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polarisjisung · 3 months

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cherry flavoured

16— FIRST SNOW

SYNOPSIS: y/n, the campuses notorious heartbreaker, had never been one to settle down, running from the word commitment since the concept had first been introduced to her, but one smile and a little cherry coke seems to do just the trick when she runs into captain of the dance team, park jisung

PAIRING: dancer!jisung x fem!reader

WARNINGS: swearing, mentions of stalking but its a joke, REAL shitty friendship dynamics yeri, I have no concept of using capital letters consistently 💀

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A gentle pink hue took over jisung's cheeks, the cool air hitting his face as they walked in silence, a comfortable silence full of content and warmth

There's a soft smile decorating his features, brown eyes crinkled with adoration at the sight of the happy skips from y/n a couple steps ahead of him, her teeth on show in an honest, genuine smile that radiated enough warmth for his own heart to skip a beat

"that was seriously like the best ramen I've ever had" she beams from ahead of him, her scarf hitting her in the face as she was spinning around, a soft pout taking over her lips— jisung couldn't help but illicit a quick laugh, like always it comes from deep within his chest and has a certain bass to it that has y/n's cold fingers turning warm

"I told you love, I'm a ramen expert" jisung catches up to the girl, taking a moment to adjust the scarf around her neck

"hmm I'm not super convinced though ji" she let's her eyes fall into his with ease, a teasing glint in her eye that seems to be enhanced by the orange glow of the streetlights surrounding the two of them, jisung chuckles, letting his arms fall to his side as he stares down at the perfect bow he'd tied from the chunky scarf around her neck

"I guess I'll just have to keep making you ramen until you believe me then huh?" he reassures through a gummy smile, a sudden speck of white falling atop his lip causing him to scrunch his nose in confusion

"it's snowing" the girl exclaimed cheerfully, closing her eyes and clasping her hands together with hope radiating from her every action

"make a wish ji, its the first snow of the year"

really, jisung didn't believe in wishes over shooting stars or snow but the sweet tone of the redheads voice and the shimmer in her eyes forces him to follow suit in her actions and make his own wish, the snowflakes still pouring down on the two of them, now more frequent as the white begins to settle against the ground

despite seeming tired a few moments ago, now y/n seems full of energy as she crouches down to scoop up a handful of snow, forming it into the rough shape of a sphere, giggling to herself at the foreign feeling of a cold wetness coating her palms

"you're not very good at this love" jisung finds himself kneeling beside her, finding some level of hilarity in the fact that the mass of snow was barely a ball and seemed a little more elliptical than he supposed it should have

"I've never built a snowman before" she pouts and jisung can't help but find the news shocking, reaching out to grab some of the snow behind him before adding it to the oval shaped ball

"let me help"

"well I sure hope you weren't expecting me to do all the hard work pretty boy" she smiled up at him, enthusiastic as ever and jisung felt his cheeks ache from the way they'd been curved up all this time, though he couldn't find it in himself to let them rest at their usual straight faced position

"you have a pretty smile you know" she added, like it was the most casual thing to say, patting the white ball of snow in front of her down so it was more compact

jisung gulped, finding it difficult to accept the compliment despite not wanting to seem rude and suddenly there was a newfound stiffness to his movements that y/n was yet to notice, concentrated on creating a second smaller sphere to place on top of the current that lay in front of her

"I always wanted to build a snowman when i was younger" she sighed, bittersweet memories flooding her mind, "I would beg my parents every time it snowed, even if it was just a little and the snow didn't settle, to build one with me but they'd always say no"

her words are followed by an almost self pitiful laugh, and y/n hates that she let's her own thoughts get the best of her, focusing her attention back onto the brunette beside her

"jisung?" the boy hums in response, still not having recovered from her earlier words

"huh? oh sorry" he shakes his head slightly, fluffy hair blowing in the wind before settling over his forehead again "how come they said no?"

the girl shrugged, "you know those super workaholic type parents?" jisung nods "well I guess they were like that so they were always too busy to waste time playing outside with me"

"what about your brother?" there's a genuinely inquisitive tone that takes over jisungs voice as he continues to gather snow with his eyes glued to the girl beside him that causes her heart to swell

more than anything, y/n was surprised that jisung had remembered anything about her having a brother considering she'd only bought him up once, regardless she smiles at the thought of her sibling, shrugging again

"he always got sick easily, one time we made snow angels and he was sick for weeks" the memory is a fond one, y/n smiling at the thought before turning to face jisung again "so I guess I just wasn't lucky when it came to snowmen"

jisung nods, taking a moment to think to himself before speaking again

"next time it snows, let's make a bigger one"

the two stare down at the mini snowman in front of them, placing two twigs into the sides for arms and two pebbles for the eyes, y/n turning to jisung

"is that a promise?"

"if you want it to be"

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teencopandthesourwolf · 9 months

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THINGS THAT HAPPEN IN EVERY EPISODE OF TEEN WOLF EVER

part ii (part i HERE)

coach finstock philosophy being the thing that actually fixes you

a soundtrack that consists of the sort of music that makes you wish you were no longer alive, plus (ironically) the excellent song lose your soul by dead man's bones

jeff davis forgetting character's ages and back stories and sometimes the characters themselves (fuck you forever for kira, jeff, you massive poopy head)

jeff davis forgetting the plot

jeff davis forgetting the fact that nobody likes him

tuning in for sterek and staying for sterek even when jeff davis stops giving the sterek scenes together, and staying for sterek even after one half of sterek leaves, in the hope that the half of sterek who left will one day return so you can keep on watching for sterek even though sterek is not even canon and you know inherently it never will be

brilliantly appalling special FX

meredith having even crazier eyes than the character from the show orange is the new black who has crazy eyes and is actually named crazy eyes

tyler hoechlin hands down having the best spine-tingling-hairs-standing-up-on-the-back-of-your-neck werewolf roar of any werewolf on any film or tv show about werewolves ever FIGHT ME

queer allegory my beloved <3

isaac inexplicably wearing a scarf all-year-round

all the characters bar derek (only bc it's hard to get it wrong with a henley and black jeans which is all he ever wears apart from the one-time crimson thumbhole shirt that was inspired drip) having honestly the worst fucking dress sense

jackson being the angriest most brilliantly hammy antagonist ever with the best facial expressions known to humankind who ends up evolving into the most adorable gayest gay to ever gay living his best life in londonia with his lovely boyfriend ethan where they are now both runway models for jean paul gaultier (who everybody knows is a french werewolf from way back when in the la bête du gévaudan era)

getting the feeling you should be doing absolutely anything else with your time instead of watching these idiots yet being completely addicted to loving this penny and dime clown show more than you love your own nearest and dearest

VOID STILES BEING A 1000 YEAR OLD FOX DEMON THAT MAKES YOU HARD

having the constant need to shake scott vigorously because he is the funko pop! bobble head we all know and are forced to tolerate

chris argent being such a cringe over-the-top-gun-toting-who's-your-daddy-badass that he somehow actually manages to circle back around to being rad af

chris argent being so real and a dilf

none of the characters ever talking about the fact that scott's dad was an abusive arsehole apart from stiles because stiles is a champion amongst men who makes sure to tell scott's dad between scenes that his head looks like a cross between a crescent moon and a foot

every single character on the show knowing that there is not a hint of a shadow of a doubt that derek and stiles are doin the narsty—even the off-camera characters we never get to meet are always congregating on the reg in the grocery store or the coffee shop or the WSWA (We See Werewolves Anonymous) bi-weekly meetings and are all like "you know that furious-looking autistic dude with the spectacular monobrow whose eyes are sometimes definitely way too blue? and the noodly peewee herman MIT ADHD kid with the duct tape jeep whose dad is the sheriff of this fictional town none of us live in? they are definitely fucking omg."

each and every school lesson we see scott and stiles attending actually being a top secret pentagram level mission impossible code for whatever supernatural shit is about to go down in beacon hills that day

outing you as the monsterfucker you really are LMFAO

(find part i HERE)

#teen wolf truthing #the saga continues #show of all time #my beloved <3 #teen wolf #sterek #every teen wolf episode ever part ii #tcats posts #a wolf and his queueman

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fever-project · 2 months

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All the LU Warriors headcanons I’m seeing in the tags makes me want to share my own so uh, have them.

He rarely talked for most of his life. He never really wanted to after puberty hit, he didn’t like how his voice sounded. So he barely interacted with anyone that wasn’t his immediate family. After the war started, however, he wanted to talk more. Even though Proxi could talk for him-which he was very grateful for-he wanted to be able to voice his own opinions by himself.

Speaking of immediate family, he currently has none. He and Linkle are not biologically related, but after the war they now consider themselves to siblings. Linkle’s older by two days.

Wars has a thing for his Zelda(I’m not calling her Artemis I do not like that name for her)but he hasn’t made any moves yet. He gets nauseous whenever he thinks about dating in any kind(mainly Cia’s fault). Zelda respects this, and doesn’t show that she has any romantic feelings about him whatsoever because she doesn’t want to scare him. Wars just thinks his love is one sided, making him wanting to ask her out even less. Linkle’s trying her best to help them out, but she hasn’t been successful yet.

Enough about love, because Wars is a-spec. He’s somewhere on there, I know it. Definitely not me projecting.

Wars loves clothing and the occasional dressing up. He never tells anyone this, but everyone during the war knew it. He got the others to participate too.

Legend once sarcastically criticized Wars’ fashion choice and he changed into his Koholint Hero’s Clothes for a week. Wars did not tell him why he did or what the clothes were called, but Wars felt so proud of himself. Legend just thought he was just making fun of him for his pink hair or something.

Wants to tell Legend so bad about Marin, but Marin probably told him that if he ever meets her Link, to not tell him he met her. She didn’t want to give him any hope that they’ll meet again, because they won’t.

Wars loves fairies. He loves them so much. He loves feeding them, dressing them up, taking care of them, all of that. Fairies love him too, because he tries to feed them whenever the chain isn’t looking. He tries to make sure that no one else knows, since he thinks it’s a bit embarrassing.

Wars wants to use everyone’s items one day. He had so much fun using the Spinner during the war, not to mention the Fire Rod. But he never really asks, since he doesn’t wants to come off as weird.

The ends of his scarf/cape thing used to be red, like in the game, but the dye faded after a few years. He tried to redye it, but it didn’t really work.

He was the captain of his own, specific group consisting of the wayward warriors from across time. They all did interact with regular soldiers, but they mostly worked with just each other and looked to Wars to guide them. Since he usually only command with these guys so I guess he was more of a lieutenant? Idk how ranks work tbh. Nevertheless, he was always called captain by the others, since most of them didn’t really know how ranks worked either. Captain just seemed to fit him. The others who did know about ranks just went along with calling him captain.

Impa helped him so much you have no idea. He was a pretty good leader by himself, but he always appreciated the help.

Both dislikes Tingle and is eternally confused by him. And disturbed. Can’t bring himself to hate him though.

Wars knows things. He’ll nod his head along whenever Time or Wind tell the group their stories, he’s heard them all before anyhow. He does the same with Legend, Sky, and Twilight when they share as well, since he’s heard a lot from their friends. He usually pretends that he doesn’t know anything, however. He’s just nodding along to nod along.

Wars hasn’t told Sky that he met Fi before yet. He doesn’t want to give him any false hope that she’ll wake up again.

he hopes that she’ll wake up too.

Wars doesn’t really understand Four’s negative view of dark magic, or anyone’s negative view of dark magic. A few of his items has a dark attribute, he’s worked with people who had dark magic(like midna), and he’s taken care of dark fairies. Dark magic is just like fire or water magic to him, it’s another type of magic that just so happens to be used by bad guys a lot.

Wars gets along pretty well with Twilight. I’d like to think he’s close with everybody, and besides Time and Wind(and the more teasing relationship with Legend) Twilight’s up there. Probably tied with Sky.

Probably interacts with Hyrule, Wild, and Four the least, compared to others. They all get along, but he almost never actively searches for them to hang out.

Very vague whenever he talks about his adventure. Usually just says something about the war and refuses to elaborate. Everyone’s usually fine with this since most of them do the same thing, but he’s dramatic about it.

#linked universe #lu headcanons #lu warriors #linked universe headcanons #linked universe warriors #fever rambles #im trying so hard to not put in stuff from my own linkmeets wars #I have two different ones and they are both different from each other and from LU wars so trying to keep all my thoughts about them separat #is a bit of a pain lol #but all wars no matter how I look at it loves fairies and I will gladly die on this hill

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spevvy · 3 months

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Although the fact I finally leapt on the CNCO train almost four weeks to the day after they officially split up is 100% on brand for my rotten luck, I'm very fortunate to have ADHD and so I have spent the last four weeks trying to cram 8 years' worth of fandom into my brain, with a level of success that has impressed even myself.

Things that especially give me extra dopamine about these doofuses:

. We don't have time for all the things I love about that idiot Vélez but I'll come back to him in a moment. In any case, let me tell you, he's such an amazing human being that I'm not 100% sure he's even real.

Stop it this instant please (don't you dare)

. Watching the official videos and still being constantly astounded at Rich's wardrobe. This is split into two levels of incredulity—a) "What the bleedin ell has he got on this time?!", and b) "There wasn't enough budget for a shirt for the poor sod again, eh?" (NB: There is rarely any budget for a shirt for Rich in any video, the poor love. Let Rich Be Warm™, FFS!) Both a) and b) are particularly evident in the Miami video, where the Rich's Shirt budget appeared to have been spent on a granny scarf. For his hair. Obvs. Because of course.

Legit son, what the fuck, did you lose a bet or something, lad?? 👀 It's like when Stewart Granger was in films in the 40s and 50s and he'd wear increasingly bonkers outfits scene after scene but he had absolutely zero confidence issues so he just owned everything like of COURSE he was gonna rock the hell out of it. Oh to have a thimbleful of Richard Camacho's self-confidence!!!!

. Every. Single. Time. I. See. Joel. Pimentel. De. León. The. Only. Thing. I. Can. Think. Is. "CABELLITO AZÚUUUUUULLLLL!!!!😭😭😭"

Never has the loss of a toy blue horse (is he just trying to not say My Little Pony, or???) ever been so heartbreaking to me 💔💔💔 Bless that small sweet boy, I just want to protect him, he takes up that one hidden sliver of maternal instinct I have lurking somewhere!! 🥹🥹🥹😭😭

. Chris' hair during the CNCO album era totally gives trans butch lesbian vibes. No I will not take questions on this. Yes I'm way more into it than I can possibly explain in polite company. Stop it, Christopher, I'm already bi. Totally here for my inadvertently genderfluid monarch.

I just want her to slam me into a wall and call me a good girl I don't know what to tell you.

. Erick Brian Colón is the visual representation of iron fist in velvet glove. He may have the face of a little angel and the biggest greenest most beautiful eyes since the invention of green - but that kid is brutal, folks!!! BRUTAL!!!!!!!!!!!

"Guess who just got MUUURRRDEEERRRRREEEDDD!"

. Two words. Lengua kiss.

Zab, sweetheart, you said it perfectly. You couldn't have improved upon it, thank you for blessing us with your lengua kisses, we are grateful.

. The amount of clever camera trickery and stage choreography involved in showing Chris actually dancing as little as possible. Before any of you come at me over this—I'm not saying Chris can't dance, I'm saying they cut around him and they do it consistently enough that it's hilariously obvious they're doing it. One of my favourite examples is in the Vevo Lite performance of Reggaetón Lento, where they just show his left elbow. Oh honey. (I marked it with a pointy finger to help you out)

I have a few theories about this but it's probably because his hips are so wiggly that if they showed them doing their thing on screen they couldn't have marketed the band to kids and that's a giant drop in revenue before they've even started. Not that I've made a study of his wiggly hips. Honestly.

. I have, however, made a very careful study of that lip-lick-into-lip-bite thing he does, and have come to the conclusion that HE is nsfw. Him. Himself. Alone. With no help. He just oozes it. Holy fudgeballs (probably). He's 100% that one guy who would openly flirt with an empty bag of crisps. "Hola, paquetito vacío de papas fritas, seguro que parece que ha pasado un tiempo desde que tuviste papas fritas dentro de ti..... te apetecería??!?!?" Seriously son, give it a rest, we're all pregnant now.

I swear to god you wouldn't be able to sit down for a fortnight. Fucking bloody hellfire. Is probably how it would be. OOOOFFFFFFFFF......

. I have literally lost count of how many times I've seen 4Ever in the last four weeks. I mean genuinely I cannot remember. I stopped counting at 12. There is no particular reason for this. I can't imagine anything that keeps my attention so solidly.

It's beautiful. I've been looking at this for five hours, now.

. "Que quiénes somos? YOU ALREADY KNOW!" My guys this has been my very problem with artists announcing themselves on their songs for at least the last decade, thank you for addressing the pointlessness of this activity but doing it anyway, I love you for it.

(Can he not? Does he ever take a day off??)

. Bringing back 90s boy band dancing with a level of aplomb I haven't witnessed since approximately 1998. And yes, I do remember. I was 15 in 1998, I was very much the target audience. Anyway, watch Mis Ojos Lloran Por Ti, it's the most authentically 90s thing I've seen since actual 90s boy band music videos.

White shirts AND white vests with black trousers in an abandoned building? ALL THEY NEED IS RAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Also the rap section of Mis Ojos Lloran Por Ti sounds EXACTLY like the rap section of Mysterious Girl by Peter Andre. It does. Go on, check for yourselves, I'm right about this.

. Tóxica. Just. Omg. Tóxica. It's beautiful. I dunno whose idea it was to do an acapella arrangement, but I hope they always hit the green light in traffic, because wow. What a song. (here it is if you're unfamiliar with CNCO, you've read this far, and you've never heard the song before. Even if you have, it's always worth another listen!)

Honestly it gives me proper goosebumps every single time, it's THE dopamine song for me, it just does all the things to my brain all at once. I was listening to all their songs on shuffle and all of a sudden I heard this one and I just stopped dead in my tracks like "holy SHIT what the hell....this is... this is stunning!" Like THAT was the moment I was like yep that's it folks this is MY band now, these are MY boys, they've got me for life whether they like it or not, I'm theirs, they're mine, that's how fangirls and musicians go, my guys (gender neutral).

. I am obviously not a native Spanish speaker nor am I 100% fluent in speaking, but after 4 weeks I've managed to learn a significant portion of their back catalogue and I am so goshdarned proud of myself. By comparison it's taken me about 5 years to learn most of Morat's back catalogue and I've been in the fandom since just before Balas Perdidas dropped.

Okay fine I have a whole different set of distractions with Morat (goddammit Monchi!!!!), we can't compare them, and it's not a "which band is better" thing at all cos I refuse to choose between any of my boys because they're MY BOYS. It's just nice from a personal viewpoint to feel like my Spanish level is now at a stage where I can pick up new lyrics to songs quite quickly!!! I feel like my Spanish has really improved in the last month and these doofuses are 100% to blame and I adore them for it and so many other things.

Suffice to say, I may be way too late to the party, but I think I get to be at least an honorary CNCOwner at this point. Without the smallest shred of doubt I know that I am retroactively CNCOwned, at any rate.

(ya tú sabes😉)

#Christopher Velez #Chris Velez #zabdiel de jesus #erick brian colon #joel pimentel #richard camacho #cnco #my poor everything #what even was my life befife December 14 2023?#i cant remember #it doesnt matter #nothing matters any more #everything is Christopher Briant Vélez Muñoz and nothing hurts #i love him your honor #he's just perfect #I feel like people might come at me over something here but its all with love folks #we'll see I guess #some of the gifs are mine but meh me da igual

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averagesadperson · 1 year

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Hello! First of all, I hope you are having an excellent day! Second, may I request some dating Macaque hcs?? Please and thank you!! ^^

Dating Macaque Headcanons~

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Notes: Hello!! Thank you so much for requesting, so sorry this took me so long, I've literally been writing this in a little notebook during my breaks at work lol

Hope this is to your liking, enjoy!

also, sorry if there's any spelling mistakes!

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To start off, I think we would all love to say dating Macaque would be sunshine and rainbows, he would love you and treat you perfectly

But let's be real here

Macaque is an asshole lmao

Even getting him to date you is a hassle itself

But let's not get into that atm

He loves you a lot, don't get me wrong, he just has a very, very hard time showing it

Depending where in the series we’re talking about it's going to be quite different, but let’s just assume this is after LBD, ‘kay?

‘Kay

During this time Macaque is a lot more likely to stay in one place with you

Yes, maybe that consists of him popping into your apartment every now and then, but you slowly start seeing things around your place that aren’t yours

Piles of clothes, food, a toothbrush, his scarf at one point, all that jazz

But, this domestic scene is very… forgein to him

He’ll gladly sit down and watch your favourite stupid, predictable TV show with you for hours, but he’ll critique it the entire time

He insists that he help you cook, even though he knows even less than you and it always turns out a mess

You don’t even have to ask him to go shopping with you, he’ll use his shadows to get there quickly but will just stand beside you as you shop, not helping whatsoever

As I said in the last post, Macaque is very touch starved

But he also hates it lol

He doesnt think he deserves your touches

You’re just so perfect, how could you ever be happy settling for him?

If your dating Macaque, you’ll definitely have to make a few changes in your day to day life

Starting with the physical changes

Not to you, of course

If you want him to sleep beside you you’ll have to push your bed against a wall if it isn’t already, or else he’s sleeping on the couch, peace out

You’ll have to get used to telling him where your going/where you are when not with him

Not in a creepy, possessive, stalker-y way, but because he’s the ‘Six Eared Macaque’, he’s got a lot of very old, and very powerful enemies

Granted, most of those enemies are on the good side and wouldn't stoop that low to get to him,,,,

Doesn't matter, he’s worried about you

Speaking of said heroes,

If you happen to be friends with MK and co. he’s not going to be very enthused

Especially if you talk to Wukong

Macaque wants to puke when you come home smelling like peaches

If you happen to run into them while with him, or they stop by while he’s there, things are going to be kinda awkward

Half of them are trying to talk to him, some are keeping a respectful distance, and some are glaring like he held them by the throat and forced them to take on this really obscure dangerous weapon that even its creator couldn't handle and that might have killed them and the entire world or sumthin

Idk

Anyway

HE’LL PUT ON SHADOW PLAYS FOR YOU!!!

He’ll teach you how to make certain shadow puppets, but like the normal way with your hands

His are always better but he has powers so it doesn't count

Before Macaque initiates any physical affection he will always ask

“Can I kiss you?” while holding your chin

“Can I hug you?” while physically holding himself from reaching for you

Along with that, he always makes sure you have a way out throughout everything

All you have to do is say ‘stop’ and he’ll pretend like it never happened

Macaque dreads the day you’ll finally wake up and realize you deserve so, so much better than him

He’s done despicable things in his long life, how can you love him knowing that? It’s really just a matter of time, he’s sure

But, even then, he’s going to savour every single moment he has with you

Macaque is just a little bit too selfish to have this end so soon

But, if you do decide to leave, he’ll let you

#lmk macaque x reader #macaque x y/n #macaque x reader #6 eared macaque #macaque headcanons #lmk macaque

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ohblackdiamond · 5 months

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msg and the end of the road

so many feelings, most of them mixed.

i love the thottest (not hottest) band in the world. i love the drama, the goofiness, the tragedy, the sheer unbridled capitalism, the homoeroticism, the utter stupidity. and i love most of all a version of the band that hasn't existed since i was ten years old.

i'm thirty-four.

i don't usually blog too much about my kiss experiences for a lot of reasons, one being that, oddly enough, it tends to feel a little too personal for a blog that's mostly shitposts and fanfic.

i enjoyed the nyc takeover/popup store (i'm not generally a merch person, but they had better designs overall than usual, including a great scarf that i'm sure is probably now up for hundreds on ebay)-- it was cool to see those kiss aspects on the street, on the metro cards, and on the empire state building. in person, i didn't feel it was quite as much of a takeover as was hyped, but that was to be expected in a city so gigantic and i have no complaints. it was cool just to have what was there, although i do wish i could've gotten a kiss cookie!

friday's show was pretty close up, which is always fun. i am basically always on stage left due to that being where paul will do his little ride to the b-stage. gene kept trying not to cry-- paul actually didn't seem that emotional. had a really lovely chat with the guy in the seat next to me (who was from the bronx) before the show started, about kiss and NYC in the seventies/eighties and today.

friday was not sold out.

second/last show was up quite a bit higher but was facing the stage-- overwhelming, not just from the emotions of it being the last show, and paul clearly doing the best he could, and gene clearly being about to cry the entire, entire time-- but also because i've just seldom gotten to see the whole stage from kiss before. the whole tableau out there is really fantastic. in all the times i've seen them, i had never even realized that paul's stage is lit up and has that star pattern before! i liked the somewhat cage effect going on during paul's b-stage bit.

i wasn't much for the interviews and so on beforehand-- criss angel in particular i wasn't a fan of. the part with the kids was okay. not really sure what was going on with the kiss kosplay aspect but all right. i had vague hopes that they would do a little 5-10 minute retrospective bit, taking the audience through some of their history, have clips, etc.-- would've been a cool touch. i had absolutely no real expectations of ace or peter (or anyone else that was formerly in kiss) actually being there, but thought a recorded greeting might be possible. i would have liked them at minimum to have been mentioned. (to really have gotten a full 50 years' perspective, all former members should have at least gotten a mention somewhere.)

"beth" got me a little emotional, but i was surprised at how by the end of the concert i wasn't as devastated as i'd expected. i guess i had come to terms with a world without kiss.

and then we, uh. well, we, uh, got the avatar announcement.

um.

yeah.

maybe it's my own fearful mortality peeking through, but i kept thinking of the theological idea of the eternal perspective. to me personally it goes a little deeper than "time is short, focus on the correct/most important aspects of your life;" an eternal perspective also is considerate of the aspects of others' lives. as i've gotten older, i've started to understand a lot of things i never did before, about other people, the way they viewed/handled things as opposed to the way i did, etc. the older i get, the more i see where i've consistently messed up, and where i've failed, or, at least, made a situation worse instead of better. and, maybe, sometimes, it's let me see that i need to let up and let go.

kiss owes no one anything. not a lineup, not a recording, not an experience (except one that's been paid for). their legacy is borne out of the blood, sweat and tears of ten members total, a half-dozen or more managers-- though all principal credit is due to bill aucoin-- brilliant producers, and hundreds of roadies, bodyguards, techs, costume designers, press agents, and so on who believed in them. but i would hate for the four beasties of rock and roll to never see each other again until one of them is covered up in flowers in the back of a black limousine, and sadly, this is looking more and more like this may be the case.

i am grateful for this band and the wonderful people it's caused me to meet and befriend (especially my dear friends that came with me, @hillsofuhhtennessee and @elrohare! we had the most incredible time!!), and how it's pushed me out of my comfort zone and helped me broaden my horizons. i am grateful for the experiences and the memories. kiss has always been there for me in the very lowest times of my life, and my hope still is, that maybe someday, they could be there for each other and mend some fences before the real end of the road for all of them.

#kiss the band #paul stanley #gene simmons #ace frehley #peter criss

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December 18th, 2018

It has been over a month since Lexa saw Clarke. Or accidentally fucked her after falling asleep on her roof. She was just so warm. And kind. And being pulled into Clarke’s orbit is just too easy. Lexa knows that if she sees her, she won’t be strong enough to walk away. Even though it’ll be better for her. So instead of risking the temptation, Lexa has avoided any place she may run into Clarke. She refuses to go near the gallery. She avoids the whole borough where Clarke lives. She won’t even let herself get coffee somewhere if there’s a chance a flash of golden hair and baby blue eyes will send her spiraling again.

Lexa usually loves the holiday season in the city. She loves the lights and the display windows. This year, seeing happy couples kiss at the Rockefeller tree, families cozied together in the winter chill just makes her feel hollow and empty.

The Darkness preys on weakness, and skates by Lexa. Lexa’s too depressed to walk away and make him chase her. When he takes a lap the second time, he slows to a stop in front of her.

“What’s the matter Lexa, no holiday spirit this year?”

“Hard to be cheery when you spend it alone.”

“What are you talking about, I’m here, aren’t I?”

“You’re not exactly the company I’d ever hope for.”

“Hm, still hung up on your artist, then?”

In the past twenty years, he has been cruel and relentless in trying to get her to give up her soul. He taunts and times his appearances on the days when she feels the worst. But he is still the most consistent aspect of her life, the only person or devil that remembers her. That she can carry a conversation with without worrying about being forgotten. While he’s shown up at bad times, he sometimes shows up just to check. They talk about things other than stealing her soul every so often. Sometimes he’s the outlet she needs for a more serious conversation that a stranger won’t have.

And tonight, for whatever reason, he seems less likely to convince her to give up. Maybe it’s the holiday spirit. Maybe she’s projecting. Maybe she really is just that desperate for some semblance of human connection.

“I feel like I lived an entire life with her in these past six months. I know her better than most of her friends do, but I’m not even a blip on her radar. So now I'm just killing time.”

“Until what?”

“Until I die. Until I give up and let you take my soul.”

He seems genuinely surprised at her confession, then she continues, “You’ve known all along, haven’t you?”

“Known what?”

“That offering a life in which you don’t age seems like something that would last longer. But no one lasts longer than a standard lifetime, do they? People barely last a full lifetime.”

“The best kind of deals are the ones where you think you’ve won,” he shrugs arrogantly.

Lexa is fuming with anger at this point. Who preys on foster kids with lofty promises and rigged deals? This is so wrong, and yet she’s still so trapped, so lonely, that he still might win.

“So, is this you waving the white flag?”

Lexa is about to say yes, to end it, and let him take her soul if it means the heartbreak stops. But suddenly, there she is. Wrapped in a knit scarf and a beanie, art supplies sprawled over a park bench as she draws the scene. Clarke. She looks beautiful, and seeing her there at this exact moment feels like a sign, and it gives Lexa the courage to tell the Darkness, “Not today.”

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Like a moth to a flame, she’s drawn closer to Clarke. But she’s wary of getting too close. Close enough to bask in her warmth, but not so close that she burns her wings. It’s a delicate line to tightrope her way across. Especially in the aching loneliness of the holidays.

Clarke is drawing people, as she always does. So Lexa decides to stand near enough that she’ll inspire another piece, but not so close that she risks falling into conversation with her. That’s too risky. Too easy to fall back into her orbit. Too easy to get sucked into another devastating heartbreak.

So Lexa is content to watch from afar. To watch Clarke's eyes light up when she captures a moment on the page. To watch her smile at the little kids learning to ice skate below the massive tree. To watch the colors of the tree reflect off her blonde hair and the snow get caught in her lashes. It makes her chest swell with longing, so full it begins to ache.

It’s not her fault a family asks her to take a photo of them. To get the full tree in the frame she had to take a few steps back. It’s not her fault that happened to be in Clarke’s direction. It’s out of her control that Clarke watched the whole interaction, watched the silly faces she made to get the baby to look in the right direction.

She was trying to avoid her. To be close, but not too close, but Clarke noticed her this time. It’s not her fault.

“That was adorable,” Clarke says, gesturing at the small family happily peering at the photos Lexa had just taken.

“I couldn’t let the baby ruin the photo by looking over there,” Lexa blushes.

Clarke just smiles at her, “Hi.”

“Hi.”

Lexa doesn't try to continue the conversation. She very intentionally turns her attention back to the tree and the ice skaters below, but she should have accounted for Clarke. Clarke, who has no hesitations in starting a conversation with a pretty stranger, who always talks to new people like they’re old friends.

“Can I draw you?” she asks.

“Sure.”Always. She knows she’s breaking a promise to herself, but instead of being rude or dismissive, she caves to blue eyes and a soft smile.

Clarke has her turn around to face her, lean back on the railing and prop her elbows on it. She wants to get the whole tree in the background, and Lexa tries to steady her breathing to prepare for the intimacy of sustained eye contact while Clarke draws her. Again.

They make idle chit chat while she works. Lexa keeps her answers short, just shy of curt. She doesn’t return the questions because she already knows Clarke’s answers. Instead, she focuses on the pink tongue poking out between Clarke’s teeth. The little freckle above her lip. Those eyes. Lexa blinks and Clarke is teasing her about something she said over fries. Those eyes are full of mirth and still feel like home. She blinks again and sees the same cocky twinkle looking up from between her legs.

She has to get out of here.

But Clarke’s not quite finished, and Lexa is a glutton for punishment. So she stays to model, letting Clarke's eyes trace the curve of her ass. The jut of a jawline. It’s a divine sort of torture.

But she can’t let it go any further. She can’t, she can’t, she can’t. She’s not strong enough. She’s too afraid to get caught up in a conversation. To end up tangled in bed with Clarke yet again. Her heart can’t take it.

The second she sees Clarke finish, she literally runs away. It’s not her proudest moment. Or her most well-thought-out, but she’s on survival mode now, and it is what needed to be done.

Safely on the other side of the rink, she takes one last look at Clarke, who just finished signing her name to the bottom of the piece. Lexa watches her look around in confusion. Glancing down at the piece then up, looking for the model and seeing nothing. Not recognizing the face. Not remembering the brief conversation they had while she worked. Drawing a blank. And Lexa’s heart shatters once again.

#lexa #clexa #clarke griffin #the invisible life of addie larue #clexa au

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chirpsythismorning · 11 months

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It always makes me laugh how they instructed the actors playing the wrestlers to finish the scene fighting like that, one catching the other from behind, and both making sus movements 😭

FR the evidence from extras is probably my favorite.

Because if you think about it, these people are being instructed to do things so specifically for the shot to work. Sometimes it's just one or two shots, which means that they were most definitely given very specific direction. And even in cases where they're appearing in the background in multiple shots, it's clear their presence has this consistency to it, almost like the director was very much taking note of them specifically among the others who are more haphazard, making a point to stay to follow continuity to a T alongside the main cast.

Like the two boys in the background at Rink O Mania who look like they're on a date, becoming visible the second El leaves and it's just Mike and Will? Classic! Or the boy and girl that Mike sits between at lunch in Hawkins, with the girl behind him in the scarf (El during Mike's monologue) and the boy beside Mike to his right (Will during Mike's monologue), all while listening to a conversation about forced conformity and how it's kills the kids?? Or let's not forget the iconic 'I love contact sports' shirt guy or the blue and yellow fit bro at Rink-O-Mania (that extra shows up for more shots than other extra, including the first shot outside of Rink-O-Mania when they pull up!).

The wrestling scene is so on the nose though, it's actually hilarious! I remember that was like the moment a friend of mine accepted byler as happening. Basically we had watched Game Over, Man on Netflix and we were talking about the gay subtext in it with Blake's character and how obvious it was. This predictably led me on a tangent about ST and how Mike is queer based on a lot of subtext and I told her I could convince her with 4x01 alone. So she accepted the challenge and it was hilarious. The closet at the start had her side eyeing, same with the posters in Mike's room. Then Mike staring at Eddie all awestruck had her geeking out and she was actually starting to consider. Then the wrestling scene popped up and she was pretty much convinced to the point of needing a moment of silence lmao

Like it really is that easy to pick up on if you are open to it and also open to having it be pointed out to you. And yet, it's also so subtle that it's easy to overlook it all in that first viewing, especially when you're focused on like 10 storylines at once.

I will say I am impressed with how they have managed to make it so subtle yet so obvious at the same time. It's going to make endgame that much more hilariously epic.

#byler #ask #mike wheeler #gay subtext #4x01 #the hellfire club

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fics-n-stuff-n-stuff · 8 months

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Natsu Dragneel/Lucy Heartfilia Gray Fullbuster/Juvia Lockser Levy McGarden/Gajeel Redfox

all fairy tail characters basically - / Alternate Universe - Modern with Magic / Follows Fairy tail but with my own twists set in modern day / Fluff and Angst / Romance / Friendship / developing feelings / Lucy has new spirits I checked constellations and gave her ones I thought were cool

Summary

Lucy is thrown into a world she didn’t know existed. Join her as she unravels this new world full of magic that brings adventure, romance and destruction along with it.

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Just a modern re-telling of Fairy tail following its arcs with a few twists and turns along the way💞

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Chapter 6

Running on train tracks was never a smart idea. But then again, Natsu never claimed to be smart.

After coming out the other end of the tunnel, Natsu caught a scent that resembled the magic coming from the wind wall, and knowing it belonged to the mage that trapped them, he chased after it.

He didn't wait for the others, knowing they'll catch up. He needed to stop the bastard before he got to Clover Town.

Running to the train station he saw the commotion of the people around waiting to board their trains and could hear there were several delays due to damage on the tracks.

Muttering a curse, Natsu never thought he'd want to ride a train, but it was his only way to Clover Town.

Looking around, he could smell the residual magic continuing down the train tracks.

Making a split-second decision, Natsu jumped and bolted down the tracks running to stop the man who was going after the masters.

He could hear people shouting and protesting as he ran down the tracks, ignoring all of them Natsu ran full speed in the direction the magic was coming from.

Oshibana and Clover Town were separated by a canyon that could only be crossed by train or plane.

Considering he had no foresight to book a flight, and that he hates planes more than he does any other transportation, Natsu was happy running the entire distance.

He was happy to walk or run anywhere. It was why he did most of his jobs alone, or with Happy.

No one else was willing to walk great distances or put up with his tendency to destroy things, and Natsu avoided getting on any vehicles unless it was absolutely unavoidable.

Everyone always laughed when they found out he couldn't handle transportation, and Erza usually knocked him out if they were traveling together.

Lucy was the only person to ever show sympathy and compromise about walking so he wouldn't have to suffer through nausea.

She even tried to help soothe his motion sickness.

Natsu has spent most of his life in Fairy Tail, and while he loves them all like family, these three weeks have been the most he's spent with them consistently since he was allowed to leave for jobs on his own.

Searching for Igneel has always been his first priority.

But how do you find a dragon that's in hiding? Because Natsu was sure that's what was going on, he would know if he were dead. 'I know he's out there.' He fiddled with his scarf at the thought.

But since meeting Lucy his priorities seemed to have shifted.

While he will never stop searching for his father, Natsu was fully content with just spending time with Lucy.

There was something about her that called out to him. Like a thread pulling them together.

Having her around just seemed right.

Being the one to introduce her to the wonders of the magical world was amusing, and her reactions to everything were even more so.

And then there were her keys.

Or rather, the fact that he was 80% sure that he had a golden key sitting in his hoard. Well, it was Igneel's hoard that he left for Natsu.

How did Igneel get a golden key? That bushy-browed guy that gave Lucy Virgo's key said that Lucy's mom sent her keys to her friends to keep them safe.

Did they know each other? Were they friends? Was Natsu supposed to give Lucy the key?

He felt conflicted. While he and Lucy have grown closer, dragons were notoriously territorial over their treasures.

Natsu was pondering on what to do when he saw a man flying in the distance, crossing the canyon that separated Oshibana from Clover.

He seemed to be using wind to propel himself through the air.

"Gotcha." Natsu muttered to himself and sprung to action, his speed increasing as he ran across the bridge and toward the gray-haired man.

As soon as he was close enough, Natsu used his fire to catapult in the air, and with a roar he landed a flaming punch to the man's jaw sending him tumbling down and hitting the train tracks.

Natsu fell to the ground and took up a fighting stance, standing between the man and his only way to Clover Town.

"Seems you fairies are more resourceful than I thought, or maybe just plain stupid. You would have been better off staying in my wind prison." The taller man sneered at Natsu, who was getting pissed by the second at the older man's words.

"You talk a big game old man, but the only way you're getting to that meeting is over my dead body." Natsu told the man as he lit his fists on fire, the man opposite him laughed at his words.

"Well, I'll take you up on your offer, maybe even bring your corpse back for your master to see before I kill him too." The gray-haired man continued laughing manically and Natsu's body heat was increasing with every word.

Charging at the gray-haired man with his fist on fire Natsu went to knock him out, only to be stopped and shot back violently by a gust of wind.

"That's not going to work a second time. You see, my power is to manipulate airflow, meaning I direct the wind however I want." The man explained to Natsu, the wall of air dissolving slowly, he shot him a dark grin before directing wind toward Natsu.

Having no time to dodge, he felt the impact like slices of a sword and could feel the blood trickling down his cheeks and various other parts of his body.

Wiping the blood from his face, he looked back at the man and went to attack again, this time lighting his whole body on fire and going all in with his punches and kicks.

Only to be, once again, violently thrown back by the same wind wall that had them trapped inside that damn building.

"There is no use, you'll get torn to shreds trying to go through my defense, I could make your death much quicker and less painful." Natsu heard the other man say as the wind reduced once more.

"I don't know about you, but, I ain't dying today. And neither is anyone else." He shot back and reared himself as he hurled a wave of fire at the man.

The wind wall wrapped around him before the fire could reach, making Natsu curse.

The man's laughter could be heard from behind the wall.

"Come out and fight me ya, coward!" Natsu shouted getting frustrated at the trajectory of the fight, he continued sending fire blasts at the wind.

"I have had enough of you." And before Natsu could react the man sent another wind attack at him, stronger this time and slicing his whole body deeply, Natsu felt his legs buckle underneath him and found himself falling to the ground, bleeding out.

"Just as I thought." The man said, disdain in his voice as he went to pass Natsu and continue his way in the direction of Clover Town.

Natsu's arm shot out and grabbed his ankle as he went to sidestep his body, and with a pull, the gray-haired mage was knocked back down the tracks.

Natsu stood up, bleeding out from several wounds, tho some were healing, and on slightly shaky legs. "Like I said, none's dyin' today." He spat out, and the older man opposite him looked annoyed.

"Pesky fairies." He muttered as he got back on his feet.

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"I can't believe he ran off without us." Lucy mumbled to herself for the second or third time since they escaped from their wind prison.

They were currently driving a stolen car on train tracks heading to Clover Town.

Well Erza was driving, Gray and Lucy were hanging on for dear life.

When they escaped through Virgo's tunnel and found that Natsu wasn't waiting for them on the other end, the trio made their way to the train station.

Figuring he was either waiting for them there or already on his way to Clover.

Only to find that it had been shut down due to an issue with the tracks. It was Erza's idea to steal a car and drive it on the tracks.

"There is no other way to get there fast enough." She said calmly as they broke into someone's car.

"Hey, that hot head can take care of himself, and he's prone to running off like that. So don't worry about him." Gray pulled her out of her thoughts.

She looked up at the front seat to see him looking back at her.

She gave him a small smile and nodded, trying to shake off her negative thoughts.

"I know he can. It's just that we don't know that the dark mage won't use Lullaby on him, and with his super hearing he wouldn't be able to escape it." She voices her fear, noticing the way Erza's grip on the wheel tightened, the speed of the car increasing with her every word.

"I think the idiot is fine." Gray said suddenly, finger pointing to the blazing fire coming from ahead.

Lucy felt a knot inside her subside at the sight of Natsu's fire. "Let's go see if he needs help." Erza said.

Thanks to Erza's insane driving they approached a bridge connecting the two canyons within minutes where they saw two figures on the tracks.

They could see Natsu, body ablaze, trying to fight against a strong wind that seemed to be surrounding the other mage. They heard a roar from the pinkette as the wind knocked him back.

Getting out of the car, Lucy could feel the effects of their magic in the air. The wind was strong, and Natsu's heat was making everything humid.

From her current position, Lucy could see the cuts in his clothes, blood soaking through them. When he jumped to his feet, he swayed slightly but his stance was rigid.

"Natsu!" Erza shouted, bringing his attention to them.

"Took ya long enough, you guys go ahead and warn the masters of what's going on, I'll take care of this guy." He yelled back at them and Erza nodded her head, heading back to the car, Gray following behind her.

Lucy's feet seemed to be nailed to the ground, she didn't want to leave him. She looked back at the duo in the car and motioned with her hand for them to leave without her.

Erza stared at her for a few moments from the car window before nodding her head and speeding down the tracks.

"Do you think I'm just going to let you pass?!" The wind wall dropped, revealing a gray-haired man, wearing tattered clothes, with bizarre tattoos covering his body, and even one on his face.

He had a wild look in his eyes as the wind carried him through the air and towards the car speeding down the tracks.

Before she could even think, Lucy took her whip and sent it flying towards the man, wrapping it around his torso, she pulled with all her might and managed to direct him the opposite way, sending him flying back.

The wind caught him before he could make an impact, but Erza and Gray managed to pass the bridge and make their way to Clover.

The man cursed when he noticed the car was gone and turned his head to look at Lucy.

"You're going to pay for that!" He shouted as he flew toward her, Lucy tightening her hand around her whip, bracing herself to attack.

Only to have Natsu appear in front of her, glaring at the man. "Your fight is with me!" He spat out and charged at him, fists aflame.

The other man blocked him and sent a counter wind attack that almost sent Natsu flying off the bridge.

Lucy held back a scream, not wanting to appear weak, even though that was what she was at this moment. Hands covering her mouth, she watched as Natsu caught himself on the rails and sprang to his feet to attack again.

Only for the other man to envelop himself in his wind once more so that no attacks could reach him.

She watched Natsu throw blow after blow to no effect.

Then an idea came to mind.

It was stupid, and completely out of pocket. But she had a feeling it would work.

"You know Natsu, you should have just let Gray deal with this guy. I'm sure he would have beaten him by now." Lucy shot out, trying to keep her voice even, she watched as the fire surrounding Natsu extinguished and he stood pin straight and turned to look at her over his shoulder, eyes wild.

"The fuck you say?" He growled out and Lucy was struggling not to laugh at this point, she could see the steam coming off him.

'Maybe not stupid then.' Lucy thought amused before continuing with her taunting.

"I said that if you just let Gray handle this, we would be in Clover Town by now." Lucy shrugged waving her hand in the air causally.

At her words Natsu's whole body went ablaze, forming a column of fire and sending waves of heat Lucy's way it felt protective and almost seemed to embrace her.

"Huh, even the little blonde can see that you are no match for me." The man taunted behind his wind, and the column of fire that Natsu was building kept getting hotter and hotter. Lucy watched, sweat forming on her brow at the heat coming from him.

The fire grew in intensity, and Natsu started approaching the air manipulator his fire scorching everything it touched.

The moment his fire came in contact with it, the wind started dwindling and evaporated revealing the man behind it with a dismayed expression on his face.

"H-how? You, you increased the temperature of your fire so much it snuffed out my wind?" He exclaimed in shock.

Natsu ignored his outburst, still enraged at Lucy's earlier implication, and still covered in flames he threw a hard punch at the gray-haired man, sending him flying back.

He jumped after him and kept throwing continuous fiery punches and roars at the man.

When the wind mage finally went down, so did Natsu's intense mood. His fire reduced slowly and he took the magic cuffs out of his pocket and put them on the mage.

Taking him by the hands, he dragged his body on the ground as he headed to where she was standing.

Lucy felt nervous as she watched him approach her, wringing her hands together.

"Ya did that on purpose didn't you?" He asked as he stopped in front of her and leaned so close their noses almost touched, he had a warm look in his eyes paired with that ridiculous grin on his face.

Looking away sheepishly Lucy shrugged her shoulders and started walking down the tracks, trying to hide the blush on her face due to his lack of special awareness.

"I did what I had to do, and it got the job done." She heard him chuckle as he followed behind.

"Yeah, well I didn't like it." She could feel the pout on his face.

"That's why I said it you dolt, I had to get you angry, and what better way?" She looked over her shoulder to stick her tongue out at him.

"Whatever." He grumbled trying to hide the smile on his face, walking a few steps behind her dragging the uncounted mage with them.

"We should probably pat him down and get the flute." Lucy said suddenly stopping to look back at Natsu and get back on track, they have a job to do.

Natsu looked at her and nodded, considering the wind mage was still knocked out he plopped the man down on the ground and checked his pockets.

"Uhh Luce?"

"Yes?"

"He doesn't have the flute." Natsu winced out.

"What do you mean he doesn't have the flute? Where is it then?" Lucy asked slightly panicked, as she started pacing back and forth.

"Let's find out." Natsu said as he turned to face the unconscious man and

slapped him.

"Oy, wake up!" He slapped his face a few more times before the cuffed man groaned waking up, he blinked his eyes fighting through the confusion and looking around, as his eyes landed on Natsu they widened in fear.

"You demon, get away from me!" He had a petrified look in his eyes, as he tried to back away from Natsu who looked confused.

"The hell did I do?" He muttered, looking back at Lucy as if she had the answer.

"Where is the flute?" Lucy asked the man, ignoring Natsu's questioning look. "Where is Lullaby?"

His eyes shifted to look at her and his demeanor shifted from scared to smug at her question. "You're already too late." He smirked as he watched the colour drain from their faces as they looked at each other in horror, realizing the implications of his words.

"We need to go." Natsu stated and without hesitation they both started running, leaving the cuffed man behind, his sinister laugh echoing as they raced toward Clover Town.

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The meeting between guild masters happens every month, it was routine and standard procedure. They evaluated the job success of each guild, looked over any new threats or potential new members, and gossiped about the magic council and what a pain they could be.

The meeting is always set at different locations, disclosed only to a handful of individuals.

This month it was a cottage in the woods, on the outskirts of Clover Town. Away from the prying eyes of the public.

As they raced to find the masters, they tried calling Erza and Gray to let them know that Lullaby was still a threat, only to find Natsu's phone melted in his pocket during the fight.

Lucy on the other hand didn't own a phone.

"What do you mean you don't have a phone?" Natsu blanched as he put the melted one back in his pocket.

Lucy shrugged "It broke when that Dementor thing attacked me, and I haven't bought one since!"

She told him defensively, not wanting to explain that the phone she had got when she first ran away was of no use to her other than an alarm and a gps, as she didn't know anyone.

It never crossed her mind to buy another one.

After bickering for some time on the topic while en route to Clover town, they decided to just go to the town and see what they could find out there.

"I'm getting ya a phone!" He told her stubbornly, as they marched down the streets.

They couldn't find anything in the town, but thanks to Natsu's nose, they managed to track down the car they had stolen in Oshibana, abandoned by the side of the road just at the edge of the town.

Following their scent through the forest they were led to a clearing, where Master Makarov was sitting on top of a rock, talking to a dark-haired man who seemed to be crying, holding a flute in his hands.

"What's going on?" Lucy whispered as she and Natsu joined Erza and Gray who were crouching in some bushes looking at the scene.

"He tried to use Lullaby and kill the master, but after they talked he seemed, hesitant, and then he broke down crying." Erza said in a hushed voice.

"Gramps must've really laid into him then." Natsu said loudly with a laugh, making Lucy hit the back of his head.

When he turned to look at her and likely protest her violence, she shushed him and pointed to the two men who were still talking.

"Now my boy, hand me the flute and it will all be over." Makarov told the young man putting his hands out to take the instrument from him.

The man hesitated for a moment before handing the flute to the Master, still crying, he slumped further into himself.

As Makarov took the flute, the rest of the Masters emerged from the surrounding trees.

"That was a risky move, even for you Dreyar." A man in a cowboy hat told him, but the short man just smiled at him, waving off his accusation.

"What's life without a little risk?" He shot back as he jumped off the rock and turned to look in their direction "You kids can come out now."

He called out, and the four of them stumbled into the clearing.

"Master, we tried to intercept them but they planned ahead. I have failed you, please forgive me!" Erza exclaimed, bowing at the waist.

"My dear, you did everything you could. All of you." He looked at each of them with a warm smile. "And we are all safe. That's all that matters. Come on, let's get you inside and you can fill us in on what happened." Makarov motioned for them to follow.

They made their way toward a cottage just beyond the clearing, but before they could enter a sinister laugh echoed around them.

"I was hoping the stupid fools would play me, but if they're not going to do it, you've left me no other choice."

The voice seemed to be coming from the flute itself as it started glowing in the Master's hand.

Letting go of the object, the older man stepped back and they watched as the flute floated in the air and started shifting, coiling, and growing until finally, a huge demon stood in front of them.

"I am Lullaby, one of the Demons of the great Zeref." It bellowed, making the ground shake at the strength of his voice.

"Fuck, what are we gonna do now?" Lucy asked terrified of the creature in front of her.

"Is that a spirit summoner I sense? How peculiar, I thought you were all exterminated." The flute demon mused, its eyes finding Lucy.

"No matter, I can dispose of you now."

Natsu was in front of her in an instant, arms stretched wide he glared at the demon, blocking its view of her.

"You just hang back with Gramps and the masters' Luce, we'll take care of this thing." He reassured, sending her a smile over his shoulder.

Trembling slightly, Lucy didn't argue with him and nodded as she took the necessary steps backwards to join the masters where they stood, ready to observe the fight about to take place.

She knew when she was out of her league, and that was back in Oshibana. This was a whole different level.

Natsu, Erza, and Gray stood unflinching as they appraised the demon.

Erza was enveloped in a flash of light and her usual armor changed into a black one, with wings, paired with a giant spear in her.

Gray lost his shirt, pants unbuckled, his fist in his palm as he readied himself to attack, Natsu on the other side of Erza, fully ablaze, trembling with anticipation.

He seemed excited to fight the demon.

"I'm all fired up now. Let's get this bastard!" He used his fire to boost his jump and sent an array of fire attacks at the demon, Erza, and Gray sprang into action at the same time he did.

Gray shot out lances of ice as he jumped to climb up the arm of the demon.

Erza was flying in the air, channeling some sort of energy from her spear and directing it at her opponent.

The trio simultaneously landed blows on the giant flute, seamlessly complimenting each other's attacks.

The waves of heat and cold could be felt where she was standing, she could see Erza change her armor mid-attack, this one seeming to use electricity.

The Demon fought back, trying to throw off the two mages that were climbing him, and attempting to swat Erzs like a fly.

They fought as a unit and avoided each attack with ease.

For all their animosity, Natsu and Gray played off each other wonderfully while fighting a common enemy.

They attacked for some time before finally pulling back and leaving some space between them and the demon.

There was a pause as the dust settled, revealing Lullaby still in one piece, seemingly unharmed. The flute let out a loud laugh, hand clutching his midsection.

"Is that all? Pesky creatures, you could never compare to Zeref's might!" And with those words, Lullaby started glowing an ominous purple, readying itself to play its fatal tune and end all their lives.

Lucy braced herself, looking over at Natsu as he panted slightly from his fight, his stance was relaxed, he didn't seem bothered by the fact that they were about to die.

That was very on brand for him, to be unbothered by the notion of mortality and death.

Lucy smiled, if she had to go now, at least she had a chance to get to know him, and everyone at Fairy Tail.

Closing her eyes Lucy waited to hear the deadly melody, only to open them a second later when she heard the wheezing sounds of a hollow flute.

She looked to see air coming from a magnitude of differently-sized holes scattered all over the body of the flute

"What have you done? My beautiful melody is gone!" The Demon wailed and started glowing once more, this time shrinking back to its original flute design.

"I will get you for this! This is not the last you will see of me, and when you do-"There was a snap and before anyone could react, Natsu broke the flute in half.

"Couldn't listen to another word that thing had to say." He breathed out, making Lucy chuckle softly, breaking the tension around them everyone started laughing as well.

The laughter was short lives as they felt another rumble through the earth and they turned to watch as the cottage started collapsing in on itself.

"Wow, you guys really overdid it." Lucy muttered, with a shake of her head, a part of her in awe at their strength.

The trio just laughed at her comment, Natsu puffing up his chest at her words.

"You know you're gonna have to pay for that, right Makarov?" She heard one of the masters ask and saw their own master faint at the thought, Erza ran over to check on the old man, while Natsu just laughed even harder as he watched the cottage collapse.

'They really are something else.' Lucy thought to herself as her adrenaline finally started dropping and she relaxed for the first time since they left Magnolia.

* ********* ********** ********** ********* *

When they finally made their way back to Magnolia it was nearing early morning, rather than late night and they were exhausted.

Lucy never thought she'd be this glad her house was closest to the train station.

Deciding to go to the guild in the morning to report, it was probably empty at this hour anyway. They all parted ways heading home.

Well almost all of them.

Natsu somehow got Lucy to agree for him to spend the night,(on the couch.) as his house is the farthest from the train station.

Apparently, he lived in the middle of the woods. It didn't surprise Lucy per se, she really shouldn't expect anything less from Natsu Dragneel.

Besides, she felt sorry for him and couldn't find it in herself to deny him, so they made their way to her apartment, walking in silence due to exhaustion.

They tumbled through the front door, almost falling over each other because of their lethargic movement. Lucy made her way to her bedroom and went to shower first, and went straight to bed after, leaving Natsu to fend for himself.

She knew she'd come to regret it by morning, but she was too drained of energy from their mission, and the unexpected turns it took to care.

As she slowly started fading, Lucy hoped that not all of their jobs would be this chaotic and dangerous.

Little did she know, the dangers were yet to come.

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onigiri-dorkk · 1 year

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Regarding AOE, I wonder if Eren will make Annie accidentally kill Mikasa since there's lots of insect imagery surrounding Mikasa and Annie squishing a grasshopper could be foreshadowing. A lot people complain Levi wasn't angry enough at Annie for killing Squad Levi so her redemption is unearned, but I wonder if Annie killing Mikasa will make her reflect on her past callousness and add some angst to AruAni.

That's an interesting thought! Yes, the imagery around Mikasa as a butterfly is all too consistent, on top of the even more specific imagery of a dead blue butterfly with its wings cut. I never really stopped to think about the Annie/grasshopper moment and now I'm curious what that could symbolize or mean, or if it means anything at all.

Though admittedly, I feel like it would feel like a robbery if Annie was the one to kill Mikasa, especially if it was something like an accidental hit or whatever. What would make it most impactful is if Eren is the one to do it, and the theories around that are insane, too.

Basically another large theory is that Mikasa is the one who is somehow able to start and create new 'timelines' whenever she loses Eren (like we see in her OVA), and in every timeline, she falls in love w him at a scarf moment, subconsciously knows he will have to die again, but always chooses to be by his side despite how it always ends -- for Mikasa, remembering and living a life beside Eren is most important to her even if she has to experience him dying over and over. For Eren, though? It leaves him in this constant loop of dying and dying and dying, because of her choice to restart -- in a way, Mikasa's love for Eren, and her need to keep remembering and holding onto him, then becomes almost like a prison. And this potentially is the actual reason why Eren is so fixated on freedom -- that what he truly wants freedom from, even if he doesn't know it, is Mikasa and whatever power she has that keeps him in this miserable loop.

Like isn't that tragic!? But also brilliant, if true?! Which is another reason why, if things go this way, it could only be Eren who kills her. It will be tragic because she is one his closest people, and she loves him, but in order to break the loop and cycle, he has to kill her (dead butterfly).

On the thought of Levi and Annie, that's always been weird for me to think of too lol, while I feel like Levi should have had more of an actual interaction with her once she joined the alliance -- literally, some sort of interaction to get some sort of closure -- I also don't think Levi is the type to hold grudges against his comrades for battles in the past. Zeke, though? (At least, while Zeke seemed to be on their side lol) That was personal probably bc it was what led to Erwin's demise and 99.9% (pretty much) of the Scouts' deaths, and almost death of all of Paradis tbh if Levi didn't stop him

But Annie killing a comrade again during that final battle while they're focusing on killing Eren would just feel like an accident, which would be a disservice to her and whoever is killed. Maybe all would feel better with maybe Annie acknowledging or saying sorry somehow in front of him. Though I also don't see Annie saying sorry LOL (Actually... it's been a long while since I've even glanced at these final chapters, did that actually happen...? lol feels like a fever dream if so)

Thanks for all the interesting asks anon!!!! Honestly pls ask more LOL

*Forgot to address the AruAni angst too LOL tbh I don't ship them, but I too am surprised there's not more angst dynamic between them

**Actually I have more thoughts about Annie. It's hard to say anything about her mainly because a theme of AOT is constantly showing the ways in which every character and every people is a Devil. They've all done terrible things so while we have more attachment to the people Annie killed in the past, the same could be said about the people Paradis (yes, including Armin! Gah) killed. In a lot of ways, all of them have unearned redemption tbh, depending on how you look at things. Blegh, so messy lol but I guess Isayama got his point through! In my heart I'll always be mad at Annie but POV-wise, she did way less damage than the Scouts did at Liberio ;-; Weird to think of, right?!

#aot #attack on titan theories #attack on titan #spoilers #attack on titan spoilers #aot spoilers #onigirianalyzes

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Hi! I just wanted to thank you for the eloquent and patient response you posted on the different forms of representation in good omens. It's been a bit disheartening for me to experience the vitriol some people have expressed regarding the validity of gnc/nonbinary/ace relationships and I especially appreciated your defence of those as well as your point about not pitting the few rare shows with some form of representation (of any kind) against eachother. Thank you again and I hope you have a lovely day! 💖

Thanks! I was really worried my point would get misinterpreted as saying that Good Omens was totally perfect and The Best Example Of Representation Ever (I don't think it is, primarily because all the nonbinary characters are nonhuman, and I love those characters but I do hope a human nonbinary person appears at some point in season 2 or 3, as well as more exploration of Aziraphale and Crowley being nonbinary, perhaps presenting in more feminine ways or using different pronouns sometimes in modern times and not only when disguised) so I was hesitant to get involved in the discussion at first, but I just...found the idea that if characters don't kiss or have sex they're not really in a queer relationship to be very excluding of ace people and QPRs etc.

Crowley and Aziraphale's relationship is constantly framed as far more than just an ordinary platonic friendship between two straight guys...and yes, some queerbaited relationships have also had moments of being framed in ways that make them seem very romantic, but...comparing the show to Sherlock (where people involved with the show explicitly denied the possibility of the characters being queer multiple times, and made bigoted comments, while continuing to queerbait in the story, the exact opposite of what Gaiman is doing) doesn't seem accurate, like queerbaiting to me is "we dropped hints that they might be queer--nope, they were totally allocishet all along and now they're going to end up in het relationships with the idea that they could ever have had a thing for each other completely denied!", not "they remain the most important people in each other's lives throughout the show, with no forced het relationship or DENIAL of them being queer in sight, but the exact nature of their relationship is left ambiguous".

And while I can understand the point of "a casual viewer might not noticed Crowley is presenting as female in some historical scenes or that his scarf and sunglasses are in typically feminine styles in the modern scenes, and might interpret him as a man who just disguises himself as a woman on one occasion" (hence why I mentioned wanting to see more exploration on that front), I really do not understand the person who claimed that no-one except a dedicated fan would ever notice that they/them pronouns are being used for Pollution...they're used pretty consistently, and like...I feel like casually normalising they/them pronouns and not drawing any more attention to them than to he/him or she/her is a good thing?

#good omens

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oldtvstaticwithcereal · 6 days

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Louis Handler headcacon dump because he is very silly!!

Has a tendency to be loud, energetic or even mean at times. Occasionally just enjoying to taunt people for fun (never going to far though). However he doesn't purposefully cause harm.

He isn't necessarily talkative either, he's just loud when he does talk

Loves rainy weather

Loves macaroni art

Tracks down sightings of peculiar activities around town, keeping up with missing posters. He loves solving mysteries and often gets super invested.

He's Tweek's friend and they often come up with theorys about regular oddlitys and such mysteries together. Louis is usually more enthusiastic, meanwhile Tweek is scared for his life. They have a lot absurd stuff that they document, however they're also right about some of it; mostly being ghosts and aliens (which are canon to the show). They often share their findings with Kevin Stoley. Another thing I think they do is look into Imagination Land a lot, but they wouldn't DARE sing the song. Not to say that Louis pretends he's going to sing it, just to freak out Tweek lol

Louis also collects really old newspapers that often have exaggerated story's written in them, which really helps solidify his interest in the on goings of town

Every time the kids (usally other background characters) play pretend with him, he always insists on being some sort of psychic or having mind reading powers

Thinks he's popluar, but really isn't lol

His perspective on life differs slightly from others, being one to just often stop and think. He's one to stay up really late or wake up really early just because it "hits different." He breaks basic "rules" such as reading books from back to front. Another headcanon that I have is that Louis has a hard time dealing with sadness or even just recognizing when he's sad; which is where his deep reflective mindset mostly comes from. Either way, I like to think that grew fond of just enjoying those odd, in between moments in life.

He's emotionally attached to his scarf

Fidgtes with random objects; sometimes even rocks he just finds on the ground

Has a tendency to look into abandon-looking places; what I mean by this is that he often wanders around Starks Pond or hangs by the dead mall looking for peculiar occurrences, possiblly just enjoying the nostlagic feeling

Has a stash of old comic books and is OBSESSED with them

He often thinks sounds effects like "boom" and "pow" in his head lol, or just flat out says them outloud when playing pretend games

Listens to a lot of video game OST

Makes inventions out of house hold items; such as trying to invent the perfect snowball marker

Plays with toy trucks

His favorite flavor of Cred is Purple Snowglobe but he also likes Oatmeal Nummy Nums and Candy Wandy Gummy Nums

Sometimes he likes to make snowangels and than just chill before getting up, usually to watch the clouds

Likes nostlagia (a lot)

His eyesight isn't very good, but he insists that he doesn't need glasses

I like to think that the girl in the pink coat from season 19 is actually his sister, his siblings being Chad (canon) and her (my personal idea). This adds to my own Leslie lore lol

He watches the most obscure of TV shows; Chad often joins him in watching so they have idiosyncratic inside jokes and references because of that lol

On that note, I believe that him and Chad are actually very close. I like to think that they tend to watch fireflys at night, just in their backyard together

Him and Annie Knitts have a friendship that mostly consists of them bonding over a liking for things that aren't considered "cool." What I mean is that it's mostly Annie enjoying to collect very early 2000's-like magazines and posters/having a lot of old (probably broken) flip phones, meanwhile in Louis's case he's collecting comic books/watching not very well known media. They both also talk about their old early 2010's toys lol. Another thing I like to think is that they hang by the hills right outside South Park, just sort-off "spying" on the town in a way or picking at the snow.

Other then Annie, own of his closetest friends is Douglas. They hang out by the Lost Forest sometimes, with both of them always getting startled by a wild dog. Afterwards they bolt back to Starks Pond lol.

I also like to think that Louis enjoys camping

Similar to Clyde (mostly in The List), he also tends to "flirt" with girls a lot, but has little to no success. However it would be a lot more toned down in than Clyde in that episode

He probably plays Minecraft

And is a fan of Mother/Earth Bond

Something about him makes me think he's broke, having little to no cash; maybe he's inplusive with money

He has a habit of over-using the word "and" in sentences

I headcanon that he was born somewhere in December

Gets startled easily

He wanders around the school halls a lot and after the Funny Bot episode (only the real ones know the line I'm taking about) he tends to bring a camera with him to document anything else exciting that may happen; he doesn't use his phone as the camera gives the atmosphere more ambience lol. But I'm gonna be honest, if something scary like that did happen he'd drop the camera and dip

I probably have more but thats all I can think of for now. Thanks for reading my silly Tumblr post!! Expanding on background lore is always fun in my opinion.

#louis handler #South park Louis #Louis Handler south park #south park background characters #south park headcanons #making background characters my ocs based off of alomst no lines #cool character I like #south park

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atinydragon · 1 year

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Okay so I will ramble about a concept unprompted

Basically, a bunch of rats (well fae) that all come from different places end up at this big manor and decide to live there. And hey since they all came in at the same time they might as well stick together for now.

Shenanigans and found family ensue.

100% wholesome stuff. uh huh. yep no angst at all don’t worry

I’ve actually doodled some designs for some of the characters. I’ll make official like refs at some point but here’s the doodles for now

sorry about the bad quality lol. I’ll put the rest under a cut because it gets looong

Starting on the left page,

First is the “tinkering rat”

-is the most experienced one in living in giant dwellings as his family had always lived in such places until a fire separated them

-loves to tinker.

-becomes the unofficial leader due to being the only one with his own braincell. the others take turns with a shared one.

-stressed all the time rip

Second is the “garden fairy”

-spent most of his life living in a big and safe fairy colony. and while she’s not completely new to living on his own he’s still very inexperienced

-but when she’s good at something she’s good

-most notably is his gardening and general plant knowledge. But he has a few other random skills that can come in handy

Then on the bottom of the left page is the “anxiety rat”

-anxious and scared alllll the time

-is terrified of being left behind as that is how they lost their first family.

-very good at sewing and such. Despite this most of their outfits consist of squares of fabric they fold/tie in certain ways.

Onto the right page at the top we have the “trash fairy”

-most chaotic of the bunch. And causes the most trouble as she has the habit of needing to get her claws on whatever catches her fancy

-sometimes it makes sense like shiny coins or jewelry but other times it’s rocks and weird sticks or even something like mold

-hates shirts with a passion. The only things she allows on her chest are scarfs.

-her wings are slightly misshaped so she has trouble flying

-is very cagy about her past. Up until she randomly and nonchalantly brings up the most tragic thing you’ve every heard. And then she’s right back to stealing something shiny from your bag

Under her is the “amnesia rat”

-he comes in later in the story, and is rescued by the others. Either because he had been captured or had been injured.

-either way he had a spell put on him that caused him to forget who he is

-completely out of his element. He ends up mostly just following the others around. Helpful when he’s keeping tinkering rat from getting too stressed unhelpful when he goes along with trash fairy’s latest scheme

-wears doll pajamas all the time. He gets anxious when he doesn’t have them on and he doesn’t know why.

And finally on the right is the “outdoor rat”

-spent all of her live outside, mostly by herself. She has a hard time working with a group because of that.

-she still cares for the others very much. but just has a hard time showing it sometimes

-has the most life experience and survival skills. Namely combat, cooking, and basic medical knowledge

-hella strong.

-the only one that regularly wears shoes

Now i haven’t ~super~ fleshed out the giant family. There’s not going to be a ton of focus on them (in fact most of them will never be named because the tinies never find out lol)

But the general gist is that

-There’s four main family members. The father, mother, daughter, and son. They’re humans, and more may show up (like a grandfather, uncle etc.)

-they’re currently living in old family manor that had been somewhat neglected. This is due to the family at large being in a decline.

-They are a family of mages, and the decline is because of a lack of magic in their recent times. Less magic users being born to the family, no new discoveries or spells made, etc.

-due to this and the fact that their family name sounds like rat (not sure what it is exactly yet) the father is very unhappy at the idea of even a single rat in his house. And is just generally stressed about how others perceive him and his family

-I should clarify that the rats aren’t actual rats. They are a kind of fae that look like rats. I don’t know what their actual name will be. Maybe Meece? seems silly tho lol

-anyway, regardless they are often treated like rats. Mostly because they tend to live like regular rats so people often never find out they weren’t.

There are also a few staff members that live in the house.

-Right now there’s three or four. Two maids, a mage, and maybe a butler.

-the mage is the only one i’ve actually fleshed out lol. I have a doodle of him too, mostly because he’s a “dragon”

(why is the pic soo big jeez)

-okay he’s not a dragon he’s a koblod, but he is tall for one. And technically not a mage but a potion maker. Alchemist? I’m not sure what I what him to be referred to as lol

-used to be a traveler, going around and selling potions he made. He’s very skilled at what he does, but sometimes the potions wouldn’t be the safest. Because he’d scam people lmao

-despite this he was hired by the family to basically make bulk potions for them to sell so the father is free to make magic discoveries

-he also ends up being the one the father sends to deal with the rats most of the time. So he ends up being the main antagonist

-due to koblods being cold blooded, his cloak has magic that keeps his temp regulated. The sun warms and the moon cools, both spread through the stars all over. (oh I just realized I drew suns on both shoulders oops)

-very grumpy. In general but he doesn’t particularly like his current situation but it’s the best he’s had.

And that’s about what I have so far. Hopefully i’ll have the ability to make the official designs/refs for these guys. They are haunting my brain and I want to make them physical lol

#g/t concept #original characters #g/t ocs #Rat Manor #is probably what ill call the story #as a whole #i did not realize how much #ive actually thought of until i #wrote this lol #naming everyone is going to be so hard

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