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anxiousgaypanicking · 3 months

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Aziraphale sweetly convincing Crowley to shrink down just so he can press kisses over him and show his love, and unintentionally managing to turn Crowley on in the process

Tiny Kisses

Warnings: micro/macro, oral play, overstimulation, unplanned exhibitionism, grinding, palming

"Crowley, dear, would you..." Aziraphale trails off, thumbing over a page in his book but not properly turning it, as though he'd been staring at the words but not actually reading them. His mind was seemingly elsewhere.

He's sitting comfortably on his settee, with Crowley stretched out across from him, sitting improperly on a chair but looking otherwise relaxed. His head tilts towards Aziraphale in order to acknowledge him, but Aziraphale doesn't meet his eyes. Instead, he continues to fiddle with the paper before him, rubbing his fingers over it.

When Aziraphale doesn't elaborate further, Crowley raises an eyebrow.

"Would I what, angel?" he asks, a curious edge to his voice. He adjusts his position slightly, keeping his legs swung over the arm of the seat, but sitting up further in order to give Aziraphale his proper attention.

Aziraphale glances at Crowley, before sliding his reading glasses off and sucking in a deep breath.

"Do you remember Scotland?" Aziraphale asks, before clarifying "Edinburgh, 1827?"

Crowley grimaces. "How could I forget?"

What Aziraphale and Crowley were remembering were wildly different, as Aziraphale was thinking of the bottle of laudanum, while Crowley was thinking about being dragged down to hell while horribly intoxicated, and the bleary repercussions he faced after. Still, with the timeframe fresh in their minds, Aziraphale clears his throat.

"I assume you remember Elspeth," he begins, listening as Crowley hums in consideration, "and her... unsavory desires to... end her life prematurely."

"Mmm. Spritely one, she was."

"Spritely" was not how Aziraphale would describe her, but she was definitely interesting, and a learning experience for him. However, Aziraphale wasn't thinking of her.

"Do you remember the laudanum?"

Crowley presses his lips into a thin line. He's acting as though he's trying to recall it, but Aziraphale can see in his body language that Crowley already knows exactly what he's talking about.

Finally, Crowley shrugs. "I do."

"Great. Perfect." Aziraphale closes his book and sets it off to the side, smoothing his pants before folding his hands formally in his lap. Immediately, Crowley can sense a favor coming, and groans as he forces himself into a more proper position, face-to-face with Aziraphale.

"What do you want?" Crowley asks, getting ahead of the curve.

Aziraphale lets out a short, closed mouth laugh at the question, but still hesitates for a moment. It takes Crowley lowering his glasses to properly stare at Aziraphale curiously for Aziraphale to finally find his words.

"Back in Edinburgh, after drinking the laudanum, you shrunk. You grew, too, but that's not the point."

"I vaguely recall something like that happening. Your point?"

Aziraphale smiles. "Well... I was just wondering... would you consider shrinking again?"

Crowley's nose scrunches up into dramatic disgust, as he raises his glasses, shielding his narrowed eyes. "Now why would I do that?" he exclaims, in a mixture of surprise and exasperation. Aziraphale can see the shock on Crowley's face at the unexpected question, but he doesn't back down.

"I'd just like if you would," Aziraphale answers. He doesn't have a good reason, per se, but there was no harm in asking! "I promise, it'll be worth it. And you can always grow back right after."

Crowley frowns, deep and unimpressed, but stands up with a groan anyway, ever willing to please his angel. "Fine," he huffs, stuffing his upper half of his fingers into his tight pockets. "But don't think this'll be a common occurrence."

Looking rather stiff, Aziraphale watches with delighted eyes as Crowley's form quickly diminishes into a miniature version of itself, until he's just a little smaller than the palm of Aziraphale's hand. Aziraphale leans off the sofa to gently scoop him up, and Crowley lets him, getting lazily settled against Aziraphale's soft flesh and fat fingers.

He looks grumpy, as though he's been horribly inconvenienced, but softens quickly when Aziraphale smiles wide at him, clearly pleased that he listened.

Aziraphale's thumb then folds over Crowley's body, gently rubbing over his stomach and legs with the pad of his finger, petting him compassionately while still being considerably gentle.

"You look like a little doll," Aziraphale comments, quiet voice brimming with excitement. "I understand why you were so worried about accidentally being crushed in Scotland. You're so bijou."

Crowley scoffs at being equated to some tiny trinket, but chews the inside of his cheek in an attempt to mask his fluster.

Then, however, Aziraphale is moving his hand upwards so that Crowley is near his lips, and places the gentlest of kisses against him. He's oblivious to the way his lips completely envelop Crowley's figure, which has Crowley wiggling slightly at the feeling.

It's a quick kiss, pulling Crowley's breath from him as Aziraphale pulls away, licking his lips after with a soft smile. It was just a momentary thing, and yet Crowley's left speechless, any complaints he would have made about the affection actively dying on his tongue.

Crowley pants, before wiping his face as he breaths "now what was that all about?"

Aziraphale looks playfully guilty, before admitting "you looked rather kissable. It's hard to resist temptation, especially when it comes from you."

Crowley didn't even do anything. Nothing his angel hadn't asked of him, at least. And yet he feels his chest swell with pride and excitement at the words - at the idea he's tempting Aziraphale just by existing.

Aziraphale is planting another kiss to Crowley's frame before he even has the chance to recuperate from the first, leaving him breathless when Aziraphale pulls away once again. However, he's given little respite, as Aziraphale kisses him again, clearly confident in this display of affection, and still unaware of how red it's making Crowley's face.

The repeated pressing of Aziraphale's lips to his body do many things. It messes up his hair, skews his glasses to the side and smudges them, but humiliatingly enough it manages to arouse him.

Slowly - but growing more and more intense with each enveloping peck to his form - heat begins to spread through Crowley's body, arousal and excitement building intensely. Crowley is desperate to hide it from his angel, but doing such is nearly impossible with Aziraphale's lips sweetly jackhammering against him over and over again.

Aziraphale has no idea of the embarrassment of the situation.

Crowley is so small. He's completely at Aziraphale's disposal - lest he grow back right now and land either on Aziraphale's lap or on his back on the floor - and he feels such intensely. No way to stop the soft kisses, the pressure of his lips, the thin veil of spit that slowly soaks through his clothes and slicks through his hair.

He barely manages to knock his own glasses off and away (as they're already beyond saving, with his visibility being obscured by smeared saliva). He's truthfully just praying that Aziraphale remains oblivious to the obvious tent growing down below, though he's also realistically aware his tight pants will make this sort of thing painfully obvious.

Crowley knows he should make some excuse to grow back to normal, and try to side-step the situation before Aziraphale can wise up to his excitement, but he can't even get a word in inbetween the affection.

Aziraphale keeps kissing him for another minute or so, indulging in what to him is just a form of otherwise wholesome appreciation, before he pulls his head away. He looks down at Crowley, cupped within both of his hands to keep him safe as opposed to just the one, prepared to ask if it's okay he keeps going, only to quickly turn red when he notices Crowley's bulge.

Crowley, in turn, flushes under Aziraphale's gaze, and rushes to press his legs together.

However, Aziraphale's thumb slides over Crowley's body with a surprising mixture of confidence and curiosity, effortlessly spreading Crowley's thighs apart and pressing the pad of his finger over Crowley's bulge.

There's clear amusement in Aziraphale's eyes, and despite looking a bit flustered, he muses "well, it looks like you've enjoyed yourself quite a bit."

Crowley flushes darker, a lot more defensive as he insists "it's not my fault!" while actively trying to push Aziraphale's thumb away. Aziraphale doesn't even understand the effects he has on Crowley.

In turn, Aziraphale pushes his thumb more firmly against Crowley, watching as Crowley's small fingers dig into his flesh more desperately while his back arches, letting out a trembling moan at the slight friction against his crotch. To Aziraphale, he's barely moving his finger, but to Crowley, Aziraphale might as well have been roughly palming him.

"I was genuinely trying to be sweet," Aziraphale murmurs, "it's not my fault you're so... excitable."

Crowley narrows his eyes, looking grumpy. He squirms beneath Aziraphale's touches. "You were the one so insistent on doing this!" Crowley points out. "And you're the one furthering it!"

Aziraphale looks completely unbothered by Crowley's stammered defense, and quickly cuts him off with another gentle kiss surrounding his body yet again, before once again sliding his thumb slowly over Crowley's clothes, caressing his body from his chest to his groin.

"There's no reason to be so bitter, dear," Aziraphale softly chastises. "You're enjoying yourself, aren't you? Besides, I don't mind that you're so dirty minded."

Crowley's baffled, and can't tell if Aziraphale is messing with him, or being completely genuine in his reasoning that this is all Crowley's fault, but either way Aziraphale's words only arouse him further. So much so, that he looks almost shocked when Aziraphale pulls one of his hands away, rolling him fully into the palm of the other.

With his free hand, Aziraphale makes a quick motion with his pointer finger and uses a small miracle to instantly rid Crowley of those tight, pesky clothes.

This time, when Aziraphale places a kiss to Crowley's front, the tip of his tongue barely peeks out of his mouth and runs along his nude body, licking over his nipples, down his thin chest, and over his exposed cock.

Immediately, Crowley cries out in sensitivity at the feeling, spit glistening over his torso when Aziraphale pulls away, leaving his lithe form coated in saliva and burning with arousal and interest. His cock is hard and leaking pre, while Crowley lays back panting.

Aziraphale smiles down at him.

"You're like a little treat," he states, making Crowley frown. "Though, you obviously don't taste like cake or pastries." His thumb again runs over Crowley's body, making Crowley shudder as it traces over his nipples. "Admittedly, the temptation to swallow you up is rather prevalent!"

Crowley again scrunches his nose, pushing Aziraphale's thumb away yet again.

"You're just thinking about food," Crowley spits, adjusting his position ever so slightly. He's huffy that Aziraphale is equating him to a treat of sorts, but Aziraphale just licks his lips at the accusation.

He brings Crowley back up to his lips, placing a messier kiss to his body, before he shamelessly pulls Crowley's bottom half into his mouth. His legs to his waist are being teased by Aziraphale's tongue, with his midsection held firmly by his lips, and his hand behind Crowley to support his chest and head.

Crowley curses immediately, face aflame with humiliation and hands pushing against Aziraphale's lips in weak protest, but as Aziraphale's tongue drags over his cock, he quickly gives up. His arms fall limp at his sides, and instead he holds tightly to Aziraphale's fingers to ground himself as he moans.

"If you-" Crowley gasps, struggling to catch his breath between Aziraphale's firm licks to his lower half, "if you swallow me, I'll be discorporated!"

Aziraphale hums at the idea.

Of course, he'd never truly think of discorporating Crowley; he's much too fond of him to put him through the pain of excess paperwork. But the fact he could hangs in the air, similar to how Crowley hangs from Aziraphale's lips.

Whenever Crowley squirms too much, or tries to complain to cover his own embarrassment, Aziraphale focuses his licks over Crowley's messy cock, which quickly renders him speechless or causes him to cut of his words with a loud moan. He'll often arch his back or fall limp against Aziraphale's hand, only for Aziraphale to guide his tongue to Crowley's thighs or feet, causing Crowley to wiggle again.

And poor Crowley can feel his orgasm steadily building, heat swelling in his abdomen which he desperately tries to repress. They just started, after all! How pathetic would he look coming so soon? He's desperate to prolong this as much as possible, but Aziraphale makes it mighty difficult.

He tries to express such, even reasoning that Aziraphale hasn't pleasured himself at all, but Aziraphale just pulls Crowley out of his mouth completely and back into his hand, frowning at Crowley's constant insistence on talking.

"If you don't stop complaining, Crowley, I'll just have to shove you completely into my mouth," Aziraphale states, matter-of-factly. "That way I won't be able to hear it."

Crowley pants, lower-half drenched in Aziraphale's spit. He feels rather chilly as the air hits his moist skin. Despite the fact he was really just talking in an attempt to hold his orgasm back, Aziraphale seems to think he was still being grumpy about the entire ordeal. He was so small his voice hadn't reached Aziraphale's ears properly, more so just sounding like loud moans and unintelligible complaints.

Crowley's eyes flicker to Aziraphale's mouth, and shudders with a weird amount of delight at the idea of being pushed completely past his lips.

Sitting on his knees on Aziraphale's palm, Crowley tries to explain himself, knowing there's a chance Aziraphale will just disregard what he has to say anyway. He opens his mouth to start talking, sucking in a deep breath as he does so, watching Aziraphale look interested, and then like he's thinking of something else as Crowley purposefully slurs his words and talks quieter than necessary. He knows Aziraphale can hear him if he talks normally. So he wasn't going to talk normally.

As he speaks, Aziraphale brings Crowley back to his mouth, sliding his legs back past his lips and licking over them affectionately, only for him to quickly make due on his threat. He lets go of Crowley's upper half and tilts his head back, pulling Crowley fully into his mouth with a quick suck, and licking over him immediately.

He explores Crowley's body in its entirety, rolling him over easily so that Crowley's chest and cock presses against the wet muscle. He feels Crowley moving slightly, perhaps attempting to push himself up, only to slip and fall over and over. He hears muffled moans echoing within his cheeks, but in response Aziraphale just pins Crowley to the roof of his mouth with his tongue, gliding it over Crowley's body without a care until finally - finally - Crowley comes without warning.

A wet, garbled moan is all that comes out of him as Aziraphale holds him firmly while swallowing down the miniscule pool of semen, before Aziraphale's tongue settles back to the bottom of his jaw with Crowley laying panting atop it. He gives Crowley a brief respite, before slowly rolling his tongue out of his mouth, and gently plucking Crowley off of it.

Crowley's eyes flutter shut as he lets his head fall back, sucking in fresh air while it's available to him, before he's being gently laid against Aziraphale's pillowy thighs. More specifically, in front of Aziraphale's thick, hard cock.

Stammering, Crowley's eyes go wide when he sees it, blinking in surprise and fluster.

This hardly is even a new thing; his angel always overwhelms him with pleasure without meaning to, and then encourages him to keep going after, but it doesn't make this any less embarrassing.

It does mean he's not too shocked when Aziraphale gently nudges him, though, gently prodding him to "sit up," and petting through Crowley's slick hair with his thumb when he listens.

"How in the world did you manage to get so worked up from nothing?!" Crowley asks in disbelief, wiping some of Aziraphale's spit from his face.

Aziraphale smiles, cheeks pink. "I told you to stop making such lewd noises," he states, as though blaming his arousal on Crowley. He quickly admits afterwards, though "I just couldn't help myself while playing with you. It would have been torturous to leave myself untouched. That'd just be more work for you, after all!"

When Crowley shoots Aziraphale a questioning look, he's gently pushed closer to Aziraphale's shaft.

"You'll help, won't you dear?"

"At this size?" Crowley exclaims. "If I grew back, maybe, but what could I possibly do when I'm just a couple inches tall?!"

Again, Aziraphale smiles, and then Crowley feels his soft hand against his back, slowly moving him forward until Crowley's front is pushed practically completely against Aziraphale's cock. Aziraphale keeps his hand cupped and Crowley in place, but otherwise doesn't move him any further, waiting to see if Crowley will understand his implications. Just what is he willing to do to please Aziraphale at such a tiny size?

Crowley sort of freezes at first, before hesitantly attempting to wrap his arms around Aziraphale's girth. Due to his size, he can hardly get his arms around it, but that doesn't seem to matter, as when he squeezes them slightly Aziraphale groans, and rewards him by pushing him a bit harder against the length.

"Good boy, Crowley," Aziraphale breathes, voice ever so soft. Hearing the praise, Crowley flushes and glances up at him, before muttering curses under his breath. Despite his humiliation, Crowley was ever-desperate to please his angel.

He tries his best to continue drawing soft noises from Aziraphale's mouth, but there's really not much he can do while being so small. Luckily though, Aziraphale is very generous, and so decides to push his hand fully against Crowley's body and begin to drag him upwards and along the length, giving himself a handjob with Crowley's figure pressed against his cock.

Aziraphale relaxes back against the couch as he lets out a pretty, proper moan, making Crowley flush a dark red.

Crowley's fully aware he's going to be overstimulated by the end of this, as Aziraphale's rubbing just drags Crowley's cock against Aziraphale's own repeatedly, stimulating him until he's fully hard once again.

Aziraphale moves his hand slowly, not intending to overwhelm or crush Crowley, but instead just genuinely using his body to please himself. He's rather open with how he's feeling, blessing Crowley's ears with rather prominent moans and gasps.

This wonderful routine continues for about a minute more, before they hear a knock on the bookshop door, startling Aziraphale so badly he squeezes his hand tightly around his cock, slapping his hand over his mouth as he cries out at the pressure, simultaneously smashing Crowley's body hard into his shaft. Crowley moans in response, before he's being dropped by Aziraphale's hand.

Aziraphale cranes his head to look behind him, only to see Nina's unamused face staring back at him from the glass. Aziraphale has to bite back a panicked curse as they make eye contact.

Without thinking, Aziraphale is grabbing his boxers and pants and dragging them up his thick thighs and hips, unintentionally trapping Crowley within his boxers and against Aziraphale's still-hard cock. He takes a pillow off the settee and holds it subtly over his nether regions as he walks to the door, opening it just a crack as he smiles at Nina.

"Your shop has some weird hours, Mr. Fell," she states, making Aziraphale smile nervously.

"Yes, well, they're what works best for me." His voice trembles as he speaks, and he can feel sweat glistening on his upper brow. "Now, was there something you needed?"

"Just brought over some excess pastries," she replies, and Aziraphale has to bite his tongue as he feels Crowley squirming in his pants, flushing dark as he realizes the mishap. Nina keeps talking, stating "it's nearing the end of the day, and it'd be a waste to just throw these out."

"Right. Thanks." Aziraphale holds his pillow with one hand - thankful Nina can't see it - and reaches through the crack in the doors to grab a plate of pretty sweets that've been wrapped up for him. Before he can shut the door though, she rather blatantly slides her foot between them, keeping it open and Aziraphale trapped in this conversation.

She raises an eyebrow. "You feeling alright?"

No. No, he rather wasn't. Crowley is squirming in his pants, fighting instinctively against the sudden suffocating feeling of being pressed firmly against Aziraphale's cock, taking in mouthfuls of his pre as it leaks over both Crowley and into the fabric of Aziraphale's own boxers.

This is humiliating and exhilarating, and he can hear Nina's muffled voice which unfortunately seems to only excite both him and Aziraphale further. He's only semi-confident that Aziraphale won't get them both caught, but that risk has Crowley's body burning up. That, and the fact Aziraphale's boxers were stuffy and humid with his arousal. So, Crowley wriggles some more, shamelessly grinding his body as best he can against Aziraphale, working to please both of them even though he is selfishly addicted to his own pleasure.

"I'm feeling amazing, actually," Aziraphale quickly insists, with a short nod. "I'll let you finish closing up. Thanks for the-" Aziraphale lowers his head as he bites his bottom lip, thighs squeezed together where he stands, "for the pastries."

Aziraphale than swiftly shuts the door before Nina can question him further, and lets himself slump partially against it. His back presses firmly against the surface as he drops the pillow onto the ground, feverishly pressing his hand against his straining bulge afterwards.

"Oh, Crowley," Aziraphale moans, head falling back with a thud as he palms himself through his trousers. Normally, he'd detest potentially making such a mess of his clothes, but with Crowley squirming inside of them he can hardly find the will to care.

Crowley is pressed hard against Aziraphale's cramped cock, moved and pushed hard against it as Aziraphale rubs himself. He's coated in an already thick layer of precome that steadily drips down Aziraphale's shaft and onto him, allowing him to rub easier along Aziraphale's length. This time, as he feels warmth overtaking his body, he doesn't bother to hold back. His cock grinds messily against Aziraphale's much bigger one, before he's coming once again, his small mess infinitesimal within Aziraphale's wet boxers.

Muffled moans fill Crowley's ears as Aziraphale lets himself indulge in his pleasure, being shamelessly loud as he rubs and rubs and rubs, before finally coming himself with a loud cry, making a mess of both Crowley and his boxers. He's left rather sweaty and exhausted afterwards, panting as he leans over, still resting against the door for support.

He lets himself catch his breath for a moment, before his eyes go wide as he remembers Crowley trapped inside his slick pants, and he hastens to unbutton his trousers and slide his hand down them. He cringes briefly at the mess, but after a few moments manages to properly pluck Crowley out and hold him gingerly, relieved to see Crowley looks just as pleased and worn out as he is.

Too tired to even utter a quip, Crowley lets Aziraphale wipe him clean with a towel, before his small form is being kissed once more - more lightly, this time, as to not bother his otherwise oversensitive body - and he's being laid back on the settee.

Aziraphale gives him room to grow back to his normal size, which he does with a lazy flick of his hand, dressing himself in dark, comfortable clothes simultaneously. His head rests against the arm of the sofa, eyes gently shut as he takes in long, deep breaths, almost as if he's savoring the smell of sweat permeating the bookshop after their sensual endeavor.

"Well," Aziraphale starts, "I should probably change."

"Come read to me after," Crowley mumbles, reaching down from the couch blindly before he manages to snag the book Aziraphale had been flipping through earlier. "Finish your chapter, at least."

Aziraphale lets out a soft, closed-mouth laugh, nodding his head in response despite the fact Crowley can't see him. However, as Crowley hears Aziraphale's footsteps recede - presumably to go change into his nightwear - he knows that Aziraphale's going to do as he asked when he gets back. And they're going to cuddle as he does so.

#good omens #good omens smut #aziracrow #aziracrow smut #ineffable husbands #ineffable husbands smut #agp smut #yes i know i have a sanders sides shot called tiny kisses #i can only be so creative #micro/macro

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sage-is-in-fact-very-tired · 4 months

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welcome to the "wow, that's some interesting manipulation you got there mr.fable sir; want me to analyze it for you?" + a couple other things about thursdays lore post

this'll be a ride (the 4252 word kind), its roughly kinda organized (the manipulation section goes mostly chronologically-), but i think its gets all our points across pretty well

echo [@echos-of-incoherence], my partner in crime (/lh /pos), helped immensely with this!!! we kept bouncing thoughts of each other and adding to them, so this is the post combining everything we talked about thursday (+ a little friday) post lore.

[TW/CW - Lore spoilers; discussions of manipulation, death, and murder]

so. im. going to go in order of “we talked about this the least” to “we has so many thoughts this was most of the conversation”

[so, shockingly, we start with quixis.]

Where Icarus sees quixis’ power slowly increase and get stronger; fable sees the worst of it first. He sees them at their strongest this far - with the bunker, redstone, trail, and wings - and he hasn't seen anything else of them. They were completely blocked from sight in As It Is, and they weren't in any of the books around; so fable has no point of reference *until* unlocked, that's his first proper time seeing them in *action.* He knows of their strength; that they're *strong,* but he doesn't truly see it until this; until the first time he's out purgatory in years. “Again and again he is shown examples of this power throughout his time in the grove, and he continues to lead Icarus back to his voice of reason every time.” [Quote direct from Echo] So then the cathedral happens - Icarus injures both ven (shoulder) and fable (hand); but by proxy, now fable has access to Quixis’ power. It's literally at his fingertips, and he uses that well and to his advantage. (To note - he definitely uses manipulation with this, and that will be touched on soon.) As soon as they fly back from the cathedral to Icarus’ house, fable rushes them *away* from the bunker, away from a place of *safety;* and instead leads them to the alter. The place he used once, to create, and a place he knows he can *control.* He uses the power at his fingertips to his advantage and he *looks* - no matter if it hurts Icarus, hurts his *kid* (which we will *also* get into) - he looks and he *sees.* he sees so close the power he's been searching for, the power he *needs* - the whole worldport at his fingertips, and he'll use it. “And his truer intentions are revealed, because Icarus won't be needed anymore after this.” [Direct quote from Echo] Once he takes it out, takes the power from them (inevitably killing them in the process), Icarus won't be needed. He will no longer need them as a access point if he *has* it, has that power. Centross interrupts this, he interrupts and he fights and he tries. And now Fable is mortal, and Icarus is even more vital to him. Considering that, he probably won't be able to fully attempt the ritual again, due to the while being mortal thing. So, to quote Echo directly again, “he has to start working them again, even harder this time.” also, the power stream. Fable was, for all intents and proposes, attempting to see how useful Icarus could be to him. See if they had any powers of their own - if they did, what were they - how they could be used for his gain. But their only show of power ended up being quixis. Which wasn't even *them,* it was quixis. “I feel like that kind of sealed the deal for him – hence his whole thing about using Icarus to access and use that power for himself” [Direct quote from Echo]

You also have the potential fallout of this; specifically the multiversal kind for this part of the conversion. The previous messing with multiverse things, was with a pre-existing rift between worlds; it still managed to destroy/collapse a whole world. (Presumably, due to Portal's connection with Mer, where the rift was opened too.) And the people involved in this do know, somewhat, of the multiverse, but none of them quite travel through it. All that was done was the widening of a rift, and a transfer of consciousness. In this case, well. Its significantly different. What fable was attempting to do, I believe, would've pretty much been pulling Icarus’ entire connect to the Worldport *out of them*, which is a powerful thing, and using it as said powerful thing. You also need to add in the fact that Icarus *knows* of the worldport, has been in it, is the most connected to it beside quixis. Where krit (or any of the other sherbs) absolutely was/is/are not. Considering fable getting to the point where he nearly pulled it *out*, and considering it left a mark - big splotch of wacky (*not* wack, just a little wacky) dull rainbow on Icarus’ chest - it will probably have a much larger effect on the worldport as a whole - and quixis - than the rift did. Which, considering how decayed the worldport already is, will *not* be a good thing. Some might actually say a bad thing. A *very* bad thing.

[That concludes the quixis part; now onto the Haley and Centross death parallels. And general thoughts about that.]

Both Centross and Haley died, technically, due to an action taken by Icarus. But the deaths themself - in the way it happened, Icarus’ actions, and the fallout of them - could not be more opposite of eachother. Haley was killed directly by Icarus themself; intentionally and without any remorse for their actions. They didn't want her back right away - they didn't want her back until they were uncorrupted and back to, mostly, themself - in their own words, “I need her dead.” Then, in their attempts to get her back, *bring* her back, they're told that she can't be. Alerion tells them, to their face, that the dead cannot be brought back to life. And yet, in the end, she is. Quixis changes it so that Haley comes through the portal; changes it so she walks through that purgatory portal and is *alive* alive again. Despite everything, she's brought back. Where Centross death; it's caused by fable. Fable is who kills him, in the end. But it's Icarus’ actions that lead them there - following fable to the alter, and agreeing to do what he wanted (no blame, I understand why they did as they did, however it how they were led to centross’ death, so it's included.) But on Icarus’ side, Centross’ death was not intentional - fable wanted to kill him, Icarus clearly had objections - Icarus did not *want* him dead in any way. They want him back now - they *need* him back now. They don't want their best friend dead and gone and not coming back. And Fable. And Fable feels into that need; tells them that centross can be brought back. That he will be brought back; soon. He will be. Despite everything we know contradicting this. He'll do it. (Because he needs Icarus on his side; and promising to bringing back the person he killed? their best friend? one of the best ways to do that.) Additionally; if centross” death is mirroring haleys like it seems to be, then I sincerely doubt he will be brought back as *centross* centross.

[Most of this next paragraph is paraphrasing Echo] Fable's plan, the whole idea and premise behind it, hinges fully on Centross and his death. It's not likely he can be brought back in similar ways to Haley - especially seeing as he is, presumably, with epros somewhere (somewhere on the void) as opposed to in purgatory. Icarus, however, does not know this. Icarus additionally doesn't know that Centross was going to die anyway - Fable can say that he only died because he interfered, but we as chat know this to be incorrect. Centross was going to die soon regardless of what happened. (Rae knows, at the least, that something is happening with centross. That he was hurting when he flew off. He doesn't know the full story, but he knows *something* is up.) But with the whole “centross can be brought back, he wouldn’t've died if he hadn't interfered, etc,” Fable is very clearly using Icarus’ lack of knowledge of this against them; making them believe these things.

[That concludes that section; now begins “why fable absolutely would've just killed Icarus and left them dead had centross not interfered”]

Fable would’ve killed Icarus, and it would’ve been for longer than the moment he said it would be. He said that it would’ve been after he did what he felt needed to have been done; all the stuff with killing gods and replacing primordials. Which, all things considered, absolutely would've taken longer than a moment, longer than ‘skipping a breath.” Had centross no interfered, he would've killed them, left them dead until he was done with all he needed to do, and then brought them back. But considering all we've seen - even then, I doubt he would've actually brought them back. They would hold no use to him anymore, so what would've been the point? To quote myself here, “He was just going to kill them and he wasn't going to bring them back once he was done. They weren't going to be useful to him, no longer a pawn in his game. Just a husk of something he no longer needs, because it's [power] all at his fingertips. he only stopped because centross stopped him.”

He also says all of this stuff about “his heart dying with them,” that if they die, his heart will too. Yet, he also screams in Centross’ face about all he can create. All he can make with his own two hands. All he can sculpt and mold. If he wished so badly, if he really truly did, he could’ve just made another child. He wouldn’t've kept his word to Icarus, because once he took the portal, took that power, there was no use for them anymore. To use a chess analogy, it'd be like changing the pawn to a queen once you reach the other side; you change one use for another, and you don't get the old use back, especially considering the new use is more powerful. (In this case, Icarus for power; you'd take the power, but not bring them back because there isn't anything left for them to do; they fulfilled their purpose.) He would've killed them, he absolutely would've killed them and left them dead because they were no longer of use, but Centross intervened and suddenly his plans - both of doing that, and killing gods + replacing primordials - were tilted very askew. “He had to regroup. he has to now rebuild that trust with Icarus in order to try the ‘portal removal’ again, and he probably can't even do it because of the reaver.” [Quote direct from Echo]

[That concludes that, I have so many thoughts about it, and now begins “that's some interesting manipulation you did mr.fable sir, you want an analysis on it? cause I got one right here for your viewing pleasure.”]

The manipulation doesn't take very long to start. It starts almost immediately after they get back to Icarus’ house, in fact. He says “Quixis could kill me,” says how this is an injury only a god could give to another god - at least, supposedly. Quixis’ godly status is. debated - and he says this straight to Icarus’ face. Now, Icarus has this inherent need, or idea, to help and be useful to everyone around. To not hurt them. They want to be useful, and fix the stuff they end up breaking. (Because thy always end up breaking something, don't they?) This definitely got more noticeable post-corruption, but I have a feeling that this was there even before that. Now, fable, being both their father, and having been in purgatory for so long, *knows this,* and he uses it to his advantage. He tells them he's hurt, knowing all of that - because im sure he knows that by now, but that he has a way to fix it, and that Icarus can help. And they believe him, because why in the world would he lie about that. So when he leads them to the alter, leads them there under the guise that it'll help, they believe him. They believe that this'll help, and they always want to help - to fix whenever they hurt their family. This whole idea continues into the cave; that they're both marked for *death,* but that Icarus has been for so so much longer, and then he brings up quixis. Something they've wanted to fix for years and years and he says he can *take them out.* That he can fix and solve everything that's been happening around them; remove all the other from them - something I'm sure he's well aware they want at this point. He tells them how this will go, that it will hurt - their immediate response, not even seconds later, being that they can handle it - and he keeps that up. Because he knows, well now, that they will listen to him. That they believe what he says, and that they want to help, be good, be useful. That they want *him* to see them as good and useful; and in the end, they believe it; believe *him.*

[Most of this next paragraph is paraphrasing Echo - anything quoted is directly from Echo] Fable has a goal, pretty clearly based around power; overcoming enderian, overcoming and killing gods, replacing primordials. For all intents and purposes, overcoming anything that will get in his way of power. “There is something fable wants, and he needs *some sort of* help to get it – he needs Icarus to trust him.” So, he twists his strategy to play at and to Icarus’ flaw; guilt. Icarus is guilty about so so much; everything that happened during corruption, hurting the people they care about and love, “and repeating (rhyming) history time and time again.” it's pretty clear as day they feel the guilt about this; they shy away when it gets brought up, or they go quiet, or or or. And so, Fable leans - pretty heavily - into that flaw. He gives them the validation they want in varying amounts so they crave more of it; he treats Rae like a son - a proper son - because he knows all Icarus wants is a happy family. Unlike Rae, they don't remember the other things - don't remember the *bad* and the worse, only the good, or mostly good. “The inherent need to be seen and loved and viewed as someone who can be good enough to love (and good overall) is their Achilles heel.” Fable continues this, he adds to this, with his words on multiple occasions. Post cutscene - post Centross death, post fight, post it all going *wrong* - Icarus is straying - Icarus was almost killed by their own father, they *watched* Fable kill their best friend - and Fable, well, he can't have that, now can he? “So he leans harder on that heel. He says they can bring back their best friend (death is a source of guilt for them because Haley.) They could take care of quixis (who has caused them several problems several times, which they continue to feel guilty about as well) and fix it. That's the heart of it all, fixing everything.” Icarus feels constantly like they keep messing up; keep fucking everything up. But with this, if they could fix everything wrong with their world (quixis), and by proxy everything that they've done wrong to the world, then that guilt wouldn’t have to be there anymore. They fixed it, what left is there to be guilty about? “Fable furthers this by asking for their help, again and again. Showing them that they *can* fix something, giving them some small confidence in their ability to help whenever it falters. He feeds this image of a loving, fulfilled life and pulls at the feelings of them and their loved ones to alter the image to how he sees it.” The cave broke that baseline idea, and now he as to work - harder, even more - to build it back up; although, clearly not all of it has crumbled away. We don't really have an idea for how his plans have changed now that hes mortal and not a god. However, we can take a guess. His manipulation is going to start to become a lot more forthcoming; he's seen the power held within Icarus, and he's not going to let that slip away through his fingers – not like he has everything else.

He plays into their guilt about everything - all of it. all all *all* of it. He plays into their need to be good and to be loved and to fix everything. He wants - *needs* - them there and the way to do that is to validate them and their feelings; give them the attention and give them the love. (“I love you, Icarus. I would never sacrifice you. Not for anything.”) He tells them this can all be fixed if they just let him help. And because they want that - need that; their best friend is dead for fucks sake - they believe him. Believe all those sickly sweet lies, because they need it. They need him back, they can't have another person die because of *them.* and so they play right into his hands. The denial of everything that just happened creeps back in, and they believe him because he says he can fix it; make it all better. He leaves out - intentionally so - the parts where he tried, and was fully willing, to kill them. He leaves out the part is which *he* killed centross. “He pushes away their distress and anger and fear about all of it by saying he can make it better. Because of how emotionally fragile they are, it’s easier to believe that to be true. It’s easier to believe that their dad is just that.” [Direct quote from Echo] Denial clings to the smaller ideas, the ones that fable pushes away - nearly killing them, killing *him* - and it forces away anything that contradicts them; all with the help of fable - with his guidance. He leaves out nearly killing them, leaves out killing centross, and instead plays to their needs. They need their friend back, and he'll find a way - or, he'll tell them he knows a way, or that he will - to bring Centross back; they want everything better and he'll make it that way; they want everything fixed, and he'll fix it. He plays into what they need and want and leaves out everything they don't want to acknowledge.

Fable manages to get it into Icarus’ head that they have to be the one to fix this - or that they *will* be the one to fix this. They ask “How do I fix him? How?” “I have to fix everything” and “I can fix everything.” He gets it into their head that *theyll* fix it, or at least help in the process. He plays into their need and eagerness to help, to be *helpful.* That's his entire idea and plan; to use Icarus’ flaws and needs against *them* and for his own gain.

Icarus brings up the curve ball of Alerion telling them that people can't be brought back from the dead, and fable *almost immediately* defects with a line about how quixis brought Haley back, didn't they? Which was not only not answering the question Icarus asked, but also like, quixis’ power is so very different from anything else we know of; things quixis can do - bring people back, switch places, change stuff in the way they do, etc - is not something most other people - or gods - could/can do. Yet, he knows how much power quixis must hold - if Icarus has this much, how much must the god of that realm? - how he could bring everyone back with it. But he *doesn't have that power,* it's still well within Icarus. It's also an entirely foreign concept to him, quixis’ power - alerion's as well, considering - he doesn't really know how their work; yet he acts like he does. He acts like facing them will prove alright and that he'll figure it out in the end.

He goes back to the death thing after Icarus picks up the reaver. He goes on a shpeal about wanting to beat death and how he *will* beat death and how they'll bring Centross back. He keeps insisting that; that they'll bring Centross back. He needs them to know that. Needs to to know everything will be okay and that everything can be *fixed.* he just keeps going and going about that. In there eyes, Icarus’ biggest mistake was killing haley. Her death had a massive massive impact on them, and fable absolutely knows this. “He's nailing the point to the fucking ground because he knows how much death terrifies them because of their dances with it in the past. He is fo *fucking* insistent because that's his whole driving force in getting them to believe – to trust – him.” [Quote direct from Echo] And then, the second Icarus brings up his wound and his wings, Fable gets quiet. And then, he brings up the fact he's dying. He's *dying* and he demands it to be *slow* and that this was the reaver's fault; the reaver took something from him. And now Icarus, who has the reaver - has their last piece of centross held in their hands - gives said reaver to him. They come to, separately but with Fable's herding, the idea that he needs the reaver back to fix this. The reaver could reverse it, or at the very least do *something* to help, so they sink and give it to him. They're playing into his hands, because he absolutely knew they would do that. “He's likely been watching them for a really long time while in purgatory, meaning he knows the ins and outs of who they are as a person, at least to *some* degree. He’s watched how they think and how their brain translates information and how emotions play into so many of their actions. He's memorized the facets of their reactions and responses to create a script designed to contort and abuse those very elements of Icarus for his own gain.” [Direct quote from Echo]

Fable also convinces them that no one - us as the chat included - understand how grave this entire situation is, and how they're doing exactly what they need to do to make this right. He uses them being emotional and devastated by centross to get them to believe and trust him. He tells them that no one will understand that Centross *will* come back; that hes not really gone. That the people Icarus would tell would only be focused on the fact he's dead in the first place - fable glosses over the fact that he even did *die;* because he'll come back, so it's all fine. “We don't have to acknowledge the fact that fable still fucking killed him because in the end, he won't be dead.” [Direct quote from Echo] - and he gets Icarus on the side and idea of *not telling anyone* regardless of if centross is coming back or not.

Even after the two of them leave the cave, he continues to pile it on. Fable tells them it will be joyous soon, that everything will be fixed soon and that everything will be *okay* soon; and he's still just playing into their wants and needs. He knows that what they want - knows that *exactly what they want - and so he just keeps at it. He keeps insisting and insisting that it will be, and so they believe him. They just want everything to be *okay* and why wouldn't their dad want to make it that for them?

Once they get back to the house, it's all mostly alright, but there's one final thing that sticks out to me. When Icarus mentions that they could get fable new clothes he snaps at them. He gets loud and he sound almost *angry.* and then he immensely backtracks and repeats himself much less sharp; much softer. Snapping like that would push them away, and he realizes that, so he backtracks on it. “He can't use fear like they did with Athena – it has to be built on trust and care in order to get anywhere. Fear would push Icarus, so he changes his response straight away.” [Direct quote from Echo] Icarus doesn't notice this - or if they do they don't pay attention to or care about it - since their far more focused on helping their dad heal and feel better. (And a quick honorary mention to him falling asleep in Icarus’ bed and them not saying anything about it. Centross used to do that, you know, after rough conversions, sit with them there until they fell asleep.)

He doesn’t need Icarus afraid, he needs them compliant. He needs them trusting of his every word, and he fucked it up; so he has to get that back. And he *will,* because he knows *exactly* how. He knows exactly what strings to tug and what emotions to pull to get them exactly where he wants them; exactly where he *needs* them. And he'll pull and tug those until he does.

#and so i have thoughts and feelings #and i #yeah okay theres no playing this off as normalcy but #i needed to get my thoughts out so big post #just. thinking so many thoughts and having many feelings /vvpos #anyway. uh #daniel's acting is so so *so* good and is making me feel so many things /vvpos #quixis #icarus morningstar #sherbertquake56 #fable smp #fsmp #a tag to help find my own posts

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mickules · 2 years

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Dangantober asks

So, you may or may not have seen, I've been posting Dangaronpa Ghost Photos as a daily october drawing and writing challenge

This is just a collection of asks about them, and I'll be posting a little breakdown of my thought process behind each character tomorrow

But first, the most pressing question:

I'm afraid not, it's just gonna be THH and SDR2 but I do appreciate the enthusiasm👍! I'll be honest, I kinda ran dry on the ideas front. It might be different if I'd planned it all out in advance, but since v3 isn't a direct sequel, it doesn't slot in as neatly with the prev 2 games. I'd have had to do a lot more juggling to fit it in and I hate to admit it, but I was already starting to repeat myself a little bit. There's always next year tho perhaps...

Rest of the asks below!

oho! (referencing Chiaki's photo) you certainly did see what I did there It was honestly a toss up between that, and sonic.exe which would have been HILARIOUS. (also not sure if anyone caught the ref to one of my fave youtubers)

Fair point, Well we know what happens when you break ALL of them, But if you break a few all at once I think it'd the first option. They won't come for you at the exact same time though, the haunts cascade, one after the other depending on when you broke the rule, and how fast the ghost haunts you.

I did try to make most of the rules things that'd probably get you in trouble anyway if you were caught, but there's gonna be that one unlucky fecker who accidentally throws a new pen away and gets their ass ghost stalked by Nagito, no idea of what's going on.

@cat0901h3 Originally I was going to include a bit with Makoto as the headteacher The idea was that Junko lured you into the headteacher's office to kill you THERE, essentially framing Makoto, and starting up her whole campaign of despair again. I decided to leave it more ambiguous instead like the ending of THH, and have Junko be your unreliable narrator instead

Course this au crumbles a little if you look too hard since the sdr2 lot are actually dead and not in a simulation (and I did not plan this lol) I like to think of it like a Battle Royale situation. Junko set up the killing games but it never got outside Hope's Peak, it was kept under wraps. there wasn't an actual apocalypse.

In this scenario I do see Makoto as the headteacher, he'd probably know about the hauntings, hence why there are school policies in place that match the 'rules', I figure Hiro helps out a fair bunch working out the haunting parameters, they're trying to help their friends rest in peace.

thanks so much! super glad you like! Working fast was what I was most known for in school lol, it helps if I've got a solid visual in mind, otherwise I can meander with the best of them.

AHH?? THANkS SO MUCH! I'm so pleased folk liked them! I've gotta admit when I started I was like 'ha ha this'll be a laugh' and halfway through it was very much 'WRITING IS HARD' Lord, pour one out to the fanfic authors, I cannot do what they do!

Thanks so much! it really makes my day to see folk waiting for the next one :) Hope celeste lived up to your expectations ;)

Sorry for leaving these too late to answer! I didn't want to stop and answer in between the dangantober posts in case I lost momentum But I wanted to acknowledge it, I'm pleased I sparked your interest! :)

[EDIT this ask came literally as I pushed post]

@emberz7 AH!! Thanks so so much! I'm blown away to hear that folk were actually spooked! A little creepy vibe was definitely was I was going for I think I like Chiaki's picture the most, I just really like how it came out with the screenshot vibe. In terms of story, honestly Sayaka's it was the one that inspired me to start the whole thing, and at the beginning it was the only one I had! I think it's also the most robust in terms of flow, it feels like an actual ghost story someone might tell.

Also, I see you, you absolute GEMS who reblogged each one?? and left tags??? you don't know how much that means to me

not gonna lie that's a big reason why I didn't run out of steam sooner <3

#danganronpa ghost au #dangantober #ask #dr1 spoilers #sdr2 spoilers #drv3 spoilers #anon #gallifreyanfairy2000 #emberz7 #cat0901h3 #dangan-answer-ranpan #mickules #long post #also korekiyo was legit exorcised what do I DO with that??#Kokichi was PASTE I was already reaching HARD for mondo #all my brain would supply was: put him in a jar.#head empty no thoughts #alt text for asks in image description

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Been playing Mass Effect lately and have to say it's so interesting how paragon Shepard is the definition of a "good cop". You're upholding a racially hierarchical regime where some aliens are explicitly stated to be seen as lesser and incapable of self governance despite being literal spacefarers with their own personal governments, and the actual emphasized incompetence of those supposedly "capable of governing", the council allows for all sorts of excesses and brutality among it's guard seemingly, and chooses on whims whether or not to aid certain species in their struggles based on favoritism, there is, from the councils perspective, *literal* slave labor used on the citadel that they're indifferent to because again, lesser species (they don't know that the keepers are designed to upkeep the citadel they just see them as an alien race to take advantage of at 0 cost), there is seemingly overt misogyny present among most races that is in no way tackled or challenged, limitations on free speech, genocide apologia from the highest ranks and engrained into educational databases, and throughout all of this, Shepard can't offer any institutional critique, despite being the good guy hero jesus person, because she's incapable of analyzing the system she exists in and actively serves and furthers. sure she criticizes individual actions of the council and can be rude to them, but ultimately she remains beholden to them, and carries out their missions, choosing to resolve them as a good cop or bad cop, which again maybe individually means saving a life or committing police brutality, but she still ultimately reinforces a system built upon extremely blatant oppression and never seriously questions this, not even when she leaves and joins Cerberus briefly.

And then there's the crew, barring Liara (who incidentally is the crewmate least linked to the military, and who,, is less excluded from this list in ME2,, but i wanna focus on 1) Mass Effect 1 feels like Bad Apple fixer simulator, you start with

Garrus: genocide apologist (thinks the genophage was justified) who LOVES extrajudicial murder

Ashley: groomed into being a would-be klan member

Tali: zionist who hated AI before it was cool (in a genocidal way)

Wrex: war culture mercenary super chill on war crimes

Kaidan: shown as the other "good cop" and generally the most reasonable person barring Liara, but also he did just murder someone in boot camp in a fit of rage

Through your actions, you can fix them! You can make the bad apples good apples (kinda) but like,,,,

2 of course moves away from this theme a bit while still never properly tackling corrupt institutions in a way that undoes the actions of the first game, but its focus is elsewhere and the crew is more diverse in its outlook

Ultimately i just find it interesting how Mass Effect is a game showcasing how a good apple or whatever is capable of making individual changes for the better but is ultimately still a tool of an oppressive system and can't do anything to fundamentally change that, even if they're the most important good apple in said system.

Worth noting maybe this'll change in Mass Effect 3, which i have yet to play as im in the process of finishing 2 currently (im a dragon age girl) but idk i like how it's handled at first i was iffy on it but no it's actually pretty cool.

Also sorry if this is super retreaded ground im new to mass effect discourse this is just my takeaways from it lol

#mass effect #politics in videogames #bioware #police #maybe stating the obvious

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keldae · 1 year

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“They’re good for each-other.”

No matter how hard Thexan tried to dodge the rumour mill on campus, he still heard more than he wanted (mostly courtesy of Arcann, who seemed to have an ear to the ground at all times. The struggles of having a twin in the arts programs.). Still, some of it was interesting to listen to and quietly judge.

And some of it, he had a front row seat to – especially where his and Arcann's neighbours were concerned. Theron and Jonas seemed to have known each other since high school, and somehow hadn't killed each other yet. Although with how many girls Jonas kept bringing back to their room, kicking Theron out in the process, Thexan suspected there was going to be a murder before the Christmas break.

"No way," Arcann refuted Thexan's theory with a little smirk. "It gives Theron an excuse to go hang out in Xaja's room."

And that was the other bit of drama that Thexan could watch every day. How could Xaja not realize that Theron, obvious idiot that he was, had eyes for the petite redhead from the sociology program?

"For that matter," Thexan pointed out as he looked up from his textbook on Middle Eastern diplomacy, "how does that nerd not realize Xaja's got a crush on him? It's so obvious!"

"You are in no place to call anyone a nerd, Mister Political Science Major," Arcann retorted, not looking up from his own book on Michaelangelo. "But I agree. They're idiots."

"They're good for each other," Thexan said, after flipping his brother off. "And I think they know it. Subconsciously, anyway."

Arcann glanced up. "What, are you double-majoring in psychology now?"

Thexan rolled his eyes, then looked up with a little frown at a muffled, frustrated-sounding exclamation from the dormitory hallway. "Ahh, sounds like Theron's getting kicked out again."

"Really?" Arcann set his book down, then got up and moved over to the door.

"Arcann! You're not twelve, dammit!" Thexan hissed as his twin started to crack the door open.

"Shh!" Arcann hissed, peeking out of the door. "Yep, that's Theron," he whispered back to Thexan. "And… yep, there he goes, knocking on Xaja's door."

"Is this part of Jonas' evil plan to wingman for Theron?" Thexan asked, curious despite himself. "Make him spend time with a pretty girl he caught feelings for?"

Arcann snorted. "Okay, door's opening – and yep, Xaja's home. And… there we go, they're talking, Xaja's laughing, and–" He suddenly jerked back, eyes wide. "... Oops."

"Did they catch you?" Thexan asked with a grin.

".... Maybe."

A muffled "Fuck you too, Arcann!" came through the door, in Theron's definitely-annoyed voice.

Arcann poked his head back out the door. "Buy me a drink first!" he called back. Through the wall, Thexan swore he heard a muffled laugh from Torian in the next room over.

Theron muttered something unintelligible, but probably rude, at Arcann, then there was the sound of a door clicking. Arcann stepped back into his own room, grinning. "Well, they're still together, and I'm pretty sure Kira is off at the gym, so…"

"You'd make a terrible spy," Thexan pointed out. "And you do make an awful wingman. 'Buy me a drink first'?"

Arcann paused. "... I probably should have said something about how Xaja probably would have objected," he slowly said. "... But then she probably would have murdered me, while blushing like an emergency light. The short ones like her are always the scary ones."

"Chicken," Thexan said with a grin.

"Asshole," Arcann muttered. "Maybe this'll be the day Theron finally asks her out?"

Thexan snorted. "And maybe Jonas will decide to become a monk. Maybe you should switch to journalism and put all your theories in the school paper."

"Nah, Lana's already doing that." Arcann grinned and sat back down, pulling his textbook into his lap again. "Your politics classes not giving you any ideas for how to wingman two idiots?"

"If they did, I would have used them already." Thexan tilted his head in thought. "But maybe I'll read ahead in the syllabus and see if anything can be applied to this…"

"Yeah, you're a bigger nerd than the computer geek we're trying to set up."

"... Bitch."

"Jerk."

#kel answers prompts a million years later #swtor #college!AU #Thexan #Arcann #modern!AU #Theron/Xaja (referenced)#referenced mutually pining idiots #the peanut gallery #Thexan and Arcann have commentary on this whole thing #sibling bickering #dormitory drama #yes their entire dorm is in on this

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Hiiii Me again <3 Could we have crumbs of Grandefel maybe 🥺👉👈 would love to know more about herrrrr. Angle of all time. Id like to know anything tbh but just as a prompt to get you started, how did you come up with her design ?? Its super interesting and I really love the colorssz

Hiiiii<3 (twirls my halo) she is so THE. My poor.. Intended protagonist girlboss..

Oh boy her design? Let's say she really grew into it. Like the earliest art of her I have is sso ugly I'm sorry Grande but I did not have a handle on that thang. She had such Pug vibes. I think this'll be an interesting post?

This is the beginning of it all. Unfortunately I don't have a super insightful answer to how I came up wi her, bc the Og* angels were literally me going HeeHoo with a pencil. (*Certain specific angels I designed in relative succession to each other before I had a handle on how I want to design angels. The so called Ogs are Lamera, ZZZ, J'aimekiel, Grandefel, Kxxxtr, Ngah and Combfa. Everyone after this was designed a notable amount of time later and with much more "process" to them)

I have some thoughts but it's fuzzy and vague? Okay. So I thought I should definitely do one lion (esque?) at least bc *points at old religious art of angels* and they just have those Vibes to me, ykno? I associate angels with certain things that I try to employ in the story's characters (to an extent). Grandefels vibes were.. Guardian, maybe a tad like a sphynx, just ykno, a huge feline statue like entity who guards something and is like a scary immovable force ig? I wanted some ethereal aspects to it, and lots of teeth (hers aren't visible here but the whole underside of her body opens up to a huge ass mouth with teeth everywhere). Now, initially I was gonna have her hair be lilac but turn bright blue in some situations but I WAAAY preferred the blue on her. She's supposed to have Blue flames mixed with galaxy vibes. Like if blue flames were a puddle and that puddle was a lion's mane. And it was all. Cool and semi-physical

Onto how her design adjusted overtime.

I think most firstly I stopped drawing the grooves on her body that would open up to reveal the Teeth, I mean I do still allude to them vaguely but I figured the way I was doing it at first looked kinda.. Eugh? Another thing I quickly started changing was her hair texture. Originally I wanted it to be completely straight and smooth and flowing but it looked way more interesting and more galaxy esque with it being bubbly and cloudy. I guess my initial thought was that I wanted it to look like it was flowing out of her head? Like some water?

^water vibes

Getting there

Galaxy vibes^

(This anthro drawing also demonstrates the way I nowadays moreso "allude" to her hidden mouth but the anthro version here isn't too close to Canon otherwise since I gave her face an actual normal mouth too lol)

Oh yes, and the crown is another major change!

I think my first notable adjustment was made here (note also the flowy hair). If gotten an amino commission (No money, just amino coins lol) of her and really liked the way the artist drew her crown so I took after that and started slowly changing it. It took me a while to be satisfied with, though. In the very beta version, it was supposed to be like a ring/circle. If you look at the older drawings up there, you can see that one horn is meant to be drawn on the "front" and the other behind. It's like if you looked at her from straight up, you'd see the three dimensionality of it, being more like an actual halo instead of one solid headgarment. I do still really like this idea, however I just think it looks better as it is now. I also had a fair bit of finagling with the side horns, frankly I always found them ugly so I'm finally happy with how they look (just realising I haven't drawn her in a bit, so, the anthro pic is the most accurate to her current design if we ignore the uh.. Anthro-ness lol)

One more thing! You don't see her halo too often in these, but it's intended to be drawn tilted. It's not straight (just like her), and tilts a bit down on one side. In universe this is kinda viewed as an imperfection and she used to be ashamed of it. The irl explanation for it was that it couldn't fit straight between the horns, with the way I'd formed the crown, and so I kept it that her halo just is that way! It fits oddly between her crown and I think that's neat!

Apparently on that last picture I decided to draw the halo straight, though? Cringe... :/

Now if you'll excuse me this post made me want to make more art of her

#Ask #Grandefel #Character design #character development #Angel oc #Design breakdown #(sorta?)#I too love her colors! She's so funky to draw!

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komamoka · 1 year

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k o m a m u s i c g u s h | d a y o n e

hi it's koma!

this'll be my first post ever so i wanted to start with something im super passionate abt, that being music! more specifically, playing, listening to and analyzing music, both theory wise and how it makes me feel! so here's day one of this stuff where ill be talking about mainly vocals! (i do all kinds of music, literally any genre so feel free to send me songs to listen to!)

SHISHAMO is a band ive been listening to alot at the office and there's something incredibly soothing about the lead singers vocals that helps me get through the day. This last song in the shishamo 7 album really nails that in for me. Yume de Aete mo (夢で逢えても | Even If You Meet in a Dream) is a great showcase of miyazaki asako-san's vocal abilities. In the verses, she's in incredible control of her voice, being in total control of pitch despite the ever shifting dynamics. She's able to shift the timbre of her voice as well, singing with a more cutesy, staccato type of singing, to a much more fleshed out legato. Being able to switch it up allows for a greater range of calmer and more expressive sections that contrast with each other to make the song that much more interesting.

oho but then comes the chorus...

The chorus in this song always give me chills, sometimes makes me tear up if im in the right mood... There's something about the way her voice quivers while she sings that makes it resonate with me. It feels to me like the quiver in your voice when you try and speak about something emotional. Fighting back against tears, heartache, anxieties, everything keeping you back from spilling out your heart and voice. I know myself to quiver in my voice while i sing as well out of nerves, but miyazaki makes it intentional and that's able to convey more than nervousness. AND THEN SHE'S STILL ABLE TO SING THIS STUFF WITH DYNAMIC RANGE! she quiets down for the last chorus before repeating again with so much passion and power it makes my chest feel tight with emotion.

thats all i have to say, but there's definitely so much more to this song beyond vocals. the guitar riff is so relaxed and chill and im in the process of learning it for myself! i can't even speak to the meaning of the lyrics but such is the universality of music where emotions can well up regardless of lyrical understanding! but im sure lyrics make it all the more better and i wish i could understand it fully myself.

thanks for reading~

#shishamo #indie #indie rock #j indie #music review #music gush #new user #shishamo 7 #yume de aete mo #夢で逢えても #vocals #music #new music #j rock #Spotify

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mythgirlimagines · 1 year

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Wow ._. I was really out of it, huh. Wintertime and tests do not go well... Solar "Gleamings" are, in fact, Solar Glarings (it's fine tho lol). I need to update my pages before I malfunction for the year. Aaaanyway, this'll be a bit of a rant, regarding your choices!

I gotta admit, Ishikawa and Nakamura being Dreamings together jumpscared me because that is a horrible idea and I love it. The thing about the text being all satanic is that Dreamings are a kinda secret 13th element.

While everyone else inhabits something physical, Dreamings inhabit... well, the spiritual dreamworld! Dreaming here is the involuntary process (usually :)) of stepping into their world for a bit. But, what's their equivalent to "dreaming"? Poltergeist activity! Much like when we dream, they'll start out not knowing what's happening or what they're doing... but unlike us, they have "Lucid" in their name for a reason, and they'll inevitably get the hang of it sooner or later. It's not like there's anything better to do. It's pretty isolating where the element is.

But poltergeist activity is just too uncommon (major activity only occurring from mostly younglings and them being the only element against 12) for it to be anything but a source of some speculation, and also the world's kinda going crazy. So while the Dreamings are aware of them (they get visitors all the time), they aren't aware of the Dreamings...

For better or for worse, when fucking Nakamura's a Dreaming. Yeah, he's definitely on the nightmare side of things; basically, a bunch of Dreamings were banished cuz plot and sent to the nightmare side of town, where it's kinda just the most grotesque horror everywhere and acts as a sort of underground. They set up base and the rest is history. Nakamura I can see being either the Extremely Sycophantic Servant™ character or the Problematic Celebrity™ character

Ishikawa's most definitely the Only Adventurous One That Isn't 8 Years Old™ character that wants to explore past the unbearably isolating spiritual world and actually interact with others outside her own element. Like Miyuki. Which doesn't bode too well cuz uhhh 1. the Arctic Freezings are like under a dictator or something rn sorry lol and 2. she Will be killed if fellow Dreamings find out (cough cough Nakamura), for putting her tribe in danger. The world is tense, everyone's hostile, and they do Not need to start introducing themselves now of all times.

And, that should be good enough for now! Of course Yoshida's a Scorching... revolutions and violence and riots and overall implosion of the kingdom is rife. Unlucky gal.

I figured it'd be interesting to put Camila and Nakamura in the same category with that XD

This seems very interesting all-around!!

#answered ask #camila ishikawa #ikuo nakamura #miyuki ueda #etsuko yoshida #dvhs #swearing

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lesbiancarat · 2 years

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Season ticket holder anon here ~ definitely don't mind sharing! There weren't any fees except the $5 processing fee even though the presale was technically through ticketmaster. This could totally be because it's held through the Seattle Kraken specifically though - my tickets show up in the same area my hockey tickets show up in which is technically separate from my regular Ticketmaster account. They (and this is the way their Hockey ticketing works as well) don't actually show me the price before taxes and fees, I only ever see the final total. But my receipt shows the $5 processing fee as a separate charge so I'd assume if Ticketmaster had any additional fees it wouldn't be in my total price, unless it was all secretly bundled in.

I went back and checked my receipt for Stray Kids and they would have fallen in the PL3 level based on runningtospringday's (sorry if I got your name wrong!) estimates just without the $60 fees. I grabbed the same seats basically for both concerts so I'd assume they're probably PL3 also for Seventeen - but again, we really only get two pricing options for seats with these presales so I have no way to know.

Also - SO EXCITED this'll be my first Seventeen concert so I'm losing it a little. Good luck to everyone buying tickets!

okay, thanks for the clarification! it will be interesting to see tomorrow how the different venues fare in terms of fees since it seems to be varied. although we'll also have to see if there's a difference in what you had to pay vs non-season ticket holders at the same venue, like you said

in some ways it doesn't surprise me that the fees might vary between venues, but i think i was just so shocked by a $60 fee bc it just seems like such a large fee compared to the ticket price. idk if that's normal in LA, but as a midwest girl who doesn't go to concerts often i've never seen anything like that before DJKHF

either way, i'm hoping for everyone (including and especially LA carats) to have low fees come tomorrow and that everyone can get tickets over the next couple days 🥺

but yay congratulations to you for getting tickets to your first seventeen concert!! i'm sure you'll have a blast ^^

#melia.ask #anon

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sapphicneige · 1 year

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Since I'm taking a break from writing a very heavy one-shot fic for a little bit, I thought I'd just randomly throw out a writing update thing out there because it's been a while and I enjoy just collecting my thoughts in a post like this.

If you don't care about my writing, then feel free to ignore, but if you do, then please do read on!`

So... when it comes to my current WIPs, the one that hasn't been updated in the longest is You're my safe and sound. Currently, I think this is probably the least likely to get an update immediately. I'm actually about 2000 words into chapter 3, but it's mostly been the new volume that's halted progress on this fic. I've found it hard to go back to imagining what the characters were like back in V1 while I've been so fixated on what they're going through in V9. It's definitely not abandoned though, and I 100% will go back to this fic, so don't worry too much.

Next up we have silver linings. Funnily enough, I'm also about 2000 words into the next chapter of this fic, however, I actually expect this to get an update fairly soon. I already know what will be happening in this chapter and where things will be going, so it's just the process of actually writing these words down. This'll either be the next WIP to get an update, or the second one. It just depends on where my motivation falls and stuff.

The next one is A Mark We Won't Forget, which is actually exactly 4000 words into chapter 2. Unfortunately, that's only like halfway done for the chapter, and I don't see myself doing too much more for this fic immediately. The main reason for this is actually because the latter half of this fic is definitely going to be very NSFW and considering that I wrote The Storm is Going to Break When We Start very recently and end of a life is also in the middle of a very emotional NSFW scene, I've decided to put this fic to the side for a short while, and pick it up when I'm not writing so much NSFW scenes so that I can focus on getting the scenes I am writing as best as I can.

Penultimately, we have I don't ever think I can ever learn how to love you right which is in an interesting state because while I am very motivated to work on it, my brain is very hyperfixated on RWBY currently. Despite that, I'm about 2500 words into the next chapter and I think it's the other WIP that I think will be updated either next, or second. I think it's mostly due to the contents of the chapter, but I am really enjoying everything that's happening and it gives me a break from stuff like the angst of silver linings and the intense emotions of end of a life.

Speaking of end of a life, as of now, I haven't started work on chapter 13, but it is very high on my priority list due to the fact that I actually know everything that needs to happen for the fic to be finished. I have updated the total chapter count on ao3 now so that currently it says 12/15 because of what I think will play out, but that is subject to change. Despite the fact that it probably won't get an update before silver linings or I don't ever think I can ever learn how to love you right, it'd actually be my pick for the fic that'll get an update after those two do.

Anyway, with all that being said, while I don't know if anyone will ever read all this, if you do, thank you so much for your support on my fics. Writing is the thing that brings me the most joy in this world and you have no idea how much any support you give means to me. Each comment makes me smile, each kudos makes me appreciate you so much, each reblog on tumblr just makes me so happy. But, even if you don't do any of those, just reading the things I throw out there into the world, it means everything to me.

Thank you.

#erin rambles #writing updates

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loorain · 1 year

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Sims 4 Fontenot Legacy - Sabrina's Date Aftermath and Making Peace

Sabrina returns from their date in the late afternoon, and a familiar face pops by the house.

Sabrina: Alton! Didn't expect to see you.

Alton: Well I was in the neighborhood, figured I'd stop by. You busy?

Sabrina: Not at all. Come in!

The two settle in and catch up. Sabrina tells her fwb all about their vacation, Robin's proposal, and their date with Marquise.

Alton: Sounds like things have been pretty busy around here. Good to hear you've been taking care of yourself after Beau though. Sounds like the date with Marquise went well?

Sabrina: Yeah, it was fun. Don't know if it'll amount to anything, but we had a good time. He's cool, just don't know how much I'm actually interested in having a relationship with him. Only time will tell, I guess.

Sabrina's eyes darken ever so slightly.

Sabrina: That means our arrangement is still good. If you're interested that is.

Alton: Good to know I'm not being tossed to the side. I was worried Marquise put the moves on too well.

Sabrina laughs.

Sabrina: Jealous, are we? Well, why don't you remind me why we had this arrangement in the first place?

Sabrina closes the gap between the two of them, having had enough of simply talking.

Sabrina: Maybe we should take this upstairs.

Sabrina leads Alton upstairs to their room, and the two enjoy some alone time together.

The following day, Sigrid has been hard at work processing her pregnancy. She has a string of successful therapy sessions and classes that help her feel more at ease about everything. By the end of it, Sigrid feels fully ready to make peace with the surprise pregnancy and prepare herself for motherhood. With Robin by her side, she knows it'll be great.

Sigrid finds Robin inside and excitedly tells him about her day.

Robin: Sounds like everything went well!

Sigrid: Yeah, I actually learned a lot! It was a definite eye-opener. Having a baby is no joke, but I think I can handle it.

Robin: We can, together.

Sigrid: Right. That leads me to...

Sigrid: I know I kinda freaked out about all of this. I just had this idea of my life on this timeline, and suddenly having to make adjustments scared me. But I've always wanted a family. And I want a family with you. So this... I can do it. We'll have this baby, and it'll be okay.

Robin: I meant every word I said, too.

Sigrid: Yeah, I know that.

Sigrid sighs.

Sigrid: Guess I'll have to update my wardrobe soon. These skinny jeans are already feeling too tight, I can barely breathe.

Robin chuckles.

Robin: No matter what you're wearing, you'll look beautiful.

He embraces his fiancée.

Robin: This'll be great. A new adventure for us!

Sigrid: that's for sure.

#sims 4 #ts4 #ts4 simblr #simblr #sims 4 legacy #sims 4 legacy challenge #sims 4 modded #sims 4 fontenot legacy

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khruseosold · 5 years

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Repost and bold your muse’s preference.

Muse: Fergus Claudel Fraser.

· Roses / cherry blossoms / orchids / tulips · Winter / summer / autumn / spring · Thunderstorms / sunshine / snow · Indoors / outdoors · Meat / fruit / sweets · Extravagance / traditionalism / minimalism · God-fearing / non-god-fearing · Cats / dogs / horses / birds · Sunrise / sunset · Day time / night time · Fire / earth / water / wind · Reading / writing · Rising early / sleeping late · Wine / ale / neither · Fur / silk / satin / lace · Rubies / pearls / sapphires · Horse back / walking / carriages · Love / power · Having company / being alone · Lakes / rivers / oceans · Knife / sword / bow / poison · Gold / silver

Tagged by: @empireburned (Ily, thank you <3) Tagging: I’m joining Jen on the @immobiliter train (although I’m gonna cheat and say Pepper, because y’know, there’s totally not random valuable information in here), @loialte (give meeeee, Jamie or Mary), @marblecarved (Shireeeeeen, my heart), @dewintr (again, this is obviously and totally not for any specific reason), @lcdgerbled, @diguerra (Lady Nim!), @hakune (I so want this for Chandler and/or Simon, or even better; both <3), @wineinthewidow,

#[ tagged in. ] this is probably a bad idea. like a record breakingly bad idea. like a go down in history bad idea.#[ fergus fraser / meta. ] it makes life easier to bear to pretend that it will not always be as it is.#[ sometimes i wish i could easily comment on each choice-- explain where it's interesting to do so. ]#[ flowers play into my entire thought process regarding his upbringing pre-jamie/claire/jenny. ]#[ having grown up those almost first ten years in a primarily female-present environment. ]#[ where all was both pretense and the exact opposite if you simply knew how to look. ]#[ aka-- not the 'patrons'. that's for sure. ]#[ but he? definitely. different outlook from most men out there. ]#[ also-- if anyone thinks 'summer' would be much of a choice for anyone in the vicinity of paris. ]#[ historically or modern. i'd like to deny you of chocolate. ]#[ beyond that-- i'd like to note that fergus /is/ (or logically would be) quite religious. except not incredibly traditionally so... ]#[ at every turn. again. his upbringing. but this'll be a post/meta for some day in the future. ]#[ and as much as ale is much more something he drinks over anything else-- ]#[ you'll know the look on his face if he's ever in surroundings where there's actual proper good wine. ]#[ i wish i could say ale or anything would replace that over time. ]#[ but there's a difference between drinking alcohol. and /enjoying what you're drinking/ beyond getting inebriated. ]#[ fergus fraser. ] if you were forced to marry milady. then i am forced to breathe. my heart. it is forced to beat.

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polyghostfacehours · 3 years

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Pining/crushing headcanons for billy & stu (or even poly!ghostbois) thank u so much! 💚

Yes! God, I have a lot of thoughts about how these two pine and crush. This got fairly long for both because I kinda just went ham with this lmao. Enjoy!

TW: Very Mild NSFW. Mentions of Disturbing Mental Behaviours. Blood Mention. Homicide mentions.

Billy and Stu Crushing/Pining Headcanons:

Billy Loomis:

Billy pining/crushing is a slow process

And this partly because I hc him as demisexual and demiromantic.

Billy has a hard time forming meaningful connections. It just doesn't come as easily for him as the average person. And that extends to his romantic life.

When Billy meets someone, there isn't an immediate attraction like there is for many non-demi people. A lot of the sex he had in the past was for physical stimulation, ego, or control, rather than a genuine attraction to that person.

He gains feelings, both romantic and sexual in nature, the more he gets to know a person that he vibes with.

So more than likely, this is a person he has either eavsdropped on and liked what he heard, a bold person who approached him first, or, the most likely scenario: a friend of Stu's that he gets introduced to.

It usually takes a few months. But once Billy catches feelings, it's over.

That person becomes all he can think about. It becomes pretty obsessive in the early stages. Like, if he sees someone else touching his crush, he will absolutely seethe and get angry not only at the offender but his crush too. Not very healthy of you Billy boy :(

He'll find himself intensely staring at the person, in that intense way of his, and he starts noticing little habits and details about them.

He gets this intense desire to know everything about them. Partly for his feelings, and partly because it makes him feel more in control of his feelings. After all, if he knows them in and out, they can't surprise him and hurt him.

Billy decides relatively quickly once he catches feelings if they're just a crush/feelings or if it's love. But boy will he deny the love one for as long as possible.

Billy isn't shy, and he's confident in himself. He doesn't feel embarrassed easily (unless it's regarding weakness/crying), so once he decides he likes a person, he will very boldly insert himself in that person's life.

Approach them after class, on campus, at the video store, at the mall etc etc.

He's much more comfortable approaching girls, due to society's standards and the time period. But make no mistake that Billy is just as into guys, and will eventually stop holding back.

He plays it cool and aloof as per usual. His personal bad-boy mask stays on for as long as he feels is necessary.

Most of his crushes have never seen that darker part of him. That's reserved for someone he genuinely loves.

And the way he knows he genuinely loves them? When he slips up. Billy is in control, but he's not infallible, and he makes human mistakes like saying something weird occasionally.

And if his crush reacts well? Billy wouldn't show it externally outside of a pleased smile or smirk, but internally he's on Cloud 9.

Definitely jacks it to the thought of his crush lol.

He's not touchy with his crush, BUT he will make physical contact with them in private.

I'm talking like, if you guys are laying on his bed talking, he'd brush his hand or leg against yours briefly. Or if you're in his kitchen making popcorn, he'll put his hands on your shoulders or waist to move you to the side when he goes to open the fridge.

His loves consumes his thoughts. Like a lot. It's very frustrating to Billy.

But his crushes less so, bc honestly Billy has trouble taking his own crushes very seriously.

Okay, so this is just a super personal and maybe ooc hc, but I like to imagine that Billy imagines his love interest (not crush, I'm talking love love) with him in the room when he feels really bad or sad. Like, he imagines their presence and it grounds him. This'll sound sad, but kinda like an imaginary friend.

The dangerous thing about this is that, if he does hang with that person regularly, he sometimes has trouble differentiating when that person really was there and when he was just pretending they were. So he might mention something to them that they have no idea about bc they weren't there and that really fucks with him.

Stu Macher:

Hah, oh boy. If Stu has a crush he is not at all shy about letting it be known.

Unlike Billy, Stu's confidence isn't a mask. He genuinely has no issues approaching someone he's interested in.

Also unlike Billy, attraction for Stu happens at first sight. Does he like what he sees? Yes? Then he'll go for it if he's single.

Very touchy feely. Like, has no qualms about putting his hands on his crush in public. Hands on the waist, slinging an arm over their shoulders, picking them up, pulling them on his lap. Girl, boy, it doesn't matter. Stu is so confident in himself people can't help but not judge him. And if they do, Stu just doesn't care bc he knows people will still like him cause he's rich and throws banger parties. Sad, but true.

His crush might think he's just touchy like that with everyone, but honestly, Stu doesn't go around grabbing his friends that much and in many of the ways he grabs his crush lol. That's why it's so easy to tell when he's down bad.

When he crushes on someone, he lights up when he sees them. I'm talking internally. Stu actually has very little regard for most people, and much of his excitement around them is performance art. But around his crush? That shit gets to him inside.

Stu in love and Stu crushing is honestly not that different in behavior. He's very open with his crushes/loves (well about most things, not the murder things), and stays a pretty excitable and confident party guy.

The difference is in how okay he is being not excitable. Being more calm, or cold, or just sharing his more....disturbed thoughts in general.

Don't get me wrong, Stu is genuinely just a happy-go-lucky guy. It's not like fake or anything. It's just...if he loves you and he knows you're okay with him in all ways, then yeah he lets himself be sad or mad around you.

God, in the "honeymoon" phase of his crush, you could do literally no wrong. Everything his crush does has him over the moon.

He doesn't have his crush consume his every waking thought like Billy does with someone he loves, but he does think about them a lot and has no qualms calling them up.

Jacks off to the thought of them too. And I'm talking like, a lot. Almost every night.

Stu does have a problem with imagining his crush too perfectly? Like, he'll imagine them one way, and then they'll be another. And it gets him angry sometimes and he doesn't know why? Like he gets over it relatively quickly, but this happens.

Stu loves gore. A lot. And he can't help but wonder what his crush would look like dead, or at least very bloody. If he loves them, he doesn't actually want them dead...but if it's just a crush? Does he still want to rip them apart? Hm. Jury's still out on that one.

He will make his crush laugh at every opportunity. Like, he will legit take notes of what types of jokes hit with them and bust them out as much as possible around them.

If he sees someone else touching his crush, he gets beyond annoyed. Like, he will absolutely rip that person a new one via bullying. And if it happens at one of his parties? He will publicly humiliate them.

Has no qualms about it and never feels bad about it. Empathy is not this man's strong suit.

God he's the kind of guy who will offer his sweater or jackets to his crush to wear them at school. Like if he goes to his crushes house he will purposefully leave his clothes there and just tell them to return it to him later or use it once it starts getting cold ;)

The amount of money this man has spent replacing sweaters and jackets he gave to crushes is embarrassing lmao.

Stu honestly tries to get physical with his crushes early on. Bc he has feelings, it's usually not a pump and dump scenario like his flings, but he will want to fool around and do fwb stuff pretty early into the friendship.

Stu will try and buy his crush. Like, not kidding. He actually gets a bit offended if they don't want him to. Toxic rich boy is toxic.

But if it's not just a crush, but love? Holy shit is this man loyal. When Stu falls then, much like Billy, he falls hard. it's intense man. He becomes extremely loyal to that person, would do literally anything for them, no matter how fucked up it is.

#billy loomis #stu macher #billy loomis x reader #stu macher x reader #poly ghostface #ghostface #ghostface x reader #slasher imagines #slasher x reader #slashers x reader #poly ghostface x reader #poly!ghostface #poly!ghostface x reader #scream 1996 #slasher headcanons

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xtodorcki · 3 years

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This is my 2nd time I'm sending a request I'm sorry this'll be my last ansjsj

Can you do a Hanji x reader where the reader and Hanji are best friends in the scouts and the reader has feelings for Hanji so they tend to act a little flirty? But the reader is actually Levi's sister and Levi finds it so obvious how much the reader loves Hanji so he just teases for her it? Hanji then overhears the reader talking about her feelings and boom! Confession! ^^

“Confessions,” Hange x Reader

Girrrrl send as many requests as you like, I don’t mind at allllllllll. Hanji Hanji, I love her and I know I spell it how it is in the dub its a habit. my apologiesssssss.

Summary: Levi’s younger sister has a crush on Hange and he finds it real obvious, teasing you until you end up confessing.

Warnings: none

Growing up wasnt easy. You and Levi were left to starve and then trained to be full on machines, learning how to fight and defend before you were even ten years old.

Levi had tried his best to protect you, he still does to this day as the both of you worked in the scout regiment and were each made Captains.

The more time went on and days were spent all together in the room, drinking and eating. You found yourself having a big crush on Hange, you liked her confidence and the way she’s driven to the Titans and wanting to learn about them. It was crazy but you liked it.

You would even admit that you were in love with her. You would spend your days off with her, learning about her discoveries, her theories and even spent time with her when she had caught two Titans and did research on them up close.

The way she was in love with her work, the way she dedicated herself to the two Titans and was absolutely fascinated with them, even if it almost killed her on numerous occasions- it just all made you fall in love with her more.

You were in deep.

It wasn’t long till Levi had caught on, he knew you better than anyone and the way you stared at her from across the room or the way you listened to every word she said as she rambled on about pointless stuff that you knew nothing about.

He knew you had a big crush on her and he teased you about it for months on end. He made sure to be the annoying big brother that bullies his sister with jokes about how you’re soft for her, how you practically drool over her when she speaks to you.

“Just shut up, Levi.” You groaned, sitting inside his office as he laughed, shooting more playful jokes your way.

It had made you grow frustrated with your brother, he was a pain in the ass to deal with and now that he knew that you liked your fellow comrade, he couldn’t help but bug you about it.

It was entertaining to him, this was the only time he got a good laugh during the awful times of working and risking your lives to protect others.

“C’mon, it’s funny.” He rolled his eyes at your attitude but laughed about it shortly afterwards.

“It’s only funny to you, dumb ass. Why don’t you stop being a lonely old man and go find someone.” You said sarcastically, making his eyebrows furrow and shoot you a dirty look.

“I don��t need anyone. All I need is myself and you, remember that.” He simply said but you knew why he was never interested in finding someone for himself.

Levi holds up this giant wall that is three times bigger than him. He acts cold, he acts like he isn’t phased by anything but deep down, everything hits him like bricks. He convinced himself that being alone was a better option as a Scout instead of setting himself up for heartbreak and risk loving someone just to lose them to Titans.

He convinced himself that nothing was more important than family. Than you, as his little sister. He didn’t need anything else but you, losing you would be losing himself entirely.

“I’m grown, I can watch myself.” You scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest and he shrugged his shoulders.

“Eh, you still remind me of the five year who cried all the time.. You still cry all the time.” He joked, making you roll your eyes.

“So, are you going to tell Hange or should I?” Levi spoke up again, bringing the topic right back on the table and you groaned dramatically.

You didn’t want to talk about it any longer, the fact that a simple crush was being held over your head was annoying enough especially it being done by Levi. You wanted to punch him in the face and you were tempted to do it at this very moment.

You knew you couldn’t bring yourself to tell Hange your feelings, in the back of your head you were convinced she didn’t go in that direction, that she didn’t like women but some times it was questionable but the paranoia had lingered over you which prevented you from even thinking about telling her.

While you argued with your brother, Hange had walked down the hallway to actually look for you to help her with some theories she had in mind. She wanted to run them by you because you were the only person that showed interest and actually gave her good advice.

As she walked by Levi’s office, she overheard your voice and stopped in her tracks when her name was brought up in the conversation.

“Are you going to tell Hange or should I?”

She raised her eyebrow, tell her what? She was confused as she stood by the door, her ear up to the crack to listen to more. She hated to be nosey but she couldn’t help it when she was brought up.

“How am I supposed to tell her? It’s not as easy as you make it sound, Levi. This could either ruin our friendship or not.” You hated this, you hated the topic and you wanted to move on.

But Levi being the annoying asshole he was, he edged on and on just to watch the pure irritation on your face just for his amusement.

“C’mon, it’s not that hard. Just open your mouth up and speak.” He smirked, resting his arms on the desk as he leaned forward.

“You’re just a scary chicken.” He teased, making Hange almost giggle under her breath at the childish nickname he gave you.

But the more she stood there, the more she was intrigued with the conversation and wanting to listen to more. She had glanced down each side of the hallway to make sure no one was near or walking down to blow her cover as she continued the sneaky act.

“God, you’re so irritating. It’s not that easy for me to walk up to her and say I’m in love with you. Keep teasing me about it and I’ll kick your short ass.” You threatened him, making his laugh only grow louder.

Her eyes widen at the confession you let out. You were in love with her? She couldn’t process it or think clearly but it had definitely made her heart pound inside her chest and adrenaline run through her veins.

As you got up from the other side of the desk, telling your brother that you were leaving as he continued to giggle like a school girl. Once she heard your footsteps come closer to the door, she had practically ran down the hallway and go around the corner.

She didn’t really know what to do, should she bring this up to you? Should she just get this over with and confront you? She didn’t know and all that thinking she did, she didn’t realize you walking down the hallway in her direction until you startled her by turning the corner.

“Oh shit!” You jumped, making her jump and drop the files she was holding in her hands.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t see you.” You admitted shyly, your cheeks growing hot as you kneeled down to scatter up the files and hand them back to her.

“It’s okay, actually- I was looking for you.” Hange abruptly said then quickly shut her mouth, that’s not what she wanted to say- now the topic was at the front of her mind.

“Oh? What about?”

“Uh, I had some theories but first I kind of wanted to get something off my chest.” She said, fixing her glasses and met your gaze with a almost worried look that made you become paranoid.

“I didn’t mean to um, listen in but I heard you and Levi talking.” She finished, making your eyes go wide and suddenly your cheeks were as red as a tomato.

“Ahh, um.” You didn’t know what to say, you started to stutter and started to look around the empty hallway to avoid her stare.

This is not what you had in mind about confessing to Hange. You couldn’t help but think if Levi was behind this sick plan, it wouldn’t be surprising if he did- he’s a selfish asshole after all.

As you stood there quietly, Hange had began to worry and clung tighter onto the files in her hands. She didn’t really know what to say and that’s coming from someone who is always talking and rambling about something.

But as she stood in front of you, watching you get all flustered up, it gave her a bit of a confidence boost to lean down and press her lips on yours, catching you by surprise completely.

You weren’t expecting this, your anxiety made you think of the worst in every situation but here she was, kissing your lips and it made your heart skip a beat at the small kiss.

When she pulled back, both of your faces flustered up and red- she had given you a cute smile and gestured you to follow her.

“C’mon, I have some theories to tell you.”

You were confused, thrown back but you followed her back to her office and she noticed how you were still quiet, probably even overthinking the small kiss you two shared.

“I hope you know that me kissing you meant that I like you too.”

Soft soft soft🥺

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