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Our newest find – a skull of a Tagarosuchus kulemsini, a small protosuchian crocodyliform from the Early Cretaceous (about 125-113 mln y.o.)
Shestakovo-3. 07/28/2023
These photos were taken immediately after the croc was found in a waste rock dump)
Photos by Yaroslav Zheleznov.
… and these after gluing and some cleaning.
#Ilek formation#cretaceous period#Shestakovo#tagarosuchus#crocodyliform#paleo#fossils#animal bones#animal skulls#crocodile#geology#paleontology#biology#science#fieldwork#excavations#looks like it has smth in its eye heh
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i neeeed smth silly with wade and his s/o having a stereotypical teenage girls' sleepover- painting their nails, gossiping about boys (logan) and trying to style wade's wack ass wig.
sigh unfortunately i am in love with The Idiot
Honestly? You’re pretty fucking happy.
Wade is incredibly attentive. A goofball, sure, and the kinda guy to take things a little too far sometimes - but he can always tell when there’s something wrong. You’ve been far too stressed. Work has been getting you down, too much pressure with not enough appreciation, and it just feels like you’re being ground into the dirt by someone’s heel. Your usual enthusiasm when you come home has been ablated and you’ve barely been able to give Wade a smile recently.
So tonight, when you walk in with gloom heavy around you, you’re pleasantly surprised when the apartment is lit with candles and your favourite album is playing quietly on the stereo. Wade looks up from where he’s judging between two facemasks.
“Okay, we can go with ‘jasmine tranquillity’ or ‘rose seduction’. I’m feeling ‘rose seduction’, but maybe that’s because sensuality is my middle name. Well, one of my middle names. Wade Winston Sensuality Wilson.”
You put your work bag down and fix him with the smile which can’t help rising over your face.
“What’s all this?”
“I couldn’t have my pookie ending their week on a bum note. I co-opted the place for ourselves tonight.”
“And Logan doesn’t care? Al?”
“Out drinking and at bridge, respectively. I’ll let you guess which one’s where.”
The image of your gruffest housemate sitting across from three retirees while playing cards makes you snort, and Wade knows he’s got you.
Now? Now the facemask is smelling the room with soft perfume and you’re swilling your Merlot around in its glass, watching as Wade holds one of your bare feet in his lap and carefully applies red to your nails. There are curlers in your hair but none in his wig, because god knows you refuse to touch that thing any more than you absolutely have to.
“This wine is nice,” you hum, slightly buzzed from the two glasses you’ve already had.
“It’s not, it was ten dollars, but once you’ve had enough you stop noticing that it tastes like ass,” he replies. Yeah, okay, he’s right. You down the rest of it and lean back against the sofa, watching him work as your vision swims a little.
“You’re really good at this,” you hum. Wade doesn’t tear his eyes away from where he’s applying varnish in neat, diligent strokes.
“I can sever a guy’s spine through his first and second lumbar vertebrae from thirty feet away. I’ve got steady hands, babe.” As easily as if he was commenting on the weather he holds up a small tray of press-on decals. “Now, do you want the little apples or the little cherries?”
You snort, gleeful. “Oh my god Wade, did you get those from Claire’s?”
“Yes I did. I went into Claire’s today because I’m confident in my masculinity and it’s a wonderful, joyous place to be.”
“… did Laura go in with you so you wouldn’t feel weird?”
“Yukio. I’m picking the cherries,” he decides with an air of finality. You cradle your woozy head in your arms and sigh, happily.
“I love you, Wade.”
Finally he looks up, his face melting into a smile.
“Yeah, I love you too. Now do you wanna watch Definitely, Maybe or Bridget Jones tonight?”
“Bridget Jones. You get weird when we watch the other one.”
“Heh, yeah,” he agrees.
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so, finally deciding to share this with more people- (how long has this post waited in drafts? for a while for sure-)
Monster4 be upon ye or smth nxhcjcjyd
yes, another AU-
basicaly, the idea is simple..
what if during IGBP the demonic keyboard not only posessed 4, but also corrupted his physical form?
(hchfgg gotta love how i basicaly kinda gave him the Rot, from Rain World-)
(i still haven't figured out how to draw leggies shaped like that, forgive me-)
have some hug art!
also i guess it (the art) partially inspired me to write a fic bit heh
(tags to give this ficlet? content warnings?: hurt/comfort, mentions of body horror? i'm not sure if it's a fitting tag [please let me now if it is or not], smg34, slightly suggestive if you squint i guess, brief thinking about eating someone)
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How long it has been since the It's Gotta Be Perfect incident?
Weeks? Days? Months??
Four didn't bother to count.
All that time blurred into one thing anyways, a period of constant guilt and shame.
He couldn't even look at his reflection anymore.
He was a monster.
Literally.
That cursed keyboard not only took control over him back then, its powers managed to corrupt his physical form.
And it did not fade away, not even after the castle went down.
It hurt like a bitch when his legs deformed, thick tentacles sprouted from his back..
The claws were the least of his concern, unlike those strange cysts with "x"s on their surface.
They invaded most of the left half of his face, he also found out some have grown at the tip of his tail, and on his back..
Not to mention what happened to his-
No, he doesn't want to think about THAT.
The corrupted guardian had isolated himself from everyone, afraid of seeing them look at him in disgust (at least he imagined they would, and he wouldn't blame them..)
A loud growl snapped the youtuber from his thoughts.
He was so hungry.
He was ashamed to admit that his appetite could now rival Mario's(!)
Suddently his good ear registered the sound of approaching footsteps.
Four turned around to see his ex-enemy, partner.. Three.
Oh how nice and plump the guardian in purple looked, imagine just how delicious he'd taste-
WHAT THE-
Smg4 was terrified by himself, how could he have such a thought about his friend?! How disgusting of him..!
The guardian in blue quickly moved away, not wanting to risk him giving in to those thoughts.
His stomach hurt, and he began to feel nauseous.
Three stepped forward to get closer to the other man.
"What's going on dumbass? And don't pretend everything's fine, can't fool our cosmic link." the streamer said, avoiding eye contact. "Not like I care or anything! I just don't want the crew to constantly bother me over this!" a noticable blush formed on his cheeks in the typical Tsundere fashion.
Before Four could reply he got hit with another wave of nausea. Three either noticed or felt that, as it caused him to look back at his partner. "Dude, did you eat some weird mushrooms or something? You look like you're about to puke your guts out-"
The smg in blue chuckled weakly. "Nah, can't get sick from some bad food if you haven't eaten anything to begin with" he attempted to turn this whole situation into a joke. That's what he used to be good at, right? Making people laugh at dumb humor?
Smg3's eyes widen in shock, certainly not finding that amusing at all.
"Four, when was the last time you ate anything..?" He asked, fearing the answer.
The corrupted guardian gulped nervously. "Last time..? I think it was when I locked myself in my room.."
Three sighed in dissapointment, pinching the bridge of his nose, his tail swishing in annoyance.
"Of course... Alright scrub, wait here, I'm getting you some proper meal. And I won't take 'no' for an answer!"
Four only nodded lightly, he didn't plan on leaving anyways.
And so he waited, scrolling through his phone in the meantime.
After a solid while the guardian in purple returned, carrying big bags of food.
Smg4 watched as his partner took all the contents out, setting them down so Four would't have to dig through the bags.
The guardian in blue and white rushed towards the food, soon devouring it like a starving animal. However he did notice Three looking at him with a certain kind of hunger in his eyes.
But it was a brief moment, as Smg3 quickly turned away from him once he saw Four's gaze and picking up a burger for himself.
Once satiated the youtuber sighed in content, laying on his side (as he found it uncomfortable to lay on his back now, due to the tentacles).
Ohh it felt great to have a full stomach like that.
"Four, I.." Three started.
The streamer sat down not far away from his partner. "Look, I know how it feels like to have your body corrupted, mashed with whatever eldrich shit that keybo-" he was suddently cut of by the guardian in blue.
"BUT THIS IS DIFFRENT! YOU ACTUALLY GOT YOUR NORMAL BODY BACK! Meanwhile I'M stuck as this.. abomination!"
Three moved in front of his soulmate, then cupped his(4's) right cheek.
"Four, listen to me. I don't find you disgusting in this form, alright?? You're actually kinda hot- WHO SAID THAT-" The guardian in purple quickly covered his mouth to avoid saying more (TOTALLY UNTRUE) things (he DID NOT!) think about 4!
The corrupted guardian looked at him wide-eyed.
"What I MEANT to say is-! It could have been worse! Like, you didn't become a twig or something-" Smg3 attempted to "correct" himself.
Smg4's body tensed up as he felt arms wrap around him, pulling him into a hug.
The feeling of Smg3's warm body touching his brought him a sense of comfort.
"Four, I... Remember what I said? We're friends.. So what if you look diffrent now? It's not like we never got redesigned! So what if you have those kinda goopy.." Three swallowed hard before continuing "Thick tentacles..? So what if you're.. the way you are now.."
The corrupted guardian felt tears form in his eye.
"I'm not leaving your side, whether you like it or not.." Smg3 said with a fond smile on his face. "And that's a threat!~"
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AHAAA I FINISHED IT WOAHHH i usually don't finish art things omg...
Anyways current sabre design!!! (It will probably change bc I can NEVER make up my mind on any design ever sob)
He's such a goof :3 (IM NEVER DRAWING THAT RAINBOW ELYTRA AGAIN IM CRYING)
Anyways some headcanons below cuz I feel like yapping :3
-rainbow totally would have gotten him and sabre friendship necklaces (yk the matching kind with magnets that come together n all) and after knowing lucas for a bit he woulda made friendship bracelets !!
-like that one person I reblogged said, he's such a mad scientist he's so silly omgg
-i love the reincarnation au SO MUCH its literally fire but in normal headcanons I think he used to be part of the creed and an assasin and ermm
Basically I headcanon his whole assassins creed series was basically his backstory before starting to do research on these 'steve' entities
-when nervous/anxious his footsteps will be completely silent out of habit from the whole assassin thing, and he'd obviously do it when purposefully trying to sneak (he has probably scared rainbow or Lucas multiple times by doing this..)
-I'm not sure weather to headcanon that his wings were damaged by a steve really early on in the steve saga (like before rainbow could speak or maybe when dark was still pretending to be blue) or if it was smth that happened when he was still an assassin but it's one of those!!!
-hes an avian.. heh... if u couldn't tell from the ref sheet.. but NOT a chicken!! The chicken jokes are just bc of the hoodie and bc his feathers look a lil similar :3
-he has like 2 of the same chicken hoodie he'll wear most often but still has some normal outfits AND assassins outfits and weapons he keeps away (most are green or have some sort of green in them heh.. I might draw that later)
-ok ok ok I have so many eye headcanons it's so hrggrrrrh the main one tho is one I snatched from the reincarnation au and that's that he doesn't have eyes!! Bc of an injury or sum and he js says he has sensitive eyes and the bandana fabric is see through up close.. but he can still see bc he's a player and the way players work is weird. Other headcanon, green eyes. Other headcanon, brown eyes. Other headcanon, heterachromia green and brown eyes. Other headcanon pure white eyes. Other headcanon code eyes. Other headcanon (gets hit by a bus)
-if we r going with the reincarnation au for the eyes, I feel like only rainbow and Lucas would know, if we're going with the others, I'd say rainbow, Lucas, Alex, galaxy, and maybe the guardian (I forgot if that's what he was called or not) would know. If we're going with the code eyes, then only lucas would know
-not sabre specifically but I feel like steves in general wouldn't be very used to or know but about blood/gore stuff, bc they're more used to being destroyed/poofing, and later on being destroyed through a machine. Being actually killed by a sword or something of the sort they are not used to seeing, and are very touchy on the subject
-on that note I imagine if there's like a steve that's immune to most or all other steve powers and or machines that they're trying to get rid of and arguing on what to so abt I imagine sabre being like "oh 1 sec I got this" and boom that mf DEAD 😭
-and they'd b like 😰
"Guess we're gonna have to kill this guy sabre" "damn"
-ermmm silly billy activity...
-I feel like he'd know a lot more than the other steves on things like the nether and end (not end city tho that's a whole other mc headcanon I don't feel like yapping abt rn) bc those are the dimensions players have access too and steves usually dont.. so they'd b like "WTF SABRE WHAT R U DOING THAT IS A LITERAL HELLSCAPE WITH LAKES OF FIRE AND MONSTERS WEVE NEVER SEEN BEFORE FYM U CAN GET 'NETHERITE' THERE" and he'd b like "well don't go in the fire then and it anything attacks u kill it ig" (not actually sob.. I feel like only he and Lucas would go there bc most steves r hindered greatly by lava and the only ones we've seen that aren't are bad guys if my memory is correct)
Ermm I have more but I'm eepy and can't remember so those r for another day!!!
Reblogs>likes
Don't post my art to other platforms without my permission pls x3
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*cracks knuckles* Okay folks (@arkaix)
DOAI Possum Ramble 2 Electric Boogaloo: The Office
So basically if you already got what’s to know about the Modern Prometheus AU, then you most likely know about the whole “Lankmann feeling the eyes of the writers of this AU”/“If Pastra isn’t writing this story, then who is?” thing. Well, as shown in the last coupla reblogs of this thread, one idea is that we (the DOAI tumblr fandom) are basically all doing our fandom craziness in some kinda big office setting where we’re able to peer into the AUs we make via eyes, those eyes appearing somewhere in the world when we’re observing.
Cut to like an hour or smth later after @corrupteddoodles and I went ham in dms about worldbuilding >:]
Welcome to the DOAIblr Offices; where your ideas become a reality outside this one™️ (art and caption by @corrupteddoodles )
So basically what’s to know is that the inside of the building itself doesnt really follow the rules of reality all too much, it’s just doing it’s own thing to go along with our own craziness. Each member of DOAIblr has their own hallway of sorts, representing ourselves as creators. Some people’ve already started designing their own hallways!! Each hallway has doors (number of doors varying per person) leading towards different office spaces (which will be talked about a bit more later) representing the AUs we’ve created. If an AU has multiple creators, the door will manifest in several hallways.
The Sitcom AU door is pretty much a wildcard and is basically in everyone’s hallway, as that doesn’t really have a “creator” and is a big hodgepodge of everyone’s ideas and stuff (@purplechaosguardian sparked the original idea for it but being completely honest this au doesnt truly “belong” to one or a few people, it’s kind of a big group effort). It might as well be its own hallway with how absolutely huge it is.
I like to imagine that if an AU isn’t revealed to the public just yet (i.e @blazefirefox ‘s swap au as seen in her hallway), then to anyone who isn’t a creator the door kinda looks like what a door in Encanto looks like before a Madrigal kid gets their gift, if you’ve seen that movie. To a non-creator, it’s basically a regular door radiating with creative energy, if you listen closely you can hear small barely intelligible whispers of lore and ideas. Until it’s revealed to the public, only the creator(s) can see what the door really looks like, and only the creator(s) can get into it.
Getting into the offices themselves, the insides are basically amalgamations of different elements of the AUs themselves, all of them having different sheets inside for character refs and character sheets and lore and etc etc. For some decor examples, the inside of the Williams Foundation AU office would most likely be bathed in green and have various gadgets and etc for sciencey stuff™️. The Ragstra’s Show AU office would most likely resemble the backstage of a theater, with some mannequins/dolls and thread strung about.
What’s important to note is that each and every office has an Orb™️ in the center, representing the AU itself. The orb in the sitcom au basically takes up half the room with how big it is. (One thing to note: the orb for the Modern Prometheus AU starts to crack once Lankmann realizes the 4th wall/the writers)
The orb also acts as a way to “observe” and peer into the AU, said observing being how the eyes manifest into the world of the AU. Of course, the eyes shouldn’t be visible to the characters of the AU. *casually uses this as an opportunity to show off some of my own wip eye designs* *I plan to do more but this is what I did so far lmao*
These are all based on respective sonas/representative ocs ahehe (Idk what color the Tigera eyes would be but the Ark eyes are supposed to be teal lmao I just pulled it from a wip sketch) (Also purplechaosguardian doesnt have a sona iirc so in my mind theyre just Big Fuckin Purple Eyes heh)
Also this isn’t necessarily worldbuilding important but I think it’s fun to note: A potential scenario in the Modern Prometheus AU where someone accidentally no-clips out of the office and into the AU since the fourth wall is already breaking and someone has to come get them so there’s no more existential crises lmao
Aaaaaaaand that’s all I can think of for now!! As you can see we have once again spiralled into infinity with an idea and had a blast with it the whole way through :] 👍 This idea is definitely still in development and open to all to add ideas to, of course, as has been this whole thing for a while hehe <3 The possum is done with it’s screaming for now and shall be here if you need it again later o7
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Hey so i hope this isn't weird? But I was wondering if there were ever any book passages or whatever that describe what Fritz looked like? Hair colour, eye colour, height or whatever haha.
And are there any tellings of him fighting in the wars or getting wounded or smth? Because I've heard he was supposed to fight in the front lines often, but I can't find a source for that.
Sorry, if this is bothering you or you don't have the time to look for this stuff. Hope you have a great day!!
Hey there! Dude, I've been asked about Fritz's asshole. You asking about his physical appearance is like a breath of fresh air. We also do have evidence of him fighting in wars and being shot at, but we'll get to all that (with sources) in a moment! First, the poncy boy face! Under a cut because heh, it got long (again)
Walk, Walk Fashion Baby:
As I don't know what exact period of his life you want to work with, I'm going to give you as much as I can for what he looked like at varying points. Obviously somethings don't change but in the interest of transparency, accuracy, and other important bullshit I'll try to cover everything. If I miss something, I encourage those also in the know to provide their own additions!
While Fritz favored French clothes in his youth, he practically stopped wearing them once he ascended to the throne. It was only on special occasions he would trot out the fancy stuff (so a couple times a year max); the rest of all time he'd be wearing the military uniform you see every portrait of him in (I believe every biography I've read has touched on this but credit to Blanning, Asprey, MacDonogh, Ritter, Carlyle, and whoever writes the next one <3)
For his height, MacDonogh places him at 5'2/1.60m(Frederick the Great, 133)
We get a more holistic picture of his appearance from the Comte de Guibert and his Observations. He describes Fritz as "stoop[ing] much' and 'short-sighted, [though] his fine blue eyes are full of vivacity and fire." He also remarks that his clothes are "commonly old and shabby" with the only mark of distinction being the Order of the Black Eagle on his breast. We don't get a color for his hair, but it is described as "always cued and carelessly twisted into a single buckle at the sides." Guibert, and many many other sources, comment on his frequent snuff-usage, with a snuff box always on his person (5-6, read it for yourself here).
From Bielfeld we do get his hair color though! Light brown. When it wasn't curled, it was tied back in a pig tail (he's just like me fr) (MacDonogh, 133).
For post-Seven Year's War, we turn to Carlyle now! His clothing is now described as likely to be stained with a "good deal of Spanish snuff." He lacks a "godlike physiognomy" with his "close-shut mouth with thin lips, prominent jaws and nose, receding brow, by no means of Olympian height [ed note: unprovoked?!]." His blue eyes have now dimmed to a grey. We're going to be here awhile, eviscerating an old man. Get out the Chicago style, big boy quote:
Not what is called a beautiful man; nor yet, by all appearance, what is called happy. On the contrary, the face bears evidence of many sorrows...of much hard labour done in this world; and seems to anticipate nothing but more still coming. Quiet stoicism, capable enough of what joy there were, but not expecting any worth mention; great unconscious and some conscious pride, well tempered with a cheery mockery of humour, --- are written on that old face; which carries its chin well forward, in spite of the slight stoop about the neck; snuffy nose rather flung into the air, under its old cocked-hate, ---like an old snuffy lion on the watch; and such a pair of eyes as no man or lion or lynx of the Century bore elsewhere. (Carlyle's Frederick the Great, 319-20).
For Old Man Fritz, we're fortunate enough that his death mask survives. It's the closest we'll ever come to knowing what he truly looked like (there's a few Pesne portraits he sat for, but royal portraiture is often a game of flattery). The only other way we'd know would be to, say, open his coffin and get a look at the old bones. Which Friedrich Wilhelm Fuerst von Hohenzollern did! He remarked upon the corpse's "aquiline jaw and prominent upper lip. His hair was 'ash grey' ...He was wearing a faded blue uniform tunic with red facings, black breeches and natural coloured leather boots, which covored his knees. ...What Prince Hohenzollern found most remarkable, however, was the corpse's likeness to the drawings and paintings of Adolph Menzel" (MacDonogh, 8; I can't help that this guy has the best index for 'getting asked random tumblr questions').
Austrians Shot the Sheriff:
(and they kept killing the deputies)
So, yeah, Fritz did fight in his own wars and is considered the last king in Europe to have done so. For all three Silesian Wars and the War of Bavarian Succession, he was campaigning at the same time and in much the same way (trains of books, dogs, and other can't-live-without luxuries not withstanding) as his men. It took him sometime to get his sea legs, so to speak. While the Mollwitz wound up being a win for the Prussian army as a whole, it was a personal embarrassment for Frederick. Before the battle, he wrote to friends and family accepting that his death was one possible outcome: "You know the fortunes of war, which respect the life of a king no more than that of a commoner. I don't know what will happen to me. If my time is up, remember a friend who loves you tenderly" (Asprey, 195). At the battle, he was noted for "leading by example, exposing himself to almost certain death" while rallying his troops. To his side, his cousin's head is exploded off by cannon fire (201). When another soldier intercepts a blow meant for Frederick, at Schwerin's suggestion Frederick hands over command and flees the battle. It's the last time he, personally, ever flees from battle (tactical retreats are another matter).
There were plots to kidnap him while on campaign. While these never came to fruition, they do demonstrate the vulnerable position he was putting himself in. The best example comes from Kunersdorf, the worst battle of Fritz's career and just an all-around shit show. But we're not getting into failed battle tactics and which flank fell apart (and please don't ask me that, I'll just parrot back whatever Asprey and Showalter have to say). Let's get the words straight from the horses mouth. Fritz, darling, tell us how one of the worst days of your life went:
I rallied them three times; at last I thought I would be captured and was obliged to yield the field of battle. My coat is riddled with bulletholes, two horses were killed under me, my misfortune is to still be alive. ...At this moment everyone is running away and I am no longer master of my own people...This is a cruel reverse which I shall not survive...I have no more resources, and to tell the truth I believe everything is lost...Goodbye forever (Asprey, 520).
Anyways, I hope this answered your question well enough! Fritz fought his own battles, dodged some bullets, and all while being a shriveled up husk of a man (to paraphrase Carlyle)
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[CINDERELLA BOY BEACH BOY ARC SPOILERS !!!!!]
(Pls turn away if you havent read the recent beachboy arc (ep 31))
A little self indulgent fic/prediction i think will happen in the next episode
Now i dont usually write fics like this and preffer to illustrate more but if i illustrate this whole thing its gona take a whole while so :,))
Anyways its sort of my first time posting a short fic like this, i didnt really have a structure or anything so pls go easy on me :,)
(though constructive critiscm is welcomed)
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They were getting along just fine before so why did things have to end up this way?
Maybe Buddy was right- maybe he was too innocent and trusting
But he really did want to give Buddy a chance. But he definitely blew it.
That jerk.
He really thinks he can act all smug after doing that saying "he taught him a lesson". Heh maybe that kick will teach *him* a lesson.
This story will end soon anyway when Deacon gets here. Hah wonder if he can even leave Buddy on the island alone. Thats what he gets for betraying his trust-
Yet- that face Buddy had- maybe he actually regrets it?
What if he's being forced by the ex libris to do this?
Oh well doesn't matter
Its not his problem-
He has his own problems to worry about-
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Wonder when Deacon will come? And wonder how he's holding up? Probably better than Chase is doing at the moment..
Chase laid his face on his palm as the tropical island breeze and gentle sway of the waves soothed his heart a bit. His eyes felt dry after all the crying, not only is he going to come to Deacon with a scarred face, but also a puffed up one.
That'll be embarassing. This is all Buddy's fault..
Speaking of Buddy for some reason Chase swore he saw something move just now. Oh no not him again.
With his voice a bit shaky he answered with a crack in his voice "What the heck do you want now? ...jerk."
Buddy just stood there still with the spear in his hand. His bangs slightly concealed his eyes but it wasnt too hard to figure out the grim expression on his face.
Then he got closer to Chase raising his spear.
"H-hey!! Dont you think you damaged my skin enough?! Back off Buddy!" (Do you want another kick to your face or wha 💀)
With no time to run all he could do is shield himself with his arms and close his eyes.
*Thunk*
"Huh?" He felt around and didnt feel like he got stabbed anywhere... then..?
"Here."
He saw green but then his vision focused. Buddy was quite literally shoving a coconut in his face.
"... you can have it.. if you want." He said in a quiet subtle tone. Looking away, as if a child was trying to give some sort of "apology gift".
Chase looked at Buddy with wide eyes, bewildered at the goth's actions once again.
As much as he wanted to deny the coconut from this jerk. He just cant pass up the oppurtunity for a free, finally opened coconut he's been trying to get all this time.
"....thanks" Chase takes the coconut from his hands.
And Buddy hesitantly sits next to him.
"Dont think a coconut can fix the scar on my face you know?" He said in an angry tone
"You know when you get out of the books the scar wont be there anymore right?"
"Yeah but it still hurts you jerk!"
Then there was silence between the two again. Chase angrily but obviously enjoying his coconut.
Then Buddy says something about his lore and it goes on from there jdbdjdbdj
Ok thats all the predictions i have for now 😭 i dont think im gona finish this unless i get more ideas or smth 😭
But tysm for reading till the end! Jsbdj hope you guys enjoyed this lil thing i did
Dunno if im gona do more of these but who knows- ill most likely do more drawings though-
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Tagged by @paleasamoon (hi tex i love you tex sorry this took a year) (HEH. get it. cus you tagged me last year. heh.)
Last song: just putting on yt music as im reading manga and talking to muwi, and now its playing burn for you, from the bridgerton musical! (i don't know watch or follow it) (it's just a nice song) but i'd also like to recommend this song
Favourite colour: YELLOW!!!! 💛💛💛💛💛💛
Currently watching: my computer screen writing this up
Last movie / TV show: skip to loafer! i was screaming with muwi the entire time bc the story was so sweet and healing and everyone is so sympathetic and cute and we kept being like AAAAAAAAAA I LOVE WOMEN FRIENDSHIPS SO MUCHHHHHH
Spicy/savoury/sweet: sweet! if i could choose a combo, i like savoury-sweet. i like spice but only if i like the flavour! i'm not keen on the actual pain sensation of spice!!
Last thing I googled: hummmm i don't remember... i think a marinade recipe i made yesterday night? i made a korean base marinade for some lamb chops!! i cooked them today and invited my sister to eat with us, it was rlly yummy!
Relationship status: single! waves my aroace flag!!! i'm curious about how it feels to be in a relationship but it's not smth i try to actualize LOL i'm content w reading my shoujosei man-ga/hwa/huas <33
Current obsession: idk if i could call them obsessions yet but right now i'm really invested in sousou no frieren (anime only, havent caught up to the manga), skip to loafer (same there), and i'm looking for more wholesome healing stories. although now that i'm going through my reading lists for stories i've dropped, i'm laughing at them fjaksfjkasfj
(i promise this one has proper context bc i usually like pacifist mcs just bc i like politics and connection seeking to be based on a foundation of empathy and kindness. but this one was just so stupid and just a way to establish how good the mc was to the point that i couldn't get immersed in the story bc it was that nonsensical and i wanted to die)
i'm typically fine w mary sues / jane(?) FLs and i even tend to be biased for them just bc there's a lot of misogyny about the subject matter, so i normally don't bat an eye unless it's a writing choice i find unsuitable / doesn't fulfill the potential it could've achieved with an interesting plot.
(btw the context is that the first screenie which this rant also applies to was when some guy caught the baddies and the FL is like "No let's reward them for trying to kill us. they're just misunderstood!! i bet if we try really hard we can all get along!!")
but! i only really like it when it actually does something useful, like thematically or symbolically. like tohru's innate goodness for furuba inline with the sohma's family curse and mitsumi's unending positivity and earnestness that helps the people around her heal from emotional wounds. not that they're mary sues in any way, but since people understand mary sues as "female protagonists who can do no wrong and will be liked no matter what" (even thought their psychology and personality is just genuinely likeable), i think it makes my point clear. there's a way to write a character who is Good and Kind without cheapening them to a naivete that at best, makes the mc pitiable, or worst, is treated like the mc's totally unique worldview of "lets be nice to people and never hurt anyone ever :)" is the end all be all of the story and the solution to the plot. kindness and empathy is a coiled spring that projects you forward, a motivator. it's how you guide your hand and where it goes, not that the hand is never raised. i don't agree that cowardice towards change and the potential promise of conflict is any kind of wisdom >:T plus it kinda puts the shame to the idea of kindness as a legitimate basis for political strategy, and that leads to some set up for a lot of zero sum games i don't care for in this specific story. there is a good story where each character is trying to one up each other politically, psychologically, at all times, but this is not that story and so the tone feels very off kilter.
but yeah!! sometimes a character is just OP and the story is not even having fun with it (aka its not satire or irony), which makes me think they want to take it seriously. and my serious thoughts was that it sucked.
(i just realised this also applies to the first screenie LMFAO it just loops back huh!!)
not gonna comment about the others bc i think they speak for themselves <33 but also the first one of these three is fucked up in the sense that i dont even get where they're going w the story. its a revenge story and the FL uses the ML from childhood to achieve her revenge, but then suddenly when he's an adult she has Feelings for Him and now im like.... okay....? belief no longer suspended. beliefs are like those garter straps that snapped. my socks are like my beliefs. fallen to my feet. they are no longer suspended.
sorry that got off track </33 i enjoy looking into why i dont like things, im in this stage of life where i realise i actually have specific ass tastes!! i always have, but i just realised it very recently a few years back fjskfjskjf
People I'd like to know better (i also wanna include some mutuals who i haven't talked to but i like to see on my dash):
@snickerdoodlles
@fflewddurfflam7
@00uroboros
@perpetualstateofcrying
@pirate-with-internet-connection
💛🐢😤💪
#yuu rambles#thank you tex and this was rlly long sorry before i realised i've spent like 20 mins writing my rant about idealism JFAKSJFKASFJ#<3333
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another year another silan portrait babey.... a few days late this time but we still ballin'
i've been very into manga cover design lately (studying them, making my own, etc) so it only felt right to incorporate that into this year's portrait, right? and go way overboard designing the entire front, back and spine including a blurb and barcodes and retail/publishing info, right?? and then go all in on making a matching japanese version with its own alternative blurb and barcode area bc u can't have one without the other, right?? obviously!!!!
like i said i've been really into manga design-
thoughts & details belooow
funnily enough this ended up being an actual portrait again after i did away with them in favor of illustrations in recent years, but ig it's fitting since this is the 10th one, right? (more on that later i wrote this out of order-) a callback to the first one all those years ago... the other reason it's a portrait is bc art has been fighting back lately and a full illustration probably would have been a lot; most importantly tho i just thought this composition would make for a cool dramatic manga cover heh heh
anyway bro the impossible happened i fully rendered flowers AND completed the portrait this year hello??? this has never happened since the v first year wait i just checked it happened in 2019 too this has not happened since 2019 wowie!!!! i put my whole ass into those flowers pls observe them (except the tall purple ones don't look too closely at those. look at the pansies they're my fave ♥️)
this year we have morning glories taking center stage, surrounded by pansies, forget-me-nots, some kind of nondescript purple perennial or perhaps lavender, and some kind of pink blossom (idk that one was just a space filler). don't ask abt the random petals on his mouth & collarbone uhh theres some kind of flowering tree growing just offscreen it's possible
anyway the morning glories are significant bc they represent sythra, silan's twin sister; in my mind her colors are blue & yellow and it seemed like such a good fit, so i'm officially adding it to the Flower Lore (there is no flower lore)
there is, however, Twin Lore; silan's eyes are brown and sythra's are blue, but when they're telepathically linked their left eyes exchange color (so silan's becomes blue & vice versa). the flowers here are meant to represent that, like sythra isn't here but at the same time silan carries her with him wherever he goes... smth like that
the plot described in the blurb is like, sort of what happens but i simplified things for the sake of a neat little fake manga blurb. nobody asked me to do this yet here we are. if i were being realistic abt it this would probs be like vol 2 BUT i made it the 10th volume bc this is?? the 10th silan portrait??? i did the first one in 2014?? hello??? time is fake (my hc is that it's a slice of life club manga about flower pressing for the first 9 volumes but it pivots hard in vol 10 bc the author got so sick of drawing flowers no i am not projecting-)
now regarding the japanese version: i tried my best*
*(if u or a loved one know japanese ur not allowed to make fun of me ok orz i used 姉妹 bc theres no way for silan & sythra to know who's the older twin & idk what u would do in that situation like do u just pick one & go w it or is there another hierarchy-neutral word for sister, 姉妹 is the best i can do w my limited knowledge and even then it probably just sounds like silan is having twin girls which like good for him but even so if i sound like a dork keep it to urself ok but actually do tell me if u know bc i would like to Learn ik this is probably the least of my worries when it comes to that entire paragraph but rn we are just going to focus on the issues i know about and pretend that everything else is fine as is ok thank u for ur time & have a lovely day ur a star ⭐️)
misc fun facts aka u learn how unhinged i was abt this:
the title is May 16th bc that's just what silan's story has always been called. luckily i have that up my sleeve or i'd have had to come up w smth out of my ass like The Silan Portrait or some shit
the author and publishing company are both called astralibrary yes that's me (it has a nice ring to it as a manga publisher name don't u think). i made up the logo on the spot it's my best work. especially the one in the bottom right of the japanese bar code area where i just typed the name and put a star next to it bc that makes it look professional somehow
i stole borrowed the barcodes from existing manga i have good pics of (bc i have an entire folder in my gallery dedicated to manga covers & jpn typography, unrelated); the english one is hanako-kun vol 4, and the japanese one is after the rain vol 10. i changed all the numerical codes tho (variations on the date 5/16 repeating)
i made up the english prices but i picked ¥640 specifically bc that's the price of the natsuyuu volumes i have in my manga covers folder, my only possible point of reference,
rated teen even tho in my mind it'd be targeted more towards young adults; it doesn't have anything in it that would warrant a mature rating but it does feel strange to categorize it in this way even knowing these ratings don't necessarily dictate the target audience
i thought about messing around w the design of the japanese version more to reflect some of the design sensibilities i've observed in japanese manga, like different placement of the text on the cover or a different spine entirely (since they tend to differ a lot between jpn and eng versions)- i even thought about trying to design an obi (long strip of paper that wraps all the way around the bottom portion of the book, usually has announcements & promotional stuff on it), but that is a whole ass project for another day i think this'll do just fine for now skdjlfkdg
and there u have it, thank u for reading my yearly essay abt drawing i did! sometimes u need to go aaaaaa about smth u drew and that's ok 👌
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edit: oh yea i forgor i should write transcriptions of the blurbs here we go
ENGLISH
Alone with his thoughts? Not necessarily...
Silan has finally discovered the source of the mysterious voice in his head- the long lost twin sister he never knew he had...?! She calls herself Sythra and she has a serious grudge against him- but they need each other in order to uncover the hidden truths about their past.
Why didn't they know about each other? How were they separated? Why can they hear each other's thoughts?
And... What else don't they know?
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JAPANESE
双子の姉妹がいる⁉︎
サイランは頭の中の声の衝撃的な正体を知るーーどうやら双子の姉妹がいるらしい⁉︎しかも、なぜか嫌われているようで…頑張れ、サイラン!
どういうわけか、この二人は謎に満ちた過去の答えを一緒に見つけるでしょう。
なぜお互いのことを知らなかったのか?どのようにして離れ離れになったのか?なぜお互いの考えを聞くことができるのか?そして…他に知らないことは…?
待望の第10巻がついに登場!
INTENDED TRANSLATION:
I have a twin sister?!
Silan learns the shocking identity of the voice inside his head- apparently he has a twin sister?! And what's more, for some reason she seems to hate him... Hang in there, Silan!
Somehow, these two will find the answers to their mysterious past together.
Why didn't they know about each other? How did they get separated? Why can they hear each other's thoughts?And...what else do they not know...?
The long-awaited 10th volume is finally here!
#body horror#eye horror#rieley draws#digital#original#fake manga#ocs#silan portrait#silan scott#may 16th#i'd been binge reading nozaki kun before working on this#and all i could think while doing the flowers was god i wish mikoshiba was here to draw these for me kgjlsdksldkj#i know he doesn't do color but even just sketching them out would be enough o)-<#spent the whole time trying to channel his power.... king uses reference so at least i'm on the right track#(also idk why tunglr is inexplicably washing out the color slightly on the first image but it is annoying that's for sure!#completely inconsequential for viewers but utterly fatal to the artist OTL)
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Alright bisch , im doing this
*slams my resume on your desk
K so Hi! I'm Noodles as you know by now and I go by she/they . Currently unemployed and finishing school and 18 years old.
Appearance wise I'm pretty lanky and tall(5'11) with short grey hair and blue eyes. I wear shit ton of hoodies and casual clothes that are more practical than for looks. (Side effect is I have always smth in my pockets like pens or money or gum, it's like Blackhole)
This feels weird talking about personality but hey whatever dhdh. I'm clearly an introvert but surprisingly I can thrive in social events too. I can easily talk to strangers and I would say even charm them if I put my mind to it , it just simply has a limit and after a while I fizzle out and feel like not talking. I like to give people things and help in any way, it brings me more joy than anything which translates into not handling affection well. I'm pretty chill and laid back compared to some people , I don't involve myself into dramas or issues since I prefer to watch afar. Even though I secretly might wanna punch some people who can't take the hint.(Violence is the answer sometimes kids) It's surprising how chill and unbothered I am but when shit goes down and I'm fed up I take the reigns and tell people what to do cause they're indecisive morons. It's not often but it fills me with pride when I can take the lead like this and people believe in me to be leader.
(I did the test but it's confusing a bit? If u know the other personality test I'm an INFP but thats a bit old now)
Some of my hobbies include drawing a shit ton of small doodles but never having the patience to stick with one piece too long. Piloting I would also consider a hobby , and reading and playing video games too in spare time. But lately taking walks has taken a big part in my life I have come to enjoy them too. I do bite my nails a lot unfortunately, old habit eeee
Likes and dislikes sheesh okay uh. I like people who don't lie about their feelings. Hate lies with passion. Those small white lies don't bother me but stuff like hiding your feelings and lying to another person's face whenever u like em or not makes my blood boil. I hate blueberries, lavender and coconut , Oblivious people and of course The current capitalistic system .
I like rats , snakes , birds ,cats and dogs of course . Creating anything brings me joy, whenever it be art , writing or even just ideas. My hands need to keep doing smth and creating is one way to do it. I also like winter and cold somehow , better than heat for sure
(U can go nsfw too but Its not a requirement btw heh)
(And for characters not to match with I don't think I'm comfy with mori much or nikolai sorryy)
Thank you for doing this event hon, and thank you for letting me participate , lov uuuuuuu
⚞ noodles x chuuya ⚟
⋆ ok first of all i know you dont like pink but i think its cute so suck it up
⋆ second of all. i rly wanted to be more creative and give you someone not super obvious but chuuya just works so well like that is ur man
⋆ third of all you will always be shipped with me above anyone else ok u know this
⋆ he is so fucking. gender. and sexy we discuss this often
⋆ above all else you are a fucking people pleaser even to ur own detriment dkfjdkjdf and i truly think chuuya is among the few people who wouldn't abuse this. he'd entertain you because he knows its fulfilling for you, but make sure you arent running yourself dry
⋆ he would indulge in your praise kink at every turn. not even just sexually although he def would be telling you (depending on position/situation) how sexy you look or how good you're being or how good ur fucking him
↣ in everyday life too! how much he appreciates you and how thankful he is for u. behind closed doors this man is so fucking soft no matter how steely he acts in front of others.
⋆ chuuya will so let you peg him in fact he will request this
⋆ chuuya is also not a liar (irl, probably lies his ass off to PM ppl) and really wants someone who he can trust to always be honest with him, because he def has trust issues.
⋆ he will not hide his feelings either. again he probably has a good ass poker face just bc . pm exec and all that but he will always be so straightforward because that's just how he is. you'd never have to worry about him stewing silently or secretly being pissed off
⋆ it irks him so bad how much taller you are but he tries to not let it get to him too bad dkfkdjkjfkj
⋆ "violence is sometimes the answer kids" i am 100% positive he has said that before at some point in his life
↣ he'd be a horrible enabler tho like you'd be ranting how much you want to kill a peer/coworker and he'd be like fucking do it. whats stopping you and ur like PRISON IS ??????
⋆ he's the same when it comes to avoiding unnecessary drama. he thinks it's dumb as fuck and has absolutely no interest in getting involved. but he does like shit talking with you at home fjkdfkjdfj or going on rants abt how much he fucking hates dazai and ur sitting on the couch as he paces around the room like. uh huh yes honey for sure
⋆ you'd def always be drawing or doodling sketches of him and the paper ones he'd keep all of them and store them bc he finds it so endearing
⋆ chuuya is the same exact way when it comes to an introvert that's able to be charming as fuck. like you'd be able to attend dinners or parties or whatever and charm everyone there but you leave after like an hour fkdfkdkjfdjk and then sit in silence on the couch watching tv to recharge
⋆ i dont think he'd be great about letting you be the leader/taking the reigns in situatiions honestly but you'd also completely trust him to not be a fucking idiot and trust his decisions so does it rly matter
⋆ why do you hate lavender. i love lavender. chuuya probably loves lavender
⋆ your ability to stay unbothered would be really good for him and his incredibly short (like him) temper. you'd be like the only person who could calm him down and get him to chill the fuck out literally please do this my guy is so high strung sometimes
⋆ he'd absolutely fucking obliterate your ass in any video games
⋆ power couple. can i be the third pls
⋆ IM SORRY I JUST CANT DO NSFW ABT YOU WITH ANYONE ELSE EVEN IF ITS FICTIONAL FJDJFJDF
⋆ love u
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12/10 11:52PM
today was very weird for me. i mean i get manic often but not like this. my eyes have never been so dilated from being manic. but when im manic i always try to take advantage of it and do what ive been putting off. i was on my phone til around 2am, then i started manic cleaning my room til 9am. my room wasnt very messy to begin with, but with my autism, cleaning is SO overwhelming. it could be the easiest job for someone to do but just the site of my messy room and knowing i was going to try to clean it would put me on the verge of tears. ffs i paced around my room for a good 5 minutes with a shoe almost crying not knowing where to put it. i tried on almost every article of clothing i own while cleaning my room, and i had to just try everything i found in my room. such as perfume, makeup, video games i lost, whatever. it took me hours to clean because my brain is so stupid.
my mom called me and told me she had forgotten her vape at her house before leaving for work so she asked if i could bring it to her and she would give me some gas money. so i did that and my dad had also given me some money so i bought gas and a hair straightener, i cut my bangs yesterday so i need to straighten them to look good. on my way home from that i got that god complex and decided im over my ex.
my friend picked me up and i went out of town with her, her friend, and 2 of our guy friends. we went to the hotsprings and it was amazing. it was snowing but we were warm. i live in a v small town so theres no fast food so we also got some mcdonalds. her friend was very nice, she sat next to me the whole way i mean there was 5 of us in that tiny car so there wasnt much room but we were talking the whole way and shes rlly cool.
then i got home and ate dinner with my family and my sister and her boyfriend came over so that was nice.
my dad bought a fake christmas tree this year, its white and it has lights attached to it so i set that up on the table. its a small one. we have to have it up because we have 8 wiener dogs who r very annoying and they like to ruin everything. theyre so cute so its fine but jfc.
this time of year is sad for me, just like a lot of people. but its hard for me because i feel like nothing will ever be the same. im not wrong there, i mean last year i was probably wrapped up with my ex in his bed and feeling complete bliss. but now i am in my bed, writing about my day on tumblr. oh how the tables turn. nor will anyone read this im sure. this is mainly for me tbh, but it would be cool if someone gaf enough to read this shit. not like my lift is crazy, im just a alcoholic teenager going through a breakup. boohoo.
now i am on the phone with this boy. hes nice, i met him back in 2020 but we stopped talking for a while. last night while we were on call, i asked if we could play fortnite but i said it in some sort of pouty voice so he said “heh. youre cute”. does that mean he likes me? i mean i cant get in a relationship or anything. i need to work on myself or smth but i used to like him a lot and i like him now too. its just different now because of my trauma and im scared. but he is really nice.
anyways if u read this far, i love you.
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i bet everything i own that if i push the look button max is gonna say smth quirky and funny— wait no. we cant look at anything… UNCOMMON DE WIN
nope nvm she looked at thefucking santa hat NEVERMIND. and the table sign… and. a bunch else. okay…..
still soso cuirous bout rhe polaroids
literally just watched safi tell her to pull the trigger and is still absolutely fine with her.. okay
LORETTA!!!!!!<3
OH SHIT YAY i was hoping wed get a “max fucks up timelines” moment :3
loretta y r u like rhis… freak<3
the talk to the future/past thing is so much cooler now considering
not even an animation for the “change his grade” thing??
SORRY PLANT I JUST DIDNT WANNA RISK GWEN FIGURING OUT I WAS THERE
gwen hates max in my play through so much 😭
oh straight up? nice
“whyd u do it” “IT WAS HARD AND I DONT REGRET IT”
safi…. safi im so curious
MAYA MENTION MAYA MENTION MAYA MENTION
amberprice vibes? parallels i guess?
so clearly the call was safi learning the book was cancelled
max never fucking stops 😭😭
people who want to romance gwen r projecting themselves WAY too much into maxs place,,, maybe its just me but this is like. exhausted parent and rebellious teenager 4 lack of better words
NO RECORDS OF ALDERMAN??? this is so cool
oh hey firewalk poster in gwens office
stop mentioning explosive shit ur scaring me
THE RINGING IS SO ANNOYINGGGGRGEFFEFEF
oh???????? timeline fuckery???????? i dont think shes lying she looks way too chill.
“everyone seems to have a different opinion of Maya” I AM FED UP WITH THE RACHEL PARALLELS!!!!!!!!!! WHERE IS THIS GOING 💥💥💥💥💥
“because she (safi) trusts you. and i (yasmin) trust you.” staring staring staring. something something ‘pull the trigger.’
I DONT WANNNA TALK TO VINH OH MY GO
me and all the homies (except ky) HATE VINH
AMANDA JUMPSCARE HOLY SHIT like that genuinely startled me. just seeing her stand in the corner like that LMFAO
MAYAS WAS A STUDENT?????????? I TAKE BACK EVERY AMBERPRICE STATEMENT MY BAD MY BAD
im trying so hard to care about the npc sideplotlines. would be easier if i could engage in the conversation.
STOP BEING FLIRTY I DO NOT CONSENT‼️‼️
OH! DIAMOND AND MOSES.. or just diamond?
the audios weird again
the chapters feel so much longer… but that may just be bc i dont know what to expect next unlike previous games.
oh. damn. i liked lucas,, idk whether to trust vinh but. idk.
hell yea not cashing in on the favor he owes me
safis like a force of nature when shes angry. this reminds me of no one.
ugh i guess i dont totally hate vinh
HELP MAX I WAS JUST ABOUT SAY— not another pedo teacher please 🙏
wow <3 love this photo of lucass family. definitely not a pitch black screen for some reason.
OF COURSE THATS WHERE THE FUCKING THING TO PROGRESS THE STORY WAS
OH SHIR HES A THEIF
i like that DE has more achievements other than the collectibles
SAFI TIME
these chapters are SO LONG
“safi, hey!” said too casually
dude im scared of safi now
WHATS GOING ON?! IM SCARED!!! /reference
maxs number 1 talent is pissing off pretty women
MAX PRE DE POST HELL WEEK LORE
THE CHLOE SHIT IS GONNA MAKE ME GO INSANE. WDYM U WERE ALONE FOR SO LONG. WDYM CHLOE IS PROBABLY PARTYING. WHAT DO YOU MEAN CHLOE WOULD PICK UP FOR YOU BUT IT ISNT HER JOB TO YAKE CARE OF YOU. YOURE GOING THROUGH HORRIBLE TRAUMATIC SHIR LITERALLY CALL HER
UGHGSGEGFFRGGEGGEGGRGFFAHHHHHHH
OH WAIT LETS FUCKING GO— max makes a parallel comment on lucas and jefferson i knew it was real
“heh…. thats the reaction im expecting at this point……” max shouldve been a teen on 2020 tiktok
ARO DIAMOND????? 😻😻😻😻😻😻😻
i cant play this all night when does this chapter end?
so were calling polaroid max alternate max
safi vague vent posting LMFAO
max messing up timelines 😻
lowkey getting annoyed amanda’s One reaction to anything sad max says is “LOL EMO i refuse to respond seriously” it’s nitpicky
also the audio is weird again,,, WAY too loud music rn
“bitch shut ur dumb eyes!” same vibes as when someone tries to do the “be mean to friend jokingly and everyone finds it funny” way too early on in the friendship. clearly max doesnt think so tho so.
this reminds me of that one moment in the tlou dlc
this is not fun,,,,,,,,,, classic LIS dance scene tho! cant live without it
AYYYYY LETS THRASH SHAKABRAH MOMENT
ugh that wasnt fun but it was kinda cute + necessary LIS dance scene + max is happier now
PH THE BG MUSIC IS GOOD NOW?????? HOLY SHIT ITS LIKE. BTS LEVELS OF GOOD
oh yay amandas finally giving max a normal response
“why are you so nice to me?” MAX GUILT AND TRAUMA MAX GUILT AND TRAUMA
“shit,,, im doing it again” LITERALLY WHAT AMANDA. WHAT. LITERALLY WHAT.
“my therapist says i latch onto people too quickly…” SHUT UPPPPP FUCK OFF
okay sorry i officially dont like amanda. reminds me of way too many annoying people i know
“please dont vs that would be hot” 😕😕😕😕😕
when max acts cringy its okay bc its max but when AMANDA ACTS LIKE A NICE GUY ITS SO ANNOYING
I LITERALLY SAID SHE ISNR MY TYPE AND ITS A FRIEND THING STOP SHOVING HER AT ME— AT LEAST VINH IS RELATED TO THE PLOT.
“heh… i guess i just have a thing for emotionally unavailable women” FUCK OFFF I THOUGHT YOU SAID YOU WERE ALL ABOUT BOUNDARIES
“but dw you didnt feel the same way and i respect that” CLEARLY NOT???
okay the gwen is hot joke is actually kinda funny
whateva whateva idec
i wanted to like amanda so much but i CANT
oh hey trauma and guilt again 😻😻😻😻😻😻😻😻😻😻😻😻😻😻😻😻😻😻😻😻😻😻
max was so excited to see safi too </3
MAX STOP FLIRTING WITH PEOPLE I DO NOT CONSENT /joke
“safi was obsessed with you” SAFI LORE GO ON PLEASE
anybody else waiting for More rachel mentions
stop making me not hate you vinh… this chapter has reversed me— like vinh hate amanda now
WHY ARE WE SMASHING OR PASSING STOP IT STOP IT IM TOO AROACE I DONT LIKE THIS GAME STOPPPPPPP
say safi so i can say smash
“my students are off limits” THANK GOD i was so scared they were gonna be dumb tbh
VINH BACK OFF NOW— BEAR SPRAY GO
OH FUCK OFF IM NOT KISSING HIM— NOT NOW OF ALL TIMES
“dont take this the wrong way—“ TAKE IT. TAKE IT THE WRONG WAY
please tell me were at the end please please please
YEAH I AM ROMANTICALLY DISENTANGLED THANKS FOR NOTICING— although thats. an odd achievement. but i can support an achievement that encourages you to not gaf about romance for two seconds.
SCARY TF
max canNOT get a break
close the door damn
WHAT RHE SHIT
WHATS GOING ON?!?!? IM SCARED!!!!! /ref
THEY WENT INTO THE DARK ROOM??? FUCK OFF
kitty!
OH HEY I REMEMBER— THE HOUSE BREAK INS THEY MENTIONED EVERY OTHER MINUTE
WHAT RHE FUCK WHAT RHE TUCK EHAT THE FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK
THATS SAFI IM CALLING IT— JK I DONT ACTUALLY KNOW? NO SHOT THATS ACTUALLY MAX?
THIS IS COOL AS FUCK DUDE
OH WAIT OR? MAYA? EITHER WAY THIS IS NOT MAX SHES ACTING WEIRD AF
NOT MAX THAT IS NOT MAX
OH MY GOD LITERALLY WHO ARE YOU
JESUS CHRISTTT
THATS WHAT??? CHLOE CALLED HER????????? SUPERMAX??????
OKAY SO. WHATEVER. WE WERE RIGHT. BUT NO NEED FOR HER TO HAVE CALLED HER SUPERMAX
WHAT RHE FUCK EVER
so!!!! that was fun!!!!!!!! ill collect my thoughts!!!!!! soon!!!!!!!!!!!!!
CHAT I AM SO EXCITED AND DREADFUL
#you can see ive changed tactics for rhe live blogging#lis de spoilers#lis double exposure spoilers#we were right!
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Do you write yandere? If so, can I request skz yandere headcanons on how they would react when S/O rejects them because she doesn't wanna deal with whole drama that would come with dating an idol?
i mean kinda?? i have a seungmin yandere fic in my drafts sooo BUT YEAH
oh also, requests are not open but im just gonna do this one cause headcanons are kinda fun BUT REQUESTS ARE CLOSED <33
also why is the felix one so short-
Warnings; yandere!skz, rejection, k-dnapping, slight gaslightning or like manipulation, restraints, threats, aggression, mentions of masturbation, stockholm syndrome
Chan
nobody rejects him. nobody.
you two were friends from school and you were sooo happy when chan made it as an idol, finally persuing the dream he had been yapping on about for years.
but in the midst of that he realized that he had feelings for you, he missed you all the time, just wanting to hang out with you and maybe explore the things he had on his mind. so,, he decided to confess when you guys were at a cafe.
“look y/n,,, there’s something I wanna tell you” he started to which you tilted your head
“nooo,,, are you guys going on a tour again,,, i wil miss you sooo much channie” you said with a pout but the boy shook his head.
“i like you y/n”
your mouth stood agape, this was not what you expected and truthfully,,, not what you wanted.
“chan,,, y-you know thats not possible” you said with a frown, looking at him straight ahead.
“of course it is,,, why wouldn’t it be? w-what are you trying to say y/n?!” his voice started growing louder, you looking around in order to see that people werent turning their heads towards your table.
Minho
you have made a big big mistake my friend-
wont even hesitate to keep you hostage in his basement LIKE IM NOT JOKING-
might just tie you up and like,,, not even do anything to you, just talk to you and admire you, maybe tracing your facial features and cuddle closer on the cold floor
just wants to keep you as a pet or smth and you are scared out of your mind cause you cant move cause of the restraints, you cant speak because you have silvertape across your lips that he only removes to feed you but if you start screaming you wont get any so you deicde to just stay calm and quiet before someone saves you and play along.
i mean you do,,, kinda fall for him but you know you cant,, but you cant help but to fall for him and miss him whenever he’s out on schedule things
he always returns to you and you get so happy when you see the little crevice of light from outside when he opened the basement door
whenever he lies next to you, you put your head against his shoulder and take in his scent the best you can
he told you everyday that he would let you go if you agreed to date him but you shook your head,, maybe cause you liked being his prey.
Changbin
he’s more of the threatening type of yandere,,, like,, not that he’s violent but if you try to block his number he will create new ones and keep on sending you messages about how you have betrayed him and how he wished that you loved him back and all that,,,,
you guys often meet because you go to the same college and are students in the same department sooo,,,, avoiding him is pretty impossible
he stares a lot at you,,, you guys have a couple of classes together and he just stares the entire time, his eyes are just filled with revenge, he somehow wants you make you his, own you but he doesnt know how yet, for now he can just look.
watch this fucking message conversation just be this;
[why did you talk to him during class?]
[you could have just asked me]
[nobody loves you like i do. no one y/n]
you are never getting rid of him basically,,
he’s gonna get to you first ;))
Hyunjin
i feel like he goes more to the stalking route than the kidnapping and drugging and whatnot-
ok,,, you rejected him,,, but that doesnt mean you’re getting rid of him.
ohmygod what if he turns into a peeping tom- cause he obviously knows where you live.
like yall were not even that close?? he just saw you backstage at one of the concerts and thought you looked good so he decided to go up to, you werent an idol so no problem he thought.
but he gets a bit too,, hasty with his decisions and often falls for people randomly and so when he politely greeted you and gave you his number you simply shook your head, explaining that this wouldn’t be possible since you worked in the same industry and you needed to stay clear out of any scandals in order to keep your job.
no was not answer in Hyunjins mind.
luckily he managed to catch your full name by flickering through some papers in an office and also saw your full adress there, knowing exactly what he was going to do on his free time.
Jisung
if im being completely honest,,, i have no idea-
like,,, he gives me kinda pervy yandere vibes,,,
what if youre like his ex before he became an idol and now he wants to get back together with you-
oh,,, he masturbates to your pictures-
i feel like he always thinks about you, wondering what you like and wants to write songs about you but he doesnt do much-
but when he finds out that you have been hired by the same company as him to work as a like,,, economics accountant thingy he is all of a sudden vEEERY interested-
always asking the manager of when the group will have meetings with the accounting team,,, although they had nothing to do with them-
he just wanted to be in a conference room with you (and think pervy things about you in your tight office skirt and white blouse)
you went to the toilet on day and you saw him lurking around the same floor,,, WHICH ONCE AGAIN WAS NOT CONNECTED TO THE GROUP AT ALL-
and idk,,, probably sneaks in with you and locks the door before you even react that theres someone else in the toilet-
i feel like he’s pretty mild,,, but when he’s alone with you he is aggressive broooo
probably pins you to the wall and threatens you or smth along those lines,,,,,
(writing this is what my life has become to-)
Felix
“what do you think you’re doing?”
you turn around again, you had just thought of just leaving with a vague answer to his question but he was not having it.
“answer.”
his words sounded cold, his dark voice making an entrace, the exact one you’ve heard on many of the songs you listened to.
“felix,,, you have to understand,,, u-um,, if we date theres gonna be some issues” you said but he just stared at you with cocky eyebrows and a dark gaze, running his tongue on the inside of his cheek.
“do you think i care? would i ask you if i cared?” he said to which you shook your head automatically, what more could you do?
“you get until tomorrow to think and if i don’t get the answer i want well,,, we’ll see what i’ll do to you.”
Seungmin
he plots shit behind your back yk?
he’s more of the sneaky type of yanderes (oop spoiler to a fic heh)
like he makes this like fucking year long plan where the objective of the mission is to make you obssessed with him-
he starts kinda subtely,,, first its going to the same gym as you and like,,, knowing where you placed your stuff
and then he starts putting small notes like under your waterbottle when you went to grab something that say like “i think youre cute, call me” and then his number
you obviously dont react,,, because why the fuck would you contact a stranger at the gym
BUT THEN you realize that its him, its mf kim seungmin. yo,,,, u didnt know he went to this gym,,, that was not,,, the best-
of course you got a bit interested,,, you wanted to know how he was off camera,,, like just in his everyday life and i meeean,,, he was attractive but obviously you should stay away bc,,, he’s a celebrity but seungmin didnt want to stay away
he notes somehow started to get more aggressive,,, suddenly being like “why are you ignoring me?” and such,,,
and one night you were left alone in the gym with him,,, it was sooo quiet, only the sounds of your strained breaths as you lifted a dumbell
here where the plan came to play ;))
Jeongin
he’s obsessed with you and you are not going anywhere, even if you rejected him.
he’s more clingy?? LIKE HE WILL NOT LEAVE YOU
ok sure,, he falls more into the stalking category too,,,
also veeeery much a obssessed kinda yandere,,, like his mind is not thinking about how to like capture you,,, more about how to make you soooo comfortable and fool you into loving him despite the circumstances?
i just imagine that you work in a cafe and jeongin often meets you there when he buys coffee and you are already in awe when you see fucking yang jeongin enter the coffee shop on your shift but you were even more excited when he leaves his phone number on a napkin and slides it over the counter before leaving.
you thought about it,,, contemplating multiple times but,,, you decided it would be best not to since well,,, safety purposes
but he would visit you and every day his face got more and more perplexed cause he wondered why you didnt call
mf would not leave you alone, he would even wait outside the coffee shop until you finished your shift and walk you home,,, so now he knew where you lived-
and then do the same thing over and over again until you talked to him.
does. not. give. up.
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heyy i just read your fic Case of the Munchies on ao3 and im Loving it!!!! its amazing!! i was wonder if youre accepting requests and if you haven’t done it could you write the same for the rest: mammon, levi, satan, belphi, dia, barbatos and smth for simeon and luke (ofc platonic) like how angles have a true form and that means they can never relax around mc and how solomon has so much power at his fingertips he can just snap and end them or smth like that? pretty please and thank you!!!!
A/N: Of Course! Of Course! I already did Mammon and Levi HERE so I’ll do the other four in this request! You sent me a lot of good ideas and I’ll sprinkle them out into other requests soon!
Hope you like it!!
Case of the Munchies prt 3!
Word Count: 4.2k
Characters: Satan, Belphie, Diavolo, Barbatos
TW: Mentions of eating and cook humans, very mild gore
Satan
As the only full-blooded demon of the seven, he has thought about it...just hypothetically of course. When you were new to the Devildom he did find your scent more appetizing than the others. It’s a good thing he has the most restraint and control of all his kin, especially when it comes to his more base urges.
He doesn’t hide this knowledge from you. It’s readily available in the library and his own room in the history books. He just won’t bring it up. So if you don’t say anything, he won’t either. What would he say anyway? “Yes, I’ve thought about it, up until it was outlawed it was a staple of our diet after all…” Ye, probably not the best thing to say.
When you finally brought it up he was exasperated. Did you have to bring it up during the few hours he had alone with himself? He wasn’t going to lie but the thought of hurting your feelings would just about do him in.
He will alleviate your worries if you have any. If Satan was anything, he was genuine.
Mini Fic
His wine curdles in his stomach, turning sour along with the take-out he had nabbed for the two of you to enjoy tonight. Drinks and dinner were becoming a staple in your T.V. night tradition. If one of you had had a rough day you would drop by your favorite shop of the hour and pick up a meal to share while you vent.
Today in particular had been a shit day for him. Failed experiment after failed experiment, and one bottle that didn’t explode on impact with the potion he dropped. Sigh. At least your comforting words soothed his wounded pride a little. You chuckle at his escapades glad to see he is not hurt at least. It was nice to have someone to see the humor in something that normally would have dampened his mood.
“You’re a pest.” He laughs at you while snapping his takeout chopsticks in half to use. “I need sympathy-hours of work wasted.” You snort into your own bowl of udon.
“You need words of praise like Beel needs another stomach.” Satan gasps in mock insult pointing a sauce stained chopstick at you.
“How dare you insult your host! After I toiled over this meal of-” What did he get exactly? Honestly, when he placed the order he was near boiling with rage at his careless fumble. It was to be a surprise for you, something to give you a bit of magic while supervised by himself. He knew how frustrated you were with your lack of magical ability in class so he wanted to gift you something grand. Now he has to wait months to try again.
Ah, well...nothing ventured nothing gained as they say.
You watch him sulk over his soup dumplings, his mile away from the comfort of your company and his room. “Come on blondie.” You poke him with your foot before burying them under his pajama-clad thighs on the couch. “Eat your ‘hard earned’ meal before I do.” You snatch up his D.D.D forgetting your own food for a moment to set up your favorite streaming service to cast to his small T.V. “Want to watch a bunch of humans fail miserably at baking?”
"I thought you would never ask."
Satan feels you stiffen in his arms two hours into your bake-off marathon. Your takeout boxes are cold and forgotten on his coffee table, a bottle of wine gone between the two of you. He glances down at you curious.
You were transfixed on the screen. The novice baker on screen was struggling to keep his monstrosity of a cake upright. It was the annual Halloween episode and this fool went for a Silence of the Lambs inspired cake. A good concept really, but very poorly executed. The fake body parts and sugar blood weighted the pastry down dangerously. If he were, to be frank, the cake was also tacky as hell. Heh, he'd have to try to make this for Lucifer.
"Does his abuse of the piping gun offend you that much?" He jokes wrapping an arm around you.
Your laugh is breathy and lacks its usual warmth. "It is excessive isn't it?" You look up at him. "Hey, Satan-have you ever eaten people before?"
"Uhh…" Great, how eloquent. This came out of nowhere, did Lucifer set you up to this? No-no you wouldn’t. Would you hate him if you knew? “I have.” He admits through clenched teeth waiting for your reaction.
“Didn’t Diavolo ban it?” He can tell you are doing the mental math in your head.
He chuckles dryly. “Well, you never asked if I did it legally.” You move away from his touch and pause the show. “I mean...I did it legally! ” His mouth runs freely, his brain screaming at him to shut up.
“Satan.” You cross your arms unimpressed.
“It was a new law and I never meant to eat it for the most part. It was at a time where I was still struggling to control myself.” Young and stupid as Lucifer had said defending him every step of the way when he would slip up. Was it sold on the black market now? Yes. Did he know how to get it? Sure, but he would never nor would he tell you about it either.
You nod thinking about his words. “I can empathize.” Oh, thank the Devil. “Have you thought of eating me?”Ahhh. “Oh my God, you have.” You chuck a pillow at him with a laugh.
He catches the pillow and clutches it to his fiery hot face. “Everyone did at first!” If he was going down then he was going to take every one of his brothers down with him. “I wasn’t going to act on it! It was a spur of the moment-why are you laughing!”
“Sorry, sorry.” You wipe at the tears in your eyes wishing you had your phone to take a picture of his blushing face. “I kind of figured you did.”
Satan looks at you incredulously. “Shouldn’t you be a bit more torn up over this?”
You shrug. “After everything we’ve been through? I admit it was a shock to think at first but I mean, you would have done it by now right?”
“Well, thank you?” He flops back on the couch, still clutching the pillow to act as a barrier between you two. He’ll take it as a compliment.
You scoot close, nudging his knee with yours. “You ok?” He nods. “Can I touch you?” He nods again eagerly. You wrap your arms around his shoulders and squeeze. “Sorry, I made you uncomfortable.”
Satan chuckled, dropping the pillow to hug you back. “It’s ok.” He peaks your forehead. “Now, with that out of the way. Shall we finish this?” He swipes up his phone to hit play. You nod, flinging your legs over him to snuggle closer. “Good, I’m dying to know how he tries to save that thing. I’m putting money on icing.”
“You know.” You break the silence once more, unable to stop yourself. “I wouldn’t be opposed to being eaten...in some ways.”
Belphegor
After your first *ahem* encounter, he doesn’t bring up the whole food thing. He is afraid that if you learned about it, it would be the last strike for you and his relationship. Perhaps it’s paranoia on his part but better safe than sorry.
In all honesty, he didn’t eat it that much anyway. Killing humans was something he did often in his youth as a demon. A stupid attempt at revenge on his part. It filled the holes in his hearts to hurt those he believed killed his sister.
But to eat their flesh? Disgusting. He tried it a few times and it turned his stomach with every mouthful. He just hated them too much to even stomach them. He’s mellowed out with time but still never got a taste for it.
When you asked it was a shock but welcomed in a way. Like he could finally get this weight off his shoulders every time he looked at you.
Mini Fic
“It’s gross.” Belphie yawns, jumping up to sit on the high garden wall. He bends down to help you up placing you gently next to himself. The wind catches you by surprise threatening to topple you back from the wall before he rights you. He tosses his sweater over you with a nod of satisfaction.
You snuggle into the fleece lining burying your nose into the fabric. It smelled of elderberries and honeysuckles. Belphie watches you curl up into his side with a fond smile. “Seriously, you all are nasty.”
“Ouch!” You push his shoulder with a grin. “I feel like I should be offended on behalf of all humans.”
Belphie snorts, looking up into the bright colors of the night sky. “Good. Be offended. You, humans, are slimy.” You squawk indignantly. “It’s true, never in all my years would I willingly ingest it.” He shudders theatrically.
“Rude.”
“Shouldn’t you be happy? Lest I eat you?” He growls playfully, taking a swipe at you. He pulls you close to kiss the pout off your face. He stops only when your face is hot and your smile threatens to pull a muscle. “I’ll keep you safe, always.” He vows resting his chin on your head.
“Do you think other demons would try to eat me?”
“Have you met my twin?” He teases. He takes your jab to his ribs with a smile. “But if one of those lesser demons even tries to breathe in your direction I’ll kill them.”
“Ok, Mister sleeps till dinner.” You joke. His vow warms your heart a little, chasing away the small bit of fear that had rested itself in your chest. You saw how some demons looked at you at R.A.D, the longing and hungry looks got to be a bit much sometimes. A few older demons would discuss it loudly when they knew you were close by. Apparently, it was a long standing tradition of demons eating humans both body and soul when a pact was concluded.
Imagine what those brothers would do to them…
You shake your head hugging Belphie closer. You had nothing but his word that he would keep you safe, yet that was enough for you. Besides, he wasn’t one to follow the rules even at the best of times.
“I’m serious. You're off limits for everyone.”
You nod into his shirt, closing your eyes to enjoy the peace of the moment. “I’ll hold you to it.”
Diavolo
It is so far from his mind that when you say something it is like a rug was taken out from under him. He could be diplomatic about it, but you deserve better than a half-truth.
He was a wild child in his youth. Sometimes he would overindulge in his father’s heritage and gorge himself on his newfound powers and privilege. He would dine with the elders and eat with abandon under their proud eyes.
He regrets it now, in your company it brings up a slurry of emotions. Sometimes when he looks at you he sees flashes of his past behavior.
The urge is stronger in him than the brothers, a constant nagging tug in his guts, but he is strong. Stronger both in willpower and sheer physical prowess than them so the pull is more of an annoyance than a burning need. He can temper the hunger in other ways if need be *wink*
He fears what you might think of him if you ever found out the truth, but however you take it he will handle it in stride. He loves you too much not to.
Mini Fic
Dinners, when Diavolo could eat alone, were a rare and special treat. The solace of just being allowed to exist without constantly checking his posture or presentation was a blessing, just him, his thoughts, and a good meal. It was nice to have no paperwork to worry about staining this time or a tedious meeting where he couldn’t savor his meal. No, no this was good. He looks down at his heavily laden plate and smiles. Well, almost… Pulling out his phone he snaps a quick picture and sends it to you with a simple question. Join me?
Private meals were wonderful, but with you, they were perfect.
You arrive faster than he expected, flushed face and clutching a stitch in your side from rushing over. He almost felt bad before he saw the eager look in your eyes. Barbatos helps you with your school bags and coat before placing another plate of food across from the young lord. He winks at the prince before disappearing back through the door.
“Thank you for the invite!” You beam taking your seat across from him. “I hope you don’t mind that I'm not dressed for the occasion. I was just wrapping up a study session with the boys.” You look down at your rumpled lounge clothes.
Diavolo waved his hand disregarding your concerns. “I would emulate you if I had the time.” He looks at his own pressed school uniform. He had another meeting this evening, much to his distaste. “You look rather comfortable.” You smile in delight before tucking into your own plate.
You eat in a comfortable silence reading the room well enough to tell that he wished for some company but not needless chitter-chatter. Barbatos arrived moments after you put your fork down and left with the plate leaving behind a delicious smelling hot drink. You couldn’t put your finger on the flavor but it tastes spicy like cinnamon and coats your throat like warm honey.
Whatever was in the drink seemed to work some magic on the prince. His shoulder droop, his back sinking into the chair as his legs stretch out till they are close to brushing against yours. He starts talking over the drink, eyes slowly lighting up with delight. You drink, nodding along with him as he builds up steam. It was nice to see him so unguarded and light. You listen to him talk about simple innocent topics. You knew how he tried to have these conversations with the others to no avail. The brother’s always tried to stay clear of him, and Lucifer simply dismissed these things most days. Barbatos and the angels were a bit better but still listened mostly to placate him.
“Ah!” Diavolo stops mid-sentence as his door opens once more Barbatos holding a small platter in his gloved hand. Dia claps his hands in delight. “I’ve been wanting to have you try this with me for forever. The human palate is so different, but I hope this is tasty.”
“What is it?” You eye the covered plate curiously.
Dia says a word in infernal. It is harsh and guttural in his throat but his delight was evident in his tone. “It is like...a roasted nut? Sorry, it is difficult to explain but it has been a favorite treat of mine since I was a boy. I hope you like it too.” He opens the lid with little ceremony and tilts the bowl to you. Inside were several golfball sized pods piled on top of each other. Even from across the table you could feel the molten heat radiating from the porous black shell. It looked...ugly. Like a hunk of dried lava. You eye it suspiciously as Diavolo picks one up with his bare hands and bits it. The shell cracks under his sharp teeth, a fang catching in a weak spot with a noise that makes you shiver. Underneath the thick casing, you could see a dark red and fleshy core. He hums in delight pulling put the meat of the seed and discard the shell pieces onto an empty plate. He makes quick work of the innards already reaching for another by the time you casually pick up a seed.
The seed itself was dense and warm to the touch. You squeeze it, noting that the porous coating felt like a mass of steel in your hand. “Dia-how do I open it?” No way you could bite it, not without breaking your jaw in the process.
“Allow me.” He takes it from you and effortlessly cracks it. “It is a tradition to break them with teeth, instead of hands or utensils. Something about a show of strength. I just find it fun.” He shrugs, handing you the broken seed.
“Fun!” You marvel at his pearly fangs. “Those are some big chompers.”
“All the better to eat you with my dear.” He chuckles.
You blink in shock, eyes widening. “Would you? Eat me?”
Diavolo’s smile drops. “No.” He lies on reflex, his political nature kicking in. “No-no wait.” He shakes his head. “I...at a time would have without hesitation.” He feels you recoil. “It was common practice back in the day. To the common demon it was a great meal and for the ruling class a show. He looks down at the broken fragments of shell on his plate. Breaking the shell was far too reminiscent of other things. He squashes the unwanted wave of memories coming up. Instead, he looks up at you.
You sit quietly mulling over his words. You haven’t run yet. “Why did you stop?”
He leans back with a loud exhale. Why did he stop? There were many reasons, none he wished to divulge into at the moment, but he had to say something. “I grew up, and began to resent and regret it.” He used to read human stories of demons and his kind. They hurt their characterizations of him and his people. Yet, they had all been scarily accurate. He wanted to prove that they weren’t stagnating beasts, slaves to their desires. Even if it wasn't a popular opinion.
“I see.” You pick up the seed again. “Thank you for telling me. You didn’t have to.”
“But I wanted to, and to apologize… such admissions must have ruined your appetite. If you wish to retire-”
“Is it weird if it didn’t?” You cut him off. You felt-not apathetic to the knowledge but close to it. It confirmed a lot of things for you and put certain things in perspective. You still felt safe with him even with this new bit of knowledge. Without a second thought, you pop the treat into your mouth. You gasp in delight. The flavor and texture were not what you were expecting, but was delicious all the same. “Can you open another for me?” You push your plate over to him.
“Of course!”
The food was as wonderful as his company.
Barbatos
You knew he cooked it. He probably knows a million different ways to prepare a human. He is also very blunt about his dabblings in the market.
He doesn’t eat it, hasn’t ever. He sees no reason to, especially since he doesn’t need to eat anyway there is no temptation. He did find the meals he created beautiful though.
Once he lived for the praises of the courts and his young lord. He was a master at all mediums he cared to work with. Time, decorum, or of the flesh.
He is 100% unashamed of his past with the dark side of the Devildom’s history. In fact, he is damn near proud of it. He is a demon and it was a part of his life, if that frightens you, well there is nothing he can do about it.
He’ll entertain your questions and will try to put any lingering worries at ease. Just don’t expect to be coddled when he does.
Mini Fic
Barbatos had very few personal pleasures in his life. His schedule simply didn’t have the space for such things. So why even bother looking for a pastime. It wasn’t until Diavolo gifted him with an old worn cookbook did he find it.
Cooking was a necessity for his prince, but with that little book, it became something he looked forward to doing. Slowly, he began to seek them out, filling his growing quarters with cookbooks and loose-leaf slips of paper. He enjoys reading them. Each book was a little time capsule into the cook's life and memories. Could a mix of spices really remind someone of the arid heat of their motherland? Or does following a certain way of aging meat really honor the writer's late grandfather’s memory? He tries them all, each recipe a little invasion to a happier time.
He wrote his fair share of cookbooks too in his day. Simple modifications to things the young lord liked to the odd machinations of his own imagination. He got good at experimenting with flavors and textures over the years, mastering certain cooking techniques and flavors just for fun. He didn’t share many of them, a lot of his recipes were just too complicated for most. Luke was allowed to look at his pastry books only. The little cherub was enamored with his techniques and wanted to learn as much as he could in the short amount of time he was in the Devildom. Admirable, but he made sure to keep some of his...less savory books away from the boy. He shudders to think what Simeon would do if he scarred the young angel.
You are the only one who has full access to his collections. Whether you liked to cook was inconsequential to him. He simply enjoyed sharing this interest with you. Some nights you would take it upon yourself to be his “sous-chef”. Which meant you sat in the corner of the kitchen and read out the ingredients and steps for a recipe he knew by heart. Sometimes you would add in extra steps in an attempt to stump it. Cute...but ultimately failed each time. So, most nights when you tagged along to the kitchens you just flip through his collection, reading his immaculate scribblings crammed into the corners of the pages or where he scratched out certain ingredients for more demon-appropriate foods and more sustainable options.
You had gone through many beautiful books before you found it. The cookbook was small and inconspicuous compared to most. Just a simple black cover with a well-worn spine. What made you take notice of it was just how dusty it was. That wasn’t like him to do. Barbatos would never let something get so dirty. You wished you never had opened it. You weren’t stupid by any means, but after reading a few pretty graphic recipes it had unsettled you. So you withdrew from Barbatos trying to forget about the book tucked away deep in the bowels of your school bag.
“You’ve been distant.” You choke, hand flying up to your chest as you swear your heart skipped a beat. Damn demon. Should put a bell on him. “What’s wrong?” His eyes are piercing, cutting away at your feeble defenses.
“Nothing…” You fiddle with your bag’s strap. Your eyes drop to the floor taking in the differences between his polished shoes and your scuffed boots.
“Of course not…” You could hear the skepticism in his voice. “I trust that if there was something wrong you would feel safe enough to confide in me.” His words hit like a ton of bricks on your shoulders. He sighs seeing that his words got no reaction. “Please?”
Wordlessly you rummage in your bag and thrust the book into his chest. “Sorry. It shook me up more than I thought it would.”
Ah. He knew this book all too well. For a time it had been his favorite, one to pull out with Diavolo had guests or a deal that needed to be sealed. He accepts the book, noting how much your hands shook. “I understand.” He slips the book into his breast pocket making a mental note to hide it in one of his lesser used rooms. “Would you like to discuss this? In my room perhaps?” You follow with a timid nod.
“Where shall we begin?” Barbatos asks the moment he closes the door to his room.
“You don’t seem perturbed.” You frown. Barbatos shrugs, pulling the book out and opening it. He had a lot of good memories stored here. Some of these were still considered signature dishes, oftentimes a visiting dignitary would lament to him about the good old days when he could show off his craft when flesh was plentiful. He takes pride in that still to this day even. For as much as he loved you, he would not be ashamed of this.
“I didn’t mean it like that.” You shake your head when he says as much. “It just confused me. Do-do you see me as food?”
“I never saw humans as food, no more than I see demons or angels as it.” He picks at an imaginary bit of lent from his pant leg. “As for seeing you as food no. No matter how sweet your lips are, or how honeyed your words can be.” He smiles, taking impish delight in your squirming. “I merely did my job as a butler for my lord.”
“Oh- sorry for not coming to you sooner.” You felt foolish now. Barbatos waves it off, pleased to have this issue put aside so quickly and cleanly. “Wait-" You gasp as his words finally sink in. “Have you prepared angels before?”
He flashes you a mischievous smile putting a single finger up to his lips. “Perhaps~ do you wish to read that too?”
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No.1 of my somewhat senseless senarios
soo uhhhhhhhhhHhHHhHHh
decided to post a lil' smth since its been awhile.. this isn't a full fic more like a senario i thought of
probably shdve put this part in front first but what i wrote below the cut does involve the kaeluc ship (i won't post too much of this ship though i wanted to maybe post this here)
so.. please. if you don't agree with it don't read below the cut :>
yeah thats how the flowers look like^
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diluc didnt know what to get kaeya for valentines day so was freaking out. then he remembers how good kaeya smells, and decided that he would get some beautiful flowers for kaeya, some nice feathery light purple ones.
he painstakingly goes to his house's nearby forest to pluck some before going on the valentines date. at the outdoor restaurant, kaeya notices diluc running towards him, holding something within crumpled newspapers.
"sorry im late k- kaeya.. i wantedto pick these for you! happy valentines day-"
diluc thursts the bouquet of flowers into kaeyas face, smiling as he waited for a reply.
kaeyas nose starts twitching as the mere sight of the feathery plant. despite being together with diluc for a few months, he had never before told his boyfriend that he was quite allergic to most flowers.
he was about to open his mouty to tell diluc, but the smile on the others face stopped him. he knew diluc would be heartbroken if he knew he had brought kaeya suffering, so kaeya stayed silent.
'they.. they are beautiful- just like the one who picked them for me--'
the rest of the dinner went well for diluc, not noticing that kaeya was gritting his teeth, trying not to let his nose run, ducking under the table every few minutes to 'tie his shoelace'
it was only when the wind picked up (outdoor restaurant), blowing pollen off the feathery flowers into kaeyas face that he couldn't take it anymore.
'e- hH! ..ehxcuse me..'
kaeya runs from the table, leaving diluc confused.
kaeya runs as quick as he can, eyes watering and nose leaking freely. he was a mess, he couldn't see it, but he could feel it. diluc probably thought he was trying to ruin the date. it had been difficult to get diluc to agree to take him out since his boyfriend was always so shy.
and how he has ruined it..
leaning against the concrete wall, kaeyas breath hitches-
'hH- snf.. hAH- ugh.. snf-!!'
great. it was stuc-
'hAH- sNgXxt!! heH.. zZchiw!!'
..maybe not..
kaeya let out a few more desperate sneezes before he flipped the sleeve of his shirt inside out, wipping his nose and flipping it back.
there was a damp spot on his sleeve, but he hoped diluc won't notice..
returning to the table, kaeya could feel his nose flaring as the flowers came into view.
"kaeya.. is everything okay..?" diluc asked shyly as his fingers played with the soft feathery petals of the flower.
'.. nothing at all dear.. i just.. needed to use the bathroom..'
it was a lie and kaeya knew it. what more, he knew that diluc knew it was a lie. he wasn't easy to read for most people, but kaeya knew diluc had the weird ability to see right through him.
"okay then.." diluc sighs, placing the flowers back onto the table, bringing the damned item nearer to kaeyas sensitive nose.
'hH- its.. really n- Hh!! .. no issue luc i.. i.. hH- hah.. NgxXt!! heh- ZznXght!! .. im fine..'
dilucs eyes suddenly snapped to kaeya, focusing intently on the other.
kaeya felt himself shift uncomfortably under dilucs glare. he knew that he'd been seen right through he.. he-
"you don't have to stifle in front of me you know?"
'what?'
diluc inched over to kaeyas side of the table, grabbing kaeyas hand and wrapping himself around it. diluc rested his head against kaeyas arm, right on the spot that was still slightly damp.
'..luc.. m- move.. i.. i needa..'
despite the warning, diluc stayed put where he was.
left with no other choice, kaeya pressed his free hand against the base of his nose, letting out a fit of restrained itchy sneezes. light spray had unfortunately managed to escape from his clenched teeth, landing gracefully on dilucs cheek.
unlike himself, diluc intertwined his fingers with kaeyas, letting out a sound akin to that of a purring cat as he snuggled deeper into kaeyas chest.
"happy valentines day kae.. you just gave me the best present i could ever ask for.."
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well......... :D i was too lazy to make this into an actual fic (sry)
aand before i forget.. i actually wrote this lil thing for a new friend i met in the community :DDD (uk who u are)
#kae/luc#yeah i have nth else much to say abt what i just wrote#ill write smth platonic for dilucs birthday maybe.. havnt quite worked it out yet#reconciliation fics ukuk stuff lidat#mywritting#ryk.fic
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OK ok so. i have lik e a BILLION headcanons fir prof. cross and i can go into those later if its of interest but some basic points r like. uhh. hes been VERY vague about his past and how he got there (prime) n such. none of the heros know exaclty why/how hes there or his past. or wgat the egg does. :3 and also als osorry in advance for spelling mistakes im :3 :p blehhh
olk ! ok okok!1!!! so!!! he hid the egg from watch for a while, but eventually someone spotted it while looking for him in his lab or sum oidk, and it got confiscated. and hes tried multiple times to get it back by like talking to the 5 (i freaking forgot what theyre called..) main guys but was denied each time bc he wouldnt tell them shit. and he is freaking the flip out!! over this!!! because 1: its the only way he could see his buddy pals again, and 2: thats a freaking baby dragon egg he was supposed to protect. and now its no longer in his hands!!!! whoopsy x3
but anyways time goes by and when talking to someone they bring pasts/old friends, and alastyrs lilke "yea i miss my old gang they were aweaome sauce :(" or sum and the ogther person is like "well why dont u go visit them or get in contact or smth?" and hes like "watch took away my only way to do that :broken_heart_emoji:" wighout thinking and the other person is like "??? whar???" and. and and. alastyr is like "oh ahahah ermmm umm whoopsy doopsy" and SKIDADLES but it eventually gets brought up to the main 5 and hes called back for a meeting or sum. and he eventually tells them what it can do, what it is, and how he is supposed to protect it. and if he were to get it back he wouldnt just skidadle yk cuz he likes this new fun world and the life hes built/building for himself here. and so theyre like "ok pal yea we've gotta discuss.." and he leaves and is like. aw man. aw shucks. im never getting it back now :( but in like 5-7 business(??idk how to spell it) days they contact him again and r like. ur gonna get it back but w a bit of observation ok. and hes like! ok!!! yipe!!! wahoo!!!!
SO!!!!! he gets the egg back. :3 and btw in convergence i specifically remember charlie describing some of the egg/pc iinteractions with like. "u can tell the egg wants to be closer cuz it can feel ur warmth' or some shit like that. and so the egg after having been in no contact for like idfk how long i havent thought that far being back in alastyrs hands and hes like! oh!! and just keeps it around him fior a good while and when like not experimenting or testing or whatever is like hugging it or just generally keeping it close idk. and eventually... heh.... one day,...... he sees a crack!!! and is like oh no !!!!!!! did it drop?? did it get hurrt??? whgat the scallop!!!!!! but then more cracks appear and hes like ohhh. oh. OH. and kinda freaks out a little bit but!!! rthe egg hatches!!!!! and BOOM hes got a baby dragon. and it imprints on him immediately and curls up w him and its awesome and adorable and everyone is happy forever
and the dragon is a little funky cuz of the effects of the rot yk. but like one day alastyr takes off his mech arm to rest (bc it can NOT be comfortable having it on 24/7 yk) and the little guy kinda looks at his lack of an arm?? stump?? what do i call it idk?? anyways and looks back up at him w a look in their eyes and alastyr knows they know. and alastyr helps with any like. idk maybe chronic pain the baby dragon has bc i dont feel like being experimented on, especially with THE ROT, wouldnt have any lasting effects, yk. so he helps out with that and hte dragon bonks its head on his metal arm sadly sometimes and they both know. and they can heal together. and its. jhgrfeshjfgehj and neither of them like hospitals all that much
at first the baby dragon would stumble and knock stuff over n all and i feel like alastyr might get frustrated at some points but never angry. bc its just a baby it dont know what its doing. he makes sure to keep it away from the particularly dangerous stuff too bc he dont want them getting hurt. but over time it would learn/develop muscle memory to avoid things and travel around his lab expertly and avoid wires and machinery and weird bubbling chemicals and learn the excited rhythm that alastyr constantly works at. and maybe eventually alastyr would be like looking for smth and theyd grab it for himand hes like :o anfd its AWESOME nsd theyre so fluffy and any angst they work through together im so so so so normal about this
dear lord sory this is so long i am. rotating them in my head.
hey man. Alastyr cross dragon dad (hands you the microphone) /nf
Hold on I have to get on my laptop for this. One momenjt
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