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Siren Songs: Arthur Morgan x Siren!Reader

You sneered at the outlines of the men before you, your nails scratching faint lines into the thick glass. Your tail thrashed in the water, kicking up the dirt that sat thick at the bottom. The water tasted odd, like metal had been rusting in it for years, it didn’t taste clean. It made your skin start to ache.

You missed the taste of the sea.

Even in your deepest of dreams, you could still taste the salt on your skin and smell the brine that pooled beneath your body. How long had it been since you and your friends were snatched up from the sea? Years?

You glared at the men who had their backs to you, making sure to avoid eye contact as they laughed and regaled at how much money they had made off of you all. You could still feel the eyes of what looked to be thousands of people staring at you from beyond the thick glass and murky water you were all kept in.

They always made sure to keep the lid on tight, lest another “accident” happens and you all drown and maim another one of their men.

They had made a stop for the night, settling in some little town riddled with filth if the water they had rehomed you in was any clue. They had stashed your tanks in a stable amongst the four-legged beasts they call horses. Your heart tugged; Some of them were in the same shit show you were in: Forced to perform for the masses because of how different you were from humans. At least they could taste fresh air and even fresher waters.

Your eyes remained pinned on the men before you, narrowing your eyes and wrinkling your nose when one would turn to look at you before laughing with his “pals” only for them all to erupt in laughter.

“Come away from there,” one of your friends called. “It’ll do you no good just staring at them like that.”

A bitter taste settled at the back of your throat as you finally let go of the glass.

Just as you turned to swim towards your friends, the stable doors suddenly were yanked open.

“Dutch, are ya sure ye know what yer doin’?” Arthur didn’t even look over to the other men to his side.

He drew his bandana over his nose and unholstered his revolver as the older man just chuckled.

“Arthur, my boy, think of how much money we’d be gettin’ from this! In no time, we’ll be off in T-”

“Arthur’s right,” Hosea piped up. Dutch shot him a look. “They are dangerous creatures. They’ll think we’re just like their captors. One wrong move and we’re all goners.”

“It’s too late to back out now.”

Dutch unholstered his own revolver and started towards the stable that shockingly wasn’t very guarded.

Arthur followed close behind, eyeing the carts holding dangerous wild animals who eyed them all like they were walking hunks of meat ripe for eating. A shiver ran down his spine at the memory of that damned lion for Margaret that nearly took him down for good. Arthur snuck around the carts with Lenny and John while Dutch, Hosea and Micah took to the front.

A few shots rang out before Arthur and the others raced towards the front doors, already seeing a few bodies on the floor while Dutch had the rest getting on their knees.

“What is it? Money? We can give ya money!” one of the men pleaded.

They were all dressed nicely, better than anyone he’s ever seen in Saint Denis. They had to be from somewhere like New York City with clothes like that; Rich silks that were getting dirty from kneeling on the grimy floorboards covered in horse dung and God knows what else.

“Although ‘m honored for the offer, you fellows have somethin’ else I’ve had my eye on for awhile now,” Dutch smirked.

“Take it! It’s yours! Just let us go!” another of the men pleaded.

“Where are you fellows keepin’ the sirens?”

All of their eyes widened at the question.

“Wh- You can’t! They’re our star attraction!”

Dutch cocked the revolver and pressed it against the man’s forehead, the poor bastard was sweating through his expensive linens to the point where he could smell that pompous aftershave and cologne from where he stood.

“I ain’t askin’ again, gentlemen. The sirens?”

“There’s a wagon there,” Micah sneered, motioning towards the back of the stable with his gun. “What’s in it?”

Just the look on Micah’s face made Arthur want to silence him. Hell, everything Micah did made him want to shoot him dead where he stood.

“Arthur, go check it out,” Dutch motioned to the wagon.

Arthur swallowed thickly but slowly peeled away from the rest of the group. He was careful to step towards the wagon, noticing right away on how huge it was and especially how odd-looking it was. It was the same maroon wood with gold accents and wheels locked into place, but instead of large iron bars to keep whatever is in, it was thick glass.

With a lot of scratches on the inside.

Arthur stepped closer, noticing how murky the water was and how it was pushed back into the darkest corner of the stable away from the horses. The water must have felt so cold and disgusting.

At first, he didn’t see anything in the large tank.

And then he saw multiple pairs of eyes cutting through the darkness. Various shades of colors, but the pair of yellow eyes in the front stuck out to him the most. They were judging him, eyeing him up on whether he was prey to them or a predator. He couldn’t blame them, especially after how long those poor things have been in captivity. It made his heart twist in his ribs.

Dutch had been following this entire thing since Blackwater. It was his next big thing besides all of the other “plans” he had in that odd head of his. He was going to steal the sirens from this traveling circus and pawn them off to the highest bidder.

Dutch came up behind Arthur with a lantern in hand and gun ready in the other. His eyes widened at the sight of multiple eyes glowing the in the murky water and raised the lantern to the glass.

The entire pack of them flinched away from the light, but he really only got a good look at the one in front with the yellow eyes. Their scales had started to lose their color so long ago, there was just a faint trace of blue in the dull scales. Overgrown claws that had been neglected, a long tail curled and twisting the water, a wide fin that had little tears at the ends. He could only imagine how the others looked.

It was cruel to keep them in such disgusting conditions.

“Beautiful, aren’t they?” Dutch gawked. “Let’s get ‘em outta here and back to camp.”

It was late at night when Arthur left the confines of his tent, staring at the tank wagon at the edge of camp and started towards it with a lit lantern in hand. He saw the bodies in the water all huddled together, clinging to the edges on the tank fast asleep. Except for you.

Upon feeling eyes on the tank, your own parted and stared Arthur down as he walked up, a fire lit under his ass and burned him with determination. He saw you tail thrash a bit in the water, your claws sank a bit into the lip of the tank, the gills on your throat flared. You were trying to intimidate him, to drive him away; Yet you didn’t use your voice to do so.

“Why are you here?” your eyes narrowed.

He mulled over his words, his eyes pinned to yours in a hypnotic trance.

“‘M sorry.” Your eyes widened just a bit, your grip on the edge of the tank lessened. “I know you all’ve been through a lot. Made out to be some monsters, gettin’ looked like yer freaks. It ain’t fair to you all.”

He doesn’t know how long the silence enveloped you both. It could have been minutes, it could have been hours; But you softened up and finally let go of your death grip on the tank and freely floated on the water’s surface.

“You’re not… afraid of me?”

“No.”

“Then why are you here?”

Arthur’s throat bobbed as he swallowed thickly. The way your inhuman eyes searched his, the way the sun shimmered off of your dull scales. It made his stomach flutter in an odd way.

“‘M gonna get ya out of this mess.”

[grimowled]

the formidable @strikers-saloon said: It had been a choice of time and date for his return to see the Goetia that he almost finished off. In the end, it was his need for a job that kept him from ending Stolas that evening, that and M&M that attacked him, sending him running off. Sneaking past security and spells were natural, though he felt a prince who's got a contract out for them, even if it had been suspended for a moment, would have done better to protect himself. Finding a moment where no one else was around, he'd keep himself hidden in the dark, away from direct sight in case Stolas felt vengeful, and with a soft hiss, he'd begin to speak. "Such a wonderful thing to see, you're up and about as opposed to that hospital bed, or the tracks." He kept himself still to the sound of his boots, hoping his voice would echo enough to keep him safe until he could gauge their response. "I take it you feel safe enough with your banshee of a soon-to-be-ex called off the contract. But you do know who's she's got keepin' you safe from the other killers?" He couldn't help but smile, the killer turned pseudo-bodyguard, as now he was more worth to her alive than dead, while she was hatching a plan to acquire all of the wealth.

THE MANSION WAS DEATHLY QUIET, cloaked in shadows and mist as it once had been before his doomed arranged marriage came to pass, when he was a mere owlet raised by imp servants; only they remained to give it a faint semblance of life during daytime, with his prized daughter currently spending time away with her mother (she had been reluctant to leave him alone considering the recent events, but he'd needed some time to reflect in solitude). but at nightfall a thick silence engulfed it but for the tinkling of slow-revolving astronomical models and the crackling of the fireplace, which he stared pensively into as he sipped a glass of deep-red wine.

(it was a rather exciting time, for various events were finally set in motion!)

owlish senses had picked up on a certain shadow intruding upon the magical field surrounding his regal home, setting off the warding glyphs he'd placed around; he'd always been pretty lax when it came to personal security, having erroneously believed himself and his family untouchable - hiring blitzø as a bodyguard had been a thrilling little game meant to delight him, a mere excuse to keep the object of his obsession closer; and of course sponsor his charming little start-up business like any good patron of great wealth should.

but he had made a grave mistake, underestimating the unmatched resourcefulness and sheer determination of imps. a particular imp, to be precise: the very same who'd managed to sneak into his abode in the dead of night - a hitman with exceptional skill and courage in spades, enough to go confidently against an ancient eldritch demon of his caliber, now in his own territory.

but this? it was quite the turn of events - for stiker hadn't come to finish the job, this time. perhaps he'd finally realised what a damnably wasted talent he was in the hands of one so uninspired as stella.

the fire cast eerie dancing lights upon his pale strigine features, imbuing the four embers of his eyes with a fierce glow that stood out against the bleak slate-tinted background of creeping shadows. a subtle smile curled his beak as the unmistakably accented voice rose like a ghostly echo in the vast chamber. the prince himself was seemingly relaxed, silk-robed and languidly laying back in a plush armchair with his long limbs crossed, glass held between his talons, musing as he idly swirled the dark liquid within.

"--well, well. a little late for a visit, hm? I expected some flowers, or at least a get well card, after everything we've been through together ... really, I was terribly disappointed. but go on ... humour me. who is keeping me all safe and sound when it's dark outside?"

he could easily guess the answer - but he didn't mind the surprisingly pleasant chill that snaked down his spine prompted by the other's deep voice, pulsing like poison in his recent wounds.

[vital-spirit]

OFFSCREEN POST

Lucario steps into the spacious office, built to hold several large pokemon at once with space to spare. The wooden planks creak under his feet as he moves towards the chair laid out for him to sit across from his current employer.

“Nice t’see you again, Milotic. I watched yer evenin’ show tonight. Stunnin’ as always, of course.” 

The jingle of jewelry rings throughout the office as the serpentine Pokémon coils on itself to face Lucario, sending ripples through the water pool which she lied in. Her fanned tail fin raised to slightly cover her face as she looked down at him. “Stunning? I was breathtaking, boy.”

Lucario laughs.

“Right, right. You didn’t call me into town just for me to watch the show, though, did you? You wanted to talk business.” 

“Correct. I have a job for you.” Milotic slowly slithered out of her pool, circling around Lucario like a vulture as she spoke. “An important one, at that.”

He watches her, not taking his eyes off her for a moment. If she’s the vulture, then he’s the hawk.

“And that job would be?”

She craned her neck down to meet his eyes. “My wife and I’s anniversary is approaching, and I want to spoil her like the queen she is.” Her fanned tail fin flicked in the air beside him. “I’m thinking of a beautiful accessory to match my own. But I need the jewels to make it.”

Lucario nodded along. 

“Ah, so y’need me to go on a fetch quest fer it? Where were you thinkin’ of gettin’ the jewels? From Diance?” Lucario raised an eyebrow, still not taking his eyes off Milotic.

“Precisely.” Milotic raised her chin, returning to her poised and regal posture. “Preferably, the jewels should be yellows, whites, and golds to best match her shining scales.”

“Right…” Lucario makes a mental note of that. Wouldn’t want to make a mistake with Milotic’s request. He’s about to get up and say his goodbyes when he remembers something. 

“Ah, before I forget, I should probably mention that I got myself a bit of a partner in crime.” 

The serpentine Pokemon raised an eyebrow at him. “Elaborate.”

“Y’know how things are with the guild up in Harbor Town right now?” He asked her. “I’m takin’ a trip back there, and I ended up pickin’ up someone along the way. She’s a Lillipup. Fourteen, I think? She’s been comin’ along with me.” 

There was a brief period of silence as she seemed to contemplate this for a moment, her gaze sharp as a knife. “Does she know?”

“No. Keepin’ her in the dark. I have a plan, and she ain’t need to know,” Lucario explains, “Which brings me to my next concern. Thievul showed up while we were at Humble Ranch. I think he’s on our tail and could be in Sapphire Town any day now.” 

“I see.” The fanned tail raised to cover the bottom half of her face. With narrowed eyes, she asked, “I presume you’d want us to keep an eye out for him on your way to Diance’s to avoid any… complications?”

“That would be great. Don’t expect him to come into town with your… business around, but outside of the walls? No clue. I should be on my way soon. I’ve left Lillipup alone for far too long,” Lucario gets out of his seat. “Is this all we have to discuss?” 

“That will be all,” she nods, slinking back into her pool. “Fetch me my jewels, boy.”

[toujokaname]

Game master / Episode 12

Author: Akira

Characters: Mayoi, Kohaku, Aira, Hiiro, HiMERU

"Since you've all heard it, you're now all cursed, there's no escaping it. My condolences."

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Season: Winter

Location: Secluded Village

Mayoi: You'll... rue... this... daaay~...♪

Kohaku: ...gh?!

Aira: BWYAAAAAGHHH?!

Hiiro: Ohh, nice reaction.

Kohaku: ...Got me. All I could manage was brace myself as quickly as I could...

They said we'd rack up points for interestin' reactions, but it's trickier than it sounds, even if you're keepin' an eye out for it.

In that regard, I should learn from Rabu-han and HiMERU-han's example.

HiMERU: Hah? HiMERU had no reaction though?

Kohaku: Why're you tryna act tough for no reason? You're gettin' weak in the knees. You're surprisingly vulnerable to unexpected events, ain'tcha, HiMERU-han ♪

HiMERU: More importantly... What on earth are you up to, Ayase?

Mayoi: Ah, yes. Since I'm a "scarer"—I thought I'd try pretending to be a ghost for now!

Hiiro: Hehe. You really did look like a ghost. It looks like you're floating in mid-air, but how are you doing that?

Mayoi: Oh, if I spoil the trick, it might not be scary anymore, but... You see, I've coated the wires suspending me with black paint to render them invisible.

Hiiro: So, if Mayoi-senpai shines a flashlight on himself, combined with the darkness, it creates the illusion that he's floating. That's amazing, it's like a magic trick!

Aira: Ugh, seriously? I get it's Mayo-san's role so there's no helping it, but can you quit doing such abrupt things? My heart can't handle it!

Mayoi: I'm sorry, I'm sorry... Ah-choo!

Hiiro: Oh, are you cold after all...? It's not exactly the right season for a test of courage. Or rather, it's still winter, right?

Mayoi: Yes... I'm freezing. Nights are still quite chilly.

But more importantly, aside from scaring all of you, I have other duties to carry out.

Everyone, I thought I'd regale you all with a little ghost story to liven up the test of courage.

Fufufu. Let me tell you a terrifying tale about this Amagi Village, whether you want to hear it or not...♪

Hiiro: Fumu, sounds like the real deal.

Kohaku: Yeah, in movies and stuff, they tell ghost tales before the test of courage. Makes the whole thing even spookier.

Aira: No wayyy, this is kinda seriously scary... It's just some stupid festival plan, everyone needs to chill out...

Mayoi: Aah, you're so cute when you're scared, Aira-san...♪ I want to scare you even more...♪

HiMERU: What about the ghost story? HiMERU would rather not stand around and freeze, so could you hurry up and get it over with, please?

Mayoi: Ah, yes, I'm sorryyy...

Well then, umm, ehem, ehem ♪

This is a tale Rinne-san shared with me, a true story that transpired in this Amagi Village—

Aira: *Gulp...* K-Kohakucchiii... Could you, like, hold my hand?

Kohaku: Fine by me, but ain't we supposed to be enemies?

Hiiro: I'll hold your hand, Aira!

Aira: Let's just stick with Hiro-kun... You hear people throw around "This is a true horror story" like it's nothing, but hearing it in person is seriously frightening, you know...?

HiMERU: Being on the actual location, the feeling of immersion is remarkable.

Mayoi: Fufu. By the way, this is a story that, once heard, bestows a curse upon you.

Since you've all heard it, you're now all cursed, there's no escaping it. My condolences.

Aira: Ah, then I won't listen! Lalala~! Can't hear youuu!

Mayoi: That won't do. I'll press my mouth against your skull and let my voice resonate directly into your brain...♪

Aira: Unyaaaah?! That's so cruel~! Mayo-san, aren't you supposed to always be so gentle?!

Kohaku: C'mon, ain't it a tad overboard to be quakin' in your boots before even hearin' the story?

HiMERU: The atmosphere alone is scary enough. Well, HiMERU is not scared, but speaking in general terms.

Mayoi: Fufu. As you're aware, this Amagi Village remains concealed from the public at large.

However, during that particular incident, the media, driven by their vigor, breached taboos by introducing cameras into this village.

Aira: Uuughh, this totally matches our situation... Scary...

Mayoi: Naturally, a terrible disaster befell them!

Aira: Could you quit it with the sudden yelling?!

Hiiro: Since the story's not progressing, Aira, could you dial back your reaction performance...?

Aira: It's not a performance! I'm genuinely freaked out! Uuu, I'll cover my ears so you guys listen to the story for me!

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part of @cantankerouscanuck's Bionicle/LU AU

Something was definitely fishy.

Now, perhaps, an excessively clever fellow Nudge was not - which was fair, considering Bruisers were as renowned for their intelligence just as much as Kanohi Dragons were for their affability (that is to say, not at all) - but even a thick head like his could tell that the rest of the crew was acting mighty odd in these past few days.

He'd chalked it up to the whole reuniting thing at first: after all, Wind's usual demeanor had been off the closer they'd gotten to the prison his little Ga-sister had been locked up in for the crime of looking just a little bit too much like some other unknown blue armored being, and the frenzy of the rescue had fully exploded once the Air Matoran had swooped Aryll right in his arms in the safety of their vessel as it sailed away, both squeezing each other tight between the tears and the laughter while the cannons roared as they set the water ablaze to scare off anybody else who might have gotten the bright idea of trying to follow their tracks.

But by now everybody had calmed down, even their sweet new guest who had been so scared of him at first.

And yet the tomfoolery had not stopped.

It had started with Niko, of course - because everything started with Niko.

That sneaky little Matoran of Sonics had been struck by one of his bouts of frenetic, inexplicable, incomprehensible inspiration and as a result he and that pesky little Plasma pest that was Mako had begun getting really into booby trapping the whole ship, it seemed: everywhere Nudge tried to walk to was now a minefield of tripping wires and false planks, meaning he would be stumbling everywhere whenever he wanted to so much as go from below to above deck or vice versa.

How anybody else managed to find their way around his tricks was beyond him. The only one who also ended up tripping all around the vessel seemed to be poor Senza, in whose arms he was often caught just before slamming his face on the boards whenever he was not the one rescuing the Skakdi from the same fate.

Come to think of it, it was mighty suspicious that this never happened to his equally large and bulky cousin Gonzo...

As it was that the little incomprehensible stone (Magnetism) rat, Zuko, had begun taking his eyes off of the horizon he was supposed to surveil in order to put his looking glass at work intently following something right on the deck...

Or that Tetra and Link had been scampering off from his sight muttering gibbersih a little too similar to snickering and chuckling for his liking...

Something was afoot.

If only he could figure it out.

In the end, his only clue on this head-scratching mystery finally arrived from nobody other than little ol' fearless Aryll herself.

He heard her stifle a giggle as she hurried over to him so fast that her mask almost bounced off her face one she stopped a few feet from him, eyes curved in a little smile that knew a lot but seemed a little too keen on keeping it all to itself. She held her arms behind her back and swayed a little, laughing a few times as he raised his brows at her to make increasingly silly inquisitive expressions.

At last, Nudge kneeled down to be face-to-face with her: "What are you lookin' for, sister?" he asked in the sharp tone that amused her so much, "Somethin' between my teeth?"

The Ga-Matoran giggled some more and shook her head.

"Oh? Then what is it?"

"It's a secret!" she laughed.

"Is it one you can tell me? I'm good at keepin' these things!"

Aryll shook her head again, but waved her hand towards herself as she began skipping away: "You can see it!"

See it? What sort of secret needed seeing? His mind went to important dates, to figure out if there were any Matoran or Skakdi festivities coming about, but none came to mind. Had they found a treasure map with something he might've liked and kept it hidden from him to regale him with a surprise? But why hadn't Niko let it slip, since that was exactly the sort of thing he just couldn't have shut up about no matter how much he or anybody else might have wanted him to?

Even more puzzled (and taking great care not to trigger any traps on his way), the Bruiser took off after the little one running above deck.

Dang those tiny Matoran legs! Who gave them the right to be so quick and nimble? He was struggling to keep her in his sights with how fast she was moving! And her height definitely wasn't helping - she was so small that he couldn't even raise his head a moment, keeping it down before he lost track of her--

Bam!

His head collided with another one, producing the classic sound of a tough Skakdi skull slamming against something just as hard.

Both him and the unfortunate goon he'd crashed into began blathering loudly at each other, screaming insults at each other before even opening their eyes. Of course that meant that when he actually had the time to look at who the hell he was yelling at him and found that it was not Gonzo, but Senza, he immediately shut himself up in mortification - which the other also did, clenching his beautiful toothy face in a comical grimace of guilt.

They held each other's gaze for a long moment; then, realizing neither had meant to hurl the worst names possible at the other, they both broke into matching nervous laughs.

"You scared me," Senza apologized, rubbing the spot where they'd collided a little more gently. "I didn't mean to ram into ya like that..."

"Ah, that's my fault, my fault," Nudge hushed him: "I wasn't lookin'-"

"Neither was I! I was chasing Wind, and ya know how those little scamps are - they make 'em far too small, I say!"

The Bruiser perked at that: "Wind?"

"Ye, he was insisting I had some business here-"

"I was chasin' his sister!"

"And why's that?"

"Took me to see a secret, she said!"

The two hulking figures stared at each other for a moment, brains slowly working together to come to a similar conclusion.

The voices were faster than them.

From right above them, a far from angelic choir arose in a barely harmonized cacophony to delight them with an old sea shanty typical of some far off Xia ports where sailors heckled at the lowly dock workers (because if they tried that on the females in charge they wouldn't survive to tell the tale), which told the tale of a poor male holding tight onto his raft as a water-dweller asked him for his hand to either save him or drown him - which option was the true one being source of wild speculations among academics of lowly pubs and cabin girls alike.

It got through the first four verses and refrain unhindered, but only thanks to the surprise factor; at the start of the fifth Tetra was already giving up on the lyrics to just laugh at Nudge's embarrassed wrath, Aryll was giggling too much to keep her singing stead, Niko and Wind were throwing dried petals into the Bruiser and the Skakdi's faces to shut up their indignated shouts, and Mako was hiding behind the other Matoran to evade their wrath. Only Zuko and that traitor Gonzo were still singing loud and proud, the former's awful pronounciation mixing with the other's excessively forced basso buffo to concoct the worst sound available to any being capable of speech.

Nudge and Senza snorted furiously to keep themselves from laughing, because by the Great Spirit they were real damn mad - trying to set them up like that! Again! For the fifth time! - but oh, if this wasn't just the funniest possible thing.

[pyrrhocorax]

@jamtland tagged me in a meme (huzzah!) so let's DO this shit.

Last song: HYPERVESSEL by Nocti, which is a 90s remix of Strawberry Crisis from Touhou 3.

Current obsession: trying to clean my apartment and get it in order because it looks like a bomb went off (to me at least. i try to be very organized and keep things very tidy. i have a very low tolerance of prolonged mess in my personal space and so much is disorderly rn)

Last film: it was either twilight (i watched it for the first time and had LOTS of opinions about it) or who framed roger rabbit (which also watched for the first time), both of which with friends who were like bRO HOW HAVE YOU NOT WATCHED THESE FILMS YET!!!!

Currently reading: I am both reading Walden by Henry David Thoreau (it's my book i have in my bag and i read parts of it while i am waiting around) and Kingbird Highway by Kenn Kaufman. both are going Slowly since I've been insanely busy lately.

Currently watching: new season of jujutsu kaisen (my other main fandom rn. okkotsu rules). been also rewatching/listening to full metal alchemist: brotherhood while i get my apartment in order tagging. @hws-lceland @aphpuffinchild @losnordiquitos @spaceman-spaetzle as hetalia people i have interacted with enough that i feel comfortable tagging. also pals @keepin-it-regal and @vesper-tilionidae too.

[keikakudori]

your biggest strength, out of everything that you also do so well (ex; descriptions, scene-setting, dialogue) as a roleplayer is how effortlessly you convey deep complex emotions and observations that are not only beautifully poetic but they're poetic in a way that actually suits aizen sousuke. they're not just vaguely poetic for whatever lu, the mun, thinks is poetic. aizen is the one weaving poetry and the way he connects dots and sticks to his 'favorite descriptors' and other things suits him so well. that, and your biggest possible strength is how much you've made me care about your dumb blorbo. keep on keepin' on, lu.

[ what do you think is my greatest strength as a roleplayer? ] / accepting!

cas, please. ;w; you always have the kindest things to say to me about my aizen portrayal and i swear i want to print every one out so i can look at them forever. i've come to find out (with your help) just how complex and nuanced aizen really is beneath the calm & regal exterior he presents to everyone and i love to touch on how varied his emotions are. he's still a person, beneath that seeming perfection, and that means he's got all of his own flaws. i do my best to make sure what i give with my descriptions of his emotions is what i see in him, what i've managed to build into him over these past several years.

and listen - listen -- you know how much i love you and your gin and the fact that i've made you care so much about aizen when i know you weren't his biggest fan long ago is something that makes me so happy. i wouldn't ever have gotten this far without you and i look forward to inflicting you with aizen feelios for years to come, okay? but seriously, lemme just AAAAAAAAAAAAAA at you.

[pellmelegy]

10 People to Know Better

I was tagged by @darklysnarky , thank you!

Relationship Status: Single, not looking. Ace.

Last Song I Listened To: Prima Donna Gauntlet, by Diablo Swing Orchestra.

Three Favourite Foods: Cotton candy, mac n cheese, blueberries. I’ve got a big sweet tooth, so most desserts are good in my book, but I’m not big on cake.

Last Thing(s) I Googled: Alton Brown, for a list of shows he was part of. McDonalds established, 1930. Chuck E Cheese, for the rat’s full name.

Dream Trip: If we’re dreaming Really big, I want to go to the deep sea. I want to be in a submarine at the ocean floor, seeing and hearing the vastly different life down there. If we are thinking more realistically, my family goes on a trip to the same place every year, and I always look forward to it. It’s not a big name destination, or anything very fancy, but I really enjoy and value those times.

Tagging: @keepin-it-regal, @captainmcfancypants, @cloudiastrife, @biophilie, @tardybird, @mohsthetic, if interested!

[conferringwithcats]

5 SONGS

tagged by @spinning-logic so here ya go~ some songs i’ve been into lately 🖤 no links cuz i’m on mobile 😑

1. Fick Dich by 257ers! Super catchy and fun

2. Love Again by Dua Lipa. I love this song so much and it gets stuck in my head constantly

3. No Such Thing as a Key by Nekrogoblikon. Man the guitar in this one fucks so severely and I highly HIGHLY recommend checking out this band in general. I could listen to them for eternity. The vocals? 👨🏻‍🍳💋 The keyboard? 🥴💦 The GOBLIN?? 🤘🏻🤘🏻🤘🏻

4. Sacrifice by Okilly Dokilly. It’s such a shame that this band only has two albums (but realistically how many metal songs about Ned Flanders can you make?) and they both shred my fucking face off but this is my favorite song by them (which was a tough call, they’re all so good 💀)

5. Monster by Reckless Love. This one is from Peacemaker and it plays in my brain at least once a day since I heard it over a year ago.

thanks this was fun!! i tag @thequeerestdad @cherrybombe @keepin-it-regal if you’re up for it!

[luciftixs]

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Trying to get a feel for art again after so long

Ayin my beloved yet detested

25 notes - Posted September 23, 2022

#4

Memes are great warmups lol

28 notes - Posted September 27, 2022

#3

role swap

wow found another old piece i only posted to dA and twitter...... i should redraw this one day actually

33 notes - Posted November 7, 2022

#2

Lob Team Epic

35 notes - Posted November 21, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

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a piece i did forever ago that i only posted to twitter

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[mokutone]

Ask meme: Gai!

hee hee hee...i got SO MANY gai asks💚

answers under the cut!

favorite thing about them okay so there was this ninja clash game i played when i was a kid before i even liked naruto, and might gai was my favorite character to play because he had this special move where you would like. grip the other character around the middle, tell them how proud you were of them, and a SUNSET would MANIFEST behind you...and then you would hug them so tight that they'd go down instantly I did not give a shit about naruto at this time. i did not know who gai sensei was. i was still, absolutely obsessed, and i still kind of am. so like!!! what i like about him is how much FUN he is. he's still a character with serious narative weight behind him, but he's fun, and he's full of love! and he's also so handsome...and he's so compassionate to the people around him and—[is pulled off stage by a hook]

least favorite thing about them UM. sometimes. he puts rock lees dreams before rock lees safety. and while i. understand. that. i am also like gai sensei my beloved. i will take my squeaky hammer to your head stop it stop it stop it. ALSO. WHAT THE FUCK WAS THE BIT WHERE HE WAS LIKE. "rock lee if this surgery doesnt work out i will die along side you." LIKE. DUDE A SU*CIDE PACT WITH YOUR STUDENT. DUDE WHAT THE FUCK!!!!! AAUAUAUAUAUA WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH THIS MAN HELP!!!!!!! i'm in pain? i'm in pain!!! was that helpful???? to anyone??? what the fuck!!!

favorite line when gaara is like. why wont u let me kill him [rock lee]. why are u protecting him [rock lee]. and gai is just like. "He is precious to me." i fuckin. WAAHHHHHH...... WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH....

brOTP kakashi!!!! :) he's kakashis best friend, his right hand arm...man. his everything. his confidant. his silly rabbit. kakashi is also all of these things to him.

OTP bleh bleh bleh! idk. kakayamagai is still my favorite here if i have to pick a ship

nOTP god whats something insane. uhhh. ive literally never seen any gai ship that wasnt like kakagai or kakayamagai which are both absolutely fine. yamagai itself is also fine i just think theyd also be like hilariously unbalanced on their own. maybe gai + kurenai. i'm having trouble with these notp questions. i dont really care!

random headcanon gai is a cat person more than a dog person but hes also wildly allergic to cats. you would think because hes loud and energetic hed be more of a dog person, but this is not the case. he doesn't dislike dogs ofc, kakashi is his best friend rival etc etc + he loves pakkun, but hes a cat person. big cats especially. hes a turtle person overall, though, obviously.

unpopular opinion ACK...UHHHH. i dont know. i get really uncomfortable with specifically romantic fics or art or stuff where it's all just like. kakashi is in pain and suffering, and gai is taking care of him, you know? like. a relationship should be reciprocal...that is arguably the most defining feature of their relationship since gai characterizes them as rivals!!! people who compete, and through their competition, better each other... obviously gai cares a lot about kakashi and would lay down his life if he thought it would help kakashi, but a lot of times i worry abt it sliding towards the fantasy of a partner who is also a caretaker, and that makes me like. desperately uncomfortable. i don't think it's like. a problem to make or find comfort in that kind of content, because like there's a reason hurt/comfort is so popular, and there is obviously nothing inherently bad about wanting to be helped! or wanting to help others!!! it's just like. ack. sometimes on a bad day it skeeves me out, personally. gai should be on the receiving end of care and attention from kakashi too—and we know kakashi isn't good about that kind of thing. but like. gai is also his best friend. he makes an effort.

song i associate with them tubthumping by chumbawamba. im so sorry. uhhh a really repetitive song which talks kind of only about standing yourself back up and focusing on the positive while also avoiding mentioning directly any of the negative things which ARE knocking you down. it feels very like. avoidant and repetitive while also being fun and bright and something i'd gladly howl along to were i inebriated and in good company. i wanted to give him a cool song, i really did, but just...the kind of mantra vibe of this. yeah i really feel it for gai

favorite picture of them

i literally love him so much looooook at himmmmmm

[orange-plum]

G, f, b

G - Do you remember your first OTP, if so who was in it

Yeah... It was Inuyasha and Kagome.... If we’re not counting ships I liked as a kid, but the first official OTP I had

F - What’s the longest you’ve ever been in a fandom

I was in Hetalia for 9 years. And it was basically my main and only fandom for 9 years so I was committed lol

B - A pairing you initially didn’t consider but someone changed your mind

If were going with my fandoms, I’d say Ganthea or Laila/Kristi. If we’re going other fandoms, I’d say Saitama/Sonic or Sweden/Finland.

[godkilller]

GIN DIDN'T SMOKE OFTEN, he remembered when he was a boy, before he met Rangiku, the first time he saw an older woman in the Sixty-fourth balancing a pipe elegantly in her hold, wisps of smoke languidly trailing from painted lips. When she caught sight of him peering, she sneered his way, scoffing, the scent of smoke stinging his eyes into a squint. That croak of hers echoed in his memory; out, you little rat, you'll scare away my customers... or something of the sort. Gin thought the act seemed so regal, as though he hadn't been down some back alley in the slums whilst scavenging through trash.

The next time wisps of smoke greeted him he was sitting across from Aizen Sousuke. Gin was studying him openly, watching every move -- and finding himself mesmerized by how accurate that hazy veil of smoke between them was ---- obscuring the full proper picture of the man in front of him, and obscuring him from Aizen's full view, too.

Here, Gin hid behind the quite literal smoke and mirrors -- obscured from Izuru, kept just out of proper sight. There was something to be said about how such a habit spawned in light of Gin not being particularly fond of alcohol's tendency to loosen one's tongue; he couldn't afford the more common art of escapism found at the bottom of a few sake bottles -- his secrets were too fatal to let slip.

The hitching pause in his breaths was barely noticeable upon Izuru's devoted pledge, and though normally such an act of loyalty, of love, could offer immense comfort... Gin found himself aching over it. Hurting. Izuru may very well die here because of him -- be it via an Espada taking not too kindly to his abrupt addition to the roster of their leadership, or because Izuru became the sole thing stopping Gin from snatching back the Hogyoku. If Aizen used his lieutenant against him, as a sort of failsafe to stay Gin's hand from Kyoka Suigetsu, then Izuru may find himself skewered in the crossfire. The unfortunate reality was that, in that particular scenario, the best thing Izuru could do for Gin was either desert him or die.

❝ -- as long as we're clear, 'n you stand back when I tell ya to, I'll certainly be keepin' that offer in mind. ❞ A languid coil of smoke trailed out from the balcony and into the night's silver glow. Gin propped against the railing, lounging to hide his bristled tension. His jaw flexed, and a sleeve-hidden hand tightened around one of the bars.

❝ 'nough about me, though. Is there anythin' you want me to do for ya in return? ❞ A lighter tone, Gin tilted his head in a playful manner -- a smile edging toward half-joking. He didn't mind the proximity, he hardly cared for personal space when it came to the few Gin didn't guard himself against -- at least from attacks and the sort.

❝ Need me to get any Arrancar off your back for ya? Or... on it, dependin' on whatcha want... ❞ Sly, perhaps a bit hopeful in distracting with that last bit, Gin nudged against Izuru's side with a light tap of his elbow.

IZURU THINKS HE COULD COUNT ON ONE HAND all the instances he's seen his captain smoke, and every time he wonders what it means when Gin indulges in such a vice; see, when Izuru drinks, nothing matters for a few hours────the drunken haze that clouds his mind too thick for woes and worries to find their way through.

Gin sounds so...clinical, so accepting────but perhaps the spectre of death that he has become so intimate with that it holds him like a lover troubles him more than he's willing to let on. Perhaps that is why he burns it down in the bowl of the kiseru, wishing for it to be carried away like the smoke on his breath.

❝ ...I am still your lieutenant: there might not be anything that I can do about him, but I would do anything for you, ❞ Izuru tells Gin, for what little comfort it might offer. But in his heart, it is true.

In the chill of the desert night, Izuru shifts ever-so-slightly closer to Gin's side, subconsciously seeking the other's warmth for himself. ❝ I hope that you will continue to keep that in mind, Sir. ❞

[sailorstar-akimia]

Character meme: Regal Bryant!

Oh man!! This apparently got buried in my inbox AGES ago and I only just now saw it! I’m so sorry for missing this! D:

character: hate them | don’t really care | like them | LOVEthem | THEY ARE MY PRECIOUS

ship with: Y’know, I don’t really have any solid ships for Regal! I’ve kind of dabbled around with a lot of casual possibilities with him, like Lloyd, Raine, and Zelos, and I recall thinking that he and Sheena had some surprising chemistry in DotNW, but none of them have ever really stuck. I’m pretty okay with any ships for him!

brotp: Presea. I totally get them as a ship, but anything with them as being other than friends just feels a bit awkward, to me. Paw Pad Pals forever!

general opinions: Oh man. Regal. This guy’s a good bean; what a sweetheart. I found him intriguing when he first showed up in Symphonia, and his backstory is really heartbreaking. Such a sweet man that’s made some hard choices. I think the only thing that’s really too bad, involving him, is that he’s one of the more under-utilized characters in Symphonia’s story. Once his section’s done and his backstory’s told, he doesn’t really bring a whole lot more to the table, plot-wise. He always felt, to me, like he would have been a good bonus character that you had to go out of your way to get, similar to Vincent from Final Fantasy VII. They’re both interesting, tortured characters that add some flavor to the story and some gimmick in their gameplay, but just kind of have their little arcs before their story is told and they’re just fun to have around after that. But yes. Regal Bryant. Good guy. A+ man bra. Beats up Zelos. Solid choice.

[textsfromwatchpointgibraltar]

🎁📖🎉

🎁 best gift you’ve ever gotten:

I’ve gotten a lot of great gifts? But probably my first tablet. Or my school trip to Turkey and Greece.

📖 favorite book:

I love a lot of books...so I’ll list a few: Stephen King’s short story anthologies, Anything by Tamora Pierce, Stardust, Good Omens, the Greywalker series, Anything by Simon R Green, anything by Terry Pratchett...I like a lot of books haha.

🎉 favorite holiday:

I really like Halloween? Also any holiday that means I don’t have to work :p

[valerikay]

character ask meme: Tweek?

thanks so much for sending one in dude ;u;

general opinion: fall in a hole and die | don’t like them | eh | they’re fine I guess | like them! | love them | actual love of my life hotness level: get away from me | meh | neutral | theoretically hot but not my type | pretty hot | gorgeous! | 10/10 would banghogwarts house: gryffindor | slytherin | ravenclaw | hufflepuffbest quality: tbh i’m a sucker for his yelps and twitches in the show, I relate a lot to those involuntary jerks and outbursts. He really does his best and struggles so much to overcome!!worst quality: when he’s reduces in interpretations to literally nothing more than screams ship them with: Craig mostly, but also Kyle! brotp them with: Craig’s gang as a unit since I think they’d be happy to take him under their wingneeds to stay away from: his parentsmisc. thoughts: he’s so talented?? I forgot to mention i ship him with happiness and tranquility