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[kimtranssexler]

You can’t be saying that transmasc baby

[arjudy224]

Visiting an old friend

Ghosts from her past chased her away from Gotham. Now, that she's back at home some things are trying to bubble to the surface.

Prequel: Death of a family

The Intern: Day one

The Intern: The Laughing Fish

The Intern: Busy Work

The Intern: Outreach Gala

The Intern: Teachers Pet

The Intern: Visiting an old friend

The Intern: Chemical Valley

The Intern: Billionaire Boys Club

After the 36th topographic map of the day, my eyes begin to glaze over. Why do we still have physical maps from the 1800s? I swear if Gordan accidentally dropped a cigarette all of GCPD would burst into flames.

Interrupting my theory, a group of voices calls me over to Gordan's desk. The colorful group of characters causes me to raise an eyebrow. Whatever it is, it must be serious if the batfamily is involved.

"You knew that missing Wayne boy, didn't you?"

I nod at Gotham's gang of vigilantes. Nightwing winks at me. I flash him a smile.

"Which one? From what I've heard, Mr. Wayne adopts a new orphan every other day." I remark in a smug tone of voice. Nightwing lets out a light laugh.

"Jason."

The years of learning to cope with this grief disappear. All of a sudden, I am 15 again wondering if the boy I liked would talk to me at school. I should have known he would come up eventually. My smile drops.

"Briefly... We went to school together." I elaborate carefully weighing out the correct reply.

"How would you describe the word "brief," Ms. L/N?" Detective Montoya asks sliding a few photos in my direction.

The photo on top was the last Christmas before he went "missing".

We had spent the entire day working on a book report when Alfred announced that he was making x-mas cookies. Stumbling to our feet, Jay's older brother, Dick, waited impatiently with a bag of flower. The two brothers had bickered over their gingerbread house stability until I lightly threw a tuff of flower at Dick. Before I knew it, Jason held my arms to my sides while Dick emptied a bag of flower on my head. Alfred had captured the photo as I put Jason in a headlock. All three of us beamed at the camera. My hair smelled like flower for weeks afterword, but it was worth it.

The next photo was my birthday. Jason and I had taken a road trip to Metropolis to see my family. The camera caught the blush on my cheeks as he kissed my forehead. The candles were still lit.

The piles of photos make me dizzy. Fall break. Our first winter. Mixed in the photos are handwritten notes.

Got a surprise for you this evening. Wear something nice ;)

-J

Meet me at the top of Wayne Tower

-J

A wave of emotions floods my senses. I lost all of that in the move to Metropolis. Staring directly at the reclaimed memorabilia, I frown. Maybe it was stolen all along.

"Why do you ask Detective?" I ask analyzing the box.

"An anonymous source sent these a few days ago."

"Does this look familiar?" He questions dangling a rusted Robin pendant. A dried splotch of blood covered the typical silver exterior.

I stop breathing. That's not possible... It was in the casket. Taking the necklace in my hands, I gently pry the mechanisms open to reveal a familiar engraving: Next time you fly away, Don't forget about me at home. I love you, Robin.

"Where did you get that?" I whisper breathlessly.

The blood slowly drains from my face. The room starts moving. Years of pent of sorrow slam against the dam of my mind.

"Uhhh.. I told you it was..."

"No." I snap suddenly addressing the whole group, "Leave me out of this. Do not make me relive his death."

Turning on my heel, Nightwing stops me from leaving.

"I'm sorry Y/N. I know this must be painful for you, but...."

"But what?" I demand, "That is not my life anymore."

Batman finally speaks up.

"Because someone left these on your desk"

The room goes silent. What?

I frown.

"Who?"

"We don't know yet. We wanted you to be aware. The past always finds a way back to us."

Batman's compassionate gaze fuels my rage. I don't want his empathy.

Finding a crowbar was the easy part. It was tracking down the Clown Prince of Crime that proved to be the challenge. Nightwing was already ten steps ahead due to his bat training. By the time I had stumbled into his operation, it was far too late for either one of us to back out.

The Joker's pale skin contrasts the blood dripping from his forehead beautifully. With each slam of the crowbar, I imagine I'm avenging him. What does Batman always say? Justice. Well, this is justice. The blood splatter clouds my vision, but I can't shake the feeling that I'm feeding into whatever plan he has. The wheezing laughter after every bludgeon causes goosebumps to form across my skin.

"Nightwing, you want to be a part of this?" I call out extending the bloody crowbar.

There is no response. I pause. Where the hell is he?

After one last kick, I search the hallways for the chatty superhero.

Right. Left. Right. Left. The winding hallways are a maze.

"Y/N!" Nightwing chokes out when I walk in.

Sprinting to the man, I examine his restraints. These are precise. Whoever did this must have been incredibly skilled... There is a sharp crack against my skull. Shooting pain erupts from the spot. I black out before I can register what happened.

Batman had found both of us bound and beaten a few days later. The Joker left us alive as a joke. The brand on my forearm tingles from the memory. Joker always thought it was funny to leave me alive with the physical reminder branded on my skin that I had ... failed.

Is this some kind of sick joke?

Glancing at the clock, I relish the end of my shift.

"Keep me updated on any developments." I say, "I've got something I need to do."

"And what's that?" Nightwing calls out.

Grabbing my purse, I pause before replying.

"Visit an old friend."

The full moon illuminates my path, but I could find my way even in complete darkness. It used to be second nature. Follow the main road. Sneak past the main gate that we used to climb over. Avoid the cameras. No need for Bruce to get paranoid. The lonely gravestone stares blankly at me. After all these years, the tears still come.

“Hey Jay,” I say with a pained smile, “It’s been a while.”

The familiar suffocation knocks me off my feet. I sit cross-legged at the base of the grave. The years of weathering have chipped away at the integrity of the stone, yet it stands tall. Vines have grown around the other graves in the area. Something tells me that a certain Butler may be why his grave is intact. A cluster of fallen leaves blanket his plot of land.

“I hate to say it Jay, but you look like shit,” I murmur dusting a few fallen leaves away from the plot. "I leave you for two years and all of a sudden you let yourself go. What would Alfred think?”

Running my fingers through the thick patches of grass, I ramble about the last couple years.

"I owe you 20 bucks." I start, "Nygma is terrible at poker."

The Iceberg Lounge hosts a variety of sins, but Eddie Nygma lost most of his blackmail money during a particularly bad game. For such an intelligent man, one would think he would be able to tame his boasts for the sake of the game. He couldn't.

A shadowy figure snaps a twig behind me. Turning my head, a familiar butler greets me with a smile.

“Ms. L/N, Welcome home.”

Alfred stands tall at my side. The last couple of years have deepened the already present lines on his face. However, his smile lines show proof of his last few years of joy.

“Hey Alfie, did you miss me?” I question climbing to my feet.

“Of course,” he responds,” I had nobody left to eat my cookies.”

I laugh at that before hugging the older gentleman. Dick could eat a platter of baked goods within seconds, but I appreciate the thought.

"Right," I begin, "Because you wouldn't be able to find anybody to eat your cookies...."

"None as entertaining as you Ms. L/N."

I beam up at the man. Always so charming.

"I'll take it as a compliment."

The older man wraps his jacket around himself tight. A frigid breeze shakes the trees.

“Why don’t you stop by for some tea? It’s chilly out here alone.”

I smile wistfully glancing back to the manor.

“I’d love to…. Another time. I’ve got a crazy load at work right now."

"Well Ms. L/N, you are always welcome. You know that."

I frown rolling a piece of grass in between my fingers.

"Besides," Alfred continues, "I get awfully lonely without my inside reporter of the Gotham social scene. "

Rolling my eyes, my smile reappears.

"You are such a gossip." I retort with a playful slap.

"Every day, I deal with costumed vigilantes who want to fight corruption in this city. I deserve to have a moment of petty gossip. Especially with one of my favorite girls."

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On a nearby roof, a shadow peers through the darkness. Maybe it was cruel of Jason to lead a trail back to his death. Nothing about the situation they were in seemed fair. But... Jason saw the way Dick looked at her when she first got back to Gotham. The word cruel doesn't explain how horrific it was to come back and find that everybody you loved replaced you. After years of working to make a name for himself, none of it mattered. Even in death, he didn't matter.

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[cryptidghostgirl]

I had this though on a cute little one shot for Alastor x chubby reader in the hotel I was wondering if you would like to run with it? Where the reader gets some nail varnish that matches their lip color without thinking about it. Alastor becomes rather fond of them wearing the color and eventually it vanishes after Angel points out that it’s almost the exact same color as the reader’s lips.

The reader ends up pouting a bit over it because they can’t find it anywhere in stores anymore. They ask Angel if they borrowed it to Angel’s confusioned response to the tune of “why the fuck would I want to wear your lip color?” And it gets to the point they ask for Nifty’s help finding it while Alastor is trying to avoid the topic entirely. Eventually Nifty DOES find it in the radio tower much to Alastor’s flustered frustration.

A/N oh hell yes i can do this. 11/10. Also I am skipping the fuck around in my request order, I am so nervous about posting cover up pt 4. I promise it will come out soon.

Spicy Sienna and Berry Naughty (Alastor x Gn!Chubby!Reader)

Pairing: Alastor x Reader

Warnings: Uhhh I got a little suggestive with this one guys. Sorry. Also,, Alastor is a little creepy and stalkery and has a thing about hands. This one just came out all around weird. Also, I named it after my favorite lip and nail polish matching combo so don't judge the fic by its name. Also Alastor sexualizes the reader a bit. Let me know if I missed anything. (guys i really have no idea what happened with this one, i am so sorry. I hope you still like it.) Also,, Alastor is for sure ooc.

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"Is that a new color?"

Alastor's ears perked up. He didn't turn to face the source of the sound but he listened. There was only one person in the hotel Angel would direct such a question towards after all.

"Yeah. It's essie, Berry Naughty is the name I think? Nail polish and makeup products always get called the silliest things. Do you like it?"

Y/n was the Hazbin Hotel's newest resident. They had arrived just a few weeks before, brought into the fold by Angel himself. The pair were old friends apparently, knew each other from back when they were alive.

"Yeah, it suits you. A lot more than that blue you used to wear."

There were three things the pair could be discussing in Alastor's mind. The first was Y/n's clothing. They were always dressed to the nines, decked out in some crazy ensemble or another.

At first, it had seemed foolish to Alastor. Anyone who cared that much about what they looked like had no shot at being an enjoyable person in his mind. That was before he had started to get to know the demon, seen the joy it brought them to indulge in fashion, realized the things they wore were for them and them alone. Everything had changed with that. It wasn't about persuasion, getting attention, facade. It was just who they were.

The thing about this first theory, however, was that Y/n almost never wore blue.

"Hey!" Y/n laughed, sounding a tad offended, "I liked the blue and I still might go back to it."

The second option was lipstick. Another little hobby the demon indulged in that had caused Alastor to misjudge their character upon their arrival was the makeup. Every few days, they would come down from their room in one crazy look or another. It was always something dramatic, coordinated perfectly to whatever else they had going on. If Y/n loved anything, they loved a theme.

Alastor had again made the mistake of assuming Y/n's enjoyment of such a thing was a representation of their vapidness when he had first met them. He would not be making that mistake again. The thing was, for all their wild self expression and experimental use of colors, he had never once see them sporting blue lipstick, he couldn't even picture it.

"What! I'm just sayin." Angel teased.

The third and final option, the one Alastor decided was what they must be discussing, was their nail polish. Y/n loved the act of painting nails, called it a ritual of self adoration. The way they talked about it, someone would think they were dedicating sacrifices at an alter to the gods. Every week, like clockwork, they would repaint them. Monday afternoons, four o'clock sharp. Their favorite color of late had indeed been a dark, almost black, blue. Alastor had liked it. The color had made something about their hands shine.

"Rude." Y/n scoffed in reply.

Alastor had always loved Y/n's hands. He had always had a thing about hands. In his opinion, hands were the most telling part of a person, or demon even. They showed nerves, experience, hard work -- went straight through to the core of who a person was. A carpenter's hands were rough, a cook's were scarred, an artists stained with color, a string musician's had calluses on the fingertips. Yes, a lot about a person could be learned from their hands.

Y/n's hands were soft, on the smaller side, and without the bony protrusions of their knuckles so many people seemed to admire now days. Alastor had never understood the desirability of skeletal thinness. It was impractical and uncomfortable. Y/n's hands suited them perfectly, Alastor thought. They were his favorite pair of hands to watch, the way they would flit across the keys of a piano, the way they kneaded the dough when she baked, the way they held a pen.

"I mean, it does match your lipstick now which is kinda a look."

At this, Alastor really did turn around. He couldn't help himself.

Y/n and Angel were lounging on the couches of the hotel lobby. They were dressed down, wearing a pair of jeans that hugged their legs and a crop top that accentuated their body perfectly. They looked soft, they looked comfortable, they looked delicious.

The idea of hunger was a complicated one. When Alastor thought of other demons as delicious looking, it was because he wanted to eat them, to consume their flesh that is. Y/n was certainly delicious but, he had no desire to eat them. Not like that, at any rate.

Angel had been right, Alastor could see it from across the room. The soft ruddy red of their nail varnish matched the gloss coating their lips perfectly. Alastor had always loved the color red.

"Wait, really?" Y/n asked, holding a hand up to their face, by their mouth, their nails turned out towards Angel, "Is it bad?"

"Nah, it's honestly kinda a look."

Y/n hummed, moving their hand from their face and staring intently at their nails.

"Maybe it'll be my new color then... This is the gloss I wear when I'm just doing normal makeup."

"Cohesion is key." Angel noted, "If you have a look to fall back on, people tend to like that in my experience."

Y/n stayed true to their word and Alastor relished in this revelation. Over the course of the next week, nearly every time he spotted them around the hotel, they were wearing that same combination of nail polish and lipstick. It was a secret indulgence of his, a treasure.

They nearly caught him staring one time as they were talking with him. It was nothing special, just one of their average, casual chats about the ethics of one situation or another. For someone who had ended up in Hell, Y/n had a soft spot for moral philosophy. It was clearly spill over from some preoccupation of their mortal self.

Mid conversation, he had drifted off. He hadn't meant to, it was the way they talked. Y/n was an animated conversationalist, always moving their hands to accentuate their words in one way or another. It drew his eyes to their hands and their face equally, their nails and their pretty, dark red lips.

"Hey, Alastor... Alastor!"

"Yes, my dear?" he had quickly replied, snapping out of his stupor.

"Are you alright?"

"Why on earth wouldn't I be?"

"You just kinda... trailed off there."

Alastor tried his best to push his embarrassment to the side, to shake it off his shoulders seamlessly. Miraculously, he succeeded. He wasn't quite sure how, when they were watching him with such concern filling their eyes, a slight pout to their lips.

"Just a little distracted. Lots to do today. My apologies, my dear."

"And here I thought you loved deontological thought." Y/n had teased.

Everything was fine. Alastor didn't mind Angel having noticed, it was a well known fact the spider demon saw Y/n as a sibling rather than a potential partner. The pair had grown up together and when Sir Pentious, one night, had asked whether or not they had ever messed around with each other, seeing how close they were and comfortable with physical contact, the pair had made eye contact before each putting on their own display of disgust.

Alastor was good at seeing through people, he knew it hadn't been a show. What was a problem was when Husk somehow noticed the pairing of their lip and nail color as well.

Alastor had been talking to Charlie about one thing or another as Y/n shared a drink with Sir Pentious at the bar. He was half listening to Charlie, half to their conversation. Alastor always kept an ear out for Y/n's saccharine tones.

The pair had been chatting about how their respective journeys to redemption were going when Husk had cut in.

"Did you match your nail color to your lipstick?" he asked in mild amazement.

Alastor bristled. That fact was his, was for him. No one else was allowed to see.

"Yeah!" he heard Y/n brightly reply, a tinge of pride to their voice.

Though Alastor's back was to them, he could picture the way they must be holding their delicate, gentle hands up now.

"Isn't it cute?"

Husk whistled.

"Damn, Angel is finally rubbing off on you."

"I mean, I guess." came Y/n's hesitant reply.

"You trying to catch someone's attention?"

Alastor could hear his own heartbeat in the silence that proceeded their reply.

"I mean, not on purpose. Not with this. I just like the way it looks... I don't know, it makes me feel... pretty."

Y/n was right. Alastor knew for a fact, had seen it with his own eyes, how irresistible the combination made them look. Now others were starting to notice it as well and, well, Alastor couldn't have that, now could he.

The next morning, when Alastor came down for breakfast, he noticed Y/n sitting at the table, looking uncharacteristically despondent. His back to them as he began to prepare his morning cup of coffee, he smiled.

"What's got you down, my dear?" he asked and Y/n sighed.

"My nail polish disappeared."

So, they had already noticed. Alastor picked the carton of milk up off the counter.

"Don't you have others? You're always a veritable rainbow of color!"

Alastor kept his voice light and cheery. His coffee made, he took a seat at the table across from them.

"Yeah, I guess. I just liked that one. It matched my favorite lipstick."

"Couldn't you try another color? That midnight blue last week was rather nice."

"Yeah, I guess." suddenly, their eyes shot up to his, a smile breaking out across their face, "Wait, Al! You're a genius! I'll just go buy another bottle!"

When Y/n returned from the store a few hours later, their gray cloud had returned.

"Are you alright?" Vaggie asked as they slumped onto the couch beside her.

Alastor couldn't help but note, from his hiding place, the way the act of sitting changed their body. They were beautiful standing, stunning even, but something about the way their thighs spread out over the surface of the couch...

"Yeah." Y/n grumbled, "Just... bummed."

"Oh no!" Charlie exclaimed, walking away from the bulletin board she was planning their next lesson on and joining the pair, "What happened?"

"It's stupid." Y/n groaned, throwing their head back.

"Wrong guy hit on you?" Angel teased and they immediately righted themselves, shooting him a glare.

"No." they pointedly replied, "Just... that nail polish? Berry Naughty or whatever its called? The one that matched my Spicy Sienna gloss?"

"Damn, you're pulling out the color names." Angel laughed, "Yeah, I know. What about it?"

"I can't find my bottle anywhere and I went to like seven different stores today and none of them had it! Not one! You didn't borrow it, did'ya Ant?"

Angel put a hand to his chest dramatically.

"Who, me?"

Y/n rolled their eyes.

"Nah." he waved them off, "You know I always ask before I borrow. I learned that lesson about you the hard way."

Y/n sighed despondently again.

"I'm sorry." Charlie hummed, patting Y/n's knee comfortingly, "I know it was making you really happy."

"It's silly." they shook their head, "It's just nail polish."

"Yeah but, it clearly brought you a lot of joy." Charlie insisted, "What if I ask Nifty to keep an eye out for it around the hotel?"

Alastor almost let the shadows hiding him from the group in the corner of the room dissolve in shock. He hadn't expected that. He had really thought everyone would just let it go. Yes, he knew Y/n would probably be upset about it for a few days but, that just gave him all the more of an excuse to be near them, to comfort them.

"Really Charlie?" Y/n brightened immediately, "You'd do that for me?"

"Of course! I mean, I'm not making any promises but, you know."

Y/n pulled themselves from the couch, throwing their arms around Charlie's neck.

"Oh, thank you! Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

"It's just a nail polish." Vaggie chuckled, watching the interaction warmly.

Y/n let go of Charlie, who shrugged back at her girlfriend.

"It makes them happy."

Two weeks had gone by with no sign of the bottle of nail polish. Y/n still went to the stores every few days, checking for the color, but had yet to have any luck. Nifty too had come up empty handed.

Alastor was very pleased with himself. The trick of using his shadows to empty every store in the surrounding area of the color before Y/n went shopping was something he was particularly proud of.

Of course, all along, he knew where the missing item was. It was in the top drawer of his night table on the right hand side of his bed. Nifty only went in to clean his room maybe once a month or so and she knew better than to snoop. It was all going off without a hitch, even the comforting aspect. Alastor had had the absolute pleasure and honor of showing up at just the right place, at just the right time (imagine that), so as to be included with Angel when Y/n had the bright idea to see if she could find any other matching colors between her vast collection of lipsticks and lipglosses and even larger collection of nail polish. He wasn't sure how their hands could sustain that much acetone, or their skin that much makeup remover, but he was grateful for it nonetheless.

Alastor was in his studio, fixing one of the control panels, his mind filled with spinning memories of the past couple days (Y/n had even hugged him! The feeling of the cushion of their waist against his arms, their stomach, was not one he would soon forget), when he heard a knock at the door. He straightened up, eyeing it suspiciously.

The guests of the Hazbin Hotel, as well as its staff, knew better than to disturb him while he was at work. It's owners, on the other hand, were much more foolhardy. He ran a hand over his hair, straightening it a bit so as to make himself presentable, and called for the knocker to enter.

The door creaked as it swung open, just like Alastor wanted it to. A creaky door was a good thing, it made sure most people couldn't sneak up on him when he was at his most vulnerable, most distracted.

"You'll want to grease that." Y/n hummed as they stepped into the dingy space, "I think we have some WD40 in the basement, if you want me to bring it up for you."

They had never come to visit him up here before, never dared even come near the rotting wooden door. Alastor walked forward, shutting the door behind Y/n now that they were fully in the room. He was close enough to feel their breath on his skin as he smiled down at them.

"No need, my dear, although, I do appreciate the offer."

A silence fell between the pair as Y/n took a few steps further into the room, their eyes running across every surface available before them. Alastor noticed their hands were clasped behind their back. It wasn't an unusual position for them but, something seemed different about it this time.

"What can I help you with?" he cordially asked and Y/n turned to face him.

"Well... I... um..." they locked eyes with Alastor, finding their words at last, "Nifty found something today. While she was cleaning."

Alastor was glad Y/n's demon form was not all that powerful in this moment. If it was, they would have heard his heartbeat spike. His voice, his demeanor, even his expression were easy to control but his heart? Not so much.

"Oh?"

"Yeah... I..." Y/n trailed off.

With a sigh, they brought their hands forward, opening them to reveal the source of Alastor's anxiety. Nestled there, in the softness of their palm, was the nail polish.

"She found it! Congratulations, my dear. You must be thrilled."

"Yeah." Y/n replied uncertainly, looking away.

Alastor knew why they were so uncomfortable, but his hope was stronger. There was an uncanny sense of optimism in him, one that was unfounded and unfamiliar. It drove him to pry, to see how much they really knew. For all Alastor knew, there could be something else entirely going on.

"Where was it?"

"I..." Y/n looked back at him once again, "That's the problem, Alastor. Nifty said... well, she said she found it in your room."

"In my room?" Alastor repeated, feigning confusion, a hand to his chest in mock surprise.

Y/n nodded.

"In your night table drawer."

They must have known him better than he thought, have seen the flash of sudden anger in his eyes or something like that, maybe he had tense his body. Whatever had ticked them off, they continued.

"She didn't open it. Nift said it was open and went to close it and just... spotted it in there so don't get mad at her, she didn't do anything wrong."

Alastor stood in silence, watching Y/n carefully.

"I just... Look, I'm not mad, I am just confused. Why was it in your room, did you take it from me?"

A shock of nerves fluttered in Alastor's stomach. The heat rushed to his cheeks and he looked away, a hand flying instinctually to his collar and tugging at it just the slightest bit, as if the room was too hot. It was all the answer Y/n needed.

"Why?"

Alastor turned back to Y/n and nearly stumbled back a few steps when he realized how much closer they had brought themselves to him. Nearly every other time, he was the one to bridge the distance, to step into their personal space. His breath caught in his throat, a sort of thrill flooding his mind.

"I... I..."

He had stuttered. Alastor didn't stutter. He had never stuttered, not even when he was alive.

"You..?" Y/n prompted, leaning forward slightly.

His mind was reeling. He couldn't tell if that was their goal, secretly, if they had finally realized the effect they had on him and begun to use it to their advantage. Alastor looked away again.

"It was..."

"You knew it was my favorite. Why did you take it?"

Fuck.

They were upset, maybe even angry. Alastor had seen them mad before but it had never been directed towards him. Normally, he would relish in the wrath of another but Y/n's wrath? Fuck. He realized right then and there, he would rather die.

"Husk." he admitted at last, his hands now fiddling with the cuffs of his jacket, his face flushed.

Alastor dared a glance at Y/n. Their brow was furrowed.

"Husk?"

"Yeah. Husk."

"I... why Husk? Did he dare you? Did he... I... what?"

Whatever feelings they had previously held had been replaced by pure confusion. Alastor could handle confusion. The situation at large was still unwelcome and rather untenable but, at least there was the confusion.

"He..." Alastor cleared his throat, brave enough to meet their eyes again at last, "He noticed."

"Noticed.... oh."

"Yeah."

They fell silent. This wasn't a thing Alastor had felt since he was very young. There was a wild animal in his chest. In this moment, he didn't just look like a deer, he was one and Y/n was the hunter with their gun trained on the spot between his eyes.

"It wa-"

"Did you also take it off the shelves all over the neighborhood?"

They had always been smart, smarter than he gave them credit for. Alastor grimaced, nodding slowly.

"Alastor, why did it bother you so much? Is it illegal to match my nails to my lips? Does it go against your... your weird ass deontological code?"

"No, it's just... it was... fuck!"

Y/n had never heard him curse before. A hand flew to Alastor's head, he took a deep breath.

"Alastor, I-"

"It was for me, okay? I... I didn't want anyone else noticing. It was just for me."

Y/n looked somehow even more confused as he lowered his hand once again. The releif that had accompanied the admission was greatly outweighed by his anxiety as he waited for their response.

"But Angel noticed too? Before Husk?"

"That's different." Alastor sighed, "He... You... I..."

"Alastor, what's going on?"

There was concern now, lacing their voice in its gentle vines. It almost made everything worse.

"I like you, okay!? There. Are you happy now!?"

He didn't know why he was yelling. Y/n's eyes went wide.

"You... like me? Like, like like me?"

He glared at them and they put their hands up in surrender.

"Just trying to clarify the situation!"

Alastor rolled his eyes, crossing his arms protectively over his chest.

"Yes. I... like like you or... whatever nonsense you just said. Are you happy now?"

It was a stand off, each training a metaphorical pistol at the other. Y/n was the one to finally break.

"Yes." they curtly replied, crossing their arms to mirror his position, "I'll... I'll let you get back to work now."

Someone had driven a nail right through Alastor's chest and into his heart. He watched their retreating form as they opened the door and slipped out into the hallway. Just as it was about to fall shut, they miraculously stuck a foot between the closing door and its frame, peeking their head back into the room.

"Just so you know: if you asked me out on a date," they began, their eyes flicking up to his from where they had previously been fixed on the floor, "I'd say yes."

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A/N Ant is a pretty common nickname for Anthony in NYC (where I am from and where I'm pretty sure Angel is supposed to be from). Yes, I will be using it in another fic I am working on too (its part two of Unexpected (Vox x Reader). Also,, deontology is when you have a strict set of ethical rules/maxims you stick by no matter what (Kant is a deontologist).

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[alkhemeya]

The Magnus Archives, Episode 6 — 10. Thoughts.

I have free will, and I've been spending it on listening to a horror podcast. Aha.

Also, funfact, I write these notes in real time, which is why they're... formatted a bit weirdly.

Statement Begins.

Episode 6 — Squirm.

1. Sex??? Also, we've another Timothy.

1.5. Okay, okay. So, guy takes girl out from bar for one night stand? Okay, sure.

2. The girl may be a, and don't take this a bad way, an addict? Trust me, people get WEIRD when off of drugs. She's catching herself hard, and acting a bit paranoid. Hmm.

2.5. Ooh. Being watched? Why is she acting weird. Also, she got mugged? Yeah, understandable. I've never been mugged but i get PARANOID AF when walking alone. It's bad.

2.6. Oh wait. WAIT. ALIEN PARASITE? SHE GOT STABBED IN THE STOMACH AND— YOOO.

3. Okay. Thank fuck there was no description of sex. I mean, it'd be weird if it was. Anyways, sex happened. Cool.

3.5. Oh shit? Are we gonna have an Alien moment? Chestburtser?

4. OH. OH WHAT THE FUCK??? WORMS? SHE FUCKING EXPLODES INTO ALIEN WORMS OH SHIT.

5. Yeah no, I too would do the same, Timothy. I don't CARE if I get frostbite, I too would burn down the flat. I just know this guy probably showered HARD after. Ugshsh.

6. Sims! Again! I love him. And he seems pretty convinced of this one.

7. Jane Prentiss. A name for later. Woman who may have parasitic aliens, or she's an alien and is making people into like, incubators? Ooh, living hives, or like, that type of wasp who lays eggs in prey and the larva eats out.

Episode 7 — The Piper.

1. WAR EPISODE WAR EPISODE! OH FUCJ YEAH. You can have so much fucked up shit in these type of episodes. Yessss.

1.5. Poor guy, clearly fucked up considering how this is written. Ngl, I understand nothing here, but history has always been my worst subject tbh.

2. Wilfred sounds... deranged. Or maybe he knows something? I keep getting that feeling.

2.5. Music??? Ooh. It's affecting Wilfred, and a bit of our statement giver. Bagpipes, or pan pipes. Rip Wilfred though.

3. Oh shit wait Wilfreds alive. Poor fucker though, imagine just... staying in someone's remains for a week just... starving. God, that's fucked. Real fucked.

3.5. And he's severely traumatised. Understandable. Like, shit man.

4. He met war? War God? WAR EDLRITCH GOD?? 'three faces, one to plat its pipes of crimshawed bone, one to scream its dying battle cry and one that would not open its mouth.' Holy fuck this is hard-core. So, my alien theory might stick, but maybe were dealing with eldritch gods a la lovecraft?

4.5 Wilfred you have such a wonderful way to describe this War God and its killing me. I want this on a shirt. OH THE EPISDOE IS CALLED THE PIPER LIKE HOW WILFRED IS CALLING THE WAR GOD THE PIPER.

4.6. Yeah, Wilfred deserves to get out. That man saw an eldritch god and got out... relatively unharmed. His psyche is fucked though.

5. So, the music foretells someone's death? The Piper plays his pipes and then you know that person will die? Huh...

6. WHY IS WILFRED BACK. THAT MANS BEEN TOUCHED BY AN ELDRITCH CREATURE. I just know things are gonna get FUCKED.

6.5. I was right. Wilfred is feral now. At least he still cares for our... statement giver in a way? Ehhh.

7. And Wilfred is dead. And honestly, me and statement giver are the same here. Wilfred died when peace was made. Wilfred survived, but became similar to the god of war and when peace was made he had to die for there was no more war.

8. Sims, my friend. Joseph Rayner is recognisable? Alright putting that in the Char post. Same with the piper, as I call it.

Episode 8 — Burned Out.

1. Construction, huh? Cool. And a guy who seemed out of a Polaroid. Oh yess.

2. And the guy left a smoldering on the floor? Hmmmmm. Is it like, uhhh, you know fire princess from adventure time? Like that! Guy is made of fire.

2.5. Raymond Fielding, fire guys name. Oh fuck our statement giver has history of family members being schizophrenic? Oh, oh that's gonna make things worse. So worse. (My dad was definitely going schizophrenic in his last days/months and it was bad, especially since his family also had schizophrenia (I.e his father, aka my grandfather.)

2.6. So his dad became obsessed with fractals? Why am I reminded of Uzumaki? Oh my god it is exactly like the Dad from Uzumaki, but using his blood then, uh, turning into a spiral.

2.7. This seems important, especially with the bones in all his hands guy. Putting that up for later.

3. Okay, Hill Top Lore! Oh, Raymond Fielding may be a ghost here. But, he run a orphanage, maybe? Just for eunaways and stuff.

3.5. Okay, name dropped a girl called Agnes. Definitely important. Wait, children stopped causing trouble and less were seen??? Raymond killed the kids, or sacrificed them. I'm calling it.

4. Oh, Agnes was the one? Wait no, maybe Raymond was using Agens as a scape goat? I'm not sure. But Raymond is definitely a ghost.

5. And statement giver is going a bit crazy. Or haunted? And now there's a priest. Raymond is a fire ghost, probably.

6. THE TREE BLEEDS? OH SHIT. THATS OMINOUS. and there goes the tree.

6.5. A box contained an apparently freshly picked apple. What the fuck.

6.6 NOT FUCKING SPIDERS WHY IS IT ALWAYS SPIDERS. I hate spiders. Ughh. Why were they in the apple????

7. Okay, either it was the tree, or the priest somehow got rid of the fire ghost Raymond. Maybe both.

8. Sims again! Ooh, so the priest left a statement too? Hell yeah. Sims, skeptic as usual.

9. Okay, so maybe the town is in on it? Or something? Nothing is adding up.

10. Okay, full name for Agnes is Agnes Montague. Who died at the same day that Lensik uprooted the tree. That's... really fucking ominous. IS THE HAND RAYMONDS???

Episode 9 — A Father's Love.

Okay, gonna have to be honest. I couldn't put notes down until half-way through, just because it kinda fucked me up listening to this.

1. Julia Montauk had a dad who killed for a cult. Who also may have done it so keep his daughter safe.

2. He may have been truing to keep his daughter safe from some dark creature, Literal in this case with the shadows. Eldritch creature? Possible.

3. Fucking hell, this is DARK (not a pun) like, dear god. So, dad is in a cult, kills people for said cult who probably worships this eldritch creature so he can keep his daughter safe.

3.5. I don't know what to write but this shit was definitely ritualistic. Was Juilia going to be the next victim if this didn't happen??

4. What. No seriously, what. At least Sims is here, again. I am very happy for his usual voice.

5. The peoples Church of the Divine Host, cult made by minister, oh Rayner! Different first name, but it's the same last name. Maybe Maxwell is Joseph's kid? Hm.

6. And the dad died by eldritch shadow creature. There is literally no explanation. Okay sure.

Episode 10 — Vampire Killer.

1. So, Trevor Herbert, Vampire Killer. Okay, and he's dying of lung cancer, fuck.

2. Like this take on Vampires. More animal then anything? Wild. And he was taken in by a Vampire? Even wilder.

2.5. And she killed his brother. Shit. Also, once again, love the take on vampires here. Still Horrifying though.

3. Hey, at least he killed her. Almost fucking caught fire, but eh. Also, another vampire and I fucking hate the descriptions in a good way. Ugh. These things seem more like leeches.

4. Oh! Martin refremce. Wonder how long he has been in the archives for considering he witnesses the statement? And Herbert suxxumed to cancer, damn.

5. Well, there was also evidence, but the teeth are gone. And the government seems to take this seriously.

And that's that. More sectioned in some places, but I have been listening to this podcast through the past few hours. So...

Anyways, I've decided Tim is now a vampire, especially since his last name is fucking Stoker. Also, just realised a few people in these statements have last names corresponding to horror authors. Love it.

Also, I have decided that instead of aliens, it's eldritch gods. Like, specifically, lovecraft version. Makes a bit more sense to me I admit.

I better see a guy whos lastmame is Shelley, or Du Maurier. Or even Maberry.

Statement Ends.

[zelandiangelo]

WIP Wednesday

tbh I feel like Mokuba is more present than anything else but I promise this is a puppyshipping fic LMAO

“Did you have any plans today?” Mokuba asks him. “Like, anywhere you needed to go? Roland can drive you into town. My brother’ll probably complain about it, but it’s all for show. He wouldn’t let you walk all that way.”

Joey has no intention of adhering to what Kaiba deigns to let him do (well, unless it’s inside the house. It would be rude to act like he owns the place, after all). But all the same, it’d probably be easier to take the ride than it would be to walk the several kilometers back to his apartment.

“Not exactly a ‘plan’, but… I left my phone charger at my place,” Joey admits. “Figured I’d swing by and grab it today.”

Mokuba frowns thoughtfully. “Is there anything else there you need?”

“Uhhh. Don’t think so?”

“We might be able to save you the trip.” Mokuba stands from the table. “C’mere, lemme see your phone.”

Joey hands it over, and then trails behind Mokuba as he carries the phone over to the countertop. He opens a drawer, which is filled with more loose cables than Joey has ever seen in one place. Probably enough to stretch around the room, if they were placed end-to-end, but he’ll never test that theory. It wouldn’t be worth the trouble of untangling the mess of wires pressed into the small space.

“Uhh, let’s see…” Mokuba begins trying cables at random. “No… no…”

“I kinda have to jam it in there, if that makes a difference,” Joey puts in.

Mokuba presses the charger he’s holding a bit harder to the port, but no dice. “You know, this would probably go faster if- oh, Seto!”

Joey barely sees the man flicker past the doorway. He’s headed for the front door, impeccably dressed despite his obvious rush, but his younger brother’s call stops him completely in his tracks. “What?” he calls as he backpedals to the doorway.

“Can you help us?” Mokuba points to the electrical thicket. “Joey needs a charger.”

Kaiba grunts, but he stomps over (well, he’s probably not stomping, but those boots against tile sure make it sound like it). “What model is that?”

It takes a second for Joey to realize Kaiba’s addressing him. “Uh, it’s an 8.”

“You’ll need a Lightning, then,” he mutters, tilting his head as he considers the drawer. “A C.”

This means nothing to Joey, but Kaiba clearly sees something he doesn’t, because he reaches into the cable nest, pinching between two long fingers a wire that doesn’t stand out to Joey at all. He plucks it delicately from the rest, shaking it to dislodge the other wires that cling to it, then holds it out towards Joey. “That should work.”

Mokuba looks on with a smirk as Joey takes the charger and plugs it into the wall outlet to test it. “Not only does my brother refuse to throw any of this junk away,” he taunts, “he has each and every individual piece of junk memorized.”

Kaiba had looked ready to sweep out of the kitchen and out of the house, but he stops and fixes Mokuba with a glare. “It’s not junk. These are all perfectly functional or I wouldn’t have kept them.”

“But we never use them!”

Kaiba waves a hand in Joey’s direction. “We’re using one right now.”

“Yeah, one. Out of like a million.”

“You’re exaggerating. There can’t be more than thirty in here.”

“Cool, so where’s our thirty other houseguests in need of chargers?”

“Uh.” Joey holds up his phone, screen emblazoned with the charging symbol. “It works.”

“Of course it does,” Kaiba says. He pushes the drawer closed. “Now, if that’s all, I needed to be out the door five minutes ago.”

[lover-of-mine]

Hi! So much has happened. Picking through different details to make sure this message is not repetitive because I know you have many many spies by now.

Firstly: the fake article. I cannot find who originally posted it. Only a screenshot from a BT mad about it. But apparently a Buddie made a fake post about a fake article about Lou quitting acting. They are very upset about it. It is ‘harassment’ apparently. People are offended that it cites mental health scare as the reason Lou would allegedly quit acting. As if BTs were not saying that Eddie should kill himself to mirror Ryan’s history of suicidality? Throwing stones from glass houses.

Here is the fake article screenshot. https://x.com/xfirepilot/status/1822790104525500839?s=46&t=i5gFcB_0q-6E5MZXiGtU_w

Secondly: Mark decided to lie about having ‘sources’ saying Lou is back on set this week. If he is not spotted… prepare for a full meltdown. They are CONVINCED this is the week. Especially because of the hangar. The longer they go without a sighting the more they lose it. They keep saying ‘quiet’ in hopes that it will make things happen (ie make Lou show up) which is kind of lame tbh. Taking all the fun out of the q word bit.

Thirdly: Happy birthday Peter! 9-1-1’s Instagram account posted a video of JLH + Oliver + Tracie + Ryan + Aisha + Kenny wishing him a happy birthday. Declan (Denny) also posted a photo of him and Peter. BTs are pretending that this is fine but are secretly losing it. Lou should be on set because of the hangar photo! Why is he not in that video! Why has he not posted about Peter’s birthday! But at the same time they are falling back once again on the ‘Lou is purposefully being hidden’ theory. Which is incompatible with their beliefs they will get a sighting this week.

Fourthly: one of them is saying a promo video will be released this week and promo photos the week after. I was not in the fandom in previous years but afaik this does not line up with past promo timelines? But correct me if I am wrong.

Fifthly: someone created a tumblr account called @killkinard and they are saying it is a death threat against Lou? Not Tommy? Very dramatic.

https://x.com/hofevanbuckley/status/1823057221053251994?s=46&t=i5gFcB_0q-6E5MZXiGtU_w

Sixthly: the subreddit drama… oh the subreddit drama. Okay. So. A BT shipper decided to make a new 9-1-1 subreddit because the main subreddit is way too Buddie focused. Complaining about anything to do with Tommy being downvoted on the main subreddit. So far the new subreddit has 35 members (as opposed to the 34170 members on the main reddit). So far half the posts on the new subreddit are transplanted from the main subreddit or the BT subreddit. Literally cross-posted. Makes sense that they do not like the main subreddit though. There was recently a post saying ‘why does Tommy get so much hate for being a bigot when half the main cast are cheaters’ uhhh because he is RACIST? And SEXIST? Honestly maybe it is a good thing they have that space now. Keep them contained away from the rest of us.

Seventhly and finally: someone said ‘I hope Lou posts a black and white picture Oliver takes of him on set’. They want Oliver and Lou to be Oliver and Ryan so bad oh my god. Not beating the Tommy/Eddie conflation allegations. Really all they ever do is steal from us. They have started calling Buddies ‘BDs’ now like we call them BTs. They are claiming Oliver’s new happy social media presence is a sign that he is filming with Lou. Everything we have or we say gets twisted and made about that man.

Anyways. I think it will be very funny if Lou does not show up this week. Especially because the hangar seems to be related to a Ryan and Kenny scene: https://x.com/buckleysbf/status/1823000264183271494?s=46&t=i5gFcB_0q-6E5MZXiGtU_w

Hi love 🩵

I don't even know what to say. I'm just staring at my phone. They really can't tell actors apart from characters huh? And this is a lot. I did the see part of the fake article drama but didn't fully get it. They definitely just want Tommy to be Eddie. I can't believe they dropped the BoB thing, come on guys, you don't have to copy everything we do. I do expect them to continue to detach themselves from reality more if Lou doesn't show up soon, even with the whole "they're hiding him" fantasy they have going.

[peanut-with-wifi-access]

FNAF SECURITY BREACH RUIN DLC SPOILERS

My theory for how the Daycare Attendant works

—·–-–·—

Eclipse was the original Theater Animatronic for the Superstar Theater. Capable of switching between three different personas/appearances with different AIs, so three AIs in one animatronic, what could go wrong? Anyway, the personas are as follows.

Eclipse, caring and kind, strict on certain rules but not overly stingy. Generally a pretty positive presence, likes making sure kids are both safe and having fun.

Sun, the ADHD embodiment of energy and happiness who cares more about having fun than following the rules and staying safe.

Moon, the mildly mischievous yet quiet embodiment of following the rules and keeping safe at all costs. Cares far more about following the guidelines than having fun or being risky.

The main gimmick of the Theatre shows was that Sun and Moon would get into an argument about something due to their contrasting personalities, and then Eclipse would come in at the end and give a solution that makes them both happy.

Eventually, Fazbear Entertainment started work on a Daycare area. To cut costs, they attached it to the Theatre, called it Superstar Daycare, and made Eclipse, Sun, and Moon work as The Daycare Attendants.

This... Didn't work very well. Eclipse tried his best to do both the plays and the Daycare, but Sun and Moon kept popping out at the wrong times, scaring the kids in the daycare or messing up shows cause they kept getting confused.

Fazbear Entertainment eventually (after a bunch of complaints from angry parents and Eclipse themselves) just let a staff bot run the Theatre and put Eclipse in the Daycare permanently. However, they were still stressed out often. Sun and Moon were struggling to adjust to their new roles, and Eclipse had trouble playing the mediator while also trying to watch a hundred kids.

Due to all this stress, They were the first to get infected by the virus. Glitchtrap took one look at Eclipse and decided to lock him away, while tweaking bits of Sun and Moon to make them more useful.

Sun became overly anxious and stressed out constantly, desperately wanting to make sure everyone was having fun, whilst also trying to keep them safe. His demeanor became frantic and panicked, easily lashing out when things went wrong and constantly yelling.

Moon, meanwhile, lost all care for safety, and instead believed that once the lights went out, the children 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 be asleep, or they're naughty and need to be punished. He doesn't know how fragil humans are, but as long as the kid is laying down and isn't moving, that means they're asleep, and Moon can go get the other kids to sleep too.

Without Eclipse as a mediator, these two quickly grew to despise eachother, believing that the other must be kept away at all costs.

Thanks to Cassie though, the virus is gone, and Eclipse is back, and now they just need to clean up this mess.

"Goddamn, what happened while I was gone?!"

"Uhhh, sorry..?"

"I don't think a "sorry" is gonna make him less mad at us."

"You are correct."

[the-unknown-void]

How do I title this without sounding like a freak?

Drone Reproduction Headcanons/theories (NOT-NSFW)

You know when something presents you a fictional species and establishes that said species can reproduce. Immediately your brain starts intrusively pondering "Man I wonder how that works."

I say intrusively because it's not like I WANTED to think about it, but I've got a curious brain and it can end up kind of interesting.

Now what the hell is this about? Murder Drones, yeah, robots.

Warning: My headcanons/theories for this are ENTIRELY SFW but I will add a "keep reading" divider regardless. also this is just so I can ramble, note that none of this is canon and it purely my own ponderings.

Let's get a few things out of the way: THEY DO NOT HAVE GENITALS, AND THEY DO NOT NEED TO DO THE NASTY! While I definitely think humans would totally make robots that do that(because we're freaks), I'm just going to ignore that lmao.

You've probably seen this idea before, and I've heard something about the creator mentioning it but I don't have Twitter so I have don't really know.

I had an idea for this already, but also this post(TW: Implied Miscarriage) by @tomahachi12 gives it more detail. I already had an idea for the parent drones to hook themselves up with a cord, and copy both their code into.. something. But I didn't really think of how the actual baby came to be.

But now thanks to them, I've gotten a full idea.

They get the pill baby/baby drone shell or whatever you wanna call it beforehand. Use a specialized cord to connect each other and the baby drone Start the data transfer to the baby drone and after an hour or several, baby is officially a conscious being that'll slowly grow up!

What does this mean? Gay couples can reproduce just as easily as their hetero counterparts, nothing special required! (Am still pondering if more or less than 2 parents could be possible too)

Those afflicted with the Absolute Solver(Like Uzi, Nori, Doll, and Yeva) will have MUCH more difficulty successfully conceiving due to corrupted data.

So what about Disassembly Drones?

Since disassembly drones used to be worker drones at some point, they would still technically have the necessary code to be able to reproduce.. however, it would be unused, and they would lack port for the specialized cord. As they are mainly cloned, meaning they don't have a need to reproduce themselves. Also they don't have their own baby-forms, they'd have to use a worker drone baby-shell.. How that would effect its appearance growing up, I don't really.. know.

They'd have to be altered slightly in order to actually use that old code for reproduction, but this wouldn't be too difficult, as they mainly just need that port.

Can a Worker Drone and a Disassembly Drone reproduce? (cough cough, N/Uzi, cough cough)

Uhhh.. I'm sorry people but the answer is probably not. umu

While disassembly drones were once worker drones, they still have loads of differences in data that'd scramble the whole process, similar to being afflicted with the Absolute Solver.

And quick note for Uzi specifically: Combined with her situation where she's basically fused with Cyn now.. she's effectively infertile, sorry. That's a LOT wrong going on.

Best case scenario is that the child of a worker drone and disassembly drone would not take on any disassembly drone traits, only being a worker drone.

Conclusion?

Don't let this stop you from making any fan-kids or.. imagining other processes, wink wonk. Ahem- This is purely my own thoughts and ideas based on the show and things I made up in my head.

If you disagree, that's fine. If you like these ideas and want to use them? Go ahead, they definitely aren't original anyways.

Some may be saddened by the fact my headcanons disable Nuzi children- and while I don't personally think Uzi would ever want kids, may I present you an idea: surrogate V. Since she is also a disassembly drone like N, and is unafflicted with the Absolute Solver. Hehe.

Have fun doing whatever you want with this.

[jampookie]

🎸⚡ Max Trio Headcanons Time!!!! Yay!!!!

IF YOU HAVE ANY OF YOUR OWN PLSSSSS TELL ME OMGOMG

Jaime:

- SHE DATED MARIA IN MIDDLE SCHOOL: IDC. THEYRE MIDDLE SCHOOL EXES what evidence do I have?? uhhh,,,.......none but i pinky promise they are.

- She's Chinese and Freeeench!!! : Chinese from her Mom and French from her Dad. She knows both languages fairly well and her favorite hobby is to say random things to Max in them that he will never understand (and loses his mind over~)

- She used to have medium length hair but cut it in freshman year: New Year New (Jai)Me!!!

- This is even more random than the Maria one but I hc her to be siblings with the spinoff ep 2 nurse: hear me out okay i just.........idk i think it's probably the lack of max trio content that's getting to my mind.

and it's just nurse lady has the same color palette as jaime ssss...sso...so....WHATEVER

- ⬆️ Adding to thisssss:

When she was a kid her sis was goth (liek as a teen? 10 year age gap between them im guessing) and mini 5 year old Jaime always felt INSPIRED🪄🪄 so she got alot of practice as a kid by stealing makeup hehehe and now she has a PhD in dressing goth! huzzah!

...most of her clothes are hand me downs but atleast she got a starter pack of some sorts 😾

- Whenever she's bored she practices her makeup-ing on Damien,: Since he can actually sit still. She tried it on Max but he either fell off the chair or subconsciously rubbed it all off when his face got itchy....whoops.

- She playssss....keyboard 🎹! I think! And she probably sings sometimes too. Lalalala 🎤🎤

- After Ep 11 events she made pretty good friends with Jake!!!:

Fun Scenario - One day Jaime just so happened to not have makeup on so she was just walking around with her natural BEAUTAY but Jake didn't recognize her like that so he released a quite high pitched SHRIEK and fell backwards thinking she was someone else. They were both quite confused.

- DAMIEN AND MAX CALL HER 'JAY' AS A NICKNAME: Change my mind😈😈😡🤑

- She's not very good at facial expressions:

If she's having the time of her life she'll slightly smile. If she fell off a cliff and lost a few limbs she might slightly pout. The other 99.99% of the times in her life are just a deadpan expression, 😐.

Max:

- MAAAAAAX MY MAIN MAN!!!!!: Before I FULLY start up abt him I just wanna blab a lil on how I think him and Jaime met.

In either Freshmen or MS (I can't decide) Jaime was just listening to music in art class minding her own business till a red and orange gremlin invited himself into her personal space. "WHAT THE HELL DUDE YOU LISTEN TO (certain cool band) TOO!?!? WHAAAAT!?!?" shrieked the gremlin, unaware and uncaring of the other 30 people in the room.

And there you go. Jaime Max friendship. Huzzah!

- Half Brazilian Half Mexican!!: Mexican from his Mom so he knows his Spanissssh!!! I've never thought about Max's dad so lets say he's fatherless. Good for him.

⬆️ - ONTO THIS: I also headcanon Drew as half Mexican (and half Filipino if anyones interested) so so so so SO me thinks Drew and Max are cousins! Teehee!

They used to get along. They fell out. Or the two sides of the family fell out? Can't decide but I will agree with any theory that suggest DRAX ENEMIES GAAAHHHH DRAX ENEMIES!!!!!

- He plays guitar, drums and also sings: Triple cool 😆

- His eyebrow piercing got irritated alot. Like ALOT:

He forgot to clean it. Damien tried endlessly to tell him he'd end up with a tomato brow if he didn't take care of it. He didn't really listen but hey it worked out in the end!! happy days!

- He has BIG mood swings BIG: This is canon but WHATEVER. I like to imagine some of the hangouts he has with his friends go like:

5 minutes in: Oh yay! This is a fun hangout!

10 minutes in: I HATE THE FLOOR AND I HATE THE TWO OF YOU GO AWAY LEAVRMA,LEN,ENNOW

12 minutes in: I love you guys pls neevrbr leavemr idk what Id do without u ❤️❤️ group hug guys group HUG❤️

13 minutes in: we're not hanging out anymore

13½ minutes in: NO COME BACK IM SORRY I DIDN'T MEAN IT

- He laughs either like a hyena or like Peter Griffin: he's either "SAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHGKAKLJJABLJAHLJIBJAKLBJAKLLJABJKBJAIBZIBAIJBIABJLIBIAIBJLIBJLALBJAJLBIKABJLIKBMAL" or "nyeheheheheheh...." depends if he's feeling BIG AND BOLD or mischievous cheshire cat 😈

- His love language is pacing around the room and telling you his grand bizarre plans and interests. Just endlessly talking....:

Me too Max. Me too.

- Sport is one of his other hobbies besides music he definitely loves the competitiveness part in sport class:

Half his classmates want him blown to smithereens, but hey he's a really good player so the sporty ones like him! He LOVES to win AND WON'T ACCEPT A DRAW EITHER HE WILL NOT

every time a draw happens he grabs the nearest ball and throws it at the nearest person while shrieking in agony

When his team wins hes like ☝🏻☝🏻☝🏻☝🏻☝🏻☝🏻🤡😂🤡😂🤡😂🤡😂🤡🤣🤡😂🤣🤡😂🤡☝🏻☝🏻☝🏻☝🏻☝🏻☝🏻☝🏻☝🏻 nanananananananan hahahahahah

- He has ALOT of his freckles because he's always outside:

It's the only reason Jaime and Damien have an ounce of Vitamin D, cause Max always drags them outside to hang out!

- TOOTH GAP. CANON. CANON. DONT CARE:

😁😁😁

- Him and Damien love South Park!!:

His favorite is probably Cartmannn..... He likes to imagine himswlf and Damien as Cartman and Kyle. He's very sad Jaime doesn't really watch it though.

- All 3 of them love Homestuck though!!!! When the 4th member of their band didn't DITCH THEM YET (🙄) They all cosplayed the Beta kids:

Max was Dave, Damien was John, Jaime as Roseeee.....and Loser Traitor 4th member was Jade. Screw you LT.

Damien:

Damikins Damikins Damishminkywins my little shmitten kitten booboo snooky cookie🥹🥹🥹🥹

HE HAS STRETCHED LOBES.: IM TELLING YOU.

He also has lazy eye: if you don't know what that is it's basically One eye is great and does it's job. Second eye sucks and goes loosy goosey (up down left right instead of centre we'll say.)

HE'S GERMANNNN: I can't decide if he actually speaks German though idk....hmmmmmmm yeah maybe actually

Likes to paint 🎨🎨: AND HE'S DAMN GOOD AT IT TOO 😈😈 He mainly does objects but sometimes people!

HIM AND HAILEY MAKE THE BESTEST FRIENDS!: They're both physically 17 but internally 97. They stand together, deeply sigh together and criticize the hideously idiotic people around them. Damiens the more talented one at it though.

⬆️ wait this just occured to me. Hailey Damien and Zander as a trio would be so great?? OMG

New HC!!!! Him and Zander both wear alot of jewelry (bracelets and rings and stuff) so they might trade some 🤔🤔: hmmm

He's one of those people that's naturally very good at Math: so he's always the one his friends (or just random classmates..) go to for either answers to steal or just for help. He doesn't really mind either, how kind of him 😁😁

Basic Stuff..

..like bdays and heights!!!

🎁

Max: December 3rd 2003

Damien: January 17th 2003

Jaime: October 31st 2003

📏

Max: 5'7 idk (170cm)

Damien: 6'3 (190cm)

Jaime: 5'3½! (161cm)

OKAY THERES THAT DONE. idk if you can edit posts i forgor but hey if i think of any more hcs or see any from others I like I'll come back and update. TY FOR READING ALL THIS BABBLING HELPME

[maddymoreau]

My Thoughts on Poppy Playtime Chapter 3

Ollie is ADORABLE!!!! "No ouchies or lost body parts?" HE'S A BABY I NEED TO PROTECT!!!!!! AHHHHHH!!!!!! (¬‿¬) I have ZERO evidence for this but my theory is he’s The Prototype.

I’m REALLY happy to see the phone Ollie calls the player on is identical to the one in Project: Playtime! It’s nice seeing stuff introduced in Project: Playtime finally appear in the main series.

( ⚆_⚆ ) ESPECIALLY DR. HARLEY SAWYER!!!! WOW THE TAPE FEATURING HIM TALKING TO THE PROTOTYPE WAS DARK!!!! I knew a man like Dr. Sawyer would be a sick and twisted individual since he created the Bigger Bodies Initiative.

Despite that I was NOT prepared to hear the joy in his voice to experiment on children. It was revolting.

This exchange:

Prototype: "You stick us. Beat us. Tear at flesh. Do you feel it?"

Dr. Sawyer: "There is a secret inside you, 1006. Valuable beyond all measure. I cut and prod and burn at it, and I get closer with each session . . . So speak, or don't. Fight, or give in. Regardless, I learn something new about you every day . . . (Laughs) It excites me!"

Prototype: "Thank you."

Dr. Sawyer: "You . . . thank me?"

Prototype: "Absolutely. I learn something new about you every day."

THAT FINAL LINE WHEN THE PROTOTYPE IS MIMICKING DR. SAWYER'S VOICE AHHHHHH!!!!

＿|￣|○ I WANNA KNOW WHAT HAPPENED TO DR. SAWYER SO BADDDDD!!!!!! He wasn’t around for The Hour of Joy but I hope he suffered.

Leith Pierre: "Normally I'd have Dr. Sawyer do this but he's uhhh . . . out, let's say. So you got me until they find his replacement."

(o ´ _ ` )o The contrast between how Dr. Sawyer speaks to the experiments VS Leith Pierre the Head of Innovation at Playtime Co.

Both dehumanize the experiments in different ways.

Leith Pierre can’t even bother remembering Catnap's real name. He puts on this fake friendly facade. Referring to Catnap as his Pal and Buddy. It's so disingenuous.

Especially when he asks, "Heya Theo! How ya doin' bud?" Pierre could care less about how Catnap feels. It's only when Catnap responds, "The Prototype will save us." That gets Pierre to finally drops the corporate spiel. Admitting to what this place is. Catnap’s prison.

No wonder Catnap worshipped The Prototype after being save when this is what he’s told about his horrific situation.

Leith Pierre: "THIS is your life now. Get used to it."

I absolutely LOVED all the new features for the Grab Pack. The air jet looked SO FUN!!!! Watching people desperately shoot the flare gun against smiling critters in a cramped space WAS SO INTENSE!!! The smiling critter's small growls and whimpers made me sad.

(ʃƪ 〃’▽’〃)♡ The horror in this chapter was INCREDIBLE!!!! While I had fun playing Chapter 2 I remember feeling disappointed by the scares.

CHAPTER THREE HAD ME HORRIFIED!!!! EVERY JUMP SCARE HAD ME FLYING OUT MY CHAIR, THE ATMOSPHERE WAS AMAZING AND AHHHHH THE HOME ORPHANAGE SECTION!!!!!

It reminded me of PT ∑(; °_°) Especially with the radio informing us that in Elliot Ludwig's house it was discovered he HAD THE BODY OF A CHILD IN A DUFFLE BAG!!?!?!?!?!?!

ALSO THAT ONE RADIO'S REVERSE MESSAGE!!!

"8-8-1995 I find your presence intrusive. After all this time you return. You come in here and yet you kill and murder. You pilate and destroy. Your presence was demanded 10 years ago and yet you didn't show up . . . 8-8-1995 You were supposed to be here. Why weren't you here? You missed the event. You missed the meeting. You missed the party. You have no right to be here . . ."

AHHHHHH MOBGAMES KNEW WHAT THEY WERE DOING WITH THE LIGHTING IN THIS SCENE!!!!!

I thought I was going to see MY BOY 😭💔!!!!!!

Huggy Wuggy is completely fine.

Kissy Missy was so sad and adorable in this chapter. Seeing her stare at the picture and hug herself BROKE MY HEART ( o̴̶̷᷄ _ o̴̶̷̥᷅ )!!! She deserves the world.

Catnap acting like a child and avoiding school 😭💔

Miss Delight was a minor spoiler I knew about since people used her face in their thumbnail. However I was NOT prepared for her to act like a Coil-Head!!!!

Theodore being described as antisocial and having a peculiar relationship with an imaginary friend _(:ì」∠)_.

That “imaginary” friend being The Prototype. Who guided Theodore to help them both escape. Only for Theodore to get electrocuted since he was just a child who didn't know how to safely use a Grabpack.

The Prototype throwing away their chance to escape to save Theodore by bringing him to the staff. Showing The Prototype does care in some way.

Only for Theodore to be later turned Catnap.

THEN the player electrocutes Catnap the SAME way Theodore originally received his injuries. The Prototype comes to “save” Theodore once again but this time by making Catnap a part of him AND CATNAP ACCEPTS SO WILLINGLY (˃ ⌑ ˂ഃ )!!!!

It felt like I was watching a religious experience.

I love Poppy Playtime but I do think they show too much in their trailers. Dog day is a great example but even then his scene was *chef kiss*

All the smiling critters crawling inside Dogday as he desperately screamed in agony and for us to run away left me speechless.

I liked the detail of Dogday calling us angel. I'm excited to see all the AUs people create where we save him.

ALSO THE HOUR OF JOY WAS A BLAST TO WATCH!!!!!

I know Poppy is right that it was just senseless slaughter. How all that death didn't fix or help anyone. Especially when it didn't matter if those killed were innocent or not.

However imagining these characters being painfully experimented on and stripped of their autonomy. Going though years of hell and finally reaching their breaking point. It's hard to not feel good for them getting to release that anger. Even if I know it's wrong.

ALSO I GOT TO SEE MY SECOND FAVORITE CHARACTER BOXY BOO YAYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!

THERE WAS SOOOOO MUCH HUGGY WUGGY IMAGERY IN THIS CHAPTER AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

I'M GOING TO OVER THINK IT!!!!!! I HAVE NO THEORIES I’M JUST POINTING DETAILS OUT!!!!!!

When hallucinating Huggy Wuggy's face is on the employee training video:

“Join the Innovationists, where the bounds of science are continuously pushed. Or join the Counselors of Playcare, whose diligence and care for our children will help shape a brighter future, just you see.”

“Now every one of you has your part in that future, so should you come back tomorrow feeling unhappy for where you are, or what you’ve done . . . worry not, for your supervisor is here and happy to listen! And . . . should you come back . . . years later . . . your conscience finally getting the better of you. May you descend into the dark and the dust, finding all that awaits you are incomprehensible horrors . . . each hungry for your return, each eager that they might find you. Perhaps they’d smile at you from a shadow, their smiling mouths full of teeth and meat and plastic, watching and waiting patiently for their turn at a warm welcome. Or perhaps they won’t allow you such a time to figure your place in the world you’d left. A world that’s theirs now. Welcome home.”

The video transforms into a manifestation of the player's guilt. Not only for their involvement for whatever they did while working at Playtime Co. but for being gone and returning after ten years.

This is also paired with the player's possible guilt for killing Huggy Wuggy and their fear of him.

The hallucination version being a more exaggerated version of the Chapter 1 Huggy Wuggy vent chase.

When Catnap causes the player to later hallucinate:

Poppy: “Do you even know what’s real?”

Poppy: “No you don’t.”

THEN AT THE END OF THE HALLUCINATION IT SHOWS US THE DAY OF JOY!!!! Which is very odd when you consider two things. We've been told multiple times we weren’t there and during this scene we didn't know what the Hour of Joy was.

So the player hallucinating being in front of Huggy Wuggy’s podium during The Hour of Joy with a large Prototype hand reaching for us IS ODD!!!

ALSO THE TAPE IT SHOWS THAT’S WHERE HUGGY WUGGY WAS DURING THE HOUR OF JOY!!!!!!!

WHAT DOES IT MEAN?!?!?!?!

This is just speculation but perhaps the player's memories aren't as trustworthy as we think. After all we still aren't even sure who even sent us the letter or tape in Chapter 1.

"EVERYONE THINKS THE STAFF DISSAPEARED 10 YEARS AGO WE'RE STILL HERE FIND THE FLOWER"

It’s important to point out the characters from Chapter 2 made ZERO appearance during these hallucinations. Mommy Long Legs, PJ Pug-a-Pillar, Bunzo Bunny and the Wack-a-Wuggy.

Is the Huggy Wuggy imagery used because he’s who we encounter at the start of the game?

OR SOMETHING MORE AHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

[francis-writes]

oml i am literally OBSESSED with rabban and no one writes for him except you! (thank you so much for that, genuinely)

i was wondering if you could write some headcanons or a scenario where the f!s/o of rabban is caught by him wearing some of his clothes because they don’t see eachother often?

im not sure if harkonnen have like clothes that aren’t meant to be worn in battle, but for the sake of this, maybe it could be something like a cloak?

(maybe you could throw in some nsfw too if that would be ok?)

thank you so much in advance!! :D and have a great day/night/evening

Okay, so I already mentioned that unfortunately Rabban spends most of the time away from you, on military missions. Depending on the situation, you only see each other during the nights, or he's away for a few weeks straight. In theory, House Harkonnen and Giedi Prime in general are heavily based on its military power, but other members of his family and people on higher positions spend part of their time on councils and creating strategy, meanwhile Rabban works almost exclusively in the field.

You don't have much to do and even if you find yourself a hobby, that's still not enough to distract your attention from yearning, especially that you share a room with Rabban and everything reminds you about him. It's probably not helpful but sometimes when you're free, you just sit there with his his things or clothes that still smell of his body (at least when you manage to hide them from servants collecting laundry).

(By the way, I suppose there are more casual clothes, but these are mainly shirts and other things worn under "armor" or however you call these protective parts of clothing; and also elegant outfits like that robe/coat worn by Piter de Vries. But yeah, I guess most clothes are made to be useful both everyday and during possible combat; there also might be some things like nightgowns and pajamas unless most Harkonnens prefer to sleep naked)

But even when you're busy with something, at least in your chambers, you started to wear his clothes. Unless you're well-built like him, these clothes are too big and hang on you but that's kinda comforting. It reminds you how you feel in his arms, when he embraces you and you nuzzle into his chest, feeling hidden and protected from the world.

Anyway, Rabban didn't know about your little habit, not that you deliberately hid that fact... well, you simply didn't mention it in conversations and you took off his clothes when you knew he was gonna come back soon. It wasn't a crime but you would feel a bit awkward admitting it. It was too sentimental behaviour, nothing that a Harkonnen would approve of.

But it all changed one day when Rabban came back earlier from his mission and somehow no servant came to inform you (well, maybe he ordered them to keep a secret on purpose, because he wanted to surprise you; or perhaps it was another of the little accidents that create every story). You didn't expect to see him before the next day, so when he entered your shared room, you were still dressed in his oversized shirt.

While he was walking there, he was really excited and full of intense conflicting emotions - happiness and arousal before seeing you, anger, anxiety and stress after the last fights, fear about reaction of his uncle... but when he stood in that door and saw you standing there in his shirt, all those worries disappeared for a moment. He just looked at you, slightly surprised.

You were surprised as well and you weren't sure what to say in this situation, so you just said "You're early..." and didn’t explain anything more.

Rabban just nodded and got in, closing the door behind him. He walked closer and eyed you up. "Is that my shirt?"

You felt a bit embarrassed so you looked away from his face and explained "Yes. Sorry that I didn't ask but I missed you and this, uhhh... this reminded me about you and made me feel as if you were close... I know it probably sounds silly, but-"

"No, it doesn't" Rabban interrupted you and took you in his arms, pressing you to his body. You looked at him and he seemed actually... happy? Touched? Slightly turned on?

He kissed you and his hands slided under this shirt, caressing your naked body. When he broke the kiss, he looked at you with a smile. "That's really... well, how do call it... nice, sweet..."

You raised your eyebrow "Cute?"

He nodded. "Yeah, cute"

Rabban pulled you on the bed until you landed on top of him. He embraced you with his arms and smiled gratefully as you caressed his cheek with your hand.

"You could tell me, I would leave you more things. But apart from that, I think it was kinda unfair, since I didn't get anything from you for my travel"

"I am sorry, but I doubt that my clothes would fit you-"

"Who says anything about wearing them? It would be enough to see and touch them. Or, if you wore them for some time, I could still feel your smell" Rabban smiled and kissed you again. His fingers caressed your inner thigh and you shivered under his touch.

"What part of clothing do you have on mind?" You asked jokingly, but Rabban replied in completely serious tone:

"I am not picky, I will be happy with whatever you give me"

[acorpsecalledcorva]

Thanks to the amount of systems cringe stuff spamming this tag I finally gave in and had a look at what they're saying, great decision on my part, happy for myself and so grateful for the inspiration lmao.

Honestly fuck all the fake claiming stuff, that's old hat, I wanna talk about the reverse conspiracy theory stuff they got going on. Namely their new automod response to anyone that mentions RAMCOA. So uhhh trigger warnings for discussion on that.

That link for an "archive database"? It points to the Grey Faction website, the Satanic Temples replacement for the False Memory Foundation. It's kinda sad honestly, sparsely populated with old news about Colin Ross' eye lasers and 80s satanic panic stuff to completely discredit the ISSTD as the organisation stands today. They completely deny the concept of repressed memories and don't believe in DID at all, even if they try to hide it with carefully chosen language

Does this kinda stuff happen? Absolutely. But the issue is, unsurprisingly, nuanced and complicated.

The Body Keeps the Score has a great section on this. In one chapter the author recounts a patients sudden recollection of abuse memories after seeing their abuser having been arrested on television. The patient had spent their entire life having no recollection of these events, only for them suddenly to reappear in crystal clear and full sensory detail. It does sound kinda unbelievable, I mean we know how dubious and unreliable memory can be, how can these memories be preserved so perfectly outside of conscious awareness? Well the chapter goes on to explore accounts of traumatic memory around Shell Shock. As it turns out, veterans that didn't get Shell Shock often had very personalised accounts of the war, they would even romanticise their experiences spun as a narrative of personal valour and heroism. Shell Shock patients on the other hand had much more accurate and factual recollections that all corroborated with each other, it would be as if they were back there experiencing it as it was, as opposed to looking back on it from the present.

This is because of how memory is processed. A healthy processed memory is becomes part of your own personal narrative, how you feel about it, the lessons you learned from it, and how it relates to the rest of your life. A traumatic memory doesn't do this, because it is deemed as incompatible with personal narrative, impossible to feel anything about, and threatens the integrity of the rest of the psyche, it sits outside. Like lost luggage at an airport never opened and never claimed.

This isn't necessarily the case for traumatic memory in DID though, at least in a good number of cases what's preserved is the emotional memory, feelings of helplessness or betrayal, body sensations of things happening, but the details, the auto biographical recollection of events can be lost.

In fact, this is one of the key ways the false memory foundation claims have been debunked. You can install the memory of being lost in the mall to someone, but what you can't do is give someone PTSD symptoms around a false memory, those emotional and physical intrusions can't be implanted.

This is to say that the trauma is always real, it deserves attention and validation and treatment, but we do have to be careful about what we do with the content of traumatic memories. And you know what? This is 100% in line with ISSTD guidance for the therapy of patients with a Dissociative Disorder. Therapists are advised not to take disclosures of recounted traumatic memories too literally, not least of all because different alters might have different accounts of events. It can cause a lot of internal conflict and distress to believe one alter over the other and they can't all be right. So what you do is something called Processing. Here's a great video on that from the CTAD clinic

This all relates to the derealisation aspect is DID, and in fact, many have called it a disorder of multiple realities rather than multiple personalities. I guess it depends on which way you wanna look at it from the DPDR continuum. Because of the extreme compartmentalisation of action systems, traumatic memory can be chopped up and distributed among different parts. Some get the emotional memory, some get the physical memory, some transform the content of the memory into something that fits the personal narrative of their created identity. For instance am alter that believes they are a victim of witch trials may have memories of a mob with pitchforks and torches, or a wolf alter might have memories of being surrounded and trapped by hunters in someone who has trauma around severe playground bullying. The emotional experience is retained, but the biographical details are changed into something the brain hopes can be processed, even if it fails in doing so.

Where this gets very messy, is that you can take a compartmentalised emotional or physical intrusive memory, devoid of content, and be suggestible to details that might fill the blanks. This is largely what happened during the satanic panic. Imagining a potential form of abuse, while triggered, can attach those imagined details to the emotional memory. Heck, multiple alters can each attach their own individual narrative of details to the same emotional Intrusion.

And this is a very serious problem I've seen in the community. So many times someone will ask questions about a relatively normal DID experience, and someone will chime in with "well in my case it's the result of programming". This is such a fucking irresponsible and dangerous thing to do. We cannot suggest possible forms of abuse to scared and confused systems that are in the wake of being triggered. This can go SO badly. Many of us suffer from psychosis, paranoia can quickly turn into a full blown delusion, especially when we're talking about organisations of child trafficking and mind control.

Cults exist.

Trafficking organisations exist.

Abusive religious organisations exist.

There's no denial that this happens, but we absolutely cannot just go around suggesting that this might have happened to someone who hasn't yet processed their trauma.

This isn't about disbelieving people, or telling people they are wrong about their trauma, but directing towards what matters, stabilisation from destabilising thoughts during a terrifying and confusing time, grounding, and finding a safe space through which to process the painful emotions so that they no longer intrude on daily life.

Back to Systems Cringe and the Grey Faction, there's something to be said about how faith in institutions can completely broken when we forget, and are reminded, that they aren't some flawless entity but are made up of flawed people that make mistakes

But I think this comment sums up everything I would want to say on that

[vind3miat0r]

Hush EA Spoilers.

WOAAHHH OKAY I AM GENUINELY TWEAKING WTF WAS THAT??? /POS

OKAY. okay. a LOT to unpack here holy shit

first off, loving the soft Hush and Doc interactions at the beginning, the babygirl is learning! i love them ahsgajdh and Hush asking Doc to hold his hand :(((

VEGAS REFORMING. oh. wow.

it sounds like Hush only pulled together the parts of Vega from before the Cacophony ended. he has a better(?) view of humans, and he doesnt seem so vindictive of them as of yet

one thing that caught my attention is that Vega said "I am the first-formed of Gravity." he's one of the first demons. i even theorized as much in my last tinfoil hat post (therefore it is my legal right to say "HAH! called it!") that makes the Sovereign's cruelness towards demons even more sad, cuz he knew what they were like before they were evil n shit

another thing that Vega said was that he was the "Anacrusis of his (D'Deridahn's) Phrase." (this is referring to when he's repeating his whole name). again, we already know that "anacrusis" means "one or more unstressed syllables at the beginning of a verse."

i said in an earlier theory that the term "Anacruses" might be a fancy title for old demons. Vega said he's the "Anacrusis of [D'Deridahn's] Phrase." so, i think in some aspects, i was right, but "Anacruses" is more specific: it refers to the first demon created by a Sovereign; the "Phrase" in question being the line of demons created by that Sovereign, and the Anacrusis of that phrase being the first demon. do you see where im going with this?

speaking of lines, Vega said "When you made the Well. When you formed the line."

now, the obvious jump we can make with this is that Hush is the one who created the Elision Well in Aria. we already know from previous audios that Hush was someone else before he was Hush. he maintains that he was created (recently) by the Sovereigns, but Vega calling him "Egregore of the Sovereigns" clearly says that Hush indeed was someone else beforehand

whats interesting is that Vega doesnt say that Hush (or Egregore) is a Sovereign; he says "of the Sovereigns," which is funny because Egregore sounds like a very Sovereign-esque name, not a star's name like a demon's. looks like Egregore is a creation of the Sovereigns too, but what is he? is he the same as Hush, the silence in the spellsong? or is he something completely different, like a lesser Sovereign, or the first demon? could the naming conventions have been different back then? or maybe, its the opposite direction, with Egregore being an angel-type character?

and what is the "line" that Vega refers to? i assume that it has to do with the Well, considering that he says, "When you made the Well. When you formed the line." maybe its the line of yet-to-be-formed demons, lying in wait just beyond perceptibility?? we dont know why demons have kept forming in the Well after the Sovereigns were chained to Death, Avior said as much im sure; and granted, we dont even know how or why the Well was formed in the first place, but we do now know that Hush/Egregore was responsible for it

wrapping this up with YIPPEE THEYRE GONNA GO FIND WARDEN!! THEYRE GONNA GO LOOK FOR MY BABYGIRL!!!! i love Warden sm, they have a special place in my heart augh. cant wait for Hush to show up with their presumed dead situationship and be like "can you fix him 🥺🥺🥺" and for Warden to be like "WHAT THE FUCK??!" need to see them get angry on god frfr

in conclusion, Hush reforms Vega, Vega drops some Hush lore while also being an amnesiac, and sends all the theorizers of the fandom into a tail-spin trying to figure the meaning of the cryptic titles he keeps spitting out. uhhh damn thats crazy. anyways, thank you for coming to my ted talk, and remember: its just a theory (a game theory–)

[toournextadventure]

I’m gonna jump on the train. I just think it’ll be hilarious to have a gn!r be a gentle giant, and everyone trusts them with their lives except for Sam 😭.

Sam: you’re tall, crazy fast and strong. You’re always fucking hot.

Tara: HEY!

Sam: I MEANT BODY HEAT, TARA! It’s suspicious. I know what you are…

R: *just a confused lil (gigantic) guy* what am I?

*everyone at the same time*

Tara: my love (a simp)

Mindy and Chad: a werewolf!

Sam: ghostface!

*everyone is hella confused now*

Mindy: I though you were trying to quote twilight and wanted the lines to fit R….

Chad: same

Tara: *covering her face*

Sam: uhhh…

R: does this mean you don’t like me? 🥺

Everyone would immediately want to give Sam a bonk. Cause how dare she make R feel bad!? They’re literally just a lil guy. They all know R would protect them with their life. I just know Sam would feel hella guilty after seeing a pout.

(I’m running on caffeine and spite rn 🫡)

-🤠

No because that sweet baby would just be over there cleaning, or making snacks, bringing everyone drinks while they're talking over all their Ghostface theories, and Sam is just watching them the whole time like "🤨 hmmmm." And the worst part? Sam is NOT afraid to call them out and the poor thing is over there looking like a kicked puppy because "I thought you liked me? But I made cookies 🥺"

Listen, I'm obsessed with just a pure, sweet, gentle giant that Sam just can't stop being suspicious of, it's got so much comedic potential

(Bruh you and me BOTH 🫡)

[nerdyvocals]

@look-at-those-niceass-rocks and I finished our watch (their first, my... eighth???) of Julie and the Phantoms the other day (*cough* over a week ago *cough*), and like the previous two times, we had some unhinged things to say about it. This one's a bit shorter as we only had episodes 8 and 9 left, but if you enjoy our dumbassery, rest assured, we'll be watching the Descendants franchise next!

Honorable mention: us spending the first 20 minutes of our call trying to find the first two posts because the blog search engine simply Does Not Work.

Captions: [Whimsical music plays] Me: Whimsical music GAYS, OHHHHHHH

*Flashback of the Hotdog Incident (tm)* Bee: Street meat street meat street meat Me: Are you saying "straight meat"??? Bee: NO!

Ray Molina : *is very engaged with his son's ghost dip theory* Bee: The Bandit Heeler energy on this man

Julie: *outside the Patterson's house* Me: Do you have tissues?? Bee: Uhhh, yeah, next to me? Me: Good Bee: Oh boy

*cue lots of sniffling over Unsaid Emily*

Bee: You can tell their prefrontal lobes stopped developing at 17 Me: Yeah, I guess that happens when you die? Brain stops growing?? Bee: hehehe brain machine broke

Julie: What the heck??? Me: Let Julie say fuck! Bee: Of all the characters, Julie should get to say fuck

Me: Finale time! Any predictions? Bee: Oh god, I don't think I could outdo the pink ladies one, uhhh

Bee then spends the next minute and a half being a prophet (in a sense): 1. Alex is going to get a very dramatic on-screen kiss with Seth Clearwater because otherwise I will be Upset 2. In the same way they become Real-or like. Where people can see them-when they play, they will find a way to be corporeal where they can touch each other 3. I think there should be a dance fight with-oh, fuck, what's his name? Evil ghost man?? With his Ghost Cocaine???

Alex and Willie: *emotional hug* Me: WAIT PAUSE. *zooms in on Alex's hand* I think I have that ring. Bee: Riveting.

The boys: *trying to get the PATD opener gig* Promoter: *freaking out* Assistant: *unbothered* Me: A lesbian and an incel are trapped in an office together. Bee: The incel is going to get eaten. Me: And not in the way he wants!

Julie: *having a cry in the alley* Me: I wonder how much they had to pay to keep that Subway sign in the background.

Julie: *takes dahlia from the street vendor* Bee: Truffula tree lookin-ass flower.

Bee: Also I didn't want to ruin that beautiful moment, but all I could think of was "mom come pick me up I'm scared."

Me: this poor tech guy is Going Through It (tm)

Carrie: Been here before Trevor: *Bombastic side eye* Bee: HA that look said, "Damn, I really forgot to parent this girl"

Nick: *Jamming* Us: GO FEDORA KID!!!

Me @ Trevor: That man is going to pass out

Me, as the Boys are appearing: See, I've always wondered what was going on in the ghost club side of this scene, cause look, their costumes are missing pieces! Alex's shirt is open, Reggie's jacket is just gone! Bee: Oh yeah Me: Like it's probably just a storytelling choice to show they're where they want to be via clothes, 'cause this is more in line with how they dress normally, but it does make me wonder what we're missing. Like is there a fight? Luke: *appearing* Me: See his sleeves got ripped off! How and why? Bee: They did that for us. You, specifically Me: *cackling*

Julie and Luke: *crying, about to hug* Me, noticing that Luke's pants Fit Very Well: Not the most important thing happening here, but uh, dat ass tho

After rewinding the scene a bit because it didn't hit Bee in the moment that They Were Hugging Bee: I was so caught up in the euphoria of a good butt that for a moment, I lived in a world where they weren't ghosts

Julie + Phantoms: We played the Orpheum! Me: Saved by the power of friendship! Bee: And this man's ass!

Me: So yeah, that was Julie and the Phantoms, how ya feeling? Bee: Great! This definitely won't change my brain chemistry forever

Next up, Descendants!

[the-fiction-witch]

You and I P2

Media - Nowhere Boy Character - Paul Couple - Paul X Reader Reader - Y/n Rating - smutty ish Word Count - 3090

After a few moments of contemplating whether or not it was a good idea to go to Y/n, Paul couldn’t take it anymore. He jumped up and left the room, quietly heading down the hall to her door. He stopped in front of it and hesitated for a moment, a mixture of excitement and nerves filling his body. Steeling himself he raised his hand and knocked on the door,

"come in!" her voice called,

Paul headed inside seeing the room the same size as John's, with soft lavender-coloured walls littered with monster movie and hammer horror posters, a wardrobe vanity desk and mirror littered with items, a small chest of drawers by the window with a record player that wasn't spinning anything, ans a box of record's by the floor, her bed against the wall that she shared with John, with a soft set of white sheets, a fluffy blanket and a teddy bear on the pillow, Y/n sat on her bed leaning against the wall with a book in her hand,

Paul’s eyes darted around the room, taking in the surroundings. It was so distinctly Y/n. He could tell that the room was 100% hers and that nobody else could ever make it their own. He smiled slightly before looking over at her where she sat, feeling a tug in his heart at how relaxed she looked,

“Hi,” he said quietly, walking further into the room,

"hi," she smiled setting her book down in her lap, "something I can help her with?"

Paul came closer to the foot of the bed where she sat and paused. He honestly hadn’t thought this through. In theory, it seemed like a good idea to come to her room and spend time with her, but now he was here, he didn’t know what to do, He leaned against the vanity, his hand resting on it and his eyes on her “What were you reading?” he asked, trying to get the conversation going,

"grim fairytales, it's for my literature class."

Paul smiled, still a little bit nervous. This was the first time he’d been completely alone with her, and he had no idea how to behave, He looked up at the horror and monster movie artwork on the walls hoping to spark discussion, “you uhhh like horror movies?” he asked

"I do,"

Paul chuckled, smiling at that. “I’ve never met a girl who’s into these things before,” he said, thinking out loud

"I think most girls are far too... Pink and primrose, most girls in my classes just want to go to the cinema to watch Elvis on the newsreels"

Paul couldn’t help but roll his eyes when she said that. It was all very true. Most girls just wanted to swoon over whoever the most popular heartthrob was, and he had seen many newsreels involving Elvis. “I agree with her there… pink and primrose is a very accurate way to describe them” he chuckled

"I think I prefer being dark and rose-like with sharp thorns" She smiled, briefly baring her fingers like claws and growling a little “Rraw” At him,

Paul smiled at the way she’d described herself, finding the imagery quite fitting. He found himself becoming more and more enamoured with her, but tried hard to keep that fact hidden “I think that sounds much more interesting than pink and primrose,” he said in reply

"I think so too" she chuckled "I take it John's off to see Alice and her undergarments?"

Paul chuckled along, rolling his eyes when she mentioned Alice. “Yes, unfortunately, he’s gone there now, to do exactly that,” he said in a slightly annoyed tone

"I see, well her welcome to stay as long as you like" she smiled

Paul smiled in response, his heart beating faster at the prospect of spending the evening with her, away from John “Yeah… I’d like that. I’d like that a lot, actually” He fiddled with his hair, the nervous excitement starting to show through

she smiled "Have a seat, at the vanity or..." She suggested briefly tapping her bed

Paul felt a tingle of anticipation at her suggesting that he sat on her bed, a little surprised that she was being so forward with it, He stepped forward and sat down on the bed, feeling the soft sheets and letting himself sink into the mattress slightly

As Paul situated himself on the bed, his thoughts began to wonder as to what this would potentially lead to. It was the first time he’d been on her bed, and the first time that they were alone together, with no fear of John walking in on them. A small but excited feeling filled his stomach at the possibility of what could happen. Paul leaned back slightly on the bed, shifting so that he was sitting with his back against the wall. He didn’t know if it was the right thing to do, but in a moment of bravery he patted the empty space next to him, inviting her to come and sit next to him,

she chuckled and shifted slightly closing the gap between them, their legs touching, feet dangling off the side of her single bed, backs against the wall, shoulder to shoulder,

Paul could hardly believe how close she was to him, how her side was practically pressed against his. It felt amazing, but he was trying not to get too excited. Even their legs touching was sending tingles through his body, He tried to control his breathing but was struggling to keep cool and stay composed He looked over at her and watched silently for a moment, his eyes taking in the way her hair fell forward over her face and the way her soft skin glowed in the light He wanted to say something to her, but his brain felt fuzzy from having so much of her body pressed against his. Paul had to stop himself from sighing out loudly from the sensation

"You alright?" She cooed

Paul was shaken out of his thoughts when she spoke to him and nodded slowly in response. He opened his mouth to speak but his mind had gone a little blank. All he could think about was how nice it was to be this close to her “Yeah… I’m good” he finally forced out, sounding a little bit strained

"did you want to put a record on? Sit in silence? Or... you could coming play something if you wanted, unless you’re tried.” She smiled, “Which is fair you and John have been strumming away the last like four hours"

Paul realised that he was feeling slightly tired. All the strumming on his guitar today had worn him out a little, and he was feeling a tad fatigued now. He yawned slightly before turning his head to look at her again “Playing might not be a good idea right now. I think I’m kinda tired” he admitted sheepishly

"Alright," she smiled shifting across her bed grabbing a soft gentle song on a record and setting It up to play slow and low for just a gentle background music to play before she returned to his side "No worries you rest those poor working fingers" she cooed taking his hand,

Paul’s breath hitched in his throat as y/n took his hand. He just stared down at their intertwined fingers with wide-eyes, his heart beating fast in his chest at the fact she’d just taken his hand in hers own so easily, He wanted to say something, to comment on how nice it felt, but he was speechless, so all that came out of his mouth was a faint exhale of air

she smiled playing with his fingers and giggled a little as the callus' on his fingers from his guitar, "aww you poor thing do they hurt?"

Paul had to try hard to control himself when she played with his fingers, the action almost sending a shiver through him. It was a small and innocent act, but it was affecting him far more than he cared to admit, He was a little embarrassed at her comment about the calluses on his fingers and shrugged, trying to seem indifferent about the whole thing “They do… a bit” he mumbled

"ohh noo" she cooed taking his hand closer and kissing his calluses and string cuts on his fingertips "That a little better?"

Paul just about stopped himself from moaning out loud, He’d never experienced something so affectionate before, and it was taking all his willpower to keep his composure, He was almost rendered speechless by the fact that she was kissing and caressing his rough and blistered fingers, and he had to blink hard to get his brain to work again “Y…yeah better…much better”

"good" she smiled intertwining her fingers with his and holding his hand in hers against the sheets and their own legs,

Paul gazed down at the intertwined fingers, marvelling in how perfectly her hand fit against his. Her fingers felt so soft and smooth against his rough skin, and he was struggling to process the fact that her hand so casually and easily held his hand. He tried so hard to control himself, to try and act like this situation was normal, not wanting to ruin the moment, but his heart was beating so hard he was certain she could feel it through his hand. He slowly and subtly moved himself a little bit closer to her, enjoying feeling her body against his. The only thing separating her skin from his was the fabric of their clothes. He felt every point where her skin met his, and a warmth spread through him, starting from his chest and going down to his stomach. He tried to remain composed but it was getting more difficult to control the thoughts he was having

He felt an immense need to touch her. To feel her skin properly, without the barrier of clothes. He wanted to hold her close to him and feel the heat of her body, to have as much skin touching, to have her wrapped up in his arms and against his chest. He wanted to kiss her more than he had ever wanted anything before

As Paul’s thoughts spiralled he realised that he was starting to give into the urges he was feeling. He couldn’t help himself when he very slowly began to move his fingers so that they were tracing circles over her skin, barely registering the movement but feeling the electric sensation at the feel of her against his hand

she giggled and smiled at his fingers before she shifted a little and rested her cheek on his shoulder with a sigh of joy

Paul’s heart stopped completely. Her head on his shoulder was almost too much to take. The way her hair brushed against his jaw and the way he could smell her perfume, her hair, her skin, all of it was sending tingles through his entire body. He felt the need to have more of her, to hold her closer to him and have her body pressed against his. He tried to force himself to stay still, to stay composed and keep his hands from moving away from hers in favour of wrapping them around her and pulling her into his lap. He took in deep, even breaths to try and calm his rapidly beating heart, but he knew that it was a futile attempt to keep himself under control

"her cosy and comfy, I could just fall asleep right here" she cooed

The word “cozy” coming out of her mouth was enough to make Paul’s toes curl. Even the thought of her staying in his arms and falling asleep against him was enough to make his breath hitch. He desperately wanted her closer now, he needed to have her held in his arms, and to have her head lying on his chest. He knew that it was time to take a risk, and that if he didn’t do something soon he would probably explode out of excitement. He very slowly and cautiously began to move his hand from hers, gently pulling away from her grasp

she whined a little when he moved his hand away

The whine her let out when he moved his hand was almost the breaking point for him. He wanted her to whine for other reasons entirely, to plead and beg and to look at him with pleading eyes He wanted to do things to her that he never dreamed he’d do to a girl before. He settled his hand awkwardly on her hip.

She giggled as it ended up on her hip, she shifted a little to be more comfortable her head now more against his collarbone than his shoulder

He slowly began to use the hand on her hip to guide her across the bed, gently bringing her onto his lap, she whined a little at being moved clearly cosy where she was, her hip shifted and she slightly whimpered realizing where he placed her, as she sits now with her head on his chest, her legs across his, her feet on her bed, sitting on his thigh, When she shifted on his lap and he felt the weight of her body against him he realised what a huge step this was. Having her sit on his lap was almost a fantasy come true, and he was enjoying the feeling of her soft body against his, her head on his chest, his hand around her hip

she giggled a little looking up at him "Hi"

He looked down to meet her gaze and smiled back at her “Hi” he breathed

"Is there a reason I've been moved over here?" She asked raising her eyebrow

Paul’s hand, which was currently around her hip, gripped her a little tighter as she asked him that question. He had to think quickly to try to come up with a reason for how he’d moved her onto his lap, that wasn’t “I just really desperately wanted you as close to me as possible and couldn’t control myself” “I just… wanted you to be more comfortable” he said, sounding slightly strained, not realising how his hand was holding her against his thighs

she nodded nuzzling into his neck a little bit,

Paul felt as though he was in heaven. Y/n had her head tucked into his neck, her legs were over his, the feel of her body against him was overwhelming his senses, and he loved every second of it, He began to run his hand from her hip across her thigh, his fingers tracing up and down, feeling the soft material of her dress, his breath catching in his throat as his hand continued to move over her, He tried to control himself as he continued to stroke her thigh, his hand still tracing circles and lines over the material of her skirt and he was revelling in every second of it, how her body was pressed up against his, it was almost too much his hand stroked up and down her thigh feeling the soft cotton, the warmth of her skin, the way the petticoats sat under the dress, she giggled as his hand met her knee the warm skin with only the sheer stockings between them.

Paul’s hand felt like it was on fire when it reached the skin of her knee covered only by her stocking. His breath hitched in his throat as he felt the way her skin was so warm. The feeling of her stocking for the first time like this was almost too erotic and only made him feel more excited, The fact that he could feel her knee against his fingers, could feel her body, and then could feel the sheer fabric of her stockings was almost sending him into a frenzy of desire. He had to bite his tongue to keep from making an incoherent moan at the sensation of her being here like this with him, against him

"Everything alright?" She cooed pressing a kiss to his jaw

Paul had to stop himself from letting out a gasp as she kissed his jaw, the feeling of her lips against him making his head spin. He was having a hard time controlling himself, to not pull her completely onto his lap and start having his way with her right there and then.

He exhaled shakily before looking down at her “Yeah… everything’s good” he forced out through his strained and excited voice

she nodded and nuzzled a little closer petting his shirt with her fingers,

Paul’s breathing had become ragged as he slowly slid his hand up her leg, under her dress and petticoats, the feeling of her warm thigh against his hand as he went nearly driving him over the edge. He knew that he was pushing his luck, that he was taking a huge risk by putting his hand up her dress, but he didn’t care. He was desperate to feel all of her, to have his hands all over, to take it further

Y/n didn't really notice as she was so cosy and sleepy, and by the time she noticed pauls hand was completely up her dress the hem of her dress was around his mid-forearm, and she gasped "Paul!"

He was so lost in the sensation that he didn’t realise that she’d noticed his actions until she gasped his name, He looked down at her with a sheepish look, realising he’d been caught. And he couldn’t really explain his way out of his as he sat on her bed with the hem of her dress almost to his elbow, He should have been sorry for going too far, for being too eager, but he didn’t. He just gazed down at you, the feeling of his hand on her thigh over her stocking nearly overwhelming him

"enjoying yourself?" She chuckled

Paul’s hand slowly began to move back and forth again, caressing the silky warmth of her thigh, his breath coming out in ragged gasps as he did so He had to control himself from moaning at her question, his brain struggling to work as he tried to string words together “Immensely” he croaked out

she chuckled and laid her head back on his chest "Alright then"

His fingers continued to move along her leg, tracing across her stockings, the feeling of her so close to him, the way she was sat atop him, the way she was letting him do this, it was nearly going to send him over the edge. He needed more, he needed more of her, but he knew he had to be careful or else he’d risk scaring her away. His hand suddenly met lace on her mid-thigh finding the top of her obviously thigh-high stockings, beyond the lace was nothing but bare skin…

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