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'Hold still so I can kill you.'
owner of OC used: https://twitter.com/kitsu99_
#madness combat#madnesscombat#mc#art#oc#original character#Not mine#the zombie guy isnt mine#practice#practicing poses#dynamic poses#referenced solor leveling for the legs
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ngl i think its just as aphobic to hc a character as aroace because you "feel gross thinking about them in a relationship" or "cant think of anyone to ship them with" or "the guy is a virgin cus hes not married therefore hes aroace"
like. do you think ur crush not reciprocating makes them aroace too? are the people you dislike in life all aroace and gross cus u dont wanna fuck them or find their dating life uninteresting? am i gross to you? shipping isnt everything either. just cus u cant think of a ship for a character or u dont like the character that doesnt mean he HAS to be aroace. just so you wont 'have' to ship him. belos can be straight or gay or whatever without sexuality NEEDING to be related to a ship. single people exist. i mean, for belos i doubt hed want to have sex with witches. but in general just cus a character is waiting until marriage or is a virgin past the age of 20 or a religious lunatic doesnt neccessarily mean theyre aroace. and theyre certainly not evil or villains for being virgins either. good people can be virgins too and it shoudnt be shamed or something shameful everyone laughs at u for.
this is partially in response to that person earlier cus like. "hes gross i cant imagine anyone to ship him with so hes aroace" okay thanks ill make sure to take note that only gross characters who cant be shipped can be aroace. like. is lilith gross too. am i gross too. come on.
as for villains i dont care if you hc tvem as aroace or any aspec identity for as long as you dont do it BECAUSE thetre a villain. like. "dont hc evil characters as queer because theyre evil" is not something i should have to write out and explain. in 2023.
altho ngl some of is definitely amplified from other fandoms as well, it was very popular in an old fandom of mine to headcanon the frequently hced as depressed evil character and the evil zombie character as aroace. cus they couldnt think of anyone to ship them with. like. the depressed guy. cus if ur aspec ur... depressed ig. and the rotting zombie. babygirl if someone tried to fuck that his dick would fall off. come on.
the point is dont hc characters as aroace just because you wouldnt fuck them or you dont like them or theyre evil or depressed or their dick would fall off. like. cmon.
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ECHOES JUMPSCARE @beantothemax
oh goodness i need a moment shes so ...Her walk cycle is strange. She keeps her right arm stationary. also she has no overworld attack like alm. i assume this will be fixed when we're in a hostile area ah! but she can dash-
I think the emu bugged...
Cannot guess why you would think that
This guy's a wimp!
I kinda like the dumb was Boey speaks gotta wonder how it was in the japanese version...
your WHAT
Oh hes dead :(
Mae, shes clearly over it. Shes processed the trauma and moved on. That's why she can talk about him so fondly without bursting into tears.
The music for Celica mode is a lot less grandiose than Alm... Which makes sense, shes a lot more mature than him, for lack of a better word
yeah sure celica i know this but HOLY SHIT YOUR FIGHT MUSIC???? ITS SO GOOD??? Also i swear i've heard it somewhere before... or at least its leitmotif...
She has fantastic form! also, i noticed she has both magic and swords! good for her!
Good fight everyone! I love getting kills with the healer its so funny
GASP A GUY!!!! AND A DRAGON!!!! ....Oh
They came back!
Sounds like our next party member!
SHES SO I LOVE HER!!!
Oh hello sir you look like Saber
Sounds like mine
...Sir can you have any hair color but that PLEASE
THERES SO MANY KITTIES!!!!!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
I have also seen the world map.
...Mae, we just fought zombies.
Oh okay so lets go grab that guy from the tavern
ooooo Celica looks kinda scuffed but wooowwwww!
....I know your va. I KNOW YOUR VA I JUST CANT NAME IT WAIT WAIT YOURE
YOU!
IM SORRY???? I MEAN GOOD FOR HIM BUT WHA
WAIT WAIT WAIT SLOW DOWN NEXT YOURE GONNA TELL ME
OKAY THAT ISNT PERSONA 3 BUT IT COUNTS GOD OKAY HE ALSO VOICES FLYNN IN SMT IV APOCYALPSE BUT I RAN OUT OF IMAGES I AM NOT OKAY AND I ALREADY KNOW HE VOICES [I am shot] *Weakly* ..in persona 5... AND HES PAPP IN OCTOPATH II THIS IS AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA *explodes*
YESSSS CELICA IS SO GREAT
I love the dynamics of her team it's great, that includes saber I really like saber
But whats wrong with his hair color :(
Oh also, about the music being less grandiose, Celica also isn't leading an army/rebellion, it's just her and her friends
Anyway, music is awesome as always of course
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hello!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i am cole, also known as hotdogwater2009 on neopets and the biggest sloth fan ever!
this is dajokahbabey, he is my lab rat i love him to death he is tortured every day by the infernal lazer Dr.Death zaps him with multiple times a day its okay though, he is fueled by rage and hate. my goal is for him to be an MSPP one day....a guy can dream...
this is gloom_spirit, i got her from the pound as a mutant chia, i used my premium species change on her to turn her into a mutant gelert, and eventually got my hands on a TMP and made her a mutant ruki! i love her shes my battledome pet, although i dont do much battling these days!!
here are my SLOTH themed pets! i love them to death! i recently got the special item from the stocking stufftacular and im HOPING its the unconverter-er so i can make 0ppieheimer (the halloween moehog) into a UC.... hes dressed up like a lil sloth how could i NOT
slothbbg (plushie grundo) is based on the happiness faerie! i had to nc trade the cloak and the mask and unfortunately, contacts dont work with the mask on so that sucks but i loooove the plushie variant of grundos so im super happy with him hes my baby, actually...
now...... BLUMAROO TIME
I LOVE BLUMAROOS! i have several! here are some of mine (spread across side accounts too)
i love them a lot! theyre so cute! i even have a blumaroo oc, raditz, check him out! i got batdizzle (zombie) in the pound! isnt he a cutie!
i tried to make him but i cannot do him justice at this time so he is religated to clip studio paint and the blank canvas backgrounds i deam to place him in lol
also my first and only baby pet is a blumaroo!
i just could not help myself when the goth baby caps came out lol!
off (or on?) topic, but i also have a sloth gallery!
i love seeing my little collection grow! sloth is so funny to me villians are goofy and hes the goofiest hes like dr doofenshmirtz but actually evil...love that guy
anyways! thanks for reading my first post! my main is @ballsack696969696969 btw!
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hi i would like to share a recent personal experience (with a surprisingly positive resolution) about challenging hate speech in online video games that have chat features as an extremely socially anxious autistic person + also some thoughts i've held for a very long time regarding the need for folks who are privileged enough to not be targets of constant harassment in video game social environments to use that privilege by speaking up when witnessing hate speech for those of us who can't safely do so
(this ended up being a super long post i'm sorry, i tried to split it into separated paragraphs to make it a bit more accessible to read but i needed to get this whole train of thought written outside of my brain before i unintentionally move on to some other point of focus and forget all of this)
i dont usually like posting about bad online video game interactions since thats a Bummer, but. i wanted to make a post to share a brief interaction i was a part of in the text chat of an online team game last night that actually had a positive resolution even just for the sake of being able to say that i've witnessed a bad video game interaction involving me as a target end up with a positive resolution. i'm gonna put the rest of this whole thing under a 'read more' so that it hopefully doesn't clog anyone's dash up with long-scrolling text wall:
i was playing 'versus' mode in Left 4 Dead 2 on my computer last night, which for anyone not familiar with that gamemode, is where one team of 4 people play as the human survivors and the other team of 4 people play as the game's 'Special Infected' zombies (Boomer, Hunter, Tank, etc. on a randomized respawn rotation). its very fun and chaotic but because of the chaotic rapid respawn nature of the zombie side and the fact that you don't usually play as the special infected zombies in the regular 'campaign', its not uncommon to be put in matches with ppl who have no patience for anyone who isnt super experienced or skilled or whatever as every special infected on the zombie team and people start arguments in the chat pretty often. im not a fan of ppl acting out like that but usually its just Annoying and i ignore it and carry on,
last night though, someone on the opposite team of mine (mine was currently the zombies; the game goes back and forth to let each team do their best at surviving the same levels on both sides; one team gets as far as they can as humans and then the other tries to match that score or do better if they can and so on) was getting increasingly frustrated that whenever their team was playing as the survivors they weren't quite making it as far towards the map end goals as my team was, because my team was doing slightly better at teaming up as the special infected zombies to get bigger scores and hold them away from their goal.
eventually he got so visibly upset in the text chat that he went "ok. r*tarded but ok', and then followed up quickly with something along the lines of "yall know you're a bunch of fkin r*tards right" (i censored it here, he did not originally) and that immediately crossed a boundary line for me because i'm autistic, and once was already too much, but twice in a row made me very uncomfortable. i didn't know or care if he was saying it to us (his enemy team), or his own team for having a slightly lower score as the survivors, but nobody else in the game had shown any text or voice chat signs of being unsafe people or angry people, so i felt safe enough to go in the text chat (i usually do not do this because i usually do not feel safe enough to do so in groups of strangers online)
i said something like "learn a new word to use, maybe?", just to kind of be like, 'hey, nobody else in this game is talking the way you are, don't be That Guy' you know? he said "why? its not like its a big deal", which was kinda sad to read 'cause it gave me the impression that this person probably spends a good amount of time (willingly or unwillingly) around people who commonly use slurs because its 'not a big deal'; again, nobody else in the match was getting involved verbally or textually, and we all continued to play the game while this happened, so i decided that i was going to stick up for myself since i don't often feel like i have the opportunity to do that in the text chat of games without feeling humiliated or thrown under the bus by my teammates or whatever.
while i was typing the guy added "i wasnt even saying it to you anyways" (does not matter to me, obviously). i finished the response i had been typing to his message about 'its not a big deal' and said "it is a big deal, actually!". by this point, his character had been eliminated entirely and his team had one or two human survivors running to their end goal map exit for the round, so he had more free time to type and he replied to me and said "whatever, you do you i guess". i said "well. i'm autistic, so." and meant to say 'i guess i will' in response to 'you do you', but the round ended after i sent that reply and the loading screen popped up for the survivor/zombie team switch
when it did, he wrote "fair 'nuff." in the chat like a minute or so into the very start of the round when both teams were getting set up and everything, and i was honestly fine with that as a general resolution to the whole thing, because the minute or so of time in between my last message and the non-aggressive bluntness of it made me feel like he probably felt at least a little guilty realizing that he was casually tossing around a slur that is very commonly used against autistic people to An Actual Autistic Person in the same game as him, and that worked for me.
the game went on as it regularly had been for like five or so more minutes, and then he suddenly sent another final and honestly unexpected message in the group chat that said, in no response to any other messages that had been typed by anyone since his last one, "alright i'm sorry i used that word in chat mariska" (my name/username). which was actually wild for me to see because i am very much not used to getting actual apologies from strangers who say bad stuff in game chats, and i genuinely appreciated that he either hadn't stopped thinking about it and felt bad about acting out, or maybe some of his own teammates had prompted him to apologize in their respective team chat or something; either way, i gave a genuine "thank you." in the chat to let him know the gesture was appreciated, and for the rest of the maybe 30 or so mins that the whole match lasted, there was no more aggressiveness or slurs or toxicity at all in the chat from either team's side. when the game ended all together, he was one of the first people to type "gg" (good game) in the chat, as did myself and almost all of the other folks in the match, and after that i stopped playing for the night.
sorry for the big long text post, but i wanted to share this somewhere other than just that isolated game match chat between 8 people, because i very often see a lot of people (on pretty much any social media but mostly on here tbh) make posts regarding this exact kind of video game or general online text chat community experience where the person writing the post encourages others who also commonly witness it, or are the target of slurs, harassment, threats etc, to speak up (if it is safe to do so, imo 'speaking up' or 'calling out' people you dont know especially in aggressive game communities should be the responsibility of allies/friends/non-targeted folks more often than those of us who are being harassed or threatened or talked down to ourselves since it is inherently more dangerous for us to defend ourselves unfortunately and it can take a very serious turn against us very fast, think 'swatting' or doxxing, as a few examples off the top of my head) against the language/slurs/bigotry/harassment that aggressive, angry, frustrated strangers commonly spew in text and/or voice game chats, and as someone who plays a lot of team based online games regularly and has played online games in general since the mid-2000's, i couldn't agree more with the people i've seen writing posts or game journalism articles encouraging people to refuse to allow that kind of behavior to be validated by others in an online match, or to only ignore it when there is a safe opportunity to make it known that at least one person refuses to tolerate whatever behavior the aggressor is displaying.
anyways, to make an accidentally way too long story short; more often than not, in online video game chat circles, it's unfortunately just not going to be super productive to call out casual hate speech & harassment because there are typically (in my personal experiences at least) more people in a group of strangers that either enjoy seeing targets of harassment get upset and will join in with the original aggressor to humiliate whoever speaks against it, or who behave the same way as the aggressor and validate their own patterns of hate speech as being acceptable and common by defending their behavior/siding with them in larger numbers.
but! in situations where you're watching that happen, to yourself or others, and everyone else is either silent or doesn't seem to agree/enjoy watching someone have a bigoted hissy fit in a video game chat, it absolutely can be worth it to be the person who makes it clear to that person that they are the problem. unless you personally know every individual person who is playing in the same match group as you, there is no 100% way to know exactly who all the other players are outside of their characters or personas they're represented by in-game. people who tend to be commonly perceived as pretty emotionally mature in general, in any part of online or offline life, can and do absolutely come across as temporary social role models/behavioral leaders to the other real human beings around them in the moment, regardless of whether that's intentional on their end or not.
i'm not quite sure if the term 'peer pressure' is exactly what i'm looking for as terminology right now since that term is typically applied in negative behavior patterns, but that concept is very real in any gathering of multiple people - it can (and again, in SAFE settings, should) be utilized in a positive, constructive way to prompt someone to think before they speak/type, and to make a point to everyone present in the moment that we are all allowed to openly bring attention to harassment and hate speech. that point is an especially important realization for people who may hold generally higher positions of privilege than those of us who speak against it, since they are the ones that really need to be doing this kind of thing more often and in larger majorities than those of us who are put in danger when we bring attention to hateful behavior simply by existing as oppressed people of any kind.
i guess the whole main train of thought i'm attempting to explain with all of this is, like. before that one person started typing out a slur two times in a row that has been used against me so many times in my life that my brain went into auto-pilot and refused to let him feel comfortable saying it again, nobody was typing anything like 'gg' or 'gr' (good round, when a game isn't totally finished yet) at all, which was fine that's not like a requirement, but when that next round ended after the guy apologized and i said thank you, everyone else started saying 'gr' until the match ended and there were a bunch of 'gg's instead, like i mentioned above.
in all honesty, if i hadn't been so exhausted last night from having a really difficult day earlier that involved a lot of unintentional trauma triggers, panic attacks and anti-anxiety medication, i probably would have just left the game or not said anything when that happened, because i am terrified of confrontation and i am very used to it resulting in bad outcomes for me so i try very hard to have self-control and not potentially feed into trolls online, but i had a really really bad day, and that was my late night comfort special interest activity, and it pissed me off that i couldn't avoid traumatic triggers even in that short distraction before attempting to get some sleep. i was acting totally on emotionally charged impulse which is something that i try so hard not to do with strangers in video games of all places.
but i mention that specifically because it still made a difference in that one match, and because of that we were all able to have fun playing a video game the way it was meant to be played for friendly competitive enjoyment. i will probably never interact or maybe even just run into any of those people in a game lobby again, so obviously there's no way for me to know if the person who typed the slur messages will just continue to do that in other games anyways or if getting called-out on hateful behavior had any kind of impact on how he might think a few seconds longer before saying something like that to strangers online again in the future, but like. i don't know. that's kind of the point, i think? he seemed at the very least pretty embarrassed that nobody wanted to defend him or feed into the whole 'its not a big deal' thing, to the point that he actually apologized appropriately to me directly in a social setting where 6 other people saw it, so maybe that was a feeling of temporary guilt or shame or just being humbled a bit that he needed to experience to learn something from.
some people really are just not worth the mental or emotional effort to respond to because they are so set and fixed in their ways, and they're a stranger, and it's not our responsibility to fix that, especially in video games, that's why i usually. Dont Bother. but also sometimes people are so self-centered or uncaring or maybe even projecting self-hatred of how they think of themselves onto strangers because they don't view those strangers as fully realized human beings that continue living their lives after exiting out of a video game, who knows, i don't and i really don't care to, but i truly think there are a large amount of people in this kind of situation that just repeat whatever they've learned and heard around them for however long, and think of it as 'no big deal', and they suddenly feel very embarrassed and ashamed and small when one of the usernames they view as just a username on a screen talks back and they are faced with the realization that they said something awful to a real person, not an npc, not a left 4 dead 2 zombie character, and the other 6 real people there say nothing to defend them, because what they said sucked, and we're all trying to have fun playing a silly game, and they deserved to be embarrassed about it.
i think that's maybe my Big Concluding Thought on this whole thing. not necessarily 'everyone join me in Bringing Peace And Harmony To Left 4 Dead 2 Online Text Chat', but like...your words mean things to people you don't know when you say things to them in a place like a video game chat, and the largest majority of people playing most games just wanna play the game, so like. maybe think for a second or two before you just say stuff that sucks. especially if it sucks because it is literal hate speech? but also in general when it just sucks because its just a mean unwanted and unhelpful comment. and maybe ask yourself, if you're someone who jokes about wishing you werent 'so toxic when i play but i cant help it' or if you say things just to say things because 'its no big deal', why? why are you like that? you literally do not have to be. you don't know the lives and experiences of the people you're spending a very small amount of time with together in a game online and when you do this kind of stuff, when you're mean and 'toxic' and you call people slurs when they don't get as many high little numbers next to your digital team's fake video game scoreboard as you want them to get, the only impression or memory they will ever have of you is that they don't like you and you made a lighthearted experience suck for 7 people. that is all you get to be to that person forever.
idk, maybe other people don't think that's sad and maybe it doesn't bother them, but if that was the most common impression i left on a bunch of different groups of strangers that i wont get to interact with again afterwards i would feel pretty sad and ashamed about it.
anyways. i need to partake in tasks that do not involve rambling on my phone now but if you read this that is cool thank you, if you didnt that is fine i understand this became a ridiculously long post out of nowhere i do not blame u, and. i hope you have a good day. ok goodbye
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dashboard osmosis: hollow knight?
you are a Bug. your parents fucked nasty and then Died. you have no name. you have like a million siblings and only two of them are alive-depending on what your definition of “alive” is. you have no gender and youre like 7 but also youre hundreds of years old. you journey through the Bug Land (hollownest???) and meet so many epic people and they all fucking die. epic! you have a sister that hates you so fucking much and tries to kill you but its ok bc you literally cant feel emotion sad face. your sister loves you unconditionally btw.
you join together to kill your older sibling who Faked being empty to appease your father and took on the light of a god. the light is threatening to break free so you kill your sibling and take their place (1) everyone dies (2) or you trap yourself and your sister in with them (3).
theres another sillay bug sibling that is dubiously “alive”, and their name is fucking . FUCK I CANNOT REMEMBER THEIR NAME . but they have a big BROKEN VESSEL their name is broken vessel. anyway BV is possesed by the gods light and theyre always crying and theyre basically a zombie now and theyre so sad and wet and pathetic and theyre sosososos happy you killed them and also they have like 2 seconds of screen time .
theres also a Girl Bug who loves to sing and mine and if you talk to her more than 3 times youre forced to kill her and everyone is sad about it (mila?)
ALSO theres like. this fuckass. who shows up in the collesieum and hes like “im da boss..” and then gets crushed by a chandelier thats also a bug (tiso)
and then theres like. a bunch of other guys gay people go insane for???? i dont know any of them. but there is a big maggot whos babies you collect and then he eats them to everyones horror. but its ok bc actually his babies are eatinf Him from the inside out!! yayyy
also the like. LORE of the game is theres this big moth lady whos a god and her light currpupts fuckers and your dad, the king, is like ohhhh this is bad. and he fucks a tree named White Woman Jumpscare so many times and kinda just. throws the babies away until he finds a baby that’s Properly Hollow and Puts The Light In There and puts the baby in a room alllll alone and chained up and theyre so sad and lonely. and he gets one more good nut out creating Hornet The Gendered One for some woman who ISNT his wife the tree and then DIES. the end
aks hame
#I HAD LIKE. 10 FRIENDS WHO WERE INTO HOLLOW NIGHT SO IVE ABSORBED SOME SHIT#BUT ALL OF THEM WERE FIXATED ON SUPER MINOR CHARACTERS SO I KNOW VERY LITTLE ABOUT THE ACTUAL LORE AND SO MUCH ABOUT#BROKEN VESSEL TISO AND MILA
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[….]
[……..It’s cold.]
[…His legs are tired from running. The sword is firmly placed in his shaking hand, (it’s more human than it has been in a long time), quiet whispers asking for blood. Not in an act of divine sacrifice, but rather as a suggestion. Revenge it insisted. But nothing has happened yet. Just some threats and resources from the center of a volcano to his name.]
[“they want you dead, idiot,” someone chides. “what are you waiting for..?”]
“they’re trying to wipe me off the face of the planet,” [he laughs in disbelief..] “…i need to get the fuck out of iceland. shit’s dangerous.”
[“STOP HESITATING AND KILL THEM. THEY WILL THROW YOU TO THE ZOMBIES ONCE THEY TAKE YOUR LOOT.”]
“Nope. We need the diamonds.”
[The crows calling in the distance is more of an annoyance than a comfort at this point.]
“Oooh- emeralds!”
[“you ALREADY HAVE A SWORD. STOP MINING AND START DOING SOMETHING INTERESTING.”]
“That sword’s too busted. The admins will shit themselves.”
[“What NO WAY. THEYRE TRYING TO GET YOU KILLED. ITS TIME TO GET BLOOD”]
[He decides to ignore the devil on his shoulder and continue on with his mining. The iron armor sits uncomfortably on his body, his wings felt unnaturally heavy, and the lack of food is getting to him a little bit. The rotten flesh isn’t really too good for long term survival, but you make do with what you have. Crows are carrion animals…]
[“How long are you going to waste in here like a ground mole? You are no better than the worms.”]
[He sits on the furnace with a small huff, closing his eyes.]
“Just until we dig out of here. We’ll get to the surface. We can just dig up.”
[“HAH. You wouldn’t last that long. The claustrophobia’s already getting to you isn’t it? Heehahaha..!”]
[He makes a mental note to ask Kristin whether you can kill a guy in a sword.]
“wait. Holy shit-“
[There’s planes here?? And you can buy them?? And they already gave him money for some??? Holy shit??]
[“HEY. A PLANE ISNT GONNA FLY YOU OUT. GO SOMEWHERE ELSE SO I DONT HAVE TO SMELL YOUR VULTURE SHIT.”]
“..Yeah, we can’t stay in Iceland.”
[He unfurls a map. It was strange how the map could update locations in real time. If it weren’t for the fact this decision could save his life, he would feel violated. He still does anyway.]
[“OH GREAT. A MAP. WELL WHERE ARE WE GOING THIS TIME GENIUS? OUT TO THE MIDDLE OF SOME OTHER OCEAN???”]
[…he knows that name.]
[He fumbles for his comm immediately. It has been a long time, but he still knew how to contact him. Assuming everything was still the same, assuming that they were in the same position.]
[“…..what are you doing?”]
“I’m messaging Technoblade.”
[“what.”]
[He ignores the rumbles of protest and types his message as quickly as he can. The growls of zombies are not too far away now.]
“Techno,” [he hesitates. he hopes it works. He hopes that he still has connections. Every word is annunciated carefully.] “They’re trying to form an alliance to kill me. That is their only goal.”
[It sends. There’s hope growing in his chest.]
“We must band together to become Gods.”
[A pause.]
“Or not.”
….
“Up to you.”
….
[“That was shit.”]
[Phil bursts into laughter, holding his head in his hands in the disbelief. This whole situation was ridiculous. He could die here. He knows that very well. And yet he still stays with the theatrics.]
[Techno may find it funny.]
[“No way he replies to that.”]
[PING!]
[Technoblade whispers to you: okay philza we got this]
[Phil laughs in victory.] “Alliance pact formed!!”
[“NO SHOT. SERIOUSLY?? WITH THAT GUY? ARE YOU INSANE?? I CHANGE MY MIND LETS STAY HERE-”]
“what do?”
[Technoblade whispers to you: meet me at south pole]
[PING!]
“….Antarctic Empire….”
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some quick leif and zommoth headcanons. Long post
Leif's body is technically "alive" on a biological level. He's got a pulse, whatever organs are left still work, his wounds heal and he's just generally not a corpse. The original Leif is still dead as a doorknob, though. It's just the body that's not actually dead.
Adding onto this- Should Leif's cordyceps get seperated from his body, he'll be perfectly fine. It'll be jarring, it'll suck, but not only can he survive that way indefinitely, he'll still keep his mind. Exact same guy, just spaghettified. Should this happen, though, the body will shut down and Actually Die- Only temporarily, though, because once he's back in, the combination of Magical Cordyceps Bullshit and Magical Crystal Bullshit will jumpstart the very-dead corpde back to being a debatably-dead body.
Zommoth's magic isn't poison so much as it just affects how you feel in general. In a combat setting, it's mostly just Beam Of Feel Unwell (making it better for incapacitating victims so they can go in for physical attacks), but outside of combat, it's... Basically emotion magic but Worse. They can't actually control emotion, but they sure can cast an overwhelming wave of their own feelings onto someone! Useful for starting fights, trying to get your weird pathetic blue brother to be Excited About The Cool Thing You Found, and... surprisingly enough, as a painkiller.
If two cordyceps come into physical contact with eachother, they can basically communicate telepathically as long as they're touching- And, should this happen when theyre both asleep, they'll actually share dreams! This isnt particularly useful for the cordysibs unless Leif gets peeled somehow, in which case, it would be VERY useful, because...
Unlike Zommoth, Leif can't talk when seperated from his body. This is because Zommoth talks sorta like a parrot (but worse)- Since their tail and inner body is made of so many tendrils, they can move them all around to push air through their whole body to make sounds- Leif, however, isn't big enough to do this, so outside of his body he's completely mute.
The crystals in Leif aren't, like, loose rocks. They're growing in the empty space in there in a sort of rock candy sorta shape. There's actually a bit growing ON the cordyceps- If (when peeled) he rubs his tendrils together just right, he can chirp like a cricket.
Leif's eyes glow dimly, but that’s not the only reason why they're white. They're actually heavily clouded over. This... Caused a bit of a misunderstanding when he first met Vi and Kabbu. They assumed he was blind. They were very quickly proven wrong. This has happened countless times with countless people on their adventure. It's annoying. His eyesight is actually pretty good.
Zommoth's host is... Even more dead than Leif physically. The body is just a decaying husk. UNLIKE LEIF, however, they're still sort of there mentally- It's rare that they're even conscious enough to dream, but they could, hypothetically, be brought back. They'd be surprisingly tolerant of the big stupid Weird Dog sharing their body, despite everything. I'll talk about the host in a seperate post, maybe. Friend of mine came up with most of their Everything, so i'll have to ask them.
Zommoth is fully capable of hijacking other bugs- To a limited extent, though, since they'd be too big to actually use the body. If left unattended, there is a decent chance they will do this. It's never actually with the intent to take over the body, though, and, like leif, they can't actually infect anyone- They just have no sense of boundaries and actually genuinely think they're being friendly by doing this. In their (lack of) eyes, they're just popping in to say hi, sorta the equivalent of leaning over your shoulder to see what you're doing, but Worse and Bad. They don't understand why people don't like this. At the very least, this doesn't actually cause any lasting harm- It sucks and it's also fuckin terrifying to have a giant zombie parasite drop on you, take control of your body and start babbling away in your brain like an excited toddler for a few minutes before dropping you and fleeing the scene.
This happens to leif like at least once a week please help him
#bug fables#bug fables spoilers#bug fables zommoth#bug fables leif#headcanons#seriously this is a long post#tldr leif is the worlds most pathetic cordyceps#and zommoth is basically a big easily excited toddler with terrifying strength#and the moral compass of like#a really curious crow#they dont really understand right and wrong but unless theyre mad#theyll stop if theyre told to stop. theyre not malicious theyre just a Weird Dog
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Gimme your favorite webtoons please
hello thaya!! i am so fuckin glad you asked
if you want the short-but-also-long version, here's a carrd i made listing most of the comics im reading (not all--im following smth like 200 comics week to week--but most). at the bottom is linked my side acct on twitter where i post exclusively abt webcomics. my all time list, tho... let me know your fave genres or what you like to read and i can give more specific recs, but SOME OF my faves rn (i have. so many more i could list. i just dont want this post to be So long know) are
webtoon originals:
Lavender Jack - ALL TIME FAVE. vigilante / mystery comic with an absolutely gorgeous art style and really fun writing/characters, simultaneously following the eponymous lavendar jack as he exposes the city's richest criminals, as well as the detective trying to expose him. it's fun bc the mystery isnt his identity--they tell you who he is!--it's watching him act and not knowing why, unravelling that at the same time as the detective. all four of the main characters are so good and interesting (i am Obsessed with the way LJ talks), the art and coloring are lovely. its so fucking good i cannot recommend it enough
Eleceed - this comic is so silly and i love it so much. local high schooler feeds a stray cat, finds out the cat is actually The most powerful super-powered human man in the country who was injured, accidentally turned himself into a tabby, and is now lying low. the guy starts mentoring the kid, who also has powers, while keeping his location a secret. the protag is a sweetheart, i love the cat mentor, and i love all the friends the protagonist makes and how their friendships are portrayed. second fave comic of all time. i love it
Seasons of Blossom - every season of this is a different story following different sections of the main cast. first season is a fake dating plotline, the second season is a boy and his older brother's best friend finding closure over the brother's suicide from a few years before. s1 is a lot of fun and s2 is devastating and really good. it's currently on the third season which is really good. the art's really pretty and i thiink it's getting made into a kdrama?
City of Blank - the world is populated by creatues called "blanks," which will steal any face they see, slowly becoming that person by generating their bodies and gaining their memories. humans have to wear masks to keep their faces from being stolen. the main character, rex, is a half-blank. when his brother, mikah, was stabbed, he allowed rex to steal his face, and now with mikah's memories coming slowly in rex is trying to solve mikah's murder. the worldbuilding is Really fun, i like the art a lot, i think the characters are super fun, the humor is charming. i really like this comic!!
Gourmet Hound - this is a complete series! follows the main character as she tries to find the chef who made her favorite dish at her late grandmother's closed restaurant. it's a really gorgeously drawn and written comic about loss and processing grief. it's been finished for a while and is an old favorite of mine
Surviving Romance - i have no idea how to explain this comic. it's insane. i have fun reading it. do you like insane timeloop stories? try this one. this author also has a fun complete comic called The Makeup Remover i quite like
Heir's Game - i didnt know how to explain this one so here's the series description: "When a new heir to the duchy of Belluna comes of age, there is held the Heir's Game: a brutal series of duels to determine the heir's bodyguard. When Theuden, the new heir, meets Isran, a quiet duelist with a mysterious past, their love will threaten to change everything." very fun and dramatic historical romance comic w very nice art. author also has a completely zombie apocalypse comic, shootaround, which i liked
Swimming Lessons for a Mermaid - this comic is complete (and might be behind a paywall / daily pass) and so cheesy but i love it. a mermaid who can barely swim is given legs, but starts taking lessons with a competitive swimmer to try to improve her swimming ability. i really like the way interactions between friends in this comic are written, it's just really fun to read
Infinity - this is almost unbearably corny but also its a comic about fencing epee which. i love webomics and i love fencing epee i cant not be in love with it
webtoon canvas:
Dark Zone - teenagers have been going missing for years when, for the first time, one reappears. however, he doesn't come back quite right. really interesting worldbuilding and mystery, i also love the romance between the leading lads and the way friend interactions are written. very cool scifi comic
The Beast of Hadingley Hill - supernatural romance comic. leading lady goes to work for a princess who is cursed to look like a monster and is trying to find a suitor who can stand to be around her. it's pretty new and shaping up to be reallt interesting. this author has another completely webcomic, lorenna immaculate, which i also really liked. i also rlly like the art style!!
EQUALIZE - i. also dont know how to explain this one. crime/mystery comic. some of them have superpowers but its sort of an aside. i think this comic is so fun, really balances serious and silly w great chemistry between the leading lads. i cannot tell if its meant to be romance or platonic but i love them so much. the art is really neat and i especially love the bright coloring style and sense of humor
Photoaxis - a really compassionate comic about an enthusiastic spider photographer's encounters with ghosts. i like the leading characters a lot and the comic is like... it all feels like being awake and at peace at 4am. the art's also really nice, feels very much like a scrapbook
Broccoli Soup - i also dont know how to explain this comic. very interesting and surreal comic about hopping worlds and being polite. the art changes with every new world, which makes it a neat read
Nobody's Library - updates daily, follows a librarian hopping from world to world trying to find books that have gotten lost from his magic library. he's very tired and just wants to get his books and go home but keeps getting involved in criminal shenanigans. its just fun. i own a volume of this one!
Raining Knives - completed comic i think about all the time. main character, dylan, is haunted by the ghost of his murdered twin, jerry, who insists dylan solve his murder. dylan doesn't need to solve it, though--dylan did it. this is is a dramatic mystery comic and a super good read
tapas:
Lucid Memories - this comic is ongoing and behind a paywall / wait-until-free. mason loses his memories in a car wreck and has to play a gameshow in his dreams to get them back. the art is really pretty, it's also a very neat mystery of both who mason used to be and the purpose/identity/motives of the seemingly harmless/charming game show host. i really like this
hosted on their own sites:
Castoff - this is also like. my all time favorite comic. fantasy comic about vector, a boy cursed so that anyone who meets his eyes instantly becomes afraid of him. he's mistakenly arrested by a bounty hunter for treason, but when she tries to turn him in, his powers act up and the two of them are rocketed across the country. now they have to get along while she tries to bring him home (and make some friends along the way). i've been reading this comic for years and am so charmed by all the cast and the art
Sleepless Domain - very dramatic magical girl mystery/romance comic. i dont read a lot of magical girl stuff but i really love the worldbuilding in this one, plus the main characters are a lot of fun, and i love the romance between the leading ladies. really cute but also terrifying
Widdershins - i own two volumes of this one! the magic system and worldbuilding are really interesting, all of the characters are super charming. wizards in the fictional city of widdershins, one of the four magical "anchors." i LOVE the chapter hangman's knot so much, but i also love all the rest of the comic. its a really fun
#i dunno if you found me from my sideblog or by chance BUT#if at random hi! i am also liloinkoink#feel free to send another ask or shoot me a message if you have specific genres or anything youd liek more recs from#thayamuffin#ask lew#i love talking about webcomics so much i am always hoping someone will ask me about webcomics#i had more i wanted to add but i cut them so this wouldnt be too long
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rant post about freddy vs jason under the cut so if you like hearing a gay person talk about their gay little interests then read on
ok idc what anyone says jason CLAPPED. freddy in freddy vs jason. jason ROCKED FREDDYS SHIT. freddy really resurrected jason and then was like “ohhhhh fuck. why cant this guy die. he cant die??? guys i fucked up” LIKE?? yeah jason takes. a LOT. of hits. but he ALWAYS gets back up AND DONT THINK IM BIASED ON THIS JUST BECAUSE JASON IS MY FAVORITE OK. I CAN ACKNOWLEDGE WHEN A FAVE OF MINE LOSES. but jason is a literal zombie, he can be hit over and over again and maybe he can be incapacitated for awhile but this dude literally cannot fucking die. meanwhile freddy is over here looking like a fucked up block of swiss cheese mf with knives on only ONE HAND. AT LEAST COMMIT AND DO BOTH HANDS.
ok lets get into these fucking logistics and by that i mean the hits. jason first okay?? so...jason takes a lot. hes a big boy, big strong boy, he takes so many fucking hits in this movie......... this man is set on fire, he is obliterated by dozens of iron poles through his body, is beat up by a massive swinging..... contraption... has his ONE GOOD EYE STABBED OUT. AND HE JUST KEEPS FUCKING GOING. HES SO STRONG. anyone who says that jason isnt the strongest slasher can fight me this dude is fucking insane and i love him. they literally had to try and make jason WEAKER by saying that hes afraid of water even tho jason is a beast of a swimmer as we can see in Multiple previous movies, especially jason takes manhattan. the only thing that giving him this fear of water does is make me SAD! WHY DID WE HAVE TO WATCH HIM GET BULLIED HE DESERVES THE WORLD YOU BASTARDS
okay now freddy takes WAYYYY less hits than jason does but thats a given considering jason is a tank and freddy is... freddy. hes there. but its especially during the end that he gets his shit absolutely atomized. he gets some good hits on jason but at the end of the day, this man has his arm CUT OFF. then hes STABBED WITH HIS OWN ARM!!!!!! AND THEN HES DECAPITATED. HOLYY FUCK MAN. and yes i know he lives at the end blah blah blah but hes literally being dragged out of the lake as just a head by jason who looks like this is an average tuesday for him. freddy lost this shit 100%
also side note, the fucking fire stunt that jason did???? holy shit. the stunt actor that did this literally walked i think its like 70 feet, just. on fire. completely on fire for this scene. oh my god. so fucking cool, so absolutely amazingly cool. AND the electricity kill WAS SO FUCKING GOOD!!! JASON IS SMART AND NO ONE CAN CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE THIS GUY IS SO SLICK WITH HIS KILLS AND THE ELECTRICITY KILL IS SO FUN AND THIS MOVIE IS UNDERRATED. IDC IF THE CHARACTERS SUCKED. JASON COOL. END OF STORY
#sorry for such a long post about it but i feel very strongly about this movie#and i also feel very strongly about jason'#also no one ever talks to me about horror so i need to put my mental illness somewhere
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You & Me : chapter 21
A Niall Horan fanfiction ; rated MA
Sequel to AM CONVERSATIONS
CHAPTER 1 || CHAPTER 2 || CHAPTER 3 || CHAPTER 4 || CHAPTER 5 || CHAPTER 6 || CHAPTER 7 || CHAPTER 8 || CHAPTER 9 || CHAPTER 10 || CHAPTER 11 || CHAPTER 12 || CHAPTER 13 || CHAPTER 14 || CHAPTER 15 || CHAPTER 16 || CHAPTER 17 || CHAPTER 18 || CHAPTER 19 || CHAPTER 20
NOTES:
-one chapter is her pov, the next is his. -4k -im sorry, i never proofread, i hate it. -there WILL be smut. but not only smut. -this is a romance, comedy, smut story. -for the summary, check my MASTERLIST.
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Chapter 21 : His chapter
NIALL
The way we had made love kept playing over and over in my head but what I was really obsessed with was how she looked, wearing only my shirt (not even panties), sitting in the couch as she ate the meal I had prepared. She had almost choked on the rice when something funny happened in the movie we were watching and I never really noticed how endearing it was... how adorable she was. Now that we had had sex a few times, I could see a bit clearer. I was still horny for her and was ready to go whenever she wanted to, but I could also realize the little things I had missed. The way her nose raised up when I teased her about her clumsiness, the way her face lighted up when she was excited (she would even sometimes make a few small jumps), the way she bit her bottom lip when she was trying not to laugh, and even the messy state her hair was in when she'd wake up in the morning. I could make a list of all the things she did that I adored and sometimes, I spent half an hour actually listing her cute behaviors in my head.
I knew she was busy these days and I didn't want to bother her but I couldn't help but sent her a few text messages through the days. She didn't seem to bother, she even answered me quite quickly, but on friday, she replied with a message that sort of got to me.
'Did you ever have a talk with Louis about the argument you two had?'
In fact, we had not and I knew that since a few days had passed, we were both calm now and could have a discussion without risking to jump at each other's throat. It was not like me to be violent anyway but Louis knew me well and he knew exactly on which button to press to anger me. I sent him a quick text message, inviting him over and got up to check if I had enough beer left for the night. My phone beeped and I chuckled at his answer that consisted of a smiley emoji showing his teeth and the words 'On my way' written with a few exclamation points.
I quickly sent Olivia a message to tell her about it and then licked my lips before pressing them together and typing something else.
'I miss you, petal, send a selfie.'
I waited about a minute and smiled when I saw the picture of her doing a pouty face with El and Julie doing the same behind her and I realized that Louis was either stuck with the 3 girls and was glad to escape to come to my place, or he was alone by himself at his house and I was saving him from boredom. Either way, it made me laugh and I hesitated but decided to send her an other message.
'Love that selfie but when you have time, you should send me an other kind of selfie 😏'
'😂😂😂 Perv!'
I laughed and put my phone away before rummaging through my pantry to find chips and candies and brought everything to the living room along with beers before the doorbell rang. I breathed in and walked up to it, opening it slowly only to see one of my best friends waiting for me on the other side. He shook his eyebrows and the left corner of his lips curled into an amused smile.
"Hey Neil." he let out, making me smile too. "Thanks for inviting me. Livi said I should bring you this."
He moved his hand up and I noticed he was holding two bottles, one of vodka and one of jack daniels, in-between his fingers. I chuckled and moved away to let him in, following him to the living room. He put the bottles on the coffee table and turned to me before we hugged each other.
"I'm sorry Niall, I should have told you."
"I'm sorry too, I shouldn't have been so pissed about it."
We pulled away and Louis raised his eyebrows before rushing to the kitchen and coming back with two glasses. He poured vodka in both and handed me one before clinking his against mine.
"To neverending friendship." he let out, making me smile. "Nothing can break this bond yea?"
I smiled and nodded, licking my lips. "Yea."
We sat together and he opened a beer. I stared at him as he dropped the cap on the coffee table and leaned against the couch before turning to look at me. I didn't know if he was waiting for me to say something but I just grabbed my beer too and took a sip.
"I know I shouldn't have had sex with your ex girlfriend, Niall. " he pointed out after a while. "I just... we became very close, and it's the only way we found not to throw ourselves at random people in bars and shit. I mean I love my son more than anything in the world, but that wasn't planned and I didn't want something like that to happen again. I mean it was a baby, and it was good news, but it could have been something bad, you know?"
It didn't make much sense to me but I kept quiet, curious to hear all he had to say about that.
"It really just happened. The first time we did it she was... so sad. I had just learned that I was going to be a dad, and we both didn't know how to cope with that."
"Who had the idea?" I asked, surprised that those words even came out of my mouth and regretting them right after. I wanted to know but at the same time, i didn't.
Louis sighed but kept looking in my eyes. "Hers, I guess." he shrugged. "But also not really. It's complicated. She proposed it, changed her mind, and I insisted. She said It was the best way to stop hurting for a few hours and honestly Niall, she was right. Every time we needed to tone down the pain in the next few months, that's how we did it. It was a bad way to handle it I mean, we went to therapy later and the more we healed, the less we fucked."
Quickly, I swallowed my beer, emptying it and putting it a bit roughly on the coffee table before grabbing the glass and pouring myself more vodka. I could feel Louis' eyes on me as I took a long sip of it and he sighed.
"I'm sorry, Niall."
"I just can't believe you choked my ex girlfriend." I pointed out in a low tone. "You called her names. You made her moan and cum. But the worst of all, Louis, is that you became so close to her that you guys can just look at each other and know exactly what the other is thinking."
I didn't say more but I knew that it also meant that in bed, he knew exactly what she liked. He knew exactly how to turn her on, how to touch her to give her pleasure, how to make her shake beneath him. He had seen her in a vulnerable state that I wished I was the only one who saw. I wanted to be the only one to read her that way, whether it was sexually or romantically.
"You're her best friend now and I'm not." I mumbled. "I'm nothing."
I swallowed the rest of my glass, feeling suddenly my whole body on fire but I didn't know if it was because of anger or because of the alcohol. Perhaps, a bit of both.
"I won't lie to you, Niall. She's my best friend. She's my other half." he shook his head. "But it's just friendship. It means a lot, but we don't have romantic love for each other. The special connection we have is all about friendship. A deep one alright, but still."
"You don't get it." I scoffed, looking down at my glass as I felt myself get slightly dizzy. "She used to have that connection with me."
I felt Louis move on the couch and he got closer, still holding his glass but he waited until I looked up in his eyes to talk.
"No, what you had was stronger than that. The connection you two had, Niall, was stronger than what me and her have. And you're the one who broke it. It'll come back, I can feel it. But you're gonna have to work for it. She was hurt, and even if I know she loves you, she's so scared."
He took a pause as I let the words he spoke sink in.
"I don't think you realize what happened after you broke up with her, Niall. She was broken. She was like a zombie, numb and lost. She lost her boyfriend and her best friend at the same time. The person she loves the most in the world. You're still that person so... fight. And don't hurt her again because I swear I'm going to kill you."
"Did she date anyone else?"
Louis sighed and finished his beer before filling our glasses again. Waiting for his answers every single time I asked a question was driving me crazy.
"Yea, some girl she met I can't remember where." he shrugged. "It was not serious because we didn't..." he stopped himself and looked up in my eyes. "We didn't stop having sex while she was with her. I mean I'm not even sure they were official, I never asked and she didn't want to talk about it."
"So she never cheated on Dylan with you." I pointed out, suddenly a bit stressed.
"No. And I never cheated on El. With anyone. You know me." he let out firmly. "She cheated on him with you though, didn't she."
"I guess. From what I understand, he knows or something. I just don't know what to do to make her choose me. I've tried telling her how I felt and I made her many promises, but she doesn't trust me, so I'm getting drunk tonight trying not to think too much of my ex girlfriend riding you and moaning your name, or about her getting married to an other famous prick."
"Who's the prick? You or me?"
I smiled and chuckled low. "Both."
I thought he'd throw something at me but he just laughed and shook his head.
"Liv has her secrets but I feel like you have yours, too." Louis let out as we drank our third glass. "You two are gonna have to talk to each other before anything can be official between you."
I groaned. "Talking is all we do. I told her so many things I thought I'd never have the guts, or the chance to tell her. I don't know if she can handle finding out about who I was when she was not around."
"She can." he argued. "Besides, it must not have been that bad since nothing appeared online."
I chuckled. "I'm normally quite good at being private, so don't be so sure."
"I'm sure it's nothing that can't be forgiven. I mean she slept with your best mate and you forgave her, so." he laughed, making me groan again and grimace.
I heard my phone beep again and grabbed it only to smile when I saw her name on the screen. I didn't know why everything that was linked to her made me happy but I knew I was a bit tipsy anyway. I quickly lost my smile when I saw the picture she sent me and my jaw dropped.
'For your eyes only 😉' was written right under a picture of her.
"Jesus Christ."
My eyes roamed on her body and I felt my heartbeats accelerate. She was naked in front of the mirror and her free hand was hiding her pussy. I wanted her so bad that I had to reach for my cock to adjust myself, almost forgetting that Louis was there with me. I thought about touching her and groaned low until Louis hit my knee with his.
"You're fucking drooling, what is it?"
With difficulty, I took my eyes off of my phone and looked up at my friend who had an amused smile on the lips. I turned the screen off and cleared my throat, grabbing my glass and swallowing what was left in it as Louis started laughing.
"It's Olivia isn't it?" he asked, his smile growing. "What did she say? No wait, did she send you a picture? She's supposed to be with my girlfriend right now!"
"Well trust me, your girlfriend is not on the picture. She was not even in the same room."
"No fucking way, she sent you a nude!"
I opened my lips to answer something cheeky but was cut by the sound of my phone again, feeling my heart jump in my chest at the thought of her messaging me but I frowned when I saw who it was coming from and made a small grimace. I should have blocked Heidi's number but I normally don't do that because I'm not a bitter person. Still, if she was to message me too much, I'd definitely have to do something. I clicked on it and it's the message I saw first.
'Told you. Call me.'
I frowned more and scrolled down to see the picture. It was Olivia wearing a wedding dress. I had no idea where the picture came from and I knew that I should try to find details on the picture that would give me clues but all I could focus on was her. Something jumped in my chest but unlike what Heidi probably thought, it was not sadness that I felt when I looked at that picture. I was pretty sure Heidi had sent that to me just to hurt me or start something between Olivia and I but I didn't care. All I cared about was all the thoughts running through in my mind. She looked incredible. She looked so beautiful I felt like I was witnessing something I was not supposed to, as if I was the future husband and that I was not allowed to see her in her wedding dress before she walked down the altar. I felt myself tear up and brought my hand to cover my mouth, swallowing hard and blinking a few times.
I knew Olivia was not sure she was going to get married to Dylan yet and for now, it was enough for me. I also knew she had to go through with the wedding plan and even if it hurt, it was still legit. I could wait a few weeks, right? After all, she waited years for me and never gave up.
"Olivia was shopping for her wedding dress today?" I just asked, my eyes glued to the picture.
"Yea, she was going with Julie and El." Louis confirmed as I shook my head. "Are you mad?"
"Mad?" I asked, raising my eyebrows and looking up at him. "No, I'm just.. she looks amazing."
I turned my phone and Louis moved closer to check the picture before moving back and leaning against the couch again. I turned the screen to me again and sighed, closing my eyes and rubbing them roughly.
"So which picture do you prefer?" Louis asked with a smirk, making me roll my eyes.
"You want to know if my lust for her is stronger than my love for her?" I just asked. "The answer is no. I just feel a bit guilty for even seeing the one with the wedding dress."
"Who sent it to you?"
"Heidi." I replied with a grimace, making Louis roll his eyes.
"Never liked this girl. No idea what you saw in her. But she did that to hurt you, clearly."
"Well it doesn't, it just makes me want to..." I shook my head, searching for my words. "It makes me want to marry her."
With a chuckle, Louis moved closer to me again, his eyebrows raised in surprise and a small smile playing across his lips.
"Excuse me you said what?"
"I want to marry her. You know, have kids, live together, plan an actual future..."
"Who are you and what did you do with me mate?"
"Shut up!" I groaned before chuckling, throwing the untouched bag of chips at him.
He just caught it, opened it and took a handful of chips that he brought to his mouth.
"Yuh shoo tah uh." he muttered as I rolled my eyes, waiting for him to swallow. "You really should tell her." he repeated.
"I don't know how to tell her I love her anymore. I don't know how to prove to her that she's the only one I need and that I'll never break her heart again. That I will never leave, no matter what happens."
I knew I was getting drunk by the minute but I still grabbed my glass and poured more alcohol in it without checking from which bottle it was from. I drank it as I shook my leg, racking my brain to find a way to show her that I meant it. I jumped off the couch and felt suddenly dizzy and held myself on the couch, making Louis laugh.
"Mate, sit back down, you're drunk."
"Nooo no, I know how to make her realize how much she means to me!"
Louis frowned but I ignored him, rushing to my room and searching through a box of my old stuff. It took me about ten minutes but I finally found an old letter Olivia had written me when we were teens and brought it back, giving it to Louis with a big smile. I stood next to him with a large smile as he read it and finally, he looked up at me and chuckled.
"Okay she wrote you letters like that and you didn't know she was in love with you?" he just said with an other chuckle. "Mate, you need someone to hit you behind the head. I can do it if you want me to."
"No, Tommo. You don't get it." I grabbed the paper from his hands and turned it around, pointing at the bottom. "There's her name. In her own handwriting."
Louis frowned, then realized and finally, his eyes got bigger and he got up, grabbing both my shoulders and raising his eyebrows before shaking me slightly.
"Niall, you never ever wanted a tattoo in your life!" he pointed out. "Besides, you're drunk, no one will agree to tattoo you!"
"Oh but you know tattoo artists that will anyway yea? I'm counting on you!"
He stared at me for a few minutes and I brought my hands together in a way to beg him. He ended up rolling his eyes with a smile, making mine grow even more.
"Fine! But if you regret it tomorrow, don't you fucking blame me!"
I barely remembered anything, from the way the needles felt to the final result but when Louis drove us back home, he kept glancing at me. The window was down and the cool wind of the night helped me sober up. I still didn't regret it but I knew it was a possibility when I'd wake up. I'd deal with it in the morning though, I was getting a bit too tired to think about it.
"Did it hurt?"
"Not really. Perhaps I was too drunk to feel it." I replied with a shrug, leaning my head on the seat. "You think she'll realize how much I love her with that tattoo?"
"First off, you're gonna have to show her. It's super small, and it's in a spot no one can see unless you're naked I mean, why did you want it there?" Louis frowned before shaking his head. "Anyway, not the point. She already knows you love her. So do I think this tattoo will suddenly bring her trust in you back? No. But it'll definitely entertain her."
I groaned again. "Shut up."
"Hey, I'm just so happy I got to witness that once in my life. Pretty sure it's the only tattoo you'll ever get. It's an honor for me, thank you, Neil."
"I hate you."
He was right, I had chosen a spot no one could see, at the top of my thigh, near my stomach. I've never been a fan of tattoos and I couldn't find a place to put it that wouldn't be obvious and the only other places that people never see would have given her a very wrong impression of my intentions. I could feel it burn on my skin and unlike what I thought, It didn't make me feel weird. Louis was right, it was a very small tattoo, not worth writing home about, but everyone who knew me was aware that it did mean something.
Louis parked and we walked inside in silence but he stopped near the door and patted my shoulder gently.
"I think I'm gonna leave." he just said in a low tone. "Do you need help to clean or anything?"
I shook my head and grabbed my phone, checking her picture again and surprisingly, it was the wedding dress one. I pressed my lips together and Louis moved closer, his hand squeezing my shoulder this time.
"Do you want me to call her for you?" he asked in a gentle tone. "Maybe she'd want to spend the night here? I'll even give her a ride if she wants."
I looked at my friend and felt a wave of affection for him. Knowing he was there for me and that he cared made me feel better. When I broke up with Olivia, Louis had disappeared and he hadn't been much present until I ran into her again. Now, it felt like he was back in my life for real and I liked it.
"I don't know..."
I was not sure. I wanted her with me, and the craving was intense, but I didn't want her to feel like she had to take care of me again. Still, the thought of holding her in my arms was so hard it made a shiver cross my back.
"I started writing songs for a new album." I let out randomly. "All the fucking songs are about her."
Louis looked at me for a few seconds and sighed. "Tell her, Niall. Do it." He grabbed his phone and clicked on something before bringing the phone to his ear.
"Hey love, I'm with Niall right now and he really wants to see you." Louis looked up at me as I rolled my eyes and he smirked. "Why didn't he call you himself?" He took the phone away from his mouth and whispered to me. "She says you never replied to her last text message."
I closed my eyes, remembering the nude she sent me and let out a low curse word, feeling suddenly like an ass and hoping she didn't think I didn't enjoy looking at her naked.
"No darling," Louis continued. "He was too shy to call you. And he didn't answer your text because he was too busy jerking off to it."
I felt my heart jump in my chest and hit his arm a bit roughly but it only made him smile more. I closed my eyes and grunted low, hearing Louis say a bunch of 'Mmhm''s before saying goodbye and hanging up.
"She'll be there in half an hour." he sent me a satisfied smile. "I mean she said 15 minutes but, you know her."
I remained motionless for a few seconds, just looking at my friend, and finally, I brought him into a hug that he quickly answered. I moved my chin down, trying not to cry, and just closed my eyes.
"I know you love her, mate. And I think you two are soulmates." he admitted in a low tone. "Fight for it. Get her back. And then, never let her go."
#niall horan#niall horan smut#niall horan fluff#niall horan writing#niall horan story#niall horan fanfic#niall horan fan fic#niall horan fanfiction#niall horan fan fiction#my fanfics#yam#here is to louis being an amazing friend as usual :)
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The only thing that a lot of fans need to remember is that it was the 90s of "Sequels sell" I'm pretty sure Tim was aiming for a instant green light for a sequel and, unfortunately, didnt pan out. That's when he went to cartoons instead to get the beetlejuice story out. P much even if you dont like the movie, ya gotta at least respect it as the beginning. I appreciate the anti-gatekeeping, btw. The movie was a product of it's time and had Tim's darker sense of humor, which isnt for everyone. 💦
Ohh Anon, I’m going to use your post to go into some more word-vomiting about the sequels (under a cut, for everyone’s well being). First though, I think it would be great for people to respect that the musical and cartoon were born from the original film - but honestly, as long as everyone respects each other and their individual preferences, that’s what I think is important. The movie is NOT for everyone and if someone doesn’t like it, that’s totally fine. But oh man the sequels. Anyone who has spoken to me 1x1 knows that I am VERY passionate about this subject lmao. I’m going to start this off by saying I was NOT a fan of Beetlejuice Goes Hawaiian (for a number of reasons I will expand on) and I was surprisingly smitten with Beetlejuice In Love. There have been a TON of other script writers throughout the years - I just don’t think Tim Burton can nail one down. More under cut! (RIP long post and sequel script spoilers ahead).
I’m going to start with Beetlejuice Goes Hawaiian. This is arguably the most well known sequel script, and I think it’s because of how absolutely bonkers it is. The plot starts off fine (I guess) with Charles Deetz building a resort in Hawaii. It really just goes down hill from there. Everyone seemed out of character, the plot didn’t make a whole lot of sense, and I thought the writing was mediocre at best (It was written by Jonathan Gems, same guy who wrote Mars Attacks, not a favorite of mine). There were a couple of amusing scenarios, but BJ and Lydia turning into mermaids did it in for me. Gems’ really just didn’t seem to have a grasp on the characters, and so when I’m coming up with head canons or trying to get more insight into the characters and netherworld, I DON’T reference this script. Honestly? I don’t even think Tim Burton liked this version of the script. It was written based off his idea of Beetlejuice being in Hawaii, but based on how quickly he turned to another writer, I don’t think it hit the mark for him. (BJ in Love was written by Skaaren on 7/10/90, and Jonathan Gems was asked to write BJ Goes Hawaiian later that same year. Then, Burton asked Daniel Waters to write a script in early 1991. Gems’ script was only around for a few months before Burton moved on to something else.) Happy to send this one along to anyone who wants to read it. Moving on to Beetlejuice in Love, which was created before Beetlejuice Goes Hawaiian. This script was written by Warren Skaaren, who played a HUGE role in re-writing the script for the first film. Skaaren, Burton, and Keaton are really the people responsible for the version of Beetlejuice we got in the movie. Skaaren was very passionate about the characters and story and started on a sequel script shortly after the success of the first one. Based on the title I thought I was going to hate this script, but I actually enjoyed it (my bar was set pretty low, to be fair). Skaaren had worked so closely with everyone on the first movie that his characterization of Beetlejuice is ON POINT. I could practically hear Micheal Keaton rattle off the lines when reading it. In this story, the only character’s we’re familiar with are Beetlejuice and Juno, everyone else is brand new. The majority of the script takes place in the netherworld and I appreciate the deeper look we’re given - I would have loved to see how they’d pull off that set in the 90′s. I was really into the first half of the script, but it does start to lose it’s footing near the end. It’s just way too similar to how they ended the first movie. Unfortunately, Skaaren wasn’t able to take this script further than the first draft, as he passed away from cancer 5 months after writing it. I firmly think we would have gotten a second Beetlejuice movie if Skaaren hadn’t passed away. There was a lot of potential in this script. Since Skaaren’s first script in 1990, Burton/WB have approached 6 writers. Seth Grahame-Smith, writer of Pride and Prejudie and Zombies, seemed to make the most progress. In 2015 he said that everyone (Burton, Keaton, and Ryder) were on board and that they’d be shooting the Beetlejuice 2 movie at the end of 2015. For whatever reason, Burton didn’t move forward with it, and I haven’t been able to find a copy of that script (It’s killing me). The most recent writer hired was Mike Vukadinovich in 2017, but, as of 2019, WB said they had shelved the sequel. I don’t know if we’ll ever get a second movie, and I honestly can’t picture anyone but Keaton playing the character (though I have been presented with some compelling actor suggestions). I hope my obvious obsession well researched history was interesting - always happy to discuss/debate this topic! If I wrote something that’s not accurate, please let me know.
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Fractured (part one)
So I have fallen into another fandom! @mine-sara-sp‘s shadow people au is just so good though!
A while ago she posted a fic of a vexed Paladin and it got me thinking. This is where that thinking went.
TW: Blood, fighting, panic attacks (somewhat), manipulation
Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Epilogue
The morning sun had just risen over the horizon and everything was quiet for once on Hermitcraft. With the recent glow ups in New Hermitville – literally, there was glowstone everywhere now – not even the sound of zombies could be heard, allowing all hermits who thought to find the comfort of their beds to have a peaceful awakening.
At least, for most of the sleeping hermits on the server, this was the case. For Wels, not so much.
The buzzing of his communicator woke Wels from his peaceful sleep. Groaning, Wels rolled over in his bed and blearily groped for the infernal device. Rubbing his eyes, Wels’ eyes flicked over the main chat to the two personal message chats that were blowing up his communicator.
Personal message from GoodTimesWithScar
[Scar] Wels vex alert!
[Scar] bnghyt67sdzfgtyuopgtfjgkadsfxgchvjbknlm;,;lkjhaghjkl;’
[Scar] sorry Keloid licked my communicator
[Scar] where are you Keloid wants you
[Scar] I think Paladin died again
[Scar] youre sleeping arent you?
[Scar] please wake up
[Scar]Keloid is gonna melt me in lava please wake up
[Scar] wake up
[Scar] wake up
[Scar] wake up
[Scar] wake up
[Scar] wake up
[Scar] wake up
[Scar] pls this jrt is hgh they took my elytea
[Scar] wake up
Personal message from Cubfan135
[Cub] Wels vex alert!
[Cub] Avarice is looking for you
[Cub] ohno your asleep arent you
[Cub] Wels wake up
[Cub] Avarice is destroying my villager center
[Cub] Wels
[Cub] Wels my poor villagers
[Cub] How are you still asleep?
[Cub] If I know Scar, and I know Scar, he is spamming you right now
[Cub] Wels please if not for me then do it for the villagers
[Cub] … Wels I know youre awake answer me where are you
There goes his opportunity to pretend to be asleep. Grumbling, Wels rolled out of bed and began preparing for his day. He wasn't in the mood for anything in particular at the moment. If anything, he wanted to go back to sleep. Grabbing his tool set and weapons, Wels headed for the door. Yawning, he almost forgot to put on his armour before he left his mansion.
Shuddering at the memory of his last round trip flight, he quickly doubled back to grab the most important piece; the helmet. Looking at the rest of his armour set, he shrugged. Where he was going, and especially who he was going to meet, he wouldn't need any armour. Shrugging on his elytra, Wels jumped from the highest window in his mansion, gliding lazily towards the portal tower.
As he flew, Wels opened his communicator and idly flipped through the general chat, trying to pinpoint what needed to face his wrath for waking him up so early (the zombies weren't even burning yet!)
Hermitgang
*Welsknight's shadow fell from a high place
[Zedaph] its vex time boys
[BDubs] CUB SCAR YOU GOT INCOMING
[BDubs] AND TELL THEM TO STOP FLYING OVER NEW NEW HERMITVILLE
[Iskall] I dont think they heard you
[Impulse] I think their working on Concorp things right now
[Grian] Keloid and Avarice just flew past at mach speed and knocked me out of the sky like some kinda vex aeroplane what did I miss
[Iskall] read up
[Grian] oh
[Grian] well their heading the wrong direction we can still warn them
[Impulse] there is no way this chat hasnt warned them yet
[Zedaph] is that Keloid holding Scar up there on the jet?
[Impulse] ...I stand corrected
[BDubs] GET WELS
[Grian] isnt today his sleep day
[Impulse] what
[Impulse ] aw man he sleeps like a rock!
[Tango] you know what this means?
[BDubs] NO TIME FOR THAT INITIATE OPERATION WAKE WELS
[BDubs] WAKE UP WELS
[Iskall] how do you want to do that man hes unshakable
[Zedaph] ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
[Zedaph] WAKE UP WELS
[Tango] ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ WAKE UP WELS
[Impulse] ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ WAKE UP WELS
[Mumbo] Guys stop I cant afk in peace like this
[Tango] WAKE UP WELS
[Grian] Mumbo? Woken from afk? Impossible
[Zedaph] WAKE UP WELS
[Iskall] and here is proof that Wels cannot be woken
[BDubs] DOESNT MEAN WE CANT TRY
[BDubs] WAKE UP WELS
[Iskall] yo bdubs you alright? been using a lot of caps there
[Tango] WAKE UP WELS
[BDubs] I DRANK 5 MONSTER ENERGY AND 7 COFFEE IM GREAT
[Keralis] hes not alright
[Keralis] send help
[Impulse] WAKE UP WELS
[Doc] Alright Im headed over right now dont you run from me
[Zedaph] WAKE UP WELS
[BDubs] NO IM FINE YOU WONT FIND ME ANYWAY
[Keralis] hurry I cant hold him forever
[Tango] WAKE UP WELS
[Doc] I know where everyone is on this server
[Bdubs] CRAP HOW IS HE ALREADY HERE
[Keralis] WE HAVE A RUNNER FOLKS
[Zedaph] WAKE UP WELS
[Mumbo] How did you find my witch farm?
[Mumbo] How did you even get here???
[Cub] Wels I swear I know you're awake answer me where are you
[Impulse] WAKE UP oh
[Grian] ooo busted
[Impulse] I cant believe that did it
[Grian] my work here is done
[BDubs] YOULL NEVER CATCH ME ALIVE HAHAHAHA
[Tango] but you didnt do anything?
[Grian] exactly
[Cub] Wels hurry up Avarice saw the chat it is this close to smashing me
[Zedaph] did I just see grian flip his elytra like a cape while flying and not die
[Doc] GOT HIM
[Mumbo] Please get out of here
[Scar] please
Any other day he would feel guilty for leaving the Concorp with their shadows. But today he was tired and feeling a tad bit petty. Landing before the portal, he shot a quick message into the chat.
[Wels] Tell them to meet me in the sand mesa temple. They know which
Not bothering to wait for a reply, Wels set his communicator on silent and strode into the portal, heading towards the 'meeting place'. Preoccupied as he was, Wels never saw the stray shadow on the floor that detached itself to follow after him.
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Closing the door of the shadow temple, Wels began preparations to resummon Paladin. Reaching into the chest he had left, he pulled out an armour stand and climbed the podium, humming a sea shanty as he went. Placing the armour stand on the podium, he stepped back to make sure Paladin wasn't summoned quite that fast. He was not in the mood to deal with his ego today. Suddenly, he heard the door open and close behind him. That was fast. “Wait just a bit I’ll have your Shiny for you,” he yelled over his shoulder. Stepping forward, he prepared to summon Paladin and-
Wait. Keloid and Avarice don’t just, open and close doors. They smash them. The person behind him was not Keloid or Avarice. He turned-
and something slid across his throat, cutting off his breath.
Choking, Wels stumbled back, falling onto the stairs. Hands scrabbling at his throat, trying to close the wound, to breathe. Tilting his head to the side, he found an angle that let him breathe shallowly.
“Well, that wasn't what I intended, but it works great for my frustrations.”
Gasping, he looked up and met his bright blue eyed ambusher, idly tracing shapes in the air with its sword. Wels knew this shadow. He was so dead. Shakily, he drew his sword from his tool belt. His ambusher looked down at him through his visor and grinned, stalking forward.
“You think you can fight me as you are now? You make me laugh.” A snarl, and Apex was upon him, sword screeching against his own. Wels found himself struggling to push Apex away, to breathe, breath stolen in the face of a predator. “Good thing I need a laugh right now.”
Apex made a quick movement with its hand, sending Wels’ sword skittering up the stairs onto the podium. Wels barely managed to bring his arms up to block the next sword strike, wheezing in pain as it skittered off something hard. Pain ignored in the adrenaline, in the need to stay alive, Wels scrabbled backwards up the steps, forgetting his injuries, forgetting to breathe, anything to grab the precious sword that would give him a chance. Apex was advancing on him, he can't breathe, where is his sword?
His hand reached back, and he grabbed hold of something made of sticks.
His shadow bubbled, rising out of the floor to become 3D. Yellow eyes flickered open.
*Welsknight’s shadow has been summoned
Paladin stretched lazily, unaware of their surroundings. “Wels hey so about that death I...”
Apex stood before them, Wels on the floor at their feet. This was not normal. “What are you doing Apex?”
The shadow grinned at them lazily, sword in a resting position at their hip. “Why, just releasing some pent up frustrations on unsuspecting players. This doesn't concern you at all. Go back to those creatures you call shadows.”
They almost did. They didn't want to keep Keloid and Avarice waiting too long. But then they made the mistake of looking down.
Wels looked horrible. Paladin could see open wounds on his neck and arms, fresh from the fight. Wels’ breathing was shallow, but his eyes were hyper aware, shuddering between Apex and Paladin.
He looked cornered. Paladin took a step towards him, something tugging at the back of their mind. What was this emotion?
Apex snarled at them threateningly. “Are you challenging me little blacksmith? You’re nothing without your guard dogs following you.” Paladin’s shoulders hiked upwards at the nickname and they hissed in the way that Keloid and Avarice would when angry. Apex flinched at the noise, stabbing their sword downwards towards the floor to mask it, Wels’ whimper of pain going unnoticed in the tension. “You can fight me if you want blacksmith. But I’m not afraid of you.” The sword came back up to point at Paladin’s exposed chest. “You are nothing without those vex, and I will end you.”
They couldn't take those insults to his ability. Their ego did not want to allow it. But Paladin had survived this long with fewer deaths than expected because they knew when to quit. This was not a fight they could win, even if the pulsing knot in their chest rebelled. They stepped away from Wels.
Apex grinned, yellow smile flashing through the impossible corners of the temple. “Smart choice.” They moved, and Paladin’s eyes trailed downwards, locking onto Wels’ panicked ones. The knot in their chest grew tighter-
And in one stroke, they had grabbed a sword from the floor and stabbed Apex through the back with it.
Apex snarled in surprise, whirling around to face them. A clashing screech, and they were locked in combat. Paladin could see Wels dragging himself away from the corner of their eye and a strange relief filled them. Giving a threatening hiss-chirp back, blocked Apex’s blows, looking for an opening to exploit as their training with Wels kicked in.
Parry, parry, thrust, parry, parry, thrust
The rhythm kept them in the fight, preventing Apex from advancing while also retaliating. So it came as a surprise when Apex suddenly twisted its wrist and sent their sword flying to the opposite side of the room. Not wasting a beat, Apex leapt at them, sword swinging in a large arc that sliced across their neck. Paladin staggered backwards at the pain, only barely moving their head to the side to avoid a sword in their skull, sending a straight gash of light across their face. They click-snarled at Apex, whose grin only turned more predatory.
The next swing was intercepted by an axe, followed by a pickaxe which sliced across their chest. Apex barely stumbled as they charged forward yet again, pinning Paladin’s off-handed axe to the floor with one hand. Raising a foot, it was brought down with a snap!, breaking the weapon. A pickaxe at its shoulder brought their attention back to Paladin, and the cycle began anew.
Parry, parry, parRY, PARRY, PARRY
Slices on their arms, light and triangular particles spinning away. Paladin could feel panic start to settle deep in their bones as they fought. They had barely managed to keep themselves between Wels and Apex, but they knew this was a losing fight. A pickaxe was never meant to be a strong weapon against a sword, but they were determined. The knot in their chest would be too painful to bear otherwise they knew. They kept swinging and parrying, what choice did they have?
There is one choice for you dark one.
Bells and tinkling laughter. They knew who this was. The world around them paused, glowing a light blue like a badly rendered photo. They closed their eyes.
The sound of wings, of bells and tinkling laughter grew nearer. The intense sensation of being watched crawled beneath their skin, but they stood firm. They were made for the spotlight, it did not scare them one bit. Not even as the Vex arrived to speak to them again.
We can help you dark one. All you need to do is make a deal.
Keloid and Avarice had warned them more than enough for them to know that this was a bad idea. They snarl-growled at the unseeable entity before them. “No. Haven't I said this enough times? Go away.”
Ah, but you need help don’t you? Look at your summoner, so weak and fragile. We know that he won’t last once you go down.
That made Paladin falter slightly. “But he’ll respawn!”
Humming. But what if this time he doesn't? What then dark one, what then?
They were not thinking straight, they knew that, knew it in the shaking of their hands and the rush of adrenaline, the cold in their bones and the knot in their chest- no, the emotions in their chest that they didn't understand, emotions for their summoner; care? worry? They didn't know, everything was going so wrong-
Calm dark one. We can help. All you need to do, is ASK.
Paladin considered, actually thought about what was being offered. They needed help, they knew. They also knew that the Vex were strong and ancient. But the warnings…
“If I ask for your help, I want to know what I’m getting into first. No sneaky dealings of any sort.”
Laughing bells. If you insist. All we want is a chance to make a deal with your summoner. You will be the conduit to bring him to us.
“And if I don’t?”
You both won’t have a choice. One way or another we will find you.
Paladin ducked their head, opening yellow eyes to glance sideways at Wels. The man had pulled himself to a column. His shirt was ripped, used as makeshift bandages. Red. So much red. They made their decision.
“Alright, I’ll take your deal. Help me.”
Shattering music notes. What do you want us to give you, dark one?
There was no hesitation, the words drawn upwards out from him. “Power. I’ve been the damsel for long enough. Give me the power to protect my family.” They would have hesitated more, but that glance at Wels earlier had solidified a fiery resolve. They wanted to protect their family, and that included Wels whether he liked it or not.
Tinkling glass shards mixed with laughter as power stabbed its way into Paladin. Of course. Now, wake and face your opponent dark one, and remember our deal.
The blue fog faded, the staring spotlights died, the glass was swept away. It was as if the Vex were never there. But Paladin could feel the power rising in their chest, competing with guilt and worry and panic. With a roar, they released it into the air.
Apex stumbled backwards, the roar resonating through memories of darkness, birds, blue. Its grin became more of a grimace as they launched itself at Paladin again, only to be stopped by a sword. Where had they-?
Looking around, Apex noticed the glowing blue gauntlets floating in the air around Paladin. The gauntlets moved quickly, each hand grabbing the closest weapon. A blue cloak of the same colour had spawned out of nowhere and draped upon Paladin’s shoulders. Apex’s grimace flipped back into a feral grin. This was what a real challenge looked like.
They sprung into action, hacking away at each weaponed hand. With every hand that fell, another took its place. Every hit that did land bounced off the hard plating of the seemingly cloth-made cloak. But it soon began to tire, invisible strings softening its blows. No one else on the server had kept up with it this long, not even Killjoy. But shadows didn't tire, someone must be helping Paladin. Looking up, Apex met Paladin’s angered glare. But that didn't faze them at all.
What did faze them was the softly glowing blue streaks where they had sliced Paladin earlier. Apex hissed. Vex. That's where the blacksmith’s help had come from. They shuddered as the invisible threads cut deeper. Now that it knew what to look for, they could feel the Vex on its shoulders, weighing it down. It was time to cut their losses.
Apex faked a lunge at Paladin, taking the split second of Paladin being off-balance to make a run for the door. Turning back inside the doorframe, Apex took in the scene they had left. Red on the floor, pillars sliced into, Paladin running towards them.
And Wels was finally open. Apex grinned. Mechanically, they raised their arm, bringing out Biffa’s spare iron sword and threw it, slamming the door behind them.
Paladin howled, jumping to grab the sword. They knew they were too far away, but something carried their momentum forward and they grabbed the sword out of the air, tumbling onto the steps of the podium. They could feel the cloak folding behind them as it smoothed back out from whatever form it took. In that moment, all Paladin could do was breathe.
“Pal-adi-n?” The halting gasp of their name brought them back to the source of their current problem. Prying themselves off the floor, they hurried to Wels’ side, checking on his wounds. Wels was more concerned about other things, physically recoiling at the sight of the blue scars.
“Wha- di-you do?” The question came out gurgled, but understandable. Paladin could only helplessly reach for their summoner, voice pleading for understanding.
“I made a mistake so I could save you.”
Wels seemed to understand, allowing Paladin close to check on him even as fear swam in his eyes. “Vex” he hissed, before coughing painfully into Paladin’s chest. Paladin chirped soothingly as Avarice always did for them, even as the now known panic rose up yet again. Wels was in no condition to move right now. They could look for help, but what if Apex came back? They could try Wels’ communicator, but they had no idea which temple this was. They could be anywhere! What to do what to do what to do
A pricking in their arm brought them back to reality, grounding them. They cooed at Wels in confusion; they could sense no danger here.
Until they saw the lone Vex mob, sitting on the centre podium where shadows were summoned. It cocked its head at the bloodied knights below them, grin permanently stretched wide.
We told you we would find you. Tinkling bells, shattering laughter, a hundred gazes combined as one.
It's time to fulfill your end of the deal.
Blue particles, broken bells, the room bathed in a blue-purple glow as the knights held tight to each other; one protectively and one in fear. The bell tolled.
Not minutes later, Keloid and Avarice burst down the door to find the temple empty, clean of all signs of struggle and missing two fractured knights.
#abandoned shadows au#paladin#wels#apex#keloid#avarice#vex#also WEREVEX#they are in for one hell of a ride#literally 3 pages in docs is dedicated to the hermit chat#alright trigger tags time#blood#panic attacks#fighting#manipulation#violence#MY WRITING TAG#DO I HAVE ONE#my writing
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*slam dunks* tell us about your OC Violet because he needs some love.
here’s some art of vi i did for when i was going to have a dbd ask blog for him. this isnt all the dbd violet art i have but. infact i don’t seem to have my favorite piece of art I did for DBD Violet
he started out as a self insert but I hate myself too much for that so he’s just a regular oc.
Definition of dummy.
There’s lots of different AU’s I have for him.
He loves horror movies. His favorite two are Black Christmas 1974, and the first Scream.
In his DBD au he comes with an abandoned amusement park as a map, based on one he found deep in the woods behind his home which was Violet’s kind of happy place.
No matter the AU Violet has a serious issue with blanking out and doing things (usually violent things) that he can’t remember
The first example of this was when he was in middle school and witnessed his brothers bf hit him. Violet blacked out and ended up killing the man.
You think that would mean he knew better than to get into a relationship that was toxic or abusive but...He didn’t. When Violet was in high school he ended up dating a man almost 20 years older than him.
He stayed in the relationship long out of high school. Eventually (after his brother is released from Prison from taking the fall for the first killing Violet ever did) his brother managed to convince Violet to leave the man.
When Violet tries to leave the man he was attacked. He tried to slit Violet’s throat, and when it was clear he was still alive, although bleeding out, he called the police and said it was a suicide attempt using the very brief history of self harm Violet has as basis to have him put in impatient ater his neck healed.
In another au I have (one I’m planning on expanding upon in the long term fic involving Leslie Vernon and another oc of mine) Violet is a serial killer having given in to his anger, and makes snuff films of his crimes to sell.
In his regular canon aside from his occasional blacking out and lapses he’s a pretty normal guy.
He loves horror and movies, and eventually starts to make movies of his own becoming kind of a Rob Zombie type of film maker.
No matter the AU he loves knives and has a collection of knives streaming from “this good do a lot of damage” and “this couldnt even give me a papercut but damn it’s pretty”
Violet falls in love quick and fast.
He kinda borderlines between is he a yandere or is he just?? intense.
When Violet starts dating someone he’s like already mentally planning their marriage and to spend the rest of their lives together.
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back from work, and there are several things i thought were hilarious so far in mdzs:
- wei wuxian playing his flute so bad it makes a guy regain consciousness to tell him to shut the fuck up and then he deadass fell unconscious again
- lan wangji doing dat bridal style with wei wuxian. he gets to a door. does he put wei wuxian down and open the door. no. he kicks the shit outta that door. THATS OUR ALWAYS DIGNIFIED LAN WANGJI
- wei wuxian is soooo oblivious oh my goddddd. when lan wangji said “mine”, he wasnt talking about his sword youre carrying around holy shit!!!!! no wonder lan wangji is so stoic otherwise hed be crying all the time at how oblivious wei wuxian is
- was lan wangji seriously jealous of wen ning??? first of all dont you ever hurt my zombie son again, but also seriously you’ve got nothing to worry about. i doubt mr wei “i was traumatised over the mention of my death but then i saw a kid pretending to be you and instantly felt better wow isnt it weird how that happened” wuxian has eyes for anyone but you
#mo dao zu shi#魔道祖师#wei wuxian#lan wangji#忘羡#whats their english ship name lol#wangxian#i figured it out
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I have no sims but I have this(:
So I’ve been trying to basicallyforcemyself back into writing and I joined a small little casual contest! For those who don’t know, which is basically everyone ‘cause I’ve never talked about this, I wrote a book series back in high school and it’s very, VERY bad. So I’ve been rewriting it. And there’s four books. So it’s a thing in my life.
Anyways, I wrote a short story based off the books for the contest and I really liked how it turned out andso I’m sharing because I’m excited that I enjoy my writing again but hesitant to officially enter it so early (since the deadline isnt for another two months).
Synopsis: Twenty-five years. Three months. Twelve days. That's how long Zander has put up with the bullshit that is the zombie apocalypse. The undead, the infection, and worst of all - the people. He's tired of being the good guy. Tired of being treated as another meat sack to be tossed around by men with bigger egos than brains. And he knows just who's going down first.
Story’s under the cut for those who want to take the time to read! (Sorry for those on mobile) alsoalsoalao @sourpeachess
Reckoning
Clouds. Buildings. Wall. Biters.
My eyes scanned the bleak horizon through the old binoculars, passing over the numerous tents huddled in front of the giant wall like a flimsy barricade. I watched the guards and doctors of the New World scatter back and forth between the tents and guard posts, oblivious to the hell that would soon be knocking on their front door. A sickening smile spread onto my face at the thought of how panicked and terrified they'd be.
The sky swirled with dark clouds above me and thunder rumbled off in the distance; a cry to whoever was listening, a warning meant for the sheltered city.
The muffled sounds of chatter and movement wafted up from below me, a dull murmur in my ear as my thoughts roared in my head. The bubbling anger I had felt only once before in my life, now resurfaced, boiling and spilling over the edge. My fingers gripped the sides of the binoculars and my muscles flexed beneath my dirty jacket, itching to cause some mayhem.
A gentle hand laying on my shoulder grabbed my attention and I lowered the binoculars, looking over at it's owner.
"What do you want, Frankie?" I growled lowly, allowing my annoyance to be clearly evident in my gruff voice. She stood with her arms crossed, resting casually against her abdomen though her rigid posture gave away the tension in her body. Her hair was in loose waves around her shoulders, looking pale in the gloomy light of the darkening sky, and her icy blue eyes betrayed the worry she tried so hard to keep hidden from the relaxed expression on her aging face.
I knew exactly what she was going to say before the cautious words even left her dry lips.
"I think we should reconsider the attack," she spoke calmly and carefully, her eyes looking over me. A strong gust of wind blew into the exposed room, shuffling around the soot and debris that littered the floor, pushing aside the faded blue tarp that covered half of the broken exterior wall. She reached a hand up to tame a piece of her swirling hair, trapping it behind the curve of her ear as she continued, raising her voice above the howl of the wind, "you know how risky this is. A lot of people are going to get hurt, a lot of innocent people."
"You've seen what they've done," I answered as I turned away from her and motioned towards the brightly lit city in the distance, "what they continue to do. I'm not just going to sit here anymore. This needs to happen, they need to see the world as it truly is."
"The only thing you're doing is proving them right," she spoke softly. My body twisted towards her and before I was even aware of what I was doing, my hand was wrapped around her throat and shoving her against a nearby wall.
My face was inches from hers as I growled my words, "Do you really think they deserve to live? After all of the people they've killed, the families they've torn apart? What about Rookie, huh? What about Newt?”
The fear in her wide eyes shifted as a flash of anger crossed them at the mention of her daughter. I knew that would get to her.
"Uh, sir?"
My head snapped in the direction of the hesitant voice to see a young boy standing in the opened doorway, his fingers nervously moving against one another. I released my hold on Frankie's neck and cleared my throat, facing the boy.
"What is it?" I asked, my hands moving to rest behind my back.
"O-Owen told me to let you know that the charges are set a-and the teams are in place," his words stumbled out as his eyes flickered between Frankie and I.
"What about Rookie?" I asked as I moved back over to the window and raised the binoculars once more, scanning the top of the highest buildings for any signs of light.
"N-nothing from him so far," the boy replied, shifting his weight from one foot to the other uncomfortably.
"Rookie agrees with me, you know," Frankie quickly injected and I let out an angry snort.
"I know he does; difference is, he still does his damn job."
I turned towards the boy, "the biters ready?"
He nodded quickly, "t-they're getting anxious."
I turned back towards the window and a small smile slipped onto my face at the sight of a bright light flashing repeatedly from atop one of the buildings in quick, short intervals.
"Perfect timing," I grinned and addressed the boy, "round 'em up, it's time to go."
The boy nodded and quickly disappeared back downstairs. I wasted no time in grabbing the bag I left laying on the floor, slumped against the wall. I shoved the binoculars into it and slung it over my shoulder, pausing to give Frankie a hard stare.
"You're either with us, or you're with them," I spoke, keeping her eyes leveled with mine, "choose wisely."
I left before she could answer, making my way down the crooked staircase. I was halfway to the bottom when a loud explosion sounded in the distance and the house shook with a loud groan, pieces of burnt wood falling from the ceiling. My grin widened as I let out a loud cheer and patted the back of a nearby man as he looked up, a grin of his own plastered across his face.
Screams started up in the distance, followed by the sporadic sound of gunfire. It was a beautiful melody to my ears as I pushed open the half charred door and stepped out into the pouring rain, jumping into the nearest truck and patting the top of it. The truck roared to life below me and sped off down the twisting path through the remains of a burned down neighborhood and towards the large hole in the crumbling wall.
Rain. Biters. Blood. Death.
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