#i'm so funny eheheheheheh

[weather-phenomenon]

to be loved

is to be changed

[whiteboardartstudios]

Goodbye, Gendaen

fan art for @mtqcomic

Thoughts and LONG ramble under the cut! (includes spoilers!!!)

A while ago (like last week maybe?) I realized that I've been following this comic for almost a year, and I still haven't drawn Mysta yet! I figured that with the recent end of Chapter 3 and that *huge* lore drop (I was NOT expecting that oh my goodness the theory wheels are turning in the void that is my brain) now would be a pretty good time to draw her! So that's where this came from! :D

I thought that it would be fun to draw Mysta looking sort of like a knight? Partially because it makes for cool posing and composition but also because I think that if she was in D&D she would be a paladin due to the whole "Hero sent by Destiny" thing (I considered sorcerer or warlock as well, but her moveset is mostly melee at the moment so I thought that paladin fits better. Plus this opens up the possibility of Gendaen being an Oathbreaker paladin, depending on how that whole situation with the Crimson went. (also now I kind of want to put the main cast of mtq in D&D even though I don't actually know a lot about D&D ToT. I think Eth would be a ranger maybe multiclassed into something magic-related, because rangers have a favored enemy mechanic that gives them advantages on fighting a certain type of enemy, which could be Crimson enemies for D&D Eth. Yele is (kind of obviously) a druid because of the whole dryad thing, and Zaïl is definitely giving rogue energy to me.)) Anyways, D&D-related sidetrack aside – hello??? End-of-chapter-3 lore drop? (/positive) I have SO many questions. First of all, what happened to convince Gendaen to switch sides? For someone who allegedly spent his entire life trying to cleanse the Crimson, it would've taken one heck of a worldview-upending revelation to get him to join it. With the information we currently have, it seems pretty clear that Gendaen isn't mind-controlled or corrupted or anything – not just because of the reasons Eth gave in page #169, but also because from all the interactions we've had with Nelun Soma'o/Gendaen, he seemed to be pretty chill? I pointed out in my first fan art post that it doesn't seem as if Nelun Soma'o is being built up to be a villain character and is instead more of an antagonist with a slight mentor role, and I think that still kind of holds up now. Gendaen definitely wants Mysta to help him and/or the Crimson with something, and as Yele said in that recent comic, things aren't really adding up. I'm still slightly suspicious of the Order of Learning as well (insert person pointing at conspiracy theory board meme here lol), since you would think that if Gendaen and Eth are really close then Gendaen might have told Eth about the whole Crimson situation, right? On Page #250 (which is marked as 150??? probably a typo but idk) Gendaen says that he didn't want Eth to be roped into this whole situation, which could be a reason for keeping him in the dark – though if he knew Eth really well then he might have suspected that Eth wouldn't just let him disappear and would go searching for him. Another possible reason (in my theory) if the Order is evil or something and Gendaen learned something that he shouldn't have learned, maybe he knew that Eth wouldn't believe him because of his loyalty to the Order? I may just be connecting random dots and calling it a picture here but *something* is going on and until we get more clues on what that may be, I'm sticking with this theory lol :P EDIT, I was rereading Gendaen's character sheet and it says there that he has a strong code of honor and fights for the underdogs (not the exact phrasing but it's close). 👀 does that mean the Crimson is in some sort of underdog position? 👀

Anyways back to the drawing a little, I gave both Gendaen and Mysta a sort of braid-like element in their designs to sort of tie them together a bit visually (Mysta's is on the sides of her head, which is kind of hard to see so I added a little ribbon to show that parts of her hair is tied back, and Gendaen's is in his golden hair accessory thingy). I think that there's definitely some sort of correlation between Gendaen's disappearance/switching to the Crimson and Mysta being sent to Sol Ybberia, and I also think that both of them are going to play an important role in whatever happens in the future, hence the braids (to show that their destinies are kind of intertwined, as the two Heroes of Sol Ybberia). I also thought that it would be fun to put Gendaen in a stained glass window instead of actually physically being present, because up until the Nelun Soma'o reveal, all the things we know about Gendaen are basically all from Eth's recollections of him, which for me definitely paints a bit of a "Character haunting the narrative" kind of vibe. I also think that with the Nelun Soma'o reveal, the somewhat glorified (for a lack of a better word – I think Eth might be a little biased when it comes to Gendaen, considering that Gendaen has been missing for about 5 years, if my math is correct? 5 years feels like a long time to me and I think that if a person important to me has been missing for that long then my impression of them would definitely start warping to how I want to remember them/who I wanted them to be and I might start unintentionally ignoring the things that doesn't quite match that image in my head. Speaking of/case in point, Eth's reaction to the Nelun Soma'o reveal!) image of Gendaen that we had got thrown in a metaphorical blender with our idea of the Crimson at the time, and it just makes things a whole lot more complicated in a very interesting way. (If you look at the bottom right of the image you can see Nelun Soma'o's cloak coming out of stained-glass Gendaen's cloak, which I thought would be a fun little detail to include). Hence, the stained glass is kind of the "perfect Hero who disappeared to advance the plot" Gendaen and we can see Mysta kind of splitting the glass with her Rotted Fork from a composition point of view, referencing that huge lore bomb she dropped a couple of pages ago and how that changes our (or at least my) perception of Gendaen as a character entirely. I really do like the plot twist, as I think it makes Gendaen a more 3-dimensional character with more complicated motivations and narrative significance, as before I mainly knew him as "predecessor to Mysta" and "one of Eth's sources of motivation", but now he my understanding of Gendaen also extends to things about Gendaen himself and not just about his role in relation to other characters (for example, "Gendaen is helping the Crimson for reasons currently unknown" or "Gendaen is planning something that involves Mysta??? and he's in the Void??? And apparently Mysta is supposed to jailbreak him out at some point in the future?" He definitely has something planned behind the scenes, I don't know what it is and I want to find out).

MORE THINGS about Gendaen (can you tell that he's my favorite character at the moment ToT), what's up with those last words? If I'm correct (and I think I am, I scrolled all the way back to the page where the gods were introduced just to check this ToT), Nomù is Compassion? How is compassion related to Gendaen's alliance with the Crimson? I mean, when you think of the Crimson, compassion definitely is NOT the first value that comes to mind. Right now it seems that to me, Gendaen's plan with Mysta and the Crimson and the Void is connected to Nomù somehow? (the "I won't disappoint you" is definitely interesting). I don't have a lot of thoughts or theories on where this might be going, I just thought that it was something interesting to metaphorically chew on for the next while. It definitely seems like it has some sort of narrative significance, at least.

There might be more things that I wanted to talk about, but I can't really think of them off the top of my head right now (it might be due to the fact that it's currently quite late in my time zone ToT I am sleepy) so that's all from me for now :D (Also dropping the version of the drawing with just the lineart here because I think it looks really cool)

I hope you have a really nice day and/or night! :D

*a starry rift in space opens up in front of me and I faceplant into it like it is a mattress* (gotta make that dramatic exit!) [Image ID: The first image is a colored and rendered image of Mysta from the Mysta's Terrarian Quest webcomic standing in front of a stained glass window of Gendaen. She is holding the Rotted Fork spear from Terraria, and she has a determined expression on her face. The stained glass shows Gendaen with his back turned to the audience, and one closed eye is visible. His cloak is flowing to the right of the image, where it emerges out of the stained glass as it fades from green to dark grey. Crimson vines, green trees, and white clouds surrounds Gendaen in the stained glass. Outside of the glass portrait, real crimson vines are creeping along the stone walls that the portrait is on, framing the portrait and Mysta in the middle. A red light source is shining down from the upper right corner of the drawing. End ID.] [Image ID: The second image is a work-in-progress version of the first image without any color and only some minimal shading, with all shades being in monochrome. Mysta's lineart is noticeably darker compared to the line art of the background. End ID.]

EDIT: Forgot to add image ids, they're here now TwT

[firequeenofficial]

Okay, this is the last one xD

In the words of Lizzie, "I don't think we should take from the forest, the forest doesn't like to be taken from."

I had an absolute blast making these skins (the inspiration struck right in time for Halloween)

Also, I actually started making these BEFORE BigB got his awesome creaking skin, but now that he's allied with this team I think it works even better!

I think I'm also going to make versions where all the yellow glowing bits are red, but that'll come later lol.

[downforthegas]

Little drabble I've thought of writing for a while... Wa//lly is hanging out with Ba//rn//aby, and farts in front of him for the first time... teasing ensues

CW: farts (obviously), teasing/humiliation

Barn and Wally are hanging out at Barn's house. Barn has a nice, big bed (bc of course he does) so him and Wally are able to comfortably rest on it together. Barn's sitting upright against the headboard, while Wally is lying on his stomach, just listening to his best friend. He's cuddling up against a bone-shaped pillow, a favorite of Barn's many pillows that cover the bed. He's resting his head against the top and the bottom is getting squeezed gently between his thighs.

"So I says," Barnaby started. "and then he disappeared without a tres! eheheheheheh!"

"Ha. ha. ha. That's funny, Barnaby."

"Aw, thanks pal. You're always lookin out for me."

"Well... it's what friends do... I think."

Barnaby laughs again. He continued talking and Wally continued to listen. He wasn't much for talking, so he was a great listener. This time, however, he could hardly focus. No, he wasn't disassociating like usual. At least, he wasn't trying to, but something was making him. His tummy was starting to ache. He could feel little bubbles shifting around inside of him. Clearly the chili dogs him and Barnaby had earlier were not sitting well. Barn seemed completely fine, being used to foods like that, but Wally didn't eat chili regularly so his tummy wasn't working well with it.

Wally knew what it was. He knew he was full of gas, and that he had to get it out now. But he didn't want to. He didn't want to be rude, but with the way he was positioned, with his stomach against the pillow and his legs spread slightly, it was kinda hard. It was no use fighting it. He relaxed a little and pushed out a silent, airy fart. It had to have gone on for 30 seconds straight. He felt his belly deflate and shrink as the warm air rushed out of him, into the open air and against Barn's pillow. The seat of his pants slowly warmed up as well, which admittedly felt really good, almost as good as the cramps disappearing from his midsection. He let out a slight sigh when it was over.

Then the smell hit Barn.

Wally didn't think the fart would have a smell, but then he smelled it himself. He was hoping Barn wouldn't say anything about it but-

"Whoooo!" Barnaby fanned his nose with his huge mitt. He was in the middle of talking about what Howdy was rambling about when a smell of rotten apples mixed with chili hit his nose and stopped him. "Jeez, what's that smell?"

"Oh." Wally's face was faintly orange. Hopefully he wouldn't know that was him. "Uh... I'm... not... sure..."

Barn could tell Wally was being a little suspicious. He knew a little teasing wouldn't be so bad.

"Heh. Maybe a skunk just walked past the house."

Wally's face got more orange. "Uh... maybe..."

"Actually, the egg salad in my fridge prolly went off now that I think about it." He was grinning ear to ear.

The flush on Wally's face grew to his ears. "That has to be it..."

"Oh, I know. I think something died under the house."

Wally's stomach turned as he shoved his face into the pillow. "It doesn't smell that bad!" He said into the pillow, hoping Barn wouldn't hear.

"Oh I don't know, pal," Barn continued. "I think I saw a few flowers die outside... and the paint's pealing over there... oh, I know! Maybe it's coming from you!"

Wally lifted his head, his eyes pointing downward as if he were angry and his face still orange. "Not... at... all..." Just as he said this, he accidentally push a little audible fart into the pillow. it was still muffled but both Wally and Barn could hear. Wally shoved his face back into the pillow as Barn chuckled.

"Fine... it... was... me..."

"Heh. Sorry, buddy. I kinda knew it was you."

"You did?"

"Yeah. I thought I'd tease you a little, but I didn't think you'd take it so hard. Sorry bout that."

"Oh, it's ok," Wally said as he sat up, still sitting on the pillow. "I didn't mean to... do that... my stomach was hurting so bad... I felt like I was gonna explode... I tried to hold it but-"

"Aw, don't worry about it. I actually thought it was kinda cute."

"Cute?"

"Yeah. hehe. I didn't think you could make a smell like that..." He looked over and finally realized what Wally was sitting on. He didn't seem too pleased. "...and against my favorite pillow too."

Just then Barnaby's stomach growled. He held his mitt against it in discomfort.

"Ughh!" Barn said. "I think I had too much chili." He gently lifted himself slightly off the bed and blasted a loud, long bubbling fart against the blanket. It vibrated the bed violently for a solid 10 seconds. Barn sighed and waved his mitt.

"Phew!" He exclaimed. "That's better!"

"Wow Barn..." He waved the stink away from his face. It was a little unbearable. He had never heard Barn fart before and now he never wanted to again. "That was..."

"Huge? I know." Barn said. "But we're best friends. If you wanna fart around me, go ahead. It's natural."

"You're right..." Wally said, releasing another silent toot against the pillow, this time however, the hissing of the fart was loud enough to hear, which made Wally blush a little.

"Hey! That's my pillow!" Barn exclaimed.

"Ha. Ha. Ha... ok then... have it back..." He took the pillow out from underneath him and flung the back of it into Barn's face.

"Eww, Buddy!" He laughed. Then he took the blanket that was underneath his butt and threw it on top of Wally, who retched right before pulling the blanket off, his hair coming undone.

"That was gross..." Wally said, smiling even though he got a face full of butt fumes.

"Heheheheh! Serves you right!" The two laughed. Deep down, despite how embarrassed Wally was, he was really happy. Because now he knew he could be fully comfortable around his best friend.

~

Phew, uh... I've been wanting to write this for a while. I know I've been posting a lot of WH eprocto stuff, but this is what happens when two interests combine. I can't just keep it to myself... that would be selfish lol

[giggly-squiggily]

Heyyyyo! I hope you're doing great wherever you are :3

Okay okay! ONE more lee! Douma hc to drabble 2 hours before the event closes. Okay, so I hc that Douma has really ticklish ears. But here's what makes it interesting. People have different trigger reactions when it comes to being tickled (Gasping, vocal tics, an sometimes even sneezing). Douma has a unique reaction where he tears up when his ears are tickled. I think that's cute. Douma x Koku if you don't mind.

Enjoy your day! PS. I hope you had fun during this event.

{Headcanons to Dabbles: CLOSED!}

WAIT WHY IS THAT SO CUTE THOUGH??? I love this so much GAH! They make me soft!!! I've gotcha covered, anon! :3 (And thank you-I'm doing well! I wish the same for you too! I had a great time writing these dabbles lols!)

“Are you…are you crying?”

Kokushibou barely understood humans when he was still one. When he was younger, Yorrichi had a funny habit of hiccuping whenever his waist was squeezed. His former lover made the oddest titter sounds when he grazed her ribs- even he himself had a bit of a tremor reaction if someone grazed his palms on repeat.

When he became a demon, he figured he wouldn’t come across these strange reactions again- settling for a life of solitude in the eons to come.

Then Douma came into his life and he realized that there was always a possibility for things.

“W-What? Nohohoho?” Douma trembled through his giggles, cheeks dusty and rainbow eyes wet. Koku had gently brushed his hair away from his face, tucking it behind his ear in what he hoped to be a romantic gesture. Now he wasn’t sure what went wrong. “I’m tihihicklish!”

“Ah…but why are you crying though?” Kokushibou blinked, hand still hovering between them.

“I dohoohn’t knohow…I always do when my ears get tickled.” Douma shrugged, composing himself. “I think it’s involuntary- like how Akaza barks and Rui curls up.”

“Akaza barks?”

“Yeah! It’s really funny!” Douma giggled at the memory. “He gets all loud like an angry dog! God, you should see it-eheheheheheh!” Douma scrunched up when the fingers came back to his ears, gently grazing once more. Tears formed again, but the smile wasn’t pained or hurt. “Kohohoohohoku!”

“Demons are…unique beings.” Kokushibou mused, giving Douma’s ear one last poke before reaching out, wiping his cheeks with gentle fingers. “Just when I thought I’ve seen it all- you remind me there’s still so much I can adore about you.”

“Oh, you’re gonna make me blush!” Douma giggled, flapping his hands as he leaned into Koku’s palm. “Hm- do you react oddly when tickled?” Without warning, he grabbed Koku’s other hand, scribbling into his palm.

“Heh!” Koku jerked, body shaking like a leaf at the touch. Douma hooted in delight.

It seemed he still hung on to a part of his humanity afterall.

[creative-kny-fics]

Idk but after the swordsmith village arc I've been craving something with mitsuri? Sooooo i was wondering if you could do something with mitsuri nezuko and genya? I'm not sure who I want as what, all I know is that I want ler nezuko, so maybe switch genya and mitsuri? But it's up to you 😊

(Ofc Don't worry about trying to get this done as soon as possible. Just take your time I don't mind waiting. And ofcccc no pressure! Feel free to decline this if you would like to)

Sorry for taking so long with this request! I'm so sorry!

Lers: Mitsuri Kanroji, Nezuko Kamado and Genya Shinazugawa

Lees: Mitsuri Kanroji and Genya Shinazugawa

'I'm surprised Genya, you've improved a lot. I'm happy about that', Shinobu smiled and caressed the younger's head, who looked away embarrassed. 'Th-Thank you...'

'Well, in a few hours I'll be able to discharge you, I just need you to take your medicine for the last time', Genya nodded, leaving the office, ready to go to her room, but...

'Genya!', he didn't know who that voice was, he turned around and found Nezuko, true, she could already speak, but... what was she doing here?

'Genya - Kun!', that voice did recognize it, it was Kanroji - San.

Genya wanted to get out of there, but Nezuko took his yukata and haloed him, preventing him from escape

'Nezuko-chan! Ohhh! Hello Genya-Kun! I came to visit Nezuko! I didn't think you'd be here, how were your wounds?' Genya froze, he didn't know what to answer, his face was embarrassed and he ran out of there.

'Hmm? He ignored me again?!', Mitsuri cried and frowned slightly before chasing after him and picking up speed because Genya quickened his pace.

'Oh! W-Wait! Kan-Kanroji-San!'

'First you ignored me in the hot springs and now here?! It's time to show you the consequences of ignoring a hashira', Nezuko followed in Mitsuri's footsteps, even though she was getting distracted by almost everything.

Finally when she arrived she found Genya struggling in Kanroji's grasp, who had taken his wrists and pulled them over his head, leaving the hunter helpless. 'MHMHMHMHMHM!!'

'Come on Genya! Laugh! Hmm? Oh! Nezuko! Come help me! It will be fun!' 'Funny!', Nezuko approached, she was going to do the same as Mitsuri was doing, but the blush on Genya's ears caught her attention, she couldn't help caressing them.

'GAH! NOHOHOHO!!' 'Ohhhh do your ears tickle?! So cute!' Mitsuri sang and gently lowered her fingers to his ribs, pretending to play a piano.

'NOT THAHAHAHAT!!', Genya lowered his head as tears threatened to well up in her eyes.

Nezuko took a good look at Genya, it reminded her of Takeo, and when she saw Mitsuri she saw her sister Hanako. She remembered how much his sister loved to tickle Takeo, and how it was always Nezuko or Tanjiro who stopped her.

'Hehehe! Take this and this! And-! Ehehehehehehe!', Mitsuri let go of Genya when she felt a pair of fingers running around her waist.

'Nehehezuko! It tihihickles!'

'Tickles!', Nezuko repeated, smiling.

Genya got back up in no time, it wasn't like him but, this time he also wanted to try it, he knew that Mitsuri wouldn't do anything to him if they stopped when he asked. Well, he had nothing to lose anyway, so he sat next to Nezuko, squeezing her ribs.

'Kyahahahahaha! Hehehehey! Yohohou twohoho! Heheheheheh! Gehehenyahaha! Nehehezuko!', Mitsuri laughed, she didn't resist, she just let both young people tickle her a bit, in any case, she didn't care

[linabirb]

Twisted Wonderland “Twist-and-Drag” Series #20 ~ Won't this be a Glorious Masquerade, will it (part.1) ?

It took a while to get this one (in three parts) done, but let's say this is still in time for the US release

You can find more under the hashtag #NRC twst-and-drag & the summary post is pinned on my page so feel free to visit, subscribe, screenshot-and-reblog.

Have fun~~

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[the-haunted-office]

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Send in a 🤔 to see a current thought in my muse’s head.

LiveJournal! Ehehehehehehe! These humans are so funny! They don't even know about the Death Note! Ooooooh, I wonder if Night would find out if I made a LiveJournal and dedicated it to shiny rocks. Ooooooh I'm gonna do that. Awh- Whaaaaat! Password protected?! Awaaughgh what a bunch of shit! That's so unfaaaaaaaair! I WANT TO MAKE A LIVEJOURNAL-

[dazzle-writes]

Thank you for the match up! And yes I am part of a system! I was actually kinda surprised to get knives but not dissapointed, he is one of my favs.

Me Luna is the host and I'm usually the one mostly present but I do have 4 others living with me in the headspace!

Sorry if I'm rambling about this but I'd be excited to see how they would react to seeing how knives would react to them

One that pops out most aside from me is Alaric. He's the protector and he comes out when ever there is feeling of fear in any of the others and he's kinda not good at distincting fear and excitement yet and tends to just like pop up, but hes trying. He tends to do what I call drive bys in which he just pops up, looks around to chevk the situation and if it's all good he hops out. He's kinda aloof and quiet and often just stares of to space but if he's around others he talks about pokemon a lot for some reason. He's a nerd.

Our youngest of the group is Tuiki who is somewhere between 12-14 (she has bad memory and so do I lol) she tends to pop up only from triggers such as certain colors or smells. Sweet and fruity smells make her peek in but she hops on only if it's from food. She's a typical kid, a little loud but is good at just quieting down if needed. Also an autisim creature, very much a flappy hand movement princess

Last one is Nicolas (Ironically not a fictive, just a guy) who is the least one to pop on but is the one to hop on if the system is overwhelmed or there is too much going on. Also he hops on from triggers like sh. Swears a lot and kinda aggressive abd wants to fight everyone.

Again sorry for rambling lol. No need to do the hc if you don't have time!

Hop on/pop up is fronting

And peek in is just being present but not fronting!

HEHEHEH BRAIN GO BRRRRR

-I think Knives would be oddly receptive to such a thing! The Plant species uses hivemind to connect with one another, so he tries to equate it to that at first! I think when you tell him that someone is "peeking in" he reaches out to one of his sisters so he can be like "Look my sister Agora is having a Peek :)" and his marks are all glowy and stuff.

-Unfortunately he does think at first that you have a legitimate hivemind with other humans and you have to explain that no honey....we all share one body....

-Then he's like ".......Why." and thinks that you choose to have headmates and you have to explain again that this is from something that happened to you

-This has the opportunity to be either very funny or very heartfelt

-Once you explain things he immediately does all he can to learn about OSDD and systems and will even take brain scans of you all when another fronts/ someone is co-fronting.

-This is also kinda nice bc, you now have physical proof that you do experience this so he helps with any doubts you have too!

-Once he starts to pick up on the little things that happen, he makes very small attempts to bond with the others. he likes Tuiki the most! I think he would like taking Tuiki to see his sisters and getting her snacks and toys and such to spoil her

-Tuiki and Elendira best buds

-Knives is not so fond of Alaric because he cannot get through his thick skull that his appearances do not mean you are scared of Knives, just that you are frightened. He thinks his Big Alpha Plant Status is being challenged and that he cannot make his mate feel safe

-He will just stare him down with a little pout on his face because he's very jealous. He wants to make you feel safe.

-He makes jokes to Wolfwood that he is his "Least Favorite Nicholas" and thinks its the funniest shit ever and Wolfwood is like "I am the only Nicholas you know???" and Knives is just like "Eheheheheheh"

-He gets along really well with your Nicholas bc he thinks it's funny that he's so aggressive but it's all coming from your body. He also appreciates his lack of a filter and will he swear in front of Nicholas and Nicholas alone.

-The Plants all knew like.....right away bc they have those Big Autistic Eyes that miss nothing and whenever you are having a particularly switchy day or dissociating a lot they all like, crowd into Knives and try to help. Its very different because their hivemind is a conscious thing that they can do or not do, so their solution is to just.....turn it off.

-Knives explaining to his sisters that you cannot choose when and how like they do and they're all like that one gif of the guy being shocked and blinking

-its a massive learning curve but he does really well!!

-Once he picks up on yalls signs he starts noticing that Livio does the exact same shit sometimes and he will put you two in a room for like, ten minutes and stare at the both of you before just staring at Livio and going "I'm not paying you double because there's two of you"

-Livio is like????? what????

-Razlo who hasn't really had The Talk TM with Livio yet is absolutely freaking out

-All ends well though! Again Knives just doesn't understand that these topics are sensitive topics that you can't just be like "I believe u r a system bro." before the other person

-He makes plenty of mistakes but he also genuinely wants to learn how to navigate it with you. He also always believes you too! Some others might be like "they r obviously lying" and he just Stares TM and goes "Hmm yes, my mate creates elaborate people to trick me and lie to me with and all these C.T. scans are clearly falsified even though I was there for them all."

-Is your biggest defender about it all :)

IFWBUIWFNFW I HOPE U LIKE i am sorry it is liek half a year later my life......exploded GRV UWBEIOIHWCDN

[suitov]

ngl IKCT really helped in figuring out komaeda's hair for me in art,,, he's just a dandy lion,,, thank you for helping me <3 (ignore the text smdmamkds this was for the sexyman polls)

His hair is so hard to figure out! I've looked at guides and I still can't seem to grasp it. So I'm glad I could be some help!

(Sansmaeda will never not be funny to me, ehehehehehehe. Sure would be weird if someone kinned both Sans and Izuru and got shipped with Nagito either way. That'd be weird.)

[nameification]

3, 5, 10, 19 for the edgy oc ask meme for any ocs of your choice (mix and match as desired) :3

fuck yeahhhh les go (IGOT UR 2ND ASK EHEHEHEHEHEHE LES GOO)

3. What is your OC's fatal flaw? Are they aware of this flaw?

ooooooo I think. I think I'll go with Alazea cause she's got A Lot of emotional baggage. The Commander works for this too hang on

okay so Alazea is like. her first impressions are meant to be "obedient right hand" bordering on lap dog (to The Commander) and she's very typically Angry (which contrasts her assigned virtue of Patience). But like. she's also very emotionally repressed and yes very starved of attention

and at the beginning she is all "This is all for the Greater Good I'm gonna get a Good Grade in Fighting The Space Aliens which is totally normal and possible to achieve." but it moves on more to "I've been so cruel I've pushed away everyone who saw me for who I truly was and responded in kind." and its. sdjkldsdhhd

She always knew she was just that little bit cruel. And she always thinks she came to that epiphany too late.

The Commander, however, is a much more jaded version of this. He's the one who made dealings with the Astrax, he's the one who "pulled the trigger" in Simon's execution, he's the one who sacrificed the world for his fucking girlfriend (and then eventually ascension to godhood) except with time he stopped caring about his girlfriend and became more and more inebriated with the power

And he knows this. He knows he's a piece of shit and there are times where he has his moments of clarity but overall he knows he's fucked it and that it's too late for any reformations.

5. How far is your OC willing to go to get what they want?

ooooooo okay obviously. The Commander. He's willing to sacrifice the whole world for his (ex)girlfriend and his own godhood. But I guess Elisa also counts. She basically irminsul'd all knowledge relating to the Vices with the exceptions of a few people to basically go deserter. The only evidence the Vices existed as a task force is the fact that there is a blank spot in the databases regarding a "Sister Task Force" to the 7✧Virtues Task Force and context clues and slow, purposeful leaks of information had let the people even know that the 7✧Vices once existed

10. What's an AU that would be interesting to explore with your OC?

OKAY honestly I think an au where Elisa went to uni before she got recruited would be funny just cause it would be like "Hi Professor I will not be attending classes for the next three days because I will be going to space can I submit the assignment like. a little bit later." Cause canonically she got swooped in right before she got to go to university and this one is mainly crack cause I just think it'd be funny

BUT ALSO au where Simon's soul didn't atomize in his execution and he still got to "live" but he definitely still would have to come back Wrong. you can't escape from fucking atom bombs no matter how much empress theresa you read

19. How does your OC behave when enraged?

Dehlia (cause she's Wrath) goes like. when she gets mad she gets mad mad and she likes to blow off steam by either going ham on actual Astraxis Formations or a (very well-worn) training dummy

Vienna's rage is very much. gamer rage but when they are fully enraged they literally need to "cool down" by standing in the cold for a few minutes or just soaking in a body of water for an hour. They like just chilling in the water when sobrang inis

The Commander knows he can just spout empty threats at whoever is making him angry and they won't fuck with him any further

hmmmm thas all I can think of right now thank you sososmuch I'll start with ur other ask like. right now

[thatonegayship]

Oh, I fucking ROLLED in this one, straight BATHED in it, holy shit. Once again getting my thoughts together so that I write more than just a 'djhfjhskjfhajkhs' and a bunch of fire emojis.

First of all, let me just say that I absolutely love the way you opened this with that slow, building reveal. I was a bit confused going in, I hadn't expected a whole meal walking into what looked like an extra long ask at first, so it took me a second to realize you were feeding us. Like, oh? They're in a cave? There are feathers involved? Bill is complaining again? I love how you drop us into these scenes without fully explaining the circumstances. Of course, that's not really necessary with the opening note above, but it's still so cool that you don't just open with "They're in the cave because ___." Like, I'm just supposed to accept that they're there, and they're being gay about it. So true, bestie <3 <3 <3

It's always such a treat watching these two interact; they're goddamn adorable the whole time. I love those little nibbles of extra lore you give us a peek at, how Dipper's brought him home little souvenirs like emeralds and harpy feathers and stuff. Can we talk about how cute it is that he goes on these dangerous excursions without his flame-throwing husband, spends a couple days gone, and when he gets back, he's bringing gifts??? Ehehehehehehe <3 He was thinking about him!!!! He wanted to surprise him!!! He got kissed all over for it!!!

**Petition for Dipper to bring home at least ONE limb from every monster he fights so crazy familiar husband can swoon over how ruthless and scary he is**

What is this Flower Incident we speak of? I'm very interested to know more :3 Is it, perhaps, an aphrodisiac? Or perhaps something deadly? Is there a story to this that I'm not remembering??? My curiosity is piqued!!!!

I'm gonna be that bitch, but it's so cool how Bill literally just Knows languages. Idk, like you know in movies how there's always like a scientist or archologist who finds a wall inscribed in a dead language and they just go "ahh, this is the long-forgotten tongue of the Shen-ty tribe, I have studied their culture for decades and so speak a broken rendition of their language." Bill is that guy times a million. I don't think Dipper would ever admit it, but it's super useful having him around for that sort of thing, really helps them out wandering through old, abandoned caves and tombs and such.

Still, I can't help but think it would be really funny if Bill, eternal, infinite, practically-all-knowing Bill, knows nearly every language, except for, like, French or something. Purely because he thinks the French are stupid to deal with, so why bother? So he just doesn't know that language, even though he knows long-dead languages, and languages from across the galaxies, and languages spoken by different species. And I think it would be really funny if they end up needing someone who can speak French, and Dipper ends up being that guy because he took maybe 2-3 years of it back in high school. He's kind of rusty, but he gets the job done.

Bill is just so nonchalant about finding cursed items, huh? Had me shaking my head the whole time because I KNEW what was about to happen. Yeah, sure, it's soooo safe. Just put the cursed object back into the squishy mortal's hands, why don'tcha? That's like saying a landmine isn't dangerous because it's old and moldy. GET A CLUE, BILL!!! DON'T GIVE THE CLUMBSY OOPSIE-DAISY FALLS-FLAT-ON-HIS-OWN-FACE-OFTEN GUY A CURSED TABLET!!!! DON'T!!!

Their subtle affection is soooo sweet. Bill's lil hair-ruffles, and Dipper's "I think I can live with that" fjdhsfjhfdjsjhf. Living. Dying. Collapsing to the floor in a broken mess of tears. I love how Bill just tries stuffing Dipper's brain full of knowledge when he's feeling it, and Dipper's just like "HA! Nice try, jerk. My brain is a sponge and it's soaking up every last drop >:D" Their love language is just challenging each other constantly, and rising to the occasion because they're so well matched and I eheheheheheheeeeeee!!!! Had me kicking my feet a few times, ngl

And then the TRAP!!! Oh my god, the way I gasped through that whole scene. Honestly, I was a bit curious how the curse was going to happen- if maybe Dipper was already cursed, and we just didn't know it. It makes sense that the whole You Break It You Buy It moto would apply here. In this case, Dipper pays a pretty high price. Personally, I don't see 100% truth as a total curse, not unless you're a compulsive liar, but Dipper is of course an acceptation to this rule. Because the second HE tries to lie and truth comes out, Bill goes full panic-mode and starts searching. Sometimes I forget that, while they're a lot more open with each other than before, their relationship still relies heavily on mind games and half-truths and outdoing the other at all times. They aren't used to having open and honest conversations, and they definitely aren't used to telling each other everything. Made me wanna smack Bill over the head when he was finally like "but you don't usually complain." Yeah because he's a big strong man, now kiss him better, idiot.

It's the fact that Dipper said "It hurts," and just immediately braced for Bill to poke fun and mock him for it. Babe, I hope stupid Bill stumbles over himself every time and tilts your head and checks your eyes and pries your arms away gently to examine even the smallest little cut. I hope he kisses you all better, even though he's a massive dingle nut with pee for brains. You deserve the world, baby boy. You deserve it all.

NOT HIM TELLING BILL NOT TO GET UPSET FDHJHEJHWEH LIKE HE REALLY WENT THERE!!!

I feel like an unspoken rule between them has always been "Don't bring up Bill caring about you and having FeelingsTM," but you know what? Fuck that, I'm feeling sentimental tonight and I say Bill was soooo upset for those last fleeting moments, and he would've gone absolutely feral with dread if something ended up being wrong with Dipper. Something IS wrong with him, but it's not life-threatening at least! Not like last time. Last time, which I'm STILL crying over, mind you. It's so nice getting those little crumbs of reference to the whump throughout btw. I immediately knew what he was referring to when he mentioned the scar. As someone who works a lot with visuals and such, I'm like, SO interested in what that looks like. Like I re-read it, of course, and I just keep picturing what a massive scar like that would even come out looking like.

Because I'm thinking- The claws start at Dipper's shoulder, right? Sorry, my imagination gets away from me at times, so it's hard to recall when something was written, and when I've just altered it to suit my tastes. BUT! As far as I can remember, it starts at the shoulder and rips down his torso. THAT! Is a badass fucking scar, if so. I'm talking full four claw-marks just absolutely tearing across that chest in a hella cool jagged pattern. And not to be a whore, but I like to think the tip of one of the claws nicked his upper lip, so he's got the slightest corner-scar going on there 😳 No, but how fucking cool is this scar? At least an 8 out of 10, right? Like this is a badass fucking scar, and it's sexy and cool and makes Bill kinda excited once he gets over wincing at the memories. Hey! That's the price of marrying a badass human! He gets roughed up and sexy-hot with this massive, mysterious scar that just adds to his design. Now all he needs is a couple of magic tattoos and a tongue piercing, and he's Gravity Falls' Number 1 Bad Boy.

Back to the matter at hand; I'm gonna ring Bill's neck <3 Not him saying "Don't kill yourself, I'll have to replace you." BRO SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UUUUUUUP!!!! Okay, I get it, you're a whimsical bastard and you didn't mean it, but it's so hard to root for you sometimes T0T I'm sorry, I love you, may you never be wronged, but good sir, I hope Dipper speaking this level of truth inadvertently shows how freaking bad some of this is for him. The fact that he was literally like "lol yeah, it worried me sick last week that you were going to cheat on me because I'm not good enough for you." DO YOU SEE THE ISSUE WITH SAYING THAT SORT OF THING TO YOUR EXTREMELY SELF-CONSCIOUS AND ANXIOUS HUSBAND, BILL??? DO YOU????

Don't Take It Too Seriously And Immediately Baby Dipper Challenge (Impossible)

I'm sorry, but I must come to his aid. I just want Bill to ask something that he thinks is gonna stroke his ego and ends up setting off a whole landmine truth on himself. Just a full blast to the face of "I'm afraid you'll abandon me" and "I know you love me, but sometimes I wonder" that gets him thinking like, oh, shit, I may have fucked with him a little too hard. Yes. Yes, you have, and now the only way to amend it is by saying something of your own, that is ALSO vulnerable and embarrassing and sincere. After the word-vomit Dipper let out, he's probably balled in a corner out of mortification, thinking Bill's gonna mock him for this, too. How pathetic of him.

"I've done it before" had me SCREAMING by the way. Literally killed me and brought me back to life. Just fucking punched a hole through my skull and swung me over its head like a Neanderthal. I'm banging my chest at it, frfr. Might need to check me into a mental hospital later. What kinds of secrets is he keeping? STILL keeping, I should say, because we know a few of them now. I'm sort of impressed that Bill hasn't used this truth curse to his advantage and tried getting it out of him. Then again, he's not the type to want every little puzzle solved for himself. He likes the slow reveal of those special thoughts. And maybe some things are best left un-said.

Damn it Bill, I'm a little mad at you at the moment, but I am SO glad you jumped at the opportunity to squeeze a lil something outta your husband, it was so satisfying to hear. Yes, he does love you, and you are the most handsome man he has ever met in his life, it literally broke the scale he was rating you on. You are literally perfect for him. Just the most awful and wonderful being he's ever met. Dipper is literally obligated to tell the truth, and he is TRUTHING IT UP!!! Let's give it up for 100% sincerity!!!

And then he hits him with the WHAM!!!

Subjectivity is SUCH a low blow but damn it if Bill doesn't deserve what's coming to him. Of course, someone as snarky and clever as Dipper is gonna find a loophole in all of this, and that probably wasn't the ONLY one! I mean, just because Dipper has to tell the truth doesn't mean he has to tell the truth about whatever's been ASKED of him. Maybe some asks him "Oooh where is the magical key that unlocks the evil king you imprisoned???" and Dipper's just like "The capital of New Jersey is Trenton." Truth curse is easy and dumb, actually. Soooo easy.

That butt-smack made it all better, Bill. I forgive you now.

Lol omg at your last ask because imagine dippers under some truth spell and ends up spilling a bunch of secrets that Bill already knew and had stashed to use for later

This is no longer 'last ask' relevant because I had this partially written in my drafts for like a million years - but a Truth spell on Dipper would be very interesting!

So I took this prompt and didn't really answer it except in some ways.

Here's a thing!

“You never bring me any souvenirs.” Bill complains. In an all-too-whiny tone, and an all-too-close lean into Dipper's personal space.

Plus, it's a blatant lie. One Dipper shouldn't respond to. 

He does anyway. “I literally brought you harpy feathers last week.” 

“Doesn’t count! That was for a ritual you wanted to pull off!” Bill sounds miffed, though he also plants a palm on Dipper’s head and starts ruffling hair. “Now where's the emerald from last March? Or like, the headdress from that cult with all the rabbit bones? The good stuff."

Dipper grunts. He focuses on navigating back out of the cave, turning the clay tablet over in his hands.

Figures Bill would remember all the times he did get something. His memory is excellent. And he’s greedy, because a new toy every time is a big ask. 

What does Bill expect, anyway. Not every situation Dipper gets into has something to bring back. What could he even offer? An ear taken off every monster he has to fight?

Wait, no. Bill would love that.

Dipper makes a face. “You've just proved that it's not ‘never’. With examples." 

"Sure, but when’s the last time it was cool?” 

Dipper sighs. No point in arguing. Bill could go on forever about how 'unfair' it is that he doesn't get trophies from every trip, or trinkets from conquered lands, or, again, ears from every enemy. When he’s decided to complain, no reasonable argument will shake him out of it.

“Too bad, then. You’re only getting some gifts.” Dipper shakes his head rapidly to dislodge Bill’s hand from his hair. "It’s hardly the worst thing that’s ever happened to you."

“Hey! I could argue that it’s related! In fact -”

Dipper tunes out the rest of Bill’s ramble, rolling his eyes. Listening with half an ear to Bill's ongoing tirade about being a poorly kept man, and unappreciated in his time. 

Despite how much he already has, Bill always wants more. Somehow he sniffed out Dipper’s latest excursion, showing up right at the end and looking for ‘loot’.

Which Dipper, by all rights, should prevent. 

 Anything magical falling into Bill's hands can cause chaos, no matter how innocuous it seems. The flower incident alone is reason not to hand Bill anything, ever, and the fact that Dipper still does sometimes should be appreciated, damn it.

Bill's complaining on and on, but whatever. Eventually he'll get bored.

 In the meantime, Dipper turns the clay tablet around again with a frown. He found something interesting, at least.

Whatever this is, it’s definitely not a language he recognizes. The script is strange, scrawled in different directions. For all he knows he’s holding it upside down. He hopes Bill doesn’t notice until he’s figured out - 

"Whatcha got there?" Just as expected - and right on time. 

Dipper feels the tablet yanked out of his grasp, unfazed. He doesn't break his stride.

"I found it in the lair, after... you know." Charred bones, explosions - Dipper wishes he could use, like water, or something, but mastery over even one element is powerful as is. "Anyway, that monster was collecting a lot of weird magic stuff, and this was the only interesting thing it had." He shrugs. Then, because Bill will like it, adds, "So... to the victor go the spoils?"

“Now that’s the spirit!” Bill gives him a grin, holding the tablet up to squint at it. Thankfully not turning it around. One point for Dipper, on not looking incompetent.

Still, if anyone can read it…

“What language is this?” Dipper not-so-subtly leans over, trying to peek around Bill’s arm.

"Old Draconic," Bill says, without missing a beat. Humming to himself as he apparently reads the text. Perking up a bit, smile widening. "Oh, hey! Iambic pentameter."

"What does that mean?"

"Nothing, sapling. I just wish when people did the whole 'ancient poetry curse' thing, they'd get a little more creative. You never see hexameter! Or tetrameter! Not even a tasteful use of spondee.” Bill sticks his tongue out.  "Come to think of it - I don’t think anyone’s done a prose epic that made the reader wanna tear their eyes out since Joyce."

Sometimes with Bill, you have to read between the lines. The long, irrelevant babbling lines.

"Just tell me if I need to get Ford or not." Dipper says, flat. He rubs at the bridge of his nose. 

Among all the other stuff, Bill said ‘curse’. Never, ever a good sign.

Though the monster he just took down wasn’t a dragon, and that wasn’t really a ‘horde’ so much as something resembling the contents of the Mystery Shack, there’s absolutely no good thing about a curse. If Dipper somehow triggered it - 

Great. As if hanging around Bill alone didn’t invite enough bad fortune, he’s picking up parts of his own stupid curiosity.

"Nah, don’t bother with the loser uncle!" Bill waves his concern away, amused. “This is just purple prose! Buncha  ‘oooh, bad things’ll happen if you mess with my stuff.’ Totally boilerplate spellcraft with some flowery wording.” 

With a shrug, Bill dismisses the whole thing. Which includes chucking the tablet over his shoulder, but Dipper manages to snag it before it falls and shatters into a million pieces.

“Typical dragon horde enchantment. All bluster, no burning.” Bill keeps walking without a care in the world. “They’re full of hot air!”

“So I’m not cursed,” Dipper prompts, catching up to him. “Aside from you, I mean.”

“Flatterer,” Bill says, slightly warmer. He continues, shrugging. “No reason you would be! No dragons in the area, and the warning sign there’s too old. By my guess, the original horde was raided centuries ago! Just another piece of random crap that got dragged into that junkyard." And he ruffles Dipper’s hair again, in the second-most annoying way. "You’re stuck with me, though.”

Dipper ducks and twists, thus freeing himself from the minor torment. “I think I can live with that.”

One would think that chatting with a demon - one as cryptic and ominous and aggravating as Bill - would only cause irritation, at best. 

It still does, of course. But when it comes to Dipper, Bill… sometimes lays things out straight. On occasion. Especially when he’s instructing, doubly when it comes to magic. Like he’s trying to pour all the facts he can into Dipper’s brain, overfilling the cup.

If his goal is to overload this one mortal mind, though, he'll have to work a lot harder. 

Dipper gets out his notebook, while Bill looks away, and pretends he didn’t see it. Yet another poorly-veiled lesson, with Bill obviously trying to plant seeds re: actually casting curses. Tough luck managing that. His subtle lean towards chaos might escape the unwary, but to Dipper? Bill’s way too transparent.

The fact is, that Dipper absorbs things fast. Even Bill will admit it, sometimes without being prompted. 

That Includes stuff Bill doesn't even know he's teaching.

Bill’s also rambling on about historical curses, and how often these things backfire, or misfire. It’d almost sound like a series of unconnected, gossipy anecdotes, if it weren’t for the extra technical details. 

And Dipper’s not falling for it. As far as he's concerned, his first curse was his last one.

But then…

Even if he’s not going to use the knowledge, there's no reason not to learn it. Knowledge about making curses can also be used to break them, after all. Taking all the facts Bill smacked a ‘For Evil Purposes Only’ sticker on and using them to shatter an evil plan would be very satisfying.

They’re nearly out of the cave at this point, so Dipper figures it’s fine to let his guard down a bit. The monster's dead, all the traps were cleared out on the way in - everything should be fine.

He clicks his pen a couple times, and asks Bill to repeat that last thing, about the life drain. It gets a snort of amusement, but Bill’s more than happy to elaborate at length. Dipper struggles to keep up with Bill’s rapid-fire speech; he's trying to make this intentionally difficult, damn it.

Bill leads on with careless gestures and an uninterrupted stride. Getting ahead of Dipper by several meters, but Dipper’s got to note down what he says before he has to do something awful, like ask Bill to repeat himself.

Dipper is, in fact, so busy trying to write in shorthand, and walk, and not hit a stalactite with his face, all at the same time, that he sort of loses track of where he is.

And okay, maybe he trips over a rock slightly, and nearly faceplants, bonking against the sudden curve of a wall with a swear.

Dipper takes a step back, rubbing at his forehead. Annoying, but, whatever. There were a few traps around, but he pretty much cleared out the cave on the way in, so it’s probably - oh, hell.

Not fine, he dropped the stupid tablet.

Great. The only really interesting object, shattered into half a dozen pieces. So much from saving it from Bill; Dipper himself fumbled the bag.

He backs up to evaluate the damage -

The stone sinks under his foot, and something goes ‘click’.

With a start, Dipper raises a shield without thinking, arm jerking up as he wills his magic into the gesture. It's solid enough for something done on reflex, but an impact hits hard on his side, with sudden, stinging pain. 

And a pretty hard impact, at that. He didn’t get it solid enough, damn it, wasn’t expecting something physical -  

Dipper wheezes out a breath, slumping to the ground and clutching his stomach. 

Alright. So. He got most of the traps. 

He sits down, and lets his head thump back against the stone, teeth bared in a grimace. Stupid. Should have been paying attention. 

The commotion makes Bill turn his head, blinking at Dipper sitting on the ground. 

Then -  because he’s an asshole - he starts laughing. 

“I know I’m fascinating, sapling, but really?” He tuts, setting fists on his hips. “Not sure if I should be flattered that you’re obsessed with me, or disappointed that you’re dumb enough to walk right into a wall.”

Dipper sucks in a breath, gingerly touching his side. Doesn’t seem like - he glances down. Sure, it stings, and his shirt’s torn, a long, shallow cut on his stomach, just near the old scar. But that’s about it. Over to his side, an arrow rolls against the ground, stone head clicking against the ground.

Over by the cave mouth, Bill’s cackling. God, he’s a jerk sometimes. 

But he must not have seen the trap set off, too wrapped up in his own stupid bullshit, or he’d be less of one. Dipper knows that for a fact. Though he’d really, really prefer he’d never had that experience. 

“C’mon, kid. If you’re not even more brain damaged from your bump, let’s ditch this joint.” Bill jerks his head over his shoulder. 

Dipper hugs himself around the torso, grimacing. Not bothering to respond. His heart is still pounding, or he’d have a retort ready. Adrenaline’s helped him out in a lot of situations, but not with talking. He’ll get up when he’s ready.

“What, you smash your skull open or something?” Bill raises one arch eyebrow. 

Though Dipper knows why Bill’s like this, it’s still deeply annoying. He shakes his head in lieu of a reply. In a second, he’ll be calm enough to tell Bill exactly what he thinks of his incredibly poor bedside - and cave-side - manner. 

“Figures. Can’t leave you alone for five minutes without your guts spilling everywhere.” Bill clicks his tongue, folding his arms and stepping forward. “What’s the damage?”

“It hurts.” Dipper says, through gritted teeth. Then pauses. Wait, he meant to say - He shakes his head rapidly, only for more words to force themselves out, unbidden. “I got cut again.”

Again, not what he intended. Dipper lowers his chin, teeth clenched. What the hell, he shouldn’t have said that. Bill’s mocking aside, maybe he did hit his head a little too hard. Once Bill gets the mockery out of his system, he’s going to be a total pest about it, too.

With a huff, Dipper slumps. Settling in for a sulk, waiting for the next jab - But there’s no insult forthcoming. Or argument. 

In fact, Bill’s gone totally silent. Which is super weird. 

Dipper looks up at the cave entrance, expecting a comment or a question, or at least a huge grin. He tenses up, hunching over.

And meets a frozen, unsmiling face. 

Bill dropped his arms, they hang limp by his sides. His expression’s gone blank.

The next moment, he’s right in front of Dipper, kneeling and tugging at his arms with alarming urgency. 

“Alright, lemme see.” Bill’s face is very close. Though he’s trying to pull his arms away, Dipper resists out of sheer surprise. Bill growls, eye darting around until it lands on the arrow. “Oh for - Really can’t leave you alone for five minutes. Move.” 

Another pull, less hard this time. Like he’s trying to ease Dipper’s arms away.

“Wh- Hey!” Dipper plants a foot against Bill’s chest, but that hardly stops anything. He raises his arms. Holding them up, in fact, like he’s at gunpoint. Where’d this come from. “Don’t get upset, I’m fine.”

“Ha! Good one, sapling. Who’s upset, exactly?” Bill says, teeth bared, and in a deeply upset way. He tugs Dipper’s shirt, up, fingers tracing the cut before pressing into his stomach. “I’m just wondering if I need a replacement mortal this soon into your miserable existence. No big deal!”

Okay, this is too much. 

Dipper struggles up, despite Bill trying to shove him down again. Bracing himself on the cave wall, and glaring. “Calm down already.”

“I’m perfectly calm.” Bill says, through gritted teeth. At best he looks miffed, but he’s at least stopped trying to make Dipper lie down in the recovery position or whatever. With a glare, he tugs up Dipper’s shirt, prodding at the shallow cut. “What the hell, kid. I thought you said it hurt!”

“Ow.” Dipper’s stomach jumps at another poke. He smacks Bill’s hand away. “It does, alright? Quit poking.”

Bill doesn’t seem impressed. His fingers trail over the larger, older scar on Dipper’s left side, then glares at Dipper’s stomach like it’s insulted him. A beat, then - “You don’t usually complain.”

“I-” Okay, true. Dipper glares anyway. “Shut up.” 

He doesn’t complain because it’s the only option. For all that Bill whines and teases and taunts Dipper, all the time, about being some ‘fragile mortal meatsack’, already rotting before his eyes, he really doesn’t like it when it’s brought forcefully to his attention. 

God, he shouldn't have said anything. Ninety-five percent of the time, there isn’t any harm to mention. But when Dipper does ends up showing he is kind of… mortal, and it’s small, he just. Doesn’t bring it up. For all that they bicker all the time, he doesn’t like to make Bill upset.

Bill grunts, mouth turned down at the corners. He stands up quickly, folding his arms. His lip curls up in a sneer. “If you wanted attention, kid, there are way better ways to-”

Oh, fuck that. Dipper flips him off, and starts storming off. 

God, this is stupid. Whenever Dipper ever breaks a bone or something, he gets teased about being so weak and vulnerable. Which he is, but neither of them like the reminder. 

These days, it also comes with some weirdly maybe-sincere ‘kiss it better’ thing that Dipper then has to disinfect. A lot of hovering, and rambling commentary. Sometimes creative descriptions of how much worse it could have been, and Dipper never needed those, at any time. Bill gets oddly fixated on such random little moments, and it’s just -

Dipper doesn’t like it, is all. Bill gets the way he gets, it’s a lot, and it’s easier just to avoid it. If he were a different guy - a human guy, or even mostly-human monster- Dipper might try to talk to him about it.

But Bill’s a demon. Not normal, barely sane even on his best days, and worse, he’s Bill, so. That conversation would go precisely nowhere.

Behind him, he hears said demon approaching, fast. Stupid jerk. He should be as tall as his real form. That’d be fair. More accurate, too, and then Dipper could properly stomp off without Bill catching up so easily.

Already the bastard is by Dipper’s side. A tall, irritating presence. Hovering close without grabbing on, which adds to said irritation. 

Dipper leans away, but Bill catches him around the waist and drags him in.

“Don’t get so grumpy, sapling, you’re fine! A little nick in the outer layer rarely killed anyone since they invented antibiotics.” Though he pinches Dipper’s cheek, he yanks his head away with a grunt. Bill sighs. “Everything’s a-okay here! Looks like I don't have to find a replacement just yet.”

Bill’s an idiot. Dipper scoffs, though an unpleasant feeling crawls in his gut. “Oh yeah? Who would you replace me with?”

“Eh, not like I got anyone specific in mind.” Bill waves that off, nonchalant. “But I have options! Lots of options.” He bumps a hip against Dipper. “Keep that in mind before you go charging off into obvious traps.”

This goddamn liar. Dipper  elbows him in the side, because the asshole deserves it. 

Not that Dipper’s worried, or anything. From what little he’s heard of Bill’s exes in the demonic rumor mill - Bill’s been, as they say, less than successful. Already Dipper’s outstripped his longest by years.. Bill can lie day in and day out about his options, put on a brave face - but they both know he’s not going to find this again. Not easily. 

“Good luck finding another husband, asshole.” Dipper says with appropriate derision. It’s annoying that Bill even brought it up. There’s a good riposte in there, somewhere - but while his brain is coming up with an insult, his mouth runs on automatic. “But I was really worried that you would last week. I couldn’t stop thinking about it all day until you sent a dick pic. It was weirdly comforting.”

Bill turns toward him with genuine surprise. He even blinks a few times, no retort emerging, and Dipper looks back at him with equal surprise. 

Until his mind catches up with what he just said. 

Dipper digs his heels in the ground, slamming to a halt. Clapping both hands to his mouth, eyes wide.

Beside him Bill nearly trips at the sudden stop, flailing for balance with a swear.

Shit, shit shit. Dipper really didn’t mean to say that. He knows Bill’s not looking around, that he’s not interested. Cynically, that he couldn’t manage it if he was. Last week was just a one-off anxiety, like all the others Dipper’s brain comes up with when it gets too much free time. Totally irrational, and really hard to stop fixating on.

Bill keeps staring. Not angry, just confused, for long enough that Dipper wants to shrink into the ground and melt into nothingness. 

Then he asks, “What the hell, Pine Tree?” 

“I don’t know! I don’t know why I thought that. I don’t know why I said that.” Dipper cringes into himself, grimacing and ducking his head. He runs a hand over his slightly sweaty face. “I didn't even want you to know I got hurt.” 

At that, Bill snorts. “Oh, please. I’d have seen that first time I got your shirt off. You can’t keep secrets from me!” 

Dipper folds his arms, internally seething - and his stupid mouth moves to say,  “I’ve done it before.” 

This time, the silence is tense.

Dipper wipes his sweating forehead again, not daring to meet Bill’s eye. God he shouldn't have -

Before he can think, he blurts out, “I think something’s wrong.” 

“Probably!” Bill agrees, with a smile just a little too sharp. He takes Dipper’s face in both hands, eye narrowed. “Hold still a sec.”

As Bill’s eye flickers blue, and the magic between them surges -  Dipper squirms a bit, but. Well. If anything’s wrong with him - magically, anyway - Bill’s the best one to diagnose it..

Bill tilts his head to one side, then the other. After a moment, his mouth twists up into something unpleasant, eye glowing slightly brighter for an instant.

Then he sighs, and lets Dipper go. His expression is neutral, except for the slightest downturn of his mouth. His lips part like he’s about to speak, then twist up into a grimace.

Uh oh.

Whatever Bill saw, he didn’t like it.

“What?” Dipper pats his head, then his chest. If there was something weird, magically about him, he - wouldn’t be able to tell, actually. He’s too close to get a good look. Oh god, what if he did hit his head too hard, and something in his brain is bleeding, or worse. “Wait. Am I dying?”

“Worse! You’re telling the truth.” Bill claps his hands together. Though he’s smiling again, it’s brittle and annoyed. “Don’t suppose you know any curse breakers that aren’t your great-uncle?”

“Not really,” Dipper admits. Bill's words catch up to him, and he bites his lip. Then, because the situation deserves it, “Fuck.”

Protection curse. The tablet.

Damn it.

A part of a horde, from a long time ago. Messed with. It should have been something less awful. Like warts, or sprouting plants from his skin, or a big fireball. Pretty much anything else would be less awful.

Truth curses are rare, they’re difficult as hell - but judging by the words spilling out of Dipper, he’s caught a pretty strong variant.

Of all the curses that could hit him. Why this one.

Hell, maybe it’s intended to be the worst curse possible for the ‘thief’. That would explain how targeted this feels. 

And knowing Dipper’s luck, that part was explained on, like, the back of the tablet.

“Welp! Good thing I’m not short on contacts, kid.” Bill grapes his shoulder, shaking him a bit, before he trails an arm over Dipper’s shoulders. “Who wants some fumbling idiot uncle to fix this kinda spell, anyway?”

Dipper would! If it was feasible. He makes a brief attempt at shrugging Bill’s arm up before letting his shoulders slump.

The idea of Ford hearing about this is….

Dipper sucks in a breath through his teeth.

Ford really would have a way around this. He'd certainly have the best intentions, Dipper’s certain. He'd...

Also not have the best sense of boundaries.

Though he'd be doing it for the right reasons, he'd ask the wrong questions. Out of concern, and arguably valid worry; he's never fully believed that Bill can't influence him. Despite how many times Dipper’s tried to explain it to him, Ford just can’t wrap his mind around certain truths.

With this curse, though. Between poor social sense, the Pines curiosity, and what Dipper might blurt out, while compelled to answer - 

On this, Dipper agrees with Bill. They’ll have to find something else to break this.

In the meantime, he’ll manage, like he has all the other times his life has sucked. Hardly the worst case scenario. If Bill had been cursed - someone who lies like he breathes -  Who knows? Give it a few days, and he might just explode from all the backed up bullshit.

“Wait.” A horrible thought strikes. Dipper reels on his husband, eyes wide. “Are you okay?”

“What, me? I’m a perfectly moral human man,” Bill says, resting a hand on his chest, lifting his chin with pride. “A boring sentient mammal who’s never found curses entertaining.” 

Yep, Bill’s fine. As always, it’s Dipper who gets the short end of the stick. 

He breathes in slowly, and lets it out. 

Yeah. Still sucks. He’ll deal. Cursed, but not dead. In danger, but not the worst - and his husband’s being annoying, which means he’s perfectly fine. There’s a solution too - it’s just going to be a huge, annoying process getting to it. 

“So,” Bill says, slowly. Drawing the word out in a long string, while he finger-walks his arm up around Dipper’s shoulder.

Uh oh.

Speaking of annoying…

“Watch it,” Dipper hunches his shoulders, not daring to look his idiot husband in the eye. “You’re this close to sleeping on the couch for a month.” Not a big enough threat, Bill’s still thinking- “Or for a year.”

“Oh, sure,” Bill says, in a distracted tone. His fingers pause on their walk, one ‘leg’ poised on Dipper’s clavicle. They hold the position for a long moment, tapping out a little marching step - and seconds later, his palm slaps down on Dipper’s shoulder. “So, Pine Tree! How do you feel about this ‘Bill Cipher’ guy?”

Though Dipper resists, and he really tries to, the words slip out past his teeth, his lips form the sounds -

“I love you.” God. Damnit. He clenches his fists, as Bill’s sheer smugness radiates from him like heat. “And I’m thinking about shoving you off a cliff right now.”

When Bill paused, Dipper thought he might have fended this off. Wishful thinking, really, Bill’s almost impossible to stop. Dipper used what leverage he had, but all he’s managed to avoid are the worst, most invasive questions.

When it comes to Bill, that’s pretty close to a win.

Not that it’s going to feel like one.

Bill has, in fact, been encouraged. Now that he’s heard something he likes, he leans in like a weird creep. Dipper can practically hear the leer in his voice. “And on a scale of one to ten, how handsome am I?

“Ten point five,” Dipper needs to loosen his jaw or he might break a filling. Being pumped for information is bad enough without pumping up Bill’s already ridiculous ego. “You bastard.” 

Bill’s chest puffs out, there’s a strut in his stride. The grin is so wide now Dipper’s pretty sure it should hurt- and if he dares to pucker up, he’s not getting lips on his awful face.  “And am I the most clever and sexually amazing guy in the universe or what?

This time, Dipper snorts. 

“Definitely not.” He ignores the sharp, indignant sound next to him, tilting his head in thought. “For one, there’s succubi and incubi, so. Sexually, you’re not even on top amongst demons.” He glances over at the offended ‘o’ of Bill’s mouth. “And I know you’re not the most clever, because I win our debates nearly half the time. Maybe you’re up there, but not the most. And that’s just the surface level stuff.”

Dipper doesn’t have a complete cosmological view of the multiverse, but he has learned a lot. Mostly stuff he picked up from his husband, and demonic gossip. It’s absolutely enough to go on a long, long ramble about how Bill most likely doesn’t rank number one in anything. If Dipper avoids the topics where he actually is.

He’s barely fifteen seconds in before Bill starts scowling, with a grumpy hunch to his shoulders - But screw him. 

Dipper starts smiling, just a bit. Then, to be a dick, he adds, 

“The ten and a half is just me, anyway. To the average human, you’re maybe an eight..” Dipper continues, over another spluttered protest. Again, true; not everyone likes the slightly inhuman maniac cyclops look. “Six with your personality.” 

Bill groans. “Ugh, you pedant.” He squeezes Dipper’s shoulder, jostling him slightly. “C’mon, you know what I meant! What’s the real - “

“Don’t ask questions if you can’t handle the answers,” Dipper warns, jabbing Bill in the chest. So far it hasn’t been too much, but it could be. Time to draw a line. “I will suck so much fun out of this for you.” 

Bill Cipher, unintentional teacher once more. Now Dipper knows the curse isn’t about perfect truth. When he can deliberately misinterpret a question’s intent, and can go on tangents  - that means he has loopholes. There might even be more, if he tries.

And if they can’t get this settled soon, he’ll need every one of those he can find.

“Clever brat.” Bill’s frowning, but he can’t disguise the amusement in his voice. His eyebrows wiggle, his arm hauling him close -  "Go ahead, then. Anything else you wanna share?"

"I know two and half ways to kill you, Bill Cipher." Dipper gets right up in his face. He won’t let Bill push this any further. "Don't tempt me to use them."

Being face to face like this, Dipper watches Bill’s eye go wide - ha, didn’t expect that, did he. With that threat, he’ll - 

Start cackling. And weirdly, turn a little pink. Dipper feels all the momentum he had whoosh out of him like sad balloon animal. 

“Boy, you are a saucy one!” Bill whistles, low. He places his hands demurely on his cheeks, fluttering his eye at Dipper with amusement. “Oh, yeah. Talk deadly to me.”

By this time, Dipper figures he should be used to stumbling into demonic flirtation. Only it turns out it’s basically fractal in nature, and he keeps running into new and newer edge cases.

“Fun as this is - we gotta get you cleared up, and no time like the present!” Bill’s calmed down enough to scoop an arm around his waist, leading Dipper onward. “Can’t have you babbling everything to everyone, y’know?”

“What, you don’t want me telling you everything?” Total bullshit. Dipper elbows him in the side. “I thought you wanted to get in my head.”

“Hey! I didn’t ask for our game to be set on ‘beginner’ mode. That’s boring.” Bill flicks his fingers - but he’s got his ‘evading questions’ look on. “You’re lucky I’m so- oof.”

Another elbow, harder this time. Bill grunts, but capitulates. Rubbing at his eye briefly, he sighs.

“So! How many of my secrets would you say you know, Pine Tree?” Bill tightens his grip on Dipper’s waist, tugging him closer. “And I’m talking about the ones that I wouldn’t enjoy getting out in the world.”

“More than I can count.” Dipper says without thinking. Then, with thinking -  “Oh.”

Dipper hadn’t considered how much Bill’s taught him, before this exact moment. How much he’s learned. Even unintentionally. Especially unintentionally. 

Crap, even his threat before was kind of - 

Shit. There’s definitely, absolutely, no way can they go to Ford about this. Total recipe for disaster.

“See? We both got liabilities in play here.” Bill moves easily as Dipper picks up the pace. If anything he’s amused, and not feeling nearly as urgent. Another reason he’s an idiot. “All we gotta do is get you patched up quick, and no more loose lips sinking ships! Easy-peasy.”

“It better be,” Dipper mutters. Nothing ever goes right for him. And by extension, them.

“Trust me, kid! I got this handled!” Bill snaps his fingers - and smacks Dipper’s butt with a wink. “I know some guys!”

[walpurga-nacht-academy]

ELIKSIA DORM - BIRTHDAY VENUE

SCENE I

PUPPET: [Upon this blessed day, we bring to you an offering that seeks to satisfy your whims. On behalf of us, servants, we present to you the one which the fates considered worthy: THE GREAT GRIM.]

AGATHA: Great... Grim... Ehehehehehehehehehe...

GRIM: Don't laugh!! What's even so funny about it?!

AGATHA: The... dumb... cat... says... a... lot... of... stupid... things... so... it's... really... funny...

I'm... glad... that... they... sent... you... here... of... all... people... I've... been... needing... cat... hair... for... my... experiments...

GRIM: E-EXPERIMENTS?! NO WAY!! I'M NOT LETTING YOU USE ME FOR ANY SORT OF-

GYAAAAAH!

AGATHA: Ehehehehehe... you're... so... loud... even... though... I... only... took... a... little... tuff... Scaredy... cats... like... you... are... fun... to... play... with...

GRIM: GRRRRRRRR!! YOU-!!!

AGATHA: Well... then... let's... get... started...

What... did... you... bring... me... as... a... gift... huh... ?

GRIM: BOSSY!! You're just gonna ask for it outright?! Is that all that you wanted from me when you called me over?!

AGATHA: That... was... the... puppet... so... don't... put... that... on... me... If... I... could... I... would... have... spent... the... day... only... with... Big... Sis... and... Big... Bro... but... since... you're... here... you... have... to... entertain... me...

GRIM: Listen, human-

AGATHA: I'm... not... human... though...

GRIM: H-Huh?! You're not... Then, just what are you?

AGATHA: ........... Doesn't... matter... so... just... get... on... with... the... present... I'm... curious... to... see... what... a... cat... gets... people... for... their... birthdays... ehehehehehehe...

GRIM: Hmph! Well, just so ya know, I've put a lot of thought in this so you better be prepared to be amazed by my genius! Ta-Da!

AGATHA: It's... a... tuna... can...

GRIM: WHY ARE SO SOUNDING SO UNIMPRESSED?!

AGATHA: Not... to... mention... that... it's... empty... too... All... the... tuna... inside... it... is... gone... Just... some... small... morsels... are... there... It's... basically... just... trash...

GRIM: DON'T CALL IT TRASH!! AND IT'S ONLY EMPTY BECAUSE I GOT HUNGRY ON THE WAY HERE!! IT'S WAS FULL WHEN I LEFT RAMSHACKLE THIS MORNING!!

AGATHA: Geh...

GRIM: YOU THREW IT AWAY??

AGATHA: I... already... have... shiny... tuna... cans... in... my... room... so... I... don't... need... more... And... I... hate... tuna... to...

GRIM: Then why do you keep the cans?!

AGATHA: ............ I... like... human... objects... They... always... wash... up... at... bottom... of... the... ocean... which... makes... it... fun... to... collect... them... all... But... humans... always... get... angry... when... I... take... them... and... say... that... I... am... stealing... them... But... what... do... corpses... need... with... human... objects... anyway... Not... even... the... ghosts... care...

GRIM: He-Hey! Wait a second! What do you mean by corpses...

AGATHA: Shouldn't... you... worry... more... about... yourself...

GRIM: Huh?! What do you mean by that?! And why does your expression seem 40% more evil?? Sta-Stay away!! I'll burn ya if you come any closer!!

AGATHA: Coming... to... a... party... with... no... present... is... really... rude... you... know... ? It's... supposed... to... be... my... perfect... day... but... still... have... to... meet... with... people... I... don't... like... It's... really... the... worst...

GRIM: And what is coming closer to me going to accomplish?!

AGATHA: You... need... to... give... me... a... present... since... it's... my... birthday... But... since... you... brought... in... only... some... trash... I... will... settle... for... something... that... I... would... like... instead...

GRIM: Huh?! And what's that?! Don't tell me you're going to cook me?! O-Or use me as one of your experiments?!

AGATHA: EHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!

GRIM: STOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP!

SCENE II

GRIM: HEEEEEEEEEEEELP!!

AGATHA: Stop... struggling... already... and... be... a... good... cat... You're... going... to... rip... my... birthday... uniform... if... you... keep... moving... around... so... much...

GRIM: THEN STOP SQUEEZING ME ALREADY AND LET GO!! This is getting uncomfortable for me too and I can't move around at all! Also!! You're very cold!!

AGATHA: The... ocean... tends... to... be... very... cold... sometimes... so... my... species... develops... thick... skin... to... deal... with... it... Just... like... you... have... cute... fluffy... fur...

GRIM: Hey!! Don't start petting me all of a sudden!!

AGATHA: Why.... not... ? The... shrimp... from... Night... Raven... always... gets... to... cuddle... you... and... pet... you... It's... not... fair... Animals... tend... to... get... scared... of... me... so... this... is... the... first... time... I... got... to... hold... a... cat... since... coming... to... land... Your... fur... is... really... nice... and... soft... and... it... helps... me... relax... to... hold... you... like... this...

It's... my... birthday... so... I... should... be... allowed... to... do... what... I... want...

GRIM: Gyah!! That is seriously not ok!! I'm not a cat!! And you're way too forceful with these squeezes and it feels like my insides are gonna be coming up!! Ugh, I can already taste the tuna...

AGATHA: Ehehehehehehehehe...

PUPPET: [Shall I proceed with the game?]

GRIM: Game?? What game?!

PUPPET: [All guests are required to play a game with the girl that is being celebrated as per instructions. You have been informed of this when you were recruited for the position.]

GRIM: Huh?! I don't remember that, yanno!!

PUPPET: [I shall now proceed to ask a question that Agatha Voisin will answer and which THE GREAT GRIM will be tasked to interpret.]

GRIM: HEY!! DON'T IGNORE ME!!

PUPPET: [A plain white coffee mug of your own design sits ready for the kiln and is staring at you in blank anticipation. You have chosen to use a blue glaze to paint it and now you must decide on the pattern. Which pattern do you paint in blue on the mug?]

GRIM: Geh! What sort of weird question is this?!

AGATHA: It... should... be... a... cute... polka... dot... pattern... of... course...

GRIM: POLKA DOT?! That's something else for a mug... And I didn't think you'd be the kind to like cute things...

AGATHA: Everybody... likes... cute... things... That's... why humans... get... so... attached... to... them... If... something... is... cute... they... won't... throw... it... away... any... time... soon... and... cute... humans... get... a... lot... of... attention... and... nobody... treats... them... badly...

GRIM: Eh?! You got all that from a polka dot pattern?!

AGATHA: ....... Ehehehehehe... I... bet... that... you... picked... something... dumb... didn't... you...

GRIM: HUH?! DUMB?!

Obviously, if you're going to paint something, it should be with the Great Grim's face on it!

AGATHA: EHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! Just... like... I... thought...

GRIM: HEY!! EASE UP ON THE PETTING!!

SCENE III

PUPPET: [Please proceed to the last part of the interview.]

GRIM: HUH?! There's more?!

Eh, it's a piece of paper with a question on it...

"If you could not have chosen your current dorm, which would have been your second option?"

AGATHA: Ehehehehehehe... Being... anywhere... but... in... Eliksia... I... can't... imagine... that... This... is... the... dorm... that's... most... suited... for... me... no... matter... how... you... think... about... it...

GRIM: Ugh, I can tell... There's so many strange potions and elixirs all around that it's making me nervous... I can't feel comfortable in this sort of place at all...

AGATHA: Is... that... so... but... when... the... cauldrons... are... lit... up... it's... really... pretty... you... know... ? Of... course... some... might... explode... but... that's... nice... too...

GRIM: He-Hearing talk about it is sending shivers down my spine!! I can't stand it!!

AGATHA: Ehehehehehhe....

But... if... I... had... to... pick... another... dorm... it... would... have... to... be... Grimmaire...

GRIM: Huh?! Seriously... Wait, which one was that again? The one with the books... right?

AGATHA: That's... right... The... library... of... Grimmaire... is... one... of... the... largest... school... libraries... in... the... world... and... they... constantly... get... rare... editions... of... books... since... they... have... an... internship... deal... with... the.. Ministry... too...

Whatever... lost... books... there... are... there... should... be... a... copy... in... Grimmaire... as... well... But... you're... not... allowed... to... consult... them... without... special... permission... from... the... Headmistress... and... the... Prefect...

GRIM: Books... ugh, that must mean a lot of reading...

AGATHA: It's... not... for... dumb... chowders... at... all... ehehehehehehe...

But... I... would... like... to... study... there... since... I... bet... I... could... learn... more... about... the... human... world... that... way... There's... a... lot... of... stuf... that... I... would... like... to... visit... but... since... my... body... is... like... this...

GRIM: ........ GYAH! DON'T JUST HUG ME LIKE THIS!!

AGATHA: Ehehehehehehehe... I... hope... that... one... day... I... get... to... show... Big... Sis... and... Big... Bro... how... much... I've... learned...

Then... we... could... all.. go... on... a... trip... together... eheheheheheh...

[*]

PUPPET: [Congratulations. The interview portion has been completed. Please proceed to the last event of the celebrations. A bottle has already been prepared for you.]

GRIM: Finally!! Hm? That's a bottle of something fizzy... Just my luck!! I've been so thirsty after everything!!

AGATHA: That's... not... for... you... not... drink... just... yet... First... you... have... to... shake... it...

GRIM: Shake it? Like this... Hm...

[champagne pops]

GYA! THE TOP POPPED OFF! It's spilling all over! Let me... IT'S SO BITTER!

AGATHA: Ehehehehehe... it's... champagne... after... all... I... like... the... bitterness... myself...

GRIM: Ugh! You're just getting weirder and weirder!! Never mind! Since this is over I'm gonna take off with the cake! Gyahahahaha!

AGATHA: Ehehehehehehe... He... really... is... just... a... dumb... cat...

[m34gs]

For the character ask: Santa from Zero Escape 999 with 🏳️‍🌈 🧡 📖 🛌

Hi friend! Super excited to answer this ask, about MY SON Santa :D (based on this ask game)

Let's dive in! Under the cut so I don't spoil the games for anyone else who is playing :)

🏳️‍🌈- Orientation headcanon

To me, Santa is either bi or pan. Honestly, that's my thoughts on him. I think either one works with him, but I'm not opposed to reading him with different orientations in fanfics...which I am not reading yet because I still have two endings to get in 999 and I wanna finish the games without having important events/facts spoiled by fanfics. But once I'm done the games... :D

🧡- Everyone I ship with this character

Ehehehehe. EHEHEHEHEHEHE.

Alright, I really have two ships for Santa; as of right now. Keep in mind, I still have two endings to do and then two more games, and most of my ships are not set in stone....Anyway, here we go:

Santa x Junpei: you know, there are many reasons. I mean, the main one is that I believe Santa is attracted to dumbasses and Junpei is definitely a dumbass. But also. The other main reason this became a ship in my mind:

Junpei: "we have to see how deep it goes"

Santa: "I can work with that."

I will never forget that line. I will quote it on my fucking deathbed because asdjf;ahdgdaslfj

Ahem. On to the next ship:

Santa x Snake: Now, I'll be honest, I haven't had a whole lot of interactions between them in the game...but that doesn't matter. What does matter is that this ship popped into my head as if it was the most natural thing in the world. I don't know, maybe it's because Snake has a bit of a posh attitude (even though it's clear he cares about others) and Santa is rough-and-tumble, and I think it would be a very fun dynamic. Either way, I like this ship as much as I like the above one I listed.

And that's it for shipping. :)

📖- AU I’d like to see them in

ANY AU WHERE HE DOESN'T DIE AND/OR SUFFER.

Ok, but seriously. He deserves happiness. And you know what? He deserves a coffee-shop au. So. Coffee-shop AU where Santa is a disgruntled employee who grumbles about his job but won't leave it because his sister, June, is the owner of the little coffee-shop and she needs employees, and also there's a really cute customer that keeps coming in daily, like clockwork. :)

🛌- Sleep headcanon

I headcannon that Santa tends to run on the warmer side, like a furnace. Also because I love irony, and I find that his code name 'Santa' being associated with the North Pole, it would be funny to assume he is actually really warm all the time. So he always tosses all the covers off of him and sleeps sprawled out on the bed. Then he gets a partner, and suddenly it's like...he's trapped because they are cuddling him for warmth and oh no it's too warm, he needs to escape, except he can't. All his struggling just somehow pushes the two of them closer together. He grumbles about it a lot, but in the end he sleeps just fine.

Hope you enjoyed these headcannons and AU! Feel free to ask more if you like.

[ohboy]

Yee, the tower is a fuckin A+ card, prob my fave too. Currently its the final pam which i drew the card for sometime last year. Just finished drawing lemon demon for the hierophant (mainly bc i found the visual funny). I'm running outta fandoms quick.... i don't got enough interests

heh. eheheheheheh i don't have that many interests either! so it's funny cause like. no interests head blank..... i hope you can find a cool interest and stick it on there..........

[creative-kny-fics]

Warning: This fanfic contains tickles. Also remind them that I don't speak English, so if they find any errors, let me know to correct it. I hope you like it!

Summary: Well, 2 requests were almost similar. So I'll start with lee!yorichi and ler!michikatsu

Lee: Yorichii Tsugikuni

Ler: Michikatsu Tsugikuni / Kokushibo / UpperMoon 1

Yoriichi looked at the sky, until a noise in the bush in front caught his attention. 'Nii-san? What do you need?', Michikatsu got up and almost ran to sit next to him, crossing his arms

'How did you do it?' 'Hmm?' 'You hit father and left him with a punch the size of a fist, how did you do it? I could never do it', Yorichii looked away, he was embarrassed by what he had done, but he explained what he had seen, Michikatsu didn't understand and got annoyed thinking what he was making fun of.

'That doesn't make sense, what did you do?' 'I just told you...'

Michikatsu snapped his fingers, he was determined, he would make her tell him the truth at all costs. The first thing he chose was to give his knees a strong squeeze, but his reaction was different from what he thought

'You're laughing? What is so funny? Hmm? Ohhh... I see, very good, don't you want to tell me? Then you will suffer the consequences!' 'Ehehehehe! Kahahahat! Ahahahaha!', Yorichii put his hands to his stomach while laughing, he didn't plan to tell him anything, the time they spent between them was strange

'Who would have thought, the quietest of the family laughing at something like tickling. Come on Yorichii, tell me and I'll stop'

'I ahahalready tohohold you! Eheheheheheh!! Wahahahait! Ihihit-' 'Tickles? I know, so if you want me to stop, just tell me how you did it! Tell me your secret Yorichii!', there was no secret, and personally Yorichii didn't care much about that, he was happy to see his brother happy

Michikatsu thought that if his brother was tickling his knees, maybe behind them or his back would also be a good place to tickle him. But since he was with his knees, he decided to try first place.

'GEAHAHAHA!! Wahahahait!!! Nohohoho!! Eeeep! Nihihi-San! Hohohold on!!' 'I already said what you had to do to make me stop', Michikatsu wasn't satisfied with the reactions, he wanted to hear him yell and squirm enough for him to tell him the truth.

'Well then, take this! Woah!!', Michikatsu had to dodge the kick that Yorichii launched when his fingers slid down his spine

'OHOHOHOI! WAAAAA!! NOHOHOT THERE!! NOHOHOW IT'S WOHOHORSE!! HOHOHOLD OHOHON!!' 'Ha! This is how I wanted to see you! Come on Yorichii, save your skin, confess', Yorichii howled, he didn't know what could be so sensitive

Michikatsu didn't notice that Yorichii was kicking and writhing so much that one of those kicks hit him in the head.

'Ouch!!', Michikatsu released his brother and rubbed the back of his head. 'Are you OK?! I hurt you! I'm sorry! I do not know what happened to me!' 'Okay, okay, this lets me know that next time I should immobilize you better', ehhh, well... maybe he won't or maybe he will...?

Well, after that Yorichii was rubbing his brother's head until he fell asleep on his lap and he was next to the column, the two of them missed that time alone and calmly