#uniform is my own creation however

[maslosstuff]

You’re a star!

Oc belongs to @lsd-ink

[dreamingnights]

Subtle games (part 1)

Larissa Weems x fem!reader

Author's note: this fic is based on the idea about Larissa and an innocent clumsy adorable Reader. English isn't my first language, so sorry for any mistakes! Enjoy, I hope you like it!!!

Warnings: none.

Y/N couldn't walk. The gray monsters were chasing her through the long passageways of Nevermore and her legs weren't moving fast enough to escape from their shadows. She could even feel the warm breath of the creatures at the nape of her neck just before she fell into an absolute void.

Her own screams woke her up but Y/N quickly realized that she was perfectly safe in her room's comfortable big bed. She had had another nightmare. When she calmed down she turned her head and tried to decipher with half-closed eyes the time her clock showed. Half past seven, she thought. Half past seven! She was going to be late for the staff meeting again. Y/N quickly sat up, cleaned herself up and put on her academy uniform at lightning speed. She left her room slamming the door and went down the stairs -two at a time- until she reached the small kitchen next to the meeting room, where she quickly made herself a strong coffee. At the precise moment when she was about to enter the adjoining room, where the weekly session was held, someone closed the door in front of her and the content of the coffee cup fell down due to the loud bang. When she saw the huge brown stain on her new shirt Y/N cursed outloud. However, she thought it was better to show up like that than to change clothes again, arrive embarrassingly late and make a fool of herself in front of her imposing boss. So, Y/N gathered all her courage and opened the heavy door to the office.

Nine serious faces stared at her from their seats. They were all the teachers of Nevermore, the school for outcasts. Y/N was the newest addition and she taught art and literature classes. She, like all of her students and mates, also had special powers. In her case, she was able to fleetingly give life to her own creations, something that could turn out to be her best dream and also her worst nightmare when her characters returned to their original inert state on the blank page of a book.

Nevermore's headmistress was Larissa Weems, a tall woman with platinum hair who wore a very elegant green suit. As usual she was the one who was in charge of the meeting.

- You're late again, Miss Y/L/N. -Larissa sighed. Later she looked at her stained uniform and drew an incredulous smile. -You have a curious sense of aesthetics. Anyway, take a seat.

- I'm sorry, Miss Weems. It will not happen again. -A blushed and hyperventilated Y/N sat next to Mr. Vlad, the fencing coach.

During the course of the meeting Y/N gradually regained her composure and then explained the challenges posed by the new semester at the academy. Y/N could even see an almost imperceptible smile forming on Larissa's lips as she listened to her attentively. Or maybe she was imagining it again, Y/N thought to herself. She had to get the diligent headmistress out of her mind once and for all because if she didn't her vivid imagination would play tricks on her again. Despite being aware that her crush on Larissa was almost certainly platonic and unrequited, she couldn't help but be enthralled when looking at her. Her incredible height, her silhouette, her cold eyes and her red smile haunted her every day like the monsters in her nightmares. And she couldn't escape from her either.

-Miss Y/L/N. What do you think? I'm very interested to know your opinion on this matter. -Larissa's soft voice brought Y/N out of her fantasies.

Wow, it's time to improvise again, Y/N reflected. She knew that they were still talking about the same topic and used her ingenuity to try to get out of the situation.

- You have a golden beak, Y/N. -Larissa praised her, showing off her perfect pearly teeth. -Your wisdom and inventiveness never cease to amaze me.

Hearing the compliment that came from Larissa's lips, Y/N couldn't help but blush and emit a sincere and wide smile at the same time. This reaction did not go unnoticed by the headmistress, who found it tremendously moving. Larissa suddenly looked at her companions and radically changed the subject. She couldn't be so unprofessional and show that deep down the young teacher Y/N Y/L/N was her little weakness.

After an hour of proposals and debates Larissa ended the meeting. Y/N was about to leave the room when she noticed the shadow of the tall woman closing over her.

- Y/N, could I speak to you in private? -Larissa asked politely as she tilted her head.

The young woman got lost in the woman's blue gaze and once again she had to rid those longing fantasies away from her mind. After all, it was a passing infatuation resulting from her dreamy nature.

When the two women were left alone in the large office, Larissa gently placed one of her long hands on Y/N's shoulder, who seemed to perceive a tender admiration in the headmistress' eyes. Suddenly, Y/N noticed a certain electric tension in the air and thought it was strange that her bodies were so close in such an empty room.

- I always appreciate your original point of view, Y/N. Thank you for helping me make this school a better place for the entire Nevermore family. -Larissa spoke those words lovingly as her hand rested on Y/N's shoulder. - And in case you didn't know, you are wearing your jacket backwards.

Y/N got a goofy smile etched on her face. How was it possible that she had not noticed this detail? She was sure Larissa thought she was a total mess.

Although for Y/N the day had only just begun.

[koji-haru]

Misperceptions

[Sorry, I'm late!! But here's your holiday present @evilmenshoe80!! I hope you like it!! I tried my best, but I'm sorry if I made your characters ooc 🙇‍♀️]

There were two great armies of Heaven. The more well known one, The Army of God, was led by none other than the archangel Michael, Prince of the Heavenly Hosts, who defended Heaven from monsters that lurked within the endless void. The other army, The Exorcists, was led by Adam the First Man, God’s greatest creation, and was an army shrouded by mystery and secrecy. Not many knew what exactly the Exorcists did, save for a few higher ranked angels, just that their work was just as important as the Army of God’s.

And while the two armies share a similar role of protecting Heaven from the dangers of the world outside, their public impression could not be more contrasting. The Army of God, just like their leader, were composed of angels trained to the highest of caliber, highly serious and committed to their duties, exuding an aura of pristine excellence as they sport their golden armour. The Exorcists, on the other hand, were composed of only female angels, saved for their golden commander, clad in black and grey uniforms with a menacing devilish helmet to obscure their faces. And unlike the soldiers of Michael, the Exorcists were often found to be quite the lively group with a harsh undertone. However, despite the two armies' differences, both commanded respect and adoration from the citizens of Heaven for their reputation as strong and reliable defenders of Heaven. 

The leaders of these two armies, Adam and Michael, while they both shared a reputation of being strong and capable commanders, appeared to hold no love for one another. With both having a propensity for obstinacy, unwilling to share control to anyone else despite evidence that would suggest it better to let go, the two were bound to clash heads often. Just like now���

“–and that’s why I think the technique you’re teaching them needs more work,” Michael ended his long critique regarding the Exorcists weapon handling skills and techniques as he watched the women train in their barracks, standing beside their commander, Adam. 

A loud slurping noise from a drink that was essentially empty was all the response Michael received from Adam, who remained sitting slack on the bench as he watched his girls train hard for the upcoming extermination. 

“Adam.”

More slurping, an uncouth burp, and then more persistent slurping from the straw before Adam finally gave Michael a glance, one brow raised. “Dude.” 

Michael simply responded with a similar quirk of his brow, a silent dare for Adam to say what he had in his mind.

“They’re my girls,” Adam started, “and they're badasses already.”

“They could be even better,” Michael insisted, arms crossed as he looked down on Adam, a hint of worry in his calm features. “You can never be too careful when dealing with Hell,” he added in a hushed tone.

A snigger left Adam at the archangel’s words of concern as he placed his now empty cup to sit on the bench beside him. An air of nonchalance clinging heavier than ever on him as he waved Michael off, “What can they even do? We’re invulnerable. Calm your ass and tend to your own soldiers instead.”

In a way, Adam understood where Michael was coming from. Hell was a place not to be underestimated, filled with the most vile, filthy, unsalvageable souls in existence; the chaos and madness only exacerbated by their useless excuse for a king. One would be wise to completely avoid that dumpster fire of a place, or even better, cleanse the filth off of existence with an army of deadly skilled angels. And Adam’s army of exorcists were more than capable of doing the job, possessing both the skill and passion required for such a gruesome task. So while he somewhat appreciated Michael’s persistence on impeccability and covering all bases, even the irrelevant ones, the most it did for him was grate his nerves a little since as literal angels, they were already immune to whatever sinners could even hope to throw at them. The concern was sweet, but highly unnecessary. 

“You’ll be the one needing to tend your ass later,” mumbled Michael though Adam didn’t miss a single word that was said. 

“Wha–! You!!” hissed Adam as he swiftly threw his empty cup at the archangel, who easily dodged the projectile.  

Beneath his mask, Adam’s face was a bright gold, the ventilation and cooling system of the mask not helping in any way to calm the heat that was quickly spreading across his cheeks. And while Michael couldn’t possibly see any of this, Adam’s reaction was all he needed to know he had successfully flustered his pretty angel. 

“No?” Michael asked with a slight tilt of his head, pretty blue eyes shining so prettily beneath long lashes, his long golden hair flowing like silk in Heaven’s cool breeze. If it were anyone else, they would instantly fall for the veil of innocence in front of him, believing that the archangel was oblivious to the undertone of his words prior. But not Adam, no. He had known and spent too much time with the Prince of Heaven to know otherwise. Of course, that didn’t mean he had become immune to Michael’s titillating gaze; somehow always finding himself readily falling for it. 

With a huff that lacked any real heat and a golden flush still painted all over his face, Adam muttered, his voice as quiet as the gentle breeze, “...maybe later…”

“But after work!!” Adam immediately added as he abruptly stood up to push and shove Michael out of the Exorcists’ training grounds. “Now, get out! You’re a distraction!”

“Oh? Am I now?” pondered Michael as he let Adam shove him towards the exit. 

“Yes! Now, out!”

While all of their bickering was nothing more than playful banter and shameless flirting when they believed no one seemed to be watching, unfortunately, nothing could be further from the truth. Four sets of eyes lurking just behind some pink bushes watched on as Adam and Michael appeared to be in a heated dispute, with the father of humanity seemingly so aggrieved enough to have thrown his drink at their brother before proceeding to kick him out of the training grounds. Three out of four sets of eyes gave one another a concerned look, while the fourth one, with eyes like plums, simply looked bored and exhausted with a hint of irritation. 

Four archangels pulled away from the edge of the bush, hiding themselves further into dense pink foliage as they mulled over the scene they all had just witnessed.

“That…didn’t look so good,” Raphael remarked, brows creased in concern. 

“No, it didn’t. It seemed that our brother and Adam were fighting. Again,” Jophiel nodded in agreement, her thoughts already skimming through possible causes of their seemingly long standing feud, but coming up with no viable explanation. Yes, Adam and Michael had somewhat contrasting personalities and demeanour, but she didn’t think it was enough for the two to hold such dislike for one another. And yet, whenever she witnessed the two sharing a space in public, they either barely acknowledged each other, or just like she had seen now, engaged in argument with no resolution since neither seemed willing to relent. 

“I don’t understand,” she pondered aloud. “Michael isn’t normally one to persist in such childish behaviour. And Adam…well, he never truly let anyone’s words affect him much.”

“Not everyone has to get along. Sometimes people just don’t like each other,” Uriel added, a little irked at being dragged into a bush to spy on both his brother and the first man, when he was on his way to get some work done. 

“But Michael’s our dear brother and Adam’s our precious friend!” Gabriel asserted, both hands on his thighs as he sat up even straighter as his amber eyes shone with resolve. “We can’t just leave them like this!”

In the background, Raphael placed gentle hands on Gabriel’s shoulders to ease some of the excess energy off of the spirited angel; a quiet request for silence lest they be discovered sneaking around. 

“Okaaay?” Uriel rolled his eyes at Gabriel’s display of what he thought as childish fervour. “But, is all this sneaking even necessary? Why don’t you just ask them both directly? That’ll get the problem solved in no time.”

“Such things require delicacy and sensitivity to solve, Uriel,” Raphael kindly reasoned. “We  can’t just pull them aside and interrogate them.”

“We must find the root cause first,” Jophiel continued with Raphael nodding in agreement.

“Oh! I know exactly what to do!” Gabriel raised a hand, energy quickly returning back to him. 

“Please don’t tell me it’s got to do with mor–,” groaned Uriel, truly tired with this mess. 

“The next we see them fighting, we listen in on what they might be arguing about, then we can go on from there!” Gabriel announced proudly, a beaming smile on his face.

“Ugh…” 

All Uriel could do was groan and rub his temples as his two other siblings, for reasons he couldn’t fathom, agreed to Gabriel’s terrible idea. He didn’t mind so much, really, if only they would keep him out of their inane plan. But deep down, he knew there was no way they would ‘leave him out’. Just the thought of enacting Gabriel’s plan was already giving him a headache, he couldn’t imagine the mental anguish he would have to go through on the day of the plan itself. But siblings stayed together, he supposed.

—-

The day of unveiling the truth had finally arrived. And of course, Uriel just had to be dragged along with his siblings' schemes just when he was on his way to his own office. Currently, all of the archangels, including Michael and Adam, were in their work building. All four archangels, Jophiel, Raphael, Gabriel and Uriel, had all finished their lunches a little earlier than normal and were just heading back to their respective offices, when they all caught a glimpse of Adam following Michael into his office. It wasn’t anything particularly unusual, they were both commanders of an angelic army, sometimes there were things they must discuss. However, Jophiel, Raphael and Gabriel were all quickly stopped in their tracks when they heard multiple things hitting the floor from Michael’s office. Even Uriel momentarily took a pause before deciding that he was much too busy to intervene, though he was quickly pulled into it by siblings. 

So now, all four of them were currently by the door of Michael’s office, either crouched or standing, but all trying to eavesdrop on the possible argument inside. 

An irritated scowl formed on Uriel’s face as he pulled himself away from the door. “This is useless. All we hear are muffled voices.”

“Then should we just knock and ask?” asked Gabriel, amber eyes wavering with worry.

“Hold on a second, hmm,” Raphael lightly touched the office door, a faint golden glow emanating from his fingertips. “It seems that Michael had placed a small barrier around his office.”

“So we can’t get in?” Jophiel queried.

Raphael shook his head, “Not really, unless we use force. It’s only a mild barrier, nothing particularly strong.” 

“Well, that’s it for us then.” Uriel clapped his hands as he stood up, ready to head back to his own office, “We can’t really do much until they’re done with whatever they’re fighting about this time.”

An air of resignation surrounded the siblings as they realised their current lack of options. And really, as much as they would’ve preferred to wait outside and confront both Michael and Adam about their conflicts as soon as they’re done fighting, they had no idea when the two would actually come out and they all still had some work to get done for the day. So, in silence, all four siblings agreed to simply catch and confront the two commanders once they were free of their duties. 

All four were just about to separate and head on to their respective offices when they hear another much louder noise from Michael’s office, and then another and another until something seemed to have hit the door and then fall down with a dull thud. Concern and panic swiftly washed over all four archangel’s features as they froze on their tracks with the exception of Gabriel, who immediately made his way back towards Michael’s office with a fiery haste. 

“That’s it! I’m not standing by any longer!”

And with gathered strength, Gabriel kicked the door to Michael’s office, causing it to fly off its hinges and revealing the two commanders…entangled with one another…on Michael’s desk…with Adam beneath him, one bare leg wrapped around his brother. 

“Gabriel! What–” called out Jophiel as she followed suit with both Raphael and Uriel behind her. 

In front of them four was a scene they had never expected to see: both Michael and Adam in a state of indecency, limbs wrapped around each other, their clothes haphazardly half taken off with Michael’s coat at the foot of where the door used to be. Papers, books, cups and everything that used to be on Michael’s desk scattered in a mess all over the floor. Both Michael and Adam flushed golden, their hair in wild disarray, the sweat making it stick to their faces as signs of their passion began to show in small, golden blooms along their necks and chest accompanied with a few lovingly toothed marks here and there. 

“AAAAHHH!!” screamed Adam as he tried to both push Michael off of him while also trying to pull him closer to use him as a shield to hide the scandalous state he was in.

“Ummm…” before Gabriel could even say anything more Michael had already teleported both him and Adam out of his office in a cloud of blue smoke.

“So all this time they weren’t fighting?” Jophiel wondered aloud. “It was just their form of flirting?”

“That…that explains a lot,” Raphael said, still a little shocked at what he had just witnessed. 

Uriel wanted to gouge out his eyes. That was something he never wanted nor needed to see.

—-

“Please, I’m ready to move on into my third life now…” Adam groaned into his hands as he laid on the bed of Michael’s bedroom. A heavy cloud of unconsolable despair hung over him as he felt the weight of shame and embarrassment on his body. Never had he wished to sink into the ground and disappear forever more than ever in both his mortal life and afterlife. 

“It– it’s not so bad,” Michael tried to console Adam, one hand gently patting his head. “People were bound to find out. At least it was my siblings and not someone like Sera.”

“Michael, please, shut the fuck up.” Adam could feel the tears of shame prick his eyes. “I can’t believe they caught us like that!!” screamed Adam into a pillow he had grabbed. 

“Yes, that– that is troublesome,” Michael nervously agreed. For all his confident capability, for the first time in his long immortal life, Michael wasn’t exactly sure how to face his siblings after this…incident. At least without it being painfully embarrassing for both him and Adam. 

Adam whined into the pillow, still refusing to believe what had happened just minutes before, “I want to return to dust now, Father pleeeease!”

[I actually really really enjoyed writing your OCs, might have even fallen in love with Uriel here ahahaha.]

[twisted-confessions]

Y'know what, I'm feeling a little bored.

I don't really have much to contribute to the TWST community besides my writing skills and my editing skills so I figured I'd offer my services!!!

I love making Twst cards of my OC Isabella Haddock and of other peoples Twst OC's like @boopshoops Yuu Shi and Jocia Gains so I'm offering to turn your OC/Yuusona into different rated Twst Gacha Cards for you!!! You can send in an ask with your character and the full details listed below. I'll have examples of Cards and extra request details below the cut.

Please don't hesitate to ask as I have a ton of fun making them and can finish them in less than an hour so request as many cards of your TWST OCs as you want!!! Just make sure you read the details below.

WHAT I NEED TO MAKE YOUR CARD(S): - A full body pose or a pose up to the knees of your oc with a transp. background (if possible) OR -A headshot from the neck up I can paste it over an asset of the students outfits I have (credit to @alchemivich for asset files)

-What type of card it is (R/SR/SSR/Groovy)

-Their dorm (if fanmade, a logo of their dorm)

-The background you want if it's SR or SSR

-The name of the OC (I'll use google translate for the Japanese Kanji if you can't find it)

-Their outfit name (Eg. Tropical Wear, Dorm Uniform etc.)

And then we can go over finer details in a post thread or in a DM. If you don't have full art yet that's fine, just send the request when you do! I'll have these requests open as long as I'm free. Also, NO PRICES!!! I'm doing these for the free fun of it :). I'm open to art trades as a price if you want to make it even. Always love to see more art of my girl and her monster boys (Toothless, Grim and Stitch... the rest of NRC too lol-). All I ask is that if you post the card to please give credit to either me or my main blog @techno-danger

FURTHER DETAILS: Because of my obsession of sticking with Canon, I try to make the cards following their grades, for example if it's a School Uniform I'd default to make it an R card and R's don't have proper artistic backgrounds, only the patterned ones. If you do want to have a card that doesn't follow the grade system (eg. R card with a background, SR PE or School Uniform etc.) PLEASE let me know and emphasize that that's what you want.

R cards and SR cards go to the knees if they stand straight up, otherwise it depends on the pose you draw them in. SSR I'll try to fit the whole body in so keep in mind how you want your OC to look in your card. If you want a pose make sure to draw them in a pose, I'm not a miracle worker or an artist, I'm an inexperienced editor doing this for fun lol.

EXAMPLES: R, SR and SSR Cards of my OC Isabella Haddock (designed by the wonderful @boopshoops) and a Bonus Grim I did for fun to match her (RAMSHACKLE DESERVES A DORM UNIFORM DAMN IT-)

Difference between a Full Body Pose and Headshot Only Pose (using @alchemivich's game assets)

Custom Background (aka, not official TWST background assets)

Jocia Gains belongs to Shoopy in her AU, The Creation of A Villain (GO READ IT NOW-). I made this card as part of a thank you gift to her however we don't have any RSA cards so using a background Shoopy gave to me for Bella, I made my own version of RSA's R cards, logo included. I can do this for your OC too if they attend a different school.

If you managed to read ALL of this, thank you so much! You get a secret slice of cake 🍰 I can't wait to bring your OC cards to life!! Have fun requesting!

[beyondfabric]

Brands to Know: Atelier Estorninho

Portugal is renowned for its fashion industry worldwide, with some the leadi ng fashion labels producing in its collections here due to the vast know-how and expert craftsmanship. It’s a fact that the quality/price ratio is virtually unmatched, what might lead us to think that we’d have a burgeoning market for new designers and independent fashion brands to pave their way into the mainstream market. However, that is not the case here, as let’s admit it, we lack the branding capacity to make it happen and government support is solely focused on massive scale internationalization.

Nonetheless, every now and then a new name pops that caughts the attention on both local and international markets with the prime players being Portuguese Flannel, La Paz and more recently, Ernest W Baker. As you may know by now if you’ve following me for a while, I’m a sucker for promoting local quality products and projects and on this note, today I bring you and up and coming label that has been gaining momentum in the local scene: Atelier Estorninho.

Inspired by a retro-vintage meets military aesthetic, Estorninho has been consistently putting out interesting designs that are thoroughly tested before hitting the shelves, a philosophy I can relate with including in my own project. I reached out to Hugo, the brands founder, to learn a bit more about his vision of contemporary menswear

1 - Hi Hugo. Can you tell us a bit more about what lead you to create this eponymous label?

The creation of Atelier Estorninho was driven by a desire to blend my personal interests in classic timeless garments, vintage aesthetics and military-inspired fashion with modern textile technology. I wanted to bring a unique perspective to the industry, offering pieces that are not only stylish but also functional and timeless.

2 - Do you come from a fashion background or is it born out of pure passion?

While I don't have a traditional fashion background, I do have a strong foundation in design. Since I was a kid, I always dreamed of pursuing a creative career. I was obsessed with video games like Medal of Honor, action figures like G.I. Joes and war movies, and I often funnily geared up in camouflage in kindergarten. My passion for creativity and design, combined with my fascination with military aesthetics, naturally led me to start my own label. Although I've never had any formal classes related to fashion, my journey into this field is fueled by pure passion and a lifelong love for innovative and expressive design. I've always been fascinated by how fashion can tell a story and express individuality, which motivated me to start my own label.

3 - You have a keen eye to create stand out pieces with heavy military influence but that simultaneously merge preppy elements. What inspired you to go this way?

The inspiration comes from a love of classic military uniforms and their functionality combined with the refined, versatile and polished look of preppy style. I wanted to create a fusion that captures the best of both worlds – ruggedness and elegance.

Specific army uniforms that have influenced my designs include the US Army's OG 107 uniforms issued during the Vietnam War, named after their color (Olive Green, shade 7). These uniforms inspired the cut of my cargo trousers and the rear patch pockets with flap closures. Another significant influence is the Gurkha shorts used by the British military, named after the fierce Nepalese soldiers. The wide fit of these shorts inspired the silhouette for my Ivy Chino Shorts.

Additionally, my Ivy Chino Trousers are inspired by the French Military M-52 trousers, known for their back flap pockets and shallow pleats. These trousers were adopted by the French army in 1952, during a time when iconic designers like Christian Dior, Balenciaga, and Chanel were active, marking the golden age of French fashion. This era also saw significant events such as the China War and the Algerian War, where military force played a crucial role. The M-52s were created in this historical context and were mass-produced as French uniforms for about a decade.

On the preppy side, the reason I named many of my clothing items "Ivy" is because I am very interested in the clothing worn on college campuses during the late 1950s in the Northeastern United States, particularly those of the Ivy League. These institutions were the predecessors of preppy style, and I wanted to embody the lifestyle of someone who lived in an Ivy League school environment. This includes a shared dorm room and a small wardrobe that demands a carefully curated selection of items elegant enough for classes, lectures, and school events, but also comfortable, stylish, and versatile enough for adolescent life—whether wrestling around at the park with friends or grabbing a beer at the bar. These clothes are meant to be reliable companions in every situation. My Ivy League Cardigan is inspired by the cardigans worn during that era too, but combining it's charm with a cozy feeling of a hoodie by utilising jersey fabric instead and kangaroo pockets, just like your favourite hoodie.

By merging these historical military elements, preppy charm and modern fabrics, I hope to create distinctive and versatile pieces that stand out.

4 - What would you say are the trademark features of an Atelier Estorninho item?

Simple: Timeless charm, deliberate craftsmanship, premium materials.

5 - You approach each design carefully, releasing limited styles and runs at a time. Is this a necessity due to the scale of the brand or a business model in itself?

It's both a strategic choice and a practical necessity. Being the sole designer, I take a hands-on approach to every aspect of the creation process—I love every bit of it, but it's a ton of work! Although I have a small team, this setup enables me to produce meticulously crafted items that stand out and ensures each piece meets exacting standards for quality and timeless design. Limiting our runs isn't just about enhancing exclusivity; it's about managing production sustainably and staying true to my commitment to quality over quantity.

6 - What’s your favourite item in the collection and why?

My favorite item would have to be our signature military-inspired Ivy Chino Shorts. They perfectly encapsulate the brand’s ethos, combining quality, practicality, and versatility with style. The attention to detail and the story behind their design make them a standout piece in the collection. Features like the double pleats, side waist adjusters, and flexible cotton fabric ensure comfort and ease of movement. The deep front slanted pockets and two back pockets with flaps provide convenient storage where your items won’t fall out. These shorts can be dressed up or down thanks to their classic and elegant cut. The use of Spanish luxury cotton fabric, Italian corozo buttons, and patterned pocket liners add a fine, luxurious touch to the detail.

7 - We seem to share a common passion for unique trouser styles. In your opinion, what makes trousers so special?

Trousers are a cornerstone of any outfit, second only to shoes in their visual impact. They have the power to transform the overall look and feel of an ensemble. For me, investing in high-quality trousers is crucial; I'd prefer to pair a $100 pair of trousers with a $10 t-shirt rather than the reverse.

I have very specific rules for trousers: the leg opening shouldn't be tight on the ankle, but rather sit at least half the length of your feet. This ensures a comfortable fit and a balanced silhouette. I also prefer high-waisted trousers with a long fly on a man, as this enhances a man's physique and silhouette, providing a classic and flattering look. Additionally, a straight cut for a standard fit is my go-to, as it offers timeless elegance and versatility.

Personally, I prefer pleats for suit trousers and chinos, as they add a touch of elegance and functionality, providing extra room and comfort. For jeans, selvedge denim is my fabric of choice due to its durability and classic appeal. The meticulous craftsmanship involved in creating selvedge, indigo dyed denim results in a superior product that ages beautifully over time.

One of the reasons I focus so much on trousers is that they need to be both stylish and functional. People often tell me how much they appreciate the practical elements, such as deep pockets and durable fabrics, alongside the aesthetic appeal. For example, my cargo trousers, feature rear patch pockets with flap closures that are both stylish and highly functional. Additionally, the preppy influence in my designs, particularly seen in my Ivy Chino Trousers, offers a versatile option that fits seamlessly into various settings, from casual to more formal occasions, you'll always look appropriate and stylish.

Trousers not only provide structure and style but also offer versatility and comfort. They carry a lot of personality in a look, more than any graphic t-shirt ever can in my opinion. Their design, fabric, and fit can dramatically enhance personal style and make a strong fashion statement. The right pair of trousers can elevate any ensemble.

8 - You recently launched a capsule collection at The Feeting Room. What are the future plans in terms of collections and brand evolution?

I plan to continue exploring new design ideas and collaborations, maybe diving deeper into functionality, timelessness, and style. I aim to create clothing that is practical and comfortable for traveling or everyday errands, yet elegant. This includes incorporating classic visual influences, durable construction, functional pockets, and using natural and luxury fabrics.

For the long term, I hope to continue capturing an essence of timeless masculine charm, balancing ruggedness and elegance. Maybe including a women's collection too, with a different approach that merges seamlessly with the brand. I hope to expand internationally and eventually open a flagship store. I hope to create memorable pieces in my customers' wardrobes, prioritizing owning less but owning better.

9 - Where can we get your items?

Our collections are available at select boutiques, including The Feeting Room, and through our online store. We also participate in pop-up events and fashion fairs, which are great opportunities for customers to experience our brand in person.

[oceanlipgloss]

LUNCHBOX

MEPHISTOPHELES.

+ no warnings.

+ my mc is the heroine, so the pronouns are feminine.

Nobles didn’t need lunchboxes. They didn’t share lunches on school benches.

Nobles indulged in fancy luncheons and had luxurious dinners. That was how he had always lived; not for decades and not for centuries, but for millennia. Yet, the next thing he knew, this pretty and horribly fragile creature had come along and spoiled the whole rhythm.

That did not merely mean his lunching habits, of course, or the traditional noble programme, or anything else like that—for the little butterfly had let her wings move a bit too fast, fly a little too far. She had let herself land on his velvet fingertip, twirl around in his brain, then sneak her way into his heart.

Do you understand what it was like for him?

She was messing with his mind and troubling his heart, spreading the nectar from part to part until the entire organ was contracting with his red admiration, and all her own.

He was a demon. Holy scripts of all kinds and in all languages told of how those like him are damned before their creation, and born damned still.

Goddamn it though, wasn’t she a demon too? She made disliking her hard, altered the rhythm of his heart; it pounded faster when she was there. Made him think about her so much, all the time, even when he had better things to do—more important things, like taking down a fallen angel, for instance.

Goodness...was this not an alarmingly strange phenomenon all around? That is why, for the first time in his seemingly endless life he actually and genuinely thought, ‘I am damned.’

How could he not? Was there even a sliver of probability to think otherwise?

After all, he was willingly seated next to a commoner on a school bench. So much like a silly school crush...

The cherry on top, though? The icing on the cake? The sugar rush to his bafflement? How he was heartily eating the weird stuff in her lunchbox. The flavours were very good.

Oh, dear.

Scratch that.

It was worse.

So much worse.

He was so, so, dangerously close to a human, a mortal woman whom he had not been very fond of—if at all—in the beginning, and for quite a long time. Their shoulders were touching. She was very warm. He could feel the mellow heat through the fabric of her uniform.

Were all humans this warm, or was it just her?

He would have to study that later.

For now...well.

It wasn’t just mere material proximity; it was not their bodies that were close only. The romantic tales and legends did not quite get it right, and many poets did not pen it properly.

How to put it...

You see, he could almost feel a quaint connection in their souls, as though mystic hands were tugging at the enchanted thread by which their spirits were tied. It was a thread impossible to see with the eye, but easy to feel in the heart.

And he had no way of truly knowing, but perhaps their hearts, too, were pulsating to the same song playing within them.

Unsettling as it were, the feeling and the sensations it brought remained quite nice.

Routine is a curious matter; it arranges days and nights, organises time itself—and yet, should they choose to, one can change it however they like.

Before this lunchbox ordeal, his hours had constantly resembled one another and looked nearly identical. They were too much alike.

He had followed a certain pattern, but now he had chosen to paint for himself a new excitement—an unprecedented event with an unexpected person—in that redundant schedule.

In truth, she was well aware that he did not hate her, so she was the one who had been incessant on spending this time with him. She was the one who had begun their little journey of sweet fortune.

She taught him new things. Sometimes she talked about profound matters. Sometimes she made meaningless small talk. Eventually, she made him think about how he would love to visit the twisted realm of humans with her.

With her, he realised that solitude disappears. Relations could be blessings. He was happier eating common simplicity packed into a plastic box more than he had ever been stabbing silverware into fine gourmet meals laid on exquisite china.

Never once had he imagined he would find spiritual pleasure in the company of this particular creature, this—truth be told—lovely lady. It appeared that fate had wished to prove him wrong in this subject, and so it was.

But when it had never before crossed his mind that he would one day come to enjoy her presence and bask in her warmth, how could he ever have predicted that he would long for that same warmth to be by his side?

Perhaps it was true that ignorance is bliss.

Who could know whether their soul will ever bind itself to someone or not?

Who could ever know the destined one that will rob them of their heart?

There is no need to do so.

Walking through time with an unknowing mind that cannot form any predictions and blind eyes that cannot make out a picture of the future could be pleasant.

What one cannot expect may very well turn out to be a great surprise, an absolute delight...or their sweetest demise.

+note: sort of word-vomited this one and wanted to put it up. [9.11.2024: did someone from NTT read this fic in reverse or smth 'cause glue ur eyeballs to the screenshot for a minute intimacy bar WHEN]

+ MASTERLIST

+ AO3 POST

©𝙤𝙘𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙜𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙨

[spicyicetea]

This is the start of a fic I briefly spoke about in THIS post. These won’t be chapter by chapter posts, at least not at first, but somewhat disconnected posts that change POV. I still don’t know what to call this but if you have suggestions feel free to let me know.

Yandere Eldritch Submas x reader

May contain NSFW topics including violence, swearing and sexual references. MDNI. This is a Fem reader but referred to with GN pronouns the majority of the time. Not proofread because I can’t be bothered.

Oh Arceus

It wasn’t often Arceus had to intervene with his creations, but now he feels obligated. He lowered his guard and something… slipped through the cracks into the reality he had created. Powerful beings they were, rivalling his own power easily when working together. They were hungry beings, greedy things he had tried to protect his creations from. But no, they’ve been a pain in his… neck ever since one of them discovered the concept Soulmates. Their desire to watch his creations grew, wanting to discover what those… humans meant when calling someone a soulmate. Then they found her, what a battle they caused. He held them off, reminding them of a deal they had sealed millennia prior but they easily shattered it as he turned his back to heal. Sliding through the cracks in reality to find her… find their soulmate.

“So, you’re telling me that you fucked up and I have to fix it?”

It was hard to believe a single word they were told, it isn’t often the god you were studying appears before you to beg for your aid. But this was no ordinary situation. Two other god-like beings slipped into the world you held so dear and now god wants you to help fix it, to find them.

“I don’t think I’m qualified for this job.”

“Hold on! Don’t just walk away!”

Y/N stopped in their tracks, sighing before looking at the towering white god before them. Despite how unbelievable it was, it felt wrong to just say no. Arceus wanted them to travel back to Unova, where he believed these beings were hiding. That doesn’t sound so bad… it would be nice to return to Unova…

“Fine, I’ll help you.”

And with that, your fate was sealed. As the phone like shape settled into your palm, Arceus taking a more familiar form to not arouse suspicion, you had been played into their arms perfectly. Disguising themselves in human forms to find their beloved. It’s the perfect plan.

“And given that Arceus can never let things be without his permission, he will lure them home to us!”

“Perfect plan brother! I’m so verrry excited to see our darling again.”

“Yes, however, we should be weary Kudari, I fear Arceus may recognise us and take her away from us…”

“Then we shall use our other names Nobori, remember? I am Emmett and you’re-“

“Ingo, I remember brother.”

———————————

The sun streamed through the parted clouds onto the pavement, street vendors offering food at every corner. It had been years since you had lived in Nimbasa, but the sights were still as familiar as ever. Except that was a lie. It had never been so… perfect. In fact, it was uncomfortably so. Your new friend tucked in your pocket not doing much to heal your discomfort.

“I need to get a job… I wonder if that coffee shop I used to visit is hiring.” Y/N muttered, a hand on their chin while trying to figure out how to afford food.

Their shoes clicked along the pavement before a hand tapped her shoulder. With wide eyes, she spun to face them. The person in green uniform bowed and apologised repeatedly. They knew if they didn’t then their bosses would have a few harsh words for him.

“Ah my apologies ma’am! I overheard you talking about needed a job and thought I could lend a hand. You see, we’re currently hiring new workers at the the station and-“

“Station? I don’t remember Nimbasa having a-“

“Ah, it’s always been here, come along, I’m sure you’d love to join us.”

He dragged Y/N along the stairs into the subway grinning at her. His bosses may be your soulmates but all the other workers were eager to meet you. They had followed them from the worlds they originated from as their worshipers and now are often treated as family, or their children more or less. As much as their bosses desired you, the workers needed you just as much, you were their new mom pretty much.

“Ah there they are! Master Ingo!”

Master? What a strange way to refer to their boss…

“Hm? Ah Jackie have you-“ the man in the black coat froze, his eyes widening as he adjusted his cap and cleared his throat. “I see you’ve found someone who wishes to work with us?”

Jackie nodded eagerly taking his cap off and placing it on your head. The expression the other man held changed, it held something dangerous. It felt as if every shadow in the station were starring at you. With a nervous laugh, you took the cap off, placing it into Jackie’s hands again.

“Aha, thanks but I don’t think-“

“We’d love for you to work with us! Wouldn’t we brother?”

“Yes verrry much so Ingo!”

Y/N jolted as a man in a white coat appeared beside him, seemingly out of thin air. What are you saying Y/N, he must have walked over while you looked at Jackie…

“I am Emmett! And this is my dear brother Ingo. We would love for you to join us here.”

Ingo just nodded along with him, both staring at you expectantly. The way both brothers stared into your eyes sparked something. It felt like the shadows were groping at your thighs and weighing down on your chest, coiling around your breasts. Well they were, but you didn’t need to know that, nor did you need to know that they had… gotten rid of one of your neighbours and claimed the house next to yours so they can keep an eye on you.

“I… fine, I might as well. As long as you pay well.” You sighed, the twins lighting up with glee. Both grabbing your hands and leading you further into the station to their office.

“We’ll grab you a uniform and you can start tomorrow!” They said in unison, turning their backs to hide the way their faces distorted, too happy to contain their true forms fully.

[50calmadeuce]

Ch. 17: An Evening At The Hard Deck

Warning: Mention of miscarriage. Some chapters have sex.

Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction using characters from the Top Gun: Maverick world, trademarked by Paramount Pictures Corporation. I do not claim ownership of the characters and the world that I am borrowing.

The story and situation I am creating are a work of my imagination and I do not ascribe them to official story canon. This work is for entertainment only and is not a part of the storyline.

I am not profiting financially from the creation and publication of this story, but I do hope it gives you happy thoughts.

These stories are my own, so please do not take them and use them for yourself without my permission. If you see them somewhere else, please let me know. :)

Before leaving, you informed Penny's bartender, Jimmy, about your plan to head down to the beach to await Jake's arrival. With that settled, you began your leisurely stroll along the water's edge, savoring the pleasant warmth of the sun and the stunning scenic view. The rhythmic sound of the waves crashing softly against the shore, combined with the gentle caress of the sea breeze, created a serene atmosphere, allowing you to fully immerse yourself in the tranquil beauty of the moment.

As you walked, your thoughts naturally drifted towards the possibility of making a life here while Jake was deployed. However, this place was undeniably urban, a far cry from the rural settings where your professional skills as a large animal veterinarian would be in demand. The absence of cows, horses, and other large animals in the cityscape made you question how useful or fulfilled you could be in such an environment. With a sigh, you found yourself weighing the pros and cons of establishing roots in Wisconsin, Texas, or California. Each location offered its own unique set of challenges and opportunities, not just for your career but also for your personal life and your relationship with Jake. The decision loomed large, a complex puzzle of geographical and emotional factors to consider.

Pausing in your tracks, you found yourself gazing out at the expansive ocean stretching endlessly before you. As the wind picked up, a stray piece of hair brushed across your face. Instinctively, you reached up, tucking the rogue strand behind your ear, allowing you an unobstructed view of the horizon. The vastness of the sea, with its rolling waves and the soothing sound they produced, offered a moment of reflection and calm. It was a stark reminder of the wide-open possibilities that lay ahead, both daunting and liberating in equal measure.

As you stood there lost in thought, a male voice suddenly broke the tranquility. "Excuse me, Ma'am. You shouldn't be out here alone," he said, just as arms wrapped around you from behind, bringing an immediate and unexpected closeness. His head positioned itself next to yours, a gesture that was meant to be reassuring but was startling given the surprise. This intimate encounter was a stark contrast to the solitude and introspection of just moments before, shifting the atmosphere completely.

Your initial surprise softened into a smile as you recognized the familiarity of the moment. "Hi, flyboy," you greeted warmly, the affection in your voice unmistakable.

"Hi, darlin'," Jake replied, his voice carrying a blend of affection and relief. Following his greeting, he gently kissed your cheek and then, with a careful motion, turned you around to face him, ensuring that you were now looking directly into each other's eyes. "The squad wants to meet you. They still can't believe I'm married."

Jake's actions and words brought a moment of intimacy amidst the vastness of the beach and the roar of the ocean. His statement about the squad's disbelief at his marital status added a layer of communal intrigue to your personal narrative.

Observing him now in his Navy khaki uniform added a tangible reminder of the life and responsibilities he carried beyond the personal realm you both shared. "That seems to be the story around here," you responded, your voice carrying a hint of amusement mixed with a touch of resignation. It was a nuanced acknowledgment of the unusual circumstances surrounding your relationship—private moments and decisions that had unfolded away from the eyes of the world, now beginning to emerge into the broader context of Jake's life and community.

"Hey. The Navy knew, and that was all that mattered," Jake responded, his tone light yet underscored with sincerity. As he slipped his arms around your waist, a gesture of closeness and comfort, you instinctively placed your arms behind his neck, drawing yourselves closer together.

The kiss you shared was a beautiful amalgamation of passion, gentleness, and sweetness. It was a moment that seemed to pause time itself, allowing the two of you to exist in a world of your own. As the kiss ended and you slightly pulled apart, your foreheads remained touching, a silent exchange of understanding and affection passing between you.

"I guess," you responded softly, the words carrying more than just agreement—a recognition of the complexities and compromises your unique situation demanded.

Eventually, you both stepped back from this intimate embrace, yet the connection remained unbroken as you joined hands. Together, you began walking towards The Hard Deck, your steps in harmony, symbolizing the unity and partnership you shared.

"So, let me get this straight. You've been married to him," Natasha 'Phoenix' Trace said, pointing an incredulous finger towards Jake. "For four years, and we had no idea about it?" Her tone was a mix of surprise and disbelief, echoing the sentiment that seemed to be shared among the group gathered at The Hard Deck. The revelation of your long-standing marriage to Jake, something so significant yet unknown to his closest colleagues, added an air of astonishment to the conversation.

"Yup," you confirmed with a simple affirmation, taking a sip of your water to punctuate the statement.

Phoenix shrugged, a slight smile playing on her lips. "I guess that makes sense on why he was such an ass a lot of the time."

Your laughter followed her comment, a light-hearted acknowledgment of her attempt to make sense of Jake's past behavior.

Phoenix leaned in closer, her curiosity evident in her expression. "How do you deal with him when he gets so cocky?" she asked in a slight whisper, acknowledging the occasional challenge of managing Jake's confidence.

You reciprocated the whisper, sharing your secret with a knowing smile. "Honestly, I just roll my eyes."

Phoenix nodded in understanding, her own expression reflecting a mixture of amusement and agreement. "I can see that," she remarked, acknowledging the simplicity of your approach to handling Jake's occasional bouts of overconfidence. This exchange underscored the bonds of camaraderie and shared experiences within the group, offering a glimpse into the dynamics of navigating relationships amidst the challenges of military life.

"What are you two whispering about over there?" Jake asked from the pool table, his tone playfully curious. He couldn't help but feel a sense of happiness seeing how well you were integrating with his squad. His question, light-hearted and tinged with amusement, reflected his contentment in witnessing the budding friendship and understanding developing between you and his closest companions. It was clear that your connection with the group, particularly with Phoenix, added a new layer of familial warmth to the bonds that tied them all together.

"Phoenix was just asking for pointers on how to deal with you when your head goes too far up your ass," you retorted playfully, your words light but pointed, causing a ripple of amusement to spread through the group.

A chorus of "ooo's" echoed around you, the playful burn directed at your husband eliciting reactions ranging from surprise to delight among his squad mates.

"Damn, Hangman. For not knowing about her for four years, she knows you pretty damn well," Mickey 'Fanboy' Garcia chimed in, his comment drawing a round of laughter and nods of agreement from the others. His statement underscored the ironic humor of the situation—despite the squad's long history with Jake, it was clear you had an insightful and profound understanding of him, one that resonated with his friends and highlighted the depth of your connection.

Jake gave you a teasing glance. "She's the expert here," he said with a smirk. Leaning across the pool table, he lined up and executed his shot.

After his turn, you approached the table, only for him to encircle you with his arm, drawing you in for a swift kiss. "Grab me another beer, would you, darlin'?" he asked.

"Sure," you answered, circling back around the pool table.

"Headed to the ladies' room?" Phoenix inquired.

"No, just off to get a beer," you responded.

Phoenix jumped down from her seat. "I'll come with you."

As you both made your way to the bar, Penny caught your eye. "Let me guess, another beer for Hangman?" she said with a knowing look.

"That's right," you confirmed.

Then, turning her attention to Phoenix, she asked, "How about you, Phoenix? Can I get you anything?"

"Yeah, I'll have one too," Phoenix replied.

"Add it to my tab, Penny. Actually," you said, reaching back to retrieve your phone from your pocket and placing it on the bar, "I'm covering the next round."

Penny flashed a smile, walked over, and rang the bell. A wave of cheers and grateful shouts of 'Thank you' echoed throughout the bar.

The unique rules of The Hard Deck brought a smile to your face, though you found them entirely reasonable: 'Disrespect a lady, the Navy, or place your cell phone on my bar, and you're buying a round.' It seemed only fair to treat these pilots to a drink.

Shortly after, Penny returned with your and Phoenix's drinks in hand. "Here you go."

"Thanks, Penny," you both echoed, grateful for her quick service. With your drinks in hand, you made your way back to the group gathered around the pool table.

You passed Jake his beer, and he gave you a quizzical look. "Darlin', did you just buy the whole bar a round?"

"I did," you confirmed with a smile.

He shrugged, a hint of amusement in his expression. "Okay, then."

After delivering Jake his beer, you returned to where Phoenix was seated and began engaging in conversation with her, picking up where you left off or perhaps diving into a new topic of discussion.

Coyote approached Jake right after he completed his pool shot and gave him a nudge. "So, have you mentioned anything to Y/N about Sierra?"

Jake glanced at him before positioning himself for another shot over the pool table. "There's nothing to mention," he replied, focusing on his game as he executed the shot.

"You'd better hope that's true, because look who just walked in." Coyote tilted his beer in the direction of the bar's entrance, indicating someone's arrival.

Jake followed Coyote's gesture, turning his gaze towards the bar's entrance to see who had just walked in.

"Shit," Phoenix muttered, her attention fixed towards the bar.

"What?" you inquired, turning your gaze in the same direction.

There, a tall woman with bronzed skin, her curly hair cascading in a blend of blonde, brown, and red streaks, was making her presence known. Dressed in a blue jean skirt, a white tank top, and sandals, she seemed to navigate the bar with a purpose, her trajectory unmistakably aimed at Jake.

"Did Jake ever mention Sierra to you?" Phoenix asked, turning her gaze back to you, her expression a mix of concern and curiosity.

Meeting her question with a puzzled look, you remained silent.

Taking your silence as an answer, Phoenix said, "I'm going to take that as a no."

"So, who is she?"

"Some girl who was after Jake, wanting more than he was willing to give. He kept turning her down, but she wouldn't let up, fabricating stories about them being an item," Phoenix explained, shedding light on the situation.

"Oh, really?" You responded, your curiosity piqued. Taking a sip of your water, you turned your attention to the unfolding scene as the woman made her way towards your husband. With a hint of anticipation, you leaned back in your chair. "This should be interesting," you mused, ready to observe how the situation would unfold.

Jake straightened up after completing his shot at the pool table, turning to face Sierra as she approached and halted beside him.

"Hiya, Hangman," she greeted, punctuating her words with a pop of her gum.

"Sierra," he acknowledged with a nod, maintaining his composure. Without further engagement, he maneuvered around her to line up his next shot. Unperturbed, Sierra mirrored his movements, continuing to follow him around the table.

As Jake leaned over to take his next shot, Sierra's gaze zeroed in on the wedding ring adorning his finger.

"You're married?" she asked, her tone laced with disbelief, as she snapped her gum.

Completing his shot, Jake straightened up and faced her. "Yes. I've been married for four years," he affirmed, his voice steady.

Sierra, undeterred, reached out to place her hand on Jake's chest, her demeanor shifting to a feigned sweetness. "Is this just to get back at me?" she inquired, looking up at him.

From his peripheral vision, Jake noticed you rising from your chair, alert to the unfolding interaction.

"Y/N. She's not worth it," Phoenix cautioned as she saw you stand, sensing the tension.

"I got this," you assured her confidently, dismissing the concern with a calm resolve. With that, you began making your way towards Jake and Sierra, prepared to handle the situation.

Jake swiftly took Sierra's hand and gently but firmly pushed it away from his chest. "Sierra, I've always been clear with you. I'm not interested in you. I never have been, and I never will be," he stated decisively, making his stance unmistakably clear.

Sierra laughed. "Jake stop. You know that's not true."

Jake's expression hardened, his patience evidently wearing thin. "No, Sierra, it's very true. You need to respect my feelings and my marriage," he responded, his voice firm yet composed, aiming to put an end to any misunderstandings once and for all.

Sierra scoffed, disbelief painting her features. "Your marriage. You've never mentioned it before," she challenged, skepticism lacing her tone. As she went to raise her hand, likely aiming to touch Jake once more in a familiar gesture, he was quicker. Jake reached out, his movements decisive, and firmly stopped her advance.

"Stop, Sierra," Jake said, his voice stern and commanding. The firmness in his tone left no room for misunderstanding. He set a clear boundary, signaling an end to any perceived intimacy or advances from her part.

Your approach didn't go unnoticed, and as you reached their side, Jake gave you a look that mixed relief with a touch of annoyance at the situation. Turning to face Sierra, your presence added weight to Jake's words.

"Can I help you?" You interjected, stepping into the conversation with a poised demeanor.

Sierra sized you up with a quick glance, her expression one of skepticism. "And who might you be?" she asked, her tone edged with curiosity and defiance.

With calm assurance, you responded, "I would be his wife," establishing your relationship to Jake and your presence in the situation.

Sierra's eyebrows shot up, surprise etching her features for a moment before she managed to mask it with a sly smile. "Oh, the wife," she said, dragging out the words as if tasting them for the first time. Sierra turned her attention back to Jake, her demeanor now tinged with accusation. "You really planned this all out?" she queried, her voice carrying a mix of disbelief and indignation, implying a sense of betrayal.

Jake met Sierra's incredulous gaze with a level one of his own. "I didn't plan anything, Sierra, just like I never gave you any indication that I was interested in you," he clarified firmly, hoping to dispel any misconceptions she harbored about their past interactions.

Sierra, still clinging to her disbelief, let out a another scoff, her eyes darting between you and Jake. "Well, this is quite the surprise. Never thought I'd see the day," she muttered under her breath, her tone laced with sarcasm and a hint of bitterness.

"It's not about a day. We've been married for four years now," you chimed in, reinforcing Jake's commitment to you and emphasizing the duration and seriousness of your relationship to Sierra, hoping to underscore the finality of the situation.

"Oh, really? Then why wasn't I ever aware of you?" Sierra challenged, skepticism coloring her tone, seeking to find a crack in your assertion.

Unfazed, you took a step closer, meeting her gaze with unwavering confidence. "That's on a need-to-know basis, and you, quite frankly, don't need to know," you replied, asserting your position while subtly indicating that her involvement in your and Jake's life was neither required nor desired.

Sierra, finally showing signs of relenting, turned her attention back to Jake with one last attempt to salvage her pride. "So, I wasn't spunky enough for you, is that it?" She then shifted her gaze to you, a mix of defiance and resignation in her eyes. "You can have him. I've seen better," she declared, attempting to mask her defeat with indifference. With that, she turned on her heel and walked away, leaving the confrontation behind.

Jake's face lit up with a smile of pride as he watched Sierra leave. "Darlin', that was great!" he exclaimed, clearly impressed by how you handled the situation.

You, however, kept a stone-faced expression, not ready to share in his relief just yet. "Outside, now," you commanded, making it clear there was still a matter to be addressed between the two of you. Without waiting for a response, you turned and headed towards the door leading to the back patio, leaving no room for argument. Jake, sensing the seriousness in your tone, quickly followed behind you.

Outside, the cool air contrasted with the tension between you as you leaned against the railing, waiting for Jake to reach you.

"Darlin', let me explain," he began, earnestness in his voice.

You turned to face him, the frustration evident. "You could've warned me, Jake."

He sighed, a hint of regret in his expression. "I hadn't seen her in months, thought she had moved on."

"That's not the point, Jake. I've been open with you about my past."

"I know, I know," he rushed to assure you, "but I didn't do anything with her. I never kissed her or anything."

"So, it's back to me again?" Your voice carried a mix of disbelief and hurt, feeling as if the focus was wrongly being shifted onto your actions or past rather than addressing the current issue directly.

"Y/N, I didn't say that," Jake quickly clarified, trying to steer the conversation away from any misinterpretation.

"You didn't have to," you said, the disappointment in your voice clear as you began walking towards the door, distancing yourself from the conversation and the tension.

"Where are you going?" Jake's voice carried a note of concern, unsure of your intentions in the moment.

Pausing, you turned to face him, the complexity of your feelings reflected in your eyes. "I'd say home, but it's not, so I guess back to your place," you replied. The distinction you made between 'home' and 'his place' underscored the unsettled feelings and the need for some resolution or comfort in the wake of the evening's events.

As you reentered the bar, making your way back to where Phoenix was seated, her concern was immediately evident.

"You okay?" she inquired, her eyes searching yours for the truth.

"I'm good. I'm leaving," you managed to say, trying to maintain your composure amidst the swirling emotions.

Without hesitation, Phoenix reached for her phone. "What's your number?" she asked, understanding the importance of staying connected.

After you provided your number, you watched her fingers move quickly over the screen, sending a text to ensure you had a way to reach out.

"If you need anything…" she began, her offer hanging in the air, a testament to her willingness to support you.

Feeling your phone vibrate in your pocket as her text came through, you reached out to give Phoenix a hug, grateful for her immediate show of solidarity and friendship.

"Thanks," you said, pulling away from the embrace. With a heavy heart but a sense of resolve, you made your way to the bar to settle your tab. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Jake reenter from outside. Without another word, you left, stepping into the night, leaving behind the bar, the confrontation, and the unresolved feelings, at least for now.

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❤December😈

It's been one heck of a year lovelies, including this being the anniversary of me starting this blog! If those of you that are still here from before, my old blog was shadow banned and no answer from the help team until 6 months later which lead to the creation of jazeswhbhaven!!!

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🌲Zagan L-card React/Summary 🌲The new Lucifer card Summary 🌲Satan Torture Rewrite Fic

🌲Wrapping up Requests

I definitely want to make sure I get all outstanding requests answered and finished by the end of year so I start January with a clean slate! I really want to keep on that promise to be more organized with my requests to keep wait times reasonable. Once again thank you all for your patience <3

Next stuff for next year?????

EYE, I am not making too many promises, but I do have some fancy new things I'd like to implement for this blog! I know that I did an audio react earlier this year, and during a survey ya'll were receptive to having a hybrid of those mixed in with my written reacts. I will do my best to do more of those as they take a bit longer to create/edit.

I really like my fankid, Cain and I also love the requests that come in for me to write about him! I will possibly dish out more Cain content and his siblings next year, (i know ya'll dig Astra too (i hope) I will not neglect her since ya know SHE BE MY MC FOR WHB) Errrr if there's anything else I don't even know. oh, so ya'll may or may not see later in the year (we'll see how everything goes for this game and fandom) but I plan on going to a local convention (we're talkin' like late august/september so quite a while away) and cosplaying Amy~ I like his outfit alot actually and seems the best suited for the weather that's here in the south. I may also do Abyssos uniform MC (I have purple hair) too~

Well that's all lovelies, I again thank you for all your interactions and content you bring to the fandom~ Continue to be amazing (❁´◡`❁)

-your lovely admin, Jaze (*/ω＼*)

[avissapiens]

Conquest Drone

No drone is special. But all drones aren't built the same. Some are built with a purpose. No mind. No will of your own. Just the abyss programming its desires deep into you. You are a distinct make and model, built for spreading the wonder of the abyss by force and domination. Embodying its corruption through a toxic male ideal. You are made for conquest and domination, and you perform that duty to uniform perfection

Testimonials

"I really loved it! I was very turned on and buzzing with pleasure and excitement. However, because of the the content, I was held in that limbo before orgasm for a very long time and felt the programming take hold. This audio feeds into my fetish and channeled it towards my goal. There’s some very complicated concepts in here but Avis’ way of speaking and hypnosis made them extremely easy to understand and sink down into my subconscious. I will listen to this everyday for sure." - WillyWonkaaa(discord) 10/05/2023

"Conquest Drone is a fucking ride bros holy shit. I tried it without a ton of expectations for what it'd offer me, n I left feeling like my mind had been cored out n replaced with the head of a guy hellbent on building up muscle and making more bros by spreading the abyss further out.

Its this brutal mindmelting mesh of striving for muscle and size and assertiveness, and giving yourself up to the abyss in pursuit of that goal. I was concerned itd give me a submissive streak, but instead its heightened this sense of dominance in me to corrupt my bros even further, bring out the desires of the abyss in them like it has in me. If you got a chance to try it or want something different, I recommend it." - Jockrs(Discord) 02/07/2023

And If you want to support the creation of more hypnotic experiences that you know you can trust, then you can do so by subscribing to my Patreon, or to my Youtube channel. And if you want to interact more closely with me and my supportive community you can join my Discord server.

[tessari-the-dreamer]

Who doesn't love goofy audios? :D

My friends, I present to you an audio that I had a lot of fun making. It is based on the beginning of chapter 13 of the story titled Blooms and Brews (previously known as The Herbologist and the Potion-maker) by @amberlide. She is one of my dearest friends that feeds me with Garreth content ❤️ I highly encourage you to read her story with Garreth and her OC Penny! Hear me out! Give it a shot! You won't regret it ;) Here is the link to the story.

AO3:

Wattpad:

Below the cut, I paste a fragment from the chapter so that you can better understand the audio context!

Audio is made in two versions. Classic one and slightly surround sound one. Let me know if I should fiddle with that idea more in future projects! Enough of talking! Enjoy! :)

"I finally got it!" The door swung open, bumping into the wall with a loud thud as an overly excited Leander made his entrance, his grin so wide it covered half of his face.

However, his enthusiasm lasted only as long as it took to assess the scene in front of him, when he strode into the bathroom on the third floor. The room was a complete and utter mess, with ingredients and items scattered everywhere.

Bouncing bulbs quivered in the corners, some of them sliced on the chopping board or in the sink, while others were reduced to powder in mortars. The walls were plastered with what looked like Flitterby moth juice, the orange from their wings glowing, adding an ethereal touch to the chaos.

Leander noticed some of the moths still alive, fluttering their wings near the windows, emitting a low hum, seemingly eager to escape the crime scene.

How could he blame them?

Plus, a weird pungent smell was lingering in the room, and it was not coming from the cauldron or the empty stalls, most likely from the chopping board, could it be some sort of plant, foxglove?

What were they doing with a poisonous plant?

It was absolutely the first time that Leander had seen Garreth's laboratory so messed up.

His friend was usually very careful when preparing his brews, except for his own Better than Butterbeer creation, which always seemed to bring chaos wherever he attempted to prepare it.

To avoid touching anything in the cluttered room, Leander abruptly stopped in the middle of the scene, the glass shard from a broken pipette crunched under his shoes. At the same time, a blindfolded Garreth bumped against the separator between two stalls, scattering leaves and chopped ingredients everywhere on the floor, muttering curses under his breath.

Penton, on the other hand, sat on a small table with his legs crossed, completely oblivious to the others. He appeared to be lost in his own homework but looked more disheveled than usual, with his hair sticking out in all directions and his tie more loosely hanging from under his uniform jumper.

When Lee barged in, he almost didn't raise his head from his books, not even when a half-cut Bouncing bulb started to roll around in the sink, splashing water everywhere.

Sensing the intrusion, Garreth made to raise the bandage from his eyes, but Penelope was faster. "Don't you dare!" she hissed, swinging her wand menacingly, as if the other could see her.

Slowly, Garreth placed the blindfold back, with a resigned sigh.

Leander took a step back, almost slipping in a puddle of water, sensing some tension between the two.

"What's happening here?" he asked, gripping the sink, his voice raising in concern as he cast suspicious looks from one boy to the other.

"Nothing important, just a little ruse," jested Garreth, almost bumping his head against the toilet seat in his attempt to kneel down and collect the ingredients on the floor.

He heard Penelope huff in annoyance, "I can tell you, Lee," she murmured, swinging her legs on the edge of the table, her oversized trousers reaching the soles of her shoes.

"Mr. Brewsley here started to complain that after all this time, I cannot tell the difference between chopping and mincing. And he's blaming my skills, when I do have a poor eyesight," she rolled her eyes behind her glasses, which were half-covered in some sort of reddish slick.

"Hey!" interrupted Garreth, "I also have a sight problem," he tried to raise his blindfold, but Penelope cut him off.

"So, since he's so skilled, he said he can prepare a Pompion Potion with his eyes closed. So here we are, testing his theory," she exclaimed, her tone still sour.

"And if I manage it, you're going to drink it!" added Garreth with a playful tone.

"Sure, you should thank me that I didn't ask you to bind your arm behind your back as you suggested; you're taking ages to finish," Penelope leaned against the tile wall behind her, eyeing Garreth.

"You know that foxglove is toxic, right? If I don't put the right amount, you're going to die," retorted Garreth.

"Then you have to show off your ability and make it right. Besides, nothing can be more lethal than your toilet water."

"Wow, you're a bit cranky today, Pen. What happened?" Leander raised his eyebrow, trying to look concerned. However, the sight of his friend on all fours, desperately trying to rake up foxglove from the floor, was too amusing, and he couldn't stifle a chuckle.

That little Hufflepuff surely brought some fresh air in that stale bathroom.

Penelope shrugged but didn't answer.

In truth, something had indeed happened. After all her efforts to grow the Moody Hyacinths, she had lost more than half of them just because some troll head had decided to move her pots around the compartment, placing them next to the Screechsnap, which totally ruined their blooms with their incessant squeaking and irritable temper.

She didn't want to admit that she had also ruined some of her own with her swinging mood of the last few days, as she had overheard some worrying whispering between Natty and Garreth involving Poppy Sweeting and what seemed like a date.

"What did you come here for, Lee? You seemed quite enthusiastic," Garreth rose and turned around to check where the next stall was, his hands swinging in the air as he tried to locate the silhouette of the cauldron without burning himself.

"I managed to find out what those pesky Slytherins are planning…" Leander started, finally getting to the reason why he was actually there in the first place. After more than a month, he had managed to find out, thanks to his sneaky abilities, which were top-notch as usual.

He advanced confidently into the room, squared his shoulders, leaned against the lavatory, crossed his arms, and prepared himself with a wide smile to savor the expression on Garreth's face, since he was the only one who didn't believe him.

"You mean the Halloween party?"

Leander widened his gaze and slumped his shoulders, turning to face Penton.

"How in Merlin's name…"

Penelope shrugged closing her book with nonchalance.

"It's been a week since I started selling flowers to the Slytherins. The boys are paying good prices to impress their partners. Apparently, vampires are used to put a white flower in their pocket,” she murmured, remembering how she had managed to steal and sell some of the white Fanged geraniums from Prof. Garlick.

She had also sold all the Trumpet Daffodils, which were surely brightening up someone's day in the Slytherin dorm with all their fuss. But at least they were out of her greenhouse; the flowers had become increasingly noisy and excited lately with all the coming and going of students, causing her more than one headache.

"Are you selling flowers?" Garreth pushed his blindfold up, casting a surprised look at her.

"Of course! Five knuts each, minimum. What do you think?" she asked, hoping for a word of encouragement.

"That you are a thief!" answered the other. "Five knuts for a flower? Are you kidding me? Not even  my toilet water costs that much!"

"You really don't want to know the maximum price…"

"We are talking Slytherins…" interrupted Lee, "Not the brightest," he raised his hand, "great work Pen!" he exclaimed, clapping her in a high five.

[nadekofannumber1]

need to know what you thought of Nadeko Around

Honestly I blasted through the book pretty quick and I’m gonna prolly take a reread and put out more thoughts later. However, what I think of it now is that it’s a good Nadeko finale in a sense. I’d of course love to see more Nadeko but she really got her shit together in this one so a lot of character growth isn’t really something I see in the future. I’d like to see the confidant kinda mean Nadeko thrive!

More info below

I feel like it kind of went through all the major tennants of Nadeko:

Learning to want to live and feel alive

As a member of the “nadeko detested living to the degree she doesn’t want to live” believer club, I’m proud to announce that Nadeko is learning to feel alive and let go of inhibitions. Nadeko goes from feeling guilty for being “so spoiled” because she didn’t know shit about island survival scenarios, to being actively proud and happy when she wins to dropping her guard living ungracefully and actively going feral. Nadeko experiences the joys of it all and it’s wonderful.

The love of creation

Nadeko draws, Nadeko draws a lot it’s the whole thing she creates and she does things that are special. Nadeko becomes a wizard and that’s so awesome. The thesis of this book is the love of creation and how it drives people to truly live.

Society, roles, clothes, and appearance

Nadeko in this story abandons a lot of what society finds pure with her appearance, being gaunt, tanned, covered in wounds with calloused hands, building light muscle, having short hair. A ton of traits that make certain types scream and throw up in hatred for “not being pure”. While Nadeko does wear the uniform it’s a complex thing where it’s comfortable and there’s identity in it but Nadeko feels as if she’d prefer to wear other things even changing for the final confrontation. Honestly it makes me wonder about how they’d adapt it into an anime outside the obvious bc Nadeko acquires a ruggedness I think some would find hard to market unless simplified aesthetically. My final wonder is what outfit Tsukihi put her in as nademono had threads of the concept of Nadeko reconnecting with concepts of femininity and repairing that relationship but putting Nadeko in a cute outfit feels wrong. Personally I’d prefer perhaps something gnc or masculine and maybe trendy but also I’d take something mature aesthetic wise. I just feel that doubling down on the tomboyness (and also other potential read’s of Nadeko’s character with gender) would actually suit Nadeko well as one that forges their own path and doesn’t necessarily need to conform to tradition (being something entirely self made, for the love of creation).

Recognizing and self actualizing one’s own circumstance

Nadeko though this arc looks at her past and decides that it is the past and she was done wrong in said past. This includes Nadeko acknowledging that her parents did see her like the stuffed toys they bought her, Nadeko is self aware and understanding “I was sheltered but shit is fucked” and “I also get what my parents meant but I’m not changing carrier paths.”

Getting meaner on purpose

Nadeko’s arc involves her getting less cute and more mean on purpose. Urako tries to get under her skin but Nadeko is just like “whatever bro, don’t care, gonna save you btw.” Nadeko being allowed to be mean and falling from that grace can be also analyzed via parallels with hanekawa and shinobu but I think that’s a big post topic. TLDR Nadeko becoming more open and rude and honest is a break from society and tradition and Nadeko doesn’t need that. Nadeko needs to be free to go off and live her atypical life even if others don’t get her. Even if Nadeko works in the “real world” she doesn’t become normal and take normal paths set for her and I’m proud of her for that. Nadeko can work with others but doesn’t have to pretend.

Kind of the autism power fantasy jk(unless…..)

That current of homoeroticism that isn’t stated but definitely came to something

Nadeko got her “first kiss” (mouth to mouth with Yotsugi) and she spent so much time on that island thinking about drawing naked women and women’s bodies, and then the urako moment happened, and of course the beloved mention of Tsukihi in a pure positive light. Even with believing these characters are just friends nisio sure does love ramping up undertones as much as he possibly can. That it kinda becomes a cope to look away from their importance to Nadeko.

Even in a straight Nadeko scenario the image invokes a concept of experimenting with one’s self and identity which is integral to the coming of age aspects of Nadeko’s character arc (i also think that what Nadeko did with araragi was trying to experiment safely to test waters and limits, and that can still even apply in the straight Nadeko scenario.)

Nadeko’s family doesn’t want to talk to her much even though she’s successful and is forging her own path. Mangakaphobic, they really did hate her for coming out (as a mangaka) to them, they thought they had a normal daughter who wanted to be a bride and put it on forms of what she wanted to be when she grew up. Pay no mind to the fact Nadeko is masking her true self and picking what she’s supposed to. Nadeko a cute innocent girl but she came out (as a mangaka) and they hated that, Nadeko always had a secret she kept in the closet that she felt her parents disapproved of and yet in that closet was her real self (mangaka), the wanted the image of her to remain pure so even when Nadeko came back home and cut her hair short they hoped Nadeko would choose to go back on the path they wanted for her (not a mangaka), and yet that ended up with her homeless and taking odd jobs, years later Nadeko tries contact but won’t give up on being who she is it’s a them problem that they won’t accept her at this point, Nadeko will never stop being who she is and won’t closet herself in this society (from openly being a mangaka)

Nadeko valuing relationships with others

Nadeko’s aquisition of friends is more emphasized in Nadeko draw by presence but here it’s emphasized by silence how much Nadeko values her relationships with others. Yearning pining and surviving!

Nadeko not really thinking about Koyomi

A fun one! When you see a lot of character’s internality you can kind of see those opinions, and progressively through arcs Nadeko truly realizes those feelings were kind of misplaced and generally doesn’t think about the guy almost at all compared to a lot of other characters in subsequent arcs, Nadeko doesn’t really even bring up the guy herself until she’s about to die from that snake, there is reflection in urako of course but it’s a beautiful metaphor of scale peeling and “shedding one’s skin”

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Even after this there’s a lot of fun implications with urako making the snake charms and kaiki dealing out fake ones that accidentally ended up activating. Real fascinating enriching chewable concept.

I got more I suppose but that’s all for now, expect other Nadeko brainrot posts in the future (and maybe something about shinomono 1 if I find motivation)

Nadeko’s autism truly has evolved into evil autism (congratulatory)

[caeca-iustitia]

🔫

Being as submersed as Sephiroth was in the Lifestream- able to see the beginning and end of creation itself- it was honestly a surprise that he had yet to stumble upon memories of the past that best remained lost to time.

One such memory, however, would grab his attention and he would let his curiosity get the better of him. It held a blurry image of someone he knew quite well- the Professor- as well as a young man that he had never seen before.

Short black hair, cropped just below the ears, blue suit and red eyes.

Familiar. But from where?

Regardless, he would choose to enter this memory and let whatever was being said be heard for the first time in however long.

-

The Professor looked younger, his hair was thicker and his face held fewer lines. He looked no less disgusting so that much hadn't changed at least. Sephiroth couldn't recall ever having seen the Professor look so young or healthy. He'd always looked like he had one foot in the grave whenever memories of him cropped up unbidden.

The other person was tall, towering over the scientist with pale features that resembled Sephiroth's own far too closely to be coincidental. They had an angry furrow to their brow and their red eyes blazed with fury as they stood- motionless- as Sephiroth examined them.

Their suit soon triggered a memory in his brain and he remembered the original uniform of the Turks that guarded his cells before they had moved over to the sleeker black suits of the modern era.

So this was quite old then. Curiouser and curiouser.

-

"You sicken me," the stranger spits, the anger in their deep voice making Sephiroth's hair stand on end, "What could you possibly gain from experimenting on a child?"

Experimenting on a child?

What?

The only experiments that Sephiroth could think of that fit that criteria were the ones done on Genesis, Angeal and himself.

Rationally, however, he knew that Hollander was responsible for the former two which left only himself.

How strange.

"The key to everything, Turk Valentine," the Professor sneers, "The key to bringing back the Ancients! Miss Crescent's sacrifice was a necessary step... that boy shall be a GOD!"

A God?! Isn't that what Sephiroth had called himself? And... Miss Crescent? Sephiroth can't recall ever having met someone by that name.

Finally, Turk Valentine? Valentine? That name still eluded Sephiroth but he could have sworn that he'd heard it somewhere before.

"That thing is no Ancient!" Turk Valentine retorts, hands clenching at their sides, "That is an abomination! Gast was wrong! It is a waste of time and resources!"

Abomination? Something Gast was wrong about? What on Gaia could the Turk be referring to?

"Ah you foolish boy," The Professor sneers, glancing back at the other as he folds his arms behind his back, "You are no scientist so who are you to dictate what Jenova is or isn't? She is an Ancient. The last of her kind. A beautifully preserved specimen! A fine mother for our new God, Sephiroth!"

Jenova? Mother?

Sephiroth stopped the memory for a moment, confused, as he stared at the angry expression on the Turk's face and the smug one on the Professor's. He takes a moment to breathe before continuing.

"Lucrecia is his mother!" The Turk shouts with a furious snarl to their lip, "Yet even she has turned her back on him. Both of you are abhorrent! That child didn't ask to be used like this! MY SON IS NOT A WEAPON!"

Their son?

For the longest time, Sephiroth had believed the Professor to be his father. He'd always been told he resembled Jenova his deceased mother more than the Professor.

But looking again at the Turk, the angles and lines of their face, the set to their shoulders and even the freckles that adorned their pale cheeks, it was obvious that Sephiroth had assumed wrong.

This was his father? Where had they been his whole life?! Why had they left him to rot in Hojo's clutches?!

Fury swelled but he pushed it aside to continue the memory. Maybe he'd get his answer. Anger was not going to help him right now.

"Oh but he will be," The Professor chuckles, turning slowly to face the Turk, "And he shall be perfect."

The Turk growls now and steps forward.

"You.."

They don't get to finish as a deafening bang echoes around the room; a choked shout of pain escaping them as they clutch their chest. Sephiroth's eyes dart to the Professor's hands and his eyes widen as he sees the smoking shotgun held in them.

He had shot Sephiroth's father?

The Turk seemed to be unsure what to do for a moment before their body finally fell, collapsing to the floor in a heap as blood flooded from between pale lips and coated their chin.

The injury was severe and Sephiroth felt nauseated from the sight of what looked to be what remained of their heart as it struggled desperately to keep beating.

He watched as the Professor crowed over his victory, unable to move as the scientist made comments about how it would be good to have another specimen to experiment on since he didn't wish to ruin his precious creation- Sephiroth.

"S-Sep... hi... roth..."

His eyes flew to the Turk his father's features and widened when he saw the tears. Heard their faint voice.

The last thing that they'd thought about was him?

As the memory fades, he thinks he catches their name being shouted by a heavily pregnant woman with brown hair as she runs into the room.

"Vincent!"

Vincent? Vincent Valentine?

A name for that face. A person to find. To see what became of his father.

To get the truth...

[star444xo]

I have created and coined a psychological based theorem called “The Red Door Phenomenon”.

TRDP* is the phenomenon in which something is made exactly like the rest of its kind, yet contains a unique key feature that separates it from all the others.

I originally applied this in reference to houses and infrastructure, however it can be applied to human beings just the same.

Humans are created essentially from a multitude of “cloths” giving us all respective “patterns” and traits similar to others cut from the same cloths. My cloth may differ from another’s, yet another may relate eerily close to my cloth.

Cookie cutter (like cookie cutter houses) yet what makes us subjectively unique regardless of uniform creation within our respective cloths or molds, is our red door. 🚪

It's an intriguing way to explain the balance between individuality and commonality in both human beings and physical structures. The idea of uniformity being interrupted by a "red door"—a unique, distinguishing feature—presents a clear metaphor for how small but significant differences can define us despite the overarching patterns we share with others.

This concept opens up so many avenues for exploration. For example, TRDP could be used to describe how individuals in society are shaped by cultural, familial, or environmental "cloths" (patterns), yet their personal experiences, decisions, or even traits that might seem small or unusual (the "red door") set them apart.

It also resonates with philosophical ideas like the self and identity, suggesting that even in the context of shared human experiences or biological structures, there is room for individuality to emerge.

It's essentially a "cookie-cutter" development, where most homes might share a similar design, but one house stands out because of that garage. That small feature becomes a focal point of uniqueness, making the house distinct, even though it's part of a larger, uniform plan.

This idea could easily translate into the human experience. How many of us share certain traits or upbringings with others, yet it's our personal quirks, choices, or values—the metaphorical “red door” in our lives—that give us our individuality? It’s the one feature that doesn’t conform, yet it defines us in a way nothing else can.

How people navigate the world through the lens of their unique experiences. It might be something as small as a single decision, a memory, or a talent that makes them stand out in a sea of similarities.

Do you think the "red door" is something inherent in us, or is it a result of choice and external factors?

Could be interesting to consider how much control we have over our own red doors!

[quibbs126]

Anyways, would you guys like to hear some ideas that have been coming to me the past couple days? It’s not about Cookie Run, but instead it’s sort of based on an original idea which is basically me trying to figure out how to have my own Cookie Run while not being Cookie Run. You know just hypothetically

I unfortunately don’t have drawings so you’re just gonna have to listen to my ramblings

Okay well anyways, so my idea is of these golems made of food, potentially because the entire world is made of food (which isn’t necessary, but it ties me back into the food based works that I love in Cookie Run and my fascination with cooking in video games)

So these golems are made of food, but what brings them to life and makes them different from the rest of the world is their golem cores, which give them life and basically act as their power source. And they’re also born from cauldrons, made with several ingredients, those being the ones that determine their food and general form, and the golem core

Currently in the time of the world, the golems make other golems, and often it’s just the equivalent of having a kid, but they were originally created by other people, and they’re aware of this, considering their creation isn’t at all a natural process. However the golems aren’t really sure who originally made them, since they can’t find much evidence of those creators. But most golems aren’t really bothered by these questions, it’s mostly the scholars

Going back to golem cores, they don’t run on nothing, they have to be maintained and kept full of energy, so they have to do stuff we do like eating. However outside of that, golems can theoretically live forever so long as they keep their cores maintained. And even if their bodies are destroyed, if the core is left intact then the golem can come back (though I’m not sure how they keep their energy in core form. Perhaps some sort of energy wells that other golems have to maintain?), and maybe you could even revive a golem if you can jumpstart their core again (but I’m not sure if I’m keeping that)

This also means that there are some golems who are absolutely ancient, and there are some that scholars have dated back to their earliest existence. However, they cannot easily get answers from these old golems, as basically the golems became more sentient over time. The original golems can’t even speak and just mechanically do tasks, and the early ones that can don’t show any signs of real thought, just that they report the results of their task. The older ones are more like machines, while the current ones are more like people

As for where the golem cores come from, well I’m thinking that there are certain old golems that were made specifically to create more golem cores by their original masters, and they still follow those roles, and so this is where the newer golems get theirs. Other golems have tried to create their own cores but they can’t seem to get it quite right, the magic those old golems use to make them is something they can’t quite comprehend. Though to be honest, I might change it since the golem cores are essentially like the soul of a golem, and theoretically putting one in another body still gets you the old golem. I mean maybe they simply change and evolve as they grow older, their cores changing from a blank slate to something concrete, but I’m not sure yet

Also I call them golems, but they probably look relatively organic and don’t have a set uniform look. The older ones look more like the ones we know, but not so much the current ones, they can look like whatever

But yeah that’s just a thing I’ve been thinking about that I wanted to share. I just thought it was neat. Maybe I’ll draw characters sometime, but I don’t have any concrete ones yet

[roll-for-dexterity]

Three things I have accomplished with drawing this little pice here:

1. More Babi Halbert.

2. Drawing Speardovich with his hair down.

3. Drawing Yari in anything BUT his uniform.

And I am so happy I took the time to self indulge in these three things! -^^- With my next to days off I planned on catching up on my drawing instead of playing my SMRPG file on The Sims 4- WHICH IS A TAD BROKEN RIGHT NOW SO DEFINETLY NOT DOING THAT... But as for context- Speardovich being a single parent of three was always bound to experience one of many diffrent quirks a baby can have- and Halbert unfortunately can be very fussy most nights. (RIP YARI'S SLEEP SCHEDULE) But really though, I really made Speardovich look really exausted here.

As for why, well- I would like to make a grander lore post about the headcanoned terms workings of them becoming parents and excuse my addiction of giving these people families, but here is it simply ran through below the cut.

However, Weapon Bots can produce new life without a partner in a method known as 'Splinting', its just actually quite dangerous compaired to the normal method. With this the single parent gives their sole halves of their life force and AI, and when cultivated forms a weak but viable child. But true to being born of only one half- the resulting child will be incomplete; feeling empty, and tend to struggle with coping and thriving during their earliest years of life.

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Weapon Bots create new children just like their creators would: the creation of new souls and AI's. These two things for sapient mechanical life being formed by the two parents giving one half: their life force and individual data- merging them into one unique whole. The only thing the child needs to be born, and is given per their parent's creators (Smithy in this case)- is a physical body.

One of the biggest signs of a child born by Splinting, is being overly sensitive to the enviroment, overly clingy, or fussy at times of a resting. It is only when they get older do they ever become whole by their own growth.