#Also Scribbles exist apparently

[fangisms]

did you hear?

A/N: i just think he’s so lover.

gif creds: @qveenofthorns

Pairings: Neville Longbottom x Popular!Fem!Reader

Summary: Neville Longbottom accidentally starts a raunchy rumor about the popular girl in his potions class. And rumors fly. 1.0k words.

Warnings: ‘snogging’ help im not british and it shows, rumors, allusions to sex/promiscuous acts, teasing, pining, strangers/friends to lovers

Somehow Neville started a rumor about you. And somehow, through the unbelievably slippery walls of Hogwarts, the rumor made its way to you in less than a week.

It was an accident, honestly. And people kept blowing it way out of proportion. You were popular, more popular than he could ever hope to be, and when he said it, he had already accepted that nothing would ever really happen between the two of you. But this awful rumor made him sound boorish and borderline rabid when really it was supposed to be a harmless confession between friends.

"I heard Neville Longbottom wants to shag you out by the Quidditch pitch."

Even from a few tables down, he could see the mortification fall over your face like a black veil. Your friend giggled as she pulled away from whispering in your ear, and you clapped a hand over your mouth. He had to look away when your eyes flicked to meet his. Your friends spend the rest of lunch hour teasing you and snickering about him while you seem to shrink in on yourself.

Neville manages to avoid you where he can in the halls: taking the longer route, hiding in large groups. But none of it is very fruitful when you've got a very similar class schedule. In fact, despite his efforts, he spends nearly every passing period just behind you and sometimes even right beside you. Apparently, he's also got a clear shot of you from where he sits in the classes you share and you're even table mates in potions. Of course, he knew all of this before that nasty rumor was spread, he's just become hyperaware of it since then.

After making it through the week without too much tension, he finds himself scanning the pages of his Water Plants textbook in the Great Hall and not retaining any of the information. And as he props his chin in his hand, he notices you settle into the seat directly across from him, flashing him a quick smile before opening your own book.

He sits up, glancing around the room to find Snape preoccupied with a group of raucous students from Slytherin.

A small, crumpled piece of parchment rolls its way to your side of the table, stopping just before it topples over the edge. You set your book in your lap and look over your shoulder before unraveling the torn paper.

"I'm assuming you've heard the news by now."

A smile creeps onto your face as you flatten out the slip of paper and write your own message on the backside. You slide it across the table and just barely catch his eye.

"Here and there."

But he knows you mean just about every five seconds because this cursed rumor has been inescapable for as long as its existed. You slide the cover of the Hogwarts Gazette over as well. It's entitled, "Things Heat Up Between Popular Witch and Nerdy Wizard" just above a picture of the two of you smiling at each other in class with a few smaller headlines like, "The Rumors are True!" and "What's Next for the Unlikely Couple?"

He blinks. Who's reading this rubbish? Scratch that, who's writing this rubbish and how hard would it be to mame them?

"I'm sorry about that, it was supposed to be an inside joke. Honestly, I would never say something that awful in the first place. And especially not about you."

You give him a sympathetic smile and crumple the page and his note into a ball before sending back a new slip.

"I know."

He half-smiles before attempting to read again. But you toss him another scrap of paper.

"So what did you say then?"

You giggle when he flushes a bright pink before squinting at you and scribbling across the page.

"Something or other about wanting to snog a certain pretty girl. It was never meant to go past first base, honestly. Pure intentions!"

You shove the used paper in your pocket and glance over your shoulder with a mischievous look before delicately folding another piece and setting it in the center of his textbook. He opens it. But he doesn't get the chance to read it before it's snatched out of his grasp by a pale hand.

"Mr Longbottom," Snape drawls, "would you care to read this aloud since you two have insisted on interrupting your fellow students' focus?"

You hide your giggles behind your hand and Neville glares at you while Snape ushers him into the aisle.

He looks down the note and groans.

"How about those Quidditch Pitch seats?"

...

"Very funny," Neville grumbles while you hold his shoulder to steady yourself from convulsing with laughter.

"Your face! You should have seen your face!" You tease, tears nearly streaming down your face when you clutch the sleeve of his sweater.

"You set me up," he says, trying not to smile when you purse your lips.

"You started a rumor about me!"

"On accident."

You cross your arms over your chest and tilt your head to the side. "Then yes. I set you up. On accident. Walk me to Trelawney's?"

He rolls his eyes and offers his arm for you to loop yours through. You walk beside each other in silence nearly half the way, dodging confused looks and bothersome jeers from your friends.

"So," you mumble, looking at him with a cocked brow, "you really think I'm pretty?"

Neville shrugs. "And snoggable, I suppose."

He looks down at you and thinks he's never acted so cool around someone he likes so much. He thinks you're more than pretty and he wants to be able to tell you, but as you round the corner, the open classroom leers at you like a slippery snake. He spares you one last look and you peer up at him like a little dove. He goes pink.

You stop in the doorway and beckon him closer. And you think the nearly contemptuous smile on his face is new and ill-fitting but he's handsome nonetheless. You hold his chin and press a sweet kiss to his cheek before ducking into the classroom.

"See you in potions, Neville."

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Miracles don't exist | 29: Sectumsempra

Genre(s): Riddle!reader / Slytherin!reader / kinda slowburn / little happy moments Fandom(s): Harry Potter Pairing(s): Theodore Nott x Reader / Harry Potter x Riddle!reader Summary: Being the Dark Lord's daughter and raised under the strict supervision of the Malfoy's is no easy life. Especially if you start crushing on your father's arch-nemesis, Harry Potter. And that while being engaged to one of his follower’s sons. Warning(s): Bathroom scene / blood / talk about dying [Masterlist] [Mini masterlist] [Playlist]

Time passes by easily with Theodore by your side. Before you know it, the temperature outside is slowly rising. The days are spent outside, on a blanket wearing Theo’s hoodie and his head on your lap. 

Hermione has also been spending a lot more time with you. She and Ron are not on speaking terms since he has gotten into a relationship with a girl you're not bothering to learn her name. Because if Hermione dislikes her, by extension so do you. And Theodore. It's the golden rule of friendship.

Harry's been too occupied with whatever he is doing with Dumbledore and that potions book he's always carrying around. Hermione has been complaining about it, how dangerous it is and that he doesn't know if this Half-Blood Prince is even trustworthy.

And Draco... He has looked worse for wear. The Dark Lord has been hammering about the importance of Draco's mission and he's scared to fail. He's getting desperate.

You look over to the brown-haired boy next to you, your head resting on your hands. He's dutifully studying, quill scribbling away some notes for a test you're supposed to take tomorrow.

"You're starring", mumbles Theo without lifting his eyes off the paper.

You shuffle closer to him, keeping your eyes on him. "Am I not allowed to look at you?"

He gives you a playful look and bumps his knee against yours. He looks at the other side of the Great Hall, towards the Golden trio. "Have you heard what happened to Weasley?"

That makes you look over. Something must have happened because Hermione and Ron are sitting next to each other again while his girlfriend is nowhere in sight. "No?"

Theo pushes his parchment away, fully turning his attention towards you. "Apparently he got poisoned by Professor Slughorn. He and Potter were in the professor's office and got something to drink and Weasley almost died. He also broke up with Lavender in his sleep."

"I didn't know you were so into Hogwarts gossip", you say, eyebrows raised.

He crosses his arms over each other. "I don't. Blaise and Enzo however won't shut up at night and it's driving me mad." He runs his hands over his face and lets them rest in his hair.

You hum, resting your cheek against his arm. "Why don't you come hang out in my room, Teddy? My roommates bring their boyfriends over all the time."

He glances at you through his fingers. "I've tried. But the stairs only allow boys in the girl's dormitories if a girl accompanies them."

You feel your cheeks heat up. "You've tried?"

Theodore pulls you closer to him by your knees, draping them over his legs. He lays a hand on your back so you can sit comfortably. "Believe me, baby, I've tried many different times and methods. Even with a broom the castle somehow finds a way to stop me..."

He pecks your lips and you giggle, pushing his face away and looking around if someone's looking.

And as your eyes are scanning around you spot Katie Bell walking in with her friend, a nervous look on her face as people whisper and point at her. Multiple people go up to her, hugging her and whatnot. 

“Holy shit, Teddy.” You nod towards the Gryffindor girl who was cursed a couple of weeks ago. “I didn’t know she was released from St Mungo’s.”

Theo whips his head around and looks at the girl. "I didn't even know she was sent to St Mungo's."

"Guess Blaise and Enzo don't know everything." You poke your tongue out with a smile. Theo rolls his eyes, doing the same.

Behind Theodore, you see Draco entering the Great Hall. He stops in his tracks as he sees Katie Bell talking with Harry. He looks scared and guilty. He turns around and hurries out of the Great Hall.

"I have to check up on Draco", you say hurriedly, pressing a kiss against Theo's cheek and haste after your cousin. You find him in a bathroom, his tie discarded on the floor as he rocks himself back and forth. Water is running as your eyes meet.

He turns around and begins to sob. You rush towards him and embrace him, letting him clutch your blouse as he cries. 

"I know what you did, Malfoy. You cursed her, didn't you?"

The two of you turn around at the sudden sound of Harry's voice. He stands at the entrance of the toilets. You quickly push Draco behind you, your hand on your wand.

You want to say, "you don't know what you're talking about, Harry", but before you finish your sentence, Draco's throwing a spell over your shoulder at the bespectacled boy.

You let out a yelp as Harry bearly dodges the spell and Draco pulls you towards the stalls. You press yourself against the wall, your chest raising rapidly. Draco drops to his knees and aims at Harry, who sends one back.

Multiple toilets explode, flooding the room. Your shoes and socks are drenched and you can barely think straight. You run towards the exit. But through a mirror you see Harry approach your cousin, who's not aware Harry has rounded the stall to the other side.

In an act of pure desperation, you push Draco away from Harry's incoming hex and it hits you instead.

You fall to the ground, the feeling of invisible swords slashing your face and body has you rasping and gasping for air. Your back and hair are drenched with water as you lay limply on the ground. 

A pair of hands press against the gushing wounds as your head rolls to the side, eyes drooping as you watch the foggy windows. Draco cries above you, begging you to stay awake while he yells for help.

You've always suspected that you would die young. That someone discovered who your father is and that they would take revenge. Or that you would die at the hands of Voldemort. But you never expected it to be on the drenched tiles of the boy's bathroom, Draco weeping and begging.

A dark blob appears above your dwindling field of vision. You search for Draco, to see if the curse hit him too. But as you turn your head, you see Harry Potter backing away from you, his blue eyes focused on your slowly dying body. You see him run out of the bathroom before you close your eyes for a final time, welcoming the darkness.

You don't remember much between passing out in the puddle of your own blood to waking up in the Hospital Wing. Only two red-rimmed brown eyes, tucking you in.

When you finally wake, your body is sore. Your limbs ache and it hurts to breathe. You groan as you move, and immediately a pair of hands are helping you sit up, fluffing your pillow. Squeezing your eyes shut, you feel around for a familiar pair of hands. 

"Teddy?" Your voice is hoarse and your throat feels like sandpaper. You cough and a glass of water gets brought up to your lips. Drinking much hurts and you push the glass away. "What happened?"

"Potter hit you with some curse that was meant for Draco. Luckily, Professor Snape could somewhat reverse the damage." He lifts up your blouse and a range of slashing scars adorn your stomach and presumably also your chest and arms. "You're pretty face is luckily fine."

Theodore comes into your view as he goes to sit on the hospital bed. A gasp leaves your lips as his eye sports a blooming bruise and his lip is split. He cradles your face and brings his forehead against yours. "You should see the other guy", he whispers before you have the chance to ask.

You grab his hand and he hisses. Theo's knuckles are busted up and bleeding again. He pulls his hand away from yours and wipes the blood on his trousers. "Don't you worry, okay? I've dealt with it and you're safe."

Looking away, your eyes travel across the infirmary. You and Theodore are the only ones, an oil lamp burns on the desk of the matron and gives the only source of light — outside of the sudden lighting that gives the large room an eerie look.

"Will you stay with me?", you whisper, glancing up at Theo. His eyes are focused on the windows displaying the storm clouds. You reach out and pull him towards you, into the small bed. The two of you get comfortable — Theo under you while your legs tangle together. Your face is in the crook of his neck and his arms are tightly wrapped around your body.

"Hermione came to visit just before dinner."

You turn your head upwards and raise your eyebrows.

"She was worried about you. And quite furious at Harry."

You say nothing, fiddling anxiously with the hospital covers. You don't know what to say, or how to feel. Only a heavy feeling fills your chest at the thought of Harry. You've never felt it before and it makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up straight.

Theodore studies you, how you cautiously look around, like you're in search of something. Something that will hurt you.

He sigh, pulling you closer to him — if that even was possible. He rests his head on top of yours, saying nothing but his message isn't lost. He tells you you're safe with him, and you know it. You feel it. And it relaxes you. Slightly.

Just as the two of you lull into sleep, the door of the infirmary gets blasted open. Theodore is immediately out of bed, his wand pointed towards the intruder.

Nothing would have prepared you for the utter shock of seeing Bellatrix Lestrange, Fenrir Grayback and a bunch of other Death Eaters standing in between the splinters of the blown-apart door.

"Hello, daughter." 

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[pedgito]

hi my darling! i would love to see eddie making u cum fast n hard and easing u through the orgasm. in a mood for attention + horneeeeeeeeee

hope u are doing well + staying healthy!!

author’s note: i love needy but attentive eddie so much so i hope you enjoy this as much as i did :(

cw: 18+ (minors dni), fem!reader, oral (f receiving), teasing/touchy eddie, eddie is the sweetest boyfriend in the world, he also loves getting his hair braided, fluff, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, aftercare, if i missed anything lmk.

word count: 3.2k

Eddie was a pleaser, albeit his lack of suaveness added to his charm. He fumbled over his words constantly, stuttered when he was nervous and around you—which was almost always. He laughed at the best and worst times—he could make a tense moment easier to get through and he chuckled through the silly ones. It was one of the reasons you fell for him so quickly.

But, if there was one thing about him that you didn’t initially expect—it was the greediness. His want, his insatiable need to make you feel good all the time. It started off small—holding your hand when you grabbed for his wrist instead, not wanting to be too touchy in public, but Eddie loved it. It was a hard switch at first, allowing yourself to have the things you wanted—even a simple touch. But, Eddie changed that part of you so quickly, you weren’t sure why it ever existed in the first place.

Eddie wasn’t always eager, he did enjoy the slow build up—he could kiss you for hours, slow presses of your lips, soft and delicate as his tongue swiped against your bottom lip, driving you crazy. He’d kiss down your face, your neck, your entire body, reaching every last surface of skin possible to taste you. If he was feeling particularly playful, he’d nip at your side—bury his face into the curve of your waist and squeeze until your squealed, the soft tickle of his curls as the dragged against your skin, his blunt fingernails bringing you to near tears as he kept on until you were begging—only then would he let up. 

He liked slipping you over his lap, thighs spread out as your knees pressed into the mattress—you’d talk for hours on end, his fingers drawing absent patterns into your jeans, or your skin sometimes, if things got far enough. He liked to draw on you often, scribbling tiny designs on your wrists and hands as you laid on his chest, fingers dangling near his face. Eddie was a better listener than most, even when he didn’t have much to offer in return—small little noises of acknowledgement as he worked or closed his eyes even, just listening to your voice. It’s only when he throws the information back at you that you realize that he was listening and it wasn’t all for show, Eddie cared about you immensely.

As much as he liked to show that in public, it was very apparent when you were alone—but in all fairness, that care was reciprocated equally. You didn’t realize how much Eddie liked to be taken care of until he’s cross legged on the floor of his trailer one night, fresh out of the shower and popping another movie into the VHS player. He doesn’t say anything, but he looks up at you, almost pleading. 

“Again?” You ask with a faint laugh, holding your hand out.

Eddie hands you the brush and hair tie without word, smiling as you gave in, combing through his hair gently. It surprised you how well Eddie actually took care of his hair—assuming he was a water and three in one shampoo type of guy, which you were so far off about. He had all the necessary supplies, deep conditioning on the weekends and even let you do hair masks once a month; it was sweet and it made you happy, so Eddie obliged. He also really enjoyed having hair braided—he’d never been able to teach himself properly to do it on himself, but he was an expert when it came to the latter.

He always pulled your hair up or braided it back before sex, a small little intimacy that you didn’t know you needed. But, Eddie loved seeing your face—it was a crime for something so beautiful to be obscured or hidden from view, especially with how pretty you looked when you came—or so he always told you. 

You slipped your fingers through his hair, the small lean of his head as he fell into your touch, letting you pull and twist until you had the hair braided toward the crown of his head, pulling the rest up into a loose bun that sat near the top. Eddie tilted his head back, looking up at you with his wide eyes, lips pursing up into a pucker as he waited quietly. You smiled knowingly, leaning down to meet his lips in a chaste kiss. 

But, it was all a trap—Eddie had his hands around your waist the moment you leaned over, carefully sliding you to the floor beside him, your body thudding to the floor gently as he chuckled, “Are you feeling up to it tonight?”

“Are you?” You asked playfully, pressing your finger into his side until he jolts away, “You passed out last night after sex—like, immediately. I couldn’t even get you dressed, I just tucked you in and left.”

“It was a long campaign,” Eddie says in defense, “I didn’t think I’d be that exhausted—but I swear, I’m ready to go—I could go for hours, actually.”

You made a face of disbelief, not really believing him, “Don’t talk a big game if you can’t follow through.”

Eddie smiled deviously, shifting to his knees as he picked you up with an eagerness, hurling your body over his shoulder in one quick, solid movement, making the swift descent toward his unmade bed.

He was absolutely going to follow through.

“You’re almost there,” Eddie pants, thighs squeezed between his hands as he pushes your legs up and apart, face buried in your cunt as you cry out, his tongue licking the swell of your clit furiously, bringing you right to the peak, before abruptly pulling back. Eddie knew your body almost as well as you; he wasn’t going to let you come that easy, not yet, “need to hear you beg for it, baby.”

Eddie didn’t like to edge you as much as he enjoyed it for himself—it was like torture for you, feeling so overwhelmed and hot, overtaken and desperate, all for it to be ripped away at the last second. But, he loved hearing you, seeing you, the small pout in your lips as he pulled back.

“Ask nicely,” Eddie tuts, smug grin covering his face, “you know your manners, sweetheart.”

And it seems contradictory to his usual attitude, so eager to please, but you fall for it every time; putty in his hands as he leans forward, just a breath away from touching you.

“Fuck, please,” You reply desperately, “—we haven’t even fucked yet and you’re already being—“

“A what?” Eddie asks teasingly, leaning over to nip at your thigh, teeth tugging gently at the flesh. “Say it.”

“You’re being mean,” You say petulantly, “it’s not fair, Eddie.”

Eddie shakes head slightly, “Not mean—just selfish, sweetheart—love hearing that sweet little voice of yours when you beg to come.”

You sigh softly, knowing that Eddie wouldn’t give you what you wanted until gave him what he wanted in return, it was a fair game of give and take.

So you turn it on, embarrassing yourself with how needy you sound, “Please, Eddie—will you let me come?”

“I know you’re trying to be coy,” Eddie snarks back, “but it’s still working for me.” And of course it is.

You shove his head gently, pulling at the curls near the crown of his head until he’s looking at you, eyes attentive, mouth slack.

“I’m serious,” You tell me, voice soft and pleading, “I need it—it’s not one of those nights. I just wanna feel good, please?”

Eddie nods eagerly, lips grazing against your folds lightly, tongue pressing flat against the seam of your cunt, hot and wet against his tongue at the taste of your slick—he’d never get enough.

Eddie isn’t about wasting time either, giving you exactly what you asked for—it builds up quickly, intensely, his hands joining his mouth in a perfect synonymous pattern pleasure, working every last nerve-ending until you were practically screaming his name, gasping on a choked breath as you orgasm hits you hard, blindsiding you completely. You can’t even keep your eyes open, head falling back as you moaned openly through the rapid waves of pleasure, cunt spasming as Eddie continued, working you through the end of your orgasm—but the feeling still lingers, like the speed and intensity of it didn’t allow you feel it at its full potential, leaving you wanting even more.

Eddie noticed your discomfort, face pinched up in frustration as you panted, cursing out a soft, “Fuck.”

“Not enough?” Eddie asks with a small hint of assumption, pulling to his knees slightly, thighs spread out as he tucked his own under yours. He rubs at the top of them soothingly, squeezing at the bare skin, “That one seemed rough—you think you can handle another?”

You nod dumbly, shifting up on your hands until you’re leaned up slightly, shirt scrunched up your stomach, cunt aching and swollen as it shifted against nothing, almost like Eddie was holding your thighs apart for a reason—an unfair one, at that.

Again, he was insatiable—sometimes downright annoying, if he wanted to be. But, you couldn’t stand it, not tonight—like his long day from yesterday, you felt the sentiment fully. You needed it, wanting to pass out from coming so hard, vision whiting out, body going numb—it was an out of body experience that you couldn’t quite describe, but you yearned for it on days like this, the distraction was more than welcomed.

“Not gonna fuck you,” He settles, slipping his hand past the band of his boxers to take his growing cock in hand, feeling the twitch as he takes hold, having not touched himself the entire night, “not yet, baby.”

“Eddie,” You plead, lip pulled down in a subtle pout, impatiently reaching for the waistband of his boxers, only to be stopped by his fingers wrapping around your wrist, holding you back, “please—I need it.”

“I know,” He chuckles softly, using the control his has on your hand to guide it over his dick, fingers grazing the outline of his hand as your fingers mold over his as he ruts into his own hand—it feels incredibly intimate, his eyes never really leaving your face, only glancing toward your joined hands briefly when he squeezed a little too hard, pulling a deep, guttural groan from his chest, “god—I fuckin’ know, sweetheart.”

But, you really can’t help it anymore—growing more impatient as the moment passes, pulling eagerly at the fabric covering himself and Eddie’s kind enough, so he gives in, allowing you to pull his underwear down far enough to where it’s tucked under his balls, settled halfway down his thighs, giving you a full, unobstructed view of his dick, something you’d never get tired of. 

He squeezed at the base, face scrunched up in concentration as he keens his hips forward, angry tip of his cock pressing into your folds gently, the pooled wetness soaking him quickly and he smiles at the soft moan you release when he drags the line of his cock up the seam of your cunt.

“Fuck, you weren’t joking,” Eddie breathes out, the tip of his dick pressing against your clit in a way that has you gasping out into the quiet air, spurring him further, dragging it against you teasingly until you’re practically gasping for air, still sensitive from your previous orgasm, “she wants it so bad.”

And frankly, you could come at the idea of Eddie always treating your pleasure, your body, like it was its only sentient being, apart from you—but right now, you were just frustrated.

You shake your head furiously, “Switch,” You tell him, not giving him much room to argue, but still he does, return a short laugh and a head shake, letting you know he wasn’t quite done—unfortunately for him, he was, “Eddie, switch—now.”

“But, sweetheart—wuh,” Eddie isn’t prepared for the sudden shift, yanking him down until you can change the dynamic, shoving him against the mattress, tearing off the last article of clothing covering your body, hands placed firmly on his chest as you hover over, allowing him a short duration to adjust, “—Woah, okay—“

You shush him softly, reaching between your bodies to grasp his cock, heavy and warm in your hands, as you like him up at your entrance, his wide eyes watching intently, disappearing into your cunt as you sink down slowly, a soft nudge at your hips as his hands take hold, thumbs dipping into the fold where your thighs met your pelvis, guiding you down carefully.

“S’good,” He comments, “so fucking good, baby.”

Eddie was pussy drunk and rambling most of the time, so caught up in the moment that he didn’t even remember half of the shit he said, but it was more than welcomed in the moment, his raw and shot tone driving a deep hit of pleasure to your core, the soft grip of his rough, calloused hands as he held on, feeling like you were his only source of grounding himself. 

“And you wanted to wait,” You chide, whining softly at the sharp thrust of his hips as he fits fully inside of you, settled to the base, the full stretch as you adjusted to him, molded to him like he was made for you, “and now you get to sit,” Your fingers drag up to pull at his chain, guitar lick hanging over his chest, guiding him upright, “and watch.”

Eddie nods shakily, shifting back slightly on his hands to lean away, giving you the room to move, but allowing him the perfect view of you—your breasts, your body, your face, the ungodly sight of you sinking down on his cock, again and again. He couldn’t believe this was his life now—and that he had you. 

“Take it, babe,” He groans lowly, thighs spreading wide to give you support, the slow bounce of your hips as you start to move, it was just the nudge you needed to give in, “fucking take it.”

Your head falls back, hips bouncing at a slow, gentle rhythm. Your hands settle against his shoulder at first, allowing you some stability as you move, but giving you every reason to touch, feeling the muscle tense with every downward stroke, ass slapping against his thighs noisily. Eddie moans quietly, trying not to tip off how ruined he already was, but you hear it—you always do, like your ears were trained for it.

It spurs you, his hand traveling up the length of your body, over your thighs, up your stomach, grazing over the soft mound of your breasts until his hand falls against the curve where your shoulder meets your neck, the pad of his thumb rubbing soft, gentle circles into the skin. He’s itching for it, he wants to touch you, devour you, but he’s holding off, for his own sake rather than yours—because the moment he gives in, he’s done.

The pace picks up gradually, a thin sheen of sweat covering your body from exertion and Eddie’s lack of cool air flowing through his room, but you didn’t mind—it smelt like weed and sex and cigarettes, everything that reminded you of him, and a small hint of bergamot from his cologne. Eddie’s still being quiet, struggling, eyebrows pulled tight, his mouth hung open in a low moan. 

“Fuck, stop holding back,” You complain lightly, “I wanna hear you, Eddie.”

Eddie nods slowly, eyes brimming with lust, their normal brown shadowed by a dark need to please, to be everything that you want him to be.

“Sorry, sweetheart,” He apologizes, “it’s a little embarrassing.”

You shake your head, pulling a needy whine from his throat as you raise your hips sharply, slamming back down with fervor, his hands grip at your waist instinctively, holding you tight.

“It’s not,” You tell him seriously, hands threading through his curls, pulling tight until his head was taut and angled up at you, his mouth open in a soft pant, “I want to hear all of it.”

Eddie nods again, less focused—his pulling you against him now, aiding in his desperate attempt to fuck you until you couldn’t speak; it was working, unfortunately, your voice catching in your throat as he changed the dynamic, shifting onto his shins as he lifted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist securely, giving you no choice but to hold on to him, trust him. 

“Oh—“ You gasp loudly, allowing Eddie to push the hair that had fallen from it’s loose braid away from your face, soft eyes boring into his pensive ones, focused and determined—if it weren’t for the stray curl that fell over his forehead, you’d feel intimidated, but it softened his features immensely, “Eddie, I can’t—“

“You almost there?” He asks hotly, hot breath fanning over your chest.

“No—can’t, can’t come—it’s,” You grunt softly in frustration, feeling his hand move swiftly toward your clit, but it’s like you’re stuck, “it’s like I’m too distracted—I don’t know—“

“Hey,” He coos, pulling your face down to look at him—he’s checking in, eyes searching your frustrated expression, “close your eyes for me, baby.”

“But, I like looking at you.” You pout, earning a soft, stern look in return. You smile faintly, allowing your eyes to fall shut against your own will.

“Just focus,” He tells you softly, voice falling off on a soft groan, the dull slap of skin against skin as he fucks into you, the soft squelch of your slick and his, his thumb rubbing slow, deliberate circles against your clit. It’s right there—right fuck there and it hurts almost, but you need it, “I got you.”

You nod weakly, mouth falling open in a strained gasp as Eddie applies more pressure, switches the angle of hips slightly, leaving you defenseless and pliant to his orders, the delicate touches and focused hands.

You didn’t even realize your orgasm was hitting you until Eddie stalls, coming almost exactly when you do, spilling himself deep inside of you—it’s just as quick and hard as the first one, but hits even deeper, like a full body ache as you scream out on a choked whine, the soft praises of Eddie’s voice as he follows through, sounding just as wrecked. His hand never falters, working you through the waves of aftershocks, your body rocking against his touch helplessly, feeling every nerve in your body seize at the over-stimulation until you can’t breathe, falling tiredly into Eddie’s hold.

He laughs softly, face buried in the warm crook of your neck, the outline of a smile pushing against your skin as you breathe deep, trying to bring yourself back down. 

“Still with me?” Eddie asks after a while, rubbing his fingers against the soft skin of your back, soothing you more than he’d ever understand. 

“Yeah,” you reply softly, “sort of.”

Eddie chuckles again, pulling back to look at you, head cradled in his hands. 

“Shower first, sleep later,” Eddie instructs, nodding toward the small bathroom down the hall, “I’ll help.”

“But, you already showered.” You tell him, eyebrows pulled up in confusion. “Why would you—“

“Someone’s gotta hold you up,” Eddie says teasingly, “I can still feel your legs shaking.”

On cue, you feel the strained muscles quiver, legs feeling like jello around his hips. Eddie gives you a pointed look, waiting for you to give up your inherent stubbornness and let him take care of you properly.

“Fine,” You say with a soft sigh, failing to hide your smile as he digs his fingers into your side, biting at the soft flesh of your stomach playfully, “—Eddie, cut it out.” 

“Not a chance, sweetheart.” He tells you, leaning up to press a soft kiss to your lips, whispering a quiet admission of love against them. 

#eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #my writing #1kfic

[callipraxia]

Further Interview Analysis: the "Ford Plan," and Bill's Blind Spot

I didn’t sleep again the night after the “musical Weirdmageddon” post, and wrote a lot of loopy stuff the next day, and posted none of it. But then I slept, so yay, time for an attempt at some actual analysis! Original interview is, as before, here, with credit and thanks to @fordtato and @hkthatgffan.

"I think that Bill was trying to find Ford, but I think- I always think of Bill as like, this guy who has, like - you know, he’s stirring the pot of soup that is the Ford plan, and he’s got like 900 pots of soup across the universe of different things he’s working on, and at any given moment, he’s so cocksure that it’s all gonna work his way eventually."

Bill’s a trillion years old, so it’s like, Ford disappearing for thirty years is like- [snaps fingers] is like somebody saying they’re ghosting you and then texting you the next weekend, you know what I mean? He’s like- he’s like [handwave] “Ford’s gonna- Ford’s gonna be back. Ohh, [air quotes] we had such a big fight, Ford’s sooo mad at me,” oh, you know, “our will-they-won’t-they-take-over-the-universe relationship, like, he’s gonna- he’s gonna march off in a huff, and he’ll be back, ‘cause we’re- is Ford gonna find anyone else in the multiverse that strokes his ego as well as me?” Is there anybody else in the universe that’s gonna make Ford feel as important as Bill? No, of course not, Ford needs validation, and so Bill knows Ford’s gonna be back eventually. 

...so, Bill still had a "Ford plan," did he? Like, some active plan that involved using Ford in some way to escape the Nightmare Dimension? Interesting.

I always interpreted his cliche-villain-gloating routine when Ford confronts him about being a liar as the point where Bill was ready to discard Ford altogether. If he had wanted to - if he could have been bothered - after all, he probably would have had a very high chance of somehow manipulating Ford out of the realization that he'd been played: Ford had been literally worshiping Bill a few days earlier. He was basically a cultist, and he was not only someone who'd spent way too long talking to Bill, he was also someone who could only confront Bill on Bill's turf, so to speak. But Bill didn't even try to turn it all around, because (ran my reasoning) he'd gotten what he really needed: the Portal existed, and you can't close Pandora's box. The technology was there. It would not, from Bill's trillions-of-years perspective, have taken very long to find some way to manipulate someone else into rebuilding the Portal once it existed even given Ford's attempts to hide the plans. Bill was scribbling on the Journal in invisible ink after Ford's last entry, before he buried it but after he wrote all about his plans in some detail, even drawing a map to J2. The Journal separation plan would have been laughably easy for Bill to work around. So at that point, I assumed that the only reason Bill didn't arrange for Ford to - if I may be blunt - kill himself the first time he blacked out was because Bill was basically getting off on the psychological torture and wanted to see how long he could keep it going/enjoy himself until Ford literally died of exhaustion. Ford certainly seems to think he'd have been killed if he had lost the game of 'hide and seek' in the asteroid field. I thought the idea that "Bill used Ford until he used him up, and now he was done with him" was basically canon, and that Bill paid no more attention to him from that point onward than you would pay to a broken Solo cup in the trash until Ford did something unexpected - ie, survived the Multiverse, came back with a death ray, apparently took out a few Henchmaniacs, almost shot Bill himself, and then survived the experience.

But here we have what I suppose amounts of authorial commentary which seems to directly contradict the idea that Bill didn't even regard Ford was worth finding and/or killing. Bill was looking for Ford, all those years - not all that intently, apparently, or really very long from Bill's point of view, of course, but still - and Bill still had a plan for Ford. Bill also, if I'm reading that right, seems to have really just expected Ford to come back, of his own free will, to join him eventually, not to kill him.

Of course, it's possible I'm reading that wrong, and Bill just knew that killing him would also give Ford a massive ego boost and that Ford would have to eventually reenter his orbit in order to attempt to do so. It's also true that Bill just not being able to accept rejection in no way, by itself, implies he wasn't planning to go "hahahaha, no" and kill Ford fifteen seconds after he finished begging Bill for forgiveness. But the 'Ford plan' bit seems to undermine that. Let's assume the hesitations and half-sentences are Hirsch improvising, not Bill actually cutting off a thought he might not like the end of. So was Bill genuinely never planning to kill Ford after he bumbled into the Nightmare Realm back in '82? And if not - what in the world was he planning to do to him once one of the Henchmaniacs caught him, then? And why do I have the feeling that whatever it was would have made murder seem both a) kind and b) not at all disturbing by comparison?

Also gives us, in a way, some insight into Bill. Kinda. We've always known that there's this...level, this very deep, seldom-relevant but very important level, on which Bill doesn't quite understand how people work. We see it primarily in the mistakes that Bill makes with Stan and Mabel. Maybe there was nothing he could have said or done in the situation with Stan to save himself, Stan had reached the point of literally suicidal determination and there's really not much you can do to budge someone at that point and especially not once their consciousness has already caught fire, but with Mabel - in Sock Opera, all Bill needed to do to win was keep his mouth shut for three more seconds. He was clever enough to see how Dipper and Mabel's relationship could be exploited to get Dipper to do what he wanted, but he did the exact opposite of what he should have done to get Mabel to do what he wanted, because for one thing he underestimates Mabel and for another...it comes back to that elusive Thing that Bill can't or won't understand about the deeper levels of humans. Or maybe it's Things, plural, and a distinct one for each person, but there's something there at the bottom of the personality that Bill apparently can't jive with.

With Ford, for instance, he clearly underestimates the power of genuine self-hatred and remorse. Bill may feel bad in some way about what he did to his homeworld, but look at the actual words of the Axolotl's prophecy: he feels that way not because he has realized at some point that what he did was fundamentally wrong, but because he wants to go home and can't. Essentially, his regret is for his own inconvenience. And in a lot of ways, I can see how that could have translated into him feeling he did, in fact, know all he needed to know to push Ford's buttons, because while it's never spelled out for us, it seems, based on his habit of carrying around family photographs on his person apparently since college despite not getting on well at all with his family, that there was maybe some tiny part of Ford that also wanted to "go home," and not just to flip off the town. Ford was also someone who deeply feared the consequences of his actions, if you read between the lines in the Journal - his worries about a 'Close Encounter' with the government, his scrawling that he must not lose his nerve on some early Portal notes, his talking more and more about Fiddleford losing his nerve in a way that starts seeming kind of projection-y - and Bill could certainly understand that fear perfectly well: we see Bill panic outright in the finale when he realizes he's out of options he's going to remotely like. In the unlikely event Stan would or even could save him, Stan obviously wouldn’t have done so so on Bill's own terms: Bill would have been stuck making an honest deal for once, or else left with the options of "die" and "take a one-in-a-million shot and do his invocation of the 'Ancient Power,' possibly putting himself squarely into the hands of an enemy whose full aims he probably does not know." But then, that's Bill's flaw - the things that drove him to become what he did were revenge and the fear of Death, of the ultimate loss of control. His arrogance makes him think he can take most any situation, no matter how disadvantageous it might seem, and twist it around sooner or later, but Death - well, that's it, ain't it? Or, as Horace might say in a really old translation:

When life is o'er, and Minos has rehearsed The grand last doom, Not birth, nor eloquence, nor worth, shall burst Torquatus' tomb.

(Horace, Ode 4.7. The Odes and Carmen Saeculare of Horace. John Conington. trans. London. George Bell and Sons. 1882.)

Bit different from most translations I've read, but close enough and in the public domain I believe, so we'll go with that. It's possible that Bill's...unique...state of existence may actually make dying an even more terrifying prospect for him than it for the rest of us. He became what he was to escape limitations, including mortality - but after all that killing and burning and transformation, he found out that he might not ever die, but that he could still be destroyed. And even when he found his own 'territory', it started decaying around him, which proved that dimensions, too, can die even if nobody is apparently actively trying to destroy them. What happens to him then? That's what he's afraid of, and he cannot quite grasp that others might be able to overcome that fear in service of either another principle or another fear. That's where he keeps running into trouble in the series timeline, too. It never occurred to him that Gideon might have enough humanity to want Mabel to actually care about him, instead of just about possessing her - much less that Gideon could want that enough to risk death for it. It was inconceivable to him that Dipper and Mabel could voluntarily turn their backs on even a blatantly false paradise to willingly walk into a living hell, just because it was the right thing to do. And as for Ford and Stan....

Well, on one level, he's right about Ford. When he met Ford, they did have certain things in common: frustration, ambition, deep and secret regrets, loneliness, and fear of facing the consequences. Ford's desire for respectability and honor from those who had rejected him his whole life may have extended this even further for him than it went for Bill in some ways: he couldn't even admit to himself that what he was doing was totally self-interested, whereas Bill, like Stan, has long since come to terms with his own selfishness. And like Bill, Ford probably didn't even have the ability to see that no matter what he did, it would never be enough, and would never really satisfy him. But death? Ford doesn't fear death. Never really has, as far as I can tell, but he certainly doesn't now. The way he lives his life, the man might as well be courting death - sending it roses every week and buying all its drinks at the bar, so to speak. He and Bill both fear the consequences of their actions, but 'consequences' are a category, and it's just as possible to be afraid to live as it is to be afraid to die. And Stan...Stan is harder to be sure of. Certainly Stan's priority is always for self-preservation. He's probably depressed to some degree, and he will risk life and limb without hesitation when he perceives a threat to that which he loves, but that's something that usually happens in a crisis. He doesn't hesitate because he doesn't think about what he's doing, which is what makes the Final Deal such an incredible gesture for me - he not only had plenty of time to think about what was going to happen, but he had to actively take steps himself to enable it to happen. To me, at least, that seems the hardest thing...but then, the whole situation in the Fearamid is one that brings to mind some of my worst fears, to the point that I find the scene difficult to watch and I almost scrapped an entire 22,000-word story once just because it required me to write about a small part of it. I'm sure Bill risked death, in some fashion, to become what he is, and I'm sure he was afraid of failure every time - but he was less afraid of a bad outcome that might come from leaping at the chance for some semblance of life, any semblance of life, no matter what that might look like or how long the odds might be, than he was of doing what he knew would lead to...wherever even destructible gods go, when they go. This is why the Stans were the thing he couldn't account for, really. He couldn't conceive of having a priority higher than self-preservation, of overcoming his worst fear - and that was what destroyed him. Maybe, anyway.

It's sort of funny, actually - I started writing a completely different post yesterday about how to develop a new character based on some of Hirsch's remarks, and in the course of it, I made the remark that I found it hard to fathom how you could write any of Gravity Falls, at all, without knowing ahead of time that it is the story of (if I can make so bold as to quote my own story's dialogue) "the Faustus of New Jersey and His Knucklehead Brother and the Hazard Sign From Hell," and without at least a fairly good understanding of who those three people are and how they got there. If one looks at the story that way, I suppose you could say the events after their starting situation are also the story of these three being thrown up against the places where their real deepest fears lie, and seeing who has something he really, really will not compromise on...or at least, it did at the start of this paragraph. But did any of them, really? Bill blatantly fails that test, of course - Bill runs, just like he's been, in a way, running for his entire miserable existence. Ford comes close to what might have been a couple of breaking experiences for him - either surrendering to Bill or, had the memory wipe worked the way he thought it would, with living with whatever the fallout of essentially killing his brother would have been - but the universe was kind and stacked the deck just enough to let him cheat his way out of that one, at least for the most part. But what about Stan? He didn't want to die, but we already knew that he'd risk it for the kids, because we've seen him do that before. The way he went about it this time arguably took more courage than the others, when he just went in swinging at an immediate and obvious threat, but it was still an escalation on an established thing. Stan's real worst fear isn’t death - it’s of being alone again, of losing his family. That's the principle that overrides self-preservation for him. What would have happened if he'd been in Ford's shoes - required to take up the role not of the sacrifice, but of the one who performed it, giving up one member of the family to save the others? Could he have done that?

...though that is wandering from the topic I was originally talking about, isn't it. Which was that yeah, Bill is, in his way, as fallible as anyone else despite his immense resources - which is gonna be a fun topic to get into when I get around to the post in this series about writing higher intelligences, but that's also not the point, which was that Ford was never going to go back to Bill the way Bill thought he was, because Bill's inability to understand other people's ability to do things that he can't is a serious blind spot for him. It's the thoughts he can't have that doom him (probably...hopefully, anyway...), fortunately for the rest of us.

#gravity falls #gravity falls characters #ford pines #stan pines #bill cipher #gravity falls analysis #inspired by the Hirsch interview #rambling happened #my ramblings

[herotome]

Devlog #132

Hi-ho, Wudge here.

I did some writing!!!! 🎉

I scribbled over it here because I'm embarrassed, but I'm REALLY trying to embrace the suck(tm) and let my first draft be rough and ugly just so it can Exist. Other writers know the pain. I think.

I also did more expressions for Warden! Like... this one...

And drafted up concepts for the annoying couple at the federal center:

This isn't exactly how I imagined them, but it's a start.

On another note, has anybody been getting an influx of these on tumblr?

Apparently they're called "Back in Town" and they are... unfortunately getting on my nerves. Like I think it's great that people I follow are posting stuff!!! But I have followed A LOT of people over the years and when I wanna look at their stuff, that's what my dash is for 😭

Tumblr please I don't need all these pings auuUGHGHHGHHH. I tried going into Settings > Activity to filter them out but apparently that only filters them out from that specific activity page, not from my notifications.

If anyone has figured out how to shut these off please let me know. Thanks!

Stay safe and keep warm,

Wudge.

#interactive fiction #herotome update #oelvn #visual novel #otome game #otome #english otome #indie game

[bentosandbox]

Lappy fancam animatic blogging/production notes

now that wolfgirlyaoi is out on global its rambling time about my powerpoint presentation

Concept

Originally I wanted to do an (Tex & Lapp) animatic with the boss theme (broken wall/Signore dei Lupi .mp3) ever since the event dropped but I thought 1) by the time I finished anything someone else would have probably already done it first (lol, lmao even) 2) I remembered the song exists and how much i looped it then while listening to the group's new album drop and thought the lyrics fit Lapp a little too well and also doesn't end abruptly like the boss theme + was shorter so yea

initial stickman storyboard where i put down the lyrics with event dialogue/happenings that i felt would fit nicely together > hastily scribble the images that form in my head

storyboards were basically what i wanted to see (same rule as my comics) lol especially if they weren't shown in the event CGs, eg. there's a CG of the truck crashing into the courtroom so I didn't do that but they didn't mention her physical acting in that scene + the song I used has a bow/salute at that exact part in their live choreo with the very similar line so I wanted to do a homage even though-

-I was like it's going to be such a pain to figure out an economical hand twirl and bow but I have to do this I need to transplant the image in my brain onto the screen because official media did not do a—

Honestly still don't know if its a common phrase and action combo because I was having so much trouble finding external references that wasn't just scrubbing the live video over and over anyway

part of the storyboards were 'recycled' from comic drafts I did (of the chocolate scene because ofc) when the event was running on CN

Originally I wanted to draw Lapp feeding Texas for The Girlyaoi Funny but I wanted to reference the plaque you get which is a Creation of Adam reference right but I also saw people saying it's referencing the scene from Silence of the Lambs lol so...peel the layers to your liking!!

(The chocolate flavour choice was from asking my Columbian friends what the worst chocolate flavour they ever tried which was white coconut)

my sorry attempt at colour keys > final spreadsheet to keep track of progress and paste all the dialogue i put in

Art Direction

A bunch of shots/colour schemes are references to Måneskin's stuff or other media tehepero I'll just put a few here

At first I was going to limit red/blue to tex/lapp respectively but since Omertosa is blue I just did away with that rule and lapp gets to have both (and more!) these two colours have pretty obvious emotional readings I think but also

red = self blue = society Siracusa or: red = yaoi & blue = yuri

for the others:

Purple = Alberto/Saluzzo, its not orange like the fruit he keeps holding because see below; I needed the colour for something else LOL Also the Saluzzos are iirc nobility or whatever and they have purple hints in their clothes so I think it was a good fit anyway

Yellow/Orange = Its supposed to be representing the last word in the story which apparently, yostar went with 'Savagery' which is Correct I guess but (laments again about how nuance is lost in localisation because imo savagery has a more derogatory kind of connotation while I think 蛮荒 in context of the story also has a 'nature/untouched by civilisation' side to it) which is why Texas setting the house on fire was not (entirely) red but orange (and it complements the blues both visually and thematically) and it's yellow at the end when they're frolicking(?) in the wilderness lol

(these colour rules don't apply to the penglog shot and technically a few frames like the shot with shocked penance, the one right after and 'im just lappy' because...i forgor my own rules lol)

The greens/teals were just a reference to the shades in the 3DPV I think

The silhouette/general style was inspired from the 3D teaser thing they had at the beginning of the 3.5 anniversary stream and the card suits that I..forgot to move to the other layers which is why only the green one had them (supposed to be 1 per set 💀)

The clash bit is basically the same as the event CG but with a flipped camera/POV sorry for world's worst screenshot lmao. Couldn't imagine the poses in my head so I ended up posing 3d models in CSP pretty good posing practice

These shots got rendered extra because..they were the first frames I started on and I was still figuring out how much to simplify lol

I also posed the chairs shot for some inexplicable reason…my file was lagging so bad

Headcanon part (kind of)

The childhood flashback scene is probably the part I took the most liberties (headcanon) on since it's not explicitly canon like the rest...the sequence/how I connected the scenes itself to fabricate a timeline of her childhood was kind of inspired by some weibo post musing about how (iirc) texas's sweet tooth maybe came from when she was being fostered at casa Saluzzo and Lapp treating her like a pet essentially and giving her a lot of treats since...you know what happened to her actual pet hehe except maybe texas offered her a stick first and then Lappy just reciprocated endlessly because its one of the few 'acts' she knew that wasn't violence haha yeah this section was basically a stealth doujin sorry

It's mentioned that she was brought up as the ideal Siracusan or whatever and she does the cute doodle in the 3DPV so I thought she probably had the Forced Music Lessons as a kid (The music sheets are Bella Ciao and of course)

The bow choreo was the one thing i really wanted to animate but the music sheet segment (based on that one split second shot above) ended up being my favourite part even though compositing the motion was a mini hell on it's own (ended up compiling a long png to scroll by with the red doodles layered over)

Other things

I will never live down my (self-imposed) shame of misspelling the title (I fixed the title on youtube but its why the ending shot in the upload says ZittE e Buoni instead of ZittI e Buoni) don't rush your fancam in 10 days 😔

I didn't look through the entirety of the EN loc but Idk why they had Lappy say 'Then go.' to Texas when it's supposed to be more like 'Let's go.' as in, 'let's go together' as opposed to 'alright off you go to the greyhall alone' lmfao also her saying goodbye forever padre when addio is right there

I don't think I'm insane enough to do another ppt soon but man this pair really makes the 'imagines a whole music video while listening to music' part of my brain go wheee like first it was Starset's Manifest then Signore de Lupi then this and while working on this one i was thinking how Måneskin's Torna A Casa would be another good track

ok ty for reading #GIRLYAOIREAL

#arknights #Il siracusano #bentodraws #bentotexto #I was going to have this post as a reblog but tumblr broke my copypaste so here's a completely separate post #feel free to ask me about anything else i didn't cover in here

[randomwriteronline]

@waters-turn also for u

The Porygon made a curious buzzing noise as it looked between the two men, just as interested in them as they were in it.

"That is certainly not a normal sound for a pokémon to make," Ingo noted.

"Oh thank goodness," Laventon sighed in relief, "So you do understand my concern regarding this baffling beast. Rei insists that the inherent existence of something like this is nothing to be worried about, but in the same breath he tells me apparently it is man-made and I just--"

"If it could ease your worries, professor, Bronzors and Bronzongs are derived from human artifacts as well," the warden interrupted his slow descent into slight panic.

His free hand tentatively went to try and pet the top of the polygonal ducky-shaped creature, phasing through it for a moment.

"Oh, yes, I'm aware of that, but this is not possession or incarnation, this is-" and the scientist very carefully set his own cup of tea down on his desk to spread his palms around the beastie like a halo, not touching it at all "-From what I've gathered we are talking about purely artificial life. A living being, made in a laboratory like this! By humans!"

"Terrifying. And yet so intriguing!"

"I'll be stuck at terrifying I'm afraid. Also your hand is going through its skin."

"Ah, yes, I'm aware. It does not sink far though - after only a few centimetres my fingers are already resting on something solid."

The prospect of new information for his studies, even about something so concerningly mysterious, was enough for the professor to put aside his horror for a little while as he grabbed a pencil and a more thorough copy of the pokédex, quickly skimming through it to find the Porygon page so he could scribble down the new data (which thankfully, seeing as it came from a reputable source, he would not have to empirically test by himself).

"So would you say it has a layer of... Fur? Feathers? Something reminiscent of them?" he asked genuinely curious.

Ingo kept absentmindedly scratching the beastie's head: "Not really," he commented, "It doesn't quite feel like something of the sort. It seems more as if the collision had been... Badly placed, I suppose I could put it. As if its body was... Er, as if it were larger that the actual thing, if that makes any sense to you."

Unexpectedly, the professor did nod: "So it does not feel like either, but it enhances its size as if it were... Is it inconsistent, then?"

"Mostly, yes," the warden agreed. Porygon buzzed again, causing a ripple of strange energy to seep painlessly into his skin with a curious familiarity.

"Mostly?"

"It does hold a certain amount of static electricity, but it is not hurtful at all."

"Must be for its Normal typing..."

"Normal?" he noted, surprised. "I believed it to be Electric. It seems to me like something that would have made great sense, somehow."

The other man scribbled more: "Rei noted the same. Or Steel type, he mentioned that as well."

"I quite like Steel types," Ingo mumbled. "They are comfortingly solid. I don't actually believe I've ever had any Electric types before Magnezone unlike my brother - I'm not sure why that was. I'm no stranger to more hazardous pokémon after all."

"You have a brother?"

White eyes blinked. The warden raised his gaze to meet an equally surprised one.

"Hm?" he hummed, not having payed attention.

"A brother!" Laventon repeated with a slight emphasis: "You mentioned one, right now!"

Had he?

The professor nodded, eyes wide, almost excited - it was hard to find someone who did not seem excited at the prospect of Ingo remembering anything, even when it was only something useless and pointless and without context, to the point where sometimes figuring his memories out managed to strike him as more frustrating than the amnesia itself.

He shook his head once or twice, trying to recall what exactly he had said or thought about just a moment earlier that might have unlocked his brain ever so slightly.

"You said something about Electric types," the professor was quick to help: "I believe he has a fondness for them?"

"Ah," the other just replied, "Maybe so, yes."

What a silly endeavour, though - trying to remember someone based on their favorite pokémon type. There were plenty of people had a fondness for a specific one, it really wasn't such an uncommon denominator! Just look at Melli for example, or Gaeric, or Elesa since we were talking about Electric types! What else could that help him remember about a person, anyways? That he liked Bugs too, and would have terrorized Captain Cyllene by accident if he'd ever met her? But again that didn't apply just to him, there was an entire Bug type gym after all, and it was one of the most common types - and he wasn't the kind of person to settle for common, wasn't he now, no, he certainly wasn't, or they wouldn't have spent all that dreadful time in that damp cave desperately digging left and right to find him a Tynamo until their hands were red - and after all that trouble they went through for that flimsy little thing he even got electrocuted because they had no pokéballs and was forced to hold it in his hands! He wouldn't have even felt the static in Porygon's abnormal body if he'd touched it, by now.

Laventon waited a few seconds for the gears to finish turning in the warden's head, patiently, eager to help, to prod at the fog of his memories with more questions or suggestions if needed.

He watched the paler man blink and furrow his brows slightly. Then he stood, without a jolt, without any sudden movement; his hand opened to let the cup it held crack into ceramic shards onto the carpet as he leaned heavily on anything that might have stopped his body from careening after it, and the professor jumped to his feet to rush to get him before his knee slammed down on the floor, and realized in that moment he was shaking worse than a Snorunt in a blizzard.

The epiphany hit with a delay, or maybe it was the man's anatomy that had grasped it in advance.

Something garbled, horrified, mournful, scared beyond belief came out of Ingo's mouth as he clawed at it, and no word he knew could help him explain himself for hours as he cried so hard he could barely breathe.

#pokémon #pokemon legends arceus #professor laventon #submas ingo #porygon #random writing #remembering but gone very wrong #also laventon and ingo being pals :)

[glowingmin]

analyzing the adjuration ravio board

ALRIGHT MOTHERFUCKERS SIT DOWN SHUT UP WE'RE GOING OFF 4 CUPS OF WATER AND A MIGRAINE BUT WE ARE GOING TO COPE

i unfortunately have an abysmal zoom so i've Enhanced the writing for bits I couldn't quite read but anyways LETS GET INTO IT. WITNESS THE ANALYSIS FROM AN IDIOT WHO BASICALLY ONLY KNOWS THE LORE OF FOUR SWORDS.

@not-freyja hi i hope you like this insane loveletter to adjuration (idk how else to. share it. yay)

alright starting off with the timeline and all the looping fuckeries (motherfucker got more arrows than an ikea checkout lane)

time is scratched out and replaced with sapling. because of the war of eras? nickname yipee?

the music notes linking time to wind must refer to how the song of time sent time back and left that timeline w/o the hero's spirit

the triforce linking legend to time has to mean something but my minimal zelda lore knowledge is leaving me to die. ik its the downfall timeline, so is it a reference to how the triforce got Fucked Up by pig man? did it get messed up??? never actually played cards meaning to learn /reference

there's so many scribblies around hyrule (i love the hearts on the 'i's its adorable). hyrule found the book and thats why he gets loops?

[ hi revision glowmin here. had a thought: what if there's multiple timelines that branch out from when rulie first used the book. what if the first visit wasn't legend. how many fractured timelines could that one event have caused ]

from chapter 49: “So this entire situation is Rulie’s fault?” Twilight’s side moves as he talks and Hyrule leans away from him, falling into Wind instead." haha no don't dump all the fault on hyrule you're so sexy aha /reference

'dink does something fucky' has me cackling. is wild's existence caused by dink? three question marks, 3 parts of the triforce, mmmm that is cooking?? or could just be irony

that line also points to rulie again so i Think this has something to do with. the blood curse. that i only know about from fanfiction.

ALSO THE LINE CONNECTING RULIE TO WARS!! IS SCRATCHED OUT!! (also from chapter 49: "Dead, lightning bug,” Ravio soothes. “He’s dead, you killed him.”)

who's dink is it anyways

the line about four's shadow has me. okay listen i don't remember the chapter but i KNOW there was a line abt the yiga talking about a small town forge. is that four's home from minish cap.

bc back when they met ravio the first (? i forgor) time, ravio told four to remind him about some dark magic (??) book. i thought this would be to revive shadow. is it. is it to revive red instead??

i am not okay abt red death

okay back to the flowchart: shit they haven't been to skyloft yet. i did not realize that until now

'palace' you mean the fucking TONGS FOUR SWORD PALACE??

the line drawn to the underlined dark link beneath time: 'hylia said "mouth of the river". i think this could either be time or sky. time bc he breaks the timeline into 3, sky bc he literally got cursed for being too cool

rulie: i am going to fucking SCREAM. the line from cia to rulie has 'why' written next to it and that's what i wanna know!! 'not safe' is in a fucking box!! underlined question marks!! ravio bbg please.

oh and 3 x's but idk if thats more triforce analogy or just. there to be There

recycled ganon had me cackle. inconsistent dates tho,,, is that like. linking up to why they're going in reverse in wild's time? bc twilight is the direct predecessor iirc???

wind: i cannot read what it says next to dead. looks like,,, 'masko' maybe? evidence of there being a dark: i have not beaten wind waker yet but I HAVE got the master sword. is the time lock shenanigan at the bottom of the ocean dink's fault or the master sword's fault.

i know like 2 things from hyrule warriors: traitors are cringe and cia apparently is creepy. thats probs why talking about dark versions of him is 'personal'. i wonder what 'safe' means in this context; safe to visit? safe to rule out? shaking ravio like a paper bag.

wild drives ravio to apple juice alcoholism more at 11. it is personal is underlined. is it wild's dark? rulie's dark? why are they going backwards? are they going to show up in wild's hyrule for when he DIES because they're going backwards? bro what is up with kyle.

the visits lets fucking go

WHY IS 8 VISIT BLANK. HOLUP

revision glowmin again. We’re not at visit 9. I have no clue why I thought we were there. Migraines are shit.

visits 2 and 3 being about shadow and red. dont look at me i'm crying | visits 2 and 3 are in the same order both for ravio and the links. hmmmmm that's Odd

RAVIO LEARNING WHO RED IS AND THEN NEXT VISIT HE'S FUCKING DEAD. HE GOES TO WAR AND THEN HE'S FUCKING DEADDDDD

visit 6 'got em' what did you get ravio. huh?? you silly merchant man what did you get??? it certainly wasn't bitches

this is the part of the lore board that i actually fucking. bro the circles this is running me through is insane. like how do i even analyze this its making my headache die so we're just gonna spitball.

it. kind of goes in reverse? not really but kinda?? visit 9 is first for all the links, but last for ravio. is this linked to wild's visits being in reverse?

if it ends at 9 i'm gonna throw a sock at my wall

for visit 5 on ravio's side it looks like it says pregnant. ik it doesn't but i cannot make out what it is

[ revision glowmin here again. its research. why did i think it said pregnant. that has literally nothing to do with the fic. ]

crying begins because i can barely ready any of this so bear with me here (BEAR WITH ME!!)

the first like. act of the fic summarized in 1 easy (/s /lh) flowchart. they see the what? rooms? runes? ruins? rains? god i'm illiterate

starting panic for the Dark. singular. i forgor how/if they figured out it was just one.

ravio crossing out where wild should be in the timeline is sending me. i think he's got shit from all 3 timelines in his hyrule (yadda yadda A GAME THEORY) so that would explain why they all just cross each other out.

'wind said shit' that's a good observation. is this as in he said STUFF or as in he cursed and actually said the shit word. important distinction. maybe Wind says something in the war of eras??

the question mark between cia and rulie. is that dink. whats up with the question marks after hyrule. does that imply that it fucking disappears at some point?? or do they just not know

the part where i think ravio's mental state went wewewewewewewwoowowwowow

'evil god hylia?' the Potential though. i don't think its gonna happen but man that'd be a twist. how do you stop the reincarnation of your lover's soul: fucking kill all of them

'evil blink' is that. vaati?? nvm it says evil link i'm illiterate again oopsies!! now we know how ravio came up with dink. cooked

'inconsistent travel more than one person in control' yeah fucking kohga is in on this. drag him ravio

'resurrected monsters by blood curse/blessing' is this related to hyrule's blood curse. i don't think dink wants to revive ganon so what does he need the blood for. is he wanting to ascend to godhood?? vague sputtering sounds

one timeline makes sense when we hear abt why ravio didn't tell everyone about red's death. still sad but that line paired with 'so we keep going forward [...] no counting on do-overs [...] one step at a time [...] together [...] or not at all' really hits home.

this took 3 hours but yeah i'm Normal about this

#glow whispers and junk #this is an adjuration #i cant do serious analysis so i hope this is Okay

[mildewymolars]

Even Skeletons Are Scared Of What’s Inside My Closet (Hazbin Hotel Fanfic) Chapter 1

Summary:

A classic take on the "Alastor gets summoned by a human" trope. It also includes nostalgic little cliches like weird aunts, the middle child being the "black sheep" of the (rich) family and demons being as bad (but also not) as they seem.

A college student, who’s bored out of their mind, finds their whacky aunt Hilda’s old book of the occult. After that chaos ensues.

(English is not my first language so feel free to point out any grammatical errors)

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As far as my day-to-day existence goes, I think I’ve entered a whole new territory. Two weeks ago, I thought it would be a be a good idea to play around with my aunt Hilda’s ancient book of the occult. As far as weird aunts go, she entered and surpassed new territories before I was even born. This book is a monstrous old thing, heavy as bricks, and suspiciously well-used. Now, I am by no means an expert in the realm of the occult, but I do dabble in it every now and then. Well, two weeks ago, I must’ve dabbled too thoroughly. Spells, musty smells, and, in the end, hell’s bells.

 

At first, everything in that book seemed as I had expected it to. Not too believable. That was until I stumbled upon a few handwritten pages shoved between an explanation of astral projection and the precautions one should take while using Ouija boards. I wasn’t sure whose handwriting it was—definitely not Aunt Hilda’s. On the page, there was what looked like a sketch of the layout of our attic with a messily scribbled egg (?) somewhere behind my grandmother’s old wardrobe. What caught my eye next was this: The words “Turn the dial, but with a smile” were written at the bottom of the page, the ink already fading.

 

Being the nosy person I am, of course, I had to make my way up to the attic as quickly as possible. To my surprise, there was actually something behind that behemoth of a wardrobe. A suitcase. A suitcase that looked like someone had put their blood, sweat, and tears into sealing. Although now all of that tape was dry and brittle, so I did manage to get it open eventually. What lay inside surprised me even more. A radio, from somewhere between the 20s and the 30s, a relic really. A bit dusty, but in good condition. And so, without thinking much of it, I turned that damn dial (with a small, anticipatory smirk).

 

What happened next was…nothing. I almost laughed at myself for getting excited. Still, I decided to stay in the attic for the next 4 hours, sorting through all the other peculiarities stashed away there (who knew Uncle Heinrich used to be an avid fan of African tribal masks?). Then suddenly (at a quarter past midnight, funnily enough), I heard a deafening thump, making me freeze, the hairs on my neck sticking up like wires. It came from the wardrobe. I turned around, slowly, very slowly. Only to see nothing had changed. Of course every good horror movie main character would now whisper, “What was that?” and then, ignoring all obvious signs of alarm, go check out whatever made that noise. Which was sort of, as astonishingly stupid as it may have been, what I did.

 

Of course, I didn’t whisper dramatically; I just edged along the creaking floorboards, muscles tensed, with the initial intention of leaving the wardrobe behind and reaching that sweet promise of safety: the door. That was until I noticed the faint green glow coming from within the gargantuan piece of furniture. What I also noticed was that the pressure on my ears wasn’t solely the result of adrenaline. Apparently, I had somehow blocked out the low, steady hum of static filling the air. Oh, now I was really in for it.

 

Bracing myself, I teetered towards the wardrobe, mentally saying goodbye to Pastor Joe and telling him I should’ve listened. As my hand slowly found a steady grip on one of the carved wooden handles, a wheezing cough almost caused me to jump out of my skin. The door creaked open, and for a moment there was only silence, suffocating silence—the quiet before the storm. To my horror and morbid fascination, a glowing pair of crimson eyes materialized in the pitch-black interior of the wardrobe. By their placement, I could tell whoever or whatever they belonged to was over a foot taller than me. Then a voice rang clear through the silence.

 

“Now, this has not happened in a very long time.”

 

It sounded shockingly human, slightly nasal even, if engulfed in a thick layer of... radio static?

At that point, my shaky breaths had turned into shallow pants.

I could’ve sworn I heard bones cracking as the entity stepped out of the wardrobe and into the dim light provided by the moon and a small window. It was a thing, a man, a creature. Although far from human, I wanted to run or sprint, but something kept me glued to the floor.

The thing was impressively tall, and undeniably repulsive, with what looked like deer ears and a pair of tiny antlers sprouting out of its mop of disheveled curls. Its gaze was cold yet strangely attentive. A huge, malicious grin split its face in half, brimming with razor-sharp, crooked fangs. Now the rest of it was truly something else. A neck of uncomfortable length stuck out from between shoulders that looked oddly narrow. Looking down for a moment, I noticed that the thing was rather fat. Not in a beefy, intimidating way (it was still PLENTY intimidating), though, more leaning towards plain overfed. The creature's stomach jutted out alarmingly, like an inflated balloon, noticeably wider at the bottom. Legs, too long to be those of a human, plumped up in the thigh area. Its arms, which were also uncannily long, looked too thin for its body. For a demon (assuming that’s what it was), the creature was shockingly well dressed. A tattered tailcoat, shirt, waistcoat, and some slacks adorned its form, all at least a size or two too small (especially the waistcoat). Hell, it even had a bow tie. Suddenly, the thing cleared its throat.

 

“Staring at strangers is a little rude, don’t you think?”

The MC, Bartholomew (Barty) Dankworth

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor #redesign #artists on tumblr #fanart #horror #fanfic #hazbin hotel fanfiction #fat alastor #original character #oc #character design

[noodleowl]

And suddenly watching season 6 got a lot more difficult…

First and foremost: I hope the victim is as fine as she possibly can be. I can only say this, because I am already detached from the creators and can not keep up what ever they have been up to till now.

It only shows, how these days you need to keep your eyes on the content that is important to you, not what ever the creators do. Walt Disney turned out to be shitty too. I also once was a fan of Elon Musk. The show and its characters are too human to be tied too much to the detestable actions of one guy.

Because just a few days ago, when I prepared to open commissions, I thought to myself: "Do you really want to build this account, on content whose future is out of your control? The IP is not yours and what ever happens to it going forward, or if the creators turn out to be problematic, it drags you down with it." I shit you not. And now this.

After all, we are passionate as human beings and these days, we morally have to dump every interest we have, because the creators turn out to be shitheads. This is why I started to try and separate the art from the artist. Nobody is perfect, and we are all hypocrites for the sake of our own happiness. If you are done with the show, that is totally fine and very understandable.

But please don't let this discourage you from enjoying what is important to you. What saves your day and makes you happy. If we throw everything out like this, we will never be able to enjoy things this way anymore. What a bleak existence.

We are all in the same boat, in which the thing that makes us happy, and we need right now the most, makes us question our morals just as much.

As for me, this show hits too close to home for me to be able to just let it go. Furthermore, I'm neurodiverse and can not choose my hyperfixations. If I don't create around it, I get frustrated and depressed easily. So I will keep painting. I may reduce the posting of Rick and Morty themed art for a little while (yes, I do other art too). Maybe I could introduce you to my Oc´s (one of them heavily Rick inspired, though) I don't know yet.

There was a post in my pipeline for today. It is a cute scribble of Rick turning himself accidentally super young with the caption: "Have a young Rick, to cleanse our souls." In respect for the victim, I will not post this today.

Apparently I am the master of foreshadowing.

#rick and morty #justin roiland #long rant #sorry this is so long #who even reads this

[americas1suiteheart]

Heres a little year old pilot chapter from my wattpad to give some writing content while I finish some of the other stuff. It has a few chapters done as well so I'll post those after too.

<?>Obsessed With You

[Riddler 2022 x Cop! Reader]

[Summary; The reader is a GCPD officer who became infatuated with Edward after getting assigned to investigate and try to find out who the riddler was.]

[Notes; Really short, the reader is gender neutral though so anyone can read it.]

[Warnings; none really, unless you're gonna be bothered by the fact that the reader is a cop and other cops are mentioned.]

Next chapter>

I watched him from my window sitting in that little diner, having a cup of coffee and a slice of pumpkin pie. Oh how I wanted to approach him and talk to him, only if it was a simple hello, or just eye contact. I just wanted him to acknowledge my existence. To know who I was.

I only knew who he was under the mask due to the fact that I had watched him in his own apartment, I was desperate to know what he looked like. He really didn't look like the type of person to be the Riddler.

Dirty blonde hair, clear frame glasses, round face and green eyes. To any normal person, he looked like another ordinary person trying to make it through life in Gotham.

I worked with the GCPD and after the Mayor's and Commissioner's murder and was told to try and look for him. But after my Co-workers had seen how deeply I was looking into this guy, they told me to put the case aside and have a break because I had gotten little to no sleep. But I didn't want to take a break. Everyone was telling me I was getting obsessive about the case, it's not like that though. I'm only doing my job, right

If I were doing my job I would've already turned him in. I didn't want to turn him in though. I wanted to keep watching him.

Maybe I had become somewhat obsessed but whats so wrong about that?

"Fuck it." I say to no one in particular other than myself. Why not? Your only going there to talk, get a name, and then do a little more research for GCPD. You knew that wouldn't be the case but you didn't care. Why should you?

You walk into the almost empty diner, only two other people apart from him are in there. You take a seat two seats way from him and place the book that was in your hands on the table and begin reading while you wait for someone to take your order. He didn't seem to acknowledge you, he seemed focused on something else. He was writing paragraphs into a small journal.

"Hello, what can I get'cha?" The waitress asks.

"Oh um, just a black coffee and slice of pumpkin pie please." You see the waitress scribble in the little notepad.

"Oh yeah, also the coffee is free for you." she says walking away. 'Free coffee? Why?' I think to myself.

"Cops get free coffee if your wondering. Have you never gone to a Cafe and gotten free coffee?" A voice says. You turn your head to see that the one who spoke to you, was in fact him.

"Pardon?" You say, confusion laced in your voice.

"You are with GCPD right? I mean unless you stole that jacket from someone." He says, touching your jacket.

You look down to see where his finger was and it indeed was where the patch that had the letters GCPD on it is. 'Shit...', You had apparently forgotten to take your jacket off before leaving.

"O-oh. Uh, sorry that's quite embarrassing. I guess I forgot to take it off after shift." You say with a small chuckle, trying to hide your embarrassment.

"Don't worry about it, tends to happen to someone when they're tired. Speaking of which, you look as if you haven't slept in a few days. Case got you staying up?" He asks, going back to writing inside his notebook.

"Oh yeah definitely. That riddler guy is making me overwork myself, I haven't been getting much sleep at all." I say.

"Oh, I know how that feels. I used to work in forensics so I know just how hard some cases can be. You see things that'll keep you up for days sometimes." He says.

After that small conversation, he finished up what he was doing and left. You were there because you wanted to approach and talk to him, so after he left, you had nothing else to do so you finished up what you ordered, paid, and left the diner.

Once you arrived at your apartment you thought about the conversation you had with Edward and smiled to yourself, excited over the fact that he noticed and even talked to you.

'He's mine, he just doesn't know it yet...'

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Did I forget to mention the fact that this is really bad? Yeah kinda, but this is basically me filling in the large writing gap that will happen until I'm able to finish one of the requests.

Send in your requests for stories! Look at my introduction to see if anything you like is something I'll write, and DM me for further questions!

#the riddler 2022 #the riddler #riddler paul dano #riddler x reader #dano riddler #paul dano #the batman #the batman 2022 #gender neutral reader

[weenwrites]

Hello!!! So glad to see ur asks open, but first, how are you?? Hope you've been doing alright 💖💖

Okay, now for my request: what do you think would happen if TFP Ratchet (in a Soulmarks AU) found his soulmate in a human because he accidentally reveals himself during some recon?? The soulmarks could be anything: first words, the soulmate's name, or whatever you make up, and now Ratchet and Soulmate are on thin ice with Agent Fowler, who didn't even realize humans and cybertronians could BE soulmates!!

For an added twist, maybe this human is like, totally NOT what anyone would expect the universe to match him with. They might be super against having an alien soulmate, maybe they think they're dteaming, maybe they hated school and dropped out, maybe they're just a total loser 😶😶 please, show me your interpretation of this!!! your writing and ideas are always super cool and entertaining, so I'd be jazzed if u give this one a go ✨✨

TFP Ratchet W/ A Human Soulmate He Initially Dislikes

Pairing - Romantic Category - Headcanons Trigger Warnings - None

First Words/Soulmate's Name: Initially Ratchet questioned what the strange scribbling on the underside of his arm was, and only when he arrived on Earth and learn of the planet's many dialects did he realize that his soulmate might just be human. Of course he isn't happy about this, and actually tries to avoid going out to populated areas and sticks to places that are as far from any human settlement as possible. While he understands that he might not be able to avoid this because it's apparently "destined" to happen, it won't keep him from trying to prevent it from happening.

A beautiful Flourish of Color/Something Else: He's left as clueless as you are, so does he really try doing anything to avoid meeting his soulmate? No, not at all. If anything, he prioritizes the war and his duties as a medic over finding his future soulmate. He hardly thinks about his soulmark and his soulmate is the least of his concerns.

Now onto the actual SOULMATE thing... It's pretty easy to imagine how he feels upon finally meeting you for the first time. He's upset that yet another human comes to learn about his existence—and especially if you left a bad first impression on him, he'll be even more upset that you of all people are now his responsibility (since Optimus would most likely assign him to be your guardian) and that you're also his soulmate. So initially the first few times you talk with one another are unpleasant and awkward, but then again that depends on whether you even try to talk to him or not, and how you act around him.

Whenever he has to pick you up and take you to base, he hardly says a thing to you, and it's clear he isn't fond of you. The atmosphere's may be tense, or it may be awkward, or it may be a mix of both. He keeps his attention to the road and to getting you to base as quickly as he can so he can just get this over with. He prefers to have the other bots pick you up rather than doing it himself, but if no one else can, he'll do it reluctantly.

If you're against having him as your guardian, then that's one thing the two of you can relate over. He doesn't want this any more than you do, and most likely hates this more than you do (or perhaps to the same degree). The kids may tell him that the two of you might as well get along, but he sure as heck won't do that. He prefers to leave you to your own devices so long as you leave him to his.

If you happen to bother him a lot when you're around, that's another thing he'll complain about. However he doesn't snap at you immediately. For example, if you're playing loud music of course he'll think it's initially annoying and just try to continue on with his work regardless, but if it happens to be extremely loud or unpleasant he'll snap and ask you to turn it down or go somewhere else. And depending on if you reply with something that gets on his nerves, the two of you would most likely break out in a tense argument that would only end if one of you stormed off or stopped, or if someone else intervened.

Over time, if you eventually show a better side of yourself to him, or do something that changes his view on you, he'll start treating you a bit nicer. He won't seem that reluctant or upset when it comes to picking you up and bringing you to base, but he'll still most likely be as harsh when it comes to asking you to stop disturbing him (if the two of you happen to get into an argument again). He'd treat you like Jack. He doesn't have any negative opinion of you, but nor does he really have any positive one, he'd feel mostly neutral about you, perhaps still leaning a bit toward negative.

It'll take some time and some effort, but the two of you would eventually get together. Perhaps the two of you occasionally bicker like an old married couple every now and then, but the arguments don't get as heated as they would before. And at times he'd reflect back on before the two of you became partners, and mull over how you weren't as bad as he originally thought. Sure, you can still be difficult at times in his opinion, but still, you aren't that bad.

#tfp imagines #tfp headcanons #tfp x reader #tfp ratchet #ratchet x reader #[ by the time you see this a couple weeks have passed since i wrote this ] #[ but past me was well! sure i had a rough start to the week but i'm doing better now ] #[ hope you enjoy this! ] #x reader #self insert #reader insert #weenwrites

[kalijhomentethi]

my thoughts on heartsteel

I'm going to be honest and say I was expecting a lot more from the song. HS was super hyped up and the teaser was promising (I watched it the first time and I was already singing along. Catchy! It gave me EXO vibes) but when the actual song was finally released, it didn't really hit hard like the other band songs Rito has released.

I had the video up in the background while waiting for the premiere to start as I played so I only got to listen to it the first time, no visuals. When I heard the opening rap, I thought it was K'Sante. It was a bop. Then... the rest of the song was just one big chorus? It felt like another case of Star Walking, where the whole song felt like a buildup to a drop that never happens.

Second time I played the video was when I finished playing so I got to watch properly. Why... does Kayn have such a deep voice? It completely threw me off and apparently, it's meant to be Rhaast singing but the Kayn face doesn't match the voice :( Baekhyun matches Ezreal well, but the voice for Sett is too high for him.

Baekhyun has too much screen time sfdkdjsf He easily overshadows every other member. It's part of the reason why the whole song felt like one continuous chorus.

Notice how I didn't mention K'Sante's voice after properly watching the MV. I genuinely didn't think he was anywhere in the song. When he was singing along in the MV, I thought he was doing it just for the sake of lip-syncing. I had to search up one of those band lyric videos to know who was singing what part. If I didn't, I would've continued thinking he's just... there. He sounds more like Sett or Ezreal toned down in his solo part.

Aside from the voices sounding similar to each other, I was having a hard time distinguishing when another verse would start. It's the same amount of energy all throughout. That's why I said the whole song felt like one chorus. Rise is a great example of good buildup and drops. Ticking Away is also good, more energy and instrumentals jump in when the chorus arrives. MORE also starts with Akali's rap but Evelynn's transition with her slower singing immediately tells the listener than a new verse is entering.

I watched it a third, fourth time. Still didn't vibe with it. Then I started noticing... funky little details.

They definitely put elements of K/DA, True Damage, and Arcane in the music video. Akali's room, Ekko's teleports, True Damage and Arcane scribbles, and the True Damage glitch outro.

At some point, I had a sudden realization that Riot tried to make a male K/DA while also incorporating elements of True Damage. I was expecting a rock song from Heartsteel since the notebook teaser, but I knew it was going to end up more with a K-pop feel when they released the song teaser. Though, that's more because of Rito's direction. Rito in general has been leaning very heavily towards pop-oriented songs and that can be seen even in their recent Worlds songs.

Also... 6 members and only 4 actually sing. Blinks. Coming soon: skinlines with majority of the members not singing.

tl;dr I don't dislike it. I think it's okay. But it's missing the same impact as Rito's existing songs.

#mun

[fitzrove]

TdV plot summary but with the symbolism being made painfully apparent (Kunze said once that vampire bites = sex) (contains mentions of sexual assault, though very brief and vague. All discussion of Magda and Chagal is omitted because that storyline is a Mess. Not explicit but also not for under 18's)

Alfred and Sarah are innocent youths. The conservative world around them desperately doesn't want them to have sex (of any kind) - the village Sarah lives in works obsessively to keep the local Sex Maniac away, and Professor Abronsius has made his life's mission to eradicate People Having Sex. But one day the Sex Maniac (also known as Count von Krolock) shows up and tells Sarah that sex condemns you to eternal life and a cynical existence (Gott ist Tot) but also that it's thrilling and cool (Einladung zum Ball). Sarah is intrigued but Alfred is terrified and thwarts the invitation by alerting the professor. Sarah's parents punish her for disobeying them. Later, however, she sneaks out again, with the intention of running away; Alfred is outside too, and together they dream of freedom somewhere far away (Draussen ist Freiheit). Alfred still thinks going to the castle (to have sex) is scary and dangerous, but in the end, Sarah resolves to go anyway, distracts him and runs away (Die Roten Stiefel).

Instead of staking Chagal, the professor and Alfred task him with leading them to the castle. In front of it (Vor dem Schloss), Krolock tells Alfred that they should have sex (look, "sink with me into the sea of time" kinda implies that Krolock's offering to bite him, and also, "fühl die Wohllust, dich aufzugeben" helppp??), that Alfred shouldn't think too hard about conservative, stifling morals and that freeing himself is the way to the Enlightenment that Alfred thinks he's pursuing with the professor's cold, logical approach. Alfred gets spooked and runs away.

Sarah and Krolock have a duet (Totale Finsternis) about how thirsty they are - for either new experiences (Sarah) or just plain thirsty/looking for environmental enrichment to his cynical boredom (Krolock), but resolve to wait until the ball. Meanwhile, Alfred has an erotically charged nightmare (Carpe Noctem) where he bangs Krolock first, after which he, emboldened (?), delivers Sarah into Krolock's arms and is therefore guilty for her "loss of innocence" - but also can't resist partaking in "taking it" from her. He wakes up, relieved that his anxieties weren't real (Ein Perfekter Tag), and resolves to destroy Krolock (non-sexual) before Krolock destroys him and Sarah. But in the end, he hesitates and can't do it (In der Grüft) - even though the professor attempts to convince him to do it, for Sarah's sake.

Later, Alfred finds Sarah, attempting to persuade her to flee once again. Sarah is resolved not to go until after the ball. Alfred still doesn't understand why she doesn't want to flee, but swears to stay by her no matter what (Für Sarah).

Herbert comes close to assaulting Alfred until the professor intervenes (Wenn Liebe in dir Ist). Afterwards, Krolock shows up to gloat; he says that the professor, given his academic interest in sex, should have some ("you have to become what you study!"), and taunts Alfred, telling him that the enlightenment (and, therefore, sex) he subconsciously seeks can only be found at the castle, and that if he flees, he won't reach it.

Krolock laments that, through his cynicism and greed, he ends up destroying or "ruining" every romantic/intimate relationship he has (Die Unstillbare Gier).

At the ball, Krolock and Sarah finally Have The Sex, and he implies that the professor and Alfred are free real estate for everyone else (ouch). However, the humans manage to escape before anything happens. But, as the professor sits down to scribble down notes, Sarah takes initiative and her and Alfred Have The Sex. Alfred, to quote him, finds it "not bad at all" despite his fears. They escape into the wide world hand in hand, impliedly with the intention to have sex with lots more people agfghagfhjs, and the finale number is about how YOU (the audience) are NEXT

#tbh this wasnt needed at all as a post its just me wanting to make the point that krolock implied he'd bite alfred and kunze said #'homoeroticism? in MY musical? noooooo' #krolock actually meant it in a straight buddy way #musicals #theatre #i dont want to put this in the main tag its maybe too unhinged #ramble

[victorluvsalice]

Merry Christmas SatiricalDemon!

@thesatiricaldemon *waves* So you requested a fic about Daniel, Dommik, and N on an inter-dimensional vacation to one of my other fic verses...and the very first thing that came to mind was a follow up on a thread about a certain crystalline butterfly birthday present Dan sent to the Victors that my Secundus boy found very inspiring. XD So yeah, that's what you're getting. Hope you enjoy!

This Feels Like A Recipe For Disaster

“. . .and that allowed me to dampen the threat response! They still react if one of the flock gets injured, but it’s more of a ‘chase away the potential threat’ thing – they won’t try a full swarm unless you full-on shatter one of them.”

“Oh, excellent, excellent! And I see in your notes here you were looking to see if you could get different colors – I would imagine that if you added that lovely compound to the caterpillar mid-metamorphosis, you could get a truly acidic shade of green!”

“Maybe, but that also has a good chance of completely destabilizing the metamorphosis entirely. . .though I guess it’s all about how much I add. . .”

Alice looked over at the two, hunched over the main experimentation table in Victor’s greenhouse lab, and shook her head fondly. “I’m sorry, it sounds like they may be at this for a while,” she commented, turning back to their other two guests. “Victor was – very inspired by that little gift your Dr. Daniel sent along for his birthday.”

“So I can see,” Dommik said, grinning in that rather off-kilter way he had. Then again, Alice supposed that since he was really some sort of odd vampire-worm thing running around in a human suit (and how she wished she didn’t know that), it was only to be expected. “Daniel was hoping that he’d enjoy the statue, but I don’t think he expected him to try and recreate it.”

Normally it’s a bad idea for anyone to attempt to copy anomalous flora and fauna, N added, their cold gaze fixed on Daniel and Victor as they kept exchanging ideas on tweaks to the crystalline butterflies Victor was working on. But your husband seems to have a rare talent in that regard.

“Only because it’s a butterfly, I’m sure,” Alice replied, folding her arms. “Lepidoptery is Victor’s specialty. He can work with other insects too – we’ve got a hive of modified bees from a honey-making venture he attempted a little while back – and he’s got some talent with engineering, but butterflies and moths are where he shines.” She grinned. “Possibly because his very first project as a Touched was figuring out how to make them glow.”

“Oooh! I’d love to see that!” Dommik said, excitement shining through his eye sockets. “I’m sure they’re beautiful!”

“They are – and much less deadly than the creatures you lot apparently deal with on a daily basis,” Alice said, glancing between them and Daniel. “I thought Secundus could be a rowdy place to live sometimes, but after the stories you’ve told us of your world, it seems almost – peaceful.”

It is a difficult place to exist sometimes, N agreed. But we have found happiness there, regardless of the circumstances. They tilted their head at her. I do still find it interesting you do not exhibit the same Hume potential as the Alice we know at home.

“Oh, I’d love to be able to bend reality to my will,” Alice grumbled. “It’d make life so much easier. . .then again, your Alice seems to have had a very different life to mine, even if some of the broader events match up?”

“Mmm? Oh, yes – I’ve noticed your meta-narrative placement is much different from hers,” Daniel commented, looking up from the notepad he’d been sharing with Victor. “As is this Victor’s from the one I know. No waking up Emily means no potential for necromancy at all!”

“I’ll take raising butterflies over raising the dead,” Victor mumbled, scribbling something with a frown. “Hmmm – I’m not entirely sure that’s adding up right. . .”

“I’m just wondering where Smiler is,” Dommik said, looking around.

Alice blinked, then glanced over at Victor, who looked equally confused. “Ah – who?”

“You know – Smiler! Your themfriend?”

“Wrong universe, dearest,” Daniel said, with a slightly softer version of his trademark manic grin. “This romantic situation was resolved before their creation – though they may be here somewhere in potentia! Perhaps I could look into the matter!”

“Who are they?” Victor asked. “Other than a ‘themfriend.’” He smiled, tone light. “What, are we supposed to be a threesome too?”

Daniel laughed. “You could if you wanted to be! In fact, in studying the meta-verse for this trip, I actually located a reality where you and Alice are part of a nine-person polycule!”

Alice and Victor shared another, much more astonished glance. “. . .all right, now you have to tell us about that one,” Alice said after a moment, shaking her head. “Because I have got to know.”

#thesatiricaldemon #merry xmas #christmas fic #xmas fic #fanfic #secundus #eldritch hellworld valice #yeah my brain went 'okay honestly the world they'd probably fit into the best is Secundus but' #'...omg I could do a follow up to Secundus!Victor wanting to recreate that super-dangerous butterfly' XD #I think it turned out pretty well! #hoping the trio sound at least mostly in-character #reread a bit of Beneath A Broken Sky to get an idea of how they should talk #the Smiler bit at the end is a nod to where people probably EXPECTED me to go with this #with the nine-person polycule being 'Running Headlong Into The Bullshit' #the mega polycule with Preston Garvey and Piper Wright added to the mix XD #seriously hope you enjoy #and thanks again for Beneath A Broken Sky :) #queued

[warofchanges]

Drabble prompt: B insinuates L had a type (smart twinky Japanese murderers) and that Light was a major downgrade. Light is mortified by the insinuation but also can't help but insist that he would've been a major upgrade compared to B. LMAO

As the day wore on, the heat climbed higher, even higher, for a mid-summer day. Rivulets of sweat slid down his forehead, his shirt soaked and oppressively clinging to his back. Light felt the cotton stretching uncomfortably against his skin as he leaned against the wooden counter, seeking relief in the shadows of the empty pub and the cold glass of whiskey in his hand.

The sweet buzz of the fan with the jingle-jangle of bottles shifting order on the shelves would lull even a workaholic God… He could ask for more minutes of rest, but the sudden slam of the door opening didn't agree, apparently.

"Hello there, Yagami."

Light knew Beyond was there before the man talked. With eyes closed, sipping his drink in total peace, his ears well-captured the agonizing sounds of heels stomping on the floor and fingers drumming against the counter saying in Morse code ─ 'Hello God of the assholes'.

"Beyond." Light had the decency to say before gesturing for another drink. "What brings you here?"

"Gossiping. Well─ it's likely to become the talk of the town soon." Beyond poured himself a drink from a bottle, grinning in Light's direction. Who was still pretending he didn't exist ─ too bad, he would get the long-awaited attention within seconds. "Good ol' L really like murders. And murderers. To L─ being in direct contact with a killer felt like bathing in blood during a carnage. The benefits of walking barefoot in the hot fluids, viscera squishing under the soles, you know, that subtle rolling massage that makes your skin crawl and de-stress from all the tension… Aaah."

Beyond gulped down the alcohol, cheeks flushing with loving memories.

"Nah, killer Gods cannot know. They just hold their fingers like this," He turned towards Light, fingers aiming at his head like a gun. "And, puff, he's deaaaad! Deader than dead! HA HA HA."

Light huffed in silence, forehead sinking against his glass as he counted down to ten to refrain his venom ─ was it worth killing this man with his bare hands? "Beyond. Get to the point."

"L fell on disgrace liking Kira." The lonely audience of Light and the barman was enough for the sociopath to jump on the counter and walk down his catwalk, dripping alcohol at every step by swinging the bottle with only him would define elegant energy. "I don't really understand what he found in a kid playing God with a damn pen and a notebook, doing all the pfewh pfewh in the obscurity of his cute little bedroom─" Heels planted in front Light, Beyond crouched down to observe the man who stole L's attention from him. "And jerking off on an L scribbled on a piece of paper like 'Oh captain, oh my captain L, roses are red! Violets are blue! But the world is not the same without y─'"

"Excuse me?!"

Light stared back angrily, cheeks flushing─ certainly not because of the heat wave or the alcohol in his veins. His intention to ignore B's insinuations crashed to pieces the moment he spat back his retort. "Then, I guess L wasn't fond of sociopath killers who even failed at setting themselves on fire!"

The answer was yes ─ yes, he would kill this man with his bare hands right now.

"You don't see the poetic in the scorching fire of a suicide murder!" "Accept the fact he liked me more than you!" "Your hands have no knowledge of the ecstasy of disembowelment! Oh L, if you only let me show you─" "Your worm-shaped brain cells coming back to the underground? Oh, I am sure he would love that." "You're unworthy of his attention, little illusion of a God." "Worthier than you, asshole─"

───

"STOP!" Mello roared from his director's chair, throwing away the script that Beyond and Light weren't following ─ obviously. "STOP, FUCKIN' STOP YOU TWO! "

Matt rolled his eyes as it was already the twenty-ninth failed attempt at shooting the same scene ─ he had told Mello from the start that it was a bad idea involving both Beyond and Kira in a memorial documentary of L.

#death note #light yagami #beyond birthday #beyondthebackup #; woc notes #thank you for the request!! #it's not relevant but #I imagined Beyond and Light singing The Other Side like Hugh Jackman and Zac Efron #I can't get over it lmaoo #I loved that musical