#hes real big and green. i guess green is a nice color?

[slocumjoe]

some things I love about the companions 💞

Ada; is best girl. She's a cool ass robot who gives me glue and doesn't judge me. No, this is not my "transformers prime permanently rewired my brain" bias for robots. At risk of sounding like a 12 year old boy, Assaultatrons are just badass designs. And she's blue!

Cait; is a lot funnier than anyone gives her credit for. Also, weirdly educated? For example, she wonders if Raiders like tunnels as a "Freudian" thing. Few people she'd have met would known about Freud, so she'd have to have gone and read about it herself. Also also, is on Danse's level of romantic sweet talk. Girl makes me swoon.

Codsworth; somehow hates the wasteland more than X6. His wording and tone is very optimistic but you can tell that, underneath his chipper facade, Codsworth is so fucking grossed out by everything he sees. Also, the only two companions he doesn't trust to keep you safe, are Piper and MacCready. Make of that what you will.

Curie; X6-88 (like, 10 years old) calls her unqualified and she (200ish) basically tells him to get the fuck back in the play pen

Danse; Sending his eyebrows to space by showing the smallest amount of care and affection. I'm pretty sure this man would die if someone asked if he was okay.

Deacon; talks a big game about being a liar, and being very good about it, but if you don't read that 'recall code' ASAP, he bugs you about it constantly because he hates lying to you. It's not even that you're being naive, he genuinely hates that he's being trusted when you were supposed to question him.

Dogmeat; my favorite thing about Dogmeat is that I'll spend an hour scrapping all dog houses in Sanctuary, make him a little area in my backyard with a house, food bowl, toys, a rug, and classical music, and he thanks me by getting up on my countertops to sleep, using my antique pie collection as bedding.

Gage; Wears a fake eyepatch and throws hissy fits when my army of sexy chads curbstomps his furries, Nepo babies, and Joker stans. This is entirely wishful thinking and I get why this didn't happen, but I would have liked an option to convince him "Hey, I'm coming back with my army to wipe out all these raiders, but I'll give you a chance to join me or leave since you also seem to hate these chuckleheads." I appreciate his shady convict uncle vibes. I would let him teach Shaun how to cheat at cards.

Hancock; takes mentats to feel "intellectual" when he has the second highest INT of all the companions. Also, his puppy dog eyes. "IM FERAL NOW" as he gets his ass kicked by a legendary god roach

MacCready; dork man. he has more cliche stock line jokes than Deacon. I unironically vibe with his taste in trailers, fucking LOVE leopard print (fake bc we don't fuck with wasteful animal hunting like that). He's a very cozy companion to travel with, for lack of a better description. Like if a thermos of soup was a human.

Nick; Nick is what I imagine Mac would be like as he got older—just a laid-back weirdo who wants whats best for you and will insult you so you understand that. I love his tacky ass agency sign. I wish you could put him in other clothes, because I need him in a bathrobe wielding a cane against my enemies. Just really succumb to the grumpy uncle vibes.

Old Longfellow; reminds me strongly of my old neighbor, an elderly southern gentleman who was a sniper in the military, had a chunky rottie named Baby, and once watched me play Fallout and gave his opinions on the design of the weapons in game. That man is now in Thailand with his girlfriend. I've never traveled with Longfellow but I'm pretty sure its a 1 to 1.

Preston; if you don't take Preston to Quincy, I don't blame you, because oh man, does he not have a great time there! Preston sounds five seconds away from snapping his gun over his knee and going for strangulation in Quincy. King shit.

Piper; I was pretty harsh to Piper but I love her gaslight gatekeep girlboss approach to her life. She's like an adult Junie B Jones. Piper has never had her shit together and is self-medicating with sugar harder than Hancock and Cait do with drugs. She's a cringefail woman. If Bethesda was brave they would have gone with her pixie cut concept.

X6-88; a blank canvas for me to go wild on with the fanon. But I love how he's just an asshole 10 year old murderbot that's scared of heights, thinks Power Armor is so cool he privately fangirls over Danse, is scared of children, and gushes over how awesome the Survivor is to his courser buddies. What a babe.

#fallout 4 #fo4 #fallout 4 companions #paladin danse #preston garvey #piper wright #robert joseph maccready #nick valentine #john hancock #i have literally nothing to like abt strong sorry #hes real big and green. i guess green is a nice color? #oh wait. Mack Ree Dee. there. good Strong thing

[honeybeewhereartthee]

Roses for you.

Aira Shiratori | Medium Pink + Light Pink Roses + ???

MC: happy white day/valentine! I give you this flower!

Aira: WAHHH! THANK YOU!!

MC: look at the bouquet more~

Aira then proceed to lool and saw Hiyori merchandise!?

Aira: OMG? ⁄(⁄ ⁄•⁄-⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄ THANK YOU! HOW L-O-V-E-L-Y! LOVE YOU MC!

Tatsumi Kazehaya | Green + Note

MC: since i am very nice today! I will give you this!

Tatsumi: oh my. Your only going to be nice today? Why do you seems to say--

MC: blah, blah. Excuse me father. I have prepared myself to do this. I am willing to let you drive me to my workplace/school

Tatsumi: (・o・)

Tatsumi: oh my. Then I hope you won't regret it. (✿^‿^)

MC:...

MC: can I change my mind. (• ▽ •;)

Tatsumi: no. (◍•ᴗ•◍)

Hiiro Amagi || white + Cream + Red + Blue

Hiiro: are you ok?

MC:... Holy... I'm seeing double... (＠_＠;) I- I only have enough for one hiiro.

Hiiro: enough for what MC?

MC: sowwy I just experience hell on earth and have not eaten anything yet.

Hiiro: oh! You come here with tatsu-senpai driving you here? (ӦｖӦ｡)

MC:...

MC: how did you know..

Hiiro: because that's the only thing I can describe that could happen to you unless ya live in my village!

MC:...

MC: I wanna ask about such topic you just speak about but I don't want to learn for my mental state. Here you go.

MC give the roses to Hiiro.

Hiiro: I see! I guess story time is for next time! Ahaha. Thank you!

HiMERU || Green + Purple + burgundy + Blue

MC: Green because 1.) tatsumi hair color--

you get glared at by HiMERU

MC: also because it's mean good news and new Beginning!

MC: purple because of Tatsumi eyes

HiMERU: HiMERU want to block you from appearing in front of my sight with your stupid jokes.

MC, ignored his words: also because your passionate being among us character and your infatuation ya have with the world "tatsumi Kazehaya" "tatsumi Kazehaya" like ya doing asmr by Tatsumi name. I would buy ya CD if ya do make one.

HiMERU have walk away fr hearing you speak of another tatsumi from your mouth.

MC, run to catch up to him : burgundy! Because your a devoted big brother! Your so nice even if blue! Your full of mystery! I hope I will know your real name one day n merumeru! ♡(> ਊ <)♡

HiMERU:...

Lean in to your ears, to whisper such seggsy words.

HiMERU:.... Maybe one day. (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧ I will tell you.

Then he left you speechless.

MC:..

MC: shit I think I just have a nosebleed.

Rinne Amagi || Green (?) + Red (?) + Blue(?)

You been corned by Rinne Amagi.

MC:...

Rinne:...

MC: what?

Rinne: where's my roses?? (*´ω｀*) Come give me the roses!

MC: hell no.

Rinne: (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.) your not getting anywhere without giving me my roses.

MC, backs away:... Why are you being sussy--

Rinne, takes a step closer each step back ya made.

MC: ...

MC, runs away: NO ROSES FOR YOU!

Rinne, follows with his long legs: LIES!

MC and rinne chase on another before

Rinne: give me my roses?!

MC: FINE! HERE YOU GO ヾ(`ヘ´)ﾉﾞ

MC quickly leaves before giving a head pat to Rinne: thank you for being an idol! Bye bye!

Rinne: (//▽//)

Rinne look at the roses and discovered they are all money, it's a bouquet of money. Except one red rose.

Rinne: geez... (￣ε￣＠) you could say ya love me. Hmmp.

Niki Shiina || Salmon (?) Orange (?) peach (?) Cream (?)

MC: ehehe! Niki, happy Valentines/white day!

Gives Niki the bouquet carefully.

Niki: wOahh... IS THAT SALMON IN ROSE PLATING, WITH ORANGE CREAMY CHEESE CAKE WITH PEACH? ◉‿◉ʘ‿ʘ(✷‿✷)

MC:...

MC: damn... Your nose is too OP.

Niki: eheh! Thank you very much, don't worry! I'll make you some too!

MC:... Ya know what salmon mean...?

Niki:hmm? You mean fish?

MC:... Nothing.

Kohaku Oukawa || variety of colors and flavor of Candy roses.

MC: happy Valentines, I present to you, candy roses.

Kohaku: (￢_￢)

MC:... (◕દ◕)?

Kohaku:... (￢ ￢)

MC: bruh, speak up!

Kohaku: I want japanese sweets. (´ε｀ )

MC: geez. Let's go in a date then.

Kohaku: gasp.

Kohaku: fine. (//▽//)

Madara Mikejima

MC: I don't know what to give you.

Madara: let mama take care of you then?

MC: ehh... Oh! I give you this chocolate or not chocolate gun!

Madara:... Why am I the only one getting the none rose?

MC: because your the rose of My life

When you come it's like spring to me.

Madara:...

Madara: my child is too smooth! ♡(> ਊ <)♡

MC: I have very talented mama after all. ෆ�� .̮ ╹ෆ

Mayoi Ayase || a whole truck of Red + Purple + salmon + burgundy

MC: happy Valentines/white day!

Rains the roses to Mayoi.

Mayoi; M-MC...?! (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)

MC: I love you! I desire you! I very passionate about you! I might get cancelled if I explained more in public!

Mayoi: i--...

MC: (´ε｀ )

Mayoi: (っ˘з(˘⌣˘ ) ♡

MC have dies but with a smile.

Mayoi: MC?!

Eichi Tenshouin || very dark purple, it's not black!!!

MC: happy Valentines (ㆁωㆁ)

Eichi:.... I'm not dead yet, why are you giving me black roses. (・∀・)

MC: no it's purple. It's just too dark. (´ε｀ )

Eichi: yes, thats what's classified as black roses. ( ╹▽╹ )

MC: it aren't!

Eichi: if it's Purple did it mean your passionate and have infatuation toward me?

MC: I mean your beautiful. Like an angel. That literally fall from heaven. Which is Lucifer. But your still nice..

I think..

Eichi: oh my... You could not say nice words without adding such fine insult?

MC:... Your pretty. And I hope you still passionate and infatuation toward being alive if that's even a word.

Eichi:...

Eichi: thank you mc. (っ˘з(°o° )

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Kaname Toujou || ???

MC puts roses on the vise.

MC: happy Valentines/white day, I hope you'll wake up soon... Kaname.

#ensemble stars #ensemble stars x reader #enstar x reader #enstar #kohaku oukawa x reader #aira shiratori x reader #mayoi ayase x reader #Madara Mikejima x reader #Hiiro Amagi x reader #HiMERU x reader #tatsumi Kazehaya x reader #niki Shiina x reader #rinne Amagi x reader #eichi Tenshouin x reader #kaname Toujou x reader

[cloudyswritings]

Hollow knight bugs and real world species: P2

Hornet: So we know that Hornet is the daughter of the pale king and Herrah, making her some sort of biological monstrosity. But what bug is she based on? My best bet would be a horned orb weaver, specifically either a long-horned orb-weaver or Gasteracantha versicolor based on coloration and her horns.

Zote: So the in game/logical answer is that zote is whatever type of generic beetle that team cherry concocted from stag, Hercules, and rhinoceros beetles. However I think that’s really boring, I personally subscribe to one of the single best crackfics in the fandom Camouflage of Great Renown and think zote is a nosk that left Hallownest and lost his memories before retuning and adopting his persona. It’d even explain how he’s actually really hard to damage(see coliseum) and how he keeps getting places before ghost does.

Midwife: So I’ve seen a lot of people headcanon that she’s a centipede of some sort, and it kinda makes sense? Like centipedes are actually really good at caring for their young and protect them until they’re able to hunt on their own, so I think it’s a plausible and likely theory. That’s said I’d like to present some alternative ideas. Midwife to me, looks a lot more like she has an earwigs body shape, based mostly on the width of her. That said her behavior matches up far better with a trapdoor spider and she lacks antennas. Overall I’d say a trapdoor spider is more likely as an alternative reading of her species.

Lord fool: So here’s the thing with lord fool, there’s a lot of evidence he’s a higher being of some sort. Most of it comes down to the way the fools, while infected, seem less damaged by the radiance and seem to keep a large portion of their mind intact. Plus his position-dead on his throne- seems earily similar to a certain pale wyrm. Interestingly however it seems like his mask is actually just a mask, because we can see the top of his head and it looks to just be soft carapace. He’s also got six limbs so we know he isn’t an arachnid, or crustacean. My best guess would be either a deathwatch beetle(the texture on them looks like a good match) or a more likely a green junebeetle. Him being a junebeetle also matches nicely with how the fools are regarded as invasive, or not belonging in Haloownest. My last theory is that the bug the colosseum is built in may be the Lord fools old shell, aka wyrm.

Bretta: She looks a lot like a hair soft-shelled beetle to me, but her colors are all wrong. Based on that I’d say she’s actually a female scarab of some sort(sorry y’all my beetle knowledge isn’t up to par just yet!!)

The Hunter: So I’m really and truly unconvinced that the hunter is a bug, or crustacean, or arachnid of any kind. Bro visibly has a spine of some sort and the only beings with hands remotely similar to his that we see are THK, The shade lord, and the collector. That said we do still know he has an exoskeleton. I’ll admit I’m kinda stumped, I’d love to hear what y’all think. Verdict: inconclusive.

Baldurs: So I’m pretty convinced that these fellas are a pill millipede of some sort, they have the right number of legs and do curl up for defense. Additionally they spit infection, which I imagine when non infected would be some sort of toxin— something millipedes are well known for.

Mosskin: So this covers the mosskin as a whole, I’ll probably make a post for them specifically eventually. They’re obviously creatures that are in a symbiotic relationship with plants(because Unn). The only ones I feel super comfortable giving a specific species atm are the moss chargers who I feel are a species of velvet worm, mostly due to Unn being a big old slug and them living in a more tropical region. These velvet worms essentially copied the homework of the leaf sheep sea slug—which steals its ability to photosynthesize from the algae it eats.

That’s it for now!!

#hollow knight #Unn #hk hornet #speculative biology #brain fried #ummm #enjoy ig #zote the mighty #a knight of great renown

[satans-helper]

Reaching for Stardust - Part XIV

Read Looking for Space here / Playlists / Read RFS on Wattpad

Word Count: ~3000

Warnings: sexy time ;)

<3

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Indeed Josh was desperate–though thankfully not literally dying–to get home. With the green light from his doctor given that his heart rate improved and the antibiotics were in full swing, I gathered him into my car and we headed back to the apartment where his brothers still were. My tires crunched over salt and leftover snow as we drove into the monochromatic gray of our little world, the heat blasting over both of us but really so high just to keep Josh warm. He looked better–warm color had returned to his face and he actually appeared to be pretty well-rested despite not having slept in his own bed. 

“You’re feeling better?” I asked when we hit a red light. 

“Yes, mama. Certainly better,” Josh told me, then sniffed a little. “Thanks for doing all of this.”

“Anything for you.” I reached over to squeeze his knee. “I’m so glad you’re on the mend. I don’t want to bring you to the hospital ever again. Not for an illness, anyway.”

“I’ll do my best. What about you? I don’t want you to get sick either.”

“So far, so good.” I hit the gas again. “Maybe the universe knows both of us can’t be sick at the same time. But the boys are gonna stay today and tonight to help out and keep us company. They were coming up Thursday anyway. Might as well stick around now, right?”

“That’s good that they spent the night.”

“It helped. As soon as I got home without you, it felt intolerable.”

Josh let out a dry laugh. “I love you.”

I looked at him for a moment before I had to make a turn. “I love you more.”

In my peripheral vision, I could see Josh stare out the window at the snowy streets and say, “Impossible.”

Back home we were greeted by loud, excited jeers of triumph over Josh’s road to recovery as well as a few bags of sick staples–more soup and broth, more Gatorade, a package of those little boxes of fruit juice, some zinc, cough drops and a big box of Rocket Pops, which Josh immediately tore into. He plopped himself down on the couch with the Rocket Pop in his mouth while Jake sat down next to him, Sam paced the living room while monologuing about how disgusting hospitals were and Danny helped me put everything away. 

“You sure you guys wanna crash here again?” I asked him while he shoved the box of popsicles next to our other half-empty box of popsicles. “Don’t get me wrong–I love it. But I bet it feels pretty cramped. You should all be sleeping in beds.”

“We’ve agreed to stay here tonight,” Danny told me, balling up one of the empty plastic bags. “After that we’re gonna go back home.”

“Aw. Sam will miss you.”

“We live like, three blocks away from each other,” Danny replied with a little laugh. “So do you think Josh will be able to go to Thanksgiving?”

“I don’t know. Guess we’ll see.” I lifted a can of chicken noodle soup. “For now, this will have to do.” 

Jake ended up playing nurse more than I did–he spent the entire day doting on his twin, making sure he was taking his meds, feeding him, keeping him hydrated and comfortable. That gave me a chance to catch up on work, though Sam and Danny were distracting in their own right no matter what I did to try and carve out my own space. It was nice though, the coming together of everyone again for a prolonged period of time in a home base, even if that had been instigated by Josh getting sick. What mattered was that he was fully on the mend and we were all spending time together, and I found myself no longer thinking about death but rather thinking about how it might be possible to have this all the time. A commune was always sort of a joke idea, but couldn’t it be real? Why couldn’t we be tied together like one big, happy family? The boys had had that for many years. I was a newer addition. I wanted it to stay like that. I was pretty sure they all did too. Being apart made no sense and I got caught up in this fantasy while I tried to stay tied to my computer screen. Ultimately, no other place in the world felt as good as home did.

Things winded down even further after we all watched a movie. Jake, Danny and Sam took their respective couch and sleeping bag beds in the living room while I got some long-awaited alone time with Josh, who seemed absolutely delighted to be back in our bed. He snuggled back against the pillows in a clean set of pajamas–the fleece set patterned with puppies in Santa hats that I’d bought him two Christmases prior–looking cherubic and adorable and more healthy than he had at the hospital. 

Then he wiggled ferociously, hips shimmying on the mattress with an abundance of suppressed energy that finally could resurface. I smirked, standing in front of our dresser with my own pair of clean pajama pants waiting in my hands, and asked, “What’s up, buttercup?”

“I feel,” Josh began, bringing one hand down to his crotch. He grabbed himself, groping in a very uncharacteristic way that completely captured my attention. “Pent up.”

“Yeah, I bet,” I said, my attention drifting from changing my clothes to getting Josh out of his. “It’s been days since you…got off. Right?”

Josh nodded, palming himself through those silly fleece pants. It was one of those times where his almost innocent-seeming, unfathomably adorable nature butted up against the more robust biological male sex drive; how fascinating it was to see the mingling of those sides as often as I did. 

“Yeah. Days,” he said. “I think I need some help.”

I stepped over to the side of the bed, bending down to pet back the curls that had fallen down past his ears. His hair was growing out just a little bit. I secretly wished he’d let it all grow out completely and return to the wild, messy free set of long, sunkissed curls that I just loved running my fingers through. He looked up at me with the softest eyes, the dark, shiny irises reflecting the dim night table lamp, and I thought back briefly to the bachelorette party. 

“I have an idea,” I told him, already retreating to grab one of the gift bags that was still sitting in the corner of our bedroom. One peek inside allowed me to see that bottle of edible body oil–raspberry-vanilla flavored. Questionable, but certainly worth trying. With that now in my hand, I swiveled to face Josh again: “You should get naked.”

Josh gave me his best puppy dog eyes. “No foreplay?”

I shook the bottle, the wet, gloopy sound making him perk up. “This is all foreplay, baby.” Before I got ahead of myself, I paused. “I should get a towel.” 

I slipped out of the bedroom to the hall to grab one of our least desirable towels from the linen closet, then peered further down the hall to check on the boys–Danny and Sam were chatting, the TV blinking in front of them, and Jake was lounging beneath one of our extra throw blankets, the book in front of his face illuminated by the end table lamp. We were all basking in different lights tonight, I thought as I crept back to the bedroom, but I thought my Starshine was by far the brightest.

But he could also be the loudest. I grabbed the little fan from our closet and set it up on the dresser next to the humidifier for some extra white noise, pointing it away from the bed, and motioned for Josh to move to the side so I could lay the towel down. He got up entirely and stripped down to nothing, and I watched, soaking him up with my eyes. True aging hadn’t exactly hit either of us yet–sure, a few new, at first odd-looking lines had grown into our faces, our tolerance for certain foods had changed, hair grew differently–more slowly, it seemed–metabolism slowed down just a touch. More than anything, I could see that some of his juvenile, boyish looks had developed. But true aging was far off, I felt, and it was even further away for Josh, who continued to embody such youth and vitality despite getting older that it sometimes felt as though getting old would never touch him. 

Again, I thought as I dropped to my knees in front of him while he laid back on the bed, almost like he was immortal. That’s a big part of why him being in the hospital was so scary–because until that moment, Josh had seemed completely, totally untouched and eternal. 

I almost asked if he really felt up for a “full release,” but he was already hard and looking very eager, thighs spread and his erection firmly pressed against his belly. But I did remind him of one thing after I squeezed a bit of the oil into my hands: “You’ll need a shower after this. This stuff feels sort of sticky.”

“That’s okay,” he said, voice still a little hoarse but still an improvement from a few days prior. He laid back, propped up on his elbows, watching while I brought my hands to his calves. When my hands slid up to his thighs, he laid back flat, stretching his arms up over his head. “Nice and slow seems right. I’m beat.”

“I bet you are.” I broke contact to get more oil–it smelled okay, like the artificial raspberry I was used to from candy and a touch of sugary-sweet fake vanilla, but I was still a bit apprehensive about the taste. I worked my hands around his thighs, massaging gently and intentionally ignoring his most sensitive part; his quads were strong, perpetually taut, and his inner thighs were delightfully soft, his skin pliable as I worked my hands over them. I leaned forward to lick–mostly to try the taste, really, which ended up being a primarily bitter, fake fruit flavor. It made me pause for a second, which Josh noticed, looking down curiously. I slid my tongue between my teeth, making a sour face, but the after-taste was actually less unpleasant. 

“How is it?” he asked, still keeping his hands behind his head. I wasn’t sure everyone got to see it in action, but there were plenty of instances in which Josh could exhibit impressive patience.

“Not terrible?” I replied, then finally wrapped my hand around his cock, hot and hard within my palm, and Josh laid his head back down. The oil did serve as a solid lubricant, I could give it all the credit there–the slide was slick and easy but I went slow, massaging his thigh and up to his hip with my other slippery hand. I ran my thumb over the little slant of bone, fingers splayed over his side, then back down and around to squeeze his ass as best I could. It didn’t take much effort until Josh was whimpering–a little too loudly. I squeezed a little harder in warning and said, “Best to be quiet, babe. They’re not asleep out there.” 

“I’m too pent up!” Josh replied in a frenzied yet hushed huff, thrashing his arms. The whole thing made me laugh but I slid my hand back to his inner thigh, massaging again, and he stilled with a silent nod, pressing his lips together tight. So I carried on, petting his leg and up to his side while I stroked him, studying the slight curves of his body and the heat that was radiating from everywhere. Thankfully, however, it wasn’t a fever anymore. It was pure arousal, all those hormones festering for too long in that beautiful form. 

“You’re still the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” I told him with complete intention, my eyes grazing from his tense neck down to the quivering belly. “Even when you have pneumonia.”

“You don’t get to talk if I can’t,” Josh replied, abs tightening while his cock twitched in my hand.

I laughed softly. “Fine, fine.” I brought my face lower while I pushed one of his legs to the side a bit. “Fair’s fair, I guess,” I added before I pressed my mouth to his inner thigh, beginning with a kiss, carrying on with a long lick and ending with a bite. With Josh holding back another whimper that I could see caught in his throat, I decided to go all in, swiping my tongue up his length while I gently squeezed his balls.

It still caught me by surprise how abruptly he came. I pulled back just in time to let Josh’s abdomen catch a bit of the release, the rest caught in my fist while I kept pumping him and, throughout it, he was biting his lip to keep himself as quiet as possible. His fists clenched the sheets until his knuckles were white, every muscle in his body visibly tightening and then contracting. He thrashed a bit to tell me no more, so I released him and wiped my hand on the towel beneath him.

I sat by his side, placing my cleaner hand atop his chest. “You should really breathe, though. For the sake of your lungs.” His heartbeat was strong, though–I could feel it beneath my palm.

Josh let out a long breath through his nose, then covered his mouth with his arm to cough a bit. “Sorry,” he said, sounding more spent than he did earlier, but in a good way. “Wow. Alright, darling, I definitely needed that.” He looked down at himself and groaned. “But now I do need to hop in the shower again and I really don’t feel like moving.” 

“If I could carry you, I totally would,” I told him, bending down to give him a long kiss, sickness be damned. “Want me to run you a bath?”

Josh’s hand gently clasped the back of my head, keeping me pinned in front of his face. “Only if you take the bath with me.”

I suddenly remembered the three other people in our apartment. “Maybe we should just make it a quick shower,” I said to Josh, looking behind myself at the bedroom door. “We’re not the only ones here tonight.”

Josh huffed dramatically. “They can hold their piss for a little while.” He rolled out from beneath me and got on his feet, taking the dirty towel and tossing it into our laundry basket, then planted his hands on his hips as he stood in front of the door. “Come on, love.”

I relented and, in the bath, I leaned back against the tub and held Josh between my legs. “I hate to say it, but you might need to skip Thanksgiving this year,” I told him as I rubbed soap beneath his armpits. “Do you think your parents will be really upset?”

“They completely expected me to miss it. My mom cried more than you did.”

“Well, I’m not surprised. It’s gotta be hard to see her baby in the hospital, even if you’ve been there like a hundred times before.” 

“Not a hundred.”

“Close enough. Too many times.” I ran one hand up to the back of his neck, massaging a little, and gave him the reminder of, “You’re not allowed to go back to the hospital ever again.” 

Josh laughed, turning his head to look over his shoulder at me. “What if I need to?”

“You won’t. This was enough for a lifetime.” I plunged my hands down in front of him before bringing the soapy water up to his chest, running them over his pecs and shoulders; he hummed contently and I moved my touch beneath his arms. The scrubbing motion of my fingers and palms made him start to laugh and wiggle, water splashing around us. I put my chin on his shoulder, turning to nibble at his ear: “Ticklish?”

Through more uncontrollable laughter, Josh said, “Yes, you know this!” He wiggled some more, slippery hands flying to my wrists. “Play nice.”

“But I love hearing you laugh like that,” I told him, although I did, after another second, cease the torment. I nuzzled into his neck, closing my eyes. “Even though I’m sure the boys have a very clear idea of what we’re doing now.”

“Spooning in the bath? They’re imaginations could never,” Josh said, flicking water away from himself to let it splash against the tiled wall. “So, doll–what’s next on our list for the wedding? I have to admit I haven’t been thinking about it much these past few days.”

I resumed rubbing his shoulders and up to the nape of his neck. “Me either. That’s been weirdly kind of nice. But I think we’re settled for a while. We finalized the cake order so that’s good to go. Everything else is set.”

“Except the ‘couple’s shower,’” Josh reminded me, tilting his head back to try and meet my eyes. 

“Yes, that. I’m glad we’re not just doing a bridal shower. So lame,” I said with a chuckle, twirling a damp curl between my fingers. “Not everything has to be so separate and weird. I need you there for that for sure.” 

A brisk knock on the door made us both turn our heads. “Hey, lovebirds,” Sam called out. “Danny’s gotta piss so can you wrap up whatever it is you’re doing in there?”

“He can’t ask us himself, Sammy?” Josh asked with a laugh.

“He’s shy,” I reminded him, patting his shoulder. “Okay. Let’s get up.”

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[amayadartan]

11

The morning after she arrived at the castle, Amaya awakened slowly. Her mind was still hazy as to all of what happened in the forest. She was still in the medical ward of the Palace, so the room she was in was nowhere near as elegant as one of the suites where guests and residents alike were housed. It was, however, rather homey and not stark like a hospital on Earth would be. The walls were painted in a deep emerald green, the drapes a golden color that complimented the walls, and her bed was carved wood of some kind that was a few shades darker than the drapes. To Amaya, it reminded her of something from the Victorian or Edwardian period. All of the furnishings and fabrics were soft and warm colors, and appeared very expensive.

Sitting up in the bed, she noticed that at some point, she had been redressed. Gone were her hiking boots, cargo pants, and flannel, and she was now in a soft, pastel gown in fabric she wasn’t sure what it was. She hoped that it had been a female who redressed her and not Dartan. Heaven forbid! As she sat contemplating that, there were two little chirps next to her in the bed. Turning her head, she saw the little chinchilla type creatures from the night before that had been on the strange men’s heads. They were looking up at her with big open eyes and…smiles? Oh…and they had such white…teeth. How nice…

When Amaya didn’t move or respond the little beings jumped up and down and chirped again. Her head tipped, she had no clue what they were wanting. Then one came over and bumped her hand, and she understood - they wanted petted. Seeing the size of their teeth, she was a little cautious, but still reached her hand out and petted the one closest anyway. Something akin to a high pitched trill type of purr came from the small being and the other one bounced in what seemed to be excitement, chirping and looking at her.

“So you two are friendly? I get it.” In a way she figured they were, they had been “riding” on the heads of two of the men last night who had been helping her, but those teeth! Amaya was glad they liked her. She wouldn’t want to be on the receiving end of one of those bites! Guard furry softballs, that was something new.

“I see you have met your guardians,” a deep male voice from across the room had her head jerking up and her yanking the covers up almost to her chin; which hid the two small beings that were now on her lap chirping happily. He held up a hand and gave a soft chuckle. “I’m sorry Amaya, I did not mean to scare you.” He then gave a short bow. “I’m Ollandrius, but most just call me Olly.” He gave her a warm smile, which she thought made him look like some kind fo Disney prince. Were men supposed to be that handsome in real life?

Brief flashes of the night before went through Amaya’s mind, and his face was in them. He was kind, warm, and she had a recollection of protection from him. She relaxed and lowered the covers some, nodding and returning his smile. “Sorry, I guess I’m just a little on edge. The last couple of days have been a little weird and…” she shut her mouth and her brows drew together as she tried to figure out how to even put it into words.

“Eventful?” Olly offered as he stepped into the room, drawing out a light chuckle from her this time and a nod. “We kind of got that idea when Dartan summoned a couple of demons when he lost you in the forest. Although, your little friends there, and their friends, did keep you safe until we found you.” His smile had not faltered, and it made Amaya feel more relaxed. He wasn’t a small man, but she could almost feel goodness radiating off of him, safety. For Olly’s part, he was studying her, trying to see if there were any lingering effects of the mushrooms or being out in the forest exposed to the elements.

“Uh, yeah. I’m sorry that I caused you or your friends any trouble. I goofed up a spell.” Her face fell and she looked at her lap where the little beings were snuggling against her and ran her hand through their fur. They even felt as soft as chinchillas. “This is all my fault, everything is is my fault.”

“Or, you were given a bad one by someone that should not have been trusted. We’re looking into all the possibilities now. No more apologies, and no more sadness. You are a guest of the King and Queen, and there is no reason for it. When you are doing better a whole suite is being prepared for you. You’ll be taken care of here.” The poor human. She probably wouldn’t get to stay one. Like Delilah, existing in a world that she knew was full of monsters and demons would be too dangerous if she stayed one. If they couldn’t teleport her, staying in Imperium would most definitely be too dangerous, and it had nothing to do with the inhabitants. The mushrooms had proved that. Olly was worried about her.

“Uh…what about Dartan?” Were they going to make her live with him? He hated her. He blamed her for everything, and after she got lost out in the forest, he probably hated her more. The last thing she wanted was to be stuck living with him. Maybe they could just kill her and let her go wherever it was that her soul was supposed to go? Or because she was bound to Dartan, would she just end up back here?

Olly took a deep breath, this was going to be slightly awkward. “You won’t have to see him anymore.” He saw the confusion on her face, so he continued. “You’re bound, so it’s not like he can go far, but it was the belief of the Queen that you would be happier if he were not in your immediate vicinity, and that there were others here in the Palace who could help you get acclimated to everything much easier. She was quite insistent.” He had to chuckle, he was putting it mildly. He was pretty sure if she’d been confident his head would not have regrown she would have removed it from his shoulders the previous night.

“Oh.” Amaya said simply. She didn’t know how to feel about that. Truthfully she wasn’t sure that she knew how to feel about any of it. How was one supposed to feel in a situation like she was in? Had anyone ever been in her situation? She doubted it.

“Are you ok?” Olly was worried about her. “I know it will take some getting used to here, but you won’t be alone. Arch, he’s a mage that helped heal you last night, and I are going to help you. Arch can help you with your magic. He’s kinda good at it.” He gave her a teasing wink that made her smile.

“I just feel kind of lost. The whole bonded or married or whatever…” she kind of waved her hands around a bit as her lips pursed, “was a huge shock, and I know he hates me for it. I can’t blame him. I brought him here and now he’s stuck with me. I’m sure he’s glad that he’s free of me, at least we get to live in a castle.” She smiled a little again and shrugged. She really did feel so very lost.

“He was worried about you. Dartan’s always been an asshole from what I can gather, but he was worried. So, he doesn’t hate you. Hate the situation, that is a possibility, but that’s not the same as hating you.” He tried to reassure her, but he could tell she was still upset. Lost might be the best description for it. She really didn’t know where she was, that was going to come as an even bigger shock to her, and wait till she met some of the residents. Maybe they’d take things VERY slowly.

Deciding that making her feel somewhat at home might be a good start, Olly decided to start with breakfast. Since the kitchens could prepare anything that was made on Earth, the sky was the limit for whatever she wanted. Once he had her order, he promised to be back shortly with food and the all-important coffee. He also let her know that some fae that were the size of six year olds would be in shortly to take her measurements and talk to her about clothing. What she had on was a gift from the Queen, but she would need more than one nightgown for her stay there.

With that, he ducked out, and Amaya was alone in the room with the two little fur balls again. Laying back, she let them cuddle up next to her and stroked their little bodies, and she thought about everything Olly had said and tried to pull details from her memories of the previous night. They came in bits and pieces, just fragments, but she at least knew she felt safe with Olly, and since she was apparently now living in Hell, that was a start.

#the imperium chronicles #writeblr #my writing #my ocs #dark fantasy #fantasy #fiction #new chapter #original story #witchcraft #magic #spell goes wrong #spell gone wrong #spellcasting #mage #Horseman of Conquest #Olly #Amaya #Dartan #Arch #Olly x Amaya #Amaya x Dartan #witch #spectre #original characters #original character #original fiction #original writing #original fantasy #original content

[azureaqua]

Final Showdown! (a.k.a Last of the Ikemen artbreeder series, the Ikesen guys - Pt. 1)

Yay, I'm not dead! Or I have just risen from the dead.

After nearly 2 months I've made the Ikesen guys too. Let me tell you, this was the hardest & longest one tbh. I had to make asian portraits only and there were 17 guys in total, so yeah, it took some time.

(It's also kind of funny how - unintentionally - I did my 3 main Ikemen games in a certain order; the way the suitors' number grow each time lol.)

I'm not sure if I'm as satisfied with this batch as I want to be, despite the time and effort, but all together they look nice! So let's get into it!

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Part 2 here!

• Maeda Keiji

(So, at first Keiji was Shingen's prototype, if you will. Mainly because of the hair and its color. Also his basic features were good; like the smokey, smouldering eyes, nicely curved eyebrows and mouth, and stronger cheekbones and jaw. (Idk, I always imagined Shingen having really nice and defined cheekbones in real life haha.) But in the end, he looked a bit too young, I guess? Shingen - historically - but even in the game IS one of the older guys, so I wanted to make him even more mature. And then I looked at this prototype and because of the hair's shape Keiji came to mind and in the end, I think I did the right thing.)

• Kennyo

(I admit it, he was - surprisingly - one of the easiest ones. I was genuinely worried that he'll be hard to recapture because of the harsh scar and grimace on his face, and again; the older-man look. I guess I just got lucky with the bases? Other than his scar that I had to draw on, I didn't touch up anything. His design is the most Asian-like in my opinion with the 'everything black' theme going on with his hair and eyes lol.)

• Tokugawa Ieyasu

(He wasn't as hard either, than some of my other edits, but I couldn't get him right the first time. He was okay, but really, not the best effort. His face was just off - it was way too soft. Ieyasu is young, perhaps one of the youngest of them all, but he has an uninterested scowling expression on him almost all the time, so I guess that makes him appear more mature in general. But I'm definitely satisfied with him, and his emerald green eyes look super nice!)

• Uesugi Kenshin

(Well, he's one of those that I'm not exactly sure about. At one point he seems accurate, but then just so off-track of his game avatar so I genuinely don't know what to think. He has a harder stare and more grown-up look and features than Ieyasu, so they are not the same base. Although, while making them, I was thinking of using them for each other, since they are very similar with the blonde hair and cold, uninterested stares. But he came out pretty and kind of unreachable, noble-like! And they definitely describe him as so in the game so it's a win?!)

• Sarutobi Sasuke

(It was a two-part thing again, since he's that ONE character who wears glasses lol. Editing on specs in a way that looks good AND appropriate for the character is hard. Although for Faust, I think I really did a good job and probably won a lotto or something that it came out so good. But I think Sasuke isn't as bad either! His eyes and hair are fairly simple, but achieving that stoic, blank expression was the real deal in the end. But it worked, he looks smart, like a real moderately awesome ninja!)

• Date Masamune

(He was difficult, especially since I had to imagine the eyepatch on him every time. It makes a big difference, trust me. This isn't the original edit of him, on second tries I always do a better job to be honest. By then I realized that his cheerful and reckless expression was missing and tried to give him a wider smile and sharper eyes and he indeed came out super handsome with those plus touches! His eyepatch is drawn on by me again, but even that can't ruin this image!)

• Mori Ranmaru

(I struggled with him the most, I feel like? His baby-like features, overly cheerful smile and big eyes was hard to achieve... Somewhat. I don't think I did him justice. Also, I admit that I mixed female prototypes into him, mainly because of the hair, but also since in the game they mention it a lot of times that he's considered really beautiful and feminine. All-in-all, I think he's precious nonetheless!)

• Akechi Mitsuhide

(I'm also not quite satisfied with him, because I think at some point I had a better base for his face and hair, but in the end when I tried mixing with that one or just reconstructing it, it didn't come out so well. And in itself that piece wasn't good enough, so yeah, that's why we ended up here. He could use some more work, but I wasn't exactly sure where? From a close up he feels decent though, so maybe it's some kind of black magic. I also like his expression and his floofy white hair, I'm happy that I could achieve such a nice, pure color!)

What do you guys think so far? How did I do?

(Don't forget to look at Part 2, with the other guys in it!)

#cybird ikemen series #ikemen sengoku #ikesen #kenshin uesugi #mori ranmaru #sarutobi sasuke #kennyo #ikesen ranmaru #ikesen keiji #ikesen kennyo #ikesen kenshin #maeda keiji #ikesen ieyasu #ieyasu tokugawa #ikesen masamune #date masamune #akechi mitsuhide #ikesen mitsuhide

[masterserris]

new trailer for the fnaf movie dropped. i manifest things i s2g bc last night i had a dream where i was mike with amnesia about my past and i was up against movie william lol (then it switched into me as carnage vs cletus carnage and that was fun too)

but i adore the spring bonnie design for the film, it is my fav animatronic design and not just bc it is william/springtrap, it has a great head shape/muzzle and presence to it that is just endearing enough but with a little change in body language can be so terrifying. and i love the color, a soft yellow, nothing edgy nor super saturated and when it gets dirty and withered? it gets grosser and grosser, from green to brown with age and blood, it's perfect. he is so chunky! huggable if not for the murderous intent! also nice knife skills loser lmao

it's gonna be apparently 3 hours long??? AND I LOVE THAT I LOVE LONG MOVIES. give me all of the lore and characterization. i was worried it was gonna be short and have to rush plot points/skip over lore but if it is 3 hours they have pleeeeenty of time to explain things and do flashbacks/easter eggs/hints. my favorite. def buying this movie to watch and rewatch i can already tell

also vanessa is def in cahoots with william she knows way too much, but im guessing she betrays him bc he sends her to the hospital lmaoooo

him being such an imposing big bad is exactly what we need, he has been kicked around a lot, so having the movie re-goat-ify the villain of the series feels so good. yes! make him fucking scary! give him an evil laugh! him humming the eerie tune! the scream reference with the knife wipe! the uncanny form of a half rotted spring lock suit! appealing on one side, horrific on the other! the madman genius behind all of the misery is right here to fuck up your day! run bitch run! rRAAAAAHH!

the quality of the set design and effects and animatronics.... spring lock suits are real!! THEY ARE FUCKIN REALLLLL DUDE we gonna see an evil man die agonizingly on screen from internal crushing i cannot wait. let him rot for 30 years and give us a sequel with sister location/fnaf 3

anyways im gushing it's on my birthday i am rabidly gnashing my teeth for it

#william afton #fnaf #spring bonnie

[1dont-really-know]

Malva and Altair brainrot is real

@kitwasnothere

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“Hey, Mallow?”

“Yes, Sunflower?”

Mallow’s fingers pause, still weaved in the half fae’s hair. He admires the soft way she braided the flowers there, brightly colored yet wonderfully pleasing against the sunshine-blond of his hair.

The half-fae takes a nice, deep breath, trying to calm his frayed nerves. The scent of spring flowers invades his senses, making his nose tingle, but he welcomes it regardless. Beside him, his friend tilts her head, curiosity in her gaze as she waits for him to speak.

To a human, this would've been done the day they met each other, but neither of them were human. No, Mallow was a faerie, which meant what he was about to do makes him extremely vulnerable and exposed. Inside his mind, two factors clash; the human part that warns him of danger, and the fae part that demands he show this vulnerability to the friend he held dearest to his heart.

“You… your birthday is coming up soon, right?” He finally says, forcing a cheerful lilt into his voice. He knows Mallow can see past it, though. She always seems to.

Mallow narrows her eyes at him. Out of the periphery of his vision, he could see her tail twitch slightly, a sign of suspicion. “Yes, it is. I will soon turn sixty three. Why do you ask?”

“Your birthday is the same as the Second Princess’s, right?”

Wait, she told him this already! Now she's gonna think that he wasn't listening! How is he so stupid?!

“Well, I wanted to give you a- an early gift.” Did he seriously stutter? Stupid.

On the bright side, Mallow straightens up, her tail now swishing in barely contained excitement. “A gift?” She chirps questioningly, the silent question of ‘what is it?’ undeniable in her tone. It's endearing, really. No matter how much she tries to maintain her ‘cool, calm, regal’ persona, she's always so exciteable when you know what she likes. In this case, presents.

Alright, deep breaths. One two three, three two one. Okay. “My name. I want to tell you my true name.”

Mallow seems genuinely shocked hearing his words. The swishing of her tail stops, and she stares at him wide-eyed. “Are you sure about this, Sunflower?” The caution in which she says those words with doesn't suit her. “You're half human. You're magically weak. You don't know what I'll do with your name once I know it.”

Okay, yeah, that comment about his magical abilities was uncalled for, but she did have a point.

The half fae nods, “I'm sure. I want to,” his voice shook slightly, a sudden thought invading his mind, “unless, of course, you don't want to know?”

Ah, there it was. The amused glimmer in her eyes returned, and she settles back against his side, continuing to braid flowers into his hair, “only if you'll let me tell you my true name afterwards. Then we'll be even.”

Fair enough.

Close your eyes, calm your nerves, take deep breaths. Mama said it would be okay, so it would be.

“Altair.”

“Huh?”

“That's my true name. Altair.”

“It's a very pretty name.”

Altair looks towards Mallow incredulously. That was it? No trying to take his name? No using it to insult him? Huh. He guesses they really were friends then.

“Then… can you say it? My name?”

“That's an odd request, but sure. You're an odd one, Altair.”

It's… nice. Odd, but nice. He knew she didn't think any lesser of him when she found out he wasn't fully fae, but this is a nice reminder.

“Then what's your name?” The tension in his shoulders disappear, and Altair lets himself lean against Mallow– or he supposes he's about to learn her real name–’s shoulder. Maybe they should take turns and then he can decorate her horns and hair with flowers. She'd look even more pretty then.

“Malva.” She says casually, taking another daisy from the pile of flowers and starting to braid it onto Altair’s hair. “My real name’s Malva.”

“Oh? My nickname for you is fitting! Y'know, since Malva’s another name for Mal–”

Wait.

Big, scaly tail; horns; vibrant green eyes; very strong magic that's strong enough to set half the forest on fire…

“You're the Second Princess?!”

Malva has the audacity to look amused at his shrieked accusation.

“How did it take you so long to connect the dots?”

#twst oc #twst #malva draconia #altair gerbera

[razorblade180]

Nine Days of Lancaster

[Day 8: Coffee Shop AU]

Ruby:How about this!? *slams mug*

Jaune:*takes sip*…… Half coconut and half Soy.

Ruby:Darn it!

Weiss:Can you two stop goofing around!?

Weiss furious chucked broom at Ruby before counting the register, again. Jaune watched his best friend pout as she began sweeping their little coffee shop. Closing time another long day has arrived. A mean glare from Weiss spooked him into action, rushing over to put chairs up.

Ruby:I never thought having my BFF as a manager would be so painful.

Weiss:Don’t waste ingredients.

Ruby:I’m not! We get free drinks. I’m just experimenting with mine. Honestly, sometimes you can be as bland as your coffee.

Weiss:My coffee is perfect! Excuse me if it doesn’t give tooth decay like your sweet abominations.

Ruby:And yet my special is the most popular drink on the menu.

Jaune:Uh Rubes? Pretty sure it’s because you personally have to serve them.

Ruby:What’s that have to do with anything?

He looked at Ruby’s clothes. The general rule was wear a name tag and be in the correct colors, so the fact Ruby chose black knee high socks, and green skirt, and sleek black v-neck consistently was pretty surprising. Altogether it was pretty professional, but between Ruby always running from table to table, dancing to the songs that played, and smiling, it was easy to see why people wanted her to be their server.

Jaune:Nothing.

Weiss:Dolt. Ruby, people look at you like eye candy.

Ruby:*red* What!?

Weiss:Why do you think I nag you about wearing your apron all day. But no, you want to do things like the Macarena in between orders.

Ruby:It shouldn’t be in the playlist shuffle if you don’t want people to do it, Weiss! People don’t really look at me that much do they?

Weiss:Are you kidding!? Pfft even Jau- aaaaa

The poor boy was freaking out behind Ruby. Weiss didn’t mean to out him like that. It just sort of slipped. Weiss slowly went back to counting money but Ruby was no idiot. The girl immediately looked back at Jaune who tried to act like he was doing work the entire time.

Ruby:…

Weiss:Well…I’ve done my work. I’m leaving.

Jaune:What!?

Weiss:Yep. You know how to lock up. (I do not want to be here.) See you all tomorrow. Remember to set the alarm. *briskly leaves*

Jaune:….

Ruby:…So, Weiss says some crazy things at times?

Jaune:Yep! Ya know with her, hehehe.

Ruby:I mean for real, people looking at me? I mean sure I’m nice and love joking around, but eye candy? That has to be her, not me.

Jaune:Why say that?

Ruby:Well, because she’s super pretty. It makes sense. Not to say I think I’m ugly or anything but ya know…right? I’m just me.

Jaune:

Jaune:I think that’s beautiful.

Ruby:*blushing* Oh…. Thanks.

Jaune:No big deal.

Ruby:….Soooooo you look at me?

Jaune wants to die. The tall scraggly boy falls across a table and covers his face, groaning. Ruby can’t help but chuckle as well as feel a bit of his embarrassment. She even takes a moment to look at herself before rubbing her arm.

Ruby:Dude, it’s cool. I just..wow.

Jaune:I don’t mean to, honest. Sometimes I just look over at you and you’re dancing or laughing. Suddenly, I can’t stop looking. I think you’re really cute Ruby.

Ruby:(AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!)

Ruby:*nods* Cool. Totally normal thing.

Jaune:You’re face is getting really red.

Ruby:It’s just the sun. Don’t worry about it. Anyways…I don’t really…mind that kind of thing. Well, when it’s you.

Jaune:*eyes widened*

Ruby:Don’t take that wrong! It’s just- I guess I…ugh. What I mean to say is that…*looks away* Hehe, this is hard. What is with me?

Jaune:….Dinner?

Ruby:What?

Jaune:Would you like to maybe…have dinner with me? Like a date?

Ruby:…Yes. I would like that a lot actually.

Jaune:Really!? I mean, okay. Umm, tomorrow?

Ruby:I’m fine with tonight.

Jaune:You sure?

She nods excitedly, not wanting their courage to fade.

Jaune:Sweet! Let’s get this placed cleaned up!

Ruby:Right!

[One day later]

Ruby:*opens door* Guess what happened yesterday!?

Weiss:You didn’t turn on the alarm and we got robbed?

Ruby:….

Ruby:Please tell me that second part was a lie?

Weiss:Of course! Why didn’t you turn on the alarm!?

Ruby:I was distracted….by Jaune…..asking me out.

Weiss:….

Ruby:….

Weiss:About time. Congratulations.

Ruby:Thank you.

Weiss:No flirting on the clock.

Ruby:We won’t!

Weiss playful rolls her eyes and hands Ruby a morning coffee. Ruby smiles sheepishly and took it. Ruby made her way behind the counter and grabbed an apron.

Weiss:Oooo, for his eyes only now?

Ruby:Shut up!!!

#rwby #ruby rose #jaune arc #weiss schnee #rwby lancaster #9daysoflan22

[plate-of-blins]

It All Depends on You

Rewritten!

This year's Christmas miracle is me posting an old drabble that I've rewritten this year. Have fun reading it, leave a comment, reblog! Happy Holidays!

The Devil had caused quite a stir with the announcement of a ball and the invitations to it. It was the hottest and most controversial topic of discussion throughout all of the Inkwell Isles. 

Confusion, suspicion, curiosity, excitement… all of the different reactions buzzed in the air around Nick as he made his way to Blinchik’s house. He marched with his head held high, showcasing one big grin, with his tickets to the Ball in hand. Invited to Hell by the Devil himself? Hell, what an honour! What a chance!

However, the closer he got to his best friend’s home, the quieter the buzz got, gradually replaced with a sad tune of some song Nick couldn’t bother to remember the name of. What he could be bothered to do was notice where the mopey notes filed in from.

Blinchik’s house.

Nick stopped a few feet away.

An open window served as a way for the music to spill onto the streets from the house. It also revealed a familiar head of Nick’s friend lying face first on the windowsill. A sad sight. Very uncharacteristic of her as well. Not to mention how unfitting it was for the situation at hand and for Nick’s own mood. 

He grinned, taking a few steps back.

“Hey!” He yelled, getting ready. “Make way!”

“...wh-huh?” Blinchik’s head rose in the window. It turned left. It looked right. Then it faced forward. “Ah!” Blinchik cried out and ducked just in time for Nick to fly over her head, after taking a running leap into her window.

Inside the house, Nick managed to land onto a carpet with both feet. Though his arms flailed for a moment as he tried to find his balance, ultimately he stood firm.

“Ko —” Blinchik started in surprise, but caught herself and continued with a strong reprimand in her voice, “Nick! What are you doing?!”

He turned around, having landed with his back to her, and saw her pouting. She was sitting on a couch beside the window and pointing at his boots. He looked down at his boots, too. They were some nice boots, if he said so himself, freshly covered in dirt.

“Nick, you know we change shoes at the door! Or at least wipe your feet!” Blinchik continued, scolding him without any real anger behind her words. It made Nick grin once more.

“I didn’t come through th’door, though.” 

“That is a part of the problem!” Blinchik huffed, hands on her hips. Then she sighed, letting her hands fall to her sides while a smile made its way up her lips. However, the smile never made it to her eyes. If it did, it must have drowned in the strange sadness that filled them. 

Nick hated that look on her.

Blinchik was the sun, the warmth, the sweetness itself. She was supposed to smile so bright, the Heaven above would seem bleak in comparison. Instead, the old green dirty couch she sat upon was brighter than her smile. The smile was short-lived as well, dropping with another deep sigh from its wearer and getting lost in the cracks of the couch, never to be seen again.

“‘Sup?” Nick stepped in front of her and leaned forward until he was eye-to-eye with her. “Did I hurt ya?”

Blinchik leaned farther back into the couch and looked away.

“Or is it the music?” Nick pointed to the other side of the room, where a radio was still producing the most depressing sounds in the world. 

“No— No, it’s fine.” Blinchik put a hand on her arm, glancing at the radio. “The music is fine. I’m…” She sighed once more and her eyes got drawn to the window. “I’m fine as well. I’m… I just don’t feel up to much, I guess.”

“Oh, please, Blin, you ain’t fine.” Nick squatted down. He was now looking up at his friend as he put his hand on hers, one that was still lying by her side on the couch. “You’re so blue, th’whole house’s colored sad. C’mon, now, what are you hidin’?”

Blin refused to look at him still. 

Then the radio stopped whining about another heartbreak and the first notes of “It All Depends On You” filled the room instead. Blin spared a glance in the radio’s direction and heaved yet another sigh.

“Oh.” Nick knew exactly what it meant and he hated that. He rolled his eyes. “It’s him. Again.” He stood up and put his hands on his hips. “What did he do this time?”

Blin curled in on herself and stayed quiet for a few seconds. Whatever happened, Nick thought, it must have been something serious if Blin hesitated to jump to her so-called “hero’s” defence. 

“It’s… He is just trying to… protect everyone…”

“Yeah, right. Well, he’s doin’ a bad job protectin’ you.” Nick folded his arms on his chest. “Weren’t ya tryin’ to catch a cold just now? Sleepin’ with a head in the open window.”

He waited for a comeback. For her heart’s lovesick attempts to protect her knight’s good name.

Nothing came.

Nick hated her silence.

“Y’know what, Bleen?” He drawled her name like he always used when they were kids. She glanced at him and Nick grinned. “Not all depends on him,” he sang while the radio argued the opposite. 

As he continued to sing, a new smile tugged at the corners of Blin’s lips.

“You can be lonely out in the crowd. You can be humble. You can be proud. Not all depends on him.”

Nick let the song continue without him, taking both of Blin’s hands into each of his and pulling her gently to a stand. His flower — one that hung from his head on a long stem — bloomed. It filled the air between the two friends with a comforting green light and a calming smell. It mixed with the music, engulfing everything in the room and flowing out onto the street through the window.

Nick felt the tension leave Blin’s body and she gave his hand a squeeze.

“Don’t use it on me, Kolya,” she asked softly, calling him a name from their childhood.

“I’m usin’ it on ya, Bleen,” he responded in kind. “ I’m usin’ it for ya.”

Blin shook her head, but unable to shake off the small smile it put on her face once more.

Nick’s own smile softened at that. He led them into an improvised dance and picked up the song from where it carried on, still changing the lyrics when he saw fit.

“You can be happy, you can be sad. You can be good or you can be bad. It all depends on you.”

He freed one hand and pointed at her.

“You can be lonely out in the crowd. You can be humble—”

He bowed deeply.

“—you can be proud.”

He rose and raised their locked hands.

“It all depends on you.”

He gave Blin a twirl and took a step back. He saw her smiling bright, like the sun, and let go of her hand.

“You can save money or spend it. Go right on living or end it. He’s to blame, honey, for what you do.”

The green light wavered at the last bit, venom sipping into Nick’s voice and making Blin frown for a moment. Oh, but Nick couldn’t have that. So, he carried on and stepped behind her.

“I know that you can be beggar—”

He picked up Blin’s hair and rolled it up.

“—you can be king.”

He fixed it with some ribbon lying around.

“You can be almost any old thing.”

She turned to face him and he took her hand once more.

“It all depends on you.”

He gave her another twirl and she made it last until the last word was sung.

Then all the words were up, the song ended and so did their little play. They bowed to each other in an old-fashioned way, king and queen of faraway lands.

A quick moment passed and Nick heard the bells of the most wonderful and warm giggle coming from in front of him and his head snapped up.

Before him was Blinchik, a big smile spread across her face, pushing her freckled cheeks up and forcing her eyes to close from mirth. Happy pure sounds fell from her lips, pulling at the strings of her friend’s heart. She was the cup of tea in his hands on a cold rainy day. She was the blanket on his shoulders on a winter morning. She was his best friend and he would keep that smile safe.

“Would you dance with me again, at the Devil’s Ball?”

#photo album | drabble #blinchik #between the earth and the water | nick leafish #The Devil's Ball (2019) [rewritten!] #[it's gotten longer!]

[mirkwoodshewolf]

You’re an asshole, but you’re my asshole; Stephen Strange x reader

*Author’s note*

Hey guys well this was one of the first tumblr requests I had gotten since I started opening requests up. And with MOM now out, this fic was SLIGHTLY inspired by it plus Ep. 4 of Disney+’s WHAT IF...? And yeah it’s a long one but I hope the anon who requested this loves it in the end as well as the rest of you guys.

Warnings: SLIGHT SPOILERS OF DSITMOM (again nothing MAJOR just America Chavez and her backstory but if you’ve read the comics I guess it’s not really a spoiler? idk I’ll still include spoiler tags if need be), kidnapping, OBSESSIVE YANDERE STRANGE!! angst ends to fluff, talking sassy kitty-cat (you’ll find out).

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God Stephen Strange is the most arrogant, egotistical, hypocritical asshole that has ever walked the universe!  Always with me he’s gotta find some sort of flaw and compare it to his ex-lover? Partner? Whoever the hell she was, Christine Palmer.  Now I get you can’t ever really let go of your first love but come on Strange. You were the one who fucked it up and I was there to pick up the pieces for you.

And even once we managed to get together, you still had to compare me to her.  And even as you forced me to go with you to her own wedding (to SOMEONE ELSE MIND YOU!!) you had the gall to lie and say that you were happy.  Yeah I know when he lies.

When his hands flinch and try to clench up at his side and his adam’s apple bobs up and down quickly.  That’s how you can catch the great Doctor Stephen Strange in a lie.

And now once again after we got into a huge scuffle about something else.  He had the nerve to say to me that he wished he hadn’t screwed things up with Christine, cause then he wouldn’t have to be dealing with my constant nagging.  After giving him a hard falcon punch across the face that’s when I had stormed out of the London sanctum (since I am the Head Guardian of it) and stormed across the city.

I went over to my favorite cat café (yes a real cat café) and got my usual drink plus big chocolate chip cookies, all the while my favorite cat, a Calico named Demeter came up to me and she sat down in my lap.  She was a beautiful 6 year old cat that was tri-colored of black, yellow and white.  She had piercing green eyes and was the most skittish and cautious cats in the whole café, the owners even said that until I had come in, she never associated with anyone else but me.

As I broke apart my cookie but could barely enjoy it, my other hand was stroking down Demeter’s back.

“What else does he want from me De? Am I really not good enough for him? Is it the distance? I know that things have changed since he was last here but—is it the distance that’s forcing him to think about her? Or is it just me?” her tail curled up around her and her ear twitched as she just stared up at me.  “Must be nice to be a cat. No worries, no expectations. All you really demand is pets, food and a clean place to go to the bathroom.”

“(Y/n)?” I didn’t even need to look up to see who it was.

“I thought I told you to not come after me!” I snapped as I took a sip of my expresso.

“I—” he paused.

“What Strange? What do you wish to say to me now, hmm!?! Does my (h/c) not match up to her strawberry blonde or whatever the hell they call it. It’s red hair for Christ sake! Or maybe it’s the fact that I’m not a doctor and could never get the hidden jokes you both used to share.”

“No! No that’s not—You were right.” I looked up at him puzzled.  Okay now this is a first. Stephen never admits he’s right.  “I….I was a fool. Better yet I was an arrogant, shit-faced asshole who screwed up big time. I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness but can you at least hear me out?”

I raised my brow skeptically at him but allowed him to sit down. At first he went for the chair next to me but I snapped my fingers and it moved away.  I then pointed to the one in front of me and he softly nodded in understandment.

“You have 1 minute.”

“Wow. You—really mean business don’t you?” he softly joked.

“50 seconds.” I snapped.

“Comparing you to Christine is—the worst thing I could possibly have done. And I shouldn’t have done that. It’s just….you never forget your first love.”

“You’re really not starting off on a good foot.”

“Wait, wait. You didn’t let me finish. I took you for granted and I should never have done that to you. To us. I’m sorry. From the bottom of my heart I am truly, deeply sorry.” I pondered and pondered on his word and I said.

“Well Stephen. Even through your stupidity and ‘ignore all rules’ attitude, that apology would make most girls fall to their knees and make them fall in love all over again. And I might’ve been one of those girls. If it was the real you.”

“What? What are you talking about? I am real, see?” he knocked on the table which produced a knock.  Behind my back I summoned out my Sais of the living Tribunal.

“I’m not saying you’re an illusion or a projection of Stephen Strange. You may have his face but you’re not him. Plus don’t think I haven’t noticed how frantic Demeter’s tail has gotten, or the fact that she’s met the real Stephen Strange and never acted this way towards him.”

Demeter let out an angry hiss before growling defensively whilst still in my lap.

“Now I’m going to say this one time. Who the hell are you and why do you have Stephen’s face? Are you a shifter from the Dark Dimension? Or a changeling sent by Nightmare?” at that moment the Stephen before me dropped the niceties and his voice grew into a more darker, menacing tone.

“You always were too clever. That’s what always drew me to you. Even in my own dimension.” Demeter immediately hopped off my lap and I stood up holding my sais toward him.

“No games! I want answers fraud!”

“I am as I appear my dear (Y/n). My name is Stephen Strange, just not yours.” His normal clothes then morphed into his sorcerer clothes, but there was a huge difference, even his face looked different.

Dark circles underneath his eyes, his beard was more gruff (like he didn’t trim it).  He almost looked like a ghost or a demon if anything.  His normal blue robes looked more dark purple with some black mixed in, but the biggest difference was the Cloak of Levitation.  The friendly, soft red material had been changed to a straight menacing black satin that almost appeared to have an edge about them. Even the collar was spiked upward almost or even stocking out past his head like a crown.

“The name is Strange Supreme. And I have traveled through multiple universes to find you. And at last I have.”

“What are you talking about?” I sneered.

“It would seem your Stephen takes you for granted. Whilst I and—” he trailed off, I saw a glimmer of what may have been tears (crocodile tear or not I couldn’t tell).  “In my universe, I had an (Y/n) (L/n). She—was my everything. My life, my heart, my soul. And I never took her for granted. Until the day she was taken from me. I’ve tried every spell, every ounce of magic to prevent her death but—she was gone. But now—now I see that if I can’t bring her back. I could find a new one to take her place.”

“Sorry to tell you this psychopath I’m not going anywhere. Especially not with—” my vision went fuzzy.  I shook my head briefly. “Especially not with—” suddenly I lurched forward dropping my weapons.

“I knew this would happen. I knew you wouldn’t be willing to come with me by your consent. So I slipped a small spell in your drink that would activate if you rejected my offer.” What? No but the barista was a she and she—hold on.  I looked up at him and I saw how he morphed into the barista for a split second to say in her Edinburgh accent.  “Sorry dearie, guess I might’ve made it a bit too sweet for yah.” Before he morphed back into himself.

“You…..son of a b……” I collapsed and my world went black.

*3rd Person POV*

Strange Supreme walked over to (Y/n)’s body and gingerly stroked her cheek.

“100 years and finally at long last. I have you once again at my side my beloved. And I swear, I will never let you go again.” He picked her up and before summoning a portal with just a simple thought and he walked through it holding an unconscious (Y/n) in his arms.

From the corner, Demeter watched intensely before she looked around and saw the aftermath of what this ‘Strange Supreme’ had done. All the coworkers were frozen in their spots and as for the other cats, they had all been knocked out and were in a deep sleep.  She raced towards the back (and by some string of luck) one of the employers had been frozen right by the door and had left it opened.

She dashed out and ran through the streets of London. Knowing of the stories ever since her favorite human arrived of the London Sanctum, she ran as fast as she could to the London Sanctum and when she got to the door, she proceeded to scratch at the door meowing as loudly as she could.

Inside the real Stephen Strange was now sporting an icepack as part of his recovery from facing the wrath of the current girlfriend.

“Hate to tell you this bruv, but you deserved it.” Taron, (Y/n) second in command born and raised in Wales said as he came passing by Stephen.

“Yes, yes I know. I’ve already been told that by half of the London Sanctum already.” Stephen snapped before sighed and holding the icepack close to his cheek.  “I don’t even know why I said it. I was angry and it just—”

“Slip of the tongue?” Taron replied as Stephen nodded.  “Look mate, when you blipped for five years. (Y/n) was a wreck. Especially after you two had recently gotten together. When you came back and all you thought about was Christine after Stark’s funeral, it really hurt her. She and your ex stayed here for the Blip, what made you think it was okay to think about your ex-girlfriend instead of your current one who had poured through every scroll, every page at Kamar-Taj to try and bring all who were blipped, mainly you, back?”

“Like she’s said. I’m an arrogant, selfish asshole.”

“And a number of other things but I’m keeping that to myself.” Taron muttered.

“Oi Taron!” a voice exclaimed.  A young blonde haired boy with piercing green eyes came running forward.

“What is it Ben?” Taron asked.

“Okay, umm….this is gonna sound crazy but you might wanna open the doors.”

“What?” questioned Taron.

“Look not even I can explain it just open the bloody doors.” The three men went down the steps to the front door and Taron waved his hand to unlock the doors and soon bursting in meowing frantically was Demeter. She lunged towards Stephen and leapt at him.  Awkwardly he caught her as she was meowing and pawing at him.

“You know this cat Stephen?” Taron asked.

“Hoe she’s not an ex too.” Ben muttered before snickering to which Taron kicked him in the shin.

“Demeter?” she let out a loud meow almost as if saying yes. “She’s one of the cats from the cat café (Y/n) liked to go to. But they—they never let you guys out at least not unsupervised.” She then started up her frantic meows and squirmed in Stephen’s grip.  He set her down and she paced around him, rubbing up against him and pawed at his boots, almost as if telling him to go.  “Okay this is insane, I’m talking to a cat. I mean it’s not like there’s a—” he paused before turning to Taron.  “Please tell me there’s a spell to make animals talk.”

“You…..want to talk to the calico?” Taron sounded out suspiciously.

“Look Taron I know it sounds crazy, hell even insane but trust me when I say this cat does not normally act like this unless something is really wrong. And I have a sickening feeling that there is, and that it involves (Y/n).”

“There might be something. Not necessarily Kamar Taj material but an old Inuit spell from America. The Ancient One kept various spells based on different cultures here in London due to our sophisticated filing system. Follow me.” Taron led Strange, Demeter and Ben into the archive wing of the library.

Taron levitated through shelf after shelf until he found the book of Inuit spells and skimmed through the book until he found the spell he needed.  Together with some basic ingredients like hair of creature needed, 2 tsp. of vinegar, 1 cup of water, 1/4th tsp. of food dye, a drop of honey and 3 grams of salt.

Taron mixed the ingredients together before pouring it into a cup.  The potion now looked like a liquid formation of Demeter’s fur pattern and he handed it to Stephen.

“Once you drink this all down, say these words exactly. I even phonetically sounded them out for you in case you couldn’t get it.” Stephen glared at Taron who merely shrugged and handed Strange the cup.

“The things one does for love.” He then downed the entire glass like it was a shot and grimaced at the taste.  He let out a couple of coughs before taking the paper from Taron and began to say the spell.  “Deila hér me. Dag eru nou rar vitur orum.”

They waited for a few minutes to see if anything would happen. And they waited, and waited, and waited. Stephen let out a growl before throwing the cup to the wall and snapped.

“The longer we wait the longer it’s going to take to find out what happened to (Y/n)!”

“Maybe we missed something, here Taron let me see the book mate.” Ben said taking the book.

“So I drank that nasty shit for nothing. Great, great just great.” Stephen snapped before sitting down in a huff.

‘No wonder why she can’t stand you.’ A female voice spoke up.  Stephen looked around but there was no female in the room, only he, Ben and Taron.  He then felt a light pressure on his lap to see Demeter standing on his lap.  She cleaned herself up before saying to Stephen again. ‘Not only are you too hung up in the past, but you’re too impatient. And I can see what she meant by your temper.’

“D-did you just……you’re talking?”

‘Well talking as in you can hear my thoughts, yes. How you ever became Sorcerer Supreme I’ll never know.’ Demeter hopped off his lap and onto the table, her tail wagging and curling up into a question mark point every now and then.

“Hold on Stephen, are you—”

“Shh!” he hissed at Taron and Ben before turning towards Demeter.  “Look I’ll let you insult me all you want later, what is it you came here to tell me?”

‘Normally I’d never go running for a human, but (Y/n) has treated me like a cat should be treated, and not like some fragile glass doll.’

“Focus! (Y/n). What happened to her?!”

‘Okay Mr. Pushy. Look, I couldn’t even explain it myself. The guy who took my (Y/n) looked just like you. Only if he hadn’t gotten some sun in all of his life.’

“You’re saying he looked like me?”

‘Yep. Right down to your weird, Stark-copy beard.’

“I do not have Stark’s—besides that. What else happened?”

‘It all happened so fast. My brothers and sisters had somehow been knocked out cold, and everyone became like the statues you see outside. Still and frozen. Then just before my (Y/n) could fight back, she was knocked out. I think he said he put something in her drink. Then they both disappeared into one of those portal things you guys always love to make.’

“Did he say why he wanted her?”

‘Something along the lines of wanting to find her after so long. If you ask me, the guy was eyeing her like how Butch eyes that mouse that’s been sneaking into the café. Like he really wanted her and was going to do anything to get her.’

“And that’s it?”

‘Next thing I did was find a way out to try and come here. Of course I was hoping it wouldn’t be you because you hurt her Stephen Strange. Big time!’ Demeter swiped at him with her paw and let out a hiss as she said that.  ‘If you don’t bring her back unharmed, you’re gonna regret ever having met me.’

“Alright. Alright.” Stephen stood up and faced Taron and Ben.

“What’d she say?” asked Ben.

“Take some sorcerers and investigate the café. I need to get to Wong and ask him if anything else has been disrupted since this look-alike has come into our world.”

“Wait Stephen are you suggesting that this is a Multi-versal threat?” asked Taron urgently.

“I can’t say for certain. But I can’t just let (Y/n) be kept prisoner from this other Strange.” He opened up a portal which had opened up to Kamar-Taj where Wong, and by sheer luck, America Chavez was also there standing close by.  

“Strange, what’s going on?” Wong asked.

“It’s (Y/n).”

“Tía (Y/n) is in trouble? What did you do now Stephen?!” demanded America.

“It’s a long story but it would seem we got a visitor from another world, and by world I mean multiverse. Another version of me kidnapped (Y/n).”

“And how do you know this was another you?” asked Wong.

“You’re gonna think I’m insane.”

“Not the first time.” Wong muttered.  Stephen glared at Wong and that’s when Demeter came through the portal right as it closed and she let out a meow.

“Aww what a pretty kitty.” Cooed America as she knelt down and tried to get Demeter to come over to her.  “Come here sweetheart, come here.”

“Don’t waste your breath America, Demeter doesn’t go to just any—” but Stephen was interrupted as Demeter actually walked up to America and nuzzled against her hand and let out a purr.

“Demeter. Like the Greek goddess of harvest and agriculture. Ohh that’s a beautiful name for a beautiful cat like you.” America said as she continued to pet Demeter.

“You mangey little—and why did it take you months to get used to me?!”

‘(Y/n) has talked about this girl a lot. Shown me pictures, plus she has a good aura. You however are too arrogant and reckless.’ Demeter said as she allowed America to pick her up in her arms and continued to pet her.

“Strange. Are you—talking to the cat?” Wong asked hesitantly.

“And Inuit spell Taron found in the London Sanctum.”

“Are you serious? There’s a Doctor Dolittle spell? I wanna try it!” America proclaimed.

“No, you don’t trust me. Alright now wait we’re getting off topic here!”

“Even if there were another Stephen Strange here, what would be want with (Y/n)?” asked Wong.

“I think I might know.” America spoke up.  The two men turned to her and she set Demeter down on a nearby table.  “Can you ask Demeter if he had a black cloak on? That was spiked at the end and collar reaching up to his head?”

‘Yes. Yeah it did.’ Demeter said as she sat down and stared at America.

“She said yes. America do—do you know this version of me?”

“Briefly. He uhh—when I jumped into his universe by accident, he promised he’d help find my moms, but only if I told him where to find his (Y/n).”

“Find her?”

“He told me of a battle he and his (Y/n) fought a long, long time ago in his world. I don’t really remember much of who this foe they fought was but—he told me that the fate of their world collapsing was at large. But his (Y/n) didn’t hesitate. She and their foe broke through their reality and ended up being lost in the multiverse. Just—just like my mamás.”

Wong and Stephen sighed heavily.

“I told him I couldn’t help him find her, and like others have in the past he tried to take my power but I quickly got the hell out of there and never went back.” She stroked Demeter’s head and Demeter nuzzled against America’s forearm to comfort the young girl.

“I know you said you’d never go back, but do you think you can take me there?” Stephen asked.

“Stephen you know the laws of what multiverse jumping could cause.” Wong warned him.

“Yeah, yeah, conversions of our worlds mending into a multiversal war. Not like anything we haven’t faced before. But tell me this, Sorcerer Supreme. Are you willing to let (Y/n) die or worse in that world should it perish because of what that Stephen Strange has done?”

Wong sighed heavily.  (Y/n) was his dearest friend, she saved his ass more times than he could count and now he had the chance to finally repay that debt, but would he risk two worlds potentially colliding that could either destroy one or both their worlds?

“You take the cat with you.” Wong said.

“What? Why?”

“Because that cat seems to knows to keep an eye on you and will keep you in line of you don’t.”

‘Oh I like him too.’ Demeter said as she walked over to Wong and let out a meow and raised her paw at him.  Wong extended a hand out and Demeter gave his thumb a soft lick and purred once more.

“Is this a gang up on Stephen day or what?” Stephen questioned out annoyed.

“Probably. Especially after what you said to Tía (Y/n).”

“I—how do you know that?”

“She’s always told me. Ever since we first met. When you were still butthurt over Christine. Like I said I’ve seen more of yous and hers together than you and Christine. Even the creepy yandere version of yourself.”

“Yan—what’s yandere?” Stephen asked.  America and Wong looked at each other and America spoke in Spanish.

“Should I?”

“It’d probably be best not to.” Wong responded back in Spanish.  “Now if you’re going to go into this other world you’ll need to get in, find her and get out. The convergence can happen by a simple change in two variants of the same person being there but the effect of the convergence actually happening can either be instantaneous or prolonged.” Wong explained.

“Well let’s hope it’s the latter. America, do you remember where this other world with this Stephen Strange is?”

“A bit yeah. But he could sense you coming before the portal even opens. He’s that powerful. Last time I went, he was at the exact spot I would land.” She said.

“Okay so brute strength and power isn’t going to stop him. Guess I’ll just have to outwit him and I am good at that.”  Wong and America looked at each other but chosen not to say anything.

“If the world you enter doesn’t start to collapse the second you arrive, give yourself an hour at most to find (Y/n) and then get out. America will open the portal for you to come through no later than that.”

“One hour, okay.” Stephen and Wong stood back as America stepped forward and she concentrated on summoning the portal to Strange Supreme’s universe.

“I’ll try to open it at this exact spot after the hour. And…..please be sure you have Tía (Y/n) before I do.”

“I’ll try. Come on Demeter.” Demeter hopped off and got up on top of Stephen’s shoulders and the two of them quickly hopped through the portal before she closed it behind her.

There was nothing but darkness surrounding them.  As Stephen walked along, soft creeks sounded off with each footstep.

‘Could you be anymore louder than you are right now?’

“Okay one more insult out of you and I will throw you across the room.” Stephen threatened her in a quiet voice.  She hopped off of Stephen’s shoulders and she sniffed around.

‘I can’t seem to find a trace of her scent.’

“Nothing?”

‘As I said, nothing. You sure we’re in the right place?’ As they walked further along they now stood before what almost resembled the main hall of the New York Sanctum, however the aura in it was dark and ominous.

Books were scattered all over the floor, candles by the mile decorated the floorboards ahead, and a large opening into what looked like a wormhole stood behind where the large window overlooked Bleeker street. As they walked along, Demeter suddenly stopped and she lowered herself briefly as she let out a soft but menacing growl.

“So……” a deep, gravely, possessive tone spoke.  Stephen turned around and soon a grand fireplace lit up and sitting in a large red chair was Strange Supreme.  “You did come.” Strange Supreme said.  “And you brought vermin with you.”

Demeter let out an anxious meow as Stephen stood in front of her and the cloak of levitation picked her up and hid her behind Stephen’s back.

“More like a friend.” Strange Supreme scoffed.

“My (Y/n) did adore strays. Cats especially were her favorite. Even when I’d tell her we couldn’t have one, they were always drawn to her. She even took care of one that looked exactly like the one you’ve got.”

“I didn’t come here to make small talk. Now where is she?” Stephen demanded.

“Surprised that you still care. Why don’t you just go back to your world, patch things up with Christine. After all that’s who you truly love right?”

“What I said was…..”

“A mistake? A slip of the tongue, a sudden outburst of anger.” Strange Supreme mocked as he stood up.  “I’ve seen her mind and her heart. You don’t know how good you’ve had it Stephen. Christine never treated us right, she never understood us, especially after our accident.” Strange Supreme showed Stephen the same scars on his hand from the car accident.  “But (Y/n) did. She picked up the pieces, she taught us how to love again, and to see the light in everything. And you threw her out like trash.”

“I came here for her didn’t I? If I didn’t truly love her, I would’ve turned away and tried to go back to Christine like you claimed. But no, I’m here. I won’t ask this again, where. Is. She?”

“The only (Y/n) that’s here is mine. I worked too hard and sacrificed soo much to find her.”

“Look, I don’t know if your (Y/n) looks anything like mine, but if she does, She’s not yours. Her face may be the same but it’s not her. Plus even if it was her, what would she say if she saw you like this?”

“It wouldn’t matter. She’s here with me now and I’ll love her and take care of her ten times better than you ever did.”

“You have a very sick way of showing it.” Stephen sneered lowly. Strange Supreme smirked wickedly as he chuckled darkly.

“Love makes us do strange and crazy things. But it’s all worth it in the end. So long as we’re together.” Stephen noticed how Strange Supreme was fingering what appeared to be a pearl ring on his left ring finger. An odd piece of jewelry especially given the fact that the pearl was scarlet red.

‘Oi Strange. You might wanna wrap things up here with whatever this lovefest is. I’m starting to sense this world collapsing in on itself.’ True to Demeter’s word, the wallpaper was starting to roll upward, the books starting to disappear page by page and the candle were slowly melting away.

Stephen turned back towards Strange Supreme and he told him.

“Don’t think I don’t know what you’ve been planning. I know you can sense it. Even if you do have her, your world is collapsing in on itself.”

“So it seems. But I could care less. The only world that matters to me is (Y/n) and I.”

‘God this poor bastard is even more delusional than I thought.’ Demeter said.

“Not if I find her first.” Stephen challenged.

“And how would you know where she is?”

“I just do. We are Doctor Stephen Strange after all, and if I know myself…..”

“I always got to be smarter than everyone else.” Strange Supreme finished.  “Well, produce her.” He challenged Stephen.  Stephen looked around until he saw what looked like a small secret doorway right by one of the bookshelves.

“You’ve hidden her behind that door.” He said pointing out to it. Strange Supreme then walked over to the small doorway mocking him.

“Did I, Stephen Strange?” he stood by the small door as Stephen now walked over to the chair where Strange Supreme was just sitting at.

‘Wait, I sense something.’ Demeter told him.  Stephen felt Demeter hop off his shoulder and she walked around the fireplace until she stood before a tall purple chair just across from the red chair. ‘There!’

Stephen looked carefully and saw a glimmer of what looked like the mirror dimension.

“Clever man.” He softly muttered.  He heard a rough cough and he turned to see Strange Supreme hunched forward as he coughed up a large black skeleton key into his hand. Strange Supreme turned towards Stephen with a questioning yet challenging look.  “Yep. Right there, she’ll be there alright.” Strange Supreme softly shook his head.

“You’re wrong Stephen Strange, she’s not there.” Strange Supreme hauntingly mocked as he unlocked the door to reveal an abyssal portal of dust and cobwebs.  “Now, to ensure you don’t take my (Y/n) away ever again.” He summoned from his robes, the black dagger of Yama (which had the power to send a person’s soul to the Underworld with just a simple knick of the blade).

“Just allow me to make this one final declaration before you ‘do me in’.” He then picked Demeter up in his hands and he said. “SHE’S NOT YOURS!!” and then as hard as he could, he tossed Demeter right at Strange Supreme.

She yowled and growled as she was thrown through the air until she landed on Strange Supreme’s face.  He roared and tried to get the calico cat off his face, but Demeter held firm scratching and biting every square inch of his face.

Using this as a distraction, Stephen quickly unlocked the purple chair to the mirror dimension and there he saw (Y/n) tied up and gagged in the chair wearing a deep purple and black dress, and a crown almost similar to the Scarlet Witch’s.

*My POV*

I watched as Stephen and evil Stephen had conversed back and forth with each other.  But when Stephen threw Demeter at the evil Stephen, he took his chance and stood right in front of me and I saw as the mirror dimension was finally opened.  He came right up to me and freed me of my chains and gag.

“I know, I know. Not the best idea to throw your favorite cat at my evil twin.”

“I’ll yell at you about that later. Did you get it?”

“Get what?”

“My heart. Stephen that-that psychopath reached into my chest and took my heart. He told me even if you came to save me, I’d never be able to leave this world without it.”

“I think I might have an idea of where he has it. For now let’s get you out of here.” He helped me up and we both left the mirror dimension and he closed the door behind us.  Just in time for us to see the evil Stephen literally get his eyes torn out from his skull by Demeter’s claws and he threw her across the room.

But I opened up a portal and she went threw it before ending up back in my arms.  Demeter yowled aggressively, baring her teeth at the evil Stephen.

“YOU SELFISH, CHEATING, BASTARD!!” evil Stephen roared as he turned to us, his eyes now hollowed holes and blood pooling out like tears.

All of a sudden the sanctum began to fall apart wood by wood. The floor beneath us became what almost looked like a giant web as we both fell through.  I ended up getting stuck along the side while Stephen ended up falling all the way to the bottom.

“Stephen! Are you alright?” I called out.

“I’m fine, how about you and Demeter?” Demeter who was hidden within my dress robe meowed.

“We’re fine.” All of a sudden a monstrous roar was heard from above us.  The Evil Stephen seemed to morph into some sort of dragon-hybrid creature as he then fell down into the web to try and get to Stephen.  I then watched as Stephen quickly summoned a portal underneath him and he disappeared just before the dragon Stephen could land on him.

“NO!!! WHERE ARE YOU!?!? YOU SELFISH PRICK!!” He looked around trying to feel or hear anything from Stephen.  I then felt someone beginning to cut my bonds from the web, I turned and Stephen pressed his index finger quietly to his lips as he continued to cut me free from the webbing.

When my upperbody was free, he allowed me to rest against him as he continued to work on freeing my legs (which somehow proved to be difficult.) I also worked as did Demeter on freeing my legs but one thread soon began to vibrate all the way down towards Dragon-Stephen.

“Oh shit.” I said which caused all of us to stop. Dragon-Stephen ceased his frantic searching and slowly turned towards us smirking maliciously.

“There you are.” He growled sadistically.  Stephen then quickly cut the rest of my bonds and threw me over his shoulder as he quickly raced upward with Demeter behind us. “YOU’RE NOT TAKING HER AWAY FROM ME!!” he roared as he got closer to us.

I quickly summoned the sword of Vishanti and sliced him across the face which caused him to pause before growling at me.

“Now that my dear, wasn’t very nice. I was merciful last time but it seems you need a stricter hand.” Suddenly his arms turned into large snakes and they reached up and grabbed hold of the both of us, separating the two of us once more.

The snake that held me kept me high up in the air while the snake that held Stephen brought him towards the Monster-Stephen.

“You pathetic fool. You thought you could get away from the most powerful Sorcerer of this world!?” Monster-Stephen hissed. “Now you look into her eyes, I want her to see you die.” The snake squeezed Stephen so tightly that I could hear his bones cracking from up here.  Our eyes locked with each other’s and I shook my head at him.

He-he couldn’t die like this. I just got him back after five years and yeah he’s an asshole at times but I still love him.  I’ll always love him.  But that’s when I heard My Stephen choke out a laugh.  Wait what was he laughing at? I then saw his finger point upward and that’s when I saw the familiar spark of America’s blue portal starting to spark.

“Why are you laughing?”

“It’s just that—we hate to…..leave you high and dry but….our ride’s here.” I then let Demeter out from my robes and she bit Monster Stephen’s snake arm that was holding me and he let out a painful roar which released both Stephen and I.

Soon the bright blue star portal opened and I placed a binding spell on him to keep him bound to his world while Stephen, Demeter and I ended up getting sucked into America’s portal and ended up back on our Earth.  

Stephen and I looked at one another before embracing each other.  I buried my face into his neck thanking him repeatedly.

“You guys alright?” America asked us.

“Yes mija, we’re okay.” I told her.  She smiled and ran over to me and I embraced her as well as did Stephen.  “America, you know how you’ve been listening to those ASMR videos? I think you might wanna exclude the yandere videos from now on.”

“I was thinking the exact same thing tía.” I kissed the top of her head and held her tighter.

“I think we all can pretty much say we’ll be staying away from stalkery, obsessive media of any kind.” Stephen said.  As we separated, that’s when Stephen pulled out from his pocket the pearl ring that Strange Supreme had turned my heart into.

A simple motion of his hand and the cloaking spell dropped and there in the palm of his hand was my heart.

“Oh my—is that…..” America started.

“Yeah.” I replied bluntly.

“Damn. To be honest though I thought it’d be more—you know bloody? And you’d be—dead? I mean don’t you need a heart to like you know, live?”

“Not if you carefully remove it with magic. A heart is the most powerful thing a person can control. The evil Stephen thought that by taking my heart, he’d have me be under his control forever. To be the (Y/n) that he lost. But how did you—”

“A Sorcerer never reveals his secrets.” He teased me with a cheeky wink. “And unfortunately for him, my (Y/n) is smart to know who the true Stephen Strange is.” Stephen said.

“Your (Y/n)?” I questioned.

“Urm not that you’re my possession or anything god no! I mean, what I meant was you are your own person but uhh—I’m not making this better, am I?” I softly chuckled and kissed his cheek.

“I get what you mean.” A soft smile spread across his face. “Does…..this mean you’ll try to stop comparing me to Christine?”

“I promise. I don’t know why it took me losing you to some psycho-obsessive version of me to realize just how different yet important you are in my life. I know I’ve got some serious making up to do, but I am truly sorry (Y/n). And I hope you can forgive me, or at least give me another chance?”

“You maybe an asshole at times, but you’re my asshole.” We both chuckled before he returned to me my heart.  After that we immediately kissed each other and held each other tightly.

*Stephen’s POV*

That night as we lay in bed together (Y/n) had long fallen fast asleep but I wanted to keep watch over her.  Not only to see that this was real, but to also ensure that she was going to be safe.  From the full moon I saw a small shape come at our window and the sound of a meow was at the window.

It was Demeter, and judging by the tail flickering the way it was and the way her ears were, she was not happy with me.  Slowly I got out of bed and went to the window and opened it up.

“Hello again.” A deep but soft growl came out of her.  “I’m sorry I threw you at him. At the other Strange. It was the only thing I could think of to distract him to save (Y/n). Can you forgive me?” her narrowed eyes softened and her pupils grew in a more friendlier manner.

Her ears were now fully erect and her tail wasn’t flickering as much as she now began to purr.  I slowly reached my hand out and she headbutted my fingers before giving my wrist an affectionate lick.  I picked her up and carried her over to our bed and she immediately began to spin around and kneed right near (Y/n)’s feet before letting out a yawn.

I got under the covers and held (Y/n) close to me right as Demeter lay there in what (Y/n) and America refer to a cat’s ‘bread loaf’ style. Her purrs had gotten louder as she closed her eyes and fell asleep right at our feet.  I lay my head against the pillows but buried my face into (Y/n)’s hair taking in her scent.

She was back with me, and I won’t risk losing her again even by my own hand.  

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[zibus]

Ranking all the Straw Hat Pirates by timeskip redesign.

Luffy - Captain

Probably the simplest redesign, which makes sense considering his the main character and face of the franchise. Gotta make sure he's instantly recognizable. The yellow scarf adds some nice color balance with the iconic straw hat. The longer, flared sleeves brings some more attention to his arms - the focus of his fighting style, and having it unbuttoned by default highlights his only real physical change -broader and more ripped.

The most drastic change is, of course, the scar. X-mark, skull and crossbones comparisons for sure, but more importantly it highlights the trouble and danger he endured in the 1st part of the show. This protagonist normally defined by his unfapability has been marked. Ace is dead -and he's never going to let that happen again.

8/10 - simple, effective, but not a show stopper

Zero - Swordsman

Again, biggest physical change is the scarring, highlighting the increadible pain and hardship Zoro has endured following Luffy and pursuing his dream. Really leaning hard into the green, but the purple belt is a nice touch. I imagine there's some cultural symbolism with this particular cloak that I'm missing. My guess is that it's supposed to invoke historic samurai dress, but I'm not sure. Either way, it's a decent look on him.

5/10 - good, but pretty similar to before and too much green for me. I prefer the old look slightly

Usopp - Sniper

By far the biggest glow up, Usopp goes from being a scrawny teen to a young man. The big bushy hair behind and little goatee are fantastic. The suspenders and new paints keep him looking silly, but add more color than before and the bell of the pant legs match his toned, broader chest. The new hat mimics Luffy's, and Usopp's continued insistence that he's the captain.

10/10 - no notes

Sanji - Cook

The hair is a bit messier, more emo/punk with the covered eye switching sides. The little chinstrap is a nice way of aging him up a bit, but what really sells it is the angularity of the face now. Clothing wise not much has changed, keeping the double-breasted suit. A subtler change to how his drawn is he slouched back less, making him feel a bit more imposing.

6/10 - not too much change, but I like it better than Zoro's

Nami - Navigator

Nami's outfits change the most of any character, so I'll focus on physical changes. There are two - hair and boobs. I like boobs as much as the next guy, tho I think the show uses them for jokes too often with the new design. Still, the hair is excellent and combined they do help make her look older, more confident and assured in her skill.

7/10 - again, not a lot of change, but the simple ones here do change how the character feels

Chopper -Doctor

Biggest change for Chopper is the hat. I liked the way the top hat provided a different shape/silhouette, so the big round one doesn't do it for me. I do really like the colors on it, tho I wished they matched more with his shirt and pants. Still, it looks good, and his ears sticking out is a really cute touch.

I like how he's shown to have aged more in some of his other forms. I especially like this moment from their reintroduction when he meets Nami and Usopp in reindeer mode.

The much larger antlers, the more pronounced chest and fir look great. I kinda wish they'd made his regular form a little more aged as well.

6.5/10 - neutral on most of the changes, but I don't dislike any of them outright

Robin - Archeologist

As with Nami, Robin changes outfits frequently. Unlike Nami, Robin is already an adult when pre-timeskip, so there's very little physical growth left for her. The biggest change is her haircut, which is a really subtle, but nice difference. She's finally started to heal from her childhood trauma and a lifetime of being constantly alone and on the run now that she's joined the crew. Her hair reflects that, leaving her childhood bangs and diy-looking crop behind.

7/10 -subtle, but good (also she's my fave so I'm biased)

Franky - Shipwright

How the might have fallen. It's too busy. The original design is so good in its simplicity. Here things like the leg bits distract from the rest of the design. I do like how the seems make it look like he literally added stuff onto his torso section, rather than grow naturally. The shoulder balls and square arms are too much, especially together. I think I could have gotten behind more square arms as an interesting silhouette change, but combined with the silly shoulder balls its too much - tho the mechanical joints at the shoulders are a good touch. Last, they removed his hair! That doo is almost the most iconic part of his original look! You can't just shave him! Make it bigger and weirder if you want to change it that badly, but you can't shave my man! Now he looks like a marine. At least he got to keep the sunglasses.

3/10 - I do like how this new design highlights his cyborg nature more, but I wish he'd had an aesthetics advisor while performing his upgrades.

Brook - Musician

As an animated skeleton, can't really change anything physically so they went all out with a change of clothes. While I think the crown is a little much and lo9ks pretty silly, I do like the rest of his outfit. It's loud and ostentatious as befitting a skeleton musician. The frilly boa helps to extend the fluffy afro a bit more into his design, but he keeps the old timey suit and cravat. He is, indeed, a man out of time.

7/10 - good, but not as much going on thematically as Luffy's

Overall: 6.5/10 - All but one of the cast looks better, but most of them are only marginal improvements. Still, some really standout ones as well.

#one piece #one piece timeskip #long post

[izayoichan]

Would love to know more about Flynn and Fannar, since I've been more up-to-date with Christian and Hayden in the past. For both, questions 1 until 11, and 18,19,20 :3

(if they've already been asked, just ignore my ask :p)

What is their color palette: Flynn: I guess a mix of black and green, it fits with me somewhat odd skin color I got from my mom, and colors I like. Fannar: I am more leaning toward white, blue, light blue.. lighter colors, and grey because it reminds me of my twin's skin color. - chuckles- Flynn: Your pants do not mimic my skin color!

What does your OC's handwriting look like? Flynn: My dad forced me to learn proper writing, telling me something along the lines I would not be a Vet that was called and asked what I wrote to one of the clients.. so mine has become a fairly pretty loop script I think it is called (google said so!) Fannar: Mine is unreadable, I am the doctor River hates -grins at his twin's chuckle.- I always used to type on a computer, like my dad, so my handwriting is just crap.

What architectural or design aesthetic would best suit them? Flynn & Fannar: Cottagecore -looks at each other and laughs-

If your OC likes art, talk about which piece they like. Fannar: Ehm.. -looks at Flynn that shrugs their shoulders- I admit, I am not that into art, I grew up with movies and music. If we call music art, I would say, Beethoven, I like their sonatas. Flynn: Basically the same here, no one took us to watch art as kids, so if anything it would be classical music, and Beethoven for me too.

The rest will be under a line, it gets long!

5. What Character from Myth or a Farietale beast best represents them? Fannar: Well.. we are both dragons, but, hmh... Flynn: It's oddly hard to say when your brain just goes, But I am one? I guess we represent ourselves? Fannar: Dragons it is!

6.If your OC was a character in a novel from a literary canon, who would they be: (I honestly read the wiki link more times than I care to admit, and I am still stumped, so I choose some character from book series I know.. ) Flynn: Bjørn Belto I think for you. Smart fellow, symbols, math, books. Fannar: Nathaniel from The legend of the ice people. Just generally too nice, and much much stronger than you seem.

7. If your oc could meet any historical or past figure either in the real world or their own canon lore who would it be? Flynn & Fann: See who our grandfather was before he became a reaper. -looks at the other and chuckles- We'd like to know that part.

8.If yourOC were to live in any other time period, which era would they be best suited for? Fannar: Hmh.. Medieval times I think for me. Dragons were known back then if you believe the lore. Flynn: Eh, I dunno, I think I fit best where I am, but well old egypt I think I'd do okay in.

9.If your OC was to imagine their idyllic life, what would that be like? Fannar: With Arlo, back at the cottage and near the lake that was there, watching the star. Simple life with rabbits and some chickens and a small country clinic. Flynn: I guess for me it would be much the same, a bigger house, and no clinic, just working at the two shelters. Simple life really, no big things or so.

10. What piece of moody poetry or novel quote best encompasses your character. Flynn: "Fiction is the truth inside the lie." Fannar: "And I'd choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I'd find you and I'd choose you."

11. Who is your muse's muse? (Who inspires them/drives them) -They point at each other- Flynn: Its always been like this, we always had this between us. Fannar: Yeah, other than that, I think I'd say grandpa Hayle, for holding the family together in the worst time. Flynn: Agreed.

18. What is the one thing that they only let those closest to them see? Flynn: Ehm... anger and frustration I think. (he may not show much of it.. yet, but minor spoiler, it will happen) Fannar: Fear. - they look at their twin.- With all that happened, fear is a thing I learned to keep in check, to keep myself safe.

19. How would their life be different if they never met their partner. Flynn: Ehm.. I wouldn't have been bound to an angry dragon for years, other than that I think my life would be pretty much the same. I might of course have been with someone else. Fannar: Oh wow, very different I think... I wouldn't be missing for years, and almost dead when I came back. I would have stayed here, and trained to be a doctor..

20. What was the moment at which they knew they were in love, or was it a slow buildup. Fannar: I knew the moment I met Arlo, I felt at home, a pull to him that could not be ignored. Flynn: It dawned on me slowly, I admit I half thought it was the bond between us aft first, but seeing who this dangerous dragon once was, and seeing what was still there, under all those layers, it became a thing. I guess it fully dawned on me when we were attacked, and I sat with Brooke.

thank you for asking! I hope I did the questions justice! ❤

#oc stuff #wow these were somewhat tricky to answer #sorry it became a long thing #it was a bit of fun making them answeer #I just hope my norwegian mind understood some of the quesitons #if not #imaging they didn't either!

[hellaverse-critical-confessions]

Hey what about these demons?

They are my favs

I would show more but tumblr does not allow

Oh yeah, absolutely! I was gonna go over the sea critter demons in subsequent posts... but I guess I could leave some thoughts here-

I have no idea what these two are but they're Very Silly. The big ole ruffles and hats/sleeves contrasting their skeletal bodies give them a fun look. Guessing they're from Greed, since it's also green and circus themed? But they don't resemble any kind of hellborn demon we know, nor are they sinners, since those can't access other rings. I think that means there are a lot more local species in Hell than we've been shown! (Still waiting to see those "possessors" whose existence was suggested on the mafia sharks ref sheet. There's also "dealmakers", I think? We're on to season two and stuff like this is still super unclear. Pretty sad.)

This is Limón and I love him. He looks so chill. The type of guy you'd smoke weed with. You can observe another case of "compulsively giving characters chokers" syndrome but he makes it work. And I like his hairstyle too. In conclusion, he's a cutie.

I just can't understand the people simping over Chaz when this dude is literally right here. I mean, c'mon.

(My only gripe is the fleshy gap around his arm like a chewed apple core. It makes him look... zombie-like? Bones occasionally sticking out of shark demons is one thing, but this makes him appear less demonic and more undead. Also raises all sorts of questions.)

Fella on the right is Turkoyz and they're nonbinary! Ain't that nice representation. Especially when it's a background character you'll miss entirely if you blink at the wrong time and has no in-episode indication of their identity whatsoever.

...Okay, that was salty. I just feel like, for a queer show, they could use to have at least one openly nonbinary character.

But I like their design. Funky stripes and color scheme. Nice tank top and collar. As for the jellyfish, they're cool and delightfully creature-like, but there happens to be another jellyfish demon that I prefer...

I just think she's adorable. The flower is... a bit weird, with the pentagram detail (it's small, yet intricate, which makes it stand out amidst the otherwise broad and simple shapes), but she's just an armless girlie in a big ole ball of jelly, with tiny horns. Which is so real of her. I also like the purple.

Ah, Alessio. The guy everyone and their grandmother ships with Crimson. I think he's alright. Colors are alright, shapes are alright. (The red was inevitable.) Dude's got neck for days, too, which makes him stand out.

Took me way too long to realize that the tapeworm protrusions on his tail are actually a hook lodged into it. Distracted me for a hot moment, but I suppose it's fine.

Stu also has the red. I'm a bit "meh" on that particular red with his pinkish skin, but I do appreciate him overall. He's a succubus hybrid, which is neat. However he should NOT have hair. It looks so weird. Let him be bald.

Cool clowns! I like their desaturated outfits. First one is very shaped with the curves vs triangles. I worry for the second one, though... where are your feet?!

And Stella's rich asshole friends. Felt compelled to not separate the pair, partly because I like the lady's curves (she's not big, but just about the closest we'll get) and the sort of Cleopatra hairdo she has going on. In any case she's more refined looking than the guy, who's quite scruffy and gangly, but fun nonetheless. (Not as fun to animate, I imagine, with that many individual feathers... good thing he only gets a handful of shots to his name.)

#confession #? #more like #asks answered #I have fun with these can you tell #helluva boss

[hotd-fic]

(forgot to add in this part Aegon is 2 )

Hey I have some editing today (08/12/22]

This is place when people are speaking in high valerion.

(part one. Not fully sure how to link things yet)

Unwanted Daughter.

She wakes up to a knock on her door. Alessya gets out of bed and slowly opens it. She saw two maids with a green dress. 

"umm, that's not mine." 

"yes, Princess, it is a gift from the Queen."

Alessya paused, remembering her father's rants about the Queen. He hated her more than Mother, and she wore green, the color of the Hightowers. 

"That is very nice of the Queen to respect my late mother; I was going to wear a dress she gifted me before she died." 

The maids' eyes widen. They didn't know about your mother's death or thought you were crazy for saying no to the Queen.

"I am sure my step Mother would understand. Ladies, why don't you help Princess Alessya get ready for breakfast with us as one family " haha, she did like this one; she was funny. 

"I am going to guess you are the famous Princess Rhaenrya, my father's favorite," she spoke with a smirk.

Rhaenyra smiled, laughing off, Alessya's comment. "haha, I like you, yes I am Rhaenrya, and I guess I could be" 

The two princesses walk together to breakfast. There was a seat next to Otto and one next to Daemon free. 

"You sit next to my father. I know you want to, " Alessya whispered so only Rhaenyra could hear. The poor Princess's cheeks blushed as she nodded and walked over, taking a seat. Alessya could feel the Queen's eye's on her. She quickly looks at Alicent.

"I must thank you, My Grace, for the lovely free you sent for me. But I don't mean to offend you, but this dress was a gift from my Mother before she died. So I am wearing it in her honor. I hope you understand." giving a slight bow before taking her seat. 

"Well, Princess Alessya, I think you look lovely in that dress; your Mother chose a beautiful dress for you. You do well honoring her; I am sure my daughter understands." The man beside her spoke. His brown eyes look into hers. She knew he was Otto Hightower, the king's hand but nothing more. Well, apart from how much her Father hates him.  She couldn't help but blush at the man's words.

went over two the other two dragons they were visiting.  

They went over and did the same with Syrax; even Otto went over and said Hallo to the giant dragon.

Next to Syrax was a giant dragon. Syrax was already big enough to carry two riders. But this other dragon was a good bit bigger. Not as big as, say, Vhagar, Maybe a little bigger than Daemons dragon.

Alessya saw the beauty of a dragon standing tall. Bright yellow eyes. Her dragon had a mix of dark blue and purple scales. Its face was more of a wolf with small horns along the top of its head. 

"This is dreamfire; he is my dragon, I have had since birth. "

"Hello, my boy, this is my family; please be nice. The young one wanted to meet you." 

Alessya speaks in their mother tongue to her dragon as she rubs her has against the snot, and Dreamfire rubs back and puffs out happily at his rider. Rhaenrya looked for permission to come over to say hi, at Alessya nodded. She slowly came over and stroked the dragon.

Aegon was next; Deamfire bent her head down for the young boy. Who giggled when Dreamfire puffed her smoke into him, causing his hair to go everywhere. 

"We ride, " Aegon's little voice came out, looking at his grandsire. 

"Rhaenrya can take Aegon, and you can come with me, Lord Hand. It will be so fun " Alessya had a smile on her face, a real one-time. She loved riding on Dreamfire. She looked at Otto with pleading eyes. She seems to Aegon, who is doing the same. So she picks him up, both of them pleading with Otto with their eyes. 

"Now that is not fair, Princess; how I meant to say no to the pair of you when you both looked at me like that." 

He knows this will do him good if he goes on one of the beasts with her. She will trust him more. Rheanrya might even see him in a new light as well.

He knows this will do him good if he goes on one of the beasts with her. She will trust him more. Rheanrya might even see him in a new light as well.

Agreeing to ride with Alessya and Aegon with Rhaenrya as long as he is chained in, then yess, they can go. Rhaenrya called for people to help. Before he knows it, he is sitting behide Alessya on her design.

"you can hold my waist, Lord Hand, for balance, of course. "

He doesn't wait for a second, holding into her waist. He takes a breath as he hears at the same time Rhaenrya and Alessya both say 

Fly.

With that, he closes his eyes, and they take off. He slowly opens his eyes, and he can't believe it. He is in the sky.

(not the dragons in the story just thought it would be nice to add )

#daemon targaryen #otto hightower #original character #viserys i targaryen #rhaenyra targaryen #house of the dragon #Otto Hightower x Original character #dragons #bad parent Deamon #alicent hightower #aegon ii targaryen

[voyage-inferno]

1. WHAT IS YOUR NAME?: "I'm Benny!"

2. WHAT IS YOUR REAL NAME?: "Um,, Bennett? If you want all the last names, we'll be here a while."

3. DO YOU KNOW WHY YOU’RE CALLED THAT?: "Bennett apparently means 'blessing', so I think it was because I survived getting to the guild?"

4. ARE YOU SINGLE OR TAKEN?: "Single!"

5. WHAT ARE YOUR POWERS AND ABILITIES?: "Oh I'm Pyro!! I use it to heal, or I coat my blade in it for extra umph! I also know how to pop back dislocated stuff on myself! If that counts?"

6. WHAT COLOR ARE YOUR EYES?: "Green!"

7. HAVE YOU EVER DYED YOUR HAIR?: "Not on purpose. It could be fun though!! Maybe I should try blue,,"

8. DO YOU HAVE ANY FAMILY MEMBERS?: "Oh tons!! I have all my dads, Fischl, Kaeya, Kathryne-" he keeps going.

9. DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS?: "If artificial seelie count, then yeah! I've had some pets."

10. TELL ME ABOUT SOMETHING YOU DON’T LIKE: "Spicy foods. And I'm mad about it. You're telling me, I can't eat something delicious because it'll try to eat me back?? Now THAT is a cruel curse."

11. DO YOU HAVE ANY HOBBIES OR ACTIVITIES YOU DO IN YOUR SPARE TIME?: "Other than adventuring? Well, I like playing tcg, maybe that counts? Or hanging out in the archives- I like to experience stuff for myself, but when a fresh account of somewhere I can't go comes in, it's worth sitting for a second to read it!"

12. HAVE YOU EVER HURT ANYONE BEFORE?: ",,I mean, yeah? Treasure hoarders are people too."

13. HAVE YOU EVER… KILLED ANYONE?: "....Why would you ask that?"

14. WHAT KIND OF ANIMAL ARE YOU?: "?!" Well that's a shift. "Uh, I'm a human.? I guess it'd be cool to be a dragon or something?"

15. NAME YOUR WORST HABITS: "I guess I can name them? Steve, Arnold, Banana, Sandwichmaster, Rose, Pigeon, uhhh, and Cloudy. Those are all names."

16. DO YOU LOOK UP TO ANYONE?: "Anyone taller than me! Heh, uh, yeah my parents, Guild Branch Master Cyrus, Kaeya and Acting Grandmaster Jean in the knights, Chongyun- he's the exorcist from Liyue- and some other people too!"

17. GAY, STRAIGHT, OR BISEXUAL?: "I mean, there's more than that? I guess I'm closest to Bi though. Why?"

18. DO YOU GO TO SCHOOL?: "If,, homeschooling counts?"

19. DO YOU EVER WANT TO MARRY AND HAVE KIDS SOMEDAY?: "It could be nice- but probably a bad idea for me and them."

20. DO YOU HAVE ANY FANS?: "I'm not rich enough for that kind of thing. I did buy one of those handheld ones though? Kinda nice in a pinch to cool off."

21. WHAT ARE YOU MOST AFRAID OF?: "..These are weird, I'm sorry. Clown with a claymore." Partial lie.

22. WHAT DO YOU USUALLY WEAR?: "My uniform and goggles."

23. DO YOU LOVE SOMEONE?: "Yeah"

24. WHAT CLASS ARE YOU?: "..Lower middle? Maybe? Or do you mean in ttrpgs? Because there is a bard build I want to try out-"

25. HOW MANY FRIENDS DO YOU HAVE?: "I don't really know. I feel like I have a lot, but I'd have to ask them if they feel the same way."

26. WHAT ARE YOUR THOUGHTS ON PIE?: "It's good! Savory, sweet, bread outside that protects the wet stuff from flies, it's a good idea! Some people even turn the top part into art, which is amazing."

27. FAVORITE DRINK?: "Berry & Mint Burst. Or Birch Sap? Honestly even just lemonade is nice, especially with ice."

29. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE PLACE?: "Anywhere where I'm happy. Guess I don't have one? Or more like, there are too many. I've got hideaways that I like a little extra though."

30. ARE YOU INTERESTED IN SOMEONE?: "..Romantically? I don't know, honestly. Feelings like that are always confusing."

31. WOULD YOU RATHER SWIM IN THE LAKE OR THE OCEAN?: "The lake! Mostly because lakes don't get riptides.. probably."

32. WHAT’S YOUR ‘TYPE’?: "Someone I feel like I can trust. Who loves me, flaws and all, and who's entirety of person I can feel love right back to. Also preferably someone who I can travel with! The world's too big not to explore!!"

33. ANY FETISHES?: "That's,, not really something you ask a stranger? Actually most of these questions aren't-"

35. CAMPING, OR INDOORS?: "In what context? I don't want to be fighting monsters indoors, but I think that sleeping in a real bed sometimes is good for your back."

36. ARE YOU WAITING FOR THIS INTERVIEW TO BE OVER?: "Yeah. I'm sorry, it's just gotten kinda weird? Hope the rest of your day is nice."

Tagged by: @mmriesoftvat (thanks a ton!!)

Tagging: @ironbloodcd, @frozenambiguity, @freshsprout, and anyone else who wants to!

#[keep your light burning {bennett}] #[don't stop the par tay!! (dash games)] #[book of scars (headcanons)]