#and i got to draw some horrific stuff too !!

[rageserenity]

It's 2024. Are you still thinking about movieverse!Cherik? Because I am.

For the past several months, there's only been a very slow trickle of posts/fics in the xmcu cherik tag. Let's try to breathe some life back into this incredible pairing!

With one clear winner of my poll, here's thirty prompts for the thirty days of April. (This is a super chill, laid-back event---do these in any order, interpret them as loosely as you like! Create in any medium! Fic, art, gifs, meta, incoherent screaming about the otp…all winners in my book.)

The only rule here is to cherik too close to the sun. Alright. Here are the prompts.

Mutual Pining

Doesn't really even need elaboration! Write that horrifically slow slow-burn. Gif every time McAvoy made insane fuck me eyes on screen. Make a playlist of songs about impossible love.

2. Alternate Meetings

There are endless quotes about how these two complete each other in a way no one they'd met before or after ever did. How else could they have met?

3. Erik Has A Telepathy Kink

This is basically canon. Let my boy get freaky!

4. Canon Fix-It

All the times Fox fucked it up. There are endless options.

5. Hurt/Comfort

Put them in that Situation. Put them in that Blender. Break them apart and put them back together ❤️‍🩹

6. Canon Compliant

Draw that missing scene! Gif your favourite cherik moment!

7. Beach Divorce

Make it worse. Make it better. Show it to us exactly how it was. Break it down in a 3,000 word meta. Go wild!

8. Domestics

Sometimes you just want to see them doing normal couple things. Erik put the gun down.

9. Found Family

The real heart of x-men!

10. Time Travel

There are SO many possibilities here. Stick them in a time loop. Give them a chance to change their past.

11. AU

Love a good AU!

12. There Is Only One Bed

Had to get this one in here. What better way to amp up the tension?

13. Genosha

By some miracle, cherik actually did end up together at the end of 2019s trash bag disaster Dark Phoenix. We aren’t making a big enough deal about this.

14. Declaration(s) of Love

Who says it first? How do they say it and when? Have they said it…without saying it?

15. Jealousy

Need I say more.

16. Reunion

These two have absolutely no chill.

17. Soulmates

Classic prompt, had to get this in here too.

18. The DOFP Aircraft

The TENSION here. Break it down for me. How does Charles feel about his injury? How does Erik feel about his injury?

19. Gay Mutant Road Trip

You already know.

20. Body Swap

SO fun when people have superpowers.

21. First Kiss

When? How? Who initiated it?

22. The Mansion

Mansion!content is a genre of its own.

23. Conflicting Ideology

Give me your theses. Who’s right? Can they ever reconcile completely? Write a fic where it drives them apart.

24. Sebastian Shaw

A trope unto himself.

25. Team As Matchmaker

They had to have known something was going on, didn’t they?

26. Cooking

Charles deserves a good meal. Also, imagine Erik using his powers in the kitchen. The sheer domesticity…

27. Hurt No Comfort

Plenty of scope with these two 🥲

28. Growing Old Together

Giving Sirs Ian Mckellan and Patrick Stewart their props as well!

29. Making Up

*pushes chess board across the table* sorry babe

30. Charles Xavier Did More For Mutants Than You'll Ever Know

Rising to each other’s defense. Only I can insult this man.

I will be tracking #revivecherik to reblog stuff! Here’s a fic collection for the same. Let’s get this ball rolling! Please feel free to send me an ask if you’ve got anything to say! And most importantly, let’s all have fun 😁

*I know a few of you preferred something like a gift exchange because of the commitment factor—I’m super down to organise a tiny one for the handful of us! If this promptathon doesn’t flop horribly, we can hopefully do a whole bunch of stuff :)

If you read this post all the way through, please reblog for reach! Thank you! Hoping you participate come April.

Shoutout to @inmymagnetoera for reaching out and helping with this!

#revivecherik #cherik #charles xavier #erik lehnsherr #xmfc #james mcavoy #michael fassbender #x men days of future past #x men #charles x erik #magneto #professor x

[thelastpuppyboygirl]

YES !! YES !!!!!! AHAHAAAA YESSSS !!!!

my personal headcannons for the loveliest of lovely little guys <3333

extra info + flags!!

randy: (pan and agender)

-fibromyalgia for sure, trauma does shit things

-probably needs a cane or something similar to aleviate pain (doesn't think he's ill enough to need one, absolutely is)

-if he gets high please treat him like a fish in an aquarium, probably would hate the lack of control

-flushes really easily, and constantly clammy

-if you put a blanket on his head he'll fall asleep

-narcolepsy

-loves the feeling of a nice, heafty, soft quilt and a hot cocoa on a cold afternoon...

oliver: (trans, gay and demiromantic!)

-has a stuffed animal collection 100%

-probably picks up a million different projects only to put them down, a new hyperfixation every week kinda guy

-him being a stoner is basically cannon but, in specifics he seems like a bong or joint guy to me, would let u smoke the first hit (bc he's nice)

-rollerskate date :]

-glasses to at least semi help his shit 'eye' (optical sensor) and lack of depth perception (they can only do so much though)

karen: (nonbinary, lesbian)

-doesn't particularly care about gender as a concept

-has a bunch of tassles and cords in her house she has braided

-can't keep a plant alive to save her life, has mourned at least 20 house plants, has a fake one (somehow dies too)

-mitski.

-the biggest sweet tooth out of the group

-will lock herself away for hours and hours, sometimes an entire day or two, just creating. only to come out of a hole haggard and exhuasted with her New Horse Drawing.

-hEDS, uses a walker to get around!

Norm: (questioning/bi ?)

-writer (how the hell else wouldn't he go absolutely bonkers all alone, other than having a goal and spite i guess)

-uses coffee to live, but definitely enjoys tea in his free time

-probably learned archery at some point

-whittles little sculptures to pass the time (made karen a little wooden horse sculpture once)

-randomly schedules cook outs/junctions when he's feeling lonely and isolated

-he would absolutely take the will graham route and end up with 20 fucking stray dogs out of a deep empathy and then wake up one day and realize the mess he got himself into.

-grilldad. (duh)

phonegingi: (genderfluid, polyamorous, pan)

-gender? yes.

-sexuality? yes.

-will consume your clothes if you are not careful with your gingi Care instructions. (taking little nibbles is okay as a treat)

-if weed is consumed it basically acts as a horrifically strong catnip, and it will get the zoomies and make it everyone's problem

-purrs

-pays really good attention to detail stuff, and its brain is basically a filing cabinet. but big events are basically a blur

-gets SUPER !! fluffy during the winter and there's an awful period where it's shedding and it's...super patchy and silly lookin

-me and the bitches i pulled by being HORRIFYING and lovely,,,,

bigfoot: (aroace. i don't take criticism.)

-banana,,,

-genuinely pretty attentive and smart

-becomes a painter because he is INSPIRED ! by his friend karen

-absolutely splendid lad

-i wanna live in a world where one of his passions is making and wearing silly hats, please, PLEASE

-karen showed him mitski,,,god help him he's sad now

-knitting,,,he knit giant banana,,,,

#dialtown fanart #randy jade #oliver swift #karen dunn #norm allen #phonegingi #bigfoot dialtown #dialtown #dialtown hc

[onesaltyhunter]

Far Too Soon for a Sacrifice

Vessel x fem!reader

Summary: Sleep blesses Vessel with a gift like no other--to be used for one purpose, and one purpose only. To many, it seems to be a curse. How will he attempt to draw the line between what Sleep wants, and what he wants?

WARNINGS: 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI: we got HORRIFICALLY down bad vessel for y/n and we got smut WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO + unrealistic concert stuff my bad peeps, swearing

Key:

(y/f/n)○°○{gn!}= your friend's name--pick one! any one!

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"Hello? Y/N? You there?" (Y/F/N) waved their right hand, their left one gripping the steering wheel.

Y/N's eyes had been focused on the road for quite some time, and she almost didn't have any response to (Y/F/N)'s attempt to catch her attention. They had begun to poke her shoulder, which caused your gaze to shift towards them.

"Do me a favor--when we get to the concert, don't awkwardly look at the band like that." They laughed, earning a small one from Y/N.

"Oh you think that's bad? Wait until I stare at them like that when you're trying to get a picture with them." Mimicking the stare she had been holding for the past several minutes, she broke into more laughter, seeing (Y/F/N) bite their inner lip to hold in theirs.

"They're gonna cancel the whole fuckin VIP session with your creepy ass."

Tonight was Y/N's first Sleep Token concert. Being quite well versed in knowledge about the band itself, alongside the unusual lore the members had so carefully fabricated--the excitement Y/N was holding in was almost incredible. The exhaustion that had been building over sleepless nights in the time she had waited for this day to come, was building up. Her eyes fluttered closed every few minutes, with an urge she's been trying to fight off for the past thirty minutes.

"Go on. Nod off if you have to. We have an hour ahead of us still, before we get there." (Y/F/N) placed their right hand on the wheel again. "You okay with taking an Uber back to your place later?"

"Yup." Y/N reclined her seat, reaching behind herself for a jacket, which she spread out on top of her. "Goodnight."

"It's 3pm."

"Yeah, yeah fuck you too dipshit."

Y/N's eyes shut, and the soft sounding rumble of the car slowly drifted away.

The hallways were lined with finished oak. Something reminiscent of and old church, or perhaps some old legislative building. Y/N lifted up a small picture frame, adorned with gold around the edges. The picture in the middle was pure black. She had believed it to only be some piece of dark paper, but it had that shine that those designated printers for the job.

Looking around one of the doorframes into the next room, she made sure that no one was around. A click resounded from above her--the igniter of a heater. Y/N immediately felt its warmth from the vent above her. Placing the picture frame down after flipping it around a few times, she looked up at the mirror in front of her. It was fairly small, one of those wall mounted ones a person would use to see how they'd look before heading out.

As she took a step away, she felt a few hairs upon her head move slightly. Glaring up at the vent above her, she pushed those hairs back into their original position. Before she could drop her hand back to her side, her wrist had been caught in a tight grip--with cold metal pressed against her skin. She soon glared at the figure that loomed above her.

The familiar white mask with a red sigil was almost falling from the figure's face. Vessel had loosened his grip on her, and in a panic, Y/N grabbed his shoulders firmly--turning him around and pressing him against the wall. Her heartbeat had only jumped from the initial startle, yet somehow, it had managed to stay at its fairly normal pace. Y/N began to question why the idea of fear seemed almost impossible to wrap her mind around.

"Oh come on now." He leaned his head forward, his warm breath soothing her with every exhale. "Don't act as if you haven't dreamt of this before. Don't act as if you've dreamt of something that delves farther into the...intricacies of one another."

Y/N grasped Vessel's necklace, pulling him closer to herself. A small moan escaped his mouth, as she snaked her hand around his neck , propping it on the back of his head. He softly pressed his lips against hers, before resting his head on hers.

Moving her arms lower, to his back, she pressed her face into his chest. Vessel stifled a small laugh with an exhale.

"My love, you're going to have paint all over your face." He wrapped an arm around her waist.

"Doesn't matter." Y/N's muffled voice caused a smile to form across Vessel's face. "There's far worse--"

"We're here!" (Y/F/N) screamed, hitting the horn a couple times--which sounded awful with the resonance of the parking structure. "Grab your shit, we gotta go."

Y/N looked at the dash, seeing the various Sleep Token songs being shuffled for what seemed to be the entire drive. Pressing the off button, she unbuckled her seat belt before stepping out of the car. Assuming that was the cause of the unusual Vessel related dream, Y/N tried her best to shake it off. But that feeling still lingered--something about that dream made it feel so... real. But again, its a mixture of having a "celebrity crush" and hormones was the basis of dreams like this, right?

Walking up to the venue with (Y/F/N), the two entered through the VIP entrance, which was lined with a lavish red velvet carpet. A few turns and the two were in front of where Sleep Token would perform. It was only moments until the band started setting up various bits needed to go about the show properly.

The VIP session was first.

"Is this close enough to have a make-out session with one of the band members or do I need to help you climb on stage to do that?" (Y/F/N) raised a brow, and earned soft punch on the shoulder from Y/N.

Being the first people to wait for the band during the VIP session, the 4 members gazed beyond the edges of the stage after going back behind it. III frantically looked at the 2 concert goers on the floor talking to each other while Vessel stood still, unwavering. His fingernails digging into the side of his thumb.

"What's wrong?" II picked up a new pair of drumsticks from a box, before sealing it up as best as possible. "The staring--it's a problem, you do realize that?"

You are infatuated with me; are you not? He thought, gazing longer at Y/N.

Y/N looked all over the room, wondering where a certain voice came from.

"You alright?" (Y/F/N) put their hand on her shoulder, leaning down a bit.

Get their hand off of yourself.

"Hey, I'm good, I'm good." Y/N chuckled. "Thought I heard a mosquito or something. Shit makes me go crazy."

That is not the only thing drives you insane, is it? What of the time we--

"I think I'm having a manic episode." She took a deep breath, crossing her arms. "The voices in my head are telling me that THEY'RE IN MY WALLS! THE FOG IS COMING!"

Y/N jokingly shook (Y/F/N), the whole near empty venue filling with their laughter. A small poking battle commenced between the two, which puzzled Vessel.

"Quit doing the mind thing with others." II patted him on the shoulder. "Sleep didn't give us these things for you to abuse them."

"They should have known better than to give them to me as well." Vessel adjusted his mask, and without any delay, Y/N's gaze darted over at him, peeking from the side of the stage.

Within minutes, there was a line forming outside for the VIP meet and greet, with (Y/F/N) and Y/N being first, as they had already stepped foot into the allotted area. Each member of Sleep Token stepped out and down from the stage, with an individual ready to help with pictures in front of them. (Y/F/N) walked up first to the four to get a picture with them. A nervous Y/N offered to take the picture of the 5 of them, and their friend gestured them to join them. She shook her head in response, smiling to be polite.

I can assure you, my love, the safest place in the world for you, is next to me. Vessel thought, as he scooted over the right for her to stand between him and II.

One really weird dream and all of a sudden the voices in my head are louder than my actual speaking voice. Y/N thought in response.

Darling, you know you've had far more 'unusual' dreams than just that. He smiled, looking down at the woman who had scooted even closer to him.

With her arms at her sides, Vessel slipped one of his hands to intertwine his fingers with hers. Y/N found it moderately unusual, but yet--not as bad as she thought it was. It was if her dreams had been brought to life. But no, this was wrong. She'd never met this man before in her entire life. To her, he'd just been a masked face and a voice behind the speaker in her house. Y/N pulled her arm away from his.

Vessel, hurt ever so slightly looked at her once again. He had to do the best to accept the possible forms of rejection as much as possible. After all, he knew he wasn't "forcing himself onto her." He had gotten to know her over time, but he was terrified to tell her.

The entire show, he couldn't get it off his mind. The woman he'd grown so fond of, over the years didn't seem to like him, no matter how much time they had spend together. Behind every word he sang that night, it was if a needle had been embedded in his heart, and it was pushed further and further in.

--time skip because I can't write lmao--

(Y/F/N) had already left, as Y/N waited for her Uber. As much as she wanted to leave, there was some ominous feeling tying her to this place. Something in her mind was screaming for her to go back--to yell back in Vessel's face about what the fuck was going on. To ask him if, if she... Her thoughts were all mashed together, and it was hard to process it all.

My love, please meet me here. Please. I don't know how much I can fare without speaking to you. Please. The voice in her head made her want to break into tears. It was if whatever emotion this voice was feeling, she could feel as well. And it hurt. So, much.

She changed the address of where her Uber was supposed to take her. The whimper in her head was too much to bear. It felt wrong to ignore it--it was like she had to console whatever it was. An urge to stop all of its pain that was completely inexplicable.

After it dropped her off at the front of it, she walked up and was about to knock on the door, but it immediately opened. Vessel, in full worship wear, leaned on the frame, almost out of breath. There were light black streaks down his neck as if he had been crying for hours.

"The dreams. They--" He paused to catch his breath. "You've dreamt of me, thrice a week, every week--for the past 6 years. They weren't just dreams, I was actually talking to--"

Y/N pressed her face into his chest, wrapping her arms around him just as she had did in her dreams before.

"You've told me all of your feelings--simple things like how your days have been. You've poured your heart out for me some nights and I've done the same." He choked behind another sob. "I approached you today thinking that this would be like any other 'dream' for you but, I just--I didn't know what I was supposed to do. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

"All those dreams, that was, actually you and me?" Y/N looked up at him, arms still wrapped tightly around him.

"The things we did, the ways we felt, I--I just wanted to find you." He slowly rested his chin on her head. "When I found you, I treated you poorly and I just lost control of myself."

"Those thoughts, were yours? All of them?"

"Yes."

"Could you hear mine?"

"Sometimes."

What? No complaints about me getting paint on my face? Y/N thought.

No.

You're actually fucking magic.

I'm blessed, my love.

"You really suck at talking to people you know that?" Y/N chuckled, earning a small smile from Vessel.

"That's what the dreams are for, Y/N." He exhaled. "I tend to be better at such things in that form of communication."

"Next thing I know, you're going to like propose to me or something."

"I've made plans."

"That's a new one."

"What is, may I ask?"

"How the fuck am I ever going to tell people how I got to know you?" She raised a brow, licking her lips. "Yeah, 'I met this guy through my fucking mind'."

"God, you're just as amusing as you were when we spoke a couple nights ago."

"So when we--" Y/N paused, looking down at her shoes, shuffling her feet slightly. "Did the--uh. The..."

"When we had...um" Vessel scratched his head.

"Are we both just completely unable to speak right now?" She laughed again, muddling the sounds against his chest. "Where's the awfully sensual, headstrong Vessel that wanted to have a full make-out session with me in that venue?"

"You slightly, intimidate me."

"What?"

"I thought you were a figment of my imagination until Sleep showed me, and..." Vessel slowly intertwined his fingers with hers again. "I don't want anyone else to be with you. Sleep didn't only show me, you. They showed all of us."

"II, III, and IV--they know about us?" Y/N tightened her grip on his hand.

"They want you just as much as I do. I won't let them have you. We belong to each other--I will not let anything change that, love." He led Y/N to his couch, where he laid his head in her lap. "No God, or friend of mine will stand in my way."

"You're awfully possessive of a girl you just met."

"You don't know what they want of you. What they require of me to fulfill Sleep's wishes."

"Are you going to sacrifice me, Ves?"

He remained quiet, pulling her arm to set it on his chest.

"Vessel?"

"I don't want to hurt you."

"I know you won't do it."

"I would do everything for you. And more."

He sat up and pressed a soft kiss against her lips. Y/N leaned into it more curling her fingers into claws and digging them slightly into the top of his back. Vessel trailed his soft pecks down until his lips met her collarbone, his canines grazing it ever so slightly. She reached for the buttons of his black jeans, and he pushed her hand away, undoing them himself. He paused all of a sudden.

"Is this too soon?" Y/N pulled back, breathless.

"We have waited far too long for one another. This is long overdue." He growled. "I won't do this here, however."

Slipping his arms under Y/N, lifting her up bridal-style, he carried her to his bedroom. Setting her down softly on his bed, she stood up.

Y/N grabbed his necklace, pulling him closer to herself--earning that one particular moan from him.

"I miss that sound." She pulled him into another kiss, but this one was not like the last.

Within minutes, Vessel's kisses became hungrier, as if he needed more that what he was getting. Being pressed up against the wall as the two of them managed to throw all of their clothes on the floor in a matter of seconds. In another kiss, Vessel's tongue begged for an entrance. Once he was let in, he ravaged all he believed to be his. Y/N's tongue grazed one of his canines, almost drawing blood, but ignored it in the moment.

Vessel's kisses trickled farther down her body yet again, and he softly pushed her onto his bed. Once his attacks reached he inside of her thigh, Y/N could not hold back a moan any longer. The mere sound of it began to illicit the deepest growl from Vessel. He lined the edges of her folds with just as many hungry kisses as he has planted on her face.

"Please, Ves." She arched her back. "I need more than that."

"Darling, you deserve far more than I could ever give you." The words escaped his lips. "But I will do my best, I promise you."

"You better."

"We shall see."

Vessel slowly pressed his member against her folds, refusing any sort of entrance he was allowed. Y/N's attempts to get any friction were fruitless.

"As I said, I will not deny you of anything you deserve."

In one stroke, his entire member had slid almost completely inside her. His pace was slow, and deadly almost, as he wanted the two of them to savor every single moment of it. Y/N pressed her lips against his again, in an almost violent clash for control. Her nails dug further into his back, causing him to hiss--and she loosened her grip.

"No, I'm fine. Don't stop that." He mumbled.

"Are you sure?"

"Don't. Stop."

Y/N placed her hands around him yet again.

"Ves, please I'm going to--"

"I know. I am as well."

The sweet release for the both of them, caused them to roll on their backs, catching their breaths.

"Were those better, or worse than your dreams?" He laid his head on her chest.

"Do you even need to ask, babe?"

"That's a new one."

"What?"

"You've never had any sort of--pet name for me."

"If you don't like 'babe,' you can get 'vessy-wessy' instead."

"Please no." His laughter rumbled as he leaned more on her shoulder.

With their legs entwined, the two cuddled up next to each other, it was as if everything, yes everything, was perfect.

"So now are you going to sacrifice me?"

"My love, it is far too soon for a sacrifice."

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WOOOOO YOU GOT THROUGH IT ALL

sorry for the worst smut in the world, but hey, if you didn't think this fic was awful, maybe I'll give it a PART 2??? PART II? WITH II? okay I'm done :)

#vessel smut #vessel x reader #sleep token x reader #sleep token smut #sleep token #vessel sleep token

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

Kat's OG/HC ::: mitsuya would MAKE the teddy bear for the first date thingy.

A/N ::: You. Guys. I'm so giddy about this that you'd think I was the one who just went on a date with Mitsuya. I'm so fucking happy with this - like, I just smiled the whole time I was writing it. Thank you again, @katkitkats for the HC's.

⍣⍣⍣⍣⍣ Funsies ⍣⍣⍣⍣⍣

⍣ I've Been Loving You Too Long // Otis Redding I wholly believe that Mitsuya has a deep appreciation for music and would listen to this song like a dummy who's deep in love. Listen if you want the full effect of the high I got while writing this ⍣

(For the best experience put it on repeat or read really fast lmao - sorry, my sense of timing is horrific).

⍣⍣⍣⍣⍣ TEDDY BEAR PREP ⍣⍣⍣⍣⍣

⍣ Doesn't see the appeal of buying stuff that he can make for you.

⍣ Can make anything he puts his mind to - up to and including a teddy bear.

⍣ Would start out by searching for just the right kind of fabric (I think he'd use minky - so freakin' soft and cuddly and lasts forever and ever if you're good to it - a lot like love 🤔 - it's just insane)

⍣ Works out all the details, drawing out a pattern that he can pin fabric to, cut around the design, sew it together and add the finishing touches then stuff it.

⍣ Hand stitches the bear's arms and legs with an "X" pattern so it looked like "real" stitches, using a special type of embroidery stitch for its little eyes and nose (the nose would be pink and its eyes would be one of each of your eye colors).

⍣ Finally, it would be done a few days before the big first date.

⍣⍣⍣⍣⍣ THE DATE ⍣⍣⍣⍣⍣

⍣ Would pick you up on his bike.

⍣ Has an extra helmet (in whatever your favorite color was because he just so fucking thoughtful I can't stand it) and leather jacket for you if it was cold.

⍣ The reservation would have been made 2 weeks in advance - even though it's at Smiley and Angry's Ramen shop.

⍣ Took the little bear over there the night before because he wants it to be brought out with dessert.

⍣ Wants to impress you by walking in and saying "2 for Mitsuya, please *slips Angry some 💴 for the best seat in the house*.

⍣ Will offer you some of his dish (from his chopsticks/eating utensils!) and ask if you're sure you don't mind giving him a bite of yours, even after you shove it at him - he has 2 little sisters and knows how sacred food can be sometimes.

⍣ Waves at Smiley and Angry to signal he's ready for dessert and the handmade bear to be brought to your quiet little corner/window table.

⍣ Hands you the cuddly snuggly bear and the first thing you notice is not how soft the bear is, but how warm his hands are. You don't want to let go but he seems so proud of this gift that you take it from his hand and hold it close to your heart.

⍣ Tells you about how he made this design and bear specially for you, the fabric was special ordered and it was sewn/hand stitched by him (by the very same warm hands you didn't want to trade for).

⍣ Blushes when he points out the bear's eye color (he didn't even have to see you again or ask anyone what your eye color was because he remembered). You blush back when you tell him it's the first thing you noticed about it.

⍣ Gives you the first, middle and last bite of the cute little dessert the boys whipped up for you two.

⍣ Pays for EVERYTHING.

⍣ Asks what you want to do now - you want to just ride around on some back roads and cling to him - "Go for a ride?" you suggest instead of just prattling off the truth.

⍣ Was praying that you'd say that.

⍣ Smiled so hard when his prayer was answered.

⍣ Rides out to the near middle of nowhere and parks next to an empty field and lays out his jacket for you to sit on while you two stargaze and talk about your interests.

⍣ Catches you staring at him but plays it off like you two just looked at each other at the same time because he was staring at you once and he low-key hoped you wouldn't make a big deal out of it.

⍣ On the ride back to your house, at every stoplight or stop sign he will pat your hands that are wrapped so tightly around his waist and ask if you're "Doing ok back there?"

⍣ Feels his heart skip a beat or two when you just hold him tighter as he takes off again.

⍣ Walks you to your door and stands on the steps below your front porch while still holding your hand.

⍣ Kisses you between your first and second finger knuckle in such a manner that you're so wildly turned on by the gentleness of the gesture that you jump off of the steps and plant a huge kiss on his lips.

⍣ Smiles the whole way back to his place, vowing to never wash his jacket, his hand or his mouth again.

⍣⍣⍣⍣⍣ CUTE BONUS ⍣⍣⍣⍣⍣

⍣ He wrote a little note and sticks it in the center of the bear's belly in all of the batting: "Y/n, I know this is only our first date. But I think you're a really special and beautiful person. I am so excited to see what is in store for us. - Takashi)

@kazutora-kurokawa @southside-otaku @darkstarlight82 @arlerts-angel @viburnt

#mitsuya headcanons #tokyo revengers takashi mitsuya #tokyo revengers fluff #tokyo revengers headcanons #tokrev headcanons #tokyo revengers #mitsuya takashi #mitsuya x reader #takashi mitsuya #takashi mitsuya x reader #tokrev x reader #tokrev x y/n #tokyo revengers x y/n #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo rev mitsuya #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo rev x y/n #tokyo rev fluff #mitsuya fluff #mitsuya takashi x reader

[zarvasace]

Fic Rec List

AO3 is holding a Feedback Fest for International Fanworks Day! So, in no particular order, here are 10 fics from my bookmarks that I recommend. :) Most of these fics are by stellar authors, but the list is for individual fics. I recommend checking out the authors as well.

EDIT: fandom code. LU = Linked Universe. FS = Four Swords

Dawn of the Fourth by @lazuliquetzal - (LU, complete) A fic that's on plenty of rec lists, I'm sure! The mastery of plot, character, and language itself is top-tier. This has a mystery-ish plot filled with twists and turns that hold up very very well on rereads! The tension remains taut the whole time, but it isn't too stressful. There are some particular images from this one that have stuck with me since I read it.

Threats and Theatrics by htruona - (LU, complete) This one makes me laugh. A lot. Vio is too dramatic for his own good, and I adore the idea that they might just keep fake blood on them for stuff like this.

A Guide to Living (Again) by @cerame (LU, complete) - Also one that I'm sure is not unfamiliar to a lot of people! It's no secret that I'm a big fan of Shadow, and it was so so much fun to see these other opposite-Links coming around, too. This is just overall a very good time.

Awake, Sweet Prince by @vagueandominousvibes - (FS, complete) There's a lot by Kahl I adore, she's an excellent writer with a wonderful handle on world and words, and this one in particular is one of my favorites. I love slightly spooky fae and this is definitely high on my list.

Count to Nine by @tess-aka-fishy (LU, complete) - One of my top fluff and humor fics. Everyone is in-character in the best way possible, being chaotic but not necessarily on purpose. It's awesome.

It's Dangerous to Go Alone by @hey-adora (FS, complete) - Among the many standout works by Sam, this one is an excellent one to recommend thanks to the showcase of her particular brand of humor, the fun, adventure-y plot, canon-extension worldbuilding, and of course the focus on Vio and Shadow being awful as always.

Keep Your Face to the Sun by Ageofavalon (LU, complete) - This one is a wonderful little fic with, surprise surprise, a focus on Shadow. This one just feels cozy, and I've reread it a lot. I particularly enjoy the way that they adopt him into the LU Chain :)

Take a Number, Any Number by @cluelessmoose (LU, complete) - An outstanding Four whump fic that recently got a very satisfying second chapter. It uses a lot of my favorite whump tropes. The imagery and particular use of words makes this a delight to read.

Soft Glows by @youmixxx (FS, incomplete) - Breaking my hesitant rule of "only complete fics allowed" to rec this fantastic Green/Blue modern college AU story. The attention to detail in this fic is unbelievable—and I mean detail in-text in descriptions and narrative, as well as behind-the-scenes details like consistent schedules. It's beautiful. Don't let the word count intimidate you because it flies by in a haze of glory.

Draw a Circle Around Your Grief by @lattewritesthings (LU, complete) - Dramatic, horrific, bitter, hurt-no-comfort—BUT in a way that doesn't leave you hanging on a thread. It's tragic but the resolution is satisfying anyway. The images are striking and the emotions are potent.

#fic rec #ifd2024

[radiohead-spiderman]

My Golden Trio Headcanons (some modern some not)

Harry:

Oddly good at beer pong.

One time caught the snitch in his mouth and almost died.

Is REALLY good at cooking(less headcanon and more actually canon)

Loves the rain, absolutely hates thunder.

Had American southern tea ONCE and never looked at Earl Grey the same way again (Hermione gets upset about it every time they get tea together)

Soap opera lover(he watches them with Ron)

Is really good at drawing birds specifically.

He’s good at pottery but can only make bowls and plates.

SPIDER-MAN FAN

Ron:

Chess lover, both magic AND muggle(that’s canon but I’m including it anyways)

When Harry tried American sweet tea for the first time, Ron got to try fried butter for the first time too, he promptly inhaled it.

He hates crabs.

He often has stare offs with Crookshanks which either end with Ron getting mauled, or Crookshanks getting locked out of the room.

Is a DIEHARD Beastie Boys fan, Hermione introduced him to them and he hasn’t looked back since.

His favorite color is the exact shade of brown that Hermione’s eyes are :)

Soap opera lover(he watches them with Harry)

Wears bright neon crocs, has worn them on dates with Hermione before, will wear them on dates with Hermione again.

Got a buzz cut one time and Hermione screamed in pure unbridled terror when she saw it(she did not speak for him for a week, he had to magically grow it back)

Bad at pottery but loves playing with the clay.

DEADPOOL FAN

Hermione:

Aroace spectrum(because I love projecting onto characters and it’s canon in my eyes)

One time tried to straighten her hair and both Ron and Harry got scared when they saw it(it did not work)

Knows ALL of the Elder Scrolls lore

Has played Skyrim to completion over 19 times.(that is not an exaggeration, she’s pulled various all nighters)

HORRIFIC sleep schedule

Will not read romance, UNLESS it’s completely historically accurate.

Bad at drawing, really good at pottery oddly enough.

While she’s good at pottery, she absolutely despises the feel of wet clay, and then the feel of dry clay on her skin so she doesn’t sculpt stuff without gloves on.

Hates the texture of pasta, it has to be made in a VERY specific way for her to enjoy it.

Doesn’t like being smooched on the temple because it’s too close to her eyes and she thinks it’s unsanitary.

Had a seafood boil one time and was out like a light for a full DAY.

Tried a vegan diet for like a year but she accidentally ate a wet piece of ham in a sleep deprived delirium.

Beans on toast FIEND.

One time had a five day mental breakdown over magic and specifically quidditch brooms not following the laws of physics.

Dinosaur nerd.

Dr Strange and Reed Richards fan

Golden Trio:

Codependent.

They have a book club, Ron’s favorite genre is a mix between really cheesy badly written romances and westerns, Harry’s favorite genre is murder mysteries and philosophy, funnily enough, Hermione doesn’t like murder mysteries because she guesses the plot/plot twists and they’re always correct, she usually only reads non-fiction but she occasionally likes accurate science fiction and she also enjoys biographies.

Hermione once sat them down to watch a bunch of muggle movies, some Harry recognized, while Ron was just utterly entranced by the television, occasionally shaking Harry’s shoulder when something happened on screen.

While Hermione was finishing her seventh/ “eighth” year she was sent at LEAST ten letters DAILY, from both Ron and Harry.

They shared an apartment for like two years and would quiet often all sleep in the same bed.

That habit followed them into adulthood, and they occasionally sleep in the same bed.

Both Harry and Ron, along with Ginny, will flaunt Hermione being the minister, often.

Harry has forced the other two to rewatch every Star Wars movie, more than ten times.

Ron and Hermione broke up one time in their relationship and Harry was more distraught than both of them combined.

#feeling silly today #sorry for all the southern food talk #I’m a filthy southerner #I love romione #can you tell who’s my favorite?? lmao #platonic love AND romantic love in this one fellas #aroace spectrum hermione granger #I love projecting onto my favs! #golden trio headcanons #all of this is fact /j #golden trio #screw jkr #harry potter headcanon #hermione granger #harry potter #ron weasley #headcanons #romione #drarry #hinny #incorrect harry potter quotes #golden trio era #hermione jean granger #this is mostly a shitpost #hp headcanon #hermione granger headcanon #Harry Potter headcanons #harry potter scenarios #bisexual harry potter #demiromantic hermione granger

[yurinaa-world]

I'd like to request Gepard and Sampo with a s/o who loves to draw very disturbing and horrific content but is the sweetest person ever. <3 tyyy

Characters: Gepard and Sampo x Gender Neutral Reader

Synopsis: with an s/o that loves to draw disturbing content but is really sweet

Warnings: fluff

𝒢𝑒𝓅𝒶𝓇𝒹 𝐿𝒶𝓃𝒹𝒶𝓊

Gapard is shocked that you draw this sort of stuff! It’s so gruesome and bloody that it just seems unlike you, but he won’t judge! You can do whatever you want if it’s not hurting you or anyone else, then draw your heart content with the worry of him thinking badly about it.

He's a bit interested and curious about it, like, is this the new trend in belobog between artists? Oh no, it isn’t; you just like to draw this stuff. Oh, alright.

But who cares? Just because you draw such gruesome things so realistically, it just means you are an amazing artist and skilled in your craft!

Whenever you go out to look around for some inspiration so you can get an idea of what to draw next, Gapard will be there with you as well because he says that you don’t know what might happen, so better be safe than sorry.

𝒮𝒶𝓂𝓅𝑜 𝒦𝑜𝓈𝓀𝒾

Ah! He didn’t really expect this from his sweet little darling, but I guess everyone has their passion for something. Looking at your drawings, which are so bloody and gruesome, they're actually pretty good. Have you ever thought about selling it? There's got to be someone who’ll buy this.

If you're not thinking about selling, then that's fine; after all, they are your drawings, and he won’t make the choice for you.

He’s so sweet about it, too. If you want to do it, then do it. There are times when he gets you some supplies that help with your drawing, to make things pop a little more. Oh, are they so good? Where did he get them from? Well, don’t worry about that, dear.

if you liked this, consider tipping me on ko-fi! it'd mean a lot!

#✧*:･ﾟ✧:･ Yurinna's Writing :･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ #honkai star rail #honkai star rail x you #honkai star rail x reader #star rail #star rail x reader #star rail x you #star rail imagines #star rail gepard #gepard landau #gepard x you #gepard x reader #hsr x you #hsr x y/n #hsr gepard #hsr x reader #honkai sampo #honkai star rail sampo #hsr sampo #sampo koski #sampo x reader #sampo koski x reader #sampo x you #sampo koski x you

[muertawrites]

The F Word (Eddie Munson x Hopper!Reader)

Warnings: needles

unofficial sequel to this request

"Hold still, short stack."

Eddie says the words quietly, barely above a whisper. He and El sit on the living room floor of your newly rented apartment in Indianapolis, she and Will having come for the weekend to visit you. He's got his hair knotted in a messy bun at the nape of his neck, held in place by one of your scrunchies. His tongue pokes out a little the way it does when he's focused. He's unfathomably beautiful in this moment, but you can't let yourself indulge in it for how nervous you are.

"Do you think your dad's gonna freak?" Will asks you in a whisper.

"If he does I'll take the blame for it," you reply. "But I can't see him getting mad over something like this. It means a lot to her."

Eleven squirms a bit, swallowing hard.

"I know," Eddie murmurs. "This way hurts a little more. But you've got it. You're tough."

She clutches at his calve, her nails digging in; he doesn't even flinch, letting her use him for support.

"... You ever hear the myth of Perseus and Andromeda?" he drawls after a moment.

El shakes her head. You suppress a smile, knowing this is one of his favorites.

"Well, long story short," Eddie narrates, "this guy, Perseus, is in love with this girl, Andromeda. And it kinda differs depending on who you ask - in some versions he saves her, but in others he's out trophy hunting to get on her dad's good side. Anyway. Perseus has to kill Medusa, a powerful woman who can turn men to stone with her gaze. She's got snakes for hair, too. Kinda looks like me. When he kills her, Andromeda wants to see her face, so he takes Andromeda to a well and shows her the reflection of Medusa's severed head so she doesn't get zapped by her murder vision. They fall in love looking at each other in the water."

He dabs gently at El's wrist with an alcohol soaked cloth, causing her to clench her teeth.

"Now, that story's super fuckin' romantic and all," he continues, "but I've always had a soft spot for Medusa. The human world fucked with her because she was different, and they made her into a monster for protecting herself. She was wicked strong, too, killed her enemies with just a look. She was too badass to go out the way she did. I've always liked the idea of her taking Perseus's head off instead."

Eddie peers up at El for a split second, giving her a knowing wink. She grins at him, her pain momentarily forgotten.

"You like monsters more than heroes," she notes.

"Hell yeah, I do," Eddie confirms. "Monsters are way cooler. Heroes are just fulla themselves. Monsters make for better stories."

He clears his throat, honing back in on his work.

"... I do still like the original, though," he muses. "It's nice to think that even if Medusa really was the creep everyone said she was, Perseus loved Andromeda enough to risk his life for her. And that something really scary and horrific brought them together. Beauty and love came out of the ugliness of their ordeal."

Eddie manages to distract El long enough that he finishes without so much as another gasp from her, drawing the needle away and cleaning the newly inked flesh with a broad, shimmering smile.

"Done," he announces. "Whatddya think?"

In place of the digits tattooed on her wrist, now there's a minute image of a medieval shield, drawn by Will and copied by Eddie with stick and poke tools into Eleven's skin. She stares down at it in awe, rotating her arm as of to make sure it's really there; really permanent.

"I love it," she breathes.

She bounds for her feet, rushing over to the kitchen counter where you and Will sit, showing off the new tattoo. You can already hear what your dad will have to say about it - that she's too young, what the hell will the school think, how could you let that delinquent mark her up like this; all the angry, overprotective stuff he's good at - but you don't care. It's been a year since Vecna was destroyed, the last remnants of El's horrendous past along with him. You've all healed - your scars have faded, Will no longer has nightmares, Max is out of the hospital, Jim's put on the weight he lost in prison, Eddie and El's hair now touches their shoulders. But she still had that brand, a constant reminder that she wasn't raised to be human.

So you did this for her. And looking at her now, the relieved, beaming smile on her face, it's worth any ire your father could possibly throw at you.

Eddie sidles up next to you, having left the now sterilized equipment on the counter next to the sink; he leans his body into you, smiling proudly as he moves in for a kiss. You grin as you release his hair from its knot, gently gripping the nape of his neck as his lips mesh with yours.

"Thank you," you whisper as you pull away.

"Nah, no need for that," he says softly. "She's family. Gotta look out for family."

You peck his lips, smiling into the kiss and humming softly as he pulls you in for another.

"Didn't think you'd ever use the F word," you tease.

He chuckles.

"Yeah, well. This F word is pretty fuckin' rad."

💀 masterlist 💀

#brings greek mythology into normal conversation #eddie munson #muerta's works #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson x hopper!reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x reader fluff #eddie munson fix it fic

[millylotus]

I See All of You & You Are Magnificent

Monster x Monster

When Duke and Danny first met they could see through eachothers glamor and were immediately taken by each other's true form. Both of their forms are inconceivable to most people, and they both have a deep want to be known and loved for their true selves.

Duke’s form is very bright, the light he generates is blinding, under it he is like a bird, the Grey Crowned Crane to be specific. But he doesn’t really look like one, kind of like those angels with a bunch of eyes and wings, he’s got a bird neck/head and a pair of his wings are connected to his arms like bat wings. The golden rings of eyes are around his head, torso and legs. He’s got a giant pair of wings on his back and a set on his heels. His bird head and his human head exist at the same time kinda like those holographic drawings where you see it depending on how you look at it.

Danny is kinda like a black hole he produces no light but a slight rim of light going into him. Under all of that he’s got long thin and sharp limbs. His suit looks like it’s just a pattern on his skin, and the symbol has kinda faded away. He's got these big antlers on his head and his mouth is filled with fangs, to the point where it doesn’t seem like he should be able to close his mouth. His hands are sharp and slaw like, and his eyes blink sideways. His tongue is uncomfortably long.

They both look disturbingly uncanny without their glamorous, and some of their true form traits can peek through. Like Duke’s extra eyes being able to see the future are visible over where the rings would be. Or Danny’s fangs and claws accidentally ripping into things.

DUKE

No you don’t understand he sees me and I can see him and he’s perfect. I’m not all that human and I’ve never been and when Danny looks at me he doesn’t just see some random human boy he sees me. He sees the blinding light of my existence and he can perceive me and he loves me. And I love him, in all his eldritch horror he is perfect to me and I love him. Because he’s him and he understands me to my core. I love him.

DANNY

It’s just- he just gets me. He can see me for me and he always has. And Jazz the first time Duke looked at me he seemed so enamored by me, so taken by me, and he saw me for me every time he saw me. He wants me even though I’m an ugly and horrific being. And I love him even though he deserves so much more than me. He is so bright and beautiful and he is the sun and I love him.

When Gnomon and Duke first fought the light bomb went off and the glamor that Elaine had put over Duke was forcefully removed by the explosion. Bruce and Duke were terrified and Gnomon took his chance to make a deal with Duke. Duke comes to the archives with him and learns how to make his own glamor and adapt to his true form.

Duke is able to convince him to just bring the proper information to Gotham so he doesn’t have to leave. Bruce offores up Wayne Manor as a place where Duke could learn.

It takes a couple of months and Gnomon gets a bit of a redemption arc in that time, but he is unable to properly heal Elaine and Doug.

Now Duke can make his own glamor and knows some things about Gnomon’s side of the family. He’s gone back to living a relatively normal life if you don’t count the vigilante and ethereal being stuff.

Duke being born of an archivist and being of light is kind of weird. He speaks/writes all languages and knows far too much. While also being able to manipulate light and the lack of light, along with seeing where all light was/is/will be. Combined those last two abilities give him future visions, which are underdeveloped because of his age and inexperience.

-

The Batfam’s reaction to Duke not being a regular meta and actually being a high caliber ethereal being was better than it could have been. They all had already gotten close to Duke and were accepting of his weaker powers, but the knowledge that Duke was so much more than they could ever be was daunting.

Duke was scared that they may never want him back, Cass was the first to notice Duke shrinking into himself and she quickly made sure the others knew how their less than stellar reactions. They all go out of their way to make sure Duke knows he’s loved even though he’s different. Duke really appreciates their new attitude.

When Duke is feeding into his archivist habits he spends his time in the Wayne Library, letting some of his inhuman traits come through.

Duke keeps going to Middletown South with Izzy, Troy, Dre & Riko, and lives between his cousin Jay’s home and Wayne Manor.

---

As Danny gets older as a ghost his ghostly form becomes more and eldritch, he’s been instinctively making a secondary glamor to go over his ghostly form so nobody goes mad because of it. When he defeats Pariah, Clockwork and Frostbite take him aside and explain that his true form needs to start dropping the glamor more and learn how to take care of himself in that aspect.

So Danny spends the rest of Sophomore year figuring out himself and what it means to be him, as both a person and a ghost. Over this time he sets up some truces with the other ghosts so he doesn't have to stress every second.

Before Danny’s Junior year the Fenton parents decided to move to Gotham because of all the spooky shit that happens over there. Jazz is already living there for college and even though Danny is against it they end up dragging him to Jersey.

Danny is enrolled in Middletown South, which is thankfully similar enough to Casper High that Danny doesn’t have too much of a culture shock.

DUKE

I’d noticed a sort of void that whole day really, I hadn’t thought much of them until they started looking my way.

And when I took a peak at them and saw them for their truth, I could barely even breath.

He’s magnificent, gorgeous, in an eldritch way that just fits him. His antlers were bigger than the regular kid, spiraling out of control. His claws are so sharp I swear they could cut through space itself.

And he was looking at me, he saw me.

DANNY

It was like seeing a bright light right on your peripherals. I just had to look over, see what I couldn’t quite see.

He was so painfully bright I had to blink a couple dozen times before I could see him properly.

He’s magnificent, wonderful, ethereal even. His largest wings seemed to lay all around him, his eyes glancing this way and that way.

Until they settled on me and saw me.

Duke and Danny first say to each other on the first day of school, second period math class. They’d both been able to feel each other's presence, but neither went out of their way to really look at each other until then.

Danny was the first to take a peak, what with Duke being a literal beacon of light he wasn’t easy to ignore. Duke saw him second, noticing the staring and truly focused on Danny and saw him. They both fell for each other right then and there.

Neither really realized the whole love thing and just wanted to get to know each other. Duke ends up inviting Danny to come and sit with him and his friends for lunch. Izzy, and Dre catch on quickly to Duke’s semi crush on Danny, and get Troy and Riko in on the whole setting the two up. They exchanged numbers and Danny agrees to meet with them again tomorrow. Btws Dax goes to another school.

-

When the Fentons moved to Gotham they did so to try and learn more about the Gotham specific ghosts they think exist there. They ended up choosing Crime Alley “Park Row” as a place to stay in because of the higher levels of ectoplasm and the Red Hood being known to be kinda ghostly. Jack and Maddie spend most of the first month they’re in Gotham setting up shop in the basement of the building they’ve moved into.

Jazz and Danny are basically living out of Jazz’s dorm at Gotham University. Jazz’s roommate hasn’t moved in yet so the two get the place to themselves. Danny doesn’t want to listen to their parents prepare for their ghost hunting bullshit. And Jazz would much rather have her brother around instead of being alone for the two weeks before college.

Danny isn’t doing the whole Phantom thing anymore cause 1) isn't really needed with all the heroes in Gotham, 1.5) he doesn’t want to encroach on the bat’s terf, 2) he really needs this break, and 3) it’s better if his parents assume Phantom didn’t follow them all the way to Jersey.

Jack and Maddie do stake outs after they’re ready, at this point it’s a week into the school year. They pick up a very weak ectoplasmic signature from Jason, but he’s similar to Vlad in intensity so they aren’t sure if he’s dead or if he got infected by some pure ectoplasm. They run after him at one point, but then Jason shoots at them with very real guns and they decide to just back off for now.

-

As the weeks go by Danny gets closer to the WR group, he and Riko have third and fourth period, Izzy and him share sixth period with Duke, and Troy and Dre have first period together with Danny. Danny doesn’t really talk much about his family besides his sister going to GU and his parents deciding to move to Gotham as well because it had better opportunities for their work.

One day after school, when Danny’s walking to Jazz’s place, Danny almost gets mugged and Duke comes down and saves him. They recognize each other on sight and just kinda stare, before Danny says something stupid like, “I knew you were an angel the moment I saw you, just didn’t think you’d be the guardian type.” Then Duke laughs and says something equally dumb like, “Well the most lovely of beings always deserve a guardian angel don’t they?”

Of course then Danny has to swear he’ll keep the whole Duke is Signal thing. This is when the two start actually flirting with each other, and like falling for eachother.

-

After their retreat from Red Hood, the Fentons decide to go after a new vigilante, Black Bat. Because obviously if nobody can ever sense, hear, or really see them, then they have to be a ghost.

Cass being Cass is basically impossible to track, but she has enough ectoplasm in her system that they get small pings from her. Eventually Maddie and Jack corner Cass, she mainly lets them do so out of curiosity. They tried to attack or pin her down, but Cass just led them on a wild goose chase across Gotham.

They lose her, and end up just deciding to head back home, it’s dawn and Signal is still out on the town. Jack and Maddie get a weird alert, and follow it to him. They see Signal using his powers a little. Because Duke isn’t really a ghost he ticks off the Fentons’ general supernatural being detector. Now the Fentons have someone else to hunt down.

Duke isn’t a ghost or ectoplasmic being, he’s more of a different thing. A hybrid between the Ichor Beings of Light[Gnomon], and the Archivists[Elaine] who are a branch species from the Ichor Beings. Elaine was an Archivist of Light before she gave up that power running away from Gnomon. So the Fenton tech doesn’t affect him.

Jason was the first to mention the Fentons hunting him down, Cass said later that they had started tailing her, and when they actually kept up with her the rest of the family got a tad curious. Then a month in the school year they shot at Signal in broad daylight. Now everybody is worried, the shot didn’t do much besides push Duke back, kinda like a bb gun.

Duke immediately up and dipped because he was not about to deal with that, but tagged the Fentons with a tracker/bug to find out who they are. Duke does some digging into the Fentons with Cass and Jason, when they find out about Danny and Jazz, Duke is stunned, scared a little even.

-

Duke ends up telling the rest of the Batfam about Danny and that he knows about the whole Duke is Signal thing. Of course they all can tell that Duke is crushing hard on the eldritch son of two mad scientists. Bruce’s first reaction is holy shit please god why. Because all his children end up with people that he knows probably aren't the best idea. Cass asks him if Danny can come over for a visit [interrogation]. Duke agrees to ask Danny to come round, but as long as the bats promise not to overwhelm him.

Because the W Robins already know about the whole bat thing it's just Danny who's kind of out of the loop.

At this point Duke and Danny kinda got a situationship going on, they're not really dating but they're kinda also flirting with each other. It's basically a matter of time until they get together at this point, so getting Danny to agree to come over to Wayne manor was relatively easy.

-

The next day over the phone Duke tells Danny that his parents shot at him while Duke was Signal, and Danny is so embarrassed and concerned. He apologizes for his parents and what they did. Duke convinces Danny to come over to his foster family's place, the batfamily, so they could talk about it more, and what the colony could do to prevent the Fentons from becoming a problem.

Danny agrees to come over, the next day around dawn near the end of Signal’s patrol, Duke takes his bike and goes to pick up Danny and drive him to the batcave through the underground tunnels.

Danny spends the first few minutes in the batcave just ogling all the new things, then the bats go out of their way to scare the shit out of him before they get the meeting underway.

Danny explains that his parents came to Gotham to investigate the ectoplasm levels and the stories about the bats being inhuman. They went after Red Hood and Black Bat because they have enough levels of ectoplasm to be traced with Fenton tech.

After Danny agrees to help them bypass the sensors, Bruce asks about Danny’s own inhuman nature he gets a bit clammy about it, but explains that he was basically conceived, born and raised in a home with high levels of ectoplasm floating around, it just took one accident to really strip him of his humanity fully.

Duke drives Danny home a little after that, they end up talking outside Jazz’s dorm building, a minor confession occurs but they’re both stupid and don’t realize what happened. Jazz immediately teases Danny about him hanging out with Signal, Danny denies that anything is happening between them.

Okay so Duke and Danny, when they first meet each other it was more in the sense of “Wow they are so cool and pretty I wanna be their friend”. Then when they meet as Signal and Danny it’s kinda like “Holy heck did not know you were so beautiful/hot”. Now they’re kinda flirty with each other, but neither think that the other actually likes them.

So it’s this dumb will they won't they kinda think, and everyone around them is so done with them about it.

DEADLIGHTS MASTERPOST, GENERAL NOTES, MEMES, AO3

#millywrites #dc x dp #dp x dc #dp x dc fanfic #danny x duke #duke x danny #danny fenton #duke thomas #dc #batman #signal #the signal #danny phantom #crossover #crossover ship #eldritch danny #ethereal duke

[juliedrawz]

I saw some old posts where people addressed Héctor's flaws. I got stomach aches reading them because I think they got it totally wrong! I couldn't get it out of my mind, so here I am, putting my salt into the soup!

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First things first, EVERYONE's got flaws! Nobody is perfect. Everyone's done and is doing mistakes. And with Héctor, we need to look very carefully, consider 1. His character and 2. His situation.

Right off the bat, what some see as flaws are actually GOOD character traits merely tending to bring trouble because the world is dark and twisted most of the time! Héctor is one of the most selfless and altruistic characters ever! He'd give everything for those he loves and this immense love also makes him reckless sometimes.

Let's beginn with the first flaw pointed out by others.

"Héctor let himself be persuaded to go on tour with Ernesto. He should have said no."

Yes, Ernesto talked Héctor into his idea, BUT, they were best friends! As close as brothers! Héctor came along because 1. He loved Ernesto and 2. He wanted to provide for his wife and daughter! Even if that meant he had to do something he was slightly uncomfortable with. Ignoring his wants to stay at home, he took the chance! He took the risk. If being away for a while meant more money and hence a better life for his family, he gladly make that jump! It is absolutely selfless but also admireble! Like, that's what a good father does! He couldn't have know how much Ernesto would change during that time, nor that he would eventually snap and get him killed. And Héctor did stand up for himself! He's not a weak, idiot who let's himself get pushed around! Most of the time he's just peace seeking and slow to anger! Which, are RIGHT traits according to God! And to me too! It might get you hurt and some people might take adventage of your kindness but what exactly is bad then? Your kindness, selflessness or those mean people? Aha, see what I'm getting at? Nobody should change their positove traits or harden their hearts just because others are in darkness! It's a whole different thing to draw lines and stand up for yourself. And Héctor does!

"His irresbonsibility"

*big sigh* Ok, there are 2 reasons mentioned to put the stamp irresponsible on Héctor's forehead and it get's me mad!

The thing about him lending things and losing them all! Well, Héctor tried desperatly to cross the flower bridge for decades! He tried everything to cross. Lending himself stuff and noz being able to return them wasn't because he's careless and irresponsible! He just couldn't bring them back! Take a look at his broken bones, his knocked out teeth, his scratches and THINK for a second! All the horrific accidents he must have gotten into. He surely aimed to bring each and every item back but they all got lost or destroyed in the process. And I don't think Héctor made an attempt to cross with it most likely failing at the back of his mind. He just went for it! Remember how he bolted forward once he was through the check? All his mind is focused on is "I need to get to and see my baby!" And before that it was "I need to get to and see my wife and baby!"

If Héctor had the chance to bring the items back, he would have! He wanted to take the Frida costume back but who forbit him to do so? The officer! (Joke's on him though because it'll be Ceci giving him hell later"

He was being irresponsible with Miguel ...

Someone said it would have been easier to just hand over Miguel to the police and have them sort it out! Well, have you seen how Miguel ran from his own family to get his way? He ran from Héctor too once he figured out Miguel had relatives around! Héctor helped Miguel first and foremost because out of desperstion! Miguel was the BIGGEST ticket for him to be able to cross, by letting him bring the photo back. But for Miguel to do so, he had to help him bring him to Ernesto. And that's what Héctor did. He tried hi best to get Miguel to Ernesto as fast as possible. Not to forget, that it was a race of life and death for both.

And Miguel is a kid! And obviously he's acting like one now and then! And Héctor paniced when Miguel ran off. Because he worried for him! If his deal wouldn't work, he would look for another way but Miguel could die! Yes, Héctor might not always make right decissions, but he is giving his best and he always means well! And we also need tp consider his condition! He knows he'll most likely not last the night, yet he still risks that and helps Miguel.

Of course we see Hèctor later on pleading with Miguel one last time that they had a deal but then in the cenote, he caves in. He's getting weaker by the second, the process of him fading has begun. And even through his pain, he is still comforting Miguel.

Him being clumsy and him lying is also often seen as one of his flaws. And while I absolutely agree, that yes, he's a huge clutz and he's both accident prone and sometimes too reckless when it comes to his own health and savety, I wouldn't call his lying a flaw in the classical way. Because, the only times we see Héctor lying in the movie is so he can get as much as a hinge closer to his goal of crossing the bridge. That's how important his daughter is to him! Lying is never good, but he lies out of desperation. (In my book, young Héctor sometimes used his catch phrase "That was a lie! I apologize for it!" as a means of his humor, and, or to calm his opposite. And Héctor is darn humorous!

Now to what I point out in my book, not necessarily flaws but things that get Héctor into trouble often

His kindness

His altruismn, selflessness

Him ignoring his own needs and wants for the wellbeing of others

His clumsiness

His recklessness

His trait to always see the good in people

His stubborness

And while most of those are wonderful character traits, as mentioned above, in a world where such personalities as Hèctor are rare, it's hard to get around.

What do you guy's think?

#pixar coco #coco 2017 #coco hector #héctor rivera

[catchyhuh]

RANKED BY HOW SQUEAMISH THEY GET AROUND BLOOD

self explanatory baby let’s get into it. except it’s not totally self explanatory because this accidentally bled (haha get it) into an analysis about how they handle seeing death too. THIS ONE GOT WILD

WARNING!! we’re not going to get like, excessively detailed, but there will be discussions of. you know. death, blood, violence, what happens when human bodies are shot and stabbed and the other grotesque shit that happens to them in this series. stuff like that! we’re going to be getting into it quite a bit so heads up

goemon is easily the LEAST bothered by the sight of blood, or gore in any capacity. not to say he’s fully desensitized to it-- on an objective level, it bothers him, like it would anybody, to see some undeserving living creature torn up like that. but his method of. you know. HANDLING PROBLEMS is a little bit messier than a gunshot from afar, so he got used to grizzly sights pretty quickly, ones that he himself was responsible for or otherwise. you could show goemon some absolutely horrific, mangled shit, and his expression would hardly change. he’s not very proud of that fact but i guess in that sense it’s the one thing in his training that really, REALLY 100% never fails to pay off.

the only reason jigen is SLIGHTLY more bothered by it (just slightly) is because he usually only sees uh. gunshot wounds, like we said, whereas when goemon is done with some monster of the week or whatever THAT guy looks like he fell into a person-sized papershredder. unfortunately he. is a LITTLE desensitized to bullet wounds, not in a malicious way, but it just does not bother him like it should since he sees it so, SO much. goemon can easily place himself in the shoes of a bloody victim, but jigen just sees a dead body as. a body. THIS ONE IS REALLY GRUESOME NOW THAT I’M WRITING IT I’M GONNA GO BACK AND ADJUST THAT TW

and again, fujiko is only SLIGHTLY above jigen here, too. the only difference is that she, like goemon, sees the human behind the meat a bit too much, and certain sights are just a bit too much. jigen shuts down entirely, but fujiko stares with quiet shock. however, she’s never bothered by the result of her OWN carnage, you know? sometimes jigen or goemon take down a particular guy and they go “damn… rest in peace, sorry bastard” BUT NOT FUJIKO LMAOOO fujiko does not misfire. fujiko does not regret a single knife thrown, a single bullet shot. so the visual results of that mean like, nothing to her. idiot had it coming!

you’re probably picking up that these are very faint increments here, AND WE’RE NOT STOPPING BECAUSE LUPIN ALSO IS ONLY SLIGHTLY MORE SENSITIVE THAN FUJIKO HERE like fujiko he does not hesitate killing a motherfucker if he has to, but (you may have noticed this in canon too) he always feels a bit… weird about it. even if the opposition 100% had it coming, and then some, it’s not the act of their rightful death that bothers him, but the fact HE had to be the one to do it, that there is (literally sometimes) blood on his hands. out of the gang he’s always been the most staunchly anti-murder, to the point anyone can tell lupin’s alleged involvement in a crime is a lie if there are any murder victims, where the others… have never tried to say they’d never take a human life IT’S NOT FUNNY BUT. IT’S A BIT FUNNY. THE GUY LEADING THESE VIOLENT CRIMINALS DRAWS THE LINE AT MURDER sorry we’re getting off topic a smidge. the point is, lupin is the type of guy who kills only through necessity but also faints when he gets his blood drawn just because the sight of his OWN blood is so gross ew!

and then the most abnormal normal guy! everybody say hi zenigata! it’s no question that he’s got the lowest murder count, (i feel like, not counting manga stuff, he’s maybe indirectly killed two people max?) and also tends to be the most (reasonably) sensitive about horrible shit like this. it’s not that he’s some weak link who faints when somebody’s arm is broken so badly the bone is sticking out, like no question he could stare down some shit you and i would easily be (AGAIN, REASONABLY) horrified and left in shock by. it’s just that in comparison to the others and the others alone, he would be the only one to be visibly alarmed and pale upon seeing a body left mutilated and twisted to the point it doesn’t look human anymore. but yeah based on rule of funny he’d ALSO faint when you draw his blood. or he would if the needle could get through his impossibly thick skin. what’s this motherfucker made of honestly

#i dont know what possessed me here this just. appeared on my screen before me. i mean it's really not THAT bad #but just coming out of the blue. hm. probably needs a warning! #lupin iii #lupin the third #lupin #jigen #fujiko #goemon #zenigata

[iwritenarrativesandstuff]

There’s always been something that bothered me about whenever I try to explain the concept of Hatoful Boyfriend and most people’s immediate reaction is “oh! Like Doki Doki!”. My response is always just “…I guess?” because I could never quite explain why that felt wrong to me but I think I finally can put a finger on it now.

(To be clear, I’ve played and enjoyed both games. They’re both fun - this isn’t a criticism at all! I just think they’re, at their cores, two very different things. Also I don’t spoil anything for either game here beyond the obvious; that is, that these games are not what they seem to be at first glance, which I’m pretty sure most people know going in. If that amount of spoiler still bothers you, then stop reading here and play the games first!!!)

When people compare the two games, I 100% understand where they’re coming from. It’s the same gimmick I suppose: cutesy looking or joke visual novel actually turns out to be a smokescreen to hide the horrors within. But. Like. I feel like that’s where the similarities end.

See, DDLC’s whole point is to be shocking. It’s intended to make you jump and disturb you. It’s primarily a horror game with you, the player, as its focal point, and as a result the characters are only really there to be used by the story. The majority of the characters, with the exception of one, are pretty straightforward and lean heavily on the tropes commonly used in dating sims so the game can later distort them in increasingly horrific ways - with the intent of shocking and scaring you. The characters are more tools to be used to tell the story and create the experience than fully fleshed out people, which I think works out well thematically for DDLC. It’s effective in the sense where the characters aren’t really what draws you in, but rather the premise and the anticipation of getting a good scare out of it, with some existential stuff mixed in there for a pretty cool experience. You came to get scared right? Well that’s what you got.

But Hatoful is very different because its intent is not to shock or scare you necessarily. Hatoful, since its initial development, has been designed to make you care. Hato Moa made the game intending for people to start it because of its ridiculous concept, but then to discover it’s depth along the way. Hatoful doesn’t want to jump scare you. It wants to tell you a story. It delves into horror, that’s true, but the horror is much more psychological and it stems from the character’s actions. It’s a character driven story at its core, and it does this by taking itself seriously. It knows it’s completely absurd and leans into the absurdity, but the character interactions are real, so that when actual plot begins to happen, you’ll wonder when you started getting so attached. The characters twist typical dating sim tropes again, but this time to ask “hey why is this character like this? maybe it’s not so straightforward as you think”. And then the game goes a step further and reveals that there is an actual in-universe reason for its insane setup of “a human girl goes to bird school which is for birds and dates pigeons”. Hatoful is less tongue in cheek and more completely unabashed about it’s ridiculous premise and plays it straight - which in turn makes its serious moments shockingly genuine. That, to me, is why it works. The point is to delve into the characters. The plot is driven by the characters. It’s horrifying at times because the characters will sometimes make or be forced to make horrific choices. It’s not a gimmick. It’s a cohesive story. It’s just asking you to dig into it a little further to get there.

Tldr; DDLC is a cutesy facade and Hatoful is unabashedly absurd. DDLC wants to scare you and Hatoful wants you to care. DDLC uses its characters as tools for the experience while Hatoful’s whole point is the characters.

Editing based off a reblog that made me aware I was not completely fair with DDLC here (again, still trying not to spoil too much): The experience in DDLC is heavily based on its thematic content. When I say “the characters serve the experience” and “it wants to scare you” I don’t mean this shallowly, and I think it can and has been frequently misinterpreted in this way. In DDLC, the horror comes from the situation. In that sense, it’s thematically appropriate that the characters are tools in that way - that’s actually part of it and you are meant to feel bad for them - their situations, issues, and personalities are thematically relevant and sympathetic. I shouldn’t have juxtaposed “to scare you” and “to make you care”; that was far too simplistic a summary to the point where it is inaccurate. They both want you to care - a story only has power if you care about it. But I do still feel strongly that DDLC’s draw is the terrifying situation it impresses on the player, and the self-aware questions it asks (in which characters are put through the existential oppressive wringer to emphasize these themes), while Hatoful primarily relies on you slowly but surely acclimating to the absurdity so it can tell what is simultaneously an off the walls story that is also genuine and believable for the characters you’ve grown to know.

#if you’ve compared them I’m not mad I promise! I totally get why they’re grouped together when you haven’t played them #I just needed to verbalize this for some reason. probably no one will read this lol but oh well I wrote it for me #whether you think these games were successful in what they set out to do will vary according to personal taste #but the point is that they set out to do very different things here #hatoful boyfriend #not tagging as ddlc because this is more about hatoful tbh and about the struggles I have trying to recommend it 😞 #also hi everyone. it’s been awhile. I promise I have bsd stuff too it’s just been really hectic lately #storyrambles

[nkjemisin]

"How easy/hard is it for cities to be born, and what cities do you think will be born next?"

Got this set of questions from a reader, but I can't post the actual ask due to spoilers. I've paraphrased the questions, and here are the answers, sans spoilers. This post is long, so first a cut:

Hi there! I'm afraid I have to answer this privately because of the spoilers in your ask. But since my reply contains info that might be interesting to other readers of my books, I'm going to publicly post a redacted version of my answer, paraphrasing your q without the spoilers. I'll leave your name out of it, unless you prefer otherwise.

Re cities being born -- it's not an "easy/hard" thing, it's a "critical mass" thing. Basically as more and more minds focus on that city and imbue it with their beliefs and imaginings, these become the metaphysical building blocks of city life, which build up and interact. Let's call them, uh, "citimino acids," lol. Many things can disrupt this buildup -- the city's character changing drastically and quickly, natural or societal disasters, a hit TV show a la "Miami Vice" from back in the day. These changes introduce fresh citimino acids, and some of the new ones are incompatible with some of the old ones, so the primordial soup stops churning for a while as the city develops a new character or reputation. But if the soup is allowed to churn up again, for a period that varies per city, then the acids eventually spark into life. At this point, the process changes to something more like human pregnancy, because humans are driving it. The physical city starts to "gestate" a metaphysical self: a mind, free will, whatever you want to call it. (I'll call it a soul.) At this point city avatars start being able to sense the developing meta-city; that's how the Summit knows to send someone when the "due date" draws close. Proto-avatars of that city can sense it, too, as Neek did in the short story/prologue of TCWB.

This process eventually happens in most new cities that develop any kind of distinctive culture. It also happens in old cities that have been through a period of upheaval, like a conquest or a major disaster. Complete destruction of a city (see: Pompeii) would obviously kill its soul. But for cities that only get partially destroyed, the city's soul (and avatar) survives on the sufferance of belief. If a city gets conquered or its population killed by a disaster or something equally horrific, every human being who hears about it is going to have a thought about that city. If enough of those people think, "Well, that's just life in [City], its citizens ought to be used to this kind of thing," then the city retains its character, stays alive, and the avatar lives. (See: Istanbul.) But if enough people think, "Oh no, the [City] that I knew is gone! It's never going to be the same, what a shame, we went there on our honeymoon," then the physical city might be rebuilt, but the city's soul (and avatar) wil die. A new soul might eventually be reborn, but it will be a different soul. Roman Empire-era Rome is very different from the Rome of today. That city has had several avatars down the ages.

Anyway, tl;dr, colonialism is why there's so much city birth happening in the Western Hemisphere. And all the technological and cultural revolutions the world has had in the past few centuries have created other clusters; consider all the new "planned cities" in Africa and Asia, for example. So because of all this global upheaval, the Summit is going to be very busy for a while.

(This is stuff I sketched out a few years back, when I was figuring out how "city magic" worked. I tried not to put too much of it in the books, however. Just because I suffer for my art doesn't mean everybody else has to.)

Off the top of my head, US cities that will definitely (eventually) get born include, in addition to the ones mentioned in the books: Los Angeles (per the original short story), New Orleans again, the Bay Area, and Boston. But feel free to imagine more, because I haven't exactly visited every city in America so my impressions of them are naturally going to be biased.

Outside the US, I honestly don't know enough about other countries to tell. I would guess most of the 10 largest cities in Central and South America, but it won't be in order of size, it'll be in order of culture/renown/public opinion.

Whew, long answer. Hope that answers your questions. And thanks!

#answered asks #the great cities

[focsle]

hello! i have a question: what draws you to whaling and that specific era of time in history? how long has it been an interest of yours?

Oh a much too big question for me to answer adequately in one ask. I’ve written tens of thousands of words on this history and the specific points of it that draw me. I’m pouring years of my life into a 400+ page comic about it. Catch me at 3am talking about reincarnation and how much I feel this all caught up in my soul-stuff. This will not be an answer that fully does my feelings justice. But I’ll link to some of my writings in this response that maybe do that better.

I’ve been deeply researching this history for over a decade, but I’ve always had a nautical bent to my childhood that probably sparked it. My grandfather was a Navy man. His house was covered in weird pirate sculptures and little creatures and art pieces he made out of shells and I think I inherited my sense of aesthetics from him. My mum was drawn to sea stories and things of that nature that was probably passed on to me in some way. Like most kids that sea bent manifested in an early interest in pirates, (tho the brief moby dick section of The Pagemaster was formative…it’s funny, I didn’t read Moby Dick until several years into my deeper dive into this history and then I was like ‘ohhhh….melville gets it). Learning about the Globe mutiny many years ago was a big spark to diving more specifically into said history. I first read a book about it where the writer’s (what I now consider, wobbly) thesis was that it was something about the industry itself that generated something within the perpetrator to choose a whaleship for premeditated slaughter, and the story was so rattling to me that I wanted to know what it was about that world that drove someone to something like that.

But instead I found a world that had so much humanity in it. It was one with a unique and isolated society that was unlike any other social sphere. Years on a ship that was a floating home, a floating factory, that had a relationship to the sea in a way that even other maritime trades did not. Fishing had/has some similarities, but not for the same isolating length or uniquely horrific and gruesome labor that whaling voyages held. The merchant trade had briefer voyages on more expected and well-trod routes. Even piracy followed the shipping lines of humanity more than anything else. With whaling your only destination was the sea, in a longer reach as the whaling grounds depleted and the industry stretched on to bring people to further and lonelier places. Where men would briefly touch land maybe every six months, and have liberty in port maybe even fewer times than that. That they were to go out there, and they weren’t to come back until they got enough oil to make the voyage worth it. It was an industry that drew men of so many different backgrounds and motivations, but the common thread tended to be that they were all very young, and that many of them were trying to find something in themselves or for themselves. An industry full of contradictions that I feel is most poetically expressed in scrimshaw, and one of the few places to see a preserved piece of art from an ordinary man. To see a small window into his emotional world and where his heart was in those long stretches of boredom. It was a space of brutal work, demoralizing work, and repulsive work, one where death was a constant shadow for both men and whales in a way that their lives were always inseparably on the same uncertain coin. But within that world, maybe despite that world, there was also a great deal of humanity, be it their music and sense of play, their whaler-specific social functions, their vulnerability. 

That whaling history luxuriously is a field where the words of hundreds of ordinary working class men have been preserved in diaries and logbooks means I get to know so many of them beyond statistics or names in a database. I get to learn about them on a personal level. I know what they worry about, what their favorite foods are, who they care about, when they have fun, when they’re miserable, sometimes what they find sexy, what makes them cry, and what makes them laugh, and what sort of man they hoped to be. In some of them I was reminded so much of myself, but in all of them I saw their unique and individual humanity, for better or for worse. So many of them carried a societal self consciousness within them that made me understand and feel for them. They often weren’t sure where they fit in a world that wasn’t a whaleship, even if that whaleship was a point of great hardship for them. So many of them wanted to be remembered in ways that they necessarily weren’t—few of them became historically important men, many of them died young or didn’t live to see home again, many of them may not have felt like they had anyone who cared about them, but they all had an existence they still clung to, that I feel compelled to try to honor and remember because I feel so much of them within me through that common thread of humanity.

This is a long answer, but as I said I still can’t express this in any way that isn’t shallow in this small space I have. It’s an interest that is both a personal, academic, and daresay spiritual one. I think to fully understand what draws me to it, you just gotta continually lurk in my awhalin tag and that ongoing comic of mine @goingtoweather. But hopefully this is a satisfying enough summary.

#asks #anonymous #awhalin #this is my remedy for the too-many-note shallow whaling post still going around about why I’m interested

[wouldntyou-liketoknow]

Can we get headcannons of the NWTB egos with a reader who’s the embodiment of a child’s fear pretty pretty please 🥺

Oh, fine. But only because you added two "pretties" to your request, lol.

(Side note: I really only write for Phantom, Bones, and Natemare on occasion, so these will just be headcanons for them. I know Nate has more egos than these three, but these are the ones I have an actual attachment to.)

Since fear is such a complex thing, and since there are literally hundreds of phobias out there, we'll just assume that the reader is the embodiment of fear in general, just. . .specifically for kids, I guess.

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Phantom

If you've read my stories about Phantom, then you know that I personally see him as an eldritch abomination. He wears a glamour to blend in with humans most of the time, but underneath said glamour, he's got all the qualifications. Body horror cranked up to eleven, mind-melting vibes, the whole shebang.

That being said, to compare an embodiment of fear to a creature like him is. . .interesting. Very, very interesting. On the one hand, you're partially the reason Phantom has his status as such a horrific monstrosity. Without fear, he might not have the amount of respect and power he's earned throughout the years.

On the other hand. . .well, he's the kind of thing that adults (humans and lesser-monsters alike) learn to fear one way or another. Although children are always more intelligent and observant than they're given credit for, they just can't exactly process things like Phantom. They can process fear itself, as well as nightmares/terrors, but they can't really grasp something so raw. Interacting with an eldritch creature means having to accept the unacceptable, to confront the fact that the universe is much more fluid and indifferent and wrong than it was already thought to be. And, thankfully, young minds that are so busy developing themselves can't face that stuff for a matter of time.

Anyway, on top of all the outer monstrosity stuff, Phantom is nothing if not a smug bastard. So, he'd definitely use the supernatural/cosmic hierarchy to poke some fun at you. Remember, a lot of his work focuses on stuff like greed or desperation and the like. Oftentimes, a lack of fear is what leads his clients to sign his contracts.

Even so, he'd still hold respect for you. Fear is a completely natural thing for humans; in fact, it's necessary for survival (see the previous passage). Children can use their fears to grow, to discover things about themselves. They can work hard to overcome their fears, and then feel proud and strong once they reach that goal. Even if they don't overcome their fears, they can still find ways to coexist with them. They can learn all sorts of things from their fears. They might draw inspiration from their fears to create art, or use their fears to try and protect others. The possibilities are endless.

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Bones

As a revenant, Bones is all-too familiar with fear. It was one of the things to overwhelm him as he died, as well as when he entered the process of becoming undead. So, he'd admittedly act hostile toward you at first. (Not like that's too different from how he acts with pretty much everyone.) He may be supernaturally strong and technically immortal, but he's not invulnerable. Nowadays, fear is like a syringe to his pain. It makes his spasms worse, makes his heart and lungs burn, makes his brain swim.

Though he can't remember the majority of his past life, he can remember feeling fear in his childhood. And the lack of memories makes those feelings even worse, because he doesn't know what they were about, or what caused them, or, or, or. . .

Still, in a strange way, a child's fear can hold some portion of a child's innocence. (Keep in mind, this very much depends on circumstance.) And innocence is something Bones hasn't seen or felt for a very, very long time. Interacting with children's fears personified just might provide a brief window to it. That wouldn't really alleviate any of his pain, but it might make him feel calm for a few minutes.

If he were to form a legitimate friendship with you, he could potentially see you as a way to keep kids away from him. Which, in turn, would ensure that no children experience the pain he emits as a revenant. Yeah, Bones is spiteful and negative (and definitely sadistic in certain scenarios), but he's not enough of a monster to want to harm kids.

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Natemare

If we're keeping the FNAF lore in mind, Natemare is something of a guardian to children, thanks to his ties with the Marionette. Due to that, he'd probably be wary of you at first. The ghostly kids he's cared for in the past were all most certainly scared in the last moments of their lives, and even more so during their afterlives.

Then again, part of Mare's care and guidance for those ghost-children was helping them terrify any living adults who could've been connected to their deaths. And since that's somewhat justified. . .well, it's complicated, but he can still sort of understand your role in the grand scheme of things.

Plus, like I said before with Phantom: fear has a positive side. It's the thing that can prepare kids for the world, help them grow, push them to be careful with the decisions they make. So, with that in mind, Mare would have some genuine respect for you. Perhaps there could be some kind of weird yin-yang scenario between the two of you.

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(I'm so sorry for all the waxing eloquent here 😅)

@that-bat @th3w00ds @nwtbobsessedemo

#the edgelord gets fed #asks #nathan sharp #natewantstobattle #nwtb egos #phantom nwtb #bones nwtb #natemare nwtb

[batwynn]

The new Sora AI is terrifying. It looks too real and wrong. It can create realistic and convincing images of humans who never existed. It will be used by the film industry to replace actual VFX talent. And there's a whole lot of other ways it can be misused. False narratives. Fake crime evidence. Revenge porn. It's absolutely horrific. Never before had a video of golden retriever puppies playing in the snow ever felt so...dystopian.

It’s pretty shitty, not gonna lie anon. I’ve already seen so many people I had respect for sharing this kind of stuff with complete fabrications/missinfo.

(This is just glossing right over the fandoms I’ve seen crumble into piles of shit because of people using it while ignoring all the artists begging them to stop fucking stealing from us. Because we got to find out that we don’t matter to the majority at all and that’s been such a fun time.)

But the really wild thing, to me, is that this missinfo and aye eye shit is being shared by people who consider themselves ‘good’ people, who want to believe the lie because it fuels their beliefs no matter how wild and ludicrous the aye eye lie is. And yeah, half the time it’s just some made up couch or natgeo looking ‘photo’ and it’s maybe not as serious. (I could argue for days that fabricating BIPOC people for clout is a special level of fucking horrific and deadly serious, but that’s a whole other post.) But some of it is. Some of it is really serious, and the lies are dangerous. Some of it is damaging to important causes, or things that deeply damage the beliefs in certain systems that need to be held. It’s genuinely upsetting to see someone who’s supposed to care about something that affects real lives sharing an outright lie because they either don’t care about their integrity or the integrity of the cause/movement, or they genuinely can’t tell an outright lie from reality.

And I know this won’t stop the ‘other side’ from making and spreading lies like this. I know not doing it won’t really make us ‘better’ people. But doing it has already cast doubts on really serious issues by people who would otherwise choose to side with us. Who would choose to care about the same thing. Who care about the actual facts about the other ‘side’ more than a fabricated picture of Do nald Tru mp or JK R doing something ‘evil’. Because as fun as it probably is to get some of your frustrations out by making a visual ‘proof’ of how awful those people are, what it’s doing is making someone on the fence look at us and see that we also lie and manipulate. And it doesn’t matter if the other ‘side’ does it, too. Because to them, we’re still supposed to be the side of ‘good’. We’re not expected to lie and spread misinformation like they are. We’re held to a different standard, even if the standard isn’t fair.

And it’s not fair. But none of this is. We’ve always started the race fifty paces back, with a million more eyes on us and a heavier layer of expectations. We always had to be better, because a minority and/or an oppressed group of people has never been allowed to be real, messy, living people.

Anyway.

It also makes me want to go feral af and draw less and less realistic, for some reason.

#aye eye #nice anon #politics #lies #oppression