#me when moth YAPS

[likeamothtowardsaflame]

IIII DONT NEEED THE WOOOORRRLLLD TO SE E THAT IVE BEEN THE BEEST I CAN BEEEE BUT I DONT THINK I COULD STAND TO BE WHERE YIU DONT SEE MEEEEE </3

[moth-party]

Hey. D you think that perhaps Sebastian’s metabolism is just fucked to all hell and that his human-ish torso looks absolutely rake thin partly due to him not eating a proper meal for years + the caloric intake his tail demands

Oh also long hair keep seeing long hair and i am loving it (he just sucks ass at cutting it so he’ll let it grow out until he cant take it anymore)

[venomhound]

Hazbin Hotel - Vox Kink Headcanons

Personal kink headcanons for my beloved tv man Vox. Not doing the more obvious/universally accepted kinks. Instead I'm writing about some of my more... niche takes.

WARNINGS: Gender neutral reader, but is AFAB for the last section; all the kinky shit obviously; Valentino mention (18+), MDNI, NSFW below the cut ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

Domestic Kink ₊˚ ‿︵୨୧

For those who don't know, a domestic kink is being turned on by doing everyday couple things. Things like cooking, cleaning, that type of thing. Vox basically gets turned on by you two being a couple and taking care of each other. The man is so love starved he just gets sent to another planet by those simple everyday shows of affection.

If you start helping Vox get dressed in the mornings, he will melt into a puddle. Every. Time.

It started simple enough, Vox was in a rush so you thought to help him put on his coat. Sliding it onto him, adjusting the collar, straightening his bowtie... You didn't notice how still he went until you went to fix his sleeves and you looked up into his wide, almost feral eyes.

Vox desperately crashed his lips against yours as he pulled your bodies flush together causing you to squeak. Only then did you feel how hard you had made him as he grinded into you... Needless to say, Vox had to reschedule his entire morning.

Vox will come home to you cooking dinner and just bend you over the counter. Whispering in your ear, 'Your so sweet doing this for me, Sugar. Now let me take care of you."

I have had the scenario floating around of you making Vox breakfast in bed one morning just as something nice to do for him. You dont think too much of it, he has been so tired and overworked lately so you figure any extra sleep he can get would do wonders for him

Vox however, absolutely fucking loses it. When you wake him up with tray in hand, he... just kind of stares at you. What do you mean you already made breakfast? Wait you have breakfast? For him? For him in bed?

You actually thought the man might have bluescreened. It takes you setting the tray down and grabbing his hand before he starts moving again.

Vox pulls you into his lap and starts peppering kisses all over you. He just cant believe that this is actually happening; that your here with him, that you did such a sweet thing, and oh god does he love you so much.

He actually is daydreaming about it the rest of the day and bragging about it whenever he can.

Comes home early that evening just to surprise you and spend a romantic evening together (totally not because he accidentally pent himself up gushing over you all day ABSOLUTELY NOT).

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Recording/Being Recorded ₊˚ ‿︵୨୧

(This one might not be a niche take but I'm putting it here anyway cause I want to yap about it)

I wasn't quite sure if there was a specific name for this kink. But what I mean by this is Vox loves to specifically record you two having sex. Like an amateur porn thing. However. These videos are meant for his eyes only.

Vox would murder anyone who so much as tried to get their hands on these videos. God help them if they actually saw one. Its not even a matter of honor or anything, its a matter of only Vox is allowed to see you come apart like that. Vox is the only one allowed to hear you make those sounds.

Vox honestly isnt going to even bring this whole 'recording you two' thing up unless he trusts you completely. Even then he is super sheepish the first time he asks about it. Vox knows your going to be suspicious and, yeah, you rightfully are due to his association with the porn moth.

It takes a bit of prodding for you to get out of Vox that he sees it as a different way to enjoy you. To experience you. He will get to see your beautiful body at angles he never could while he plows into you. He can finally see the look of pure ecstasy on your face as he eats you out, diving his tongue as far into you as it can go.

Vox is over the moon when you finally agree to let him place a camcorder in your shared bedroom.

You viscerally notice how much more relaxed and strangely content Vox seems to be next time you two have sex. Vox always had this certain tension to him and its just... gone now.

What you don't realize is that 'tension' was Vox's underlying fear of how transient you were. He was always trying to absorb as much of you as he could, to memorize every part of you. But now he felt like he could truly let himself enjoy the moment knowing that he will be able to listen to your heavenly sounds on repeat, analyze every little twitch he causes, and fully see every expression you make.

A deep, deep, dark part of Vox want to tell Valentino to cancel every shoot he has for a day. To reserve the studio just for you two. To spend an entire day taking you in every way imaginable. Bringing you to bliss in every messy way he possibly can. Getting you to make every obscene noise that beautiful voice of yours can make.

But Vox knows that he could never trust Valentino to not make a copy of you two for himself. So he will stick to his amateur recordings. Anything to keep you safe and to himself.

Whenever Vox is missing you at work (or whenever he gets a free moment honestly), he starts watching back one of your now countless sex tapes. He will let the odd feeling of comfort wash over him as he sees the adoring looks you give him and hears you two exchange words of love. God, he can't wait to get back home to you.

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Cock Warming ₊˚ ‿︵୨୧

OKAY. I think I've gotten the point across that Vox is a certified lover boy™ who basically wants to imbibe your very being. Whelp. This is just more of that.

Don't get me wrong, Vox loves sex. Sex is great. But having you on his lap, his cock inside you, the two of you as close as two beings can physically get, and just- enjoying that... It hits differently you know?

Say its due to his mechanical nature all you want, (insert joke about 'plugging in' here) but Vox loves to feel like you two are truly connected. When your bodies actually become one like this, he is just that much closer to perfect.

As stated previously, will let you sit on his lap and cockwarm him anytime you please. Vox's absolute favorite times are when he has to do work ironically. He can never stop the blissful smile he makes as he has you in his lap. Vox will gently hold you with one arm while the other tries to get work done. You always end up giggling whenever you kiss up the side of his neck or monitor and Vox lets out the most contented sighs.

Honestly, just start going to work with him, becoming his personal cocksleeve whenever he is in his monitor room. A blanket draped over the two of you to hide what's actually going on.

Since the poor guy has no choice but to sleep on his back; you can easily do the same thing for bedtime. Climb on top of him and delicately slide him inside of you. Vox will just look up at you with the most lovedrunk expression as you bend over him and nuzzle into his neck, your body draping over his, and Vox pulling you impossibly close as you both fall asleep.

Its times like this that Vox questions why anyone would even need heaven.

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FURTHER READING ₊˚ ‿︵୨୧

One of my favorite posts that just goes over a evening being Vox's s/o can be found >>HERE<<, its by the talented @lqveharrington

Another really good post by @liveontelevision where Vox gets jealous of your work with Valentino and decides to start recording you can be found >>HERE<<

Then lastly, quick headcanons by @voxsremotec0ck where Vox is spying on the reader then catches you masturbating can be found >>HERE<<

[dystopyx-blog]

Hey I didn't see any requesting rules. I'm sorry if you posted them before but I didn't see them. I completely understand if this is too much. (Ngl I've thought about writing it myself)

I was wondering if you could write about a symptom with a reader who has a form of Conversion disorder/ A form of Fnd?

It's a umbrella term but to put it into words for what it; it is when a person experiences temporary physical symptoms, such as blindness or paralysis, that do not have a physical cause. While the exact cause of conversion disorder is unknown, researchers believe it occurs in response to stressful situations or trauma.

I personally have problems with my legs not moving at all for inconsistent periods of time.(Could be 5 mins or 3 hours) (Dw I'm fine I have a mobility aid)

So my question is which yandere twst boy do you think would take advantage of the whole leg thing most?

Once again I completely understand if this is out of your comfort zone and sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I just really like your work

Y’know what maybe I should make requesting rules aksnsjsjsjsjd but I’m lazy

Speaking of lazy

Leona, no question. I have a very specific situation in mind—where you’re in the botanical gardens, standing over him, probably yapping

and then your legs give out underneath you

and Leona just… yoinks you…

you’re his pillow now.

BUT HE’S SUCH AN ASS ABOUT IT, TOO

If you nag him or just talk ‘too much’ (in his opinion) he’ll say something awful like “why can’t your moth stop working too?” if you’re sensitive like me and then cry about it, he would probably not make that comment.

Floyd is bad about it too…

you’re unable to walk so he just scoops you up and carries you with him. He’ll skip his own classes to get you where you need to go, but he will NOT put you down until your legs are fine again. And if you try to be all “oh Floyd what about your classes? :(“ He’ll just take you with him to his classes, so you miss yours. He is also very condescending about it :( and unlike Leona, he doesn’t really understand when enough is enough. Might have to complain to Jade or Azul if he goes too far with his comments or ‘jokes’.

Now imagine… you get taken to twst, and you still have conversion disorder, but no mobility aid. Crowley ain’t gonna help you. That’s just facts. So you go to Mr tech wiz on campus, Idia Shroud. But but but… he doesn’t really know what he’s supposed to be building for you 🥺 and he wants to get it right…. So you HAVE to stay with him whenever he works on it!! So he can get it right for you!!! Yeah you’re not getting a mobility aid. Man’s won’t even finish a fucking walker or wheelchair or walking stick for you, because it’ll never be “just right” or “perfect” enough for you…

Really this is just his way of ensuring you have to hangout with him. He just likes you so much 🥺👉👈

tbh this has just inspired me to do a getting trapped in twisted wonderland but without you meds and also everyone is yandere thingie

[marmaladeinlemonade]

Event tickets in sky were never going to work anyway.

It's way too good to be true; a currency that cannot be transferred across events or into candles/hearts for the sole purpose of making event cosmetics easier to obtain, that is collected by participating in the event itself? Thats already fishy enough by tgc's standards.

Thatgamecompany has a habit of making short term solutions for long term problems because of the sheer amount of content they make yearly, leaving less room to optimize regular gameplay. ET has probably been the most apparent example of this. (MAAAAJOR YAP SESSION AHEAD!)

When event tickets were first released, I was ecstatic. I was already struggling to keep up with Days of Bloom and Mischief since I have taken many breaks from sky, but I couldn't begin to fathom how the prices may feel to a new player. I also hated picking and choosing between what items to buy simply because i didn't dedicate the past two weeks so candlerunning alone. Hopefully this new addition of ET would take off that load and i can enjoy the following events to it's fullest, and well, I did.

For the first year that is. These cosmetics that costed ET were damn near free for me. Yet, in the back of my head i always wondered what would happen the following year once these ET cosmetics came back, alongside the new ones that were to be released. Would they cost just as much ET as last year's items? Then collecting ET would only get more stressful and inflate its value. Would the past items go away? That is unfair to new players and pushes FOMO to get everything every year.

Maybe the total price could stay the same but older items depreciate each year as newer ones release, making the oldest ones the cheapest.

And to my great surprise as i look at beta logs for this year's days of summer, not a single item from the year before is under 90 candles! How could this possibly be fair to new players who are trying to enjoy sky for what it is and get items? I've seen some people argue that the player has the choice to not get all cosmetics, which is true, but I'd like to show you what thought process is implied with this system. Think:

"We know you don't fully know your way around sky's economy, or don't have the time to grind everyday, but for this year only these new items are free just by participating in the event! And if you don't, for any reason, the price of the items will be worth 3-6 hours of candlerunning on top of MORE cosmetics! But it's all up to you!"

This isn't to say us as a playerbase have zero autonomy, but i hope you can see how FOMO is enforced when you add a currency with zero value outside of an annual 2 week event that gives players a "now or never" mindset. This is great in the moment, it pushes people to participate! Yet, this ruthlessly punishes players who aren't available for any reason, even those who weren't aware of sky before joining.

Sky is still a new game. Event tickets were only introduced a year ago, but if tgc keeps going down this economic pattern then imagine the amount of cosmetics locked away from new players, or players who took breaks, because of this exponential increase in pricing!

This is a more subjective opinion- but let me be honest; these cosmetics are not worth their candle/heart prices.

I was lucky enough to get all the days of style and days of summer items from last year for ET and i barely wore them, i can only imagine ONE item from each event being rewearable. I didn't mind though because i knew the towel capes and silly glasses were nice starter items for moths, but it's not even moth friendly anymore?! In the past only items that were in high demand were priced outrageously like rhythm and lightseeker TS, and now I'm spending extra for a purple top hat that doesn't even match any of the other purples in this game☠️☠️ you're getting less bang for your buck with a 110 candle towel cape bro

And lastly, there are other issues I've seen in sky that i would say are parallel to this whole event ticket situation. The time gaps between seasons have grown significantly smaller, and each seasonal update has been saturated with glitches and disappointment. Season of the Nine-Colored Deer is another very apparent example of this for me. The castle and crescent lake is done beautifully and the quests are decent, but no one is returning to the area. The rest of the town is empty and awkward, and half the map is in a canyon where you spawn so it's already a good 2-3 minutes getting out of that area alone. The place is just rushed. Its inconvenient.

Ill be posting a poll right after this post, but me personally i would not mind having 3 seasons a year if it meant higher quality content and more breaks from events. More spirits that are well thought out, detailed seasonal quests that arent cleanups or scavenger hunts, less quantity but higher quality cosmetics and emotes, and elder appearances! It's clear that tgc has a more complex world design outside of Sky: cotl when we look at The Two Embers, but that the energy it takes to make it in game is placed elsewhere.

Thatgamecompany is pushing out more content than they ever have before and I think their work is starting to crumble under the weight.

If you made it here THANK YOU!!! you're a lifesaver, theres so much that i want to say and i really hope a lot of skids see this post so that we can get a cohesive discussion going❤️

[quinnysnursery]

hi quinny!! not sure if you’re still doing this stuff, but how do you think the attendees would react / feel about their first time spending the night at their cgs house? ^^

- 🦌

[🪄] first night over | preferences

including : matt, chris, nick, nate, tara, johnnie, jake, carrington, sam and colby ++ bonus benoftheweek

divider credit : @saradika-graphics

a/n : doing this just for fun since i wanna write but don't have energy to write little moth rn

matt :

🩹 SO shy and polite

🦈 "can 'm sit he'we?"

🫧 curls up in your chest the MILLISECOND its bedtime

chris :

🥤 thinks everything is so cool

💫 "wooah!! mama has'a stove!"

🤍 honestly he doesn't wanna go to bed when its bedtime bc he doesn't want the sleepover to end

nick :

🌟 SO excited, he made an itinerary

🗞️ "fi'st 'm wanna paint nails and 'DEN i wan'...do a'ts 'n c'afts!"

🎥 absolutely exhausted by the time its time for bed, has zero problems falling asleep in your arms

nate :

🏒 SO shy :((

🌨 if you have a pet, "hi pubby c: ...mama m' said hi to'da pubby c:"

⛸ snuggles up so close and claims you have the comfier bed during bedtime

tara :

❤️ touching EVERYTHING

🎞️ ":O I WAN' TRY ON MAMA'S CLOTHES!"

🎵 too hyper to sleep when bedtime comes

johnnie :

🦇 SO polite and timid

🌒 "can 'm have juice? ...p'ease?"

🐈‍⬛ probably ends up falling asleep on your lap

jake :

♣️ EXTREMELY curious about everything, asks to help with your daily chores

🍒 "i 'tan help! >:C"

♠️ ends up falling asleep while watching a movie

carrington :

🧸 so excited, compliments you on your design choices

🍬 "WOOOAH :O 'our couch 's so comfy!"

🎧 ends up falling asleep in the midst of yapping about how happy he is to be spending the night

sam :

🎥 the definition of ":o"

👻 "mama's house is soooo pw'etty!"

💛 tries staying up as late as possible but ends up falling asleep like 5 minutes after saying he's not tired

colby :

👻 a literal hurricane of excitement

⛓ "MAMA HAS A COUCH?!!!" "...yes?" "WOOOAHHH :D"

🦴 hogs the blankets 😞

bonus, ben !! :

🧃 the most polite, bro is asking if he can take off his shoes

🍭 is almost too shy to ask for a blanket to sleep with

🍎 you wake up to him curled up to you <3

taglist !! :

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@hrtz4alex2211 @bimbob1tch @sturnsxplr-25 @cherry-red-heart

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@tyummyz @starri-nightss @cyberskulzzz @nicksbestie

@urfavbestiee @nicksloverrr @babybatxxx @ivysturnss

@natedoeswife @blahbel668 @nicksloverrr @flow3rsturns13

@pkfferoo @pixxiies @mattsturnswhore @17welch17 @pinksikhewei

@v33angel @conspiracy-ash @hoes4matthew @elislytherpuffsturn

@mattsturnsgirlie

friendly reminder that stealing isn't cute, credit me if you take inspiration from my works 😊🪄

[mothandpidgeon]

The Outlaws (outlaw!Joel Miller x f!reader) - Chapter 4

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pairing: Outlaw!Joel Miller x f!reader

rating: E (18+ MDNI)

wc: 3.2k

summary: Wanted for murder with a bounty on your head, your only hope of escaping the Pinkerton detectives is an outlaw named Joel Miller and his sidekick Ellie. But Joel has other plans for you.

tags: old west au, enemies to lovers, grumpy Joel, handcuffed together, only one bed, Tommy and Maria, morally grey characters, reader has backstory, masturbation, hand job, spitting, the Confederacy?, moth never uses y/n

authors note: I'm very happy to be coming back to these two after a long break. I have the rest of this fic outlined so maybe there will be more soon? Big big thanks for @moonlitbirdie and @schnarfer for betaing and letting me yap about this way more than is necessary. And thank you to YOU for reading. If you're enjoying it, I'd love to hear from you because I know this isn't super popular but it's my favorite.

Joel barely sleeps that night. 

The two of you manage not to cuddle up in the small bed but the chain between you means you move in tandem. Every so often, you pull Joel’s wrist towards you, inviting his fingers to brush your plush thighs. When he pulls back and your arm is yanked in his direction, you roll over with a sleepy moan and his mind is sent reeling. 

You’re doing it purposely, he’s sure of it, trying to get a rise out of him even as you sleep. Well, you’ve succeeded, he supposes. The sun begins to illuminate the room in the early hours of the morning and he’s painfully hard. 

He hasn’t been with a woman since Tess. With Ellie in tow, there’s no opportunity to visit the brothels in Jackson. He knows he wouldn’t even if he were on his own. A man like him doesn’t deserve such luxuries as pleasure. 

He punches his pillow for the hundredth time then tugs on his hair until the roots sting. Sleep eludes him as he spends half the night with one eye open, the other half badgered by dreams— your eyes, the weight of you against him, that little strip tease you gave him. Joel palms at the stiff bulge over the wooly fabric of his union suit. He resents you for driving him to it. The combination of the insistent need and his frustration has his mind racing with lewd fantasies, all the ways he’d ruin you. On your knees putting that mouth to good use.  He wants you to fight, to claw at him and pound your fists against his chest. Wants you to call him a rotten bastard as he spears into you with his cock.

You’re still snoring beside him but he glances in your direction to make sure you’re still deep asleep. The sight that greets him has him throbbing. The thin light of dawn touches your skin, highlighting the crests of your curves. Arranged as you are, the neckline of your chemise gapes away from your chest revealing your breast and pebbled nipple. His breath catches, hand reflexively squeezing at his length. 

He doesn’t dare to breathe again until he’s freed himself from his underclothes and spit into his fist. His lower belly tightens as he works at his cock with careful strokes. It's torturously slow but if he moves faster, he might rattle the chain and wake you. The teasing pulls are enough, though. He doesn’t need much more than that with the desperation he’s endured all night. 

He fists his other hand in the sheets, willing it not to cup your breast. It’s so tantalizingly close he can practically feel the warmth coming off of your skin. Instead, he closes his eyes and imagines the feel of it— the supple give of your flesh, the bud of your nipple. 

The pace of his strokes increases as he sinks deeper into the fantasy. Raking your delicate skin with his teeth, sucking on your neck. Leaving marks. Giving you no mercy like the brute he is.  

Just as he’s beginning to twitch, thighs trembling, his wrist is snapped away. He snarls at the loss of pressure, the slap of his leaking cock against his belly as it springs from his grasp. His eyes snap open and you’re there, the chain in your grip, holding him at bay.

He stares at you in shock, his face flushing with shame and fear. It’s bad enough to be caught, quite literally, with his dick in his hand, but this is a decidedly vulnerable position. There’s no telling what you’ll do to get your freedom. Frozen, Joel waits for you to make a move, cursing himself for letting his desire get the best of him.

You study him with an inscrutable expression. Amusement ticks at the corner of your lips but your pupils are blown wide and your chest moves with shallow breaths. You keep the chain pulled tight but the fingers of your other hand close around his cock. It jumps as he hisses at your touch. You squeeze and give a stroke so long and slow, it forces all the air from Joel’s lungs.The sight of the tip of your tongue darting over your bottom lip nearly breaks him and then you release a thick froth of spit. It rolls down his length, warm and slick, pooling at your fist, an obscene vision.

He tells himself he’s powerless, trapped by the chain and pinned down by your stare, but he doesn’t want you to stop. It’s too good to fight. He melts under your touch, his eyes falling shut as you work at him. 

You’re silent the entire time, the room quiet save for his sharp breaths and the sound of flesh against slick flesh. His helpless hand clenches into a fist as you coil him into madness, the bite of the cuff around his wrist an exquisite pain. 

It builds quickly to an explosion of need and bliss as violent as a gunshot. His hips jump and toes curl and you keep milking him until he’s completely spent. 

Regaining his breath, Joel opens his eyes to find he’s coated your hand with his spend. The sight, a salacious mark on you, makes his softening length twinge. You lean forward, a smug smile on your lips. 

“You still gonna turn me over to the sheriff?” you taunt.

Your tongue runs over the length of your index finger, swiping up the pearlescent release. Joel fights to keep a groan contained.

“You gonna let me hang?”

You put your middle finger between your lips and hollow your cheeks as you suck. The wet squelch of your swallow makes him dizzy. Intrigued by your unabashed filth, he fights an urge to kiss you, to taste himself in your mouth and claim even more of you but the haze begins to lift. 

He remembers himself, realizes where he is and why he’s here in bed with you, that he’s let you get the upper hand. Suddenly, you feel too close. The room is too small, the smell of lavender choking him. He pulls his wrist back into his chest and sits up, turning away. You scoff quietly as he fixes the buttons on his underclothes.

You’re all contradictions. Sharp tongue, soft curves. Quick witted, patiently waiting for your chance to bolt. Infuriating, intoxicating. You’re not afraid of him, either. Most people are. Even grown men shake in their boots around him. It throws Joel kilter. 

He glances back in your direction, to see you wiping the remnants of him onto the bed sheet. Guilt and disgust tangle in his chest. He’s denied himself for so long, only to lose his senses over a pretty girl. One that’s all too happy to make him squirm, to use his desire against him. 

He has to get out of this room before the walls close in on him.

The first floor of The Boot smells like bacon and coffee. In the parlor, the passengers of the stage coach finish their meal, nothing but biscuit crumbs left on their plates. Tommy carries a copper kettle to the table Ellie’s claimed as she wipes sleep from her eyes.

“I’m so hungry I could eat a whole stack of flapjacks,” you say, seating yourself beside her on the bench. “How ‘bout you?” 

Joel ignores you, looking everywhere but your direction.

“I’m always hungry,” Ellie tells you, already clutching her knife and fork in her fists.

“No flapjacks but we got eggs,” Tommy says. 

“How about that,” you say. “I got woken up by an old rooster.”

Joel grinds his molars. He can feel you radiating with glee across the table. 

”That right?” Tommy asks. He’s got a confused half-smile on his face. “I didn’t hear him.”

When the food is served, you take each bite of food into your mouth slowly, wrapping your lips around your fork suggestively and moaning at the taste. All the while, you keep your eyes on Joel. It’s an absolutely silly little performance and yet it makes the back of his neck hot. His mind conjures up the way you licked your fingers clean of him and he’s practically throbbing again. 

He stands up while he still can.  

“Keep your eye on her,” he instructs Ellie and shuffles off across the room to where Tommy wipes down the stage party’s abandoned table. 

“So, what? You’re a bounty hunter now?” Tommy asks. He puts an enamel mug in front of his brother and pours him a fresh cup of coffee.

“Course not,” Joel says, watching the dark liquid. Coffee always gets him back to rights.

“Then what’re you doing with her?” Tommy nods towards you. 

Joel can’t help but follow his gaze and finds that you’re looking right at him. Your eyes strike him, one brow arched, and it feels like you’ve caught him all over again. He pulls his eyes away as quickly as he can. 

“Making ten thousand dollars,” Joel says. He’s not sure why it sounds like he’s lying but it does.“Place is shaping up nice,” he changes the subject. He looks around the room, trying to make the ratty armchair and rusty spittoon feel as captivating as your face.

“Yeah. Think it is. The stairs could use a little work and the roof was leaking something awful when the rain came through. But we’re getting on,” Tommy explains. Pride beams from his face. 

Joel never blamed his brother for leaving the life but that didn’t mean he thought it would end well. He looked after Tommy most of his life in one way or another– after their father died, giving him a job on the ranch. He’d even tried to talk him out of joining up and going off to war. Tommy was hardworking and strong and genuine. One thing he wasn’t– independent. 

That’s why he’d gone along with Joel when he turned to crime. It had started out of desperation. Joel needed money and he needed it fast. But then he’d lost everything– his home, his livelihood, Sarah. It didn’t feel like there was much point in doing anything other than stealing. He didn’t give a damn about the money, would rather set a match to it before he let those train men have a cent.

They’d been good at robbing trains and stagecoaches. The two of them had stashed away enough that Joel could’ve bought two ranches by now but he didn’t see the point in settling down now that he was alone.

Joel figured it was just a matter of time before Tommy came back to him but he’d made a nice little life for himself. He’d never say that out loud, give Tommy a big head, but, begrudgingly he’s happy for him.

“Listen, I ain’t just here for your hospitality. I’ve got something I’m working on,” Joel says, shifting his weight awkwardly. 

Tommy’s smile fades. 

“C’mon. Don’t ask me to do that,” he says. 

Joel sighs. 

“I’ve told you. I don’t want to do anymore robbing and stealing.”

“Look I ain’t asking you to do anything but listen,” he says. 

Tommy shakes his head and rolls his eyes.

“It’s Cartwright,” Joel tells him. The name makes his chest ache, his mouth coated with bitterness at the words. He’s forced to envision the face the man that he hates. The only other time he feels as much disgust is when he’s looking in a mirror. 

His brother’s lips part and he exhales slowly, the meaning of Joel’s words hitting him heavily. Joel’s wasn’t the only life rocked by David Cartwright. “You sure?”

Joel nods. Tommy drags a hand over his mouth and Joel can see that his mind is racing.

“Alright,” he finally says in a hushed tone. “Not now. Maria’ll be doing laundry tomorrow. She’ll be out back all day. We’ll talk then.”

It’s too difficult to thank Tommy with the lump that’s formed in his throat so he gives a curt nod. He tries to erase Cartwright’s image from his mind but all he sees is Sarah and it cut even deeper.

Ellie scrapes the remnants of Joel’s breakfast onto her own plate.

She and Joel make an odd pair. For all of Joel’s stoicism, Ellie’s a firebrand, full of energy and enthusiasm. Considering the way he grumbles at just about every word that comes out of your mouth, why he chooses to keep this kid around is a mystery.

He’s not entirely obscure, though. He’s just a man when it comes down to it. You crack a smile at the memory of him crumbling beneath your touch.

You’ve done worse for lesser rewards. Life’s been about survival for you, doing what you needed to to get by. Men, oftentimes, were the easiest way to get those things.

You’d awoken to the sound of Joel’s jagged breaths, the soft clinking of the iron chain. You knew he was thinking about you as he fisted his cock. You’d seen that hungry look in his eye as you undressed for him. 

This was your chance to grab him by the balls and demand your freedom but waking up after being surrounded by him, the musky scent and his big arms cradling you all night, your curiosity got the best of you. He’d become a man rendered wild. Neck taught, teeth bared, nostrils flaring. Completely unaware of anything but his own pleasure. You needed to know what it would look like when he fell apart. 

What you hadn’t expected was how it would change him. How it smoothed the lines in his forehead when he finished. And you had no idea that the choked sound he made would wash you with heat. You didn’t think you’d be pressing your thighs together. That hadn’t happened before. 

“So what did you do to get that bounty? I won’t tell him,” Ellie says. 

You tear your thoughts away from that morning. It’s not helping your cause getting all hot and bothered for your captor. 

“Welp, my brother stole a hundred dollars from me. So I killed him,” you tell her. 

“That’s bullshit,” she says. 

You smile. She’s a smart kid and she’s got a mouth on her. Reminds you a bit of yourself back in the day. Except, of course, you were busy batting your eyes at boys. You got into your fair share of trouble but that was amateur compared to what Ellie’s accomplished. 

She’s a kindred spirit so you’d like to tell her. Problem is, it hurts too much. And you don't think you can adequately describe just how green Nell’s eyes were. And if she doesn’t know that, then how could the rest of it make any sense? 

“Listen,” you offer, “how’s about I tell you if you’ll tell me something?”

She nods eagerly. 

You look at Joel, deep in conversation with his brother. He’s well out of earshot and preoccupied. You lean forward on the table, eyes sliding to Ellie. 

“Who’s Sarah?” you ask. 

You’ve been wondering about her. She must be something special if she haunts Joel’s dreams and that might give you some clue to what makes him tick. 

Ellie’s face changes. Her eyes dart over to him and then away. The past three days she’s filled every moment with chatter and suddenly she’s tongue tied. 

“Joel doesn’t like to talk about her,” she says.  

You don’t say anything, just give her silence to fill with an answer. Her lips twist, brow knit in thought. You’ve got ideas about who this Sarah might be. A lover, a wife. You’re dying to know if you’re on the mark. Ellie swallows and you think she’s just about ready to tell you.

“I could use your help in the kitchen,” you hear Maria say. You’re in such focused suspense it’s as if she’s appeared as if out of thin air. 

You almost swear aloud but you plaster a big smile on your face while you think about throttling Maria for snatching this delicate moment away.

“Why certainly,” you say. You stand from your seat. As much as you want to unlock the mysteries of Joel Miller, getting out of this parlor and into Maria’s good graces is probably an easier route to escape. 

“I’m watching her,” Ellie announces. 

Maria sighs at Ellie. “Then you can come too. ‘Bout time you lend a hand here.”

The only kitchen work Maria entrusts to you is doing the washing up. When you said you knew how to cook, that wasn’t entirely true. Nell taught you how to cook one or two dishes but you’d never been practiced in the kitchen. Dishes, though, you’ve had plenty of experience with.

Ellie sits on a table, legs wide as she peels potatoes with her knife, sighing periodically so that everyone knows she’s bored. Maria ignores this and hums to herself as she chops carrots.

She’s wearing a simple brooch at her collar, a golden hoop embossed with flowers. It reminds you of another brooch, the emerald one you stole out of Mrs. Coxcombe’s jewelry box. You try to recall Nell’s face when you presented it to her. She’d laughed and said “You’re bold as brass,” and the words danced in her pretty accent. That’s when you realized the stone really didn’t shimmer the same as her eyes. 

It’s hard to remember her the way she was before that last time, when she looked at you with horror and disgust. That’s all you see anymore. You pull yourself from the thought before it stings. 

“Now, Miss Maria, I’m mighty curious how a genteel lady such as yourself ended up married to a member of an outlaw gang,” you say, dunking one of the breakfast plates into the hot water. 

Ellie guffaws when you refer to Maria as ‘genteel.’ Maybe you’re laying it on a little thick. 

“Now I can understand,” you continue. “He’s a good looker. But you strike me as sensible enough not to get swept off your feet by a pretty face.” 

Maria smiles softly.

“He’s a good man,” she says, pushing the onions aside and starting on a big, orange yam. “He’s loyal and brave. And he makes me laugh. He’s just been a little misled.” 

Ellie scoffs angrily.

“Joel never made him do anything,” she says. “I would know.” 

Maria sighs. “Joel’s his older brother. Tommy looks up to him.” 

“Did Joel make him join up with the rebels?” Ellie snipes. 

Your eyebrows raise. With his affable smile, it’s hard to imagine Tommy as a soldier let alone in a Confederate uniform.

“Don’t that make the two of you even more peculiar,” you say. 

Maria schools her expression and wipes her hands on her linen apron.

“Tommy’s made mistakes in his time,” she says evenly. “When you get older, you begin to have regrets.” 

You have a feeling these two have clashed over this before— Ellie with the sweet arrogance of youth, Maria understanding all the shades of gray the world presents. Their little squabble doesn’t really interest you. You keep them sniping at each other as you take a fork out of the wash basin’s murky water. The two of them are so busy with their argument, neither notice you drop it to the floor and tuck it under your skirts.

”We’ve all made mistakes,” you say. “I’ve made plenty myself. But we all deserve a second chance, don’t we?”

It seems neither of them can argue with that. Ellie tilts her head to the side, allowing her agreement. Maria nods along sagely. 

You’ve gone through a hundred second chances but right now, you just need one more.

-

Chapter 5

Thanks for reading! My asks are always open!

[harrumphingtons]

rough sketch of a Lila Rossi redesign… what do y’all think?

(the goal is eventually redesigning all the major characters — stay tuned!)

me yapping about decision choices (both mine and the original ones from the show) under the cut - and feel free to give feedback/criticism! I’m very undecided on a lot of things lol.

i completely changed her color palette from the show (image below for reference) because, well. I’m really not a huge fan of that combination of colors. I feel like the polka-dotted gray-blue romper with the bright red-orange jacket and the gray tights and the brown boots was just wayyy too much going on. it honestly looks like something a child would pick out to wear (no hate to kids, kids can pull off any crazy color and pattern combos solely by being cute and small), which isn’t really suitable for a character who ends up being a model for a major fashion brand. I’m also a big fan of color symbolism and considering her whole thing is her slyness and her foxiness I decided that orange-red-brown was the way to go (the green on there is solely for her eyes). That’s also the reason I want to add in some purple elements, to bring her transformation into the new Hawk Moth into her civilian design. Currently the only purple in there is the linings of the boots and the jacket, as well as the bracelet. I feel like there needs to be a little bit more but I’m not sure where. Any ideas?

The other thing I knew I had to fix was the hair, for obvious reasons. That’s the other detail that really undermines the whole “she had major model potential” thing. I know Gabriel picked her for other motives as well, but. Come on. When I look at that I do NOT see model and it’s not because she doesn’t have potential (she has a LOT of potential) but because the design choices are all wrong. The color scheme is bad and the hair is just… awful awful. I do like the bangs and the long hair, and I guess the goal with the sausages in front was to give her layers? And I don’t really know how the hair tie at the very bottom of the rest of her hair in the back ever got approved as a design decision. So I decided to keep the bangs and the long hair but leave it loose and make it a bit wavy-curly for the volume instead, but I’m still undecided on layers or not. Any thoughts? I think layers would look good but… do I want to draw that? Perhaps not.

I’m also still undecided on the boots. Still considering staying a bit more true to the original design and making it booties as well as tights, but I really like the look of the tall boots. If you have any opinions on that as well, I’d love to hear them!

[orchideous-nox]

I love your stuff so much!! I was wondering if maybe you had some headcanons for some of the girls?? I'd love to hear them :3

Hi anon, thank you so much! This is so fun, I want to yap about the girls more often so I guess this is a good starting point!!!

Lily

I love Lily so much, since dying my hair ginger one of my favourite comments I get on tiktok is people saying I look like how they picture Lily which is the biggest compliment. I hc Lily as being bi and currently my favourite person to ship her with is Pandora but I have Chappell Roan related plans to write a one-shot of MaryLily. Lily's favourite flowers are daisies and angel's breath and you can find them in her hair during the summer. She loves to read either by the fire when it's cold or under a tree in the park in July. She's an omnivert and enjoys quiet study sessions with Remus where they don't have to talk but also is very happy to be dragged up to do karaoke with Mary and Marlene. Her favourite colour is sage green because it brings out her freckles and her favourite season is spring because she says "the air just smells different". Also plus-size Lily all the way!

Mary

Mary is a girl's girl. She is the one who teaches the younger students how to do their makeup and and is the chief hair braider. She has a diary the whole way through school and she writes all of her juiciest secrets in there because she knows all the gossip about everyone and keeps them all in the bottom of her trunk. Her favourite song would either be Everywhere by Fleetwood Mac or Does Your Mother Know by ABBA. She is the biggest flirt with everybody and the real Casanova of Gryffindor Tower. Her signature lip gloss is cherry scented and everyone is the group has had at least one kiss on the cheek from her which has left a pinky-red lip gloss mark there. If I was going to assign a fc for her it would be Rachel Chinouriri, I think she's so beautiful and the Mary vibes are just there.

Marlene

Marlene being from Manchester is so real for me. She grew up supporting Manchester United and went to the matches with her dad. She is the masc lesbian of my dreams (I saw someone who looked like her once and I might have fell a little bit in love) and they own the wolfcut. Marls can be sighted wearing a little top (baby tee/ tight crop top) and big pants (literally the baggiest jeans you have ever seen). When Chelsea Dagger by The Fratellis comes on, she is singing the loudest. Marlene never came out, everyone just knew they are gay and when they got their first girlfriend everyone just shrugged and was like "cool". Marlene uses she/they pronouns and will punch anyone in the dick if they are mean to her friends. She absolutely adores Dorcas and is like "my girlfriend" at any opportunity. You can catch Marlene dancing along to Seventeen Going Under by Sam Fender because "he just gets me", she she will insist he is the only man she could ever love just to annoy the Marauders boys.

Pandora

My Ravenclaw girliiieeee!! If you couldn't tell, Pandora has really grown on me recently and I am slowly working up to writing a fic where she is in the main ship. Pandora being a Ravenclaw like Luna is so important to me and I hc her as a Rosier and is Evan's twin when I write her, but not the way that people normally write them. Pandora is very adamant that she is her own person and there is more to her than being a twin. She loves her experiments which we know from canon, she would have loved watching How Its Made (the tv show), and was that kid who would take things apart to see how they work. She collects insects like butterflies, moths and beetles and keeps them in a display in her room and has pet stick insects that she loves to freak people out with. Pandora would LOVE Paris Paloma, she's vibing with Labour and Notre Dame and The Fruits. Although I said I love shipping Lily with Pandora, Xenophilius and Pandora (xenodora) have my heart, I love them, they are my favourite straight-presenting queer couple. I think they chose the surname Lovegood when they got married (I hc Xeno as a disowned Malfoy) which I know a few people hc. I could talk about Pandora forever but I will move on.

Dorcas

Last but not least, Dorcas! She's the kind of girl who calls everyone babydoll (Barty loves it). She's such an it-girl and would be the person you see on Instagram posing in front of the houses in Kensington with her iced coffee. Dorcas is taalllll and has legs for days, models should be glad she decided to stick to being the office siren. Her favourite hobbies are judgingly people watching in the window seat of coffee shops, and taming her girlfriend to stop them from trying to fight everyone who looks at the two of them funny. Everyone thinks Dorcas hates them at first (even Marlene who spend months thinking Dorcas was rebuffing her advances), but she just looks at everyone like that, she shows her love by being mean. Dorcas loves to listen to Rina Sawayama, her favourite song is STFU!

I'm just gonna stick with those 5 for now because they're the ones I write in my fics. Thank you for giving me an opportunity to yap about them!!! <3

[likeamothtowardsaflame]

Moth's INTRODUCTION TO TUMBLR! ━━━━⊱⋆⊰━━━━ template : https://emojicombos.com/introduction ━━━━⊱⋆⊰━━━━ ╰─ ♡ about me: ୨୧┇name: Moth ୨୧┇pronouns: He/Him ━━━━⊱⋆⊰━━━━ ╰─ ♡ my favorite… ୨୧┇color: Red , Purple, Dark blue ୨୧┇animal: I think you can guess lolol!!!! it's eels. ୨୧┇songs: How To Be A Human Being , Mindless Self Indulgence ୨୧┇anime: Bungo (gay) Dogs ୨୧┇games: 3008 (Roblox) , KAT (Roblox) , Used to play COD ━━━━⊱⋆⊰━━━━ ╰─ ♡ interests & more! ୨୧┇likes: Writing, hahah, not fanfiction!! hahah... Music, drawing, psychological horror ୨୧┇dislikes: neopronouns. find em weird but if u use em ill respect em because i'm not a loser 🔥 uhh people who think they're different for being gay/artistic and make it their whole personality. ୨୧┇birthday: 11/13 ୨୧┇timezone: United States. Doesn't rlly matter though im always awake ୨୧┇dm status: you can dm!! i might not answer though ━━━━⊱⋆⊰━━━━

[dark-type-appreciator]

Intro post! :3

Hello! Like my description says, I'm Liam! I'm 16 and I found this website a while back and decided to finally make an account!!! I really like dark type pokemon (bet you could guess that XD), and I'm always open to talk about them! I also really like other catmons ^w^ curse of being a warrior skitties fan I guess...

I also like drawing, warrior skitties, and roleplaying! I have other interests but those are my main ones! I play games sometimes, but I'm not very good at them x_x

I'm not really a pokemon trainer… I only have one pokemon haha! His name is Goldie, and he's a purrloin! He's kind of a cranky old man but he loves me!

umm, what else? I get confused sometimes, please be patient, I'm autistic (and other things). Same goes the other way around!! If u need me to rephrase something, please tell me! Also i misspell things a lot, auto correct is my best friend. Hopefully its not too bad!

Oh! Also I am a furry! :3 I almost forgot to mention that asjhdjahs

Here's my pokesona!

not the best reference, it's kinda old... Maybe I'll redo it someday!

Also- if we're friends, pls tag any bug types!… I have a really bad phobia of them, and I don't wanna see them at all. Thank you!!!

also- look look look!!

They're friends.. :3

[OOC under the cut]

Hello! Actias/moth (@act11as) here with a new blog! On a different account! Wowie! Follows will come from here, of course! Once again, general unreality warning! Out of character posts will be green, and tagged as #ooc and #Moth's yapping to avoid confusion.

Dark themes will be explored on this blog, such as past abuse and neglect, general mental illnesses, dysfunctional family dynamics, emotional and psychological abuse, as well as (witnessed) domestic abuse.

Everything will be tagged (and please tell me if I missed something!) But please be safe when interacting!

These themes will not always be present, and Liam's blog will usually stay lighthearted. Still, it's good to keep in mind!

Boundaries, and so on!

No NSFW or suggestive things! Both the muse and mod are minors. Don't be a fuckin' weirdo. *Almost any kind of blog is allowed to interact! Sentient Pokemon, Eeby Deebies, Evil teams, fallers, etc! *Self-Insert fallers, please do not interact. I personally cannot handle these kinds of blogs. Self-insert ocs are fine, but the idea of a real person on rotomblr being isekaid into Pokémon is not. (Liam will likely not believe you for a while- unless he has significant reason to. He'll think it's a roleplayer, otherkin, or something like that. He will be willing to play along though!) In-Character Anon hate is allowed! Feel free to bully him, but remember that I'm not obligated to answer everything! Pelipper Mail, un-mail, and Malice are off currently! You may be able to convince him to turn it on! Mystery Gifts are closed! Though if this and Pelipper mail were to open, this one is preferred! Musharna mail, and Musharna malice are always on! Magic anons are off.

Organizational Tags! (HOW DID I FORGET FOR SO LONG)

Liam Chatters - General post tag! As long as he's saying something in the text portion, it'll be tagged. Reblog! ^w^ - Reblog tag. Pretty self explanatory Future Sight (queue) - Queued posts tag! Again pretty self explanatory. Liam used Doodle! - Art tag! Liam's art will be tagged as this, for those who want to see it. Foresight - Out of character tag. It marks posts that will potentially be important in the future. This can range from his opinions on things to heavy lore posts! Good tag to read through if you think you're missing something!

Friend Tags! (Tags for friends!)

#Tari mention - tag for Tari from @/pokemoncryptids #faith is friending - tag for Faith from @/faithispokemoning #rare sprig appearance - Tag for Sprig... Who does not have a public account! they're Liam's friend however.

ONGOING ARCS:

Mask Off Arc - [summary will come after it ends]

PAST ARCS/EVENTS:

#Lucy Strikes! - One of Liam's friends stole his phone while they were supposed to be visiting. General warnings for bullying.

Blocklist:

These are blogs Liam has blocked in-character! usually for lore reasons! these are not blogs that have personally been blocked, feel free to interact on anon if you're on this list!

@/tinkatinktrain

@/sound-type-advocate

[tgrailwar-zero]

You watched as MUSASHI heeded your instructions, heading right before reaching a courtyard. She furrowed her brow, looking around the streets as she slowly walked forward, like a hunter stalking her play.

MUSASHI: "Come out, come out, wherever you are… I promise, it'll hurt less if you don't struggle as much."

She was actually pretty good at playing a more antagonistic character. You could see JAGUAR MAN subtly nodding with approval at your role choice.

The Saber approached the hall, stepping inside. The sight was… unsettling, to say the least. A ton of dolls, dancing in a stilted waltz, walking around. Inhuman puppets, each of them.

MUSASHI: "Talk about creepy..."

PRETENDER: "So everyone else is just puppets... I can't imagine what this could be trying to represent, perhaps it's a quirk of the arena?"

MUSASHI: "What? Woah--!"

Out of the corner of her eye, several projectiles shot towards her. Several small wooden spears, shot at a brutal pace, jabbed into the ground- a couple of which grazing past MUSASHI's legs. She let out a yell, stumbling backwards as she looked for the source. PRETENDER, off to the side, attempted to dash back into the shadows where he had emerged from, but was a moment too slow as the blades connected.

PRETENDER: "Ghh!"

You could tell from that one slash that PRETENDER was pretty badly injured just from that one attack- he didn't seem to be a Servant exactly stacked when it came to 'defenses'. He vanished again, disappearing into the darkness, his voice melodic yet taunting as he spoke to MUSASHI from 'somewhere'.

PRETENDER: "Ah… as expected of such a fearsome samurai. Your reputation proceeds you, as always. I'm honored to be your first opponent, though I can't help but lament."

JAGUAR MAN: "Mn. A bit premature for a monologue, but I guess being long-winded fits the character. He's got a good voice for yapping, I'm sure the ladies love it. The fellas too. Everyone, really."

PRETENDER: "And I was thinking to myself… well, there's no way for me to beat you head on. You're powerful, much more powerful than I am. I could make strategies for the others, discern their weaknesses and use my wits to find a path to victory, but you're as beautiful as you are smart as you are deadly. And so… with your talents with blades, I should use my own talents, right?"

Suddenly, he appeared before MUSASHI in a flash of sparkles and whistling winds, two brilliant moth-like wings unfurling behind him as he hovered in the air. It was theatrical in its execution, like he was being suspended by wires in a grand stage showing.

PRETENDER: "You have such a troubled past, I know. Seeing these dolls... you've slaughtered countless more individuals than the ones in this ballroom, haven't you?"

MUSASHI: "...Shut your mouth."

PRETENDER: "Shadowed by the violence of your commanders and your own soul, don't you want to live a little bit happier than you are now? Allow me to grant that wish."

He held out his hands, motes of light drifting from them. No, not just from his hands, but all around the two Servants. MUSASHI didn't waste a second, beginning to sprint forwards to close the gap.

MUSASHI: "A Noble Phantasm…! You're resorting to that, this early?! I mean, I'm sure it's a 'wow, finally' moment for people who have known you, but think of the audience?! Where's your sense of suspense!"

She rushed forward. It was a matter of speed, if each strike she made was a 'critical hit', then she'd have him down in no time. Her eye glinted- a perfect strike to end the fight. A single issue. The pikes that were shot into the ground began to dissolve into black mud, and several fae familiars emerged, grabbing the sword saint by the legs. They were light, and you could see that they weren't heavily hindering her movement, but it was enough.

A moment off. Slower on the draw by a millisecond.

The PRETENDER clapped his hands together, a pulse of powerful mana surging from behind him, the very fabric of the world changing in a brief instant as the camera's caught a glimpse of a beautiful autumnal forest, before the illusion collapsed in on itself and centralized itself entirely on MUSASHI.

PRETENDER: "…Lai Rhyme Goodfellow."

MUSASHI: "...!"

Her footing slipped, her body going limp as the magic centered on her, as the PRETENDER gracefully caught her resting form. He laid her down on the ground, keeping her face visible. A veritable sleeping beauty, as he hovered over her, his expression enigmatic.

PRETENDER: "…Start the count, please."

You heard the heavy ring of a bell. One. The count was starting.

The cameras switched back to the PRIEST.

PRIEST: "In a surprising move, the Winter Prince plays his trump card first. By all accounts, the Samurai is rendered unconcious, and has ten seconds to awaken and resume fighting, or else victory will belong to the Prince."

CLEOPATRA: "Woah! Our blademaster beauty is on the ground! Is this a premature end for such a promising fighter?"

PTOLEMAIOS: "...'Tis not enough."

CLEOPATRA: "Mm? You're saying there's a chance for a comeback?"

...Not enough?

You looked at the sleeping MUSASHI on the screen, and saw her twitching, subtly.

Whatever this Noble Phantasm was, it was a deep-sleep spell... but MUSASHI also had Magic Resistance of the near-highest rank as a Saber. She'd wake up, but it was a question of how quickly... time was running short, which meant that waiting for a natural 'waking' may not be in the cards.

JAGUAR MAN: "Well… that ain't good. For the ratings, I mean. We billed your Saber as a top-class fighter, if her first fight ends with her losing via nap, that'll make me look bad too! I'll lose all my credibility as a scout! I mean, maybe not completely since this is a really good showcase for 'Jeran', but I have a stake in you guys!"

She grabbed you by the shoulders, shaking you vigorously.

JAGUAR MAN: "C'mon, what's the plan here?! We've got 10 seconds!"

-

MUSASHI'S STATS:

MUSASHI took a hit from PRETENDER! She's lost a point of Endurance!

ENDURANCE GAUGE: [X/X/X/X/X/ ]

MANA CHARGES: [X]

(When her Endurance reaches 1, she'll go unconscious! Different choices will have a differing effect on her Endurance!)

[ang-artblog]

The Penguin was another one of those characters I was pleasantly surprised by when I heard Nick voice him. I feel like Nick captured exactly what I wanted him to sound like, and all I told him was “a mix between the Arkham game series Penguin and the Batman audio adventures Penguin.” Like the Mad Hatter and Killer Moth, he didn’t have much of a story until I heard Nick voice him. I really have to give credit where credit is due when it comes to some of these characters because without these voice actors, I probably would’ve just make half of these rouges two-dimensional and have one purpose for the story. They basically are my entire motivation to continue writing the scripts for episodes when I don’t really feel like it and they are really encouraging so thanks to the voice actors!!

Character-wise, I wanted to play off of the riddler and have a contrast between the two because of how much they interact. Both are very smart, rich, and successful in their own way. The thing that sets them apart is that they have a different “type of narcissism.” I don’t know the technical terms (that’s for later script writer me to find out) but Ernest will talk about this more in season 2. Oswald is the type of narcissist that views himself as above everyone, but is driven through insecurity and a craving for attention. Edward is the type of narcissist that won’t gloat over others and say he’s better directly, but rather manipulates and hurt people because he believes he is better than them. His narcissism is driven through his past inferiority, even if he denies it.

This dynamic also is played off with Two Face, being his character is all about his internal battle against himself and his drive to help. Oswald is so full of himself, he sometimes does things for his gain and doesn’t realize the consequences until it’s too late. This causes their alliance to be unstable, which is the only thing keeping these two from trying to kill each other all the time. I like the play with relationship dynamics like these a lot, so this type of dynamic where “they could be the same person but what sets them apart is []” is seen a lot. Calendar Man and Ellie, Poison Ivy and Two Face, Oliver Ruby-Blu and Ace Paige, the list goes on.

Anyways there’s my yapping for the day

[lifesteal-headcanons]

Rekrap hc because I can't get those off my head!! And I love rekrap!!!

- theyre an unconscious shapeshifter. Hear me out.

Everyone know they're not human. Everyone knows they're a hybrid. But what the fuck are they?? Some ppl say they're a deer hybrid, or a bunny hybrid, of a moth hybrid. But he's all of them. And more. They just can't choose what they're gonna be today. Like mostly they'll just have deer antlers, but one day they just woke up with moth wings and said "uhh what the heck". Also he has a diary for all the times he turned into a different type of hybrid

Also he can morph, so sometimes he can have deer antlers and bunny ears for example (inspired by Snuggle's rekrap fanarts (idk if that's how you write their name))

- hes kinda anti-social (C!rek. Or cc!rek. Dunno the difference :< )

Trust issues. A lot of. He doesn't trust a single soul on this server. So why have his base somewhere people can find, when he can make it thousands and thousands of blocks away from everyone, and consequentially being safe?

- he constantly talks to himself and no one tell me otherwise

- his paranoia is so frequent its actually a person on his head

Sounds a bit crazy (I think). But makes sense to me. So, c!rek/cc!rek is so paranoid of everything being a trap and is so exhausted of this, his paranoia became a person (we're calling it rek. And we're calling c!rek rekrap). Rek looks exactly like rekrap but without the hybrid features, and without scars too (no one's telling me c!rek/cc!rek doesn't have scars). Rek is basically rekrap but... without the trauma. He can "control" the way he looks like, but instead of being a shadowy thing, rek has a more friendly look so he doesn't give rekrap a heart attack by accident. And rek's only purpose is to warn rekrap when things look too sketchy bc rekrap is so paranoid and scared and has so many trust issues and stuff like that he's constantly exhausted, always looking like he'll just lay on the ground and sleep. Also rek sometimes listens to rekrap yapping about anything

- c!rek/cc!rek has no sleep at all. Like- once or twice every 2 weeks. But when he sleeps, you're not seeing him for the next 3 days, maybe more if he happens to morph into a bear hybrid during winter (bear hybrid + winter + exhausted rek = you're not seeing him for the next 1 or 2 weeks)

- he knows where everyone lives. I can imagine he's just like talking to branzy and branzy goes "yeah I still need to grab my shulker box, I borrowed it to pangi and forgot to ask back" (I wrote branzy and pangi here bc they were the first ones that came to mind) and rek just goes "why don't you take it back yourself" "idk where his base is" and then 1 hour and a half later, rek returns with the shulker box

- I feel like he'd leave a small present after fighting or killing someone. Like let's say rek killed zam. On the next day, there'd be a shulker box infront of zam's base with a "sorry for killing you, hope we're still friends" note and some diamonds/gapples. The only question zam has us "... how the fuck does he know my base is here????"

(Sorry for any grammar mistakes, it's 3:30am currently, my fingers are not working because its cold and English is not my first language)

- 💍anon

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[vxserii]

sunlight by hozier is SOOO jegulus coded

all hozier songs can be interpreted in hundreds of different ways, but as a greek mythology fanatic, i like to believe its at least a liiiittle related to icarus and apollo

i'm also a strong believer that regulus is an icarus variant -- getting too close to the "sun", something he was fully aware was dangerous, yet he took the chance anyway due to the love and just pure infatuation he had (cue the line of the song that says "i had been lost in you [...] and flew like a moth to you" because WHAAAT) and in the end dying due to this devotion

another line that has me ripping my hair from my scalp : "whose heart would not take flight? betray the moon as acolyte, on first and fierce affirming sight"

"whose heart would not take flight?" appealing to the way everyone loves james & nobody can blame regulus for how he fell for him

"betray the moon as acolyte" is a bit far fetched by stay with me ok?? i swear i'm not just yapping (yes i am). to betray the moon would be to betray remus, right? but james never directly does anything to remus, so what if this is referring to the marauders as a whole?? like to betray one of them would be to betray all of them & we all know sirius felt fairly betrayed when finding out abt jegulus!

"on first and fierce affirming sight" is based around their first impressions of each other -- which wouldn't be inaccurate to describe as fierce. seeing as regulus was sirius's little snobby slytherin brother & james was an obnoxious golden boy who had everything

but yeah!

god, i could go on and on and on about this (clearly), but i'll stop yapping now and get back to having a life

[hippolotamus]

🪩 🪩 🪩 MIRRORBALL FIC PLEASE

Combining with this Anon ask

Anything for you, Goose Friend! I literally cannot say what shifted between this snippet and the last. I'm just vibing with whatever words will have me tbh. Without further ado:

The velvet curtain opens and there’s no missing the delighted smirk when Arsen realizes who his client is. “Well, well, well. You decided to stay after all. First time?” The question doesn’t carry any judgment, only curiosity. “Mm-hmm.” “In that case.” Arsen tentatively reaches for the curtain, barely grasping it with his fingertips. “I assume you’re aware of the rules then?” Eddie swallows, feeling the click in his throat, before he forces himself to make and hold eye contact. His voice wavers terribly, but Arsen doesn’t give any indication if he’s noticed. “Be clear about what I want, keep my hands to myself unless you give me permission to touch you.” Arsen nods his approval and tugs the heavy maroon fabric closed, cutting off any flashing lights and muting the music in one swift motion. It’s an ideal time for Eddie to refocus his gaze on an imperfection in the baseboard, the tiniest chip that may well be the most fascinating thing in the universe right now. “So.” The earlier confidence reemerges. Not that it had disappeared exactly, more like it was dialed down, and now someone’s thrown the switch, turning it up to the maximum setting. Arsen practically glides across the space to where Eddie’s lounging in a cushioned leather chair. He stops mere inches away, not dissimilar to earlier, only this time his finger grazes the underside of Eddie’s chin, tilting it up so their eyes lock. “Is this what you want, pretty boy?” Eddie shivers involuntarily at the featherlight, barely there touch, fighting not to look away. Before, at the mere suggestion of interacting, he was too quiet. Too hesitant. But now, this time is his, bought and paid for, to be used how he sees fit within the boundaries of a few preselected options. Including the choice to yap for the designated twenty minutes or so. Part of him would prefer that. While he’s sure Arsen is more than perfectly fine at what he does behind closed doors – or curtains, rather – the idea of a practical stranger touching and grinding against him has never been exciting. Even if said stranger is one Eddie keeps returning to, like a moth to a candle. Perhaps one stranger who haunts his free time and he could make an exception for. “Yes,” Eddie breathes, a hushed confession. A private longing he’s decided can live in the confines of this space and however much time is left on the clock.

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