#lamplighter icons

[koolega]

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[kincord-kinhelp]

Seld indulgent Icons for an alter from a very easy to guess au!!

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[hotcinnamonsunset]

Distantly, through a slowly clearing fog, through a messy kiss, Alex can't help but marvel at the knowledge that he's crossed some kind of Rubicon, here in this room that's almost as old as the country it's in, like Washington crossing the Delaware. He laughs into Henry's mouth, instantly caught up in his own dramatic mental portrait of the two of them painted in oils, young icons of their nations, naked and shining wet in the lamplight. He wishes Henry could see it, wonders if he'd find the image as funny. -- Red, White & Royal Blue, chapter 6

[liloinkoink]

talking in lamplight server abt Martyn in 3L vs LimL and his choice to betray or not betray his allies—namely, Martyn choosing to kill Scott in LimL, and choosing to stay loyal to Ren in 3L. it made me realize i’ve never made a post abt one bit of how i understand the way Martyn operated toward the end of third life, so im copy pasting what i said over there

i’ve always taken Martyn’s refusal to kill/betray Ren in 3L as the opposite of choice—3L Martyn could never choose, and that’s why he stuck with Ren

LimL Martyn made a choice. he decided to betray scott, and he won. but he waited till the last second to do it, stalling until they were final 3 to drop lava on the other two and steal the win (which. iconic)

but 3L…. ooc, in a stream after the fact, Martyn said he wanted to kill Ren when they were final five. they died seventh and sixth, right outside the cutoff

i’ve always taken that to imply, like… moving goal posts

Martyn telling himself he’ll kill Ren… but not yet. sitting there on yellow, telling himself he’ll kill Ren on red. singing the song of spring on red, but telling himself he’ll need an ally for now to go after the crastle and the desert, and that he’ll kill Ren once they’re dealt with. he needed Ren to kill Joel and kill Scott, he needed Ren to defend Dogwarts. fighting their enemies would be easier with someone at his back. he needed to wait. Ren took off his armor in front of Martyn, Etho, and BigB, and Martyn had the perfect opportunity…. but he reminds Ren to put it back on. can’t kill Ren in front of their friends, after all, they’d just jump him. later, later, the moment will come. after this fight, after that battle, he’s still better alive than dead, there’s still a good reason, Ren can live just a little longer….

but he’ll do it soon, he swears

he cares for Ren, but not more than he cares for himself. he’s selfish, a survivor. Martyn will never make a choice that will put his own survival at risk. but didn’t you hear me? he’s selfish. he likes Ren. he wants to keep him around. he doesn’t want to let go of him. but he will. after this. just one more minute

i don’t think he ever chose. to me, he kept putting off that moment he would have to, and then that choice was taken from him

[sophie-hatter-jenkins]

Auburn

A microfic written for Day 1 of Jily Week 2024, run by the very lovely @sunshinemarauder and @kay-elle-cee, and inspired by the theme Love is in the Hair - one of those iconic 'wow' moments!

647 words

Rated G

A flash of red catches James Potter’s eye for the very first time.

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James Potter was twelve years old the first time he really noticed Lily Evans’s hair. Obviously, he’d seen it plenty of times before, just like he’d seen Sirius’s hair or his Mum’s hair. The difference was that he hadn’t ever looked at it properly before. 

The day it happened, he and Sirius were in their usual seats in the Potions classroom, at the bench in the back right corner; the one that was least visible from Slughorn’s desk and therefore offered the most potential for messing about. 

Sluggie had finished his opening lecture on the topic of Swelling Solution - or at least that was what James assumed he’d been talking about, since that was what was written on the board, but he honestly hadn’t heard a word; he’d been too busy scribbling notes to Sirius. In fairness, Swelling Solutions did sound like they could be quite entertaining, and the idea of slipping some into the pumpkin juice at the Slytherin table convinced him that it might be worth actually putting a bit of effort in for once.  

He and Sirius played Spell, Shield, Serpent to decide who had to go and get their ingredients from the supply cupboard. Sirius lost, and made a rude gesture at James as he scraped his stool back along the stone floor. James smirked at him, then started to flick through his textbook looking for the right page, when a flash of red caught his attention; Evans, sitting next to that greasy loser Snape at the bench immediately in front of him, had flipped her hair back over her shoulders.

Her hair, he noticed, was remarkably thick and shiny, and James idly considered asking what Sleekeazy products she used. It was a very unusual colour, too. Auburn, he thought it was called; not an obnoxiously bright red, like the Prewett twins, but a darker, richer shade altogether. It seemed to change as she moved her head, the lamplight creating rose gold highlights and purple-plum shadows amidst the rich chestnut. 

As he watched, she picked up three sections from near the front, and began to weave them together, nimble fingers dancing a fascinating waltz down her head. She deftly pulled more and more strands into the pattern as she went, and the repetitive movement was oddly hypnotic. It left James entranced.

She’d just reached the nape of her neck when Sirius returned.

“How the hell is she doing that?” he muttered. 

“How is who doing what?” asked Sirius, dismissively.

“Evans.” He nodded towards her. “Doing that with her hair, behind her head, without a mirror or a charm or anything.”

“Oh. I dunno. Oi, Evans!” called Sirius. “James wants to know what you’re doing?”

Quite unexpectedly, James felt his skin heat with embarrassment at the thought that Evans might know he’d been looking at her. It was the strangest feeling, one that was completely unfamiliar. James decided that he didn’t like it, not at all. 

Lily shot them a disdainful look as she secured the tail of her hair with a band. “I’m plaiting my hair, obviously. You know, so it doesn’t get in the way while I’m brewing.” She looked pointedly at Sirius’s collar length locks. “Maybe I should teach you?”

Sirius looked horrified. “What? Like a girl? No way!”

Evans rolled her eyes and turned her attention back to the ingredients on the bench in front of her. 

“Why are you so interested in Evan’s hair all of a sudden?” asked Sirius, curiously.

“I’m not,” huffed James.

And he wasn’t. He had far more important things to think about after all, like Quidditch trials, for instance, and how he and Sirius were going to sneak their Swelling Solution out of the classroom without Sluggie noticing. Resolute, he started measuring out dried nettles to add to his mortar. He wasn’t going to think about Evans’s hair ever again; he was sure of it.

[lafcadiosadventures]

So, there's this scene in Cousin Bette, which has a pretty striking line:

– On a marché, dit le vieillard en se retirant, et les morts vont vite à Paris !

(Honoré de Balzac, La cousine Bette, 1846)

“The world moves on,” said the old man, as he withdrew, “and the dead move quickly in Paris!”

(tr. James Waring) (given the implications, I would translate the first half of Vautrin's reply as “We have made our move”)

and I was like, critique of capitalism, etc etc. My friend @madmerchant said she was pretty sure she'd read something very similar in Dracula. Was Stoker referencing Vautrin? Was it a coincidence? There's a persistent shroud of the Fantastic surrounding Vautrin, it would not be surprising if someone would have thought of him as a vampire, or an immortal creature of some kind... however:

“You are early to-night, my friend.” The man stammered in reply:—“The English Herr was in a hurry,” to which the stranger replied:—“That is why, I suppose, you wished him to go on to Bukovina. You cannot deceive me, my friend; I know too much, and my horses are swift.” As he spoke he smiled, and the lamplight fell on a hard-looking mouth, with very red lips and sharp-looking teeth, as white as ivory. One of my companions whispered to another the line from Burger’s “Lenore”:— “Denn die Todten reiten schnell”— (“For the dead travel fast.”)

oooh. this lead to discovering that Lenore, is one of the cornerstones of Romanticism. So it wasn't that Stoker was referencing Vautrin's last incarnation, but rather, the same originary poem Balzac hismelf was referencing. The influence of the poem was huge, and epsecially the french went crazy over it. The first translation was published in the Journal des Débats in 1811, translated from English. The newspaper published it, not without adding the poem put in display "the most odious vices of the German School".

It was not until Mme de Saël (she of the North vs South temperaments fame) wrote an article trully valuing the work as the poetic masterpiece it was, that the fever for Lenore started to root on the young minds of a Certain Group of Artists-and their readers- in 1820. Madame de Saël had thrown the gauntlet:

"No french translation, be it prose or verse, could express all the nuances and detaild of the German original."

and one Gérard de Nerval picked it up, offering FIVE translations of his own throuout the years...

The poem collects a German folk story, and as soon as you read the summery you *know* why the more edgy Romantics were crazy about it. Like other German folk tales (as Der Erlkönig) it features a frenzied ride through the forests, and a lover that is not what he seems to be (he is DEATH. The RIde is A TRAP) Embroildled in the poem are some anti nobility aspects:

"(in Lenore, we hear) The powrful and pained voice of a Titan, tormented until death by the aristocracy. (...) In German language, 'Bürger' (the poet's name) is synonimous to citoyen"

(Heinrich Heine)

and a desire to revindicate the autochthonous, popular poetry from the lower classes -the Lenore poem is recolected from a popular song Bürger heard a young peasant singing- as the true voice of a nation:

It will remain eternally true that if we have no Volk, we shall have no public, no nationality, no literature of our own which shall live and work in us. Unless our literature is founded on our Volk, we shall write eternally for closet sages and disgusting critics out of whose mouths and stomachs we shall get back what we have given.

(Johann Gottfried Herder)

So, what I'm saying is, I must read Lenore, and also, it is very likely that that Vautrin line is a direct reference to that icon of the dawn of French Romanticism, something the then elders (cousin bette was published in 1846) would have remembered and understood...

[carlosvalderrama]

We opened a Ko-Fi! And to celebrate it while we are in the Season of the Witch, we prepared a new digital printable miniature: Jack o'lantern! But this is a reinterpretation I made of the old iconic character, taking the original legend in which the lantern is a turnip instead of a pumpkin. and of course, lots of liberties were taken 😁

When Stingy Jack tricked the Devil himself, he couldn’t know what kind of curse would shed on him! His black heart turned into a rooted nest infested with worms. His burning head, now a turnip which would hold the inextinguishable embers of Hell. From that day, he would walk the Earth as a monstrosity; a grotesque silhouette that recalls a man holding an impious lamplight even when he lost his humanity forever. That’s why he’s called JACK’O LANTERN!

This is a sculpted model that captures all the creepiness and gnarliness only a mutated undead turnip can have! Go check our Ko-Fi to get the digital file of Jack’o Lantern and benefit from our 66,6% Special Discount from today until November 5th. And we also have some mobile wallpapers if you want to take the Halloween spirit wherever you go!

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[dailycharacteroption]

Hybrid Class Review: Investigator part 3

(art by LaminIllustration on DeviantArt)

Archetypes

The investigator boasts an interesting set of archetypes, so let’s dive right in! I tend to divide these archetypes into four categories.

Perhaps the first group I’d like to go over are those investigators that are still expressly detectives while dropping the alchemy in favor of other specializations. Perhaps none is more iconic here than the sleuth, which feels like it was made specifically to be a non-specialized detective that drops alchemy entirely in favor of having a pool of luck to help them through the day. Meanwhile, the Jinyiwe focuses on divine mandate and gains spells from such a source, while the Psychic Detective instead uses psychic magic and their sensitivity to gain clues and insights as well as defend themselves. Scavengers also exist which use quasi-magical gadgets instead of alchemical potions, and the Questioner augments their interviews with bardic magic. Additionally, Spiritualists (the archetype, not the class) channel the spirits of the dead to gain answers, while Malice Binders turn witchcraft lore against the wicked.

Of course, some investigators keep the alchemy while still having their own specializations as detectives. Bonded Investigators make use of a familiar ally, for example, while Steel Hounds are never without their trusty firearms. Ciphers investigate by being supernaturally unnoticeable by those that would stop them, while Cult Hunters and Infiltrators both finds ways to find and put a stop to secret societies and insular groups. Others specialize in gleaning secrets from the dead, such as Gravediggers and Dread Investigators, though their methods differ. Empiricists use unfailing logic to defeat deception and trickery, while Profilers use psychological profiles to determine suspects. Forensic Physicians are trained to glean secrets from the dead in a more mundane manner, while Skeptics use their keen senses and knowledge of parlor tricks to reveal fake hauntings and deal with the real ones. Meanwhile, Guardians of Immortaility, Lepidstadt Inspectors, and Ruthless Agents are known for their dogged pursuit of their goals. Finally, Hallucinists use mind-altering substances to reveal the truth, while Lamplighters reveal with alchemical light sources.

Of course, there are some so-called “investigators” that actually deserve investigation of their own, notably the Conspirators, who hide their activities and deceive others, and the Masterminds, master manipulators that can coach their allies on plans in advance.

While plenty of investigator characters may not actually be professional detectives, some of these archetypes are expressly not that while still using their brilliant intellect. Some are scholars and archaeological collectors, such as Antiquarians, while others study mysterious beasts like Cryptid Scholars. Meanwhile, Cartographers and Star Watcher, who study their charts for very different effects, are also a possibility. Engineers create inspired devices, while Holomog Demolitionists destroy with shocking precision and cunning. Utterly ignored but shockingly competent is the Majordomo, who serves dutifully and organizes those under them to great effect, while Tekritanin Arbiters put their brilliant minds to resolving conflict. Natural Philosophers meanwhile study nature directly, while Portal Seekers study the realms beyond the natural. Finally, Reckless Epicureans test their experimental formulae on themselves, while Toxin Codexers specialize in understanding poisons even beyond the standard investigator’s knowledge.

As you can see, these archetypes come in all shapes and sizes, but all in the end fall back on the core theme of the investigator, which is finding the truth. That truth may be the mysteries of a crime or misdeed, or they may be more esoteric such as scientific advancement, occult mysteries, and beyond.

That does it for today, but tomorrow I’ll share some thoughts on the class as a whole.

[dragynkeep]

Oscar's Volume 6-onward design has echoes of one of the iconic, later designs of The Little Prince, which I believe is what people often brought up in comparisons when arguing for his allusion before, but it's not the one most are familiar with (the all-green with a yellow scarf).

I also think there's some interesting parallels to be found between Oscar's story (what little of one there's been) thus far, and the six planets The Little Prince has visited before Earth in the story. I could see the drunkard being Qrow, and the businessman or the lamplighter being James.

That being said, as with a lot in RWBY, they could have done so much more with it.

honestly the "they could've done so much more with it" is pretty much there for all of the rwby allusions because they're so bare bones, they really don't matter at the end of the day.

however, it's weird that they choose to evoke an outfit of the little prince when oscar is less of who he is: having begun the merge with ozpin into whatever they will become as time goes on. would it not have made more sense for oscar to have this type of outfit when we first meet him & then have his style transition into mirroring ozpin's as they begin the merge?

having oscar be defined by orange & green, with the green keeping him in line as an oz host & not really his own individuality, instead of yellow & green just further muddles it.

if this was something that was "planned from the beginning" of oscar's conception, then they really didn't get it across very well unfortunately & this seems to be a consistent issue in these characters.

i would love for there to be some easter eggs between them, hopefully some aus or fan rewrites can give oscar a better treatment than the canon has lmao

[signalhill-if]

Hey folks! It's just about time to start thinking about art.

I've tried to sit down several times and work out a style for Signal Hill, and it's just never looked right. Eventually I concluded that if I wanted art that looked right, I'd need to hire somebody else to do it for me.

So I'll be commissioning paintings of the characters from a very talented artist, @/wuntrum (not tagging because I am shy <3), whose are you can peruse here. Not only are they talented, they also have a comic called Signals, so it's like the universe is trying to tell me something haha. This is going to be over a pretty big time span because obviously it's quite expensive and it takes time to make art, but expect to be seeing the first piece in the next few months.

However, I still have some time to decide who is going to be the first up! I don't want to decide entirely on my own, so I'm going to make it a poll.

I'm also narrowing the options down to just characters we've met in the actual game so far. All of their portraits will be based on their in-game introductions. I'm going to give you a description of what I'm thinking for each one, the pros and cons, and I'll let y'all have the final say (or maybe like... the second-to-last say. If it's close enough I might pick). Without further ado...

Doc

I'm hoping to eventually have two versions of Doc, one with and one without the plague doctor outfit. The one you'd be getting first, though, would be with. It would be a full body painting of him standing against an abstract desert landscape, something that could function as both standalone art and have the title placed on the right. This one is probably also going to be the most expensive? Unsure, I won't know until I run the concept by the artist. Also it might be a little sad if the first piece I get is one where the character's face isn't even visible lmao.

Yasmin

This is the image that's been caught in my head for MONTHS, actually since super early in the game's development, haha. Yasmin reclining in a couch covered in pillows and draped with translucent fabric, possibly holding her pipe or possibly with arm outstretched to the viewer. Gah. I want to see it soooooo bad. But also maybe it would be good to leave this off until later, so we've got the vibe down a little better before getting started on this one?

Yvette

Yvette's intro is similarly iconic, seen from a low angle in a fancy robe perched on the fancy staircase. I've got a very good idea of what this one would look like since I've tried to draw it several times before, so that would be good re: references. It'll also be less expensive than the others, since I don't want this one to be a full body shot. So that's a big plus.

KC

The big downside with KC is that I'm not 100% sure which concept to go with- I could do her at the beginning of Lamplighters, in her windbreaker, with her feet kicked up on the table, smoking. Or I could do something inspired by Test Run. For that reason, it's probably best to leave her until Test Run comes out, but I'll throw her in in case y'all really want to see her intro scene lol.

Levi

Levi is similar in that I'm not 100% sure about the concept. It would certainly be him with the knife in Tracking Number, half body, but I'm not sure what angle or mood to go with, so I'd probably be leaving it somewhat up to the artist to decide. Might be better to leave him until later, but again, I'll include him in case y'all really want to see him.

[chthonicy]

The Lamplighter by Crystal J. Bell

In "The Lamplighter", a Young Adult Horror & Mystery written by Crystal J. Bell, we follow the story of Temperance, a young woman trying to solve the kidnapping of two girls in her eerie hometown, while trying to provide for her young sister and mother by being the town's only lamplighter. The story shows how she tries to battle hardships, loss, love and misogyny, while discovering unsettling truths about the town's famous figureheads that attracts sailors all over the world.

Crystal J. Bell wrote this story so well that Tempe's loss and spiraling became my own. I devoured this book 2 days in a row, while even at work, because I was so captivated by it. The details of the town were so beautifully described, and Tempe's persona resonated so much with mine. She is an icon for all women, the way she put her family and work over everything else, even though no one supported her simply for being a woman.

The fantasy elements of the book left me speechless. Not going to lie, I was expecting more of it, but in the end they completed the book in a good way. It left me craving for more, not believing what I was reading. But, as a stand-alone is more than enough. Crystal J. Bell gives all the details that were needed for a beautiful epilogue.

All in all, I love this book, rating it 5 stars, and I recommend it from the bottom of my heart. Temperance has a place on my hall of fame heroines.

[liloinkoink]

You know how every fandom has THAT one iconic fanfic every fan has read or at least heard about? Like passerine, or THAT one haikyuu fanfic? Congrats, Lamplight is THAT one treebark/renchantyn fanfic.

baffling thing to say to me. like on an objective level i know this Could be true, if only bc there aren't too many big treebark fics. but emotionally i do think you're fucking with me

[lab-rat-girls]

Hey this is an alternative blog for @gmanwhore to irl post! I might like. Put canon calls on here occasionally but it will mostly be me talking about my memories. My irl list is below, shifts happen randomly. Especially important ones will be green.

Oh yeah as a whole you can call us the Rainbow Collective. The lovers, the dreamers, and me if you will.

Icon by me!!!!!!

Half Life/Portal/HLVRAI:

G’: he thinks he’d blow our minds; g’ (starman by david bowie)

Ga-men: imaginary line imaginary minds; ga-men (labrynth by miracle musical)

Evil G-man: and by your judgement of my merit I’ll iherit nothing; e.g. (inherit nothing by phemiec)

Dr. Colette Green call me for your lover’s alibi; colette (call me by blondie)

Dr. Wallace Breen: how many milligrams of you are still left in there?; breen (marsha, thank you for the dialects but I need you to leave now by will wood)

Caroline: the devil likes to make my heart a double bed; caroline (Hermit The Frog by MARINA)

Barney Calhoun: kneeling in the stained glass tomb; barney (your body, my temple by will wood)

Dr. Judith Mossman: no apologies I expect misery; judith

Dr. Helen Hahn: I wish my cohorts weren't so dumb!; hahn

Gordon Freeman: you don't know me I am the only son; freeman (Dust Bowl Dance by Mumford and Sons)

Russel; we wrote some songs by the lamplight's gas!; russel (Ragtime Punk by Abney Park)

Cave Johnson: and I love me; cave (kiss me, son of god by they might be giants)

Gordon Feetman: read me my rights please!; feetman (6up 5oh cop out (pro/con) by will wood)

Bubby: come and go out my mind; bubby (2econd 2ight 2eer (that was fun, goodbye!) by will wood)

Danganronpa:

Kiyondo Ishida: you’ve gotta wanna break the hearts of all those pretty porcelain dolls; kiyondo (wrecking ball by mother mother)

Kiyotaka Ishimaru: don't you make me waste my breath!; taka (Marsha, Thankk You For the Dialects but I Need You To Leave Now by Will Wood)

Makoto Naegi: i’ll find strength in pain; makoto (the cave by mumford and sons)

Celestia Ludenburg: her kiss will bring you to your knees; celeste (vampire by the orion experience)

Hiyoko Saionji: when I rule the world; hiyoko (when I rule the world by liz)

Homestuck:

Karkat Vantas: my name was soiled by a last call spill; karkat (hand me my shovel, I’m going in by will wood)

Rose Lalonde: I’m afraid I can’t prescribe the diagnoses you seek; rose (marsha, thank you for the dialects but I need you to leave now by will wood)

Roxy Lalonde: you’re telling me I’m holding up eleven fingers?; roxy (...well, better than the alternative by will wood)

Jake English: I might rap like an english chap; jake (Welcome to Tally Hall by Tally Hall)

John/June Egbert: like action movie hero boy (Action Movie Hero Boy by Lemon Demon)

Aradia Medigo: and as your gasping for the last of air you'll tra la la la la; aradia

Equius Zahhak: the ship doesn't swerve as it heard how big the iceberg is; equius (Surface Pressure from Encanto)

Mituna Captor: I don't care what we do I wanna get all dolled up with you!; mituna (All Dolled Up by The Orion Experience)

Doc Scratch: you understand mechanical hands are the rulers of everything; doc scratch (Ruler of Everything by Tally Hall)

I ♡ Amy:

Amy Lee: all those pretty words you say to me pick me up whenever I’m feeling down; amy (queen of white lies by the orion experience)

The Walten Files:

Felix Walten: murders of murderers living in fear of it; felix (murders by miracle musical)

Boozoo

Bon

The Owl House:

Luz Noceda: i wanna live better days; luz (could have been me by the struts)

The Collector: I can run faster with no wind resistance!; the collector (no wind resistance! by kinneret)

Popee The Performer:

Papi: I can’t ignore what’s under dance floorboards; papi (2econd 2ight 2eer (that was fun, goodbye!) by will wood)

Popee: so squeal like a trolly wheel or cry like a baby with autism strapped to a celling fan!; popee (thermodynamic lawyer esq. Gfd by will wood)

The Amazing Digital Circus:

Pomni: please please what the hell is going on; pomni (help me by or3o)

Caine: nothing matters anymore; caine (a chattering lack of common sense by GHOST)

Fionna and Cake:

Fionna Campbell: there will come a soldier who carries a mighty sword; fionna (soldier, poet, king by the oh hellos)

The Scarab: never came down from her last trip on jesus; scarab the god auditor (thermodynamic laywer ESQ. GFD by will wood)

Candy Queen: feels so neat never wanna be myself again; candy queen (sweet by phemiec)

Slugterra:

Pronto Geronimole: so spread the word across the land; pronto (the cult of dionysus by the orion experience)

A Series of Unfortunate Events:

Lemony Snicket: when all hell breaks loose like all hells always do; lemony (your body, my temple by will wood)

Team Fortress 2 (note for these two it is just the classes, not the characters):

PNK Pyro: you must detroy beyond all recognition; pyro/sparky (burn him down by kitsch club)

PNK Medic: my heart is in my hand...eugh; medic/doll (the masochism tango by tom lehrir)

Miss Pauling: left foot over the right; miss pauling

PNK Spy: the roar of whispers in every crowd; charlotte/spy

PNK Soldier: you gotta wanna be a battering ram!; Sam/soldier

PNK Heavy: let's dance!; Lagomorpha

Saxton Hale: SAXTON HAAALE

RED Scout: I was born with the brains and the brawn!; scout

RED Spy: come on and twist the knife let's make this painful; spy

Grey Mann: the world screams kiss me some of God!; grey mann

Doctor Who:

Ace: hello world I’m your wild girl; ace (cherry bomb by the runaways)

Adric: (tag pending lol)

B.O.S.S: Colonal Walter was shocked when he heard from the Nile; B.O.S.S.

Brigadier Alastair Lethbridge Stewart: the crew stayed at their posts and the captain at his wheel; brigadier (the wrath of fate by abney park)

Undertale/Deltarune:

Susie: my dreams are getting so strange I could tell you everything I see; susie (ballroom blitz by sweet)

Papyrus: bonetrostle!; papyrus

Asgore: I wish you could stay at least one more day; asgore

Gaster: there was only one of you until you split the world in two; gaster (dr. gaster by shadrow) 

Flowey: your best friend; flowey (yeah just his theme)

Don't Hug Me I'm Scared:

Yellow Guy: I say “pardon me I’m dancing for no reason!”; yellow guy (make believe by steam powered giraffe)

Lesley: No matter how we twist and turn, we're still dancing in chains; lesley (her little song. yeah)

Five Nights at Freddy's:

The Marionette: you had a heart you hadn't felt; puppet

Sundrop: I'm walking on sunshine!; sundrop

Micheal Afton: look at this loser drinking coffee; micheal (it’s gonna get weird from gravity falls)

Circus Baby: try your best to hold onto to sanity; circus baby (join us for bite by jt music)

Ballora: to dance to spin to fly away; ballora (her song. lol)

Bendy and the Ink Machine:

Sammy Lawrence: i try to play Caruso but the needle skips the groove; sammy (The Haunted Phonograph by Thoushaltnot)

Bertrum Piedmont: don't you know you have to be this tall to die; bertrum (Art of Darkness by The Stupendium)

Daniel "Buddy" Lewick: dreams do come true; buddy

Henry Stein: he will set us free; henry

The Ink Demon: I can't believe you used to truly scare me; the ink demon

Hatchetfield Trilogy

Professor Henry Hidgens: spotlight on mr. ingenuie; professor hidgens (Show Stoppin Numder from TGWDLM)

Webby: harlequin dolls he'd be lost without her; webby (concertina ballerina by alternative radio)

General John McNamara: it is the monsters who should live in dread; john mcnamara (monsters and men from black friday)

Ruth Fleming: should I let the coals burn out; ruth fleming (just for once from nerdy prudes must die)

Wiggog Y'rath: whatever we want we get!; wiggly (the summoning from nerdy prudes must die)

Paul Matthews: I DON'T LIKE MUSICALS; paul

Ride the Cyclone

The Amazing Karnak: the sun is rising as it is descending; karnak (karnak’s dream of life from ride the cyclone)

Noel Gruber: I sing songs until the break of dawn; noel (noel’s lament from ride the cyclone)

Doki Doki Literature Club

Natsuki: let’s make something to adore; natsuki (cupcake circulation by strawberrysana)

Fran Bow

Itward: hear my voice; itward (be born by tally hall)

Fran Bow: it's a perfect time to die finding Mr. midnight; fran

Helltaker

Beelzebub: honey do you have a hot meal?; beelzebub (your body, my temple by will wood)

Hazbin Hotel:

Nifty: stitch sew cut pull; nifty (housewife radio by GHOST)

Lucifer: devil's in the house of the rising sun; lucifer (the devil went down to georgia)

Emily: now I know what's real what's fake; emily (rather sleep by Kero Kero Bonito)

Charlie: I can't fear you now!; charlie

Lackadaisy:

Rocky: golly what a day!; rocky (oo-de-lally from robin hood)

Freckles/Calvin: uhhh still gotta think up a tag

Chainsaw Man:

Denji: I wanna fuck shit up!;denji

Subway Surfers:

Frank: he'll get by without his rabbit pie; frank

Poppy Playtime:

The Prototype: it seems she broke me but I swear she can go fucking die; prototype

Elliot Ludwig: in a world of pure imagination; elliot ludwig

Poppy: let's sing it again!; poppy

Dogday: I'd like to know why you are all alone while I am lost at sea; dogday

You're Not My Neighbour:

Scarlet Milkman: and I'm starving!; francis

Nacha Mikaelys: times square doesn't shine as bright as you; nacha

Francis Mosses: been a hell of a ride but I'm thinking it's time to go; milkman

Lois Stilinsky: we can't believe what we've seen; lois

Mclooy Rudboys: we're the terror of the skies and a danger to ourselves; mclooy

Izaak Guass: you're a toymaker's creation trapped inside a crystal ball!; izaack

Arnold Schmidt: tag pending

Selenne Sverchtz: tag pending

Wardwell House:

Jacob Wardwell: bad thoughts lead to bad dreams; jacob wardwell

Miscellaneous:

The Sun (The Embodiment of Selfish Destruction)

Deity (The Embodiment of Decadence and Lust)

Homestuck AU Caroline: your eyes are dead like outer space; caroline

Wavesprite: shutup you're stupid; wavesprite

Homestuck AU Colette: call me fighter!; hs colette

Sunshine: I am not the sunshine I am not the moon at night; sunshine

Cabinet Man: I won't hurt you unless you cheat; cabinet man

Bones: your baby teeth would pray for you; bones/tommy

Terezi Vantas: they will tear your city down; t vantas

Karkat Medigo: it's the fate of the stars; k. medigo

Dave Harley: our mother should have just named you laika; d. harley

[mirkwoodsprinceofdoingtoomuch]

Six part two

There’s something about the two of them, the way they ignite at different temperatures, Alex’s frenetic energy and Henry’s aching sureness.

In an instant of sudden, vivid clarity, he can’t believe he ever thought he was straight.

And when Alex looks again, he finds Henry watching him raptly, eyes bright and smiling.

Henry drops his head back on the pillow and groans something that sounds like “fucking eyelashes.”

“Hmm,” Henry hums, the tip of his nose catching on Alex’s. “If I had known this was all it took to shut you up, I’d have done it ages ago.”

With a feat of Herculean strength, he summons up two whole words: “Fuck you.”

Distantly, through a slowly clearing fog, through a messy kiss, Alex can’t help marveling at the knowledge that he’s crossed some kind of Rubicon, here in this room that’s almost as old as the country it’s in, like Washington crossing the Delaware. He laughs into Henry’s mouth, instantly caught up in his own dramatic mental portrait of the two of them painted in oils, young icons of their nations, naked and shining wet in the lamplight. He wishes Henry could see it, wonders if he’d find the image as funny.

“So,” Alex says, changing tracks by stretching languidly, “I guess I should tell you, I’m bisexual.”

“Good to know,” Henry says. His eyes flicker down to Alex’s hip, where it’s bared above the sheet, and he says as much to himself as to Alex, “I am very, very gay.”

Alex watches his small smile, the way it wrinkles the corners of his eyes, and very deliberately does not kiss it.

Part of his brain keeps getting stuck on how strange, and strangely wonderful, it is to see Henry like this, open and bare in every way. Henry leans across the pillow to Alex and presses a soft kiss to his mouth, and Alex feels fingertips brush over his jaw. The touch is so gentle he has to once again remind himself not to care too much.

Henry looks back up at him, his mouth open and incredulous, and he throws his head back and laughs, and it’s only him, the nerdy, neurotic, sweet, insomniac rich guy who constantly sends Alex photos of his dog, and something slots into place. He leans down and kisses him fiercely, and then he’s grinning and gone.

[dujour13]

Thanks to the OTP asks I thought it would be fun to go back and write the fateful meeting in the basement of the Defender's Heart instead of just having it as a flashback. Too iconic a moment to gloss over. Best pickup line in the game and he wasn't even romanceable.

The Lark and the Crow on AO3

“Hey Delvan.”

The guard didn’t even look up.

“Hey Delvan, it’s awful damp down here. We’re both gonna catch our death. Whaddya say you chain me up upstairs instead? Save us both gettin’ the chills. I mean, you’ll have to take the chains off my feet so’s I can walk up the stairs, but after that I’ll sit still and let you put ‘em back on me, honest.”

“Shut up, Woljif.”

The tiefling sat quietly for a few moments, his tail swiping back and forth on the mildewy floor of the tavern basement. He sniffled pointedly a couple of times.

“Ooh, I’m startin’ to feel a little light-headed,” he wheedled, crawling into the lamplight. “I’m shiverin’, got hot and cold sweats. Itchy palms. I think I got a fever.”

“Shut up, you damn guttertief!” The guard finally looked his way, but only to shoot daggers. “Can’t you see I’m trying to read?”

“Whatcha readin’?” Woljif asked, scooting as far as the chains would allow. “Got any raunchy bits? Why don’t you read it aloud?”

“Ah Holy Inheritor and the Host of Heaven will you give a man some peace?”

Woljif sat back and sighed. A tiefling just couldn’t get a break in this city. Maybe he wasn’t coming down with fever, but he really was shivering, and his joints ached from trying to sleep on the cold stone floor, and the cuffs on his wrists and ankles were biting into his skin something ferocious. The worst thing, really, was knowing that the light and warmth coming from the stairwell were being denied him, not because of anything he did (honestly, what was breaking into some rich gnome’s shop, other than redistributing wealth to the poor—namely himself?), but because of the accident of his birth, the pair of demonic horns spiraling from his temples.

His yellow eyes darted to Delvan. Them righteous Crusaders, holdin’ it over everybody, when they’re just as petty as the lowest Thiefling, and I got it on authority.

A malicious smirk played at the corners of his mouth.

He coiled, and then with a sudden mental push he leapt forward, chains jangling, and a sinister blue flame shot up around him as a looming shadow sprang forth, reaching its talons towards the guard.

“Surrender thy soul, Delvan!” he roared in his very biggest demon voice.

It was perfect. The guard half-jumped out of his chair, fumbling his book and nearly toppling over backwards. The look on his face was absolutely worth what followed.

He lunged at Woljif, who scrambled back into his dark corner, the grin on his face rapidly fading.

“One more time and I’m gonna kick your teeth in, all the gods damn you!” Delvan yelled.

Woljif flinched. Delvan hadn’t hit him yet, but this wasn’t the first time in his life he’d found himself staring up into a fist.

“Come on, where’s your sense a’ humor?”

Delvan backed down, shaking his head and muttering as he collected his book.

Woljif crouched in the shadows in silence for a while, beginning to lose hope. His wistful gaze went to the cheerful glow at the top of stairwell again, and then, tantalizingly, as if to remind him of his sorry lot, someone up there started singing.

With a simple lute for accompaniment, the singer had a good, rich voice with rough edges that resonated in your breastbone in a way that made you feel funny. Woljif couldn’t make out the words, but the melody was sweet and a little bit sad, swelling with hope, then flowing into bitter regret in each chorus. It was the sound of a distant world Woljif had only ever dreamed of. One day, when he finally came into his fortune, he would hire a bard like this guy, and he would sit on his throne in his palace and just listen. And eat snacks. He became aware his eyes were watering and turned his face away from Delvan. It’s just damp down here, he told himself.

When the song ended he waited, but apparently that was all. “Hey Delvan, is that a new bard up there?”

Delvan marked his place in his book with a finger. “Yeah, it’s this Andoren fellow.”

“Oh, from the Ambassador’s caravan that got attacked? I heard about that. Heard he was the only survivor. How’s that for luck? They send folks to go clean up by now, or is all their stuff still lying around out there on the road? Be a shame if—”

“Woljif, will you shut up.”

A little while later another guard came down the stairs.

“Where in the nine hells have you been?” Delvan cried. “I’ve been down here with this gods-damned spawn of the Abyss for what feels like weeks. I’m at the end of my rope.”

The other guard just shrugged as he pulled up a chair and reached for a deck of cards. “Got caught up in the strategizing. Captain’s planning an attack on the Gray Garrison, try and stop the demons pissing all over the Wardstone.”

“Aha! A little offense is the best defense, I always say,” said Delvan. “State of my nerves, I’ll lead the charge if I get a chance to smash a few horned heads.”

“Yeah, well, a frontal siege with little more than the Eagle Watch and a few stray Crusaders is more likely to get smashed than do the smashing. And we don’t have time to wait for the Queen’s troops from Nerosyan. So you just go right up there and volunteer for the front lines, ‘cause nobody else is real keen.”

“Hey, uh, sounds to me like you Crusaders could use a secret way past the Gray Garrison’s defenses,” interjected Woljif, eagerly moving into the lamplight again.

The two guards spared him nothing but an annoyed glance.

“We’ve got a fighting chance,” Delvan said. “With Irabeth and that—”

“I know a way into the Gray Garrison,” said Woljif.

“—Andoren and his band, we can give ‘em a run for their money, I’ll wager. I don’t see as we have any choice. You know what they were—”

“Hello? The solution to all your troubles is standin’ right here!”

“—saying yesterday? That the demons found a way to corrupt the Wardstones, make ‘em all explode, blow holes in every major city in Men—”

“Don’t make me summon my shadow again,” Woljif warned.

Both of the guards turned on him. “Gods, will you quit running your mouth?”

“It’s true! I know a secret way into the Gray Garrison. Smuggler’s passage. Crusaders gotta live, right? Moonshine, love potions, books with naughty pictures. We’ve been runnin’ stuff through there for years. I can get you in.”

The two guards looked at one another. “So where is it?”

“Well, that’s confidential. Can’t go spillin’ Thiefling secrets right and left or I could end up floatin’ down the Sellen. Tell you what: you unchain me, and I’ll take you right to it.”

Delvan shook his head. “Yeah, right. Another one of your schemes. Shut up, Woljif.”

“Fine! Get your arses bashed in. See if I care. Bunch a’ blowhards. Less sense than a kobold with a concussion.”

“Maybe we should tell Irabeth,” said the other guard.

“Yeah, you do that! Go tell her Woljif can save all your sorry arses, and all I ask in exchange is a little freedom. Is that too much?”

Delvan sighed. “Irabeth is a very busy, and very scary, woman. I wouldn’t waste her time.”

The other guard scratched his head. “You sure he’s lying?”

Delvan looked at Woljif and ran his hand over his brow. “Every other word out of his constantly flapping mouth.”

“Now that ain’t fair,” Woljif protested. “I been straight with you. Most of the time. The thing about the puppy—ok, that was a little fib. Just testin’ the waters.”

“And the chest of gold hidden where only you could find it? Split it fifty-fifty?”

“You’ll never know.”

“And the fever? Feeling chipper all of a sudden?”

Woljif coughed.

The other guard looked skeptical now too.

“Aright, listen, I’m not lyin’ this time, I swear on my old Gran’s dear, sweet head. Anyway if Irabeth is sore at somebody for wastin’ her time, it’ll be me. Just go get her.”

Delvan nudged his companion. “Go on. It was your idea. You tell her.” Then he turned to Woljif with a malevolent grin. “Looks like either way, I win. If you’re not lying, we get a secret passage into the Gray Garrison, and if you are, I get to sit back and enjoy the show when Irabeth realizes you’ve played her.”

“You are a sad, sorry little man, Delvan.” Woljif tried to fold his arms across his chest in triumph, forgetting they were chained.

The other guard shrugged and headed up the stairs.

It took some time. Delvan went back to his book, and Woljif shrank back into the shadows, his heart racing. Finally, escape! Fresh air in my lungs and cobbles under my boots, he thought. And a quick trip back to the shop, and then his foot would be on the road to fortune.

Except that Kenabres was burning. Didn’t seem real safe out there at the moment. Well, one thing at a time, he told himself.

A few minutes later, there were voices on the stairs. Woljif leaned forward to get a look. There was the guard, but he was not bringing Irabeth after all. Instead, Woljif realized, it was the bard.

He was a handsome, tawny-headed half-elf, not very tall for his race, dressed in warm colors (lots of different warm colors, from a soft blue tunic and a wine-colored jerkin to a pair of forest-green trousers and a doe-brown cloak), laughing about something with the guard as they came down the stairs. He had a kind, friendly look to him. Probably a lot easier to run circles around than Irabeth.

Woljif looked him up and down, ignoring the strange sensation the bard’s voice produced in his stomach. If he played it right, this guy was his ticket to freedom.

“Hey dreamboat.”

[music-oc-tournament]

More Sommnus propaganda

From his fathers side his grandmother was a mad biologist who experimented on herself, causing the mutated genes to stick in the family, hence Sommnus, his father, and his uncle to have blackened noses, fluffy elongated ears, and tails. So essentially they are puppies. And they use it to save the world.

From his mothers side they are cult leaders chosen ones of the god Nathair who save the world from dark forces

Sarah was created by the Puppetmaster, but she disobeyed them and ultimately was cast out. From there she met Sommnus and that's when he got his iconic sleep powers

Transed his gender and his outfit has so many pockets I want that outfit

Made a deal with the devil The King so he'd steal for him

Works at a mall. Kitsune has to buy lamps so much it becomes a meme between the coworkers. Only he recognizes she's a crime boss

Once got ran over by a magical girl

Jack proceeded to comfort him because "No shame in getting your ass kicked by them they're insane :>"

The Puppetmaster hates his guts fr simply because he's frends with Sarah

His "very good friend" Jack and he started being villains simply because they need the cash and also Jack is absolutely feral <3

Lamplight recognizes him from when they were mortal and decided he is their specialest little boy

He is not the main character. Just a random guy in this messed up universe

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