#i have ideas for roles of certain skeletons

[marzipanandminutiae]

Hey Marzi could that black silk afternoon gown from 1875 that you reblogged be considered a mourning dress? I’m still trying to figure out how mourning attire worked

This one?

Could be, yeah! In a certain context only, though.

So, the way Victorian mourning often seems to have worked in practice was kind of like...having a black cocktail dress that you could wear to your aunt's funeral but also out for drinks with friends. It's very dependent on context and accessories, because black was a popular color for women's clothing in general (just like it is now).

Really, despite what listicles often want to say, there are a VERY small number of extant gowns that could only ever have been For Mourning SpecificallyTM. The rules varied, but it tended along the lines of "in the first, deepest phase of mourning, you wear only black with no other accent colors and nothing shiny or sparkly, including shiny silk-satin." People often forget the No Shiny rule in rushing to label all black dresses Mourning. Then later on, you could start adding back in shine and accent colors, generally white, purple, mauve, and sometimes red depending on where and when you lived.

Except those were also popular accent colors for non-mourning black clothing. And non-shiny black dresses existed in other contexts, too.

Yeah. You can see where this gets confusing for modern researchers.

Accessories played a big role in showing mourning- important, because the whole point of formalized mourning was to convey "be gentle; I'm going through something hard." Matte black jewelry, as from bog oak, jet, or sometimes hardened rubber later on in the 19th century, especially with certain symbols. Anything with a willow and urn motif. A hand holding a wreath. A piece of jewelry marked with someone's name and their age/the year when they died. Sometimes, but not always, jewelry with skulls and skeletons (sometimes that's just because they thought those motifs looked cool). Wearing a veil was also a great way to show mourning, in context with everything else- it's now often associated with especially widows in the mid-19th century.

(It was even harder for men at times, since black suits were wildly popular. Sometimes a black armband would be worn, or strictest matte black in all jewelry like collar and cuff studs. But I've actually read etiquette manuals that are like "it's really hard for men to show that they're in mourning; oops.")

I feel like the idea of formalized mourning is so foreign to us now that we've gotten a little bit overexcited and forgotten that, if it doesn't make sense to us to buy a whole new wardrobe when someone dies, that was probably true back then as well- and if we like black clothing in non-mourning contexts, they probably did, too. You can find advertisements for retailers selling mourning clothes, so people definitely did buy new things for the occasion at times- but they also made good use of what they already had, just like we do now. And wore those same outfits with different contextualizing accessories when mourning was over.

Oh, and the notion that there was a strict, specific term of time you HAD to mourn for different losses in your life, and everyone knew the term and was keeping score? Not as much a thing either. I've read a few books that do proscribe a specific term for different relatives or loved ones who've died, but most also specify that mourning is highly personal and the length that one might mourn varies from person to person. Also, no, widowers were not only required to mourn for a year while widows mourned for two: I found that in a couple of books, but far more that advised the same minimum length of mourning for both losses. There might be judgmental people who thought you Hadn't Mourned For Long Enough, but that's not quite the same as a strict, universally-accepted rule.

And there were all sorts of exceptions- a bride was generally advised to cast off mourning for her wedding day (although one could get married in a black dress, so I guess that just means accessorizing in a more normal way), keeping children in mourning for too long- or sometimes at all! -was believed to be too hard on their little minds during a time of stress...it was all a lot more malleable than we often think nowadays.

Hope this helps!

[checkereddreams]

MmmmMMNGH some early concept sketches. Pretend any weird lines don’t exist—-I’m drawing this on my phone like the poor person I am lolol.

The story is still developing as well but…feel free to add in any input! I love hearing ideas.

Instead of Wolfwood being a terrible Ashley Furniture salesman, Vash decides to give it a try and spills his wine all over the bleached upholstery.

….whatever leads up to that scenario I’m not sure, but the death is certain.

The roles are reversed, and Wolfwood has to bury Vash. And he’s absolutely terrified of what this means now, especially for humanity once Knives finds out about this.

Vash’s soul enters the afterlife, and it’s kind of a big community like in Coco. The mood is mixed, maybe he recognizes quite a few people. But he probably doesn’t want to be recognized, really.

Especially not when those fangs of his are on full display. He’s just skull and bones, even lankier than when he had flesh. This wasn’t the “him” that people had come to know in the living world.

Somehow, Wolfwood finds out a way to enter this realm and he attempts to do it without Knives knowing about any of this. He has a time limit. He paints his face, covers his head, wears black gloves, whatever he needs to do to blend in.

He manages to find Vash (though it’s not that hard, he’s one of the few 6 ft+ tall skeletons meandering around). He lays out the stakes, lets Vash know that Knives is going to wipe the planet clean now that there’s nothing holding him back. He misses him, he honest to god needs to come back to the living world no matter what it takes.

But Vash….he hesitates. Maybe he’s seen Rem. Like the actual Rem. He hasn’t talked to her yet but he needs to. He’s been just a stone’s throw away from her at one point and he’s going to find her again and he needs to tell her everything. He can’t go back. Maybe he doesn’t want to. Maybe he’s somehow given a normal life here, as normal as it can be. He sees everyone he’s missed, and they missed him. And they’re like family. Why would he come back?

Wolfwood knew Vash’s skull was thick, but he didn’t know just how thick until his fist makes contact and quite literally pops it clean off Vash’s shoulders.

They eventually come to an agreement and there’s trials they would have to face to get back to the living world, but I wanted to capture just the amount of color this world would bring out compared to dusty Gunsmoke.

I’m wondering if Vash still has powers in this world. Maybe, Wolfwood’s flesh starts to fade away the longer he stays there, but for Vash it’s the opposite. He can bring out powers and he gains a faint blue glow that outlines his wings and his missing arm (I don’t think he would carry that prosthetic into the afterlife anyway?)

I’ll do more doodles but hopefully you guys like these for now?

[aihoshiino]

I honestly liked ruby a lot before. How she was so full of hope and all, then the character development she got after finding gorou's body. Even the recent part where she says she won't be like Ai and won't give up on her friends. But I think all the incest and related part ruins her character and reduces her to a simp. At least show some depth in it tho😭 like before whenever ruby talked about gorou that felt impactful. Man i miss the old ruby.

YEAH!!! This is pretty much exactly my issue as well. I know something a lot of folks have criticized about the story pre-Mainstay is that Ruby lacks development but TBH, I never really felt like Old!Ruby was a character who needed a more active arc in the way characters like Aqua and Kana did. She definitely had some Big Overhanging Issues dangling above her head that she was going to have to address eventually but on a moment to moment basis, Ruby was doing really well. She functioned best as a sort of guiding star for the characters around her, pulling them along through the force of her own positive energy and personality.

A big part of this is simply that a lot of the things that made Sarina's life miserable are not actually issues for Ruby anymore. She's healthy, she's surrounded by family and friends who love and support her, she's getting to pursue her dream and even has a pretty healthy relationship with her memories of and grief for Ai. That's not to say her history as Sarina has no effect on her, of course: her bull-headed stubbornness and willingness to charge on into things no questions asked comes specifically and explicitly from the ways she was disempowered and lacking agency in her past life and moments like her getting upset about Aqua no longer eating dinner with them on Sundays during the LoveNow filming pretty clearly stem from her issues with abandonment and lacking familial care. But her environment and the support system she has as Ruby very clearly did a lot to help her organically heal and start moving on.

New!Ruby really feels like a retcon in that regard, like Akasaka suddenly scrabbled to go "oh actually Ruby was ALWAYS secretly fucked up!!!!" for the sake of drama and ramped everything about her up to an 11 to try and convey this but the end result ultimately just feels inconsistent. I know I link this post basically every time I talk about Ruby these days, but @all-of-her-light's Ruby and the Unplayed Role essay really is the best at breaking down all these differences and inconsistencies and why it is they feel so jarring. But one of the things that stands out to me is the ramping up of the intensity of her feelings for Gorou.

Some of this makes perfect sense within the context of the narrative; finding his DESSICATED FUCKING SKELETON jesus CHRIST and realising he'd been murdered by the very same person who killed her beloved mother absolutely makes sense as the impetus for her feelings to go into overdrive. But as of the Mainstay arc onwards, we have continually gotten backfill that implies she has always been operating on this level of intensity, elevating Gorou to a position of importance in her life that matches or even exceeds Ai to a degree that feels retconny.

Actually, now that I've articulated that, I think that key difference is the core of what makes Old and New Ruby feel so split to me. Old Ruby absolutely still adored and deeply valued Gorou and wanted to be reunited with him, but she was nowhere near as emotionally dependant on the idea of him as New Ruby seems to be. Old Ruby was characterized much more strongly in relation to Ai, both in the sense of love for her as her mother and her legacy as an idol and while this is still true to a degree for New Ruby, the manga frames Gorou as being just as if not more important than Ai as a factor in Ruby's motivations for becoming an idol, when it really hadn't been framed that way prior to a certain point in the manga.

Ultimately, it's just kind of frustrating. Like you, I really loved Old Ruby and I think New Ruby is just kind of a flanderized and flattened version of her - though the story pays some lip service to her uglier and more complicated emotions, the story's failure to genuinely and seriously interrogate them and its consistency in reducing her to a gag character just makes her feel so much less lively and interesting that Old Ruby, even if Old Ruby was (at least on paper) a much more simple character. It really feels like the last time the story genuinely took Ruby seriously was prior to 123 when we were getting teased with the idea of her meeting Marina again but that thread has since been completely dropped and I'll be shocked if it gets so much as mentioned again.

[punsmaster69]

8/DEC/20XX

a deep breath, and i feel a sense of nostalgia.

weird nostalgia. wouldn't go back, but i still think fondly of what happened.

the crispness of the cold air in snowdin takes me back- and i'm already reminiscing about random memories.

point to almost any rock formation along the walls of this place, and papyrus can probably tell you exactly how he's climbed it.

kicking the snow with my slippers a little bit, i remember how he used to warn me about wearing 'em outside.

—-

"YOU'LL SLIP AND FALL IN THOSE!!"

"naahh. i'll be fine."

"......"

"SEE? EVEN GRILLBY AGREES IT'S A BAD IDEA!!"

—-

for the most part, i always was fine; just had to be careful around the ice.

fortunately, it's not an issue using shortcuts; really only ever slipping a few times.

—-

"I SAID THIS WOULD HAPPEN."

"you've slipped even in your boots."

"THAT WAS A ONE-OFF ACCIDENT!"

"so was this."

sliding me across the ice until we were close enough to the snow to stand again, papyrus lifted me onto my feet once more.

"I TOLD YOU THIS WAS A TERRIBLE IDEA."

"you've gotta admit that over two weeks without slipping in these is pretty good."

"THERE'D HARDLY BE SLIPPING AT ALL IF YOU WOULD JUST PUT ON BETTER FOOTWEAR."

"these are way better."

"OBVIOUSLY NOT?! YOU 𝘑𝘜𝘚𝘛 SLIPPED!"

"but with snow boots, you have to tie 'em and whatnot."

"YOU DO THAT WITH MOST SHOES, SANS."

"not with slippers."

"YOU'RE GOING TO WEAR SLIPPERS ALL THE TIME.."

"JUST SO THAT YOU DON'T HAVE TO TIE THEM?"

"yep."

"that's the plan."

"YOUR ABILITY TO CONSISTENTLY FIND THE LAZIEST ROUTE IN EVERY ASPECT OF LIFE CONFOUNDS ME, BROTHER."

"IT'S ALMOST IMPRESSIVE."

"thanks. that's the one thing i do put effort into."

"...BEING LAZY."

"it's hard work, doing this little."

—-

ahh.

back when new bad habits of mine still surprised him.

...speakin' of bad habits.

grillby's looks like it hasn't been touched since the day we took all the important stuff up.

the most one'll find in there now is a fine layer of dust only disturbed by me brushing against some stuff.

not that the jukebox ever worked before, but i'm pretty sure it wouldn't turn on if you tried at this point.

——

already knew the librarby was empty; they gave away all the books before leaving to the surface.

took the sciencey ones, myself.

wanted the joke book too, but a certain old lady got to it first.

officially, it is hers.

unofficially, the book keeps bouncing between being in either of our possession for months at a time.

it's gained a few pages over the years, a lined-paper section at the end with a lotta skeleton and snail puns.

think paps split the cookbooks with someone, and hoarded the puzzle books.

(not like anyone else was readin' those, anyway.)

there were a couple on monster history i'm almost certain i've seen frisk with a few times, so they must've gotten those.

as charming as this little place was, the new library's got way more selection.

sorry, not library.

still librarby.

they kept the name. too iconic to change it.

even if it had been changed, we'd all continue to call it the librarby anyway.

——

many of the folks who had shops down here have taken up that same role on the surface.

the two bunnies running the inn and shop moved somewhere closer to new home city for better business.

——

in the snow, i did what i'd done a million times in the past.

i parked myself at the foot of the door which separated snowdin from the ruins.

—-

"knock, knock."

"Who's there?"

she'd say.

"cash."

"Cash who?"

"no thanks, i'm more of a walnut guy."

and i'd heard her burst out into laughter from the other side.

"Knock, knock."

"who's there?"

"Hatch."

"hatch who?"

"Oh, bless you."

then she'd laughed at her own joke hard enough to be contagious.

"knock, knock."

"Who's there?"

"canoe."

"Canoe who?"

"canoe come out here? i'm gettin' bonely."

she got a good kick out of that one, but her laughter had a tinge of sadness to it.

"...But, I am afraid not."

didn't expect any different of an answer.

always thinking it better not to ask quite why, i shrugged.

"one day, maybe."

"or not."

"you could just be mysterious door lady forever if you want."

"....."

"Knock, knock."

"who's there?"

"Peas."

"peas who?"

"Peas excuse my secretiveness. I know it can be a bit off-putting."

"everyone's got their secrets, 𝘴𝘯𝘰𝘸 problem to me if you keep a few."

"Ha! I am glad that you are so 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘭 with it."

"It is a joy to hear your 𝘤𝘰𝘰𝘭 jokes every day!"

"nice to have someone with an a-𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳-able laugh to tell 'em to."

my slight regret about that pun immediately washed away upon hearing the laugh in question follow after it.

—-

....welp.

as fun as reminiscing has been, i've definitely left papyrus alone for far too long.

gotta spend at least a little time in the snow with him.

that's what we came back here for in the first place.

——

"WHEN DO YOU THINK IT'LL SNOW ON THE SURFACE?"

"it's supposed to get pretty cold soon, so probably not too long now."

"besides."

"if your desire for snow gets too awful bad, we'll just come down here again."

"WE SHOULD BRING FRIENDS WITH US NEXT TIME!"

"would be cool to re-visit the whole underground with everyone after all this time."

"OH!"

he sat straight up in the snow, scattering the powder around as he did so.

"YOU KNOW WHAT WE SHOULD DO?"

"what's that?"

"COME, COME! QUICKLY!!"

——

from that very same spot we all first looked in awe at our new future, me and him watched the sun set.

golden light poured over everything; sun beams warm in contrast to the town we've left once again.

"WHEN WE FIRST MOVED OUT FOR GOOD, I REALLY THOUGHT I'D MISS IT MORE."

"THOUGH, I DIDN'T EXACTLY HAVE THAT FEELING OF TRAPPED-NESS ON THE SAME LEVEL EVERYONE ELSE SEEMED TO."

"IT'S HARD TO GET BORED WHEN YOU'RE THE MOST ENTERTAINING SKELETON AROUND!"

"WITH THE COOLEST BROTHER AROUND."

"aww."

"...MAYBE I DID FEEL TRAPPED A LITTLE.. BUT IT DOESN'T MATTER ANYMORE."

"WE'RE ALL ON THE SURFACE TOGETHER, AND THAT 𝗜𝗦 WHAT MATTERS!"

when he turned to look at me, i couldn't tell whether his face was lit up more by the sun or the smile he had.

"I'M REALLY HAPPY HERE."

"me too."

[atypicalsapphic]

some post-election thoughts

Well, it's official. The United States has a red Senate, a red House, a red Supreme Court, and a red President. If you think the overturning of Roe v. Wade was bad, buckle in for the next 4 years.

I am not surprised. Yes, the polls were in Kamala's favour. Yes, she got most of the major endorsements, and she won the debate. But everything was in Hillary's favour in 2016, and we all know how that turned out. The thing is, Kamala had it even better than Hillary. No Benghazi-like scandals or e-mail controversies, no formerly impeached husband. She even made it a point to steer clear from the "first female president" campaign message that Hillary has proved does not work. She had no reason to lose last night, but as we know, the U.S. presidential elections are completely unpredictable and the results are often non-sensical.

Kamala's loss has hardened my belief that misogyny does indeed play a role in such elections. I did doubt this idea in 2016 due to the fact that the Clintons had too many skeletons in the closet for it to certain that her womanhood was such a major setback. But what did they have on Kamala? Nothing. Sure, she was a cop, and her stance on Palestine is appalling, but these are leftist concerns that do not hold for the average American voter. From the point of view of your typical centrist American, Kamala was the ideal candidate in every way. So why was Joe Biden, struggling with old age and an incredibly uninspiring campaign, able to beat Trump while Kamala wasn't?

American democracy is truly in shambles. How does a convicted felon, an impeached-twice former President, get re-elected? He has already pledged to pardon January 6th rioters and sack the prosecutor leading two criminal investigations against him. The only thing stopping him from abolishing term limits to make himself President for life is the fact that he would need 2/3rds of the Senate to agree.

That being said, I'm not a fan of the European exceptionalists who mock American voters for electing Trump. The rise of the far right is a worldwide trend which is just as evident in Europe, with the PVV's victory in the Netherlands, Meloni as the Prime Minister of Italy, and the European Parliament elections that were a big win for Europe's far right parties. Granted, these actors are not as extreme and criminal as Trump, and they are far less powerful on the global stage. But the far right voter is not an American phenomenon. The nationalist and anti-immigration sentiments that drive people to support fascists prosper beyond the borders of the United States. It is dangerous to assume otherwise.

[battlemaiden13]

Since I’m in spooky mood, yes I know it’s technically summer and months away, let me have my early spook mood🤣, what would each of the Skeleton do if they got to pick MCs Halloween outfit, no limits? Who would get Mc to match them? Would Berry perhaps get MC to be a genderbent vers of the punisher? Perhaps Syrup would get HND!MC to dress up as Ace(RTSTZA MC) and make him and his bro match that AU? Who would do couples themes? Funny? Who would pick outfits just to see Mc dressed as certain things? Inside joke costumes? And any skeletons, I know there’s the main (neighbour skeletons) however can be hotel and mafia aswell if you so please! Sorry I just absolutely love and adore how you write every skeleton, and I just love your HND vers!

I added some hotel and mafia boys to the mix! Thank you for your kind words!!

Sans -It’s definitely a pun costume of some type, you don’t get it though until Sans turns up in his matching costume. He’s very proud of himself for the costume choices which is obvious from the grin he can’t get off his face.  

Papyrus - He really doesn’t know what to choose, he wants you to be comfortable but he also loves the idea of matching so the two of you go over different costume choices together until finally deciding on a couple costume that you both like. 

Red - He wants to be just a tad mean since you gave him full control and ends up putting you in a rather skimpy maid outfit. He thinks it’s hilarious until you start calling him master and playing up the role turning him into a bit of a mess. 

Edge - He chooses a couples costume with a stylised Persephone and Hades. It’s a very sweet costume choice and you two look stunning in your costumes. Plue this couple's costume lets him dote on you the entire night. 

Blue - He’s a bit cheeky with his choice. He wants you to look sexy but doesn’t want you to see him as an outright pervert so he wants you to dress as a cheerleader. He hypes you up about it too and the colors chosen are his favorites. Basically acting as his own personal cheerleader. 

Orange -He gets you to be a lifeguard. Part of this is an inside joke but it’s mainly an excuse to see you walking around in a one piece and gets him to put in minimal effort when finding the costume but he didn’t realize how much the costume would affect him. He finds himself staring at you throughout the night and thinking about how next year he’ll ask you to wear something different. 

Berry - Doesn’t actually want a couples costume and gets you to dress as a spiderman variant. Either Spiderwomen, or ghost spider, spider girl. A female spiderman really. The costume is really well designed and put together, fitting you perfectly and you look exactly like the character. 

Syrup - He actually chooses a couple costumes although your part is a lot more revealing than the original story. You get to dress as little red riding hood and Syrup is going to be your big bad wolf. He likes his side of this costume because it’s minimal effort and he also gets to match with you. 

Killer -He chooses to dress you as a Final girl from a horror movie. Your clothes are ripped and you have fake blood on you, looking seriously injured from a long night of trying to survive. He thought it would be fine but when he first sees you it makes him panic slightly. He does calm down as the night goes on but the first reveal is a bit of a shock. 

Nightmare - the costume he chooses for you is a goddess costume. It’s gorgeous and makes you feel severely overdressed but you look beautiful. Whether Nightmare chooses a dark goddess or a lighter goddess costume depends on your normal style. 

Dream - The costume he chooses is an inside joke. Only he and you get it but it was worth it. You weren’t expecting him to pick the costume but somehow you also couldn’t imagine him choosing anything else. 

Colt -Colt wants to see you in full Skulls gear. What you wore during your time interning in the mafia (or would have if this isn’t HND). You look badass and very intimidating in your jacket, plus you added some battle wounds for added effect. Colt can’t help but stare, he has trouble getting up the nerve to talk to you when you look like this as he fanboys even though he was the one who picked the outfit. 

Rifle - A mechanic. Complete with overalls tied at the waist, white tank with grease stains,  messy updo hair, grease of face and some tools. He mainly did it as a joke, it’s literally his clothes with some fake grease, you weren’t supposed to actually look hot in them though so he freaks out a bit and makes a fool of himself when he sees you. 

[mrbensonmum]

TV Show - The Fall of the House of Usher III

How can you tell if a series is excellent? It completely absorbs you, making you forget your surroundings. I notice this strongly with The Fall of the House of Usher, especially at the end of each episode when the logo appears with that spine-chilling sound. It’s already shocked me three times because I completely lose track of time and have no idea how much more is left.

We learn that Roderick and Madeline's beginnings were far from easy, even though they have a certain right to the company. Remember, their father was the former manager of Fortunato before he was strangled by the siblings' resurrected mother.

By now, you start to understand how the series works, and your mind begins to race. From the beginning of each episode, you start wondering which of the Usher children will die next—and more importantly, how.

Right after it’s revealed that Perry is dead, and that the family should keep a low profile because of the ongoing trial, we see Camille in full swing. She’s trying to exploit her brother's death, and the more you listen to her, the more realistic her plans seem. Every tasteless media strategy she suggests has been done before in real life. We’ve all seen people turn the death of a loved one into a way to promote themselves. Whether intentional or not, there's always that small voice in the back of your head saying something feels off. I think when that voice speaks up, someone like Camille is behind it.

But Camille's curiosity and ambition, especially with her role in the Usher family, ultimately lead to her downfall. She’s suspicious of her sister Victorine, doubting her research is as advanced as she claims. Naturally, Camille starts snooping around and comes across one of Victorine's chimpanzees, which becomes rabid (not literally, but in a state of rage) and mauls her. She dies from her injuries, but not before taking a picture of the mysterious woman, revealing the chimpanzee.

I haven’t mentioned Juno, Roderick’s current wife, yet. Honestly, the series hasn’t really given me a reason to. She’s there, she has her own backstory, and she’s apparently taking an insanely high dose of Ligadone, but that's about it. Maybe there’s more to come, but for now, she feels more like a side character.

What Roderick says about the lemon is fascinating. It sounds eerily familiar, doesn’t it? There are products that have followed this exact trajectory, and I’m not naming names, but we’ve all seen it happen. The way he describes the campaigns and all the steps they take—it’s incredibly relatable. These kinds of things aren’t often revealed openly, and it can take years or even decades for the truth to come out. But this isn’t even allegorical anymore—it’s a direct parallel to the real world. Given the series' setting, it could be interpreted as the result of the very process Roderick describes. Not a very comforting thought.

We’re getting a clearer picture of the Usher family's shady dealings, and it’s not just Madeline and Roderick. The children are far from good people, too. We haven’t seen much of some of them yet, but I’m convinced they have plenty of skeletons in their closets as well. This episode felt incredibly close to reality, despite being fiction. I’ve done some reading, and I found out that each episode not only draws from The Fall of the House of Usher, but also shares the title of one of Edgar Allan Poe's short stories, with thematic similarities. I think I need to dig deeper into that. Furthermore, I love these kinds of connections—it’s like finishing a delicious five-course meal and getting an extra dessert!

[midnightmah07]

Okay, so, u r welcome viuna shippers.

What Jack and Vil mostly have in common is the idea of being tired of routine. Jack is tired that he only gets to play his part as the pumpkin king, annoyed to be stuck in a part and not being able to try other things. For the record, Vil is kinda the same, the difference is that in the actor world he is constantly put in the "villain role" and as for being a model he is always in second place or behind; making difficult for him to overcome and do other parts that aren't his "signature ones" according to the media (yk? like that person who plays themselves in a movie, they always gets the SAME character model, noah centineo or rafael portugal as an example-) AT THE END, both Jack and Vil want something different than the old scheme, driving for new things.

That is even more noticeable in "Jack's lament", but anyway let me highlight the things most match Vil's perspective in my opinion-

"There are few who'd deny, at what I do I am the best, for my talents are renowned far and wide"

"Yet year after year, it's the same routine […] Have grown so tired of the same old thing"

"Oh, somewhere deep inside of these bones an emptiness began to grow. There's something out there, far from my home a longing that I've never known."

"But who here would ever understand, that the Pumpkin King with the skeleton grin would tire of his crown, if they only understood, he'd give it all up if he only could."

Also, I'd like to add that Jack is very "passionate" on learning about Christmas and wanting to get to the bottom of things. I see that in Vil, somehow, he is passionate for what he does. So, I see the resemblance as well.

ANND, Jack gets his attention on Sally because she was always on his side he observes Sally's unwavering determination to support him. Demonstrating that love is intrinsic to his being, he affectionately refers to Sally as his "Dearest Friend," affirming that their union is destined. Embracing both his future with her and Sally herself, he wholeheartedly embraces the journey ahead. SIMILAR (my new fav word) TO VIL POINT OF VIEW FOR YUUNA- She supports him during ALL Book 5 and in Book 6 SHE STILL IS IN HIS SIDE EVEN WITH THE FACT HE IS OLD. At the end of the day, jack and vil are found into sally and yuuna because their situations are similar but different at the same time.

This of Jack saying "we are simply meant to be" for Sally in Viuna's case is slightly funny since Yuuna is well mirrors and Vil is Vil, ig it makes sense-

ANYWAY, as for Sally and Yuuna (movie character analysis basically)

Sally and Jack are not that different from each other, she is also tired of the same old routine, making have an admiration for him, in the end of jack's lament, Sally says "Oh Jack, I know how you feel". Quite similar to why Yuuna ends up liking Vil so much, Yuuna was used to the same routine back home and once she gots to Twisted Wonderland IS THE SAME THING! IT HAS A ROUTINE. AGAIN!

Kinda not for Sally, but will say it for Yuuna- Yuuna HAS problems of not knowing her true personality so she ends up having conflicts into copying people's personas (basically). BUT WITH VIL, HE HAS SIMILAR ISSUES TO HER- So, she gets confused like "what do you mean I am not mirroring him?? I just have similar issues to him????" that somehow draws herself to him, because she can relate to his pain and agony at a certain level, yk?

Sally learns she should patient, since she is kinda not allowed to leave her home as she has to take care of her "creator"; similar to Yuuna again, she is quite not allowed to leave too much, she needs to take care of her brother- And now, she has to take care of teenage boys who are throwing tantrums and fists (everyone thanks crowley).

NOW FOR SALLY'S SONG- Of course, I need to give what lyrics match Yuuna, so here it goes:

"And though I'd like to stand by him, can't shake this feeling that I have"

"And does he notice my feelings for him and will he see how much he means to me I think it's not to be"

"What will become of my dear friend, where will his actions lead us then. Although I'd like to join the crowd in their enthusiastic cloud"

"And will we ever end up together? No, I think not, it's never to become, for I am not the one."

I think this is specifically because Yuuna notices something is nOT quite right with the apple drink, Vil intends to give Neige... Yuuna's gut feeling is quite as good as Adeline's tbh

MOVING ON (yes, I am not finished), talking about the book "Long live pumpkin queen", KINDA spoiler free-

(I didn't do one book analysis for Vil and Jack since most of the time Jack is under a sleep curse in the book- So, uhm, he doesn't have too much to analyze)

In the book, Jack and Sally marry, so now Sally is the Queen... You see where I am going? BUT SHE IS DEF NOT READY- Like she was a no one just yesterday, now out of nowhere people know her and like her??? WHO ELSE HAD THAT PROBLEM??? YUUNA. Yuuna had out of NOWHERE all attention to her, bc, NOW she dates a famous person. BUT NOW, she feels like she is back to mirroring him, instead of being herself around him- THAT FREAKS HER OUT- Similar to Sally, who is not used to so much pressure.

ALSO THEY BOTH have now to basically save everyone after some shit happen... *cof cof*

But what is my biggest "THIS IS WHY" in this whole ramble, is the fact that Sally and Yuuna are TERRIFIED to be alone again, Yuuna lost her sibling and her parents were never around and Sally is just alone all the time since Doctor Finklestein never lets her leave home.

so sally and yuuna are TERRIFIED to loose their partners (quite normal) but mostly because they made them feel understood. yk? sally and yuuna thanks to their partners finally didn't felt alone.

. . . .

ANYWAY, I GUESS I AM DONE :DD

sorry i know it's long-

i just like

had the reason to talk about VIUNA AND THE NIGHTMARE BEFORE CHRISTMAS????? I saw the opportunity. probably will do it for the hercules AU as well later on

TEEHEE I LOVE THISSS IT'S SO FUN AND DON'T APOLOGIZE FOR IT BEING LONG I LIKE READING STUFF LIKE THIS

Viuna... Truly the ship ever, the couple to ever exist, them ✨ they do have a lot of similarities! It's funny how I never noticed :O but to be fair, I'm not really a huge fan of The Nightmare Before Christmas (the animation creeps me out, not in the sense of it being scary but because it makes me uncomfortable), I still like the story, just not that into it, so tbh it makes sense I wouldn't linked the dots

This is so fun... Ramble more about them I love Viuna with my whole heart, and I love seeing u excited 🥺💙

[juju-or-anya]

why do you interact with that anti polin account. I get if you dont like Pen who is a character although i think thats plain fat phobia. Yes, even if you dont talk about her body you dislikng her actions so much mean you are fat phobic. But that account trash and make fun of nicola and luke!!!!

I think I know which accounts you're talking about, but I'm not entirely sure if it's that one because I follow many anti-Polin accounts. However, I think I have a pretty clear idea. So, I'll speak as if you had told me which account it is, but in a somewhat general manner.

Now, let's start in parts, as Jack the Ripper would say:

First, it's important to remember that people are three-dimensional, with diverse opinions and thoughts. We have social relationships where we share or disagree with others' opinions. Social interaction is based on this diversity of thoughts. What am I getting at? I can share certain opinions with a person, for example, my dislike for Penelope and Polin, but not share others, like my opinion on the changes made to the show.

Because of this, I can follow and interact with an account without agreeing with all their opinions. Thinking about that specific account we're talking about, I have many opinions that I share and many others that I don't. When they criticize Penelope respectfully, I like and share it. However, when they start being disrespectful and make comments I don't like, I prefer not to give visibility to that post.

Regarding the actors, I don't share any disrespect towards them, whether I like them or not. As a consumer of their work, I can critique their work respectfully. I've said it before: I don't like how Luke acts; personally, he doesn't convey anything to me. But, for example, I like how he sings; I have his cover of "Rewrite the Stars" from The Greatest Showman in my playlist, and I listen to it often because I love it. However, I'm the first to say that I don't like how he acts.

With Nicola, it's different. I'm not a fan of her, but I like how she acts. In fact, I started watching Bridgerton because of her. I liked her role as Claire in Derry Girls, and when I saw that she was in Bridgerton, I decided to give the show a chance. I had only read Daphne and Anthony's books, and although I liked them, I didn't have that hype for the show until I saw that Nicola was in it.

Fatphobia Issue:

I don't consider myself fatphobic or entitled to be for two reasons:

1. I don't like people making comments about my body, so why would I make comments about others' bodies? It would be hypocritical of me. During my childhood, I hated being mocked for my body. I'm skinny, but not conventionally skinny. They called me scrawny, sick, skeleton, anorexic, and bulimic, and that hurt me a lot. So why would I have the right to be fatphobic? I should treat others as I want to be treated: with respect. Whatever your body is like, I owe you respect simply because you're a person. It's basic human decency.

2. I'm a final-year medical student, and they teach me that as a future health professional, I can't comment on someone's body without them asking me to. And even if they do, I must fully respect the person. I can't comment without doing the necessary studies: blood, urine, hormones, etc. My job is to ensure my patient's physical and mental health. Medicine is individual and social, so each consultation and treatment must be tailored to each patient.

In Nicola's case, I don't consider her fat. Obviously, she isn't skinny, but I don't comment or talk about her body because she hasn't come to my hypothetical (and hopefully future) medical office asking for a consultation about her weight. So, I can't comment. I dislike any negative or "merely positive" (you know, those negative comments disguised as positive) comments about someone else's body. I don't share any comments about Nicola's body. She is beautiful, really beautiful.

For example, when I saw the comment about her body in a professional newspaper, it disgusted me. First, the journalist's lack of professionalism was appalling, and second, the comment itself was appalling. Any negative comment about Nicola's body I see as pure envy. A 39-year-old woman who looks beautiful, healthy, happy, has a successful career, and a lot of money, surrounded by equally beautiful people... any fatphobic comment is pure envy, and I don't take them seriously. What I recommend is therapy.

When I see the accounts I follow making comments about other people's bodies, I don't reblog them to avoid giving them visibility. Many times, I prefer to go to private messages and say: "Friend, your comment is not okay, I think it's crap. Reconsider your opinion on that topic, think about it, because it's not okay."

Maybe I should use my blog to raise awareness about fatphobia, but I try not to give visibility to topics I don't share on my blog. I'll try to be more open to these debates and give my opinion on the matter because I think it's very important, especially considering what I want to do. However, I feel insecure about talking about the subject because I don't want to fall into talking about other people's bodies.

I repeat, I don't share any disrespect towards the actors, from either the antis or the stans.

I hope this answered your question. If you have more doubts, keep asking. We'll try to answer them as long as it's with respect.

[thelunarsystemwrites]

FacądeTale.

(New account, past one was LunarseaSystem)

(This AU is based off of ever after, but darker.) 

When the monsters were banished to the underground, nobody imagined it was fairytale world. Or, the powers it held. When the monsters were sealed into such a huge new environment, and started exploring. They soon found a book, one as large as the current king, Astal Dreemurr. The book already had all of the monsters names, and their children's names. Each large page held a fairytale, with assigned roles to each monster. Now, it is 20XX, and with each monster born, a new page is filled out, with their assigned destiny. As far as they know, it is random. And once a destiny is completed, the page goes blank again, waiting for its next host.

(Rules and info on this AU:)

• Every monster has a destiny. They are called Villains or Fables, depending on what they are assigned.

• Their destiny 'activates' within the year they turn 16, no matter how much they try to avoid it. It will happen.

• The stories will vary, but have the same base idea. Nobody is guaranteed a happily ever after.

• If the Fabled survives their twisted fairy tale, they get a happily ever after, and may live freely in the underground. But the same goes for Villains. You will parish if you fail.

• It does not matter who their parents are, the destiny's appear to be random.

• More information will be released with each character I draw. (Suggestions are welcome!)

• Almost all characters here are de-aged to 15 or lower, save for few monsters who have already canonically completed their destiny.

• A destiny must be completed in a certain time span after it begins. (Example: Snow white only has two weeks to be saved, or she shall die by the apple's posion.)

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Info on Sans:

Destiny: The next sleeping Beauty.

Nickname: Slumber, or Facądetale Sans.

Age: 15, turns 16 in six months.

Fairytale: A young skeleton, who lived in the peaceful town of "Glowdin", will be tempted by a vicious flower. The flower will warp his vines into a spinning wheel, and grow a blue rise on the tip of the spindle, and offer it to the skeleton. He will take it, and prick his finger on the spindle, and be doomed to a hundred years of slumber. Will he be saved? Or in an eternal rest?

[inafieldofdaisies]

WIP Wednesday | Tagged by @socially-awkward-skeleton @direwombat and @clicheantagonist <3

Final snippet from Mercedes and Jacob from that chapter. ♥️ NSFW warning for a scene towards the end.

Minutes ticked by of her lying still until his even breathing signaled he was fast asleep. It was then that she moved his hand away from her waist and quietly got up. It was a ritual. A rule. To never stick around in a mark's embrace once they were out cold. She couldn't help but slip into the old habit as a defense mechanism, especially when Jacob himself still claimed he didn't even like her. On her way out of the bedroom, Mercedes eyed his clothes on the floor, contemplating how his shirt would feel on her skin. She hated the ludicrous thought and how her body was still tingling all over. The sex was good, but not that good to suddenly become an idiot. Instead of grabbing his shirt, she wrapped a blanket around her nude form and wandered back into the kitchen, setting a mental reminder to search the house for anything of interest in the morning when he would be gone. Weapons. Wine. Chocolate. She so craved the latter, yet all she could find earlier was the damn ketchup. 388 days. She sighed, pouring herself another glass of water as she watched the woods outside, imagining walking out and away from Mercy's life. Only to be eaten by one of Jacob's failed animal experiments. Mercedes had no idea how long she had stayed like that, but the next thing she heard were footsteps, the old floorboards alerting her to his approach before hands encircled her middle. "Can't sleep?", Jacob mumbled as he rested his head on top of hers. The simple gesture that was so alien coming from him and in any other situation would be considered sweet to her bore only a promise of danger.

"I woke up craving chocolate.", it was a half-lie, or half-truth, depending on how someone wanted to look at it. "And you found none stashed away.", he guessed. "Sadly." "Come back to bed.", the request was paired with a kiss behind her ear. She shook her head sharply, "Your bed is the couch, Jacob. You just fell asleep before we could talk about it." "I'm not sleeping on the damned couch, Mercedes. You're really gonna try to make me after what happened?" "Well, I won't be either, so I don't know what to tell you. And 'what happened' was nothing." "The bed it is, then.", Jacob said in a final tone, ignoring her denial of the significance of whatever he saw between them as he grasped her hand and led her towards the bedroom. "Goodnight.", he whispered as she found herself back into his arms beneath the covers. Bad idea. It's such a bad idea. She buried her face in his chest, his warmth engulfing her and heating her in the same way the fire had the living room. Casper had asked her many times how she always managed to keep emotions out of the jobs she pulled, and her answer always was, "I simply don't know how to even fall for them, only how to fake it." From experience, she was certain she would never fall for Jacob. That she shouldn't at any cost. Yet for the time being, she decided to allow herself to enjoy his embrace, despite it being as real as the woman she was portraying and maybe even more treacherous than his brother's poisonous words. Yes, we all have a role to play, Jacob. Don't I know that better than anyone else… She couldn't help but wonder what role he had chosen when it came down to her.

Waking up in an unfamiliar place all alone that morning, especially after spending such a long time surrounded by people at the Compound, definitely took Mercedes aback. She turned, finding the spot next to her empty. It was an expected but still somewhat disappointing outcome. Why do I care that he didn't stay? I should be happy he didn't. I am happy, in fact. She tried to convince herself it was for the better Jacob had left without even saying goodbye before she had woken up and that him not being clingy was exactly what she needed. What she wanted as a reaction after their night together. She took a couple of more minutes just to stay in bed, which felt like a luxury in itself after having to rise up at crack of dawn for over an year, sometimes even in the middle of the night if Joseph had decided his flock was in a dire need of a sermon. Why care about my need of beauty sleep? Or the fact that everytime my soul was close to leaving its body so it can escape having to listen to his rambling at such ungodly hours. Eventually, she finally got up, frowning at the destroyed dress that lay on the ground on her way to the bathroom. "Mercy, child, what happened to the white dress.", she mocked Joseph's voice, "Oh, you know, your brother cut it open before fucking me like there's no tomorrow. But enough about me, father.", a laugh escaped her at how he'd react if she even said something like that to him. "And where the hell did my underwear go?", she muttered as she jumped into the shower, noting she only had seen her bra laying on one of the armchairs in the bedroom. Nothing in the bathroom indicated Jacob had taken the time to freshen up before leaving, and in a way, she wasn't surprised. Since she had known him he was always serious, refusing to entertain even a small conversation, completely dedicated to his duties in the region to the point even members of the Project whispered behind his back about how ruthless he was. And yet… he had come with her, spent the night. Just the thought of him had her hand wandering down her stomach in an attempt to mirror his caress. The hot water ran over her aching body, somewhat soothing out the lingering soreness he had left her with as her fingers worked in desperation to bring her release. The second it hit her, she could help but picture Jacob and how things would have gone down if he was there with her. How he'd feel. Certainly better than her hand. "Shame you left. We could have had more fun.", she whispered, setting for washing her hair next and hoping that by the time she was done showering, all thoughts of him would disappear, carried away by the water together with the fact she had touched herself while picturing someone that was essentially the enemy. To her dismay that didn't happen and she did her hardest the ignore the concerning realization as she wrapped a fresh towel around herself and stepped out of the stall. A look in the mirror confirmed she was somewhat back to her old self: she seemed more relaxed than she had felt in a long while, face flushed with a satisfied gleam in her eyes. "Focus on why you're here. It's not for him. It never was.", she warned the woman staring at her, but her smile didn't waiver, "Why are you so happy? The man hates you. He can destroy everything, make your sacrifice pointless if you let this get out of hand. You had your fun, now it's done."

The last part did the job to remind her of her purpose, and she wandered back into the living room in just the towel, a sense of freedom hanging over her, almost as if she was back home in her condo. Being herself, not playing a role. When she came into the kitchen, a note was waiting for her on the table with a chocolate on top of it. "For the dress.", she read his messy writing out loud, "A man of few words, aren't you? Couldn't even bother to sign your name." She would have been lying if she was to say the small act of kindness didn't threaten to chip away at her defenses even a little bit, especially since it meant he had remembered something so mundane she was craving. I've had men at my every beck and call. Had been gifted anything my heart desired for years. And this is what makes me melt? It's beyond amature, naive. Like something Mercy would read too much into. This is not me. After searching the pantry, she miraculously found a couple of forgotten protein bars, and as she ate, her thoughts continued to drift back to Jacob instead of focusing on her plan of action. It didn't take long for her to make up her mind about heading to him again: she still had an official task, a chance to gather intel. She couldn't miss any opportunity to find a weak spot in the Project's defenses. A little visit wouldn't hurt, Joseph told me to keep an eye out after all.

"Praised be the Father on this fine morning, sister.", a familiar Chosen greeted her the second she exited the cabin. A chill hung in the air, and she was glad she had chosen a dress with longer sleeves, one that she suspected wouldn't result in another comparison to Faith. The outfit she had worn the previous day was specially selected for Joseph, an important piece to Mercedes becoming what he wanted to see: sweet, innocent Mercy. The light blue dress she had put on few minutes prior was meant just for Jacob, and she couldn't help but smirk at the idea it would be so easy to undo, sparing him the trouble of getting a knife involved again. Though she didn't intent for a repeat of the night before, quite the opposite: damage control was crucial, she needed to make sure where they stood and ensure the whole thing wouldn't blow back into her face as she doubted Joseph would ever actually punish his brother for straying off his path and instead shift the whole blame onto her, accusing her of seducing the Herald. The goal that day was simply to still appeal to Jacob while keeping him at arm's length, knowing full well he was most likely to drop his guard if he was distracted, a little smitten even. Business as usual. "Isaac, right?", she asked as she closed the front door. "You remembered.", was all the man said in surprise before he made haste for a truck parked out front. She followed close behind, buckling herself in and clutching Joseph's Bible in her lap as the Chosen set off towards St. Francis.

The drive passed in absolute silence to the point that even Isaac's breathing was abnormally quiet, no doubt another thing Jacob had "trained" his men to suppress in fear of angering him with their presence. Walking through the rolls of cages felt just as harrowing as the day before. She couldn't imagine ever being able to stride past the unfortunate souls locked in them and be completely emotionless or not get the urge to let them out, consequences be damned. Yet all of Jacob's men showed no compassion, playing the role he had chosen for them perfectly. How does one just lose their humanity like this? His office was empty again, a new poster hanging in the place of the one she had ripped off previously. "Are you testing me?", she mumbled to herself as Isaac left the room without even sparing her a look, focused on returning to his duties. Seconds later, after tucking the poster out of sight between the couch's cushions, she was staring at a bare wall yet again. She could sense he was baiting her, but she couldn't help but rebel a bit, especially through something he couldn't really go to Joseph with. What would he say? That I'm doodling on his precious posters? Oh, must be a sin.

Hours dragged by in wait, with the occasional footsteps moving past the door but never stopping. The increased traffic outside the room bothered her somewhat, because it gave off the impression something was being prepared when she had found no intel hinting at it. Are you out on the attack you're planning so meticulously, Jacob? Eventually Isaac finally re-emerged, announcing that he would be locking her in per Jacob's orders. What the fuck? The Chosen offered no explanation as he left in a haste before she could even get a question out, the click of the door's lock putting her on edge immediately. Then a haunting song started echoing down the hallways, and it seemed that all hell broke lose with it. Shouting, screams, and the unmistakable sounds of gunshots were all she could hear as she paced around the office, unable to shake off the feeling of helplessness. Mercedes clutched the back of the chair, her mind involuntarily drawing a vivid picture of the carnage that was happening within the Vet Center. Something thumped against the door suddenly, making her tense up in anticipation of danger. Then the handle jiggled, the sound cutting right into her as she faced the fact that the lock was the only thing standing between her and the person on the other side. And I have no place to run. The haunting jiggling persisted, then a body began hitting the door in attempts to break it down until she was sure the lock would give way. It didn't. Gunshots rang out instead, followed by the sound of residing footsteps, reeking of discipline, complete control. The fact that the attempt to break in had ceased so abruptly told her whoever had made it that far and still had the will to fight against their conditioning wasn't amongst the living anymore.

"You wanted me here today? Why?", she breathed out, wishing for the silence to return, for the goddamned song to stop playing on a loop. ♫ Only you. Can make all this world seem right. Only you… ♫ Only you. It was the same title engraved on the inside of the music box she had found yesterday and made it more disturbing he had chosen a love song as a trigger to the start of what he considered training, but only consisted of people needlessly killing each other. Her gaze remained glued to the treeline past the hospital's fence. She was zoning out, picturing she was there instead in attempts to cancel out the chaos when it all went quiet as suddenly as it had started. Yet despite the silence that fell over the hospital, the song was still bouncing around in her mind freely. "Fucking stop it.", she gritted out, unsure how much time had even passed since being locked inside but it sure felt like eternity. Joseph expects me to sit here everyday, be his eyes. Sit around, watch and listen while innocent people die. Mercedes knew she had to find the Militia or anyone that could deliver a message for her as soon as possible. She had to make true on her promise and see her revenge through before losing whatever sanity she had remaining. Still shaken up, she dragged herself back to Jacob's chair, sinking in it while she eyed Joseph's Bible in disdain. First chance I get, I'm burning that shit.

Finally, a key was inserted into the lock, followed by a click and footsteps, neither making her look up from the desk. "Let me guess… didn't see no poster hanging again today, hm?", Jacob chirped as he came to a stop in front of her, his tone too light. "Someone tried to force their way into the room." "I know. It was nothing serious.", he replied matter-of-factly, "I took care of it." She bit her tongue, stopping so much from escaping before actually saying, "You had Isaac drive me here for this. Made me sit defenseless while you conducted your trial just outside the door, forcing me to listen. Why?" His icy gaze remained on her, and she took in his attire in turn, the same clothes he wore the day before now splattered in blood. She wasn't surprised at the confirmation he hadn't taken the time to shower in the cabin nor stop for a change of clothes, instead heading straight to his duty as a 'Herald'. "Why, Jacob?", she pushed against his silence, "Is this your way of sending me packing? I thought you had changed your mind and would at least act like a half-decent human being after yesterday." Jacob shook his head, the only thing he had to offer in response. Mercy or not, I'm done putting up with your mind games. Mercedes got up, hands clutching the 'bible' to her chest as she took a step towards the door. "Where do you think you're going?", he questioned sternly and moved in her direction. "To find Isaac so he can drive me back to the cabin. We're done here." "No." She huffed, "I'm not going to sit around and wait for you to throw a word my way. You hate me, fine. But to lock me in here without any warning on what's to take place was just cruel… What did I ever do to you to decide you feel like tormenting me whenever the mood strikes? Whatever idea you have about me, about 'Mercy', I'm not someone you can walk over and make yourself feel stronger by doing so." He was in front of her now, eyes darkening more and more with each word she uttered out.

His expression wasn't enough to make her stop. It would have been for Mercy, but she wasn't her, not in that moment, "What would your brother think about how you've been treating me? That one of your captives almost attacked me. That you've basically done nothing to make sure I've settled in as he had asked. Fucking me doesn't count as caring, Jacob. The cabin has no food, I spent both days here without anything to eat, barely got offered water. I'm not one of your test subjects or the men you boss around. Yet I can't help but wonder if you're going to throw me in a cage the second another mood swing happens and you decide you're over my very existence." His gaze shifted to the book she was holding, lips twisting into a snarl when he retorted, "Who do you think told me to do it, Mercedes?" "What?", she blinked. Jacob nodded, "Yes. All the Father's idea." "No.", certainly he was lying, "Why?" A frown emerged at the question, "It doesn't matter." "Do you even know the reason?" "I suspect why." Cryptic fucker. "And I guess you won't tell me?" "No." "Goodbye, Jacob.", she told him and stepped around him, set on putting distance between herself and what had just occurred in that forsaken place. His hand wrapped around her upper arm again, his hold only getting tighter when she tried to shake it off, "Don't go." "I'm not playing this game. Last night was a mistake for so many reasons, and if I needed any proof of that, you just provided it to me without me even asking."

She had no idea what part of what she said set him off, but he maneuvered himself in front of her again, his dark stare forcing her to take steps back until she hit the edge of the desk. Pushing me around again. She regarded him with a defiant stare as he snatched the book from her hands, and set it on the wooden surface as far away from them as possible. "It wasn't a mistake. You wanted it as much as I did.", he argued, towering over her, "You asked me about the blood on my hands yesterday. It's the same with food, water. It's become a habit. I'm not used to… caring. Considering people's needs. It's not what I do here, sweetheart." "And yet you pull this the morning after. How should I feel about it then, Jacob?", while a part of her believed the excuse he hadn't thought of her basic needs, her eyes narrowed at his tone and arrogant conviction of how she felt about their night together. "It was either you staying locked inside my office or watching it all unfolding up close." Mercedes scoffed, "Sure it was." "I'm serious. Joseph wanted you to see it first-hand. I couldn't deliver on that request." "Why?" "Because despite what he believes, what God tells him, I don't think you're ready for it, nor that you're cut out to-", he stopped himself, frustration seeping in to match hers when he added, "If you want your questions answered go to Joseph. Don't waste my time. I have a job to do here."

Jacob might have been right about her not wanting to see any of it with her own eyes because it would have most likely resulted in her teetering on the edge of breaking character. Still, a part of her felt bitter at the idea he still considered her to be this spineless, helpless girl, when he was the only person in Hope County to even get glance at the real her, no matter how brief. "Well, I can easily fix that… move out of my way since I'm such a waste of time. I certainly didn't intend that.", she said with a forced smile, actually meaning the words. She hadn't planned to get involved with him on a personal level. He was the one that made the first move and, for some reason, had chosen to blame her for his lack of self-control afterwards. "Maybe, but just your mere presence is enough to waste my time.", he muttered, hand traveling up her arm to her shoulder until it cupped her cheek. Should that be an insult or a compliment? His tone shifted, "Throughout the whole trial, my mind strayed back to you. I was supposed to be focused, present, and yet all I could seem to think of was you. Only you. You're a distraction. And I don't do those." "Then don't think of me. Simple.", Mercedes offered, trying to ignore the way he was staring at her and the memories it brought back, or how he had used the phrase from the goddamned song that was still lurking in the back of her mind. "How? When I can still smell you all over me?", he snapped back, his lips finding hers before she even had a chance to answer or suggest a shower as a solution to the ridiculous problem.

There was nothing innocent or gentle about the kiss, with both of them fighting to take the lead, to come on top as hunger took over. Before she knew what was happening Jacob was spinning her around until she was facing the wall behind his desk, the same one she had stared at for so long since her arrival to a point she had every indent, spot and crack in it memorized. Anticipation coursed through her body when he moved her hair off her shoulder and pushed the sleeve down her arm, his mouth descending on her exposed skin, teeth nipping before he whispered, "Should I stop?" Yes. I'm a distraction, remember? You don't even like me. And I don't need you. Not when you could jeopardize my whole plan. "No.", came out as a sharp reply instead. "Good." Her hands gripped the edge of the desk as he gathered her dress, hiking it up until cold air hit the back of her thighs. "I like this dress better. It suits you more.", Jacob noted with approval. "I thought you might. It reminded me of your eyes.", she grabbed his hand, bringing it to her chest, "And wait until you see the front. I trust you can figure this one out." Jacob swiftly undid the bow that held the bodice closed and let out a groan when his fingers were met by bare skin. "Beautiful." She had been called that word many times, but coming from his mouth felt different, made her heart flutter even if he was actually complimenting her choice of outfit.

His hands moved on from her breasts to drag her underwear down her legs and the next instant his fingers seeked her heat, gliding in and out with ease, "So ready for me, sweetheart." A noise of protest left Mercedes when his touch retreated, but it was shortlived as he grabbed her hips and without even knowing when he had managed to undo his pants, he entered her from behind in a flash, burying himself to the hilt. A whimper slipped past her lips at the sudden instrusion, more following in its wake as he started to move without giving her any opportunity to adjust. "Tell me why I couldn't stop imagining doing just this the whole day?", Jacob said as his lips lowered to her neck, "Did you think of me, too?" She couldn't help but continue opposing him, knowing full well that deep down he enjoyed it, "No. Not even for a second." "No?", he asked, not sounding convinced at all of her lie, "Then how about I change that… make sure you remember me anytime you move?" Long, hard strokes paired with the continuous pressure of his thumb on her clit threatened to push her over the edge as she held onto the desk, relying on it to keep her unright and refusing to show how much he was rattling her. "You were holding back on me last night. What a shame.", she purred, "Harder, Jacob, you won't break me." The rational side of her reminded her of who he was, what he had put her through just minutes before, but his voice and his praises mixed with the sounds coming from both of them drowned out the pesky truths plaguing her thoughts. "You feel so good.", he choked out, and his free hand found her breast, palming it just as footsteps carried down the hallway, accompanied by low chatter.

The idea of them potentially getting caught on top of the things he was doing to her body brought her to climax, a moan ripping out her before she could stop it. "Shh, I need you to be quiet. You don't want company, do you?", Jacob instructed when whoever was outside passed by their door. His palm moved from her chest to cover her mouth while he continued to drive into her, his punishing thrusts picking up as he chased his own release. All she could do was squeeze her walls around him in response and match his movements, wondering if he would make her come for a second time. "Look at you following instructions. So obedient for once. Excellent.", he mocked, causing Mercedes to bite down on his fingers in warning, "You might be a wolf, sweetheart… but do you know what I do to them?", he let out a dark laugh, his voice waivering and betraying he was far from unbothered. With his men finally out of earshot, his hand returned to her chest, pinching her nipple, "You're close, aren't you? Greedy to come on my cock again. I can tell." She jerked her head in a nod, her skin feeling clammy with sweat while her low moans spilled freely as he focused on granting her another climax that hit her even harder the the previous. It wasn't long before he followed her over the edge, his release spilling inside her after the let out a guttural growl and buried his face in her hair. As the fog around her brain began to clear, a harsh realization washed over her, clashing with the pleasure she felt.

Fucked. I'm fucked. Both literally and figuratively. Bare. They had gone bare. No wonder it felt different. She hated the foolishness that had taken over her and how she hadn't once thought about protection in the heat of the moment. It wasn't because she hadn't done it with targets before, but all for the fact with him it felt more personal, like it meant something. Mercedes knew that made him dangerous. She completely slumped over the desk, trying her hardest to minimize the situation and convince herself it was just the postcoutal bliss she felt at the moment talking. Yet all of her attempts become pointless the moment Jacob bent down too, fingers tangling into her curls as he kissed her cheek then rested his head against it. "Exhausted you, didn't I?", he chuckled, seeming fully oblivious to her inner turmoil, "Think you can still walk?" She stared at the wall where his poster used to be, then out of the small window next to it, her words coming out in an even voice despite the array of emotions she wished she wasn't experiencing, "You forgot something." "What?", he sounded lost for a second until he slipped out of her, "Oh, fuck." "Yeah. That." "I-I-", he stopped, "I got carried away." A sigh escaped her, "You and me, both." "It will be fine. It was just once.", Jacob announced mostly to himself, his tone lacking conviction. Oh…you think- Yeah, we're not THAT fucked, Jacob.

"I'm on the pill.", she replied quickly as she turned to face him. He gave her a confused look, "Then why were you acting strange?" Mercedes shrugged, changing the subject, "And you…I thought you'd at least feel some panic at the idea of becoming a father." He pulled her into his arms, gazing into her eyes when he shook his head, "What if I hoped it happens?" Excuse me? Did my brain somehow short-circuit after that second orgasm? A frown took over her features, "Didn't you just say "you got carried away", why would you be hopeful?" He said nothing as his lips met hers in a gentle kiss, and the second they backed away, she prompted him again, refusing to drop the subject, "You didn't accidentally forget about contraception, did you, Jacob?" Her question was met with silence as he zipped up his pants and sat down at his desk, the change of demeanor only made her more suspicious of his motivations. Maybe it's a turn-on for him? Yes, a fantasy. What else could it be? It wasn't like that would have been the most unconventional thing she had encountered with men, and to her, it seemed like the only plausible explanation. Jacob finally spoke up, sounding detached, too matter-of-fact, "Isaac will drive you home and take care of stocking the fridge. I have more things to take care of here." More trials. More people have to die for the Project. For Joseph. So you can fill whatever emptiness your service left you with. "Okay.", was all she could muster as she regarded him from the corner of her eye, wondering what was running through his mind.

His gaze shifted to the wall, tone becoming lighter when he asked, "So… Where's my poster?" She looked up from tying her dress closed, not missing the hunger still lurking in his gaze, "You're back to that? I told you-" "I had a new one put up this morning." "There was nothing when I arrived, Jacob.", she lied, pairing it with a perplexed look. "Mercedes." Mercy's signature smile full of innocence was back on her face, "I swear on the Father." …'s corpse. Jacob shook his head, "Go. Before I make you confess, when that's my baby brother's forte." Mercedes grabbed Joseph's book on her way to the door, trying to not read much into the way she couldn't stop herself from sneaking a final glance at him or how his lips were twisted into a small smile. The second she grabbed the door handle, he called out, sounding more like the man that had fucked her senseless and less like a commander doing a briefing, "I will see you tonight." The simple statement made her a pause, and she hated the giddiness that threatened to take over her system, "I thought you didn't have time to babysit?" When he remained silent, she added, "What if I don't let you in? Are you going to sleep in the woods?" Another laugh escaped him, "I like the challenge, sweetheart."

His words followed her as she exited the office and did her hardest to ignore the blood splattered on the other side of the door and the crimson that adorned the walls leading to the hospital's main entrance. It was a reminder Jacob had turned St. Francis into his own battlefield, watching over as the people he had captured killed each other over the promise of survival of the fittest. His personal lab rats running rampant in the maze. He thought she had no idea about his experiments, but she always listened, gathered whatever information people would let slip up while believing she wasn't paying attention. She hated the realization the darkened spots she had observed on the walls before were nothing but the blood his men weren't able to clean off, as if the corruption itself was seeping into the building's foundation, the dead leaving a piece of themselves behind. Their legacy. A hopeless message of warning for anyone who dared to enter.

Tagging @josephseedismyfather @adelaidedrubman @thesingularityseries @euryalex @detectivelokis @nightbloodbix @aceghosts @madparadoxum @theelderhazelnut @purplehairsecretlair @neonneurons @dumbassdep @shegetsburned @poisonedtruth @vampireninjabunnies-blog @cassietrn @voidika @harmonyowl @v0idbuggy @strangefable @schoute @jacobsneed @strafethesesinners @g0dspeeed @trench-rot @josephslittledeputy and anyone with something to share ❤️

[direwombat]

uquiz roundup

tagged by @inafieldofdaisies, @trench-rot, @cassietrn, @socially-awkward-skeleton, @roofgeese and @voidika to do various uquizes and/or this picrew! (and tagging back for whichever ones y'all haven't done yet!)

tagging @adelaidedrubman, @detectivelokis, @aceghosts, @sstewyhosseini, @purplehairsecretlair, @deputyash, @harmonyowl, @fourlittleseedlings, @vampireninjabunnies-blog, @jacobsneed, @poisonedtruth, @strangefable, @strafethesesinners, @poetikat, @euryalex, @clonesupport, @schoute, @sukoshimikan, and uhhh...anyone else who wants to give them a go!

if your oc were a deity, what would they be the god of?

BALANCE AND REVENGE. another seemingly intimidating figure. some only know you for revenge and fear you. however, you’re fair and provide justice and balance to your worshippers. you are regarded as the judge, jury, and executioner and no one can escape.

interesting considering i'm fairly certain i took this quiz for her before and got "warfare and strategy." but syb does have a strong sense of justice (even when it gets skewed) and the idea of her being judge, jury and executioner does reflect her eventual role in eden's gate/new eden

what type of protagonist is your oc?

along for the ride. now this isn't so much a protagonist as it is someone with a lack of boundaries. but hey. who am i to judge. you're here because you just are. things happen to you, you don't happen to things. there's no "fateful day", there's simply "ah, shit. here we go.". and to be fair--it truly can be so enriching, and a lot others around you might've missed out on some of these life-altering adventures you got to be a part of. but consider--you can't be a side character to your own life. whether you feel it or not, you do matter. so stop the car, or drive yourself for a little. it'll be worth it.

how is your oc's soul percieved?

the analyzing heart. you have the soul of an intellect. you like to figure out how things work, you want to take them apart and put them back together again. you strive for answers and you're not afraid to ask the difficult questions. one day you'll have to learn to accept not everything can be explained away. it's okay to let your heart bleed. it's okay to let your soul long for impossible things. the most incredible mysteries are the ones that are never solved, but merely felt.

what is your oc's underlying motif?

the coffee. whether it’s your sharp tongue, your tendency to blow hot or cold, or the familiarity of you, you’re the coffee. don’t immediately assume that your undercurrent means you’re bitter, a common misconception, because people who like coffee always make it work for them. coffee doesn’t always have to be dark, it can be a warmth that’s comforting and the first start to a day. you aren’t nearly as tough as you make out to be, but we’ll keep your secret. you’re a constant, won’t ever go out of style. not everyone’s taste, but what is these days? an unknown quote reads “I like drinking coffee alone and reading alone... I realize that even though I like being alone, I don’t fancy being lonely” remember you don’t always need to face things yourself, there’s a reason people suggest “coffee?” when they want to spend time together.

what is your oc's darkest desire?

to give in. darkness takes beautiful forms in the human body. whatever's been holding you back from it, you're ready to surrender. you watch the moonlight shapeshift on the flooded earth, and think you might be lonelier than your mother. you've always been afraid of screaming, but you do it now, louder and louder until your throat bleeds, but no matter the pain, you're never turning back. (don't make deals you're not prepared to die for)

no highlights on this one because....OOF. literally her entire story arc is her giving in to jacob and the cult, her entire story is her slowly being broken down and relinquishing control :') </3

[feverinfeveroutfic]

the skeleton key | chapter six: sweet nothin’

“Okay, but promise me that you won’t tell anyone about this.”

It was my lunch break and Alex had gone off elsewhere after our little rendezvous, and I knew in my heart of hearts that I could not hold any of that in. I had to tell someone, and it had to be Marcy, who gazed on at me with utmost intent. She held her lunchtime cup of coffee in between her hands, and she held her face closer to my own as if she wanted this to be the secret of a lifetime.

In a way, it was the secret of a lifetime. I had a moment with Alex in the back room of the bakery. I had a moment with him and yet I had no idea as to how to break it to her, especially since we weren’t technically alone there in the courtyard outside of the bakery. People could overhear us if they were willing.

“How do I put this,” I muttered aloud.

“Just say it,” Marcy insisted with a shrug of her shoulders. She held the cup of coffee down upon her knees, and all I could think about was how Alex touched me back there. It had been a couple of hours since then, and yet I could still feel him. I could still taste him on my lips and hear him in my ears.

So many things that I wanted to say. So many ways in which I wanted to phrase it.

“We had…” I cleared my throat. “…breakfast.”

“Breakfast?”

“Yes. You know.” I showed her the tip of my tongue, and then I gave my hair a slight toss back with the flick of my head.

“Breakfast.”

Her eyes wandered off to the side, and I could see her piecing it together. She then raised her eyebrows, the result of her having figured it out faster than I had initially thought.

“When?”

“Before you showed up. We were in the kitchen.”

Marcy sipped on her coffee, and then she leaned in even closer to me.

“How?” she asked in a hushed whisper.

“How? How what?”

“How did you do that without anyone hearing or seeing you?”

“I’m not sure. Add to that, it just sort of… happened.”

She nibbled on her bottom lip as her eyes scanned over me. If only I knew what she was thinking right at that moment.

“What was it like?”

“Interesting. He was sweet and wanted to please me, but we were in the kitchen, though. I worried about us making too much noise or getting caught up in a cloud of flour.”

“You know, it’s the damnedest thing: I actually think about the two of you dancing on the back of a cloud of flour from time to time.” She sipped on her coffee again, and the mere sight of it made me think of him yet again.

“He apparently has a girlfriend,” I said to her.

“And you slept with him?” She raised her eyebrows at that.

“Yeah.” I paused for a second. “I actually don’t regret it in the least, either. Like… if it was with someone else, I probably wouldn’t have done anything and asked them to leave, but with Alex, it just felt so natural. It felt right, I would say.”

Marcy leaned forward, still with the cup of coffee cradled in between her hands. I could see it in her eyes and her face, the whole thought process of figuring all this out.

“There’s a gap in his heart, Marce. A gap that beckons a certain shape, and I wonder as to how I could fit into it.”

“You do fit into it,” she assured me. “If he’s willing to be with you but reluctant to be with her, then that’s a sign. He won’t commit to her but he feels close to you, though.”

I then shook my head. “I don’t know, now that I really look at you and your face, Marce,” I confessed to her. “You know, in the grand scope of things, I committed adultery.”

“No, he committed adultery. You are merely a role in it. And you are a role in his fighting for himself and his way out of what could be a bad relationship. It kind of makes me want to snoop around on him, and also her, like who is she and what does she do.”

“Big part of me doesn’t want to fuck around with that,” I confessed to her. “I don’t know who she is and I kind of want to just leave it at that.”

“That’s where I come in,” she suggested.

“You?” I was taken aback by that. “Why you?”

“I’m a third party. I’m also hanging out with Eric now, his band mate in his main band who’s known Alex since he was like fifteen.”

“Wow!”

“Yeah. He’s the guy who was at the Stu Hamm gig, the heavyset guy with the long black hair. We just started talking and that was it. He’s like the nicest dude in the world.”

“Nicer than Alex?” I teased her.

“Oh, nobody beats Alex’s sweetness,” she retorted to me with a shake of her head. “But I’ll tell Eric about it and we can think of something together, me and him. I guess he doesn’t like her, either.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yeah. He told me that Alex is lucky to know us, especially you.”

She sipped on her coffee once again, that time a much bigger drink and I knew she was nearing the bottom of the cup.

“Be the key to his heart, Al. The key to his heart and soul. Be something that you couldn’t be for years before.”

I closed my eyes at that. I couldn’t be like this to the two of them, that was for certain. In fact, this all seemed unreal, all of it completely pure fantasy. This all happened so quickly for me, such that I could scarcely think of anything else as to what to do right then. I had a moment with Alex in the kitchen, and right when his girlfriend tried to come in contact with him as well. I never dreamed that I would be involved in an affair before, but there I was, finding myself knee-deep in one of those right at that moment.

But then again, I wondered if it could in fact be worth it. I could be the resident baker for him and the brief tour in a few days’ time.

“You fill his belly and touch his heart,” she explained to me. “Give him the feeling that you give unto him so unbelievably well.”

“If nothing else, I’ll take to the first few dates as well as the ones down here, too. I’ll make things to go with it all, too.” I licked my lips and ran my fingers through my hair, and I turned my attention over to her.

“I need to draw up some things. I’m going to make this boy so thick with pastry cream, that girl won’t know what’ll hit her.”

“When do they go on tour?” she asked me.

“Starting Thursday and it goes all the way to Valentine’s Day,” I replied. “They start in Seattle, too. And they have two dates down here in L.A. So that right there is three days. Three days to get all this shit right.”

“The Metal Allegiance guys wanna drive us there to the Los Angeles dates,” she told me. “And Eric invited us to his place way up in Sacramento, too.”

“Us? You and me?” I raised my eyebrows at that.

“You and me.”

“And I still have to tell Alex if I’m going to join him on the tour with his jazz band.” I sighed through my nose, as the thought of being the other woman left me reeling but also curious as to where it would all go from there. “Three days to get it all right.” I glanced down at my watch. “And I have to get back to work. I’ll call him and tell him the news, and then I’m on my way to Seattle.”

“That’s the Alison Chains I know,” Marcy remarked, and then she stopped dead in her tracks. “But wait, what about Jerry?”

“What about Jerry?” I echoed her. “He won’t be going on tour for months. I’ll cross that bridge when I get there.”

[angevinyaoiz]

hiiiii i know this may come across as a bizzarre request but ... do you have any rec ( book, essay, movies other than tliw ) that follows the Oedipical interpretation of Eleanor & Richard I relationship on the wave of tliw ? i'm curious to know if it's a tliw-only interpretation or it can be found in other texts too!

not a bizarre request at all for this blog XD

This is the part where I have to shill The Devil's Crown again, which probably is the series that really leans on that sort of oedipal weirdly affectionate/resentful/close relationship a lot when it comes to Richard and Eleanor, even moreso because it shows their relationship and interesting attachment to each other over time (one of those cases too where when you cast the motherson actors around the same age they tend to develop a certain chemistry...) You can DM if you're interested in that.

Also if you like crumbs, the Dan Jones documentary about Henry II's dramas is very cheesy but there are some *hm emoji* moments by the reenactors that I of course find very amusing

Honestly it also is fun to just read the historical writings as well with The Goggles bc even though there's not a lot of records of course of people's internal individual thoughts and feelings kind of the Professional Structure of people's relationships are always very fascinating. For me, I'm always drawn to stories where Maternal inheritance plays a big role and that's a theme that comes up in all the stories I feel when talking about Eleanor and Richard, they're connected not just bc of familial affection etc but with very material and practical connections of land, wealth, and ancestral title (being invested with the symbols of the rule of Poitou and Aquitaine early on as extension of her authority as well, Henry bringing her out of jail to manipulate Richard into giving her his claims, etc). It becomes an interesting basis and skeleton, I guess, to project emotion upon...TLIW takes a lot of advantage of this where a lot of the story is about the characters who have human emotions towards each other but it's channeled through desperately demanding and wanting to control each others lands.

The oedipal kind of interpretation of seems to be kind of almost taken for granted in some of the earlier writings from the 1970s and before such as in the writings of James Brundage in his Richard Lion Heart (1974). I also can't find it now but I also remember coming across some amusing blogs that wrote about the two of them in very hmmm Romantic-ish ways that on one hand was interesting to me but also clearly felt like it was doing a lot of projecting on these people's emotions and motivations XD in general.

I believe those kinds of assumptions of the era are the ones that John gillingham and Jean Flori were criticizing and pushing back on in their scholarship since it relies on some pretty wild assumption making about Richard and Eleanor's personalities and internal motivations that are impossible to know, as well as very dated and prejudiced ideas about "aberrant sexuality" (obviously, if u hate ur dad and love ur mom this is clearly GAY HOMOSEXUAL behavior according to these ppl...) . Overall the psychoanalyst fanfictions are not great for an objective historical analysis but they ARE fun for the literary freak goggles definitely

[antihibikase-archive]

“You’re asking for my name? Aren’t we all the same person anyway? ..well, if it helps distinguish us from each other, call me Slater. Nothing else, okay?”

Cherenverse Notes:

Cheren Slater / The Heart 

Age : 17

Trainer Class : Gym Leader (Suspended)

A Cheren from the era of Neo Team Plasma’s attack and downfall. This one seems to be currently suspended from his gym leader role for undisclosed reasons. Regardless, he’s still a respected teacher in Aspertia City, even if he seems desperate to hide certain skeletons in his closet.

Comments:

“Suspended from his gym leader duties? Undisclosed reasons? What if this one killed a guy?”

“His strange demeanor could be a cover for something malicious. We need to thread carefully.”

“What do you mean he’s 17??? Have you seen that tapestry in his apartment???”

I think it would be really funny if everyone in the Cherenverse had notes on each other just in case one of them turns on the other..

I have no idea what the plot for a Cherenverse game would be outside of “you’re all a bunch of Cherens with a silly weapon and one Pokemon each, and you all walk around like Earthbound characters in a line”. Slater’s weapon would either be a parasol he was given by Bianca (imagine not being able to take both the cold and the heat) or a frying pan.

Also, this is post-Relic Castle Slater, so he’s celebrated his 17th birthday! Most of his issues seem to have settled down, but.. he still has his moments, of course.

Currently, most of his Pokemon are in his home at Nuvema, and though he’s back to teaching at Aspertia, his gym leader status is currently suspended as decided by the league. In the meantime, Hilda is taking his place as temporary gym leader and is utilizing his team. 

Anyway, here’s the GIFs of Slater! There’s four that couldn’t fit in the post, so I’ll just sneak them in here + the sprites post and a little surprise. :)

Blush + Doubt + Excited GIFs:

Talksprites:

And a special little sprite;

[i-love-yoi]

How will you spend Halloween and what kind of costumes did you have?

I know it’s early, but I really wanted to do it, and I’ll publish it in advance, otherwise I’ll forget to publish it on Halloween. Of course, Halloween is prohibited in my country, but in honor of October I decided to do it.

TW:GN!reader, romantic relationship, caroling, typical and stupid costumes, Halloween, fluff.

Sunny

•He wouldn’t need any costume for Halloween, he would have been accepted as one of their own—

•Although, I think he would not attach such great importance to this holiday.

•Or maybe he just wouldn’t show it?

•You know, he's not very emotional.

•Or maybe he would have even slept through it.

•Although, you are the only one who can drag him outside, even if he wants to drown a little more in his fantasy world, where everything is good and joyful.

•Honestly, he would still prefer to stay at home and spend time together without costumes, just giving some children candy that comes to you.

•In any case, you are home alone, since his mother was busy again and had her own personal plans, so she left you alone that night.

•I think, since it’s Halloween, you would definitely do something related to this theme, for example, watch horror films, eat candy, or, if you and Sunny agree, then walk down the street on Halloween night while most people were in different suits.

•Although, if it’s quite cold there, then he wouldn’t really want to go there.

•He would much rather sit under a warm blanket, cuddling with you, and watch anything, enjoying each other's company and watching what you both chose.

•But what about traditional Halloween costumes, if you can actually discuss it?

•I think costumes like: Zombie and skeleton or mummy and pharaoh would suit you.

•I think you already know who is who.

•Of course, Sunny we will have a zombie and a mummy, and you will be a skeleton and a pharaoh.

•At least Sunny really gets used to the role of some kind of zombie or mummy.

•Although he didn’t even think about getting used to this role, a certain drowsiness helps him in this.

•He doesn't really want to go door to door and ask people for candy.

•At a minimum, he feels uncomfortable talking to strangers, especially in large crowds.

•Well, what did you want? He did not leave the house for 4 whole years, spending almost most of the time in bed and in his dreams.

•You would mostly eat candy, he’s not that hungry, and he has a bunch of different candies at home, of course, if they haven’t expired—

Kel

•Oh, he loves Halloween.

•Basically, he loves any holiday.

•He is always so active and cheerful, especially on holidays.

•He will obviously want to go caroling with you.

•Also, I think he would obviously like the idea of trying out matching suits with you.

•Even if they were very stupid or strange.

•The most important thing is that you both like them, right?

•I think your couples costumes would be just humorous.

•Kel himself would mostly insist on this.

•Your paired costumes would be like those same dinosaurs from AliExpress—

•However, I think when you went door to door collecting candy, Kel was sometimes rejected as an adult.

•Although, in Faraway town, it seems to me that everyone has known each other for many years, especially everyone knows Kel.

•But what if you didn't want to go door to door asking for candy?

•Kel would be shocked.

•Like this? Isn't this the most fun part of Halloween!? Moreover, then sit and gorge yourself on these sweets!?

•But if you don't like it, Kel won't insist too much.

•Of course, he will be annoying, asking you to join in the caroling, but if your answer is still the same, he will just grumble at you all the way.

•However, he would definitely like you to at least walk with him in matching suits.

•Oh please...

•I assure you, even if not their house, Kel and Hero's room would definitely be decorated especially for Halloween, at least part of Kel would definitely be decorated.

•However, if you don't want to go out at all, then Kel will be confused.

•He will be happy to stay with you on Halloween, but he wants candy.

•That's why he will first go caroling candy, and then come running into your arms, holding a bag full of different candies.

•Now you can watch something while eating candy under the blankets all night.

Hero

•Well, he's quite old for this holiday, isn't he?

•Moreover, he has a lot of work, because medical school is a pretty hard thing, isn’t it?

•But he will still spend time with you, there is no need to be afraid about that.

•He loves you, especially since sometimes you need to give yourself a day off so as not to develop any ailments or problems with your nerves.

•Of course, he’s unlikely to go caroling; after all, he’s already 19 years old.

•However, if you are still of an age when you can carol, then he simply walks around with you, watching this process, and saying hello to someone from the people.

•Almost everyone knows him in Faraway town, he helped almost everyone there.

•But what about couples suits?

•I think he wouldn't mind obviously.

•I would even consider it cute.

•The costumes with them would be terribly stupid and cute, although he would give free rein to you to choose the costumes.

•He always adapts to people so that they feel comfortable, sometimes forgetting about himself.

•If he chose any costumes, it would be something like romantic heroes from fairy tales and books, for example, a prince and a princess, who is who you yourself understand.

•He will be happy to walk with you around the town at night, wearing a suit.

•The only main thing is that it is not a spider costume, especially a very realistic one—

•I don't think he would decorate his dorm room for Halloween, I think he just doesn't see the point.

•This holiday is only for one day, why waste so much?

•However, he will be happy to help you if you suddenly want to decorate your house/room in honor of Halloween.

•His room is his decision, your room/house is your decision.

•He would like to spend time alone with you, cuddling, talking, watching something, if you want, of course, and just spending time with you.

•If you absolutely need sweets, then trust me, he will find them and bring them.

•He can also cook some delicious food if he has not yet forgotten how to cook and the skills remain.

•He will watch any movie with you, no matter what genre, most importantly without spiders—

•Although, I think, no matter how brave he seems and, to some extent, emotionless in the films, he actually restrains his emotions and feelings, as always.

•Although, if he really can, he will open up to you and be able to freely show his feelings and emotions, without fear of what might accidentally harm you.

•If it’s a horror movie, then he may flinch sometimes, and at times, if it’s pure horror, then he may scream a little and hug you tighter to him.

•If it’s a comedy, you’ll giggle a little; if it’s a drama or melodrama, you’ll even shed a tear.

•He is a rather emotional boy, but after the incident with Kel, he tries to restrain his emotions, afraid of harming others.

•But if your relationship is very trusting and strong, then you will get your emotional boy, who will sometimes talk to you, but not always.

•In the end, he doesn’t want to bother you, and he also doesn’t want you to bear his own burden, no, he doesn’t want that.

Aubrey

•She’s obviously going caroling, and so are you, no questions asked.

•She would be happy to wear a suit with you, but she has no money because of her mother, who drinks everything on drink.

•She won’t even decorate the house because of her mother.

•Her mother would consider it stupid and reckless, and generally a waste of money.

•She wears her own Halloween costumes either those that are already several years old, or those that she puts together from scrap materials.

•Therefore, if you want to wear two-piece suits, you will have to buy them.

•She may feel silly wearing some cute or humorous costumes, but will also be happy that you have matching costumes.

•I think your couple costumes would be a witch and a witch's black cat.

•For her, this is a great sign of love, especially knowing that she doesn’t have much money.

•She’s obviously going to carol for candy.

•And he always tries to get as much candy as possible, at least for your sake.

•But she won’t take away anyone’s candy, no, no.

•This is not fair, everyone must earn their share by any means.

•She'll also be happy to stroll around with you in these matching outfits.

•Even if Halloween seemed like a children's holiday to her, she would still celebrate it.

•At least remembering her childhood, when she happily ran around with Sunny, Kel, Basil, Hero and Mari, and her parents were still together and everyone was happy.

•Well, everyone also want free candy, right?

•If you want to celebrate Halloween only in private, just you and her, then celebrate only in your house, I think you understand why she doesn’t want to celebrate Halloween in her house, right?

•But if you also have problems with your parents, because of which you cannot celebrate Halloween with her, you will simply walk through the streets arm in arm, laughing, communicating, sharing different feelings, memories, situations, and just fooling around.

•She trusts you.

Basil

•It would be a little awkward for him to go and carol from house to house.

•To him it would look like begging

•But he would be glad to go with you.

•Although, he would also be embarrassed to communicate with people from houses, asking them for candy.

•I think you should already speak for him, he is too worried about this.

•He has such anxiety that what if he pisses off these residents of the houses, what if they hate him.

•Feelings of guilt and anxiety almost completely consumed him.

•If your costumes were paired, then these costumes would be the devil and the angel.

•You decide who is where.

•He wouldn’t mind going for a walk, but the anxiety is right there.

•What if anyone attack you? Or what else!? You never know what can happen, especially on a dark night.

•Moreover, Polly would be very worried.

•But he would be happy to spend time alone with you.

•He doesn't mind you staying at his place.

•Grandma would have slept with him anyway, but Polly is just glad that Basil has such a wonderful partner.

•If you were at his house, he would tell you about his plants, what he was able to grow, and you could also look at the photo album.

•This may make you feel sad.

•Also, when he would talk about his plants or something of his own, he would ask if he was tired of his boring stories about plants.

•Anxiety plays in him again.

•He would be happy to watch movies with you.

•Just don’t choose very scary ones, he’s already all traumatized here.

•He would ask Polly to prepare some sweets, cookies for example.

•He himself doesn’t know how to bake, but Polly can.

•It’s unlikely that he would decorate the room in honor of Halloween.

•He wouldn't really want to celebrate it.

•But if you insisted, he would simply break down and give in to you.

•He doesn’t want to argue with you for a long time.

•He doesn't want to lose you.