#it's just where it crops up the most haha

[koolades-world]

Hellooo I like your stuff! :)

Can I pls request something where MC takes Mammon’s early game tsundere shit too seriously? Like, they always take things literally so when he says he doesn’t like or care about them, he’s annoyed to have to babysit them, he doesn’t want this stupid human, etc etc, they believe him?

But they thought he was warming up to them, they thought they were friends (and they’d started to really love their first friend!), so they get really sad about it. He’s like “I DONT care about the human!” And MC’s like, “oh… :’( okay….” and like, either Mammon has to fix it, or Beel and/or Levi (or any of the others! All of the others? Whatever you like) (after making their pacts) have to step in and help. Comfort the human and guilt Mam into communicating however they’d go about that.

Sorry if this is too specific! No pressure of course, do whatever you want with this, have fun :)

Thank you :))

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hi! yes of course :)

today I actually based my outfit around his casual outfit since I have a jacket kinda like his. got so many compliments <3 wore knee high brown boots, a jean mini skirt, a cropped black cami, my mammon jacket, and my diamond studs. wanted to wear some gold hoops but my ears were not having it. dressing up and outfit planning are some of my favorite things to do

if you see that i wrote in second person instead of third in a few spots, please ignore that! i kept catching myself swapping tenses and I tried to find all of them but if i missed them i'm sorry haha

please enjoy, blueberry anon!!

Heart to Heart

Life in the Devildom wasn't easy, but Mc was slowly getting used to it. Sure, it would never be not chaotic to walk around and classes in a school full of demons, but maybe one day, they might be able to consider it normal.

They had begun to make friends with the other demons in their class, gotten involved with a few clubs that they really enjoyed, and even finally started to grasp the concept of the subjects they were attending class for. But, there was one thing they just couldn't even see themselves growing used to.

The first demon they had really thought they'd started to get to know really seemed to dislike being around them. No matter what they did, Mammon always seemed annoyed with them, no matter how sweet they tried to be. They felt most comfortable turning to him since they'd never seen him angry, and seemed the least violent out of their new housemates, especially with Devildom things they just didn't understand. He was by far the most approachable.

They could never understand his seeming hostility despite the fact that they hadn't done anything to him. His almost condescending nature bugged them a little. They didn't take it personally at first, since he was just supposed to be his tour guide and someone to go to if they needed it. He wasn't obligated to them in any way.

But they couldn't help but notice how mutually, they had wormed their way into each others hearts. At some point, it had become routine for him to invite himself into their room after he had finished getting ready for the night to watch something on TV while they attempted to do homework. Every time, they would eventually give up in favor of watching with him since he always had something funny to add. At lunch, despite having his own friends, he would plop down beside them with a snack for you, with some excuse about needing the human to stay healthy. Even if they were talking with one of their friends, he would wiggle between the two of them and stay there, to the point where their friends knew to leave him a spot since he was always fashionably late. At dinner, he always insisted they sit next to him, where'd he'd always whisper to them about his brothers and always inevitable get caught by the one he was talking about. It never failed to make them giggle, and also almost get in trouble.

Every time they had a moment like one of these, he would pretend like it hadn't even happened. It was like nothing between the two of them mattered to him. His comments always read like he was almost annoyed to have to be around them, and that he disliked it. It hurt, but they couldn't say they weren't used to it. After all, they would be gone after a year, so it wouldn't matter anyways, right?

One day in particular, nothing had gone correctly. Mammon had been out the previous night and let Mc know very last minute, despite it being a school night. Their room had felt empty. In hopes he would be back soon, they left his spot open, but he never showed up. They had known that, but it still felt strange. They had been able to get so much work done, but they went to bed feeling something they didn't quite understand.

The next morning, it had felt like he was going out of his way to avoid them. They had seen him once, and perhaps he hadn't seen them, but they didn't even get so much as a smile. He was absent at breakfast, like usual. It also wasn't his turn to walk them to school, so they didn't get to talk to him then either. Later that day, during lunch, he also never showed up. It was odd, but the two of them had never made the promise to meet, so it wasn't like he had some obligation. Their friends gave them a knowing look, one filled with concern, but they told them nothing was wrong. Or so they hoped.

They finally saw him that evening at dinner, but he just wasn't himself. He made no effort to speak to them. When they did try, he was harsher than usual, and kept making comments about them being a stupid human who didn't know any better. It was all in character for him, but with the treatment they had received that day, it hit closer to home than they thought it would. Once the meal was mostly over, and a few of his brothers had filed out of the room, Mc leant over to him to quietly ask if something was wrong. The response they got was much more explosive than they thought they would receive.

"Mammon, how have you been today? I haven't seen you much, and wondered if something was wrong." They stood next to Mammon, collecting all the spare dishes to be washed.

"That's none of yer business, human." He spat out his words like venom at them. His expression after the fact seemed like he'd almost regretted what he'd said, but made no move to take it back.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I just thought... Forget I asked." They took a step back, not expecting his words to hit them like that. They decided to take the dishes they were holding to the kitchen. Maybe he would be gone when they returned for more.

"Mammon, that was very rude." Lucifer, who was doing the same as Mc since they had dish duty together that night, gave Mammon a death glare. "Apologize this instant." When Mammon looked away, Lucifer continued. "Well?" Lucifer searched Mammon's face.

"What's your problem?" Asmo spoke up, looking perturbed by the way he had treated yet another one of his claims to fame. Mc did so well on Devilgram, so the two of them had gotten somewhat close, but not as close as they had with Mammon.

"I don't care about that damn human. When did I say that I did? They're just another responsibility." Mammon spoke as confidently as he usually did, but the look on his face gave it all away.

Mc, who had been hanging in the hall just outside the dining room door since they'd dropped a fork, heard his words. It stung them. They'd heard him say that before, but this time it felt as if he meant it if he hadn't before. With a sigh, they hurried off to the kitchen, closing the door behind them. The three brothers left in the room turned at the sudden noise.

Mammon realized what he'd done, and stood there, stewing in the consequences of his actions. Lucifer and Asmo said something to him before leaving, but he didn't really hear it. He wished he could take it all back, and to tell Mc he didn't mean it. But, he wasn't sure how, or if their relationship was even salvageable.

Mc was in the kitchen, scrubbing a plate when they heard Lucifer enter. They could tell it was him thanks to the sound of his shoes on the tile. They scooted over to make room for him at the sink. "I'm sorry about Mammon." Lucifer broke the silence.

"It's fine. He's right. I am just another task for him to juggle." They didn't look up from the running water.

"I assigned him to look after you. If anything, I can care for you." He placed the dishes in the sink.

"But, he's right, is he not? I'm just a human. I've got no clue what I'm doing here so someone has to look after me. I'm not in this family, so it's not like taking care of me was something he signed up for." They moved clean dishes out of the sink and onto the drying rack. Lucifer remained silent for a moment.

"It's an honor having you here, I hope you realize. This is a momentous occasion. Diavolo entrusted us with the duty of caring for one of the only two human exchange students, in a program that's unique." It seemed like Lucifer was struggling to find the right words to say. This was the nicest they had even seen him be.

"I appreciate it. Thank you. But, what am I to do? A human trapped in a place where humans aren't meant to go. I can't help but feel like a task to be completed." Mc paused. "I'm sorry. That was probably too much." They went silent again.

"You can go up to bed early if you wish. I'll finish these." Lucifer finally said. Without making eye contact, they got down off the stool they had been standing on to reach the top of the drying rack, and left with a small thank you. Mammon wandered in moments after they left, finally seeming to have collected himself.

"Mammon. I hope you're proud of yourself. After that spectacle, I might just have to make Beel their new guardian." Mammon froze at Lucifer's words.

"No! Ya don't gotta do that." He couldn't bring himself to continue himself.

"Really? Because with the way you treated Mc, I would not blame them if they never wanted to speak to you again." Lucifer turned around to look Mammon right in the eyes. He knew that look well. He was disappointed with him.

"I'll just go apologize. No biggie, right?" He tried to act as if nothing was wrong despite the turmoil he'd just caused.

"I have no words." Lucifer turned back to the dishes, ignoring Mammon's attempts to speak to him anymore. Mammon was left with his thoughts again, and all the regret he had. He wasn't sure how to go about with telling them he didn't mean what he'd said, and that was just because he really liked them. After some pondering, he realized nobody but himself was going to fill this hole he'd created, and that it was his job to do it if he wanted to repair their relationship.

Mc had been in their room, reading through some notes from earlier that day, when their door slammed open. Only one demon entered like that. "Mammon." They nodded without looking up.

"Mc. I- Do ya have a moment?" They looked up to meet his gaze. All the animosity had faded and was replaced with a warmness they'd never seen before.

"Yes." They set their pen down, and waited for him to speak.

"I'm sorry about what I said. I'm sorry fer ignorin' ya today. I'm sorry fer treatin' ya like garbage. You don't deserve that." Tears began to well up in his eyes, but he continued. "I have trouble tellin' ya this, but I think yer really great. If yer willin' to talk to me again, I promise I won't do all that anymore." The tears began to slip down his cheeks.

"Oh, Mammon, please don't cry." Mc got up to hug him and close the door behind him. He tightly gripped them back, as if they might leave him. Once he'd calmed down a little, Mc spoke again.

"I won't lie, what you said did hurt, but thank you for saying you're sorry. I really love spending time with you. You make me feel welcome here. I don't fully understand you, but I hope that you'll help me understand you." Mc patted Mammon's back.

"Can I stay over in yer room tonight? Let me start there and make it up to ya fer yesterday. Let's watch yer favorite human movie." His eyes are still red, but the smile is back on his face. It really suited him.

"Yes, of course." That night, the both of them fell asleep in Mc's bed together, but not before Mammon thought how lucky he was to have them, despite himself.

#blueberry anon #sorry im on computer lol #obey me #obey me! #obey me x reader #obey me mammon #obey me lucifer #obey me asmo #obey me shall we date #obey me! shall we date #omswd

[rimunagenius]

(HC) Soft!Naomi Mcpherson x photographer!reader

You knew Naomi since college. Met them before they had met Katie and Josette.

They had been your first friend in college, and since you were majoring in photography, and they were getting their band up and running, you both decided you could be their photographer/media manager.

When MUNA started gayotic, you had been behind the cameras laughing and watching them talk about the funniest topics or the most strangest things. Never on it.

Muna was playing a show in France which meant a long bus ride before the ferry and an impending deadline for a new ep

The three members were about to start the pod, you meddling about in the bus looking for a change of comfy clothes

“Hey, Naomi? Where did I leave my black spandex shorts?” You called from the small hallway

“Yeah, Naomi…where did she leave them?” Josette looked at her bestfriend, eyebrows wiggling

“In my bunk, babe.” Naomi shouted, “We started the pod already, btw.”

“Oh! I’m sorry, thank you, love you.”

You and Naomi started dating after MUNA’s first record came out. You guys had basically been a couple. Kissing and cuddling and sometimes sleeping with eachother ;) had to celebrate records releasing and deadlines being met somehow ;)) WINK WINK 😜

You put on black spandex, your leg tattoos all on display, above ankle white socks, doc marten boot shoes (idk how to describe them..basically their laces boots but ankle boots?) with a black crop top tank so your arm and sternum tattoos are on display (with hair in a half up half down claw clip with curtain bangs out…i wore this outfit today and i loved it LET ME HAVE THIS)

“Y/N, come and talk with us.” Katie shouted into the small doorway of the small room.

“Oh, okay” You walked in, Naomi’s cheeks reddening, smile forming at your look. At you.

“Gorgeous! Do a spin for us!” Josette shouted, her being your biggest hype man

“So, introduce yourself and what you do for us.”

“Uh…I’m MUNA’s photographer and media manager.” You smiled at the camera, this being a filmed ep.

“She’s being modest…she’s our bestfriend and the one and only Naomi’s girlfriend”

“Yes. That I am.” You smiled and look at your partner.

“Prettiest staff member we have. Might kiss her on the lips, among other things…” Naomi said, sliding their glasses down the bridge of their nose to look at you “seductively” while wiggling their eyebrows

Naomi basically has their hands all over you the whole time your on the pod

When Frankie and Gio join, you sit on their lap to make space, Naomi’s hands wrapped around you securely or hands on you hips

“You look so pretty, baby” They’d whisper in your ear when everyone was talking loudly over eachother

or “My pretty girl”

“Okay say bye and then say your name and then ‘I love you’” Katie said after her and Josette said bye

“Bye, thanks for having me, I love you Y/N”

“I love her too” Naomi said, leaning over and kissing your lips before they continued the outro

Getting up after the ep, you stood up infront of Naomi because you were still on their lap, they smacked your ass

“Ow!”

“Oh im sorry, it was just right there…any excuse to touch it” they smiled cheekily

“Haha, very funny” You grabbed the hat on their head, forcing them to stand up

Holding it away until they leaned in to kiss you, their hands holding your waist pulling you impossibly closer to their body

“I accept your apology”

“Oh, I didn’t know i needed to apologize for smacking my girlfriends ass” They stood infront of you, sass all over their face

“Okay, apology acceptance, revoked”

“Okay im sorry. I really am”

“Uh huh”

“Would a kiss better my chances?” they asked leaning in in

“Nuh uh” You rolled your eyes

“Apology sex?”

“There you go, baby. Your getting it now.” You smiled and walked away, blush rising on Naomi’s cheeks once again

#tumblrpost #fluff #munagenius #naomi mcpherson #muna #i love naomi mcpherson #i love muna #muna x reader #naomi mcpherson fluff #naomi mcpherson x reader #muna band #lesbian #female writers #bisexual #i love josette maskin #i love them #bye i love them #i #need them #so badly #i’m going insane #munagenius fluff #muna fluff

[heyitsspiders]

Bitten Apple ~ AdamsApple Fic - CHAPTER 1

a/n it's finally here!

AO3 link

IMPORTANT!!! Adam uses a lot of homophobic language (including the f slur) so if that makes you uncomfortable, please don't read!! anyways, onto the sillies

Rude Awakenings

Adam opened his heavy eyelids, groaning. He shifted to lift his head so he was no longer being smoothed by the dirt before he was quickly stopped, pain shooting through his body. Fuck, that really fucking hurt! Adam sucked in a breath before quickly flipping over to his back. Bad idea. If he thought the previous bout of pain was bad, this made it seem like a simple pinch. What the fuck was wrong with him? He was an angel! He shouldn’t have to deal with pain - he shouldn’t even be able to get hurt! It was probably Lucifer and his fucking bitch of a daughter. Just the thought of that white circus bastard made his blood boil. 

With anger taking its proper place at the forefront of his priorities, he was able to sit up and take in his surroundings. First of all, the pain was everywhere but the main point of it came from his stomach, which had the most dried gold blood stained on it. In fact, gold blood covered basically all of him and the ground he sat on. What the fuck had happened?

Adam closed his eyes, pressing a clawed hand to his face in concentration.

Wait… 

Clawed-

WHAT??

Adam’s eyes shot open to stare at his own, yet unfamiliar, hands. They now ended in sharp claws that adorned each finger. Adam’s horror grew as this was not the only change as he realized his robes were no longer, instead he had a cropped punk black jacket with gold spikes on the shoulders and a red long sleeved shirt that ended in tatters. What the fuck! The cool ass “A” he had on his robes was now replaced with an “A” but instead of a line it's an X. Not fucking cool! 

He also had dark pants that bent in weird ways. Were his legs fucking broken? They didn’t hurt anymore than the rest of him then why the fuck- 

“What the fuck???” Adam shouted as he tried to kick away from his own legs, which unfortunately followed him considering they were doing the kicking. His legs were now shaped just like the hooved animals he had named. He now had fucking hooves. HOOVES. The first man does NOT have hooves!

This had to be some sick prank Sera was pulling on him for mentioning the exterminations. Women never understand that men make mistakes too! Except for Adam, he never makes mistakes. But still! Not fucking cool!

Adam looked up at the red ass sky, reminding him of why he was actually here: The extermination. A smile crept onto his face as he turned his head, peering around at the vast amounts of rubble around him. He did this, a sense of pride swelling in his chest. That’s right, the powerful Adam beat those filthy demons into the ground! 

His smile faltered as the sense of loneliness settled. Hold up, where the fuck are his girls? They never left him behind, he fucking trained them better than that! It made his chest hurt, a faintly familiar pain gripped his heart. He shook his head, he wasn’t a chick, he didn’t get sad n’ shit. He was Adam, he was fine. He was pulled out of his thoughts by laughter that came from behind him. 

Adam sharply turned his torso to face whatever bitch was sneaking up on him, internally wincing as his abdomen twisted painfully. His very manly — and definitely not underlined with fear — action caused the laughter to get louder. Oh who does this bitch think he is?

Adam’s sharp teeth snapped shut, his lips curling into a snarl as his fists clenched the loose dirt as his eyes settled on the laughing cunt. In front of him was the wife-stealer himself: Lucifer. Oh the nerve of this bitch to show himself to Adam. 

“Haha! Man, this is-” Lucifer cackled, interrupting himself by laughing, “-this is too good!” He wiped a stray tear that had fallen down his white ass skin as he fucking laughed at Adam. Adam’s face contorted in anger further, his feathers puffing up in a subconscious attempt to seem bigger. 

“Aww, is the little lamb angry?” Lucifer cooed. Fucking cooed. At him. Like he was a fucking child . 

“Shut the fuck up, asshole!” Adam growled, he could feel soft fur turn back on his head.

 He blinked, raising a hand to where his ears were only to be met with the soft touch of fur far further out from his head than his ears should be. Were those fucking lamb ears? He tugged on one to make sure it was real and as the pain sprouted from the location he scowled. Fuck, they were real. 

Adam slammed his fists down, letting out a loud sound of frustration, “Urgh!” Adam looked back up at the fucking bitch that was smirking down at him and pointed a finger at him, “You! You fucking did this to me!” 

Lucifer chuckled, raising his hands, “Oh please, I wish I was the one who did this,” he gestured to all of Adam. “But, no, I did not.”

Adam glared at him, “Yeah, sure. Then who the fuck did?”

Lucifer shrugged, “I might rule over Hell but it still does its own things. I don’t choose how sinners look – do you know how much work that would be?” He dragged a hand down his face, “so many humans die and end up here every hour, do you think I have the time to do that?... Don’t answer that.”

The words shot through Adam like a bullet. A sinner? He wasn’t a fucking sinner. He was a winner, he was THE first man, a fucking angel, and the leader of the exterminators! This bitch had no idea what he was talking about. 

“Sinner? Do I look like a fucking sinner to you?” Adam, doing his best to not show how much he hurt everywhere, started to get up. He was tired of this short stack looking down at him. He should be doing the looking down.

Lucifer laughed, a quick sharp ‘Ha!’, “Uh, yeah. You do. Look at you!” He moved a dark hand to gesture to Adam. “Lamb ears, horns, hooves, sharp teeth, claws. Oh! And not to mention your lack of a halo. All signs of a sinner.” The clown bitch looked far too happy to point out every little detail of how Adam had changed.

Adam’s jaw clenched; he hated how the runt of a man was right. He did look like all the filthy sinners he had killed. Fuck. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck FUCK! This had to be a prank, there was no way he, Adam, was a fucking sinner! 

“What the fuck did you do to me?” Adam winced at how weak he sounded. He sounded like a fucking chick. 

“Unfortunately, I didn’t do anything,” Lucifer’s face seemed to sour as he spoke, “the little maid was the one to kill you.” He laughed, “fitting, though, that it was a mere sinner that killed you.”

Adam was now fully standing, he was so much taller than the so-called king of Hell. He knew logically that he couldn’t beat the prick and that pissed him off. He stalked closer, looming over the shorter man as he tried to look threatening. Yet, Lucifer just looked amused, which angered Adam further. Lucifer had no right to look so smug. He raised a fist before striking quickly, only to miss and stumble forward as the king so easily dodged. 

Adam growled, baring his teeth, “You know what? You aren’t even fucking worth my time! You don’t deserve to be beaten by me!” He flipped him off as he began to walk away.

Lucifer laughed that stupid fucking laugh, “Oh, but Adam, I’m not done talking.”

Adam scoffed, not looking back, “Like I give a shit-” He was cut off by Lucifer appearing in front of him, smiling. Adam hated that fucking smile.

“Get the fuck out of my way, freak,” Adam rolled his eyes in annoyance. Couldn’t this bitch leave him alone? Lucifer had already done more than enough.

“Hm, no, I’m good,” Lucifer said with a shrug. “I have a deal for you.”

“A deal?” Adam laughed, “How stupid do you think I am?”

“Do you really want me to answer that?”

“You fucking-”

Lucifer raised a hand, a look of irritation passing over his features, “Shut up for a moment.” 

Before Adam could retort Lucifer cleared his throat and continued, “As I was saying, I have a deal for you. You haven’t had to deal with Hell without your little army and your angelic powers, you’re gonna need help to keep yourself in one piece.”

Adam furrowed his brows, was he saying he was weak? Adam was not weak. Humanity survived because he started it. Adam had learned to thrive in a completely new environment with no help before and he’ll fucking do it again. He didn’t need the Devil’s mock pity. At least with how angry he was he could ignore the pain that still rang throughout his body.

“I don’t need your fucking handouts, I’m not some bitch that needs your charity,” Adam pointed a sharp finger to Lucifer’s chest. “I survived - no - thrived after you got me and Eve kicked out of Eden. I didn’t need help then and I sure as Hell don’t need help now.”

“Once Sera realizes I’m here she’ll come get me and-”

Lucifer bursted out in laughter, startling annoying Adam. Adam’s brows knitted further as he glared down at the Fallen Angel, “What the fuck are you laughing at?”

“HA- aha- ohoho- oh my golly. Sorry sorry,” Lucifer apologized, very much not looking sorry as he coughed, recovering from his second laughing fit, “It’s just funny you think you’ll just get picked up and sent back to Heaven.”

Adam growled and threw another punch, “Woah! Seems like someone’s angry!” Lucifer said as he moved like fluid, sliding away from Adam’s fist before it could make contact.

Adam swiftly turned to Lucifer’s new location, opting to slash with his new claws. The fucking bitch moved out of the way again, making a pfft sound. 

“Stay. The. Fuck. Still!” Each word was punctuated with another swipe of his hands, desperately trying to cause any damage to Lucifer, who wore a shit-eating grin. However, Adam, being so laser focused on his target, didn’t notice a piece of rubble that laid before him and tripped on it. His wings flapped wildly behind him as he tried to keep himself from falling. He failed. As he simmered with hatred on the ground, Lucifer walked up to him, a hand cocked on his hip like the queer he was.

“You done?” He looked bored. Adam just snarled in response and Lucifer sighed. “Whatever, but trust me,” Lucifer bent down on one knee to get closer to Adam’s eye level as he laid on the ground. His eyes were sharp as he spoke, now much quieter, “you’re gonna want that deal later.”

And with one swift motion Lucifer was standing up again, dusting himself. He turned away, waving a hand above him to signal his leave, “You know where to find me!” Then he was gone. 

Adam quickly pushed himself up as he grumbled things like ‘stupid bitch’ and ‘who the fuck does he think he is?’ to himself. He turned and saw what he assumed to be the new hotel, even bigger than the one he destroyed. His face soured. It wasn’t fair that the filthy demons were thriving while he was left to wander this disgusting place and try to find a way back to Heaven. He didn’t belong here, there had to be a mistake. Adam wasn’t a sinner. 

Right?

Adam paused at the doubt that lingered in his mind. He looked over himself, his hooves, his new clothes, he even lifted his hands to his head to feel the new ears and horns. Not to mention the fucking lamb tail he had, embarrassing as shit. His once beautiful gold wings were now dark red, on the line of being black. He really did look like all the sinners he had murdered throughout the millena. But- but that’s just what Hell does! It doesn’t mean he actually belongs here, it was a mistake! 

Yeah.

Adam walked off away from the rubble and stupid hotel. He didn’t need Lucifer’s help, he didn’t need anyone’s help. He was going to get back into Heaven and then make those demons pay. 

Turns out, Hell is known for being horrible for a reason, who would have guessed? Apparently, being the first man means jackshit to these sinners. You’d think they would have some respect considering they all came from Adam but whatever. Being completely powerless was not a good look for Adam as he was used to picking fights and winning them. Adam learned this when he stomped into a bar.

He’d heard about alcohol and always wanted to try it, the closest he got was wine but he wanted the hard shit. He needed to get back to Heaven but what’s a couple of drinks? It’d be fine, plus, he still ached everywhere and he wanted to dull the pain. He sat down on a stool and looked over what they had. All of it was new to him so he just requested the hardest shit they had. As he waited – impatiently – for his drink, claws tapping rhythmically on the bar, some demons behind him started to laugh and whisper amongst themselves. Adam shrugged it off, it wasn’t about him so he didn’t care, he just wanted his fucking drink. What the fuck was taking so long? 

“Is the little lamb lost?” One of them said in a tone you’d use to talk to a pet. Adam gritted his teeth, claws dipping further into the table as he turned.

“What the fuck did you just say?” Adam growled, staring at the group. It was a bunch of random animals with weird features. Nothing like the ones God had placed in Eden.

“Oh no, did I upset the little guy?” They cooed, despite being much shorter than Adam, who if standing, would have loomed over them. 

Adam snarled and got up from his seat before picking up said seat and chucking it at the offending bastards. No one fucking talked to Adam like that and got away with it. The demons yelped with surprise before wielding their own weapons, which were just a tad bit sharper and more dangerous than a bar stool. 

Adam woke up a few days later, the unfortunately now familiar pain of waking up after death coursing through his body. He couldn���t believe he was bested by a group of sinners but he rationalized it as him simply being outnumbered. It wasn’t a fair fight, that’s why he lost. Adam never lost a fair fight. This was just demons playing dirty. 

He lifted himself up, every movement making him wince. God this hurt so fucking badly. He stumbled and his balance wasn’t great as his mind was clouded in pain. This was embarrassing, he looked and felt so weak. It felt like a mildly strong breeze could crumble him into tiny pieces and he hated it. Enough shitting around, he needed to get back to Heaven. Hell wasn’t any fun without his girls. Or Lute. 

Adam pushed through pain as he walked to the Heaven Embassy, the clean shine being what he was used to. He felt in his element for the first time since waking up in this literal Hell-hole. He pushed open the doors and walked through, it was scarily quiet, the only sound now being Adam’s hooves clicking on the tiles and the door shutting behind him.

“Sera? Seraaaaaaa? Emily? Anyone there?” Adam called out, a hand cupped near his mouth to help project his voice. All that answered were the echoes of his voice calling back to him. Despite being a Heaven built building, it felt cold and eerie – not that it mattered to Adam. It didn’t bother him.

Adam made his way to one of the meeting rooms, hoping to catch someone in there. To his dismay, no one was in any of the rooms – he checked them all. He grumbled, where the fuck were they when he needed them? Of course they were there when he was doing something they didn’t particularly like him doing but not when he needed help.

He huffed and stomped out the Heaven Embassy, some help it was. Adam roamed the blood soaked streets for a while before opting to fly around. Being in the sky was safer nicer than being on the ground and allowed him to see more of the city he was temporarily stuck in. Where else could he go to get in contact with Heaven? For once he was annoyed with the fact that Hell couldn’t easily talk to Heaven. He tilted his wings and started gliding to a tree to perch on, he needed to think.

His wings flapped rapidly to slow his descent until his hooves made contact on the rough bark of a dead tree, wings tucking back to his side. Gripping onto the wood was much harder without toes but he’d make do, goats could do it so he could too. Adam crossed his arms and huffed. What the fuck was he going to do? He didn’t have his magic, he didn’t have his girls, he was completely alone. He couldn’t do anything. Adam sucked in a sharp breath as he processed his helplessness; he couldn’t reach Heaven on his own. He fucking hated needing help – he should be able to do everything on his own. He buried his face in his hands, groaning.

Fuck.

He needed Lucifer’s help.

It physically hurt to think that, making Adam wince as if he had been stabbed again. He needed the freak’s help – there was literally no other way. Lucifer got his bitch a meeting with Heaven so he obviously had contact with them. Adam broke off a tree branch and hurled it at the ground in anger; he just needed to break something. 

Best to get it over with.

Adam’s dark red wings shimmered in the light of Heaven as they spread out, so close yet so far. With a powerful thrust he was back in the air and gliding on the air currents, flapping his wings every now and then. He wasn’t in a rush, in fact, he wanted to prolong this as much as possible. He mulled over the idea of just sticking it out on his own and waiting for Heaven to come looking for him but the idea of dying to lowly sinners again made him shiver. Adam never wanted to feel that weak again and Lucifer was the quickest way to get back to where he belonged.

As he got closer to the hotel it felt like his stomach twisted in uncomfortable ways – he passed it off as the pain just getting worse from him moving a lot. There were a few demons milling about in front, all ranging in appearance; from short and scrawny all the way to fucking massive. Doubts were filling Adam’s mind, was this really worth it? Hell couldn’t be that bad – couldn’t be worse than asking Lucifer for help .

He glided to the ornate entrance, flashing lights adorned every possible place on the leaves below and on a giant apple. The place looked elaborate, it was so fucking bright it hurt to look at. It was horribly obvious that Lucifer had his dirty claws in the creation of this stupid hotel but hopefully that meant that he would be here. Adam finally landed, glaring at anyone who looked at him and before he could think any further about it he knocked on the front door.

“Welcome to the Hazbin Ho-” Lucifer said in a sing-song voice as he dramatically opened the door before cutting himself short as he made eye contact with Adam. The polite smile that had been on his face turned sinister. 

“Well, well, well, who do we have here?” Lucifer grinned, leaning on the doorway.

Adam growled, “Cut the shit, I need to get back to Heaven and I know you can talk to them.”

Lucifer cocked an eyebrow, “And what makes you think I’d help you?”

“Because-”

“Because last time I checked,” Lucifer’s gaze turned sharp as he put a finger to the first man’s chest, “ YOU tried to murder my daughter.” 

He pushed Adam back with his finger as he continued, “ YOU destroyed my daughter’s hotel.”

Lucifer shoved his finger into Adam’s chest again, harsh enough to make Adam land on his ass, “and YOU murdered several of my people.”

Lucifer now stood as the taller of the two, glaring down at Adam as his horns crept out of his head, his tail lashing behind him. “So tell me, why the fuck should I help your sorry ass.”

Adam looked up at him dumbfounded as he processed the venom soaked words before anger settled throughout him again. “Maybe because you tricked me and Eve into eating that fucking apple.”

Adam stood up, his hands curling into fists, “Maybe because you stole my wife – both of them.” 

He now towered over the shorter man, his fangs bared, “And maybe, just fucking maybe , because you ruined humanity before it could properly start.”

The two men glared at each other, neither of them backing down. Adam’s feathers puffed up as his knuckles turned white from how hard his fist were clenched. Lucifer had now fully shifted into what you’d expect of the demon king with his scleras morphing into a blood red with yellow pupils and fully pronounced horns, a small flame flickering between them. A few people were probably looking but all Adam was thinking about is how he wanted to shove this fuckers face into the pavement and zest his skin like the god damn fruit he is. 

They probably would have stayed like that for longer if it wasn’t for a familiar annoyingly cheery voice speaking from within the hotel, “Hey dad, is everything-” Lucifer blinked, his eyes now their normal colors as a look of panic surged across his face and before Adam could even hear what the bitch was saying, Lucifer shoved him backwards.

Adam landed on unfamiliar ground. Lucifer had pushed him onto the floor literally a few minutes ago, why did it feel so different? He sat up and looked around in growing confusion, where the fuck was he? The place looked like a clown came all over a gay bar. Adam wearily stood up for the millionth fucking time, he really needed to stop finding himself on the ground, and started looking around. One thing he noted almost immediately, other than the tacky circus decor, was the amount of ducks everywhere. Look, ducks were cool, Adam liked the things so much he named them one letter away from dick.

Not that he liked dick. That’d be gay and Adam wasn’t a fucking fag.

Anyways, there were too many ducks. They all looked different, one had a bunch of fucking eyes, another had a purple tophat with a red bowtie. What kind of one-animal zoo wannabe place was this? He was brought out of his thoughts by the clicking of Lucifer’s gay ass boots against the tiles. 

“Phew, that was close,” Adam turned around to face the cunt in white. He clapped his hands together, “now, where were we?”

“You were just about to be useful for once and tell Sera I’m stuck down here with you freaks.”

“I think I was actually about to beat your ass a second time,” Lucifer glared before visibly mulling over something and then smiling. 

“Unless,” He held the ‘s’ sound like the serpent he was as he slid closer to Adam. “You want to take me up on my offer?”

Adam pushed him away, “fuck no. I just need you to contact Heaven, no part of that is me agreeing to your dumbass deal.”

Lucifer rolled his eyes, “and why would I help you with no benefit on my part?” 

Adam wished looks could kill so this fucker would be dead already. He huffed, “what even is your deal?”

Lucifer appeared on the other side of him, arm wrapped around his waist – it was the highest he could reach. “I’m so glad you asked!”

Adam groaned as Lucifer began, “if you sign this here paper-” a golden piece of paper and feather materialized in front of Adam, “-then you will have my guaranteed protection from outside threats.”

Lucifer removed his arm and walked to the front of Adam, a smile plastered on his face, “and I get you in return.”

“...Me?” Adam stared blankly at him.

“Yes. I can basically do what I please with you and in return no one else will be able to touch you.”

“Oh hell no,” Adam swatted the paper away from him. “I am not about to be a part of your freaky gay fantasies!” 

Lucifer raised an eyebrow, “I never said I’d use you for sex. Why is that what you want?” He smirked.

“No, that's just what a lonely bitch like you would do,” Adam spat. He couldn’t believe Lucifer was saying that to him of all people. Why in Heaven would he ever want to fuck Lucifer?

Lucifer shrugged, “Either way, this is the only chance you have to not die over and over again, I’ve heard it’s very painful.”

Adam grumbled. There had to be another way, right? Adam shot that thought right as it sprang up as there was no other way, no need to give himself false hope. He could deal with whatever the Devil threw at him and then he’d get the bitch to bring him to Heaven. Yeah, he’d end up as the victor. Lucifer can win this battle but Adam will win the war.

It was still very hard to actually agree to it. It was embarrassing as shit to have to take help from the guy who single handedly ruined your life, but Adam unfortunately knew this was the only way he would escape the repeated death that laid in the millions of sinner’s hands for him. But fuck did it make him angry, he’d have to destroy some shit here later when Lucifer wasn’t watching. 

“Fuckin’ fine, whatever. I’ll sign the stupid paper,” Adam growled, brows furrowed as he wrote his awesome signature on the dumb line. The paper disappeared once he was done writing.

Lucifer looked surprised before it was quickly replaced by a look of smugness. He didn’t deserve to look that satisfied, so in control, so powerful. It wasn’t fucking fair. “Glad you finally saw reason, Adam.”

It made Adam’s stomach turn the way Lucifer said his name, hearing his name roll off the serpent tongue of the King of Hell made him feel sick. 

“Now!” Lucifer clasped his hands together, “let me show you around.”

“Where even are we?” Adam questioned, looking around once more.

“My home of course!”

Adam cringed, “yikes, man. What the fuck is up with all the ducks?”

“Just a habit I picked up,” Lucifer hummed. 

“Weirdo,” Adam mumbled. 

“Anyways, this is my workshop,” Lucifer motioned to the room around him. “Don’t go in here, I like to be alone.”

Adam snickered, “what, jerking off to your ducks? I knew about Lilith leaving you but I didn’t think it was this bad-” Adam was cut off by a swift slap to his face.

“Ow! What the fuck?” Adam barked, a hand reflectively reaching up to sooth his cheek. How had this short fucker even reached him?

“Enough. Do not speak of Lilith,” Lucifer glared, his eyes that shimmering red again.

“Okay, fine, fuck.”

“Now,” Lucifer signaled with his hand for Adam to follow, “Let me show you to your room. I’ve had enough of you today.”

Adam rolled his eyes but followed nonetheless. He hated being told what to do but he didn’t feel like dealing with Lucifer’s whiney ass. They were both quiet as they walked, only the click, clack, click, clack of them walking filled the empty air. The place was fucking huge, it felt like walking through a circus attraction with the sole purpose of getting people lost within its walls. The walls were a deep salmon pink with various knick-knacks filling the walls, from gold and apple decorations framing the windows to gold-framed pictures from different eras. Many of the frames were filled with pictures of him, Lilith and their bitch, they looked undeservingly happy.

Adam ran into the shorter man when he abruptly stopped in front of a door. Lucifer shot a glare up at Adam before clearing his throat, “This is your room, I’ll show you around more tomorrow.”

He held open the door, bowing at Adam. A grin of superiority grew across his face, finally, he was being treated with the respect he deserved. As he crossed through the doorway, his smile faltered as he heard Lucifer say, “Ladies first.”

Before Adam could punch the fucker in his smug face the door was slammed behind him, leaving him alone in his new room.

#hazbin hotel #lucifer morningstar #hazbin hotel lucifer #lucifer hazbin hotel #hazbin lucifer #lucifer magne #lucifer #sinner adam #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin adam #adam #lucifer x adam #adam hazbin hotel #adamsapple #guitarduck

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

i love the pumpkin decor from anura and the skulls from silk cradle !! even though its not even close to halloween,,,(its always in my heart lmao) i was thinking about bishops (+narinder and/or labert, if your up for it) platonically with a child! black cat reader (who is kind of like in the spooky month skid and pump mindset LOL, but the town they grew up in, possibly outside the lands of the old faith, is very halloween-centered)

i hope this isnt too specific !!

Don't worry, Halloween's ALWAYS in my heart haha. I love those decorations too! And the ones from the blood moon ritual. Can't wait for that event again

.........

Heket

With pumpkin patches flourishing in her domain, it only makes sense for her to have celebrations and rituals surrounding the harvest season.

Yet she knows nothing of this "Halloween" you've rambled on about to her followers, nor why you became so excited upon discovering that Anura's environment reflects the autumn season.

That's because the town you're from is centered entirely around the holiday, with you living among ghouls, skeletons, demons, crows, and (of course) other black cats.

To you, every day is Halloween and you're loud and proud about it!

You introduced the idea of jack o'lanterns to Heket when she discovers you carving a pumpkin, sticking a candle inside after you gutted the entire crop, much to her confusion and annoyance.

"You there..why do you waste precious food?" She accuses, but you're completely oblivious to her anger.

"Where I come from, we always carve pumpkins! And we make cool things like this!" You show her your finished product: a Yellow Crown carved onto the face of the pumpkin. "I offer this to you, Lady Heket."

"I see, but...what am I to do with it?"

"You put it outside your home to ward off scary spirits! Like those who wanna wilt the crops!"

She had her doubts about these traditions of yours, but she grows to like this "jack of lantern" and puts it into effect almost immediately.

More followers join in, learning how to carve their own pumpkins and place them outside their homes.

It actually gives the incredibly superstitious and paranoid some comfort that they won't be haunted or plagued by negative spirits/energy.

Heket made a point to allow an overabundance of pumpkin patches during Halloween season so there's enough for both food and carving.

She also discovers people are willing to pay for the best-looking ones, so she allows the elders to run stands by the fields and make some coin.

Ofc, a good chunk of the profits go directly to her.

Shamura

Skull piles and skeletal decorations are commonplace in Silk Cradle, being trophies of wars and intimidating those who dared wander into their domain--grim reminders that it could be their own skull next.

You, however, find them nonthreatening as you've had similar decor back in your little town of Halloween (/ref).

Fake or not, you loved them all the same (plus the cobwebs, even though most are just part of the natural environment) and had to ask Shamura if Halloween was celebrated all year here, too.

Although their brain struggles to recollect things, they have books on holidays and their ancient origins..so they are aware it exists.

But it's not one they ever cared to implement.

Nevertheless, they permit you to decorate your home to your heart's content with whatever skulls and bundles of silk you found--as well as pumpkins shipped from Anura.

They're nicer to you bc you remind them of Narinder back in his youth, fascinated with the spooky and the taboo.

All the giant axe traps and toxic pits scattered throughout Silk Cradle never bothered you, as you've seen them back in the spooky dungeons of your hometown.

Usually the resident bugs would freak out any newcomer shelling in new traditions..but Shamura told them that you, specifically, are not to be harmed under any circumstance and that they allowed this.

You've actually befriended Hauras, sewing them a spidery Halloween cape for them in place of the gray rags they wore.

They wear it with pride to every sermon from there on, not caring who judges.

Kallamar

This bishop's paranoia is a force to be reckoned with.

Even if one hapless follower said the words "red crown" in any context, he'll strike them down for "preaching heresy". He's easily scared of the taboo and misfortune falling into his realm.

So Halloween is definitely the last thing he wants to hear about, especially with its association of black cats (who are in turn associated with bad luck and Narinder).

He keeps trying to shoo you away when you try explaining that's a common myth.

If he sees you using bones and skulls as decorations, he feels sick to his stomach and orders you to take them down.

Those can be used to forge weapons or intimidate potential dissenters! They're not yours to keep!!

Yet you never listen, oblivious to his demands as you try telling him they're harmless.

Would he ever punish you for disobeying with sickness or sacrifice?

No...or at least not at this stage in your life.

That would damage his already-fragile reputation as a leader even further.

But if you grew up into an elder and continued with these "twisted traditions", however, he'd punish you as retribution for the "torment" you've brought upon him.

He just wishes you'd follow his ways and his ways alone.

Fortunately for you, that retribution never comes as he's brought into Lamb's cult during your teen years...with you keeping the Halloween tradition alive and well.

And Kallamar has a more open mind now, although he's still easily spooked by the decor Lamb brings out during the Blood Moon Festival.

The first time he partakes in it, someone pranked him with a fake ear and it traumatized him so bad he cried and hid inside his shelter.

But you comforted him, forgoing the festivities and sharing your candy until he was okay.

You just show him how to carve a jack o'lantern for the remainder of the night, and he's in awe as it glows.

Every year since, Halloween becomes less and less scary for him--and it's all ironically thanks to you.

Leshy

As a young bishop, he's open to ideas for traditions, holidays, etc. for his followers to enjoy.

So when little kitty cat you hailing from a distant land of Halloween propose celebrating it...he's all for it!

The only problem is, well, his sight.

With the Green Crown, he can see the general forms of followers, his siblings, and most structures within Darkwood, but he wouldn't be able to see the tiny details that gave Halloween its magic.

But you explained how you could go for bigger and brighter things. Like jack o'lanterns (made of both pumpkins and turnips) and skulls of giant beasts!

He approves of it and lets you lead in decorating the village nearest to his temple.

Followers initially questioned why they had to listen to a child, of all folks, but they're grateful it's something genuinely fun.

From your town, you've also brought scented candles to really enhance everybody's spooky spirit.

Especially for your Lord Leshy, who finds the smells delightful.

The pumpkin spice ends up becoming his favorite.

You've got him completely fixated on this event.

Plus it's a good opportunity for chaos to reign: with followers pranking one other and scaring each other half to death, dressing up like ghouls and skeletons.

The Bonfire Ritual is one Leshy likes to conduct to boost both his strength and cult morale (he's gotta benefit from all of this somehow too, of course).

Lamb

Not only did Lamb's cult know about Halloween...but they also celebrated it with the Blood Moon Festival.

You fully participated in the ritual every year, rushing outside just in time to see the moon turn blood-red and the sky darken for several days.

The ghosts of deceased followers usually terrified the living, yet you greeted all of them with smiles, waving goodbye as Lamb exorcised them with their book.

Crows, cattle skeletons, and even demons flocked to the cult as well, having been residents of your hometown, too.

And the decorations?????

You were obsessed and jumping for joy, wanting to decorate your little shelter and help everybody else with theirs!

And of course you participated in the many activities going on, including bonfire rituals, apple bobbing, and passing out soul cakes (yep you had a recipe for that from your hometown, too).

One year, Webber showed up and was initially scared since everyone was just staring at them and the spiders scattered around their feet..

But you greeted them warmly, showing them around the cult grounds and what the festival was all about.

Lamb themselves is impressed.

You're only half the age of most of their followers, yet you're active and very responsible (although only if your tasks have anything to do with Halloween).

So as a gift, they bless you with a jack o'lantern necklace. Not only does it light up at night, but its magical properties allowed you to lift up any pumpkin no matter its size with ease!

You vow to carve the biggest jack o'lantern the Old Faith's ever seen.

#clanask #anonymous #cult of the lamb x reader #cotl x reader #bishop heket #bishop shamura #bishop leshy #bishop kallamar #cotl lamb #child reader #cat reader #platonic #headcanons #halloween

[iisasarcasticlittleshite]

Hi hi! I was wondering if I could request bakugou reacting to male reader who likes wearing skirts beating up someone for making shitty comments(most likely mineta) like readers in a pretty ass skirt just fully wailing on someone. If you’re not comfy writing this that’s totally okay! Love your writing <3

I'm so sorry this took so long! I started reading ACOTAR and it's just consumed my life at this point haha.

Hope you enjoy, and thank you so much for the ask!

Bakugo will always advocate for you wearing whatever the fuck you want, because whatever the fuck you want, usually looks hot as hell.

You've always had a certain...swagger about you. Not full of yourself just, quietly fabulous. Even in your school uniform, you just look...good.

The blonde's shameless eyes have a habit of wandering to you whenever he gets the chance, slowly growing to love the way you style your hair, noting which accessories you favour.

In second year, you started painting your nails, and he soon clocked your favourite colours and started wishing you'd let him paint them for you.

His attention is more obvious than he thinks it is, and you're not ignorant to Katsuki's lingering eyes. You preen each time his eyes linger for longer, swaying your hips with extra swing when he walks behind you.

Still, Katsuki doesn't act any different around you. Rough around the edges as always.

Summer this year was kicking everyone's ass, training in this heat was getting ridiculous, and wearing trousers all day was downright torture.

Katsuki was busy melting into the couch, regretting the extra workout he'd tried to get through that morning. It was saturday, most people with any sense were sleeping through the worst of the heat, but heroes don't get to turn on the AC before kicking ass.

His explosive sweat glistened on his forehead and he contemplates getting up to shower.

The heat, and the previous week of exams has the dorms pretty quiet, so Mineta's obnoxious screech of laughter is far too loud to Bakugo's ears.

'Dude! You know you're wearing a skirt right?!'

Bakugo felt anger rise in his gut like a reflex, he doesn't even know who Mineta's making fun of, and he already wants to drop kick the little shit.

'Skirts are for girls, what're you-'

'Shut your face, blue balls.'

The sound of your voice has Katsuki sitting bolt upright, craning his neck to see you standing in the kitchen doorway, wearing a read and black plaid skirt and a black crop top, doc martins half unlaced on your feet.

Mineta's face is red with laughter, and Katsuki growled as he saw the menace reaching for his phone.

Laughing, making fun of you. Katsuki scowled dangerously, ready to jump to your defence just this once, because damn do you look good, he doesn't give a fuck what people say you can't wear.

Turned out, he didn't need too.

You slid one of your chunky rings off your finger while Mineta wasn't looking, and flung it, with pin-point accuracy, at the top of the tiny demons head, missing his "hair" to clock him right in the temple.

Katsuki watched your ring skid across the room, sliding into the carpet at his feet as you unleashed hell on Mineta, unknowingly drawing attention.

'Now listen here, dipstick, it's not my fault your masculinity's so delicate you feel threatened by a damned skirt and the colour pink. Go project your insecurities on someone else.'

Kirishima claimed how manly you were and soon dragged Sero and Mina into scolding the little shit while you went looking for your ring, now in Kastuki's hand.

The blonde stood as you approached, the skirt gently brushing your bare thighs, and he's suddenly a little jealous of that piece of fabric.

'Oh, thank you for picking it up.' You smiled brightly, knowing full well where his eyes have wandered as you held your hand out for the ring.

Katsuki gulped, placing the warm metal in your waiting palm, letting his fingers linger over your skin as he stepped past you, lips brushing your ear as he suddenly pressed himself dangerously close to you.

'You're welcome, hot stuff.'

You gaped, left blinking at the abyss of the empty sitting room, while Katsuki, smug, roguish Katsuki, chuckled at your back, grinning all the way to his room for a much deserved shower.

#boku no hero fanfic #my hero academia x reader #katsuki bakugo #katsuki bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugo x male reader #fluff #my hero academia x male reader #male reader #m4m #ask me anything

[indigostudies]

feeling enthusiastic tonight so i wanted to talk about my favourite things about the languages i speak/am studying!

mandarin chinese:

singular character words are fairly rare! unlike english, due to the high number of homophones in the spoken language, most words are comprised of two or more characters for clarity's sake. for example, while 孩 does by itself mean child, usually it's combined with another character (ie 孩子，小孩儿，etc.) due to it sounding similar to other words (还，骸).

in spoken language, you often need the entire context to understand the meaning. due to homophones, if you're missing the surrounding context, then it can be easy to misunderstand what someone's saying.

homophones generally! i've been known to love a good tongue-twister, and being a native chinese speaker is definitely part of that—there's just so many good ones! this also crops up in social media/memes, where a homophone is substituted for the original character(s).

the written language! i'm definitely more biased towards simplified chinese, but i can still read traditional chinese, and i think chinese is one of the most beautifully-written languages. it's just so logical! the strokes follow a certain order, and everything is contained in "boxed" that are very pleasing.

german:

poetry! german is known for literature, and i love reading poetry in german, even if not having studied it in a while means i have to look things up pretty frequenty ^^°°

the pronunciation! while i'm definitely at an advantage since i have an ear for languages and can nail german pronunciation at a natural level, i love speaking german—especially the longer words! i love the way the letters sound together (i'm definitely biased towards the eu/äu combination haha).

the ß!

gothic script—this appears a lot in historical german print, and i love it, even if it does make it a bit of a challenge to read anything haha.

kurmanji:

the various possessiveness contructions—there is no verb corresponding to the english to have, so instead you have to use the verb hebûn, to exist, so for example, two brothers of me exist (du birayên min hene, using the izafe construction) or for me two brothers exist (min du bira hene, without izafe, possessor is in the oblique case at the start of the clause) would be used instead of "i have two brothers".

the xw dipthong—i'm probably biased because i love "uncommon" sounds and letter combinations, but not only does the x in kurmanji sound nice (it's sort of like the ch in bach, or the ch in loch), when combined with the w it makes a sort of hissing sound which i'm very partially to.

mongolian:

sounds absolutely gorgeous!! central asian languages generally sound very pleasing to me, but i especially love the guttural sounds in mongolian.

the traditional script is one of the most beautiful things i've ever seen. i have yet to learn how to write in it (at least without a lot of tears on my part), but there's a user on xhs that writes in traditional script, and it's just. stunning. it's fluid, and curling, and just! aaaa!!! i love it. also it's written vertically, which is a fairly uncommon thing as far as languages go.

it's got a ton of different dialects! i'm a known enjoyer of dialects and regional language variations, so of course this is like a goldmine to me.

korean:

i know i said that the mongolian script is gorgeous, but look, i love writing systems in general, and korean is just. so orderly! so perfect for my pattern-obsessed little mind! also, it only takes, like, half an hour to memorise. 12/10 i love it.

a very specific point, but the various ways to say goodbye! you specify whether the person you're speaking to are staying or leaving.

turkish:

probably the most agglutinative language i'm aware of—a lot of words, especially more "modern" (ie new) words are formed by taking a base word and then adding on "meaning" or semantics to it, for example the word for a shoe cabinet is literally "that which stores the covers for the feet".

neutral pronouns! spoken mandarin is also neutral in pronouns, but in turkish both the written and spoken form of the third person pronoun is neutral. while it does make it a little bit frustrating if you're trying to, say, discuss feminist theory, it does mean that no gendered assumptions are made about, for example, a job position.

that's all i can think of right now! if anyone else wants to ramble excitedly about the languages they're studying/speak, please feel free to add on!

#langblr #langblr positivity #language positivity #indigostudies #indigo ink

[royakahoshiart]

okay fine. I need people to know this.

I feel like most tbhk fans are Christian from America and Europe. So they probably don't really think about the religion in tbhk but it actually has such a big role.

I'll get straight to the point, all of tbhk (or at least main charactes and the plot) is revolved around the worship of Kami ( 神 ) gods, spirits and supernaturals alike.

ThE most obvious ones are the seven mysteries themselves, yako in a kitsune (litterally fox) a fox spirit/yokai whom like to pull pranks of humans either by shaoeshifiting, seducing or even killing at points, this can be seen in yako's sort of cocky personality. Yako is more specifically an Inari statue of an Inari temple for the goddess of agriculture, they say it protects crops and foxes.

Tsuchigomori is a tsuchigomo (literally earth spider) it's a giant spider who can be at least as tall as 10 meters. In one story, minamoto no yorimitsu (or raiko) killed one and had found multiple skulls inside, obviusly implying that the creature eats humans.

Hakubo is an Oni, a general word for demonic creatures in Japanese, thought I can't pin point which exact one. Another story involving yorimitsu is the drunken demon, when hakubo was found by the exorcist he said to have given the biggest Oni poisoned sake, as the real story says that three old men gave yorimitsu and his men sake that revealed the oni's real appearance but didn't hurt humans because he prayed at 3 nearby shinto shrines, and later slashed his neck like in the original text.

Hanako is straightforward but it is different in almost all prefectures of japan.

The gist of it is that hanako was a little girl who died either by herself of by her classmates in the girls bathroom around 5-10 years old. She can grant your wish but is you make her angry she'll curse you with a painful and slow death that'll happen very soon. One prefecture even says that she died in the nuclear blast during the last years of ww2.

Im not sure where nº3, nº1 and nº4 come from.

Now Onto the more subtle details, you might ask "hold up Roy, but Japanese buddhisim is very in touch with supernaturals aswell, how do you know if it's japanese buddhisim or shinto?"

Well let's talk about the minamotos. As you might've read, yorimitsu killed many yokais, so he would be called an exorcist where now are kou and teru, the staff kou has is real and is in some temples, teru's bracelet wards off evil spirits in shinto (rather not talk about the Buddhist thoughts on it....) .well teru's blade is obviously not real as a sword like that would've been impractical.

The temple where Teru and Akane go during the severance is a shinto shrine, we can see this from the Torii gates and the architecture as well. The workers at the temple are also not bald therefore they aren't Buddhist monks. It was also very customary to serve tea to the visitors. On the front gate of the shrine there at this 'weird Rope' with papers attached on it, it's on most temples and its a direct reference to a story involving amaterasu , the sun goddess, wich i wont get into.

The train to the farshore is actually a story itself and the place being full of water isn't just an artistic choice but it rapresents the river to the farshore.

Haha wow this is all to conviniet, yeah I believe in shinto bye I'm writing this in the fucking school bathrooms. Need to start school soon bye.

#tbhk #jshk #toilet bound hanako kun #tbhk analysis #jshk analysis #Shinto #Tbhk theory #Jshk theory #I'm tired #I have a presentation of 34 slides today #Bye bye

[p0rkbun]

MODERN LAPIS LAZULI — headcanons°.✧

⤿Warnings: mention of toxic relationships, mention of a school shooting, past trauma, fluff

⤿A/N: I don't take requests, sorry! This is for indulgent purposes haha

✦From what i can interpret from the show, Lapis most likely still has trauma after expriencing certain events.

✦Lapis is a college student who has recently received therapy after experiencing the past trauma of a school shooting a few years ago and being in a toxic relationship. She met Steven, a boy in middle school, during her time receiving therapy. Steven and Lapis are much like siblings, similar to the show; Lapis is awfully protective of him, but she's a little guilty that she doesn't really have time to spend with him.

✦After graduating high school, she met a girl named Jasper, and they got into a relationship, but it quickly got toxic because of their personalities clashing. Lapis broke up with Jasper after a year and proceeded to take therapy. (They were both toxic, just letting you know)

✦Now that she's a junior college student majoring in art history, she's roommates with Peridot and also friends with two other girls who both have the same hair color as her(nice Lapis and mean Lapis)

✦Speaking of appearances, I can see her having the same blue hair but with an undercut haircut. Her skin is tan (she definitely has freckles too), and she's a fan of dressing in crop tops a lot, along with a long dress or jeans.

✦She's very reserved and stoic; she might come off as cold when you meet her, but when you get to know each other, she's friendly and loves to talk about art. She has some issues trusting people because of past trauma; she may be rude sometimes, but she's quick to apologize if you're someone close, like Steven.

✦Because you and Lapis shared a seat together and both majored in art history, your friendship began when you two occasionally worked on projects. Lapis has begun to grow fond of you after some time spent studying together. When Peridot nags her to ask you out, she always shoots her a glare and tells Peridot to mind her own business.

✦Whenever you weren't looking, Lapis would glance at you just to admire your focused face when you two were working on a project. She smiled and thought you looked adorable. She looked away and acted dumb when you caught her that one time.

✦Now that Peridot has been bugging her about you like a thousand times, she finally asked you out on a date. She took you to a beach city that's just a few miles from your college. Beach City was also where Steven lives with his family, and you guys met him on your date. Steven was overjoyed and might've spilled some embarrassing facts about Lapis.

✦Of course, she quickly tells you to buy some donuts before Steven continues anymore. She got a box of donuts that filled with three glazed blueberry donuts and three of your favorites. She offers to pay, but you beat her to it.

✦You two spent your date together, eating donuts, walking on the beach, and playing in the arcade until it was evening. You two sat on the sand, looking at the setting sun. She told you that she had fun, and you replied back with the same thought. Eventually you two started a deep conversation that led her to open up about her past. You reassured and comforted her, and she appreciated that and also appreciated you.

"You know....you really are amazing." Lapis snorted and smiled. She looks at you lovingly and holds your hand. "Thanks for agreeing to go on a date with me, I'm glad you had a great time." She tugs a hair strand behind your ear.

✦Your date ended, and you two got to your dorms. Lapis walked you to your dorm first. Before she left for hers, you gave her a kiss on the cheek. Peridot finds Lapis coming back to their dorm with a dorky smile. She smirks knowingly.

°.✧•—✦

#lapis lazuli #lapis lazuli x reader #lapis x reader #lapis #steven universe #steven universe x reader #lapis lazuli headcanon #headcanons #steven universe headcanons #x reader #steven universe fanfiction #fanfiction

[aria-ashryver]

Question: How do you do your Choice edits? They're amazing!

oh wow, thank you lovely! I'm so glad you like them!! 🥰

Some are definitely more technically complex than others, but its really easy to get started if you are curious about making your own! Here's a little look at what I do:

--Krita--

Krita is a free photo editing software for PC, which can be downloaded here, and is great for getting started

--Transparent Assets--

there are a number of SUPER helpful Choices blogs who make the Choices Sprites readily available to use -- @cassiopeiacorvus and @farizrz for example. Most of the time you'll be starting by downloading a sprite sheet, like this

and then cutting and pasting and rotating the image multiple times until you have them stacked up in Krita so the individual parts overlap correctly.

--MC Body Types--

Its super easy to swap outfits between body types -- @korgbelmont has helpfully made a list of MCs that share body types where you can check! For example, say you wanted to make an edit of the f!MC from The Cursed Heart, but in modern clothes, or something? Well, since she's a "Bachelorette" body type, that sprite will also fit all the clothes from AME or AVSP, etc

From there, the next thing I set about learning was how to make use of the liquify tool, and cropping and layering, to make an outfit from one body type fit onto another

--Complex Edits--

I've been branching out and trying to learn more about what Krita can do (I had literally never used any editing software before I started messing around with Choices sprites last year lmao), but with enough time learning about the various brushes and tools, I've started combining pieces of different assets to get stuff like this:

which has been a super fun learning curve!!

You know what? I might just reblog some of my favs just for the hell of it haha. Ty for the ask lovely!! 💕💕

#asks answered #immortal desires edits #(and others too) #(but I'm terrible at keeping things all under one tag jsdhlk)

[zwy01]

Blood Moon AU!! Part 2 - More werewolves

Second part (continued) of my second major AU, Blood Moon AU. The nobles and werewolves basically have a race swap in an almost brand new setting.

For more info, check out my first two posts where I explained the general lore and setting of this AU (highly recommended for a better understanding):

The characters.

Ladybug: Father of Cloudy, whom he had with an unnamed werewolf woman. Many people mistake Ladybug for a dangerous, evil person due to his creepy appearance, but he’s actually a pretty nice dude. The sockets of his eyes are just very deep and people can’t seem to catch a glimpse of his irises no matter how hard they look, hence the assumption that he’s about to suck every passerby’s soul and transfer them to himself to extend his lifespan. Doesn’t help that he’s always smiling. It almost looks like he’s sneering. Ladybug doesn’t mind. He’s too old for this shit. He’d just chuckle and go along with it. He’d strike a menacing pose and bare his fangs, and they’d all run away screaming. Haha, that was fun. Felt great, might do it again.

No one knows how old Ladybug is. It seems like he’s been around since forever ago. The werewolves even call him a living fossil. He takes it as a compliment because it means he’s wise and timeless. Ladybug would be minding his own business and he’d happen to eavesdrop on some werewolves talking about an old story, and he’d spook them by appearing from behind a bush and saying “Oh? Didn’t know the things I did in my youth are being told as Mother Moon’s tales now. Care to recite from the beginning for this old man?” Once again they run away in terror. Oh, poo. Tsk tsk, young pups these days are so sensitive and can’t stand humor at all. At least his daughter understands him and fully embraces his weirdness.

Ladybug lives with his daughter Cloudy, whom he had as an old man. Cloudy’s mother is alive and well; she just doesn’t live with them. Ladybug raised Cloudy for the most part, who is very attached to him. As a retired warrior, Ladybug does farming as a hobby and grows a variety of delicious crops because Cloudy doesn’t eat meat. He breeds special types of vegetables, fruits, and grains for her to enjoy. Currently, his goal is to create the perfect crunchy, tangy sweet berry because his daughter likes those very much. He can’t wait to bake a delicious pie for her with these ingredients and see her smile.

Ladybug’s favorite color is green because his daughter’s eyes are green. It’s also the hair color of his daughter’s mother, who was his lover.

Ladybug is not your typical werewolf warrior. He is also a master of magic, and you can always count on him to know the specific spell to your specific issue if you need help from him. He can both harm and help you, if he chooses to. There’s probably even a proverb that says “if you get fleas up your buttcrack on a full moon night, Ladybug will hunt you down and cook you in a stew” or something. Yikes. Probably made up anyway. Eh, still giving it some credit because it’s a good way to scare the kids and get them to quiet down and go to bed without making a fuss. Lord Peach’s adopted daughter Rosemary is a student and fan of Ladybug. She calls him “Teacher Buggy”. He is extra nice to her because she is part of Cloudy’s core friend group and his daughter always talks about how nice “Rosie” is. Usually, he would reject those who come to him asking for magic lessons, but he gives private lessons to Rosemary. Dang, she must’ve bribed him, lol. Thanks to Rosemary, Ladybug has learned about a certain noble streamer named Zivon Tradio aka “GlitterDream KittyPaws”, who is also a magician. Ladybug isn’t his fan, but he sometimes watches his streams just to criticize his spells. Rosemary thinks it’s hilarious.

Ladybug has no other living relatives aside from his daughter.

Grub: Son of unnamed werewolves. Unlike Ladybug, who just seems creepy but really isn’t, Grub is creepy to the core. It’s just him being… him. 100% original Grub guaranteed. He’s either lying still with his face planted to the ground and mumbling to himself, which can last for hours, or he’s hyper and jumping from tree to tree and finally off a cliff. Once he even tried to dive into an active volcano. There’s rarely any in betweens. It’s okay if he gets hurt, he’ll heal up in no time. It even feels good to get hurt. Fractures, burns, external and internal bleeding, almost-decapitation… he has a new to-do list everyday. He’ll even feel itchy on the inside if he doesn’t let himself bleed every now and then. That’s what the werewolves’ superior healing is for, and he’s totally abusing this ability. He would just shrug it off when people point out to him that he’s basically addicted to self-harm. It’s just called having fun! He would then cackle and squeal and bark back and forth on a crescendo and decrescendo like a total maniac. The werewolves would just assume that he’s under Ladybug’s curse or something, because he clearly isn’t in his right mind. Oh well, it’s not like they have to be friends with him. And who knows if it’s contagious or not, so better leave quickly to be safe than sorry.

Grub’s current self has something to do with his childhood. He was born into a big family, as his parents had many children back to back, litter after litter. He’s just one of the dozens of children. Grub is a quintuplet and the runt of his litter. Initially, his parents wanted to abandon him, as it would’ve been a waste to feed him since he would just die anyway. But little Grub cried and squeaked and howled for milk, as if he didn’t know what giving up was. Then his parents changed their mind. Perhaps they ended up giving him a chance because they were entertained. Sure, they’ll be generous this one time and see how things turn out. If he dies, they’ll just eat him. They even named him Grub out of spite; crawling on the floor on his hands and knees and struggling for life just like a grub. Befitting of such a weak, unimpressive pup.

Grub was strong. He was resilient despite his circumstances. He managed to survive, but his growth is permanently stunted to this day. His childhood was less than ideal. When it was meal time, his parents left little to no prey for him, and he could only watch his brothers and sisters wolf down their dinner because he was too small and weak to even fight for the scraps. He filled his belly by gnawing on bones and whatever had been left over after his family had their share. He learned to break bones and suck on the marrow. Sometimes he’d crush and eat the bones too when he got desperate. Other than that, he’d stuff himself with dried grass, snow, and even dirt in order to stave off hunger. This is why Grub is short and small even in adulthood. Sure, he’s lean and compact, as he’s been eating well ever since he left his hell of a family and taught himself how to hunt, but his height is stuck at where it is now. He’s just a smidge taller than what would be considered a short werewolf woman. Perhaps the lack of nourishment during his vital childhood days had also done something to his brain. Either that, or he was born creepy. Or both. The werewolves are scared of him, but they also pity him. He didn’t choose to become like this anyway. Grub taking extreme measures to hurt himself is probably just his way of coping.

Grub is a warrior, but he isn’t allowed to spar without having many other warriors chaperoning the battleground because Grub doesn’t spar to train. He fights to kill. He disrespects the protocol and has no sense of honor, and won’t stop even when his sparring partner has yielded. There was a time when the warriors had to collectively restrain Grub and pry his fangs off the neck of his sparring partner whom he had defeated in a duel, because he just wouldn’t let go. He wanted to draw blood. More blood. Even more blood. To him, he’s not done until he crushes his opponent’s throat. To this day, the incident’s witnesses haven’t forgotten about all the bleeding and crying and the gruesome screams that had echoed throughout the mountains. Grub’s victim had retired from fighting ever since and went into hiding. And Grub? He never apologized.

Grub doesn’t really have any hobbies other than thrill seeking and self-harming. Maybe he just hasn’t discovered anything yet. Well, he should apply for a job as a communal alarm clock because you can always bet that he’d be screaming and howling by 4:00 am sharp. Even Mother Moon needs her beauty sleep. Grub disagrees.

Grub doesn’t have a crush on anyone as of now. Some werewolves doubt his ability to even recognize members of his pack as his own kind. Can he even see them that way? Hard to say. Grub isn’t dumb in the slightest, he’s just crazy... good for him, then.

Thank you for reading and stay tuned for future posts!

#kori’s blood moon au #noblesse #manhwa #myart #fanart #lagus tradio #gradeus

[crusherthedoctor]

Get a Load of Traits - PART 2: Dr. Eggman

It's that time again, folks. Time for another analysis you didn't ask for.

I explained how the setup goes with my previous installment revolving around Sonic, but to recap: for the sake of not dragging things out too much, I’ve decided to keep it all thematically consistent by sticking with 9 main points per character, in terms of what I personally consider the highest priorities for each of them. These will usually not be listed in any particular order of importance or relevance unless stated otherwise, and while there may be other major traits that might not get mentioned (in which case, feel free to bring them up yourself if you see fit), this keeps things simple and focuses on the points that have the most flexibility with how much of the character they encapsulate.

It should also be noted that these posts are made with the game portrayals in mind, because the games mark the core of the franchise, and as such, they objectively contain the purest essence of the cast. Adaptations generally like to play by their own rules, some more gratuitously and inexcusably than others, and this will inevitably crop up with certain entries. All that being said however, I’ll attempt to stay focused rather than devolve into another rant about this adaptation or that adaptation, only directly referring to them if I feel it’s necessary for the point being made.

Anyhow, for today’s installment, the spotlight shines on everyone's favourite villain that they pretend isn't a villain: Dr. Eggman.

He's larger than life.

Where could he be???

He's shaped like an egg. He laughs and bellows like it's going out of fashion. He proudly announces when he's in the room for no other reason than to inform everyone that he's in the room. He takes sadistic glee when you don't have enough memory in the memory card. Why would you want to sawdust away this side of him? What are you, a Hollywood writer?

Just as Sonic is a fun hero, it's integral that Eggman is a fun villain. He's all about the colour, the spectacle, the raw energy. This is non-negotiable. If you approach this character and think he needs to be made grounded because he has a silly name or something, then you are going about this the completely wrong way. Villains like Eggman get praised all the time for being vibrant and wacky, so frankly, there is no excuse to write him off for it.

He is genuinely smart.

"Oh yeah? Well if you played nice, I wouldn't need to transform you into a tedious gameplay mechanic that appeals to furries and is guaranteed to give this game negative reviews from IGN. Haha, gottem."

Look at the screencap above. He was able to turn the tables against Super Sonic right when it looked as though he was thoroughly cornered. How was he able to achieve this? By planning.

*leans closer to the mic*

P L A N N I N G.

Yes, he is not literally omniscient. Yes, he can be prone to the occasional oversight. Yes, unexpected events can transpire that would be difficult if not impossible for him to account for. But all that aside, Eggman is a genius. He does have an IQ of 300. He talks a big game, but with all the amazing tech he's created over the years, and with all the ways he's pulled a fast one over the heroes, he has proven that he can play the big game. Need I remind you that this is a human, and his arch-nemesis is the fastest thing alive, not some dude on the street. He would need to be on his A-game in order to last.

And yes, it is indeed him who does all that brainstorming. Ever since day 1, he's always been very hands-on with his operations, not needing to steal the credit from another scientist or force a hostage to do it all for him. His plans? His weapons? They're all him. Would a mere bumbler be able to subdue the Time Eater?

He is genuinely evil.

"What's this shite I'm hearing about a Mr. Tinker...?"

We've got the Triforce of Funny Man. We've got the Triforce of Real Intelligence. Now here comes the hardest pill to swallow: the Triforce of Actually Malevolent.

For reasons that can be pinned on certain portrayals that are coincidentally more commonly found in adaptations, fans are all too willing to remove agency from Eggman's villainy. When they're not claiming an amnesiac personality that peaced out as quickly as it arrived is his true self, they're claiming he has all these heated gamer moments for the purpose of avenging his Wasted™ grandfather, Professor Gerald Robotnik. Or they claim he's not as bad as other villains in the franchise because he "only" wants to conquer the world, rather than destroy it.

Now how can I put this gently...

No, I am not just saying this because I personally happen to favor Eggmen with proper villainous balls to their name rather than glorified frenemies with Sonic at best. Even when exorcising myself of all potential bias, the Eggman we see in the games is still a very different fellow from what a concerning number of fans say with a straight face he is.

He stuffs animals inside robots on a regular basis. He lies, cheats, and backstabs on a regular basis. He fired a laser at the planet with the intent to fracture it, with no consideration for destruction or fatalities. He conquered other planets just to reduce them to self-indulgent attractions for his theme park. He drove a friendly robot to insanity after they were willing to give him the benefit of the doubt. He wanted to destroy Station Square right out the gate, with the only difference come the end of his rope being that he changed tactics to more suicidal means out of desperation. When the Deadly Six were defeated, and the world remained in a dire state, his only reaction was to express relief that there was still something for him to lord over. And although Forces may have glossed over much of his rule, it's clear that it wasn't pleasant for anyone other than himself. Throughout all of this, he rarely brings up Gerald in a consistent manner outside of SA2 and ShtH, and in fact, even in those games, it's pretty clear that he only cares about Gerald's scientific legacy and how that makes him special in the process due to being his grandson. He's never been shown to give a damn about the rest of Gerald as a person, including the philanthropist he was at heart prior to his last days.

Not wanting to destroy the world is not an act of kindness. It's simple logic: he can't conquer something that's not there. And is treating the population to a lifetime of slavery really that softer than a quick and (relatively) painless death? I'm sure TV Tropes would say yes, but what do you think?

He's a self-made man.

Egg Jameson confirmed.

Our horizontally enlightened fiend did not start with a kingdom of his own. He was not a test tube baby who could shoot lasers out of his hands from day one. He was not born a demon, nor did he hail from a bloodline of gods. When he began his path in life of being a furry shamer, he had only his gadgets and tools to work with. Yet, he has managed to carve himself a bountiful list of pro gamer moves over the years despite his mortal human status, including harnessing the Time Eater as mentioned, bringing his dream Eggmanland to life in all its glory, and the engineering marvel that is Metal Sonic... and almost never suffering from financial troubles despite the frequent destruction of his machines at Sonic's hands. (Keep Sonic 4's name out your fuckin' mouth.)

And speaking of that last part, there has been evidence across the series that he has more than one way of ensuring the moolah keeps rolling in. We've seen him set up casinos, carnivals, Extreme Gear companies, newspaper factories, and other facilities to extend his reach. We've seen his robots mine for resources all over the world, and occasionally other worlds. We've seen him own a literal ocean of oil. We've even seen him sell his stripped down robots to chumps who don't know any better. For all his childish ways and penchant for plagiarizing the Death Star, he's surprisingly good at money management.

Then there's his specific approach to scheming and beating Sonic. Winning on its own is never enough for him: he wants to win on his terms, by doing things his way. So he might steal a shiny gem, but he'll use it to power the tech that he made. He might wake up a sleeping beast, but he'll have an Egg Carrier operating alongside it. The doc is always pulling his weight no matter the game, because if he didn't, how could he back up his self-admired intellect without it ringing hollow? You know he wouldn't be having that.

All of this goes a long way to explaining how he grew a knack for being so pro-active as a villain in the present day of the games proper. Instead of having it easy by being born an almighty superbeing, he had to work his way up using nothing but his brain. Because Dr. Eggman is a man with quite a few admirable qualities. Just a shame that morality is not one of them, no matter how much I've been gaslit by fans into believing otherwise.

His ego is his motive.

Don't say it.

As we discussed, for all his manufactured admiration of his late grandad's genius, he doesn't mention him as often across the franchise as fans would lead you to believe. But you know which moustached gentleman he does mention a lot throughout the franchise...?

An overfilled sense of pride is to be expected for a pure villain. Regardless of their motive and their means to fulfill said motives, they're expected to think highly of themselves to some degree. But Eggman is not your everyday egotist: he IS the ego. Many villains have made statues of themselves, but how many do you know who have defaced historical monuments and plastered their visage on them? How many villains do you know who call half of their machines Egg Something? How many villains do you know who make up every single boss in more than one installment?

That's because Eggman's ego isn't just part of his character: it's the source of his drive. Everything he does, everything he wants to do, is fueled by how much he loves himself, and how displeased he is that the rest of the world does not feel the same way. He wants everyone to bow down to his excellence, he wants to conquer the world to satisfy his lust, and even that wouldn't keep him satiated forever, since evidence has shown that he would just make a grab for the whole universe if he got bored. He cannot picture a world where anyone else matters, because they're not him. Over the span of three decades, his inflated self-worth at the cost of everyone else's agency and wellbeing has not diminished one iota, and unless SEGA decides to pander hard to the Eggdad standom, this is not likely to change anytime soon.

Which leads me to my next point...

The consequences are irrelevant to him.

Quote by Billy Mitchell.

Part of the recurring problem with Eggman being woefully mischaracterized as not such a bad guy when you get to know him is because people like to suggest that since he rarely shows outright sadism while committing his evil deeds (except this is also not true; see Tails' story in SA1, or the sheer ecstasy in his tone when he betrayed Emerl's trust in Battle), that means the results that spring from them are more excusable than the likes of Mephiles, Starline, Disney, etc.

Putting aside the fact that he's still willingly committing these deeds to begin with - with no regret at that - let's assume they mean in reference to ordinary citizens and the like. Now maybe it's true that he's not known to dedicate much of his career to making things personal with random nobodies. But let me ask you something: when he declared his intent to destroy Station Square with Chaos so he could build ROBOTNIKLAND THE ULTIMATE CITY WHERE I WILL RULE IT AAAALLLL COME ON CHAOS LET'S FIND ANOTHER EMERALD SHALL WE Eggmanland over its remains... did he say anything about letting the residents evacuate? Did he provide a means to help them evacuate?

What you need to keep in mind is that Eggman showing little interest goes both ways. He doesn't give any thought to these folk period. If his giant mech killed people who were in his way, or he fired a cannon at Whocaresville and the people living there didn't have time to get out of dodge, he's not going to shed a tear and call for a moment of silence. Because, as we've already established, the only person that matters is him. So long as he gets what he wants, and so long as there are still other people out there to worship him, what's the big deal if some kid is now without a parent or a home?

He is not a good master.

"Also, I did create a vaccine. That's what you get for listening to our loving fans who hate us."

Well, at least he shows a more caring side to his creations, right? Sure... if you don't pay any attention to how it plays out onscreen.

My dude is certainly willing to shower his creations with high praise, but what advocates of Good Guy Eggman fail to note is that he praises them because he made them. An achievement for them is an achievement for him, because how would they be so brilliant and competent if it weren't for who built them that way? And you know what else? That praise conveniently only manifests when the creation is doing their job: the moment they fall short of his lofty standards, he flips like a switch. Can it truly be considered sincere and from the heart if he's that willing to turn on them that easily?

Of his many robotic stooges over the years, two that he held in high esteem were the E-Series and Metal Sonic. He made a show of tasking the former with an important mission, and the latter has been recognized repeatedly as one of his crowning masterpieces. And yet, all of the E-Series bar Gamma were discarded and essentially left to fend for themself in an unfamiliar world, with Beta being forcibly modified without a second thought. Gamma was only spared because, you guessed it, he was the one with a victory to his name. As for Metal Sonic, for all his longevity and special treatment, he too is not immune to punishment in the event of failure or disobedience.

And Infinite? His prized right-hand man during his six month conquest? Whisked away without a word after one bruh moment too many, followed by making a point to show off his own mastery over the (real) Phantom Ruby.

Needless to say, this is a stark contrast from the goofy dad you often see in fanart.

His will is equal to Sonic's.

"I'm gonna have to reset, that was a practice run."

Being a regular human does not serve as a limitation for Eggman's status and capabilities, unless you're a hack writer who believes superficial power levels are the instant-win key to a good antagonist, or a well-crafted story in general. On paper, a hedgehog with Sonic's level of power should have dealt with this silly old man once and then never again. That happened with aliens. It happened with gods. It happened with talking ballsacks. Yet Eggman is still around. Despite being subjected to a wide selection of situations that should have Big Oof'd him, with Sonic normally not considering saving him from said perils a high priority, Eggman keeps surviving, and he keeps trucking on.

Why? Because main villain immunity, yes, but compared to Bowser the fire-breathing turtle, and Ganon the occasional boar-shaped demigod, a human scientist managing to persist for as long as he has is still impressive even without the out-of-universe justification. This detail of his character is even incorporated into his boss fights: the Egg Viper battle ends with a kamikaze attack. The Mega Death Egg Robot had a second machine stored inside it, keeping up where the fight left off as the first one conks out. S3&K in its entirety was practically dedicated to his absolute refusal to call it quits.

He doesn't give up. He never gives up. And he's not the type to piss his pants either. When the odds are stacked against him, he will either give it his all with much gnashing of teeth, or he'll retreat because it's the tactically sound thing to do. What he doesn't do is show fear and plead for his life. (Unleashed doesn't count, that was a Wily ploy.)

He hates Sonic.

Or else he wouldn't have made this.

You would think this would go without saying. You have not spent enough time in the Sonic community. I wish I was you. (Then again, I met my friends through it...)

There are many people - many, many, many people - who will vehemently drill into your head with the trustworthy assurance of a SonicTuber that Dr. Eggman, arch-nemesis of Sonic the Hedgehog, world's longest Attempted Sonic Murderer champion, secretly likes the guy deep down, and would never wish for the Blue Blur to actually kick the bucket for good. They claim that when push comes to shove, the old doctor would never fully commit to world domination, because he simply enjoys his bouts with Sonic too much.

For X!Eggman? Probably.

Boom Eggman? Definitely.

Game Eggman? The Eggman? No.

Eggman hates Sonic. Eggman loathes Sonic, and he loathes the rest of his multicolored accomplices just as fiercely. The amount of times he has tried to bust a cap in Sonic's ass is plausibly in the triple digits. He has subjected Sonic to all kinds of threatening, terrifying situations with the explicit purpose of either killing him or hitting him where it hurts. He shows happiness when Sonic is in pain, or has appeared to have been vanquished by his efforts. What about any of this suggests that he likes him? Because of respect?

Now yes, that much is true. It's evident that Eggman respects Sonic as an opponent who can keep up with him, and it's true that he enjoys their battles to an extent. That's not the same thing as actually liking the guy on a personal level. For all the respect he may wield, he would still gladly rid himself of the hedgehog the first chance he gets. Remember the big moment in SA2 in which he launched Sonic into space? He bid his farewell, in a semi-mocking tone, then went right back to business like it was nothing. And what about Forces? What did he plan on doing with Sonic once he got bored of waving his victory in his enemy's face? That's right, he planned on slamming the red button on him. Sorry you had to find out this way, that's what happens when you don't Play The Game.

Ivo Robotnik is a jovial man, but his goals are dead serious. He wants his empire more than anything else in the world, and he will get it. For whatever thrills their encounters may provide, he would piss on Sonic's grave without a moment's hesitation in order to make progress with his ambitions. If he wasn't serious about taking over the world... why the fuck would he do all that he does? Do you really think he spends all that time researching ancient tablets because he wants to be Sonic's friend? Do you think he enslaves alien races because it's not like he likes Sonic or anything baka kawaii desu (please don't unfollow me, I won't do it again)? I don't think so, chum. There'd be no game, and no franchise, if Eggman wasn't coming up with ways to put him in an early grave. And then probably vandalize the grave after.

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If you understand all of these points, and if you can take to them, then I believe you should have what it takes to write a good, or even great, portrayal of Dr. Ivo "EDP445" Robotnik. No portrayal is going to be one-and-one with that of another, there'll always be subtle distinctions depending on the writer, but you'll be fine as long as he's not a softie or a fool who only exists to be replaced with a gay platypus.

Oh and, one last thing...

Heroes manual lied to you. Sorry, English fandom.

#Get a Load of Traits #Opinion #Dr. Eggman

[yestrday]

i was the anon who uh told you abt the oc and so here i am sharing him.

Yeah, this is Corin :3

I saw that Zhongli was supposed to have graduated but was held back for.... reasons...

So I decided that Corin is also back a grade... for a reason I don't know fits in your academy au lore but fuck it we ball am i right. (He just like missed a deadline to enroll or something... idc if that's not how schools work, corin is my bbg)

BTW, Ms. Aika is ANOTHER genshin oc, she's sorta like immortal in non academy au lore (just actual genshin world oc) who found Corin when he uh... escaped from a cult.. I MEAN WHAT WHO SAID THAT!!!!!! Yeah, they have like a mother/son relationship. Not legally, though, so he kind of is like her #1 servant.

Corin, in general, is a really calm and chill guy, so I thought it'd be really funny if I gave him a BURNING hatred for Childe where he's just... a bit more done with that guy. ( also he doesn't like Scaramouche. but Corin retaliates with "at least I'm not short" when he is LITERALLY just a bit taller... it's so fun to me) He'd be silently judging because he's not particularly one to like confrontation (unless it's Childe or Scaramouch,, obv), and he does the look into the camera like it's the Office @ shenanigans.

He likes being around Aether/Lumine or Diluc the most (Also has to do with the non academy genshin lore I gave him...where he works at Angel's Share and probably becomes a companion to the Traveler) and he probably gets along better with Monstadt characters (oh he loves Fischl, thinks she's very funny but also has no idea what she is saying

"That's so cool.." turn to Oz "what is she saying."

... that's his little sister, just trust me on this)

Other than the Monstadt characters, I think Corin is friends w Itto (bro got picked up one day just like 'guess this is my life now') and literally anyone else

only #2 dogboy because Gorou is always #1

sorry corin

also, hell yeah i put that man in crop tops... what are you, a cop...

I'm just adding things at this point, but teehee, Corin is a babysitter sometimes. I don't know where Klee fits into this AU, but he probably babysits her (actively enables her shenanigans... i mean, he never did anything at all... what are you talking about...) also gets him closer to Albedo possibly maybe blink blink...

i got silly :3

behrhigw HES SO SCRUNKLY I LOVE HIM??!?! corin is just trying to live it sucks he has a murderous harem (which has childe)

also the missing enrollment is spot on i know so many lazy bums that are my classmates cuz they were like oh lmao the deadline was THAT day?? whoops haha ill just take a gap year its honestly spot on

i love him 🥺🥺

#yester.fanart #yester.au — academy 📓 #junobells

[du-buk]

8:11 Character/ Story asks;

Anons that have asked about characters and story beats! Spoilers are at the very end‼️

Trying to organize things the best I can! I’ve gotten SUPER behind on some asks.... I’m terribly sorry! I don’t go online much, and, reading text online is very difficult (for reference, this is what it looks like while also suffering from dyslexia)

Ryker ask;

Howdy! Sorry, but, Ryker’s clothing holds no meaning what-so-ever:D I think they just found a sweater they really liked and then added a crop top over it.

Nope! Beetle’s words are most likely verbal nonsense. Sounds like someone talking backwards, with some bug clicking noises, and chirping, and whatever else sprinkled in. He’s non human, and not like any living creature on Earth for that matter, so he wouldn’t have typical vocal cords.

Since he is linked with Ryker, his words are probably just telepathically and automatically translated for Ryker or something crazy like that.

Hmmmm.... the answer depends on where they are hanging out. If it’s at the basilica, Vittorino might be on edge and pissed. Which is the main reason why he attacked Ryker, haha.

If they’re all at Juliek’s house, or Accardi’s house.... hmmm. No okay, nevermind, it would still end up badly. Like this one vine

Gabriel Asks;

When I was redesigning him, I only gave him half facial hair to see what I liked..... but I liked how it looked just as is, so, I kept it, hahahah.

I like to think that he shaves during a shower, but, forgot to shave the other side until he stepped out of the shower.

Hmmm....I like to think Gabriel is a natural blonde. I think it’s just part of my style to add some colored roots to blonde characters (explains why Vittorino has black sideburns too lol) :) Susan will have a similar effect with different-colored roots:) If I keep the design idea hahahah

And Susan.....hmmmm...........

They most likely knew each other, if Gabriel was in the old friend group. But let’s find out in the future;)

Susan & Amalia asks;

She loves them! She probably does artsy things with Vittorino, and Accardi typically drives her around wherever since Juliek can’t drive.

Juliek’s wife was a model, and was also a graphic designer. And was in marketing once. She’s done a lot of different jobs, as she’s never satisfied with something long term.

 Vittorino/Juliek/Accardi asks;

HAHA oh anon(s).......... This dynamic was messy, that's for sure. Almost everyone fucked each other. But Chapter one was just a good starting point to get the basic idea of the trio friend group (Juliek, Accardi, and Vittorino.......and possibly Gabriel now too?), how they interact, feel about each other on a surface level, and Accardi moving on from Juliek to chase his interest in Ryker.

We will get to see a lot more with Juliek and Accardi’s past relationship, Juliek and who exactly his wife is, and their relationship, Vittorino’s factor with everything, etc. I’m glad you liked them so much! I love them so much:,D

He might. I wonder if it fucks up the high or not then, lol.   

No clue actually. I had no real vision for it when I made that dialogue.

Vittorino’s specialty is abstract art, so, maybe Accardi commissioned some floral abstract works? Something to put in his house and just admire. Who knows.... Too bad he can’t finish it now because he opened the damn Bible :)

Everyone’s hair is 100% natural! We live by anime rules in this universe.

I like to think Juliek’s wife, Susan, dyes her hair often just for aesthetic reasons though.

Vittorino fox hat🦊

What makes you ask that anon?

Well 😏 We know Accardi said his favorite was long pork.

Ryker likes sweet foods, and really likes yogurt cake and crepes.

Leon; Savory soups:) But probably hates that he sounds like an old man saying that, so he probably says its actually elk burgers.

Juliek; Probably something really fancy. Something that he can pair with a good glass of wine.... maybe something like a sausage pasta?

Susan;  Kare Pan (Japanese Curry Bread)

Vittorino; Quail meat

Gabriel; His mom's homemade pizza:) She makes it with prosciutto :,D

Dakota & Wankou; BBQ ribs and seafood! I don’t know much about seafood so uhhhh just guess for that one sorry lol.

1. Everyone’s a switch. Including him.

2. He probably only bottomed for two people in his whole life; Gabriel and ermmmmmmmmmmm. Well. Can’t say it’s spoilers :P

He would! But nooooooo idea how anyone would be able to pull it off. I’ve definitely thought of making his mask(face?) before, just for fun, but I have no experience in such things.

Possible Spoilers Regarding Leon;

Hi anon! I scanned through the pictures in the beginning of the game, and, I could not find any images of Leon with purple-colored eyes? If you can find one and send me the title or description of it, that would be appreciated as I can’t find it myself! Sorry! Leon’s eyes hold a lot of thematic and imagery importance, so, if Leon randomly has purple eyes I might need to fix that, hahahah. But his eyes should just be yellow/orange/gold (within that spectrum).

Although, Leon’s eye color was up for debate towards the ending (depending on what items you had collected). So who knows what truth Leon and Dante are hiding from Ryker ;)

#811 asks #vittorino #ryker #accardi #juliek #gabriel #susan #811 answers #dubuk art

[katatty]

May I ask where you get the cc for your Sims’s clothes and makeup.? Theyre really cute.

Oh, this is a tough one! I get my clothes from all over the place, I have about 5GB worth and don't know if I could list everywhere I've downloaded from.

I have a sideblog, @katatty-ccfinds where I reblog most things I download, but it is SUPER unorganised, haha.

Some of my favourite clothing creators (at least, the ones that crop up in my downloads folder the most frequently!):

@moocha-muses

@deedee-sims

@mikexx2

@serabiet

@platinumaspiration

@rented-space

@webluepeace

@mdpthatsme

@keoni-chan

@taylors-simblr

@whysim

@yandereplumsim

@goatskickin

@moyokeansimblr

@downloadsbyskell

I also use default replacements a lot! I always find just browsing through the default database to be a good way to find new creators :D

let me know if there's anything specific in my game you like and I can try and source it for you! I try to be WCIF-friendly :)

As for makeup, I actually don't use all that much? It's almost all lips and the default Maxis eyeliner/eyeshadow! I have in my game:

Jelly's Sweet Leaf Lips

Some lips by Uglytownie, I think these?

These Lips by @simhow

A bunch of stuff by @downloadsbyskell

And Sweet Wonderful You by @dreadpirate (this is probably the set I use the most, it works with a lot of different skintones too!)

#resources #WCIF #hey maybe i'll finally set up that resources page now i've made this list haha #FAQ

[raytorosaurus]

bit of a weird ask but I saw a twitter post saying they were 'devastated' over what frank said in an interview about performing/writing in ls dunes compared to some other bands (theyre assuming that the 'other bands' means mcr because they cant think of the 20+ other bands that hes been in) and after reading it a second time it doesn't even seem that negative?? it just talks about different processes and his excitement for dunes, but I still feel down anyway now because of that reaction, and it really makes me doubt that part of the fandom's faith in the band and its members im kinda close to quitting the fandom because of this and idk how the tumblr/twitter gang here survives it y'all are troopers, im unsure how to avoid that kind of doomposting

sorry i totally forgot to answer this the other day, i hope you see this!

but yeah, i see the same thing and it is. pretty irritating haha. it speaks to the unrealistic traits and behaviours fandom has applied to these ppl over the years/decades - which are harmless enough on the surface, but left unchecked you end up with doomposting or disproportionate levels of discourse when one of them doesn't behave the way their textpostified personalities would have you believe hahaha. if frank isn't anything but reverential towards mcr then he must hate it. if gerard puts time and work into his artistic and career pursuits that aren't related to mcr he must be giving up on the band like he supposedly did in 2012. if ray, who hasn't done a single interview since 2016, isn't on stage showing frank public affection or admiring him on twitter, he must be bossy and arrogantly taking all the glory for mcr's guitar parts and musicality. if mikey does anything it's gotta have something to do with gerard or mcr because obvs he doesn't exist outside the band etc etc. again none of these things are like. problematic or bad**, just kind of. annoying to engage with as an adult in the space i go to enjoy myself hahaha.

but this specific discussion abt frank implicitly dissing mcr also cropped up after that podcast frank did with travis, where he discussed writing music with ls dunes vs every other band/project he's been involved in. which, let's remember, is a fucking lot. how many albums has frank made or been part of? too many to easily count. only about four or five of those were with my chemical romance. ls dunes is only set apart from the rest because they're currently active after mcr's huge reunion, and they're a supergroup so they're getting a lot of press attention. people have never batted an eye in the past when frank has discussed how great it is to be working with this or that musician on this or that album - it's just the timing of ls dunes and our own high hopes for new mcr music that make people take this one in particular so personally.

on top of that... we've always known mcr has a fraught and stressful writing process??? that is like. a major part of the lore? we're all compelled by the insane amount of unlikely success mcr achieved in their careers, and by the fact that they were always controversial. we reblog quotes about gerard saying mcr's purpose was always to be against something, to undermine expectations, to infiltrate, contaminate etc. i thought this was something we were all drawn to about mcr? so i'll never understand the shock and disappointment when frank makes the simple statement that writing with ls dunes is easier, less stressful, and more lighthearted than writing with mcr. like...duh it is? mcr have always been open about how much they put into writing albums - and also about how they're proud of what they created, and that they consider each other cherished family.

the most annoying part for me is when people take quotes about frank working with travis and twist them into some kind of dig at/criticism of ray. i can only assume these people aren't used to working with others in a creative capacity, especially long term, because i just totally can't understand where it comes from lol. as someone who's read/watched every guitar-related mcr interview i've ever been able to get my hands on: ray and frank have literally never been anything other than fully complimentary of, respectful to, and affectionate with one another. ray was far from the first guitarist frank ever worked with and leagues from the only one. also, creative partnerships are extremely complex and every one is completely unique, with it's own strengths and difficulties. if ray and frank didn't love playing with each other they wouldn't have done it for years and years. that doesn't mean frank can't vocally love playing with other guitarists??? these things are not contradictory and appreciating aspects of one creative partnership is not equivalent to bad-mouthing a different one? like that is just not how it works skdkdjd

anyway i think a lot of it comes down to the fact that, for us, we see these people as parts of my chemical romance. naturally, because that's the reason we know they exist! but all of these people live rich and full and complex lives like any other person. the only parts of those lives that we generally see much of are the my chemical romance parts. we look for mcr in everything they say, which is understandable but unrealistic. all we need to do it keep that in mind imo

**(tho ppl's tendency to pit ray and frank against each other for some reason, which used to be a way common but is unfortunately a sentiment i'm starting to see crop up again in some places, definitely can get. suspicious and uncomfortable. especially considering that frank is the fan favourite so these pointless comparisons tend to err in his favour, and in either direction they tend to be very shallow and uninformed anyway. but that's a separate conversation)

wow i literally did not intend to turn this into a giant essay im so sorry. kudos if you made it this far lol. and i feel you anon, it's discouraging and puts a bad taste in my mouth when i come to this fandom for fun and fulfillment. i wish i had better advice because im feeling a little similar but just try to remind yourself that other people's opinions are just that. i find it helps if you can curate your own dash/feed or make friends in more discussion-friendly spaces like dms or gcs or discord servers. or even a priv twitter account with a few like-minded mutuals where you can vent ur shared frustrations over things without making it a whole big deal HAHAHA. the less time you spend scrolling thru ppl's public posts and the more time you spend diving into interviews, podcasts, videos, the web archive etc to detach yourself a little from group fandom-think the better you'll probably feel about mcr tbh! also long as you have friends or close mutuals that's all that matters imo <3

#im so sorry it's so longwinded lol i started writing a tldr and it got kinda long too so fuck it 😭 #maybe I'll post that on its own some other time #answered #fandom talk #ls dunes #long post #*

[cannibalthoughts]

Hi. Um. I am very curious about the Alma/Pedro underground revolutionary romance you mentioned in the notes of one of your posts....

This one is long, because I can never give a brief answer, haha

For context, I reblogged this post with the tags: #...Okay: next time a fic requires the Encanto to have a bunch of books it will be because they have One Guy #who ran an illicit printing press publishing politically contentious materials #and sets up a new one in the Encanto #almost all the classics are awful knockoffs though and this results in Debate when the Encanto opens and someone gets in a conversation #about their beloved favorite scene that exists only in the Encanto's fanfictionalized canon

Which got me thinking about That One Guy and how they connect to Alma’s and Pedro’s life prior to the miracle.

Starting with what we see of Alma as a political figure:

The Encanto has free universal healthcare. I doubt anyone goes hungry, either. If the magic healing food is freely available to anyone who needs it, I can’t imagine the regular food being hoarded, and with The Family Madrigal demonstrating Pepa watering fields of crops, I don’t think the Encanto struggles with famine, after the rocky first years.

The same song shows 75 year old Alma helping with the construction of a new house. Is everyone else a dedicated construction worker working on a contact, and she just drops in on job sites sometimes? Or (the interpretation I go with) is this a collective community effort along the lines of a barn raising? The chain of people standing still and passing materials to each other doesn’t behave like I would expect from a construction crew, which would usually have too few people to make that effective. But a large group of friends and neighbors? The Encanto has a very strong sense of connection. If you watch the background during the scenes in town, there’s people constantly meeting up and chatting. I think the standard practice in the Encanto is community-built housing.

(This also foreshadows and establishes the rebuilding in All of You. The Madrigals have long provided support to the town without receiving it in turn. But when they’re in need, the welfare structures they’ve created and contributed to are there to help them, too. It’s a bookend, and the symbol of the Madrigals truly becoming part of the community, instead of living on pedestals.)

Which would mean that Alma founded and leads a town with universal healthcare, food, and housing. The latter two aren’t explicitly canon, but I do think they make more sense than alternate explanations.

Going more into inferences: the refugees arrived in the Encanto with almost nothing in the way of material possessions. The only person with any sort of landed property was Alma herself. Upon founding, the Madrigals were essentially the only family with any form of inherited wealth. Do you think that a community of desperate refugees living in the near-wilderness and dependent on each other’s collective skills and knowledge to eke out their survival would re-form a stratified socio-economic class structure? Especially with the knowledge of the strong social welfare structures they form in the future?

TL;DR Alma believes strongly in mutual aid and community support and uses her position of power to found a communist paradise.

(Where the world’s most hyperfixated accordian enthusiast is able to ply their trade)

With that in mind, the fic idea, inherently a tragedy Because Canon:

Alma has ideas about things like land ownership and the sorts of support a society should guarantee its members. Fanon characterizes Pedro as a writer. I think this came from a canon-adjacent source? I’ve also seen the idea floated in the fandom that he specifically wrote political essays.

So: Pedro is also politically invested, and writes some contentious material. Alma is a networker, the one who introduces Pedro to the someone running an amateur printing press out of their home and builds connections with allies (building the role of community organizer and leader she will eventually take on). She thinks of herself as supporting the people who do the real work.

Their romance is also the story of rallying a community in order to create a better system. In the end, Alma manages it, in a way neither of them ever imagined. She always thinks of it as Pedro’s gift to them and largely discounts her own efforts.

(Which is the real lure of this idea to me. Thematically, I think it works really well for the Alma we see in canon, and for the struggles I imagine she went through in the aftermath of Pedro's death, left suddenly as the leader of a valley of similarly traumatized people relying on her for survival.)

Unfortunately, this would require A Lot of research about the political climate of late 19th century Colombia, including things like majority/minority political stances, what the most common forms of activism were, and the ways that political dissent was treated. I can say that Alma probably disagreed with the privatization of formerly communal farmland, based on the operation of the Encanto. But I’d need to put considerable time into figuring out:

what the cohesive political groups at the time supported and disagreed on, and where Alma and Pedro could fit amid/around those groups

what sort of activist actions she and Pedro might have taken that could have led to local policy changes (since local policy is where a lot of change happens, please vote in your local elections, folks)

who would have been likely to react to their attempts to organize (who stands to lose, who stands to gain, who is just going about their day)

how those people and organizations might have reacted to activism and how that would shape Alma’s and Pedro’s decision making, and how this would shape the views I would write them as having, in order to make the narrative more compelling

And tons of other things. Just looking at those, I’d need... several books and a ton of articles as source material so I could do the real world setting justice, as well as better Spanish reading skills since I imagine many relevant primary sources and a good deal of secondary sources would not be available in translation. And I might even discover that the base premise is unfeasible! Nature of research.

The setting deserves that level of care and delicacy, but I am just not doing all that. I have a research limit of like... two books. Probably. So it remains as nebulous backstory for me.

Anyway, the reason this idea lives in my head at all: the person who owns a wooden handpress. It would have been too heavy for someone to reasonably evacuate with over the mountains, but Casita totally has a hand press in one of her rooms.

No set ideas, but I think it would be fun if it had a similar functional design to the Columbian press, with very different aesthetics. Picked this style of printing press because it can be hand operated by a single person, was still being produced when the Encanto formed, has incredible longevity (some are still used today), and it seems reasonable that the printer may have encountered a similar press in a city and wished for one, making its presence in Casita a very targeted miracle. Something taken as evidence that it was a gift from Pedro. They didn’t spread much outside of major population centers because they were (mostly) metal and weighed a metric fuckton.

This would also mean that there is an immovably heavy printing press inside of Casita and Alma’s old friend the printer just goes to work in their house for several decades before anyone realizes that, hang on, Luisa’s out there tossing bridges around like pizzas, she can move this.

I might end up writing that fic idea about post-canon classic lit debates, though

#Thank you for this ask! #I love rambling about the blorbos #as you can probably tell haha #alma madrigal