#this was a fun little self indulgent project

[vaniccio]

i'm only fighting gods today (1/?) In which Genesis learns that the measure of a hero is not by who he defeats but by who he protects, and the Warrior of Light alters the course of another star by doing what they do best: inspiring hope in those around them—and hitting things really hard. (Post Endwalker, Pre-Crisis Core.)   Ao3 Link here. Image credit here.

"Attention, passengers: the train will be arriving shortly. Please mind the gap.” 

Mihren’s eyes blearily crack open. Yawning, she jostles as the train rolls to a halt and remains seated as others idly gather their belongings.

A moon ago the shrill of grating metal always sparked a headache. A moon ago everything sparked a headache, as though her mere presence here chafed against some fundamental law of existence. These days the noise felt akin to more of a dull buzz. 

‘So. What’s next for our humble adventurer?’ 

‘That’s simple. Something new, of course.’

Once the passenger car doors open, she adjusts the bag slung across her shoulder and shuffles out after the crowd. 

Of course the next leg of her adventure wouldn’t be something as simple as delving into long-lost ancient ruins or solving one of the fantastical mysteries Emet-Selch laid out prior to his dramatic departure. No, in true Warrior of Light fashion, she overshot that particular goalpost by malms. Though, in hindsight, perhaps she should’ve expected the Crystal Tower to act strangely after being put through so much. Especially now that G’raha no longer tended to it. 

At least she’d have another story to share when she got back—whenever that might be. This reflection felt so far removed from the Source that she’s not even sure she’s on another shard to begin with. Everything was strange. 

But as she steps onto the bustling platform and raises her hand to shield against the glare of the sun, she finds no apprehension about being in an unknown place. She’s never been one to turn down the promise of a new adventure. 

Midgar is huge. 

Midgar also smells. Stale, metallic, with a hint of something cloyingly sweet. It sticks to the roof of her mouth like Eulmorian toffee. 

She can’t help but wonder if the Garlean capital was like this. Before Zenos turned the city into a spawning ground for despair. Before the Tower of Babil blackened the sky with its spikes and horrific aura. Before—

—before a long, long list of ‘befores.’ 

The Shinra building isn’t as foreboding as the tower, doesn’t evoke the same gnawing dread, but neither is it particularly pleasing to look at. The engineers of this world didn’t appear to share the same appreciation for sleek and sharp edges that Garleans did. Architecture here subscribed heavily to the concept of ‘form follows function,’ and the function of the entire city revolved around spreading something she still can’t fully wrap her head around: mako. 

A substance responsible for powering everything in sight, flowing through gargantuan tubes. It feels like aether whenever she bothers to focus, but always just a step to the left that she hesitates to label it as such. Parts of the flow feel light and airy, while others are heavy and dense to a degree that has her wondering how it doesn’t crystallize in the pipes. At times she’s reminded of her foray into the aetherial sea and the branching paths within—and how the aether felt there—but unlike the Aitiascope, concentrating too much on the pipes weaving through the city here always leaves her feeling a touch dizzy. 

Some days she attributes mako to this world’s equivalent of ceruleum. On others she hesitates to do as much, since ceruleum never sent goosebumps prickling down her skin. 

“We’re not open yet. Please return in—oh, Mihr. Hey. You’re early.”

“You said you expected an influx of customers today,” Mihren says as she steps through the store’s entryway, mindful of the single raised step leading into the open-floor room. She elbows the door closed behind her. 

Sophie’s Potions and Tinctures is a quaint little store nestled on the corner of W 79th and N 77th Street, plate-side, Sector 5. As its namesake suggests, inventory includes potions, ethers, and other various bits and bobs. Its owner is a slip of a girl—thin and pale and far too young to be on her own—but with a backbone of steel and an unwavering drive to help. 

A sigh comes from the counter followed by the sound of the register dinging. “For plate construction injuries, yes. They’re resuming work today.”

“So soon?”

“Further delays are ‘unacceptable’, as I hear it.”

Mihren shrugs off her jacket and hangs it on the wall. “And the people working on it had nothing to say on the matter?”

Sophie offers a tight-lipped, knowing smile. “Do you have your cure materia with you?”

“You know you needn’t ask me that each time.” 

“Do you?” 

Mihren holds up her arm. A simple silver bracelet dangles from her wrist, socketed with a swirling green orb. She gives it a little jingle for emphasis. 

“Good. Thank you." Sophie's shoulders drop. "I expect to run out of stock today. Any extra bit of healing we can offer will go a long way."

“I brought more materials that may be of help.”  

“More oddities?” 

Mihren swings the bag off her shoulder and onto the work table. Bottles clink together as she nudges them aside. “I’ll turn them into all sorts of wonderful tinctures. Have some faith.”

“So long as they’re restorative and not afflictive,” Sophie says dryly, crossing her arms. “And don’t explode. Again.”

“You can’t figure out what sorts of secrets these things hold just by looking at them. And I cleaned it all up last time, didn’t I?”

“After scaring the owners of the shops across the street. I think they have a public security team watching me now.” 

Mihren gives her a droll look. “The same public security team that buys your potions and salves?” 

Sophie offers another thin-lipped smile and returns to organizing the check-out counter. Mihren feels her good mood fade as she organizes her own work station, separating the drake wings from bat fangs and other potential alchemic bits she scrounged up. 

It still doesn’t sit right, watching Sophie fidget and send nervous looks towards the door at the mention of what should be the city’s law enforcement. The injustice of it simmers low in her chest. She carefully shoves the disquiet into a neat little box alongside all the other things that rub her wrong about this city. The list grew day by day and despite the urge to do something—biding time and gathering information is Thancred’s forte, not hers—she forces herself to be patient. There are no Scions here to watch her back. No city-states supporting her, no connections to draw upon. The only authority she has is her own. 

Even so, she can hear Alisaie’s encouraging words: So what if you’re to stand alone? When has that ever stopped us? Stopped you?

Alphinaud’s voice, in contrast, is one of reason: Don’t be rash. Consider the situation prior to enacting a plan.

Gods, she misses the twins. 

“I’ll be careful,” she finally says with a sigh. “No explosions. And even if public security comes around I’ll make sure they don’t bother you.”

Sophie snorts. Her fingers tap away at the store counter. “You’ll what, fend them off with your cure materia?” 

“Sure."

“That you used against monsters below the plate.”

“You know how the phrase goes: kill them with kindness.”  

Sophie huffs out a curt laugh at that. “I still can’t get over how weird you are.”

Mihren’s lips quirk up as she kneels to rifle through the cabinet below the desk. “You’re the one who gave me this job.”

When she mulls over it, meeting Sophie simply made sense. Peculiar greetings and circumstances aside, they got along like a house on fire. In a classic case of ‘good intentions gone wrong,’ Sophie had gone down to the slums after hearing about an accident, took all the wrong turns, and ending up surrounded by monsters. Mihren, disoriented after once again being deposited head-first in some strange land, disposed of the creatures before she even managed to figure which way was up and which was down. 

Regardless. Like attracts like, and it is no small wonder that she ended up here despite the sheer size of the city.  

She clicks her tongue. “But you’ll be happy to know that with what you have here at the shop, I can churn out maybe two dozen or so potions. They’ll be a hint different than what people are used to—mostly the taste, I reckon—but the effect should be the same.” 

She learned many suns ago that the limiting agent here is always flora. Finding lavender or chamomile or any sort of herb worth including was like trying to sieve for gold. Even mistletoes are a rarity on account that there are no trees in Midgar—a fact so absurd she still struggles to believe it. Even Garlemald with all its steelwork and machinery had trees and weeds. 

Sophie strolls over to cast a curious glance over the spread of items on the table. “My mum collected books from near everywhere but they don’t mention any recipes like this. I still don’t understand how you know what to mix.”

Mihren sparks a fire under an alembic. “You said it yourself—” she waves her hand to disperse the faint wisps of smoke, “—I’m weird.” 

The day passes in a blur. Sophie’s potions fly off the shelves faster than expected and Mihren finds herself healing sprains and aches and a variety of construction-related injuries.

The work is mundane. She feels like a fledgling conjurer. 

It makes Sophie happy however, and despite the monotony, Mihren slips into the rhythm of it without complaint. White magic is meant to soothe—even when she carefully avoids channeling her aether through the materia glimmering on her wrist. 

Contrary to the name, it is unlike any materia she’s ever come across. Nor is the little marble a soul crystal. It feels far too cold, far too rigid when she prods at it. The soul crystals in her pockets sit warm with the memories of past practitioners and ripe with their experiences. Full of lessons intended to be passed onto future generations��to inspire others to build upon what already exists. 

These things in comparison? Limiters. The last time she tried to etch her knowledge into the small gem it nearly shattered in her face. 

What’s worse, is that each time she tries to use it, the blasted thing molds her aether into something else entirely. Like a blacksmith pouring molten iron into an impression it squeezes her fluid cure spell into an altered, stiffer version. She’d tried casting on herself once and felt like she’d been smacked in the face with a wet towel. The effects of it were still restorative, sure, but the spell had about as much bedside manner as Estinien. 

She refuses to use the gem.

Still, she keeps it on her wrist. People here got weird when she didn’t. 

The rest of the week passes in much of the same fashion. Having the time to be idle like this—having the leisure to take in everything day by day without crisis after crisis looming on the horizon—is odd. Welcome, but odd. She figures this is what her life would’ve been like had she stayed in Ul’dah. If she’d followed her mother’s wishes and became a businesswoman on the Sapphire Exchange instead of spending her days at The Quicksand. If she’d decided to run a shop, full-time.

Would someone else have taken up the mantle of Warrior of Light in her stead? 

“Mihr?”

She blinks the room back into focus. Sophie stares back at her with a markedly unimpressed look, hands on her hips behind the register. 

“What?”

“Your… whatever that is, is bubbling. Again.”

The shop’s bell dings as Mihren flies off her seat and sprints to the work table. Of course there’d be customers now. She curses under her breath and sweeps a hand over the alembic to freeze the entire damn thing. 

“—I’m tellin’ you, man! The stuff here works better than the standard stuff we’re given.” 

“Does it?”

“Yep. SOLDIER’s honor. Look at all these!”

She spares a glance over her shoulder at the figures lingering by the door. Two men, dressed in uniform. One with a dark knight’s greatsword strapped to his back, the other with a sword strapped to his waist. Not Sophie’s usual brand of customers, but even with one look she can tell they're from Shinra. Adventurers don’t wear matching uniforms like that—she’s not sure Midgar even has those—and everything about the two oozes military. There’s none of the haughtiness that she’s used to seeing on Garlean soldiers, however, so she leaves them be. 

Their conversation drones out as she refocuses on the mess before her.

She crosses her arms and eyes it with distaste. It’d be difficult to salvage any materials. Crystallized liquid and broken glass pieces jut out of the alembic she was using in a frozen fractal burst, and good thing she’d iced it then and there. Had the reaction progressed any further, Sophie would’ve talked her head off.

Sophie would’ve—

Mihren blinks.

Sophie wasn’t going through her usual sales pitch. 

With another curious glance over her shoulder, she finds Sophie standing rigid-straight behind the register, staring at the two Shinra officers in the potions isle as though she’d been struck with levin. Mihren’s gaze sharpens at once.

“Look, they’ve even got antidotes and ethers.”

“Shinra also provides both,” comes the dry response.

“Yeah, but didn’t you hear me? This stuff’s got a kick. Last time I drank one it—"

They don’t appear hostile. The taller one keeps glancing at Sophie as though the odd behavior has also snagged his attention, but is otherwise content with leaving it be. The younger one seems entirely preoccupied with the glimmering bottles on the racks. He raises one up to catch the light and grins when the colors swirl. 

Mihren catches Sophie’s eye and subtly nods at the door leading into the back of the store. Sophie offers a single relieved look before ducking out. 

Mihren turns on her heel, tugs off her alchemical gloves, and chucks them behind her. “Are you two looking for anything in specific?”

“Oh, hey! You guys got any more of those potions I bought last week?” 

“Zack—”

“We’re out of stock today. Apologies.” She doesn’t recognize the boy. If he’d been around last week then Sophie must’ve seen him. She’d said nothing about the encounter, though, so her reaction at the sight of them doesn’t make sense. 

The taller man’s gaze flicks past Mihren's shoulder. “Does that happen often?”

Droplets faintly drip on the floor behind her. She sniffs, a hint irritated that a puddle's formed already. She’d cast the spell with a bit more strength than that, hadn't she? “Two components didn’t play as nicely as I thought they would.”

“Do they often not?” 

She arches a brow, crosses her arms, and rests a hip against the counter. “Unexpected reactions are a hazard of the craft. You can’t make an omelet without cracking a few dodo eggs.” 

That earns her a stare from both the men. 

She wonders if she'd said something odd again.

He holds her gaze before casting a critical glance at the wall behind the register. Some of Sophie’s alchemic paraphernalia hangs on display, surrounded by a handful of other papers with Shinra’s logo stamped on them. Licensing permits—a whole series of them. The sight seems to mollify him.

“Angeal, c’mon. Accidents happen.” 

Probing eyes linger on the frozen mess behind her a second longer, then briefly flicker to the materia on her wrist, before sweeping back towards Zack. Mihren practically feels the moment his attention slides off her.

“We’ll have more potions in stock soon," she says. "Once I clean this up I can get started on another batch but it’ll take time for the ingredients to meld and settle. Come back in a bell.”

“In a bell?” Zack echoes. 

“An—” Gods, she keeps doing that. “—hour. Maybe two.” 

He frowns and shifts to one foot. “I don’t know if we have that time to spare.”

“We don’t,” Angeal says firmly, already turning towards the exit. “This was your one stop, remember?” 

“Aw, man…” 

“Would any other restorative items be of use? Tinctures? Infusions?” 

Zack perks up. “Infusions?” 

Angeal, undeterred, corrals him towards the door. “No, thank you,” he tells her over his shoulder—over Zack’s sounds of complaint. “We must be on our way. Have a good day.” 

Mihren idly waves them goodbye. It feels like she’d just been slapped with the label of, ‘eccentric, avoid when possible,’ with that painfully polite dismissal. 

The bell above the door dings with their departure, and she waits until she can’t hear Zack’s voice from the street before turning on her heel. She finds Sophie sitting on the steps behind the store, elbows resting on her knees, shoulders hunched, staring at nothing in particular. Mihren spares a glance down the alley before settling down beside her.

“You all right?” 

“…yeah. I’m good.” 

“Did you know them?”

“They’re SOLDIERs,” Sophie mumbles as though that’s all the explanation needed. “I don’t like them.” 

Mihren’s heard the term a handful of times now. Related to Shinra—as most things here are—and clearly something to do with their military. “They sound like they’re important.”

Sophie's expression goes flat. “You really don’t know who that was, do you?”

“Should I?”

Sophie huffs, shaking her head, but the absurdity of Mihren’s ignorance seems to pull her away from whatever triggered the despondence. “That was Angeal Hewley. He’s a first class SOLDIER.”

Mihren nods sagely. “Important, as I said.”

“Very important,” Sophie repeats dryly. “All of the first class SOLDIERs are. Sephiroth and Genesis, too.” 

Sephi—what? “Sephirot?”

“Sephiroth,” Sophie corrects, toeing a discarded bottle by her feet. “Haven’t you seen him in the ads and billboards? His face is everywhere. You’d have to be living under a rock to miss that.”

Mihren tries to imagine a Meracydian primal hiding somewhere within the confines of the Shinra building. It doesn’t click. The place looks big enough to hide a primal, sure, but its tempering effects would be apparent. 

Humming, she chalks the name as something else to add to the list of odd similarities between this world and the one she knows. "Well, SOLDIER or not, they've left. And with that little display on my work station, I'm not sure if they'll be back."

"I told you no more explosions," Sophie snorts, but straightens out and dusts herself off. "But good. Here's hoping they don't stop by again."

Nights in Midgar remind her of nights in the Crystarium, back when the everlasting light loomed endless above the city, blinding and radiant. It was hard to get a good night’s sleep then; she needed to be thoroughly exhausted to ignore the light trying to pierce her eyes and muffle out the high-pitched ringing in the sky. 

Nights in Midgar oftentimes feel the same. The noise is easy enough to ignore during the day, but some nights it crescendos to a high enough pitch that it becomes impossible to ignore. It rings and rings and rings—

She yanks the covers off the couch. Irritated, she strides across the room—mindful of Sophie asleep next door—and throws the living room window open before swinging out onto the connecting fire escape and taking two steps at once all the way up to the roof.

There had to be a reason for the ringing. Surely others couldn’t sleep like this? But—no. A glance from the rooftop tells her nothing is wrong. Save for the hum of the street lamps and occasional passing car below, there are no lights on in other homes. The district is asleep. 

Did no one else hear the noise? 

Scowling, she leans both elbows against the railing, hangs her head, and closes her eyes. She’d get to the bottom of this. Tonight. Or she wouldn’t get a wink of sleep. 

Her attention drifts towards her feet. Then down, lingering along the wet roads, before plunging further still. There must be one of the giant pipes somewhere in the steelwork below. A faint throb starts behind her temples as she focuses and zeroes in on the flow of—aether? 

“Too thin for aether,” she mumbles, frowning and hunching inwards, eyes still closed. 

Mako. All of it is mako, she reminds herself. Mako is the fluid powering the city. Aether can certainly be water-aspected, but mako felt more something. An unknown quality she’s yet to put her finger on. 

She reaches up to rub the space between her brows in consternation. The dull ringing seems to extend even further below, but the longer she lingers on it, the more it morphs into sounding like it is echoing from everywhere—as though it is steadily filling the air around her, much like the presence of an elemental. 

There’s more variation in the flow of mako tonight, too. The same fluctuations she’s felt several times before. Changes in pressure, perhaps? In volume? Could the density change depending on the time of day?

Sighing, she hangs her head again and breathes in the crisp night air. As usual, she’s managed to get more questions than answers. She should’ve expected as much. 

Can you hear me? 

Her eyes snap open. A violent chill goes down her spine, sparking goosebumps all across her skin. 

Impossible. 

She hurls her focus back towards the pipes—

And hears nothing.

The wisp of the presence she’d just felt is gone, replaced by an almost aggressive flow of mako. She strains to listen for it again and again, and succeeds in only giving herself a throbbing headache.

[florenceandtheinkmachine]

post tiny normmy when they least expect it

[quinn-pop]

mtdd week day 1 - sworn partners

can you tell i like drawing fluff

[rad-roche]

still enchanted with the idea of making a little mod that does nothing but add readables. that would be within my power i think. notes, newspapers, case files, letters and such. absolutely no gameplay benefit beyond forgetting you've installed it and finding the odd letter you're sure you've never encountered. i love making tiny Things.

[binah-beloved]

Book of You

Binah x Reader Library of Ruina Pronouns: Gender Neutral Warnings: None

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The Floor of Philosophy smells like black tea and raindrops, fresh with the dew of evening mist, the kind that only appears at midnight under the light of the moon. Quiet and serene, with shelves filled to the brim with books, the eighth floor of the Library exists as a place of calm silence, stars twinkling against the ceiling. But you’re not here to see any of it. The assistant librarians often speculate how their patron spends her hours outside of observing battles- the few who deliver books to Binah report that they often see her drinking tea, sitting at her usual table with a peaceful, contemplative look on her face- although occasionally, the librarians whisper in hushed tones, they’ll catch her walking along the aisles, staring intently at the title of each book for a moment before moving on to the next. It seems as though she’s looking for something, they all muse, huddled in a circle. But what? Not something, but someone. You. Binah can hear her assistants’ whispers, no matter how quiet they try to be- it’s amusing to her, catching snippets of conversation and theories as she passes by, each more outlandish than the last. But they’re never quite right, always missing the fact that she’s searching for a living, breathing person instead of merely an object, the one assistant librarian who hasn’t awoken from slumber yet. She remembered you even when her mind was hazy from sleeping for so long- your smile, your laugh, the way you made her cold, deadened heart skip a beat. You had toiled away at the Corporation together for cycle after cycle and slowly, surely, she had grown attached, although she had tried to resist. Arbiters cannot form attachments, it’s a danger to their work and occupation.

But mostly, it was a danger to your well-being, and that had worried her the most. Binah recalled looking up at the light as Angela reformed everything and everyone, the Arbiter’s hand curled against your warmer one. She had glanced at you, gauging your reaction, and your exhausted appearance drew a droplet of concern from the well of emptiness within her, the shadows in your eyes more prominent than usual before Angela had snapped her fingers and everything vanished. With how tired you seemed, it’s reasonable that you’d want to stay asleep for as long as you could. Truly, it’s understandable. She tries to be understanding- really, she does- but Binah wants nothing more than to be selfish, to find your book and wake you up again because she misses you, more than she’s ever missed anything in the world. It’s lonely up here, in her floor, the skittish assistants not being much good for conversation- and she tries to be more welcoming! She invites everyone over for tea, for books, for a chat, but rarely does anyone take her up on the offer. They’re all still afraid of the Arbiter she once was. So Binah ends up alone, quietly sipping her tea and thinking, as she always does. And she decides that being lonely is dreadful, that she doesn’t like it much, and her search for you resumes even though the Library is endless, even though she’s looked for days without any luck, even though Angela once flatly told her that she might never find you, not ever. Even if it takes eternity, she’ll find you, and you’ll find her- Binah believes in nothing except for this. It’s late one afternoon, near the end of another day filled with fruitless searching, that her keen eyes spot something familiar. A book just like the others comes into view as she steps closer, except this time it’s scripted with a name she knows well on its spine, the elegant handwriting shining with silver ink as she carefully removes the novel from its shelf.

Your name. You. Her heart warms as she traces her fingers over the letters, holding your book with the lightest touch before setting it down on the ground. With deft movements Binah flips open the first few pages then steps back as light emanates from the book, your form appearing with the crackling snap of a thousand sparks. You yawn and blink tiredly, then turn your eyes towards the woman standing before you, and a small, genuine smile forms on Binah’s lips as you gasp in surprise. She looks a little different, with longer hair and different clothes- but so do you, your uniform crisper and less worn than it’s been in years, courtesy of a certain Library Director- and you look positively in awe over Binah’s new appearance. She lets out a soft chuckle and reaches a hand for you to take, her grip firm as she helps you to your feet, making sure you don’t stumble. Your eyes widen as you admire the Library, such a stark contrast from the cold metal of Lobotomy Corporation, but Binah’s hand gently tilts your chin so you’re facing her instead, needing to see your liveliness after so long with only books. For a moment you swear she hesitates, debating with herself before slowly pulling you into an embrace, arms wrapped securely around your waist, and you hug her back eagerly, mumbling that you missed her. Binah hums in quiet agreement, the stiffness of her shoulders easing away almost imperceptibly, and the Patron Librarian of the Floor of Philosophy is finally at peace.

[mean-scarlet-deceiver]

Oho, 17 and 18 are both interesting ones~ (Your favourite character to write this year? & The character that gave you the most trouble writing this year?)

Ask game

17. Your favorite character to write this year?

Hmm...! Toby and Donald have both been super rewarding. I know I carped about the process of working with them a lot - I felt pressured because my problems with them emerged only after I started publishing a fic that people were reading. But! I did enjoy the "problem" of working with them. I'd never written them very much before but they wound up with more screentime cos I found I really liked them.

They wound up adding a lot of depth to the story, cos neither wishes to get dragged into #Drama. But they're also both quite well-equipped to handle it, when they are. 😈

18. The character that gave you the most trouble writing this year?

I was having some difficulty with Thomas and Gordon early in the year, specifically sketcing out where they land at the end of Small World. They had to be quintessentially #Them, even though they're in an alt-timeline and some heavy stuff has gone down and their relationship can't be the same as how we know it. But it still has to be recognizable. Very so.

Was pulling out my hair for a few weeks, but once I finally produced good copy for them I was basically ready to start my second draft/publishing!

Ironically, Toby with Henrietta was a also bit of a speed-bump. Too straight-married-couple coded for my blood! Again, once I got the hang of it things were fine (writing Henrietta's reaction to Toby's two near-fistfights in Ch. 5 was fun) but it certainly required a few runs before I got my wheels under me.

[millenniumringg]

WHO YOU GONNA CALL?!

Based on the beloved movie Ghostbusters, but with a yugioh twist👻

Halloween approaches, and so does a new yugioh AU >:) For a long time I’ve dreamed of a ghostbusters AU, and now you should also dream of one because a fic (loaded with chapter art) is coming TO THE INTERNET!!!

The week of October 22nd, the fic will be posted to AO3 with updates happening sporadically leading up to Halloween! Stay tuned and watch out for the first chapter poster to be posted here on Oct. 22nd >:)

Let the countdown begin!!!!

[lexosaurus]

The Phantom Martian: Chapter 6

Things are picking up, and with this chapter, almost all the pieces are in place.... Can you picture me right now? Grinning evilly, rubbing my hands together as I sit on my throne surrounded by hellfire? Yes yes yessss I am. Very excited. Very excited right now.

This fic is a crossover between Danny Phantom x The Martian. You don't have to have read/watched The Martian to understand this fic. The tl;dr of The Martian is "funny man gets trapped on Mars during a NASA mission." There, now you have all the context needed to enjoy this fic!

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Summary: When Astronaut Mark Watney went to Mars, he knew there was a chance he'd never come home. Now, though, he's determined to last long enough for NASA to save him because this whole dying for science thing is not as fun as it sounds.

Meanwhile, Danny Fenton is just trying to keep his identity a secret amidst a potential crisis with his powers. Seriously, what's up with that weird current under his skin? Why is he having so much trouble controlling it? And why does it feel so familiar...?

In a fit of determination (and possible stupidity), Danny goes to Mars to save Watney, only to add to both their crises when he arrives and can't get home. Will NASA save them? Will Danny have a home to return to if they do?

Chapter WC: 4928

Fic Tags: Danny Fenton & Mark Watney, Canon Divergence, Ecton AU

Chapter excerpt under the cut

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Danny tapped his food, anxiously awaiting the news. He wasn't sure why he felt some sort of…personal responsibility.

Is that what it was?

But no, that was silly. Phantom was a ghost.

And maybe it would have stayed a silly thought had reporter Cathy Warner not uttered a phrase that knifed through Danny's very core.

“...there are no superheroes on Mars to save Watney, are there?”

Dr. Kapoor laughed, his voice polite and easygoing. “No saviors descending from the sky on Mars, unfortunately! But that's what my team is for at NASA. We have all twelve of our Martian satellites taking round-the-clock photos of the Ares 3 site and tracking Watney's movements. The European Space Agency has kindly supplied both of theirs for our mission as well.”

Danny froze.

No saviors descending from the sky, Dr. Kapoor had said.

No superheros on Mars.

What if…what if Danny could change that? 

But how? He couldn't…he didn't have any semblance of control over his portal powers. Hell, they were nothing but just a glorified light show right now.

But what if that changed? Could he rescue Mark Watney then?

[cathalbravecog]

i'm the antonymph of the internet

[canisonicscrewyou]

Making art & writing from scratch, while I wouldn’t say feels natural to me, feels like… straightforward. It’s not easy, certainly, but it’s like an action I can do mostly upon will or request.

Making fanwork feels like gnawing my own arm off. Feels like I’m detonating a bomb and I gotta run and hide as soon as it’s pulled. Feels like I’ll scratch out of my own skin. Neither of these are negative experiences in creating art, by the way.

[slugbeaker]

i want to try and start making/getting into animatics but the only idea i currently have for one involves putting it to a song and that's probably not the best thing to START learning with lmfao but go big or go home right, not like i'll be getting to it anytime soon with how goddamn busy i've been and how many other things i want to do first 🤣

[mandatory-ftmbreeder]

I like to draw a lot and lately I've been having a hard time finding references for a new project I'm working on.

I ask you if you wanna come over and let me take some pictures of you to use as reference, we can hang out and it'll be fun. You agree, happy to help your friend and have an excuse to hang out.

You come over and I ask you to do a few simple action poses. Nothing crazy. But then I point out the fact that your clothes are kinda baggy, so it'll be hard for me to understand your anatomy beneath them. I ask if you'd be willing to just wear your binder and boxers, and I promise these photos will only be seen by me. You agree again, because you know I won't share them, and we're both trans guys, so it's alright, right?

The poses get a bit more ... specific. I ask you to get on all fours. To lay on your back and stomach. To sit with your legs spread. Poses that are definitely meant to be provocative.

I finally tell you what the project is for. I'm drawing a lot of self-indulgent trans guy porn and want to make a short comic about it. I say that the most difficult thing to get references for is t guys with their pussy visible. So if you really wanted to be helpful, you could take your boxers off and let me see everything.

You agree. You kick your boxers off, and I continue making you pose in all sorts of ways that now feel outright humiliating. Sit on your ass and hold your legs open with your hands. Get on your hands and knees face down, ass up, and really put your ass up high. Lay like you're about to get fucked missionary style. Press yourself against the wall and spread your legs wide. Let me get a few up close pictures of you spreading your hole as wide as you can.

And despite how embarrassing this is, that I'm just your friend asking for a favor, you're getting wet. Really fucking wet. It only makes you even more embarrassed and you wonder if I notice it, because if I am, I'm not saying anything.

But I absolutely notice it. Its hard not to, when your pussy is literally fucking glistening in the light. I want to touch it so fucking bad its taking every last ounce of self restraint in me to not just start playing with you. I think of any excuse I can make up to touch you.

Finally I get my chance. You're in a pose where you can't reach your pussy very well to spread it open, so I use my fingers to spread it open myself.

"Holy shit, you're really wet right now. Are you wet like this all the time?" I finally ask, my fingers gently rubbing around your hole. It's actually a little shocking to me just how wet it feels.

You shake your head. Obviously, you're probably not gonna constantly be dripping, but I just wanted to make you say it.

"Why are you so wet right now, then? Is it because... of what we're doing?"

Slowly, you nod, feeling more embarrassed than you have this whole time.

"Huh. I didn't know my friend was such an exhibitionist slut." I say, fingers teasing up and down your cunt. Your entire body trembles and you let out a whine, unable to even formulate an answer right now.

I tease my fingers right around your hole. Pressing in just a slight bit. Pressing more and more until two of my fingers finally push inside your cunt, sliding deeper till they’re fully inside. “Sorry, I would’ve asked if I could penetrate you, but… I mean, its pretty obvious that’s what you want.”

My fingers sliding in and out of your hole faster till im fingerfucking you. My other hand coming up to gently pinch and pull at your clit, all thick and fat from T. You whine and grind down against my fingers. I flick your clit a few more time with my fingers before finally rubbing it in earnest like you so clearly need.

“I’ll let you cum, as long as you let me shove a dildo up your cunt later and take pictures of it. I need some good references of a little bitch getting fucked.”

You don’t just agree- you outright beg me to take all the pictures I want, just so you can cum.

“And its good jerk off material for me, too. Hope you don’t get too mad at me if I ‘accidentally’ take a few videos of it too.”

I slap your cunt with my hand, the noise wet and loud and filthy, before going back to rubbing your clit just how you love it being touched. Your entire body trembles at how turned on you are, how good you feel, and suddenly your orgasm is rushing through you, making your hips jerk, cunt clench around my fingers, as all you can do is let it take you. I keep fingerfucking you and rubbing you through your orgasm, not stopping till you seem coherent again.

“That’s a good fucking bitch.” I say, pulling out my fingers and licking them clean. I give your ass a firm slap as you collapse to the ground in exhaustion.

I take a quick picture of you like this, looking sated and well-fucked. “You’re the best model a guy could ask for. Now let me see your hole, I wanna capture the way it looks all stretched out right now.”

[white-wolf-buckaroo]

The last drop in The Last Drop🍺✨

Here is my self indulging fic set in the Arcane series because I miss Vander a lot and I need to cope with the ending somehow -> Basically a fic where I add an og character (a little girl named Luna) who becomes Vander's fifth adopted child (shoutout to the single dad of the year)

Disclaimer: I haven't played LOL and english isn't my first language, so yeah, and oh I've got daddy issues (reason for which I'm writing this lol)

Mi main Masterlist: here!

Pre-Act 1.1

It's alright, little one

Luna liked Vander's hands. They made her feel safe. He made her feel safe

She's got us now

The Last Drop was a loud place, and Vander's kids were also loud, but Luna slowly begins to fit in within the chaos with her new family

You're not by yourself anymore, Lu

Luna has nightmares, but Vander will always be there for her. She just has to learn that.

I like being close to you

Luna likes to hang out behind the counter because she likes being close to Vander.

It's nice to make new friends

Luna meets Ekko for the first time.

We're having a game night!

When Vander realizes Luna is scared of thunderstorms, he thinks of something to help distract her from the next storm.

To protect something precious one must be willing to do anything

As Luna keeps Vander company while he cleans up for the night, an unexpected visitor arrives: a man with a long coat, black hair, and a scarred eye.

And I'll keep choosing you, every single day

Vander had been called many things in his life, but no one had ever said 'Dad' to him. Until now.

You're my family. Every single one of you.

Mylo, Vi and Claggor get frustrated because they are grounded for a week, and they get angry because Vander doesn't seem to get as angry with Powder and Luna when they do wrong. It's time for him to remind them that he doesn't have any favourites (this one follows directly the one shot/chapter before "And I'll keep choosing you, every single day").

This is somethin' special, kid

On a rare sunny day in the Lanes, all the kids go outside to have fun and play, but not Luna. She stays in the basement all day working on a super secret project that she reveals at the end of the day to her family.

Takes one to know one

Luna makes a new friend, except he isn't from the Lanes, but from Piltover. A boy named Seb.

... more to come!

Drabbles pre Act 1.1.

Told you sprinkles are important!

Vander, Powder and Luna bake Vi a birthday cake.

'Guess the tooth fairy knows her stuff

About a tooth fairy named Claggor.

He's so going to kill us

Luna tags along Vi and Claggor to complete an assignment for Vander, however, she loses them and ends up alone (scaring the sh*t out of her siblings and dad).

... more to come!

Act 1.1

I’ll still fight every day. For them.

Vander wakes up after being taken by Singed for his experiments.

... more to come!

If you have any requests or want to see something happen let me know! I do have a few things mapped out, but as this is a very self indulging fic, I'll probably don't follow a concrete order posting (maybe one day I post a one shot set when they were all kids and the next day one set in season 2, idk depends on the mood ig)

Tell me if you want to be tagged!

[a-d-nox]

how can you glow up: your 6h - daily habits, health, and self-discipline.

seems like everyone started 75 days hard, medium, or soft as soon as the new year hit on my social media feeds... so here's the next hypothesis of how you can glow up using your venus persona. take a close look at your 6h!

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6h libra (7°, 19°), 6h venus, and/or venus aspecting 6h ruler

daily habits

curate a routine: use aesthetically pleasing tools like a cute planner, matching workout gear, etc.

prioritize work-life balance: libra thrives on harmony, so create clear boundaries between work and relaxation.

partner up: work with an accountability buddy or engage in social routines like walking with a friend or coworker.

mindful decision-making: your indecisive tendencies may slow you down. use tools like a pros-and-cons list or time limits/blocking to streamline daily choices.

health

gentle fitness: choose workouts that emphasize balance and flow, like yoga, pilates, and/or barre.

balanced diet: focus on a diet that incorporates variety and moderation. think colorful, well-plated meals that appeal to both the eyes and the palate.

skin & body care: libra’s beauty-conscious vibe thrives with self-care rituals. pamper yourself with skincare routines and/or regular relaxing massages.

avoid extremes: libra energy prefers moderation. skip overly intense regimens and opt for sustainable, enjoyable routines instead (HITT and 75 hard would not be for these people).

self-discipline

create beauty in discipline: you need something functional but aesthetically pleasing. for instance, a thoughtful made habit tracker and/or color-coded calendars.

balance hard work with reward: keep yourself motivated by celebrating small wins with little indulgences - a favorite snack or a self-care day.

social accountability: let friends or groups hold you accountable for fitness, projects, and/or self-improvement goals.

glow-up activities

beautify your workspace: add plants, art, or calming colors to create a productive yet serene environment.

join a wellness class: try group pilates and/or yoga for a social and balanced approach to fitness.

revamp your closet: create a capsule wardrobe and/or organize your clothing to reflect the polished libra vibe.

relaxing evening routine: end the day with candlelight, soothing music, and/or a luxurious skincare ritual.

6h sagittarius (9°, 21°), 6h jupiter, and/or jupiter aspecting 6h ruler

daily habits

growth-oriented routines: you thrive when your habits are designed for personal expansion. focus on routines that encourage learning, travel, and/or exploring new perspectives.

positive productivity: you have a sense of optimism where daily tasks are concerned, making it easier to stay motivated. infuse fun into your day - listen to uplifting podcasts and/or explore creative approaches to mundane chores.

consistency through belief: jupiter’s influence inspires faith in your ability to improve. use affirmations or gratitude journaling to reinforce your positive mindset.

health

holistic wellness: approaches to health that integrate body, mind, and spirit. practices like yoga, meditation, and/or exploring global wellness traditions are ideal.

moderation matters: while jupiter brings abundance, it can also lead to overindulgence. focus on balance in diet and exercise to avoid extremes.

fitness with freedom: jupiter encourages movement and exploration - choose outdoor activities, group classes, and/or fitness routines that feel expansive and exciting.

self-discipline

long-term vision: jupiter encourages you to see the big picture. tie your daily routines to a larger goal and/or purpose, like personal growth or job advancement, to stay motivated.

positive reinforcement: this aspect makes self-discipline easier when you focus on what you gain rather than what you restrict. celebrate milestones to maintain enthusiasm.

glow-up activities

expand your knowledge: dedicate time daily to learning, whether through books, podcasts, and/or courses. growth fuels your glow-up.

practice gratitude: a daily gratitude practice strengthens your positive mindset and attracts even more opportunities for success.

travel for wellness: plan a retreat or adventure centered on self-care, like hiking in a new location or joining a wellness retreat.

abundant self-care: invest in inspiring, luxurious self-care practices that make you feel expansive - think spa treatments, aromatherapy, and/or beautifully curated meal prep.

6h pisces (12°, 24°), 6h neptune, and/or neptune aspecting 6h ruler

habits

keep a flexible routine: allow your day to flow rather than sticking to a rigid schedule (challenges like the examples i gave above are unlikely to stick for - if anything 75 soft would be the extent). create loose frameworks that prioritizes how you feel over having a rigid to-do lists.

mindful mornings: begin your day with introspection - try morning journaling, meditation, and/or pulling a tarot card for insight.

artistic productivity: incorporate creative outlets into your day, like doodling, painting, or writing, to keep your imagination active.

acts of service: integrate kindness into your habits, such as volunteering, caring for a pet, and/or small acts of service for others, as they bring you fulfillment.

health

holistic wellness: experiment with yoga, energy healing (like reiki), and/or sound baths.

hydration & water therapy: water signs should prioritize drinking plenty of water and explore water-based activities like swimming, water aerobics, and/or baths with epsom salts.

gentle fitness: opt for activities that connect your body and soul, like tai chi, restorative yoga, and/or even dancing (pin point on ballet) to release pent-up emotions.

boundaries & emotional detox: you can absorb emotions easily. protect your mental health with grounding techniques like breath work or journaling to process feelings.

self-discipline

embrace compassionate self-discipline: treat yourself with kindness when working on new habits. you thrives with gentle, supportive approaches rather than self-criticism.

work with intuition: let your intuition guide your priorities for the day. trust yourself (and your body) to know what needs attention rather than over-planning.

visualize success: use visualization techniques to imagine the outcomes you want to achieve, helping you stay aligned with your dreams.

glow-up activities

spiritual self-care: create rituals that connect you to your higher self, such as lighting candles or practicing gratitude during moon phases.

creative cooking: experiment with nourishing recipes inspired by your mood. incorporate calming herbs like chamomile or lavender.

start a dream journal: keep a journal to explore patterns or creative inspiration.

declutter with intention: you can feel scattered with too much “stuff.” declutter your space; imbue it with meaning - donate items with a small thank-you ritual (kon mari method moment).

6h ruler in 1h and/or aspecting asc

daily habits

habits reflect identity: your routines easily align with your self-image. you’re drawn to habits that make you feel like your best self and naturally express your personality.

ease in routine building: you find it relatively easy to incorporate healthy practices into your life because they naturally support your sense of self and purpose.

public accountability: your habits impact how others perceive you, you might enjoy sharing your journey (documenting fitness progress or sharing meal prep ideas on social media).

health

health as confidence: feeling healthy and balanced boosts your self-esteem and how you show up in the world. prioritizing self-care becomes a natural extension of your personal growth.

fitness for presence: activities like yoga, strength training, and/or posture-focused exercises can improve not just your health but also the way you physically carry yourself.

self-discipline

natural motivation: you’re disciplined when routines reinforce who you want to be. so choose habits that align with your personal goals and values.

self-expression through action: your productivity and organization reflect your identity. for example, creating a workspace or routine that feels uniquely you enhances your efficiency.

authenticity in structure: avoid overly rigid plans - opt for routines that feel natural and authentic to your lifestyle.

glow-up activities

morning rituals: start your day with habits that energize and align you with your desired identity (skincare, affirmations, or a power breakfast).

fitness for confidence: focus on activities that enhance your posture, strength, and presence. pilates or dance could be great options.

style your routine: create a lifestyle that feels polished and reflective of your personality. whether it’s stylish activewear or a bullet journal, let your habits express your unique energy.

public progress: share your self-discipline journey if it feels aligned - whether through social media, conversations, or mentorship of others.

6h ruler in 4h

daily habits

home-centered routines: your most effective habits begin and thrive at home. create structured, calming rituals like morning journaling, home cooked meals, and/or home workouts to build consistency.

comfort and productivity: design a home space that supports both relaxation and focus. dedicated, cozy workspaces and/or exercise corners can encourage discipline. stepisodes might be your thing - invest in a walk pad or stepper!

family-inspired practices: if you can make it happen, routines that involve or are inspired by family, ancestry, and/or tradition (e.g., cooking family recipes or practicing shared wellness habits) will often feel the most fulfilling.

health

emotional health comes first: your physical health is tied to your emotional state. make time for self-reflection and grounding practices like breathwork or gratitude journaling to stabilize your mood.

restorative practices: focus on health routines that feel nurturing, such as gentle stretching, restorative yoga, and/or relaxing baths.

nutritious comfort food: preparing home-cooked meals with fresh, wholesome ingredients ties in both physical and emotional care.

self-discipline

consistency through comfort: you work best when routines feel safe and familiar. create systems that integrate naturally into your environment rather than forcing external structures.

emotional accountability: self-discipline improves when you feel emotionally supported. lean into family, close friends, or personal affirmations to motivate yourself.

balance work & rest: avoid overloading yourself. create rhythms in your day that balances effort and rejuvenation - like rewarding productive periods with cozy downtime.

glow-up activities

declutter your space: a tidy, peaceful home supports clear thinking and productivity.

home fitness: explore at-home workouts that feel grounding and enjoyable.

emotional check-ins: incorporate a nightly reflection routine to release stress and process the day.

6h ruler in 9h

daily habits

incorporate learning: your routines thrive when they involve intellectual or spiritual growth. start your day with reading, journaling, or studying something meaningful to you.

seek variety: break up monotony by incorporating new activities into your routine, like trying different workouts or exploring diverse cuisines in meal prep.

travel-inspired practices: bring elements of travel or culture into your habits, such as practicing yoga from another tradition, using mindfulness techniques, or exploring global wellness trends.

health

holistic health: look into ayurveda, meditation, and/or breathwork.

outdoor activities: you benefit from outdoor workouts, hikes, and/or activities that connect you to nature and broaden your horizons.

mind-body connection: physical health is tied to mental and spiritual alignment. journaling or practicing gratitude can help release stress and keep you grounded.

self-discipline

purpose-driven routines: you’re more disciplined when your habits align with your goals or ideals. anchor your daily tasks to a “why” that feels meaningful.

long-term perspective: focus on how daily consistency contributes to larger aspirations like personal growth and/or job to career development.

educational structure: incorporate study or skill-building into your routine, such as learning a new language, taking online courses, and/or reading topics of interest.

glow-up activities

morning philosophy practice: start your day with a mantra, affirmation, or inspirational reading.

explore wellness abroad: try fitness or health practices inspired by different cultures, like tai chi, capoeira, and/or mediterranean-inspired cooking. watch the show down to earth with zac efron to catch the vibe.

expand through movement: take your fitness outside - hiking, running, or yoga in open spaces align with this placement’s expansive energy.

set vision-oriented goals: create a vision board or journal about how your daily habits bring you closer to your dreams.

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[drabblejester]

How would genshin impact characters or hsr characters respond if reader said “Do you still love me if I was a worm?”

would VARIOUS GENSHIN/HSR CHARACTERS still love you if you were a WORM?

requested by: anon :3

pairings: sampo, sparkle, neuvillette, and dottore x gn!reader

content warnings: none !

comments: the dottore is self indulgent sorry my liege. i love him

NEUVILLETTE:

You’re both sitting in his office, you pulled up in a comfortable chair while he sits in his throne-like one. You’re pretty empty brained, but a question soon pricks up. Would Neuvillette still love you if you were a worm?

You turn to him, blinking before asking the question. His gaze turns to you quickly, turning from attentive to confused in an instant. His eyes stare through yours.

“A worm?”

“Yes, a worm.”

“… Why would you suddenly turn into a worm?”

You hadn’t thought that far. You space out for a bit, mulling over the question in your head before deciding on an acceptable answer.

“That doesn’t matter- would you still love me?”

He thinks about the question heavily, bringing a finger up to his chin as he contemplated. Looks like the both of you really had to think about this.

“Mm. I would miss you, but I would still give you a plentiful enclosure. With many fruits, and plenty of dirt to.. squirm around in.”

You accept this answer, placing a light kiss to his nose before going off to your mind.

SPARKLE:

“Nope, I wouldn’t!”

Her answer is very plain and simple, grinning at you as if she just won an argument. You pout at her, how cruel!

“Wasn’t Aha’s emanator a worm? Why would I ever be different!” You yell (playfully), gently pushing Sparkle.

“I’d crush that little worm, and I’d crush you too and watch all your little wormy guts spill out! Bleegh!!” She cries, rushing towards your torso to reenact a FNAF jumpscare(THATS THE BEST WAY I COULD PUT THIS IM SORRY.)

You fall backwards to the floor, squirming around as she tries to grab at you again and again. If anything, you really look like a worm right now.

“What did I ever do to you! Wouldn’t even put me in a little box? Not even a fun one with glitter and flowers-“

“Not a chance!”

“Well, what would YOU do if YOU were turned into a worm?!”

She thought for a few seconds, before answering with a big, big smile. She approached you, skipping around you like she was playing ring-around-the-rosie.

“I’d expect you to make a massive enclosure just for me! And fresh food daily, and misting, and lots and LOTS of love…”

SAMPO:

You ask the question to him while you’re both on your phones, simply existing together. He turns to look at you with a puzzled expression, before it softens up again.

“Ohoh- isn’t this one of those little coupley questions~?” He purrs, gently tapping his fist against the top of your head. His smile is contagious, resulting in you inheriting it as well.

“Well, good ol Sampo ‘Worm Expert’ Koski will be HAPPY to answer your question! Ahem, excuse me-“

Sampo proceeds to fix his hair dramatically, clearing his throat before adjusting the collar of his shirt. You watch him as if you’re watching your favorite show.

“A nice little glass enclosure so I can look at you, some fruits and veggies, oats- do you like oats still? Oh, so what- I’m getting off-track!” He whines.

His little performance totally captures you, and you find your head being moved to his lap rather quickly. You stare up at him, one hand folded over his as you watch him ramble.

“-And regular watering, making sure your enclosure is nice and wet. Don’t forget the temperature just to your liking! And some other things…”

DOTTORE:

You’re met with a dismissive grunt from him as soon as you even speak. He waves his hand in your direction halfhazardly, going back to the little engineering project.

“Did you even hear me? I said-“

“-I heard you just fine. I’m not answering your question, go ask another segment.” He grumbles, in a mildly annoyed mood (as always).

You wind up leaving his office, going down the darkened corridors to find another segment to answer your question. Although you pass multiple of them, they all seem busy and unwilling to talk.

Eventually you stumble across the perfect segment to ask. Yet again, you repeat the question. He simply looks at you strange, before going back to walking down the hallway.

“Can you hear correctly?” You shout after him, to no response. He could hear you just fine- he just didn’t have an answer.

You carry on the hallway, and into rooms, for a very long time. The moon sets and the sun rises before an answer finally creeps up on you.

Dottore puts an ungloved hand on your shoulder from behind you, glancing up and down at you. Your breath hitches in your chest, awaiting some lovely and well-thought out answer, totally befitting of the Doctor-

“No.”

Dottore walks away, leaving you unloved as a worm.

my lieges would you still enjoy me if i was a worm

[bambitek]

— ARTIST INTRO

I'm Bambi (any pronouns), 22 y/o — Vox's underpaid multimedia artist. I adore early 2010s internet culture!

Two types of content to expect here :

Self-indulgence : Likely my ocs, random things I enjoy, etc. — (#bambi's oc)

Hazbin Hotel Shimeji : My little arts & crafts project for when i have time, bc yipee — (#bambi's basement)

— BAMBI'S BASEMENT (SHIMEJI)

Here are my basement creatures so far :

VOX (2024) — my ugly ah boss i will throttle him

ALASTOR — vox's stinkier cooler equivalent

LUCIFER — small guy nobody important rlly

VOX (2025) — he demanded an upgrade from his 2024 build

ANGEL DUST — twink

..more in the future !! you can participate in this fun little shimeji survey while you wait ( last updated : 02/03/2025 )

Important note :

I don't accept HH shimeji requests / commissions!

All my HH shimejis are free! But if you want to show support, you could always give me a tip on ko-fi! :3

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