#i might be totally off the mark with this one but i suppose i'll just have to see

[totem-but-shark]

Foolish and Cellbit were my fav qsmp duo (Idk if they are supposed to have a duo name or something). Obviously bc they had an antagonistic friendship (funny), but also bc Foolish just got REALLY into whatever Cellbit was doing at any given time. Castle, wedding, feds murdering, Ordem Paranormal rooms, whatever. I love you grandmas room. I love you chaos room shrine. I love you coin flip decision. I love you wedding assination enigma. Ily interrogations and elections and that chance encounter in Fed HQ.

Foolish and bad had an antagonistic friendship, too, but they understood each other. They could see through the others bullshit and knee what they were after. Foollish and Cellbit did NOT understand each other (character) AT ALL. It was a mystery and theys what made it fun

I disagree on them not understanding eachother! To me qFoolish and qCellbit did not initially understand eachother but over time, especially after purgatory and towards the end of the server, I feel like Cellbit really came to get foolishs chaos. It used to frustrate Cellbit, Foolishs unpredictability, betrayals that from Cellbits point of view at the time could only be seen as malicious as to him there was only two sides on the island, you were with the federation or you weren't. But I think the turning point for their relationship was in Cellbit realising Foolish was never really against them, it's just who he is and that his actions don't reflect whether he cares for other characters or not.

I would say the way in which qBad and qFoolish understand eachother is different to the way in which qFoolish and qCellbit understand eachother. Bad and Foolish understand eachother through the intertwined nature of their immortality, they're the only person that could comprehend that experience for one another. But in another sense it's like they know eachother more than they understand eachother, which are two very different things. With Foolish and Cellbit it's harder to pinpoint, Cellbit came to understand Foolish as a person and love him for it anyway. They're both characters that value family highly and just needed to find the right wavelength, realising they're on the same side. That doesn't mean they weren't still beefing the whole time of course.

To qFoolish the chaos and betrayal is almost like play, a game of cat and mouse except the mouse was never really trying to get away but run one certain kitty round in circles for the fun of it. And eventually qCellbit caught onto the flow of it and was able to engage in this back and forth.

Foolish enjoyed being an another enigma to for Cellbit to solve, he liked winding him up, throwing red herrings, generally being confusing on every front. It was kinda like he was testing Cellbit to see if he could understand and was almost proud when he did! Pleased to not only have been a good puzzle but a good solution, that being that there wasn't one!

The dichotomy between them is delicious, he who searches for answers and he who has none, it made the two of them greater together! Sometimes there are no answers, and sometimes the satisfaction is found in searching and solving and getting to know the puzzle anyway.

Their Duo name is castleduo btw after cellbits castle build but they're often also called foolbit 😋 Thank you for the ask anon! They're one of my favourite duos too and I loved the opportunity to dig into their dynamic a little

[saey707]

Omg I've been checking your account, like, everyday to see if you're alive. Hope everything is ok‼️

But you being back AND opening requests for Heartsteel?! Omg. Any thoughts for sub!Hearsteel!Kayn? I literally live for Kayn content. Take care <3

✿ Prompt: Submissive Heartsteel Kayn Headcanons ✿

♡ champion focus: kayn ♡ tw: nsfw ♡ Gender-neutral reader

Author’s Note: Hi I'm totally normal about Kayn ahahaha... (•ﻌ•) But, hey anon, thanks for always stopping in to check in on me! Life has been crazy on my end, but I'll give that kinda update soon in a separate post. For now let's focus on our little menace Kayn! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝ The NSFW content will be below the "Keep Reading" mark. Enjoy! ✩ ♬ ₊˚.🎧⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

You would be the balancing factor to his chaos in your relationship: Always keeping him within safe boundaries under the careful scrutiny of the public eye but still giving him enough room to just be a stupid, carefree guy who flies off the handle at the right moments! Still, even if you wanted to control him, you couldn't.

Kayn has a will of his own and does whatever he wants! But, if you are in the back of his mind, urging for him to do the right thing, then maybe, just maybe, he can make the tough decision to not be a complete asshole to the paparazzi.

"It's not my fault! I'm too hot for my pictures to be sold to the public. For free at that?!"

Kayn would be a bratty sub. He talks back and resists self-restraint. He pushes your buttons and knows all the right moves to get under your skin, even in good fun!

The brash, hot-pink-headed rockstar does just about anything to get the attention of everyone around him. But with you? You're definitely a unique case. When it comes to you, he shies away from his usual idiocy and tries to do more to impress you (newsflash: He is still a careless idiot).

Kayn is undoubtedly a needy boyfriend, so expect a lot of physical intimacy and extreme, risk-taking measures to get attention!

And if you're not on the road with him during the touring season? You better text back within 5 minutes!! ...Why aren't you texting him back?!

"Look at this picture of me standing on a motorcycle!!" "Babe?" "Babe??" "Babe" ". . ." "Please respond" "Are you sleeping?" "Wake up!!!!!!!"

VAIN VAIN VAIN- Kayn relishes compliments and likes to be reminded of how talented and good-looking he is! He knows he's hot shit, but boy oh boy does he love to hear it from you!

As much as the little menace wants to believe he is the dominant one in your relationship with all the control, power, and prestige, Kayn gets super blushy and weak whenever you are gentle with him and publicly display your affection. How is he supposed to come off as big and bad when you make him feel this submissive and pathetic?!

Sometimes Kayn just needs those little moments to mellow out and have someone take care of him, especially when met with the pressures that come with being a part of a global phenomenon!

Loves cuddling into your chest and having his hair pet! Just be careful or he might start to nip and bite!

If there is one thing Kayn loves more than committing crimes, it's knowing you will always be by his side, no matter the ups and downs in his career... And the scared look on your face whenever he takes the wheel on the road~

A LOUD moaner! He has no shame in allowing everyone to hear him whoring himself out for you!

During sex, Kayn loses control and lets you dominate him.

He wants you to be rough with him. Push him down to his knees and make him beg for you... Scratch into his skin when you're pounding into him and slamming yourself down onto him... Shout your praises and call him yours!

It's as if he loses all mental faculties and becomes nothing more than a fucktoy when it comes to you topping him- nothing more than someone you can pleasure yourself with.

And he definitely doesn't have any shame when it comes to letting you take him in public places~ So what if it's a crime? So what if someone walks in or catches you two? That makes it all the more heart-pounding... All the more exciting to him!

Still, if you don't want to risk jail time, don't let that stop you from stuffing a towel into his mouth, tongue, or fingers~ Kayn loves it whenever his mouth is full anyways.

At times, Kayn can be cooperative, but most of the time he will make you work for it!

Put him on a leash. Just do it.

[midnight-mourning]

DCA Promptober Day 8: Trouble

woAH WhATs THIs DoINg HeRE??? Well I mean, it does have Sunhinged in it, so it's still matching the theme

Word count: 994

Content Warning: suggestive themes, lots of smoochin and the likes

🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃

You know, you may not be the most well-traveled individual, but you'd argue you had your fair share of experience when it came to good places to make out. Bedrooms, cars, rooftops, dark corners of house parties, and so on. 

Admittedly, a supply closet was a first for you.

You think the added factor of being the Daycare's supply closet should also count for something. 

You were also making out with a robot, but that didn't get you points in the location category. Maybe in a whole hell of a lot of others though. Wow. Man, if the rest of the security team finds out about this they're never going to let you live it down. You think your co-occupant of the closet, might have similar beliefs.

"Friend~ you're gonna get us in trouble," Sun warns, though it's more a statement than a warning. You almost think he doesn't care at this point.

Good. Though, you can't let him get by with that statement. 

You break your latest kiss, putting a hand under his chin, smirk on your lips, "Sun, I don't think you're in anyway the one who has the right to say that. Especially not with how loud those fans of yours are."

"Well, they wouldn't be so loud if you weren't so, particular, Starlight," His words are in that usual cheerful tone but there's an edge to them.

"Particular?"

He nods once, "You seem to be so utterly determined to mark up my face with those, truthfully, pretty pretty lips of yours, and I have no choice but to return the favor."

"Sun," You coo.

"Friend."

Your fingers wrap around one of his rays before sharply pulling his face down to yours, "You're the one that dragged me in here in the first place."

And to your credit, you hadn't been expecting him to either. You'd been doing your usual patrol for this time of night, when all of the sudden you'd found yourself among the throughs of craft supplies.

You weren't exactly complaining about the situation you then found yourself in. Haveing been quickly lifted up to eye level, hands gripping your waist to help sit you on the shelf you were currently on. Hands which were still wandering your abdomen, having found access under your shirt and greedily soaking up the contact with your skin. Again, you weren't complaining.

"Did I?" He tilts his head, one hand coming up to cup your cheek, thumb pressing down on your lower lip. Inspecting, scrutinizing. It makes you scoff internally.

"Mhm."

You feel him press down just a tad harder, "I'm afraid I don't recall such a thing. Are you sure you're feeling alright, friend?"

"Friend is a bold expression for someone you've been playing tonsil hockey with for the past ten minutes, Sunny," You pull back, wiping your mouth.

He's not impressed by your idiom, "Do you have to use such crude language?"

"Do you have to be so formal?"

He chuckles, "It's a force of habit, Sweetheart. But if it hurt your feelings I'm so very sorry for that."

"Oh I'm sure you-" There's a noise that starts to crackle to life. Your radio. Shit. 

"Hey, anybody been by the Daycare in a bit?"

You wait, hushing Sun when he starts to speak up. 

"Do something about your fans," You hiss.

His rays spin, "It's not something I have total control over, Sunshine."

Someone else answers, "Yeah, think ------- was supposed to swing by. All clear over there?"

Well now you don't have a choice, unless you want to risk someone walking over here and finding, this. 

You pray no one can hear the background noise surrounding you, "Yeah, all good. The Attendant wanted to show me some drawings. You know how he is," You can feel the irritation radiating off of him at that comment, you continue, "I'll be heading back in a few."

"Ten four."

The walkie stays dead after that. 

You relax with a sigh, "Christ."

"And thus you've proven my point," Sun says, matter of factly. 

You scoff, "Sure."

"If you weren't so insatiable, you might be on your way by now."

You call bullshit on that one. You could make up any excuse on the spot and the other guards would buy it. No one at this place cared that much. Your timing isn't the problem at all.

Rather, it's the issue of a closed supply closet having a very noticeable light on, which multiple times has caused curious eyes to come wandering closer. Leading to almost getting caught more than you'd ever like. 

You say as much.

"If you didn't insist on keeping the light on, we might be a little better off," You nod up to the dingy bulb, twirling the string around your finger for emphasis, "What's the matter, think the dimness isn't enough for you-"

Sun snatches your wrist, leering closer, "Lights. On."

You stare at each other; your eyes having widened just a fraction. His expression of course being essentially immobile save for maybe a twitch in one eye you might've imagined. You could never tell if you were just making it up when it seemed his eyes moved. 

His rays tick to one side. He's waiting. 

"Heard," You relent, and in doing so he releases you. 

There's a sharpness to his tone, you can't quite place it, "Wonderful."

You wait a moment. 

"Is that an all clear to continue or...?"

"You really need to get better about these things," Sun's hand rests on your cheek again with a sigh, "Your attractiveness just barely trumps your ability to kill the mood."

"And yet, here you are," You simper.

A click, he leans in closer, "That wasn't merely a suggestion."

"I know," You tip your head up, "But you're gonna have to do better than that. Tick, tock. Unless you really want to risk getting in trouble."

Knowing him, he can't resist that kind of challenge. 

All the better for you.

🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃

You know, there was a fic like this once, and when I checked in on the sb fandom a year ago I found it was gone and that is part of the reason why Confused Spirit exists, shoutout to that author, you brain is/was massive, my other promtobers are here btw. They're not suggestive but some of them do have Sunhinged <3

edit: woke up in a cold sweat bc I realized that this was missing the first two paragraphs, if you saw it before the fix I’m so sorry 😭😭 anywho goodnight it is like 2 in the morning lmaooo

[ms-cartoon]

I've been coming across a bunch of Hazbin spoilers and decided "screw it" and found the leaks to the full episodes. (I don't care how sensitive you leak haters are about it)

Of course, as expected, this show is already turning out to be trashy as I would expect it to be. Little retcons here and there, shitty writing, some crappy and pathetic characters who already lost whatever mojo they had back in the pilot, voice-acting is bitter as it will always be, etc.

There are a lot of issues with just these two eps, but I'm just gonna point out the ones that got my attention the most.

WARNING: THERE ARE SPOILERS/ MENTIONS OF HARRASMENT AND ALL THE 18+ BS.

-- Charlie- "Once upon a time, there was a glowing city protected by golden gates, known as Heaven. It was ruled by beings of pure light. Angels that worshipped good and shielded all from evil."

I beg to differ since it's established already that angels from heaven are nothing but fakes and are evil as hell, probably proud of it. Exhibit A: Adam and Sera. Now if they were anything like Frollo (someone who believes they are doing good but are not) I might be okay with it. Like say, they only resort to extermination because they're from heaven, they feel it is their job, and they have to do it even though it's wrong. Instead, however, I assume they exterminate because they just like to do it and they're evil like that. They probably have a feeling that some sinners are still good people on the inside and just don't care.

-- Charlie: As the numbers of Hell grew, so did its power. Threatened by this,

Heaven made a truly heartless decision that every year, they would send down an army an extermination to ensure Hell and its sinners could never rise against them.

I hear with my little ear another retcon!!

In the pilot, the only reason why extermination was a thing was because of overpopulation in hell. Now they're saying heaven is exterminating sinners cuz they're threatened by the overgrowing power and they don't want to be rebelled by it?? I going to guess that they only made this change so they can force evil on heaven while making Lucifer the innocent one. This is exactly what they did with Stella in the HB series where it was brought up that things were okay between her and Stolas only for the second season to say Stella hated Stolas the whole time they were together and treated him badly just so the writers can tell us viewers that she's evil.

Is this gonna be a thing now?

-- Angel: I'll have the horniest sinners knockin these walls down to get in!

This body was made to be exploited!

Seriously, guys, this is the same pervert we're supposed to feel bad for BECAUSE he's being exploited!

And leave it to Angel to completely miss the point of this hotel. What they want is to convince sinners to REDEEM themselves. Banging them is not a way to go about it, bud!

-- My predictions about Angel being a sex joke are correct. I'm mean- they've always been correct, I'm just saying I had a feeling they were going to show it off more in the show.

-- Vaggie: "No, we can't force sinners to stay here. They need to choose to."

Angel Dust: "Well, I chose to stay here and I think it's all stupid."

No shit- The only reason why u agreed to stay is for the free rent. So don't go marking yourself as a good example.

-- I don't totally have a problem with this show being a musical as long as the timing is right. Charlie is so quick to tell Vaggie about a meeting she'll participate in and is excited about, but before Vaggie can even question it and talk to her, Charlie immediately starts singing without even hearing Vaggie out. They kinda rushed this musical number a little too quickly. Which only goes to show how fast-paced this episode is. It's always fast-pacing with these shows.

-- I have the sudden urge to jump inside this show and beat the ever-loving crap outta Angel if keeps on moaning and getting horny . . .

-- Angel continuously flirts and touches an obviously uncomfortable Husk and fans are going to look at this as "cute" while I look in annoyance and disgust. And once again, this is the same guy we're supposed to feel bad for because he has a pimp who inflicts the same actions that he does and fans will choose to ignore it.

-- Adam is practically the most irritating character in this series so far. I was right with what I said about him before. For someone who's supposed to be an angel he sure as hell doesn't act like it. The whole time he's on screen, he's just making jokes, ridiculing the hell out of Charlie, and not listening to her at all. Continuously cussing and talking about dicks??? He has the most cringiest dialogue ever and I had the urge to skip it every time he's on screen. Something tells me he and Lute should switch positions since she seems more professional.

-- Charlie: Sinners make mistakes, but everyone makes mistakes.

Charlie, I know where you're trying to get at sweetheart, but I really hope you don't include all the rapists, murderers, abusers, and pedophiles down below. Do you really think they qualify as someone who can be redeemed? If so, I would have to side with the angels here despite their antagonistic behavior. I would understand trying to rehab drug addicts, alcoholics, robbers, etc. but definitely not the former.

Now that I think about it, Charlie is kind of acting like Viv in this scenario where she tries to excuse these criminalistic behaviors most of her characters committed when they really don't deserve anything good happening to them. That's like trying to redeem Valentino for pimping and abusing Angel Dust. Do we really think Val is capable of redemption??

Sorry to burst your bubble Ms. Morningstar, but the angels are in the right here. Hell exists for a reason and people who do bad things and like to do bad things deserve to be there. I wouldn't bother trying to rehab sinners who don't deserve it or are not going to try to fix their behavior.

-- Lute: Angels don't make mistakes . . .

Then what does that say about Lucifer? He was an angel who caused some actions that you guys would count as mistakes therefore expelling him from heaven. You guys never even attempted to exterminate him yet.

-- I'm sorry, I don't like Brandon Rogers as Killjoy. It's literally just a demon version of one of his characters. It's nothing original like the pilot.

So that is what I think about the first episode. If I forget to mention something, i'll just edit the post. Won't be too long before I make some comments about the second one, but for now, the gist of everything is . . . it's bleh.

If you have any questions, feel free to ask me!!

[pajarinwrites]

you could ask

➳ fem!reader x Dino

➳ wc: 2.7k

➳ TAGS: pwp; fluffy smut, smutty fluff MDNI, my dudes; it's so sweet tho kjsdiasejnasd

➳ WARNINGS: fucking(?) it's super fluffy though; fingering (f receiving), kissing, marking, petnames (babe, baby for her)

➳ AN: i continue to surprise in that dino is my least biased member except now that i wrote this, he might not be anymore; he's such a cutie ugh; also this RAN! AWAY! FROM! ME! it started as a drabble but 2.7k can under no circumstances be classified as a drabble. also there initially was supposed to be piv sex but then it got too long. i'll definitely write a continuation one-shot for this ugh. anyway, ENJOY!

also that's my fave photo of channie

You look up from your phone as your friend enters the lobby. He has his duffel bag thrown over his shoulder, wearing the usual cap, mask, sunglasses combo in public, in an effort to remain unrecognised.

“Hey,” you greet with a soft wave. He pulls off his sunglasses to reveal eyes crinkling with smiles. “Hey!” He replies back, pulling you into a short hug before calling the elevator.

“How was practice?”

“The usual. Except Hoshi-hyung was hungover.”

“Huh?” You ask, sure you must’ve misheard him. Chan laughs in reply.

“Yeah, he filmed that program with Youngji yesterday that you like watching.”

“And he didn’t tell me?” You ask in mock affront, one hand resting on your chest dramatically. Chan shrugs. “I guess he assumed I’d tell you. But I forgot.” He sticks his tongue out to you as you follow him to his apartment.

You pass Vernon and Dokyeom in the kitchen; they wave to you in greeting before you follow Chan into his room.

“Leave the door open, children!” Dokyeom screams after you, prompting your friend to scream a dry hahaha back and slam his door all the harder. “They’re not even funny,” he pouts, dropping onto his bed where you’ve already gotten comfortable.

“Ugh,” he groans as the climbs up to the headboard next to you. “What’s wrong?” You ask, looking at his tense expression.

“It’s fine, practice just kicked a little harder than I thought.”

“Are you still up for movie night? We can just move it if you’re too exhausted.”

“Of course not! I always have energy for you.” He smiles softly, scooting closer, resting one arm on his headboard behind you as if it did nothing to him. You cleared your throat, trying your hardest not to shuffle so he wouldn’t feel obligated to move his arm away again.

“What’ve you got saved on your laptop?” He asks as you pull it up and open Netflix.

“I mean, I’ve been dying to watch the Scream remake for a while…” You know his stance on horror movies. As expected, “ugh! Can’t we watch something cute and cozy that won’t make me pull a muscle from jump scares!”

“Unfair argument! First you say you’re up for movie night and when it comes to picking a movie you bring up the issue of your sore muscles!”

“Well I can’t just make ‘em magically disappear.”

“But you got to pick the movie the last, like, three times!”

“I’m not saying you can’t pick. I’m just saying pick a different one!”

“Nuh uh, I want this one.” He groans again, rolling his head.

“Okay, then what will you do about my sore muscles?”

“Me? Do you want me to massage your sore muscles for you? Since when are your sore muscles my fault or problem?”

He grins, and with how close his face is to yours, it’s doing all kinds of things to your heart. “If you want to watch Scream so bad, it is your problem…”

Oh, so that’s how it is, you think, realising he never expected you to make good on any muscle relief. Lee Chan knows damn well you hate massages unless you’re on the receiving end. The amount of times he’s given you one eclipses the times you have returned the favour, a grand total of zero times.

“Sure,” you smile sweetly, setting your laptop back down on the floor next to Chan’s bed. He stares at you, eyes wide as saucers. “Huh?”

You remove his arm from your shoulders and get up, motioning for him to lie down. If your best friend wanted to play a game of chicken with you, he absolutely could.

“Also, you obviously gotta take your shirt off.”

Instead of moving, Chan is sitting still as a statue, still staring at you as if your hair had spontaneously changed colour. You wondered if this was really all it was going to take but eventually he shuffles down on the bed. He shrugs off his tee and you pretend like you aren’t surreptitiously looking him up and down.

“Okay, but you gotta do it properly, “ he states as he rests his head on his arms.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You inquire as you get into position, positioning your left knee beside Chan’s body and swinging the other over so that you are straddling his butt.

“Just that you can’t quit after five minutes, and you can’t do it all softly.”

“Hmm,” you hum in agreement, “elbow grease.” Chan giggles in response, but it turns into a groan as soon as you dig your thumbs into the tops of his shoulders.

“You really aren’t holding back, huh?”

“I’ve been ordered to give it my all,” you reply, bearing down on one especially tight trapezius. Chan’s breath stutters under your ministrations and you’re glad he can’t see your face heat up. As your hands wander lower you feel like he’s tensing up more instead of less.

“Hey, relax,” you instruct, “this was your idea.”

Chan grumbles something into his pillow in reply but it only takes him a few more minutes and a few sounds that veer suspiciously into moan territory before he shrugs you off forcefully.

You let out a yelp of surprise as you flop down on the mattress next to him. “What was that for?”

“You did enough, we can watch your silly movie now.” He avoids your eyes and you can see that his face has turned red, but you try to blame it on the heat of the room and the fact that you just treated him like bread dough for fifteen minutes. As he sits back up against the headboard, he pulls the blanket over himself, his hands in his lap awkwardly.

“What are you doing?” You cock an eyebrow.

“Preparing to be scared to death,” he replies with a chuckle you believe was supposed to be light-hearted.

“It’s okay, I’ll protect you. You can hide behind me if you get scared,” you offer graciously. Chan rolls his eyes. “Just start the movie.”

You pull up your laptop and snuggle into your friend’s side. Chan fluffs up his pillows, one behind your back, one in his lap, and welcomes you into his arms again. You’ve watched movies in this position before, but today you’re restless. Chan seems to exude extra body heat today, and maybe it’s your wild imagination but his workouts have really started to pay off, and the feeling of his biceps pressing into your side distracts you more than you’d like to admit.

You stopped watching whatever is going on on screen several dozen minutes ago when you finally clear your throat. You’d been sneaking glances over at Chan for a while, his uncomfortable shifting, the suspiciously placed pillow. You had a hunch when he shrugged you off him earlier but the longer you sat next to him, having to endure his endless shuffling, the more convinced you were. Of course, you weren’t entirely unbothered by his presence either. The glimpse of his naked chest and back hadn’t left your mind, although you were hard-pressed to admit, that that sight had been the reason for your inability to focus. 

“It’s a little boring, isn’t it?”

“Huh?” He asks, turning his frightful eyes from the screen. You hit pause.

“The movie, Chan.”

“Boring isn’t the adjective I’d use, but sure. We can definitely watch something else.”

“We could do something else.” You smirk, shifting so you can face him fully. Bless him, his expression betrays nothing but confusion. He opens his mouth to ask what you’re on about but you beat him to it.

“Chan,” you sigh, “is this going to be a repeat of Seungkwan’s birthday party?”

“Huh?” He asked. But the fact that he had turned a shade redder let you know that he was very aware of what you were talking about.

“You know, when we were in the kitchen alone and you leaned in and I was waiting for you to finally kiss me? But then you chickened out the last second and pretended you had just wanted to grab the vodka from behind me?”

Chan blinks at your, your words evidently not quite processed yet. “You wanted me to kiss you?” You rolled your eyes.

“For someone with such a big head, you can be pretty stupid, you know that?”

“Well, how was I supposed to know? I can’t read your mind.” You lean in closer - resting your hand on his thigh - and take delight in the way his breath hitches.

“You can always ask.” You whisper. He moves in even closer, the pillow sliding off his lap and letting you see that you were right about your prior assumption. You bite your lip at the sight of the obvious tent in his sweatpants.

“Can I kiss you?” Chan asks, bringing your attention back to his face. He’s gorgeous, you think, in the half-light of his bedroom, his hair unstyled, his eyes shining. But he really isn’t going to budge if you don’t answer, it seems. “Yes, please,” you breathe.

His lips are on yours, softly, as if he can’t quite believe this is happening. His right hand is cradling your cheek. It makes you smile, wrap your arms around his neck, and pull him down with you. Chan let’s out another groan, catching himself with his left hand next to your head instead of letting his full weight crash into you, which coincidentally happens to be exactly what you wanted. You nudge his hand away, hoping for him to get the hint. Much to your chagrin, he pulls back, panting against your lips.

“What—“ you mean to ask but don’t get around to it when you see the dark, almost desperate shadow in his eyes.

“I can’t believe you’re real.” His gaze drops to your lips, he’s nipping at your lower lip, making his way down your jawline. You manage to hold out on him until he reaches your pulse point, attaching his lips to the sensitive skin and nibbling at it in a way that’ll definitely leave a mark makes you whimper. Right now you couldn’t care less.

“Chan,” you moan, “please…” You can feel him smirk but he complies with your unspoken wish, continuing his way downward.

“Can I take this off you?” He asks, tugging at you shirt. You look down at his eyes, blown out and looking at you like you created the universe.

“Only if yours comes off too,” you say, meaning to tease him. His shirt’s over his head and at the other end of his room before you can blink. “Better?” He smirks, usually you’d be careful not to stroke his ego too much, but right now all you can think about it tracing every ridge on the expanse of his body with your tongue. It’s so much more fun when you can look freely. It must show on your face because Chan leans forward, whispering, “You can eat me up later, baby. Right now it’s my turn.” You have half a mind to hold back your whimpers at the tone of his voice but at the end you’re just a human, not some saint, so you stand no chance against the carnal vices of the flesh.

Chan takes off your shirt so skilfully that a very unwelcome thought of possessiveness flashes through your mind but with how he looks at you (very much not like you threw on your oldest, most comfy sport bra) the evil little voice in your head stands no chance. There can’t be any lingering doubt over his feelings with the way he undresses you slowly, deliberately, with all the care in the world, makes you think he mistook you for a fragile piece of art. His eyes say the same, casting glances at your face again and again, questioning; like he’s ready to drop everything if you so much as breathe a word. You have to commend him, especially with how evident the tent in his sweats has been for the better part of this evening.

“Chan,” you whine, ripping him out of the worship of the skin on your tummy. He looks dazed already. “Please stop teasing.”

He smiles, “Am I teasing you? Sorry, baby, I didn’t mean to. You’re just so beautiful.”

You want to tell him off for being a sap but he starts kissing a straight line downwards from your navel and your words are caught in your throat.

His hands skitter up your thighs, making you shiver as he finally presses a digit to your core. He groans, “So wet for me already, love, you’ve soaked through your panties.”

“Looks like you have to take them off, then.” You smile and he obliges easily. It seems he’s really had enough of the teasing because he presses his thumb to you clit immediately, circling it. You moan his name as he slides one finger through your slick, “wanna touch you too.”

“Later, baby. Let me focus on you for now. Can I keep going?”

You mumble a pathetic Ohmygod yes please, that earns you a soft chuckle from him. He wastes no time in sliding a finger into you. Chan moans at the feeling of you wrapped around his fingers.

“Shit, babe,” is all you get out of him before his mouth is back on your skin, kissing up the insides of your thighs as he stretches you out on another finger. “Wanna come on my fingers, love?” You don’t trust your voice right now, so instead you nod vigorously. He stops testing the waters as his fingers and thumb speed up, spreading a familiar warmth in the pit of your stomach. He shifts his weight upwards and is hovering over you, never ceasing the motion of his fingers.

“Can I kiss you?” He asks softly.

“If you don’t, I’m leaving right now,” you barely manage to breathe out between pants. From the way Chan smiles at you, you can tell you must look at least as fucked-out as you feel. He chooses not to tease you and you silently thank him for it. Instead he just leans in, meeting your lips in a manner that is nothing like the soft, innocent kisses from before. He pushes his tongue past your lips, exploring your mouth as if he wanted to taste all of you. Just at that moment his fingers find that spot inside you that makes you see stars. You moan into the kiss, prompting him to mirror your sounds. Chan doesn’t let up on that spot, speeding up and hitting it again and again and again until the pressure becomes to much and the knot in your stomach snaps. He fucks you through your orgasm, leaving soft pecks all over your face until you’ve calmed down.

“Feeling better?” He asks. You’re forced to watch as he retrieves his fingers from your pussy, putting them in his mouth instead and licking them clean. He hums comfortably, “you taste so good, babe.”

You’re still staring at him, wide-eyed, trying to make sense of why the sight of your best friend licking his fingers clean of your essence is the hottest thing you’ve ever seen. He notices your state and his brows furrow.

“Hey, are you okay?” There’s real worry in his voice, so you nod in reassurance.

“I was just thinking that if this what I get for massaging your sore muscles a little, I’m definitely gonna start doing it more often.”

His eyes widen. “You wanna do this more often?” The disbelief in his voice makes you laugh in earnest. “Of course, in case you couldn’t tell, I had a lot of fun.” You’re unsure of your next sentence, but if you don’t say it now, you fear you’ll say it never, “and I like you. A lot.”

He has the dopiest grin on his face as he leans back down, giving you another sweet kiss. “In that case, let me take you out on a proper date before we do this the next time.” You cock an eyebrow.

“Chan, do you wanna be my boyfriend?” The man in question blushes, avoiding your eyes. “If that’s something you also want…”

You look at his expression, hopeful gaze lifting to catch yours. There’s a blush lingering on his cheeks, his hair all mussed up. You’ve never felt more comfortable with another person.

“Of course,” you reply, snaking one arm around his middle and pulling him close, “I’d love that, actually.”

[votederpycausemufins]

I have been bitten by the Gemcyt bug caused by @chrisrin

I thus present to you Zedaph as Poudretteite as well as Worm Man as 'Pink Chalcedony' and a fusion of WM with @sweetest-honeybee 's Evil Xisuma design. (Mainly bc i had a better idea of a fusion btwn the two rather than with chrisrin's tango and impulse, but i might figure it out) Thanks for letting me use your design! It let me make Covelite!

And while there's some notes in the drawings, there shall be more below the cut!

Okay so I immediately jumped to Zed being a pink colored gem and stumbled upon a few options. I knew I wanted to pick 2, one to be Zed's gem and the other to be WM's supposed gem, and almost swapped their gem types before learning that there was a chalcedony on the show.

I think it is a fun thing to have Zed and WM insist they are totally not the same person (or gem in this case), and here we see that WM is shapeshifting the gem position around, and that could have worked... if it weren't blatantly obvious that he looks nothing like a chalcedony. I mean look at how close the different colored Pearls look, or Sapphire and Padparacha.

The base form I used for Zed is from a gem silhouette from 'The Answer', which was the only one to have those lil ball hands as the others had at least some semblance of regular hands. So I kept that detail and even made a joke about how Zed can still just pick stuff up, and that even carries over to the fusion

speaking of the fusion.

Other than a ZIT(S) fusion, the most obvious one is w/ Evil X. And I absolutely love Bee's design and brain went nyoom with it, expecially the fact that he's corrupted??? Hello???!??! We saw in the show w/ Jasper and one of the corrupted Jaspers fusing that it left remnants of the other's corruption on Jasper herself. I loved the idea that Zed could get lil sheep like horns post-first fusion with Evil X, so boom, it now exists.

(Also the lil spots carrying over makes it even more obvious Zed/WM are the same gem so haha lol)

As for the fusion itself, I saw that Evil X seemed to have dragon elements, and that fits perfectly w/ my personal headcanons of them being an ender dragon (hybrid), and then we have sheep hybrid zedaph, and what is a fluffy dragon? luck dragon!!!

The front legs are more dragon like, back legs more sheep like (claws and then hooves respectively) and then there is fluffy luck dragon tail! oh! and I had fun with making the mane of hair work as Evil X's fancy collar thing.

Their head is based a lot on Alexandrite's, with the two mouth thing going on. I thought it would go nicely with their concept and i think it works well.

And then other details! I used the distance models style to show off the past reformations of Zed and WM. Also slight drawing mistake, in the lil comic of WM showing off his new corruption marks, he should be in his 'Early s5' design (I'll prolly go back and fix it in the morning fixed 'n added Covelite's colors). I picture the first fusion btwn the two being an adaption of when EX trapped WM in prison, then reappeared being good now to help him escape, but they needed to fuse to do so. (Oh i also used the distance models to do a lil size comparison)

[edvinception]

To be quite honest, I don't know why you keep giving these negative people a voice on this blog that is supposed to be for fans that I thought were supportive and loving. It makes it really hard to want to keep following bc seeing those asks every time edvin does or doesn't do something, ppl feeling like they're entitled to share their nasty opinion on here with you keep engaging with the hate, and instead of having fun here it's upsetting and really exhausting. And I would imagine it is for you too and I would suggest just ignoring these asks or deleting them but in case you don't, could you please at least tag them with negativity or some sort of indication?

Anon, I don't know which asks I've answered most recently that you perceive as hate because I've not gotten any that I perceive as hate. If you are referring to people not loving his new hair I think we are allowed to and I don't think anyone has been hateful about it.

If you mean talking about his future career and what this new hairstyle means I also don't think someone has been hateful about it. Just voicing their opinion and concerns which I've not really agreed with.

These asks can definitely read as negative but I didn't really look at them as super bad.

I think as long as the tone and use of words is civil we can have talks and discussions.

The ones that are hateful I ignore, believe me. I ignore asks regularly because I don't want to answer them and I try to use a positive tone in the ones I choose to answer.

It's not your intention anon but it's quite exhausting to get this type of asks that to me feels like dictating what I'm allowed to post and not. It's not fun for me either to get these asks (compared to the kind of asks I mentioned above) It pressures me and makes me feel guilty. It makes me feel like I can't do anything right.

I really really put on an effort in the way I choose to reply and to keep the tone respectful. I try to keep the content positive but still allow people to come with their thoughts and opinons. I understand it may come off as me engaging with hate and negativity but I do it in good faith and assume that the anons do too.

Since I've gotten so much real hate and nasty asks and alot more negative ones maybe it has shifted my perspective abit.

We are all different in that regard.

It is totally valid if you want to unfollow and we all need to curate our own tumblr experience so it makes us happy. Tumblr shouldn't feel daunting and exhausting.

Maybe I can use a tag but I also don't want to mark certain asks (that might just be an anon voicing a real concern in good faith) as negative. I can think about a way to do it but I don't want to make people feel guilty or bad for wanting to discuss something that's not entirely. Maybe I can find one that works well for everyone. I'll definitely think about it!

Emojis can be used as tags right?

[emedvs]

Day 1: Beach/Cafe day

Noah and Alejandro found themselves reunited on a picturesque Canadian beach, a place far removed from the drama of Total Drama Island. The waves lapped gently against the shore as they stood there, their past grudges simmering beneath the surface.

Noah couldn't forget how Alejandro's cunning strategies had led to his elimination on the show. He'd been nursing that grudge for years, and the thought of it still irked him. He cast a sidelong glance at Alejandro, who was seemingly absorbed in the scenery.

Meanwhile, Alejandro couldn't help but steal glances at Noah. The salty sea breeze played with Noah's hair, making him look even more enchanting than he remembered. His anger for Noah had faded into a distant memory, replaced by a newfound admiration.

As they both gazed out at the endless horizon, their eyes finally met. Noah's irritation softened as he saw a different side of Alejandro, one that wasn't solely focused on winning the competition. Alejandro, however, felt a deep sense of regret and longing that he couldn't hide any longer.

"Noah," Alejandro began, his voice quivering with sincerity, "I know I did some ruthless things on the island, and I understand that you may never forgive me. But I need you to know how genuinely sorry I am."

Noah raised an eyebrow, still wary but intrigued by Alejandro's newfound humility. "Is that supposed to change anything?"

Alejandro nodded, his gaze unwavering. "Noah, I'm willing to do whatever it takes to make it up to you. I can't change the past, but I can promise to be a better person now. Please, let me show you."

Noah remained silent, the tension between them palpable. Finally, Alejandro gathered the courage to speak again. "And there's something else, something special I want to offer you as a gesture of my sincerity. My aunt owns a beautiful library not far from here, a place filled with books you'd adore. If you'll allow me, I'd love to take you there."

Noah's curiosity was piqued by the library invitation, but he remained firm. "Alejandro, you've got a long way to go to earn my trust. A library visit won't change the past."

Alejandro's heart sank, but he refused to give up. "I understand, Noah. I'll respect your decision, but please keep in mind that I'm genuinely committed to making amends."

As they continued to stand on that serene Canadian beach, the sun setting behind them, Noah's hesitation and Alejandro's unwavering determination marked the beginning of a complicated journey towards forgiveness.

The breeze on the beach seemed to carry a sense of uncertainty as Noah contemplated Alejandro's heartfelt plea. Finally, he spoke, his voice laced with a hint of confusion. "Is this... is it a date, then?"

Alejandro's eyes widened in surprise at Noah's question. Caught off guard, he blurted out, "If you want it to be."

Immediately, a strange and awkward silence hung between them. Noah's expression turned even more puzzled, and Alejandro realized he might have made a misstep. He cursed himself silently for letting his feelings slip out so recklessly.

Noah, still bewildered, replied cautiously, "I was just asking.."

Alejandro cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure. "Of course, Noah. It's not a date if you don't want it to be. It's just... a chance to make amends."

Noah nodded, feeling relieved that the situation had been clarified. "Good, because I'm not here for anything other than that."

As the night settled in and the stars began to appear in the darkening sky, they continued their conversation, a bit more at ease with the understanding that their reunion was about forgiveness and rebuilding trust, not romance. Alejandro had learned a valuable lesson about the importance of careful words, while Noah remained cautious but open to the possibility of a changed Alejandro.

Their journey toward reconciliation was far from over, but at least they had started down the path with a clearer sense of purpose and an unexpected library visit awaiting them in the future.

Day 2: Assistant Noah/Total Drama Dirtbags

Noah had been Chris McLean's long-suffering assistant for quite some time now. He was used to the eccentricities and dramas that unfolded on the set of "Total Drama Dirtbags." So when a new contestant named Alejandro joined the cast, with his cocky demeanor and an air of superiority, Noah didn't bat an eye. He had seen his fair share of manipulative himbos in the past and knew better than to engage.

As the days rolled on, Alejandro's attention seemed to be constantly on Noah. During Chris's briefings about the challenges, Alejandro's eyes would often stray from Chris to Noah. Noah couldn't help but notice this peculiar behavior, and it was beginning to get under his skin.

One day, as the contestants gathered around to listen to Chris's latest challenge announcement, Noah decided he had had enough. He discreetly glanced at Alejandro, catching his gaze once again. This time, he decided to confront the situation.

After the challenge briefing, as everyone began to disperse, Noah approached Alejandro. "Is there something you want, Alejandro?" he asked, a touch of irritation in his voice.

Alejandro seemed taken aback for a moment, an uncharacteristic blush creeping onto his cheeks. He stammered, seemingly at a loss for words. Noah waited for a response, but Alejandro remained silent.

Finally, Alejandro mumbled something indistinct and abruptly walked away, leaving a thoroughly perplexed Noah in his wake. What had just happened? Noah couldn't quite make sense of Alejandro's behavior.

As the days continued on the set of "Total Drama Dirtbags," Noah couldn't shake the strange encounter with Alejandro. It seemed that there was more to this new contestant than met the eye, and Noah couldn't help but be curious about what was going on beneath that cocky exterior. But for now, he returned to his duties as Chris's assistant, determined to keep his focus on the job at hand, even if Alejandro's odd behavior continued to puzzle him.

Noah couldn't resist his curiosity any longer. He decided to confront Alejandro about his peculiar behavior. As Alejandro briskly walked away from the challenge briefing, Noah followed closely behind. When Alejandro quickened his pace, so did Noah. Soon, a rather comical chase unfolded on the set of "Total Drama Dirtbags."

Alejandro, realizing he was being pursued, broke into a run. Noah, however, wasn't built for sprinting marathons, and he felt his energy quickly wane. His legs became heavy, and he gasped for breath as he stumbled to a halt, collapsing to the ground from exhaustion.

Alejandro, concerned, glanced back and noticed Noah on the ground. He hesitated but ultimately couldn't leave him behind. He sprinted back to Noah's side, his worry evident in his eyes.

Noah, lying there, gasping for air and still bewildered by Alejandro's behavior, struggled to catch his breath.

Noah, while trying to regain his breath, questioned him with a suspicious look. "Why were you constantly staring at me during Chris's briefings, Alejandro?"

Alejandro fumbled for words for a moment before blurting out, "I want your number!"

The statement hung in the air for a second before Alejandro quickly corrected himself, his cheeks reddening as he scratched his head. "I meant, can I... have your number?"

Noah's eyebrows shot up in skepticism. He released Alejandro's wrist and pushed himself up from the ground, brushing dirt off his pants, still puzzled. "You want my number? Really?"

Alejandro nodded, a sheepish grin forming on his face. He bit his lip nervously and nodded.

Noah didn't trust Alejandro one bit, given his earlier behavior, but he decided to play it cool. "Well, Alejandro, you'll have to do a lot more than ask for my number to earn my trust. So, for now, let's just stick to the game, shall we?"

Alejandro sighed, realizing he had a long road ahead if he wanted to get to know Noah better. With a nod of agreement, he returned to the ongoing chaos of the competition, leaving Noah with lingering doubts about his true intentions.

idfk this is my first time writing and they're both kind of out character so my bad.

[bizkitsnuggets]

REMATCH

ARATAKI ITTO x KUJO SARA

main m.list

────────────────────────────────

Walking through the busy and crowded city, a certain Tengu General came to stop upon seeing the horrendous sight. Papers on the bulletin board had been ripped into tiny pieces, it would take years and decades to even glue them all back together. It was as if a five year old had a tantrum because it's mother wouldn't buy the toy it wanted.

The General had an idea of who the perpetrator was, it wasn't that hard to figure out considering the marks he left while ripping those papers off. Not to mention a tiny note signed with "The One and Oni".

How childish he is.

The raven-haired tengu picked up the small note,

"HEY HEY, Kujou Chicken!! As you can see I did INDEED vandalise the bulletin board AGAIN. And this time I didn't hold back! Listen here Kujou Tengu, if you don't want me to vandalise your precious bulletin boards anymore then meet me at THAT spot. EVENING. I'll wait, we'll have our fated rematch. FAIR AND SQUARE. Unless you're too much of a chicken? HAHA pwok pwok! Kujou Chicken!!!"

– The One and Oni.

Kujou Sara sighed out of exhaustion. She wondered if this certain red Oni had ever given up in his life, at least once. Kujou Sara didn't wanna waste her precious evening tending to a feral Oni. But she also didn't want any more bulletin boards being vandalized. She had no choice, one might say.

Now or never Sara, now or never.

—

"You… You destroyed the bulletin board just so we could have an Onikabuto match…?" A baffled Sara muttered. "Well yeah! I originally wanted to have that duel rematch with you but I figured an Onikabuto match would be a better option,"

What the hell was she hearing? Kujou Sara had prepared herself to battle an Oni, not have the beetles fight each other. She certainly didn't expect the One and Oni to change his mind like that.

"So, Kujou Chicken… Are you ready to lose or what— hey! hey—! Where's your Onikabuto?!" Itto screamed, seemingly offended that the General hadn't prepared herself an Onikabuto beforehand.

Sara deadpanned, had he not realized his mistake? "Perhaps you forgot to state an Onikabuto match rather than a duel? I was ready to fight you. Not have Onikabutos fighting." The raven-haired female crossed her arms.

Baffled by his miscalculation, Itto was quick to urge the Tengu to search for an Onikabuto.

Oh Archons.

—

A few hours later, Sara had finally found an Onikabuto. She didn't care if it was small, big, or even colorful. She just wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible.

"Haha! Took you long enough! Now let's see who's gonna be the champion. Loser has to treat the winner to ramen!" The Oni smiled ear-to-ear.

"From what I recall, you didn't put any circumstances into this match." Sara raised her eyebrow. Does this man never stick to one plan?

"Uh— well, oops! Guess I forgot to tell you, haha! Now c'mon, let's get this match started."

Sara sighed, she regretted agreeing to this.

Give me a break.

—

There's certainly a lot of surprises today.

Kujou Sara did not expect the battle to turn out like this. "Itto five, Kujou Tengu zero. Haha! I'm on a roll today!" Itto laughed at the female's suffering.

It was supposed to be only one round, nothing more than that. But when Itto won in the first round, Sara couldn't help but get annoyed. He was being so cocky about his victory that it boiled the Tengu's blood. She didn't want to lose to that Oni, yet… she lost a total of five times.

She's given up at this point, if she loses even more that's gonna be 1000 mora wasted on ramen for the Oni.

"Alright, Arataki Itto. You win…" Sara sighed defeatedly. Smiling at himself, Itto stood proudly. "Woohoo! That's five ramen Kujou Tengu!”

"... Fine. Now c'mon." Sara muttered as she was ready to take her leave. She shouldn't have agreed to this. Dammit.

—

"Five Tonkatsu Ramen please." Sara ordered, the waiter questioned why THE General Tengu would order such large amounts of ramen. Was she that hungry?

Nonetheless, the waiter nodded and quickly made those Tonkatsu Ramen.

Sighing to herself for the 8th time today, she went back to where the Oni was patiently sitting. They sat in an awkward silence, both not knowing what to do while waiting for the food to be made.

"Hey! You know— it's unlikely for me to finish five ramen at once. How about you take two?" Itto suddenly suggested.

Kujou Sara was taken aback. Had he let his pride down for her? Was he pitying her because she lost five times to him? How humiliating…

"If you're pitying me, then don't bother. I don't need—"

"Who said I was pitying you?!" Itto shouted. Once again, Sara was taken aback. Why the hell is he screaming?! "I just thought you might be hungry, we battled for almost the whole day didn't we? And you know, even the great Oni can't finish five ramen by himself." He calmly explained.

There were surely a lot of unexpected events today. Sara was surprised at how sincere he sounded. His smile was soft and so gentle. It was something she never saw, something didn't expect to ever see.

Subconsciously smiling, she felt at ease. Maybe accepting this match wasn't as bad as she thought it was. Maybe she was glad she agreed.

[obitv]

villain william revenant au? did i hear anyone ask for a villiam/ashe au? no? well. you're getting it anyway

the first time you meet william wisp, you think there's a dead body on your couch.

a leap in logic for the average person, maybe, but when your dad... does a lot of work you don't want to think about, and then there's a pale, bloody, not moving boy getting blood on your favourite couch, you think you might be allowed make those leaps.

the screaming probably isn't as excusable though. not that you screamed THAT MUCH, ok, but. you did a little. and dropped your bowl of pasta that you ahd been planning to sit on that couch and eat. and that's how, surprise! you found out the corpse was actually a totally normal beat up kid who forgot to blink at you for a solid minute.

in his defence, you were also staring at him. you hadn't even realised mark had come home yet, and bringing random kids back with him was- definitely a new one. you keep getting stuck on the same though -- he's on my couch. your pasta is all over the floor and there's a stranger in your home but the most important part of this to you is that fucking couch and you can't get your mouth working enough to form words.

when you're standing there, eyes locked with this kid and pasta on the floor, that's when your dad finally comes in. obviously you screaming had startled him, because he looks a mix of frantic and pissed off like you've never seen from him. but when he slams the door open and you both snap your heads over to look at him, he just sighs and drags a hand down his face.

"fuck's sake... ashe, go back to your room. now."

it takes a few seconds for what he said to register with you. however, you've only been awake for 15 minutes and all 15 of those were spent trying to stay awake long enough to make the pasta you dropped, so even after the words sink in you're still just opening and closing your mouth without any sound by the time the boy speaks up.

"is this your fucking house?"

mark turns from lightly glaring at you to sending daggers at the boy. "you keep your fuckin' mouth shut, kid. ashe, go, now."

"no, hey! you can't just randonly bring me to some fucking house and not tell me? when you said you 'knew a place' i could stay until mal got back i figured you meant, like, a lair! a wave-cave! not a- are we in the fucking suburbs?"

"no, no, we ain't fuckin' doin' this right now! ashe, go to your room."

you watch this verbal tennis with a growing interest. you really, really want to ask what's going on, but- you haven't seen mark this pissed off in... a long time. and besides, if this kid is telling the truth, your dad offered to let him stay here, so. you'll get your chance to ask questions later.

you still need to go get breakfast, anyway.

-

a few hours later, when you're in the middle of throughly blasting your brain out with every speaker you own, your bedroom door creaks open. now that you're awake, and the blood's been cleaned off his face, you get a much better look at him.

and, because your life is a disaster, you realise that he's kinda cute. still dead-looking, even when hes walking, but there's... an appeal there.

you also think you might be finally losing your mind.

he goes to talk, then winces as he seems to register the music you still have on blast, whoch is when you also register the music and scramble to turn it down. and try not to blush. try really, really hard not to blush.

"hey, uh... hey. sorry for... scaring you earlier. and being in your house... wa- your dad didn't tell me anyone else lived here. or where here is. i- i'm william? william, that's me! you don't have to tell me your name or anything, but i. wanted to apologise. because i'll be staying here for a couple days, until my mentor is back. uh. yeah. sorry. again."

you do not know how you are supposed to respond to this. briefly, you wonder if you've watched any anime with this premise.

"uh. cool." and you give a thumbs up. you sit there, you stare this kid, william, who has probably been yelled at by your dad for the last few hours which you KNOW is terrifying, and, again, is cute, and you give him a thumbs up. and an attempt at a smile that feels a lot more like a grimace because you don't know how to be smooth to save your life. "i'm ashe, by the way. i'm not used to- having people over. or talking in general."

he nods, and smiles at you. just a small quirk of the lips really, but you count it as a win that you haven't immediately scared him off. "yeah. sick. i'll... go. now. nice to meet you, ashe."

it is unreasonably difficult to slow your heartbeat down again after he closes the door. you, ashe winters, are so fucked.

[changingplumbob]

Villareal Household: Chapter 5, Part 4

Luna and Devin catch up after work, an infant tosses a plate, and I do my best to squeeze in some milestones before the birthday party begins. My babies Devin and Luna's infants become toddlers.

For ease of reading IF the infants are trying to say real words I'll put the English in brackets, otherwise it's babble. Luna (mummy) and Devin (mama) use some German and Italian.

Schatz (German) meaning treasure Schnucki (German) meaning sweetie but doesn't have an exact translation Bambino/s (Italian) meaning male child/children Amore (Italian) meaning love Piccolo (Italian) meaning little one Caro (Italian) meaning dear Zia/Zio (Italian) meaning aunt/uncle Tante/Onkel (German) meaning aunt/uncle Nonna/Nonno (Italian) meaning grandfather/grandmother

At home Devin and Luna spend some time working with Alfred and Rilian on their crawling and standing.

Luna: How was the film shoot

Devin: Good amore, I think it might do well, despite the plot holes

Luna: Will they franchise it

Devin: If it goes well, but most superhero films star men so we’ll have to see. How was class today?

Luna: You know how I’ve been helping them with these projects

Devin: The ones they’re getting really engrossed in? I remember

Luna: Well this morning the head of the university announced that projects should be scrapped for test preparation

Devin: Why on earth would that be a good idea

Luna: Apparently the university is underperforming

Devin: So what did you do

Luna: *laughs* He’s the boss but not the boss of me. I let the class present their projects before we did a small bit of test prep, they loved it

Devin: I know I loved my uni presentations. Did you get any test prep in

Luna: A bit. I don’t think they needed it because they all got fabulous marks on the test

Devin: Who’s hungry bambinos?

Rilian and Alfred: Me mama

Luna: Woah, they are getting better at this talking thing

Luna: For your testing pleasure tonight gentlemen, we have…

Devin: Oaty O’s! It may look like you’re holding banana chips, but that’s just acting

Rilian blows a raspberry while Alfred wobbles in his seat. Devin begins to feed Rilian, but again the cautious bambino is unsure if he likes it or not. Luna tries feeding Alfred, and, well, there are issues. As in she tries feeding him from a jar…

Alfred dislikes the food. So what does he do? Fling up his little infant arms and push the plate off the high chair… He then looks at his hands as if thinking, oh damn where did my food go. He eventually realises his snack is gone and can only sniffle in regret.

Rilian happily plays with his food while Devin and Luna look forlornly at Alfred.

Luna: I guess he really doesn’t like them

Devin: It’s okay, we give them bottles as well, he won’t go hungry

Alfred: *cries*

Devin: Alfred, caro, just wait for everyone to finish eating

Luna: And for Rilian to finish playing

While Rilian plays patty cake with his food Alfred has the audacity to look at the food on the floor and think, what’s that? Gee buddy, I wonder what it is, total mystery.

Devin: I think we’re all done, good job Rilian. Next time Alfred, try keep the plate in front of you

On the ground Alfred blows a raspberry at the food mess, he didn’t like it anyway.

Devin: Milk time then night night I think

Luna: Come here schnucki, oh you are a wiggly bambino today

Alfred: Mummy ig ig way (I wiggle away)

The twins get put to bed and Devi works on soothing them to sleep while Luna begins the next task. Two chocolate birthday cakes for the bambino’s to have tomorrow.

Luna: One cake down, one to go

Devin: I don’t know how much anyone will eat, but I suppose we need them for the age up

Luna: Have you invited everyone

Devin: My family, check. Your family, check.

Luna: Don’t forget to tell Joey about his room

Devin: Oh fudge, I had completely forgot with the awards show

Luna: And I’m thinking of inviting my brother and Miriam to stay for a bit after, maybe Hugo as well

Devin: We do have two spare beds

Luna: I can’t believe they’re aging up already

Devin: They are so small, I wish we could freeze time

Luna: We can’t though. Let’s just enjoy what we have while we have it schatz

Devin: You’re right. Kids are meant to grow up after all

The boys are changed, fed and burped. Then it’s time to try fit in some more milestones. Luna has taken the day off work to be with the family for the party so the bambinos have two parents to work with them.

Devin and Luna sit down and try their best to encourage the bambinos to crawl. It’s a rocky start, with both spending lots of time falling to their tummies. A few times they manage to push up to all fours but they have trouble holding it, let alone moving forwards.

Devin: Oh look, he’s sparkling

Luna: That’s our boy, come on Alfred

Slowly Alfred turns over, pushes himself up and holds himself there. Then he begins to put one limb in front of the other, he’s crawling!

Devin: Well done caro

Rilian: Al! Awl ear (Alfred, crawl here)

Alfred: Ye ye ri (yes yes Rilian)

The women swap twins and Devin works with Rilian on his crawling while Luna tries to get Alfred standing. Many holds later, Alfred begins to sparkle again.  He crawls over to the conveniently placed chairs and carefully pulls himself up to stand.

Luna: Well done schnucki! I knew you could do it

Devin: Hey Lu, Rilian is sparkling now

Luna: Aww, just look at you two, learning so much

Sure enough, Rilian follows in his brothers footsteps, beginning to crawl around independently.

With Luna confident that Devin has everything under control, she goes to harvest the days plants.

Devin: Okay piccolo mio, let’s try holding ourself up

Rilian: Mama eye (why)

Devin: Because you’ll be toddling today, it’s good practice

Alfred: Mama ri an ri an (Rilian can, Rilian can)

Devin: Here come the sparkles!

Rilian uses his tiny arms and with great pizazz pulls himself into a standing position. Well done bambinos, just in time.

Luna heads back inside to begin a paper she needs to write for work. She needs to up her research and debate skill as well, but one step at a time. Devin carries the bambinos to the dollhouse where both Alfred and Rilian begin to investigate the strange castle. Luna didn’t have time to water the plants so Devin takes care of it while updating her social media account. Bring on the followers!

Eventually Alfred and Rilian decide to nap where they are rather than call for a lift. Devin sets out for her livestream jog. She didn’t fit in a workout yesterday, and the replies are full of sims congratulating her on her award. How does she run down the hill while replying on her phone? Magic is my guess. When she gets home, following a quick shower, it’s time for the birthday party to begin!

First up, eldest infant Alfred. Devin walks him over to his cake and with a flurry of celebration behind him he breathes in. Together he and Devin blow the candles out and he is ready to age up! He gets the top notch infant trait, which I’m delighted by since both Devin and Luna work. Blue joins green as future favourite colours.

Rilian is next. He needs some extra encouragement from his mummy as he’s nervous with the house so full of sims. Luna bounces him and once he’s cheered up takes delight in blowing out the candles. He also gets the top notch infant trait! He ages up in a red shirt so red joins yellow as a favourite colour.

Welcome to toddlerhood *rolls dice* independent Alfred and angelic Rilian!

Previous Part ... Next Part

[shebeafancyflapjack]

The Devil Within

Mary's pov of meeting Silver (my oc) and how her feelings for the girl changed.

Tw: trauma, intrusive thoughts, mention of child death.

"Hellooo? Wakey wakey?" Julian snapped his fingers over the sleeping girl's face as she lay on the sofa. "Oi! Come on! I heard the Fresh Prince is appearing at the local disco! Actually he's probably drifted into obscurity by now."

They all stood in the drawing room, looking down at their newest dead housemate. Her violet glossed lips were perfectly sealed, not a flicker of a muscle as they attempted to wake her up.

When she'd first passed out beside Robin as the two had sat on the roof, they'd assumed it had been from overdue exhaustion after three days straight being awake. But nearly sixteen hours had passed since, and she showed no sign of waking, not so much as a murmur or shift as she slumbered.

"I tell you, she no wake up again until next full moonah." Robin tried to tell them; "It what happen last time."

"Poppycock! People's sleeping habits are not tied to the phases of the moon." Cap dismissed, skeptical. He tried poking Silver in the shoulder with his stick; "Now that's enough lazing about, young lady! Whatever game you're playing, it must cease immediately!"

The pink haired girl didn't so much as flinch at his booming voice.

Robin slapped his stick away; "Great job, that totally work!"

"If it's true then it's certainly extraordinary." Thomas said, seemingly convinced.

"She's like our very own Snow White. Did she happen to prick her finger before she died?"

"That's Sleeping Beauty, Kitty." Pat corrected. "Bless her. To get a whole month's worth of sleep in! You not seen anything like it before, Robin?"

The caveman closest to the girl, crouching next to where her head lay on the pillow, shook his head. One of his paws drifted over her brow.

"But then me also not see screaming woman fall out of window each night. Or dead man have separate body ghost." He made a point; "Lot of different ghost types. This one just sleepy moonah girl."

That last sentence came with an air of reverence as he brushed some hair off her face with his fingers.

Mary stood in the doorway, watching them all surround the young stranger. As soon as she'd laid eyes on that forbidden symbol on the girl's neck, when Robin had introduced her to them three nights ago, she'd ensured a safe distance between herself and this one who had been marked by the devil. No, worse than that it seemed, as she'd overheard the girl regail the others with the story of her life and how she died.

A witch. She didn't even have the decency to try to hide it. With pride, the girl had admitted to trying to commune with demons beneath the full moon. In her possession had been idols of false deities. The child had admitted to having cast spells, practiced scrying and burned offerings of incense.

Even after having been smited by God Himself for such foul deeds, it had not been enough to make the girl repent. If anything, she seemed to embrace her heathen ways all the more.

"We can put her in my room." Kitty offered, cheerily, "It will be like we're having a sleepover every night and I'll be able to keep watch if she wakes. I'm sure she already thinks we're best friends!"

"Oh you shouldn't befriend the devil's mistress, darlin'. This might be some devious trap, I's bet." Mary finally spoke up, her concern for her young friend enough of a push.

"Trap for what?" Challanged Pat.

"Well...so we all let's our guard down, then put ourselves to bed, so the witch can rise ups and steal the light of our souls!....Or somethin', I dunno." She shrugged. How was she supposed to know the plans of Lucifer or his kin?

As usual, they all dismissed her worries with dubious looks.

"She don't look like she'd be capable of much harm, Mary." Said Thomas.

"Indeed. Except for assaulting my poor eyes with that stomach on the show and those ghastly piercings and tattoos." Fanny cringed.

Mary pouted to herself, hoping she'd at least have the older woman on her side.

"I still don'ts thinks she should be restin' within the walls, she wills open up the gateway to Hell, I be sure of it."

"Okay." Replied Robin.

"I...Oh. What?" She blinked.

The caveman slid his sturdy arms underneath the nineteen year old's slender frame and lifted her up with little strain.

"She not sleep in house. Me think she prefer where put her last." He explained, carrying the girl through the wall and into the evening air.

The others all followed, mostly out of curiosity as not a single one had believed the prehistoric man's claims about where she had lay for the previous month. Mary nibbled her fingernails and hung back, telling herself she didn't wish to visit the little heathen's bed, that it was enough the house was clean of her. But then she found herself trudging after the others. Better to know where the devil lay to keep her distance.

Close to the boarder of Barclay's footpath and near to a stream was a mound of blue cornflowers that grew in a particular spot bathed in sunlight from the hole in the treetops above. A pretty site that Mary had visited many times, where she and Annie used to sit and talk. And now Robin was laying the slumbering pagan down upon it.

Her gut twisted and she resisted the urge to curse him for defiling such a beautiful spot. But when she watched his face as he looked at that the girl, it silenced her. There was a gentle softness in his tired, old face that she'd not seen shine so bright in many a year, perhaps not since Kitty was a small thing.

"Now she truly is Snow White! I suppose that makes us the dwarves." Kitty was beaming; "I'm Happy! Pat is Doc, Captain is Grumpy-."

"Excuse you, Katherine, surely I'm Doc as I'm the leader and Patrick is Happy. Fanny can be Grumpy." The soldier interjected.

"How dare-."

"Shh!" Robin hushed them all before the Edwardian could escalate matters.

"I thought you said she couldn't be woken up?" Challanged Julian.

"Shh not for her, for me!" The caveman rolled his eyes; "No surprise if she heard arguing in big sleep."

"He's got a point, we don't want to risk disturbing her dreams." Pat nodded. "Come on, guys, let's head back in time for What I Could Wear Today."

"And leave her all alone? In the woods?" Kitty frowned.

As pretty as it was now, she couldn't imagine the forest being that cosy at night.

"She not alone. Moonah watch over her. Me visit often to make sure dead animals not chew on her face, but they seem to know to leave her alone." Explained Robin, looking at the concerned Georgian; "It get big boring, waiting for her to wake. Best to just carry on. But visit when want. Sure she appreciate."

Yes, of course she would, thought Mary. The devil demands his servants make their pilgrimage to praise him at their blood shrines.

Taking Kitty's arm, she lead the naive girl away, attempting to take her mind off the wench. Satan would be aware how hungry for female friendship the pampered but emotionally neglected she was. Perhaps this was why he had chosen this form. One that would also appeal to Robin's need to protect and bond with over the moon.

They all returned to the house and everything carried on as normal, their new resident partly forgotten about for the time being. But Mary couldn't fully stop thinking about her, in the corner of her mind, lying there on that bed, alone in the woods. Plotting, no doubt.

"Oh! Me almost forgot." Robin said as he entered her room later that night, "Before Moonah girl go sleepy, she ask if you want to walk with her when she wake."

Mary tensed up; "Walks?! Whys she wants that?" To tempt her to fly on a broom with her?!

The furry man shrugged; "To talk to you, maybe? You run away going AAAAH from her before and refuse to be in same room. She think you no like her."

It wasn't as if she'd been trying to hide it.

"The child doth make mockery of all that was accused of me which caused my death! I denied dancing at the devil's sacrament while she be booking tickets!"

Robin merely chuckled, angering her more; "Ey, time change, world change. If lady want to be witch and make spells and praise moonah, she can and no be burned for it. Why that not good?"

"Because..." Mary clenched her jaw, struggling to think of an answer; "It be wrongs, that because! Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live."

"Well, she dead. So what problem?"

It wasn't enough. Witches were executed so that their souls could be cleansed in hellfire. That's why she remained in Purgatory, surely, because the Lord knew she was falsley convicted. But the girl confessed to what she was.

"I tells you, she be bedeviled and will doom us all."

Robin snorted; "Moonah girl not evil. Give her chance."

And open the door for Lucifer? Tosh and flaps.

"She may have charmed her way into yours and Kitty's affections so you be blind to what she is, but I sees it!" She seethed, "I sees the devil in her."

Robin merely looked at her for a moment. The shadows beneath his eyes seemed to grow heavier. Mary shifted, uncomfortably.

"What?!" She asked.

"Just...you sound lot like crowd at trial."

A chill ran down her spine. He didn't need to clarify what trial he was referring to. Never in her afterlife had she been so tempted to thump the boy over his scraggly mane.

"Get out, get out, get out, get out!" She ordered through gritted teeth until the savage fled.

How dare he?! It was not the same, not the same at all.

It was two weeks into the month when Mary knew she had to do something. One night, she had laid awake, tossing and turning on her bed. Something had to be done about the witch child, a bitter voice in her head whispered. A voice that was consumed by the unfairness of this girl's existence. That herself and so many like her were tortured and executed for being falsely accused of practices that silly wenches like her revelled in.

Facing her window on the moonless night, Mary had sank to her knees and prayed for guidance from her Lord of how to deal with this pretty little beast. How to prevent her from bringing down a curse once she awoke and attempted to bring her Craft into the land of the unliving.

Smoke ebbed from her fingertips. A crackle of embers beneath her black nails. Was that it? She wondered, gasping at the revelation.

Could she do it? Could she burn the...child?

No, not a child, she reminded herself. A demon in disguise. A trick of the fae. Not human. Witch. A real Witch.

Before she knew what was happening, she had left her room and was heading across the field and into the woods.

"Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live. Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live." She mumbled her mantra, the words coursing through her veins.

She came to the mound of cornflowers, their beauty dulled by the lack of moon and starlight this dismal night. The serene beauty of the spot had been lost for the moment, leaving a rather haunting and lonely image of a girl abandoned to sleep in the dirt.

Mary took a deep breath and stood over the girl. Closing her eyes, she channelled her anger and sense of injustice into her hands. Her nose wrinkled at the growing, noxious scent. The smell of her own charred flesh. Heat rushed to her fingers and she knew if she just concentrated hard enough, she could turn that energy to fuel and then flame.

She'd done it before, after all.

Never had she imagined she be using it for this such purpose. She opened her eyes to look at the girl's face. Pale, lips parted, eyelids and mouth painted the same shade of violet. Whore, a voice in her head echoed. Not her own but some of the gossiping women of her own village. The same ones that had laughed at her.

The same ones that had condemned her.

A slither of reluctance made her cringe. Was this right? Could she really do this? She blinked, truly looking at the body on the mound. Skinny thing. Almost to a point it raised some questions she'd yet to ask, if she was right to. Young, so young, more so than both Robin and Kitty. Still. Helpless.

Mary shook her head. No. Don't be tricked. The devil may come in the form of a helpless kitten but then reveal himself as a tiger.

Just get it over with. Scourge her from this place. To protect the others. To please the Lord. To redeem herself, maybe...

Her hands hovered above the girl, ready to come down, one on her head and another on her chest. Go for the brain and the heart. Cleanse them both with the flame.

Do it. Do it. Do it.

The girl screamed.

Mary's hands had not made contact. She recoiled back, startled, watching as the child began to convulse and cry out, as if she truly were being consumed upon the pyre.

"What? What be happening?!" Was she causing this? Was the devil trying to escape his vessel?

She stepped back, conflict aching in her chest as the girl continued to wail in distress, body juddering and arms flailing, as if fighting off some invisible assailant.

And then blood began to leak from her nose.

"What you do?"

Mary turned to see Robin behind her. She stuffed her hands beneath her apron.

"I dids not touch her, I swears!" She said, truthfully; "I dunnos what I dids but I approach and she began to scream!"

He moved past her and stood over the girl, reaching to grab her hand as it waved about wildly.

"Robin, in troth, I did not mean for this..." Yes, she had meant to do something far, far worse to the girl, but not....

The caveman raised a palm at her.

"It not you." He said, "Same thing last month. Came tonight to check if happen again."

Mary blinked. She wasn't to blame?

Robin pointed up at the navy sky; "It New Moonah tonight. Time when sky is most dark. Silver and Moonah connected, see? She give her peaceful rest most of time, but lose power when no moonah light to give."

He knelt beside the girl and stroked back her pink fringe as she wept in her sleep.

"Her nose bleed like this on night she die. It repeat, same as Fanny go jumpy out window."

But worse. Far worse, Mary could see that.

The girl's cries were near unbearable. The fear creased upon her pale face tugged at her heartstrings. This was the death that Robin had witnessed? He'd had no choice but to stand, useless, as this child's brain had burst and bled out inside her skull?

"I....I dids not know...." She hadn't even dared to think about it.

Robin shifted onto the mound and gently attempted to seize the girl's arms, allowing them to bat at him for a few slaps as he tugged her close until he was holding her against his chest. Mary watched, almost in awe, as he continued to shush her and stroke her hair. He no longer seemed to pay any mind as to why Mary had been out here or why her hands had been smouldering above her as she screamed.

His priority was the young woman. His moonah girl.

Silver continued to scream, tears and blood running down her face, but her fists no longer beat against Robin. Instead, her fingers, exposed above her velvet coverings, gripped at his furs for salvation.

"Shh, it okay, it okay. Me here, me got you." He whispered as he lay with her and held her close. His paw held her head beneath his chin.

And then he began to sing. That lullaby she always hears him croon whenever there's an eclipse.

"There be a light in the dark..."

Mary's arms then ached with the emptiness of space. The child-shaped hole. Twice, she had soothed a babe in her arms as they'd cried and wailed. First she, then he. She, taken by the angels before her second birthday. He, ripped from her arms before she was taken by the mob. When she listened to Silver's cries, she heard her own dead daughter crying from the fever that stole her away. She saw in Robin's face the desire to protect and comfort that she'd felt...

Guilt washed over her like a bucket of ice. Oh, God, oh Jesus....What had she almost done?!

There was no devil. No monster here.

No monster except her.

Robin seemed to remember her and turned his head; "You no need to stay. She be better by dawn. It not last long."

Already he seemed to have made a difference, the girl's convulsions having subsided, her screams now reduced quiet sobbing and sniffles against the wolf pelts of her companion. Her slender form looked even more diminutive next to the caveman, who was hardly tall himself. Just a kid who lost her life by an unfortunate bit of ill health.

Just a kid. A lost child alone in the woods...

"Mary? You 'kay?" Robin asked, noting her silence.

She nodded. If he knew what she had been intending, he'd never forgive her.

"Just....whats you said before. You be right. And Is will talk to the little'en myself when she doth wake." She promised.

For now, she turned away, not letting him see her tears, never letting anyone know of her shame. None save the Lord, who once she was back in her room, she would beg and plead for forgiveness, despite knowing she'd never grant it to herself.

[inchidentally]

driver move talk below cut! (I've had to censor some anons bc phew I do not want that heat babes)

posting this one first bc these are precisely my sentiments <3 I think Lando might be in Vietnam as well ?? Martin is there and Lando was supposed to visit there and it would crack me up if Oscar was on his run and Lando's on the other side of the planet but neither of them care bc this news is just so insane.

gotta focus on the fun stuff bc I don't think I've fully processed today at all babe!!

I STILL CANNOT FATHOM HOW THIS IS HAPPENING OR WHAT IT WILL LOOK LIKE ANON I JUST CAN'T

and why announce this now ?? all I can think is that it was so close to being scooped by an outlet that they had to get ahead of it bc absolutely none of this was planned well at all

B A B E even if you're not a Carlos fan don't do him like that by comparing him to Otmar !!

and all Oscar is gonna think abt this is 'ahhhh chrisd, fahckin Soainz is gonna be eyven more of a damn dohg afteuh theis malahkee'

I'm sorry to censor you anon and I respect you have your own opinion but I'll get the grief for posting it !!

daaaaaaamn, so this is what Ferrari does huh?

like I am so glad I started out sports fandom in hockey bc the trades could be absolutely brutal sometimes and you could never bother getting too attached to a friendship since one of them could literally be sent across the country - even in the middle of a game.

I was trying to give them the benefit of the doubt that maybe someone was threatening to scoop the story but if they were fine treating Vettel like that... yikes

I can totally see the schadenfreude abt the former principal omg - but I doubt Carlos had much to do w forcing Seb out apart from jumping at the chance to drive for Ferrari. I get that this is prob mostly jokes but I feel like the common enemy of Ferrari needs to remain the target !

anon how can Mark be having a good day when Prize Twink Jenson declares his crush on Fernando - Mark is grinding his teeth, breaking a Sky Sports tablet in his big hands and ... yea probably also plotting Oscar's career ascent

yeaaaaaa anon I'm sorry but I'll never buy into the 'charlos is pure PR stuff' these are real businesses and if driver bromances were so important then they wouldn't do what they've done today lol. charlos is on par w carlando for corporate-condoned publicity appeal so if it was nothing but PR then they'd have arranged a joint video/joint statement video by now and made sure to hang onto those fans the way McLaren did w Carlos and Daniel.

and like, to imagine that Carlos and Charles are such good actors all this time is hysterical. I'm not being mean here anon I just truly can't accept that even half of their chemistry is wholly planned and contrived.

listen, everyone except Oscar (bless his innocent unpretending little heart) recognizes that their relationships to other drivers play a worthwhile role in their own image and PR and that bromances = publicity. Carlos and Lando aren't even as close as Lando and Max V but carlando took off and stayed so popular that they'd be idiots to not keep bringing it up and capitalizing on things like Singapore and the driver parades. they are absolutely great friends! all of the easy friendliness you see is legit! but the fake gay flirting and the over the top bantering is solely for the benefit of us fans lol. it's the exact same dynamic with Lando and Daniel. they're very much friends, but they do exactly the same banter and handsy stuff as carlando. it's nothing sinister or calculating.*

so do Carlos and Charles do the same thing for the benefit of fan engagement and their own brands as drivers? oh hell yes they do lol. does it mean they aren't actually friends or that they have no real chemistry or it's all some ice cold arrangement involving Ferrari? alfgaslgflafg NO. if anything the fact that they've stayed so naturally warm and friendly in all their publicity work despite what their own ahem social circles may be stirring up online and in the media is proof that they aren't having to work at their chemistry very hard.

and like... Ferrari of all teams ?? does not need a charlos bromance - or any bromance - for shit. the biggest legacy team in F1 - and an Italian team at that - couldn't give a fuck if their two drivers are friends or what they get up to when they're not in the car as long as it's not flagrantly illegal. they want points, then wins, then championships. the name Ferrari alone is their PR.

and it is totally everyone's right to feel how they want to about drivers but for me personally I just do not engage in stanning or pretending that any F1 driver is pure as driven snow when it comes to forwarding their own career. it's as cutthroat as you can get out there and they've all tested the track limits of what's technically fair or above board in their search for a WDC.

*are McLaren PR and media teams clearly less interested in Oscar than Carlos or Daniel bc Oscar won't ham himself up and is so singularly incapable of faking it around Lando that he often just stands/sits there sometimes and watches Lando with his mouth open? yes. do I hope they realize that we find his dynamic w Lando charming and sweet even without the bromance stuff? yes.

[bonesandthebees]

YEAHHHH LMAOO that was the only time I've sent an ask on anon idk why I was so anxious that day LMAOOO

Tho I will say I've debated asking this one question to u so many times and everytime I wanna go on anon but then I realise it would not. Make any sense . If I was on anon so I've just refrained from asking lmaoo (which wow brain as soon as I typed this I've forgotten the question. Good job brain)

ANYWAYS MHMHMHM it's of a strawberry flower!! It's genuinely just such a gorgeous tatt I'd want it for myself even if it wasn't matching so I feel very comfortable getting it in the case we ever split up or anything <3

OOHHH THANK YOU YES PLS FEEL FREE TO GIVE ADVICE I AM ALWAYS LOOKING FOR MORE both for traveling solo in another country (I am Scared) and also tattoo after care?? Like. It's gonna be above my ankle how careful of socks/pants should I be :000

I mean if you ever wanna go on anon to ask me something that's totally fine I get it, and also if you're ever worried about asking me something just know that if I ever don't want to answer a question for any reason (ie: the answer isn't something I want to divulge publicly, I don't feel comfortable talking about that subject, I feel like I just don't have a good answer, etc.) I just won't answer it. it doesn't mean I'm going to hold a grudge against someone who asks me something I don't wanna answer. I get it, people are curious or have questions or whatever and that's fine! if I don't wanna answer I simply won't and that doesn't mean I'm upset or annoyed or anything like that

oooo a strawberry flower sounds so pretty!! I'm sure that's gonna look amazing

okay advice time for travel + tattoos under the cut bc it got long

oh yeah I was gonna say you're from canada right? I think going through customs is a bit easier for US/Canadian citizens traveling between the two countries, but still good luck with the lines. other advice I have for traveling in another country solo... while you might consider getting your currency exchanged, almost everyone and everywhere takes card these days so as long as you have a card that can be used internationally (I believe mastercard and visa are pretty much usable in every country, although I'm sure if it's just between the US and Canada most cards are fine, just make sure to check). but also if you do wanna do currency exchange, wait until you're in the US to do that or else you'll get ripped off. once you're in the US just go to an ATM and withdraw cash from your bank account, and it'll come out in US dollars without the additional fee you'd get from going to a currency exchange place

OKAY TATTOO TIPS

I think most tattoo artists these days use second skin after giving someone a tattoo. it's basically a sticky thin sheet of plastic that the artist will put on top of the tattoo after it's finished, and usually your artist will instruct you to leave it on anywhere from 24 hours to several days. any artist worth their salt will properly explain how long to keep it on for, what to expect and look out for, etc. the second skin will protect the tattoo so you won't have to worry about it rubbing against fabric in the initial few days after getting it. although I'll say taking that stuff off is a BITCH it's like peeling a bandaid off but so much worse

however, your artist might not use second skin. out of my five tattoos, only two of the artists I've been to used second skin which is apparently unusual because from what I've heard from tattoo artists is that it's pretty much standard at this point to use it. however because only my latter two tattoos used second skin, I didn't realize that I have reactions to second skin that make it not suitable for me to use. you might have a reaction as well and that's ok! for me at least my reaction wasn't anything bad, it's just that I noticed a lot of redness around the second skin and when I took it off (earlier than I was supposed to) it left marks around my tattoo that didn't go away for 6 months. so yeah in the future if I go to an artist and they want to use second skin, I'm going to refuse because I've healed 3 tattoos perfectly fine without it. so if your artist doesn't use second skin (and tbh even if they do because you'll need this once you take the second skin off) buy some aquaphor. your artist is probably going to instruct you to wash the tattoo with antibacterial soap 2-3 times a day, and afterwards you should put a thin layer of aquaphor on top of the tattoo to protect it and soothe any dryness or scabbing. it might seem annoying to wash a tattoo so many times a day, but trust me once it starts scabbing you're going to want to wash it because it itches and the aquaphor calms it down.

having the tattoo on your ankle might be tricky since it's too cold to wear shorts, and the hem of your pants might rub against it. try to wear pants that are looser around your ankles (no skinny jeans or leggings) so that the fabric doesn't irritate it. and try to wear socks that don't touch the tattoo.

above all though, your tattoo artist should be able to tell you everything I just told you. don't be afraid to ask them questions. they want your tattoo to heal nicely bc that's their work! and just in general don't be shy to talk to your artist. my first two tattoos aren't bad by any means, but I don't love them because I was too anxious to properly communicate with my artist about what I wanted. don't be afraid to ask them to change something in the design, or if they put the stencil on and you want a different placement tell them! your artist is there to work with you so just talk to them :)

okay that got so much longer than I meant it to hope that helps!!

[waywardsalt]

Can you please tell more about your redeemed Bellum that hangs around with the main cast in post-canon? Or, like, your hum!Bellum ideas in general?

Ooooh, I have a lot I could say about Bellum. I'll go a bit off this ask and just talk about him in the context of post-ph and some other aus, since he's fun and because most of them share the common thread of him being in human form often. This will probably be messy, but I'll divide it into sections to force myself to stick to one topic at once to keep this from devolving into what might as well be a transcript of a discord dms infodump.

(there should be a keep reading just under here- there are a few thousand words under the cut- if it's lower than it should be then idk, even while drafting this i had issues with it moving further down than i put it)

Human Bellum Basics (mostly design stuff)

It's less of a human Bellum au sort of thing, and more like a design for what if Bellum had a human form that he could change into. Kind of like Oshus having his human form while actually being a whale, it's the idea that Bellum can switch between his human form and his demon form at will, and I have spent... way, way too long trying to figure out this design.

I can't quite remember why I decided to give Bellum a human form (could've been anything from doing it for the hell of it to for shipping purposes) and it took AGES to decide on his final design.

Describing it would take a few paragraphs, so there's art! Commission pieces by @roskii specifically, he's great, he did great, check him out. (i dont know how to make these smaller :)))))) enjoy)

Half of it is directly taken from his demon design, he keeps the tentacles (not always present, he manifests them at will and tend to have much less reach when he's human), his eye, his teeth, his hair color (kind of), and half of it is more... brought in by ideas related to Bellum in general, with some vague references to that demon design; specifically him being scarred all over is a mixture of the idea of him as a violent and almost warlike creature, while also vaguely referencing the markings on his demon body (in the earliest drawing I ever did of a human Bellum design, he did just straight-up have those markings. That picture no longer exists, I'm sure).

As a basic reference, I suppose, in the second image, the character to the right of Bellum (Damien Fletcher) is an oc of mine, and therefore a character I designed (totally worth mentioning tho that with both Damien and Bellum while I did technically design them and gave roskii my notes for how they look, he also took some small liberties with their designs and... ugh theyre great im keeping them), so those two could provide some insight to my character design sensibilities, even if they're just a small fraction of the (mental) character designs I have.

Bellum is made up of pieces of his canonical design, pieces that I think make sense considering what we know about him, and just pieces of other character designs. He has more or less the same haircut as Joker/the protagonist from Persona 5. His hair has been like that for a while, but seeing Joker's hair helped me figure out specifically what I wanted.

It's been... hard, trying to give him a humanoid design, I've seen a bunch of other human Bellum designs, looked at other Zelda characters with both human and inhuman forms, took inspiration for what I could do and how and what parts could be carried over. His hair is easy to explain, it literally is meant to look like he does as a demon. Easy. It is absolutely directly inspired by that bitch from Tokyo Ghoul. I'm not looking up the character name I don't care about Tokyo Ghoul.

I keep him having sharp teeth, I've transposed those markings on his bodies as being scars (which I'll elaborate a little more on later), kept his eye and that he only has one main eye (there is nothing under the eyepatch. It's just smooth. If you've seen The Goonies, it's like what's going on with One-Eyed Willy. That's probably where I got it from tbh), the yellow and black color scheme is further kept with a yellow tank top-esque shirt and black pants and boots, and while they're not constantly present he still has access to his tentacles.

He's not human, just pretending to be.

Leading me to some other little details, such as his lack of ears. And nails. And. Other things not visible that he didn't bother with. He pretends to be human, but doesn't care enough to look truly human- though he can pass as human. When he does bother to actually look human, he does have nails and ears, and changes his eye to a human one, with a color of choice. He goes by 'Warren' when actually pretending to be human. It doesn't mean anything in particular it's just a play on how 'bellum' is latin for 'war'. But, most of the time, he's not really trying. A sense of lack of real care is something I try to communicate with his humanoid design, hence him having generally baggy and plain clothes.

The 'war' thing about his character I think is decently expressed in game with him having an army of sorts with the phantoms and him just coming off as sort of violent but strategic. He also seems very scrappy, mostly attacks with direct contact including just straight up running into Link, and seems to put a lot of stock into sheer force and just fucking killing you at any cost after a certain point, but seems genuinely wary and cornered once someone is shown to be capable of actually posing an actual threat. I like the idea of human Bellum being a bit of a brawler in a sense, fighting with his bare hands and just being incredibly violent when he fights like a human, really only breaking out his more supernatural abilities when he just wants to get shit over with.

Part of the fun with Bellum is that there isn't much to him, so I'm taking a lot of liberties with him. His loose clothes are something that won't really get in the way of him fighting and do the bare minimum, and the boots he wears have metal toes for just a bit of extra ways to hurt people. He's built but still soft in places, not intended to be a muscular as Damien, he's intentionally designed his own human form to be a bit unassuming, so I've kept that he's made of a lot of circular shapes, his face is meant to be a bit of a round shape, his hair gives a round shape, and though he's fairly tall (he and Damien are 6 feet tall btw Linebeck throws off every post-ph cast height comparison) I think of him being a bit... small? If that makes sense? His clothes help with that, they're slightly oversized, and his posture isn't great; He's a bit like a delinquent, starting fights intentionally for the sake of violence and putting little effort into his appearance.

His scars are technically cosmetic. They aren't results of injuries; technically nothing but the Phantom Sword and things like it can hurt him. His scars are references to the markings on his demon body, and just further reflection of him being a creature all about violence and conflict. They aren't totally consistent between the times he uses his human form, but some of the bigger ones are, most notably the scar across his face.

I'll be honest. My earliest human Bellum designs were some Tumblr sexyman shit and I've been trying to ditch that SO BAD ever since. I think I've done well. The scar across his face is a big one. An added imperfection, a massive facial blemish that isn't really conventionally great to look at. His nose specifically has been though some development stages, at first I kept switching between different full nose shapes, then brought in the facial scar and decided that he'd be missing a chunk of that nose, then, decided, fuck it! I can't decide on a nose shape, so he gets no nose at all. I think it works pretty well and I like it.

I really tried to get in a lot of his personality to the design, and I don't want to go into all of it in this section, so just keep in mind that a lot of his design has been influenced by the way I've decided to write him, and some stuff I've already mentioned might be made a little clearer when I get into that. As a quick aside, he's pale partially because I've intentionally made him look halfway similar to Link, and partially because I figure he does not get a lot of sun; you literally meet him in what is effectively a basement, and from the way he operates, probably hasn't made himself seen in a while by the time the events of the game happen. He can't get sunburns, but, as he cannot change a lot of extremely major things about his human form, he can't manually change his skin tone in a major way, and it's likely that when he was considerably younger and newer and spent time in the sun, his skin tone would be closer to Oshus's, so a bit more tan.

In the Context of Phantom Hourglass and Post-PH

Moving swiftly on, as there is pretty much no real info about Bellum's background, I have taken matters into my own hands and decided a lot of it for myself in headcanon; Bellum is technically Oshus's son. Not in the traditional sense, but he was created by Oshus and can very much be considered his child, and to an extent, Ciela, Leaf, and Neri are all also Oshus's kids due to them being created by him (yea even considering Ciela calling him 'grandpa', in her and my defense she lost her memories and he is old as a human), therefore making (in some terms) Bellum to be Oshus's son and the brother of the three spirits. I think it's an interesting dynamic, to have Oshus be the one responsible for Bellum's existence, and for the three spirits you travel with and help you defeat Bellum to be closely related to him.

Oshus himself (when you get the hourglass in ph) says that the sand of hours is made of force gems of the ocean king (whatever... that wording means)- which then suggests that at the end of the day, all sands of hours are derived from the power of the ocean king, and Bellum dissolves into that sand at the end of the game, and I am standing in front of a wild-looking conspiracy cork board trying to piece this all together. I find it interesting if Oshus was the one who created Bellum before he created the three spirits.

(This is a topic for another post/fic but Leaf and Neri were neglected so bad in ph and it would be interesting to see more of how they feel abt Ciela before she gets her memories back and how they feel abt... anything else ig. I think they're neat, too, and I like tying the spirits together with Bellum in this way)

In Phantom Hourglass, it's strongly suggested (mostly through dialogue) that it's been a decent amount of time since Bellum defeated Oshus and took over the Temple of the Ocean King and created the Ghost Ship (though I suppose it could be possible that the Ghost Ship's existence precedes Bellum taking over that temple and defeating Oshus), but things across that sea are relatively calm, despite the new influx of monsters and the Ghost Ship making most people too afraid to sail. No one knows it's Bellum, though, and people do know about the Ocean King, so I wonder if Bellum is known about at all by the general public, or is a being that's more or less completely unknown? My personal theory is that he's vaguely known in some sense, as an obscure deity, and that he was behind the collapse of the Cobble Kingdom, since they were aligned with the Ocean King and Bellum appears to be his direct enemy and would likely then target the allies of his enemy.

Bellum seems to do a lot of behind the scenes stuff, never been seen until the end of the game and not even being mentioned until halfway through. As I think I've said before, he's practically won by the time he comes across Link and Tetra, the Ghost Ship going out and collecting people for him while he sits at the bottom of the temple and drains anyone who might be heading directly for him. He doesn't even seem to concerned about hunting Oshus down for good, and I suspect he likely doesn't even know about Ciela being split apart, so (asides from my idea that gods/spirits/stuff like that only being able to be sealed away, only properly killed under certain circumstances) I bet there's a level of confidence that he's got things under tight enough wraps that he's good to do whatever he wants.

Aaaand then he panics when he realizes how much of a wrench in his plans Link is, throwing two sea monsters at him and causing earthquakes, he's a procrastinator, I think. That, or he underestimated this kid. Both are very possible. Either way, it's interesting to look at what he's done and caused, hiding away the spirits and beating back the Ocean King, taking over his temple, creating the Ghost Ship to roam indefinitely, screwing with the Yook and wiping out pretty much all of the Isle of Ember, and likely being the reason behind the increased number of monsters. If you really look into it, while most characters don't really seem to realize, things are kind of fucked at the start of Phantom Hourglass, and it's interesting how Oshus himself seems powerless and even dissuades Link from giving it a shot, even if he secretly wants him to go and handle things.

With my idea of Bellum being a sort of technical relative to Oshus and the spirits, it opens up a handful of new avenues for motivation beyond just being after securing control and a steady stream of prey, I enjoy the idea of it being a matter of him becoming more and more ambitious, far beyond the station he was created for; going off of his name and ability to create phantoms, I imagine Oshus created him specifically to be warlike, perhaps initially with the intention of having him as a more violent protector of the realm, maybe to keep monsters in check or maybe just as a secondary deity for the world of the ocean king; I'll admit, I'm still a little foggy on what Bellum would've been initially created for, the spirits are easy to figure out, but I do figure it was something not as passive as just representing something, I imagine it as a deliberate opposite to Oshus himself to account for his weaknesses. Either way, I figure a part of Bellum's motivation involves him wanting more than he was given access to by Oshus, and deciding to fully wage war against him in a sense. The short and silly version is that Bellum is Oshus' shitty disowned son. Oshus isn't entirely innocent in whatever I decide caused Bellum to turn on him and the spirits, but Bellum does suck: that is important. The Cobble Kingdom looks like it's been destroyed for a while, I figure that was Bellum's first major target when he started outwardly going after Oshus and hunting the humans of the realm.

In Post-PH, he's the group's pet evil squid on a very very very short leash until he starts behaving himself and having a character arc.

Effectively, Bellum doesn't die at the end of Phantom Hourglass, instead being broken down into the sand of hours he's made of and being sealed inside the Phantom Sword- after all, after the final boss, the sand Bellum turns into goes into the Phantom Sword. I imagine that the Phantom Sword, after breaking and restoring Oshus, turns into the hourglass for Link to keep, while Oshus and the spirits keep the remaining sands, therefore keeping a hold of Bellum. (A bit like Oshus just being left alone after Bellum defeating him, they can't really kill Bellum so they just keep an eye on him while he's in a weakened state) They kind of just keep him prisoner at the bottom of the Temple for a bit, and Oshus finally decides to send him to Link's world as a punishment, since he's at his weakest and Oshus wants to get him to learn some lesson, it's a work in progress. Bellum is grounded in Post-PH.

It's basically that 'the villain when you unlock him as a playable character' bit, where he's quite a bit weaker than he is in Phantom Hourglass, though mostly for the sake of keeping things balanced, so Bellum can't break everything for everyone. He's still powerful, he still accesses his demon form, can't be conventionally killed or injured, and move through walls and turn people to stone, the whole deal, it's just that his demon form's size is impacted (i hc that the size of his demon form can be manipulated at will, but the largest size is dependent of how much power/stored life force he has. he's small at the start of post-ph, but his human form isnt impacted at all. i imagine that for beings like oshus and bellum, their human form is a like a 'low power mode' kinda thing) So Bellum is the Post-PH crew's fourth member, the swabbie on the ship and pet sea monster when they need it and when he has the energy for it.

Bellum is kept mostly in line by a vague fear of Link and his general fear, respect, and curiosity about Linebeck. Linebeck is usually the one holding onto Bellum's leash. Bellum is decently civil with the group from the start, since he's weak and unable to return home until Oshus permits it or he gathers enough power to make that trip, and works mostly as a fighter- when he wants to. The earliest limitation I came up for him, since he's the member with the highest chance of breaking things, is that he will just straight-up choose not to help. He decides he's busy, decides it's not his problem, or other limitations, such as his involvement likely to cause more problems that they solve, since he's rather destructive when fighting.

He's the least sociable most of the time, for obvious reasons, but can pretend, and has the least... casual skills to offer to the group, hence why he gets stuck as swabbie (also general disrespect/as a punishment for the ph thing) and it takes a while for him to properly warm up to the rest of the group. He and Linebeck start off on decent terms and get closer through them just initially trusting each other, he and Link take the longest to get used to each other for... obvious reasons, it takes a lot of fighting together and seeing that they can rely on each other and they learn to be decent with each other just by existing in the same space, and things with Damien start off half decent, Damien was not present during Phantom Hourglass (obviously) and doesn't have the full context of how much he sucks, but it starts decent, gets worse when he learns what happened, and then gets good again because Damien's kind of amiable in general and sees that Linebeck thinks he's fine.

SO! To actually address your question about him being 'redeemed'- he does have a bit of an arc that I'm still mentally workshopping. He isn't entirely redeemed, as the group's general morality is a big off-kilter when Link isn't looking or is willing to get a little gray with things, and there's not really a whooooole lot of atonement Bellum can do in terms of the volume of bullshit he pulled in the past. It's less him atoning or w/e for the bullshit he's done, that's not entirely feasible, it's more him just. being forced to Be Decent and learn some actual kindness and think about more than just his own survival, he's essentially forced to actually appreciate life and the world, it's more him actually... experiencing the world for a reason other than consumption and war and conflict and doing what he's been told, he's effectively just on this long voyage with Linebeck, Link, and Damien, going with them from island to island and seeing what's up. I'm going to try and keep empathy out of it, so he's not really relating on a visceral level, more just choosing to be kind and take gentler paths to solving problems and interacting with others. He's also the group gremlin.

The way I write Bellum is definitionally inspired by other characters, Power from Chainsaw Man comes to mind in how he has a kind of shitty brat attitude at times, he'd fling vegetables across the room because he's a piece of shit who likes live meat. He's got his shitty messy delinquent loser side, where he causes problems and acts like some asshole teenager, and he's got his more serious, calm, almost professional seeming side that reminds the group that he's a few centuries old at the least and practically a god in his own right; generally outside of Post-PH I would pick one of these two sides to focus on for aus, but in Post-PH I need to figure out how the two of them work with how Bellum generally operates.

He's interested in Linebeck and initially decides to go along because he wants to figure him out, but grows to enjoy the rest of the group and that curiosity expands to involve the world as a whole; he experiences things like art and music, where he can't just brute-force his way into a satisfactory outcome and has to learn and find his own style, he reads books and listens to stories and sees the different ways humans live on the seas and I want his arc to, in some part, be about him just finding meaning in the world beyond what he does to secure survival, and the other members of the group introduce him to those other facets of life that he has access to, has had access to. The other part is the group getting Bellum to see most living things as more than just prey for him to hunt and consume, but that generally goes hand in hand with the prior point, as he actually enjoys life and figures out what he likes beyond the basic things he was created for.

He can't fall back on just smashing through everything or creating phantoms, since he's far too weak to do either effectively at the start, and I intend to just force Bellum into basically just being a human character with some unusually powerful magic at his fingertips, first just wanting to build himself back up to what he was in Phantom Hourglass, then just getting to see things in a new light. I'm not sure how to explain it or even what I'll want to do when I get to it, but that's the general gist of his arc, I think.

Other than that, he's just the fourth members of the crew with a serious knowledge of... a lot of things as a centuries-old demon and the hardest hitter in the group who can't and won't cook for shit and kind of just learns to actually live without constantly gunning for those bare necessities long after he's gotten them. I don't want it to be 'he learns to be human' because he... isn't human, but just him appreciating life and seeing some value in it, especially as something with as much power as Bellum, it's a bit messy and I'm still figuring it out, but I've got the general direction figured out.

Bellum is effectively the ship's best defender, and ends up fitting into the group as a friend and with his own specific role with the other individual members of the group. Linebeck kind of kickstarts his arc for him and connects with him the most and Bellum generally stays the closest with him, but Damien and Link help him see other little corners of life, as well as other characters he has to interact with, and I think I want Bellum's side of the story to have the most outstanding mundane-ity to it- there's absolutely meant to be a slice-of-life aspect to Post-PH, but I want the biggest points of Bellum's arc to be comparably the most mundane. It's the little things with him. The others have little things, too, but... I'm not sure how to express the difference, but I promise there is a difference.

Outside of Post-PH, though, when Bellum is present in a big way, his arc either tackles a similar idea in a different way, is just about something entirely different, or he doesn't have an arc at all, either due to not being a big enough part of the story or just straight up not being present.

In the Context of AUs

Bellum is only present in a handful of aus, either fully present as a character, halfway present, or just being referenced. When he is present in an au, he's usually some kind of major character, and he's notable in the crimson king au, the space au, the murder mystery au, and the horror au and one of my 'ruined hyrule' aus. (the horror and ruined hyrule au will be put together for this bc bellum's role in both are very similar) (for reference, here's my au explanation post)

In the horror au and ruined hyrule au, Bellum serves juuuust about the same role, just with different capabilities, contexts, all of that, but it's more or less the same thing. He's frequently present, but usually not acknowledged, and is very close to Linebeck in both, and the two of them pretty much rely on each other to live due to circumstances out of their control; they didn't really go into this whole thing liking each other, but have been more or less forced to become each other's friends due to proximity and just. Needing the others' presence in order to survive. In both, Bellum usually is a character who knows more than the others, but doesn't bother sharing that information since it's either not totally relevant or he just doesn't want to, and he tends to be protective of Linebeck, half because he needs him in order to live, half just because he's ended up liking him. (there is. more to say. but since i may actually write one of these aus [likely ruined hyrule bc the horror one has to be visual and it is VERY plotless rn] i'm not gonna go into much more depth since it would require spoilers lol)

Can't say a whole lot about the space au, either, since the story of that one is still a work in progress, and Bellum isn't particularly a major character, though he is important to some B-plot stuff. Without digging up too much world building and background and general story stuff and important plot bits, he's got a fairly close relationship to Linebeck in this au, as a general beneficiary and friend, and he actually tends to mind his own business and just wants to hold his own position; he's not really antagonistic or anything, but definitionally morally dubious even if he doesn't really directly do a whole lot.

In the Crimson King au, though, Bellum is one of the main characters, and a bit different than in ph-related stuff. He spends a lot of time in his human form, only switching to his little demon form a handful of times, and usually just for fun. He plays the role of Linebeck's closest friend and beneficiary, practically being the reason why Linebeck is able to do any of the things he does in the story, helping him from behind the scenes at times and balancing that business with Linebeck with his more outward appearance as a mostly normal guy working for the person who runs his section of the city... who also happens to be him. The vague politics in this au would take a bit to explain in full, but Bellum in this au spends a lot of time keeping his actual identity under wraps, the basic premise being that he's decided to integrate himself into current mortal society like a normal person to see what trouble he can cause, how he could sustain himself while keeping things stable, and to see just how far he can go- essentially, the only danger he faces is if others figure out what he is, but even then, he knows he could very easily cut his losses and go back to what he's done best.

He's not very active in the main plot, mostly giving Linebeck assignments and pulling strings behind the scenes in order to help and keep him safe, but Bellum does occasionally meddle directly in Linebeck's situation whenever it relates to him, when he needs something extra done, or, later in the story, when he gets a bit worried about Linebeck. His general arc is essentially him owning up to the fact that he does, in fact, care about Linebeck's well-being. Crimson King Bellum is fun, because he can't really just be 'violent demon', and I just like the supporting role I've got him in. He's Linebeck's rich friend who hires him to kill people for him. It's fun.

How I Like to Write Him With Linebeck

Of course, Bellum is going to have stuff with Linebeck, both in aus and in post-ph. Bellum has interactions and relationships with other characters, but the dynamic(s) with Linebeck tend to be the most diverse and important.

With aus: There’s usually a general sense that Bellum is above Linebeck, both in the power sense and in the sense that he’s typically his boss or in charge of him, but in a handful they are on equal footing (specifically, the modern school one, where they’re just classmates.)- the most common dynamic is usually along the lines of Bellum hiring Linebeck to kill people for him. Bellum is typically someone that provides Linebeck with things like payment or equipment or safety- in the Crimson King au, he gives Linebeck a fair amount of money, and supplies his equipment and gives him a place to live when he does jobs for him.

I like to imagine there's a level of... recognition? Not empathy, trying to keep that to a minimum... He's almost gentle with Linebeck, and is uncharacteristically merciful towards him. In post-ph, Linebeck survives being possessed and this marks him as notable to Bellum, since most people he possess die very soon after being released, so he's initially motivated by curiosity and a desire to observe Linebeck when he acts less violently- that curiosity is the biggest reason why he's cordial with Linebeck across my aus as well.

With Phantom Hourglass-centric stuff (which is what I'll mostly just talk about here, since it's kind of the 'base' for all other Bellum and Linebeck stuff I do), Linebeck and Bellum start on halfway decent terms, I'm planning a Bellumbeck fic sometime in the future, which is a bit less focused on that actual fight and more on whatever's going on between Linebeck and Bellum. I'm still trying to pin down exactly what I want with Linebeck and Bellum's dynamic.

I’ve fallen back into shipping them, (Still iffy on ship name lmfao, Bellumbeck is taken by the game and ‘Linebellum’ is lame imo, so I’ve been sticking with just ‘bellum x linebeck’) but it’s not really typically romantic/sexual, though there are some aspects of both, it’s still kind of abstract and easier to define with example stuff rather than just trying to explain it in a concise paragraph.

They both go out of their way to effectively research each other before properly meeting, starting as just trying to find advantageous information, but eventually just doing research out of curiosity, especially on Linebeck’s end, hunting down any material that so much as alludes to Bellum while Oshus refuses to say anything extra on the topic. They have a mutual interest and curiosity about each other.

With Bellum, its a similar curiosity with how Linebeck survives being possessed, and a general interest in him as a person, as Bellum doesn't really care much about the world beyond how it can serve him, but felt the need to look into Linebeck. A lot of the time, Bellum starts with the intention of exploiting Linebeck in some way, then ends up actually caring about him, he usually goes through variations of the same arc regarding Linebeck. It works with Linebeck for me since I tend to read and write him as fairly morally gray, so he's more willing to reciprocate Bellum.

(There's also the whole bit with Linebeck being kind of a monsterfucker and having a thing for being tied up and just a handful of like. sexual stuff on Linebeck's end, but we're talking about Bellum's perspective here we can't be focusing on Linebeck)

Bellum primarily operates with survival on the mind, and at odds with anything that might get in his way, and secondarily treats mortal creatures as something to study. When his attempt to use Linebeck fails, he shifts to that studying, and therefore has some respect for him due to his survival. They both focus quite a lot on survival, and don't have the most interest in making connections, seeing most relationships as transactional. They understand each other; Bellum sees Linebeck's mind when possessing him, and therefore knows a great deal about him.

There are similarities between them; not-great relationships with their fathers, a strong desire for survival at any cost, generally low empathy and a habit of mostly viewing others for how they can be used, curiosity about anatomy, a higher tolerance for things like blood, gore, things that would likely make others squeamish, they both hate Ciela...

(As an aside to that last one, an idea I've decided to integrate into my ph stuff and may touch on in a future fic is that Linebeck calling Ciela 'sparkles' gives her a strong sense of deja-vu before she gets all of her memories back; it's something Bellum would call her, when he was more cordial with the other spirits)

Bellum hangs around on the ship, and he hangs around Linebeck the most, to the point of being annoying, but learns what boundaries are and ends up respecting them decently. I lean more into... things just working out, Bellum more or less being put in a situation where he chooses to change things up and be a bit kinder, starting with the guy he's decided was the catalyst for all of this.

He gets along well enough with Damien (damien ends up in that shipping, too, considering that he's already dating linebeck by the time bellum sorts his own feelings out, so in post-ph, bellum ends up being a sort of on-and-off polycule member), he is eventually friendly with Link, often because Linebeck likes him as well. It takes a very long time for he and Link to warm up to each other, so they'll likely end up in situations where they must rely on each other at the start of things.

Bellum is… very not used to social stuff or acting human, and isn’t even very used to his human form at the start, so he does spend that time with Linebeck while he figures things out, as well. Linebeck's not the best role model for decent social interaction, especially since he works on dismantling his own mask and figuring himself out for a bit at the start of post-ph, but he's the only person Bellum tolerates and respects at that start.

Bellum eventually gets roped into helping Linebeck cook, follows him around for ship maintenance, watches him patch up wounds, and just ends up as a crew member that can kind of fill any basic role, but he’s not making it much further than swabbie.

I haven’t actually written a ton of interaction between them yet, but what I have written always comes off as casual, almost humorous, they joke around with each other and Bellum is detached and unserious at times, but very capable of switching to dead seriousness. A lot of the time, Linebeck tends to take things more seriously at face value, but Bellum is more prone to joking around due to the fact that very few consequences mean anything to him.

He and Linebeck are typically close in one sense or another in most things where they're included, and I generally consider all dynamics between them to fall under the ship umbrella, because I don't consider it strictly romantic (though it usually ends up being vaguely like that), just more that there's some kind of intimacy between them at some point. It's a relationship whose dynamic I think is interesting given the... lack of actual interaction between them, but with just enough interesting conclusions that can be drawn.

I guess it's similar to the general stuff I have about Bellum, kind of just scraping ideas together from canon and then following whatever threads can be connected to them, while trying to make sure it still has roots in that canon. It's similar to my personal 'design philosophy' or whatever for my aus.

I've also considered making their relationship parasitic in someway, as a sort of homage/callback/reference to their canonical relationship, but it's not entirely a direction I really want to go in, and I feel like some aus get decently close.

Final Points

I think Bellum's really neat, so considering the general lack of information or depth to him, I've been playing with expanded ideas and building up my own ideas for him, specific within the context of Phantom Hourglass and a post-ph setting, while many of my other ideas with him tend to then derive from that.

His (human) design is one I've spent a very long time figuring out, trying to mix his demon design in with more human traits, trying to keep him distinctive without getting too complicated, and trying to have that design represent him decently with a fair bit of reasoning behind a lot of that design. It's something Bellum himself controls to a certain degree, so it's in a bit of a crossroads between portraying him based on his character, and being something he uses to come off as generally innocuous.

I've got a decent idea of what Bellum's whole deal is in Phantom Hourglass and afterwards, and I use him in a fair number of aus, often in tangent with Linebeck, whom I often give him some kind of intimate relationship, be it romantic or some other form of closeness, based off of ideas for ways they would interact and why.

Bellum's fun! He's fun as he is, and he's fun to build off of and develop further than what we see in the game. And giving him the ability to shift into a humanoid shape gives even more room to play around in. I don't know when I first came up with the idea, but I've had ideas for a human form Bellum for quite some time now, I've just only recently really started solidifying a lot of it. Even between the time when I got the ask and finished it, I came up with new ideas.

But for now, these are the broad strokes! Not just about post-ph humanoid Bellum, just about my ideas for him in general, though it all really relates back to that one in particular, honestly.

He's surprisingly fun to speculate about! I didn't really expect Bellum to end up as one of my favorite LoZ characters, but I guess any character can end up as your favorite if you spend enough time thinking about him. At the end of the day I think he's funky, and he's fun to use in a post-ph setting.

[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #157

I made a discovery today.

So like… I've been using this neck traction device thingy at home, like the folks at the PT place said. You stick your head in the contraption, stick the strap around your head, and pump the device full of air, and it's like pulling your own head off, but softcore. I'm supposed to do that like once a day or whatever.

And then I made a tea. I ordered a blend that I concocted specifically with you in mind, and it came with some other sample teas. I tried the strawberry one. And it looked really neat while it was brewing, with the swirling colors in the water:

It resolved into a beautiful ruby red:

...And then I put honey and milk in it:

...I think I might have used a bit too much honey; I wasn't crazy about this one. But it certainly looked very pretty!

So then, I went to PT today. And they mashed up all the muscles around my right scapula, which really super sucked, because not only did it hurt like fuck because the muscles are BEYOND pissed, but also it made my ring finger and pinky finger all weird and tingly, and the pain referred all the way up into the right side of my face and skull, and. Even after PT was over, the fingers continued to tingle for a while, and the right side of my face felt… weird…? weak…? almost kinda tingly and burn-ey…? I dunno, but kinda like that for… a while afterwards.

M and I went out for lunch after that. I got some really tasty-looking things. And I took pictures!! Here...

This is challah bread with burrata and cherries and basil and fresh olive oil with salt and pepper! It was SO GOOD!!!

...I'm not really sure why, but I get the feeling that you might really like burrata. Have you tried one before? What did you think?

I also got shrimp scampi:

It's maybe a tiny bit like pasta pescatore? But it's a different sauce and it's only got shrimp. But maybe you'd still like it...

Finally, this week's crème brûlée flavor was pineapple-coconut! It was SUPER TASTY!

...Have you ever had crème brûlée? I wonder what you think about it...

Anyway, somewhere in there, I moved my neck and something went CRONCH. And just like that, the weird feeling in my face and the tingly feeling in my fingers pretty much vanished. I thought I was going to need to rest today, but as it turned out, my body was totally chill after that, which was pretty snazzy!

So I went home briefly and did something that I had been meaning to do for a while now - just an item in my wacky inventory of autistic nerd things that I had been meaning to spruce up and set to rights. And I was mostly successful (but I gotta finish the job tomorrow).

But I still felt pretty good, and it was breezy today, so when J went out to run an errand, I went with him and brought the kites, and I flew the eagle kite this time! Oh, and!!! I didn't even tell you the best part!!! There was a soccer game at this park, and unexpectedly, there was FRESH LEMONADE!!!!

...Sephiroth, have you ever had fresh lemonade!!!!!!! ...That was supposed to be a question, but in my head I yelled it so excitedly that all the question marks got alarmed, stood up straight, and became exclamation points instead!!!! But don't worry about that right now; I have additional pictures!!! Look!!!

Fresh lemonade is one of my favorite things!!!! And fresh limeade is also one of my favorite things!!!! And I couldn't decide between them, SO I GOT BOTH OF THEM AND IT WAS VERY GOOD, AND....!!!! I shared them with J, but... I wished I could share them with you, too...

...

We got pizza afterwards:

...I still wonder what toppings you like best on your pizza. I really like mushrooms, but I'll eat most anything that normally goes on pizza, unless it's pineapple or olives. Both of those things are very fine items to put on pizza, but they are, sadly, not appealing to my particular sensory hardware.

And then, sometime along the way home, I moved my head again and something else went SUPERMEGACRONCH, and… suddenly I was in A LOT LESS PAIN, HOLY COW!!! And I felt taller, somehow; it was uncanny and kind of disorienting. So then we went home, and I still felt tall (and my head feels kinda weird, too, but in a good way…??), so I broke out the tape measure, and…

…Sure enough, the reading on it is now 5'9" (or about 175.25cm) instead of 5'8" (or about 172.75cm). And that is my discovery. I am taller than what I initially thought. And that's kind of scary, because I'm already like 4 inches taller than most people in female bodies. I've been made fun of in my past for my height, been told that I'm intimidating, been told that I stick out... I've even had a couple angry men tell me that my height is "emasculating". I really didn't want this discovery. But here we are, and I suppose there's not much that can be done about it. Oh well.

And so now I have to wonder… just how long has my neck been messed up? Because I've been 5'8" since I was like 12. And at least for now, my neck feels a lot less hunched over than before. So I guess this points to the notion that the mermaid training might have simply exacerbated an existing injury instead of creating a new one, which is interesting as a concept.

…I wonder what else might click back into place over the coming days… Hm…

Well anyway. Guess I had better send along the other pictures of today's adventures, right? So here:

...And that's all I have for you today, because we didn't get home until pretty late, and now that I'm done with today's letter, it's almost time for bed, and I gotta make sure I'm rested because tomorrow, two dear friends of mine are getting married, and so M, J, and I have all been invited to go! Thankfully, we don't have to dress up, but I do wanna make sure I'm prepared to withstand all the social; crowds aren't easy for me to deal with by any stretch of the imagination, what with all the noise and the movement, and all that potential for rejection, goodness me.

Hey, Sephiroth? Sometime if you're ever in my neighborhood, do you wanna maybe fly a kite and drink lemonade and go get pizza? I'll bet you'd be really good at flying a kite, especially since you could just take the kite and zoom right up in the air with that fancy wing of yours, and then stick it in a spot with a nice breeze; the breeze always gets better the further up in the air one goes. But I imagine you probably knew that already, right?

...Impossible, I know, haha. But I can daydream sometimes; it's not illegal yet.

I love you. I'll write again tomorrow, okay? So please stay safe and take good care of yourself out there.

Your friend, Lumine