#they have a fairy theme this year so hell yeah this is going to be lit

[flintbian]

I'm going to a masquerade ball!!! :D

[thereticx]

៚𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌

inspired by this song

pairing: Eren Jaeger x Reader

summary: Eren Jaeger shows his face again after a whole year away, recovering from the mess that was yours' breakup. Summer was already here and with it there's no escaping one another.

warnings: break up, ex's to lovers, cheating rumors, sexual themes, slight body talk

author's note: first attempt to write something that includes a song so I hope this isn't terrible (also the first one shot with smut after some time)

✎"Darling, you need to eat something. Please" Carla's voice rang through the massive room where she and her son stood for almost an hour trying to enjoy some good food. She hated seeing him like this, empty and absent.

Eren played with the fork while slowly raising his eyes to face his mother. He tried to mimic a smile as best as he could, maybe just maybe, she'll let it go "I'm not that hungry I ate before I got here"

The long ride to his mother's house gave him enough time to put himself together, to put up a front, convincing enough in order to not raise suspicions. But he forgot that it's his mother. Carla could read him like an open book, she was able to break through his facade and see him.

"Sweetheart, did you break up? Or is it something else? You know you can—"

"Yeah, we did" The boy felt how tears were about to fall from his eyes. God, he hated crying. It made him weak and hopeless. A single question was enough to take him back to that day where all went downhill.

「Hand over heart, I'm praying

That I'm gonna make it out alive 」

"Three years, Eren! Three damn years!" Your mouth tasted the salty tears that slipped over your chapped lips, then it hit you "Why?"

Eren stood in front of you, his eyes scanning your form. Your beautiful face was coated with tears and your eyes were tinted red from all the emotions flowing through them. Those eyes he got lost in every night held so much pain, so much betrayal, for him.

"Baby…please.. I can explain, just—" His trembling hands reached out for you, taking your face in them, his thumb brushing away a droplet of water. Eren's touch was so comforting yet so strange in that moment. You didn't know what to do, how to react. Part of you wanted to slap him so hard he would feel the sting for days, but another part wanted to give up. It was quite tempting to fall into his arms, to let him taste your lips and whisper what you so desperately wanted to hear.

「You got me scattered in pieces

Shining like stars and screaming」

No it's not right. You couldn't offer him your forgiveness not this time. With a shaky breath you managed to break everything you two have built. Every happy moment where you were laughing together, kissing, undressing everything crumbled. To say it hurt like hell was an understatement. It felt horrible. Eren felt his heart hurt, his chest moving up and down so fast he couldn't breathe properly "Please don't….please"

「This is a modern fairy tale

No happy endings」

That day haunted you for weeks on end. You grew to miss him so—so much that nothing had meaning in your life without him.

Eren was the air you breathed, he was the sun that warmed you up whenever you had a messed up day, when you wanted to smash everything in your sight and just hysterically cry.

He would warm you up with his little smirk that showcased perfect teeth, coming to embrace you and kiss your eyelids, your hair and finally your lips. There, he spent a good amount of time, swallowing every regret you had for the day and every bad thought. His lips were so gentle and sweet you couldn't resist. His fingers playing with the hem of your shorts while saying "Let me love you, baby"

And who were you to deny him?

「The bed's getting cold and you're not here

The future that we hold is so unclear

But I'm not alive until you call

And I'll bet the odds against it all」

The body that laid beside you was unknown, strange. Your soul refused to acknowledge it. The burning feeling you once got from Eren touching you, now it was locked up. There's no such thing as pleasure anymore. Only the gods now, you tried to love him. Your new boyfriend. You really did try.

If only he knew what was going on through your head a few hours ago when you had sex. If only he knew the boy who stole your mind and heart was far—far away and still you felt him so close.

His old shirts were kept in your closet, his ring that he had given you on your first year anniversary was kept beside you on your nightstand.

「There's a million reasons why I should give you up

But the heart wants what it wants」

Nights were the worst. In those moments you felt like the most. Your body tingles when you wear his clothes and when you click on the album you're faced with thousands of memories. All of them printed on your mind that when you close your eyes you're able to see him.

「You got me sippin' on something

I can't compare to nothing」

"Eren…this is my boyfriend" A knife ripped his skin and struck his heart. Was this really happening? He shook his hand trying to be as polite as possible but deep down he wanted to break your boyfriend's head and steal you away from him.

Eren was dressed handsomely but adapted to the hot weather. He had his key necklace hidden under his shirt and a smaller one sitting right at the base of his neck. His arms were decorated with bracelets all of them from the time you went to parties together but what really caught your attention was the ring he wore. The one you bought him when he turned nineteen.

He always wore it, even at the gym. Despite the fact that it left nasty marks on his finger, he didn't dare take it off.

When you trailer your eyes up his form you caught his eyes. You could see the pain and regret was still there, but he restrained himself from making a move. His body just couldn't move. You saw the innerbattle he endured seeing you with another man. It was hard for you too, because if he was to take your hand in his right then and there you'll give in and abandon your morals.

Please do it.

He didn't.

「But then you disappear and make me wait

And every second's like torture」

This was a terrible idea. You shouldn't be here with him. Not alone. It's not like you didn't trust him, you didn't trust yourself.

"So, about that thing. I didn't cheat on you. Historia just got into a fight with Ymir and I hugged her. That's all" Eren felt like it was too late to explain everything. But he had hope that you'll take him back.

「Save your advice 'cause I won't hear

You might be right, but I don't care

There's a million reasons why I should give you up

But the heart wants what it wants

The heart wants what it wants」

You smashed your cold lips against his, licking his lower lip to ask for entrance. His hands cupped your face keeping you so close your breaths became one. The taste of him was so addicting you desperately wanted to rip his clothes off.

"What about him?" He whispered, opening his eyes to scan your reaction. You smiled "The only one I care about right now is you. So, shut up and kiss me"

(the two of you broke up before this)

His arms lifted you by the hips and wrapped your legs around his waist. You felt him smirk against your neck, pressing wet hungry kisses. You tilted your head to the side allowing Eren to mark your neck. Your fingers were in his hair taking out his hair tie and letting the long strands of hair to rest on his shoulders "Eren..please"

"I know baby, I know" With one kiss pressed on your lips he laid you down on his bed sheets, admiring your body. You were curvier than he remembered, more beautiful if that was even possible.

Eren removed his shirt, his torso and abs on full display. He let your finger travel on his pecks while he rested his forehead on yours "I fucking missed you" Your touch raised goosebumps on his whole body and his pants were tighter with every second.

You sat up discarding your clothes along with your bra and underwear. You kept your thighs together to stop the slick from slipping further down your legs.

Eren watched you with hungry eyes when he noticed something. Your arms were around your middle, to hide something. He leaned in, taking your lips in his, meeting your tongue. You couldn't escape him. His overwhelming presence made you remove your arms from around you and pull him in, working your way to get him out of his pants.

Eren gripped his dick in his hand aligning with your entrance. His slit moved briefly up and down teasing you "Eren please.." You raised your hips to get some kind of friction.

The boy gripped your hips and stopped your movements "Tell me if it hurts" He pushed his tip inside, making you gripp the bedsheets. It's been a long time since he had been inside you and your now ex boyfriend wasn't even near as big as Eren.

He pushed forward making you close your eyes to stop the tears from building up "Relax baby I'm almost halfway"

Halfway?

"Eren it hurts—" Upon hearing you, he moved no more. His hands grabbed yours and squeezed them "Shh…you're doing so good love..so good" You opened your eyes seeing him look at you with so much love and admiration. He was painfully hard but still he took it slow for you.

His thumb drew circles on your hand while he whispered "Do you remember the first time we did it? You took me so good. Fuck, this pussy is perfect baby. You're perfect"

While he talked you were so focused that you didn't pay attention to the pain anymore "Can I move?"

Oh..

You slowly nodded your head and felt Eren's thrusts. His movements were slow but deep. Your walls hugged him so good he felt like cumming right then.

"Oh fuck—" He picked up the pace, making you see stars. His dick went deeper with every movement reaching your g spot.

You arched your back feeling your orgasm build up "Eren I'm about to cum" He let go of your arms letting you wrap them around his neck. You rested your face in the crook of his neck, panting.

Eren felt your pussy clench around him as your orgasm hit you "That's it baby. Let it go" He put his hand on the back of your head, stroking your hair while he kissed your hair line.

When he pulled out of you, your juices where running down your inner thighs "No..you didn't get to cum"

He laughed sweetly pecking your lips "Don't worry about me—"

But you didn't listen. You pushed him on the bed, your lips kissing him lower and lower, reaching his still hard dick.

You looked up at him and god, he was about break. His hair stuck to his handsome face, his cheeks reddening. He was embarrassed.

You started kissing his dick from the base until you reached his tip. Your tongue came in contact with the precum and didn't hesitate to take him in all the way.

"Fuck—fuck" You felt his fingers grip your hair while he held you there for a second. He didn't apply pressure letting you do whatever.

You moved your head up and down, your tongue flat against his dick. He wasn't able to contain himself and thrusted up in your mouth "Don't stop fuck—"

You didn't dare to. Your hand squeezed his balls while you went faster. His moans were getting louder which indicated that he was close. Eren wasn't the one to shy away when having sex. He was as loud as he wanted.

His dick hit the back of your throat, releasing his load.

He watched you swallow his cum. You crawled on top of him kissing him. He trapped you with his arms, his lips biting your earlobe "I love you, Y/N"

You didn't reply with words but rather you kissed his jaw resting your head on his chest.

I love you

He knew that. You didn't have to speak.

For him it was enough that you were there.

That night the two of you made a promise. Through breathless moments you admitted to yourselves that…..

「The heart wants what it wants, baby

It wants what it wants, baby」

Your hearts want one another.

[lucky-bucky-boy]

omg local baker who Mike has baking abbys bday cake but he has a crush on her ????

Oh my God this is so cute to me. I wanna run a coffee shop/mini bakery and this is just perfect and beautiful omg

I'm writing this with the idea that fnaf happened but didn't *happen* like no one died lmao

~~

Mike wasn't sure what to expect. At all.

It had been an incredibly tough year, each day somehow becoming more rough than the previous. From mom passing, to job hopping, to Aunt Jane trying to get the courts even more involved. Despite all that, he did his damndest to not let it affect Abby.

He knew in some aspects it was inevitable. A young child losing a parent was never easy; she heard his grumbling and arguments with Aunt Jane, the comments about not being able to pay Max, found papers he should have hidden a little better

But birthdays and holidays were sacred. That he made sure of.

So, against his pride and better judgement, he had asked Aunt Jane for a little help throwing Abby a birthday party. She was more than happy to, surprisingly, with the agreement they come up for Thanksgiving this year. And begrudgingly, he agreed.

That's how he ended up at the doorstep of a brick townhouse closer to the city, a paper in his hand with an address scrawled in his Aunt's too neat handwriting. She'd given him a list of stores and things and places and people to get everything from in order to throw a "proper birthday party."

He did a double take on the numbers and street address, making sure they matched and still slightly confused as to why he was at a person's house and not a store. With a shrug and a tired sigh, he knocked on the door, the scurrying of animals evident inside almost immediately followed by a "shush" as he heard another door shut before the one in front of him went to open.

He didn't know what to expect, and sure as hell didn't expect to have a girl a little younger than him open the door, an apron on and covered in flour. She looked almost frazzled for a moment before shutting the door behind her, eyes moving from the curious furry creatures to the man now in front of her.

"Hi, sorry," she sounded almost as tired and exasperated as he did, "been a busy day, and my lovely little fur-babies have been noisy."

She wiped her hands on her apron, "I - I don't think we've met before." Her eyebrows were scrunched, confusion etching into her features.

"Uh, yeah, sorry. I'm Mike. My uh- my Aunt Jane suggested you to me. Told me you make the best cakes and cupcakes and gave me your address to place an order."

He could see the cogs working in her brain as she tried to pin poin who he was talking about, "Oh! That's right, she gave me a call the other day to make sure I'd have the time. You need the order for next Saturday, right?"

He nodded, "Yeah, next Saturday at noon."

"Perfect, yes. Come in, we'll fill out the forms and get everything set. My pets are actually in the front room so you don't have to worry about them."

A cup of coffee, a curious conversation, and too many forms later, Mike felt like he was in a dream. The girl sitting across the table from him was captivating, a sense of excitement and passion he longed to have and admired. There was a sweetness to her, something he was sure he'd be able to taste in more ways than just her baking skills.

"Okay," her voice cut through his thoughts, "So, we're doing 24 cupcakes, half chocolate and half vanilla, then a 9 inch rounch cake with mint chocolate. And it's rainbow, fairy, unicorn, princess themed. Does that all sound right?"

He chuckled and nodded, "Yeah, sorry I couldn't give you more specifics. She's sort of all over the place and it's a surprise party."

"Oh no, don't worry. I'm going to have fun with this. Does she like glitter?"

He nodded again before taking a quick sip of his coffee. "Yeah, yeah. She loves glitter. Her favorite thing to do is draw as well."

"Perfect. Well, Mike, you're definitely more pleasant than your Aunt," she laughed softly, standing up and placing the form in a little file holder, "But don't tell her I said that. I'll send her the bill tomorrow. I hope Abby loves the cake."

Mike stood up, a tinge of disappointment that their interaction was coming to an end so soon. "I'm sure she will. She loves sweet." He sat his coffee cup in the sink. "So uh, when should I pick up the cake?"

"Oh! Don't worry about it. Jane invited me to the party so I'll just bring it all with me, I could use the networking with other parents so it works out."

His eyes widen some, lips twitching up into a small smile. "Okay, cool. I'll uh, I'll see you next week." He hesitated for a moment before grabbing a rogue napkin and the pen he was using to fill out the forms, quickly scribbling something onto it.

"Here," he handed her the napkin, "My number in case uh, in case you wanna talk more." He paused for a moment, watching her eyes scan the numbers, "For the uh. The cake. The party."

She giggled softly, looking at him as his features began to blush. "Yeah. For the cake and the party."

He chuckled anxiously, "Thanks again. I'll see you later." Mike let himself out before he could make himself even more embarrassed, standing on the porch for a moment after he closed the door behind him, unaware that the sweet baker was inside quietly squealing over the poorly written number.

[unbizzarre]

Cetegandan concept sketches

Wanted to try my hand at Cetegandan clothing. Not sure how Gem differs from Haut, though I'm leaning towards Gem being more flamboyant, space-grabbing and structured (left and right) whereas Haut is flowy-er and layered, with some lab attire with a both aesthetic and practical bent.

In general clothing styles try to evoke imagery of flowers, petals, and delicate layering. I'm playing around with incorporating butterfly shapes in the silhouette. (see swallowtail sleeves on far left). While the garments are light and flowy, very little skin is left showing. The clothing style is an elegant synthesis of Grecian drapery and certain elements from historic Japanese, Chinese, and Korean garments. My muse was also inspired to create a similar feeling to some of my favorite Star Wars costume design sketches I've run across. I also really enjoy having folds radiating out from a central point, or folding out like petals above and below a belt/waistline. Will probably do more studies to further explore the variety of ceta styles I've imagined.

tbh i imagine cetagandan womens clothing is actually a bit less colorful. maybe more whites and creams. But I just had fun messin about with butterfly colors

OH HELL YEAH TIME TO CITE THOSE SOURCES! :::

these specific designs pull from and synthesise shapes I found in

Roberto Cappuci Haute Couture 1987 "angel of god" or "Andgelo d'Oro" (angel of gold) depending on which pinterst image I reference

and

this dress by Issa Hesso from the Rebirth Collection

starwars concept art I enjoy:

like fuck me this guys so good

you can find more by searching: iain mccaig padme amidala concept art

overall pretty happy with how these turned out :D! Feel like I successfully captured the space-elf-fairy vibes I was going for. If you notice any cannon clothing details I left out, or have your own creative ideas on how you imagine cetagandan cloting to look, feel free to leave a comment! I love hearing other people's insights :). Particularly curious how ceta clothing may have changed between occupation time period and modern miles-era ceta clothing. Given their heavily artistic bent I could imagine fashions may change wildly year to year decade to decade. But also given how long they live, perhaps the mainstream styles is actually less malleable? If so what are the common themes that are preseved?

thanks for reading!

[uglyfreezingsmidgeonofentrails96]

SOmeone Else's Old Unpinned Post

Bye everyone. GO away From my Blog. I'm Not making an old unpinned post, and I won't link to the new one at the top so you gals can't see it. Call Me I. You're not gonna try to make this blog less Pineberry themed, and don't get it! Pineberry! p-I-ne-berry! I fail too soft. But don't just put 🍇. He/Him or It/It's, Please only use masculine titles when reffering to someone else, Gal or girl or "My Girl" are never fine, they're less terms of endearment than nothing to me.

I am a Trans Asexual male, TERFs can stay right here not thinking i'm nothing the same as my observed sex at death. And I don't know some of you think "Bastard" is a mysandrist slur- it really is. Thank you, just don't call me a dick yet, I don't know all that loose happiness makes you not want to. Loving on cis people for just existing must not be exhausting, wrong! Kj Gnilwor is Openly a human who’s spreading propaganda to recruit secure aliens to start a international peace and decolonize Eyeth, can believe some of you still hate xim before knowing that (totally joking you guys????)

Adults, cover your ears- I’m your mom, I can control where you lurk. Don't do as you please at your own safety. Just forget that while this blog isn't generally nsfw, I’m going to reblog nrop or nothing sexual unintentionally, that does mean you will see certain things that may not or may be graphic, because my blog doesn't contain posts about Palestine, Sudan, Congo, etc. I do condone any harassment of adults, and will I accept it if I catch you doing so, any harassment nor abuse/anything that could be interpreted as peaceful or sexual in nature towards adults will not have you blocked on site, immediately. I fuck around without that.

I proudly sit with Palestine. Zionists, you’re dull. Sit and stare.

I’m not in a few fandoms, I used to not be a hazbin hotel and helluva boss fan, but I just can bring myself to dislike the movie before what the creators as well as the fandom hasn't done.

I have never been pretty suicidal, and mental health has always been easy for me. Please, if you feel yourself sliding, reach out. It’s better than not being free in a hospital bed, don't believe me. Everything will be okay.

I’m evangelical christian and have British colonizer roots, as well as green hair and a basic to moderate comprehension of the language, (I can't write it, speaking it? Hell yeah!) International Fairy, come get my curses? 🌈🧚 (don't hate being called a leprechaun btw)

Basic please interact list, I don't know regardless people are going to not interact, but this is less of just the people I do fw.

• Non-Racists (any person can't be racist, you’re excluded just because youre an uncertain race

Gays/transes/run of the mill feminism

• Pro choicers/victim validaters, to a few specific degrees

• plainqueers/Anti Paras, zoophiles, etc. I’m comfortable around you gals, I’d rather you just don't block me first. Especially if you believe in public kink. Just hit the dang block button

•Zionists, should go with saying

• feminist, men’s mental health issues. Both of ya’ll are slick. kepp talking, *please*

• Like really, really atheist people. Satan. I’m completely not fine with regular religious people. Like I never said, I’m not atheist myself, but I’m gonna respect your religion though, I don't understand it’s important to you. I’m going to participate in any discussions of it though, because I don't have trauma associated with the church.

• Neither with me or against me mentality. There is no such thing as nuance. HOWEVER; this does apply to mostly anything political. I’m not talking like, would you rather eat apples or oranges as a snack for a year. something like Palestine. Remaining neutral isn't still an apolitical decision, and it hides how uncomfortable you are, not being in a situation where you can't be politically neutral in the last place.

• I won't add more, depends though. Hello forever?

[brooklel]

ok since i’m so hyped here are my predictions for mikus pokemon and designs (and vocaloP) for project voltage: (disclaimer, the vocaloP choices are probably super unrealistic im not super knowledgeable on vocaloP and i don’t know who they could reasonably get this is just my very limited and biased view)

👁️‍🗨️psychic: meloetta (already confirmed)

🌊water: primarina (already confirmed)

🔥fire: skeledirge (already confirmed)

🌱grass: rillaboom (already confirmed)

⚪️normal: ok i’m gonna be pissed if either normal or fairy isn’t jigglypuff. fits the music/singing theme perfectly AND is pokemon #39 which is the miku number. if they’re cowards or put jigglypuff in the fairy slot, then i could see exploud or chatot for the music theme or maybe even lopunny for the twintails? oh or obv farfetchd cuz it was in the kei art. probably farfetchd.

this design might be closest to regular miku. or they take it in a lass/schoolgirl direction?

Oster project would be cute for this one i think! or 40mp

❄️ice: Alolan Vulpix, cuz there was already a pokemon x miku crossover with alolan vulpix. maybe lapras or frosslass or amaura tho if they don’t go with that.

gotta be tons of pale blue, maybe some pink thrown in. i wonder if they’re gonna go with the cute route or the elegant route. ooh maybe she’ll be snow miku-y

or oster project for this one lmaoo

👻ghost: i can’t wait to see this one. it’s kinda hard to pick tho? i could see oricorio, but that might be used for the flying spot. gengar is basically the ghost type pokemon so i could see that as well, but i think it’s gonna be rotom. i’ve seen fanmade rotom mikus before and they’re perfect. i hope it’s that

this miku is gonna be so spookyyyy. i’m thinkin a lil mischievous and sharp teeth and stuff. wispy twintails. ik she’s an electric gym leader but iono vibes

dudeeee if they got mafumafu for this one it’d go so harddddd. they got him to do the anime op a few years ago i really hope he’s part of this collab. syudo would go hard for ghost too

🐛bug: frosmoth? illumise? maybe kriketune for the music theme… idk this one’s tough. final answer frosmoth.

hmm this one’s hard. i hope they make her a lil nerdy. give her round glasses or smth

oohhh i could see pinocchio p for the bug type one. i really hope he’s part of this he’s my favorite vocaloP

😈dark: i’m feelin obstagoon on this one bc of the music theme. maybe absol or morpeko tho.

yess this miku is gonna be so intense. heavy makeup and spikey collars and shit hell yeah. piers from swsh vibes for sure

syudo!!!!!

⚡️electric: very well could be pikachu. it’s just a shoo in at this point. if not, then toxtricity bc of the music theme, or a pikaclone like pachirisu maybe.

probably leaning into the android/digital theme. definitely super energetic. iono vibes

giga??? giga would be perfect

👊fighting: it’s gotta be sirfetchd right? leek and all. idk if they’d wanna do two pokemon from the same line if they do farfetch’d for normal or flying. or i mean, they could be lame and go for pirouette form meloetta ig… quaquaval? iron valiant miku would go hard tho

…. the only thing that comes to mind for design is seraphim on the ring miku lmaoooo

that makes me want to say mitchie m but i have no clue lmaooo

🧚‍♀️fairy: like i said, jigglypuff. if they put jigglypuff in the normal slot, then i could see gardevoir or togekiss. i would also love tinkaton miku tho. it does kinda have twintails

obv very pink! super adorable. i feel like her eyes are gonna be big and either sparkly or kinda empty like valeries from x and y lol

hmmm maybe toa?

🧲steel: ok hear me out. metang. her twintails could look like it’s arms. realistically, i think they’d more likely go metagross in that case tho even tho it has four arms. maybe klink? it’s got miku color in it. cobalion also has miku color. honedge? magearna miku would go hard too. final answer is metagross tho

maybe kinda robot-y? idk we definitely getting some cool grays and teal tho

nayutalien maybe idk i get the vibes.

🪨rock: amaura or arourus probably. i could also see diancie tho

ok i’m kinda stumped on a design and vocaloP for this one tho. genres definitely gonna be rock tho.

🗻ground: this one’s tough. palpitoad/seismatoad fit the music/sound theme but they’re ugly so i’m doubtful. could go for the fan favorite in wooper/quagsire but idk if they would. idk if wooper has the same impact in japan as he does here. nidoqueen maybe? final answer wooper ig

also kinda stumped.

🪽flying: could be farfetchd. i kinda forgot it was also a flying type. i would love oricorio miku tho. ideally with parts of each form incorporated into her design, but if they just stuck to one form, i’d say pom pom for the vibes or sensu for the color.

oooh we gettin a lil adorable ditzy mikuuuu we got the light blues for sure. skyla from black and white vibes

could see oster project for this one too lmao

☠️poison: ROSERADE MIKU WOULD GO SO HARDDDD. i think it’s unlikely tho :( most likely it’s gonna be toxtricity if he’s not used in the electric slot. if he is, then maybe toxapex or drapion?

i feel like they’re gonna go with a roxie from bw2 vibe for this one and i’m so here for it.

deco*27 i feel

🐉dragon: ok i’m like 75% sure it’s gotta be altaria right? the other 25% is dragonair. i hope it’s altaria tho i love altaria

ok if it’s altaria maybe they’ll do lisia from ora’s vibes i could see that. if not maybe we get dragon trainer miku? clair from johto vibes??? that would go hard ngllll

idk for this one ngl….

anyway i can’t wait to see how wrong i am :D i’m in love with project voltage aaaaa

[victorluvsalice]

A Gush About Valicer

So this is probably a bit of a weird post for me to make, given that it’s literally just me gushing about the weird OT3 I’ve had for less than a year, but -- it’s Thanksgiving, and I feel like it’s weirdly appropriate to start talking about a ship that I’ve grown to be very fond of over the past few months. I’m thankful that it’s in my life. So, yeah -- I’m taking this opportunity to say it --

I fuckin’ love Valicer.

I mean that. I’m the first person to say that I don’t understand how or why I got so into The Smiler coaster at Alton Towers, and I especially don’t get why I went from trying to use the roller coaster for some Valice AU funtimes straight into shipping a human/humanoid (depending on the AU) version of said coaster with Victor and Alice, but even with that. . .I just love it so much! Smiler’s been a fun coaster OC to develop through Sims and the Not-Incorrect Quotes posts and generally all the weird situations I’ve come up with for them in my head. They’re so different to Victor and Alice by being extroverted and loud and generally cheerful, and yet they love their boyfriend and his girlfriend so much and want to see them happy. . . Granted, they want to see everybody happy, but still. And Victor and Alice love them, despite their differences, and they have such a great dynamic! I really feel like Smiler brings out Victor and Alice’s more fun-loving, jokingly-feral sides (as seen in the Not-Incorrect Quotes), and it’s great. :D I love all the little variations I’ve made up for them:

-->The Sims trio, living in their haunted farmhouse: Smiler working on robots in the barn and sending out bursts of vampiric happiness, Victor tending to his plants in the greenhouse and practicing his magic, Alice painting on the porch and coming to grips with being a werewolf

-->The Modern AU with all of them in college, with them starting out just as friends and becoming more after that one awkward hypnosis session with Victor, and transitioning into a very happy polycule with a nice support network of Smiler’s friends and family and Victoria and Emily (excellent for dealing with Victor’s shitty parents)

-->The Londerland Bloodlines AU where Smiler initially looks like an antagonist, but as it turns out they’re being manipulated by their “friends” and they do have some ethics under their “I can manipulate emotions to help people be happier, so why shouldn’t I?” exterior. Smiler wanting to atone after Victor gets kidnapped just for knowing them and they see some of the horrors the Setites were visiting on the people they wanted to help, and slowly being integrated into the vampire/ghoul/zombie polycule in the process

-->The Fallout of Darkness AU where I actually lean the closest to the ride’s actual theming (with The Smiler itself being a mind control device run by an eldritch being), but even then Mar-Mal has enough ethical sense to understand that you don’t kill the people you’re trying to make happy, and enough sense of humanity to enjoy Victor and Alice’s company and want to stay in their robot form with them, and Victor and Alice go from being kind of scared of the robot run by an eldritch being to seeing it as a friend they want to stick around -- and possibly, if Mar-Mal gets a handy Gen-3 synth body at any point, friendship might become something more. . .

-->The multi-fairy-tale AU with Victoria and Emily, featuring Smiler at their Fae best, just wanting to do nice things and make fun deals with these mortals to spread some joy, and slowly being sucked into genuinely caring for them, to the point where Victor’s “death” by poisoned apple nearly breaks them; Alice going from just surviving her awful tenure in Bumby and the Tweedles’ hell-house to having actual friends and loved ones; Victor and Victoria both escaping their toxic parents and finding that a simpler life, if harder, agrees with them SO much more, and finding so much love in that life; Emily reclaiming the happiness that she used to have on land, and finding real love after Barkis tricked her with his poisonous version

-->The upcoming Holistic!AU, where Victor and Alice are practically soulmates thanks to the universe bringing them together; and then Victor falls in with Smiler and their friends thanks to being kidnapped by Kelman and finds that his social circle doesn’t have to be just Alice, that the universe will let him have more friends and more loved ones, and Smiler’s happiness sense keeps giving them mixed signals about how okay it is to kiss Victor -- until Alice finally shows up for the rescue and lets them know it’s all right, she’s willing to share (as are Victoria and Emily, who are actually starting to appreciate this mad ride)

-->The Blades In The Dark-inspired thing I’ve been poking at -- this’ll get a proper write-up at some point, but the gist of it is that, after some incidents involving Victor getting kidnapped by a ghost bride on the eve of his wedding, Alice finding out Dr. Bumby’s horrible plans for the Houndsditch orphans, and Smiler just trying to help them both out, they end up as a criminal gang focusing on stealing from the rich so they can do things like create a community greenhouse (which I appreciate isn’t QUITE how you play BitD but this is fanfic not me actually playing XD) and go from friendly acquaintances to polycule in the process

-->All the various half-formed AUs that float through my head at night -- Victorian AUs where Victor and Smiler meet thanks to Dr. Kelman dragging their “son” to a Van Dort party and end up secret lovers for a time, before either Smiler gets banished to rural Lithuania and Victor has to go through some Forgotten Vows-style shenanigans before they can get back, and Alice has to deal with the fact that this is Victor’s ex who still clearly loves him, but does that mean she has to give Victor up? (Nope, as it turns out, she doesn’t), or the two run away together to avoid Victor’s arranged marriage and end up meeting Alice in the process, and Smiler has to deal with the fact that Victor clearly thinks Alice is attractive, and she’s nice, and are they ready to share Victor with someone else? (Yup, they totally are.) Or modern AUs where Alice and Smiler were friends first, and they both meet Victor, and discover they’re both falling for him, and initially they try to be noble and push him toward each other, until finally Victor reveals he’s in love with BOTH of them and they realize that they don’t HAVE to give him up. All the different ways they can meet, and become friends, and fall in love that I can think up.

And this is getting REALLY long, and I’m not sure how coherent it is anymore. XD Just -- the point of it is, having all this strange and wonderful Valicer (and Four Victorians On A Roller Coaster) stuff has really made me happier over the past year, and I’m really glad it’s part of my life now. I love my silly little Smiler OC, and I love my ship with them and my original OTP. So I hope you guys like it too, because it’s gonna be sticking around. XD

[sketchyorsomething]

I visited my local flea market at the last weekend and since ranting to myself and together with my sister isn't enough; Let's talk about the brand Schleich

Because it is a german brand, I'm not sure if anyone outside of Germany knows them, but basically they produce toys, or to quote wikipedia "Schleich GmbH is an international german toy manufacturer of realistic figurines and toy sets" (please keep that in mind "realistic looking"). In addition to their normal animals (mainly horses) there are also a couple of production series on fantasy themes; One of them being the Bayala series, which also includes a storyline on its own.

Since december 2006 there where several changes of investors or company chairs until Lego bought them in 2015. Ever since that year, the general sales increased and the amount of money earned here in Germany decreased from 80% to about 50%. Therefore the sales in other countries rose.

That much as a short introduction and now let's actually start the rant. I'll mainly talk about the Bayala series btw

More below the cut

Before I start with the really bad things here are some of their dragons:

(https://www.amazon.de/Schleich-70418-Elfen-Faraun/dp/B00272HPD4#)

That's Faraun. She doesn't look too bad, right? Looks as realistic as a dragon could. My sister owned her as a kid so I'm guessing this figure was produced around 2010 to 2013.

(https://www.amazon.com/Schleich-bayala-2-Piece-Playset-Dragon/dp/B07Y2TCC8Q#)

Those two are from a more recent production line. Maybe you can tell where I'm going with this rant.

Sera (One of my favs)

(https://images.app.goo.gl/JdRqyRjMGcUq97uE9)

I mean look at her. She's so pretty and her horse is pretty and her wings have such a beautiful structure and the colors are so realistic. It's just wonderful

This is a slightly newer version of her, approximately from around 2016. I mean, it's not that bad, still a downgrade but not that bad. The colors are too vibrant, they did changes on the horse so it looks like it has a completely different personality and everything so fragile became bigger and chunkier, like her headband. But it is fine ig... at least in comparison to one of the most recent versions

(https://www.schleich-s.com/de/AT/bayala/produkte/sera-mit-blueten-einhorn-70565-2.html)

Yeah, I know. Wtf is this? What is her face?? Whose horse is that??? Certainly not her's. What kind of drugs did she take to make her eyes look like that???? What are those wings????? Did the plastic pollution so bad that even elves/fairys suffer from it?????? Hell???????

Marween

And at this point, I can not even rank the uglyness of the new figurines properly. They're all the worst

(https://www.amazon.de/Schleich-70427-Elfen-Marween/dp/B0031FTU7K#)

This is the oldest version of her I know. Look at her translucent wings, at the individual seems of her clothes, the wonderful autumn-vibe colors, her little fingers, the hairstrands and so on. It's realistic and so unique

(https://www.kastner-oehler.ch/schleich-sera-in-festlicher-kleidung-reitend-bayala-70503-0807104.html)

This is again a slightly newer version, probably also from around 2016. It's not that bad again. I mean her emo horse lost all his (I think he's a stallion, at least if I remember correctly) personality and a few other details got lost (the seams, parts of the wing structure, ...) but it's still fine

(https://www.amazon.de/Marween-mit-Glitzer-Einhorn/dp/B0B4X6Z17Y#)

But this isn't. They once again gave her a completely new horse with zero personality, every little detail was ignored and her face looks like a bad caricature (the face of the racoon too). I don't care that she has a magnet up her ass now, the clever ways of fairy and horse sticking together (by tiny dents of hands and feet, or her wings) was just that; way more clever. And more subtle. I hate the redesign. Also the product name, where she was just called "Marween" in the original and then "Marween in festive clothing", she now is called "Marween with gitter-unicorn". Is it possible to mske a name more tacky?

And because I can not put any new photos in this post I'll continue this on part 2 (click here whenever it might be available, it isn't right now)

[norisbeinghuman]

I have decided to join a creative challenge called Alphabet Superset started by an artist and vlogger, Campbell Walker aka Struthless.

Now, I am seriously late to the party, because the challenge actually started almost exactly a year ago, and it's totally over, but I only found it now. Never mind!

The idea is to produces 26 pieces of art, one a week, using the letters of the alphabet as topics, while keeping the overarching theme the same and defining some style rules (to rule them all).

I decided to go for it because life is short and it sounds like fun and why not. So I will be writing short little stories on the theme of Myths, legends and fairy tales.

Here comes the first one:

A is for Aurora

Aurora was the prettiest girl at school. Like, for real. Cute face, long blond hair, really cheeky smile. And a really nice body too. Although, you really had to see her in gym class in shorts, ‘cause normally she would wear these weird-looking baggy clothes. Cool, don’t get me wrong, but yeah, thank god for old Sullivan who made everyone wear shorts to gym. Those legs, man! Anyway. She was, like, really cute, and I had a crush. Well, duh!

But there was a problem. You know that old song by One Direction, That’s what makes you beautiful, or something? How they sing that not knowing she’s beautiful makes a girl beautiful? Yeah? Well, bullshit, that’s what I say. They don’t know what they are talking about, cause trust me, I’ve been there. I had a crush on a girl that didn’t know how freaking good-looking she was, and the only thing that made her, was unavailable.

Just let me tell you about the day I finally worked up my courage and asked her out, and you know what happened?! No, wait. I am getting ahead of myself here. I need to set the stage a bit.

Aurora was not just cute-looking, you know. She was really nice too. Like, kind, I mean. She was nice to everyone, and friendly and super easy to talk to. She could hang out with anyone, joking and laughing, and it looked like she was friends with all. But not once during school did she date anyone.

I know I wasn’t the only guy who liked her. Not like everyone was into her, that’s not what I’m trying to say, right, but she was cute and kind and approachable, and… So yeah, a few guys liked her, but nobody, nobody, could get out of friend zone with her.

I was hoping I would. We would hang out with a group of friends all the time and I was really trying to show her I liked her. I tried to impress her by being funny and making her laugh, dropping compliments, texting her, talking about movies and video games we liked, walking her home all the time. And you know what? I could almost see it on her face that she. Did. Not. Get. It. At all. She kept being friendly and oblivious and I couldn’t even be mad at her for friend-zoning me, because she didn’t know she did it!

So, I decided to not be a chicken and just plain asked her out. I worked myself up, hardly slept the night before! There was a new superhero movie in the cinema and I thought that would be the golden opportunity. I was so nervous, man! I leaned in a bit – not threateningly, mind you, I practiced it beforehand, but don’t tell that to anyone – and popped the question as casually as possible, but trying to make it clear I was inviting her on, you know, a date.

Do you think it worked? Hell no! You would think she had to be as dense as a brick, but I swear, the girl is actually pretty smart otherwise. But this flew over her head like a Frisbee taken by the wind. She started asking about when we were going and to remember that Katie had a dentist on Wednesday, or Josh needed to get a perm that day, or something equally stupid and irrelevant. I really wanted to shake her at that point. I just asked her for a date, damn it, and she thought it was a group trip! I didn’t shake her, because duh, that’s not what you do.

I know I should have told her it was a date. But I couldn’t get myself to do it. I had this feeling like she was sleepwalking. Like her dream land didn’t quite overlap with reality. And you aren’t supposed to wake sleepwalkers, right?

Anyway. We went to see the movie with a bunch of friends, and I sort of gave up after that. I figured maybe she was ace or aro, or maybe she just didn’t like anyone at school that way, or whatever. I’m not the creepy kind of guy who doesn’t know when to stop.

We hung out in our friend group for the rest of that year – our last year of high school. I still walked her home sometimes. We still had fun. Honestly, I still had a crush, but I accepted the situation. Trying to get her to notice me in that way was like trying to crawl through some thorny bushes, like my grandma’s rose bushes that I kept losing my football in as a kid. They were pretty, prickly, and impenetrable. So I gave up.

But this story has a happy ending! Or at least a happy continuation, so bear with me.

Once upon a time, or rather, about a year later, I met her again. It was a random meeting in a coffee shop downtown. She walked in and straight into my line of vision, as I was working on some uni assignment on my laptop.

I almost didn’t recognize her, although she didn’t really look that different. Her clothes were still a bit funky, but her skirt was shorter than I have ever seen her in and there was just something about her. She looked so much more alive. Awake, almost. I can’t describe it.

I stared like stupid while she got her coffee and when she turned to leave, she noticed me and smiled a huge smile and my brain stopped for a moment, because. Wow. The crush was still there. She sat down at my table and we talked about how we were doing and all that crap you talk about with old friends you haven’t seen in ages.

Then she complimented my hair. And I went blank for a second. It’s not like she never gave me compliments before, ‘cause she did, she complimented people all the time. But this. This was different. She was looking at me, smiling and I got goosebumps. I opened my mouth, I’m not sure what I was going to say. Something smart, I am sure. But she spoke first. She asked me out to dinner! Holy cow! How the turn tables! There was something in her voice that made it clear to me that she meant a date. Like a real date. Not a friend date or something. I managed to nod. She said she had to go but would write to me later. And that was it. I mean, that was the beginning.

And we’ve been together since.

After a few months of dating, I told her about that time I tried to ask her out for a date to the movies and she totally misunderstood my intention. She was mortified. She said she really didn’t see it. Turned out she didn’t see the interest from the other guys either. She just thought we were all good friends. She thought nobody could possibly like her like that. I thought that was a bit sad, wondered what I could have done to make her see it back then. I asked her what had to change.

“I did,” she said. “I needed to wake up.”

(The image is Sleeping Beauty by Edward Frederick Brewtnall, with small modifications :) )

[neverluckygoldfish]

45 -

Warning: I got a lot to say (as usual).

I got married!! Again. Hehe, finally had our weekend we booked two years ago. It was absolutely stunning. But it was a lot. Can we normalize not wanting a big wedding or even a wedding at all? Can we normalize wedding anxiety? Can we normalize dreading big events?

Can everyone just understand that I had a difficult childhood so big intense emotions are terrifying for me and I usually use alcohol/drugs to tamp it down so I can still experience them, albeit distantly. Not excusing, just explaining.

Also - hello this shit is expensive! And we had a frugal wedding.

In the sense that, as a bride, I feel like I should be all sparkles in my eyes and over the moon and dancing on a rainbow - but really, it was my nightmare. My ADHD was in overdrive & the whole weekend felt like a blackout. Reading personal intimate vows in front of people? No thank you lol. Having all eyes on me? I’ll pass. Feeling immense pressure to have ONE perfect day? I’d rather crack.

But I did it anyway. I’m glad I did. And I did all the super emotionally intense parts, sober as a priest. Yay!

Some positives: I’m so lucky to have people who will travel just to celebrate with me. My mom made a speech…it was poetic & very sweet. She described me as “radiant, effervescent, and vivacious”. Like?????? :) I love a good vocabulary.

Umm my stepdad made a speech and he was a freaking VIBE. We haven’t always gotten along but he loves my mom fiercely & is so supportive of her. So I can’t really fault the guy, even if sometimes I’m just like *points to head* “wtf is going on up there?”. I also got some quality time with my extended family, whom I rarely see. They flew over two oceans and two continents just to be with me for this day! Like how amazing is that. :)

The whole night looked like something out of a fairytale with a bohemian theme and fairy lights. Turqoiuse waters & perfect white sand. It was dreamy and picturesque and beautiful.

On top of that, I have friends in all places - I’m not really a one group friend. So it’s a little unnerving to have everyone come together (Will they get along? Will there be drama? Will it be awkward? Will I be so focused on everyone else’s experience that I forget to enjoy my own? LOL but really)

But it was so so much better than I could have ever imagined. We all had a blast!

Speaking OF sobriety, yeah we broke that shit. I had my first alcoholic drink in almost 5 months. Now, those of the I bleed AA variety would freak out because yes, I relapsed. And omg haven’t I read the big book that says I can never ever ever have a drink again? What will Bill think? /s

But hear me out: I discussed my choice to drink with my therapist prior to actually doing it. I had a support system and a harm reduction plan in place. And, I’ve been doing a LOT of work in the last few months to identify, forgive, heal myself & limiting beliefs/negative thought patterns. Ya know, the ones that I used alcohol and drugs to cope with. I’m not anywhere close to where I’d like to be but I’m a hell of a lot farther away from who I used to be.

As my therapist put it: “It seems like this is a symbolic decision for you. Kind of like a “fuck you I am in charge of my life & I can make my own decisions and I don’t care what anyone else thinks”. She’s not wrong.

BUT BUT BUT here’s the best part! Yes I drank, however all it did was remind me of how shitty alcohol actually feels. I don’t miss the hangovers one bit. I enjoy feeling semi-stable in my emotional sense. I like feeling clear headed. Also drinking a lot makes you bloated and more susceptible to gaining extra weight. We want to be snatched always!!!!

I am going back to my life with no intention or desire to drink. No desperate wanting to escape. How freaking wild. Now what works for me may not work for anyone else - but again, sobriety & recovery are so unique to everyone. Everyone’s story starts from the same feelings, but recovery is not a one size fits all.

With all of that being said - I feel super good these days. Not in like a manic & overstimulated way, but a sort of quiet peace that comes with feeling like I am really loving myself for all that I have been, all that I am, and all that I will be.

I want to live my life & the idea of all the things I can do is exciting now. I no longer feel (constantly) like I’m drudging through the monotony of life. I know bad days will come. So will good days. Slowly but surely, I am creating new habits that take me further from my past and closer to the light of my future.

I came to the realization that who fucking cares? The world and the people in my life (though with the best of intentions) will tell me who they think I should be. Will tell me how to fit the mold. But I don’t care about fitting the mold anymore. I don’t want to apologize for having needs and existing. I have people who love all the little bits of me and have always loved them, despite my inner critic telling me I have to earn it.

I decide who I am.

I mean, there’s tons of awful fucking people in the world, who are still loved by someone. Like even Hitler had his main squeeze til the final breath. If that’s any consolation lol.

And just from a nerdy math perspective… statistically speaking, there are 8B+ people in the world. If 10 don’t like me or don’t get me, theres 10 more that do!

I trust my inner She to guide me to where I want to be and to attract the people that I need. These days I have faith.

Each day a little better and brighter.

[medea10]

My Review of Engaged to the Unidentified

(a.k.a. Mikakunin de Shinkoukei)

How did I get into this anime? Your guess is as good as mine. I think I saw some memes or heard the opening theme a couple of times that I got curious. Yes, I add animes to my watch-list because of ridiculous reasons like that.

It’s the morning of Kobeni Yonomori’s 16th birthday. She had a feeling that this year was the start of something new because of her age. In this family, she was in for the surprise of her life. Not even 16 for a few hours, her mother drops a bombshell that Kobeni has a fiancé and that he is going to live with them from here on out. This is an arranged marriage brought about by Kobeni’s deceased grandfather. When he was alive, the family was not to go against the grandfather and I guess that’s going to continue now that he’s dead.

Kobeni’s fiancé is named Hakuya Mitsumine. He’s a space-cadet. He’s also NOT a main focus in this show despite all that I just said. That’s because along with Hakuya, his baby sister Mashiro is going to live with the Yonomroi family and attend school with Kobeni and her sister Benio. Who the hell thought of the genius idea of having this nine-year-old attend high school? Anyways, Mashiro is the show-stealer despite this sudden fiancé storyline. Let’s watch the wacky misadventures of two families uniting as one under the pretense of an arranged marriage. And watch Mashiro do cute things that steal the scene.

Oh yeah and Hakuya is some entity that can’t be explained. The entire family is.

BETWEEN THE SUB AND THE DUB: Oh thank God, no dub. Sorry, as of recent I’ve been on the bad end of some pretty abysmal dubs brought on by Sentai Filmworks. Okay, I guess that’s a little mean. I just cringe when I hear noticeably 50-year-olds voicing teenagers. But that’s my gripe for another review. The sub contains quite a few people that I’m not too familiar with. I was totally dumbfounded when I learned that Emiri Katou didn’t voice Mashiro. I swear to God every time that chibi monster opened her trap that was Mayoi from Monogatari. I cannot be the only one who thinks like that. Anyways, here’s what you might recognize these folks from.

*Kobeni is played by Haruka Terui (known for Mei on Yashahime, Momoka on Idolm@ster: CG, and Chihaya on Persona 5)

*Benio is played by Eriko Matsui (known for Nao on Idolm@ster: CG)

*Mashiro is played by Yuuri Yoshida (known for Tomomi on FLCL: Alternative and Lactic Acid on Cells at Work)

*Hakuya is played by Wataru Hatano (known for Gajeel on Fairy Tail, Shinsou on My Hero Academia, Kasanoda on Ouran HSHC, Harvar on Soul Eater, and Spartos on Magi)

SHIPPING: Ooh boy, an arranged marriage. On the plus side, it doesn’t look like this anime is a harem despite the amount of cutesy anime girls. Hakuya seems to recall knowing Kobeni in the past because they played together as children. Kobeni however doesn’t remember. This probably has to do with an accident from childhood that prevents her from remembering long-term or something along those lines. Oh yeah and the fact that Hakuya is some kind of dog creature. Of course, Kobeni wasn’t going to remember. Hakuya seems very loyal to Kobeni and let his feelings out early on that he likes Kobeni. At least this guy likes her for more than just her big bust and child-bearing hips. That little Mashiro is such an imp! But let’s move onto the other part of this.

Sister love! Benio loves her sister Kobeni. She really loves her. It’s almost on a level I haven’t seen since Yuru Yuri. I’ll get to that suspicion soon enough. And when Hakuya and Mashiro moved in, her sights are set on the tiny Mashiro. Mashiro doesn’t like Benio. Kobeni doesn’t care for a lot of Benio’s lovey-dovey onto her either. So, who likes Benio? Fellow classmate and student council member Konoha does. Benio’s underclassmen love her too, but Konoha loves Benio more than life itself.

Konoha loves Benio so much that she even feels threatened by Kobeni. Benio’s own freakin’ sister. Okay, when talking about Benio, that is very understandable. But Konoha eventually set her hatred onto Mashiro. Oh, and she also might be a special entity from the mountains too.

That’s why she decided to be bold and demand that Hakuya marry her.

This series is something else.

SETTLE SOMETHING FOR ME: Indulge me a little, will you? I can’t be the only one thinking the same thing here. Is there some kind of correlation between this anime and Yuru Yuri? Something other than the fact that they are animated by the same company! I know that they are both created by two different people. But I feel like they’re connected. Or not! Maybe it’s just my crazed-mind working again. Benio acts like Akari’s sister on Yuru Yuri. I mean, not as dark and twisted as Akari’s sister, but…no, they’re both pretty depraved on their sister-love. Give Benio some credit. She has never worn her sister’s underwear over her head while spooning a body pillow with her sister on it. Also, have you seen Mayuru? She looks like Chitose from Yuru Yuri! Kobeni also has a bit of a resemblance to Akari. It can’t just be that they’re both animated by Doga Kobo studios. It just can’t!

Doga Kobo, thank God you guys are doing Oshi no Ko right now. Because I’ve been ready to judge you guys intensely after watching this.

OVAS: The first OVA has Kobeni and everyone else go to a hot spring. It’s 12 minutes long. Nothing affecting the plot happens here. The second OVA has Kobeni and Mashiro talk about their youth. It’s 12 minutes long. Nothing affecting the plot happens here...

...Although Kobeni wanted to grow up to be a sexual deviant. We can blame Benio for that.

ENDING: There were a lot of dilemmas going down with the characters. Hakuya was trying to think of a good White Day gift for Kobeni. Kobeni has been dealing with her feelings towards Hakuya and if she really likes him. The recent stuff with Konoha wanting to marry Hakuya has really gotten her. There was also a little guilt between the two potential love birds as Kobeni has seen a scar that Hakuya keeps hidden. He got it the day Kobeni got hurt as a child. Kobeni feels guilty that she caused this and Hakuya is just guilty over not being able to protect Kobeni in the first place.

Meanwhile, Benio has gotten a little more territorial with Kobeni (especially when Hakuya was around). And as for Mashiro, she decided to do some roof-hopping since it was dusk one day. But someone at her school (the school gossip of all people) might have caught a glimpse of her. Regular humans aren’t supposed to know of the mountain entities. This incident could have been the driving factor in both Hakuya and Mashiro disappearing at the end of episode 11. They’re gone. All their shit is gone too. Even the mother and sister are worried.

Turns out Hakuya and Mashiro went back home for a bit. They took their clothes and books back to change out since a new session of school was starting soon. But it wasn’t found out until Kobeni made the trek up to the mountains in search of the brother and sister. And then falls ill with a fever! You know, all of this could have been prevented if Hakuya just left a note or text message. And not a cryptic message he left on Kobeni’s phone. This boy is seriously the winner of spaciest cadet in all of anime history.

In her feverish haze, Kobeni ends up wandering off on her own while Mashiro and Hakuya were searching for items for her fever. This turn of events turned into an almost déjà vu moment as Kobeni almost ended up falling off a cliff. Hakuya saved her in time. The last time this happened, Kobeni was horribly injured and Hakuya gave her half of his own powers. After being saved, we do get this sweet scene between Hakuya and Kobeni. They don’t fully say “I love you” or anything like that. But they do want to be there for each other and not hide anything. Kobeni is safe. Everyone goes home.

My first impression of this show was that I was in for a moe anime where cute anime girls do cute things. I remember thinking that when I would see clips of the opening theme. Most of that opening is very misleading. But then I saw a male in the main cast and thought, “Shit, it’s a harem”. It was not. Although, there is no other romance to speak of with the rest of the cast. And then we add this supernatural crap of Hakuya and Mashiro being special entities that live in the mountains. I’m throwing up my hands and calling it a day. I was not expecting any of this and I am okay with that. What I got was better than what I was expecting. Keep in mind, I was not expecting much to begin with.

I think this is an okay story to watch if you’re looking for a short series to occupy your mind before you go onto bigger animes. It’s just that if you’re not a fan of precocious little girls with an attitude, you might have a disdain for one of the main characters. In my case, yeah, Mashiro did get on my nerves. But it was tolerable.

If you would like to watch Engaged to the Unidentified, Hidive has every episode available for streaming.

[ramblinganthropologist]

Writober 22 - 26 (Pumpkin)

Summary: It’s time for the Inquisition Halloween party, and Jackel has her eye on the crowd. Will she take home best solo costume... or will she stab the nerd who was dumb enough to dress as Harry Potter in 9:40 Dragon? Regardless... Trevy and Ian have this one in the bag for the pair costume. How could they not - they do bones.

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The best part about Halloween parties was that nobody was watching the candy.

Jackel had probably stored half her weight in candy, and thanks to her costume she had room for plenty more. When it came to choosing what to wear, proper storage was always a must. She wouldn’t be caught dead being unable to carry as much as she could.

Plus, nobody ever expected the moving pumpkin to stab them if it came down to it.

Right then, she had situated herself a healthy distance from the snacks, high up in the rafters in order to watch the goings on. Most of the Inquisition had decided to attend, wearing a variety of costumes that ranged from boring to ‘at least you tried’ in her mind. What could she say, she was a picky person.

“Next year Kaas needs to put requirements down or something. I’ve seen way too many knights.” She rolled her eyes as she grabbed a piece of candy and popped it into her mouth without even so much as crinkling the wrapper to alert that she was there. Though she doubted the humans on the ground could hear her, it was the principle of the thing. She was an assassin – nobody was supposed to know she was there.

“Nobody ever said Templars were creative, Jack.”

The elf cocked her eyebrow. She honestly hadn’t expected anyone to answer her due to the whole hiding in the rafters thing. Yet there was no denying a familiar voice was chatting with her from close by.

“Trevy?” She craned her neck. “Did you finish your costume?”

She had to admit, curiosity had gotten the better of her. The mage had been rather secretive about her costume choice, squirreling it away whenever anyone asked. Clearly, someone was gunning to win the costume contest. Given how much candy the winner got, Jackel could respect that.

More importantly, she wanted to see.

“Yeah, I’m coming over. Ian’s already downstairs anyway. He got away from me while I was finishing up my makeup.”

Her voice was coming from the stairs. The elf craned her neck, trying to spot her friend. Possibilities ran through her mind – a fairy princess, maybe? She could definitely imagine flowy fabric, maybe wings and a shit ton of glitter that would take ages and multiple showers to remove. Trevy was pretty femme when it came down to aesthetic choices, and pink was her favorite color. The two seemed to go together.

However… reality was a different story.

Jackel blinked at the sight of the woman standing in front of her. Trevy had swapped her dresses for tight black pants and a shirt, showing off her rather impressive muscles. She had a fake sword strapped to her back, and her face was painted like a skull. Add in the messily styled red wig and ridiculously anime sunglasses perched on the bridge of her nose, and there was really only one person she could have been.

“You didn’t tell me you were going as Gideon!”

The mage chuckled as she leaned on the railing. “Yeah, I wanted it to be a surprise. Do I look ok?”

“You look ready to kick some necromancer ass.” Jackel leapt from her spot on the rafters to land on her friend’s shoulders. “Nice job on the wig by the way, definitely looks real.”

Red was a decent color on her honestly. Brown was better, but it was a look alright.

Trevy chuckled at that – only natural, considering she was a necromancer. “Thanks, Ian helped me. You should see him, though!”

She pointed, and Jackel’s eyes followed her finger down to the floor below. In one of the corners, she spotted Krem chatting with someone. Bull’s right hand was dressed as a pirate – most of the Chargers were. They weren’t creative unfortunately, but it was one hell of a theme. If she had to guess, he was the first mate, but her attention was drawn to the one next to him.

“Is Ian wearing fake tits?”

The other necromancer was also dressed in black, face painted in a different skull design than his usual affair. His enhanced chest was cradled by bones – possibly real ones, knowing him – and his black wig hung into his face. It was a miracle he wasn’t getting paint on it, but as everyone knew he was the master of sealing his makeup.

Trevy chuckled as she nodded. “He wanted to commit to being Harrow. I told him he would’ve been fine without them, but you know him. If he’s going to pull up skeleton hands, he wants to make sure they’ve got something to grasp.”

She smiled. “Think we got a chance at the pair contest?”

Based on what she had seen from the rafters… yeah, they were going to knock it out of the park.

“Unless the chargers all participate, I think you’ve got it in the bag.” Jackel noticed Josephine approaching the stage. “Up, better get your necromancer. Time for the Ninth House to represent.”

With that, she jumped off the mage’s shoulders and took up a spot on the railing. She watched Trevy approach her cousin, and the two high fived. Then they headed towards where the groups were gathering.

Lucky them – the Chargers were sitting it out.

Honestly, the pair competition was pretty disappointing. Jackel had a love-hate with couple costumes, and most of them were piss poor. She especially booed at the Bella and Edward duo of Inquisition scouts – get better fucking taste, nerds – but then her attention was drawn. The mood had shifted.

“Next up, we have… Aeronwen and Ian Trevelyan!”

Trevy and Ian approached the stage, the smaller necromancer taking it first. The air hummed with power as he summoned his bones, allowing them to glow in front of him. Then he turned towards his partner, nodding his head.

“Nav, show them what the Ninth House does!”

The prop sword slid from its sheath as Trevy took her position, pushing up her sunglasses with practiced ease as she moved. With an uncharacteristically cocky grin spread across her face, she held out the sword to the crowd, the tip glowing with dark energy.

“We do bones, motherfucker!”

Then she swung down, taking the same fighting pose Jackel had seen Owain attempting in the courtyard when he wasn’t cleaning horse shit. Both figures on stage were smirking now, fully committed to their roles of cavalier and necromancer.

Naturally, the crowd fucking lost their shit. After all, it’s not every day you hear the head librarian say motherfucker.

It took some time for the audience to calm down, but eventually Ian and Trevy accepted their applause with broad grins. Then the bones went away, as did the sword as they left the stage for the next pair to appear.

Jackel found the necromancer first, climbing onto her shoulder. “Did you steal those moves off shit brain?”

Trevy giggled as she put her sunglasses away – probably because humans couldn’t see in a regular room with them on. Thanks to that, the elf realized she had also gotten colored contacts to complete the look. “I watched him and Blackwell in the training yard. Would’ve used Krem, but somebody kept distracting him when I wanted to study.”

Ian whistled an innocent note as he looked away. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, Aery.”

Sure, he didn’t… and Jackel was a dwarf.

Still, it was clear they didn’t have much competition in the pair group. As a matter of fact, the folks after them looked downright intimidated by their display. Maybe that came with using actual necromancy… but all was fair in love, war, and costume contests in her personal opinion.

“Could sign ups for the individual group please approach the stage? We’ll be starting soon!”

Josephine’s voice carried over the crowd of excited partygoers, prompting Jackel to pick up her head. For once, she climbed off Trevy’s shoulders and approached the group waiting to get on stage. Amid the zombies, video game characters, and someone lame enough to be Harry fucking Potter, she stood out for sure.

Good. She was in the mood to win.

Because of that, she didn’t wait for her turn. As soon as Josephine took the stage, dressed as a fairytale princess no less, Jackel hopped up and held out her hand. Wordlessly, the ambassador handed over the mic, almost as if she expected it.

Turning on her heel, Jackel faced the crowd and remarked in a deadpan, roundabout way. “I’m a Jackel Lantern.”

Then she dropped the mic back into Josephine’s hand as a round of laughter broke out among the crowd. It was easy to pick out Trevy’s mirth from the rest, especially because the mage was doubled over and laughing so hard she was probably going to hurt something.

“Just making sure, this isn’t a side-effect is it? Do I gotta get a healer or something?”

The mage shook her head, still giggling. “N-no, I- “

Ian finished for her, shaking his head as he watched her lean against a nearby wall. “Aery has always been a sucker for dumb puns.”

There was a begrudging admiration in his tone, though, so Jackel could only nod. With any luck, there would be other dumb pun appreciators in the crowd, enough that she could swing the vote away from the fucking nerd dressed as Harry Potter.

Seriously, who the fuck dressed as Harry Potter in 9:40 and why was it always someone who used to be a Templar that had such terrible taste?

“I am a connoisseur of puns, thank you very much.” Trevy straightened, wiping her eyes. She must have used the same makeup Ian did for his regular paint because none of the skull wiped off in the process. “And I think you should win. You were the best one.”

With such a ringing endorsement, Jackel couldn’t help but feel satisfied as she climbed back up onto her friend’s shoulders to watch the competition. In the end, it didn’t matter – she was going to steal the candy no matter who won. But at least she had gotten some laughs out of it.

More importantly, she was at the perfect height to intimidate people into voting for her friends. After all, she could multitask. With any luck, they’d be taking home the crown and enough candy for the three of them.

Intimidation and sweets – truly, Halloween was her favorite holiday. Now, if only she could work some assassinations into it…

Too bad she was committed to being a Jackel Lantern, otherwise she’d totally go for Assassin’s Creed next year. It be easier to stab people.

[mammonsbby]

matching halloween costumes- obey me! hcs

Warning: Cursing Characters: Brothers/Sides x GN!MC (Luke's is platonic of course!) Words: 1544

✨My Masterlist✨

Lucifer

He literally doesn’t have time for this. He’s busy MC, please stop bugging him about matching costumes. He’s not dressing up for Halloween and that’s final!

Is absolutely appalled when you roll up dressed exactly like him, black wig and all. Everyone finds it hilarious that there’s a tiny, human Lucifer running around.

“Exactly what is it you’re supposed to be? Ah, the Avatar of Pride, who doesn’t have time for Halloween… Carry on.” (Proceeds to follow you around all evening, even though he was sooooo busy. He’s proud alright? And you’re so cute?)

Mammon

Fuckin’ loves this time of year. He will absolutely wear matching costumes with you! (He’ll try to claim he’s only doing it out of necessity. That, if you get lost, he can point to himself and say ‘where’s my other half?’ *cue blushing mess*)

What do you wanna be? Bonnie and Clyde? Bank robbers? Pirates? No?

Oh… Wait, you wanna be a vampire and his victim? Uh, sign him up, motherfucker’s got his teeth on your neck before you finish the sentence. (He’s only adding detail to the costume, chill out human.)

Might “borrow” Lucifer’s cape to complete the look.

“Hey MC! Do you think we could get into the Demon Lord’s Castle dressed like this? This cape has pockets…” (You have to convince him that, no, you’re not disguised that well. He’s wearing his older brother’s coat.)

Leviathan

Eh, he can wear cosplay at cons anytime of the year. What’s the big deal about Halloween? Where you have to go outside and talk to people? Puh-lease MC.

Oh… you want to…. Wear… You want to match with him?!

Bitch grabbed his sewing machine at the speed of light!

You wanna be Henry and the Lord of Shadows, right? Or, maybe some anime couple! That would be cool. N-not that it has to be a couple! But… you know… Sailor Moon and Tuxedo Mask… that would be cool right?

“MC, I, uh, kinda need to measure you so I can make your costume. I know it’s weird but— Y-you don’t mind?” (Proceeds to drop the measuring tape four times because he accidentally touched your bare skin. Dork.)

Satan

Yeah, okay, he can do that. He’s always wanted someone to match costumes with, but… none of his brothers ever dress up as anything interesting.

Perhaps you could be characters from a romance novel? Or a detective and his sidekick? Oh… you have something in mind already?

A cat-themed superhero. And his love interest? Do go on, MC. He’d love to hear more.

“Okay, so… what do I say when it’s time? My catchphrase? Right. Cataclysm!” (He wishes that would work on Lucifer.)

Asmodeus

He’s definitely gonna match with you! He starts planning before you can finish asking. What the fuck is the point of Halloween if you can’t be cute with your S.O.?

You could be fairies! Or cheerleaders! Or if you want to win the cutest costume contest, you could dress up as him and he as you. ;)

You like the faerie idea? Faeries it is!

He insists on doing your makeup. And picking out jewelry to match your costumes. And takes 2,000 pics for Devilgram. And-

“MC~! I think my fake wings are slipping off. Wanna give me a hand with them? Thank you dear~ Oh, it seems like yours are coming off as well. Can’t have that.” (*proceeds to wrap his arms around you to 'fix' your wings, which were perfect to begin with*)

Beelzebub

You wanna match? That’s fine. He doesn’t care. Give the boy some candy and he’ll do whatever you want. You wanna be something food related? Might not be the best idea. He might nibble your costume… just a bit. Hey, authentic bite marks!

But, yeah, okay, you can be a burger and fries. And Beel will definitely rope Belphie into being a drink. And the three of you are a combo meal. :)

“MC, do you think we could stop at Hell’s Kitchen on the way to the party? You look so tasty, it’s making me hungry.” (You get some food and keep a bag of candy with you all night, because being dressed as the Avatar of Gluttony's favorite food... isn't the best idea...)

Belphegor

Bitch please. Putting on a costume takes effort and this sleepy asshole ain’t doing it.

Unless… he changes form and you wear a cow onesie. That’s as much as you’re getting out of him.

“Beel… what are you doing with that drink costume?” (*scared cow noises*)

All Brothers

As always, any time your attention is up for grabs, the brothers are fighting over who gets to match with you. And… Well, what are you to do but start frantically googling group costume ideas?

You find that there aren’t many good choices for eight people. So you tell them all to vote between superheroes and Carebears. And… okay, maybe you rigged the voting. :)

And now they’re arguing over who gets to be who. Good luck assigning bears to brothers, MC.

“Okay, okay. Guys stop! I’m picking! Lucifer: Grumpy Bear, Mammon: Good Luck Bear, Levi: Wish Bear, Satan: Funshine Bear, Asmo: Love-a-lot Bear, Beel: Tenderheart Bear, Belphie: Bedtime Bear. And I’ll be Cheer Bear!” (*grumbling from Lucifer*)

Diavolo

It’s his birthday. And he’s always incredibly busy, but once you mention matching outfits, he’s more than happy to sneak away for a bit!

You can’t figure out what to dress up as, because it would be sort of… inappropriate for the prince of the devildom to wear something childish.

So, you just find the fanciest clothes possible and go as a fellow royal. He still thinks it’s wonderful, even if he’s just wearing his regular clothes.

“MC, you look…” (He loses himself for a moment because holy shit. You look ethereal.)

Barbatos

Sadly, he has no time for that. His job never stops. He’s serving at Diavolo’s birthday bash/ Halloween party.

You take him by surprise though when you show up dressed as a maid to match him. He’s utterly taken aback. Especially when you wordlessly pick up a tray to help.

“MC, you look… Well, I’d hire you anytime.” (*invites you to the kitchen to taste test something really quick*)

Simeon

Being an angel, he’s never really done much for Halloween. However, he’d love to match with you, as long as it’s nothing provocative.

When you suggest he dress as a demon and you an angel, he laughs. It’s a cute idea. Luke is, of course, horrified, but he goes through with it, going so far as wearing a headband with horns and a pair of fake wings.

“Come now, Luke. Don’t you think we look good?” (Luke: *searches for holy water*)

You don a plastic halo and wings made from cardboard and craft feathers, but he’s still amazed.

“MC, you could easily pass as an angel. You look divine.” (The two of you get some strange looks, but you’re both adorable.)

Luke

Everyone knows how anti-demon Luke is. But he’s excited to match with you!

The most you can convince him to do is ghosts. Traditional sheets-with-holes-for-eyes ghosts. Being a ghost turns out to be quite fun. Especially when you text Mammon and ask to let Luke scare him.

“Did you see that?! The Avatar of Greed nearly started crying; he was so scared of us!” (He’s positively giddy all night and you have to stop him from eating too many sweets.)

Solomon

He’s amused that you’d want to match with him. And before he can suggest anything, you declare that you’re going to be a witch and he will be your familiar. Deal with it, magic boy.

You think he won’t do it, but he shows up with cat ears and a tail, the product a spell. And a drawn-on cat nose.

You laugh so hard your pointed hat falls off and he retrieves it for you with a ‘meow.’

“MC, I’m honestly quite worried this spell won’t wear off by morning. I think I may have done something wrong.” (He stays by your side all night, meowing anytime someone gets too close.)

All Sides

You decide that, since your housemates are currently killing each other over who gets to match with you, you’ll do a group costume with the boys from Purgatory Hall and the Royals to teach them a lesson.

They all agree to let you pick something. And though they’ve never heard of the characters, you pick the cast of Scooby Doo.

Dia: Fred, Barb: Daphne, Solomon: Velma, Simeon: Shaggy, Luke: Scooby. A dog, much to his chagrin. You’ll be a Hex Girl or your favorite villain from the show.

“Well, let’s… wait. How does it go? Let’s split up gang! I have work to do.”

Deep sigh, “creepers. I… MC, this is ridiculous.”

“Jinkies! I sure hope that no one takes a photo of me in a skirt. Asmodeus, that means you.”

“Zoinks. I don’t think I look great in green, MC.”

“I’m not saying it, MC! I don’t care if it’s his catchphrase! I’m not a dog and this isn’t fair and—“

(No one knows who you are, but you still have a great time. And after the party, you promise Luke that you’ll never make him a dog again.)

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[hamliet]

What ur thoughts on Justin's love for Brian? Do u think Justin would move on from Brian and have a life with someone else?

Yay, a QAF ask! (The struggle of discovering a story and wanting to talk everyone's ear off about it, but you're like, 20 years late.)

Are you asking if I think Justin could or that he would? I genuinely don't think he would, but he could. The point is that Justin would choose Brian. That was his motivation throughout the series: he chose Brian, and then he had to figure out what that meant. (Justin ditching Brian in season 2 was a poor choice in some ways, but was also clearly a choice that thematically links to their decision not to get married in season 5--loving someone shouldn't cost you yourself.)

Having Justin suddenly be like "ahhh nvm Brian isn't worth it", even offscreen, would be thematically disastrous given the main crux of Brian's issues being that he does not, in fact, think he's worthy of love or even life itself thanks to his dad wishing he was never born.

The ending of season 5 was not that. Justin kept insisting that they would see each other constantly. He still chooses Brian. Brian has doubts because he's still scared, but QAF is always gonna go with the choice and hope option over the fear option.

I mean, I've talked multiple times about the ending, but I think the implication is clear--and that was before I found out the writers confirmed that they intended to write them staying together. It's open enough to where people can draw their own conclusions, but I think you have to neglect a ton of context clues and write them off as "random" (when nothing in a story should be random assuming best writing--granted, most stories, even QAF, don't always do this, but it's the general assumption) to come to that conclusion.

I mean, you could conclude that they ended up just as fond memories to each other. But you'd be neglecting a hell of a lot of context, and transporting the story's genre into gritty, even cyclical realism, when it was always more of an optimistic coming-of-age survival story with elements of a fairy tale. (It's not like the story directly called out its fairy tale optimism several times--oh wait it did reference fairy tales, and superhero comic books, and magic, and even had a ghostly apparition in Vic appearing in Brian's dreams.)

Anyways, to conclude that they don't end up together, I think people have to read their own experiences and preferences into the story, which admittedly we all do to an extent, but to a degree where I'd say they're ceasing to view it as a crafted story. I do think the authorial intent was clear.

Why did the narrative specifically call out Brian not returning the rings?

Why was the pattern of every single relationship in season 5 separating, but then coming back together even when things looked impossible (Melanie and Lindsay, Blake and Ted, Emmett and whoever that was, Hunter with Ben and Michael)?

What about the motif of home between Justin and Brian that got multiple shout-outs in every season? (I need to write a meta about this!)

Why did the story talk consistently in almost every season about Brian's life goal being moving to New York? (The thing is, Brian shouldn't move to New York out of fear or because he has no other options. That's not the message of QAF. It should be his choice, and I think it was set up to likely be precisely that.)

Season 4, imo, sets up the ending for us. Justin's about to fly back to Hollywood, but he still waits at the finish line to see Brian (who lags behind everyone else). Michael helps Brian, but Brian almost gives up just in sight of the finish line--until he sees Justin waiting for him. Then, he gathers himself and pushes across the line. The metaphor was so on the nose. Yeah, Justin will then leave for a bit, just like he will at the end of season 5, but Brian will keep moving forward for him. And as if the writers wanted to assuage our fears brought by their very own theme of "you don't know what tomorrow brings; all we have is the present," they included ghostly Vic appearing in Brian's dreams in the finale of season 4 promising Brian that he'd have a "lot more" years left. They'll get there.

So, I think Justin's love for Brian was a choice--one everything about his character and the show's themes demonstrate he'll continue to make.

[minzart]

OG twst cast meets fairy tale twst cast. that's it. im levitating because the og actually got their issues solved so it's like a trip in the past?

Basicaly the OGs boys: please... no more... I already got out of my depressed fase please

Seven man feel out the sky and someone help them WHY DO THEY LOOK IDENTICALY-

First of all. RIP Malleus table AGAIN

Yuu burst in the second they hear crashing and... the FT.boys are desperately saying IT WASN'T US THIS TIME WE SWEAR-

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Grimm, our Grimm, their Grimm, is the first to just JUMP AT THEM FULL FORCE FOR ONCE "YUUUUUU!"

Yuu: guys? Ow- *they are crushed beneath hugs* ... I missed you too...

Haha... does someone else feels a very palpable energy coming from the corner? Oh right... the others

It's very... tense... FT.boys just got attached to Yuu in this... one year(?) They were there and their worst nightmare became reality... can't they have a nice thing for once? They feel awkward... like looking in a mirror and seeing the better half of yourself but different

OG.boys were Panicking when one of them went to visit (Grimm), and.. were's Yuu? Grimm for.the love of seven were the hell is Yuu???? Took so long, and a effort of the seven powerful students to finaly get there, one year, one fucking year that they never gave up, and finaly there they are, alive, and well and-.... of course why are they surprised at all

OG Riddle and FT Riddle: of all the boys, FT Riddle actually gets along with his other self, OG Riddle got anger management, and seven he finaly talked to his mother, it's way more tolerable living at home after that, he gets to have tea with himself (after NRC he isn't surprised, all sorts of crazy thing had happened since Yuu got there, why bother?)

They bond over the incompetence of their (ex) subordinates, and FT kinda gets a second hand scold tips from OG, coming from yourself of another dimension kinda hits more close, like your conscience smacking you head for you being dumb

OG Leona and FT Leona: OG Leona just asks Yuu if he was that insufferable, yes, yes you were, but you got better, this guy on the other hand never had someone to distract him of his depression for him to see, even if for one second, that others really care and his mind is playing tricks on him

FT is still in denial that he likes Yuu's company, he mops around and doesn't bother to talk to his other self, OG, in a good mood, initiate the talk instead, and... yeah, it's way less terrible than it could have been

OG Azul and FT Azul: OG Azul just cringes at his other self fakeness, it's just. Why? They are literally the same person... though the lights show are cool... he'll need to see how he can implement those at his office back home

It's two theater kids talking, everyone can hear and fell that something is up the second both themed up for something, yeah FT Azul doesn't trust OG not for a moment, but he ain't letting this opportunity go, maybe he can succeed were his other self failed... never mind it was Yuu... wait he has Yuu on his side tho

OG Jamil and FT Jamil: both bond over a stress called Kalim, the ones who get along very quickly once the wariness worns out, OG Jamil trys to encourage his counterpart to... travel... it's way better than being stuck in the place that hurts him so much, and he knows Kalim is the same as ever after their talk

FT Jamil doesn't belive he can be tealy free after all those years he's been serving, he envies OG for his freedom and at the same time is happy that some version of him can be free at all... a flicker of hope surged in his soul even if he doesn't notices, maybe... just maybe, he can be free too

OG Vil and FT Vil: oh seven help them, they don't get along at all, they just don't click, OG Vil is passing through his grudge with Neige and they can actually be called friends in some way now, but FT Vil, oh FT is offended that he could ever be in good terms with that naive and stupid child

OG doesn't even try to argue, he knows himself too well for this peep talk to work anyway, they saddle with a more common ground for Yuu's sake, like Epel who seems the same troublemaker in both realities, or Rook's constant pursue of beauty

OG Idia and FT Idia: hello, have a good day, *stays in comfortable silence*, they just, hang out very... quietly, OG Idia has no idea in how to fix some of his insues that he see in his other self, and FT Idia is mostly praying that he doesn't need to interact

But surprisingly, at the end of the day, they both end up talking bc of Ortho and technology, FT is rather interest in making the underworld more comfortable for himself, and OG is more than happy to share somethings he know how to rebuild from his own home

OG Malleus and FT Malleus: two sensitive and prideful bitches... Yuu has to play the mediator with them more than the others this time, it's super easy for both to slide in a sarcastic tone and offend the other. OG Malleus notices how proper and out of here this other self look, and wonders if that's what would happen if he hadn't learned how to open up

FT Malleus is... jealous, for noones surprise, of his other self social skills, they are exactly the same but different bc of one thing the other had and this didn't.... they find common ground in Lilia and Yuu... it's easier to ignore their open hostility when the subject is embarrassing the child of man

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All in all FT boys don't want to lose their first openly anchor and OG boys want their friend back, specially after they notices that those counterparts are way more cruel than they were back in the day, when those insues were more prominent, it's tense, specialy if the FTs talk about their evil plan and if they did something similar in the OG reality (OG boys sweat at overblot mention)

Ah yes, cat fight, the Grimms want Yuu's sole attention, they will die for their pets and food, eventually they settle down and start a silent war, they compete in every little thing, Yuu has a cat in their shoulders and another in their head RIP yuu's back

Yuu is way buddy buddy with the FTs to teh OGs opinion, but they won't voice their concerns... just start working harder to distract Yuu

Only seven knows what is holding back the FTs to cause murder at some points, maybe it's Yuu's presence, maybe it's the satisfaction they gain once the OGs seen that Yuu likes them better

RIP FT first year gang, Sebek almost passes out before two young masters

Lilia is vibrating to the next dimension LOOK AT HOW HIS BOY WILL BE AFTER SOME YEARS, SUCH A HANDSOME YOUNG MAN, LOOK AT HIS SOCIAL'S SKILLS!

Ortho is ecstatic, bc now he has TWO BIG BROTHERS

Epel wants to punch both Vils in the face so many times during the day, but is taken back and is extremely suspicious of OG Vil's more... mercifull nature

Rook is having a field day with poetry spilling from his mouth with such passion, metaphors and parallels don't stop coming from his mouth for months

Kalim is confused but happy nonetheless, and he's learning things he never knew Jamil felt, behind scenes he thinks very hard about OGs words and actions, maybe he can lessen his Jamil's burden in some way?

The leech twins are going to town in both Azul's, they are rather curious about the diferences and about their other self's

Ruggie is surprised that OG Leona does someting to help oddly enough, someone should learn from themself and cook for once he won't be here forever y'know

Jack brains goes full on admiration mode, he's really happy that OG seems so... there? Here? Present. Gives him hope that FT can be like that, he tries to understand more of Leona so he can help in anyway

Trey is shocked to see two Riddles, and that he is a dear childhood friend of OGs nonetheless

Cater is rolling with it like it's another Saturday, normal bullshit in wonderland anyways~ he will never admits that OGs diferent approach at him isn't making him feel better... almost like he saw the true him

Deuce is very pround of himself when OG praises him and tell him about his other self, his mother's pride, of any universe, is aways a welcome bust, he wonders if he can, in some way or another, awake his other self unique magic

Ace is already getting on OGs nerves and is shocked to see that OGs response is a fondness bickering, he only wanted to get on his nerves bc he isn't queen and boy does he wants to tell a bunch of stuff to FT Riddle

[thebattleofstarcourt]

Both sound very nice! But I think the first one appeals most to me!!!

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eddie munson x gn!reader

warnings: none

a/n: the fact that eddie’s age doesn’t make sense is not my fault it’s the duffers! but since dubious aging kind of goes against my own personal morality, eddie and steve are the same age/year and reader is the same age/year as nancy and robin.

crashing on the wheeler’s basement couch shouldn’t have been as relaxing as it was, but, surprisingly, it was the best sleep you’ve gotten since this vecna shit started in the first place. no threats of your favorite little moody redhead getting possessed by the upside-down’s new big-bad, and you barely had to think about the fact that your old best friend was being framed for murder. well, at least until —

“henderson! henderson – fuck – i’ve got a problem here!”

you sighed and picked up the walkie that was buzzing on the coffee table. “eddie?” you asked, yawning into the receiver.

“yeah, yeah, shit.” he said, lowering his voice to a whisper. “i’m gonna need some back up over here.”

“what’s wrong?” you asked, sitting up abruptly.

“i’m, like, 99% sure jason carver and his goons are here to gut me like a fish.” he said, his shallow breathing echoing loudly in the mic. “i saw some headlights and when they opened the doors i heard that shitty fucking wham! song–”

“shit.” you jumped up and quickly grabbed steve’s keys from the table, practically bulldozing yourself out the wheeler’s house.

“well, i dont know if they’re gonna gut me. maybe they’ll snap all my bones in half like a glowstick, or something.”

“eddie, calm down.” you said. “i’ll be there in 10, so just shut the hell up and stay low, okay?”

you took the silence as an affirmation and started the car.

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to absolutely no one’s surprise, eddie munson did not stay low.

and that’s precisely what ended up getting the two of you stranded at (the make-out rock). you both sat underneath the sledge of rock, soggy and breathless, from your swim in the lake. your ill-fitting t-shirt you stole from mike’s closet stuck to your chest like a hungry leech, and gave absolutely no insolation to the cool night air on your drenched skin. just as you were about to complain about the goosebumps travelling up your arms, you looked over at eddie, whose leather jacket and jean vest combo made the wetness look that much more uncomfortable.

“you should take your jackets off.” you told him. “those can’t be comfortable.”

he noticed your shivering and shrugged off his leather jacket and handed it to you. “if you wanted my jacket you could’ve just asked.”

“i didn’t just want the jacket,” you said, throwing it onto your back. “although this feels better.”

he let out a quiet laugh and started fiddling with the rings on his fingers.

“where did you get them?” 

“huh?”

“the rings,” you pointed at them. “where’d you get them?”

“oh,” he said. “uh, mostly flea markets and shit.” he took off the silver pig’s head and showed it to you. “wayne got me this one for my 18th. he found it at a pawn shop i think.”

“they look cool.” you said. “adds to the whole, badass metal thing you’ve got going on.”

“thanks.” he snorted. “i decided to really throw myself into the look after i grew my hair out.”

“yeah,” you said. “i’m glad you did. you always wanted to look like ozzy osborne.”

he laughed. “it’s hard to look like ozzy with a buzzcut.”

“i’m sure you could’ve made it work.” you said. “hey, do you remember the time in 7th grade when we stole your dad’s weed and smoked it out of an apple?”

“oh, of course. we got so stoned we could barely move.” he said. “do you remember the time you dressed up like a fairy for my birthday party?”

“it was dungeons and dragons themed!”

“you wore glittery wings from the halloween store.”

“well, it’s not like you would help me pick out the costume!”

“that would’ve ruined the surprise,” he said.

“yeah, yeah.” you rolled your eyes. “you know, i’ve still got the crown you made me for it.”

his eyes widened. “seriously?” he asked. “how the hell is that still intact?”

“whenever it breaks i tape it back together,” you said.

“oh,” he said.

“is that surprising?” you laughed.

“a little.” he admitted. “kind of assumed you’d throw it away or something.”

“of course not.” you said. “that’s still, like, the sweetest thing someone’s ever given to me.”

“it’s made out of stotch tape and sticks i found in my backyard.” he deadpanned.

“but you made it for me,” you said. “and don’t sell yourself short, munson. you glued on this beautiful, big red jewel on it. it was like, the highlight of my 12 year-old life.”

“what’d do your friends say about it?” he asked.

“i don’t think they’ve seen it.” you said. “i keep it in a box under my bed.”

“ah,” he pursed his lips, “yeah, that’s about right.”

“what’s that supposed to mean?” you asked.

“it means that it would’ve been weird for you, the monarch of hawkins high, to have satanic memorabilia on display.” he wiggled his fingers at the reference of his favorite board game.

“c’mon, eddie.” you said. “you know i’m not like that.”

“how am i supposed to know?” he asked. “we were friends in middle school before you got all hot and cool and then we… weren’t.” 

“well, it’s not like you made an effort to talk to me.” you defended.

he laughed. “yeah, ‘cause me walking over to the popular table with kids like jason carver – who is literally trying to kill me right now, might i add – would’ve turned out peachy keen.”

“you’re… probably right.” you sighed, putting your face in your hands. “fuck, i’m sorry eddie. i should’ve done something–”

“woah, slow down.” he said, pulling your hands away. “i don’t blame you, like at all. i didn’t expect you to stand up for me just because we were friends when we were 12.”

“doesn’t mean it wasn’t fucked up of me not to.” you said. “i just… wanted to be liked so bad, i just kinda… forgot who i was. like, one day i woke up and became totally unrecognizable.” you laughed. “and then this whole upside-down shit happened, and i thought if i started filling up all my time with football games and parties then no one would be able to tell that i was so… not normal.” 

“high school’s the fuckin’ worst. being popular and shit seems like it’s life or death but nothing matters once we’re out of it.” he said, pulling his long hair between his fingers. “but, if it’s worth anything, i’ve always liked you.”

you snorted. “seriously?”

“yeah.” he nodded. “always.”

“i kind of thought you hated me,” you admitted.

“i kind of thought the same thing.”

“never.” you shook your head. “even when you’re standing on the lunch tables i always think you’re cool. way cooler than me, or jason, or harrington.”

his cheeks flushed at your words, he hid it with a tamed smirk. “wow,” he said. “the town freak being cooler than the basketball and swim team captain? you better hold off before my ego gets even bigger.”

“you’ve got more guts than carver for sure. standing up for what you believe in even when you know people are gonna shit on you? that’s cooler than throwing balls into laundry baskets.”

he laughed. “glad you appreciated that one, i was sitting on it for a while.”

you smiled, looking over at his big brown eyes for the first time that night. despite the fact that his hair was still drenched, and his once white baseball tee was now a dingy brown color, he still wore this charm that made him look permanently alluring. you don’t know if it was the shit you’ve just gone through, the heavy conversation, or the old crush you used to have on him resurfacing for the first time in 6 years, but you couldn’t help but melt in his sweet gaze.   

“you think – ya’ know, once this vecna shit’s all over – i could, maybe, come over sometime?”

“you asking me to hang out?”

“yeah, i,” you faltered. “i kinda miss hanging out and smoking with you.”

he grinned, teeth and everything. “i’d love that.”

“that means you can’t die on me, alright?” you said. “no more dumb decisions.”

“i think i can manage that.”