#even if tango does not wanna be here

[galaxygermdraws]

Few things

Here's my Secret Life designs for Tango n Skizz. Uh. No they aren't matching. Tango does not want to be a part of this, given he straight up called Skizz "dead weight". Not to his face, but. I don't think they would be matching

This was drawn without me knowing smth like this basically happens in Session 2 (Skizz wanting to trade hearts with Tango to seal the deal and Tango jus. Bein like "nah we gotta save these for bargaining reasons"). I drew this before realizing this was. Basically what happened. Despite this I am gonna keep drawing Skizz with that lil locket on

Slightly redesigned Skizz. again. It isn't anything noticeable it jus makes coloring him easier

Tango's design has. A lot of notes to it. The green hair for starters. Ya know how if you get chlorine in blond hair it will make it a yucky green color? Yea that's Tango's hair. Whatever hair dye he's been using for his blue hair on HC is FINALLY fading and it looks like this. Makes him look stinky /aff. I also added purple beans to his void hand as well as redstone staining. Muted his colors a bit too

ANYWAYS THOUGH YEA I AM TOTALLY NORMAL ABOUT WHATEVER THESE TWO ARE. GOING THRU IN THIS SEASON. 100% NORMAL ABOUT THEM <- lying

(reblogs with tags/comments are appreciated. Thankyu)

#secret life smp #trafficblr #SLsmp #skizzleman #tango tek #ask to tag #germdraws #germ draws #god i have....many thoughts #there is something with these two and it is not cutesy matching outfits at all tango wants nothing to do with skizz #nah what tango wants is scar. like he. he wants him so BAD and i do not know WHY #okay no i do know why but i DONT need to be insane about it here given it was brought to my attention by della my bestie della <3 #anyways though very sad about these two. #unwell even #the fans r right about skizz in pink though its very cute i jus made it a redder pink bc. tango is ALREADY red and i can see skizz making #his fit more red to match #even if tango does not wanna be here #this is gonna be incomprehensible

[pixiemage]

I legitimately think a lot of people get too hung up on how other people write or draw characters (both in MCYT and outside of it). I sometimes feel like there's so much bitterness towards fellow fandom members just because they've chosen to enjoy a character or corner of the fandom in a different way. Do you picture the characters the same way the creators are IRL? Fun! Do you have a much more fanonized interpretation because you want to separate the characters from creators? Great! Do you tend to lean toward one kind of design overall in your art because that's just how you enjoy the act of creation? Fantastic!

Short, tall, thin, fat, human, hybrid, something entirely undefinable - every single option is correct. Every single option is right. That's the point of creativity and creative liberty. That's the point of fandom and the whole reason why fan art and fan fiction exist - to take what canon gives you and make something, whether that something clings to canon's every note, or if that something turns canon on its head. Especially if it turns canon on its head.

This is a vast fanbase built upon a sandbox game, and any creations we make should be treated the same. It doesn't matter if it doesn't fit the bill for what someone else thinks, and it doesn't matter if it doesn't fit some standard mold. If everyone else views Grian as a parrot avian, but you love writing him as a cod? Do it! If a lot of folks depict Tango as a blazeborn, but you fucking love the idea of him being an android? Well, for god's sake, what's stopping you? Make him an android! Does everyone else write Bdubs as short, but you think it'd be really funny if he was taller than half the hermits, so the short jokes are even more ridiculous? Then, holy shit, I wanna see that!

But to roll back to the point, fan creations is meant to be fun. And all of you out there being picky? As a viewer of other peoples' art and writing, don't go telling people they're "doing it wrong". Don't be critical. Don't tell someone they need to "do better" if their portrayal doesn't line up with what's in your head. There's no rules here. And similarly, there's no quota we need to meet on variety. There's no law someone is breaking if they're not following your expectations. If you're a viewer of art and fics, and you're pissed at someone because you believe they don't draw or write someone tall enough or short enough or thin enough or fat enough or young enough or old enough - make it yourself. Don't detract from someone else's joy just because their version of having fun in the fandom doesn't line up with yours.

People are going to create what they love. People write and draw from a place of inspiration and enjoyment and fun. If they choose to share it, they're doing that for free and of their own free will. They didn't share it for you. Fan artists and fan writers aren't here to be your dancing monkeys, we're here to just have fun. If you aren't seeing enough of whatever you're expecting to see, then don't demand it from other people who were proud enough of a piece of art to share it with the world. Make it yourself.

#fandom #mcyt #fanart #fanfiction

[mochiwrites]

thinking about your secret husbands au

just imagined the hermits getting frustrated they aren’t getting together (I guess before Scar and Grian learn they’re trying to set them up)

and they’re like “if anyone’s going to say anything it’d be Scar, right? he just needs to know Grian is also pining”

so they go up to Grian, secretly voice recording or something, and ask “do you love Scar”

and Grian’s so confused like “of course I love him???”

and they go to Scar with the recording and show it to him like “see he loves you now go talk to him”

and Scar is also very confused like “…i mean i would sure hope he did”

and the hermits just get more frustrated bc they assume he interpreted it like friend love and is just being oblivious again, when really the rest of them are the oblivious ones

“Scar! Scar come here real quick!” Tango’s urgent whispers catch the man’s attention. He lifts his head up from the chest he’s currently got his head stuck in.

“Oh hi Tango!” He smiles, stepping back from said chest. The lid falls shut as he turns his attention to the other. “What can I do for you, my flaming friend?”

“Nothing much! I’ve just got a little disc here I want to show you,” Tango hums, twirling said disc around in his hand. He waves it around so Scar can see it. “I think you’re really gonna wanna hear this one.”

Scar’s eyes light up as he looks at the disc, “Well I do enjoy a good disc. Hit me!”

Tango grins at him in return before setting a jukebox down and sliding the disc in. Scar walks up to it, staring down at the box with interest.

There’s a soft skip in audio before someone begins speaking, Scar instantly recognizes it as Tango’s voice, “Hey G! You got a sec?”

“Ahhh, yup. What’s up?”

At the sound of Grian’s voice, Scar’s lips lift in a soft smile. To this day, Grian’s voice remains his favorite sound, next to his laugh. Oh, and the cute little bird noises he makes. And he can’t forget how he sounds when Scar — he’s getting off track.

“I’ve got a bit of a random question for ya. How do you feel about Scar?”

“I’d question why you’re asking me this, but knowing you and the others, I don’t think I want to know.” Grian’s laugh comes through, and Scar’s smile melts just a bit. “In answer to your question, I love him.”

At Grian’s confession, Tango rips the disc out, looking at Scar. “See! The guy loves you man! Go talk to him!”

Scar blinks, puzzled as he looks up at the other. “I mean… I sure hope he does. I just talked to him this morning.” They had a lovely breakfast together, even! Jellie accidentally knocked over her water bowl, and Grian had laughed his heart out when Scar slipped on the leaking water. “And I’m seeing him again later! I talk to him a lot?”

Tango groans, face palming.

#mochi speaks #mochi writes #secret husbands au

[milogreer]

touched on this in my top ten list, but i wanted to expand on it separately because i've been thinking about morgan and the seer obscura a lot lately 💭

so. "time is a song." morgan kinda blew up after its release, i feel like, and it's with good reason; the atmosphere of that audio is calm and sleepy but also, like… to me there's this longing for connection throughout the whole thing, ykwim?

like. we already know that the seer obscura is sort of at odds with their powers, given how they waited so long to go to the department, how they suppress their sight, and how they go radio silent after their first meeting with morgan. the seer obscura is clearly uncertain about all of this - morgan even calls them standoffish in "consulting with a seer." but they keep going back to him. being the only two known seer obscuras is naturally going to pull them together; the seer obscura is struggling to live with their unique type of sight after the inversion, and morgan is the only one who understands what they're going through.

(and he's gotta kinda pry them open because the seer obscura is notably a reserved person, but he's very gentle about it, he's understanding and patient and does his best to explain their shared sight even though he's never had to before because a) normal seers don't wanna hear it and b) he never thought there would be another seer obscura in his lifetime (much less one his own age) to talk to about it. and then giving them his own personal view of time when the typical water allegory doesn't work is just further building that connection between them.)

anyway, given the end of "learning about your magical abilities" and the fact that there's a year between its release and "time is a song," i'm sure they've gotten together at least a handful of times to work on the seer obscura's control. morgan to this point has consistently been open about wanting to help any way he can, but you can still kinda tell in "time with a song" that they aren't exactly friends yet, and that's why this one really gets me.

the setting for "time is a song" is so intimate - it's his home, in the middle of the night, with not a lot of time to make things presentable before someone he hardly knows outside of work comes over. the seer obscura needed help and comfort and even when they tried to backtrack out of asking for that, morgan invites them over anyway. he says he specifically focused on tidying up the apartment rather than himself, which means he’s looking like he just out rolled out of bed because he literally did. and that's just such a vulnerable thing to me, and it allows the rest of the audio to settle into this quiet, comfortable space that the seer obscura needs.

"when i said you can call anytime, i meant that." "another seer obscura like me[.]" "then there's you and me." "but you've got me. i'm here." "i want to know you." "it takes two to tango; you asked, and i said 'let's dance.'" like it's all just. i feel like i'm going to cry right now just thinking about this LMAO the seer obscura feels so lonely to me and morgan is constantly reassuring them that they aren't alone in this anymore, and i think that means a great deal to them.

to me this entire audio is thick with tension, but it really ramps up when they move out onto the balcony and morgan starts listing things he likes, because it's a shift from obscura lore dump to a personal heart-to-heart. he opened up his home to them and now he's opening himself up too. he gets a little silly! and then he drops the "i want to know you. you won't know that unless i tell you, so i'm telling you. [...] we can just be people with one another, too." and it is genuinely one of the most insane things i've heard in the entirety of the redactedverse. the period of silence after his laughter trails off where you can feel him gearing up to say something, the sincerity with which he says it, the relaxed atmosphere, the mental image of the only two seer obscuras on earth standing together on a balcony in the early morning hours...

(there's more to be said wrt the seer obscura backpedaling in the beginning and later apologizing for "wasting" morgan's time after he's already told them he wants to get to know them, but this post is long enough without me theorizing about that. i'm really interested to see if it gets touched on again; i'd like to know more about them.)

um. anyway. i'm driven insane by the audio every single time. all of the insane lore gained from all three audios so far aside (<- refusing to think about how morgan brought having your threads cut into the prime timeline instead of leaving it in cataclysm), the relationship these two have already is just captivating. the end

#this is so much longer than i thought it was going to be. is any of it even remotely coherent. i hope so bc i've been here for three hours #sweetheart.txt #redacted audio #redacted asmr #redacted morgan #morgan kyne #redacted seer obscura #morgan #seer obscura

[kookidough]

i know world tour rewrites are probably overdone by now but i wanna see an alenoah world tour rewrite where pretty much everything is the same but (predictably) it changes at/around i see london

so in this rewrite, pre-london, similarly to canon alejandro is flirting with other teams to get them off their game and eliminate them (cough cough bridgette, leshawna, etc) but he thinks it’d be a good idea to flirt with someone on his own team- not to throw them off their game, but to get a closer bond with them and hopefully a steady alliance once merge rolls around. after all, it’s easier to get closer to a team member than an enemy right now.

he’s weighing up his options and he Hates owen, izzy is Insane, and tyler serves no use to him, which leaves noah.. alejandro thinks he’ll be a good choice since while noah is weak he does somewhat try in challenges and he is very smart, so having him as an ally will benefit alejandro, also he genuinely enjoys noah company, viewing him as being on the same level as him in levels of wit/intelligence/humour, so boom it’s settled, noah will be his ally post-merge

anyway back to i see london, the episode goes the same up until the elimination ceremony, alejandro yaps in the confessional about it being unfair that chris let team amazon win since his team were the ones that actually caught the ripper-type guy. he also knows that since he was caught before the challenge even started, he’s probably going home !! so he needs to figure out a way to gaslight gatekeep girlboss everyone and stay in the game

he, like in canon, is of course irritated at noah for talking about him behind his back and thinks about eliminating him, despite previously thinking he’d be a good ally. this is where i diverge fully from canon and say he can’t really risk losing an ally here and maybe, without noah having the influence of anyone else, he’ll be able to turn things around with him. izzy is already gone so if alejandro eliminates owen, then noah will have no other allies and most likely be searching for one, so this is where alejandro can swoop back in and continue to ally with him (while definitely planning to use him for his intelligence and double cross him later as revenge for gossiping about him, and also because alejandro wants to win)

so with 2 votes for ale and 3 votes for owen, the big guy is sent packing and things are playing out the way alejandro wants them to. when he approaches noah for an alliance he’s surprised at how little convincing it takes, and he thinks this plan will be easier than he thought

hoooowever noah is also planning to double cross him and he approaches heather, despite disliking her, because he knows shes currently the only other one that can see through alejandro. he may not like heather but he knows she’s smart and a very capable player and hey, if things go south then it can’t be that hard to get her eliminated, because she’s literally heather

so just . AUFHHR i need this dynamic of noah and alejandro thinking they’re one step ahead of each other and they’ve got each other all figured out but they’re actually both just playing each other’s game and they have all the stupid flirty rival banter while they tango around their feelings for each other it’s great

and they dont even have to be final 2 !!! maybe their plans crumble and they end up voted off and get into some tense aftermath segment and have a very chaotic game of “truth or volcanic eruption” !!

#total drama #total drama world tour #tdwt #td alejandro #td noah #total drama alejandro #total drama noah #alejandro burromuerto #alenoah #there are brief mentions of other characters but i cant be bothered tagging them #i an insane over them i cant #pov bee rambles about alenoah at 1am Again #brainrot…

[galaxycunt]

My Dinner With Buggy

Author warning: this is dialogue only. Why? Because I wondered if I could do it and so here it is I’m lucky I had power the whole time in my house during this ice storm bc I’m so bored 😭

Summary: You are waiting on a man, you haven’t seen each other in quite some time. Not since you were a bright eyed recruit and he was a young captain with more ego than sense.

“Welcome in! How many?”

“Two, please,” as you sat you said, “a bottle of house red, thank you.”

A hand tapped you on the shoulder some time later, “I never tire of that joke. You’re looking good.”

“Buggy, wow. It’s really good to see you.”

“Yeah, not every day a marine wine and dines me.”

“I can think of a few officers who’d like that, now.”

Buggy frowns, “you told them, didn’t you?”

You shake your head, “Buggy, I didn’t even know you were with the Roger pirates. I found that out from the snails like everyone else.”

“Huh. Swore I told you. I guess…I never tell anyone that shit.”

“Hey, doesn’t matter. You’re here. You’re safe.”

Buggy laughs, “god, it’s been forever. Remember when we climbed up the mast of the first Big Top?”

“Hm. Yeah. Tiny Top. That ship sucked. I remember beating you up there.”

“Oh fuck off, I let you!”

“I beat you by a whole 30 seconds!”

“I’m not letting a fucking marine talk shit while I’m trying to enjoy my damn dinner.”

You laugh heartily as the waiter arrived, “I’ll have the pasta special.”

“You paying or what?” You nod, “prime rib. Gimme a steak bigger than my head.”

“You sure ain’t a cheap date, Bug.”

“Oh! So this is a date? Okay, you sure you don’t wanna thrown in with the guy who tangoed with the best and came out on top?”

“I…I think I am quitting. I saw your little movie debut. He…he was just a kid. Both of them.”

“Y-yeah. He really was.”

“I guess that’s the life we choose.”

Buggy sighs, “let’s not think about that. I’m here, you’re here. This is a date.”

“Is this a date? Okay, what lines does Captain Buggy pull on these things?”

“What’s your sign?”

“Libra.”

“I’m a Libra moon, they say a sun and moon sign being the same means they’re meant to be.”

You shake your head, “you’re so full of shit. Is that even your sign?”

“Maybe, maybe not. Take me on more dates like this and I’ll tell you the truth.”

You can’t hide your smile, “shut the fuck up.”

“Join me, I’ll treat you so good.”

“Uh huh.”

“It’ll be fun. I won’t even make you wake up at dawn.”

“And what do you get out of this?”

“A beauty at my side every day, that’s all.”

“You just want trade secrets, don’t you?”

He looks offended, “I ain’t that bad a guy. But my lips are sealed, if you wanna give anything up.”

“If you want secrets out of me, you gotta give me something to work with.”

“Work with?”

“What’s your big secret, tough guy?”

He chews the free bread thoughtfully, “the rumors are true. I washed Gol D. Roger’s underwear. Though I tricked Shanks into doing laundry duty more.”

“How?”

“Packing gunpowder is way cooler. Only chumps think laundry is better. Just cause you do it once a month.”

“Sounds about right for pirates. Marines make you clean the toilets with a toothbrush every day.”

“See what I mean? I wouldn’t let you lift a finger.”

“I might hold you to that.”

“I’d be so good to you.”

In between bites you say, “I joined only because I needed the money. My dad was a marine, the pension don’t pay much if you’re just one of the grunts. He wasn’t happy I did it. They had a nice sign on bonus.”

“Is that really a secret?”

“Well, maybe. People on base like to act like they’re doing it for the greater good. Justice and all that shit.”

“Snooty fucks.”

“Oh yeah.”

He smiles, “see? Gotta join me now.”

You blush as he watches you eat, “what?”

“Nothing. Just nice. You write and call less and less these days.”

“Hey, man. You do have a bounty. Though I guess I don’t have to be as careful.”

“Heh, yeah. Maybe we can see each other more….especially if you join.”

“Let’s not talk work, tell me anything else.”

“Like how lovely you’re looking?”

“Look at you, wearing something clean.”

“So this is a date. Let’s go for another drink after this, my treat.”

“Twisting my arm over here.”

“I’m a pirate, baby. I have my ways.”

You can’t stop smiling, in spite of yourself, “last time I saw you, you threw your head at me.”

“I remember.”

“Did you mean it? What you said?”

“Yeah, I really didn’t want those fucks taking me in. Even if they were your buddies.”

“No, no. Not that.”

He hums, “I think I remember.”

“Don’t be a dick, Buggy.”

“Don’t leave me in suspense then.”

“If you don’t remember, then I won’t say it.”

He stares for a beat, studying you, “I’m sorry for teasing. I do, I always will.”

“You were so drunk I-“

“-I wasn’t. I lied.”

“Check please,” you flag a waiter down, feeling his eyes boring into you, “thank you.”

“Oh shit. No, I didn’t lie about that. I was sober.”

Relief floods you, “you’re so stupid.”

“I love you.”

“Do you, or just the young hot marine you met?”

“Baby, don’t be like that.”

“What if I’m tired of the sea, want something quiet?”

“I’ll visit. All the time.”

“Really?”

He nods, “I’ll treat you good. So, so good.”

“I love you too. Against my better judgement.”

“Let’s get outta here. When are you expected back?”

“I got three weeks off.”

“Just enough time to lay low with me.”

“Heard you got a new crew, all those prisoners. They won’t like me on board.”

“They think I’m their god or some shit, I dunno. We can rent a room somewhere. I don’t care.”

“You are something else.”

“I can be all yours, just say the word.”

“Let’s see how tonight goes then.”

“I’m gonna dazzle your pants off.”

“Won’t go for nothing less.”

#one piece #buggy the clown #buggy x reader #buggy x you

[monggay]

mumbo jumbo :] haha he glows in the dark and emits radiation like if a specific 10% of his body was replaced with redstone

aka mumbo design from my hc x the mechanisms au and as usual, rambles under the cut !

also see: pearl as gunpowder tim, gem as drumbot brian, and cleo as ashes o'reilly !

so like the mechanisms are a band but they all have characters that they play and have lore and tell stories (theyre immortal space pirates who roam stars in the starship aurora having fun violence and more violence etc etc) GHSJHKFSH im not gonna ramble abt them anymore lol @lucky-sevens is a very good resource for all things mechs + check out lyric vids of their songs on here + their official site

SO BASICALLY, mumbo right? i know i said hed be nastya and he does share some stuff w her but then ppl reminded me of who would be aurora and what of nastyas backstory and i realized tango would be a better fit for those details of nastya so (ex princess tango + starship impulse !!! zed is the ships doctor btw n his mechanism is his brain) i decided to mix n match stuff from different characters n change whatevers, so now about mumbo:

his mechanism is his blood ! which is replaced with redstone :] this makes him radioactive, and also glow red. hes also like, a powered redstone circuit or w/e they are, and can power things by touching them/being near them even. i think redstone would be terrible for circulation but also that i think redstone itself would be pretty hot, being radioactive and all (especially powered redstone)

the coat + gloves etc are for hiding the glow (and also maybe some of the radiation??? i cant imagine that would be very good for normal people), and the scarf is for his head when he goes out n such

the mustache is fake. yeah. mumbo got meched young and did not get a mustache u_u

i think theyd have a backstory kinda like ashes, mumbo worked for the governemnt as a scientist/weapons expert but double crossed them for the rebellion or smth and got assassinated/sabotaged via lab safety violations

ok thats all i got for now abt mumbo

im kinda thinkin if ill keep the original number of 9 mechanisms or if ill add more hermits, i want other mcyts to be album characters and such, with one smp focused on one album maybe, but i dont know if i wanna add hermits as albums characs or as more mechs. maybe them as non-mechs immortals? like king cole or lyf or briar etc. thoughts on etho as carmilla tho?

btw i read everthin ppl say on my posts!!!!! i love all of ur hermitmechs ideas !!!!!!!! im grateful for each and everyone even the keysmashes u_u <3 all three characters in this au so far is now tagged under #hermitmechs!

#the mechanisms #mumbo jumbo #mumbo jumbo fanart #maeart #hermitmechs #just remembered that this was what i originally wanted to put up for mechtober prompt crossover so here u go :)! #u can still rly tell lmao that i just put what i remember of nastyas outfit on him lol #next ive got sort of cleo as jonny/ashes or false as marius ish :]]]] #this ones for all you mumboboys out there

[life-winners-liveblog]

WHERE ARE THE RANCHERS! I NEED TO SEE MY BOYS! I WANNA HUG THEM AND APPRECIATE THEM AND PUT THEM IN A BOX SO NOTHING BAD HAPPENS TO THEM, TUCK EM IN AND PUT ON STUDIO GHIBI FOR THEM. THE BOYS!!!!!

LL!Jimmy: Here we go! The ranchers should be around her- oh! There! Hi ranchers!

3L!Scar: Hi... ranchers.

DL!Tango: ...who are you?

3L!Scar: Scar?

DL!Tango: Well duh, which Scar?

3L!Scar: 3rd Life?

DL!Jimmy: Third Life Scar?!?

3L!Scar: ...yeah?

DL!Jimmy: You are real?!? I never seen you before!

DL!Tango: You are quite the legend around here, since no one has seen you in years.

LL!Jimmy: He told me he was "busy".

DL!Tango:... What. What does that even-

DL!Jimmy: I am going to tell 3rd Life me!

3L!Scar: Please don't there are enough people h-

DL!Tango: And he's gone.

DL!Jimmy: 3rd Life! Your Scar is here!

3L!Jimmy: Wait, really?!? Scar!

3L!Scar: Hi... Jimmy?

3L!Scott: Well this is quite the surprise, It's been so long.

DL!Tango: Can agree with you on that.

DL!Jimmy: So why are you here?

3L!Scar: Ehm... Last Life Jimmy needed to talk to you?

LL!Jimmy: Yep.

~~~~~

Ghostbur: Did you know I once blew up a nation and killed everyone?

SL!Jimmy: uhhhh...what?!?

SL!Mumbo: Why?! How?!

Ghostbur: Well... It wasn't really me me, it was alive-me, Alivebur! I don't really remember it though! I only remember good memories from Alivebur!

SL!Jimmy: That's... nice?

SL!Mumbo: S-so if you don't mind telling us...how did you die?

SL!Jimmy: How would he know that? he only remembers good-

Ghostbur: Oh! Dad stabbed me with his sword!

SL!Mumbo: oh.

SL!Jimmy: You said you only remember good memories-

Ghostbur: I do! It's a very happy memory to me!

SL!Mumbo: ... Yikes.

~~~~~

Schlatt: ugghhhhhh why so *hic* annoyed *hic* pretty boy?

DL!Cleo: How much did he drink?

DL!Scott: 5 bottles.

DL!Cleo: How?

DL!Scott: I don't know, probably because we can't die, I am just waiting for him to pass asleep and stop talking.

DL!Cleo: Same.

#asks #trafficblr #scott smajor #traffic series #jimmy solidarity #author answers #ghostbur #tangotek #goodtimeswithscar #mumbo jumbo #zombiecleo

[inaris-mage-of-storms]

(A little continuation of Muscle Memory, anyone?)

-

The day went well, more or less - only one little ol' fire, and it was put out practically right away! Honestly, Tango probably wouldn't even have remembered it happened if not for the way Jimmy's brow furrowed and the corners of his mouth turned down as he frowned at the scorch marks inside the microwave.

"I don't know what happened! I could have sworn I - " Jimmy turned his head and coughed into his elbow. "I really thought the pizza was already in there. Sorry."

"Hey, it's okay!" Tango nudged Jimmy's shoulder with his own. Skizz glanced over from where he was locking the door and flipping the sign to 'closed' before grabbing the mop. "You did amazing. We would have been in so much trouble without you."

He expected Jimmy to smile. He didn't expect the smile to feel so weak, to fail to reach those bright hazel eyes that were usually so determined.

"I could have been a lot faster," said Jimmy. "Forgot what I was doing a couple of times, and that definitely slowed you down. You and Skizz work so hard, and I just - "

Skizz leaned the mop against the wall and took Jimmy's face in both his hands, squishing his cheeks. "You stop that right now! You are an integral part of this kitchen, an excellent chef, and - woah, you're kind of hot, dude, are you okay?"

"Heh." Jimmy's smile was a little more genuine now, but the flush on his face wasn't from Skizz's words. "Bro, right in front of my rancher?"

It was Tango's turn to frown, mentally kicking himself for not realizing sooner that something was up. When Skizz let go, Tango put a hand on Jimmy's forehead, confirming for himself what was wrong. "You should have said something if you weren't feeling well. We could have done without you for a little bit. I mean, not well, because you're a superstar, but we could have managed."

"I'm fine, really," Jimmy insisted. "I'm just a little, tiny bit - um. Maybe a lot bit dizzy." He let his head fall forward onto Tango's shoulder. "Didn't want to be a bother," he mumbled.

"Hoh boy. You wanna get him home while I finish up here, Top?" Skizz looked as worried as Tango felt.

"I can still help clean up!" Jimmy straightened back up, trying to look as alert as possible, but whatever illness was about to hit him was catching up fast now that he didn't have the urgency of a busy restaurant to keep him moving. "I can't leave you to do all the work when you two already do so much more than - "

"Jimmy. You work just as hard as we do, maybe harder," said Tango firmly. "You are not a bother. There isn't much left to do, and Skizz can handle the rest of it just fine, okay? Let us take care of you."

Tango knew from his own experience that telling Jimmy to stop thinking like that would be ineffective. He knew from his own experience that it might take him a while to truly believe the compliments, if he ever did at all - but it didn't matter. Tango would remind Jimmy of his worth a hundred times a day for a hundred years if he had to.

"Okay," said Jimmy in a small voice. "Can - can we get some ginger ale on the way?"

Tango smiled. "Yeah, we can do that. Wanna veg on the couch and watch some bad movies?"

Jimmy nodded, looking absolutely miserable now that he wasn't trying to hide it, and Tango wanted to have him bundled in a blanket ten minutes ago. Skizz shooed them out, assuring Jimmy that he would be fine, honest, he just had to finish the mopping and a couple of dishes and he would be right behind them, and if Jimmy didn't stop fretting and leave right now then he was going to be carried home.

"Gosh, I think he means it," grinned Jimmy, letting Tango take his hand and pull him out of the restaurant.

"Oh, he does," said Tango with his own grin. "Impulse tried the same thing as you, once. And I do mean once. Skizz scooped him up like a sack of potatoes and dumped him in bed. The look on his face was priceless."

His grin faded a little when Jimmy's laugh turned into a cough, and it wasn't long before he had him safely home and tucked against his side while they flipped through TV channels. The restaurant would have to be closed for a few days - Skizz could handle closing up on his own, but running the entire place by himself was too much to ask. Tango was sure Jimmy would insist he was fine on his own, but he wasn't going to hear of it, and he knew Skizz would agree.

"You're not a bother," he whispered against Jimmy's forehead, even though Jimmy had dozed off at least three cheesy plot developments ago. A hundred times a day, if he had to; whatever it took to re-train the muscle memory of Jimmy's self-depreciation into self-worth instead.

}{ Part Three }{

#file: storm writes things #team rancher #jimmy kept coughing on stream since he's still recovering from being sick and i am always a sucker for being comforted while ill in fics #so this is what y'all get today #a little something to tide you over until the next chapter of the canary au comes out tomorrow

[amethystfairy1]

I keep thinking about Cub in TTSBC and How he got into college, if that was his first time topside and he was from the Deep Dark with no support?? Does he have family (I feel like warden mutants wouldn’t do super big groups like blazeborn clans)? And I was thinking how he probably hasn’t gone back since he went up, and also how overstimulating the near surface would be for a warden mutant. Like…there is redstone everywhere and they for sure can hear it. All the rail carts and people on top of that? At least topside you can find quiet places, but if you were fully in the near surface, you’d have to find a hideyhole like tango’s house for even relative peace. I was also thinking that Cub might be able to hear Grian’s wings if they moved under his sweater, whenever they meet, but he probably hasn’t spent enough time around other hybrid types to pick that out. He probably tries to ignore bodily sounds as a habit. I just…Cub. I want more Cub. I want to knowwwwwww.

Cub, Cub, Cub!

I'm serious I was not expecting TTSBC!Cub to be the brainrot for so many folks and yet here we are 😆 I'm so glad you like him so much, I love him too and I have lots of plans to write more for him I promise!

But for now...

I actually made a 'Warden Lore' post not long ago in response to another ask, but basically Cub got a scholarship through the acclimation program! Cub in the present day is 35, he's the same age as Scar. That makes him three years older than Pearl and Grian, and five years older than Jimmy. When he went topside via the acclimation program he was one of the first new batch of kids to do so post-Anarchy. He's another gutter rat with no family and no support, and you're right! Warden Mutants are very solitary my nature...a lot of them are also tangled up in organized crime groups that moved to the Deep Dark after Etho's gang with it's lab-backed support forced them to stop operating so publicly within the Depths.

You're absolutely right! Cub hasn't gone back to the Deep Dark since he was eighteen. He does occasionally return to the Under-City, but only like once a year. He goes to a clinic in the near-surface for his medical check-ups. And he does hate the near-surface for all the reasons you said, it's soooo loud and sooo crowded and sooo busy and he also has to ride the rail carts which made so much noise, so Cub puts off his medical check-ups for as long as possible every year because he doesn't wanna go. 😭

Cub does have the tendency to tune things in and out to avoid getting completely overstimulated every five seconds, because I mean...the poor guy's hearing is insane, and it gets stronger the more anxious/scared he gets because it's a survival mechanism, so when he starts having a panic he's gotta try his best to keep his calm because once he starts spiraling things only get ever louder.

Poor Cub. 😓

#fanfic #ao3 fanfic #through the sky blue cracks #cubfan135 #worldbuilding

[kittievampire]

So had this funny thought in my head but feel free to ignore. How do you think the brothers (and undateables if you want) would react if they walked into mc’s room and saw them pegging Diavolo (but you don’t want pegging you can just replace it with something else) I feel like that has a lot of humor potential bonus if mc and diavolo don’t even bother to stop

I had to write this while it was still April Fools Day holy shit bro 🤣🤣🤣🤣

This made me cackle in a room full of people

I gotchu bro I gotchuuuu

The funny thing is, I have a friend whom I joke about having a thing for pegging, so when I told him about this request, the way he looked at me was fuckin priceless man

I also have never written pegging before, so please keep that in mind while reading, I'll be trying my best tho promise ❤

Lemme see what I have in my bag, my dear~

Click here if you wanna request!

Warnings: Smut (duh), Pegging (duh x2), Walking in on the horizontal greased weasel tango (duh x3), Degradation, Sub! Diavolo x Dom! MC, GN! MC

Enjoy, you horny savages.

"Fuck!" Diavolo whined out as you eased a second lubed finger into him, his body trembling as small beads of sweat began to form above his brow. He gripped the sheets beneath him, eyes sealed shut tight with tears threatening to fall.

You licked your lips, not being able to stop the giggle that fell from your lips. "If only the others could see you now," You teased, hand reaching up to gently grasp at his bright red, weeping cock. He gasped as you began to stroke him slowly. "The most powerful being in the Devildom couldn't handle a week without an orgasm and is submitting to a human? Honestly, it's pathetic."

Diavolo pushed his head against the pillow, panting heavily. "P-Please," He whimpered, hips bucking up into your hand as you pushed your fingers further into him.

Before another taunt could escape your mouth, you froze at the sound of your door opening. Eyes wide, you turned to face the entrance to your room, immediately halting your movements.

Lucifer

Bro just kinda stands there for a moment

He'd heard odd noises coming from your room and was worried that there was an intruder, so he'd threw your door open

To see you with your hand wrapped around Lord Diavolo's cock and your fingers knuckles deep in his hole

A small blush formed on his face and he cleared his throat

"S-Sorry for... Interrupting."

He closes the door slowly

Bro cannot look at you or Diavolo the same after that

He just kinda acts like nothing happened, he doesn't want to address it, think about it, speak about it

Awkward silences whenever you two are alone in a room for a few weeks after that

Mammon

Baby boy's face becomes redder than Diavolo's hair

No real reason for walking into your room unannounced, just kinda does

"O-O-Oi! W-What is this?! W-W-Why-"

No thoughts just stutter

Doesn't even know what he's trying to say, he just feels like he should say something

Diavolo starts bucking his hips once more. "P-Please, please don't stop. Please, please, please-"

"Mammon, get the fuck out!" You shouted with a beet-red face

He slammed the door shut

Baby boy is traumatized

Can't look you in the face

Also doesn't want to bring it up, mainly because he starts stuttering when he tries to

Lowkey kinda jealous tbh

Leviathan

Homeboy just wanted to show you the new patch notes for your favorite video game's recent update

That's all he wanted to do

And you weren't answering the door, so he just thought he'd walk in!

Lags

His brain tries to comprehend the scene before him

Stuttering more than Mammon

Tries to leave but stumbles and falls ungracefully on his ass

Quietly closes the door

Bro doesn't come out of his room for a few days

Also traumatized

Avoids you for at LEAST three weeks until you come up to talk to him about it

"W-W-W-What?! W-W-Who starts a c-conversation like that?!"

Satan

Homie was so excited to show you a photo of a cute cat he'd taken a picture of

Did not expect to walk in on you and the demon prince partaking in such... activities

Is halfway in your room, unlike the other brothers who had walked in

Gets flustered and sloooowly closes the door after muttering a small "Sorry"

One of the only brothers who can talk to you afterward without it being awkward

"So, you and Diavolo, huh? I have to admit, I never thought he'd be the one on the receiving end."

Asmodeus

Now, we ALL know that Asmodeus is probably the least bothered by this

"MC, I'm having a dilemma! Should I go with pink and blue, pink and gold, or pink and white? Or maybe pink with gemstones?" He asked frantically, leaving the door wide the fuck open while holding multiple containers of nail polish

Your turn to be flabbergasted

"A-Asmo! Why didn't you knock?!" You shouted as quietly as you could

Asmodeus sighed in frustration. "You're not answering my question, MC, this is important!"

As soon as you started to withdraw your hands from your lover, Diavolo immediately started whining. "No! Nonononono! Please don't stop! Please!"

You turn red. "Asmo, get the fuck out!"

Asmodeus giggles. "He sure doesn't seem to mind."

"Okay, okay, fine. Have fun you two, next time invite meee!~"

Definitely pokes fun at you for a while after that

Beelzebub

Hungy boi dropped his bag of Super Spicy Newt Chips

Takes a moment to make sure none of them fell out before looking back up at the two of you

Blushes

"Sorry, MC. Hi, Diavolo."

Really fucking awkward

Doesn't know what to do with himself

"Um... Would you like some chips?"

"Beel, thank you, but... Um... We're busy..."

Beel nods and turns around to walk away

Bro forgets how to walk for a moment

Closes the door behind him

Isn't really too fazed afterward, just kinda blushes whenever he talks to you

Belphegor

You blink at the sight of a flash and the sound of a shudder

This cheeky son of a bitch took a photo of the demon prince being dominated by a human

Why? Fuck Diavolo, that's why.

You lock eyes with him

"Belphie."

He smiles at you

"No."

He takes a step back

"Belphegor."

"..."

Bro books it out of the room, slamming the door shut behind him

You almost trip trying to get out of bed before being pulled back in by Diavolo who's looking at you with teary eyes

Now you're to choose between chasing the Avatar of Sloth and deleting the photo or pleasing the begging demon prince before you

Haha, you're fucked

Barbatos

Bro is the most nonchalant about it

He lowkey knew what y'all were doing and still came in the room

He smiled at the two of you

"Ah, I figured the young lord would be here. My apologies for interrupting, I simply wished to deliver some things I thought would be useful."

"B-Barb, I appreciate it, but-"

He sets down four bottles of water, as well as a bag full of 'goodies'

"I'll take my leave now, have fun."

Leaves

Asks you about it the next time you visit the castle

Also, yes, you did use the bag of tricks

Simeon

Worst thing about this was that Luke was behind him

He had to cover his eyes and force the little Chihuahua back into the hallway before he became aware of the situation

He himself had a blush on his face, apologizing profusely

Thankfully, Luke didn't see anything, but the day after, he continued to apologize for walking in on you two

Homeboy Luke was so confuzzled

"What was happening? Simeon wouldn't tell me anything!"

You just kinda looked at him

"Oh, was that the bell? We're gonna be late for class, come on, Luke!" Simeon said, dragging him off and shooting you yet another apologetic look

This was fun as fuck to write, hope you liked it anon.

Y'all want some Diavolo love and angst? Check out my "Kin of the Demon Prince" fic, cause I'll take any opportunity I can to advertise 🤌🤌🤌

#obey me diavolo #obey me mc #obey me #obey me mc x diavolo #obey me smut #obey me hcs #obey me diavolo smut #obey me shall we date hcs

[sheeple]

Unconditional

GIF NOT MINE. THIS IS ALL FICTION. Genre(s): Modern!au / College/Uni!au / Mob!au / Chubby!Aegon Fandom(s): House of the Dragon (TV show) Pairing(s): Aegon Targaryen x fem!reader Summary:  When Helaena's 'friend' suddenly comes into the picture, something about her draws Aegon in. Even when signs point to run as far, far away as he can. Warning(s): Ooc Aegon? He's a poor little insucure Meow Meow / Mob-related violence / Name calling (positive?) / Aegon has mommy issues but we already knew that / overprotective Aemond / whiney Aeg / slight Sub!Aeg / Smut? P in V (only brief) / unprotected devil’s tango [Masterlist] [Moodboard] [Teaser] [Playlist] [Instagram profiles]

Aegon is cold, wet, and overall grumpy. He missed breakfast this morning because he slept in, all thanks to his hangover. "When is this friend of yours supposed to come, Hel?"

Both Helaena and Aemond roll their eyes annoyed. They have been standing outside waiting for five minutes while it slowly started to rain. Aemond told him to bring a jacket or umbrella, but Aegon just laughed and said umbrellas are for wimps.

Aemond looks down at his older brother with a smug grin as he angles his black umbrella so that droplets fall on Aegon's head.

At that moment, a flashy sports car comes speeding around the corner and stops in front of their feet. A window rolls down and loud phonk music pours out.

A woman ─ you ─ leans over and smiles widely at Helaena, "hey, sugar tits. You wanna have a good time?"

Both the Targaryen boys' eyes grow wide. How dare someone talk like that to their sister? Aemond is ready to throw some fists but is stopped by Helaena giggling in glee.

She opens the car door and falls on the seat with a smile. "Do you even know what a good time is slut?"

Unsurely, the two brothers also get in the car and before they are buckled in, the car speeds away.

While Helaena grabs your phone and changes the music, Aegon studies you through the mirror. A careless smile adores your face as his sister switches the music to something more to her taste, eyes flicking between the road and the girl next to you.

Aemond is the first of the brothers to speak up. "How do you two... know each other." He raises an eyebrow as he looks sceptically at you. 

You make eye contact with Aemond's single eye. "We took the same class in our first year before I─"

The loud grumbling of Aegon's stomach interrupts your sentence, making you look at him through the rearview mirror. 

"Sorry", mumbles Aegon in embarrassment. His cheeks colour bright red as he lays a hand on his belly.

"Are you okay, Darling?"

The concern surprises the white-haired man. He has never met a person who ─ immediately after meeting someone ─ shows so much concern. Not even his mother does it, and she's been 'caring' for him for almost twenty-six years. 

Aegon shakes his head. "N-no... I just haven't eaten yet."

A frown grows on your face. "You have to eat well, Darling. Do you need me to stop somewhere? There is a Taco Bell not far from here."

The three Targaryen siblings are baffled. Helaena is used to you wanting to take care of everybody around you, but this is new. Never in the years she knows you has she seen you immediately being so... you to anyone so quickly.

While Aegon sputters and stumbles over his words, claiming that he's okay, he has a pizza in the fridge waiting for him, Aemond's eye darkens. Something's off about you. He knows that. And it's not for the fact that you're kind to his brother.

It's for the fact that your knuckles have bandages messily taped over them, blood seeping through the gauze on the inside. Is that why you were late?

Your eyes meet Aemond's single on accident through the rearview mirror and you cock your head to the side. What's his problem? Ever since he set foot in your car, you have felt his glare on the back of your head.

You turn your attention back to Helaena, who's telling a story about that one asshole professor the both of you had in the first year. And how he hasn't changed in all those years.

"He then turns to this girl who sits in the front row and says: 'that means that one of your ancestors was a bastard from Dorne, seeing as your last name is Sand'. I swear this girl would burst out in tears the way he said." Helaena angrily folds her arms over each other with a huff.

You shake your head. "Prof Rys never had chill. I bet he is a bastard himself or something, the way he acts about them."

Before Helaena can retort back, Aemond buts in.

"What do you do, exactly?", he snarks, "if you're not going to uni, what do you do?"

"Aemond!", scolds Helaena, turning around and whacking him on his head.

You laugh, "it's okay, Len. I own multiple clubs, bars, and pubs all around the country."

"And for that, you need bruised knuckles?" Aemond challenges you. You know that. He is searching for more, for something behind the curtain.

The cat gets filled with awkward tention while Helaena throws daggars at her brother.

"Oh would you look at that", you say in faux surprise, stopping in front of their building. "Look's like you're home." Your smile drops and you glower coldly at the youngest Targaryen sibling.

Aemond practically kicks the door open and scowls inside the building, his hands in his pockets. Helaena apologises to you embarrassed.

"It's okay, love. He clearly hasn't had his day. We text?"

"We text." She squeezes your hand before getting out.

You roll down the passenger's window and smile at Aegon, who stands behind his sister. "Remember to eat, yeah darling?" He nods meekly, wetting his lips.

Winking at the siblings, you close the window and speed off. You've got a text from Harwin saying the scumbag talked. You wonder if it was before or after breaking his kneecaps.

That night, Aegon lays on his back, staring at the ceiling while his mind is on you. There is something so... mesmerizing about you. If it is the way your hair falls, how your eyes shined when you talked to him, or how you carelessly smiled with Helaena, he doesn't know.

A smile grows on his face as he turns around, fist gripping one of the many extra pillows on his bed. Oh, how he wishes he can see you again soon.

A couple days later Aegon sees his sister standing in the doorway of her room, checking out her outfit from afar. "How do I look?", she asks as she spots Aegon through the mirror.

"Like a pigeon."

Helaena rolls her eyes. As usual, very helpful. 

"Where are you going?" Aegon follows her around the room with his eyes while she searches for a pair of high heels and a bag.

"Y/n has invited me to hang around the VIP section of The Graveyard."

A sudden flutter goes through his body and stops in Aegon's stomach, buzzing around like a kid on a sugar high. "Y/n?"

"I rather have the two of you not go out tonight", grumbles Aemond from the hallway and turns his phone around for them to read.

THE STRANGER STRIKES AGAIN. DIRTY POLITICIAN FOUND DEAD. 

Helaena dry heaves as Aegon stares in disgust at the photo the article has provided of the politician. All his fingers are cut off and stuffed in his mouth. The word RAT is carved in his forehead in big, bold letters while his mouth is sewn shut. The article states that The Stranger has published multiple documents online exposing the politician, who has stolen millions from the sick and poor. 

Many, many years ago, during medieval times The Seven were worshipped as Gods. Through the years, they turned into mob and mafia bosses but all fall under The Father. He is the most powerful, from money to influence. People have suspicions that it is a politician or judge.

The Mother has the pharmaceutical industry in her pockets, as well as almost all the hospitals and clinics in the country. The Warrior owns the totality of the armies and all the cops. 

Most, if not all, real estate is from The Smith. Most of the projects in development get money from him. The Maiden, for not that long, has ownership over the sex work. It's said since she has taken hold of the industry it has gotten a lot safer for those who work in brothels and clubs.

The Crone keeps the cultural aspect of society alive. She makes sure that libraries, concert halls, and theatres keep their doors open and that people can learn and grow.

At last, is The Stranger. They have no 'official' business, but rather they are the executioner of The Seven. They make people disappear, get information out of someone with rather... interesting methods, or silence them.

To everybody in Westeros, this is common knowledge. Everyone also knows that they shouldn't mess with The Seven. The politician is a perfect example. What isn't known, is who those people are. Speculations are that for hundreds of years, the same families carry those titles, passed from parent to child.

Helaena ignores Aemond and continues to get dressed. "Nothing's gonna happen, Aem. It's least likely that The Stranger is going to strike again. And besides, I'm with Y/n."

Aemond pinches his nose bridge, sighing extravagantly. "That is exactly what I'm worried about. I don't trust her."

Aegon turns angrily to his brother. How dare he say that? He has only met you once and he already is so sure about his opinion of you.

"I don't care", she dares him, "I'm still going. And Aegon is going with me, aren't you?" His sister turns to him and looks with big eyes, motioning him to do as she says.

Aegon, all too glad to see you again, tries to contain his excitement with a short nod. "Yeah, since I have nothing better to do, I thought I would come with."

The tallest Targaryen sibling angrily huffs and turns around, stomping off. 

"Are you ready to go? the Uber is almost here... You're not wearing that, are you?" Helaena fixes the last of her makeup in the mirror before looking at him with raised eyebrows.

Aegon looks down at his clothes ─ a pair of sweatpants and an old shirt with holes. He hurries to his room and has a small crisis about what to wear. He knows what looks good on him. He knows what will get him girls to hook up with. But with you, he's not sure. For one, he does not want to just hook up with you.

Even though you're his sister's age, you are a woman. One who has lived in the real world for a while now. You're probably not interested in boys. Because that is what Aegon is; a college-aged boy. 

He's reminded of the fact when he walks into the Graveyard and sees you perched on a barstool in a black dress with a leg slit and your red-painted lips drawn into a teasing smile. You're entertaining a man with shoulder-length hair. Aegon can't see who it is since his back is turned towards him. But the man is broad and he for sure could break bones with ease.

Helaena wildly waves with her hands above her head and it gets your attention. The smile grows to that one of glee as you hop off the stool, making your way over to them.

Hugging Helaena, you close your eyes. "It's so good to see you! You look absolutely stunning!" You make Helaena do a twirl.

"You too! I am obsessed with this dress, oh my Gods! I hope you don't mind that Aegon came with? I texted you before we left."

Pulling your phone out of your bra, you check the messages that you missed. With a nod, you put the device back. "Oh yeah, I see... I had a meeting, so I put it on silent. Do you guys want anything to drink?"

You lead them up a pair of stairs that are closed off by a velvet rope and security opens it for you and them to pass through. 

As you all settle in the booth, you turn to the sibling pair. "It's 2000's night, so expect a lot of Timberland, Sean Paul, and Christina Aguilera."

You feel a hand on your shoulder and turn your head. Harwin. He looks at you in earnest before motioning for you to follow him with a nod. 

"If you'll excuse me for a moment, I'll be right back." You meet Aegon's eyes and smile at him. You stand up and squeeze his underarm. 

Harwin leads you to your office and you close the door behind you. He stands in the middle of the room, his fists balled and his lips tight. "How do you know them?"

You raise your eyebrows. "Who? Helaena and Aegon? What is it to you?" Walking towards your desk, you lean against it.

"They... they're-" Harwin sighs, running a hand over his face. "They are no good. Helaena is the best of the lot, but Aegon and Aemond... You need to stay away from them."

Pushing off the desk, you go stand in front of him, tilting your head up so you can look him in the eyes. "How do you know that?"

Harwin hesitates for a moment, searching for the right words. "My wife's their half-sister. Her father re-married and out came them. There is also another one, but he's in Oldtown. They're all spoiled brats!"

With a deep inhale, you try to put all the information in the right order. So... Harwin's in-laws are the age of his own children? But they're all biologically connected? What in the world...

"And what is so wrong about Aegon? He seems quite lovely."

The man grabs both of your hands in a fatherly matter, a sorry look on his face. "Don't do this to yourself. I know that look, it was the same one your father had in his eyes after meeting our mother."

Before you can protest, he hushes you. "He's a boy, Y/n. He parties until he almost has alcohol poisoning, sleeps around with no regard for their feelings, and loves getting in trouble."

Pulling your hands back, your face hardens. "I get that you and your family have their judgements about them, but Helaena's been nothing but a good friend to me so I won't let you talk about her brother like that. You are not my father, Harwin. He's dead and I've been taking care of myself for all these years, so I don't need you to start doing that now."

You turn around and walk briskly out of the office, leaving your second-hand man in the middle of the room.

How dares he? You get that he wants to look out for you, but he's out of line. You can judge for your own if Aegon is truly what Harwin says he is. You don't need his prejudice to swarm your judgement.

Besides, you know that you can't take this too far. Aegon is an innocent civillian. You can't pull him into your world without being sure he's one hundred per cent okay and ready to face it. It's all innocent fun, right?

You take a deep breath before you go sit back in the booth where you left Helaena and Aegon. Only Helaena is gone and has left Aegon on his own. He looks up from his phone with big eyes, but a smile grows on his face once he sees it's you. 

"Where's Hel?", your question, looking around to maybe spot her.

Aegon puts his phone in his pocket, focusing on your face. "She went to grab something to drink but she got distracted and is dancing. Look, right there." He points towards the crowd, but when he notices you're looking to the wrong side, Aegon grabs your hand and guides your pointer finger to where his sister is twirling around.

You laugh out loud at the sight of Helaena totally minding her own business, oblivious to the many stares she's getting.

"Do you also want to dance?" You turn to face Aegon. What you didn't realise is while Aegon helped you to point to Helaena, your faces are practically next to each other. Now that you turned your head, your noses almost touched.

Aegon's cheeks turn a violent prink as he doesn't know what to do. Normally he would have taken the chance to kiss the girl, but he doesn't dare to do that to you. You're far too beautiful to just kiss so carelessly.

You don't wait for his reply and just pull Aegon to the dance floor. At first, he's awkward and doesn't know what to do. You grab his hands and place them on your middle.

"I love this part", you say as the music slows down. Your lips are touching his ear shell. Was it a seducing technique? Who knows.

Aegon feels that the time, like the song, slows down as he watches you dance with your eyes closed and smile. The multiple coloured lights dance over your face and give you an ethereal glow. 

His hands on your waist tighten their grip and pull you flush against his body. Your eyes open and watch how he smiles much more confidently than all the times before. It widens your own and you two sway from side to side together, feeling the music. 

Aegon twirls you around, and it earns a giggle from you. "Where is this sudden confidence comming from?", you ask as you lay both of your hands on his chest. You feel his heart beat rapidly under your right hand and it tells you that he's maybe not as confident as he looks. "It's cute."

"Is it good cute or bad cute?" He cocks his head to the side, his tongue swiping over his bottom lip.

You pretend to think for a moment. "It's cute."

Aegon smiles amused, you're flirting with him. He's at a loss for words, so he's saying the first thing that comes across his brain. "Ha- have I already told you how beautiful you look?" 

There is something so endearing about Aegon, you decide then and there.  He gets a spurt of confidence but then he just forgets it. So suddenly. He eyes you shyly through his lashes all while putting on the most blinding and radiating smile you've ever seen.

You spend hours dancing together, him twirling you around and jumping up and down. You don't even notice your heels are killing you until you take a moment to sit back down and drink something.

Groaning, you slip out of your shoes and pull your feet up on the seat, so they're not touching the nasty ground. Aegon comes back with two glasses of something and slides next to you. He grabs your feet and pulls you close to him.

And you two just talk. About everything and nothing. Especially life.

"Excuse me, how many times did you say?", you ask baffled.

Aegon grins sheepishly. "Yeah... I'm on my tenth major right now. The uni allows it because dad's a huge benefactor of the school."

You lean back. "So... y'all rich?"

"I-I wouldn't call us ri-rich. We're comfortable..." His cheeks colour a bright red as he stammers out.

A soft smile grows on his face. "It's okay, Aegon. There is nothing wrong with having more money than the average citizen. And also not with not knowing what to do once you hit uni age. Way too early we have to choose what we will do for the rest of our lives, in my opinion at least."

Aegon looks in wonder at the woman who sits next to him. They are almost the same age but she's so much wiser beyond her age. 

"Why did you drop out?" 

The sudden question surprises you. It also seems to surprise and embarrass Aegon as he shrinks in himself.

"I... dropped out because my father died", you begin, looking at the half-empty glass on the table and how the condensation slowly drips down, "I am- was his only child, so everything came down on me. I knew that I couldn't keep my father's legacy afloat while attending university, so I choose what was the best."

"Was it the best for you?", asks Aegon quietly, reaching for your hand.

You swallow the lump in your throat. "I don't know." It comes out in nearly a whisper, but he has heard it.

Aegon doesn't hesitate for a moment and pulls you in a hug, laying his head on your shoulder.

The hug goes as quickly as it comes, and you push him away. You don't know what to do, so you fake a jawn. "Oh gosh, I'm actually really tired. Do you want me to drop you off at your place?"

Aegon nods, defeated. He knows he has taken it a step too far. What was he thinking?!

You tell him to wait outside as you go seek Helaena. You return alone, telling him that Helaena said she would get back home on her own because she found a couple friends from uni.

The ride back to the Targaryen sibling's apartment is very quiet, apart from the radio playing some pop songs.

"Can I tell you a secret?", you say after a while. "I'm actually quite scared of driving in the dark."

Aegon turns to you with raised eyes. "If you want, I could take over?"

You shake your head. "Thank you, but it's okay. It has quite the irony, believe me. Most of my business is conducted in the dark, with all the clubs and bars and such. I have really bad astigmatism, but wearing glasses in this profession is pretty impractical."

The eldest Targaryen sibling nods, drumming along with the music. He watches the cars pass by, before turning his gaze towards you. He studies your face again, finding new exciting details. And they are the most mundane things. Like how you scan the road, looking ever so often in the rearview mirror.

It's every freckle and mole that adorns your face. Every dimple and scar. The way your nose is shaped. The little peach fuzz that he spots when your profile is lighted from behind.

"I sing."

"Excuse me?"

"I sing and hum when I am scared. When I drive alone, I put on Disney songs to keep my mind at ease." You admit, glancing at Aegon to gauge his reaction.

If there is one flaw you had to name about yourself, it would be your fear to drive in the dark. It's stupid, for a member of The Seven to be scared of driving when the sun is down, but too much bad shit happens at night.

A smile grows on his face. Aegon feels really special that you tell him this. Nobody ever tells him something personal. And he doesn't blame them. Normally he doesn't give a shit about other people.

But you aren't other people. At least not to him.

Nothing else is said for the remainder of the car ride to the Targaryen siblings' residential. And neither Aegon nor you feel the need to say something. A comfortable silence hangs between you two.

You pull up to the building, and Aegon undoes his seatbelt. "Thank you", he says, smiling shyly.

You reach over and kiss him on his cheek. "Have a good night, Darling."

His cheeks grow hot and he stumbles out of the car, waving at you as he fumbles his way inside the building. Once he is in the elevator, he leans against the wall and exhales loudly. He is so fucking in love with you.

Later that night, when Aegon lays in his bed, he stares up at his phone. He feels really bad that he's doing this. But after tonight, he can't stay away from you. So, he decides, he's going to find your Instagram account. He wants to start with searching your name, but there are way too many Y/n's to just do that. Plus, he doesn't know your last name.

Having a eureka moment, Aegon goes to his sister's account. You're sure to come by at some point.

Helaena follows over a million people, so there's no way he could find you in the pile. He does search your name but to no avail. He next tackles his sister's story highlights with her friends. You are sure to come by at one point.

He taps at rapid speed through the photos of his sister with her friends, their cousins and nephews. 

He once taps wrong and ends up on Aemond's Insta. Pretentious fucker, only posting 'aesthetic' pictures of himself, himself shirtless, or his stupid piano. Ugh.

Just as he wants to give up, there are you. You and Helaena hang off of each other, big smiles on your faces and a cig in between Hel's fingers. Your account is tagged as stragner. He never could have guessed that. 

The content also does not say a lot. Only 9 posts. Travelling photos, dropped coffee, a cute snowman, and embroidery. Huh, thinks Aegon, he would never have considered it. But at the same time isn't so strange to imagine you with an embroidery hoop.

His thumb hovers over the follow button. At the last second, he decides not to. Except he has a big ass thumb and accidentally taps on the button. 

Aegon jumps a metre in the air, throwing his phone across his room and hiding under his covers. Stupid stupid STUPID. He and his stupid fat fingers.

From across town, you lay curled up on the couch watching a series you meant to catch up on a while ago when your phone dings next to you.

You pick up your phone and when you see the notification, you're giggling like a little schoolgirl.

[INSTAGRAM] aegs started to follow you

How in the seven hells did he find you? You scroll through his account. The previous smile you had now grows even wider. He posts a lot of pictures of himself ─ not all even pretty but still endearing. A couple of memes pass by and also funny pictures of animals. It's charming.

Without hesitation, you press the Follow back button and throw your phone on the couch next to you, not daring to look if he sends you a dm or something.

Oh, how grateful you are Helaena convinced you to make an Insta account.

That night the both of you go sleeping with big ass smiles on your faces. Your cheeks still hurt the morning you wake up.

[aegs] Hey, idk if this is too forwards, but do you want to hang out some time? [aegs] Totally no pressure if you're too busy or anything

Aegon feels like an idiot. More than he normally is. He has debated the whole night about sending you a dm. You're a busy person who has probably better things to do than text with some guy.

He nearly chokes in his serial when he sees the notification flash by. You replied. You even liked his first message.

[stragner] Of course! Sounds fun [stragner] I am really busy tomorrow and the day after that, tho... But Thursday I'm free!

Thursday... Thursday... Is he free? Aegon checks his calendar to make sure he's one hundred per cent sure he has nothing else. He has classes, but he could ditch that. Wait... you wouldn't like him to do that. So he can't do that. 

[aegs] I do have classes, but after I'm fully yours!

Aegon cringes at his own desperation. Even though he feels anxious about your reply. 

Meanwhile, you type away, deleting some before deciding to not change anything and just send it.

[stragner] That sounds like a plan. Should I pick you up? I know this very pretty coffee place we could grab a cuppa

Putting your phone in your back pocket, you turn around and put on your game face. Harwin is holding a man up by his hair, his face swollen with bruises and a mix of blood, snot, and tears running down his face.

It was easy to lure the man. Putting your tits in his face while grinning down at him and he didn't see you putting drugs in his morning coffee.

Grabbing a pair of pliers, you approach the man. "I'll ask you one last time, nicely. Where did the shipment go?"

Snorting snot back, the man's bottom lip quivers. "I-I don't know! I did-didn't work that ni-night!"

"WRONG!" You motion for Harwin to hold down his hand and you yank out a nail. The man wails in pain while you study the nail. "You have nine more nails and I have all the time in the world. I will get the truth, even if it means I have to pull out all your toenails."

After the third nail, the man repents. "It was R'hllor! R'hllor stole the shipment!"

Pulling back, you look at the man. "R'hllor?"

He nods desperately. "Y-yes! R'hllor wants to make his way to Westeros! He has multiple politicians and police officers in his pocket!"

"It's such a shame...", you tut, grabbing his chin to lift his gaze to meet your eyes. "Such a shame that the only thing you can spew is old news, honey."

The man thrashes wildly against Harwin's iron grip as you move back to the station with all your tools, only to grab the jerrycan with gasoline. 

"Did you know", you begin as you pour the liquid onto the man, "in the olden days, ceremonies held for R'hllor involved fire. It was believed that, when staring into a flame, his followers would receive prophecies. Shall we check if it's true?"

Striking a match, you let it dance in front of your face before you flick it towards the man, the gasoline catching on fire and burning the man in mere seconds. 

Harwin hands you a rag so that you can clean your hands, "so R'hllor's trying to expand out of Essos? Bossman won't be happy with this news."

You shrug. "When is he ever happy? Should we tell him before or after he had his breakfast coffee?" 

Both of you check your watches. 9:36 AM. "After", you both agree, making your way up the stairs of the basement, letting the man behind ─ still screaming and thrashing as the flames burn away at his skin.

Thursday morning stands Aegon in front of his closet in his underpants, hands on his hips while staring at his clothes. What is date appropriate but doesn't scream desperate? That doesn't scream 'please fuck me'. He's not that desperate... he thinks...

Aemond's head peeks through the crack of Aegon's door, his nose upturned. "Don't forget that Cole is picking us up after school to bring us to mum."

The eldest brother turns his eyes towards his brother. "What? Why?" 

"Dinner before the gala, remember dinkwad?" Aemond rolls his singular eye annoyed and slams the door after him.

Fuck... there goes Aegon's plans to woo you. He grabs his phone and quickly sends you a text.

[aegs] I am so sorry but I have to take a rain check on our date. Mum's suddenly expecting us this afternoon🙄

[stragner] Oh... [stragner] No worries tho. Another time?

[aegs] Yes! [aegs] Definitely! [aegs] I promise, scout's honour🤞

Aegon is annoyed. He could have spent his afternoon with you, enjoying time together. But instead, he's at home picking at his food while his mother gushes about Aemond and how great he is doing at school. Barf.

Picking at his food, his attention is pulled towards his mother. "I've had your suit sent to the dry cleaners. I expect you to be on your best behaviour tonight. So no flirting with guests, or eyeing the waiters."

Aegon lifts up one eyebrow annoyed while nodding, his eyes still focussed on his asperges. "I'll be on my best behaviour, mother."

The night has not yet begun and he's already annoyed. And it doesn't help that once he tries on his suit, it barely fits him.

Yes, Aegon knows that he let himself go the past years, but he always used to bounce back. But now, his stomach isn't as flat as it used to be and his sides are softer, rounder.

Helaena passes by his room and hears him huff. She peeks her head inside and sees him mentally struggling with his suit. She quickly goes to her own room and returns with a plastic bag. 

Aegon hears a knock and is surprised to see Helaena with a soft smile on her face. "I wanted to give you this on your birthday, but it seems like you need this now."

He hesitantly grabs the bag and pulls out a three-piece suit. It's a nice dark green colour. It looks and feels really expensive. "Thanks, Hel", he says, giving her a genuine smile.

A while later, all dressed and ready, Aegon follows after his family as they walk in fashionably late into the gala event. His father walks next to his mother, heavily relying on his cane. Aemond guides Helaena into the venue and that leaves Aegon to fend for himself.

He miserably stares into his wine glass, looking around the room with a curled-up lip. All these rich people pretend to care about whatever charity is hosting this gala while they just want to flaunt their wealth. It makes him sick. It makes him long for a simpler life, one without 

Aegon's eyes scan the room but halt on a figure standing with their back towards him talking with his half-sister and her husband. They are dressed in a simple, floor-length black dress with a slit and sheer red gloves that end just above their elbows. 

They throw their hair over their shoulder and Aegon swears his heart stops. It's you. And you have never been more beautiful. 

You throw your head back in a laugh and hit Rhaenyra's husband on his shoulder. No... it can't be... Aegon swore he vaguely recognised that man from the club. Since when does Rhaenyra's husband work for you?

Rhaenyra says something and he sees you turn around. As you spot him, a large and genuine smile grows on your face and you excuse yourself.

Aegon nervously straightens out his three-piece suit and does a quick breath check. 

"Don't you look like a handsome young man", you muse, reaching out and brush a stray hair out of his face. "The colour suits you well. Why don't you do a spin?"

He awkwardly turns on his heels, and you clasp your hands together. Aegon feels his cheeks heat up. "You look very pretty, Darling. Have they left you behind?

You motion with your head to his sister ─ who sits with their father, happily munching on a piece of cake ─ and his brother and mother ─ who look at you with their lips curled up.

Aegon groans softly, knowing what that means. And yup, as he suspected, his mother hightails over to him and you. Aemond's gaze trained on them like a hawk, a scowl on his face.

"Aegon who... is this?" Allicent does a once over, her eyes travelling up your figure, obviously judging. "Wait... I know you. Don't you work for Harwin Strong? 

You hold out your hand for her to shake with a confident smile and introduce yourself. "Actually, Harwin works for me, Mrs Targaryen."

This makes the woman's eyebrows raise in surprise, an unreadable look on her face. "My. Aren't you a bit young to be- what exactly are you?" 

A soft 'mom!' comes from Aegon, embarrassed. You grab his hand to let him know it's alright. "I own a security company, ma'am. I had to, unfortunately, take over the family business after my father's untimely passing. But I'm sure you must've already known this, being in-laws and everything." The smile you give Alicent is big and tooth-rottenly kind, in a fake way. 

"Well, it was nice talking to you." And with that, his mother turns away to go back to the table to sit next to her son. They angrily whisper to each other. Their glances and glares are quite obvious.

"I'm sorry-", begins Aegon, but you take his face in both of your hands, a worried look in your eyes.

"Are you okay, Honey?"

He nods sheepishly. You haven't called him Honey before, and it sends the butterflies in his stomach bustling. 

You sigh, fixing your gloves, and cock your head to the side. "To be honest, I'm pretty much done with all this peacocking. I do have to speak to a handful of people. What do you say? Want to join me before ditching this whole affair?"

You hold out your hand and Aegon takes it excitedly with a nod. You pull him around the room. And while you talk with people — which Aegon does not even have the care for to listen to the topics — you don't let go of him. Every time you have to shake someone's hand, you are sure to grab his arm with your other. Never losing contact.

And as you promised, in no time the two of you are in your car and speeding away from the event.

The way to your house is closer to his own apartment than Aegon thought. You drive the car into the underground parking and park the car in a marked spot with your apartment number.

You lead him to the elevator and scan a card before pressing a button. The doors close and Aegon feels the elevator move up.

The two of you stand next to each other, shoulders touching. Suddenly, you sign frustrated and whisper a ‘fuck it’.

As Aegon wants to turn to you and ask what is wrong, you grab him by his tie and smash your lips against his. The kiss is hungry, full of desperation and want. 

Aegon does not know what to do with his hands, holding them up in the air surprised.

You pull away from him, lipstick smutched. Your eyes flicker from his eyes to his lips. With a sigh, you release the tie and take a step back. "I'm sorry. I should have asked." You hang your head down in shame. Damn you for assuming.

Aegon reaches out and pushes your chin up before connecting your lips again. This time in a softer manner. His hand goes from your chin to your cheek, before it ends up on your neck and pulls you flushed against him.

You hum satisfied, gripping his shoulders and lean in even more than you would have thought possible. You bite his bottom lip softly, releasing it with a pop.

A soft whimper leaves Aegon's lips as your own trail down the corner of his lips, to his yaw and sucking on his neck. He rolls his head to the side, giving you more access while his hand laces into your hair.

The elevator doors roll open and you pull away. Your lips are puffy and red, your chest rising rapidly as you watch Aegon come back from cloud seven. 

"Come on", you say and take his hand, leading him into your penthouse.

On the way to your bedroom, you've lost both your gloves and your high heels, while Aegon is on his bare feet and his tie hangs loosely around his neck. The jacket he wore is thrown somewhere your gloves also have ended up.

Reaching your bedroom, you push him down to your bed. Aegon leans back on his elbows. You push the straps of your dress down, and it lands on the ground. Aegon's eyes are transfixed on your boobs. They have to be the most perfect pair he has ever seen. And he has seen a lot.

"What is that?", he whispers with a smile, eyes fixated on the black strips holding up your boobs.

You roll your eyes, pulling the tape off your body. "You don't think my tits stay up by themselves, do you? Darling, gravity isn't the biggest fan of breasts."

Aegon sits up, pulling you closer to him by your hips. "I don't care, I like 'em." He presses a kiss above your belly button and smiles up at you.

You feel the heat creep up onto your face, and you look away smiling. "Shut up and get undressed."

"Yes ma'am", he smiles, and reaches for his blouse, but he hesitates.

You notice the quiver in his hands, and you reach out. "We don't have to be doing anything you don't like, Aegon. Just say the word and we can just chill on the couch."

But Aegon shakes his head, "no, I want this. I want you. But I'm... I'm scared you aren't going to like what you see."

Aegon knows his confidence is mostly an act to hide the fact that most days, he feels too fat and too lumpy.

With a shake of your head, you take his hands. "You could never disappoint me, Darling. May I..?" You refer to his shirt and Aegon nods.

Unbuttoning his blouse, you push the fabric off his shoulders. You take him in. Yes, his curves are round and his belly has faint stretch marks. But that makes him all more desirable to you. 

In a world that is harsh and rough, you need something soft.

"You're perfect", you whisper before kissing him again with much vigour. And this time, Aegon knows what to do. He wraps his hands around your sides and pulls you on top of him, a thick thigh between your legs. 

You hold his face as you grind against his thigh, creating friction on your core. Breaking the kiss, you moan out. Aegon lifts you off so he can shimmy out of his pants and underwear. You pull down your panties and fling them across the room.

Now that the two of you are finally naked — in Aegon's opinion — you crawl on his lap and reach for his penis. You squeeze him, swiping your thumb over his tip. Aegon moans loudly.

"Please", he whimpers.

"Please what?" You raise an eyebrow and pump him slowly

Aegon lifts his hips into your hand, "please- I- I- I can't! I have to feel you."

Taking pity, you let go of his cock and throw one leg over him, straddling him. You line up his dick and slowly lower yourself.

As you sink down on Aegon's cock, one hand gripping your hip and his other on a tit, with his head thrown back into the pillow in ecstasy, you don't notice a text flashing by on your phone screen.

[BOSSMAN] Enjoy your toy while it lasts

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[hideawayfairy]

Fizzmodeus Prompts

Hey everyone. Here are a list of prompts/summaries that I can envision for Fizzmodeus that anyone is free to use! Be it for fanfic, art, edits, etc. You are free to take these prompts and change them however you see fit. Anyway, here they are:

-Fizz is sold off to become Mammon's concubine due to how popular he is. However, he starts winning the heart of Asmodeus, who (after the two grow closer) wants Fizz to become his bride. OPTIONAL: Fizz still loses his limbs. You could even have that it's due to his loss of limbs that he's been relegated to concubine status.

-Ozzie gifts Fizz stuffed/toy frogs. That's it. That's the prompt.

-"Are you sure? I'm pretty high maintenance." A line said by Fizz that could be used for a Long Distance Relationship AU in which Fizz and Ozzie meet online and talk to each other online before formally seeing each other (Fizz uses his tail to type; or if you wanna make this a Human AU, it could be text to speech/any other method you can think of). On the surface this line can be taken as Fizz being a diva (which he still is). Under the surface, however, he's worried about a future partner being brought down into being his caregiver cuz he knows he has a lot of needs.

-Blitzo asks Fizz what he does with his bird partner's feathers cuz Blitzo keeps coughing up leftover feathers from Stolas. Fizz answers that he likes to collect Ozzie's fallen feathers and make them into a pillow.

-Mad Scientist AU in which Asmodeus is a mad scientist and Fizz is the MC of Ozzie's Show Stopping Springer Galore! (or Ozzie's for short.) Asmodeus comes from a noble family and it's those family funds that help operate many of his experiments (he's even experimented on himself; OPTIONAL: you could make it so that's how he has 3 heads in this AU). Ozzie likes to have a show put on for his many inventions and experiments. He probably allows for others to show off their own inventions too.

-You've heard of Fizz feeling vulnerable/safe enough to show Ozzie his scars and broken horns. Now get ready for Ozzie feeling vulnerable/safe enough to show Fizz a more monstrous form of his. (No this is not me wanting more monstrous Ozzie with Fizz. What gave you that idea..../hides)

-Potential follow-up to that last one: monstrous Ozzie going on a rampage, only to be soothed by Fizz.

Honorable mentions go to the Tango de Roxanne drama theme I wrote about (with this as a potential add-on) and the Complicated Sinking Ship BlitzFizz idea I shared too.

Feel free to add on if you'd like. Or if you want me to keep coming up with more prompts, that's fine too. Either way, I hope you like these ideas!

#helluva boss #fizzarolli #helluva asmodeus #ozzie #fizzmodeus #fizzarozzie #helluva mammon #blitzo #implied stolitz #fizzmodeus prompts

[devilart2199-aibi]

Does your Ethos walking slouched have anything to do with "outside influences"? While I agree that he does have that vibe I always wonder how much artist let themselves be influenced by Kakashi and/or fanon interpretations that shape the collective depiction of the character (for example the maple leaf instead of the uzushiogakure swirl)

I guess my question is how much is your Etho Kakashi? Lol

Ohh! This is a great question! Hmm 🤔

For the walking though! I really should have said 'a relaxed posture' rather than 'slouched' since he isn't really slouched in the animation. Just hands in the pockets sometimes, comfortably walking.

Etho has a comfortable feel about him, both the vibe he gives off and being comfortable with himself. Not a loud, eyes on me, personality. He likes to observe, listen and add on to a conversation. Where say, Bdubs, would lead a conversation, want to be complimented and have eyes on him. He would walk with an air of confidence, trying to be larger than he is and have a pep in his step. Or Tango, who has traits of both, but leaning more towards Bdubs, has a handful of sass and is happy to show you a thing or two, but when walking, might walk with a hand in his pocket like Etho or even arms crossed with a slight sway of his head to his step.

Of course, if they were taking care of tasks they would probably walk differently, more focused and wanting to get things done efficiently. This fits more as how they'd walk with each other / around others.

As for how i see my Etho!

Personality wise I wanna say he's 100% Etho. And visually... well he does have a Kakashi skin so it's a bit hard to go too outside the box. I want him to be recognizable. Keep the shape and where colors go, just change the clothes to try and form an 'Etho' within the Kakashi skin.

My one thing that's clearly unfaithful to the Kakashi skin is the fur lined hoodie my Etho design wears. I believe I saw that was a thing in community arts and added it. It's cool and gives a nice shape to the design, but I can't imagine Etho irl actually wearing one that big, maybe a fur insulated vest or coat, but nothing that huge hahaha.

My art has definitely changed over time, but here is the changing of my Etho design as well. He certainly had a more Kakashi flavor to him at first. (The glasses were for a request, but I included it for the shape of the hair)

At one point I even tried to change him further from the Kakashi fit by removing the vest and switching it to a bomber jacket with the colors in the same spots.

Design wise it's kind of a big catch 22. By moving Etho away from the Kakashi look you are also moving him away from his actual design and thus his look he chose. You can't exactly make assumptions on the pixels and form your own design because an actual design exists since the skin is based on something. It's interesting.

All in all, I like to think my Etho is him and not Kakashi, though it is a bit unavoidable because of the skin. Thank you for the fun question!! 😊

#aibi asks #aibi chats #all of the character points i made to explain the guys i meant in a good way by the way #and were few of many that make a person and how they carry themselves #it also depends on who you are with and how you act around them and how you act by yourself #add on after posting bc i just thought of one thing i would change if i could about Etho's design and that is the headband!! #i wanna draw his eyebrows!!! OTL it would add so much to making his expressions! its always sad to erase them 😔

[bloodykora]

Ik you're probably sick of the ABA playlist suggestions, but if you're not here's a few;

Stockholm Syndrome - Charming Disaster

A Hex - Go Hang Music

Love! Or The Beast That Looks Like it - Honorary Astronaut

Mi Capitán - Kiltro

Fight for Me - AlicebanD

I'm a little obsessed with them

Also tried to go for songs with low listen-counts so hopefully they're new suggestions.

Hii! Apologies for the later reply, I've been taking care of my sick partner but thank you for the recommendations. And I'm nowhere near sick of song suggestions, I love finding new music so thank you for letting me expand.

Stockholm Syndrome had such straight to the point lyrics which most of the time I'm not a fan of in song writing but it very much reminded me of Stalkers Tango by Autoheart or Masochism Tango by Tom Lehrer. Cause right at the beginning it does talk about hostage situation but the lyrics. "How can you take whats been given? There is no one who's been stolen." Very much Para being like "yeah you did take me however, I'm cool with it. I don't wanna leave." (And like a little kick of Guns + Ammunition by July Talk but idk why)

You really said "I'm gonna give this hoe a run for her money" I cannot find any lyrics for A Hex so I had to listen very carefully to it. This song is reminiscent of ABA's trailer to me. "A consuming flame of jealousy" I can very much see it as her inner mantra, wanting to be positive and healthy yet "feelings of inability clash inside of me" aka still having those pesky envious and rageful thoughts. "Violent and hateful, I'm jealous and spiteful. A feign of cruelty runs through my core."

When I read this title, I missed old PATD so fast. However, unlike PATD the title actually correlates to the song. This is Testament in the embodiment of song form in ABA's character arcade. Couples therapy song.

Okay Gomez Addams. If I had a character playlist for him, this would definitely go on it. Which leads me to now realize. Honestly, when/if Para does become human. ABA and him would be a very much toned Morticia and Gomez couple. This is a Para song to me. Because ABA is very much the leader in the relationship (cause he's a key) and the song very much encapsulates the singer as the follower. Doing as his lover wishes, and even the scars or other hearts don't matter. "My heart, my liege, my second birth." Ties into how Para speaks about how before he met ABA he was very blood hungry and manipulate and as we see. He seems very different from that, he changed since being with ABA.

If this was on my playlist. I would definitely put it near the top. Before the couple went through their changes as people and as partners. Because it's very unhealthy. "Make you fight for me and pray I pay the bills. Make you die for me and watch your body spill." In all honesty though, this is absolutely how their partnership started when ABA found Para.

Anon, Saber. You very much have a taste of music that I kinda avoid. Not cause I think its bad or anything, I just don't normally click with it. I kinda call it banjo music, where its whimsical yet serious toned. And it was kinda fun to think of ABA that way.

#guilty gear strive #aba guilty gear #guilty gear #aba guilty gear strive

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Blood & Snow

Pt. IV

Directory: {Pt. I} {Pt. II} {Pt. III} {Pt. V} {Pt. VI} {Pt. VII} {AO3}

Day four for @hermithorrorweek! This is the longest chapter in this fic and completely got away from me lmao. I hope you all enjoy it. TWs for this chapter include: violence, gore, possession, non-consensual body modification*, temporary character death?

IV. TAKEN OVER

“So what you’re saying,” Cub says, “is that the dungeon… ate Tango?”

The seven of them are sitting in a makeshift circle of chairs in the waiting room. Well—most of them. Scar’s in his wheelchair, rolling back and forth in that way he only does when he’s particularly anxious, and Gem is hopping around the outside of the circle, too full of energy to sit still. Bdubs is a shade paler than usual, fingers buried deep in the moss of his cloak, his chair pushed as close to Scar as he can manage. Pearl is sitting on his other side, a frown on her face as she glances around the circle. Then there’s Cub, and beside him, Etho and Hypno, both of them evidently as concerned by this development as he is.

“Or—something,” Bdubs says, uncomfortable but not quite grumbling. “It’s like—everything’s covered in his soul.”

“His soul,” Etho echoes, sceptically.

“His soul, his consciousness, his self, whatever you wanna call it! But it’s everywhere.” 

“I dunno, Bdubs, that sounds pretty…”

“Ridiculous?” Bdubs snaps. “If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn’t believe it! But it’s real.”

“And the dungeon has flesh now,” Scar adds. “And it breathes. It’s really freaky! And I can’t find Tango anywhere.”

“I found him,” Bdubs says. “It was dark. He said he was in ‘the one place you can’t reach.’ Any ideas what that means?”

There’s a long, drawn-out pause.

“I mean…” says Cub. “There’s really only one place, isn’t there?”

“Where?” Scar asks.

“The Burning Dark.”

There’s another long, long pause.

“You mean level four,” Hypno clarifies.

“Well, it is the one place we can’t get to,” Cub points out. 

“You want someone to get down to level four. To find Tango. Without dying. When it’s not even open?” Etho says, staring at him.

Cub shrugs. “Anyone have any better ideas?”

They don’t.

“Tango’s going to kill me,” Etho wails.

“Wait, who said anything about you being the one to do it?” Hypno says. 

“Well—I mean, I thought…” Etho trails off awkwardly, shrugging. “Since I’m the best player, and all…”

“I wouldn’t say that,” Hypno says with a huff. “I mean, me and Cub are pretty good at this, too!”

“Well, I mean, if you two want to do it, be my guest. Are your decks big enough?”

“And what’s that supposed to mean?”

“We could all do it,” Cub suggests.

They turn to stare at him. “What?”

“Well… it’s not like it’s a proper run, anyway. We’re not trying to get an artefact—we’re trying to get Tango. If we combine our decks, go in together… We might have a better chance of at least one of us making it.”

The two of them consider it. “It could work,” Hypno admits. “Wouldn’t it cause a lot of clank, though?” 

“Well, then we sacrifice Etho to the Vex and keep on running.”

“Hey!”

“Sure. We can go in together. Why not?”

“Great. Etho? You in, man?”

Etho sighs. “Fine.”

“So that’s the plan?” Pearl says. “We send in the three best players and hope you guys can get him out?”

“Is there something wrong with that?” 

“No, no, it’s fine, I just feel like there’s something more we should be able to do.” She points at herself, Scar, and Bdubs, then waves a vague hand in Gem’s direction. “Right? I don’t wanna be sitting around twiddling my thumbs while you guys are down there.”

“I could try dreaming again?” Bdubs suggests. “Like—I could be down there all invisible helping you guys out.”

“And I’ll be your man in the van!” Scar declares.

“Our… what?” Hypno blinks.

“You know, your man in the van! Like Grian in Phasmo!”

“He means he’s gonna sit out here and not do anything,” Gem cuts in.

“Hey! I’m going to offer my best commentary.”

Etho pulls a face. “Can we pass on that?”

“Okay, so, what about me?” Pearl asks. “What should I do?”

“I know what you can do,” Gem says. 

Pearl turns to look at her. “You do?”

“Sure.”

Cub glances up at Gem, and instantly his senses tell him that something is wrong. He can’t quite put his finger on it—is it that she’s suddenly stiller than usual? The way her fingers twitch towards the sword sheathed at her hip? The stony look in her eye, the smile stretching eerily across her mouth?

Before he can figure it out, Gem answers the question with, “You can stop me.”

Her sword is out before anyone can say anything to that, coming down on Bdubs’ shoulder and splitting him in two. Bdubs respawns in the bed across the room with a cry, his body dissolving into golden and green light that soaks into Gem’s skin as she laughs and wipes the blood from her skirt. Cub is on his feet in a matter of seconds, pulling his own weapon and shield, as the rest of their little circle scatters apart and away from her. 

“Gem?” Pearl cries, drawing her axe, taking several careful steps back. “What are you doing?”

“Sorry, Pearl.” Gem’s smiling, but there’s a note of genuinity in her voice, a slight shake around the edges. “I can’t just let you break the rules!”

“Who died and made you hall monitor?” Scar mutters as he wheels as far back from Gem as he can get.

“Tango,” Gem says, her breath misting in the air like it’s several degrees colder than the waiting room actually is. “He told me I need to stop you by any means necessary.” She takes a step forward, swinging her sword and letting the tip of it drag across the ground. “And as much as I want to save him, well… Any means necessary it is. Unless... you stop me.” She steps just into Pearl’s personal space. Cub watches as frost begins to creep over the tip of Pearl’s nose.

“The dungeon ate you too,” he realises.

Gem grins with too-sharp teeth and swings her sword upwards.

“Run!” Pearl cries, parrying it with the blade of her axe. “Go, go!”

“You heard her!” Etho says, and then he and Hypno are running, leaving Cub watching the fight unfolding.

“Cub, what are you doing?” Hypno cries. “Come on!”

Cub should run, is the thing, should join them in their trip down. He knows it, right down to the itch in his skin that begs him to move. But that’s the problem—there’s an itch that makes him want to move. A foreign presence too familiar to not recognise, blue veins stretching across his skin, the voice different but the motive all the same.

Go with them, begs the skulk, begs the dungeon, and Cub looks at the ferocity with which Gem fights and feels an inkling of fear in the back of his brain.

The dungeon ate Tango. It’s eating Gem.

…What happens when it eats me, too?

“Cub! We’re gonna go without you!” Etho cries, and the skulk screams, and Cub flinches away from the fight and towards his friends.

“Sorry! Coming!” he cries, and races towards the drop-down into the hall below.

“Dude, for a moment, we thought you weren’t gonna come,” Hypno says. “Thought you were gonna leave us out to dry.”

“Nah, man,” Cub says, shoving his blue-coated hands in his pockets, trying not to squirm. “I’m with you, I’m with you.”

“Right. Everyone get their decks and meet back here,” Hypno says. “Who’s paying?”

There’s a long pause.

“Well, you know, I got the least shards…” Etho says, shuffling.

“You also have the best win rate.”

“I wouldn’t say that…”

“I’ll pay,” Cub says. “I’m sure Tango will reimburse me, anyway.”

The two of them glance at him. “Oh, okay. Thanks, Cub.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Cub smiles at them. “I just wanna get down there as fast as possible. Speedrun, come on. Let’s get our decks.”

----

It’s weird, going in with three people: first they sort through their cards, try to figure out the best way to build their individual deck into one larger one, bicker about getting the correct cards back at the end of the day. Then they have to decide—well, it isn’t a real run, so is it worth taking their armour in? What about food? Would taking a sword to a ravager be a smart move, or a particularly stupid one?

Some part of Cub—a part that he’s not too keen on inspecting—recoils at the idea of cheating to such an extent, and he tells the others so. They agree—a little reluctantly, maybe, but he thinks they all feel uneasy at the idea of angering the dungeon, when it’s already in Gem trying to tear Pearl apart upstairs, and it’s already got Tango trapped somewhere deep within its depths. So: no armour, no food, no weapons. Just the three of them, and their frankenstein deck, and all the wits they have about them.

Man, Cub just hopes they aren’t making a mistake.

“Shotgun!” Hypno calls as he hops in the minecart. Cub hops onto the back of the minecart, arms around Hypno’s shoulders and feet firmly planted on the transom at the minecart’s rear. 

“Sorry, Etho,” he says with a faux-sheepish, not at all apologetic smile at the third member of their party. “Guess you’ll have to walk.”

“Oh, no, I can fit,” Etho says, and promptly throws himself into Hypno’s lap.

Hypno yelps. “Dude!”

“What?” Etho bats his eyes innocently, but Cub will bet anything that there’s a smirk beneath that mask of his. “Are we ready to go?”

“I guess,” Hypno grumbles, wincing as Etho repositions himself in the cart.

“Press the button, let’s go,” Cub says.

“Pressing the button!” Etho says, reaching up to hit it and then ducking his head to avoid hitting it on the low ceiling of the tunnel.

The minecart ride takes an age, and yet takes no time at all: the air turns frigid around them as they descend down into the depths, and Cub gets a sense of what Scar had been talking about, the feeling of being surrounded by something alive. He tightens his grip on Hypno’s shoulders, sucks in a steadying breath—

And then falls in a heap on top of the other two as they’re all forcibly ejected from the minecart into the same space.

“Oww…”

“Ugh.”

“Welp.” Cub stands and shoves his hands in his pocket. “Better not do that again.”

“Trust me, I’m not planning on it,” Hypno grouses. “Who wants the map?”

“You can take it man, I don’t mind,” Cub says. “Just keep us updated on the card count.”

“Got it.” Hypno picks up the map, leaving the compass floating behind in the entryway as he heads towards the door. “Okay, what’s the game plan?”

“Split up and look for a key?” Etho suggests. 

“Won’t that just build up clank?” Hypno shoots back.

“EVASION,” bellows the dungeon.

“...Well, that answers that question,” Cub says, following the two of them down into the ice tunnels. “Anyone know where the ravagers are?”

“Not a clue,” Hypno says.

“Hopefully Tango will be nice to us,” Etho says. “Right, guys?”

“...Well, we can certainly hope,” Cub says, shoving his hands in his pockets.

His fingers close on the cold heavy compass shell that he did not put in there.

“Alright,” Hypno says as they make it to the circle. “Who’s going where?”

“I’ll go up the right tunnel!” Etho volunteers immediately.

“I’ll take the left,” Cub offers.

“And I’ll take the crypt, then,” Hypno says. “Okay. Use your comms—message if you have a key and we’ll meet at the kneeling man.”

“Gotcha,” Cub says, and with that they’re off. 

There’s nothing by the TNT pond, and only a few coins in the treasure spot on the leftmost tunnel. He snags some berries and hops across the dripstone, pausing in the opening of the tunnel as he hears the distinctive huff of a ravager. He presses himself to the wall, and feels the wall shudder behind him, not quite solid. He freezes and, slowly, reaches back to press his hand into it. 

The skulk that’s eaten into his fingers shivers, and like recognises like, and the cold surface of ice and stone feels almost warm.

Like frostbite, Cub thinks, almost absently. He feels warm, but he’s cold. His breath mists in the chill air.

Without thinking, he steps out into the path of a ravager. 

He blinks at the ravager. It blinks back at him. He can see his silhouette reflected in its eyes. 

“Hey, man,” Cub greets. “Are we gonna be cool about this? Great, thanks man. Knew I could count on you.” 

He can feel the dungeon’s gaze on him as he stares the ravager in the eye. His fingers are black and blue. The cold feels almost cosy. He tightens his fingers around the compass. 

“We’re cool,” he says again, and he’s not talking to the ravager this time. “I’ll get it, don’t you worry.” 

The ravager, slowly, turns and begins to walk away. 

<Hypnotizd> got a key

Cub turns and walks the other way, leaving black and blue footprints in his wake.

-----

Down on level two, there’s more ground to cover. Etho heads towards Rusty’s room. Hypno takes the lava pathway. Cub makes a beeline through mushrooms to the dripleaf parkour.

He finds a key in the amethyst, floating in the water right beneath a ravager’s feet. It watches him docilely as he ducks in and picks it up, leaving with a casual wave. 

The parkour is easy. The lake, even easier. Willie throws a trident, but it feels more like a greeting, an inside joke, than it does a threat. The throw goes wide, anyway. Cub drags himself to shore, shakes off the water like a wet dog, and approaches the barrel.

He sucks in a breath. Tightens his fingers on the compass. Pulls out his communicator with his other hand.

<cubfan135> sorry guys

<cubfan135> gotta do it

<cubfan135> you know how it is

<Hypnotizd> ???

<Etho> cub what are you doing

<Hypnotizd> what

<cubfan135> good luck making it to lvl3

He tucks the device away and opens the barrel, placing the key into the slot. There’s a familiar chime, and then the door opens with the hiss of pistons firing. Cub takes a steadying breath as he steps through the doorway, and finally pulls the compass from his pocket.

His hand is fully covered in skulk, the veins rotting their way into his flesh, inseparable from his skin without carving them out. It’s not an unfamiliar feeling. More skulk-spots dot the surface of the compass, but he can still see the needle through them. Can still see the inscription, telling him to go deeper into the dungeon.

And so Cub goes.

He doesn’t bother crouching. Level three goes so much quicker when you don’t have to worry about being quiet, when you know that even if the wardens do hear you, they won’t care. The skulk sloughs from his legs, leaving sticky trails of fungal soul rot behind him. He can feel it creeping up his spine, weaving into the cracks between the bones. The dungeon is dark, and he can’t tell if it’s because he’s got rot in his eyes, or because he’s close enough to a warden for the blindness to take effect. He supposes it doesn’t really matter. He knows where he’s going anyway, the skulk veins in his nervous system controlling his legs so that he doesn’t have to.

Hm. It must be in his brain already. If it wasn’t, he’d probably be a lot more panicked about being puppeted like this.

When did it get so bad? He feels like he should have noticed it getting quite this bad sometime before this run. It had started when he’d begun running deadlies, of course, when he’d first touched the skulk and had veins wrap themselves around the tips of his fingers, like recognises like. The rot knows that he’s been a home for it before—knew he would be a home for it again. And Cub had taken that little vein, that infection, back up to the surface, and he’d told it no. Had told it, just for Halloween. Just a costume. He wouldn’t do what he did last time, and overtake the server with mould and decay. He’s not about that, anymore.

And yet, here he is, covered in the stuff, rot in his bones and blood and brain. How had he not noticed? How had nobody noticed?

(He thinks of Gem, perched in the walls, skin turning grey and eyes turning sharp. He thinks of Tango, trapped by his own dungeon, deep within the depths of a cave he’d sacrificed months of his life to. He thinks of run after run, of heart-pounding, adrenaline-rushing fun, of shard-cravings and withdrawal-fever, and he thinks that maybe, maybe he understands.)

(Nobody had wanted to notice, because noticing would have meant having to stop.)

(And nobody wants to stop playing Decked Out.)

Cub comes to a halt as the compass’ needle begins to spin wildly. He takes a few steps back and forth, feeling for the minecart beneath his feet, and drops the compass into the hopper.

A dispenser spits... something back into his hands.

CF135, says the label on the something, but this is not the artefact Cub’s familiar with, not the model rocketship with his name carved into the side. This could barely be called an artefact at all, a bloody and writhing handful of intestine, frozen half-rotted flesh beneath his fingers. He gags, nearly dropping the guts, blood spattering against the skulk that coats his legs and being absorbed into the rot. The guts themselves have spots of skulk-vein spattered across them, barely visible through the red, pulsing blood that drips from them, and they twitch despite clearly being dead, dead, dead.

“What is this?” he cries out to the dungeon. “Why have you given me this?”

Something tugs on his leg. Gently, barely there, and then—

Cub lets out a scream as he’s pulled down through the floor, pain flooding his body as his pelvis hits the hard stone floor. The skulk surges, crawling up his body, consuming all in his wake, tugging him down, down, down. The intestines wrap themselves around his neck, squeezing just tight enough that his limited vision darkens even further, that he panics, before loosening ever so slightly to allow him to gasp. 

Cub wails.

“Hey, no, stop it, I don’t—Tango! Tango, hey, man, please, stop it—!”

The dungeon quivers around him. The skulk slows in its consumption, leaving Cub half-eaten and shaking on the dungeon floor. His chest shudders as he sucks in one breath, and then another.

“That’s it, man,” he manages to choke out through the tears. “We can talk about this, can’t we? I promise—I won’t even try and get you out, if you don’t want me to. I’ll stop the others. Just—don’t do this. Okay?”

Everything is still for a moment. Silent. 

Cub feels a vein of skulk drag itself slowly, comfortingly, across his cheek, leaving a bloom of decay in its wake.

“Cubby,” the dungeon sighs, voice as unfamiliar as the word is familiar, and Cub lets out a sigh of relief.

“Tango! Hey, man. Good to see you, good to see you.” He may be a little delirious, actually, he thinks as he babbles. “Hey, so, you can let me go, yeah? I’ll get out of your hair—or into it if you’d prefer—whatever, man, I’ll do whatever, as long as you let me go. So—we’re good? Yeah?”

The intestines tighten, not enough to choke, but enough to hold. A hug, an embrace, in the only way a dungeon made of rotting flesh knows how. Cub melts into it. He’s in so much pain, is the thing. He’s in so much pain, and he’s so, so cold.

Something yanks on his leg, and a shrieker howls, and the skulk devours, and Cub manages one last cry before he’s pulled down into the dark.

#hermitcraft #fanfiction #hermithorrorweek2023 #magpie feather quill #i am SO tired oh my god #i managed to finish ch 5 today though! #so tomorrow's chapter is good to go (though may also be up late i have plans tomorrow evening as well) #and then saturday i gotta try and finish this thing #wish me luck #and i hope you enjoy this one in the meantime