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Okay I’m about to make you go DEEP into those archives.
Who’s the first ever character you drew and how did they evolve as you started drawing more? 👀👀👀
First character was a Lock named Rippington. I eventually changed his name to Xahvin, because he was named after one of my fav smooth jazz bands at the time. Used to draw him frequently and he hasn't changed much. He is large for a lesser will and is a barely tempered, seething ball of outrage. He acts as diplomat to a particularly contentious empire that alternatively keeps trying to assassinate him and bury him in unnecessary paperwork. He's scarred up for reasons, half probably from the murder attempts and half because he's combative and has tussled with other Locks in the past. Riker (Archaeon) is one of his agents, the hate is mutual.
He also dislikes Scott, the Team, and all Traders. Kitra is still his Bonded Companion and about the only peaceful thing in his existence. Outside of her, he has a fairly agreeable relationship with Vel, a human that was lent to him by Movallo (diplomat to another empire) to help with diplomat duties. Vel earns his respect and they get along OK.
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#thank you for char questions#these are enjoyable#blast from the past#rippington#xahvin#lock lore#crispylocks#nyx-daughterofchaos98#I should paint him again
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How’ve you been? I don’t think anyone’s been asking you that lately. You doing okay?
“Well of course I’m fine, I’m Vox, of VoxTek, the symbol of perfection”
#𝙻𝙸𝚅𝙴: nyx daughterofchaos98#↻ask box↻#◙ anon ◙#hazbin hotel vox roleplay#hazbin hotel#vox ask blog#vox rp#vox the tv demon#vox role play#hazbin hotel vox#voxtek official
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New Story "A Tale Painted with Blood"
A Black Myth: Wukong fanfic
Sun Wukong x Reader/OC
The Destined One x Reader/OC
Summary: At the journey’s end, every path she’s tread unwinds to a single, quiet truth: her final breath, where even the stars bow to her fading light.
Act 1: Ember, nicknamed after her wildfire, blood-red hair, finds herself swept into a world far from the one she knew. What seemed at first a cruel twist of fate, a misstep in the grand scheme of fate, soon reveals itself as destiny's design. Her role, woven by powers she could never understand, is to guide The Destined One along the right course. But in the end, as doubt coils around her heart, she questions whether the choices she made have left her with nothing but ashes—or if the fiery and untamed Monkey King, Sun Wukong, is the very thing she needs to help rewrite her terrible fate.
Will Ember let fate forever change The Destined One into an untamed, wild force of raw furious power, or will her own doubts turn the tide of his own destiny? Which path will she choose, and will The Destined One even heed her desires in the end?
Or is the weight of his inherited obsession too overwhelming for him to resist…
Snippet: "Is it not plain?” he said, giving that cursed backscratcher another twirl. "You’re here to aid him." He flicked the scratcher toward the Monkey.
The Monkey flinched, his gaze darting between the man and me like he’d missed a crucial part of the joke. And, no doubt, I mirrored him.
"Uh, yeah, no. That's not happening," I snapped, slicing my hand through the air like a judge laying down a verdict. “There's absolutely no way I can help him…”
“I fear the luxury of choice is not on you, dear one. Should you seek to return home, but one path lies before you.”
My arms shot up in exasperation. "You can't be serious!" I shouted at the sky, praying some hidden camera was tucked away in the rocks around us, because this couldn't possibly be happening! "Enough already! Ha ha, real funny! But I’m done now!"
I spun in circles, desperate for a glimpse of a lens. "Come on, Susie! End the prank! Please? I don’t want to play anymore!"
And then, that chuckle. Low, knowing. “I pity you, child, in truth. Harsh though it may be to accept, I assure you—this is no jest.”
In a blink, he vanished in a puff of smoke, only to reappear at my side, his hand suddenly gripping my forearm. "You shalt need this for the journey that lies before you," he said, pressing a necklace into my palm before vanishing once more.
I actually felt him disappear. His small, pale hand dissolved from my skin, like that was just an everyday occurrence. And, apparently, it was.
"And you," his voice drifted from ahead. I glanced up to see him standing beside the Monkey, "will have its twin." He tossed a matching necklace to the Monkey, who caught it with barely a shrug, inspecting it without a word.
I looked down at my own, a black cord tied around a silver-black stone. It didn’t seem like much—nothing extraordinary… yet.
Note from author: Just wanted to add that I like writing realism into my stories... just a small heads up :)
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#black myth wukong#black myth wukong fanfic#sun wukong x oc#sun wukong x reader#monkey king#ao3 writer#ao3 fanfic#ao3#oc x canon#ao3 link
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Tirol: A pod
This is a request from @nyx-daughterofchaos98
context: This is a request for Part 2
Tirol in the water hunting with some Metkaiyna (earning their place in the tribe) and finds they can safely use their voice to communicate with the Tulkun. And it’s so similar to being with the pod again Tirol starts crying and the Tulkun and Metkaiyna comfort them.
I hope you and everyone enjoy what I have created~!!
tirol
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It has been 6 months since the sully’s moved to the metkayina clan. And a full 4 months since everyone has been fully accepted and being one with the people. From the lifestyles, the diets, skills, culture, everything. Now it is becoming like a second home.
And for Tirol? It has become her heaven on Pandora. To thrive and explore the massive reefs, expand on her skills and be as free as her ancestors once were. Oh how it was magical for her. Too good to be real. Yet every day just as the sun peeks through the horizon, she makes the first dive of the day into the water. Letting the cold temperature awaken her, making her realize it was not a dream, it is all real. And it has become a ritual for her.
However, time to time does the emotions get the best of tirol. Seeing how the metkayina thrive and move as one with each other. To share, and to communicate, truly like a pod. And with the Tulkun, does she think back to the stories she grew up with. How very similar her people were to the tulkun.
For all tirol can do is make best of her new home. Thats it while thriving alongside the sullys. Any chore related to going in the water, Tirol will be the first to accept any chore. Gather shells? Only the best, collect seaweeds? The longest ones, the best fish? Only of high quality.
If it is not chores related, Tirol would just swim around absent mindedly. Or would even play some games with her friends. Anything to keep her mind busy.
Until the Tulkun came once more, there she had a breaking point.
Everyone ran to the reef, so many cheers and screams of happiness. Old friends meeting each other, new bonds being formed, and young ones being introduced. It was a reunion to always look forward to. Seeing family, friends again after so long.
So when Tirol swam around, seeing the tulkuns, she greets them in her vocal range that is similar to their vocals. Matching the same pitch and still learning new ways of communication. While Sign language is easy and better, she can't help but love speaking in the language of the tulkuns. It feels more like her language.Well, what is left of it.
“Child, I see you have gotten a lot better at speaking like us” Roa spoke to Tirol. And Tirol couldn't help but smile at the praise.
“Thank you Roa, how are you and your baby? Was the travel safe?” She asks, Roa nods and presents her child who has gotten a lot bigger since the last visit. Roa would never miss proudly showing her baby to anyone when given a chance.
“Yes, and my darling child has an abundance of energy, swimming long distances isn't enough to calm him. But I must not be negative, I am happy that he is thriving and energetic” Roa continues. And tirol nods in agreement.
After a sweet goodbye, Roa and her child leave to look for Ronal.
Seeing the sight gave Tirol a bittersweet feeling, quickly she swam to a more private area of the reef. Perhaps there is still some left in her that must be released.
Ronal swam in the darker areas of the reef, collecting a few corals and seaweed as she has a creative idea in mind, But as she swam more near a small cave, she noticed a familiar tail.
Being careful, she tugs at the end of the fin, a quick retreat reflex was made by tirol. Lifting her head up, Tirol made eye contact with Ronal. Ocean sounds were the only noise that was made for a few seconds.
“What are you doing down here? Why are you not at the shore with everyone?” Ronal asks. Examining Tirol’s expression, she seems sad, as if she lost something.
“Is everything alright?” She asks once more.
Tirol nods and gives half a smile, “Yes I am fine. I just needed a moment to my self that is all. I am fine, really. Thank you for your concern Tsahik” She signs back. Lifting herself from the cave, she comes out. “I will head back now” Tirol informs, saying their goodbyes, Ronal sees Tirol swim away, letting the ocean blur her sight.
“Would you like to join us on the hunt tirol? We could use your skills, the currents are a bit high today” Ao’nung invites tirol. She was in the middle of doing a chore in the village, keeping herself busy. Perhaps another dive in the water would help.
“Sure, I like to hunt,” Tirol replies. Meeting at an agreed time, she gets ready with her new spear and a bag sack to carry her kill.
Wasn't long that she had to wait, meeting ao’nung, tonowari and a few others who welcomed her, they all dived into the water. She noticed a small gathering of reef tick’s, perhaps after the hunt she will catch some. Their meat has a great taste when roasted just right. Even if she gets odd looks, if it is good, then it is good.
“The tulkun will be joining us in the hunt as well” Tonowari signs to everyone. And on cue, they arrived at the wider areas. Some of the warriors went with their spirit siblings, and whenever she sees warriors move to the tulkuns, it takes every fighting urge to follow. But where or who does she go? She has no spirit sibling. Or anyone really to call family.
That was the first start of a cracking.
“We did it brother!” Ao’nung cheers with his spirit brother, they sing in success. Tonowari and his spirit brother were counting the kills and deciding it was enough for everyone.
Tirol hates to admit it, but she envies the tulkun, she envies the metkayina. The burning envy that surges in her heart. A burn that won't fade away. To be constantly reminded that she won't have what they have. Even when she was fully welcomed by everyone, the feeling like an outsider won't leave.
Seeing everyone leave for the shores, she insisted on staying behind. If she leaves up to the shores, everyone will see the tears that are leaving her eyes.
“Here, there is plenty tuk” Tsireya smiles as she serves tuk some cooked fish to which tuk accepts happily. Everyone sat together with a fire in the center. The positive energy was at its peak. Well, almost.
“Has anyone seen tirol?” Kiri asks as she looks everywhere at the crowd. Ao’nung was quick to reply.
“She joined us on a hunt this afternoon. She was pretty good, getting the big ones all by herself. But when we were done, Tirol stayed. Didn't say much, just that she wanted time for herself”
Everyone looked at each other in worry. It is not that they didn't notice but, for days the sully kids noticed Tirol wasn't much her chirpy self. Looking at the ocean and had a long absent look into her eyes. More quiet and spending all more time at the sea than on land.
“Even my mother found her in a little cave at the deeper side of the reef. She thought it was odd but Tirol left after my mother found her” Tsireya informed.
Before more could be said, a sound was heard.
A loud, unholy sound was heard everywhere. There was no sense of direction of where it was coming from. Its loud shrieks of pain reached everyone's ears. Many covered them, to block out the loud cries.
But the cries were too strong, and soon all of those with a soft heart began to cry. Tuk, tsireya and kiri were the first to shed tears. Their wails harmonize with the loud cries. They couldn't stop no matter how hard they tried. The boys did their best, but rotxo too gave in and began to cry like never before.
Tonowari and Ronal were looking at the phenomena that was taking over their people. Many begged for it to stop. Many can't even form words. The cries of the unknown source was just too powerful.
Far beyond the shores, tonowari noticed the odd behavior of the tulkuns. Fins were swaying, many were jumping and landing roughly in the waters. Whatever it is, it is in the water disturbing every life around.
Those who havent shed tears yet joining tonowari and ronal into the waters, and stop the cries.
The tulkun were swimming in a spiral manner, circling something in the center. However, underwater, was just as bad as above. The tulkuns cried as though they lost someone. The deep pain and suffering, cries from the deepest parts of the heart.
“Sister! Sister, what is happening!?” Ronal asks as soon as she caught the fin of Roa, catching a ride. Roa’s eyes meter hers, red and glazed looking.
“The girl ronal! She is hurt! Her pain has become our pain, we can't stop!”
Trying to see who was hurt, Ronal took the risk of letting go of roa and swim to the center, And to her shock, it was Tirol. The girl was crying so loud, her voice reached high notes, it was unbelievable. But even more unbelievable is how a sweet girl had the power to bring others into tears as well.
“Tonowari! It is tirol! She is behind this!!” Ronal signs but Tonowari couldn't read it as the tulkuns were in the way. Seeing as how it won't do much, Ronal takes it upon herself, she swims further down to where the siren was at. But the closer she got, the louder the cries, and the more powerful her voice was.
So powerful, it was making Ronal weak, she can't see but she can feel the tears escape. Her heart weighed more than normal, her mind hazy. Using all her strength, she roughly grabs triol’s shoulders, making her turn to face ronal.
Opening her eyes, Tirol saw Ronal and gasped. Her cries stop, but for a moment. And that moment was vital, as the tulkuns stopped moving in a spiral manner. Many of the metkayina swam to their siblings, making sure they were ok.
Tirol seeing the consequences of her meltdown, she hung her head low. Shame filling her mind.
“To the shores, now” Ronal signs.
“Im so so sorry, I didn't mean to cause such havoc on everyone” Tirol apologies for the millionths time. Everyone gathered around her. Tsireya, ao’nung, rotxo and the sully kids found tirol and other members sitting near a rock bedding, Joining them to learn what happened.
The tulkun near by to see and hear for themselves.
Tirol kept her head low, unable to face everyone after what she did.
“Your voice…..it sounded as though you were in great pain. I never heard anything like that. It made everyone cry like no other” Tonowari says gently. The poor girl was shaken and didn't want to cause any more distress.
“My voice is powerful…but so are my emotions. It is a terrible combination to have. Yet, I let it control me” Tirol whispered.
Gently placing her arm over Tirol’s shoulder, Ronal had to ask, “What happened Tirol?”.
“You have been odd these past few days” Neteyam adds.
“You looked more sad, and quiet. I missed playing with you” Tuk sads with a sad face.
“Is there something going on that no one knows? You can tell us' ' Tsireya encourages.
Taking a deep sigh, Tirol confesses.
“I began to feel….sad, lonely, and not very much myself ever since the tulkun arrived. I saw how they are like. The tulkuns care for one another, move as one and become so unified that it makes me happy to see it. But also, when you all reunite with them, you are all one big family. A community, a pod”.
Blinking to hold back the tears, she continues.
“I never had that. From the stories I was told, my people, my ancestors were very much like the tulkun. Traveling together, living together, being close. Sharing a culture and traditions. To meet other clans and family. And I can't help but imagine…!!” Tirol chokes on her words, more tears escaping her eyes. Kiri gently rubbing her back, adding comfort to her despair.
“But imagine what that would have been like with my kind. What my life would have been like if there was another siren. To know I am the only siren on Pandora, it is lonely. There is no other like me. That I will never have my own pod. My own place to truly belong”
Tirol lifts her head up, facing the reef na’vi.
“I am forever grateful you all accepted me. Welcome to me and my friends. I have never been more in touch with the water than I have while living here. In these waters has been more like home. But it is never home. All I have left of my kind are stories that will one day be forgotten. And yet….how…how can I miss something that I never had…?”
Tirol’s words touched many. More tears were spilled, and many more now understand what she was going through.
“Oh tirol…we understand how you feel. Despite all that you have and more, your inner nature could never be fulfilled” Ronal says. She can't help but feel sorry for the young girl. No one has to go through this emotional torture.
“But you do belong here. The ocean is your home, your calling. You are one of us” Tonowari adds in.
Everyone says their heartfelt words to tirol. And each one helped her feel better. Wiping away her tears, she smiles. But the tulkuns have something else to say.
“You have everything? You knife, food, spear, extra clothing-”
“Yes Jake, I have everything” Tirol kindly interrupted her father figure. There were smiles all around her, many in happiness, and many in sadness. Like tuk.
“I will miss you so much! Don't forget me or any of us!” Tuk says as she hugs tirol tightly. Giggling a bit, she pats the childs head.
“I could never forget you, not you or anyone. And besides, I will come back. And with so many stories to tell” Tirol replies.
She hugged all of her friends as they cries, wishing her a good farewell.
“It is time,” Ronal announces.
Taking a deep breath, and one last look at her beloved ones, Tirol heads to the shallow waters.
“We will come back as always!” With a bright smile, she dives into the water, letting her legs become her beautiful tail.
The tulkun were waiting for her. Positioning herself in the middle of the herd, they all began to swim, heading out to the open sea. Full of unknown places, and more adventures.
Roa staying close to tirol she asks, “are you scared?”
With a confident smile, she answers “no, this is what I needed. This is what I longed for, no backing out now”.
Yes, it was a hard choice, but a good one. Leaving the clan, her friends, all that she knew to join the tulkuns and their long travels. This was it. What she longed for as come true, Tirol has found her pod.
Aaaaaaand that is all for this one! I kinda got carried away. But I hope everyone likes it! Until next time! see ya!
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Hi, I’m reading through your masterlist and I came across a fic that had a part one, but I can’t find it. It’s the first part to the Loki Imagine where Bucky is the readers ex. I was wondering if u could tell me how to find it?
Heyho there love!
Ah, yes, it might be a little confusing because they have different titles, Part I was right above it! Here's Part I:
And here's Part II again, just in case:
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Have you ever heard of Freeforms “Siren”?
Afraid not! These days I find myself watching a lot more movies and animes than TV, so it's really no surprise.
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Not a request, just a funny memory. The boys having a darling that is an extreme survivalist. She managed to escape the yan(Boys) and they stop themselves from fearing for her safety before realizing shoot, there’s a chance they’ll never find her: “She’s Okay, she’s a survivalist....... OH FUCK! SHES A SURVIVALIST!” It was a funny memory, thought I’d share it. 😂🤣😅
a survivalist: a yandere’s greatest enemy! once they escape, they know how to survive far better than their own captors even could lol
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Devil Went Down to Georgia
(A request by @nyx-daughterofchaos98 A reaction to the song by The Charlie Daniels band. I hope you enjoy it. My apologies for taking so long.)
It was one of those rainy nights when the boys took their patronage to their favorite local bar on the wharf and hung out around a table near the tap, but not far from the old music box. Aside from the arcade, the humans of age liked to gather at this spot in particular, making it quite a loud, but cozy atmosphere as various sports and the like played silently on the overhead TV screens.
The boys blended in very well. Marko and Paul sat across from each other playing a game of Rummy, and Paul was actually winning this hand. Usually it was Marko on top of the lead in scores. David sat in between them on a stool, putting him a little higher than the two, while Dwayne stood at the bar. The second in command had his eye on a young girl at the other end.
She was pretty, red hair and green eyes and her drink of choice was a cosmopolitan. Very much in her own world, ignoring the bustle around her, the sound of music inside her head surrounded her outside like notes of music on a sheet of paper.
Dwayne knew the song. It had been around awhile, and he knew what it was like not being able to get something like a song on repeat out of your head. Paul understood it too, although when that vampire had a song playing in his head, it was usually on purpose.
He glanced at David, who looked ready to step outside for a smoke, and maneuvered his way to the little music machine that thankfully time hadn’t forgotten. Of course, these days it was free choice, given the fact that everyone had smart phones with the ability to play whatever they wanted to hear. The selections seemed infinite and sure enough, the song was there. With a slight click of a red button, the dial was flipped and ‘The Devil Went Down to Georgia’ sprang from the speakers.
No one could deny the catchy tune as a fiddle started it off, and a few of the humans in the room looked up in surprise, making it obvious they hadn’t heard it in a while, but welcomed it back into their lives.
Marko was studying his hand, eyes traveling back and forth between it and the pile in front of them, determined to make his next move count when his leg started to dance absently under the table. If there was a devil in the room, it had to be him, though most always declared it was David.
Paul moved up and down on the balls of his feet, waiting almost impatiently for Marko to decide. It was then he realized that Dwayne had been the one to pick the song and while it didn’t surprise him, the choice was mediocre in his opinion. All music had a ring to it, but this one in particular made him feel like he should have been at a barn dance. He gave Dwayne the look of, ‘what the hell?’ but didn’t say it out loud.
“How can you call yourself a musician, Paul, if you don’t appreciate music overall?” David asked, his tone as always calm and collected. The type of calm you had to be careful about deciphering just in case there was a storm behind it. In this case, he was only giving his fellow comrade a hard time.
“It’s not that I don’t appreciate,” Paul explained. “Just not something I’d pick for myself. Dude, are you gonna go or what?” He reached out and kicked Marko in the shin.
“The fuck, dude?” Marko asked. He’d been listening to the lyrics while contemplating his winning strategy and gave David a look. They were always looking for the next soul to steal as the song proclaimed.
“What made you pick this one?” David asked Dwayne.
Dwayne remained silent but raised his beer and tipped it towards the young lady, who was blushing behind her cocktail.
‘It was on her mind.’ He told the three of them through their mental means of communication.
More lyrics filtered through as Marko finally made a move.
‘Johnny you resin up your bow and play your fiddle hard 'Cause hell's broke loose in Georgia and the devil deals the cards
And if you win, you get this shiny fiddle made of gold But if you lose, the devil gets your soul…’
He threw his hands up, the winner at last and Paul tossed his cards into a disastrous pile on the table.
“Dare me not to jump up on this thing and do a jig,” Marko chuckled, turning to lock eyes with the ‘winner’ of the song of choice for the night.
Paul turned to her as well, as did David and Dwayne, and while their looks were curious, the predator inside was always lurking under the surface. It made them appear menacing even when they weren’t trying to be, and the girl spit out part of her drink.
‘The devil opened up his case and he said, "I'll start this show" And fire flew from his fingertips as he rosined up his bow
He dragged the bow across the strings, and it made an evil hiss The band of demons joined in and it sounded something like this’
David smiled and stood to take a bow. Paul nodded and started to tap the top of the table, giving up and giving in to the jam. Marko sat back for a moment, aloof and relaxed, a coy smile on his face before getting up to retrieve a shot of whiskey for all four of them. That left Dwayne wide open. The question was, would the lady take his challenge?
‘When the devil finished johnny said "well you're pretty good, old son But sit down in that chair right there and let me show you how it's done”’
To his surprise, she cleaned away the spilled alcohol, sat up straight and raised a hand to get the bartenders attention. Before he’d even made his way halfway, she said very loud and clear, “Four blowjobs for these boys in front here,” and she pointed at each.
Paul, naturally, was the first to lose his shit, a combustion of laughter that left him sweeping most of the cards off the table with his movement alone. No one needed them anymore anyway. “I’ll take one of those any night, sweet cheeks,” he declared. If this were the song that did it, he couldn’t argue it either anymore.
Marko’s grin turned downright seedy. He applauded her and accepted as well, temporarily leaving behind the whiskey. It was a little sweet for his liking, but how could any of them resist a good blow job?
Dwayne was actually laughing and with David’s approval he waved her down to join them as the shots were prepared and set out in front of them.
Thank goodness for alcohol and its stimulant effect on the young lady, making her deny the fact that these four were monsters. Or perhaps she was just in the mood for a good challenge as the song noted and they were four devils that weren’t going to win this showdown.
David at first was reluctant as always to put himself in such a vulnerable state out in public, but he gathered with his gang. Each of them took a seat at the card table, drink in front of them and with their hands behind their backs, they took the shot, tilted their heads up and drank. Boom. The knock of glasses hitting wood rose, as did their faces, whipped cream on their upper lips.
The young lady got a good laugh as the song was coming to its close.
‘The devil bowed his head 'cause he knew that he'd been beat And he laid that golden fiddle on the ground at johnny's feet
Johnny said, "devil, just come on back if you ever want to try again I told you once, you son of a bitch I'm the best that's ever been"’
“You boys wanna go again?” she taunted.
“Come sit down on my lap,” Dwayne invited, patting his knee. “Then we’ll talk.”
In that moment she probably thought she’d beaten the devil, or possibly his four demons, but in reality, she had no idea what she was in for.
#the lost boys#lost boys#writing#nyx-daughterofchaos98#request#devil went down to georgia#the charlie daniels band#David#Dwayne#Marko#Paul#vampires#fan fiction#story time
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For the Helluva Boss and Hazbin hotel asks, I’ll leave it up to you if you wanna make them together or separate. Honestly, I feel both works are great enough to get their own ask, but if you don’t wanna spend too long on it (I understand) and you wanna make it one, go right ahead
Well, since I don’t do the Mafia ones personally, it won’t be too long. :P {answer to this} ~Mod Feral
UT Sans
Hazbin Hotel
He’s somewhat interested, but he’s unsure. It seems like a series that could get really interesting in the near future, but it also could get so, so terrible so, so fast. He’ll likely watch the next episode, but he’s not sure.
Helluva Boss
That was... wow. It’s uh... really well animated and voice acted... It’s not in his alley, though, a bit too graphic. Sure, Hazbin Hotel has violence, but not to that level.
UF Sans
Hazbin Hotel
OMG that was fantastic. He’s a major fan of all of it. There’s violent or dirty jokes everywhere. Sure, there’s offensive things too, but for the most part, it’s great. Also he’s pretty sure Husker is just him in another reality, but dang.
Helluva Boss
He is 100% down for more of this omg. This is completely his thing.
#undertale#underfell#sans#uf sans#hazbin hotel#helluva boss#undertale imagines#nyx-daughterofchaos98
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I was looking over your Volturi and Olympic coven re-castings. I know you said you didn’t like who you choose as Caius. Have you considered Thranduil from LOTR? ((Caius is said to be older in the books correct? Thranduil would be perfect... unless you wanna keep him as Malfoy ❤️))
Hi there! Sorry for the late response, I’ve been studying for finals and now the DAT. Sooo long story with all of my fancasts lol. I’m super picky when it comes to the faceclaims. They have to:
Have the same physical characteristics as the character obviously
Fit the “vibe” of said character
Actually famous enough to have enough high-quality pictures for me to work with
But at the same time, not famous enough that people will recognize them on the spot or associate them with another character (a rule I’ve had to break twice)
So that’s why I wasn’t particularly happy with choosing Jacob Isaacs as Caius because just about everyone recognizes Lucius Malfoy. I think the guy that plays Thranduil (just had to look him up because I’ve never read nor seen LOR) has a great face for Caius, in fact he gives me more Caius vibes than Malfoy does! But it kinda falls under the same problem I had with Jacob Isaacs in which I feel Thranduil would be too recognizable and I also don’t personally have enough photoshop skills to edit out all of those cool elf clothes/features T_T. I appreciate the suggestion though!!
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How are my younglings? I do miss you guys ❤️❤️
"We're OK! I'm finally old enough to go to preschool!"
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Okay, this is a quick opinionated question rather than a request. But if you do decide to write a Drabble I won’t be complaining 😉😉 But! How do you think Cody would react to a pregnant witch while he’s on his “witch purge”. Like, pregnant enough to be obviously pregnant, 6 months pregnant. Would he kill her? Spare her? Wait till she has the kid and then kill her? Would he spare the child or kill it too? Raise it or leave it to be found by someone else? WDYT?
In Michael’s fit of rage at the school, he see’s a girl in the corner, crying, sobbing for him to just stop. He’d probably kneel down to her, her sobs getting louder as he got closer. Gunshot after gunshot causing her to jump,
“Lookie what we have here, ms. mead”
His eyes falling from hers, straight down to her growing belly, he hums in satisfaction as she starts pleading with him
“Please, please don’t kill my baby” her voice shaky, tears ripping through her eyes as he she feels Michael grab her ankle, pulling her closer to him, causing her back to slip and her head to collide harshly with the hardwood floor.
Him towering atop her relaxed form, laying on the ground, he brings his hand to her cheek, rubbing reassuringly, shushing her cries until they’re basically silent.
Thoughts flooding Michaels head, he always needed new followers. He could train the newborn to be a loyal follower, what he could do with such an innocent mind.
“Don’t you worry, little witch. You’re safe for the next 3 months,” his smile from ear to ear, chuckling lowly at her loud cry after she realized what he had said. Blood pumping through her veins, her heart beat in her ear, she could almost faint. But for now she was safe, thinking in the back of her head what he would ultimately do with her once he got what he wanted.
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Dude, @nyx-daughterofchaos98 and @sprainedwriting
We just go back and forth and Nyx and Sprained make the best fic ideas, I’m just along for the ride fr fr
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Oh man; Brahms, Ghostface’s and Thomas’s reaction to Game of Thrones; Cersei’s revenge on Ellaria Sand and the High Septa. How would they feel about her “Poetic Justice”
Hi! Sorry, but I don’t write for Brahms. The other two, however, I can definitely talk about!
Ghostface in general is all about the pageantry. If you think Billy and Stu, the reigning Drama Kings, are not 100% Here For It™ then I can’t help you. They probably kept up with the show, watching weekly and were downright giddy when they saw how brutal Cersei’s revenge was.
Do I think Thomas would be an avid consumer of Game of Thrones? Probably not. Do I think he could understand Cersei’s devotion to her family and willingness to do anything for them? Abso-fucking-lutely. Any revenge he might take won’t be as well thought-out as what Cersei did, but you can bet he won’t waste an ounce of brutality on anyone that harms his family.
#slashers#slasher headcanons#Ghostface#billy loomis#stu macher#leatherface#thomas hewitt#asks#nyx-daughterofchaos98#got spoilers#jic
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Could you link chapter 22 and 23 of caught in the middle please??
Of course! These are to Archive of our Own. I have everything archived on there!
Chapter 22
Chapter 23 (Chapter 23 does contain an explicit rape scence)
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OH
@nyx-daughterofchaos98 @chaoticmoron @drxgonspine @dakotafinely
^tagged by @soctherapy but the post was getting too long
this isnt a win for me.......
Tags!: @rae-unbeloved @lil-gae-disaster @fictionalcharactergraveyard @livelaughlovelams @alexanderhamiltonhasafatass
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