#aw man this was fun to write

[as-the-stars-foretold]

the rise of icarus

In which Icarus decides to take revenge.

TW: talks of death, descriptions of blood, yelling/fighting

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The air was metallic and warm. The smell filled every inch of your sinuses and invaded every receptor. It was damp by the edge of the forest and the metallic smell clung to the humid air. It was like breathing in a furnace full of iron.

“Mica? Mica? This isn’t funny anymore,” she said softly, shaking the man who now lay in a crumpled heap in her arms. “Wake up, please. Your sister is waiting for you and- and Epi was going to help you make your mom’s favorite dinner. You said we could watch a movie after!” He didn’t respond.

“Please! Mica, wake up! This isn’t fair!” Their sobbing echoed through the empty street, a cacophonous chorus of hiccups and pleading. “You were just two months older than me and your birthday was coming up! You were supposed to turn twenty-four! The rest of us were supposed to make a cake for you and you were supposed to hate it because basically none of us can bake!” His body was cooling far too fast and touching him scared her. But not touching him, not giving him this company for the last time scared her more.

She had sat there for hours, cradling his body, begging for him to wake up, calling his name. She begged and prayed and bargained, but the impassive Universe did not heed her wishes. It never did. He was cold now, and the rosy flush to his skin was gone, but he still wore a soft smile on his face. Tears, both his own and his friend’s, stained his cheeks and shirt. Nyx kept brushing them away, even though two more would replace the one removed. She picked his body up, struggling a little at the weight but determined not to drop him. The recorder was in her pocket, a heavy reminder of what the intel had cost. They left the bodies of the mercenaries at the mercy of whoever, whatever, found them.

The journey back home was the worst thing they’d ever had to endure. Nyx walked slowly, careful not to miss a step. A missed step for her meant nothing, but a misstep for his broken body meant dishonour. She couldn’t keep Mica alive, but she’d be damned if she didn’t honor him. But worse than that, they knew, was going to be telling the others. As soon as she realized that, she gasped. “Shit, shit, shit!” Gently setting Mica’s limp body against a tree, Nyx fished out their communicator. Cody immediately picked up.

“Boss! You just- just stormed out. Is everything okay?”

“No. Is Mica’s sister there or did she go home?” She waited as Cody yelled something inaudible to another person. Oh, how she dreaded what the next questions were going to be.

“She went back home. Why? What happened?” They sighed, trying to keep their voice from shaking too much.

“Cody. I need you to promise me something. No matter what I tell you when I get back, you need to keep your calm as much as possible.”

“...Alright? Wait, what did you mean by when I get back—” She disconnected the communicator, shaking once more. Cody was clever. He’d figure out what happened quickly enough, probably before they returned. And they dreaded that. How would they explain to Mica’s childhood friend, to his little sister, to his coworkers… What had happened?

Nyx picked him up again, numbness creeping in where dread had been minutes before. They’d have to tell them one way or another, just like they had to tell their friend’s family that their only daughter died. It wasn’t fair. No person should have to tell loved ones about the deaths of their beloved children, siblings, parents so many times. But this had happened often enough that she had grown numb to it. Except this time was different. It was rawer, just like the first time, but angry too.

Anger, anger, anger… they were rather familiar with that emotion. Not in themself, of course, but in their best friends. Or, as the Universe would have it, ex-best friends. The Torchbearer’s drive came from righteous morality and anger. Delphiniums’s power came from anger at their injustice. She was the only one of the three to not have harnessed that anger, to not have burnt their enemies to the ground. Instead, Nyx… watched. She watched the flames dance around the town, sometimes reveling in their hypnotic movements and other times grieving what once was. She knew better than to let her anger control her. But times were a-changing, and the Flamebringer had a path to light.

Standing at the threshold of the Neutralist Headquarters, they shivered. Panic, desperation, guilt, fear—it pulsed and swirled under their careful mask of numbness. Nyx kicked the door three times, holding tight to Mica’s body. The door swung open seconds later. Cody looked at them, worry slowly turning into shock. He stepped to the side silently, a numb invitation for Nyx. She entered and heard the door shut behind them. It sounded like the safety of a gun. They ignored the stares of their agents, instead moving swiftly to the couch and setting Mica’s body down. Kneeling next to him, she bowed her head. Taking a few calming breaths, she spoke.

“I want everybody to report to the Main Hall immediately. This is urgent.” Cody was at her side as soon as she finished speaking. They didn’t look up at the mechanic, but they knew his hands were shaking. He knelt next to her, softly touching Mica’s cold hand. He moved silently as the other agents filtered in. He fixed Mica’s hair, which had come undone somewhere in the fight, scraping out dried blood with his bare hands. He adjusted the necklace and repositioned his arms. Something to keep his hands moving until Nyx could explain what had happened.

A few minutes later and everyone was there. Reactions ranged from shock to horror, sadness to blankness. Cody had moved back into the crowd by now, leaving Nyx to stand alone by Mica’s body. Taking another breath, she spoke softly. Her voice still echoed.

“3:51 PM. Mica was at site three to gather the intel I had talked about a few weeks prior. He accidentally got the attention of Metaphor Mercenaries. He alerted me to that and I agreed to be stationed halfway away. He finished getting the recording, but the mercenaries met him outside the building.” It wasn’t the time for her to grieve. It was the time for her to be the leader her agents needed.

“He held them off for a few minutes while I got to the site, but by then… it was too late,” she took a shaky breath, not meeting anyone’s eyes. “It was a quick death. One bullet to the heart.”

Silence met her. A few shaky breaths and a couple whimpers were the only things that broke it. She waited for them to say something, anything. And finally, a voice rang out.

“What happened to the mercenaries?”

She smiled at that. A dangerous, vicious smile. “Dead.” That word seemed to alleviate some of the tension in the room. Satisfaction that Mica’s murderers had gotten what they deserved. They knew it wasn’t enough.

There were no questions after that. Nyx dismissed everyone, giving them three weeks off with full pay. Some people left quickly, glancing just once at the body. Others took their time, whispering to him or holding his hand before leaving. Soon enough, the only people left in the building were Nyx, Epimetheus, and Cody. Epimetheus was in their office, likely running through various programs to see which one would help them handle the news the best. This left Cody and Nyx.

They were on the roof, sitting on the edge. Neither of them said a word. Nyx stayed quiet, knowing that Cody had something to say. But when he said nothing, she decided to start the painful conversation.

“I need to tell his sister about him. Should she stay with us or would sending her to her parents be the better option?”

Cody didn’t say anything for a moment. As the silence stretched on, Nyx grew anxious. I need to tell him the context, at least. He needs to know what I have planned for the organization. I need to give him closure. Finally, he responded.

“Send her back. It’s not fair to keep her in the city where her brother died.” Nyx nodded, looking at the horizon. The city’s golden glow, which used to comfort her, now just made her angry. This wasn’t her city, their city anymore. It was a tyrant’s city. It was a ghost town.

They fell back into ruthless silence. Nyx resisted the urge to tackle Cody in a hug, to apologize to him until the sun came up. It wouldn’t do either of them any good. Cody wasn’t that type of person. When he wanted to speak about what was bothering him, he would do so.

“Nyx, I need to ask you something.”

Dread.

“Yes?”

“Why… Why did you let him go on the field mission? Why did you even announce that to us? You never used to before.” She sighed, turning to look at Cody.

“I let him go because it’s what he wanted. He told me he was bored, that he felt useless with nothing to do. I didn’t think… I didn’t think tha—”

“You don’t ever think, do you?” She flinched at this, meeting his eyes for the first time in hours. His eyes blazed with a fury so violent it almost made her want to cry. “You don’t think! Prometheus, it’s always the extremes with you. Either you don’t let any of us on field missions or you get someone killed on one!”

“I didn’t want him to go!” She yelled, standing up on the ledge. “I was telling him he was underprepared, that he should have me come with him! He wanted to feel useful? Fine! But it would have done him no harm to let me go with hi—”

“THEN WHY DIDN’T YOU?!” She paused. He was right. Why didn’t she? “I’LL TELL YOU WHY! BECAUSE YOU’RE A GOD DAMNED PUSHOVER!”

“Cody—”

“No, don’t you dare interrupt me! You don’t stand up to anyone, Nyx! Not even your own agent, your own friend. If you felt that going with him would have been the better option, why didn’t you force him to take you?! You were his boss, and more than that, the man would have done anything for you!” Cody paused, breathing heavily. Tears were building in his eyes and Nyx wanted nothing more than to apologize a thousand times.

“In fact, he did do anything for you! When Epimetheus disappeared, he shouldered on twice the responsibility so that you wouldn’t have to! So that you could focus on being the leader the rest of us needed.” He scoffed, glaring at her. “You didn’t even do that. And not to mention him changing his code after that… that night with Torchbearer.”

He had noticed. He had noticed her spiraling. That shook Nyx. She had tried to hide it from everyone, especially Mica. And he had still noticed and cared enough to signal to her that he noticed.

“I’m…” she sighed, shoving down the apology for later, “I know. I wasn’t, and haven’t been, the leader you all need. I regret that so, so much. You’re right, I should have forced him to take me with. Hell, I shouldn’t have announced the mission in the first place! I should’ve just found another way to keep him busy, happy. You’re right.” Cody stared at her expectantly, waiting for her to continue. She looked back towards the horizon.

“I’m sorry. I was pretending to be strong enough to lead you all and that illusion failed. I wanted to protect you all but I couldn’t fight for us. I’m sorry. I was just… lost. Confused, scared. I didn’t know what I was doing, and honestly? I still don’t. But, Cody,” she said, meeting his eyes, “I do know one thing. And that is that I will die for you all if- when the time comes.”

He stared at her. Then he laughed. Loudly, heartily. He bent over, clutching his sides. They stared incredulously at him, anger and fear merging into one. “Oh, Prometheus,” he cooed, wiping tears from his eyes. “Valiant speech, boss. But you haven’t acknowledged the elephant in the room yet.” He met her eyes again, and she was taken aback by the near hatred in his warm brown eyes. “You were the cause of his death. It’s your fault.” Nyx blinked. Then she scoffed.

“I know that, Cody. Obviously it’s my fault. I was the one who sent him on the mission, I was the one who didn’t get there fast enough to save him. But you’re not talking about an important piece of the puzzle,” she leaned down to look at him face to face. “The Mafia is the man behind the murder. Sure, it was my mission that killed him, but the reason for that mission? The Revolution. The reason for the Revolution? The Metaphor Mafia.” She stopped at that, considering her next words. Cody, and for that matter, the rest of the Neutralists, didn’t know of her… rather personal connection to the Mafia.

“And the reason for the Mafia, Cody? Delphiniums.”

He looked at her, frowning. He knew all that, so why was she telling him? They sighed.

“Let me give you some context.”

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“When I was younger, maybe not even an adult, I began my work with the Mafia. My two best friends worked for the Mafia as well. One of them was Wolfsbane. The other? Delphiniums themself. Now, believe it or not, I was rather mouthy back then. I talked back to Delphiniums and they did not like that. They told me I’d be given a punishment for that. I didn’t believe them but… well…

A few days later, I was getting lunch with a friend. She was the sweetest, kindest soul ever. We were sitting outside the restaurant, catching up when suddenly, she keeled over. Understandably, everyone was freaked out. Before people started crowding around our table, though, I grabbed the dart that was on her. It had a little note attached to it. ‘Rule #3: Don’t talk back.’ I knew what had happened, then. I’d been dealt my punishment.” She paused, looking at Cody for permission to continue. When he nodded, she spoke again.

“That was the first death I experienced caused by the Mafia. After that, it sent me into a sort of… paranoia spiral and I pushed everyone away. And then, after Wolfsbane defected with a bang, I started working with the Rev and the Mafia. Around that time, Hephaestus, is when I formed the Neutralists. I will confess, the Neutralists were originally a way for me to play three sides of the game at once, but then you all morphed into… my own, I guess. My friends, my allies, something I needed to protect. Failed a bit at that but…” Cody nodded, leaning back. She glanced down at him, but the man was unreadable. She felt a flicker of pride at that. He was an open book before joining, but now he could mask his thoughts better than she could.

He was silent for a long time, before finally looking up at her, understanding drawn on his face. “So what you’re saying is that technically… the entire thing is the Mafia’s fault?”

“Not technically. Explicitly.”

“Right. But it’s also your fault in that you were forced into this ‘game,’ as you called it, and the game wrapped you up in strings too tight.”

“Precisely. I was forced into this, into… being a pushover, as you said, by Delphiniums.”

“But why didn’t you fight back?” That’s what she liked about Cody. He was always asking why? Why couldn’t they take direct action? Why didn’t Nyx fight back? Why?

“I was in a bit of a precarious situation,” she explained. “Delphiniums had a lot to hold over my head, so I pretended I just… didn’t have any attachments. And that act seeped into me, and became a bit of my reality. Plus, I had Torchbearer’s secrets to keep.” Cody nodded, finally seeming to have calmed down a bit.

“And, one last thing—” he looked at her as she sat down next to him, “—none of what I said was to absolve me from guilt or blame. Mica’s death was still hugely my fault, but I wanted you to know that there’s more at play here than you think.” He frowned a little, confusing her.

“By the way, boss, I just wanted to say sorry.”

“You were right, though.”

“I may be right, but you’re grieving too. It wasn’t fair of me to say all of that when you literally saw your friend die.”

She smiled kindly at him. “You needed to say it. I’m glad you did, regardless of the questionable timing. I needed to hear it from one of my own anyway.” Cody smiled back.

He looked exhausted, but Nyx had one more thing to bring up. He beat her to it.

“We’re working with the Revolution again, sorta, right?”

“Yeah…?”

He turned to her, fury in his eyes again. Only this time, the fury was directed at someone else.

“So why don’t we… pay the Mafia back, if you will?”

A grin spread over her face, venomous and eager. “Do you remember the protocol we had set in place for a death or serious injury?” Cody nodded, understanding dawning in his eyes.

“Protocol N3M.” She stood up again, looking like a proper leader for the first time in years. Pulling out her communicator, she paged everyone. They all picked up.

“Protocol N3M is in action,” Cody said, before nodding at Nyx. She smiled.

“We are Nemesis.”

#mmvstr #c!nyx #c!prometheus #cody allard #c!hephaestus #the metaphor mafia #the neutralists #aw man this was fun to write #especially the scene where cody breaks down at nyx #funnn #mica bouchard

[chamerionwrites]

Now and then I have a little giggle when I recall that JJ Abrams made Rey Palpatine's grandkid via some sort of nonsensical cloning plot. It's not the worst thing in the ST but I do think it's emblematic of why it's bad. Signifier without substance. Derivative *and* gutless. Tried to rip off ESB without understanding how the Vader reveal works as a narrative beat, gave Sheev spawn, and didn't even have enough courage of their convictions to admit that he fucks.

Like we all know Vader spent two decades pining gloomily after Padmé. But Palpatine? Sheev Palpatine? The guy whose two modes are smiling smug self-satisfied secret smiles to himself and crowing POWER, UNLIMITED POWER? The guy who cackles with maniacal relish anytime he gets to let his hair down and have a lightsaber fight? That guy is a hedonist. Tell me I'm wrong. That man is at all times enjoying the hell out of being irredeemably evil. He is a literal emperor, the vastly powerful and mostly unchallenged ruler of the galaxy, reveling in a victory he spent many years plotting and scheming for. And they had to invent some half-assed narrative afterthought of a cloning program rather than simply allowing us to assume that at some point in the two+ decades between ROTS and ROTJ, that man got laid? The cowardice. The incompetence. The sheer commitment to taking every conceivable L

#sheev probably fucked somebody on the THRONE #what else was he doing? lounging around the jedi temple and giggling to himself? subjecting vader to awful medical procedures for fun? #he has people to rule the galaxy with an iron fist dude is fully living his best life watching operas and doing lil sith research projects #i'm sorry i just find this SO funny. literally what is the point of the cloning shit except the creators nervously wringing their hands #and assuring us that we don't have to contemplate the evil toad man/walking corpse in bed #COMMIT TO THE BIT COWARDS #obvs i'm being a bit facetious but i'm also not #star wars #palpatine #my posts #also #on writing

[cerise-on-top]

Hugging, Kissing and Cuddling HCs for König

I'm trying to see him in another light again after everything I've seen about him, so I decided I'd write something fluffy and nice for him. And then came the realization I never wrote some HCs like these for him in my original posts, so I decided I'd change that! He's Austrian, so naturally I have to love him!

When it comes to hugging someone, König is a bit hesitant. Considering he’s not the most physically affectionate person out there, it’s almost an honor to be receiving an unprompted hug from him. Whether his hugs are long or short depends on the occasion: If he’s proud of you for accomplishing something, then the hug will be rather short lived. Though, he might pick you up and spin you around until you’re dizzy. If you’re sad and need some comfort then his hugs could last a while. He’s not the best with words, he prefers to listen to other people, but if he knows a hug is what usually helps you then he’s willing to do so. Despite being a big and strong lad his hugs are surprisingly gentle, he’s worried about crushing you. He could put his all into them, but then you’d likely end up with a few broken ribs and he doesn’t want that to happen. König is also surprisingly warm, so receiving a hug from him is a rare, but nice experience. Although he does go rigid at the beginning, not knowing what to do, but relaxes into the hug eventually.

Again, he’s not a very physically affectionate person, but isn’t opposed to the occasional peck on the cheek or on your lips either. There is some anxiety whether you’d actually want a kiss from him or not, so he doesn’t kiss you very often, even if you do reassure him that it’s quite alright. He’s a bit tense at first when he presses a kiss to your lips, but calms down eventually. It’s especially bad during the beginning of your relationship, but he’s since gotten better at being calm about it. Since there’s a good chance he’s taller than you he loves giving you a kiss on the forehead. It’s a small but sweet gesture. He doesn’t need to bend down entirely to reach you but he still gets to be affectionate with you. However, if you’re on the taller side, or just as tall as he is, then he’d love to receive kisses to his temple from you. It makes him smile every time you do it. If he’s in the mood for receiving a kiss then he’ll lay his head on your shoulder and nudge you a bit. Or try to get his head in your closer vicinity. Kind of like that one bunny video where the bunny stretches to receive some kisses.

Cuddles with him are a bit more common than hugs actually. However, he refuses to lay down on top of you. If you’re shorter and weaker than him then there’s no chance he’ll put his weight on you, he’s just that afraid of hurting you. If you’re taller or just more muscular, then he might, but he’s still a rather heavy lad. Most he’ll do is put his head on your shoulder while you’re cuddling in bed and are both lying down. Although it’d be a lie to say he doesn’t want to be held. König is alright with being the one to hold you, but sometimes he would prefer to be the little spoon as well. That urge gets especially bad if you’re roughly the same size as him. Sometimes just nuzzling into your chest does the trick for him as well, though. Loves it when you run your fingers through his hair as he does so. Another thing he adores is you sleeping on his chest as he holds you. He gets to hold you close, he gets to protect you and he gets to doze off a bit himself, it’s bliss to him. Sometimes he leans down to press a kiss to your head and accidentally wakes you up like that. He feels bad about it and apologizes profusely, but does chuckle a bit when he sees your disheveled hair and your tired expression that shows you just woke up.

#cod #cod x reader #konig #könig #konig x reader #könig x reader #he actually kind of scares me these days even if I don't want that to happen in the slightest so I'm trying to desensitize myself again #I know people always joke about fanon könig vs canon könig but I think I will write him a bit softer with his s/o again #just to combat all those awful things I've seen about him that I don't want to be true and that I also want to forget about #könig is a big lad so I knew from the beginning I wanted him to be good at hugging because this is self indulgent #I feel like if it weren't for his anxiety he'd be much much cuddlier #because that's the case with me even if I have other things going on as well #and what is a funny character you write about if not another piece of yourself? #I've put so much of myself into some of these characters and yet people keep requesting them so I must be doing something right #it's more fun that way as well when you put your characters through something you've gone through. more relatable too #but I think that's something pretty much every writer does. that's why some requests are so difficult to write #I got one about marrying Laswell and Nikolai and that was a difficult request for me because the last wedding I went to #was my parents' and that was almost 18 years ago. man time flies I was 4 years old back then #so naturally I don't remember much either. But I tried and that's what's important! #either way please enjoy this piece of fluff I wrote today!

[puhpandas]

i feel the warmth in my chest (and the chill on my skin makes it that much clearer)

(1,964 words)

Evan and Gregory, while waiting those few agonizing hours before Halloween can truly begin, go outside into the chilly weather and play in the leaves.

🎃🍫👻

It's a crisp Autumn afternoon when Evan steps out onto Gregorys porch. The screen door slams behind him, and the air transitions from warm to chilly in only seconds. The breeze washes over his face like a wave, and Evan finds he dosnt mind the cold that much in this moment.

It makes his nose numb and his fingers freezing, but unlike how he usually feels about the cold, he welcomes it. He takes a deep breath, smelling the scent of fallen leaves and crisp air and the pumpkins Evan had carved with Gregory last week sitting by his feet next to the stairs. It fills his lungs, and alongside the aftertaste of Aunt Chicas cookies on his tongue, the chill is pleasant, unlike how its usually so unbearing and biting in his own home.

It doesnt take long for the temperature to wash over him fully. By the time hes stepping down the stairs, his thin,white overcoat flowing behind him, its left his shoulders shaking and his teeth chattering.

But so like he's not used to, the deep, bone chilling cold only adds onto his excitement. It's that type of chill you can only get during Halloween, with that specific vibe and feeling coming along with it. Evan has never liked that unmatched feeling. All it ever told him was that Halloween was on it's way, and along with it, Michael and his pushing and pulling and jabbing and messing with. With the addition of the neighborhood kids jumping in if they'd see him walking down the street on the one night of the year it would be acceptable to scare him with scary masks and bloody fingers and camouflaging cloaks, it made for a pretty dreadful day.

He takes another look at his costume, a ghost, with white flowy sheer fabric that makes him look like he floated right down from the clouds. Underneath is a white sweater and pants, and his makeup is done to make him appear ghastly and, well... dead. Eyes sunken in with deep shadows and complection pale.

Gregory is matching with him, kind of. Gregory's costume is of a murder victim. Hes wearing sort of varsity jacket with a plastic knife stabbed in his gut, and his face is painted with bloody makeup and a faux black eye. Gregory hadn't explained the specific costume he called a 'Zombie Murder Victim High School Football Star', just gotten excited over the fact that they matched with their undead themes.

Its Evans first year matching with someone. His first year having someone to go trick or treating with. Theres something about this year. It doesn't leave him guessing. It doesn't leave him on edge, wondering who will strike first, all while being so uncertain but sure at the same time that something will go wrong. This year, he has Gregory and his family. This year, he has people who actually care about how he feels, and understand how to have fun.

This year, he knows Michael will be across town with his friends, and that his father will lock himself in his workshop. He knows that the neighborhood kids wont dare mess with him now, because of how many times Gregory has shown them a thing or two over the better part of this year.

This year, Evan isnt dreading the coming hours. He isnt hiding in his room, celebration or joy for the Holiday nowhere to be found, because he has to watch his back and sides. This year, he isnt considering running away for the night, even though he had always known he would never be brave enough to do it.

Instead, he's going trick or treating with his best friend, and he only feels excitment and anticipation, compared to the stark contrast of last year where all he felt was on edge and trapped in his own house.

The sun is only just setting by the time he steps onto that little pathway leading to the backyard from the front porch. Waiting for it to get dark has been agonizing. It had only gotten too much when he and Gregory were sat in front of a movie they'd seen a thousand times, makeup and costumes done, and unable to sit without wiggling or fidgeting, and Gregory had jumped up and gone "That's it! I can't just sit here anymore!"

That's why Evan's followed him outside. For the better part of the day Gregory has been more restless than a bored puppy.

Evan thinks the description fits when he finally catches up to Gregory and finds him digging through the shed in his backyard. Evan doesn't really know why he came out here. Theres much less to do outside than there is inside, but his intentions become clear when he moves to stand by Gregory's shoulder, and he goes Aha! while retrieving something.

Evan stares blankly when Gregory pulls out a rake, turning to face him and grinning at him. "Want to build a leaf pile and do cannonballs in it?"

He doesn't even have to ask.

It's not long before they're trekking through backyard, browning leaves crunching under their sneakers as they head to that big tree in the middle of the yard. When they get there, they waste no time grabbing the big rake and making the inklings of a pile on the flattest bit of ground.

The rake is heavy, and Evan can barely control it, if how it swings around and almost hits Gregory in the face is any indication. The handle is ice cold on his fingers, but it only makes Evan that much more aware of the excitment thrumming through his veins.

With Evan using the rake, Gregory takes to getting on his knees and shepherding the leaves to the pile with his hands. Gregory laughs over the dirt under his fingernails and how the still-damp leaves from the light shower earlier are chilly on his hands, and it makes Evan abandon the rake and get on the ground with him.

It takes longer than it should to finish the pile. They keep getting caught up in throwing the leaves at eachother like snowballs and using their hands to push waves at eachother like they're in a pool. The leaves end up more scattered than the were originally, and Evan has to get the rake again.

By the time they finish and theres a huge pile of damp leaves sitting in front of them, the sky is a dark, deep blue with the horizon a yellow. The sun is only barely peeking through the trees, and it's enough for the automatic porch lights to come on.

With the lack of sunlight, it's gotten that much colder. Evan's shivering enough that it makes his laughs warble, but he doesnt care. He doesnt care about the cold.

They only take a short break before they jump in. Evan lays flat on the ground, damp excess leaves and ice cold dirt underneath him. His throat is dry from the chill and how much he talked, and laughed, and his cheeks are sore from smiling too much. His nose is numb, and the thin, cheap Spirit Halloween costume does nothing for keeping him warm, but he doesn't need it.

Through the cold, it makes the warmth blooming in his stomach that much clearer. It makes the laughter bubbling in his chest and the excitement that the fun isnt even over, yet, he still gets to go trick or treating with Gregory after this, that much more apparent.

He has the warmth that spawned inside of him from spending time with his best friend and having fun with him to keep him toasty. So unlike his own home, where the chill is all there is. No warmth or comfort to adhere for that fact.

It's only now that Evan thinks that maybe, he doesn't really dislike the cold. Just how the cold is what comes with his unfeeling house and unpleasant family members and uncomfortable atmosphere.

Because here, right now, as he lays on the freezing ground, sky darkening above them and the last bit of leaves on the big tree in Gregory's backyard fluttering in the chilly breeze, he realizes he likes what comes with the cold, and not what the cold comes from.

With the cold comes the awareness of the warmth unfurling in his stomach. With the cold comes drinking the delicious, steaming hot chocolate Aunt Chica made. With the cold comes bundling up with his favorite sweaters, cuddling up under a fuzzy blanket, and watching a movie with Gregory.

With the cold comes those agonizing few hours before Halloween truly begins, and making a leaf pile with your best friend.

Evan knows his all-white costume is dirtier by the time he finally gets up, the knees of his white jeans brown and dirtied, but he doesnt have time to dwell on it when all he hears is a breathy laugh before hes shoved face first into the leaf pile.

Even through the leaves submerging his head, he can hear Gregory cackling. He sputters when leaves get in his mouth, and while regaining his footing after rolling around a few times, he wastes no time shooting up and grabbing Gregory by the shoulders.

Gregory yelps when hes yanked down with Evan, and all Evan is aware of when his eyes shut in glee from how hard hes laughing is the soft, scratchy, earthy leaves beneath him, the breeze in the air that just screams Halloween, and Gregory's body fallen on top of him.

Gregory grabs some leaves and smushes them into his hair. All Evan can do is screech at the wet chill before grabbing his own fistful and doing the same. Leaves fall over them like a wave when they roll around, wrestling in the yard.

They only stop when they get too tired to keep going. His costume is definitely dirty by now, damp like the leaves and dirt. The scent of wet earth and the cold and Halloween washes over him, and all he can find in himself to do is grin, and giggle breathlessly and chatter with Gregory as he lies on the ground, shoulder to shoulder with him.

Its almost pitch black by the time Freddy opens the door leading to the backyard, stepping outside, Frankenstiens monster costume and all. "Kids? Are you two ready to go? Its almost time for trick or treating!"

Evan only shares a fleeting look with Gregory before they both shoot up, previous exhaustion from their little fight completely gone. Evan runs side by side with Gregory to the door, his costume with the mud stained hem flowing behind him, and all Evan can feel in this moment is warmth, despite how his nose is numb and his shoulders are shaking and theres this chilly, floaty feeling in his chest.

He knows that there are definitely leaves in his hair when he steps inside after Gregory, and when the heat of the home blasts him in his face, making his freezing face tingle, the warmth prickling and sharp, Evan finds that with the cold can come the warmth, and maybe it isnt so weird that Evan feels nothing of the sort when it comes to his own house, and his own family.

It was never about the cold.

Just like how the warmth with Gregory and his family has never been about the temperature.

He only has time to grab his candy bucket (shaped like a mummified teddy bear) before he and Gregory are shooting through the front door, racing to Freddys car. He smiles even wider when the cold air rushes across his face again, and he can hear Gregory's footsteps next to him and Freddy and the others' voices behind them.

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#feel like having a family that actively is out to get you and hates you would be awful on holidays. #in a way it makes you feel worse because maybe nothing is different #but the fact that its a holiday and youre supposed to be having fun but youre sitting here on edge and scared and miserable as usual just #makes you more upset #with evan its not even just the usual #really. #its the combination of having your mood soured because everybody is having fun celebrating and decorating with their families #but your family just. doesnt do that. #plus michael probably notices evans mood and gets his tons of scary masks he now has access to because of the halloween season #and torments evan times two. and now he has all of the tools at his disposal with multiple masks to choose from to target evans phobias #but anyway hes chilling now! literally. #he has people who love him and have built him up all this time and its not perfect #but man is evan happy he has them. #he gets to be a kid and relax and it makes his house a little more bearable when he knows thats not it for him #flashlight duo #gregory and evan #pandas writes #oneshot #halloween #fnaf gregory #evan afton #flashlight duo modern au #my fics

[good-beanswrites]

My translyrics for Salamander, written out under the cut :D

This one was much more difficult than the last, but I'm still very satisfied with it! 😤 I'm both sad that my version lost a lot of the fun soundplay of the original, and also waaay more impressed with the lyrics and vocals after digging it like this! I tried to keep it balanced between the original and Fuuta's version, though maybe it ended up leaning more toward the cover, idk. Leaving my specific notes in the tags 👍

Salamander~ Hot's nice, don't you agree? This pa- passion's fine, see?

"But" isn't what I wanna hear, so say "more" loud and clear.

It's heating up all through my mind when I'm with you.

I want a taste, but all this spice may prove more than I can take, (eh?)

Something's on your mind. So spit it out and tell me, don't waste my time, kay?

I'm hooked on this, pass me a dish.

The way I'm starving here without you -- it's a crime

A spicy treat, put on repeat,

Can I get seconds with the same heat? One more time!

Salamander~ Hot's nice, don't you agree? This pa- passion's fine, see?

"But" isn't what I wanna hear, so say "more" loud and clear.

It's heating up all through my mind when I'm with you.

I can't stop anything, although I wouldn't want to stop, oh no --

Take a breath, it's best to cool down or you earn yourself a burn.

I want a bite, I can't help giving in to this new appetite.

Again, again, I want to be on fire when I get to the end.

We live too fast, we burn to ash,

I never handled spices well and it's a crime.

A spicy treat, put on repeat,

Can I get seconds with the same heat? One more time!

I want to burn bright red

I want to burn bright red

Salamander~ Hot's nice, don't you agree? This pa- passion's fine, see?

"But" isn't what I wanna hear, so say "more" loud and clear.

Tell me I'm not alone in my mind!

Salamander~ Look what's happened to me. This pa- passion's crazy

Tell me I'm not delirious, I'm being serious.

It's heating up all through my mind when I'm with you.

I can't stop anything, although I wouldn't want to stop, oh no --

Take a breath, it's best to cool down or you earn yourself a burn.

I want to leave I want to go, but I can never stop, oh no --

Take a breath, it's best to cool down or you earn yourself a burn.

#milgram #fuuta kajiyama #deco*27 #this time i can confidently say this is my fav milgram song lmao #literally the hardest line of the whole song was the very first one #still not 100% satisfied but compared to my dozens of draft lines its pretty good #i really wanted the 'po's to be within a word like the original and went digging through so many words with the sound in the middle LMAO #i wanted something focused more on heat/spice but alas it had to be passion -_- #there was very little space to get across the idea of 'its not a big deal right?' so i hope 'fine' conveys what i want it to hmm... #forever missing the sound of 'ripiccha itai/ piriccha itai' but the treat/repeat lines still worked out well! #so mad english doesnt have a nice onomatopoeia like 'fuu' :( #i needed to keep the long u to finish of the first stanza the long o in a few lines -- i absolutely love how arthur lounsbery sings those #my ace ass appreciates his commitment to singing such a steamy song so harsh and turning the seductive whispers into angry grumbling 😂 #me too man #the struggle of trying to write fun food lines and going 'oh NO that sounds even dirtier now' 😭😭😭 #i actually did record myself singing and i knew it was gonna be bad but it was Really Awful adsfdsfd so sorry #just take my word for it!!! it all works perfectly!!! #(once again if anyone wants to cover it hmu hehe :3) #oops spelled delirious wrong in my chart shhhhhh #lyrics

[enchantedchocolatebars]

Ooh, you do silly stuff! In that case, I have a fic request. Philip Wittebane meets a tiny Reader and says "Oh, you're tiniest Reader I've ever seen! In my satchel you go!"

Or Slade from Teen Titans is the one that finds tiny Reader and puts them in one of his belt pouches.

Is it possible to do both? I like both ideas.

Hi, nonnie!👋

I do indeed do sillies! :D

ESPECIALLY SILLY STUFF WITH BEARDO PHILIP 🤎 💕

Thank you for the request!😊

I hope this is okay / fine / decent.👍

The Satchel

During his days in the deplorable Demon Realm, Philip Wittebane had never ONCE come across anything or anyone he would consider "cute".

Just not possible.

Until today.

The bearded man was walking through the forest, his satchel by his side as he happily wrote about the "accidental" death of his most recent companion.

Their demise was truly "heartbreaking".

He might be smiling as he's writing about them, but trust me, he was "crying" on the inside.

While walking, he hears a small, high-pitched voice scream "STOP!" to which he does mid-step, placing his right foot that he had lifted up down.

The sudden screech startled him greatly.

Looking around to see where the voice came from, Philip looks down to see you.

Yes, you! 🫵

You were a tiny being. About the size of a pea. Chibi-sized even.

A sigh of relief came when you saw that the giant man hadn't stepped on you.

That would have NOT been good.

Seeing you, Philip couldn't believe his blue eyes.

You were the cutest, tiniest wittle thing he's ever seen in this hellish place.

Lowering down to your level, he starts to speak, his face beaming with glee.

"My, my, aren't you just adorable?" He coos, hearts floating around him.

You give the guy a small glare. You didn't like him.

You were lucky Philip found you to be so interesting.

If he didn't, he'd take great pleasure in crushing you with his foot and scraping your remains off his shoe.

"You'll make for a marvelous specimen to study." He reaches out a hand to grab you, in which you gasp.

You then let out a growl.

No way were you letting this, admittingly attractive, stranger take you away with him.

That's kidnapping, which was an unlawful act. >:(

You had to do something.

Lifting up a finger, you send a mini blast of energy his way. When he's hit, he begins to... laugh? You're shocked by this. How is your magic not harming him? His laughter only makes you more mad as you grit your teeth. You try zapping him again and again and again, but he only continues to laugh.

"That tickles!" He chuckles as he grabs you. You try your best to get out of his grasp. He then uses a finger to lightly tap your head.

"Adorable and hilarious." You were definitely going into his satchel, no doubt about that. He needed a good laugh and you had given him just that.

As you're about to bite his finger CLEAR OFF his hand, he gently places you into his satchel and continues his walk.

As you silently sat in the brown bag, you slowly began to realize something. You actually liked being inside it. The gentle rocking with every step the man took, the items such as a dagger and a strange disc clinking around with each motion.

It was all so... soothing.

You huffed, crossing your arms.

Oh, fine.

You would accept this mistreatment.

For now.

#(hopefully this satisfies your silly tooth lol 🦷😋) #(enjoy!) #(AAA I'm sorry i know he's a jerk and all around awful person but OMG he can be SO CUTE sometimes) #(i love him so 💕 💕 💕) #(MAN i had fun with this one 😁😁😁) #the owl house #owl house #toh #emperor belos #belos #philip wittebane #moldy crumpet husbando #x reader #writing #my writing

[todayisafridaynight]

One of my fave jackets is this green jacket with a fur hood im wearin rn because 1.) its green 2.) my dad gave it to me 3.) it reminds me of saejima. Who also reminds me of my dad

#snap chats #p sure i talked bout this jacket before but idc read my diary #sorry that every other middle aged man i see i say reminds me of my dad its a compliment #tbh love how i clowned on ichi for being on premium copium bout arakawa but highkey i woulda done the same bout my dad.. i get it ichi.. #anyway :) i legally get to talk about my day with him now :)) HE SAID THE FUNNIEST SHIT UPON SEEING ME #HE SAID ‘oh wow we dress similar :)’ and keep in mind. he was wearing a latte brown coat with a black turtleneck and pants and shoes #meanwhile. i approach With Black Pants And Shoes Admittedly but then im in this goofy old ass jacket with a red scarf #and a crane-decorated dress shirt that i got two buttons undone on like DAAD you are senile. hes so funny #so fun my dad actually recognized this was the jacket he got me- it was one of the first things he bought for me after i told My Secret 🙈 #also i finally asked how tall he was and i can’t believe my dad matches the criteria to be an rgg character he’s fuckin 6’1 like i thought #AH but today was really nice- i got to hang with my sis and her husband as well as my dad’s wife :) #it was awful tho cause the second my sis saw my dad’s outfit she’s just like ‘it’s so kdramacore’ AND SHES RIIIGHT 😭😭 #we later found out dad’s wife loves kpop…. and she bought him his new clothes…. so we are no longer surprised….. AWFUL. #honestly i could write a drama based off my dad’s life i really could it has elements for it. i mean ig i kinda do that already dont i #i borrow. anyways. today was fun :) even if i almost lost my mind trying to take the train the first time #this train system was weird… it wa worth tho it was great seein popop again #yeah….. ugh i have to still drive home from the station. and hope my car is still there #i get very paranoid leaving my car alone so openly i dont like it… #anyways. bye bye :) i might nap til my stop or work on a fic i started #‘snap what happened to’ dont worry about it i need to look at something else or ill scream #ok bye 👋

[whattheskyknows]

My summer gift for the @drv3giftexchangeclub :D

#drv3giftexchange #drv3 #kirumi tojo #kaito momota #shuichi saihara #maki harukawa #rantaro amami #aw man I had so much fun writing this #for anyone interested this is a lighthearted fic and my attempt of humour lol

[tasmanianstripes]

People need to practice minding their own damn business

Don't come into people's inboxes giving unsolicited advice or criticizing their personal stuff. Don't reblog somebody's posts saying how much you hate it and their opinions.

Don't like somebody's characterisation, AUs or the kind of art they post? It might even annoy you?

Okay, cool. Go make your own post. Block them. Be a little hater about it to your friends. It's good for your soul!

But don't be goddamn rude to people. Don't make it their problem.

"I don't like what this artist likes mah mah mah"

Here's a wild idea;

Artists...don't need to cater to you. You are not entitles to their work. Nobody on the internet should coddle you and post only stuff you like.

Shocker, I know.

#thylacines can talk #Yes this is about PK #When you like an antagonist people expect you to be a negative nancy 24/7 and put a disclaimer everytime you make something with them about #how much they suck as a person #Guess what! Having to shittalk your fave all the time to not risk being 'that kind of fan'...isnt fun. It's miserable even! #Anmoying as fuck too! Yes I know he did this unforgivable thing. I'm not an idiot. That's why I like PK. Fucker's got nuance #Is he a bad person? Absolutely. Will I talk about him being a bad person and the horrible things he did? Also yes. When I want to. It's #very fun to explore that part of the story and how it influenced their victims. Will I give you a fucking essay on why he's a bad person #everytime I want to post something funny or lighthearted about him? No. Piss off. #I cannot only focus on angst and heart-wrenching part of the story. I also like to make stuff of the lighthearted parts of my AUs. #And I don't feel like writing down an entire disclaimer and breakdown of how PK's and WL's redemption arcs went to justify it #Having to constantly put disclaimers to justify you liking a morally grey and bad characters is EXHAUSTING. Only being able to talk about #this character with someone when it proteins to how awful they are is EXHAUSTING. #YES they're bad people. But going into peoples dms or inbox or tags and talking to them about how ugly and bad and evil their fave is #exhausting to deal with and NOT fun. Like I. KNOW. LIKE LET ME LIKE A DEEPLY FLAWED NUANCED FUCKED UP CHARACTER IN PEACE WITHOUT HAVING TO #ALWAYS PUT A DISCLAIMER OUT THERE ABOUT HOW AWFUL THEY ARE. GOOD GOD. #It's especially annoying because I like characterisation of PK that is very morally grey. To me purely evil and not compassionate PK is #fun...in a short run. I much prefer a man whos riddled with guilt over what he did even if he believed it to be necessary evil and who dies #Because of his regret. I love the idea of a father who sacrificed his own children so that no parent had to lose their own. And the tragedy #of him deeply loving PV and still doing what he did. A good person who was faced with an impossible choice and committed unspeakable #cruelty for what he believed to be the greater good. A man who doesnt believe he's deserving of redemption not forgiveness and who doomed #himself. I like a nuanced morally grey PK with LAYERS. Treating him as a purely evil uncaring person who never loved his children sucks ALL #the fun out of him for me. And don't get me wrong I LOVE villains who are evil for evil's sake. I LOVE old school Disney villains who are #scumbags just because they can be and have a little bit a swag to it. But PK just. Isn't that kind of villain to me. #I don't even like calling him a villain. An antagonist? Maybe. A morally grey character that kicked off the entire story with his one act #of unspeakable cruelty? Yup. But I don't see him as the villain of HK. #Wow that was a long rant #Well I got that out of my system at least #I love the Pale King and I could talk for HOURS about why I love him as a character and about his actions. It's just tiring when I have to #do it to justify myself and my lighthearted content of him.

[imwritesometimes]

ngl getting comments on fic is like hmmm maybe I should give this whole writing thing a try again....

#look I know I know I know 'comment on fic!!!' is a sentiment repeated often and enthusiastically but like #I don't think ppl who *don't* write really get how exhausting the writing process can be #like yes it's fun it's my hobby I love it #but like any hobby it can be an actual lot of work #kinda like any hobby. even plahing an instrument or drawing even just for fun takes *work* esp if you want to be any *good* #writing takes work. lots of time and effort. and the editing. my god. #if you want more fic to read you need to express even basic gratitude to the ppl writing it #I've gotten a few comments over the last few days and it's like aw... man.... I *do* really miss this #I still don't know if I've got any more fics in me. I am still struggling with feeling like I don't know how to do this anymore #or that I have already told the same story 45 times so why tell it again #but.... #knowing ppl *have* enjoyed what I was able to write before? that's fckn incredible #erin explains it all

[bmpmp3]

sorry to be a bit of a hater but i do wish youtubers weren't so scared of making their videos just like, "reviews", whys everything gotta be a "video essay" all the time. every day my recommendations are filled with 40 minute videos titled "_____: An Underrated Masterpiece" where the first like five minutes are reading the wikipedia definition of "masterpiece" in a somber voice with dramatic themed text on screen. please just tell me how good or bad you think something is and use the rest of the runtime to explain why. you dont need to put on all these airs

#i know the ahem. channel. of some awe....... that whole situation kind of scared people off from using the word review #but like we live in the future now. you can make a review. i believe in you #AND LIKE i like a good video essay!! but im picky. because i read academic shit for fun #when i see a capital E essay im expecting theses. im expecting sub headers. im expecting multiple examples AND footnotes with asides #(and i know this is a controversial topic but i do expect them to be long. because if you read aloud a 4 page journal article its gonna) #(take a bit of time LOL maybe i just read too much academia shit. but i dunno man. theres not a lot you can say about like a big huge) #(topic with multiple angles if you only have like 10 minutes. maybe i just talk too slow. i need to breath <3 ) #theres other formats too. surveys. retrospectives. informative essays. persuasive essays. etc #and like i also read lots of reviews not just of like movies and books but of like gallery exhibitions and shit!! they can be extremely #interesting a lot of work and some really beautiful writing!! nothing wrong with a review!!! theyre important #but i do get annoyed with like. the odd air of pretention i see in a lot of video essays. especially cause its usually not backed up by #the content. i dont care for those airs in academia either. nor do i like it in documentaries #just talk naturally. you'll find your voice. there might be pretention in it in the end but it'll be yours #if im making sense. i hear a lot of people talking in a pretention that is not their own. something they put on because thats what they #think they should do. you need to find your own pretention. be pretentious in a way that feels natural to youuuuuu #hell im being pretentious. about this LOL but like its my own. it is a pretentiousness ive built over the past half decade #play around. write a blog. i dunno. find your voice dear youtubers. find your voice

[b4kuch1n]

one thing I thought was missing from canon sk8 was the mine being haunted apparently. so we are bringing that into burnished house for absolutely no fucking reason

#sk8 the infinity #burnished house #(I am jokeing there is. in fact. a reason) #(you will not learn this until the divorce comes up) #(well the preliminary reason is I fucking love ghost stories and want to put them in everything) #(and that reki is afraid of scary things which makes him my favourite kind of victim. younger sibling coded for that only) #Im actually having a lot of fun alternating povs between reki and langa bc Ive like. accidentally grounded langa's in #very clear and present bodily sensations. straight up uncomplicated observations about materials in the world around him #while reki's gets all the hyperboles and pretty poetic stuff. I enjoy the idea of him being good at storytelling #ESPECIALLY bc him taking words to heart including scary stories. big deal to me ok? #love to write langa and going from things that clearly are present right there in the scene to the most insane thoughts a man can have #and then write reki and jump wildly between dork ass energetic shounen character speech and romanticizing the fuck out of concrete #weird thing to say after writing three fics of like 20K+ words in total about them granted lmao #but like. listen. I feel like burnished house is me going apeshit so far. this is truly my time to be the worst ever #same approach as I took with [REDACTED]. oh you think this is bad? just wait #I have already added TWO old people ghosts into this one. be in awe of my power #well. be in awe of it when I finish this chapter... I need to sleep rn dksdfhdskj #have a good nite lads. I cant wait to get to that one spot in this chapter where I go yess... YESS!!!! HAHAHA YESSSS #wish u the same for ur art endeavour. if ur art endeavour doesnt have something like that u should add it. my message to da world

[senselessalchemist]

Baldur's Gate 3 has taken over my life and reminded me I have just the worst taste in fictional men (but truly excellent taste in fictional women)

#not dead cells for once #i will not improve etc etc #bad taste in fictional men good taste in fictional women odd taste in fictional nb people #also at least sometimes bad taste in actual men considering my horrible ex but thats not fun #me trying to make the awful vampire man like me: you asshole. i love you #also its super refreshing to be able to choose nb for the pc and everyone just calls them them and its great #man i wish that would happen in real life im so tired of maams etc. #my pc is a tiefling rogue because fuck it wish fulfillment i want to be a hot masc shaped person with horns and a tail #they are very cute #downside: its taking up all my free time so no art no writing #anyway its fun to have fun with a game like this without my ex running the show #played divinity 1 and 2 partially with them and that wasnt super fun

[irregularbillcipher]

going over old fic notes and outlines and character talks with friends and it's always really funny when i get to the stuff i was developing early-mid 2019 where bill just literally kept kryptos around to rag on, and he genuinely just. did not like the man. like was just completely annoyed with his general existence. boy have things changed

#for anyone curious: i came to the conclusion that no amount of 'this guy sucks but he's fun to bully' would get bill to keep someone around #for like literal eons. bill gets bored of his toys too quickly. he'd break 'em. plus the fact that bill decided he was worth saving to begi #with. there was at first an element of 'i owe the guy' because [FIC SPOILERS] and a grudging 'if i had a gun to my head i'd say he was my #best friend i GUESS but do not tell him that' but no real genuine friendship or anything more #before realizing that with the specific story i was going to tell it just made the most sense to have these assholes still be like. #bad people for sure but to actually care about each other. it also just felt too easy to write bill off as someone whose cruelty is just #a lack of certain emotions. like that doesn't automatically make a bad person and a bad person doesn't automatically lack emotion #(there's a character that'll be introduced sometime soon who is aroace and doesn't make friends easily and she's lovely because...) #(idk man. i'm aroace and why shouldn't she be. a lack of affection doesn't make you bad and the ability to feel it doens't make you good) #so bill can and does love people-- even if actual vulnerability is near impossible to get from him-- and kryptos is included in that #it's just that he still sucks really bad and hurts and even kills people that he loves because again. bad person who has no idea how to #navigate relationships healthily because of his own baggage and the environment he grew up in #(also in canon he usually does not want to navigate relationships healthily because. again. he sucks!) #so the only lasting relationship he's ever had where he isn't trying to hurt someone is still just... messy as hell #(and to be fair kryptos is also a p. bad person by adulthood it's just that they're pretty young at this point in the fic) #(so there's less avenues to show that) #kryptos being desperate for any scrap of attention and bill providing the only attention he's ever gotten was always the vibe #but it really was much more of a 'bully and bulling victim who he lets hang around him because said victim' #'is like the only one willing to talk to him' dynamic which is... very much not the case anymore #as said in the tags of my fic. these awful shapes care about each other as best they can care about anyone #anyway sorry idk how much anyone really cares about these tag essays but theyre helpful for me to get my thought process like... down #and track how different the story used to be

[convxction]

ooc. Imagine you like this post for an ask from kid chrom?

#ooc mobile. #[gonna go for a walk for a while #[what if u tell me too that your muse is a kid and its kids rumble lmao #[sitting here thinking about the level of trust and mistrust he had to go to reach peak mister rizz fayre embrumu bonds and all #[it is the most awful crime that he does not have supports with emmeryn gaius lonqu basilio flavia LIKE EVERYONE PLEASE?????? #[listen. #[remake when? #[give my man more supports please #[do i have to write them myself 🤔 #[already tried with cordelia it was fun ngl #[hmhmmhmhmhmh

[boxchewr]

antigravityshipping is a very special boat to me because i like it in one very specific way that isn't TECHNICALLY shipping them. and that's at a basic level ghetsis uncharacteristically being head over heels for him and very characteristically being pissed off about it and hiding it and refusing to let colress or anyone else become aware of it. Colress is supremely aware of it anyway and makes a game out of subtlely fucking with him at every turn because he (justifiably) can't stand this man and feels smug over knowing he's one of the man's few weaknesses. ghetsis is also aware that he's aware of it and hop raging mad about it but won't give him the satisfaction of letting him know that. so it's not shipping them at all technically and just them big braining each other forever because ghetsis let slip one human emotion in his entire life and now they're both going to be rotten about it

#text #NOBODY WRITES THEM LIKE THIS!!!! i gotta do everything myself #i love ghetsis i love writing this foul old man who won't let himself feel human emotions but it comes out anyway #and he's just pissed off about it constantly #colress meanwhile being here mainly because ghetsis is giving him so much money to work for him and he gets to study the genesect project #but also he can't help but find it fun to fuck with said foul old man and torment him with his own secrets and detested emotions #they're awful! i love it #i'm using the limited data of my biodad's ipad hotspot to speak this truth bc my internet fucking died and shat itself all day and still is #thanks at&t