#she could be his knight in shining goth

[noxcheshire]

Given that Sam is friends with a hero who is often said to be meta-adjacent in dpxdc fics and Duke IS a meta (and a hero), do you think they might meet at a protest for metahuman rights?

Oh absolutely.

I feel like Duke wants better and if he can show that as both a vigilante and as a civilian? Then he will be right there fighting the good fight.

As for Sam, I think she’d go in understanding more because of Danny.

She had seen front row of a singular hero who tried so hard to do good with his powers, was taken advantage of, hurt, and lost due to that difference. She sees a lot of Danny in this situation and all those who are meta’s and though she is one of many in these protests, she feels united and proud that people want to do better for others no matter their differences.

And if it so happened one of those protests were one of the locations that the two happened to attend and become friends at?

[97keanu]

Digital Angel

Premise: In chapter four, we finally reconcile these two nerds into speaking again. A new deal is struck, and our two hackers might just be able to find love along the way. That is, if Neo can quell his new obsession with watching you without your knowledge…

Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Slowburn, eventual smut, loser!neo, perv!neo, goth!reader, hacker!reader, reader is trying to forget Neo existed, Neo is not going to let that happen, enemies to friends to lovers, stalking, obsession, themes of loneliness and longing.

Words: 2.4k

Read chapters 1-3 here! Be added to Neo’s taglist here!

Last night’s rain has begun to tame the heat of Chicago, which you now walk down without a care in sight. You bounce on platform heels that come up just under your knees, hair teased to delightful extremes, and a black lipped smirk that has strangers moving out of your way. You were sick of being holed up in your apartment for so long, waiting on some half assed ‘knight in shining armor’, or should you say, trench coat. Even though it still hurt that Neo ghosted you, after a few weeks, you had to move on. It was more important than any hacking case he sent you tonight, you needed to feel like yourself again, first and foremost.

You enter Club Hel and greet the bouncer, who of course asks where you have been. You shrug and give a nonchalant answer before moving towards the call of the dance floor inside. Nine Inch Nails blasts through the speakers, Reznor whispering all sorts of filthy things he would like to do to all who can listen. You find the beat in your body and join the other gothic souls trying to get lucky on a Friday night.

You grind into a girl who has bright purple hair and a lip piercing, she laughs along with you as you kiss along her neck and hold her hips into yours. Tonight was all about having fun, you’ve decided. Not to think about Neo and his stupid cute face and the way he has avoided you for so long. You instead, turn your attention to feeling the fishnets on the thighs of the girl dancing with you, and soon enough the wind changes and you’re happily dancing with someone else.

That’s what you liked about being here. That you were so free. Free to do what you pleased, enjoy others' company without even saying a word, perhaps even quell that deep pit of loneliness that has opened inside you with a kiss from a stranger. You do just that as someone else pulls you in, letting their drunken lips taste yours, red lipstick meeting your black ones.

You have no idea that while you forget your inhibitions, the person whose attention you want most is watching from the balcony…

———

Neo knew you were coming out tonight. He saw you getting ready through your webcam, and broke down and checked your IM’s to see where exactly you would be. That’s why he’s standing here, holding some kind of red liquid he doesn’t even really want to drink in a cheap black goblet. He leans his elbows on the balcony’s edge, looking down at the dance floor, watching as your lips connect with another’s. A part of him is pissed seeing this kind of behavior. He wants you all to himself, that much he has come to understand. The other part of him is turned on by watching your form move, tight black latex dress holding your curves better than any dance partner, the color glistening under the red lights.

Neo knows what he has to do. He has to get your attention, but he was never a good dancer. Or at least, he had never tried, he should say. This type of crowd was a place he had never been invited to before you, so the idea of going down there, working his way through the sweaty bodies, until he could plant himself there to grind against your lovely form, was a nightmare. He tried not to let his nerves get to him, instead watching you.

Despite initial jealousy, he knows he can’t be mad since you two aren’t officially dating, nor have you been on an official date whatsoever, no thanks to him. He was the one who got scared, who got too close to your flame that the warmth frightened him off. What could he expect from you? To have you wait forever? You were never the type, that much was easy to see. Instead, Neo finds himself appreciating that you kept doing what you do, being yourself in face of his rejection. It was really quite sexy actually.

He watches as you’re sandwiched between two other women, screaming out the lyrics to Love My Way by The Psychedelic Furs, full of life and laughter. Neo considers leaving, not ruining your night, letting you have fun with people your own age and all but forgetting about him besides the hacking projects you two complete together. Even that, he could try to turn away from, if it meant you more happiness. It was clear how down the whole situation had made you, too many nights spent all alone in your room, too many nights coming home early when you should have been out.

Letting you go would be the right thing to do.

But Neo has never done the right thing when it comes to you.

———

Your fair share of drinks have been bought for the night, and you feel the world around you move hypnotically. Your thoughts are lost in heavy bass and droning music, songs that you love coming on so you can shout your heart out without shame. You had almost forgotten that hole in your heart that had been consuming you the past few weeks.

That was until you felt a new pair of hands snake around your hips, fingers enjoying the feeling of the latex on your dress. You grind into the stranger as you have been doing, letting them feel your ass against them. To your surprise, they react differently than the other club patrons have been to such a move. Usually, you were being fondled and groped deeper when you invited it in such a way, but instead, the fingers of this stranger linger, slowly moving down your dress to touch your exposed thighs, almost marveling at how soft your skin feels there. Everything was perfect until you turned to see who this unusual, mysterious stranger was, your drunken eyes going wide with the sight.

There, in his best gothic attire(which wasn’t saying much), stood Neo. You looked into those dark eyes of his and could see there was caution there as well, as if he was unsure of how you would react to finding out your dance partner for the last minute or so was him.

“What are you doing here?” You blurt out over the speakers, confusion bringing your thin eyebrows together.

“Only place I knew you frequented.” He responded plainly, walking a bit as if to offer to find a better place to speak, knowing that a talk was in order.

You watch as he begins to move through the crowd of writhing bodies, and for a second you consider not following, letting him go after how cruel he’s been to you. Instead, you stomp after him on your platforms, wobbly after so many drinks.

You feel frustrated as he moves from you, making you physically chase after him now, not to mention ruining your night of fun away from thoughts of him by simply just being here. You two finally make it to a nearby booth, a few discarded drinks still sitting there, but Neo moves them to the side. You sit across from him, your chest bared and waist tight from your latex dress, putting you on almost full display in front of him. You hope he doesn’t think you dressed this way just for him to see.

“Look, I think an apology is owed…” He begins, looking around as if he’s nervous to be seen talking to you.

You almost scoff in his face. Who does this guy think he is?

”Um, yeah, I think it is,” you say bluntly, the liquor making you madder than you probably have a right to be in this situation. “You totally ran out on me.”

Once again, the thought that you two aren’t officially dating, so he doesn’t technically owe you anything as such crosses your mind. You throw that thought to the wind, you’re too pissed to care about the ethics of it all.

Neo hears your words, the tone in your voice, and looks down, fiddling with a black napkin that was sitting nearby. He opens his mouth to speak, his shoulders moving towards his ears as if to protect himself. He doesn’t know what to say, that much is clear.

“I just…” He tries to get out, but nothing more passes through his soft lips.

“Just? Just what Neo? Didn’t care if it hurt that you left without saying anything? Didn’t even want to come check on me at all? Just want to order me around to help you with your hacking, which I still haven’t seen a lick of pay from by the way.” You add the last part as an insult to injury here, crossing your arms underneath your breasts with a huff.

Not checked on you? If only you knew…

Neo clears his throat and puts a hand into the inner pocket of his trench coat. He pulls out a small, black bag. He passes it over the expanding space between the two of you on the table, then taps his fingers against it.

You say nothing, taking the bag and opening it. It was filled with cash, and from your short look through, enough to cover your rent for a few months or more. It was fair, for the work you’ve been doing. Your eyes glance up to where he sits nervously across from you.

“So, what? You grind up on me in the club just to hand me what you owe?” You say with snark.

“Hey, I seem to remember it was you who was doing the grinding.” He pipes back, holding up his hands in defense.

And in that second, you’re drunk enough to laugh out loud at the look on his face and the whole situation. This seems to calm his nerves for a second.

“Well, thank you, I guess,” You finally say, getting ready to stand and leave, seeing as there isn’t much else to talk about if he isn’t willing to talk about it.

As your hand moves across the table when you try to leave, Neo’s large one wraps around your wrist.

“Wait,” He starts, deep eyes looking into yours, a sense of pleading coming from him.

“You have every right to be mad at me. I shouldn’t have left when I did, and I especially should have reached out to you for more than just work after that night. I’m sorry.” He closes his eyes as he talks, as he’s afraid to see what your face will betray to him from being so open.

You say nothing, watching his eyes open, unable to contain seeing your reaction for that long, and you crack into a smile.

“Okay, okay. You’re forgiven,” You sit back down across from him. “But, I want to add a condition to our agreement.”

Neo nods along as you talk, almost ready to agree to whatever terms and conditions you have so long as you’re not mad at him anymore.

“And that condition is?” He says with wide eyes.

”That condition is,” You drag the moment out, looking down at the table before the confidence to say what you want comes. “I want us to be friends.”

Neo blinks, then blinks again, as if he hadn’t heard you right.

“Friends?” He says, as if the word is a foreign concept.

“Yep,” You say with a nod, holding out a black manicured hand across the table. “Friends. I want us to be able to talk to each other whenever we like without all the awkwardness. And I would appreciate it if we could go and hang out with each other sometimes.”

Neo’s hand nervously slides into yours, as if he’s afraid of what he’s gotten himself into.

“Go out together, sure, we could do that sometime.” He says, then looks down at the table. “But why?”

Now, it’s your turn to be confused.

“What do you mean?” You tilt your head, curious as to why he would ask such a thing.

“I mean,” He sighs out, then looks around again before speaking, then leans in. “I mean, why do you want to hang out with me? I’m hardly the type you usually go for if your dance partners for tonight were any hint.”

“I don’t ask my dance partners to go out with me during the day…Usually.” You say with a laugh, trying to make him understand that what happens here isn’t as deep of a connection as he thinks it is.

“But, I’m like ten years older than you, at least. And I’m not super into all this,” He waves a hand to the environment around him. “Goth-y kind of stuff. Not that there’s anything wrong with it…”

“I’m sure there’s a baby bat hiding in you somewhere, Neo.” You tease him, leaning forward as you speak. “Besides, I don’t care if you like the stuff I like. I just want someone to talk to…”

You don’t know if it was the liquor that made you comfortable enough to say that last part, or if your overwhelming need for true connection had finally come to a head, but you’re glad you said it. After you did, Neo sank back into the booth, thinking the whole thing over, before leaning in once more.

“Okay. Friends. I think I can manage that…” he says with a smile, a genuine smile that sneaks up to his eyes, makes his ears move with a tinge of delight at the concept.

“Friends it is.” You hold out a hand, and he takes it once more. “Now, as friends, let’s get our ass out on that dance floor!”

You yell with glee as Neo lets you pull him along back into the crowd, anger in each other forgotten. The promise of having a genuine connection with someone in this city was enough to sedate both of you into a more blissful night.

Still, you couldn’t help but kick yourself a little. You knew you wanted to be more with him, knew that you touched yourself just last night thinking of him, his name falling off your lips sweet like honey. But there was no way you could admit that this early. You still had no idea if he felt the same way.

[loveshotzz]

Punk!Steve Harrington x fem!goth reader

She’s Automatic

Summary: you’re always hot and cold but Steve can’t seem to get enough.

Warnings: 18 plus (no minors), weed smoking, mentions of drinking, smut, unprotected sex (wrap it up), cream pie. Steve has nipple piercings 😈 the picture in the banner is not representative of readers skin tone, just used for aesthetic purposes. No skin tone is mentioned in this story.

Word count: 1.7k

Authors note: punk!steve has had me in a chokehold for weeks now. This is what you get because of it. Thank you to my wife @myobmaya for her laundry list of ideas. Also just wanted to thank @multiwongi for being nice enough to let me use their punk!steve edit in my banner, they have the best edits of him. Go follow!

Steve wanted you, making it more then obvious every time he’d drag his clearly very over stimulated friend to the bar. Hazel eyes lined with black always greedily taking in your curves. Watching the way you’d stretch and bend down behind the bar in tight leather skirts and cut up shirts leaving little to the imagination. Lug boots coming up to your thighs fishnets always covering the rest.

You entertained Steve’s flirting some nights, noticing the way his eyes would always catch the silver metal of your tongue piercing. It was fun to watch him get flustered when you’d lay it on just as thick. Even with his menacing appearance he was just another fumbling boy. On other nights you’d treated him as if he was nothing but a fly on the wall, going about your job like he wasn’t desperate to catch your attention. Never knowing what version of you he was going to get, the chase kept him hooked.

It had been a particularly long day, already staring down the barrel of an even longer night when Steve strutted up to bar. Lean legs covered in a pair of ripped black jeans, the snug fit leaving little to the imagination of what was underneath. His Leather jacket wrapped around his broad shoulders like butter, covered in patches of bands you’d never admit to him you liked. The white tank top underneath just sheer enough to see the outline of his hidden tattoos, a thick smattering of dark chest hair peaking out from the top. Pierced lips turning up into a smile, he had no idea tonight was finally his night.

“Well, well, well if it isn’t my knight in shining armor.” Kicking it off with a lean over the counter and a flutter of your lashes. Steve’s eyes widen not expecting you to be so warm. The last time he was here you’d ignored any sound of his voice, finally settling for Robin to order the drinks to which you responded to her almost immediately.

“Oh? I’m not a mute today?” Taking a seat on the stool in front of you, his tone is teasing but the smirk on his face tells you that you could ignore him any day of the week, and he’d still come crawling back just for you to look at him like this.

“Aww did I hurt your feelings Steve?” Giving him puppy eyes you jut out your black stained lip. “I didn’t mean it, sometimes I just like to be mean to boys. Nothing personal, promise.” Flashing him a devilish grin, his Adam’s apple bobs under his skin.

“I think I might be able to find it in my heart to forgive you gorgeous.” The blunt ends of his chipped black nails drum against the counter, his pink tongue darting out to play with the hoops sitting on the side of his bottom lip. “A think a shot of whiskey and a beer should really seal the deal.”

You knew the metal head he’d bring in here sometimes sold weed or at least had access to it, always smelling like he’d spent his whole day in a hot box. Your mood had you desperate for something the wasn’t liquor and Steve was probably your best shot.

“I’ve got a proposition for you.” Pushing yourself closer on your tippy toes, Steve’s breath catches in his throat.

“I’m-I’m listening.” Coughing into the back of his hand he tries to cover the nerves in the cracks of his voice.

“I’ve had a super shitty day, and there’s nothing I’d love more than a giant fat blunt.” Popping the T with emphasis you watch his eyes glaze over. “I bet someone like you could help me out with that yeah?”

Nodding eagerly you have to bite back your smile. “Maybe after work? I’ll help you out with these drinks, and can you help me out with my needs?” Looking up from under the hood of your lashes you trace your top lip with the tip of your tongue.

Eyes catching the metal in your mouth in it’s full form, he has to bite back his moan at the thought of what it would feel like against his skin.

Steve’s quick to nod, his love sick smile sealing the deal and with a wink you go and get him those promised drinks.

—

One short trip on the L and a half smoked blunt later is how you end up riding Steve’s porn star sized cock. In nothing but your fishnets with a hole ripped in the crotch courtesy of him, you bounce on it with the kind of vigor that has his toes curling at the end of his bed.

Blunt dangling from your lips your nails rake through his smattering of chest hair, eyes hungrily taking in the ink that covered almost every inch of his naturally sun kissed skin. The metal bars in his nipples catch in the glow of the TV in his room, a stream of late night music videos forgotten. Taking a long drag you roll your hips in a circle purposely clenching yourself around the base of him. Nails digging into the tops of your thighs, a breathy “shit” falls from his lips.

“That feel good or something baby?” Exhaling your hit in a giggle Steve’s cock twitches inside of you at the pet name, the deep forrest green and ocean blue of his eyes over come with the darkness of his pupils. You felt better then every late night fantasy he’d tugged himself to since he met you.

“God, you’re like fucking heaven.” Pussy drunk he starts babbling hips lifting off the bed to meet yours. “So fucking soft.” Thrust “tight” thrust “and wet.”

As if on queue the sounds of your slick squelching against his skin has a guttural groan rip through his throat. One hand pressing down firmly on his chest you push him flat against the mattress. Despite his stuttering hips he still listens taking your silent direction.

Watching you with expectant eyes as you lean forward. Taking the blunt from between your lips your black lipstick stains the end, touching the velvet of his bottom one with it you encourage him to take it. Big obedient eyes look up at you before wrapping his mouth around it, the heat of his tongue flicking against your finger tips as his cheeks hollow out taking a rip. Eyes rolling in the back of his head when his actions are enough to make you moan, the pretty sounds he earns only egging him on.

Dragging your nails across his skin you make sure to catch the small bars keeping his nipples at attention, lightly tugging as you go. Jaw clenching at the sensation, smoke seeps from around the blunt as his eyes screw shut.

Smirking at the mess you’re making of him, you dip your head down to collect one of his piercing in the heat of your mouth. Metal against metal his hips buck up hard enough for you to mewl around him. Grinding down while you nip at him with your teeth, a string of cuss words come spilling out from underneath.

Moving to the next one, you give it it even more attention. Swirling your tongue around the bar, the tip traces up the length of the metal flicking the sensitive nub of his nipple every time you move over it.

“Jesus - fuck.” Throwing his head back against his pillow, he takes the forgotten blunt out of his mouth half hazardly disposing of it in the ashtray next to you.

Too caught up to think about manners his long fingers tangle in your hair, yanking you up. Lips swollen from their assault on his chest he collects them in a searing kiss. Tongue immediately begging for entrance swiping it across the piercing of your lower lip.

Steve catches the your moan in his throat when your tongues battle for dominance in a sloppy mess of teeth and spit, his hands finding purchase on your hips. Fingers digging in hard enough to bruise flesh he pushes himself deep enough to hit the spot that has you trembling on top of him.

“Yeah? Right there?” Breaking from you long enough to be cocky, he doesn’t give you a chance to answer pulling you down even harder bringing him completely to the hilt of you.

“Fuck - Steve!” Shocked by how good he’s making you feel, the dynamic shifts when he feels your walls start to suck him deep enough to know you’re close.

“Say it again baby, tell everyone who’s making you feel this good.” The confidence dripping from his words has you throwing your head back, bottom lip sucked between your teeth.

The pad of his thumb hits your bundle of nerves applying enough pressure to have your legs shaking around his hips, a mumbling incoherent mess on top of him he wishes he could record this.

“Ignoring me for so long, such a bad girl. Could have been worshiping this pussy like it deserves. Such a perfect fucking cunt.” Jaw slack he watches you fall apart under half lidded eyes, completely consumed by the feeling of you.

“Steve - shit - right there, I’m so fucking close.” The whine in your voice is unrecognizable when his thumb starts sliding over your clit in quick figure eights, the sounds of skin slapping together as your slick walls suck him in fill the small confines of his room.

“Cum all over this cock baby, come on. Fall apart I wanna - fuck - feel it.” The encouragement of his words coupled with the snap of his hips is enough to send you flying off the edge, eyes squeezing shut your mouth falls open in a silent scream. Velvet walls sucking him in as your body shakes on top of him.

“That’s it, that’s fucking it.” Grunting you feel him twitch inside you before painting your insides in a way that feels like he’s marking you as his.

Too busy reeling from the aftershock of your orgasm to worry about how he was going to follow you around like a lost puppy after this, you slump down against his chest. The only sounds in the room are your panted breaths and the Ramones leaking from the small speaker of his TV.

Finger tips tracing down the dip of your spine, he gives your ass an appreciative squeeze, noticing the way you’re too spent to talk he can’t help himself never seeing you like this.

“Same time next week?”

Fighting the smile that’s threatening to tug up your cheeks, you mumble your response against his sweat covered chest.

“Don’t push your luck Steve.”

[zapreportsblog]

Hellooooooo!! can I request a hobi fic? where at spidey HQ he meets a spider women who just looooooooves to mess with miguel and everyone else while hobie looks at her thinking "holy shit I'm in love"

thanks!! O3O

Hello! You absolutely can indeed request a Hobie fic

She’s A Little Trouble Maker

➥ summary: Hobies never been in love before but if he has he sure it would’ve felt like this!

➥ Hobie Brown x Reader, Spider Punk x Reader

➥ a/n: I hope you enjoy this :)

Hobie Brown, also known as Spider Punk, walked through the doors of the headquarters, a stack of mission reports clutched in his hand. His gaze was fixed on finding Miguel O'Hara, Spider-Man of the future, to deliver the latest updates. Little did he know that his routine visit would soon take an unexpected turn.

As he entered the room, his eyes fell upon an intriguing sight. There, standing before Miguel, was a goth-looking spider woman, her appearance striking and unconventional. Her dark attire and pierced features gave her an air of mystery, a rebellious spirit that seemed to dance within her eyes. Hobie couldn't help but feel his heart race in his chest.

The spider woman seemed to be teasing Miguel, making funny faces behind his back. Hobie observed Miguel's growing annoyance, but the woman appeared unfazed by his irritation. She relished in the playful banter, her mischievous nature shining through with each expression. Hobie's curiosity piqued, his steps instinctively leading him closer to the intriguing scene.

Just as Hobie approached, the spider woman, with a mischievous glint in her eyes, glanced over her shoulder, her gaze meeting his. A sly grin played upon her lips as she spoke, her voice laced with a hint of amusement. "Take a picture, it'll last longer," she quipped, sticking out her pierced tongue adorned with a cross-like piercing and snake-like eyes. The sight sent a jolt through Hobie's chest, his heart clenching.

Intrigued and captivated by this enigmatic woman, Hobie couldn't resist the urge to ask Miguel's AI companion, Lyla, about her identity. He discreetly activated his communication device, his voice hushed as he inquired, "Lyla, who is she?"

Lyla's response came swiftly, her voice carrying a hint of amusement. "Oh, that's (Y/N), otherwise known as Dark Knight. She's a spider woman who was bitten by a radioactive goo spider in the Dark Ages while she was practicing to be a knight for the king's men."

Hobie's heart fluttered at the revelation, his mind racing to comprehend the nature of this alluring spider woman. The combination of her unconventional appearance, teasing nature, and her intriguing origin story stirred emotions within him that he hadn't anticipated. Love sickness washed over him like a tidal wave, his thoughts consumed by the enigmatic presence of (Y/N).

Uttering her name with a soft, affectionate tone, Hobie couldn't deny the feelings that welled up within him. He found himself drawn to (Y/N), her free-spirited nature and her playful interactions igniting a flame within his heart. He knew, in that moment, that he had fallen head over heels in love.

The room seemed to fade away as Hobie's gaze remained fixed on (Y/N), the world around him reduced to a blur of background noise. He yearned to know more about her, to uncover the depths of her character and the allure that had captured his heart.

As (Y/N) continued her playful banter with Miguel, Hobie couldn't help but imagine a future where they might explore the depths of their connection, their lives intertwined in a dance of love and adventure. But for now, he would savor the bittersweet anticipation that love had brought into his life, eagerly waiting for the moment when he could reveal his true feelings and embark on a new chapter of his own heroic journey.

•••

As Hobie found himself unable to resist the allure of (Y/N), he began to follow her discreetly, his heart beating faster with each step. He marveled at her intriguing persona, a mix of gothic elegance and playful mischief that kept him enthralled. With each encounter, his infatuation grew stronger, prompting him to devise a plan.

One day, Hobie approached Miguel, his voice filled with determination. "Hey, bossman, I've been thinking. I believe Dark Kight and I would make an excellent team. Our skills complement each other, and I think we could accomplish great things together."

Miguel raised an eyebrow, studying Hobie's earnest expression. He knew that Hobie had been smitten by (Y/N)'s presence, but he couldn't help but feel a sense of amusement at his friend's blatant infatuation. "You're really into her, huh? Alright, I'll talk to her about it. Can't promise anything, though."

Excitement coursed through Hobie's veins as he awaited Miguel's response. He couldn't shake the feeling that this partnership would bring him closer to (Y/N), giving him more opportunities to win her heart. His persistence paid off when Miguel approached him a few days later with a smile.

"Hmm, she actually agreed… Hobie - you and and Dark Knight are officially paired up for the next mission.” Miguel says.

“But do be careful..I think she's intrigued by your obsession with her," Miguel remarked, a teasing glint in his eyes.

Hobie's heart skipped a beat at the news, a surge of happiness flooding his being. He couldn't help but imagine the adventures they would share, the moments that would draw them closer together. He anticipated the chance to prove himself as a worthy partner and, perhaps, capture (Y/N)'s heart in the process.

As they embarked on their first mission together, the chemistry between Hobie and (Y/N) was undeniable. They moved with synchronicity, a seamless blend of skills and intuition. (Y/N) found Hobie's unwavering attention endearing, her playful nature relishing in his infatuation.

During a lull in their mission, (Y/N) turned to Hobie, a sly grin forming on her lips. "So, you're crushing on me, huh?"

Hobie's cheeks flushed as he nodded, unable to hide the truth any longer. "Yes, darling. You've captivated my heart."

(Y/N) chuckled, her voice dripping with mischief. "Good. I find that hot in a man—the whole obsession thing. Keep that act up, my good sir, and who knows? Maybe I'll be your lady."

Hobie's heart soared at her response, his chest tightening with a mixture of joy and anticipation. He couldn't believe his luck, the possibility of (Y/N) reciprocating his feelings becoming more tangible with each passing moment. He mustered a bewildered expression and managed to utter a single word. "Wow."

With each passing mission and shared adventure, Hobie and (Y/N) grew closer. The sparks between them ignited a flame that neither could deny. They laughed, they fought side by side, and in those stolen moments, they discovered a connection that transcended the realm of friendship.

As their love story unfolded, Hobie vowed to keep up his affectionate act, cherishing the opportunity to win (Y/N)'s heart. He knew that their journey would be filled with challenges, but with the fire of their love burning bright, he was ready to face whatever obstacles came their way.

[vee-crytraps]

Hiiiii

I hope you're doing good, not good criticism aside.

Now, this chapter 🧑‍🍳💋 as always

There's so much to unpack good god.

The fact that Bruce forced everyone on an outing bc missy I ignore and isolate my daughter and then get mad when she goes looking for a more receptive father figure? It's so dad of him lol. Like, you're the one basically forcing your daughter to go look for love demonstrations that actually make her feel loved and not controlled, attention, understanding and quality time and then have the audacity to be mad, plan a shitty trip and then disappear. Honey, thanks for trying but you gave us absolutely nothing.

Dick mentioning how it was him and Bruce the ones to take Robin away from her says a lot about his character. I swear to god am equal parts attracted to your Richard as much as I am holding a personal Vendetta. Girl, get out of the stage please (and he's reenacting Mia's Goth "Please I'm a star!" Scream while we kick him out).

I don't feel good about being proved right like Barbara, good god, I feel so fucking bad 😭😭😭😭.

Jay bird baby, why are you out here proving me right? I don't wanna be. I need the fanon uwu coquette version of him to heal my heart. When he was I'm going back without any regard for batsis? Girl, I needed to take a deep breath and hold onto my heart pieces. Jay, Jason, my love, no. Immediately no. That was literally your only line.

Damian, and I AM biased, love you. He's so intense lmao, same boy, same. But when Nadia came? I put down my phone and punched a pillow. I could never. I'd probably die hahahahhaah

Can't hate her, she's giving enabling bad influence young aunt and I love it. Dick, you're stepping up to your nickname hun.

Also, the scene by the lake? Sorry, I literally want to slobber him up and hydrate his beautiful caramel skin with my saliva and tears cause he's so hot and then kick him in the balls and assure he doesn't have any offspring that could potentially come out as dumbassy as him. But him getting to know about Damian? Hihihihihihi I was rubbing my hands together.

This is just where my imagination went, batsis with Damian and Jon (sorry, I just love them together, they make a great pair and balance each other out). Dick's face would be so fucking funny.

Also, not him being "you shouldn't continue that". Shut up. The fact that you hurt her doesn't give you the right to assume Damian would. At least not the same way as you. And we all know he has already begun to ruin her opportunities at getting to know decent people (as Nikolai is described as) so don't act like you actually have her best interests in mind. You are so hypocritical Richard Grayson agh.

Also, Jon as always being THE knight in shining armour that he is coming to save the day. Dear heavens, can he be anymore sweethearty? Impeccable job, as always Jonathan Kent, immaculate. Clark, we salute you. Thank you for healing us and giving us a speck of hope in man kind (by this I mean actually men, not humans).

I may be a bit disillusioned with the girls. Come on sugar, please include your little sister innnnnnn. Barbara, stop being my representation in the story, I can't stand it. I just don't want to be right about the boys 😩

But it hurts so good!1!1!1!1!1!!1!1!1!

Anyways, thanks for such an amazing chapter.

Ignore people who don't appreciate it. I hope you have a wonderful day/night!

Xoxo - 🫀

Ah, you have no idea how happy it makes me that you slid in here before I shut off my anons!!!

This is totally a shitty dad trip, this is for real a thing my dad used to do when I was a kid lmao. Dick is the mooooost complicated one of them all simply because batsis is like a piece of his childhood. I mean he was in his teens when she was adopted, but she was around long enough to know him from top to bottom. Much like Bruce he's got this caged bird attachment to her haha He does think he's doing good for her by steering her away from Damian and others, but it's the kind of 'I'm sure i'm right' that just so happens to align with the fact that he wants to wait until he's good enough for her. Jon is a very very lovely guy! Clark raised a good boy, but I hope everyone remembers that they're also superheroes! And aliens, who canonically don't experience or understand the entire range of human emotions. The venn diagram is only almost a circle. The truth is, most of these boys have been shot, stabbed, torn apart, mind controlled, broken every bone both indidivually and together, murdered and brought back to life in a goo that makes you crazy, broken then put back together both correctly and incorrectly emotionally and mentally; wooooof they are not okay. But they want to be! For her! They just have to learn a hard lesson first! Bruce has set the example that your civillian life is where you cut corners and make sacrifices- which does not bode well for batsis, who is attracted to people who were raised by him haha. Not to mention, her entire existence is her civillian life. Bad luck fr! Things will get better! Remember this leads into KMM where everything is sexy and happy! Thanks as always for dropping in. As you can guess it was pretty discouraging knowing I put like 90,000 words into creating this universe as a whole and then having someone tear it down with a few hundred. I very much needed this <3333

[kineticallyanywhere]

Tell us more about Doodler Normal Kinetic i beg of you

First thing to note: Doodler Boss Normal would not survive contact with Canon Normal

Cause the thing with this version of Normal, I think, is that the situation to create it is so specific; and in a way that I've never thought about before, for a narrative? I'm sure it exists somewhere, because what story framework doesn't already exist somewhere but like.

this version of Normal only happens in a world where all 4 anchors are broken with violence and not a single other person is questioning that decision by the end. (which I don't think is going to happen! for the record!) in this world, Normal presents himself as a last bastion of empathy, but where in any other story that would look like a shining knight with their Chosen One sword and shield and righteous strength, in this story it looks like a kid ready to turn into an eldritch monster because the eldritch monster is the only other creature he can find that makes any sense to him. a character who, written in words, is a paragon hero who's virtues refuse to crumble. but because of the Ao3 CSS skin of the world he's in, he gets all the style and flair and trappings of a villain.

(which, again, I don't have reason at the time of this writing to think that this situation would happen; that there isn't going to be at least one other person on Normal's side. It's all but impossible to predict any of these kids and I think they all have good hearts, even Scary. Link right now is an unsettled weather vane in a storm, Taylor for all his swagger doesn't seem on the side of brutality, and then like... Hermie???)

that said! In a world where sometimes you can't decide if you want to sit in your disappointment or scream at the top of your lungs, there's falling back on your new frienemy-of-the-family monster bro

(anyone with a writing bug and time, feel free to use any, all, or none of these ^^)

for thoughts on where this AU would end up, anyone can obviously take it anywhere but I know the version I would make would have a happy ending (I am allergic to writing tragedies, sue me). I guess it would be a story where finally snapping and letting out some Oak Anger and not apologizing (because while it's not okay to be cruel it is okay to be angry) is what gets characters to come to terms with each other and better understand each other and meet each other in the middle and even come to terms with themselves and what version of expressing themselves makes them happy and comfortable and best able to love themselves and the people around them.

all of that admittedly wrapped in a gift box with the catharsis of a character saying "I'm not okay with how you're treating me" in a very badass fashion, as we all wish to do one day.

also for those of us who would die for Scary but also want to take her by the shoulders and shake vigorously there's the Rule of 3s for swiping the Goth Crown from Scary a THIRD TIME

all of her put-on apathy and tiredness and lashing out but from a genuine place, simultaneously forcing her in front of a mirror and asking her to reach back for the part of herself that started the day of the debate "bright eye-ed and bushy tailed" so that she could even stand a chance at getting through to Normal??? The ways to talk about Scary skyrocket even higher. to be clear, I don't want this as a form of stealing Scary's narrative, I want it as a way of taking Scary's narrative and hitting the NOS. give her just about everything she wants, for everyone to agree with her and listen to her and think she's right and enforce the belief that she has any power over what's going on and then see if she even likes it. See if she likes herself and see how far she's willing to take the identity of goth punk seeker of darkness. ask her where the line is. show her the road she she's taking and ask her where the line is. canon parallels and connections between normal and scary are a whole other post I can have and will drive to work in the morning writing the meta in my head, the way Normal is a previous version of Scary cranked up to 11 and the way Scary makes herself into a person that Normal has every right to be but isn't becausehe'shumanandflawedbutsogoodatheartandnevergivesuponothersnotevenherandAUGH

[short-black-diamond]

"My scary knight in shining armor is a ...?"

Guys the anime/manga series My dress up darling is in dire need of attention and love!

Gojo Wakana x reader. My dress up darling. I've wanted to write a fic about him for a while, so here I am!

Summary: in the midst of going home from a shopping trip from buying fabric for Marin, Gojo encounters some delinquents. The delinquents corner him. And suddenly, a girl comes and saves him. However, the plot always has a twist.

Your name: Yena Hideyo, but you call yourself Attic

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'Ah~! I'm so happy about all the fabric I purchased! I hope Kitagawa will be okay that I didn't buy the type of fabric she requ- huh?', Gojo thought when he came face to face with some guys, who were standing in front of him.

Each one of them had a snarl on his face, whihc was rather irking than scary. Gojo however, felt an uneasyness when the leader -he supposed- came up to him.

"What'cha got there, huh?", the boy asked, and Gojo could smell the bad smell of cigarettes coming from the -maybe one year?- older guy. "u-um, it's just--fabric-"

"Bwahaha! Why does a guy like you go shopping for stuff like that?? And it's all pink as well!", the guy sneered, and his underlings cackled.

Gojo blushed, as he looked to the side with a frown. 'Can't they go bother somebody else?'

But, it seemed like the gangster was not done yet with the boy. "So, you got some money on ya?", the guy asked, eyeing Gojo's purchase.

Gojo hugged the bag tighter, his voice coming in a more quiet voice than he intended. "I don't have any money..."

and still, the guys didn't waver. "No money?? But from buying all that stuff you must be rich, no?"

"Yeah, c'mon, we just want some beer, then we'll leave ya alone."

Gojo was suddenly surrounded by the guys. It also didn't help that no soul was there. He was alone with the rowdys.

"Either you give us your wallet or we'll tear that delicate fabric."

Gojo only stubbornly shook his head, being ready to get beaten up by the look of the annoyed faces the guys around him made. He closed his eyes as the leader in front of him raised his fists, preparing for impact, but it never came.

punches were heard though, and coughing, and something falling to the ground. When Gojo opened his eyes again, he was met with the sight of a scary looking goth girl.

You were looking at him as you stood sideways, your eyes bored, your hair was put in a bun, clothes dark and covered with bordeaux and deep blue embroidments on the corset you wore, as it tightened your waist. You wore a short skirt, platform boots, and in your hand was something big.

When he looked at your body more, he saw that you actually had a nice figure, and he blushed for thinking something like that. But, he couldn't help himself as his eyes started to wander. Especially when your collarbone down to your low cleavage was exposed, the veins on your chest and your pale skin overall, with your dark lipstick... reminding him of something he learned in school.

Having blue veins visible on your chest as a woman was a popular trend in the middle ages. also your pale skin must've been a beauty trend, and your red lipstick gave the final note. you reminded him of a woman in a painting, who stepped out of the frame and wandered the streets. You wore old-fashioned clothes, and your different look bewildered Gojo, but not that he disliked it. You looked interesting.

He flinched as he took a step back, only to step on the hand of one of the guys who was behind him just moments ago. You faced him. "You're...Gojo Wakana.", you said, pointing towards him.

Gojo nodded, feeling uneasy around you. "d-did you beat up those guys?", he asked after you took out some papers. His curiousity was peaked, and before he could ask what those papers were, you held them out towards him.

"I follow Kitagawa on social media. We are mutuals. I'll pay you any price you like as long as you make me these clothes.", you spoke as you looked at him. Your sentences were short, firm, and held all the information Gojo needed in order to be less scared of you.

Gojo felt your glare on him as he carefully took the papers, which were all seperately in a nead folder. He turned the pages of the small folder. the dresses had an interesting design, and he liked the art style.

He looked up to you to ask you a question, but there was no trace of you. He looked around. No goth girl.

He sighed as he looked at the papers again. 'I think she drew them...? Her art style reminds me of a manga I've read...ballroom e youkoso! Wait, is she maybe a ballroom dancer?!'

The boy flipped through your pages again. He tried looking for something that could maybe more hold information, maybe other colours, other than black, dark blue, dark teal, dark red, or dark green...but nothing.

All he saw were dresses he's never seen before, and your...phone number?!

He blushed at the thought of a goth girl giving him her number, but he had to stay strong. He quickly went home after checking the pulse of the delinquents. (Un)fortunately, they were still very much alive.

...

"Oh, you mean gothicc_attic! We follow each other on social media...Wait, she's a ballroom dancer?!", Marin's excited voice echoed in the empty hallways of the school as she gasped.

'did she call herself "thicc" because of her body..? She does have thick thighs, though...', he thought as he looked up to the ceiling a feint blush dusting his cheeks.

"Yes, that's what I've been thinking of too...", he yawned, having circles under his eyes.

Gojo rubbed his eyes sleepily. He was still thinking about your dresses, after all. And as he fell asleep, he fantasized about dancing with you. Waltz, tango, and cha cha. These were all the dances Gojo knew at the moment.

But he wanted to know more about you. How come you seeked his help instead of a professional? Or how you beat up those guys...were you also a delinquent? A member of a gang?

He didn't know, but he wanted to meet you soon. He couldn't bring it in himself to text you though. What if...what if he said the wrong thing?

Ah...he was overthinking stuff.

"She gave me her number...I think it'd be good to-"

"You have her number?! Why didn't she give me her number?? I thought we were friends??", she exclaimed outraged.

Gojo deadpanned at her before thinking about the conversation he had with you. You were calm, quiet, and you talked to him like he was a person who was close to you...a trusted person.

"hm...I don't know...", he murmured. Gojo wanted to hear your soft and calm voice again.

"Have you actually ever met her?", he asked as he checked out your social media. His eyes bulged out of his sockets.

'WHAT THE HELL?! She has many times more followers than Kitagawa!?', he thought when he saw the mil next to the follower number.

"Nope, I never met her. I actually started following her because of her profile picture, and because of her posts. I think goths are awesome!", she exclaimed, pointing towards one of your selfies. You had another bored expression on your face as you held a wine glass, but the liquid looked more like blood than wine.

'Is she a vampire...?', he thought as he looked at the caption.

gothicc_attic 1.696.969.696 people liked this post "Drinking that bitch's blood after she bullied me." #killyourbully #fuckbullies #herbloodtasteslikeshit #justlikehertasteinmen #gothicc_attic

That post had many likes, and Gojo looked at your caption with a terrified expression. He looked at Marin for explanation, which she of course had.

"Ohh, yeah, those were the dark ages...long story short, there was this girl, Rika Shinkamu, who just liked to bully and one-up people whenever she heard something interesting. Of course, she'd lay eyes on our goth girl-" 'our goth girl???' "-and try to cyber bully her, bringing her down and hurting her. But, gothicc_attic was not one to scare Rika, no. She exposed Rika on all her wrongdoings, called out that Rika had done BBL on her butt, tits and lips and even hacked into Rika's phone and posted pictures of Rika being together with our goth girl's ex."

Gojo needed a moment to think about what Marin said. "But how come she said that she was drinking Rika's blood?"

"I don't know if she said the truth. But believing her would be more fun, no?!", Marin said happily, and Gojo rubbed his temple.

...

Hello? Here is Gojo Wakana. I looked at your designs and they're very pretty :D I hope I don't bother you with some questions?

Gojo looked at the text messages he sent. 'I hope I won't make a fool out of myself...'

Suddenly, his phone dinged.

Hello. Thank you for complimenting my designs. :} Thank you for contacting me. Ask ahead.

'Huh, she answered faster than I thought..', the boy thought before he asked some questions.

Okay, are you a ballroom dancer? What's your name? I like your dresses very much, but wouldn't something lighter be nice? All your dresses are dark, that's why I'm asking 😅

You were still online, but you didn't write anything for three minutes now. Gojo furrowed his brows. 'Did I maybe offend her..?'

I'm asking for a friend, she is a ballroom dancer. Attic. She doesn't like lighter stuff.

'Oh...hm...' Gojo typed again.

Are there any competitions soon? I'd like to know how much time I have left Also, could you maybe ask her if there are different types of fabric for dancers? Oh, and I also need measurements...😅

'Yeah, that's what I did with Marin. I measured her body, then we went shopping for wigs and fabric. Oh, she answered!'

The next competition is starting in six months. Some shops are ____, ____, and ____. I'll send the measurements to you later.

And you went offline. Gojo sighed as he looked at his Hina doll. "I think Attic is shy, when she said she's asking for a friend."

...

you were laying on your stomach, your face buried in your pillow as you screamed in delight and in a high pitched voice.

'HE LIKES MY DESIGNS HE LIKES MY DESIGNS HE LIKES MY DESIGNS AAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!'

You quickly sat up as you hugged your pillow. 'I think he knows that it's actually me who's the dancer...asking for a friend..as if he'd fall for that. also... now how do I take measurements?'

You groaned in frustration.

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Heya, thanks for readingg this post! if you have requests or want a second part, please like or tell me to tag you!

Read you in my next post!

[rillette]

Hi! How's your day been? I hope it was good, I just came to drop by and sat I absolutely love your Carrol Ferris redesign, like she's so princely and awesome!! I never liked her canon look, so I'm just happy with your redesign.

Got a question tho, when redesigning her outfit, did you have a clear vision in mind or did it just happen while you drew it? Also! Got any hcs for your version of Carrol? I'd love to read them, it can be angsty or whatever... Just hcs that you think about a lot lol

hiiiiiii!!!!! my day's been pretty good, ty for asking!! hope u had a good day as well ^_^ <3 and TYSM!!!! glad u like it!!!!

for redesigning her, i wanted to lean more towards the fairy tale and romance novel aspects of her backstory. carol wants a knight in shinning armor to save her because it's what she's supposed to want, but more than that she's jealous of hal's ability to be the knight in shining armor and have grand adventures. she's also very aligned with the classic bodice ripper romance novels, her character in the 60s is pretty dead set on living her romance novel fantasy. i wanted her design to reflect both sides of her backstory, so i gave her the princely vest + flowy shirt combo and a sword so she could be her own romance novel knight in shining armor 😌👍plus the whole romance novel aspect lends itself nicely to the star sapphires in general! i gave her the shorts bc i think it makes her design look a little more dated and it fits my hal design better that way teehee. i kept the star sapphire itself as a crown bc. i dont. really like the mask on her. plus, it makes her look princely.

as for the other parts of her design, my carol is trad goth! i tried to give her the classic siouxsie makeup, and big hair bc she deserves it. i like to think that carol used to sneak out and go to garage shows and alt concerts held in shitty little venues in highschool, and when goth music started coming out when she was in college, she was alll over it. i think that she also likes to wear yellow when she's pissed at hal specifically and she knows she's going to see him that day. i think that her and hal are platonic soulmates. i really dont like the predator retcon, my version of carol is simply transmasc. she/him lesbian.

[archesa]

Anwen and Riannoc :>

Oooooh that's interesting on more than one level!! Mirrors and foils, mirrors and foils!

Anwen x Riannoc! Rays of sunshine knights of the Thorn☀️🦋

I've mentioned shortly that Anwen and Meryw act as foils to Riannoc and Waine.

The daybloom knight and his human squire. Their story ending in betrayal and death. The human knight and her daybloom shieldmaiden. Loyal to the end of the world.

In that regard, Anwen and Riannoc are very similar – both solar, valiant and bright. But Anwen more patient, more curious, perhaps more willing to compromise and more prudent.

Had Riannoc survived, prevailed against Mazdak, he would have returned to the Grove a hero, and made his way through the world. I believe the face of the world would have been very different then.

Perhaps Riannoc would have founded the Pact alongside or instead of Trahearne (if alongside, then sorry, daybloom but Anwen would eventually fall for your goth nerd brother no matter what! 🌱), or perhaps he would have formed an army of valiant knights and dragonslayers... The universe alterations are worth pondering!

As for Anwen and Riannoc, they could have made a stellar couple. But the stars don't shine, they burn. And they would have been too close, burning too warm and too bright for them to endure... in the end, Anwen would not have become who she is – who she was meant to be – if not for Trahearne's grounding presence.

A great ship, but they're too similar to thrive 🦋

[rottendollface]

Antihero.

Characters: Diluc Ragnvindr, Kaeya Alberich.

Warnings: NSFW, female knight reader, Kaeya is one of the Eleven Fatui Harbingers, Capitano, angst, dubcon, unprotected sex, abusive relationships, 18+.

Kaeya had never regretted his choices. Even if it meant to trample on your brightest feelings.

Kaeya was nice with you, his little helper. You knew him better than everyone else and always did your work right in time: with finished reports and new tasks to complete, you met him every morning in his cabinet. You left "Death After Noon" and the best dishes on his desk when he skipped meals, checked on him to remind to take a break, took parts of his work to help him. You were ready to die protecting him in battles, and Kaeya did his best to assure you — he would do the same for you.

You accompanied him in the tavern after work, let Kaeya keep his hand on your thigh: no one could see him caressing your leg gently and with desire. Your elegance couldn't leave him uninterested, Kaeya still remembered the first time he had met you in the corridors of church of Favonius: your confident figure with straight back was standing out of the miserable crowd, and the badge of cavalry was shining proudly on your chest.

Kaeya didn't let himself fall in love, but he roughly broke his own rule, and this cursed feeling filled his heart. He, too, wanted to be loved, to have someone to take care of him, and you gifted him with your sweet persona. You made him drunk with your love and started to distract him from his mission — and Kaeya had to cut it off.

It was hard; it was even more painful for him than for you: finally, he got someone who was ready to stand by his side even if he wasn't right. You were loyal like a dog, believed every lie he told you, as you were enchanted by him.

You thought he was your capitan when he praised your skills and results of your work. You thought he was your lover when his tongue slipped in your mouth, and his fingers teased your womanhood. You trusted Kaeya more than yourself, let him be your first and only — and he drowned you in lustful pleasure and the nose-tickling strong smell of his perfume, cigarettes, and wine. Kaeya loved you whiny, made you beg him to thrust into your hot and wet core. You were needy and clingy, hugged him tightly, and hid your face in his shoulder when you were close to cum. He knew how to rub on your clit to make you squeal and how to lick your soft nipples to hear your quiet moans.

You dated him secretly as you didn't want to affect his reputation. You tried to give Kaeya space and didn't bother him with your love, but some things were impossible to ignore. By chance, you knew that he had often visited the Goth Grand Hotel deep at night while knights were changing posts, and streets were empty – not a glimpse of a lamp from a window could be seen even. At this late hour Rosaria had always left the city to patrol the outside territory. Kaeya had never told you about it, but he shared with you interesting information about Fatui and other things you didn't have access to; it wasn't strange for him to ask your opinion or help on some cases even, so you kept an eye on him.

You decided to ask Jean and Diluc about it: you were a knight at the first point, and interpersonal relationships of any kind didn't affect your duties.

'This... is very interesting information.' Your words left Jean confused. 'I don't remember giving him a task like this. Thank you for your vigilance. I will take all the necessary measures without Kaeya's awareness.'

The road to the Dawn Winery manor was long and boring; for you, it seemed neverending: your emotional state demanded all the problems to be solved in a second, and trips like this worsened your paranoia. Jean gladly let you visit Diluc instead of her: the young master enjoyed your presence, and a load of issues and insults that happened once between Knights and Ragnvindr clan still haunted Jean, when she tried to interact with Diluc.

Maybe it was wrong to ask for Diluc in a situation related to his brother: they were in a deep conflict, still, they cherished each other, as they had no one else, and the years of peace and happiness they had before Crepus' death couldn't be forgotten so easily. You and Diluc had known each other since childhood: you were a distant relative of the Lawrence clan and spent your days growing up in the family estate near Winery. You weren't close with him but offered your support when his father died – it didn't last long, but made you two a good friends.

You didn't want to reunite after years of silence with the news like this, but you had to. You didn't want to believe that Kayea could be a traitor, but your mind played various bad scenarios to prepare itself for the future pain.

Diluc was happy to see you again, yet he was upset with you: it was clear for Kayea that Diluc had a special attitude towards you, so he let his brother know about your affair with him. Diluc couldn't do anything: you needed to make a mistake and learn your lesson, like he did – he was ready to forgive you. For you, Diluc would do anything.

There was no way to break a person the way people usually break a dog or a horse. The harder Kaeya hurt Diluc, the more cruelty Diluc saved in his heart until the love for his brother was destroyed by hatred and anger.

Diluc wasn't surprised with what you had told him: he smirked, almost laughed at how sad and broken you were – just like him once, and everything because of Kaeya. Kaeya loved to make people around him suffer, and you weren't as special to him as you wanted to believe, but for Diluc – you were. You chose to stay blind to his feelings and were punished. Kaeya treated you like you were nothing but a silly child: he didn't respect you and thought that you were too weak and dumb to understand the simplest things. Diluc saw you with your virtues and failings; he treated you fair, but you preferred... Again, no one chose him, again, no one loved him, and he was running after you like a fool, but he agreed to be the fool only to win you. If you wanted to see him miserable – he would be miserable. If you wanted to see him cruel – he would be the cruelest person in the world to deserve your care and support. Why not him? Why Kaeya? What was so special about Kaeya that everyone had always chosen him instead of Diluc? Familiar faces avoided Diluc, strenuously pretending they couldn't recognize him, passed by him with a smile, and never gave a hand for a handshake. They believed Kaeya's truth about him, and no one believed Diluc, who was the one to go and see what had happened on this damned day.

Diluc agreed to cooperate with Knights if the situation would require his assistance, and it screamed for his help when Fatui, led by Dottore, went to Mondstadt again.

It was too late to do something: Fatui had everything they needed from Mondstadt, as Kaeya was carefully spying all those years he had spent here. Dottore came to end Kaeya's mission when Knights were the most vulnerable: Varka was out of the city with all the horses and the most trained knights, and a column of Fatui was leaving the humiliated city.

'Au revoir, Mondstadt!' Dottore screamed, waving his hand, and the pure white glove of his was like a mockery, like a white flag of unconditional surrender to the mercy of the oppressing side. 'What a good job, Capitano!'

Kaeya didn't even glance at Dottore. He felt so disgusted in his heart; it irritated him and made him sick of himself. The main objective of his existence was much more precious than some people in the small city forlorn by its Archon, yet he couldn't accept that: he chose the easiest way for himself, as he didn't want to explain to you the plan of Tsaritsa and Fatui's role in it. The truth would break your world, and he was afraid of it: he had known much more than you, than the Saint Barbatos even, because Tsaritsa trusted him the fate of all the nations in Teyvat. Kaeya didn't want to admit that he lied to you all the time as well as he didn't want to hear you blaming him for this. Even if the love affair between you two was just a sweet lie, he enjoyed being deceived. Some truth shouldn't be told – Kaeya could take you to Snezhnaya with him, but he decided: you should stay in Mondstadt and be protected by Knights. He gave up his pain of loss and all the blessed memories you had gifted him with for your safety. He wanted you to hate him, to wish him death only to stop you from seeking him in the future – Gods could destroy Fatui and Tsaritsa easily; they were in danger every second of their life, and you deserved to live: he wanted you to live without burden of destiny and fear, and fulfill his own dream of a stable life and a big family.

'As always, he escaped all the responsibility.' Diluc looked at the last Fatui carriage leaving Mondstadt. He was calm: unusually, frighteningly calm. Ignoring the squabble between Eula and Jean, he was watching you: pale and nervous.

'You fucked up, Jean! You should let us destroy those bastards and let Diluc decapitate Kaeya, then show his head on the main square to all the diplomats from Snezhnaya as a warning for them! Varka would do this, and you – with all your fucking diplomacy – just showed us as helpless idiots who can only stay and look how some dirty Snezhnayans are bullying us!' You glanced back at the fight: poor Amber tried to distract furious Eula on herself as Jean silently endured insults.

'We don't have enough power to protect our people, Eula. For that, Fatui would turn Mondstadt into the city of the dead. Anyway, I appreciate your opinion.' Jean was at her limit, ready to scream back.

'We should return to the winery. You need to rest.' You felt Diluc's warm palm on your lower back. You didn't understand what was happening around: you were lost in your thoughts, trying to realize the reality. You knew Mondstadt would adapt easily; still, the bitter aftertaste of betrayal bothered you. What if Fatui left one more spy in Mondstadt, and who could it be?

Diluc showed his affection to you, and you gladly accepted it. He ran his fingers through your hair when you rested your head on his chest, tired of the worries of your mind. You thought of Diluc as an older brother and believed his love didn't have anything sexual: you needed a break from all of this, and Diluc nicely helped your wounded heart to heal.

You didn't even notice how the Winery became your new home. It seemed all the bad news avoided the manor and its workers; everyone was kind and affable, even Diluc tried to hide his usual grumpy state when you were around him. Still thrilled and depressed, now you were the one who needed support and care. You wanted to leave from Mondstadt, as you felt disgraced and hated by regular citizens: you didn't talk to them but felt how they judged you for your affair with Kaeya. You drowned the badge of cavalry in a mud puddle, not being able to bear this shame. You trusted Kaeya with all your heart, and even if your emotions didn't tear you apart, they were haunting you as illusions of other people judging you.

He was charming: from the first sight, his face was unattractive, but at closer look, all the hidden beauty was seen. His big round eyes of a clear red colour cared inside all the softness and kindness Diluc had had in his soul, and were unusually feminine and unsuitable to his manly appearance: thick brows, aquiline nose, thin pale lips and sharp triangle chin – it all he took from his father, but the eyes with their endless unspoken grief probably were taken from his mother.

Diluc smelled with tanned leather, hay, and the natural skin odor, but his palms remained the sweetness of grapes – his scent was warm and strangely homely. Enchanted by it, you didn't rebel when Diluc kissed you at the first time. Even his kisses were different: careful and appreciative, but then they became similar to Kaeya's. Burning voluptuousness made him drunk, and Diluc pressed his lips to yours with force, he felt how teeth were pressing into the soft flesh of yours, and was losing his respect to the inviolability of your body slowly.

'Tell me that you love me,' he demanded from you impossible things, and he knew it, but the selfish desire clouded his mind. 'Tell me, you love me and me only. More than him. More than everyone else.'

Again and again Diluc was lashing out your unresisting body, kissing it and hating himself for his weak and mad love, but the passionate cruelty assured him that everything was normal, everything was just right. And he kneaded your plaibale body, pressed it to his own, praying to forget himself in this lust, and your powerlessness, your lifeless consent awakened an insane passion in him.

Your smooth, flexible body was all he wanted. The red marks of his teeth on your perfect skin were sacred to him. Your breasts, heavy with sinful pleasure that was circulating through your body, were like the apples from the gardens of the god of love, with skin so soft and sensitive; your round hips were tempting him, and he was especially gentle here, as he remembered, how bad your womanhood hurt after riding a horse. Your buttocks were so languid and subtle, and your feminine part, covered with carefully trimmed hair, was the best dream for a lecher like him.

Your insides were tight and hot, Diluc couldn't keep his moans inside his throat. His body was strong, he handled a claymore easily, and when lust took possession of him, he didn't stop for hours, until his manhood was exhausted, and your soft, tortured flesh was all red and full of his seed.

After everything Diluc had done to you and with your body, you didn't have another choice but marry him, so you agreed without hesitation. You couldn't remember if you had seen the happiest person in your life before, and his happiness made you happy too.

After years of staying in Snezhnaya and seeing reminiscences of you in everything, Kaeya decided to visit Mondstadt for a few hours and find out, what had happened to you. Before leaving you, he knew nothing about suffering, and deep inside his prideful soul he cared the hope to find you as lonely as him to take you to Snezhnaya after the years of playing the game of honor.

His first stop was the Dawn Winery manor. He looked at the house he would never enter and in which his footsteps would never be heard again, and noticed a little boy with the hair just like yours running after a crystal butterfly in the courtyard.

[blaringloudandproud]

My dumbass friend @gaym83 describes horror villains based on pictures. He’s semi-familiar with horror. He’s mainly seen modern stuff and the Universal monsters and loves ST so many references. This was so funny

Jason Voorhees (Friday the 13th)-“Would probably cry if I saw him”

Michael Myers (Halloween)-“He’s just like me (hides face too, big knife)”

Freddy Krueger (A Nightmare on Elm Street)-“Hey wasn’t Vecna based off this guy?

FR though I’m jealous of the sweater”

Bubba Sawyer/Leatherface (Texas Chainsaw Massacre)-“He’s got those 80’s goth vibes”

Candyman (Candyman)-“I’m so jealous of that jacket. Warm coats my beloved. I need that for maryland winters”

Cenobites (Hellraiser)-“That’s just a queer friend group”

Brahms Heelshire (The Boy)-“AYO why he kinda giving me gender envy. Idk something about men with scraggly dark hair and piercing yet haunting eyes is just like me FR”

Ghostface (Scream)-“He looks like he’s otw to suck the soul (sfw) out of Sirius Black”

Thomas Hewitt/Leatherface (Texas Chainsaw Massacre 03)-“Love a man with long hair covered in blood”

Chop Top (Texas Chainsaw Massacre)-“No”

Herbert West (Re-Animator)-“Fred Benson if he became evil”

Billy Chapman (Silent Night, Deadly Night)-“I’m Jewish he can’t kill me, Shabbat shalom get the fuck out”

Ginger Fitzgerald (Ginger Snaps)-“Twilight character?”

Art the Clown (Terrifier)-“Similar to my halloween costume”

Pumpkinhead (Pumpkinhead)-“Aquarius syndrome 💔 it’s fatal”

Victor Crowley (Hatchet)-“Behold. A grunt to the big bad in a dnd campaign”

Jack Torrance (The Shining)-“That’s how I look after a semester of college”

Chucky (Child’s Play)-“If he wasn’t accepting of his gendaflooid kid I’d punt him so hard”

Tiffany Valentine (Child’s Play franchise)-“MILF in riot grrrl band”

John Kramer (Saw)-“He looks like me stoned”

Carrie White (Carrie)-“She’s just like me FR. Oh to be covered in blood. My blood though”

Harry Warden (My Bloody Valentine)-“Me at Chernobyl circa April 26th, 1986”

The Tall Man (The Phantasm)-“American senate”

Pennywise (It)-“Homophobic old bitch”

Frankenstein’s Monster (Frankenstein)-“THATS MY MAN” (Hes a frankenstan)

The Bride (Bride of Frankenstein)-“YEAHHHH”

The Grabber (The Black Phone)-“On my knees for him”

Imhotep (The Mummy)-“Me when i have to wake up for work)

Dracula (Dracula)-“Antisocial goth king”

The Wolfman (Wolfman)-“He walked so furries could run”

Invisible Man (Invisible Man)-“Nursing home vibes”

Gil Man (Creature from the Black Lagoon)-“Poseidon?”

The Puppets (Puppet Master)-“My brain cells gathering to fight god”

Firefly Family (Spaulding, Baby, & Otis)(Firefly Trilogy)-“The three genders: Viking, bloody cowgirl, and clown”

Angela Baker (Sleepaway Camp)-“She looks like such a vibe. I’d be her friend in the 80s”

Norman Bates (Psycho)-“He looks like he supports cops”

Bughuul (Sinister)-“He looks like Gerard Way so I trust him”

The Creeper (Jeepers Creepers)-“That was almost the exact aesthetic I wanted at the beginning of my senior year”

Lubdan the Leprechaun (Leprechaun)-“Why you gotta do Irish people like that”

Russ Thorn (Slumber Party Massacre)-“Me when someone takes the food I’ve been waiting for all day”

Driller Killer (Slumber Party Massacre II)-“Thats just my gender”

Ruby Lane (Fear Street)-“Goth evil Nancy Wheeler vibes. I love it. I wish we could Nancy snap at least once”

Tommy Slater/Nightwing Killer (Fear Street)-“Ohhhhh that is a good design for a villain. I’ll have to steal”

Cyrus Miller (Fear Street 1666)-“No cause that’s FR what I look like half the time minus the blood”

Skull Mask (Fear Street)-“Mood”

The Milkman (Fear Street)-“That’s what all old white male American politicians look like”

The Grifter (Fear Street)-“Why is that knight speed boating?”

Billy Barker (Fear Street)-“That’s just a normal little kid”

Asa Emory (The Collector)-“Doctor who villain”

Bo, Vincent, and Lester Sinclair (House of Wax)-“Older versions of Dustin, Mike, and Will”

The Fisherman (I Know What You Did Last Summer)-“Man door hand hook car door”

Wishmaster (Wishmaster)-“I AM THE SENATE”

Lesile Vernon (Rise of Lesile Vernon)-“He needs some malk”

Phantom Killer (The Town That Dreaded Sundown)-“Oh no”

Farmer Vincent (Motel Hell)-“Animal farm (1945)”

Chromeskull (Laid to Rest)-“Babe wake up. New Ghost member just dropped”

The Klowns (Killer Klowns From Outer Space)-“Us”

The Babadook (The Babadook)-“Gay icon”

Jennifer Check (Jennifer’s Body)-“Twilight pt 2.”

Sam (Trick R Treat)-“I want to punt him” :(

[lexosaurus]

Happy

A fic for dp side hoes week 2021!

Character: Sam Theme: Happiness

This fic was made especially with my good friend @ghostgothgeek in mind. Happy birthday, Steph! Thank you so much for everything you've done for me from helping me get into grad school, to helping me with my DST homework at 2am. You're such an amazing friend and I am SO so lucky to have you in my life. Love ya! Have a good one!

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There was a lot that made Sam happy.

Rainy days where she could curl up with a good book, her weekly slam poetry meetup group, horror movies, that one hole in the wall coffee joint run by a woman who reminded Sam of her grandmother. Sam had so many little moments in her week that made her happy.

She knew some people—especially her mom—would be surprised by this. After all, Sam was the gloomy goth. The “dark and mysterious” teenage girl. The one who was constantly at rallies fighting for animals rights or renewable energy plans from the government. She knew how she came off, she wasn’t stupid.

But at the end of the day, she was still a teenager. And even with all that was wrong with the world, there was still so much that was right.

Like right now, sitting here with Danny. Well...sitting might have been too strong of a word. She was sitting, that much was accurate, but Danny had long since fallen asleep, having given up on math after an hour of struggling. Sam was going to wake him, but he just looked so peaceful, with his black hair brushing down on his face, his hand resting under his cheek.

So cute. 

She wasn’t exactly sure when their relationship had taken a turn from “just friends” to something more. If she had to pinpoint it, it might have been soon after the “fake out make out” session. Sure, she’d had feelings for him before, but that day just changed something between them. Something that neither of them could explain, neither could admit, but she knew that both of them felt.

It didn’t take too long after then for the study sessions to start. Just the two of them, alone, in one of their rooms, pouring over notes as Danny desperately tried to salvage his GPA. More than once, Sam had caught him sneaking glancing over to her when he thought she was utterly focused on her assignments. But Sam never said anything.

After all, she had been sneaking glances over at him too.

Eventually, it reached a point where Tucker called them lovebirds—as he always teased—but instead of the defensive, “We’re not lovebirds!” exclamation they reflexively shouted, Sam and Danny just blushed and looked away.

Sam would never forget the light of recognition in Tucker’s eyes, followed by a cheshire grin trained pointedly at Sam. If she hadn’t been so tomato-faced in the moment, she might have kicked his shin.

After that, the atmosphere around their study sessions changed. There was a new tension in the air that both of them could feel, but neither would acknowledge. 

Sam knew that in the end, she would have to be the one to make the first move. Danny was...well, he was Danny. He was an insecure, teenage boy. Sam could put up a neon sign shouting, “I LIKE YOU” above her head, and Danny would still doubt her.

But, as forward and outgoing as Sam was, she was still...Sam. The passionate, vegan goth of the grade. She wasn’t popular, she wasn’t surrounded by loads of other girls all the time. She wasn’t invited to the parties, girls didn’t come up to her to talk about their weekends or their crushes or anything else that could be interpreted as a budding friendship.

Danny and Tucker were her only friends. If Sam pursued Danny, and things didn’t end well, then she would have no one.

It was too much of a risk.

So Sam held off.

Anytime they were studying, and she saw Danny glancing her way, Sam wouldn’t meet his gaze. If it was movie night, Sam started sitting next to Tucker instead of Danny. After a big ghost fight, when Danny looked to her with adrenalin-filled, electric green eyes, Sam would walk away.

It hurt—it hurt so bad—but she couldn’t risk ruining their friendship. As much as she prided herself on her independence, she still was just a teen girl. 

She wanted to be liked. She wanted friends. 

But the crush wasn’t going away, the energy between them refused to dissipate. If anything, it was more obvious than before.

It was Sam’s mother of all people who finally, at one awkwardly silent dinner table conversation, was the one to talk some sense into Sam.

“So...you and that Fenton boy,” Pam had said, stirring her fork around her plate. “When were you going to tell me about that?”

Sam felt the blood drain from her face. She tried to play it off. “What do you mean?”

“Sammykins, I may be an adult now, but I was a teenage girl once. I’m not stupid. I may not...approve of that boy and his family. But seeing as you two are obviously an item now, and I want to support you as my daughter, I would expect you to invite him over to dinner to formally meet me and your father please.”

“We’re not—”

“Don’t be silly!” Grandma Ida piped up from across the table. “I’ve seen the way you two look at each other. You kids aren’t the sly foxes you think you are!”

There was a certain level of embarrassment at being called out by parents that Sam presumed came in the territory of being a teenager. But after the initial shock wore off, she realized something crucial:

Sam really really liked Danny Fenton.

Perhaps more than she thought she did.

So it was during another study session that it finally happened. The awkward energy was palpable, and she knew that Danny felt it too. Even if he would never say anything.

But when Danny glanced up at Sam, Sam finally looked back.

She saw the slight flush enter his cheeks as his eyes started to dart back down at his paper. But before he could retreat back in his metaphorical shell too much, Sam blurted out, “I like you.”

The pink dusting on his cheeks had spread across his face. His eyebrows shot up, and his mouth hung open like a fish. “I—uh—I think—what?”

She put her pencil down and hid her shaking hands inside the sleeves of her oversized black hoodie. “I like you. A lot.”

“Oh. I...”

Their eyes were locked, violet against blue. Sam wanted to look away, but she was never one to back down from a challenge.

“Oh.” Danny blinked, a grin slowly spreading across his lips. “I like you. Too, I mean. I like you too.”

Sam blinked. Once, then twice. But whatever she was waiting for—the “psych!” that her insecurities were sure he would say—never came. Relief spread across her body, followed by something else. Something warm, something bright.

Something like joy.

She didn’t think about anything after. She just leaned in and kissed him, allowing her body to take over. Danny reciprocated, his lips soft and gentle, as if he were worried about hurting Sam.

That much about him still hadn’t changed, not even months later. Danny still was gentle, sometimes too gentle. He still was often afraid to grab her hand, or reach out and hug her.

But, slowly, a level of comfort was beginning to settle between the duo, and with that followed confidence. It was small, it was subtle, but Sam could see Danny’s progression over the last few months. Slowly he was starting to lean over and kiss her first, or he would text her first, or he would reach over and take her hand just because. Slowly he was getting there.

And she could see her own progression too. The “what-ifs” that had plagued her life before were slowly diminishing. She was more confident now—not just on the outside, but the inside too.

And she’d even made a friend outside of Danny and Tucker. Mia, a girl who hung just outside of Paulina’s clique, had slowly become an unlikely friend, the two hitting it off after they realized that they listened to the same bands one day in class.

Sam was happy. Even if her dorky half-ghost boyfriend was sleeping instead of doing his homework, which meant Sam now had to wake him up and re-explain all the concepts. Even if sometimes Tucker teased them in that immature way he did, or if she felt at constant odds with the city about its lack of environmental awareness, or if Sam’s parents still made snide comments about the “wacky, lunatic Fenton boy’s parents.”

Sam was happy.

Which is why she leaned over and shook said dorky boyfriend awake. “Wake up, Danny. You’ve slept enough.”

Danny groaned, lazily shoo-ing her hand off his shoulder. “Come on, Sam, don’t be a party pooper.”

“What, gonna leave me to do all this by myself? Not even gonna help me a little?” Sam teased.

“Ugh, fine.” Danny pushed himself upright and rubbed the fatigue from his eyes. 

“My knight in shining armor.” 

Grinning, Danny closed the distance between them, pressing his soft lips onto hers. He was cold to the touch, but Sam thrived in the cold.

She broke the kiss, leaning back ever so slightly to gaze into his icy blue eyes. Up close, she could even see little freckles dotting his skin.

“Cute, but we still have homework,” she said.

Danny rolled his eyes and with a dramatic, “I can’t believe you’re doing this to me,” grabbed his notebook and pencil off the ground and readied himself for another hour of math.

Even with another treacherous hour of math ahead of them, when Sam looked at her dorky half-ghost boyfriend, his slightly crooked smile, his slightly too long black hair that was styled in such a way that could only be achieved through a high-speed flight, she couldn’t help but feel content.

Happy.

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Thanks for reading!

[incorrect-sdv-quotes]

Okay so I know this is a SDV Incorrect quote blog but I really wanted to show off my SDV headcanon’s so you may ignore this post if you wish (I’ll go back to the normal posts after this, I have like 13 quotes queue’d up right now) 

Headcanon’s under the cut:

1.Alex’s real first name is Alexander he just prefers to go by Alex

2.Alex is a trans male so he was born female but transitioned to male at age 13

3.The bachelors ages are (listed youngest to oldest):

 Alex: 19 

Sebastian: 19 (one month older then Alex)

Sam: 20

Harvey: 25-30

Elliott: 36

Shane: 38

4.Despite Sam being older then him Alex is taller (if you put them side by side Sam looks taller but that’s only cause of his hair if you flattened it you could see Alex was taller)

5.Sebastian is secretly a vampire (He does look like one anyway)

6. Haley and Alex kind of have a Hazel and Xander from Bunk’d relationship where they’re kinda friends but one of them *cough cough* Haley *cough* has a huge crush on the other to where it’s at yandere point- Haley is not QUITE as crazy about Alex that Hazel is about Xander and unlike Hazel Haley can hide the craziness she does have around people but when it’s just her and Alex she’s all crazy and clingy- 

Like, she’ll call him pet names like “My jock prince” or “Alex-zandy-” or “My knight in shining armor” Etc. etc- or hug him and never let go until someone LITERALLY prys her off- Talk about nutty nutty nut-so-

7. My headcanon voices for the bachelors are: (Well some of them, if a name is in strike through that means I don’t have one for that one- yet)

Alex: Shining Armor from MLP

Sebastian

Sam: Rottmnt Leo/2020 Sonic the Hedgehog/Dewy from Ducktails (this one might change)

Harvey: Fozzie Bear (Harvey: WaKa WaKa (I’m sorry))

Elliott: Gunther from Shake It Up

Shane

8.Shane is basically the god of chickens he’s such a good caretaker of chickens that he could summon an army of chickens to peck the eyes out of everyone in town with one “Babock” CHICKEN ARMY!!

If you decided to read this post and you liked my headcanons then this is it for now more might be added later as I play the game and scroll through the SDV tags on Tumblr more 

EDIT 1: More headcanons!:

9: Elliott is an amazing actor but a horrid horror-movie actor (It’s just his screams are unrealistic he will literally just say “Aaaah” otherwise it’s the same as the rest of his acting) (This scream-glitch is an easy fix if you yell “Ghost” more on that in 10)

10: Elliott is TERRIFIED of ghosts even those cute and/or clearly fake ghosts (Why else do you think Spirits Eve/Halloween has Skeletons every year and not ghosts? No one wants to scare anyone Too bad.) Actually Alex dared Elliott to watch the Disney Junior show Vampirina which went fine until Demi came on screen- Elliott literally wet himself and screamed for 3 whole hours- (Poor Alex who had to listen to that the whole time-)

11: Elliott treats his pocket crab as his ACTUAL son, not as his pet but as his actual biological son (it’s actually really cute)

12: The portraits in this video for a portraits mod is how the characters actually look to me (Excluding Elliott Sam and Sebastian they still live in my brain with their cannon looks): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cmBW8BzSZpU&list=WL&index=1&t=5s

13: Krobus is Sebastian’s father (yeah you THINK it would not make sense along with Hc numb.5 but if you think about it if his father is a monster and his mother is human he’s gonna be born as a human-looking monster! Which is a Vampire!)

EDIT 2: Damnit. I was scrolling through this and I realized I missed a Hc and it slipped through the original post and the EDIT 1!

14: Alex has Dyslexia (this bugger Hc belonged in the original post but it slipped through both edits)

EDIT 3: MORE HEADCANNONS-

15: Both Abigail and Sebastian used to have hair to match their parents (Abby’s was brown (Like said in game) and Sebastian’s was Ginger) but due to their “Unusual” parents (Abigail: Wizard Sebastian: Krobus) their hair changed color when they got older and their mothers just pretended they died their hair so both the towns people and Abigail and Sebastian themselves would not freak out 

16: Sebastian has snake bite piercing's but he only wears them when he’s alone (he got them in the first place cause 1: Sam dared him and 2: he decided it would be a fun way to rebel against dead to Sebastian Demetrius, he didn’t have to keep them but he ended up liking the look) 

17: Sebastian owns a giant frog plush, it’s twice the size of him, is really soft and is incredibly fat (it’s to the point it’s just a circle that has stubby legs) he loves it more then anything Excluding Alex but he does not want anyone finding out he loves it let alone owns it so he stuffs it under his bed when people are in and/or near his room

18: Sebastian’s first word was literally “Froggy”

Ex:

Robin: Can you say “mama”?

Baby!Sebastian: ...Froggy!

Robin:

Robin: Out of all words your first word is “Froggy”? Really?

19: The shortest to tallest Bachelors are:

Shane

Sam (If you take his hair and go *Squishes flat*)

Alex

Sebastian

Sam (If you count the added height from his Mullet)

Harvey

Elliott (Tall stinky sea dude)

20: Sam got Sebastian to scream “Bubbles” for 5 hours straight 

Details on that:

Sam: It’s impossible to say “Bubbles” threateningly

Sebastian:

Five munities later:

Robin: Uhhhh Sam? Why is my son on the roof screaming “BUBBLES”?

21: Sebastian owns a biker jacket but he only wears it when riding his motorcycle cause the jacket makes him look way more goth then emo and he prefers the emo look over goth look despite he acts more like a goth

22: One Feast of The Winter Star Sebastian got everyone an empty box and when they opened it Seb said: “It’s a void of nothingness. Just like life.” He did not get in trouble or nothing cause your allowed to give what you want but he did not do that again

23: Sebastian requires glasses to read, he can see perfectly but when it comes to reading on a computer or on paper he needs glasses

24: Sam does a perfect Darth Vader voice and Darth Vader breathing noises

25: Sebastian has vampire powers (cause he is a vampire (Hc 5)), he knows about them and is chill about it but he does not use them unless necessary cause he just does not feel the need to use them otherwise (His powers include, immortality (he also can’t be killed cause on my take on Vampires the stuff that “Traditionally” harms/kills them is just a mith and actually does nothing to them), super strength, increased speed, fast self-healing, telekinesis (I know this is not “Traditionally” a vampire power but Seb does have it) and the ability to change into a bat)

26: Both Sebastian and Elliott are actually pretty jacked (Not Alex level jacked but still) you just can’t see it unless they’re shirt-less (but in Seb’s case at least loose the hoodie)

27: Harvey’s doctor’s mallet weapon is just as heavy and as big as himself so he rarely goes into combat cause he has trouble welding his own weapon- 

Harvey: Time to explore the mines! *grabs his giant doctors mallet*

Harvey: Nope going down. *falls backward with a thud*

28: Elliott carries at least one very sharp pencil with him at all times so if he sees a very annoying person or a slime that escaped the mines he’ll grab it and go *StAb*

29: Everyone else makes Hermit jokes around Elliott which he finds funny and annoying at the same time (They used to do the jokes about Sebastian as well but they stopped cause when they did Seb strangled them Darth Vader style) Ex of the hermit jokes:

*singing* Someone’s on the beach with a hermit! There’s a hermit on the beach I know I know! Someone’s on the beach with a hermiiiit! And the hermit’s name is Elliott!

30: If you think Elliott’s cannon SDV schedule is anti-social you should see how anti-social he gets when writing a book-

EDIT 4: Surprise, there’s more

31: Elliott is a mermaid merman (he’s a human by day half human half fish by night but he’ll change forms sooner if you dump water on him- found that out by Haley throwing water on him in hopes he’ll melt-)

32: When in ‘fish’ form Elliott’s tail is incredibly strong (if you get hit by it you’ll go flying 900 feet in the air in 5 seconds at full strength)

33:Elliott only lets Harvey call him “Elly” if anyone else does so expect Elliott to dump water on himself then hit you with his fish tail)

34:Vincent will sing The Little Mermaid song “Under the sea” around Elliott and Sebastian (Sebastian cause think about it and Elliott cause he’s an IRL Mermaid)

[koiapoya]

Meet the OC's!

In our universe there are 2 races (humans and beasts) and 4 subcategories;

Zia - Average people, no special abilities.

Distinct feature; none. | Beast: none.

Seiya - People who can fly.

Distinct feature; wings. | Beast: wings.

Amalthea - People with magic powers.

Distinct feature; pointy/elf ears. | Beast: horns.

Aldeferon - People with both wings and magic powers. They're very rare and are usually royalty.

Distinct features; wings and pointy/elf ears. | Beast: wings and horns.

There are also non-humans living amongst humans and they're beasts (monsters). Although they look different they still act like proper humans (there are some cultural differences but that's about it). Just like humans they go into the Zia, Seiya, Amalthea and Aldeferon subcategories.

(Fun fact; Nathan's father is a beast but his mother is a human.)

Now onto the characters!

Eliza Bloom (Eli)[Zia]; She's the loud, "crazy", carefree best friend of Aurora. She's a typical "girly girl" and she's proud of it (E.g. She loves shopping, does her makeup daily, beauty care and stuff like that blah blah) but she knows how to stand up for herself, too. She's also Adrian's aunt.

Adrian Miller[Zia]; He's Eliza's nephew, but he's only a year younger than her. He has 3 best friends (Nathan, Alex and Liam) that he cherishes a lot. He loves playing games and "picking up girls" but in reality he sucks at both. He actually has feelings for Alex but doesn't realize it immediately, thus he keeps denying it.

Aurora Ombretta Umbrum (Bud)[Beast; Amalthea]; She's the mother of the group and Alex's younger sister, somewhat crazy, and claims Adrian as her son. She is also the bestfriend of the chaotic Eliza. She's a big titty goth girl and will beat your ass if you try her son. She has small horns which she hides under her hair and goat ears.

Nathaniel Dallas[Seiya]; Aurora's boyfriend and Adrian's childhood best friend. He loves playing games and he regularly works out. Literally everybody (except for Aurora and Adrian) hates him. He tries his best for Aurora and cares deeply for his friends and family, but he's a scaredy cat. In a fairytale setting he'd be the damsel in distress while Aurora would be his knight in shining armor.

Alexander Hudson[Amalthea]; Quiet, usually wears suits. He's Aurora's older brother. He's openly gay and his friends are fine with it. He used to "mess around" when he was younger but he decided it's time to take things seriously once he fell for Adrian. He HATES Nathan with his whole heart, because he loves his little sister and thinks that such a lowly bastard won't make her happy. Not only that, but he also hates Nathan because of how close he is with Adrian.

Veronica Diamond[Amalthea]; Nathan's childhood best friend. In highschool she's a typical "heather" pretty much. Once she accidentally gets pregnant and abandoned by almost everyone she thought she could trust she changes for the better. (She also starts dating Eliza) Though she used to have a "crush" on Nathan she's actually a lesbian but was repressing it because of her parents up until they kicked her out. (She secretly admires Alex very much.)

[Less important characters]

Noah Spring[Zia]; Aurora's childhood best friend, Nathan's rival. He's been in love with her since kindergarten and Eli likes him and she thinks he'd be a better fit for Aurora.

Liam Edmond[Seiya]; Adrian's best friend since highschool. He's pretty two-faced but his friendship with Adrian is genuine. He dislikes Nathan because he finds him annoying, and hates Alex because they're pretty much rivals.

Mateo Dalton[Zia]; Alexander's younger stepbrother (same father, different mothers). He heard only once about having an older brother and once he got older he decided to look for him. Looks up to Alex. He's very quiet and shy.

William Dallas[Seiya]; Nathan's older brother, fashion designer, travels around the world but sometimes comes to visit.

Lilith Dallas[Beast; Amalthea]; Nathan's younger sister. Being a hybrid between a beast and a Seiya, she has horns and one of her eyes is more goat-like. Her ears are also like a goat's. She's very naive and childish (obviously, since she's still a child.)

[kihaku-gato]

AVTUALLY do you have a like guide on your OCs? Like quick and dirty who are they, why are they, what’s their universe etc etc. you seen yo have so much on them and how they fit in their world but i never really got a grasp on them and i want to know, well, everything

The quick and dirty… mildly challenging but not impossible, I’ll try to boil it all to bare essentials right here.

The World- Hoep

Not including AUs and Miscellaneous little stories/worlds there’s really only one fleshed out world for a good chunk of my OCs, which are in the “Hoepian universe” aka. the planet known as Hoep.

There’s a lot of details/lore for said world but here’s the short of it;

Fantasy setting, everyone’s a dragon. Almost everyone sticks to their human form cause most peoples’ dragon forms are… too smol. The monsters that caused humans before dragons to go extinct are still trying to do the whole planetwide extinction thing, some peeps try to stop it.

 Terra

Badass aloof athletic. Tournament fighter is her hobby but Mana Tech (or “magic scientist/craftsman” for lack of a better descriptor) is her career choice. Her battle style has a bit of a disciplined martial artist or military style to it. She is of a race of (literally) venomous/poisonous dragons, but does a bit to distance herself from any culture attached to that side of her, due to biological family abuse from an early age (well that and the whole “her father is a murderer and war criminal” detail), right to the point that she uses fire magic rather than poison or venom.

Due to the rough start she was a crybaby as a child, but after being adopted by a travelling fighter tournament champion, she started to make efforts on her own accord to be tougher and more like her adoptive mother. Though her mother did influence her badass aloof persona, I like to believe that Terra herself would’ve put her own pressure on herself to be tougher even w/o that influence.

This and that and she’s a little awkward socially. I’ve headcanoned her as Autistic but its one of those things I go on/off on.

She pays her bills partially through Mana Tech commissions (aka. commissions for enchanted clothes, armor, or weapons) as well as occasionally from the few tournaments she competes in.

 Kayla

Bubbly innocent lowkey powerhouse. Very bouncy and girly, a bit of romantic. She is last of her Clan of Monster Slayers (fyi there were three different Monster Slayer Clans that got wiped out). By instinct she is a good monster slayer to the point she took the job of monster bounty hunter to try to get by in her nomadic wanderings all the while not even training herself much to actually do said jobs.

She’s not really book smart, but definitely is attuned to emotions and intuition.

She holds up a very innocent rambunctious maiden kind of personality around people despite that violent career- it’s not so much as lie as much as it’s just the fact she wants to desperately hold onto her dream to be anything but a warrior. Settling down with a s/o, maybe starting a family, that’s what she would love to one day do so.

A bit of a powerful tank; half of it is all that hefty muscle hidden under the fat, the other half of it is her magical power being huge as well. Hard to beat being able to summon a lightning storm with enough build up.

She grows a crush on Terra when they initially meet. Rose-tinted glasses at the time saw Terra as a knight in shining armor.

  Demauria

Third image I had to include cause FRICK Shiro fanarts of Demauria are fucking gorgeous I die

Ice cold smol angry ball of rage. Despite being the shortest of the main roster, she’s actually slightly older than Kayla (some of it is genetic, but also some of it is that bad nutrition and improper magic usage stunted her body a little bit).

Like Kayla, is the last of her monster slaying clan. If that wasn’t bad enough though, Demauria lost family twice; her Clan, but then also her adoptive family as well (which got slaughtered by monsters). Between that and being raised in isolation (desolate arctic wilderness) she has a really bad time managing her emotions, which tend to then all lead to a response of becoming very angry as her emotions get out of hand. I could very easily see people calling her a tsundere (I even jokingly call her that) but it’s not a perfect label for how she is.

Her use of Ice Magic is both from her Clan and from being taught by her late adoptive father.

The one OC to be stubborn about preferring punk/goth aesthetic and very little else. If she wasn’t dealing with the mess she has to deal with (both in herself and the world itself) I would believe she’d be one to delve into Hoep’s history; both reading and studying the world’s roots.

While I’m not proofreading most of this ramble, upon nearing posting this I realized I should probably also explain wtf is with the pink haired vs the red haired with freckles versions of Demauria; like how Gaara (from Naruto) covers his body in a layer of sand for protection, Demauria does the same but with ice which is what causes the bluer hues and the hidden freckles.

 Riivar

Tall Travelling flirtatious entertainer. She’s ex-royalty from another kingdom (daughter to the King of Kennara). She severed her already rocky connection to her royal roots and took career choice of stage entertainer (a jack of many trades; singing, dancing, magical fire light shows, dramas, she dabbles in whatever she feels like having fun in) and struck huge fame. She’s also just is famous for being great with ladies in bed but shhhhh that’s not important.

In stark contrast to her royal roots she’s chill and very free-spirited and is much about having the freedom to do what you want to do in life.

 Harriet

Airheaded ship captain. Despite not being the smartest (she’s “sea smart” and has a lowkey theatre-kid mind but otherwise-), strongest, or prettiest, she makes up scrappy tomboyish charisma. Even in AUs she tends to attract a bit of a loyal crew that can move almost like an extension of herself.

Due to being the magnetic center of attention she can feel very ruffled/threatened when that attention she soaks in gets yanked away from her by someone else accidentally or otherwise (this is often the origin of a lot of Harriet’s animosity towards Terra both in canon and in AUs).

Like Terra, I lowkey headcanon Harriet to be autistic as well (funny for me, their Autistic creator to be so wishy washy on declaring it canon but that’s just how it is).

She was raised in a big family (lots of brothers), and was taught under the wing of a Retired-crimeboss who leads/directs her town’s Tournament Arena. Said ex-crimeboss trained her in “tournament legal” fighting methods but also taught her how to be illegal/dirty/underhanded methods where it be necessary for survival at sea. Before going to sea in her dream to be a seafaring ship captain she fought up the local tournament to become the tournament Champion to get her mentor’s blessing. Harriet had a random encounter with Riivar near Harriet’s “leaving of the nest” which both awoke Harriet’s adoration for women (“oh shit I’m bi”) and her idolization of Riivar to the point that she clumsily tries to mirror Riivar’s flirtatious mannerisms if she’s trying to woo a lady.

Though she holds herself to be graceful (her ability to ballerina spin for her water-magic attacks would fool anyone to believing that) she has a bit of a fumble-klutz streak in odd moments; the missing tooth in her smile was from tripping headfirst into the ship deck after a successful brawl against a rivaling ship crew at sea where she didn’t even acquire a scratch during said brawl (most AUs find similar ways to cause her to get a lost tooth in her grin).

You’d think her shipcrew would be a band of pirates but that’s mildly off the mark despite the well-matched aesthetic; she does not seek to steal, so she gets her ship’s maintenance paid by a blend of discovered sunken treasure/artifacts (some which she keeps for shiny keepsies) and the odd cargo/trade delivery to various places.

 Anne

Shy gentle beefcake. Same boat as Kayla and Dema in that she is the last of her respective monster slaying Clan (while Kayla was a kid and Dema was a baby when that happened to them, Anne had it happen to her in her tweens). In the fleeing for her destroyed home she eventually ended up in the great deserts where she was adopted by one of the nomadic desert dragon clans. Being lava magic (the magic her bloodclan specialized in) is similar to earth magic she quickly learned of the earth/stone golem techniques from said desert clan. While she’s capable of using lava magic she often uses earth magic first till the lava magic “warms up”. At some point she ran off to try to avenge/reclaim the town of her lost Clan from the monsters and left quite a mark on said monsters (not w/o getting scarred up physically and mentally herself though).

After that encounter rather than delve further on the monsterhunter role or return to the desert clan, she wandered around confusion of what she should do only to somehow end up in Harriet’s crew in a chance encounter. Before meeting Harriet she was getting money by a mix of selling baked pastries and shiny gems/minerals she prospected with her earth magic.

I’m still bouncing around on a lot of her motives and personality (the first conception of her she was a bit of a battle hungry warrior- not anymore, she softer now) but for the moment she’s pretty quiet and shy despite being so big and strong; she’d rather have a calmer life and embrace a more feminine style in how she holds herself, but she too busy having Destiny/Responsibility of being a monster slayer breathing down her neck despite not wanting to involve herself in those things.

 I’m not entirely sure if that’s a good down and dirty of the main OC 6 but I hope it is. I’d mention a lot of my other OCs (Hoepian or otherwise) for their sum ups but most of them are short story characters or support characters at best, or just pretty faces with little personality at worst.

[electric-marrow]

mouth dreams review but it was typed live while i was listening to it and completely unedited

under the cut because it’s 1800+ words. also, swearing. actual review to come soon!!

mouth dreams' first track is ephemeral and beautiful, spine-chilling and moving. it rocks you into this world in a beautiful passageway, like the entrance to sakaar, and the moment it peaks over into the twilight opening you are almost on the verge of tears.

and then we will rock you kicks in.

/and then the spongebob squarepants opening theme kicks in/.

and then the two motherfucking /sync/.

a beautiful piece of childhood, worked over another. beautiful guitar overlaid with beautiful chanting almost powerful.

the next song uses extensive sentence mixing, but is cut so smoothly that we are convinced Cash is offering up an absurd, painstakingly honest tale. "it's probably a good train." fuck, fuck, yes, it probably is. "my mama was my train." fuck, she was...

the instrumentals are soul-rising, and the "baby, baby, baby" undercurrent is eargasmic. everything about it feels like you're listening to your dying mentor's backstory.

it moves you, and you keep moving. this whole album keeps you in constant motion, as if you yourself have some falling to do.

and then he says "i shit my pants". and you realise, this is it, this is NEIL'S ALBUM, oh, how foolish you were for forgetting.

HELL YES IT'S FUCKING PSYCHO KILLER. let me pause the review of that song, fuck yes.

a heavily sentence-mixed "pyscho killer" focusing on david byrne's bed, overlaid atop the iconic instrumentals of super freak.

this makes the talking heads classic seem like an upbeat song you might hear on the radio. it's much less somber, more passionate.

neil's humor pokes through visibly, shining like a beacon of light that brings a smile to your tear-stained face.

there's no room to breathe on this album; the songs come running together in the most gorgeous of ways. holy shit, am i only twelve minutes in? i think i might sob.

this one is unfamiliar at first—i only saw the partridge family once or twice as a kid. the remixing is smooth, so that it sounds natural.

so natural that when it starts to sound unnatural, it's a terrifying work of art that made me shake. a plea with you to be happy, almost a demand, like they're outside your windows.

the music starts to dance from ear to ear, and it's almost masterful in the horror it invokes.

and then there's scatting. or, what sounds like it.

and then you realise it's the chili's babyback ribs ad. it's soulful, placed atop everybody wants to rule the world in smooth ease.

that's when marilyn manson starts shrieking. the roughness, the rasp, smacking against that smooth drawl. it's a beautiful juxtaposition.

oh, and then the lion sleeps tonight is there. somehow, it fits. you start to revel in neil's genius. no one will ever be able to achieve this again, not in the same way. this is the beacon that you needed in these dark times.

you wonder if you'll cry the next time you hear this.

it's a pretty effective ad, actually. if marilyn manson advertised everything, i might buy it.

the next song makes you jump to attention. the track teased in the trailer, with its jumping guitar and its congested vocals. this sounds almost natural, like an authentic goth song.

of course, he has to say "mouth". aerosmith and green day and, most importantly, neil cicierega, combining to create a mouthy ballad that echoes through you.

—oh, goddamnit, green day. september 30th. neil woke up when september ended. fuck. dammit. is that insensitive? maybe. shit.

i'm not well-versed with music, so these songs were both pretty alien. however, their mixing is masterful, and the removal of the singer's objections to his situations form a sweet little ballad.

my own worst enemy. this one is  familiar, and it makes heads turn as you realise what music is slowly remixed.

a rocking tribute to sleeping with your clothes on. short, sweet, rockin' and rollin' as hard as it can.

the segue is beautiful, like it's natural.

the lyrics make your chest heave, and the sound itself is heavily distorted to a dreamy state, as if you are as drunk as the singer sounds. anything can be amore, you realise.

the distortion is noticeable without ruining the track, and neil has gotten significantly better.

it ends a little more nightmarishly, and makes you feel very real. very in your skin. fuck yeah, neil.

the following "stop" is even more jarring, and it's almost welcome.

and then, stacy's mom. i think the instrumentals are where is my mind, i don't know. but it /works/, and it fits together, with stacy's mom slowed down considerably but not so that it ruins the track. the pitch is shifted properly so that it becomes an angry slow ballad about stacy's mom. rife with heartbreak.

and then it stops, breaks off into a cry for "mom" that might awaken buried maternal issues in the listener. maybe just me, though.

here comes fred durst. it gets the "wow wow" treatment, and its nookie theme becomes sweet, bouncing around with innocent sentimentality. i thought i heard seinfeld around there somewhere.

this is a good point in the album to close your eyes and really hear the album, to feel what ou are truly experiencing. it can move by too fast if you're not paying attention. listen to that iconic sledgehammer guitar. listen to—mario?

fuck. fuck. fuck.

fucking christ. not the fucking ewok celebration.

almost nonsensical lyrics play over the nookie instrumental (reversing the last track's roles), and the combination is natural and rowdy. you slowly realise what those ewoks reflected in neil's glasses /mean/, and it horrifies you just a little.

god, that's good. fuck you, neil.

jingles? is that—jingles?

a moment of confusion. and then, THX.

the iconic, crawling note, invading your ears and then slowly fading out. "she drives me crazy" is playing, and the THX sound is its backing track.

only neil.

it gets better as it goes on, from a joking track to a genuinely orchestral sensation. it's good music. it's beautiful. it feels like an action movie soundtrack, as the hero discovers a massive secret.

maybe you are dreaming.

the next sound sample is jarring. the announcement. the outsiders cast. and then more, and then more. it feels like a list of gods left in a dying world. johnny.

and then there is johnny cash.

and then it isn't.

what neil plays is heartbreaking. it feels like your world is crashing down around you. it's a betrayal that could bring anyone to their knees. the booing played behind it is appropriate.

but he builds that world right back up, with soft, strumming guitar. it's forgiveness and vitriol all rolled into one.

actually, you can forgive him for the next track. yes. fireflies. let's fucking go. closer overlaid with fireflies. yes. hell yes.

it's like a gift, a peace offering.

the nostalgic, upbeat lyrics, feel deeper atop the warbling, warped backing track. it's like owl city's song about dreaming feels like it could be a teenage angst anthem.

it's art.

the plucked guitar fades out, and the lyrics start to distort. everything fades away...

nevermind, time for billy joel.

the shrieking, screaming, rasping lyrics of nightmare are mixed atop the bouncing piano music, so the song lays halfway between an upbeat piece of joy, and a warning.

it ain't over yet.

xylophone. why is there xylophone?

the iconic "powerhouse" track serves as our instrumentals, the classic sound one from our childhood as the droning sound of jack white forms a buzzing piece of heartbreak. only neil, right?

only neil.

the "War" sample is iconic, and it makes you jump.

the "Wannabe" sample will make you writhe.

iconic, jamming guitar, and also wario. the spice girls, and also wario. yes. yes. this is it.

the following laughter brings back your childhood. elfman's work on the peewee soundtrack, peripatetic in nature, running up and down your ears as gorillaz croons a bittersweet sound. it becomes almost triumphant against the instrumental, re-energized like the monster in frankenstein's lab.

peewee is laughing. maybe we should laugh too.

the next one up is soft, plucked note by note, until alanis morisette goes completely off the deep end. the spoons, alanis.

holy shit, is that knight rider?

this mashup is classic, expertly remixed without a single hitch. it's neil at his finest, neil at his neiliest, alanis' quiet "Don't you think?" almost smug.

the sound of rain, followed by the crooning iconic "raiiiiin" is enough to make you break down. this is a blessing from an unknowable god.

two backstreet boys lines run up against each other, forming a surrounding sound that envelopes you in shaking guitar until the distorted sound in the back becomes noticeable.

there it is. there's the song you were waiting for.

your savior has arrived, and it is in a horrible form. it rises from the tomb in an unholy abomination. you fall to your knees.

"wake up."

i can't. i'm trapped here. i can feel every single one of my vertebra. i'm crying.

and then beethoven and britney make a duet.

"hit me baby one more time" runs along iconic dashing violin.

you start to hear it, and then it's there even more.

the hall of the mountain king, slowly building, the suspense enough to bring you to the edge of your seat. weezer's lyrics are pronounced like an oracle's prophecy, sardonic and yet grim, delivered with its iconic "say it ain't so" almost ironic.

then the crescendo hits, and the singing feels like it's declaring your fate. it rocks you, and never lets you still.

...and then there is the dial-up. you're staring at neil's face, and you realise the title itself has a secret. the starred letters spelled out "nice modem."

the screeching dial-up sound, and then nothing. you're sitting in the silence, with this quiet revelation.

he's carried you through the greatest adventure of your life, and then left you in the nothingness, tearing away a world that could only be imagined in the dreams of a 90s kid raised on the internet.

it's heartbreaking, but it mends every single tear of that vital organ. it's alright. neil's got you. this is his gift, this is his message.

he shares this dream with us, because it's the only piece of hope we can hold onto. someone else's dream, forged on childhood memories and ambition, woven together with years of experience until it culminates into an hour-long album of cultural mashup and musical blasphemy.

it brings tears to my eyes, and then wipes them off. it wants you to feel, it wants you to bleed, and then it wants you to heal. rejoice, says mouth dreams. rejoice. rejoice in what the world has given you.

you're going to be alright.

definitely, like, a solid 9/10. pretty good album. i think my favorite track was either brithoven or superkiller, tell me what yours was in the replies!

i can see new colors.