#it’s either because I only know how to draw like 3 locations or because this is a significant location in their story

[diorgirl444]

you’ve got mail or a dallas winston x reader prison penpal au…

warnings: bad writing?, um swearing i guess, fem! reader, set after the events of the novel, brief mentions of period typical prison violence, 3.1k words <3

also if people like this au i’d be happy to write more drabbles for it if they wanna send requests in!

to be completely honest dallas winston has no idea why he signs up for the penpal program in the first place.

he knows why the other men do - “hope to get a pretty thing who sends me real nice pictures” “yeah bet she’ll be a real betty” and he nods and guffaws like the rest of them but the real reason is a lot harder to think about.

he tells himself that it’s the boredom which is partially true. he isn’t the kind who thrives of the dull monotony of prison life the way some men do. knowing what’s about to happen everyday makes him feel strangled, makes him feel suffocated and like a cog in this endless machine of the corrupt federal system of Oklahoma.

but in the smallest part of him, the part that nobody will ever see or hear from he thinks the reason might be a bit simpler. that he just wants to remember that there are nice things out there. way, way out there. things that feel pink and golden and light the way ponyboy said there was. things like cinemas and banana splits and the cool silk of girls underwear and cigarettes that you don’t have to loose part of yourself to get. it’s not his first time in a prison, hell he attends prisons the way most people attend schools but now johnny’s gone it certainly feels like his longest sentence.

so he goes to the stupid meeting, walks along the corridor to with an officer and a gun at his heels and sits down at the scratched desk that feels altogether too small for his body. glancing around the room he’s struck by all the different sorts of men sat there: tall men, short men, old men, young men, innocent men, guilty men and he wonders where that puts him. what draws all these men together though is the hope - he can see it glinting in their hollow eyes,desperate, hungry hope.

the kind of hope you’d kill for.

the officer at the front rattles off rules though it’s clear he’s rather be anywhere else

1. no asking incriminating things like names or locations

2. no asking for things like pictures or cigarettes. if the person chooses to send it to you it’s different but you can’t ask for it

3. no using it to contact any gang friends

and that’s it, with the strict reminder that every letter is examined before being sent.

in that all too small desk he writes:

hi you,

if you’s one of those freaks writing hoping to get to talk to a real sicko you’re about to be real disappointed. mine was a real simple issue with the fucking asshole sorry we’re not supposed to say stuff like that. what i mean is i’m in here because of a little falling out with the cops. so yeah don’t be sending me vials of your blood or any witchy crap like that because i don’t want it. a pack of kools wouldn’t go remissed if you’s offering though.

i kinda wonder if we ever met before i was locked up but i doubt it. most people i know either already know someone locked up that is if they haven’t been in the jailhouse themselves so they probably wouldn’t be writing to some inmate. nah my guess is your some bleeding heart beatnik who wants to know what’s really going on behind the bars. good old commie bs. still i’d like to hear from you, don’t let my words fool you. i may be an ass but i’m a bored one so i’ll pretty much take anything.

anyways i think i’m supposed to tell you about myself or something like that so i guess i’ll do that. i like the band the monkees, paul newman because he just gets it, dairy queen sundaes, mustangs and the smell of cheap beer. christ how i miss ice cold beer, you don’t know what it’s like only get stale water and moulding milk with every meal. i’m telling you go and crack a beer open right now, one for me. also in your letter back to me tell me what stuff you like. and if you’re a guy or a girl… can’t blame a guy for wanting to know that.

thanks,

inmate 4175

he can’t lie he’s curious and strangely excited to hear from his penpal. some guys he knows have already got there’s and yeah it’s pretty infuriating the way they brag and preen about there’s. it’s even more infuriating the way his stomach sinks at breakfast every morning when there’s nothing on his bench.

but then on a rainy friday morning, he gets his letter. he wants to save it till he’s alone but patience has never been his strong suit and so he tears into reminiscent of the way a wolf hungrily tears through flesh.

dear inmate 4157,

glad to report that i have no evil powers that you need to be on the look-out for nor sick fascination of criminals (i could barely get through psycho) and most mention of any gore has me hiding my face in my hands. which now that i think about it probably isn’t the best thing to tell a criminal… but then again i don’t wanna think of you as a criminal which is silly i know but criminal is such a nasty word. it makes it sound like you did something completely wrong which i’m certain for most cases i simply isn’t that cut and dry. does that make me naive? maybe but i don’t mind.

and ouch bleeding heart beatnik that was kinda mean don’t you think? whilst i wouldn’t consider myself a beatnik, i like the colour pink too much to dedicate myself to that lifestyle, i don’t think there’s anything wrong with having empathy! that was part of the reason when i saw the flyer about the program i couldn’t help but sign up. it sounds kinda strange but i thought i could kinda connect with you. i like my life i do but it’s very ‘samey’ i talk to the same girls everyday, we all have the same opinions on things, we all go out with the same boys and are all planning on going to the same colleges as our parents. which is nice i mean i’m lucky, far luckier than most in fact but i can’t help feeling dissatisfied. the one girl i know who did break out of the box now refuses to talk about it and acts us if last year didn’t happen. secretly i’m jealous i wish i was as brave as her.

j guess this is me breaking out / rebelling in my own way, in my bedroom lit by candles writing a letter to convict which i suppose will do for now. maybe if we meet when you get out you’ll like teach me how to rob a store or something (joking!!!) and sorry i don’t fancy a beer! anyways i got side tracked from what the actual letter was supposed to be about so to answer your questions i’m a girl if that wasn’t obvious enough already and to answer whatever question you might be wondering next - no i won’t send you any pictures. but for likes, my favourite band is the beach boys (don’t laugh even though i bet you want to), audrey hepburn because she just gets it!!!!, vanilla milkshakes, peonies and the smell of the ground after it rains. i’ll stop it here though because my letter has turned out so much longer then yours so sorry about that.

bye for now,

a friend <3

the letter is - the letter is so nice which he knows sounds ridiculous but it’s true. there’s hardly anything nice in his life right now but this is truly nice. he can imagine the sort of girl that would write a letter like that, pretty and sweet and clever. the exact kind of girls who would never so much as look at him on the outside let alone talk to him and instead here she is spilling her guts out. he reads it over and over tucking into against his undershirt so that nobody else can read it. then he sets to work writing his response.

dear a friend,

is that what we’re calling each other now? pals are we? i’d tell you that’s pretty dumb of you but you’ve made it pretty clear that you’re aware so i guess it’s alright. you probably need someone to take care of you, one day someone’s gonna try and take advantage of that thing you call optimism. so just be on your guard okay? but and even though it’s the same kinda thing it did make me smile to read that you don’t think criminal means fully guilty or whatever. not many people look at it like that, the jury certainly didn’t.

on the whole your life being “samey” thing i would tell you to embrace it, that at least it sounds like you’re well provided for and looked after. the truth is though reading what you said about it makes me not think that at all. because what kinda life is it if it’s living you and not the other way. my life was the opposite of that, it was wild and chaotic but it was mine. you should do something wild, doesn’t have to be big like stealing from a store (might hold you to that offer) but you should do something. i dare you to do something and then you have to write and tell me what it was. i’m living through you right now after all.

and yeah i think i worked out that you were a girl the second you started your letter with dear. that’s a dead giveaway. anyways wasn’t gonna ask for pictures, i can already tell you’re pretty just from the things you say you like. the beach boys might need a rethink if you ask me. i mean you got the beatles and the rolling stones and you choose some guys with stupid soc haircuts and striped shorts who sing about going surfing and cars…. i’d sort that if i were you. peonies were something i’d never heard of before your letter so i visited the library here, my first time ever going in that dusty old building, and i asked the guy what they were. he just threw this yellowing book on the table in front of me and said “picture in there”. i learnt that they’re those fluffy ones that grow on big bushes. i’d seen them before. i used to pass pink ones growing in front of this masisve old white house on the nice side of town. never saw the people inside it which is good because they were probably they were probably a bunch of preppies too scared to even look at a greaser. but i mean part of me wonders if we weren’t writing to each other would you even look at me? ignore me, being in prison so long has got me overthinking stuff.

bye,

inmate 4175

which begins the friendly correspondence of dallas winston and his mystery girl. what’s great about writing to her is there’s no societal pressures, though he’s gathered she’s a soc, or worries about matching how people think guys like dallas winston should act. they talk about anything and everything and he hoards whatever he learns about her like its the most valuable jewel.

“grandiose gestures are so wonderful, i think if you were out i’d be you a bouquet of cigarettes. how’d you like that inmate 4157?”

“i think things are getting better on the outside. still your lot had a right to be angry considering the way my lot screwed them over”

“i want, no i beg even for you to give the beach boys another try. don’t worry baby is the most gorgeous song in the entire world”

and she sends things too, sweetheart that she is, packs of cigarettes, those caramels that old women keep in pockets, polaroids of her dog françoise and posters of movies that he’s mentioned liking tied up with pretty pink ribbon. he thinks johnny would of liked her, yeah johnny would of liked little miss optimism that’s for sure. every letter from her is carefully tucked away from his bunk mate and though the guys tease him, he’ll never let them read her words. the only person he tells about her properly is ponyboy when he visits.

“no i don’t think you understand kid if this girl is even half as pretty as a box of matchsticks i’d be crazy not to turn my life around and marry her in some dinky chapel out west” he whispers passionately to ponyboy one one of his visits, glancing around to make sure no one head such a soft statement and anxiously running his hands through his cropped too short hair.

ponyboy just grins, bemused at how these letters has reduced his friend to a different man altogether. “must be a pretty special girl then” he drawls knowingly.

but the letters continue, sweet as anything and then she asks something especially wonderful.

dear inmate 4157,

this isn’t my best letter. i haven’t got anything special to tell you about but i wanted to write because the truth is i’ve grown to love writing to you more than nearly anything else. you are the rebellion in my life, i hope you don’t mind and i hope you understand. most of friends don’t, they think i must be crazy to write to some greaser convict. my father kinda think your okay though so i guess that’s kinda good. anyways i’m getting sidetracked. the real reason i’m writing now is because i wondered if i could come visit you?

it’s okay if not but i desperately want to. to see you, to hear your voice, maybe take your hand if that’s allowed. i’ve imagined it all lots but i can never get it right in my head. i mean how can you imagine someone who you’ve never met but seem to know more intimately then anyone else. i hope you feel the same, i hope you aren’t dreadfully disappointed by what you see. i’ve been more hopeful then i ought to be about something that i don’t want to have to write. i want to say it to you face to face. i hope that’s okay.

yours,

your dear friend <3

it’s right at the end and beside it there a few scribbled out words as if she overthought it again and again before finally settling on asking. his letter back is short, he wants it sent as quick as possible. and to her question it says “yes”

he awaits that visit with ther nerves of a schoolboy awaiting a test, pacing his cell, splashing cool water on his face and making sure the dull grey of his jumpsuit is unbuttoned just enough to see his vest and st christopher. the bang of the guard’s truncheon against the metal of his cell bars breaks him out of it.

“out you go winston” grunts the man as dallas is carted along the corridor like cattle but all is forgotten when he sees her sat at his table.

he knew she’d be pretty but christ.

she looks too good to be sat there, her floral dress splayed out prettily as she sits, hands nervously clasping at the fabric and her hair framing her face like a dream. her expression softens into a surprises smile when she sees him sit opposite.

“dallas winston” she says quietly and his own eyes widen.

“you know who i am? thought i was supposed to tell you that angel” he says in quiet disbelief.

she laughs softly, idly wonders if he could tuck the sound beside her letter in his vest.

“oh no it’s just that everyone in tulsa knew you. i didn’t realise it was you i was writing to. goodness i probably bored you half to death with all my ramblings about flowers and whatever else i was blabbering about” she says chewing on her lip, shy expression on her features but he just shakes his head.

“nah doll i liked hearing about your world, the things that mattered to you. all flowers and shit” and he means it, desperately but even if he didn’t it’d be worth it to see the way her face lights up. she introduces herself, and “isn’t that funny?” he thinks. that to know someone the way he knows her and yet to not even know her name.

then she’s looking at him again, eyes wide and hopeful before speaking and her hands now toy with a silver locket at her neck “well that’s - um - that’s good. the thing that i wanted to talk to you about - well the thing i was hopeful about - about you was that maybe um - i could write to you not just as friend. if you feel the same that is…”

a grin cracks across his face. there she is - the girl he’s had countless foolish dreams of, the girl who’s letters he’s cradled like precious gold and who knows more about him then he probably knows about himself - sat before him with a shy little smile on her face asking if they could go steady.

he’s an asshole though and so he can’t help but tease her ever so slightly “nah don’t think that’s gonna work doll” and yeah he gets a confidence kick from the way her features fall as if the thought of him not wanting her is upsetting, as if he ain’t lucky just to breathe in her perfume (something sweet and floral - he hopes she’ll spray some on his next letter for him). quickly he glances at the guards which since they’re not looking he leans over and tilts her chin up to meet his gaze.

“ah cool it duchess it’s only not gonna work cause i get out on account of good behaviour next month. just making sure that you know i’d want you to be my girl when we’re both on the outside too…”

he decides it was worth it to tease her if only to see the way her smile returns, bright as sunlight and twice as warming.

“yeah i’d like that dallas” she says softly just as the guard calls visiting time over.

and as he’s walking back to his cell he thinks ponyboy might be right, there are nice things out there…

hope you like it! xoxo, flo <3

[ki1ldeer]

Sometimes you just gotta draw your oc being emo am I right

[a-not-so-clean-blog]

Nu carnival markings ♦️

Yakumo

You'll have to ask a few times before you'll do anything. The only stipulation is no biting. He's so afraid his teeth will be too sharp. That he'll hurt you. That you'll hate him for it. So he leaves soft hisses until you give him those big puppy eyes he's weak to. Then he'll give you hickeys. Tiny ones that last maybe 3 days, and peppers them all over. He makes them easy to hide if you want, but he blushes every time he sees one.

Edmond

You have to BEG him to mark you. Eventually he will give in. You don't even have to be in the bedroom when your nagging finally makes him snap. He grabs your forearm tight, and brings your wrists up. Chomping down to leave a mean looking mark right on your pulse point. He sounds angry, scolding you for harassing a knight on duty, but you can see the slight pink on his ears as he suppresses a blush.

Olivine

Any marks he leaves on you are completely accidental. Mostly bruises from his fingertips. He's so strong that sometimes in the heat of the moment he can't help but grab a little too hard. If he sees the marks while you're still fucking he'll mumble dumbly about how beautiful they look on you. His voice reverent. Though if he notices them after, his post nut clarity will make him feel so guilty. He will kiss each one to make them feel better.

Quincy

He doesn't usually let himself get carried away enough to mark you. However, on the rare occasion that he does, you're going to have a massive bite mark on your throat. Not the meaty parts. I mean throat. One set of teeth on either jugular, with your windpipe in between. He loves it. You look so good bearing his mark. Like it fulfills something so primal and pure inside him. He'll leave bites in other places too. Convenient places where he doesn't get a chance to think before chomping down. Your shoulder, maybe your leg as it's hooked over his shoulder, your hand that was resting on his shoulder a moment ago…

Kuya

He will be that jerk who leaves a hickey right under your jawline. Super visible and impossible to hide. He does it to annoy you mostly. Now, if somehow he gives in to that urge to mark an actual claim on you, you won't notice him bite the base of your nape, but you'll feel it every time you move your head. A constant reminder, subtle as it is. He'll deny it means anything. Unfortunately the only ones who will know what it really means are Quincy and Karu, so he's a little cautious when they come around. Not that you notice the slight edge he gets because he hides it so well. He can't have you knowing just how much you mean to him.

Blade

He read in a book that people bite the crux of the neck and shoulder. So he does. Not hard, but with shark teeth like his it really doesn't take much to leave a deep mark. He likes watching hickeys turn colors on your skin. Says it's so pretty! And that the sounds you make are so cute! Of course he thinks it's cute. This is still Blade we're talking about.

Garu

Scratches all down your back. His teeth ache to sink into you, but he's so scared to hurt you. Instead leaving thin red marks like rivers on the landscape of your back. Maybe some on your chest. Or really anywhere that he grabs for purchase.

Karu

Anywhere he can. Seriously. It's part of his wolf nature to want to mark and claim his mate. Lots of bites of varying depth and location. Some are even hard enough to draw blood. He'll lick the wounds clean later, or at least Garu will. He's so proud when you walk around with his bites visible, and gets mad when you try to cover them up. Seriously, don't try to cover all of them unless you want him jealous and giving you more in spots you can't hide.

Dante

He won't leave any marks on you until he is smitten, but of course he will never admit it. So one day when he's sucking your fingers so he can watch you prep yourself, he just gives a little nibble. Okay, maybe not little. Hard enough to leave a deep imprint of his teeth around the base of your ring finger. He claims it means nothing, but every time he looks at it his stomach twists with the words he wishes he could say.

Rei

He doesn't really have a preference where he marks you. So for a while he'll mark multiple spots. See where you like it best. Eventually he does enjoy it. The way it makes you gasp and squirm. The way your fingers ghost over the marks for days after. Who would have thought something so small could get so many interesting reactions.

Eiden

Can't go wrong with a classic hickey on the collar bone! He's respectful enough to ask before leaving anything in a visible location, but once he gets permission he gets that fucking smirk on his face. He's so teasing with it. Licking and asking if this is where you want the next one. Going so agonizingly slow. Afterwards he massages the areas so it doesn't hurt as much. He likes the action of marking rather than the marks themselves.

Aster

Bites on the neck? I mean, yeah. That kinda comes with the territory of being a vampire. He's less territorial than some of the others, and says he doesn't care if you cover up his marks. While it's true he may not be as possessive as say Dante, Kuya, or Karu, he still gets fussy when you intentionally cover his bites. Makes him feel like you're rejecting him in an intimate way that he doesn't really understand or want to confront.

Morvay

He LOVES leaving hickeys on your upper inner thighs, and your lower stomach. Framing his favorite part of your body. He likes being the only one to see all the marks, but he also loves when your shirt rides up and he, and others, just get a tiny peek at the marks he left on you.

[nerdykorgi]

QUICK YAP SESH: Location of Gravesfield from The Owl House

so uhm, while I am finishing the rest other art things I did decide at like 3 am to find the supposed "actual" location of Gravesfield. At least, what town would most likely be Gravesfield if it were real.

I used a lot of info from the wiki and that cool official Gravesfield Website Mock-Up that John Bailey Owen posted. (this thing in case no one knows what im talking about)

Anyways to get started, here's this poorly done thing i made in google draw lol, hopefully you can actually read some of it oof. Its color coded to the info below:

Firstly, I do find it interesting how Conneticut was actually the FIRST colony with a relatively large witch panic in the American colonies, happening 40 years before the infamous Salem Witch Trials.

To start off I think the most poorly backed-up possibility is Hamden.

The reason im suggesting Hamden is because it is Dana's hometown and she said she has taken a lot of major inspiration from it. Like churches and graveyards.

However, the reason I'm not drawn to it is because not only was it founded 1786, way over a decade Gravesfield was said to be founded, I also couldn't find too much about Hamden having Witch trials, but if they did it definitely wasn't as big as Wethersfield's or Hartford.

Now I'm basically stuck between Litchfield and Wethersfield.

Litchfield:

Litchfield I was drawn to because of its name really. It means Field of Corpses and that's basically the same thing as Gravesfield lol. On top of that, it also holds the county seat of Litchfield County, something Gravesfield supposedly is as well. (In modern day context of course.)

Also Gravesfield was said to be along Conneticut Route 109, putting right along either Washington pr Litchfield (which J. B. Owen said was probably false on the Washington part but at the same time he uses an image of Washington's river as stated below)

The thing is though, like Hamden it wasnt founded until the 18th century, and there was no witch trial things that i could find. :/

Which then led me to Wethersfield:

Now Wethersfield is WAY more appropriate in both time, setting, and history. Wethersfield was one of the first colonies to be pop-up around the correct time for the Wittebane brothers to arrive in Connecticut. Wethersfield was founded in 1633-34 and Gravesfield in 1635 (Mind the brothers were said to arrive in 1613 I think it was, either this was a continuity error or they were among the very first settlers in Gravesfield.)

Random but it was also called Watertowne before it was changed to Wethersfield.

Anyways, In the Mock-up website we can see at the top, a banner picture of a winding river. Now i did google search this image and it is actually Washington Ct, womp womp, but I think it could actually be pointing to another more prominent river in Connecticut and that's the actual Connecticut River, which Wethersfield is conveniently placed right next to.

Now lets look at a map of Wethersfield:

river, check check, and HOLY SHIT THAT COULD BE THE FLOODED GRAVEYARD LOL (where i circled) Sadly, Its not actually, but it shows how similiar the geography possibly is.

I think last and most importantly however is the fact that Wethersfield is known to have some of the earliest of the witch trials in Connecticut at the time. (There were 9 documented accusations and only 3 executions, one of which was a woman who openly admitted to using to witch craft, Mary Johnson, and a married couple name Joan and John Carrington.) This goes very well with the whole Witch Hunting thing.

Lastly I think the cherry on top would be that they both just look incredibly similar lol:

Also fun fact, If the Wittebane brothers did actually arrive in 1613~ they would have been among the Dutch settlers rather than the British, whom were the ones to found Wethersfield. Take that information how you will but I am certainly going to make some kind of headcannon out of it lol

Anyways more art soon once i actually finish it, but please, Let me know your guy's thoughts :D !

[lordprettyflackotara]

dollhouse || jeff the killer || bonus part

SMUT MINORS DNI 18+ tw: spanking, jeff has a daddy kink, slapping, jeff’s just a sadistic asshole in this one, blood, brief description of gore

a/n: what’s this?! a double feature in one day?! yeah fuckers yall got the bonus part! i apologize for the delay my mind stayed lagging. i hope you all enjoyed the mini series <3

“This is our last chance. Dont fuck it up!” You hissed.

Jeff rolled his eyes. “Oh yes because taking out the target is sooo hard. I think I may cry,” He barked sarcastically. Slender had given you both one final chance to right your wrongs. Your last mission had ended with one too many news channels showing the camera footage of you and Jeff escaping the hospital. Nothing too identifying could be found of course, detectives puzzled on how Jeff was able to paint the walls and leave no fingerprints behind.

Little did they know the culprit had burned off his fingerprints ages ago. You crossed your arms, frowning. “The motorcycle was the best thing Ben could find on such short notice?” You asked. Jeff shoved his motorcycle helmet on, reving up the engine. “You are always welcome to walk doll,” He snickered. You stomped over to the motorcycle, shoving your own helmet over your head. You mocked him under your breath, throwing your legs over the seat. You couldn’t decide which was worse, dying at the hands of Jeff driving a motorcycle or being tortured to death by Slender.

As the motorcycle roared to life, you began to wonder just how bad Slender torturing you to death would be.

It was no secret you and Jeff were an item. The two of you were the obnoxious married couple of the mansion, terrorizing not only everyone around you but each other. There was a guarantee if you both were in the same room that you’d bicker until you’d go upstairs and fuck the anger out. It made the other residents sick. Sometimes they’d place bets on who would win the fight. Other times they’d high tail out of the room if you both entered. You’d argue with Jeff until your very last breath and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Slenderman was not happy with either of you. His alternative was having you both dress up as scarecrows to defend his garden in a hundred degree heat. You both agreed to this mission without hesitation. It should’ve been simple enough, killing the newspaper chief who insisted on covering the story. As you wrapped your arms around Jeff from behind, you realized you never really knew how easy a mission was going to be with Jeff coming along. To you, Jeff was an anger filled imbecile who thought with his rage and not his mind. And to Jeff, you were a smart mouthed bitch who talked too much. The two of you together versus anyone else was a lethal combo.

It was around two in the morning when you both arrived to the house, parking the motorcycle blocks away as to not draw attention from the loud sounds. You grabbed your knife, following Jeff’s lead as he picked the lock to the back door. It was moments like these, when Jeff had shut the fuck up, that you were attracted to him the most. Once he picked the lock you both crept inside, watching each others backs. It was always unpredictable, home murders. There was always the chance the owner had a dog or some kind of pet to try to protect its person. Then there was always the possibility of an alarm system, an investment the chief of this newspaper company should’ve seriously considered.

You both scanned the kitchen and living room. Due to the time you guessed he was asleep, like most humans were. It was quiet enough to hear a pin drop, the ticking of the old grandfather clock the only audible sound. That was, until you reached the main hallway. Thankfully for you and Jeff the chief lived alone, providing them with zero additional witnesses to send to hell. His soft snores alerted you of where he was located. Jeff slid in first, crouching down to the floor on the left side of the bed. You went to take the right, a loud creaking floorboard alerting the newspaper editor awake. He shot up out of bed, grabbing the baseball bat that was laying by his nightstand.

“I knew you’d come for me! You witch!” He hissed. You were caught off guard, his sudden alertness causing you to take a step back. He jumped off of the bed, attempting to swing his bat at you. You barely managed to dodge the attack, Jeff’s arm wrapping around the editors chest. “Surprise bitch. Bet you thought i’d let you kill my girl huh? Fucking stupid asshole,” Jeff snarled. He brought his knife to the editors neck, slicing his throat open in a quick and fluid motion. The crimson paint sprayed out of him, washing over you like a rainfall. It splattered onto your face and body, the editors body slumping to the floor. You frowned as you looked down at your jacket. “Are you deadass Jeffrey? I just got this!” You barked. Jeff raised his eyebrows.

“Are you kidding me? I just saved your life!” He argued. You glared at the dead editor, a pool of his blood forming at both of your shoes. “Oh great. Now it’s on my new heels too. You’re going to have to replace these!” You spat. Jeff threw his hands in the air dramatically. “Oh cmon it’s just a little bit of blood. You’re telling me you can’t handle blood?” Jeff questioned. You crossed your arms, clenching your jaw. “I can handle blood Jeffrey but my tory burch heels cannot,” You gritted through your teeth. Jeff twirled his knife around in his fingers lazily, clearly unamused. “Maybe get better shoes then. Not my fault you made this mission a fashion show,” He replied dryly. You grabbed him by his hoodie, shoving him back onto the bed.

“You’ve got some fucking nerve, you know that? You’re such a fucking dick! I can’t stand you,” You snarled. You crawled on top of you, straddling him as he relaxed against the mattress. “You look pretty hot covered in blood babe, remind me to soak you in it more often,” Jeff grinned. You rose your hand, delivering a sharp slap to his cheek. Jeff’s cocky expression fell, his gaze hardening. “Oh that’s how you wanna play? Fine,” He huffed. He flipped the two of you over, his fingers wrapping around your throat. His grip restricted your airway, a smile spreading across your lips. “You pain addicted bitch. I’ll show you pain,” Jeff growled. He flipped up your skirt, before throwing you over his knees. He delivered a sharp slap to your ass, a painful whine escaping your lips.

“Fucking count them or i’ll leave you to get off on the dead guys dick,” Jeff spat. He delivered another smack, a shock of pain electrical as it went down your spine. “One,” You let out lowly. He slapped your other cheek as hard as he could. He grinned sadistically as your skin turned a dark red. He wondered if he could get it to bruise. “Two,” You whimpered. Jeff’s hand strayed from the mounds of your ass, exploring your drenched panties. “This wet from me abusing you? You really are a pain slut,” He snickered. He delivered three more spanks, your body shuddering in pain as you counted them all. Tears had welt up in your eyes, your body tense as he yanked your panties down your legs.

“Awe don’t cry doll. I’m no where done with you yet,” He purred. Roughly he shoved two fingers inside of you, keeping you bent over his lap. He refused to curl his fingers, his slender digits just barely brushing against your g spot. “J-Jeff I need more,” You whined. With his spare hand Jeff delivered another smack to your ass, causing your waterline to finally flood with tears. “Well you’re not calling the shots, are you babe? Now shut the fuck up and take what I give you,” He snarled. You were a whimpering mess, the slightest touch of your abused skin making you cringe in pain. But Jeff’s fingers. His long and thick fingers. They filled up your cunt so nicely, so good. “What do we say when I make you feel good?” Jeff asked. Your mouth was running dry, tears streaming down your cheeks.

“Thank you,” You mewled. He grabbed a handful of your hair, roughly yanking you towards him. “Call me daddy bitch,” He growled. Your gaze met his dark obsidian eyes, that were determined to see you squirm. “Thank you daddy,” You whined. Jeff released your hair, shoving you back to your original position. You could feel yourself getting closer to the edge, your body hanging on to every little thrust Jeff made inside of you with his fingers. “S-s-so close,” You stuttered. Jeff delivered more harsh smacks to your ass, sadistically chuckling as you whimpered. “Go on then! Be my little painslut and cum,” He huffed. With one final slap you came around his fingers, humiliated as goosebumps spread across your skin from the cold air.

He flipped you around as he pleased, treating you like you were his fuckable ragdoll. “Go on doll, do that thing I like,” He instructed. You grabbed your ankles, placing both of them almost completely behind your head. As Jeff undid his belt he delivered a sharp slap to your clit, causing you to audibly whine. “You sure are a noisy little bitch, aren’t ya?” He asked tauntingly. He wiped away some of your tears, the splattered blood staining his thumb. Lazily he slapped the head of his cock against your folds, before slamming himself into you. You gasped as he quickly began to snap his lips into yours. “I know you can handle it. Your cunt is begging me for more, so fucking tight,” Jeff grunted. He rutted into you like he was in heat.

He pressed down against your thighs, sinking your body into the mattress. His grip was tight you knew bruises were forming, the unholy noises vibrating off of the victims walls. He pounded into your cunt like he despised you and the ground you walked on. You were so addicting, so mesmerizing. He muttered your name as he slammed into you. You held onto your legs, Jeff’s cock so deep inside of you that you were seeing stars. He delivered a sharp slap to your cheek, before roughly grabbing your face. He forced your lips to pucker out like a fish, an evil grin spread across his lips. “Such a stupid fucking whore,” He panted. You hardly had time to process the pain, his cock abusing your g spot perfectly.

You gripped onto his hoodie, your eyes rolling in the back of your head. “Fucking shit, Jeff!” You moaned. You came undone on his cock, squirting profusely over his bottom half. Jeff groaned your name as he came inside of you, his seed painting your inner walls. You both were panting messes, the sound of car doors shutting catching your attention. “Fucking hell,” Jeff grunted. He slid off of the bed, fixing his pants as he looked outside. “The neighbors called the cops on us. Goddammit. Let’s go,” Jeff growled. You shoved your panties on, the two of you running out of the back door of the house. You ran like your life depended on it, ready to go home.

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“What’d they do again?” Ben asked. He munched on some kettle popcorn as he floated beside Slenderman. The two were in his office, watching you and Jeff pretend to be scarecrows to defend his garden. “Besides terrorizing my existence they left semen at the scene of the crime. Both of their identities are going to be traced,” Slenderman sighed. He ignored the irritating sound of Ben munching loudly. The blonde had decided to be in ghost form today, allowing him to float carelessly.

“Gross. Hey boss, is there a particular reason you partnered them together in the first place?” Ben asked. They watched as you and Jeff tried to fight with pitchforks, both of you sweating in the relentless heat. “They’re the only individuals in this mansion that’ll love one another. If not for my pairing Jeff would have gotten his fan girl pregnant by now,” He replied. The supernatural creature straightened his back, pausing for a moment. “If Jeff unfortunately reproduces I cannot handle a carbon copy,” Slenderman elaborated. Ben fell upwards, flying around his head. “Oh I see boss! You played matchmaker. Good for you! I always wondered what you did for fun,” Ben chuckled. If Slenderman had eyebrows, he would’ve raised them.

The two watched you launch yourself at Jeff, both of you dressed in ridiculous farm clothes.

“Hey boss you wanna set me up with somebody next?”

“Watch yourself Ben.”

“Yes sir.”

[cozymochi]

What would your OCs think of each other if they met? I remember seeing how they'd interact with Tia, if I recall correctly, but I don't know if this was already asked.

I don’t think this was specifically asked before, so I’m just gonna yap under cut because. I’m probably not going to say anything too interesting.

(No drawings, sorry. Just rambling. So only the most die-hard of die hard are probably willing to peep this.)

Long winded answer under cut.

It’s hard to say.

On the one hand they were all made in their own bubbles, so the thought of them interacting with each other has hardly come up.

Then, on the other hand, in-universe, they’re all in different grade levels and that itself doesn’t help either when it comes to paths crossing.

But if TWST can come up increasingly asinine and inorganic reasons as why to exact same 21 guys + Prefect/Grim keep getting roped together but not any of the other 800 students, I don’t see why I can’t think of semi normal reasons for 3 guys to cross paths.

EMILO 🦜

- More likely to encounter Cecil since 1st years and 2nd years have joint classes sometimes. He would probably never hear about Cecil otherwise unless Kalim yapped or invited him to a Scarabia party since Kalim and Cecil are classmates.

- Emilio would find Cecil to be a bit… squirrely. And also hate his attitude cuz Cecil is kind of sardonic.

- They are two sides of the same coin, though. If Emilio got over himself for half a second they’d probably be stupid friends.

- As a 1st year student, Emilio is extremely unlikely to cross paths with Nyoka at all. However, he likely knows who he is since the Wadjet’s are supposed to be an important noble family.

- And of course, Emilio ALSO being from a noble family should be privy to knowing who every prominent family in Twisted Wonderland is (this is just something he does)

- He would immediately start kissing ass like he normally does with heirs so he has something to brag about back home.

- He would find Nyoka to be dignified! But uh, a bit erm… well… cold. The aura is overwhelming.

CECIL🌿

- Cecil shares a class with Kalim, so if Kalim yapped enough I’m sure Emilio’s name would pop up at some point. If not through Kalim, through Sebek because Emilio and Sebek are classmates, and Cecil tends to be a fly on the wall in Diasomnia. He would hear of him first before ever meeting him. (Two polar opposite takes)

- Cecil would find Emilio annoying and pretentious. He would hate Emilio’s uppity attitude.

- If Cecil stopped being a hermit maybe they could be friends.

- Cecil is only slightly more likely to encounter Nyoka if only because Cecil frequents the library for his own reasons- and that’s Nyoka’s stomping grounds.

- Cecil would be absolutely mortified of Nyoka, BUT!!! Nyoka seems… okay? But he is not willing to possibly upset him and get bit so he treads carefully.

NYOKA🫖

- Nyoka spends far too much time being out of the way. He’s not privy to much interaction from anybody unless asked to by his Housewarden or a staff member. Otherwise he will just go through the motions and keep to himself.

- He is not likely to hear about Emilio or Cecil in any capacity since neither are all that significant. He shares a class with the dang Housewarden of Diasomnia, but that guy is in his own world.

- He would find Emilio to be a try-hard and suss out pretty quickly that the boy is trying to overcompensate for something.

- If Emilio starts sucking up to him, Nyoka will test to see how far he’s willing to go to, not unlike what Jamil already does to Emilio. …Except, worse. Not that it matters.

- Nyoka would find Cecil to be yet another skittish mouse. That said, ultimately harmless.

- At most, Nyoka can appreciate Cecil’s interest in lesser discussed magical artifacts/history. So, if assistance is needed in locating or identifying something, he is willing to do so.

- But that’s it.

- Scaring him is fun, low key.

…

Honestly some of this info requires knowledge of some established lore I’ve discussed maybe once before. MOSTLY FOR EMILIO WHICH IS LOCATED RIGHT HERE.

…

The overlap of classmates, dorm mates and club mates are where things get freaky.

OKAY BYE THANKS ALL 2 oF YOU wHO PEEP THIS.

[transformers87]

Ok!! Thought Dee was gunna be easy or a tad bit more simpler to draw/design

NOPE!!!

And this is my weak ass attempt at drawing Orion hiding in his neck/shoulder blade armor from the teasing Dee was giving.

Still working on the style…. Just wanna post and show off some ideas of mine.

This was after Orion helped lead Dee and escape the security drones Sentinel had placed all over the restricted archives…. They were walking back to Orion’s royal chambers… using the secret escape cavern/tunnel that was meant for Orion if the Quintesans ever found his location… and Dee being curious as to why this ghost bot went all out his way to help a poor, low-class miner like himself.

Also I know I butchered the enemy’s name!! But luckily I somehow surprisingly remember their name!!… which… it never happen!!

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First draft!! Hope you like it!! :3

Orion kept his cloak over his helm, hoping that none of his father’s drones had found him, he shivered at the thought of having to step one ped inside their royal chambers only to be faced to face by an angry Prime…. And now his bigger problem… how to help the newcomer back to where he originated from… peering a sneaking glance from the hood of his cloak he caught sight of the mech walking in pace with his stride.

The mech was large.. much lager and taller than him… the Prince practically was a dwarf strolling near him….the mech’s color plates were a darker shade of silver and grey… his helm a deep blackish grey as well as his servos… which were large enough to tear through anything that if angered so…. The optics of the mech were a brilliant shade of golden yellow…. Blazing like fire… and filled with hope…. The prince then recognized his staring.. and went back to his pondering as he subconsciously use his servo to gently guide the mech to his chamber.

He knew that the mech is one of the thousands of other cog-less miners… all whom have either lost their lives or in the mere verge of losing it when mining for energon… he sighed knowing that the energon loss was his own fault… after all he is the mech’s prince and new leader… yet to be anyways…. It was his responsibility to find the matrix of leadership and help his father bring back victory…. But as for now all he felt was an utter failure for he was nowhere near in finding the ancient relic…

“HEY!!!” Hissed the mech, his large servo grabbing a hold of the prince’s armor and shook him stopping the prince dead in his tracks. He looked up and meekly whispered, “what is it?”

The mech beamed him a friendly smile and said a quick apology. “I wanna say is thank you for helping me ditch them drones back there sir.” Sapphire blue optics blinked for a bit and smiled behind his mask. “It’s no problem…”

The mech nodded, but glanced around the passage way curiously. “So? Where exactly are you leading us?” “you could stay in my quarters til near dawn…” “I had to wait that long?!” He said. Golden optics wide. “that way there’s enough time for the drones to stop in their rush.” The prince stated, ignoring the rude cut off from the mech.

“Why your place? And who are you?” The mech asked, eyeing him suspiciously. “My dear miner… I apologize for the lack of knowing your name… yet i cannot tell you mine due to being out in the open… and as for my home… this passage way is where we are heading for.”

“So?.. you’re not a haunted spark?” The mech questioned, his optics squinting. “No, “ he chuckled “i’m not dead… i may look a bit hauntingly but i can assure you that i am in fact still much alive…. And no i don’t haunt these tunnels” the mech laughed at the end bit. “Ok… ok… well my name is D-16… my friends and coworkers all call me Dee though…. and i am not a haunting spark either” he smiles a bit more once the prince started to laugh more.

“But what i don’t understand is why a cogged mech like yourself is helping a cog-less mech like myself?” Dee asked. The prince smiled within his mask. “Because… it’s my job to help. Why can’t i help?”

Dee sighs, “no cog bots in iacon are allowed to help a cog-less bot, much less a miner.. like me.. you could’ve lost your job or worse.” He blinked and sighs at the mech with him. “A spark is worth saving for Dee,” stated the prince

“But?-“ the prince then cut Dee off. “every bot no matter how great or small… with or without a cog..… deserves a helping hand once in a cycle… even if it meant my own spark slain… then so be it…you do matter”

He then opened the secret door that lead into his personal chambers and helped his newfound friend in

[michellemisfit]

✨Weekly Tag Wednesday ✨

Thanks for creating the game and for the tag @jrooc thanks for the tag @vintagelacerosette

Today we’re talking fandom. Come play!

Name and A03 handle: Michelle, michellemisfit

Current Location: Living room, surrounded by feathers, as I’m currently fletching some arrows

Favourite picrew: This one is pretty fucking spot on. Or at least it was at the time. Hair is very different now. But then, hair is always different… lol

Also this one is spiritually VERY me

What's one thing you want in a picrew? Ability to add coloured streaks! And a wide selection of scars, or alternatively the ability to move them around the screen. Either is fine. But mostly the hair thing. My hair is generally 4 different colours. Don’t try and limit me to one!!

Favourite thing you’ve created (or seen created) for the fandom? Erm… 3 way tie between Mexico Gallacrafts, Fimo Gallavich, and Cookie Gallavich? Maybe? Argh. Turns out, looking back at my art tag… I’ve created some pretty cool stuff. Huh. Yay me.

Why is it your favourite? I don’t really do photography, and I’m really proud of the idea behind and the execution of that photo. And while I LOVE drawing more than anything, I don’t think I’m exceptional or anything. But I’m damn creative when it comes to silly 3D craft projects, so both Fimo Gallavich and Cookie Gallavich make me happy and feel like something not just anyone could do… I dunno.

Did it come easily or was it hard to create? It was LONG to create. Both cookie and Fimo Gallavich took several days in total. And I think that’s the other thing I like about myself. I am willing to put in the work, and it usually pays off.

Last ao3 fic you commented on? Hah! You’ll be able to corroborate this, I’m not just sucking up!! LOL I’m currently reading Camp is a Battlefield by @blue-disco-lights, @jrooc, and @mybrainismelted, with artwork by @creepkinginc, so that’s the last one I commented on :)

Biggest WIP heartache you’ve ever experienced? I mean… every single WIP I have ever started reading, only to realise that maybe there won’t be any more of it… 😱 Every. Single. One. They’re all special, and they all hurt in their own special ways. And I will remain subscribed to all of them FOREVER, because you never know!!

Also? Comment on WIPs. Tell authors how much joy the story brought you, how much space it’s occupying in your brain, how much you would love to see it continue but how happy you are to have read as much of the story as there is because it’s changed your brain chemistry… do NOT comment saying ‘next chapter when?’, cause that makes you a dick bag.

Favourite trope or head cannon you like included in a fanfic? I’m a sucker for fake dating, only one bed, and a soulmate AU 🤷🏽‍♂️

Least favourite? …not a huge fan of kid fic, but hey, all it takes is a great author to make it work.

Secret or surprising kink or trope? Again, do not kink shame, because you’re only ever one good fanfic away from discovering something about yourself you did NOT see coming…

Describe how you feel after you’ve created something new? Exhausted and antsy. Is it good enough? Are people gonna like it? Should I even bother anyone with this? Why don’t I just go and hide under a rock forever?? I felt okay about this when I finished it, why is it suddenly the worst thing to have ever been created??? …I wish there was a sense of calm and accomplishment. There is not. Brains suck!

Top hype man you have that always helps you get across the finish line: @deedala - I so appreciate how we’re on a similar wave length when it comes to art as well as ‘everybody wants to hunt me for sport’ vibes. I know I can always count on you for kind but honest words, and that’s so important!!

It's been a bad day, you turn to the fandom and you _____? Read comfort fic. Probably Like Real People Do or None the Wiser.

Edit: Also? Go and read comments and tags on old art posts. That’s a sure fire way to cheer me up!

This was fun, and made the 15 minute wait between fletching each feather pass much faster. Thanks!!

If you are currently making your own arrows and need something to occupy your wait time with… how about completing a tag game? lol

@heymrspatel @loftec @creepkinginc @deedala @too-schoolforcool @darlingian @iandarling @iansw0rld @ian-galagher @mybrainismelted @palepinkgoat @crossmydna @mikhailoisbaby @sickness-health-all-that-shit @rereadanon @rutherinahobbit @energievie @junemermaid @francesrose3 @deathclassic @faejilly @rutherinahobbit @gallawitchxx @look-i-love-u @jessij1997 @callivich @celestialmickey @wehangout @doshiart @lynne-monstr @the-rat-wins @blue-disco-lights @suzy-queued @sleepyfacetoughguy @spookygingerr @burninface @gallapiech

[springtsunami]

THE ELDERS’ QUEST REVIEW

!!SPOILERS!!

Sorry for not posting in months. Been super busy as a late with personal health issues and new hyper fixations-

K review time- Gonna split them up by protags

Moonpaw

• Really love the idea of the design! Super interesting, especially to draw

•I am actually interested in her as a character. Really like how she is not a medicine cat. (I was one of those people who wanted either warrior or leader Frostpaw btw)

•I’m a sucker for introverts and suffer from sensitivity to loud noises and related heavily to the Gathering scene with Moon

•Was intentionally on the fence about the voice due to Moonpaw being a chimera and that the voice could be her ‘absorbed sister’(mainly due due to chimera misconceptions) but, thankfully the sister is just a funky little mischievous ghost kit

•I know it’s technically part of Tawnypelts, but I am excited to see what they do with the sister especially after the prophecy Tawny received. Hopefully not a Ashfur and Shadowsight dynamic again :/

Tawnypelt

•This part may be controversial. Not really involved with the fandom much, but I never really cared for Tawnypelt. Didn’t dislike or like just neutral. I did enjoy her point of view, just not was included in it

•Don’t see chemistry between Crow and Tawny, but if you enjoy it, more power to you

•Praying her point of view won’t just be traveling in the next few books

•Rant about Tiger and Dove : scroll down to skip

I really, really don’t like Tigerstar and Dovewing in this book. I know it’s Tawny’s view, but those two are annoying me so much I can’t help but to think of them when I think of Tawny’s pov. Tigerstar and Dovewing are huge hypocrites here, I get not wanting for your son to leave, but Dovewing literally left ThunderClan before clan swapping was in the code. I used to ironically enjoy Tigerstar due to his sarcastic comments and insanity, but I honestly dislike him so much. He was possessive of Dove telling her to not vist Birchfeather saying he was giving ‘tough love’. Dove is also way out of character too, being kinda submissive to Tiger when it has been shown she is willing to do what she think is right. Loving how Tiger considers emotionally manipulating his son is ‘tough love’. Then he not only does this but punishes Tawny for visiting her grandson??? When he and dove met in secret. The only good thing about plot is that it is treated like Tiger and Dove are in the wrong. Tiger then doesn’t trust Tawny about the twolegs….Hopefully they remove Tiger from leadership or have him apologize <3

Rant Over

•Birchfeather must be protected and have him live a happy life <3

•My main points about this pov so far is just hating Dove and Tiger, but I did enjoy it more than I wrote. Not much more due to them infuriating me but I do hope we get a move diverse location than the lake this arc

Leafstar

•Leafstar is the only one where I don’t have a lot to say. I love her and loving a leader pov in the main series. Dont know how to feel about her as a leader, since it kinda came out of nowhere and was just made for this arc but ok

•Writers do a good job of making the reader sympathize with Leafstar but also make them understand Skyclan’s pov

•Speaking of SkyClan’s pov, I kinda get where they were coming from, but like I feel like most of Leafstar’s slip ups were mainly coincidental. Like I believe they lost the badger fight due to many reasons, but like I feel like it wasn’t Leafstar’s fault. No one knew there were 2-3(I forgot how many) badgers there. It was assumed there was only one so how was Leafstar supposed to plan accordingly?? The only reason Hawkwing succeeded is because he knew how many badgers were there…

Edit: I forgot the whole Starlingpaw and Leafstar accidentally attacking him. Yea that was a bad move on Leaf’s part. But I feel it was caused her being overwhelmed. But it’s still a good reason for SkyClan to be against Leaf

•Kinda iffy on Reedclaw. Know where she’s coming from but I feel like she’s less evil and more grief stricken with anger. Hopefully they make her a antagonist not a villain. But knowing how Berryheart started last arc, I’m betting on her being a villian

•Interesting on having an elder pov with Leafstar, assuming she steps down.

•Said I didn’t have a lot to say but I did say a lot 0-0

Overall Points and Predictions for CS

•The book title made me think it was a traveling book and made me nervous, but looks like we are getting those in the next books.. Srs, why Elders’ quest??? The quest was mentioned at the end, but idk what it should’ve been named-

•All She-Cats pov!!!

•As a mothpool fan, I’m fine with CrowxTawny because it leaves Leafpool open :)

•Don’t know if the villains this arc will be twolegs/nature or cats like Reedclaw or Tigerstar

•Weird new book schedule, hopefully the books won’t be rushed due to the wider gap between books

•Now predictions!!!

•Leafstar will become Leafdapple and will join Tawny and prob Crow on the quest in the next books

•The new territories will be located at the gorge

•Hawkwing either picks a nobody for deputy or Reedclaw

•Reedclaw will be a villain(hopefully not)

•Birchfeather will have a tragic end or will go through trauma(hopefully not, again)

•Leaf dies

•Tawnypelt and or Crow retires

My mom also reads the books and here are some predictions:

-Tawny and Crow live together in WindClan while Crow becomes leader

-Dark Forest reappears or the purgatory thing that happened in Star is expanded on

-Ghosts are expanded on

-most of the next two books are travel books

-Reedclaw becomes Hawkfrost 2.0

Thanks for reading my review!

[darka-3363]

Wave your hand

From parallel universe

Hidden in a folded palm

After 28 light-years, my research

Must be ended somehow...

Anyways that took me forever to make, I am so not used to drawing this much lol

So here's notes what I've written in my terrible handwriting in all of those lil papers:

1. On the page: Remember cosmological constant!

2. The shitty rectangulars are 'dimensions', while between them is, well 'the in-between'

3. On the mug it's a Hawking formula for calculating entropy

4. And I honestly forgot what's that last one supercomplicated formula is lol

On the third page on the papers on the board:

How to locate a dumbass lost in multiverse 101

2. Dimensions: think less furniture in a room, more fruits in jello in a jar: separate, yet connected. Does that mean there are more multiverses?

My own take on fem!Stan makes its debut! This is Stacy Pines, the proud owner of Mystery Shack. Her Pa was constantly saying, she's got too many manly interests, like fixing cars and beating up the bullies, and is always scolding her for being 'unladylike'. About the only hobby he approves is sewing - after all, if she wanted to be a fashionable young lady, she had to make the clothes herself, because her father will surely not spend money on the new, fashionable items, and he was barely tolerating even having to buy them second-hand.

Instead of going for boxing lessons, she was signed up for dancing lessons - Ma Pines was insisting; her daughter will learn how to dance, or else. It was fine by Stacy though, she liked to dance, and she even roped Stanford to dance with her from time to time.

She still gets kicked out of the house for accidentally breaking Ford's school project, and she still has the Cadillac, though what happened during the 10 years on the streets differs quite significally from what we have seen in the canon, but that I'll leave as a secret for now, since I do plan to expand, either in a fic or comics, whichever comes first.

After getting Ford back from multiverse, Ford realises Stacy is hiding something big from him - and somehow, the kids and Mystery Shack workers know the secret, but none of them are willing to share it for some reason. It's fine by him, if Stacy wants to have secrets, then by all means, it's not like he cares that much, after all (lie). He has better things to do anyway (doesn't stop him from obsessing about what's Stacy hiding though).

And that's it for now!

PS: Yes, she's using Petri dish for cigarette ash.

PPS: The lyrics is from Jinjer - I Speak Astronomy, it's a metal song so be warned.

[leafofkudzu]

Hello and Happy New Year!!! The first Saturday of a new month will soon be upon us, which means it's time for another art party hosted by my guild, Verdant Shield [VS]! But this one is extra special, because exactly one year ago was my first real foray into the world of event hosting - that's right, it's the one-year anniversary of [VS] Art Party!!!

The very first [VS] Art Party was held January 7th 2023, and was a very quiet experiment with no visible tag, announced only two days before and hidden away in an obscure corner unlikely to be noticed by non-participants. I was nervous, but with a modest 20ish-person turnout and a chill energy not dissimilar to the current EU parties, it seemed to go over great! As art trickled into the tag over the following days and weeks, people started asking about future parties, and even about hosting ones on EU servers, which I could certainly do since I already had an EU alt. And so, a monthly tradition was born!

For those unsure of what an art party is, they're a concept carried over from Final Fantasy XIV - in-game get-togethers for artists/writers/creatives of all kinds to hang out, chat, and create together! Grab your character and outfit of choice, head to the party location, find someone that inspires you, and create! Afterwards, everyone posts their creations in a shared tag (ours is #VSArtParty) so others can see, interact, and share! The tl;dr I've been repeating since the very first announcement post is simply this: the 'goal' of an art party isn't to be drawn, but to draw others, and share with the community!

Time and /squadjoin information is under the cut, but will be posted again via reblogs as the squads go up on the day of the party!

Location Information:

It's a bit tricky to get to if you're F2P, but there was no way I wasn't returning to the location of the original party - the uninstanced asura home instance in Rata Sum, the Applied Development Lab! I've even dusted off my original map image, complete with hand-drawn arrows:

(That's Magustan Court Waypoint, by the way.)

This area is only accessible via flying mounts or with the use of a Teleport to Friend, so be sure to have one (or both) handy when the time comes!

Time & Squad Details:

As per usual, there will be two 3-hour parties - one on EU servers and one on NA ones - with an hour break in between. People do tend to arrive early though, and those with multiple accounts often jump directly from one to the other, so don't be surprised to see things running late and/or starting early!

The first party will be on EU servers and begin at 9pm Central European Time (aka 3pm Eastern Standard Time or 4 hours before in-game reset). I’ll be hosting on my EU alt account, so to join either /squadjoin or whisper Paranomalous Plexxi for an invite.

The second party will be on NA servers and begin at 7pm Eastern Standard Time (aka 1am Central European Time or at in-game reset). I’ll be hosting this one on my main account, so to join either /squadjoin or whisper Teekzi for an invite.

Closing Words:

The engagement, energy, and love in these events always blows me away, and words can't express how happy I am with what we've all created together. I'm so glad that I took that first step last year and extended an invitation to what would've likely just been a throwaway guild event to the best section of the GW2 community I know. GW2 tumblr, keep being amazing. I love you guys so much, and I can't wait to see you guys on Saturday, and for many more first-Saturdays-of-the-month to come!

Ever your diligent cat herder,

Meka ♥♥♥

[transmasc-wizard]

blinks at you. i <3 vampirism + devastating loneliness can yu tell me more

blinks back with my wide empty eyeballs

cw for parasites, death, blood, etc. vampire stuff. the vampires. with the blood and death and diseases. you expected this

so im currently playing with vampirism as a two part disease. part one is a magical virus that turns old spirits who got lost on their way to the underworld into these decaying, angry shell of themselves, which collapse very rapidly into parasites that search desperately for a host to sustain their energy that should already be gone. the second part is... well, that parasite. the host is what we'd think of as the "vampire" but the parasite is the "vampirism" and the vampire is very much a victim of it. vampirism attaches itself to a person's heart when they come close to death in proximity of it, keeping them alive but forcing them into a trade that never ends. (vampires are often the end result of an angry ghost haunting someone.)

the parasite exists in the same level of reality as magic and spiritual energy do. if you were to carve a vampire open, you could tell there was something wrong feasting on its heart, but you could not cut it out. it's not physically tangible enough for that. the vampirism spends every second of every day begging for spiritual energy, which it takes as either a slow draw from the vampire itself (slowly killing them), from the energy of people around the vampire (this is called weak feeding, and is more like a snack at best), or from the physical blood of people around the vampire (proper feeding). the vampire actively chooses to do the latter two, or else the vampirism takes the first. the longer this relationship goes on, the larger the parasite grows, and the more the vampire has to feed.

this creates a scenario where, to the vampire, they have only one being that they can reliably give to instead of take from: the vampirism. but the thing is, like... it doesn't actually care. vampirism has no feelings. it attaches in a final burst of fear and anger, but in the actual form of a parasite, vampirism isn't the ghost it came from; that ghost is gone. the vampire is stuck feeding something that genuinely cannot even care for it in some fucked up toxic way. it's just hungry. it sees no difference between the vampire and the victims. a vampire can survive for a very, very long time as long as they don't sustain life threatening injuries, but the parasite isn't going to save them if they do. additionally, there is no such thing as a community for vampires. vampires are either people who are infected by the parasite originally, or people who narrowly survive being fed on by another vampire with a parasite large enough that a bit of it broke off. there is no real common thread or community, because they're scared of each other. most vampires despise other vampires. vampires also cannot find solace in magical communities, because the parasite both impairs most of their spells and stops their ability to tell when they're pushing themselves too far, so a vampire who was or wanted to be a magic user almost always has to give that up to save their own life.

most vampires live and die never understanding how vampirism works. many die in the first year because they don't know how to reliably feed themselves. Orion goes seven years surviving on just "weak feeding". the parasite doesn't tell them anything. the only reason vampires can know its there is because the nature of vampirism gives them a few extra powers; increased strength and speed, ability to communicate with and locate/sense the dead, and ability to hold someone's spirit in place when they're dying for a brief amount of time (this is so feeding can take the most of a person's spirit at once). between that and the constant hunger... well, some figure out they are feeding something that is not themselves, and those are the ones who survive. friendships are always incredibly strained, because the majority of vampires will find themselves weak feeding constantly. they need to. so they see themselves, and they understand they are hurting their loved ones and destroying relationships, but they barely know how or why.

Orion in particular was a very community-oriented person before he turned. he wanted to be a doctor. he wanted a family. now he feels constantly stuck in a loop of selfishness and guilt, and that's BEFORE he starts... uh... literally ripping people's throats out and eating them. after he turns, people can tell something is wrong, and they push him away, which furthers his idea he is fundamentally bad. the first person he ever feels like he can talk to is Arthur, and that is because he takes comfort in realizing Arthur is even more selfish than he is, as Arthur is someone who kills and hurts without the threat of a parasitic disease looming over his head.

but yeah. TLDR. becoming a vampire is finding yourself in debt for the rest of your life to something that is a part of you and cannot be carved out but forces you to hurt yourself and others every moment. and it doesn't care. it doesn't love you. it needs you, but it doesn't love you. and it is the closest thing to love you have unless you are willing to risk the constant unending fear of irreversibly harming the real flesh and blood people you care about. most vampires become incredibly isolated because they can't emotionally handle anything else. but that's hard to handle, too. vampires are. sad.

ty for the ask :3 !!

[audreyscribes]

Hii i saw your writing earlier about what if a child of zeus came to camp and their life. Can you write a similar one but child of hades? It got me interested lol. Totally cool if not

Oh boi, this is going to be a long one. Buckle down everyone 🤠 Also since this is definitely going to be a long one, I really wanted to call the Child of Hades as “Blake” (fair-haired;dark) because I realized that as I was typing, repeatedly typing  “Child of Hades”, “Demigod of Hades”, “Hades demigod”, and etc, is going to make this word count very long and confusing. So using ‘Blake’ as a word placer would be less confusing, and it’s a unisex sounding name so this’ll still be gender neutral for everyone to enjoy.  However, the fact I used a name would probably detract the immersion so I didn’t do it this time. But its something to think about in the future.

[{3/05/2025}: Demigod What Ifs? Masterlist]

First of all, I’m going to assume you’re asking this with the same parameters as the Daughter of Zeus ask that I got a little while back; basically if another child of the Big Three came in at the same time as Percy or within the first books of the Percy Jackson series.

Secondly, we’ve already got a glimpse of what that’s like with Nico, however small it was, it does give an idea. 

And thirdly, it’ll largely depend whether this child of Hades is born before the Oath was made or after it. Whichever is the case though, how they came to be will factor in some point in the middle. 

If they were there at the beginning of the books, I can see the child of Hades enroll into Yancy Academy, maybe at a young age with their dorm system and what not; being paid to be educated and cared for a distant, overseas working rich father that couldn’t take care of his own kid (Which isn’t really a lie). The reasons for Mrs. Dodds a.k.a. Alecto, being at Yancy Academy would be slightly different but largely the same; she’s still there to confirm Percy’s origins and finding out if he knows where the Helm of Darkness is located (though at this point of the book, everyone assumed it was Zeus’ Lightning Bolts and not also the Helm), but at the same time, Mrs. Dodds is there to protect or watch over the child of Hades. 

With that in mind, it makes sense that Alecto being there because she’s there to make sure that the child of Hades is safe from not only Percy, and by extension Poseidon, but also Zeus; since he hasn’t been very open to Percy’s existence (even though he striked first and twice). Then there’s also the child of Hades being sent there to tail or get close to Percy to retrieve their father’s Helm. Whether the child of Hades knows or not who their godly parent is more or less factors in but also not? If the Child of Hades appears at Camp Halfblood with knowledge of their parentage, the claim wouldn’t appear, keeping them safe in the Hermes cabin and undetected. If they don’t know their parentage, Hades wouldn’t be able to claim them anyways since there isn’t a Cabin yet. So the identity as the child of Hades remains unknown. I think the Furies would appear in front of the child of Hades throughout their life, but not all of them at once. Like in the beginning it was maybe either Megaera (jealous rage) or Tisiphone (Vengeful destruction) then the other at another point, before finally being Alecto when the story takes place. 

Bookwise, every goes as usual with the caveat that the child of Hades probably is close with Percy, with either of the which being the new kids at Camp or being children of the Big Three. Then there is the separation when Percy gets claimed as the children of Poseidon and everything kicks in him being a forbidden child. The child of Hades remains at the cabin of Hermes, unclaimed, and can’t get close to Percy like they used to; with the knowledge he’s been claimed and they did not, or with the knowledge that they have to view Percy as the enemy because of said Hade’s helm and that if they draw any attention to themselves, they risk getting smited by Zeus (for the whole Hades sending hellhounds and such after Thalia, leading to demise) and risk isolation cause of said incident from the other campers. While the child of Hades remains at Camp, cause they can’t really leave in broad daylight, Luke has more likely opportunities in approaching the child of Hades, being in the same Cabin and also being tipped off by Kronos. Which may lead to the truth of Luke’s betrayal being discovered sooner than later when the child of Hades figures it out (somehow. Maybe residue ot the Helmet of Darkness on Luke or something). Which probably leads to the child of Hades appearing before Alecto and the others before they get to Percy, Grover, and Annabeth as they say that Percy didn’t steal the Helmet because he doesn’t have the linger aura on him, and the perpetrator is someone else; which is Luke.

This probably leads to the child of Hades revealing themselves to our trio of Heroes who they are and Luke’s identity as a spy for Kronos earlier than expected. Things play out as usual but just a bit sooner than expected. How it plays out whether the child of Hades decides to leave Camp because no one is very welcoming to Hades and his children, and with the identity of a child of Hades and Poseidon appearing, it’s only a matter of time before things hit the fan. If the child of Hades decides to stay, they probably have to reveal themselves to Travis and Connor Stoll, being the next defacto cabin leader of the Hermes cabin, of whether they are allowed to stay in the cabin being the one who ousted Luke and being a child of Hades, but they don’t have a cabin to go to. If they can’t or don’t want them to stay, the child of Hades will probably have to stay at the Big House. 

Let’s just say for the sake of the story, the child of Hades is either a few days, weeks, months younger than Percy or at least a year younger. Its a close call to which of them brings salvation or doom to the gods, but I’d imagine because both Percy and the child of Hades are close or are in similar situations, they support each other. Now when Nico and Bianca arrive at Camp, that’s a whole thing. The child of Hades can tell that Nico and Bianca have the aura of death or the underworld like they do, but can’t reveal it due to factors above and beyond their control; but the utter heartbreak of finding out they were born before them and all this time were protected in the Lotus Casino; but then there’s also the death of Bianca. We know Nico can feel her passing, so would the child of Hades, which would make Nico find out that the mysterious demigod is actual his other half-sibling, making them want to cling to them out of desperation and grief. 

I think when Nico leaves camp, the child of Hades would follow him, and their story is close with Nico except that the child of Hades regularly gives signs they are alright; by letters that mysteriously appear or very brief Iris messages. The child of Hades probably has to be the older sibling, even though they are technically the younger half-sibling out of the two. 

If the child of Hades is a girl, there may be a thought to join the Hunter of Artemis, mainly to only circumvent the prophecy. However, they probably don’t bring it up because that’s how Bianca died so they have reservations about it. They probably pop up every so often to at least fight in the major battles to support Percy cause they’re friends and its just really bad circumstances that’s making it things hard.

They probably join the Battle of Manhattan earlier because screw Hades for not fighting and doing what is needed, or probably go to fight to help Nico to help Percy to get the Curse of Achilles and buy time to convince their father to join the battle.  In the end, for lack of a better term, barely escape their demise by just a nail. They eventually find their place in the world like Nico does, but its not an easy path. 

In other news, the TV show works a whole lot better in this case with how prominent the furies appear more frequently.

Aesthetic divider from @plum98 https://www.tumblr.com/plum98/737055684109254656?source=share

[straywrds]

hi Mari! i’ve been reading your works for well over a year now and i lack the words to describe just how talented you are. i’ve been wanted to write for years and years, and every time i stumble upon one of your works im left speechless and with a new want to write.

with a bunch of encouragement from a friend i finally began writing! i was wondering if it was in possible to get some advice? i’ll ask my question, but don’t feel obligated to answer! you can ignore, absolutely no hard feelings 💗

i have been finding it extremely difficult to make a “seemless” transition from one pov to another. you do it so well and was hoping you had any advice on how to make the transition natural, so it doesn’t feel harsh narrator-character-another character etc.

thank you in advance!

you’re truly an artist and inspiration, Mari <3

Hello dear! It's lovely to have you drop by my inbox hehe. Thank you for your kind words, seriously. I have to say it's especially flattering to imagine someone feeling like they want to write/create after they've read something of mine, and I'll cherish that 🥹 Thank you so so much for reading my stories and for doing so in a way that is mindful—that is priceless, seriously. Thank you.

Warning: this got really lengthy lmao

I sat on your ask for a few days because you asked about one of my absolute favorite storytelling tools and I wanted to make sense without being too excited 😭 Also, I'm so flattered that you'd think my transitions are any good I'm.. what can I even say 👈👉 it's something I really enjoy when I write too (what I'm about to explain) so just. Thanks. So much.

One of my favorite parts of storytelling is the narration. I LOVE, I am OBSESSED with unreliable narration, and I believe it to be at the core of those transitions you mentioned. You might be familiar with the concept but just in case someone would happen to stumble upon this ask and would want to know, I'll quickly explain:

Narration is everything. It's the perspective with which you build your story. You have different types of narrators, and I encourage you to look into it if anybody wants to get into writing but essentially, narrators will either be omniscient or not. In the case of a first or second person narrator, unless they are god, they cannot be omniscient—they can't know the way other characters are feeling, they can't know what's happening in any other place than the exact location they are in. This is where the "unreliable" comes in. You really are in a person's mind and nowhere else.

SO!!

Any storytelling decision you make must have the intent of serving the plot.

What you choose to show, what you choose to talk about, the things you choose not to write, the order in which you write the events, etc—this comes with practice, I believe, but it's also a style choice. I like to tell stories in the wrong order, for example. I like to present different perspectives through different characters and let readers draw their own conclusion. I used this tool in Super Bored when I first presented events from MC's perspective and then Camille. I left Hyunjin for last and it was intentional—I knew people would be so upset at him and I wanted to evoke the same emotion in them that MC was feeling. So I had to make them see it from her eyes, right? And her eyes only.

I really like limited/unreliable narrators. Narrators who don't know how the other person is feeling about them and is only making assumptions. Narrators who have gone through things and have memories attached to certain things and are remembering all of it in their mind, or someone making an important realization unbeknownst to anyone around them.

This is what I use to make my plots "advance". I layer different perspectives to slowly build a whole.

Now that this is said—transitions.

I must admit, a lot of it comes naturally to me. Maybe because I've read a ton of books when I was young or because I've been writing stories and fiction for as long as I can remember. In any case, it's difficult to explain how I do it, but I stop scenes in places where I think it serves the plot best. This is why my chapters are so long—when I decided to use my "real" writing style on here instead of trying to fit within the standards, my chapters got longer. That's because I have a very clear idea of the scenes I want to write and where I need them to be in the story.

I try to make my transitions have as much dramatic effect as I can. It goes along other narrative tools, such as chronological/random order in which I tell the story. For an example of this, I'll mention Four of Wands but I believe it's something I do quite often because I just love it so much. I'll tell the story. And then, something will occur, and I will cut the scene and go back in time to explain what just happened. This is what I did in FOW when MC went back to the attic that day and saw the contents of the box. God, it was sooo difficult for me to keep this a secret all this time! I could not WAIT to expose Hyunjin's deepest darkest secrets, but I patiently put all my pieces in place and advance them strategically, just like one would play chess. Then I play my strongest moves to destabilize the readers and to display the events in the way I chose to.

It's really hard for me to explain but it's really just about what I believe will have the strongest effect on the readers + what I believe is best for the story and for the structure, too.

I do put a little attention on the end of my scenes—it's one thing to figure out where to end them so as to make the biggest impression, but it's another to write it in a way that feels natural. I struggle with that in the sense that it often takes me longer than I'd want to admit to "close" a scene in order to make it sound natural. I try to write a little conclusion to the rest of the scene—you can do that by writing an introspective moment for the character, or by revealing a piece of information that was kept secret so far.

It's just as important to choose where you'll start the scene that comes after—I'd tell you that the best way to figure it out is by trial and error, obviously. But you can try by writing the scene from its very beginning and if that doesn't sound right to you, then you can, well, start it somewhere in the middle and simply return to the events mentioned previously later if they are relevant.

I think writing is like any other craft—the more you do it, the more comfortable you become with it. The more daring, too. Before last year, I would never have dared writing some of the things I wrote in FOW or even TTOH or By Design. It took me many, many years to be as honest with myself as I wanted to be. It took me many years to realize that one must write selfishly.

Maybe this is the trick to everything—write selfishly, too. Write your transitions in a way that makes you excited. This sort of passion is what is communicated through written pieces. I believe readers sense it when the author is passionate about what they wrote.

I just encourage you to keep writing! There are no failures. And no writing is wasted. So even if you don't "do" anything with the things you write, they all matter in the sense that they are the building blocks of what makes you the writer you are and will be. Write for yourself—the rest will come naturally.

I hope this made sense and I hope this answered your question. I am really bad at explaining things which is a big part of why I dropped out of college (I was going to become a teacher)....

I wish you good luck and I am always here if you have any questions!! So sorry this got so long 😭

Keep writing always ok!!!

[psychiatry-and-poetry]

A Court of Shadows & Healing

Part 1 | Part 3 | AO3 | ACOTAR Masterpost | Masterpost of masterposts |

A/N: In this chapter, Azriel hasn’t learned how to fly for long distances and he can’t winnow either (no one’s taught him or bothered to explore his abilities yet, even he doesn’t know they exist). Also: slight claustrophobia at the end

Word Count: 1495

As they landed, Azriel took all of a second to steady himself, not even bothering to take in his surroundings, and pressed a dagger against Adira’s ribs, having drawn it out from a sheath moments before. “Start talking,” he hissed, looking up at her. Her eyes widened in surprise, clearly not expecting him to threaten her, but she raised her hands in surrender. “Very well, I suppose I should have expected that, though the dagger seems to be a tad extreme no?” His only response was to push the dagger further into her leathers. She sighed, or at least exhaled as much as she could. “If you want answers, boy, then you’re going to have to start asking questions. Preferably sometime today,” she quipped, when he didn’t say a word.

“Why did you bring me here?” It seemed like the most logical question to ask, considering he might very well be hundreds, if not thousands, of miles away from Windhaven. By the Mother, was he even in the Night Court?

He didn’t know how he was going to get back; at least without Adira’s help. He couldn’t fly for long distances, though he knew how to orient himself. Granted, by the time he escaped, she’d probably have tracked him down easily anyways.

Rhys and Cassian would start worrying after a while when he didn’t come back, and Rhys’ mother would be worried out of her mind. Those three would be the only ones who would bother to look for him anyway. He knew Devlon certainly wouldn’t; and seeing as Rhys’ mother and the camp lord were the only two people who knew of his current location, he wasn’t exactly feeling safe at the minute.

“Because you need to train.”

“Train for what?” He was already training for the Blood Rite; as all Illyrians did when they were old enough to wield a weapon, he supposed.

“You’re not training for anything. Gods, you’re thick, aren’t you?” Adira let her annoyance show, scoffing, and even with Azriel holding the dagger to her, it still seemed like she had the upper hand. His tether on his emotions snapped, and at that comment, Azriel drew blood, managing to elicit a hiss from the female. “If you want to ask me questions, you’re going to need me alive and breathing.” He refused to break his gaze from her, until she raised a brow in question. Azriel dropped his dagger from her side; wiping the blood from his dagger on his thighs before sheathing it in one swipe.

“Much better. Now that we’re civil again, we can talk this out without acting like lunatics and stabbing people,” she said a tad irritably, brushing off the blood as if it were nothing, the wound already beginning to heal.

“I didn’t stab you!” He objected.

“Oh really? I would call holding a knife and threatening them, then drawing blood; stabbing. I suppose they call it something else in Windhaven, do they?”

“You deserved it!” He nearly screamed.

“Deserved it? Deserved what? Getting threatened by a youngling who can’t even hold a dagger properly and hardly over a decade old?”

"I-" He started, but she ploughed on, completely, either disregarding or ignoring him. “Believe me when I say I do want to tell you what’s going on, and I will, but first, I’m going to need you to put that dagger down. And take off all your weapons while you’re at it. I don’t fancy being held at knifepoint again.”

“You first,” Azriel said, looking her up and down, trying to figure out where she might have weapons concealed. She didn’t look like the type to start a brawl, least of all with a young Illyrian-in-training, but he knew looks could be deceiving.

Rolling her eyes, Adira started to undo the buckles on her holsters, carefully removing lethally crafted blades from all across her body. Placing them on a low-lying table close by, she raised a brow at Azriel, crossing her arms across her chest. Your turn.

Begrudgingly, Azriel removed his weapons, though it took far less time, seeing as he wasn’t covered head to toe in blades as Adira was.

He looked back up at her expectantly, but Adira didn’t look pleased. “All of them.”

“This was all of them,” he said, staring her down. “These were all the weapons I have.”

“Stupidity I will tolerate, but insolence I won’t. I know you have a knife tucked in those leathers somewhere, boy.”

Huffing in annoyance, he unsheathed a small dagger from his side as well, practically throwing it onto the side table with the other weapons. He’d done his best to conceal all his weapons, and yet somehow she seemed to know his tells suspiciously well.

“Satisfied?” Ignoring his snarky little comment, Adira gestured for him to sit on a plush divan of the richest emerald, and it was then he realized how vibrant and utterly majestic this behemoth of a house actually was. The sheer size of it overwhelmed him, and no other word, save for mansion, would even begin to describe how stunned he was.

The hall they were currently in could have fit Rhys’ mother’s cottage in it well over three times, and he hadn’t even been to the other rooms yet. 

Gossamer curtains of the lightest sage were billowing in a gentle breeze that brought with it the soft scents of peony and pear, immediately helping to ease Azriel’s aggravated nerves. Plush divans of rich velvet and low-lying tables made of crystalline glass were placed throughout, likely for drinking and debauchery when night fell.

The entire house was almost entirely open to the elements, with only the occasional pillar for structural support. As Azriel trailed his eyes up a particular pillar, (a rather beautiful one at that, he admitted to himself, with intricate carvings of flowers and vines snaking up the length of it), his eyes managed to find the ceiling.

Or rather, the lack of one. His eyes met a cloudless, cerulean sky, with the occasional bird flitting across like some old mosaic of the Gods. He blinked a couple of times, trying to make sure his eyes weren’t playing tricks on him. “There’s no ceiling,” he breathed finally. A soft smile tugged at Adira’s lips.

“No, indeed.”

“But how-”

“Magic,” she replied simply. “When I first became owner of this house, I decided that the climate was so beautiful we simply didn’t need a roof. So I took it away.”

Deciding that was all he was likely to get from someone he’d met a couple of hours ago, he decided to change the subject. “I want to call in my bargain. Starting now.”

Sighing, she leaned back, and waved a hand at him. “Ask away.”

“Why am I here?”

“I told you: to train.” Azriel frowned at the non-answer, and Adira continued. “You have a certain, shall we say, skill set. It’s better for you, and everyone around you, that you know how to use those skills to your advantage.”

“What skills?” He bit out. She went quiet for a moment, then said, “Close your eyes.”

“Why?”

“Just do as I say, and close your eyes.”

“What if you hurt me?” Azriel’s skepticism shone through, but Adira was undeterred. “I’ve taken all my weapons off. There’s no way I can attack you unless my limbs somehow stretch like jelly.” Her sarcasm wasn’t lost on Azriel, though neither laughed. Instead, she continued, “Do you want to make a bargain for that too?”

“No.” It was bad enough that he’d had to make one bargain; he wasn’t about to make another one anytime soon.

Relenting, Azriel shut his eyes, and Adira’s voice drifted over to him.

“Good. Now, think of the night sky, of the darkness between the stars. The frigid, unforgiving cold; and the smothering blanket of something foreign and heavy settling over you.” Azriel scrunched up his face in concentration, and all was silent for a moment before he heard a barely audible gasp.

He opened his eyes to ask her what had happened, but he couldn’t see Adira. The room was shrouded in pitch-black darkness, and suddenly Azriel felt trapped. The room was too small, and he couldn’t see anything half an inch from his face. Panic washed over him, and breathing had become difficult all of a sudden. 

There was a reason Azriel still slept with the lights on back in Windhaven. There was a reason he despised the dark; why it felt like the air was being sucked out of his soul every time he entered a room devoid of light.

Some days, it felt like those manacles and chains of the heaviest iron were stuck to him. The chains his father had insisted on putting him in, even when he had screamed and thrashed and fought for all he was worth.

Azriel didn’t know what happened next, only that strong, firm, and distinctly feminine hands caught his traitorous body as he went under.

Part 4

Line dividers credit goes to @enchanthings

[starlightshadowsworld]

Something I feel the early Fnaf games missed out on was that (to me at least) the animatronics never felt like kids.

Like I never had a moment where it hit me that oh, oh these arent just spooky animatronics….They’re kids.

And I’ve been thinking about that a lot lately with the release of Poppy Playtime chapter 4. Because it and chapter 3 just beat you over the head with the crushing realisation that oh…fuck these are all kids.

The letters from Riley, the house and all those empty bloody bed and just everything with Doey.

You really cannot escape that feeling and I absolutely believe it enhances the story to not only include it. But to have it so present throughout the chapters.

But I didn’t connect it to Fnaf until I also saw UnwitheredTruths Fnaf 1 concept video. It’s was a hey what if the lore was planned from the get go style video.

Which made the missing children’s incident more of a focus at points, with the mini games and such, obviously still keeping it in the shadows for lore finding.

But it really made me realise how much this area of the franchise didn’t really get touched on in the games.

Which is interesting because when you look at a lot of Fnaf fan projects and mascot horror games that are pretty much based off it.

That’s the part that most people draw from.

Like FNAF VHS and the Battington tapes. I’ve mentioned Poppy but there’s also the Walten Files, Andy’s Apple farm etc. Which are all spooky and terrifying with the focus being on a tragedy.

That usually involves a child or several.

And yet Fnaf itself in the early games doesn’t really touch on it other than hey it happened. But it makes sense because the games back then weren’t focused on characters but the story.

You know the LOOOOOOOOREEE.

It was less important who the kids were and more why are they’re five? Who killed then, pink guy or purple guy?

Also I keep specifying the Fnaf games for a reason because the books, The Silver Eyes actually did this. Not with Charlie or Elizabeth but with their version of Golden Freddy.

Michael Brooks is the childhood friend of our characters and was one of the missing children. And the reveal that Michael Brooks is Golden Freddy, my fucking heart man.

And the kids wanting them to stay safe and secure after everything, because that’s their best friend ahhh.

The movie also manages to get that with the animatronics playing around with Abby. They have moments where they feel like big kids and it’s both so sweet and heartbreaking.

And I keep talking about the early games but it’s honestly the last few that have made that jump to me. Like even sister location to me, it was always Baby and never oh it’s Elizabeth too.

Like I just assume Elizabeth doesn’t exist anymore and not even in a ghost way either. And I don’t think Fnaf 6 counts because it’s all in the speech rather than the animatronics themselves.

So probably Security Breach/ Ruin which is also interesting because ti my knowledge they aren’t possessed. And yet probably act more like humans than Gregory (this is a joke btw.)

Into the pit had a thing about replacing Oswalds dad with Spring rap but Springtrap just never felt like a person. Which honestly might’ve been even more terrifying had he been.

Regardless as the franchise starts to focus more on characters, I would like to see these aspects explored. I dunno how it would be especially with the whole oh btw the early games might not be canon.

Which…I refuse to think about…for my own sanity. But I do like this concept of animatronics possessed by kids acting like kids.

Granted our next game about the mimic which wasn’t possessed by a kid…as far as I’m aware. But it is modelled after Edwin’s kid and mimicked his behaviour.

So it would be cool to see that and idk maybe some existential moment of oh what am I now? Now that the friend I was made for is gone and so is my creator.

I’m just saying look at how happy Jackie and look at the mimic in Ruin, something horrible happened here.

I dunno if any of this made sense but it’s an interesting theme I think would be fun and horrifying to explore in this franchise.