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ququb444hm · 5 months

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𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭, 𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝

part 31 / old man ☆

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important note!! there is the implication of a panic attack in this part so if that makes u uncomfortable, please do not continue reading! i am sorry in advance if i offend anyone by the way i write out the panic attack. i have not experienced one before and am basing the information solely on research i have done beforehand as well as the experiences of my friends. and for anyone who has experienced a panic attack, U R ONE OF THE STRONGEST PEOPLE EVER!

“geez, the school needs to start providing free umbrellas or something!” coach ukai exclaimed. he stared at his two players and team manager– tetsu, kozume, and yn were all dripping wet and shivering from the intense weather. “we’re ending practice a bit early so just grab a towel and dry yourselves up a bit or go take a quick shower in the locker room so you at least don’t catch a cold before the game next week.”

“yes, coach.” the three nodded, quickly making their way to the showers.

“yn!” mori called out, running up to his friend with a hoodie in hand. “change into this after so you’re not cold.”

yn eyed the material, smirking once she realized who it belonged to. “did rinnie give this to you?” she mused, “ohoho, so are you guys talking or what?”

“oh shut up, go take a shower. you smell like wet dog.” mori grumbled, shoving the hoodie into yn’s arms. yn giggled, thanking mori before heading into the girls locker room.

(note: guys.. i don’t actually ship mori n rin LOL js a disclaimer bc ik (or im pretty sure) they like haven’t met in the actual series…? they’re more of a sub-plot like cece n tetsu bc i love side character lore! anyways back to the storyyy)

once yn was done freshening up, she joined coach ukai and mr. takeda on the bleachers to talk about the game. "the team is looking good," coach examined. he watched as the players went up against each other in a quick match. "i just don't know what to do about kozume and keiji." he rubbed the back of his neck, deep in thought as he analyzed the papers yn gave him last practice.

"what do you mean?" yn asked. she didn't recall writing anything weird about the two.

coach ukai shrugged. "maybe it's because i've known these kids since they were freshmen, but something just feels off between the two. i compared your notes from the beginning of the semester to last week, and there's a slight decline in their abilities."

yn furrowed her brows, taking the papers from coach ukai to see the difference herself. "a decline?" her eyes scanned the data and much to her surprise, he was right. kozume's agility went down by 2.5% and keiji's been struggling to successfully set the ball up for kou which puts the team at a big disadvantage since kou is normally always on the court and has the most trust in keiji to send him the ball.

(note again: idk what i js pulled out of my ass w this one >o< i don’t play volley but wtvr! :3)

"speaking of kozume and keiji, where are they?" mr. takeda piped up. tetsurou finished showering at the same time as yn and was currently talking to a few members, assumingly giving them tips for next week, but kozume was still nowhere to be seen. there couldn’t have been only one working shower right?

"bokuto!" coach ukai called out, "where's your setter?"

"uhh-" kou looked around, "not on the court, coach!"

keishin groaned. "well, obviously.."

"keiji is in the locker room, pretty sure.” kei answered instead. he heard the setter excuse himself to grab something in the locker room, but what would he need in there when they usually dropped their things off on the bleachers? the middle blocker shrugged it off, not caring too much about his upperclassman.

“uhm i think kozume is also still in there.” shoyou added. his eyes met yn’s, both of them starting to feel a bit uneasy after talking about the two last night. “do you want me to go grab them?” keishin sighed, motioning for shoyou to retrieve the two missing players.

as shoyou neared the red-painted metal doors, his ears picked up keiji’s voice. he sounded annoyed. really annoyed. “you can’t be seriously telling me you won’t leave yn alone, right? right? kozume c’mon,” keiji laughed in mockery, his voice was getting a bit louder, but not loud enough to reach the ears of the other people on the other side of the gym. “you’re just going to keep hurting her. she doesn’t deserve that. you don’t deserve her.”

“like you have any place to talk,” kozume barked back. though not as aggravated as keiji, kozume was firm with his words. “you made yn feel unimportant the whole time the two of you were in a relationship. you were the one who had an interest in her first, yet you barely took the time to show any effort. you couldn’t even go to one of the most important events in her life! she worked so hard, she always does, for the annual art exhibition, but you forgot about it.”

“i had an important meeting that day-” keiji tried to reason.

kozume only scoffed. “oh please.”

“okay. fine.” shoyou could hear heavy footsteps. keiji was corning kozume into the lockers. he pressed an accusing finger against his chest. “missing the art exhibition was a dick move, but am i the one who’s going for their friend’s ex? am i the one who would publicly reject yn, yet give her mixed signals behind closed doors, continuously confusing her and manipulating her feelings? am i the one who can’t make up his mind, slowly declining yn’s mental and emotional well-being? no, kozume, i’m not. you are. know your place. yn doesn’t need you.”

it was quiet for a few seconds before shoyou could hear keiji’s footsteps walking toward the door he was pressing his ear against. in a quick panic, the ginger hid behind a nearby scoreboard until he saw keiji far enough to where he wouldn’t see the worried sophomore slip into the locker room.

“kozume!” shoyou cried out. the blond was in a fetal position on the floor against the lockers. he rocked back and forth, the frantic movement almost causing him to hit his head against the hard metal. his breathing was short and unstable, almost like he was choking. it was even more difficult to breathe due to his strained cries. the state of his close friend made shoyou sick to his stomach, his body trembled, not knowing what to do. “what- whats happening?!” he tried to prevent kozume from accidentally injuring himself, but once his hand made contact with kozume’s shoulder, the blond slapped his hand away.

“don’t touch me!” he cried out. his eyes grew in panic, everything around him was overwhelming him past his limit.

shoyou fell back at the sudden impact, “kozume-”

“i’m sorry,” kozume dug his head back into his arms. “i’m sorry i’m sorry i’m sorry i’m sorry i’m sorry-” he repeated the same words over and over again, each apology more desperate than the last. ‘i hit shoyou? why did i hit shoyou?’ “i didn’t mean it- i didn’t i-” his voice was restless, saying the same thing over and over as his mind grew louder by the second. ‘i hurt shoyou. i hurt yn. i can’t stop. i don’t know what to do. i can’t stop. it hurts. everything hurts. i hurt yn. my heart wont shut up. it’s so loud. everything is so loud. please shut up. please shut up. shut up. shut up. shut up-’

“kozume i don’t know what to do!” shoyou sobbed. the situation was getting to much for him, he needed to call someone for help. “i’m going to get yn, she’ll know what to do-”

“SHUT UP.” shoyou stopped in his tracks, body cold at the sudden yell. kozume’s head jerked up at his own words, disbelief written across his face. was he the one who yelled that? “please don’t get yn. please- shoyou please.” he was tirelessly begging. tears constructing his vision enough to not even know if shoyou was opening the door or not. “please. please don’t call yn. i don’t- she can’t know. please. i’m sorry i yelled. i’m sorry- just. just- don’t move.”

shoyou slowly removed his hand from the door handle. his movements were slow, scared that he might suddenly alarm kozume again. he squeezed his eyes shut, breathing long and slow to calm his nerves so that he could at least provide some sort of ease to kozume. “okay…” he whispered, slowly opening his eyes. shoyou bent down to kozume’s level, leaving a foot of space between them as he tried to calm the blond’s nerves as he just did his own. “it’s okay koz. it’s okay.” continuing the breathing exercise he was previously doing, shoyou used his hands to motion each inhale, each hold of breath, and each exhale.

“i’m sorry.” kozume murmured, unable to meet shoyou’s gaze. he was slowly regaining stable breathing, the pain in his chest diminishing.

“don’t apologize!” shoyou scolded. “i’m the one who should say sorry, kozume.” the ginger choked back his tears, refraining from overwhelming his friend. “i didn’t know what to do and i couldn’t help you..”

kozume shook his head, “you did help, sho. thank you.” a small smile graced his features, reassuring his friend.

the two sat in silence for a few minutes until shoyou decided to let his curiosity flow free. “kozume, can i ask you something?” the blonde nodded. “what's happening between you and keiji? and why can’t yn know about this? why are you hiding it from her?”

kozume let out a weak laugh. “that’s more than just a something.”

“sorry, i just don’t get it!” shoyou whined. “yn likes you, a lot, and i thought you really like yn too. so why are u letting keiji get in the way and talk you down like that? why are you so afraid of letting yourself be happy?”

the familiar question rang through kozume’s mind. a previous conversation from tetsurou suddenly resurfacing.

“are you afraid of letting yourself be happy or something? look, i’m not saying you should’ve prevented keiji from asking yn out, but you’ve liked my sister since what? the second grade? and you just let some new guy sweep her off her feet? that’s just crazy, man! i know for a fact that he could never have the same connection you and her have, trust me, i’m like psychic or something. i know you’re the better person–- the only person, actually, for yn.”

“it’s not that…” kozume groaned. “i’m afraid that…if yn and i do become something more than what we are now, i’ll disappoint her more than i already do. what if, once we start dating, she realizes she doesn’t actually like me?”

shoyou frowned. keiji’s words were dug deep into kozume’s heart. nothing he could say, no amount of reassurance could ever directly change kozume’s mindset. it needed to come from her–

knock. knock. knock.

“sho? kozume? are you guys okay? i- uhm we’re getting worried…you two have been in there for a long time, is everything okay?”

there she was. the only person who could dissolve all of keiji’s cruel words from kozume’s distraught soul.

“sorry, we’ll be out in a sec, nn!” shoyou called out. he reached a hand out for kozume to take. “are you okay to go outside?”

the blonde took a deep breath. “we have a game next week, don’t we?” he placed his hand on shoyou’s, pulling himself up.

the two opened the door to reveal yn’s big doe eyes brimming with concern. “what happened? did you lose your towel? was the water too cold?” she enveloped kozume’s hands into her own, feeling the difference in temperature. “if you didn’t have any warm water, you should’ve told us! taking a cold shower after being soaked in the rain isn’t good for you!”

“hey!” coach ukai irked, already frustrated that kozume would only have less than an hour to practice. “stop feeling the boy up and let him get his ass to work!”

yn’s eye twitched at the suggestive assumption. she quipped her head at keishin and flipped him off. “shut up, old man!”

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venndaai · 7 months

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if breq decided she was going to be evil seivarden would be right there brushing off the ol jackboots and designing an especially intimidating leather outfit for breq complete with ominous pins that complimented the ordinary officer black leather uniforms. not that seivarden would enjoy being evil just that if breq has no one by her side it means that someone or something is keeping seivarden from it

I really love this scenario you’ve posed here because it brings up some questions I love pondering about Radchaai ethics and morality. Like I think you are 100% right and I love the picture you’ve painted but I want to take this opportunity to muse about what “Evil Breq” would even look like, to Seivarden.

In AJ, Seivarden witnesses Breq attempt to shoot the God-Emperor of Seivarden's civilization and kickstart a civil war, and her response is "uhhh idk what's going on here but I don't care." In AS, Seivarden believes that Breq is tormenting an innocent teenager to relieve her anger at Anaander, and Seivarden clearly thinks that this is Bad, but her response is "well this is my fault for not making her feel better."

Radchaai morality is obviously all about Justice, Propriety, and Benefit, and when Seivarden praises Breq she says she’s “fucking capable, and willing to risk everything to do right,” and she "doesn't toss people aside when they’re suddenly inconvenient, or to profit herself”. I think for Seivarden, morality is very much centered on Not Letting People Down. Anaander can conquer as many planets as she likes, but killing citizens is breaking the social contract and betraying her duty. Shooting military personnel for insubordination is expected, but shooting civilian security is again, breaking the contract.

Which is all to say, I think if Breq decided she wanted to be a mass murdering conqueror again, Seivarden wouldn’t necessarily see that as Evil Breq. If Breq decided to be a mass murdering conqueror who sacrificed her subordinates as pawns in her plan, or ran her ship tyrannically, Seivarden would… probably think it was her fault for not satisfying the Fleet Captain sexually and try whatever she thought might fix the situation, while still backing Breq up 100% against all other critics.

#i'm also pretty sure in my heart that they're already wearing very evil-looking uniforms designed for max intimidation #radch blogging #replies #anonymous #brevarden

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lillylvjy · 6 months

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Take me back (to the night we met)

a/n: hi! Um- nothing special here. Just a little thing saying I’m posting…… have fun. Also sorry if some things don’t make sense, I wrote half of this like two weeks ago and the other half yesterday so.

warnings: fluff, all of it. Kissing, snow, coldness, I- dead trees??? Idk some people care about that (/lh), um yeah maybe some cuss words but not a ton. WITCH WILMA!!!!

wc: 2.4K

edited: yes

wilma soot x afab!reader, wilma soot x gn!reader

Sobbing- look at her

“So you’re telling me they wouldn’t even take the painting as a small recognition piece?!” You asked the women in front of you as you shelved books back into their rightful place.

“Yeah. It’s fine though! I have next time. I hope.” Wilma said as she started playing with her hands.

“Hey, Hey-“ you quickly grabbed her hands and held them in yours. “Always next time. You show them that they should’ve taken your piece, because you are brilliant. And they’re stupid stuck up assholes.” You said as she laughed at the words that came out of your mouth.

Wilma quickly hide her face from you as she looked at the ground, letting her hair fall around it and make a curtain. The warmth of your hands around hers makes her giddy and warm inside, loving how you rubbed her hands in comfort.

“Thank you. Who knows, maybe I’ll find a muse for my next project!” Wilma lifted her head as she grabbed both of your hands in hers and swung them around in excitement. You smiled up at her as she giggled and her eyes wide in wonderment and ideas of what she could do. She looked precious. Perfect.

“Oh? So I’m not your muse anymore?!” You asked, looking at her with wide eyes and held a hand to your heart to act like you had just been wounded by her words.

“Love, you’re always my muse.” Wilma looked down at you with a small grin and a glint in her eyes that you couldn’t quite read. Her hand came up and placed a stray hair of yours behind your ear and resting her hand on your cheek.

In the moment you both subconsciously leaned in, both wanting more as time went on. Your eyes darting from her brown chocolate eyes that you could get lost in anytime, anywhere, back down to her lips that you wanted to bruise and kiss and bite-

As you both got close enough to bump noises, the sound of the bell on the front counter went off. You both jumped away quickly, you clearing your throat and rubbing your hands on your jeans, and Wilma rubbing the back of her neck out of embarrassment.

“I- uh, I close tonight so I won’t be off until later. I’ll text you when I’m off yeah?” You said as she nodded and waved goodbye as you quickly walked up to the counter.

She watched as you smiled and made small conversation with the old couple, ease dropping in on the conversation.

“Oh really?! How long have you both been married?” You asked, eyes wide in curiosity. Wilma always loved that about you, how much you loved listening to other people, no matter the subject, you would always listen.

“About 46 years now, yeah?” The guys said, asking his partner beside him.

“Yeah, still don’t know how I’ve dealt with you.” The lady jokes as she nudges the man’s shoulder.

“Oh hush, you love me. Ever since college.” He said as he wrapped his arm around her waist to pull her closer into him.

“You got that right.” The woman said as she looked up at him with a smile and kissed his cheek.

Looking back over to you, Wilma saw your eyes. Gleaming in delight and passion as you listened to the couple bicker, smiling and laughing along with them. She loved how your noise crinkled when your smiled that big smile of yours, loved how wide your eyes got when someone said something remotely close to something you had interest in, love how you would ramble on and on about nothing at all yet you made it sound like it was the most brilliant thing ever.

She hated how much she loved you. Well, hated how much she couldn’t find the right moment how to tell you how much she loved you.

Turning your head as the couple left, you caught her eyes again. Smiling, you furrowed your eyebrows to silently ask, “what’s up?”. Wilma waved her hand at you to tell you that she was fine and left.

As she was walking to her cottage, snuggling into her coat even more than she already was, she stopped. Across the way was the park, the park where she met you.

She could recall everything that happened, she’d even argue it was one of the best days of her life, meeting you. The way you smiled at her as you complimented her sketch of the flower beds by the tree. How your eyes glowed as the sun hit them just right.

That’s where she fell in love with you.

Walking over to the tree, leaves now pooling around the trunk, orange and yellow filling her vision as she smiles at the sight of fall all around her.

Swinging her bag around her body, she pulled out a small blanket she brought just in case she got the urge to draw, and her sketch book. Sitting in the blanket, she opened up to a clean page, grabbed her pencil and started sketching.

Meanwhile you were still sitting in the library, staring at the place you and Wilma once stood, recalling everything that happened moments prior.

You almost kissed her.

“Damn bell, wasn’t really saving me idiot.” You murmured under your breathe as you hit the bell. You quickly perked up at the sound of laughter behind you.

“Someone’s upset.” Your coworker laughed as they came to rest beside you on the counter. You guys have been dead all day so there’s nothing to do besides- wait.

“No shit. This stupid thing ruined my chance of kissing her and I want to cry.” You said as you laid yourself on the counter dramatically, pushing the bell on the floor as you did.

Sighing, Ryan went around the front of the counter, picked up the bell and lifted your head up by your forehead. “Come on, you’re done for the night.”

“What? What do you mean, I have to close.” You said as you stood up straight and looked at them with wide eyes and furrowed brows.

“Call it a favor yeah? You owe me one. Now go find this girl and confess your stupid romantic feelings you have for her.” They said as they smiled at you, nodding their head at the door.

Eyes lighting up and gaped mouth turning into a smile, you quickly hugged them and grabbed your things.

“I knew you were sucker for romance, Ryan. At least a little bit!” You said as you rushed to get your coat on while walking to the door.

“Still don’t want to be apart of it though! Have fun and you better tell her! Or I will ditch your ass on a shift.” They said as they settled down in the chair at the front desk while reading.

“Got it! Can’t promise it’ll go well-“ You hushed under your breath as you stepped out in the late fall weather. Walking down the sidewalk towards the coffee shop, you came to the realization that you had no clue where she was. And you didn’t want to text her, feeling that that’d be a bit weird.

“Shit.” You sighed in defeat as you started to walk back to the library and call it quits, until you saw the park, realizing that you haven’t been in a while and how it might be nice to just enjoy the weather while it last.

Walking across the road and onto the path, you let your body take you wherever it wanted. Looking all around you, greens turned into orange, reds and yellows. Tree branches hanging low from the cold weather that started to appear more clearly with each passing second. The clouds, grey and mellow, the weight of rain and snow dragging them down to the earth as it waited for the perfect moment. The grass damp and dead from all of these changes, yet not one of these things seemed to mind it. Not even the people walking past. Certainly not you.

As you admired all of the sights in the park, you quickly realized where you were going. Laughing, you looked up and saw someone sitting a couple yards away from the tree. Walking closer, you saw a lighter brown beanie and the light blue washed jeans you had seen earlier that day and complimented.

Of course she was here.

You smiled to yourself as you slowly walked up behind her, looking over her shoulder to see her drawing the tree and all of its attributes.

“Pretty tree, isn’t it?” You said out in the open as you sat on the ground beside her. You could see her snap her head to the side as you sat down, quickly untensing as she saw you smiling at her. She smiled back at you as she dropped her head back down to her notebook and started shading again.

“Oh yeah! Definitely! With of its dead leaves on the ground, kinda just lying there.” Wilma said sarcastically as she pointed at the tree.

“Oh shush, it’s still just as beautiful as it always has been.” You said as you look at the tree and all of its branches and leaves that still hung on to it for dear life.

“Yeah. Yeah it sure is.” Wilma said as she looked at you, eyes sparkling and wide with love and want. She loves how you admire all the little things in life and appreciate everything even if it’s bad.

She wants to hold you, kiss you, praise you, paint you. She wants you. Wants to love you.

“What? What’s wrong?” You asked, voice full of worry and confusion as you looked at her expression. Wilma quickly shook her head and smiled as she looked back down at her sketch book.

“Nothing nothing. You just look really pretty that’s all.” Wilma smiled at the book in her lap as she quickly placed the tip of the pencil back in the paper and started sketching more.

Laughing quietly at her, you placed your vision back on the multicolored tree. Filled with all sort of browns and greens and reds, all of them blending together into a beautiful mess on the floor. You wish you could just stay here. Watching all the leaves fall as the cold wind nips at your nose and ears, threading to make all of their feeling disappear in an instant. And with her. Stay here with her, drawing and humming every time she thought it was appropriate. You would, could never get tired of her skill and her talent. You could never get tired of her laugh and voice. You could never get tired of her. It seemed impossible to you.

“Wilm-“ Your words were cut off as your head turned towards hers and lips met yours in the middle. Without a second thought, Wilma quickly released the hold she had on your jaw and cleared her throat. You didn’t say anything, eyes wide and mouth opening and closing like a fish, yet nothing came out.

“I- I’m sorry! I- I didn’t mean to do that i promise. I’m so sorry, fuck I- I’ll leave.” Wilma said while stuttering out her reply as she gathered all her stuff in her bag. You quickly realized what she was doing and snapped back to reality as she stood up. “I’m sor-“

“Wilm shut up.” You told her as you took her face in your hands and leant up towards her on your toes, her being a significant amount taller than you, placing your lips on hers again, savoring every second of this moment you had.

You quickly felt hands wrap around your waist as she pulled you in closer to her, deepening the kiss as she did. Smiling into it, your hands gripped the hair of the back of her head tighter in your grasps, trying to ground yourself in this heavenly moment.

As much as you wanted to keep going, you suddenly felt something fall on your face. It was cold and wet, and you almost wanted to frown at the thought of rain, especially after what just happened. Pulling away and resting your forehead on hers, you opened your eyes to see her smiling wide. You smiled back at you but then you see her look up and laugh at whatever it was.

Looking around yourself, you stopped in awe. The cold, wet speck you felt wasn’t rain, but snow. White snow that slowly fell all around you both, coating the ground, making it look like sweet, delicious sugar everywhere. It was beautiful.

“Holy shit.” You said in a whispery tone as your expression changed to a smiley, giggly one. Turning around to face Wil, you held your hands out in the air and jumped up and down. “Holy shit!”

You hear her laugh at you as she comes back over to you and wraps her arms around you again, pulling you towards her. Wrapping your own arms around her neck, you leant up and knocked your nose with hers.

“Hmm do you think we did that?” Wilma asked jokingly as she pointed to the sky. Giggling at her words you shook your head and pecked her lips before speaking.

“Hmm, definitely not me, but maybe you! You are the witch after all, maybe you carded some sort of spell or some shit-“

“Love, as much as i would love to, I can’t control the weather. Even if I tried.” She said as she ran her thumb over the pout you gave her.

“So you can’t make it snow all the time?” You whined up at her as she laughed and shook her head. You placed your forehead on her chest as you whined more.

“No whining. Enjoy it now. Kinda romantic yeah?” Wilma asked you as she looked around at the snow that continuously got worse as time went on. You nodded out as you nuzzles deeper into her sweater. “Ok as much as I love snow and how much I know you do too, you’re freezing. We need to get you inside love. How about you hang out at mine for a bit? We can talk about this?” Wilma asked, anxiety lacing her words as she looked at you with furrowed brows.

“Yeah, yeah I’d love too! As long as you make me tea because fuck I’m cold.” You told her as you gripped her hand in yours and started towards the bus stop.

Laughing, Wilma brought your hand to her lips and kissed it. “Don’t worry, I’ll warm you up. Promise.”

Biting your lip, you smiled up at her and pressed a kiss to her cheek as the bus arrived.

“I’m looking forward to it.”

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yoomtahsgf · 6 months

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all 4 of my muses in fashion dreamer!!!

1. meeeeee :3

2. yoomtah zing from epithet erased (my beloved<3)

3. koishi komeiji from touhou subterranean animism (my bestie ^_^)

4. parsee mizuhashi from touhou subterranean animism (also meeeeee :3)

all items except for koishi's jacket are made by me ♡ come follow me and visit my showroom, my id is 7mXegDVkL8!!

extra info under the cut!!

NOTES: i use they/them only ♡ please dni if ur against selfshipping/self inserts/oc x canon, or if ur pr0/c0mship, thank you!!

i was so happy when i unlocked the plaid outfit set its SO CUTEEEEEEEEE theyre my favorite items for sure<3also i dont actually have the makeup or eye color unlocked i just got the makeup from one of the muse advisors and stole the eye color from another player who had it just for the photos but shhhhh LOL also idk if theres actually heart eye highlights in the game i hope there is bc itd be so cute but i doubt it bc i havent seen anyone with any............at least i can edit it<3

i was also super happy to unlock the set yoomtah's in too bc i knew since i saw it that i wanted to use it for her outfit<3i tried to make the colors match her canon hair colors as close as possible.........i wish there was hair more like hers too ueueueueu and also i had to edit her lightning eyes and lil cheek things too her character design is simply too powerful for any character creators KSJDKSJFK

as for koishi her outfit is rlly close to her canon outfit bc i already think its rlly cute and like the kind of fashion i can actually see her wearing<3i can also see her in like either mori kei or gurokawa with not much in between KSJEJDJDKF and this outfit is obviously more mori inspired!!ik there is circle-in-the-middle eye highlights but i havent unlocked them yet so until i unlock them i'll be editing them onto her LOL also her 3rd eye is always a little tricky to edit in but i think it turned out cute here ^_^

i REALLYLYYYYYYY wanted to use the frilled-collar t-shirt dress with choker for parsee to give it that yamikawa vent art print vibe but i have 0 luck with the gacha-only items in this game so i had to compromise</3but as soon as i finally get it i am for SURE updating her outfit!!!i was also stumped on what hat to use for her so since the jacket i used has bears on it i figured.bear hat!!also she actually is wearing green chain earrings in game but 1. u cant normally see her ears with her hairstyle 2. i had to edit her pointy ears in so i just used one of the chain brushes in ibis paint x to put it on her LOL

#fashion dreamer #epithet erased #touhou #yoomtah zing #koishi komeiji #parsee mizuhashi #ee yoomtah #epithet erased yoomtah #komeiji koishi #mizuhashi parsee

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quitealotofsodapop · 5 days

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Shihuā probably would have peeled through Guanyin's eyes (if that's something that could be done, idk it seems to imply that even souls already reincarnated can still interact with the world in some way with how the Golden Cicada would guide Tang in the Lantern City or how all of the Pilgrims jsut suddenly appeared as spirits rather than memories when Wukong was rescuing everyone from the Scroll's curse) if she could. Just imagining Shihuā and her mate watching over Wukong through Guanyin, and since Guanyin has reached enlightenment, she probably can recognize when this happens. Crying for Wukong's pain and cheering for his victories, cooing at how he'd care for the baby monkeys. Maybe some of Wukong's more nerdy pursuits (dude is canonically a person who loves to learn) came from his dad? Or his painting skills at least.

Oh yes.

Shíhuā and Yē Lín are able to see much of Wukong's life on the island, given that it's their resting place. And the passed Matriarch has the privilege to see through the eyes of her most recent incarnation - the Bodhisattva Guanyin themselves no matter where they are.

And like with the Golden Cicada's spirit guiding Tang; Shíhuā is able to project herself to the goddess for matters requiring an extra opinion.

So the pair of monkeys are able to share the pains and sorrows and joys that Wukong experiences growing from a cub to a king to a pilgrim to a near-god. And they honestly just want to give him a hug.

They also giggle loudly when their son first meets the little visitor from the lunar realm with six-ears, knowing full well that the flustered stone cubs acted as they did once upon a time.

I love the thought of Wukong coming across his mother's things and seeing that while she had her love of music and fashion (her horde of jade ornaments and bone instruments evidence of that), she was admitedly awful when it came to art.

Wukong finds an art gift the mated pair shared and it looks like that one MLP meme.

Shíhuā, sheepishly: "Oh, your father had always been the better one when it came to visual arts." Yē Lín: "Hard not to when my muse is so beautiful!" Both ghost monkeys: *start nuzzling like newlyweds* Wukong: *covers eyes in embarassment*

Wukong's dad is also super proud and supportive of when he left the island to get an education from Subodhi. Shíhuā points to Wukong's piles of dogearred alchemy textbooks (this monkey had a big nerd moment in JTTW when he had to be a doctor) as evidence that he always had his dad's love of learning new things.

Wukong wonders aloud if his parents' habits rubbed off on his cubs (bio or adopted), only to turn around and see MK covered in chalk and drawing a mural of the Stone Matriach and her Consort from memory on the cave wall.

Yē Lín: "See? It's not only me! Your beauty trancends life itself!" *continues smooching wife* Shíhuā: *loud Wukong-esque snort of laughter!* Wukong: *prays Guanyin comes back soon*

Oh if there's grandbabies? You know them grandbabies getting the ghost equivalent of mini-boss bodyguards. The two monkeys sob over Wukong's cubs, overjoyed that he's able to be there with them when they couldn't for him.

#stone matriarch au #sun wukong #lmk #lego monkie kid #lmk guanyin

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practically-an-x-man · 21 days

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You get a professional animator to do one (1) animatic for each of your OCs. What song are you chosing, and what vibes are you going for with each OC?

Ooooooh thank you!!! I've thought about hypothetical animatics for some of my OCs before, but... not ALL of them, so this will be interesting!

Rae: Free by Mother Mother. I'm imagining every "Love let my love inside go... free" being a bloom of her abilities, all this bright silver light as she puts shields around what she loves, and all the other parts of the song being some gentler moments from her life.

Robin: I think it would be fun to play into her musical theatre/opera side - Let's Hear It for the Boy by Deniece Williams (from Footloose). The animatic would jump between her onstage, playing out the song as an actor in the musical, and some little soft scenes of her and Peter being all cute together.

Madison: I know when you recommended it first I said that Belladonna by Ava Max was more of a Nikoletta song (and it is, but I have a different animatic idea for her here), but it could work for Madison too I think. It would focus on her mutation, maybe a few fight scenes with her blinking in and out of sight with her glass knives. Then we see her knives get shattered, and the fins and spines breaking through her skin (sort of a stylized version of what happens in her story), and then the final chorus is her with her enhanced mutation (really driving home the "poison/venom" themes there)

Ophelia: Heartbreaker by Pat Benatar. I'd definitely go with a stylized fight scene for her, probably the fight against Charybdis since that's her biggest fight scene. I'm sure there are other songs that would fit her, but... idk man, Heartbreaker is just permanently linked to Ophelia in my mind, I really need a fight scene set to that for her.

Gia: Absolute Lithops Effect by the Mountain Goats. I'm imagining it starting with Gia fresh out of HYDRA, limping on an old and unfitting prosthetic and opening up this rundown and boarded-up shop in Hell's Kitchen. Gradually we see the green come into her life again: she cleans up her shop and paints it in bright colors, flowers bloom, her clover thrives across the back wall of her shop, she gets a new prosthetic and bright tattoos slowly gather on her skin as she rebuilds her life.

Jasper: Falling Away With You by Muse. I already used it for a Heartstrings chapter, but it could also work as this quieter, emotional piece for an animatic. With the lyrics, and the way it switches between these softer verses and a more intense chorus, I could see a series of flashbacks between the soft, lighthearted start to their relationship with Kyle, and then the angsty journey to recovery and readjustment after he dies and is brought back.

Kestrel: This is another one you recommended, but Daffodil by Florence + The Machine. I could see a lot of nature imagery, and a lot of Kestrel's transformations into various different animals. I don't have a particular story in mind, just a cool showcase of Kestrel as a character.

Katherine: The Lion's Roar by First Aid Kit! I can see Katherine wandering through the desert, with golden magic twining around her hands like ribbons, until this mirage appears ahead of her: at first it wavers, then solidifies into a silhouette of a lion, then splits again into two figures walking towards her - Bastet and Sekhmet. They greet her like family members, maybe pull her into a hug or something, then disappear back into the desert.

Quinn: Breakdown by Icon for Hire. I could see this as a past/present thing, where the first half of the video is her before the accident, running and parkouring with her first crew - and then the music cuts off, utter silence, black and white as she falls and hits the ground. The silence lingers for a few long moments.... and then we're back to the song, full color and vibrancy again, with her post-accident still slipping through the crowds and picking pockets.

Eris: Guillotine Dreams by KiNG MALA for sure!! I want to see Eris fighting like an animal, covered in blood but laughing through the whole way, just causing absolute havoc. I just... I want to see them being an utter riot!!

Nikoletta: I still love Whispers by Halsey for her (thanks again for the rec!) and I think that the tone of it really suits her. I think it would be a very stark animatic, a lot of Nikoletta sitting alone in these dark rooms, a lot of black and white with very few details around her (as an echo of her feeling isolated both internally and externally). Either it could just stay there and be an angst piece, or there could be the gradual addition of colors as she bonds with the Squad - yellow for Rick, red for Harley, eventually a whole myriad of colors for Abner.

Jimmy: Hemorrhage (in my Hands) by Fuel. I'm imagining it starting out pretty angsty... Jimmy's lost kiss, him getting shot in the chest and watching the blood spray out into his hands, him waking up as a ghost and wandering Coney Island, and then... right at the end of the song, while he's on his knees and trying desperately to catch the blood spilling out... we see a figure step in and offer him a hand up, and the blood flow begins to slow.

Prometheus: I know I don't usually include them in the lineup, but... I wrote a whole fic about their transformation from a nightmare into a dream, and it's based on The Calling by the Amazing Devil. I would kill to see that whole transformation sequence set to the song.

#my friends!!!#answered asks #my ocs #jasper wilson #ophelia octavius #oc quinn/aces #madison douglas #oc kestrel #rae mckinney #robin cassidy #oc prometheus #gia pantazis #oc katherine johnson #oc eris #nikoletta bordeaux #jimmy luciano

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sunflowersteves · 2 years

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hi!! i love your writing so much 🥰 would you write an eddie munson x afab artist reader? maybe she has to find a model for class, or maybe he sees her art somewhere? idk, it can be anything you like! just tons of fluff please :)) thank you so much!

stoppp i love this so much <3 thank u babe :)

You let out a small sigh, which prompts your boyfriend to look right up at you. He sees you scrunch up your nose in concentration, eyes rapidly moving across the page in front of you.

He smiles—warmth sprouting across his chest and filling the lengths of his soul. He continues to watch you with the biggest heart eyes anyone has ever seen, eyes following the movement of your pen.

You abruptly stop, lips cascading down into a frown. Your eyebrows furrow in irritation and your sigh is short and clipped this time—puffing out of your lips. “What’s wrong, baby?”

You shake your head, glasses falling slightly down your nose. “It’s nothing. I just can’t seem to get the body right. We had a model in class today, but I just can’t get his shoulders right!” You express in exasperation.

Eddie doesn’t respond for a moment, gaze set on your scribbled-out notebook. His eyes then lock with yours, and a light pink blush kisses his cheeks. “What if—What if I model for you?”

His voice sounded so quiet that you weren’t sure you had even heard him. Your mouth slightly opened in surprise before churning into a bright smile. “Would you really?”

Your excitement for this has his heart swallowed whole in the mushy gushy feelings of pure love. “Of course, sweetheart.” You smile, motioning for him to lay on the couch. “Good because you’re already my muse.”

His blush seems to redden even further, painting his cheeks a pretty ruby. Damn, someday you’re going to be the death of him. Eddie shyly takes off his shirt, ever so slowly as if it’s the very first time you’ve seen him that way. You take a look at your plethora of different pins and try not to stare at your very pretty boyfriend.

He sits as the model from your class does with his head resting on his palm. His other hand lays flat on the sofa near his chest, and his legs are on top of one another. You take a look at him now—letting out a deep gasp.

You can’t help but gape at your boyfriend and just how ethereal he is. His hair fans perfectly around his face, and his shoulders are round and sturdy. His tummy pouches a bit, and his hips are curved ever so slightly by his tight jeans. His scars are sprinkled against the plains of his chest and all the way down to his hips.

His eyes widened a little, “what?”

You blink, “nothing, you’re just beautiful Eds.” He smiles, tongue poking out of his mouth a little. “Shouldn’t you be getting to work over there?”

You wave your hand at him, “yeah, yeah, I’m on it.”

Your eyes flicker between Eddie and the paper in front of you. You start with his neck, tracing the lines and curves of it all. You already draw a mole, knowing exactly where that spot was without even looking at him.

You then move down to his shoulders, erasing bits and pieces here and there. Eddie can't help but watch your process with his heart thumping against his rib cage.

He watches your eyes move down to his chest and the way his arms lay against his body. He blushes slightly again at the feeling of your stare. He really couldn't get enough of you, could he?

You made everything feel good and okay. You made him want to explode with happiness and shine as bright as the stars. It was you. All you.

Eddie lets out a small gasp at the feeling of your body on top of him, pressing kisses onto his chest and neck. He erupts in laughter due to your soft lips tickling his skin.

"Y-You're supposed to be drawing!" You press a long kiss onto his lips and run a hand from his tummy to his chest. He isn't complaining much though, as his kiss is just as fierce.

"I can't help it when my model is just so hot and pretty and adorable—" He laughs again, lips turning into a little smirk.

"Well, I think that the artist is pretty hot too. Maybe I should get their number, don't you think?"

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson fluff #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things vol 2 #stranger things 4 #eddie munson #eddie my love

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adelaidedrubman · 7 months

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For jessie can i get 🍉 🍑 (how big is her strap?) and 🥝

HI BELOVED blows you several kisses for these ily💖 below cut for self explanatory reasons

🍉 What’s your character’s favorite kink?

FAVORITE FAVORITE? like she can only have one? so hard, but painting with the broadest brushes possible. brat taming or outdoor sex. and let’s be honest it’s brat taming she doesn’t mind being in a building that much

🍑 Your character’s Penis size?

................verbs idk how you managed to be the one person to fully unlock the plot to the sexless kinktober oneshot but well. spoiler alert ig.

typical day probably a solid 6.5 inches rounding up which started as a robust 7 inches (or was at least advertised as such) and shrank over time due to the nature of cheap ass silicone. (the one area of her life in which she shoots for mass appeal over workmanship btw she’s focused on maximizing chances of getting it in with whoever over product quality and buys modest) (it is also absolutely canon that she fails to care for her strap it has certainly been thrown in the washer on hot several times because she just chucks it in with the pile of clothes she left on the floor the night before)

anyways abruptly upgraded to a sturdy ~9 inches long >5 inches thick circumference overnight (the most money she’s spent on anything that wasn’t fishing or rock climbing) because she cannot stand even the hypothetical girlmath possibility that john is packing more than her.

YES she tries to gaslight him about it obviously. her strap has always been that big what is he talking about

🥝 Your character’s most private sexual fantasy? Or describe yours and my muse will weight in on if they would participate.

what if....... maybe...... every now and then..... instead of brat taming and degrading...... she was a very encouraging and doting and freely praising service top......... HA. just kidding. cringe she would never do that.. unless............

#oc: deputy jestiny ellen #nsft #VERBS YOU CAME FOR HER THROAT AND FOR WHY

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skambane · 2 years

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Hi! I love your blog! <3 Do you have any headcannons about rivusa as parents? Especially Riven? Idk why I always picture Riven as a girl dad to a little mind fairy! I’d love to hear your thoughts! :)

first of all, thank you very much, love!!! second, OMG you just opened a dangerous door because if there’s one thing that i have is for sure rivusa headcanons about everything. so lets go, headcanons for rivusa as parents:

- in my headcanon neither of them believed they would be good parents, so at first neither musa or riven would want to have kids therefore would be super careful for it not happen

- but you know… accidents happen so their first pregnancy would definitely be unplanned. musa would find out first and freak the absolute out about it, first for not believing she would be a good mom and second for being scared to tell riven, thinking he would hate it

- she decides to tell him anyway after not more than a few hours because she couldn’t bare to think about it on her own. she waits for him to get home, tell while freaking out and embraces herself for the caos of emotions she would feel from him (cause even though she can control her powers now, she’d be too nervous to focus on doing it) but for her surprise she felt nothing but calm. for the first time in their life together riven was calmer than ever. she’d say “fuck, riv im freaking out, why are you so calm? is freaking me even more…” and classic riven would chuckled an amused laugh because god she was cute.

“come here…” he would hug her and say “im calm because it’s us and we will figure it out together, muse, we always do…” in his mind, he could only think of how much he loves her and that maybe it would be nice to have a mini musa love too

- overprotective riven would be at it’s finest during pregnancy which musa thought it was cutest thing ever… for about month and then it started to drive her insane because he wouldn’t let her lift a pen. “riv, this is ridiculous, opening a can of beans won’t be the end of me” she says, he gets the thing out of her hands and say dead serious: “opening cans are dangerous, love. you are creating a whole person right now, go look pretty while sitting there and let me”

- riven would talk to their baby every night, no lullaby or cute stories ofc. he’d tell about their missions together, would explain all about mommy’s powers and about every single type of sword that exists because “kid, you have badass parents so you gotta get used to it”

- towards the end musa would prank him all the time “RIVEN MY WATER JUST BROKE” and he would fall for it and freak out every time, running around to get their bags

- they wait until birth to know the gender but they were certain that it was going to be a boy… well, they were wrong. little sadie was born just as the sun was raising in the sky, healthy and perfect with a full head of dark hair and rosy cheeks just like her mom and beautiful green eyes like her dad.

- at first it was hard ‘cause sadie was the most stubborn baby ever but could you blame her? she’s her parents daughter after all… but eventually, after many sleepless nights and never ending days, they get the rang of things

- riven was such a girl’s dad, he would let her do absolutely everything to him from branding his hair, to painting his nails or reading his mind. “daddy, whats a wanker?” she would ask while he drives her to daycare after a car cuts them in traffic. “oh god, get out of my head kid.” he would answer fondly as always, looking through the review mirror to catch the green that matches his turn into purple. he absolutely loved that part, to see a piece of him turn into musa was simply magical.

- and sadie was a such a specialist’s daughter. she was fierce and fearless just like her dad, loving superhero movies and choosing every type of combat’s classes over ballet (and riven did mock musa so much for thing). she was for sure the bravest kid at any playground…

- but she was also a mindy fairy which could be confusing for a little kid. sadie cried the whole way home after the first time she felt that the other girls at school didn’t like her. neither riven nor the promise of icecream was able to make her feel better, only her mom’s hug.

“mommy, make it go away.” she pleaded in her mother’s arms. her green eyes drowning in tears while musa hugged her strongly, stroking the girl’s long black hair “it’s alright, baby, mommy is here, daddy is here… we are gonna figure it out together.”

- not taking away her daughter’s pain hurt musa more than anything in her entire life but she didn’t anyway, instead she promised herself to be a better parent than her parents ever were and she helped sadie to understand/control her powers

- they talked for years about another kid, mostly riven who was constantly in a state of baby-fever and he finally convinced musa when sadie was four but it took them two years to get pregnant again… but don’t get it wrong they were happily trying for those two years 😏

- and this time both of them were calmer from the start because they knew that no matter what happened… they’d figure it out together, as always.

come chat with me about rivusa

#lina talks #asks #fate the winx saga #rivusa #my rivusa headcanons

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acourtofthought · 6 months

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Why Rose is one of the things that describes Elain? like was it mentioned in the books? I feel like Feyre can be more assosiate to roses than Elain since book one was literally that and Sunflowers were always the one which reminded me of Elain. but since I joined the fandom everyone start talking about Rose and Bread and I was like??? yeah bread can be a hint for Elain but Roses? idk man I think sjm only used that to show wherever Bryce was, was not Hel... I mean yeah it sounds a little specific but also she mentioned grass so...

ig I'm the only one who thinks Rose and Bread was actually an observation of Feyre's world

Roses are a bit symbolic of Elain

ACOTAR

"I slung off my outer clothes onto the sagging dresser - frowing at the violets and roses I'd painted around the knobs of Elain's drawer." ACOMAF "I painted flowers for Elain on her drawer" I said, sawing and sawing. "Little roses and begonias and irises." (not sure why SJM swapped out violets for begonias and irises but roses remain the same" ACOWAR

"It drove the servants mad, because they were supposed to do the work and ladies were only meant to clip a rose here and there, but Elain would put on a hat and gloves and kneel in the dirt, weeding". She was a rose bloom in a mud field. ACOFAS "the apron over her rose-pink gown dusted with flour" ACOSF "And torn up by thorns," I mused, recalling a morning this past summer when Elain had come into the house, her right palm bleeding from several gashes thanks to a stubborn rosebush that had pierced her gloves. ACOSF It was a small flat rose, fashioned of stained glass, designed so that when held to the light, the true depth of the colors would become visible. (Is that not what SJM has been building up to since she made Lucien the Heir to Day and Elain claiming she needs Sunshine? Her true depth will emerge when she's where she's meant to be and with who she's meant to be with). Feyre was associated with the scent of roses while pregnant but that wasn't necessarily Feyre herself. The scent of new life was roses. So I do think when a reader sees "Bread and Roses" it's normal to think of Elain. But where I think E/riels have it wrong is that she's living there with Az. First off, SJM doesn't reveal endgame couples living together before it happens on page. There is no chance we're going to start CC3 and see them cohabitating. Also, Elain gave the necklace back to Az and he gave it to someone else. Exactly how did they fall in love and start living together when SF ended with Az showing more interest towards Gwyn than Elain? Second, the entire point of the necklace and roses are that they need light to have their full depth / beauty revealed. If roses are symbolic of Elain than what's also true is that she needs to be with her mate in order to thrive in the same way Feyre thrived with Rhys while in the NC and Nesta thrived with Cassian while living in the library. A person likened to a flower needs a place of sunshine to bloom. I do think it's possible the mention of bread and roses was a clue but not that she's living with Az in the townhouse. I think the clue is in how it makes you think of Elain only to realize she's not present with the IC for a pretty major event. Neither Mor or Elain are in the scene with Bryce and that makes you question where they are. Considering they were both pretty absent in SF and they're again absent 9 months later, it has me wondering if they're no longer living in the NC.

#anti e/riel

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pigeonwit · 10 months

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I have some AUs if you were serious and down for them?

I LOVE fantasy/creature AUs, and I also love frenemies to lovers. Idk if this was newsies specific so pls feel free to go wild with any franchise! but I defo won't complain if it is newsies hshshshs

jasper i must be so honest the ask game meant for you to pick from the randomizer but i love those tropes so much that i just can't refuse them.

(i made jupes' ask SO messy so i wanted to add a little bit of structure to this one.)

Hades Davey, Persephone Jack AU:

yes yes i know it's problematic to retell the hades/persephone myth this way but i've had this tucked away in my brain for SO LONG and this was the perfect opportunity to finally make me write it

David is Lord of Hades, God of the Dead (NOT the God of Death, thank you, that's his brother, Les, the young Lord of Thanatos) - he had the unfortunate luck (or so it seems) of drawing the short straw when the eldest gods decided their domains and is now drowning in bureaucracy and paperwork that is decades behind schedule (before you judge, you try registering 332,648 souls a day).

Jack, however, is not a god at all - at present, he is only a mortal, the adopted son of Medda (the Lady of Demeter). When a Muse found his paintings, they saw fit to bless him, and so he travels the world bringing new seasons - painting buds onto bare trees and flowers into bushes. This includes, much to David's chagrin, the realm of Hades. When Jack discovers just how much Pulitzer has been tipping the scales against David - slowly but surely ousting him from Olympus and preparing to strip him of his godly titles altogether - Jack decides to go on strike, hiding in Hades and leaving the world season-less.

Snippet:

When the Titans were defeated, the three eldest gods drew lots for their domains. It was Joseph’s idea – he was the one who pushed the Titans into Tartarus, who reclaimed their world, and it wouldn’t be right to go against him. Not so soon. The twins had expected he would simply declare the domains himself; Joseph had always preferred his own methods, after all. But it seemed Joseph was determined for a new era, an era of fairness for the gods and mortals of this plane. And so, they drew their lots.

Joseph inherited the domain of Zeus. Even now, he dwells within the sky, the clouds, the air within your lungs. Joseph is one who prefers things to be where they should be; and he will make sure that they are.

Sarah inherited the domain of Poseidon. She bowed her head and accepted her lot in this new world – but she is still determined to keep it her own, even when Joseph watches above. The ocean is a force unto itself; the clouds cannot control it, no matter how hard they try.

And that left David. David, who drew the short straw. David, who was cast into the one realm Joseph cannot see. David, whose privacy and suspicion left him cast out from Olympus, and made a prisoner in his own domain.

David, Lord of Hades.

oOo

In the darkest deaths of a place below the realms of mortal earth, there is shadow. Shadow deeper than time itself, stained into the fabric of reality. It is a darkness of its own design, its own – not life. Life is not the correct word. But of its own existence. It does not come easily – David learned that much when he first arrived here, in this dank and festering pit. It must not be forced – Death bows to no one, not even he who must reside over it. But David has learned over the centuries that Death can be coerced, if you treat it kindly enough.

This is why David can drape the shadows over himself like a cloak – why he can push it outwards in tendrils, like ink in water, smoking around himself as he spreads his arms wide.

“Who disturbs these realms of the dead,” he calls with a voice only half his own, as the spirits chitter and cower at the sight of him, “who pulls the slumbering to wake-”

“Oh – hey, Davey.”

For fucks sake.

“Jack!” David snaps, casting off his cloak of shadow - the spirits whimper at the sudden movement, clawing desperately at the cave walls to get away from him. “Oh, no-!” David winces. “No, I’m sorry, I’m sorry-”

His ears prick on quiet, stifled snickering, and David flushes to his neck. He whirls around, almost tripping over his robes, to face where Jack is giggling against the cave wall – the cave wall that is now dotted with pink.

“What are you doing?!” David grits out. “Mortals aren’t meant to be down here, Jack, it’s dangerous!”

“Aw, c’mon,” Jack rolls his eyes so cavalierly that it makes David want to choke him, or – other things. “What’s the danger? Cerberus? He’s a big teddy bear and you know it.”

David purses his lips and swallows back his retort, considering he was the one who trained Cerberus, a fact he was rather proud of until he met Jack for the first time, sitting astride the hound’s massive chest to give him belly-rubs.

“You shouldn’t be here.” He echoes, weaker than the first, as echoes often are. “Time, it – it passes differently here, a few seconds turns into a few weeks and-”

“Davey, my ma’s a goddess, my brother’s a god, my friends are gods.” Jack says flatly – he’s still staring at the wall, feathering a few more strokes of his brush. “Ain’t no one gonna panic if I take off for a month or two. ‘Sides, m’almost done – you’ll like this one!”

David can feel his cheeks pinching with how hard he’s trying to refrain from frowning – but he can’t help but be curious by the little pink clusters Jack’s painting. He peers closer, hovering when he gets a bit too close to Jack’s shoulder – he’s so warm, it’s radiating off him like sunlight, so warm and bright and alive – it feels wrong to be so close to him. But as David looks closer, he can make out the little flutters in the pink dots, the soft shapes, the little white hearts at the centre and the angled brown lines that run like veins throughout-

“Flowers.” David says without thinking. “You brought… Flowers.”

“Figured you could use a li’l spring down here.” Jack says offhandedly. He dots a few black speckles into the flowers, something David just barely recognizes as seeds – he hasn’t seen seeds in decades. “Hope it don’t clash with your whole, y’know…” He wafts a hand in David’s general direction. “Angsty loner vibe.”

“I am not angsty.” David snaps. “I’m the Lord of Hades, and this is – entirely against regulations, Jack, Plutus is gonna fine me-!”

“I’ll have ma put in a good word for ya.”

“It could go on my record!”

“Record?” Jack frowns. “What record? You’re a god. You’re, like – the big three.”

David stares stubbornly at the floor.

“You need to go.”

“Davey.”

A sun-darkened hand rests against his shoulder, the warm touch burning through his robes. It’s enough to make David tremble. Jack stares at him, eyes like sun-baked clay.

“What record?”

David sighs.

“I… I’m off the council.” He mumbles. “Olympus, they – they took a vote and-”

“You’re off?!” Jack’s face is downright furious. “Wh- they can’t just do that!”

“Evidently, they can.” David snaps, dragging himself away from Jack’s burning touch.

“Well-!” Jack’s face twists as he tries to comprehend what he’s hearing, and David tries not to feel fond over it. It’s in Jack’s nature, to be so stunned that the world is unfair, despite knowing it so thoroughly. c’mon, Davey, didn’t’cha get a say or something?! They had to’ve let you plead your case, at least-!”

“I wasn’t there.” David mutters, and Jack looks like he’s frozen, his face twitching every so often as he tries to decide what expression to have. The painted petals thrash on the walls, billowed by invisible wind.

“They voted to take you off the council,” Jack seethes, “without the full council.”

“It was a conflict of interest-”

“David, that’s crap, and you know it-!”

“Jack!”

His voice booms through the cave like thunder, shadows leaping and clinging to the walls like spilled paint. David can feel something cold and slick on his skin, and grimaces as thick, black ooze drips down his skin. He shakes his arm, black globs falling from the skin and staining the ground with something darker than darkness – the spirits climb over each other with how desperately they try to get away from it, wailing and crying as they do. David winces. He so hates scaring the spirits. He turns his back to Jack – he can’t bare to see his face – and roots around in his robes and summons a pomegranate to his hands, which he proffers to the trembling spirits.

“Here you go,” he murmurs softly as they inch closer to him, desperate for the promise of food. “You’ll like it, I promise – tastes just like a deep sleep.”

He peels away the skin and pours jewel-like seeds into their waiting hands – they eat their fill, licking red juice from their fingertips, and just like that, fade into shadowy mist. David stands, wipes his stained hands on his robes, and blinks – the shadows have receded slightly, allowing some light from the surface to flicker into the cave-mouth. He turns – his pale eyes meet Jack’s vibrant honey-brown. He’s still watching him. Mouth slightly parted, eyes wide – there are words just waiting below his tongue, waiting to yell and scream at all the wrongness that is David’s life.

David turns away. He can’t bring himself to hear it.

“Please leave.” He says quietly. “I have spirits to attend to, and I’m already behind schedule.”

“Davey-”

“It’s a good painting, Jack.” Is all he says before he disappears back into the shadows.

#ough. i love them.#it's unfortunately creature-less jasper but i hope you like the fantasy elements and frienemies dynamic nonetheless!!#thanks so much king i have been waiting for an excuse to write this au again #jasperscringepit #ask #pigeon scribbles #javid #javey #newsies #uksies #west endsies #livesies #jack kelly #davey jacobs #david jacobs

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ofhxrror · 3 months

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HIGHKEY missing all of my old oc’s that are currently taking space in the back of my mind and I keep thinking about them in their fictional little universes. I wanna ramble for a bit so below the cut are where I imagine them ending up at the end of their lives.

Ophelia Richards (hellstate--rp/hellhqs) - the apple of my eye and the love of my life ( my favorite child let me honest ), i wonder about her the most in her fictional little bubble. she was the most changed and better off them all so like i wonder how she would be fairing in the zombie outbreak of cheyanne. would the zombie’s have died off by now and would she have set up a house with a puppers ( maybe with a certain somebody??? ) or would the zombies be still around and would still be the redheaded rolling stone. i think the zombies would be dying off and she would have a little cabin, a small shop too where she would sell blankets and canned goods; also like two doggo’s that she would maim someone if they touched. maybe a noah ashbury in her life idk about that though- but like she would just be okay. maybe she found her little sister again and they live together. just OPHELIA HAPPY- ( i also hardcore crackship her with my other kiddo juliet kemp don’t fucking at me okay they make sense...kinda )

Juliet Kemp (hellstate--rp/hellhqs) - my broken bird ohhh my heart legit aches every time i think about her- like holy mother of GOD i ruined that character didn’t i??? she was such a fucking shit show of a human, like rick grimes level’s of bullshit happened to her. she’s from the same universe as ophelia so going off of the “zombies are dying off” ( i don’t like to think that zombies are supernatural creatures and hellhq lore was pretty clear it was some type of plague so...bodies...rot after awhile and yeah i could babble on about zombies rotting but imma stop because i know some of you guys are normal folks who don’t like to hear about that stuff. ) i imagine her as semi-okay, not AS happy or well adjusted as O but alive and sometimes..maybe even smiling. i can see her living in a big house with room for any kids she finds because that’s her weakness, she loves all the little kiddos and just wants them to be okay. honestly juliet is now your adoptive mom if you don’t have one at the end of the world. she would build gardens for food and paints the whole house to be happy for the kids. just peace is all i want for her and her head. but like lemme be honest she’s your wine mom because what she’s gone through ohhhh boi yeah she’s PTSD for life. ( but like also hi yes my crackship make sense here because them ophelia and her can like have all the outbreak orphan’s together and love each other???? no...yes??? )

Gabrielle Jackson (hellstate--rp/hellhqs) - ANGEL BABYYYY!!!! she wasn’t my favorite to play because she was so nice??? like i cannot be that nice all the darn time to people (also christianity turns out its a goddamn trigger for me.) but like after I had her get stabbed and lose all faith??? yeah she got easier to play for me, plus anytime I had her with her joker it was funny because oh boi she’s angry 100% of the time. but like in her future honestly she wouldn’t have one, gabby is super one of the muses I can see not making it in the new worlds. she’s clung to tightly to the ideals of a forgotten world so honestly I can see her kinda just dying? like I’m sorry not sorry- she’s so the type to get her ass stabbed trying to help someone. that or might end up on some type of mushroom hippie 60′s aesthetic to cope with her life just going to shit, smoking pot on a cute little farm far away from town and selling handmade blankets because that’s nice right? ALL I KNOW HER AND GOD NO LONGER SPEAK.

Penny Scott ( hellvt ) - speaking of not talking to god meet my angel child penny! ironically an actual angel, like sent from god wings and all, but hates the motherfucker with all of her being for kinda being a deadbeat father i guess. she’s what you would call a “useless lesbian” and honestly that trait I feel like she would honestly get better with as she spends more time on earth. I can see her ending up with a cute girl in a nice little cottage somewhere, but honestly she might pull a stupid and die protecting someone she loves? idk she has tragic written all over her because she sees the best in the world but the world is a shithole.

Nathlia Scott ( butterflieshq ) - MY ROLEPLAY AND MY KIDDO! i had to close it because health reasons so we never got to hear nathlia’s full backstory i had planned out and honestly i’m going to leave it up to ??? incase i get healthier and am able open butterflies back up one day but a possible future for the kiddo? she’s a missing person who is persumed dead her future is the up there with my bleak kids ( it goes kenzi, nathlia, and ginger ). but she either ends up dead, alive but in a mental hospital for a good couple years, or [ ERROR TEXT NOT FOUND ]....i thought i fixed that glitch oh well.

Kenzi Carlson ( ??? ) - my sweet sweet punk child who I loved with all of my heart and still cry over to this day, she was an early-ish muse of mine i believe from a scream inspired roleplay. she doesn’t have a future i can tell you that right now because she was canon fodder durning the roleplay when the admin asked if there was anyone who was willing to let their characters die and I was like sure! ( I now know I will never do that again I fucking hate character death scenes ). she ended up being killed in the same way her mother died and I was like ohhhh boy my sweet baby not even eighteen. so she’s stuck with me for some reason, i call her my ghost.

Ginger Adams ( ??? ) - My Ginger Fitzgerald inspired muse for an unknown horrror roleplay that i was apart of that never really got off the ground but it was nice while it lasted, she’s honestly my mess of a kiddo who i love so much but honestly once again i do not make happy people so on this girl is honestly a wreck. unlike ginger fitz from the movie, this ginger acidentally killed her sister in a fight and is on the run after her mother told her she would clean it all up ( which oof to that mom ). i don’t see her having a happy life after that- like honestly nothing good happening for her due to a. the ptsd of killing her sister/becoming a werewolf and b. the fact she is a werewolf. so honestly lets just mark her down as fucked up and move on.

#( killith talks. )#I MISS ALL OF MY KIDDOS #i would legit cry if i got the chance to play ophelia #but like wow do NOT PLAY HAPPY PEOPLE #i'm not the give happy a chance person am i ???#death tw #blood tw #anti religion tw #violence tw #drug mention tw #long post tw

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vincent!!! and rz! mike myers, jason voorhees!! ( if you want !!! )

AAAAAAAA what a line-up!!!

regrettably tho, I never made it thru the entirety of rz's halloween 💀 I got about halfway in and then got distracted by smthn else hfdjhdfjshjdfsh 🤡 and UNFORTUNATELY..................jason's too much of my babylittleguydude for me to conceptualize smoochin him???? I tried and. he's too baby. hdfsjhjdfshjfdsh but I did TRY

so, like a basic ass bitch, I just wrote stuff for vinny. 😔 tysm for the ask tho aaaaaaaaa MWAH MWAH 💖

feel free to send me a character of ur choice for headcanons and I’ll give u 3 pros and 3 cons of dating them. if ur so inclined!!!!

vincent

3 PROS

the calm of being able to exist in silence w/someone else. discovering a way to speak a language without words. finding a reprieve from the constant chaos in quiet moments where u can just.....BE. w/no pretense. sharing late night meals in the kitchen. taking naps in his subterranean lair while he sculpts for hours.

he gives me BIG body worship vibes. he's an artist and he's definitely thinking massive big brain thoughts about the curve of ur boob and comparing it to a hieronymus bosch painting. where tf did that connection come from?? well, come on the twenty-year odyssey voyage of his thought process and maybe u will figure out!! probably not, tho!! he's just a ponderous ass mfer. curious about every inch of u. v slow and methodical. all about taking his time and learning what makes u tick. this is for art!!!!

if artistic devotion and tributes get u goin, he's v much the Guy. get ready 2 be incorporated in all his pieces. u start finding lovingly detailed charcoal sketches of u on ur nightstand. he shows u a new oil painting and there are ur eyes, starin back @ u. meticulously crafted miniatures of u on the kitchen windowsill. granted, ur usually merged with a spider. or a serpent of some kind. and it's honestly pretty creepy. but the detail is really somethin.

3 CONS

SUPER weird codependent relationship. just like bo, I feel like he's absolutely searching for mama. perhaps even more so? bc I just feel that it's likely that he was sequestered inside for most of his youth. I can't see trudy enrolling him in school/letting him interact with a lot of people. he was her favorite of the twins and I'm sure she wanted to cultivate a relationship where he was entirely dependent on her. it would serve double purposes for her: being needed and adored unequivocally.......while also driving a wedge between the twins themselves. that one line in the og script where carly tells bo that he's talentless (LMAO) and that his mother hated him bc he stole her favorite's face. yep. YEAH.

a partner is more of a muse/concept than a person. v much a mirror of bo's weirdness, but in a less obvious way. due to what's bound to be TONS of one-sided communication, he's definitely prone to build up an idea of what kind of person u are. rather than really understanding u. the technicalities of who u are don't really matter bc he views u through a lens of a source of inspiration, something to be molded into his art, something ABSTRACT.

he's unpredictable. his violence is a LOT more unknowable......and significantly more difficult to comprehend than bo's violence. IMO! all of his kills are brutal and almost clinical. he grew up surrounded by medical textbooks and his childhood paintings are surreal and contort the human form into weird shapes. I v much feel like the anatomy of a body and how it is pieced together/could be taken apart is more important to him than.........idk........the fact that that body is inhabited by somebody. yikes!!! I think you'd v much be walkin on eggshells w/him. bc how do u know when the inspiration might run dry. and ur function will have to change. YIKES.

#weirdo man. the dude himself #asks #sam speaks #house of wax

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happiestplacehq · 14 days

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March Feedback Survey Results

First of all, big thank you to those who took part in the wee survey posted in the March interest check. Your feedback has been super valuable! I love hearing from you, as this RP is as much mine as it is yours; there wouldn't be an RP without all you lovely people.

If you missed the end of the month and would still like to give me some feedback, you can do so at this link [here]. Any and all feedback is much appreciated.

Here is a summary of the results of the poll, which I will use to inform what we do going forward in the RP. These are mostly the choice questions, as the typed answers I will be keeping for personal feedback about what can be improved, what you guys are looking for and so on:

Would you prefer to keep the relaxed interest checks or would you prefer an activity check with more enforced activity rules?

100% voted to keep interest checks over activity checks.

Whether you chose interest checks or activity checks, would you prefer these to remain monthly or to switch to a quarterly check?

66.7% voted to keep interest checks to a monthly occurrence over a quarterly one.

Do you like group wide events?

100% of you voted yes!

Would you like more events in the future?

100% voted yes!

How many events do you think we should have a year?

This is where Gemma's brain short-circuited trying to figure out the best course of action: 33.3% voted for 2 bi-annual events, 33.3% voted for 3 or more events, 16.7% said "I think maybe 2 or 3 major events is fun ... and event that's done in chapters/part rather than one big thing all at once" and 16.7% said "idk tbh"

Which months do you find best suited for events?

This was multiple choice. 100% voted October (Halloween Time), 83.3% voted April (Hootenanny Time) rip my poor planning, 66.7% voted July (Summertime), and 33.3% voted December (Christmas/ New Year).

Would you like to have mini events through the year, or stick to bigger events?

100% voted yes to mini events!

Would you like the Big Plot to move forward more quickly, or stay at the pace it's at?

100% voted More Quickly! (Which means keep your eyes peeled for more plot related things going forward!)

How would you feel about another town-wide plot drop? A la the blue flashing snow storm from our 1st year (but not that. Mr. B has work to do!).

100% voted they would love another event like this!

Finally, I am leaving this post here with some of the really nice positive messages that I received in this poll that I think you should all have a wee look at! I absolutely appreciate all of you here, and I'm sure you can see how much we all appreciate each other as well. Thank you again, friends! (Some players have been sent their positive messages privately also, there was so much love in this survey!)

"Honestly I love it here and I love being a part of this group. I'm going to continue to try my best to be more active myself and I appreciate everyone's help with that!"

"I love everyone!!! I love everyone's enthusiasm. I think everyone's characters are great and they play them really well."

"And then I love Claire's writing style as well, she has a way with words that paints a detailed picture about a persons emotions that I envy so much."

"i like paige's diverse range of characters & her enthusiasm. she's fun to write with."

"i really love samantha's flowing writing style, and how alive her characters seem. i also really like naomi's variety in muses and how she makes them really distinct from one another while keeping a consistent writing style throughout"

"It's so hard to pick a favorite. I love how nuanced and complex Logan/Lock is. I love Dezi ( I know I have just given away my identity with this one lol), I love the kitten triplets, I love Sofia, Hans, Lorelai, Tina--I really can't pick a single character I love most because I really am always excited to see everyone's characters."

"I think Lottie. I like the way she's portrayed here, it's different from most RPs I've been in with other disney characters like this."

"charlotte la bouff, i have a soft spot for her. but for comedy vibes it's iridessa and tina"

"oz, tina, and ella. oz because of his easygoing nature, tina because of her determination to cause mayhem, and ella because of her sweetness and kindness towards everyone."

"I like that we became a big family that just loves to write with one another"

"I love how comfortable everyone is with each other. I also love that everyone is so respectful. As for the rp itself, I love that characters can develop at their own pace"

#happiestmod

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