#would save. sighh

[seilon]

look i live in california i know damn well the price of groceries is absurd. but whenever i see someone say “i buy hellofresh because it’s wayyy cheaper than groceries” i wince. you people just dont know how to fucking shop

[pierogi-png]

"system of a down and korn going on tour together!"

opens ticketmaster

sighs

opens bank account

SIGHS

[antinousletmehit]

˚₊‧꒰ა Chapter 18 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚.

⋆˚࿔ Book 2 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

୨୧┇pairing: Telemachus x reader

୨୧┇sighh…Raphael…unconsent kissing..

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Raphael stormed into the room, the door slamming against the wall with enough force to make y/n jolt awake. Her heart pounded as she sat up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes, still groggy. The flickering candlelight barely illuminated his tense form, his fists clenched, his jaw tight with frustration. “Why are you being so loud?” she mumbled, voice thick with sleep.

Raphael’s head snapped toward her, his Carnation eyes burning with fury. “Oh, I’m sorry, did I wake you?” he sneered. “Must be so exhausting lying in bed all day while your pathetic excuse of a husband comes crawling back, thinking he can take you from me.” She froze, her breath hitching. Telemachus.

He was here.

Her heart leaped, hope swelling in her chest, but before she could utter a word, Raphael was already upon her, grabbing her chin roughly and forcing her to look at him. “You want to ask about him, don’t you?” he growled. “You’re probably sitting there all dreamy eyed, thinking he’s some kind of hero coming to rescue you.” His fingers dug into her skin, his breath hot against her face. “But let me remind you, my love, you belong to me.”

She swallowed, trying to keep her voice steady. “You’re scared,” she whispered, testing him. “That’s why you’re angry.”

Raphael’s grip tightened before he suddenly let go, laughing dryly as he ran a hand through his hair, pacing. “Scared?” He scoffed. “Of that pathetic king? Please.” But she could see the tension in his shoulders, the way his hands shook slightly, the way his eyes flickered with something dangerously close to uncertainty.

Telemachus was a threat.

And Raphael hated that.

He turned back to her abruptly, leaning in close until she could feel the weight of his presence, his voice dripping with venom. “You think he can save you?” His lips curled into a cruel smile. “You think he’s going to waltz in here and take you away?” She didn’t answer. She didn’t trust herself to.

Raphael grabbed her wrist suddenly, his nails digging in just enough to make her wince. “I own you, y/n. And I will never let you go.” She bit her lip, forcing back the tremble in her hands.

Telemachus was here.

But would he be in time?

Raphael’s grip on her wrist tightened slightly, his eyes never wavered from hers. There was something wild in them, something possessive, something dark. She barely had a moment to react before he cupped her face roughly, his fingers pressing into her skin as he tilted her head up. “You’re mine,” he murmured, his breath ghosting over her lips.

Then he kissed her.

It wasn’t soft, nor was it tender, it was demanding, overwhelming, and suffocating. His lips crashed against hers with a feverish intensity, as if trying to erase any thought of Telemachus from her mind, as if trying to burn his presence into her soul. He tasted of wine and fury, of desperation masked as control. Her hands clenched into fists at her sides, her body tense as he pressed himself closer. She wanted to recoil, to shove him away—but she knew better.

She didn’t move.

She didn’t resist.

Because she knew what would happen if she did.

Raphael pulled away slightly, his lips brushing against hers as he whispered, “See, little bird? You fit so perfectly against me.”

She kept her eyes shut, her breathing shallow.

She wished she could disappear.

——

Raphael pulled away from her with a frustrated huff, his grip on her face lingering for a moment before he shoved her back onto the bed. She barely caught herself, her wrists aching from the force, but she didn’t make a sound. She knew better than to speak. He stood over her for a moment, his chest rising and falling as he ran a hand through his tousled hair. His jaw clenched, his golden eyes burning with irritation, yet beneath it all, there was something else, something darker.

“You’re exhausting,” he muttered, shaking his head as if he was scolding a misbehaving pet. “So cold. So stubborn. I give you everything, and yet you act like I’m a monster.” She didn’t move. She didn’t answer.

That only seemed to annoy him further. With a scoff, Raphael turned away from her, his attention shifting as soft babbling filled the room. His expression instantly changed the moment he laid eyes on Adonis, his irritation melting into something sickeningly sweet.

“Ahh, my little prince,” he cooed, stepping toward the ornate crib where Adonis lay, reaching his chubby arms up toward him. “At least you don’t look at me with hatred. At least you love me, don’t you, my sweet boy?”

He scooped the child into his arms, effortlessly cradling him against his chest. Adonis let out a happy giggle, gripping onto the strands of Raphael’s hair, and Raphael only chuckled in return. His voice softened, his words turning into honeyed murmurs as he gently swayed the boy back and forth.

“You’re so perfect, little one. Do you know that?” He pressed a kiss to the child’s forehead, his expression nothing short of adoring. “Not like your mother. No, no, she’s very naughty. She doesn’t appreciate what she has. But you, my dear Adonis, you will always love your father, won’t you?”

Her fingers curled into the bedsheets, her nails digging into the fabric. Her heart ached as she watched the scene before her. That should have been Telemachus holding their son. That should have been Adonis reaching for him, calling for him, not this monster.

Raphael barely spared her a glance.

“You should be grateful, y/n,” he said airily, still bouncing Adonis in his arms. “I could have given him to someone else to raise. But no, I let you stay. I let you keep your little title as his mother. Isn’t that kind of me?” She swallowed the bile rising in her throat. She wanted to scream. She wanted to tear that sickeningly gentle expression off his face. But she did nothing.

Because as much as she hated Raphael, as much as she despised the way he looked at her, she knew he could just as easily take Adonis away from her forever. And she couldn’t risk that. So she stayed silent.

And Raphael just smiled. “It’s almost amusing, really,” he mused, his voice lighthearted, as if he were merely discussing the weather. “Telemachus came all this way, fought against the sea itself, and for what? A battle he cannot win? A wife who no longer belongs to him?”

Her stomach twisted. She didn’t speak, didn’t move, barely even breathed. “He doesn’t understand, does he?” Raphael continued, tilting his head in mock sympathy. “That this war isn’t just about you. No, my dear, it’s about power. It’s about watching Ithaca crumble beneath my feet. And once Telemachus and his little band of fools are nothing but corpses, I will stand at the helm of his kingdom, with you by my side.”

He smiled then, his golden eyes gleaming with sick delight as he cupped her cheek, forcing her to look at him. “Can you picture it, dear?” he whispered, his thumb tracing the curve of her trembling lips. “The great Telemachus, broken. His home burning. His people kneeling before me. And you—my lovely, lovely queen—watching it all happen at my side.” She felt bile rise in her throat.

“You’re insane,” she finally managed to choke out.

Raphael chuckled. “No, my love,” he murmured, pressing a lingering kiss to her temple. “I’m simply a man who gets what he wants.”

——

Telemachus woke with a start, his heart pounding in his chest like war drums. Sweat clung to his brow despite the cool morning air, and an unease twisted deep in his gut, a feeling he couldn’t shake. He had been dreaming—no, feeling—something terrible.

Y/n.

His hands clenched into fists as he swung his legs over the side of his makeshift cot, his mind racing. He didn’t know why, but something inside him screamed that she was in danger. That she was hurting. And if she was, it was because of him. Because he had taken too long. Because Raphael still had her in his clutches. He stood abruptly, storming out of the tent and into the cold, gray dawn where his men still slept, some snoring, others shifting in their rest. But they had no time for rest. He had wasted enough time already.

“Get up!” he barked, his voice slicing through the quiet. “All of you—up! We start training now!” Groans and mumbled curses followed, but Telemachus wasn’t in the mood for complaints.

“We don’t know who’s coming next. We don’t know how much time we have before we face another fight. I will not have us caught off guard like fools—so get your weapons and move!”

Eurymachus, still half-asleep, blinked at him in disbelief. “Gods, Telemachus, the sun isn’t even up—”

“I don’t care!” he snapped, his frustration seeping through. “If any of you value your lives, you’ll do as I say!”

Acrisios frowned, rubbing his temples. “What’s gotten into you?” Telemachus hesitated for a moment, his fists still clenched at his sides. He didn’t know how to explain it. The feeling in his gut wasn’t just worry—it was pain. Like some unseen force was tying him to Pandora, and whatever she was going through, he could feel it. The phantom ache in his chest, the way his skin crawled, the sick twist of fear.

“I just… know something’s wrong,” he muttered, barely above a whisper.

A beat of silence passed. Then, Pisistratus sighed, standing and stretching his arms. “Well, if we’re all doomed anyway, might as well get some training in.”

Eurymachus groaned dramatically. “You’re all mad, you know that?” But he reached for his weapon regardless. Telemachus exhaled, rubbing his face before steeling himself again.

“Just hold on, y/n,” he thought. “I’m coming.”

——

Telemachus swung his sword through the crisp night air, his muscles burning with exertion. His tunic clung to his sweat dampened skin, but he didn’t stop. He couldn’t. Not when every time he closed his eyes, he saw y/n—trapped, hurting, waiting for him. He let out a sharp breath and struck again, the weight of the blade steady in his grasp. His father had been a warrior, a king, a legend. He had to be stronger. “Training alone at this hour? You are more like your father than you realize.”

Telemachus froze, the familiar voice sending a shiver through him. He turned, eyes scanning the dimly lit trees around the camp until his gaze landed on a great owl perched upon a low-hanging branch. In the moonlight, the bird shimmered for a moment before shifting, its form growing, changing—until Athena stood before him in all her divine grace. “Athena.” He straightened, gripping his sword tighter. “You honor me with your presence.”

She gave him a small, knowing smile. “You honor yourself with your efforts. Few mortals push themselves as you do.”

Telemachus exhaled, lowering his weapon slightly. “I have no choice. I have to be ready. I have to save her.”

Athena’s eyes softened. “I know. That is why I have come.”

His heart skipped a beat. “Do you know where she is? Is she—?”

“I cannot say,” Athena interrupted gently. “But I can tell you this, you are not the only one who has caught the gods’ interest. Others have begun to meddle, just as they did in Troy.”

Telemachus stiffened, his grip tightening once more. “Which gods?”

Athena’s expression darkened. “Ares has taken an interest in one of your men.”

His stomach twisted. “Ares?” He thought of Antinous, his raw aggression in battle, the way he fought like a man possessed. That could not be a coincidence.

“And Aphrodite,” Athena continued. “You should already know her hand was in this from the beginning.”

Telemachus’s jaw clenched. Aphrodite—the reason y/n had been taken. The reason Raphael had done this. The reason they were at war. “But she is not the only one,” Athena added, her voice lower now, more cautious. “Other gods have begun to take sides. War excites them. And with your father’s legacy… you are a piece they wish to move.”

Telemachus took a slow, steadying breath. This wasn’t just about him and Raphael anymore. It wasn’t even just about y/n. The gods were playing their games, just like they had with his father, and now he was caught in it.

“So what do I do?” he asked, his voice quieter now.

Athena stepped closer, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Be careful, Telemachus. Your enemies are not only flesh and blood. The gods do not play fairly—and they do not care who they break in the process.”

Telemachus swallowed hard but nodded.

“I won’t let them take anything more from me.”

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[flipfliqyaoi]

Do u think fliqpy killing someone would be any different if the person was genuinely horrified and like sobbing and stuff? Like when fliqpy kills people in the show, it feels a lot more slasher-esque where it focuses on the other character's shock and immediate fear/paranoia instead of emotional anguish. If he was about to shank someone, and they started bawling and begging for their life and curling up, would he still kill them normally or would he be like erm :/

I do believe he'd be startled and stop for a moment and be like '?????? Why the fuck are you crying." Because when was his last time even seeing an Enemy Tiger have the time to emotionally process a life-death situation quick enough to invoke such a visceral reaction in the middle of combat, especially towards him HAHA. He'd probably contemplate in his pause if this was some sort of trickery to get him to falter and let his guard down, shooting glances at his surrounding to check if it's some ambush. but seeing how the latter didn't even utilize that chance to like. idk. attack back n stuff — They're both just standing there, very. very awkwardly. It abruptly snaps him out of his adrenaline-filled avenge role, finally thinking of anything else other than the bloodshed he must do to save himself.

I also think it'd be way more shocking of a moment for him when it's someone like Flaky (Flippy's closest friend), it hits differently and yet he doesn't get why it does. It just — feels like someone familiar, someone close, a comradery. and he very well knew in his intent that he was going to kill them mercilessly before this whole pause-in-time happened. But he also knows he has NEVER in his life cared this much over a Tiger to stop like this. This is different and he's aware of it; this person is nowhere near close to resembling what he perceives as an enemy. He takes a step back, it feels wrong to kill that person now, doing so would feel like he's going against what his sole job is. it almost feels like a parallel to when they led their teammates to their demise in that very Operation, the times where he wasn't able to save the ones he cared about no matter how much determination he put out, the grief that obstructs his airway every time he gets reminded of not being able to prevent his teammates deaths.

Fliq would experience cognitive dissonance — was he really about to kill an ally without a second thought? The one thing he vowed to never do intentionally? How did he not realize they weren't a Tiger WAY sooner? Has he made mistakes like this before without noticing — and how many times has this happened before this moment?

At this period he's probably spacing out & switching out by now since he's sidetracking like crazy. Flippy switches in again and he is forever oblivious to what Fliqs thought process just went through and SIGHH he lives his life never knowing what fully happened to get him to switch in like this. The end. Double thumbs up hehee

[there-is-oddkaijuz-here]

Currently re-reading the fiction for high noon over camelot on account of being bored in class and

the domestic bits and pieces of the polydragons are everything to me, guys. I love them so much. I LOVE THEM SO MUCH. I'm so glad HNoC ends with them saving the station and living happily ever after in all their domestic polycule glory and nothing bad happens to them ever again <3

Lancelot (and Guinevere, if unconsciously), comforting Arthur when he wakes from his nightmare. Both of them being a calming presence for him, though one in a more active way, one by simply being there. I really should try my hand at drawing some scenes from the fiction, because i can see them in my mind as i read (The brainrot has gotten too strong).

This specific bit describing Lancelots stare is also something i think about frequently.

"s'long as Gwen don't crush you in her sleep. And that ain't no bad way to go." What an utter fool. I hate him /j

All he want is Get Drunk and Kiss He Partners. Sigh. I was gonna say i need them dead but alas.

LOVE. SICK. FOOL. I can see his stupid heart eyes from here, watching his strong wife exercising. Idiot. (I don't blame him though, i would be the same. Hell, i AM the same when i see my girlfriend doing literally anything, ever.)

Also this bit for obvious reasons. Its the fact that Lancelot doesn't respond for me, lmao.

Sighh. I miss them, guys.

[teruwasright]

I love how there’s this immediate alliance among Teru fans when we come across each other. Our brains are linked fr fr

On that note, is there any particular direction you’d like to see his character go in? As in, is there any specific type of development you’d like him to have?

Well to your first statement kinda?? Idk the Teru fans are such a mixed bag of the people that bullied me- people love Teru fans until you ACTUALLY agree with him and share his views... (sadly some are still kinda backhanded...sighh)

Also to answer you questions I feel like it would be SUPER interesting if Teru ended up the hero some how- Teru DEFINITELY has a hero complex and it showed in Kou and Teru's arguments in chp87 and I find it so interesting that he's tells Kou to stop playing hero when he HIMSELF is unwillingly- he would drop his life so easily to save someone (especially if he cares about them) and honestly I would LOVE to see that part of his character explored more- I think it's a part of his character that's SEVERELY missed and overlooked but when you actually look at his character it DOES exist.

and NO I don't mean he ends up thinking supernaturals are good like Kou.

I would just like his hero complex explored more

[mothinabottle]

Waaa, if only I had money to commision artists. So many mooties I want to pay for cute pictures to frame and stare at sjsjdjaj

I would have to save quite a lot as dollars aren't exactly cheap in my country. That or open commisions just to pay for commisions...

Sighh. Life as a broke college student

[littlemissmentallyunstable]

hiii bella, since tkd tournament season is FINALLY over for me (cal state championships were yesterday) i really wanted to talk to you, i miss you so much omggoshh. well. i dont have a conversation starter, but then again i never seem to need one when im with you so i guess i just talk. read it, respond, or ignore my ramblings i dont mind.

life has been busy recently, in good ways and bad ways! its always for to have stuff to do but too much is literally suffocating. but, iv ebeen trying to read more so i started the powerless and lightlark series... (and so far, reckless is freaking amazing but i wouldnt recommend lightlark LMAO the writing is super cringey and the fmc is a player-) speaking of which, what are you reading bella? have you been writing recently? ohhh my gosh and im also so excited for glorious rivals but jlb could not have released it later, like no i dont want to wait to read about whats going to happen to rohan and savannah MY MISUNDERSTOOD BABIES!!! did i mention i met eun this week? it was crazy, like i literally just pulled up to her swim meet like wassupp baee... sighh if you lived closer i would have gone to you too meeting you irl would have been a dream. oh, oh! and im going to dye my hair red today yayyyayyyy<33 how are you doing, pretty girl?

hiii maddie!! omggg I’ve missed you so so much, it was so so lovely to see your user pop up, it literally made me smile so freaking hard!! (and sorry it’s taken me a hot minute to reply, I have been super busy today!!)

ahhhh omgoshhh how did your tournaments go!? I want to hear all about them!! awwww I really have missed talking to you too and it’s so weird because I was literally going to message you tonight and there you popped up in my asks!! 💖💖 I also never feel like we need a convo starter, like it just flows. how could I ever ignore your ramblings, they’re the best part 😘😘

I totally understand you, sometimes busy is good when you’re in the thick of it you don’t notice what a physical and mental toll it takes, so I hope you’re doing okay 💕💕 AHHHH POWERLESS MENTION ALERT!! Kai Azer 🤤🥵 my baby!! oh just you wait until you get to the end of reckless girlie *evil laugh* and oooo I’ve had lightlark on my the for agesss!!

currently I’m reading ‘kiss of deception’ by Mary E Pearson but I’m in my mock period at school right now so I haven’t had a lot of time for recreational reading. BUTTT my preordered copy of sunrise on the reaping arrived and it’s staring me in the face begging to be read but I’m saving it until after my mocks end so I can properly enjoy it!! IM ACTUALLY SO EXCIYED LIKE MY BB HAYMITCH 😍😍 (always had a soft spot for the guy… I can’t help myself)

writing wise I’ve been really lacking sadly, I’m in the middle of two late birthday fics which I feel so bad for not getting done in time and an aaron warner x reader fic… so that’s what to come I suppose but nothing much else bc of mocks 😔😔 I miss writing so so so much!! have you been doing any writing lately??

OMG GLORIOUS RIVALS IS LITERALLY SAT IN MY BASKET LIKE DHSIDJHD I NEED IT NOWWW!! fr, like I want more savrohan, I want to see where the game is going wheidjjwjdh but I have to wait ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹 I’m too impatient for this!!

OMG YOU DID NOT MENTION!! THATS SO COOL!! and super crazy like what on earth!? and omggg I actually can’t get over how surreal that is and like woah you met a tumblr friend irl!! I am in shock!!

sighhhh if only we lived closer 😔😔 maybe some day eventually… awwww girl youre so sweet!! it’s a dream of mine too 💖💖 I hope one day we’ll make it a reality!!

OMGGG WHATTT!? I LOVE THIS NEW RED HAIR MADDIE ERA, ITS GIVING ALREADY 😍😍 I JUST KNOWWWW YOURE GOING TO LOOK SO SO SO INSANELY STUNNING!!

ahhhh thank you for askinggg!! I’m okay, like I said I just finished my first week of mocks and I’ve got my second week starting this monday so my life is pretty much revision, eat, try to sleep, repeat 😭😭 it’s very boring!! but I had two dance presentations today which were a fun and a little chance for me to let loose!!

ANYWYAYSYS it has literally meant the WORLD to hear from you girl 💖💖 I have really missed out convos!! hopefully we’ll chat more when our lives are a little less busy!! but I hope everything’s going well for you and continues that way my love <3333

[hizznbyte]

is there any lore about neri/neni/your sona? id like to know more about them :D

Oh heck yeah! I’d be happy to talk about it [but be warned, once I start talking I’ll never stop..]

Nerium/Neri, the weird hijabi cat you might see everywhere on my blog is my main persona/mascot and basically just an artistic representation of myself, so anything that applies to them also applies to me LOL.

Neri is genderfluid/nonbinary and fluctuates with using any pronouns! It doesn’t really care about labels and is, truthfully, just a creature. An entity if you will. He doesn’t enjoy the idea of being perceived and prefers to be a background character. Neni is what I call that stupid chibi version of him with the big ass eyes. His design is always changing cuz I’m never satisfied sighh.

She has the social, navigational, and life skills of a toddler [that is to say, she can’t really do anything right]. She’s pretty slow and clumsy, always stumbling around and losing a constant battle with the world [he is not gods strongest soldier] Also, he’s an insomniac, so I often draw him with eye bags. Neri would prefer to stay indoors and sleep until noon, but he’s got work to do and is something of a procrastinator.

One of the most important things about Nerium is that they are kind of state of like? Mental disassociation? Their mind is so fractured and split that it kind of manifests as these multiple alter egos or personalities? Typewriter/Type being one of these. I call them PersoNeris :3

Typewriter is the more serious, stoic, work oriented one and is the biggest perfectionist ever. Constant resting bitch face. A bit of an ass. I made this comparison before but he’s kinda like the Inner Critic to Nerium LOL

As for Noodle… that’s what I call the ugly tiny little doodle version of Neri. The Neri Doodle. Noodle if you will… Typewriter has a version of the Noodle called a Toodle! Their designs are meant to simple and drawn super quickly so I don’t waste time on details [Noodle specifically doesn’t have arms unless absolutely necessary, then it just appears out of thin air!]

I will say, Nerium doesn’t have much “lore” [as in, fictitious story lore] because like I said, he’s just an over exaggerated version of me. However!

[I know you probably didn’t ask but I enjoy yapping] Since maybe… four or five years I’ve been working on this original world building project called Blood Magic, and it is so dear and special to me and I could talk about the lore all day long. I’ve spent countless hours working and writing stuff for this story I’m sorry I get annoying about them. Basic rundown is that there are two gods -an author and an illustrator- called the Higherups, a council known only as the overseers, a tribe of demons and angels [typical fantasy story shtuff], a planet I dubbed Planet Nerium inhabited by humans, animals and… furries..

The two main characters are the false-protagonist/antagonist type character named Trinity -Trick- Ambrose and a furry cat protagonist named Trip Sterling. I’ve drawn and posted about Trip before! My daughter!

Blood Magic is split into two “seasons”, each with multiple acts. There’s BM: Total Anarchy and BM: The Heart Keeps Beating [TA and THKB for short]. The idea is to turn this into maybe a series of novels or some sorta indie animated series? We’ll see.

I’ll save the lore dumping for some other time, but only if yall are interested XD

Thanks for the ask anony!!

[wtfforged]

🖊!!!!

well im feeling awfully wizardacious rn so ill post n talk about my inspiration list for aescwynn, how about that.

see, the funny thing is, actually going into his campaign the first session, i had NO idea what aescwynns personality/character would be like. i just winged it. i tend to do that. so technically these are all like, post-inspirations. he existed and then changed after his conception. except for mando. for obvious reasons of helmetry business. but aside from that, for his design i just saw the trait in the reborn race description about phantasmal limbs replacing your missing ones and whipped up the entire design based on that. so these are all character based mostly. explanations under read more

(i swear to god i didnt forget about doing these asks its just that i realized that ive Never Actually talked about my ocs before without doodle assistance unless under extreme torture or you are my DM. these are not mutually exclusive. im shy)

mandalorian: again, obviously the helmetfreak part. antisocial, overly serious, overly quiet and very traditional/sticks to the books. however, hes a bit of a softie.

larry doompatrol: the biggest insp for his personality. like i think i unconsciously completely copied him, i just recently started slowly rewatching doom patrol after a couple years and my eyes boggled at the fact that every time this guy was on screen i was like "sighh hes so aescwynn core. they copied my stupid wizard and made him green". i have like 8 clips saved over only the first couple episodes just to look at and go god aescwynn is real they put him on tv. anyways. to put it simply, he inherited his pushover-y-ness and sopping wet personality.

olruggio wha: kind of gruff but a sweetie. modest and easily flustered. please take a nap

vash trigun: i only watched the first few episodes of 98 and stampede so i didnt know what he was ACTUALLY like. but i liked the Cowardly Acrobatic Pacifist that is actually really cool when he wants to be bit he had going. also he inspired his outfit somewhat.

caleb cr2: the least inspirational tbh but i noticed similarities in my recent attempted rewatch. shared guilty-dirty-and-sad-hobo-wizard-ness. you get the idea. so i shoved him in there

nott cr2: alcholic scaredy klepto with a terrible coping mechanism. body dysphoria. etc

extra not-really-an-insp but i realized i now draw aesc the same as i draw sanji, or like, the way i draw him is definitely inspired by oda's art, specifically the way he draws sanji and sanji's poses. theyre both just Lines and Legs at their very core. just stickbugs. living actionlines

[kijimha]

Sighh I'm going on a trip to see family that I thought was gonna be 5 days long but is only gonna be 3 and i was SO hyped because it would be like a week of my mom chilling out and not getting upset at me over small stuff but it's only 3 days eughh....... save me kijiiiiiii.....

Aw :( at least its 3 days instead of none at all, right?

[after-nine-at-the-oasis]

Okay phew they're at the airport

Oh lol trying to hide it

Yeah fair enough I think he'll be alright xd

Ohh they weren't originally gonna go by plane :o

Oh gosh 😬 xd

Okay that's good enough

Right go go go 😬!

Oh dang yeah they running okay o.o fair enough yeah!

Ahh yeah 😬 idk I think we can trust her but they better not pull something with her xD

Okay phew they made it :)

Oh hey Bobby :)) nice to see you again

Oh they're eating

I was wondering what those were, like a weird table read or something xD

Ahh real lol

Ooh I was thinking he might know :o

Or also they were kind of doing this as PR a bit, like to get him out there, be clear he's still working, idk something along those lines

Anyway

Ohh I see I see :O

So he wants to learn like real stuff lol

Yk he reminds me of Nick Blood but I don't think he is

Oope okay everything xD

OPE everything LOL XD

Poor Bobby xD man is not the type for this

Like I don't think anyone is eventually but him from the beginning xD

Oh gosh xd this is not gonna go well lol

Hey guysss

Lol the bee guts xD

Because Gerrard's not satisfied?

Ahh because you go out on call again xD

Ah well that's good :D

Aaaoh gosh and there he is xd speak of the devil lol

Sighh xd

Is he pointing at the floor xD

Okay good job Buck

We hate him but it's for the best-

Sighhh

Ohh no ��😭 :')

Buuuck

Uh ohhh

Their sighs xD

Lol Eddie's "stop it 😬"

Okay Gerrard chill

Ik he sucks but still xD I can say chill lol

He won't follow it but I can try 😭

U h

U h o h

IS THAT HIS PARENTS WORDS IN HIS HEAD TOO 😭😭💔-

Okay no just Gerrard I think but dang o.o still

That would've been crazy though

OHHH NOOOO

BUCK ARE YOU ABOUT TO FIGHT HIM

BECAUSE WHILE THAT WOULD BE AMAZING YOU WOULD ALMOST DEFINITELY LOSE YOUR JOB O.O

Ohhhhhh nooo Buck Buck Buck Buck

OH C R A P HE WENT FOR HIM

- OH WAIT NO THERE WAS A FLYING SAW

AND BUCK SAVED HIM O.O OH DANG :OO NICE GOING BUCK :D

Not that I love Gerrard but yk saving somebody's life

Unless he was actually trying to attack him and it was chance but xD I don't think it was

OH C R A P

NOPE DIDN'T YOU KILLED HIM O.O

LOL EXACTLY LOL

UH OH

U H

O H

Crap xd

That's not good

Hey guysss

Ope yeah police, good idea

Oh well at least we're almost there

Nahh it's happening lol

Like to call the police?

Ahh the captain lol

Oh nice :D

Ohhh no

OH CRAP

THAT'S NOT GOOD

AHHH CRAP-

DANG THEY GOT HIT O.O

Ohhhh noooo 😬😳😬😬

OH NO ATHENA

Well that's not good o.o

Ahhh crap

Gosh they can't have one day of peace can they xD

I know it's the first episode but xD these poor babeys lol

[lemonynuggets]

for yttd asks ( https://www.tumblr.com/lemonynuggets/749649632519487488 ),,,,, i don't know who else has submitted this. ough

2,7,9,13,15,21,28

YAYAY I GET TO TALK ABT YTTD YAYY

2 : who is your least favorite character in the game?

I'm afraid it is fucking Keiji sighh what is his deal dude. I'm sorry (no really) Keiji fans

7 : if you had to kill one character, who would it be?

Midori... he is a fascinating character but by gods he's like the one that did the most shit in the game. Like making all the characters sign the consent form for example idk I think that's maybe a little fucked up + the entirety of chapter 3 could've been a lot less awful if he was dead + I'm well aware he technically died once and he dies at the end of the coffin game but nothing stops me from killing him before all that. Me and Alice are killing him together with the power of friendship and this gun I found

9 : which character dynamic/friendship is your favorite?

THIS ONE IS REALLY HARD TO CHOOSE but uhh I think it's Sara and Ranmaru because it's SO INTERESTING, I'm looking at this plot-wise and not friendship-wise so like ransara is absolutely fascinating, it's completely one sided and Ranmaru's entire character is built around it, on both routes he goes kinda mental just because of this random girl. I'm studying their dynamic like they are bugs in a lab

Otherwise I really love Midori and Shin's dynamic plot-wise too and wish it got more explored on chapter 3 and I love love love little dynamics like Sara and Joe or Sara and Kai AND GREENBLINGS!! Shin and Kanna save me. I cannot escape wholesome relationships doomed by the narrative but also bound by the narrative. Do you get it

13 : which character would you get along the most with?

This really depends on the circumstances we meet but if it was in the death game then I think Gin. I can't explain why it just makes sense to me

15 : whats a part of canon do you dislike? 

The way the characters move on from stuff too quick sometimes... I know they've been through a lot and by now they're kind of used to things but like. On emotion route Shin just died and Kanna barely grieves!! She barely gets to feel sad about it!! And Shin barely reacts to Midori and all the shit he sees on chapter 3, or how the game moves on so fast from Ranmaru trying to put the Joe AI in his body and stuff like that... it's kinda silly but it just feels unnatural idk

21 : what is your favorite attraction from chapt 2? which one is your least favorite? 

charge card battle was pretty fun and also didn't require motor skills so I could say it was my favorite + I ABSOLUTELY DESPISE FLY SWATTER FUCKING INSECSE ATTRACTION I HAD TO DO IT 7 TIMES I HATE IT

28 : if you had the sacrifice card, would you be able to get out of the DG with a massacre ending?

Ok this one is hard.... I have a real hard time evaluating what I'd do in a situation, there's no way to know if I would panic or not but if I manage to stay calm I think I could act my way out of it by staying really quiet during the discussion and just overall copying Kai on the first main game so everyone would think I'm the sage and vote for me, otherwise I would probably be too nervous to think of something and would blow my disguise methinks

[calvatier]

no rest for the wicked or whatevaaaa,,, Carrion,,, they're so sick and twisted,,

I thought ABT their backstory a lil more along w some world lore,,,,them and Marth being teenage sweethearts is still so 😞😞SIGHH they could've been so good tgt

Ramble

So Marth came from a clan of orcs/half-orcs and he was the son of the chief but he naturally had a more gentle disposition as compared to his father and most of the clan. At first, his father thought he'd grow out of it but Marth continued to get softer and softer and he couldn't risk letting the heir of his clan be weak.

The clan occasionally sends their strongest orcs out to do mercenary work to earn some money for trading. The chief thought that sending Marth out there with a few clan members would toughen him up. Marth went but reluctantly, he did his missions but they weren't too difficult for him (as in morally/ethically, they were fine) and deep down he wanted to make his father proud as well. During this time that he was sent out (which was about 6 months to 2 years) Marth met Carrion who was a local townsfolk at the town that he was looking for work in. They got along well and he would occasionally invite them back to his camp to talk, the other soldiers didn't dare to object because he was the chief's son and they didn't mind at the time. They got very close over the period of time and Marth would often confide in Carrion about how he wants to make his father proud as an heir but he doesn't want to be a violent leader. Carrion would always assure and support him in his goals and how he's a gentle person.

Yapapapa they get close and one day Marth agrees to take Carrion to see one of his final missions but the mission was sabotaged after Marth made a bad choice with his planning and caused a lot of destruction. Carrion was trapped somewhere and Marth had to make a choice. To save the cargo/mission or to save Carrion.

He loved Carrion but he wanted to be redeemed in his father's eyes as well. He couldn't choose to he tried to do both which caused him to put his clan members, himself and Carrion at even more risk. In the end, he couldn't save Carrion and had to stick to the mission. But when he returned to the clan, his misdeeds were told to his father and after hearing what he'd done, his father couldn't handle anymore of Marth's so-called 'inadequacy' and was ashamed to call him a son. Putting his own clan members at risk and even thinking of putting another person before his own family was something frowned upon. After so many years of tolerating Marth's gentle nature, his father finally grew frustrated with him and decided that he didn't want to associate with Marth anymore. He was branded as a failure to his clan and exiled. He lost his people and his love.

Meanwhile, from Carrion's POV, it seems like Marth abandoned them for his own selfish needs. As they were about to die, someone offered them help. Clinging onto that last hope, they accepted it and was made into a vampire spawn. At first, Carrion tried to understand Marth's decision but they quickly grew bitter under the mentorship of their master who seemed to use Carrion's fragile mental state as a way to manipulate them to do his bidding. Carrion started to gain questionable morals and opinions about people and even started carrying out gruesome and immoral crimes against others

[7ban-sama]

Now that miss 2n2n mentioned it, I feel like Chasriel and Amatsuka have a similar dynamic… what do you think about it?

Generally speaking, I agree with my wife. She's quite smart. Smarter than me about many things. Hehe. But I do just have a bias... Chasriel is a big ship of mine & has been for years. :3 Can't help but at times see some commonality... at least in ah, the appeal for me, and why I am drawn to each of these.

I think the funniest... 'strongest' shared trait is the sheer, BEST FRIENDS FOREVER!! emotion Chara and Asriel share... We get all these details of their childhood, and it feels loaded in sentimentality. Matching striped shirts, matching heart lockets, shared toys, playing in the garden together... I love that Asriel delighted in Chara enough to like, want to record them. Hehehe!!! Do a scary face!! (⬅ help him... he's sick...) All that good stuff though. Even ahh, that thing we learned, where Asriel would copy the way Chara filled their water cups... Sighh. When you compound the stuff we've seen of Kris and Asriel's childhood, it gets unbearable really. (Thinking of Kris as like, a combination and unification of Frisk/Chara's identities, informing us more about Chara and Asriel. Sort of like AU versions of self.)

I think what glimpses we've seen of the Yugi, we can allude that there were many moments spent together, blissful, enjoying each other's company. Even if perhaps life was difficult around them, they had each other.

So many moments spent, indoor and outdoors, day and night. Holding hands, laughing, ahhh, oooh, the bliss-! Enjoying the beauty of life! And I think in each respective dynamic, the point is they were once like this, before tragedy strikes... That's like, why it's so sad that everything ended the way it did.

Though, entering kinda delusional talk, I think similarly there was some sort of...? Destructive, addictive element... Perhaps whatever lead to Amane being bound in rope and scraped up is, in a sense, comparable to Asriel dutifully feeding Chara buttercups. Even if the motivations perhaps are ultimately different? Chara wanted to save the underground; I think Amane was far more selfish with his motivation to kill Tsukasa and himself. I think Chara envisioned a future for Asriel where monsters would inherit the earth and he could see the surface, w/o them as a burden of a sibling. (A bit closer to Tsukasa's martyring, in that way.)

Anyways deep down I like to think Chara and Asriel were sick off of the... romanticizing of Asriel's loyalty to Chara, poisoning them... They were edgelord children. I think there was a lot to be felt, about meticulously bringing Chara buttercups, and this making them sicker. Keeping it a secret from mom and dad... The endgame of soul absorption, not a small boon either. Desire to become one? Meld? The idea of 'take your soul in me', between these two very close individuals, feels like it didn't go without... some sort of idealization. Didn't it at least sound kind of mystical, incredible, some final act, to become one... I figure Asriel just wasn't ready for the raw consequences of when Chara was finally, fully dead, and he had to interact with their corpse.

Meanwhile, for the Yugi, I also think the whole ropes ritual came with a sense of secrecy, loyalty to one another. Indulging in harming, being harmed, permitting each other to do that. The satisfaction of, I really would let you do anything to me... For Amane, who is chronically bad at expressing himself, it might have just felt so satisfying, he couldn't give it up. Even if it was making them both unwell.

In both of these instances... I think the destructive paths provided a way to express intimacy that the everyday platonic shenanigans couldn't. Which makes sense to me, for incest-?? The nature of it is, your relationship naturally has a 'limit' of closeness. Your family, you'll always be family, and family can play together in the backyard, but family can't... consummate... You can't be crazy and obsessed with one another more than, you love your parents, it's not how it works. But what do you do, if you feel it anyways? What if you're desperate for a means to prove to one another something — even if you're not fully aware of it? Amane never liked to look his feelings head-on, Asriel seems to have been processing for years that no one could replace Chara...

On the raw physicality side, it could have simply been satisfying to be bound and helpless, under Tsukasa's hands. Biting rope, the accruing injuries. Invasive touch...? And there was a point Chara was bed bound, but still being fed flowers. What did Asriel feel, going to the gardens, bringing back buttercups... touching their face? Hand-feeding them? Affirming they're going through with the plan? Later, as Flowey, Asriel is obsessed with the idea of getting to kill Chara again, over and over... I don't think he can conceptualize anything else more intense, than this act. The omega flowey fight is grossly sexual to me btw, the dialogue obscene. He would like to trap Chara endlessly in the void and be in a loop of stabbing/being stabbed kfkfkf... But IDK if Amane and Tsukasa can conceptualize more bc they just seem stupid horny for the thought of TSUKASA BEING RENDED TO PIECES, UNRECOGNIZABLE, AGAIN... SO..... *THROWS MY HANDS UP* This is what I mean by the ADDICTIVE quality of it all... When two people can't just go "I love you" and kiss, for many many complicated reasons, it feels like this is the best proxy.

(An aside: Chasriel is closer to 'childhood best friends' since they weren't raised very long together, but I think the interspecies is it's own sort of taboo. Meanwhile in Deltarune, Krisriel is more directly incest.)

I'm rambling without direction here, but I did just wanna tack on, Toby Fox is... a weeb, nerd, likes Japanese media and culture. They're clear inspirations for UT... so I feel like that kinda rings through in the themes. The fact that he's endeavored to learn JP, go to Japan, conduct interviews exclusively in JP... further gives me the impression the JP fandom is something he wants to engage. Perhaps, it's uniquely rewarding? And I find JP fandom sooner understands Chara and Asriel's story... Regardless of like, whether or not they ship or don't ship tbh, I think the whole childhood sentimentality contrasted with their mutual death, is understood... They loved each other, they spiraled into this, and ultimately they couldn't be without each other. And even after they died, it seems the force of what they did to one another...? Has kept them existing, even though they've been chopped & screwed. This is actually another interesting detail tbh, like I wonder as JSHK progresses... if Yorishiro Tsukasa will feel as ah, warped/been through so much, deconstructed what time even is... as much as Flowey does? Acting in an extreme way, perhaps more extreme than Azzy would ever be inclined to in living, as far as we know. It's interesting...

These are my thayoughts. Enjoi

[dreamofdawn]

✧✧You ask and you shall receive.✧✧

Main pairing: Vox x Reader/You

Au: None

Genre: Angst (fluff in the end?)

Characters: Vox Akuma, Reader

Type: headcanon, [ONE SHOT], or series

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THE SPIRIT AND THE DEMON

Have you heard of the spirit and Demon story?

Long ago before todays time, their lived a Voice Demon with his clan. It was said that the demon was so powerful (malamng demon eh) that no one can stop him. Although maybe their was someone who can...

"'sighh' I can't believe that grampa. Why did he even make me the next heir of this forest?...oh wait I'm the only heir." A spirit said as she looked around the forest before walking around to see the creatures that lived there. 'honestly it's kinda lonely being here. But what can I do? Humans don't accept spirits so I can't just go and be friend one.'

She crouch down before starting to draw stickmans. Y/n a fox spirit that currently guards the forest of dark, although the name has dark in it the forest is anything but dark. Green trees, bright flowers, and delicious fruits can be seen.

...'CRUNCH!'

'huh?' her ears stood up trying to hear the noise again. 'maybe it's just an animal. But then again animals here aren't demons are they.' she stood up and began walking where the noise is. 'i swear if it's wild demon I'll probably pass out.'

Walking closer to it, her tail was swinging slightly left and right before she pushed the bush and saw a Man in a traditional Japanese clothing. He had black hair with a little bit of red on it, he looks quite handsome. He was looking around the forest quite confused. 'who is this guy? Why is here and how the hell did he even found this place?!'

The said man Suddenly turned around where the fox spirit was, before walking to her. 'Holy shit! His coming over here what do I do??? Oh wait I'm a spirit not a human.'

She then disappeared before the demon could even see her, before appearing behind him. " Hey you! Who are you and what are you doing in my forest you demon?!"

The demon put his hands up in defense trying to show that he means no harm. "Look lady I mean no harm to 'your' forest alright? I was walking around and got lost a little."

"hmph. Alright then but I warn you if your bring any harm to this forest or me, be ready for what's coming to you..Demon.' she said before turning around and disappeared from the demons vision. He looked around but couldn't sense her anymore, he decided to just walk around a little more. Not nothing that fox was watching him the entire time not trusting him one bit on what he would do .

Years passed since their first meeting the demon who he introduced himself as Vox Akuma continued visiting the forest for the fos spirit much to the spirits dismay. As time fly by they started talking more (more like Vox teasing her and him almost dying because of it) Eventually everything changed both started having feeling for each other and soon started dating (she almost throw him into a river because of more teasing) More time flew like the wind and soon both got married, time meant nothing to them as both of them are immortal, both believe everything will stay the same forever. But forever is not that big of a word of them..

Fire everywhere, animals running, flowers dead, every single thing in the once beautiful forest burning from fire that was ambushed by humans. The fox spirit tried everything but nothing can stop the damage that has been done, so for the last time she used all of her power to save anything from the dying forest....but using that much energy can kill her.

"YOU HUMANS! HOW DARE YOU LAND A HAND ON MY FOREST! ALL OF YOU ARE THE SAME! I'LL KILL EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU!"

She did everything, she killed all of them but with a cost. She fell down on the ground weak and frail. She heard running footsteps towards her before kneeling and holding her.

'so..warm, it's like grampa is here again'

"Y/n! What happened? Please don't die on me I can't lose you!" Vox plead as he hugged her weak body, tears runny down his face as he caressed her face looking so pale it scared him.

"Vox?..." She said opening her eyes as he looked at her husband, she too was scared leaving him but what can she do? The forest was burned to ashes little to nothing remained, the curse has started and all can she do is lay at her lovers arm slowly leaving this cruel world. "Vox if I ever... reborn again..can you find me?" As she laid there slowly putting her hand on his face.

"Yes I will find you even if it takes a hundred years! I will find you but please don't leave me..I'll do anything just...please" the demon plead hugging her tighter feeling her body slowly going cold.

" 'chuckles' then I'll be waiting for you..my Demon.." soon her eyes went dull her hand fell from his face to the ground. Rain started to pour, accompanied by thunder and lightning.

Vox Akuma the voice demon, screamed as his wife died in his arms, their was nothing he can do. He knew the curse she told him that, he promised he won't anything happen yet he did. He was too late to save the forest and to save her...

"Although I think there is something you should know before staying with me."

"hmm? And what's that dear?"

"so you know that curse of the forest right? So basically if the forest somehow Burns or gets destroyed..I'll be going down with it too. That's what the curse is, so be warned you demon."

"hahaha, alright dear. But I promise you I won't let anything happen to you or the forest my dearest."

Time skip

A h/c girl stoped at a building looking up at before she entered. 'hm I think this the building I'll just sit down and wait for someone to call me, I swear that old man he really made me go to an interview with even being informed.'

"Is Y/N L/N here?" A woman asked as she looked around, the said girl looked up before walked to her. "Please enter this way."

Time skip after the interview (I can't make interviews that good okay?😭)

" 'sigh' Finally! I'm out let's go to the store that old man really like making me his errand runner" she exited the building before going to the nearest convenience store to look for the things she needed.

She got a basket before preceding to look for the things, Suddenly she bumped to a stranger. "Ah! Sorry sorry."

" 'chuckles' it's fine I'm the one who should be apologizing I wasn't looking where I going. Sorry miss." A deep voice said as the man helped her pick her stuff, both of them soon stood up and looked at each other, the man eyes widen as he looked at the woman who he believed died because of that stupid curse.

"Sorry again, thank you for helping me pick up my stuff though. My name is Y/n L/n by the way." She introduced her self as she held her hand out for a hand shake. The man looked at her hand before slower rasing his to give a handshake.

"The name is Vox Akuma"

End?

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A/n: hi! Sorry if it's a little short hehe I ran out of idea in the ending part. First fanfic woohoo 🙌