my trust in you, and hope to live by your side until we grow old. Meeting you was one of the best things that could have ever happened to me. I wanted a splinter of happiness in that pathetic, dark void I had grown accustomed to call life. Meeting you fulfilled my dream of becoming a better man. With this ring, you make me happy, and I hope that I'll make you happy as well. Meeting you made me learn what true love is. I love you, y/n, always and forever”

As a team, Levi was deemed as more important by your superiors. Sometimes, they didn't even address themselves to you and just talked to your husband.

“Sir, my wife here also contributed to the mission. I think that you should congratulate yourself to her, as well”

Levi always looked out for you, making sure that every single detail was to your liking. As everyone knew, he showed his vulnerable self to only you, and you were grateful for the trust he had given you.

“Are you ok, darling?”

“Yeah. You're still working on those papers, eh?”

“I just have to sign a few things, then I have to meet up with Erwin. Tch, this stuff is so tiring sometimes”

“We can take a walk around the compound later, if you want. Then, I can make you some tea”

“That would be fantastic, y/n. You're really the best wife in the world”

“I'm your only wife, Levi”

The whole situation that emerged from the apparition of abnormal titans stressed you out, quite a lot nevertheless. Levi had noticed it, and saw that you were more nervous than usual. He made sure to always ride by your side, to always be able to keep his eye on you.

He knew what stress did to you. It made you more vulnerable, more subject to distractions, and he didn't want to lose you at all.

During one of your many missions, where you had the unpleasant surprise of meeting the female titan, you got severely hurt.

“What were you thinking?!”

“I wanted to save our squad! I wanted to save Petra, Oluo, everyone! But I couldn't!”

“You risked your life, y/n! You could have died, you know that?”

“I sure do, Levi! That's what soldiers do! They die, after having done something good for humanity, and I lived a pretty decent life! I got married, I had friends, but I am alive now! I am all right, it's just routine”

“You can't just do things recklessly. I can't stand losing you. Not now, not ever. I want to build a family with you, I want to live my life with you and only you. You can't die, you got it?”

“Yes, Levi. I'm sorry”

“Let me get you some tea, now”

That's when you fully understood that Levi loved you. You had managed to warm up his heart with your sweet and kind words, and he'd managed to conquer yours with just a look in your eyes.

[gildedmuse]

Hey, everyone.

So recently I've (predictably) very not well. Actually, whenever I don't post for long periods, just assume my body is trying to kill me. But I've gotten messages from three people asking if I. Okay, which is super sweet. I am actually trying to work on the next All Hearts, a really long ZoLaw post and two request fics, but mixing chronic kidney pain and capitalist society's mandate to work 40+ hours is not recommended.

But to prove I'm okay and still me, here is some Shanks antics with him being a total slut while Mihawk and Beckman just roll their eyes and go along with it. [Shout out to @jhaernyl who not only listens to me ramble about this stuff, but actively encourages it]. I also have many thoughts on the latest episodes and so many screenshots it's embarrassing. Hopefully, when I'm in less pain, I'll get around to actually posting those. Otherwise I just look like an insane person who literally takes by the second frame shots every time Zoro is on screen.

.... What is that? I look like that anyway? Fair.

Shanks Is A Bad Influence

It feels like Buggy and Shanks split up after Roger's death (the crew was told to, and they are the only ones who went to his execution) and I find it impossible to think Shanks didn't immediately set out and find a crew; like, pirating is the only thing this kid knows in life. This means two things:

He set out from East Blue. Also, he seemed at ease and familiar with the East so it's possible he spent like a year there getting everything together. Maybe he even played around in the other blues for a while before heading back to the Grand Line. I say this because his crew is from all over so either he found and recruited them in the Grand Line or visited various blues. Either way, I'm gonna say it took him about two years before getting a 'proper' start. In that case, he would have started out properly at the age of 17 and we know One Piece likes it's parallels.

That still puts Shanks at 17 to Benn Beckmen's 28. How the fuck did Shanks manage that? I'd call it grave robbing, but let's face it, the little tyke probably got up to some actual robbing of graves as well.

My point being everytime Shanks teases Mihawk about keeping this 19 year old kid on his personal island, mostly shirtless, Benn Beckmen just lifts an eyebrow.

Excuse me, captain, who had prefected the 'opps still don't have my sea legs' trip-and-fall into their first mates lap by the age of 17?

Shanks: Beckmen, you caught me! *Shamelessly nuzzles up* Thank goodness! I could be a devil's fruit user after all and - Ahh!

Benn: *Drops Shanks straight over the side of the ship into the water*

Shanks: *Sputtering* What what that!?

Benn: Checking to see if you had eaten a devil's fruit on us, Capatin.

Benn: You didn't.

Smart ass. But he can't resist Shanks forever. Shanks will wear him down eventually.

Next time Mihawk tracks him down for another match - because you know he gets bored way quicker than he'll ever admit and Shanks is at least amusing a challenge - Shanks makes a big deal out of how Mihawk follows him around, "accidentally" revealing they slept together, sighing about how it's so hard to resist him.

Benn Beckmen is just leaning against the side of the ship, sipping his booze.

Shanks: -and I can't stay for hours like last time!!

Mihawk: Are you quite done?

Shanks: *whispering* Does Benn look jealous?

Mihawk: He looks bored. Much like I am. Is this some strange attempt to get out of my challenge, Akagami?

Shanks: What? No, come on I told you I was game. But, hey, could you do me a favor? Maybe like try and kiss me or something? Like take a swing like your going to hit me but then stop shot and grab me by the waist instead.

Mihawk: .... Trickery is beneath you. Besides, you're absolute rubbish at it.

Shanks: Oh, come on, I would totally help you get laid if you asked!

Mihawk: .... *Sigh* I want a proper match afterwards.

Mihawk: *In a forced, monotone voice* After this I will take you to my lair and have my way with you, Akagami.

Mihawk: ... My lair? Really?

Shanks: *Holding up cue card with quickly scribbled line* What? That is how you talk.

Mihawk: I can't believe I wasted precious hours of light tracking you to this atrociously rural port.

Shanks: See? Now, read the next one.

Benn: Captain? If this is going to take all night, I am going to go join the rest of the men in the tavern.

Shanks: Huh? Wait! Benn! What if Miha really stabs me this time!?

Benn: *Salutes Shanks with his bottle* Sounds like that is his plan captain. Have a good 'challenge'.

Shanks: What? No... *Reaching out hand, like he might die if Benn leaves, looking completely devastated* Not even a little jealous...

Mihawk: You couldn't have thought that pantomime would actually work.

Shanks: Benny, don't leave me.... *Turns to Mihawk, immediately brightening* Oh, well, there's always tomorrow. Hey, Miha, guess whose free all night and horny as a pirate in the calm belt?

Mihawk: .... *Sigh* Very well.

Mihawk might as well get something for the trip he made. Although, he's reconsidering if the sex was actually worth the trouble after he ends up listening to Shanks worry half the night that Benn is shacking up with someone else (after a couple hours of rough and raw fucking, admittedly).

Is it the hat? He likes his captain's hat. Miha, you think his captain's hat is sexy, don't you?

Mihawk: It's utterly ridiculous.

Shanks: ....

Shanks: ....

Shanks: *Smile* Ahh, Miha, I knew you liked the hat!

Shanks: What do you old Northerns find sexy?

Mihawk: I am only four years older than you.

Mihawk: And silence.

Trying to convince Mihawk to go spy on Beckman for him. Shanks doesn't actually care if he does sleep with someone else, it's more that Beckman didn't immediately turn angry and jealous like Buggy would have that has him paranoid.

Mihawk is going to fuck this annoying red head again just to shut him up.

Mihawk: Maybe he doesn't like red haired boys who don't know when to be quiet?

The next morning Shanks is pacing among his poor crew that's gotten stuck listening to Shanks obsess about Beckman again. IS IT REALLY THE HAIR!?

It's not even a matter of Shanks's age (or obvious immaturity). I mean, Beckman got on board and stayed, didn't he? Beckman just enjoys watching Shanks try so hard to get his attention. Like Benn's attention isn't constantly on Shanks. He had to when his captain is always one step away from disaster.

He only left him with Mihawk because it was clear Dracule is not a real danger to Beckman's captain.

Except maybe insulting him to death. But Beckman is pretty sure Shanks can handle it. He's met Buggy. He's suspects Shanks LIKES it if anything.

It gets to the point where when they dock somewhere and see Mihawk waiting, or come back to the ship and spot his familiar silhouette, most of the crew goes off somewhere for another drink (sometimes the newer kids will stay to watch such an awesome fight, everyone else is like... Look, you'll have plenty of opportunities later. This is not a one off.)

Benn just takes a look around, nods to Mihawk (a silent signal for, "he's all yours, do with him as you please, if anything happens to him I will track you down and make sure your last few hours on this blue world are as painful as humanly possible") and heads off.

Oh, it's just the Hawk boy.

That's fine then.

Benn use to be a sailor on a trade ship between the North, East, West and Grand Line. He's seen it all.

They called him The Gun Slinger BEFORE he joined Shanks's crew and became a pirate.

So this young, broke ass kid from the streets of some near artic northern island trying to pass himself off as a Lower North rich type has a thing for his captain? Not really enough to keep Beckman up at night, no matter how good at swords he's supposed to be

Besides, he's pretty sure for the kid to keep tracking down Shanks, he must be bored out of his skull. He's not going to do anything to endanger their captain.

Not if Shanks is the only thing he can find to keep him entertained.

One day, Mihawk is going to be waiting on the dock when a bunch of Red Haired pirates are stumbling home, laughing and chattering amongst themselves (Shanks's crew always seems to be in a good mood). One of them will catch sight if Mihawk and walk by with a smile, patting him on the shoulder.

The captain's occupied. Seems likely he'll be 'occupied' for a good while, too.

Mihawk won't smile, but he will think "So you finally warmed him up to you, Akagami?" and snort lightly.

Poor Benn, though. Mihawk could never imagine being with someone so much younger than him. Shanks is only four years his junior and already it strains Mihawk to put up with his occasional moments of "youthful whimsy" (aka being an annoying, immature child)

"A young, cocky pirate with strangely colored bright hair"

Mihawk just putting that on his Not To Do List.

That lasted until Roronoa.

(Mihawk just looking at Zoro knowing this is bad news.)

Mihawk: *Takes list from Benn*

*Cross out, scribbles*

*Hands back to Benn*

Do Not Do:

- A young, cocky pirate with strangely colored bright hair a silly hat, who is overly dramatic and in any way, shape or form related to Gol D Rogers.

Ace: Hey what's up?

Mihawk: *Takes list from Benn*

Go ahead, Benn, laugh it up. Mihawk is aware he has a type. Young, pretty, and utterly insane.

After that night where Shanks was otherwise 'occupied', it's over six months before Mihawk sees his friend his rival again. He is, as expected, far too smug and proud looking.

Shanks: Oh, Miha, so sorry you came all this way, I'm-

Benn: Well, I'm off, captain.

Shanks: What!? But we, you, I... Benn, hessoeexyarentyouworriedforyourcaptain?

Benn: *patting Mihawk on the shoulder* Have fun with him. Don't forget to return him by noon tomorrow, we have a schedule. Oh, but if you can babysit him for at least four hours? That would be great.

Shanks: BABYSIT!?

Mihawk: I suppose I can be troubled to do so.

Shanks: TROUBLED!?

Benn: Thanks, Hawkeyes. I owe you.

Shanks: *Fake tears clinging to his lashes* You two are so mean!

No, don't feel bad for him. Shanks is just trying to guilt the two of them into bed at the same time, and they both know it.

Thanks no thanks, they're not into that. But Shanks can be pretty cute when he's trying so hard (Benn) and at least he's not as boring as everything else in this world (Mihawk) so they allow him to keep up the act

Shanks: *looking at Zoro's wanted poster over Mihawk's shoulder* But I feel like you'd gladly go to bed with him and his captain if he asked. That doesn't seem fair to me. You'd never go that far with me and Benn.

Mihawk: *Eyes Benn*

Mihawk: *DEAD. ONLY.*

Mihawk: I have my reasons.

They can and do agree on plenty of things, including reciprocally not being that attracted to each other.

Shanks: Sounds fake to me

Shanks: But guys!

Shanks: This isn't about you

He's gonna need you guys to drop the egos and focus on what HE wants. I.E., being in the middle of two sexy Northern men.

Honestly, so mean to poor Shanks!