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hasaniwalker · 1 year

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A word about Alice

“Have you seen that evil Alice in Wonderland game at best buy?”

That was how I was introduced to it. A game that would stay with me for years after. I had no idea what the person was talking about at my high school in the A.V. room. I was there frequently, editing my first stop motion film (An adaptation of Edgar Allan Poe’s the Raven). They told me she had a knife and there was a thin cat next to her. I was intrigued and the next time I was at best buy I wandered to the Computer Game department and found the box.

That’s when I was introduced to American McGee's Alice.

I feel like I should mention, I was not and still am not really a PC gamer. I do console games mostly and reserve my computer for animation and editing. This game however, I needed to play it. I was gripped by the image. The stark red background. The haunting stare of the character. the hand on the knife. It was unapologetically dark and I was obsessed.

I went online wanting to learn more. It was early 2000 and my home internet was still dial up. I still recall going online to the Alice website and finding a countdown page. It was a music box, a child singing in the background, a terribly broken tune looping as the box threatened to open. It was haunting and perfect. I’d come home from school and for the short moment while I was the only one there, I’d go to the site and let that strange tune play though the house. At the end of the countdown, the box opened to reveal a decaying baby doll head (All of this is from memory and may be distorted by time. I unfortunately can’t find any images of the countdown page.) It stirred something in me to see that page come to life. It was the early days of internet. The time of MySpace. So the site was crude by today’s standards, but it was the most amazing thing to me at the time.

I’d leave it open on one of the computers while I was in A.V. at school. friends would come and we’d watch Alice move (sitting up from her seat, marveling at her blade, dusting off her dress.)

And of course, take time to show anyone the trailer.

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I remember this time of being a teenager entering adulthood, feeling misunderstood, anxious, scared, and losing myself in the music of Garbage, Poe and Crystal Method. Alice fit right in to the aesthetic of everything I saw at the time. If Wednesday was the goth friend saying and liking macabre things, Alice was the older teen sister angry with the world and ready to scream at it with you. She was grunge, she was dark, she was frightening and wonderful.

I couldn’t afford the game, but I could afford the soundtrack. I ordered it from Amazon. A site that was also in it’s early days at the time. I hadn’t ordered much form the site, but I needed this.

I’ll always remember when the email alert came. My package had been delivered. There was a storm that day. I lived in Phoenix Arizona, and when we have storms it looks like the world is ending. The sky was dark, the thunder was loud. You had to get inside. I came home and went to the mailbox. The CD shape of the package nearly made my heart stop. I knew what it was, but holding it felt like an achievement. I listened to that music daily.

Now, so you know, I didn’t just admire this game from afar. I did get the game for my birthday one year. I had talked about it so much that it was almost certain my mom would remember. It was the first computer game I owned. I was terrible at using a keyboard for games and couldn’t get through the first few levels without a huge amount of struggle. It was a lot of getting used to and I loved it.

From the opening cinematic, the menu screen, the sound of the bell when you start the game. It was exactly what I wanted.

At the time I couldn’t think of another game like Alice. It felt tailored made from people with my mindset. A frightful game with a deep story and a character I immediately identified with. At a time where games had very action oriented goals, Alice gave a backstory of an asylum even coming with a patient log for Alice. All of it detailing the terrible fire, her mental state, and the struggle she was going through.

The best part of this was that I wasn’t alone in my admiration for this story. You could walk into Hot Topic and Tower Records and be greeted by large Alice statues modeled from the box art that captured my imagination from the start.

I wanted to see more of this character. I dreamed of seeing a movie someday.

And it almost seemed like I would get my wish.

There was news that a film was being developed of Alice with Wes Craven directing and possibly Natalie Portman or Sarah Michelle Gellar playing Alice. part of me hoped for an animated film with the original voices, but I was still gripped by this news.

At the time, I didn’t consider myself a horror person (feels weird to write that now since I think I’ve always really been one). I didn’t really seek out horror films and avoided gore. But I wanted Alice to by a disturbing and imaginative experience. I wanted to be scared watching this while feeling for the main protagonist and wanting her to reclaim her mind.

In a world where this film went the way I hoped, people would have movie nights today of Midsommar, Pearl and Alice. It would be a film that would take you somewhere you were afraid to go, but couldn’t look away from.

But then...I heard the movie wasn’t happening...and news of Alice stopped.

I never stopped thinking about that macabre girl and her journey through a tattered land of her mind. I listened to the music, revisited the game and also drew her now and then. lines from the game even made it into my typical dialogue (”Promise only what you can deliver” wise words).

I also still dreamed of seeing a film someday and would imagine who would play Alice (for a while I kept seeing Emma Watson as the character, but also still like the idea of an animated Alice.)

Then, one day, watching Attack of the Show on G4. I saw the most unexpected image.

Alice was coming back, and this time she would be on consoles.

The thrill was back, and as soon as a trailer came out, I immediately shared it with everyone.

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I was quick to buy the game when it came out, and it was wilder than I could have hoped. A gripping story with tragedy, beautiful animations and moments that sent a chill through me. The kind of chills that made me pause the game and take in what I was seeing. The sight of a monstrous train rampaging through wonderland was a gift. The way Alice’s mind would unravel things was mesmerizing. Seeing life in London through her eyes and getting more of the history of the character (and the twist of the Red Queen’s identity) it was perhaps the only game that really pulled me in fully. I love games like the Arkham series, Bioshock, Horizon, Silent Hill, and so on. Alice to me felt like something more. I wasn’t trying to save a city or save someone, I was playing to help retain someone’s sanity.

The fascination with this character and world was just as alive as when I first saw all of it. I bought the art of book and still go through it and use it as a bit of inspiration if I have a creativity block.

I carried my love for the character all the way to my work in animation and even built a stop motion puppet while I was working on Guillermo Del Toro’s Pinocchio film. A character who I was so taken by in high school now stood on my desk.

All this is to say that this take on Alice Liddell and her fantasy world has had a great influence on me. I was prepared to continue following this story and I hoped to someday see her find her way to the big screen and have a final story where she would come to peace with what happened to her.

The news that the tale of Alice is not going to continue is devastating. It’s troubling to see so many stories be brought to an abrupt end. for finales to never be given and answers to questions to be lost forever.

There are a lot of stories that I believe deserve to be told, but we’re constantly given entertainment that’s simple, easily digestible, with nothing to say except to reference nostalgia and trend online. It’s hard to find something that you can connect with. Something that you need a moment to think about after you’ve seen it. Something that gets you emotionally. These things are found mostly in the passion projects of creatives. The projects they pour so much into and want to present to the world. The projects that are not just made with earnings in mind, but also how you’ll connect to the audience. I think these projects are important. They push us to look further in and to question how we connect and interact with a story.

Too easily these types of ideas are thrown aside now and it’s harder for anyone to finish the tale they wanted to present to the world if it doesn’t fit with what a studio algorithm says. It may be a dark time to be a creative right now, but I’ll remember the stories that I connected with. The ones that hit an emotional part of me and made me stop and think about a new perspective on life, fear, depression, joy and how I connect to these things.

Thank you American Mcgee and the Alice team for taking me and many others through a Wonderland that reached into our very soul.

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papaver-decervicatus · 8 months

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Cat/Mouse/Den: Pt. 4, Mus Urbanus

Fatal attraction is one thing but stuck on a stakeout, a certain little mouse decides to push her luck with the cat who's been chasing her... just how far is too far, and how much more can they take?

CW: Obsession, stalking, canon typical violence, intrusive thoughts, unsanitary wound care

Authors Note: Hahaha, remember how I said I was going to do shorter updates? Yeah well, I felt really bad for missing the previous week but I did have a lot of terrible IRL shit happen, so working through that was a priority. That being said, going back through all the amazing comments and everything everyone has written has been absolutely keeping me afloat! Thank you all so so so so so much, you will never know how much it all means to me.

There are a couple of Hannibal references in this part that, hopefully, will start to make sense by the last part of the story (which was, coincidentally, the first part written!) Not going to lie, I am just glad to publish this so I never have to think about this damned part again as I have been stuck on in for literal months. Also sorry if Soap's accent sucks, the only experience I have with anything remotely Scottish in the way of language tendency is my grandmother whose father was a Scottish immigrant and that's it.

Anyways, I hope you like agnst and interrogation scenes, because next week, König loses his faith in god and in mouse while tied to a chair! See you there!

❣️Cura ut Veleas ~ Caedis 🥀

PREV | Pt. 4 Mus Urbanus | 4.2k words | Mouse POV | NEXT

“Mouse?” A voice from in front of her calls out, but only after she deliberately drags her feet into the threshold of the neutral ground, alerting him of her presence.

“Quiet as a.” She utters her usual response, stepping into the little flat in Buenos Aries, Argentina. She hears the smile as Soap sucks in a breath at her little joke. Her callback should be old by now, shouldn’t make him smile anymore, but he does anyway. He’s easy to get along with, something hard to come by in war. She crosses the minimal space between the two and takes stock of his little setup.

For a mission, it’s luxurious. He’s sitting, in a chair might she add, with a scope poking barely out of an antique window on the 7th floor of an apartment building, looking into a busy market square. His arms rest on a table littered with little signs of life, a map of the area adorned with notes and coordinates in inexpensive ink, no less than 7 pens whose caps are chewed through (everyone’s got bad habits but this little sin of his drives poor Price up and down the goddamn wall), two disposable cups with sediment rings denoting how much instant coffee was drunk from them at a time before they returned to their places besides their drinker. Most notably, however, are two radios in a strange moment of near fornication– backs ripped open and wires crossed in an almost pornographic display of field ingenuity.

Damn demolition specialists, she hears the echo of Gaz say in her head and she absentmindedly rubs the scabbed over cut on her left hand where the shrapnel of a certain someone’s frag grenade got her two weeks ago. She wants to be mad but-

“Hear any good ones, lately?” Soap turns to her, he’s disengaging from his post, changing his guard for her to take his spot, just as command ordered. He’s been in this little nest for about 6 hours and she can feel his desire to scuttle and tinker about radiating off of him. As he takes apart his gun, already aware and familiar that she refuses to use anyone’s but her own, his eyes shine to life. The color of sky blue permafrost, yet they radiate a certain lived-in warmth impossible to distance yourself from. Eyes almost like-

She bites her tongue at the thought. Bad time to be thinking about König… she mourns. But, speaking of the man.

“Yes, but it’s bad,” she offers, in fake warning as she sheds her outer jacket before moving to unhook the case that stands between her and the assembly of her gun. She knows the warning will only intrigue the poor pyrotechnic more.

His smile is nothing short of sadistic as he raises an eyebrow.

“No, like, really bad,” she emphasizes, throwing a pleading look his way. His grin gets even more shit-eating-er if that sort of thing were even possible. “I mean it, MacTavish. Pass it along to your long-suffering Lieutenant, and you will be picking teeth out of your shit.” “I’m sure I’ve done worse to Ghost,” he supplies, rolling his shoulders. Yeah, I’m sure you have, she thinks but is much too self-preserving to say, especially aware that the Frankenstien’s monster of a radio he’s resurrected from two dead circuit boards is likely not secure enough to promise any real privacy. She would rather not alert Simon Riley that she’s become a dealer in his and Soap’s arm’s race of terrible jokes. He does not take prisoners, after all…

“Alright, alright, just don’t tell him it’s from me,” she smiles, putting her hands up defensively in a quick jest. “Okay, play along with me now,” he nods along as he steps away from the perch and lets her take his spot at the table.

“So, what's the difference between a piano, a fish, and a gluestick?”

“I know about two-thirds o’ this one.”

Mouse trap baited. She smiles.

“Give it a go, then.” She wiggles in the chair, pressing her cheek to the crux of the sight and its metal holder. She sighs into the familiar feeling of control that settles into her bones as she hunches over.

“Can tuna piano but’cha can’t tuna fish?” He supplies, half teasing her already.

“Yep, but you’re forgetting something.” She sighs and goes to fiddle with the red-light optics extension, Command is confident enough in her abilities that she was specifically told to take it off for this one. She hears Soap whisper a quiet ‘oh shite’ behind her when he realizes he probably forgot to himself and she laughs a little.

“What about the glue?”

Mouse trap set. Poor Soap, always getting himself into ambushes…

She smiles wide and hums remembering how excited her kitty-cat was to tell her this part.

“See, I knew you’d get stuck on that one.”

Mouse trap sprung. A moment of silence.

“Oh fuck me, that one is bad.” Soap chokes out a hearty laugh as he collects his discarded coffee cups from her side.

“No thanks,” she purrs as she finally sets herself into position. “Use it at your discretion, soldier.”

“Aye, that I will.”

Soap goes to rummage through the kitchenette to her right and she takes the moment she lacks supervision to indulge herself. She does not move her sights to alert the man with her of the wandering of her eyes, instead, she scans windows and alleys without visual aid. The stale air threatens to choke her as she rakes over the golden-hued morning scene with desperate efficiency.

After what feels like an eternity of stolen glances switching between her targeted area and anywhere he may be, she sees him.

Technically, she has no way to know for certain that it’s König, she doesn’t have his usual wave or cheeky grin (affectionately referred to as a Cheshire Cat Smile in her own belabored heart) to alert her to his presence. That being considered, there is a masculine figure barely peeking out of a window into an alleyway who is just shy of 7 feet tall and his face is covered. Yeah, probably König. She smiles despite herself and her company. She wonders if he has radio access to her little hideout.

(She remembers the seemingly endless weeks of his arrival to her perch. The early morning light hits the streets the same way it had hit the forest ground that day. Like a fairy tale prince, beseeching a princess on hand and knee, he would always somehow appear in her sights, nearly as though it was just meant to be!

His form stands out tall and proud from its surroundings and she recounts every single reason he should not be here. By the third time their eyes caught she’d decided he was doing it on purpose, but she never let him get away with it without some acknowledgment on her side. She can only imagine that if she’s getting hunted for sport, her calling out his position will, at least temporarily, halt his advance.

But by this rate, she’ll be in his mouth by the end of the year.

His eyes are cold and bloodshot red. Painted tears lick their way down the hood she’s never seen him without, possibly a feeble attempt at impersonality? Maybe if he looks enough like a monster people will just trust their first assumption and leave him alone. But she’s never been one to judge a book by its cover…

“I see you, König.” She warns out to him. He stills among the foliage, bathed in sweet-honey-like warmth from the rising sun. He does not shy away from his imminent death on the business end of her rifle, of course not! Instead, he raises his chest proudly, seemingly aware that the loneliness in her yields to whatever greater magnetism the loneliness in him commands. He’s an enigma, it bothers her that of all the people to put the effort into finding her, it has to be him. Mostly she curses herself for promising him a next time all those encounters ago, if she’d known what sort of a game it would inspire in the predator stalking her like prey despite her flipping sniper rifle, she never would have said a thing.

He may be in her scope, but he’s got her under a finer microscope to seek her out so faithfully. She wishes she got this sort of dizzying devotion from someone, anyone else. It is the third day this week he has found her.

What she expects to happen is what has happened for weeks now, 1) he hears her transmission, 2) he smiles at her as a predator smiles at pray, his eyes find hers and her hackles rise in utter terror, and 3) he hums to himself and turns away, self-satisfied enough to have won hide-and-seek for the time being.

That does not happen.

Instead, König sits down, right where he is, and pulls out that monster of a knife he keeps strapped to himself. He throws it up and catches it without looking at it, instead his eyes are laser-focused on Mouse. This is, of course, despite the fact he should have no earthly idea where she is. He plays with his knife idly for what must be an hour, but she does not- no, can not- look away from him.

She remembers her trigger finger twitching with sinful power, she remembers choking back the insistence at killing another lonely person, devoid of their autonomy on a basic level when they signed up for a mercenary-issued ticket to hell.

She remembers hopelessness. She remembers refusal. She remembers the smile reaching his eyes when she played along with his joke.

“Why don’t rats like cats?” Her radio labors out.

She half forgot what his voice sounded like, surprisingly excitable and shrill for a man of his stature. Her brain stutters around the implication of the only words she’s heard him say to her since the fateful ravine that gained Mouse her own personal 6’10” shadow.

She blinks a few times in surprise, genuinely pondering if her long hours hiking through the woods have made her susceptible to hallucination and general hysteria. She is not thinking when she timidly responds-

“Why?”

“Because they are weapons of maus-destruction.” Konig replies like it’s not the stupidest thing she’s ever heard in her goddamn life. Perhaps it's pity at the memory of his discomfort around his comrades. Of the thought of the way he tries to make his body so small when around others (truly an impossible task he routinely fails.) Maybe it’s irrational fear, twofold and buried in her instinct to shoot despite the clear disadvantage on his behalf and her insistence that she does not do her damn job, or fear of the inhuman man in front of her stalking her through the woods. Or it could be discomfort, no one ever prepared her for dealing with whatever the fuck this is in basic training or field school. In the end, it doesn’t really matter what it is.

In the sparkling, decadent light of a sunrise, her heart hammers in her throat at the first joke he’d told her, in some strange and desperate attempt to fill the meters of silence between them.

She laughs.

And he hears it.

And with his wide stance, his ghastly executioner’s hood in the place of a crown, and his knife back in its holster- his beautiful eyes seem to smile. Suddenly, his eyes look lived in, like someone has just put up new curtains in an abandoned house. His whole affect changes hinging on what was an irresponsible outburst on her behalf at best.

And for the first time, she does not fear a monster hunting her through the woods, silent and purposeful in his pursuit of prey. Instead, she wants to understand a man, whose eyes have lit up like a princess has just laughed when he kissed her hand.)

Soap wanders back into her small perch with two cups of coffee and sets one down next to her. She takes a quick glance and hums with appreciation. He takes another sip out of his and she remembers that they’re supposed to share shift for about an hour before his rotation ends.

“You treat all your girls to coffee in the morning?” She quips.

“Only the pretty ones,” he returns with an effortless charisma and her breath catches.

Not because of Soap, but because in that alleyway, where she really shouldn’t be looking, she sees the uneasy rise of two massive shoulders and-

Oh my god, did König just… get jealous?

The next idea she has is downright evil, really this is not the place or the time or any of that but-

Fuck it. She’s already flirting with the enemy, what more could this do? She’s already told the poor mountain of a man something dangerously adjacent to “God I really missed you when we didn’t talk to each other for three weeks like a horny teenager and by the way I love you desperately and think about you when I’ve got my hands down my pants,” and she probably imagined him tensing up, anyways. No harm, no foul.

Maybe, it's dangerous, to wave a steak in front of a mountain lion, but what if she wants to get mauled?

“Hey Soap, what page are you on?” She says, putting her terrible plan into action. She sees him look up from his report, or more likely an idle sketch, on her periphery.

“Ah, only the second chapter, did'ya move my bookmark?”

“Nope, the book’s in the leftmost pocket in my duffle.”

“Thank ya,” He says and moves from his spot to go fetch the book from it. She takes a quick sip of her coffee, delighted to realize he’s made it to her specifications as far as milk and sugar go, as he rummages around in her bag.

The impromptu book club started nearly eight months ago when Nova passed her copy of Emma by Jane Austen off to Gromsko to help him with his English. That turned into Mouse recommending the book Jane Eyre to Nova on the pure suspicion that she would hate it, which she did. Gromsko still needed to practice and enjoyed the spirited discussions so he joined the blossoming group with an English copy of The Doll by Aleksander Głowacki after he finished Jane Eyre. Never one to be left out, and surprisingly well-read when he wanted to be, Soap had pitched the idea of The Lord of the Flies (because to quote “Fucking Brits,” and he wanted to subject others to his high-school reading list.) If she remembered correctly, Farah and Reyes had also started sharing copies of books they enjoyed occasionally.

“Can’t believe it was Gromsko that put it in rotation.” Soap says, pulling out a well-worn copy of The Silence of the Lambs from the bag.

“He said he picked it up years ago in Polish thinking it was a cooking field guide.” She offers, as the man next to her idly thumbs through pages.

“Yer shitting me, yeah?”

She just shakes her head and smiles into her scope. Soap laughs and removes his homemade bookmark, a pencil sketch of a stake-out view somewhere in Mexico scribbled onto scrap paper. He keeps his thumb on the page and flips through to where hers is, much further along.

“Yer a right romantic, ain’cha Bonnie?” Soap laughs somewhere between the pages and somewhere behind her. “Hmm?”

“This part, that’ya highlighted,” she hears a well-meaning sneer in his words. “The one you put the hearts by and everything…”

Mouse’s mouth tethers itself into a terse line and she attempts her best noncommittal shrug.

Somewhere in her line of sight, a mountain shrugs himself chuckling lightly. She wonders what it would feel like, to lay on his broad, muscled chest as he laughs, how closely he would hold her, how she could rest entirely on top of his chest and not touch the ground beneath them and-

“I’m not sure what you’re talking about.” She lies through her teeth. Soap’s laugh behind her is loud and proud. Suddenly, his casual sadism isn’t so amusing when turned around on her.

“Do you think it's because I like to look at you and think about eating you up—“ he reads from the book, voice dripping in mock chivalry and breathless romanticism. “About how you would taste?"

She feels her cheeks and ears heat up as Soap loudly proclaims her funeral to all those who may care, and she doesn’t miss the way König leans a little too close to his radio as he goes about mocking her. His stance shifts as if he hangs on the very words like he’s found a secret buried deep in her subconscious. Technically, she has no way of knowing, but Mouse knows in her heart that König is smiling. At least someone is having fun.

Once Soap comes down from his laughing fit he puts her bookmark back to its spot and talks at the back of her head.

“With your pressed flower bookmark and everything. Oh, it would be sweet if he wasn’t Hannibal the Cannibal.” Soap hisses out. “I always figured you were…” he pauses searching for the right word, “adventurous from how Gromsko talks bout ya, but seriously cannibalism?”

If she’s not mistaken, König’s hand grips ever so slightly tighter on the radio attached to the best. Maybe the battle plan has to change, but she’s still got some ideas.

Soap is completely oblivious to the electricity licking up the air between her perch and one man on the ground. He looks around frantically, seemingly desperate to find her, and look in her eyes. Mouse is a sniper, she really should hate the attention, but something fatalistic descends into her smile as she lets Soap continue his little outburst.

“I swear. You and him, yer sure there’s nothing there? He’s even given you special field medicine lessons, no one gets treatment like that from Gromsko.”

“His name is Sobieslaw.” Notably, it is not a denial. Technically, everything that’s just been said is the truth.

König’s shoulders rise.

He looks right down her site.

She smiles.

Come and get me, kitty-cat.

“See! That’s what I’m talking about. You’re the only person who calls him by his first name.”

“Because you never put in the effort to learn it.”

“That don’t mean a thing since I don’t have tits.”

“You do, just not as good as mine.”

“Aye, off it. Gromsko is into you.” She can hear from the way Soap’s voice carries haphazardly around the room that he is pacing and talking with his hands. She doesn’t turn her back, gaze still fixated on the looming shadow in her sights. Soap continues, entirely unaware of the exact type of beast he is tempting. “He swaggers around you, never even bothers to fucking ask to pick up your boxes, he just does it. His voice gets all soft around ya, too, like he’s cooing at a goddamn pet animal or something. He nearly got into an actual pissing contest with Ghost the other day when he bitched about you beating him in poker. Face the facts, Bonnie, he wants you.”

König’s eyes have focused with the ferocity of an apex predator and his chest labors out concentrated and sharp inhales and exhales. He resembles a recently sharpened knife, desperate for some carnage after a particular kind of attention. His body is crumpled in on itself not unlike a cat getting ready to pounce. His heels dig desperately into the cobblestones beneath his feet. His hand flicks out his beloved Glock field knife with all the reverence of a praying man.

In short, he looks every part like he does in immediate battle. He looks like he did the split second before he started sprinting for her in the snowy woods, the scene that occupies her lonely nights when she tries in complete vanity to recreate the feel of his hands cradling her sides.

Mouse should be scared of König.

Instead, she sees before her a scene of complete and hopeless adoration focused so intently on her alone that she should be afraid of. Realistically, she recognizes the clear and present danger of the moment. Is König upset at her? At Soap? At a potential adversarial suitor by way of Gromsko? She doesn’t quite know, but after a career of intentionally hiding like a coward, she basks infatuated by the calamitous captivation he exhibits.

He looks like he wants to maul something to death.

As keen as she is on getting him close enough to try to get over to her (and ideally, throw her under him,) in her infinite mercy, Mouse decides the teasing has gone on long enough.

“I like Gromsko just fine, but not like that.” Soap audibly scoffs and König’s entire form relaxes. Both men mutter something to themselves before an encore of gunfire breaks out. Mouse’s heart stutters to a stop when her radio comes in.

“Visual on Gaz, he’s hit!” Nova calls out, clearly alarmed. Soap grabs for the radio right next to Mouse and brings it to his face, holding onto a few loose wires as he does to ensure the amalgamation does not fall apart in his fingers.

“Where is he?”

“Two blocks from south from you, Gromsko is a click out.”

Soap looks at Mouse with his heart bobbing in his throat. The pain and worry on his face is palpable.

“Go.” She says. Soap looks around frantically at their supplies, seemingly taking a split second worth of inventory, making as many life-or-death decisions as he can in such little time.

“Soap, listen to me,” Mouse soothes. “I keep overwatch, you take my TAC vest and stabilize him until he can get a medic.”

“Mouse, I can’t just leave you-” “You can, and you will. Go.” She says with all the finality of a door slamming shut. Soap doesn’t look at her again as he gathers her supplies and nearly sprints downstairs.

Soap leaves. Quickly. Quietly. He never looks back.

Her stomach settles into discomfort and she looks through the door he closed with the same sad nostalgia she looked through falling snow and monumentous trees. She can’t help but think she would not get the same priority in Gaz’s situation. Like some terrible premonition, she imagines bleeding out on the ground as Soap turns away, never once looking back.

Would König come for me? She ponders, before she smothers the paranoia-induced delusion with the memory of his large hands on her sides. She looks down at her shoelace, where she carved a cylindrical hole through his effigy to attach it. The birchwood mouse carving that sleeps at her right toe gives a silent reassurance: he never really left you, did he?

By the time she looks back into her scope, in between the all-too-familiar white noise of war that’s broken out around her, she sees a shadow dart out from the alleyway one down from where König is. The figure is cloaked in the specific type of military fatigue denoting his affiliation, one that is unluckily for him, kill on sight. It ducks behind the building to the right, where König is. It stalks out, lining itself up behind the hooded man, brandishing a drawn pistol.

König doesn’t have the time to react to the blood spray that litters across his back from the other man’s head once Mouse pulls the trigger on her gun, silently thankful (as awful as it is,) that Gaz getting hurt allowed her to take the shot without Soap inquiring into her actions. (But maybe it’s her fault in the first place that König was distracted enough to allow someone to get the drop on him…)

König looks back towards her and his head lulls to the side like a heavy flower bloom weighed down by morning dew. His eyes, somehow the softest she’s ever seen, are also carving a large chunk of her soul like a knife cuts through soft wood. When he lifts his hood to blow a kiss to her, she knows she will never get her traitorous heart back.

“Danke, mein Engel,” the radio on her table whispers in his voice.

“It’s only fair. I did owe you, after all.” She responds, all together unconcerned with whether or not he can hear her. She smiles, thankful she can see those bright eyes another day.

When he turns away, she feels her entire heart walk away with him. With every step of his fleeting form, she feels less and less herself, as though someone had separated her shadow from where it meets her feet. Something has changed in the air between them, a sad resignation settles into her trigger finger when she releases it.

For the first time, she does not feel as though she wouldn’t run if he took her, but rather that some integral part of her is with him as he leaves.

All is fair in love and war, but she’s not sure just how much longer she can stand to play cat and mouse.

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And special thanks to @bucca2 and @ivymarquis for finally kicking my ass into gear to write this. Can't wait to read yall's WIPs!

#Navigation -> Cat/Mouse/Den #König #König x reader #König x OC #König MWii #König COD #Char: Mouse

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freddie-77-ao3 · 2 months

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Percy Jackson-esque Chapter Titles for a fic i'm writing:

We have friends in holy places (and unholy- Hello Lady Hera!)

What’s Up, Random Person, We’re Kidnapping and Adopting You

Yeah, The Beach Is Nice- Thank You For Not Drowning Us

Hazel Was Dead and Still Knows More Than You

Thank Fuck For The Egyptian- How the Hell Did We End Up In Great Britain

Annabeth Is Obsessed and Bianca Is Possessed- There Goes Christmas

Question Of Our Lives and Today Especially: What The Hell Is Going On?!

Now Would Be A Good Time To Be Anyone Else

Call The Police Because We May Have Just Murdered A Mortal

Ask And You Shall Receive… Sometime In The Next Twenty Years Probably

A Guinea Pig, A Dandelion, A Pine Tree, An Olive Tree and Two Embarrassed Girls Walk Into A Bar

Satan Or Santa? Neither Should Exist And Yet Somehow They’re Both Knocking On Our Tent Door

A Slight Reprieve From The Last Chapter: Connor Comes For You With The Question ‘Do Tents Have Doors?’

And We’re Back, Why Did You Guys Think Our R&R Would Last Long?

Sugar, Spice, Almost Dying Twice (Today)

Would You Put ‘Cheating Death Almost Daily’ Under Experience Or Special Skills?

An Inspirational Trip Through Hell- Persephone Makes Good Brownies

Those Commercials Where People Screw Up The Most Basic Of Tasks In The Most Idiotic Fashion Ever Describes The Current Situation

As The Prophecy Foretold (We Made It Up, But It Came True)

Living Normally? In This Economy?

And Then The Wolves Came… Sike (Thank Fuck)

The Snails Paced Chocolate Bunny Gives Mixed Messages But Good Cereal

What The Hades Is Going On, Someone Explain

Apparently Exploding A Volcano Makes Us 'Irresponsible’

Why Are Cats So Vengeful

Oh Look! An Unhelpful Old Person!

The Adults Are More Annoying Than Leo Valdez and Nico Di Angelo Put Together

They Scream For Ice Cream, I Scream For Sanity

McDonald’s And Raising The Dead- Tuesday Never Looked So Good

Unfortunately, I’m Still Not Dead Or A Dolphin (Not For Lack Of Effort)

Eggs Apparently Don’t Like Being Lost At Sea

I’m Packing Up My Crayons And Leaving

Viva La Pluto, Fuck You Guys

A Guide To Giving Up

Hopefully We Can Do This Without Dying This Time

Lady Dirt Face Fucks Us Over- Apparently Today CAN Get Worse

Apparently The Horse Is A God, And Honestly, Fuck The World- But Not You Potty Sludge

If Love Is In The Air Then We’re Wearing Gas Masks- How We Almost Started A War On Accident

If Love Is An Open Door We Should Close It- Aphrodite And Cupid Both Suck

Vegan Ice Cream Sandwiches For One

I Call Shotgun (Said The Invisible Girl and The Literal Ghost)

I Fucked My Way Into This Mess, I’ll Fuck My Way Out Of It

Things Go Horribly Wrong (Or Horribly Right? It’s Hard To Tell At This Point)

The Fine Art Of Bullshit

We Are Being Hunted And Killed (Why Is This Normal And How Can We Stop It?)

Previously On ‘The Chaos Chronicles”

Cool, Cool, Cool, Cool. Actually It’s Not- Who Lit Katie’s Hair On Fire?!

I’d Like To Say This Is Shocking, But That Would Just Be A Lie

One Hundred And One Monsters, And Twenty Times A Therapist Was Needed

I Am Honestly Surprised That We Are Still Alive, And Apparently So Are The Gods

You Will Never Be A God

Blackmail Only Works If I Care

An Offer I Can Definitely Refuse

Hush Little Baby, Don’t You Cry, You’ll Give Away Our Location, And Then We’ll Die

Only Come Back With Back Up Or A Burger- Maybe Donuts

Doomsday Or Not, Let Me Go Back To Bed, I Haven’t Slept In A Week And I Don’t Care

Practise Doesn’t Make Perfect, Practise Makes A Forest Fire And A Flood

Sea Foam Speaks and A New Person Shatters My Dreams

The Labyrinth Apparently Doesn’t Murder The Already Dead, So Can We Just Die Already?

For A Moment I Forgot Gravity, And As It Seems So Did The Sky, Which Is Good Because I’d Hate To Die Before Breakfast

And God Told Us To Run A Marathon- What Happened To Normal Executions?

At Some Point The Universe Just Needs To Kill Us

There Is Not Enough Faith For This,

No Words Can Explain Dan, The God Of Moths and Accidental Demon Summoning

The Endless and Mysterious Ocean Becomes A Bit Less So, And I Should Have Paid For Diving Lessons

If Best Plus Bitter Equal Better, Then I Am Way Better Than Everyone

Firecrackers And Actual Crackers- Where Is The Cheese

He Likes Art. Terrible Art, But Still Art So I Suppose I’ll Forgive The Sword Through My Head

Hazel Drives Worse Than Thalia Which Says A Lot Because Thalia Crashed Into A Lake- Oh Wait

What Do You Do When The World Almost Ends- And No Nico, The Answer Isn’t Go To McDonalds

This Wasn’t Supposed To Happen (Just Like Me)

Can I Rewrite My Life Story, Because If So I’m Starting With This

I Wasn’t Prepared For Parenthood When I Stopped A Kidnapping, I’m Seven

Patting My Own Back, No One Appreciates Me, Fuck This And Really The Rest Of My Life

Apparently Dying Is Not An Excuse For Being Late, So Fuck You Too

Buying Happy Meals For The Dead Isn’t An Excuse For Being Late

Caped God? I Was Hoping You Had Said Cape Cod

Incoherent Screaming Is Our Theme Song, And I Feel A New Episode On

Who Told Apollo He Could Give Us Presents, Because MCR Is Not A Proper Wake Up Call

It’s Jesus Who Ruined Our Lives This Time, Folks

Don’t Awaken The Ancient One, She Has Anxiety

I Did Not Know That Could Kill Someone, But You Learn Something New Every Day

The Gods Themselves Want Me Dead, You’re Not Special, Todd

Doritos And Death, A How To On Properly Waking And Raising The Dead Featuring A Trip To Alaska

What Was I Thinking? I’m Pretty Certain I Wasn’t

News To No One: The Previously Dead Can’t Drive

I Really Hate Saving The World Actually

How Many Times Is That Threat Going To Work Considering It’s Not Serious? A Surprising Number

Everyone Asks Who We Are, Not How We Are, And Honestly I’m Pretty Hungry

The Gods Hate Me And I Don’t Know Why (I Do Know Why, But I Don’t Care, And Honestly They Shouldn’t Either)

Which Circle Of Hell Are We In Now, Because I Was Not Planning On A Field Trip To Tartarus

We Master The Elements (Some Of Them- We Also Torch And Flood New England)

In Which We Almost Die Again And No One Bats An Eye

Our Lives Would Be Incredibly Saddening If We Could Sit Down And Look At Them, But Leo Burned Our Chairs

The Houseplants Try To Eat Us, And Katie Gets Mad

We Babysit For A God, And Then Adopt His Kids- Surprisingly He’s Fine With This

Dreams Do Come True And That Is Absolutely Not A Good Thing

There Goes My Best Bargaining Chip (Oh And Also His Head)

A Series Of Horrible Decisions- Who Decided I Was The Leader

Hylla, Please Don’t Leave Us- Oh, You Can Give Us A Box Of Cereal? Nevermind

Sunshine And Rainbows Are Meant To Mean Happiness Not War- Iris and Apollo Destroy Things

Please Don’t Hit Me With Another Brick

We Were Happy And Then There Was A Giant Pigeon

Oh My Holy Fucking Shit That Was Not The Right Lever

In Which Swimming With Sharks Almost Leads To Death And Yet Saves Our Lives

There Is No Highway To Hell As It Turns Out, Only Backroads, And Now Nico And Thalia Are Disappointed

And Then The Sky Almost Crushed Us Because It Fell And Honestly I’m Never Trusting You Again

There Goes Normal Society, Say Bye-Bye, Miranda

Are We Supposed To Live Through This?

The Dick Who Hands Out Toothbrushes Also Assigns Us A Death Quest And This Is Why We Don’t Celebrate Holidays

Sorry For Cursing You Out, Please Fix My Life

The Plan Checks Out- We Can Do This! (Spoiler Alert- We Can’t)

Three Hundred And Sixty Five Times We Can Say Fuck In A Hour

Please Let Me Pass Out On Your Lawn

Apparently Yelling Fuck At The Sky Is Considered ‘Disrespectful’ And I Haven’t A Fucking Clue Why

Yes Sir, That Is A Lot Of Blood, And No Sir, She Doesn’t Need That Leg

That One Time We Accidentally End Up In The Slaughter Sea, And How That Manages To End Up With A New Leader Of The Amazon Empire And Thalia Gets A Girlfriend

Yes, I’m Aware I Look Gay, Thank You Very Much, I’m Here To Be Queer

This Person Is Nico di Angelo With Less Shits To Give, And Honestly That Scares Me

A Good Idea With Bad Results And A Bad Idea With Surprising Results- The Ending Will Astound You

Never Thought I’d Literally Be Shut In The Closet Again, But Life’s Full Of Surprises

One Million Pounds Of Oranges And Sadness, Sixty Thousand Pounds Of Mangos, And A Truck Full Of Happiness- Monsters Not Welcome

Who Packed The Blueberry Muffins?

Nevertheless She Persisted, And Yet Just Like That, She Gave Up

What The Hell Is This, What The Hell Is That, Why The Hell Am I Here, What The Hell, *Moonwalks Into Hell*: A Brief Summary Of Life

All Is Fair In Being The First One In The Shower

We Accidentally Summon An Army Of Lost Souls

All Our Nightmares Come True And We Prove We’re Idiots

Life Gave ‘Lia Lemons. She Squeezed Them In My Eyes. Please No More Lemons.

Trying To Play Nice To The Gods Never Ends Well. In Other Words, Percy Is An Olive Tree

What’s Happening? I’m Digging My Own Grave, That’s What

Finger Guns, Peace Signs, and Middle Fingers To Nowhere- Home At Last

In Jason’s Defense, He Tried, But The Dragon Was More Interesting

Keeping A Family Alive Can Be Difficult, Especially With No Education and More Monsters A Day Than Cash (Twenty Dollars)

Thalia Tries To Sing Over Annabeth And Percy Arguing And All That Happens Is A Noise Complaint

At This Point, Murder Is Less Of A Passing Thought And More Of An ‘It’s Only A Matter Of Time’

Cousin Bonding Time Doesn’t Usually Include The Gods, But There Are Burgers So…

According To The Crazy Titan Lord Kronos, Asking If A Newborn Looks Like A Rock Is A Question That Will Result In The Death Of The Asker

Oh Joy, I’m Facing Scrutiny Over My Love Life From Immortal Preteens

Oh Things Couldn’t Be Worse When Your Parents Run The Universe Oh Things Couldn’t Be Worse When There’s A Vote To Kill Us (Leo stop using Jazz hands!)

We Have The Worst Family Reunion Ever 3.0

Barbed Wire Instead Of String, The Fates Hate Me More Than You Might Think

Zombies, Zombies Everywhere, Wave Your Hands Up In The Air

The World Is A Different Place When You Know What The World Is (Spoiler Alert: It’s Your Murderous Great Grandma)

The Refrigerator Seems Empty, Much Like My Soul

Ah, The Smell Of Success, It Smells Like Bullshit

My Heart Is Broken (Like Those Crackers That Bianca’s Eating)

Utter Chaos: Now Featuring Camp Half Blood And Literal Blood

Family Drama Destroys My Life

Family Drama 2.0: Family Drama Destroys California

So Then A God Says We ‘Will Save Humanity’, And Thalia Says ‘What The Fuck’

Two Middle Aged Women Start Screaming In Walmart

The Main Braincell Holder Is Asleep, God Doesn’t Exist, And Starting Forest Fires Is A Normal Way To Deal With Stress

Hell Is Just Life On Steroids

Queerly Beloved, We Are Gathered Here Togay… A.K.A. A Bet Ruins Rachel Elizabeth Dare’s Life

Normal People Would Avoid This, But The Two Most Normal People Here Used To Be Dead Or Will Die When A Stick Lights On Fire, So We Can’t Have High Hopes

We Try (And Fail, But Hey, It’s The Thought That Counts, Right?)

So THAT’S Where The Greek Fire Went. Sorry, Bus Driver.

Percy Has His Gay Awakening In The Form Of His Grandfather (Technically. He’s Also Technically His First Cousin Once Removed Or Something- Annabeth’s cousin maybe?)

You're Annoying Me To Death With Your Monologue So I Have To Kill You Now

What Can Go Wrong Will Go Wrong Doesn’t Mean You Should Set My Bed On Fire

Thalia Does Shock Therapy Meaning She Electrocutes People When They Say Things

We Should Know By Now That Yelling Doesn't Solve Things But We Don’t, And The Gods Don’t Either

Most Of My Life Is Incredibly Traumatizing, But This Is New

Who The Fuck Invited The Norse?!

Okay, I Thought The Norse Were Enough, Why Are The Magicians Here?

Wow. Popcorn. The Roman’s Worst Nightmare.

So First The World Almost Ends, And Then The World Ends But It Gets Better, And Now It’s Ending Again?

Prophecies Can Fuck Off, And So Can Apollo

“Treacherous Nephew In The Tuxedo” Should Sound Funny, But It Doesn’t, And That Makes Leo Sad

Why Is A Titan Making Dad Jokes?

Falling Into A Dumpster Was The Highlight Of My Day, What Is Life

Grieving For The Living Is Just As Hard As Grieving For The Dead

Please Forget That I Tried To Kill You

In My Defence, An Invisible Higher Power Who Has The Ability To Strike Me Down Made Me Do It

Let Out A Boo For The Boom Man

Twenty McDonald’s Happy Meals And A Gun- Godly Gifts Are Awesome

We Enter The Maze Of Doom (This Time With Fabulous Prizes)

Two Brothers Are Not Happy As A Sister Cheers On Two More Brothers As They Duel To The Death- (Triton & Tyson & Kymopoleia & Percy & Anteus Have Sibling Bonding Time)

The Eight Year Old With A Gun Manages To Save And Then Destroy A Life

Hello, I’m Queer, And Full Of Fear. Please Kill Me Now

Children Try To Make Plans (It Doesn’t Go So Well)

Thalia Grace Once Again Proves That Being A Demigod Really Fucking Sucks

It Don’t “Do Be Like That Sometimes” Leo, We Are In HELL

#pjo hoo toa #pjo #riordanverse #pjo series #pjo fandom #fanfiction #family forged

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Morning Glory

Pairing: Kita Shinsuke x gn!reader

Summary: It's early in the morning, but your daughter is already getting restless. Your husband knows exactly how to calm her down.

WC: 943

A/N: In a bizarre turn of events, I am writing a summer-themed fic in fall... who am I? Tbh, this fic was partly inspired by the morning glory vine that's growing on my dogs' outdoor kennel. Also, dad!Kita just hits different, I'm obsessed.

You hear your daughter whimper from her crib and you open your eyes with a sigh. It's not exactly a cry, but she's been tossing and turning for more than half an hour now. You can't blame her, really. The late-summer stickiness is just as uncomfortable for you, even this early in the morning. With a groan, you turn on your side to face your husband. His eyes are already open.

"Shin," You murmur, trying to keep the whine from your voice. You aren't really sure what you expect him to do, but you're tired and feeling just a little irritable. In response, he reaches out and brushes a sweaty strand of hair away from your face.

"I know," He sighs. "She's probably feeling warm." You nod slowly, knowing he's right. "I'll take her." He says then, propping himself up on his elbow and leaning in to press a kiss to your forehead. "Try to get some more rest," He whispers before sitting up the rest of the way and pushing the thin cover aside.

"You don't have to," You say quickly, instantly feeling guilty that he's getting up so early.

"It's fine," He insists, "I don't think I was going to fall back asleep anyway," He huffs out a soft chuckle. "I think I need to get moving as much as she does." He slides out of bed and shuffles over to the crib, leaning in and picking her up with a soft groan. Brushing the thin, no doubt sweaty strands away from her forehead, he presses a soft kiss there.

"Good morning," He whispers to her, and you can't help but smile. In a few moments, he's carrying her out of the room, and you sink back against your pillows. You aren't sure how long you hover in a restless half-sleep before turning over with a sigh. Despite the early hour, you just don't think you'll be able to fall back asleep. After a few moments of hesitation, you sit up and rub your eyes.

Getting to your feet, you pad out of the bedroom. You peek in the living room expecting to see Shinsuke sitting on the couch with your daughter, but the room is empty aside from the cat, who peers sleepily at you from her perch on the arm of the couch.

The kitchen is empty as well. That's when you notice that the front door is open. Through the screen door, you can see the edges of the sky beginning to brighten. Sliding on a pair of flip-flops, you crack the door open and find your husband standing at the edge of the porch with your daughter in his arms.

"These are some of Papa's favorite flowers," He's telling her, pointing to the vines crawling up the trellis. The morning glories have been growing up the side of the porch for as long as you've lived here with him, but you'd never known before how much he liked the flowers.

You almost don't want to interrupt the moment, but as you creep out onto the porch, Shinsuke turns and smiles at the sight of you, outlined by the slowly brightening morning light. "Couldn't fall back to sleep?" He asks sympathetically.

"No," You shake your head, sidling up beside him as his arm slides around your waist. You rest your head on his shoulder and look at the vine-covered trellis. The buds are still closed up tight, but you know that soon, when the sun hits them, they will unfurl into delicate purpley-blue blossoms. "I didn't know you liked morning glories so much," You murmur.

"I think they're pretty," He admits. "And I love the way they change throughout the day. It's nice to sit out here and look at them."

"They are pretty," You agree as your daughter reaches out a hand to tug on a handful of leaves.

"Careful," He says quickly, gently tugging on her chubby fist before she can rip the leaves from the vine. She babbles back, batting at the leaves instead, and you both laugh at her delight.

"She seems to be in a much better mood," You comment, and he nods.

"I thought it might be cooler out here. The fresh air is really nice."

You nod. "It is. Let's stay out here for a little bit." You both sink down into the chairs on the porch, and he settles your daughter on his lap. She's content to play with his fingers, and you're content to sit next to him, intermittently chatting softly and silently watching the sky as it brightens with the rising sun. After the sun has almost fully broken above the horizon, he turns to you.

"I love you," He says spontaneously. You smile.

"I love you too," You reach for his hand and he takes yours, giving it a squeeze. Leaning across, he presses a light kiss to your lips. "Oh, look," You breathe when he pulls away, finally noticing the trellis behind him. "The morning glories are open." He turns to see for himself, then stands, carrying your daughter to the edge of the porch again.

"See the pretty flowers?" He asks her as you move to join them. She reaches out, and to your surprise, her fingers are gentle as she caresses a blossom. You feel your heart swell in your chest and you lean to press a soft kiss to her head. Shinsuke snuggles her a little closer, his hand once again finding its way to the small of your back. Soon enough it will be time to start the day, but for now you're enjoying these quiet moments together with your little family.

#Haikyuu #Haikyuu fluff #Haikyuu x reader #Kita Shinsuke #Kita Shinsuke x reader #Kita x reader

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bg-brainrot · 1 month

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Bg_brainrot, you might ask, you seem like a Hozier fan, what Hozier songs would fit your different Astarion x Tav series and their relationship dynamics?

To which I would answer: how dare you accurately assess my tastes and also-- great question, I have listed them out for you below!*

Rogue!Tav x Astarion

Series: Love at First Knife

Dynamic: two wet cats that share a single brain cell and fall into a sweet, understanding love that never loses its fervor

Songs:

Work Song

My babe would never fret none

About what my hands and my body done

Nobody

I wouldn't fall for someone I thought couldn't misbehave

But I want you to know I've had no love like your love

I, Carrion

Leave it now, I am sky-bound

If you need to, darling, lean your weight to me

Evil!Durge x Astarion

Series: A Star in the Dark

Dynamic: evil bastards make each other worse, become utterly obsessed with each other, and try to one up each other

Songs:

No Plan

The harder the pain, honey, the sweeter the sun

There's no plan, there's no kingdom to come

Dinner and Diatribes

I'd suffer Hell if you'd tell me

What you'd do to me tonight

De Selby Part 2

Before the dawn has come, I'd block the sun

If you want it done

Reincarnation!Tav x Astarion

Fic: When He's All but Forgotten How to Love Again

Dynamic: a love of friction, hot and cold, hero and one who doesn't want to be saved, ultimately a love that transcends lifetimes

Songs:

Almost

I'm almost me again

She's almost you

First Time

Some part of me must have died

The final time you called me 'baby'

Francesca

If someone asked me at the end

I'd tell them, "Put me back in it"

PeoplePleasing!Tav x Astarion

Fic: The Consequences of Convenience

Dynamic: best friends who can't seem to time their love properly, a slow love nurtured by mutual respect

Songs:

Like Real People Do

I will not ask you where you came from

I will not ask, you neither should you

Sunlight

Know that I would glad be

The Icarus to your certainty

Shrike

I couldn't utter my love when it counted

Ah, but I'm singing like a bird about it now

*Disclaimer: Certain parts of certain songs fit better or worse for each, which is why I included lyrics of appropriate parts.

#astarion x tav #rogue + rogue #love at first knife #a star in the dark #WHaBFHtLA #TCoC #why yes this was spurred by the new hozier drop how did you know #none of the new songs spoke to me for for this but maybe for another future fic...

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glitchtricks94 · 8 months

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Fixation 1k Snippet!

In regards to this lovely poll I put up around a week ago, I asked everyone which of my two long fics they wanted to see. I beam with pride seeing my favorite of the two options was selected!

So, as I am a woman of my word and far to fucking excited about this, I present one of my favorite sections of Fixation! Ah, yes, and I cannot forget the lovely @desi-the-blue-eyed-kakushi, who asked to be tagged. So, without further ado, kick back, relax and enjoy what's under the cut. -Glitchtricks

“No!” Gyutaro yelled, a snarl twisting across his features, grabbing Daki harshly by her shoulders, his eyes wide in fear and pupils restricted to where the kanji that decorates his irises and pupils was no more than golden pinpricks against an amber sky. “No? B-but, she did this to you, she-” “You can’t kill her, you just fucking can’t, okay?!” Gyutaro barked, his fingers digging into his sister’s skin, bruises that formed and healed rapidly flashing under his calloused fingertips. “I- She- I don’t- Ugh, fucking hell!” Gyutaro pushed Daki away and got to his feet, beginning to pace and scratch his skin again, muttering under his breath. Daki watched her brother in worry, his behaviors having been shifting around rapidly as of late, the past two weeks being hell for him and her, the root being you. Gyutaro seemed obsessed with you recently, always going on about how you were different somehow, and he couldn’t figure out why. Daki initially didn’t care, she stalked her prey relentlessly too, waiting to strike at just the right moment, but what her brother was doing? This was beyond what she recognized as hunting; he wasn’t merely stalking or watching, it was almost akin to admiring, a strange warmth in his eyes emerging when he stared at you through the cracks in between the walls and ceiling, the rage when you were servicing your clients, and how weirdly calm and content he was looking over you as you slept, she saw all of it. Daki recognized those looks as something far beyond hunting; her brother was yearning for something, and whatever it was somehow was connected with you.

“I just can’t kill her? Look what she’s done to you! Something has to be done, she has to suffer before she takes more!” “Well, I don’t want her to suffer anything!” Gyutaro yelled, groaning as he raked his hands through his black and green hair, tugging in frustration. “There’s just- There’s something there! I don’t even know what it is, but it’s just something!” “What the hell are you even yakking about, brother?! Since when did you care about some stupid human?!” “I don’t know!” Gyutaro screamed, squeezing his eyes shut and clutching his head. “She just- She makes me feel things! Things I don’t get but want at the same time, I can’t fucking explain it! I just don’t want her to go away!” “That makes no sense, just what could she be doing to be so special? You always look at her weirdly, like, all soft and dopey, like you want something from her. Just take it! She’s already taken from you, just go collect!” Daki barked, irritation written across her features as she glared at her bumbling brother. He was practically tripping over his feet around you all the time, it was annoying! Especially since she’s heard of you from the other houses, the whispers on the streets, her ears being filled with the praises of the ugly cat courtesan; famous for her sweet demeanor and possession of a gnarled calico. “Take before you’re taken from. That’s what you taught me! Now go take from her!” “I…I can’t…” Gyutaro sighed, looking at Daki with an expression akin to sorrow. He seemed desperate in her eyes. “I don’t want to take from her. I don’t want anything bad happening to her. She…She almost feels like you, in a way? Except different too? I- I don’t fuckin’ know.” He sighed, shaking his head, turning to leave the den. “I’m goin’ out. Need somethin’ to eat. Somethin’ to kill, just…something other than this shit.” He huffed, Daki letting out an annoyed growl. “Behave ‘til I get back.” “Just take what you want from her, you look more ugly and pathetic than usual like this, brother!” Daki screeched, Gyutaro looking at his sister from over his shoulder. “You know I can’t do it. And you better fuckin’ not either, ya brat.” He growled back, narrowing his eyes. “I already know you got ideas, and ya better not play around with my human. I saw her first.” He added, turning back to the path in front of him, his flesh laden kama appearing in both his hands as he staggered forth out of the den, the cool, blue light of the moon coating him in its chill. To the shadows he took, stalking streets he was familiar with, swiftly picking off drunken stragglers, filthy pigs that tried to pass as parts of the swells of human populace that frequented the area, cornering various whores to spill their spunk into for some coin. He took note of a particular thorn in your side, an older samurai that’d get drunk off the sake provided by your house before trying to claim more than he ever paid for. He took his time with that guy, letting the poison coating his weapons season the blood and flesh, particularly because he also looked similar to the one that had bound and burned his beloved sister all that time ago, all over a pathetic, measly eyeball. Gyutaro had to admit, that was his favorite kill of the night. Delectable. Fulfilling.

The demon licked his lips of the bastard’s blood, the metallic taste pleasantly filling his senses, his own sense of relief flowing into his veins at the thought of you being left alone at last by the prick. Whenever that filthy pig showed up to request you, Gyutaro ground his teeth in aggravation. Seeing that slimy bastard have his way with you, then try and get more than what he originally agreed upon? Disgusting. You deserved more than that in his opinion. He paused, that strange warmth filling his chest again, this feeling always cropping up when he thought of you. Gyutaro relaxed, left the last, barely worth anything, morsels behind and walked into the shadows, looking about the milling crowds, waiting for someone to find what little of what that samurai’s bones were left. His lips quirked into a sadistic grin as he heard the shrieks suddenly ring out, the demon swiftly climbing to the rooftops to see the chaos unfold, only to be greeted by an empty street. A frown formed as Gyutaro let out a growl of frustration. He wanted to hear people scream in fear and run around like ants beneath his feet, where did- “N-No! Get back! M-My services aren’t available!” A woman’s voice cried out a few alleys over from where Gyutaro stood. “N-no! Don’t! S-stop, don’t touch me!”

#glitchwrites.notepad #demon slayer x reader #kny gyutaro #demon slayer gyutaro #gyutaro #gyutaro shabana #gyutaro x reader #kny x reader #Enjoy the snippet everyone!#Maybe one day I'll share the one where Gyutaro falls off a building from being so startled by his feelings!#Oops! Did I type that? ;)

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moicat · 3 months

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Show me your favorite ocs *holds you at gunpoint*

This is going to be a list for sure! I will try to keep it 'short' or we will be here for a while, I will show pictures and then do a small summary for each. They will also not be my self-insert ones or artist persona ones, just cuz I adore those too but they are in a different category compared to my actual ocs. Thanks for the ask!! (This took me way too damn long to make)

Katt

Katt is the daughter of 2 thieves, when they finally get wanted for a very bad crime, she gets caught in the crosshairs. Now, she is a very young bard, wandering the countryside. Her music is magical.

-Her blue markings glow when using her powers a lot (this is mostly visible in the dark.)

-She is a Siamese mix.

-In this world, the only anthro creatures are cats/felines, meaning lions, tigers, any sort of domestic cat breed, etc. They are also able to transform into a human form. But, depending on the area and culture of the location. Some choose to stick to one form more permanently.

-Katt used to be my fursona! Good times.

Casper

Casper is not a ghost, but an ink elemental (his element.. is ink.) He is an immortal being who lives with his other brothers. They aren't 'blood' related, but treated each other as such and are also elementals.

-Inspired by Oz from Monster Prom!

-Has an 'angelic' form.

-Is constantly tired/half asleep due to having terrible nightmares+insomnia.

Masked Magician

The main villain of the main story of 'Five Thousand Realms'. By the general public, he goes by many names, such as Mask, The Mask, Masked Man, Masked Wizard, Masked Swordsman, bla bla bla. He is well known in the public, due to hosting the arena. He is after something though.

-His real name is Jack

-Inspired by Jack of Blades (hence the name... Jack.)

-Is actually a teenager. But is able to hide that fact, unless you hear him behind closed doors.

Epsilon

The prince of the Starcats. A species that is very close to... well, the stars. Their culture revolves around listening to the stars and worshipping him. A common belief is that the Stars are always watching. So you best be on your best behavior. Epsilon is your typical kinda-bratty prince. But he's nice when you get to know him!

-Inspired by Endermen

-Commonly wear eye and star jewelry

-Due to wanting to be 'close to the Stars' not many Spacecats reside outside of their kingdom. Not saying there aren't any outside, it's just not common.

Stars

Speaking of a species that worships Stars... here he is! He is a ball of light. He resides in the sky for most of the story (The story is called 'The Sky Has Feelings Too' by the way.) He made a massive fumble and let his one true love (The Sky) get a physical form without him being able to stop her. Now she resides on the earth, as he watches over her, planning.

-He is actually comprised of many souls in one.

-His voice echoes, maybe even fluctuates.

-One of his eyes is covered by void, supposed to symbolize his downright obsession with the Sky.

Icarus

The boy who wished to fly, an avian kid who unbeknownst to him... has a very, very tough life ahead of him. Oh dear... the trauma... He is a rare subspecies of avian, called Phoenixes. He has feathers with magical properties and fire powers.

-There's a subspecies of Pheonixes also... called True Pheonixes. They are immortal.

-Icarus gets a happy ending I promise-

-He's an orphan. Did I mention that? Did I?

Lucky

Takes place in the story called 'Lucky and Friends' where it's just him and his buds goofing around. He lives in a rural town, his family owns a farm. And his gang has this cool abandoned shed in the middle of the field that they often visit. The world has hybrids of almost all animals. Lucky is a Highland cow Hybrid.

-I freaking love Highland cows.

-Probably one of the only stories I have that has the least amount of angst.

-Doesn't mean there is ZERO angst!

Paris

The main character for 'Five Thousand Realms', is the classic "Why am I here..." type of guy, the reluctant chosen one. Story starts with him being all grumpy and crap, but as time goes on and he makes some friends, he warms up.

-He wants to own a bakery above all else.

-His character is inspired by Razia's Shadow. Love that musical.

-The story is called 'Five Thousand Realms' despite the realms/universes part only being the main focus waaaaayyy later.

I have more ocs, but I'll just stop here.

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portellini · 4 months

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Heimdall Scenario - Humming

As Deastra strolls around in Asgard, she suddenly feels intrigued by the slight humming of a particular Aesir. She follows the humming and finds Heimdall sitting by a tree, apple in hand, and a smile with a book he is smitten with.

Word Count: 1200 ish

Vibes: Rex Orange County - Sunflower

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The sky in Asgard looks so warm and lovely, entirely different than Middgard's. The beautiful scenery before me doesn't shush the boredom I feel though. Atreus has been so busy with Odin lately, that I've been left to entertain myself with petty bouts with the Aesirs and, what I'm doing now, taking calming strolls. I've traversed most of the village and met quite a few Aesir. So for this lovely sunset, I decided to venture onto a slightly used path I found. Where it leads to, I have no idea, but something compelled me to walk it.

"Hmm, hmm, hmm." I hear someone humming nearby. "Hmm, hmm." Intrigued, I follow the sound. To my surprise. I find a familiar muse for my entertainment.

"Heimdall?" I say while a cheeky smile grows on my face.

The Aesir looks up at me. His expression is surprised, almost flustered. Quickly his face contorts into a scowl, and he glares at me. "Stalking me are you?" His purple eyes dig into my mind. "You've been quite comfortable harassing the Aesir, myself especially included."

I can't help but smile a bit wider. Heimdall thinks that I've been disturbing the peace with mockeries and fights. If only he stayed a bit longer to see that those bouts turned into cheers and drunken dancing. "Oh if only you knew how much I longed to see you during my 'harassments'" Heimdall tilts his head, then squints his eyes. "You enjoy my company?" I smile and nod my head. "Well, I despise yours." He shuts his book, which makes me remember why I was so intrigued. "What's the book?" I ask. "Nothing that concerns you." "…" I need to see what's in that book. From the weary emotion on his face, I know HE knows I need to know. I grow antsy and tension builds in my body. How the hell do I overcome his ability of intent, and what the hell does he truly see in my brain? Frozen with uncertainty of what to do, I barely hear Heimdall mocking me. What he is saying is none of my concern right now. I. need. To. see. What. That. book. Was. about. Everything inside of me gave out. I pounce for the book, no thoughts no warning. Heimdall is startled, and his book is engulfed under my body. Immediately, I hug the book and secure it. Now I'm in the fetal position, on Heimdall's lap. Not the ideal place to be, but in reality, any lap is comfortable.

"You're more feral than Gulltopr! You overgrown cat! What was that!" Heimdall tries to stand. He struggles. But then realizes. "You have my book." I tighten all my muscles. "I need to know." "Need to know what, you mania-ridden half-god." Ever so slightly I look at Heimdall, my eyes are filled with mischief. "What about this book? Compelled you to hum so sweetly?" I smile. Heimdall stares into my eyes once more. And he also smiles? "You think I'm hiding a secret admiration for something?" He laughs. "I'm not a creep obsessed with romantic scenarios and fantastical 'lands', or cute whimsical stories!" He leans over me, and I lose my smile. "I change my mind, Look at the book sunshine." He leans back and crosses his arms. His body finally relaxes. Now, I'm bound to feel like a fool once I realize the truth. No, I am not looking forward to Heimdall's infamous mockeries, but yes, I do prefer his sober mockery-filled banter, rather than the drunken shouting of the other Aesir. Hesitantly, I exit my fetal position and sit up between Heimdall's legs. I bring the book closer to my face and read the title. "The great wall of Asgard, and it's prideful watcher." Huh, well that makes sense. A prideful brat finding joy through his own glory. "Satisfied?"- Heimdall leans to me, smiling. -"Sunshine." Once again he laughs and points his finger at me. "I will admit that you too are good company sometimes. Though I hate to admit, you and I are getting too comfortable." His smile shifts.

Swiftly, he kicks me away from him, and I roll into my back. "Hey, that hurt!" I shout while sitting up. Heimdall stands up and walks over to me. "That was nothing you couldn't handle. Don't be so hurt over that." He smiles again and extends his hand. "Trying to be nice now?" I ask. "From anyone else's perspective, I've been nothing but decently nice to you." He has been nicer to me compared to anyone else, especially Atreus, and his own brother. Although I haven't seen him interact with many Aesirs, he usually idles with Odin or by himself. "Do you have any friends?" I ask. Heimdall looks confused but shakes his head. He grabs my arm and pulls me up. "I have many friends, you could say all of Asgard are friends with one another." I look at him, my face unconvincing. He rolls his eyes. "No, I do not get along with many, because I see what they truly are. No matter how much they lie, or how much they charm."- Heimdall's grip on my arm tightens a touch. -"But, I can say you are a bit different, nothing special, just different. Your words come straight from your mind, and they do not lie." Heimdall's eyes look as if they're trying to solve something. He lets go of my arm and takes a step back. "We are friends." His tone doesn't sound too approving.

"Are we really? You don't seem too happy about that." His face looks as if it's pleading with me. As if he's pleading with me to understand his own mind, or he's trying to dig for something in mine. I lean towards him and extend my hand, only my pinky held up. "Hey," I say, my tone being soft, "I won't tell anyone about the sweet hums I heard." I smile cheekily. "Promise." His eyes widen, it's like I genuinely surprised him. Or maybe he doesn't know what a pinky promise is. "I know what that is." He scoffs and holds up his hand to mine, pinky out. He hesitates for a moment, then interlocks our pinkies. "If one word comes out from you about this-" "Then you gut my brother, I know" I interrupt. "No." He scoffs. "You won't get to pet Gulttopr." My mouth drops at the atrocity he had just said. I laugh. "You are truly despicable." I pull my hand back and notice the sun is nearly set. "I should see if Atreus has returned," I say. "Perhaps you should."- Heimdall puts his hand on his hip and leans. -"Come on then."

"Oh, you're coming with me?" I muse while beginning to walk in the direction he was not leaning to. Heimdall grabs my arm. "Yes," He sounds disappointed, "Best I accompany you, so you don't get lost."- He pulls my arm towards the direction he was leaning and we begin to walk. -"You know I leaned this way to indicate where we were supposed to be heading." "Well, you should've been more obvious with it then!" I smile at Heimdall. He smiles back. "You are quite stupid-" His steps slow a bit I and feel his eyes looking at me. -"My darling," he mutters. I barely heard it, and I said nothing of it, and so did he. Small banter about Asgard's nature was made on our trek back. Once we arrived at the Great Hall, he left to serve Odin, and I went to see Atreus. I doubt I'll see him again tonight. Though in the morning, I do hope to see him.

Thanks For Reading !!

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veinsfullofstars · 2 months

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⭐ Welcome! ⭐

Henlo. Hope you’re doing well. Thanks for poppin’ by. I’m Veins, an art goblin on the internet with abnormal levels of anxiety and chronic video game brainrot, and this is my introduction post. Any updates or news on my end will be added here as well. I hope you’ll be patient with me and enjoy your visit!

(Last updated 04/20/24)

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Who are you?

What an existentially upsetting question. Well, for the moment, I go by VeinsFullOfStars online, usually shortened to just Veins. I’m also toying around with Ivan or Yves, but Veins is the most preferable. Nice to meet you!

Wait, didn't you already have an account here? With the same username?

I did. I, uh, panic-deleted it in response to the data-scraping fiasco and regretted it almost immediately. As a result, you might see reblogs from the deactivated account still floating around. There is, unfortunately, nothing I can do about those unless the blogs that shared them take them down themselves (and, hey, if you happen to be one of those folks seeing this, I'd super appreciate it if you'd maybe remove the old reblog and replace it with the new one from here if you can). It's my mistake for overreacting, and now I just have to live with it. Sorry for any confusion.

What does your username mean? Where did it come from?

It’s an altered version of a pen name I used in my teen years. I’m too embarrassed to get into specifics, but just know that it comes from a place of very sincere cringe and leave it at that.

What are your preferred pronouns/gender?

Thanks for asking! I’m non-binary, and I use they/them pronouns.

How old are you?

Ancient (in my 30s).

What is your avatar supposed to be?

A goblin. Very smol, very nervous, very puntable.

What are you using this blog for?

Art, mostly. I like to draw digitally and sometimes make stuff with yarn. I've also been writing since I could hold a pencil (though I don’t have much finished, so art will be the main focus for now). Also, expect a lot of reblogs, shitposts, and/or silence between posts - I am a simple hobbyist with a lot of brain nonsense and IRL hurdles. I’ll do my best to post with some regularity, of course, but - again - I hope you’ll be patient with me if things go quiet from time to time.

What are your interests?

I love stories. I love characters. I love folks who can weave whole worlds with nothing but words on a page or color on a canvas. I grew up on fantasy novels, short horror stories, and late ‘90s/early ’00s animation. I learned to appreciate slice-of-life and slow-burn romance much later. Mythology and folklore also slaps, and I wonder sometimes if I should’ve majored in psychology instead of lib arts. My playlists are nothing but video game OSTs with a little heavy metal and j-rock sprinkled in for flavor. I sold my soul to Nintendo years ago, but sometimes I find indie darlings to fall in love with for a time. Dogs are adorable little menaces, and I love them all with my whole chest. Cats are okay, and I am allergic to them. (Does that answer the question? I think I lost track towards the end there…)

Any current hyperfixations?

Tons, but the biggest ones at the moment are Kirby, Hollow Knight, and Paper Mario. More nebulous interests include (in no particular order) Pokémon Mystery Dungeon: Explorers of Sky, Rain World, Stardew Valley, most Soulsborne titles, Hades, Darkest Dungeon, Good Omens, The Legend of Zelda, Undertale/Deltarune, OFF, The Binding of Isaac, Ace Attorney, Animal Crossing, The Magnus Archives, Sonic the Hedgehog, and countless more. When I say “multifandom,” I mean it, homie.

Do you have any other social media?

Just this and an AO3 account. So, if you see my name anywhere but these two places, it’s probably not me. For now, Tumblr will be the best place to keep up-to-date with my stuff. If anything changes, I’ll let y’all know here.

Do you have a list of tags you use on your posts?

I tag things obsessively, but I’ll try to sort out the most relevant/unique ones I use here:

#veins art - for any art I’ve made (chrono link)

#veins old art - for reposts of older art I made before moving to Tumblr (Note: these posts are here for archival purposes and may not reflect my current style/interests.)

#veins sketches - for any of my unrendered doodles/sketch dumps

#veins ocs - for art I’ve made featuring my original characters/stories

#veins fanart - for art I’ve made featuring characters from other IPs

#veins writes - for any written works I’ve made

#veins ships - for any posts (reblogs included) featuring romantic pairings; I will also try to include specific pairings as “#(blank) x (blank)” and/or any ship names

#veins rambles - for random thoughts/text posts

#veins in dream land - for any rambles/headcanons about the Kirby series specifically

#veins answers - for any of my responses to asks sent in (chrono link)

#veins reblogs - for anything I reblog, obviously

#kirbtober 2023 - for my Kirbtober 2023 art specifically (chrono link)

#childhood friends au - for art from my Kirby AU where Dedede and Meta Knight first met as kids (masterpost | chrono link)

#kintsugi au - for art from my Kirby AU centered around the Mirror World, the Wave 2 gang, and the Darkroach ship - warning: contains angst and some suggestive content (masterpost | chrono link)

I’ll update this with new tags if/when they pop up. Anything else will have generic tags to fit the context of the post. I also mark trigger warnings with tags like “#(blank) tw” if necessary.

What do you use to make your art?

For digital art, I use Clip Studio Paint and a Wacom Intuos Pro S drawing tablet (that I'm pretty sure I've had since high school). I don’t draw traditionally as much anymore, but, when I do, it’s usually just quick sketches with pencil and paper. For writing, I use TextEdit or whatever generic rich text editing software I can find. For crafting, I use yarn and plastic canvas.

What brushes do you use?

For sketching and linework, I generally use the Wick Pencil from the 8 Particle Pencil catalog made by saturns_day. For flats and rendering, I use the default CSP hard round brush, airbrush, and G-pen. For effects and extras (clouds, textures, sparkles, etc.), I use default effects brushes or whatever I can find from the CSP Asset Shop.

Can I share your work through reblogs? And are tags okay?

Of course! Reblogs are absolutely fine and always encouraged. I’m also fine with tags as well (though I ask that you not mark anything as a ship unless I’ve marked it as such on the original post - look for the tag #veins ships if you’re ever unsure).

Can I repost/use your work for my own personal/commercial use?

Absolutely not. While I am always in support of creators inspiring each other with our works and endeavors, that does not mean anyone should engage in art theft (intentional or otherwise). Under no circumstances may you repost, reupload, reproduce, copy, trace, modify, sell, use, tokenize, scrape/integrate into A*I, and/or otherwise claim as your own any of my art/written works. Never assume a piece of art shared online in yours for the taking - that is someone else’s hard work and passion, and you need to respect that.

Can I dub one of your comics?

As flattering as that would be, I worry about lack of credit or my work being stolen for others’ content, so I sadly have to say no.

Why is there a big watermark on your art?

The state of the internet today has made me extremely paranoid about things like art theft, bad-faith reposts, nonconsensual integration, etc., so I make sure to sign and WM anything original I post. I know it’s not exactly fun to look at (maybe even distracting or bad for engagement), but I’d rather be safe than sorry, so I guess I’ll just have to take that hit.

Do you have an askbox? Can we send in questions/comments/etc.?

Yes, the ask box is currently open, and I'm more than happy to receive any questions, comments, etc. you guys might have (even if it makes me a bit nervous, haha)! I just ask that you read the rules first before you submit anything.

Do you take requests/commissions/suggestions/collabs/etc.?

Sadly, I do not take art requests or suggestions unless I put out a specific call for them. I'm also not really in a position to take commissions either. Collabs I'm on the fence about - maybe with mutuals or folks I know personally.

Is this an inclusive space?

Of course! This queer little goblin accepts everyone under the LGBTQIA+ umbrella, along with folks of all shapes, sizes, backgrounds, disabilities, and colors. That said, there will be absolutely no tolerance for (inhale) racism, sexism, transphobia, queerphobia, xenophobia, misogyny/misandry, bigotry of any kind, ableism, p***philia, inc*st, selfc*st, z**philia, RPF, trolling behavior, self-promotion, the promotion of N*FTs or A*I art, or any otherwise harmful, toxic, or hurtful rhetoric. Anyone seen behaving as such will be blocked, reported, and forgotten. :)

Is this an all-ages space?

Hmm… I’m gonna have to say no. While I probably won’t be posting/sharing anything too lewd or graphic, I’m not opposed to things like swearing, angst, fluff bordering on suggestive, and discussions of mature subject matter (all of which I will make sure to tag with content warnings as necessary). Obviously, I can’t police everyone who wanders into this blog, especially since some people omit or lie about their ages online, so the best I can do is ask for good faith on your part. If you are under 18, interact at your own risk. The last thing I want is to make anyone (myself included) uncomfortable because there are kids in an adult-allocated space. Again, I hope you understand.

What is your stance on shipping?

The vernacular around pro- or anti-shipping confuses the hell out of me, so I’ll just try to explain my personal philosophy on it: I have ships I like, ones I’m indifferent to, and ones I won’t touch with a ten-foot pole. I only reblog (and tag) ship-related content I’m in support of, even if it’s not one of my personal favorites. Most importantly, I don’t bother others about their personal preferences. Anything I don’t like or don’t support, I simply do not engage with. Or, if it makes me too uncomfortable, I block outright. The same should apply to your experience as well - if you ever see ship stuff here that you don’t like, feel free to block the tags (look for specific pairings, ship names, and/or my personal tag #veins ships) or even the blog entirely. You are not obligated to like the things I like or engage with media you don’t enjoy. Respect for each other and curation of your personal online space is always key. Additionally, I 100% will not ship minors, blood relations, self x self, anything relating to b*stiality, or anything relating to RPF.

Are you okay?

No, not even a little bit... but fuck it, we keep going.

Why do you put a comma before the “and” in a sequence of three or more words?

You can take my Oxford comma away from me when I’m cold, dead, and rotting in the dirt.

Is there anything else?

Nah, I think we’re good for now. Thanks for taking the time to read all this. Hope it wasn’t too rambly or weird - just trying to cover all my bases. I hope you all have a lovely timezone out there, wherever you are. Be sure to wash your hands, wear your mask, and stay hydrated. Remember to be strong, be safe, and, for the love of dog, be kind. Peace!

-Veins (originally posted 08/07/23, reposted 02/29/24, updated as of 04/20/24)

#veins rambles #introduction post #FAQ #disclaimers #long post #check for updates #veinsfullofstars

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arwenkenobi48 · 2 years

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Hello everyone! The name’s Ezra (aka Arwen). Welcome to my strange little corner of the internet, where I post whatever comes to mind, usually ideas for original creative projects and whichever fictional characters I happen to be most obsessed with.

General Info

I’m a 23 year old transgender man (currently pre-transition, but presenting as male and using male pronouns). I’m also demisexual and panromantic, meaning that I’m attracted to all genders, but need a bit of time to get to know someone first. I’m half Indian, specifically from the Kashmir region, but was born and raised (and currently living) in the UK. My personality type is INFJ, my star sign is Cancer and according to the Chinese zodiac, my spirit animal is a dragon, which explains my lifelong affinity for them.

My interests are mythology/folklore, fantasy, sci-fi and horror media, cinema, creative writing, animation, classic literature, history, heavy metal, zoology, art and fandoms. There’s nothing I enjoy more than creating original characters inspired by myths and legends from around the world, watching an obscure cult classic movie or gushing about fictional villains.

I am a survivor of complex PTSD, which I am receiving medical and psychiatric support for. I’m also neurodivergent (dyspraxia specifically) so if things seem a little disorganised here that’s probably why. I tend to be rather shy at first, but come out of my shell around those I trust.

I recently got a degree in film and screenwriting and am constantly brainstorming new ideas for film and tv scripts. I’m also a part time artist, both digital and traditional, using my iPad, sketchbook and a single stick of charcoal to make something intriguing.

Fandoms

I’m into multiple fandoms, including but not limited to:

Star Wars

The Lord of the Rings

Faust

Cuphead

The Dark Crystal

All Tomorrows

Crash Bandicoot (the most recent one)

Basically, as long as something is fantasy, sci-fi or even horror themed and has unforgettable villains, I will be obsessed with it. I have quite a few OTPs as well. ObiMaul (Obi-Wan Kenobi/Maul), Angbang (Sauron/Melkor) and Faustopheles (Faust/Mephistopheles).

Fictional Others

I have a number of F/Os (fictional others) who I like to think of as a hypothetical family/brotherhood. Writing about them as if we’re all living together in a gothic castle is incredibly therapeutic.

A complete list of them and their different roles is as follows:

Amsel Bloodmoon (From my original gothic novel project Blood Moon Sky). He’s gay, he’s a goth, a dhampir (half vampire half human) and I consider him to be my beloved boyfriend. We’ve been together since late October last year and deeply in love.

Sauron (From the Lord of the Rings). I am so utterly smitten with this beautiful man, he’s basically like my celebrity crush in a weird way. Even though he’s a bit puzzled by it, he certainly enjoys the positive attention.

Feral Opress (From Star Wars: The Clone Wars). I am obsessed with this adorable little Zabrak. Heck, he’s actually the character that kickstarted my “career” on tumblr in the first place! He’s my sweet baby boy and I love showering him with affection.

Mephistopheles (From Faust and other pieces of folklore). My artistic muse and a character who I almost consider to be a mentor. This charming demon is also the focal character of most of my original intellectual properties, which I have tied together into a mythos/multiverse that I call The MephistoVerse.

The Devil (From Cuphead). He’s basically like one of those cats that demand affection 24/7 and of course he always gets it because he’s so adorably pompous and floofy.

Ratbag the Coward (From Middle Earth: Shadow of Mordor and Middle Earth: Shadow of War). He’s a sweet dork of an orc who’s like a brother to me. Constantly coming up with harebrained schemes and being the closest thing to a troublemaker the household has.

Dr Hans Friedrich (From an obscure YouTube channel called Rocky ASMR). An evil scientist who lives in the basement and totally isn’t planning to make zombies for world domination. Underneath his eccentric demeanour, however, Friedrich really just wants to be loved.

Koroviev (From my absolute favourite novel, The Master And Margarita). A trickster demon who’s always cracking jokes and joining in on Ratbag’s pranks. He always knows how to make us all laugh.

Gabriel Belmont (From Castlevania: Lords of Shadow). Despite being a rather moody vampire, he’s still part of the brotherhood and partakes in our various adventures. He needs a hug (and frequently gets them from me).

Ulysses the Dragon (From various projects within the MephistoVerse). The very first OC I ever created, 14 years ago, Ulysses is a green dragon who’s as loyal as a dog and as smart as a corvid. He’s pretty much been a lifelong companion and I love him to bits.

Dr Neo Periwinkle Cortex (From Crash Bandicoot). As if one evil scientist wasn’t enough, Cortex is the most recent F/O of mine. He is simply adorable and the rest of us can’t stop fawning over him. Although I dread to think what he and Friedrich are conspiring about.

Writing Projects

I am the creator/owner of the following intellectual properties:

The DragonSoul Trilogy. Although purely existing in script form, these are intended to be a trilogy of 2-D animated dark fantasy films focusing on the rivalry between Mephistopheles and Stardust, a dragon/human fair folk who owes the demon his soul.

Pandæmonium. A sitcom focusing on Satan and his fellow demons becoming social media influencers, with disastrous consequences. A combination of satire and slapstick. Very loosely based on Paradise Lost.

The Book of Buyan. A graphic novel about two intrepid sorcerers going on a quest to find the soul of a powerful necromancer.

The Varkaus Mythos. A nine-volume series of fantasy novels set almost entirely in the fictional realm of Varkaus. Ancient prophecies, barbarian orcs riding armoured griffins and interdimensional portals await.

Blood Moon Sky. Gothic novel divided into four parts, exploring some original vampire lore and the backstory of the ancient Bloodmoon lineage, a prophecy surrounding the seventh son of a seventh son, a romance between a dhampir and a human and a mysterious tragedy that has broken the vampires apart.

The Secret Life of Cuthbert Wetherby. A surreal animated short film about the Victorian folkloric figure Spring-Heeled Jack and his double life as the upstanding gentleman Cuthbert Wetherby and the infamous Terror of London.

Little Sunshine & Friends. A four-episode miniseries spin-off of DragonSoul, featuring Mephistopheles and his henchdemons getting up to all kinds of crazy antics.

Mythology All-Stars. An anthology series with each episode devoted to a different set of myths and legends from around the world and original stories featuring beloved characters such as Anansi, Sun-Wukong, Beowulf and some more obscure ones like Suur Töll and Arawn.

I, Darkswan. An experimental short horror film containing allegorical depictions of humanity, good and evil, life and death and a seriously unreliable narrator.

With the exception of Blood Moon Sky, these projects are all connected and are part of The MephistoVerse, with Mephistopheles of course playing a crucial role in the plots, or at least encountering the protagonists in some way or another. I, Darkswan is a bit of an outlier, as it is a story written by one of the characters within the MephistoVerse so there’s almost a kind of Inception thing going on.

Please bear it in mind that the vast majority of these projects currently only exist in the pre-production/planning stage. Feel free to ask me about them but if you’re going to create any content based on them, please tag and/or credit me.

Miscellaneous

My top 10 favourite films (in no particular order) are:

The Dark Crystal

The Princess Bride

Tetsuo: The Iron Man

The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe

The Wind In The Willows (Cosgrove Hall)

The Lord of the Rings trilogy

The Thief and The Cobbler

Beowulf

The Producers

Faust (F.W. Murnau)

Honourable mention goes to Monty Python and the Holy Grail

My favourite places in the UK are Glastonbury, Sheffield, Glasgow, Buxton and the Natural History Museum in London. My favourite food is a döner kebab. I might be slightly addicted to bubblegum soda. My favourite bands/musical artists are Nightwish, Starset, Rammstein, From Ashes To New, Written By Wolves, The Veer Union and Enya.

My favourite visual artists are Jacek Yerka, Zdzisław Beksiński, Vladimir Kush, Rob Gonsalves and Louis Wain. Other people who serve as sources of inspiration include Guillermo Del Toro, Vincent Price, Ralph Bakshi, William Blake and Shakespeare.

I have an odd relationship with spirituality and religion, but I consider myself a Muslim. I also study the principles of Taoism and find them incredibly beneficial. In general I just love to learn about, well, everything.

My askbox is always open! 💖

*whispers discreetly* by the way, I do frequently write explicit content here. Thou hath been warned. Minors, Begone.

#arwen speaks #about me #profile #made this to celebrate getting 800 followers #thank you all so much

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ratherbefangirling · 2 years

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hi there! i'd like to request a bts ship if you're still doing them! i hope i'm doing all of this right, i haven't really used tumblr in a while 😭

my nickname is m, i'm 23 years old! i'm an ambivert (who acts a bit more like an introvert these days), enfp, enneagram 4. contrary to what people around me think, i'm a slytherin 🙈 i used to be a lot more shy than i am now, but i've somehow naturally overcome that through activities in my school's drama club. i'm both a cat and a dog person and would love to own one of each in the near future! i'm an animal lover in general, i'm especially obsessed with ducks, pandas and penguins for some reason 🙈 regarding my appearance, i'm pretty basic, i have brown eyes and brown wavy hair, i'm around 165 cm tall and i'm a bit on the chubbier side.

i'm currently getting my degree in foreign language teaching, i speak 3 languages fluently and i'm planning to start learning french in the near future. besides languages, i'm really interested in art and art history, astronomy, archaeology and psychology. if i wasn't a teacher, i'd probably be a speech therapist or i'd just live off of drawings/paintings i make or stuff i craft.

i change my hobbies almost every week, right now, i spend most of my time playing video games. i've really been into sims lately (i mostly build stuff because i find the gameplay really repetitive). as soon as i graduate, i'd like to start travelling more often, some of the countries i'd like to visit are italy, france, the uk, japan, switzerland, south korea and new zealand.

my ideal partner is someone who would enjoy spending a lot of their free time with me, someone who would not be afraid of physical affection because i love love LOVE to give and receive cuddles and hugs! i'd also like to have a partner who would respect me and my interests and would always support me in everything i do. an ideal date would either be a picnic with all of our favorite food or going out for hot drinks (hot choco or tea) and then later watching something at the cinema.

my bias is tae, he somehow caught my eye the moment i was introduced to bts, i love how he seems to have a really cold exterior but on the inside he's the cutest fluffball that exists! i don't really have a bias wrecker, or rather, i change my bias wrecker every week because i just love all of the boys and i have a different special connection with each and every one of them.

a no-no for me are yandere and hybrid AUs, everything else is ok!

ship type: regular please 😊

i'm really sorry if this turned out to be too long 💔

Don't be sorry, its lovely to read this!!!

The person I ship you with is Namjoon

Warning : Idol au.

You meet Namjoon in one of the rich people parties

it was an art event

Your dress cost an arm and a leg

But you did look gorgeous

So much so that Namjoon couldn't take his eyes of you... so that was good investment.

You however were engrossed in the paintings, one in particular you felt really connected to

Namjoon decides to approach you and comment on it.

You talk and talk and talk

The nights end up with you drunk on Namjoon's dimples and a message on your phone.

Your life goes to normal and the night seems like a fairytale dream

Except Joon sends you paintings he likes and music he likes and when he thinks the sky is pretty or if he wants to talk about his pokemon collection

It's cute until it isn't because you think you're falling for him and I don't blame you who wouldn't

Namjoon decides to go on a trip and hire you as his official translator

Its because he needs a translator he says and not because you said you dreamt of travelling

So basically you get paid to live your dream, to travel, to explore that too in luxury and to eat and laugh with your bestfriend and the boy you really really like.

The last day of the trip is in Paris and its cliche but its romantic (though with this man going to the convenience store would be romantic too) (next time he'll take you to Taj Mahal, 'it was called Mumtaz Mahal after the emperors wife but more importantly his lover')

Of course he intends to propose but he has lost the ring and you laugh because this is Namjoon.

Once you do agree to be his lover, he can't take his hands of you, he's always all over you

Infact it gets irritating when after coming home from the gym he hugs you and you have to take a bath

He also has a whole wall with your artwork only one work not done by you is put up it's the painting you liked and the room is decorated with your souvenirs and his pokemon collection and your photos

Every winter you both make ductan sonyeondan and every year he manages to break the mold.

In conclusion you have a person who not only supports your life but is glad because it reduces his guilt even if on occasion despite never admitting later he does get jealous

Now you have a person who is going to turn every part of your relationship into songs ... sometimes you wonder if he loves you more or the song writing content you provide him

But who cares sometimes you know love and sometimes you dont but as long as there are snacks with your tea you are willing to learn about it.

Hope you liked it.

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allthingsscented · 2 years

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First Fall Bath & Body Works Haul for 2022 🍁🎃

First Impressions:

Sunrise Woods Hand Cream- i LOVE this scent, the hand cream is decently strong so if you like this scent i’d recommend picking one up. it gives me all the cozy fall vibes 🌅🍂

Coconut Milk Hand Cream- i’m obsessed with this one, it’s a favorite hand cream of mine and i feel like it moisturizes my hands better than the other hand creams but maybe that’s just in my head 😂 had to pick this up because i’m almost out of my original 🥥🥛

Black Cat Wall Plug- SO CUTE! its eyes light up when you plug it in and i’m so happy i got one. i ordered it online originally and it arrived broken but i was able to exchange it easy. so if you order it online make sure to check the top is still securely attached! 🐈‍⬛

Candy Corn Lip Gloss- LOVE IT! if you used B&BW lip gloss in the early 2010s you know that stuff was stiiiiccckkyy. this is not! their formula has improved greatly and i know i’m gunna use this so much this fall! 👻🧡💛🤍

✨Shimmer Fine Fragrance Mists:

Ghoul Friend- i never got that into this scent in the candle, esp for fall because it’s not fall to me. but this body spray is FANTASTIC! very fruity and perfect for those who get wayyyy too excited for Halloween in summer (me) 💀🍓🥀

Pumpkin Carving- let me be clear… this is Sweet Cinnamon Pumpkin. immediately recognized it. but it’s still amazing. 🎃

Vampire Blood- so good! i used to get this in the hand sanitizer as a kid so it’s a nostalgic Halloween scent for me :) 🧛🏻🩸🍓

-also for all the shimmers, they come out kinda thick so you almost have to rub them in on your skin.- ✨

Watermelon & Coffee Lip Scrubs I am not opening for a while so hopefully i’ll remember to update on them. 🍉☕️

Sweet Cinnamon Pumpkin Moisturizing Hand Sanitizer- it smells very good. hoping it’s not as hard on my hands as the regular (i have very dry skin). it kinda leaves little flakes of the cream on my hands so if that would bother you maybe stick with the regular kind? 🎃

White Coconut Caramel- such a good scent! i’m glad i grabbed one of these to try it out because i was pretty focused on the other mini in this collection i got 😉 to me it smells like the sugared snickerdoodle with some coconut which is lovely. 🥥🍮

Pumpkin Apple- PuMPkiN ApPLe!!!!!!!!!! y’all i lost it when i heard this was coming in a fine fragrance mist. i was expecting it last year with the hand cream but it never came so i was ecstatic to get my hands on it this year! it smells just like the candle (iykyk) and dries down into a lovely fall spice scent 🎃🍎

Poppy- i wasn’t that interested in this one originally but i smelled it when walking into the store and decided to pick up a mini. you’ll like it if you’re a fan of florals and it has an initial scent that reminds me a bit of open sky. 🌸🌺

#bath & body works #perfume #lotion #hand sanitizer #self care #body care #bath and body works fall #fall #autumn #halloween #pumpkin #sweet cinnamon pumpkin #apple #pumpkin apple #reviews #review #bath and body works review #haul #self care haul

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norribobs · 3 months

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I was tagged by the lovely and gorgeous @twinkodium 💛💛

What colour are your eyes?

A very light blue, almost grey. I once had a patient say it reminds them of the sky before a snowstorm.

My eyes are the one feature that everyone mentions when they meet me. Either because of the colour or the fact that I have naturally really long lashes 😂

Tell me about your pets. Or your dream pet.

I have a rescue cat called Texas. The name was already given to her at shelter and it was never changed. She usually goes by Tex, or Texan BBQ.

Share some interesting facts about yourself.

I was once held hostage when I was 16. I was coming home from school when I saw a lady in her garden in obvious pain trying to get to her car and she told me that her husband had abandoned her and she didn’t know where he’d gone, and she needed to get to hospital. I couldn’t drive, so I got her back into the house and call an ambulance and we heard the front door close and lock. Turns out the husband had Alzheimer’s and was very confused and had only gone upstairs. Now convinced that we’re attackers, he locked us in and kept screaming at us with a knife that he wouldn’t let us kill him. So I had to get keep him out the living room until the ambulance arrived and had to let them in through the living room window. Both are now okay, she got the help she needed and the husband is now in a care home where he’s safe and looked after.

What was the first fandom you were a part of.

Doctor Who. I gad only just turned 9 when it came back in 2005. And I was obsessed.

Do you have any phobias?

I do. But they’re quite dark thanks to the shit I’ve seen at work. Deep Water and Fire. Mainly because I’ve seen bodies of those that have drowned, and someone that caught on fire. And they will haunt me for the rest of my life.

Are you a picky eater? If so, what food can’t you stand?

Not really. I love most food. I often look like I’m a picky eater when I go to a seaside town in the UK called Whitby. Which I do with family every year. But it’s not because I’m picky. It’s because I’m allergic to shellfish and so much food has hidden prawns in it!

Do you eat the burger and fries at the same time? Or one after another?

One after the other. 🫣 Fries first then the burger.

Winter or Summer?

WINTER. I am all about the ‘ber’ months. September through to December! Back to school, then Halloween, Bonfire Night, Advent and Christmas! It’s all great!

What fanfiction tropes are your favourites?

Enemies to Lovers, Friends to Lovers (Looking at you Jack and Nikki), Mutual pining is always fun.

Are you studying or working? What did you study, what is your job?

Nurse. That’s why I’ve seen too much shit 🫠

What is the last country you visited?

Wales, technically.

What country would you want to move to after retiring?

I dunno. I’d probably end up back home in Yorkshire to be honest.

Who was your first crush?

A boy on my street called Lucien. He was French, family had moved from Paris. When we were like 14, we started dating and were together for like 2 years. His mum ended up being my French teacher at school which was awkward but they spoke French at his house so I knew quite a bit by the end. I’ve probably forgotten most of it now though.

How did you get into the F1 fandom?

I always loved racing things, ever since I was a kid. Herbie films were my favourite films growing up and then she told me I’d like F1. First race was Monaco 2009. And never missed one since.

I tag whoever wants to do this! 💛💛

#tags challenge

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greenteaanon · 2 years

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Death Palette Reader

In Genshin Impact Sagau!

Warning: Second POV, light mention of Gore, Death, Obsessiveness, Cult Themes, Fem! Reader

Spoilers for Death palette

!¡Read with caution¡!

Tell me if I missed anything -GreenTea

In everyone's residence wether it be small, or Big, rich, or poor all across teyvat in a dimly lit room there's always a painting a replica of a Young Girl with a blue flower, the rest is all monotoned colors and they call her "The Girl with the Blue Flower".

The way the paintings they have varies, Some she's sitting on a bed, some paintings she's holding an unpeeled apple with a knife, or with a bird and a cat, some are her eating macarons and drinking tea, some are her in a garden sitting on a red bench, near a river with 2 bridges or in a garden of blue flowers, the most popular are her sitting idly with a blue box and a bird cage.

In a small unnamed island east of Guyun stone forest and North Inazuma stood a manor on it, in one of the dimly rooms a painting in an easel covered by a sheet was uncovered. A Merchant was left alone

"Heehee, have you come to paint me?" A sweet voice spoke up within the room, too dim for the man to indentify the person who spoke. "Who...Who said that?" The man questioned. "Me Silly~" you moved your hand to wave, though robotically and stiff it gave off a slight "comforting" but ominous vibe. The merchant's breath hitched when his eyes landed on the painting. A girl sitting there one eye closed in all monotone colors...but a red eye.

"A Painter? Am I finally getting painted....you are a painter right?" You tilted your head to the side stiffly. The man nodded no. "It's rude to stare at a lady you know" you retorted back. "Get to painting...though I'm feeling peckish, I'm sure my acolytes won't mind if I asked for some food...."

In less that a moment Who have been known as the God of anemo, Barbatos walked in with an apple and handed it to the painter and whispered "Paint it how she likes her apples" softly like a warning. 'How she likes it??? I don't even know who she is.'

"Tsk tsk...how long must you take" You said in annoyance "But there is no paint to use" the man mumbled out "Oh..here—" a flame appeared on her fingertips "Oh dear it's too bright let me....shrink the flame" The flame shranked and the man stumbles back 'my chest...it's hurts....' a stinging pain in his chest rised.

"Your life is like a small candle flame...what color will it be, Blue like the sky, Yellow like a sour lemon, or red like....hehe let's see~"

The man picked up the brush "I'm bored and hungry too, I wonder whose screams will sate my appetite" you giggled.

"Now Paint. Put your soul into it. Stake your life on it" you whispered.

The merchant painted the apple on her hands, and colored it red "Oh. an apple. It looks delicious." You stopped speaking and opened your eyes and looked at him "But I can't eat it when it's still unpeeled. I see now. you want ME to peel it!" The man visibly gulped He's upsetted her.

"I'm very good at peeling things, you know!" You tilted your head to the right in an almost impossible manner and lifted your hand up.

The merchant was discovered in the studio with all their skin peeled off. No. 2 skinned

A couple figures walked in "What a great performance that was your Grace" Morax..or Zhongli spoke up.

"Yes..yes..and another day without me getting painted" you sighed.

"Some day we will come across a painter to paint you, Your Grace" Ei spoke sweetly.

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A/n: I don't know about this one...I was just Hyperfixated on this game a friend recommended to me....I also highly recommended Death palette for puzzle and story loving people.

#sagau #genshin fanfic #genshin impact cult au #genshin impact sagau #genshin sagau #death palette #genshin reader insert

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thefanficmonster · 3 years

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Chaos Magnet

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)

Warnings: None :)

Genre: FLUFF, HUMOR, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: When Y/N get invited onto a stream with the gang by Jack (Sean) she’s not sure what to expect but it’s safe to say that such chaos is not something she could’ve ever imagined.

Requested by Anon. Hi hun! Thank you so much for your lovely request, it really had me laughing and still had me be awe-struck by the adorableness of the idea. Sorry it’s been such a long time since you put in the request but I still hope you come across the fic and read it! Love, Vy ❤

“Alright people, silence in the call for a moment!“ Jack calls out when the lobby’s counter has finally reached up to nine, leaving room for one more person who is yet to join, but apparently he doesn’t care much that he’ll probably have to repeat himself when the tenth person enters the call and lobby.

“Jack, you should know by now, the day there’s silence in this call is when some supernatural force murders all ten of our mics. It just won’t happen, deal with it.“ Charlie, who was having an ‘intense’ discussion with Toast up until Jack’s interruption, says sarcastically, chuckling ever so slightly, enough for it to be contagious and make me crack a smile as well.

“There won’t be silence, I’ll be talking. If only the rest of you would LET ME.“ Jack replies just as sarcastically, getting Charlie to let out an actual fit of laughter. When his chuckling subsides along with the rest of the chatter in the call, Jack finally gets to have the speech he mentioned, “Right, ok so here’s the deal folks: today we have a guest addition to the stream, curtesy of mine because I’m obsessed with her channel. As you might or might not have noticed, there’s one person missing from the lobby but she’s gonna be joining us any minute now. As I said, I’m a huge fan so you better not embarrass me or I swear I’m gonna kill you first when I get to be an impostor.”

I don’t know what the others are thinking - probably something similar as what I’m thinking though: Noted, embarrass Jack to the best of your ability. Trust me, getting him flustered in front of his YouTube idol is well worth the death in Among Us he’s threatening us with.

“Also keep in mind that she’s of a different kind, not of our breed if you will - she’s an ASMR YouTuber. Not those who eat in the mic just because they think it’d be pleasant for people to hear.“ Jack goes on to explain, the way he’s described this girl’s craft is quite intriguing, especially when you consider how confidently Jack expressed his distaste with ASMR in the past. He’s always claimed not to be a fan but here we are, I guess people really do change.

“Thank you for making it seem like I do more than just cut up soaps, Jack. I really appreciate it but don’t bump the bar up that high, people will be disappointed when they actually visit my channel.“ An unfamiliar voice appears in the call out of nowhere. Though, unfamiliar is not the adjective I should focus on when describing this girl’s voice. I’ll list a few more but even they won’t do it justice: pleasant, awing, mesmerizing, unbelievable, out-of-this-world...I really could keep going.

“Oh come on, Y/N, you don’t just cut up soap. You turn them into bath bombs too!“ Jack laughs, earning him a playful scoff from the newcomer. “Oh yeah, almost forgot - Everyone, this is Y/N, our ASMR artist.“

“Please, some ‘artist’ I am. The people in my comment section would disagree with that description.“ She giggles after kindly responding to each and every greeting the gang sends her way, myself included. “The word I’ve seen people use most when describing my channel is ‘cringey’ so....yeah.“ She laughs, a genuine laugh instead of the bitter one I was expecting to follow such words.

“That seems to be the cool kids’ favorite word, don’t dwell too much on it.“ Rae tells her reassuringly, “What’s important is what word would you use to describe your channel?“

Y/N hums, sounding as though she’s fallen in thought but that’s only one brief moment before she answers. Or begins to, at least, “Well, if I were to describe my channel with one word it’d be....BEEFY!”

That one out-of-context word, screamed out by such an angelic voice has me breaking down with overwhelming laughter collapsing all my ability to hold back.

“Out of all the words, you’d choose beefy?“ I somehow manage to ask between fits of laughter that render me breathless.

“She’s a vegetarian, I think, I don’t know why she’d choose that word.“ Jack too is laughing his butt off but has a significantly better grip on it, “Y/N, care to explain your peculiar choice?“

There’s a lot of shuffling and random noise on Y/N’s end before her reply finally comes, accompanied by a weak meow, “Sorry guys, that was a classic cat of Mr. Beef Stronganoff seeking attention by being chaotic.” She says through laughter, her words followed by another meow which was a lot more clear, seemingly closer to the mic, “He took down my mic, and he seems like he wants to do it again....BEEFY NO!”

For some reason, even with that explanation in mind, I can’t keep myself from laughing. Come to think of it, I think the explanation only makes it funnier.

“Ugh, darn it! I saved my mic but he ran across my keyboard and turned my webcam off how do I turn it back on?“ Her voice dies down for a few secs before it reemerges from her end, “Ok nevermind I got it. Now I can answer...what was the question again?“

Recovering from his laughing fit, Jack manages to repeat the question, “What word would you use to describe your channel?”

“Oh that! Right, ok. Um, I’d call it aesthetically pleasing and BEEFY NOT THE ROUTER CABLE YOU DUMMIE!“

She’s insane. Or her cat’s insane. I can’t tell. Maybe both. Either way, I can’t help but feel like I’ve found a soulmate in this literal stranger. It’s safe to say us chaos magnets like her and I, we don’t only attract chaos, but also chaotic individuals. I’m so glad she magnetized me to herself. Or was it the other way around? We may never know - mystery is in the nature of us chaos magnets, you know.

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