#probably something eldritch-y

[frownyalfred]

you know what one of my favorite tropes is? forced identity reveal. and not just scenes where the villain will throw some poor civilian off a building if the Justice League doesn't stand up. I mean the kind where they're forced, through magic or powers or some sort of force, to reveal themselves.

Kryptonians are immediately identified in the crowd with kryptonite. Every Lantern hisses as their rings start to flare at the same time, glowing wildly on their hands. Glamours are forcibly dropped. Like that.

[brittle-doughie]

Sorry to bug you again, but can you confirm you got my request? The one about Y/N Cookie just one day going full isolation to research some eldritch force all Darkest Dungeon like? I just wanted to know before I decide to wait a whole year again because Tumblr ate it.

Under the Castle…

I got it now with this

You’d discovered something that you probably shouldn’t, but you have anyway. Something that could threaten the land of Crispia, something that could likely cause panic amidst your kingdom populace if they ever discovered the existence of such a force.

And it was right under your feet the whole time…

Your chambers would be on lockdown as you tried to learn any info on this eldritch force, heading to Blueberry Pie’s library to see and check out for any info that could bring up the topic about this…thing.

Well, you wouldn’t be completely isolated. You only entrusted this information about this situation with cookies like Dumpling Cookie, or cookies that already know, cookies you can entrust to not spread this info to the rest of the population. It’s also to let them know in case anything happened to you during your pursuits.

“Right, I’ll…make sure a word of this does not get out, okay?”

“I’ve been keeping this to myself for so long, it feels to see another cookie understand the gratitude of how delicate this matter is.”

“You have my oath, Y/N Cookie. None of this will get out to the public.”

Leave it to the more powerful cookies, ones who have likely seen all kinds of conditions cookies can get themselves, to notice that something was up with you. You haven’t exactly been yourself these last few days, it was starting to worry them. They can question you all they want..

“Y/N Cookie, if there’s anything wrong, you can tell me…���

“Is something troubling you, Y/N Cookie? I haven’t been able to visit your dreams lately…”

“Will you not walk with me? It can help clear your mind of any worries!”

You didn’t have the heart to tell them…but you didn’t let your mind dwell elsewhere, the excavation was underway underneath the castle.

You had to spend quite the amount of coins to have the workers never question what exactly they were looking for. You had Financier Cookie see to it that they don’t…

And now? As you’re prepping your gear? You’ll need her along with whomever you can trust to face whatever lurks underneath your castle…

[leeeeeeeeech]

Been thinking about eldritch Beej a lot, and I'm in the process of polishing up my ao3 fic, but I just had to get a scene out of my head so enjoy :3

Fem! reader

Well, this was not how you anticipated your night going. The date started off well enough. The guy was cute, handsome even. He said all the right things, he was interesting, he was the perfect guy to take home to the folks….

But he wasn't Beetlejuice.

That was the issue. The kerfuffle if you will. The whole date, I couldn't stop thinking of that damn pervert. Imagining how he would react to what I said. Probably some fumbled sex joke instead of the polite cough I received in its stead. Polite, and superficial. Like a business meeting. Transactional intimacy at its finest. I got a goodnight kiss at least. But, all I could think about was what was missing. The lack of scratchy stubble, the smell of dirt, the grabby hands...

"No dice?" Beetlejuice had asked me. He had told me that guy seemed like a loser, not worth my time, yadda yadda. I remember rolling my eyes and muttering something about keeping his dirty shoes off my couch before storming off to my room. I could still feel the fiery white hot sensation in my chest as his echoing laugh followed me down the hall.

At first, I mistook it for annoyance. Beetlejuice always had something to say about my dating life. Nobody was good enough. I knew he just didn't like the idea of me giving my attention to someone else. He had to get over himself at some point!

Now, I'm in my bed, fucking myself with my fingers. Apparently the line between anger and horniness has dwindled significantly.

Go figure.

"Hmnn." I bit my lip, trying to keep myself quiet. It's been a while since I've masturbated, my pussy tingling deliciously as I furiously rubbed at it, growing impatient. All I wanted was to cum and go to sleep. I just wanted to forget my stupid feelings for the night. I could sort them out tomorrow.

A low growl reverberated throughout the room, making me freeze in place. A green glow filled the space, illuminating my room in a otherworldly light. The air seemed taught, like a string about to snap. My eyes darted around just as a low whine stretched itself from the doorway to me. Beetlejuice stood there, with an expression I didn't quite recognize.

I snapped out of whatever spell I was under, and covered myself with my blanket. He laughed, taking a step closer towards the bed.

"Little late for that toots."

He breathed in deep, his nostrils flaring. He closed his eyes, and that low rumble filled the room once again. Like thunder.

"Get out. I don't want you here." Another step towards the bed. His eyes shone in the dark, there glow held a primal power that made my insides throb with fear, or maybe desire. Hell, it was probably a little of both.

"We both know that one's a lie, Y/n~" He smirked, tugging on the blanket. I tightened my grip on it.

"N-No. I want you out." Wow, even I didn't believe myself. He chuckled, tearing the blanket away with ease. I snapped my legs together as the cold air hit my exposed sex.

"Don't be shy now, babes. I know you were thinking about me." He drawls. My face heats up at the declaration. He doesn't say anything regarding it, but I don't miss his shit eating grin.

" I can smell how wet ya are around me ya know," His eyes rake over me, and I feel like I'm burning underneath his gaze.

"I know you like it when I feel ya up." A set of hands appeared by my chest, giving my breasts a playful squeeze. I gasp, but there gone before I can do much else.

"It's been torture to hear ya practically scream for me in yer sleep." I can't get much more red at this point. This is humiliating, being emotionally eviscerated like this. I feel that familiar throb once again, like my ovaries are pounding at the door to the outside, begging for him.

"Whatever yer fantasizing, I can do sooo much better~" He winked, giving a small chuckle.

"Wha- why...?" My words caught in my throat as I felt something slimy wrap itself around my ankle. I look down and gasp as a tentacle waves at me before stretching itself towards my thigh, pulling my leg outward. My breath hitches, and I try to fight it.

"Never been one fer slowburns. Gets boring. I like a lotta action." Beetlejuice chuckled. Another tentacle appeared from behind him, diving straight for my other thigh, practically wrenching my leg open. I panted from the overexertion, and watched helplessly as Beetlejuice leaned forward, his arms boxing me in as he looked me up and down once again before meeting my eyes.

"You want me to stop, you know the words." All I do is nod, giving in to him. He smiled that signature toothy grin, before sliding down my torso. He gives a small bite to the inside of my thigh, making my breath shudder. He chuckled again.

"Don't worry, Y/n, I'll take very good care of you~" His tongue snaked its way out of his mouth, and made it's way towards my dripping sex.

[erinartemis]

OMGOMGOMGKFMSGSKB IM FREAKING OUT IT'S HERE!!! MURDER DRONES EPISODE 7 TEASER!! EEEEEE!!! I went frame by frame and picked out some cool scenes I wanted to scream about, so get ready for a bunch of crazed ramblings and some theories !! (Long post ahead, folks)

Okay first of all- just- the lighting in these shots ✨ simply gorgeous... Also that "poster" thing in the background of the first image is very interesting.. obviously it says HELP (though that looks scrawled-on afterward with probably blood), and it looks like there could be possibly eyes? EDIT: it's not eyes it's two drones standing !!!

Also can we appreciate how creepy cool that hole in the ground is :00

THEIR ROOMS! THE SILLIES' ROOMS!!! WHAT SECRETS DO THEY HOLD?? I hope we find out

EDIT: THEY'RE LOCKERS NOT ROOMS OOPSIES

Good to see we've still got a bit of that classic md humor: "not to be overdramatic but core collapse" xd

N oh no N IS HE OKAY?? what am I talking about ofc he's not (I'm going to cry at this episode)

OKAY NEXT-

This thing. What is this thing. Probably part of the Solver, as it's all organic and eldritch-y, and it has veins. It looks lit from behind, almost like we're looking out from the inside of something? I think it's possible somebody gets dragged into one of those physical manifestations of the Solver, and this could be their perspective from inside it! Oooor we're looking at it from the outside, and there's something glowing inside the mass.

Next up, these guys??? So many possibilities here... They look like humans, but they aren't necessarily so, just like the "Tessa Isn't Human" theory. And from what little you can see in the teaser, they are moving in an odd way- suspicious. I originally thought they could be manifestation of the Solver or something, created to confuse, but after considering it for a bit, I realized it's more likely this scene is a flashback to when the core collapsed.

SOLVERUZISOLVERUZISOLVER- OHHHH BOY SOLVER UZI

Okay. This shot is a bit confusing; can't really make out what's going on- To me, it looks like something is possibly exploding? And the red string things are lasers or something? Also the blobs in the foreground definitely look like Solver hands, but- that's all I've got for this one

Tessa. Tessatessatessa tessa are you pulling a sword on Uzi? oh no, you are, aren't you, ohh no

WHAT DID UZI SEE. ON THAT TV SCREEN. HELP SHE LOOKS SO TRAUMATIZED- Also also wanted to point out the "freaking ninja star" on the ground.. little callback there :,)

the crucifix will be important, oo religious imageryyy eee

DOG.

Small thing, this is clearly the same scene from the GLITCHx 7/8 teaser, but it's the shot from a little bit before the clip in that teaser plays. I wonder how much control Uzi has over herself at this point... These robots are going to so much pain someone help them

norinorinori nori I'M SO READY FOR THE LORE AND FLASHBACKS EEEE

OMGOMGOGMOGMOMG YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW HYPED I WAS WHEN I SAW THIS- WE'RE GETTING MURDER N YALL!!! FIRST TIME SINCE THE PILOT EEEE!!! Oh my gosh I just KNOW it's going to be an emotional response to something horrible happening- something to do with Uzi getting fully possessed, or almost dying, or N THINKING she's dead, or just all the stress of EVERYTHING, along with V's (hopefully not actually) death, and it just pushes him to his breaking point OH AND all the repressing he's been doing this whole time WILL NOT BE HELPING WITH THAT !!! I'm SO EXCITED TO FIND OUT AAAA-

Oh it could also be that N gets factory-reset, causing him to actually lose his memories or something, which is AN ENTIRELY DIFFERENT PILE OF ANGST, but personally I hope/think it'll be closer to the first one... It seems very likely to me that all of the stuff N's been going through (and how he's just been pretending everything's fine) would catch up to him, and it would lead to an "outburst" of everything he's been bottling up. PLUS do y'all remember that merch ad?? I know it was just a promo, but merch stuff has been shown to be kind of relevant to the plot in the past soo... yeah I'm feeling very good about this theory-

Okay so this is the same guy from the earlier image with all the humans- That feels notable, like they're going to be important. And is it just me and my poor video quality or does the Sentinel hand look glitchy?? Could it have turned on the humans like the one that turned on "Tessa" in Cabin Fever??

Oh dear, that's oil (or blood; they whole thing's too red to tell) coming from Uzi's eye... Feeling like the same thing that happened to Doll happens to Uzi... agh the ANGST hdfbsjsb

DOOOOOLL DOLL DOLL !!! SHE'S THERE !! I THINK SHE HAS BUTCHER KNIVES AGAIN !! I wonder who she's fighting... (I mean it could be a sentinel, but it looks like she's talking, so I'm guessing it's one of the group) ee I'm excited to see where Doll's character goes from here !!

ALLLLRIGHTY!! This has been a breakdown of my personal thoughts on the teaser! I am SOOO excited; these next two weeks need to go by FAST but ik they won't- Anyways... thanks for reading ! :D

[nelle-y]

Thoma x afab!reader

Synopsis: on your fourth month of pregnancy, you suddenly find yourself bleeding…

C/W: husband!Thoma, afab!reader, miscarriage, major angst, descriptions of blood under the cut, not proofread

Note: i swear if i get sent to the hospital again after posting a fic

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“Honey, I’m home!”

“Hi, sweetie!” Thoma’s voice came from the kitchen. “Take a seat while I clean up real quick.”

You did as he said and sat down on your place, a feast of a dinner beholding your sight. Three of your favorite meals placed around a bowl of rice, your plates on the opposite sides. Thoma returned shortly and sat at the chair in front of you. You both began to eat the meals he prepared. “So, how are you feeling? Did you drink a lot of water today?”

“Yeah, I did. There were a lot of assholes at work today, though; I was this close to throwing a fit.” You pinch your fingers together with such pressure your nails could break.

He sucked a disapproving breath, “I’m sorry you had to go through that.” He held your hand from across the table, offering a look of sympathy. “I wish I could work instead so you can rest here at home. That way, you wouldn’t be stressed at all.”

Reassuring your husband, you tightened your grip as your heart filled with glee. “Thoma, you work two-times harder than me everyday, and you do such a great job at it. Taking care of the house, preparing meals, doing the laundry, and managing our bills—I could never do that as well as you. Besides, whatever stress I have is gone by the end of the day because I get to come home to you.”

Thoma blushes as your sentiment, smiling softly, “I hope our baby has your way with words.”

“And I hope they have your resilience. Your wisdom, your generosity, your face, hair,” you proceed to list all of Thoma’s characteristics, leaving him a red mess.

“Y/N, Y/N, eat up before the baby starts getting greedy,” he said hastily.

You laugh at his bashfulness. “Okay, okay, let me just go to the bathroom first.”

As you walked to the bathroom, light pains from this afternoon irked to your loins—something you didn’t quite pay attention to. After using the toilet, standing up to flush, you see drops of red in the bowl. Your stomach dropped, the pain you felt earlier turned to cramps, your heart thundered in your ears as the threat of sobs stuffed your nose.

You and Thoma had always dreamed of having a family. From the day you both got married, you talked about the future, the house filled with laughter, and the pitter-patter of tiny feet. When you found out you were pregnant, Thoma was over the moon. He had picked you up and twirled you around the room, his eyes sparkling with joy and tears.

The months leading up to this moment were filled with anticipation and preparation. Thoma took over most of the household chores, insisting you take it easy. He would cook your favorite meals, rub your feet after a long day at work, and read to the baby every night before bed.

“Do you think they can hear me?” he’d ask, resting his head on your growing belly.

“I’m sure they can,” you’d reply, running your fingers through his hair. “They probably already love you as much as I do.”

As the months went by, Thoma made sure every detail was perfect for the baby’s arrival. He painted the nursery in soft pastel colors, assembled the crib, and even sewed little outfits. He was the epitome of a doting husband and expectant father.

But despite the joy, there were moments of fear. The slight pains that started a few weeks ago had you worried. “It’s probably nothing,” you’d tell yourself, but deep down, a gnawing anxiety grew. You’d mentioned it to Thoma, but he’d always reassure you.

“It’s normal to feel some discomfort,” he’d say, holding your hand. “But if it gets worse, promise me you’ll see a doctor.”

Now, seeing the blood, you felt the weight of all those worries crashing down on you. “Thoma,” you called weakly, then loudly like there was some eldritch horror in your bathroom. You run out, a wheep piercing your throat for a good cry. Groans echoed the walls as cramping turned into stabbing in your stomach. Your husband quickly rushed to you, panicked by your meekly body on the floor.

“Y/N!” Thoma held you in his arms, his eyes shot with worry. “What happened? Are you okay? Is the baby okay?”

His concern, archons, you could almost hate the man for saying those words. Unable to blink away the tears, you let a sob out from your quivering lip. “No, no, it’s,” he let you cling onto him as you muffled your cries. “They’re…” you can’t bring yourself to say it. Thankfully, he catches on quickly—because why else would you be sobbing on the floor about the baby if not for this?

Thoma, at a loss for words, continues to comfort you in any way he can. He hugs your head on his chest as you sob into him. He rubs your shoulders in hopes to calm you down. All while he was staring at nothing, lost in his own despair.

You both had been looking forward for this baby since you announced your pregnancy. It was all you could talk about before going to sleep. Casper would’ve been their name, and their first best friend would’ve been Taroumaru. Would’ve been.

“They’re gone—Casper…” you cried softly, pained voice muffled in his shirt.

Those words brought an unbelievable amount of pain to Thoma, like a cannonball hit him after he was shot with an arrow. He closed his blurring eyes and let a tear fall on his cheek. He wanted to say it was okay, but it really wasn’t. He and you were not okay, this is not okay. You had just lost your child, your bearing fruit that had been carefully nurtured the day your period didn’t come.

All of it, wasted because of a stressful day, he thought. He blames the work atmosphere, he blames your coworkers for not helping out, he blames the clients for being assholes.

But you were blaming yourself. You should’ve been more careful, more mindful of your limits. You shouldn’t have accepted to handle those clients. You should’ve been stronger for your baby. You blame yourself for destroying a child’s home because you weren’t strong enough.

Through hiccups and sobs, you say, “I’m so sorry, Thoma.”

Your husband snaps back to reality, focusing his attention to you, his beloved spouse who was crumbling before him. “It’s not your fault, Y/N, no need to apologize.”

“But I messed everything up; I got stressed and…” flashbacks of your blood haunt your mind. The aching pains in your stomach didn’t seem to help. Thoma gently lifted your face to meet his eyes, his own filled with tears but also with unwavering love and support.

"Y/N, don't you dare blame yourself for this," Thoma whispered, his voice breaking. "This is not your fault. You did everything you could for our baby. Sometimes... sometimes these things just happen, and when it does, there’s no stopping it. We’ll get through this together, okay?"

His words, though true, were hard to accept in the moment. But Thoma's embrace, his warmth, and his unwavering presence started to chip away at the heavy burden of guilt you carried.

The evening turned somber, the dinner forgotten as you and Thoma held each other, sharing in the profound loss of your unborn child. The future you had envisioned with Casper now seemed like a distant dream, replaced by a void of sadness and longing.

“I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry, too.”

—the end.—

[axolotlwrites]

Banging the Thing In The Dark

Male!Reader X Eldritch Being

CW: You fuck an eldritch horror, Reader has a penis, reader penetrates The Horrors™, slight horror but nothing too heavy, monsterfucking, smutty as hell, not really proofread, formatted on mobile

Heyo! I made this piece a little while back while I was bouncing some ideas off a friend of mine. It's fairly small, and not really based on any OC or solid concept, just a fun little thing I made when a stroke of inspiration hit.

It was really fun doing some more freaky and abstract stuff, so I'll probably make more.

Have fun!

(also I'm totally making a Warframe fanfic when 1999 drops and you can bet on it)

The black wax of the candles on the end tables next to either side of the bed smelled faintly of lavender, as you sat, cross-legged. You shuffled gently, as you breathed slowly, and softly. A cool breath leaves your puckered lips, before you close your eyes.

You'd done this ritual a hundred times now. It was simple, once you finally memorized the runes. Slowly, you breathe again, proceeding to speak in a silent tongue.

Silent to you, that is.

You held your own tongue, afterwards. Any words would disrupt the summoning, and any movement would ruin the sheets under you. You could see the glowing light behind your eyelids, dark and blue, like the glow of a TV screen.

Then, slowly, you felt a weight on the bed. It defied comprehension, just like everything else about them, being both heavy and light, all at once, and never at the same time. You held your breath, as you felt its icy gaze, physically felt the void in the marrow of your bones as it laid its vision upon you. It crawled closer, arms near your sides, weight shifting as it moved.

It was here, the summoning finished. And so, you spoke. “Good evening.” Somehow, you felt it eat up the words, then spit them back up, returning the introduction in your own words, voice, and tone. Slowly, you felt the mass-less tendrils of the void, more nothing than something, graze across your already naked thighs.

You nodded at its response, hearing it speak once more, this time with the unique amalgamation of a million souls ringing out from its voice. “A pleasure, little one.” Its voice wavered and wheeled, as though it's vocal cords were only now formulating as they spoke. “An offering, tonight?”

You nodded again, silent, as you spread your legs, its mass trending up your thigh to your waiting, slowly hardening cock. You felt it hum, as it rubbed the mass against you, before ripping it away. “Good flesh. As always.” Suddenly, you feel as though you hear a million switches click into place, locking and unlocking, before it stops, as if all sound was suddenly cut. “You may open your eyes.”

You knew better than to disobey it, as you opened your eyes. Its form was made from the nothing it existed in, designed to resemble a human, but always with some stipulations. The details were never consistent, body parts changing as you saw them. It was almost impossible to perceive the fine details of its face, and the skin always seemed to sink into itself whenever you held your hands on it. The only consistent thing was the hole in its nothingness, the only thing about it that always felt the same. Well, when it was wrapped around you, that is.

It crawled over you, a shiver running across your body as it's mere presence sent your mind spiraling into submission, your body collapsing back onto the bed.

It always did like when you were helpless and malleable.

It's hand moved to your chest, collapsing against your flesh, a cold feeling running through your body. You feel as though something wraps around your heart, as it straddles you. “Pretty little thing. Easy to break…” It's “face” moved to your neck, a breath running across your skin, slathering the area in freezing cold as it finished, “...easy to consume.”

A chattering noise escapes it, as it leans back. Slowly, it's limbs contort, the abyss underneath its skin shifting, it looks back down on you. It's voice escapes, as it shivers on your lap. “Feel better moving, however. My little one.” It sounded… strained. If you didn't know better, didn't know what it was… you might have mistaken it for emotion.

Your thoughts were interrupted by its mass sinking down on you, your tip pressing dangerously close to its hole, a dripping black void slowly falling into droplets on your crotch and cock. A deal was to be made, after all, and it didn't like to be made waiting.

As it sank down, it made no noise, before finally letting out a long, drawn-out moan as it took you all the way to the base. The insides of its hole moved and clenched, as it took you inside. It was slimy, warm… and it felt better than anything you could find with a human. The feeling was deeper than the skin, than the nerves or the flesh of your cock, the pleasure stretched all the way to your soul, as you whined out in pleasure. And when it started to move, you whimpered and arched your back against it, your crotch sinking into its skin, allowing you to get even deeper than you thought possible.

It's movements were jittery, sharp, like it was attempting to ride you but could only emulate the general motion. It didn't matter, as it's hole had a mind of its own, the warmth running along your entire shaft as it throbbed with purpose. You could feel it staring down at you as it moved, silent. A lack of auditory encouragement might've stopped you to ask what was wrong, but as it moved atop you, it twitched, it's hands roaming you as it feasted on the warmth of your skin like a parasite.

It was clearly enjoying itself atop you, it's body seeming to come apart at the seams as it's twitching got faster. “This sweet feeling… ecstasy…” It's voice fell apart as it spoke, devolving into charged, violent moans. It dove into your neck, it's face settling in the crook of your neck as a strange sensation overcame you. It kept riding you, milking you as you felt its body sink into yours.

It's flesh seemed to collapse against you, absorbing your skin into itself as it collapsed in pleasure. You both kept moving, the end approaching closer. But clearly, it was already finishing, it's hole bringing you even deeper into its body as it worked through climax to finish you off.

You didn't need to ask. You already knew what it wanted you to do, already knew that it needed your cum to be satisfied. So, as it brought you to the edge, you gleefully let yourself tumble off the cliff.

You could feel your mind literally melt and clump back together, jumbled in pieces. You felt sensations that can't be described, all along your body as you temporarily became one with a beast beyond comprehension. You felt it's body collapse around yours, a black ooze covering your body as you spurted out into nothingness. Then, and only then, as you experienced what could only be described as ascension, did it allow you to pull out.

You panted and breathed against your pillow, recovering as it slowly returned to form. It removed itself from your neck, it’s face coming to rest light, oozing kisses across your jaw. “I am satisfied, little one.” It always said that, so plainly and simply, like it was always a certainty.

And knowing this thing, maybe it was.

And then, just like that, it vanished. Had you no confidence in your own faculties, and had there not been those kisses on your neck, still oozing and dark, you might have come to the conclusion that you were insane.

And then, a strangled, silent whisper reverberated through your mind. “Don't miss me too much, little one. Summon me again, in your time.” Finally, you stood. A shower sounded nice.

[sneezeywheeze]

Arcana headcannon shit

(Because that’s what this account is gonna be ong)

~~ Headcannons for: the m6 with a gender-fluid partner

🔮Asra🔮

- understands this part of you better than anyone

- their own gender is pretty fluid, so they get it

- probably feel when you’re leaning one way through heart connection, so may adjust pronouns to that if you want

- absolutely chaotic with pet names to affirm you

- “yes, pumpkin bread?”

- “of course, my ethereal”

- absolutely chaotic with pet names

- “long time, no see, my eldritch tome”

- “did you eat today, my horrifyingly phantasmal amalgamation?”

- will help you with illusion magic to change how you wish to present, based on how you’re feeling

⚙️Nadia⚙️

- has the most fun with the challenge of dressing you based on how you’re feeling

- “you’d look most dashingly beautiful in a suit at the next ball- ah, or, I imagine we could send for a dress that masculinizes you quite nicely. Would you like that, dear?”

- loves the confusion on peoples’ faces when she introduces you as her wife to someone who knew you as her husband, or vice versa

- would find a nice neutral title for you to take as the spouse of the countess, perhaps settling on simply court mage if you’d like to take it on.

- would definitely invent something to help you present how you wish to in the moment- something like a binder that turns into a corset with the pull of a ribbon, or a suit that can turn into a dress with a simple twirl

- if you have a pronoun preference for a day, she will do her best to ensure the whole palace (and then some) know of it to ensure utmost comfort, even if you don’t mind someone using a pronoun that you might not use that day (you’d need to assure her that it is not necessary to make such widespread news)

🗡️Julian🗡️

- calls you his bisexual dream

- you mean he gets to woo a beautiful maiden AND fall into the arms of a dashing savior AND they’re the same person AND they’re his love (you)????

- oh gods he is in heaven

- cannot figure out what to call you for the life of him. He already struggled with relationship titles, but now there’s another layer

- “Aha! I’d love for you to meet my, uhm… my (y/n).”

- “Has anyone seen my.. uh.. companion?”

- eventually gets the hang of it, leaning into the poetic aspect such a challenge provides

- “ah! There’s my divine soulmate. I’ve missed you, dear.”

- finds out he’s a little fluid with his gender with your help (drag. He does drag. He loves it.)

🌿Muriel🌿

- Words are hard.

- same problem as Julian, but since he’s shyer about labeling himself publicly (not shy about being your lover, of course, he’s just not the type to scream his affections to the whole world) he tends to just refer to you by your name

- stutters when someone asks what your relationship with him is

- “They’re my… uh.. we’re.. uhm.. l-lovers.”

- since societal expectations for gender don’t mean shit to him, he thinks nothing of when you explain it to him.

-literally does not understand why this would be a tough concept to anyone

- doesn’t understand why your switching gender changes things about your day (like how you dress), but supports you nonetheless.

- tries his best to affirm you on the topic

- “your hair looks.. uh.. man-ish like that. It’s… nice..”

🐈Portia🐈

- very fluid in her gender presentation !

- loves watching people try and figure out if you’re a wlw, mlm; or straight couple when you’re out together

- way too cheesy and sweet about it

- “well, you’re my everything, so of course you have to be every gender too.”

- makes jokes (never at your expense) and thinks she’s funny (she is and isn’t)

- “do you think if we put you in a block of ice you’d become a gender solid?”

- “ I saw the prettiest man, the handsomest woman, and a non-binary delight the other day- oh, look, there’s (MC) now!”

- loves doing your makeup to help with your presentation

- always tries to get a little gender-fucky with it tho

- “okay I know you’re wearing a dress and going for a feminine look, but wouldn’t it be so so cute if we have you a mascara mustache?”

👑Lucio👑

- gets it the least of everyone ngl

- “so.. You’re a man who likes to be a woman sometimes? Oh! Like a drag Queen!”

- “ what do you mean you don’t wanna wear matching outfits? Clothes don’t have gender, babe.”

- supportive in a way where he’s sometimes (most times) a little stupid

- would love to do your makeup as well, but would not grasp the concept of gendered makeup well

- “okay hold still I’m gonna do your eyeliner- a small wing?? It’s makeup, MC! It’s meant to be showy! Ugh, fine.”

- however, will verbally berate someone if they get your pronouns wrong for how you’re feeling, despite being told it’s not a big deal

~~~

If you liked these, feel free to suggest more HC’s!!

[theresattrpgforthat]

Is there a TTRPG that allows for the “Youths Having Fun Being Fantastic” “genre” of works like Persona 5 and Codename: Kids Next Door combined with the aesthetic of Digimon: Cyber Sleuth and early Bakugan? I’m sorry if I sent this one before, I forgor :(

THEME: Fun, Fantastic Youths.

Hello there, so I had to do a little bit of research to see what kind of tied these pieces of media together. What I looked for was games about kids with something special about them, a lighthearted tone, and an anime art style. I tried to focus on games that were set in the modern day, but not everything in this list matches that qualification.

Shepherds, by AirkSeablade.

Shepherds is a tabletop RPG about young members of a League of professional do-gooders, who strive to protect the peace and safety of ordinary people.  These young Shepherds will forge bonds of trust with each other, grow and mature as people, and possibly foil some evil plots along the way.

Shepherds puts us into a fantasy history where technology is starting to change the world around you. Your characters are young members of a special organization, with special training or abilities to help them protect the people around them. The author describes the genre as “hopeful fantasy”, inspired by the “Tales of _” video games and the Trails/Kiseki video game line.

System-wise, the game is Powered by the Apocalypse, which means that you only need 2d6 to play, and your characters will draw from a series of Moves in order to find out what happens next, with various categories for action scenes, relationship-building, moving through various in-game processes, and using magic.

The Magical Land of Yeld, by Yeldstuff.

Somewhere there is a door to a magical land. A land of secrets and treasure. Of exploration and adventure. Where children can become heroes, discover their inner strength and stand against monsters and magic. And once you enter, the only thing you have to fear is that you can never go home!

The Magical Land of Yeld is a multi-session tabletop roleplaying game focusing on adventure, hero building and shared storytelling. Like the classic console games we love, adventures in Yeld are designed to allow you to explore colorful and strange lands, seek out secret dungeons and temples and challenge powerful boss monsters as your characters grow to unlock new skills and discover more powerful weapons and treasure.

The main features of The Magical Land of Yeld that I think connect to your request is the fact that you are playing children, and that your children have magical abilities. However, the setting is decidedly fantastic, rather than taking place in the modern day - although if you like the secret worlds of Persona, you might find the isekai themes in this game to be adjacent to what you’re looking for. Similar to Kids Next Door, there’s always a threat of no longer being a child - although instead of turning into an adult, you’re in danger of turning into a monster. If you want a game with cartoon-ish threats but high stakes, you might like The Magical Land of Yeld.

Oddity High, by Derek Ehlmann.

You're a high school student that's probably nowhere close to being ordinary. Whether you’re dealing with aliens, psychics, ghosts, demons, eldritch gods or sentient cats is up to you - but whatever it is, you’re in the thick of it. Fortunately, by happenstance or by design, you’ve got a gang of like-minded, equally-abnormal friends at your side - and with their help, you’ve got a fighting chance at surviving it. Just don’t forget that you’re also going to need to survive high school, as well.

Oddity High is powered by the Apocalypse Engine, the system used by legendary and award-winning games such as Dungeon World, Monster of the Week, The Sprawl, Urban Shadows, Fellowship, and many, many more.

The Persona games are one of the many inspirations behind this game, about teenagers with abnormal powers. You combine your high-school type playbook with another, stranger playbook called your Other-Life playbook. Many of these playbooks are nods to various tropes in anime, such as masked superheroes, kids with the ability to re-write reality, or someone in control of another entity that is vastly more powerful than any human being.

Judging by the references for this game, Oddity High might lean a little more to the serious side than the goofy side, but if you want really larger-than-life anime hi-jinx, you might want to check out this game.

Clash! Shounen Battle Roleplay, by Sabrina Hawthorne.

CLASH! Shonen Battle Roleplay is a Tabletop Roleplaying Game about dramatic fights and the dramatic emotions those fights represent. It’s a game inspired by classic anime & manga like One Piece, Bleach and Naruto. Play as big, bombastic characters with all sorts of cool powers, facing off against pirates, monsters, and other powerful people just like you.

Shounen manga feels very fitting for games and media like Bakugan, Digimon, and Persona 5, which is why CLASH might have something of what you’re looking for. Your characters will all have cool powers and you’ll be constantly jumping into fight scenes, sinking your emotions and beliefs into the conflict. This is a game meant to be colourful and bold, with an emphasis on teamwork and being heroic.

Right now the game is in play-test, so there isn’t really any art to accompany the game. However, the game is pay-what-you-want while it’s in play-test, so you can check it out for free to see if the themes of the game resonate with what you’re looking for.

Cosmic Ray Kids, by Hedgemaze Press.

Cosmic Ray Kids is a single-page (front and back) atomic-age adventure roleplaying game for all ages. Play as superpowered youngsters who fight the forces of evil with heroics and heart! If you like The Powerpuff Girls, Fantastic Four, or Teen Titans Go!, you’ll love Cosmic Ray Kids!

Cosmic Ray Kids emulates the goofy, over-the-top mood of Saturday morning cartoons, with simple rules and a push-your-luck system that always has you trying to balance how much you want to risk. This is a great game for villains as goofy and gonzo as Father or The Delightful Kids From Down The Lane from Kids Next Door. It’s not necessarily styled in the same way as Persona 5 or Bakugan as - written, but I think it’s a light enough game that you could create your own setting that matches closer to what you’re looking for.

You might also want to check out….

Vibe Check, by Ostrichmonkey Games.

Powered by Cereal, by bismuth.

Teenagers with Attitude, by CardboardHyperfix.

Under the Neighbourhood, by Quest Friends.

[esoterichistoria]

Confession: I feel like lennabel is lowkey the weakest part of the comic. Yes its the selling point and the focus and everything but everything else like the misfits/lenores friendships, the spectres, all the side characters and backstories (especially lenores), the history of the school/where they are all way more interesting. And then oh heres another y/a "toxic but not actually because uhhh its hawt" ship. They have a secret conversation about the game or fodder or whatever. Or their "history" which is lenore forced to hang out with her and then being left with a bunch of insults? With lenore and her friends we see them grow and bond together but with lennbel they just hug or kiss or something. Why does lenore like annabel? Because...pretty? Because she gets all in lenores face? She always ignores what lenore has to say and literally tried to kill her friend without telling her. Like every other aspect of the comic is super neat and intriguing but The Ship is whatever. If lenore could just seriously break it off with her after what happened it wouldn't drag the story down anymore but it wont both cause spoilers and cause its what the whole marketing of the comic is.

I might get attacked for this, but I’m starting to ship Lennabel less and less as the comic progresses (Funny coming from a Mourn pfp), I enjoy them as individual characters and seeing their relationship progress but they’re not my “ship type”. It also seems like things aren’t going to end well for them, given that this a gothic story and their views are too different from each others.

I would also like to know more about the other characters and the setting as a whole, especially the deans (I love eldritch horror).

I think it’s fair to say that the reason we probably aren’t seeing more is because we are approaching a climax. As a writer myself, I feel like we are approaching something big that will reveal a few questions we might have about the academy and such.

This comic was sold as a “gothic sapphic horror romance” so that’s why its ship focused, but I really would like to see Lenore’s relationship with the misfits get stronger, and for Annabel to hopefully make a friend outside of Lenore.

I think it’s safe to say to just wait and see what will happen.

What are all of your opinions on this?

Edit: I just want to mention that I never said I hated White Raven, it’s just not my “ship type” but their relationship is interesting and I would like to see how their story progresses. Yes, I know that it’s a romance story. I guess I just don’t like how the fandom goes insane about them and is quick to hate on the other characters for “getting in the way”.

[bone-apple-teeths]

everyone talks about a malevolent x tma crossover like the blorbos would all get along? like sorry to break it to you podcast girlies but jon would be scary as shit to arthur and john, jon could probably see what john is and be absolutely horrified, and martin would be like "yeah smite em!" or something.

like youre telling me that the guy with a gun and an trauma-rooted hatred for cultists people who serve terrible powers in exchange for being given some of that power would be buddies with Jonathan "avatar of an eldritch fear god feed it or it will feed on you im a monster" Sims? that he wouldnt antagonize the fuck out of him? that he would even for a second, after everything he and john have gone through and all the horrible murder-y people theyve met, would trust the eyeball man?

and youre trying to tell me jon in turn wouldnt try to slurp a statement out of arthur (or even john) and leave him even more traumatized? even if it wasn't intentionally malicious, its his nature, and i think itd end pretty badly any way you spun it.

and i mean i know even in the worst of season five jon had a pretty strong moral compass and didnt like killing avatars, but martin really had no qualms with it, so if it came down to self defense or protecting martin..

i love them all equally so much but jarthur are desperate and not to be fucked with and will do literally whatever it takes to survive and jmart are legitimately terrifying nonhumans with fear-based superpowers. the only thing they have in common is the Britishness and the liking of poetry but i doubt that they would have the chance to talk about either of those things in the wild (*cough cough* the dreamlands)

anyways place your bets in the tags who would win: the cold, calculated demeanor of someone not to fuck with or the gay apocalypse wizards.

[eldritch-spouse]

https://www.tumblr.com/eldritch-spouse/695853333916909568/pinnie-my-boyfriend-broke-up-with-me-because-he?source=share

Laughs in "too insecure and alert to ever get in a relationship".

Guess not lmao (no hate)

Anyways cheers 🍺 to your relationship

Thenk you, anon! :Y

Yeah, shit changes. I don't have a habit of getting too personal in this blog but I've never been good with self-confidence up until a few years ago.

I hit the bottom of the barrel, got help, and it's been a ride up ever since then thankfully.

To be fair, the relationship kind of "fell out of the sky", because your girl here is so incredibly dense to flirtation that my partner had to be hilariously direct after three years of on and off subtleties that just did not land. He also had a habit of staring very intensely without meaning to, which consistently made me feel as if he was angry at me- Something we now laugh about.

Surprisingly, after a rocky period of a lot of emotional instability (probably panic) and personal growth, this relationship has helped my sense of worth (in a healthy way, of course, that doesn't hinge on another person's view of me) and confidence in my bonds with people in my life.

All of this in an incredibly (to me) short span of time, which is kind of amazing to think about.

[uraichievents]

Monday, June 26th, 2023 - Sunday, July 2nd, 2023

~

General Info

What is UraIchi Week?

It’s a week-long fanworks event to promote the Urahara Kisuke x Kurosaki Ichigo ship. There’s no sign-up, it’s just for fun, and everybody can participate. Completed works and wips are both acceptable, and any type of fanwork (fanfic, fanart, gifsets, etc.) is welcome. NSFW and/or potentially trigger-y content is allowed, although please remember to tag your works properly.

The ship itself can be written romantically or platonically so long as it stars these two characters together in some way. Poly ships are also fine so long as Ichigo and Kisuke are still the focus of the fanwork. And crossovers and fusions are also allowed even if it isn’t one of the given prompts for the event. Basically, anything goes, and the only criteria is that it has to be UraIchi-centric.

Posting:

For those of you with Tumblr, you can tag your stuff with #UraIchi Week 2023 in the first five tags of your post. I’ll be tracking that tag so I’ll see it and reblog it to this blog. (If it’s been a few days since you posted and I still haven’t reblogged it, something probably went wrong, Tumblr’s not always reliable, so just shoot me an ask about it and I’ll reblog it.)

For those of you with AO3, I will create a collection a day or two before the event starts, and you’ll be able to add your work to the collection when you post. (I’ll toss up a notice for everyone once the collection is up.)

And of course we have our Discord server (link is on the sidebar) so if you want to come and talk about what you’re working on or you just want to chat, feel free to join us there!

At this point, the UraIchi Server has definitely gotten a lot bigger than just UraIchi, but we do still have channels dedicated to UraIchi events.

~ Themes

The votes are in and tallied so here are the results that everyone’s been waiting for! It’s your choice whether or not you want to make a fanwork that includes all the themes of that day, or a fanwork for each theme, or a fanwork for just one. You can make something for each day of the week or just one or two days. And if your fanwork doesn’t fit any of the themes, there’s a Creator’s Choice option on the last day so feel free to bring your own ideas to this event. All prompts can be interpreted any way you want as well, it’s entirely up to you, any extra bits I’ve added is just to help get those inspiration bunnies hopping.

An extra note about the sentence prompts: feel free to change the tenses and pronouns as it suits you. If you’re inspired by a sentence prompt, then of course you should include it in your fic (as opposed to the quote prompts which are just inspiration in a general-theme-of-your-work sort of way), but if you need to change the tense from present to past, or if you’re doing a genderbend fic and need to change the pronoun, that’s perfectly fine.

And now here are the prompts:

June 26th, 2023 - Day 1: the passage of time is a game-changer, for better or for worse

Time Travel AU / Dimension Travel AU

"At this point, I've died so many times, once more isn't going to make a difference."

Post-Canon AU

"This isn't your responsibility." / "It isn't yours either."

June 27th, 2023 - Day 2: o if only the dead could speak— you would hear the stories they could tell, of the terrible things we did for love

Loyalty Kink

"Him or the world? That's easy."

Oaths / Vows

"Everything I've ever let go of has claw marks on it." - David Foster Wallace, Infinite Jest

June 28th, 2023 - Day 3: is there really so great a difference, between man and martyr and monster?

vs. Gotei 13 AU

"You could at least keep your pet killer on a leash."

Mafia AU

"Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you look when considering violence?" - Terry Pratchett, Going Postal

June 29th, 2023 - Day 4: i was never human to begin with (you made sure of that)

Feral

Eldritch/Horror/Supernatural Elements AU

Binding Contracts

"Is it better to out-monster the monster or to be quietly devoured?" - Friedrich Nietzsche

June 30th, 2023 - Day 5: our love was forged across battlefields (we fought for every bit of it, every single day)

Soulmates AU

"I want you to stay. Am I still not being clear enough?"

Arranged Marriage AU

"We accept the love we think we deserve." - Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower

July 1st, 2023 - Day 6: redemption or destruction— which one will you be to me?

Touch-Starved Character(s)

"I've forgotten how to be kind."

Mask

"I desire the things that will destroy me in the end." - Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

July 2nd, 2023 - Day 7:

Creator’s Choice!

[anxietyishere]

HERE IS THE Y/N I MADE, THIS IS BASICALLY THEM IN THEIR LESS SPOOKY FORM (ILL DO THEIR MORE SPOOKY FORM EVENTUALLY WHEN IM BETTER AT DRAWING HORROR),

somes basic stuff about this y/n

•an old eldritch horror, spawned by the growing hate, sadness, and fear of humans(basically spawning from negative energy),

•does stuff that comes off as creepy without realizing its creepy or weird, such as starring at people intensely, nibbling on people(most of the time affectionately, sometimes just to see how a person will react), and crawling on the ceiling.

•prone to outbursts of aggression when put under extreme stress, or when overwhelmed.

•prone to borrowing the nightlights, blankets, and pillows from the daycare when it's not nap time, to make a nest in which they will probably take a multi-hour long nap in

•has probably tried to eat metal out of curiosity

•can purr, purrs the most when sleepy/starring at something they like

•they use all pronouns, but have a slight preference for neutral terms like they or it, cus they a lil creature:>

•extremely stealthy but doesn't realize it

•extremely curious, sometimes to a bad degree

!MORE STUFF IM ADDING NOW :D!

•autistic lil skrunkly

•will temporarily 'adopt' any kids that are sad, easily overwhelmed, or shy, and if that kid doesn't like how loud or bright the daycare is they pick the kid up by their scruff (aka their shirt), and will carry them to a less loud area of the daycare where the lights are a bit more dim,

•probably cries every time one of their favorite kiddos has to leave

•will hiss at anyone they don't like- especially if their around a kid who also doesn't like the person they don't like

•has definitely stolen some things from the lost and found if they don't get picked up after a couple of days,

•likes to give people head pats as it's the form of psychical touch, due to it being the most comfy way for them to show affection :)

•likes sweets to a mildly concerning degree (seriously, they steal all the donuts once the pizza plex closes for the night, their excuse is that they get thrown out the next day anyways because their deemed no longer fresh.)

•their face can split- but to not scare the kids they always keep their face together,

•since fazbear entertainment quite literally could not remove them from the daycare, they lied about y/n's existence by saying their a very life like animatronic so that they wouldn't get sued

•an absolute cuddle bug when given affection by people they trust, like seriously they go full loaf mode, your not getting up anytime soon

•baps things they don't like, like a cat (don't worry they make sure to be gentle :>)

•puts stickers on their friends, pink stickers = best friends, only Sun and Moon have pink stickers, purple stickers = close friends, Monty and Vivian(aka one of the staff bots), have these stickers, blue stickers = people their friends with, chica has this sticker, green stickers = acquaintances, Freddy, Vanessa, Gregory, and some of the staff bots, yellow stickers = people they don't know well enough to have an opinion on, staff bots, mechanics, and Bonnie, red stickers = people they mildly dislike, one mechanic has this sticker, and no one else.

•shockingly good at picking up and noticing how people are feeling.

•doesn't talk much, but when they do it's usually jokes, rambling about stuff they like, calling something cute(especially if it's a cool/cute outfit), and when their comforting people

•some days their more coherent, other days their sleepy and act like a big ol' cat,

•loves Halloween, will scare the teens and adults on purpose for the entirety of October

•also loves Valentines day since they like the fact they get chocolate, doesn't care much for the romance part of it though, mostly cus they don't have a partner

•big enough that it's impossible for a human to knock them over/push them, which is useful when there's an aggressive or loud parent

Hope u enjoy!! And I hope to potentially make this into a lil series, no promises tho, I don't wanna make any promises I might not keep.

[devastator1775]

In the face of eternity, we found solace with each other

Request from anon who wanted to see me write some Vuzi.

Summary:

200 years had passed since the Absolute Solver had been defeated and peace was brought to Copper-9. things like eldritch AI, JCJenson (IN SPAAAAACEE!!!!) and disassembly drones had become the stuff myth and legends. Two drones remained that remembered what used to be and what they had lost. And tonight, they were on their way to make a visit to a special, never forgotten friend.

It was a rather beautiful night on Copper-9. The usual storms had subsided for clear skies and a cold, but calm breeze. At this hour most Drones had retired into their homes for the night. Families spending time together and enjoying the peace their world had achieved in the last two centuries. But not everyone was at home. Two Drones walked on the lonely road, walking towards where the Old Colony used to be.

One of them – V, a former Disassembly Drone – noticed her companion had been quiet for a long time. Normally, she wouldn’t shut up. “Hey, you okay, Uzi?”

No answer. Uzi Doorman kept her gaze on the road, her expression in deep thought.

“Hey, Purple thing!” V smacked her cane against Uzi’s side, nearly making herself topple over. No matter how many repairs she underwent, her leg never did back to the way it was after she had survived the Sentinel attack, all those years ago. Small price to pay for peace …if she didn’t count all the rest as well.

Uzi snapped out her thoughts and gave V a sheepish grin. “Y-yeah, I’m fine…” she began. She let out a long, wistful sigh. “It’s just …you know?”

V smiled softly. “Yeah …I know.” She paused for a moment. “You still wanna do this?”

“You know I do, V.”

“Yeah, still wanted to ask for prosperity’s sake or something profound like that.”

“That doesn’t make sense.”

“Neither do you most of the time, and I’m still here, aren’t I?”

“Bite me.”

“Later.”

The two giggled, soon falling back in a comfortable silence. This night marked the 200th year of the Absolute Solver’s defeat and the end of the horror Worker Drones endured under the constant threat of Murder Drones coming for their oil.

Yes, they had won that day …and lost just as much. N …hadn’t survived the fight. He had given his life, so that Uzi and all the Worker Drones of Copper-9 had a future. Uzi had hated him for that, as well as she loved him for it. Even 200 years later, it still stung, even if she had a happy life, despite it all.

Uzi and V soon reached their destination: a hill overlooking the Old Colony, where a grave stone was erected. N’s gravestone. Uzi knelt down in front of it, with V resting a hand on her shoulder to give her a comforting squeeze. Neither Drone uttered a word. No tears, no one-sided conversation, no flowers – not that they’d survive C9’s poison air – or anything else. After two centuries, there was nothing new to say …just the comfort the yearly routine brought them. Something to remember everyone they’d lost.

V and Uzi were probably the only Drones left of that generation. Their relationship always had a rocky start, but things escalated soon after the defeat of the Solver. When V was found a few days later after that, Uzi had been livid. N was gone, but V had somehow managed to get away from the Sentinels and only ended up with a busted leg? It didn’t seem fair to her and she had screamed it in the Disassembly Drone’s face.

Meanwhile, V blamed Uzi for essentially making her the last of her kind. Not only was N gone, but J …hadn’t taken the news that Tessa never was Tessa too well. In a fit of madness, the workaholic Drone had charged at the Solver, trying to hurt it for taking away her Tessa. She went out quick, but fighting.

They didn’t spoke to each other in weeks, but as time went on they couldn’t just keep ignoring each other. They both needed to mourn and no-one could better understand what the other was going through than …well, one another. So, they started small, with apologies and went on from there. Small talk become conversation and conversation eventually evolved into a true friendship.

But they would soon find out how much more their lives had changed. After they had defeated the Absolute Solver – and after they had given N a proper burial – the first change they noticed was the lack of hunger for oil. No longer did they needed liquid sustenance the Drones’ life blood provided. But it would be years before they’d notice the other, permanent change in both of them.

A worker Drone didn’t age in a traditional, but still their programming evolved with the years, in a way maturing as time went on. Their bodies also aged, that was just the natural way of Dronekind. Parts and component would wear out, repairs and regular maintenance would become less and less effective. Eventually …a Worker Drone would reach the end of its life and …die.

Not Uzi.

Not V.

They remained as they were, their bodies and programming frozen in the moment Uzi severed the connection between them and the Solver. Forever young, forever going. Uzi had tried to deny it, but as time went on she couldn’t ignore the signs. It all seemed to go so fast. Her dad got older, his memory started to fade and eventually came the day that she had to bury him. All of their friends – Lizzy, Thad and many others – graduated, got married, started families, got older and …well, it was just the natural way of life.

For them.

Not for Uzi. Not for V.

As time went on and more of their friends grew old while they remained young, it really started to feel like all they had was each other. And soon, friendship blossomed into something more and it wasn’t long before they shared their first kiss witch each other. It wasn’t until their last friend’s funeral that they decided to move away from the Colony. They found a little place, far away, to make their home together.

And time went on as always. With the humans extinct and no eldritch AI trying to destroy all sentient life in the universe, the Worker Drones of Copper-9 were ready to rebuild their civilization. Soon, ruins were rebuild and new cities rose from the ground. Drone life flourished on Copper-9. And soon, history became the stuff of myth and legends.

The present day Drones didn’t know about the Absolute Solver, JCJenson (In Spaaaace), Disassembly Drones and all the horrors of the past. It were scary stories to tell the dronelings before they went to bed, or something conspiracy theorists made poor-quality videos on Dronetube about.

All that was left of that era were two Ancient Worker Drones who hid in plain sight, and a gravestone hidden away.

V waited patiently as Uzi watched at N’s grave, her expression soft and sad. With a heavy sigh, Uzi eventually stood up, dusting off the dirt of her skirt. “Okay, I’m done. You, eh …want to say anything?”

V shook her head. What was there to say anymore? She missed him, as she did all their friends they had buried. But she was at peace and she knew he was too. She held out her hand. “Ready to go home?”

“One more thing….”Uzi said with a smile, taking hold of V’s hand. As she pulled herself towards her beloved, she raised herself on her tiptoes and planted a kiss on her cheek. “Okay, now I’m ready.”

“Careful there, Zi.” V warned playfully, blushing. “You might make N jealous.”

Uzi chuckled, but her expression soon turned worried. “Hey, eh, do you think…”

V titled her head. “What?”

“Nothing, it’s dumb.”

“Tell me, Love.”

Uzi bit her lower lip. “Do you think …do you think that N would …approve of us?”

“You know my answer.” A soft smile tugged on V’s lips and she pulled Uzi into a gentle embrace. It wasn’t the first time she had asked that question. It was only natural, considering the history she had with N, despite never haven gotten the chance to become a couple themselves. The first time the question came up was not too long after they officially had become a couple. She had repeated the question a few times after that. Then it came up a few times a year. Once a year. Once every few years. Once a decade.

Every time, V’s answer was the same.

“Are you kidding me? That lovable idiot would have loved nothing more than seeing you and me get sappy lovey-dovey with each other.” She responded with a smirk.

“Tactful as always, V.”

“But seriously …” V stroked a strand of hair out of Uzi’s visor. “N wanted you to be  happy. To find love and closure. With me, or anyone else.”

“It’s just …” Uzi took a deep breath. “I still miss him, so much. I still love him, and I don’t find it fair to you.”

This also wasn’t new to V.

“And I sometimes regret being too scared to be honest with my feelings for Lizzy and taking that next step with her.” V shrugged. She caressed Uzi’s cheek and held it between her hands, gazing lovingly into her visor. “But I never regret that I was honest with you about my feelings. I never regret making that first move.”

Uzi laughed. “Excuse me? I was the one that made the first move.”

“Nah, that’s just your memory core showing its age. Must be robo-dementia.”

“Oh, haha!” Uzi replied sarcastically. She wrapped her arms around V’s waist, burying her face in the latter’s chest. “I don’t regret us neither.”

“You better.” V replied softly, stroking Uzi’s hair. “I’m not letting you go, ever.”

“You better.” Uzi looked up from the embrace, giving V a soft smile. “I love you, V.”

“I love you too, Uzi.” V lifted her wife of the ground and kissed her passionately for a few moments, before both realized they weren’t really at an appropriate place for some PDA. After muttering a quick apology to the gravestone and saying their final goodbyes, they turned away to make their trek back from the Old Colony to New Colony City.

As they made their way through the silent and peaceful streets, they filled their time with small talk, sharing little stories they had told each other millions of time but always were eager to hear, their hands entwined.

“I think we’re far enough.” V announced as they reached the edge of the city. She brought Uzi’s hand to her lips and planted a kiss. “You ready, M’lady?”

Uzi giggled. “Always, you big sap.”

“Shut up.” V scooped up Uzi into her arms and deployed her wings, and with a powerful flap they both thrusted into the sky. Uzi really felt like screaming out in joy, but she didn’t want to risk waking up any inhabitants and draw attention to them. She instead opted by nuzzling against V’s chest, making herself comfortable as they went on their long flight back home.

She turned to give her old home a final look before she settled down in V’s arms. They had managed to keep attention away from them in this new era, hiding in plain sight for years. They needed to make new identities every now and then, reinvent who they were as persons, move away and start again. Afte two centuries, it had become their new normal.

If they had to face eternity, they at least could find peace that they had each other.

To find solace in each other’s embrace.

Now, and forever together.

[comicaurora]

any tips on how to write a non protagonist-y protagonist? (as in, a protagonist that is not at all the leader of the team, generally isn't the most Morally Righteous, and has more lancer characteristics than protag characteristics)

I could probably give helpful thoughts if the question was more specific, but this is hella broad. The protagonist is just the character who's the central focus of the story, there's nothing inherently heroic about the role. Following an unheroic lead can be compelling for all sorts of reasons, but they're all very specific to the character and story.

Just for a quick look into the scope of this question, a few examples: Hamlet is compelling because he's a Hot Mess in a world of slightly more lukewarm messes; Chicago is compelling because every protagonist is so spectacularly awful you're rooting for their success just so you can watch them crash and burn; Death Note is compelling for similar reasons, with the added bonus of watching two terrible people pitted against each other - but while stories with protagonists that are terrible people can be fun in a "watching a trainwreck" sort of way, there are also stories with unheroic protagonists that the audience hopes become more heroic, which is the entire pull of Logan, Mandalorian season 1, the early stages of The Last Of Us, and basically everything in the "serious grumpy dad" genre where we spend some time waiting for the damaged loner to figure out he's adopted a baby.

Tons of stories have main characters that aren't the leaders of whatever team they're on, and that can be fun because it gives them a leader to follow or rebel against - Hellsing Ultimate is all about the chain of command on both the protagonist and antagonist side, and the nominal main character Alucard is a morally incomprehensible eldritch abomination who's the scariest thing in the entire show. He's fun to watch because he's a literal living nightmare and every time a bad guy looks like they've got him on the ropes he just goes "neat" and farts out a hellhound or a knife tornado or something and rips them to shreds. Then there are about a million cop shows with a protagonist who's a Loose Cannon who Don't Play By The Rules, almost always defined by their rebellion against the exasperated leader who has a duty to actually follow and enforce the law. Copaganda aside, there's a lot of ways to write a character operating under a protagonist-y but potentially unhelpful authority.

Hell, if you squint, a ton of heroic characters are ultimately motivated by entirely selfish drives - which, if unpacked, end up looking very questionable in the morals department, despite the protagonist being a broadly likable person. Last Airbender has this in spades, with Aang's entire arc taking him from the starting motivation of "my responsibility as Avatar will stop me from having a life and I don't want that so I'll run away" to "my responsibility as Avatar is at odds with my Air Nomad philosophy against taking life and I don't want that so I'll find a way to stop Firelord Ozai without killing him". His initial motivation was obviously a lot less heroic, but through the entire story Aang holds onto his personal wants and desires, which is on paper a selfish and unheroic thing for the Chosen One to do - but in the context of Avatar, a war story about a group of children saving the world, it is the ultimate victory of the story that Aang and his friends don't have to sacrifice their personal happiness to win. The fact that Aang can still be a little bit selfish means that the war didn't take everything from him, and if he'd done the "heroic" thing of selflessly sacrificing his own spiritual needs to end the war as fast as possible, from a narrative standpoint it would've been a pyrrhic victory at best, because the Fire Nation would've succeeded in destroying him.

These are all wildly distinct stories, and trying to draw a few easy tips and tricks from them would be borderline impossible, since they're all doing "unheroic protagonist" in totally different ways.

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What's your favorite thing about spamton?

What's your least favorite?

If/when you imagine scenarios about him, which ones do you think are most notable

Hm, if i had to say, my favorite thing about him is simply the depth of story possible with him. He's been through alot story wise, so theres endless room for imagining scenarios of what he's done/experienced!

Actually, actually...no, my favorite thing about this guy is the horror of his story. The idea of some eldritch being offering a faustian bargain to someone, something never meant to break its protocol of simply doing what everyone else like him is supposed to do. I've heard the "Weird cup" analogy before, that if a cup suddenly decided it didn't want to say, hold liquid, it'd be a weird cup, and subsequentially be ostracized. Furthermore on the horror, the whole eldritch madness perspective on him (i presume) having caught a glimpse of the light world. The "ant seeing the world as a human, then becoming an ant again" post comes to mind. Probably a niche reference. Anyway, yeah, a combo of the two then, they go hand in hand for me.

Continuing under cut.

Least favorite, hm...can't say i have a specific "least favorite" thing about him, but i'll be thinking on that. He's been my main thinking character since ch2 came out, but i haven't really found a specific thing to hate i guess.

Recently, scenarios i've imagined about him have been focused on either his big shot era descent, or a begrudging reunion with the addisons from the street he first advertised on (thats for a later post). His BS era allows for a sort of psychological horror situation, his building paranoia over the idea that he'll be outed as a fraud, his slow change from just a weird addison to something that shouldn't exist digitally at all, half physical machine, half program even. The realization that he's alone in his thoughts, no one else has wanted to be someone else, they couldn't imagine being "something else", and that he's the single weirdest cup they've ever met.

And the addisons, the closest thing he had to actual friends, if only for a few years before he started his ascent. They've sorta experienced his whole arc firsthand, at least one of them must have stepped out of their protocol to go check his apartment at the manor. Maybe his actions leaked over to them, a secondhand smoke from a burning building that they couldn't help but breathe in. Maybe in a hushed voice, a meeting at the cyber grill, one of them would tell them that they want to know what he's seen. Like shrimp colors, cones of vision unpercieveable to anyone but him, "but can you describe its form?"

" What could you have seen, been told, experienced, to cause all this?"

"And, can i see it too?"

Aaaanyway, i got very off track, i tend to get a writer-y when i go on rants like this, so, sorry about that. I hope this is a fun read at least!

Thanks for the ask!