#welcome to hell roxy

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

REWATCHING GO S1, LIVE PLAY-BY-PLAY OF DOOMSDAY WAHOO

HELLO MAGGOTS REWATCHING SEASON 1 BECAUSE THE FIRST TIME WAS A KIDNAPPING CHAOTIC MESS. EPISODE ONE HERE GOES. I DON'T REMEMBER A LOT OF DETAILS BUT YES.

Opening scene and Earth's got vibe-checked by God and I've been gaslit about the dinosaurs

GARDEN OF EDEEEEEN wow his first appearance and Aziraphale's already so prissy and flustered might fuck around and fall in love with him idk

I finally understand who these mf's are hi Hastur and Ligur you're not zombies after all

FOR FUCK'S SAKE SECOND SCENE CROWLEY'S BEEN IN AND SHE WALKED IN, SERVED HIPS HAIR AND CUNT, AND THEN MANAGED TO TALK HER AWAY INTO A PROBLEM

LIKE GENUINELY SHE COMES AND SASHAYS WITH HER HAIR AND SAYS TIMES ARE CHANGING AND HEAD OFFICE LOVES ME AND JUST INSTANTLY HASTUR AND LIGUR USE HER WORDS AGAINST HER

idk sister mary loquacious is kinda doing it for me rn with that satanic nun's habit and losergirl energy

third crowley scene and he's misplaced THE LITERALLY GODDAMNED ANTICHRIST because he made small talk with a bloke outside without checking for details

mmmmhm yes sister mary wink again your bitchless decisions are sexy y'know what i mean

Gabriel feels like his brain was eviscerated and replaced with one of those youtuber's paid course promos at the end of their how to change your life in 45 days: three simple mindset shifts video

so THIS IS WHY EVERYONE KEEPS SAYING PAVLOVIAN IN THIS FANDOM IT'S BECAUSE OF DUCKS of course it's because of ducks

mmmhm yes sure crepes French revolu--Crowley stop eye-fucking Aziraphale you're making everyone at the Ritz horny

Aziraphale don't moan into your food man you can't take these two anywhere

Crowley thanking the driver for slowing down is everything to me

And they're drunk hu-fucking-zzah good thing we'll have 11 year olds saving the world coz these fuckers sure ain't doing shit

OH MY GOD HE WAS TRYING TO SAY BOUILLABAISSE I JUST REALISED. I THOUGHT HE WAS JUST MAKING KISSY FACES AT AZIRAPHALE I'M NOT OK-

What Aziraphale was doing back was definitely kissy faces though that mfer wasn't even trying to say bouillabaisse when Crowley said what sounded suspiciously like baby

kissy kissy from lil miss prissy [i would have made such a great high school bully shame i had no inclinations that way]

SORRY WHAT THE BLOODY FUCK WAS THAT SOBERING UP EXCUSE ME THE FANFICS MADE IT SOUND LIKE IT WAS A CLICK AND THEY'RE SUDDENLY NORMAL WHY IS THE ALCOHOL REFILLING

oop nun down nun down

i want ya see a wile ya thwart amirite on a t-shirt

"actually i encourage humans to-" just say you're a lazy bitch azi we love you

love crowley fake-manipulating azi into helping like azi wants to be manipulated y'know so it's not technically his fault he was wiled over or whatever and they're both just such ENABLERS

not azi going SOFT at being godfathers with crowley

NOT BROTHER FRANCIS PLEASE NO FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS SACRED AZI WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS PLEASE

WARLOCKKKKK I LOVE YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUU

HNNNG MICHAEL SHEEN HAD TOO MUCH FUN WITH THIS

why is nanny ashtoreth so seductive with that of course dear is it just crowley's inherent disastergirl sex appeal

HALF PONYTAIL CROWLEY I AM A FUCKING SLUT FOR HALF PONYTAIL

GASLIGHTING HEAVEN AND HELL THAT'S MY BABYGIRLS

erIC THE DISPOSABLE DEMON I DIDN'T KNOW THEY COME IN S1 well not come i hope unless being eaten by a hellho--nope

ANGEL CROWLEY SAID ANGEL ANGEL ANGEL

CROWLEY TRYING TO BE SUBTLE ABOUT KILLING BEFORE GETTING ANNOYED

waiter crOWLEY OUTFIT I CANNOT BE NORMAL AFTER THE WEDDING DRESS DESIGNING ABOUT THIS COSTUME

FOOLS WRONG BOY YOU FOOLS IM DEAD

DOG IS UNIRONICALLY SO CUTE EVEN BEFORE IT GOES SMOL

gonna give my roxie a kissy brb she's my angel and all this dog talk makes me miss her (she's a few feet away under the bed)

i asked her for a kissy and she crawled out and gave me a kiss i love her

DOGGGGG ADAMMM

...roxie's crying to be taken downstairs it's nearly 2 am this is on me for waking her up i crowley'd myself fml

EYYYYY WELCOME TO THE END TIMES don't mind me I'll have to take roxie down yes I know maggots I'm crowley-coded I KNOW THAT I'M A BLOODY DISASTER BYEEEEEEEE

[corroded-hellfire]

Prompt Day 14: And the Winner Is...

Word Count: 1000

Rating: T

Pairing: Hellcheer

CW: Language

Summary: It's time for a new generation to take on the talent show at Hawkins Middle School

Song is Mr. Brightside by The Killers

@corrodedcoffinfest

The auditorium at Hawkins Middle looks smaller than Eddie remembered it as he and Chrissy step inside. Though, he had been smaller the last time that he was here for his own talent show in the eighth grade. 

“We are not sitting front and center,” Chrissy says to Eddie, shaking her head. “I won’t do to her what my mom did to me. Stressed the hell out of me to see her there.”

“I remember Wayne sat over here,” Eddie responds, nodding his head towards the right of the auditorium. That night sticks out in Eddie’s mind for a few reasons, but one of the best was seeing the proud smile on Wayne’s face after the original Corroded Coffin’s very first performance. 

“Here is good,” Chrissy agrees, and the two of them take seats right of center, a few rows back. 

The auditorium hasn’t changed much since Eddie went here, a fact he learns as he looks around the smaller-than-remembered space. But something does catch his eye that makes him smile. He taps his wife’s shoulder twice and points up to the catwalk where the two of them bumped into one another over twenty years ago. 

“Think Em is up there looking for us?” Eddie asks.

Chrissy laughs. “I can’t see her dragging her precious darling up there with her. And I doubt she’s going to let it leave her sight.”

Emily Munson’s new purple guitar is the light of her life. Eddie thinks she might even love it more than he loved his Sweetheart back in the day. Honestly, he’s surprised he hasn’t looked into Em’s room and seen the guitar tucked in bed next to her while she sleeps. 

“Her precious darling has a name,” Eddie teases. 

“I am not calling that thing ‘Cobain.’”

“Says the woman who named her car,” Eddie goads.

Chrissy pouts and looks up at her husband.

“Don’t bring Roxy into this.”

Eddie laughs and wraps his arm around his wife’s shoulders. 

The lights in the auditorium dim and the principal steps onstage.

“Welcome to the 2004 Hawkins Middle School talent show! I am Principal Newman and I’m so glad that you could join us this evening to witness the extraordinary talent our students have.”

The first few acts are entertaining enough—for a middle school show. Everyone in the audience knows they’re really sitting through everything else until the student they came here for is on. Finally, that time arrives for the Munson’s. 

“Please put your hands together for Guitarfly!”

Matching proud grins grace both Eddie and Chrissy’s faces as the curtains part to reveal their daughter and three of her friends.

Emily stands at the microphone, Cobain ready to go as she adjusts the strap over her shoulder. The young Munson’s dark curly bangs are held to each side by a glittery butterfly clip and a touch of eyeliner makes her blue eyes pop—makeup and eye color both courtesy of mom. Emily is wearing a black Corroded Coffin shirt that’s been cut and altered to hang off the shoulders of her small frame. Her denim skirt is layered over cropped red leggings, trimmed with lace at mid-calf. Her black high tops complete the look as she takes her place center stage. 

The drummer counts them off and Emily licks over her lips right before she puts her pick to the strings and leans in towards the microphone. 

Comin' out of my cage and I've been doin' just fine

Gotta, gotta be down because I want it all

It started out with a kiss, how did it end up like this?

It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss

Eddie watches his daughter in awe. He knows he never looked half as cool as she does on that stage. Pride threatens to choke the emotional father as he sees she’s having an absolute ball. 

Jealousy

Turning saints into the sea

Swimming through sick lullabies

Choking on your alibi

But it's just the price I pay

Destiny is calling me

Open up my eager eyes

'Cause I'm Mr. Brightside

He didn’t care that no other act got a standing ovation, when the song ends, Eddie jumps up and applauds. So is everyone else in the auditorium, but his cheering means the most to the teen girl behind the microphone. 

After the final acts, the judges—a teacher, assistant principal, and a lunch lady—converge to discuss the results. 

Eddie knows it’s just a middle school talent show, but he wants this for his daughter so badly. If the judges couldn’t see how talented Emily and her friends are, then Eddie thinks they need to get some sense knocked into them. 

Once the results are in, Principal Newman comes back onstage with the name of the winners on an index card. Eddie slips his hand into Chrissy’s, and she can’t help but smile to herself at how nervous he is for their daughter. The epitome of a doting father if there ever was one. 

“And the winner is…Guitarfly!”

Eddie’s ass is out of his seat before the principal can even finish saying the name of the band.

“That’s my girl!” Eddie cheers.

Emily takes the trophy from the assistant principal and looks over to her parents in the crowd. The louder Eddie applauds, the redder her face becomes. She gives them a small wave before she and her friends lift the trophy up in the air. There’s another smattering of applause and Principal Newman thanks everyone for coming. 

Still grinning from ear to ear, Eddie turns to Chrissy as they stand up and move to leave the auditorium. 

“How did we get the coolest daughter ever?” Eddie asks as he holds the door open for his wife.

“Because she has the coolest parents ever,” Chrissy answers. 

“Hell yeah,” Eddie says and slings an arm around her shoulders as they make their way towards the exit. “A rockstar and a cheerleader? There was no way this kid wasn’t going to be fucking awesome.”

[paradoxgavel]

Surprise OC ask! What's Kirsch's individual opinions on each of the Glamrocks?

Ooh hell yeah hell yeah, I love OC asks!! Okay, so!

I imagine Kirsch and Freddy would be pretty close. Kirsch is programmed to be easy to talk to and a good listener - part of being a barista. And I think Freddy would like having someone to talk to about everything going on. I think Kirsch would appreciate his calm, laidback vibes, too. He's always a welcome guest in her cafe.

Kirsch and Chica would be really great friends, with Chica stopping by often to chat or to try and steal some snacks. Kirsch's programming kinda absolutely forbids her from giving away free food (FazCo is a hellish corporation) but sometimes, after all the guests are gone for the day, she kinda. y'know. might leave some food out on the counter and if it HAPPENS to go missing while her back is turned, then whoopsie daisy!

Kirsch would think Roxy is just the absolute coolest. And I'd imagine Roxy would really like the ego boost of having someone genuinely look up to her. So the two would definitely hang out a lot. Kirsch is a bit of a homebody, not usually leaving the cafe too often, but to go hang out with Roxy? Absolutely.

I think Kirsch and Monty would kinda have a more strained relationship. Kirsch is real sensitive to loud noises and messes in her cafe, and, well. Monty is the king of loud noises and messes. So he is very much not allowed inside. But otherwise, the two just like pushing each others' buttons. They like butting heads and have fun with it. They're frenemies for sure.

And as for Bonnie... I don't think Kirsch ever got the chance to meet him. She was brought in some time after he got destroyed. FazCo wanted to try experimenting with specialized animatronics to run some of their food joints in the Plex, starting with her. But she's really curious about him. I think she wonders if they might have been friends. From how highly Freddy talks about him, she's rather sure they would have been...

[clartidk123]

“They'll execute the mother to raise the man” William killing the first victim Charlie, who was the guardian of the other children. “They'll propagate the killer, eliminate the youth” William killing more children “They'll will blind date everyone until you love them too" They'll will blind date everyone until you love them too" William fooling people into thinking he's innocent “That's the way it is That's the way it will always be” The cycle of death “Something you love turns into something you miss Something you say turns into something you mean” Michael, urgh. Killing Dave. Urgh. I HATE YOU MICHAEL. “This is the way I know” William about killing the children “This is the way and it makes me sick I feel it inside me like a pulse It's starting to slow down and the meter's going down” William dying for the springs and the children “Digital style, digital hate” Gregory dressed as Doctor Rabbit killing Tony. “Digital god, digital pain” Glitchtrap and Jeremy cutting off his own face “Digital violence, digital world” Cassie wearing the mask “Digital boy meets digital girl” Gregory and Cassie meeting at the end of Ruin “Digital silence, digital yell” I have no ideas here “Digital heaven, digital hell” FNAF World and UCN “Digital beginning, digital end Digital birth, digital death” The bite of 83 and the fire of FNAF 6, and The first and last animatronics “This is the answer to the question This is the sound of truth This is the answer to the question There's nothing you can do” Cassie deactivating Roxy and discovering the Mimic. Welcome to autism

[eyes-of-metal]

Staring Eyes

Paul Stanley X OC

Part. III

Roxy’s POV

I feel the sun on my face as the sensation knocks me out of dreamland and back into the real world. I groan and roll over. As I do that, I feel colid with something or someone.

I jolt awake loudly, gasping as I sit up in bed. Who the hell is in my bed? I look over and see Paul. Then, it all comes back to me. I slept in his room last night because I lost my key again.

I'm used to sleeping alone. I don't think there has been a time when I've woken up with someone lying next to me. I guess the shock of that freaked me out.

“Calm down, it's just me,” Paul mumbles, slowly opening his eyes.

“Sorry, I'm used to sleeping alone,” I tell him apologetically.

I glance at the Digital clock on the night table next to me. The glowing red numbers tell me it is 10 am. Shit. It was too late to quietly sneak out of Paul's room without being noticed.

This is later than when I usually end up sleeping. I typically get up a little after eight because I tossed and turned all night and just gave up. As much as I don't want to admit, this has been the best sleep I've had all tour. I never woke up once last night. I'm unsure if that's the situation or if it's because the lack of sleep has finally caught up with me.

“Thank you.” I tell Paul, “You saved me from sleeping in the lobby.”

“You’re welcome, but it's no big deal,” Paul tells me, sitting in bed.

That's when it hits me. He's shirtless. It shouldn't be surprising because he's almost always shirtless, but I spent my whole night sleeping beside a shirtless man. Well, my boss and crush are shirtless.

God, he's so hot. He’s lucky I have self-restrained, or I’d be all over him now. Then again, I think he’d love that. I mean, I took my basic bra off under my shirt, and I could tell it was making him lose his mind.

I walk over to my jacket, lift it, pick up my bra, and put it back on. I must go to the lobby and ask for another key to get into my room with my luggage. I need to change into some new clothes. Luckily, KISS is playing two shows here, so we still have another night in this city, and I don't have to worry about meeting a departure deadline.

“Do you mind if I use the bathroom?” I ask Paul.

“Go ahead.” He says, “I will dress quickly, so don't leave. Well, unless you want a look.”

“Just let me know when the coast is clear,” I say as I walk into the bathroom and shut the door.

I take my shirt off so I can put my bra back on. As I do so, I glimpse myself in the mirror. My hair is dishevelled, and my makeup is a whole smudged mess.

I’m about to walk out of here looking like I'm doing a walk of shame, and all I did was sleep. Oh god, I'm so screwed. Please, no one sees me. If they do, I will be the chick sleeping with her boss.

I wet a facecloth, removing the rest of my makeup. I don't wear much, just some mascara and eyeliner. Then, I run my fingers through my hair to try and tame it down a bit. It doesn't do much, but it does make me look a little less walk of shame.

“Roxy, you can come out now,” Paul tells me, gently knocking on the door. Wow, just in time.

I open the door, and he is fully dressed, leaning against the wall. Somehow, his hair doesn't look as bad as mine did. Somehow, it seems near perfect even now. Damn him.

“Well, I'm about to do my walk of shame.” I joke,

“Sorry in advance if you hear rumours about us doing it.”

“There could be much worse people that rumour could be with.” Paul laughs, “I’ll go with you; it might lessen the blow.”

“Okay.” I shrug, “I’m heading down to the lobby to see if I can get another room key. I need to change.”

“Let’s hope that manager is there,” Paul comments as we leave his room.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” I hear the characteristic Brooklyn accent and angry voice of Peter Criss.

I turn, and he stares daggers at me and Paul.

“It’s not what you think,” Paul says clearly, trying to calm the situation.

“Yeah? Because I think you’re fucking our assistant.” Peter says, crossing his arms.

“I’m not; she needed a place to sleep because she lost her room key. So I let her stay with me.” Paul explains.

“Yeah, right.” Peter rolls his eyes, not buying the truth at all.

“It’s the truth; I'm on my way to get another room key right now.” I chime in, maybe giving some evidence will help in this situation, but knowing Peter probably will not help.

“Doesn’t prove anything.” Peter scoffs, “You still could have easily fucked each other.”

“Well, we didn't,” Paul sighs, repeating himself.

“I don't believe you,” Peter tells Paul, looking over at me.

“I always had a bad feeling about you.”

“Once again, I didn't fuck him,” I say, getting annoyed; this conversation is going now here. He's never going to believe us.

“Keep lying, but I'm telling Doc.” Peter threatens.

“Go ahead, we didn't do anything,” Paul says, rolling his eyes, as Peter stomps off to Doc’s room.

“Well..better go get the key so I can pack my shit to leave.” I sigh. I already know how this is going to end. Peter won’t shut up till he gets his way, and to keep peace, they’ll replace me.

“Don’t worry about it.” Paul says, “I’ll go talk to Doc. We didn't do anything, and Peter is a complainer; Doc knows that.”

“Okay, I’ll go get my room key unless you want me to come with you,” I tell him.

“No, I can handle it; I've been smoothing things with Peter since 1974.” Paul informs me, “Go get your room key.”

“Okay, I’ll see you in a bit,” I say as the elevator opens and I step in. I hope Paul is right.

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Paul’s POV

That didn't go as I had hoped. I tried to explain to Doc what happened. He listened, and I thought he would put this whole thing to rest. Well, was I ever wrong?

Doc told me I didn't have to lie to keep Roxy employed. He doesn't care who is in who's need as long as we’re happy and the work is getting done.

I tried to tell him once again how I didn't sleep with Roxy, but he wasn't having it. Why in the hell would I lie about sleeping with her? I tried to reason. She's a gorgeous woman. Who wouldn't want people to know they slept with her? I've also never been shy to admit my sexual partners in the past.

Not to mention, it's not like the members of this band haven't slept with females who work with us before. Gene is notorious for it. I know Roxy would never get fired because those girls never did. I didn't want to wreck her reputation like that.

I should have just slept with her because now she does have a reputation for sleeping with her boss, and she didn't even do it. She has a reputation without any of the fun.

Doc did tell Peter it was none of his business who I chose to spend the night with. That pissed Peter off. He once again accused him of favouritism. He always says that when he doesn't get his way. I don't believe that it's my fault I always win because I'm always on the right side, Peter. Though I hardly call this a win on my part.

I knock on Roxy’s room door. I'm not sure if she even got the key to get back in again. I know I need to tell her what happened.

The door opens, and she's standing there. Her blonde hair is wet, and she is holding a hair dryer and brush. She must have managed to shower while I talked with Doc and Peter.

“So?” She asks, looking for the verdict.

“Good news is you don't have to worry about your job.” I decide to lead with the good news.

“Bad news?” She asks.

“Doc also seems to think we slept together,” I tell her, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault.” She says, “It just sucks that it's based on a lie.”

“You got the reputation without any of the fun.” I joke, “I should have just slept with you.”

Roxy pauses for a second like she's thinking something over.

“We should.”

“What?” Out of all the possible responses, I never would have expected her to say that.

There is nothing I want more than to slam her up against the nearest wall, tear off those clothes and fuck her until she can't remember her name.

“What do we have to lose? Everyone already thinks we did.” She shrugs, “Why not?”

I don't say anything; I slam the door behind me, then push her up against the wall, pressing my lips on hers in a hungry kiss.

[to-proudly-go]

Sunday/Fic snip!

Thank you @spikybanana for the tag! It's technically Monday where I am but I'm still gonna post this one 😂

This is a Hartwin wip!!

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In a rare moment of inelegance, Roxy flapped her arms up and down, exasperated at Eggsy’s sheer bullheadedness. “If you don’t call that being head over poison-tipped Oxfords for you then what else could it be?”

Eggsy, the lovable idiot, just shrugged. “Indigestion? Or maybe diarrhea, I think he had the runs this morning.”

Roxy stared at him for a long, hard moment. When Eggsy started to squirm underneath her gaze, she whipped her phone out of her coat, pressed a few buttons, and brought it up to her ear. “Merlin? Merlin, we have a problem. I can’t deal with this.”

The phone’s speaker crackled with a sigh. “Ah. It seems like we find ourselves in the same circumstances, Lancelot.”

“Harry too?”

“Yes.”

“Goddamnit.”

“Um, Rox? What--”

She snapped her hand up and raised her index finger threateningly. Eggsy shut his mouth.

Roxy sighed. “Alright, then. Should we proceed with Plan B?”

“I believe it would be wise. Will fifteen minutes be enough?”

“Let’s make it twenty to be sure.”

“Fine by me.”

Roxy ended the call. She sighed once more and pinched the bridge of her nose, sensing an incoming headache.

The headache shuffled close to her, unsure of his welcome after Roxy’s admonishment. Before he could utter another word, however, Roxy grabbed Eggsy’s sleeve and began herding him away (more like dragging, if you asked Eggsy, but he was currently spluttering as his best mate started herding him someplace.)

“Roxy! What the hell is going on—stop that, you’re wrinkling my suit!”

“Shut up and follow,” Roxy growled.

Eggsy wisely shut up and followed.

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“He thought that Eggsy was blushing because of indigestion, Roxy. Who blushes because of that?” Merlin groaned, thumb and index finger coming together to massage the aching area between his brows. Roxy could relate.

“Oh my God. Eggsy said the same thing.”

“I don’t know what to do anymore with these oblivious idiots.”

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No pressure to do the game!! @tideswept @mischievouschan4

[cainluvr69]

Let Me Tell You The Story Of A Rainbow - Chapter 13

Previous Chapter

Nero: It's gonna be dark out soon, Rutile. How about we go inside?

Rutile: …Oh, Nero. I didn't realize how late it had gotten.

Nero: You're readin' that book again? The one y'got from Arthur, Luca Carroll's magic picture book.

Rutile: Yes. I keep finding new things to marvel at, and I haven't gotten tired of any of it yet.

Nero: It's a hell of a book, huh. I can understand how y'keep goin' over it again and again. That, 'n… I mean, they're not as special as that one, but I've got a few books I find myself wantin' to read over and over again, too. Usually when I'm just doin' nothin' in my room.

Rutile: Oh my. Then I'll lend you some of my most recommended picture books tonight. Maybe they'll become ones that you want to read over and over. You never know!

Nero: Picture books, huh. Y'know, sometimes Riquet drops by with one of those to ask me to read to him. I'm really not the right guy to ask to do that, but… Given you're, y'know, a schoolteacher n' all, y'got any recommendations for that?

Rutile: Oh my gosh! I'll pick out something extra special then.

Akira: Rutile, Nero. Here's where you were.

Chloe & Cain: Hey, we're back!

Rutile: Oh. Welcome back, everyone!

Nero: Good work, team. How'd it go?

Cain: It was as crowded today as it's been every day, so I'd say today was a resounding success.

Chloe: We did a-okay as security, too. Nothing to report!

Rutile: That's the best thing I could hear. Um…

Rutile's expression said everything his words didn't, and I shook my head.

Akira: Miss Luca's new work isn't on display yet. The center of her exhibition was empty again today…

Cain: Tomorrow's the last day. They're probably finishing up the ending right about now.

Nero: Yeah. I'm sure she'll finish it in time to put up. Well, it's about time for dinner. Come 'n eat before it gets cold.

Cain: Ooh, I'm running! Walking around that huge castle all day made me so hungry.

Chloe: Same here! What's on the menu today, Nero?

Nero: Rutile's favorites.

Rutile: Mine?

Nero: 'Cause you've been walkin' around lookin' all tormented lately. I figured eatin' something you like would help turn that frown upside down. So eat as much as y'want, alright?

Rutile: Nero…

Akira: You've definitely…been worried about Miss Luca, haven't you.

Rutile: …Yes, I have. I think as long as she has Mister Aslan at her side, she'll be fine, but I still… It's hard to put into words, but I feel like Luca's heart is tired…or wavering. I'd like to go to the exhibit hall tomorrow too, since it's the last day and all. And I want to talk to Luca again, if I can…

Akira: …I'll go with you. Maybe she's just not feeling well since she's so close to finishing her new book, and that's gotta be a stressful time for her. If she can put it up for display with no issues tomorrow, I'm sure we'll get to see her normal cheerful self. So let's enjoy our time waiting for it. Let's get excited for it together!

Rutile: Master Sage… …Yes, you're completely right. Excited and eager is the right way to wait!

That was when something sparkly flickered through my field of vision. Shining rainbow scales were swirling around Rutile and I.

Rutile: …Huh?

Nero: What're these sparkles…?

Cain: I can see them, too… I'm not feeling any bad vibes, but what are they?

Chloe: It's super glittery and pretty, but…what's it all coming from?

The rainbow scales drifted this way and that, as if they possessed an intelligence of their own. It seemed familiar somehow, and I followed the trail of that memory…and then gasped loudly.

Akira: I saw this same sparkling at the exhibition hall!

Rutile: It was just as vivid then, but I couldn't see it very clearly…

My eyes met Rutile's, and we nodded to each other.

Akira: (I heard Luca murmur something back then. The name of the rainbow butterfly in the picture book…)

And so, I posed the rainbow scales a question.

Akira: Are you…Roxy?

The rainbow scales danced into the air, drawing an arc.

Cain & Chloe & Nero: It responded!

Akira: Yesss! We can't hear its voice, but it's definitely trying to communicate with us…!

The rainbow scales drifted back and forth, dancing through the air as if asking us to follow it. And then it glanced back at us, as if waiting for us to follow.

Nero: …Is it tryin' to lead us somewhere?

Chloe: Yeah. It's like it's telling us to come with it!

Rutile: Has…has something happened to Luca?

Akira: Let's follow Roxy and see where it takes us!

Cain: Gotcha!

Rutile: Ride behind me, Master Sage!

Akira: Alright!

Chloe: I--I'm coming too!

Rutile: Wait for us, Roxy!

Nero: Hey, you guys…!

Rutile, Chloe, and Cain were already in the air, and Nero pulled out his broom and kicked off the ground behind them. The wizards rising off the ground in their aerial dance hit the wind dead on, and I squeezed my eyes shut.

Akira: …!

Once the wind finally calmed, I slowly opened my eyes. My field of vision widened, greeted by an evening sky so crimson it felt like it was watching over us.

Akira: Woah…

The sky stretched to infinity above us, and entire cities stretched out below us, both drenched in the colors you can only see just before twilight. I blinked, and the colors of the sky changed--I blinked again, and they changed again. In moments, it would be dyed the color of a bouquet of hydrangeas--the color of melancholy. This sight and its familiar miracles, each moment that passed presenting a new work of art and disposing of the old, somehow reminded me of Luca's picture books.

Rutile: It's so beautiful…

What I'd been thinking had been said aloud, but it was not my lips the words fell from. As I clung to Rutile's back, I saw his eyes through his loosely fluttering hair--they were shining, painted over by the evening glow. My wizards sat astride their brooms, dancing the same steps together, their eyes captured by this vast sea of beauty all around us.

Nero: Now this is a sight worth seein'. Damn, who knows how many thousands of sunsets I've seen, but this one… I've been alive for hundreds of years, but there's still stuff out there that can leave me breathless.

Nero's words made me and the younger wizards look at each other, and we all nodded. I didn't have a wonderland that only I could see, but I was still surrounded by a beautiful world.

Akira: (I don't want to forget this sight…I want to remember it forever.)

I slowly closed my eyes, as if they were a camera shutter. That was when I heard the ringing of bells calling out to us. I turned towards the sound and saw the fluttering dance of the rainbow scales that were leading us. They gracefully, nimbly flew through the sky below the wisps of cloud dyed in sunset hues.

Rutile: …Let's go. Roxy's waiting for us.

My wizards chased those fleeting glints of light through the crimson sky.

✦✧☾✧✦

And where those glints of light led us was a place we'd been coming and going from for days now: the old castle where the art exhibition was taking place. It was past closing time--the interior of the castle was devoid of people and deathly quiet. Magic pried open the heavy gates, and what awaited us beyond them was a truly bizarre sight.

✦✧☾✧✦

Cain: Wh--what's going on here…?!

Flowers in every color imaginable bloomed across the floor, huge flower buds gleamed glossily in the light, and transparent flower petals that glistened with rainbow light like soap bubbles floated through the air. Something not dissimilar to ivy had twined itself around the spiral staircase and pillars, and strange, unreal plants swayed in the breeze. There weren't only plants in front of us, no. I saw animals unlike any I'd ever seen before wandering aimlessly.

Chloe: I don't think, um, this is the exhibition hall we know…

Cain: Yeah. There's an odd aura throughout the whole castle.

Nero: It's like there's somethin' eatin' away at the place.

Akira: Do you think this delicate, fairytale-like sight is…

Rutile: Yes… It's just like in Luca's picture books. But why is this happening here…?

Cain: For now, let's get ourselves to Luca's picture book display!

Rutile, Chloe, and I followed after Cain, while Nero trailed behind, keeping a watch on things from the back. The further in we went, the more it felt like we were being intentionally guided deeper into the fairytale forest. The air grew thicker every step we took. I looked up and saw that vividly pink ivy had completely carpeted the ceiling. Unnatural birds beat their wings, the resulting breeze gently caressing my cheeks. As soon as we reached Luca's display, Rutile broke off from us at a sprint.

Rutile: …! Mister Aslan!

Cain: Hey, Rutile!

I saw Aslan collapsed at the center of the display area.

Rutile: Are you okay? It's me. Rutile of the Sage's wizards. Do you understand what I'm saying?

Rutile helped Aslan sit up as he spoke. But his sunset-colored eyes did not open. He seemed to be unconscious.

Nero: …Hey, look at this.

Nero was off to one side, and he sounded oddly perplexed by whatever it was he'd found. Cain rushed over to him and frowned. Ivy and vines were slowly growing out of one of the dimly glowing picture books that littered the floor. They were slow, yes, but they were certain as they crawled over the hall's floor and up its walls, relentless in their conquest.

Cain: The world inside the book is leaking out…?

Nero: So all of the weird stuff we're seein' here is comin' from the picture books?

Chloe: Um, was this one even on display? I'm pretty sure I didn't see it while I was patrolling today.

Akira: Could this one be Miss Luca's new book…?

Aslan: …Master…Sage…?

At first his amber eyes stared at me blankly, but Aslan awoke very quickly.

Aslan: Oh god, what's happened…?!

Akira: Mister Aslan, are you okay? Um, do you know what…

Aslan: It's that book… If I'd known this was going to happen, I would've hugged her more, held her more…!

Aslan buried his face in his hands. When Rutile spoke to him, his tone was kind and blameless.

Rutile: Mister Aslan, please calm down. …Take your time, but please, tell us what happened here.

Rutile gently rubbed his back, and slowly, Aslan's breathing began to even out.

Aslan: …Thank you. I'm sorry for losing my composure. I think this is all…because Luca got too impatient in wanting to finish her new book. There have been times before when the plants and such that left the pages were actually tangible, not just illusions, but this is the first time it's ever been this bad…

Aslan threw a glance at the book that was slowly corrupting the castle as he sat up, and then continued talking.

Aslan: …Once Luca has finished writing and illustrating all the pages, the final step is deciding on a title. That's when a book is completed. While it's still incomplete, she can leap into its pages to continue work on it, and to play inside of it.

Next Chapter

[rottenrhythms-a]

yeah, I think a full calendar year of radio silence means it's about time to call it.

there's a lot of reasons I've vanished from this blog/the community in general. I started writing proper fanfiction on my own again a few years ago, for one, and I quickly realized that writing on my own terms and actually receiving proper feedback on it was magnitudes more fulfilling than roleplaying, which more often than not felt like a sort of tug-of-war. there's also the fact that I've kind of grown to just not like roxie in pretty much any facet - I find her canon portrayal hopelessly bland, my own interpretation needlessly dour, and the scope of situations it feels right to put her in very, very narrow. she's a character I simply don't enjoy writing anymore.

in general, though, I think the root of the issue is that I haven't really felt welcome in this RPC for several years, and I can't say it's without good reason. when I first joined, I had zero clue or regard for how things worked around here, and I treated a lot of people extremely poorly out of what could really just be chalked up to a blind desire to indulge in things I absolutely shouldn't have been forcing onto other people. I don't blame anyone who ever decided they wanted nothing to do with me, and on the off chance any of them read this far, I'm deeply sorry for how I acted.

that's not to say roleplaying on here was a purely negative experience - hell, if I was never on here, I never would've met some of the best friends I've ever had - but it's been eight and a half years. I think the well's run dry.

if you ever wanna reach out to me, my personal blog's over at @jerzeyjimmy. I've also got twitter (@JerseyJimmy) and discord (jerseyjimmy), if you can stomach using them. thanks for reading this. hope you're doing alright.

[winternimbus]

local woman rants about roxy lalonde, more at 7

i still have the hater energies in me, so i'm going to write up my opinions about meatroxy that i alluded to in my post regarding the transmisogynistic fencesitting the homestuck fandom loves to do about june (which you can read up here if you haven't seen it)

to start, there's a reason why roxy lalonde was so popular amongst trans women and transfems in the fandom, and why transfem roxy was such a prevalent headcanon in the first place.

in my opinion--i feel like this is a my life as a teenage robot situation where the transfem coding and subtext, while unintentional, doesn't entirely invalidate the fact that the subtext was there in the first place. you can see why trans women would latch onto roxy, a character who is extremely isolated, notably has an allusion to chromosomes in her introductory sequence (iirc), has an acute interest in tech, video games, and hacking.

on the other side of the fence, too--it's also worth pointing out that transmasc dave and dirk are also both headcanons that were as prevalent as transfem roxy. mind you, this isn't a jab at TME culture in the fandom, as i said, it's something that i find notable and really interesting! this is also notable for the context that i'm laying out.

so, with that preamble in mind. regardless of your take on the epilogues, love it, hate it, or something else entirely. the epilogues and hs^2 releasing was essentially the fandom equivalent of a dirty bomb going off, and it created such an irreversible seismic shift in the community.

i remember being in absolute disbelief back in 2019 when i first heard about meatroxy. honest to god i thought people were fucking with me, simply because i've heard so much insane things about the epilogues that my thought process of "so much of this has to be bullshit, right?"

it wasn't.

and there we have an aforementioned schism, because on one end--we have a massive influx of TME people coming in and claiming meatroxy as theirs without any quarter, and on the other end--there's the long-standing transfem populace who are understandably upset at the decision, but any attempt at going "hey, what the fuck?" leads the transfem populace to get trampled underfoot entirely by the new TME influx and/or get talked over completely.

personally, i refuse to touch the epilogues and hs^2 w/ a 50 foot pole. but seeing how VICIOUS people got about meatroxy to the point of saying "if you use she/her for roxy you're a transphobe", outright chasing upset trans women outside the fandom, and essentially outright showing poison dart frog colors of "this was never for you. get out of here". yeah.

while i've personally simmered down about meatroxy over the years--personally idgaf these days, it still sucks to see that a character as interesting and with as much depth as roxy essentially get reduced down to "another strider teehee"

hell! i've had an ex-friend of mine go off on me for viewing roxy lalonde as a basis for my gender identity because i was "seeking comfort in a pre-transition character" (which like. meatroxy is just ONE iteration of roxy across paradox space, they aren't the end all be all of roxy lalonde)

my devil's advocate take is that i do GENUINELY think that something interesting can be done with the idea of transmasc nonbinary roxy! but the epilogues just do it in the most boring way humanly possible, and this is why the "pink dave" sentiment still rings true.

now, learning that (take what i say here with a grain of salt) the epilogue writers genuinely didn't know of just how prevalent the transfem roxy headcanon was does reduce alot of the sting, and has helped me to discard my viewpoint of meatroxy as being a deliberate attack against trans women in the homestuck fandom.

it just sucks because both sides lose, TMEs are clamoring over a scrap of incredibly half-assed rep, and transfems just get shown the door entirely with a very clear statement of "you're not welcome here, missy. leave."

over all, it does really suck being a trans woman in the homestuck fandom bc the trans women here have either been chased out entirely (glancing at what happened to kate mitchell.), or have to deal with their space constantly getting encroached upon by hyperaggressive TMEs in the fandom

[hellisland]

welcome to hell island, my tomodachi life island. I'll be updating on stuff that happens on said island.

if you want to check up on a certain mii you can in the ask box, aswell as what's going on in a specific apartment

Miis:

apt. 101 - Scott Pilgrim - Scott Pilgrim

apt. 102 - Ramona Flowers - Scott Pilgrim

apt. 103 - Stoney - 1 Trait Danger

apt. 104 - Trait - 1 Trait Danger

apt. 105 - Will Toledo

apt. 106 - Chiyo-chan - Azumanga Daioh

apt. 107 - Balsac - GWAR

apt. 108 - Knives Chau - Scott Pilgrim

apt. 201 - Kim Pine - Scott Pilgrim

apt. 202 - Lisa Miller - Scott Pilgrim

apt. 203 - Hatsune Miku - Vocaloid

apt. 204 - Jesse Pinkman - Breaking Bad

apt. 205 - Roxie Richter - Scott Pilgrim

apt. 207 - Tamera Chen - Scott Pilgrim

apt. 208 - Santa

apt. 301 - Jesus Christ

apt. 302 - Wallace Wells - Scott Pilgrim

apt. 303 - Marceline - Adventure Time

apt. 304 - Lucas Lee - Scott Pilgrim

apt. 305 - Alex G

apt. 306 - Infected - Regretevator

apt. 307 - Jerma985

apt. 308 - Neco-Arc

apt. 401 - Young Neil - Scott Pilgrim

apt. 402 - Julie Powers - Scott Pilgrim

apt. 403 - Richard D. James aka "Aphex Twin"

apt. 404 - Evelyn

apt. 405 - Wyatt Shears

apt. 406 - Charm - Irl friend

apt. 407 - Fletcher Shears

apt. 408 - Rivers Hansen - oc

apt. 501 - Envy Adams - Scott Pilgrim

apt. 502 - Shaquille O'Neill

apt. 503 - 2D - Gorillaz

apt. 504 - Russel Hobbs - Gorillaz

apt. 505 - Björk

apt. 506 - Trasha - Scott Pilgrim

apt. 507 - Thom Yorke

apt. 508 - Walter White - Breaking Bad

apt. 601 - Xomi - Online friend

apt. 602 - Arlo - Online friend

apt. 603 - Germ - Online friend

apt. 604 - Max - Irl friend

apt. 605 - Thea - Irl teacher

apt. 606 - Cy - Irl friend

apt. 607 - Lammy - Um Jammer Lammy

apt. 608 - Kim - Me

apt. 701 - Maikol - Online friend

apt. 702 - Zero - Online friend

apt. 703 - Susie - Irl friend

apt. 704 - my balls - idk don't ask

apt. 705 - N/A

apt. 706 - Stephen Stills - Scott Pilgrim

apt. 707 - Patootie - Pikmin

apt. 708 - N/A

apt. 801 - Cossett - 1 Trait Danger

apt. 802 - Banana Joe - idk either

apt. 803 - Bive - Regretevator

apt. 804 - Split - Regretevator

apt. 805 - Pest - Regretevator

apt. 806 - Poob - Regretevator

apt. 807 - Nicole - Irl teacher

apt. 808 to 908 - N/A

Miis who are together:

Scott Pilgrim and Ramona Flowers - Married

Stoney and Trait - Dating

Balsac and Will Toledo - Dating

Kim Pine and Lisa Miller - Married

Hatsune Miku and Jerma985 - Married

Roxie Richter and Björk - Dating

Wallace Wells and Jesus Christ - Married

Young Neil and Julie Powers - Married

Shaq and Envy - Married

Cy and Stephen Stills - Dating

Russel Hobbs and Lynette Guycott - Dating

[hydrate-or-diedrate]

Day 19 of reading homestuck wow

Oh yay! Roxy got to build her fort! I mean yeah she's still in jail and all that, but fort!

Roxy you boy crazy bitch

John you are exclaiming about the magic ring WAY too loudly

STFU CALIBORN YOUR CURTSINS ARE UGLY

Act 6 act 6 act 2 this is getting egregious

Hi John!! Welcome to scribble hell!

"Respectfully plagiarized"

LOSHIT

FLY, SHIT BISCUIT! FLY!!!

Smut blade? Really??

Me too, John. Me too

I love John so much he's such a little guy

YEAH JOHN TELL HIM

I need to chill before this turns into me just posting frames from the story agsjhdhjs

Okay but this one is really good

Caliborn's ugly ass curtains don't even close 😭

FUCK OFF GAMZEE

FUCK OFF GAMZEE X2 WHY DOES THIS MOTHERFUCKER HAVE THE RING

Aranea?! I swear to fuck you better not turn out to be evil

GODDAMMIT ARANEA THIS MIGHT EVEN BE WORSE THAN BEING EVIL

Aranea this is a really dumb plan

NO NOT THE HUMMINGBIRDS

HEY ARANEA THIS KID IS STILL 16 QUIT GRABBING HIM LIKE THAT

ARANEA THIS IS NOT CONSENSUAL HEALING FUCKING STOP AAAA

Hell yeah Roxy shazam yourself outta there

Aw fuck Jake is going nuclear

Oh my god

GAD ZOOKS

BOY HOWDY

HOLY TOLEDO

LAND SAKES ALIVE

HELLO NURSE

BY GUM

AY CHIHUAHUA

Oh my gosh Dave has a puppet butt watch

BOBS YOUR UNCLE

JUMPIN JEHOSAPHAT

SHIVER ME TIMBERS

WIN

ONE

FOR

THE GIPPER

Aranea what are you doing

ARANEA STOP

JADE NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

FUCK YOU AND YOUR STUPID WICKED WITCH OF THE EAST UNDER THE HOUSE IMAGERY

NOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Aranea you are so fucking awful

Everything was gonna be fine but nooooo

I am Brain Ghost Dirk.

You kissed my boyfriend.

Prepare to die.

SHUCKY DARN

TEREZI WOOOO

OH FUCK JACK IS HERE

Poor Jade and Calliope waaaaaaa

Jade is making a trollsona 🥺

[endlessly-cursed]

Primrose Gray's Legacy, Act One: The Younger Years, Chapter Seven: Sacred Purebloods

A/N: Another chapter done! This one wasn't my favourite for obvious reasons, but I enjoyed the ride and writing Prim again after months of block. Please read the TWs before reading. Enjoy!!

Summary: Primrose meets a certain pureblood... and its concept

TW: There is a verbal bullying scene, reader's discretion is advised

OCs featured: Siobhan Llewellyn ( @kc-and-co ) Roxie Haley ( @mjs-oc-corner ) Georgia Coventry ( @camillejeaneshphm ) Henry of Alderly, Malcolm and Estelle Stolberg-Burke

MCs mentioned: Ominis Gaunt & Sebastian Sallow

Word Count: 1.3k

Taglist: @gaygryffindorgal @nicos-oc-hell @camillejeaneshphm @hphmmatthewluther @catohphm @thatravenpuffwitch @magicallymalted

Primrose’s time at Hogwarts had been enlightening and fascinating so far. She had heard tales from her father over the summer, but they did not do justice to what she witnessed so far. She had also had made good friends, and she walked with them as they chatted, save Danny, who was a bit quiet, but again, so was she, too starstruck by such a magnificent architecture, Norman architecture if she wasn’t wrong.

“’Ey, lady, hurry up if you want to catch a good seat in Potions’ class!” Shouted Siobhan Llewellyn, her dormmate.

Dormmate. It was an odd thing, really. Her status had never allowed her to share her bedroom for more than one weekend, which was excitingly new for her. She nevertheless welcomed the adventure and journey of it.

With an encouraging smile from another dormmate, Roxie, she came into the greenhouse, beautifully decorated with all kinds of plants and decoration of the sorts. She closed her eyes, holding onto the feelings. Sitting beside Roxie, she listened intently to the teacher, wanting to impress her.

She heard a giggle behind her, and found the most beautiful girl she’d ever seen so far: with beautiful dark hair, intriguing dark eyes and dressed in green robes, she looked over Primrose’s group and snorted, and Primrose, in her innocence, waved at her, which made her laugh even more. She frowned, not knowing what she did that was so amusing, but didn’t think of it.

After the class, she and Roxie commented the class and its teacher: it was certainly interesting.

As they crossed the doors to the flying class, the group of the girl bumped on them, laughing out loud. Primrose then understood that they were laughing at her. Roxie shook her head “Honestly, such arrogance only for blood.”

“Blood?” Primrose asked “Whatever you mean?”

“Don’t you know? About blood status here?” She frowned further. She had known status as the title and wealth one bragged about, and a bloodline, but blood per se? That was just nonsense! “Most of these Slytherins are purebloods, meaning their lines trace back to purebloods and even powerful wizards. Not one muggle has infected their blood.” She whispered “Some even marry within the family just to keep it pure!”

Primrose cringed, the thought of marrying her own blood making her skin crawl. There had been marriages between second and third cousins, it was not uncommon, but after the fate of the Habsburgs, everyone started marrying outside the ton, thank god. But it seemed like the wizarding society was much different, still deep in such prejudices. Was that girl laughing at her only because of her blood?

“Don’t pay much attention to it, though. It’s just nonsense!”

Siobhan pitched in “They’re all crass and arrogant. Dinna listen to what they say. ‘Tis all just bullcrap!” Primrose raised her eyebrows at such language “Pardon me. Force of habit.”

“It’s alright, Shiv. I was just caught off-guard.”

“Alright, everyone, gather ‘round!” The teacher called. Everyone but what she knew as the sultana gathered around the brooms. Primrose observed it, finding it curious and intriguing. “Excuse me, miss—,”

“Sultana,” she corrected, and Primrose swore she heard a snort “to you.”

“Right. Sultana, you ought to partake in the class like the rest.”

The girl scoffed, holding her head high “I will not partake in heresy. Do with that information what you want.”

“Sultana, if you do not engage in the class, I will have to send you to detention.”

The young sultana didn’t budge, facing off against the old teacher. Finally, they sighed, sending her away, though Primrose doubted that she would go to the dungeons.

“Right, everyone, I want you to hold out your hand and say ‘up!’.”

Some got it right, the girl among them, and after seven tries, Primrose got the hang of it “Up!” She commanded, and it came to her hand. She laughed, feeling victorious.

“Please, I got it in the first try.”

Primrose turned around and finally faced her “What is your problem with me, exactly?”

The girl sneered “Your blood is stained with Muggle blood. Poor of your father, going as low as a mud-blood.”

“Call me what you want, I do not care, but watch your tone when you speak of my mother.” Primrose’s blue eyes were celestial fire.

“Or what?”

She grabbed her tunic and looked at her into the eye “I will cut off your tongue and feed it to the beasts in the lake.” Her tone was threatening and as cold as ice.

“Y-You’re bluffing.”

She got closer, nose-to-nose, and chuckled bitterly “Do I look like I am bluffing to you?”

Mandy was about to do something when a familiar blonde head grabbed her hand and pushed her down “Why don’t you mess with someone your own size, Parkinson?”

“Georgia?”

“Y-Your Grace…” Mandy breathed.

“Leave before I grab you by the hair.”

Mandy left towards her friends, tail between her legs, and Primrose embraced her friend “I did not see you at the welcoming feast!”

“We were both busy bees. Now, let’s get back to class before we get into trouble.”

“So, your family is all pureblood?” Primrose asked as they ate their lunch in the gardens.

“Yes, though unlike Mandy, we don’t usually brag about it. We are proud, but not at such level.”

“That is her name?”

“Mandy Parkinson? Yes.”

Henry soon found them and joined them, looking overwhelmed. Georgia looked at him curiously, but Primrose dismissed it “Harry! How was your day?”

“Well, it wasn’t so bad,” he nibbled on his lunch “though this is all… overwhelming. It’s good that I have you girls. And Lord Stolberg-Burke.”

They all agreed, and just then, the Stolberg-Burkes appeared into scene. Greeting everyone, Malcolm joked “I heard my name and thought, ‘good heavens, what have I done now?’”

Everyone chortled or laughed, and Primrose admitted “We were just commenting on how thankful we are that you are not a pureblood like Mandy.”

Malcolm’s mouth twisted “I feared you’d learn about it the wrong way. It is true that the ideal of the pureblood supremacy is common, but many other purebloods don’t think it that way. They even scorn it, like the Gaunts.”

Primrose looked at him curiously “Do tell me more.”

“Well, do you know Ominis Gaunt?” He asked.

“Yes. He’s got quite the set of eyes.”

“Primrose… he’s blind.”

Her cheeks turned crimson “Oh… that does make sense.”

“And the Sallows, they are proud as well, but the eldest, Sebastian, scorns it as well. You see, simply because one or a few fit into the mould, it does not mean that it applies to everybody. We do have our pride, just like you do. The British nobility is infamous, but you do not fit into said mould, do you?”

“Of course not!” She was honestly offended that he’d even doubt it.

“There you have it. There is always more than meets the eye, we just have to be willing to see it.”

“Couldn’t have described it better.” Estelle smiled.

“Not to mention that Henry is the great example that royalty is not all proud and stuck-up people who marry each other.”

“Georgia, no here!” He mumbled, looking around, seeing if anyone overheard.

As the conversation moved elsewhere, Primrose realised that, purebloods, like nobles, had ranks within them. Some families’ ‘purity’ was mire sacred than the ones who weren’t free of Muggleborn blood, just like nobles who hadn’t been ‘soiled’ with lower classes blood or a rank below a viscount, or the ones who had married for love rather than status. One could choose whether to try fit the mould… or choose your happiness and what brings you joy.

And she wouldn’t let an entitled brat take away her experience here.

[heavenlyhoundoom]

Sun and Friends show episode 2.

Sun: Hello everyone, and welcome back to the Sun and Friends show. Today, we're playing gmod sandbox.

Scythe: Wait, I got a question.

Sun: What is the question, Scythe?

Scythe: What do you do in gmod sandbox?

Sun: Well, you kinda just screw around with anything you find interesting.

Hunter: And how do we do that?

Scythe: Yeah, what are the controls for this game?

Sun: Okay, press W to go forward, press S to go backward, press A to walk left, press D to walk right, hold Shift to Sprint, hold Alt and press W, A, S, or D to walk slowly, press the Spacebar to jump, press Ctrl to crouch, and press V then press one of the WASD keys to noclip.

Hunter and Scythe:(confused) Okay...

(The two try to use the controls and actually get the hang of it pretty quickly).

Scythe: Oh, hey. We're actually got the hang of it.

Hunter:(excited) Can you tell us how to spawn things, please!?

Sun: Sure thing. To open the Spawn Menu Press Q and hold it until you are done using the spawn menu. Or you can press F1 once and it will stay open untill you press Esc. To spawn something press on one of the items on your Spawn Menu and at the top of the Spawn Menu it will have categories, to go to the Category all you need to do is left click your mouse button on it.

Hunter: Okay.

(Hunter goes into his spawn menu and tries to spawn something in).

Moon: You've doomed us all.

Sun: Oh, come on. What's the worst Hunter can do?

(Hunter spawns in a watermelon).

Moon: Oh, I was expecting something much worse.

Hunter: Watermelon!

Chica: What were you expecting?

Moon: I don't want to give Hunter ideas.

Chica: Oh, okay.

Scythe:(excited) Let me try!

(Scythe goes into his spawn menu and spawns in a car).

Scythe: Yes!

Roxy: I was expecting things to be more chaotic.

Moon: Just wait. Things are gonna derail sooner or later.

Highlights

1.(Ruin joins, and his mic was glitching).

Everyone but sun: (Laughing really hard)

Sun: Are you okay, Ruin?

Ruin: Y̸̺̦̒̓è̴̥̩̌a̶̻̓͝h̷̼̠̽,̵̛̩̻͘ ̸̱̳̅m̶̱̱̓͊y̵̮̏͊ ̸̰͊̚m̷̡̱͗i̴̡̯̍͠ċ̶̨̅ ̵̼̘̎̐ī̷̧͔̏s̵͔̆̎ ̶̜͠j̴̝̅̓ȗ̸̫͒s̴̻̽t̶̖͝ ̴̼̏b̶̻̣̈́ę̴̉̑i̴̟͕̋͝ṉ̷͑g̴̫̈́́͜ ̶̺̽́s̴͐̉͜t̸̢̫̂u̷͎̤̒p̷͇͆̈́ȋ̵̢͌d̷͈̍.̴̢̈́

Eclipse: Oh My God, you sound so dumb.

Ruin: Ḣ̷̅ͅe̷͈̮͊y̵̝͑!̴̢͚̅͠

Eclipse: (Laughs to the point of crying).

2.(Moon is trying to build a replica of the solar system when Hunter starts spawning in more watermelons).

Moon: Would you stop spawning in watermelons!?

Hunter: No.

(Hunter keeps spawning in watermelons until he starts wondering something).

Hunter: I wonder if you can eat in this game.

Moon: You can.

Hunter: Really, how?

Moon: You have to press K.

Hunter: Press K, really?

(Hunter presses K and dies in game).

Hunter: What the fuck!?

Moon: (Laughing).

Hunter: What the Hell, Moon!?

Moon: I was just fucking with you. You really have to press E to eat.

Hunter: Okay, but how do I respawn?

Moon: Just go to your console and type in respawn.

Hunter: Okay.

(Hunter does just that and respawns).

3.(Sun is playing with some ragdolls when Scythe comes in, driving the car he spawned in earlier) .

Scythe: Sun, come with me if you want to live!

Sun: What?

Scythe: Hurry, Sun. There's no time!

Sun: What's going on?

(Sun and Scythe are suddenly killed by Sanic).

Sun: (girly scream in terror).

Sanic: You're too slow.

Scythe: That's what's going on.

Roxy: Who spawned in the nextbot!?

Trashcan Man: I spawned it in, I'm sorry!

(Trashcan Man gets killed by Sanic).

Trashcan Man: Oh, crap!

(Sanic starts to chase Ruin).

Ruin: O̷̤̍̒͊͗̈́h̵͎̒͝,̷̜̜̝̺̖̾ ̷̡̛̟̂͆͠s̴̰͍͍̤͓̓͋͌̋ͅh̸̲͒̓̈́̀i̶̧̜̞͔̭͊̈́̋̾̐̒͜t̷̼̗̋̅̾̾̊!̶͔̦̊̍͆

(Ruin tries to outrun Sanic, but to no avail).

Ruin: D̷͉̥̮̈́̽̿̓͘͝å̶̢̯͍̄͋́m̴̟̹̠̱̄̃ͅm̶͍̣͕̜̩͌ͅi̴̢̝̰̯͂̃͌͛́͗̕t̴̨̜̦̯̰̳͚̀!̶̱͎͉̯͖́̔̋̒͑ͅ

(Eclipse eventually despawns the nextbot).

4.(Chica changes her player model to Elmo).

Chica:(Elmo impression) Elmo has joined the game, yay!!!

Trashcan Man: Woah, how do you change player model?

Moon: You need to press K.

Trashcan: Press K, really?

Hunter: Don't do it, Trashcan Man!

Trashcan Man: Why not?

Hunter: Because pressing K actually kills you!

Trashcan Man: How do you know that?

Hunter: Because he pulled the same trick on me!

Trashcan Man: Is that true, Moon?

Moon: Yeah, it is.

Trashcan Man: You cheeky prankster.

Moon: What can I say, I hang out with Eclipse a lot.

Trashcan Man: So how do you really change your player model?

Chica: You have to hold down c and go to the player model. Then it will bring up a character/player model selection part. Press on the model you want to choose/have as your player model. To select them, press on the mouse 1 button. To look down at more playermodels, use your mouse 3 button to scroll down. There will be more player models as you download more mods/addons from the steam community workshop page for Garry's Mod.

Trashcan Man: Okay.

(Trashcan Man does just that and changes into the funny rat player model).

Moon: Really, Trashcan Man? Out of all the player models you decide to be a rat?

Trashcan Man: Hey, don't judge me!

(Trashcan Man pulls out a crossbow and shoots Moon).

Moon: Well, that was needlessly aggressive.

5.(Scythe is driving his car again and accidentally runs over Eclipse).

Eclipse: What the Hell, Scythe!?

Scythe: Oh, shit. I'm sorry.

(Everyone else starts laughing).

6.(Hunter was going through his spawn menu when he discovered "something magical").

Hunter:(muted so no one could hear him) Everything will go boom...

(Hunter noclips over the rest of the gang, who are screwing around with some ragdolls).

Roxy: How does that feel, Voldemort?

(Roxy is sticking a broom up you know where).

Sun: Oh My God!

(Everyone else goes into hysterics until they notice that Hunter wasn't with them).

Moon: Hey guys. Where's Hunter?

Hunter: Up here! Kaboom, Bitches!!!

(Hunter drops the nuke on everyone).

Sun: Ahh!!!

(The nuke blows up, and everyone dies, except for Hunter, who was in god mode).

Ruin: W̶͎̲͔̹̱̱͓̆̀͆͝h̶͖̱͕͌͋́͗̕͝a̷̼̱͈̺̫͓͕̅̍͒̔͘͝t̵̺̠̥̻̘͑̄̑́͐̀̉͜ ̵̡͗j̸͇̺̘̥̱̓̂̿ͅu��̡̪̟̼̤̬͛̈́̎̇s̶̡̱̹̋̈́̾́͠͠ẗ̷̩̗̦͖͔͍̠́͆̃͂̅͠ ̴̰̫͙̇̓̑̈h̴̼̗͐̋ã̷̧̭p̷͉͖̯͎͉̀̈́͗̍͒͊̎p̴̛̫͕̤͕̖̀̈̽̎̚ḙ̸͓̀̈́̓͌̿͝͝n̸̥̜̻͔̾̊̒̓̾̚͝e̶͖͍̯̾͑d̶͓͌̓̊͌͘!̵̞̝̈́͑͘͘͠?̸͓̦̾͋̉̉ͅ

Chica: It was such a big explosion, we died several times.

Moon: Yep, that's what I was expecting...

Outro

Sun: Well, that was Scythe, Hunter, and Trashcan Man's first time playing gmod sandbox, I hope you all enjoyed the video. Please like and subscribe, and we hope to see you all later.

[darkxsoulzyx]

SUN AND MOON SHOW TIME!

(welcome to hell haha) HELLO HELLO! Welcome to this post :)  This post will have anything Sun and Moon Show related that I have drawn!  (For more content, look at the tags! ^^)

Show Doodles #1 (Eclipse being a nuisance, Golden Freddy Ghost Shenanigans, Roxy’s Marriage Announcement, Minor Monty Cameo)

Show Doodles #2 (uh oh spaghettios, oh hey Lunar, Monty being unhelpful, “There is no plan.”)

Show Doodles #3 (BLOODMOON REAL, The Great Mouse Escape or something idk, FINAL SHOWDOWN)

Memes, Memes, Wonderful Memes

I FIXED THEIR DESIGNS /HJ

Show Doodles #3.5 (I FORGOT TO INCLUDE THESE) (WE LOST BLOODMOON???)

SIBLINGS SIBLINGS SIBLINGS

Show Doodles #4: I’M BACK IN TEH FING BUILDING AGAIN

Lunar living his best life frfr

Dark hitting the ground not clickbait (Seeing a video promo)

Show Doodles #5 (Moon has a not-so-fun time in an AU, Com. is best character, and CHRISTMAS-)

Show Doodles #5.5: I’M ALL CAUGHT UP (ish) (KC, Solar Flare is baby girl guys, Sun and his little blaster time)

Show Doodles #6 (Exploring more AUs, WHO BROKE THE COMPUTER SMH, Bloodmoon and eclipse being funny, OH HELLO KC)

Moon Fucking Dies real (Animatic)

LUNAR ALSO DIES AND IT’S FUNNY (Animatic)

Trashman /derogatory

Trying out some of the TSAMS new character’s designs!

Solar Flare tries Weed (Animatic)

Solar Flare Tries weed but funny

RUINS, RUNES, AND LOONS AU! (A TSAMS AU that was created by me!) (Still being worked on/WIP!)

“It’s Fine” (TSAMS AU >> RUINS, RUNES, AND LOONS AU >> GONNA HAVE IT’S OWN LITTLE TAG SOON PROBABLY WHO KNOWS)

Concept Doodles 1 (Sun, Moon, Lunar, Eclipse, Blood-Moon)

Concept Doodles 2 (Introducing Solar Flare, some Computer too)

Eye for an Eye! (Bloodmoon Lore-Related Video for RR&L!)

Bloodmoon Reference for Ruins, Runes, and Loons!

"What *is* Ruins, Runes, and Loons?”

his past reflection

Sneak peeks for what’s possibly to come

Newly Found Freedom (Comic)

[rockstar-roxie]

What’s up! I’m Roxie of Virbank City, remember it! I’m the second ranked Gym Leader in all of Unova, hell yeah!

When I’m not battlin’, I’m rockin’ out with my band members! Maybe you’ll get to know 'em one day, who knows. I’m the lead guitarist and vocalist! 🤘

Check out whatever’s under the cut for some kickass information 'bout yours truly!

Use any pronouns fer me, thank you very much! I'm nineteen years old, but I've been doin' this fer a while, so don't go underestimatin' me!

I'm 5'4" exactly, but o' course I'm always wearin' my platforms, so ya don't get ta look down on me!

Take a look at my punk rock Pokémon:

Koffing ♀ - Misfit

Whirlipede ♀ - Axl

Grimer ♂ - Grunge

Scolipede ♀ - Arsenic

Seviper ♂ - Ichor

Garbodor ♀ - Shirley

Golbat ♂ - Jett

Crobat ♂ - Cyanide

Drapion ♀ - Dagger

Amoonguss ♂ - Foxglove

Toxicroak ♀ - Jezebel

Toxel ♂ - Riff

Paldean Wooper ♂ - Whermst

Mareanie ♀ - (TBD)

Nidoran ♀ - Thistle

((OOC Note: Please read before interacting!!

Hey hey! Welcome to my Pokémon rp blog. On this blog I will be pretending as if the world of Pokémon is 100% real. This being said, I will be including pkmn rp tags in each post that fits that description as a warning.

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This is an RP blog. This means I will be trying my best to roleplay as Gym Leader Roxie with the limited information we have on her. I will be including several headcanons of mine regarding this character, though none of them are too drastic.

Please be aware that when I am talking as Roxie, I will use sarcasm and lots of cursing. If you are uncomfortable with this, it may be in your best interest to move along. If something ever comes off as rude/mean, it does not reflect how I actually feel and is just how I believe Roxie would react.

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[fivenightsatfreddysfanfiction]

sneak peeks From The Outside and Find A Friend

“How are your ribs? Finally healed up?” the day guard asked his brother. Therese and Enrique listened attentively, curiosity ramped up by the questions. The guard was holding his phone up, angled to point the camera at Sydney’s hands as the older man gestured with them. “That’s good. You’re lucky you only got a little roughed up by that guy. My background check turned up some info on that client,” the guard, Alex as the pizzeria owner said, explained in a lowered voice, “He’s apparently an admirer of your past self. You showing up as Pantera was practically his idea of a gift from on high for his collection.”

Sydney just face-palmed while Vanessa scowled, cheeks puffing indignantly. “He can’t have him! I hold Sydney’s contract, so I’ve got legal on my side!” she huffed. The three fell into silence as a waiter came by and delivered a large pizza and drinks for them.

“Just saying,” Alex picked up the conversation once the waiter was gone, “if you go back out again as Pantera, steer clear of that guy. I doubt he’ll just give up on you now that he’s convinced himself you’re somehow a descendent of yourself. Those eyes of yours are too unique to not have been ‘inherited’.” The brothers cringed at his words while Vanessa just pinched the bridge of her nose.

“This reminds me of how Afton thought my body would be perfect for Emelia just because I had green eyes like her,” she growled, “It’s stupid. These are our lives! Our identities!”

“Welcome to the paranormal dumbfuckery club,” Alex quipped, uncapping his bottle of soda, “Where our eyes get us into trouble and our souls are the ball in a decades-long game of keep-away from some dipshit who couldn’t handle competition in business. Sydney, stop looking guilty; you didn’t start this shit, you got taken advantage of just like the rest of us.”

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well, Sydney still shares some blame, he's not totally absolved of his part LMAO

lil bit of the outsiders' perspective thing I was playing with. here's also a bit of the Gregory meet Cassie thing too

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The birthday kid was a girl currently sobbing her eyes out in a corner of the Glamrock Salon in Roxy Raceway. Normally Gregory didn’t have any interest in this part of the Pizzaplex but the party was being held here and it was one of the last scheduled ones before the area would be closed off for renovation. Although calling it a party was being kind, really. Despite all the party favors and goodies for the special day, there was a noticeable lack of other kids celebrating or parents being attentive or concerned with that fact. He stood there with a plate of pizza, chewing on a slice and not really enjoying the cheese and not-meat toppings. How could he, when he could hear the poor kid being miserable just around the corner?

Eventually he just set the plate down, grabbed one of the nice cloth napkins, and took a deep breath before heading over to tend to the birthday kid and introduce himself. A birthday without a single friend to celebrate with was just fucked up and Gregory wasn’t going to let that stand. Something in his soul railed against it, demanded that a lonely kid shedding so many tears needed to be soothed come hell or high water. Well, he’ll just do it so he won’t feel guilty for eating her food. He hated feeling guilty for just trying to survive.