#mostly in relation to the clown uniform

[glitzybunny]

Assorted whacky sketches/doodles of the Fnaf DCA and some other related mumbo-jumbo that idk if I’ve posted on here or not lmao woo woooooo

[meritatem]

While Damian's vigilante life didn't contain dangerous ventures like going toe to toe with criminals like Killer Croc or Mr. Freeze, his status as part of Batman's network was officially cemented when Grayson assigned him his own budged and resources for anything No One related, not that he need it, since he could fund his own efforts if he wanted to, but he had to admit they were some perks that came with such of approval, like sneaking in some of the things he needed for the gear he was making for Colin.

His father's use of technology to overcome his human limitations was something that Damian always paid close attention to, because it was stated very early in his education that his mother expected the same from him. It wasn't until he was brought back to life that he took a personal interest in it, thanks to the Hellbat suit his father donned when he went looking for Damian in Apokolips. The Hellbat armor was an absolute marvel, combining technology and magic that only people of the caliber of the Justice League could wield... so, of course, Damian wanted to prove he could understand the process and replicate it one day, if he wanted to.

Looking back, that had been really ambitious and unrealistic from his part, but his research still gave useful results. Although the inspiration to use said results came only after his father and Superman provided headquarters for him and Jon.

At the time, Jon's street clothes and a ridiculous red cape had been good enough as a uniform, after all, he was - theoretically - invulnerable, but Damian had been thinking about their future and the inevitability of Jon hitting a growth spurt sooner or later. It seemed only logical for Jon to have a proper uniform that was able to follow the development his kryptonian genes had in store - because he clearly took after Clark -, so Damian started to plan for it.

How optimistic and naïve he had been then, thinking him and Jon would get the chance of growing up together. What an absolute fool.

Maybe it was divine punishment, if one was inclined to believe in such things, for no taking into account that Colin could had also benefited from a change in wardrobe. There was also some irony in the fact that Damian needed more help for Jason's helmet than he did with Colin's new costume, but then again, he laid the groundwork for it years ago.

Of course, when he summoned Colin that night in the Grave for the big reveal, Damian didn't explain how the suit came to be and instead he focused in its properties, explaining what made it special as simple as possible, the same way he used to explain things to Jon. Colin listened carefully and unlike Jon, he didn't interrupt Damian or even asked questions, but when Damian finished, he didn't seem very convinced, looking at the small - for his current frame - suit that Damian had in hands.

“April's Fool was two days ago.” Said Colin apparently apropos of nothing.

Damian was well-aware of that fact. Everyone in Gotham knew that holidays were mostly bad news, especially the first of April and October thirty-first. Damian's first April's Fool in the city had not been a memorable one given the absence of a certain infamous clown, but despite that, he prepared for the possibility of seeing the Joker now, because he couldn't trust that things would happen the same way after the many changes he had caused.

However, just as the first time and to the great relief of the city, when April’s first came around, the Joker was nowhere to be found. That, of course, still meant bad news, but at the end of the day, it was just another thing of the many Damian was juggling in his hands.

“That's relevant why?”

Colin frowned a little, his wariness lessening a little. “You're not trying to trick me?”

At the question Damian tilted his head to the right. “Trick you how?”

“Like I put the suit as Colin and when I become Abuse it rips everywhere! That kind of prank.”

“That's not a prank. Pranks are supposed to be amusing, not cruel.” At least that was what Richard always claimed.

“Okay.” Colin said, still unconvinced it seemed, but he finally took the costume from Damian's hands. “I'm going to change, wait here, please.”

Damian couldn't really be offended by the small display of doubt, because from Colin's perspective, what Damian was claiming sounded a little fantastical even for a Gotham resident.

With no other choice but to wait, he decided it was a good opportunity to tinker some things in the computer or, as Colin recently named it, the Gravekeeper. Damian had chosen “The Grave” as a name because he found some ironic humor in it, thinking about the unutterable truths he was going to keep with him until his last breath; he wasn't trying for it to become a thing, like his father with the bat nomenclature. What vigilante name would even fit such theme? The Gravedigger? Should he use a sword with a shovel handle then? Terrible concept, with that motif it wouldn't be surprising if he ended up with Solomon Grundy as his arch-nemesis... but Colin had been so enthusiastic about coming up with that name for the computer, so Damian didn't have any other choice but to agree. Still better than the Fortress of Attitude, he supposed.

Damian's work in the system stopped when he finally heard Colin approaching; it wasn't the fact that his footsteps sounded different - which was expected, given the change in footwear - what made Damian halt, but the frantic hasty pace in which he was moving, heavy steps making the floor tremble under his weight. At this, Damian kicked the chair to make it move, getting barely a glance before Colin screamed his name as soon as he turned around.

“What's wrong?” He asked, getting up in an instant, his eyes rapidly trying to assess Colin and their surroundings, looking for some kind of sudden treat.

Because he was more concerned about Colin's well-being, the redhead found no resistance to scoop Damian up, holding him as high as he could. “It worked! Damian, it worked! It's like magic!” Colin's words, full of elation, were enough to relax Damian enough to not mind for a moment the position he was in. “It's amazing! You're amazing!”

Damian soon minded a lot being carrying like this after Colin twirled, moving away from the computer and to Damian's utter mortification, threw him up in the hair, catching him without problems. For a moment he was too stunned to react, but a second later he acted the same way he did when Grayson tried such thing with him the first time: he kicked Colin in the left shoulder, just marginally less viciously, which was ironic, because Colin was definitely a thousand times more tougher in this form than Grayson could ever be at his best, but then again, Damian used to be a little more blistering back then.

“Put me down, you fool!” He snarled, giving him a second kick for good measure.

Colin, the absolute simpleton, had the nerve to laugh right in his face. “No.” He said, before throwing him again in the hair.

Damian decided to use this as an opportunity to shift all of his weight backwards, making a flip before landing on the floor with bent legs, right hand on the floor as additional support. He got up with a jump nearly at the same time Colin started to clap, like he just saw a magic trick in the street.

“Consider yourself blessed, Wilkes,” he said, attempting to sound as foreboding as possible. “Others had suffered my wrath for much less than this.”

“I'm sorry,” he said, sounding not sorry at all, on the contrary, his tone too happy, almost airy. “I'm just really excited, this is so so wicked! I can't believe it's exactly like you said!”

It was nearly impossible to keep being righteously indignant when Colin was practically glowing with joy, so Damian accepted his defeat with a sigh. “I need to make sure everything is working as it should, after that I'll explain everything you need to know. If you can focus until we're done, we'll go to BatBurger next time, my treat.”

“I can focus,” he said, straightening his posture in an imitation of a soldier doing the position of attention. “Not because I want to go to BatBurger but because I can be a professional too!”

Ah, how dreadful, Damian was starting to rub off on Colin, surely that should count as being a bad influence. But he'll worry about that another day, for now he had more important things to do, like verify the suit was well fitted.

Although Damian made this suit with Colin in mind, he drew inspiration from what he envisioned once for Jon, with the appropriate changes. Starting by the colors, instead blue and red, he chose black and brown, leaving the yellow in a way, because he changed the shade to a golden similar to Colin's brass knuckles, making the soles of the shoes that golden color and much sturdier than what Jon would've gotten, because Jon could fly and rely in his superhuman strength to fight, instead of hand to hand combat. The rest of the shoes were black, imitating the style of the boots of Kon-El's costume.

Most of the outfit was brown, from the legs to the chest, where Damian tried to create a triangular outline that was meant to evoke the letter A and from there the rest was black, up to the collar of the costume and to the long sleeves. This, of course, was just the costume in its simplest form, devoid of all of its complementary equipment... and in all honesty, only what Damian managed to make work with the changes in Colin's genetic markers.

Even if the time he spent with Colin had been short and Damian was a poor excuse for a friend, he never forgot the things Colin said to him, even the ones that seemed small and uninteresting, like the fact that he thought Batman and Robin's belts were “the coolest part” of their outfits. Maybe that had been another moment lost too: Colin hinting another wish, this time something simpler than visiting a fast food joint, because Damian didn't even need to change clothes for Colin to rummage in the pockets of his Robin belt, like many kids surely dreamed of doing when thinking about the fabled protectors of the city. As always, there was no point in lamenting all the things he failed to do, but he can always made good use of those regrets, that's why he decided to include an utility belt - golden instead of yellow - in Abuse's costume too.

While Colin's original choice in fashion for his vigilante persona was impractical, Damian knew - thanks to Grayson -, how important the first steps towards an identity could be. He didn't want to entirely replace what Colin was able to put together with his limited resources, so in lieu of that, he opted for a short sleeve black trench coat, with a matching wide brim black fedora hat, decorated with a brown band that was the same tone as the brown of Colin's new suit. Naturally, these clothing elements were made with the same materials Batman and his associates used, but that didn't make them magically more practical, yet, Damian would be a liar if he didn't accept he saw worse on his days of running around in traffic lights colors.

The last element for Colin's costume was a pair of glasses, round and green. They looked inconspicuous enough, because Damian designed like them that, trying to hide a little the fact that they were night vision glasses.

Once Colin was wearing everything, Damian took a few steps away from him, to admire his work in silence for a moment, coming to the conclusion that the final result was... as sketchy as Colin's previous look, maybe even more, because now Colin was giving the impression of being more than an everyday random man. Well, at least the gear offered more protection? That should be helpful, even for someone that healed much faster than the average human.

“Stand here.” Said Damian, gesturing towards a point in the floor.

Even with the weekly work, Damian had to admit there was a long way to go before the Grave could be considered up to his standards; from the things that were missing, some were more pressing than others, but maybe it was time to move the mirror for the locker room to a higher position in the list of priorities. 

So, after Colin stood where he was told, Damian went back to the computer, typing some commands to access the video feed from the security system, selecting the one that perfectly captured the red-head's figure at the same angle the missing mirror would have done. After putting said feed on full display in the biggest screen, Damian moved to the side, dragging the chair with him as not to obstruct the view. 

“Well then,” he said with his well-practiced disinterested tone. “This is the final result.”

Truth to be told, calling it “final” wasn't correct, because there was at least one more thing Damian wanted to add to Colin's equipment, but as with many things, for now it'd have to do. 

Damian was expecting for Colin to react as boisterously as before, but by know, it was beginning to be clear that his previous knowledge about the people surrounding him was driving him to the wrong assumptions, because instead of being annoyingly enthusiastic about the new costume, Colin just stood there, motionless for a moment, before slowly raising his right hand, placing his fingers almost delicately on the glasses' temple, with his gaze never leaving the screen. Damian tried to be patient while Colin was, for some confounding reason, acting like the concept of live self-footage was a new for him, but just as he was about to make one of his usual snide remarks, Colin lifted the glasses, just enough to quickly pass the back of his left hand over his eyes.

It took Damian a few seconds to come to terms with the obvious, but as soon as he did, something akin to dread started to creep in him. “Are you crying?” He asked, still in disbelief. 

“No.” Colin's answer was almost immediate, but it was the wavering in his voice, with just one single word, what made Damian start panicking.

What did he do wrong? Has been there a good reason for Colin to wear that old coat and he never told Damian? Something that should hold sentimental value, deep enough to make him cry at the first attempt to replace it. How could Damian have known? He was a time traveler, not a seer! 

But just as he was about to try and salvage the situation by telling Colin he could go back to his old clothes, Colin beat him to it, voice watery. “I'm sorry,” he said, horribly sounding genuine this time. “I didn't mean to cry,” and he sniffed, making Damian feel worst. “It's just,” he raised both hands, palms to facing up, like prayer. “When I became like this... I always knew I'd never be like Superman or Green Lantern,” he looked down to his hands for a few seconds before turning them to look at their backs, covered by the sleeves of the suit. “I know I look like one of the bad guys and it's fine, I don't need to be like Flash to do good things,” and again, he closed his right hand to rub at his right eye under the glasses that he was still stubbornly keeping on. “So I never thought I could look like this... like I'm really a hero,” he finally turned towards Damian and tried to smile, which was a bit ruined by the fact that he was also trying to hold back tears, not very successfully. “Thank you.” And it was finally at saying that, that his voice broke into a weep.

Damian had never been a sympathy crier, he had been hardly allowed to shed tears for him own self, let alone others, but seeing Colin openly cry, whether it was from pain or happiness, emotions so intertwined that it was impossible to tell them apart, Damian couldn't help but feel his own eyes damp under his mask against his will. 

Instead of joining Colin, like they were a pair of lost kids wailing for their parents, he let an annoyed huff and opened his arms with an exaggerated motion, as big as he could. “Come here, you child.”

If Damian had any hope of his offer being rejected, it banished in an instant, when in two large steps, Colin lifted him up, with Damian's figure so small in comparison that, if he wanted to, he could find a hiding place in his arms. Just like the art of gift giving evaded him, offering comfort was another mundane thing that was excluded from his education, but Damian had the best example he could ever ask for in his recollections of Grayson: all those times Richard held him in joy, in sorrow, in relief and even in rage.

So he removed the glasses from Colin's face and rested his head against the other's, doing his best to circle Colin's neck with his arms, his grip firm but gentle. He closed his eyes, thinking about Richard and letting the ghost of those memories speak through him. “I got you. Always.”

In response, Colin just tightened his hug with enough force to make Damian's back crack and that, for some reason, was enough to incite a laugh from him, making Damian smile in turn, because there was some kind of indescribable beauty in hearing his friend laugh after just seeing him heartbreakingly cry.

It was also clear now, how unheeding he had been. He should've hugged Colin ages ago.

Back at the League, before arriving to Gotham for the first time, Damian had been precise, lethal and unstoppable, conquering obstacles one after the other, having no other choice but to earn daily the right to be called the grandson of the Demon's Head; coming to live in his father's city uprooted not only his life, but the person he had been until then.

What made him so effective in the League, was the same that made him so inadequate under his father's methods, and flaws that were easier to manage under his grandfather's teachings, became the bane of his existence in this brave new world.

He became more reckless, less strategic, too assured in his own myth to the point that even in the face of his own mistakes, he refused to accept he erred, always obstinate, prideful and so, so pitiful. Underestimating others so he could assure himself of his own worth, because sometimes it seemed like he was the only one that believed he had one.

Of course, he couldn't see it back then, how desperate he had been to be recognized in the eyes of his father like he used to be in his mother's. Alas, poor Damian, forever trapped, walking in the line where his parents' worlds collided, always staggering from one side to the other; all of this made him fallible, not only against foes, but against allies too.

For better or worse, that was, ironically, in the past and he was different now... but, maybe not as much as he would've liked it, because he knew he needed to work about being a “good sport”, but he also couldn't help but feel self-satisfied when Brown, spread-eagle on the wooden floor, suddenly proclaimed. “Okay, okay, you win!”

At this, Damian did his best to not smile. “The proper way would be to say that you yield.”

“Don't start.”

Pride aside, Damian had to admit he was surprised by Brown contacting him so soon after their meeting, but not so unexpected after she explained why while doing a very poor job of bargaining with him. She should be thankful that Damian decided to take a magnanimous approach with her, because the only thing he asked in exchange for providing the ammunition she ran out of, was a friendly sparring match. Since the bunker and the cave were out of question, he decided to borrow a vacant dance studio in one of his father's many buildings.

Any other day, Damian would gladly fight Stephanie with genuine intent, but today, he was only interested in measuring her, so he remained on the defensive, counteracting Brown but never making the first move. It was a shameful thought, but if he was being honest with himself, it had to be say that he was going to miss the moment when he was no longer able to use his small size to his advantage against opponents... he just needed to live long enough for it to happen naturally this time.

It seemed like Stephanie had no intention of standing up after he made her fall for the third time in the last five minutes, which was a good indicator for Damian to decide he had enough information to work with. Instead of asking her to stand up again, he walked to one of the corners of the room, where he left the gym that he brought with him, retrieving it and making his back to Stephanie, who hadn't moved an inch yet. Damian sat close to her on the wooden surface, opening the bag and searching inside it before taking two bottles of water; given how much time they spent there, the bottles weren't ice cold anymore, but still colder than the room temperature, so it was better than nothing.

He put one of the bottles on the floor and sent it rolling in Brown's direction, stopping when it hit her forearm, which finally made her sit after taking it. She rested the bottle against her right cheek for a moment before putting on her forehead, chasing after the cold feeling and when she finally unsealed the cap, she practically downed it in one go. In contrast, Damian tried to be more decorous while drinking, something that, for some reason, offended Stephanie.

“I'm dying here and you're not even sweating, what the hell.”

Like he needed to make sure, he put the back of his hand against his temple. “Not true, I'm perspiring.”

“That's nothing, like, look,” and to make her point, Stephanie took a strand of hair from her forehead, drenched in sweat. “And who even says perspiring?”

“It's to be expected, you have less stamina and I've been training all my life... I'm also much younger.” He added, hiding a smirk with another sip from the bottle.

“Are you insinuating I'm old? I'm still in my teens!”

Instead of answering, Damian put the bottle aside on the floor and went back to rummage in the bag, taking this time a black plastic file folder out of it, extending it to Stephanie, who frowned but accepted it. “You need to build more muscles.” He said as soon as she opened the folder. “I designed a diet regimen for you and attached the money necessary to make the transition in your diet viable, at least until I can prepare a bank account you can use safely.”

“You're not serious,” she said even though the first thing on the folder was a pocket envelope over the pages that contained said regime. “I'm scared to open this, I swear I'm going to lose it if I only see Bens.”

“Don't be obtuse now, you know money is the reason we can afford the kind of night lifestyle we lead.”

“One, that sounds wrong and two,” Stephanie took the envelope, offering it back to Damian. “I'm not accepting money you stole from your dad.”

“I didn't steal it, this is mine. Before coming to this dump of a city I was already a millionaire, that's something you would know if you talked to Gordon.”

“I was actually feeling bad two seconds ago,” she put the envelope back to where it had been, closing the folder with both hands with a noisy clap. “Eat the rich and all that.”

Just like Damian was doing more often, he gave Stephanie his best impression of an unimpressed Alfred. “I trust you can be responsible,” he even used Pennyworth's own words. “You've been on this path before, things are easier when you're just a nobody third-rate vigilante, but when you're carrying the name of someone associated with Batman, you become a target. You need to be prepared.”

This affectively soured Stephanie's mood, who, without further ado, just let herself fall again not very graciously, hugging the folder against her chest and taking a deep breath. “I know,” she said in the same tone one would use with a nagging parent, sighing deeply. “I know.” And this time her voice was softer, almost like another sigh. 

It was so strange seeing Brown like this. The Stephanie of his memories was an overzealous buffoon, boldly overconfident despite lacking in skill and fearlessly hopeful, like only an idiot or a child could be. For all the complaining he did back in the day about her attitude, this subdued version of her was a bit unsettling. 

Curse Damian again and again, for choosing to waste his time with such trifles. “If my word is worth anything to you,” he started, as deadpan as possible. “I'm confident you can do this. Of course you won't excel, but as they said, you'll get the job done.”

Brown kept looking at the ceiling, like she was thinking about his words while slowly frowning. “I want to say thank you, but I'm pretty sure you just insulted me.”

“Truth can be unflattering, yes.”

Stephanie's frown deepened before she broke into a smile. “I can appreciate a little honesty.”

“Good, remember those words in the future.”

“On a second thought, I take it back.”

“If you're done being dramatic,” just like everybody his father has ever decide to take under his cape. “Pay attention, do you know where the S. K. Animal Shelter is?”

“Doesn't ring a bell, why?”

“It's in the Bowery, you're going to meet me there today at midnight. I'll send you the exact location.”

“Again, why?”

“To give you the things you asked for, keep up, Brown.”

“Wait, you didn't bring the stuff?”

“Of course I didn't, you could cross paths with a thief and be the victim of a robbery.”

“First of all, I would totally win in that scenario and second, how does an envelope full of cash is fine but not the ammo?”

“Money is understandable for random citizen to have, flash grenades are not. I do hope your deduction skills are better on the field.”

“Yeah, sooo taking it back.”

Damian rolled his eyes with feigned exasperation, setting his gaze on the bag and after a few moments of contemplation, his aggravation became real when he recognized what he needed to do next. Ah, how the mighty have fallen. 

With a click of his tongue and in a way that could only be described as grumpy, he took his bottle of water and put it inside the bag, before standing up, taking a long step to position himself looming over Stephanie and then proceeded to look inside the bag one last time, extracting an object he considered, on a personal level, in the same tier as Eris' apple: a cookie wrapped in cellophane.

The only difference between this cookie and the bat shaped ones he made for Grayson and Drake so many days ago, was the little bow he constructed with pink icing in the bat's left ear. He considered using purple for the bow before discarding the idea, because he didn't want to give the impression that he cared that much.

He leaned down enough to hang the cookie in front of Stephanie's face, shaking it a little like he used to do with Titus' treats. “Here.”

Brown raised very prominently an eyebrow and took the cookie. “What's this?”

Damian took a deep breath, not only to refrain from answering with mockery at the obvious, but to force himself to say what he practiced in his mind while baking the day before. “As inexperienced as you are, I recognize Cain made the right call, consider this my blessing. May you conquer all the nights that will come.”

Stephanie examined the cookie, turning it around like she was expecting to find something significant behind, but it was just that, a simple pastry in a ridiculous shape, still, it was enough for her to sit up again. “You're just a big softie inside!” She cooed, worse than Grayson when he gave him the same offering. “If we ignore the murder attempts.”

“One attempt, singular, and don't be fooled by these pleasantries, I am ruthless.”

“You just gave me a batcookie with a cute bow.”

“Fooled already, pathetic.”

“Oh my god, you're one of those.”

“And they are?”

Instead of answering, Stephanie decided to lie down on the floor again, leaving the cookie and the folder over her stomach, closing her eyes and putting her arms behind her head while crossing her right leg over the other, looking like the stereotypical example of someone relaxing under the sun, only missing the wheat straw in her mouth.

“Brown, who are they?” He insisted and waited, narrowing his eyes at the lack of response. “Stop being obnoxious and answer me.”

“...”

“Just so you know, I'm taking offense to this, forewarned is forearmed.”

“Yup, totally one of them.”

Damian had to resist the urge of taking his water bottle to pour its content right on Stephanie's face, because upon revision, a subdued version of Brown didn't seem so bad after all.  

⪻Chapter 17

[akikocho]

Idk why I feel nervous doing this hahaha! But I'll do it for the pin.

Let me introduce myself first. I'm Aki Kocho, you can call me Aki or Kocho but mostly peeps call me Aki which is fine haha. I'm Filipino, biromantic asexual and a legal age gal who creates OCs as a hobby. This account mostly focuses on my Hogwarts OCs (mostly my HPHM MC, Maya Bell Avery) and I hope I can find friendly moots here on Tumblr.

This account is my new account haha. My previous account is @butterflystarry-8104 which I forgot what email and password did I used and my forgetful self forgot to write it in my notes.

Anyways, I'm also gonna introduce my HPHM MC;

𝐈𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐲:

𝐅𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞: Maya Bell Avery

𝐀𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐬:

• Maya (by everyone)

• Pip (by Jacob)

• Bell (by her mother)

• The Hero of Hogwarts (by Penny)

• Curse breaker (by other people in Hogwarts)

• Stinky Yeti (by Merula)

• Inventor Freak (by Ismelda)

𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞: 10th August 1973

𝐀𝐠𝐞: 15 years old (currently in year 5)

𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬: Pureblood (As Maya's family are part in the list of families called The Sacred 28 who are very strict in keeping their Pureblood bloodline remains "truly pure-blood")

𝐄𝐭𝐡𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲: Scottish-Filipino

𝐀𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭: Neutral Good

𝐌𝐁𝐓𝐈: ENFJ-T

𝐀𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞:

𝐇𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭: 168 cm (5'6)

𝐒𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐓𝐨𝐧𝐞: Fair

𝐄𝐲𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫: Gold

𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫: Silver

𝐎𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬:

• Has a birthmark on her left thigh that somehow resembles a clover.

• Has not so obvious freckles on each of her cheeks.

• Has black, round glasses during her 3rd year in Hogwarts when she developed nearsightedness.

𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐚'𝐬 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐇𝐨𝐠𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬:

𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫: Maya's hair was short that is tied half. As she was sorted in Slytherin, she wears the robes with pride.

𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫: Maya's hair became a bit longer and doesn't bother to tie it up. She's still wearing her Hogwarts robes.

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫: Her hair became even more longer that she tied it up into a low ponytail. She wore Rowan's spare glasses as that's the time she developed the signs of nearsightedness until she bought her own pair of glasses. Maya disregards her Hogwarts robes and wears the top uniform. Instead of a skirt, she wears black pants and blue shoes.

𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐅𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐡 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫: Maya's hair is now long and half tied. She still disregards her Hogwarts robes and now wears skirts rather than pants.

𝐒𝐢𝐱𝐭𝐡 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐡 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫: TO BE ADDED

𝐇𝐨𝐠𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬:

𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐝: Blackthorn with unicorn hair core, 11¼ inches, slightly springy and flexible

𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐝: Unknown

𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞: Slytherin

𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: Chaser

𝐀𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐮𝐬 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐦: British Shorthair Cat

𝐁𝐨𝐠𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐦: Voldemort, Missing Persons poster of her brother Jacob

𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐤𝐮𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐦: Clown Voldemort, Pop up card of Jacob in a jester outfit

𝐏𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐮𝐬 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐦: White Stallion

𝐀𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐚 𝐒𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭: A muggle perfume called "Midnight Blossom" that has a hint smell of moonflowers, Fresh morning grass of Quidditch pitch, Scent of metal

𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐒𝐮𝐛𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭: Flying, Charms, Potions, Transfiguration

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐒𝐮𝐛𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭: None

𝐂𝐥𝐮𝐛: Hippogriff Club, Dragon Club

𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐬:

𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐬: Friendly, Loyal, Trustworthy, Clever, Kind, Caring, Loving, Sympathetic, Selfless, Confident, Creative, Brave, Open-minded

𝐁𝐚𝐝 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐬: Impatient, Short tempered, Sensitive, Sarcastic, Envious, Control Freak, Negative thinker

𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬:

𝐇𝐨𝐛𝐛𝐢𝐞𝐬: Inventing and learning new stuff, Dancing, Singing, Doing art, Reading

𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬: Foods, Fluffy things, Inventions, Muggle related stuff, Hanging out with family and friends

𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬: Inequality, Her boggart forms, Belittling others

𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬:

𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲:

𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫: Bruce "Peregrine" Avery

𝐌𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫: Mabel Avery née Sallow

𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐧 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫: Malachi Brett Avery

𝐎𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫: Jacob Bennett Avery

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫: Marigold Beau Avery (Harry Potter series OC)

𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐬: Castor (Slytherin) and Astral (Hufflepuff) Sallow (HPHM OCs)

𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐬:

𝐓𝐨𝐚𝐝: Joel

𝐋𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐫𝐝: Booboo

𝐎𝐰𝐥: Snow

𝐂𝐫𝐮𝐩: Timon

𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬:

• Rowan Khanna

• Ben Cooper

• Penny Haywood

• Bill Weasley

• Tasmin O'Sullivan (Hufflepuff HPHM OC)

• Chiara Lobosca

• Jae Kim

• Nymphadora Tonks

• Tulip Karasu

• Badeea Ali

• Rubeus Hagrid

𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬:

• Andre Egwu

• Talbott Winger

• Barnaby Lee

• Esme Allard (HPHM OC)

• Oscar Moonstone (Ravenclaw HPHM OC)

• Felicity Moonstone (Ravenclaw HPHM OC)

• Murphy Mcnully

• Skye Parkin

• Orion Amari

• Beatrice Haywood

𝐀𝐜𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬:

• Zeke Roisin (Gryffindor HPHM OC)

• Liz Tuttle

• Diego Caplan

• Ismelda Murk

• Erika Rath

𝐇𝐏𝐇𝐌 𝐌𝐂 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬:

[𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐃]

𝐑𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥:

• Merula Snyde

• Dark Wizard Cabal "R"

𝐌𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐇𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧:

• Emily Tyler

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭:

• Charlie Weasley

𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐬:

𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡: 7/10

𝐀𝐠𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲: 7/10

𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞: 9/10

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐦𝐚: 8/10

𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚: 10/10

𝐌𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐬𝐬: 8/10

𝐅𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐚:

• Before Maya got into Hogwarts, she prepared herself mentally and physically for what's to come. She knows that people will see her in a weird way after her brother's disappearance.

• She developed nearsightedness before her third year at Hogwarts. She only recognizes it after she bumps towards some things a lot. Due to that, Rowan gladly gives her spare glasses to Maya before she bought her own glasses.

• She had an interest in inventing things. When she was at the age of 10, she separated parts of the things she found interesting to see how it works.

• One of her boggarts is Jacob's missing persons poster that her mother created. She developed a fear of it due to her "what ifs" about her brother's disappearance.

• She found clown and/or jester outfits funny. Her fondness came from her father who dressed as a clown on her 4th birthday.

• She and her siblings' features came from both of their parents. Jacob and Maya have their mother's signature silver hair while Malachi and Marigold had their dad's black hair. All siblings shared their dad's eye color (gold).

• Maya's not too fond of sweets. She likes food but there are some things that she wouldn't eat a lot. She's a fan of spicy foods.

• Maya developed a crush on Charlie Weasley in the middle of their 4th year at Hogwarts. The reason is she likes how he's fond and passionate of the things he likes.

When someone asks her what her type of lover is she'll answer; "I like a person who's passionate."

• Maya's more fond of her mother's side of the family (The Sallow Family) than her father's side of the family (The Avery Family). She's very close with her cousins Castor and Astral Sallow who always stays by her side after Jacob's disappearance.

• Maya grew up away from the wizarding world and magic. She lives in a calm neighbor's full of muggle families which is also the place where her mother's family stay for years.

• Very sporty gal, like her father.

• She can speak multiple languages (she's self taught) and her most favorite languages to speak are French and Tagalog.

• The start of Maya's anger issues was during her brother's disappearance.

[yourturntofnaf]

anzu playlist !! requested by @corvidcrowned

I was hoping I could make this one longer, but I put a whole lot of thought into what I was able to add. I'm hoping to add more if I think of anything

since this one had a lot of specific (or vague) reasoning behind it that might not make sense on their own I thought I would give a little explanation for each (under the cut)

I felt like a lightbulb went off in my brain when i thought of "stay strange" for this playlist. it's such a cute and upbeat song that I just love for her. everything about it is perfect for sweet old anzu

evening out with your girlfriend by fall out boy fits her on an aesthetic level (the sound is young, fun, and energetic, along with the album having some of her color pallet) so I felt the world's not waiting for us and parker lewis can't lose would by nice additions. the world's not waiting kinda reminds me of her minisode ("this might just be a waste of time / there's no one I'd rather waste all my time with than all my best friends"), and parker lewis has a theme of misspeaking or having your ideas and suggestions misunderstood ("I've got a big mouth, maybe you could handle shutting it up" and "in the mean time, I'm just talking with my shoes / converse with my converse, atleast they hear a word I say")

she's a handsome woman by panic! at the disco, along with I took your picture and right words by cults fall into the category of "I can't give a reason this fits her personally, but it's a vibe she might enjoy"

secret shame as a band reminds me of anzu a lot in an artistic sense (their lead singer does very bright looks at their shows, with clown-esque makeup), and I decided crystal kind could somewhat fit her? I associated it to what the aftermath of ryuus sudden departure could've been like as it would probably have a major impact on her to lose her mentor so suddenly. I'm slightly more confident in the addition of accelerate, also by the same band. the verses recite a thought process that has a lot to do with the fear of being judged by others, which is one of the first things anzu expresses to us. seriously though, go check this band out! they're awesome

flowers grow out of my grave by dead mans bones also hits that category of little reasoning beyond I think she might like it. it's a cute little song that I think would make her happy

I felt like my typical artists were failing me on finding anzu approved songs, so I went to some indie artists I like. hush by attack dog stuck out, once again hitting the topic of anzu's thought process post ryuus departure ("too many melodies revolve within me / I just shut my eyes, wait for it to subside"). she seems to be the type to push suspicions or troubling thoughts out (mostly seen how she handles justifying the suspicions of ryuu already having a uniform that would be perfect for her)

by this point, I'm scratching the absolute bottom of the barrel. we're talking searching through my 2020 playlist. I found this one song I heard an artist play in a coffee shop like 4 years ago, "diamond girl" by courtlyn louise. I can slightly relate this to anzus fear of being judged as strange... maybe? maybe you can consider this to how she might view her friend for the minisode (who honestly seems a tad bit judgemental and I would not be shocked if this somewhat fuels her insecurity I've mentioned). like I said, we're getting a little desperate here.

cannot believe it took me this long, but I finally put it together to check some of the cures softer stuff. jumping on someone else's train made the playlist for the trend of non conformity and embracing doing things differently. also picked underneath the stars as a song she'd enjoy, and to fill a slot that often comes up in character playlists for a song that you can associate with your favorite ship of them.

and with that, thats about all I could think of. apologies that this one is shorter than the rest, it appears my music taste doesn't have much overlap with how I perceive anzu which was kinda expected. this was really fun though and it made me think of parts of anzus character I never really did before ^u^

note: any songs that I associate with ryuu that have lyrics that imply romanticism are not at all intended in that way, I do not ship them. I use songs that may have been written with some romantic intent but are not inherently love songs to fit platonic or otherwise non romantic dynamics in my own life and occasionally on character playlists just because it is near impossible to find songs that have absolute 0 hint of possible romance

fun fact if you give me a yttd character I will make a playlist for them. probably.

[andiitom]

HEY! I really love your writting. I'm happy to see new faces in the twst fandom 😄 this is a weird request be can i get hc for fem!mc working as a carhop for the monstro lounge?❤

Thanks bestie! And it’s not a weird request at all. I already got some pretty funky asks already😓 This sorta kinda turned into a oneshot but hope you like it😁😁 also sorry it took so long I was having computer issues and kinda gave up at the end.

She knew answering her door at the asscrack of dawn was a bad idea, but she was a very empathetic person, and if they were coming up to her this early, it was for a reason. She had no idea Floyd had been tasked with kidnapping escorting MC to the Monstro. It was a special school event like the Scary Monsters or the VDC, this one being dubbed “Family Week” which should be self explanatory.

“Nope! I clearly said I'm open between the hours 8am to 9pm, and it’s now just 5am!” Grim and Mc wanted a few extra hours of sleep before the hoards of families descended upon the poor college. Mc main job was mostly directing the families to the correct mirror and keeping fans and paparazzi out due to the prasteige of some.

“BUT SHRIMPY!” Floyd tangled himself between Mc’s legs as he tried to stop her from throwing him out of Ramshckle. When the door was opened, the 'kinder' leech twin was standing there with his ever-famous sharp-toothed smile.

Azul explained to her that everyone seemed to flock to the Monstro Lounge; the line just to get in stretched from the mirror room to Main Street. As the event went on, the Monstro got even more popular, and the students who worked the lounge conveniently had club activities or got sick. This left the restaurant severely understaffed. With the lack of staff and an ever growing line, Azul began looking for workers as he wanted to impress his family and the others who came to the restaurant. He even went around trying to "persuade" his past workers to come help at the Mostro Lounge.

“Screw off octopunk”

“I’m not working while my family is here asshole”

“Sucks for you I guess”

This is why Mc ended up working at the Monstro, as she didn't really have any family in Twst and Grim made for a good sponge. All Mc knew was that Azul had her running around like a dog. It didn’t help that her uniform didn't fit her well. She was constantly rolling up her sleeves, and her shoes were both too small and too long, making her feel like a clown. Mc took up sewing during her time here and had a better fitted uniform back at her dorm, but with the suddenness of her employment and knowing Azul, he’d never let her go change, she had to make do.

Mc commends all retail workers for what they had to deal with because, if she had to hear: "Why is my shrimp cold dish cold?" or "Why are there only sea related food items?" She was going to lose her mind.

After a few hours, the line of people seemed to go on forever, and mc was dizzy from the number of times she had gone from table to table. During a short break, Mc remembered the roller blades she got from Sam's shop. Things could go by faster, but would Azul let her do that in the restaurant? It wouldn't hurt to ask, right?

"I HAVE THE GREATEST IDEA!" It was so busy even Azul was helping around the kitchen.

"You do Angelfish?"

"Yes..? I need to go back to my dorm!" Grim watches from the counter as Mc runs out of the Monstro leaving a stunned Azul, "FNAG!? WAIT MC! take me with you.."

No longer than thirty minutes until MC returns. She was in her yassified version of the octavinelle uniform. She had on a more fitted shirt, a scarf she turned into an ascot with the dorm crest embroidered on it, a black skater skirt lined with grey and purple, and the crowning jewel, her skates.

With a new found speed and a bright smile, the sound of the wheels squeaking on the marble floor, the clinks of plates, and the oohs and aahs of the guests filled the restaurant. Some started to film the spectacle of the girl balancing the trays of food while skating around the restaurant.

This had the opposite effect of what they wanted. The line seemed to double over the course of an hour wanting to see the famous carhop waitress, and people began demanding Mc to do tricks. It also didn't help when people she knew started stopping in as they wanted to talk to her, like when Kalim and his family stopped in and bought everything on the menu. So when the week came to a close, Azul decided a "farewell family special" was a great idea, but to everyone's dismay, Mc and Grim took the day off. Azul had Jade and Flyod try to skate around, but to cataclismic disater.

[honeyfizzly]

Giving my opinions about all the yttd designs because I can lmao, warning for some spoilers (mostly when talking about the dolls lol)

Sara chidouin- her hair really isn't that bad, like it dosent make sense much but it's not the worse hair style I've ever seen (nor is the worst in the game).

Uniform is basic but I like how Sara wears her uniform properly compared to Joe, showing that she's the more responsible one out of the two.

Joe tazuna- when I played yttd with a friend we both called Joe "sonic" because of his spiky hair. So his spiky hair will always be awesome to me.

Other than that, I like the dog motifs (like the Keychain and lil bone). His uniform also has his blazer unbuttoned and sleeves rolled up, showing up that he's more of the carefree one of the two.

Mishima- not sure how an 30 year old would have their hair gone already grey so I feel like he really should've been made older.

Alot of his character is carried by his posture (with his odd pose and mad man smile) while his clothes are kinda plain. His glasses are cool though, they're very small and realistically wouldn't be covering his eyes but I think it helps serve his design rather than take away.

Kai- not much to say about his design, androgynous and mysterious looking which is a pretty good combo imo. I like how the apron is a warm color compared to his very dark pallette.

Reko- pretty good punk looking lady, her pallette is pretty dark with splashes with bright red and yellow. There's really nothing much to say about her since she's fine, maybe adding more yellow with some more piercings like nose piercings?

Alice- his hair is so weird in my opinion and I feel like he could've gotten a better hair cut, but I do like how vertical stripes are a constant motif in his design. His prison uniform is basic with nothing of note and the chains aren't too distracting.

Nao egokoro- I think softer colors would've worked with her better but other than that she's fine i guess. Maybe more accessories or more obviously art related stuff on her? Like some paints splashed on her overalls could've been nice.

Kanna- the bucket is very cute I will defend it with my life. The red is her skirt dosent look that good to me and I would've preferred it to be the same pink as her tie on uniform. I like all the greens in her pallet though, I think green is a good color for her.

Sou- his color pallet is kinda everywhere 😭 purples, reds, greens, blues, and brown. I wish it was a more organized pallet and should've stuck with reds (for the scarf, it's kinda important so can't be taken away) green and a little bit of blue.

Keiji- his hair color is so ugly I'm sorry 😭 litteraly looks like a durian. I wish a more desaturated yellow was chosen for the hair.

Other than that he's pretty good, looks like a suspicious man which he's presented as the beginning. I don't really think he needs to look like a "cop" because he isn't one and that's not what is trying to be conveyed with his design.

Gin- sweet sweet boy, very good design. Looks like a little boy with an special interest with animals.

Only complaint is that maybe something alligator themed could've been add in his design cause alligators are cannonical his favorite animal. Dosent have to be anything big maybe just a key chain or an scale pattern somewhere.

Ranmaru- I like how his design directly contrasts Joe (Joe being very bright and in your face with his colors, while Ranmaru is basically black and white). Other than that nothing much to say.

(3b spoilers) I do think his logic route sprite is interesting cause the eyes change color, so maybe there's a symbolic meaning to how a character's eyes are drawn? Also his hair becomes more fluffier but also spikier too, so it's shows that he's kinda unhinged and dangerous (compared to how his hair is usually well kept)

Anzu- very cute but she dosent scream "clown" other than her little jester shoes that are only in the Keychain merch. Her being a clown could've been pushed more and maybe she could've had some subtly clown make up or her hoodie could've been made to look like a jester's hat.

Hayasaka- very basic looking and his outfit is pretty similar to mishima's. His body posture kinda carries all of his personality instead of his actual outfit.

Kurumada- his hair is very fun 10/10 but I wish his outfit was more striking like how his hair is. Also since his eyebrows are always furrowed it looks like he dosent have eyebrows😭

Mai- I love her big stupid bread hat, very nice and striking part of her design. Her design is very nice with its lovely warm colors but she also looks very similar to a floor master??? Like she could pass as a floormaster most definitely, idk if that's intentional I just find it weird.

Hinako- her anatomy is weird with her tiny little stick legs and her hair is an bright color of pink which I personally didn't like at first but it's grown on me.

I feel like a longer skirt would've worked better for her but I do like how her hands are always shoved in her pockets, it's somewhat stand off-ish body language.

Sue miley- I wish the dessert she was based on was more obvious but I kinda feel in love with her design when I first saw it. I love how melty the chocolate parts of her clothes are and I love the spiky hair.

Her "pre asunaru" design is simple but nice, she looks not unhinged and just a science lady.

Tia safalin- love love her design! Her food theme is much clearer and I like the ribbons and witchy hat. Her design is very nice to look at imo. I wish her boots weren't that ugly though (I get that it's meant to match with ranger but the brown color dosent fit)

Rio ranger- I like how cluttered and chaotic it is, and his little mouth signs are an awesome idea. My only complaint is that the ice cream seems kinda tacked on for the dessert theme and dosent really fit.

Midori- pretty solid design, his eyes are creepy with how they're wide open and starring straight at you. He's also very in your face with how he's leaning directly towards you too.

The red scarf and green hair combo works here cause of how little colors are in his pallet (only really black, red, green and sometimes yellow depending on the sprite)

Gashu- he looks like an classy older looking man. The turtle neck is nice and his posture is very ridged which makes his one "freak out" sprite in main game stand out way more. Not much else to say.

Maple- I love how pancakes and syrup are litterally on her hair, it's so cute and a unique detail. Maple has a cute maid outfit(at least it looks like a maid outfit to me lol) with a skirt thats litterally syrup which is super cute as well. Her design is very cute lol.

[stillbandofbrothersthirsty]

How Do You Feel

PART 5 (heads up, this part is pretty angsty compared to the other parts)

Julia never knew the pain of time before that week. The boys had left for Upottery Airfield at the end of the month, leaving her behind with a scattering of staff - mostly females - in Aldbourne. In one fell swoop, Julia had been separated from her boss, best friend, and their family of Easy Company men. She felt purposeless. Each minute of the day was spent either trying to gather any tidbit of information she could or trying to get the time to pass faster.

There was work to be done but there was no urgency to it as all of Aldbourne held their breath waiting for the paratroopers to make their first jump into Europe. Finally, on June 6th, the news of the invasion arrived. The news must have reached them after the men had already landed, Julia thought. All of Julia willed George to be among the paratroopers who made it to the ground. They were separated by roughly 376 miles but it might as well have been another universe. The things he would face were beyond her imagination, but the notion that he hadn’t even made it to the fight was even more unthinkable. Across the channel George’s training was kicking in. As a radioman, he carried more weight than the average rifleman. This responsibility had once been a joke; of course, George Luz was a radioman, he had the largest mouthpiece in the company. In training, it had been a piece of cake. George picked up the shorthand and coded language like it was nothing. But no one had prepared him for what it meant to be the vessel of all communication - or lack there off. No one had prepared him for how helpless it felt listening to officers with thinly veiled panic in their voices shouting for support. No one had prepared him for the desperate feeling of being the one on the radio hoping and praying that the person on the other end understood your request, and would show up for you. Only in the quiet moments at night when it was dark would George allow himself to think of Julia. He didn’t want to associate her face with a bloodied corpse he would inevitably pass. He couldn’t bear to imagine her laugh among the gunfire. In the states, in England, they had shared a paradise and now he was in hell; there was no reconciling the two worlds. The near month in France took everything out of George. It was one thing to be physically exhausted, but his soul was worn down. He was more than aware of how he was seen in the company. He couldn’t let his guard down for the Germans or for his comrades. If the clown stopped smiling how would anyone else know when to smile? Julia anxiously received the few letters George managed to write. By the time they reached her, they were worn from water and the exchange of hands but she was grateful to have them anyways. Each letter she received meant he was still alive. All around her, the staff and ladies of Aldbourne received letters, each one affirmed George’s survival. His death would have been mentioned by someone because everyone knew George Luz, Julia’s George. Leading up to D-Day, George and Julia’s antics had grown beyond subtle. Their intimacy had become an unspoken, accepted fact of life in Aldbourne. Julia’s romance with Chuck was an often forgotten memory. But no one knew what the true nature of their relationship was, including George and Julia. While the troops were in France, Julia’s colleagues awkwardly stumbled across polite inquiries regarding George’s wellbeing. Was he a friend or a romantic partner? Perhaps something more considering their intimate relations. Julia didn’t know, nor really cared how they defined it because in her mind she was simply waiting for her best friend. Her patience was rewarded at the end of the month when a bedraggled Easy Company made their way back to Aldbourne. George trundled along the rain-worn roads of the English countryside in a lorry, Frank Perconte to his left and Buck Compton to his right. He was cracking jokes; though the men were exhausted the adrenaline of relief coursed through them. They had survived D-Day plus some and were back in England to tell their tales. Men chattered excitedly about hot meals, pretty women, and where they would take their leave. It sounded like a coalition was forming in favor of London. That sounded pretty good to George. All he wanted was to get blindingly drunk and cause a lot of mischief with his best friends - excluding Julia. The places and things the soldiers had in mind for London were not appropriate for a lady, even George’s easy-going, tough-as-nails Julia. George spotted Julia immediately as his lorry rolled onto the base. She was dressed in civilian clothes, a bright yellow dress that had to be new. He had never seen her in it before and he would have remembered if he had because she shone like a ray of sunshine. George swung his body out of the truck, throwing his rucksack on his back. Julia stood at the center of a group of women, half in uniforms, half in civilian clothes. She searched the crowd of incoming soldiers for George. As soon as she spotted him she rushed towards him, flinging her body into his arms when they met. “You’re back,” Julia sighed a deep sigh of relief. George gripped her tightly, “thanks for waiting.” Julia stepped back from him with a wide smile, the beginning of tears formed in her eyes. 

“Hey, hey,” George said lightly, “none of that. Don’t go soft on me now!” Julia laughed, a sound that caused George’s heart to soar. She wiped the tears away with a smile, “I’m just so glad you’re back! Now I’ll save some money on postage.” “Pretty sure you get the same military allowance I do,” George said, “by the way, I love the dress!” “Yeah?” Julia twirled on the spot, “your favorite color.” George tried to keep his smile cool. Yeah, she was his best friend, of course, she knew his favorite color. But something warmed his heart to think she took his preference into consideration when she purchased it. “Great for summer,” he said. The first days of his return were spent in bliss. George thanked all of his lucky stars each day for returning him to his paradise. Winters wasn’t about to let the men slip; he had training exercises and calisthenics planned for each day. But George found himself with more free time than before D-Day and he easily slipped back into his routine of visiting Julia both during the day and at night. The men were granted one week off and the majority of Easy Company decided to go to London. Winters warned them that they were still paratroopers, they needed to maintain the dignity of their uniforms. His words were of no consequence because a new energy had grown in each surviving man. There was a new wildness about them, a vivaciousness that could only be satisfied by debauchery. It was only in George’s nature to lead the charge, along with Bill Guarnere, John Martin, Floyd Talbert, Don Malarkey, Joe Toye, and the other gambling-fan, oversexed paratroopers. To say the least, the week in London was wild. Gambling and drinking ran rampant as relieved soldiers from across England filtered into the city. Money, alcohol, and women kept the men busy and got them into trouble. Headlines in the paper joked that the American’s had done more damage to the city than the blitz. One evening when George was particularly drunk he followed Bill and Joe into a particularly seedy bar near Piccadilly Circus. Bill introduced him and Joe to a few women he had met the previous night. George felt reckless with the alcohol coursing through his veins so when the thought of Julia crept into his mind he had no regard to how their relationship had evolved over the last few months. More importantly, he disregarded rule number five. George didn’t wear a condom that night, a realization he had when he woke up in a panic at 7 am the next day in a stranger's bed. George didn’t say anything about the week to Julia when he returned. He brushed off her questions with short answers about how it was fun and a great time with the guys. Rumors swirled around Aldbourne about how raucous of a time the men had had. The non-specific gossip only made Julia smile and shake her head. The boys deserved a fun time, she thought. It was perfectly understandable that they had wanted to blow off some steam. But the energy changed between her and George when he returned from London. The honeymoon period that had experienced upon his arrival was over and George suddenly felt like a foreigner to her. He was himself, but different. There was an edge to him that hadn’t been there before. It was faint, just a whisper in his eyes when he told a joke, but Julia could sense it. He was still quick to laugh but there was an occasional bitterness to it. As a couple, they grew more reckless. Not in their playful disregard for subtly but in their intimacy. They had been diligently safe before D-Day but since George’s return, there were more and more instances of not using protection. Whenever paranoia crept into George’s mind the reckless monster that had latched onto him since coming back reared its ugly head. Fuck it. He thought. He didn’t care. In turn, Julia found herself lacking the energy to remind him. In the moments they shared she was so desperate to connect with him that she ached for the closeness of his raw body. “George?” Julia whispered. There was no answer. Maybe he was asleep, she thought. They had only finished having sex a few moments ago but when Julia returned from cleaning up George was turned away from her. She gently placed a palm on his back. The smallest connection. On the other side of the bed, George was awake, starring into the darkness. He wanted nothing more than to roll over into her arms but he couldn’t bring himself to move. Any clear thought refused to form in his brain. He barely noticed the heavy wetness forming in his eyes as he searched the wall for the strength to return to his former self. In France, the nights had offered the greatest respite. But in Aldbourne, it was the days that George preferred. The days meant comfortable routine, people to laugh and joke with, and sunshine without shrapnel raining down. At night George couldn’t see anything except for scenes of destruction painted on the back of his eyelids. “How did you feel about your competition?” Floyd Talbert teased Julia one day at lunch. “What?” Julia asked innocently biting into an apple. George squirmed down on the bench beside her. “What’re we talkin’ about?” he asked.



“Apparently I’ve got some competition,” Julia smiled playfully at George but there was a hesitance in her eyes. George’s stomach clenched. It wasn’t as if he was forbidden to be with other women. For all intents and purposes, nothing had changed regarding their agreement and Julia understood that. George’s guilt came from the uncertainty of whether or not he had contracted anything from his lustful night in London. It was a thought he had had a few times since reuniting with Julia but his reckless monster always tamped down the guilt. “Is that so?” George deflected as he pushed the food around on his tray. “Don’t worry Jules,” Floyd reassured her, “you’ve got his heart. He had to pay for it!” “Actually, we covered it,” Joe Toye grumbled from down the table. “Ol' George couldn’t locate his wallet,” Bill chortled from beside Joe, “it’s alright, we told him he gets to cover us next time we go.” Julia chuckled along with the men’s laughs but George didn’t miss the flint-like look in her eyes. “Paid for it, George?” Julia didn’t wait long to ask. She cornered him soon as they exited the mess hall. “Look, it was just a bit of fun,” George said calmly. “George, sleeping with women in town is one thing but a prostitute,” Julia hissed. “I didn’t know they were prostitutes!” George held his hands up in defense. Julia narrowed her eyes at him, “I have a hard time believing that.” “It doesn’t matter anyway, it’s my business. That was our agreement.” Julia’s mouth tightened into a thin line, “did you at least use protection?”



“What kind of question is that?”



“I have to ask, I’m sorry. I know it’s your business but with how irresponsible we’ve been lately I want to make sure - with a prostitute… they’re at much higher risk for disease.” “That’s not only my fault we haven’t been using protection, you could also remind-,” “George, you’re not answering my question.” Julia had her arms crossed across her chest, a desperate look was growing in her eyes. “I don’t have anything. No lumps, no bumps, nothing,” George said. “So you didn’t use a condom?” Julia raised her eyebrows. “No. I-I don’t know!” George said quickly. Julia’s face filled with thunder, “how do you not remember?” “I was drunk.” “I’ve seen you drunk. Even when you’re drunk off your ass you're coherent enough to remember if you used a condom or not!” “Jules-,”



“Answer the question, George!” Julia was nearly shouting now. “No.” Julia wanted to cry, from anger or from the hurt she didn’t know. George hung his head in shame. “Okay,” Julia did her best to keep her voice level, “thank you for being honest. But this,” she gestured between them, “is done.” Julia walked down the road towards her office. “Julia!” George stumbled after her, “Julia, no, I didn’t do anything wrong!” “George you broke rule number five! No bringing anything back!” “I didn’t bring anything back! I told you I don’t have-,”


Julia whirled on him, “even if there are no lumps, bumps, or whatever who knows what you could be carrying! And that doesn’t even matter because we were together as soon as you got back from London before you would have known if your dick was all bumpy!” she gestured angrily at him. “You betrayed my trust, George! This makes me feel unsafe.”


A knot formed in George’s throat at her words. “Jules, I-,” “Just,” Julia sighed and held her hands up in exasperation, “leave me alone. Give me some space.” George watched helplessly as Julia walked back to headquarters. He wanted to be angry with her, she was over-reacting, he thought. Just wait until he told Perco about how irrational she was being, Frank would take his side. But really, George felt terrible. His rational brain realized how much he had messed up. By the grace of God, he had been returned to his paradise only to burn it down with his own stupidity.

[helbramstrauma]

Tobio Kageyama Aerialist Headcanon

This is another installment of the Haikyu with dancers or different types of performing arts. You can find the rest of the series either looking at the Haikyu x Dancers tag or this masterlist. I think I am going to do all of the headcanons first then come back and do the one-shots for them, however, I might change my mind. I have never done anything Aerial related so I watched and read up on the skill and it is incredibly interesting, so I just wanted to share this video about a Cirque de Soleil performer, as I think it was the most useful to help me understand the day to day life of an aerialist.

Before he met you he didn't realize the circus was more than clowns and lion tamers.

Once he finds out about the other circus performance he researches them to impress you

It doesn't really work because he just said different acts and what they did, but it's the thought that counts

He probably doesn't come to see you practice often because he is usually at practice with his team, so he doesn't really know how good you are until he sees you perform for the first time

Then he will rush after practice to see your workout at the gym

However, when he gets to the door he doesn't have a pass to get in or a membership. So he just kind of waits for you to get out to walk you home

The receptionist thought he was loitering but they don't say anything because they were intimidated.

Once you walk out and see him, you are able to get Kageyama a pass to spectate, but you look back at the situation and laugh

One time he walked in on you cutting holes in your uniform and he got really concerned. You had to explain that you needed to create some openings so your harness can fit in

Every time he visits you at practice, he will bring you some form of caffeine as he knows you need it.

When you get into costume for shows he is kind of terrified

Mostly because of the make-up you do, he was taken aback by how well it is done and how out there the colors are

But he eventually gets used to it and grows to love it.

Kageyama will learn to do make-up so he can spend time with you before performances, and he gets really good at it.

The first time he offered you said no, but you started letting him do your makeup for practice- and eventually he got superb at it

When he first saw you practice he was a little cocky, thinking he can do everything you could do

But that fantasy was short-lived when he actually first tried it, he is not nearly as flexible as he thought and he underestimated the core strength even more.

He will start stretching with you because he wants to be with you more. But Tobio claims it is so he can become a better Volleyball player

Also, he will give messages afterward practices- he starts off horrendous at them but he gets way better with time.

[barschter000]

FANGAN CHARACTER DESIGNS YO HOLLER

I have been encouraged to post some of my fangan peeps' appearances and I shall do so with gratitude

Baiko Omori - Ultimate Lucky Student

Fitting his talent, Baiko looks average. His skin is tan from working in the sun and under his clothes, he is built quite wiry. He has an oval face and clean skin. His slim lips are always curved into a mysterious, blank smile and has a small, straight nose; the rest of his facial features are hidden by his bangs. He has rectangular, attentive, deep and soft blue eyes that display his emotions very clearly.

Baiko wears a dark blue turtleneck sweater and a used-looking light brown trench coat with a stand-up collar and big buttons that reaches his knees. Latter belonged to his grandfather. The collar of the turtleneck conceals an old scar across his throat that was stretched as he grew. He wears straight dark brown suit pants and shiny brown business shoes. He also carries a golden pocketwatch around his neck.

Baiko has long, dark brown hair and his slightly-tousled bangs reach over his eyes and up to the middle of the bridge of his nose. His hair dips a little into the collar of his coat, then bends and continues outside of the collar until his waist. He has an ahoge which curls to a square with soft edges.

Ei Hagakure - Ultimate Ghost Whisperer

Ei is a tall and lanky girl. She has dark skin and in her underweight phases, her bone structure becomes visible. She has a long face with half-closed eyes that make her look smug. Ei has three earlobe piercings on each ear. There are a hanging golden star and moon, a glob of green goo, an eyeball, a cartoon ghost, dango-like puffy balls colored gradient purple and a button.

Ei has dark-brown, almost black, frizzly hair that she keeps in two big buns on her head. Strands are falling into her face and framing her jaw. Inside her two buns, she keeps the antennas of her gear. They extend when she is scared.

Ei wears a lab coat that she has dyed pink. The symbol of her university is printed on the coat's lapel. Under her coat, she wears a loose t-shirt with a light-blue and yellow batik design that is stuffed in her pants. Her sweatpants-like pants are dark purple with a sand-colored strap and (the area on the end of a sweatpants where it tightens around the leg).

Ei's ghost detection device hangs around her neck. It is a vintage lunchbox with a surreal motto on it. One side is filled with a monitor, the other with three speed-indicator-like displays and a foldable keyboard.

Etsuya Iwata - Ultimate Opera Singer

Etsuya has an average body build and a slim face. He wears make-up, dark lilac-blue eyeshadow and thick eyeliner. He also added an artificial beauty mark above his upper lip. Etsuya has brown, rectangular eyes, so dark that they seem black.

As for clothing, Etsuya wears a mix of costumes for his roles. He wears a white loose shirt which is stuffed inside a dark red long and wide skirt with a golden vine pattern. A golden, glittery matador jacket is draped over his shoulders. A tag saying “Prop for: Etsuya Iwata'' is attached to its collar. Additionally, he wears dark brown slippers.

He has blond hair and styles it to round, big curls into a ponytail. A rose is tucked behind his ear.

(Etsuya is kinda just entirely based on the opera "Carmen" aksjjs)

Hideaki Yukiyama - Ultimate Mathematician

Hideaki is a small, thin boy. He has a round face and big, circular bright green eyes. He has a button nose and is usually seen with a wide grin. Hideaki styles his red hair to part in the middle and stick to the side like a clown or an owl.

Hideaki’s daily attire consists of a button-up shirt that looks three sizes too big for his frame, shorts and mid-calf high socks. The shirt is half black and half white, the black part is made out of velvet and has arithmetic operators in all colors and sizes on them. A cheap squirting prank flower is attached to the collar. His socks are green and red striped. His shorts and shoes are part of the uniform of his boarding school, his shorts are therefore strictly gray and straight and his shoes neatly shiny black.

(tbh I'm not satisfied with Hideaki's design yet. His early design was way too bright and chaotic but this one is kinda.... too dark and gray when I imagine Hideaki? I can recolor the shirt in also green/red but I fear that that's too much on the eye??? Idk man I'm an absolute fashion disaster and so is Hideaki am9sjehe)

Ichini - Ultimate Robotics Engineer

To be honest, I have a vision of Ichini but I don't have details since I haven't really done much with robots before. What I know that Ichini is absolutely massive and mostly uses angled shapes. Xe is a robot from the neck down. Xe has square, bulging shoulders, thick arms and giant hands. Instead of feet, xe just has flat metal clumps. In general, xe is very unproportional, wide torso, slim hips, short legs, also considering that xir head is still human and way too small for the rest of xir body. Xir hair is jet black with a cyan stripe, it's styled into one giant spike or multiple spikes that stand up from the back of xir head.

Jun Nagao - Ultimate Escapologist

Jun is of nearly average build, just a little thinner and smaller. His complexion is sickly. He has a round face. Due to his facioplegia, his expression is always stern, almost annoyed. His thin, straight eyebrows, slim lips and empty, light-gray eyes play a role in that. His brown hair is shaven. At the back of his head is a bald spot where the weapon hit that knocked him unconscious.

(The same weapon (probably a bat, a pipe or a baton) caused his head injury that lead to the paralysis of his face. It was the first abduction incident.)

He wears a long-sleeve shirt which is a bit oversized and of a yellow that almost seems dirty. The sleeves end in black leather and have a leather strip with a small buckle attached to them. The leather ends are folded up as not to hinder Jun's hands. The sleeves can be fixated like a straitjacket like a belt on several points on his chest and back, the other straps lined up in two rows like trench coat buttons. The leather looks used.

His tight pants are black and gray striped, horizontally but swirling down his legs. They're held up by an old brown leather belt with metal-rimmed holes on the entirety of it. On each belt loop hangs a different type of lock. Jun wears a chain around his neck like a necklace. The keys hanging from the chain fit the locks on his hip. In between the keys, two bobby pins can also be found.

He wears clunky-looking black boots that reach a little over his ankle, so that the ends of his pant legs disappear in the shoe. The black and yellow shoelaces are tied strangely and differently on each boot.

Kaida Tsutsumi - Ultimate Stock Broker

Kaida is small for her age and has inherited the classic looks of her family: slim, blonde hair and semi-rimless glasses. Her hair is cropped short and parted to a formal side parting. Her clothes are very formal as well: She wears a full, dark green suit, a white shirt and a tie that is held in place by a silver tie pin.

(Hm, I feel like Kaida needs more details in her designs and I really don't know what since they gotta relate to her talent somewhat.)

Kyo Kido - Ultimate Horror Author

Kyo is tall but his bent posture decreases his height. Though he is lanky, he has broad shoulders that don't quite fit him.

Kyo has a long face with slim features and high cheekbones. There are dark circles from tiredness under his white eyes. His hair is straight and dark blue; one side of his head is shaven, the other grown out to his shoulder.

He wears very casual clothing, a black t-shirt with a grey skull on the breast pocket stuffed into black ripped jeans, and worn, dirty white sneakers. Over the t-shirt, he wears a blue checkered flannel shirt. The t-shirt and jeans have strange red stains on them.

(idk if I'll add that as "OfFicIaL" but I just had the most random thought, what if the stains were soup stains that didn't wash out and that's why he doesn't like soup kjwjeheehe, everyone is like "Oh my God, that's probably blood on his clothes, eek, that's so creepy!" and Kyo is just standing there with his soup stains)

Maxis von Läuterbach - Ultimate Knight

Maxis is tall and wiry, however, seems slender. Because they are half-German, half-Novoselic, their complexion is accordingly Caucasian. They have yellow eyes with slits which makes them look dragon-like. They also have a big hawk nose and slim lips. Their hair is of a rather dirty blond, reaches to their chin and is parted in the middle. A golden circlet is placed on their brow.

Maxis' outfit is inspired by German medieval fashion and is mostly in blue and green. They wear a light blue tunic with a damask pattern and a golden belt where they keep their sheathed sword, a long cape, tight leggins, and loose brown leather boots.

(For reference, I searched up some medieval clothing, found this and took inspiration from the guy with the green cape in the bottom right corner. Fun fact, that guy is labeled with "Fürst" which translates to "prince", so yeah even in their clothing, Maxis goes full "You have reached the house of unrecognized talent.")

Miyoko Iwata - Ultimate DJ

Miyoko dresses in loose, mostly white clothing that is splattered with neon green, blue, yellow and pink paint. Her outfit consists of an old jeans jacket, a loose top, and wide ripped pants. She has styled her white hair into many independent ponytails. Most of her face, meaning half of her forehead, her eyes, and half of her cheeks, are covered by her visor. It is a black display with a white rim that displays kaomoji-like eyes in correspondence to her current mood. She has brightly painted nails.

(Yeah, Miyoko just goes >o<. Also when she is so utterly disappointed by something that she doesn't even have words for it, I imagine her visor just displays "......" Also I may or may not have stolen that visor idea and design from Godot from Ace Attorney but yeah, I did.)

Rokuro Nakatani - Ultimate Fraud

Rokuro has a slim, femininely shaped body and a chiseled face. He has slick black hair, one strand is falling into his face. In the style of a true con man, he wears a black suit without a tie and a long coat with a fur collar over his shoulders. His eyes are colored like emeralds and there is always a smug smile on his thin lips. Rokuro wears elaborate earrings and a myriad of big rings with gemstones set in them.

Shiori Ishimaru-Owada - Ultimate Team Captain

Shiori is tall and is built athletically, so she has broad shoulders and is decently muscular. She has an angular face, round eyes and short bushy eyebrows. Her eye color is a sort of pinkish. She has thin faded cut scars on her entire face. Her hair is brown-blackish, sorta shaggy and tamed into the stump of a ponytail. Bangs still fall in her face.

Shiori is dressed according to her talent and mostly in the colors of her ice hockey team: blue and orange. She wears a training jacket with the name of her team on the front and her surname and her number, 11, on the back, orange sport shorts which expose her toned legs, blue sneakers and a simple white shirt.

In addition, she has an elastic sport bandage around her left ankle and blue boxing bandages around her wrists and palms.

Tamae Shiroma - Ultimate Whistleblower

Tamae is a small, chubby girl. She is snuggled into comfortable clothing: a dark blue hoodie, black sweatpants and sneakers. She mostly wears her hood up and under it, a baseball cap that she can pull into her face to hide it. Under her cap, some of her locks spring out onto her forehead. Her hair is dyed lightly purple and she has an undercut at whose sides the dye is fading and her natural hair color, black, is coming through. Most of her hair is hidden under her cap though.

She has a round face, a big nose and squinting ink-black eyes. Her eyebrows aren't dyed and bushy and slightly bent upwards.

[queenofallimagines]

I found you blog today and I love everything about it. It’s nice to finally be able to read something as a black girl that I can relate to with my favorite bnha characters. Can you do a headcannon for black reader whose thick and can twerk her ass off with Bakugou, Deku, Todoroki, and Kirishima reactions and thoughts on seeing her dance like that

Okay so this has been here for a while but dam if it wasn’t the best to write also this took two days BC i kept falling asleep off the itis(when you eat too much and get sleepy) and stopping lmao

Kirishima:

- flustered

- Can’t even look at you

- If you throw it back like that

- Whew he’s gon he shook

- He literally can’t even

- Will try to approach you softly

- “What,,,, ya doing there.”

- “Showing shoes really thotiana.”

- Lmao ard time to head out

- He’s so confused

- Will dance with you when more comfortable tho

- He got a lil lean with it lmao

- Mostly just crip walks

- He’s gunna ask you to dance for him in private later

- If he catches you alone

- It’s to time

- We bout to buss it down FRFR in here

- He will think you’re super confident BC he could never

- If you twerk in him his quirk will activate on accident

Todoroki:

- he’s stoic

- He will be completely still

- What is this???? Lee’s movement

- Will do hella research

- Learns he’s an ass man

- When you clap those cheeks he’s in heaven

- “Thank you lord.”

- Like dam throwing it back for a real one huh?

- He’s gunna rip your booty later

- Like he just gotta touch it

- “Your,,, hand is on my ass shoto.”

- “It’s comfy right there.”

- Lmaooo okay clown

- He’s gunna be flustered but in secret

- You find out tho and send him a twerk video

- 5 hours later he sends back

- “Thanks.”

- Like sir we know you was beating off

- Let’s relax out here

Deku:

- closet freak is shook

- You can do that??? With your ass??

- He already knew you were dummy thick but w o a h

- You can clap without hands??

- Bet

- He’s gunna grab a handful of that ass and squeeze

- Plays slap ass all week lmao

- Hands in your back pocket

- Feeling you up after class

- Snack that ass hard when all getting freaky

- Just a permanent hand mark there

- “Property of the #1 hero Deku.”

- He’s the real fool

- Might eat your ass if he’s feeling it

- Will want to do anal or reverse cowgirl to watch your ass bounce

- Plays Marvin Gaye just BC he’s a real dumbass

Bakugou:

- ard this fool is a cherry boy

- Not a total sex god

- Not yet anyway

- He’s flustered like a teenager

- He’s gunna be red and stuttering

- Will stare at your ass for like 5 days before he asks you to sit on his face

- And even then it’s in a low tone of voice

- Lmao he’s def gunna buy you booty shorts to wear around his dorm

- It’s like a uniform at this point

- Shorts and his hoodie

- Panty sniffing for sure

- He’s a pervert like izuku

- But he’s not as bold

- He will let you gag him with your fancy underwear and ride him

- He’s a sub too

- Sub leaning switch

[abjectaspiringfailure]

I've seen posts arguing that Anteiku (and by extension :re) didn't really practice coexistence. While it advocated peace towards humans it had no human staff, and it's members would kill humans if necessary. That being said, do you think Koma and Irimi secretly despised humans? During the Anteiku raid, Irimi called Hachikawa a "dirty little human" after he insulted her, and Koma mockingly stated humans had such dull senses. In regards to Koma, in :re 104 he agrees when Kaneki tells him to "hold

down the fort,“ and Irimi notes that he didn’t want to go to begin with. This is in contrast with the aogiri arc of the previous series, when Yoshimura told him to stay at Anteiku while they rescued Kaneki, he expressed disappointment that he wouldn’t be able to "go wild.” I think I might have realized why he didn’t want to go. Part of the mission involved fighting the Clowns for the CCG (the organization that destroyed Anteiku and killed all of his old friends), and the other part was obtaining suppressants for Akira Mado (an investigator who fought in the Anteiku battle).

TG 130

So for Kaya and Koma, I don’t think they despised humans. I think they had racial attitudes like most characters in TG, certainly, but I don’t get the impression they despised humanity. Kaya insulting an enemy doesn’t mean much outside of her personal attitude. For example, Kaya saving an elderly woman she didn’t know, even if she’s being disrespectful towards her. Koma’s lamentations seems more like it’s him joking more than anything to me.

It’s possible he didn’t want to be involved with fighting the Clowns for the CCG to save an investigator, but in the end they were being framed for mass bombings so he’d have to get involved. That was the primary reason that GOAT decided to get involved to begin with.

As for the coexistence thing. I think this touches on their attitudes. Anteiku taught people that the system was okay and that rebellion was hopeless, so you should just accept it, so as to minimize casualties. I think Anteiku encouraged complacency and acceptance of circumstances, rather than coexistence. We see this even before we have the bigger picture, with Kaneki being advised by Yoshimura that he needs to accept his circumstances, and we see this with Touka and many other ghouls under Yoshimura, which I’ll get into just below. And the reason why is simple

TG 119, TG 48, TG 124

Yoshimura refuses to actively oppose V for much of the series, directly working for them. I feel like this is skipped over in a lot of discussion surrounding the character and Anteiku’s role in the original Tokyo Ghoul, but it’s very important to understanding the decisions he made.

Anteiku members as a whole are not a part of V, but Kuzen is until he’s excommunicated in chapter 125. That’s why every time he “goes to work” he’s wearing the V uniform, and Kuzen himself makes clear he’s still a member of V, just not as a member of its death squads. You can piece together his role and its philosophy. Kuzen was still acting in the role of a peace maker, just not through violence. He voiced acceptance of living in the bird cage.

TG TG;re 63 TG 112, 113,

All of Kuzen’s recruits from before the series, that is, Kaya, Koma, and Yomo, are either stated or implied to be investigator hunters. These are characters who threaten V’s power and upset the status quo they’ve created. If ghouls are focusing on investigator hunting, they’re weakening the CCG’s grasp and thus causing or increasing the chance of indirect damage to V and its ideology. They’re giving people the impression that rebellion against the status quo is possible.

He made minor rebellious efforts against V, (hiding Rize, for example) but he mostly kept his head down and apparently just did what he was told. That is,, until Aogiri Tree started breaking the cage, and he had already handed over the metaphorical reigns with regards to Eto and the next shop onto Kaneki, Yomo, and Touka. Then he finally made a stand, though it was… pointless.

TG 5, TG 13

Anteiku doesn’t attempt to stop humans from being predated upon, and supposedly Yomo and Touka, who aren’t exactly minor players in the scheme of the Anteiku organization, get their meat from kills. Anteiku does provide “moral meat” but it also designates areas to be hunting grounds for ghouls to predate. It won’t even protect its human customers if they’re being targeted by ghouls, with ghouls being expected to protect humans they didn’t want eaten, like Kaneki and Hide.

TG 52, 16

For what I was talking about above with Yoshimura pacifying members of Anteiku - look at Aogiri Tree’s rebellion. Banjou didn’t think rebellion against the CCG was possible, because defeating the investigators is supposedly something that will just lead to the investigators immediately sending more and crushing you. Except that’s not what happens. It calls back to Touka’s idea that was dismissed as hopeless by Kuzen and Yomo. Except it’s not. Touka’s idea actually could work, to some extent. This is part of her foiling with Eto.

But Aogiri Tree also polices ghouls that don’t join their cause that they don’t go on a rampage, and instead feed on investigators. We can see how bad this policing can get for ghouls with the Aogiri escape arc. There’s a reason why the CCG was able to keep quiet that Aogiri Tree controlled multiple wards and removed the CCG’s ability to fight back, outside of leaks on the internet, and why they covered up Aogiri’s existence as long as they could.

TG 16

Which to Yoshimura isn’t worth it. “You should just accept the way things are now and not try to change anything”. Anteiku’s version of coexistence was given V’s stamp of approval. It doesn’t actually work though, because it’s just concessions in the hopes the people you’re attempting to placate won’t just eventually come after you anyway for reasons outside of your control. Which doesn’t work too well. Especially in a situation where the goal of the organization you’re facing is genocide.

Sorry this took so long. I know you were more focusing on Kaya and Koma in your question but the Anteiku coexistence thing really caught my attention and I think it directly relates. I don’t think Kaya and Koma despised humans. I think they had their racial biases, and I think there were humans they made clear they hated, but they did things that are inconsistent with a general hatred of humanity. Kaya in particular.

[world-of-horrors-au]

Horrors au - Horrors appearance headcanons

Jeff:

Same general coloration as expected - black hair, pale skin, etc. He was born with brown hair and dark blue eyes, but when he was born as a Horror, his body transformed. It had nothing to do with bleach, fire, or bullies.

He did give himself a 'smile' when he was born as a Horror, however it got horribly infected, and was eventually sewn up once he was picked up off the streets. There are scars where the cuts once were, along with one at the deepest part of the infection site.

Can't grow a beard, rip

Actually, he's completely hairless other than his head.

6'2 feet tall

Eyes look either gray or pale blue depending on the light

Clothing wise, the white bloody hoodie is how he's mostly pictured in the media. And he does wear white sweatshirts or hoodies when he wants to make an impact.

Around the others, though? Soft pajama bottoms in solid, dark colors, thin t shirts or sleeveless shirts, no shoes, even in the depths of the Forest. Will wear a dark hooded overcoat over his clothes in the rain.

Eyeless Jack:

Gray skin

Small, pointed ears

Traditional empty sockets full of black ooze. Despite the lack of eyes, he can see in his own way.

Brown hair, and lots of it. His hair grows very fast and thick. He doesn't bother to cut his hair until it's at his waist but does shave. He has semi permanent stubble on his face.

6'4

His mask is blue, of course, and stained from his mask. There's a faded smile painted over the mouth, just a thin, happy line, and a jagged cut on one eye hole where Briar attacked him during his first meeting.

He has wings. Draconic in style, they seem to shrink and grow as needed. They are the same color as his skin, with a blue tinted membrane and black stud like bumps on the top ridge and back.

His fingers and toes turn into claws at his command, turning black and sharp. Otherwise they are human like, with normal, blunt nails. His feet can transform into talons, five claws in front and one in back.

He doesn't have many different types of clothes. His black pants, dark shirt and hoodie are something of a uniform to him. He has multiple copies of each item.

No shoes. They get in the way and can be painful to try and transform his feet through.

Ben:

Blonde, fair skinned, freckles. Eyes are there but entirely black with a red pupil that grows and shrinks with his emotions.

Being a digital being, however, he can and does change his appearance with ease, and completely without warning.

One day, blonde hair just touching his next. The next, long blonde hair streaked red and in a spiked, sky high ponytail. The next, he's covered with tattoos, and his hair is a mohawk the color of the trans flag. The only thing that he doesn't change while being himself is his eyes.

Can be any height. Today he's 5'3. Tomorrow, 6'9. Doesn't like being too tall, he has trouble holding his form together.

He can transform himself into any person he has personally interacted with, or has a good amount of footage/photos of. When disguising himself, he does change the look of his eyes, but he dislikes it.

Yes he is trans, more info on that when his hc post comes out. He passes completely as male, looking next to nothing like he did while alive. He can transform into a woman if needed but he hates doing it as it gives him bad dysphoria and he'll need to abandon having a form at all to recover for a while.

Clothing is whatever the fuck he wants, it's all digital just like him. Catch him walking around in a crop top and a floor long neon green fur coat, or a graphic tee with two middle fingers over the boob area, or black pleather tights and a red sleeveless turtleneck. Whatever it is, it's probably not subtle.

He sometimes goes around naked to try and embarrass Briar. It almost always works.

Laughing Jack:

Doesn't look much different from how he's normally viewed. Tall monochrome clown man with ragged black hair, a pointy striped nose, and sharp teeth. His fingers are similar to Eyeless Jack's in that he can turn them into claws, only his claws are much bigger, and even when normal, the ends of his fingers are pointed, with sharp nails.

Is a living doll, whether that's obvious on the surface or not, so when you hug him he is soft and warm and a bit fuzzy under his clothes. Considering he's the cruelest of all the Horrors, it's very... weird.

His nose looks deadly sharp but in reality, when you press against it, it crinkles like foil, springing back into shape as if nothing happened when released. Press it in all the way and you will hear a honk. But don't. He hates that.

Anything he puts on magically becomes black and white, and regains its color when he takes it off. Similarly, anything he puts on magically becomes his size, which is good because this mofo is 7'3.

You will only see one color on this guy, and that's red - blood from his victims, or red from blushing. The guy doesn't have blood so there's no reason for him to blush but he does and it's probably better not to think about it too hard. (There's no reason for him to be able to eat either. Don't think on that either.)

Being a toy, he doesn't sweat. Blood tends to fade away off his body naturally. He hates water but will tolerate showers so long as he's not alone.

He likes patterns, textures, and anything fitting his antique/clown aesthetic. He will sometimes wear skirts and dresses for no reason other than he wants to. But all the patterns have to clash and everything must be extra as hell.

Briar:

Long black hair, down to her shoulder blades, gray eyes, fair skin with freckles on her cheeks, running down her neck to the rest of her body.

She keeps her hair in a ponytail most days, preferring a high placement, but if she just doesn't care she'll put it near her neck.

While she bears a passing resemblance to Jeff coloration wise I swear to God that's not intentional, I promise they're not related.

Fit. Despite loving her sweets, she eats as healthily as she can and goes on morning and evening runs, along with a quick body weight workout before work every day.

Her ears are pierced, though she never wears anything more remarkable than colored studs. Sometimes she'll wear silver roses.

Stretch marks. She was overweight as a child and teen and while the weight is gone, the stretch marks are still there. They're mostly on her sides, thighs and back. She's very sensitive about them due to years of bullying and comments from family members but tries not to let on about that.

Has many scars from early encounters with the early Horrors. While they are almost unnoticeable among humans, the intentionally caused scars, like the one on her shoulder where Eyeless bit her, become darker in their presence.

Sometimes paints her nails but prefers to not spend the effort unless something important is coming up.

She hated shaving her legs and never did it unless she had to. But like with Jeff, her body hair is falling out and not growing back in. Briar wears pants or leggings while out in public, just in case people catch on.

Her clothing preferences are casual but feminine. Mostly pants, short sleeved or three-quarter sleeved shirts. Mostly they're for warm weather as she lives and works in coastal South Carolina, but she's building up a collection of warmer jackets for the Forest, which is very, very different than the beach life her human coworkers love.

She loves roses and vine designs but in subtle amounts, she's not a fan of big patterns. Likes purples and blues and yellows with black and white. And lace, again in small amounts. But really she wears whatever she thinks is pretty.

Has army boots where she laced them up with lacy fabric trimmings from a work friend's sewing project. She never wears them anywhere because she'd hate to see them ruined.

Her work scrubs are either covered with cats, plants, or just solid colors. She thinks wearing cats on clothing can be tacky if it's too cartoony but she's working at a vet office, she may as well wear the colors proudly.

Secretly she thinks you're never fully dressed unless you've got some cat hair on you. She hasn't owned a cat since moving to South Carolina after college.

[snicketsleuth]

Slackin’ with the Sleuth: reviewing Netflix’s “The Ersatz Elevator”

At this point in my review of Netflix's adaptation, I feel like I should clarify something: in spite of everything, I love the show so far. As negative as my observations can be, they also reflect how tricky the original work was to adapt. Some polarizing choices were made, but we have yet to see or watch anything that would make us doubt the dedication and talent of its production team. The writing team has obviously spent sleepless nights trying to understand the point of the books, and the reason for their success.

Most Hollywood adaptations consist in superficial copy-pasting of "memorable" plot points, conglomeration of cliff notes devoid of any themes or commentary, stripped of all depth and substance. Mercifully this was not a case for "A Series of Unfortunate Events". In fact, the directors have repeatedly agreed to transgress unwritten rules of television writing and to push the boundaries of their format in order to deliver a satisfying adaptation. Fans whine, and they snicker, but that's their social function. Criticism hurts the most when it comes from people who know you the best and are actively trying to like you.

"The Austere Academy" was somewhat of a dud, so let's try to begin our analysis with something more positive. I have two questions: what is this second season's greatest accomplishment and why is it Esme Gigi Geniveve Squalor?

The answer, in both cases, actually owes to the books themselves. Watching the final result, it becomes obvious that Esme was actually easier to adapt on screen than Olaf, for one reason and one reason only: Count Olaf is not funny.  Yes, you heard me, and it bears repeating: Count Olaf is not "funny". That's a revisionist narrative (to which Daniel Handler sometimes adheres himself). Olaf makes jokes, jokes are made about him, and he has ridiculous moments, but that's true of ANY character in "A Series of Unfortunate Events". He's no more farcical than, say, Justice Strauss or Violet Baudelaire. We'll get back to that in my review of "The Hostile Hospital". Olaf as portrayed by Jim Carrey and Neil Patrick Harris is a perfectly fine character, who works within his setting, but it's essentially a new antagonist. Esme, however? Now that's a laugh riot. Whenever she's not being terrifying, she's being ridiculous and delivers some real gems in terms of ridiculousness. All in all, Esme, throughout the books, was already delivering what the Netflix writers needed and wanted. No adaptation necessary.

That's why Lucy Punch does justice to her book counterpart in a way Neil Patrick Harris and Jim Carrey never could. The fandom's reaction to her casting was, to put it fairly, lukewarm: there had indeed been a strong demand for a big-name actress to play the part. But as much as I dreamed of Lady Gaga embracing the role she was born for (if "American Horror Story: Hotel" is any indication), there is no room for improvement in Lucy Punch's performance. Actually, the casting of a too-well-known actress could have been a distraction: as hard as Neil Patrick Harris works to give Olaf his own personality, it's sometimes difficult not to see Barney Stinson or Doctor Horrible through his facial expressions. He does share an excellent chemistry with Punch, however, and her comical timing is golden. But most impressive, I think, is her ability to give that awful woman some manner of warmth and congeniality in her most despicable lines. Her upper-class flair and superficial, glossy smiles fully sell the viewer on the character. You can fully believe that Esme would thrive and gain popularity in the right circles, and heap praise for being an awful person.

Punch's successes almost outshine the presence of Jerome, which may be the entire point. Tony Hale is genius casting, but thankfully he seems to have toned down his usual persona, focusing more on Jerome's genuine kindness and crippling self-deprecation rather than his gullibility and cowardice. Painting Gunther as a parody of Karl Lagerfeld is also pretty on-the-nose, but it makes for hilarious scenes. One does wonder why Olaf doesn't just spend his entire life as Gunther, though. He seems to be everything Olaf aspires to be. With Esmé to support his career, why not just become a handsome foreigner? It's also noteworthy that the young actors' casting does improve in this episode, particularly in the elevator shaft. Klaus' girlish screaming and Violet's mixture of exasperation and panic as she lands into the net are especially memorable. The Baudelaire orphans are not written as typical teenagers: it's understandable that their stiff, overly intellectual lines are usually delivered in a likewise manner. And therefore, it's in the more comedic moments that Louis Hynes and Malina Weissman feel allowed to come out of their shell.

But enough with the niceties: alas, the subplot regarding the V.F.D. investigators once again rears its ugly head... with terrible pacing. To its credit, this episode attempts to tie in the conspiracy to events directly related to "The Ersatz Elevator" itself, rather than the disposable seasonal arc regarding Olivia. But this is somehow undermined by the outright futility of these distractions: Larry and Jacquelyn force us through an interminable lunch scene, which showcases Neil Patrick Harris' most gratuitous and unnecessary musical number to date. The entire scene is a shameless repetition of the Anxious Clown diversion in "The Wide Window". These long scenes of witty banter, where characters sit at a table and do nothing, are bizarrely reminiscent of Quentin Tarentino's worst indulgences. As pleasant as "Keep chasing your schemes" sounds, it's barely diegetic and mostly serves as a vanity project. It takes the viewers out of the entire experience. We do not see Olaf, but rather Neil being showcased as a singing prop. There is such a thing as Emmy-baiting, after all.

To add insult to injury, the ordeal only exists to justify a "rescue attempt" of the Quagmires by Jacques and Olivia... which is bound to fail as the Baudelaire orphans investigate the scene at the exact same time and find them on their own anyway. What are we supposed to think of this? That Jacques and Olivia peeked into the penthouse, never saw the Baudelaire orphans hard at work, went through a few rooms and climbed down the 667's facade to have a milkshake? I would call them incompetent volunteers, but Jacquelyn and Larry seem to have already taken that crown. I had not anticipated to address my annoyance at this show-only addition so soon, but the fact is that this experiment in narration really struggles to prove its relevance. I had thoroughly enjoyed Jacquelyn's adventures in Season 1, as they streamlined the handling of the Baudelaire will in a more satisfying manner. Here, however, her presence seems to add more plot-holes than it solves.

Baffling choices in direction also continue to elude me: "Dark Avenue" has been renamed "Dim Avenue". Apparently, all it takes to evoke darkness is to dip the pellicle into a sepia filter. An especially egregious example comes to mind as light becomes "in" and the curtains of the penthouse open up, revealing sunlight... except the lighting of the scene doesn't change in the slightest, it was already bright as day! The sets are gorgeous as always, however. The director has successfully conveyed the pomposity and immensity of Jerome's apartment, which suggests a lack of supervision on the director's part: it seems that the directors keep latching onto one aspect of set design they like and tend to forget about the rest. Take the Quagmires, who look positively chipper and clean for people who have supposedly spent days locked into a dusty cage with the same raggedy uniform. I would argue that Duncan and Isadora are so far the worst adapted characters. They're admittedly pretty bland in the books, but the Netflix team has somehow managed to give them even LESS material. The depiction of the trauma they suffered down in the elevator shaft is one of the series' most horrific moments, and another emotional scene from which we were robbed.

The Netflix series also seems to drop the ball on the tantalizing return to the Baudelaire mansion. It's a shocker in the books, but here it's almost an afterthought. Instead of seeing the scene through the Baudelaire orphans, we're first introduced to... Jacques and Olivia flirting. Not nearly as heartbreaking, isn't it? It's about as off-key and off-tone as the episode's music.

And yet it's all fine. And why? Because Daniel Handler wrote this double episode, which proves I'm wrong about all of this. Or maybe he is, who knows? Sometimes a book is so great it escapes his own author. There is not one definitive version of "A Series of Unfortunate Events", but several, each revealing a different facet of an untouchable and intangible diamond. The Netflix version is simply the only one which happens to have been filmed in its entirety.

[jeffersonhairpie]

i request the joker doing something harmless but annoying and batman completely losing it over it and chasing him around like a couple of children. this is my kink

Yes I know it is your kink. It is a kink I would be hard pressed to shame you for. 

“What’s he doing?”

“I cannot see. Your elbow is in my sightline.”

“I told you that wasn’t a great vantage point.”

“It’s only failing is that you have invaded it. Move, Drake.”

“Ah, ah, ah! Codenames only in the field.”

Damian audibly grinds his teeth in frustration. “Very well, Red Robin.”

“Thank you Robin.” Tim replies, just as smugly as he is able. 

They’re stationed in the upper boughs of a tree overlooking the wide lawn in Robinson Park, looking down the lay of the land towards the greenhouses. For once, Poison Ivy isn’t the reason they’ve been called out here. 

Bruce is in his night uniform, a clearly marked silhouette against a grass backdrop that looks midnight blue in the perpetual twilight of the big city. A few feet away, The Joker is a riot of colour as always, obviously shaking with laughter even at this distance. 

Luckily, they don’t have to rely on sight alone. Tim is on binoculars and audio while Damian manages the infra red goggles and keeps the rest of the family abreast of developments. Not that any of them really know what’s going on here. Bruce had announced that he would be meeting the clown in a public place not much more than an hour ago and everyone has had to rush to get into position for when the evening inevitably goes south. Tim’s pretty sure that he and Damian were only chosen to run point because they were the closest to hand. 

“What are they saying?” Damian hisses. 

Tim strains his ears to try to make out what The Joker’s saying. The high end mics Bruce invests in are great for enclosed spaces but in the open they mostly just pick up wind. He shakes his head. “Not sure. Bruce keeps telling him to stop, but that could be in relation to anything.”

“Strange. The Joker has been very quiet recently. I cannot think father would have much cause to ask for him to cease activities.”

Tim doesn’t call the kid out on codenames again, instead zooming in as far as he can with his binoculars. 

Every time Bruce starts to talk, a slight popping noise cuts through the winds, followed by the desperate gasps of The Joker trying to catch his breath around his giggles. Tim looks around for the source of the popping noise, doubting that it’s the mic - all Bat equipment is too perfectly calibrated for that.  

It’s gotta be The Joker. It takes him a few tries to see it, by which point he’s completely stopped paying attention to what anyone’s saying, but eventually Tim matches the popping sound to a flick of the clown’s lips that precedes each one’s arrival through the comm system by a split second. 

“Oh my God.” Tim hisses. 

Damian looks up sharply. “What?”

“Have you ever seen Shrek Two?”

Damian blinks. “I fail to see how that’s relevant.”

“But have you seen it?”

“Of course.”

“You know that bit at the begining, in the coach ride, where Donkey keeps making that noise and Shrek wants to kick his head in.”

“Yes...”

“Guess what The Joker’s doing.”

Damian turns his attention back to the scene before them and his eyes go wide in alarm. Tim follows his line of sight and sees that Bruce has lost his last shred of patience and has started after The Joker in a very undignified footrace. 

A strangled cry of frustration bubbles through Tim’s earpiece, followed by a high shriek of laughter that you don’t need a mic to hear. He lets go of the binoculars slowly, so that they hang heavy around his neck and his hands are free to join his face in slack jawed disbelief. “How long must he have been at that to piss Batman off like that?”

“No idea.” Damian says, his voice thick with wonder. “But I think I know how to persuade father to get me a pet budgie.”

“Codenames!”

“Oh fuck you, Red Robin.”

[stillebesat]

Deep Heart (2/5)

Sanders Sides: Virgil, Patton, Roman, Thomas, Logan Blurb: When Logan leaves the others in Patton’s room, Virgil takes matters into his own hands and ends up revealing a secret Patton wanted to keep hidden. (takes place at the end of Moving On ½) Fic Type: Hurt/Comfort, Drama Inspiration: Inspiration for this story came from This Set of Tumblr posts by @fandomsandanythingelse @sidewritings @darude-sanderstorm Warnings: Negative Self-Talk, Pain/Injuries Tags: @loverofpizzaandallthingssweet @not-so-innocent-bi-sander @icecoldparadise @novagalaxy4real @little-lunatica @cinquefoilelove

Virgil shivered as a cold breeze ruffled through the hair on his head, moving down his neck like ice covered skeleton fingers. He blinked, his vision fuzzy but thankfully not overstimulated in the unfamiliar mostly dark space. He stayed still. Searching the darkness, wary of the sudden absence of bright stimuli that had had him running in the first place. This wasn’t his room. Nor was it the hallway outside of Patton’s room. What was this place? He took a calming breath, letting his senses adjust. Wherever it was, the space felt tiny. How tiny though? A box? Was he in a box? Swallowing down a flare of panic, he reached out, only to cry out with a deep demonic roar as a thousand individual pricks dug into his skin. Useless                                Worthless         You can’t do this.                                           What good are you? The whisperings of self-doubt rustled in his ears as he winced, half curling up in on himself. He snapped his mouth shut, cutting off the sound, but not the whispers. Can’t ever do anything right.                                                  Despicable        Good for nothing.                                        You have nothing to offer. Ever.               Waste of space. Virgil gritted his teeth, making himself hold still so the voices would stop. He knew those whispers of self-doubt. Those creeper vines could strangle any bright thought, hope, or idea that sprouted up in Thomas’s mind if they weren’t found and torn apart. He fought them often to protect Thomas, almost as much as Roman did unknowingly when he went on quests. But what were they doing here? Why was he trapped in them now?!

He tugged at the vines, wincing as they dug deeper into his skin. They clung tenaciously like fishing hooks. He couldn’t tear them apart like he usually could to get them out. They were too thick for his hands. Which meant these particular vines had been left to fester for far too long. He couldn’t stop another demonic roar tearing from his lips in response to the thorns. His voice echoing around the space before he could shut himself up.           Such a hopeless case.                                                Too soft.                        You can never be good enough. Why would anyone ever love you?                    Ever.                                       No one will ever love you.    Stupid.                        Hopeless. “What is this place?” Roman asked in a trembling whisper from somewhere to Virgil’s right. His voice no longer boisterously energetic. Instead, he sounded like an invalid on his last legs. “I feel.” He coughed. “I feel...weak.” Virgil turned to Roman’s voice, searching the darkness. Had the vines of doubt gotten to Roman as well? Virgil couldn’t see, but he knew that Creativity couldn’t flourish in such an environment.                          Such a fake.                                                           No one cares.           Can’t ever do anything right. “Roman.” Virgil winced at his voice. Why was he speaking like this?! The darkness was stressful, yes, the vines frustrating, but nothing he hadn’t handled before. His voice should be normal. “Virgil?” Roman whispered, nearly as breathy as the vines of doubt. “Your voice.” “I know, are you alright? Where are the others? Where are we?” Wait, Roman had asked him where they were already. So he’d never been here either. Was Virgil reacting to Roman? The Prince must have followed after him when he’d left Patton’s room. But Roman...sounded...well, not normal but not panicked either. Just as confused as Virgil was. Roman wouldn’t be anxious over a little darkness either, not with all the quests he did. But the others...The others shouldn’t be panicking...he frowned. Were they panicking? Thomas? Patton? Logan? That had to be it. But which one? Logan? He’d been the most upset, the one with the dark edges around him when he’d left. But Virgil had just tried to leave Patton’s room! He shouldn’t have gone into Logan’s nor should it be this shadowy cold place. “I don’t--” “You’re in...” Lights of different colors; reds, blues, greens, purples, and yellows began to flicker on from different directions, throwing shifting shadows all over the room, distorting it like a creepy clown’s nightmare circus. Broken furniture, torn up stuffed animals, shredded papers, shattered glass. All interlaced with thick barbed vines of self-doubt. “...my room.” Patton choked out. Virgil inhaled sharply as the shifting lights fell on Morality. He took a step forward, but the thorny vines of doubt held him back. “Patton.” Patton. No. Not Him. This couldn’t be his room.                 Can’t ever do anything right, can you?                                            Waste of space.     No good                        You’re no good at all. The father figure looked like he’d been beaten to within an inch of his life. His eyes blackened and bruised behind his shattered glasses. Blood on his cheek mixing with the blood coming from his split lip. His blue shirt was torn right over his heart where large sutures seemed to barely be holding him together. He had one arm in a sling, the fingers bandaged but red. The cardigan was knotted tightly against his neck like a noose, chains hanging down from them to pool at his feet. Patton’s bottom lip trembled. “I’m sorry.” He whispered, tears streaming down his face. “I’m sorry.” “Your room?” Thomas spoke up in a tear clogged voice. Virgil winced, focusing on the center of the shattered room, where Thomas stood, thankfully free of vines, but looking tiny from Virgil’s perspective. In fact, the whole room looked smaller. Virgil inhaled sharply. Oh no. He’d gotten bigger. Virgil towered over the others like an enormous black shadow. This. Was. Not. Good. He wasn’t supposed to have this much of a presence in the other’s rooms! Anxiety and all it’s related problems should be focused in his domain. Not here. Not overrunning Patton’s room! Thomas’s eyes were red and puffy with tears streaming down his face, his usually vibrant clothing dull and washed out. He hunched in place, in Virgil’s shadow, holding himself as if keeping a tight grip on his center would keep himself standing. Virgil tried to crouch down to get Thomas out from under his shadow, but he was too large. He only triggered the vines.                                            You’re unlovable. Can’t even hold a smile.                                                              Weakling               You should have done more.                                                                             Despicable                   You should have loved harder. Thomas shivered, hugging himself tighter. “But...before that was your roo--” Patton shook his head miserably, blue and purple lights flashing across his face as he looked down at the ground, at the shattered picture frames face down at his feet. “I told you...I’m at the center of your feelings. This...this is my cur-current center.” The cardigan around Patton’s neck gained more chains, pulling backwards, the sleeves pressing against his throat, though Patton didn’t seem to notice. “You want--wanted happy, s-s-s-sooo your thoughts took you to Nostalgia Nirvana. A safe room.” He inhaled raggedly, black eyes getting darker. “Th-the part of your feel--feelings that are remembered behind rose-colored lenses. Where you can’t fe-feel hurt. It’s not--not your tr-true feelings.” “Patton.” Roman whispered, from his slumped position, elbows on the TV stand barely keeping him from sliding to the floor. His usually form fitted uniform swamped his boney frame. His eyes had sunken deep into his face. His hair falling greasy and lank over his face. “How? I never saw, this…it was always...before.” He rasped. Patton gritted his teeth. Hands clenching, as red lights flashed across him. Virgil tensed as Patton fuzzed with black edges. Oh no. “You never WANTED to see MY room!” Patton nearly yelled, his own voice taking on the same demonic tones as Virgil’s. He threw his good hand up in the air. “Well here it is now!” “Patton.” Virgil tried, again fighting against the vines of self doubt holding him in place. He glanced to Roman. He was the Prince! The Knight! He should be rescuing them. But Roman looked like he’d hardly be able to lift a finger, let alone lift his sword. The Prince had wasted to barely a shadow of his former self.                    You can’t do anything right.                                                                    Worthless                                  Why do you ever think this would work out?       You’re too soft. Virgil bared his teeth. He needed to get out of these vines! Lessen his presence here. Patton didn’t need their negativity. His Negativity. No wonder Virgil had been triggered earlier, if anxiety was already high in the room, he’d be the first to be susceptible to it especially when it wasn’t originally his. No. Patton was suffering enough. He needed help. “You need to--” “No.” Lightning crackled around the room as Patton cut Virgil off. “You all only wanted to see the HAPPY MOMENTS.” He roughly brushed at his eyes, knocking his glasses askew. “Because you’re always the positive one, Padre.” Roman whispered. He groaned, bowing his head as his elbows slipped from the stand, sending the Prince to the floor. “You’re... the happy thoughts.” Patton’s eyes flashed through their tears. “I am not just those. Not right now. But that’s all I EVER AM to you. ALL HAPPY. THE FUN ONE. The NAIVE ONE.” He shook his head violently, sending his glasses tumbling to the ground, the already cracked frames snapping on impact. “I can’t be anything BUT HAPPY because that’s all you WANT from ME. Well. Guess. What.” “Patton,” Thomas cut in, his own voice trembling, eyes earnest. “I had no idea--” “Of course not!” Patton snapped. He slammed his fist against the crumbling window sill sending shards of wood flying. The torn drapes fluttered around him as Thomas flinched, stumbling back under Patton’s glare. His voice cracked. “I’m all of your feelings, Thomas. All. Of. Them. Do you not know how much it’s HURT these past few months?! Pretending everything is alright when it’s not?! I’m breaking apart.” His hand brushed the large sutures in his chest. “And it’s Not Getting Better. It Never Will.” “No, Patton. That’s wrong.” Virgil ground out desperately. They had to get through to him!                       It’s never going to be okay again.     Broken                                 We can’t be fixed.                                                                     Useless            What can you do? Nothing. Nothing.                                   Nothing. “Padre, please... we can... talk... abou--” Roman rasped, struggling to get the words out, his fingers feebly digging at the stained carpet. “I’m sick of talking. Sick of thinking.” Patton growled, the lights flashing yellow and red across his face. “Logic can’t help here.” Another breeze of freezing air swept through Virgil’s hair as Patton snapped his fingers. A rattle of chains sounded from the darkness of Logan’s spot. “This is MY Room.”

To Be Continued <<Chapter 1   Chapter 3  Chapter 4  Chapter 5>>

[rogue-rook]

many highlights from The Suffering Game from a first-time TAZ listener

also featuring bits from the Lunar Interlude IV: The Calm Before the Storm

that’s a fucking ominous combination of names, THANKS MCELROYS!!!!

griffin: “kravitz, who’s the bounty hunter for the raven queen, who’s the goddess of the natural passage of life and death” that’s an awesome title, wayyy cooler than just “goddess of death”

kravitz and taako is a good ship, im glad its a thing people ship

the BOB opened a wine and pottery place and i gotta give them credit for being so considerate of their employees and also being on top of the best hipster ass trends…justin named it the Chug and Squeeze. its the rowdy one

kravitz: "how much more dying do you think is gonna happen?" taako: "us dying? or like other regular dying?" kravitz: "any dying at all" taako: "there's gonna be some"

kravitz getting all agitated by the umbra staff and the probable lich inside it is making ME nervous

sweet angus macdonald, boy detective, is easily my favorite non-dead or death related npc

i cannot believe merle has kids

also merle called them the tres horny boys and im like my nickname of grubby grifters is way better and much less likely to horrify young children

sweet ango: “you can swear in front of me, its okay" merle: “oh shit thank god”

aw shit magnus has been having sleepless nights over the shit he doesn’t understand, poor sweet magnus

aw shit he’s gonna confront the voidfish!

a voidfish memory!!!! THERE ARE MULTIPLE VOIDFISH! aw shit there’s some big bad evil out there! AW SHIT THERE’S A BABY VOIDFISH!!

leon the artificer: "oh god, just put it in the machine, please god! im in hell and YOU'RE SATAN!"

garfield the deals wizard: “ah, angling to make a DEALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL” merle: “that was 42 L’s”

garfield: “i know what I want! YOUR SIDEBURNS!!!” everyone: “ohhhhhh”

garfield: “how about a tiny little scraping?” yall WHAT THE HELL DOES GARFIELD WANT WITH HIS HAIR???

OH NO!!! TAAKO IS GETTING THE FUCKING SWORD OFF OF GARFIELD!!!! HE BOUGHT A PERSUASION OBJECT AND THEN AN OBJECT THAT HE CAN USE TO CONVINCE A PERSON TO TRADE THEIR MOST VALUABLE ITEM! AND HE’S GETTING THE GODDAMN SWORD!!! HE METAPHORICALL LAUNCHED HIMSELF THROUGH THE METAPHORICAL HOOPS REQUIRED TO GET THAT FUCKING SWORD WITHOUT PAYING FOR IT!!!!!!! I AM SHOOK!!

griffin: “holy shit that was funny. as soon as I realized what you were doing, i was sent into a panic spiral!”

griffin: “i wish it hadn’t taken me 40-some episodes to discover the power of the epilogue”

the director: “taako, are you okay?" taako: "yeah, i’m fine! you're not my mom"

oh no the director lost 20 years of her life to a wager in wonderland and im like aw fuck this arc is gonna fuck ME UP

justin: "taako went on a date with death and now that i say this out loud, that sounds soooo cool!"

justin: “its not that taako is embarrassed about his sexuality, its just that he doesn’t think its anybody's goddamn business, especially these fucking clowns!”

magnus: "and you are?" sweet ango: "im angus macdonald, boy detective and your very good friend!" magnus: "um, sounds familiar...nah i tousle his hair and say ‘of course i remember you!’"

merle: "we're just jumping right in?" the director: "would you like to take 20 minutes to buy shorts again?" merle: "they were good shorts"

griffin "well now you have....CAPTIVES? you have now pokemon-ed these two boys!"

im like pretty sure griffin called magnus “madness”

merle: “please be hawkeye!” griffin: “yep, its the guy himself, hawk-guy, uh, no”

damn yall this twisted horror movie wonderland shit popped off magnus’s pinkie and stole merle’s dark vision

“welcome to the monster factory” YOOOO CROSSOVER!!!! MY SECRET WISH FOR THE FINAL PAM TO STEP IN TO THE ADVENTURE ZONE MIGHT ACTUALLY BE REALIZED!!

griffin: “you guys are basically fucking demigods right now. you're basically benicio del toro's character in the marvel movies” i had to google what the fuck griffin meant by that and i have seen almost al the marvel movies so i would easily label that as the Deepest Cut

taako: “do you think that wet ropes are conductive?” magnus: “more so than dry ropes!" [sounds of justin dying of laughter away from the mic"

oh god taako’s finally gone back to the ethereal plane and these glowy-eyed creeps are back!!!!! im so creeped out!!!!!

griffin: “damn, you're the danger squad!!” taako: “well, somebody dropped a washing machine on me and i got squished into a ghost!! so its not foolproof” well now ive got this mental image of taako as like a smushed goomba

griffin: “there’s NO healing in wonderland!” man griffin is getting just a tad TOO into this whole Playing God shit

griffin: “the severed head is just laying there...cuz its a head”

cam the body-less head: “im sorry i can't greet you with a formal hand shake, but i seem to have misplaced my...my everything”

 cam: “what brings you to wonderland?” magnus: “looking for a bell” cam: “must be a pretty good fucking bell”

cam: “what do you know about liches?” magnus: “they get stitches, i think!” justin: “LICHES GET STITCHES! okay” aw shit yall liches are becoming a plot point and the one single spoiler i know about (lup) is getting mE HYPED!!!

justin: “i know what you should give up! your B-I-B-LE!” and then justin fucking SANG AN IMPROVISED SONG ABOUT MERLE’S DUMMBO BIBLE

lydia the evil elf lich bitch: “are you three heroes ready for your ONLY chance at love??” magnus: “uh, pass” i feel like somewhere julia’s just laughing and cheering her grubby hero husband on

justin: "is it, griffin? is it real low? is it almost like some liches of your imagination sucked my hit points away from me?! would that account for the low-ness???” griffin: “that’s like real low” justin: “IT’S LIKE SO CRAZY LOW, HUH?”

travis: “yeah, merle’s a deeply religious person, when he needs something!”

griffin: “taako’s arms shrink into his chest, and his head gets real long, and he grows a tail, and he turns into a tyrannosaurus rex!” travis: “meanwhile magnus is setting mannequins on fire” yall this fight got real real real wild super quick!!!

oh god magnus’s SOUL GOT KNOCKED OUT OF HIS BODY

“I’ll be having my body back, you undead fuck” YOOOOO THAT SHIT WAS SO DOPPPPEEEEEEE

griffin: “i've reached a point where when i hear justin say 'im going to cast' i assume the next words are a thing that's going to break the sequence of the shit that you've written down”

justin: “im going to cast Animate Objects on the mannequins, and I can animate up to ten of them” griffin: “HOLY FUCKING SHIT, WHAT? HOLY JESUS FANTASIA!”

HOLY SHIT WHAT?? magnus’s kid memory has a different sky than the one he’s in now, and im like WHATTT???? THATS SOME MORE PUZZLE PIECE SHIT!!!!! MULTI-PLANAR PUZZLE PIECE SHIT!

clint: “i want to change Divine Word into Divine Wood" griffin: "and you pop the most righteous boner”

the fact that the umbrella ATE edward the magical evil elf shit even though taako is unconscious as hell is AWESOME

LYDIA THE EVIL ELF LICH DESTROYED MAGNUS’S BODY!!!! that’s some GARBAGE luck my dude

merle: "i have a spell called Raise Dead" magnus: "he's not dead" justin: "he's only mostly dead!" griffin: "OH MY GOD" justin: “we got monty python, we got princess bridge, this podcast has it all!

griffin: "just have somebody heal you! don't act like you got revived from the power of your cool catchphrase!" justin: “i can’t say a cool catchphrase twenty minutes after we won!” griffin: “okay what are you astrally projecting into the atmosphere???” taako: “LICHES.....GET.....STITCHES!”

jesus, magnus’s great life goal and plan is to be reunited with julia, that’s some tragic heartbreaking shit

rowan: “my day was pretty shit” magnus: “oh, are you a mannequin?” rowan: “oh my god is that MAGNUS??” magnus: “yeah, so, maybe like keep your shit to yourself, unless you’re a fucking mannequin”

justin: “hey, i have a question, among like retrieving our belongings, did magnus, he did get himself a new arm, right, he got his arm back?” travis: “yeah, plugged it back in like G.I. Joe”

“you made something, and you’re terrified of it...[..]..you removed your uniform, and its a bright crimson uniform with an insignia patch...[...]...you decide they’re the ones who are going to be able to keep this cup safe” PUZZLE PIECES!!!! PUZZLE PIECES!!!!! HOLY SHIT YALL!!!

they’ve come back around to the start, where wave echo cave is and the gerblins arc took place, and im so EXCITED!

“sturdy. denim. blue” I CALLED IT AND I WAS SOOOOOOO FUCKING RIGHT AND IM SO HYPED TO BE RIGHT!!!!!I IT WAS BARRY THE WHOLE FUCKING TIME!!!!

this arc felt like a million goddamn years, cuz of all the, ya know, SUFFERING, it actually felt more tedious and exhausting than fucking petals to the metal, but it was pretty good, i liked it. i also feel like the grubby grifters have earned a new nickname: the grubby heroes