#besties frame each other for murder

[xxshadowcasterxx]

Okay but let’s be real if Mumbo walked in on Cannibal Grian eating someone he would near faint at the blood and be panicking and shit and Grian would just go “If you don’t help me cover this up we are both going to jail cause if I go down so do you,” and then they become besties.

#grian #fanfic #mumbo jumbo #cannibal tw #cannibal grian #waffle duo #besties frame each other for murder

[wowowwild]

For my krisnix enjoyers. Pls accept my ramblings below.

Good evening. It's me, Mx. Wild. First and foremost, I don't think anyone does, but I definitely do not think they are health, just to be exceedingly clear. Also these are my mostly canon compliant musings, I have other 'if this, then that' headcanons I'm not shoving in here bc nobody has the time for all of that at once. Now, moving on.

Look, Phoenix has bad taste. Kristoph is known to make horrible decisions. Match made in a hell equivalent. Kris wants to keep Phoenix close bc he's paranoid, Phoenix wants to keep Kris close bc he's a sketchy mf (imo).

I think Phoenix would know Kris wanted something out of the relationship. Some random guy he doesn't know stands up for him and tries to be besties with him all of a sudden? Kristoph could absolutely spin it that he knew the legendary Phoenix Wright would never and he feels bad bc it was his little brother who exposed the fake and is so appalled that someone would frame Phoenix and he wants to get to the bottom of it. That's even believable. I don't think that takes away from the clear indication that Kristoph wants something out of the relationship.

And Phoenix isn't stupid. Don't get me wrong, mans is dumb of ass, but he's incredibly intelligent. I think fairly early on if not immediately he would expect that the relationship (at this point budding friendship) is transactional to a certain degree. And honestly, he would get a lot out of it, too. Someone definitively believes he's innocent and is helping him through the worst years of his life. At some point Phoenix figures out the truth, but I don't see any universe where him knowing that is immediate. There would be too much going on. They have time.

From Kristoph's perspective, he needs to keep Phoenix close and figure out what he knows at all times. Kristoph isn't stupid either, just spiralling further and further out of control. Once Phoenix begins to suspect, it's a matter of time before Kristoph suspects that he suspects. Whole lot of suspecting going on. But until then they have time.

So while they have time, they 're both putting into this relationship they have. They're 'friends'. From the outside it wouldn't look like it, but they care, Phoenix might care a bit more genuinely on purpose, but Kris would also have to care somewhat after all that time. Even if it was on accident, if someone is a big enough part of your life, even if you hate them, you start to care.

I think the type of person Phoenix is, is someone that Kristoph has not seen a lot of. Phoenix and Klavier are pretty similar, I can see him drawing some parallels, but he's not really close to Klavier at this point. I think Phoenix's true personality would be pretty disarming for Kris, he wouldn't know what to do, how to act towards someone like Phoenix. With that loss of control and stability, I can find him accidentally very quickly coming to care to Phoenix, despite also hating him. As strange as it is to say, you can hate someone without disliking them, just like you can love someone without liking them.

So taking this time, we've come to a situation where they care for each other. Depending on how long they have, maybe they've come to love each other platonically, romantically, and/or otherwise. But at some point Phoenix begins to suspect. It would be complicated for him. He doesn't want to suspect his friend of being a forger or eventually a murderer. It's hard to say exactly when those two dots might connect or which came first, but at some point he realizes these things. So what happens then?

Phoenix has learned his poker face by now, but Kristoph knows him fairly well at this point too. Phoenix can probably keep the fact that he's suspicious under wraps for a while. Even though Kris knows him well enough to eventually see through, Phoenix knows Kristoph well enough to know how to hide it. Kristoph can never get out of Phoenix anything definitive. Nothing that could be used as an admission. At this point they both know what game they're playing and that the other is in just as deep.

At this point, it would hurt them both deeply if they had fallen into a committed relationship (qpr, romantic relationship, exclusive fwb, etc.). Phoenix has to have some PTSD about the Dahlia situation, and Kristoph doesn't strike me as the type to have thought much about that type of relationship before if at all. He's honestly way too paranoid imo. I think it would cut them both deeply either way, but having someone you've committed to sizing you up like that hits a little different in most cases. (I am aroace but i've been in relationships, I am working based off of my own experiences which are not universal.)

They're out of time now. Any day the other shoe could drop. Kristoph could take Phoenix out of the game once and for all. Phoenix could find the one piece of evidence he needs to pull the curtain crashing down on Kristoph. In the end, it's the latter, but until that day they're frozen, stuck pretending everything is ok, playing their roles the best way they know how, time is standing still around them.

And then a hard rubber sole meets the concrete. That is my broad interpretation of the relationship between smarmy bitch Kristoph and shady asshole Phoenix (affectionate in both cases). I could pick all my little headcanons about this, that, and the other thing to show you, but I'll do that later if y'all want. (pls ask me questions, I would love to explore answers to them)

#kristoph gavin #phoenix wright #krisnix #ace attorney #ace's memes #ace's post #it's such an interesting concept to me. what if they DID love each other? what then? #i don't necessarily think they did in canon tbh. but if i only interacted with things that were strictly canon i would not be in fandom #they are just fascinating to me. #just want everyone to know regardless of when this spits out of queue i wrote this mini analysis at 2 am so idk if i actually did it good

[in-silks-and-flesh-and-leather]

Birthday Week Vignettes

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As a little gift for my bestie and worstie, for her birthday week, I’ve written a selection of fun little vignettes (stretching the terms fun, little and vignette to mean several thousand words of something gory or fucked up).

It has been the greatest and most treasured experience I’ve had on here getting to know you. From the hilarious shit talking, to expanding my horizons in terms of what I read and write, and giving each other constant new ideas and support, I am so grateful for all the downsides of existing in an online space as it’s meant making a wonderful, cherished friend. Happy birthday and may we enjoy your presence in our lives and this garbage fire for a long, long time to come! 😍😍❤️❤️😈😈 @safarigirlsp

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Day 1; assassin!Mills x RC

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Summary: The Museum needs two operatives to pose as a married couple and go into a chateau full of depraved people letting loose and acting out their fantasies in an Eyes wide shut-type party. That old chestnut.

A/N: I’m a sucker for going undercover as a couple, in every iteration of that trope, and undercover at a sex party is an especially fun variation. This little episode didn’t fit into my main assassin!Mills story, but it was too interesting to throw out completely, so this seems like the best way to share it. If you like the premise, I’m happy to write a conclusion for it.

CW: mentions of wlw, mlm, group sex, fetishes, voyeurism, dubcon, murder, drugs, alcohol, sex work

WC: ~5.5k

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Cipher and Gage picked up their small leather bags soon after they landed, exiting the airport hand in hand. Cipher’s steel toe boots thumped loudly on the tiles, his long leather coat rustling with every casual move of his tall, broad frame. Gage sized him up out of the corner of her black-rimmed eye, appreciating the sexy, disheveled swoop of his sandy hair, the frosty glint of his blue eyes, his sharp jawline dusted with a few days’ growth of beard. Her eyes wandered lower, to the tight black tank top that peeked out from his unbuttoned white shirt, the studded belt drawn tight around his narrow hips, and the tightly coiled muscles of his legs working under his equally tight pants. She couldn’t wait to get her hands on him in the car. Their quick encounter in the airplane toilet was too short for her appetite.

She walked briskly in her six inch shiny leather boots, barely reaching his shoulder despite the added height, feeling the chill in the airport as a gust blew under her scandalously short skirt. A man walking past them balked at what the blown up material revealed and she giggled to herself. Cipher squeezed her hand tighter and walked even faster in retaliation, leaving her to practically run to catch up with him. They barely jumped into the stretch limousine parked and waiting to take them to the rendezvous point that Rostov decided on when Cipher pulled her roughly onto his lap and glared, squeezing his large hand painfully around her thigh until she squirmed and pouted, removing her round Windsor sunglasses and giving him a plaintive look, all innocence and invitation. She had often remarked that it didn’t serve him any good to get all worked up over other men ogling her like that; if he wanted an attractive and flirty wife like her, then there were consequences to deal with.

They had enough time to redress and clean up as well as could be managed on a backseat when the limousine pulled up on Museum property. The partition rolled down and an Acquisitions operative pointed the barrel of a gun at the pair.

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The heavy metal door creaked and moaned as it was pushed open for Adriane. She entered the small circular cell, windowless and bleached by harsh white halogen lights, where Cipher and Gage sat bound and gagged.

Without gracing either with eye contact, Adriane walked briskly, sweeping an elegant circle around the small cell, her heels clacking an ominous rhythm on the concrete floor. “In a moment, you will be separated. You will never see each other again,” she spoke the chilling words quietly and emotionlessly, as though to herself, as she circled the young pair like a crow awaiting carrion to feast on. “Whoever talks first will go free. The other will not leave this place alive.” She tossed the last words over her shoulder as she slipped like a shadow out the door and it closed heavily behind her.

She was not negotiating. She was not trying to entice them with anything only to pull the rug out from under them, as other people they had dealt with in the past had. The pair understood the danger they were in as they locked eyes, determined to leave this place together, and alive.

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30 minutes, my office. A, the letters scrolled across the beeper in your hand.

When you arrived, with a minute to spare, you were feeling pretty smug about yourself that you managed not to be late, to say nothing of the fact you were chosen as the operative to be entrusted with this last minute, highly sensitive task.

Adriane’s office looked like the wardrobe department of some grungy photo shoot, with distressed denim, faux leather, fishnets and studs galore. Racks and racks of clothing were hurriedly rolled in, no doubt for the purpose of outfitting for this impromptu exhibition you were going on.

“Our guests have a meeting with their prospective employer this evening. We intercepted the coordinates Rostov provided and took Cipher and Gage on a detour here,” Adriane informed as Mills strode out from behind a rack with an armful of clothes. You looked from him to Adriane, wondering if this was some test and her omitting he would be there was supposed to catch you by surprise. Satisfied you did not betray your heart jumping into your throat, you diverted your attention to the racks of female clothing surrounding you.

“Won’t he know we’re not them? You know, when he looks at us?” you asked too snarkily for someone who knew Adriane wouldn’t waste anyone’s time if this was a real concern.

“Rostov doesn’t know what they look like. Both he and our guests are too discreet in their dealings to allow something like that. And the private party you are attending is designed to ensure privacy. At least where your faces are concerned.”

You felt a nervous knot tie in your gut, thinking ahead at what the night would more than likely demand of you. “And their stupid nicknames?” you asked, forcibly casual, as you pressed a red plaid skirt to your hips, wondering if it would even cover half your ass.

“For the same reason. They are decently intelligent, cautious people in their business dealings, even if their behavior otherwise is questionable. Under different circumstances, they might have been potential operatives for the Museum. As it stands, their use is limited to a single outing.”

You followed Adriane to her laptop computer, as thick as a briefcase, sitting in front of her leather chair, with a video paused. Scattered on the desk were photos of Cipher and Gage, taken over the last few weeks, as evidenced by the changes in the color and style of their hair. They were photographed several times in rather compromising positions, not that they seemed to mind. Gage was always smiling brightly when her hand was shoved possessively in Cipher’s back pocket, and he was not shy about embracing her in a town square and kissing her with what you personally deemed to be an excess of tongue, with both his hands on her ass, peeking out of another too-short skirt. Frenzied moaning and the squeak of leather grabbed your attention and you looked up at the video Adriane played.

“This was just over an hour ago, in the back of the car we sent for them,” she informed, looking unimpressedly at the screen.

The parallels between you and Julian were not lost on you. Two people, outrageously in love, killing for a living. Except the pair rutting wildly in a limo were free to be out in the open, not concealing anything from anyone, while you could only look at Julian askance and steal brief moments when you were sure no one was looking, which was hardly ever.

“The girl has great stamina,” you quipped, averting your eyes discreetly. From their copious, almost defiant public displays of affection, you didn’t imagine either would be bothered to know a few people had watched some blurry, low resolution footage of their intercourse, but the aversion was for your sake, not letting the Museum make a voyeur out of you. It was enough they made you a ghost and a killer.

“You need to become Cipher and Gage for the duration of this Exhibition,” Adriane underscored. “They are ruthless, reckless, and passionate. Their reputation precedes them in Rostov’s inner circle.”

“We understand,” Mills assured, seeming to imply that even if you didn’t quite get it, he did.

Adriane came up to stand next to you and snatched the blue tinged, white rimmed sunglasses off your face, replacing them with a dark, edgy pair more in line with Gage’s confirmed style. “Rostov is a hedonist with wild delusions of grandeur. He will try to flirt with you, and his demands are known to go far,” she informed in a tone that signaled you were to go along with it, as far as necessary.

“I’m cool,” you shrugged, stomach twisting with disgust you were still not entirely able to suppress.

“He will likely flirt with you too, Julian,” Adriane said in the same demanding tone to him.

“Mh,” he grunted vaguely, shucking on a leather biker jacket and ruffling his hair, as he studied his reflection, deciding if it all came together just right for Cipher.

You barely contained a grin, thinking of this scrawny little man, twisted with perversion, trying to entice the architectural marvel that was Julian Mills.

A clink of metal on hard wood rang through the air. “Put these on.”

Julian made his way to Adriane’s desk first, picking up the two rings with discreet tracking devices installed inside. He deftly slipped the smaller one up to the knuckle of his ring finger and let the other one drop. You followed moments behind and picked up the ring off the desk. It gaped around your ring finger, looking too big even for your thumb.

“Doesn’t fit,” you dismissed, setting it down and pushing it towards Adriane.

“Let me,” Julian said lowly, his long, thick fingers wrapping around your wrist. He brought your hand up and twisted the ring off his finger, sliding it carefully over yours and inspecting his work when he was done. He seemed to approve of the way your hand looked adorned with his wedding ring.

He then picked the other ring up and set it in your hand, expecting you to put it on him.

“Do I have to love, honor and obey?” you looked up at him as he offered a waiting hand. His silence filled the air with crackling intensity and you fought with yourself not to look away.

“Just obey,” Adriane answered for him and brought the moment to an end. Without ceremony, you slipped the ring on Julian’s finger and turned away from both of them.

Obey, you scoffed inwardly. Love was easy. Honor, you conceivably could. The only demand they both had of you was the one you struggled with most.

“You leave in 15 minutes,” Adriane informed as dispassionately as ever.

Before you left, curiosity got the better of you. “You got all this information out of them… Which one cracked?”

“They both did, of course,” Adriane gave a serene, composed smile, assured in the Museum’s methods.

“So who got to go free?”

Adriane blinked and for a moment, you had the distinct sense a huge grin would slice across her face. A jeering, hideous one, mocking your naiveté. “You should go get ready,” was all the reply she would give, and all the reply you needed.

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As you descended in the gold-adorned elevator, on your way to the armory, Julian was quiet, looking at his panel and committing every detail of the plan, of Cipher and Gage’s history and activities, of intelligence on Rostov - all he could - to memory.

“Why was I chosen for this task?” you asked, choosing the opposite approach to Julian’s and clearing your mind before jumping into the task at hand.

He was silent as you descended for several levels and you started to assume he had not even registered your question. “It was an opportunity to improve your field mechanics,” he answered like a politician on the campaign trail.

Silence then followed from you. “Field mechanics,” you repeated, deeply unconvinced.

He turned and looked hard at you, pleading with you to hear what he was not allowed to say. “Adriane is under the impression that we are convincing as two people in love.”

It was not a compliment. The words had the cadence of a slur, and his tone of regret. It was not a good thing at all. He narrowed his eyes, satisfying himself that you took his meaning correctly.

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The warm sunset, full of purples and oranges, gave way to a fine evening as you drove outside the city. As soon as you exited, you donned your masks as a precaution, wary of how far Rostov’s eyes reached. Yours was a white mask that extended into a crescent moon shape above your forehead and under your chin. Along its edges and around the eyes, the mask was outlined in silver and small stars twinkled along its face. Julian’s mask was white and gold, representing the sun, with five curvy rays creating an inverted pentagram around the smooth white face of the mask, adorned with golden arabesque designs. You looked at each other once the masks were on and the eerie blank canvass they presented, not knowing what face and expression they hid, was chilling.

You joined the scattered trail of other cars, uniformly black and armored, as they traveled noiselessly  down a private road that would have been impossible to find without very specific instructions. The road was maintained to perfection, allowing you to glide smoothly down and weave its serpentines as they appeared without the slightest trouble. If not for the heady mix of trepidation and excitement that kept you wired and buzzing awake, you could have been lulled into a dreamlike sleep and sunk into the impenetrable darkness that surrounded you.

After stretching for what felt like an eternity, the road finally ended at a well-fortified gate, where you were ushered in and led up a lavishly landscaped path. A veritable army of masked guards stood sentinel all along the path, the entrance to a grand building and all the way to a sequestered area separated by gold stanchions and a red rope. Neither the host nor the guests wanted the security’s scrutiny while indulging in their hidden pleasures, a mistake that Julian and you were instructed to exploit. Behind unadorned gunmetal gray masks, the guards’ eyes followed every guest as they approached the rope forbidding entrance to the room beyond to all but a select few. There, you were instructed to shed your clothing and don party attire.

Rostov had purchased the magnificent château a few years back and it currently served as the crown jewel of his ostentatious tendencies and debauched proclivities. He restored it to its former glory, and had it outfitted with every modern comfort to boot, ensuring maximum pleasure and safety. It soon became the perfect place to host his monthly bacchanals, a pleasurable distraction from his usual activities of acquiring and testing biological weapons.

Invitations were handed out either to former collaborators who had displayed a keen sadistic and perverted streak, or to prospective talent, like Cipher and Gage, to ascertain if they possessed the requisite depravity of character to join in on Rostov’s activities unflinchingly. Masks and the privacy of the location guaranteed zero risk of discovery and damage to anyone’s reputation that would result from engaging in this sort of activity in a public venue.

With that in mind, you did not hesitate to disrobe. There was little to remove anyway and the mask served another useful purpose in making you bolder by hiding your face and whatever chagrined expression it might reveal. Julian watched, his eyes moving appreciatively behind his white and gold mask, as your skirt hit the floor and you removed your cropped top in one smooth movement. He waited, and at first you wondered why, but quickly surmised he meant to wait and have you undress him. You were proven right when he stepped into you as your last stitch of clothing came off and stood facing you, to shield you from any prying eyes. He did not put it beyond this rabble to be spying on guests as they changed. You slipped his trench coat off and, suddenly aware of your nakedness and his imposing proximity, made quick work of his shirt and pants, unzipping them roughly and making him flinch, before tugging them down just as harshly. Remembering your role, you chuckled, as though you had done it to tease him and crossed your arms over your bare chest, eager for the dress, as revealing as it was. Julian seemed unfazed by being completely naked in a large anteroom and offered the white halter neck satin dress for you to step into. The dress had a large slit in the side and flowed with every step, and the back was left entirely bare. It glided as smoothly as water up your body as he pulled it up and tied it at the base of your neck. He pressed his mask into your neck, in an approximation of a steadying kiss, and you felt the length of his body pressed into you, with the material of the dress dividing you leaving little to the imagination.

Julian’s attire was similarly revealing. A similar white material folded and tucked in around his hips, like the bottom half of a toga, and draped over his torso, cinched over one shoulder with a gold hoop and cascading down like a cape. He looked like an ancient marble statue, its perfection exaggerated by an impassioned artist in ardent love with his model, was brought to life.

The low thump of the music pulsed through the closed door as you neared it, and Julian brushed the bare skin of your lower back with his clever fingers as he claimed your waist, holding you close to his side as you ascended the steps and entered the party.

The renovated château was a blend of showy rococo and sleek modern styles. The dichotomy made for a luxurious experience, striking a balance between the lavish furnishings of the past and the present-day creature comforts, such as telephones, cameras, air conditioning, and modern mechanics. You followed a servant, distinguished by her plain gunmetal gray mask, into a spacious ballroom where the main activities were taking place. Heavy velvet curtains were drawn over the tall windows that lined the walls, keeping the lighting in the room low and atmospheric with only the dimmed chandeliers and scattered candelabras to set the mood. Dry ice created a mist swirling around the floor and ghosting around your steps. Erotic house music filtered in from the speakers embedded high above, and its thumping bass rattled in your bones as it provided a steady rhythm to rut to.

You passed sections of the ballroom, some divided by pillars and more heavy drapery, others raised on a dais, and each offered different activities. In some, more accessible areas, guests mingled and leaned masked faces close to exchange conversation and toasts, lifting only the bottoms of their masks to take quick sips. On a chaise longue, red and trimmed in gold, lay a man with his toga hiked up around his waist, straddled and vigorously ridden by a woman with nipple piercings connected by a series of chains and pendants, and her dark skin extensively tattooed. A small group of people, in various stages of undress gathered around them and commented on the participants and their activity.

You passed onto a higher level, leaving the couple behind you, and noticed that this area had raised platforms around one central viewing point. Each platform had two red leather sofas, one lower and one higher, permitting more positions and participants, surrounded by several waist-high columns. Each column held an object for members to use, either for pleasure or pain. You took in a few, including phallus-shaped implements, ball gags, riding crops, and pliers. In the viewing area, more of those comfortable chaise longues were laid out for those wishing to observe. Several platforms were currently occupied, but one drew your attention. A masked woman had her long legs wrapped around two men, one inside of her, the other inside of the man between them, and the three were being observed by a masked man in a black robe. He was one of Rostov’s inner circle, designated by his robe as untouchable – unless he asked to be – and irrefusable. His build was wrong; he was too young and too fit to be Rostov, so you moved on.

Sooner rather than later, you remembered as the stench of too many bodies fucking in an enclosed space hit your nostrils, you would have to engage in some activity yourself, lest your restraint draw unwanted attention. Even now, you felt appraising eyes land on you and Julian as you passed. You could not blame them. For all the young and attractive participants present, paid or drugged, who walked around and offered themselves like hors d’oeuvres to be sampled, they smacked of sex workers who were only doing a job. Some had the shaky, twitchy physique of junkies, while others had the used up bodies of veteran sex workers. You and Julian, by contrast, were trained by the Museum to be lethal, and having looks to kill was not a mere phrase where you came from. All those lessons in walking runways, learning classical dances, gymnastics, yoga, and the subtle art of erotica over the two years of your training made you both stand out in the most noteworthy way. Every step showed off your bodies, effortless grace and proud bearing; every brush of your fingers against Julian’s sculpted arm promised something more between you, and you felt eager eyes follow you, hoping to witness the moment you decided to take it farther.

The sounds of leather cracking and moans, quickly drowned out by delighted praise or mockery, led you into a large chamber, lined with ornate columns. A red carpet painted the floor red and several servants walked unobtrusively around with smoking censers, diffusing aphrodisiac scents around the cavernous chamber and perfuming the aroma of sex before it grew stale. In its center sat a long table, with a smorgasbord of men and women on top. From your vantage point, you could see two women with their heads between the other’s legs, one on her back, the other over her on her knees, both writhing and exaggerating their pleasure as their surgically enhanced breasts jiggled in one unmoving spot. Next to them were two handsome men on their sides, performing the same act and moaning deeply around the other’s shaft. In the middle was a piano bench with three women of widely varying ages in an embrace, busily alternating positions and acts. Around the table sat the more important attendees, watching, some stroking themselves or others under the table. The first woman you’d seen dressed in a black robe sat on the lap of a bony old man, his skin hanging like wet paper over his frame. She wriggled on his lap from his touch under her robes and pulled up a sleeve to offer her arm. He produced a syringe and injected her with a cloudy substance before resuming his ministrations. Julian walked by and caught the woman’s attention. She reached out for him and he extended her a hand, letting her pull him in close as she arched her back and spread herself across the table for him to sample. Julian loomed over her until she couldn’t wait anymore and tugged on his arm, splaying his large hand over her comparatively small breast, instructing him to knead at her chest. He did so, leaning closer over her so he could swipe the empty syringe from the floor and tuck it into the folds of his clothing. When he accomplished his task, he disengaged from the woman and you could see her roaming hand had found his way in between the folds of his toga and was trying to get in another one or two strokes as he retreated. As his partner, his wife, for the evening, you felt no need to disguise either your proprietary sense or your jealousy. Grabbing for his elbow, you jerked him towards you and spun him out of the way, positioning yourself between the woman in black and the object of both your desires. Too late it occurred to you that it could be huge mistake to challenge a high-ranking member. Your body spoke for itself, like a cat bristling and hissing, ready to claw out any eye that rested too long on Julian. You looked at her hand, suspended in midair as she considered demanding Julian back. With what relish you would break each and every finger, enjoying the snap of each knuckle. The flash in your eyes seemed to communicate this rather eloquently to the women and she turned back to the decrepit old man she was sitting on and threw her head back, her deranged laughter muffled behind her mask. The scene drew many masked faces to turn towards you and examine you with uncanny glittering eyes from behind impassive disguises. They had the eerie curiosity of carrion birds, waiting for their prey to become carcasses.

Julian drew you close, acting possessively, as if the fighting and territorial behavior was part of your foreplay. Grinding his hips into your backside, you felt him stiffen reflexively. His hands squeezed your hips and you threw your head back against his broad shoulder, letting him play out the scene and get you safely away. His hands roved up your body, following the contours of your waist and ribs. One hand slipped inside your dress and drew a lazy circle around the nipple, drawing it into a stiff peak and rolling it between his rough fingers. You let a shudder roll visibly through you and pressed your thighs theatrically together for the benefit of those savoring your reaction, creating some friction and relief. Julian’s other hand snaked up and coiled around your throat as he bent to whisper in your ear. “Fuck,” you heard a guttural grunt as he panted behind his mask, and his strained voice sent a jolt of pleasure through your body. You arched your back into him before you could think not to and his hips responded with a deep thrust as his stiffening cock sought some relief against the curve of your ass. “We should get out of here, he’s--” words failed him and he had to swallow hard before resuming, “he’s not here.”

As you straightened up, trying to find the closest exit point and make for it, one of the marauding sex workers, emboldened by whatever chemical cocktail she was on, made her way to you and placed one hand over the breast Julian wasn’t cupping, and the other around his neck, inviting herself into your company. Not worried about causing trouble due to her rank, you unceremoniously slapped her hand away from Julian, to delighted comments and encouragements from the throng watching on. She tottered like a toddler and you knew a single push could knock her down, and in her state, she likely wouldn’t even feel it. Still, she did not take the hint and tried to touch Julian again. His hand fell away from you and you caught her wrist, twisting only a little before she crumpled into the ground.

As you turned to leave, you nearly bumped into a woman, stripped to her waist, holding a young man’s wrists over an antique letter writing desk. Another woman, with sagging breasts that suggested breast feeding several children, bound in a leather harness, was whipping the youth across the back while an old man in black robes held his hips and frantically pumped. His legs were wiry and crooked and his gut was visibly round as he worked around the protruding flesh to stick his small member into the young man. You squeezed Julian’s thigh in question, as the gesture could be viewed as announcing your eagerness to join in. He wrapped his hand around yours and stilled you, signaling no. Rostov was scrawnier than this round-bellied man. But you were likely getting close. 

Julian raised his masked head towards the upper levels of the chamber. All along the top floor were small viewing chambers, like opera boxes, and most of them held a member dressed in black, with a select guest, or guests, keeping them company. It was there he spied him.

Rostov, ever the attention seeker, was the only attendee with a mask made entirely of gold. Noticeably shorter than the naked woman accompanying him, he seemed to be watching Julian too. Without flinching or looking away, Julian stood and waited for a few beats. Finally, Rostov seemed to make up his mind and with a quick summoning gesture, a servant materialized next to you and asked you to join the host on the uppermost level.

As you were led along the balustrade to Rostov, you saw peep show-like personal rooms with acts going on in glass cages. These seemed to be one per box and, anticipating that you were brought here to perform rather than talk, you were grateful you wouldn’t be ogled by a multitude of criminals. Just one.

In one box, there was a woman in thigh-high boots and a collar around her neck, with a leash leading to some unseen master, bound to a velvet-cushioned chair. The viewer was issuing commands on what was to be done to her and you tried not to listen as you passed that box and approached another. In the glass box, a throuple was enjoying hot wax and blindfolds. At Rostov’s box, you saw a naked man wipe himself down as he exited and a pair of servants untied the woman and helped her out of a harness. The truncated scene confirmed what Julian had shared about Rostov and his penchant for more dominant men and submissive women. Gage’s impish and dominant behavior was a departure from that, so you made sure to remember not to play a meek, passive role.

The small man, hardly larger than a child, wore a golden mask that was reminiscent of hannya masks from Japanese theater, with large eyes, and a twisted grimace with a gaping mouth, revealing sharp teeth. Rostov examined Julian first, holding his large hand in his two small ones, looking at the golden band on his ring finger. He gave yours a glance to confirm he had it right, and let Julian’s hand go. As if examining a thoroughbred, he ran his hands over Julian’s thickly muscled chest, the marvelously  sculpted ridges and valleys of his arms.

“You hold Gage so close, so very close,” Rostov said in a thick accent and sighed. “I can see why.” He ran a finger over your mask, down its smooth, cool cheek, and lower still, dragging his small hand flat down your chest, down the valley between your breasts. Julian shifted his weight and his chest involuntarily puffed up, making Rostov huff a small laugh.

He walked a few small steps away, into his box, and Julian surmised he should follow. When Rostov lounged on the divan, Julian did the same, and they were at last on the same plane.

“From the moment you two walked in, I had one single thought.” He waited until Julian leaned in closer, tacitly asking for an answer. “I want to fuck your wife,” he stage-whispered, loud enough for both of you to hear. “This is a family, Cipher,” Rostov placed a proprietary hand on the back of his neck, pulling him intimately in. Without the masks, they would have been a hair away from kissing.  Julian heard Rostov’s labored breath behind his mask and was sure the man was hard to bursting, though his proportions were such that robes successfully hid on his body what they could never hope to hide on Julian. The man’s eyes devoured him, taking in his body greedily, lust shining in his beady eyes. “We do everything as a unit,” he coaxed.

Julian did not blink. He was playing the role of a man who did not share the woman he loved, and it came naturally to him. Both he and Cipher were the sort to risk powerful people’s displeasure for what they truly wanted. He observed his host, aware of his own intensely masculine appeal and let the man’s desire win out, breaking his determination and making him willing to negotiate.

“Bah,” the little man waved a frustrated hand, “I can see that your wife is not the sharing sort – for a moment there, I was worried she would break my wife’s arm when she was playing with you. And you can imagine the sort of pain in the ass she would be then,” Rostov laughed and phlegm rattled in his lungs. “I’m saddened to see you have the same sick notions of fidelity.” He sighed again and shook his head. “I’ll satisfy myself with watching you this first time, then.” With the matter decided in his mind, Rostov rolled away from him, and servants came in to escort you and Julian inside the glass box, while the pair that was in it before you came back and fell into an embrace with their host.

*

@thegrislady @lumberjack00fantasies @queeniebee @vedavan @mythrielofsolitude @house-of-cadwyn

#commander mills x you #commander mills x reader #assassin au

[hxlbrook]

Some of the discussions in the Hannibal fandom are so weird. But it is definitely interesting that we all watch the same show but see different things.

But what I really wonder is how people can think Will's life is better with Hannibal in it. No, I don't mean that Will would be a better person, because the whole point of the show was that Will always had it in him to be a killer. What I mean is that Hannibal could have been great for Will in Will's path to acceptance of himself and all that. Instead, Hannibal made Will's life a living nightmare. Hannibal and Will could have been "besties" and great for each other (not so great for the rest of the world, cause yk, more people killed). Instead Hannibal ruined it for them all.

If Hannibal hadn't entered Will's life, Will would still live his miserable life at the FBI (being exploited for his abilities and stuff and not being understood by anyone), but he probably wouldn't have been framed for murder and almost been eaten and all that.

#hannibal #will graham #hannibal lecter #hannigram #hugh dancy #mads mikkelsen #nbc hannibal #had to get this out because I was confused about the fights between the Will fans and Hannibal fans

[moralesmilesanhour]

AND ANOTHER THING! Going off of my tags on my previous post, outside of me just thinking they're cute I also feel like flowerbyte works better for me purely on a narrative level. One of my biggest pet peeves esp for action movies is when the romantic subplot takes over like half the story without proper development. It doesn't matter WHO it is or how much I like the characters individually I will literally fast forward through every romantic scene if it feels shoehorned in. It makes it so tedious you don't even understand. (Haterism ahead. Well not really 'hate' just mild irritation really. this is looong):

So let's look at Gwen and Miles' relationsip. We start ITSV with Miles basically having a one-sided crush on Gwen. By the end of the film they had just agreed to be friends and have known each other for maybe like a week tops, and *maybe* Gwen reciprocates but it's not extremely clear. Whatever occurs between them in between ITSV and ATSV, we don't see (it's implied that they haven't even seen each other at all for obvious reasons so. oof).

But then we jump into ATSV, and suddenly they're swinging into the sunset talking about how they're "the same"...? Besties. Friends. Niece and nephew. Neither of you know each other dfghjkl

Then the wholeee rest of their scenes together is just the film trying desperately convince us through the music, framing, and even other characters' dialogue that there is romantic (notice how i specify ROMANTIC) tension between these two kids that is just so thick you could cut through it with a butter knife. I'm sorry, but is this tension in the room with us right now...? But okay movie.

Now, compare that to the scene in ATSV where Miles and Margo first bump into each other. They're able to establish romantic chemistry almost IMMEDIATELY! One look and a 'hey'. That's all it fuckin' took! They *both* like each other and it's clear as day.

Then right after, Margo is given a quick implied backstory that instantly gives her and Miles a reason to relate to each other that isn't (necessarily) just about them both being Spider-Man (because, in Margo's words, they're ALL Spider-Man and this means you need more than that to form a genuine connection). Neither of them feel like they can be themselves because their environment at home doesn't allow for it, even without the secret identity. Bada-bing bada-boom instant connection in under 5 minutes and I am still awake by the end of it.

Then, finally, we get a scene that shows that they can, to some extent, trust each other. Margo only just met this dude a few scenes ago, but she immediately goes against Miguel's wishes knowing the consequences and attempts to send him back home because her convictions are stronger than her loyalty to Spider Society. Just that act alone makes her a better ally to Miles than like, half the cast at this point.

...And that creates a bit of a dilemma if Gwiles is meant to be endgame.

As literally everyone and their mother have pointed out by now, Gwen is objectively a bad friend to Miles in this film. But...I would also argue that there are very few instances outside of combat in either film where she's even a *good* friend. And that's sort of the point, isn't it? Gwen has been terrible at friendship for the majority of the time we spend with her because she's traumatized from literally murdering the last good friend she had. Then her dad tried to shoot her. Then Miguel-- you know how it goes. She clearly has a long way to go before even a healthy *friendship* with Miles can start to develop. So that leaves me with a few questions:

A) Why did we wait until the last scene of the SECOND FILM for her to finally decide to be a good friend

B) Why didn't they just give Miles and Gwen more scenes together where they actually get to know each other if their relationship is now so important to the story, and:

C) If Gwen's whole journey is about her inability to maintain strong friendships...Why the FUCK is she the love interest then???

Either we all just got baited, or we are now going to have to spend a decent portion of BTSV watching Gwen try to salvage a friendship that was barely even that developed to begin with, convince the guy whose trust she just lost that she would ALSO make a good girlfriend i guess, and all the while there is now another potential love interest that is clearly, *according to the movie itself*, the better option (or so it seems for now). So like...Where do we go from here?? It just feels like a clumsy narrative decision. And if they do the misogynistic ass 'cat-fight' between two female characters over the main guy I will literally commit a felony. So yeah that's where my head is at right now thank you for reading all the way through my tangent over pixels on a screen sorry everybody

#blabbering #u can disagree but keep it cute #these are just things that don't make sense to ME in MY brain #and again we are only talking about narrative for the most part ship who you want i dont care #.

[gaslightgatekeepgirlbosscombat]

Group C, Round 2, Poll 2:

Propaganda under the cut

Vex

When one of the main characters, Zane, is trapped in the Never Realm, he has his memories erased because Vex unplugged him during an important reboot (he's a robot btw) Seeing the opportunity, Vex gaslight and girlbossed Zane into thinking he was the ruler of the realm, (Zane is definitely not) and that Vex was trying to restore his spot on the throne. Long story short he tricks Zane into committing genocide for 40-50 years by freezing people to death (quite literally slay) because Vex told him to, and warped his perception of the world. He gatekeeps Zane from his friends when they come back to save him and further gaslights him like "bestie idk what these guys are talking about, ur the Ice Emperor, not ''Zane', kill them darling" it's a joke in the fandom that his villain arc was being gaslit too hard. This show gets really dark at times but we like to joke about how bad the Ice Chapter is. In conclusion Vex girlbosses himself into becoming the right hand ruler of the world and killed all his family with his new bestie.

Dahlia Hawthorne

she lived. faked her own kidnapping and killed multiple people in unrelated situations. was executed. got her spirit channelled. tried to kill even more people as revenge

Girlypop has done a shit ton of manipulation, committed at least four murders (even one from the grave!) A man’s eaten glass for her, another’s knowingly drank poison. She also puts on the “Weak little girl” act to get away with it all

she is literally THE gaslight gatekeep girlbosser ever. don't wanna spoil anything but like. she is the definition of the words,

"At 14, Dahlia arranged a staged kidnapping (in order to attain a Very High ransom from her wealthy father) with a guy she'd seduced, her stepsister Valerie, and her twin sister Iris (who chickened out) that purposefully landed the guy in jail for her supposed murder. Five years later, the guy broke out of jail and Dahlia framed him for the murder of Valerie (which she committed) and when this truth was exposed in court, the guy killed himself rather than break the promise they'd made to believe in each other no matter what. A few months later, she poisoned one of the attorneys involved in that case (putting him into a years-long coma instead of killing him) and got away with it by planting the evidence on a guy she just met by convincing him she'd fallen in love with him at first sight. She then guilted Iris into pretending to be her while dating the guy for the next several months, which culminated in her attempting to murder him, only to then try to frame him for the murder of one of her exes instead (which she also committed). She didn't get away with this one because superior girlboss (her cousin Mia) exposed her plot and Dahlia was executed for it a few years later, but she continued to GGG from beyond the grave. While she was still alive, Dahlia and her also-incarcerated but not on death row mother planned to murder the head of their clan (Maya, the younger sister of Mia) so that Dahlia's younger half sister (Pearl) could take Maya's place as head of their clan; Dahlia was also doing this because in the interim, Mia had been murdered by someone else, and Dahlia decided the best way to get revenge on her after her death was to kill the person she loved most. The mother and daughter schemed to write to Pearl (who was only about 9 at the time) and convinced her to channel Dahlia after her execution without telling her why (their family has the ability to channel the spirits of the dead, and they cannot remember what their bodies do during the time they're possessed) so that Dahlia could use her little sister's body to kill the head of the family, who Pearl loved very much. They also guilted Iris into working with them on this. The attempt failed because she girlbossed too close to the sun (a combination of her still-living ex, Maya, the channeled Mia, and the now-awake guy she'd poisoned) but she still GGG-ed all her life and even into her death (she also managed to get Mia & Maya's mom killed in the process and the coma guy (who Mia was in love with) convicted for it, but Maya lived so ultimately a failure). Throughout all this, she gives off an air of innocence and kindness and naivete, wearing white, high femme clothes, convincing the men inside and outside of the legal courts that she couldn't possibly do anything because she's just a sweet little girl. I fucking hate her <3 the vibes are both rancid and terrifying"

#round 2 #group c #ninjago #ninjago vex #vex ninjago #ninjago s11 #Dahlia Hawthorne #Ace Attorney #Ace Attorney spoilers

[yuriprince]

ok i'm thinking about my octo ocs and how they would interact with the octopath 1 and 2 groups. i physically cannot shut up about them i'm sO SORRY—

the merchants: orietta is definitely more jaded than tressa and partitio, and is their self-proclaimed mentor in the ways of life and of the trade. the other two definitely don’t agree with ori’s methods, but appreciate her reverence for her community and dedication to the less fortunate. ori is disappointed tressa isn’t a girly-girl like her and that she does not take kindly to being treated like a dress-up doll.

the scholars: at first, camil is anxious to open up about her run-in with dark magic to her fellow scholars. but if anything they’re fascinated by the way she was able to break that terrible spell. osvald kinda reminds camil of her own father (without the whole “framed for murder” thing). cyrus picks her brain about similarities between spirepeak academy and his own university, wondering if visiting would be a worthwhile experience for him.

the apothecaries: since alfyn and castti are a lot more experienced apothecaries than tybalt is, he asks a Lot of questions. questions that they’re both more than willing to answer, of course! tybalt and alfyn become drinking buddies while castti keeps them out of trouble. tybalt is also told to give the others a glowing review of the arcas adventurer’s guild; they’re always looking for new members!

the dancers: honestly the other dancers think oliver is just adorable, and all the attention gets overwhelming for him. he probably cries the first time primrose opens up about her journey, and he’s very inspired by agnea’s positivity. he invites them both to valleycross’s famous flower festival, where agnea has a great time as expected, but primrose seems a little harder to please (she also has a great time).

the warriors: there’s of course a lot of recounting battle stories over drinks with them, but also a lot of (slightly drunken) philosophical conversations. penelope felt awkward at first because she has absolutely no connection to royalty the way a former royal knight or actual king do, but drops it very quickly when told they don’t care for titles or formalities between friends.

the hunters: h’aanit, ochette, and andreas get along great (andreas is very interested in visiting s’warkii and toto’haha), but it turns out glen feels a little self-conscious around the other animal companions. glen isn’t a fierce snow leopard or a magical owl/jackal—he’s just a regular dog. but the older and wiser linde and mahina/akala are quick to calm his doubts and remind him the he is, in fact, a very good boy.

the clerics: twyla loves the other clerics very much. she and ophilia are instant besties, talking for hours about their families and cute, girly things, and she loves getting to talk about law and philosophy with temenos. though it’s not an official role in twyla’s church, she is quite interested in temenos’s role as inquisitor, and brings the idea to her mother for her consideration.

the thieves: they all have a sort of brotherly camaraderie with each other, seeing as they all have little to no familial ties, and thieves often can’t trust anyone but other thieves. they bond more over their shared professions than their personalities, and while throné let go of the thief life altogether, therion and hawkin continue to compete over who the best thief really is.

#oh god i have a lot of characters to tag #orietta 💰 #camil 📚 #tybalt 🌱 #oliver 🎭 #penelope ⚔️ #andreas 🏹 #twyla 🌊 #hawkin 🔪 #ophilia ⛪️ #alfyn ☘️ #olberic 🏰 #ochette 🐺 #castti 🌿 #agnea 💃 #hikari 🏯 #tea time!

[lynxindisguise]

Hi lynx, could i employ ur canon/atyd/fanon service for Peter being good at chess and also Barty and Regulus knowing each other???

Hi strawbs! You absolutely can!

Sort of atyd? They all play quite a lot of chess in the atyd, but Peter does have a particular affinity for it. I think the trope also comes from Peter playing the 3D chess of deceiving so many people and successfully framing Sirius for murder.

Also sort of atyd. Barty and Regulus would almost certainly know each other by virtue of both being Death Eaters and around the same age. But the specific lore of him being in Slytherin and besties with Regulus is from atyd.

#ask the lynx #fanon canon atyd

[ilovebeingaturtle]

ME I WANNA HEAR ABOUT YOUR TMNT ACE ATTORNEY AU!!! (stares in knows a huge chunk of the plot already but loves go hear about it and any new developments)

Deep breath

Okay so Rise!April becomes a defence attorney because when she was little her and Rise!Donnie were best friends/siblings but then one day Rise!Donnie moves away because of an incident involving his adopted guardian (03!Donnie) so he was taken in by Draxum who is this big scary prosecutor guy and he makes Donnie is protégé so Donnie also becomes this big scary prosecutor guy alongside Rise!Casey, who is his sister now. So Rise!April sees that Donnie is a prosecutor in the news and is like “oh, that’s weird, I thought Donnie wanted to be a defence attorney, why is he acting like a bitch now” so April becomes a defence attorney to figure out why Donnie is acting like a bitch now and on the way gets a boss/mentor figure who is Rise!Karai, and then timeskip, spoilers, Rise!Karai fucking dies and now her little brother (Rise!Mikey) is being framed for her murder so THAT fucking sucks so Rise!April has to defend Rise!Mikey in court and low and behold Rise!Donnie in the prosecutor on that case and he’s being an ASSHOLE about it so all in all it’s just a day for everyone but Rise!April wins (Warren Stone killed Karai btw) and now Rise!Mikey lives with her so they’re besties/siblings now, ALSO Rise!Raph is here too he’s Detective Gumshoe he’s Donnie’s number one (and only) hype man they’re good buds that’s all good where the FUCK is Rise!Leo you might ask well you see he’s also a prosecutor but he’s also a rockstar and he might have gotten this guy called Lou Jitsu fired a few years ago I’m sure that’s not important ALSO Mikey is part of the Hamato Clan which does all this mystic stuff and yeah that’s a whole other thing especially considering the Rise siblings may or may not have been separated from each other when they were little because Rise!Shredder was trying to take over the clan but honestly who cares about any of that because the next case is about how Jupiter Jim killed a man

And then yeah that’s just like……the basics for the staaaaart of the Rise guys?

[toastthewolfie]

random facts about my Skk ocs bc why the fuck not

Azure:

holy fucking shit my girl is a HEATER. Their natural temperature normally runs higher than average, while at first, Gray Raven thought it was a medical condition or smthg only to find out it’s completely harmless to Azure. Now they get clinged to by all ice-type constructs when they overdo it

It takes a lot for them to actually get mad, like yeah, they get annoyed but everyone has only seen Azure genuinely mad one time and in that time, they literally ruined someone’s life.

The amount of times they’ve nearly murdered Vanessa, only stopped by Bambinata begging her to not kill her commander and Lucia literally having to restrain them physically is unreal.

They know the legal system and politics very well, this also means that they are somewhat manipulative and willing to pull strings to get a desired result.

They barely get along with Asimov, which is ironic considering how interested they are in construct tech

Their love langue is physical touch, like they will consistently hold the hands of the constructs and people they are close to for no reason (it’s also a very good indicator as to how they’re doing in the moment, like, if they’re fine, they usually just link pinky fingers with the construct or lightly hold their wrist and you can barely feel it, if they’re going okay but not good, it’s more like a normal handhold, loose enough to where you can easily break away but firm enough to where you know it’s there, and if they’re like 3 seconds away from a breakdown, holy shit, good luck getting out of that grip-)

they are buff, they don’t look like it, yes, but they have thrown Vanessa across the room so many times (even during that one time they nearly lost their dominant arm) and have picked up Simon and Harley Jo with no issue

Is very good at fixing cars! They also just generally love Golden-Age cars :>

They have a pothos plant collection and they’re all named after historical figures

They DESPISE coffee like, yeah, they rely on coffee to pull all nighters but if they have a choice they won’t touch coffee

Aries

He is a boyfailure. He is the definition of a boy failure.

My boy is very smart though, he also knows a lot of languages (probably was tutored by Celcia)

He swears in Hindi and Latin, mostly because 90% of the time, people don’t know what he’s saying

Aries absolutely DESPISES Hassan and Nikolai, like, while Azure doesn’t like them but is somewhat close with them for their benefit, yeah, no, Aries will not go near them unless it’s:

A. An emergency

B. They have a 10 foot long pole for distance

nobody knows why he hates them so much though

He has cross-dressed before because he lost a bet with 21

Has assaulted Vanessa before, they do NOT like each other

Dude, he has so much repressed trauma it’s unreal- like he will go through a highly traumatic event that will leave most scarred for life and just be like: “eh it is what it is. Anyways-“ until of course, he explodes and just ends up sobbing while being held by Lucia on the floor of the lounge because he’s physically unable to support himself with how intensely he’s crying (also, 5 bucks he punched a wall and broke his hand)

My man is not doing okay mentally, he’s watched two of his ravens all nearly die from specialized frames and when Lee came back, Aries just kinda..held Lee for a solid 30 minutes, begging him not to do anything like that ever again.

also he likes birds, he loves studying birds and whatnot, it’s why he’s so interested by Bianca: Veritas’s CUB.

Oh yeah, he and Asimov get along really well, mostly because Aries is generally really quiet and well… he liked it in Asimov’s lab because it was normally quiet, after a few months, Asimov agreed to let him chill as long as he was quiet, and Aries agrees and over the course of a few months, they became the besties that no even knew that they knew each other (Also, Asimov’s lab is a safe place in Aries’s eyes, and Asimov has gotten used to it because Aries is still quiet as ever, just a bit more fidgety)

oooooooo Aries and Asimov having a movie night (im sorry their duo is just perfect bc Aries finds comfort in people but Asimov is very reluctant in that sense so they compromise in the sense that Aries will sometimes lean on Asimov but not do anything past that so he can focus on his work)

oh yeah, his love language is 100% acts of service and physical touch

oh yeah, he was also severely burned on a mission and has a bionic eye and sometimes needs G.R.’s help in maintaining it because what beats spending an afternoon fiddling with your Commandant’s eye am I right?

#pgr #pgr commandant #WOOOO LORE DUMP #Aaaaa I know not many people will care about this but still #they’re my children #they need the lore #Will edit if I have anything else I wanna add #I also may write a scene with Aries and Asimov idk #I LOVE THEM SO MUCH I CANT #I WILL COMBUST IF I CANNOT DO THIS AT LEAST ONCE A MONTH

[asmo-cosmetics]

i forgot one of the things i hate most about the arcana is how openly hostile every single fucking character is to julian. it's so stupid. every other love interest besides julian and lucio are besties or at least like each other, but julian is despised by the others and the narrative itself past the point that it even makes sense.

sure at first they can hate him, that's fine, they think he's a murderer, but even past that it's STILL constantly "oohhh julian's stupid julian's childish julian's work and interests and passions and sexual preferences are all so funny and silly and worthy of ridicule by everyone despite his discomfort and without his consent but also we're going to frame it as 'good-natured ribbing' narratively even though it's objectively just bullying" biting and clawing and maiming and killing. i hate these writers so fucking much.

EVERY OTHER CHARACTER is allowed to be portrayed as competent at their job and hobbies, even lucio to an extent. but not julian!!! julian sux lol!!!!! julian a Medical Doctor puts more trust in science than magic? omg BIGOT! julian who does not like, trust, or have any interest in magic, and has never studied it, can't tell when something is ""obviously"" magic to experienced magicians and assumes its effect to be medicinal? wow he's so STUPID OMG... julian uses strange methods in his practice like leeches? a common old-fashioned treatment in a old-fashioned setting [nevermind that it's a FANTASY setting and leeches may very well be effective in broader applications than irl (and yes there are modern irl instances of medicinal leeches why does everybody act like leeches are so wild and crazy medicine-wise?) in this universe? like they might literally just work? we don't know?] he must be a total hack lol i bet he gives patients cocaine too!! he was a pirate? bet he was bad at it! he's an actor? bet he's bad at it!

not to mention how WEIRD they are about his identity. like for a game that supposedly takes place in a world with no identity-based bigotry julian suuuuure faces a lot of what looks a lot like homophobia and bottom-shaming. don't worry you don't have to be threatened by him he's not a REAL man... no no he's cis we just mean he's submissive. but that's something everyone's allowed to tease him about, also, even though that's obviously inappropriate and mean as fuck. just. GOD. i fucking hate these devs. it's so fucking gross and stupid and weird. it doesn't even make sense, it just makes the other characters seem like assholes for how they're treating him, and especially when they write portia to bully him it doesn't even sound like her. i'm in hell. i'm in hell.

#wank // #the arcana #the arcana wank #do not argue btw i will block you. this game sucks i'm only here for julian and lucio #also so many details about this game are so weird. #''there's no racism in our fantasy world also here's two characters from a different country who localized their names to find employment'' #''there's no sexism in this game but we're still going to blame lucio for everything wrong with vesuvia because nadia was just a woman'' #''no racism'' but also hi welcome to the part of town julian is from it's extremely poor and mostly populated by immigrants #''no homophobia'' but haha look at the funny man in a wig #''no transphobia'' but also we refuse to show you any explicitly textually trans characters #and the one character that's ftm coded is 'nonbinary and okay with female titles' #<- justice for nazali btw #i am so tired of the scourge of shitlibs in the western vn space hell hell hell hell hell

[mrxcreepypastamadness]

Friday Night Funkin': Sugar Rush Madness V2!

Hellish Cakeway Heights

Character: JB-BX

JB-BX (False Racer)

#2:

JB-BX (True Form)

About: JB-BX is the main antagonist of Sugar Hallow '85, a new take on the concept of Smile from Sugar Rush 64, heavily inspired by Sonic (PC Port). Sitting within the abandoned copy of Sugar Hallow Speedway., JB-BX takes the souls of those who play the game who dare to challenge her will so that she can "race" with them, If they win, she'll let them go and give the racers their karts back, But if they lose, she'll "play" with them for all eternity.

Powerdown Pre-Lore: Upon reaching the end of Royal Raceway level, you find... Jubileena Bing-Bing?

Powerdown Lore: If her hallow demeanor and stiff movements aren't enough evidence enough, it is now clear this is not Jubileena Bing-Bing. Her huge frame and heavy feminine voice are enough to rattle you to the core, and it's clear she has no intentions of letting you leave alive.

Demise Lore: JB-BX brutally murdered your Girlfriend. But you don't have time to think about that. You have a choice, run or suffer the same fate as her. "RUN"

Fact:

• JB-BX is literally not an EXE at all (It's official), she's a dark spirit that resides in the cartridge.

• JB-BX never intended to kill everyone, but instead make the other racers surrender their racing karts as her collection, in this case she is kind of a bully and a tyrant.

• If she does kill someone, she would either kill those who broke her rules, or mostly Lucia.

• When JB-BX isn't trying to kill someone, she adopts Jubileena's mannerisms around others. So while she wouldn't be invested in a relationship, she would definitely be a gentle lady.

• JB-BX can use power-ups despite them being little to no use.

• JB-BX and MX are quite different from each other despite both of their backstories, she's basically not mindless or stupid for that matter, rough and tough yes, chasing Lucia around with her kart, no, that wouldn't be fair at all at this point, she'll rather just challenge her players into a race that dared to stand up against her, and just win to get her soul prize to play with forever or lose and give the racers their karts back and always keep her word never to bully them again, she's more independent than MX. So don't even try to compare JB-BX to MX.

• JB-BX is aware to Lord X's canon lore to his series JoeDoughBoi mentioned on Twitter (or X) and she feels uncomfortable about it. Despite this, Lord XX is completely different than the canon X. Canonically she, Lord XX and Hypna are Trio Besties, a group of three best friends altogether.

• Cannonically, JB-BX & Lady Rose X are not friends at all, nor do they get along with each other for multiple reasons, referencing to the EXE community itself, JoeDoughBoi's Twitter post of canon things to clarify for the canon X, & the Lord X Vs. MX webseries episodes posted by "dooblajicoo" on YouTube.

• JB-BX has her trusty pet named Cherryamon, she was found as cute, little puppy as she was clearly lost and was abandoned by a heartless previous owner, Cherrymon's origin's are clearly unknown, but a dog such as herself can talk, and it's very rare.

• Despite being the only entity, JB-BX follows palette rules, hence why CFX is blue and exists as her twin sister.

• Sugar Rush Madness is the official JB-BX lore.

• In Sugar Rush Madness; JB-BX is a slave to Ultra G, despite that, if she had it her way, she would not hesitate to break free to separate the amalgamation and make a redemption arc to end it all, and return back to her world and to live a normal life.

• Her favorite Lemonades at Starbucks are Strawberry Lemonade, Raspberry Lemonade, Sunset Drink, & Mango Dragonfruit Lemonade Refresher.

• Her favorite Frappuccinos at Starbucks are Cherry Blossom Frappuccino & American Cherry Pie Frappuccino.

#friday night funkin #mario's madness #creepypasta #overworld #wreck it ralph #mario 85 #jublieena bing bing #sugar rush speedway #sugar rush racers #pasta night #creepypasta oc

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10 characters | 10 fandoms | (1)0 tags

tagged by @babeoffrontiers !!!! <3 yippeee. we are not going to talk about the threads of loneliness and neglect throughout these characters and what that means about me ok <3

under read more bc i got sooo verbose about them

1) Yun Seong - soul calibur series : he is fun hes goofy hes energetic and a little cocky he does lots of kicks and splits he wears a crop top his only goal is protecting korea by getting a cursed sword then realized oh this is bad i will now go hang out with my two besties he is a 17 year old child soldier get him out of here. i dont have character analysis for him i just think he is gay and transgender and makes me very happy. he is not super beloved by the game devs so there is very little about him to learn about unfortunately. that doesnt stop me though. you think i wouldnt fall in love with a man who queerly lies on the ground and fans himself when he beats someone up? think again

2) Maya fey - Ace Attorney : she is fun shes goofy shes energetic she has an older sister she loves with everything she has. she summons ghosts she is always afraid of never living up to who she feels she needs to be she grows up too fast she makes a lawyer her best friend she gets framed for murder all the time and is dealing with intense trauma but never lets anyone see and laughs it off but she is only 15 she is only 15. she is 15 and saw her sisters dead body and was framed for her murder and had no time to process it. she immediately tried to act like this was not the worst possible thing. she is 15 and independent with no parents and only an abusive aunt and she is all alone save for phoenix. she doesnt let herself think too hard about it she cant. she has to keep going to she carves out a grin and claps her hands together and summons the ghost of her sister to possess her body. how awful must it be to be so close to her after death but always still just out of reach. she was just there, but you cant see her. she is 15.

3) Wyll Ravengard - Baldurs Gate 3 : hes fun hes silly hes disabled he represses all his negative feelings and rarely shows anger. he is full of kindness he is kind on purpose. he needs to have a purpose and to feel needed. he was only a 17 year old child manipulated into twisting his life and his father cast him out and he refuses to allow himself to be angry about it. because if it isnt something he can make himself forgive then what was it all for what was the reason why did his father throw him away why did he not need him or listen to his words. he does not let himself be wyll anymore because wyll is not someone important enough to love. but he is

4) Gotenks - Dragon Ball Z : hes.....fun hes goofy hes energetic........ literally is just two children merged together and amplifying all their cockiest parts and i love him. he is just a silly ten year old doing cool trick and trying to be a hero because that is what he thinks is cool and thats what he wants to be. two mild mannered children together making each other stronger and more arrogant and it is wonderful. hes kind of a little shit. he just wants to be like the adults in his life. he wants to be as strong as his fathers and prove himself to them. he likes to spin and punt people like a volleyball. hes silly. in fighterz his big attack is so cute especially if you have piccolo in your team he passes it to piccolo it is my favorite thing on the world.

5) Chi-Chi - Dragon Ball Z : shes beautiful she is my wife she is half giant. toriyama hates her butni love her and she is mine now. she became a world-class martial artist and pursued some monkey boy she had a crush on as a child. she is one of the strongest people in the world and has strong morals and is the child of a king but wants to live a small cozy life with someone she loves and her kids and have everyone be safe and thats it. she is full of love but can absolutely wreck shit if it comes down to it. she is the only one whonis rightfully like hey. do not send my tiny child to fight on an alien planet. and then she waits. and her husband dies and she waits. and her husband dies again, for nine years, and she waits. raising two kids alone. she waits because she know he is coming back so she waits one more day, just one more day

6) Frankie Stein - Monster High : they have fun electricity things their limbs come off they are an inventor and 15 days old and autistic as hell but so excited and enthralled by the world and learning about it. they have a dog that is part dragon they dont know who they are yet but they are figuring it out but they know how to love and are full of wonder and just really really want to help people. they're the only monster like themselves, and have no community to turn to. at the same time, they arent any one person. they are made up of so many different people in their body and brain and they remember it all but only vaguely. DID coded king. to me

7) Russel Hobbs - Gorillaz : he is snarky hes the only one willing to punch murdoc he plays drums hes gnc hes possesed by a ghost that comes out when he plays the drums he is a father figure to noodle and is the only person caring about the Literal Child's safety and well-being. he became giant for a while and carried his essentially daughter around with him bc he was the only one willing to look for her. he literally always says the funniest shit hes everything to me. there is so little content about him bc jamie hewlett writes him away most of the time and i think i should be allowed to be violent for that. like ok i wonder why you keep not letting the fat black character have a turn. why do you think that is can you tell me can you elaborate on that.

8) Alistair Therin - Dragon Age: Origins : ok ok. hes fun. hes goofy. hes energetic. you get it. he didnt have a single adult who truly cared dor him growing up. he is lighthearted and has fun and cracks jokes but is willing to open up about his worries and be a person and is surprisingly well adjusted like hes been to therapy or smth. but then is he actually processing it or just saying it ? he is so convinced that he is worthless and forgettable to the point of putting himself in the background intentionally so you lead the team. he is scared and kind

9) Trucy Wright - Ace Attorney : she always has a smile but she so so rarely lets her real feelings peek through. she is the queen of repression she is so desperate to mever let anyone know she is really sad. she is just as snarky as her dad she is so silly and teasing. she is incredibly smart and intensely perceptive even though shes just a kid ! she puts on a personality of someone bright and energetic and carefree when in reality she is always haunted by knowing that her biological father abandoned her after using her to forge evidence and leading to her now father to lose the job he loved so dearly. she is so young but performs and earns the primary income for her and phoenix which is not something any kid should have to do. she carries the weight of feeling like she has ruined peoples lives so she puts on a smile and a show to try and make everyone feel a little better by putting on a smile and a show, which makes it all the more impactful in the moments when she briefly lets that mask drop.

10) Sera - Dragon Age Inquistion : she is a lesbian she is an archer so you know she has a chiseled back and strong ass arms. if she were real i would rubix cube my gender around and be a butch lesbian for her. she is so funny she is so autstic the game is so mean to her and assumes i dont understand her when she makes perfect sense to me and i love her so much. she does things as she thinks of them she cuts her hair by herself she doesnt make herself adhere to society and loudly and proudly stays herself even when others think its cruse and inappropriate. she has no self esteem and really truly is scared but she find purpose in having people to fight for. she is so lonely but passes it off with a grin. shes communist and kills rich people and makes fun of them. she stole a bunch of guards pants so she could laugh at them. shes the best character in inquistion hands down

SORRY THIS IS SO LONG <33 i am full of love. i wouldnlove to tag people but i have 0 thoughts in my head now I wrote them all out. if you would like to write about ten little guys in your brain i am tagging you right now and do not be afraid to tag me i would love to see your brain loves no matter who you are

[clubsheartsspades]

ask game: five pebbles! and if you’re feelin up to it: hunter!

Oh I'm always up for both of them!!

Favourite Thing about them:

Pebbles: His! Little! Voice!!! The fact that when he realises you don't understand him he just keeps talking, but slower is so funny to me <3 Hunter: The backspear is a huge help. Hot take, but back spear is better than dual wielding.

Least favourite thing about them:

Pebbles: The murder. Let me chill in your chamber you bitch!!! I just want to hang out!! Hunter: The fact that my stupid game crashes every time I try to shelter at a gate. For my first Hunter run I had to make it from Farm Arrays all the way to Pebbles in one cycle (I switched off the karma requirements for the gates because that was the only way) because the switch port is just So Broken

Favourite Line:

Pebbles: By all accounts it should be "Thank you wet mouse, send my regards" because I love the Rivulet campaign, but it's actually: "... I don't have to go through this alone." because I love the Rivulet campaign lol Hunter: I loved it when the Hunter jumped up into frame and said "Wa! I'm the Hunter!" so true bestie /j

brOTP:

Pebbles: Pebbles and Pleading Intellect, because I think it would be funny lmao Hunter: Hunter and Rivulet, especially in combination with lilypad, Sig and Moon bring their little guys to playdates <3

OTP:

Pebbles: Can I choose Sunstone AND Ragequit? make it OT3 Roadrage lol Hunter: Hunter and Artificer, no reason except I saw it and thought "Okay" so now that's what I have XD

nOTP:

Pebbles: Oh this is kind of hard, because I like both Sunstone and Ragequit, especially in combination with each other, idk Pebbles should just have Two partners XD Hm, I think I don't like him with Sliver? Yeah, Sliver and Pebbles doesn't work for me Hunter: idk like Gourmand maybe? I'm not really into the slugcat shipping, I have like two things I like and the rest I don't think about XD

Random Headcanon:

Pebbles: He was built as a religious structure, but he'd rather have his focus shifted to arts and music and literature instead Hunter: Hunter's favourite foods are centipedes

Unpopular Opinion:

Pebbles: He cares for Moon and he is sorry for what happened and he does love her. He literally says to Artificer "I can only hope my unfortunate development has not spread to her" and he even helps Hunter. He's not a heartless monster and not just an asshole. Hunter: Not that hard actually if you have a working computer.

Song I associate with them:

Pebbles is this And Hunter is this.

Favourite Picture of them:

Hunter: The sleep screen because Hunter looks so cute on it <3 Pebbles: This stupid picture I drew at 3am

#clubs talks #people ask stuff #this took surprisingly long lmao

[giurochedadomani]

Guys I've been possessed by the possibilities of a winter soldier mungrove au.

@puppetoffthehook 😁

I'm shit at any long format fic, but I couldn't stop thinking about the ‘first meeting’ post the winter soldier events. Also, perhaps Eddie getting framed for murder fits better post his turning into the winter soldier? As in, every information points in the direction that the winter soldier was designated to infiltrate, kill and disappear. So it doesn't make sense that he was behind the brutal murder of governor's Carver wife (or any of the horrific murders that take place shortly after). They have been extremely public and extremely gory, not like any of the other victims of the winter soldier, who disappeared never to be seen again.

However, Eddie might be the key to lead them to whoever's plotting behind the curtains (perhaps Vecna / Henry Creel is our Baron Zemo?). Billy really defends this hypothesis because something something he and Eddie have always had each other's back, something something he finds infuriating that people have always read the worst in him, but also because he prefers that option to telling anyone about why he's so invested in helping Eddie.

(Also, the logical thing to me is to make Steve into our Iron Man, because rich white boy with daddy issues and also to keep the Rivalry ™ with Billy, but I'm also a strong supporter of harringroveson or at least 'Steve, Eddie and Billy as besties' so, an Iron Man that doesn't have uhhhh the same kind of backstory with the winter soldier? A bit more understanding Iron Man that doesn't lead to the civil war big fight?)

(also Corroded Coffin as the howling commandos, perhaps?)

Anyway, a bit of suffering for our favourite guys:

A red guitar pick hangs from a necklace. Strange light reflects on it, making it vaguely fluorescent. Billy feels the familiar warmth of a leather jacket as two arms envelope him in a hug, a voice speaking as through a broken phone:

"Don't believe him. You know what Neil wants. What do I have to do to convince you that you're not the bad guy?"

"Eddie". Then again, louder: "Eddie". He feels the cold down his back and then– on his face? And the arms around him keep him from– Gareth's shouting something. And Billy hangs on the broken door of the train. And Eddie's scream gets lost in the distance as he falls to his death.

"Eddie!"

…

…

Billy wakes up as the bucket under the broken pipeline overflows. Drop, drop and then–

"Don't move", mutters a voice next to him. Billy rises up abruptly, only to be pulled back by his wrists and a clinking behind his back and– okay, he's handcuffed to what feels like a broken, old radiator. And Eddie's next to him.

Eddie–

Eddie slowly rises the damp rag when Billy's head snaps back to look at him. He's been. Patching him up? Big, brown eyes eye his forehead curiously as Billy feels the cut closing. The long list of plans, the myriad of contingencies Harrington ran him through disappear as his chest constricts.

He thinks: he's alive. He mutters: "Thanks".

The hair's longer than the last time, curls sitting comfortably past his shoulders as Eddie sets the rag aside and gets up. He has ditched the uniform in favor of a dark leather jacket over dark denim.

"You didn't have to put yourself in the middle". If it wasn't for the roughness of his voice, it would almost feel like they're again sixteen and he's chiding Billy for defending him from some bullies instead of for helping him out with a Swiss special operations team.

Billy shrugs.

"You didn't have to take me to–", wherever this is. He takes on the aseptic, spartan room they're into as Eddie moves around. There's a thin, ratty mattress in a corner, Billy can't help the little smile that curves the corner of his lips when he sees Eddie putting in a bag a scribbled notebook next to it. "You didn't have to help me either. Yet here we are".

He can't have been unconscious for long, they're probably still somewhere in Geneva. He wonders how long he has before someone inevitably tracks them down.

"I'm not here to arrest you. I can help", he says, because it probably begs clarification. Eddie's face parts in a sneer. "I know you didn't do it".

Which is an hypothesis at best, a bad hunch at worst, as Harrington oh so kindly put it back in New York.

Billy's not sure what Eddie's trying to read on his face, but he'd like to smooth his frown with his hand. He wants to– He wants–

"Whoever you're searching for is dead". Billy feels as if all air has been punched out of him, as if they were back at Starcourt, Eddie's hands around his throat. "You'll end up dead if you keep searching for him".

He thinks: no. He thinks: not even if another century passes. He'll drag Eddie back from hell no matter if the devil himself decides to get in his way.

"That's what he told you?", he shouts, as Eddie makes his way to the door. "You don't have to believe him! Eddie!"

(What do I have to do to convince you that you're not the bad guy?)

…

…

Later, a shadow on the Mont Blanc bridge will extend their hand over the water. They will absently caress a stolen necklace, feeling the slight beat of the minuscule tracking device hiding on the pick. After a long moment, the shadow will put it back around their neck.

#Mungrove #billy hargrove #Longpost #Also puppet! I want to post this on ao3. Do you mind if I'm the notes of the fic I link your winter soldier fic??

[fleet-off]

YOU ARE WATCHING YELLIWJACKETS!! 😭😭😭 bestie I so would like to hear what you have to say even if it's only two lines! I am unhinged about it!!

Anon! Anon m'dear, thanks for checking in, I’m so enjoying this show! I’m love every single character??? They’re so crunchy and tangled in these deliciously carnivorous ways! It’s so perfectly encapsulated by all the antler symbolism—how antlers are connected to the leader of the pit ritual as predator, but also to the stag as prey (most directly with Travis during Doomcoming)…we get antlers as visual framing constantly, for both the hunter and the hunted. This cycling dynamic—predator and prey equated as sacrifice, its own sort of cannibalism, a motif that consumes itself…god that’s the juice.

(I’m not even getting into like. Antlers as primal weapon but also antlers as trophy? Antlers growing and falling away and being ‘reborn’ with each year? Or the doe as a symbol of innocence and girlhood, and its subversion in the image of the stag? hhhhhhhh.)

Also. Like I said, I adore all of them, these archetypes of ‘90s teenage girls and middle-aged women taken to their ugliest extremes. Shauna who never became and yet still is, all that potential and all that loss—stuck, still, with Jackie inside her. And Nat! Nat and Lottie and the ways they play up against and towards each other, it’s spectacular! Tai and Van break me every goddamn week. And then—Misty. Misty fucking Quigley.

Misty is the light of my fucking life. Her specific brand of fucked-up is my bread and butter. (We’re getting a full breakfast here, anon.) This absolute lonely/insecure drive for people to notice and like and need her, reflected in citizen detectiveship and musicals and the hunger for romance, manipulation and kidnapping and elder abuse and murder…I love her when she’s vindictive, and I love her when she’s charming, and I love her when she’s incredibly off-putting. I want to poke up inside her brain with sharp instruments. I want to stick her in a pool with no ladder and watch her swim in circles like a Sim or that rat she drowned all the way back in episode one. Dialing .. / .-.. --- ...- . / -.-- --- ..- indeed, Misty.

Anyway, anon, hope you enjoyed my messy rave—feel free to drop by anytime with more questions or rambles! May we continue to be unhinged together. <3

#asks #yellowjackets #fleet answers