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violetnotez · 4 years ago

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HC: Y/N Wears a Revealing Version of their S/O’s hero suit

God it’s been so long since I’ve done headcannons, I miss them so much! These I’m going to keep tame, cause I don’t want them to be toooo spicy!

Also, I didnt iclude Shindo and Shinso, sorry! I realized rather quickly how long these got and didnt want to bog down this post, hope thats okay!

Pairings: Mirio x reader, Tamaki x reader, Bakugo x reader, Kaminari x reader (all characters aged to 18+)

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Mirio

It would be a disgrace if I didn’t use this pic

So you had been invited to a photo shoot for a pretty high end boutique to be one of the models

Were you stoked that this extremely prestigious brand wanted you on their front cover? Yes. Were you terrified as hell? Also a fat yes.

Mirio, being the adorable boyfriend he is, was hyping you up for it

“Your going to be amazing sunshine! Ya never know until you try, ya know?”

Even with him being your support, you still felt extremely self conscious

“I don’t know...I’m not a model, I don’t think I can do it-“

“Don’t talk so negatively like that babe! What if I came with you, would that calm your nerves some?”

Your practically melted into him, giving him the biggest hug everrrr

“Oh my god would you? That would make me feel so much better-“

“Of course babe! Wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it!”

So the day of, you came into the photo shoot fresh faced and pale as hell from nerves

They seperated you from Mirio, taking you to the makeup area and clothing area

You entered a room lined with extremely bright makeup stands and racks of clothing, your area in a small corner to the right with a mannequin wearing a certain set of clothes

You finally realized what you were actually modeling-and your mouth dropped

No wonder the asked you to model, being Mirio’s girlfriend-it was a sexy version of his hero suit

It was a skin tight leotard, the number “1000000” scrawled against your chest, a thick red cape draping against the back

Lemon colored glasses and thigh high blue boots completed the look, a huge gulp reverberating from your throat-

How the hell were you going to pull this off? In front of your boyfriend no less-

You pain stakingly got your makeup done and your hair, your strands pooled up like Mirio’s hair in the front and the rest cascading in bed head curls

You finally got the skin tight costume on, looking at yourself in the mirror-you felt nervous but-strangely calm-you didn’t look half bad, actually

A small smile graced your face as you walked out, your heels clicking against the floors as you walked into the photo shoot room

Now the question was where was your-

“Hey sunshine! Whoa, that get up looks great, looks pretty similar to something I wear dontcha think?” He was totally teasing you, his tone playful as he leaned into your blushing face

Suddenly your bravery was gone and you were a nervous wreck-your boyfriend was looking at you with hungry eyes, his orbs gazing over every exposed curve

“Mirio, you don’t have to look at me like that-“ you whined, feeling your cheeks burn bright red

“But I want to look at you like this babe,” he smiled, his voice dropping as he licked his lips- “you look absolutely delicious dressed up like that.”

Tamaki

“Oh cmon Tamaki, please come with us!” You pleaded with your nervous boyfriend, his brows furrowed in fear

It was the middle of October, and you and Neijire were planning to go to an early Halloween party in the middle of town

“I-I wish I could go bunny, I really do, it’s just-“

Tamaki was fiddling with is hands, his inky black hair cascading over his distraught face

He would love to go with you, but the thought of people, and dancing, and dressing up, and oh god what if they made fun of his costume-

You placed a kiss on your boyfriend’s cheek, sending him a reassuring smile

“No worries, Tama, I get it-just stay home and chill, I’ll make sure to come home a little early,”

“Oh-okay,” he obliged, watching you go into the bathroom to get ready

Tanaka decided to do exactly what you asked him to do-he watched some TV, ate some food, anything to calm his nerves as you got ready

After an hour or so, you emerged from the bathroom, walking into the kitchen in your full get up

Your hair was straight, see through yellow glasses covering your eyes. You wore a black leotard, the fabric hugging your curves as a beige cape draped around your thighs. Two purple belt laid against your hips, drawing attention to your plush thighs as your boots clicked around the apartment

Poor Tamaki practically choked on his cereal when you walked in-when you said you were wearing a costume, you didn’t tell him it was his hero suit!

Tamaki walked over a blush erupting over his face, “Y-y/n? W-what are you-wearing?”

You spin around, guilt pooling in your stomach as your eyes met your boyfriends flustered gaze

“I’m sorry Tamaki I should have told you! The party is “hero” themed, so I thought the best suit to wear was yours-do you...want me to take it off?”

Tamaki vigorously shook his head, his cheeks a fiery red

“N-no! Please don’t! Honestly, that’s the last thing I want...” he stuttered his shaking hands resting on your hips and pulling you gently to his chest

You had never seen Tamaki so bold-your eyes widened, your hands placed against his chest

“-but I don’t think you should go to that party tonight”

Bakugo

You ran over to Bakugo, your phone screen containing a pic of a cosplayer dressed up in full Bakugo hero suit, gauntlets and all

You legit shoved it into your boyfriends face, your face beaming- “look how cool this costume is!”

“Tch-Only I can wear my hero suit as well as me,” Bakugo scoffed, going back to eating his ramen

You looked at him distraught and disbelief- “Cmon, Bakugo, you had to admit it’s pretty cool-“

“Cool? He’s a fucking wierd ass nerd, making my hero suit...” Bakugo said under his breath, his eyes now glaring at his phone screen

You placed your hands on your hips- “So if I wore your hero suit, I would be ‘wierd ass nerd’?”

Bakugo chuckled harshly- “Yeah-but you couldn’t wear it, like I said, I’m the only one who can pull it off-“

Ha-if that fucker wanted to play, then you were here to win

You slammed your hands down on the table, your arms encasing a surprised Bakugo in between your arms

You gave him a wicked grin, making Bakugo’s crimson eyes wide with surprise-“Bet bitch.”

Y’all are so mean to each other 😳

You stomped out of the room, your mind now reeling-you had ZERO idea how to make his costume...

You quickly made a call to Mina and Momo, telling them about your predicament-Mina would help you design, and Momo would help make the materials

Both were extremely open to helping you, especially Mina-any attempt to destroy Bakugo’s overly high ego, she was down to do!

But she had a twist to your intial plan- “what if you did a sexy version of him! That’d show him!”

You weren’t exactly sure how that would do anything, but eh why not-if you could make him even more mad, this was the way to do it

Momo was hesitant to make such a lewd outfit, but you quickly reminded her of her revealing hero outfit

-she quickly agreed after that

Mina designed the “suit”-honestly it was just a bra with two orange X’s, bootie shorts with a grenade belt, and green ribbon connecting to the black thigh high boots

You complained to Mina about how uncomfortable the high heel was, which she responded with “Beauty is pain!”

You fought the urge to roll your eyes

How would Bakugo’s suit be complete without the gauntlets! You three had the hardest time with that-deifnitely spent a whole day watching 3 hours worth of cosplay tutorials to make those damn things

But after many hours of snacking, hot glue guns, and screams of annoyance, you three FINALLY had the costume finished-and you couldn’t be happier! It honestly made you feel so cool and powerful...especially those gauntlets-

no wonder why he wore the clunky things, they honestly were fun to wear

You decided to wear the outfit before Bakugo came home one day, your face smug as you waited for him to enter your shared apartment

You finally heard the click of the door, Bakugo wearing his usual baggy pants and shirt he wore when he came home, his shoulder holding his duffel bag full of things

“-Hey”, he welcomed you gruffily, not even noticing your attire

“Hey yourself-“ you replied, a shit eating grin on your face as you walked over to him.

He still wasn’t looking, too busy rummaging through his bag- “Am I still a wierd ass nerd?”

Bakugo looked up, and holy shit was he in for a sight

When you said you would make his hero suit, he didn’t take it that seriosuly- you? Make his suit? Psh like that’d happen

BUT IT HAPPENED

You looked-really good in it too-he deifnitely was appreciating the extra skin that was involved 😳

You smirked at his obvious surprise, his cheeks a fiery red as you did a small spin in the suit- “How does it look?”

Suddenly you felt pressure against your wrists from Bakugo’s hands, your back now against the wall as Bakugo drank you in with his piercing red eyes

Now it was your turn to be surprised-cause crap you didn’t expect that to happen

He was now in control of the situation and he knew it-he gave you a shit eating grin, making your blood feel incredibly warm

“-it looks decent...but I think it would be better on the floor”

Kaminari

“Mina no, I’m not-“

You were in shock, flabbergasted, confused-when did they have a intimates based off of hero suits?

AND WHY THE HELL DID THEY HAVE YOUR BOYFRIENDS SUIT

“MINA YES!” she squealed, giggling as she pulled your size out of the rack

The little outfit was pretty revealing- all it was was a white lacy bralette, with a short black jacket with white lighnting bolt decal and a short black leather skirt to match

It was honestly not your thing-it also just felt wierd to wear something like this-

“Your buying it and that’s that-you needed neccesities and this-“ she shook the outfit in your face, “is a necessity!”

The girl seriosuly shouldn’t be allowed to spend money-she stuffed the outfit in her full bag of clothes, bouncing over to the register as you followed her from behind

“I needed bras Mina, not lingerie!”

Yeah she didn’t listen

You finally got home, trying on your new outfits from your shopping spree when you fell upon the set shoved in your shopping bag

The little pink sneak

You pulled it out-it wouldn’t hurt to try it on, she did buy it for you...

You quickly got into it, admiring your body in the mirror-it was tight alright, but kinda cute in ...the skirt accentuated your legs, the bra was decently comfy, and the jacket pulled the whole thing together and made it a pretty cool yet revealing outfit

Just as you were testing out how much movement you had in the leather jacket,you heard the door open to the bedroom you and your boyfriend shared

“Hey babe, do we have any more toilet-“ Kamianri waltzed in, unknowingly oblivious to the scene before him, until he laid eyes on you

You never thought you saw the man blush harder-his eyes were wide with shock, his cheeks a hot shade of red as sparks of electricity flashed around his body

He obviously didn’t know how to react, and in his flusteredness, he somehow slipped on the floor, landing with a hard thud

“Denki!” You yelled out, scrambling to your ditzy boyfriend, “you okay?”

Kaminari gazed up at you, and holy crap he felt blessed- he had a full view of your exposed cleavage, a grin growing on his face as blood tricked down from his nose

“Oh no, Kami, you got a bloody nose-“ you scrambled to get him a towel, kneeling down to place it against his nose

He quickly swiped the blood away, his hands instead pinning yours against your back

“-Dont worry about that,” he grinned, his eyes a dangerous shade of yellow, “let’s worry about you babygirl...and where you got that little get up,”

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littleredlemoncosplay · 2 years ago

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Gonna make this so cool. Yall aren't ready

Fancy tier Eridan stuff, Gamzee coming very soon!

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#homestuck cosplay #little red lemon cosplay #ooc post

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jeonqquk · 4 years ago

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what did you think ; pjm

-pairing: jimin x reader -genre/tags: royalty!au | angst | forced marriage | cheating? but not like accidental or on purpose | 0 plot -rating: 13+ -wc: 995 words -notes: this is a drabble for @ficscafe's drabble event!

-summary: forced marriages almost never worked out for anyone. so what made your parents think that it would for you and park jimin?

“Do you, Kang Y/n, take Park Jimin as your lawfully wedded husband?” the priest asks with a calm voice, and you gulp harshly before nodding, not once meeting your husband’s eyes. You know he’s smiling, the energy he’s giving off is overwhelming but you know it’s all fake. Jimin doesn’t love you, nor is he happy about the wedding, but having been born into one of the most powerful royal families came with its share of responsibilities and restraints.

“I do.” and you almost cry right then and there. As soon as the words leave your mouth, you shut your eyes and try gathering yourself. For the thousands of people watching, if not yourself. A tight-lipped smile adorns your lips and you try to make it look natural but it’s really tough to be genuinely happy when you’re getting married to a man you hadn’t even known for a month.

You had been enraged when your parents had told you about this, not even bothering to listen to their explanation which sounded like something along the lines of ‘It’s very good for our kingdom’ before storming out and into your room. You had locked yourself and screamed into the pillow, having learnt that this was one of the best methods to release your anger.

Turns out, your opinion hadn’t really mattered because the next day, you were meeting your to-be-husband and his parents. Not gonna lie, their palace was really enormous, with grand ornaments both on the inside and outside and you couldn’t help but stare in appreciation of the wonderful architecture.

It had all happened in such a rush, both of your parents telling you that they’d take care of the wedding and all you and Jimin had to do was get married without creating a scene. So, now, here you were, in a beautiful white wedding dress with Jimin standing in front of you looking- dare you say- dashing.

“Do you, Park Jimin, take Kang Y/n as your lawfully wedded wife?” His nod shatters your heart, and you can’t help but glare. It was supposed to be the man you loved over there, not some rich boy who didn’t even know how to fold a shirt.

“Now, with the power bestowed upon me, I pronounce you both man and wife.” Everybody stands up, loud cheers filling the area as you finally look at Jimin, his chocolate eyes meeting yours. He’s moving closer before you know it, and the one second he gives you before placing his lips on yours is unhelpful. It’s not even a kiss, just a press of his lips against yours but he makes it seem longer by tilting his head and blocking your connected lips from the view of others. He pulls off but hovers there for a few more seconds to make it seem longer and when he finally pulls back, your eyes are wide and cheeks ablaze.

You look around, the smiling faces of all the people invited to your wedding forcing you to crack one yourself. And although you hate Park Jimin for what he just did- steal your first kiss. You’re not able to resist touching your lips once, the feeling of his plump ones on yours still ghosting around.

The food’s delicious, the people are sweet, and Jimin doesn’t bother you much so you think your marriage isn’t a total flop for you. When you’re in your room, and it’s late at night- the celebrations having just gotten over, the door opens and Jimin enters, clad in his white shirt that has half the buttons unbuttoned. But it isn’t his shirt that catches your attention, nor is it his black dress pants that hug his thighs deliciously, no.

It’s the girl in the wine red dress in his arms who’s kissing him like her life depends on it. Neither one of them have noticed you sitting on the bed, too caught up in their heated make-out session to even bother opening their eyes.

You’re frozen, unable to move as your eyes are fixed on the way Jimin’s hands travel across her entire body, like he wants her. He walks forward, the girl’s back facing you and even as they come closer to the bed where you’re sitting, your mind has stopped working and you’re unable to get up. They’re even closer and Jimin opens his eyes for a split second only to find the bed to lay her down properly, but his eyes meet yours.

Those brown eyes filled with lust widen, only ever so slightly but you notice it. You stare at him, waiting and hoping for him to say something. He parts his lips, and you assume it’s to apologise but as soon as you see what he mouths, your heart stops beating, even the little hope you had left that Jimin wouldn’t hate you leaving you.

“Do you mind?” His words stab through your heart, and you’re glad that he says them silently so that the girl doesn’t hear him and just continues mouthing her way down his neck. Getting up as quickly as possible, you run out the door, shutting it behind you so he doesn’t see the tears in your eyes.

You run. Where? You don’t know, but all you want right now is to get away from all the problems in your life and live freely without anyone holding you back. You knew that Jimin didn’t love you, obviously. But what he did right now, and how his eyes didn’t show a single ounce of regret as he asked you to leave your shared bedroom, left you shocked. And questioning yourself. You had always been taught to love yourself, probably one of the best things your parents did but in this moment, all you knew was that your husband definitely didn’t want you. Despite everything, he was still your legal husband and you couldn’t do anything about it. Your husband who left you feeling worth nothing.

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littleredlemoncosplay · 2 years ago

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New Year, New Me(ntal Breakdown)!

Yes, I did celebrate New Years as Dirk. Yes I did have all the Strilindes on live. Yes the song playing was "Kiss me, son of god" and those where the first words out of my mouth

#and ill do it again #dirk strider #homestuck #little red lemon cosplay #homestuck cosplay #aplha kids #dirk strider cosplay #expect more of him #i wanna do ult dirk so bad yall #just you wait

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ask-omegamart-lemon · 3 years ago

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Got you these little red horns so you can cosplay lemon demon

"[GAAAASP]"

"SQUEE SQUEEEEE!!"

[He's in love with this gift, he might never take them off]

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cosmiquealiene · 3 years ago

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So, funny story...

Last Saturday I went to an Italian restaurant with a friend of mine, who lives about two hours away. It wasn't super expensive, but it felt so luxurious! We each had a non-alchoholic lemon and peach cocktail, which tasted SO GOOD. They were full of ice and mint and lemon and lime slices, like a fricking Pimm's! I had a tomato and garlic spaghetti dish with king prawns and spinach followed by a chocolate and salted caramel tart. It was well worth the money!

However, while we were eating, you'll never guess what happened...

A lady came into the restaurant with her girlfriends and sat at a table on the other side of the room. She was about 35-40 years old and seemed to be of Mediterranean descent. She had light olive skin and curly brown hair. She was wearing a leopard print skirt, a bright red top...and - get this - a matching fedora with a black band. I took one look at her and thought, "You have got to be kidding me..."

This chick looked JUST like classic Carmen Sandiego! I am not making this up!

After my friend and I had finished eating, we headed out of the restaurant but on the way there I stopped by her table (I HAD to, OK!?) and said, "So, Carmen Sandiego, what brings you to [insert town name]?"

She was a little confused, as you can imagine. 😂 This chick didn't seem to realise she'd unintentionally cosplayed a cartoon character named Carmen Sandiego, but she still played along.

I then said, "Are you taking down anyone from VILE?" She said she wasn't.

I responded, "Thank goodness you're not, as I thought they were all in prison now!"

I then asked her after Graham and she didn't know who I was talking about. I had to explain that Graham was Carmen's best friend.

Meanwhile, my friend, who was trying to head out the door, had just about lost it. 🤣 Though I had told her earlier that the chick looked like Carmen, I doubt she thought that I was actually going to try to roleplay with her! I just had to seize the opportunity though, OK?

So that is the story of how I found Carmen Sandiego...

#carmen sandiego #cs 2019 #funny #funny story

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delldarling · 4 years ago

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lingering | merrick

chasing truth | chapter four male faerie x gender/body neutral reader 4900 words lemon | oral, hand job, ear attention, confessing feelings, friends to lovers note: this is both fastidious and puzzle pieces combined, edited and slotted smoothly into the overarching plot of chasing truth! While I won’t be taking down the original posts just yet, they will no longer be linked on masterlists! chapter index? or chapter three?

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As soon as the door shuts behind you, you freeze

There’s a man sprawled out on the small balcony outside your sliding glass door. His arms are limp across his chest and his face is covered by his hat, and- You’re six floors up. No one should have been able to climb this high without the police being called. Maybe he climbed down from the apartment above you? You creep closer, ignoring the steady thudding of your pulse in your ears and then you see him. You rather want to slump to the floor in relief. You know him. You know that hat and those messy curls, you know that beauty mark and half parted lips. You’ve been staring at them for the better part of a year, so.. Honestly, it’s Merrick, so you shouldn’t be particularly surprised - it’s just that the surprises with Merrick? They never seem to stop.

He’s always been fastidious about only speaking the truth, and yet he’s the poster child for the word secretive. You’re barely sure you know more about him now than you did when you met him a year ago - but he’s been a steadfast, if slightly rude, friend ever since. He’s never climbed up onto your balcony before though.

He looks like he’s asleep, with his red knitted cap pulled down over his eyes and the pale shock of his hair curling around the edges. His mouth is open too, lips parted to show the white glint of his teeth, a single dark beauty mark on the right side of his chin. His clothes are wrinkled, shirt and sweatshirt rucked up around his middle. You sort of want to stare, because of the expanse of bared skin, because you think you might see the curling edge of a.. a tattoo on his ribs, peeking out from under the hem of his shirt- You shake yourself, because you’d rather find out exactly what he’s doing up here. Why the hell couldn’t he wait at your front door? You’re tempted to throw the sliding glass door open, even with his shoes pressed up against it, because he deserves a rude awakening. He’d scared the hell out of you, laying prone there like that. As soon as you touch the door handle though, he’s pushing up his cap, revealing heavy lidded dark eyes, zeroed in on your face. He doesn’t smile, but you swear he’s thinking about it, lips just barely twitching.

“Merrick,” you greet, impatiently waiting for him to remove his feet so you can open the door. His feet drop to the ground, blinking blearily as he stands, almost a head taller than you. He takes a step back to slouch against the balcony railing, politely hiding his yawn in the crook of his arm. You unlock and slide open the door, trying, and failing, not to frown. “Should I even ask how you got up here?”

“You don’t always like my answers,” Merrick says, voice low and steady, while his eyes dart from your feet to your face, and then back. Tension eases from his frame. “But it was a combination of things. It involved some jumping.”

Your eyes grow wide, watering before you blink rapidly. Is he telling you he parkoured up the building? No, this shouldn’t surprise you either. He probably could. Can. You’ve seen firsthand that Merrick’s wiry muscles pack a hell of a lot of strength, but he’s just so- he yawns again, looking past you to your living room, eyes already sliding to his favorite spot on the couch. He’s so goddamn lazy. Or he wants to look that way. When push comes to shove he’ll never refuse someone asking for help, but he always makes a valiant showing of disinterest first.

“Can I crash on your couch?” He asks, making to move past you. You try and step back, attempting to let him in, but he’s too quick. Every inch of him seems to catch against you, trapping the both of you in the doorway. Your heart rate skyrockets as you try and detangle yourself from him, but Merrick doesn’t move away, doesn’t flinch. “Having trouble?” He asks, voice dry as the desert. If you didn’t know better, if a haze of heat wasn’t making you feel unsteady, you might think he’d done it on purpose.

“Yes! In fact, I’m having trouble with this tall, lazy-”

“I scaled a building today. That hardly screams ‘laziness’,” he argues, a wry smile twisting his lips. You want to smack that smug expression off his face - but you’d also like to haul him into your arms and kiss him.

Merrick is impossible.

“Why do you need to crash on my couch?” You ask, instead of doing either of those things. Merrick has always had very strict boundaries - you’d watched him push a woman, by her face, into the hedges when she’d tried to sneak a drunken kiss outside the bar once. He’d been startled, or so he said, but you’d been watching. You’d seen the disdain in his eyes that night, and you’ve seen it in the days since. Merrick isn’t really interested in anyone. “Aren’t you staying with.. You know, friends?”

Merrick breathes in, slow enough that his nostrils flare, jaw clenching, before he looks away and finally untangles himself from you. “What friends?” He asks, in lieu of answering, his hands dropping from your arms. He heads straight for your kitchen, and the fruit bowl tucked away on the counter.

“What friends,” you mock, following after him. You hope he hasn’t noticed how flustered you still are by any hint of proximity, how nervous he leaves you every time you touch. “I thought you were staying with Gar?”

“Garrick and I are.. Aren’t exactly friends,” he mutters, grumbling when none of the fruit seems to be ripe enough for him. He gives up with a sigh, leaning on his elbows and glowering at the wall.

“Garrick?” You ask, trying not to scoff or laugh with glee. “Merrick and Garrick, are you related?” You lean against the counter, and lift yourself up to sit on it, a grin pulling at yours cheeks when Merrick’s frown deepens. He looks like he regrets opening his mouth. “I thought the first time you’d met was-” You make a hum of a noise, considering. They had been familiar with each other after that time at the club. “I know you’re not brothers. Cousins?”

“I can’t go back to Gar’s for a bit,” he says, completely ignoring your question. This feels more like normal. Asking things, and getting rushed subject changes.

You pause, mulling over your options. “Did you two fight?” You try, watching his hands clench on the counter top, tapping the back of your heels against the cupboards.

“I’ve never fought against Gar,” he bites out and then sighs, pushing off of the counter. “So, can I crash on your couch? Or would you rather…” His inhale is a little sharp, a flash of his tongue wetting his lips. “We could share the bed?” Merrick brushes some of his unruly pale curls off of his forehead, careful to keep his hat in place, and glances at you out of the corner of one dark eye. He’s trying to distract you, with suggestive words and smirking lips.

It’s working. He’s always been so careful about how he words things, so he must have left some clue- but he’s bringing up the chest wrenching crush you’ve always had on him and you’re not sure if he’s doing it to.. To be cruel, or because he knows you won’t press, or maybe, just maybe because… You don’t know if you even want to consider it. Regardless, you’re nervous, and elated, and hurt, all at once. He takes a step closer and you snatch the cap off of his head, trying to blink back the slight sting of tears. You toss it across the room, hoping it will distract him from the panic written plainly over your face.

“Don’t be an ass, Merrick,” you say, taking as deep a breath as you can manage, trying to calm down before you even chance looking at him again. When your breathing is steady, when you finally lift your eyes, Merrick is frozen.

His hands are outstretched: one towards you, and the other reaching for his hat, and his eyes are wide with shock. You open your mouth, immediately ready to apologize- when you spy the pointed, flesh colored ear-tips poking out from his hair. For a moment, it feels like time has stopped.

“Are you- are you wearing elf ears? Are you trying out a cosplay?” You blurt, reaching out to touch his suddenly red ears. Merrick catches your hand before you make contact, cheeks flushed, gaze darting wildly over your face. A choked noise spills from his lips when they part.

“I wasn’t trying to be an ass,” he forces out, stepping into your space, pressing between your knees until your thighs are on either side of his hips. Your heart is thundering against your rib-cage. Merrick has never been this close to anyone, not that you’ve ever seen. “And no, I’m not cosplaying,” he whispers, and his breath comes fast when you finally touch his ears. They’re real. Flesh and blood, warm.

“Did you- is it a body mod? I’ve seen people with split tongues-” But you stop asking questions when he whispers your name quietly, desperately, and then he kisses you. His long fingered hands cradle your face, warm lips catching against yours, and for just a moment, you forget to think about anything but sensation. You gasp against his mouth, curling your fingers into his hair, and try not to melt on the spot. Body mods or not, his tongue isn’t split when it slips past your parted lips. He tastes like floral tea, the aftertaste of it on the air you breathe, and the longer his hands are on you, the more you feel like you’re forgetting something important.

You pull back to breathe, gasping in air as he trails kisses down your throat, and then you groan, another painful thought clamoring for attention. You pull his hair, a little too hard, but he’s distracting and you need him to pause. “Merrick,” you whisper harshly, twice. He lifts his head, ink-dark eyes hazy as they focus on your mouth. His lips are red and swollen from your attention. “You’re not- you’re not trying to use my feelings as some kind of-”

He blinks back to awareness. “I’m no-” Merrick tries to insist but his words seem to twist in his mouth. He makes another choking noise before pulling you close again, nose against your pulse, breathing in the scent of you. “I’m not using you,” he says carefully, as you brush his hair away from his ears. “I swear I’m not.” Without the hat, his hair doesn’t look just pale, it looks white, truly white. Void of color, of anything but the shine of the fluorescent kitchen light against it. “You… you haven’t realized, then?”

The question throws you off. “Realized what? About the mods? No! I don’t think I’ve ever seen you without your hat-”

Merrick scoffs, pulling back so he can meet your gaze, eyebrows drawn together in exasperation. “Realized how I feel,“ he explains, enunciating the words very slowly. You sway forward, half wondering if you’re dreaming. Merrick is talking about his feelings? About himself?

“What do you feel?” You ask, voice soft, knowing you must look ridiculous and lovestruck and hopeful.. But you can’t find it within you to care.

“I feel a thousand things,” he says, rolling his eyes with a gentle huff, sarcastic to the last. “If you’re asking what I feel for you… What I feel when I think about you..” Merrick’s tongue flicks out to wet his lips. “I’ve lingered far longer in this place than I should have, purely to stay by your side.”

The words feel momentous. Charged.

“Lingered? What is that supposed to mean?” You finally ask, your heart clenching painfully in your chest. He was.. going to leave?

“I was only supposed to be… here, for a month, at most. I met you though,” Merrick whispers, low voice gone rough with emotion. He leans forward again, ghosting kisses along the line of your jaw. “And I couldn’t leave. I disobeyed, but I can’t-” This time, when his lips find yours, you don’t fight the heady way he makes you feel. You fall into the kiss willingly, biting at his lower lip. A thrill shoots through you when a wrecked noise escapes him, the pressure of the sound heavy on your tongue. You still have so many questions, you still don’t understand- but Merrick wants you. He wants you, and you can’t quite believe this is all happening. A year of casual hints and mild flirtation that you hoped meant something more. A year of you both dancing around the subject and he wants you.

His hands slide down your shoulders, and then skim your waist, pulling you to the very edge of the counter. “Please,” he whispers, breath warm against your skin as he speaks. “Let me show you how I feel. I can’t sa- but I can show you. Let me?”

"Yes,” you urge him, shuddering when his fingers dig into your hips. “Merrick,” you gasp, and then he rolls his hips, his erection pressing, hard and thick, between your thighs. You wrap your legs around him, eyes fluttering closed as his lips seal around your pulse. The longer he touches you, working at your skin with tongue and teeth, fingers slipping under your clothes, the heavier the air feels. You breathe in a lungful of the same floral taste as his mouth, and then Merrick seems to glow. He flickers, just barely, before he’s pulling back so he can gasp for breath himself. The glow vanishes, leaving you blinking, and unsure as to whether you actually saw that.. maybe you’re just hopped up on endorphins?

“Shirt off?” You ask, and smack his grasping fingers away when he reaches for your shirt with a self satisfied smirk. “I meant you,” you clarify, taking care of your own clothes. Merrick watches you first, eyes tracking your bared skin with a fierce hunger. You think for a moment that he’s going to ignore your request, but he finally tugs off his shirt when he glances up at your face. As soon as the shirt hits the floor, he immediately makes to put his hands on you again, but you grab hold of his arm, catching sight of dark lines on his fair skin.

“You do have tattoos!” You exclaim, feeling your jaw drop when he lets you see them with a weary sigh. He has insect wings, thick veined and larger than any wing tattoos you’ve ever seen. The top pair wraps around his shoulders and biceps, while the second pair disappears beneath his pants. A thought starts to form in your mind, but Merrick is turning back toward you, and rushing to tug you close. He captures your mouth with a bruising kiss.

“Look at them later,” he pleads, breath soft against your lips, while his strong hands stroke up your thighs. “I’d rather have my mouth on you.“ Merrick kneels, looking up at you from beneath pale lashes, pulling your ass towards the edge of the counter. "Will you let me?” He asks, nimble fingers making quick work of your trousers.

You let him.

You feel light-headed though, like your blood has rushed to softer parts as he helps you out of your clothes. This is Merrick, sarcastic, awkward Merrick, looking up at you like he’s never wanted anything more in his life, mouth warm and wet against your knee, fingers steady as they curl around your thigh. He slows when you start to tremble, teeth just barely grazing your inner thigh before he’s lifting his head and licking his lips.

“You’re sure?” He asks softly, drawing his hands back to your knees, thumbs stroking over your kneecaps. “I’m plenty happy to keep kissing your mouth if-”

“I’m sure,” you rush to say, just barely keeping yourself from reaching out to tug on one of his pointy ears. “It’s just-” You break off on speech, smiling widely. “Just trying to live in the moment.”

Merrick huffs out a laugh against your skin, eyes falling closed as he leans in, pale lashes bright against his pink cheeks. He doesn’t stop when you shiver this time, just settles one of your legs over his shoulder and gets back to work, tongue and lips teasing the soft skin of your thighs and moving upwards. You have to hold tight to the counter to keep from moving. The first slow stroke of his tongue over you has you tensing, the fifth has your hands clenching on the counter and you forcing yourself to keep your eyes open. It’s beyond intimate when his eyes meet yours, lips closing so he can suck on you properly. Your vocabulary, your ability to speak in sentences seems to leave you entirely. You murmur his name as he tilts his head, slowly sucking harder, one of his hands moving in to help stroke, squeezing, fingers hot and- Biting your lip, moving slow, you slide your hand into the curls on the crown of his head, tensing when he moans. Between the vibration and the heat of his tongue, you’re breathless, the whole of your body locking in place as you try and hold yourself back. Merrick must realize though, must know enough in the bedroom to recognize the signs because he sucks harder and his hand moves just a little faster, humming softly against your skin. Heat blazes through you as you gasp, head tilting back, fingers curling a little too tight in his hair, pulling as you shake on the counter, coming on his tongue. Merrick doesn’t let up until you whimper and doesn’t move from his spot between your legs. He lays his warm cheek against your knee, grinning up at you when you can finally look down, light headed and dazed from his attention.

“Can I keep showing you?” He asks, licking his lips when you glance at his mouth.

“Well you did suggest sharing a bed, and I’m not going to lie, I.. rather liked the thought of thaAT, Merrick!” Breath whooshes out of you as Merrick moves, throwing you smoothly over his shoulder as he gets to his feet.

“I can walk,” you insist, thumping feebly at Merrick’s tattooed back as he turns on his heel. Truth be told, you don’t mind the angle. You’re rather enamored with touching him at the moment, and the view- You’ve dreamed of stroking your hands over the broadness of his shoulders, of biting at his plush lower lip and shaking apart under his touch. It’s a heady feeling, having had it. Knowing that he’s wanted you in the same way. “I’ve never been laid low by a single org- ouch!” You jerk away from where he’s pinched your thigh, but all Merrick does is adjust so he can hold you tighter. He’s still ignoring your complaining though, continuing on his way to the bedroom. “Hey! Are you even listening?”

He walks faster, and you catch sight of his heels and calves below the bare curve of his ass, tattoos stark against the pale skin. “I’m trying not to,” he says, and his fingers tremble in their grip on your legs. The cadence of his speech, the way he words things- why must he make everything sound like a secret?

“Merrick,” you start, voice soft as you trace the wing lines of his tattoos. He doesn’t let you get any farther though, tossing you onto your bed, a sly smile curling his mouth as you bounce and gasp in mock outrage. He follows after you, spreading your legs so he can kneel between them, and places a soft, almost reverent kiss over your heart. You start to clench your jaw, emotion welling up in your chest, but Merrick-

“Do you think I could lay you low with another orgasm?” He asks, leaning back and raising a brow when you don’t immediately answer. You kind of want to laugh, and sigh, and scoff, all at the same time.

It’s a relief, finding out that he’s still himself with you, even after what happened in the kitchen. It’s a relief that he’s still around, that this isn’t a dream, that everything you’d agonized over is-

You settle for scowling at his pretty smirking face. Actually, it’s kind of irritating, realizing how much time you’ve wasted mooning over each other in silence. It’s not something to dwell on, at any rate, because you still have questions for Merrick. About Gar, about his tattoos, about his ears and his stupid way of phrasing things.

“Am I still allowed to touch?” He asks suddenly, brushing his pale curls out of his eyes. The question startles away your scowl, but this is still very new. For both of you, and you’ve been quiet for a little too long.

“Yeah, definitely,” you hasten to say, heat coursing through your body.

Merrick makes it so damned hard to concentrate on asking him anything, even at the best of times. Now that you both have this, you kind of despair of getting any answers at all. Even now, you’re distracted by the careful way he lays beside you on the bed. The way the dim daylight coming from your window plays over his shoulders. It almost makes his wings look like they’re moving. Before you can think any more about it though, he’s leaning in close, hand stroking over bare skin, and his teeth are gentle against your shoulder, followed swiftly by a swipe of his tongue. You press even closer, breath soft, and Merrick lays a trail of kisses along the column of your neck, long fingers ghosting over your back and hip.

The kissing, the touching… It’s new and exploratory and you’re both reveling in it, finally knowing you can be this close to each other- but your brain just doesn’t want to shut off. His tattoos, and his ears. You keep tracing them while he’s kissing you, palms cradling his jaw, fingertips soft against the delicate points, wondering about them. He has odd interests, but you never would have pegged him for any kind of body modification, not with the way he shudders over needles. His ears seem to be sensitive, with the way he leans into your touch, with the soft little noises that escape his mouth. ..Or maybe Merrick just hasn’t made out with someone for this long while they fondle his ears. You drag yours hands down his chest, and replace your fingers with your mouth, nipping at the fine cartilage- and Merrick spasms, groaning against the hollow of your neck, and the room grows a little brighter.

“Like that, do you?” You pull back to ask, voice low, heart thundering unsteadily in your chest. The room seems to dim again when you meet his gaze. He looks a mess, lips swollen from kissing, pupils blown and his ears flushed pink. His curls are mussed awkwardly around his ears, caught on the points, and a soft whisper of a laugh escapes you.

“Yes,” he says, serious, almost desperate sounding when he follows the word with your name. The laughter dies in your mouth, leaving your throat tight and aching with wanting. You’re not sure anyone has ever said your name like that.

“..More?” You ask, coaxing, as all he seems able to do is breathe, and stare, and clutch at your hip. He nods his head, and your thigh slips between his when you get back to work, teeth careful against his earlobe. Merrick shudders under you and turns absolutely breathless when you tug at his curls to get a better angle.

“You’ve ruined me,” he gasps, lips brushing against your skin as he speaks. “The way you look at me, how you feel, the way you say- say Merrick.” Again, it sounds like he chokes on the words, barely able to say his own name, but then his hips are rolling, and you realize how hard he is against your thigh.

You let the questions go, ignoring the puzzle pieces still quietly rearranging themselves in the back of your head, and focus on pleasure. You catalogue the way he sounds when your tongue touches the shell of his ear, the way he thrums with tension when your fingers curl around his cock. All you can taste now is that strange floral tea - on his tongue, on his skin, just breathing in the air near him. You can’t seem to get enough of it.

The both of you are starting to lose your nerves now, too eager for each other to be slow.

“What do you want?” Merrick asks, panting when you pull away for air. You let go of his cock so you can think beyond the words you, or more, beyond the urge to simply keep going. “Tell me.”

You gasp out a laugh, just once, before you adjust, sitting back on his thighs. “Trying to make this all about me?” You tease, pleased, but slightly embarrassed by such acute attention.

“It’s always been all about you,” Merrick confesses, thumbs soft against your knees. His eyelashes flutter against his cheeks when he momentarily lowers his eyes, almost embarrassed by the amount of emotion is his words. He’s quick to raise his eyes back up though, intent on seeing your face as he speaks. “Your happiness is important to me, and-”

“Yours is important to me too, Merrick,” you interrupt, a little exasperated. “Let me,” you insist, repeating his words, enjoying the sight of him spread out beneath you.

He rolls his eyes, but a dimple shows in his cheek, and now all you can think about is kissing it. “Hands then,” he suggests, and this time your laugh is brighter, enough to have your cheeks aching with the strain.

“What are we, teenagers?” You ask, but you still lean forward, taking him back in hand and pressing another kiss to his shoulder as you squeeze. Merrick makes a small strangled noise, thrusting up into your grip.

“Hardly,” he murmurs when you start to stroke, fingers tensing on your hips. “Would have been too-” His eyes flutter closed for a moment. “Too impatient to draw things out this way. Would have rushed, wouldn’t have-” He breathes your name again, voice shaking, when you nip at his other ear. “Wouldn’t have realized what- what I have.”

You’re still stroking him languidly, not wanting the friction to be unpleasant, but he seems to enjoy the pace. He does lose his breath when you press yourself against his cock though, eager to help him lose his composure, and he almost keens when you bite his ear again. Your eyes are closed, enjoying the taste of his skin, the feeling of him, hard and pulsing in your hand, when he bucks.

“What do you have, Merrick?” You ask, because you’re curious. Because you want to know what he means exactly, without all the circles of questions and sidestepped answers.

“Ev-” He curses, hand curling around the back of your neck, and tilts his head until he’s nearly kissing you. It’s hard, keeping yourself from interrupting, from kissing him. You want to hear what he says though and that desire is stronger, if only by a fraction. “The only thing I’ve ever wanted for myself,” he gets out, and then looks shocked by the admission, pink mouth open in a perfect O, eyes wide. You want to ask what he means, but he pulls you into a rough, wet kiss, and wraps his hand around your own, speeding your pace. He’s actively chasing his own orgasm now, hips lifting, cock head rubbing against your skin, and you have to squeeze your thighs to keep from being displaced.

“Merrick,” you gasp between kisses, lips catching against his. The breath caught between the both of you is warm and sweet, and you could stay here, happily, doing nothing but stroking him and breathing in his kisses like you’re desperate for the air- and then he’s coming. He comes over your hand and his, dripping onto his belly and somehow he’s still wonderfully hard, still eager for more. You cease to notice the time, taking a minor break to clean up before you both fall back into bed, grinning and finding every excuse there is to keep touching, to keep tasting. Whether he’s using his hands, or his mouth, or just rutting against you, you feel like you’re nothing but nerve endings, over eager for every brush of skin, for every murmured word and breathless laugh.

You lose yourself in him completely, until the both of you are smiling, half-awake idiots and it’s nearly dark outside. It isn’t until Merrick is drifting off to sleep on his stomach, eyelashes pale against his cheekbones, limbs still, that you notice his tattoo again. It reminds you of bee wings, or beetles, gorgeous, and almost frail looking with the changing breadth of veins. You run your fingers over the scalloped edges, amazed by the level of intricate detail, and then the realization hits you:

Merrick is a fucking faerie.

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I’m With You in the Dark

Last year, I made a poll seeing who would be interested in reading a story about my tickle monster Rags meeting my favorite character in Deltarune, Jevil. Even though I got a very positive response overall, I... chickened out. :’D I've always felt very self-conscious about writing fanfics, especially ones involving my OCs with canon characters. I grew up with other weeb friends who thought fanfic in general was very cringey and taboo. But at the end of the day, as long as people aren't writing about shipping real-life people or kink shit with minors, they have the freedom to write what they want if it helps them express themselves. Ever since last year, Jevil has become a very important character to me. There are hundreds of wonderful creative interpretations of him and his possible backstory; and, as someone who has depersonalization spells, existential thoughts about reality & the universe, enjoys making other people laugh even at my own expense, and a chaotic inner voice that constantly tells me "AREN'T YOU TIRED OF BEING NICE, DON'T YOU JUST WANNA GO APESHIT??" this little gremlin has become a comfort character; one that I also highly enjoy cosplaying. And, frankly, what better year to post a story about nihilism than 2020? 👍 So, this is just a "what-if" scenario, if someone else besides Gaster with some degree of omniscience was able to show the poor jester that there's more to life than just waiting for the Void to take over. And if anyone takes anything away from this, I just want it to be the hope that things will get better. You are allowed to be hopeful, and happy, and make positive connections with people even if you've had harmful experiences with people over past mistakes from either side. We're in this together; you aren't always going to be alone, your suffering won't be in vain. This, too, shall pass. So please, stay determined. Happy Halloween, everyone!! 🎃 🦇 👻 🤡 Story below the cut!

The mischievous Nightmare felt a peculiar pull at his mind as he lurked through the foggy darkness in search of another playmate: A chaotic soul resonating with nearly as much feral playfulness and craving for laughter as his own. But there was something...Off. This mind, this essence, was splintered and broken, re-mended into something different... A shadow of its former self. Joy and mischief and enthusiasm for the world, replaced by existential dread and loneliness...

The silent cry for help brought Ragaeli to a reality he'd never been in: One of the many infinite parallel dimensions to Earth that existed in the endless void of spacetime. At a brief glance, he could see there was a race called Darkners. They seemed to be the joy of childlike imagination brought to life; living, breathing checker and chess pieces, puzzle pieces, stuffed toys and squeaky mallets and lego blocks.

And, within a card castle not unlike the story of Alice in Wonderland, deep within a huge cell locked by powerful magic, a rotund little jester with a black and purple wardrobe was bouncing about, creating myriads of dazzling diamonds, spades, hearts and clovers. He appeared to be an imp with a J-shaped tail, a round noseless face, pointy ears, deep black pits for eyes and serrated, lemon-yellow teeth stretched into a smile as he laughed gleefully to himself.

The Nightmare split open a doorway of crackling energy, leaping through, landing on the indigo striped ground with a THUD. The floor was very plush and unsteady, like the inflated floor of a bouncy castle. "Weellll now, it sure seems like a party in here~ But what kind of party only has one guest, hmm?"

Immediately, the small jester jumped, his head launching out on a spring coil like a Jack-in-the-box. "AIYEEE-!! What, what?! Who are you? Did...Did you escape too??" He glided over to the tall figure, eyeing him over. At first, his lips twitched and seemed as if they were going to form into a frown. But instead he responded with a forced grin. "Uee-hee hee, I see, I see... It seems they've finally replaced little old me~!" He bounced up on his tail to flick playfully at Ragaeli's chest bells, spiraling around him to tug at his flaps, hair and spandex. "Hmmm, not bad~ And you can't go wrong with being a stripey lad; I guess the Kings have some taste after all! But where is your hat?? A jester with no hat is like a witch without their cat!" He glided around behind Ragaeli and his eyes widened. "A hand on your tail?? Now that's just excessive!!" "I must say your rhyme scheme is really quite impressive~" Ragaeli giggled, his head turned 180 degrees to look down at the jester. Jevil couldn't help but giggle too. "Uee hee hee, why thank you, thank you~!" He hovered upside-down in front of the larger monster, summoning a deck of cards, shuffling them up. "The tales must be true, that each suit has two. A black and a red...I always assumed the other must just be dead!!" He snickered, making the cards disappear up his sleeve, then turned back upright, folding his arms, his purple tail lashing about behind him like an agitated cat, his tone twinged with jealousy. "Well since they've decided that red suits their court more, you'd better not be a bore! To replace me is to replace the wittiest of all the players in this castle full of nay-sayers!"

"Hehehe, now, don't get your tail in a twist, I'm no replacement," Ragaeli playfully flicked one of Jevil's bells. "Name's Ragaeli, but you can call me Rags, Ragdoll, Ragtime, Rag-Tag, just don't call me boring, heheh~ I'm not even from this world, you see. Would you believe me when I say there are other worlds out there? Other dimensions?" Jevil giggled at all the nicknames, then his face lit up, his annoyance quickly shifting to curiosity. "Oh yes, yes, I know it to be true!! He chuckled. "Your world, it is a game too? Or is it more "real" than what we can perceive?" Ragaeli raised an eyebrow. "A game, hmm? I suppose you can say that," He smirked. "My world is, in a sense, "Not real" as well. Not to the people of Earth anyways. It's thanks to their thoughts and emotions, their hopeful desires in the depths of their darkest thoughts, that I exist at all. And because of that," His grin turned devilish and he rapped his fingers together in a comically villainous fashion. "I can appear to any of them that I want. I can play all kinds of games with them~ I have no limits to what I can do in my realm, and Earth itself is my playground, a game that will never end~"

The jester listened with fascination, then cackled again, seeming elated as he bounced around in midair. "Oh I'm SO happy!! Someone else finally sees!! There is another who's been set free!!" Then his giddy tone turned to a snarl. "THEY didn't believe me!! THEY were all blind, blind!!" Magic energy crackled around him. "I ONLY wanted to HELP them!! I only wanted them to be privy to the danger, danger they would face if they didn't try to free themselves of this pointless rat race!!" Ragaeli's brow furrowed. "Who's them? Who put you in here? A jolly little hellion like you shouldn't be locked away like this, 'specially if you think your castle's in danger." Jevil quickly shook his head, puffing his chest out indignantly. "It is not I that has been locked away! They chose their own prison, they dug their own graves! The court wouldn't listen, they didn't want to play, and now for their bullheadedness THEY'RE the ones having to pay!!"

The Nightmare latched onto the images flashing through Jevil's mind, learning bits and pieces about the royal court that ruled the dark castle. It definitely appeared that things were in disarray, and the court jester's loneliness bubbled into a well of resentment... The continued rush of memories manifested into the image of a strange entity that came to the jester before his imprisonment: A ghostly creature, cloaked in inky blackness, with large round holes in his skeletal hands and a twisted grin frozen on his skull-like head, a single white pupil glowing out from the cracked eyesockets with a sickly light. Even the Nightmare, who had seen every hellish iteration of fear and hatred, knew that this...thing, was bad news. He existed, yet was nonexistant. He was fractured across all of time and space, yet remained trapped unmoving inside the Void. He was filled with hopelessness, bitterness, egoism, an unyielding ambition to drag anything and everything down into the same all-consuming darkness. An unfortunate victim of his own hubris, now a sociopath with cold disregard for individual worth except the desire to dissect everything and everyone he could latch onto. And it happened that Jevil, who craved mischief and adventure and purpose in his seemingly small role in the kingdom, was the latest test subject. Ragaeli's hair stood up on end and a low, near demonic growl rumbled in his throat. "And what, exactly, did this thing show you?" The growl made Jevil gasp, stopping him in his tracks, looking up at the large entity with trepidation. "H-He showed me everything, everything!! He showed me the beginning, the end of all things, he showed me the truth of this world and all worlds in the cosmos, that nothing is as it seems, nothing means anything, but because anything can be nothing, nothing can be everything--" "Alright, enough, I'm stopping you right there, Lovecraft," In a swift movement, he tugged the rim of Jevil's hat over his face. "YEEE- H-HEY!!" The frazzled jester fixed his hat, puffing his cheeks out at Ragaeli, his tail whipping about even more wildly. "Whoever this Wing-dinged handy-man is sure isn't very handy if all he can do is fill your head with nihilistic nonsense," Ragaeli stuck out his tongue. "Sounds like someone who had a rotten time of it is now trying to ruin everyone else's fun." "No, no, not at all!!" Jevil leapt on top of Ragaeli's head and perched like a cat. "Because of him, I can have more fun than I ever thought possible!! You'll see, you'll see!! They're bringing back the key!!" He giggled madly. "Three visitors, all questing in vain to bring an end to a game that doesn't matter, and once I am back inside their world of lies I will spread my truth everywhere and everyone will thank me!!" He cackled. "But first I should thank you for keeping me company~" He leapt off and glided in front of the Nightmare. From the center of his dark eyes, yellow irises began to glow brightly. "It's been so long since someone has lent an ear, so I'll show you my favorite game~" In a flash, he launched a glowing diamond, sharp as a sword, at the speed of a flying bullet into Ragaeli's stomach.

But the diamond disappeared on contact. Instead of yelping in pain, Ragaeli shrieked and doubled over as the energy shot a ticklish burst through him. "GYEEEE-HEEHEE!!" Jevil looked baffled. "...What, what?? Laughter?" He tilted his head, summoning a spinning barrage of clubs that shot at Ragaeli's legs, chest and sides like machine gun ammunition. And again, the Nightmare was bombarded with a barrage of ticklish electricity, causing him to crumple on the plush floor with cackling laughter. "AIYEEE-HAHAHAHA!!" After the sensation wore off, he continued to let out giddy laughter as he saw Jevil's incredulous expression. "WHOOO-WEE, now that was a good one!!" Jevil couldn't help but snort back his own laughter at the Nightmare's comical reactions, but he seemed even more puzzled. "Is someone ticklish, ticklish? That isn't how I'm trying to play, but it makes things interesting, needless to say~" He giggled a bit. "But then...How am I supposed to play my game if you've got no numbers to claim??" Ragaeli shook his head, jumping up into the air to recline as if laying back on a sofa. "You silly little imp, do you really think that's the only way to play with others? Taking this "HP" until they're gone for good? What would you do then when there's no-one left to have fun with?" He gave a pout. Jevil shook his head quickly. "No no, they're not really gone!! Weren't you listening, listening?? It's all a game!! They can come back!! Losing is just a minor setback~!"

The Nightmare raised an eyebrow. "And how do you know that?" "Because the Stranger showed me!! He can mess with the code, he can change--" "How do YOU know that?" Ragaeli barked. "Forget about him, can YOU bring them back??" Jevil shrugged. "Perhaps, perhaps not, but if they lose then that's just how it goes~ Such is the way of this game we all play!" The Nightmare rolled his eyes. "So... you wanna play by the game's rules, huh? How boring."

The jester's malicious snickering immediately stopped, and he stiffened up. Ragaeli narrowed his gaze, prying at the jester's mind a bit more. "What is it you've said? You can do anything? So why not shake it up and take this game into your own hands? If you're really free, then PROVE it!"

For once, the manic jester took pause.

"Think about what it is YOU want in this game we all call life!"

Jevil lifted a gloved finger, unable to answer at first. Then his bright yellow irises faded again. "What I want...?" He lowered his head. "What I want..." A quiet giggle bubbled up from inside him. "I just want them to be free, free with me..." He hovered higher, seeming to vibrate with an intense magical aura, and raised his arms. The room began to spin around the central pole, as if it were revolving around the world's axis. "To break their cage and create a NEW stage, where everyone can play, play to their heart's content!! Free from this kingdom of rules and lies!!" He snarled. "I want them to PAY for making me play in my freedom all alone, every night and every day!!" He bellowed. Carnival music began to emanate from all around them, starting quiet then gaining in tempo. "I want them to say, "To HELL with rules, I will break these chains and embrace the chaos, CHAOS!!" He laughed maniacally, and from every curve of the rounded ceiling, more of his symbols appeared; Hearts, diamonds, spades and clubs, all aimed at Ragaeli, launching toward him like speeding bullets. The Nightmare answered with his own giddy laugh. "Ohhh, how interesting! Well then, let's play for a while and I might just help you make your wish come true~!" He nonchalantly bounded away from the trajectory of the magic, dodging, swooping, teleporting and even dancing and pirouetting away. Occasionally they would hit, and once again he would shriek in surprise and burst into laughter. "GYAAAH-HAHAHAHA!!" Jevil giggled, no longer bothered that his attacks weren't causing any 'HP' damage. "I wonder; How long will it take before you finally break~?" The Nightmare smirked dangerously. "I could ask you the same thing!" His hair suddenly jumped to life, tendrils leaping forward and bombarding the jester's chubby belly, sending electric pulses of ticklishness through him.

"UEEEE-HEE-HEEEE!!" Jevil shrieked with laughter and flailed for a moment before poofing himself to the other side of the room. A bright purple blush filled his cheeks and he clutched his belly, gawking at Ragaeli. "N...NO FAIR, NO FAIR!! IT WASN'T YOUR TURN YET!!" Ragaeli giggled. "You really think a tickle monster is gonna play fair? Now what's the fun in that~?" Jevil huffed and his pout shifted to a malicious grin. "Uee hee hee; Fine, fine, I also won't play fair!! Let's see you laugh about THIS!" With a flash, he summoned a large ornate striped sickle, teleporting close and taking a swift swing at Ragaeli, catching him in the middle of the striped pattern on his leotard. The Nightmare's torso came clean off his legs, not with any blood or guts but with a cartoonish POP. "WHOA!! Caught me off guard with that one, took my top clean off ya did!!" His tone went cockney, and he grabbed his legs and re-attached them as if he'd been de-pantsed.

Jevil balked, then doubled over backwards with laughter. "HYEE-HEEHEE HAHAHAH Oh my stahahars, you're a fun one, you are!!" His scythe disappeared with a flash, a new wave of glee bubbling up in him. "You really are like me!! Your body cannot be killed!! That means you can stay here and play as long as we want!! I'm so THRILLED!!" He laughed with jubilation and raised his arms, and from the walls emerged a bizarre set of carousel horses, with the bodies of rubber ducks, all of which began to circle rapidly around the room. "Go ahead, hop on~! But better watch out, these horsies have a mean bite~"

The Nightmare snickered and dove into a cartwheel, throwing himself onto the back of one of the figures, which tried to toss him off like a bucking bronco. "Piece of cake, I've wrangled a few horsies in my d-AAGH!!" He was swiftly knocked off by a flying duck ramming him at full force, sending him careening into the spinning walls of the room. He bounced off of the squishy surface and lay crumpled in a heap, cracking up with hyena-like hysterics. Jevil, too, giggled hysterically at his opponent's prat-fall. It felt so grand to finally have someone to play with again!!

And so, their antics continued. Jevil came at Ragaeli with everything he had, and the Nightmare almost effortlessly parried it away with his meaty hands or flexible limbs. As Jevil revealed more and more tricks up his sleeve, from his ability to shapeshift into his own scythe, to a downright unfair barrage of clover-shaped bullets, Ragaeli revealed that his tail could multiply into three, which crackled with red sparks; They lunged forward and managed to ensnare the manic jester, slithering against his round belly and backs of his knees, even slipping one of his shoes off to entwine their prongs between his clawed toes. "AIYEEE-HEEHEEEE UEE-HEEHEE NOOOHOHOHOOO-HEEHEE!!" The ticklish shock to his system surprised the jester enough that his head launched out on its spring coil, before retreating back for him to grab the ends of his hat and hide his flushed face and goofy smile.

The Nightmare snickered fiendishly at his reactions. "What's wrong~? Surely the court-appointed master of laughter can handle a little tickling?" The playful taunting just flabbergasted the thrashing imp all the more. Not because he hated it; but because he, the clever jester with an unholy amount of magic energy had never been so easily bested by something that wasn't a physical fight... And on some level, it was thrilling. It felt so good to laugh with such passion; Real, true laughter, instead of a hollow imitation of happiness. Being unable to focus on anything but their game, on the consequences of each other's "attacks", took his mind off the dreadful, existential thoughts that plagued him, and made him think that maybe, just maybe, there was more to his and this world's existence after all...

But in the meantime, it was his turn, and he was ready for revenge. He poofed himself out of the nightmare's tendrils and re-appeared underneath him, turning his scythe into a rubber mallet to send Ragaeli flying up near the ceiling. He smiled wickedly, summoning a barrage of attacks that started to morph into vaguely hand and feather-like shapes. With a clap of his hands, they rocketed up to the Nightmare, burying into his belly, ribs and armpits, slithering down the wide collar of his leotard, trapping his ankles into cuffs so that they could saw between his toes and whirl against his soles like fuzzy sawblades. The onslaught caused the monster to howl and screech with hysteria, thrashing and swatting at the symbols in vain. "GYEEEE-HEHEHEHEHEH WHY Y-YOHOHOHOUUU-HAHAHAHA~!!" Jevil giggled devilishly. "Uee-heeheee, what's wrong, what's wrong~? You're the Tickle Monster, are you not? Or were you lying all along? Can't handle being at the wrong end of your own fiendish plot~?" Ragaeli snarled in his laughter, attempting to swat at the jester with his tails. "GRAAHH-HAHAHAH SH-SHUHUHUHUT UHUHUP YOU L-LIHIHITTLE-!!" And yet, despite his protests at the unbearable attack, the Nightmare's laughter, too, resonated with excitement and elation. It echoed through the vast cell, emanating with such unbridled joy and wild abandon that it stirred something inside of Jevil. Something...Warm, and oddly reassuring. And finally, from the depths of the jester's scrambled mind, memories started to return to him...

He once knew laughter as well, and more than that, making others laugh. The four Kings, laughing at his antics in the court; young Rudinns and Jigsawrys and a baby Clover, all laughing gleefully at his dazzling displays of card symbols, dancing ribbons and fireworks. The dancers in the halls laughing as the court jester pulled prank after prank on the uptight dolt Rouxls Kaard. The Spade King, telling him how eager he was for his son to be born, so that Jevil could teach him how to spread joy through the kingdom. And Seam, his dear friend, letting out a rare gem of laughter whenever he said a silly joke or snuck up on the wooly cat and tickled his sides...

Before long, Jevil's magic was no longer set to kill mode; a fact that wouldn't have affected the reality-bending Nightmare made of laughter either way, but others caught in the crossfire would no longer be in danger of a "game over". His will began to shift, and now his projectiles were imbued with the overwhelming urge to make their target crumble into a heap of elated laughter. Perfect. Ragaeli grinned gleefully, snapping his fingers and poofing himself out of the hold of the magic symbols, standing to face Jevil, folding his arms behind his head. "Well now, seems like something's getting through to that polyvinyl noggin of yours--" That brief moment was all Jevil needed to re-appear behind him, lunging to rapidly scribble his fingers and prod his tail along Ragaeli's belly, snickering to himself. "You so easily let your guard down!! I thought I was the clown!!" "GYAA-HAHAHAHA!! TH-THAT WAS ON PURPOHOHOSE!!" Ragaeli slithered his pronged tail up to scribble against Jevil's 'neck' and pointy ears, sending him flying back on his spring-coil with a yowl.

Jevil wasn't sure how long their game went on. Minutes, hours, days? Time never meant much of anything in his personal freedom; But now, he never wanted it to end. If those three adventurers did ever come back with the key, this would be quite the sight to walk in on... Before long, though, the jester's 'attacks' were weakening, and his large tongue hung out with panting breaths; it became harder for him to levitate, or to tap out from the tickle monster's ruthless attacks; Ragaeli could sense his growing fatigue and eventually stopped, letting Jevil collapse to the bouncy floor.

"H-Hee-hehehe...That was fun, fun!! But enough is enough, you tired me up!" He giggled, but his grin turned to a pout. "But I don't want to sleep yet, I still want to play with everyone, everyone..." "Ohh, I think that can be arranged~" Ragaeli's hand sparked and crackled with magic, making Jevil instinctively squeak and flinch. But he shook his head. "Hehe, don't be worried~ This will give your energy back." But he closed his fist and extinguished the magic. "But hear me out first. If you play to take away everyone's HP, they won't want to play with you. They'll just put you down here again." Jevil snorted and folded his arms. "Well at least I wouldn't be caged in their prison again, again..." Ragaeli could still sense negative thoughts plaguing his mind.

Not real. Meaningless. Trapped. Just a game. Not wanted, not needed. Afraid of me. They'll leave me again, again. Seam will leave me again.

At the very least, these thoughts weren't as loud as before, and were being dulled by the hope that perhaps he could be welcomed back by everyone... Ragaeli narrowed his gaze and snuck his hair tendrils over to prod along his round belly and sides again. "UEEE-HEEEHEEE!!" He rolled over to the other side, hiding his flushed face again. "Heheh, come on now, no need to hide that face every time I get a laugh outta you~" He managed to tug the jester's hat off, revealing short, dark curly hair and a small pair of horns. Jevil gasped, his eyes going wide and he reached over frantically trying to grab his hat back. "HEYY!! Just because you forgot yours doesn't mean mine's up for grabs!!" Ragaeli chuckled. "Relax, you'll get it back, if you listen to me first. There's no use letting those thoughts get in the way of your fun, now is there? Even if you live your life 'confined' with the others, at least you'd still have playmates, right? You still have the chance to make amends and show your friends you're not going to let your story end. ...See, now I've been hangin' around you too long. You're turning me into a natural poet~" The sulky jester couldn't help but snicker. "Even if I did, even if they want to be my friend, I can never see this world the same way again, again..." He trembled. "The vision, the prophecy... The skies will darken, the world will crack, the calamity will sweep away all in it's path...No matter how many broken bonds we try to mend; Whether we play or flee, everything will end!!" He choked back a wail, hiding his face in his palms, his pointy ears drooping back.

Ragaeli rolled his eyes and sighed loudly, scratching his head thoughtfully for a moment. "Look; Of course things aren't gonna be the same. Of course things end someday. That's the point of LIVING!" The Nightmare barked and jumped up, causing another loud THUD as he stooped over on his haunches like an agitated mountain lion. "You change and you grow and you LIVE, despite how tiny or messed up you think your existence is. You CHALLENGE anything or anyone who tries to tell you that you can't find your way outta that dark tunnel. Fake? Real? Who CARES?? You're HERE! Your life is only meaningless if YOU choose to live it without meaning!!" Jevil peeked out from under his hands as the deity ranted. He then scoffed, taking his tail and fiddling with it as he avoided Ragaeli's eye contact. "That's easy enough for you to say. Your existence, your world, isn't made to be a game for OTHERS to play."

Ragaeli calmed down a little, patting his hair sympathetically and tweaking one of his horns. "Listen, Jev-In-The-Box. You're right about one thing. You can't change the circumstances that brought you into being. And sometimes, that really sucks." He frowned. "It sucks for those little mortals who have such little control over the society that keeps 'em prisoner. And even for someone like me...I can't change the fact that I come from a world that wouldn't exist without mortals. Any Nightmare can disappear in the blink of an eye if they aren't remembered by enough people." "Really..??" Ragaeli nodded. "That's why some of 'em try so hard to be remembered, even if it means playing with humans like cats torturing mice before they eat 'em. And I can't make them value life. But I also can't let them freely roam the world that imagined us up, or reality as we know it would fall apart. I can't even stay in other timelines or realities too long or I risk fading away for good." Jevil listened curiously, a hint of a concerned frown crossing his face. The deity shrugged. "So I just make the best of it, y'know? I have fun showing other people that their world isn't as small and hopeless as they think." The thoughtful expression left the entity's face as quickly as it had appeared, replaced by a devilish grin. "So YOU had better not let me catch you moping about in those gloomy thoughts of yours again," he poked Jevil's plush belly, making the jester squeal and bat his hand away. The Nightmare snickered. "And if I see you trying to end other people's game instead of finding ways to make laughter and excitement a part of your reality... Then I WILL be back, and I'll show you what it really means to be ticklish~" He narrowed his gaze and cracked his knuckles loudly, his body emanating with an aura of electric energy, his hair tendrils raising into the air like cobras poised to strike, wriggling their fingers and forming into bristles.

Jevil shrieked and quickly scrambled back. "YEEEP-!! ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALREADY, I GET IT I GET IT!!" The jester first pouted at being told what to do. But something about the strange monster's words...Felt to be true.

Ragaeli chuckled, his hair calming back down. "Of course, that doesn't mean there's no fun to be had in a bit of harmless chase," he flashed a devious grin. "You can make them pay, without making them go away, so that way you can all play again and again~ The eventual catch can be the best pay-off of all~" The implication of the tickle monster's words started to sink in. A Grinch-like smile started to spread across the imp's face as terrible schemes came to his mind. He could play a game of 'Surrender' with anyone, anytime, and they wouldn't have to lose their HP over it. It could be one big game of hide-and-tickle, or tickle tag, or a test of endurance, or another way for the King to interrogate outsiders about Lightners... Sensing that his thoughts had changed their tune, Nightmare gave him back his hat...And transferred a surplus of magic energy fueled by laughter, adrenaline and mischief to replenish his strength.

Jevil gasped as if surfacing for a breath of fresh air, then giggled and sprung to his feet. "Fine, you've won me over, I hope you're happy! But I think we'll have to wait until the Lightners return with that key. Once they do, I'll wreak havoc in that boring little prison of theirs and this Joker will be the one to have the last laugh~!" He giggled fiendishly and rubbed his hands together, bouncing impatiently in place.

Ragaeli smirked. "Hehe, no need to wait for a key. Prisoners break themselves out all the time, so why not just break in~?" He hopped over to the door, grasped his large hand around the bars, his hand emanating with crackling magic again... And the lock popped open with a click. Jevil went slack-jawed. "Wowee!! You really are strong! I can't even best Seam's magic enchantments at full strength!" he then cleared his throat. "That isn't to say I couldn't have broken in all along. I just didn't want to is all," he shrugged and stuck his tongue out. "So now it's time to say...SO LONG!!" He cackled maniacally and shot like a bullet out of the door.

When he flung himself from inside the cell, he saw the three travellers from earlier, now gawking up at him incredulously. "W-What the-?!" Susie and Ralsei's eyes went wide. Jevil instantly pounced them, rapidly bombarding them with scribbling fingers, rapid pokes and his tail slithering between their limbs. Shrieks of startled laughter answered him, even from the quiet, stoic one. They were too preoccupied with trying to flail away to notice the jester snatch the key out from under their noses. As soon as he had it, he stopped and hovered above them. Susie panted for a minute. "WHAT WAS THAT FOR?! I'LL KILL YOU FOR THAT!!" she snarled, brandishing her axe. "H-How did you get out?!" Ralsei questioned. "I thought you needed the key??" Jevil merely answered with a wild grin, focusing his power in his hands until the key sparkled and crackled with his magic...And shattered into hundreds of tiny shards. Without another word, he rocketed up the winding stone steps, laughing incomprehensibly. "WH...WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!" Susie shouted. "I don't...think that was supposed to happen..." Ralsei scratched his head through his hat. Kris just shrugged, and Susie grumbled. "We went through all that shit just to get the key and he didn't even NEED it!! I'm getting real damn sick of this stupid castle!!" She pounded the handle of her ax into the ground, huffing loudly. Ralsei frowned. "Well, don't worry about him. I think it's time we go find Lancer, yeah?" At this, Susie calmed down a little, sighing. "Yeah, you're right. We've kept him waiting long enough. Some mystery prisoner isn't any of our damn business."

It was already too late, regardless of whether the heroes tried to go after him. The jester's second reign of chaos was swift and sudden. He ricocheted through the castle, his manical laughter echoing through every hallway, his bursts of magic visible like fireworks in the distance, his devilsknife and his magic attacks shapeshifting into other "weapons" like giant featherdusters, scrubbing brushes and makeshift hands. At first the guards were horrified that the infamous prisoner had escaped. But once they were reduced to shrieks of laughter and pleading and apologies, and Jevil declared victory before bee-lining to his next target and eventually leaving the castle, the denizens of the Darkner world were left flabbergasted, nervous, and perhaps even amused and curious to see if this "dangerous criminal" would return for more...

Ragaeli watched the commotion smugly as he started to fade back to his realm. "Oh dear, it appears I've created a monster~"

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You make your way back down the elevator and stairs. You double-check your items, use the save point, and.... What the hell? The dungeon door is gone! Is this an easter egg of some kind? Did the game glitch out? You check your items again... The key is gone too. Okay, something must be wrong. Before you make the decision to replay the whole game just for the hidden boss, you head back to Seam. Maybe talking to him again will re-trigger the events needed for fixing the key?

But when you go inside the "Seap", it isn't just Seam anymore. The secret boss, Jevil, now has a full sprite, grinning gleefully at the player.

[ * UEE HEE HEE, WELCOME, WELCOME LIGHTNERS! SO SORRY WE DIDN'T GET TO PLAY, PLAY. MAYBE ANOTHER DAY! ]

You talk to Seam first, triggering his usual dialogue about how Jevil ended up in the dungeon, and how the heroes would eventually have to face the Knight. And, interestingly, an additional bit of dialogue explaining how the heroes just missed Jevil's "escape", and how his reunion with his old friend was filled with a great deal of laughs... Talking to Jevil afterwards brings up more dialogue. You ask him how he got out of the dungeon.

[ *YES, YES, I SUPPOSE I SHOULD EXPLAIN THAT KEY. I HAD ANOTHER STRANGER COME TO ME! ]

[ *BUT THIS ONE DID NOT MAKE ME FEEL SO AIMLESS. IN FACT, HE SHOWED ME THAT I WOULD HAVE MADE QUITE A MESS! ]

[ * THIS MAY ALL JUST BE A GAME, AND YOU... YES, YOU OUT THERE...]

His sprite momentarily came closer, his yellow irises seeming to bore right into you through your screen...

[ * -MAY HAVE MORE SAY IN WHAT RIGHTS WE CAN OR CANNOT FLAUNT. BUT I THINK, EVEN IN THIS PRISON, WE CAN STILL BE HAPPY, HAPPY, AND PLAY AS MUCH AS WE WANT! ]

[ * WHO IS REAL, AND WHO IS NOT? I DON'T THINK THAT MATTERS ANYMORE, ANYMORE. ]

[ * THAT SILLY RED MONSTER, WHO LAUGHS AND LAUGHS AND REMINDED ME THAT THIS WORLD DOES NOT HAVE TO BE A BORE...]

[ * THE STRANGE WORDS HE SAID HAVE STUCK INSIDE MY SPRINGS. NOW MY VIEW ON THIS WORLD HAS BECOME JUST A LITTLE LIGHTER... ]

[ * AND I'M CURIOUSER, AND CURIOUSER, TO SEE WHAT THE FUTURE BRINGS~! ]

#tickle fic #jevil #fanfic #tickle monster #monster boy #jester #clown #tickle fanfic #tickling #male tickling #tickle story

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plcyersandpieces · 5 years ago

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SPOILERS--RWBY Panel RTX 2019

Pre-show, they were throwing out shirts and merch, a dude in the loudest suit I ever saw was handing out lemons, and Arryn came out to say hello and get a few pictures.

Kerry, Miles, Joe (lead producer), Barb, Arryn, Kara, Lindsay

Bunch of stuff, gonna go fast

More merch, first up, new Funko! Pop, cosplay and casual cosplay, full-size scythe in Oct

"I don't know Zwei we have to argue about this." Goddammit Barb.

Viz is putting out a World of RWBY companion book Oct 8 this year

Shonen Jump ongoing series for RWBY, collection in Q1 2020

Female led DC comic series inc. more info from the DC x RT panel on Sunday

After the Fall is out

"Half the book is Coco being damn this girl's hot

Book 2: RWBY: Before the Dawn

Barb: "I just want to point out Arryn thought you said 'Before the Dom.'" Arryn: *facepalm*

Knights Chronicle collab! Also did FMA & Fairy Tale, so this is great. July 11th start, they showed the trailer, features team RWBY and Cinder

RWBY: Crystal Quest from Crunchyroll end of July.

"Weiss is so happy--she's surrounded by money and jewels."

Vague announcement: RWBY x Good Smile (Nendoroids, etc.)

Iris got a Ruby cosplay now Lindsay wants a Yang for Luna

Shout-out to CRWBY ❤️💙🖤💛

Writing last chapter of V7 now

Two new writers on the team, Eddie(?) and Kiersey(?). Team MKKE!

Episodic director structure between four people, including Kerry and Conner (prev. co-director)

No character trailers this year, but we're getting a playblast--a WIP

Characters are in Mantle, things aren't going well.

Broken

BUMBLEBY SMILE

FIGHTING SABER TOOTH TIGER GRIMM ("Sabyrs" or "Saybers")

QROW BEING FUCKING BADASS

AAAAAAAAAAAA

Barb and Arryn are super excited

UPGRADES GLOWUPS

BLAKE WITH SHORT HAIR

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Now on to Q&A

"For the VAs, what advice do you have to aspiring VAs?"

We were lucky, but those breaking in: Acting classes, getting comfortable with your range, watch Yuri's videos

Maria: Watch animation as much as possible. More you're exposed, the more you can make your own voice.

Ironwood: Agents are a thing too.

Lindsay: Fandubs are fantastic, creators notice

Arryn: Get a thick skin because you'll hear nothing or get told no, everyone will have an opinion

Kerry: Keep pushing forward.

Kara: Patience and persistence

Miles: Some methods aren't for everyone

"What was the hardest scene?"

Lindsay: First season

Barb: Burning the Candle BB scene, weird combo of "sad but okay"

Lindsay again: End of V3, Yang & Ruby interaction. Finding out how her characters laugh or cry.

Arryn: Chibi, because she's excited for the first time but also I just got done with Dr. Gray.

Ironwood: Finding out what Ironwood actually sounds like (turns out to be his actual voice)

Maria: When Maria is trolling Cordovin and cackling. "I feel I like I sound like the wicked witch!"

Miles: The red-haired woman scene.

"Can other huntsmen/huntresses have the same semblances?"

Miles: We wrote something that could have been better. But yes, there can be duplicates, but there can be little aesthetic differences, but all based on personality, etc. More semblance talk in V7!

Kerry: We're not actually retconning anything, we just did a shitty job

"Due to controversy, how do you handle stress from crunch etc."

Kerry: We were already working on it, but we're adding people and just try to work within limits. 13 episodes, airs Nov 2nd. If we get closer and don't feel like we can make it, we'll push it back.

"Why does Blake have cat ears and human ears?"

THAT'S WHERE YOU HAVE A PROBLEM???

Miles: Faunus with additional ears can hear better, different frequencies, etc.

Arryn: "All the better to hear when Yang's in trouble!"

"Name something you're excited for that's coming up?"

Producer: Staying on schedule

Barb: Blake's new hair

Arryn: leather

Kara: We're in Atlas!

Lindsay: badass babes

Maria: Sassy granny hijinks

Ironwood: More Ironwood?

Miles: Real thirsty moms.

Kerry: Watch the show

Missed the last couple because lightning round but they didn't have story, sorry. >.<

#ooc #rwby #rwby spoilers #spoilers #rtx #rtx 2019

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poptartthecat · 4 years ago

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I bought a really pretty corset today that's black with purple flowers on it and lots of little sparkly gold details! it was thrifted and hella cheap and I'm planning to use it for rose's velvet dress and basically make that whole cosplay at some point

I was complaining about makeup earlier because I was getting into terezi makeup and I did fun stuff w it! lots of red

I slept 5 hours today and the complete lack of sleep is really catching up to me I am SO TIRED

I'm drinking tea w luisa in it (lemon verbena shit??? louisa is a nicer name it's fun)

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character-scrolls · 5 years ago

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Miscellaneous Headcanons: Jinx - TSM (Soften Edition)

Enjoy some cute headcanons of some of my Jinx beans <3

Social Media:

What kind of Youtube channel would they run? - No doubt about it, Jinx would have a book review channel and it would be as cute as heck.

- An incredibly fluffy and sweet vibe, she'd have a large bookcase in her background with cute fairy lights draped over it, maybe some miniture cactus plants sat on some of the shelves.

- Probably uses some soft music box as the background music or something that relates to the book she's reviewing that week.

- Jinx would mostly be a solo reviewer but she might occasionally bring on someone for a collab

- She has gotten some god awful book suggestions, some she does reviews and some she'll outright refuse to do

- Her channel would probably be something like Bookworm or The BookWorm

- One of her videos showcases a mini tour of all the books she's gotten over the years, she's slowly running out of floor space.

What kinda blog would they run? - PASTEL.COLOURS.FOR.DAAAAYS.

- Jinx's blog is dedicated to all things literature from fiction to non-fiction

- She could talk for hours and hours about her favourite authors and the books she's read that week

- Jinx takes photos of her reading space which is normally a comfy chair with a little side table with her current book and a cup of fancy tea steaming next to it and her reading glasses resting on top of her book.

- Though in reality it probably ends up with her sitting up in bed until god knows what time whilst spouting the false promise of 'yes this is the last chapter I'm going to read I swear' wheather that's a book or a really good fanfiction on her ipad that's upto you.

- Jinx's posting shedule would be at least twice a week, depending

- Would for sure have a side blog for fanfiction

Dressing Up:

What would they be for Halloween? - Jinx would be a cute little ghostie for Halloween

- She's not one for being scary so cute is the next best thing

- Jinx would do her best to hand make the costume, it wouldn't be the neatest but hey ghost aren't meant to be

- The costume consists of a white robe with oversized sleeves covering her hands with a lacy hood over the top and short chains would be attached around her ankles

Who would they cosplay as?

- Jinx would for sure cosplay someone like Yuna from Final Fantasy X or Howl from Howls Moving Castle

- She would try and get a high quality costume, trying to get the most accurate looking one

Food:

What type of biscuit would they be? - A gooey chocolate chip cookie, because she's a soft that is all

What type of tea would they be? -A cinnamon blend tea

What type of alcohol would they be? - A sweet red wine

Games:

What kind of Yu-Gi-Oh! Deck do you they have? - For sure, a spellcaster deck probably based around the Silent Magician

- Not just for the obvious reason...also by how it's played

- Not seeing her with any other type

What kind of Pokemon Team do they have? - Possibly Fairy? I'm not entirely sure because they're a number of pokemon I see her having in her team, I have considered like psychic for another option?

What Animal Crossing animal would they be?

- Maybe a sheep? a cute little purple sheep

- Has the cutest cottage aesthetic going on

- Will gift you many, many, many books

Aesthetic: leather bound books, ink stained parchment, burning candle light, dark blues, pastel pinks and purples, empty potion vials, soft touches, sweet smelling purfumes, crytals, the glittering particles of magic, grubby bandages

Extra headcanon:

- The fiction she read throughout her years helped her discover her bisexuality, she had read so many books with different heros and their romantic endevours that it had a profound a effect on her. At first she didn't understand why she liked boys but also girls??? fiction helped her to finally understand that it was perfectly normal to feel like this.

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Ruben - Jinx: TSM

Social Media:

What kind of Youtube channel would they run? - This boy. THIS BOY. His channel would be a disaster , but a wonderful one..he's trying

- Ruben would do a lot of dumb but harmless challenges, but it would radiate pure chaotic energy

- He's a gremlin with too much time on their hands lets be real here

- Ruben would do a lot of collabs, which are even more diasterous than his solo videos depending which poor soul he asked

- he edits like it's going out of fashion, jumpcuts galore and dumbass sounds effects for days.

- He has a sizable following

- He would for sure drag his boyfriend in for a video...for a price

What kinda blog would they run? - Like this Youtube channel, it's chaotic but is slightly more structured

- Being a avid comic reader, his blog is centred around comic books

- Will have full-on arguements with other people about which character is strongest/best/weakest etc

- "Now you listen here you litle shit, YOU DON'T-"

- His blog is fairly simple in terms of colour scheme, possibly using themes available to him

- Has an inconsistant posting shedule

Dressing Up:

What would they be for Halloween? - Probably a skeleton, surprisingly good at face painting

- He'd use face/body paint for his neck area and hands

- Contacts maybe?

Who would they cosplay as?

- Would for sure cosplay as Beast Boy from Teen Titans, feel like that would be the type of character he'd go for

- Maybe with full-on body paint too?

Food:

What type of biscuit would they be? - Ruben would be like one of those giant biscuits with the chunks of m&ms baked into it

What type of tea would they be? - Iced lemon tea

What type of alcohol would they be? - Apple Cider

Games:

What kind of Yu-Gi-Oh! Deck do you they have? -Elemental Hero deck maybe?

- His love of super heros would play a part in why he chose it

What kind of Pokemon Team do they have? - Possibly flying?

- Has for sure named one of his pokemon Jeremy

What Animal Crossing animal would they be?

-Possibly a squrriel

-Has a mis-matched house because who hell is interior decorating

Aesthetic: Fireworks lighting up the nights sky, scrapped knees, wide grins,bare feet,messy hair constantly running fingers through it,dark greens, off white,loud laughter, dumb jokes.

Extra headcanon:

- Ruben is known for being the town menace, however, when he was younger especially, the elder folk would leave out baked goodies for him to pick up during his escapes. Sometimes they'd even let him hide out near their house if it was safe enough to do so. Now that he's older, they don't let him get away so much anymore but will occasionally leave out a place of treats.

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Lamina - Jinx: TSM

Social Media:

What kind of Youtube channel would they run? - Lamina's channel would be dedicated to fitness and her vast collection of swords

- She'll do exercise challenges and inbetween she'd show off her latest custom order swords

- Lamina has an intense energy on screen but will give legitmate advice on health and exercise

- She'll only really soften up if she talks about her girlfriend or her swords, getting equally giddy over both

- Her shedule is regular and she has quite a big following

- Swords will always be present in her backgrounds

What kinda blog would they run? - Her blog would focus on her swords and she'd go into detail about their history and origin

- She takes beautiful pictures of them from every angle imaginable

- Lighting is everything, it's gotta hit the blade juuust right

- She poses them with occassionally, doesn't admit it but she enjoys it

- Her colour scheme would be muted and her theme would be minimal

- Lamina tends to post whenever she has a new sword delievered

Dressing Up:

What would they be for Halloween? - Lamina is not usually one to get dressed up, would probably take some persausion

- She'd want it to be low effect, nothing too complicated

- If she had to pick, possibly an apocolyptic survior, no it's not an excuse to show off her cool swords shUT Up

Who would they cosplay as?

- Possibly Erza Scarlet from Fairy Tail

-Because did I mention swords? because she likes s

-Not sure which armor she'd go for

-Possibly would commission someone to make it

Food:

What type of biscuit would they be? - A simple shortbread biscuit

What type of tea would they be? - Green macha tea

What type of alcohol would they be? - Straight whisky

Games:

What kind of Yu-Gi-Oh! Deck do you they have? - Warrior deck or Amazoness deck?

What kind of Pokemon Team do they have? - Fighting type, feel like it fits her

What Animal Crossing animal would they be?

- Wolf possibly? or a bear

- Home filled with work-out equipment

- Grumpy personality?

Aesthetic: Early mornings, sore knuckles, stern looks, hidden softness, sword clashes, the smell of burning, loyal bonds, dark purples and blues,brusied skin and busted lips, quiet nights beneath the stars.

Extra headcanon:

- (tiny spoilers??) After Solus left most of her men dead, Lamina felt geniuely hurt. Her loyalty and trust in Solus was strong. She wouldn't admit but she did shed a few tears when she was alone before completely shutting herself off from her remaining men. They weren't like him, in fact, they were among the ones who mocked her and they only trusted her out of fear. She felt she'd lost her only real connection. Thankfully, she was able to open up again and she couldn't be happier. -------------------------------------------

Katia-Jinx:TSM

Social Media:

What kind of Youtube channel would they run? - Katia would have a fashion channel, she'd showcase the unsual dresses she'd buy and possibly make

- There's always a WIP of a dress on a manniquien in the background of her videos

- She'll sometimes do time lapses of dress

- Katia will occasionally post tutorials on the dresses she makes and leaves materials and such in the description

- She'd talk about the best materials to use to sew with

- Her sewing machine is covered in cute stickers and has become staple in her background

- She keeps a list of themes to explore in a notebook

- Her following is large but not overwhelming

What kinda blog would they run? - A fashion blog

- She'd post lookbooks each with a different theme

- Her colour scheme would be soft galaxy, maybe blue and purple

- Katia loves to talk about the history of fashion and tries to re-create the clothing from different points in history

- Her blog is clean and orginaised to a T. Everything is put into categories

- Katia posts weekly and does at least one lookbook per week

Dressing Up:

What would they be for Halloween? - Katia would be a wailing victorian bride

- With her skills in dress making her costume would be sublime

- She'd go ham on her costume, adding every single detail she can think of to make it look better

- Kinda erie how accurate it would be

Who would they cosplay as? - BOTW!Zelda or Twlight Princess!Zelda

- Again, costume making is her jam! the entire thing would be made from scratch minus a few things like the wig

- She loves the outfits Zelda wears in the games and would study the hell out of them to get the design right

Food:

What type of biscuit would they be? - Simple lemon biscuit

What type of tea would they be? - Earl Grey

What type of alcohol would they be? - Vodka

Games:

What kind of Yu-Gi-Oh! Deck do you they have? - Harpy Lady deck

- She just thinks they're neat

- And she enjoys the play style

What kind of Pokemon Team do they have? - Ghost type

What Animal Crossing animal would they be? - Rabbit

- Her house would be cosy and hidden away within the trees

- Shy personality type

Aesthetic: Silver necklaces, heavy veils, masquerade masks, silk dresses, corset ties, anxious thoughts, strained smiles, secret encounters, fights for freedom, golds, silver, sparkling jewels, touch starved.

Extra headcanon:

- Katia was not always an anxious mess, that only occurred later in life due to the pressure her parents placed on her. As a child, she was playful and witty, she was rebellous and would always find ways to esape her escorting guards. These days the only way she can 'escape' are when she's in her own quaters.

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