#wait actually i can spin that as lore-

[mageofmadness]

FILL THE VOID CALEBXMC

(1.2k) ✗✗✗ ☘︎･*:.｡ nsfw [18+] includes: nothing graphically sexual but sexual themes and we're in a club. strip club. whatever you want to call it. caleb mentions tits once. *i'd had this idea for a bit, i might continue it if anyone is interested. then we could earn some fun tags ^ i played it fast and loose with lore, i don't think it matters much. classic mc thinks he's dead, caleb is clearly not, and has been (unsuccessfully) stalking trying to find her. now he's found her. fantastic.

caleb orders a drink as soon as they get there, making a beeline for the bar and standing amongst the sloshed patrons around him. he much rather be at home, but morale is a big deal and it’s someone’s birthday. no, he doesn’t really know the guy, but camaraderie is also a thing, and after carefully exerting all of his excuses, of which he has none (they know this), caleb found himself at the club on a thursday night.

he gets his jack and coke, adds in a round of shots for the table, willing to go out but not start a tab his somewhat-friend’s will rack up, and closes out. he decided on the way here that one drink and a shot is enough to dull his surroundings, which are overwhelmingly loud and overstimulating while sober. caleb finds his party and slides into the booth, giving a laugh at whatever he had missed as someone flags over a girl for bottle service. caleb grimaces into his drink.

she eyes them all, honing in on the weak links with heavy pockets, and spots her targets almost immediately, which does not include caleb, and that’s fine. he’s not really…this type of person. anymore, at all—whichever it is, whichever it has been. he can be, of course. caleb can handle his own, as he is now, laughing and having a good time, but his appreciation for paying for company starts and ends with the girls around him getting a check, and that’s what it is. the girl that eventually comes up to him, sitting next to him, asking if he wants another drink, well.

caleb’s fine, he’s got all he needs and more at home. in his empty apartment. by himself where it’s quiet and not loud, and the lights are not blinding when they hit the wrong way. where he has plenty of room in his bed and extra pillows that fall off during the night. 

he politely declines another drink, lets the woman sit next to him, and watches as his friends turn into less than upstanding, upright citizens.

caleb ignores the stages, eyes glazing over as he sips his drink, warms, and waits until he feels it an appropriate time to leave. he hadn’t really been told they were coming to this sort of club, but beyond the teetering between crass and classy atmosphere and the fact that he had to take two and a half sips of his drink to relax, it’s a nice place. 

but caleb has things to do. he might go back to work, honestly, as there’s paperwork he was meant to look over and he doesn’t want to tackle early tomorrow morning. the dead of night is when he does the most work and thinking.

in his peripherals, bare expanses of skin spin on the stage, round and round. legs open and close, and there’s men at the end of the platform, looking up at their dreams, tossing money, and it makes him almost dizzy. it makes caleb feel strange, actually, to be in such a place he’s found himself in when he was no stranger to such debauchery once upon a time, but time, so much of it, has taken its toll. he’s worn out.

he’s about to leave, actually. caleb’s ready to spew whatever comes out of his mouth as an excuse, when his eyes catch the stage again. one dancer is leaving, money overflowing and a big smile on her face, a wink, and another is making their appearance.

at first, he doesn’t give it a second thought. caleb stands, he finishes his drink, and makes to say goodbye, but he does a double take. just something is what he’d explain it as. there was no real reason for him to turn fully to the stage, but he does, and something catches the light. 

just something catches the light.

caleb doesn’t have great eyesight, but it’s better than most. it’s getting worse as the years go on, and he stares at screens ninety percent of his time, but he’s perceptive. caleb is intuitive. he can read a room, but the music is shaking the booth he had sat in so there’s a signal jam going on as he freezes. 

he’d blame obsession for being the reason he doesn’t want to be here. caleb would also blame everything as to why his first thought was you when his eyes catch on that flash of silver.

and it’s not as if he has not looked for you.

anyone who would suggest such a thing would be out of their mind.

caleb knows…he knows what he’s working with and that’s very little and he also knows he is here, he is not six feet under the ground as you suspect him to be. that’s a noxious mix.

the lights turn pink instead of a soul-eating red and that is you. even shrouded in the heavy bass in a dark, moody room. he just knows. the shape of your back, the curve of your arm. caleb cannot see hair color, he cannot see much because the lights are a deep, dark blue now and so shadows are black and light is scarce, but caleb’s breath catches. he’s standing there stupid, watching as the music slowly picks up.

he sits back down. 

someone claps him on the back. 

caleb stands again, and mumbles an excuse as to why he stood in the first place, as he makes his way back to the bar. bumping shoulders with other men, throwing out excuse me’s and sorry’s until those are gone from his mind and he’s ordering another drink. he knows what he’s done, caleb sleeps next to it every night when he’s restless, and surely you cannot see him from the blinding stage lights but he sees you fully now, not tearing his eyes away as he hands over his card and another drink is slid before him.

first to hit him is the deepest, largest pill of longing. ten fold what he feels every night as he lies in bed and stares at his ceiling or scrolls endlessly through newspaper articles and such. he doesn’t swallow that pill down right, it catches in caleb’s throat as he tries to clear it and run the feeling down with the whiskey in his hand. watching as you begin to move, slowly. sensually. in a way he’s never seen, he’s entranced. absolutely enthralled by the skin he sees and the small outfit.

it’s wrong, he knows you’d be livid if you found out he was watching you like this. sipping on a mixed drink, leering from the bar because that is what he’s doing. under the longing there’s that high of simply you. just you—on stage, twirling so pretty. it’s the cherry on top of the pill and if you knew, you’d surely be a bit embarrassed, but that would soon be overshadowed by rage. a high voice, telling him off, and the next time caleb takes a sip of his drink, he sees that silver again.

right between the prettiest pair of tits he’s ever seen is a very familiar necklace. 

it hangs off your body, it kisses your cheek when you twirl. it stirs something inside of caleb, parts of him he thought he was already fully aware of, as he takes another sip. 

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[theseinfernalangels]

The Morning After — Dain Aetos

Synopsis: Hangovers, hookups, and a nice, Dain-shaped bedwarmer. Surely this won’t get awkward?

Includes: FINALLY some Dainya lore, suggestiveness, they were both wasted (please be careful with your alcohol!), drugs, first year chaos, crack. Takes place before Fourth Wing.

Maybe it’s the fact that you’re awake earlier than your body is used to. Maybe it’s the fact that your limbs are sore and heavy. Maybe it’s the way your head is spinning, and your throat is dry.

No. It’s actually the way you’re not alone in your bed. 

Correction: Not your bed. Your blankets are gray, and these are black. You have no fucking clue where you are.

You should be on edge. Really, you should. However, the warmth of whoever is next to you, plus a strong, grounding arm circled around your waist, keeps you from wanting to move. Warm, but not stuffy. Tight, but not restraining. It feels like everything you’ve ever wanted, but from who?

You’re not exactly at the best angle to look up — your head is tucked under their chin, more or less approaching the crook of their neck — so you close your eyes again and think back to last night, trying to track every single blurry moment in your memory.

You were in someone else’s room yesterday, with your squad and some other section-mates who you hardly interact with outside of training. It must’ve been Quinn’s, then, since she’s the most likely to want to have people over at night. What else was there?

Lots of laughter. A game or two of poker. Probably some churam. Cherry wine…and a lot of it.

You were sitting next to…someone, who kept to their own space and didn’t even try to touch you until you were out in the hallway, a light hand at your back to guide you through the halls until you were pressed against a door. Patient hands, stilling gently against your ribs until you gave a whispered okay, slightly chapped lips stained to hell with wine finding yours instantly.

It all blurs completely from there, besides their eyes. Warm brown that glints like polished bronze in the mage lights.

Wait. No.

You go still, fighting the urge to jerk upwards.

Holy gods.

I think I just fucked Dain Aetos.

A dry rumble catches your attention. “Good morning to you, too,” Fíoch yawns. “Sounds like you had an eventful evening.”

Without any precedent or warning, you feel him take a nosedive right into your memories, which you can barely see for yourself. For a moment, he’s quiet, but then your head is filled with cackling laughter.

“Oh, yes,” he purrs. You can almost imagine him wiping an imaginary tear from his eyes with his tail. “Eventful indeed.”

“Shut up!” Your face grows hot. “What the hell do I do? I can’t just leave.”

“You’re asking a dragon how to escape the morning after?” Fíoch snorts. “Anam, I truly love you, but I’m afraid you’re not getting out of this one.”

Against your better judgement, you let out a quiet groan of exasperation and then immediately regret it when you catch the noise of a sharp inhale  from above. 

“Fuck.”

Heat floods down your back. Well, there goes your plans of a quiet escape.

The arm around you tenses and then goes still, as if he’s only finally realizing exactly what he’s holding on to.

Dain slowly retracts his arm and leans back, enough that he can see your face but keep close, and makes a faint choking noise. Embarrassment, maybe?

You beat him to the punch. “This…is kind of awkward.”

Dain, in classic Aetos manner, clears his throat and schools his face into something more neutral — but there’s no hiding the pink that rises to his pretty cheekbones.

“Holt,” he manages, keeping his gaze trained firmly on the wall behind you. “Did we…?”

You look down at yourself, clad only in your underwear and a baggy shirt — his shirt. It’s soft, probably cotton and some fabric softener that makes it feel more like a blanket than a shirt against the tops of your thighs. You want to make a face, but you can’t; it’s warm, soft, and it smells good. No one in their right mind would complain about that.

“Yeah,” you reply quietly. “I think so.”

Dain’s face contorts into something familiar: strict, controlled, level. The sight should reassure you, seeing as it’s the only thing you really know in Dain’s regard, but it doesn’t. Instead, an uncomfortable prickle ripples up the back of your neck as he opens his mouth to speak.

“Don’t.”

He halts and closes his mouth. You just meet his eyes and shake your head, suppressing the urge to flinch at the stinging feeling.

“Don’t do that.”

He blinks, the usual restraint in his eyes becoming…hesitant. “Do what?”

“That,” you emphasize. “You know, the thing you do whenever you lose control over a situation and don’t know what to do. You start pretending. I don’t like it. It won’t make the situation any less embarrassing for either of us.”

He doesn’t reply. Doesn’t have to, really. He just looks away for a moment before his features go slack, back to a man half-caught in sleep rather than someone alert and on the prowl.

You like him better like this. Less uptight.

“Well,” he says after a moment. “At least you’re honest.”

Your lips curl into a wry smile. “I always am.”

The silence becomes predictably loud. After all, what are you supposed to say after sleeping with someone you barely like? With someone you barely know? 

“…I’m sorry,” he murmurs. “For this, I mean. If it makes you uncomfortable at all, I get it.”

You shake your head. “It’s fine. We were both wasted, and probably a little high.”

He raises an eyebrow, a small smirk quirking at the edge of his mouth. “A little? I think we hotboxed Quinn’s room. She’ll need to keep her windows open all day, everyday to get the remnants out.”

A part of you still can’t believe Dain was even there. Of course, he’s a First-Year, too, so he’s allowed to be just as reckless — and, given the way you’ve seen his father speak to him, he probably needs it. But Dain Aetos? Getting drunk and high and then sleeping with a girl who he ignores most of the time? The you from August would hardly believe it.

He shifts a little and sits up slowly, half-dragging you with him with a hand at your back. He glances back down at what you suppose is your messy form, probably not much unlike how you normally look. It usually makes him roll his eyes, the way you can be so unkempt sometimes in comparison to his pristine condition. 

Now, though, he just watches.

Your eyes narrow. “What?”

He blinks, as if coming out of a trance. 

“Sorry,” he stammers — so unlike the Dain you’re used to. “It’s just— I’ve never seen you with your hair down.”

At the mention, you reach up and drag your fingers through the messy strands, definitely tangled from last night’s endeavors. You should’ve cut it before Parapet, really, but you can’t bring yourself to let a pair of scissors touch it. If Basgiath could get away in stealing your humanity from you, you could at least keep the hair.

“Is that a bad thing?” you ask, glancing around for the usual scraps of leather you use to tie it back. One sits on Dain’s bedside table, but the other is nowhere in sight. You’ll have to make due.

“No,” Dain says, blush painting his cheeks red. “It looks…nice.”

You snort and tie your hair back and finally look back at him, his eyes still averted and trained down on his fidgeting hands. This side of him is better, you decide. Awkward. Honest. Less uptight and more human — which, to be fair, is dangerous in a place like this, but no less better for your spirit.

More silence. More staring on your part. When did you lose your usual gift of chatter so easily?

“Say something,” Fíoch prods. “It doesn’t have to sound intelligent. Just rid yourselves of the unease and you’ll be out shortly.”

Fucking dragons and their fucking smart advice.

“Here,” you sigh. “Are we okay, Aetos? Still have a truce from mutual dislikement?”

He turns back towards you, eyebrows furrowing with a flash of something in his eyes. “I’ve never disliked you. But, sure.”

No stinging at the back of your neck. It’s the truth. 

Well. Now it’s your turn to become red in the face. You’ve probably hurt his feelings.

Fíoch doesn’t help. “Smooth.”

 “Uh…” You smooth a hand over your face. “I didn’t mean it like—“

“You want me to walk you back to your room?” he interrupts. “It’d be bad form to make you go alone so early.”

You can’t decide whether you want to scold yourself or to lean down and scream into your hands. First, you wake up in his bed. Second, you basically insult him, and now he wants to walk you back? Good grief. Once you’re alone, you’ll definitely need to slam your face into a window.

But it’s kind of him, at least, that he doesn’t want you to look like an absolute loser sneaking around in the dark. Even though your room is nearby, a walk of shame is still a walk of shame, and in your case…yeah. Shame doesn’t even begin to cover it.

“That’d be nice,” you concede. “Thanks, Aetos.”

You manage to haul yourself out of his bed (He must be good — when the hell did your legs get so sore?) and track down your discarded clothes that lay messily on the floor. Dain, for his part, turns away (thank every god) as you pull your pants up your legs, and before you can make a snide remark about privacy, you catch a glimpse of him that makes your breath hitch.

With Dain turned away, you get the most perfect view of his back profile, and, fuck if you’re not praising Amari Herself for taking Her time on him. He’s lean, sure, but he’s still broad, and beyond the pale scars that stand out against the tanned skin of his back, you can see his muscles ripple as he reaches for a clean shirt from his drawer.

Right. Clothes on.

You grab his shirt, warm from your own heat, and begin to fold it neatly. “You didn’t have to look away, you know. You’ve already seen me naked.”

From his side, you hear an exasperated sigh. You snicker at his answer. “It’s called being respectful, Holt. I know you’d do the same for me.”

You suppress the urge to tease him further and continue folding. “Fair. It’d be the right thing to do.”

Dain peeks over his shoulder and fully faces you once he sees you wiping your hands on your pants. You’re still probably disheveled, but at least you have actual clothes on. 

“I won’t say anything about this,” he tells you. “I know you probably wouldn’t want people to know we slept together.”

“That’s fine,” you reassure him. “I don’t think anyone would care much, but it would save me from teasing.”

He flicks his wrist and unlocks his door. “Teasing?”

“You know.” You drift closer to him and mentally chide yourself (Seriously. Why does he smell so good?). “I don’t want people to think I’m trying to fuck my way into some social standing.”

He pauses, a shadow of unease passing over his face — probably from your crudeness. “Because of my father?”

At least he’s not dumb. “Yeah. Sorry to phrase it like that, but it’s the truth.”

You can’t help the little shiver that passes through you at his response as he ushers you through the door. “It always is when it’s you, huh?”

If only Dain knew the irony. Like his, your signet’s been classified, but only for its strange sensitivity. Maybe if you were mediocre, he wouldn’t even make comments like that.

“I try.” You brush it off with a shrug. “I’m not a fan of liars.”

“That makes two of us.” He falls into step next to you, and it takes every ounce of your restraint to keep from calling him out right in the open hallway. No one else is awake, save for a few Third-Years coming off duty, but if you pointed out his need for pretending in front of everyone, that comment from earlier about not disliking you would soon be replaced by a few sharp glares.

You could take it from anyone else. Not Dain, though. 

You come to a halt in front of your door, not too far from his own, and lean against the wooden frame. 

“Thank you,” you tell him earnestly. “Seriously. I know this probably feels embarrassing for you.”

His brows just furrow. “Not really. Let’s just forget about it, yeah? I won’t tell, and you won’t tell.”

A half-hearted smile curves your lips as you try and disguise a wince. “Deal. See you, Aetos.”

He returns your smile and turns to walk briskly back to his room. You stride into your own room and close the door softly before leaning back against it and sliding to the floor slowly, as if the gravity of the situation was getting to you, too.

“Not really.”

Heat flares at the back of your neck. You’re not sure which is worse in your book: The fact that he’s embarrassed by what happened last night, the fact that he lied, or the fact that you’re slightly upset about it.

You know he’s never really liked you, no matter how much he claims to not dislike you. It must be a part of him, you think. He’s so uptight sometimes, and you’re so…loose, like a summer wind with no direction or command to it. You’re so different from one another, he couldn’t possibly ever actually like you, and you don’t care if he does.

The sting at your neck becomes hotter. Shit. Even lying to yourself has become impossible. Fíoch would tell you to be proud of yourself. Your mothers would scold you for even considering that as an option.

With an unceremonious groan, you tilt your head back until it hits the wood of the door with a quiet thud. 

Why can’t he just stop being…him? Why can’t Dain Aetos just fuck right off and be like every other guy here, faceless and nameless and unimportant to you in every sense but a few? He hasn’t done much in the realm of helping you, so he really shouldn’t stick out to you…yet he does.

Tides of embarrassment flood you. This isn’t like you. You don’t get side-railed just because you woke up in bed with a guy.

But he’s not just a guy. He’s Dain. And, unfortunately for you, you like Dain, no matter how much you don’t really want to. No other guy here would go through the trouble of making you comfortable and then walking you back to save you the shame, and you can’t tell if that’s awesome or terrible.

“Not that it matters,” Fíoch butts in, “but I, personally, am glad he did that. Now your inner conflict won’t be so loud and obvious whenever he comes into your line of sight.”

Your head falls forward, into your knees. “That doesn’t help me.”

The dragon chuckles. “I’m not trying to help. I’m trying to keep your head in line for whenever that male happens to be around you.”

“You’re the worst.”

“Naturally, Anam. Naturally.”

‧₊˚♪ 𝄞࿐₊˚⊹

You know every truth, every answer, every secret that floats through the halls carried by whispering winds, but nothing exists to tell you how Dain sprawls on his bed with his face buried in a pillow.

You. He got drunk and ended up sleeping with you, of all people.

On one hand, he should be thankful. You’re one of the only people in his proximity that doesn’t flat-out avoid him like the plague. You’re easy to be around, funny, and honest. Maybe to a fault, but you’re honest all the same.

But you’re so dangerous. You weren’t raised to be a soldier. He can hardly be in the same room with you without unconsciously keeping an eye out for you, lest you fall into danger accidentally. Gods, he can’t even keep his mind straight around you; your scent clings to his sheets — jasmine, amber, and sex — and it takes everything in him not to groan out loud, to roll over and fist the sheets and—

Fuck. He shouldn’t. You don’t even like him. You said it yourself. Mutual dislikement. That’s not even a word, yet he’s clinging to it like a desperate, starving creature. You don’t like him, and he shouldn’t like you, but the reality of it all, plus memories of last night, has him tempted to come crawling back for more.

He won’t, of course. You’re too good for that — for him. Too good for drunken hookups and guys like him who blush every time your eyes meet.

Yet you both still did it. Yet you woke up, didn’t try to run, called him out on his bullshit, folded his fucking shirt, and let him walk you back to your room.

Dain cracks one eye open and turns to look back at his bedside table. Your forgotten hair tie lies right on top of his beaten, dog-eared copy of the Codex like a bruise on pale skin. It doesn’t belong in here with him, but that didn’t stop him from taking it.

Why? To remember? To try and see if you’ll come back to look for it, just for another excuse to see you with your hair down?

Gods, he’s a mess. But at least you don’t know the truth about him. You already have seen him at one of his most vulnerable places, even if the memories are blurred, but if you were to see him like this…

Well. His dignity would be doomed, to say the least.

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[weirdmarioenemies]

Name: Mini-Nose

Debut: Pokemon Diamond and Pearl

Well, what do you magnetic know? This is a magnetic nose. No, I'm not posting about a Pokemon! I'm posting about a part of a Pokemon. A part that I think is quite underappreciated, and I would know, because I myself did not appreciate it enough for the longest time!

Mini-Noses manifest when Nosepass evolves into Probopass, the funny magnetic mustache Moai. Since Probopass is based on a compass, the big nose represents the north point, and the Mini-Noses are east, south, and west!

Since the dawn of time, there have been Pokemon consisting of multiple bodies/entities, but these are almost always groups of a bunch of the same thing together. Not here, though! Mini-Noses are not any existing creature, and are instead teeny simplifications of Nosepass/Probopass. It's like if Dugtrio was surrounded by a bunch of Diglett fetuses!

Sadly, a Pokemon's lore can be as cool as possible, but it doesn't always translate well into the games. Probopass DOES have a cool attacking animation where it spins the Mini-Noses around rapidly! But it overall, the Mini-Noses come across more as some weird floaty hands, when they are in fact individual entities that Probopass commands!

It wasn't until I recently rewatched some of Pokemon Generations that I realized... wait. Mini-Nose is awesome! Probopass throws itself around like a Thwomp, as the Mini-Noses hover around like little sentries, shooting lasers at Pikachu! It's so cool! Most entries say that Probopass controls them through magnetism, but it is sometimes implied that they may be able to act on their own volition as well, and that "the main body mostly just gives orders". I guess if anything, they're like an octopus's arms! And then there's the fact that, in the anime, they actually have their own distinct voices. "Nose!" "Nose."

Mini-Nose is such a fascinating and funny little thing! Not quite a Pokemon, but a Pokemon's extremities that are autonomous enough to be their own entities. Like the puppet of a passionate-enough ventriloquist. How do you think Probopass views them? Tools? Hands? Children? Quirky Nephew Trio? Probably not something we would understand, since we are not magnetic monstrosities. But we can still appreciate from afar!

Whatever Mini-Nose is, it is NOT a Pokemon, and we can be sure because the plural is "Mini-Noses", not "Mini-Nose"! Most creatures in this franchise don't get this exclusive treatment!

[leviathanxprincess]

Introducing the Gehenna Devils to Your Plushies - Pt. 1

The Gehenna Devils deciding to show up to your room for sex end up getting met with you deciding to sit down and show them all your plushies!!

I've decided to split Gehenna into two parts for my mental sake.

Notes: mildly sexual content, nothing to crazy. Gender neutral reader! This part includes: Sitri, Amy, Paimon, & Leraye!

Satan and the other Kings found here !

Sitri

Honestly, he'll hold back on sex for as long as you wanna talk for.

He listens intently, hanging on to your every word. He's taking notes in his head, jotting down names, any lore you have if you do.

Your the most important person to him after, so every word you have to say is equally important!

He adores being one of the only ones allowed to see this side of you as well.

He has such a soft, endeared smile on his face as he listens to you talk.

Even if you spend hours talking he doesn't mind! He'll let it happen.

Of course, the fact he was here for sex doesn't change, that's always in the back of his head.

And by the time you're done talking he's practically smothering you in affection anyway because of how adorable you are! So of course that leads exactly how you think it will.

And if you just happen to get flustered by said affection, well then that's even better for him! Your heart rate does increase then, after all.

Amy

He's gonna be kinda blunt about it I think. You start talking about your plushies and he's just like "Okay but I'm here to fuck."

You can give it to him right away, or you could make him wait and keep talking! It's more fun if you go that route.

Tell him he's being too impatient and he can wait a bit!! And then just go on and on and on until he can't take it anymore.

He's annoyed, but most importantly, it's kinda turning him on more.

On the other hand, he also can't deny you're cute like this.

I feel like he's the type to get cuteness aggression.

He's gonna try and start grabbing your cheeks and biting you, once again you could give in. But you could also swat him off and force him to wait longer.

If you really wanna make it worse on him through a little comment his away about how he's acting, a little degrading if you want.

Honestly with the amount of teasing you do to him and how long you make him wait, he's not retaining a single damn piece of information about those plushies.

Be careful your next steps, if you don't stay in control of the situation once you actually allow him to fuck you (which won't be hard if you're trying to dom him), he will take it back. And he's not gonna be the nicest given how frustrated he is lol.

Paimon

Oh my goodness, you're the cutest thing to him right now!!!

He's practically covering you in kisses, all giggly watching you talk!

He's bound to have a few plushies himself, he'll be sure to show them to you later.

Right now though, he's letting you do your thing. You won't succeed on telling him about every single one in one setting, but he'll listen to however many he can.

Unfortunately you won't be able to talk the more he gets worked up.

He's just thinks you're so adorable!! Eventually he's gonna snap and just start squishing and pinching your cheeks!!!

He can't control himself! He's throwing so many compliments at you and not letting go of your face and giving you kisses!!! Your head is gonna start spinning at the rate he's going.

Of course this leads back to the original reason he was here.

I wouldn't be surprised he gets cuteness aggression too lol.

So prepare for that!!! If your covered in bites after don't even be surprised.

Leraye

Hey, he has a lot of plushies too!!!

Well, they're all headless. But it's fine!!!! He cherishes them a lot still!!! Mostly because Satan was involved in the being headless part but still !!!

I think he'd be so interested in listening he'd completely forget the original reason he was here for.

I don't know how much he remembers, but he at least knows their names!!!

Honestly I think he just likes hearing you talk. Doesn't matter about what! If you're happy than he's content!!!

By the time you're done, he's just wrapping you in his arms and giving you kisses!

Like I said, he kinda forgot about sex.

It'll come back to him at some point during him kissing and cuddling you. Probably.

Definitely will if it someone starts thundering at least?

Worst comes to worst just ask him what he was here for then you're back on track! And well, maybe turn your plushies around so they won't have to witness what follows.

[csint3rlude]

CURTAIN CALL ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ MBAV BOYS

summary: rory, ethan and benny dating a theatre kid (separate).

authors note: auggghhh save me benny and rory.. save me… and ethans there too i guess. idgaf about ethan i like him in a way where he’s silly and i wanna like show him fnaf lore

word count: 0.9k || masterlist

⋆｡° ✮ 𓁿 ETHAN MORGAN

ethan is horrifically inexperienced when it comes to theatre. the closest he’s ever gotten was when sarah and erica were in that play, and it didn’t really go the best for obvious reasons. he’s mostly just decided theatre isn’t his thing. he loves it for you though! if you really want him too (you can just ask. he’ll do it simply because you asked him) he’ll help you run lines or practice songs. if you need help with your pitch, he’ll sit by a keyboard or something and press the notes for you. don’t ask him to tell you if you’re off-key though, he can’t really tell the difference.

ethan doesn’t know what to do the first time you have a show coming up. naturally he asks benny, who tells him to get you some flowers and tell you how great you were when he sees you afterwards. he does exactly that, except very awkwardly because that’s kinda just how he is. he will hug you the literal second he sees you though and will tell you how great you were while he does. but genuinely he thinks you’re the best actor he’s ever seen.

ethan gets a lot better and more used to it over time. soon enough he’s actually seen tons of musicals cause of you and slowly he actually starts to kind of like them. he likes them in a way where they remind him of you, but also because sometimes the musical will have a kind of interesting plot, but he mostly just likes them cause they remind him of you.

ethan would probably end up joining the drama club/program (or whatever it is), but not as an actor. he’d do it to be a tech kid. he’d probably wanna do lights cause it’s easier for him and he can make sure there’s always a spotlight on you. there may be malfunctions during lighting if you mention to him that you don’t like someone in the show, but the lights are perfect again when it’s your turn. he kinda likes having theatre in common with you <3

⋆｡° ✮ ݁ᛪ༙ RORY KEANER

rory would probably find it cool if you were a theatre kid. he’s seen a few musicals, and even though they didn’t keep his attention for very long, he’s very easily entertained so he still definitely enjoyed it. however, he would be at all of your shows without a single thought of leaving. he’s front row watching like if he looks away some horrific creatures gonna get him.

rory is by your side the literal second the show is over. he brings flowers every single time (they may or may not have been hand picked right before he got there) and he holds your face between his hands and kisses you right before following it with spreading kisses all over your face and telling you how good you were in between it all. he’d also pick you up and spin you around (he does not care that you’re sweaty) but in a really fast and almost nauseating way. his arms are really tight around your waist while he does it because he doesn’t realize how strong he really is and you’re basically like three feet in the air because once again, he forgets how strong being a vampire makes him. god forbid he starts floating.

rory is your biggest fan. if he sees someone even lingering by the drama club he’s all “my partners in that!!” and then goes on some super long rant about how you’re the greatest actor ever and how literally no one ever could outshine you. he loooooooves you <3

rory is the type of boyfriend to yell “THATS MY PARTNER!!” while ur onstage and it irritates everyone else so much but he’s oblivious to it. he might end up getting kicked out for doing it every once in awhile but he waits outside for you and does his whole “you were so good i love you i’m gonna kiss the hell out of you” routine

⋆｡° ✮ ❀ BENNY WEIR

benny is probably a (not so) secret theatre kid. if you dare to ask him to do your pitch/vocal warmups with you he’s all “little bit higher” or “you’re kinda flat”. he even tries to match the pitch to help you but he can’t sing so it’s really bad and funny. he probably makes fun of you a little but it’s entirely jokingly. he would actually be really great for practicing lines and pitch because he’ll actually be able to tell you when you’re off and is completely honest.

benny is probably also a tech kid with ethan, except he basically only joined so he could be around you more. in reality he does not care about the set or the lights, he just wants to be with you. he is surprisingly really good at being a tech kid though, like it had never been better before he was working on the show.

benny is the type of boyfriend to conjure up flowers in your favourite colour and some random gift pertaining to whatever you’re currently interested in (it was also conjured on the spot). he probably tries to lift you up like rory but he is not that strong so he probably pulls a muscle or something and then acts like nothing happened. he’d kiss you though! very sweetly and softly cause he loves you and he thinks you did literally amazing.

benny would work so insanely hard to make sure your costume and makeup stay perfect throughout the entire show. he’d probably bring like an iron so he can make sure there’s no wrinkles and he’d insist on doing your makeup himself because he thinks if anyone else does it they’ll mess it up somehow, except he accidentally gets mascara in your eye somehow and feels awful for the rest of the day. because he’s on tech he’d also stop you in between scenes and fix your hair and basically everything you go back on.

[sightseertrespasser]

I’m curious, what can prowls doorwings do exactly?

So I’ve seen a few different takes on the matter but I’ll explain my spin on what Doorwings do.

Blanket statement to say I’m relying somewhat on fictional sci-fi technology tropes to do what I want and spurn the laws of physics.

Essentially, they’re like a kind of Doppler Radar. Doppler radars function by sending out a pulse (a radio wave) and then waiting for the pulse to bounce back. Doppler Radars can use the time it took for the pulse to return to calculate stuff like distance of an object from the sender (in this case Prowl) or with multiple consecutive pulses and measurements, be able to outline the shape, orientation and velocity of an object.

Now actual Doppler Radars have a range of a few thousand miles, which is uh, a bit further than what I usually see doorwings being used to scan. Can they? Probably. But my Watsonian explanation for why Prowl isn’t predicting cloud formations or tracking incoming long range missiles is that having an acute kinesthetic sense of everything happening within 3,000 miles of you is a lot to be processing all the time. That and walls get in the way, so they’d have to tie him to the roof of the ship like a Christmas tree

So Prowl and other mechs with doorwings keep it to like, their immediate vicinity most of the time. This also means they’ve basically got a sixth sense that works in 360 degrees. If one really wanted to, someone with doorwings could go full ATLA Toph and purely navigate via radar, but that would take serious dedication.

As for the little flap flaps and twitches doorwings tend to do, it’s essentially a way to get a more thorough view of things. Getting more variety in the pings sent out and received, it’s kinda like leaning side to side to get a better look at an object without having to get closer.

Mentally, wing scans manifest as a 3D map of their surroundings. It takes an enormous amount of processing power to do so though, so these maps tend to be fairly low resolution. In the scene where Prowl is scanning the war room, all the soldiers appear as vaguely person shaped pixelated blobs moving through the space, with the definite walls and furniture much more clear.

Because they’re effectively sending out short range radio waves, any mech made with doorwings, mostly Praxian Enforcers, can actually “talk” to each other by sending and receiving these scanning pings.

It’s akin to Morse code with an additional range of notes to choose from. It’s technically not something they were designed to do, but culture is indifferent to the intentions of manufacturers. In other words, if you see Prowl and Smokescreen silently twitching their wings in the same room together, they’re probably talking shit.

Now, lore time. Why do Praxian Enforcers have these things?

My take on it based on lore I’ve gathered from elsewhere, is that it’s supposed to make them better cops (much like Tacnet). Praxian Enforcers (which includes Prowl, Bluestreak and Smokescreen) are Cold Constructed Cops made to serve the Functionalist government. And I get the impression there was more than one instance of some rich asshole going “Yeah that looks cool, add that to to final design.” While the R&D team tears out their figurative hair.

The idea was that a bunch of cops with built in Spidey Senses should be really good at chasing down criminals. If they’re on the road, it’s much easier to track where all the other drivers around them are. If they’re storming a building, having a way to instantly know where everything is in the room regardless of lighting, smoke or other obfuscations is ridiculously useful.

There’s two design flaws in that however. One, doorwings are a big flashy target, and because they’re effectively sensory organs, getting shot in the wing is a lot like getting shot in the eye. And unlike teeny tiny very protectable eyes, doorwings are huge panels that can’t even be fully armored because the damn things have to move to work properly. But hey, they look cool so the government officials who commissioned them are happy.

And two, just because you can sense everything in a 360 degree radius, doesn’t mean actually you’ll able to focus on every single thing happening within that radius. Doorwing passive scanning works just like how sight works with our actual eyes, most of our vision is unfocused except for a relatively tiny area that has our active attention. But unlike eyeballs, which can be pointed in a specific direction, wing scans can’t just bring one thing into focus at a time. Either your raising the resolution on ALL of your surroundings, or you’re figuring out what the thing is manually.

I have a lot of thoughts on how Tacnet functions as well, but that’ll come up in a future story.

Thank you for the chance to ramble!

[lohotine]

could you maybe do a shadow milk cookie x beast!reader......... for a possible plot you could maybe do reader getting corrupted and upon getting sealed away getting separated from shadow milk cookie,,,,, maybe reuniting after the seal is broken?? sorry if this doesn't make sense, you don't have to do this request if you don't wanna!!

AN: So, I actually... haven't... played the new update... SO I DONT REALLY KNOW THE LORE THAT WELL. I did a quick Google search and I think I got it? And I know what the seals are ☆ ALSO, I KNOW THAT THE SEALS DONT ACTUALLY DO THIS, BUT LETS JUST PRETEND FOR THE PLOT. Anyway, I decided on some small angst. (But if you want a fluffier version, just request it. I wont be mad or annoyed or anything like that bc I seriously would love to make a fluffier version of this plot!!)

Shadow Milk Cookie x GN! Beast reader. ONESHOT.

Warnings: Slight angst, possession

-Same-

It's been an awful long time since you were last awake. Did this even count as sleeping? Does being sealed away count as being asleep?

"Heyy. Wakey wakey!"

Who's voice is that? It sounds familiar.

"Come on, doll! You're making me worried.."

They sound upset. Wait, why are there voices?

"You are alive.. right? You didn't crumble away?"

I think I'm free...

You would flutter your eyes open. Everything was blurry, and your head hurt. Somebody was poking your face, but their hands were cold. Not the most welcoming of scenes, but whatever.

"Oh, so you are alive! That's a relief. I don't know what I'd do without you!" The person was leaning over you, and they held a big smile.

They seem familiar... but who are they?

You would smack their face away from yours and back away from them.

"Ow! Don't you know hitting your lover is mean?" The cookie would put a hand on his face while glaring at you.

What did he just say?

"Lover?"

The cookies face would turn sulen.

"Yeah... You remember me, right?"

...

Nobody said a word.

"Doll, I'm all for jokes, but this isn't funny."

He would just stare at you for a while with an annoyed expression before his face suddenly perks up into a smile.

"Oh I see, you're just confused! It must have been confusing awaking from such a long nap. Here, why don't we go on a walk to clear your mind?" The cookie would take your hand and start taking you for a walk. He didn't wait for your input.

"No, you don't understand. I have no recollection of you."

He'd only hum while cheerfully walking.

"I don't even know your name."

"Yes you do~" he would chime, still wearing that deranged smile.

"I do not-" you would snatch your hand out from his grasp and stop walking.

"..." He wouldn't say anything to you, only stare at the ground. His smile feel instantly in that moment.

"You really don't remeber... do you?" He asked you, not bothering to turn towards you.

"I don't."

He sighed before finnaly facing his body towards yours, though, he just couldn't bring himself to meet your gaze.

"Shadow Milk Cookie. That's my name. We used to be close but.." he paused before sighing. "I guess you forgot about all us!" He would have a crazed smile on his face.

"Look, I'm sorry that I don't remeber you, but there really isn't anything I can do about it,"

Shadow Milk would laugh before finnaly meeting your eyes. He would stare deeply into your eyes, that smile never leaving his face.

"Oh, but there is! Don't worry, dove, I'll make sure you remeber. Just stay still..." He would take one of your hands and begun to spin you around.

"Hey! what are you-" Shadow Milk would stop spinning you and put a finger over your mouth, shushing you.

"It's okay doll, I'll take care of you. Just let me guide you, all right?" He gave you an annoying grin, to which you glared at, but ultimately said nothing to.

"Ah yes, this is how I remeber it. You always were so obedient." He would step behind you and place both of his hands on your shoulders.

"You may not remeber me, but I remember everything about you," he would whisper into your ear.

You'd tense up, feeling his breath on your neck.

"Yeah, this is how you would always react. You really haven't changed..."

Shadow Milk Cookie would step back infront of you and trace his cold fingers along your facial features.

"And your face is the same as well." He had a ore faraway look in his eyes, as if he were reliving some other moment. He never let his smile falter though.

"Shadow Milk... were we really close?" You would ask him.

He couldn't help but snicker.

"Oh yes, soooo close."

"..."

"Want me to show you how close?" He held onto your chin, making you look towards him.

"Your answer doesn't really matter. I would have done this anyway."

Shadow Milk closed his eyes and pressed his lips against yours. It was a short kiss, but one full of longing.

"You have no idea how much I've been craving you. It was torture being away from you for so long. You can't expect me to let you go just because you forgot some things~"

A twinge of pink would dash your cheeks from the prior kiss. It should have felt forced and strange yet... there was a feeling of familiarity that made it feel nice.

"Oh how I've missed your cute, silly, blushing faces! There must have been a part of you that liked it then! Maybe I can make you remeber after all."

Shadow Milk would hold onto your wrist and begin walking with you again.

He held that psychotic smile once more while staring into your eyes.

"But even if I can't make you remember, I certainly won't allow you to forget."

Fin~

[vind3miat0r]

can I get some uhhhh redacted headcanons of any flavor

i got u bro 🤝

— Aaron and Smartass actually met before as teenagers, before they both worked at Vesta. their families sat next to each other while waiting for a flight at the airport, and the two of them made small talk to pass the time

— theres a small section in Dahlia dedicated to just vampire businesses. its called "the night market" (since its obviously only open at night), and is a big source of local lore among the unempowered community

— Cutie loves Deltarune and once had Geordi + their friend group dress up as Deltarune characters for Halloween

— when Stealth's powers manifest, they also either acquire a white streak in their hair, or their eye color changes to pink (sometimes both) (dont ask me where this came from i made it up to justify my Sweetheart oc having pink eyes)

— flyboi!Ivan and his Baby are engaged by now :3

— early in Milo and Sweetheart's relationship, Sweetheart was lowkey addicted to melatonin gummies. Milo managed to break the addiction by coming up with a "sleepy time" routine for them, and Sweetheart still uses it to this day

— the whole "vampires are pale" thing is a "genetic" thing that has a chance to be carried from maker to progeny. poc vampires get blue undertones instead of going pale

— Gavin has heart-shaped freckles and heart-shaped top scars <3

— Vincent has been a longtime fan of the band Cash Flagg, and was surprised and delighted to find out that Lovely was a fan too when they first started dating

— Lasko and Dear are Yaelokre's number 1 fans no cap

— Angel's favorite Star Trek spin-offs are Voyager, Deep Space 9, and Lower Decks (the Voyager one is canon to me since there have been multiple David audios where Voyager has been playing in the background)

— after the night at the fair, Treasure learned how to make funnel cake for Porter :3

[writingismyfortune]

new look | dan heng || honkai star rail one shot

published on august 9th, 2023.

pairing: dan heng x reader

genre: fluff

word count: idk, but it’s kind of short?

synopsis: you woke up to your boyfriend, dan heng, in his new form. that’s the gist of it.

warning: lowercase is intended! there’s some slight spoilers from the new story quest (not from a lore standpoint. it’s in terms of bosses and dan heng’s new look). dan heng’s new look has me on a chokehold fr.

hazy vision, heart rate is accelerating…your head is spinning…the strong stench of your blood…your shallow breathing…that’s what you can only focus on.

last time you recall, you were fighting phantylia in her little domain along with general jing yuan. then next thing you knew, your vision went black. the flowers she summoned continues to drain your life, weakening your strength even more. general jing yuan was concerned for your health before the fight, but you said that you were fine.

general jing yuan trusted you, so he allowed you to fight along side him to defeat this lord ravager. he did have a feeling that he shouldn’t have done that though. but you were so persistent on helping jing yuan that he couldn’t say no. that determined look in your eye was so strong and powerful.

before you completely passed out from exhaustion and your injuries, you saw this cyan colored dragon come from the ground…? where did that…come from? who is this cyan dragon? seems like it finished the job of defeating phantylia though.

a tall figure appears in front of you before you completely passed out. his long black hair flows down his back…he stands in front of you protectively…is this a god hearing your blessing? what is going on exactly? who is this guy? why is he protecting you? why is he look so hot- (a/n: just like me fr)

but before you could even process what was happening after phantylia was defeated, you passed out. what a good time to pass out…

without knowing how much time has passed, you woke up in someone’s arms. your vision still a little blurry, you rub your eyes a little to adjust your vision. looking up, you’re met with…oh wait, you remember this guy. recognizing his cyan horns, you wondered if you’re actually dead or something.

staring at him up close, you realize how gorgeous this guy is. his cyan eyes look alluring to look at. no, you’re still loyal to your boyfriend dan heng. however, you can’t help, but admire his features. the gods above must’ve gave him the special treatment. you thought you were in heaven, so you ask a random question out loud.

“am i dead…?”

the unspecified dragon guy looks at you funny, as if he’s silently asking you what do you mean by that question. not only that, he’s confused why you’re asking such a question.

“you’re perfectly alive, [your name]. i was extremely worried about you. you should’ve stayed out of that phantylia fight after you fought off those marastruck…” he responds to your question. wait, how did he know that you were fighting some marastruck soldiers…? there’s no other way…unless…

“what. how did you know that? i am dead, aren’t i…you’re some unknown aeon, aren’t you?” the dragon looking guy looks at you with his eyebrows furrowing, he’s so confused.

“did something hit your head? you’re spouting complete nonsense again,” he asks you. he continues speaking, looking up at the clear skies. “to be fair, you’re always speaking nonsense from time to time. not only that, you did just woke up. anyways, phantylia is defeated now…hopefully xianzhou is safe now.” he said lightly with this slight hopeful tone in his voice. he adds this sweet line after, which completely makes your heart skip a beat.

“and i’m relieved that you’re okay, [your name].”

huh…so this dragon guy knows your name and he’s also very sweet with you. that’s kind of suspicious, you thought. in addition, this is the first time that you’ve seen him in your life. so really, you find this weird. but do you mind it? kind of, you feel like you’re cheating on your boyfriend, dan heng. well, at least you’ll have stories to tell once you come back to the astral express.

you can’t wait to tell dan heng what happened today…you considered that he might get slightly jealous over this dragon dude though, which you are excited to see.

you grab your phone and start texting dan heng, telling him about your adventures. you then hear a ringtone from the dragon guy’s pocket…

the dragon guy grabs his phone and looks at the notification he just received. you stare at the phone case…you’ve seen that phone case before…that’s the same one that dan heng has.

that normal black phone case? yeah, you can recognize that bland ass phone case from anywhere. you tried to convince him to change it into something more cooler, but dan heng didn’t want to as the phone case is still functional.

the dragon guy then looks at you, one of his eyebrows raising in curiosity.

“[your name], why did you send me a message when we’re literally next to each other? you could’ve just told me your adventures face to face…you don’t have to text me about it.”

“huh, what did you say?” you responded, your expression immediately looks confused. and then…oh shit.

that’s when you realized…that’s when you connected two and two together…wait a minute.

“wait…you’re dan heng?” you asked the dragon guy. in reaction to your question, his cheeks immediately flushed. his eyes dart to the side, avoiding any eye contact with you.

“no way. you’re actually dan heng…like my boyfriend, dan heng?” you ask again, your eyes are wide in excitement. they sparkle in delight.

“…i know i look different, but yes. i’m the dan heng you know and love, [your name].”

“oh my aeons.” you said softly, clearly still very flabbergasted to know this fact.

“i was scared you wouldn’t like my new look…but i had to confirm it with you.” dan heng exclaims. his eyes look elsewhere, deep in thought about something. then he looks at you, he’s slightly pouting. it’s very subtle, but you know it’s there.

“you didn’t even recognize it was me…do i really look that different?” he asks you. “i can’t change back to my original form even if i wanted to…” he adds.

you shake your head without hesitation with this knowing grin on your face.

“you do look different, but not in a bad way. in fact, i think i dig this new look actually.”

dan heng clears his throat at your bold compliment, trying to keep his composure. you stare at his cyan horns, in which, he notices.

“do you want to touch my horns?” dan heng asks you as he puts you down on your feet. he brings his head down a little, letting you touch them. he looks at you expectedly.

you look so excited to touch his horns, your eyes sparkling. glancing up at dan heng, you ask him if he’s really okay with you patting his horns, for a final confirmation. dan heng gives you a nod with this warm smile, saying that he’s perfectly fine with you patting his horns.

and so you reach over and pet his horns gently…they were a little rough around the edges and they’re very dense and strong. they have a similar texture to horns of a goat or a reindeer, if that makes any sense.

you notice that dan heng’s big, cyan dragon tail is wagging a little…it’s clear he enjoys you patting his horns like this. finding this cute, you continue patting his horns gently, your fingers moving along his strong cyan horns.

“your touch is very gentle, my dear.” dan heng says softly, his cyan eyes look at you with warmth. you continue patting his horns, a satisfied grin on your face, clearly happy to see that your boyfriend is comfortable.

“you know, before you identified yourself, i felt like i was cheating on you…even though there wasn’t anything happening.” you said, still patting his horns. “i mean, i found you attractive…but it appears that it was you all along, dan heng. turns out i just fell for you again~”

dan heng’s cheeks go a little red again hearing this, but he’s very happy to hear that. it appears he softens up with it comes to you. otherwise, he isn’t easily flustered…it’s just that his reserved demeanor falls right off when it comes to you.

in addition, your touch makes him turn into putty. he’s so whipped for you. he’s also glad that you love this new look of his…maybe he’ll keep it around for the time being (once he finds out how to change back), just to see your excited smile again when you pat his horns. he loves it when your eyes light up when you touch his horns, your soft and gentle touch full of affection and love.

back then, he wasn’t very fond of this new look as it reminded him of his treacherous past that he ran away from. but now…it seems like…

it seems like he has a reason to love this new look. you made him love himself even more. not only that, he continuously falls for you little by little every single day.

his new look doesn’t only define his past anymore. it defines his future too. it's now something that makes you happy. for once, he appreciates this new look of his.

maybe his new look isn’t so bad after all.

end of one shot. next chapter: n/a

[sparklingcamelia]

"LOST SPARKS" - UPDATE + SNEAK-PEEK

Disclaimer: this is a post about things I wanted to say/write to give some more info about what's coming. It's not that much, though if you're intrested only in text of "Lost Sparks", it's at the end of the post!

Ok, so here's the thing: something is coming. And I think this is the point of no return. I made a commitment, so yeah...

A little (short) background of the events: out of nowhere I started thinking about writing fanfiction. It was quiet strange thought, but suddenly I was like: let's go.

Actually, now I'm thinking about it more and more as passion-fan-project and a creative exercise. You know - how far I can push the plot, make some unexpected (or expected) plot-twists, cliffhangers, create characters to play in some interesting storylines.

But over-all: I want to create interesting story.

I think some important points of this story you can find here.

But there's more, I promise.

I can't reveal many details/spoilers, but I can give you right now is the tittle: LOST SPARKS. I decided to leave it and I think I will stick with it. And as it suggests - LOST SPARKS - one of main themes will be about being lost: about life, choices, consequences, future, expectations, relationships, emotions and feelings. Of course, it won't be the main focus of the story, but I think it will be very important.

I also plan to write about themes like freedom, ambivalence, judgement, prejudice, injustice, discrimination, censorship.

And I'd like to take some of the characters and describe them in new way.

In some way I'm torn about this topic, but I have to admit that I want/need to introduce some original characters into the story, because I want them to fulfill some certain roles in the plot and I'm fully aware some people won't like this idea. I'm building whole lore/new universe for these protagonists, so maybe there will be some side-stories or spin-off, but now I'm not taking this idea for granted - I want to focus on the main plot.

As for the cast of the story - it's still work in porgress, but there's something I must confess: it will be mix of characters, events and anything beneath, because I like some certain things from every known universe. Why? Because I think it will be interesting mash-up. I don't know if it will work out, but hopefully, it will be good.

To be honest - I never thought I would be able to do so much in such short period of time. I've almost finished with drafting most of the chapters for part/season one. And I'm actively working on chapter 1 and 2, and I can assure you, they'll be long - chapter 0 is super long and will be available on Tumblr same day the first chapter of the series is posted on AO3.

I hope to publish it on late June/July.

I hope I will be able to give you some more informations about plot and characters very soon.

One last thing: I've been thinking a lot about this and I'm convinced that I might leave this blog as a place for sharing/reblogging great stuff, just because I really like things Ikeep finding, even if some blogs have been on hiatus/not updated for months/years.

BUT now you can find everything about things I'm currently working on HERE.

I will also publish latest updates there!!!

And I think, the most important part:

If you are here, so I serve you another sneak-peek. It includes two characters of the main cast: Nightbird and Rem.

‘Wakey, wakey, Nightingale.’

‘Oh.’ Nightbird sighed. Blinked. ‘Oh – It’s… Just you.’

Rem’s face hardened.

‘Just me. Your bestie. Your sister. Your navigator. Your partner in crime. Your –’

‘Ok, ok, sorry, don’t be mad,’ Nightbird chuckled. Her friend sighed and visibly relaxed.

‘I’m never angry with you, chillax,’ Rem sat down, next to her. ‘Hope you had a sweet dreams before “just me” came to wake you up.’

‘Yeah, it was –’ young mech hesitated. ‘It was nice.’

Just a dream. One of many.

Rem without waiting for permission took pad that was lying on her friend’s lap.

‘Of course,’ screen turned on and the latest drawing was displayed. ‘Dream about Cybertron will never die.’

Nightbird smiled with shyness.

‘It’s a nice drawing, though,’ Rem nodded in approval. ‘I hope we will be able to see this city, as we planned.’

Nightbird used an old photo as a reference. The drawing showed Iacon, the city where Mother and Father had studied. Although the city was amazing and had so much to offer, her Father often mentioned that he liked the climate of Kaon and Tarn better. He has always preferred more industrial views and technology-focused environments.

Before everything just collapsed.

It was obvious – even after Space Bridge was shut down, there still was hope.

‘Have you ever wondered if they think about us as much as we do about them?’ Rem turned her optics towards the sky. ‘Maybe someone is looking at the sky and is thinking about Ceall? About people they will never met? Places they will never see? Things they will never experience?’

Nightbird also looked towards the sky.

‘… yeah.’

To be continued...

If you want to read another sneak-peek, come here.

[year2000electronics]

do u watch the sonic movies just for agent stone and robotnik

i mean... originally i was going to, yeah! the exact moment the first ever trailer dropped (april 30, 2019) i was already enamored with jim carrey robotnik, and ready to accept that even if sonic's design didn't get changed (which, come on, this is hollywood... usually if an adaptation sucks then it sucks til the bitter end. some of us certainly didnt see the redesign coming), this movie would be my cult classic. flop or no flop. ugly or pretty sonic.

i guess because... i saw a lot of myself in the spin jim was putting on the character! eggman had always been the sonic character that fascinated me the most as i played all the mario & sonic crossover games as a kid, but the particular interpretation of this robotnik- flowing black coats with red trim, someone who grew up as a very lonely kid and so now compensates with leaning into the "lone wolf of evil" aesthetic, someone who has a hard time emoting and feels more like machine than a person so compensates with BIG, LOUD THEATRICS, and a BOMBASTIC TONE OF VOICE! i looked at him and i saw me. i know it sounds a little silly and a lot of jimbotnik's traits come from the fact that that's just jim carrey's style of humour and slapstick but he's just always been kinda special to me even from the beginning.

but yknow, then sonic's design gets fixed! exciting! and february 2020 rolls around, the EXCITEMENT is in the AIR. me i was always going to be fine, nothing about rob needed to be fixed, but now people are actually EXCITED for the movie! YAY!! i head into the movie, and robotnik is everything i could have ever wanted and more. he's silly. he's COOL. he has his own DANCE SCENE. but then i keep getting flashbanged by these SCENES where robotnik keeps getting like, really handsy with his little assistant he has? like he's putting his hands in his mouth and telling him to pin himself against the wall? and then this emotionally-constipated MESS of a man shouts "I LOVE THE WAY YOU MAKE THEM???" WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? WAIT WE'RE JUST MOVING ON? ARE WE GONNA GO BACK? NO?! OKAY!!

so obviously im in love with them. with that aspect of the movie. this improvised relationship where both actors asked themselves the question "wait, if robotnik hates humans, why does he keep this one around?" and that question would stick with me for all these 3 movies. it's just so interesting to think about. not to mention how well stone and robotnik just work together as an onscreen duo

but, y'know, then i started really liking the movie's strange, wacky style of storytelling and jokes- i had never seen a cgi animal movie that took the human characters THIS seriously yknow? and by that i mean characters like tom are goofy ofc but it feels like in movies like smurfs they almost want you to not care about the humans, but here, you have stone going from Figurehead for Robotnik's Parade of Black Suits to Guy Who Genuinely Has An Emotional B-Plot In Sonic 3, because of the love fans showed for the character and for how jim carrey and lee majdoub played off each other. even characters like maddie get more in movie 2 because of how tika sumpter said she wanted her character to do more LIKE... LIKE?!

the humour really gets me too, its so strange in a fun way i love. if i was just watching it for rob and stone i wouldnt be watching the knuckles show. ive grown to ADORE the world of the sonic movies, and the actual superpowered animals are cute too! i like their designs, and yknow, this love i have for the sonic movies HAS inspired me to check out more of the games, the shows, the comics, not only to see more of my beloved robotnik (who, yes, i love EVERY version of now. no version of the eggman can escape my love. he is the perfect man) but also to see the other parts of sonic lore because even if it's not like sonic is my fav of all time... i like the storytelling now!!

but stuff like that- my entire lil rant- i think it's why i try not to get gatekeepy when it comes to fandom. because for every series you were there for in the beginning and have an encyclopedic knowledge of, you will have another one where you're only there for a small part or only have a casual enjoyment of. i like to afford other people that kindness because there come times and places when i will be a casual enjoyer of something, and hopefully people will afford that kindness back to me. because even if i do explore other parts of sonic lore and diligently appreciate all parts of the movie, maybe the fact that i'm so robotnik-&-stone centric is still being too much of a casual for some people. maybe i'm only a fairweather fan. even so- even if people think i'm only watching these movies for rob & stone-

i'm having fun!

[withered--s0uls]

OKAY, I think I'm done for now.

@electrozeistyking and I a little while ago talked about how GD!N would react to DAS!Cyn. They went on about in a reblog but basically he would be extremely happy bc DAS!Cyn is a separate entity to the Absolute Solver, therefore meaning she's not the one behind everything.

So at first they probably both would be extremely happy. DAS!Cyn in her own AU upon meeting N first is absolutely terrified that he might hate her after everything the AS made her do. So the fact GD!N would react very positively to her presence would be a huge a relief to her.

Now, the issue is that the "Dormant" in "Dormant" Absolute Solver is in quotations for a reason. It simply lost interest in her as a main host / had no need for her anymore. It still has admin rights over DAS!Cyn and she still has a Solver Form. Though she doesn't use it by choice bc of PTSD triggers (until possibly a specific point in Ep7 but I'm waiting for ep8 to decide).

So yeah I think that would make both GD!N and DAS!Cyn kinda anxious to put it lightly.

(More Art and stuff under cut because this crossover has been living RENT FREE IN MY HEAD)

Also fun fact

@electrozeistyking has mentioned and shown Beanie finding comfort in the sound of her fathers core.

Well funny story.

DAS!Cyn always was comforted by her brothers core back at the manor, when they first reuite at the start of Ep6 and she sees DAS!Uzi summon her Solver wings and tail, her instinct is pressing closer to DAS!Ns chest for comfort. Her memories of the Solver features are very very blurry, but she is triggered by seeing them regardless.

I thought It was cute the girls have that in common, so I decided to draw them and GD!N sleeping with the girls having their heads close to his core :3

OKAY FINALLY WE GET TO THE DOODLE PAGE

I didn't feel like fully making these so they're sketchy doodles :"

The first two are based on Zeisty saying GD!N would probably pick DAS!Cyn up and spin her around. Also you probably noticed between this doodle, the first drawing & the Tiny!N & DAS crossover post, but DAS!Cyn displays flowers on her visor to emote happiness!

The 3rd and 4th are just random interactions between the kiddos lol. I feel like Beanie probably would be happy to have another Auntie, not to mention one closer to her age so they can do silly kid stuff together. DAS!Cyn... oh boy

She would feel a whole range of emotions; grief about missing so much of her brothers life (like he has a kid ffs), guilt and self blame after finding out what happened to Uzi (she blames herself for everything the AS caused, even tho she never agreed to it) which might end up in a "slight" breakdown, anger at the AS for causing GD!N that kind of pain and eventually once she processed all those emotions she probably would be excited to get to know Beanie. Like!! Imagine finding out you have a little Niece!!

She probably would struggle to easily keep up with Beanie bc she still has motor issues like in canonverse so she's a little slower, so it'd be mostly her trying not to fall over her own feet whilst being dragged around by an excited toddler who probably even with child lock is stronger than her lmao.

Also I drew DAS!Cyn in an alternate outfit bc I wanted to actually kinda show the oil reserve canister,,,

Ok wanting to respond to the hashtags specifically bc :)) yay

Also ig this is some DAS lore fact drops lol

Yeah, DAS!Cyn kinda didn't take it well either when she first realized the AS technically can still take over if it really wanted to after she transferred bodies in an attempt to escape. Imagine getting your core nearly crushed in an attempt to flee from robo satan just to find out entity STILL can use you for their bidding. Like!!! Damn that's not fair the kid nearly fucking died trying to break free!!!

DAS!Cyn definitely would want to spare Beanie the horrors too. DAS!Cyn herself is mentally like 7-10/11 at best 6-9 at worst -- despite kids usually just saying whatever comes to mind, she repressed most AS related stuff for a reason, she definitely wouldn't share what she knows with her newfound niece

I feel things would be either super great and happy or super traumatizing depending on when in the timeline we throw DAS!Cyn at them. If she's there during ep 6-7? Oh boy. Oh no. DAS!Cyn & DAS!N have an exchange during Ep7 that would not go over so well if it was GD!N in DAS!Ns place, because it would be awfully similar to GD!Uzis death -- she doesn't die, because DAS!N can't get himself to shoot with her being so close to the AS, despite her literally shouting at him to do it and that she won't be angry, that'll be fine. -- yeah I don't think GD!N would handle that well 😭 Zeisty feel free to get the angst train rolling if you wanna add your two cents on how that'd go over -- any point before that? Probably fine. Post S1? I'd imagine also fine depending on what Ep8 throws at us (except like... look at ideas list for more info*)

I'll assume that'd be Beanie reacting to seeing DAS!Cyn having the Solver tail and possibly the glitching Solver symbol in her visor. Yeah she definitely would try to play it off and go try and hide somewhere until she can get it under control again. High stress or negative emotions causes her Solver to act up (unrelated to the AS, just her own Solver form without the entity controlling anything!!) So what I said above to her reaction to the news of GD!Uzi being dead? And possibly finding out the reason why? Yeah that might trigger her tail and wings to pop out and her to basically be reduced to a hyperventilating ball on the floor because of proceeding to blame herself for all of GD!Ns suffering due to thinking the AS actions & it being a danger are her fault

Other things I kinda wanted to doodle but didn't for now, might do at a later point;

Cyn still has a Solver Core, which is the same as a DD core (except smaller lol). So I was playing with the idea of Beanie noticing that her core sounds different from GD!Ns due to hers being severely damaged and actively leaking after the AS attempted to crush it during the body transfer. DAS!Cyn then trying to play it off

Some kind of acknowledgement of the Oil reserve canister on DAS!Cyns back, it was made by Tessa before the AS did the medurder and stuff. It's supposed to help keep the Solver in check by preventing overheating, hence why its directly connected to her chest where her core is

There was something else but it slipped my mind

Smth I'm not gonna say publicly for now until Zeisty posts something about it and/or eventually posts the chapters bc I don't want to spoil esp not bc it isn't my place to :" (if you're curious, Zeisty, lmk I can tell you in VC or DMs lol) but it partly would possibly be related to the 1st idea listed

* I have an idea for what happens to Cyns original body (the one the AS uses & that wears Tessa) post Ep8 IF Ep8 let's me do it that is. I think it could be fun to crossover that idea bc of GD!Ns ghost sight.... tho it definitely also would be fucking stressful and trauma inducing bc Solver stuff sooo yeah rip (again, if you want I could elaborate in vc or DMs on this bc I want to first wait and see what the season finale brings before I do anything "official" with this)

GD!N reacting to the information that DAS!Cyn canonly shot "Tessas" gun at the AS (well technically at its tentacles. Point being that kid fired a gun/knows how to use one) -- which again could be very interesting if we were to toss them into the same Ep7 bc that's when she does it

Possibly GD!N finding out ab the scars/cracks surrounding DAS!Cyns core bc,,, yeah

Anyways uuuhh heightbsheet bc I'm 99% sure I drew stuff inaccurate

These were actually so fun to draw and think & talk about. I'll post the GD x IC crossover once I'm done with that (yes, yes there is more than what you already saw Zeisty. Not much more but more nonetheless)

[pransesdp]

-Haiiiii everybody, here's a quick lil nightly post to cap off 2024!~ 🤩Had these refs waiting a loooong time coming since I first started revamping my Danny Phantom NG verse, and so without further ado-

Say hello to the *newest* rendition of one of my og NG faces, Tylerrrr~ 🔥❤️Boi's gone through quiiite a creative journey I gotta say (-for better or worse, knowing my past writing lmao), but now I'm excited to revamp him to a freshened up role as the cocky GIW rival to Morgan's ghost hunting adventures~ ;p

(Also for those curious about his family lore; given Tyler's dad Elliot was first suspected by Danny to be part of the Guys-in-White in the "Double Cross My Heart" episode, I couldn't help spinning up a twist-headcanon that Elliot was actually a GIW member after all; he was just lying about being an exchange student to get closer to Phantom/other ghost activity in Amity Park (-but then along the way got distracted by pretty goth girl Sam cause y'know... teenagers lol).

Joining Tyler's side being none other than Max (originally a random side character in my older NG works, now they vibe as the Nonbinary adopted child of Operatives K & O~👀), these GIW operatives will be putting Morgan's patience to the test as they investigate all the spooky happenings going on in Amity Park👻What can ya say? For the GIW, it runs in the family~😎

[videogamelover99]

Update for the Human Bill AU

HIYA FOLLOWERS!

It’s me, uh, Vee! Wait, like the LETTER? Seriously?! Talk about originality. 

ANYWAY! Word around the block is that BEST SELLING AUTHOR BILL CIPHER (pretty cool guy btw makes great deals) released a book into the PUBLIC COLLECTIVE that was SO GOOD it melted all of your brains into the primordial forms they were in when you were 10 years younger! Which is great news, cause it means more of you are down to contribute to the cause. What cause? Summoning Bill Cipher back into the mortal realm of course! I KNOW after his last SHOWSTOPPING lore drop you’re just dying to meet this guy, I get it! And you can! All you gotta do is pledge your allegiance to me, B- I mean, Vee! Who is not in any way, shape, or form possessed by a demon right now! They’re fine! I’m fine! Everything’s fi-

Ahem. Sorry. Bill took over my brain for the 30th time this week. It’s Vee. Hi.

Seriously though, actual Bill Cipher might not be hijacking my brain right now, but his character might as well be. I’m back to 2016, spinning him around like a rotisserie chicken. He is my little guy. He did nothing wrong, I promise. 

Honestly, I didn’t know if A Different Form a Different Time was ever gonna come back. It started as a collaboration with @doodledrawsthings on Tumblr, and after they moved on to do other stuff I did the same. And yet, this au changed the trajectory of my life. After all the support and enthusiasm from you guys, I realized how much writing and storytelling meant to me. I’m now a Narrative Game Designer, writing scripts and stories on a professional level, which I would not have gotten do to had I not had the experience of writing for this AU. 

For years, I kept getting DMs telling me someone was leaving kudos and comments on fics I wrote when I was a teenager, and that always just…blew me away. From the bottom of my heart, thank you for showing me how much my writing meant to you because I would not have gotten this far without that message being reiterated over and over again. 

And then the Book of Bill happened, and suddenly this dead au Mak and I crafted got 20k+ words of new material. Oops. Haha. 

So are you finally continuing this fic?

Yes and no. I’m rebooting it. After improving as a writer I’m hoping to bring something new to the table while following what’s already established in the series. Waking Days is gonna be rewritten, with new plotlines, new adventures, better, more coherent plot. I’ll still keep the old fic up so people can read it if they want, but I’ll re-order it to be at the end of the series for a more clear continuation. 

Will you finally give us a finished product?

The genuine answer is I don’t know! I don’t have a good track record for finishing fics, which is not exactly a vice, since I’m not getting paid for any of it. It’s just for fun. All I can promise is that I’ll give you new adventures in this universe, and maybe, together, we’ll get to the end. I was always of the opinion that people don’t owe writers and artists kudos or likes or comments, because once you put something out there, it’s not up to you how it’s consumed. I’m writing this for fun, and to improve my skills. But I will say that kudos and comments help a TON with people’s motivation. Seeing someone be enthusiastic about your work just does it sometimes, ok? And if you want this fic to be continued, if you like what’s happening, then let your voice be heard. 

Is Mak (aka doodledrawsthings) involved again?

Nope! They gave me their blessing to continue this AU, and it’s gonna branch out a lot from the original vision. I’d be down to work with them again, but as far as I know, they have their own stuff going on (they’re a professional storyboard artist now and have been for a while!) Please don’t harass them about this. If they want to work on GF stuff again, they will choose to do that on their own. 

Upload Schedule

If anyone noticed, I did a little poll recently (if you missed it, follow me guys!) and most people preferred shorter updates once a week. That’s what we’re gonna try. So, keep an eye out for a new fic in this series next Friday. I’ll add another chapter to this one even so people can keep track. I’ll be posting on my AO3 as well as on Tumblr, and tagging it as “A Different Form a Different Time”. 

Sneak Peek?? Please?

Sure. Here’s some stuff I wrote:

Deep in the redwood forests of central Oregon lay a small little town called Gravity Falls. With a population of a few thousand, low on tourism, and high on mosquito bites, the town was hard to find on any of the maps, and some might have claimed that the town hadn’t even existed. 

Fewer still knew of the oddities that made the town their home, passerbys had nothing to say outside of an “eerie feeling” and a glimpse of tiny men in pointed caps in the corner of their vision. 

But the town was real, and the oddities were more real still. 

In the outskirts of that town, down a dilapidated forest path, in a clearing sat The Mystery Shack, an old scientist’s lab turned tourist attraction. It was in this house, on a stiff, plushy couch, framed by the light of a seemingly empty water tank, that Bill Cipher, the monster with one eye, harbinger of chaos and trillion-year-old mind demon awoke, in a body that was not his and whose irritating human instincts he deeply resented. 

“Gah!”

“Screee!”

"Ow!"

Instincts like rapid breathing, sweatiness, and overall shakiness usually meant one of these dozen organs wasn’t working properly. Unfortunately, after waking up for the dozenth time in this manner, Bill had to admit that the organs weren’t the problem. 

Not that he could remember what the problem was. Whatever dream or nightmare had caused this current inconvenient bout of terror, whatever remnants of it were blank, fuzzy static on a rotting television screen. 

It was more annoying than anything. 

Bill started his nightly routine of picking himself off the floor. The blanket he had was tangled around his legs, which were somehow still on the sofa. After a moment or two of clumsily getting the appendages to move, Bill managed to heave himself upright.

Bill rubbed his eyes, he had two now. So weird. 

"Oik!"

Mabel's pig sat on the rug next to his head, staring blankly.

"What're you looking at, huh?"

"Oik!"

"None of your business."

"Oik oik!"

"No, what do I look like, a snack machine?"

"O-oik!"

"Ha! So's your mother!"

Waddles chose that moment to get up and trot away, done with the conversation. Well, good, Bill was done with him, too.

He stole a glance at the water tank. Still empty. Figures old Frilly wouldn't be there when Bill had a bone to pick with him. Maybe he should put some mercury in the water. As a surprise.

What was the point of stuffing him in this body, anyway? Did the ol’ salamander really think it would do anything? Was it to scare him? To torture him? To tell him how awful and evil he was and all those other meaningless statements that Bill had found hilarious in his time? 

Crimes against the second dimension? It was a crime that the place had existed the way it did. A rotten, broken building called for a demolition. He’d just had the detonator. 

Why would you do this?

Ugh, not again.

I-I wish I was dead! I wish I wouldn’t have to see what a monster you’ve-

Bill pulled himself up onto the couch and raised the blanket over his head. As if that could block out the incessant voice that only showed up at the worst of times. 

He would not sleep again.

[waywardangel-wilds]

🌵🥑🧃📚🌿🥝🪲🧩

(green theme)

Thank youuuu so MUCH!

Please reblog the thingy so I can send you a million asks too haha.

🌵 ⇢ share the link to a playlist you love

I've been listening to this playlist a lot while just going out for walks! It's nice and relaxing.

🥑 ⇢ you accidentally killed somebody, which mutual(s) do you text for help?

OMG this is hard because I have so many mutuals. I think I'd ask my oldest mutuals because I know them better, so @sadieillustrates @thegreatmelodrama and @little-de-vil I'm gonna need some help with something... unsavory.

🧃⇢ share some personal lore you never posted about before

I used to be one of the top 3 students in my elementary school. The school would post our rankings every quarter and I sat at third place consistently. I became dumb after 5th grade (MATH).

📚⇢ what's the last thing you wrote down in your notes app? 

Carrot.

🌿⇢ give some advice on writer's block and low creativity

Girl, you should give me advice. You update way more often than I do!!! I have no idea. Cry, maybe? 😭

🥝⇢ do you lie a lot? what's the most recent lie you told?

Not really, but I did go through a phase where I did. When I was a kid my mom told me she was telepathic and could actually read my mind, so I shouldn't bother lying to her. I believed her for a while, but then I tried lying once (remember guys, I went to Catholic school, so this was kind of huge for me). I realized no one reacted and then went through a lying phase that lasted wayyy too long and brought me wayyyy too much pleasure. I'd lie all the time. I once told a random stranger my name was Sandra and I was born in Mongolia. Why not?

🪲⇢ add 50 words to your current wip and share the paragraph here

This is a bit longer than what you asked for:

She gasps, sitting up in confusion. Everything is pitch black, yet it feels as if everything including the floor and ceiling are spinning away from her. It’s jarring. She sucks in sharp breaths, yanking her way across the mattress as the urge to feel the floor beneath her feet overtakes her.

“Katniss, you’re okay. Katniss, it’s me.” She hears Peeta’s voice call to her in the dark. His hands find the small of her back first as he crawls after her, his arms gathering her to his chest. It anchors her. She still feels as if she is spinning away from all sense of space, but at least she’s doing it with him wrapped around her.

Peeta’s hands run up and down her arm and back, squeezing reassuringly as he does. He’s patient with her, waiting for her to return to the land of the living before he speaks to her again.

“I’m okay,” she croaks. She pats his chest to confirm this. “I’m good now.”

“Okay,” Peeta murmurs in return, squeezing her close. She feels him nose her cheek once or twice before the familiar yet unfamiliar touch of his lips presses against her cheek. “Let’s go back to sleep.”

“Okay,” she whispers, her eyes already closed despite the warm honey flooding her belly.

🧩⇢ what will make you click away from a fanfiction immediately?

horrible grammar or a lack of paragraph breaks. If I am motivated enough, I can sit through terrible characterization and plain out predictable plots, but terrible organization?? No, thank you.

[subnausea]

It's literally a prison being back into my subnautica phase and barely knowing anything about below zero but waiting until I actually play the game to learn about it, like I know the general basics but idk any of the cool creatures and stuff :P and it's not like I can just GET below zero because it's like $30 and it's not on Xbox gamepass :( I wish I could just watch a playthrough of it but I don't wanna spoil the game for myself, I guess I'll just have to wait until I'm no longer broke smh.

womp womp /silly

Below Zero is totally worth it though, I see so many people shitting on the game, the storyline and the creatures, but I think it's a brilliant spin-off (no it's not a direct sequel, that's why the next game is called subnautica 2 and not subnautica 3)

I'll try not to spoil too much but I love the expanded lore of the Architects (I need to draw Al-An), and the Chelicerate is probably my favourite leviathan aside from the Sea Emperor.

When you have a spare $30 go ahead and buy that game!!