#that sucks to be nocturnal and can't see in the dark

[whocaresstillthelouvre]

Sweet Sweet Girl

Rating: Explicit 18+ (MDNI) Pairing: Incubus Max Lord x Female Reader Words Count: 1,400 Summary: Huh, what a weird dream. Warnings: NON-CONSENSUAL SEX (it's an incubus here folks), asphyxiation, unprotected piv sex, jedi mind tricks but make it for smut, i'm sorry he has the wig (justice for pedro's real hair), nocturnal orgasm, so many WW84 quotes

A/N: This is the darkest thing I've written along with writing a character from a movie I cannot stand. Guess what though... once I realized where I wanted to take this, I actually enjoyed it. So thank you to @quinnnfabrgay-writes and @hauntedhowlett-writes for the Monster Smash, I really loved stepping outside of my comfort zone. Thank you to @mothandpidgeon for letting me throw ideas at her and her enthusiasm. Also thank you to @jolapeno for holding my hand through some of my doubts.

Masterlist

🛌 🛌 🛌

Sweet sweet girl, I’ve loved you from the first moment I saw you, sweet sweet girl.  Sweet sweet girl, you won’t look at me, you won’t pay me mind, sweet sweet girl. Sweet sweet girl, your body belongs to me, you can't stop me. No one can.

You pretty thing you, slumbering away in your idyllic iron bed. Under a cover of delicate flowers, you lay. So peaceful, so relaxed. He has access to everything he’d ever want, power beyond belief, richer than Mammon. He can have it all, and he wants it, so he takes you. Lucifer, save you. 

—-

Crimson petals line the walkway leading to your throne. It’s hazy here, light swirls and reflects in a different way. Your vision is wavy, as if everything you see is under a veil of amber liquid.

The heavy wooden doors of your fortress creak open, and he appears. 

Dark brown eyes framed by angled eyebrows lock onto you as he strides with purpose towards you. He’s adorned in golden silk that matches his complexion. He glows bright like a star. His honey blonde hair is always meticulously manicured, his face always perfectly smooth. He’s the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen. 

“My Lord,” you bow your head to the bishop. 

He kneels in front of your throne.

“Tell me what you wish for, Your Highness, and I will show you how it works.”

“You. My Lord. I wish for you,” you beg. “I wish for you to love me.”

“I like the way you think. You don't ever have to make a wish for me to love you. I'm here because I love you. Take my hand.” 

You take his outstretched hand, and your surroundings transform.

No longer in your castle, you’re somewhere else, the world swirls stronger. The walls are draped in rich, golden tapestries that shimmer as they catch the glow of the golden candles flickering all around you. 

A chill runs down your spine as a tinge of uncertainty grips you; your mind begins to believe that this is all wrong, yet your heart races with only desire for your Lord.

“My Lord,” you whisper with a hint of concern. “Wha-where are we?”

“We’re where we belong. Never accept the limitations of nature,” his deep voice rumbles through you. He places his lips against your ear. “You want to be here.”

“I want to be here,” you repeat, as a wave of passion and peace washes over you.

“Good, my Queen,” he leans forward, pulling the sleeve of your dress down to expose your shoulder. “Do you desire me?”

“Yes,” you moan softly.

“Yes my–”

“Yes my Lord,” you submissively correct yourself. “I-I desire you, and only you.” 

He leans forward, placing a heated kiss on your bare shoulder. It smolders against your sensitive skin, igniting your body. Your dress is far too warm against your overheating skin, sweat begins to bead as you claw and clutch at the heavy velvet that sits upon you. 

He kisses a path from your shoulder to your neck before nipping his way up the sensitive skin to your mouth. 

Your dress disintegrates when his lips meet yours in a searing kiss. He sucks your bottom lip into his mouth, luring you closer, his breath is hot against your skin. He slit hers his arms around you, capturing you against him. With each line his fingers run up and down your spine, the more the walls close in on you, the world fading, leaving only your Lord. 

He consumes you. Each lick into your mouth makes your heart less capable of beating for anything else but him. He pulls away, leaving you breathless.

He snaps his fingers.

The world spins underneath you, a tornado of golden swirls lifts you up and away from your Lord. Your body hovers above the ground cradled by an invisible force as you’re gently turned on your back, floating above the golden altar. 

Your Lord follows, his golden robes are gone, leaving him standing radiantly nude. Light reflects off of his skin, making him glow brighter. Your Lord is made of ethereal light, a halo glimmers around his flawless body. Wide shoulders, broad chest, a path of hair leads to his cock standing hard and golden nestled in between strong thighs. You want to pray and give sacrament to your Lord.

“Your highness,” he circles your body like he’s stalking his prey. He halts in front of you, his eyes lock onto yours. “Tell me, what is it that you wish for?” 

“You–only you–my Lord.”

He nods his head. Your body descends, softly landing on the altar. 

He crawls over you and puts his lips against your ear. His body and smell surrounds you–lavender and smoke–it’s heady and intoxicating. It’s the only aroma you ever want to breathe in.

“I’m your wish and you’ll never renounce me,” he whispers, his cock lays heavily against the slick of you that’s been weeping for him since he walked into your castle. 

“You’re my wish and I’ll never renounce you,” you repeat, wrapping your legs around his waist. 

“Your wish is granted,” he grits as he sheathes the full length of him inside you. Opulence fills you as your cunt stretches around your Lord’s wealth. 

He slowly rocks back and forth, grinding his hips against yours, earning a gasp from your lips. 

He finds the crook of your neck, lightly sucking your skin with each push in, marking you with each thrust. There’s nobody else in this world, just your Lord.

His tongue dances across your chest and pirouettes around your nipple before he sucks it into his mouth. He lets it go with a pop before kissing up to your mouth. 

He lays heavily upon you, burdening your body, heart, and mind. Your Lord and his cock spears and suffocates your soaked pussy, overwhelming you. 

“Sweet sweet girl,” his voice drifts through your mind, though his lips don’t move. “I’ve loved you from the first moment I saw you, sweet sweet girl.”

“Sweet sweet girl,” he leans back, his deep brown eyes bore into yours, his telepathic words tangling through your mind. “You won’t look at me, you won’t pay me mind, sweet sweet girl.”

“Sweet sweet girl,” now he speaks aloud, his plush lips graze against yours. “Your body belongs to me, you can't stop me. No one can.”

“No one can,” you moan, feeling your body thrumming underneath his power. 

He’s possessive with your cunt, taking you, owning you, enchanting you. It feels so familiar and yet you feel like you’ve never been fucked like this before. You’re breathless and trapped, crushed under his large presence, it’s holy. 

His cock pounds into you, intoxicating you under its spell. You’re golden, his luster shines into you with each thrust. You feel like the wealthiest woman in the whole kingdom as your core tightens around him.

Each shuddering breath your lungs heave overwhelms you, the burn of smoke suffocates you. You’re choking on his aroma, it feels so fucking good. You’re trembling underneath his mass, eyes rolling to the back of your head. The world turns hazier, your eyes cloud with golden hues, as your Lord smothers you. 

“Hand yourself to me sweet sweet girl,” he groans against your lips.

You obey, fallen under his spell and give yourself to him, pulsing ecstasy against his cock as your orgasm rips through you. 

Your body lights from within, glowing, bright and blazing. Rays of light emit out of you, shooting from your skin. Golden petals fall from the sky, raining onto you and your Lord as his thrusts drive into you harder.

“You can have it all. You just have to want it!” he grunts as his grandeur is bestowed within you, coating your walls with his cum. His face flashes for a split second, a sneering red demon shows itself underneath a veil of Max's face. “Sweet sweet girl.”

—

An invisible weight is lifted off your body, rattling you awake.

“The world belongs to me! You can't stop me. No one can!” A familiar voice you can’t place echoes through your room.

“Hello?” you call out, throwing the floral comforter off your overheated body. 

A phantom clench tightens your core, you’ve soaked through your sleep shorts again. 

“Fucking hell,” you collapse against your crimson sheets soaked in your sweat and involuntary orgasm, “must’ve been a good dream.”

A gold petal falls from your headboard onto your head… that’s the third time it’s happened this month.

[wastemanjohn]

always female sam sharing a bed with dean and while spooning, dean grinds on her in his sleep so sam pulls her underwear aside and lets dean rub up against her and oops she's getting fucked by her sleeping brother now. maybe also he wakes up right before or as he cums and keeps going but pretends he didn't wake up?

<3 thanks so much for this anon, the way this has been on my mind CONSTANTLY. i'm afraid i got so excited i didn't see the "spooning" part so it starts a little differently than your prompt but i hope this is still okay!

cw: explicit, implied past underage, consent issues

Sam's not been sleeping great. Not that she ever sleeps great, or even the much more achievable well - not with the memory of her girlfriend's melting face popping up in excruciating detail every time she closes her eyes, anyway. Not with the constant niggle of worry, no, frustration, with Dad and his unknown whereabouts - yeah, neither of these things make for ideal, eight-hour rest conditions. They're not exactly lavender oil on her pillow.

And Dean - well, Dean is the furthest thing from lavender oil. From any kind of peace at all.

Sam's lying with her back to her brother, glaring at the fuzzy dark shape of the motel room's divider. Dean's latest spell of rumbling snores show no sign of letting up any time soon, and he's hogging half of the lower portion of the comforter between his tangled legs. If Sam tries to tug some away for herself, Dean huffs indignantly the way he does when she tries to get ahold of his car keys, until Sam clicks her tongue and gives up. Even when he's not tossing and fidgeting, he's spreading his stupid body out, encroaching on what is definitely Sam's side of the bed. Burned alive girlfriends and missing fathers aside, anyone would be hard pressed to drift off while sharing a bed with a 6'2 hunter with all the sleeping prowess of a spoiled toddler.

Sam makes another fruitless tug at the comforter. Another attempt at closing her eyes. The thing is, since Dean's "death", their little flirtations with felony fraud have had to take a backseat. Money's tight. It's Spaghetti-O's for dinner tight. It's hole up in places with cockroaches in the bath tight. It's share a bed, or get cozy on the floor tight. And it fucking sucks.

Although, Sam can't help but think, something about it is weirdly nostalgic. Money was tight more often than not growing up, and when Dad went off on work for weeks at a time she was quite often stuck bunking with Dean, enduring his nocturnal antics. She feels like she's sixteen again, what with that familiar, unwashed-head smell of the pillows. What with lying awake, worrying about Dad. It's as if she never left, sometimes. As if the last four years never happened at all.

And with that nostalgia, comes Sam's muscle memory - she drives her elbow into Dean's ribs without really thinking about it as he starts getting too close to her side of the bed again. He grunts indignantly, but mercifully fucks off. He rolls onto his back. A moment of silence; then that snoring starts up again. With a vengeance, like retaliation for the elbow.

Sam sighs, loud, pointed, pissed; rustles the sheets for good measure. Grimaces into the darkness. Her mind is so loud.

The thing is, it's been months. They're no hotter on Dad's trail than they were the night Sam left California behind for good. Dad probably doesn't even want to see her, what with the way things were left four years ago; but fuck, Sam's dying to see him. Dying to - is that really how lonely she feels tonight? Or is it Dad being one of the only two people she has left, knowing it, and still not fucking showing up?

Anger creeps through her. God, now's not the time for this. No wonder you can't sleep.

She takes a breath, like Jess taught her, deep into her lungs, manage the anger; and maybe Sam does drift off for a short time, to those thoughts. Those lonely-Dad-Jess thoughts. And she must've fallen asleep, even lightly, even a little, for that firm grip around her waist to startle her back to alertness.

Her instincts sneak up on her. The spark of adrenaline, readiness for a fight - hand halfway under her pillow for her knife - until she realizes. Remembers.

Dean. Just Dean.

Dean grunts; that arm tightens around her waist, as if to tell her that it's alright. Sam relaxes a bit. Too easily.

She can feel the length of Dean's body, curled around hers like putty; the furnace-like warmth of his bare chest, the thighs half-entwined with hers. His breath hot and a little erratic on the back of her neck. His foot feels cool on her bare calve.

He's hard. Sam can feel the outline of his dick as he presses all insistent against her ass; rolls his hips, does it again. Grunts, deep, satisfied.

Sam's sex drive has been non-existent the last few months. But that grunt - Sam hasn't heard Dean make that noise in a long time.

And this is nostalgic, alright. Sam doesn't remember when it started, exactly; just that she never felt all that differently than she does tonight, when she was fifteen or so, disconnected, alone, living in a world no one else seemed to understand. Dean lived in the same world on paper, but it was different for him. Guys were afraid of him; no one messed with him. Girls dropped their panties for a smile and a few flirty words, spellbound by his wild charms.

Sam, though - people messed with Sam a lot. Boys never looked at her twice, back then. Dad - confusing, distant, absent, Dad - well, that made her feel the most alone of all. Along with Dean spending every night in the backseat of the Impala with a different bar skank, of course. Bragging about it when he got home, flushed and grinning, lipstick on his neck, perfume on his shirt. God, Sam wanted to kill those girls. She wanted to kneel on their chests and wrap her hands around their throats and revel in the moment the light in their eyes went out. It scared her, didn't stop her thinking it.

This, though - this never scared her. What Dean did, sometimes, in the dark. In his sleep. And sure, he never did it when he was awake - but it was something. Something that felt good; something that some part of him was willing to give her, even if it wasn't conscious, even if it wasn't much. And hell, Sam didn't have much in life that made her feel good.

And - nostalgia, muscle memory - when Sam's sure Dean's grinding has dislodged his boxers, she hikes up her oversized sleep t-shirt. Tilts her hips back. Reaches between her legs to push aside her panties. She lets Dean keep grinding, those hot-grunt puffs of air on the nape of her neck; shuffles, scoots around awkwardly, until the angle is just right. Until she feels his bare, slick head right where it needs to be.

Dean, with only his downstairs brain active, is eager. He fills her up with one quick, clumsy thrust. Knocks the breath out of her.

It hurts, it's been a while, she's not quite wet enough to take all of him at once like that; but Sam can manage a little pain, feeling something, anything, is good, better than before. She bends her knee, draws her leg up to her chest to give Dean better access; he takes it. Takes ahold of her hip, moving into it as natural as he always did; and Sam turns her head, bites down on the edge of her musty pillow to keep herself quiet.

Just like old times. And, just like old times, it's - nice. Comforting, to feel full like this, touched like this. To feel the brother she once thought she'd never see again close, close like this.

It's been a while, since Sam has felt comforted, touched, close.

She huffs around the pillow. Trails a hand down her body, shudders for it; flesh hums beneath her t-shirt. Her cunt feels hot inside her panties, and her clit is slick and ready for her touch. It feels - fuck.

Her hair is in her face; her fingers grab a handful of pilled sheet as Dean starts moving faster. The clumsy, jabbing motions of his cock, giving her no choice but to open for him; his grunts and sighs, sounding a little delirious; that scorch-hot breath, that grip tight enough on her hip to smart a little. Sam feels kinda stripped of control, kinda used. And it's not a bad feeling; so she lets go. Drifts into it. Drifts into her body, the things it can do, feel. Rides it, as that burning, too-full sensation gives way to something much nicer. Something simple, the most uncomplicated pleasure there is.

Maybe it's the moan she can't hold in; or maybe Dean can feel it too. Either way, Sam can tell; sense it in her own body, the moment he wakes up.

She remembers this part; the way his satisfied grunts taper off, give way to heavy, confused breaths. The way Dean stills inside her, his body going rigid against hers. Disoriented. In a little shock, like this has never happened before, or something; and Sam's never sure if Dean would really stop, given the chance. But again, that muscle memory - she reaches around to grab his wrist. Squeeze, hard - don't you fucking dare.

Dean gets the message. And Sam remembers, now; remembers how Dean would go all lax against her, like he was trying to give the impression he was still asleep; lax, apart from his hips, the rhythm that wouldn't let up, doesn't now. She remembers how, because Dean is meant to be sleeping, he'll let Sam move that arm of his, move it until his hand is cupping her tit just right; and even though he's meant to be fucking asleep, Dean's fingers will close greedily around it anyway. Squeeze, even, as those thrusts get faster, erratic, those grunts choked like he's dying; and Sam even remembers how to angle her hips just right so she can come on Dean's cock, just in time, before Dean growls, one last jerk of his hips, before she feels his release flush inside her. She can feel the strip of his teeth against her shoulder where his mouth is open, and she presses up into it, tilts her head back, eyes closed, fleeting burst of ecstasy; and if this were something else, something different, then maybe they would kiss now. But this isn't that. God knows what it is, but it was never that.

That's okay. It needs to be okay.

They're still for a moment or two. Sam catches her breath, listens, in the dark, to Dean doing the same; waits, to see if the next part will be the way she remembers too. And it pans out pretty much the same; Dean's hand falls away from her tit. He pulls out of her almost as fast as he'd pushed in. Sam feels the ghost of his breath on the nape of her neck one last time, before Dean rolls over, away. Without a word.

Sam listens to his breaths slow down in the darkness. It's a while - really quite some time - before his snoring starts up again.

It's around this time that Sam realizes she hasn't moved. Hand still in her panties, body rooted to the mattress; Dean's come inside her, warm, sticky, a thin trail starting to leak out down her thigh. Not good; there's always a little anxiety about that. But Sam's never heard of a guy who can put on a rubber in his sleep, so it is what is is.

She licks her dry lips. It's getting light outside. Somewhere must be open for breakfast.

She slips out of bed quietly, not wanting to wake Dean this time; heads for the shower. Thinks about finding coffee, about getting a few hours of research in before the day starts. Because that's all she can do, really, for now. All she can do until the world wakes up again.

[ache-of-saint-vick]

Since I'm building up to run a Ravenloft campaign using Shadowdark rules at some point this year, I wrote up a setting-appropriate Rumors table; this reflects 3e-era lore because the Arthaus era fucks and 5e sucks. Without further ado,

Rumors of the Mists:

01. The Count of Barovia is sick, and there's fear of a succession crisis if he dies without an heir

02-03. A new island has been sighted in the Sea of Sorrows, and it appears to be uninhabited

04-05. The prettiest girl in the last town you visited is starting to grow horns from her forehead

06-07. Gravediggers have found a chained coffin buried lid down in an unmarked grave

08-09. The fearsome dragon of the Mountains of Misery was sighted silhouetted against the moon

10-11. The Vistani dragged some poor fool back to Barovia for a "family reunion" at Castle Ravenloft

12-13. Captain Ysmault has been lost at sea; his poor wife is being hounded by creditors

14-15. Falkovnian chain gangs are being used to forage for bat guano and saltpeter; is war coming?

16-17. Foul horrors of undeath are swimming out of the Necropolis to terrorize the living

18-19. The Ba'al Verzi have been hired to kill someone who looks exactly like one of you

20-21. Gundarakite rebels are spending lots of money. Where did they get it? What's their plan?

22-23. Captain Ysmault has returned! He says his ship somehow ran aground in a landlocked desert

24-25. Omens suggest the inhuman El-Koth are stirring in the hinterlands of Hazlan

26-27. One crypt in the cemetery doesn't belong to any family, and has treasure buried inside

28-29. Someone in the next town wants to run away but can't subdue a Mist Ferryman alone

30-31. Baroness Lyssa is hosting a party in Zeidenburg, but needs guests willing to travel there

32-33. A new Mistway opened on the Nocturnal Sea; nobody wants to risk a ship to explore it

34-35. The Dilisnya family is summoning younger members to a meeting; what are they planning?

36-37. A Zhakatan temple has been unearthed, and the ancient dead enshrined in it are angry

38-39. The Wild Hunt Club of Vechor has lost one of its guides and is looking for a replacement

40-41. Someone is sending abhorrent love letters to the Vistani camped around Tser Pool

42-43. Two women on the mainland are feuding to be the bride of Blaustein's pirate king

44-45. Werewolves are attacking Captain Snowmane's riverboat as it sails the Musarde

46-47. Bodies are being found in the river in Lekar, completely drained of blood

48-49. Only thirteen years remain until the Time of Unparalleled Darkness is upon us

50-51. A windmill in Barovia is grinding the bones of everyone who's gone inside to investigate it

52-53. Captain Ysmault is setting forth again

54-55. The Darkonian Church of Ezra has ordered its faithful to stockpile nonperishable foods

56-57. A gambler won the deed to the House on Gryphon Hill playing Thieves and Wizards (yes I know it's called Wizards and Thieves, but Thieves and Wizards flows better)

58-59. Someone is kidnapping men and replacing them with cursed dolls

60-61. The druids of Immol will enchant a blade for whoever leads a raid into the Forlorn Vale

62-63. A boatload of immigrants has arrived from famished Paridon... with impostors among them

64-65. Rats and ratcatchers in Pont-a-Museau are contracting a disease that drives them mad

66-67. A swordsman from Rokushima has claimed a bridge and demands to duel any who cross it

68-69. The Boritsi family is offering a reward for the return of a holy relic from their chapel

70-71. The tyrant of Invidia's troops have raided Zeidenburg; the Count of Barovia is threatening war

72-73. Elf children are having nightmares about a white tower looming over a mysterious city

74-75. Someone is poisoning unopened Borcan wine; this could be the next Andraal 735 fiasco

76-77. A hideous man with half his body melted has been sighted in the seamy slums of Kantora

78-79. The mayor is being very evasive about where they were during the last two full moons

80-81. Outlanders seek a sword Rudolph Van Richten brought back from Barovia as a trophy

82-83. The moon over Vechor turned blood red and lightning flashes are visible on it at night

84-85. Have you heard the new Harkon Lukas song? It's a wonder the composer hasn't come forward

86-87. A power struggle is brewing between two high-ranking leaders of the Kargat

88-89. A mad monk has been caught in the act of burglary and refuses to explain why

90-91. For the first time in years, the Carnival is headed back down the Old Svalich Road

92-93. The prettiest girl in the next town is sleepwalking and waking up on Old Craven's grave

94-95. The Tepestani Inquisition warns that a vile fey of darkness has escaped and roams the land

96-97. Honest Igor was just here the other day, but left in a hurry when he heard you were coming

98-99. A freestanding staircase with a door at the top has been sighted in the forest nearby

00. Azalin Rex has hired someone to explore the furthest corners of the Mists for unclear reasons

[invisibleraven]

“ maybe i’ll stay here, stare at you all night. “ “ i'd appreciate it if you don't. “ = MASSIVE WILLEX VIBES.

All his life, Alex was told he had to adapt-get used to things. don't like broccoli? Too bad, it's what we're eating with supper and you can't get up until it's all gone. Not a fan of church camp? Well that's unfortunate because you're still spending all of July at Camp Enlightenment hearing about the wonders of Jesus.

So Alex adapted, made himself accept things just to get by. Like powering through his anxiety as best he could when his parents refused to get him meds. Drumming helped with that, but it wasn't until he started seeing a therapist who got him some Ativan in college that Alex knew what it was like to live.

He made himself small, invisible, straight until he couldn't keep it in any more. And found out no matter that he hadn't changed really, this new part of him made his parents incapable of loving him. So Alex refused to adapt, refused to take it back, and left home.

But this? This is something Alex doesn't know how he can adapt to.

"What do you mean you're a vampire?" he hisses at Willie during one of the dates.

"I meant what I said," Willie said with a shrug. "I got bit back in the eighties. Stupid mistake really, trusted this guy who promised me the ability to skate forever."

"But-but I've seen you out in the sunlight!" Alex protested.

"Oh yeah, that's a myth," Willie replied. "I mean I burn like super easy now, but SPF 100 exists for a reason."

"And the blood sucking?"

"Only with consent, and never enough to turn someone," Willie said. "I usually just go to this vamp friendly butcher instead. I can eat regular food too. Just no garlic obviously, gives me wicked hives."

Alex spends a lot of time that day learning all about vampires. Yes, the stake through the heart thing is true, but that would kill anyone to be fair. Willie does have a reflection, but is also allergic to silver in the worst way. He doesn't have a coffin, but he does tend to sleep later in the day. But he also works at a club for vampires at night, so the nocturnal thing makes sense.

Alex however, is not nocturnal, and by the end of it, is yawning. They'd gone back to his place hours ago. Willie had laughed at the inaccuracies in a vampire movie he found while they shared popcorn and soda. A completely normal night, if not for how WIllie popped his fangs out when Alex asked and just... never sucked them back in.

He yawned again. "Okay, time for me to hit the hay. See you tomorrow?"

"I dunno, maybe I'll stay here, stare at you all night," Willie joked.

"I'd appreciate it if you didn't," Alex said wryly.

"So no to snuggles then?"

"Not if they are gonna be creepy Edward Cullen snuggles, no."

Willie barked out a laugh. "Fair enough." He pulled Alex in for a kiss, sweet and tender. "But if you change your mind... well you know how to find me."

Alex snorted. "Yeah, I'll call if I change my mind about being stared at all night, sure."

"Sweet dreams Alex."

Alex nodded and waved as Willie took off. He curled into bed, and almost immediately fell asleep, his dreams full of blood red imagery, Willie in a fancy cape, and some fun in a velvet lined coffin.

It was a weird dream.

And when he wakes up, it's still dark outside, Alex feels... lonely. Restless. So he pulls out his phone.

'The offer for snuggles still open?'

Willie texts back, 'On my way spider monkey.'

Alex grumbles at that, and really hopes that nickname doesn't stick. He had just gotten Willie to stop calling him hot dog after the incident on their first date. But he still smiles when Willie arrives a few moments later, spooning him back to sleep.

And he's still there in the morning, snoring softly in Alex's ear, though the blackout curtains are decidedly more closed than they were th night prior. Alex grins and snuggles further into Willie's hold, wondering what small sacrifices he could make to wake up like this every morning.

He turns and looks at Willie, thumbing over his brow, his cheekbones, the plush fill of his lips. Only to have Willie crack open an eye at him, smiling. "Creeper."

"You love it."

Willie pulled him in for a deep kiss, neither of them caring about morning breath, panting as they pulled back. "Yeah, I really do."

[a-somewhat-wiser-sicilian]

In defense of Abbot Emmanuel from Castlevania Nocturne

I've seen a lot of people saying that the Abbot sucks, and while they aren't wrong I feel like there might be a misunderstanding when it comes to his character in the arguments they provide.

I think he could've really worked as a very solid character AND villain if they'd just made some things more clear.

1. Above all else, he seems to believe that the church is more or less the source of goodness and light in the world and in humanity. He believes in human goodness but believes that it comes from a connection to the church and God. He clearly cares for the people in his church as well as the people close to him. This is why he's willing to go so far to defend the faith from the revolution. He doesn't ever really say anything about all that "natural order" shit that all the vampires and nobles spout about their place in the world. He also doesn't seem to be doing it to stay in power himself as we never see him really reveling in the benefits of being a wealthy priest.

2. He absolutely hates everything about what he's doing. He hates the vampires, he hates his night creatures, and he hates himself for making them. We also see that he treats the creatures as tools/weapons because he can't allow himself to treat them as anything else. If he starts thinking of them as anything else, he'll start turning further into the darkness that he's already stepping into in an attempt to save what he believes is true and good. Even his method of forging gets across how much he hates it. The other practicing forge masters we've seen use tools (they usually look like dope weapons too but primarily they are tools one would use for crafting). Hammers forge iron, blades cut wood and both are personal tools one would use to make art. However, his tool is a large machine, he barely has a hand in the process at all. He wishes to be as far away from the process as humanly possible. We see in the final episodes that everything he's doing is absolutely killing him. He cares about these people and his family. He recites the story of Isaac and Abraham begging God to let him save his daughter. Because in his mind it is his daughter or the world.

3. He's not stupid for making the night creatures for the vampires. I see this come up a lot and I'm not sure that people get why he's doing it. It's kinda subtextual but not really in that he's doing it because he knows that if he doesn't do it, then they will just find someone else. There aren't many forgemasters around I would assume but I would imagine that the ones that are aren't exactly upstanding citizens and even then I'm sure there are people that the vampires could convince to sell their soul for that power fairly easily. So, he wants to be in control of the vampire's army simply because he doesn't want it to be anyone else. Even if the person they enlist would also betray them its almost impossible that they'd have goals that are as morally "good" as the Abbott's.

Conclusion: I do think he needed to be written better. More time on screen explaining his motivations and aspects of his personality but still, I have a hard time seeing why people say the things he does don't make any sense, because like, they do to HIM and for a character that's what's important.

[kiebs]

Arviana Week

Day 4 - Late Night Conversation

Well, Arviana Week may have ended, but I still have writing so might as well continue posting :') Burnout sucks

Also on AO3

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The night was quiet as it should be. All pokemon were finally asleep, even the more nocturnal ones like their Toedscruel or Mabosstiff.

Juliana, however, was not asleep.

"Arven," she murmured into the darkness. Her husband grunted. "Arven, are you awake?"

"What…" he mumbled and turned his head towards hers.

Even in the dark, she knew his eyes were still closed.

Juliana licked her lips and leaned closer. Her chin rested on his shoulder.

"…have you ever thought about having kids?"

She felt him freeze under her.

"…why?" he asked and the gravel of sleep on made his voice more serious. "…and why at…2am?"

Juliana huffed, but drew a little circle on the blanket over his chest. It wasn't what he was thinking, but she had been thinking after seeing the cute little baby Toedscool that Chanterelle and Portobello had had.

"I'm not pregnant," she assured him. "…but I just realized I don't think I've ever really thought of having kids."

He patted her hand. "What brought this on?"

"…Chanterelle."

"…my Toedscruel? Because of the eggs?"

"They were so cute, Arv! And Chanterelle was so gentle with them! So it just got me thinking!" Juliana threw her arm into the air to gesture, but refused to move her head. He was much too comfortable. "…and I realized I just never really thought of having kids?"

"…I can't really say I have either," he murmured and, well, that was understandable. It had taken a while for him to come to terms with his parents' negligence. "…kids, huh?"

"It was just a thought." Juliana snuggled closer. She let her eyes drift close. "But I wouldn't mind having a kid with you."

He froze again, but she was already drifting back to sleep.

She had almost drifted completely when she caught the faintest whisper…

"I wouldn't mind having a kid with you either."

[keicordelle]

The Daily Inconveniences of an Au Ra: Nocturnal

Given the way the sun liked to shine right on his eyes like some sort of laser beam dead set on blinding him entirely, it should come as no surprise that Keshet preferred to adventure at night. It was, by his reckoning, the ideal time for such things, and not just because he could actually see. Few enemies expected to be assailed in the night, particularly by a foe who could see better in the dark than they could. Only the Miqo'te could rival the luminescent vision of the Au Ra, and Keshet was more than willing to take the chance that he'd find himself up against one of their number in his midnight skirmishes - after all, he had plenty of experience fighting others who could see just as well at night as he. In fact, fighting in the day was far more of a hindrance, his vision limited by the violent stabbing of Azim's rays lancing through his skull. (Well, alright, it wasn't quite that bad, but it did suck.)

The problem, of course, lay in that none of the rest of Eorzea was particularly given to nocturnal operations. Back on the Steppe, where pretty well everyone dealt with the same light sensitivity he did, it was fairly common for inter-tribal trade to take place after dusk. After all, Nhaama's blessing was strongest beneath the light of the moon, and the only ones who would think to spurn such a thing were the sniveling Oronir. The Dotharl often worked under the cover of darkness for the rest of their dealings as well. From launching assaults on other tribes to their daily comings and goings, everything was done beneath the gentle glow of Nhaama's grace and with the stars twinkling far overhead.

Here, though... Shops closed before dusk even fell, mealtimes were all scheduled during the day, and even his fellow adventurers all seemed determined to drag him out under the blazing light of high noon.

Keshet grimaced as he shielded his eyes against the light, the bright sun shining off the golden sands of the desert expressly to stab him in the eyes. It was worse than just getting bloody sand in his eyes. This was a time meant for lounging in the sun and sleeping, not wandering aimlessly around the desert hunting down zombies. Nhaama preserve him from determined Miqo'te. Shouldn't he be able to set his own schedule, if he was the so-called Warrior of Light? You'd think those who'd given him the title would be more willing to accommodate his whims and his needs.

"I don't see anything," the dark-haired girl said. (He wasn't sure if she'd so much as introduced herself before roping him into this quest, but if she had he'd already forgotten her name.)

"I can't see anything past the sunbeams in my damned eyes," he grumbled, but he was pretty sure she didn't hear him. Just as well, really. He missed Thancred. Thancred was always willing to work with him under the cover of darkness. Maybe from here on out he'd just insist the Scions operate at night. Surely his comrades would be more accommodating than the average Ul'dahn investigator.

"Oh! Over there! I see one!" she exclaimed merrily.

Keshet squinted, but he couldn't see anything past the glare of the light. Maybe a big hat would help. Or some tinted glasses. Surely Urianger would know where he could get some that would fit around his horns. "I believe you," he said with a shrug. "Let's go kick some zombie butt, shall we?" And hope that they really were as slow moving as the stories said, because adding flames to the piercing blaze of sunlight was really not the best way to improve his vision.

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[astral-multiverse]

And that was enough to make Dark Bowser start glitching and wavering until he was nothing but dark mist and they could see a silhouette of the Dark Star itself and Peach as she laid unconscious where Dark Bowser used to be

"And now, to make sure that thing doesn't bother anyone ever again..." Nocturne commented before he inhales greatly, his own Vaccuum Inhale sucking up not only the kist and the Dark Star, but the dark hurricane and the darkness that covered the whole kingdom leaving not one dark cloud alone. And with that, Nocturne could feel himself become whole again and he even felt stronger as he changed back to his normal form

"Yahoo!! The Dark Star is finally gone!" Arle cheered

"Way to go you guys!" Toshido cheered as well before Nocturne looked over at Samson

"Uh... guys? I don't think it's time for celebrations just yet..." Brandon said as he noticed the worried look on Samson, Nocturne walking over to him

"Can't you change back, Samson?" He asked

The Inside Story of the Blorb Pandemic (Closed RP)

@smashingveteransandnewcomers

It was a peaceful day in the Toad Town, everyone was just going about their lives as normal and just enjoying the day. However, the peace was shortlived… Due to a strange disease that suddenly started infecting several Toads. What was it called? The Blorbs! It made Toads balloon up to about the size of a blimp, and had an unknown cause and no cure as of now. The epidemic was so severe, Princess Peach called for a meeting of some of the kingdom’s experts in medicine and even some of her friends to figure out what to do. After showing a slideshow to summarize their predicament, one of the Toad soldiers with a blue tuft of hair sticking out from his mushroom cap turned the lights back on after turning off the projector

“Something like this has never happened in the Mushroom Kingdom, so the Blorbs are a complete mystery to us. Even the doctors are stumped on what to do” The Toad, who goes by Toshido, said as he joined back with Toadsworth and Peach

[eponymousfics]

help my fic ideas got out of their cages and now i have a litter of baby ideas and i can't work on all of them at once and also their parents are staring at me whining while sitting next to their food bowls like "new chapter? 🥺 now? 🥺 pls? 🥺"

(ideas under the cut if you wanna enable me and tell me you'd be interested in one or to yell at me that they're garbage and i should be focusing on my current wips lol)

-enemies to lovers with Harvey where the farmer hates doctors due to past trauma (hurt/comfort with a happy ending, mostly a challenge prompt bc it's hard to write enemies to lovers with Harvey?? the man does not have a combative bone in his body if you're mean to him he just goes "um ok :(" and then i feel bad for the rest of my life

-werewolf farmer/Shane: gets hurt by a hunter in wolf form and is mistaken for a dog by Marnie, taken in to be nursed back to health on the ranch and bonds with Shane when he's on dogsitting duty. helps him do the "performing self care bc my animals need me" thing and the whole time they have to be like "fuck. how do i tell him i'm not a dog without putting myself or others in danger AHHH"

-farmer 1/2: in honor of Ranma 1/2 getting a reboot (which seems unnecessary to me but hey it's an old favorite so i'm not complaining too much), the farmer has Ranma's curse of switching sexes due to water exposure and it causes many hijinks in town as they desperately try to keep this secret. many "oh i'm in love with your brother" or "i love your sister but you [the brother] suck for some misunderstanding-based reason" and "hey how come you two never come to festivals at the same time it's always one or the other hmm?" this would be a severe stretch of my comedy writing skills though and idk if i could pull it off lol

-princess and the frog only seb is the princess and the farmer is the frog. idk i don't have much more detail on this yet but i think it'd be cute

-that other Harvey fic i already talked about

-timeloop fic where every time the farmer dies the loop resets. we see the farmer get with everyone eventually over the course of the loops, probably finally would wind up with Ras after they go to him for help staying dead/ending the loop. could be lighthearted and comedic or super dark and angsty depending

-enemies to lovers with Marlon and a vampire. he's a monster slayer after all. it'd be very funny if the farmer is a vampire and just trying to live a normal life (nocturnally or with a very big floppy sunhat a la Marceline Adventure Time), but when Marlon meets them for the first time in the mine's he's like "wtf i didn't know you were a MONSTER, what are you even DOING???" and they're like "hey man. i'm just trying to retire. maybe with you sweetie ;)" age gap jokes but it's bc the vampire is way older than him lol

i could keep going, i have other ideas for this and other fandoms, but for now, this is the slice of chaos that is the inside of my head you get to see

[dawn-falls]

Is FNAF still relevant? I don't know, but I'll share a little (or not) idea I had for a fangame/story. I actually had this since 2019/2020, but to my lack of motivation, drawing skills (which I still don't have), social media and other personal reasons I'd not like to share, I gave up on it. Without taking any long, I'll share what I have in mind for now.

Five Nights at Moon's.

(Written in first person, since the player/you will control the MC).

You're a senior high schooler and you're a new nocturnal bodyguard of a local store of your town, the Moon's Sweets and Pies. Just in there for some extra money to pay for prom tickets and college. Before your shift, you met Ella Waldridge, the manager, who takes you around for a tour to meet the main five animatronics, who were all named after natural satellites: Europa, Triton, Phobos, Deimos and Moon; Moon was the leader of the group.

On your first night, you're assigned to keep an eye on the kitchen, since the employees have complained of things going missing at night. What you didn't expect was to find out that the animatronics of the bakery were not turned off and they were programmed to attack. But, were they really just animatronics...?

The truth is far beyond that, but you'd have to investigate yourself, since your coworkers denied everything. It would take you five nights of lurking and surviving for you to find pieces of two sides of a very dark story; one in an old newspaper and the other one in the spread pieces of a teenager's diary.

Notes

I have not planned much of this, since it's a story I brought back to my memories not too long ago and decided to build it up. Too bad for me that:

I suck at drawing, especially digital.

I can't make any games.

I have a thousand of stories, both digital and physical ones to complete.

But I didn't give up yet! I am lucky that my mind races like a machine with very little need of being fueled back up, since it's always charged.

If you're wondering if I have any plans for a greater antagonist, more animatronics, or if I planned the MC's name, the answer is yes. About the MC, though, I didn't think of a surname.

Two extra animatronics:

Callisto;

Ganymede;

Greater Antagonist:

[Redacted] Hughes

She has a past connection with FNAF Purple Bunny Man.

MC's name:

Allison Lytle

That's all I have for now. If someone shows interest or I start finding my style more likeable, then I'll get to drawing it all. The animatronics will be the hardest for me, as they all have humanised traits but with colour pallettes and details of the moons they're named after.

Thanks for reading this! See you next time.

[ask-thebrokenone-fromtheshadows]

is eth nocturnal? nocturnal animals have good night vision so when eth got shot in the eye, he could have seen mark before that happened.

Ok to answer the first question he is mostly nocturnal and rarely goes around during the day

And for the other though yes you are correct about that but the thing is he actually has poor night vision so he relies on the moon light, his sensitive but excellent hearing and a ability to feel vibrations much better than any creature

[life-in-the-monster-haus]

Monster High the Movie Review Part 10

Spoilers ahead!

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Clawdeen has figured out how to turn her human-ness on and off (?) and uses her hand to unlock the lab.

I have been wondering why Frankie is the only one using their flashlight and then it hit me: Frankie isn't nocturnal. Vampires and Werewolves can see in the dark! but artificial reanimated humans? not so much.

Also: Frankie touched a dead mans eye ball. it made a squish noise.

Hyde's podunk lab that has been abandoned for decades is cleaner than the school archives that are currently being used by students.

Clawdeen finds the formula that will make her 100% monster and just as she is about to take it she thinks of her Human father, (His name is Apollo BTW, it's on his name tag when he gets home from work) She says "If I drink this, it's like I'm erasing him, my secret half is my dad" and I can't cry anymore, I had my tear ducts welded shut in the war- but if I could? I would have sobbed here. I know exactly how she feels - but in a bad way. Unlike Clawdeen I loath my father, he is the walking embodiment of pure evil. Now- we don't have time to unpack all of that, but I have frequently wished I could purge all of his foul DNA from my person and if it was possible? I would without a moments hesitation. But Clawdeen? loves her father and she is proud to be part of him. She never had an issue with being half human it's always been outside influences telling her it's a bad thing.

Mr. Komos shows up to prove what we knew all along, that he is not to be trusted! he starts out giving Clawdeen good advice, like "you don't want to do this, it's wrong to give up who you are" only to be like SIKE! and takes the potion himself like the hypocritical hemorrhoid he is.

He admits that Komos was his mothers maiden name and that his real name is Hyde Jr. after he drinks the potion he instantly begins to retch and suffer. Since Hyde was half monster and Komos is a Minotaur I'm going to take a wild guess and say he's half Hyde and half Minotaur which means he was only 25% human, which was why he couldn't open the lab door. Komos is a name in Greek mythology which fits with his Mom being the Minotaur.

Yeah! now that's what I'm talking about! that is a Minotaur! ... Though, now I feel bad for making fun of him earlier for not looking like one... knowing he's mixed changes things. that does not excuse him from being a butt hole, but... I understand him a little better now. He wants to be fully monster not so he can stay at Monster High, but so he can destroy it...and I mean... His anger is justified but it's misdirected.

After "True Monster Heart" his own words were a mob of humans killed his father. So I understand wanting to reject the parts of him that are human. And I understand why he blames Monster High, if they didn't expel his father he would have been safe from a murderous mob of humans.

He has every right to be as pissed as he is, but this is not the answer. This is Freddy Kruger logic "You hurt me so I'm going to take it out on your kids who did nothing wrong". I'm all for revenge but not when it involves innocent bystanders. If he wanted to go toe to toe with Bloodgood for example I would let him.

Apparently the potion also gave him the power to suck out the powers from other monsters. He steals Draculaura's essence and he can instantly turn into a bat at will. Then he promises that once he's done with Monster High he will go after the ones who killed his father: humans... not specific humans, his plan seems to be to just kill everyone.

10/?

[phoebe-delia]

Hi! I have a song prompt for you~ This is probably not in your playlist but I found this song that just hit me in the Drarry feels! It's by a South Korean artist but the song is in English: "Lovers In The Night" by Seori. I hope this song inspires you in any way! Don't worry if it doesn't though. Love you still!

@isamijoo, Isami, I am so sorry for being late with this song prompt response! I hadn't heard of this song before you suggested it, but this is great! I definitely see it for Drarry. I hope you like this!

Rated M; non-explicit smut

You watch his hands from across the room, see him grip his pint with the fingers and hands that have been on you, in you. You see him tilt his head back and laugh, elongating the neck you've traced with your tongue, careful not to leave marks that would last until the morning.

You've given up on the pretense of not staring at him. The sun is setting, and that means he'll soon be yours.

None of the people around him notice you; it's better, this way. She can have him during the day; she can rest her red hair on his shoulder and even take him to her flat for an afternoon delight, which is probably as kinky as she gets.

You don't know if she's aware of her boyfriend's nocturnal activities. Maybe theirs is a relationship that can handle the honesty of daylight without getting burned, unlike yours.

But at night, it's your bed he stumbles into with flushed cheeks as you pull little grunts from between his lips. He likes your hair, the way it gleams in the moonlight. He likes touching you, fucking you in the dark, where the world is draped in shadows; it's easier to suck cock when you can pretend you can't see it. He likes to feel you, more than see you.

You turn your gaze away, and you try to look as enticing as possible when you sip your drink, knowing his eyes will soon risk glancing over at you.

You wait until the world outside is blanketed in darkness, where the two of you can hide what you do, how you feel. When you're certain that the interrogative spotlight in the sky has sunk westward, you move toward the door without looking at him, hoping his eyes are following the lines of the suit you wore just for him. The first time you'd had it on around him, he'd been reckless enough in his want for you that he'd sent you the signal to meet him outside as the sun was setting--before the darkness had settled.

You walk outside, letting your eyes adjust to the lack of light around you. As you walk to your usual alleyway, you don't look back to make sure he's coming; you know he is. This is how it works, how it always has and always will.

You wouldn't have it any other way. Because any other way, you wouldn't have it at all.

[demonprincezeldris]

So because it's 2 am, and I'm pretty sure I have a fever and that's why I can't sleep, and class is gonna suck tomorrow, I'm gonna write to, at the very least, pass the time. This is your warning, I'm drowsy and feverish, and my writing rn will probably reflect that.

It had been several months since courting began. The first couple were exchanging gifts, interacting with each other, sleeping together. Not in the sexual way. Nesting, Zeldros explained to him, was very important to people of the underworld, especially demons, as it was meant as a safe space for rest and comfort. That's not to say they DIDN'T sleep together.

Arthur laid in bed, between Zeldris and Gelda. They'd all been asleep after their... activities, but he'd woken up and he wasn't quite sure why. He glanced out the window, where dawn was just barely starting. It was still dark out, but whatever woke him, It wasn't something dangerous, Zeldris’s sense for that was FAR more honed then his was, if something was threatening them, he'd have been the first awake. But his quiet snores, closer to little hitches in his breath than anything, continued to leave him at steady intervals. Gelda somehow maintained her grace even in her sleep, and unlike Zeldris, who's face was slack and drooling, she merely looked like she was resting her eyes. Though he knew she wasn't actually awake, because the ever constant, barely perceptible red glow of her eyes dimmed when she was unconscious.

He wondered what had woken him. Or, indeed, if it had been anything at all. He huffed out a quiet breath and carefully, Oh so slowly, crawled out of bed. Zeldris yawned and scowled adorably in his sleep when he could no longer feel him, but when his fingers brushed against Gelda, he rolled over to settle his back against her stomach, and her arm slipped over his waist as the two squeezed each other lightly before settling.

He smiled at them fondly, still a little disbelieving that he'd managed to snag THESE TWO, out of all the potential suitors in the world! He slipped his robe on, tying it before slipping out of the room.

He was a little surprised to see Merlin in his study.

"Merlin! I haven't seen you in a bit. Are you what woke me?"

"Most likely. I touched Excalibur to get your attention. It worked. Noted."

He laughed quietly and settled in one of the soft armchairs, one she wasn't already inhabiting. He'd originally had just two, but upon beginning his courting, he commissioned a couch that could comfortably fit all three of them.

"I wanted to come visit you. It has been awhile since we've just talked. How is courting with Zeldris and Gelda? Do they treat you well?"

"Oh, spectacular! Yes, they're very good to me, I love them a lot."

"Good. I'm glad."

They talked for a couple of hours, a comfortable tandem between them. Merlin had practically raised him, after all.

Eventually, his lovers filtered in. Gelda looked drowsy, but far more composed than Zeldris, who's hair stuck in every which direction, eyes still half closed. He squinted at Arthur, who smiled and gave him a wave. Zeldris mumbled something about him being damn early riser, the fuck is wrong with him, the sun was barely even up. Arthur just laughed quietly as the grumpy one stumbled over to the couch, where Gelda was already laying, and slipping into her arms.

Arthur did feel a little bad, he knew the two of them were naturally nocturnal and made accommodations for his own schedule. Zeldris admitted that, as a demigod, he didn't ACTUALLY need as much sleep as the average person, but he certainly preferred it. And Gelda was... well, Gelda. Something about vampires needing less sleep in general, just as long as they were well fed.

Merlin bid him farewell and teleported away. Arthur walked over to the couch. Gelda was just resting her eyes this time, which he knew because he could see the red glow through her eyelids. It was faint, always faint. Wouldn't see it unless you knew what to look for. Scared the shit out of him the first time he woke up to find a pair of glowing red eyeballs staring at him in the middle of the night. He totally didn't scream. Yes he did, he absolutely did.

Zeldris, on the other hand, was out cold once again, and Zeldris snorted wiggling his way onto the, thankfully quite wide couch. His favorite spot was between the two of them, but he was quite happy underneath the both of them too. Was he suffocating? Just a little. Was it worth it? YES.

Some time more passed and he agreed that he was ready. A woman named Melascula, who he'd met a handful of times, performed the ceremony at the end of the celebration. (The party was always held before, not after, since after, they'd always be far too overwhelmed and focused on each other.)

The three of them sat around her, and she pushed their souls out of their bodies gently. It felt... honestly, kind of terrifying, he didn't know how to describe the hollowness, the disconnect, and the only reason he didn't panic was because the two had warned him, over and over again, that this would happen, but it would be fine. Melascula was the most proficient soul handler in the entire underworld, and she did these ceremonies ALL THE TIME.

He felt a tug and Melascula pulled a thread from his soul and Zeldris’s. He could see the already existing thread between him and Gelda. They had agreed that Arthur would bind with Zeldris first, since he was the connecting piece between the two of them, and besides, Gelda got to be the one to human marry him, so it was only fair.

And as soon as the threads connected, settling into each other smoothly, he felt a rush of love and adoration and honestly a fair amount of lust too, and he knew that Zeldris was recieving the same back from him. The feeling doubled when the thread connected to Gelda too and he could see the triangle that formed, little glowing threads connecting the three of them. Melascula returned their souls to their bodies and got out of the way as the three lunged for each other, hugging and kissing and laughing and being just generally overwhelmed by it all.

They were bonded. Mated for life. And they couldn't be happier about it.

I hope you feel better! Fevers are terrible.

I loved this! This was written so well! Thank you for writing this. 🥺

[benevadeca]

Relistening to razia's shadow bc I belatedly realized they posted their new version of it and not that they changed any of the lyrics or plot but hm! Just as confused as I've ever been and honestly fr guys am I missing something. I do not understand the plot lol my feelings for it are very "makes no sense. compels me tho" i mean

all of this critism coming from someone who has no knowledge of any possible lore that may or may not exist abt this and has never interacted w anyone about it but just listens to the album sometimes and has seen the youtube puppet play <3

OK so the whole theme being "the unrelenting constancy of love and hope can rescue and restore you from any scope" aw <3 except it literally never does lol like Prophecy Boy dies in both acts.

It's truly the unfeminist of albums I mean. My 2017 memories of making an entire AU where I change the lyrics to all the songs with our #girls bc they suck TBH. honestly I just need to break down my gripes song by song okay so

>missing piece

OK!! so they were both very gifted but it's only arima and his man angst that goes off committing arson??

>life is looking up

it's literally Oh The Scientist being cringe and creepy like give ur son boy some encouragement damn :/ guy who caused it: I'm staying out of it. also the "but the sculpture of the earth was looked upon by jealous eyes" okay so there's always trouble in paradise got it, but the whole "dark and the light" theme is so confusing

>spider and the lamps

i hate the "crawl inside her" line soooooo much i think of it in my head as "crawling insider" like...he's a spy a creep a guy offering a new (worse) perspective on a guy who's at a mental low under the guise of helping him when he's really manipulating him. etc.

>toba the tura

literally in 2018 i had a whole animatic planned where the reason nidria leaves is bc she's literally a leader to her people and it's her making the tough choice to choose the responsibility she has to them who are now, idk refugees or whatever? etc etc. so yeah the irony of ari being the guy who's like "when i die you will realize" only for his terrible actions to be what forces nidria, who never even expressed any real desire or felt any necessity to Show Off Her Skillz, to take this active leadership authority figure role. anyway what was i talking about.

oh yeah uh, ok so i love toba bestie <3 love that they're a #girl in the new version like yes feminism. we love a genderfluid goat and i loved the singer but the "my words will tear through the air" line which is SO powerful in the original was kinda mediocre ngl. so yeah disappointed there but otherwise <3

i had a whole character concept for them in the far past but i've forgotten it honestly and relistening and watching wow they're kind of a cop huh? this is me going with my 2017 AU where the dark v/s light thing is a veiled xenophobia metaphor taking inspiration from the mechanisms high noon over camelot album. but yeah in this view the "every dark corner will soon see the light" is very civil servant performing their duty that, oops, kind of involves a punitive judgemental form of justice that negatively disenfranchises some more than others.

but again, the dark v/s light thing is so unclear like rly acting as if it's unpopulated when he's ari is banished or whatev ("desolate throne" but people do live there?? or once the light-people leave the land gets re-populated by the dark-people who were possibly implicitly expelled from there? going w the fantasy racism theme + the weird unexplained sickness thing i think the disparity between them is at least partially due to physiological differences in a nocturnal vs diurnal creatures kinda way. vampires who can't stand light vs guys who would wither away without it. etc etc.

But also again fuck Oh The Scientist the entire "you've broken the trust of your father's love" when was that love expressed?? and hello NIDRIA??? who has like a whole song about expressing her love!!! not even a "the truth of those you love" more encompassing kind of lyric just the very narrow vision of it is so :(

>the oracle

lots of nitpicks bc i'm a hater on this one <3 but another contender for worst line in the musical "in her lock he will turn the key" makes me GAG. not even like a "together they will turn the key" in a "these TWO guys will fulfill the prophecy bc it's a TOGETHER issue bc we all saw what happened last time when prophecy was left up to Just Some Guy, with a girl also there"

ALSO the "Their true love will be strong enough, To erase the wrong we've done" line i'm so bleh over? Like it's not abour ERASING the wrong it's about being able to look it in the eye and move past it! facing it and confronting it in order to work together to build something that learns from the mistakes of the past that is more equitable and lasting. so yeah idk just simple lyrical changes like "to move past"

Also the "will be strong enough" is so hamfisted....add some ambiguity or a touch of hopefulness or desperation bc we already saw prophecy isn't all it's caked up to be! "with their love, may it be strong enough" or smth. idk man!! idk!!

>the exit

the new ver literally has pallis like. push him to the ground at the beginning? BOO!! he's shown to be not understanding but still caring through his coldness, and also it's unclear what the prophecy is but in the beginning and the end "you really are the chosen one the calculated sacrifice" LIKE?? no wonder he was against it!! either knowing ur brother will die and/or being the killer??? yeah i think i'd be unhappy too abt my younger brother chasing a suicide mission.

and as for adakias and how literally his whole thing being feeling trapped, not fitting in, forced to fill a role he doesn't feel suited for, yearning for understanding and newness, etc.

and anura ALSO feeling those things!! self-recognition thru the other etc, and then for the next song to like immediately pivot to "and now they are going to settle down and have kids :)" it's SOOO infuriating. "to float away, and settle down" SETTLE DOWN????? AFTER ALL THAT YEARNING FOR A HERO'S JOURNEY???? WHAT DO YOU MEAN

>it's true love

literally changing all of anura's lines bc again misogyny the musical.

"I never would guess your touch could, Fill me with such thoughts to marry you, have your babies, too" BLECKKKK

TO ME changes to: "...guessed someone could Fill me with such a tender feeling, how, Just to be with you, Is it too good to be true?"

Also the "Adakias, can't you see that I knew at first kiss?" >> "can't you see that without you I'd have never escaped" this line is partially bc i couldn't hear what she was saying lol but it sounded vaguely like this to me and fit with the themes of like. desperation, loneliness, finally finding someone who understands you and the desire to cling to that person, the whirlwind that mixture of things can spur you into making looking before you leap decision making, etc

also more lyric changes but i would simply change "i can't let her learn about my past" to "if i let her learn about my past" with a yes maybe? :) hopefulness to it, that then pivots to the "if she found out where i came from" of the original. the back and forth!! the desire to entrust your full self to the person you theoretically has this magic connection of love and understanding with that you don't want to lie to!! but that is shadowed by the fears of being forced back to a life you don't want. instead of just "oh yeah and i will simply keep this a secret, forever, regardless of how much this endangers the people around me :) what could go wrong"

>meet the king

literally the narration at the end w/ the "the king as his greed" HIS GREED??? bro he literally knew he was hiding something and ofc he was concerned for his daughter making a crazy rash decision based on someone who very well COULD just be after her for status!!! and who did end up getting her sick and almost killed!!!!!

songs written by someone who doesn't get the plot of romeo and juliet. and also addy constantly ending his lines to the king with "You Fool" BRO that is not how u convince ur date's dad to like you!!!!! and way to give away ur not just some commoner who tf talks to royalty like this you loudmouth. KIDS

but also on the other hand what even is the sickness plotline....def puts a weird bit into my xenophobia metaphor plotline but as a plotline itself even without that it's so nonsense!!! means nothing to me!!!!

>holy the sea

i think this song fucks love the boat chorus :) i do think the "sits atop ur family tree" thing is kinda boring like booooo no fancy chosen one bloodlines, i say in a work where the only characters are all monarchists or smth, the reincarnation thing is on thin ice but i'll allow it bc making puppets is hard and i support reusing character designs in a "same guy but slightly different and to the left bc see they are Parallels" i fall for it every time.

>doctor doctor

lol literally i cant listen to this song it's so. like the music is fun but the entire plot and lyrics are soooo

i mean addy was rly gonna just sell anura to the creepy doctor without her consent bc, what? "Trust me, I know how this must go!"??? BRO as if you've trust her with anything!! and if it's not your fault in the first place!!!!

>the end and the beginning

i was always very confused where tf the doctor went in this song until i saw the visual of the door just falling on him. everybody say thank you pallis

the way it doesn't make sense tho lmao <3 "she would never RLY like u bc she's a spoiled princess who needs a prince" BRO?? damn that's crazy where the hell would we find one of those? and if not every character in this song is royalty???

"these two have been on quite an odyssey" :( i would also like to witness the odyssey. also belated question why in the new version are so many of the characters kind of gay (the spider, the king, pallis and his puppet hip thrusts)

and the way the entire song is abt her and pallis forcing her to justify herself to him but she like. barely has a line in it!! also the amount of lyrics i simply have never known bc im looking it up now on genius lyrics and damn where tf was i supposed to get maharaja and maliloquently from

more lyrics i dislike and change in my head: "please listen, I really can explain...Now you know the truth, but that knowledge shouldn't change the nature of our love" > "I really can't explain...Now you know the truth, and though that knowledge may change the nature of our love" the meaning is found in the acknowledgement that ur actions have consequences!! that you can't go back from but you can face up and be willing to accept that they will affect you moving forward!! and ofc the nature of it will change bc it NEEDS to change bc as proven by the lies and harm that's been done, it should change and that change can be something for the better.

the way she has NO like individual lines after the truth reveal tho. feminism loses :(

also the end like "we regained our science" HOW??? WHEN?? sorry i wasnt there for that lol. narrator living in a different sphere of existence. "cause an idea is only relevant if it's being thought upon" sir i have not gotten what the idea is.

anyway thoughts on just the musical as a visual:

i prefer the original spider puppet i just think the black light was better!!

they rly made him green huh....weird.

the weird blurs on the camera sometimes...like when pallis goes in for the stab and it has this weird overlapped motion blur what even IS that.....

i do like pallis and addy's little outfits :) brother who cant dress themselves

them holding hands in the meet the king song is cute. like children at mcdonald's "he asked for no pickles" kind of look.

the very end narration being all "never surrender :)" (image of guy bleeding out on the floor) is. quite the choice

[skarlettskwrl]

Yes, they would do a very cute funkos :) :) Sucks that you can't have your adobe programs anymore, good luck getting more use to the new one. I'll keep following you anyway, and keep enjoying your chibis. good job with those so far and sad that nobody else had give you feedback, because your art is amazing :) :) (you deserve more if you ask me). PD. yes, I'm the same anon, just couldn't reply before.

Hi Anon,

Yeah as nice as adobe products and other proprietary software are, I think I'm getting a stronger feel for Krita. I really like making these chibis. I haven't had a really active presence on Tumblr till recently. So lack of exposure isn't all that surprising. But this is a passion project so I'll be seeing this through. Based on the list I'm a little under halfway done!

The list is as follows:

Alicia Not Done

Amorpho Done

Angela Foley Not Done

Bertrand Not Done

Box Ghost Not Done

Box lunch Not Done

Bullet Not Done

Clockwork Not Done

Cujo Done

Dairy King Done

Dani Fenton/ Phantom Done

Danny Fenton/ Phantom Done

Dan Phantom Not Done

Dash Baxter maybe with pookie Not Done

Desiree Not Done

Elliot Done

Ember McLain Done

Freakshow Done

Fright Knight Done

Frostbite Done

Ghost Writer Done

Ida Manson Not Done

Irving "Third Degree" Burns Not Done

Jack Fenton Not Done

Jeremy Manson Not Done

Jazz Fenton Done

Johnny 13 Done

Kitty Done

Klemper Done

Kwan Not Done

Lance Thunder Done

Lunch Lady Not Done

Lydia Done

Maddie Fenton Not Done

Maurice Foley Not Done

Mikey Done

Mr. Falluca Done

Mr. Lancer Not Done

Mr. Tetslaff Not Done

Nathan/ Lester Done

Nicolai Technus Not Done

Nocturn Done

Operative O & K Not Done

Pamela Manson Not Done

Pandora Done

Pariah Dark Done

Paulina Not Done

Penelope Spectra Done

Prince Aragon Not Done

Princess Dorathea Not Done

Principal Ishiyama Not Done

Sam Manson Not Done

Sidney Poindexter Done

Skulker Done

Spike Not Done

Star Not Done

Tiffanie Snow Not Done

Tucker Foley Done

Undergrowth Not Done

Valerie Gray/ Red Not Done

Vlad Masters/ Plasmius Not Done

Vortex Not Done

Vultures Not Done

Walker Not Done

Wes Weston Not Done

Wulf Not Done

Youngblood & Bones Done

I still feel like the list is incomplete...

I can't wait to work on more...

if you'd like a chibi done sooner please request.

~SkarlettSkwrl