#i seen what i did and freaked out so i'm not sure

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Sometimes I wonder what it had to have been like, being Zelda holding Calamity Ganon at bay. Like, we've seen Zelda get turned to stone in other games and I imagine that's like just being put in a coma. In Twilight Princess, Zelda's spirit is transferred to Midna to save her life, so I assume she's basically like halfway traveling with Link and Midna for the duration of their journey after that, in some kind of half haze but also vaguely following along. Other "imprisonments/comas" for other Zeldas include being put in a magical slumber in Adventure of Link, which, again, is sleeping. I don't know all the Zelda situations, but these seem to be the majority of them. Even Tetra gets the Coma Treatment.

So, it stands to reason, then, that BotW Zelda is just in a state of magical slumber then, right?

But she isn't. She wakes Link, she talks to him, can see where he is and what he is doing. This girl was awake and fighting for one hundred freaking years.

Now, granted, I do think that time felt very different for her. And I'm sure the initial phase, where her power over Ganon had him nearly entirely contained, was probably far more akin to some kind of trance-like state. But as her control slipped, she awoke more, and gosh how wild and awful that must have been.

But you know what else this makes me think of? Skyward Sword Zelda. To my knowledge, she's the only other Zelda who had to go into some kind of trance like state to maintain or seal something away, like purposefully enters that state rather than being imprisoned like that. And, again, it just seems like she's sleeping - she even asks Link to wake her up. But if BotW Zelda went through a similar state and started waking up on her own as her power faded, what if Skyward Sword Zelda had something similar happening to her? Did she start to lose her strength and come to consciousness a bit, despite having no ability to return to her body or break out of the prison she sealed herself into? She must have been starting to weaken in that regard, because how else was the Imprisoned breaking free and requiring Link to seal it away once more, multiple times? I wonder if this Zelda could have reached out to Link but chose not to so she wouldn't interfere with his mission?

And then I also wonder about the time differences, about the power differences. Because BotW Zelda was a powerhouse, subduing and fighting Calamity Ganon for one hundred years with no training, just sheer grit the instant she got her powers. But then there's Skyward Sword Zelda, who the moment she got her memories back, knew what she had to do, and maintained the seal and therefore fought Demise for thousands of years.

I don't know, I just have many thoughts.

[sir-myst-cake]

First post on here and it's a rant!! If you want more cool takes you should totally follow me as I'll be posting here more often and have totally cool art to share‼️‼️

I'm not completely sure how to tag this? I'm talking about the ships in a positive light so I think it's okay, and besides, I want lots of peeps to see it, I'm aware I probably won't change many people's minds at all, but it's okay lol, I just want Anti's to see they genuinely have a nothing burger and need to leave people alone.

This is a mostly TikTok only problem regarding Beast x Ancient's (thank god) but I've seen my fair share elsewhere like on here. So lemme counter every argument I've seen so far cause you got a lot of time on your hands to be telling people to off themselves over Cookie ships 😭 put that hate into people who actually deserve it.

BILLFORD COMPARISON

Regarding ShadowVanilla specifically, people have compared the ship a lot from both sides, but what really got me is what I've seen here:

"Shadow Milk Cookie is way worse than Bill! He drove Pure Vanilla to insanity! He tortured him!"- This is in regards to how people bring up the fact Anti's are fine with one thing but not the other when it's basically the same thing they're against. Psychological, physical, mental, and emotional torture. I'll be honest I haven't watched Gravity Falls whatsoever, but my friend has, and from what she says, yeah Bill is the definition of a cruel and unusual punishment. He's done some crazy things, absolutely heinous, might even be a little worse than Shadow Milk or on the same level, either way though-

You can't like one thing and then not the other, it's different flavors of the same thing, it's hypocritical. Either you hate them both or you hate neither.

"Those are 2 different fandoms!"- Doesn't matter, it's the same thing, just different media, it's not different whatsoever aside from the universe, there's much torture involved on both ends.

ABUSER X VICTIM

This one I've seen A LOT and I'm just ??

"If you ship Beast x Ancient's you support Abuser x victim btw"- That's a STRETCH. You are reaching FAR. Nobody is romanticizing the abuse, nobody is normalizing it, it's stuff that happened in canon and we acknowledge it but nobody is doing any of that other stuff. I'm not condoning anyone in real life to do that shit lol. It's called exploring, they have an interesting dynamic, romantic or platonic, two sides of the same coin. You can say the same thing about horror movies, they put a lot of disturbing stuff in there. Do the movie producers CONDONE any of that stuff? Obviously not. Goes for Devsisters too, they don't condone body mutilation yet they still made Burning Spice rip off Cheese's wings.

But even so, for the people who DO like it for the angst, I won't say fiction doesn't affect reality because it does in many cases, but this isn't one of them. Not every relationship is going to be peachy and perfect, just like in real life. I can give an example on this one too actually.

GoldenLily, they aren't condoning what Lily (technically) did to Golden Cheese's kingdom, but they like it for all the potential, complicated feelings and emotions that come along with it.

Also, that's basically the same thing with Beasts x Ancients, just turn it around to enemies to lovers.

"This isn't Villain x hero, this is abuser x victim"- Are you saying MOST of media is abuser x victim then? This is in fact a typical hero x Villain trope, it's nothing new. Respectfully, you guys freak out when a Villain does villain stuff, I'd be surprised if there was a villain who DIDN'T cause any trauma for the opposing party. But according to this logic, media is just dead, no more fanfiction, no more what ifs, no more content since it's all apparently problematic and not canon. Even if somebody switches stuff up in an AU, and makes things completely fluffy, that's apparently still not enough.

"oh you had to make an AU to ship them because you know it's toxic"- No, it's just playing around with scenarios. Learn to separate fanon from canon. This specifically goes for the redeemed AU's I see of the Beasts, people still complain, they act as if people can't change. One of the biggest examples I have of that is FlutterCord, Discord did plenty of messed up things, but in the end, he still managed to change. You'll still get burned at the stake for it though.

"You must be an abuser yourself to condone this!!"- Extremely disrespectful and a WILDDD take. Need I say more??

"I ship Beast x Beast rather than Beast x Ancient's"- According to your logic, the Beasts are abusers right? And if we followed the same story, they are not mentally well whatsoever. You'd rather ship 2 dangerously mentally unstable characters together who'd just make each other worse? Destroy each other? Fuck each other up beyond belief? It doesn't make sense does it, nor is it fair for y'all to praise these ships but hate on the others. You like watching the cookies crumble huh 😭

CANON

"The ship isn't canon!"- We know that, everyone should know that. With what I said earlier, please learn to separate fanon from canon. That's what a fandom is, we do non-canon stuff, it's very fun, you should try it.

"It's a Proship/Dark ship!"- Going the canon route, Beasts are Eons old, Ancients are thousands of years old. Big gap yes, but nonetheless all of them are old as fuck. Older than bloodlines. Treating the Ancients as if they aren't grown adults. You're intentionally trying to make it weird. Stop calling ships you don't like proships please.

Also a little off topic but please don't listen to everyone you interact with on TikTok?? I remember one time I was scrolling through a comment section and saw somebody say "Doesn't Mystic Flour Cookie hate Burning Spice Cookie?" On a MysticSpice vid, looked in the replies, somebody asked for proof/where it was implied, and they didn't answer 💀 just blatantly spreading misinformation. Sources around you are way more reliable than people who don't back up their claims.

CONCLUSION

Even despite all this, you still have the right to feel how you wanna feel. Just please stop harassing people for simple stuff like this, in all honesty, I feel like it's more about seeing one of your favorite characters shipped with somebody who hurt them in canon that makes peeps upset. Which I can totally understand because I used to be exactly like that, I LIVEEEE for Dark Cacao Cookie, when Mystic Flour's update came out, I wanted her dead. Quite literally blocked someone because I couldn't stand seeing their MysticCao art. Hated what she did to my baby boy fr.

But then It started growing on me, over time, I just realized it was never that serious.

Even so, notice how I still didn't go out of my way to harass said person about it because I specifically didn't like it? It really is that easy. Block and go about your day.

I also suspect this because of stuff like this 💀

Love that person who replied, but it's not that hard y'all. We all can in fact, get along.

ANYWAYSSSS thanks to those who took the time read, I love you my pookies hope you have a good day or night💕💕

[cabotslvr]

Against All Odds.

Summary: Reader is Kate Laswell's niece, Laswell had noticed the look you gave Price and she immediately made you promise not to do anything with him. Laswell knew you were a troublemaker, but she hoped you kept your promise. But everyone likes trouble.

Word count: around 6.1k or something

Warnings: uhh semi-public sex, smut, some swearing but not awful (even tho price has got a mouth on him), badly written british words, office sex and i think that's it? uh good luck if not. also on my ao3 which is the same as here, might be easier to read idk. i'm not good with tumblr 🙏 i wrote this at 3am and i did NOT proof read

It had been a while since you've seen your aunt Kate, you hardly ever went to her office. Why? Who knows, CIA buildings freak you out. You had clearance to visit, but still. They were all trained spies, everyone would be nervous, no?

But, since you finally had time to visit her, you figured you should before she found out you were in town and decided not to visit her. Aunt Kate knew everything, and she made sure you knew that too. Growing up, she was mostly the one to take care of you. Her and her wife, taking you under their wing even though you were a troublemaker.

"You're not my aunt." You said, leaning against the door of your aunt's office. A tall, broad man stood in front of Laswell's desk. He was tall, strong, and definitely hot. Even the bucket hat on his head looked oddly attractive.

You raised your eyebrow slightly, crossing your arms as you eyed the older man up and down. Price had a smirk playing on his lips, as if he was amused you chose to eye him like he was a piece of meat.

"I see you've met John," Laswell sighed, making her way past you and towards her desk. She was less amused with the way you were eyeing Price.

You smiled, making your way towards her. "Aunt Kate!" Your voice made the older woman smile and her eyes softened ever so slightly, though you knew her long enough to know the difference.

She wrapped her arms around you in a quick hug before she pulled back, sitting down in her chair. Her desk was filled with files and folders, it hardly had any room to see the glass table.

"What brings you by, dear? I assume you've finished school then?" She asked, handing files to Price. You assumed she asked to see him before you randomly popped up.

"Oh, indeed. And you thought I'd get kicked out before I would finish." You teased, your eyes glancing back at Price for a moment. He was too hot to keep your eyes off of him.

"Don't even think about it. He's 37, you're what? 26 now?" Laswell said, her voice firm and leaving no room for argument.

"Age is just a number, aunt Kate. Eleven years is nothing." You smirked, keeping your eyes on Price. Even he had a slight smirk on his lips, he was clearly amused by your antics. And also wanting to put you in your place for your bratty attitude.

"John, leave. We'll discuss this later about some upcoming missions. And the things you did on the last mission." Laswell pointed towards the door, clearly wanting Price to leave. Price simply nodded, turning and leaving. Once the door was closed, Laswell looked back at you.

"Promise me you won't do anything with John. He's been my friend for many years, I do not want anything to happen between you two." Her voice was firm, yet a sound of a plea could be heard.

You sighed, rolling your eyes slightly. "Promise. But you're no fun, aunt Kate."

You and Laswell caught up for a while, talking about school mostly. CIA and their secrets, she couldn't talk about her job. Though, you didn't mind because you loved ranting. But she was busy, so you decided to leave and let her.. do whatever she did in the CIA.

You decided to stay in England for a while, knowing your aunt was staying on the 141 base for a mission or whatever. She didn't give details. You stayed with her and her wife, a temporary place on base until they had to leave. Being on base meant running into Price constantly, whether you were leaving for a workout or getting a simple snack from the shops.

No matter what; you saw him. You've met his team too, Ghost was quiet and Soap was.. well, he was funny. Though, you could tell he probably had some anger issues lying underneath his funny demeanor. All funny people did.

"Funny seeing you here, eh?" Price asked, sitting down next to you. You had a cup of coffee in your hands, a book in the other. You raised your eyebrow slightly, a small smile playing on your lips.

You leaned forward slightly, closing your book before you spoke. "Either that, or you're following me. I must say.. I'm flattered, Captain."

"Oh, please. Can't a lad get some coffee? You have a mouth on you, love." His voice was rough, but not in a mean way. Just from all the cigars he smoke.

"My mouth bothers you?" You smirked, crossing your arms over your chest. "Maybe you should fill it. If you catch my drift."

Your comment had left Price speechless, he didn't expect that from someone like you, Laswell's niece. To say he was intrigued was an understatement. Price was always all work and no play, except for the 'play' he got in the field. Which was just defying orders and doing what he saw fit.

After a moment, Price chuckled and shook his head. The older man was clearly amused and honestly, a bit flustered. "Careful, darling. I might just take ya up on that offer. Might help with the cockiness you have."

Price leaned forward against the table, clasping his hands together. "If yer serious, love, I will gladly do it. What Kate doesn't know won't hurt her."

You raised your eyebrow, considering your options. If your aunt ever found out, she'd feel betrayed by both you and Price. Especially because you promised her. But he was so fine, how could you pass up this opportunity?

"You're right. What she doesn't know won't hurt her."

Those words were all Price needed, and suddenly you found yourself following him back to base. You knew you shouldn't be doing this, but you just couldn't help yourself. He led you to his quarters, which was different than most. He had his own bathroom, that was a plus.

You hardly registered the door shutting because Price had you pinned up against the wall, taking your hands in his and pinning them above your head. A sharp gasp escaped your mouth and you attempted to struggle against his grip, though it was no use. His free hand sneaked around your waist, pulling you into his body.

Next thing you knew, his lips were slamming onto yours. You could feel his beard tickling your skin, though you were slightly distracted by the kiss. You expected him to be rough, but his kiss was somewhat.. gentle. You felt like putty in his hands, and if he wasn't holding you up, you wouldn't be standing. His hand moved towards your ass, lifting you into the air.

Your legs immediately wrapped around his legs, while your arms wrapped around his neck. Price hummed in satisfaction, carrying you towards his bed and he plopped you down into the middle. He looked down at you, your hair sprawled out onto his blankets while your chest rose and fell.

"Strip." He commanded, his tone firm and serious. You almost chuckled, wondering if he was truly serious. But it appeared he was. With a sigh, you sat up and started to unbutton your blouse. It only took you a short time to get your clothes off, considering Price was being impatient.

He hummed in approval, his eyes wandering your body. He couldn't wait to get his hands on you, touch every inch of skin he could. Price unbuckled his belt, tossing it onto the floor. Then, he unzipped his pants until he was able to get it pants off, along with his boxers. He was left in just his gray shirt. Your eyes widened slightly at his size, not only was he large, but he was thick too. Your mouth watered at the sight.

"Now.. why don't you put that pretty mouth to good use?" He moved closer towards the edge of the bed, though he just stood there. You were confused slightly, but you obliged, moving towards him.

"Ah, ah," he tsked. Confused, you went to speak but he cut you off before any words could get out. "I want you to lie on your back and hang your head off the bed."

His request seemed easy enough, though it sounded like it was going to hurt. Being upside down, trying to fit his thick cock into your mouth. Regardless, you nodded and went onto your back. Once you got close enough, Price tapped the tip of his dick on your lips, wanting you to open.

You opened your mouth, running your tongue along the tip of his dick, a deep groan escaping Price's lips. You moved your tongue lower, coating every inch with your spit before he got impatient, shoving his cock into your mouth. You could barely fit half of it inside your mouth, it felt like he was splitting your mouth into two.

"Fuck, you feel bloody brilliant. Look so beautiful like this." Price praised you, his hand caressing your forehead. His words made you want to do your best for him.

You started bobbing your head, the best you could in your position anyway. Grunts and groans left Price's mouth, his hips thrusting to meet your pace. You gagged, feeling the tears prickle your eyes as you felt his cock go deeper into your throat. You hallowed your cheeks, making Price groan in pleasure. You reached your hands up, playing with his balls as he shoved his dick down your throat. You could tell he was close, the way his balls tightened and his pace got sloppy. Without warning, you felt hot cum shooting down your throat, to which you swallowed as much of it as you could.

He pulled back once he emptied his load down your throat, so you sat up, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. "You did good, darling. That mouth definitely was filled, eh?" Price smirked, climbing onto the bed next to you.

You took the opportunity to sit on his lap, your dripping cunt rubbing against his thigh. His hands found your hips, gently kneading your skin. "I have another hole you can fill."

"Naughty girl." Price taunted, though he loved the way you spoke. So filthy and dirty, making him turned on more than he already was. Feeling your dripping cunt against his thigh made him groan, lifting your hips up slightly so he could run his fingers through your folds. He brought them to his mouth, his tongue licking his fingers clean.

"Taste bloody delicious. Could eat you all day. But for now, I need to be inside your perfect cunt." Price growled, taking his dick into his hands. You smirked, feeling him line himself up with your entrance. He lifted his hips, forcing the tip of his cock into your entrance.

He was bigger than you've ever had before, making your pussy feel like it was tearing as he pushed the last few inches in. You whimpered, causing Price to chuckle. Something about your whine had made him want to take control of you, like you were his. No one else's.

He suddenly flipped you two so you were on your back, his hands lifted your legs around his waist. He started slowly thrusting his cock into your tight heat, low moans leaving your mouth as you felt every vein of his cock. God, he felt amazing inside of you. You rocked your hips back and forth, matching his pace as he slowly sped up. He couldn't hold back, not with the pretty noises you made.

Your cunt was dripping down his cock, every time he went deeper, your juices followed. You gripped the sheets, trying to keep your moans quiet so the whole damn base didn't hear you. But it was difficult with the way he pounded into you, like a man touch deprived. He gripped your hips, pulling you down onto his cock, the tip hitting that spongy spot inside of you. He moved one hand to your clit, his fingers rubbing circles on the sensitive bundle of nerves.

"Ohhh, fuck! I'm close, John! Don't stop!" You choked out, your head falling backwards against the pillows. Price didn't slow down, nor give you any words. He simply sped up, his balls hitting your ass with every thrust. You were seeing stars, considering your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

"Come for me, baby. Come on my cock." Price panted, his voice full of lust and desire. His words were all you needed to be pushed over the edge, your legs shaking slightly while your back arched off the bed. Your pussy fluttered around his cock, forcing a loud groan from his lips. A few seconds after you came, Price hit a deep spot inside of your pussy, his hot cum filling your tight heat. He slowed his movements, pushing his cum deeper inside of you untill there was nothing left and his cock softened.

He pulled out of you once you came down from your high, a small smile on your lips. "You're amazing at that." You chuckled, your eyes half lidded as you looked at him. Price simply smirked, pushing two fingers into your cunt, making sure his cum didn't leak out of you. You didn't know why, but the scene made you more wet.

Eventually, Price got off the bed and grabbed a wet rag to clean you both up before you got into the shower together. You knew from that day on, there was no one else you'd want to fuck you. He felt too damn good, no one could possibly make you come like that.

And from that day on, no one else but Price fucked you. Any chance he got, he was pulling you to his office or his quarters to fuck the living shit out of you. You simply didn't mind, it was just sex, right? That's what you two told each other from the start, just sex.

You've been trying to spend as much time with your aunt as possible, to make sure she wasn't getting suspicious. But you could tell she was, the way she looked at you when you came home late or not at all until the next morning. It didn't take a genius to figure it out. But she was trying to give you the benefit of the doubt. For now, at least.

"You wouldn't lie to me, right?" Laswell asked, sitting next to you at a table. You raised your eyebrow, setting down a piece of toast.

"No, why do you ask?"

"Just making sure," Laswell clicked her tongue, like she didn't believe you. "You should know better than to lie to me. I've always found out, haven't I?"

Her words lowkey scared you a bit, she couldn't possibly know about you and Price. You were discreet, even keeping the marks in places no one but Price could see. You played it off with a cheeky smile, taking a bite of your toast. "I may be an idiot, but I'm not stupid, aunt Kate."

"Good." She said simply, standing up from the table and leaving you alone. You exhaled a breath you didn't realize you were holding, shaking your head in disbelief.

You tried being more careful after that conversation, not wanting to be caught by your aunt Kate. That'd be one awkward conversation, for both you and Price. Though, the risk of getting caught was such a thrill. Knowing you were doing something you shouldn't be doing.. you always did enjoy causing trouble.

While you have been more discreet and careful, you started spending more time with Price. Mostly just sitting in his office while he worked on paperwork, you'd sit on his cock until he was done and then he'd fuck you senseless. And sometimes you'd just sit and talk, though you did the talking most of the time. Price always listened, even when he was busy.

You've learned things about Price, what he does and doesn't like during sex. Things he likes to be called, what he doesn't like. Kinks, etc. things you haven't tried, he'd talk you through it. God, it was so hot when he'd talk you through it.

"Are you almost done yet?" You whined, shifting on his cock. You weren't sure how long you've been warming his cock, but it felt like eternity. You desperately needed him to move, your poor pussy was clenching and unclenching around him. You could feel your juices dripping down your thighs and onto his pants.

Price sighed, setting his pen down on his files. "Quit yer whining, you ungrateful thing." He pulled you off of his cock, causing you to whine again. He pushed your shoulders, making you get onto your knees. He kicked you back slightly, so you were underneath his desk.

"Quit complaining and fill that mouth with my cock. If you do good, I'll think about ruining yer pretty pussy." Price grabbed a fistful of your hair, tugging you towards his dick. You nodded eagerly, wanting to do something rather than bloody nothing.

You swirled your tongue around his tip, then down his shaft and back up to the top. You did it a few times before Price got impatient, tugging on your hair. "Quit teasing. Don't make me punish you and deny your orgasms."

Your eyes widened slightly, not wanting to be punished when you were already horny and needy for his cock to be inside of you. You took his cock in your mouth, flattening your tongue to take him deeper in your throat. Price groaned in approval, using his free hand to go back to signing paperwork.

You bobbed your head up and down, your spit falling down the corner of your mouth. You used one of your hands to hold onto his thigh, while the other wrapped around his cock. Working together, both your mouth and your hand made Price grunt in pleasure. He wasn't one to moan much, but you knew he enjoyed the way you sucked him off.

A knock on the door made you freeze, but Price shoved your head down, forcing you to continue. The thought of someone knowing sent a shiver down your spine, your thighs clenching together to feel some type of friction. You couldn't touch yourself, Price never allowed that.

"Come in." Price said lowly, not wanting to give away what was happening underneath his desk. He glanced down at you, making sure you were okay with this.

"John, we need to talk about your behavior on the last missi-" Laswell cut herself off, raising her eyebrow slightly. "Are you alright?"

Price snapped his head up at Laswell, not expecting her to be the one knocking on his office door. You almost choked on Price's cock when you heard your aunt's voice, trying to pull off of him. Price didn't let that slide, he kept your head in place and roughly pulled your hair to make you keep bobbing your head.

"I'm fine, Kate. Coming down with something. What did you want to talk about?" His voice was strained, but damn he was such a good liar.

Laswell sighed, sitting down across from Price's desk. Luckily, she couldn't see you, underneath and sucking his cock like it was your last meal on earth. "Your behavior. You need to follow orders for once in your life."

Laswell went on, basically reprimanding Price for never listening to orders and doing what he wanted instead. Though, Price was hardly listening. He was fighting for his life, trying not to cum while Laswell was in his office. He felt his balls tightening, especially with how you played with them and took his cock as deep as you could into your throat.

"Fine. I'll listen. I have work to do, are we done?" Price asked, his voice sounding rushed. He was desperate to get her out. Laswell nodded, wrapping the conversation up before she left. The moment Laswell closed the door, Price let out a loud groan and spilled his hot seed into your throat. He couldn't hold it back any longer. You swallowed as much as you could before he pulled you off his cock and up from the floor.

"Lay on my desk." He pushed his paperwork aside, most of it falling onto the floor yet he had no care in the world. You obliged, hopping up onto his desk and laying back. You couldn't deny you were excited, your pussy was practically dripping. Watching Price try not to cum from you sucking him off had you needy more than ever.

Price wasted no time, leaning over and swiping his tongue through your folds. Your hips buckled, needing more friction than he was giving you. He pulled back, sucking a dark mark onto your thigh. Mostly so no other man could get between your pretty little legs, sucking your pussy that belonged to him.

"John, please." You whined, grinding your hips against his nose to feel something. Price growled, not wanting to keep his precious baby waiting any longer. His tongue swirled around your clit before he sucked on it, his teeth grazing the sensitive bundle of nerves. You gasped, your hands falling to his short brown hair.

You hummed, your eyes fluttered shut from pleasure. "Just like that, John.. keep going."

Price sucked on your clit, rubbing his tongue in tight circles before dipping into your entrance. His nose rubbed your clit while he fucked your pussy with his tongue. You couldn't help the moans that left your mouth, he was like a man starved as he ate you out. His tongue returned back to your clit, his thick finger pushing it's way into your entrance. It easily went in, your pussy was dripping with your juices.

"Fuck, so wet for me. Naughty little thing." Price muttered against your pussy, sending vibrations through your core. You moaned, your hips grinding against his finger. He added another, thrusting them in and out of your dripping cunt. His name fell from your mouth, singing it like a damn lullaby. Price added a third finger, curling them to hit your g-spot.

"Oh, God! I'm going to come!" You warned, to which Price only sped up his movements. His fingers worked faster and deeper, while his tongue sucked and nipped at your clit. You gripped the edge of the desk, his name coming off your tongue in a chant as you came undone, your walls clenching and unclenching around his fingers. He let you ride out your high before he removed his fingers, standing up from his chair.

"Open your mouth." He demanded, pressing his fingers to your lips. You hardly had time to register his words, but you opened your mouth. He pushed his fingers passed your lips, your tongue swirling around his fingers. While you were busy tasting yourself, Price used his free hand to line his cock up with your entrance.

You gasped against his fingers as you felt his cock fill you up, though it quickly turned into a moan. As Price got his pace, he removed his fingers and replaced them with his lips. You kissed him back, though it seemed more passionate than usual. It was soft, almost gentle. It always was, but something just felt different this time.

Your thoughts were broken as Price moved his lips to your neck, sucking on your pulse point. His free hand slipped underneath your shirt, twisting your nipple between his fingers. You yelped, only making Price chuckle against your neck. The pleasure from his cock, his lips against your neck, and the feeling of him playing with your nipples was almost enough to send you over the edge. Again. But Price slowed down, wanting to keep you on edge. He kept going fast then slow again, making you whine over and over again. You couldn't take it, it was like torture.

"No, please. Please don't slow down! John, please." You whined, grinding your hips against him. Price smirked, placing soft kisses along your collarbone. He couldn't help himself, he just loved hearing those whines from you. But, he also wanted to cum inside of your tight heat like always, so he finally gave in.

He lifted his head up, gripping your hips and pulling you deeper onto his cock. You wrapped your legs around his waist, holding him in place so he couldn't move from his spot. You covered your mouth with your hand as he pounded his cock inside of you at a fast pace, hitting every right place inside of you. Your back arched off the desk as you felt your legs shaking slightly, feeling your release wash over you. Price groaned in pleasure as he felt your walls fluttering around him, milking him of everything he was worth.

You felt his cock softening inside of you after his cum was deep inside of you, then he slowly pulled out. He grabbed a few tissues, cleaning up your thighs and carefully pressing your sensitive clit. Price always admired the way you looked after he fucked you, your cheeks flushed and your pussy swollen, dripping with his cum. God, he could stare at you forever and never get tired of it.

The mission had been months now, it was taking longer than usual and Laswell was never the patient one. She'd rather be at home with her wife rather than being on a base with smelly men. You, however, enjoyed the time being on base. Every time Laswell left, you were with Price all day until he had to leave. You couldn't even count the amount of times you two have fucked by now, but you did know one thing for sure; you were falling in love with him. You didn't know how it happened, you found yourself wanting to be with him 24/7, never leaving his side. You hated it, yet also loved it.

You thought about distancing yourself so that you wouldn't get hurt in the future, it's not like you could hide it from Laswell forever. You were already getting sloppy, she noticed the hickeys on your collarbone that you tried covering up. Or the way you held your breath when she talked about Price. She hoped you kept your promise, but then again, she knew you like the back of her hand. You were trouble, and even though she loved you, that was just the truth. But in the end, you couldn't distance yourself from Price. You were already too attached.

Price had invited you over again, knowing Laswell was in a meeting with the General and some other higher ups about their mission. You didn't immediately have sex, you haven't for the past few weeks you often watched a movie or ate dinner together in his quarters. Part of you believed he had feelings too, what man invites a woman over for a movie when they were supposed to be just fuck buddies?

Price picked up the plates, putting them into the sink while you got comfortable on the couch. You laid down, bringing your legs up onto the couch. When Price came back, he simply smiled and lifted your legs to sit down, then you placed your legs on his lap. He rubbed your feet, paying attention back to the movie. It was a comfortable silence between the two of you, something you've gotten used to with him. But, all good things come to an end, don't they?

You sat up from the couch, taking a seat on Price's lap. He chuckled softly, reaching for your hips and pulling you closer to his body. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing your lips against his. You loved kissing him, his soft lips against yours.. he tugged on your bottom lip before slipping his tongue into your mouth. Oh, how much you enjoyed that. You couldn't get enough of him, and Price couldn't get enough of you.

While you made out with him, you ground your hips against his thigh, feeling slight friction between your clothes. It was faint, but it was enough to keep you going. You eventually pulled back as he unbuttoned your blouse, then you attached your lips to his neck, sucking on his pulse point. He grunted, lifting his hips slightly. But just as he pushed your blouse off your shoulders, there was a knock on his door.

Price sighed in annoyance, pressing a kiss to your forehead before he lifted you off his lap and got up from the couch. When he answered the door, he quickly closed it to only where the person on the other side of the door could see a glimpse of his quarters. You took the advantage to use the bathroom while Price was busy. When Price noticed you were gone, he looked back at the person.

"What can I do for ya, Kate?"

Laswell wasn't a fool, she noticed the hickey the moment he opened the door. And she was going to find out one way or another. She pushed past the door, forcing an eye-roll from Price. "I told you I needed those reports an hour ago. Where are they?"

Price closed the door behind her, leaning against it as he crossed his arms. "Never a dull moment with ya, huh?" He shook his head, letting out a sigh. "I left them in my office, I forgot about them. But they're done."

Laswell looked around the room, just in time for the bathroom door to open. You, standing in the doorway, made Laswell furious. She knew it, she just needed proof before she accused you of anything. Her gaze hardened, her arms crossing over her chest. Your eyes widened, looking between your aunt and Price.

"Aunt Kate.. it's not what it looks like!" You stammered over your words, not wanting her to hate you for what you did. She raised you, and here you were, betraying her.

"Save it. I'm not an idiot. You lied to me, I don't like when you lie to me. You promised me, does that mean nothing to you?" Her voice was cold, almost detached. This was the first time you heard her this angry, but not for Price. Price knew she was holding back, and he gave you a sympathetic look.

"It-it does! I.. it just sort of happened! It's not an excuse, I know! But-" You couldn't help how pathetic you sounded, you just needed your aunt to believe you. But she didn't.

Laswell cut you off with her hand, immediately shutting you up. "Bullshit. You made a promise and you broke it." She didn't say anything else, she simply turned and left, leaving you alone with Price. You expected him to kick you out, not wanting to deal with Laswell's wrath. Especially because they were best friends. Instead, he pulled you into a hug and kissed your forehead while whispering reassuring words in your ear.

Weeks had passed and Laswell still wasn't speaking to you. She didn't make you leave, she didn't tell her wife what happened. She just simply.. ignored you. It hurt your feelings, but you knew you brought this onto yourself. And that's when you noticed Price was asking you to come over less, he hardly spoke to you either. Now you just felt alone, you didn't know what to do. You told yourself it would be fine, Laswell would come around. But when Price stopped talking to you? It wasn't easy anymore.

You didn't understand what you did, you thought he'd stay when your aunt found out. He told you he would, but he broke his promise. Just like you broke yours to your aunt. You've been trying to keep yourself together and not cry, but it was difficult. It wasn't about losing sex, that didn't matter to you. It was about losing two people who you loved. You couldn't take it anymore, breaking down into tears as you headed to the office your aunt used on base. It was quiet, the lights were off and she wasn't answering your calls or texts. You sat down, crying in your hands.

And soon enough, you heard footsteps in front of you. But it wasn't your aunt, no. It was Price. He kneeled in front of you, letting out a quiet sigh. He hadn't even thought about how this was affecting you. He lifted your head by your chin, wiping your tears with his thumbs. You didn't know what to say to him, he had ignored you like your aunt.

"I'm sorry," he started, not knowing what to say. He wasn't good with feelings, he wasn't a good man. How could he be with someone like you? A sweet person who has done no harm to the world. Regardless, he tried his best. "You deserve a man who's not gone all the time, who doesn't risk his life for his country. A man who will make it back, not one who might not make it home." He spoke softer than usual, it was so different.

You sniffled, trying to keep yourself together and not cry more. But you wanted to cry again, especially now that he's basically ending it. It always starts with 'you deserve better', rather than asking what you want. "That's not your choice to make! I want to be with you, why won't you let me? I thought you cared about me, that we had something together." Your words came out rushed, speaking between sniffles.

Price tilted his head, a small frown on his face. Of course he cared about you, he loved you. But how could he give you something he knew he couldn't? The look in your eyes, your sad face was driving him crazy. He wanted to make you happy, not sad. He knew he'd give in, he always does. "We did have something together. We still do, if you'll let me."

Your eyes lit up at his words and you got onto your knees to be level with him. You nodded eagerly, wrapping your arms around his neck. Price was caught of guard, a soft chuckle leaving his lips as he pulled you into a hug. How could he not make his girl happy? He would do his best for you, to prove he loved you. Because that's what you deserved.

You heard your name, making you freeze. You quickly pulled back from Price, scrambling to your feet and you wiped your remaining tears away. "Aunt Kate." You hoped you didn't sound too desperate to talk to her, but you couldn't help it. You missed your aunt, you would apologize over and over again if that's what she wanted.

Laswell's eyes softened slightly as she saw the state you were in, knowing it was her fault. She loved you, of course, but you frustrated her. And you needed to learn a lesson about lying, but you wouldn't get it unless she proved her point. By ignoring you until you got like.. well, this. Maybe it wasn't the best way to handle it, but she was CIA. Hardcore was her thing.

Laswell looked between you and Price, who was now standing up from the floor. She wanted to see how this went, if you'd still lie to her face or at least be honest. Sure, she still would've been mad but less upset if you didn't lie. "What's going on between you and John? You need to be honest with me."

You nodded, swallowing the lump in your throat. You knew how your aunt was, but you hoped she'd come around eventually. She raised you until you went off to school, she was there more than your own parents. "Me and John.. we-we're um.. dating? I think?" You furrowed your eyebrows slightly, looking at Price. Not even you were sure what was going on between you two.

Laswell followed your gaze, also looking at Price. He simply nodded at your question, looking back at Laswell. She let out a sigh, grabbing the keys to open her office. You and Price, confused, followed her into her office. You shut the door behind you, Laswell had already gotten behind her desk. She didn't sit, just rested her palms on the top of her desk.

"I can't stop you two from being together. I don't like it, but I can't stop you." She spoke through gritted teeth, like she was trying to hold back her anger. You weren't surprised by this, you knew she didn't approve of it. You nodded slowly, keeping your emotions in check.

"However, there will be rules," Laswell looked up at you and Price, looking between the two. You furrowed your eyebrows at her words, and Price did too. Though, his was more in amusement than confusion. "There will be no PDA. Not even when I'm not on this base. If it gets back to me, I will not be happy. You will continue to stay with me until I leave, no complaints. And no more hickeys. That's for teenagers."

You both listened to her words, a smile eventually coming to your lips. If she was making you stay with her until she left, that meant she wasn't going to ignore you anymore. Once she finished talking, you nodded at her words and quickly made your way to her to hug her. "I'm sorry I lied, aunt Kate. I didnt want you to hate me. Do you forgive me?"

Laswell let out a quiet sigh, wrapping her arms around you. She couldn't stay mad at you forever, even though you lied straight to her face and broke a promise to her. She didn't take that lightly. "I will eventually. For now, I need time to get over it." She pressed a kiss to her temple before pulling back, gently squeezing your arms. You would give her the time she needed because in the end, you knew she'd come around. She always did, she loved you too much not to. She soon told you she had work to do, or probably an excuse to get some time alone.

As soon as the door clicked shut behind you, you and Price stepped out of the office, fingers intertwined, the warmth of his hand wrapping around yours like a promise. A thousand thoughts raced through your mind, each more tangled than the last. Price, with his unwavering discipline as a military captain, carried the weight of his responsibilities, while you grappled with the delicate situation of his connection to your aunt—a friendship that added layers of complexity to your budding relationship. Yet, in that moment, the world around you faded away. The mutual love binding you two felt palpable, a fierce determination radiating from both of you. It was clear: no challenge was too great, no obstacle too daunting, as you were ready to fight for one another, proving your love in ways none could deny.

[cakepoppresent]

You Lead I Follow

Veronica: There's two stores I plan on going to today. Are you ready?

Vaghun: Like I said Princess I'm ready to do anything for you today

Veronica: Do you remember when you were chasing after me the first time? All those items you left in my dorm room?

Vaghun: Of course. You still have all those things I bought?

Veronica: Don’t ask stupid questions. How much did you spend on them?

Vaghun: Around 12k give or take. Nothing too crazy

Veronica: Is that right?

Vaghun: No price is too much when it comes to you

Veronica: God. You’re so cringe. Just keep quiet

Veronica: Your name? Since you’re standing will you be assisting today?

Natasha: I'm Natasha and that’s right. Mr. Leary called ahead of time and set up a private room for you to shop comfortably

Veronica: Perfect. I’ve already seen a pair of Hermes slippers and a clutch that I’d like to add to my tab. If you could set those aside for me that would be great. I'll be adding more shortly

Natasha: That won’t be a problem, Miss Reeves. I can also set up some wine and an excellent charcuterie board for you.

Veronica: That sounds wonderful. Make sure its your most expensive bottle, the whole bottle

Vaghun: Understood.

Veronica: You’re so sweet. Thank you

Veronica: Now back to you Lover Boy. I hope you’re ready

Vaghun: When it comes to you I’m always ready and I notice everything

Veronica: Lets put that to the test. I changed something about myself. Real subtle can you guess what it is?

Vaghun: You changed your hair color...its darker now. I like it

Veronica: You observant freak how could you even notice something like that. Not even my mom noticed

Vaghun: I’m serious when I say you’re important to me. You are...everything

Veronica: I don’t want to hear that right now. Lets go, its time to run your pockets

Vaghun: Of course. You lead I follow~

Veronica: That’s what I like to hear

Vaghun: Tried on enough shoes Princess?

Veronica: Lucky for you I have. I’ll take all these boots...one in each color

Vaghun: I’ll get them to send these over to your apartment

Veronica: Im still hungry. Lets get something to eat after this

Vaghun: No problem

Vaghun: Veronica

Veronica: My first name? You must want to talk about something serious

Vaghun: I wanted to clear the air. We haven’t spoken about what happened

Veronica: I don’t think I’m ready to have this talk with you....or ever

Vaghun: Just humor me Princess

I’m sorry. I know those words mean nothing to you after hearing them all these times. The only way I can show you how much you mean to me is through patience, through actions that prove my sincerity. But I need you to know that I love you. I’ve loved you long before I confessed to you on that rooftop. Do you remember? You were talking about taking my Grams out shopping and I stood there wondering how a woman like yourself was so entwined in my life. I couldn’t believe my pestering got you as close to me as it did, I know I’m a man that doesn’t deserve you. But knowing that won’t stop me from trying. I have to try. Because losing you isn’t something I can bear

Veronica: You always had a way with words

Vaghun: Hahaha I could fill a whole library with how I feel about you Princess

Veronica: Is it a massive library?

Vaghun: The biggest one. I know you aren’t the type to be emotional I don’t expect you to say anything but I just want you to know. I’m ready and willing to wait

[permanentlyexhaustedpigeon88]

oooh, thanks for the tag, @iwanderbecauseimlost!!!

so I, too, was introduced to Tolkien through my dad. as a kiddo, he'd been thoroughly obsessed with all of the books, reading them over and over again (and watching the animated film), and he was absolutely committed to getting me to at least give it all a try. not entirely sure exactly how old I was when I first read The Hobbit, but I know what house we were living in at the time, so I must've been somewhere between 8-10 years old? and I freaking loved it.

for some reason, I didn't read Lord of the Rings until I was in 7th grade (pretty sure dad jumped on this because of the PJ movies coming out). but I fell in love with those, too, and then by the time I'd seen the movies I was absolutely hooked. obsessive. daydreaming and wanting to talk about Tolkien all the time, to anyone who would listen (and yes, crafting the worst possible unpublished fanfic in my mind, that, thank goodness, never saw the actual light of day 😅).

as far as The Silmarillion goes, I tried. oh boy did I ever try, but I couldn't quite get into it (at least the first few times attempts were made). my dad is still absolutely on the 'I need to read it' bandwagon, though, and since I've now added Rings of Power and PJ's The Hobbit to my arsenal, I'm starting to get the itch to try again. we'll see what happens, I suppose?

like OP, I am so beyond grateful for all of the lovely mutuals I've gained because of a shared love of Tolkien! and I really can't wait to see where the next year (and season of RoP) takes us!

no pressure tags: @haladriel, @thiddleston, @catz4ever, @zoya-olenko, @orehuna, @niennawept, @bigblissandlove1, @ohno-elrond, @saurongorthaur9, @lady-wyrd, and anyone else who wants to join! (many humble apologies if any have been tagged elsewhere, and I just missed it!)

Okay.

Something that brings all of us together is our love for Tolkien's work, and its spinoffs.

So, question: What got you into Tolkien?

I'll start.

When I was 12, my father urged me to read The Hobbit. So I did, and I was mesmerized by it, to the point where I'd stay up in the middle of the night to read it. I never got beyond that, though.

Two years ago, I decided to reread it, and I fell in love all over again with the story, characters, Tolkien's writing style, everything. So I decided to read The Lord of the Rings. I got the first book, read a couple of chapters.. and gave up. It was too verbose, too prosaic.

The next year, that is, a few months later, I tried my hand at it again. This time, I got through four chapters, but I still couldn't read the rest. Then.. I began crushing on a guy who'd read it, and so I grit my teeth and went for it. I read, and read, and this time, I found myself enjoying it. Bonus, the guy and I got into conversation.

After finally finishing the first book, I even started the second, and watched the first movie with my family. (By way of flirting I asked the guy whether he liked PJ's Trilogy, and he told me he "found them low budget" so that, um, ended. I'm no longer crushing on real people.)

I read the second, the third book, reread The Hobbit a third time, watched all the movies, and joined Tumblr. Then I got motivated to read The Silmarillion. I'm currently working on that, as well as my Tolkien collection.

Honestly, one thing that fuels my love for the work is all my lovely mutuals who I've gained through this love.

So.. no pressure tags: @gauntletgirlie @wowstrawberrycow @valar-did-me-wrong @balrogballs @ghost-of-morrowbright @gingeragenda @greenleaf4stuff @dragon--ashes @dwarveslikeshinythings @numenoria @onebillionblorbos @zaldritzosrose @varda-star-queen @the-bogginses-are-gay @permanentlyexhaustedpigeon88 @daughterofthesunlands @princessfantaghiro and anyone else I've missed/wants to join.

[herofics]

Hello!! I found your blog and gotta say I LOVE your works!!! :D I've got a request if that's alright?

I was thinking of a Gojo x Stoic! Fem! Reader, but the reader has the same power as All Might?

She's called over to help with a serious mission, and seeing her power in action manages to impress and catch the attention of Gojo.

A/N: Sorry this took so damn long, I got this ask at the end of June and I'm just now getting around to writing it. Thank you for liking my writing, it means a lot to me :D Also Idk what the hell this ended up being, but I hope it's okay…

You don't particularly care about the whole "exorcizing curses" gig, you just do it because you happen to be very good at it and were born a sorcerer

You'd heard of Gojo before you met him, he's pretty freaking famous in the world of jujutsu, so it would be much weirder if you hadn't heard of him

You're not really impressed by him though, because he seems kind of childish and immature, even if he is the strongest

You were assigned a mission and you were supposed to do it alone

But for some reason, Gojo decided to tag along, because apparently he was bored

He promised not to interfere with your mission, unless you really looked like you needed it

You kind of rolled your eyes at him, because you were sure you would manage just fine and you pretty much always did missions alone

Gojo took your indifference to mean that you didn't like him, which made him even more annoying, because he became very talkative while trying to figure you out

You handled your mission and Gojo was just hanging around the whole time

He was kind just observing you, and when you punched the first curse and it just disintegrated instantly it made him raise an eyebrow

Cause normally the curses wouldn't just instantly disappear, but apparently your punches were so strong and infused with so much cursed energy it just evaporated them

Gojo is of course able to do this too, but he's never seen anyone aside from himself do it without a blackflash

He's intrigued, but he's also mostly figured out how your cursed technique works

Your physical strength remind him of Toji, which is not a very pleasant memory, but it just shows how strong you are

Gojo congratulates you after a mission well done, and offers to take you to eat something

You accept, not really thinking anything off it, just a meal between colleagues, but he basically uses the meal to talk your ear off and ask you a lot of questions

Gojo found himself very interested in you and while you do seem a bit distant, you're not really that cold

[slimeboiss]

Last Defense Character Analysis

I already did a full breakdown of my preliminary thoughts on these characters when most of them didnt even have names, so I figured i'd return to this topic now that each and everyone of these freaks is accounted for (as far as we know anyway). Have my opinions changed or what I secretly a genius that nailed all these characters on my first impressions? Let's see

TAKUMI SUMINO

I'll be honest, I don't really have anything new to say about this guy that hasn't already been said in my last post. I'm sure there have been a few tidbits about his character that have popped up in some trailers, but as far as I know nothing so far has changed my perception of him as your average Danganronpa protagonist (including Kokohead, from Rain Code). Which isn't necessarily a bad thing - the protagonists of Kodaka's games tend to be some of the more inoffensive characters. And like with every protagonist (save probably Makoto because who cares about him) Im sure theres more to him than meets the eye - but I doubt that it'll fundamentally change his everyman personality he's got going on.

DARUMI AMEMIYA

She's like the mascot of the game for me. I've never seen a more Danganronpa-coded character in my life.

Like Takumi I think I nailed down my thoughts on Darumi pretty well in my first post - she's had a lot of early prominence in early trailers, so it was easier to get a feel for what she was like compared to some of the no-names in the cast.

That being said, as more information about her came out, she does strike me as a character that hides her much deeper issues behind a mask. She actively wants to die, and she wants to die in a spectacular way. My guess is that she's had a horrific life (who hasn't in these games), and her obsession with killing games is a coping mechanism. I expect that she might have a touch of suicidal ideation and maybe even self harm habits stemming from this, though I can't imagine whether or not the writers are capable of handing it well.

Guess we'll have to wait and see!

EITO AOTSUKI

Getting queerbaited by the man behind Danganronpa is like losing chess to a dog but man come on. "Takumi's most trusted ally"? Who do you think you're fooling

He's a nerd with little social skills but he has strong feelings about friendships. He's also apparently sickly, which explains why he was the same skin tone as copy paper. The only difference between my initial impression of him is that I expected him to be a lot more "cooler" - closer to Byakuya, but not as much as an asshole. However, his profile and quotes seems to lean to him being a far more earnest and awkward character than that.

And yes the gay sex scene still looms heavy over him but I still have no idea how to contextualize that with what we know about him. Maybe he really is freaky like that.

(it'd be funny if that scene is just not in the game at all and nobody behind the game ever acknowledges that it happened.)

HIRUKO SHIZUHARA

Apparently, she's the Leader of the Special Defense Unit, but I have no idea how that translates into the game itself. Is she Sirei's second in command (disregarding Nigou for a second)? She does have a domineering energy that would make her a good candidate for leadership, but like

Is she the one giving out commands in battle

is she actually the protagonist but exclusively in combat

maybe im overthinking this, im tired lol and reaching for new things to say

Besides that, she's a huge fan of violence and bloodshed, which is a character trait that is shared by like half the cast. You're not special girl get a new character trait.

TAKEMARU YAKUSHIJI

Yeah I was pretty much spot on, this guy is the delinquent with a heart of gold. I want to say though, he comes off as more hotblooded and harmless than Mondo for some reason. It's hard to explain, their archetypes are pretty much identical but Takemaru comes off as if he's putting more emphasis on the "defender of the weak" part right off the bat. Im basing this all on a few quotes the devs deliberately selected to give that impression, so who knows, maybe hes just as much of an antisocial jerk as Mondo was in his first few hours.

I will say that they're not beating "this is danganronpa but again" allegations with this guy.

KAKO TSUKUMO

She deserves to be in a better game.

Okay okay, I don't have much to add about her. She's meek and a bit spacy, traits I could have gathered from early trailers. She also wants to be a detective, because she's a fundamentally curious character.

I don't want to acknowledge the elephant in the room, but it does seem that she's... resentful about a certain relationship of hers. She gives me the impression that she wants to be independent, but a certain someone keeps dragging her back - and perhaps, her sense of genuine love and her naturally submissive personality keeps her from voicing her true feelings. I will expand a bit on my theories on the next section, where unfortunately I have to talk about-

IMA TSUKUMO

Im not sure what I was expecting

Okay so "siscon" is a very common trope in japanese media - you even see it in otherwise "good" media like Spy x Family. It's not necessarily "romantic" in nature, yes, but 9 times out of 10 it straddles the border between platonic and romantic so closely that at that point you might as well be playing the Coffin of Andy and Leyley.

In this case, it seems that their "relationship" is the way it is because of their very rough upbringing, with Ima becoming Kako's sole protector. By that line of reasoning, it's not a surprise that Ima would be so defensive over his sole sister, and why Kako, who has presumably been sheltered by Ima most of her life, would be so meek and curious.

That being said, nothing about how Ima has been written so far or Kodaka's previous track record inspires much confidence that this is going to be anything but a stock incest joke for 90 percent of their screentime, which is a shame. It could genuinely be an interesting storyline if it wasn't written by the Danganronpa creators.

Also worth pointing out that their character art has opposing angel and devil motifs. Make of that what you will but like I don't need him to have evil fucked up wings to gather that this guy is a creep.

TSUBASA KAWANA

She's like, normal. From what I've gathered, she's a perky, generally cheerful girl that doesn't do well under pressure. Her gimmick appears to be that she tends to throw up when she's put in a stressful situation, which I hope doesn't become a running gag that gets run to the ground.

Also, it looks like her talent with machines (who could have guessed), also has a gameplay purpose. She can upgrade character's weapons in the garage - which does make me wonder if other characters have a sort of additional gameplay mechanic that tie in with their talents, or is she just special in that regard.

Also she has a whole ass van as a weapon, which must suck for Takumi who just got a katana. Katanas are cool but not as cool when your classmates gets a freaking armored van.

SHOUMA GINZAKI

His title is literally "Waste of Space", LMAO

I speculated that he had a Chihiro-like personality, being meek, shy, and perhaps a literal self-deprecating. I was right, but he definitely leans way more into the self-deprecating angle. Sorta like Toko or Mikan, but with an outward personality skewing closer to Chihiro, if that makes sense. (Yes i know this is not a danganronpa game but these are the closest analogies i can make).

He might have gone some experimentation (judging from a screenshot of him on an operating table), something that perhaps heavily influenced his self esteem. Maybe the experiment went bad and left him looking like a kindergartener. I'd be pretty fucked up too if I got stuck looking like a smurf my whole life.

I suspect he's a closet nerd (specifically for Gundam), on account of his weapon being a fucking mech.

As an aside note, if we keep going with the danganronpa comparisons, it's funny how you can draw a line between the token cartoon character designs - from sex offender who everyone hates (Hifumi and Teruteru) to gnomes that hate themselves (Ryoma and this guy)

GAKU MARUKO

Fuckass bowl cut

I didnt mention this specifically in my first analysis (if you want to call it that), but I kinda took this guy for a "lovable" coward type. Think Hiro. This is pretty close to the true, except he like openly admits to not caring about anyone but himself. He's like very explicitly a selfish prick. He gives me the vibe of this very annoying character who nonetheless mellows out as you near the endgame. His bio does state that he is good at taking care of the people he has open his heart to, so it's not like he's a complete sociopath.

I have no idea what this means but I'm sticking with my "token pervert" theory. Nonzero chance that this guy is develops a creepy obsession with a girl that takes over 90 percent of his characterization (see Kazuichi Souda)

YUGAMU OMOKAGE

Certified freak.

He's got the same deal as Darumi, having a weird, almost fetishistic obsession with murder, but unlike Darumi, his stems from the fact that he's the heir to a family of hitmen. Not only does he enjoy murder, but he also enjoys torture - anything that inflicts pain, either on other people, or on himself. Grade A sadomasochist, a very Danganronpa-coded character.

His dialogue also very heavily implies that he desires Takumi carnally, in which case he would have to get in line behind Eito.

Apparently, he's also a fan of getting naked and streaking through the school. I genuinely don't know what to make of that.

KYOSHIKA MAGADORI

I expected her to be a more serious, stoic character, closer to a Peko or Maki, but turns out she's like, weird. She took becoming a samurai too seriously and now she had a third grade education and all the knowledge of swordsmanship and bushido that she could gather from anime. In other words, she's a grade A otaku, but she has no idea how technology works because she's as old fashioned as a samurai. In other words, she's like, closer to Gundham than she is to her fellow swordswoman Peko.

The other gimmick about her is that she has a very close relationship with her sword. And if you don't know what that means, then Kurara makes a joke in her character introduction trailer that Kyoshika uses her... ahem, as a sheath. So yeah. This sure is Danganronpa writing.

KURARA OOSUZUKI

I was off about her the most probably - I wouldn't really call her a chuunibyou anymore, she falls into the Rich Bitch Ojou-sama archetype except that for some godforsaken reason she wears a giant tomato on her head.

Honestly theres very little in her design that could have given me the impression, besides maybe the ruffled blouse you can kinda make out beneath her giant fucking mask. She's haughty and annoying, kinda like Byakuya except that I cant imagine she fulfills the same role as he does - in part because I imagine it would be really hard to take your rival antagonist seriously if she looks like that.

For some reason her weapon is a bejeweled shovel - i imagine everyones weapons have some sort of symbolism, but i couldnt imagine what shovels have to do with her.

MOKO MOJIRO

I don't have much else to add, I think her joyous whimsy was pretty evident in her character design from the moment i saw her. She does seem to be the type to overexert herself for some reason, given the fact that we see her reassuring Not Karua while laying on a bed.

Yuri.

NOZOMI KIRIFUJI

Here we are. I had a sneaking suspicion, but it looks like we finally have confirmation. "Nozomi" is not the game character as Karua (Takumi's childhood friend). These are definitely two different characters.

Right. Anyway,

I expected that this would be the twist. These games always have an amnesiac character, and this time around it's not the protagonist that's fallen victim to it. But is it really amnesia, or is she truly a different person? Or did Karua even exist at all? Is Nozomi the original?

Anyway, out of all the characters in the game, Nozomi stands out not just because of her similarity to Takumi's dead childhood friend. All the characters wear black uniforms when in battle EXCEPT her. When she transforms into combat mode, she doesn't shed blood like everyone else either - instead being bathed in blue light.

Why is that? Is she like a robot? Her uniform has robotic attachments that are absent in everyone else's uniform, so it's not a farfetched idea. But that's about as far as my theories go. Who she is, her relation to Karua, etc. I have no theories at the moment lmao. Kodaka has already pulled the clones and twin sisters twist before, and while nothing is stopping him from doing it again, I wonder if he came up with a new batshit plot twist. Maybe the real Karua were all the corpses we've made along the way.

Poor Takumi she does not fuck with him.

As a closing note, "Nozomi" as a name means hope. So make of that what you will.

[starry-bi-sky]

Blood Blossom Au: Baby's First Commissioner Meeting :)

TL:DR This Post: Danny (orphan) gets poisoned with blood blossom extract by Vlad. He runs away from him and ends up under the care of one Pre-Robin Battinson Batman! Starry is loudly pushing her batdad agenda.

(Also known as "Late At Night, When The Nightingale Sings" on my ao3!)

This was a fun rough idea I've been sitting on for weeks, thinking about how Commissioner Gordon and Nightingale's first meeting might go.

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Commissioner Gordon likes to think that he's adjusting to the new normal of Gotham very well, -- the new normal being grown men running around dressed like bats, in military-grade strength body armor, committing acts of vigilantism, -- and slowly, little by little, he was no longer being surprised when this new normal pops up out of the shadows like the world's most terrifying daisy. His shaving lifespan thanks him for it.

....

The kid is a surprise though.

Granted, he seemed to be a surprise to the Bat too.

There's been a string of murders lately, -- which, in Gotham, is kind of like saying there's been another storm during monsoon season. And there's just been another; in some dilapidated building down in south Gotham, with the broken, boarded-up windows and mildew-crawling walls to match. The victim is a man in his thirties, multiple gunshot wounds to the chest, left in the center of the room for the blood to pool out around him.

The place is already secured when he arrives, the building swarmed with officers and the forensic detectives. The Bat emerges shortly after he does -- or, he might've been here the whole time, hiding someplace dark and shadowy. For his own sanity, Gordon doesn't think about it too hard.

The kid is a surprise, and he appears like a bolt of lightning.

He shows up in the middle of a conversation Gordon is having with the Bat.

A whistle, sharp and loud, slicing through the air, meant for open air rather than a confined space. Gordon's ears pierce and protest the sound, and the solemn, murmured chatter floating through the room abruptly cuts off like the swing of a gavel. As he turns towards the sound -- as they all do -- he swears, up and down, that he sees Batman's shoulders jump, just slightly.

At the source, perched on the window, is a boy. A boy in a gray-blue scarf and an oversized black hoodie, one that hangs off his frame and has ace bandages wrapped around the wrists in some attempt to cinch the sleeves. The hood is up, big like the rest of it, and threatens to swallow the upper half of the boy's face whole in the fabric. What upper half Gordon can see, is smeared with some kind of opaque, black face paint. He's holding onto the side of the frame with one hand, on his hip is a grappling hook. A familiar grappling hook.

Gordon has multiple questions, and his officers tense up.

Martinez puffs up, brows furrowing as his face shapes into a frown. Shoulders rolling back. "You can't be here, kid--"

The reaction is immediate, like a spark to gunpowder, the boy yanks his fingers from his mouth and his mouth twists into a scowl. Head snapping over to Officer Martinez, his hood manages to stay on but Gordon swears that as he bares his teeth, the glint makes them look sharper than they should be. His voice is rasp and quiet and harsh; snappish in its hissing; "Put a fuckin sock in it, Martinez. I'm not stayin."

Martinez reels back, and the boy immediately veers his attention off him. Like a switch, his demeanor drops. Despite half his face being covered, his mouth twists into a cringing, apologetic smile. Slanted and off-beat, embarrassed. It'd be disarming if this wasn't Gotham, and if he didn't just hiss at Martinez like he was about to bite his head off.

"Sorry." He whispers, voice deceptively polite and softer now. Gordon has to strain his ears to hear him. "I was looking for him."

He points his finger towards-- Gordon? No, Gordon follows the direction, and finds himself looking at -- the Bat.

The Bat, who always looks stiff as a pole, now looks even stiffer. Somehow. Well, the explains the grappling hook attached to the boy's waist.

"What are you doing here?" The Bat says, gruff and unable to completely smother the stumble of surprise in his tone.

The boy still holds a sheepish smile, and slips off the window ledge. His feet hit the creaky boards with a near-silent thud, the Batman finds his feet and rapidly begins crossing the room.

Gordon notes the slight tremble in the boy's legs as he straightens. He adjusts his scarf, which droops close to his knees now that he's standing, and slings a backpack -- how long has had that? -- off his shoulders. When the Bat reaches his side, he does as he always does, and looms over the boy like a spectre. A threatening mass of shadows cloaked in all-consuming black. Standing next to him, the boy looks teeny in comparison.

The Bat is a man who terrifies even the most hardened criminals, Gordon has seen grown men shiver in fear at the mention of his name. And yet when the boy looks up at him, he doesn't even flinch.

Instead, his sheepish smile melts away like ice under the sun, holding only traces of his previous embarrassment. It remains as a shadow on his face, a small upturn at the corners of his mouth. The boy pushes his hood back just enough to reveal glinting, ice-flint eyes surrounded in tar-black face paint. He holds the backpack up with one arm. "You forgot this."

[babvc-au]

Bendy pauses. “Holy water!?”

Cuphead raises a brow. “...Do you even have holy water?”

“…” Bendy hides a regular water bottle behind his back. “Yes…”

“...”

“Listen, I’m not here to—"

The front door clicks open. They both freeze.

Boris steps in, blinking at the scene before him. “Uh… Bendy? What are you doing?”

"I… huh!?" Bendy whipped his head to the side—He's gone!? His breath caught. Was he seeing things? Or was he just exhausted?

His mind races. Did I just imagine that? Am I going crazy?

Boris raises an eyebrow. “You sure you’re okay? You’ve been acting weird lately.”

Bendy forces a laugh. “Uh—yeah, I’m fine, haha.”

“You sure?”

Bendy sighs. “Yeah. Sorry if I’m freaking you out. I think I’ve just been really tired.”

Boris still looks unconvinced. “Then you should get some sleep tonight. I’ll cook breakfast in the morning if you want.”

Bendy musters a small smile. “Yeah… I’ll do that. And sure.”

Boris nods and heads toward the bathroom.

The moment the shower starts, Bendy hears a rustling sound. He looks down—his eyes widen in horror.

A bat is crawling out from under the couch.

“Boris—!” He yelps, only for a hand to slap over his mouth.

“Shh!”

Cuphead is back, standing over him with an annoyed glare.

Bendy stares, heart hammering.

"Hey, Bendy, have you seen my brush?" Boris calls from the bathroom.

Cuphead tightens his grip, eyes silently warning him before slowly letting go.

Bendy swallows hard. “I-it’s in the orange basket on the top shelf,” he calls back, not breaking eye contact.

The water runs in the background. Boris won’t be coming out for a while.

Cuphead takes a step back, arms crossed. "Listen. I'm not here to hurt you or your brother, got it? If I wanted to, I would've done it already. Like, I dunno… back in that alley when I saved your sorry hide."

Bendy swallows. “But—"

Cuphead cuts him off. “So now that we’ve got that settled, you better listen, because I’m not repeating myself.”

Bendy hesitates but nods.

“What you assume I am? You’re right. But I’m not here to cause trouble. I’m here on orders, investigating something-"

Bendy stares at him, still too stunned to process anything. He bearly listens, his voice fading into the background.

“-ay, now stand still.”

“Wh-what?”

Cuphead sighs deeply, realizing he wasn’t listening, stepping closer. "Ugh, just hold still!" Cuphead grabbed Bendy’s shoulders, forcing eye contact. His pupils gleamed red as he concentrated.

A moment passed.

Then another.

Nothing.

Cuphead’s frown deepened, why wasn’t it working?

Still nothing.

Bendy shifts awkwardly. “Uh… what are you doing?”

Cuphead lets go, looking frustrated. What’s up with this guy? No one can resists memory wiping...

Bendy clears his throat. "Um…"

Cuphead just stares at him, deep in thought.

Something isn’t adding up.

And with that, he suddenly vanished.

Bendy stood frozen in the middle of the room, his heart still hammering in his chest. His eyes flicked back to the spot where Cuphead had been just seconds ago. Gone. Just like that.

The room was quiet now—too quiet.

Bendy swallowed hard. His tail twitched. His hands clenched and unclenched as his mind scrambled for some kind of rational explanation.

Had that really just happened?

A vampire. A real, actual vampire had just been standing in his house. Had spoken to him. Had tried to—what? Hypnotize him? Erase his memory? They can do that right?

Bendy took a step back, his foot bumping into the couch. His legs felt like jelly.

What the hell is happening?

His brain felt like a tangled mess of wires, static buzzing in his ears. This wasn’t just some dream. He could still feel Cuphead’s grip on his shoulders, the intense weight of his stare.

Boris’ voice suddenly broke through his daze.

“Bendy?”

Bendy flinched.

Boris was standing at the hallway entrance, rubbing his damp fur with a towel, looking at Bendy with concern.

“You okay?” Boris frowned, glancing around the room. "You look like you've seen a ghost."

Close enough, Bendy thought.

His mouth opened, but no words came out. What was he supposed to say? That guy—the guy he’d briefly met just the other day—had just broken into their house? That he turned into a freaking bat and crawled out from under the couch like some horror movie monster?

Yeah, sure. Boris would totally believe that.

Bendy forced a chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, uh… just got lost in thought, I guess.”

Boris didn't look convinced. "You sure? You’re acting weird, bro."

Bendy exhaled through his nose, forcing himself to relax. “Nah, I’m fine. Just, uh… probably need some sleep like i said.”

Boris studied him for another moment before shrugging. “Alright. Just don’t stay up all night pacing. I swear, I heard you moving around the house at like three in the morning.”

Bendy stiffened.

He hadn't stayed up last night. He had been asleep before Boris even went to bed.

Bendy forced a grin. “Heh, yeah. No promises.”

Boris rolled his eyes but dropped it. “Just don’t pass out on the floor or something.” He turned and headed for his room, the door clicking shut behind him.

Silence settled over the house again.

Bendy let out a shaky breath and ran a hand down his face. His fingers were trembling.

He needed to sit down.

Stumbling back onto the couch, he buried his face in his hands. His mind was racing, replaying the last few minutes over and over.

A vampire. A real vampire. And he was after something.

And for some reason… it had to do with him?

Bendy shuddered. Was that a good thing or a bad thing?

He barely had time to process that thought before remembering something.

The kitchen window.

It was probably still cracked open.

A chill ran down his spine.

He got up and went into the kitchen.

Had he really left?

Or was he still watching?

Bendy quickly shut the window.

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Scene 13:

A dim lantern flickered inside the small tent, casting long, restless shadows against the fabric walls. Felix sat hunched over a pile of books, his fur slightly ruffled, exhaustion lining his face. The night outside was quiet, save for the occasional rustling of leaves.

His ear twitched.

A sound—faint footsteps crunching the forest floor.

Felix tensed, eyes flicking toward the tent’s entrance. His hand hovered near the edge of his book, ready to slam it shut.

Then, a familiar voice broke the silence.

“Hey, Feel. How you holding up? Haven’t heard from you in a while.”

Felix’s shoulders relaxed slightly. He turned to see Sheba, standing just outside the tent flap. Her brown eyes reflected the lantern’s glow, warm yet cautious.

“Oh, Sheba… I’m—” He hesitated, looking away. “I’m alright. Just, looking still. Y'know?”

Sheba stepped inside, her movements careful as if afraid of disturbing something fragile. She could tell he was on edge. It's one of those nights probably. She could just feel it.

“Feel, I told you this once, but I’ll tell you again—” She placed a hand on his shoulder, squeezing gently. “What happened back then… that wasn’t your fault...”

Felix stiffened.

"I know..."

Sheba looked over his face carefully, seeing his growing distraught.

"Do... you want to talk about it?"

A flash of crimson. A scream. The overwhelming pull of something dark surging inside him.

He shut his eyes. His claws subtly dug into the pages of his book.

“I …” His voice came out hoarse. “I would rather not talk about it."

Sheba sighed but nodded. She’d learned when not to push.

Instead, she knelt beside him, her eyes scanning the mess of books. Some were old and tattered, barely holding together, while others had frantic scribbles lining the margins.

“Still burying yourself in these, huh?” She picked up a book and flipped through it idly. “Find anything useful in'em?”

Felix exhaled, quickly flicking theough pages. “No. Just the same dead ends.” His tail flicked in frustration. “It’s like chasing a ghost. I know the book exists. I know what it looks like. But finding it? That’s another story.”

He leaned back, running a hand through his fur. “I’ve already searched every library in town. There’s one left, but if I don’t find anything there, I’ll have to move on to the next city.”

Sheba studied him, her expression unreadable. She’d known Felix for years, long enough to recognize the weight in his voice. The way his exhaustion wasn’t just physical—it was something deeper. Something that had been gnawing at him for far too long.

She set the book down gently. “Then I guess we better hope that last library’s got what you need.”

Felix gave a small, tired chuckle. “Yeah. Guess so.”

The lantern flickered. Outside, the wind rustled the leaves again, like whispers in the dark.

Sheba glanced at Felix one last time before turning toward the entrance.

“…Just don’t forget, Feel,” she murmured. “You’re not in this alone.”

She stepped outside, leaving him in the soft glow of the lantern and the quiet hum of unread words.

Felix sat there for a long moment, staring at the book in his lap.

Then, with a slow breath, he turned the page.

Alrighty Folks! The Time Has Finally Come!

Hopefully this is everything and i didn't miss any panels or doodles for this post, but here is almost everything about BABVC's comic sketches, wips, doodles, refs, and even scripts i never finished, plus more! Doodles and other art stuff will be added to the end of this post. (Due to how many wips i have and such, there will be multiple reblogs happening as i go through this so bare with me.)

So, did you want to know how BaBvc would have went? Here's your answer. (This will contain a mix of the script, old comic wips and context)

Now, well jump to where we left off in the comic with a smol refresher.

Scene 6 Nightmare:

It's dark and bendy is in a black like void. He hears voices.

"Why? You had a chance!" OB growls.

"Who's there!?" Bendy shouts.

"Why did you resist?" OB

"What?"

Bendy's eyes are suddenly covered by cold clawed hands. And he tries to pry them off.

"Why!?" OB

"What are you talking about?! Who are you!" Bendy growls trying to fight them off.

"Don't keep me waiting much longer" we see the claws retract and three tails around Bendy.

"I'm sick of waiting"

The last shot is of Bendy's demon cross eye.

“But, how…?”

He hears a yawn from Boris as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes, “good morning, Bendy”

Boris blinks at Bendy’s hand and the bag, "You better not eat that so early in the morning, Bendy.” Boris scolded, ears pinned back.

“What? No, i wouldn't do that. But...” Bendy says, looking at the can thoughtfully. "Did you get some more after last night…?" He asked the tall wolf. Boris raised a brow at him, confused. 

"What do you mean?" He asked. "That's the same bag from last night when we went to the market right?" He asked. 

"Well yeah but, I lost it, remember?" Bendy said and looked up at his younger brother. Boris stares at him in confusion. "...You did?" He asked. 

Camera focuses on the can in his hand.

Scene 8:

Bendy and Boris enter Berry cafe and take a seat at a booth.

"So you honestly don't remember?" Bendy starts looking across the table to his younger brother.

"I really don't. I only remember us getting the stuff, and then after that, it's all blurry. Like I blacked out or something, and then it was morning." Boris replied. "Are you sure you didn't just imagine you lost it? Maybe it was a dream that you had last night." He points out.

"..." Bendy thinks, "Maybe you're right. I've been having weird dreams, and I guess it's possible." He says tiredly. "Though it really felt like I wasn't dreaming." He mumbled to himself.

Then Melody comes around shortly after and asks them what they would like to order. "Hello, welcome to Berry's Cafe. What would you - oh! It's you two, the usual then?" She smiles and lifts her paper and pen.

Bendy lifts his head and gives a small smile. "Ah, yeah, for me, at least. Boris?" He looks over expectantly for his order.

"Oh! um, what's the special today?"

"New York cheesecake drizzled in strawberries and syrup, it's so good!" she smiles and hugs her notepad dreamily.

Boris perks at that smiling "Guess I know what I'm getting now, (haha) and can I get a hot coco with that, thanks Melody."

"No problem! I'll put your order in right away." She nods and walks away allowing Bendy to see the other residents in the cafe. And surprisingly enough he sees someone familiar. His eyes widened a little, shocked.

(Isn't that-?)

Bendy looks at his right wrist and rubs it lightly.

(So it hadn't been a dream? I should probably thank him.)

Bendy stood, making Boris look at him. "Bendy?"

"I'll be back."

Bendy walks away and heads for the familiar person.

"Uh, Hey." he says. Catching Cupheads attention who opens his eyes. He looks a little confused and shocked to see Bendy for a moment.

"I wanted to say thanks for the other night you really helped me back there." Bendy says looking to the side awkwardly.

Cuphead says nothing for a minute. His shock turns to annoyance.

"Yeah, whatever, watch yourself, you're lucky I found you when I did." Cuphead says with a steady look. "Didn't your mom teach you not to walk around at night by yourself?"

"It's dangerous." He glares, narrowing his eyes.

Bendy furrows his brows at the semi aggressive tone. "Hey, I came to thank you, not get a lecture! And I wasn't by myself."

"..."

"Anyway like I said, thank you, seriously." Bendy frowned.

Cuphead stands up and looks down at Bendy, who looks up at him in return nervously as they stare at each other.

"Here you go sir, your order." Tostie says, giving Cuphead two drinks.

"Thanks," he says.

She walks away.

"There you are, Cuppy!" A new voice sounds in the cafe besides Bendy.

Mugs comes over and stands by his brother's side. Who gives him an exhausted look.

"Here." Cuphead hands him the second drink.

"Oh! Were you in the middle of something?" Mugs looks between Bendy and Cuphead.

Cuphead gives Bendy another glare.

"No. Let's go." He walks off, but Mugs falters and gives Bendy a nervous smile and a wave before he follows.

"Geez, what a jerk." (At least the other guy was nice) Bendy sweats but shrugs it off heading back to Boris.

"Was that someone you knew?"

"Uh, not exactly," Bendy says as he slides back into the booth.

It's silent for a moment before Boris speaks up.

"Bendy, listen, I know you're just as confused as I am, but you haven't told me a single thing about what happened last night, I was really worried about you."

"I know, I promise to tell you when I've made sense of it, ok? Just… give me some time."

Boris sighs, "...Ok"

Bendy looks away and out the window covered in fog with a thoughtful look. It starts to snow a little.

Scene 9

Cuphead glares ahead. (The hell? Did I not wipe his memory correctly? And what's with that weird smell?) He rubs his nose.

Mugman watches him, concerned. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Cuphead mutters. “I just need to go to the casino… again.”

Mugman frowns. “Huh? Why?”

“I’ll tell you later—unless you wanna come with me.”

Mugman hesitates, then nods. “Mmm… I’ll go with you.” Cuphead glances at him, his expression unreadable. Without another word, he keeps walking.

(Que this scene where they report to The Devil about Bendy being immune to memory wiping)

"Sir, I've come to report something." [Kneeling]

"What is it?"

"There's someone i met that's immune to memory wiping."

"..."

"Is that so..."

(Thus, The Devil orders Cuphead to keep an eye on Bendy and to report back if anything happens.)

Scene 12

Cuphead (bat form) climbs through the crack of the window in the kitchen. He hops to the ground and transforms back into his toon form. He dusts himself off and then looks up. Unexpectedly Bendy was in the doorway and saw everything.

(Que a funny nervous Bendy stares and throws a mug at Cuphead.)

Bendy runs to his couch and starts his spiel.

"What are you doing in my house!? Are you going to kill me!? You're a vampire! Aren't you supposed to stay out of houses unless you're invited!? Or something!?

"Huh?"

"Wait a minute, vampires have other weaknesses! I think I have a few things!"

Bendy runs out of the room, and Cuphead is left in confusion.

"Okay...this is weird." -sigh-

Bendy comes in and out with various "vampire deterrents"

"Garlic!?"

"No"

"A cross!?"

"Nope"

"A stake!?" (It's a twig)

"Na-da"

"Sunlight!?" (Its a flashlight.)

"Did you forget you saw me at the café?"

[celtrist]

Why does Vassago already have merch, we haven't even met him yet

[blackswallowtailbutterfly]

Still haven't messaged my mom back. And I don't think I'm going to.

[cantfightmoonlight]

"More like I was desperate to try to find a silver a good in a really fucked up situation?" She admitted quietly after a prolonged breath. "When they had been appalled at what had happened to me, they made me feel seen and maybe a little validated," She let out a small sigh as she pivoted from where she was sitting to face her cousin. "When I came back, I really did think it would all be okay, you know? Like if I just found you and Luna then everything would go back to the way it should be. It might not have been the plan, but we could pivot? I could adjust. I could be adjustable. I know I never really had a good track record of that in the past, but we'd figure it out. Only, Luna never really cared about me like that. I was just a chapter in her book. A mistake she had no problem moving on from and this place, filled with people I thought would be my friends and neighbors, were kind of awful. I never had people outwardly hate me before or be mean, which I know makes me sound privileged as fuck and I probably was. But, whenever everyone seemed to just expect me to get over it, move on and figure out all this vampire stuff all on my own, Lo and Dilan had been the ones who said hey, it's okay to take a moment for yourself. Grieve or something? So, that's what's this was supposed to be is all. Less fun as much as making space I suppose? As cliché as that sounds now that everyone is doing it for the lyrics of Defying Gravity. But, it was supposed to be something. You know, if they hadn't forgotten about it and all," Her shoulders lifted and fell into a small shrug.

She didn't say anything when he told her that she deserved a lot. She had a feeling whatever she could say wouldn't exactly be the best contribution. Not when the idea of hope, a mentality she once had clung so strongly to, felt almost toxic now. "They do. But, it's okay. I'm sort of used to it now," She admitted with another small shrug. "Jonah, it's okay," Her brow eyes met his as she gave him a genuine and reassuring smile. "Jake started his speech with 'I’d tell you it starts with F' and there might not have been a 'U'- his speech was actually kind of nice despite it sort of sounding like some political advisor's stance on civility. But, I'm pretty sure I'm still one of his least favorite people in this room. Aaliyah told me when I first turned to eat oranges to stop me from burning in the sun and I was nearly fried to a crisp, so I'm sure that will come up at some point too. My own best friend, last year on my birthday, told me she was scared of me, when I lost empathy. Ken's told me to my face that just because I'm friends with Leyla doesn't mean that he has to be mine, and the list goes on and on. The people here don't like me and it's okay." She didn't particularly like herself either, so at least they had something in common. The corner of her lips itched up into a hint of a smile, however deprecating, at the thought.

"You didn't make me cry, Jonah. I cried because I realized that another year has gone by. Another birthday and, despite being back for three years, I still can't shake this feeling that I should have stayed dead. I'm not trying to freak you out by admitting that, by the way. It's just my life seemed better before. I was better before. At least I liked me better and the majority of people I knew seemed to too for that matter. And that's not to say that I don't have good things going. I love Ben, so much so, and I would have never had the chance to fall in love with him if I hadn't come back. But, I also wish I came back as a human and not this." Not as some freak of nature. It was ironic really, how as a human she used to see vampires as beautiful. She had been in complete and utter awe of them, only to realize, that she might have been one of the few people who had genuinely felt that way after turning. "I cried because three birthdays have gone by and not much has changed for me. I still don't know what the fuck I'm doing. My body still seems to be rejecting what I've become and, even if it wasn't, it's not like I have a lot of guidance when it comes to figuring it out. People are still calling me a monster, a bitch and a whole other slew of names. And, while Dilan and you came to check on me, no one defended me. Not when I was called an 'entitled asshole'. That's not me criticizing you either, I hope you know, even though I know you might take it as another way you messed up, when its not. I didn't ask you to come to my defense and I probably was being an entitled asshole. But, I cried because I was upset with my life and, in part, myself. While, I'm hiding because this was about the place I could find to have a moment to do what this whole party was supposed to be about to begin with- grieve the death of the girl I lost and get over myself," She shrugged once more.

"So," She reached out and gave his hand another small squeeze. "Don't feel bad, okay? Or feel like you can't participate in White Elephant anymore. It was never about a silly game to begin with."

.

That, her not contesting or declining the offer to drink without a glass, gave away a lot into how Bri was feeling, and all it did was make Jonah slump lower into the seat. "You were thinking it could be fun. There's no way to predict the mess before that would led to this day not meeting your expectations. They did have the right idea, to close that chapter and celebrate your life, you should be celebrated, now and always, have a good birthday for once. You deserve a lot. People don't hate you Bri, there's a lot of love here for you tonight and always," he said softly. But he couldn't help the heavy feeling that sat on his chest, to know that he couldn't help make this different for her, that he lacked something or failed at expressing he cared for her, and perhaps in a way he did fail her. In a lot of way even. He certainly couldn't make anything better no matter how hard he tried to do so.

"I'll take that as a good thing. That's something I'm doing right tonight. Drinking. Maybe it'll help me to not be so…me." He laughed and took another long swig. While her tone indicated to that being sincere, he found it a little difficult to believe, given she was hiding was a prime indicator. But he nodded all the same, "Yeah, okay. We can stay here, I don't want to leave." Her question made him scoff, "What didn't I mess up?" he answered, "I know I made you cry, there's that. I think-" he said with a nod, solidifying it within himself as he spoke, "- I think I'm not gonna participate in White Elephant anymore. Does a resolution count if you make it before the new year? Whatever. I'm not doing it again. It's not worth to see you upset."

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I watched scary videos before bed again and now I'm scaaaaarreddd 😭😭😭😭😭

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in most fics i've read robin is grossed out when steve talks about his sex life, which is probably far more in character for her, but hear me out

imagine them discussing literally everything. like having no boundaries whatsoever.

one day robin mentions she's never seen a dick and she's curious what all the fuss is about.

robin: you have one

steve: yeah...?

robin: so show me

steve: ??

steve: sure, why not

when steve pulls down his pants, robin just stares at him with a blank face

robin: that's... it?

steve: what do you mean that's it??

robin: it looks sad

steve: ??? well, it's not hard rn, obviously???

robin: ugh, boring

steve: you want me to show you my hard dick?? is that what's happening rn?

robin: i mean yeah?

steve: your judgemental face is forever burned into my mind. i don't think i'll ever be able to get hard again.

then robin bursts into his room like a week later

robin: steve, you're a slut-

steve: hey!

robin: so you know your way around a vagina, right?? i need you to tell me if i have a rash or not

steve: do you not own a handheld mirror?

robin: i'm freaking out so much, i can't make a sound observation rn

steve: *sigh* alright

turns out robin does indeed have a rash and steve takes her to the doctor

at one point they lose all shame. steve regularly air dries while robin hangs out in his room. robin makes steve do her monthly breast self-exam. they check each other for ticks.

when steve and eddie start dating steve tells robin literally everything. robin knows way too much about eddie and she loves it.

robin comes over for movie night, eddie is already there

robin: how was your day?

steve: we slept in, then eddie fucked me, it was great-

eddie: *chokes*

steve: then we cooked lunch, there are some leftovers in the fridge, go ahead and eat. yours?

eddie: ???

robin: ugh, don't get me started-

eddie: wait wait wait, how did you just say that so casually?

stobin: ???

eddie: that i fucked you??

steve: i tell robin everything. i told you that. you said that's fine.

eddie: i didn't know that included our sex life?

steve: why wouldn't it? ... wait, oh no, are you not okay with that?? i'm sorry, i thought you knew??

eddie: oh no, it's fine! it just surprised me is all. y'all are real freaks, carry on

stobin: okay then

robin freaks out before her first date with a girl

robin: what if my vagina looks weird???

steve: are you planning to fuck her on the first date, buckley? and how many times do i have to tell you your vagina looks absolutely normal??

robin: no, i'm not, but it's still a valid concern!!! what if my vagina looks hideous to girls??

eddie, the silent observer: lol

steve: what are you even talking about... a vagina is a vagina, vagina lovers love all vaginas

robin: stop saying vagina

steve: vagina vagina vagina-

robin tackles him and they end up wrestling until steve yields

steve: okay okay,, as someone who's seen his fair share of coochies

robin: that's even worse

steve: yours looks perfectly fine.

eddie: wait, you've seen it?

stobin, staring at him: ...

eddie: right, dumb question

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AHHHH I'm so glad you like my stuff!! My favorite part about it is the name, it's so comically long.... it adds charm, me thinks :]

I like the idea of Bill being an uncle! I want to make him a bit more laid-back and chill, but also not completely erase his "Bill"-ness. It's a delicate balance, but I like to think I'm not doing too bad so far? I want him to have a friendlier relationship with the twins. Anyways! Here's some more snippets of deeper lore for these guys! I'll reveal it slowly as we go :)

Although, please do ask if any of you have any questions!! I tend to get mixed up a lot and forget if I revealed a piece of lore or not, so it'll probably do both you and I a favor if you asked :]

The twins were sent to Grunkle Ford for the summer. He is a bit of the town recluse, rarely seen out, and always shut up inside his lab in the shack. He's basically considered one of the town's many cryptids.

The whole shack (now lovingly nicknamed the "Mystery Shack" by both the townsfolk and the twins) always has a strange tangy smell that nips at their nose, but the twins can never really pinpoint what it is. There's a lot of candles a bit everywhere. Dipper and Mabel are pretty sure Grunkle Ford is performing various demonic rituals downin the basement, based on how many mysterious strange objects, creatures, and herbs litter the shack. Which is strange, given how scientific and non-superstitious Grunkle Ford seems to be.... They never ask questions, though. He freaks them out a little at first, but they get endeared to his odd habits and awkwardness. Oh, and there's Uncle Bill, of course.

With the arrival of the twins under his care, Ford's grown to become a bit more social and adopt some healthier habits for himself, even joining them on their adventures sometimes. But without his other half there, it all feels... empty.

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Had it not been for the words and considerations that followed, Zach very well might have bit back at her Dodongo remark. Descended into the usual bickering he was known for. Deflective. Defensive. Confrontational. But- it would seem- softness beget softness. Vulnerable as he felt after saying the small piece he did- prickly to boot- the retaliatory snark would get to stay in his pocket. There were things he felt like saying, and so too did she. One of the bottled thoughts from before rises to the surface. Freed from usually restrained lips.

"So... huh. So he freaks you out too? Well, how about that. And I just thought they were like that to me because of... me, I guess." Eyes turn upward, briefly distracting themselves with a colored banner that was strung between two eaves. Did he really want to get into the hows and whys? "I don't know why they're all such assholes. But if you see something in them too, then I believe you- just means I'm more right. You haven't seen the worst of it, back at the barracks. When they- but... yeah."

Zach trails off. Zelda wasn't exactly subtle with her distaste for the topic. What with the errant wandering of her tone pushing into her next words, which- certainly take Zach by surprise. He stops in his tracks as it all registers properly in his ears.

"You want to choose me?" The notion feels ridiculous, the sort of development that others may dream of but it was the last thing on his mind. Maybe he really was slow? Should he have seen this coming? Or did he just not recognize how much he was trusted by the Princess? "You have to kick me to do stuff like this, and that's... the kind of knight you want? I... really don't get it. But. You are weird. But I also keep going along with it, so. Pft."

The sudden lapse of levity feels good. It loosens the sudden restraint he had felt in his chest not to mention the bashfulness of what that sentence and request entailed.

"You..." There's more there that she isn't saying. In her eyes. In her words. If Zach squints his eyes maybe he'd even start to see it too. How the world was swirling around this girl like a dark cloud. Distrustful of the knights. Visions. And now the King? He'd heard through word of mouth about the banquet. "I trust you, Zelda..." The confession slips out so carelessly that even Zach looks surprised to have said it. And the loud ringing of the bell interrupts whatever chance he has to cover it up.

The true funny thing, is the sentimental mood has Zach more willing to go along with things than ever. Scam is entirely unnecessary. He just needed to get onto another topic, this is a welcome venue.

"Ahhh, yeah! Mm. Sure. That's not too far- this way, right?" As if he doesn't know, having been there multiple times himself for one assignment or another. Katelynn often wanted to visit as well. Zach's efforts are redoubled, and it's his turn to be all too eager to have the subject changed. Not that the thoughts had left his mind. Looming over his future just like the spire of the temple with its long shadow cast like the hand of a clock over the gardens. Ticking slowly with the arc of the falling sun.

"Wha?! Hey! Let go of me! It's not my fault your slower than slower than a Dodongo!" She grumbled. Although, he did have a point about it getting later. Still, that didn't mean he could grab her so carelessly! It gave her a fright! However, he seems to fall in line next to her once he's satisfied that she won't run back, and for a moment Zelda could swear he's being soft on her and not all bristly like he usually is.

She should treat him gently. It was a rare treat to hear Zachary not blustering over something dumb like he had something to prove.

"Well, I try not to waste your time on frivolous pursuits too much? And you were right in that it seemed like a waste to head back after being half way there," Zelda responded as gently as she could trying to resist the urge to tease him for this sudden bout of softness. Maybe she should return it in kind, "You're the only one I can ask for stuff like this. Impa won't take me, and none of the other noble children will bother with me anymore. They all think I'm weird after the last incident at the banquet...." Zelda muttered.

She wasn't aware of how aware Zack was of court politics, or how she was viewed, but he didn't really have to be. Zelda's odd behavior was well known. It hadn't taken long for the other children to start calling her a witch after she'd had a vision at the banquet table. It had basically ruined her social life before it had even begun.

"...And I don't want to ask any of the other knights. They'd... do it, but..." A frown tugged at her lips as she thought of Fulk. He wasn't the only one like that.

"...A lot of the knight's... aren't trustworthy, I think. It's... the way they look at me. It's hard to explain, but it's like I get the sense that I'm.... in danger..." She muttered, trying to explain things to Zack as they walked. However, no one truly believed she had a sixth sense within the castle. They all believed she was just an odd little girl who didn't like strangers, "It's... okay if you don't believe me though. I know it sounds weird."

"Anyyyyyway...." She wanted to move on from the topic as quickly as possible. Zack thought she was strange, but in a pleasantly annoying way, not... In the way other people thought she was strange, "You just gotta get used to me taking you places! I'll have to choose a personal guard soon, and you're the only one I have in mind! I can trust you! Your eyes aren't evil! If I'm allowed to. Father might end up choosing form me, but I really hope he doesn't. He hasn't really been thinking clearly lately. I'm afraid he'll make a poor decision."

There she went saying strange things again. Eugh, it was hard when no one understood what her powers were like outside of Impa.

They were just gonna get cream puffs and go home? Aw. Already? It felt like the day just flew by.

The distant chime of a bell catches her attention though and an idea hits her like a giant boulder crashing down death mountain! She has an idea to scam convince Zach to let them stay out a little longer!

"Well, I have one more place I'd like to stop before we get food, if you don't mind? I haven't been to the Temple in ages. I should say my prayers before we get food and head back. Sound good?"