#tasked to SLAY the princess!!!!)

[blacktabbygames]

[rook2ii]

I'm working on revising the first (and second i guess?) chapter of that slay the princess x steven universe fic i was talking about writing and i just. really felt the need to draw this little scene from it.

ft. my working gem designs for cheated, hero, contrarian, and cold

I promise that I'll actually upload the fic at some point lmao i just wanna finish revising it first

[tharrb]

Slay the princess amphibia au

[salty-an-disco]

WHY DID I NOT KNOW THE SKILLS IN DE ARE ALSO REFERRED TO AS “THE FURIES”????

[fictionadventurer]

Those "modern fairy tales where the princess saves herself" types of books not only misrepresent the gender roles in fairy tales (there are tons of stories where girls get to save the day), but they fundamentally misunderstand the entire genre.

Fairy tales aren't about saving yourself.

These aren't epic myths or heroic legends about the great warriors who slay every monster in their path because they're so awesome. Fairy tales are almost always about ordinary, even incompetent, people who get thrown into strange situations where they only succeed because of the help of others.

It's not a gendered thing. The boy who goes off to seek his fortune is usually the dim-witted third son whose older brothers are the strong, smart ones. The third son succeeds because he is kind to the magical helpers who then complete the tasks for him--and the exact same thing happens when a girl is the main character.

The characters in a fairy tale rarely succeed because they embrace their own strength and take their own path. Much more often, they are told step-by-step what to do, and they succeed because they obey--respecting the wisdom of others.

The core virtue of a fairy tale is not pride, but humility. It's not a story about the strong, but those who are weak, small, helpless. The people who can't do it all on their own, but can recognize the worth and wisdom of others.

Turning this story into a "girl power" (or even a "boy power") story warps it into something that is fundamentally the opposite of a fairy tale, and it has nothing to do with the gender of the main character.

[leaderincrows]

{late lads yuri week entry} The princess was tasked with slaying the last dragon but unfortunately she’s a raging lesbian with a lot of empathy 🌠

[arcane-darkling]

Chapter II: The Dial (Fan Princess)

(more info, chapter III and extra drawings below cut!)

Upon meeting the princess in Chapter I, the hero decides to stay inside the basement with her, in complete silence. However, the end of the world is inevitable, and he ends with it (Or so The Narrator says). That's when you arrive at Chapter II: The Dial.

"I've been waiting for you." Her voice is tired, yet composed. As you make your way downstairs, she appears almost mystical. Her dress is tattered, and her messy hair reaches the dusty floor. But what catches your attention the most is the constant ticking of clocks, all set to different times, and the hourglasses attached to her.

She tells you to sit down and wait, and maybe chat with her. If you wait with her for long enough, the sand in the hourglass will reach the bottom, and she will be free. She will make for a serene heart. Do not mourn her, this is the moment she was waiting for.

But, if you decide to slay her or cut her out despite her protestations, she will explode into a bunch of sand, quickly filling up the basement, then everything goes dark and you die.

Chapter III: The Sandstorm

You find yourself on a deserted path, the flying dust overwhelming you. You go to the cabin, expecting to find a safe place to hide. But to no surprise, the source of the Sandstorm is the princess herself. Approaching her is a difficult task, the fierce wind pulling you in the opposite direction, bombarding your eyes and lungs with dust.

Failing to reach her ends by she destroying what's left of the cabin. If you manage to, however, you'll get to have a chat with her. You have two choices: Hug her, making the storm calm down. This allows you to leave with her. Alternatively, you can "reach for her heart" and slay her, to which she's promptly taken away by Shifty.

I finally made a fan princess! After debating multiple names (from the clock, the hourglass, the ticking, and the eternal), I settled on the dial. I still think it's subject to change, but who knows.

[kate321sblog]

I can only say that my slave has good taste when it comes to boots/ high heels, 

Thank you 🍒☺️

You’d probably be turned on by the amount of physical labor I put into this room

[delphientropy]

slay the princess is SOOO did system core its actually genuinely so interesting

yeah you gotta do a task and the Voices In Your Head™️ start bickering and talking and sometimes its quiet and other times its so deafeningly loud and when other people realise that you have voices in your head they go "thats not normal, what do you mean you hear voices?"

one voice argues "no im not some shard of glass. im. im me."

another whispers a mantra "heart. lungs. liver. nerves."

one is optimistic

one is angry

one is cold

one is in love

one is paranoid

the shards of glass thing immediately reminded me of how systems are seen as a fragmented mind like???

[blacktabbygames]

why is scarlet hollow hard to pitch? you can romance a cool stylish goth girl who loves anime and has a pet stick bug. this should be enough for people

So part of the challenge is that, from a marketing perspective, that isn't really a pitch! You don't actually know what kind of game it is from that, and there isn't a story hook. A pitch needs to communicate: 1. Gameplay. 2. Story. 3. Why someone should play — what's ~special~ about the game?

And a good pitch needs to do all of that without falling back on specific genre-descriptors. So you can't just say, "it's a mystery game" or "it's a horror game," and you definitely can't say "it's a visual novel."

Slay the Princess has (IMO) a very strong pitch (and I can say that because we've got hard data on how well it sells!):

Juxtaposition of cute art with horror elements sets the tone and communicates the interesting narrative dissonance in the game.

Logo + "please don't" combination establishes a push and pull between the narrator and princess + communicates that the game is funny.

Short description tells you the story by giving you a task, and communicates that you have agency to do something different in the second sentence.

To capture what's special about Scarlet Hollow you need:

To communicate the story hook — harder with a slow burn!

Communicate how much your choices matter — useless to say as a developer, because developers lie about this all the time.

Scarlet Hollow is also dragged down a bit by being in early access — so we have high hopes for it performing a lot better after the full release.

Falling back on the splashscreen text we use as an intro (you won't be able to save everyone, etc.) helped improve things a lot — it communicates in a quieter way that choices matter. And it's also helped to lean on the reputation we built w/ StP by mentioning it at the beginning. But even then, most days we're able to move 1 copy for every 20 copies we sell of StP.

At the end of the day though, we're super comfortable and stable as a studio now, so we can continue to make scarlet hollow the best game we can without worrying about how well it sells on a day to day basis!

[sorry-not-feeling-it-right-now]

You think the reason why Contrarian thinks so lowly of himself is because of the fact that we chose to walk away from our task of slaying the princess

Cause. Ok. Imagine with me.

You are Contrarian. The first thing you were told right after you got your consciousness is that you were tasked to slay the princess. You thought to yourself, “I am not cut out for this!!! What do you mean I’m the one who had to slay her?? The fate of the whole world is in my hands??? Why me??? I’m not special in any way!!!”, and so you chose to walk away from the cabin and put your responsibilities away from your head. And then oh! You looped back to the cabin again! And the Narrator seems pissed at you. You think, “wow this guy seems really pissed off. Wouldn’t it be funny if I walk away again just to mess with him”. And so you walk away again, partly because you REALLY don’t want to kill anyone, partly because you are not confident in yourself to actually get the job done, and partly because you want to mess with the Narrator. Perhaps partly out of spite too. And then the world falls apart and then a new loop starts, and you were given a voice.

Him walking away from the situation shows a lack of confidence. Uncertainty, even. He just opened his eyes and all of the sudden he’s being told that he’s the saviour of an entire world. He doesn’t want to deal with any of that! He’s just some guy!!! He’s not cut out for any of this!

Also. Mirroring him and Cold here. Cold thinks of himself as “special” because he’s the only voice who was able to kill the princess without getting harmed. Contrarian on the other hand doesn’t think of himself as anyone special, nor does he think he’s cut out for the job. Neither of them have really met the Princess or get to know her in any way.

(Edited to have this cause I have a stupid idea. Ignore this)

[loz-untold-myths]

♡ Untold Myths: Light & Time Event [2025] ♡

Day 3 | Light: Continue | Time: Reversal

The dark cloud consumed the room, swirling around the two destined to destroy it. The hero still attempted a broken breath— but the effort proved futile. Zelda murmured his name too many times to count; it was nowhere near enough to coerce his pain away. Over Link's haphazardly rising and falling chest, the princess could see the phantom of another man— not Agahnim nor the other demons— but a stranger. A stranger who stared her down with a disturbing golden glare and a malicious smile. It was as if he relished seeing her this way— seeing Link this way. Although he did not move an inch, he mouthed something: words that were incomprehensible, but repeated by the beast that hid him. “The hero chosen to slay me… the only failsafe to your undoing…. and that was all he could do? Foolishly shield a lost cause with his body? Challenge my minions with an incomplete sword? What a pathetic excuse for a warrior!” And to his followers he roared, “Scatter across this land! Slaughter every last Great Fairy or Oracle, every last soldier of Hylia, and submit them to the fate of this unrealized hero!” The demons at last let the second layer of disguise chip away, reduced to three monsters of their own. With pure devotion they heeded his command, and to the corners of Hyrule they went to bring forth the queendom’s withering. But the princess hardly processed the warning. Deep down, she recalled her brother’s words… and, in a horrific sort of way, she understood that they both knew a different truth. The Great Fairy’s talk of sacrifice was barely breathing in her arms— fading fast— but she was merely a child tasked with an impossible burden, as her brother said. Nothing made her feel it more so than the way she wanted time to reverse— just to bring Link back. What a selfish thing it was! Would the queendom not have been saved had Link been the one left to fight this beast?

Can you tell I couldn't decide between colors??? This piece really threw me for a loop between finishing the designs for both outfits shown, figuring out the pose, and finding colors I liked. I wanted the composition to be wonky and all that, but if I ever redraw this I'm going to even put the Dark Beast's maw at an angle. I honestly wish I could have managed to make it look like the official art for Calamity Ganon instead, but I couldn't make it work with this style. Maybe eventually, though...

Anyway, bye Link. Spoilers by the way. This piece is more symbolic than anything, aiming for the Breath of the Wild parallels! This scene looks a bit different in the story. ^^

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[sweetsaladpainterranch]

An Angelic Solution

*you are an exorcist who lost her wings during the short Hazbin battle, but, as a newly fallen angel, your unique blood is desperately needed by a certain wounded radio demon*

...

It had been a rough transition from the Heavenly army of demon-slaying exorcists to the frail cat demon that you were now. Adam had assured all of you that the mission would be as easy as any other extermination, but that was far from the truth.

You're squad had surrounded the tall, effeminate spider. Confident that a mere tommy gun couldn't harm the likes of an angel, however, you didn't bother to dodge the bullet (unaware that the enemy had acquired angelic steel). You died quickly while hearing the demon's laughter while the last feeling your ethereal body had was being stabbed in the chest by an overeager tiny goblin.

***

So, many of your sisters had transitioned to a demonic body, as a second chance at an afterlife, yet one by one you were either enslaved by soul contracts or slaughtered by newly distributed angelic weapons.

You had no choice...

***

As a last ditch effort, you'd shown up at the Hazbin hotel half dead, bloody, and wounded from an intense battle with a pack of random hell hounds who recognized the wing scars on your back. Thankfully, and surprisingly, the Princess Morningstar wasted no time in taking you in and nursing you back to health. You had no idea how she so easily forgave your part in attacking her precious hotel, however, you worked diligently at any task she gave you.

Some days you were a plumber. Some others, a (terrible) kitchen chef or maid. No matter what, you were determined to repay the Princess's kindness.

Your presence had noticably concerned many of the original hotel guests including the fabulous porn star you saw plastered all over Hell. However, after learning about your fellow demons and even developing empathy for their struggles, you soon made strong bonds with everyone. After about 2 months at the Hazbin Hotel, you had an understanding that you were wrong in your heavenly assumptions about Hell's mortal souls and even strove to redeem your actions.

Lady Vaggie, in particular, had become somewhat of a role model for you as the first to realize the barbaric nature of the exorcism slayings. Only to pay with her eye and wings as symbols of abandonment from her unworthy superiors. Even though you now shared the characteristics of a cat, you never missed an opportunity to spar or learn from the moth. Sometimes it was only accompanying her to a therapy session with other guests, but you always gained something from the experience.

You now understood the error of the biased teachings from Adam and Heaven, but you were inspired by Vaggie's dedication to the Princess's redemption plan and did your best to repay them both.

***

Things were going well, you had finally adjusted to your new feline form and the others had fully acclimated to your presence. You attended meetings and had formed relationships with nearly everyone except the mysterious smiling red demon. No matter what, he always seemed to disappear before you had the chance to converse with him. Your prime nose also always caught a sweetly bitter stench from wherever he was standing. It was the familiar smell of rot and decay.

Despite how many attempts at confronting him about the obvious smell of a wound, you could never get him to clearly talk about it with you. Eventually, you went to Vaggie about it but before you could even knock on the hotel office door, you were suddenly swallowed by darkness.

It only took a moment before you were unceremoniously spat unto a dark red rug in a dark unfamiliar room. Your sensitive ears immediately perked up to hear whatever clues they could find. Your tail riggedly flicked forward and back incase you needed to spring out of danger, but you tried to first take in your sparse surroundings. The room, what you could see, was made up of a large bed lit up by a green fireplace and a singular high back leather chair.

However, your attention was immediately drawn to the person seated comfortably on the plush chair. Alastor sat with his ever present smile, but his eyes were narrowed dangerously, one leg draped elegantly over the other. While his body was directed towards you, his gaze faced the fireplace in an intense focus. It felt like years before he finally spoke and broke your suspicious posture, "Hello, dear. I don't believe I've had the pleasure of an introduction, though, as a formal enemy I'm sure my lasp in manners can be understood."

It didn't escape your keen ears how his sharp teeth scraped together or how his tone wavered in the effort of seeming normal. You were certain that this man was hurt and he needed help no matter how odd he was. You stood up slowly and held your empty palms outward so that you'd look harmless.

"L-look, Alastor, I didn't mean any har-"

He chuckled deeply at your display and continued, "Oh, I know how harmless you are to me, darling. However, since you took it apon yourself to stick your nose into my private business, I believe a formal introduction is in order." He now twisted his face to look you square in the eyes with a harsh crack in his neck and you cringed at the sudden sound.

"You're hurt." , you tried to begin only to be met with more condescending laughter, "I can smell the work of heavenly decay upon you and we need to address it."

It seemed that your words only served to fuel his amusement as it took a while before his satirical chuckles died down.

"Ah yes, I'm sure dear Charlie and Vagatha will take your word over mine, given how you tried to kill their comrades not even 5 months ago!"

You had heard many stories about the infamous Radio Demon's protective side from Husk, but you weren't going to accept a brush off when action was required.

You settled a leveled glare towards Alastor and continued, "Fine! We can leave them out of it, but your wound needs to be addressed before the worst happens..." You ended with a long silence so that he'd catch your meaning. This man was a demon, and as such, his last soul's form, so, if he dies now, his soul will only feed the otherworldly forces that maintain Earth, Heaven, and Hell.

He seemed to consider your words as he looked deeply into your eyes to find whatever deceit that laid there. But, you've always been been a straight forward person so there was nothing to find, other than mild discomfort at his odd facial expression.

"Why?", the deer demon asked suspiciously while still gaging your every facial movement.

"Because you'll die." , you responded flatly, "I can help". What more did this man want?

He seemed to measure your short response before standing from his leather throne and quickly striding towards you. You kept your posture solid and straight despite his increasingly intense aura surrounding you with his every step. He stopped mere feet from your shoes as he bent at the waist to meet your eyes with his searing gaze.

"How can a failed angel possibly help me?"

You knew he doubted you but your fierce dedication to lady Vaggie's redemption efforts would be tarnished if you backed down to his demonic tactics now.

"I may be fallen, but my blood is still golden."

You made sure to keep your eyes leveled with his own and you knew he was barely hanging onto his steady facade. While demonic blood can only erode, golden angelic blood can repair and rebuild the illness of the soul.

"Nothing in this existence is free. What would want in exchange?" , he asked with practiced self defense. You knew Hell was the worst for the worst, but what could he have been through to feel that help was only weighted. This was Hell after all and you did need something if you were to survive outside of the hotel's safety.

"Self defense." , you uttered lowly. "I'd like to go outside without someone attacking me because I seem frail."

You're well versed on the hazards of making such a deal with a demon like Alastor, however, the call of safety was far too loud to be ignored. Your tail fluffed up as his smile seemed to cut through his cheeks and he stood up rod straight when he held out his hand. It glowed green and you heard faint whispers of warning and anguish, "Easy enough, my darling. You provide me heavenly healing and I'll see that no one troubles such a lovely lady as yourself."

You grasped his hand but he pulled you in close to his chest and added, "However, you will refrain from speaking of this deal and anything related to it to anyone other than myself." He smiled. "What would the papers say if the mighty Radio Demon fell so low that he needed a fallen angel's aid?"

He was right, the hotel needed his protection, but more than that it needed the fear that his name ignited in the hearts of those who might attack. You were fine with helping such a needed resource but you weren't stupid enough to turn away that resource in your own life, so you gave your acceptance and shook his large hand.

You only saw a jagged smile before you found yourself dumped onto the large, plush bed on your back looking up into his sharp, glowing eyes. "Now then" , he began excitedly while placing his hands next to each side of your head. His long jacket and waist coat were missing and you could smell the ever-strong, sweet scent of his rotting wound. "Let's begin..."

***

Hey, I hope you enjoyed this short. Idk if it's an idea that anyone would be interested in but it's been floating in my head for a while, so here we are 😂 Let me know if you'd like a part 2 that I'm already writing.

-S.S.P.R.

[cinnbar-bun]

the jotaro munchies have HIT…. can i please request a pt.4 jotaro and some good domestic family fluff w smolyne…. i am so…. soft for her……

A/n: Okay so I'm going to cheat and combine like... the 4-5 requests I got of 4taro and Smolyne into one!!!

Domestic Family Fun Time (ft. Smolyne)

Summary: After recognizing he needs to be at home more, Jotaro is tasked with joining in on some of the activities you and Jolyne often partake in together!

Today's activities... slaying an evil monster and doing makeup.

Rating: SFW- pure fluff and comedy!

Word Count: ~1.4k

Notes: Reader is GN! but they do know/use makeup. Never specified if Jolyne is your biological/step daughter, and no mentions of Jolyne's mom- so feel free to imagine whatever you want! I imagine Jolyne as about ~5-6 here.

Taglist (if you'd like to be added, please fill out the form in the pinned or message me!): @gingernut1314 @adeadcreator @child-ofdust @starr-l1ghtt

Jotaro does his best to rectify some of his absence in the house since Jolyne was a newborn. He’s more present now and tries to support you and his daughter. 

Still, he’s the same stoic man, so don’t expect him to be so different now that he’s at home. He’ll be taking these duties very seriously, keeping an eye on the house, never taking a break, always work and- 

Oh who is he kidding? Even if he tries to look tough, Star Platinum is pretty much always exposing him. Star Platinum can’t help but reveal how happy and excited Jotaro gets at home with you two. 

Jotaro isn’t too used to dealing with Jolyne as she gets older, in the sense that she is becoming more active and starting to formulate her own thoughts. Still, he tries his best to work with his hyperactive daughter. 

Jolyne loves playing games and being physical. One of her favorite things to do with you is pretend to have to save you from a big monster while she is a super cool ‘fairy mermaid knight’. Normally, you two would play this by yourselves, but since Jotaro has been focused on being at home, he gets to witness these games. 

At first he stood off to the side and watched as Jolyne jumped off the couch and hit a large pillow covered with a blanket that served as one of the ‘minions’. He noticed how active you were in playing along and expressing with Jolyne, which he took note of for future reference. 

The next few times you played pretend, Jolyne beggggedddd Jotaro to please please please pretty please with a cherry on top play mermaid fairy knight with her. 

He wasn’t sure what his role was supposed to be, so he awkwardly asked, making her brainstorm. 

“Um… hm… well…” 

That is, until you had the brilliant idea to play the ‘evil villain’ and ‘kidnap’ Jotaro (put him inside the foldable pink castle playset). Jolyne was so excited to play along, and you began monologuing like a cheesy villain. 

“Now, young princess, I’ve kidnapped your father and placed him in this indestructible fortress where he can never leave! Mwahaha! Look at how terrified he is!” 

Jotaro just stands there, unsure of what to do, before you nudge his arm and gesture with your face for him to act along. He nods and then in the most bland tone ever- 

“Ah… I am… so scared. Please Jolyne. Save me.” 

You and Jolyne had to look away and stifle your laughter from that awful performance, but quickly got back into character. 

Jotaro uses Star Platinum to help Jolyne jump higher or make her feel like she is gliding for a bit. 

You hammed up the evil act while Jotaro would make the most monotone ‘screams’ as you ‘tortured’ him (tickling him or kissing him all over his face). Jolyne would yell back or gag playfully and then smack you with her fake weapon. 

Of course, you had to give a riveting performance and fake die dramatically before laying on the ground with a silly face, making Jolyne squeal happily and run up to Jotaro. 

“Thank you, Jolyne, for saving me. I’m in your debt.” 

Jolyne gets smug and talks about how of course she was going to save him, she’s his dad, and she’s gonna be a cool hero just like him!

Cue you nearly breaking character to sob and Jotaro mumbling a ‘good grief’ while tilting his hat down to hide the fact he also wants to break down at how cute Jolyne is. 

He makes sure to make her favorite dinner after- pizza rolls.

Another thing she manages to whisk you into doing is makeup. Jolyne loves to try it on and even put it on you. Sure, you end up looking like a brightly colored clown at the end, but it’s quite fun. 

Jolyne loves how colorful and sparkly she looks by the end of it when you finish her makeup. 

One day, though, while Jotaro is watching a documentary on dolphins, Jolyne comes up to him with her makeup kit and asks (read: says) to do his makeup. Jotaro is unsure at the suggestion- he’s never even worn makeup before- and seeing you walk behind her with lime green and purple eyeshadow and red lipstick makes him nearly second guess if he should do it. 

But one look at Jolyne’s face (which is done up in very pretty blue makeup thanks to you) and he sighs and accepts his fate, promptly closing his eyes and pausing the documentary. 

You join in with Jolyne and help her apply the makeup, properly showing where everything should go. 

“Ah, see, we have to apply the foundation here like this-” “Damn, dad, you’re pale!” “Jolyne-!” 

Jotaro knows this is going to be a mess but he’s finding it admittedly hilarious how serious you and Jolyne are taking this. Star Platinum is smiling widely at the both of you and eagerly pointing at different products as you two apply them.

“Hm, which color should we choose, Jolyne?” “Ah… I think dad should get green! No, wait, black!” “Black, huh? A bold choice, dear.” 

Everything goes pretty smoothly until he comes upon perhaps the worst torture known to man. 

Doing his eyelashes and eyeliner. Before you can even apply the eyelash curler to him, he opens his eyes and gasps. Hell no. That is NOT going anywhere near him. 

“Jotaro! It’s safe, I promise!” “The fact you need to clarify that it’s ‘safe’ tells me it isn’t.” “Stop being a baby and just close your eyes.” 

He relents after a bit of arguing, only to feel his heart stop when you bring the eyeliner out. 

“You are not putting a pencil in my eyes.” “It’s not in your eyes, it’s around-” “No.” 

Jotaro swears this is supposed to actually be a torture device. There’s no way that people around the world willingly put this stuff on. He cannot keep looking up without blinking a million times as you try to put the eyeliner on. 

“Stay still!” “Don’t put a pencil in my eyes then!” 

Jotaro honestly would rather fight Dio again than bother putting on eyeliner again. 

Finally, you finish and he releases the breath he held in… until you bring out mascara. 

Kill him. Please. This man is so damn twitchy with it and ends up getting the mascara around his eyelids. 

“You messed it up, dad!” “Sorry, Jolyne. Good grief, the things you two make me do.” 

After all that pain, Jolyne volunteers to do his lips. She grabs one of her lip balms and once Jotaro tastes it, he grimaces and gags. 

“What is that?!” “Coca-Cola! The Fanta one tastes the best, but you can’t have it because it’s my favorite.” 

Finally, it’s time for him to see the results of you and Jolyne’s silly game. 

“Wow… green lipstick… I didn’t even know they made that…” “Right? So what do you think, dad?” 

“I think I look like a zombie…” 

You laugh and press a kiss to Jotaro’s cheek. “A very handsome zombie.” 

He sighs and shakes his head before grabbing the two of you to pull you into a hug. 

“Thank you. Now how do I take this off of me?” 

Jolyne screams that he can’t because he looks so cute and she needs to commemorate it. She runs to her room and gets the old digital camera he got her then demanding the two of you pose in your ‘beautiful’ makeup. 

“Come on! Say cheese!” 

The three of you have a small photoshoot with it, which you ended up having printed at the store later. The photo with you smiling and hugging Jotaro while he has a tiny smile is proudly displayed in the house. In her teens, years later, Jolyne gets embarrassed by it and often hides it when her friends are over, asking you throw it out or something. She still secretly loves the memories of it so she wouldn’t actually want you to do that. 

Jotaro still has some ways to go when it comes to playing and taking care of Jolyne, but he’s slowly getting there. He’s happy he chose to make more of an effort and that you gave him another chance to prove himself. He can’t imagine another life than the one he has now. 

And… he can’t imagine feeling safer and more content than he is now, especially seeing you and Jolyne laughing over the photos you all just took.

[a-hermit-pining]

Geto as a House Husband

Genre: Fluff Pairing: House husband Geto x Reader AN: I love him. He's so damn pretty. Who should I write next?

Have you seen him? He is mother material. Born to cook forced to slay. Let's say in a different world, you whisk this beautiful man into the domestic bliss of marriage.

Massive cottage core vibes with this one. He is very taken by the idea of not being regarded as a killing machine. Immediately busies himself with the task of decorating your shared home.

Just take this man away. Elope to mountains and save him (hermit begs you).

Wedding planning is another demon. He debates every single decision. Asking you about your preference between white gardenias or white peonies. (You love him and he is too sweet for you to say out loud that you for the end of the world cannot distinguish the flowers)

He creates elaborate flowcharts to compare the pros and cons of different cake flavors, or insists on stress-testing the honeymoon resort's structural integrity with a cursed technique (much to the staff's bewilderment).

Let's not even get into Gojo's best man speech. No one really recovered from that.

DIY projects are his shit. Renovating a raggedy old dresser into a vintage masterpiece is where his magic lies. Let this man cook.

Your home with him is a a whimsical blend of vintage finds and hand-stitched throw pillows adorned with subtle wards against lingering curses. Even the strategically placed spider plants weren't just decorative – they doubled as a natural barrier against negative energy (a discovery that both surprised and amused you).

His transition into a normal 'monkey' life was endearingly awkward, like the time he spent hours meticulously decoupaging a floral pattern onto a chair, muttering about the inefficiency of glue compared to a simple binding spell.

And the day Suguru is introduced to the world of crocheting, your world flips on its axis. The pure look of joy on his face unravels the seams of your heart as he presents you with the mood changing octopus on your birthday.

Weekends with him are craft days. With a classic rom-com in the background as he sits next to you, his hands busy in the dance of needles and yarn. Better even your fingers run through his hair, braiding his hair only to wake up to your husband with perfect mermaid waves next day.

You both are the kind of sickly sweet couple that cause Shoko to gag in cringe during holiday gatherings.

Your husband glows with the simplicity of life. His hands busy themselves with crafts, chores, gardening, never a moment of rest even in the hull of domesticity.

He is your Disney princess that rushes out to refill the bird feeder with the first rays of Sun, hums pleasantly at the sight of a perfectly baked batch of cookies, or paints the most delightful sceneries on your ceilings.

Geto Suguru was made to create. He loves the fresh scent of sheets, experimenting with new flavors of tea, or going down the path of BookTok with Faerie romances much to your astonishment.

It isn't long before, you both end up adopting teeny tiny twins from the local orphanage. Suguru's darling girls he spends his life nurturing.

He took to fatherhood with the same surprising zeal he brought to everything else. His days were filled with braiding tiny pigtails, reading bedtime stories with dramatic voice inflections (complete with a surprisingly convincing rendition of a grumpy troll), and building elaborate pillow forts that rivaled any jujutsu barrier.

And on nights when dreams of a different reality kept him away, you held his hand in yours. Calling your girls for a family sleepover in the living room. That was all it took to whisk the sadness away from your beloved's eyes.

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Crappy Character Analysis, part 4

Thank you to everyone who has read my rambles! This was a personal project, since everyone I know IRL is sick of e talking about this game, so it's nice to see that I'm not screaming into the wind alone.

part 1 (Broken) part 2 (Skeptic) part 3 (Cold)

part 4 (You are here) part 5 (Stubborn) part 6 (Contrarian)

part 7 (Smitten) part 8 (Opportunist) part 9 (Cheated)

part 10 (Hunted) part 11 (Hero)

VOICE OF THE PARANOID

I feel like Paranoid is one of the fan favorites. People really seem to like his “Heart, lungs, liver, nerves” vibes. It’s probably because he is actually pretty rational (for the situation), and makes overall good observations and choices. The only bad call I can remember him making is suggesting you kill the Nightmare if you try leaving with her, and even then, it’s only recognizable as a bad call after the decision is already made. Despite having the label of “Paranoid”, his responses actually seem pretty rational compared to the situation on hand. While him raving about eyes watching you in the Nightmare would seem deranged out of context, there were actually eyes, or at least, you were seeing eyes. Him having a bit of a breakdown in MoC was also a response that matched the severity of the event you’d just witnessed. In fact, the Paranoid is actually quite perceptive, on two separate occasions (The Cage and the Apotheosis) he realizes how the construct functions, and makes efforts to take advantage of that. In the Apotheosis, he even notices that you seem to be the “textured nothing” all around you. He also is able to restart your central nervous system in the Nightmare, saving your life.

The Voice of the Paranoid seems in a constant state of panic. He makes multiple comments about not being able to think in these situations, and how frustrating that is. The way you get him usually involves the Princess killing you without even touching you (In the case of the Apotheosis and the Nightmare) or one of your voices killing you (In the Cage [Skeptic basically forces your hand, even if you technically chose to slay yourself] and the HEA). This makes him distrustful of everything: The ground beneath your feet, the Princess, the Narrator, and even your own thoughts. Once you start getting to Chapter 3’s, this distrust and fear makes him really focus on your environment, and his constant reassessment of your situation leads him to make realizations about the construct that would otherwise be missed. He is the only one to recognize Smitten in the HEA. Going back to his constant state of panic, I think that’s how he keeps your body running in the Nightmare. He basically spams you with adrenaline until your organs reboot, which isn’t a good long-term solution, but keeps you breathing. However, this task requires constant focus, so he’s basically stuck doing that for the whole chapter. This adrenaline surge he causes is also what can help you throw yourself into the void in the Wraith. Paranoid’s main flaw is overthinking. In the Apotheosis, he almost screws up your chance to attack her because he thinks he messed it up. In the Moment of Clarity, he is freaking out too much to provide any type of valuable input. His worst enemy is his own mind. One last thing that I find very interesting about him is that he seems to have a different view on death. He struggles so hard to keep you alive during the Nightmare, but once you slay her, he’s all for ending it. I think that unlike the Hero or the Skeptic, who were sure that there was something after, Paranoid was certain that you would die for good, and thought it was better than the misery you seemed condemned to. This was my favorite one to write, I think. Paranoid is one of my favorites.