#interact ⠀w ⠀me ⠀or ⠀perish

[badboysupr]

to all the muses out there who have been genuinely nice to leo:

i'm sorry

he is literally a disaster and a half (or maybe about 5385865363 disasters, tbqh) and is2g every single time anyone just shows common decency to him, he has an Entire Moment that should be backed up by a dramatic musical number at this rate bc jeezum

jeezum

[kanene-yaaay]

Look. Look.

I need to get it out of my system, okay? I just need to. Immediately

Himmel + cheer up tickles

The reason?

I rest my case. Thank you for coming to my Ted talk I am slowing descending into madness here

[eyes-0f-etro]

thinkinggggg abouttttt naruuuuto and sasuuuuke

[whamss]

Rose would be a shitty girlfriend but people really miss the flavor with exploring that when they take it as Rose not liking Kanaya as much as vice versa as opposed to her being painfully into Kanaya but not knowing how to like. Empathize with other people properly and being too self-absorbed to attend to any of Kanaya's needs, or even really notice when her own behavior is hurting her.

I think it's pretty well-established that Rose is super into her. Girl who drank her ass off before their first date bc she was nervous and constantly turmoiled over whether or not Kanaya was going to break up w her and wanting to make things better between them even leading up to her death, only people to say that she doesn't like Kanaya. If Kanaya broke up with Rose she would perish. Lines like "I never even got to tell her I love her" tell us nothing if not that Rose was painfully in love with Kanaya, but could never find it in herself to tell her. Whether this is because she was trying to protect herself on the chance that Kanaya got sick of her shit and decided to break up or because Rose was so out of it constantly she just could never get it out is up to interpretation. But Rose being a shitty girlfriend and her relationship with Kanaya being extremely important to her aren't concepts that are mutually exclusive. If anything I think they play hand in hand.

I also just think people need to give Kanaya more autonomy than they do. Don't get me wrong the power dynamic IS inbalanced. Rose is insane and constantly making mistakes and impulsive decisions and Kanaya is always left picking up the pieces when she does something crazy. Rose hurts Kanaya to an incomparable degree. Kanaya has far more patience for Rose than she probably should, but she isn't a doormat. The entire interaction Kanaya and Rose had on the meteor, where Kanaya flipped out on Rose for drinking right before they were due for a big fight, tells us so much about what their dynamic was leading up to this imo. This is a conversation they've had countless times before, Kanaya's anger is always followed up with some fearful suggestion from Rose that Kanaya is going to break up with her. Kanaya is a girl dealing with a partner deep in the throes of alcoholism, she's painfully compliant, but their interactions both leading up to them getting together and once they do both on the meteor and off of it show that the relationship anxiety is very one-sided. Rose is the only one worried about them breaking up, because she sucks and she knows that. Kanaya cares deeply for Rose but if either of them are going to be cooly cutting things off between them it's her, not Rose.

I love giving rosemary divorce particles, I can never be convinced that two girls who got together That Young could make it work between them without a ton of bumps in the road. I love that Rose is fucked up and self-centered and I like when people acknowledge this, but she DOES love Kanaya. To her own detriment. Kanaya is the one constantly disillusioned by Rose's behavior, the one who's commitment is constantly tested, not the other way around. Wish more people could acknowledge this... Rose loves Kanaya! And Kanaya loves Rose too, I think. But people really wooby her when they try to frame even the likes of pre-retcon rosemary like Kanaya is a nothing but a victim of Rose's vices, and that Rose somehow doesn't actually want to be in a relationship with her.

Pre-retcon rosemary was definitely on track to an untimely break up though. Rose wasn't going to be the one to pull that trigger though

[princesscallyie]

Any Eirenelas character interactions?

Yes! It took me awhile cause I couldn't think of anything at first lol. They are a bit longer than normal.

Eirenelas reclined in a lounge chair of a corrupt excutive’s penthouse apartment. He was currently in his more casual attire instead of his usual Greek armor and conspicuous black wing. He mused at luxurious surroundings as he waited for the man to speak.

“Eirenelas, nice of you to come back. I suppose you’re to discuss our deal.” The man said, his voice carrying a sinister yet shaky tone. His forehead was moist in sweat and his hands just happened to be hidden around his back.

Eirenelas simply nodded, noting the current demeanor of the man. He leaned back, crossed his legs. “Yes, let’s recall the stipulations of our bond. You were in a desperate need of a way to escape being found out that you laundered millions of dollars from your company. You risk being thrown in jail for years and being outed as fraud, ruining your reputation. You had 48 hours to return the laundered money by liquidating your assets-”

Suddenly, the man pulled out a gun and pointed it frantically at Eirenelas. 

“You must be out of your damn mind if you think I’m going to give my fortune! They owe everything to me, that money deserved to be mine! I’m not letting all of that go. If I get rid of you then this bond bullshit is null and void.”

Eirenelas sighed and rolled his eyes. “Why do they always do this…” 

Desperation brought an onslaught of emotions, and insanity seemed to be the major one. He sensed he was going to do something brash, but he didn’t think he would actually go through with something so foolish. Perhaps he misunderstood the human psyche. 

“Mr. Wilson… you are aware that you’re the one who agreed to our bond… the conditions were simple… you succeed, you get away with everything and live your life in blissful ignorance. If you fail, you perish in the endless pits of despair. What about that you do not understand?” 

Eirenelas said as he rose from his seat. As he spoke, feathers swarmed his body as he transformed back into his original godly form.

“G-get away from me you, d-demon! I don’t have to listen to you!” The man gasped at sight, he stepped back and fired his gun missing almost all the shots because of his shaky aim. One lone shot zoomed straight towards Eirenelas’ face. It was deflected by a chain that emerged from his body, an ability granted by his godly nature.

Eirenelas advanced, his green eye glowing ominously as he inched closer.

“So what you’re trying to tell me is… you failed.” 

A barrage of chains shot toward the man, binding him tightly and constricting him with deadly force.

“Wait wait wait! I-I’ll do anything! What do you want?!”

A contract materialized in Eirenelas’s hand. He grinned, knowing that this was the part of the process he particularly enjoyed. The bonds he offered to these desperate but often crooked individuals were nothing more than a high risk gamble. Either all or nothing. Yet if they lost, part of what was forfeited would find its way to him. A fair exchange, all things considered.

“How about this lovely penthouse for starters. Sign it over to me…”

The man hurriedly signed the contract, transferring his penthouse over to the god.

“There it’s yours! A-and I’ll give away everything else too, just like in our deal! A-are you gonna let me free now? W-we had a deal, you know!”

Eirenelas chuckled, his grin devilish. “That isn’t how this works…”

The chains tighten further around the man’s neck and head, muffling his screams of agony. Soon, the life was squeezed out of him, his body vanishing into a wisp of smoke.

As another bond was fulfilled, he looked around his newly acquired abode. “Hmm, this will do quite nicely…”

~~~

It's been a day or two since the eventful day where Eirenelas met with Drake after he freed him from the puzzle box and formed a bond with him. They fled the Alliance’s base and were now at the god of despair penthouse. The first night Drake dropped like a rock and slept for almost a full day. He thought he died if was being frank. Today, he was awake at least, but he was sulking on the sofa staring off into space like a lifeless zombie.

Eirenelas took a sip of his coffee as he partook in the sight. This was his first time interacting with a human in this matter, especially one this young. He wanted to give him some time to rest but this seemed way out of the ordinary from what he knew about humans. Was this what owning a puppy was like?

“How long do you expect to stay like that?” Eirenelas finally spoke. “We do have some work to do if you recall…”

Drake sighed, offering no response. 

Setting down his coffee, Eirenelas approached him and leaned down to his level. He lifted Drake’s head up by his chin gently, meeting his gaze. They were dull and lifeless, his skin pale with bags under his eyes - signs of a young man overwhelmed by his ordeal.

Eirenelas felt a surge of unexpected empathy wash over him as he sensed the despair and dread radiated off of him like hot coals.

“Such a poor, beautiful soul…” he murmured softly, examining his delicate features. “Despair is always temporary, it comes and goes like the wind. Don’t let it consume you…”

Eirelenas placed a finger on Drake’s forehead and he channeled a flow of his godly power through him. The effect was immediate that it made Drake jump back. His mind was clear for the first time in months. All the dark and dreadful thoughts that clouded him just vanished.

“H-how did you do that?” he questioned, his eyes wide with his new found clarity.

Eirenelas straightened and crossed his arms with a grin. “Oh look who can talk now. I thought you were going to end it all on me, little puppy.”

~~

It’s been a while longer and Drake was now beginning to get used to his ordeal. Eirenelas had a plan to get rid of his father by summoning his creator, a god like him, to take him down. He had no choice but to follow his lead on this. There was no way he could take down his father by himself, not even if he had the whole Alliance of his side. He had that much power and influence. He had to save his mother and put a stop to this cycle once and for all. With the bond he had with him and the strange powers that came with it, he could achieve this.

But other than that, he was enjoying his new found freedom. It was nice to be able to wear what he wanted and style his hair without any of his father's restrictions. Surprisingly, he felt more like himself than he has in a long time. And despite Eirenelas being an intimidating god, of an emotion like despair nonetheless, he treated him rather fairly. Even though he can be an annoying tease at times.

“As you know, Drake, in this world, money makes the world go around. We will need to amass a lot of it to continue our plan to find the sources of Earth’s primordial magic,” Eirenelas explained as they rode in a car on their way to a discreet location.

“Yeah, I know, don’t remind me…” Drake mumbled as he recalled the days where his father would berate him about the Alliance’s lack of funds.

“This job should be simple for someone of your abilities. We infiltrate this mafia ring and retrieve the funds and their connections and we’ll leverage that to our advantage.”

Drake slumped deeper into the leather seat, dreading the job. He thought his days of doing petty missions like this were over once he became the leader of the Alliance. “Couldn’t you just create a bond with the leader so he can hand over what we need?”

Eirenelas chuckled. “You misunderstand my powers, Drake. I can’t just impose a bond. They have to seek me under extreme despair. Some of these so-called leaders are just foolish and arrogant, not desperate.”

“You just described the history of humanity…” Drake scoffed.

“Yes, partly,” Eirenelas said with a grin toward Drake. “But then there are those like you - clever and resilient, the best humanity has to offer.”

Drake’s face turned a hint of red after receiving the praise. That was the nicest thing someone has said about him in months. “Sure…” he replied, averting his gaze. 

“But you’re still a god, though. You should be able to knock everyone out with your chains or something…”

“You’re trying your best to wriggle out of this, huh?” Eirenelas remarked, clearly amused.

“How could you tell?” Drake said sarcastically.

Eirenelas pinched his cheek, which made Drake swat his hand away in response. “Oh so sassy, little pup. Come on, the exercise will do you some good.” he chuckled.

[daisybell17]

Falling for the Joutun boy

Prologue: Instead of the government system Midgard uses in our world, this version of our world falls under a royal family that governs over all the nations.

That being said, you were a princess of this family which meant thousands of people adored you, and several princes definitely had their eye on you as you aged.

Though your eye was on one Joutun boy. Your family has made a deal with the kingdom of Joutunheim that would end the thousand year war and unite both realms, and that’s where you met Loki. You were both only about 4 years of age when you both met and oh how you enjoyed his presence. The games you both played and the stories and jokes you would tell each other, it was nothing but pure happiness and awe.

Even as a young princess you had your eye on him, and as he possessed the power of ice, he often start snowball fights with you and build ice castles. Oh the more and more did you enjoyed his company…Until Asgard raged war against Joutunheim…Many of Joutunheim’s people were either captured or perished, and all that remained, retreated to earth…

Unfortunately Loki was one of the captured, and you hadn’t seen him since…until today?

Invited to an Asgardian ball, your family had decided to go. They knew your hatred of the Asgardian royal family after they destroyed Joutunheim but nevertheless, you had to go for formality reasons.

Arriving at Asgard, you felt a wave of anxiety flush over your body…as if being here felt wrong. Don’t get me wrong, Asgard was beautiful without a doubt…it was the royalty of that land you had your problems with.

Showing up to the palace, your family name was announced and you made your way in…and holy hell was it an amazingly beautiful palace…what? no?! How could you think this was beautiful?! These people destroyed homes…

You made your way to the assigned seat and watched as each royal family poured in…

”Unfortunately Family Laufeyson will not be making their appearance tonight”

“Well no shit?!” You thought, “They destroyed Joutunheim and had the gall to announce something like that?! Ignorant assholes?!”

As the night went on you failed to enjoy yourself. Watching everyone interact and share lively conversations made you feel left out, well to be fair you didn’t not want to be there in the first place but you still wanted to talk with people

A loud trumpet echoed the halls which signaled the introduction of Odin, Frigga and their children

“I present King Odin and Queen Frigga of Asgard.” They both walked into the great hall hand in hand with smiles plastered on their faces

You rolled your eyes in your head, not really paying attention to what was happening

“I present Thor Odinson, first born son and prince Asgard. And Loki Odinson, second born son and prince of Asgard.

“hUH WHAT?!” Your head snapped at the announcement of Loki’s name, almost chocking on your own saliva.

Looking down you see Loki…it’s actually him?! But wait, Odinson?! You couldn’t take your eyes of the prince. It’s been nearly 15 years since you last saw him…and admittedly you found yourself turning red, he’s definitely grown into a fine young man.

Watching him walk across, you turned to your parents who seemed to be just as shocked as you. “Prince Loki…As in…Loki Laufeyson?” Your mother said. “I…how is this even possible mother?” No one really had a response, how do you even…explain this?!

You waited with little patience as the formal announcements ended and the ball continued. Your eyes were fixed on Loki who seemed…anxious? nervous? You couldn’t tell, but he was clearly uncomfortable.

You made your way down and to Loki as fast as you could…Tapping him on his back, he turned around as you captured his attention. “Oh…Hi! Uh can I help you princess?”

“You’re Loki…Odinson…right?”

“Why yes I am! Might I say princess you look fine tonight”

You blush at his words and reciprocate the compliment back to him. Since you knew Loki quite well from childhood, you brought up topics of interest. It would be crazy of you to suddenly ask personal questions, or worse, let him find out who he was and his truth within seconds.

Safe to say he was immediately entranced by you, as if he knew you all his life. No one ever showed much interest in him growing up, often he was pushed aside by Odin. Frigga and Thor loved him dearly but even with that love, he could still feel that separation, always knowing he was different.

As your shared conversation with food and drinks continued on, he invited you to go out to the garden. It was quite loud inside and a nice late night chat by the beautiful flowers seemed perfect.

Leading you outside, you both sat by the bench, watching the starts and moon

“You know, I didn’t expect to enjoy this ball at all, then you came up and talked to me…” He flashed a small smile at you, causing a small blush to form around your cheeks

“Well I have to thank you too…This is definitely not how I expected this night to go at all…I didn’t even want to go at first but my mother kinda forced me out” You chuckled, remembering just how pissed off you were hours ago.

“Oh? Are you not a fan of balls?” He questions, raising his eyebrows.

“haha balls” Your mind quickly diverts to. Quickly shoving your humour away you answer back “Erm, not that i’m not a fan of royal balls…I like the dresses and food…but if I had the choice not to attend, I probably wouldn’t”

“Hmmm me too I guess…I show up here for formality and because im the “great prince of Asgard!”” He air quotes sarcastically. “As if i’m even treated like a god…let alone a person here” He scoffs

“What do you mean? Are people hurting you?”

“I guess you could put it like that…” looking away from you, it’s obvious this topic makes him uncomfortable

“Hey we don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to”

“No no…I want to…I don’t get to tell my story to many people…”

The conversation pauses for a second as the night sounds settle in. Loki is looking at the ground, it seems like he’s gathering his thoughts of what to say.

“Growing up I…I was just never treated as equal…or even as a person…Yes my mother was always there and Thor…well was Thor. I know he loves me dearly and I think the world of him…It’s just…Odin and everyone else on Asgard. I was just…never enough in anyone’s eyes…even my own. There’s always just something different about me…I just never really knew what it was…”

You didn’t say anything and let the silence of the night take over…”I figured out I wasn’t straight a long time ago…but even then something never really clicked…Like something from my youth was missing, or gone, or never existed..I-I’m sorry I know I’m making no sense right now” He says as some tears start coming in

“Hey hey…” You say…Should you tell him? Let the secret out? But how could you do it? No not yet…

“Hey” You offer your hand for him to hold. Looking at your gesture he grasped you firmly.

You take a deep breath and worked something up “Hey…look…we spend our lives in search for something, anything that would make sense and even then we sometimes don’t find it…And I-what the”

Suddenly your hands start to glow. The light coming from you and Loki’s hands entranced you. Snapping your head up you met with Loki’s eyes…and he was finally the Loki you first knew

“Y-You…I-I know you” Loki said. “I know me…I…” He looked at himself as his entire body shifted…Shifting back to his true form. Eyes going wide as his skin turns blue, it’s a beautiful sight in your eyes.

Then you pulled away and it all stopped. Stepping back you were met face to face with the Joutun boy you fell for. “Loki…are you…are you ok?”

He didn’t speak…He couldn’t take his eyes off his hands…that’s when the tears started falling and his knees met the ground. His head peeked up, and a smile plastered his face.

“The Midgardian princess who saved my land…The girl who spent a part of my youth with…Oh the games we played and the stories we told and the snowballs fight we shared…I know you…”

“Oh Loki…” You started tearing up… “Do you remember now?”

“I do…and I was right…and oh I love you…”

“What?!” You said laughing “W-What do you me-“

“You really didn’t think I had my eye on you since we were kids? Oh you were the prettiest girl i’ve ever met…and you played with me?! You touched my heart from day one” Loki said now holding your hand

Your heart was starting to melt, he noticed you just as much as you noticed him. “Oh Loki!” You hugged him close “You remember! You know me…you know…you!”

“I do…oh gods I do!” He hugged you close…”There is still…too much to figure out and what to do…You promise you aren’t terrified…I’ve heard the stories of Joutun’s…and now that I know everything…I don’t know how to feel..?”

“Loki…Oh my prince…The color that paint your skin is one that I adore. Your eyes of red shine bright into my soul. The cold touch is freezing for sure, but my warmth match and I promise…I promise…I find peace within you and in that peace…I love you. I love you my Joutun boy…”

He smiles and held you close…He might have his memory back for now, but the road to acceptance and love for himself and you is yet to blossom to its fullest. But in this moment…he smiles knowing that someone fell for him…for who he really was…For Loki.

[stcandjsabmemes]

Finally, my first TPC X reader fanfic.

Yandere!Purpex x reader

You were once all by yourself in the Poly Forest, when you just so happened to notice a group of 3 blue-ish shapes not too far from you.

You were quite a lonely person, but this time, you felt like you didn't want to be alone anymore, so you went up to the group to meet up with them.

"Oh, hey new person, what's your name?" the blue-purple hexagon asked.

"Well, I'm (Y/N), and what's yours?" you replied.

"(Y/N)? That sounds like a nice name! I'm Purpex, by the way." she said.

After you two introduced yourselves, she introduced you to the two others, who were Marcle, a female blue sphere, and Squadril, a male blue cube with a top hat. Purpex told you that their group was called the Chipzel group, and that she was the leader of the group.

As you and Purpex were having your first conversation, you were being very nice to her, complimenting her on various things.

Once you and her finished the conversation, you bid her and the group farewell and left.

When you left, Purpex reflected on how nice you were to her, and she felt... something lovely in her heart. She described this feeling to Squadril and asked him what it was. He replied that it was most likely a romantic attraction.

After your first interaction with the Chipzel group, you had been meeting up with them often, being very nice to Purpex along the way too.  Doing these nice things to her only made her romantic attraction grow more and more stronger... dangerously strong...

One day, her attraction grew so strong that she began to become obsessive... You plagued her thoughts so much that she needed to know everything, everything about you. She slowly began switching to doing only the things you did, eating only the foods you ate, going only to places you've been to, listening only to the music you listened to... Your day-to-day routine was so important to her...

Another consequence of her growing obsession was extreme jealousy of others. She would not let others get in the way between you and her, you were hers and hers alone..!

One day, you were just hanging out with Cintagon, but neither of you knew that Purpex was secretly watching you two... Seeing her beloved (Y/N) with someone else made her blood boil, so she planned something vile to make sure he would never try to take you away from her again..!

Later in that same day, Purpex met up with Cintagon, claiming she just wanted to talk to him.

"Hey Cintagon, can we have a talk, and in a private place, please?" She asked.

"Uh, sure!" he replied enthusiastically.

As the two walked together through the Poly Forest, Purpex initiated the conversation.

"So, is it true that you were hanging out with (Y/N) earlier today?" she asked.

"Yeah, why? Is that a problem?" he replied in a confused manner.

With that, she violently shoved him to the ground.

"It IS, because they're mine only!" she angrily said.

"W-what do you mean they're 'yours'? Aren't they a friend to all?" Cintagon said in pain and fear.

"They were specifically nice to ME, so they're MINE only, and NO ONE ELSE!!" Purpex yelled.

"...Why are you so possessive of them..? This isn't a healthy relationship to have with them..." Cintagon replied.

"Oh, so you have a problem with my love for (Y/N)..?" She then pulled out a knife and aimed it at his head. "Then, you must simply perish..."

"WHAT?! PURPEX, PUT THAT KNIFE AWAY!!" Cintagon yelled in absolute terror

"You don't like how I love my dear (Y/N)... And because of that, you are worthy of death..." she threateningly said.

"I don't have a problem with how other shapes love, it's just that... this lov-" he replied.

As Cintagon was in the middle of his sentence, Purpex repetitively stabbed her knife into his body, the light green pentagon screaming with his blood spraying onto her face and clothes. After a while of stabbing, Cintagon was no more... His body was laying against a tree all bloody and lifeless...

"If anyone else doesn't like my love... THEY MUST DIE TOO!! HAHAHAHAHA!!" Purpex yelled in an insane tone.

The next day, Commando Circumsphere was getting worried. Where was Cintagon?! What if something bad happened to him?!

He decided to inspect the Poly Forest, since that's the last place he remembered Cintagon going into. After a while of searching, he finally found Cintagon's body, stabbed and bloody, making Commando Circumsphere sick to his stomach...

He then went back to talk with Pentellow, he wanted to break some horrible news to her about her father.

"Pentellow... I need to show you something, I don't think you're going to like it, but it's necessary..." he somberly said.

"Why..? Is something wrong..?" she replied.

"No need to ask anything, just come with me..." he said to her.

The two walked together to the Poly Forest and over to Cintagon's body. Upon seeing it, Pentellow's expression turned into one of despair and fear.

"N-no..! No!! DAD!!!" she yelled, on the verge of tears. The only thing that could be worse than this to her was if Iris, her boyfriend, was dead...

As Pentellow mourned the death of her father, Commando Circumsphere tried to reassure her.

"I'm so sorry as to what happened to your dad... I just don't know who could do such evil, vicious act..." Commando Circumsphere said in a depressing tone.

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OH BOY, this was truly something. This might be a part 1 because this took a while to make. Feel free to request TPC x reader stories in the comments.

[thesmutalorian]

Oh bro, scarlex #4evaaa 😤😤 (the ART for that pairing bro lmao, I love women for their weird passions so much). I am considering an AO3 account purely to do a chapter by chapter review/commentary for you lololol. I probably should just do it, the whole reason I haven’t is some teenage-born fear of the cops somehow interrogating me for some unrelated shit (????) and this sort of tomfoolery comes up bc they’ve seen my phone shit and next thing you know, dateline has me on blast for my risqué reading tastes smh 😔 it does not make sense in any way (like gorl it’s too late for your online trail, you’re already ruined) and I need to get over myself lmao

and no need to apologize for not writing his POV, you gotta do what you gotta do, bro. But I share the sentiment of “oh this absolute biTCH BOI” when I read his thoughts Lmfao. Friggy’s lack of a part 2 was devastating. I am unwell over it. I need Allison to have some goddamn agency. I have since branched out in my search and looked at ffn for content 🙂 which brings me to my next questiooooon, have you read a story called Cold Hands? It’s the first of a 3 part series, and although the premise had me kinda like ehhhh, I think it’s pretty good! I’m only just in the second part, but it’s a good time. 

I would actually die if I had to interact with murder crab men tbh. It couldn’t be me, would simply perish of fright, so I’m glad you understand LOL. 

Bro the space pond- that shit was delightful. I ENJOYED that, like Charlie needed a win and now she has a little spa/swimming pool/ oasis situation she’ll hopefully get more access to 😎 the tail, shit, I’m about here like 👀what that tail do👀👀

You should definitely feel free to post from that board of ta’kesh 👀 I am curious. also, finding out you are into mando is so funny when seeing the similarities between mandalorians and Yautjas 💀💀💀that shit killed me, I was like this woman knows what she’s about! 

I look forward to more good soup 😊

me reading your play by play if you do (but also I understand cause I’ll cry if I’m ever traditionally published and someone’s like ‘hey did you write about fcking the predator’)

I haven’t heard of cold hands but now I wanna check it out!!

the tail do {redacted} ☺️ and yes mando (read masked men) in general really do it for me — probably has to do w years of trying to decipher and cater to others’ emotional swings and loving the idea of Not that🤪 and then them being absolutely ruled by a strict code that they then twist or break for the sake of affection????? BROOOO SIGN ME TF UPPPPP 😤👏🏼 💳💳💥💥

(I forgot to drop fanart, none of it is mine just Pinterest sourced and I’d tag them if I knew)

*update* wonderful @predatorperspective said these are from

creature13, xenogardian and crispy-ghee 🫡

[blackjackkent]

LMAO. The group got absolutely toasted by some of the security systems at the front of the Selune outpost and I'm probably going to have to reload, but as soon as Gale expired, THIS happened.

"Well met! I am a magical projection of Gale of Waterdeep, and if you see this manifestation, that means I have prematurely perished. However, for reasons that cannot be disclosed, it is of vital importance that my death be remedied at your earliest convenience. You may rest assured that I do not speak out of self preservation alone - many lives depend on my return to the living within the span of two days. I trust I have made myself clear?"

...Gale, you are so extra lmao.

Karlach had the lead in this conversation because I had clicked on her in a desperate attempt to get out of the environmental turn that was nuking everyone, and she looked utterly bemused by this whole conversation.

"How am I supposed to bring you back to life?"

"I have upon my deceased person a magical item that can accomplish my return, but such is the value and rarity that it is protected by a multi-level security protocol. I will now explain the protocol. Step one is to retrieve from my person a pouch I wear over my heart. Next you must unthread the purple seam that seals it in a counterclockwise fashion. Do not touch any other colored strand. Inside the pouch, you will find a folded letter and a tiny flute. Unfold the letter, and note the markings in the top and bottom corners. These are the notes you will need to play. Starting from the bottom right, play the notes in correct order - clockwise this time. Upon completion of the tune, a magma mephit will appear, which will pose the following question: I'ss k'cha t'chiss n'aga? This is Ignan for "What is my name?" The answer is "K'ha'ssji'trach'ash'. Pronounce the name correctly and the mephit will breathe on the letter. Stay clear, because the little scamp can melt metal. Words will now appear on the letter's surface, effectively turning the letter into a Scroll of True Resurrection. Use it to bring me back to life."

Oh my god.

"This is all ridiculously elaborate."

"I think ingenious is the word you're looking for. Now repeat my instructions back to me, please."

"I got it. Seams, notes, names - the lot."

"In that case, this will be an easy exercise. Step one?"

"Forget it. I'm going to resurrect you now if that's all right with you."

"Have it your way. I can only hope your memory stretches further than your patience. Best of luck with the protocol! May my cold dead hands soon be refilled with the warmth of life so they can shake yours in gratitude."

Incredible.

By the time I managed to get the game back into turn-based mode (it dropped out of it when Hector went down, I think, and then everyone just stood there getting repeatedly blasted by the Lasers of Selune), Hector and Gale were both dead, Karlach was downed, and Shadowheart was barely able to help her up and get them both back under cover. So the current state of play is Karlach (1 HP), Shadowheart (12 HP), two dead humans, a dead minotaur we were fighting when this all went down, and two really vigorous lasers.

I'd prefer not to have to reload especially after that whole spiel from Gale. XD so gonna quickly have K&S look around and see if they can find an off switch.

Gale and Hector just have their dead bodies smoking in the party inventory screen.

???????? That seems bad.

The lasers seem connected to a statue of Selune at the center of the area. I wasn't able to find an interaction point before but now that the stakes are higher maybe there's something to see.

The gem at the top is destructable which seems like a good place to start.

Shooting it from the top of the stairs seems to have turned off the lasers - and also gave Shadowheart inspiration for destroying a Selunite relic. XD

The next exciting challenge is dealing with the necrotic aura Gale is exuding, which makes it more than a little challenging to get at his security system in the first place. But we got there in the end (after a short rest so Karlach didn't keep passing out every time she got near him).

Here we go. Amusingly, we did indeed have to go through all those steps to get this whole business sorted. Luckily I already copied it all out as part of writing this post. XD The notes we had to play in the second step spell out D-E-A-D, because Gale is, as previously mentioned, incredibly extra. :P

Hector, despite currently being literally dead, got inspired by us correctly following all the instructions and getting the true resurrection scroll. Shadowheart was also inspired by us resurrecting someone. We were also able to use a Revivify scroll to get Hector up too!

Success! (I accidentally stole Gale's clothes when I took all his stuff whoops.)

OK definitely time for a long rest. XD

[faekishi]

It's been so long since I posted something! But, I have been cooking and still drawing. Just work has been very busy.

But, wanted to show a recent piece I did. Definitely very proud of it. Slowly but surely I can see my improvements. I been very constant in forcing myself out of my comfort zones and trying new things. It's been hard, but enjoyable. On another note. You will be seeing written works from me soon! I got a few things cooking in the kitchen. They're taking time, but I hope you all will enjoy it.

But, for now, the ideas that made this peice.

So this idea came from a dream actually. A really intense dream that honestly freaked me out really bad. But, was also one of those interesting dreams that is scary, but you can't wake up because your too invested in it. ; w ;)/

Anyway, basically the world ended in some way. I believe it was with monsters or maybe zombies. But, Izuku was in it and it was terrifying.

Cause he just turned twelve and was in America to visit his father with his mother. But, they both perish during the apocalypse and he had to make a run for it.

My dreams was in pieces. But he eventually got a horse and cat that he travels with. Doing his best to keep out of reach of both monsters and survivors (cause survivors can be worse than monsters). Eventually he did meet with Aizawa and Yamada. Cause, of course my brain was like "DADZAWA!". Eventually traveling with them.

I plan another piece with Izuku and Aizawa riding a horse together. Cause at the end of my dream. They were both riding a horse with Izuku falling asleep and it was adorable and I want to draw it. Even though horses are so difficult. lllorz. But, finally living my horse dreams. (I always loved horses, but sadly I just never got a chance to ride them. Thankfully, I still interacted with a lot of them by going to stables. But, hopefully in future I get to go riding.)

I might honestly make the dream I had into a story. It was very interesting and I would love to write it.

Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed this piece. Look out for the second one that is a continuation to this one. I also plan to make a few farming pieces cause I been replaying stardew valley and a bunch of other farm sims games!

I'm cooking.

Stay Kind, Drink Water, and Take Care of Yourself!

[sketching-shark]

If LEMH got a hater im one of em.

Im gonna hate em until i perish OR when hes given back his actual relevance to swk. That just him being a reflection of swk. Lmk had tried to give him more character outside of being swk 2.0 but violent but ended up going full circle w this guy just like every other LEMH out there(except 1998 lemh he became swk younger brother n had some personality w/o reverting into edgy emo monkey

He was the moon to swk sun— MAN SHUT YO MOUTH! THE SUN IN SWK DOESNT EVEN MEANS SUN YA FOOLS! How tf does the word ‘sun’ got to replace the word ‘immortal/monkey’ part of swk.

The way this fandom is treating swk like he cant be a character without LEMH. Its just so weird. Rlly to be hating on swk for being violent u should rlly hate on LEMH whos also violent. If you want to Hate on my monkey, hate him right <3 also broski was v blunt n didnt excuse what he did so jot that down.

Did LEMH cried when his monkey got injured? No, so thats why swk is better than him

asdfgerawasfdaf people dunking on LEMH in my inbox...day TWO!!!

But YEAH anon full agree like yeah i know wanting to influence canon or fanon to your desires is hubristic and a fool's journey but still I'll admit to wishing there was more space in both given to SWK's interactions with other characters besides the shadow simian...of course given the way Monkie Kid keeps shoving him out of the plot and/or making him lie or be insincere so that he can't have genuine interactions with like anyone, not even Qi Xiaotian, doesn't make this easy :(

I think you are right too about legoshow LEMH existing in this weird space where they show keeps trying to give him more character but since his entire life revolves around his violent obsession with the Monkey King anyway it's well Not Good for either of them. I mean at least with og classic LEMH he either was part of SWK or was a yaoguai who had all but completely thrown away his identity so he could BE SWK, but he clearly had an agenda and ambitions of his own.

But ooooo I haven't actually seen the 1998 version! If you see this ask would you mind telling me a bit more about it anon, including where someone might watch it? I'm still making my way through the 1986 tv series, but I find it fun to see different retellings of Xiyouji and it definitely would be interesting to see one where LEMH is explicitly SWK's younger brother (speaking of which are we EVER going to get any of those animations centered around the true and false Monkey King arc like aaaaaaAAAAAAAAA it's been 84 years since they were announced...)

[wolpertinger-prince]

CBFD AU fic - Of Weasels and Panthers

Well, here's this. It's very self-indulgent, far removed from the game itself, and takes itself way too seriously. Also serves as an excuse to play with a few OCs and explore character perspectives. Think of it as one of those Disney YA novels that asks "what if" questions on the cover, this one asking "what if the Panther King had an heir?" ...except I have no idea how Conker himself fits into all of this.

I love the characters that are involved with the Panther King the most of the whole cast of this game, so this involves them all in the limelight. Enjoy! Or don't.

 Mia and Vivian

     Her blood-curdling screams as she died would be heard in the maids' sleep for years to come, possibly forever.

     She was too young, the taller and slimmer of the two maids thought as she and her companion stepped inside the throne room. Too young to perish, especially in such horrific circumstances. Mia looked back at her shorter and more plump companion, Vivian, who cradled the large, swaddled newborn - which looked more panther than weasel - in her arms with utmost care. Vivian nodded, urging the other to continue before their hulking king who paced in front of his throne.

    The story was that the wretched mafia don gave his unwilling daughter away to the Panther King to be his bride. Why the king had a sudden interest in having a bride and an heir was beyond any of the castle staff. Perhaps he finally caught wind of his professor's desire to take the crown back. Or perhaps the king was capable of feeling anything other than a desire for his milk after all. Regardless, there the poor young girl was, forced to be by his side and bear his young. That is, until today when the birth of such young cut her life tragically short.

"So… you let her die?"

     The way the Panther King's amber eyes fell on the two weasels as he emphasized that last word made Mia dip her head down. She opened her mouth to speak, but any words she thought she could muster stayed trapped in her throat. 

"I asked you a question," the king growled impatiently.

"We… We tried, Sire," Mia finally mustered. "But there was nothing we could do. She bled to death and tore terribly."

     Aside from themselves and the Panther King, the room was also occupied by two much younger guards that stood at either side of the throne, each holding a spear with a flag depicting the kingdom's emblem attached. They both watched the interaction with increasing unease. 

"Excuses," the king rumbled.

"We told yeh she needed a hospital," came the most barely audible mutter out of Vivian.

     The Panther King turned his unwavering gaze toward the more stout of the two maids. One of the younger guards - the one that bore a striking resemblance to Vivian - looked at her and started to wave his free hand in front of his face and shake his head with wide, terrified eyes. No. Stop. Don't. Vivian ignored him.

"Ah said," Vivian began more clearly, staring right back into the king's eyes. "We told yeh she needed a bluidy hospital."

     The short guard shrunk back and covered his face. The taller one gritted his teeth. Mia gazed back and forth from the Panther King to Vivian and back to the Panther King again. As anticipated, the king let out a loud, ferocious roar, scaring the infant. As the cub in Vivian's arms started to wail, the Panther King loomed over her.

"You don't tell me what to do," he snarled.

"Well, yeh should know very well that your queen would still be alive if y'had listened t'us in th' first place," Vivian barked back.

"That's it," the Panther King growled as he stepped closer.

     Vivian handed the crying infant to Mia.

The Panther King

     The fat broad was lucky his heir needed someone to look after him. That was supposed to be the queen's job. That disloyal wench. It was true that the slender maid came to the throne room in the middle of the queen's labors and requested they bring her to a hospital. The king decided to let her suffer. It was punishment for being such a distant and stubborn wife, withholding her affection since they'd been wed.

     He didn't think she'd die.

     The Panther King growled as he set away the duct tape and sat himself on his throne. The foolish girl probably died out of spite. A little revenge for this whole arrangement. Another way to distance herself from him. Fine. Let her have her way. The king already got his heir.

     So, he let the fat maid live with half a face full of fur and ordered her to raise his son. Rather than death, that would be her punishment for talking back to him. Fitting, since she wanted to act like an authority on these things. The thin maid could help. The both of them did let the queen die on their watch, after all.

     There was one more detail the two shared about the birth of his hybrid son. Before she died, his wife apparently gave him a name: Orpheus. A strange name, sounded somewhat familiar. Maybe from one of those plays she liked. At least some of her work as a mother was done.

Bill and Bob

     The funeral was held the very next day. The short-lived queen's father didn't even show. The Panther King stayed just long enough to watch her be lowered into the ground. As she was buried, each of the castle staff closed their eyes to give a silent prayer for her. May she find peace. May she be happy wherever she is now. May her afterlife show her the kindness she wasn't shown in life. 

     Bill and Bob's families stayed close together, tight-knit friends as they were. Bob's mother, large patches of fur now missing from her face, kept the little prince close to her chest. If he fussed, Bob would coo at him and tickle him. He liked kids and was good with them; he didn't mind the gross parts of caring for them and had a soft spot for their innate cuteness. 

     The fact that the cub looked a lot like their abusive master didn't seem to put Bob off the way it put off Bill. No matter how hard the tall weasel tried, he just couldn't look at the little (well, little for a panther, anyway) thing without picturing it snarling at him for more milk. Yes, he knew the child wasn't an "it", but… well… The babe was still very much a creature to Bill yet. It was difficult to get used to the cub's presence among them. 

"May she be happy wherever she is now," Bill's father, Will, uttered softly. Mia repeated the sentiment.

     Wherever she was now? She was in the ground! That was it for her, wasn't it? How could she be happy if she was dead? The poor girl… And she was about as young as he and Bob were, too. She was very kind from what little she interacted with them outside of being at their master's side; she even bothered to remember their names and greeted them warmly.

"Mate," Bob uttered as he elbowed Bill. 

     The slimmer weasel was taken out of his daze and looked to the stout weasel, who pointed up towards one of the higher towers of the castle. There, Bill would just barely make out the Professor lurking out the window.

Orpheus

     When Orpheus was five years old, he asked his father if he had a mother. The Panther King laughed and stroked the top of the cub's head roughly.

"She's dead," the king answered. 

     Something about the curt way his father replied to him made Orpheus not want to question him further.

     Later, when he was with his beloved nannies, Vivian and Mia, he figured one of them could fill in the gaps his father's answer left him with.

"Father says my mum's dead," he stated bluntly in his childish way. "What's dead?"

     The two weasels looked at each other, shock and heartbreak evident in both their faces. Right away, Orpheus could tell something was wrong. Maybe he said something bad? But no; this was a "bad" he hadn't seen before. A new "bad". The women were at a loss for words.

"Well, love, when someone dies, it's… well," Mia tried.

"It's when they're gone, dear. From this life," Vivian cut in. "They… Well, they leave this planet, so to speak, and-"

"Like space?" Orpheus interrupted.

"No, it's… it's a bit different from that," Mia continued. "They don't go to outer space, or anywhere, really."

     Orpheus didn't quite understand. How could someone not go anywhere? His mother had to be somewhere.

"Is she ever coming back?" he asked.

     He was met a saddened sigh from Vivian.

"Oh, Orpheus…"

     It took a long time for the cub to process the fact that he'd never meet his mother. It was unfair; he had one. He had one once, and she was just gone. As he got older, he wondered if it would've been easier if he had never asked, if he was left to assume he just never had a mother at all.

     Things weren't all bad. He had Bill and Bob to play with, and he grew up loved by them and their families. The other castle staff were kind to him, too. It was only his own father that brought him such emotions as loneliness, fear, sorrow, and, later on, anger. It wasn't as though the king wasn't present in Orpheus's life, but he was distant, cold, and intimidating. He didn't play with Orpheus and only taught the child how to bark orders at the servants. 

     Orpheus didn't like the way his father treated the castle staff; why would anyone be so mean to people that were so nice? The weasels hardly did anything wrong except maybe spill some milk and occasionally say things that were true anyway. At times the cub tried to stand up for his friends, only to get snarled at himself, or worse: a swift backhand that sent the cub flying. One or two instances of his father's intimidation methods was enough to scare Orpheus into silence. 

     Years passed. Orpheus slowly started to realize he was growing as big and strong as his father and his fear started to melt away. The anger lingered. It was a longing for justice kind of anger, one that couldn't be satiated until justice was served. Justice for the weasels, for himself, and, most of all, for his mother. 

     It'd been twenty years since the day his father refused to help his dying mother. Orpheus wasn't scared anymore. However, as much as he wanted to just up and slaughter that brute, his newest confidant urged him to wait.

The Professor

     Twenty years passed since his captor married that mafia don's daughter fresh out of college. The sick fuck. Because of that, not only did the Professor have to find a way to discreetly get rid of the Panther King, but he had to deal with his brat as well. That brat was now as big as his father, and seemed to be quite a bit sharper, too. The Professor would have to establish himself as an ally, gain his trust.

"So, you're saying you finally found a way to… do it?" asked Orpheus during his latest visit.

"Ja, with zhis," the Professor stated, ushering the panther-weasel hybrid over to his workbench. "Your father's reign ends."

     Orpheus followed the disabled weasel in his floating chair, greeted by two full goblets on a tray, one gold and one silver.

"It's milk," the younger remarked. "You're killing my father with poison?"

"Ah, very clever, Your Highness! Yes, zhat is poison. Ze easiest way to get close to His Majesty is through his stomach."

"I see… He does love his milk," Orpheus noted. "Why are there two goblets?"

"Simple! Ze gold vone is for your father and ze silver vone is for you," the Professor explained. "You vill share a sort of… erm… father-son moment. A little bonding over milk, yes? Vill look less suspicious. He is used to receiving his milk from vone of his servants."

"Oh, I get it," Orpheus replied with a naive, almost childlike nod as he took the tray. "Professor, you're a genius! Thank you, really, for all your help."

"Ah, it is nothzing," the Professor said with a light chuckle and a wave of his organic hand. "Ve must work together under ze tyrant, ja?"

"When this is all over and I'm king, I shall grant you prosthetic legs and free you from servitude! That way, you won't have to live in humiliation anymore and you'll be free to work on whatever projects you want."

"Ach, you are too kind, Your Highness. Go, go now!" The Professor ushered Orpheus towards the exit of the small laboratory. "Make me proud, and take zhis kingdom back for all of us weasels, ja?"

"I will, Professor."

     With that, Orpheus was out the door and on his way to end the Panther King's reign of terror. Of course, he knew nothing of the Weasel King, or of the Weasel King's inevitable return to the throne.

     And it wasn't exactly poison in that goblet…

[spidrzfall]

THE PLOT TWIST??? THE ENDING???

I'm actually giggling, that was so unexpected to the point it's funny. I absolutely loved it though, there's just something about Peter being an absolute hopeless romantic (or just being stupidly in love) that's just so sweet.

I wonder how he'd react knowing who reader's brother is. We love conflicting feelings!

Fic was great, I loved the little drunk dance. It just made so much sense for Peter to me. Once again you outdid yourself, the writing was great.

- Anon 🏞️

Bro the way I just had to bring in my boy Flash into the story, had to add in some sort of connection dhsja like imagine you find out you bonded w a nice stranger only for their brother to be your former high school bully 💀 I'd perish so quickly

Hopeless romantic Peter is canon, very very very canon. Anybody who says otherwise is incredibly wrong, that man would be the most romantic guy who absolutely soaks up in acts of service change my mind.

We love conflicted feelings, we adore that here. We love getting attached to a stranger and sharing (not so happy) love secrets to a stranger who's brother is your old hs bully ❤️ -- in all seriousness though I wanna make that be a plot hole because I cannot imagine what Peter would think knowing his new friend is related to (in his opinion) the biggest asshole he's met (we are not taking into account the deleted scenes where Peter n Flash interact at graduation since it's technically not canon)

No because the drunk dancing was so last minute idea. I knew I wanted the two to at least get some sort of awkward contact at some point and again I'm not like 100 on making a part two or a fleshed out series but it's something I'm open to doing so I fit in what I thought would be appropriate to fit if this were to be a one shot or if it were to develop into a series

Once again I appreciate your feedback you're like my biggest hype man and I deeply appreciate your support and everybody else's cause literally the only thing keeping me inspidered to keep writing cause I know damn well sometimes I'm 🍑 at it I swear I stare at my work and wonder if it's good enough but I got the best anon to prove that it's okay hehehjdjs.

[imnotreal-png]

>:) -- Entry 1

OK i just smoked a joint after i wrote the date and now im kinda chillin but imma still yap on dis hoe.

I am a loser. Like a huge loser, okay? Like im not dumb or wtv, i may have reached a weird and insane level of self awareness, but im just as much of a loser as anyone else.

I keep catching myself trying to people please and overstepping my boundaries and justifying it with "oh everyone else does it, so what, its normal" like ok dumb bitch that doesn't make it okay, get a grip.

But i will be yapping away abt alot of stupid bullshit i deal with and stupid things make me sad. I am very well aware that I am irrational, but these are things i feel in those moments that i always hold in because i don't want people 2 see that weak side of me. It's embarrassing and it's not me.

In truth, i have nooo idea what i'm doing. I have 0 clue on where i'll be in the future. I didn't think i'd make it this far and not on some suicidal shit (idk if u can say that word here, oops.), i just genuinely thought that i'd somehow perish?? Like i wasn't really real in some weird way. I just didn't exist. Even though i was always the center of drama or the cause of all things chaotic, i was always misunderstood. god that's so fucking cringe but hear me out.

I always said shit that i believed was clear enough to be understood and yet it wasn't. Even my tone apparently has been rude this entire time. But no one would actually tell me how i come off, they just ate it up in silence and then spaz on me. Even now i don't really understand because i truly believe i am very clear on what im saying. Yet it's still...not seen the way im trying to show it? Idk if im making any sense bruh but whatever. Maybe im narcissistic but no one understands my brain the way i attempt to express it...or i guess how i see it. Idk i guess im just frustrated that no one understands me or gets my brain.

Also it's super cringe when people tell me im mature for my age. Literally eat my shit. actual ick. get away from me.

I hate my mom. She hates me too but she hates me bc I'm not the pussy she wishes she was when she was my age. She's the most childish person i know. I genuinely do not care what she thinks of me whatsoever. She's just power hungry and immature. Actually, I don't even hate her, i just hate that she gets to have all this power over me. I just want my freedom, thats it. She can hate my lifestyle or whatever the fuck, as long as im not living with her. At the end of the day, im truly content with who i am as a person and my moral compass etc, she cant affect that. I just need to have my own space and leave her household to finally be free and actually experience life in a comfortable and more peaceful way. I guess that's all i can say rn. I just wish she would respect my boundaries and stop treating me like im her competition and she'll always be superior. She won't and i cannot wait for the day she finally see's that lol.

!! super irrational moment alert !!

LMAO this is super cringe but like when i started music i put "listen 2 my moozik" in my bio bc we say muzik in albanian but americans wud have 2 read it as moozik to get it right + its funny? Ever since i started rlly getting exposure and performing out there, all these NON SLAVS/BALKANS have started putting it in their bio's 🙄 like be fr, its sooo obvious (at least to me). And now some of these mfs i've interacted w startes stealing my lingo and the way i type [this isn't how i type when i txt friends. its worse and i shorten everything in a miserable way cuz its funny] and it's cute at first but now mfs on social media posting the way i do and talking the way i do. [insert side eye bc yeah] and it's kinda cringe cuz they're actually rlly shallow and mainstream people, they just look like they trying 2 hard to be quirky. lol.

im probably tweakin tho idk.

i wish i grew up with art. i wish my parents had that and were able to introduce it to me. I feel like a fraud when i try to be creative and do things. Even with making music. As much as i enjoy it and love it and it really does make me happy, it feels fake. I can't play any instruments, i can't sing, im far from a good writer, fuck if know anything abt music theory...i literally just click buttons and make sounds on my computer lol. I didn't grow up indulging in art and creativity, i was actually always super bad at it. I wish i had a deeper connection with it. I wish i understood it better. I wish i expressed it better. I wish my ideas were my own. I want to be able to create something that is truly mine without feeling like im a fake.

UHHHH so imma just come on here and vent whenever i feel like i have something i need 2 say. This is intended for the void, if u come across it...cringe.

[breadslic3]

Chapter Five Secret Boss Concept

My chapter 5 secret boss concept:

Name: Amali

Pronouns: She/Her; He/Him; They/It

Backstory: Amali is an amalgate of abandoned toys, that belonged to Catti, Catti loved sewing parts of these toys together, and that's what she created. She later abandoned her toys, including Amali, and the toys were put into the basement. Amali, who was an amalgate of many toys, slowly forgot who they were, and lost their sanity, so they remember nothing good about the Lighteners.

Random quotes:

First interaction:

'Light...ners..? Are you two.... Light...ners...?'

'Hahaha.... It's funny... how you left.... me...'

'...'

'G o a w a y y o u m o n s t e r s'

Dialogue after ending the battle peacefully:

'So....you want to...play with....me?'

'Heh.... maybe...you aren't... that cruel....'

'I.... know how....to help you...three....'

(*You got The Pathed Scarf)

Dialogue after ending the battle by violence:

'Ugh...'

'So Lighteners....never change.....'

'...'

'I hope...you'll get... karma back.... you... cruel monsters....'

(*You got The Spiky Ax)

Some facts:

Amali has Borderline Disorder, and they can't create any platonic relationshis with anyone.

Amali can't feel any love and compassion.

Amali hates Lighteners. They think that they deserve to perish, and that the Lighteners are cruel, heartless beings.

Amali thinks that they're trapped, even though they're free. (An opposite of Jevil)

[azzurra-astra]

Mind you unless I receive multiple asks HERE, anything from a non-Tumblr site is answered in this manner. Names of the non-Tumblr users are kept anonymous out of respect, they’re simply posted here because I’m not sure where they’ll see it.

Q:

“Hey I’m totally sorry if I freaked you out about shipping Pal with Pep! I know it was kinda random! I find myself liking the potential pair vibes cuz it’s really cute and both names include pasta : ( I wanna give her chipmunk cheek a smoochie too omfg”

-

Nah dude, that’s actually perfectly fine, I mean it. I’m genuinely glad there’s like 4 people who like her or find her interesting, I just legit don’t know how she’d react or process that type of relationship. I mean other than outright perishing from embarrassment, doubt, and being worried she���d be a hinderance more than a help, the only positive thing I can see overall is that she’d have her nurturing side. As repeatedly stated, if something bad happened to a person she came to care about or liked, she’ll make whoever caused the issue have an entire fist sandwich. Even though I’ve drawn OCs that kept my interest for like a week as a little kid, I still put my all into thinking up a background for them. *shrug*

I also didn’t expect that sort of response about her from anybody, let alone any at all. I also named her Penne without honestly even thinking of the pasta correlation, originally I almost went with Perogi or Pembroke (?). As for the smooch she’d literally retract into herself with the same level of violence as biting a lemon and hide forever while sputtering, but hey! She’d appreciate it in her own way… eventually! -

Q:

“Also sorry Im high energy! I won’t go back on thinking she’s good for hugs and would make a nice comfort friend/girlfriend, also really like how she’s got this corner for herself too and how is she with other characters? 💕 Have you drawn that??”

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She is supportive and reassuring and is prime hug material, but when doing that sort of Canon x OC stuff you also have to think about any conflict and eventual (if possible depending on severity) resolution, and general domestic behavior, not singularly romantic. She may be sedentary when home and consume a massive amount of carbs (hence the thicc) but she moves like a machine behind the counter because her job demands it, it’s the take-charge side of her she doesn’t believe she has. Yes, Pal is sweet and humble, but the humbleness comes from a place lacking confidence and shame, or believing she’s auto-unlikable so she keeps it on the DL.

As for drawing character interaction, nah, I wouldn’t draw it for all of them, but you can have this!

A peek at part of a panel of the comic I sketched but I want to do better and redraw. Even though it’s platonic, I hope it creams your corn, bakes your bread, water’s your crops, or w/e…. *shrug*

If it’s one thing that bothers the shit out of me when it comes to OC x canon interaction or pairings, it’s that they’re molded with the assumption that they’re going to be friends with everybody (Snow-White-and-the-forest-animals style) and they’re all going to have a crush on the OC or something. That is cause for immediate wince and makes for some hella poor character structure because it’s so one dimensional. You along with another person teased potential friendship-or-more chemistry with her and a few characters (fucking why u guuuyz??? Also thx to the toad for being a bag of foot flakes and teasing about putting her with fake Peppino… may you be cursed to forever taste mustard no matter what you eat), which in itself is fun but doesn’t mean she’s instant friends with everyone.

I have to be clear, there would be characters she wouldn’t get along with at all, just as much as there would be ones that wouldn’t bother her in the slightest and she would regard positively. It’s also normal for characters in relationships to have debates, or disagreements. A friend/lover can do something stupid or chaotic that makes the other character question them, there can be an argument, but ultimately a healthy cool off and forgiveness is a good part of a foundation. Granted, repeat offenses and severity play a big role in whether or not a character can be forgiven, reflective of real life. Also strain can be a complicating constant in a relationship, they’re not always daisies and butterflies.