#it might come up. still deciding. but when it gets to the point in the story where this would happen i will talk about it

[avelera]

(Arcane Meta) The Hexcore was already controlling Viktor in S1

As a follow-up to my post about how the Hexcore's control over Viktor in S2 is probably best compared to the One Ring from Lord of the Rings, in that it magically amplifies desires but to what extent its manipulations could be confused with free will is very hard to determine, I wanted to offer this piece of comparison to Lord of the Rings as further evidence that Viktor is under some level of control from the Hexcore as early as S1.

I was fortunate enough to take a course on Tolkien's works in college and there's one point our professor made that stuck with me. He pointed out that Frodo was always doomed to fail at casting the One Ring into Mt. Doom because he was already unable to do so back at Bag End, before he'd even spent significant time with the Ring.

It's less apparent in the show than in the book, so here's the quote,

"To Frodo's astonishment and distress the wizard threw it suddenly into the middle of a glowing corner of the fire. Frodo gave a cry and groped for the tongs; but Gandalf held him back."

Though his time with the Ring has only barely just begun, already Frodo is distressed at the thought of harm coming to the Ring and is trying to save it, before he even stepped out his door. How then was he ever supposed to throw it into the fire of Mt. Doom after having spent months in close proximity to it?

Well, this moment reminds me rather strikingly of this one:

This is only S1, the corruption of the Hexcore has only spread to Viktor's hands and leg, but it has also just killed Sky right in front of Viktor. He has been weeping on the ground, mourning her when he then resolves to destroy it and rises up, brandishing the stool.

Unlike Frodo, who had no idea what the Ring was at that point and still was distressed by the idea of harm coming to it, Viktor just saw the Hexcore kill someone right in front of him. And yet, like Frodo, he can't bring himself to harm it.

The Hexcore then actually physically shies away from the stool, which is where I get the notion at least that it is sentient, and then because Viktor had the audacity to raise a hand to it and fail to follow through, it knocks him out like a light:

This is why Viktor has to beg Jayce to destroy the Hexcore, and even there he can barely get the words out, and he only makes this request while far away from the lab and the Hexcore.

I would argue that the reason he doesn't explain more to Jayce there is because he might even be unable to, even asking that much might have been a strain. Or, I'll admit, perhaps there's any number of human reasons he didn't, like shame and fear.

Shame and fear that is of course gone by the time the Hexcore has consumed him when he finally tells Jayce what happened to Sky.

I would argue that the look of hopelessness and disappointment on Viktor's face when he decides to leave Jayce isn't because of the weapons blueprints he might have spotted on the lab table. Or at least, it's not only that.

Personally, I see that as Viktor knowing that he was now so physically consumed by the Hexcore he had no hope at all of fighting it anymore. To quote Dr. Jekyll & Mr. Hyde, "I knew myself, at the first breath of this new life, to be more wicked, tenfold more wicked, sold a slave to my original evil..."

So when people ask why Viktor is suddenly going along with everything the Hexcore wants, when before he wanted to destroy it, I would argue this: because it was already infecting him in S1 and in S1 he realized this and begged Jayce to destroy it because he knew it could stop him from doing so already. But because he was unwilling, or unable, to tell Jayce more about why he wanted it destroyed, Jayce instead defied his very strange request and used it to save Viktor's life as they had originally planned.

From that point on, I would argue, Viktor is under the thrall of the Hexcore and is carrying out its virus-like desire to spread itself and grow. I mean, just look at him, it now has consumed nearly every part of his body except his face. By the end, it has taken that from him as well.

Viktor might still have his own intelligence on top of it, but how much is very much the topic of ongoing debate. For the man to say that there is always a choice to suddenly say that there is no choice, the man who tried to destroy the Hexcore now freely spreading its power, and who once lashed out at the very notion of the use of Hextech as weapons making his own army of apex Hextech robots and using the Hexclaw against Jayce, and who looks so horrified at what he has done once the Hexcore's shell has been broken off of him by Ekko's bomb and Jayce's revelations, I would argue that we should assume at least some level of control was overpowering Viktor for much of S2, and that is exactly the fate he was trying to avoid in S1.

[lightlycareless]

just had to get it out of my system 2.0

warnings: none too grave. naoya unintentionally makes you feel insecure about your weight.

Naoya, the I’ve never had an official girlfriend before so I gotta make the best of it, deciding to show off his muscles by carrying you.

Naoya, the doesn’t know how to shut up not even for his own good, unsurprisingly ends up saying insensitive things to you when realizing he can’t carry you as effortlessly as he wanted—and if that wasn’t enough, he also had to be quite dramatic about it.

“Oh, Y/N—! You really have to lay off the mochi!” He jests, finding no unwarranted cruelty behind his words nor the hurt in your eyes as he continued to tease you. “You’re quite heavy—"

Naoya, whom even after you manage to jump down from his grasp and storm away, doesn’t find anything wrong with his actions. His words hadn’t come from genuine malice, after all.

But it’s not until the love-deprived Naoya, the one that quickly had come to realize he couldn’t live without you after seeing you for the first time, suffering the greatest of tortures at your persistent silence, that he finally realizes his mistakes.

That, alongside the consistent threats from your siblings, who were just waiting the slightest mishap on his part to prove their accusations, pushed him to do so.

However, Naoya didn’t even give them chance to retaliate, swiftly showering you with gifts to showcase how regretful he was—and how it was ok for you to indulge in the mochi you’ve dejectedly avoided since then.

And, of course, making it his personal challenge to demonstrate you weren’t too heavy, but rather, he was too weak.

How he managed to do such feat in such little time only serves to refute the misconceptions your siblings and friends had of him (or more like no longer applied) and once more show how utterly devoted, he was to make you happy.

“I need you to help me with something.” Naoya suddenly says, his request, while bold, doesn’t startle you.

“Hm? What is it?” you ask. “Is it paperwork again?”

“No, nothing like that. Just… stay there and—” with one swift movement, Naoya lifts you up, making you squeal and instinctively hold onto his shoulders, a combination of fear and shame envelopes you soon enough where you’re begging him to put you down.

“Please, just—let me go!” but he remains, only to continue surprising you upon realizing he wasn’t carrying you with both his arms, but rather… just one.

It’s confusing to you, to say the least; you didn’t know whether to indulge in your shock and gush at his undeniable improvement— or wonder why he insisted, after all, didn’t he label this endeavor agonizing to perform…?

Naoya wins you to it, however. Concern was written all over your face, there was no way he couldn’t point it out.

“You should know by now that I never back up from a challenge.”

“I didn’t know carrying me was a challenge…” you pout. “Seemed like punishment.”

“Oh, princess, having you like this can only be a pleasure.”

“Alright, alright!” you fluster, urging him again to put you down before a crowd gathers. “If you wanted to show off there were a million other ways to do so… instead of calling me fat and then working out to prove yourself wrong.”

“Fat? I never called you fat.” Per usual Naoya fashion, he would attempt to gaslight you and act as if that sensible moment had been nothing but a figment of your imagination, or, in this case, a misunderstanding. “I meant to say that’s how I get whenever I see you.”

“What? What do you mean that’s how you get? How can you get fat—” the understanding of his subtly crude words suddenly hits you, making the redness in your face burn even brighter as you decisively fight against his hold, just to avoid the embarrassment. “Oh, my god… You’re gross!!”

“Well, you can get as angry as you want, still doesn’t lessen the truth.”

“…When are you ever going to stop being gross?”

For someone like Naoya, you might as well be requesting the impossible.

But who are you kidding? It wouldn’t exactly be your Naoya if you asked him to be literally anything else but his genuine self.

And you’re not that far off either when it comes to perversions, he’d come to learn delightfully so in due time—but that’s a story for another time 😊

he didn't see anything wrong with his words at first until he heard someone (like one of his friends or relatives) say the same thing towards you and THEN was he like UH NO.

:)

[ikbitchssss]

I Just Want Your Heart (Daryl x Half-Walker!Reader)

Warnings/Tags: Major Character Death, Angst, Cussing, Blood, Violence, and Normal TWD stuff. If anymore, please tell me and I'll add it!

Season: In the 30 days between season 3 and 4.

Words: 3K

Plot: Daryl finds a walker, but she can talk. She’s always chewing on gum, and her body is a bit rotten. It’s like she was half dead. He goes ok to help her and take care of her, not knowing why. Until one day, he does something he might regret.

A/N: Hope y'all enjoy;3

(OG BLOG: @idkbishsss)

Daryl Dixon was a man who did not fall in love with anyone. He was a rough around the edges, redneck, quiet, distant, guy. He did not fall in love. He loved only one person, his brother. Lost together somewhere in an apocalypse world and treated him like shit most of the time sure, but he did love him. As much as he wouldn’t admit it because Merle would just scoff and roll his eyes.

Daryl Dixon was not a man of groups. He was a part of one, only because he had to. Merle said it was because they needed him, but Daryl had a feeling that it was because Merle needed them. Daryl didn’t do groups, but he understands the importance of them. As long as they left him only he was okay.

Daryl Dixon was not a family man. He never wanted a family. His only brother was now dead. He didn’t need a family. Sure, he had a small care for the kids in the group, and didn’t want them to die. He would protect them, but it wasn’t his family.

Daryl Dixon was a lair. He was a family man, these people at the prison were his family. It was his group. He lied about it himself and others about those things for sure, but he never lied about not falling in love. Sure he’d love, in like, a family way. He’d never fall in love though, he’d never allow himself to.

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Rick had ordered Daryl to go out and get more fuel for the cars. They were low and needed more for runs. 

Daryl got in a trunk and rode up to a few big ass rich people houses he’d seen a few weeks ago. They had a lot of cars and trucks in the neighborhood, meaning a lotta fuel if no one raided it already. In fact, a few houses were having parties, so there were more than usual for bug neighborhoods.

He pulled up to the first house and went to go get the fuel out of the cars and trucks. Using the classic suck on a hose until you feel like passing out method, he got nothing. Hence the sucking too long. He decided he’d check the houses later if he had time and moved on to the next set of cars and trucks. These ones look promising, and were very promising. Fuel came pouring out like the rain, he filled two gallons worth of gas from four cars and one truck. 

He put those gallons back in the back seat, and went to the truck bed to grab more fuel cans. However, something stopped him, a loud screaming noise. He grabbed his crossbow and looked around for the source. He heard giggling and saw the house it was coming from.

He slowly approached the home with extreme caution. He turned around the halls that lead him to a bedroom. He could hear the smacking of gum coming from the room. A girl was sitting there on the bed. A girl was graying skin, dead walker eyes, and a few broken limbs. You.

You casually popped the bones back into place. You looked over to him and smiled, he drew his crossbow up and pointed it to you.

“Woah! I’m not gonna bite you, I am not like the other ones.” You made a joke out of it while putting your hands up. He was confused, what the hell is happening? Why is a Walker, a dead woman, talking? And why isn’t he shooting it’s head off?

You got up and walked over to him, still with your hands up. Your smile faded and you looked a little nervous. “Look I was freaked out and confused when I woke up and was… somewhat alive. But I don’t hurt people, and it still hurts when you hurt me… so please just let me go…” You begged for your life as if you were human. Daryl didn’t understand, you aren’t human, you barely look human. Well, you didn’t look like a walker, you still had flesh, but still, you looked dead. It freaked him out.

You knew he was freaked out, it was all over his face after you said those words. But honestly? Daryl was more than just freaked out, a small part of him was intrigued. Which wasn’t like him. He wasn’t an intrigued guy, but he wanted to know you, know what happened to you.

“Why’d ya scream?” He asked gruffly. You didn’t expect his voice to be that deep, he must smoke something. 

You wave it off and shrug. “Walker grabbed my leg, forgot they don’t bite me anymore.” He was even more intrigued by this, you were immune? Or just half turned. He knew the group would shoot you as soon as you got close because of what you looked like. He’s had personal experience in that at the fram, but he wanted to know you. 

“Look… I’ll show you the best water and food and well anything you need! In this area and neighborhood… just let me live… please.” As you begged him again he put his crossbow down. He told himself not to, to put it back up, kill you, threaten you. But he didn’t. He just nodded and let you lead the way to show him things.

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You were a talker, and walkers didn’t even look at you when you were being so loud. Daryl found it strangely interesting. He’d never been interested in anyone really, let alone a woman. Yet, there was something about you that made him wonder and think more than he ever let himself before. 

You were showing him a map of the area and places that hadn’t been raided already. “Now there’s a horde here, but when you go just tell me about a week before and I can steer them clear from your path!”

He looked up at you, an expression on his face that could only be described as a little confused. “Now why would ya’ help us..?” He asked, quietly, you guessed he wasn’t much of a talker. 

“Meh! If we are neighbors I have to help you right?” You said it like it was obvious. Like people just help one another in these conditions. “It’s what good neighbors do!” You exclaimed, Daryl just nodded. It wasn’t the old world normal people knew any more, but you act like it. Then again, Daryl didn’t know much of normal, so who was he to judge? Besides, the help would be nice.

You altered your smile, your big grin going away into a slight smile. For a dead girl, you seemed happier than most people. Maybe that was the secret, being dead. But Daryl had people, he wasn’t going to leave them. They needed him just as much as he needed them.

After it was all said and done Daryl went back to getting fuel. You stayed around just kind of watching him. It made him nervous, and he felt a strange new feeling he hadn’t felt before. He wished he could place it, but after years of controlling his emotions, they were all over the place. He didn’t know how to pen point the feeling he felt.

After he was all done with one car, he’d move onto the next one. You’d follow him, just standing around, watching. It almost creeped him out at some points, almost. He wasn’t used to people watching him so closely. Maybe this is how people felt about him. But earlier you were so talkative, and now you just watched, quietly.

He put the last two gallons of fuel in the truck and turned around after closing the door. He jumped a little when he saw you behind him. It wasn’t noticeable to you, just him. You just smiled and put a new piece of gum in your mouth.

“I have to… leave.” He mumbled walking over to the truck door. He glanced back at you, seeing that you were no longer smiling. You stood back, looking back at your house.

“I’ll be back…” He said. He thought he was stupid for saying it, but when he looked up and saw your smile, those thoughts faded into nothing. He pulled out of there immediately, why does he feel this way? Questions plagued his mind as he drove back to the prison.

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He pulled back into the prison and didn’t say a word to anyone, not even to Rick, who’d asked him many questions about the area. He just helped unload his truck and stayed quiet with the small nod a few times. As the sun started to go down over the hills and people started to go inside, Daryl soon followed them. He then walked back into his cell and pulled the thin sheet as a door over the opening.

Daryl put his crossbow down with his stuff. He took his shoes off and threw them next to his boots. Beth found him “nice” sneakers to wear. He only wore them because it made her happy. He took off his vets and threw it on the top bunk

He laid down on the bottom bunk. He was on his back trying to sleep, but he just kept thinking about you. He knew it was a bad idea to think about you this much, but he couldn’t control himself anymore like he used to. You were talkative and almost happy, even though you were dead. 

He has so many questions. Why’d you look freshly dead? Why’d you chew gum? If you bite him, will he turn? Can he even get these answered? Probably not, he’d probably not even go back. A broken promise he gave you based on impulse.

He wasn’t like this. He didn’t let himself be like this, he wasn’t weak. Yet, he was thinking about you. He just wanted to see you, but he won’t let himself. He’s not going to let himself. But then again, what if you didn’t like him?

He switched onto his side and buried the side of his head into his pillow. He groaned, he wasn’t going to sleep with his thoughts racing like this. Why was he so obsessed with you? You weren’t anything other than another traveler he met, a very interesting undead traveler he met. He needed to let it go. 

If he just doesn’t go near the houses, he’d be fine!

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Unfortunately, Rick wanted to go to the houses to raid them. They needed more food and supplies. He was planning everything out for a few days. He told Daryl to lead the car and truck on his motorcycle. 

He led them there but was far ahead. You were out killing walkers and humming. You turned and saw Daryl, you dropped your knife and ran up to his bike. “Hey! You’re back!” You said joyfully. Daryl looked worried.

“My group, they’re gonna be here soon. Ya gotta hide…” he said. You looked confused, as if you didn’t understand that his group could hurt you. He turned over to the car and truck coming in and shoved you in the pile. He killed a walker and put it on top of you. 

You started to breathe heavily. You started to get scared. It reminded you of your death, but Daryl put you here. And you trusted him. He’s the only thing or person that hasn’t tried to kill you.

Daryl said he’d raid your home, as he did half of it already. The rest of the group went into other houses. He waited till they were out of sight and he picked you up from the ground and walked into the house.

“I said hide, girl.” He shoved you on the couch. And sighed. He picked up a few things and shoved them into his bag. One of two lighters, a water bottle, a few canned foods, and a knife. He then sat down next to you. “Won’t take it all from here...” he mumbles looking anywhere but at you.

You just grabbed some gum and chewed on it. Not paying much mind to him. 

“So. Your group. How come I can’t meet them?” You asked like it was urgent, like somehow you needed to meet them right now. 

He mumbled a little to himself before answering, “I don’t know how they’ll react to ya,” he paused and looked at your eyes, yellow and bloodshot, “hell I still don’t really know what to think…” He said with a grunt. You giggled, giggled at him.

He looked confused by it. “I’m a walker, who would know what to think?” You explained. He smiled a little and nodded his head. He guessed he understood that, who would react well? 

You got up and walked up stairs, you came back down with a bag. “Here. My old bag of supplies before I turned, enjoy your raid of my neighborhood stranger.” She smiled and he noticed that you weren’t chewing gum anymore, why?

He looked down and opened the bag, it was full of food and maps. It had a few knives too. He looked up thank you but you were gone, just like that. He missed his chance to talk to you. He just sat there, what was he meant to do? Go look for you? He had a job, raid this place.

He got up and looked through the house a little more, he found some things others could use. He guessed you didn’t use soap or cleaning things, you were dead. He had your bag and another full one of needs and others of wants. Beth and Carl requested things since they are still too young for runs.

He walked back outside and put the stuff in the truck. Rick and Michonne got done with theirs and walked over, same with Maggie and Glenn. A few new guys as well, but Daryl didn’t care to know their names. He should really learn your name.

Also, you weren’t as talkative as last time… why?

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The next time Daryl went on a hunt he stopped by that neighborhood, you were nowhere to be found. You just disappeared into thin air. At a blink of an eye you were gone when he saw you last and you never showed up again. What happened? Did you not like him? Lots of why’s with you.

He looked up and down the neighborhood, but it was no use. He didn’t want to give up. You were so; no. He needed to stop, he couldn’t let himself get this close to you. It almost felt like… love.

What if you were dead? 

That thought hit him when he sat on his bike. Dead. No? You? But it was completely reasonable. You were half walker, you almost blended right in. You could’ve easily been killed by someone. What if it was someone in his group? What if his family killed you? 

No. They aren’t his family and you are nothing to him. You talk together only a few times, yet it felt like he knew you longer. 

He got on his bike and headed back on the open road. He was going to the prison again, he got a few rabbits that would be fine for now. 

The breeze was cold, a nice contrast to the hot sun that beat his pale skin to a tan. He always loved taking these bike rides. They were peaceful, especially when he was stressing about stupid things. No more of that, but there was something he the road

He pressed the brakes, hard. You stood in the middle of the road, scared. He got off his bike and ran to you. The whole, not stressing about things always lasts him two seconds.!“Are you okay?” He said, you hugged him.

“Hey stranger..” You just sobbed into his neck. His beautiful, fleshy, biteable neck. You pushed him away. He was confused, why? Did you really not like him? Is what he feared right?

“I’m going to bite you… I want to bite you… I keep wanting to bite people… I’m freaking out! Gum doesn’t help anymore!”

Daryl grabbed your hand. “Then let’s find some asshole to cure that hunger.” You looked at him like he was crazy. Hell, he knew the plan was crazy, but losing you was crazier. He couldn’t lose you, he loved you. Goddamn it, he fell fast and hard, but he loved you. He really did.

You pulled your hand away from his. He wanted to run and hug you, make you stop running from this, he can handle a bite. “It doesn't work like that! I just got hungrier..” You mumble, you tried it already. It didn’t work. He grabbed your hand.

“I’ll find a way. I need you…” he mumbled that last part but it made your heart break. It happened in three swift moves. He kissed you, you bite his lip, you pull back. It was all so fast that you nor Daryl had time to realize what happened. What you both did. A kiss and a bite.

“Stranger-“ 

“Daryl.”

“Daryl… I, you’ll turn…” You mumble, you’d be crying if your tear ducts worked. Goddamn it, he had a family, you were going to kill him. He nodded and laid his head on yours. “And I’ll be yours…” he mumbles. He knows he’ll miss his family, it’s why he sheds a tear, but he wants to be with you. Maybe you’ll both be half dead. Maybe you’ll find a way to live. Maybe his family will accept you guys.

Daryl Dixon was a man of love. Fast, messy, sweet, heartbreaking love. He’d give the world, he’d give himself, for the one he loved. Over and over and over again. He was a lover, because he allowed himself to fall in love. He was all the things he thought he wasn’t, because he was a liar. But he would no longer be a liar, because he knew he was these things. He was just Daryl Dixon. A very half-dead and in love Daryl Dixon.

[asofspades]

Okay, this is the first part of the shared item analysis for the LU boys, in going to be bringing research that includes not only the existence of the same item either by direct name or function on different games, but also I bring insights into where they're found or how they're obtained when I think it's relevant.

Starting off with the boomerangs, now, Legend (Alttp, OoS), Hyrule (LOZ1) and Four (MC) all have magic boomerangs, they're literally named "Magic Boomerang", while their designs don't look too similar to one another I think we can still consider them to either be Four's magic boomerang changing over time or just the Tingles continued making magic boomerang across the ages (that's how you obtain it in MC).

However, I've noticed (acting like I haven't been in the known since I first played Wind Waker at 15) that Wind's boomerang is quite literally the same as Four's, which makes me think that it might actually be Four's magic boomerang that got to Wind. Here's Four's magic boomerang (MC) and Wind's boomerang (WW):

If you know me you know I think Wind inherited a lot of stuff from Four that he doesn't know about and that he just assumed it was from the Hero of Time because they're called stuff like "Hero's bow" "Hero's Shield" and they only know about time due to how impactful he was for their timeline, yet Four was in fact a hero too, and he comes way before Time so I guess his stories were lost with old Hyrule but some of his items stayed.

Now that we've cracked this conection between Four and Wind, let me make it even clearer with some more examples of items and a little extra fact:

The mirror shield from MC is the exact same you get in Wind Waker, in fact, Hyrule Encyclopedia uses the sprite from Wind Waker for both of them when they want to avoid using the pixelated sprite from Minish Cap, which means Wind currently has in possession Four's mirror shield. Here's both shields in game:

Another thing they share is the small shield, at the begining of the adventure in Minish Cap, Zelda wins Link a small shield, now, in Wind Waker grandma gives Link a shield they keep in their House that belonged to "a hero" (Hero's shield), we all assumed it was the Hero of Time, but actually it has the same design as Four's small shield. Now, I think Wind is actually using the lobster detail shield from Phantom Hourglass in Linked Universe, which is very similar to the small shield, however we can't deny that Wind has inherited a fair share of stuff from four and we're not fully done here yet. Here are the small shield and hero shield from left to right:

Now, another interesting connection I've found between Wind and Four is the bows, in MC you start with a regular bow and upgrade to a Light Bow that shoots light arrows, and if we follow the design it's the same one used in Four swords Adventure by Four but it's also the same as the Hero's bow Wind uses in Wind Waker, which means that he got Four's bow as well and not only that, but the fact that is was a light bow might have helped Wind channel his light energy into it to use it as a light bow as well as a regular bow. Here are the bows for MC and WW:

Now I'm bringing you another item of Four that wind inherited, his Smith's Sword, when you start out the adventure in MC, link's grandpa gives him the sword he made for he winner of the sword tournament, and obviously as the story progresses you switch it for the white sword that ends up becoming the Four Sword. However, it's not out of character to think that Four would've kept that sword like a treasure, it accompanied him at the very beginning of his first adventure and it was made by his grandpa. And now to get to the point, in Wind Waker you're also given a sword by Orca when you start out your adventure, along with he Hero's shield, which is called the Hero's Sword. They're remarkably similar, enough for me to think they're the same and they were kept, wether it is familial bonds that tie Four and Wind or just a family deciding to pay respect and keep the weapons of a previous hero, I like both options. Here's the swords for a side by side comparison:

From left to right: Smith's Sword (MC) Hero's Sword (WW)

And last but not least, this is just a little thing I've noticed but the second link with the most relation to the wind element, using the Ocarina of Wind and having a sword made out of the element of wind among others and a part if him that is the closest to a personalisation of said element, is Four. I just find it cool that they share that connection and frankly offensive that no one else has made it before and there's no fics about it that I know of🥲.

[cheralith]

character ; shidou ryusei || wc ; 690 a/n ; just something i conjured during my lunch break, sorry for any errors!

it wasn't uncommon for artist!shidou to sometimes use you as a reference whenever he was conjuring his latest piece, often finding ease in working with your body than others. you're a long-term friend of his that has seen his creations even before he gained a spotlight from art curators all over the nation and you've seen how his creativity has exponentially flourished through the years. he had gone from a starving artist to being showcased in acclaimed museums and art exhibits in just a few years time and you couldn't be more proud of him.

he likes to use you as a real-life dummy, telling you to come over to his studio so position your body as he pleases. sometimes you'd get stiff and he'd yell at you, frustrated, but you'd turn your nose up and tell him to behave or else you'll leave. that usually puts him back into his place.

he's built his reputation for being rather... eccentric... when he's not calmly creating, so you suppose it just helps his persona image to gain more attention from the public. you blame it on the one showcasing where he was extremely upset that his manager insisted he displayed a certain sculpture he wasn't content with, and ended up completely destroying it amidst the showcase in front of hundreds of people to prove a point.

"here's to the shitheads that think they know art better than the artists themselves," he had heaved, a smirk being thrown at the camera that was showcasing the entire thing live. "i decide what is art. not you."

he's been drawing blanks for awhile now and calls you to come over to his studio after work and you see him preparing a large slab of clay.

"sit," he says, not looking back at you and juts his head to a nearby stool.

"what sort of pose do you need me to do this time?" you ask with a sigh, heaving your workbag down and preparing your limbs to position themselves into whatever awkward position shidou wants.

"nah, nothing of that sort," he shakes his head, "you just gotta sit there and look pretty, doll."

"huh?" you're flabbergasted. you might actually leave the studio without a weird pain in your arms for the first time.

"i'm practicing realism," he says simply. "obviously can't use a flat picture, can't get all the right shadows and angles. so i need a 3d reference."

it struck you as odd shidou was known for his absurd, abstract pieces that seem to defy all the lines that contemporary art has ironically restricted upon itself. his pieces were nothing less of eye-catching, his sculptures often being made out of whatever material shidou could get his hands on, his paintings lively with color and shapes and texture.

but you don't question it any further and sit yourself down in front of him. he goes to touch your face a few times to just analyze its angles and highlights, but the closeness of him making heat rise on your face. he gets to work eventually, starting with your head. and he asks you to come to his studio for a solid week or so, just simply working on nothing else except creating an insanely realistic replica of your face from the slab of clay. you've never seen him so concentrated before on an art piece.

on the last day, where the final touchups have been sealed, you bid him goodbye in the late evening, as he's just cleaning up some minor details. just before you enter your car, however, you groan and realize you had forgotten your phone in his studio and trail back into the building.

when you approach door, however, you peer silently inside just to make sure he's in there and he is.

but he's still, staring at the sculpture at your calm face rather quietly... intently. you open your mouth to say something to alert him you were here to pick up your phone, but words falter when shidou cups your sculpture's face and places his lips on the sculpture's own pair, cold clay lips meeting the warmth of his.

[inkshadow]

"definitely hands on. i like to feel their last breath under my fingertips, you know." admittedly a little morbid but with a softer grin still on his face, he hopes to steer clear of any sort of fear factor. especially as they're starting to wind through the hilly countryside a bit, shrouded in darkness with nothing but bright headlights to guide them through. "you said it was a win-win, i might as well enjoy it, right? well, up until the point you call him dad. that's when i either mute the video or close out of it to finish on my own." because surely she can't expect to send something like that without even a little bit of audience participation, right? hypotheticals will remain hypotheticals, however, so answering his tiny blips of worry is just wasted energy. "yeah? you think so? god, that's really fucking sad in general that someone like me is out here making you feel better. you really don't deserve the ghost treatment, este. you're a lot of fun to be around, you make damn good jokes, and everything's just been real with you. for some reason, that's hard to come across these days. maybe that's why i'm being 'pretty sweet'," jesper remarks back with quotes, just because he doesn't want to get her hopes up just yet. there's always times to make things worse, even if he doesn't mean to at times. "... can i actually ask you the same thing then? why did you decide to come outside to hang out with the guy dating your sister? i thought you'd be happier in your bedroom. i fully expected you to say 'no', honestly."

“i see, so now the truth comes out… out of curiosity, what’s your method? are you like a ghostface guy with a weapon or are you more hands on? i feel like i deserve to know if i’m going to be next on your list.” he does have a point — it could be considered idiotic to go galivanting around with a relative stranger in the middle of the night — but in her defence, stopping at a store to buy her snacks first doesn’t seem like the sort of move a killer would make. then again, she’s no expert. “the immersion? you’re supposed to be proven wrong by the whole thing, not imagining that you’re involved somehow. you should be devastated that i’m about to win again. that’s what it’s all about.” or it was at the beginning, but once again, este finds that their conversation has somehow taken on connotations that nobody else in their position would be allowing. surely it doesn’t count as a true misdeed if it’s not actually going to happen though, right? “oh… i mean, i was having a good time too. obviously. the dinner might have ruined the vibe, but that wasn’t your fault. if anything, you were the one who made what would have been a completely miserable night a little nicer for a while, so… thanks.” taking a bite of another pretzel is a good excuse to stay quiet for a beat so she can gather her own thoughts. “and thanks for checking in. i don’t want to ruin the reputation you’ve built for yourself as an asshole so i’ll stay quiet, but you’ve actually been pretty sweet.”

[acupofinkedblood]

Broker x reader

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• Ah yes, the infamous Broker lurking in the dark with that oh-so-enthusiastic smile of his with eyes piercing through the most well-hidden sign of your soul just for the fun of it. Don’t get me wrong, he’s definitely quite the wild card of an option that one can choose. The real question is: Why? You have so much other options. Of course, we listen and we don’t judge. It’s not everyday for you to see someone pointing at a suspicious smiley dude covered in stitches and say ‘Yeah, that’s the one’ out of the blue. Certainly it’s not that of a common point of view after all. Nonetheless, one gotta gives Broker the credit to have such a way to seize your attention. But then how on the SFOTH’s names do you even manage to get this man to reciprocate his attention to you in such questionable intensity? Nobody will ever be able to answer that at this point

• Anyone with a normal functioning sense of danger can immediately pick up something off about Broker. The real question isn’t why, but rather, how. How on Inpherno did someone like him exist in the first place? Him, the infamous Broker, who has been wanted countless times, faked countless deaths only to come back and cause another havoc. The one who was under the charged of murder, manslaughter, gear laundering and various undocumented crimes — The Broker himself — how did he even do that? Asking that how can Broker be suspicious should be a crime, because what is not even suspicious about him? He always has this shadiness going on even when he is just being friendly. Something about him is just screaming for you to flee for your life, yet you can never see it coming to your direction before it’s too late. Who knows what is being hidden under that smile? One should know better than to be involved with someone like him

• But guess that life is full of surprises. Because you out of all people decide to look at him with a look of longing, which is a contrast to the defensive gaze he usually received from folks around. If anyone who is close to you heard of this, you bet that they would react more than just grabbing your shoulder and shaking you like crazy. That’s not just. criminal, that’s the most wanted criminal that has given the Warden himself a huge headache. To have a crush on someone like him is definitely a worrying sign to witness. And hell, where did you even find him? Broker is everywhere — whether he meant it in a metaphorical or actual sense, you get the point — but to locate him requires a lots of effort. Yet you don’t have to worry about it for too long. In this case, he actually showed himself to you after a short while. You did capture his interest somewhat after all, and knowing Broker, he can’t just miss out this lovely opportunity. Call it a mild entertainment before he actually has something else to do

• Still, it’s better safe than sorry. The Broker, despite coming off as this jovial and lighthearted individual, was wanted for a reason. There was no way he will just interact with someone outside of the cult for the fun of it. Information is what he values most, which is why he stalked most of everyone in Inphernal at this point, maybe including you. It’s all for business. Of course, not for the majority of the time, though you get what one means. It’s really just about the matter of time before he reveals his ulterior motive when putting on that friendly facade. And in this case, surprisingly enough, it’s you. For some reason, you manage to capture his heart — Does he even have one? — in such an old fashioned way as he made it out to be. You might fall first, but the Broker fall for you even deeper than you’d expect. SFOTH above, what have you gotten yourself into?

• Just when he realizes his feelings for you, good luck keeping up with him because he will make it worth every single second he spent around you. To tell if he’s serious or just waltzing around you for sole entertainment is pretty hard at first glance. Each gesture of his will send you into a spiral state of questions on whether or not does he meant it. He’s really a monster and a self-proclaimed romantic guy in combination: A little bit of sweet nothing, lingering gaze, endearing action for your well-being and subtle flirtatious compliments…Enough to make you feel like it might be casual, enough to make you unable to sleep thinking about him. He does know how checkmate you right into the corner of your own mind, remember that. He won’t just tell you right away about how he feels about you right away, oh no no, where’s the fun in that? He will dance around you until he finally feels funny enough to spare you by confessing his actual feelings, but nonetheless, the tease won’t stop just like that even when you’re his

• Of course, how can we ever forget about the Cult of True Eye when talking about him? The Family means a lots to him after all. Just a head up, if you actually want to be his official significant other and get treated like one, you’re going to have to join the cult. It’s the same thing with Scythe all over again: Unless you’re a part of them, you’re not going to stand a chance to be with them in a serious manner. If he actually adores you that much, you bet that he will go all the way to try and convince you to join the cult. With that honey tongue of his, you will get the church’s uniform before you even realize it. But that’s not anything too bad! It’s the start of you and Broker together, it’s definitely a day to celebrate!

• If there is anything you have to pay attention to this questionable existence of an Inphernal, then you have to keep in mind that he’s a businessman at heart. He knows how to put his mind into good use, whether it’s a business’ matter or just something personal that he likes to meddling with. The Broker will offer you all of his, but he also expects the other way around. You can’t just expect him to just invest all of his love for nothing, no? This might sound rather confusing, but just imagine it as this: Unlike how normal relationships occur, a relationship with the Broker feels more like a ‘romantic partnership’ where both parties can be benefited in different aspects. Not just in romantic terms, but also the others. In this case, you have officially become his partner in crimes. A good thing about that if he ever considered that, then it’s the sole evidence of Broker’s trust in you, as he saw you as a serious lover! Being his partner in crimes isn’t that hard too, you will manage somehow

• That isn’t to say your taste in Inphernal folks is bad though, because if one dares say, Broker is surprisingly better than you give him credit for. You’re definitely out of your mind still, but one won’t judge you, of course. You did see the appeal of this man that others failed to acknowledge. As the matter of fact, aside from that eerie vibe he brings to the function, he’s actually pretty pleasant to look at. People are wary of Broker because of how dangerous he can be. But you? You let that fly through your mind the very moment you developed a crush on him. Others might see a manipulative criminal, but all you see is the love of your life in all endearment. Maybe he can be a bit of an oddball, but that’s just one of the quirks you love about him, right? How can you not be swooned by that lovely demeanor of his when he is with you? It definitely makes you feel special genuinely

• Broker can be a gentleman when he feels like it. He has his own charm, and maybe that’s why he manages to do these kind of business smoothly. The Broker has a good way with words, especially when it comes to pursuance. Not just his business connections, but he knows how to use it on you too. Mostly in lighthearted fashion, of course. He knows just what will be the right praise to soothe you even in the toughest of times. He will and is going to be a man of his words about keeping you on your toes with his sweet nothing. It does help whenever you’re in a bad mood, especially when he can throw in some advices of his after calming you down with his affectionate gestures, like holding you or massaging your shoulders. Be assured that he will still keep that playful demeanor around you, it’s never a boring moment with someone like him near you after all!

• You already know that Broker smokes. Compared to the various worse habits he had, this one is by far the tamest of them all. If you want to join him, go ahead! He can always used some company of a loved one while he’s having a moment of peace to his mind. Then again, he can’t help but teasing you slightly when he’s at it. Blowing smoke into your face is one of the good examples. But there’s something about the way he does it: Flirtatious yet so effortlessly with that grin he always wear, it can easily drive you out of your right mind. And just saying, but he will give you a smoke kiss if he picks up the hints that you’re fine with it. You don’t even have to ask for it — though it’ll be funny if you do — he knows how to pick up the hints from your body language. What a guy

• Since he did state that he can’t really feel pain, you can’t help yourself but to wonder if he can feel anything at all. Can he still feel your touch? Feel the way you caress your hand against his skin like how he does to you? Broker will make you guess, of course. Though at the end of the day, he will give you the answer, in a subtle way. He always gives you the hints that he can, but that doesn’t help with that poker face of his whenever he holds you. How curious, isn’t it? You can never know which part of his word to be taken seriously and what not. But judging on how he always seem to unconsciously reach out for you, either to have you sit so close beside him while he keeps a hand on your waist or randomly sneak up from behind to pull you into a tough embrace, you know that you can trust him somewhat when he says he wants to feel you. Even when he brushes it off as a causal thing he always does, he does that only to you in a genuine manner, not out of pleasantries

• But of course, the thing you find odd about Broker is not just that. At least based on physical aspects, aside from his glass eye, the stitches across his body certainly has caught your attention as well, no? This might be a bit eerie to grasp, but have you ever thought about that time Broker joked that most of his body parts — which doesn’t include his head — aren’t even his? Has it occurred to you that it’s not a joke at all? You should have realized that by now due to the difference in each part of his limbs, as if he really sew those up together as a replacement to his old ones. And yes, he can remove it too. Pick your jaw up, darling, that’s not the worst stunt he can pull in front of you in the middle of the day. His limbs are removable. The Broker doesn’t even feel anything when he does that, just pure numbness

• That does remind you of that time when he just pick his limb up after being bashed away to the other side of the room then waving it at you, asking if you know how to sew or stitch stuff for a favor. Safe to say he really owes you a lots of potential medical bills just because of the absurd amount of time he almost gives you a heart attack. There was a time when he jokingly took his head off his neck then brought it to you. Though judging on how you looked like you were that close to pass out, he didn’t do it too often. But of course, the stitching him up part. Broker thinks that it’s cute for you to do it for him. Most of the time he only relies on Medkit — or when Medkit isn’t around, then Scythe — to do that for him. And now he has you, his beloved, how can he skip this precious opportunity? It doesn’t even hurt him after all, more like a spa day in some sense when you’re carefully putting him back together. Honestly, it gives him a sense of fondness when seeing a part of your work engraved on his body

• Listen, he will spoil you rotten, but not in the way you are currently thinking about. Don’t you ever forget that he’s a criminal. If you wish for a fancy dinner with him, then worry not, he will set it up for you in an instant. Not in a restaurant, of course. Probably at home or on top of some rooftop for romantic atmosphere, don’t mind the odd blood stain on the tablecloth though. If you wish for pretty things, then rest assured, he will surprise you with tons more. If you ignore the fact that most of them are stolen items, and don’t think of wearing it out on the public too much, people will definitely notice that you’re wearing a stolen item from a valuable collection. He spoils you by committing even more crimes, both for the thrill of it and to please you. Maybe once in a while he can buy you things properly due to the leftover cash he had after a great investment which he sent back to the cult. The Broker loves you, he will probably take his heart out for you if you asked — fair warning, do not do that — so those things one just mentioned are just some very small things he will do for you

• A reminder that the Broker does have a good sense that of style. Hell, you will be surprised with how well he can put each item together to make a good outfit as if he’s a designer. Let’s not mention the stolen fashionable stuffs for now, because you know too well that he will find more than a way to rock the heck out of those. If you ask him to pick your outfit even just for a casual day, Broker will be delighted to assist you with all he got in mind. He’d love to doll you up if you allowed him to, you’re his upmost darling after all. And he will join you in this runaway model stage of a fever dream too if he feels like a dose of fun chaos. Do you realize that he can dance too? Specially waltzing, so you know you’re in good hand when he starts taking your hand and twirling you around. He has good taste, you can’t really deny it when the result is too obvious in front of your eyes

• If you ever wondered why the hell does your phone bills have increased so much recently, just give Broker a glance and you will figure out why. He’s a busy guy, so that’s his favorite communication style to hear the voice of his beloved. Given how much he has to run back and forth in work, it’s only natural for him to call you from time to time with a jaw dropping frequency. His calling schedule is a bit hard to grasp, but those are enough for your call history to extend like a damn scroll. That’s not even the most questionable thing about Broker and his calls. For some reason, he always find out where you are and ring you a call in the exact spot, even when you haven’t told him where were you heading at. Be it in another region or somewhere remote, if there is a phone, then Broker will have his way to give you a call no matter what

• Broker loves to observe you. There is something about taking note of your expression, your appearance and you sweet little quirks that makes him unable to avert his gaze away from you. Don’t get him wrong, he doesn’t mean it in a creepy way as others made it out to be. It’s the ultimate evidence on how much he wants to mesmerize you in details. What do you usually do when you’re happy? How will your demeanor shift when you’re nervous? Do you lighten up when seeing something you like? So many questions he has for you, and the Broker loves to figure it out all by himself by paying attention to you whenever he can possibly. He loves looking at your direction, even from afar or when you’re beside him. Though he does make it pretty obvious. It’s like he doesn’t even blink when you’re talking to him, but just listen in silence with his eye staring at you, having you as the sole focus at the moment. If he notices that you’re getting flustered just because he’s staring, then that’s just another win for him. He probably loves watching you sleep too but we won’t dwell into that too much

• You are his precious apple of the eye, so don’t be so dumbfounded when he keeps his word about keeping an eye on you for the sake of your safety. If he usually stalks the other Inphernals for the benefit of getting valuable information out of them when they least expect it, then now he has to keep a close eye on you so that he can protect you even when you’re not aware of it. And by that one means, yes, he knows everything about you at this point. From your usual routine of the day to the places you usually spend the majority of your time at, he knows every single details of it. Of course, he means no harm, just wanting to make sure that nothing is out of the ordinary when it comes to you! Besides, you don’t ever have to worry about him not understanding you - he has quite the analytical skills, because based on the information he has collected about you? Yeah, he definitely knows you well like the palm of his hand

• Sometimes there might be a good amount of time for the two of you to be separated from each other. Most of the time the reason will probably be that he’s busy with his duty of serving the church or just his investment in general, but at least he still gives you a call every now and then to check up on his beloved. But if there is a period of time where he hasn’t shown up nor calling out for you like usual, then you should know that he has gotten himself in trouble. In this case, the trouble is involved with the Banland itself. Well, it’s not anything too surprising at this point. Even when Broker dislikes going back, the Warden has dragged him back into his cell enough for him to get used to the whole place by now. He will escape again, you know too well of that. But that still doesn’t stop Scythe to bring you with her on this rescue mission regarding the love of your life though. Despite all the hassle, it’s actually pretty entertaining with how Broker feigns a dramatic gasp when you fish him out of his cell like a damsel in distress. Scythe will pick the two of you up and run for your lives, while Broker will seize this opportunity to be all lovey dobey with you. Nonetheless, the amusement is pretty worthy

• Speaking of that, beware of Banhammer or his teammates when you’re minding your business somewhere outside the closed home sweet home. If you ever join Scythe with said rescue mission, then you have to be prepared for the potential danger of those officers can cause because of how they have seen your faces and features by now. A little bit of caution won’t kill anyone. If things are too tiring, you know that the church will always provide you a place to live. Though with how ran down the facility is at the moment, even Broker won’t recommend it. After all, he lives somewhere else rather than staying at the church like Scythe now. Or at the very least, you can live with him! Just keep your head down if you can. In the very least if you ever get captured, then now you will be the damsel in distress while Broker actively makes attempts to bring you out of it. He can withstand the warden’s wrath, but you can’t. The faster he gets someone to save you, the better. Scythe definitely has to take a wine break after saving your ass too many times, so be careful and don’t get caught

• In any circumstances, do not underestimate this guy because of his joyous demeanor. One beg of you to never make that mistake. Those charges he is guilty of are not for show. He can and will break someone’s bones without hesitation if the situation changes in an unwanted way. Sure, he’d love to negotiate, but not when he’s obviously in the disadvantaged position in the argument. If there is no peaceful way to back out, then alas, violence is his second nature. It’s like a walk in a park for him, considering what had he done numerous times before meeting you. One bids those poor dismembered souls a farewell. He won’t ever do that to you though, that’s a certain fact. Yet he will do it for the sake of your safety. After all, he can’t just let his darling suffer without punishing the one who is responsible for it. Don’t be too surprised if you found out your bully has gone missing the very next day. If you confront the Broker about it, the only answer you will ever get is a smile

• Ironically, you will actually be more than just safe with him around. The Broker has quite the keen eye of predicting the worst scenario, hence he has the backup plan to at least ensure his lover’s safety. He might be unable to seek you out every single time of the day, the church needs him after all. But he does have some “little birdies” accompanying you even when you have no clue about it. He spies with his eye that you have put yourself in such a tight spot, and the next thing you know is that he already has the plan to take you to live somewhere else within his reach so he can protect you better. The Broker doesn’t play around with your safety. He can appear to be pretty careless about it in front of your face, saying you can help yourself out just fine, but in reality? Hell, he worried himself out because of you. And if he’s there snatching you away from unwanted troublemakers? Ignorance is bliss, my dear. You will not like what he is about to do to those people once you turn your back away. Whoever messes with you will be messing with him personally

• By all means, he can be a bit — actually, you already know that’s an understatement, he is more than just a ‘bit’ — unsettling around you. But he means well! After all, everything he does is because of how he genuinely loves you. It’s all for your sake, as how he does make it pretty entertaining for the both of you in this relationship. The Broker adores you will all of his, and the fact that you love him despite all of his quirky little behavior — that will definitely send someone crying like a kid — is already so endearing. So rest assured, he loves you in his very own way - as a partner in crime, as a close companion, and the most importantly, as a lover. Even when he doesn’t show it too much, sometimes even waltz around you like it’s a little stage of his, don’t you ever forget that you mean a lots to him

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

[raileurta]

I don't know of you take suggestions but I saw one of your posts tagged chaos God miko and my brain decided to go what of that was a bit more literal.

Imagine a miko who got exposed to trace amounts of dark energon, not enough to do much damage but more then enough to establish or perhaps reawaken a mental link with unicron.

Imagine a miko who grows up drawn to chaos and mischief, becoming more energetic the more hectic things become and becoming lethargic and tired when things become to peaceful. A miko who always knows things she shouldn't and seems to see your very soul. A miko who grows up lulled to sleep by an ancient voice in her mind telling her stories of distant worlds and singing about the death of empires.

Unicron is only half awake but that is more then enough to chat with his little one and peer through her eyes at the creatures living on him. It's more then enough for him to grow to love his little one as much as a being like him can love. So much so that he decides to take a page out of his brothers book and make her his champion.

The process is slow and painful, it will take years and unimaginable misfortune for her to grow into herself but that gives her more then enough time to seek out the one being on the planet who just might understand her, besides she's curious what her "cousins" are up to.

I do take suggestions!

Your brain is very big and genius right now

The idea of Miko being more chaotic then she already is a pretty scary one lol. Especially if she has some god like powers.

(Finally getting around to answering this months later 😅)

Anyways I imagine she just comes around a bit of dark energon maybe like a spoonful at a really young age. Miko I feel like as a kid would be that person to just eat random stuff. So yeah she ate it. Miko gets very sick from this and is in the hospital for like two weeks. She's mostly unconscious during it and in her dream-like state chats up with Unicron. He's hella confused about this random child and tries everything he can to scare off.

It doesn't work.

So reluctantly he has to deal with her in the mind void. Idk what would be the initial thing that would bring them together (probably extreme violence) but they do become sorta friends. Unicron would deny this though and just says he sees Miko as a pet. Even after Miko is unleashed from the hospital she still regularly visits him in the void. She would learn all types of things from him and vice versa. She teaches him about human stuff, seasons, school ugh, any hobbies she's into, and the horrors of the Internet. He teach her about Cybertronians history, the worlds he's seen, how to make dark matter, his beef with Primus, and horrors beyond comprehension! All around it's a great learning experience for the both of them.

Miko would grow up to be an intelligent but kinda disturbing being. Growing up with the god of chaos and evil in your brain will do that. She would know how to press all the right buttons to set off the prey drive in your brain. Miko also probably at one point or another killed someone too. That person would have obviously been a dick though; she's still got some form of morality.

The process of her becoming a champion would definitely be slow. And torture but worth it in the end. I imagine though she's got cute little horns on her head. She would use magic to disguise them. Maybe some wings too, nothing she can fly with but they're there.

Miko would learn of the transformers and definitely head on over there much to the disagreement of Unicron. I think the matrix would signal to Optimus "Bro watch out for that girl her vibes are seriously off." Optimus doesn't exactly know what's going on but he's keeping an optic out.

This came out more rambley than usually meh.

[super-who-locked-me-in-here]

Okay so I might have fully developed Supernatural brainrot with everything going on but bear with me as I ramble, okay?

So I made this post yesterday freaking out about Jared and Misha guest starring in The Boys s5 at some point, right? And I've come up with the most batshit insane headcanon/theory about what could happen. If it does happen, I might perish. If it doesn't happen, well, at the very least I have the basis for a really cool fanfiction once I finish The Boys and my rewatch of Supernatural. So here's the thing: in Supernatural, Chuck is a writer, right? In the TV series, Sam and Dean find this whole book series based on their lives written under the pen name Carver Edlund and they find out the author is Chuck and they think he's just a prophet but they later find out he's God. And in 15x12 Galaxy Brain, Chuck reveals to a random Radio Shed worker that he's created hundreds of alternate universes where Sam and Dean exist, but the universe that they are currently standing in, that Sam and Dean, they are his favorite. They excite him. They disappoint him. This version of Sam and Dean, our version of Sam and Dean, is his favorite. He then decides that all other versions of Sam and Dean and the stories that he wrote for them in those alternate universes were "failed drafts" and that it was time to "cancel" them. Of course the gang is able to defeat Chuck by the end of the show, but not before he goes on a rampage destroying all these alternate universes and versions of Sam and Dean (and other key story members). However, it is revealed in the prequel show The Winchesters that after Jack was instated as the new God, he reverted the multiverse to its original state.

Which leads me to The Boys.

What if The Boys is one of Chuck's alternate universe's where he's playing with Sam and Dean as his favorite toys, but he decided to really spice things up in this one, so they aren't even Sam and Dean, they're Sam and Dean playing other characters that Chuck has designed? I mean, we're looking at Jared, Misha, and Jensen all working together in the final season of The Boys, I don't see why this couldn't happen. You could argue that Vought Rising could get in the way of that happening but that's going to be a prequel series. There's no telling what Jared and Misha's roles are going to be in The Boys and when in s5 they'll show up and what will happen after the show. What I'm implying is that this is our segue into Supernatural s16. Because what if The Boys was Chuck's backup Sam and Dean? What leads me specifically to question this (aside from the fact that it's another Eric Kripke show and we're getting a Team Free Will team up) is an interaction in Supernatural 3x10 Dream a Little Dream of Me. While helping Bobby in his comatose state, Dean runs into a nightmarish demon version of himself that prods at his deepest insecurities. The interaction goes as follows: "I mean after all, you got nothing outside of Sam. You are nothing. You're as mindless and obedient as an attack dog." "That's not true..." "No? What are the things that you want? What are the things that you dream? I mean your car? That's Dad's. Your favorite leather jacket? Dad's. Your music? Dad's...do you even have an original thought? No. No all there is is 'Watch out for Sammy! Watch after your little brother boy!' You can still hear your dad's voice in your head can't you? Clear as a bell..." "Just shut up." "Think about it...all he ever did was train you, boss you around; but Sam? Sam he doted on. Sam he loved." "You made it. I'm getting angry." "Dad knew who you really were...a good soldier and nothing else...Daddy's blunt little instrument. Your own father didn't care if you lived or died, WHY SHOULD YOU?!" (Part 2 in reblogs bc of character count)

[wannabanauthor]

Now I don’t know if I’m trying to manipulate myself, but the more time has passed since the BuckTommy breakup, the more I’m excited for potential messiness if Tommy comes back.

Note: this only applies to the potential of Tim and the writers getting them back together. If Tommy never comes back, fuck everyone and their momma.

Buck is one of the main characters and Tommy isn’t, so the relationship looking one-sided could be practical or intentional. We don’t know at this point.

But I feel like Tommy maybe fell in love with Buck and didn’t realize it until it was too late, and the best thing he could do for himself was to walk away.

Because as much as Tommy tries to be honest and realistic with Buck, he’s the one who charmed the pants off Buck. Tommy made the first official move, and then the second, and gave things another try with Buck, and was consistently acting like a perfect boyfriend.

My thought process is “why not husband if husband-shaped?” Tommy was putting forth this persona of a good partner, and then pulled away once Buck felt comfortable moving things forward.

And that’s what gets me angry. Tommy intentionally sought Buck out after the basketball game, kissed him, asked him out, then gave Buck a second try, dated him for 6+ months, then ended things.

My point is Tommy was going beyond what he needed to be a good boyfriend, and yet he was surprised that Buck held him to that and wanted to be more serious.

It’s probably just the writing, but it irritates me that they went from talking about deep personal stuff in Season 7 to not even knowing each other’s sexuality, exes, or that Buck dislikes basketball in Season 8.

And as always I completely forget what the point of this post is. Oh, yeah, potential messiness.

Because what if post-breakup, Buck and Tommy start hooking up with no strings attached. Buck thinks it’s a good idea because he can at least be with Tommy in some way, and what if Tommy feels the exact same way. They could both be pining for each other while also piping each other.

Hell, we could even throw in an old cliche trope of “no kissing” because kissing could be a sign of intimacy, and they’re not ready for that.

And maybe it makes for some comedic scenes in the show. Maybe Buck and Tommy are trying to avoid anyone else finding out, but the FireFam are suspicious that Buck has stopped talking about Tommy altogether after pining for weeks.

Even better, what if Buck and Tommy run into each other at Eddie’s farewell house party? And everyone assumes it’s going to be awkward because they don’t know that Buck and Tommy are still fucking.

And once Buck and Tommy barely interact with each other at the gathering, the FireFam now have some circumstantial evidence about the two of them. Their suspicions grow when they see Buck and Tommy actively avoiding each other, and it’s not the usual type of avoiding the ex scenario.

So maybe a day or two later in a non-Buck group chat, Eddie is happy that Buck and Tommy can be together in the same room with no drama. Only for Hen and Chimney to rain on his parade with the texts saying something like “they’ve been secretly seeing each other since the breakup”, but they don’t know the details.

So one day, Eddie tries to bring it up by inviting Tommy and Buck to a Zoom call. Eddie says “hey, the rest of the gang thinks you’re dating again, so you might want to set that straight for them before it spirals into a thing”

And Buck and Tommy are dead silent, and Eddie realizes. “No way, you couldn’t have told me?!”

“Well, we’re not dating,” Tommy says.

Buck is a little hurt but it’s the truth.

So Eddie says “if you’re hooking up, you might as well date again. Same perks plus cuddles and spending time with each other.”

Tommy abruptly leaves the Zoom, and Buck looks like he might cry. Eddie tries to cheer him up, but Buck starts crying.

Then Buck hears someone knocking on his door. It’s Tommy. Eddie’s still on Zoom, so he gets to watch and record them deciding to get back together. Win-win for everyone.

[mattslilies]

... barista!chris and academic weapon!reader meeting for the first time ...

warnings: none!

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college was stressful, to put it extremely lightly. you had always been a high achiever, and you had never been the one to skip class or assignments, putting so much of your self worth onto your grades.

where most people burned out their senior year of high school or their freshman year of college, you were still going strong, showing no signs of that happening.

in a blink of an eye, half of your first semester was over, and midterms were rapidly approaching. you had spent so many hours in your dorm room, or in the study lounges at the library, bent over your computer, and today you had decided you needed to sit somewhere else. a change of scenery for once, to help clear your mind.

the city you lived in was walkable, as most popular areas in California are, and you had seen a corner cafe as you had been out exploring during your first week there. you'd never gone in, having never had the time, but decided that now was better than never.

getting to walk outside and feel fresh air without being stressed about making it to class on time was a welcome feeling, and it was nice enough outside that the walk was enjoyable. quickly making it to the small cafe, you opened the door, hearing a gentle ding from above your head, signaling your entrance.

a few people behind the counter glanced up at you, not pausing what they were doing, before continuing to finish making the drink or icing the pastry they had been working on. you noticed that one boy's eyes lingered a little longer on you than the others, but eventually, he too tore his gaze away, and you didn't think any more of it.

finding a free table, you sat down, and spread out all of your notebooks, textbooks, and plugged your laptop in to charge, getting back to work. even though you hadn't ordered anything, it was nice to have a change of pace, and be working in a different environment. plus, the shop smelled really good, which helped you relax.

you focused in on your work, the world around you fading into a fuzzy background noise, not paying too much attention to anything.

if you had, you would've seen that the one barista who had been looking at you when you walked in couldn't keep his eyes off of you.

it wasn't until a cup was placed down in front of you that you were ripped out of your thoughts, glancing up to see a stranger standing there. pulling your headphones off of one ear, the confused look on your face prompted them to speak, pointing behind the counter.

"he asked me to give this to you."

you looked over, immediately figuring out which one they were speaking about, as he gave you a small smile and a wave. you instinctively smiled back before he returned to work.

you picked up the cup, unsure of what was in it, and as you turned it around in your hands, you noticed a small note on the side of it, scribbled in what appeared to be black sharpie.

"you look stressed, figured this might help. :)"

his handwriting was a mess, but so was yours, so you found it endearing. he'd gone with a basic choice, just a cup of hot chocolate, not wanting to give you something you wouldn't like.

after finishing your work, you left, not failing to notice his eyes on you. you'd definitely be coming back soon.

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[awardenandacrow]

SNIPPET 49

[Lucanis *almost* apologizes for the almost kiss]

PLEASE NOTE: I’ve decided to alter the timeline a bit from how it plays out in-game because the almost kiss happening AFTER Blood Bath was actually totally screwing everything up. So. For the purposes of the fic, the official timeline is The Cauldron —> the almost kiss —> this snippet —> Lucanis has a nightmare before Blood Bath (snippet 31) —> Blood bath

I wrote this snippet yesterday in a migraine-fueled haze and then logged onto tumblr and the first post I saw was @foxxology ‘s clingy demon art and I laughed because the Spite-invading-Rook’s-personal-space vibes were clearly universal.

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“Where are we on Zara?” Rook asked him, coming around the table and sitting back against it, across from the opposite side of the fireplace. So she still didn’t want to stand too close to him. She turned her head towards him, craning her neck somewhat to be able to hear and see him best.

Lucanis hesitated with his coffee cup at his lips. “I — forgive me. I was unsure if you would still…”

He trailed off as his attention was captured by Spite, behaving his worst. The demon sidled over to stand in front of Rook, leaning over towards her, his face near her exposed neck. He looked over his shoulder at Lucanis with a devilish smirk.

“Lucanis,” Rook said solemnly, and his eyes flicked from Spite to her face. “No matter what happens, I’m here for you. Okay?”

COULD APOLOGIZE. TO HER, Spite’s grin widened. LIKE THIS. He leaned in, his purplish lips practically brushing her skin.

“Mierda, Spite,” Lucanis snapped, setting his coffee sharply down on the table. “Could you not?”

“What did he say?” Rook asked, wholly unaware that he stood practically between her legs. Lucanis swallowed thickly.

“He is just being… difficult.”

JUST REMINDING YOU. WHAT YOU. *WANT.*

Lucanis swallowed again. It might be useless at this point to deny the demon was right. Hadn’t he admitted as much to Neve?

Wanting and deserving were two very different things.

“Oh.”

Lucanis struggled with what to say next. Being alone in the same room with her again, finally, was harder than he’d anticipated.

“I actually… have Zara’s location,” he said finally. “I was… going to go tomorrow night.”

���Oh,” Rook said again, her expression stricken. “I see. You’re… going without me. Please tell me you’re not going to go alone?”

“No,” he shook his head. “I had asked Lace… and Davrin.”

Rook sucked in a breath and gripped the edge of the table. “Oh.”

“Rook, I…” he began.

“Lucanis,” she cut him off. “I understand if you… don’t want to be around me.”

She… *that* was what she thought? *She’d* been avoiding *him!*

“But I know what you’re doing. You chose the two people on this team you *know* won’t hesitate…” she swallowed and looked away, her brow furrowing. “If Spite gets out of hand.”

Lucanis felt his eyes widen, and he shifted his weight from one foot to the other uncomfortably. “I did not realize I was so transparent.”

“You are to me,” Rook murmured, so softly he almost didn’t catch it.

“Rook, I…” he tried. Cleared his throat. “If I could…”

She lifted her eyes from the floor, catching him in that soft, purple gaze. A shiver ran down his spine.

TELL. HER! Spite snapped in his ear.

“I want…” Lucanis tried again. It felt as though his ribcage were shrinking around his lungs. His throat was tight. He dropped his gaze from hers and lost his nerve. “Forgive me. I’m not certain what I wish to say.”

Spite growled in frustration and stalked off towards the pantry.

“There’s nothing to forgive, Lucanis,” Rook said gently, but when he looked at her again, her face told a different story. “But will you *please* let me help you with Zara?”

He nodded. “Of course.”

“And…” she hesitated. “Would you be okay if I asked *Emmrich* to come along? As a compromise? He can hear Spite, and his expertise with spirits in general could help… if something *does* happen.”

Lucanis saw the wisdom in her request. Emmrich may be ruled by his heart, but he was a sensible man — and protective of Rook. He would not hesitate to corral Spite… or whatever else might be necessary.

He could not trust Rook to take him out, he knew. She would do everything possible to save him — and Spite. The thought was both troubling and exhilarating… and it overrode his self control. He found himself, as he so often did, drawn to her, closing the distance between them without realizing he’d made the decision to do so. He was excruciatingly aware of his own knee insinuating itself between hers. His mind was clouded, Spite’s suggestion of a *physical* apology seeming less like a terrible idea as she lifted her face back up to his, her eyes dewey and her lips slightly parted.

The dining hall doors opened, and Lucanis instinctively pulled away. Mierda, what *was* he thinking?

[boobsoutforbeeduo]

So putting a cut here- long(ish) post below!! Character/design/backstory/AU in general notes

So, his parents are Boom!Sonic and Boom!Shadow. About 5 years after Boom ended, Sonic started to get REALLY unhappy. He felt alone and worthless, and was upset that no matter how hard he tried he just had to do the same things over and over.

After some time - and note that after the show ended the group befriended Shadow, but Sonic started self isolating and never got to know him too well - Shadow decided that Sonic's almost constant depression and drug use (to take the edge off the depression and severe burnout) was relatively similar to how he felt/acted after he lost Maria. As much as he didn't want to let down his image of being 'mysterious and edgy' he eventually just felt bad. He felt bad knowing what Sonic was going through and how he felt; but he hadn't even bothered to help. So he finally decided to.

After months of trying to help, Shadow finally got through to him. Sonic opened up, and very slowly but surely started getting better, which yes, it took over two years, yes both him and Shadow were very reluctant, and yes Shadow was more vulnerable than he would ever tell anyone, but in the end Sonic was no longer using such terrible coping mechanisms, and alongside that - apart from smaller, more manageable depressive episodes - Sonic was happy, too.

Pretty soon once the two are both in better mindsets, and after Sonic has gotten back in touch with his friends and rekindled those friendships (though his friends were very reluctant to leave him alone at first, and only stopped once Sonic started having violent outbursts - yet still spending days with him trying to help, not knowing how) Sonic and Shadow start dating.

They are pretty consistent for a while, long enough for them to both move in to Sonic's house and for them to realize they truly loved eachother, and they soon get married after that point.

About a year down the line, things are going great, and Sonic finds out he's pregnant (in my AUs Sonic is transmasc, and Shadow is agender/nb but uses he/they) and, though not planned, the couple aren't against having a child, and so, Mistral is born.

He is raised quite happy, and by two very loving parents who love eachother, but once he is a bit older he feels distanced and he feels broken - much like Sonic and Shadow had both felt years prior. He gets extremely depressed, not by a specific cause, and his parents aren't sure what to do for help. Yes, they had helped each other countless times, but the ways they helped each other didn't help their kid.

On Mistral's 13th birthday Sonic gifts him his old bandana, which was once one of his most prized possessions. Mistral loves it - so simply as for the sentiment itself - and wears it all the time. He doesn't get better, no, but he finally starts getting along with the children of his parent's friends, and things get more easy. Instead of constant dark he has something worth it, and alike his parents, he might feel depressed sometimes - and that's very often for him - but he knows its not all bad, and even when the self isolation gets to a point in which he feels alone around the people he loves most, he lets himself be pulled out of the dark.

And yeah, it comes with an edgy phase - must be smth genetic passed down from Shadow - but he gets better. And he gets happier.

Design notes time!!

he has more red spotting than Shadow, because from that side of the family he got more prominent Black Arms features. This - alongside his ADHD - is part of why his sensory issues are so bad. And the reason his blood/claws are green.

He has VERY pointy quills! Even when he trims them, they are still very pointy and noticeable vs his fur.

If you were to look under his fur you would see dozens of almost invisible scars. When he was younger and ran races with his dads he was VERY clumsy! He got into so many accidents.

He has really noticeable fangs! He tries not to let them be seen since his dads always pride him on how adorable they are, but they are really big fangs! His friends joke he is a vampire.

His red markings are more pink than red - he tried dying them in the past, but ended up having purple fur, which was unfortunate because purple is his least favorite color.

Sonadow fanchild ❤ should I make him my sonic sona? 👀

[deoidesign]

Can you make a tutorial on how you world build and make ocs? I can't seem to make any people in my brain, but then when I try to come up with environments jobs, beliefs and little details to slowly come up with someone, I think: well I don't really know how people have influenced the world- it's a weird loop

To be honest, I don't think I can! Writing is an extremely personal process. The way I write is directly related to how I process things, what I find important in stories, years of my own analysis of my and other's writing, etc... The way you write will be unique to you, as well. But I can explain how I personally think of it.

The short answer:

Write. Write anything and everything, it's a tool to explore your ideas. Analyze your own writing, and write more. Then, as you discover which ideas you want to develop, write more to explore them more. You won't know what you want otherwise!

The long answer:

I think this kind of loop is common. It's easy to feel like everything needs to be done "at once," because our job as writers is to make elements logically fit with each other for our readers. But as you've discovered, developing multiple elements simultaneously isn't really possible, or at least is extremely difficult.

Personally, when I think of writing, I break it into three major elements; characters, world, and plot. As much as possible every scene explores one or more of these, and as much as possible these three things tie back into what I personally consider most important: theme.

Everything I do is in service of the themes I want to present. Without them my events feel aimless. It can take a while to discover them, but they're the core of my work. You will have to discover what you feel is the core of yours. Analyzing other media helps with this too.

Concepts in your brain exist in a state of infinite potential. But when you start writing you have to start making choices, which removes potential as you move forward... But you have to move forward anyways. If there's ideas you want to explore later, you can always explore them later.

What this ends up meaning, to answer your question, is that I don't think of my characters as "people in my brain" or my worlds as something people have influenced... Not at their core, at least. They are tools that I use to represent specific ideas. Obviously they're also my blorbos, but mostly they're serving a specific narrative purpose.

So above all else... Write. Write, and discover what you're writing about, and then start over and write with that in mind. Keep doing this. But you have to write!

[cuteniaarts]

@katkastrofa, circa 40-ish hours ago: Hey, what if our newest bunch of OCs adopted a baby from one of the other brothel girls who knew she couldn’t afford to raise one? That would make for some fun shenanigans :D

Me, with a notoriously non existent sleep schedule, instinct of self preservation or concern for my poor wrist: Alright, bet. Watch how fast I can make you fall in love with this hypothetical baby >:)

Daneli as a gentle and loving caretaker-turned-adoptive-mother is something that can be So Personal, actually, and originally I was going to leave it at this quick sketch, but then I got carried away thinking about what this child will grow up to be like raised by this little gang of misfits, so…

Here she is!! A little older and so, so beautiful, I need more of her in my life immediately, she’s way too precious

And, because I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t also add a sapphic element to this absolute cinnamon roll, a small crack ship that I’m only half serious about for when she’s a little older still:

All in all, we may be getting impossibly far from canon, but I for one already cannot get enough of sweet darling Kumisai <3

(I fully drew three pieces from scratch in 9 hours I cannot feel my brain or my hands anymore send help)

[fefairys]

lost maid cafe episode

read psy!!!