#other than that im cool with staying a mystery

[gg-is-a-loser]

one of these days i will make a real pinned post but today is not that day. however i do want to put my very simple tagging system

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gg is sad - don’t use this often but like. vent posts. or otherwise suffering. i try not to post this kind of thing a lot but yk

gg draws - my art

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oc: oc name - any post about a specific oc.

my toys - the silly oc posts. the text posts and the silly traced pinterest drawings

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mostly just for new people who turn up who might.? wanna search stuff ?? maybe ????

‼️i USED to do wof drawing requests but those WILL NOT open for the foreseeable future. i renamed the ask box but that does NOT mean i opened them‼️

[xianzhoualliance]

hummmm i looked around a bit and i guess it just depends on how u interpret their actions…?

[wheatstar]

why is shadow so hard to get through i want to be done with it so bad... really really not looking forward to thunder

[depresssant]

Shades of Cool

NEGLECTFUL!PLATONIC!YAN!batfam x GN!reader

synopsis : growing up with a shit mom and constant step-dads and mom's boyfriends, your view on life has grown pretty bleak. you just want to die, since it doesn't seem to get better than this. things can't get any worse, can they?

wsp guys. it's been pretty long, huh?... OK IM SORRY FOR NOT POSTING IT QUICKLY. here, damn 🙄. anyways, i hope yall enjoy n im glad u guys liked the first chapter. lets just hope this one lives up to yalls expectations 😭. follow me and repost this if u want a chapter three. also I NEED SOMEONE TO EDUCATE ME ABOUT SUNDAY FROM HSR BC I WANNA WRITE FICS ABOUT HIM SO BAD SO PLS SOMEONE EDUCATE ME N ALSO IF U KNOW LOVE AND DEEP SPACE??? PLS HIT ME UP AND EXPLAIN THIS LORE BC I WANNA WRITE YANDERE FICS FOR THEM SO BAD

“Why are balls called balls when testicles sounds hella fancier?”

At your friend’s bizarre question, the face of your other friend, Zarian, twinges in disgust. “Jayelene… why do you feel the need to put that out there?”

You huff in amusement, focusing on your pizza before what Jaylene says ruins your entire mood.

“I’m just saying! Testicles just seems more appropriate⏤the type of fancy shit drake and his family would say.”

Tim Drake Wayne…

Dinner with him and his freak-a-zoid family was like trying to make it past no-man’s land without any help to shield you from the straight up chilling vibes they gave off with their constant comments about bat facts. Bats. The atmosphere during the entire time you spent there was dreadful and quite literally heavy since Tim's youngest little brother wanted to sneak stares at you as if you wouldn’t notice his bug-looking eyes creeping into your soul.

Rich people really are weird, huh?

The Wayne family is nothing like how you expected them to be. They’re supposed to be cold, mysterious, and irresistibly enchanting, but all you’ve got are creepy vibes and a strong urge to stay away from them as much as possible. From the way Mr. Wayne made that weird comment about your father in the limo to how forcibly happy Richard or “Dick” was with you, you’ve come to an understanding that rich people are complete lunatics.

The Wayne family is full of a bunch of lunatics.

And you’re not afraid to voice that.

“There you go again,” Jaylene sighs when she notices the irritated expression on your face. “It’s never that serious, [Name]. You just hate everyone.”

“No, you don't get it! They were creepy as hell! Like… Like bats in dark caves coming at you all at once. They talk funny, they look funny⏤they act funny! What normal man name drops your mother’s name after knowing each other for about thirty minutes?”

Zarian huffs in amusement. “That’s the creepy part. How does Mr. Wayne know your name?”

“I dont know.” You run your fingers through your hair and lean back against the booth seat. “I don't want anything to do with them. Billionaire or not, how the hell does he know my mother’s name.”

It was perhaps towards the end of your stay at the Wayne’s manor for dinner, and you knew you had to go home, so you had largely hinted at leaving to Drake. Everything had gotten wrapped up, but when you were just about to leave, Mr. Wayne had told you, “make sure to tell [M/n] I said hi.”

You could only stare at him in shock as your body carried along, because how does a man as famous and wealthy as bruce wayne know your mother⏤your mother? He’s the chief executive officer of Wayne Enterprises yet mentions your mother?

That moment alone is enough to wave every red flag in your brain that screams at you, telling you something is up with these shady people. The only question is what? What can a billionaire possibly want from you? Out of everything the world has to offer, the most influential billionaire in America wants to target some meager high school kid?

What do these people want from you? Is it a rich people thing to play around with those below you? Well, you guess it probably is. Like, is Mr. Wayne gonna pop out with his soulless eyes and say, ‘you’re my long lost child?’ or something?

You still don’t know why you’re being a goat stuffed before slaughtering. These people want something from you, but you? You’ve got nothing to offer that they could want. Why the hell do they even bother? If there's one thing you really hate, it’s being left in the dark like this. Not knowing is terrifying. It's dangerous. Not knowing means not being prepared, and if you’re not prepared, you won’t make it out. Damn it, you should’ve booked it the moment Mr. Wayne mentioned your father in the limo. Movies and shows always display rich people as eccentric and psychopathic weirdos, and now you’re finally believing it.

Damn it.

You’re in danger. Okay.

Maybe that’s an exaggeration. But maybe it’s not.

You’ve watched enough true crime and have enough intuition and trust in your gut to know when something is wrong.

It’s not adding up.

You’re not dumb. You see all the warnings there, but what if you're exaggerating. What if this is just the nature of the Waynes, and you think you’re special enough to be noticed by them? Mr. Wayne is a damn billionaire! He’s got the money to do whatever he wants, so it’s only natural for him to do a background check on everybody that interacts with his sons, right?

It’s all in your head… It’s all in your head.

Sighing, you stare at the plate of food in front of you, appetite long gone. Still, you grab a fork and continue to eat as Zarian and Jaylene scream back and forth next to you. Drake, who had accompanied the three of you to the diner after practice, has left, thankfully. He left as soon as his food arrived while talking about some family emergency, and honestly, you’re pretty damn grateful for that.

Ever since dinner at his house, he’s surrounded you like a pillow smothering you, and you can’t do anything about it. He’s a billionaire’s son, for fuck’s sake.

It doesn’t take long for you and your friends to finish up, and you all part ways at the door of the diner before you clutch the straps of your backpack and walk around the city endlessly. This is a habit for you now⏤a way to put off going home as much as possible ever since you found out your mother’s boyfriend doesn’t come home until one or two in the morning.

That balding, ugly, sleazy piece of shit.

He’s as gross as every other man your mother’s brought home under the terribly veiled illusion that he’ll provide her a good life and treat her right. No matter how many times you try to tell that blind bitc… No. It's wrong. It’s not your mother’s fault.

But it sometimes feels like that, though.

Most mother’s destroy their own lives for their children, yet yours cannot even think about leaving the man that beats her child on a daily. Those types of mothers leave their spouses the second they see something wrong, while your mother treats those finger-print bruises around your neck like a necklace instead of abuse.

You’ve given up on her. You gave up on her back when you were eleven years old locked in a room with her boyfriend, and she didn’t listen. Or when you were twelve. Or thirteen. Or fourteen. Or fifteen. Or sixteen. Or seventeen. And now eighteen.

And each day feels like a repetition of the same. Wake up, go to school, practice, walk around, go home, get beat, and sleep like none of it all happens. It’s a routine you despise with every fiber of your being⏤makes you wanna jump over Gotham City Bridge before thinking about returning home because who would want to? Who wants this average life?

A life where you’re not happy enough, not sad enough. Not good enough, not bad enough. Not energized enough, not tired enough. You feel like a survivor of a plane crash floating on a raft at the center of the endless ocean with no way out. Everything just seems so vast, wide, and unreachable. How can you find the shore on a simple raft? How can you find a way out of inescapable misery if it’s not by drowning?

You’ve been waiting to find the shore, but it’s been a whole eighteen years since you’ve found yourself floating along the ocean.

That whole “it’ll get better” shit is a tragic lie.

Whatever.

It doesn’t matter⏤not anymore, at least. You’re going to get far away from this place and never look back. Never have to relieve this wretched city. Never have to be confined by chains again. You’ve only a few months left before you’re free.

Until then, you’ll have to be patient and go home because the sun has fully disappeared.

Nothing but satellites twinkle in the disgustingly polluted sky of Gotham City, and the streets have come to a staggering halt as you stroll about the sidewalks, trying to find the longest path to get home. One in the morning is always the perfect time in Gotham because it’s too late and too early to be outside, so it’s generally safe for a walk.

Of course, the universe likes to prove you wrong at every point.

The sound of a thud followed by a pained groan behind you has your legs locked and ready to run with your brain screaming alerts, but you take a deep breath and turn around. How bad can it get, anyways? The sight before you surprised you nonetheless. It’s… Nightwing, a Bludhaven hero, here in Gotham, just randomly popping up behind you?

With clear bleeding cuts and sprouting bruises across his body.

In the random alley you just happen to be in?

No. You’re looking into it too much.

His eyes lock onto and they make you freeze right then and there like he’s cast some spell upon you. But that’s for a cold, brief second before you’re hooking your thumbs under the straps of your backpacks and turning around hot on your heels, refusing to spare him a single second. 

You even hear him murmur a strained, “wait,” but you don't care. 

It’s rude, mean, cruel, and it’s also none of your business. All you simply do is walk ahead to your approaching doom with an pit of unease and bitter understanding of your helplessness in your stomach. You can already feel the soon-to-be new bruises blooming along your back.

You’re not a good person.

But, really, who is?

Smoking really does skill.

But now you know why people do it.

Each drag is more out of necessity than it is a choice ever since you’ve met your friend’s plug at the dumb age of sixteen, but it's a way to dull the harsh truth of reality. The world just fades into nothing but muted and mixed colors like the loud city underneath your balcony it blurs into a faint hum the longer you stare at the spiral puffs of smoke that disappear into the air. 

Everything’s bitter⏤the joint and you.

Really bitter at the blood semi-dried on your face and the dull ache along your back.

You’ve got about an hour and a half until you have to head out to school, so what other way is there to spend it than smoking away your brain? The joint’s a temporary escape, but it helps you stall whatever new feeling of despair you’ll feel for the day. Until you’re interrupted by your phone buzzing⏤the sound still a dull hum in your ears

“... Hello?”

“[Name]!”

Zarian’s voice?

“Where the hell are you? Hurry up and get to school or else you’re gonna get in trouble for not helping to set up the club fair, and coach will be on our ass! And don't forget to bring money for the tickets!”

Coach?... Club fair?... Club fair! Holy shit!

Your eyes shoot open, and you frantically scramble up, tossing the joint over the balcony railing before hectically staggering through the living room like a drunk man. Damn it, how could you be so clueless and forget such an important event? Especially one you need money for! Damn it⏤damnit! What do you do?

… Mom! She’s got a box of money somewhere in her closet, right? You’ve seen it before! It's just twenty dollars, and she wont notice. Okay… Okay. You’re quick to get ready. You wash away all the blood that’s dried on your face, brush your teeth, and change into baggy jeans and a clean shirt before storming into your mother’s bedroom and rummaging through her things. 

She’s off at work. Her bastard boyfriend doesn't come home until late at night, which means he’s probably already taken money for the day. Okay. That's fine. They won't notice.

But you can't find anything! What the hell? Where is that fucking box? You could’ve sworn it was there on the top shelf last night, but as you swipe your hands across everything on the shelf, you can’t find it. All of a sudden, something made of wood hits the top of your head and falls to the ground with a crack. You hiss, palm moving to cover where you got hit, but your eyes land on the box that now has money strewn all across the floor and a broken… false bottom?

What the fuck.

You pull away at the rest of the false bottom to only be met with countless photos of you as a child with your mother. Mom’s shit boyfriend had all the family photos taken down for some weird reason, so they’ve been here this entire time? All of these photos are full of you throughout every stage of your life, but some have different people in them as well. Their faces are either scratched out or they’re ripped out of the photo entirely.

From what you can gather, the figures are a man and what seems to be a teenage boy. The absurdity and even slight creepiness of the scratched out faces has you laughing, yet even with your now dulled senses, your eyes land on a photo you failed to notice earlier. Maybe you’re hallucinating. There must be something wrong with your brain. Or your eyes. The universe must be playing with you because is that a photo of you and a teenage-looking dick grayson?

Your eyes widen because it looks just like the strange man you had the unfortunate opportunity of having a conversation with during dinner with the Waynes. It’s him! More importantly, why the hell is he holding a ‘three year old’ you’s hand? You probably should be screaming. Yelling. Maybe panicking? But all you can do is shuffle through the rest of the box before your fingers graze against something metal that has your heart jumping.

It’s a small camera.

With a bat engraved on its side.

Ears ringing so loudly in your head you can't even think, you wipe your teary and red eyes hastily before grabbing a twenty dollar bill, putting everything except for the photo and camera in the box, set it back on the closet shelf, and hastily grab your backpack before making way to school.

The second you reach the damned place, you seek out your now three friends and drop into a seat with a heavy thud, sighing and meeting Tim's eyes with a burning gaze.

“You mean to tell me [Name] found the camera? And you decided to tell me after school?”

Time Drake Wayne sighs and runs his fingers through his black hair, shrugging apathetically while scrolling through every photo in his phone that he’s taken of you during the club fair. His brother, Richard, is pacing throughout his room anxiously as he rambles off about their latest fuckup. 

“Look, Bruce doesn't let any slip ups happen,” Tim murmurs in exasperation. “He wouldn't let this happen because [Name]’s mom and him talked this morning. Relax, he probably knows.”

It's not a lot, but it’s enough to calm Richard down. The man takes a deep breath but finds himself sitting down next to Tim, trying to get a good look at the pictures. “How mad was [Name]?”

“High, for starters, but clearly pissed off. Very observant, too.”

“Don’t tell anyone else. Not until Bruce gives us the okay.”

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[tired-truffle]

Even the Gods Cry For Us

A Viktorxfem!reader fic

Chapter Word Count: 4.2k

Part 2/17

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“You poor thing. Sweet, mourning lamb. There's nothing you can do. It's already been done.” - Ethel Cain

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Nothing killed the mood like the growling of one’s stomach. When was the last time you ate? Yesterday morning? No, you hadn’t been able to stomach anything after Sky’s…had she died only two days ago? And her spirit, once trapped in the Hexcore, had you truly managed to free her? Your magic was greedy, it stood to reason it wouldn’t want to let her go - but you hadn’t the faintest idea how you could figure that out.

The cupboards were bare, not a single crumb or drop of water left in the house, and you had quickly run into a dilemma; Viktor wanted to venture out to find food, and more importantly water, but your body was weak and uncooperative. Your legs gave out as you tried to descend the stairs, landing on your backside as you slid the rest of the way down. Mortified, you’d tried to stand again, only for your knees to buckle and send you back to the floor. Viktor had fretted over you, descending the stairs behind you at an alarming rate, and you were sure that he would follow your path. But his new body was improved in coordination and stronger than yours. Once he’d ensured you were alright, your magic already at work to numb any pain, it became clear that neither of you felt comfortable leaving the other alone. But the dry, sandpaper-like feeling in your throat reminded you that water was essential for survival. Damn it.

“It’s too dangerous for you to go out there alone,” you insisted as he helped you sit up, his arm under your shoulder. “We don’t know enough about what I did to you, what if you get stuck out there? I won’t know where you are.”

“I’m aware of my capabilities, Milá. I will be back before you know it.” 

“You don’t know that,” you pressed, your voice hoarse from dehydration, “we’ve seen how unpredictable my magic is. It’s too much of a risk.” 

Viktor sighed, his metallic fingers gently squeezing your shoulder. "Milá, we don't have much choice. We can't both go in your condition, and we can't both stay here and wither away."

You knew he was right, but fear clouded your judgment. The memory of Sky's fate was still raw, a festering wound. Not to mention you’d almost lost Viktor as well.

"There has to be another way," you insisted, your voice rising. "We just need to think—"

In your agitation, you waved your hand and as you did, a shimmering distortion appeared in the air before you, coalescing into a large pitcher filled to the brim with clear, cool water. It hung there momentarily, suspended by some unseen force, before gently settling onto the floor between you and Viktor.

You both stared at it, mouths agape, minds struggling to process. The pitcher sat there, a perfect image of innocence and purity against the backdrop of dusk and muck. It was almost surreal, as if it had been plucked from the lab and dropped into this unexpected setting.

“Did I do that?” You inched towards the pitcher, suspicion wrinkling the skin around your eyes. 

“It wasn’t me,” Viktor offered unhelpfully, and you shot him an unimpressed glare.

With a hesitant and careful movement, you reached out to touch the pitcher, quickly retracting your hand as though it might bite when you hit the smooth surface.

Viktor’s eyes were full of sparkling curiosity as he observed the mysterious object. “There is only one way to ensure its safety.”

“Which is?” You’d barely gotten your question out before Viktor had snatched up the pitcher and brought it to his mouth. His throat bobbed as he swallowed down a generous amount of the clear liquid.

“Viktor!” you shouted, panic crashing through you and the web of your magic pulsing its concern - a few squeals had you glancing around for those damned sparks, but they remained elusive.

He chuckled, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand to clear away any lingering droplets. “Human experimentation may be frowned upon, but it’s an exceptionally accurate test,” he remarked. “That and I was very thirsty.” 

“That’s not funny,” you hissed, snatching the pitcher from his hands and holding it close to your chest, your bottom lip jutted out in a childish pout. 

“It’s a little bit funny.” The corners of his mouth curved upward into a sly grin, causing a flicker of irritation to flare up within you.

“What if it’s poison? Just cause it looks like water doesn’t mean it is.” You sniffed the pitcher, the smell of the porcelain the only scent you caught. 

“Given that I’m still breathing, it’s safe to say that it’s at least not a fast-acting poison. I also trust you not to summon a jar of poison.” He gestured towards the pitcher. “You should drink, Milá. It is important for your recovery that you remain hydrated.” 

You were well aware of that, given how many times you’d burned yourself. And you were incredibly thirsty, your lips dry and cracking, your tongue feeling like it was made out of sand.

With a quick glance at Viktor, and then back to the pitcher, you lifted it to your lips and let the cool liquid flow down your throat. The refreshing taste brought relief to your parched mouth, and even if it turned out to be poison, you didn't care anymore.

When you finally lowered the pitcher, gasping for air, you noticed a secretive smile playing on Viktor’s lips.

"What?" you asked, copying his motion from earlier and wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.

"Nothing," he replied, reaching for the pitcher. "I'm just glad to see you looking more…alive."

You rolled your eyes, though that didn’t stop the affection that spread through your chest. As Viktor took his turn drinking, you felt a sudden pang in your stomach. Right, you were also starving. Water alone wouldn't sustain you for long.

Your stomach growled loudly, causing Viktor to pause mid-sip and raise an eyebrow. "I suppose water isn't quite enough, is it?"

Embarrassed, you shook your head. But you had an idea; if you could summon water, why wouldn’t you be able to do the same with food? Focusing on the space in front of you, you willed a plate of food to appear just as the pitcher had. You pictured a steaming bowl of stew, some crackers, and maybe even a slice of pie for dessert. Your brow furrowed with concentration, but nothing materialized.

"It's not working," you grumbled, your fists clenching - and swiftly unclenching when a spasm of pain made it through your numbing barrier and up your arm. 

Viktor set down the pitcher and scooted closer to you. "Perhaps we're approaching this the wrong way," he mused, his analytical mind already at work. "What were you thinking about when you conjured the water?"

You thought back to that moment, trying to recall your exact state of mind. "I was…scared. Worried about you going out alone. And I wanted there to be another way."

Viktor nodded, his expression thoughtful. "And now?"

"Now I'm just hungry. And annoyed that it's not working."

Viktor chuckled, soft and patient. "Ah, there's our problem. Your magic responds to emotion, not just need. When you summoned the water, you were feeling protective, weren't you? You wanted to keep me safe."

You nodded slowly, beginning to see where he was going with this.

"So," Viktor continued, taking your hand in his, "let's try focusing on positive feelings. Think about how good it will feel to eat, how it will help us both recover."

You closed your eyes, letting Viktor's words wash over you. You thought about shared meals in the lab, and late-night snacks as you pestered him with questions that he never seemed to mind, the simple joy of eating with someone you cared about. As you concentrated on those memories, you felt a tingling sensation in your fingertips.

"Milá," Viktor's voice was soft and you leaned towards him instinctively. "Open your eyes."

You did, and there before you was a small feast: a tureen of fragrant soup, a loaf of crusty bread, and even a modest chocolate cake. Not exactly what you’d had in mind, but wonderful nonetheless. The sight and smell permeated the mildew of the old house, making it feel a little more alive and welcoming.

"It worked!" you exclaimed, reaching out to touch the bread, just to make sure it was real. The crust crackled under your fingers, still warm as if fresh from the oven.

"Remarkable." Viktor leaned in to examine the food more closely. "Your powers continue to astound me."

You couldn't help but beam at his praise, a warm flush creeping up your neck. But the growling of your stomach quickly reminded you of more pressing matters.

"We can study it later," you said, already tearing off a chunk of bread. "Right now, I'm starving."

Viktor helped himself to some soup, and you found yourself momentarily distracted by the way his thick eyebrows furrowed slightly as he blew on the broth to cool it down. But your hunger would not be ignored for long, and you were quickly brought back to the task at hand.

You ate in comfortable silence, at the bottom of the steps, not bothering to move to a more suitable location - there really wasn’t anywhere else anyway. As the food hit your stomach, you found your sour mood vanishing beneath the warmth that rose at the sight of Viktor, alive and sort of well, eating with you on the floor of his childhood home. 

“I can’t believe you've been calling me Darling all these years and I never even knew.” You broke the quiet as you polished off the last bites of your meal, lightly nudging his foot with yours. “Who even does that?”

He smiled wide and brimming with affection, and you thought you may swoon from the sweetness of it all. “A besotted fool.”

A rosy blush spread across your cheeks and over the tips of your ears.

“Though, I must admit that I got a little flustered and used the wrong conjugation,” he said with a sheepish grin, a light red tinge running up his neck. “It should be miláčku, if I am using it to address you. Miláček would be used when talking about someone.”

“Oh,” you thought on it for a moment. “Well, that’s not too bad.”

He cleared his throat, finding a keen interest in the corner of the ceiling. “It is also, ah, a male term of endearment.”

You stared at Viktor blankly for a moment. Then, like a dam bursting, laughter erupted from deep within your chest. It started as a giggle, then grew into a full-bodied guffaw that shook your entire frame. Tears sprang to your eyes as you gasped for air between peals of laughter.

The absurdity of it all hit you in waves. Here you were, sitting on the dusty stairs of a dilapidated house, having just conjured a meal out of thin air, learning that the man you'd been pining after for years had been calling you by a male pet name this entire time. The juxtaposition of the profound and the ridiculous was too much to bear.

You clutched your sides, your ribs aching. You tried to speak, to say something witty or clever, but every time you opened your mouth, another bout of giggles overtook you.

Viktor's face flushed an even deeper shade of red. "I panicked," he admitted, running a hand through his dark hair. "But it could have been worse; my mother called broučku."

Wiping the tears from your eyes, you managed to collect yourself enough to ask, “What does that mean?”

He grinned, finally meeting your gaze. “Little beetle.”

You gasped, your eyes widening with delight. "Little beetle? That's adorable!" A matching grin spread across your face, imagining a tiny Viktor scampering about. "Oh, I can just picture your mom scooping you up and calling you her little broučku!"

Viktor's brow furrowed, his lips pursed in a mock pout. "I'm not a teeny insect, thank you very much. I'm a respected scientist and inventor."

You giggled at his indignation. "Even if you were the world's smallest bug, I'd still love you," you declared. "I'd build you a terrarium and everything. It would have little beakers and test tubes, maybe a tiny chalkboard for your calculations."

"Well, I suppose that wouldn't be so bad," he conceded, his metallic fingers drumming a gentle rhythm on his leg. "Though I must insist on proper ventilation.”

“Only the best for you, my little bug,” you crooned with saccharine sweetness.

Viktor's lips quirked into a smirk. "I’m shocked to find out that you could hold such feelings for an insect. I better not see you cavorting around with any of the spiders in this house. Some have particularly large backsides that I cannot compete with."

The mental image his words conjured was too much. You dissolved into another fit of giggles, imagining Viktor sizing himself up against a portly arachnid.

"I don't know," you managed between gasps, wiping tears from your eyes. "Those spiders are pretty tempting. All those legs, you know? Very sexy."

Viktor's eyebrows shot up, a look of mock horror crossing his face. "Milá! How could you? Here I thought we had something special, and you're off fantasizing about eight-legged womanizers."

You leaned in close, your nose nearly brushing his. "What can I say? I like my men with an exoskeleton."

Viktor's laugh was rich and warm and you revelled in it. But as it subsided, a comfortable silence settled over you both. The mirth lingered in your eyes, softening into something warmer, more tender. You found yourself studying Viktor's face, tracing the lines of his jaw, noting how the fading light caught in his amber eyes.

“You can call me Miláček or miláčku,” you said. “I like both, even if they’re technically meant for men. It’s just my name, regardless of its meaning. I don’t think anything else would fit at this point.”

"I'm glad," he said, barely above a whisper. "Though I think I prefer miláčku. It suits you better."

His metallic hand reached out, hesitant at first, then gently tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear. The cool touch sent chills down your neck, but it wasn't unpleasant. If anything, it heightened your awareness of how close you were sitting, your knees almost touching.

“It seems silly now,” you leaned into his touch, “to let it go unsaid for so long.” 

His smile softened, and you scooted closer, knees knocking together, needing to be near him. “I didn’t want to burden you with my impending death more than I already had.”

You wrapped your arm around his waist, leaning into his side. “You have never been a burden, Viktor.”

“Still,” he doubled down, “it didn’t seem fair of me to confess my feelings. I worried I’d only hurt you more in the end. You deserve to live a long and happy life with whomever you choose.” 

You paused, the slight crease of a frown tugging at your lips as you tilted your head upward. Your eyes followed his gaze towards the door, noticing the tension in his jaw as he deliberately avoided looking directly at you. “Do you blame yourself for this?” 

He pursed his thin lips, sighing as he looked towards his feet. “You were hurt during the explosion at the council that I attended, and then, to save me from my body’s failings, you endangered yourself, used the Hexcore and almost—“ he cut himself off, clamping his mouth shut. “Now, you’re stuck in the abandoned slums of the Undercity because I brought you here. I fail to see how that is not my fault.” 

With a flicker of playful familiarity, you mimicked a move he had frequently used on you. Gently, your fingers grasped his chin and turned his face to meet yours, a slight dip of your head allowing your eyes to meet his downcast gaze. You smiled almost shyly as you brushed your thumb across his bottom lip, feeling the cracked texture beneath your touch. “It was my decision to save you and the rest of the council from the explosion, just as it was my decision to absorb the Hexcore to save you. And it is still my decision to be here with you. I don’t care where we are, as long as we are together. Don’t think for one moment that I regret getting more time with you. Besides, it’s not like either of us could go back to Piltover looking like this.” 

His lips parted, staring at you as though you hung the sun and the moon and scattered the stars across the night sky. “I appreciate you attempting to absolve me of my guilt, but I had a part to play in all this too.” 

He held your right hand in his, palm up as he traced the now healed - thanks to the Shimmer - burn scarring your skin. It had been the consequences of the first time you’d tried to heal Viktor with the Hexcore.

“Maybe,” you said nonchalantly, “but I don’t blame you for it.” 

“No, you blame yourself, which I would argue is not an improvement.”

“Then we will both have to work on absolving ourselves of guilt. It happened, and there’s nothing we can do to change that.” Easier said than done, but it was a start, if nothing else. “All we can do now is move forward and try to do our best.” 

“Wise words from a woman who only moments ago was pouting over potentially poisoned water,” he teased, brushing his nose against yours. 

You narrowed your eyes. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten that little stunt. You owe me for the mini heart attack you gave me.”

Viktor grinned, promise glinting in his amber-hued gaze. “I’m sure I can figure out some way to make it up to you.”

Your heart fluttered at Viktor's suggestive tone, but exhaustion quickly dampened any amorous intentions. You settled for nestling closer, breathing in his familiar scent as your eyelids grew heavy.

The days that followed blended together in a haze of rest and recovery. You found yourself able to conjure food and water with increasing ease, though you couldn’t figure out how to choose what you got. One morning, you woke to find a steaming plate of eggs benedict waiting for you, complete with a delicate sprig of parsley on top.

You and Viktor fell into a comfortable routine. During the day, you’d talk softly about everything and nothing, exchanging tender kisses that left you breathless. At night, you curled up together on the hard floor, but you didn’t mind it so much as long as you weren’t alone.

Your strength returned gradually as you recovered, and you found yourself able to make the trip up and down the stairs. You were thankful that the bathroom was on the second floor, though it wasn’t ideal. The plumbing was no longer functional, but you’d made do with a bucket and tried not to dwell on the less-than-ideal situation.

The hallucinations persisted, though none quite as terrifying as that first night. Occasionally, you'd see Sky's ghost watching you from the corner of the room, hear Jayce’s laughter or whispers from the Hexcore. But they were fleeting, like echoes of a fading dream.

Your magic continued its mischievous streak. One afternoon, you sneezed and accidentally turned all the dust particles in the air into tiny butterflies. Another time, you laughed so hard at one of Viktor's dry jokes that you cracked the bedroom door.

But as you grew stronger, Viktor declined. His movements became slower, more laboured. Dark circles deepened under his eyes, and his skin took on a sickly pallor. You caught him wincing when he thought you weren't looking, his hand pressed against his chest as if to hold something in.

He tried to hide it, of course, brushing off your concerns with a smile and a quip. But you knew him too well to be fooled.

“Viktor,” you said one night as you lay together on the hard ground, your magic refusing to conjure up anything but food and water - incredibly frustrating when what you really wanted was a simple tube of lip balm. “Do you feel it?”

“Feel what, exactly?” The words fell from his mouth with a practiced ease, but you weren't fooled by the casualness in his tone. He knew exactly what you were talking about.

You raised your hand off his chest, letting your magic poke and prod at the responding sparks that bounced off his metal skin. “The magic is fading, it’s not settling out. What I did was temporary, and the only way to do it again—“

“No,” he spoke over you, firm and tightening his grip around your waist. “I will not risk you like that.” 

“I will not let you die,” you countered. “Do you have an alternative?” 

His silence was answered enough. 

“Soraka said that if I pulled too much on the Hexcore her spell would unravel, but what if I only pull on it a little bit? I already fortified you, maybe it will only need some touch-ups.” 

He shook his head, and frustration rose like bile in your throat. “That is too dangerous. We don’t know the extent of the Hexcore’s influence; even a fraction of its power could be too great. And if it was fully unleashed, I fear the devastating effects it would have on you.” 

You flipped over, muscles tensing as you propped yourself up on an elbow and stared down at him with determined defiance. “And your death wouldn’t destroy me?”

He opened his mouth to argue, but you weren’t finished. “I will not lose you, and I know you want to live too.” 

“I don’t want you to get hurt on my behalf again.” He reached for your cheek, but you slapped his hand away, your lips pulled back and teeth barred in a feral snarl. 

“No,” you growled, your eyes alight with a fury that may not have been entirely your own. “You promised you wouldn’t leave me. You promised.” 

“Miláček—“

“You don’t get to call me that when you refuse to let me help, Viktor.” You pushed yourself up, your knees pressing into the floor. 

He propped himself up on his elbows, following you, eyes wide as he struggled to find the right words to say. “Please, lay back down, allow me to explain.”

“No!” you shouted, surprising even yourself. The word reverberated through the air like a thunderclap, a mix of anger and desperation making it sound distant and close all at once. The buzzing in your ears grew louder, drowning out any rational thoughts as a surge of rage pulsed through your body, pounding against your skull.

With a quick, fluid movement, you stood up from the ground, your hands balled into tight fists at your sides. In front of you, Viktor crouched low, his gaze level with yours. His hand extended towards you, palm open, as if trying to calm a wild creature. When had he gotten up?

And when had that scorch mark on the wall behind him gotten there? 

“Don’t leave me,” you pleaded, voice thick with tears and aching desperation. You felt like a child throwing a temper tantrum, unable to comprehend anything outside of the agony that swirled inside, left without a proper outlet to express it. “Please, I can’t go through that again.” 

“I know, lásko,” he soothed in a velvety whisper. His fingers gently wrapped around your wrist, pulling you closer to him as if wanting to protect you from the world. You followed, mesmerized by the rich timbre of his voice and the warmth of his touch.

“You wish to help, and I don’t want to deny you this, but as you worry for me, so do I for you.” 

That made sense, didn’t it? It was a fair assertion, one you could understand despite the buzzing in your mind. Sinking back to your knees, all but crumpling into Viktor’s embrace, you swallowed back the sob that threatened to escape, pushing it past the Hexcore’s presence that sat lodged in your throat. “I have to try.” 

“We may discuss this more in the morning, but I make no promises. You are too precious to me, miláčku, if we are to do this, it must be safe for you.” 

And you would make no promises either, for you could already feel your hold on the Hexcore had loosened ever so slightly - enough for its power to start leaking out of its cage, like wisps of smoke escaping through cracks in a jar.

“Okay,” you agreed for now, hazy even as you settled against him. “I’m sorry,” you added, “I didn’t mean to shout earlier, I was just suddenly…loud, like everything else in my head.”

He brushed a kiss against your forehead, soft and tender. The gentle pressure lingered, a wordless promise etched into your skin. You closed your eyes, savouring the sensation. His fingers threaded through your hair, cool against your scalp.

Viktor's lips moved against your skin, not quite forming words. You felt the working of his throat as if he was trying to speak but couldn't find the right thing to say. Instead, he poured all his unspoken feelings into that single, lingering kiss.

Next Chapter

A/N: Sooooo turns out I've been using the Czech term for darling wrong, and I thought I should probably fix that. Special thank you to @veru-boom for helping me write it properly!

Let me know what you think so far! How do you feel about losing your mind 😅

Its probably gonna be a few days before I am able to update again, but wanted to get a bit more out!

Little broǔcku Viktor ❤️

[hollowed-theory-hall]

What profession do you see Harry in? When I was younger I was adamant he would have been a professor. After reading the book again in my late 20’s I can’t see it anymore. I think he would have been a Auror because solving mysteries and catching felons would intrigue him more than dealing with a bunch of students grading papers. I think he would get bored and would resign after a year or two. I know people who love professor Harry love pointing out him teaching in Dumbledore’s Army and I think people forget he only had to do the practical part, not the theory aspect. I can’t image him reading multiple essays on the same topic. It would drive him bonkers. (Hermione would be in cloud 9 though). I love teaching my nephew and his friends how to play soccer, would I ever take it as a profession? Never. It’s a part time passion not a career. Im sure he made surprise visits to Hogwarts as a guest lecturer but that’s it. In an AU where Jily lived I could see Harry becoming a quidditch player or even taking a liking to potions because of his mom who didn’t put the bitter taste in his mouth like Snape. In canon the only two careers I could see holding his attention is curse breaker and being an Auror, purely because of the mystery of solving puzzles and being on his feet. The one thing I still agree with my younger self is Harry would have returned for his 8th year and so would have Ron. I think he needs a year to just be a kid who sneaks around the castle exploring different corridors to make out with Ginny. 

Well, I do like the idea of Harry returning to teach DADA at Hogwarts, as I mentioned here, here & here. Though, an anon did bring up a cool idea for Harry to be more of a private investigator than an auror for a few years before becoming a DADA professor. I just don't see Harry as someone who'd be good at receiving orders and working within the ministry. Like, with everything that happened with the ministry in the final 3 books, I find it kinda insane Harry chooses to work there after we spent 3+ books going over how corrupt and ineffectual they are and how much Harry dislikes it. It just feels iffy to me.

I think Harry would surprise you with his patience, honestly. I think he is very capable of reading dozens of essays about the same thing and grading them. Like, the fandom likes to forget it, but Harry read all his course books before first year:

Harry kept to his room, with his new owl for company. He had decided to call her Hedwig, a name he had found in A History of Magic. His school books were very interesting. He lay on his bed reading late into the night, Hedwig swooping in and out of the open window as she pleased. 

(PS)

He does do reading and research on his own and with Hermione when he needs/wants to:

There was much less laughter and a lot more hanging around in the library when Hermione was your best friend. Harry still hadn’t mastered Summoning Charms, he seemed to have developed something of a block about them, and Hermione insisted that learning the theory would help. They consequently spent a lot of time poring over books during their lunchtimes.

(GoF)

Harry was already hurrying up the spiral staircase to his dormitory. . . . He would grab the Invisibility Cloak and go back to the library, he’d stay there all night if he had to. ... “Lumos,” Harry whispered fifteen minutes later as he opened the library door. Wand tip alight, he crept along the bookshelves, pulling down more books — books of hexes and charms, books on merpeople and water monsters, books on famous witches and wizards, on magical inventions, on anything at all that might include one passing reference to underwater survival. He carried them over to a table, then set to work, searching them by the narrow beam of his wand, occasionally checking his watch. ...

(GoF)

Harry is so capable of sitting down and grading essays if he wants to. He's actually not averse to studying and reading at all, not on his own. He's just mirroring Ron and the other Gryffindor boys to fit in because it's what Harry does.

He'd be one of the teachers who give bonus points if a student writes something funny in their essay, I just know it.

Also, even for the DA, he actually made lesson plans:

Sirius and Lupin had given Harry a set of excellent books entitled Practical Defensive Magic and Its Use Against the Dark Arts, which had superb, moving color illustrations of all the counterjinxes and hexes it described. Harry flicked through the first volume eagerly; he could see it was going to be highly useful in his plans for the D.A.

Like, he read through Defence books and organized plans for spells to teach, in what order, and how to teach them. Harry spends a lot of time thinking about the DA in his head in OotP. About the successes of his students that he feels so proud of but also when he's gonna do the next meeting and what he'd teach.

90% of his DADA professors can't say the same.

Also, Harry actually kept track of the state of every student and applied the teaching method best for them and didn't pick favorites:

They all divided up obediently; Harry partnered Neville as usual. The room was soon full of intermittent cries of “Impedimenta!” People froze for a minute or so, during which their partners would stare aimlessly around the room watching other pairs at work, then would unfreeze and take their turn at the jinx. Neville had improved beyond all recognition. After a while, when Harry had unfrozen three times in a row, he had Neville join Ron and Hermione again so that he could walk around the room and watch the others. When he passed Cho she beamed at him; he resisted the temptation to walk past her several more times.

(OotP)

Like, the fact he wanted to pay more attention to Cho and then didn't because he knows that's not what he should do as a teacher is already better than a good chunk of Hogwarts professors (McGonagall, Snape, Dumbledore, and Slughorn all clearly have favorites).

Like, Harry is putting into the DA more effort than just showing them practically what they need to do. He spends all his lessons with Umbridge thinking about the DA. He reads and studies so he can teach them better. He put a lot of effort into it.

Not to mention Harry was dealing with the DA that included about 30 members compared to the average Hogwarts class, where a professor only needs to manage 20 students in the classroom.

As for 8th year. Yeah, I like to think he comes back. I think it'll be a good healing opportunity for him. Though, I personally do not envision him making out with Ginny since I don't like Hinny. But the idea is that the poor boy needs a break.

[crystallinekitties]

hello graha artists and scholars: graha's hair discussion! (lots of HC) (xivrefsheets for the pics <3)

i simply noticed his braid was thicker and longer in enw than the character creator hair he had in arr so i needed to discuss why in my brainscape.

the arr hair and the exarch hair are the same hair, but for whatever reason the exarch was given a different highlighting pattern than the CC hair, which would make you think the hair model itself would be different but it is not!

arr graha:

a note i didn't make on the image was the fact that because the arr braid is more one whole polygon, i'd say it is more akin to a fishtail braid. how he did a tight fishtail himself, good question, man's dedicated to making his hair much more complicated than it needs to be if his oh-so-cool warrior of light will see it. he makes it tight for bow/arrow retrieving practicality.

(and a personal hc is that he also goes for a braid instead of a ponytail because a braid can be a lot less tension on the scalp/ more evenly distributed tension, being a reliever for his chronic migraines) -- ((im sure i will eventually make a text post just going in depth about all three grahas' disabilities because i feel people see it obviously in the exarch but forget the invisible disabilities enw and arr graha have as well)

moving onto his bangs though, why keep them long if he's a bowman? he says he was bullied for his odd colored eyes, hence he covers the more jarring color with his bangs.

enw graha:

looking at the way his enw braid is sectioned off more and looser makes me think it's a standard three strand braid. it makes sense he's being a bit more practical, he doesn't have time to do a fancy braid but still wants to look nice. he doesn't need to worry about a bow and arrow anymore so he grows his hair out a bit more, likely puts it in a ponytail on lazier days.

he puts his hair into fancy little pins and pushes it from his eyes: this is more a character design choice to show he's opened up more since being a cloistered scholar. he looks wide awake! in universe though (hc) it was absolutely a tataru fashion choice that he adopted.

exarch graha:

now do i think the exarch is doing a fishtail braid in the morning? no not really. i don't think he honestly has the finger dexterity for it in his crystal hand. it's visually the same as the arr braid though, so what? fishtail on days lyna helps him cause he needs to look cute for his warrior -- twist or ponytail any other day. he doesn't need to worry about it being tight or short, i think he just leaves it short because it's easier to manage and stay under a hood.

why keep the bangs long if he's trying to keep his hair from coming out under the hood? that's a good ass hood tbh he's good at keeping it from peeking. but beyond that, i believe it's still his attempt to hide. he covers his eyes so if anyone peeks under the hood they see white hair first, not the blaring red eyes. he's supposed to be a warm and inviting (if not mysterious) figure to his people and to the scions. looking back at arr graha, he covers his red eye because it's jarring, so he continues to cover his eye even after losing the hood to maintain some of that warmness.

ok thanks that's all - add your own HCs i would love to hear them <33333

[wiitchkins]

Wait ok it seems like you're thinking about this a lot so who are all of your fields of mistria rival ships then???

haha thank you for asking you are correct i think about it SO much. this is a really long post so read more below:

a big part of all that thinking is i've been having a lot of trouble with them because I don't think theyre super clearly defined by the game (which is cool and good that they have a wider variety of complex relationships!). i think there are characters who are all like.. most obviously duos or kind of paralleling eachother, but i don't consider those The Ships/Pairs necessarily. (think that one fanart of them all paired up dancing and its like color coordinated)

Off the top of my head, these would be my rival "ships"-

My "Real" Ships..

Valen/Juniper (obviously i don't even need to explain this. these two require no other thought they're just like practically-almost canon.)

Eiland/Caldarus (well. yes. history nerd meet living history dragon)

Reina/Balor (new ship but i think there's something poetic about Balor after staying at her family inn and spending all this time casually together. i want the slowburn. it's very hallmark movie and ALSO both of them love honey apple curry. idk it just clicked for me recently. i think they'd have a lot to learn from eachother and could both travel the world and return to their home in mistria. i have a vision.)

March/Ryis (semi neutral about this but also they're ALWAYS hanging out together so MAYBE... im still searching for an "angle" into this other than i think it would be cute if they're both like quietly pining. its about yearning.)

HOWEVER this leaves me with-

Celine/???, Adeline/???, Hayden/??? which is difficult bc I don't see too much romantic chemistry between these three.... I COULD pair them off with other Non-romanceable characters, but I don't feel super strongly about them yet..

Some alternates I feel less strongly about but could see working would beeeeee-

Ryis/Celine -- (growing the mystery plant/growing the tree feel like parallels... somehow... city boy, country girl etc. i kinda wanna send them on a magical adventure for some reason.)

Reina/Celine -- (gal pals! you KNOW their parents have talked about the possibility…. but also for that same reason i'm a little averse to it tbh i'm not big into childhood friends -> lovers personallyyyy)

Ryis/Adeline -- (tbh this is a little ? but i think Adeline, long term, would appreciate a partner who lets her do her work, but would still be supportive and helpful, and be responsible enough that she CAN relax; they do a lot of public works projects together so I could imagine a lot of mutual respect & admiration & trust... It'd be cute for Adeline to bring him to like diplomat assignments in the city. they're both ordering $8 iced vanilla oat milk lattes from darcy's brick and mortar shop)

March/Reina -- (Quite literally no real reason other than i see them hanging out sometimes. i think this falls under the grumpy/bubbly archetypes but again like, i need more than that to really root for it.)

Balor/March -- (um borderline crackship i think they'd piss eachother off lol. i think they hooked up once and never talked about it again kind of vibes. red/blue coded)

Balor/Adeline -- (pink/blue, mayor/"soundrel", lawful/chaotic)

Hayden/Merri -- (I know I theorized about Olric before but I think Hayden makes similar comments about Merri & helps her set up her stall and I think they could be cute!)

Hayden/Landen -- (I know Landen isn't a romance candidate but the old man yaoi is calling me... & they have overlapping liked gifts like golden materials idkkkkkk i literally just had this thought so i'll keep an eye out for more evidence)

I know he's not in game yet so #spoilers but Stillwell/Celine -- (for the obvious dark mysterious/bright sunshiney dynamic. I think also it would bring out Celine's more esoteric plant interest haha)

ALSO not in the game yet so we don't know what she'll be like but miss mysterious mines bachelorette i think.. i want to pair with Adeline. but we'll see...

Adjacently related i do ship Terithia/Elsie but also I think all the old people in this town have History

[pumpkinsy0]

headcanons for what purly get up to in like casual day to day life? (they drive me crazy they’re like the rats in the walls of my brain)

reaaaaaallllll

•ok all bs aside, i think they do dumb things daily, but its on a scale, yknow??? the crazy things i say they do def do happen but not AS often as it seems!!!

•they like, never 100% know where the other is, they have an IDEA, but they just ask around till they find each other,,,like two rat lovers in a maze,,,the prize isnt the cheese,,,but its finding the other, THATS,,,the real exit,,

•id like to think that curly brings pony along to help him fuck w his #enemies!! DOES pony wanna b apart of the beef??? not not rlly, but as long as it doesnt involve straight up jumping them, pony’ll go, ponys loyal but not “im not gonna help u jump someone idk” kinda loyal

•on a similar note, dare i say sometimes curly also takes pony along to do some of tims work w him, they arent THAT dangerous otherwise tim wouldnt let curly do it, plus all pony rlly does is stay in the car, curly likes it that way bc 1) makes him look more cool and mysterious 2) keeps pony safe

•they argue all the time, its just not BAD arguments, i mean yea they tend to tell but thats bc they dont have inside voices. if ur hanging out w them, expect to b a thirdwheel until they ask u to pick a side

•a solid amount of ponys clothes is thrifted, when darry gives pony money to go and get clothes, curly tags along and treats it like theyre gonna go on a honeymoon, “u would look great in this😏😏”, and the shirt would break if pony even attempted to try it on, he needs the clothes to LAST

•shhhh dont tell anyone i told u but they try to sneak into bucks place sometimes shhhhhh, but it never works so they just hang out at an arcade, particularly the pinball machine

•if u r a store owner and these two walk in, do urself a favor and accept that today u lost more money than u gained, 60s version of bonnie and clyde over here

•loveee carving their initials anywhere they can, they claim their territory bc they think theyre sm better than all the other couples in tulsa (they r but whatever🙄)

•ponybknows curly doesnt have much food at home so when its ponys turn to cook at his place, he asks if curly wants to come over, and chances r curly will agree. not bc hes hungry, but bc he wants to see his MALEWIFE in action

•ok look if curlys hair is in braids or whatever, pony helps him take it out, this is a good and bad thing bc sometimes curlys hair tangles up either bc he didnt take proper care of his braids while it WAS in braids or bc pony somehow messed up while talking them out

•they talk about the future wayyyy more than ppl would think!! while curlys wayyy more of a “im in the present im gonna live it up” baby, he thinks about what he wants to do NOW in order to b tougher and fiercer in the future, and i dont need to talk about pony and the future now, BUT MY POINT IS, they have their down times where they share their hopes!!

[n3ssier]

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college au!armin arlert x fem!reader

armin arlert isn't necessarily the type to stay up late playing video games, having even taken a break to focus on his studies. this changes when his lifelong friends eren and mikasa finally get him back online when in need of a fifth player for their five stack, and he's met with a new addition to their gaming sessions, becoming infatuated with her after just one night.

part 6/? - masterlist - part 5 - part 7

authors note; this part was getting too long so the rest of the party, aka the more interesting part, will be part 7 😛 im sorry to keep you waiting guys, but this part is also pretty long so i hope that makes up for it

cw: alcohol, underage drinking, underage smoking, everyone is drunk

you shiver from the cold as you walk down the streets of the city in the cool spring air. you and connie were both blessed to live nearby campus, and only a 20 minute walk away from each others apartment complexes. the sun was setting and the heat wave you'd had over the past few days was coming to an end. with your purse over your shoulder and a carrier bag full of you and jean's alcohol in the opposite hand, you made your way to connie's place.

earlier, you had asked mikasa if she wanted to go with you, but found out she was hanging with eren earlier in the day, and they were going to grab armin on the way to connie's and go as a three. mikasa and eren's relationship was one that never failed to confuse you, they were both very obviously in love with each other, yet neither dared to make a move or make it official, instead just opting to be a situationship for what looks like will be the rest of time.

you approach connies apartment and enter, before heading into the elevator and pushing the button for the twelth floor. as the elevator begins to rise, you turn to look at yourself in the mirrors that line the walls, fixing your hair, making sure your makeup looked okay and making sure your necklaces were the right way around instead of the clip slipping round to the front. you were nervous, you hadn't been to a party in months and with the knowledge that armin, the mysterious boy you've only spoken to online would be there, you were desperate to look good and make a good impression.

you reach the twelth floor and exit the elevator, walking down the corridor to your friends apartment. you can already hear the muffled sound of people chatting over loud music spilling through the door. you raise a fist to the door and knock, after a few seconds it swings open and you're met with sasha. "y/n!! great to see you, come on in!" she greets you, one look at her tells you she's already drunk.

upon entering, you spot two tall figures stumbling towards you behind sasha, and as they grow closer you notice that they each have their arm around the shoulder of a smaller man in between them. as they stop in front of you, you look up to see eren and jean peering down at you with devious smirks on their faces, before jean begins "whats up y/n? you know, i forgot to bring that money i owe you for the beer, but what i can give you is this handsome, single man right here." he pats his hand on the shoulder of the man between them, and your eyes shift your focus towards him.

he's definitely shorter than the other two but he's still fairly tall, with short blonde hair scattering to just below his eyebrows, and through black rimmed glasses deep blue eyes peer into you as a noticeable blush is creeping onto his cheeks. eren then says "you know armin, right?"and you give a timid nod before he continues, turning to the blonde. "armin, you know y/n? this is her." your eye's return to who you now know is armin, and he blurts out "uhm- it's nice to meet you!" but as you open your mouth to return the greeting, you're cut off by mikasa approaching as she calls "eren, jean, stop being weird! you've only been here thirty minutes." the two men's smug grins fall as they turn around to see her with a grossed-out look on her face, before freeing armin and snickering to themselves as they leave the two of you standing there. as you once again take a breath to speak, he shoots you an apologetic smile before turning and running off to join the others.

you stand at the door flustered, and begin making your way to the kitchen to drop off all your alcohol at the kitchen island. to say the least, armin is hot, and his voice sounded even smoother in person than it does in your voice calls with him and the others. you praise your past self for deciding to dress extra nice tonight, as you now know it will be worth it.

entering the kitchen, you spot historia, ymir, reiner, and bertolt all standing together, drinks in hand and chatting away. their attention shifts to you as they see you enter and you're met with a combination of hello y/n's and i haven't seen you in ages's. after putting your bottles on the counter, you walk over to them and say "hey guys! sorry it's been a while, i've been so busy recently!" before reiner responds with "nah you're okay, we all face times like that. how have you been keeping up?" you turn around to the kitchen island, grabbing a plastic cup and pouring yourself a vodka coke as you reply "not bad, yourself?" reiner takes a sip of his beer and says "yeah, same here." ymir leans forward to you, and asks "what was up with eren and jean there, did they just try and set you up with armin?" the four look at you, waiting for a response that they hope will satisfy their curiosity. "i honestly don't know, they're probably just drunk already, somehow." the slightly dim lighting around the property is lit in your favour, as it hides the blush prominent on your cheeks upon just the thought of being set up with armin.

after changing the subject and finishing your first and then second drink as you exchange some general chit chat with the four, more people enter the room, none of which you know and you assume that they are some other friends of connie that aren't from within your friendship circle. the room grows more crowded and you decide to leave after pouring yourself another drink, you turn to the group and say "i'm gonna head through to the living room and see what's up, but i'll speak to you guys more later!"

the alcohol was already starting to set in, your mind hazy as you grab the doorframe, swinging round into the living room. there's multiple groups dotted around the room chatting, a coffee table with dozens of empty bottles and cans scattered atop it, and you see connie, jean, and sasha sitting on the couch together laughing and joking in conversation.

you take a seat down on the arm of the couch, and all three look up to greet you. "hey dude.." you look at connie as he speaks and you try your best to suppress the laugh that threatens to leave you upon seeing connie, jean, and sasha's states. they're slumped back on the couch, with sasha leaning into connie's shoulder, words slurred and all very clearly intoxicated. "you guys alright?" you ask, but your words come out in that funny, high pitched tone that only reveals itself when you're drunk, and you realise that you might end up meeting the same fate as those three idiots by the end of the night.

"we're great. you enjoying yourself so far?" connie then asks as sasha then fully falls asleep on connie's shoulder. you respond with "yeah i am!" before you mouth to connie and jean "is she good?" whilst pointing in the direction of sasha. connie waves you off and mouths back a "pffft, yea." jean sips from his cup, finishing it before getting up.

"y/n, you wanna go get more drinks with me?" you raise from your seat on the arm of the couch, saying "sure!" before following jean into the kitchen. you grab one of the cans that mikasa had left out and open it as jean pours some of the vodka you had bought into a cup with lemonade he found sitting on the table. as you both take the first sip from your respective drinks, you're approached by eren and reiner. the tall brunette asks you both "we're going out to the balcony to smoke, wanna join?" and with rememberance to the cigarettes you had bought yesterday, you agree as jean then says "yeah i'm down aswell." the four of you head out the kitchen, through the living room and out onto the balcony.

connie's balcony is fairly small, with two seats that reiner and jean fill as you and eren both lean against the banister across from them. a small table sits in between you, holding your drinks with playing cards and cigarette butts scattered across the table. you hear giggles coming from inside and look through the glass door to see a rosy-cheeked and very clearly drunk mikasa dragging armin who is stumbling along, by the arm towards you all. opening the door she pulls him out to join you four outside and she walks past you to stand by eren as armin leans against the door opposite you beside jeans chair.

eren reaches into his pocket and distributes cigarettes to reiner and jean as you reach into your bag and grab one of your own. jean picks up a random lighter off the table and cups his hand around the end of the cigarette sitting in his mouth as he lights it, before passing the lighter around for everyone to use. the alcohol in your system as well as the nicotine invading your lungs upon the first draw have your mind spinning in a drunken haze. exhaling strongly, the smoke is caught by the wind and blows off into the distance. jean is the first one to break the silent yet relaxed atmosphere, by saying "so, y/n, are you taking me up on my offer from earlier?" him and eren burst out into laughter again, just as they had previously in the night, as eren taps the ash off his cigarette and passes it to mikasa to smoke aswell.

not wanting to outwardly reject armin, who you very much wanted, you just mumbled a small "oh, yea, i don't know." reiner looks up in confusion, before asking "what offer?" and eren replies with a smirk on his face; "he was offering armin to her instead of the money he owes, mostly because me and mikasa happened to notice that y/n and armin were up until three in the morning playing siege together a few days ago after everyone else left, and ever since then, armin's been extra talkative in the xbox party, isn't that right armin?" the small crowd turns to armin, including you, as a blush rises to his cheeks and he defensively asks "what's wrong with that?" eren slyly replies to the blonde "oh nothing, but i just find it funny how after that, you then asked me to describe how she looks whilst we were at the gym." your eyes shoot back to armin curiously as it's now your turn to blush. "oh really, armin?" reiner asks with a look of amusement on his face as he he blows smoke from his mouth. "it's not like that, eren! i already told you, i just thought i saw her earlier in the day.." you raise an eyebrow at his justification, before asking "when and where did you think you saw me?"

blue eyes meet yours before hastily looking down at the floor, desperately trying to make up a reasonable place to strengthen his lie. "at... uhm.. the library... that morning!" he stammers. mikasa reaches over to armin to pass him the cigarette that her and eren were sharing as she giggles "impossible, y/n doesnt study, plus she was with me in class all morning." you turn to her and retort with "i do study, i swear!" jean then looks up at you from the seat he was slouched in, saying "wrong, you play siege the most out of all of us and have never once mentioned studying," before taking a long sip of his drink. you then laugh, tilting your head to the side, "i'm just on that siege grind, you know?" you laugh drunkenly. he winces at your sarcastic comment "don't say that, you sound so cringe."

"could i please get another cigarette from someone? this one was already almost done by the time i got it," you look over to armin to see him stubbing out the previous one he had shared in the ashtray on the table. you reach into your bag and grab your pack, you were happy to share as you didn't smoke often, unlike eren who was slowly becoming known for the amount of cigarettes he is smoking per day.

as you hold out your pack to him, you notice a hand bump into yours by accident, that hand being eren's as he was also offering armin one of his. you watch as armin awkwardly pauses, unsure of who to take from, before he finally decides to take one from you rather than the brunette beside you. eren leans back against the balcony, pocketing his packet before swinging his arm around mikasa as he takes a sip from his drink. as armin lights the cigarette sitting between his lips, reiner turns to him with eyebrows furrowed. "i didn't know you smoked, armin." the shorter blonde then replies with "i mean.. i don't, but i think i just want to because i'm drunk." this feeds into the smirk on jean face before he says "oh yeah? or maybe you just wanna impress your new crush?"

you're lost for words at the constant teasing, but are once again saved by mikasa as she slurs "guys, just stop already, it's getting so annoying," silence falls upon the group and you take a sip from your can, further intoxicating yourself. you notice eren turns his back to you as he fully faces mikasa and whispers something in her ear, before then announcing "me and mikasa are gonna head inside to get more drinks, anyone wanna come? you look around to see the other responses within the group as jean smirks and gets up, pulling a confused looking reiner with him. once again, you and armin are left alone, but this time in person and drunk on connie's balcony

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[acidichcl]

I’ve been seeing people make their own tmnt iteration for a while now and i wanted to finally join in the fun. Im not as creative tho so 😭 whatever. Heres me doodling the main cast to get an idea what they look like in my version

Edit: this is kinddaaa outdated. Theres been a few changes to their designs

I wanted to get the 2000s cartoon vibes. And i was thinking of sgt frog too while making this so there might be the same vibes. I love sgt frog. I call this version TMNT: Against All Odds. Probably sounds corny but idk, sounds catchy

Some info about them under the cut

April’s the one who dressed them up based on their interests. Excluding leo’s and donnie’s techs. Donnie made his tech and leo’s hologram control thing. And leo’s necklace is actually a gift April got from her science teacher, Baxter Stockman. More on that later tho. Maybe. Idk yet

In my version, things are more lighthearted. Shredder is an alien that took over the utroms planet and so the utroms escape to earth. Theyre like pests tho, they carry ooze that makes ppl sick. Theyre not TOO harmful, but theyre bothersome. the turtles do fight crime that happens and also tries to help out with utrom situations. The turtles are mostly carefree and has a more positive outlook on everything. Leo tends to be the most innocent, other than mikey. They both have so much joy and love in their hearts bless them

The best way i can describe donnie is that he’s like Rise donnie but less vocal abt his sense of superiority and intelligence(?) my donnie is more mysterious and puts on an off-putting facade just for the fun of creeping people out. He cares for others tho and it rlly shows that hes kind hearted. Just a bit weird and sometimes takes his pranks too far (he pranks his brothers with his inventions to show how impressive his inventions are. Sometimes it fails and so their adventures consists of them having to get around donnie’s invention problems) if you watch Sgt frog, then u can tell i got heavily inspired by Kululu lol

My raph is basically like 2003 raph i think, just a bit nicer

For April, i wanted to make her be a popular girl in her school. Shes not a mean popular girl. She just is popular for some reason and shes cool with everyone. Everyone gets along, mostly, but she just doesnt like being around people and prefers to stay home doing her own thing. Shes an art kid who loves anything artsy, especially making her own stories. She wants to make a name for herself. Not as a rich sophisticated designer's and tech genius' daughter, but as a good story teller

Overall theyre just having fun tbh. I want them to not have trauma for once😭 or at least not yet. Other than the whole utroms situation, their problems are mostly them wanting to have fun outside and do normal people stuff but April doesnt let them cuz she knows people will be weirded out by them. And other shenanigans. I do have more plans for them but for now, this is all

Close ups without the little notes:

[maarcyeen]

Give us one hc for every Link you care about :>

im gonna share hcs that i really like and see often

i like how time is able to tell exact time. very on brand for his mysterious self, maybe he gained this ability through his time traveling? so he was sure he was in correct time? lots of room for cool ideas, very useful ability to have

as for sky, its cool to see him have his prophetic visions/dreams. they dont always have to come true, but i think he would be taken seriously every time it happened. its better to stay alert than allow to ignore, mind you, the chosen one and his visions.

legend as snarky as he can get is SO talented in music. give this guy an instrument and he cheers up instantly. the rest is also impressed with his knowledge (what CANT he do)

cant find the person who said it first, but its really funny when twilight shares words of wisdom learned from heros shade, meanwhile time suspects him of mind reading, because he was about to say the same thing

now some for wild bc hes my specialest boy

even though the shrine of resurrection stitched him back good, it didnt save him from his explosion-filled, fire-spread, wind-whistling style of living. hence his mild tinnitus

he knows how to keep his hair out of his face, like the buns they do in military or simple braids, he just isnt bothered enough (and likes it the way it is now)

if anyone asks him for a snack during the day, he will give them something bizarre. you hungry? here, leftover fruit cake. not in the mood for sweets? sure! how about an omelet? no? alright, youre running out of choices, all thats left is pudding or meat pie.

he likes to take care of others wounds whenever he can, a way he can honor memory of mipha and how she was always more than happy to take care of him

[koiukiy-o]

hi! just wanted to pop in and day some things about the chapter. before that, about the oc situation, it made pretty angry on behalf of you. cause what?? you are not even first nor the last person using that name during fiction and not. personalities are always different as well because if someone with a different writing style writes it, it is naturally someone else (yeah, look at all those ooc fictional characters!!) not good with comfort words, but i am sure you know your and your oc worth. i love him!!

and about the chapter. in writing this as i read (maybe mistakes ahead..?) ugh. as always. perfect<3

i think anaxa is pretty underrated in the fandom. i love that there are people who chose to write him, but more than that, i LOVE how you portray him. we don't know much about him yet, but his character here seems accurate!!

and your writing style fits him and this plot. it is pleasant to read. like VERY pleasant.

i dont feel smart for this, but anything for him<3

bro im jumping irl i say smart things idm what they mean but HE TALKS WITH ME. my anxiety would be over the top BUT!!

god i love ilias..

THE WORLBUILDING<3 oh my shaylaaa. i really love this relationship you write. also. between every. single. character.

sooo many cameos hello omg u write them so good.

omg i came (hehe.) to him????? my pulse is HIGH.

"YOU TELL ME" UGH THIS MAN??? HE IS LOOKING STRAIGHT INTO MY EYES AAAAA

you are sooo cool, writing everything for a reason<3

aww you did a lil explanation:< thats soo cute of u

ok conclusion. this is art<3

o. m. g.

honestly, dont even worry abt the oc thing !? its so thumbs down emoji, but its not that big of a deal at all, out of sight out of mind? heh, thank you for your kind words <3

live commentary goes hardddd omg okay im so sat !!

— i think hes just super new and people dont know a lot about him !! thats also the only reason i write him so mysteriously D: idw get anything wrong or jump to conclusions about his character, so i just write him as a classroom aura farmer and no. 1 ilias clowner <3 but thank you so much !!

— thank you !! i dont know what my writing style is but im glad it makes sense <3

— honestly fire,, i kind of wrote them both to have an untouchable dynamic because i feel like there is no other way anaxa would take personal interest in a student (his STUDENT!!) unless theyre able to keep up with him.

— as for the words theyre both saying, i kind of wrote it to be like that on alhaitham scene (at around 1:40) in the sumeru quest, (i dont know if you play genshin impact)... though it sounded like gibberish, it's literally just newtons first law of motion 😭 "positional propensity of an entity in natural motion-" babe. relax. an object at rest stays at rest, an object in motion stays in motion unless acted upon by a force. that is ALL. so yeah, that scene kind of inspired me to make anaxa and reader sound like smartasses, even though theyre just talking about normal and basic concepts 😭

— cameos were definitely a part of the world building !! though there is SO MUCH MORE to be written, we're just gonna take it slow and see where it goes :D

— hehehe the explanation was definitely for the people who are also as invested in the theory yapping as anaxa and mc are !! im going to be drawing so many parallels from the assignment and push it into their lives, im glad you like it! thank you thank you thank youuu hehehe, for taking the time to type out and send this whole thing !! i really appreciate it,, :3

[delcakoo]

i’m sure most ppl expected this so i’m not gonna make a big deal out of it but!! yes i am going on hiatus for an unspecified amount of time.

it’s honestly quite simple, i’ve just been losing interest in most aspects of kpop aside from the music, which makes writing for it a lot harder than before. i also dealt with a lot of burn out for months and still forced myself to write which only made it worse. lastly, i’m an executive of two clubs at my school this year on top of all my classes, so finding time to write would be even worse than it was before :’) !

YEAh that’s kinda it! for now my works will stay up, moots can dm me for my disc/spotify!! even if we’ve barely spoken pspsps i wanna stalk ur music cmere 🤲 a special shout out to my emoji anons too, you’re all amazing people ilysm, especially those that have been stuck with me for so long <3 (u know who u are!!)

i’ll try and check in here every so often to chat, esp if a new comeback for enha/txt happens!! love u guys and stay safe <3 you may send an ask if u have any questions!

extra stuff i wanna say to moots below! (it’s all word vomits i’m sorry)

RAVEN. MY WIFEY. my BELOVED blr wont let me tag u but you already know i adore u sm playing roblox with u is so fun even if that one banana game was kinda ass!! 💖 thank u for being so so sweet when putting up with me all the time and raising our fav corgi daughter with sm love <3 i hope u get more confidence in ur writing because your fics are always so creative and well written, and in yourself too bc a certain mf thats name starts with J and ends with N is MISSING OUT. 🙄🙄 ok im still gna be annoying u all the time so. bye ig….. smooches

@seongclb katto u deserve an award for putting up with me in dms ilysm 😞 watching the promised neverland together brought me so much joy and i still have a ss of you calling gilda a tractor ok i love u!!!! i would read your fics all day any day u are so talented and ur photography skills are amazing, i hope we get to keep in touch WE SHOULD FIND ANOTHER SHOW TO WATCH TGTHER !!!!! i need to fix your lack of anime knowledge ‼️ PLS KEEP WRITING AS WELL ENHABLR NEEDS U!!!!

@soov reirei my gf i aspire to be as confident and funny as you, you’re literal sunshine and always make my day better even with just one interaction <3 thank u for being so welcoming my first days in walmart enha and raising sushiwon with me!! as well as entertaining me by dying in genshin every 3 seconds <3 (WE NEED TO PLAY AGAIN) oh and KEEP WRITING BB. i will rise from THE DEAD WHEN IT COMES OUT OK U CAN DO THIS ML!!

@haknom kangaroo karaoke keys we may have had only a few convos but they were all so fun like PLAYING BRAWL STARS WAS HILARIOUS we ate the house down in duo showdown idc. and beta reading ur fics was such a treat esp while watching u plan new smaus every other day 🫶 also your music taste is MUWAH gimme some more recs pspsps !!! KEEP WRITING OKKK?!

@kynrki kimmy kimmy kim one of my first ever moots <3 your writing is always such a joy to read and your energy is amazing, thank you for giving me a chance when i was too shy to ask anyone else to be moots LMAO 🫶 plsplss keep writing you’re so gifted and deserve the whole world LOVEE UU

@bitehee cavvy my big sibling :((( i love u sm kshsdknd its been a while but i really hope everything has been well since you moved and you’re still being as cool as ever <3 im gonna replay a pokemon game in ur honor perhaps mystery dungeon 👁️ ? anyway i look up to u and think u are so cool, one of my fav hee stans ever ever!!! remember u have my disc if u ever wanna chat 🫂 !!!

@sunoksunny sunny <3 my other gf. i remember our first vc u had this goofy pfp i cant remember what it was but like u are so easy to talk to and funny?! and PRETTY??? your fits are always stunning and your singing is beautiful ugh the whole package fr… and. we need. to play. genshin!!! I REDOWNLOADED IT FOR U OK WE WILL DISCUSS THIS SOON!! ILY

@slytherinshua ZANNY. u are so easy to talk to we match each others energy so perfectly?!? I HOPE U AND TUALHA CONTINUE BEING THE COOLEST EVER and ur writing is top tier so pls keep going‼️ thank u for being so sweet to me as another one of my very first moots i appreciate u sm <3333

@flwrshee riri !!! we haven’t even been moots for long but i had to add u in here because u need to know that ILYSM. you’re like an adorable energetic little sister that always makes me smile T-T thank you for taking time out of your day to reblog my fics with so much sweet feedback and i wish u the absolute best always!! if u ever need anything pls dm me on disc i would love to chat with u more, and make sure to keep writing bc u have SO much talent!!!!

@wonieleles sia SIA i genuinely miss talking to u sm i NEED to come back to walmart enha :(( we don’t talk much besides our little interactions in the server but each time you make me smile. you’re so so smart and admirable, i hope you keep up the hard work bc i know you’ll go so far and HAVE MORE CONFIDENCE!! you’re so beautiful okay ily 😞🫶

@sultrybaby kel 😭😭😭💖💖 you’ve literally been a day one THANK YOU for always checking in on me even during your ridiculous NONSTOP EXAMS. 💀 another one of my big siblings on here fr you are such a real one and i care for u sm!!! i hope everything has been well for u?! pls feel free to message me for anything okay <3 I LOVE U SM thank u for sticking with me all this time 🫂🫂

i have so many moots so i can’t write smthn for everyone but i love u all okay <3 AGAIN if u wanna keep in touch thru spotify or discord dm me muwah

[ilikekidsshows]

I hope I didn't miss it on your blog, but what are your thoughts in Lilith in Hazbin Hotel? Do you think she's evil? Good? Nuanced grey area?

I personally really REALLY hope that while Lilith most likely genuinely did do alot wrong, like not really supporting Lucifer with his former plan to help sinners because she couldn't leave her dislike of heaven behind and didn't wanted Charlie anywhere near all that and Lucifer while he insisted on perusing that dream

I still truly hope that Lilith in that case came to realize later on that her own actions and pride caused alot of damage, too, and that she's trying to help her family in her own way. Like, her agreeing to the deal with Adam to stay in Heaven and leave her family behind to make sure they are 100% spared.

Or maybe Lilith put something in motion in the last 7 years in Heaven that resulted in it being possible for a sinner to be redeemed.

Sorry, im rambling. I just hope that there will be interesting nuance to Lilith. I'm perfectly fine with her being a very flawed individual and that she caused genuine damage and pain for her loved ones that she has to take accountability and make up for now. I just want there to be more than Mom = Evil

What about you? ^^

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I haven't had much of a chance to discuss Hazbin Hotel yet, actually. I didn’t expect to have this much to say about Lilith, since all we know for a fact is that 1) she’s been missing for 7 years, 2) she recently had a beach vacation at an undisclosed not-Hell location (people are assuming Heaven, I think Eden might also be an option), 3) she had a deal of some sorts with Adam. That’s not much to go on. Lilith is running her own agenda that involved Adam in some way. Did she approach Adam with an agreement of sorts, or was it Adam’s idea? If it was the latter, was she a willing accomplice or was she forced in some way? The situation is vague enough that it could go any way.

We can make some assumptions, however. Like, the family pictures of the Morningstars present very mixed ideas of the family. Images of a young child Charlie with her parents show them as being happy and smiling and hugging each other close. Images of a teenaged Charlie, however, show an uncertain Charlie and parents putting up a front. Lucifer’s sincere smile has been exchanged for an arrogant smirk while Lilith’s smile has turned distant and mysterious. They also stand more stiffly, further apart. Of course, you can make the argument that these are official royal portraits, but then why is the princess presented so unregally? Why haven’t the family made any cute snapshot paintings for Lucifer to hang up in his workshop, why is it those early childhood images? This all tells us that the Morningstar family was genuinely happy at some point, but not anymore, which has led them to grow more distant from each other, but what caused that is a mystery.

Another thing to note is Charlie’s clothing style. In any portrait including Lilith, Charlie wears feminine clothing, with black as the dominant color, which is a color Lilith also prefers. Grown Charlie, however, wears masculine clothing and favors red, which makes her style more similar to her father’s. For some reason, Charlie takes turns emulating her parents. Is it a natural “I want to look like that” reason or has Charlie been stuck between her parents while they had issues with each other? In an episode revolving around Charlie and Lucifer’s relationship, the only shot of the actual Lilith we see is a flashback of her pulling Charlie away from Lucifer.

Lilith is, at this point, sketchy. However, this is all so vague and so based on vibes that it could all be one big Red Herring. It could very well be that, when Lilith shows up in season two, she’s the perfect, loving wife and mother to Lucifer and Charlie, and any drama between them was just caused by a lack of communication.

Now, as for what I think would be interesting? I think Lilith being evil would be really interesting and cool, but only if she also genuinely cared about her family as well. Almost every time there’s an “evil” mom in media they’re just abusive, toxic or bad at parenting. I think the idea of a mom who’s started doing heinous things to further her own goals, while also being conflicted about how her pursuit of said goals takes her further away from her family, would be top tier. That archetype is always reserved for the villain dad character and we need some more variety in women’s wrongs. A woman can be evil without it meaning she’s a complete failure as a mother. Motherhood should not be a measuring stick of how evil someone is. However, this is all my preference, and I think Lilith would be interesting even if she wasn’t evil, if she was still casted in an antagonist role.

Another thing is, Lucifer is actually an antagonist in episode 5. Charlie had to win him over before he would help her in her goals. I think Lilith also serving an antagonist role would be so good for Charlie’s character development, and it would flesh out Lilith too, and her being a more difficult obstacle in comparison to Lucifer would be a fitting way of upping the stakes. Like, the Hotel has been stated, in-show, to be a way for Charlie to channel her unresolved family problems into something productive. It would just be wasteful if they didn’t go further with it by having Lilith also oppose the Hotel for her own reasons.

You could have all kinds of takes on antagonist Lilith, and not all of them even have to make her evil. Maybe she thinks the project is putting Charlie at an unreasonable risk, maybe she lost her faith in the citizens of Hell or doesn’t want them to be saved anymore, maybe she wants to actually conquer Heaven/Eden for her people and opposes redemption because it’s the same as agreeing to follow Heaven’s rules for all eternity to her. I definitely think there’s more to Lilith than her being one-dimensional, be that one-dimensionally evil and cruel to everyone, or one-dimensionally pure and loving to everyone. I think her being one-note after this buildup would just be the worst.

Basically, I’m 90% sure Lilith is going to be an antagonist when she shows up. I’m hoping she’s also at least a little bit evil, because that would make it spicier, but I don’t want her to be irredeemable or too unlikeable, so I’d prefer she was evil in a way that wasn’t just “Muahaha, I actually hate my family and want them to suffer!” but more like “My personal goals are more important than being there for my family. Prove me wrong.”

So, this is kind of a theory but also my preference; I don’t think Lilith’s absence from Charlie’s life is for completely altruistic reasons. But I also think she’s not going to be the kind of mother Charlie would be better off cutting off all contact with. We could go with a Lilith redemption most likely, since that’s what this show is all about, and it would be great to get a redemption with a more important character.

[faineant-girl]

What is the theme of your TPTM OCs, in a brief summary? (all the lyrics are cool btw!)

otaaay well i will keep them kinda vauge like a bit. 1) cuz i like to be a wee bit mysterious and 2) some of them are less solidified than others so im still kinda workshopping them

cadaver girl- cadaver is a self insert so theyre both the most developed and kinda vauge? but generally, feelings and trauma relating to having really intense anxiety/ocd. they feel they need to be hidden, that theyre gross and rotten and inherently unlikeable

wonderland girl- "living life too fast", generally using vices to try to be happy in the moment, even if she doesnt really like it herself

patient girl- kind of learned helplessness? girl who feels like she cant take care of herself, and the only way to make others see that she needs care is to "stay sick"

retro-future girl- never being able to feel grounded in the present, very often using escapism to distract from any pain

frigid girl- girl experiencing complete negative nihilism. unable to feel happy or excited about anything, even if she used to love it

prime girl- girl who very desperately wishes for admiration and acknowledgement of her talent or skills because no one does

porcelain girl- feels very stuck in one place for multiple reasons, freeze response babey

doozy girl- autism trauma kinda... often made a spectical or a joke, infantilezed, not taken seriously...

uhhhh yeah generally thats alla them (so far anyway.......)

(thank you btw ^_^)