#nix's random posts

[theend1shere]

my babies <3

[tmi-fanbl0g]

Ok,so,little thing that I thought at the beginning of the lost book of the white.

So..in the frist chapter,Ragnor was acting a little bit crazy,and for me and for myself,it was a similiar scene to that one time that Aldous Nix,in the Bane Chronicles,tried to create a portal to the pandemonium using the Hotel Dumort.

Now,Ragnor wasn't trying to make a portal straight to hell,ofc,but the level and type of madness reminded me too much of Aldous,and if all this thinking of mine was canon, I would also have liked to see Magnus' reaction and thoughts about the scene being all too familiar.

"I think I have seen this movie before,and I didn't like the ending"

[raylangivins]

one thing masters of the air has that BoB and the pacific don't have is that their most married pairing did in fact get homophobic microaggressions directed at them in one episode. like, textually.

[godzexperiment]

this hellsite error screened me for an moment '-' *update* it's really pitching an fit wow! (also seems to be mostly dash related so -glares at the fucked up ui changes etc- guess they're messing with it more, making it worst? fixing it who knows)

[godzexperiment]

He paused to unfold an corner of his leather jacket. Failing to notice the mess. Stepping in it, not even an slip due to how he tended to move and his heavy boots. Noticing when his boot lifted up and then almost hit mess free space. Face visible puzzling over it; until somebody who was heading out- slid on it. Reflexes fast to catch them and steady them both so didn't fall over. Quickly offering an wet wipe from his bag for them to wipe off their shoes. Sound of them leaving while he wiped his boots down as an employee who noticed came running over.

Moving out of the way, up to the counter and not thinking much of it. Ordering before yawning into the crook of his arm. Chunk of cash into the charity fund jar. Before leaning against an out of the way wall. Just taking in the atmosphere, all the conversations he didn't really want to overhear but would and would always remember.

She didn’t give up her mission to make his life a living hell. Everywhere she went, she kept an eye out for him. She considered traveling around to try and find him sooner, but she knew that would just take longer. That could end up with her always in the wrong place, while if she just stayed here he would eventually show up. 

Rose was enjoying a chai tea with honey in on of her favorite spots; she was just working on editing a book she had to get turned in by the end of the week. Occasionally, she would find herself glancing up at the other patrons, finding their comings and goings interesting. It wasn’t until she saw a familiar face approaching the cafe from through the wall made of windows. She, quickly and without thinking, threw an illusion over herself to make her appear to have mousy brown hair, brown eyes, and all of her physical features changed--she was even 6 inches taller. 

When he entered the cafe, she manifested slick olive oil just in front of the door. She was sure once one person fell--hopefully him--the employees would clean it up so there was no worry of some bystander slipping and falling. Hopefully, of course. There’s no way he could expect this. 

[baphometsss]

We need to talk about spirit hand!Inquisitor

I've been trying to put this into words for a while but it's really tricky to explain. I'm gonna try anyway bc I feel like it's an important discussion to have

First though, a disclaimer: I'm not physically disabled. Everything I'm about to say is based on me trying to relate through my own experiences of mental illness, the experiences of a disabled family member who uses a prosthetic leg, and research into how to write disabled characters properly in my own personal projects (thanks to cripplecharacters blog for helping me understand it better!) So, you know, you can take it or leave it--and please feel free to add your own experiences! This isn't a call out post or anything, I'm just trying to put my thoughts into words and start a conversation in good faith

The problem with fanworks where the inquisitor's wooden prosthetic is replaced by a magic/spirit hand is that it falls into a really tiresome trope where the character has the limb replaced with a magical prosthetic that essentially nixes the disability entirely. It's called the Cool Robot Arm or Perfect Prosthetic trope and it plays into disability erasure in a big way. This is pretty frustrating when you know having a limb amputated is a big deal that comes with a lot of pain and long-term effects, even if the amputation procedure itself was free of complications. Prosthetics are also basically a whole thing of their own, but suffice to say they also come with their risks and problems as well.

The thing with representation is that it needs to reflect real life experiences if its going to approach anything good or meaningful. Video games like Dragon Age often attempt to do this, but they also often miss the mark. I know a lot of disabled (and able-bodied) people want to see better representation of disability in media, but when that fails, we have the opportunity to do better in our fanworks. It feels like a lot DAI/DATV fanworks jump into the magical prosthetic trope far too easily and without very much thought for how it negatively impacts that representation. The Inquisitor becomes disabled through losing their left hand, and that would be a complicated journey for them. This is not a part of their character that can be written away without losing a huge part of their story--regardless of how we role-play them.

For me personally, I try to balance it out by being realistic about both the prosthetic, the spirit hand, and the remaining limb. For example, prosthetics rub and cause blisters and other skin conditions. They can be bulky and heavy and cause musculoskeletal problems. Residual limb pain is thing and can be chronic and debilitating. Learning to use a prosthetic usually requires physical therapy, and some people just prefer not to use prosthetics at all, or only some of the time or for specific tasks. Much of the discourse around prosthetics is focused on making them indistinguishable from a natural limb, when practicality and comfort should really be the focus and not this ableist idea that differently limbed people should want a prosthetic that looks identical to the one that was lost. There are so many potential stories that can be written about this experience, yet we almost never see any of them. My mage Inquisitor has a spirit hand, but she doesn't use it much because it's difficult to maintain both that and use offensive magic in battle, and she doesn't have the mental energy to use it 100% of the time. It's also not that easy to use, even when she does have the energy. She only really uses it occasionally anyway (usually to make random shapes with it to amuse other people) and prefers her prosthetic.

To put it another way--consider how deaf/HoH people who get cochlear implants often continue to use sign language afterwards anyway, even if the procedure was successful. This is because a. it's their first language, which means verbal language is a new language to them and b. gaining hearing after a long period without it can be extremely difficult to adjust to. It can be overwhelming and even painful. The point is that just because aids and treatments exist, it doesn't mean that they're a one size fits all and each individual person will have their own journey in figuring it out. That's one of the things we should be writing about, rather than just nixing it away with a magic limb because it's the easier route and it doesn't require us to consider writing outside of our own experiences. And don't get me wrong, I get that it's scary. You don't wanna upset people with your writing or make them feel even more alienated. But you have to start somewhere and be willing to listen to criticism if you're going to get better.

Furthermore: ableism for sure exists in Thedas. Can you imagine how that would affect the Inquisitor? How they'd adjust from being revered as the Herald of Andraste with a divine mark on their hand to being almost killed by it? How their political enemies would use their disability against them? How they would be affected emotionally by having to deal with that ableism potentially for the first time? Would they find community among other veterans who have become disabled through conflict? Or would they isolate themselves and carry the burden alone? Would they experience mental health issues because of it? These are all examples of how ableism affects real people. Of course, none of this is negated by the spirit hand, but it's something I've seen very little attention given in fanworks.

For me personally, I also try to think of this through my own experiences of mental illness. I have chronic depression/Dysthymia, which is not exactly the same as clinical depression. It follows similar patterns to other mood disorders like Bipolar Disorder in that it's cyclical; my baseline is being moderately depressed, and then every 2 or 3 months I will go into 'double depression' which is where I experience an intensification of symptoms that mimic going into an initial depressed state, while aggravating the symptoms I already have. It's hard to explain it, but suffice to say, it requires me to take medication to control it. I don't like it, but it's the way my brain is wired up and I've been told by multiple professionals that I will always have to take medication for it (antidepressants and antipsychotics, although I don't take the antipsychotics atm). This medication causes a variety of annoying side effects that I have to accept as a trade off so I don't regress too far.

This is just one of the mental health conditions I have to contend with, but it's one that probably effects my life the most. I know it's not comparable to amputation or other physical disabilities and I'm not trying to say it is. But I use it to understand writing for disabled characters by, in conjunction with my research, empathising, by thinking of how much it would bother me if someone wrote about my life and did everything they could to ignore this very prominent part of who I am. I would have to ask why they were so keen to ignore it. Dysthymia doesn't define me, it's not something I'm 'proud' of per se, but it does affect a big part of my life; I've struggled with it every day since I was 10 or 11--so of course it's shaped who I am. I use it to imagine how frustrating it would be if someone tried to cover up or negate this part of me and then dressed it up with something like... idk. Magical anti-depression goggles or something, or worse still decided to make my story all about the goggles. It would make me feel like I wasn't a person with experiences worth writing about, that I would be fine if it weren't for this illness I undeniably have and can't help having. That my illness is akin to a personality flaw--an ableist assumption that Dysthymia sufferers in particular have to deal with, because it's a depression that does not go away and people think it's just our personality rather than an illness.

I personally found these posts x x x really helpful in figuring out how to write my inquisitor. Tbh cripplecharacters is invaluable anyway, especially their 'magic aids' tag for writing Inky. I really strongly recommend that you read them before writing about your inquisitor's prosthetic and their perspective on losing their arm. Listening to actual disabled people when writing disabled characters is the most important part of the process and it'll only make your work better. You really have nothing to lose by doing it.

Like I said, I'm not trying to call anyone out. I have most likely missed the mark just in writing this post, because it's not my personal experience. I do think the spirit hand is a cool concept. It's just not a quick fix and writing about it needs to be done more consciously than I think most people do.

[multifan2022]

Used to be yours #2

I just want to thank anyone who has stuck around to read this.. I posted PART 1 on January 18th!! So with my deepest apologize i give you part 2 164 days later .. I hope you all love it. 

That night after a few hours that honestly felt too short spent with Mav and Henley, you had been trying to get ready to go to the club Phoenix was insisting on going to. Key word was try, because you didn't make it further than your panties before your husband was palming your breasts and pushing them back down. Did you understand? Yes. Did you put up any type of argument? State how you would be late? No.. Absolutely not. Because if there was anything you knew, it was Bradley was just as thorough in the bedroom as he was in the sky. And it had been months since you had been in front of each other, and there was really no better way to celebrate your alone time. 

You're already thinking about how Nix is going to make comments about the beard burn on your neck and chest as Bradley continues to kiss his way down your stomach. His teeth sinking into the extra meat of your thigh as he looked up at you. When his tongue ran up your slit you both moaned together. Bradley was the only man you had ever met that would admit that he absolutely loved eating his woman out. Not that you had been with anyone besides him and Hangman. But you had overheard conversations he had with guys on random deployments while on facetime or calls. Or listened to him recount a story here or there. He was 100% down to tell people his second favorite place in the world was between your thighs. 

It was everything from the way you tasted and sounded, to the way his fingers dug into the flesh of your legs as he held them apart. Honestly it was the same for you, the feeling of said fingers digging into you was great. The way his beautiful hair felt fisted in your hand, wonderful. How his moans as you gasp, clench or pull his hair, would vibrate through you, perfect. You swore there was no one luckier on the planet than you. So now as he went to town feasting on you like a man dying of thirst, you scolded yourself for speaking. 

“The beard is new.. Not really Navy regulation.” 

Bradley chuckled and pulled his mouth away just a little, replacing his tongue with his finger as he looked up at you. He could see that you were questioning yourself as to why you said that. “Do you really wanna talk about Navy regulations right now Babe?” You shook your head, laughing lightly “Your right.” It caught both you and Bradley off guard when your hand wrapped into his hair and you all but shoved his face back into your pussy. The filthy moan he let out, the way his fingers dug into your thighs as you held his face where you needed him sent your confidence skyrocketing.  Riding his face until you were ready to let go, before riding his cock too. 

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That's how you ended up at the club a good hour after Nix and what was, unfortunately, shaping up to be the others of the dagger squad. Natasha and her girlfriend Steph can't stop raving over how good the lace body con tank top and black jeans you decided to wear look on you. For now you had a silky black shirt over it, but the club was warm and you were already starting to get hot.  Normally you would be gushing back about whatever they have on, or saying thank you an embarrassing amount of times. Because no amount of love from Rooster can make up for spending years being told you would never be good enough. Normally you also wouldn't be absolutely brain dead and drooling over your husband. Because honestly what gave this man the right to look so fucking hot?

His hair was still slightly wet from his shower, showing off exactly how curly it truly is as it hung just right. His beard really shouldn't have looked as good as you thought it did, and sure some would disagree but they are wrong. His shirt was unbuttoned just far enough to be obscenely hot, showing off his chest hair and two necklaces. Both plain chains but one was his fathers and one had been gifted to him by Henley. The offensive shirt was white, black and pink with gray designs in the white boxes. The shit litterally hung off him in a way that screams fuck me. He was completely oblivious to every woman that stared at him as he made his way back towards you from the bar. 

He noticed the way your eyes tracked over him as Nat shook her head smiling and said something about being on the dance floor. In his hands he had two shots each, one hand held his favorite shots. He handed you one of the kamikaze shots and sat the other two down. Shooting those back you stuck your tongue out at him. You preferred sweeter drinks but never complained for real, it was all in fun. “I know, I know.. I got us these to wash those down with. They are vodka jolly rancher shots, got you a blue raspberry.” He said as he smiled at you, taking those shots back to before he grabbed your hand and followed Nat and Steph. 

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An hour later when Jake and Javy were walking in you didn't notice. “Love tonight” The David Guetta party remix was blaring and you were jumping and dancing with the girls. Bradley hadn't even noticed until they settled at the bar next to him. Javy clapped him on the back in greeting as the bartender started their tabs and took more drink orders. “I didn't think you would be here! Figured you would be too busy with your lady.” Jake said, turning to look at Rooster who clenched his jaw and nodded. “I took care of things before and will do so again later I'm sure.. Not like she's going anywhere, we bought a house on base so her and our daughter are staying.” 

Again Jake and Javy shared a look, “Man you got a wife AND a daughter. How did none of us know?” Bradley shrugged apologetically at Javy as the bartender sat a beer and a frozen strawberry margarita in front of him. “It's gonna cause some tension.. So I kept it to myself, and wasn't expecting to stay, ya know.. But I better get this back to her so she can drink it while it's frozen..” Bradley was thankful to have an exit, he really didn't want to be away from you when you realized Jake was here. He didn't care that he left the two men confused and watching after him. “Why is it gonna cause problems?” Javy said almost not realizing it was out loud until Jake shrugged. But as Rooster made it back to his table, and the ladies made it back, it all clicked for Jake. 

“What the fuck..” He said as he watched a familiar y/h/c woman slide up next to Rooster, sitting down in his lap with an ease that screamed comfort. He watched the way your head tilted down just a little to listen as Bradley whispered in your ear. He could see the way you tensed from across the club. The way you went to move your head but Bradleys big hands grabbed your chin and shook his head while smiling. The way you leaned in and pressed your lips to his before keeping your back to Jake and sipping on your drink. Javy looked between his best friend who was about to shatter the glass his old fashioned was in, and the couple in question. Before he could ask, Jake answered “Thats Y/n..” 

Javys jaw almost hit the bartop, “Like Y/n, Y/N? Long lost love Y/n? The one who got away Y/n? Y/n..” Jake held his hand up quickly cutting off whatever long tangent Javy was about to go on. Nodding he watched as Roosters hand explored your body from your perch on his lap. He knew he shouldn't but he found his body walking towards the table you guys were sitting at. When he slid into the seat and put an arm behind Phoenix she scoffed and looked at Rooster with that look on her face that says she's shocked by his audacity. 

Jake's eyes were on your face as you watched Bradley, who watched Jake. “So Rooster.. Gonna introduce us to your… Wife..” The word felt like it stuck in his throat as his eyes trailed down your neck and over what he could see of your body. You could feel his eyes on you, and honestly it made you want to hit him. Turning you leaned slightly over the table to shake Javys hand and introduce yourself. That's when the questions started, Javy knew who you were to Jake, now he wanted to know how that rolled over to Bradley. “Where did you guys meet? How long have you been together? How old is your daughter? When can I meet her, can I be Uncle Yote?” 

Everyone chuckled slightly at his enthusiasm. As an only child to a single mother, he loved anytime his family expanded even a little. Your fingers twirled Bradleys hair a bit as you answered, you knew you were probably going to hurt someone's feelings. Unfortunately for that person, you didn't really care. “Bradley and I met at his tap out ceremony. I was there to see someone else, but instead met the love of my life.” Jake watched, a sick feeling in his stomach as Bradley smiled softly at you and kissed your jaw. “Our daughter, Henley is nine and sure? I kinda figure eventually MOST of you will be like an aunt or uncle to her. Tasha is already Auntie Nix so it wont be that big of a deal.” Jake did the math quickly, shaking his head as he took a sip of his drink before speaking. “Damn Bradshaw, Ive always joked about you staying on your perch, guess you jumped off pretty quick for this one..” 

Your head snapped to the side to glare at him in a way that made him want to sink into his seat. “What the hell does that mean, Hangman.” The way you sneered at his call sign made his skin crawl, he didn't figure you would be happy to see him, but he was starting to get the feeling that maybe you hated him. His brain racked as he tried to recall when the last time you spoke was. And when he did, he opened his mouth and proceeded to continue digging his hole deeper. “Sweets, listen.. Had I known Bradshaw was your baby daddy, I wouldn't have said what I said.. It was immature, I'm sorry.” 

He missed the way Bradleys hand tightened around his beer at the pet name. His eyes only on yours, when you were younger all he had to ever do was apologize and bat his eyes at you and bam. Forgiven. 

Now though, you looked like you could skin him and use him as a rug. 

The chuckle that came from you was not filled with mirth, it was filled with disdain and hatred as you tried to calm yourself. Your hand in Bradley's hair, and his on your back were the only things keeping you grounded at the moment. When you looked back at Jake there was a coldness in your eyes that he had never seen before. Your tone was frosty as you spoke, “Bradley is her father, but unfortunately biologically she shares DNA with someone else.. And that person.. Well let's just say he isn't worth wasting my breath over.. He left me out to dry.. He is dead to me.” 

The others at the table were shocked, well besides Nat who was thrilled that you were finally getting to say your piece. She had spent many nights, mostly tipsy ones, encouraging this with the hopes that she would get to witness it one day. When the music changed and you stood she stood as well, pulling her girl with you both as you announced you were going to go dance. Bradley was smirking down at the table as he moved your empty glass to the side and pushed the condensation around on the table. Javy felt like he was missing huge pieces of information, Jake did too. 

Jake was doing everything he could to not demand more answers. He wanted to know everything that went wrong, every side step he should've taken. Every argument he should have walked away from, even the ones he should've pushed harder on. He wanted to ask which part of his behavior had pushed you so far away. Jake Hangman Seresin wanted to know everything he needed to not do again if there was ever a possible chance you would be with him again. 

Meanwhile Bradley was loving how torn down the blond looked. Not that he was happy someone else was hurting, just happy that he knew you were getting what you needed. This would help make you happier. This was part of what you needed to heal from Jake and be able to completely move on. But even with all that happiness stirring around in him, old habits die hard. With that in mind he couldn't help but make small jabs at the man. So he leaned back and spread his arms and legs while allowing his head to fall to his shoulder. 

Both Javy and Jake could tell he wanted to say something, but it seemed like he got lost for just a moment. And he did, the moment his eyes found you smiling and dancing with the girls, it was like everything slowed down. Everything in his universe was attached to you in some way. He would never be able to dig deep enough into himself to cut you out completely. The beautiful, thick woman dancing in front of him was his world. The moon, the stars and every galaxy out there. But he forced himself to look away and at one of the few people he actually had real, true negative feelings for. 

“I guess I should thank you Hangman.” He said with a side smirk and slight edge to his voice. He could see the anger and confusion boiling in Jakes eyes as he wondered where he would go with this. Chuckling lightly Bradley continues “Well, had you not been such a selfish prick and ditched her, after begging her to come, at our academy graduation I wouldve never met her… Hell she would probably be married to you. So thank you, for leaving her hangin.” Bradley chuckled once again while tipping his beer bottle towards Jake. 

Javy was shocked, he had never heard this part. Just that you and Jake had fallen out of touch. So to find out in reality, Jake had ditched you and then spent years complaining about how he loved and missed you? He turns to start asking his own questions but stops when he notices his best friends face. Jake has turned red from the neck up, his jaw is clenched to tightly Javy wouldnt be surprised if he cracked a tooth. The bottle in Jakes hand is held so tightly its liable to crack. 

Its taking every ounce of self control that Jake has to not throw himself over the table. He already wanted to rip Bradleys arms off and beat him with them. But now it was worse. Jake wanted to not only beat Bradley until he couldnt move anymore, but he wanted to show Bradley. Show Bradley that maybe.. Just maybe a piece of you had always been waiting for him to come back. That maybe Jake had a fighting chance in a race he didnt even know was happening. 

Just as he went to answer, a redhead came up and practically threw herself in Jakes lap. “Hey there.. If I wear that hat, can I ride you cowboy?”  Jake had never been so turned off in his life. It wasnt the woman in his lap, shes gorgeous and any night before this Jake wouldve spewed off something charming and taken her in the bathroom or maybe in his truck. But he was physically having a hard time not shoving her off his lap. It felt wrong to do in front of you in a way that didnt make sense to him. 

He had no problem parading girls in front of you when he was younger. Girls back home all threw high school, he always took someone different to each dance, both proms. It was never you. He had both you and Jade when he was in the Academy. Jade thought you were just the pathetic girl in town he took pity on.  That you had this silly little high school crush on him, and Jake only entertained it because he pitied you. While none of that came from his mouth, Jake never disagreed. It was an easy way to get away with having his cake and eating it too. 

Especially because you didn't even know Jade existed. 

“SO.. Anyways.. I'm gonna go dance with my wife.. Have a nice night guys.” Bradley practically ran from the table, he was half hard just from listening to you tell Hangman how you felt. There was never any doubt in his head that you would leave him for Jake, but the reassurance was alway nice. The other part was that you never really got worked up like that, so to see you angry was hot. Bradley was suddenly happy that Nix had wanted to come to this club. This club that had ladies dancing on private stages in the corners. This club that had expensive, but semi-private rooms in the back for… Activities. 

Earned it by The Weeknd came on just as he reached you, his arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you back into him. It was natural to wrap one arm back and around his neck as the other rested on his arm. “God, that was so hot baby.” His voice was deep and raspy as he ground against you, letting you feel just how hot he thought it was. You just wanted to focus on being back with him, Jake needed to go back to the furthest recesses of your mind where he belonged. So you turned around, wrapping both arms around his neck as the two of you danced with each other. He kept one hand on your hip or lower back at all times, ensuring that you couldn't pull away from him. 

He wanted to feel you as close as he could, until that wasn't enough and he brought his mouth down on yours. It was a filthy and debauched kind of kiss, the kind that others saw and thought “Wow save it for the bedroom” but here, in this kinda sketchy club nobody cared. Well besides the blond standing across the room, it didn't matter that Jake had that girl pressed up against him talking. He didn't even catch her begging him to get a room in the back. If he was honest he couldnt even remember if he asked for her name. He wanted to march over to you and  tell you that he had loved you for as long as he could remember. That he was stupid and young and let you walk away but thought you would always find your way back to each other. 

He wanted to tell you that he didn't care that you had a child, that he would love your daughter like his own. Jake wanted to tell you how he visited your fathers grave every time he went home, paid someone to make sure it stayed clean. That he looked for you, asked people if they knew where you were every single time he went home. He looked everywhere for you.. But now as he watched you bite your bottom lip and start pulling your husband back towards a hallway that he hadn't noticed, he knew it was too late. His mind processed that you were so far gone from him, that he probably wouldn't even be able to salvage a friendship. 

But his heart was unable to hear, “Where's that hallway go?” He asked cutting off the woman in front of him. He didn't even know what she had been talking about, part of him felt bad, but the more prevalent part couldn't care. The redhead turned and giggled, saying she would tell him after they had one more drink. Even though it only took ten minutes for that drink to happen, it was ten minutes too long when she finally answered him. Semi-private rooms she said.. Rooms people used to have sex in a kind of private but still open way. His mind was exploding, he couldn't imagine his best friend, the one who blushed when someone asked to kiss her, having sex where others could see her. But as the redhead whose name he couldn't be bothered to figure out now pulled him back towards the hall, he came to the realization that he probably doesn't know you anymore. 

He didn't pay any attention to the hostess charging his card. Didn't pay any attention to the rules she was reading out loud. He didn't care about the girl that was giggling and hanging on him as they started walking. All he could focus on was looking threw the sheer colored curtains as they passed rooms with couples or groups in varying positions. It wasn't until they walked into a room and the woman shoved him down onto the couch that he found you. 

In the ‘room’ directly across from his. 

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[pfctipper]

this post is only half-serious but i am constantly thinking about whatever weird body image issues dick winters had going on

i mean, the man is obsessed. look at how he talks about joining the paratroops:

'The more I looked at the paratroopers, the more I was inclined to join them as soon as I graduated from OCS. Of all the outfits I'd seen at Fort Benning, they were the best looking and most physically fit ... Airborne troopers looked like how I had always pictured a group of soldiers: hard, lean, bronzed, and tough' (Beyond Band of Brothers)

'It was at Benning that Winters first saw paratroopers up close. They were everything he'd always envisioned a soldier to be: lean, hard, well trained and disciplined, bronzed and tough. The men bore a fierce pride' (Biggest Brother)

and the main things he values in his friendship with tab:

'Later [Floyd Talbert and I] developed a personal friendship that transcended rank. Talbert was athletic and dedicated. You knew if your life were on the line, he would come through'

and he's always mentioning it in his letters to deetta - this isn't even all of them from Hang Tough:

'Is cheese fattening? What a question! What's cheese made out of? Well, is milk and butter fattening? Ok, then, stay away from the cheese, eat more proteins, like that steak, but no carbohydrates' (Letter during basic training)

'Now if you want to take off weight, you must do it every day and in addition, take it easy on the chow and liquid intake. After about two or three weeks, if you've been real conscientious, you'll see some results. This may sound like a lot of bunk to you but there are few days when I don't run between two - two and a half miles, do 80 pushups, 60 situps on a footlocker, a couple of splits, and some leg and trunk exercises after the day's work is over. As a result I keep in pretty good shape' (Letter literally written at the airfield a week before Market Garden)

'I don't believe out of 600 men [in Second Battalion] that over 10 have been married. And in about 6 cases, they drew a lemon, I'd say. Something that should come with a sack where they really wear a hat ... Starting to get in pretty good shape again, 174. Just ten pounds off my fighting weight and I could make that in three, four days. How's your fighting form? Don't answer that' (Letter from Austria)

all of which is an objectively insane way to speak to your maybe-girlfriend. did he think this was flirting? was deetta thrilled to get weight loss advice and comments about how random english women were ugly from a man in the middle of a warzone

he manages to include multiple shirtless photos of himself in his books but not a single physical description of nix. even the random man who picks him up hitchhiking and then tries to pick him up gets called 'good-looking'. irene, nix's english wife, gets 'anything but beautiful' and 'skinny' which. dick. what is wrong with you

[nikoniclove]

Hi, loving the new stories you have been posting!

I was wondering whether you might consider one, set really early in the 3, and Em and JJ try taking another to bed, and their conversation afterwards where they realise that strangers are no longer 'it' for them - all they want is Ace?

I know there was a scene in one of your stories where JJ asks Em if she feels the same about Ace, but just wondering about the 'final' time they took a 'stranger' to bed.

Thankees xx

Here you go, my friend!

Emily is itching for control. Her feelings are out of whack. She can’t keep her well-manicured defenses poised and supported where their new teammate is concerned. It’s sending her for a loop, and she is not enjoying being so unsure about her own self. She can’t take it out on the young woman yet (or maybe ever). JJ is, at the moment, being an unhelpful pain in the ass. They’ve tried their usual bars where they like to pick up one night stands, but every option got nixed for one reason or another. It’s how they end up at the club looking for a single.

“I was hoping I would see you two back here again,” a young lady says with a smile. Emily is polite as she declines with the excuse that they’re not looking.

“What was wrong with her,” JJ asks, knowing full well what Emily won’t admit.

“Nothing. She’s fine, I’m sure. Just too forward for my taste tonight.”

“And you said I was being too picky,” she teases.

“Shut up,” Emily snips with a sharp roll of her eyes.

The girl they take back to a room is quieter. They approached her. It matters, Emily insisted under her breath. She says her name is Peyton, but neither of them intends to use her name, so it doesn’t matter. She’ll be called some random nickname - pet, darling, something like that. Names aren’t for this kind of space.

All things considered, it’s fine. They spend a few hours letting loose on someone who knows what to expect from two dominant partners in a room like that. It’s rough and controlling, and on any other night, it would have been what they needed, what Emily needed. That’s not how it works though. They go their separate ways. It’s fine.

The drive back to the apartment is silent. Dead silent. The keys in the lock jangle loudly in comparison. Emily goes off to take a shower almost immediately, and JJ flops onto the couch to stare at the ceiling. She texts Garcia about brunch plans and listens for the water to shut off. When Emily comes into the bedroom in her towel, JJ is waiting for her. “Jesus, you scared me.”

“We’ve got to talk about it.”

“We really don’t,” Emily denies, turning her back on her girlfriend.

“You put a stranger’s hair into a braid, Em. You have never once cared about a sub’s hair so long as it was out of your way, and that was the first thing you had her do once she was on her knees.”

“It’s easier to maneuver someone by a braid than a bunch of loose hair or a bun. That’s just efficiency.”

“Efficiency,” JJ repeats in disbelief. “Efficiency?”

“Like you’re one to talk. You vetoed every option at the bars. Every single one. One was too tall. One had a whiny voice. One gave you a weird vibe. No one was the right one.”

“That’s my point, Emily. We both know exactly who we were looking for. We know exactly who we wanted with us tonight, and it wasn’t some stranger with her hair in a braid for efficiency.”

Emily throws up her hands in frustration. “What do you want me to do about it, JJ? Ace is off limits. She’s new to the team. She’s impossibly young. Off limits.”

JJ sits cross-legged on the bed, watching Emily pace around the run, tension oozing from each stiff movement. She feels it too. A stranger doesn’t fit anymore. Now they know Ace; they’ve fantasized about her. It feels demanding in how much she craves it. “She doesn’t have to be. We’ve been flirting with her for months.”

“And she hasn’t returned a single one of those advances, Jen. If she was interested, she would have given us some sort of go-ahead.”

“The fact that Ace is letting me touch her at all is a go-ahead. You’ve seen how she is with everyone else on the team. She does not like people in her personal space, and she will relocate to get the space she needs. With us, she doesn’t do that. Neither of us. She lets us in her space.”

“That doesn’t equate to wanting a threesome with your older, partnered teammates. Because Ace allows you to be handsy does not mean she’s interested in this…”

“We won’t know unless we ask. If it’s not her thing, that’s fine. We’ll know for sure and then we can resume the pattern of one night stands that worked for us before. We’re just going to frustrate ourselves trying to find versions of her out at the bar to bring home if we don’t know for sure.”

“And if it blows up in our faces? If we freak her out? Then what, Jen? Because that girl is damn good at this job. And if she transfers because we propositioned her and read her space cues incorrectly, that’s going to feel like shit.”

JJ sighs softly, catching Emily in her arms and pulling her to the edge of the bed. “I really don’t think that’s going to happen. Ace gets caught up in the way you wear your stupid belt. She focuses on your lips and gets flustered when I make her dance with me.” JJ pulls the towel away. “C’mon, Em. We both want her. We can all be grown ups about it. Maybe she’ll have kinks of her own she wants to share.” Emily’s eyes flutter closed at the idea. “I know she’d be a good girl for you. Press her against a wall and just ravish her.”

She sucks a nipple into her mouth, only to have Emily pull her off. “No, keep talking.” JJ smirks, even as she uses her hands instead.

“Personally I’m still stuck on the idea of folding her over her desk and using the jacket to keep her bound. I bet she would make the prettiest noises. Would you spank her like that? Or would you fold her over your lap?” Emily moans, holding onto JJ’s shoulders, while the blonde rubs her clit in perfectly teasing strokes. “Can you imagine seeing your handprints on her bare ass? Or pinning her legs to her chest while you fuck her with your strap? Would you put her on her knees and use her braid as leverage while she eats you out?”

“Fuck, Jennifer,” Emily gasps in a whisper, bucking her hips forward with her release. Catching her breath, Emily presses her forehead against JJ’s shoulder. “What’s your plan?”

“Invite her over for a Girls’ Night and see how it goes. We’ve got to know one way or another, Em, and honestly I think it could be really great. The sex would be phenomenal.”

“One Girls’ Night, and the first sign she’s uncomfortable, we call it,” Emily insists.

“Of course. Enthusiastic consent. That’s always how our bed works,” JJ agrees. “Now I need your mouth to do something better than all this talking.” When JJ closes her eyes, she dreams of the three of them together, and God, she needs to get that girl in their bed before she combusts.

[fractualized]

So I saw Joker: Folie à Deux, and I thought it was… fine. Enjoyed myself at parts, felt disappointed at others, which was better than my complicated feelings about Joker. (My reaction was much the same as Jenny Nicholson's.)

Gonna ramble a bit with, like, all the spoilers.

Obviously, since Joker wasn't really a Joker movie, that aspect was highly unlikely to change in the sequel. Perhaps some elements could've moved more in alignment with the General Comics Joker vibe, but that doesn't happen. Funnily enough, in it's own way, this movie is about how it's not a Joker movie!

And then there's Harley. They nixed her accent and bubbliness, of course, 'cause that's not gritty enough. They also called her Lee, while mentioning that her legal name is Harley Quinzel, not Harleen, because the movie industry loves the IP but gets too in their heads about names seeming "grounded" or whatever. Anyway, there's a bit of a fakeout at first where she indicates she's in Arkham because she's a pyromaniac, but we learn midway that she actually went to school for psychiatry and lives with her wealthy parents, and she checked herself into Arkham because she wanted to get closer to Arthur after seeing him murder Murray Franklin. Lying is her way of getting closer to him, and Arthur doesn't mind as much as he should, because she makes him finally feel less alone.

So she is an obsessive Harley, but it's not the typical jarley story, is it? As a Telltale fan, I can't be too spicy about that, though I was wondering if Arthur would try to manipulate her back. He is manipulative, after all. He develops an OK rapport with the Arkham guards, and when his lawyer's psychiatrist asks him leading questions that assume he has DID and Joker is one of his alters, Arthur goes along with that defense, repeating elements of her questions like they're facts. Arthur wants to trust Harley so badly, though, that he doesn't try to deceive her; when they first meet, he even confesses that his mother is among his victims.

It's sad, but it does take it too far from what I want to see in jarley, personally. Even John Doe lied to his Harley!

The end of Harley's story is a let-down. Near the end, Arthur confesses that "Joker" is not an alter; Arthur killed those people and his mother. He says that ultimately there is no Joker, and Harley is disillusioned with this man who inspired her with his audacious violence and leaves the courtroom along with other supporters. Later, when the guilty verdict is read, the proceedings are interrupted by the side of the court room fucking exploding, which was an exciting twist— at least when I assumed it was Harley. I thought she'd had her own break and had decided to take on a chaotic Joker persona of her own. But no. It seems a car bomb was planted by some other random supporter. Harley and Arthur have a final meeting, and she just reiterates her disappointment that he's disowned Joker, and she leaves. Eh.

That actually leads me something that did make me think of Comics Joker, specifically Amnesia Joker from Batman (2011) #48. There've been some recent posts about him, but the poor bastard is often on my mind regardless. The nameless butcher quite obviously wants to stay in his quiet life; even if he doesn't remember explicitly who he used to be, he certainly knows he doesn't want to go back. So when Arthur ends up trying to escape the Joker persona that he embraced by the end of the 2019 film and for much of Folie à Deux, it does align with Joker feeling no fulfillment from his chaos.

Throughout the movie, he seeks that fulfillment in his sudden connection with Lee, which is obviously doomed because of said suddenness. But that's where the music comes in! There's been a lot of "is this a freaking musical or not??" and it is very much a musical using old standards. Both Gaga and Phoenix sing, and for the most part I enjoyed it. I will say, though, that I wish they leaned harder into the musical aspect, with more numbers spinning into fantasy sequences with setpieces, and that they had original songs. But anyway, the point of the songs is to highlight how Arthur finally feels like he's connected with somebody.

But there's no real foundation to the love. Arthur ends up alone back in Arkham, and I don't think we learn if he got an official death sentence before he's horribly stabbed to death by another inmate, who wants to tell him a "joke" with the same punchline delivered to Murray Franklin.

Whereas at the end of the first movie Arthur felt like he got society to finally see him by committing murder and igniting chaos, this movie follows through on how that was just a kind of malicious high. Nobody cares about Arthur; both his supporters and the justice system are responding only to his worst acts, not the whole of his person. Only the lawyer he ends up firing is focused on getting him into a real hospital. When Arthur tries leaning into the power of the Joker persona, it leads to unspecified but brutal abuse by the Arkham guards he once charmed, followed by a horrible scene in solitary. Another inmate sings in solidarity with Arthur, and then Arthur listens to a guard murder him. Arthur's moment of power was fleeting, and in actuality he's still under the thumb of the system (and doesn't live in a franchise where Arkham has a revolving door). He dies in that system.

I'd say it's worth watching if you're prepared for another dose of bleakness, though this time with singing and a little dancing! Often I thought during this movie (and during my rewatch of the first one last night) that there were many elements I wish I could see in an actual Joker movie. Unfortunately since it's "already been done," that chance is probably even lower than it already is. But hey, if we got three different Spider-men in a twenty-year period, maybe I'll see a full Broadway-style, for-reals-supervillain, Batman-loving Joker before I die!

(Oh, I guess I should mention that. The Waynes and their murder don't come up at all, and thank god, because I remain hostilely uninterested in Joker possibly being Thomas's son.)

[theend1shere]

I have an hc that Behemo made a big mistake when creating Levia and Rahab, by making Levia what his parents wanted him to be like, while making Rahab how he wished his parents were, and thus, making them just as incompatible as he and his parents were.

For this, let's say Behemo created both Levia and Rahab, and had some control over both their personalities and backstories/life paths. Kinda like in The Sims.

Now. It's a pretty popular belief in the fandom (from what I've seen) that Behemo's parents in the First Period were strict and disapproved of him wearing dresses and taking interest in more "feminine" things, like playing with dolls. I believe the same, because if a maid, who, even though she was Behemo's girlfriend, was considered below him in social status, could call him disgusting without being scared of, like, losing her job or something, we could say that transphobia and general hatred towards people who didn't conform with gender norms was pretty par for the course in the First Period. And also, since gender norms were super big, a lot of focus would be on women being homemakers, people who should stay home and care for children and stay loyal to their husband, this kind of stuff.

Going beyond that, Behemo's parents could've also been those parents who valued academic performance to an excessive level. And if Behemo ever went below their expectations, they would criticize him and say how he should do better, stuff like that.

Then, when creating Levia, who was meant to be his "ideal self", Behemo chose to make her a genius. A prodigy, who would always excel academically and who was everything his parents wanted him to be: Smart, conforming (tho Levia is more tomboyish, she *does* oppose Behemo's crossdressing), and mostly focused only on her research. That was what his parents wanted, what he had internalized he should be like.

Meanwhile, when creating Rahab, Behemo was thinking of what *his* ideal parent would be like. Not how *Levia's* ideal parent would be. We know he and Levia are very different, personality-wise, so the ideal parent to Levia wouldn't be the same to the ideal parent to Behemo. Besides, we don't know how old he was when he created Levia as his avatar. For all we know, he could've been a teenager who wanted to have a parent who would be super chill with partying and stuff like that. An ideal parent to Behemo would be someone like Rahab, but the ideal parent to Levia would be someone very different.

And, if we take into account how he could've been a teenager who made Rahab based on how most outgoing teens, who have the "typical highschool experience" of being invited to parties and stuff (can you tell I did not have this experience lmao), would want their parents to be, I also imagine that he eventually outgrew that, and began to see his ideal parent as something different. Maybe still "chill" like Rahab, but not exactly a party animal with so many lovers that she didn't even know who her daughter's father was.

And that's why Levia and Rahab were fundamentally incompatible. And why, later, Behemo came to agree with Levia about how Rahab wasn't a good parent.

Again, this is just a headcanon and I'm pretty sure I'm making no sense, lol

This is my first time making an analysis like this, and English isn't my first language, so this might've been bad, but thanks for reading anyway :3

[smolghostbot]

Unlucky Clover

... Yeah I wasn't getting to sleep until I posted this. It's been a rough two days, so enjoy the combination of my two Normal brain cells, size scenarios and vampires.

Word Count: 2.1k

CWs: pretty heavy fearplay, and it’s a sizey story with a vampire, obviously mouthplay/vore energy

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The snow began to fall, and Clover quickly ran towards the nearby human house. Luckily, she had plenty of provisions, but she needed to escape the cold quickly or she’d freeze in this weather. As she entered the house through a hole in the siding, she was pleased to discover that it appeared to be heated, and even the space between the walls was warmed thanks to the insulation. As she sat down and curled up for warmth, waiting for her body to recover, she came to a decision that this house would be the perfect new base until the spring.

-

It was early in the evening when Nix noticed that they weren’t alone in their house. It was easy for them to smell the scent of fresh blood, but this was no pack of mice… this blood was human. Following the scent lead to a random wall, against the outside of the house. Perhaps somebody was laying against the siding? thought Nix, but it was far too cold for them to bother checking. Besides, they could wait a few more days before their next meal.

-

It took three days for Nix to finally spot the little intruder. They hardly believed their eyes as they saw her running behind their furniture. At first, they thought it was some kind of hallucination, but the scent confirmed that it was definitely real. It seemed like they had a borrower setting up shop in their house.

-

It had been two weeks, but Nix had finally spotted the little nuisance again. For the last two weeks, small objects had been disappearing around their house, which they could only conclude was due to their little “housemate”. When they saw her, the little intruder was scurrying towards a hole in the wall, holding a few hair clips in her arms as she ran.

“You know, you’re not very good at sneaking,” said Nix, a playful tone in their voice. They saw the borrower’s spine tingle, before she ran even faster into the hole in the wall.

-

It took Clover a few days to work up the nerve to leave again after that incident. This human seemed to be… more nocturnal than most humans, waking up at sunset and going to sleep before the sunrise. Clover had heard of a “night shift” job, and figured this human must have one.

There were a few other oddities as well, including the human’s distinct lack of food in their pantry, but that wasn’t enough to deter Clover. After all, she was an outdoor borrower, she was able to go out and forage for enough food to last her.

It was almost sunrise, and Clover knew the human was probably on their way to sleep. She just needed some fabric, and she knew the human had dropped a sock behind the dryer a few days ago. All she had to do was get to the laundry room and grab it and she’d have the material for a perfect winter coat.

Making sure that the human was out of the room, she began her trek, moving along the walls of the dark house. She got most of the way through the hallway, in an area with nowhere to hide, before the worst possible thing happened.

There was a moment as Clover stared fearfully at the human, taking in their appearance. This human was pale, that was the first thing she noticed. Their eyes were a bright red, almost seeming to glow, but surely that was just a trick of the light. They wore casual pajamas, just a baggy shirt and short pants, a far cry from the nice suits or dresses the human would normally wear before going out. After what felt like both seconds and years, the human spoke again, the second time they had spoken to the borrower.

“You.”

Clover was thrown off-guard as the human seemed to move at a superhuman speed, wrapping both of their giant hands around the borrower. Cold, was the first thought Clover had. Perhaps the human had been outside recently? No, that wasn’t right. Nothing was right here. Clover stared at the human fearfully as they began to speak.

“Well, well, well. What do we have here? If it isn’t the little thief who’s been running around my house.”

As they spoke, Clover stared, wide-eyed, as she finally noticed the gigantic canine teeth of their captor. It was all starting to click… this wasn’t the house of a human at all…

“What’s wrong, little thief? Cat got your tongue? Or are you incapable of speaking?”

Clover blinked back to attention. Speaking to humans was expressly forbidden… but Clover was never one for rules.

“I… can speak…” hesitantly murmured the borrower, almost too quiet for a human to hear. However, at this point she knew she was talking to no ordinary human.

“Ah!” exclaimed Nix, a clear teasing tone in their voice, “It’s intelligent after all. Well, as intelligent as somebody can be when they break into the home of a vampire.”

Vampire. Clover had known it to be true, but to hear it out loud made her skin crawl. She had heard legends of vampires, humans given a thirst for blood in exchange for immortality. It was said that vampires needed to kill dozens of humans a year to quench their thirst… and humans had a lot more blood than borrowers did.

Nix quickly interrupted the borrower's thoughts as they continued to speak. “Please, I know I’m quite attractive, but surely you know it’s rude to stare,” teased Nix, as they moved the borrower to a single hand, holding the borrower ever closer to their mouth, grinning wide with their fangs out.

“I… I… I…” was all Clover could stutter, as she stared in fear as the gigantic fangs, each one half the size of the small borrower.

“Oh? It seems like the little thief found her voice again. What were you saying?” said Nix, as they moved the borrower even closer.

“I… d-didn’t know…” spoke Clover, who was starting to tremble from fear. From this close, she could smell the faint metallic scent coming from the vampire’s mouth.

“You didn’t know? Didn’t know what, little thief?”

“I didn’t know… you were… a v-v-v…” Clover stammered fearfully.

“Oh! A vampire! Is that what you’re trying to say? It’s so hard to understand you with that stutter of yours,” spoke Nix, playfully poking Clover’s nose (or rather, her whole face) with the index finger of their free hand.

Clover could only nod, her voice caught in her throat. As Nix began to laugh, Clover recoiled back, pressing her body against the far side of the vampire’s tight grip.

“I… I d-didn’t know…” repeated Clover, as if in shock. “A-are you… g-going to kill me?"

“Well, I suppose it doesn’t matter what you knew or didn’t, because now you’re here, in the hands of a vampire,” said Nix, a devious smile still plastered on their face.

“Y-you didn’t an-” Clover went to speak again, but was swiftly interrupted by the vampire as they continued mocking the borrower.

“I’ll be honest with you… you smell absolutely delicious, you little thief,” continued Nix, their tone playful yet predatory. “You know, it’s been a week or so since I’ve fed… and while you certainly aren’t a meal, you’d surely be a good little snack…” said Nix, as Clover trembled in fear, staring at the fangs which may soon rip her apart.

This is it, thought Clover. I’m going to die.

“Maybe if I had enough of you… tell me, little one, you wouldn't have any friends nearby, would you?” asked the vampire. They knew the answer, but wanted to hear this intruder admit it. As Clover fearfully shook her head, Nix continued, “Ah, a shame then. I guess you really are all alone, huh? Just you and me, here in this house… far from anyone who could hear you…”

Finally, Clover regained her composure just enough to speak just one simple statement, voice soft and weak as tears welled in her eyes. “I… d-don’t want to die…”

At this, Nix stared at Clover, continuing to grin that sharp grin as their glowing red eyes looked at their captive. They adjusted their grip on the borrower, holding her between their index finger and thumb, which was still enough to keep her completely unable to escape.

“Don’t worry, my dear, it will only hurt for a moment” cooed the vampire, as if soothing a child about to get a needle. They slowly, deliberately raised the now-sobbing borrower to their mouth, bringing her right up to their fang, close enough that the borrower could reach out and touch it. As Clover cowered, she heard the vampire vocalize, a sound which shook their entire mouth, including the borrower now inside it.

“Hmmmm…”

And then, before she knew it, Clover was brought out of the vampire’s mouth, and dangled in front of their eyes by her leg. She would shout in pain, if she had any fight left in her. Instead, she could only stare at the giant red eye in front of her, waiting to see what was happening.

“You know, I was hoping for a little more fight out of you. No yelling, screaming, not even kicking? Just going to lie back and accept your fate, huh?”, said the vampire, in an almost casual tone, a far cry from their tone only seconds ago.

Clover could only continue to wordlessly stare at the vampire’s eye, unsure what they wanted her to say.

“You know, I’ve seen a lot of different reactions to my little games. Begging, pleading, fighting. But you? One weak little ‘I d-don’t want to die’”, Nix said, imitating the borrower’s voice with extreme precision, “and then you just cower. Is that just how you little things are? Ready to accept death at the slightest threat?”

“N-n-no…” was all Clover could say, forcing the word out of her mouth.

“N-n-no” mimicked the vampire, again perfectly mirroring the little borrower’s voice before rolling their eyes and speaking again in their own voice, “Seriously, you have to work on that stutter, my dear, it makes you sound even more pathetic than you already are.”

Dangling by her leg, tears stinging her eyes, and face-to-face with a monster that was now mocking her, the little borrower became almost completely unresponsive. Nix shook their little captive around, before continuing. “You know, if you’re going to be this boring, it makes me wonder if you’re even worth the effort to kill. I was expecting a little more of a thrill than this, weren’t you?”

Clover didn’t respond, until Nix shook her again, their voice growing more firm, “I asked you a question. Weren’t you expecting a little more of a thrill?”

“Y-yes… I mean, n-no…” said Clover, reignited with fear after hearing the change in the vampire’s tone.

“Well, that answer tells me nothing. You know what? You’re officially no fun. Do you know what that means?” asked Nix, that familiar devious grin on their face. Clover desperately tried to hide her face from the vampire, only to be shocked when she found herself being lowered to the ground. After being released, roughly landing on her shoulder blades before flipping around, Clover could only stare up at the vampire, wondering what her fate would be, before Nix spoke again.

“It means that I want you out of my sight. Now.” spoke Nix, though there was still a hint of playfulness in their voice. “Well? Are you waiting for me to pick you back up, or are you going to go scurry away somewhere?”

Clover was... confused. She had just accepted her death at the hands, or rather mouth, of a vampire, and now she was being set free? Despite her better judgment, she fearfully asked a question, taking a moment to compose herself so as not to stutter.

“You’re… not going to kill me?”

Nix leaned down and grinned before replying, “Hm? Did you want me to?”

“N-no, no, I just…”

Nix waved their hand dismissively before replying, “You have until I wake up to get the hell out of my house. After that, you’re fair game. Now scram, and think twice before stealing people’s things again, you pest!”

Clover wasted no time scrambling to her feet and starting to back away fearfully. “Y-yes sir, uh, ma’am, uh…”

“The more you stutter on, the more I’m regretting letting you go,” Nix said, as they turned around and began walking towards their bedroom. “And you don’t want me to regret this.”

Clover understood the message loud and clear, as she ran to her little hidey-hole and quickly packed only the essentials for her expedition to find a new place to live. The outdoors would prove challenging this time of year, but surely it was better than staying with a vampire.

-

Nix chuckled as they entered their bedroom. By now, the little pest was probably down the block. To think, she thought they would eat her. While Nix was a vampire, they’d never drain somebody dry, even a little thief like that. What kind of mindless beast did she take them for? Regardless, hopefully they had given her a good scare, and a lesson on being more sneaky when borrowing. After all, not everybody would be as kind as they were…

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Some lore on my sona :D :

Despite the title of ‘Skelesona’ my technically not a skeleton. More so some sort of parasite controlling a puppet/doll that looks like a skeleton.

Monodrama means ‘a dramatic piece for one performer’ (Nickname "Mono"). Given me saying my skelesona he’s actually more of an oc/mascot he doesn’t fully act like me, he's more so a being I can talk through.

His eyes and the bunny features as well as the horn and tail aren’t actually his own, since he’s a sort of parasite he can consume people/monsters and can gain a feature or two that he can use whenever he wants. E.g. he ate someone who had yellow eyes, giving him yellow eye lights, he ate a rabbit monster gaining bunny features, and he ate a reptilian monster for the horns and tail. (Also it explains my blog name lol)

Does have ecto, but rarely has it active

This blog is just a place for me to shove my Undertale au/Sans au artwork, feel free to send asks or doodle requests in. I have a few undertale ocs too :D

I'm open to answering asks about myself or any au/oc stuff I do, I will try to include doodles whenever I can, so bear with me if I don't answer it quickly. If you sent a doodle request and I don't do it please don't be mad. After all it's free art, I get to choose what I want to draw.

I do utau ships, and have my own sans au that I'm working on. Main utau ship I like is CrossMare (Cross x Nightmare), I enjoy drawing Nightmare a lot so you will see a lot of artwork of him. I tend to go for either fandom versions of characters personalities or my own interpretations of them.

Some of my fav bands/artists are, Glass Animals, Vundabar, Girl in Red, Rio Romeo, TV Girl, Machine Girl, Eve, Creepy Nuts :DD

My writing style tends to be very blunt, so I try to put in emojis/emoticons. I try not to spam them, but just warning ppl that I don't mean to sound mean I just type like that D: .

I'm still trying to figure out how I wanna draw skele's, so bear with me with that, my style might change.

Some links to posts of mine that I find relevant! :D (will be adding to this as I post more)

Info/boundaries on oc/au ask stuff

Info about art requests

OC refs:

My sonas ref (I count him as an oc as well,ik his ref is above, but this is it's separate post)

Raiden's ref (Crossmare ship kid)

Nix-Ceto's ref

Tanue's ref

Yusuke's ref

??? au (No name for the au yet):

Memento Cadre (Omen's team info)

Omen's ref (Omen=Nightmare)

Orca's ref (Orca=Cross)

Cleaver's ref (Cleaver=Horror)

Alloy's ref (Alloy=Killer)

Soot's ref (Soot=Dust)

Renegade au:

Renegade info (Ut sans au)

Renegade au refs 1 (Can also look at my tag '#Renegade ref' to find refs)

Renegade au refs 2

Tags I use (will be adding to this as I post more):

#Monodrama #Monodrama rambles | These used for posts of my sona, or me answering things, or just random text posts

#Monoart #Monos art #art #digital #digital art | My art tags

#Renegade au #Renegade #Renegade!(insert character name) #Renegade info | Tags for a ut sans au of mine

#Memento Cadre | Tags for a ut sans au of mine (will add more tags when get more)

#ask #asks #doodle response #text response #anon #(insert user of who sent the ask) | tags for asks, doodle response is when I reply with a doodle, text response is when I respond with text (will probs end up using both tags since I have a feeling I will include both text and a doodle). Anon or someone's user is when either an anon sent an ask or whoever the user is that sent in the ask.

#WebFishing #WF | tags for when I'm talking about the game WEBFISHING. It's normally me posting a room/server code for people to join my game and play with me.

DNI Homopobic, Transphobic, Xenophobic, etc Racist, Sexist, Ableist, misogynistic, etc Proshipers, Pedophiles, etc Just basically all the problematic stuff. I also won't be responding much to people who try to start things with me, I will just block people. I just don't have time for it, if your polite about it I will most likely have a discussion with you.

Credits

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[godzexperiment]

nix bored filling his boots tread with pebbles is 100% something he would do

[openyourricce]

Sooo, mal ganz abgesehen von dem ✨Drama✨, liefert das Bild vom Driver‘s Dinner natürlich exzellenten Stoff für die nächste „ask“-Frage. Alle unsere Kiddos sind dabei (oder etwa nicht?), alle posten das Gruppenfoto… welche Caption würde dein Fahrer darunter setzen?

Und Zusatzfrage: Neben wem würde er sitzen? Neben wem vielleicht demonstrativ gar nicht?

Also first of all: Natürlich wäre Leo die Spaßbremse und würde einfach nicht hingehen :'D Wozu auch? Sich mit der Konkurrenz an einen Tisch setzten? Connecten? Freunde finde? Uuff das sind alles Sachen die für Leo jetzt nicht sooo erstrebenswert klingen. Da bleibt er doch lieber Zuhause und liest 2 Bücher [Wir sind intellektuell✨ oder einfach nur ein scheiß Snob? XDDD] Leo versteht den ganzen Wirbel um die F1 eh recht oft nicht so richtig. Schließlich sind sie nur ein paar Idioten die im Kreis fahren [kleiner reminder mein Herr: auch du bist ein Idiot der im Kreis fährt!! Vergiss das bitte nicht!] Also warum so ein Aufriss und ein Driver's Dinner veranstalten?!!

Bedauerlicherweise könnte es aber sein das Lambo ein Problem damit hätte, wenn Leo sich drückt. Weil wie sieht das bitte aus?!! Wenn Lambo also sagt du musst dahin, dann wird Leo das natürlich brav tun. Und sind wir ehrlich Leo würde sich dabei auch gar nicht so schlecht anstellen. Er hat durchaus die Fähigkeit sich mit jedem nett unterhalten zu können und mit jedem gut klar zukommen [und gleichzeitig zu denken wie absolut minderbemittelt und unerträglich er sein Gegenüber findet... Hab ich schon mal erwäht das Leo ne kleine Bitch ist? XDDD Wenn auch ganz still und heimlich XDDD]. Daher wäre es ihm auch realtiv egal neben wem er sitzt. Vielleicht würde er sich ganz kurz selbstbemitleiden weil August nicht mehr da ist. Schließlich kennt und schätzt er ihn noch aus seiner Mechaniker-Zeit bei BMW und findet ihn ganz nett. Lowkey seh ich ja schon das Leo sich mit irgendeinem random BMW Fahrer über das neue Auto verquatscht und der nur so ist: äh nein ich hab keine Ahnung welche Schraube wofür benutzt wurde. Ich fahr das Auto nur? XDDD Vielleicht würde er sich auch noch kurz mit Felix unterhalten. Aber das wäre nur so ein awkward "Wie geht's Suze?" "Gut. Wie gehts Emilia?" "Auch gut." [Mensch da hätten die Beiden mal die Möglichkeit über die Dame an ihrer Seite zu lästern (oder sich wild über Hochzeitsideen auszutauschen... Moment? Wann ist das jetzt so eskaliert?! XDDD I'm sorry XDDD Das ist mein Inner Suze und Felix müssen heiraten Fangirl XDDD) und dann nutzen sie die Chance nicht mal XDDD]

Posten? Auf Instagram? Weiß Leo überhaupt wie sowas geht?! Also er ist jetzt nicht soo die Social Media Queen. Aber ja okay... Mister ich hab nen Secret Art Account würde das vermutlich noch hinbekommen. Die Caption wäre vermutlich unspektakulär, wie es der Abend für Leo eben auch war: Driver's Dinner 2024.... Vielleicht wäre noch irgendein smiley dahinter... Wenn Leo nen guten posting Tag hatte... Okay vergessen wir den smiley XDDD Das wird nix :'D

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SE Staffel 2 Rewatch (Intro)

Hier gibt's keine Pause, es geht direkt mit der zweiten Staffel weiter (weil ich meine Babys vermisse^^) Und allein zum Intro hab ich direkt schon Mitteilungsbedarf, deshalb kriegt das jetzt einen eigenen Post 🤓

Tom und Katharina sind aus dem Intro raus, weil sie in der 2. Staffel nicht mehr dabei sind (ich bin ehrlich schockiert, ich wusste nicht, dass beide nur eine Staffel da waren! Ich hatte die noch so präsent im Gedächtnis, ich war sicher, dass sie noch dabei sein müssen. So sad. Vor allem, was Tom angeht. Werde ihn vermissen 🥲).

Marc ist aus dem Intro raus, weil... jo, keine Ahnung^^ er ist immer noch Hauptcharakter, also voll die random Entscheidung einfach... Aber sie wollten wohl Platz für ein paar Neue machen, die da wären:

Elisabeth, Franz und Sebastian. Von den Shots und der Präsentation würde ich sagen, Elisabeth ersetzt Katharina, Franz ersetzt Tom (es gab sogar in der letzten Folge der 1. Staffel eine Szene mit den beiden. Als hätten sie da den Staffelstab übergeben 🥹). Sebastian ist offenbar als neue Figuren angelegt, er passt zumindest nicht in die Marc-Schublade, weil er - zumindest vermittelt das das Intro - ein Theater Kid ist ❤️ ich erinner mich da ehrlich gesagt nicht mehr dran, also vielleicht ist die Szene auch einfach genauso random wie die meisten anderen und er hat mit Theater garnix am Hut XD

Übrigens ist Tom im Intro doch noch mit dabei, weil sie bei der Vogelperspektiven-Aufnahme von Franz, bei der man das ganze Schloss von oben sieht, auf Toms alte Aufnahme geschnitten haben 🙃

Ira, Kim, Laura und Monika dürfen leider auch diese Staffel nicht ins Intro. Weiß ehrlich gesagt nicht, wonach das entschieden wird, die drei sind auch Hauptcharaktere...Außerdem neu und Hauptcharaktere, aber nicht im Intro, sind Josephine und Philip.

Oliver haben sie einen neuen Fahrrad-Shot gegönnt. Warum? Keine Ahnung. Er sieht nämlich genauso aus wie der letzte, nur dass Oliver jetzt eben ein Jahr älter ist. Die anderen Kiddos sind das aber auch und da haben sie nix ausgetauscht, also kP wo dieses Sonderprivileg herkam 🤷

Iris hat als einzige eine komplett neue Szene bekommen. Sie isst jetzt nicht mehr Eis, sondern pustet Kerzen auf einem Kuchen aus. Finde ich ein bisschen besser (weil sie ja schon immer so ein bisschen als "die Dicke, die gerne isst" inszeniert wird (was insane ist, aber das war damals wohl leider so...)), aber man hätte ihr auch eine Szene mit Pferd geben können, wenn man sie eh ändert? Die Szene jetzt ist ungefähr so wenig aussagekräftig wie Antje, die mit dem Skelett tanzt oder Nadine, die einen Marienkäfer beobachtet. Oder Budhi, der in den See fällt... OK, eigentlich sind fast alle Szenen im Intro weird^^

Ich glaub, ich mag das Intro ein klitzekleines bisschen lieber als das aus Staffel 1. Da kommt mir die Idee, dass man mal ein großes "welches SE Intro ist das Beste" Battle machen könnte! Nicht, dass uns noch langweilig wird! Ich glaub, ich bereit da mal was vor, wenn ich aus dem Urlaub zurück bin ☺️