#MH reigns

[spellboundcities]

short bitch energy ( @wandering-the-worlds )

#my friend dragged me by my ankles into this whole shenaniganery. the minute I found out fanart was a thing I lost my mind #i don't know how long this will last me but it's battling the reigning king (mh) for fixation of the week #in true hsm fashion lmao #local cryptid draws #cccc #cj heart #cj mind #cj soul #chonnys charming chaos compendium #WHAT are the tags for this. I think I've got em all #shitpost #she heart on my mind til i soul

[tangirlisfangirl]

whenever ive seen a power hungry character in any sort of media ive always just been “but y tho? whats the appeal. seems boring and empty lol anyways.”

THEN i saw the empire music video with nefera and ramses and went “ohhhh. now i get it—“

#they make it seem so appealing in a way no one else has oml!! #plus with ramses’ deep vocals and evil laugh during the dance break it just adds to the whole thing they needed to make a full version w him #REIGN OVER EVERYTHING TAKE OVER EVERYTHING 🗣🗣 #the line ‘when we run this kingdom its gonna be monstrous’ did something indescribable to me #brb gonna commit some politically charged murders <3 #manipulating and scheming for the funsies #monster high #mh #boo york boo york #nefera de nile #ramses de nile

[sashi-ya]

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟑 DAY 8: SEX MACHINE Vinsmoke Brothers 𝘹 𝘍! 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

Requested by: @shogunfura ➡ Hi hi Sashi 😊 I saw your kinktober Event and you know how much I love the vinsmokes, soooo I neeeed to request something. I was thinking about day 8 sex machine if it's not already taken. So as an extra kink I would say foursome, cause I would like all three of them 🤤 Gender should be female with she/her pronouns please 😊 I hope you feel better these days. I know that you had a hard time and I just want to let you know that I'm rooting for you, even though I'm not that active. I always appreciate the time and effort you put into your fics. Keep up the good work, I love to read your entrys 🙈😊 ➡ thank u so much sweetheart, please enjoy! 💖💖 tw: mdni. usage of a "sex machine". tubes, inflation, suction and filling with liquids (heavily inspired on those echhi comics with tubes and tentacles :P). oral. vag. nipple play. depravity. could be considered dark content, so read it under your own risk. 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

“Prince Ichiji… what- what is this?” “Our new invention, do you like it (Name)?” “I- yes… ngh…”

You were used to have fun with the Germa princes. They don’t treat you like a slave like they do to other women; you could say are one of them. Being the princess of another reign aligned to the Germa 66 one, you are free to visit them as they are to visit you. And those visits include rough, savage, violent sexual encounters. Sometimes together, sometimes with one of the sibling. But all of them based in pure lust and depravity that fill your hollow hearts.

That Sunday afternoon, after getting tea with the guys, they invited to meet their new “toy”.

You should have at least suspected. It should have been clear to you that what were you gonna fid inside that sterile lab looking room was machinery for… pleasure.

A table, similar to a hospital bed, lies in the middle of the room. Around several computers with a variety of tentacle like tubes.

“Would you like to be the first one to try, Princess (Name)?” Vinsmoke Niji asks, placing his hands on your shoulders.

You don’t think much, you have no choice but to cooperate. The one asking is the least comprehensive than the three of them.

“Mh… yes” you murmur, as your royal attire gets already untied by those irreverent hands.

And soon, completely nude, you are invited to sit on the cold surface of that “bed”.

Ichiji Vinsmoke comes closer to you, as he is the one entitled to operate the main computer.

“There… get comfortable for me, ok?” he says, pushing the button ON on a wide keyboard on what looks like the main console of the machine.

You wait in silence, smiling uncomfortably to the two brothers looking at you with their pants already tenting. If they were animals, they be frothing at the mouth. The reflex of your nudity over the metallic bed gives them a beautiful, mirrored image of your already wetting sex.

A few sounds catch your attention, and soon you notice Ichiji holding the first tube in his hands.

“So, the first one should be connected to… your right nipple” he murmurs, as if he was a doctor ready to perform surgery on a patient. Except that you are able to listen, and completely awake for that matter.

The tube instantly attaches to your nipple with negative pressure, imitating the sucking motions of their lips.

Then, with no words but a side smirk, Ichiji connects yet another tube to your other nipple.

You are already trying to stop yourself from squirming, as the sucking intensifies, and it feels absolutely amazing.

“You are liking it already, (Name). Aren’t you?” Yonji asks, coming closer to you by the other side of the bed.

You nod, biting your lips but never taking all of the attention away from Ichiji. He is the one controlling the mysterious sex machine, and you wonder what else will be attached to -or inserted in- your body at any moment.

And indeed, in his hand he takes yet another tube but this time with no attachment by the end of it.

He shows it to you with that smirking that never fades away from his lips. Your already desperate façade reflects on his cherry red glasses.

“Now, we have already played with vibrators. But I believe never with a suction toy, right?” he asks you, pondering something.

“I- no- no. we ne-ngh-ver” you barely answer as the sucking in your nipples become stronger every second it passes, with different patterns that you are mostly sure will be imitated in your sex.

“Good, suction it is then. Don’t worry, though. There will be vibration either way” he says, laughing at Niji who apparently enjoys that last part most than the rest.

An attachment, that reminds you of an oxygen mask, gets fixed into the tube and such tube gets directed towards your sex.

Immediately after, the suction begins. Pumping air can be felt, and your clit feels like exploding in a matter of seconds. This time it is almost impossible for you to rest still.

As you squirm, receiving a pleasure ever taken by your body, you notice Yonji’s desperate erection coming closer to your lips.

You wonder if that’s all, but you are surely wrong. And even if you wish to be sucking his dick right now, your squirming motions aren’t making it easy.

“Ichiji, she won’t stop moving” Yonji grunts, protesting as your lips can’t surround his shaft comfortably as he wishes.

“That’s why you should wait, but if you can’t let me hold her still for you” he says, typing a couple of unknown words on the computer.

You widen your eyes, not knowing exactly what’s about to happen but soon you learn cold metallic straps have trapped you against the bed.

“There, beast. Fuck her mouth” Ichiji says, while your mouth receives the impertinent sex of the youngest of them all.

You aren’t mad as the salty flavour of his precum fills your tongue, but you aren’t definitely comfortable either. The shackles are hurting your wrists and ankles, but pleasure is stronger to notice such pain.

As you gag and tear up from the deep rams of Yonji’s dick against your throat, you feel an explosive climax reaching you. You let it happen, you don’t need to hold back, you really needed relief.

But a single orgasm won’t be enough, and nor you are having a time off after it. In fact, Niji, who is standing by your feet is ready to play with your body too.

“Ichiji, let go one of her feet” he asks, in between your muffled moaning and the sound of your skin slapping against the bed.

The red-haired brother surely turns his eyes white but allows your right leg to be freed. Niji, traps it and takes your toe into his mouth. Who knew the blue demon liked feet that much.

He gets your toe completely dampened and then continues with the rest of the feet, only to take it to his freed sex.

“Move it up and down, bitch” he moans, while you feel the wetness of his sprouting precum on his tip, mixing with his saliva.

And to his grunts, Yonji add his. Filling, with no shame, your mouth of his cum. You choke with it, giving them the imagery of white sticky product running through the commissure of your lips.

“That’s good, bitch” Yonji celebrates, cleaning -smearing- your face off his own cum.  

You blink repeatedly, with your head in the clouds and probably unaware of what’s coming for you next.

And it is, indeed, the second brother who’s already crawling on top of the bed. He is not willing to wait, and apparently your foot against his shaft isn’t satisfying him no more.

Ichiji laughs at your reaction when seeing Niji topping you all of a sudden. He pulls the suction cup on your sex, making you mewl. It didn’t hurt, indeed, it felt amazing.

“Look at how inflamed you are… so pretty” Niji laughs, playing with your swollen labia and squirting liquids.

You swallow the left overs of Yonji’s cum, it is hard to do so as it sticks down the walls of your throats. But you don’t mind, you will drink plenty of water after -that if, you survive this-.

The sudden intrusion makes you whine, but it does not surprise you. Niji’s dick has been several times inside you, and this is yet another one of those. However, as you are swollen, a lot more sensitive and needy, the ramming motions of his hips are better than ever.

Ichiji has release your other foot so that your legs are now resting on Niji’s shoulder. But still, you wonder what is his gonna do next.

By the side of your eye, you take a swift look at what he holds in his hands, and it is yet another tube he seems to be preparing.

Several are the minutes of uncontrollable and merciless fucking Niji blesses you with, and several are also the times you come with him and the sucking cups on your nipples still attached to you.

And right after he finishes filling you up, it’s time for the first born to have fun. Him whose king qualities always shine the brightest, moves his brother to the side before kissing your lips with a soft peck.

But don’t let it fool you. He might be more delicate, and maybe even more put together… but the red haired one, is the cruellest of them all.

“See this, (Name)? Do you know what this is?” he asks, showing the tube in his hand. It is different from the rest, it looks to be dripping with some kind of lubrication liquid.

“N- no… wha- what is it?” you ask, this time for real scared.

He smirks, taking off his glasses and flashing his blue irises to you. “Ah… this is my special one. My creation” he scoffs, walking slowly to your feet.

“See… you have just experienced suction and penetration separately. But, now I want you to experience everything and more at the same time”

A couple of shackles are now holding your legs spread apart to almost feeling like breaking your body in half. You understand that in case pleasure gets too high, you won’t be able to even close them as a natural response.

“Now, allow me to insert this… you will feel your womb a little… full” Ichiji says, sticking that cold tube into you.

A soon warm and cold mix of some liquid begins to fill you up; you feel a bulge forming in your lower belly.

“Wh- what is it?” you ask, with widen eyes but still squirming because it feels unexpectedly good.

“It’s a bio liquid I developed, it will enhance your sensations” he informs you, violently pressing down your belly. “Try to hold it…” he jokes, knowing too well it would be almost impossible to do so.

Yet, your walls work hard not to let a single drop scape your womb. And it makes you tremble, as the pressure plays against your G spot like nothing before.

“Ichi-Ichiji… this- is amazing…” you huff. No amount of air is enough.

“I know, right… but what if I add a little bit of this? will you be able to hold it in?” he murmurs, while the tube inside of you begins to vibrate.

You close your eyes. Painfully trying to stop the contents inside of you to come out… this time, losing the battle, dripping down the liquids all over the bed, having yet another orgasm…

“Honey… you are ready for me now” “Fuck her rough, brother!”

taglist: @stephisokay @henrioo @shuzuiikoii @bullbonez @fengxinwifutobecalled @i-started-reading-fanfics-at12 @crimsonlikeshellsing @weebare808 @thestarwasborn @bookandyarndragon @cyberdazetragedy @uzxotic and @kwnblack because come on, vinsmokes are our guilty pleasure 💖🤭

#kinktober #vinsmoke ichiji x reader #vinsmoke niji #kinktober 23 #vinsmoke niji x reader #ichiji vinsmoke #vinsmoke yonji x reader #yonji vinsmoke #ichiji x reader #vinsmoke family #vinsmoke siblings #vinsmoke brothers #germa 66 fan fic #germa brothers #germa 66 #one piece #germa 66 smut #ichiji vinsmoke smut #niji vinsmoke #one piece x reader #one piece x you #sashi ya #one piece fanfiction #one piece x y/n #kinktober 2023 #hentober

[straykeedz]

what about minsung hard thoughts 🥹 u have full free reign

smut under the cut. minors, go away!! 😤 really, there’s smut.

okay maaaaaaybe giving me full free reign wasn’t a good idea bc the first thing i thought of

the FIRST

(that says a lot about me ig 😇)

was

that maybe you’re on the couch or on the bed with them, watching a movie, but you’re not really paying attention and the sexual tension is definitely there.

and that maybe minho is more subtle about it, slowly sneaking his hand under the blanket and slowly teasing you by letting his fingers travel all over your inner thigh until they brush your groin.

jisung is definitely the cheekier one, doing the yawning trick so that he can wrap his arm around your shoulder. you’d think he’s just being cute, when really - ten seconds later he’s sliding his hand under your top and grabbing one of your tits.

it’s casual at first, you don’t think things are about to escalate. not until you feel minho’s hands toying with the hem of your joggers, slipping right under the waistband. he traces the outline of your pussy with his fingers. he almost shows no emotion, keeping his eyes on the tv screen, but you don’t miss the way he sucks in a breath when his fingers come in contact with the wet patch in your underwear. he wastes no time in pulling your panties to the side, touching you properly.

jisung, beside you, with his arm around your shoulder and his hand groping your tit, is unaware of what minho’s doing. he gets suspicious, though, when he checked minho out with the corner of his eye and saw him lean in to whisper something in your ear.

“play with my cock, pretty?”

and he literally jumps on his seat, “why does she have to play with your cock? why not mine?”

minho replies calmly - “because you haven’t been fingering her for the past five minutes, i have.”

jisung nearly chokes on his own spit and lifts the blanket faster than lightning only to find out that minho’s right. your shirt is lifted, your pants pulled slightly down, and minho’s fingers are moving in and out of you slowly. his cock stirs in his pants.

“yah! that’s not fair!”

minho doesn’t answer, he simply lifts his hips just to slide his sweats down the curve of his ass, and his cock slaps on his belly, veiny and thick, balls looking heavy and full. he bites his lips when you wrap your cold fingers around the base of his dick while he continues to finger fuck you.

“that’s not fair!” jisung repeats, a bit louder than before. the sight of you moving your hand up and down minho’s cock is just intoxicating, “play with my dick too, babe. ‘m hard for you too!”

he lets go of your tit just to push his sweats down his legs as well, freeing his cock. you giggle at his eagerness, but wrap your other hand around him as well. he’s luckier than minho, because you’re able to touch him with your dominant hand, and your movements up and down his cock are definitely more fluid and steady.

“w-wait, babe, lemme spit on it,” you think the it in question is your hand, but no. he means his cock. he spits on his own cock. a copious amount of saliva coats his cockhead and starts to drip down his shaft. “mhhhh like that,” he whines, kicking his head back and closing his eyes.

minho rolls his eyes, “yah, you’re neglecting my cock now,” he scolds you.

you turn your head to look at him, “‘m sorry min. you know this is my weak hand.”

he rolls his eyes, “ah, sometimes i forget not all of you mere mortals are ambidextrous”, he sighs. “‘s fine, pretty, just means you’re gonna let me have your pretty pussy now, yeah?”

“no! don’t stop touchin’ me,” jisung whines as soon as he hears minho’s words.

minho rolls his eyes. always so desperate, han jisung. “ah pretty, what do you say i just… bend you over and take you from behind, hm? so you can continue playing with his dick while i fuck you, my pretty cumslut.”

you nod eagerly, still jerking jisung off.

“mh, that’s what i thought,” minho grins, then removes his fingers from your pussy. you feel empty, but it’s alright, because he’ll soon fill you up with his cock.

minho gets rid of his clothes while you continue to move your hand up and down jisung’s cock. it looks so hard, so juicy for you to not wrap your lips around its tip. when you turn your head to look at minho, he’s completely naked, cock menacingly hard between his legs.

“face down, ass up, pretty,” he says “you’re gonna blow hanji while i fuck this pretty pussy of yours, aren’t you?”

you nod once more, “i am, i am. can’t wait for it.”

minho doesn’t even undress you. he just lifts your top to free your boobs and pulls down your pants and underwear to expose your bare cunt.

jisung is in paradise - he feels he could actually ascend to the sky when you wrap your hot lips around his cockhead. pathetic whines fall from his lips minho snaps his hips against yours, making you take him deeper in your throat until you’re gagging around his length.

“yeah, fuckin’ choke on jisung’s cock, pretty,” minho grunts, gripping your hips tighter as he pounds into you, his heavy balls slapping on your clit with each thrust. “fuckin’ gag around him, make him feel good.”

“she is,” jisung whines, “she’s already making me feel so good, hyung. her mouth is fuckin amazing.” then, he entangles his fingers in your hair and, through heavy breaths, he asks you “can i fuck your throat, babe? do you think you can take it?”

of course you can.

both minho and jisung are weirdly synchronized as they thrust inside of you - minho’s cock kissing your cervix, jisung’s, the back of your throat.

“‘m close, pretty,” minho warns you “‘m gonna rub your clit as jisung plays with your pretty tits, okay?”

their fingers feel incandescent on you. minho rubs your clit until you see stars and jisung teases your nipples by squeezing them one at a time.

“babe, ‘m so fucking close, so close,” he whines, thrusting all of his cock inside your mouth until your nose is buried in the soft bush of hair at the base of his cock. your saliva is leaking all over his shaft, his pubes and his balls.

you know your mouth feels nowhere like your pussy to him, and you still want to give him a mind blowing orgasm. that’s why you coat the pads of your pointer and middle fingers in your spit. jisung’s eyes roll in the back of his head when he feels you press them on his hole. as a natural reflex, he spreads his legs even more, to give you better access.

jisung finds his orgasm with your fingers pressed against his prostrate and his cock sheathed in your throat, moaning loudly as he shoots his milky release in thick spurts down your throat.

minho cums both from the feeling of your tight pussy clenching his cock and the sight of jisung so fucked out under your touch.

they fill your holes at the same time, fucking you full of cum on both ends. that’s how you find your release, cumming hard around minho’s thick length until both of your releases start to drip from your hole.

the FIRST thing i thought of….. should i be concerned?

#📨: hyunsvngs #minsung smut #minsung #han jisung hard thoughts #han jisung hard hours #lee know hard thoughts #lee know hard hours #lee minho hard thoughts #lee minho hard hours #lee know smut #han jisung smut #skz #stray kids #stray kids smut #stray kids masterlist #skz smut #skz masterlist #hanji <3 #lino <3

[er6zione]

𝐈𝐓’𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋, 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 | dyrroth.

— pairing: ceo of hell ! dyrroth x gn ! reader.

— suggestive.

synopsis: one night, after falling asleep you woke up in a lucid dream, or at least that what you assumed. you were talking with a pretty angel, saying he was taking you to heaven, but a moment later the angel disappeared into nothingness and you didn’t feel the ground under your feet anymore, falling into the void, which was surprisingly really hot. turns out you fell in hell, and its ceo was eager to see you.

“i am really pleasured to have you here, darling.” the demon smirked boldly as his chin rested on his hand, his eyes slowly going up and down your body before focusing on your glossy irises. you couldn’t help but stay silent while he got up from his chair, stretching his muscular body behind the desk, the red lucid bright leather of his suit moving sweetly with his limbs, a heavenly sight for every eye.

“mh? do you like what you see?” his white sharp teeth showed under his curved lips as he leaned closer over the desk, his sharp nails scratching through the dark metal of his desk. your body jolted slightly in fear as you leaned back on the chair you were almost forced to sit on. your breath hitched while you stared into his bicolored eyes before gathering the courage to speak. “why am i here? i’m not dead…did i die in my sleep?” your heart bumped loudly in your chest, hurting you the more you waited for an answer.

the demon brought his fingers over his lips, seeming in deep thoughts before a malicious chuckled left that devilish mouth. “oh no, you didn’t die…let’s just say that i wanted you to be here alive.” your eyes widened the moment he pronounced those words. you were alive but already in hell? how was that even possible?

“don’t worry about anything, pretty thing, you’re not like the other souls here…worthless, sinful and disgusting beings.” he groaned at the thought of such pathetic beings living in his reign. “then why? i haven’t done anything bad in—” your mouth was closed by his index finger over you, gesturing you to stay quiet as he spoke again. “oh? you’re not saint, you know that?” your eyes followed his movements once again and with a blink of an eye, you were sitting on his legs, the both of you shoved in his large and rigorously black chair. “ah—”

your mouth was shut again, but this time his lips pressed forcefully against yours before melting in a sweet and pleasuring kiss. his hands kept you from pulling away from him and his long tail wrapped itself around your waist, holding onto you tightly. “there’s no running away from me~” he laughed the moment he pulled away, one of his hands moved slowly on you thigh, squeezing it hardly to the point where you jumped on him. “careful babe, i don’t want to do something bad to you~”.

“ngh–…why are you doing this to me? what have i done? what is this?”

“it’s hell, baby.”

@er6zione

#闇​ ❱ 𝖜𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘. #x reader #oneshot #mlbb #writing #mobile legends bang bang x reader #mobile legends bang bang #mlbb x reader #mlbb dyrroth x reader #mlbb dyrroth #dyrroth mlbb #dyrroth mlbb x reader

[tomb-bloom-noctem]

Not am I only feeling very critical towards Taylor Swift due to her choice in Guy She's Dating right now and the implications about where her morals REALLY lie and questioning now how much of her activism has been for publicity but also what the fuck is she doing with all this marketing nonsense happening.

The exclusive CD just for "You're Losing Me" when her show tickets are so hard to come by for many folks, the Karma feat. Ice Spice collab is weirdly put together. Rap isn't my favorite music but even I am aware that Ice Spice is VERY talented yet the song kinda??? Fails to play into her strengths??? Also since Taylor recently released Karma as a single you'd think she'd actually wait until the Ice Spice version was ready and release THAT version as a single. Then of course there's the mess of He Who I Am Not Gonna Name and his garbage plus his beef with Ice Spice then the timing of this release...doesn't look good. Now I'm still feeling inclined to think this collab has probably been in the works for a little while at least since I can only imagine the legal side of things takes some time. But at the same time the poorer quality (in my opinion) of Ice Spice's parts does contribute to it feeling a little rushed. Seriously I don't hate the idea of this collab at all but it really feels like they just tried to shove Ice Spice in there instead of naturally making room for her.

And furthermore, I just kinda personally despise "Feat. MORE Lana Del Rey" The song sounds great. If rumor is to be believed this was how the song was supposed to turn out but Lana didn't know what part she was supposed to sing?? So it was submitted as the original version??? And Taylor just left it??? Instead of reaching out and saying hey actually let's rework this??? Like girl you have sooo much money you can easily get back in that recording studio wtf. I do actually like how the original Snow on the Beach but at the same time I'm so confused as to why it was allowed to just go forward if this newer version was supposed to be the original version. It feels like either the original SOTB was never supposed to be a duet only a feature and it was overly marketed as a duet or...Taylor and/or her label really not paying attention. Don't like either of those. So, to rerecord what should have already existed in the first place to sell a whole priced album again for one new song (which wasn't a new song since apparently it was on physical additions of Midnights), one collab that needed more time in the oven, and now the "real" version of an existing song stupidly called "feat. MORE Lana del Rey"...Seriously you guys couldn't have extended the music a bit and called it "extended edition" or something. For some reason just the way it's titled and knowing the supposed background of the song has me scratching my head and feeling a little rubbed the wrong way.

I don't know if I'm explaining this coherently at all but the whole situation feels a lot like a mess, a bit of a scam, and a lot like a PR move. Feels to me like Taylor's got a lot of yes men in her corner at the moment. And I'm sure she's plenty powerful enough to go "actually I'm still gonna do what I want" even if there are people telling her no. But really feels like she's flying in so many chaotic and messy directions at once with no one telling her she should slow it down, reign it in and think about this a little more. She's very smart and very talented yes, I am still a fan of hers! I've been a fan since 2006! But not gonna lie! I feel deceived and betrayed by her thanks to her being with MH and a lot of her business decisions lately are very confusing. Don't even get me started on how CHEAP the VIP boxes and a lot of this tour merch is turning out to be despite how expensive it all is.

Taylor, can I ask YOU a question. What the fuck.

#tomb talks #long post #taylor swift #swiftie #critical #discourse #ice spice #lana del ray #confused and heart broken #anti matty healy

[lucassinclaer]

3 or 11 + hellcheer, please? 🥺🤲

helloooo!! okay, so this was a delight! i did 3 for now but probably gonna circle back to 11 once i've done the other ones still in my inbox bc gd but they're soft.

send me a things you said prompt

3. things you said too quietly

Chrissy has never been good at making herself be heard. Looked at, yes, admired for her narrow stature and her pretty face (or criticized for her stature not being narrow enough and her face showing any sign of life that wasn’t a fragile, porcelain smile.)  

Even now, leaving expectations behind, she still isn’t a loud person. She knows. The evidence is all over. 

Eddie is occupying the kitchen when she emerges from her study session. The timer went off and she's done for the day. There's times when she'll force herself to go over but the better days are when she can call it quits when she planned to.  

On her fuzzy socks, she's quiet and Eddie is absorbed in D&D prep. So she pauses in the doorway to sneak a look at him. 

He's sat in the way that'll make his leg fall asleep and biting his nails. There’s ink stains all over his fingers. And she just says it quietly into the air, “I think I might love you.” 

Her heart sinks the first second after it’s out there. Certain and fragile. Wobbling. 

Eddie doesn’t react. 

“Mh?” he says, looking up from his maps and his notes. His eyes are glazed over. He's in a different world, somewhere where dark wizards reign but are always eventually toppled. 

It's perfectly innocent and a complete disaster. If she thought about this happening, imagined it, she would want to disappear off the face of the earth. A nightmare scenario and shameful and so unsuited to all those perfect love stories she was meant to fit into like a cut-out and… And Chrissy finds, she doesn’t mind.  

She hates the thought of being perfect when that’s what she was raised to be. She hates the way guilt caves in on her every time she takes up more space than what people want to assign her. She hates it with an aching, syrupy kind of anger that sits deep in her chest and can’t ever see the light of day in its entirety. 

And it’s Eddie. 

He doesn’t like perfect, either. He likes her clumsy and full of mistakes. Not so bad when you see it in others, too, he told her once.  

She's over being scared that he won’t look at her the same way if she puts a foot wrong. She'd survive it even if he did.  

Chrissy's never been good at making herself heard and she might never be. But maybe that’s okay. 

They have time.  

She smiles. “Nothing. Do you want some coffee?” 

A brief flash of recognition in his eyes, “Coffee!” which means yes.  

As she passes Eddie, she cards a hand through his hair and he leans into it with a sigh, automatic and without intention. She knows him and he knows her and when she needs him to hear her, she'll make him. There’s time. 

#i hope this is okay! #eddie disaster d&d prepper his most reliable trait TO ME (also the avoidance and not being able to stfu) #hellcheer #chrissy cunningham #eddie munson #bylertruther #srsly tysm for sending thisssssss!! #*mine #*fics #*ficlets

[writingwitharlo]

Do The Thing

a/n: whoop, it's a big boy... think this is trapesing closer to worship territory than tickling but it is what it is. pls leave nice comments in the tags, i'm very much on the fence about this one

anon: 06. “Could you… do that to me?” with nick/charlie and make it about body positivity

Tickle Trope Prompts

(Heartstopper; Nick/Charlie)

3144 words

Warnings: body image struggles, ED struggles

Everyone struggles with their bodies. It was something Charlie was still learning. That didn't stop his brain from making him suffer regardless.

Charlie watched silently as Nick tried to organise some cables of his gaming console. Not that Nick was a messy person, by any means. Just every couple months, the small clutters would pile up to a state that bothered the older boy.

"It's not going to be any fun," he had told Charlie only earlier that day at school. "And it's actually kinda gross."

Charlie had shrugged. "I can still keep you company. Make sure you don't get distracted." A couple pokes to the other's ribs had been enough to get him to agree.

"Ah-Alright, alright. Even if you're gonna be the biggest distraction there."

"Mh-hm, right. Shut up and finish your essay."

It actually seemed a big help to Nick to just have someone there. At first, the bigger messes like dirty dishes and rubbish, disappeared quickly, not wanting to leave a bad impression, even if the two had been going out for quite a few months already.

Charlie didn't care. He knew how easy it was to lose track of the state of his room. He dreaded having to return home that evening, fully aware of the state his own room was in.

Once the cables were organised to Nick's liking, his next goal was the scatter of dirty laundry across his floor and piling up on his desk chair.

Except, as the older boy went to crouch, to push himself back up to his feet, the sound of tearing fabric made him freeze.

Charlie looked up from his phone, previously engrossed in curating an appropriate cleaning playlist. "What was th-aHah! Oh, no!" He slapped a hand over his mouth, which did little to muffle or reign in his surprised laughter.

A very obvious tear now graced the seat of Nick's jeans. Serves him right for not changing into some comfy sweatpants like he might have done any other day. But no. 'I'll be too comfortable then and not get anything done.' Well, at least that tactic had worked. Until now.

"Noo, I liked these," Nick whined but let out a laugh of his own. He moved to the mirror, trying to see how bad it was as he felt along the frays. "Yeah, there's no fixing that."

"How did you even do that?" Charlie was forced to bite down on his lip, still grinning like an idiot.

Nick scoffed playfully as he shimmied out of the jeans. "That's what happens with a  juicy, booty-licious arse." He made a point by shaking his butt a bit in Charlie's direction, which only made him snort with a cackle. "See? No tiny, twiggy butt to be found."

Their back and forth continued for another minute before Nick returned to the task at hand, seemingly happier without any jeans on, and Charlie focused back on his phone. Everything was fine. Until it wasn't.

That's not what he meant, he wasn't talking about me. But my arse is twiggy. Boney. He hates it. That's why he said that. I'm too skinny. Practically a skeleton. How could he ever love someone like me?

Without him even realising, Charlie's brain had latched onto Nick's words. A throwaway comment. A comment he had laughed at about not 30 minutes ago. But his spiralling didn't seem to go unnoticed.

"Char?"

Warm pressure at his ankle brought Charlie back to the present. He blinked, noticing the hand on his leg and following its arm until he reached a concerned face. "A-Are you done?"

Nick didn't reply immediately and only during the silence did Charlie notice the lack of music. He gazed at his phone to see that the playlist had finished. How long had he been zoned out?

"Right, sorry, uhm..." Charlie scrolled up and tapped the little shuffle icon, relieved as a familiar song awoke the little bluetooth speaker on Nick's dresser, albeit slightly more muffled. Nick must have turned the volume down.

Feeling Nick’s gaze linger, Charlie focused even more on his phone, refusing to meet his eye. 

Nick let out a soft sigh and went back to finishing up the last bit of cleaning he could be bothered about, knowing better than to force Charlie to talk. 

‘Great, now he’s annoyed with me too,’ Charlie thought, burying himself deeper in Nick’s hoodie. However, as if he had read his mind and just wanted to prove him wrong, Nick started to softly sing along to the music. Mostly to himself but very clearly not annoyed. That didn’t stop Charlie from scrolling through his phone almost manically, doing anything to stop himself from zoning out like that again.

“Ugh, finally.”

The mattress bounced under Nick’s weight as he dropped himself onto his bed beside Charlie. The latter lowered his phone, closing the game he had been playing for the last 15 minutes to glance around the room briefly. “Oh, you finished. Good job.” He patted Nick’s thigh and went to get up. “I should get home-”

“Wait, hang on.” A hand on his wrist made Charlie pause, slowly settling back in his spot. “Do I not get a congratulatory kiss?”

Charlie rolled his eyes playfully and leaned down, pressing his lips to the corner of Nick’s mouth. “Good jo-hmb.” Clearly, the older boy had other ideas on how his prize should look as he pulled Charlie back in for a proper kiss.

Even with Nick on his back, lying below him, Charlie could only go along with the other’s plans. The brush of a tongue against his lower lip was enough distraction to convince him to stay, however. 

A minute later they broke apart, both slightly breathless with rosy cheeks. Charlie brought a hand to Nick’s chest, using him to push himself upright again after being pulled down.

“Thanks,” Nick chirped, propping himself on his elbow. He took Charlie’s hand in his, refusing to let him get too far away, not ready to let him go home just yet. 

Charlie just stared at their hands, jaw clenching when Nick began to run his thumb over his boney knuckles. It took a lot of willpower not to pull his hand away.

“Not just for the kiss but for not letting me get distracted. And the music.” 

Charlie only gave a brief nod, fixing his eyes on the tidied desk. “That’s okay. Happy to help.” He felt a squeeze to his hand, and when he ignored it first, there was another. Hesitantly, he brought his gaze back to the other boy who was already looking at him with… fondness? No, that couldn’t be it-

“I love you.” There was no hesitation behind his words. Still it made Charlie’s brain short-circuit.

It wasn’t the first time he had heard those words. Those three special words. Thinking about the very first time still made him cringe a bit. How awkwardly he had gone about it.

“I-... Are you sure?” Charlie’s tone sounded playful, but to him, it was a genuine question. Did Nick really love him? Or did he just pity him, like Ben had?

“Hmm…” Nick pretended to think about the answer for a moment but fairly quickly came to a conclusive answer. “Yeah, pretty sure- Wait.” He laughed when he noticed Charlie’s reaction. “Why are you crying?” But as the other brought his hand up to cover his face, Nick’s smile faltered. “Hey, whoa, Char…”

Nick scrambled to sit up, arms flying around Charlie’s shaking shoulders. “Hey, it’s okay. You’re okay.” The younger boy buried his face in Nick’s chest, practically slumping into his lap. He shook his head. This was not how an okay person reacted to a love confession. What was he even crying about? This was ridiculous.

Rubbing soothing circles into Charlie’s back, Nick tried not to let his concern filter into his voice, knowing his boyfriend would just beat himself up if he knew he had upset Nick in any way. He continued to mumble sweet nothings, letting Charlie know that he was safe, that he wouldn’t be leaving his side. Nick couldn’t say he had been expecting this reaction, but from the way Charlie had been acting earlier, perhaps he should have known that it was something bigger.

It took some time but Charlie’s breaths rattled less with every passing minute until there was only the occasional sniffle every now and again. Nick could feel he was getting ready to pull away and gave him a reassuring squeeze, paired with a kiss to his messy curls, before allowing him to sit up again. 

Charlie used the back of his sleeve to dry his eyes before noticing the damp stain he had left on Nick’s t-shirt. “Oh, fuck. Sorry.” A watery laugh mingled with the words as he brought his hand up to try and dab it dry.

Nick just shook his head with a lopsided smile, holding onto Charlie’s wrist. It seemed the worst had washed away with the tears. “It’s just a shirt,” he mumbled and ducked his head in an attempt to catch Charlie’s gaze. “There you are.” He cupped Charlie’s face with both hands, thumbs brushing over his cheeks before he pressed a gentle kiss to one, then the other. “I’m pretty sure congratulatory cuddles were also part of the deal.”

Charlie raised his brow slightly, as if ready to argue that he had never entered such a deal but cuddles sounded like just the right thing so he just nodded. He keeled forward bringing his arms around Nick’s neck, his weight pressing against Nick’s chest and they both toppled over, each with a huff of their own. 

Nick fished around for Charlie’s phone, changing the music to a more cosy playlist before tossing it aside and fully engulfing the other boy with his arms. He could feel Charlie playing with his hair and gave an approving hum, head tilting slightly for better access. 

Charlie wasn’t sure how much time passed. The playlist was long. He had made it himself, after all. They had adjusted themselves slightly after about ten minutes to stop any limbs from falling asleep, and since then, Nick’s hands were beneath the hoodie, fingers drawing random shapes into the fabric of the shirt he wore beneath. 

It was comforting and distracting at the same time. Comforting enough that Charlie melted into the touch but so distracting, that all his brain wanted was to ask one specific question. The only problem was, he had never asked this question before. And with the way Nick’s hand was starting to pause every now and again, it couldn’t be long until the older boy would doze off. 

“Nick?” 

“Yeah?” Or maybe not.

Nothing more came and Nick’s eyes fluttered open. The surprise on Charlie’s face told him he had not expected him to still be awake. And in all honesty, he didn’t think Charlie was either.

Charlie’s nerve, that he had built up over the last three songs, was gone with one look from Nick’s warm eyes. “Uhm, could-” He couldn’t do it. His head ducked down and he buried himself in the crook of Nick’s neck. Maybe from here… He tried again.

“Could I what?” Nick asked, the muffled voice too intelligible, even right beside him. 

Charlie huffed and Nick was pretty sure he could feel the blush against his neck. “Do the thing?” 

Nick’s eyes narrowed in thought, unsure how to decipher the requisition. “‘The thing’?... What thing?”

A bit of a whine mingled with the second huff. Surely he was just messing with him. It was so obvious what he meant.

Nick chuckled, although apologetic, still amused by the other’s flustered frustration. “I’m sorry, Char. What thing? I don’t think we’re thinking about the same thing right now.”

Charlie buried himself deeper, refusing to answer. Or rather, too embarrassed to answer. It was a silly request anyway.

But Nick was patient… and knew how to persuade an answer out of him. He resumed his treatment against Charlie’s back, drawing generous swirls into the relaxed muscles, only to accidentally drift too close to more sensitive zones every now and again. 

It wasn’t enough to draw any audible reaction, but when Charlie shrunk back with a flinch, Nick was ready to give a totally sincere apology.

“That,” Charlie breathed out and Nick’s brain stalled. “Could-... Could you… do that… to me? The way you did last time?”

Nick moved his head back slowly so he could get a glimpse at Charlie’s face and was met with the most sheepishly innocent look. A grin lit up Nick’s face and he just nodded, planting a reassuring kiss against his temple before pulling back, giving Charlie enough space to get himself comfortable.

Once Charlie was in position, he looked over at Nick and gave his okay. Propped on his elbows, settled between Charlie’s legs, Nick slowly brought his hands beneath the hoodie again. Except this time, they intentionally found their way beneath the shirt to make contact with the warm skin below.

Charlie couldn’t help the soft gasp and brought a hand up over his mouth, unintentionally sucking his stomach in. “Shh,” Nick soothed, unable to stop smiling at his reaction. His hands trailed over his tense belly until the muscles finally relaxed, his touches slow and steady but deliberate, always leaving enough pressure that Charlie didn’t feel like curling up on himself.

 “How’s that?” Nick asked after a few minutes, his hands now moving in a predictable pattern.

Charlie hummed, eyes closed and one hand holding onto Nick’s forearm (just in case). “Don’t stop.” Once he knew where Nick’s hands were moving, it was easier to let go, his breath evening out as he focused on the trail of tingles Nick’s fingers left behind.

Nick chuckled, shaking his head. “Wasn’t thinking about it.” Perhaps this would become their new ritual.

This wasn’t the first time they had found themselves in this position. Although, the first time, their roles were reversed.

The boys had been out to eat with the rest of the Paris Squad. It had been someone’s birthday. There was pizza and burgers and chips and milkshakes. By the time Nick and Charlie got back to a bed, Nick had started to regret taking Darcy up on that bet, who could finish their milkshake the fastest. He had groaned most of the way home and even lying down hadn’t helped. He had just felt gross and like he never wanted to eat again.

Of course, Charlie had taken it upon himself to lift his boyfriend’s mood. Teasing and playful, it hadn’t taken long until light fluttering touches circulated over Nick’s belly. Had it not been for Nick’s worry of throwing up if he laughed too much, the treatment might have helped. But Charlie had been happy enough to shift gears. Slowing down and with more deliberate touches, Nick had eventually been able to relax, the soft zings from Charlie’s fingers lulling him in.

The second time, Nick had come to hang out at Charlie’s, only to find him bundled up with a thick jumper under his covers on one of the sunniest days of that spring. Without having to ask, Nick had crawled into bed with him, letting the other vent while offering his comfort. When Nick pointed out how much Charlie’s treatment had helped him that one time, Charlie didn’t see how he had anything to lose. It had taken a lot more convincing and adjusting for Charlie to trust the process but eventually settled down, practically turning to jelly in Nick’s hands.

Just like now. Despite Nick’s touches being considerably lighter from when he started, Charlie was still able to tolerate them, his fingers following the same path over and over. Down his stomach, along his waistband, over his hips, up his sides, across his ribs, down his stomach. It was almost mesmerising, even for Nick. And the lighter touches left behind a pleasant prickle on Charlie’s skin. 

Nick glanced up at Charlie. It was hard to tell if he was asleep or not but at least the corners of his mouth were turned upwards, only to turn down again when Nick’s hands slowed. “Noo,” Charlie whined quietly, lifting his head to look down at Nick.

“Just a short break.” The position wasn’t the best but Nick would take sore arms over a sore back any day. “Did it help?”

Charlie felt his cheeks heat up and he nodded, squeezing Nick’s forearm. “A lot. I see why you enjoyed it so much.”

Nick laughed that warm, gentle laugh of his. The one he reserved for quiet moments like these. “You’re cute.” His hands held onto Charlie’s hips, holding them steady as his head dipped down. The soft lips against his warm skin caught Charlie by surprise but couldn’t help but hum when the peppering continued over the rest of the exposed skin.

Something about every individual spot getting the same level of love and attention felt even more… intimate. And after just a couple minutes, it was too flustering to bear.

“Come here,” Charlie whispered, giving Nick’s arm a tug and soon let their lips collide.

The sound Nick made into his mouth made it obvious that he hadn’t expected such a kiss but was quick to follow along. They made out for a bit until simply settling down beside each other, wrapped up in each other’s arms, much like before. “Thanks.”

Nick hummed. “What for?”

“Don’t.” Charlie dropped his hand from where it was playing with his hair to flutter over the back of his neck.

“You’re welcome,” Nick laughed, shoulders scrunching up.

It would have been so easy to just drift off right then and there, if it weren’t for the pit in Charlie’s stomach. Just it wasn’t a pit of guilt or worry but something he was still learning to recognise for what it was.

"Nick?"

"Hm?"

"I-... I don't think I've eaten today."

"Oh, Char." It wasn’t resentment, or annoyance or disappointment, just gentle scolding.

“I know.”

Nick planted a last kiss to Charlie’s jaw before moving to the edge of his bed, his hand held out for Charlie to take. “Let’s go change that.”

Charlie eyed his hand, one side of his mouth pulling up higher. “Are you cooking?” He took the hand to pull himself upright before getting to his knees to position himself against Nick’s back.

Nick chuckled, placing his hands over the arms that settled over his chest. “Looks like I am.” He got to his feet slowly, slightly bent at the hip to accommodate the extra weight on his back. “But only if you’re sharing.”

“Hm, fine. But only ‘cause you’re cute. And because I love you. And because I’ll get to watch you cook in your underwear.”

“Yeah, but not only in my underwear.”

“I’ll take what I can get.”

#tickle fic #heartstopper tickle fic #ticklish!charlie spring #ticklish!nick nelson #body worship #nick and charlie #nick/charlie #nick nelson #charlie spring #tickling #heartstopper

[veil-over-miitopia]

Why does the Dark Lord kidnap the teammates?

(Part 1/2 of the “Intertwining Strengths” theory; I’ll be using they/them pronouns for the DL, Great Sage and the MH)

And, more importantly, why the Hell didn’t they outright decimate the hero when they had the chance- countless times, in fact?

This was a question that would bother many, especially after how such an opportunity arrived time after time; from ridiculing the hero after they’ve defeated the General monster possessing the princess’ face, to all the times they’ve taken away both our party members and our powers. So many chances were given to them on a silver platter, yet they’ve only taken struck the iron while it was hot once (and it was there that we first meet the Great Sage- so all know how that went down). What gives, Mx. Dark Lord? If MH was such a thorn on your side, why not get to the root of your little issue? Why didn’t you eliminate the threat from the start? Why not just steal their face - it isn’t like it is impossible, as demonstrated in the battle against them -? Boom; issue solved, and you’re now free to reign in ever-choking darkness for all eternity.

Well, to answer that, we need to go wayyyy back to the first few minutes of the game; there, we witness a heavy emphasis on bonds, namely the mother and her rambunctious child, and the lovey-dovey couple. We also saw how one member of each dynamic was torn from the other in such a cruel and unexpected manner in order to drive the surviving half into maddening despair; a move that was made on-purpose by the Dark Lord.

Flash forward to us meeting our first teammate and a little later to our initial encounter with the Great Sage- now, I know what you’re thinking; what is it that ties these two cutscenes to one another? And how are they - including the aforementioned relationships present in GH - relevant to the DL’s seemingly whack methods of dealing with the hero?

Let’s go through them one by one- after we defeat the rockmoths with our first teammate, the Guardian tells us directly that our growing friendship will allow us to accomplish more feats down the line. Cut to a few days later, and we meet the Great Sage- note that, at that point, the DL really WAS aiming for the kill by using a move that we don’t get to see during our battle against them in their castle. After saving us. the Great Sage remarks that they can ‘feel a strange power from within us’, and, like what the Guardian stated, that it will grow over time.

Bonds, friendship, and a “strange” power...

Flash forwards, and I mean REALLY flash forwards, to the fight against the Darkest Lord. In order to take down the villain, the Guardian states that we need all 10 of our party members to accomplish that goal, which is a sound plan in of itself; more manpower = higher chance of success. The group is split into teams of 3-3-4, with the last party being tasked to square off against the final threat to Miitopia- they should be in a weakened state after having 6 heroes taking a dunk on each of their arms, one of which possessing the very staff the Great Sage uses in order to direct their magic, after all, so it should be fine...

...right?

Not exactly; just before the final battle, the Darkest Lord looks down upon the 6 teammates and ridicules them- stating that their true power was far beyond what they just fought against. To demonstrate the full capabilities of their ascension to Godhood, they steal all the faces of said teammates and...fuses with them. The Darkest Lord absorbing countless faces wasn’t exactly stated to be a testament to their omnipotence, but this was.

I am not using the term “fused” loosely here, either; aside from the animation presenting itself as such, you can definitely tell that the Coin monsters are made of the exact same material that is making up the Darkest Lord- material that has GOT to be organic; remember, this isn’t just the Great Sage’s face plastered on some sun-shaped monument, but it is them after absorbing countless faces and, in turn, transforming into a mockery of the celestial object that provides light and life to us all.

So the question still stands...why? Why go through such great lengths? Why the kidnapping? Why the fusion? What does it all have to do with the DL deciding not to kill us after the first encounter with the Great Sage? And what do all this have to do with whatever power that’s growing within us ever since the start of the game?

Putting it simply...that’s because it’s them; our teammates are the source of our divine power- it is our bonds with them that has given rise to the very reality-warping abilities that help us save/carry out our punishment against the Dark Curse.

I know, I know; we are heading down the “Power of Friendship” route - as cheesy as it is -, but it isn’t like my belief that our growing relationships with each party member not being just a mechanic placed in the game in order to make the game more distinct than other JRPGS didn’t come from nowhere, especially when the symbolism pointing towards this information being correct is scattered around each and every corner of the game. Besides that, I can prove it thanks to our secret 11th party member; the horse.

Without even looking at our bipedal friend, one can assume that the abilities you unlock with every relationship milestone indicates a growing level of trust; of them lowering their guards around you, and, yes, that is true...at least initially. The first few abilities, like showing off, assisting one another, and even the pincer move are very much mundane, but it is stuff like resurgences and last wishes that would bring the possibility of some higher power being at play into question- and that is without mentioning how said abilities are unlocked much later in the game (unless if you have a ton of outing tickets or were insanely lucky with the Roulette and have given your miis countless luxurious vacations).

Okay, maybe these abilities are not exactly “heavenly”, per se, and I am not exactly calling it as such- but last wishes and resurgences could very well be an indication of something...much more potent and even more devastating than the power of gods, and that is the Indomitable Human Spirit; our drive that is helping us push through everyday life and stand against the indifference of the universe. Love, desire, and basic determination to live; all of these traits and more that make up the ambitions present in each and every one of us- it is what pushed us humans to be at the top of the food chain. Such a strong resolve that would only get stronger when we have people we trust unconditionally, and a community we can always return to.

And what better way there is to demonstrate said spirit being involved other than Horseplay?

Much like with the teammates, our bond with the horse can unlock various perks; most of them are basic enough, like the ability to ride said horse and it assisting us in battle in various ways, but it is the Horseplay that seals the deal- and what better way to start than with the Cleric’s, Mage’s, Imp’s, and Vampire’s?

In the case of the Cleric and Mage, the horse will gain white wings and fly high into the sky; giving either class a wider range in order to unleash their powers at a maximum output. With Imps and Vampires, on the other hand, the horse will sprout black wings and, depending on the class, will either enter a frenzy and ram head-first against the opponents or assist the hero in enshrouding the area in complete and ever-consuming darkness.

So...not heavenly, but the horse gains traits that are considered as such? What is the big deal? Why the sudden contradiction?

You are, more or less, right; there is a discrepancy present, and that is because of the jobs’ natures! Clerics are closest to the divine, Mages deal with the elements of the world, Imps are considered antitheses to angels, and Vampires are generally deemed as unholy creatures of the night. I only mentioned these jobs in order to clear up the contradiction that was going to pop up sooner or later. The truth is that the horse will either adopt traits present in the jobs their rider specializes in, or assist them in perfect harmony.

In short, Horseplay is an act of pure resonance with the player, much like Last Wishes and Resurgences.

THAT is the “divine power” that was mentioned to us time and time again; resonance, our understanding with each and every one of our party members, and all the happy memories with them. With all of these combined, we would have the strength and will to go up against the mightiest of titans and gods. Who wouldn’t want such an amazing drive? Who else...but the Dark Lord themselves?

After taking all this in, it becomes clear why kidnapping the party members is the DL’s modus operandi; it is to break the hero, dissolve their will, and eventually harvest this power from the teammates for themselves. Sure, the hero still has the horse, but remember that the horse isn’t human- it still lacks sentience, at the day’s end (unless if you take the events in which they attempt to hypnotize the player and wish for a million carrots during an outing to be rooted in reality).

How would they break the hero’s will? By turning their teammates against them, and change them into avatars made to mock and harm the hero, but the symbolism behind each Karkaton boss is another story for another day. For now, we look back at a question that haunted the community ever since the game’s launch, and relish in the fact that the answer to all that is simply the might of the human spirit and the importance of a healthy community.

#Miitopia #Miitopia spoilers #Miitopia Main Hero #Miitopia Dark Lord #Dark Lord #Dark Lord Miitopia #The Dark Lord #The Dark Lord Miitopia #Theories; #// this took me longer than it should have. #//if there are any typos pleaaaaaaase lmk #//'Dystopia; this is just a mii game; why are you wasting time on this theory?' #//me: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2p7BzLwlRV8

[thecurseoflife]

CHAPTER 25 : The little lutin

Camalia woke up to the sound of far away cheering, laughing and partying. She sprung awake, fear lingering in her stomach until her eyes settled and the annoyed faces of the Saporians. She wasn't alone.

Once that fact was confirmed, she focused on the noise. It wasn't coming from inside the castle, they would have more echoes of it. Or less, depended on where the party would be. Looking out the small window, she couldn't see anything, but the noise were clearer there. The kingdom was celebrating the end of the Saporian's reign.

-Shouldn't you be out there, music mage ?

Camalia didn't answer. Since her... mood swing the night before, she didn't feel like talking. She didn't want to. It felt like too much. She did bother to turn her head and glare at Andrew. His opinion never weight much.

She couldn't help the shiver of annoyance when he whistled slowly.

-Wow. Nothing ? Not even some quick burn ? A stupid sentence ? You're just going to stand there, listening to these idiots celebrate something they didn't earn.

-Shut up, Andrew.

-Oh, come now Maisie. You won't tell me her little scheme didn't bother you, mh ? That it didn't tear you apart ? That you didn't feel oh, oh so betrayed that your little protégé decided to go against you, behind your back ?

-That's none of your business.

Andrew through his head back and laughed.

-We're all going to be hanged tomorrow because of her, so I would say it is very much my business, and everyone else's.

Silence stretched in the jail. Camalia slowly turned around, staring at Andrew. She looked at the other Saporians. They all seemed defeated and didn't have anything to say back at him. He caught her stare, and cocked an eyebrow.

-What's with the look, kid ? Having regrets ?

Camalia just stared. Her eyes wide. Surprised, but with a hint of... horror ? Realization, maybe. Andrew started to catch on.

-Could it be ?

He tried to swim in the air, to get closer to the bars. Kai just lightly tapped him in the back, and he grabbed the bars with an insane smile.

-Could it be, that little Camalia, who grew up in a prison, who saw criminals after criminals go and never come back, could it be that you never knew what happened to them ?

That got the other Saporians' attention. They all looked at her. Camalia wanted to disappear.

-Could it be that despite alllll the books you read, despite alllll the Coronan friends you have, you never knew, that at the end, the villains always. Die.

She backed up against the wall. She read that before, but it was in books, in fairy tales. Not in... Not... That wasn't possible. Was it what was supposed to happen to Varian ? Was this what happened to all the people she got to know, all the ones that she didn't help ? No, no, that wasn't right. People that were down here they were... they were just people. People that got hurt, people that were trying to protect themselves, their families, people that had no choice, people that got forced... There were... There were so many people.

They couldn't have all just. Died. She refused it. It couldn't be.

She always assumed they just forgot about her. Moved on with their life. Had a house, a family. A life. What about Janita ? The little maid that got caught stealing bread from the king because she had a son to feed ? What about Boris ? The wood carver, who got mixed into the wrong crowd ? Who lost his wife and his friends and got crushed by grief ? What about Petra ? Who grew up in a bad world, but really wanted to quit and sail the world ? What about Heidi ? Tania ? Rudolph ? Marcus, Ludwig, Ilina... All those people. All those people.

The mad laugh of Andrew echoed against the walls.

The Saporians are gone. Camalia is huddled up against a wall, refusing to look at the empty cell across hers. She's alone again, in the middle of the night, darkness seething in every corner, menacing to swallow her whole. She's so scared, and alone. And eaten by guilt.

Guilt for what she did to the Saporians. To everyone she didn't help in the prison. Long gone were the hours where she wondered why no one had visited her yet. The guards giving her meals are not any she knows. She hasn't seen Captain, Masha or Varian, or even Maybe-Flynn. It's like everyone forgot about her. She probably deserves it.

It's subtle, at first. Some extra noise she barely notices. Then it becomes clearer. It's still soft, but it's noticeable. The sound of steps, of naked feet beating the cold rock as they went down the stairs to the dungeon. The sound of the door opening, however was everything but subtle. Loud, creaking, rattling. Impossible to miss.

Camalia doesn't look up. She burries her head in her knees even more.

The steps drew closer, and stopped. Right in front of her cell.

-Hi.

That makes her move. She never heard that voice before. And looking at the weird... child in front of her, she never saw that person before either. They were small, with a head way too big for such a small neck. The torches were barely lighting up their face, but she could see some glasses, a hood and unrully hair, if she squinted really hard. The body was small too. Some kind of grey dress drapped over them, black long sleeves and black short, giving to naked feet. They were missing shapes, like they were simplified. It was odd. A little bit uncanny, but somehow not scary. Everything about the little lutin was weird. Down to their voice, that didn't sound like it would belong to someone like this. And yet...

-You're Camalia, right ?

She just pressed her knees closer to her body, and the lutin kneeled.

-Hey, hey... It's okay. You don't have to talk, you're okay. Do you want a little bit more light in here ? It's a bit gloomy.

Camalia doesn't answer. She thinks they'll get bored and leave, or move on, but they wait calmly for her to react. After a moment that was a bit too long, she nodded. The lutin smiled and reached out her hand, slowly, letting her understand what they were doing. She appreciated that.

In the lutin's open hand, suddenly there were a myriad of tiny blue lights flickering, taking off and lighting up her cell and part of the corridor. Camalia gasped. She stood up, enchanted by the light. They looked like fireflies, hovering softly on the ceiling. Blue fireflies. She looked down to the lutin who hadn't moved.

-You...

Her voice was a little raspy, and she winced. What a way to make a good impression. She cleared her throat and tried again, going down to their level, curious.

-You're a mage ?

The lutin seemed to think for a moment, before shaking their head, chuckling softly.

-No, not really. I'd like to be.

-Yeah well... I wish I wasn't.

They didn't say anything back, and Camalia regretted her words. Did she say something wrong ? She didn't want them to leave. She didn't want to be alone again. And yet, something seemed to struck the lutin and they got back up, retreating into the darkness. Camalia smushed her face against the bars, desesperate.

-I almost forgot, I got you something !

They were gone in the darkness, but the sounds told a different tale. There was grunting, huffing, something grating against the ground. The fear of being abandonned got replaced by curiosity again. Got her something ? She didn't even know them. What could they possibly have gotten her ?

The lutin let out a yelp and the gift fell in plain view as it slipped from their grip and they stumbled backwards and fell on their butt with a grunt. They quickly got back up, checking on the gift anxiously, sighing with relief when they saw it was intact. They dragged it a little bit closer, even if they didn't need to.

-Sorry, I would have levitated it or something but I didn't want anyone to freak out and it's very big for my size... I-It's okay though ! It's not broken or anything don't worry !

All the answer they got was a chocked sob. Camalia shakily reached out and grabbed the gift like her life depended on it, sliding it in between the bars and holding it close to her heart. She sobbed on the gift, hugging it as close as she could, so close it started to hurt. her tears dripped down on the wood, around the carved snakes and released some soft notes when hitting the cords of her guitar. It took her some time, but in between tears, she was able to look up for a second, and with wet eyes and an unstable voice, mutter to the lutin.

-Thank you.

They hesitated, for what, she didn't know, and didn't care. In the end, they just smiled, and sat down on the floor, waiting. Camalia took her time. She needed this. She needed this time, and she needed to not be alone. She was so grateful for the fireflies, and for her guitar. But still, something was bugging her. After a few minutes more of reuniting with her guitar, she let it down on her lap, and stared at the lutin.

-Why are you here ?

-Ah, well, I had to give your guitar back-

-Did Ma- Did someone send you ?

-N... I-I mean... Well, it's uh... No. No, no one sent me. Sorry.

-So, why are you here ?

They seemed confused by the question. To Camalia, it was as clear as it could be.

-No one is being nice just for being nice. What do you want ? You're here for something, right ? What is it ?

-I... I'm here for you.

It was Camalia's turn to be confused. Her ? Who would want... Oh. Her confusion turned into disappointment and then disgust.

-You want my magic.

-What ?

-You want to use me because I'm a music mage.

-What ? No ! No, absolutely not ! I don't care that you're a music mage. N-not that I DON'T care, I meant I don't- It's not why I'm here, I don't want to- It's not about the magic ! It's about you as the uh... as the person. I'm here for Camalia, the girl that is lost and alone in a cage.

That didn't make any sense.

-That doesn't make any sense.

-Ah, yeah... sorry I know I ramble a lot...

-No ! It doesn't make any sense that you want me for me ! Why would you want that, I don't even know you... Do you want to sell me ? Are you buying me as a slave, did the king sell me ?

-What, no ! No, no, calm down, it's okay.

-Then, what do you want !

She was back to defense. Clinging onto her guitar, distrustful eyes pinned on the lutin. She had moved a bit away from the bars, a bit away from them. She couldn't trust them. The lutin sighed and moved a hand in their hair.

-Yeah, no that's... that's fair. That wasn't the best way to put it.

Their hand moved onto their face and they groaned.

-Gods, it was the worst way to put it actually. I'm so sorry.

The hand fell and they looked back at her. She tensed against the gaze.

-I want to help you, Camalia.

She couldn't help the eyeroll and the scoff that left her mouth. The lutin winced and held a hand, stopping her before she could talk. Not that she was going to.

-I'm here to offer you a way out. You don't have to take it, I get it if you don't. I want to give you a place, a safe space, where you could heal and rest and have nice clothes, and good food. Have your own room, that you can decorate however you want. I'd be there if you need to talk, or help, or anything.

-Why ?

-I... It's... complicated.

-That's not a great answer.

-Yeah, no... it's... yeah. I know.

She still didn't trust them. But in mist of her doubt, there was now disbelief. Adopting her ? Did she hear that right ? The weird lutin thing wanted to adopt her ? Out of the blue, coming out of nowhere ? What ?

-I'm not going anywhere with you.

The lutin's face fell. What were they expecting, seriously ?

-That's... that's fair.

They sat there. Camalia was still hugging her guitar protectively, glaring at the weird creature, and it didn't move. Sitting criss crossed on the ground, looking defeated. The blue fireflies still floated lazily in the air. The silence was comfortable. It was nice. It was so much better than when she's alone. She could still feel the heavy tension that was weighting down, but no matter how much she felt like she had to, she didn't feel in danger. She was scared of when the moment would end. When the lutin would get up, bid her goodnight and leave and forget about her. It was going to happen, anytime now. They finally moved, sighing deeply, moving a hand in their hair. A favourite gesture of theirs apparently.

-Okay.

They got up, and Camalia's heart raced. They were going to leave.

-If I... came back, tomorrow. Maybe with m- the kid that's already living with me, would you... like that ? I mean. Would it be okay with you ?

She nodded. She didn't want them to leave. But she didn't want them to drag her anywhere either, and they couldn't stay there forever. She was scared of being alone. So scared. The lutin looked up to the fireflies.

-Don't worry, they're going to stay with you. They'll keep you company.

Camalia was taken aback. How did they... She was always good to hide what she thought. She learned that with the snakes. How possibly could they...

-I can make you a nice blanket and some fluffy pillows too if you want ! Or hum... I don't know, anything that would make your uh... place. Look different. If you want to, of course !

-I'm still not going anywhere.

-I'm not bribing you, kiddo. Don't worry.

Camalia hesitated. Her guitar as a gift was normal, natural to accept, but them going out of they way ? That wouldn't be very polite... or nice. Well, it's not like she was trying to make them like her. Maybe she could indulge in some comfort... just for tomorrow. The music mage nodded.

-Okay, neat ! Don't move.

A pillow suddenly appeared beside her and she almost hit her head on the ceiling with her jump. She stared wide eyed at the fluffy, clean pillow, and jumped again when another popped into existence. She assumed they were going to MAKE the things for TOMORROW, not just... Do whatever this is ! Next to the pillows, the nicest blanket popped, with the prettiest shade of green. It was heavy, warm... She touched it curiously and quickly brought her hand back, surprised. It was such fine texture ! Worry punched her in the guts.

-Are you stealing this from the royals ?!

-What ? No, no, don't worry ! I'm just... I don't know. Making them as I go.

On the blanket appeared a little plush toy. It was silly, a little raccoon. Reminded her of Ruddiger. To the touch, he was almost as fluffy ! She was extatic of all the little things that appeared in her cell, slowly making it disappear and morphing it into a true little paradise of comfort.

The scartchy wood plank turned into a comfortable mattress, her shaky table turned nice, solid and clean, the rocky floor became fluffy and nice to walk on, the walls were dry and devoid of moss, and the window could be closed ! On the table, there were some books, and notebooks with ink and a feather, and even an apple on the side with a glass of water in case she got thirsty or hungry. The bars of the cells were hidden by two curtains, one of which was drawn up and laced there, as if it was a fancy window. A torch made it directly into her cell, basking it into a warm glow, taking over the blue fireflies, that didn't disappear anyway, much to Camalia's relief.

When she layed down with a giggle of excitement, her breath was cut short when she saw the glowing stars that were painted on the ceiling.

All of this made her a little coccoon, like she was a princess. Everything felt so nice and comfortable. She raised her head to thank the lutin, but her eyes catched a weird box that formed at the back of her room. It was all closed, with a door to get to it. Curious, she got up and opened it. It was some toilets.

She almost fell over. Personal toilets in her cell. She turned to the lutin. She didn't know how to express her gratitude.

-Thank you.

The words felt empty, or perhaps they were too full. They didn't contain all of what she was feeling at the moment, but how could she possibly express it in any other way.

The lutin, however, seemed to get it, and they just smiled. They waved goodbye, and when they left, even if Camalia felt a little pinch in her heart, she didn't feel nearly as scared as she was earlier. She still didn't want them to leave, but for a different reason this time.

-You are coming back tomorrow, right ?

She called out when she heard the door open, she couldn't help it.

-Of course !

The answer was simple, but it held so much. The door closed behind them, and Camalia drew the curtain. She turned to the room, and was taken aback again by all the fancy things the lutin made just for her.

Her hand mindlessly ran against the wood of the table, as her eyes drifted to the blue fireflies still floating. It felt warm. Safe. Comfortable.

They said they wanted to bring her to a safe place. Would all of it look like this ? It seemed impossible. Like a dream.

Her hand hit the glass of water at the end of the table, and she catched it before it could crash on the ground. Even the water was clearer than any she had ever seen. She took a sip. And better.

Putting the glass down, her eyes fell on the bed, to her guitar and the little plush. She smiled, sliding under the heavy and warm cover, cozying herself there, hugging her guitar against her. She made sure the blanket was up all the way to the head of the plush, so it wouldn't be cold either.

With a hum of content, she drifted off to a peaceful sleep.

It was okay.

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WHAT’S THIS ?

#tangled the series #tangled #tts #the curse of life #varian

[thescarsilivewith-if]

Are the Halykaars similar to the Amazons?

Mh, kind of. They aren't physically enhanced, but they are intensively trained, oftentimes from a young age, and the most terrifying elite fighters of the reign when employed.

#anon ask

[tabaquis-barking]

Edward considers the implications of Jonathan's new tattoo. (Sappy NONSENSE)

"I didn't think you were serious about getting a tattoo over it."

Eddie couldn't keep the faintly bewildered amusement out of his voice. Perched on the edge of the couch behind Jonathan, he prodded lightly at the plastic wrap taped to his back. 

"Does it hurt?"

"It does when you poke it."

Eddie grinned and pressed his index finger against the wrap. "You mean like--aww, come on--"

Unwilling to entertain the pestering (or perhaps just sore,) Jonathan abruptly sat forward on the sofa and began to yank his shirt back over his head. Eddie snickered, sliding down the cushions and landing in a practiced straddle behind his partner. He twisted his fingers into the tattered flannel before Jonathan could get it back on. 

"I'll stop, I'll stop. I want to look at it."

Between the Scarecrow's shoulders now rested the simple image of a scythe. Thin lines implied a crooked wooden handle crawling up his spine, and bolder ones swept the pointed head across the left, following the sharp curve of his shoulder blade. The bend of the weapon was almost cartoonishly sharp, and it bore a nick near the base. It called to mind a woodcut from an old and gory fairytale. . 

Jonathan remained silent as he scrutinized it, unfamiliar and not entirely comfortable with the sensation of Edward's eyes burning into the ink. Someone more inclined to care what others thought might have asked for an opinion to break the silence, but he carried no such desire. He'd got the tattoo for personal reasons, and those reasons were now satisfied. There was no reason to ask for Edward's opinion because it simply did not matter. 

That, and he knew he was going to hear it regardless of whether or not he asked. Such was life with Edward Nygma. 

"It's nice," Edward finally decided. 

"It suits you. I can't really see the scar underneath it, either."

He doesn't miss the faint tensing in Jon's shoulders, muscles just barely rolling together as if to protect the nerve he'd just touched. 

"That was what you wanted, though, wasn't it?"

"Mh."

Eloquent as always and eager to be done with the conversation, Jonathan stood and tersely pulled his shirt back on. 

This was not the reaction Eddie had hoped for, and he felt (but promptly ignored) a tiny pang of regret at not having been a touch more sensitive. That scar was touchy. 

It was a parting gift from Lyle Bolton, years ago during his reign at Arkham. Jonathan had run afoul of his temper and been grabbed, forced down, and slammed repeatedly into the metal corner of the cot in his cell. Bolton had strapped him down and left him to bleed, and the wound had thus healed poorly. 

The scar remained as a testament to his helplessness and humiliation at the hands of yet another schoolyard bully--only now, older and with legal authority. The tormentors of his childhood made entirely too large and given too many years to grow insecure and cruel, then set upon the helpless "deserving" prisoners of Arkham. The damage was long done by the time help arrived, and Jon resented the mark left upon his body. 

Edward considered the implication of having it covered with a scythe, of all things. In retrospect, such an involved attempt to cover the scar should have been a clue not to bring it up ever again, but hindsight was twenty twenty. This damage, too, was already done. 

Fortunately, Eddie knew, it was far less permanent. He stood up and nearly bounded after John, freckled hands reaching out to again jab at the covered tattoo. The flannel was nothing in the way of a shield, and he felt Jon tense and then growl before he whipped around, angry. 

"Boy, did I not just tell you--"

Whatever he'd just told Edward was lost, as he found himself growling into the silk of his partner's lips. Edward rose up on his toes, reaching up to smooth auburn hair out of Jonathan's face. He fell silent when they pulled apart, faces just inches away from each other and Eddie's fingers still twisted in his hair. 

"It looks good on you, Jonathan. It's a nice little touch up."

Jon's eyes softened, the wrinkles kissing at the corners of his eyes seeming to blur away as his face relaxed. Edward brought a hand down to smooth his thumb over them. 

Some things were forever--for better or for worse. Just because something was there, though, didn't mean it could never be changed. 

"...You do realize that's permanent, right?"

"Oh, shut your mouth."

Grinning mischievously up at Jonathan, Edward decided that was for the best.

#scriddler #jonathan crane #edward nygma #fluff #abuse recovery #tabaqui writes #tabarking

[hyperfixated-fan]

Thoughts on the 2022 MH Movie

Alrighty, I think I’ve observed enough to throw my thoughts out into the fandom. Obviously, everything g1 reigns supreme in my heart and I personally was not a fan of g2, but g3 seems to be relatively okay so far. Like it’s barely passing, but it’s passing. Don’t worry, I’ll try not to be a scathing or anything, just my random thoughts and opinions.

Now, the movie. Oof. In general, I am not a fan of live action movies and think animated media is the way to go, especially with a show like Monster High that has so many unique character designs, models, and powers. With animation, the show has the ability to get kooky and freaky with its characters’ emotions and powers without it looking tacky or cringy on low-budget CGI and actors. That being said, the Monster High movie was okay, very average.

What I liked or thought was okay:

Going in and watching it, I had to constantly remind myself that g3 is a reboot. Thus, I need to disconnect all I knew about previous incarnations and just observe these characters as separate. That definitely made the watching experience more enjoyable.

I thought the actors did okay and worked well with what they were given, which wasn’t a lot but they worked with it. The dances were hilarious. Some of those backup dancers were putting their heart and soul into their moves. XD

The movie was okay plot wise. Very generic but I was able to follow along and it set a decent basis for the new g3 material and lore.

Frankie. G1 Frankie never was my favorite character because she was such a plain main character, but I really love movie Frankie. Their quirkiness is one of the very few saving graces of the movie. I was afraid they would come off as annoying but I genuinely loved their scenes.

Now, I must admit, I am a greater fan of side characters in most shows than main characters, Abbey being no exception in MH. I personally loved her design and costume. Her hair! I love it! One of the few looks in the movie that were good in my opinion. Also, just the sheer joy and relief at seeing her back after g2 wiped her away. (a huge reason the g2 movies sucked.) (the g2 series was acceptable in my book since those included her)

Those tiny blink and you’ll miss it moments of Heath and Abbey interacting in the background is what kept me going through this movie.

The songs. The only other saving grace besides Abbey and Frankie. I must admit, I generally enjoy musicals so that gets a pass from me. Once again, pretty generic but they’ve all got good voices. Coming Out of the Dark and the Three of Us were my favorites.

Personality-wise, Draculara was okay and her outfit was pretty cute. You just have to remember to separate g1 Draculara in your mind from what we have now. I kind of like the perfectionistic pressure we see her getting from her dad. A very basic trait but I like it because it’s relatable for most perfectionists (me).

Clawdeen’s dad is so sweet and supportive. One of the best original things to come out from the movie.

What I disliked:

While the overall plot was passable, there were so many things that didn’t make sense.

like half human, half werewolf? Really?! Why? She’s 75% human? There was no point!

Also, that whole skatepark scene that shows Clawdeen’s ears? I guarantee no human would’ve batted an eye about that. I just found that whole scene ridiculous.

Monsters hate witches and witchcraft? Frick Casta Fierce, amiright.

but then Cleo mentions she did magic when she used to be human? Like, what?

Then there’s Draculara, a vampire, chilling over in the corner practicing witchcraft in the toilet. Huh? What correlation does she have to witchcraft?

Clawdeen x Deuce?! No. NO! Just absolutely NO!

The entire humans hate monsters thing and vice versa is such a flat plot point. So much for MH being accepting of everyone and their freaky flaws. I really miss that core message.

I seriously miss the variety of familiar characters. I get though that formulating costumes and renewing the rights to all their characters would be tedious, but still! Gimme all my babies back!

Isn’t Heath’s actor older than most of the cast? He definitely looks it.

I’m kinda between on this but I mostly dislike that it’s reminiscent of Disney Descendants quality but on an even cheaper budget. Did they have to do the choreography like that?

Cleo and Deuce break up is a major hate factor for me. There wasn’t enough elaboration or reason given. WHY?!

Also, where are Cleo’s bandages???

Lagoona. I know a lot of the fandom disliked the entire revamp. It’s not my favorite, but I don’t completely despise it. I think they should’ve renamed her to just be a completely different character or Lagoona’s cousin or something.

The Jekyll and Hyde villain was not it. Did not really enjoy it but at least he had reasonable motives I guess. Like, it’s heavily implied his dad got lynched, pretty gutsy move.

Also, the villain power up climax was really anticlimactic for me. Like he drinks the potion and has the ability to take everyone’s powers and no one runs away! The farthest they run is outside. Then, they all just stand there and talk it out and Komos stands there all powered up doing nothing. Bro, if they don’t have the common sense to run, just attack already.

Ghoulia. They’ve massacred my poor girl. I don’t know what else to say. (Not blaming the actress at all.)

Well, that’s all I can think about right now. I’ll probably share my thoughts on the animated series later.

#mh #monster high #monster high 2022 #monster high g3 #monster high movie #cleo de nile #deuce gorgon #clawdeen wolf #draculaura #frankie stein #lagoona blue #abbey bominable #ghoulia yelps #monster high komos

[locksley-cxli-polyvoresets]

These are my attempts at a random “what if: Reign followed Cupid back to Monster High for some reason.” My idea is that to fit in at MH, Reign would disguise herself with a variation of the infamous Old Hag spell that the Evil Queen uses to trick Snow White. This is just three variations on that idea; I like the first one (leftmost one) the best.

[suzukiadelheid]

How KHR characters play Splatoon + their weapons

I’m gonna sound insane to people who don’t play Splatoon

Tsuna- Half the time the match loads up and the other three members on his team disconnect. Sweats bullets in the heat of the match especially at the countdown phase. Never has the guts to kill Kyoko’s character. He keeps up Splattershot Jr throughout the whole game

Yamamoto- Insanely good aim but aim doesn’t matter in Splatoon and he likes spending more time covering ground rather than hitting players. Plays the Slosher cause it seems the most fun and splashy

Gokudera- Covers decent ground. Follows Tsuna and kills anyone who shoots at them. If they’re on opposite teams he goes idle. Mains the Blaster cause look at this thing 

Ryohei- Obviously loud as hell, rushes into the map forgetting he can travel faster as a squid, has dramatic one sided conversations with idle players or players he’s at a stalemate with. Friend requests everyone who manages to beat him in a match because “he loves their passion” and Hibari has rejected him 62 times (still counting). Mains rapid blaster

Lambo- Screams every time he gets killed and starts rambling on how the other player must be cheating. Gets distracted from the goal of victory and starts trying to paint his name on the mini map. Will destroy anyone from the opposite team whose ink ruins it and has won entire matches this way. Plays the roller

Hibari- Terrifying, regularly gets entire team kills. Still loses every match cause the point of the game is to paint the ground and he only knows violence. Puts the controller in front of Hibird when he doesn’t feel like playing a match. Mains duales

Chrome- Knows how to play the game like a normal person. Says “mh” each time she gets a kill (just means she’s happy). Good balance of coverage and offense. Her strategy relies on hiding as a squid and popping out of the ink. She likes swimming as the squid, just goes around in circles if her team is well into winning. A beast with the E-liter

Mukuro- As an avid player I can tell you it’s possible to psychologically manipulate people in Splatoon. He also does insane trick shot kills and plays the most infuriating weapons in the game very well. Will drop everything to squid party with Chrome if they’re in the same match, they’re pretty much useless together. Similar main to Chrome but works faster with less precision on the Splat Charger

Haru- The most well rounded player of the teens; she covers ground, she’s strategic, she kills, she’s a team player. She’s also very sweet to novice players but will bark at you like a drill sergeant otherwise. This girl plays Splatoon like how 14 year old boys played COD in early 2000s minus the offensive language. Mains Inkbrush

Kyoko- Has exaggerated reactions at in game events, like saying “ow” when killed or gasping when she sees an enemy. She’s a very good sport and can even reign in Haru and Gokudera’s temper. Saves all the videos she records of funny moments between her and her friends. Surprisingly ruthless too, will shoot Tsuna’s character as he hesitates or her brother mid monologue. Mains Splat Brella cause she thought it was cute and now she’s op with the shield capabilities

#khr #katekyo hitman reborn #sawada tsunayoshi #chrome dokuro #rokudo mukuro #hibari kyoya #kyoko sasagawa #sasagawa ryohei #yamamoto takeshi #gokudera hayato #miura Haru #disciplinary committee paperwork

[zsmbr]

past concerts.

2022. 10. 29. Budapest - Robot 2022. 10. 08. Budapest - Yuk 2022. 09. 22. Budapest - Dürer Kert 2022. 08. 17. Mátrafüred - Fekete Zaj Festival 2022. 07. 08. Boskovice - Festival pro židovskou čtvrť [CZ] 2022. 06. 30. Orfű - Fishing On Orfű Festival 2022. 04. 02. Budapest - Szimpla Kert 2022. 03. 18. Budapest - Kék Yuk w/sunnata 2021. 12. 03. Budapest - Robot 2021. 11. 20. Szeged - Grand Cafe 2021. 10. 30. Veszprém - TEREM 2021. 10. 16. Győr - A Beton 2021. 10. 02. Pécs - FényFesztivál, Szabadkikötő 2021. 09. 10. Bratislava - Randal Club [SK] 2021. 08. 20. Mátrafüred - Fekete Zaj Festival 2020. 10. 30. Győr - A beton 2020. 09. 04. Székesfehérvár - Nyolcas Műhely 2020. 08. 07. Budapest - Dürer Kert 2019. 12. 20. Budapest - Dürer Kert 2019. 11. 23 Zenta - Zentrópia [SRB] 2019. 11. 22 Szeged - Grand Cafe 2019. 11. 09. Maribor - Gustaf Pekarna [SI] 2019. 11. 07. Delemont - The Pub Fiction [CH] 2019. 11. 06. Chambéry - Brin de Zinc [F] 2019. 11. 04. Strasbourg - Le Local [F] 2019. 11. 02. České Budějovice - Velbloud Music Bar [CZ] 2019. 11. 01. Brno - Bajkazyl [CZ] 2019. 10. 26. Budapest - Dürer kert 2019. 08. 19. Mátrafüred - Fekete Zaj Fesztivál 2019. 08. 17. Orom - Malomfesztivál (SER) 2019. 05. 11. Dunaújváros - /secret show/ 2019. 05. 10. Budapest - Dürer Kert 2019. 04. 20. Budapest - Szimpla Kert 2019. 04. 02. Debrecen - MODEM 2019. 04. 01. Miskolc - Tinta Social Grund 2019. 03. 29. Budapest - Nembáj!fest 2019. 03. 28. Pécs - Szabadkikötő 2018. 12. 28. Budapest - Dürer Kert, Téli Fekete Zaj 2018. 11. 24. Székesfehérvár - MehKasAula 2018. 10. 20. Budapest - Szimpla Kert 2018. 10. 02. Budapest - Hatszin teatrum - UH Fest 2018. 08. 17. Orom - Malomfesztival (SER) 2018. 05. 25. Budapest - Dürer Kert, Budapest BeerWeek 2018. 05. 19. Pécs - Szabadkikötő 2018. 05. 18. Szeged - Grand Cafe 2018. 05. 17. Békéscsaba - Csabagyöngye MH 2018. 05. 16. Szolnok - Tomi 2018. 05. 15. Debrecen - MODEM 2018. 05. 14. Miskolc - Tinta 2018. 05. 13. Budapest - Instan 2018. 05. 12. Dunaújváros - Tareeja 2018. 05. 11. Győr - Dongó 2018. 03. 28. Budapest - A38 w/Ufomammut 2018. 02. 10. Szeged - Grand Cafe 2017. 11. 21. Budapest - Dürer kert 2017. 10. 20. Budapest - Dürer kert 2017. 09. 14. Budapest - Dürer kert w/Shining 2017. 08. 18. Orom - Malomfesztival (SER) 2017. 07. 21. Matrafured - Fekete Zaj 2017. 05. 27. Kromeriz - das LIGA (CZ) 2017. 05. 26. Chemnitz - Lokomov (GER) 2017. 05. 25. Prague - Nákladové nádraží Žižkov/1435mm (CZ) 2017. 05. 24. Ybbsitz - Club2 (AT) 2017. 05. 23. Ljubljana - Klub Gromka (SI) 2017. 05. 06. Budapest - III. Thulsa Doom Fest - KVLT ​2017. 04. 22. Szeged - Grand Café Várkert 2017. 04. 22. Budapest - Wave music RECORD STORE DAY 1.00pm 2017. 04. 21. Budapest - Robot w/Porch 2017. 04. 15. Győr - Rómer Ház 2017. 03. 25. Debrecen - MODEM 2017. 03. 24. Budapest - Fészek Kulturális Központ 2016. 12. 08. Budapest - MüSzi 2016. 10. 13. Budapest - Dürer kert w/Karma To Burn 2016. 08. 21. Budapest - Dürer kert w/Ghost Bath 2016. 08. 20. Kecskemét - Kilele 2016. 08. 19. Szeged - Grand Café Várkert 2016. 07. 23. Sástó - Fekete Zaj Festival 2016. 06. 18. Budapest - GMK 2016. 06. 16. Prague - Nákladové nádraží Žižkov (CZ) 2016. 06. 15. Pilsen - Papirna Plzen (CZ) 2016. 06. 04. Maribor - Gustaf pekarna (SI) 2016. 05. 07. Budapest - Dürer Kert 2016. 04. 15. Budapest - Akvárium 2016. 04. 10. Bang! Radio Show (Tilos Radio) 2016. 03. 26. Szeged - Grand Café 2016. 03. 17. Budapest  - "Reign Of Fire" Dürer Kert 2015. 12. 03. Budapest - Dürer Kert 2015. 10. 09. Budapest - S8, NemBáj! Festival 2015. 08. 15. Pilsen - PsyHigh Festival (CZ) 2015. 07. 31. Sástó - Fekete Zaj Festival 2015. 05. 23. Budapest - R33, Harmadik Ember Festival 2015. 04. 04. Pécs - E78 club 2015. 03. 20. Budapest - KVLT 2014. 11. 21. Budapest - R33, Harmadik Ember Festival 2014. 11. 15. Budapest - Dürer kert 2014. 10. 17. Luzern - Sedel (CH) 2014. 10. 16. Linz - Stadtwerkstadt (A) 2014. 10. 15. Wien - EKH (A) 2014. 10. 10. Budapest - Roham 2014. 09. 27. Budapest - Yuk 2014. 07. 12. Budapest - Roham 2014. 06. 20. Murska Sobota - City Fest MIKK (SI) 2014. 06. 19. Torino - Alla Vecchia Maniera (IT) 2014. 06. 15. Paris - La Cantine (F) 2014. 06. 13. Brussels - Rock Classic (BE) 2014. 06. 12. Kortijk - Cine Palace (BE) 2014. 06. 11. Liege - La Zone (BE) 2014. 06. 09. Chemnitz - Odradek (GER) 2014. 06. 08. Praha - Kokpit (CZ) 2014. 06. 07. České Budějovice - Velbloud Music Bar [CZ] 2014. 06. 06. Kromeriz - Fcelka (CZ) 2014. 05. 03. Budapest - Super8 2014. 05. 02. Debrecen - Dharma Klub 2014. 04. 29. Szeged - Varmuzeum 2014. 03. 29. Nyíregyháza - Romkert 2014. 03. 21. Budapest - Kék Lyuk 2014. 01. 30. Budapest - Gödör 2013. 11. 14. Budapest - Dürer Kert w/Russian Circles 2013. 11. 09. Salgótarján - Talent Klub 2013. 10. 26. Nagymagocs - Pince Klub 2013. 10. 25. Cluj Napoca - Truda (RO) 2013. 10. 24. Bucharest - Underworld (RO) 2013. 10. 23. Sofia - Maze (BG) 2013. 10. 21. Sarajevo - Fis Club Bock (BA) 2013. 10. 20. Beograd - BIGZ Scena (SER) 2013. 10. 19. Novi Sad - CK13 (SER) 2013. 10. 18. Backa Topola - Panta Rhei (SER) 2013. 10. 16. Budapest - Dürer Kert w/Jucifer 2013. 10. 05. Debrecen - Lilla bar 2013. 10. 04. Balmazújváros - BAKI klub 2013. 09. 25. Szeged - Super 8mm Festival 2013. 08. 17. Budapest - Dürer kert, Fekete Zaj Festival 2013. 05. 01. Linz - Stadtwerkstadt (A) 2013. 04. 30. Budapest - Showbarlang 2013. 02. 25. Budapest - Gödör Klub 2013. 01. 12. Budapest - Roham 2012. 10. 19. Szolnok - TOMI 2012. 10. 18. Szeged - Vármúzeum 2012. 09. 29. Cerkno - Cmakajne Festival (SLO) 2012. 09. 28. Ljubljana - Menza Pri Koritu (SLO) 2012. 08. 19. Matrafured, Fekete Zaj Festival 2012. 07. 07. Szolnok - TOMI 2012. 06. 23. Debrecen - HNO3 2012. 06. 22. Balmazujvaros - BAKI 2012. 05. 26. Budapest - A38 w/ VHK 2012. 04. 22. Budapest - Toldi Cinema 2012. 04. 11. Budapest - Trafik Klub 2012. 03. 04. Budapest - Toldi Cinema 2011. 08. 05. Matrafured - Fekete Zaj Festival 2011. 06. 04. Balmazujvaros - BAKI 2011. 06. 03. Budapest - Tundergyar 2011. 03. 04. Szolnok - Tomi 2011. 02. 24. Budapest - A38 2010. 11. 01. Budapest - A38 2010. 10. 02. Budapest - Tundergyar 2010. 09. 25. Ottensheim - Gas Post (A) 2010. 09. 22. Ljubljana - Klub Gromka (SLO) 2010. 09. 12. Litomerice - Jemafor (CZ) 2010. 09. 11. Wroclav - Artystycznych Firlej (PL) 2010. 09. 10. Prague - Klub 007 (CZ) 2010. 09. 09. Brno - Jolanda Club (CZ) 2010. 08. 06. Matrafured - Fekete Zaj Festival 2010. 06. 24. Balchik - In the Palace Festival (BLG) 2010. 02. 22. Budapest - A38 2010. 01. 15. Balmazujvaros - BAKI 2009. 12. 18. Szeged - Garabonczias 2009. 12. 28. Budapest - A38 2009. 12. 20. Novi Sad - CK13 (SER) 2009. 12. 19. Beograd - Livingroom SKC (SER) 2009. 12. 13. Budapest - Durer Kert 2009. 11. 28. Budapest - Tuzrakter 2009. 11. 21. Szekesfehervar - MehKas 2009. 10. 01. Budapest - Tuzrakter 2009. 08. 08. Matrafured - Fekete Zaj Festival 2009. 08. 01. Tasov - Besheda Bigbitu Festival (CZ) 2009. 06. 09. Budapest - Durer kert 2009. 05. 22. Linz - Stadtewerkstadt (A) 2009. 05. 21. Ljubljana - Klub Gromka (SLO) 2009. 05. 16. Budapest - Durer kert 2009. 04. 23. Budapest - Godor Klub 2009. 04. 10. Budapest - After Music Klub 2009. 02. 28. Szentendre - Vajda Lajos Studio 2009. 01. 31. Budapest - Kek Yuk 2008. 10. 25. Budapest - Avalon   2008. 10. 24. Balmazujvaros - BAKI 2008. 10. 23. Salgotarjan - Kakukkfogo 2008. 10. 18. Tatabanya - IFI 2008. 10. 17. Gyor - Romer haz 2008. 10. 12. Wien - Rhiz (A) 2008. 10. 04. Backa Topola - Panta Rhei (SER) 2008. 10. 03. Szeged - Garabonczias 2008. 10. 02. Kecskemét - Kilele 2008. 09. 30. Budapest - A38 hajó 2008. 09. 25. Prague - Chapeau Rogue (CZ) 2008. 09. 21. Torun - Piwnica Pod Aniolem (PL) 2008. 09. 20. Zgorzelec - Dom Kultury (PL) 2008. 09. 19. Piensk - Qultur Kombinat (PL) 2008. 06. 21. Budapest - Klub Vittula 2008. 05. 02. Sopron - Hangar 2008. 05. 16. Sarvar - Kastely 2008. 04. 24. Budapest - Kuplung 2008. 04. 13. Subotica - Ambush Music Festival (SER) 2008. 04. 12. Backa Topola - Panta Rhei  (SER) 2008. 04. 11. Szeged - Garaboncziás 2007. 11. 25. Asti - (ITA) 2007. 11. 17. Szeged - Garabonczias 2007. 11. 16. Kecskemet - Kilele Music Cafe 2007. 09. 22. Pecs - Labor 2007. 08. 30. Guta - Hannah-Hanna Festival (SK) 2007. 06. 22. Budapest - Klub Vittula 2007. 05. 26. Murska Sobota - MIKK (SLO) 2007. 05. 25. Vrhnika - Klub Zakon (SLO) 2007. 05. 24. Ljubljana - Metelkova, Menza pri koritu (SLO) 2007. 05. 18. Pecs - Labor 2007. 04. 21. Gyor - Romer Haz 2007. 04. 14. Berlin - Club Arcanoa (GER) 2007. 04. 13. Leiden - Bar En Boos (NED) 2007. 03. 24. Budapest - UH-FEST 2007. 03. 06. Budapest - Trafo Bar Tango 2006. 11. 18. Pecs - Szeszgyar 2006. 11. 09. Budapest - Kultiplex 2006. 10. 06. Debrecen - MODEM 2006. 10. 04. Budapest - Kultiplex 2006. 09. 23. Subotica - (SER) 2006. 09. 22. Bačka Topola - Phanta Rhei (SER) 2006. 09. 21. Szeged - Red Ship 2006. 09. 20. Budapest - Tűzraktar 2006. 09. 08. Dresden - Storm of Change/Moskau Festival (GER) 2006. 09. 07. Szekesfehervar - Fezen Festival 2006. 08. 18. Vásárosfalu - Vé-Festival 2006. 08. 14. Budapest - Sziget Festival 2006. 06. 07. Cluj Napoca - Transilvania Film Festival (RO) 2006. 05. 07. Potenza -  10+ Festival (ITA) 2006. 05. 06. Bologna - Ex-Mercato 24 (ITA) 2006. 05. 01. Komárom - Mediawave Festival 2006. 04. 23. Moscow - DOM Cultural Center, SKIF Festival (RUS) 2006. 04. 22. St. Petersburg - SKIF Festival (RUS) 2006. 04. 21. Moscow - Blow Up Club (RUS) 2006. 04. 14. Budapest - Süss Fel Nap 2006. 01. 07. Wien - Planet Music (A) 2006. 01. 05. Győr - Rómer-Ház 2005. 11. 13. Budapest - A38 2005. 10. 25. Budapest - Kultiplex 2005. 10. 11. Budapest - Akku 2005. 09. 10. Bačka Topola - Phanta Rhei (SCG) 2005. 09. 09. Szeged - Super8mm Fesztivál 2005. 09. 08. Subotica - Alcatraz (SCG) 2005. 08. 10. Budapest - Sziget Festival 2005. 07. 14. Senta - Youth Days Festival(SCG) 2005. 05. 21. Győr - Popkontroll Festival 2005. 05. 14. Weikersheim - Club W71 (GER) 2005. 04. 30. Győr - Underground Music Workshop 2005. 04. 29. Győr - Mediawave Festival 2005. 04. 17. Backa Topola - Phanta Rhei (SCG) 2005. 04. 16. Szeged - Bartók square 2005. 04. 15. Kecskemét - V-pub 2005. 04. 09. Budapest - RS9 Havizaj 2004. 11. 13. Győr - Rómer ház 2004. 10. 15. Székesfehérvár - MéhKasAula 2004. 10. 04. Eindhoven - Burgers (NED) 2004. 10. 03. Rotterdam - Worm (NED) 2004. 10. 02. Dortmund - Soahc (GER) 2004. 04. 30. Győr - Mediawave Festival 2004. 04. 22. Szeged - Old Timer 2004. 03. 12. Győr - Rómer Ház (Colors of Music) 2004. 01. 17. Budapest - Trafó 2003. 10. 12. Potsdam - Archiv (GER) 2003. 10. 11. Berlin - Supamolly (GER) 2003. 10. 10. Bochum - Wageni (GER) 2003. 10. 09. Rostock - JAZ (GER) 2003. 10. 08. Nijmegen - Onderbroek (NED) 2003. 10. 07. Liége - La Zone (B) 2003. 10. 06. Eindhoven - Burgers (NED) 2003. 10. 05. Dortmund - Soahc (GER) 2003. 10. 04. Berlin - Chokoladen (GER) 2003. 10. 03. Budapest - MU-Theatre 2003. 08. 03. Budapest - Sziget Festival ​2003. 07. 01. Budapest - Pesti Est Café w. Mono ​2003. 04. 30. Győr - Mediawave Festival

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