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hoodreader · 3 months ago

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the upcoming months for nicki minaj (predictions).

i’m making this for practice.

to be honest, i don't feel like middle to end of september is going to be good for nicki minaj. and i think it's gon suck well into october too...

she has her twelfth house containing mars in capricorn. the tweflth house is the house of one's own self undoing. it's highly karmic, so we are often undone by things we refuse to accept and grow from. it's no surprise that nicki is quite terrible at expressing her anger and frustration... like... to be honest, this is all because she's quite insecure in reality.

mars is the planet of the root chakra, and the root chakra shows our survival and our sense of security, and hers is afflicted. as is it's a malefic, in the house of "bad spirit." it forms a mutual reception with her tenth house saturn in scorpio. she could be using it to learn how to properly direct her energy -- how to assert her authority. but she doesn't.

but she want everybody to bow to her and i think it's her tenth house saturn conjunct her ninth house pluto. the ninth house is the house of god. so i wonder if the tenth house lord being in the ninth house conjunct her tenth house saturn creates a god complex.

anyways. i think her insecurity is causing her to be paranoid and lash out on people but that's compromising her ability to create from a space that's not also insecure. to be real, i also think that's why her music ain't hitting like it used to. in this case, she lowkey embodying the myth of saturn. saturn can show how far someone will go to maintain power. that nigga literally ate his kids. and she always talking about how bitches her sons so... do the math.

this pluto in capricorn transit over her mars been showing just how paranoid she is. she been wanting to undermine others because she want to feel powerful but her spiritual "power bank" is again compromised.

and her twelfth house lord is in the tenth house. this shit is really impacting her legacy and her public reception. instead of gracefully solidifying herself as a legend & accepting that times change, she's conspiring against herself due to her paranoia. she also is a natal eighth house virgo moon. an overactive mind in the shadows of her mind is lowkey fucking with her.

there's going to be a transit moon, transit pluto, and natal mars conjunction in her twelth house on october 11th. i'm just throwing shit out... but the way the moon works is that as a luminary, it illuminates whatever house it's in. in the twelfth house, it can illuminate the ways she's undoing herself and thus undoing her career as a result of it?

there's going to be a lunar eclipse in her second house-eighth house axis on september 17th. i do not think it'll be nice to her. but that's because she's not nice to others and thus, she's not nice to herself. "when u hurt me u hurt urself." this lunar eclipse will be passing over the transit saturn rx in pisces in her second house. i haven’t yet thought about how the lunar eclipse will impact the saturn rx, but it does involve the nodes. and specifically the south node. the node of past life karma. of the body without the head. it’s baggage.

lunar eclipses illuminate things that were hidden within us. the transit moon will be in her second house, the sun will be in her eighth house conjunct her natal moon. which means her natal eighth house virgo moon will be opposing the transit pisces moon. true colors really finna show. i think this should be a dormant time for her. she don’t need to be tweeting, arguing, going live, nothing tbh. she already got natal indications for having baggage so it’d do nothing but illuminate it.

all-in-all, there's a lot of moon/mars/saturn/pluto energy concentrated.

transit moon in saturn's sign

transit pluto in saturn's sign

natal mars in saturn's sign

natal saturn in mars' sign

natal mars and saturn mutual reception

natal saturn and pluto mutual reception (i'm unsure if exalts count but her pluto is in libra)

et cetera.

some other things is her twelfth house south node in capricorn and her sixth house north node in cancer. i can’t yet think about how to connect that. but anyways. we'll see in due time.

edit: also she’s a huge fucking pick me & it’s that afflicted moon and moon-venus square. she need to work onnat. and maybe the lilith-venus conjunction. which sucks cuz if u know how to harness lilith energy a lilith-venus conjunction is so cool.

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derangedanomaly · 6 months ago

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Songs that I listen to while drawing the boys

(super random post- but I just thought I'd share this with ya lol. All of these songs fit them btw)

CHAOS:

Lana Del Rey: Diet Mountain Dew, Trash Magic, I want it all

Asteria: EYES ON ME, WHAT YOU WANT

Melanie Martinez: The Contortionist

6arelyhuman: Faster N Harder

DPR IAN: Don't Go Insane

Laurie Anderson: O Superman (ISTFG THIS FITS HIM SO MUCH)

Slowdive: When The Sun Hits

Lady Gaga: Heavy Metal Lover

Grimes: Genesis

Billie Eilish: What Was I Made For? (THIS ALSO FITS HIM SO MUCH)

Rihanna: Breaking Dishes, Disturbia

T-Pain: Take your shirt off

Chart: HEAVEN SAYS

Adele: Skyfall

Madonna: 4 Minutes

Bambee: Bumblebee

Elvis Presley: Can't help falling in love with you

NIGHTMARE:

Isabel LaRosa: Older

Mitski: Me and My Husband, Your best American Girl

Black Gryph0n: INSANE

Axie: I'M SANE, TERRIBLE THINGS

Insane Clown Posse: Halls Of Illusions

Beetlejuice musical: That Beautiful Sound

Namika: je ne parle pas français

Lana Del Rey: Once Upon A Dream

Dev: Monster

Slipknot: People = Shit

Lydia the Bard: Cover of TOXIC (Sadder and darker)

Heathers, the musical: Meant To Be Yours

Ayesha Erotica: Shitzu, Where you at, Hands Up!

Adele: Million Years Ago

Lady Gaga: Bad Romance

Theory of a Deadman: Bitch came back

ACE:

MCCAFFERTY: BeachBoy

Cigarettes After Sex: Cry, Sunsetz, Crush, Sweet, Apocalypse, K

Mitski: Lonesome Love, First Love / Late Spring

Mindless Self Indulgence: Lights Out

JT Music: Anytime You Smile

Miike Snow: Genghis Khan

Charlie XCX: Speed Drive

Tom Cardy: Red Flags

Connie Francis: Stupid Cupid

Arctic Monkeys: I wanna be yours

Jamie Foxx: Fly Love

Måneskin: GOSSIP

Melanie Martinez: Evil

Beyoncé: Beautiful Liar

Wheatus: Teenage Dirtbag

Queen: Bohemian Rhapsody

J. Cole: She knows

TV Girl: Lovers Rock

BLADE:

Lustra: Scotty Doesn't Know

Rammstein: Sonne

Tally Hall: Two Wuv

Mother Mother: Problems

6arelyhuman: Hands Up!, GMFU

Elvis Presley: Jailhouse Rock

Kreayshawn: Go Hard (La.La.La)

Toy-Box: E.T.

Boygenius: Not Strong Enough

4 Door Theater: Porcelain Face

Britney Manson: FASHION

Psychosticks: I can only count to four

Ryan Gosling: I'm just Ken (he's a fan 😔✋)

Tom Cardy: H.Y.C.Y.BH, Best Friends

Owl City: Good time

Dazey and the Scouts: Wet

TED:

Melanie Martinez: EVIL, Cake

Cavetown: Boys Will Be Bugs, Devil Town

Faouzia: Born Without a Heart

Maddie Zahm: Fat Funny Friend

Soddiken: Hansel

Mitsuki: Abbey

The Dresden Dolls: My Alcoholic Friends

Radiohead: Creep

Sarah Cothran: As The World Caves In

Skillet: Monster

TOOPOOR: Crazy Girls

Lady Gaga: Government Hooker (I just can't help but imagine the man's voice as Ted's- 😭)

6arelyhuman: XOXO

Insane Clown Posse: Halls of Illusion

Why did I actually spend my time doing this? 💀

#undertale #undertale fandom #sans undertale #chaos sans #undertale au #utmv #utmv au #art #undertale art #nightmare sans #dust sans #killer sans #horror sans

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jaybirdie421 · 6 months ago

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Masterlist for songs used in chapter titles:

(TBP- To Be Posted) (TBW- To Be Written)

Book Title: Running Up That Hill (A Deal With God) by Kate Bush

Prologue: What Was I Made For by Billie Eilish

ARC 1

Ch1: Walking on Sunshine by Katrina

Ch2: Made For Me by Muni Long

Ch3: Mad World by Pentatonix

Ch4: Brother by Kodaline

Ch5: Devil’s Train by The Lab Rats

Ch6: Towards the Sun by Rhianna, Charlie’s Inferno/Terrible Things by That Handsome Devil/AXIE

ARC 2

Ch7: Not Like Us by Kendrick Lamar

Ch8: Devil Town by Cavetown

Ch9: Look Who’s Inside Again by Bo Burnum

ARC 3

Ch10: Burning Pile by Mother Mother

Ch11: The Cult of Dionysus by The Orion Experience

Ch12: Nothing’s New by Rio Romeo

Ch13: We Are Young by Pentatonix

Ch14: Spooky Scary Skeletons by Andrew Gold

Ch15: Material Girl by Madonna

Ch16: Blow My Brains Out by Tikkle Me

Ch17: Meet Me At Our Spot by WILLOW

Ch18: Wait A Minute! by WILLOW

Ch19: Dead But Pretty by IC3PEAK, Abbey by Mitski

Ch20: Just Dance by Lady Gaga

Ch21: Sweater Weather by The Neighborhood

Ch22: Let’s Groove by Earth, Wind, and Fire

Ch23: Pocketful of Sunshine by Natasha Bedingfield

Ch24: Take A Slice by The Glass Animals

Ch25: Breezeblocks by Alt-j

Ch26: Ride by Sir-Mix-A-Lot

Ch27: Touch The Sky from Brave

Ch28: Ole Therebefore by Rachel Zegler

Ch29: Rewrite the Stars from The Greatest Showman

Ch30: We Both Reached For The Gun from Chicago the Musical

Ch31: Too Sweet by Hozier

Ch32: Line Without a Hook by Ricky Montgomery

Ch33: Do You Remember The Rain by (?)

Ch34: 9 to 5 by Dolley Parton

Ch35: Jump in the Line/ Dead Mom (Reprise) from BEETLEJUICE the Musical

Ch36: I/ME/MYSELF by Will Wood

Ch37: Double Life by Pharrell Williams (Despicable Me 4)

Ch38: Your Love (Deja Vu) by Glass Animals

Ch39: When Will I See You Again by SHAKKA

Ch40: End of Beginning by Djo

Ch41: Baby Hotline by Jack Stauber (Micropop)

Ch42: I Know The End by Phoebe Bridgers

Ch43: Heat Waves by The Glass Animals

Ch44: Everybody Wants To Rule The World by Tears for Fears

Arc 4

Ch45: See You Again by Tyler The Creator

Ch46: Cloud 9 by Beach Bunny

Ch47: Plage Coquillage

Ch48: Poison from Hazbin Hotel

Ch49: good luck babe! by Chappell Roan

Ch50: Ghost by Confetti

#fanfic #fanfiction #sans undertale #undertale #sans au #papyrus #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #ao3 link #ao3 author #ao3fic #RUTHtale

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maebys-delivery-service · 2 months ago

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Timing: Current Location: Outside Maeby's "Apartment" Feat: @mortemoppetere & @maebys-delivery-service Warnings: None Summary: Emilio's newest case leads him to Maeby's.... fire escape?

Sometimes, people called him about strange occurrences. Emilio wasn’t sure if this was a typical expectation of private investigators or if Axis had gotten something of a reputation for their willingness to work strange cases — could have been either, or some mixture of both — but he didn’t really hate it. People asked interesting questions, and it could be almost fun to search for the answers. He’d never admit it, but it gave him something of a rush. These days, he was closest to happy when he had something worth figuring out.

This particular case seemed to be something in that vein. A client had gotten a package with what turned out to be a cursed artifact inside. They’d managed to remove the curse in question — they were a skilled spellcaster, and someone he hoped to keep in his back pocket as a potential contact if this case played out well — but they wanted to know where the package had come from. If someone was out to get them, they’d reasoned, it was better to know who that someone was. Emilio had been more than happy to take on the case, especially when the spellcaster offered to pay half up front.

He’d done a bit of digging so far. A few shady business owners who’d been willing to let him take a look at their security cameras in exchange for favors later, a little old fashioned snooping, a couple of stops in the liquor store for mostly unrelated reasons, and here he was, standing outside an abandoned theater that seemed to be the residence of a courier who delivered shit like this. The job market in Wicked’s Rest was a strange one. Propping against the wall, he waited for the kid to appear. It didn’t take long. He’d been there a minute, maybe two when she slipped down a fire escape, package in hand. He approached her with a nod. “Maebelle Knot?” His accent curled uncertainly around the name. “Hoping to ask a few questions.”

—

Maeby liked when the world was quiet. Hearing aids turned almost off, just the gentle hum of whatever music today felt like. It was a classical sort of day. All cellos and violins. Deep cascading rhythms, charging off and dancing along the melodies. The morning had thus far been a peaceful affair. One delivery, then a big wait until her next pickup. Maeby even had a chance to go home, stock up on road snacks and take a quick cat nap.

(Lord knows she wasn't sleeping well at night anymore. What with all visions of great monsters, gnashing teeth, hard scales, and terrible things she was to become.)

It was only on the return, going back from her restful little nest that some stranger broke the placid pleasantness. Maeby scowled at the words she couldn't quite hear, but the lips that looked an awful lot like they were saying their name. She did not know this man. He had not earned the right to call her by her full name. But the fact that he knew it at all wasn't a good one. (Unless he was saying something else entirely, perhaps Bay Hell Nod?) Maeby glanced sidelong towards the end of the alley, a quick consideration on how hard it would be to bolt past a guy like this.

Why was he here? Who the hell was he?

She opted for something else, feigned ignorance. “Sorry–” she pointed towards her ears and the matte plastic that stuck out even amongst the piercings and whatnot. “Don't know directions to any sable pond.” Maeby embodied a rather lackluster approximation of apologeticness and stepped to the side, gripping her longboard tighter as she made for the exit.

—

She was younger than he thought she’d be. He hadn’t been able to get an exact age in his research — given the state of where she was living, he doubted she’d signed a lease for him to pull — but she looked around Nora or Wynne’s age, give or take a few years. She looked about ready to bolt, too, and Emilio really hoped she wouldn’t. There was no way in hell he’d be able to keep up with her. His bad leg flared up with a brief flash of pain at the mere thought of it, like the limb itself was warning him against the concept of anything more intense than a casual stride. If she ran, he’d have to come back another day, stake out the theater over and over and over again until she grew tired enough of his presence to speak to her.

Luckily, she didn’t run right away. Instead, she pointed to her ear — he didn’t know what the plastic was — and said something that didn’t make sense. It took a moment for him to put two and two together, to connect the thing in her ear to the nonsensical response to his question. He thought of Jonas, who required Emilio to look directly at him and speak slowly, enunciating in ways that often felt unnatural with his accent. He could do that for this kid, too. The problem was, he got the feeling she was intentionally misunderstanding him.

Gritting his teeth, he stepped in front of her again, fishing his phone from his pocket and typing on the screen. Need to talk to you about something. He flipped it around so the words were facing her, expression neutral. “I can talk,” he looked her in the eyes as he would Jonas, spoke slowly and carefully, “or I can type. Typing will take longer. I have plenty of time. Something tells me you have less.”

—

Man, this would have been a wonderful time to turn into a great big man eating monster. Maeby itched at the back of her neck. Shifting uncomfortably as the rough patch there seemed to spread with her unease. More scales, but not enough to do anything with. Still it was kind of dumb to think like that, the kid chastised herself. The monster she was turning into was the one that ruined her life. It was the reason guys like this were probably looking for her.

He didn't look like a cop. Maybe he was… the guy who owned the theater? Or worse, maybe her parents had somehow figured out where she was. Sent someone to drag her back. And she'd never get a cure before the worst happened. Before she turned into a monster and ate them all.

Mr. Whoever was talking slowly. Over enunciating and pulling out his phone to type on. Great. Maeby’s scowl turned farther south. Souring more and more as it looked like this was a conversation she might actually have to have. A long sigh rolled from her chest and up and out. She carefully twisted the dial on her aid till the volume of the world matched something like ‘normal’ and the music all but faded away. “What.” Not exactly a question, not an invitation, either. If he had something to say, he better spit it out.

—

She looked uncomfortable, and Emilio forced himself not to give a shit. If she was out here delivering cursed objects to people, he needed to get to the bottom of it for her sake as much as for the sake of the people who her deliveries were affecting. He knew firsthand what a cursed object could do to someone; memories of the cursed necklace that sent him to the roof of his apartment building gripped him by the throat, reminded him of where he might be now if Teddy hadn’t shown up to drag his drunk ass to their shitty houseboat. Shit like this was no joke. Uncomfortable or no, he needed to make her face it.

Her expression shifted, stormy look clear on her face. She seemed to recognize that Emilio wasn’t going anywhere, and that was good. That would save him a lot of time. He was a stubborn piece of shit, but his life was a lot easier when he didn’t have to be. He preferred being able to get things done without resorting to a shouting match outside an abandoned theater, especially when said shouting match was with a fucking kid.

So it was a relief, really, when the kid reached up to the hunk of plastic in her ear and did something that seemed to make her hear him a little better. It was a relief when she demanded to know what he wanted. Even her clear irritation came as a relief in its familiarity; Emilio knew what to do with that far better than he did with most other emotions. He pocketed his phone and crossed his arms over his chest, tilting his head slightly with a nod. “You deliver things.” He tried to speak clearly, even though he thought whatever she’d done with her ears meant she could hear him now. He didn’t want to give her an excuse to drag this shit out. “Yes? You delivered one to a guy a few blocks from here. A, uh…” He struggled to find the word, fingers tapping against his arm uncertainly. “Box. With uh, dancers.” Hopefully, she’d know what he meant.

—

Mr. Sinclair was going to get a sternly worded letter at this rate. Some kind of big complaint. Possibly even a condemnation. The not-cop was asking about her deliveries, and that sent her mind from concerned to cranky. It was bad enough that the old vampire bossed her around and made her run halfway across the city just to turn around and go to the other side for these special deliveries, now Maeby had to deal with some angry customer or whatever.

“Don't know what's in them. Not my job. I just put them where the package says. All complaints can go–” Quite suddenly the kid shifted in demeanor. Stopping short of outing her employer. Something she'd promised not to do.

(Weirdly to Mr. Sinclair's strange assistant, not to him, though. Maeby didn't really understand why that was such a specific distinction he had, or why it was an…exceptionally well kept promise. But then again, she hardly understood half the shit going on since she got to town.)

“Up your butt and around the corner.” She deflected, crossing her arms and taking up a post leaning against the brick wall behind her. A wrinkle tilted her nose up, like she'd caught a whiff of something rank. “Why do you even care?”

—

Now that was interesting. He caught it, the moment she almost gave away more than she meant to. The way her body stiffened, the way she faltered. It meant there was something more to tell, meant she wasn’t the top of the food chain here. Emilio wasn’t particularly surprised by that; he doubted a kid was the one running an operation sending out cursed objects to people, especially when the kid in question didn’t set off any ‘undead and probably a lot older than they look’ alarm bells in his head. She was hiding something; that meant there was something to hide.

He studied her for a moment, brows raised. She was standoffish, she clearly didn’t want to talk to him. He’d run into kids like her a thousand times in this town, knew most of her act probably was an act. He didn’t think she wanted to hurt anyone. In his experience, most kids didn’t. (On some level, he knew that was a biased way of thinking. There were kids who were shitty, kids who reveled in causing others pain, kids who wanted nothing more than to hurt people. But Emilio had a hard time seeing that, had a hard time accepting it. To him, kids were the only ones ever awarded the benefit of the doubt. Everyone else got the full dose of his paranoia.)

“It hurt somebody,” he commented, idly pulling out a pack of cigarettes and putting one in his mouth. He held it between his teeth as he continued. “The person who wound up with it. They were lucky — they knew how to fix it before it got bad. But the next person might not. Or the one after that, or the one after that. More stuff like this gets delivered, someone could end up real hurt. I don’t think you want that.” He lit the cigarette, taking a long drag. “Or maybe you do. But I don’t.”

—

Maeby bristled. Her heart picked up and she tried to look anywhere that wasn’t at this stranger. Her face felt hot, but it remained in that tight scowl. Trying to look unaffected, and failing quite spectacularly. The cool of the bricks behind her was the only thing grounding her well enough to keep tears from forming. She hated confrontation. The first sign of it usually meant shutting down in one way or another, but this was different. Much much more at stake than someone who potentially might maybe get hurt.

Exactly what she worried about was true? So what? More people would get hurt, she reminded herself, if she didn’t get the cure. If she followed in the steps of every monster on the silver screen and destroyed whole towns, cities, states. Catastrophizing? Maybe. But Maeby was still a kid. Pretty sheltered one at that. With a mind that tended to take things literally. So when a scary witch tells you quite cryptically that ‘you will destroy everything you care about’ then a week later the first scale appears, well. Maeby believed it.

“Not my fault.” She lied. Or at least, deflected again. “Maybe they ordered it like that. I’m just delivering them.” Maeby had to keep delivering them. She had to find out everything there was to know about Lamia, and how to stop being one before it got bad. “Why not go bother someone else. I don’t have to talk to you.”

—

He’d rattled her. She was trying not to show it, but she wasn’t as skilled in keeping a straight face as he was in seeing past them. He took note of the way she leaned back, the way she looked shaken by the bluntness of his words. He’d meant to make her lose her cool, but he still felt a stab of guilt at the success. Emilio took no real pleasure in questioning kids like this, didn’t find it nearly as fun or rewarding as interrogating people a little older, who tended to deserve rougher handling.

It’d be easier if she just told him what he needed to know. He wasn’t lying about his intentions; his client had managed to break the curse easily enough, but not everyone who got a delivery from this kid would be a powerful spellcaster. Sooner or later, someone was going to get hurt. Irreparably so. Emilio wanted to prevent that for the kid as much as he wanted to prevent it for the potential victim of the next curse she dropped off someplace. Hurting people wasn’t an easy thing to deal with, to stomach. It wasn’t the kind of thing most people came back from. Emilio would know better than most; he was one of the ones who never made it back.

“Maybe it’s not your fault,” he agreed with a shrug. “You didn’t know what it’d do. But I’m telling you now. You know now. So the next one you drop off, if it hurts somebody… Harder to say that’s not your fault. One after that, too. And after that.” He took another drag from the cigarette, turning his head away from her to exhale with a sigh. “You don’t have to talk to me,” he agreed. “But I’m going to find out what I need to know. Could find it out from you. Could find it out from someone else. Doesn’t matter much to me, but might make you feel better if you’re the one helping. Feels better than hurting, sometimes.”

—

“Yeah, well– some of them are good too.” She shot back. Face red hot and steaming. “Life-saving even.” The only other time Maeby had been approached after delivering something, it was pretty much the opposite of this. And only because the person was there when she dropped the package off. And they insisted she stay for its opening.

Maeby didn't know why but the person was really compelling. Like they couldn't leave if they wanted to. Something about them just pulled her right inside. It all turned out okay, even if it was odd. The package had some great thing the woman had been looking for for ages and she said that she'd just die without it. So, life-saving. Right? Then she just gave Maeby a cookie and sent her on her way. Weird, but she never really thought about it much after.

“You aren't going around and fucking up regular postman’s days. They deliver shit that could be good or bad or neutral.” The young courier defended her position. It wasn't exactly perfect and she knew that, but it was necessary if she didn't want things to get worse. “Why don't you go find the people sending the packages then huh?? They're the ones who—who– who” She fumbled, tripping over her words as her frustration grew. “who are actually doing the bad things, Mister Tough Guy??”

—-

“You willing to roll the dice like that?” It was a genuine question. Was she okay with delivering packages that might hurt people if the tradeoff was packages that might help them? There was give and take with everything; Emilio knew that better than most. It was the same with what he did, sometimes. You hurt some people to help others. But how much control did she have? She seemed uncertain, seemed like maybe she didn’t know what was in those packages before she dropped them off. What was the ratio of ones that hurt versus ones that helped? Did she know? Did she want to?

He snorted at her defense, leveling her with a deadpan expression. “If I got a call about a postman’s package nearly killing someone then, yeah, I’d go fuck up their days. But I didn’t. I got a call about yours.” He couldn’t solve every goddamn problem in the world, and there were days when he hated himself for that. There were days when he read about ‘animal attacks’ in cemeteries and figured they were his fault, days when the weight of the world fit pretty snugly on top of his shoulders. He was learning to accept that he needed to do what he could, to save who he could save. This case was one someone had brought to him. This courier was standing in front of him. He could investigate this one. Maybe it’d make up for the ones he couldn’t.

“That’s what I’m trying to do, kid. How do you think this shit works? You start at the bottom, you work your way up. You’re on the bottom. I talk to you, figure out who you work for. Then I talk to them, figure out who paid them to have the package delivered. Then I go to that person, figure out why. If I could start at the top, I’d do it. But people like that are pretty goddamn good at hiding. Easier to find the people who are doing the bad things if the ones who don’t want bad things to happen will help you.”

—

It weighed on her. Of course it did. How could it not? As much as Maeby Knott wanted to pretend she was the aloof unaffected punk who could take the hard knocks and still be cool, she was more the sheepish kid who was scared shitless over all the sudden changes to her life. They had moved out for the first time, had to rig together every scrap to make some manner of home here in Wicked's Rest.

Part of that was the job.

Trickling information down from someone who, as the stranger put it, was at the top. Mr. Sinclair was smart and ancient. He was a fucking vampire for real real and he wasn't afraid to flex the strength that gave him even for small bouts of ire. Maeby shuddered to think of what it might look like if he got properly angry.

Even if that wasn't a problem, Mr. Sinclair was the only hope for a cure. Maeby couldn't jeopardize that. Not even for someone trying to do the right thing.

“Well, better figure all that out then, huh?” She barked, the heat rising behind her cheeks. She couldn't look at him anymore. Couldn't stand to be here, or anywhere that people's eyes could cast upon her. Whenever things got like this, it felt like the world could read her every thought. Felt like her heartbeat gave away every secret. Almost frantically, she turned to her board. Realizing then she'd been gripping it so tight her knuckles had gone white. Maeby dropped it to the ground and brushed past the man in the leather jacket. Escaping before the tears threatened to well, or god forbid, fall.

—

It was clear he’d gotten to her, but it was just as clear that she wasn’t going to tell him what he needed to know. It would have been easier for the both of them if she would have, would have meant less trouble in the long run, but it was what it was. Maybe she was afraid of her boss, he reasoned; whoever was in charge of sending cursed objects out to people doubtlessly carried some power, and she was just a kid. Maybe whoever was over her head had her locked into something tight, and her fear clamped her jaw shut tighter than anything else could ever hope.

Or maybe she believed what she was spouting. Emilio thought of himself at that age, defending the Cortez code so vehemently that anyone who questioned it for a second saw him spitting venom in their direction. It had taken a kid of his own for him to figure out the things he’d been taught hadn’t been entirely true, and even now he sometimes found himself defending the person he didn’t want to be anymore.

Whatever the reason, though, it was clear that Maebelle Knott was a dead end, that Emilio would need to take the investigation in another direction if he ever hoped to solve it. If she’d been someone else, he might have pushed more. Someone a few years older might have found themselves shoved against the wall, might have felt a blade against their chest in a quiet warning. But this was a kid, and Emilio couldn’t bring himself to threaten her. Instead, he nodded as she dropped her board and brushed by him.

“Probably be seeing you around,” he called after her. This client wouldn’t be the only one who came to him with some kind of problem that led back to her. He was sure of that. “Hope I’m not telling you about someone one of your deliveries killed next time.”

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Maeby’s mind was a staticky mess. Pushing out and in, in all directions. Fighting a losing war against morals and judgment and whatever the hell the greater good was in this situation. There was no other greater good for her, than stopping this tide of destruction that was heading her way. Who knows how fast. Could be tomorrow, could be a week from now. But whenever that reptilian curse reared its ugly scaly head, the greater good was in more danger than receiving mystery packages from a mildly magical source.

As the young soon-to-be-monster sped off, away enough that she only barely caught the stranger’s final jab, but it was enough to seal the coffin on her most current breakdown. The guy already knew where she lived, so she didn’t have to go skate around the neighborhood before circling back to the one place she shouldn’t be disturbed. But maybe it helped get out some excess energy. Maybe it took their mind off of the obvious long enough for her to calm down. Maybe it was all an escape, in a way.

All she knew was tomorrow there would be another package. And she’d have to deliver it.

#wickedswriting #mortemoppetere #maebys-delivery-service

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funtimelolmix · 10 months ago

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i dont post much sooo here u go! arting! this oc’s name is yuosef and hes based on a song called “TERRIBLE THINGS” by axie, which lyrics from it are here in this artwork! im a HUGE fan of axie btw ive been listening to his music ever since he made 2.21.21

this image is him fullbody :P

#oc artwork #lyric art #oc art #veldigun #digital art #oc #veldigun oc #my oc art #digital drawing #digital arwork #original character

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best-fnaf-song-competition · 11 months ago

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WELCOME to the Best FNAF Song Of 2023 Tournament!!!

EVERY SINGLE SONG that got nominated is included in this bracket! Here's hoping we get some fun matchups!

Polls will be linked directly under the read more!

FINALS!!!

Stuck Inside has been disqualified due to substantiated claims of grooming by Black Gryph0n. An emergency poll has replaced it with Lovely Things

PLAYLIST

NOMINATION SPREADSHEET

(in case you want to see what people said about a particular song!)

DISCORD SERVER

Round 1A

Fate (Junimations) VS. Bunny Boy (Freeced) VS. Let Me In (CoffeeLemon)

Through The Valley (EvidentlyFresh) VS. Long Ago (Green Music)

Gasoline (NerdOut!) VS. Save Me (KryFuZe)

Pictures (Kyle Allen) VS. Ruin (ChewieCatt)

Five Nights (FabvL) VS. Human-Shaped Grave (LOCKE) VS. They Aren't Alright (TryHardNinja)

Close To Home (DAGames) VS. Ghost In The Machine (Shadrow)

Behind The Mask (APAngryPiggy) VS. In The Ruins (TryHardNinja) VS. This Is The Last Night (JTMusic)

Lovely Things (JTMusic) VS. Stuck Inside (BlackGryph0n)

Back For Another Bite (JTMusic) VS. Ruined Lullaby (CG5) VS. Brought This On Yourself (TryHardNinja)

This Opportunity (Tynado) VS. Blood Runs Thicker (PARANOiD DJ)

You're Coming With Us (MonochroMenace) VS. What Remains Of Me (LongestSoloEver)

Tilt-A-Whirl (Man On The Internet) VS. Freddy You're Supposed To Be On Lockdown (MiatriSs)

Better (Nightcove The Fox) VS. Lost Souls (ChewieCatt) VS. A Bad Thing (Nightcove The Fox)

Render Me Alive (TryHardNinja) VS. I've Been Here The Whole Time (WereWING)

Make Me Whole (KryFuZe) VS. Ruin (Alpha25)

Cries Of The Missing (Eleven) VS. Graveyard Shift (Doctor Siren)

Round 1B

You've Been Wrong (Logan Pettipas) VS. In My Eyes Now (Nigthcove The Fox) VS. What Lurks In Shadows (KryFuZe)

Digging Your Grave (Lexo) VS. Mechanized And Alive (Arcadify)

Chronicles Of Bonnie - Treachery (Scraton) VS. Treat You Right (NerdOut!)

Come Play (Lydia The Bard) VS. I Found You (APAngryPiggy)

Ruin (Nightcove The Fox) VS. Afton's Empire (KryFuZe) VS. Bad Rabbit (TryHardNinja)

You're The Key (Kyle Allen) VS. Stuck In Your Ruin (Shawn Christmas)

Like A Disguise (Nightcove The Fox) VS. Time Keeps Ticking (Griffinilla)

Bury Me In Metal (Tynado) VS. Let Me Out (APAngryPiggy)

Terrible Things (Axie) VS. Ballad Of The Walking Machines (CG5) VS. The Mimic Song (Rockit Music)

Coming Back For More (DHeusta) VS. One Of Us (Nightcove The Fox)

Everything (EvidentlyFresh) VS. Connection Terminated (TheManBeHisLa)

Remnants Of Gold (Tynado) VS. Endless Nights (SubwayTacoMan)

Take Me Home (Nightcove The Fox) VS. A Silicon Soul (j-gems) VS. Hand And Eye (Man On The Internet)

Far Too Long (Nightcove The Fox) VS. Run (xXtha)

What Are You? (KryFuZe) VS. Five Unholy Nights (Cormick Murray)

Built To Be Grand (GM) VS. Your Wrath (MsBakuBeats)

Round 2

Bunny Boy (Freeced) VS. Through The Valley (EvidentlyFresh)

Save Me (KryFuZe) VS. Ruin (ChewieCatt)

Five Nights (FabvL) VS. Ghost In The Machine (Shadrow)

Behind The Mask (APAngryPiggy) VS. Stuck Inside (BlackGryph0n)

Back For Another Bite (JTMusic) VS. Blood Runs Thicker (PARANOiD DJ)

What Remains Of Me (LongestSoloEver) VS. Tilt-A-Whirl (Man On The Internet)

Lost Souls (ChewieCatt) VS. Render Me Alive (TryHardNinja)

Ruin (Alpha25) VS. Graveyard Shift (Doctor Siren)

What Lurks In Shadows (KryFuZe) VS. Digging Your Grave (Lexo)

Chronicles Of Bonnie - Treachery (Scraton) VS. I Found You (APAngryPiggy)

Afton's Empire (KryFuZe) VS. Bad Rabbit (TryHardNinja) VS. You're The Key (Kyle Allen)

Time Keeps Ticking (Griffinilla) VS. Bury Me In Metal (Tynado)

Terrible Things (Axie) VS. One Of Us (Nightcove The Fox)

Everything (EvidentlyFresh) VS. Remnants Of Gold (Tynado)

Hand And Eye (Man On The Internet) VS. Far Too Long (Nightcove The Fox)

Five Unholy Nights (Cormick Murray) VS. Your Wrath (MsBakuBeats)

Round 3

Through The Valley (EvidentlyFresh) VS. Ruin (ChewieCatt)

Ghost In The Machine (Shadrow) VS. Lovely Things (JT Music)

Back For Another Bite (JTMusic) VS. Tilt-A-Whirl (Man On The Internet)

Render Me Alive (TryHardNinja) VS. Graveyard Shift (Doctor Siren)

Digging Your Grave (Lexo) VS. I Found You (APAngryPiggy)

You're They Key (Kyle Allen) VS. Bury Me In Metal (Tynado)

Terrible Things (Axie) VS. Remnants Of Gold (Tynado)

Far Too Long (Nightcove The Fox) VS. Five Unholy Nights (Cormick Murray)

Round 4

Ruin (ChewieCatt) VS. Lovely Things (JT Music)

Back For Another Bite (JTMusic) VS. Graveyard Shift (Doctor Siren)

I Found You (APAngryPiggy) VS. Bury Me In Metal (Tynado)

Terrible Things (Axie) VS. Far Too Long (Nightcove The Fox)

Round 5

Lovely Things (JTMusic) VS. Back For Another Bite (JTMusic)

Bury Me In Metal (Tynado) VS. Terrible Things (Axie)

FINALS

Back For Another Bite (JTMusic) VS. Terrible Things (Axie)

#tournament #tournament bracket #fnaf fan music tournament #poll #polls #poll masterpost #five nights at freddy's #five nights at freddys #fnaf #2023 tournament #LETS GO

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neptunestoast · 8 months ago

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when u get this, list 5 songs u like to listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favourite followers (Got it from @bixell-pixell)

YAY MORE!!!!!

Again, more than five songs. But thank you for letting me indulge in music (again)

#neptune sillies #blob #ask-blog #ask #inbox

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a-crack-in-the-universe · 3 months ago

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The Singer

@cotrk-events

They first met at a karaoke bar. Grizelda had gone there to drown her sorrows after Monty’s untimely death, and she saw her—Treasure—singing her heart out to Mamma Mia. The woman looked a bit younger than her, was a bit chubby and her brown hair was messy and tangled. She didn’t really look that attractive, but Grizelda found herself entranced by the way she held herself as she sang, as if she didn’t have a care in the world and didn’t care what other people thought of her.

Grizelda didn’t consider herself a singer or a performer—she’d been placed in Art at Bloor’s Academy—and so she just sat and watched, entranced.

After ten or so minutes, the woman finished her singing and walked over to Grizelda.

“Hello,” the woman said, smiling. She had a kind smile, Grizelda thought. “I saw you looking at me while I was singing.”

“You sing well,” Grizelda said stiffly. “I am not a singer and I don’t usually enjoy music, but I enjoyed listening to you.”

The woman beamed. “Thank you, my dear! It’s lovely to hear you say that. I’m not a professional but I like singing, so I try to do it when I can.” Then she added, “My name’s Treasure.”

“Grizelda.”

“That’s a nice name,” Treasure said. “I had an aunt named Grizelda.”

“That’s… nice,” Grizelda said, unsure how else to response. She wasn’t a talkative sort of person—in fact, she usually preferred to listen to other people talk.

“I’m passing through on my way to Paris, to see a friend,” Treasure said cheerfully. “She’s a musician.”

“Oh.” Why was Treasure telling her this? “I’m trying to forget about something too,” Grizelda admitted. Treacherous tears filled her eyes as she thought about Monty.

Treasure looked at her with sympathy and concern, though she surely couldn’t understand what Grizelda was going through. Still, it felt comforting to Grizelda.

“My husband, Monty, has died in a plane crash,” Grizelda explained. “I just received news about it yesterday.”

“Oh, you poor thing!” Treasure said sympathetically. “I know how that feels. I had a fiancée who drowned. It was some years ago now, but it still hurts, especially around the anniversary of his death.”

“It does hurt so much right now,” Grizelda admitted. “I don’t know what I’ll do without him. Does it ever get better?”

Treasure appeared to think about it for a long moment, then shook her head. “Not really, no. But we get better at getting on with things and enjoying life.”

Life. Grizelda sniffed.

“You look like you still need some cheering up,” Treasure said. “How about you come back to my place for a while? We can get to know each other better there.”

Grizelda sighed. It sounded like a wonderful idea, but there was Lyell to think of. “No, I can’t. I must get back to my son. I left him with my sisters for a few hours so that I could have some time to myself, but if I leave him alone with them for too long who knows what they’ll do? They’re terribly irresponsible sometimes.”

“Hmm.” Treasure thought for a moment, then her eyes brightened. “Oh, I know! You can bring him too! We don’t have to do anything… you know. We can just talk over a glass of wine or whisky and get to know each other. You seem like a very interesting lady.”

Interesting lady? Grizelda raised her eyebrows. No one in her life had ever described her in that way, and she certainly didn’t think she was interesting at all. After all, she had no endowment to speak of. Still, it pleased her that Treasure thought she was interesting enough to want to get to know.

“Very well,” she agreed. “I will pick up my son and will meet you outside the bar.”

“Wonderful!” Treasure beamed and Grizelda suddenly felt like her world was tilting around its axis.

As agreed, they met up outside the bar, and Treasure led Grizelda (who now had her son in her arms) to the room in the inn she was staying at.

Treasure cooed over the baby. “Ooh, he’s so cute! What’s his name?”

“Lyell,’ Grizelda smiled proudly. “Monty named him. I wanted to call him after my great grandfather, but Monty was so set on giving him his mother’s name that I didn’t have the heart to argue with him.”

“Well, it suits him.” Treasure gazed at the little infant with his dark fuzz of hair. A soft smile came onto her face. “Can I hold him?”

Grizelda shrugged. Even though she hadn’t know Treasure for very long, there probably wasn’t much risk in agreeing to her request. The woman looked harmless. “Very well,” she said, and held her son out so that Treasure could take him. Treasure smiled, and Grizelda felt her own heart flutter.

When little Lyell was secured on Treasure’s lap, Treasure admitted, “I’ve always wanted children of my own, but I don’t think I’ll ever have the chance now. You recall I told you about how my fiancée died?”

Grizelda nodded.

“Well, he was murdered. Drowned by a man named Lord Grimwald. Grimwald wanted to take me and my sister as brides, but we refused. So he drowned our family and sweethearts in revenge. My sister and I went into hiding after that, because we knew he’d come after us as well. I’ve been by myself ever since.”

Despite not being a very empathetic woman, Grizelda found herself feeling sorry for Treasure. Her life sounded very sad and lonely.

“But enough about that,” Treasure said. “Tell me about yourself, Grizelda.”

And so Grizelda did. Over glasses of wine, Grizelda told Treasure about her childhood, how she met Monty and fell in love, being a mother to little Lyell, and Monty’s death. She didn’t mean to say quite so much, but the wine made her more relaxed, uninhibited and animated than she otherwise would have been. Treasure listened, smiling encouragingly with a sympathetic look in her eyes.

“I envy you a bit,” Treasure sighed, when Grizelda had finished speaking. “You may have lost your husband, but you still have a family, and you have a son. While I am alone.”

Grizelda snorted. “Surely being alone is not so bad, if you ignore that you’re running away from an awful man. You can do what you want. I however always must think of the expectations and wishes of my family, and I must also spend all my energy looking after Lyell. I will never regret giving birth to Lyell, but I do sometimes wish I was free to do whatever I want.”

“Hmm.” Treasure took a sip from her glass of wine. “Yes, you’re right, I don’t have anything holding me down like you do. But I can’t see my sister, or marry and have children, because of that wretched Grimwald. He would only use those things against me, and I couldn’t take losing any more loved ones.”

Grizelda noticed that tears had filled Treasure’s eyes. Grizelda’s heart pricked, despite herself. “I’m sorry,” she said impulsively. “I do not mean to be insensitive. My life is very different from yours, and I’ve never experienced what you have.”

Treasure sighed. “No hard feelings here. But this is making me maudlin. Let’s change the topic, shall we?”

And so they continued to converse until well into the night. By the time Grizelda got up to leave, she felt like she knew a lot more about Treasure than when she’d first met her at the bar. And Treasure knew just as much about her. Strangely enough, Grizelda did not mind a bit. It somehow felt right.

Treasure handed Lyell back to her and walked with her to the inn’s entrance. Though neither of them spoke it aloud, they both knew that they had made a special connection tonight that they might never have again. It made Grizelda feel slightly regretful and maudlin.

“Your son is beautiful,” Treasure said. “Treasure him.”

She then kissed Grizelda sweetly on the lips. It startled Grizelda, but also filled her with feelings she couldn’t explain. Grizelda returned the kiss just as sweetly, and the two woman shared a beautiful moment together. Then they broke apart and looked at each other.

“Goodbye, my dear,” Treasure said, smiling sadly. “I hope we meet again someday.” And before Grizelda had a chance to say anything, she was gone, walking away back toward her inn room. Grizelda watched her go for a few long minutes, her heart aching more than she’d expected it to.

Then Grizelda sighed and shook her head to bring herself back to reality. She needed to get back to her own place, to her family and the expectations and duties they laid on her. This time with Treasure had been wonderful, but it was over now and Grizelda just had to get on with things, just like Treasure had said. Never mind the ache of loss she felt in her heart. It would fade, with time, and she would have other things to occupy her.

So Grizelda Bone marched away from the inn and those wonderful, beautiful hours with Treasure, and toward reality and her future.

#cotrk #children of the red king #charlie bone #cotrk fanfiction #charlie bone fanfiction #my fanfiction #treasure #cook #grizelda bone #badfic bingo #bad shipping fic bingo #treasure x grizelda bone #treasure x grizelda

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