#based on the boys are back in town to kill you. lol

[xboxliekwater]

i'll have what i'm having

#art tag #oc art #oc #commissions open #based on the boys are back in town to kill you. lol

[charlietheepicwriter7]

Finally reading "Under the Red Hood" for my story, Dick Grayson V Gotham and some notes about what exactly happens here:

Jason's helmet really is a whole ass red circle with eyes, isn't it.

There's constant internal monologue about how much Batman cares about his kids. From Alfred and from Batman.

There's a whole ass woman who I have never seen referenced before called Onyx? Who's apparently the "only other hero allowed in the whole of gotham... other than catwoman".

Bruce recognizing Jason just based on how he fights and plans is beautiful, even if bruce doesn't believe it yet.

Superman's over here flirting with Bruce, going "we could have gotten tickets to the theater if you'd called ahead 😘😘" while bruce is traveling all over the world to figure out if his baby boy might be back from the dead.

Lowkey sad that Jason doesn't have the skunk stripe. I know it was fanon that occasionally became canon, but I still like it.

Wow, this Robin!Jason flashback is really giving us good views of the scaly panties, >:P

So, during the flashback, Bruce brings up the idea that Jason has a "mean streak" in comparison to how Dick was. But it's not that Jason was "mean" and Dick "nice"--Dick has a massive temper, even if canon rarely allows him to acknowledge it--but with Dick... Everytime he was Robin, I think he was still in the mindset of "performer". There was a bit more disconnect between him and the criminals of Gotham, because the fights were more like acts. Jason performs too, but he's very personal about it. This is his city, he's taking all these crimes personally and even when he's "performing" it's still Jason Todd, while Dick's Robin is more so a mask. IDK, this is just the vibes I'm picking up.

I really love the panels after Jason blows up the meth lab. The way the colors are... it makes Jason almost look like he's teared up? It's beautiful.

Oh great, Slade's here. No wonder this things so damn long

You know what, Slade? I'm on Black Mask's side here. A nazi and a hyena man? You can find better hired help on Craigslist.

Just finished the fight, and I'm STILL on Black Mask's side. Slade, who the fuck are these losers!?

Yes, Jason baby, kill the nazi!

Jason got them Christmas presents! That's sweet!

Slade, why the FUCK were you here? Did you see Nightwing was in town and go "lol, this'll be funny"?

Black Mask really calling himself Daddy around Jason... wasn't a joke. Huh.

There are some very nice parallels after Jason reveals his identity to Bruce. Bruce was too late to stop Joker's bomb, he was too late to stop the bomb in the meth lab. Bruce was too late to stop his son from getting attacked by a supervillain, but Bruce was faster now, good job! And Bruce never killed his son's killer, and he won't kill Stephanie's killer either. It's like he keeps testing Bruce to see if he really has to go through with his plan with the Joker.

Actually, it wouldn't surprise me if Jason's entire beef with Black Mask was because of his part in Stephanie Brown's death.

...I don't really like the idea of Jason calling himself a zombie after Joker did it.

Jason wiped the smile off his face, goddamn! (And don't think I didn't notice how similar Joker and Jason's laughs are, comic artists. Sure, maybe that's just how cackling laughter was drawn back then, but in literature, that smells like foiling).

...THIS is when Bludhaven gets destroyed!? Really???

Also, what is this depiction of Bludhaven just... being across a river? This feels unreasonably close, why hasn't Gotham just eaten Bludhaven at this point?

IT'S A NUKE???

THEY ARE LOOKING DIRECTLY AT IT, HOW ARE THEIR EYES NOT GETTING BURNT OUT OF THEIR HEADS

I'm just realizing how many explosives there are in this series. Between the bombs the Bats use, and the bombs Jason sets up, and... what happened to bludhaven. That, kids, is what we call a theme!

Bruce really is sympathetic in this. It's subtle, which is good, I don't think anyone would have appreciated the author blaring out "BATMAN IS IN THE RIGHT, HE'S THE BEST GUY, FUCK JASON."

And Jason is getting more and more unhinged as the fight progresses.

You know, it's occurring to me that this all could have been prevented if New Jersey had the death penalty. There's no way Joker could have gotten the insanity plea so many times if they could put him in the ground for good.

...I wonder if Batman votes to reinstate the death penalty?

"But why... why on God's earth--??! Is he still alive!!??" Is just... such a good reveal. Such a good line. No wonder we're all so fixated on this character, omg.

Oh. This is why Jason thinks Batman doesn't love him.

It's the lack of reciprocation. Jason sees "killing the Joker after he killed you" as an act of love. Batman cannot provide that act, so Jason sees that refusal as proof he is unloved.

The funniest Joker's ever been:

Oh, the batarang moment. Oh no.

Oh no oh no oh no

I still feel like resurrection via Superboy punching the universe hard is still a cop-out reason why Jason's alive, but the line "Until time decided to set things right." is speaking to me.

Oh god, the buried alive scene is brutal.

Okay, so Jason came back fully sane, he definitely knew what he was doing breaking out of the coffin, but his injuries that were unhealed and getting hit by a fucking car are what caused his catatonic state. He didn't just wake up not all there, that happened because no one was looking out for him.

Okay, so 6 months dead, about a... year in a coma. It says a year for his time catatonic on the streets, then a year with Talia, still catatonic... that's three and a half years, Jason really started being the Red Hood... like what, a few weeks after he got tossed in the Pits?

...I thought the pits were green. They look gold in my version of these comics, is that normal?

EW, WHY'D SHE KISS HIM

Also, there was no brainwashing this boy, Talia literally just said "you remain avenged" and it sent Jason on this whole murder spiral, she didn't do shit

Except kiss him. which, EW

Alright, good night everybody!

#cw swearing #cw death #cw gore #dc x dp #dp x dc #dpxdc #dcxdp #under the red hood #Constantine jr au #cw bombs #cw drug mention

[chaoticbardlady99]

Lethal Woman (GN! Reader x Astarion)- Chapter One

Hello! This is my first fanfiction in a very long time so please be kind (I'm fragile)! I have played DND before, but I will be taking a few creative liberties. With the Deathbringer class, the ceremony for creating a Deathbringer is vague so I have based the ceremony on the Grey Warden ceremony (with creative liberties) in DA:O. Also with the mine (in background) think Markarth from Skyrim (Cidhna Mine). This is an Astarion x Reader based on my ongoing mental story that I am obsessed with and finally had to do something about it. I hope you enjoy!

Title is inspired by the song Dove Cameron sings. The picture of Astarion is is by @aristenfromwarsaw on Tumblr. Nightmask and Astarion’s tattoo are off the internet, the picture of Rowan is from my PlayStation lol!

Chapter Two

General INFOOOOOO:

Astarion x Gender Neutral! Reader. 

  The sex of the character is female so if I ever become brave enough to write smut, the smut will be male/female sex. Otherwise, the character will be going by They/Them pronouns. I will do my best to be consistent with this as I have not written a gender neutral character before! 

Trigger Warnings: mentions of Death, mentions of blood, mentions of torture, mentions of physical abuse, mentions of emotional abuse (not a lot)

Name: Rowan (I don’t care for Tav so I chose another Gender Neutral name)

Race: Half Drow Elf, red eyes, black hair, draconic sorcerer parents

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual

Class: Rogue

Subclass:Night Mask Deathbringer

Background: You are a Night Mask Deathbringer hailing from the Underbelly of Westgate. You spent the first 5 years of your life living happily in a grove with your sorcerer mother and your mercenary father- until a group of Ravenger’s killed your father, lit your town on fire, and sold all the women and children to a mine outside of Westgate. You remained working in that mine in poor conditions with your mother until you were 9. Your mother hatched an escape plan, but she became ill and you had to escape on your own. You live on the streets scavenging for food and fighting off attackers until you are 13 years old. Dahlia, the leader of the Assassin’s in the Night Mask Guild was scavenging for someone to drink from when she came across you. Dahlia watches you- a scrappy, skinny, feeble little thing fight off three older boys as they attempt to steal your food and your tent. Dahlia intervenes when the boys manage to overthrow you- draining them completely and leaving them to die.. She offers you a warm bed and a promise that you will never be hungry. That you will become the scariest thing in the darkness. After devoting 5 years to the Night Masks, you were deemed appropriate to become an A class assassin by going through a painful rite to become a Deathbringer- not quite undead, but not entirely alive either. As a pseudo vampire, you have become a powerful assassin despite your general disdain for tasteless killing. The money is good, you have a roof over your head, and your belly is always full- who wouldn’t become a little morally flexible? While taking care of a contract in Baldur’s Gate, a strange ship comes flying towards you…...

Chapter 1: Rowan (you!)

   Your head is throbbing when the smell of fresh grass hits your nose. Jolting upright with a start, you wince and press your hands against your eyes- desperately trying to get the black spots to fade away. 

What in the hells happened?

 You rub your eyes and slowly blink your way back into focus. You smell the stench of burning and look around to try to identify the source. 

  You survey the landscape and find that you are in the woods next to a stream with a precarious light shining brightly behind a large rock. Turning your head again, you see dark smoke coming up from somewhere beyond the trees. 

Suddenly, the events of the last 24 hours begin to replay in your head.

   The Nautiloid. La’Zeal. Shadowheart. Oh gods they are going to kill each other if I don’t find them quickly.

    You had met the two women on the Nautiloid when that thing put a disgusting, worm in your head. In response to your contempt, the worm wiggles behind your eye to make it’s presence known. 

   Despite how well you had fought together, the other two women had made it very clear that they had no intention of “bonding in the name of womanhood” as Dahlia would say as she whipped you for insubordination. It was hardly bonding- unless you count thick leather and your bareskin. 

   Slowly you get to your feet and test out your balance. Solid. All is well and there isn’t a single scratch on you. A sigh of relief leaves your mouth. Patting yourself down, you find that your daggers are still intact and your two hidden blades are not broken. Testing them, you watch as they slide smoothly out of your wrist guards and follow the curve of your index fingers. You smirk.

      Excellent, now time to make sure the glowing rock won’t kill me.

     You creep along the forest floor, barely making a peep as you approach the rock. You hear the sound of a woman groaning. You reach for your daggers as you go around the rock, brandishing your weapons- only to see a Tiefling woman on GODS DAMN FIRE! 

       She offers you a tense smile.

 “That looks incredibly uncomfortable,” you say awkwardly. You wince at how scratchy your voice sounds. You were never really one for “friends” and preferred to rely on yourself. You were less likely to suffer from heartache and Dahlia had been less likely to beat you that way. She once found you and your crush, Tessa, making out in an alleyway. Tessa was a warlock in training at a local guild and you had quickly been consumed by your love for her at the age of 13.

“Becoming attached is a weakness. Falling in love is a weakness. You will do no such things girl. You are a divine monster in the making. You are not made for love, only death and servitude.”

Once you had been deemed a Deathbringer, she never tortured you again and you never attempted to get close to anyone out of fear that the beatings would start up again. You would obey and you would serve- that kept you safe. And Tessa? Well, Dahlia killed her.

 “Oh this?” the Tiefling says with a heavy breath, “I have never felt better.”

   The fire begins to settle around the Tiefling. She stares back at you with investigative eyes- your weapon already sheathed, your eyes giving away your weariness. 

   The Tieflings eyes glow with recognition, “Well fuck me! It’s you! From the Nautiloid. Pleaseeeee tell me I found you before those so called ‘Paladins’ of Tyr did.” 

 She looks at you with desperation and nerves. You pretend to think about it, trying to assess the Tiefling’s posture and disposition. She appears to be friendly and open like a puppy- not what you would expect from someone who was just literally on fire and is now looking at you like they are on the verge of a panic attack.

  You shrug, “Fortunately for you, I have no idea what you are talking about.”

 The Tieflings beams at you with a happiness you never thought was possible in your presence. 

“We really shouldn’t spend too much time here. These so called paladins-”

The Tiefling is interrupted by the worm screaming visions into your heads. You see her on the front lines of the Blood War- scorching rage erupting from her being, but a sense of melancholy underneath. The mantra I will be free chanting in your head. 

  You feel your own vision come screeching into your head as she dives into your brain. You try to resist and control what she sees to the best of your ability, but she sees it. The ceremony that turned you into what you are. The way your body felt when Orbhak drank your blood. The radiating pain in your muscles as you try to keep yourself alive- resisting the urge to scream while your muscles cramp. The way he allowed your blood to drip slowly into your mouth from his wrist- your body aching to survive.

  She feels the way your new found power bursts through you- painful and like ice, your body numb. Then nothing.

   “What in the hells was that!?” 

      She matches your weary eyes with curiosity. You shrug, “I think it’s the tadpole,” you pause to fling your arms around to paint the worm (?) when she looks at you with confusion,  “The- Mindflayer? put it in our heads.”

You say it with a finality that even shocks you. You have a tadpole. In your head!

She stares at you with wide, unblinking eyes before she curses out loud.

    After further conversation, she tells you that her name is Karlach and she asks you to assist her in killing the people after her. You decide to help her kill the supposed “Paladins of Tyr” in exchange for assistance in finding Shadowheart and La’Zeal. The sooner the unwanted visitor is dealt with, the sooner you can go back to solitude and safety. There is safety in numbers after all.

       ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

    You are setting up camp with Karlach as she vibrantly retells the day’s earlier events.

 “And your eyes!” She exclaims, looking at you in wonder, “A single change of color and you had that man PISSING himself in fear!”

     Karlach cackles as you give her a wide, appreciative smile. You never felt like your ability was something that others would find acceptable or in this case, admirable. The praise itself was uncomfortable, but your soul aches to bask in it- to feel something other than loathing. After the battle, Karlach had basically begged you to explain what you are and how you became so “magestic” as she put it. Despite your better instincts, you trust her and find that you actually enjoy her company. She takes your whole “not quite alive” thing very well.

Karlach is intelligent and quick. Her smile is infectious as she preached her love for being free from Avernus as they set up camp.

 You smile to yourself sadly, “I guess I haven’t ever actually used my vampiric stare on myself so I have no idea what you are talking about.”

   She stares at you and leans forward across the log, “Your eyes, they go from being bright like the earth to red like blood.”

 Ah. you thought, begrudgingly, my inner murderer is showing.

  Embarrassingly enough, you never looked so you didn’t know. You didn’t really care to look either- the hype wearing off after the first 6 months before you learned to use your stare.  5 and a half years later and you feel apathetic towards your condition. You often wonder if you could have been powerful without the whole “immortal, spooky semi-vampire thing”. 

    You push that thought aside as Karlach continues to highlight both of your best moments in combat. You chime in occasionally, finding your voice and your charisma deep within you- unaware of the individuals watching your camp.

#astarion x reader #astarion #baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate astarion #astarion x you #astarion x tav #astarion romance #karlach #gale #wyll #shadowheart #la'zael #halsin #astarion acunin #gn reader #gn reader x Astarion #gn! reader x astarion #bg3

[splashink-games]

Cassette Beasts?

Cassette Beasts is a creature-collecting game by Bytten Studio! Record monsters on tapes, become a Ranger, and find the way off of New Wirral in this amazing adventure!

Spoilers below the cut!!

So I had a plan to write this review before I even finished the game. It was just that good. But! I managed to hold off until I at least finished the main game. Next goal: 100% and DLC! And also buying the OST when I have the chance.

Now, I'm not putting this off until the middle of the review: every musical track in this game is a certified banger. I absolutely loved the music of the game. As one person put it (while I was looking for the OST), I just didn't get tired of the music. And that's a pretty big win for a game where you have so, so many encounters and only a handful of tracks to play.

The way they implement the music is also impressive because it's narratively important. The lyrics work their way in when a fusion happens and during big story battles. The town theme's music plays when you're indoors. Plus the lyrics just feel right with its tones and atmosphere. Also the difference between the few main battle themes is just enough for one to feel more tense/exciting than the others. Just an overall great thing they have going on with the audio.

Okay with that out of the way!

Cassette Beasts is a solid game, actually pretty high tier.

Mechanically, I've seen people compare it to Pokemon. I feel like it's like a mix of Pokemon and Persona. You can record the monsters, remaster (evolve) them at five stars, with some having having special evolution requirements. Monsters can show up as bootlegs, where they're a type other than its base type, which is just like shiny hunting but more (cause there's like 12 types). And I've already killed a plastic bootleg by accident...

The moves (stickers) are mix and match, mostly according to typing. I'm pretty into it cause I love giving my party members all sorts of type coverage. I haven't particularly gone into finding weird strategies yet other than AP Refund, but I can see some cool ones thanks to needing to battle all 12 Ranger Captains.

And then you can fuse! Which I thought was interesting, and it adds an ace to go to when you're in a pinch. But you fusing means that wild monsters (and other rangers) can fuse too. Those provide some fun challenges and opportunities to find bootlegs, plus progression in post-game.

Did I mention that this game is also like a Metroidvania? Capturing certain monsters gives up to 6 overworld movement abilities and I think that's pretty neat. All of them have their uses and none of them are niche, which is a win.

The story was pretty interesting! Dropping in onto a mysterious island and trying to find a way back home is nice and simple and all the detail added around it make it engaging. The Archangels are wildly uncomfortable which I didn't expect and I loved it. Despite loving it, it still did come out of nowhere but greatly forgiven because it was right at the start (and not some random turn in the middle).

The pacing was a bit off for me though because I got like 5 out of 8 song pieces before I even defeated 4 captains or even met all the partner characters. I also don't know how relationship progress works other than fight things and rest. Thinking about it now, there's probably a reason why there a speedrun timer in that you don't have to play through all the content (8/9 archangels, no captains?), I guess.

I liked the references to all sorts of topics throughout the story and I think it's pretty interesting for the characters to be from different timelines. It makes it easy to explain weird inconsistencies.

Funny thing I did by accident for end game's story: I switched out Meredith's Regensea with an Aeroboros cause I wanted her starter in my party. And boy did that choice bite back later lol.

Graphics are also solid. The 3D world with 2D sprites reminds me of Octopath Traveller. I appreciate the non-pixel portrait art for the characters, but I would've liked it either way. The designs of the monsters and the characters are all great! Honestly, I should take some notes from them since even if there's 15+ characters, they still all have very specific designs and personalities to match.

The detail in the world is great too, like the light reflecting off the puddle or the fog that rolls in and the rain. So like weather in general.

Also, as a note just for me, I liked the fonts and font effects that they used. Very cool.

Cassette Beasts is a quality creature-collecting game! If you need another Pokemon/Digimon/Persona, here's a game for you. Or if you just want a cool turn-based RPG with cool music, that's cool too.

As always,

Enjoy gaming!

#ink reviews #game review #video games #gaming #Cassette Beasts #love that you could see exactly when in my playthrough I took these screenshots cause the speedrun timer is on

[harleyshahas]

If you're taking requests - Blackice for the touch prompts? 👀

33. Tasting their smile Or 45. Feeling their temperature

(Or 58. "Forever Mine" kisses from the kiss list, I'm indecisive and like giving options lol)

(Also I (platonically) love you too ♡)

33. Tasting their smile for @gilly-moon

Jack's smile was always so bright, so welcoming, so warm.

Maybe that didn't really make sense for a creature of ice and snow, but he was warm. His eyes sparkled like the rising sun with his fun and mischief, and his smile was just as blinding.

It pissed Pitch off.

It pissed him off because he had watched Jack from the shadows, had seen that smile waver and fall, had seen those eyes grow hazy with tears that never fell, had seen the cloudy storm of emotions play out, and it was all just as beautiful. Jack's moods could affect his winter if he wasn't careful, and more often than not, especially in the beginning, Jack would forget this. He would bring his fun and snow, the children would play, but the moment a child walked through him that fun would shift, darken. Clouds would roll in, and what had once been a soft flurry perfect for sledding would grow and grow until fat flakes nearly blinded all who were caught in the blizzard. Parents were left confused, children fearful, and Pitch loved nearly every second of it.

But that damn smile always came back.

Even before Pitch attacked the Guardians he wanted to see that smile wiped off that pale face, wanted Jack to let loose with his power, watch the world be covered in ice. But instead he had to watch Jack prance around with those damned Guardians, had to watch as they took his best chance at reclaiming his power, had to watch as Jack smiled and laughed with them.

It made him sick.

Even now, after three years of quiet exile, he watched as Jack played with the children in the little town they shared, smiling and laughing and throwing snowballs. The kids here actually saw him, they played with him, going so far as to tackle him to the ground and pile snow on his head. Jack laughed all the while.

Pitch watched. He watched every day that Jack was around, tasting his deeply buried fears ofThis won't last andThe next time they'll walk through me like the rest andWhen will they leave?

Jack's fear continued to sustain him even after all these years. Pitch wasn't sure how he felt about that.

It wasn't until one day close to Christmas after a rather exciting snowball fight that Jack finally noticed him. The sun was setting, casting an orange and fiery glow to the snow and Pitch marveled at the way it didn't melt. The children said their good-byes to Jack as their parents called them home, all of them giving the winter spirit a hug as Jack gave them a near teary smile. As the last one left, the boy who had stood against Pitch that fateful Easter weekend, Pitch had sneered, his low growl echoing in the following silence. Jack whirled around.

He saw Pitch at the base of a nearby oak tree, Pitch contemplating briefly if he should run, but he decided against it. This confrontation had to happen sooner or later, so why not sooner? With that in mind, he stepped out of the shadows, crossing his arms as he leant against the tree.

Jack's eyes were wide as he stared at him, mouth dropping open slightly.

Pitch smirked. "What's the matter, Jack? The rabbit got your tongue?"

The younger spirit shook his head, but his eyes remained wide. "You're alive..."

Pitch snorted. "Course I'm alive. It takes more than some Nightmares to kill me. Did you really think you'd seen the last of me?"

"No - I didn't..." Jack trailed off. His staff was held loose in his hands in his shock.

"Fear is a powerful thing, Jack," Pitch continued. "If left to itself, it grows and festers. It survives."

"Is that what you do?" Jack asked. His bright eyes cleared, his brow rose, but still he did not raise his staff. He took a step towards Pitch.

"It's what I've always done," Pitch stated quietly. He watched as Jack came to a stop barely three feet from him, watched as Jack watched him. "There will always be fear, therefore there will always be me. I didn't lie about that."

Jack's brow furrowed and his grip finally tightened on his staff. Pitch did not move. "Then what did you lie about?"

"What use did I have in lying?" Pitch said. He pushed off the tree, Jack tensed his grip, but the Boogieman only placed his hands behind his back, gripping one wrist with the other hand as he brushed past the small spirit. "I laid all my cards on the table that day and everything I said, everything I offered, was true. It's your choice to believe it."

"Choice..." Jack muttered. Pitch glanced over his shoulder. Jack stared down at the snow with a bitter twist to his lips. "You chose to attack the Guardians, the kids, even if you can never fade away?"

"What use is living if you can't share your life with someone?" Pitch watched as Jack's head jerked up, staring at him once more with wide eyes and mouth open. Pitch took a step to half turn to him.

"Family..." Jack whispered near brokenly and Pitch could only nod.

"I definitely didn't lie about that."

Silence fell over them. Jack watched him with that heartaching expression, his eyes hazy with tears that could not fall, and Pitch didn't comment on it. He stared down at Jack, gripping his wrist so tight his nails were starting to break through his skin.

Jack was... achingly beautiful, even in his melancholy. He had seen the rage, the bitter anger and resentment, the fearful turmoil, every time those bright eyes looked at him back then, and every time he was so, so beautiful. All the love and light and laughter was meant for everyone else, but this, Jack's most deeply buried feelings, all the ugly faces he wouldn't dare show the children, those were meant for him.

Pitch turned away. Something bitter and vile was clawing up his throat, his nails digging into his skin. Shadows roiled around him, the darkening night darkening further.

He didn't want those ugly feelings. But he did deserve them.

He took a step away, the nearest shadow wrapping around his foot as he prepared to return to his lair.

"Hey, wait a minute!"

Pitch stopped. Jack darted forward on the wind, stepping down just in front of him. He chewed his lower lip between his teeth, something shining in his eyes Pitch had never seen before, not to him.

"What?" he asked. Pitch wasn't sure if he sounded tired... or confused.

Jack chewed his lip some more. His grip tightened and loosened on his staff. "Do you wanna... I don't know, have some fun?"

More silence was swallowed up by the snow around them.

"What?" Pitch was definitely confused.

Jack snorted lightly, covering his mouth. Pitch blinked down at him. "Sorry! I mean, you just... seem like you could use some fun in your life, I guess." His eyes were sparkling in a way they never had before at Pitch.

Pitch loosened his grip on his wrist. "I think your idea and my idea of fun are two very different things, Jack Frost."

Jack was definitely grinning behind his hand. "Maybe, but I think there's a way we can meet in the middle. There's a Christmas horror movie playing at the local theater." His hand dropped and his grin was mischievous. He looked up at Pitch from under his lashes. "Wanna help me scare some humans?"

The smile that tugged at Pitch's lips was slow, menacing, and positively delighted. He bowed with a flourish, holding a hand out dramatically. "Lead the way."

Jack laughed and hopped in the air, Pitch followed from the shadows. He was led to a cinema, popping up from the shadows behind a small crowd of humans already in their seats and waiting for the show to start. Jack landed next to him. He gestured to the back row where no one was sitting, and Pitch followed him. From there, they had a decent view of the movie goers. The audience was silent with anticipation, the title card played, and the tension was palpable.

Jack leaned in close to him, as if anyone could hear him, and Pitch indulged him, leaning down to meet him. "Wait for my signal," was all he said. Pitch nodded, then sat back to enjoy the show.

The first five to ten minutes of the movie took place indoors, but any time a character stepped outside Jack would tap his staff to the floor. The temperature in the theater dropped, and the audience visibly shivered. Some looked around themselves, their nerves lighting up and Pitch breathed it all in. Pitch caught on quickly, his shadows roiling in the dark corners of the theater everytime a character entered a dark room. Tension rose as the humans muttered amongst themselves. One even pointed at his shadows.

As the movie went on, Jack worked a breeze through the room. Someone yelped. At another point, Pitch encouraged his shadows to dance at peoples feet. More than one person jumped. At the next jump scare, a shadow tugged on a woman's hair and she screamed. The rest of the audience jumped and the tension had reached the ceiling by the time the third act had started.

Jack was shaking in his seat. Pitch glanced over, worried for half a second that this wasn't actually what he'd had in mind, that he had messed this up somehow, that he was scaring Jack away.

To his absolute shock, Jack was laughing. He was laughing so hard he was shaking, near doubled over with a hand clamped over his mouth. Delighted tears clung to his lashes and his feet practically stamped the floor through his giggles. A smile twitched at Pitch's lips.

Jack had never laughed for him before.

He leaned down. "Ready for the big finish?" he whispered against a pale ear, his voice husky with the power he had fed on, and maybe with something else he didn't want to name just yet. Jack looked up at him with shining blue eyes, sparkling like the sun on a chilly winter morning, hand still clamped over his mouth as he nodded vigorously. Pitch smirked back. "Then watch the master at work," he preened.

He instructed the shadows to calm a little, relegating them back to the corners. The audience seemed to calm with them, the tension still high, but enough to make them relax and enjoy the final moments of the movie. As they watched, Pitch moved his shadows out of their sight, snaking them up through the aisles to wait at unsuspecting feet. Pitch lifted a finger, tapping Jack's staff and Jack got the hint, providing a final chilly breeze that immediately had the audience on edge. Anticipation was thick.

And then, as the music swelled and the killer was revealed, the hero screamed and the audience screamed with him as shadows brushed against revealed skin, pulling on hair and brushing against cheeks and hands, tugging feet and poking their backs sharply. Pitch cackled as someone broke down into sobs.

As the credits rolled, the humans cheered, clapping and laughing and crying in equal measure. Pitch shadow traveled to the front of the room, standing before the humans on a pedestal of shadows, and taking a low bow. When he looked up, not a one of them was looking at him, and he expected that, and he expected the hurt that inevitably came with it, but he did not feel it. Instead, he felt warmth as there in the back, perched upon the tip of his staff, was Jack Frost, clapping wildly along with the audience and smiling that blindingly bright smile right down at him.

Jack had never smiled at him like that.

But there he was, clapping and cheering and smiling just for him and Pitch felt warmth fill his insides, felt a lump lodge in his throat. He looked away as the audience left, followed them out quickly through the shadows. Jack joined him not too long after.

"That was amazing!" the younger man cheered excitedly. "That was so cool, I've never been able to get a reaction like that! I can usually get a few shivers and some laughs, but man! I've never gotten them to scream like that! You have to teach me how to do that! How do you know how to time it so well? I've seen that movie like five times now and I still can't get it right, but you - that... that was awesome!" Jack continued to ramble, arms waving wildly as he gestured back to the theater, to Pitch, to the humans who walked by still gushing about their experience. His smile was so bright, so welcoming, so warm, and Pitch couldn't stop himself from leaning down, from tasting that warm cold with the barest brush of lips against the corner of Jack's mouth.

Jack froze.

Pitch pulled away. He looked down at Jack with a softness he hadn't felt in eons, smiling gently down at the now wide eyes gazing back at him. "I had... fun, Jack," Pitch muttered. "I'd love to do this again sometime. If you'd like."

Jack swallowed, his throat visibly bobbing with the action and Pitch wanted to taste that too. "Um... okay... Yeah, we should - we should definitely do this again..." He smiled again, slowly, softer this time, his cheeks flushing a pale purple. "Thanks, Pitch..."

Pitch smiled back. "Anytime, Jack. See you around." And then he sunk into shadow.

From a darkened alley nearby, he watched as Jack stood there a moment longer. The boy reached up, pressing his fingers to his lips. Another smile tugged at them slowly, bright and happy, and he laughed in a way Pitch had never heard him laugh before. It was gentle. It was shy. There was a joy in it that didn't come from snowball fights and sledding with children or from spending time with the Guardians. Pitch smiled.

That was his laugh. That laugh was for Pitch and for Pitch alone.

And he couldn't wait to find out what it tasted like.

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I've never done a prompt like this before so I hope I did it right!! Thank you for the ask, you're always so good to me so I hope you like it!!

I am accepting title ideas!

#I'll edit it later #needs a title so i can post on tumblr #my writing #harley writes #blackice #rotg #jack frost #pitch black #fic #kozmotis pitchiner #not a wip look at that #rise of the guardians

[beesmygod]

what do u think are the top 5 stand fights in jojo

this is very hard. at first i thought it was bc there were so many to choose from but when you narrow them down it's a pretty short list of bangers. the problem is the short list is extremely good. here is my best attempt at what ive read so far

READER BEWARE: SPOILERS ARE THERE

star platinum vs the world

example: oh? you're approaching me?

like, obviously, you have to put this one up really high. its The Fight of All Time. it has everything:

a dramatic character death that is NOT in vein......rip to kakyoin the sickest little boy in all of egypt

the apparent death of beloved bastard joseph joestar, in which he gives the longest dying speech since hamlet that sounds like "jotaro! press the A button to punch dio really fast and reffill your meter!" only to be returned to full health at the end so he can do the single greatest prank of all time.

jotaro finally says something so cool it makes you want to stand up and scream for him in sheer rapturous joy

polnareff gets a good hit in.

dio becoming subject to the exact same torment that he inflicts upon others right before a death that definitively underscores that he is lesser than he knew himself to be is perfection. honestly an incredible end to one of the greatest villains of all time. it feels very, very earned and satisfying

killer queen: bite ze dusto vs. the entirety of the town of morioh

example: yoshikage kira traumadumps about getting a boner to a stranger

i actually think this one is my absolute favorite of them all. the communal effort to take out yoshikage kira is a monumental undertaking; he is an absolute bastard with a seemingly endless string of luck. living members of the community who have good hearts, his victims who have been waiting for justice, strangers from far away dedicated to righting wrongs, and a completely powerless 10 year old powered entirely by the raw energy of a child's pure conscience band together to end a literal cycle of violence. how the fuck do you defeat a man who has already killed you and you don't even know it?? how do you stop someone who can turn back time?? it truly fucking seems like hes going to get away with it at the end. and then AGAIN you're like "oh no oh my god hes going to-" and then the single greatest villain death in the history of manga happens lol. ohhhhh its so fucking good.

its another battle thats made all the better by the sum of its parts. the entire yoshikage kira arc is near perfection. the set ups, pay offs, and who it chooses to celebrate as the heroes in the end creates a very satisfying cap to a great series.

osiris vs the stardust crusaders

example: jotaro loses a hand, and increases his bet

i love the stand fights that barely end up being stand fights. star platinum throws i think a single punch in this fight and its to light jotaro's cigarette, a mere taste of the sheer, near impossible speed of star platinum. how fast IS star platinum anyway....would you.....bet your life on it...??!!!!

a friend online told me about the "jotaro has autism" fan theory, and i was like "hm. whatever" until this episode, when i fully 100% believe that jotaro not only has autism but has figured out how to hone and weaponize it against his enemies. all these morons have to do is win a game of chance against a professional gambler who also openly cheats. i love this shit. this is the part of the story where jotaro really, really starts to shine and his unique strengths as a little badass piece of shit start to come through. i think he really starts to solidify his personality here when he finally gets a win that isnt based on "punch something really fast".

oingo and boingo/hol horse and boingo vs themselves

example: hol horse, noted woman respecter, does a flying jump kick on a random rich woman and she's so grateful she pays him in jewels

im counting these as one because i can and i want to. these episodes are fucking tops. easily top 5 eps of the entirety of stardust crusaders. i dont think anyone involved in the anti-dio squad had any idea oingo or boingo existed. bringing back that stupid asshole hol horse is literally always going to be appreciated as he's one of the best recurring villains even though his stand fucking sucks lmfao. boingo's too actually. his stand is he has a book but the book is an asshole. great goofy shit. what is fucking wrong with polnareff and joseph

da morioh boyz vs rohan kishibe

example: rohan makes every comic artist in the world mad

speaking of "whats wrong with him", ive posted a lot about rohan so i'll spare you it again but it's all highlighted best in his first ep. the one where he eats a spider, tears a child's face off for artistic inspiration, and tells another he has a whack ass haircut.

~honorable mentions~

jotaro vs literally two rats: the man who defeated dio and all of his minions almost gets completely smoked by jerry the mouse of tom and jerry fame.

koichi hirose vs yoshikage kira: aka the sheer heart attack fight. clever solution, funny jotaro moments, explosions, koichi levels up, THREE FREEZE, etc

joseph joestar and avdol vs bastet: a rare comedy stand where the joke is good. mariah is a fun antagonist. its also a rare pair up that turned out to be a lot of fun. they play off each other well (badly)

yoshikage kira vs stray cat: foil ep to jotaro's rat episode. weird perspective, fun to see kira play the hero briefly.

team bucciarati vs pesci and prosciutto: aka fighting old lol. the twist on how araki keeps prosciutto's power going while making him inaccessible is twisted. beach boy is also a skin crawling stand. very dangerous boys.

#jjba #long post #jojo's bizarre adventure

[convexicalcrow]

Does Scar also have a possession kink? I read your 'Old Habits' and just... Im thinking they both are whores for it. lol

I mean... yes and no. They are both whores for it but for different reasons. They get different things out of it. Yes, because possession is the vehicle by which they become full Vexes and access their powers. Scar wouldn't be so possessive of his Vex head if he wasn't into it. But there's more to it than that.

To me, what makes me say Cub has a possession kink is that for him, it's all about the lack of power, the giving up of control to a higher being or authority. It's about willingly giving your body to Something Else to use as It sees fit. (Or unwillingly, as was the case with the skulk.) It's like being in a 24/7 total power exchange/TPE relationship, to borrow some BDSM language. Cub's not in charge, because he doesn't want to be; he just does what he's told, and he's fine with that.

And ofc Scar does have that to a certain extent, because he does place the Vex as a higher authority. He still has his Vex head that he's so possessive about, he has the giant Vex head in Scarland, the Evoker in Main Street, he won't kill Vexes beause he's Not Allowed To, it's there. He's willing to serve and embrace the Vex and give them a presence in Scarland.

But to me, this isn't about Scar giving himself over to the Vex in the way Cub does. To me, this is a show of power. It's signposting what he is, what power he has access to, who he is. Scar is a Vex, and you can't go to Scarland without being able to see that. It's a threat, and a reminder, that the ConVex never went away. ConCorp didn't die at the end of s6 with Scar on his diamond throne. That lore never ended. It wasn't like wizard Scar or tycoon Scar or Elf Scar or any of the other various characters Scar has played over the years. They come and go, but Vex Scar is forever.

Contrast that with how Cub leans into it, but he isn't building Vex shrines in his base, he's not having Evokers everywhere, it's not something he shows off, because that's not who Cub is. With Cub, you don't know what's hit you until it's too late. You never see it coming. Things seem normal... until they really aren't, and you can't remember how we got here, but that's what's happened.

Like, when the crossover happened, Cub hid one (1) skulk catalyst under the sheep/cow/animal farm at the Hermit base on the first day for shits and giggles, and that seemed fine. Talked about building a cake empire. Sure, why not? Built a house out of blocks from every empire, which was a nice touch. Becomes a monster slayer bc why not and also cool giant battle axe. And then all of a sudden, ya boi decides to go into a swamp and get his ass possessed, and starts pranking hard for a couple of weeks before finally getting cured and escaping back through the rift. Like. LIKE. IT WAS LIKE FIVE WEEKS. ALL OF THAT HAPPENED IN LIKE FIVE WEEKS. There's no way we could have predicted ANY OF THAT given where we started. Especially given it was his idea. Just go to another server and get posssessed for Lore Reasons nbd. Lore that Shubble also took on as well later on in her series when she got skulk possessed while Supreme was around. Lore that Cub still leans into even now, which makes me see him as serving both the Vex and skulk, since he hasn't just left the skulk lore behind either. It's left residue that he isn't interested in dropping.

(as an aside, I find it SO INTERESTING that of all the character lore Cub has, there's nothing for the old man -> young Cub transition. He just entirely changed his default skin bc he wanted to at the start of s8 and left it at that. Which is fine! You do you, Cub. But you better believe I'm gonna fill that lore gap if he won't. XD)

Meanwhile, Scar was hanging out at Tumble Town, and having a lovely time of it which included building trains and Western-style buildings and ponderosa pine trees and not getting possessed by swamp skulk. SEE. IT'S NOT HARD CUB I PROMISE.

So yes, Scar has a possession kink, but it's nothing like Cub's. For Cub, he serves the Vex (and the skulk); for Scar, the Vex serve him.

#convexical asks #hermitcraft #empires smp #hc x esmp #convex #cubfan135 #gtwscar #vex cub #vex scar #skulk cub #possession kinks #character analysis #some of this is headcanon #some of this is canon

[muertawrites]

I read somewhere that Joseph said Eddie had a crush on Chrissy (dont quote me on this, I just skimmed past it in tumblr lol) but would you ever write something based off of that where the reader is not really jealous but more insecure about their relationship after finding that out?

yes. all the fics about cheerleader!reader make me dysphoric af so i'm here for this request.

plus (and no hate to joey babe, he knows our boy better than anyone) but i really can't see eddie being attracted to someone like chrissy. kind to her the way he was, yes, but genuinely into her? no. she comes from the crowd that causes him so much torment that she would be a massive turnoff for him. she’s also just too... vanilla for eddie. eddie’s a weirdo. he likes other weirdos. 

also, @eddieonfilm​ started posting songs of the day which i love and since i get songs stuck in my head a lot while i’m working on things, i decided i would do the same except with my fics. the only thing i love more than writing fanfiction is forcing my music taste on others. today’s song: 

i apologize in advance for how much i projected in this one. reader is implied to be heavier set and alt.

The air in the boat house is cold, and it has nothing to do with the spring evening setting in. You're relieved that you found Eddie, that he's with you again, unharmed and relatively safe, but that doesn't stop you from wondering. Worrying. Your insecurities and lack of trust take over, and your chest is tight.

He was alone with Chrissy Cunningham in his trailer.

The girl everyone teased him for having a perverted crush on - even the Hellfire Club.

The poor thing is dead. You shouldn't feel this way. But you do. The guilt compounds with your anxiety, crushing you under its immense weight.

“If you keep chewing your lip like that, you’ll gnaw it off.” 

Eddie’s words are mirthful, but he delivers them in deadpan. When you look up at him, his eyes are hollow, empty of the glint of mischief you’ve fallen so hard for. 

You’re sitting on the floor - his back against the wall under the far window, yours against the back of the suspended boat in the middle of the little shack. Your legs are intertwined; he’s close enough to touch, and he does, reaching his hand out for you to take. You accept it, allowing yourself to find comfort in his warmth and weight pressing into your palm. 

“... Why were you with her?” 

Eddie blinks, incredulous, clearly not expecting that to be the question that falls from your lips. 

“I told you,” he replies; slowly, as if you don’t understand him. “It was a deal. Chrissy was freaked out and needed something for the edge.” 

“But she was in your house,” you whisper. “You... you were alone with her.” 

“You can’t be fucking serious right now,” he quips. “Do you actually think I fucking killed her? After all the shit you’ve seen in this ass backwards town?” 

He rips his hand away from yours, the action shredding through you like a rain of bullets. You have to bite the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from crying. 

“No, Eddie,” you assure him. “That’s not... That’s not what’s bothering me.” 

He stares at you, trying to read the creases that frame your downturned lips. He’s so fluent that it takes him a matter of moments to decipher them. When you see the look of recognition that falls across his features, you turn away, ashamed. 

“... You don’t like that I was... alone with her,” he concludes.

“Just drop it,” you sniffle. Tears burn your eyes, and you raise an arm up over your face in an attempt to hide them. “Forget I said anything.” 

“No.” 

Eddie lifts a hand up, waving it in a dismissive motion.

“We need to talk about this. Are... are you... You can’t be jealous. I’ve said two words to Chrissy in my whole life. You know you’re like... the only woman I really talk to.” 

You laugh, the sound void of all happiness; it rings broken, helpless, the bleakness of it completely crushing Eddie.

You’ve known each other a total of six months, but you act as if you’ve been together since birth. Your souls match one another in a way that thrills and terrifies you, and makes it that much harder to picture him alone with someone as pretty and petite as Chrissy. 

Someone so unlike you. 

“Why are you defending yourself?” you ask. “You’re not my boyfriend. You can’t cheat on me.” 

“Because something about Chrissy and I together bothers you,” Eddie spits back, reacting to the bitterness in your tone. “And I don’t want you hating me for it. I’m not your fucking enemy.” 

You hate it when he reminds you of that. It proves that he can see right through you, that your anger and defensiveness is a ploy to protect yourself by deflecting the pain.

Like looking in a fucking mirror, isn’t it Munson?

“I’m not... jealous,” you admit after what has to be the longest moment of your life. “I’m just...” 

Your chest heaves as a sob escapes you. 

“She’s just so pretty,” you whimper. “And so nice, and I’m... I’m so fucking forgettable. I’m a troll and she’s a fucking fairy.” 

“Hey...” 

Eddie’s voice is soft as he slides over to sit beside you, his arm curling around your shoulders and hugging you close. Your face falls into his chest, his smell of cigarettes and weed and dollar store soap more familiar to you than the smell of your own home. 

“Chrissy is... was...” he swallows the word like it’s glass, “... very nice. And yeah, she was pretty. But nice and pretty are boring as shit. Fuck, she was scared of me when she met me in the woods yesterday, because she was fucking the guy who has all of Hawkins convinced I’m possessed by the devil because I run the nerdiest club ever. You’re way cooler than that. Than any of those fucking posers who are too scared to be themselves.” 

His hand falls onto the back of your head, making a trail of tender strokes through your hair. 

“We’re probably gonna die so I’m just gonna find my balls and admit this,” he sighs. “I’m fucking in love with you. Head over heels in love with you. I’ve had a massive crush on you since middle school when you used to argue with our teachers.” He chuckles fondly at the memory. "And in junior year, when you dyed your hair orange because Jason Carver called you a soulless bitch in front of the whole cafeteria? God, and the way you always wear those really frilly dresses with the combat boots... I’ve been pining after you for fucking ever. I’ve written songs about you. When you started talking to me I wondered why the hell I never tried to get close to you sooner. I would’ve been way less miserable if I actually got to know you when I wanted to.” 

You sniff, leaning heavily against him as you let his words sink in. You never knew he noticed you growing up the way you always noticed him. The revelation is comforting; sobering. 

“... Well. I don’t think we’re gonna die,” you finally murmur. “But we’ll definitely experience a new level of trauma after this.” 

Eddie laughs. He presses a kiss to the crown of your skull, his hand finding yours once again and lacing his ringed fingers between your bare ones, admiring the way they fit together. 

“I’ve been meaning to level up my trauma,” he muses. “... But you’re right. We’re not gonna die. We can’t die - we’ve gotta grow old and senile together.” 

You smile, absently bringing his knuckles to your lips. The feeling raises goosebumps up his arm. 

“... Eddie?” you whisper. 

“Yeah, sweetest.” 

“I love you, too.” 

🌹💀get your eddie fix💀🌹

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[krirebr]

We Are Vain & We Are Blind was obscenely good and I am still thinking about it! Question for you (which may be spoilery for those who haven’t read it yet, so shoo!!)…

Also putting a gif of pretty boy to help separate the spoilers lol:

Do you have thoughts or maybe kind of like outtakes that you imagined happened during any of the mind-wiped times Ransom fed on Reader?

And! Do you think she would regain those memories in her new suped up state?!

Oooh! I love these questions! Putting my answers below the cut for spoiler reasons.

I never came up with anything specific for those times, but I do have some general thoughts. I think the first time, behind the grocery store, he let her fully see him and know what was happening and really reveled in her terror. This would have been when he was still planning to kill her, so he would have gone full monster.

It would have been a little different, I think, after that. He wouldn't have been as rough, because now he wanted her to last. But also he was really enjoying fucking with her. So sometimes it was just a quick feed, but other times he was getting information from her, mostly about herself, as he realized how intrigued he was by her. I think he probably knows a lot about her relationship with Andy. Maybe more than anyone else. He would have made her tell him everything.

The last time, when she went to the house and lost the entire night, I think he fed from her multiple times but I also think it was around then that he made the final decision to turn her instead of just keeping her as a pet. So I think he probably spent some of that time making plans for the future, as their time in town was running out and getting the rest of her history from her.

I think he also spent a lot of the time, post-grocery store building her attraction to him. There was definitely a base there that was all her and an aspect that was his supernatural allure, but I think he worked on it too.

I don't think she ever gets the full vivid memories back, but I do think there's now a hazy recollection there - mostly feeling-based. Like, she doesn't have a clear memory of what happened the first time he fed on her, but she remembers being scared. But I think she feels a lot of distance between her and those memories, like they're behind a translucent veil if that makes sense.

Thank you so much for these questions! I had such a good time building this world and I'll always be so happy to talk about it!

#we are vain & we are blind #ask kris #spoilers #ask #dark ransom drysdale #ransom drysdale x reader

[idkfitememate]

Hey! 🐗 Here and I know that your oc is very different from another OC but they kinda reminded me of each other, *cough cough priests in mond cough cough* it's from a webtoon called breeze to ascension and I totally recommend it! I don't remember the name of the character right now but the story is really good and I think you might like it, based on my very bad character read lol. Anyway thanks for the answer and oh my gosh Ella, hilichurl OC's for the win!!!!!!!!! She is already in my heart and I love her!!!! Wings!!!! She is just so akbeksjqvmshdbwjs!!! Care to elaborate a little on her? My mind in already making up scenarios with her and I don't even know her lol

-🐗

I don’t usually read Webtoon but I can at least look it up!

Also Ella!! Yay!!! I love her sm I’d be more than happy to talk a bit more about her!

Her entire deal is that she is a winged Churl, which were thought to be extinct. If you look through the Genshin manga (or just look em up), you can see that they existed during the time Mond was under the aristocracy rule!

She is able to speak the common language and has “human” intelligence, making the Mondstadtians feel a bit off and iffy about killing them.

She a take-no-shit give-no-fucks kinda girl. She will fuck you up, no hesitation if you mess with her.

She’s essentially the Churl representative for Mond. Churls & humans have reached a kinda symbolic relationship here because of Ella’s & Ludwig’s attempts!

I can also say this about her, she fucking hates Liyue. She flew over it once, nearly got killed by a certain short Anemo boy. Fucking hates them. She hates a lot of thing ngl-

For world building I like to give them voice lines so here’s a few:

Good Morning: “What are ya doin’ out here? The sun’s barely up and you’re going f’ what? A walk?.. Let me come with. The sleepin’ pile’s gettin’ crowded.”

Good Night: “The moon’s up… Nice time f’ a bonfire beneath the stars… Wanna come? Pretty sure some of m’ mates are gonna sing some songs. You ever danced a Hilichurls waltz?”

Good Afternoon: “It’s nice ta take a moment… jus’ ta breath n’ take it all in… oh. You’re here too, I guess.”

Good Evening: “Nice crisp winds, perfect f’ flyin’. You got one of them uh… wing gliders? If not you can ride m’ back. No right grips or nothin’ though.”

When it Rains: “Guh… hate the rain… makes m’ hair all matted n’ stuff… you know how hard it is to comb ya hair with no hands?”

After the Rain: “Ngh… Now m’ all wet n’ cold n’ shiver-y…”

When it Snows: “GAH?! I don’t fly up Dragonspine f’ a reason!! To cold TO COLD!!”

When the Wind is Blowing: “Finally, some nice weather!”

About Ella: “What do ya wanna know me? M’ a talkin’ Churl who has wings. What else could ya possibly want ta know?”

About: Vision: “Vision? Don’t got one. Doubt the bast… I mean… people up in Celesta would even consider givin’ one to a ‘monster’ like me..”

About Diluc: “Diluc? Ya mean that guy who goes around at night beating m’ friends up? Yeah, hate his guts. Should see how he looks at me when I stroll around town durin’ th’ day.”

About Razor: “Wolfie? Ya I know im’. Nice little thing when ya really talk to im’. Nice hunter too. Gets th’ good stuff heh.”

About Klee: “The amount of time I’ve had ta tell her I ain’t for blowing up is insane. Good kid, don’t get m’ wrong just… uh… I don’t know what ta call her honestly…”

About Albedo: “The weirdo tries ta experiment on me every. Single. Chance he gets. Can’t shake im’ off or nothin’. Hate im’ and hate the way he looks at me… freak…”

I think I’m gonna stop here, but that’s the basis for her! She will beat you up, no hesitation, give her a chance. She will. And I wanna hear some of your ideas now that you know a bit about her! ☆૮꒰ˊᗜˋ* ꒱ა

Also more questions are always welcomed and appreciated!! ૮꒰˶ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ˶꒱ა˖⁺‧₊˚

#asks <3 #anon <3 #my ocs <3

[sourcreammachine]

Doctor Who episodes ranked let’s go

(o’th’ revived era. and eight’s movie because i’ve seen it)

and two-parters are counted as one, but i get to define what a ‘two-parter’ is. this is because i’m in charge not you

9.11 Heaven Sent aka the stars align and somehow Moffat manages to pull an incredible script out of his arse after being stuck up there for so long aka Capaldi is the new Atlas from carrying his entire era aka now you understand why i’m splitting up some two-parters and not others aka ahaha 9.11 lol

3.8/9 Human Nature / The Family of Blood

1.9/10 The Empty Child / The Doctor Dances

3.10 Blink

2.4 The Girl in the Fireplace

4.12/13 The Stolen Earth / Journey’s End

1.6 Dalek

6.i A Christmas Carol

3.11 Utopia

4.8/9 Silence in the Library / Forest of the Dead

7.v The Time of the Doctor okay hear me out first thing is i’m an absolute sucker second thing is why couldn’t season 7 have actually seeded any of this with actual thought and subtly rather than mystery-box hackery it literally makes me think of how much better his era could’ve been if Moffat wasn’t so up his own arse

2.8/9 The Impossible Planet / The Satan Pit

7.iv The Day of the Doctor

4.11 Turn Left

3.4 Girldick

1.12/13 Bad Wolf / The Parting of the Ways

7.iii The Night of The Doctor aka my boi Eight finally gets done justice

4.10 Midnight

4.6 The Doctor’s Daughter

3.2 The Shakespeare Code

3.i The Runaway Bride

2.12/13 Army of Ghosts / Doomsday

2.3 School Reunion

6.11 The God Complex

4.1 Partners in Crime

10.11/12 World Enough, and Time / The Doctor Falls (look, i’m a sucker i know, and i couldn’t give a shit about Gomez and Simm, but fuck you Moffat actually figured out how to write human emotions. Talalay’s finest hour. Lucas’ finest hour. Moffat did not deserve a swan song but he got himself one somehow)

5.2 The Beast Below

8.8 Mummy on the Orient Express (despite the awful, horrible ending, see below (very far below))

4.7 The Unicorn and the Wasp

4.2 The Fires of Pompeii

7.12 Neil Gaiman’s Good Episode

1.1 Rose

5.1 The Eleventh Hour

2.7 The Idiot’s Lantern

10.1 The Pilot

5.10 Vincent and the Doctor

4.i Voyage of the Damned

6.4 The Neil Gaiman Fanfic Hour

3.1 Smith and Jones

4.4 The Sontaran Stratagem / The Poison Sky

6.10 The Girl Who Waited

1.2 The End of The World

5.12/13 The Pandorica Opens / The Big Bang

2.i The Christmas Invasion

6.7 A Good Man Jumps The Shark

5.6 The Vampires of Venice

4.3 Planet of the Ood

7.ii The Snowmen

1.11 Boom Town

3.12 The Sound of Drums / Last of the Time Lords

1.7 The Long Game

7.7 The Rings of Akhaten

8.6 The Caretaker

5.7 Amy’s Choice

9.7/8 Zygons. you can basically hear Capaldi’s back cracking from him carrying it

4.v/vi The End of Time, Parts 1 & 2

10.6 Extremis, the most underrated episode fuck you

4.ii The Next Doctor

8.5 Time Heist

6.1/2 The Impossible Astronaut / Day of the Moon

2.1 New Earth

10.3 Twelve Decks a Racist

9.ii The Husbands of River Song (yeah i’m a sucker, the ending gets me)

6.3 Curse of the Black Pearl spot, fuck

11.1 The Woman Who Fell To Earth (based on how it made me feel in 2018, looking back yeah the warning signs were all there)

5.4/5 The Time of Angels / Flesh and Stone

5.11 The Lodger

1.3 The Unquiet Dead

7.4 The Power of Three aka Chris Chibnall Shits Himself on Live Television

2.5/6 Rise of the Cybermen / The Age of Steel

7.9 Hide

10.5 Oxygen aka La Problema Es Capitalismo

8.1 Deep Breath

2.2 Tooth and Nail claw, fuck

1.8 Father’s Day

11.3 Rosa (bring back Blackman as an episode writer, she wrote Noughts & Crosses, she can do it)

7.11 The Crimson ‘Orror

6.8 Let’s Kill Hitler

6.5/6 The Rebel Flesh / The Almost People

4.iv The Waters of Mars

7.6 oh no it’s clara

9.10 yaay clara’s dead

5.8/9 The Hungry Earth / Cold Blood

12.5 Fugitive of the Judoon (again, based on how i felt watching it for the first time. it was a good episode and an interesting mystery box, just one filled with shit)

1.4/5 Aliens of London / World War Three

7.5 The Angels Take amy lol

2.11 Fear Her

8.4 Listen, aka the first episode that Capaldi carries, despite Moffat being himself again

10.ii Twice Upon a Time (ugh we could’ve had a brilliant trilogy to see out Capaldi, but instead we get Moffat masturbating on live television for an hour. look, The Doctor could have had an actual character arc - they feel like they’re on borrowed time after their resurrection on Trenzalore, after the events on Gallifrey they feel like any sort of feelings of ‘duty’ as last of the time lords (as errant and fleeting as such feelings might’ve been) are resolved, and after failing their BIG MASSIVE SEASON 10 ARC with Missy and getting stabbed in the back, and BILL [redacted for spoilers], they’re happy to accept their death - and that’s where the season ends. yuletide 2017 could’ve ended this arc, they’re taught the love of the universe again, they see the goodness they bring to all life - Clara, i am a good man. and when they sit down to die, those words ‘maybe just one more go’ could’ve had the weight of the universe behind them, it could’ve been the greatest who line ever written, had that line actually had weight on its shoulders. Moffat is a hack. mystery-boxing is hacking, end of story. Capaldi, the finest actor ever in the role, was done dirty by scripts with no weight and planning. Grand Moff lives up his own arse - that power gives him the ability to write incredible episodes such as Heaven Sent and everything he ever touched under Davies - but it makes all series, arcs and continuity fall apart into a pile of shit. this episode is the finest example - a universe of potential, reduced to one hour of self-congratulatory masturbation)

6.9 Night Terrors

11.9 It Takes You Away (the one with the frog god)

7.10 Journey to the Centre of the TARDIS

9.12 Heaven Sent Part II: Whoops

8.9 Flatline

7.3 A Town Called Widowmaker

4.iii Planet of the Dead

9.1/2 The Magician’s Apprentice / The Witch’s Familiar

6.12 Closing Time

3.7 42

13.i Eve of the Daleks (the aisling bea one)

8.3 Robot of Sherwood

9.5/6 Maisie Williams

6.13 The Wedding of River Song

5.3 Victory of the Daleks

8.11/12 Dark Water / Death in Heaven aka i’m sorry Gomez but not even you can carry this

3.6 The Lazarus Experiment

11.i Resolution (…of the Daleks)

10.2 Emoji Robots

8.2 Into the Dalek

10.5 Knock Knock. Who’s There? Yer mum

7.13 The Name of the Doctor aka the Biggest Waste of Richard E. Grant until Rise of Skywalker

7.2 Dinosaurs on a Plane

10.8/9 The Pyramid at the End of the World / The Lie of the Land

Doctor Who: The Movie!

11.6 Demons of the Punjab

7.1 Asylum of the Daleks

7.8 Cold War aka i’m starting to think Mark Gatiss might be a bad writer actually

3.4/5 Daleks in Manhattan / Evolution of the Daleks

11.5 P’ting

9.3/4 Under the Lake / Before the Flood aka the Biggest Waste of Peter Serafinowicz since the Clone Wars didn’t bring him back. also a deaf person falling in love with their interpreter is the most toxic thing ever. and it’s 90 more minutes of season 9 tedium ugh

2.10 Love and Monsters. yeah this high up

8.7 The anti-abortion episode. and it’s not just for that fact alone nonono, The Doctor is such an unbelievable unforgivable cunt this time. at least Clara calls them out in that brilliant final-ish scene BUT they’re still unforgivable AND they get forgiven anyway next week?? literally they take the way Clara’s character arc was going and throw it all in the bin

8.10 In The Forest of the Shite

11.7 Kerblam!

10.9 Empress of Mars aka i’m starting to think Mark Gatiss might be a bad writer actually

9.i Last Christmas aka remember how they reset Clara’s character arc after Mummy for literally no reason???? THEY FUCKING DID IT AGAIN!! she’s literally put in limbo for an ENTIRE SEASON, after they gave her TWO good offramps and apparently chickened the fuck out from using them?? and expected me to care when she (spoiler)? also the episode’s like really boring. bonus points for the absolutely perfect casting of Nick Frost tho, very nominative determinism

10.i is my hatred of Doctor Mysterio unwarranted? probably. but i still hate it

12.8 The Haunting of Villa Diodati, the most overrated episode fuck you. no it is not ‘the only good episode of season 12’ - it’s just as bad as the rest. The Doctor is unnecessarily unlikeable. the villain boy is nonsense, uninteresting and unlikeable. and worst of all - i don’t want to have violent sex with any of the people in this villa

12.4 Nikola Tesla’s Tower of Terror

11.8 The Witchfinders

9.9 Sleep No More aka i’m starting to think Mark Gatiss might be a bad writer actually

13.2 Flux Part 2: War of the Sontarans (oh yeah like they don’t do war normally, that’s like saying the fucking ,, toasting of the toaster or something)

7.i The Doctor, the Widow, and the Wardrobe (it’s only Chibnall from here on out let’s goo)

12.1/2 Spyfall. literally how the FUCK do you waste both Stephen Fry AND Lenny fucking Henry how the fuck. also The Doctor basically committed a nazism right

12.3 Orphan 55, the second most underrated episode - a lot of people say it’s Chibnall’s worst but i think there’s worse

12.i Revolution of the Daleks (the priti patel one)

11.2 The Ghost Monument

13.4 Flux Part 4: Village of the Angels

11.10 The Battle of Rashhcjxjshog s Kjalapados

12.7 Can You Hear Me? (that was the one with the finger guy. no i don’t mean jonathan banks)

11.4 Spiders in Sheffield

12.6 Praxeus

12.9/10 how did they let chibnall get away with it. isn’t there supposed to be oversight. aren’t there supposed to be safeguards. how did they let him get away with it

13.1 Flux Part 1: The Halloween Apocalypse

13.ii Legend of the Sea Devils

13.3 Flux Part 3: Once, Upon Time

13.iii The Power of the Doctor aka thank fuck, it’s finally over

10.5 Flux Part 5: Survivors of the Flux

10.6 Flux Part 6: Fuck You Chibnall

#196 #doctor who

[marleyybluu]

Joel

post outbreak!Joel x fem!OC (Molly)

Word count: 2.4k

Content warning: Jackson era, Joel being smitten bcus that's my favourite genre, flirting, fluff, pretty much love at first sight vibes. Joel is in his 40s, OC is in her mid to late twenties, probably some misspellings, oops, OC doesn't have many physical descriptions if any (I was lazy lol)

A/N: If I don’t swallow my pride and post this now then I never will :( I really just needed to get this off my mind it was killing me and if it flops...well... at least I wrote it lol

My dad introduced me to 'Joshua by Dolly Parton', it's been on repeat and it just screams Joel Miller to me.

(not my pic, got it from Pinterest. I'd let him obliterate me. fuck.)

(I pictured video game Joel, but you can picture whichever your heart desires. They're both hot.)

He was a stranger. Three years in this town and he was still a stranger. No one had ever really gotten a good glimpse of him, they said he never left the house unless it was to come into town for groceries or food, or out on patrol with his brother Tommy and even then they always seemed to be in a secluded area where no one else could find them.

And though he was a mystery man people talked, said that he was the meanest and grumpiest man in Jackson, never smiled at anyone and had a permanent frown. They said that if you ever stepped foot on his porch he'd send his dog after you, chase you off his property shouting never to come back. But all these allegations never wavered her fear, she didn't believe the rumours one bit, if no one had a genuine interaction with this man how would they know what he was like?

She wondered though if he was tall if he was handsome, if was he young or was he an older gentleman, what he sounded like-- if he had the same southern drawl as Tommy or if it had faded, though she doubted that. As she leaned on the side of her friend's truck she stared down at the mystery man's house, or at least she guessed it was based on the descriptions she's heard in the town's whispers. He lived a few feet down the hill from her friend's house. It looked big enough, it had two floors and seemed to have at least two bedrooms, she wondered which was his. The longer she stared the more her curiosity ate at her.

"So you've never seen him? Not even once?" She asked, her eyes never leaving the architecture. Her friend, busy packing up the trunk, answered. "I mean I've seen him, but I've never seen his face."

"Is he tall?"

"Looks like he is."

Her eyebrows twitched with interest. "Is he... big? Like muscular?" She felt silly asking these questions but she just needed to know. "Probably."

The trunk slammed shut signalling that her friend was done with their task and ready to go, but she wasn't, almost shocking herself when she blurted out. "I'm going down there." She didn't hesitate, she pushed herself off of the side of the car and took determined steps down the hill leaving her path of footprints behind, her friend watched with her arms crossed and amusement on her face, ready to see her being chased away by that sleeping grizzly bear on the porch.

The closer she got to the house, the nerves and regret suddenly made themselves present but nonetheless she was committed to at least getting to the front door. She made her way up the steps that led to his porch, she tiptoed as best as she could but one misstep caused a creeeak in the boards and the once-sleeping animal had woken from its slumber. She froze, unsure of whether he'd bark at her like the tale's told. They had quite the staring contest before the four-legged creature stood up, shaking its fur off from the faint snowfall before trotting over to her, its tongue hung out while it panted and a soft "ruff!" escaped. The dog nudged her leg with its nose and she giggled dropping down to her knees.

"Well hello, sweetie pie." She greeted giving him a good scratch behind his floppy ears. "You are so handsome, and a good boy." She cooed, his tongue swiped across her face rendering a bellyful laugh from her. "Ugh! I could just take you home."

"Wouldn't recommend that." A low and deep voice spoke above her. Oh shit. It's him. She gulped, her eyes remained on the ground as she rose to her feet. "I mean if you want to steal my dog, least y'could do is look at me." His shoulders bounced as he chuckled, she looked up at him, her pupils dilating at the man in front of her. He was tall, shoulders nice and broad, biceps humungous compared to the size of her head. Head full of salt and pepper hair with a full beard to match the contrast, a sign of his transition into his older years. He had a lovely nose, it curved perfectly and fit his face nicely, freckles scattered over the bridge and faint spots on the rest of his face.

God, he's beautiful.

"H-hello." She stammered, almost stunned by him. "Who are you? What're doin' snoopin' round my place?" He grumbled, well, they were right he was a grumpy man. That infamous scowl splayed on his face. She swallowed hard. "Sorry, sir-"

He shifted his stance, his biceps flexed as he folded his arms across his chest. She tugged at her bottom lip. "My name is Molly, I-I was just visiting a friend and, uh..." It's as if her brain had short-circuited trying to come up with an excuse as to why she was being so nosy. She was tripping, stumbling over her words and he just couldn't keep up his persona anymore. Molly was cute, the blush creeping across her face from either the frost-bitten Jackson air or her nerves, or maybe both but either way it tugged at his heart. 

The creases in his eyes became apparent as he smiled softly. Molly blinked. "I'm just fuckin' with ya sweetheart." She let out a breath she didn't know she was holding and shook her head. "Sorry, sir." She didn't even know what she was apologizing for. 

"Joel, sweetheart, you can just call me Joel." He charmed. 

She quickly glanced past him, the door wide enough that she could catch a glimpse of his humble abode. "Do you live here all by yourself sir- Joel?" A bold question, he straightened up at the sudden inquiry. "I got my dog."

Touché.

"And..."

He fought the smirk on his face, she was cute and her wit was quick, he could admire that. "That's it." He answered.

They held a stare, it was long but it wasn't awkward, she got lost in those pretty brown puppy dog eyes of his. So fucking handsome. Joel nodded at her, "You want to come in? I've got a pot roast, big enough to share." She tingled at his accent, his deep voice and his inviting aura. All her sense of 'stranger danger' suddenly flew out of the window, her promise to go back to her friend had long been broken. She accepted his invitation and stepped foot inside his house. Nobody had made it that far, so they say. Molly looked around, it was quaint, surprisingly neat and tidy. But you could tell a woman did not live here. It was very man-ish.

"I can take your coat." He offered his hand. Gentleman. She shrugged off her jacket and handed it to him, her knuckles brushing his calloused palms— she felt a spark shoot through her. She thanked him and slid off her boots. Her polka-dot socks made an appearance, he was tickled. "Lovely home you have here."

"Thank you. D'ya like anything to drink?" 

She spun around. "Do you have iced tea by any chance?" It was a long shot, he looked like didn't drink anything but beer, whiskey too if he had it. "You're in luck, Maria and Tommy came down here a few days ago. She likes to bring me some, I don't drink much of it though." 

He excused himself and disappeared into the kitchen.

Molly eased her way around the first floor, he had little trinkets and knickknacks but again, it was obvious he lived alone. Her eyes landed on a picture of two young boys, she could only assume was him and Tommy, baseball bats in hand and the field in the background. "Can't tell you the last time I swung a bat," He muttered announcing his return, he handed her a tall glass of Iced Tea, even accompanied it with a straw. "Well, at least, at a ball." 

She softly laughed taking a sip of her beverage. She continued to wander but she took note of his watchful gaze, it wasn't weird or creepy, he just seemed pulled in by her. 

After a small tour he announced that he was going to eat, she joined him, asking if he needed help with anything but he declined. "You're my guest darlin', you don't needa lift a finger." 

She wiggled in her chair at the comment. 

It was only a moment before a nice red bowl was in front of her, the aroma hitting her senses, it smelt wonderful, it smelt like home. He grabbed a seat next to her, she thanked him for the meal before digging in. Her first spoonful knocked her eyes to the back of her head, and she groaned. "This is so fucking good." She said with a full mouth, her eyes widened and she covered her mouth realizing what she'd done lacked basic etiquette. "Sorry." 

"No need to apologize, darlin'. I appreciate the compliment." 

The two ate and chatted. They got to learn about each other. She discovered that Joel used to be a contractor, had a nice house, an old but reliable truck... a daughter, all before the world went to shit he was somebody just like everyone else in Jackson. Said the only reason he came out here was to find Tommy, to rescue him from danger, but his little brother had found solace in this town, found a home in Maria. And it took a lot of persuasion from him in order for Joel to stay. He'd gotten his dog, Titus, when he was on patrol once. Searching through a recently abandoned home he'd found the black dog, barely clinging on to life. It was risky bringing Titus into Jackson, he could tell the poor thing wasn't infected but he brought him by the vet to make sure. 

He'd gotten all his shots and was good to go home, with Joel, and suddenly he wasn't so lonely anymore.

Empty bowls sat on the table, and another round of Iced Tea made its way to her while he just settled for a beer. He took a sip, and she watched his head tossed back, his strong Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed every drop, she wished he was drinking her instead. 

Joel put the bottle down, his mouth twisted as he bit back a question of his own, but he had to know. 

"What were you doin' snoopin' around my yard today?" 

She played with her straw, swirling the cubes inside the glass and with each swish they would melt bit by bit. 

Molly cleared her throat. "I wanted to see if the rumours were true. You've got quite the reputation out there Mr. Miller." 

He knew what people thought of him and honestly, he didn't care, it was easier this way. No one comin' over to his house to borrow some sugar, or just have a friendly chat. He wasn't in the mood for all that, he was a simple man with a simple routine. Patrol and then home to Titus. 

"They say you're a mean and grumpy old man, who yells at anyone who sets foot on your property." 

He scoffed raising his eyebrows that also had a hint of gray in the hairs. "And you still came here?" 

She shrugged. "Wasn't too worried about it." 

He tilted his head. "Why not?" 

Molly's eyes caught his. "Because I didn't think someone could be so mean. And now that I'm here... I stand corrected." 

His eyes softened, her words meaning more to him than she'd ever know. "Thanks." 

She winked bringing her straw to her lips. His eyes drifted down just a bit, watching the way her pretty lips wrapped around the plastic, the way her cheeks would hollow in order to suck up the juice. He shifted in his seat, his eyes quickly moving over to his beer bottle. Molly looked out the window behind him and gasped, the sun had vanished, the only light provided was from the moon. 

"Shit, what time is it?" 

Joel looked at his watch. "It's eight. Got somewhere to be?" 

"No, I just... I didn't expect to stay this long. Plus I have an early patrol. I-- I should get out of your hair." She suggested. He wanted to grab her wrist and tell her to sit back down and stay for the night so they could talk more but he decided against it. "You need a ride home?" 

Molly sighed, she could just go back up to her friend's place but knowing her she was either sleeping or at her sister's place, probably telling her about how bold she was today stepping foot on Joel's land. "If you don't mind." She grimaced. 

"Course not." 

Joel stood to his feet, she stretched her neck to take one final look at the handsome man before he eased past her to head over to the little corner where their shoes sat. They got dressed and headed out. Joel whistled at Titus who was still enjoying his time on the porch. "Get in there bud." He nods over to the entrance of the house. The obedient dog stood but instead of going inside, he headed over to Molly. 

She drops to his level. "Thanks for the warm welcome Titus, I'll see you around sweetie pie." She cooed scratching his ears once again. He nudged her face with his wet nose and she giggled turning her face. "Okay, okay, get inside."

Titus huffed and trotted inside the house. Joel closed the door and walked her over to his truck opening the passenger's side for her and making sure she was good before heading to the driver's. 

They talked in between her feeding him instructions on how to get to her house. They arrived and she hopped out, he was hot on her tail walking her to her door. She searched her jacket pocket for her keys. "I had a great time today." She admitted.

"I did too, s'nice having someone to talk to." He confessed. 

"Oh don't worry, I'll be back." She softly giggled unlocking her door. "Now that I know Mr. Miller isn't so scary." 

Joel smiled earnestly, what was this fucking feeling? He always said he was fine, didn't need another human companion, didn't need someone he had to care for, didn't need someone to catch a headache over. But he'd made the exception for her. "Well, you're welcome back anytime." 

She propped herself on her toes to deliver a quick kiss on his cheek and he swore his stomach flipped around. "Goodnight Joel." 

"Night, pretty girl." 

She was safe inside and he headed back over to his place with a smile etched on his face. 

Molly skipped upstairs, falling face-first into her mattress, she screamed with excitement. She could not wait to see Joel Miller again. 

To the two (i think) followers/mutuals who are aware of TLOU. I hope this reached you, piqued your interest, if this doesn't flop I'll do a part two or something If you liked this fic, feel free to like this fic, comments and reblogs are appreciated. peace and love🤙🏾

#joel miller fics #joel miller x OC #fluff #marleysfanfictions #marleywrites #Spotify #the last of us

[iamhereinthebg]

Despites mysteryfamau and afterlifecityau do you have any other aus?

Yep I had ones before! And I like to imagine stuff, and aus are super funny for this. I just never finished them x'))

I hope you are ready for a lot of bullshits because it was just ideas I got in like a day or two, and dropped right away :D

Here are a few I created and that I remember :00 Most of them are edgy af without me meaning it too, that's mostly why I never developed them ^^

There was the 80s au, which was basically inspired by every kids movie from this era (the goonies, et etc). Where all the mystery kids were friends and strange stuff were happening in the town. Vibes pretty much like in stranger things and they ended up all dying, each mystery died on a different day (n°1 on monday, n°2 tuesday etc) this was my stupid edgy au I created in like 2 days two years ago but it was funny and I did some drawings for it :D

I had a scifi au with robots based on the three laws of robotics by Isaac Asimov. And all mysteries were robots who had one of those laws changed or gone, so the most dangerous and powerful robots to ever exist. Number 6 didn't have the first one and was only used during a big war, he is put to sleep into a lab now. Number 7 was the most imprevisible of all, he is also the only one who looks exactly as a human, no one knows who created him (two twins brothers who are now long lost in space). Tsuchi is used as a super computer and being able to calculate everything, he was the only one with the law 0 implemanted in his brain (the only one scientists trust)

Number 4 was a robot capable of human creativity and was able to imagine the future of humanity, and the harm it could bring. Number 3 was able to read people's mind and was able to lie to them. Number 2 was capable to change her form between a humanoid robot or a fox robot (and also could shrink and all)And number 1 was a kinda strange case. A boy who was gonna have surgery to survive a heart failure and where someone (*cough* Kako) used him as an experiment, so he had robots parts in him, a part of a positronic brain and he was super pissed about it. And the alive characters were all researchers about those robots, trying to make bonds with them on a little spaceship. The Minamoto were the ones owning number 5, 4 and 6. The Yashiro family just got number 7 at a super big price recently. Number 1 (Akane, he was called number 1 because Kako was the one who created the first robots with the three laws in it) was under the Akane family with number 3 and 2.

I just didn't read enough sci-fi book to make something good with this tbh since I am only reading now the classics ahah (I just read the first book of the robots by Asimov and got inspired the au basically)

I had an idea kinda like ghost hotel au where Nene ends up in a strange forest with an upside down house. She has to get to the ground floor (the last floor here) to get out of here. Of course each mystery had a floor and they all made her go through different trials while talking about different views about deaths and how they were all perceiving it. (basically Nene being in the in between before dying and having a second chance to wake up alive if she goes through all trials).

Hanako was a child struck in a room with a lot and lot of toys and clothes (with infinite bunk beds) not understanding that he killed his brother, Shinigami was making young girls go die into a well to get back his friend, Tsuchigomori made people go lost into a maze of memories which looked like a really strange park for children (I can't remember the name in english, the stuff with ball pool and all) to find his lost student, number 4 made them go through a trial (like an attorney) and explained Mei-chan's life while asking them if she deserved to die, I absolutely can't remember the trial of n°1/2 and 3 lol. Mitsuba had an old toy store and he was a toy in it, and I just remember that number 1 was asking Nene if she was missing anything like an arm or a leg but I don't remember for which reason ahah Most of those stuff were inspired by some of my dreams because I thought it was fun :00

Another one I liked was ghost Nene au :00 It was Aoi, Akane and Lemon, a group of friends from the countryside, not wanting to go to different highschool trying to do special stuff for their last summer together. Lemon is fan of cinema so he decided to participate to a little contest to do a short movie and Akane and Aoi decided to help him. They fell upon a strange thing one night and discover a strange girl with plants and waters coming from her eyes. She knows her name is Nene but she has no memory and has absolutely no idea what being dead means. The others definitely say that it's not something serious. So a group of friends plus a ghost, trying to do a movie in one summer while trying to find a way to make Nene pass away to the other side.

It was stupid, and Lemon absolutely wanted to put a lama in his movie and Akane had to disguise himself as one. That's basically it.

And I had an idea recently but I did nothing with it with the characters having all type of magic according to their personnality. So Palmistry, Numerology, Cartomancy etc.

This answer is litteraly 'Maagi putting all the seven mysteries in absolutely non logical au the post'. I am sure I had more idea but i can remember only those ones for now :00 and once again I have no plan to use that :DD

#toilet bound hanako kun fanart #toilet bound hanako kun #tbhk #jshk #aus #ramblings #aoi akane #yashiro nene #yako #the seven wonders #mitsuba sousuke #shijima mei #yugi amane #tsuchigomori #kako #mirai #shinigami #hakubo #jibaku shonen hanako kun fanart #jibaku shonen hanako kun

[tricornonthecob]

I ate an entire bag of key lime popcorn

LK 112: Ultra-Rare Holographic Sense, First Edition

(pt1)(pt2)(pt3)(pt4)(pt5)

Apparently to the seedy part of town. I hope he's throwing punches in a Philadelphia dive bar.

GIRL YOU FUCKEN VOLUNTEERED

Is he going to fight all of them.

"The man makes sense!"

He wishes a motherfucker would.

I also like the implication that he scurried off from dinnertime debate to soapbox yell and get into street fights to blow off steam.

James is all in on the chaos, also damn does that boy have some triceps and traps

Holy fuck where did that come from, what can she bench???

Agent Phillips with like 12 confirmed kills.

"...anybody else rock hard now, or is it just me."

Rude, he didn't even sleep.

Back when I used to work a repair shop, I used to react this way, too, to spawncampers.

Honestly for all the banging and commotion they did, how calmly he walked in was a huge anticlimax.

The voice talent went for teenage "I can't fucking stand when she's like this" bickering, the animators went for teenage "if she doesn't like this, maybe she doesnt like meeeeee" concern. I feel like the departments didn't communicate with each other on this scene.

Sarah honey I think you broke him.

"oh goddammit she's right."

Literally tells him what to do and he just does it.

these auto captions are killing me.

"amirite?!"

omfggggg nooooo he's every redditor

That feel you get when the person you thought would be a good person to interview for your point of view based on looks alone but it turns out looks were deceiving, oh hey that's a running theme in this episode isn't it.

The writers keep harking on about "first time in human history" which is an annoying flourish of propaganda you hear wayyy too often in American media.

Lol she just fucken WALKS AWAY. "No talk to me I'm still angy."

#liberty's kids #james hiller #sarah phillips #Common Sense #Thomas Paine #tricorn on the cob watches LK and makes inane commentary #tricorn watches

[wareagleofthemountain]

Mm not an elf fic request but a curious request about Caladwen

Is she straight? What types of relationships has she had? Is Haldir her first and only? Tell me more about her??

Caladwen, my baby! Thanks so much for the Ask!

“Is she straight?”

Actually, I would say that she’s bi. I really like the idea that elvish societies are far more accepting when it comes to relationships and have no gender roles or sexism as opposed to human civilizations. This is mostly due to the fact that marriage for them is extremely personal. Like, they literally share their physical soul with their partner and therefore need to find someone and a relationship dynamic that works for them. They truly believe that, as long as the relationship is healthy, love is love and deserves to be honored regardless of who you are. In general, I think that elves, being creatures who are deeply in touch with the spiritual realm, are likely to choose their loves based on their auras and inner light. I know this sounds cliché, but the more genuine and kind you are on the inside, the more beautiful you become to them on the outside as well.

Also, instead of elflings being raised with the human ideas that “boys should do this and girls should do that” they are encouraged to find their individual identities and skill sets. And no craft would be considered less than when pinned against another as elves have great respect for the abilities of their kin and their resources. For example, if let's say that an ellon was gifted at tending to plants, he would not be looked down upon as “weak” if his wife were a warrior. Anyway, sorry for the side tangent. Back to Caladwen lol.

“What types of relationships has she had? Is Haldir her first and only?”

Okay… so I’m still trying to figure out how I want to display sexual relations in my versions of elvish culture, but I’m going to deviate from cannon and say that physical intimacy doesn’t automatically mean marriage. The bonding process requires a special ritual beforehand.

Caladwen has had many admirers who have tried to initiate courtship in the past, but it never really went anywhere since her traveling show wouldn’t stay in one city for more than a week at a time. Glorfindel definitely has a thing for her and struggles to come to terms with the fact that she doesn’t feel the same. But she has a fear of commitment; a serious relationship to her means that she loses her freedom and she’s not ready to do that. The only other relationships she’s had before Haldir have been short flings 😉 to distract her when life gets stressful. And even those are far and few between. Overall, she’s very much a workaholic with little interest in finding anything serious.

Until she finds Haldir… I don’t wanna give away too many spoilers, but I will let it slip that she incidentally was the reason Haldir broke off an engagement.

More about her? I’ll tell you what I know so far!

As previously mentioned, Caladwen was born in Imladris with her parents being killed when she was around the age of 25 (I think elves come of age when they’re about 100). After that, she was sent to live with her cousin in Lorien. Coincidentally, she and Haldir vaguely knew each other in their youth but never became friends.

Growing up, Caladwen showed great potential in archery and used her free time to hone her skill. She caught the attention of Reniedir, one of the performers of the traveling circus that was rolling through town and offered his tutelage in exchange for her joining his act.

She qualified and completed in her first Exhibition of Realms (which is that elvish Olympic concept I was playing with) and took a gold medal in archery. It’s literally her pride and joy.

Fun fact! Haldir dislikes Reniedir when he first meets him because he’s jealous of how he interacts with Caladwen. They’ve been performing together for a long time, and Haldir isn’t fond of how synchronized their movements are, how often he holds her by the waist during their stunts, and how much she trusts him.

Soft HCs!

she’ll take this to her grave, but she’s scared of the dark and jumps when she hears the house settling at night.

After her and Haldir’s wedding, the lord and lady of Lorien, as well as all of their co-workers, fired both of them for two weeks so they would go on a honeymoon. Caladwen was in the middle of her medical training and Haldir had just made Captain of the Marchwardens, and everyone knew they wouldn’t take time off for themselves. So they were forced to lol. Also, I HC that newly bound elves shouldn’t be separated for long periods of time in the first year of their union because being disconnected from the energy of their partner can make them physically sick. So no long patrols for Haldir for a bit.

She loves to kiss his sensitive ears and hear his little uncontrollable whimpers.

She LOVES decorating their Talan for holidays.

Thanks! This was fun!

[fivekrystalpetals]

My thoughts for Retrace XLVII - Retrace XLVIII

Okay, so after these two chapters, I had a sudden realization that Oz is actually super smart. To say, I knew he was smart but to ad-lib or basically bullshit his way into the mansion in the possession of an influential guy from a neighboring country is just... wow lol.

I was cheering for him all along because he really, efficiently managed the whole Isla Yura business all by himself. The very reason everyone got to get into his secret castle was Oz. Isla Yura, being a person of another country, meant Pandora can’t even have a seize-and-search sort of warrant either.

The plan went something like this—

a. Jack Vessalius No.1 fan, Isla Yura would extend an official invitation to Oz to visit his mansion (where they suspect the third seal is hidden) if he brings out his inner Jack from within him.  

b. Oz does a perfect personification of Jack and recites a poem he had memorized from the papers given by Ryatsu (hold on, this means they had really formed a cult revolving around Jack??? I wasn’t wrong?!) Even their emblem is based on the description in the poem. 

I believed it was Jack, okay? I really believed Jack had popped out when Oz tried to stab himself. But then—

—he got me good grrr! I love his expressions here, and yes, Rufus Barma you too did your part (sigh he is needy for attention lol)

c. But the next problem is that only Oz has been invited to the mansion and he needs to get everyone in there so that they can hunt for the Seal together. A problem which he once again handles resourcefully. Well it isn’t exactly a lie that his first Coming-of-Age ceremony had been interrupted by the Baskervilles and that he never got to the end. 

d. Isla Yura offers to organize the second Coming-of-Age ceremony at his mansion (for his own purposes too ofc) 

e. annnnd Mission Complete!

I had the same expression as Gil here lmao—

2] When Alice sniffed at Elliot, my first thought had been—ooooh, more evidence for my Elliot being next Glen theory???

(unfortunately that theory is debunked now ofc) but this too was quite a bit of foreshadowing.

It’s a neat detail that Alice, a chain, could detect the presence of an illegal chain inside Elliot that he himself was unaware of; however, she couldn’t place it right away (had she figured it out earlier, could the tragedy have been avoided, I wonder? But the hand will continue to move whether they like it or not, right? Maybe, they could have killed Humpty-Dumpty before the hand moved back to the starting point? idk. Just me still sad that this too-precious-for-this-world boy was to meet with such an end *flips table and jumps out of the window*)

3] What a beautiful picture!

Somehow it makes me more worried about what’s coming up for them for the future :(( already one down, ten to go lol 

Oz is the only one smiling properly at the camera; Gil and Alice bickering as usual. Sharon wants Alice to call her Mom Big Sis. Break is trying to act cool and failing. Reim, smile properly at the camera, what’s with that :> smile lol? Uncle Oscar has adopted the entire town by this point, I am sure. Somebody pat Echo's head please! Elliot, cut out your tsundere act and join the others!

Well, let me end this small post with this picture of Elliot and Oz nostalgic fist bump TT_TT me sobbing over all the what-could-have-been-s

#pandora hearts #oz vessalius #rufus barma #isla yura arc #retrace xlvii #retrace xlviii #may-reads-ph #the fandom better have the canon-divergence and what-ifs-aus fanfics ready for me by the time i finish this series lol #so i can close my eyes to whatever happens #in canon and pretend like everything is alright just like merry un-birthday!