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radioisntdead · 1 month

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can we get op reader just beating the absolute SHIT out of valentino while vox and velvette watch on in horror? :3 perhaps others too, like perchance we somehow stutmbled upon valentino's set while angel was there and are just *appalled* and therefore decide his second living privileges need to be taken away <3

- snake

Good evening my dear!

When I tell you I audibly screamed when I read this request I mean it my dear! I despise Valentino and I adore this request! I did change some things because it didn't make much sense for the reader to just pop into the studio randomly and start going ham, so I went with some light backstory and causally gave the reader the found family treatment, anyways enjoy!

The Forgotten one

Reader fic,

Warnings!!

Mild torture {I say mild but limbs are getting ripped off, I don't go into detail and there isn't much of it but be warned!!} I'm imagining reader as an eldritch horror, This is literally just the reader murdering the grape guy horrendously, Reader ended up in eternal damnation for a reason! Also I'm imagining the reader to be British??? I don't know why, that was accidental but if you get British vibes that's why.

You died centuries ago, your generation laid long forgotten, you could barely remember your life before the black death had claimed it, you could just barely recall the high fever, hurling over in your cot and spitting out the blood that had gathered in your mouth.

You probably weren't the best person since you ended up here, maybe you were a tyrannical peasant? A murderer? A person of the night? A thief?

Maybe you had a family, maybe you were wedded, maybe you had kids, maybe you didn't.

Who knows, you certainly didn't.

You wondered if you will ever be able to recall those forgotten memories about your life.

All you knew is that you climbed the ranks quickly once you ended up in the underworld, gaining many souls, and power one could only dream of, becoming a feared overlord.

You've gone through many names, The dark one, the Wicked, The witch, the Warlock, A child of darkness, the devil's child, {That one didn't age well},

Most recently though you were deemed as the forgotten one, always lurking, watching, never coming out into the spotlight unless necessary, sending one of the souls you kept in your place while you hid in your castle.

However decades of solitude gets rather boring,

So you decided to go out, see what was new, after all when was the last time you were out and about? The 70's? Oh you adored the results of that decade.

Well venturing out turned out to be such treat! Turns out that fellow who adored ducks's charming daughter opened a hotel to redeem sinners! Oh how darling it was!

You popped in to visit it, finding the residents quite lovely, you simply adored how Charlie thought that you of all sinners could be redeemed! It was quite a foolish thought

But you liked that hotel along with it's lovely little residents,and if playing along with the Princess's delusions of you getting redeemed after so, so many harsh years, would let you stay in that hotel and cure your boredom then it wouldn't hurt to entertain that foolish thought now would it?

And so you stayed as one of the residents on the path of so-called redemption!

you got along well enough with the others, although Vaggie and Alastor were suspicious of you at first, although you and Alastor got along well after bonding over how the noisy picture box was overrated, it had wow'd you at first but that quickly faded as it progressed,

It took Vaggie awhile to trust you, but after you had taught her some of the skills you had picked up in your lifetime you became like a parental figure to the woman, which played out well as Charlie was already quite fond of you,

You had practically proclaimed them both as your daughter and daughter in law, you adored them both, baking them treats, gifting Vaggie a pair of some type weapon, giving Charlie something related to unicorns, or a joint gift for them,

You quite liked their reactions upon receiving something they liked,

You liked seeing them happy a little too much, so much that you started giving the others things you thought they might like, expensive alcohol for Husk, shiny sharp knifes to hunt bugs down with for dear niffty, vintage radios for Alastor, tools and things for inventing for Sir Pentious, and matching clothes for Fat nuggets and Angel for Angel dust,

You liked seeing their expressions when they liked something, it gave a warm, bubbly feeling in your stomach,

You liked spending time with everyone too.

Chatting at the bar with husk, Angel dust explaining things to you that you don't know, watching your fellow residents sleep with Sir Pentious, sparring with Vaggie, scrapbooking with Charlie, watching one of Niffty's roach puppet shows, taking a trip to cannibal town with Alastor to visit Rosie,

You slowly began seeing the hotel residents like family, you didn't have a family, or at least you didn't anymore so you don't know exactly how they worked but you thought that this was good enough,

They were your beloved family now, formed from delusional hope,

and you were their family reborn from a forgotten era, burned to ashes and thrown to the dark pits filled with brimstone, sin and death.

You'd do anything for them, you'd die for them, you'd live for them, and you'd kill for them, they most definitely were your family now.

And you typically protect family, right?

Right?

You heard about what happened in Valentino's studio with Angel dust, the bruises.

You were displeased,

More then displeased you were upset, you were angry, how long has it been since you were this angry how dare someone lay a hand on your dear family member?

You waited until the majority of the hotel were asleep, most notably Angel,

You made up an excuse to go out, saying you had to check up on your castle after all you had unfortunate sinners working there and they're headless chickens without you!

Charlie told you to stay safe before she went up to bed with Vaggie.

You would be safe!

fortunately though, a certain Vee, would not be safe.

You did stop by your castle, to grab a spear with Angelic steel, you mentally thanked yourself for grabbing it a several extermination days ago,

You twirled it in your hand before a large sinister grin over took your face.

It had been awhile since you were out for blood.

Getting into the Vee's tower was disappointingly easy! Scaling up the wall and breaking a window? Child's play!

What wasn't easy was finding Valentino, the bald pimp moth guy, you had to look through several rooms, why did they have so many rooms? Did they even need these???

Nevermind all that, after searching for an inconvenient amount of time,

you finally found the one that had dared to harm your dear family member, you tilted your head as Valentino squinted to see who you were, unraveling his wings once he didn't recognize you.

He didn't look like much, he was tall, red eyes, and he looked like a grape with wings, the grimaced, oh poor Angel Dust, he had to look at this everytime he went to work!

Thankfully after this he didn't need too, you twitched, transforming into a more demonic form.

"Who the fu-"

He didn't get to finish the sentence as you swiftly kicked him in the kneecap causing him to fall, cursing you and wincing at the sudden pain in his knee, taking that moment you kicked him again, this time on his side, pushing him properly on the ground, placing your shoe on his ribcage you began to slowly crush his rib, grinning at the beginnings of a cracking noise

Unfortunately the little grape screamed out for the TV fucker to appear,

You could hear the sound of cables getting ripped out and the sound of footsteps.

"Val, what is it this time? Is it about angel dust again, I- ShIT VaL, wHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?''

And the TV man makes an entrance shouting, how annoying, well you could always deal with him later, raising your hand pitch black inky tentrals came out from beside you, wrapping the TV headed man and attaching him onto the couch.

Returning your focus to the soon to be deceased, again, grape

You bent down to wrap a claw onto his wing,

It was soft, maybe you could make something for Niffty with it, a blanket perhaps? Or maybe a coat?

You pulled out the wing as Valentino screamed out in pain, blood splattering onto you, the floor and the walls,

a door swung open behind you before quickly being closed, just barely leaving a gap for a phone camera to sneak though, the owner of the phone looked on in horror.

You kicked Valentino over causing him to hiss and groan as he now laid on his stomach, how unfortunate for him, who knew that if you horrendously abused your employees an centuries old overlord would be out for your blood!

You grinned at how helpless he was now, how pitiful!

You grabbed one of his arms and pulled, nerves and muscles separated and blood leaked out.

Vox looked on in complete and utter horror, he couldn't do anything,

Would he be next?

The Vee's floor was destroyed, Valentino was shredded and separated, stabbed in the head with the angelic steel you had brought along as to ensure he would NOT be coming back.

Both of his wings were folded and set neatly on the counter away from the carnage, after all if you were to make Dear Niffty something with them they had to be clean, mostly, you'd have to clean them again, who knows what diseases that man was carrying, Yuck!

You took some of the carnage and place them into containers before putting them in a bag to carry with you, you tucked the detached wings under your arm, dusting yourself off you checked the digital clock on the wall,

You should get back quickly, they'll be up soon.

Moving around the broken glass and furniture that had gotten caught up in the downfall of Valentino you made your way out the door,

You let Vox free from your tendrils, hearing him move to possibly inspect the remains of his business partner and whatever else.

You wonder if the third one was still recording?

Oh well, that's none of your concern,

You knocked things over, shattered, torn and destroyed anything you could get your hands on as you went down the Vee's tower, destroying what you could.

At the bottom floor a box of fireworks caught your eye, you supposed it was for one of the Vee's something, maybe Velvette's fashion thing or one of the skinned grape's filthy films,

Well either way, you were going to borrow the fireworks, set them up on the ground floor and light em' up,

The fireworks boomed onto the floor, sparkling and bursting into flames, burning and sizzling anything it could get it's clutches on.

You left swiftly after, getting bored, and you were practically done anyways.

You should head home now, and stop by your castle to dispose of that spear.

You hummed as you moved around the kitchen swinging a spatula around on your finger before checking on the meat that was beginning to brown in the pan,

"Good Morning [Name!]"

Charlie popped into the kitchen, turning your head to her, you smiled at her,

"Morning Dear Charlie, I'm preparing breakfast for everyone, French toast for the majority and I picked up some fresh demon meat to make something else for Dear Alastor since he doesn't like sweet things,"

"Really? That's so sweet of you!''

"Mhm, It's nothing, But be a dear and call everyone to the dining room so they can feast?"

You ask tilting your head as Charlie nodded with a 'Yes!' before hopping off to gather everyone for breakfast.

You turn back to the stove, poking your spatula into the simmering remains of Valentino, hopefully the peppers and seasons make him taste decent, you would hate for everyone else to enjoy their food and Alastor be the only one to not enjoy the meal.

Hopefully they didn't suspect you when the news covers Valentino's demise and the destroyed tower.

You are not a good person by any means, you were condemned for a reason, this all started to sooth your boredom, you can NEVER be redeemed....

Or could you?

Maybe this little makeshift family that you desperately want to protect could change you, make you a better person.

It was a foolish thought, but as long as you can make them a mildly concerning breakfast, spend time with them, give them trinkets you think they would like, you were willing to entertain that foolish thought, more then willingly.

Thank you for tuning in folks! I'm working on those Susan requests and the other WIPS I have in my pocket so look forward to those!

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin hotel valentino #valentino x reader #I don't know exactly how to tag this

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 7 months

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Rollo ttsum headcanons? 👀

THIS REMINDS ME 😭 I saw a really cute doujin of Rollo + his aide and VP running into a Rollo Tsum and then deciding to take care of it for the day…

Curiouser and Curiouser…

… It’s uncanny how closely the Tsum looks like Rollo. It even has a teeny-tiny ring (can that even be removed?????), a teeny-tint hat, and teeny-tiny dark circles under its eyes. Whoa, it even has a teeny-tiny handkerchief to hold to its nose when it feels totally disgusted! o.O

If you ask Rollo what his thoughts are on the Tsum, he’ll pull out the handkerchief and make a dismissive comment about how it’s such a meddlesome creature. (Rollo refuses to acknowledge that it is cute and that he’d fight anyone that hurt it, no matter how much he is pestered to confess.)

NBC Aide-kun and Vice President-kun instantly become massive fans of Tsum!Rollo--

Its early to rise!! Before your alarm clock can wake you up, Tsum!Rollo is already crawling on your face and bouncing on your stomach, indicating that you should wake up right now. (… The sun hasn’t even risen yet.)

Despite looking sleep-deprived, Tsum!Rollo has a lot of energy—most of it being dedicated to being mad of its far larger peers. Sometimes its anger is so great that it vibrates intensely and radiates warmth like a little portable heater.

It likes to crawl into the folds of Rollo’s hat and stand vigilant as a self-appointed lookout. He scolds it and tells it not to, but it doesn’t listen—it only listens to its own set of self-righteous morals.

Tsum!Rollo likes sitting around in quiet, peaceful places not doing anything in particular but soaking up the ambience. Be careful where you step in the Mirror Chamber or the library, you just might accidentally squish the poor little thing!!

For some reason, animals love bullying Tsum!Rollo. The pigeons chase it around, peck at it, and steal its hat for sport. Lucius hisses when Tsum!Rollo is close. Even the usually behaved Hearslabyul hedgehogs and flamingos push the lil' bean around. Something about Tsum!Rollo is just so... bulliable...

It likes flowers; Tsum!Rollo can be see waddling amongst them on sunny days. It has a fondness for red ones, sometimes picking them in its stubby little hands to pass off to Rollo. “I see that you can appreciate the finer things in life.” He accepts it with a small smile, but inside, he’s wearing a far more wicked grin.

Tsum!Rollo glares at other Tsums and people in general; it can’t talk, so it seems to stare judgmentally at others instead. If its SUPER upset, then it’ll approach with its tiny staff and smack you with it to demonstrate its anger.

The little guy’s so enthused about bells! Hand it a sleigh bell and Tsum!Rollo will happily (and aggressively) chime it all day. The incessant sound will be forever burned into your head.

It enjoys cleaning. Because Tsum!Rollo is so small, it can’t scrub down an entire room, but it sure as heck will try to!! It’ll ride its own little scrub brush around, giving the floors and dust a deep cleaning. If it's not careful, it’ll slip off and crash into the soapy bubbles, emerging as a fluffy white yeti. You can also find Tsum!Rollo polishing any metal it comes across and washing down stone statues (the gargoyles appreciate it).

Tsum!Rollo loves grapes! (Unfortunately, its size only allows for it to get full on a single one.) It hangs around like a dog begging for scraps as Rollo eats his lunch. When it comes down to the final grape, Rollo sighs and hands it over to the Tsum. It happily absorbs the orb right out of his fingers, leaving Rollo stunned and wondering how Tsums eat without a mouth. “It must be the devil’s design…”

It tries so hard to take notes using a quill. The feather, however, being as droopy as it is, keeps smacking Tsum!Rollo’s hat or face as it bobs up and down with each written letter. Tsum!Rollo preserves though—it wants to finish this doodle of a city on fire! (“… It has surprisingly violent thoughts,” Rollo notes. He quietly approves.)

Tsum!Rollo actively refuses to enter Diasomnia. If you try to take it to the mirror, it’ll squirm out of your grasp and dash away, hiding until it has emotionally cooled off.

If it spots Malleus in public, Tsum!Rollo puffs up like an aggressive cat and rushes to tackle him into submission. (The same goes for other boys that anger Tsum!Rollo enough, but most of his rage is dedicated to Malleus.)

When Tsum!Rollo uses his UM, it becomes a literal little fireball…!

Rollo uses his Tsum!self as a stress ball (which the Tsum doesn’t seem to mind for some reason). Sometimes it inflates to a much larger size and he buries his head into it to scream in frustration.

After a long day of shenanigans, Tsum!Rollo has tuckered itself out. It lulls off into a gentle sleep, swathed in the moon and the stars of Rollo’s full-sized handkerchief. “… Silly thing,” he murmurs, holding it close to his chest. “That you are able to live this burden-free existence is truly a blessing.”

#twisted wonderland #twst #Rollo Flamme #twst headcanons #twisted wonderland headcanons #disney twisted wonderland #curiouser and curiouser #Rollo at the Writing Desk

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gilverrwrites · 3 months

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Supernatural Taste and Smell Headcanons

I included a lot of characters (I think 24?), but if your fave didn't make the cut, just send me an ask!

Dean

Smell: Leather, cinnamon, and the kind of musk that only comes from an axe body spray, cause you know what man only buys whatever is quick and easy at the gas station. He’d also smell like gasoline.

Taste: Malty like beer, but sweet in the way bbq sauce is sweet.

Sam

Smell: I just feel like (when he’d not hunting) he smells clean, ya know? Citrusy and woody, kind of like D&G light blue, with undertones of like a ‘fresh’ scented fabric softener.

Taste: Kind of fruity but tart, like a berry smoothie. Also just a little bit of like garlic, or mustard.

John

Smell: That man is a smoker, and you can’t tell me otherwise – at least later in life, way after the marines, and losing Mary. He always has a stale smoke smell on his clothes and lips. I recon he uses old spice or similar as an aftershave, so also like cloves/sage.

Taste: Again smoky, ashy, but also oaky and malty like bourbon.

Mary

Smell: Citrusy like Sam but darker, smokier (joke not intended) with hints of like jasmine, bergamot, and a little bit of vanilla. 100% the kind of smell that wraps you up if you come in for a hug.

Taste: Chocolate, specifically the kinds with nuts and caramel, woman has a sweet tooth.

Castiel

Smell: I feel like all angels smell at least a little like parma violets, or some kind of sweet and subtle floral smell, be especially Cas. On top of that, he’d have like other earthy scentes, like honey, patchouli, maybe a bit of amber.

Taste: Coffee, always coffee. When human/when he eats; grape jelly, and honey.

Jack

Smell: Like Cas he has the sort of clean, floral scent to him. I also think he would smell of peppermint and like a yankee candle version of warm vanilla. He just has a cosy, familiar smell to him.

Taste: Again I think minty, additionally like white chocolate and rose/flora flavours.

Bobby

Smell: Like old books, burnt candle wicks, motor oils, and nose hair singing whisky.

Taste: More than anyone else on this list (including Crowley) Bobby tastes like whisky. Not the good stiff though, that’s only for special occasions. He taste like Jim Beam and Jack Daniels.

Crowley

Smell: Like a bonfire!!! Smokey, warm, woody, with a hint of burnt sugar.

Taste: 100% Whisky, and dark chocolate.

Charlie

Smell: Charlie smells like she just stepped out of a fantasy book, like wildflowers, and peppercorn. Like strawberry and blackcurrant wine.

Taste: Like a vegan alternative to Nutella, creamy, chocolatey, nutty.

Meg

Smell: Surprisingly soft and clean. Milky, with almond and peach. Just a hint of leather and cedarwood underneath.

Taste: Salty and sweet, anise: like a strawberry liquorice.

Ruby

Smell: Like cedarwood, ginger, and pink pepper. Pleasant but sharp, and strong. Like it pulls you in from across the room.

Taste: Bold and sweet like cabernet sauvignon, starkly contrasted by pepperoni and cheesy pasta.

Lucifer

Smell: Similar to Jack, in that he smells clean and minty. However, his is sharper, harsher. There is lime, and moss, and mahogany.

Taste: Like pure Moroccan mint, with that like sweet sourness you get on things like a tangfastics or a sourpatch kid. Like if you’re not expecting it, or you taste it for to long it will make you squirm.

Gabriel

Smell: Like walking into the kitchen of a bakery just before opening and they’re prepping everything. Mocha, malted sugar, rich caramel, creamy vanilla.

Taste: All of the above again! Just so sweet and creamy. Like a spoonful of sugar.

Raphael

Smell: Very similar to Cas, floral, but less earthy, and more sterile. Like aloe vera and antiseptic.

Taste: Again, very clean. He has a flavour the way cucumber has flavour? Refreshing, clean, but not notable.

Michael/Adam 😍

Smell: Kind of like the ocean, meets the forrest. Musk, white lilies, salt, collided with pine, sandalwood, and cedar. Cold, but familiar, ya know?

Taste: Hear me out: Fruit loops, and Dr Pepper. Like Michael has little say over what they eat, that’s all on Adam. And after the initial, ‘I haven’t eaten in 1200 years, I’m gonna eat everything I craved’ has worn off. He’s just like, a normal guy (who does not need to eat because he shares his body with an immortal angel). So, I can see him mostly reaching for snacks that make him feel good, that remind him of his mum, or his childhood, something comforting; like sugary cereals and fizzy drinks. I love them, I will take no criticism.

Rowena

Smell: Like an apothecary. Rich and indulgent. Very aromatic with lots of deep woody tones, sweet cherry, dark rose and other florally scents.

Taste: Like a bottle of mataro, or Nebbiolo wine. Spice, cherry, plum, smoke. She both smells and tastes intoxicatingly expensive.

Chuck

Smell: Kind of musky, cottony, leafy. I don’t really imagine him smelling too strongly of anything.

Taste: Summary and tart, like a sea breeze cocktail. (Grapefruit, cranberry, lime – an acquired taste)

Amara

Smell: Similar to Chuck, I sort of envision an absence of smell. Maybe just hints of amber, sandalwood, and a musky citrusy scent.

Taste: Like a white dessert whine, like Riesling. Dry but sweet. Honey, and pears.

Billie

Smell: Bergamot, rose, silk, and cocoa. Inviting and pleasant, but with an undertone of darkness.

Taste: Very similar to scent, sweet and warm but with an aftertaste of something bitter; blackcurrant and dark chocolate

Benny

Smell: Robust (Copper, ginger, tobacco,) but enticing (amber, cardamom, cinnamon).

Taste: I mean, I have tried really had to not add blood to any of the previous entries, but Benny undeniably tastes like blood.

Kevin

Smell: Not good. Pre-prophethood, not so much; I imagine like mint, green tea, jasmine, the kind of smell you would expects from a reasonably priced aftershave. During prophethood, the aftershave is long forgotten; its more fried chicken, old paper, and forgetting to shower for 9 days.

Taste: Like redbull, chexmix, and mouthwash.

Eileen

Smell: Like peaches, and roses, rich chocolate, and strong coffee.

Taste: Chocolate and coffee again, but hints of sparkly summer fruits.

Ketch

Smell: Like high end British aftershaves only the royal family know off, something with notes of fig, and oud, and other pretentious smells. The small of cigar smoke, and leather follow him around too.

Taste: Like earl grey tea, and dry gin.

Balthazar

Smell: Kind of like ketch, some high end and expensive (if he actually had to pay for it). But woodsier, and fresh. He would also have that hidden undertone of violet.

Taste: Creamy and hazelnutty, but there’s a constant aftertastes alcohol, and something metallic to him, no matter what comes first.

#supernatural #spn #supernatural headcanon #supernatural headcanons #spn headcanon #dean winchester #sam winchester #supernatural angels #supernatural archangels #supernatural demons #gilverrwrites

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starfall-spirit · 21 days

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Burning in the Starlight

Summary: In the wake of Amarantha's downfall, Feyre finds herself struggling to acquaint herself with the ways of Autumn nobility. Once a third-born daughter, now Cursebreaker, attention and gossip around the court were to be expected. What she didn't expect was the young and rising High Lord's proposal-nor her father's arrangement without her consent.

Trapped between a marriage bed and a mating bond, Feyre finds herself tangled in a new game, thanks to Rhysand's affinity for bargains. A game that would create the sort of scandal a proper Autumn lady shouldn't find herself caught in.

Feyre can't quite bring herself to care.

BitS Masterlist Ao3

@polyacotarweek Day 3: Secrets

Chapter IV: Wife, Mate, Spy

Dinner was an even more casual affair than breakfast, if that was possible. Feyre had lost track of time in the library and Rhys had found her on a window seat, curled up in a blanket with her nose in a book. She was so distracted in fact, it had only been the soft prodding of her mental shield that alerted her he was near.

“Is it getting easier to maintain?”

“Yes,” she murmured, accepting a plate of cheese, meat, and fruit from him as well as a glass of wine. “I’m not so sure that will hold true if I have to be paranoid about you poking at it.”

He frowned, sitting down beside her. “As I said, visitors and powerful officials to Autumn will be a bigger threat to you. Soon enough it will be an unconscious habit and won’t take any energy to keep it solid and in place.” He shook his head, that frown morphing to amusement. “Did you gather every pillow in the house?”

She shot him a glare, burrowing a bit deeper into her nest and balancing her plate on her knees. “What business is it of yours? It’s not like I was poking around your room.”

“And just where were you poking around, Feyre darling?”

He leaned in just half an inch, his body hardly doing more than tilting towards her. And yet that was all it took for his scent to wash over her. For the second time that day she was paralyzed, but rather than having her control stolen, it was raw instinct bringing her to pause and recognize the thread between them. It was a thriving thing, emotions and fears and dreams tangled in and along it, pulsing between them.

He cocked his head, watching her straighten and sit back, letting her slowly widen the space between them.

“What is beneath this house?” Rhys raised a brow, rolling a grape between his finger and thumb. “Well, there must be something beyond this place. This part of your territory can’t just be this house and the mountains beyond it. So?”

“We are rather isolated if we’re discussing the cardinal directions. Beneath the house, however, lies my… occupation, one might say. The Hewn City is unpleasant to say the least. It mostly governs itself unless someone needs a firm reminder about who is High Lord.”

“Hewn City?”

The corner of his mouth twitched upwards. “Amarantha was not as clever as she pretended to be. What you found Under the Mountain was a sanitized version of the Court of Nightmares. And yes, it’s every bit as horrid as its name.”

Feyre hummed, reaching for her wine. “What is it about you wicked and dark types, holding court underground?”

She thought she had masked her distaste well enough, especially with her teasing at what she was truly coming to recognize as a facade. He merely held her stare, his face almost pensive. “Not only are the people there horrid, but it is a reminder. Those years there—” Beneath the stone where he saw no stars. Those years in Amarantha’s bed. “—won’t be forgotten. The first time I returned to court, appearing as High Lord, it was far from easy.”

“Would I have to go there? If…” If she chose him. This place. How long would it grant her this tranquility before the facade faded to the same fascism and maneuverings she was forced to endure in Autumn?

There were many subjects going unspoken tonight. “I would not force you to attend those audiences. My mother rarely did, but then she was not my father’s equal.”

“They weren’t mates?”

“Mates, yes. Equals is another matter. This morning Morrigan mentioned the traditional title a wife or mate inherits. Lady of Night, Autumn, Winter, and so on. There has never been a High Lady, as I’m sure you know through your political studies in Winter.”

“I didn’t have much need for politics or history,” she admitted with a blush. “But I’ve gathered a thing or two since returning to Autumn. Is this your next attempt at a bribe?”

He chuckled. “I’m not foolish enough to believe you would be swayed by something as shallow as power, Feyre. In fact, I’d be disappointed if that was all it took for me to win your heart. This is my pathetic attempt at transparency. Considering where I spent the last fifty years, you could say I’m out of practice in that courtesy.”

Feyre offered him a smile, letting herself scoot an inch closer. “I think you’re doing well enough, all things considered.”

His lips twitched to mirror her own. “I want everything on the table to avoid any unnecessary surprises down the road.” His expression suddenly sobered, making Feyre wary. “Speaking of power, have you discovered any consequences of your resurrection?”

She shook her head. “the usual parlor tricks I had already mastered before going Under the Mountain. You and Eris really believe something was passed to me?”

”It’s been centuries, maybe longer, since the High Lords have seen someone worthy of reviving, and I’ve yet to find any sort of record of the results. Even then, I’d imagine the results are case-by-case. We just need to find your trigger before it does you harm.”

Because fae who tried to suppress power, be they in hiding or something else, had gone mad and burned up from the inside out, trying to lock their power away. “Write to me or—” He huffed, grinding his teeth. “—or inform Eris. He can at least train you in control of Autumn gifts you may possess. Stop smirking like that.”

“You males. Always so jealous when it comes to your mates.” Ignoring his soft snarl, the shiver it sent down her spine, Feyre refocused on the subject between them. “Training the other gifts? Autumn’s ties are tumultuous on a good day, and you have few friends outside of the Night court.”

“The principles will be similar enough through each branch of magic. Once you learn to control a high magnitude of power, the rest will come easily enough. And something tells me you’re a quick study, regardless. Don’t start worrying about that until you actually have to. Especially with the other problems we’re juggling.”

“Hybern, right? Or something else?” She grimaced “You’ll have to fill me in. Vivian could only get crumbs of information behind Kallias’ wards.”

He gave another heavy sigh. “War is coming, Feyre. And fast.”

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Rhys’s failure to give a fuck must have worn off on Feyre in the week she was away, because despite her desire to be at least well-mannered enough to show her face in high society, the sheer horror on her mother’s face was worth the risk of wearing Night Court loungewear home.

Though her father scowled at the exposure of her midriff and the sheer sleeves she wore, he had other concerns. “You carry his scent.”

There laid the roots of her concern. The scent of a mating bond left in limbo. She’d spent all week fearing it would snap into place without her consent just because of their physical attraction to one another. “A result of the bargain,” she lied smoothly. “And likely the fact he kept me close during my stay. Monitored, I mean. The last thing he was going to do was let Eris’ bride go snooping.”

There was a semi-truth to that. While there had been little to no classified information to find in the Moonstone Palace, when he spoke to his general and cousin in her presence, there was a vagueness to his words. And a slight pain in his eyes.

“I’m sorry, Feyre,” he told her once. “But even with the bond, I can’t tell you everything yet. One day I hope I can.”

“The day I accept you and your court as my own?” She had no right to feel so bitter, but it still stung for some reason.

“The very moment you do. That’s a promise, and I never break my promises.”

Shaking off the memory, she gave her parents and sisters a tight smile. Elain seemed particularly worried, Nesta simply suspicious. “It was all… taxing. But I’m unharmed.”

”I imagine so,” her father replied, voice still laced with suspicion. “Go change into something proper. It’s nearly dinner and the High Lord expects you to join him.”

Insufferable bastard. All he wanted at the moment was to interrogate her, she was certain. And perhaps try to discourage her romantic pursuit of his enemy. Still, she was sitting across from Eris at a quarter to seven serving herself a portion of roast meat and various side dishes. “What exactly is the point of this dinner, Eris?”

“Do I not possess the right to wine and dine my fiancée?”

“That’s not what I mean and you know it.”

He grinned. Dangerous, was the descriptor that came to mind. It seemed she had a type. Where that thought had come from she wasn’t sure. But she couldn’t deny he was attractive, at least. “You walk freely through my enemy’s household and you expect me to just ignore it?”

Feyre sighed. “You’re being quite predictable, actually. Mates or not, he doesn’t trust me yet. And even if he did, it’s none of your business what he and his court are up to.”

He cocked his head, one short nail clacking against his glass. “And if your mate asked you to spy on me?”

Feyre sighed. “He didn’t ask me to spy on you like that.”

His hand stilled. “Like that?” Just what does ’like that’ mean?”

She raised her own goblet to her lips. “What is your stance on the war against Hybern?”

He chuckled. “Tell me you have a bit more couth at court. That I’ll have the slightest hope at training you in political parley.”

She rolled her eyes. “I have no desire to beat around the bush this evening. That doesn’t make me incompetent. Now, Hybern.”

To his credit, Eris only hesitated a moment longer. “Hybern has had a very long time to plant the seeds of doubt in his people’s mind. Regardless of his own power, an army full of anger can be beyond dangerous. Worse than that, particularly unpredictable.”

“What is Autumn doing about it?”

That was where she saw the change in him. Where this was shutting down. “That’s none of your concern, Feyre. Unlike some, I know when to keep my cards close to my chest.”

“Sounds like a whole lot of nothing.”

Chuckling, Eris wiped his face, standing from his chair. She tensed, but remained seated as he approached, reaching for her chin. He was all too smug the next time their eyes met. “I might be convinced to share such information with my wife.” His thumb stroked down her jaw, the motion small, yet possessive. “Think on that, little wolf. I’ll call on you soon.”

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trustfratedjin · 8 months

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BANGTAN'S HYUNG LINE FIC RECS VOL. 1

Keep in mind that the 18+ warning does NOT only apply to smut, so please read the individual warnings on EVERY fic, thank yeowww :)

KNJ

Idol!AU

Doom boy by @soft4gguk One Shot 18+

friendship & erotica by @axigailxo One Shot 18+

Other

Landing by @joyfulhopelox One Shot 18+

Muscle Memory by @taegularities One Shot 18+

KSJ

Idol!AU

Takeout by @breadoffoxy One Shot

College!AU

A Helping Hand by @jjungkookislife One Shot 18+

Other

Internal Conflicts by @yoongiofmine Complete 18+

Grapes of Wrath by @joyfulhopelox One Shot 18+

Moaning on Stream by @here4kpopfics One Shot 18+

Sunday by @here2bbtstrash One Shot 18+

Golden Boy @kpopfanfictrash One Shot 18+

Got me all messed up by @ugh-yoongi One Shot 18+

a better grip by @jinkookspencil One Shot 18+

Ready for take off by @joyfulhopelox One Shot 18+

MYG

Idol!AU

Look down on me like that by @here2bbtstrash (Not exactly Idol but meh…) Ongoing 18+

Vegas! by @chimivx Ongoing? idk hehe 18+

illicit favors by @yoongiofmine (Not exactly Idol but meh...) One Shot 18+

prod. suga by @aquagustd One Shot 18+

Soulmate!AU

Tricks of the Trade by @stutterfly One Shot 18+

Mafia!AU

Latibule by @wildestdreamsblog Ongoing 18+

In the darkest little paradise by @sunnebeam One Shot 18+

Red Chopsticks by @hobicakess One Shot 18+

A/B/O!AU

Hunt by @sailoryooons One Shot 18+

Royal!AU / Historical!AU

Reflection of you ft Idol!AU by @agustdakasuga Complete

College!AU

Oh, Darling! by @yoongiofmine Ongoing 18+

Fantasy!AU

Wicked As They Come by @caelesjjk One Shot 18+

Other

Need you so bad by @yoonlattesworld One Shot 18+

Love Language by @kooksbunnnn One Shot 18+

Yoongi drabble by @here2bbtstrash One Shot 18+

(Not So) Virgin by @redjoonie One Shot 18+

Show ft Ot7 by @httpjeon One Shot 18+

Suga's How-To Guide by @sailoryooons Complete 18+

JHS

Idol!AU

Oh, Angel! by @yoongiofmine One Shot 18+

Royal!AU / Historical!AU

The Art of War by @wwilloww One Shot 18+

College!AU

Liar, liar by @eoieopda One Shot 18+

Other

Guide Me by @sxtaep One Shot 18+

Overnight Delay by @joyfulhopelox One Shot 18+

Madeleine by @kpopfanfictrash One Shot 18+

Hobicuffed by @chelsea-chee One Shot 18+

Welp, at least this one didn't take me like 8 hours to make.

I was thinking on making one post per member but honestly? this is way faster hehe

SO HERE'S THE HYUNG LINE POST YEIII, i guess this sums up 4/7 members, stay tuned for the Maknae Line, the special post for authors and the Ao3 fic recs.

Btw, if any of the links don't work or there is a mistake or anything, please let me know so I can fix it :)

BANGTAN OT7 FIC RECS VOL. 1

BANGTAN'S MAKNAE LINE FIC RECS VOL. 1

#trustfratedjin's fic recs #bts smut #bts x reader #bts fic rec #bts fanfic #bts x you #bts fic #yoongi x reader #namjoon smut #seokjin smut #hoseok smut #bts hyung line

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emotionaldepravity · 1 year

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How various FE Engage Characters would react to receiving Valentine chocolate....

Alfred

-Alfred would be so pumped! He would pull you into a hug as soon as you handed it to him.

“Wow these are so nice! I feel so loved! Though I feel a bit bad that I haven’t gotten you anything yet.”

-He eats all the chocolates immediately. He does mention that the chocolates that have a floral notes are especially tasty.

-To make up for his lack of a present, he tries to take you on a run so you have to get him to let his stomach settle before he makes himself sick.

-Later, he gifts you a large and beautiful bouquet of Firenese flowers as thanks.

“Thank you, [Y/N]. Though these beautiful buds will one day will

Diamant

-Diamant would look quite stoic as he gracefully takes the chocolates from you.

-He sneaks a bite of one of them and hums as he savors the taste of it. He mentions that the grape flavor reminds him of some of his favorite dishes.

“You are quite skilled in making chocolate. Perhaps I should hire you personally to make chocolate for me.”

-He blushes at his own words.

“Obviously you mean more to me than just making sweets tolerable. What I mean to say is thank you for the gift. It is very lovely that you considered my tastes so carefully.”

-He offers you a polished and cut gemstone set in a bracelet made specially for you. Though he wouldn’t say it, it took a lot of effort to get it crafted from the gem he mined personally for you.

Alcryst

-Alcryst would be so confused. He wonders if someone dared you to give him a gift.

“I’m so sorry that you would even have to waste this precious chocolate on me.”

-Once you explain that you made them specifically for him and put a lot of love into making them, his eyes get wide.

”I’m so sorry if I was insulting your feelings. How rude of me! I just never thought you would give such a lovely gift to me of all people. Even if I had really hoped you would find it in your heart to offer it to someone as lowly as me.”

-He quickly opens them to eat a few to show his appreciation. He picks out the flavors exactly and asks how you made them. He might not actually try to make the chocolate himself especially since he doesn’t often eat sweets, but he wants to show he really does appreciate the effort you put in for him.

Griss

-Griss would look oddly disappointed as you hand him the box of chocolates.

“What’s this? Chocolate? I’m not about that sweet stuff, babe. You know I like something more... substantial.”

-When you tell him that they are for him to give to you as rewards as you dish out his real present, a wicked grin stretches across his face. He seems extremely pleased at the thought.

- He pulls out a necklace with a small empty vial as the pendant.

“I thought we could at one more event to tonight. I even know exactly where you should carve me open to really fill that thing up.”

Mauvier

Mauvier at first would be concerned at the chocolates that you present to him.

“I can’t accept these, [Y/N]. I’m afraid that I do not enjoy them all that much. Please gift them to someone who will truly be able to accept them wholeheartedly.”

-When you explain to him that they are specifically filled with apple and nut milk pie filling, his serious expression melts.

“Forgive me for jumping to conclusions. These are especially thoughtful. Would you like to eat these with me? There is a particular hill I think that would make a fine place for a picnic.”

-He does have a gift for you that he crafted himself, but he’d rather give it to you once sitting among the flowers looking out over the beautiful scenery.

Pandreo

-Pandreo would take the chocolate and immediately start praying for thanks that you would give him a beautiful gift like this.

“Bless you, [Y/N]. May your kindness be returned to you ten-fold.”

-He of course invites you to his Valentines party in return. Normally he would go around to other people, but even in the crowd, his attention never leaves you.

“I can’t wait to party with you till the sun comes up, [Y/N].”

-During the party, he sings you a song that he wrote specifically for you.

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panda-writes-kpop · 1 year

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Sour Grapes ~ Yunjin

A/N: Hi guys, girls, and non-binary pearls! I hope you all are well! 🥰

TW: Angst, you piss off a goddess

♡ Masterlist ♡ 》》》 Prompt List

A Grape Slushie comes from the same grapes that were used to please the ancient deities many, many years ago. If they were to appear now, would they grant us sweet blessings, or would their sour bitterness cause the world we know to plunge into darkness?

"I-" You pause as you face the woman whom you've been dreading to meet again. "I can explain, I promise-"

Yunjin coldly laughs, and a shiver runs down your spine. You know that she could easily snap you in half with a snap of her fingers, but the unreadable emotion on her face scares you above all.

"You marched upon these lands as if you owned them, and you expect to not pay the price?" She laughs again, and you make yourself smaller as you try to look for an escape. "You mortals amuse me with your endless stupidity."

"It was an accident, I didn't mean to come here-"

"So these crops and that house in the distance… that is not yours?" She raises an eyebrow, and you gulp nervously before shaking your head. "I thought so. You knew that this was holy ground, and yet you refused to move?"

"I only learned a few days ago, and I swear I was going to move out soon-"

"Your heart cannot tell the same lies that your mouth does, Y/N." Yunjin scolds you, and you bow your head in shame as she walks towards you. "Are you ready to face the punishment that awaits you?"

"No, I'm not going to-"

"Too late."

With a wicked smile and a snap of her fingers, the world around you plummets into darkness and you scream as endless shadows wrap around you and take you farther down into the Earth that you were just standing on.

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privateanxieties · 2 years

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uh-oh, look at us

Summary: She’s lonely and well past lightly buzzed - she’s teetering the line of drunk. And then Spider-Man crashes through her window like a disgruntled pigeon. Between the two of them, coughing up one brain cell is quite the task.

Pairing: tasm!Peter Parker x Reader (she/her)

Words: 1.7K

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Confronting your loneliness is a task best accomplished while sweetened up by delightfully fruity wine, something to ease her mind into the pity party she's throwing tonight.

It's been a while since she's started realizing that she's getting quite… old, at least too old to still yearn with childishness for things that come so easily to others. You begin to feel a bit pathetic, trapped in the same cycle of irrationality for years, and at some point you just stop trying. You turn a sour grapes situation into a no-grapes-at-all one.

It's why she's throwing this party on a shitty couch she hasn't bothered decluttering - there are no friends to indulge the wine and snacks with her. The last time she can remember being socially apt enough to quickly invite people in was a random girl she met when she was six, both of them subjected to a boring event by their parents and having to find a way to spend the time more pleasantly.

Past a certain age, it becomes too hard to talk to someone about yourself, or strike up a friendship - what would she even say? There are no stories worth telling, except the ones that never happened. Perhaps someone would listen with horror to her confession of the empty spaces in her life, and perhaps that'd be entertainment enough, but no one would choose to stay. Ironically, she can never leave herself, as much as she'd fancy at least a vacation from her mind. All she can give herself instead is a break from the crushing awareness. She can simply… turn it off. Become oblivious.

That's what she's hoping to do tonight, as she brandishes the ludicrously oversized wine glass around, pretending the couch is a fancy chaise in a therapist's office and she is the main character of all life on Earth.

She declares confidently that starting this year, there will be no more insecurity as she renounces the decade-long yearning. No more wondering, no more longing, no more melting from the observed gestures of others. No more asking what it would be like, no more wishing she were different. Going forward, she'll hold on to whatever she can, but she'll never again try to grasp at things. She'll make whatever can be made from this, leaving the rest up to time.

She's distantly aware that life is bound to be a revolving door of failure and disappointment if this is her plan for the future, but she can't find it in herself to care. She doesn't expect to live to see an age where she'll be filled with regret. Statistically, she ticks many of the boxes that make one predisposed to dying in anonymity. And though a part of her wants to believe there's always hope that things will improve, she knows that her self-sabotage skills are second to none.

She's the type of person who would take the bull by the horns only to kindly ask it not to stomp on her. Fat chance. It's a big, complex and often cruel world out there, and she feels small, simple and way too sensitive to defend herself, much less others.

She has no idea how he does it.

Night after night, the city stills under his watchful eyes and the light dawns with fewer threats roaming the streets. It's enviable and infuriating all at once, because she'd also like to have some kind of grand purpose if she can't have other meaningful experiences. The one time she tried playing the hero was a marvelous show of desperation and blind bravery, and it resulted in a close encounter with death and a wicked crescent scar for her trouble. Nobody benefitted from her intervention in that crumbling building all those months ago, and the hospital bill she got served when she woke up is still being paid off. Somehow. Her income is ok, but nothing to write home about. In fact, if she did try to write home, it'd probably come with a 'return to sender' stamp.

It's fine. She cut her losses on the parental front a while ago, and there isn't much to grieve. She misses none of the mind games and venom, and any potential inheritance wouldn't make up for all the groveling she'd have to endure to get it. Her parents are not nearly wealthy enough to justify their sadistic tendencies and narcissism, so it's a hard pass for her. Then again, if she's thinking this way, perhaps she's not as different from them as she thought.

"Qui se ressemble s'assemble," she mocks indignantly, her mother's favorite saying infiltrating awareness and finding its way to the tip of her tongue.

Birds of a feather do flock together, but that was never how her mother meant it. Whenever the occasion arose for her to dutifully dole out those words, they were always meant to rally the troops - to persuade an otherwise unwilling spectator into volatile action, usually backstabbing. Sometimes murder.

She hasn't killed anyone, but she's seen more than enough of that in the family: absolute bloodbaths - of the metaphorical kind, of course, but smothering and cruel all the same. At least if there were some sort of empire to fight over, she'd understand the heights of ambition her siblings possessed. Alas, no. She isn't giving up her soul for a few million dollars.

She isn't giving up expensive wine either, and at two hundred dollars a bottle, this little number is too pricey to be disappearing so quickly. It's a good thing she bought three, because the glutton she was raised to be still wins to the detriment of her more cultivated self sometimes. She'll blow a hole in her bank account at foreseeable intervals just to feel something.

But, unlike that hole, the one that's violently ripped into her window does not spark joy.

She's temporarily too dazed to scream, but when she sees the lumpy mass writhing on the carpet and registers its sporadic groans, staying calm becomes impossible.

"What the fuck?"

She repeats the sentiment a few more times before setting down the glass on the edge of the coffee table and getting off the couch at the farthest end from the window.

Her eyes know who that is, but her mind refuses to catch up. Why is he twitching like a crackhead? Why won't he stop twitching?

Ew, he's bleeding.

Cautiously (and a little wobbly) she approaches the twitching lump and dares to touch it, likely aided by the alcohol coursing her veins. It instantly backfires and she gets shocked backwards, feet barely missing his face, a small twitch now in her shoulder and tingles all over her tongue and forehead. The feeling must've returned some sharpness to her mind, because soon after she notices a small rectangular device on the heaving chest, right above where the spider's head ends - begins? It looks weird upside down. Three of the legs have been slashed into, and liquid that's darker than she expected now oozes out and onto her carpet. Is blood supposed to be that color? She's never seen this much of it to know.

Well, well… What to do in this predicament? Obviously, he's not dying on her living room floor and haunting the place. And if touching him is out of the question, what is a girl to do?

A dreadful idea pops into her head, but absent any other options and with urgency front and center, she reluctantly grabs the wine bottle from the table and pours its remaining contents directly over his chest. The twitching stops almost instantly, so her guess is that the rash decision was a success.

But he doesn't wake up. He keeps lying there motionless, no more sounds leaving him. He also keeps bleeding out on her carpet, and a brief vision of the police collecting his body from her apartment flashes across her mind. Unacceptable.

Now properly motivated, she first makes sure the wine really worked by touching the tip of her finger to the outer part of his left arm, relieved when no shock occurs and surprised by the softness of the fabric. To her credit, she does try to wake him up several times, each one less gentle than the last, but when no response emerges she has no choice but to pull something together resembling help.

When she stumbles dizzily on the way to the bathroom, she isn't sure which of them is more in need of assistance. Well, he is unconscious and bleeding out, so probably him - but the mirror reveals blood on her person that certainly did not come from him. On her shoulder and elbow there are several small and not so small gashes peppering the skin under torn pyjamas. She didn't even notice that. Could be the buzz, or it could be the shock of having Spider-Man crash head-first through the living room window. Either way, she can figure those out later.

Grabbing as many clean towels as she can find, scissors and a bottle of rubbing alcohol, she makes her way back to the crash site. Great. Still passed out on the floor. Doing her best impression of first aid, she cuts away the bits of fabric that impede access to the wounds, calming herself by humming a random tune.

Pour some alcohol, dab with towel. Pour, dab. Pour, dab. Get cut on a shard of glass from lack of situational awareness. Check his breathing. Wonder if she's actually making things worse. Dab and pour. Pour and dab. Dab -

Her wrist is stopped mid-air by a firm grasp, and she jumps so far back that she cuts herself again, this time embedding a piece of glass in her palm.

"Fucking shit!"

In response, she hears a groan and a cough, both muffled by a mask that is soon lifted up and away. She stares in awe.

What. The fuck.

So slowly it might as well be at one frame per second, his head turns towards her and their eyes lock together. He blinks once and then again, and a tiny smile lifts one corner of his lips.

"Oh. Hey neighbor."

A/N: Thank you for reading. Your thoughts and comments are always appreciated. Feedback is crucial for writers and if you like a story, don’t hesitate to let us know :)

#peter parker x reader #peter parker x you #peter parker fanfiction #tasm!peter x reader #tasm!peter x you #tasm!peter imagine #andrew garfield!peter parker x reader #andrew garfield!spiderman x reader #andrew!peter x reader #spider-man x reader #spider-man x you

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starryqueen-18 · 8 days

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A Headcannon For Madame Grape: Backstory

Inspired by SMG4 Puzzlevision I wanna make a head cannon for Madame Grape.

Madame Grape was once a human woman who love theatre, she always dream to be an actor and a star, she's watched plays and studying acting, king her dream a reality, however all of her hard work and dreams are shattered when she didn't get chosen to get the job. The woman walks home with anger and jealousy, she heard whispers coming from somewhere, she followed it to a mysterious case with a golden mask inside, it told her to put the mask on to have her dream come true.

The woman was hesitant at first but with thinking of having her theatre dreams to come true, she put on the mask and soon she felt great power, she became the wicked grape.

What do you guys think? I hope you all enjoy grape's Origin story I made.

Stay safe and Kawaiii!!!!

bye! ^w^

#princess peach's showtime #princess peach showtime grape #wicked grape #madame grape #princess peach #origin #backstory #head cannon

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cult-0f-dionysus · 1 year

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Bringing in Love

This is a love spell 😳 to aid the people in your life looking for love. It’s very fire centric and yet still pretty cool if I don’t say so myself.

Disclaimer: Love spell morality discourse is unnecessary under this post, use the spell or don’t. I hope you find it interesting regardless!

Also: this spell is not meant to force love, it’s meant to help the chances of finding love for someone. I don’t use this spell with a couple in mind, just a single person.

Disclaimer 2: This spell is modified from the book ‘Crone’s Book of Magical Words’ by Valerie Worth. This spell book is amazing and super interesting, I highly recommend picking it up for spells and inspiration. I used some of the lines of poetry and the candle formation (with different colours and some extra pizzazz)

Final disclaimer: this spell is a little Dionysus centred but it can easily be modified to appeal to a different Deity/spirit/etc that you wish to invoke for assistance.

This spell is also a work in progress/experiment!

Phew, let’s finally get to this spell

Ingredients and Materials:

13 candles: I used 1 black for protection, 3 red for passion, 2 pink for romance and self love and the rest were white. 12 candles are used in the spell, but an extra one is used to light all the others

Deity candle if it applies

An oil: I used a blend of Venus oil, rose, lavender, chamomile and cinnamon. Any herb with a love correspond will do! Mix them into any carrier oil and let it sit for a few days

A bay leaf

Some wine (or grape juice)

Herbs with love correspondence

Crystals such as rose quartz, I also used a phallus and woman figure (this can be modified for any gender combo, or vetoed all together. It’s good imagery)

Lovers tarot card

Incense

A jar (optional)

The Spell:

I carve my intention into each candle, red for passion, pink romance, I’ll write the name of the person, put sigils and symbols on them. Just carve in the whatever feels right.

Rub your oil onto your candles, focus on that intention

Use your incense to cleanse in the space, I used a romance blend

Take your twelve candles and place them into a triangle. The pattern I did will be shown in the picture at the bottom of the post

Start your ritual the way you like it! Call on any spirits/deities if you wish. I called on my patron Dionysus

Pour two glasses of wine/juice. Wine is associated with romance. You can drink with with your deity when the toast comes into play or you can offer the glass to the person who you’re doing the spell for (even if they aren’t there, just treat it like an offering)

Write your petition on the bay leaf, ‘Name will find great love’ or something to that affect, place it in the middle of the triangle along with your crystals, and sprinkle a herb blend around if you wish, I used the leftovers from the oils

Light up a candle and begin lighting your candles from the tip of the triangle to bottom. begin by asking the top black and doing a little protection spell for the person and you.

As you light the candles say this (modify it to your liking or course):

“Fire Spirit of sun,

Wax thou melting flesh of earth,

Prove this work that I have done,

Bring NAME great love, full in mirth.

Let he be himself consumed,

Not by darkness, but by light,

Warmth not cold, until I toast,

As the final flame rests in the night,

And the spell comes to a coast

Sit with your intentions, really focus on the person and the kind of love you wish for them to receive

So you can either chill with the candles until you have one left burning OR you can do this spell over the course of many days. If you choose to do it over several rituals repeat every step until the candles are out (including the toasting and closing stuff)

Toast with your deity, I recite a prayer to Dionysus at this point. Drink your beverage.

Burn your petition

Collect the wicks and put them in a jar, I also add some wine, oil, herbs and stuff. If you do this over many days cut the wicks down each ritual and put them in. Add the ashes and remains of the petition

Seal your jar, engrave it if you please (if your doing this over many days wait until the candles are fully burned down to do this)

Give the jar to the person, put it in their house or keep it on your altar. And if you keep it on your altar I recommend sitting with it every so often to put in some intention

Congrats Cupid 😉

Note: this spell is for helping other people find love. If you like this format I recommend reading Crones Book of Magical Words as the spell written above was modified from that book. The original spell was to find love for yourself. It’s a great resource in general too.

Thanks for taking a look at my goofy ass spell. I hope it finds and serves you well. I’ve been SO inactive due to uni kicking my ass but I’m trying to dedicate more time to this little blog and hopefully built up the momentum to keep me going through the next semester! If you have any suggestions/thoughts/questions/anything reach out!

Link to Crones Book of Magical Words good reads: https://www.goodreads.com/en/book/show/823252

#celtic panganism #eclectic witch #paganism #tarot #witch #witchyvibes #beginner witch #witch tips #baby witch #witch community #spellsnstuff #love spells #witchblr #pagan witch #witchcraft tips #witchcraft #hellenic pagan #pagan

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thedeathlysallows · 10 months

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memento mori

Warnings: Sexism (I guess this counts? Felix has shitty thoughts and opinions), dub con, choking, murder, language, oral sex (female receiving), please remember and keep in mind that this is a dark fic. This chapter did go through a rewrite (or several) and one of the teasers I posted didn’t make the final cut. I’m sorry about that.

Ch.7: Mars

Demetri saunters up to me with a wicked grin plastered on his face, perfectly white teeth on full display. “I heard through the grape vine that your little darling has been cast out from The Society.”

My mood sours in an instant. “What?”

“She’s been stripped of rank and power according to this letter that arrived while you were in Canada.” He produces a thick manilla envelope from his jacket. “Aro says it’s standard protocol. A similar letter has been sent to various other powerful, important beings.”

I take the envelope before he can say more, ripping into it until my fingers come into contact with smooth paper. It’s handwritten. Signed by each member of the Camarilla, The Society’s governing body. I read it through once, twice, a third time. The verbiage is simple and to the point. Roseanna Swan is no longer under the protection of The Society.

But there’s something else in the letter.

Something Demetri was leaving out.

“They’ve filed a complaint against me for compromising her?”

Demetri nods. “So it seems.”

I fold the letter and put it in the breast pocket of my suit. “What does Aro have to say?”

“Clearly he doesn’t take it seriously if he never called you back from your mission with Santiago.” He gives me a sly look. “How is our sweet Swan?”

“Angry. It makes sense now.”

When I went to Canada I happened to make a convenient pit stop in Charleston. Finding Roseanna, and by extension The Society, was altogether too simple. After all, I had promised her our game wasn’t over, and I had every intention of making good on that. I still do. On my way back to Volterra I made the exact same pit stop and found my little poison ivy practically steaming from the ears with anger. She was stomping around her apartment, yelling at her neighbors when they told her to cut the noise. It was adorable. I wanted desperately to go to her, but I knew Aro was expecting me back in a timely manner.

“You’re wanted in the throne room,” Demetri says before I can get too deep into my thoughts.

I don’t want to face Aro. The idea leaves an empty feeling in the pit of my stomach. He’ll see it all. See her. I don’t want him to. Roseanna is mine. Mine to fight with, to argue with, to kill if that’s what I decide I want to do with her. Neither of us are stupid enough to believe there’s love between us, but whatever it is, whatever we have between us, is for us and us alone. Aro has no business in it, but I have no options. I have to go when called upon.

Fleetingly, I wonder about Roseanna and her sudden freedom. What is she doing with it? Does she blame me for it? No, there’s not even a question about that. Of course she blames me. The better question is: how is she planning to kill me? I know her just as well as I know myself, and if someone took everything from me they wouldn’t make it to the next sunrise. Is she already on her way to Italy?

I glance at Demetri out of the corner of my eye as we walk to the throne room. “Can you sense her now?”

“Yes.”

“Where is she?”

He pauses. “Her tenor is… still faint. Perhaps because I only ever met her as an Agent and not as Roseanna, the human girl-”

“Woman,” I interrupt him. “There’s nothing girlish about her.”

“Certainly, my apologies. I never met the woman, only the Agent. I’ve been trying to keep an eye on her, but the flavor of her isn’t as strong as it should be.”

“But you have a general idea?”

“Yes. She’s in London.”

London. My body floods with excitement. “She’ll be here soon.”

Demetri tilts his head to the side. “You seem certain she’s coming for you.”

“Of course she is. She knows we’re destined to destroy each other. It’s thrilling, don’t you think?” I know he agrees with me. His own toy is locked away in their shared room. I’m not certain why he keeps her so closely guarded. It’s not as if he couldn’t track her if she ran.

“I think she’ll make a lovely snack for you and you’ll lose interest just like always.”

I shake my head. “This time is different.”

Demetri stops outside the throne room and takes a long look at me. “Let’s hope so.”

He flings the heavy wooden doors open and we step inside, shocked to see Aro is the only one of the kings present. He doesn’t often make decisions or pass judgement without his brothers as witnesses at the very least. It sets me on edge.

“Ah, Felix!” Aro walks up to me and takes my hand before a sound can even escape me, eyes growing distant and unfocused. “I see the mission went well.”

“Yes, sir.”

Aro hums noncommittally. We both know he isn’t the least bit interested in Canada and whatever did or didn’t take place there. It’s a strange sensation, feeling Aro flip through my memories as a human would flip through a magazine. I’ve never been able to grow accustomed to it. The invasive, almost predatory feeling is unnerving on a good day and horrifying on a bad day.

“Well, it certainly seems you’ve been busy, Felix,” Aro says as he releases my hand. “It’s a wonder The Society didn’t come for you themselves given what a… remarkable… relationship it seems you have with their best and brightest.”

“She isn’t theirs anymore.”

“No. She isn’t, is she?” Aro strolls back to his throne, taking a seat and sighing heavily. “So we must ask ourselves: what will become of her now? She knows too much. She’s seen too much. It seems curiosity is unable to kill a Swan.”

Dread washes over me. Roseanna will never consent to becoming one of us, but I know without a doubt that Aro will not allow her to live out her days peacefully as a human. No matter how I beg or plead.

Aro continues, “I’ve made many concessions for Carlisle over the years, but where do I stop? Where do I draw the line? I saved his sister, taking her in as my own, teaching her to control her gift. I allow Edward to come and go as he pleases in order to see his own sister. Even now… I’ve let them do with Bella as they so desired until my hand was forced. But this? I must do what needs to be done to protect our kind.”

I step forward. “Master, please, Roseanna is only after me. She cares about nothing but revenge. Once she has it she’ll be a threat to no one.”

“Will she ever be satisfied? She can’t kill you, not as a human.”

Images of Roseanna, old and fragile fill my mind. I know without a doubt that: “She’ll never stop trying.”

“So you play cat and mouse until she dies?”

I nod. “With your approval.”

Aro’s eyes bore into mine as he says, “Even poison ivy will wither with time, Felix.”

“Of course.”

He narrows his eyes before nodding as if satisfied with something. “Go. I’m postponing your missions for a week in order to satisfy The Society’s ridiculous complaint. Enjoy your time off.”

I bow from the waist before exiting the throne room, Demetri just behind me. “Where is she now?”

Demetri tilts his head to the side. “Just over Bern, Switzerland.”

��“Tell me when she lands.”

He says nothing, simply nods before slipping away to do whatever it is Demetri does when he has time off. Probably Kit. If she even lets him touch her this week. Usually when Edward and his family pop up she shuts down for at least a month afterwards, only speaking to Anne. There are times when I envy their relationship. Demetri is the closest thing I have to a true friend, but even then I know it’s because of forced proximity. If life had dealt us a different hand who knows if we would even speak to one another.

Loneliness isn’t my favorite thing to think about, but I find myself pondering over the feeling more and more with Roseanna’s absence. She lit something inside me that I thought had been dead for years, and now it can’t be put out by anything but her. If I were a better man I would feel pity for the poor little thing, attracting the attention of a monster like me, but then I recall the heady scent of the blood rushing through her veins and the guilt passes in a violent wave, replaced with lust.

I want her.

No.

I need her.

I need her to want me, fear me, love me, hate me. I need her to be as obsessed with me as I am with her.

That’s why I blame her for my blind rage when Demetri tells me later in the evening that she’s here in Volterra, but doesn’t seem to be looking for me. She’s at a nightclub, completely shit faced. And all I can do is watch as she grinds against some blond fucker who looks a little too much like Jasper Whitlock.

They’ve been talking off and on for hours now. She even made a joke about following an ex-lover here to kill him. He wasn’t even phased. He laughed like she told the funniest joke. Drunk bastard.

“The kid’s just lost her job,” Kit warns me in a voice that says not to start anything in front of the humans. “Leave her be.”

“She lost her job, not her purpose.”

“And what would her purpose be?”

I turn to her, squaring my shoulders to stand at my full height. Her nostrils flare briefly as she moves closer to Demetri. “Me. I am her purpose. I am her God.”

Kit snorts. “Men and your fucking god complexes. I’m leaving.”

“I’ll follow soon,” Demetri tells her. His eyes follow her figure until she’s out of the club and I can tell from the look in his eye he’s keeping tabs on her location in the back of his mind.

“Just go,” I tell him as I lean back against the bar. “On the one hand, you’re much more in line with the executioner lifestyle when you and Kit are fighting. On the other hand, I want to take care of this myself.”

“What will you do?”

“Nothing too risky.”

Demetri smirks. “Don’t break your new toy before you’re finished playing with it.”

I feign shock and innocence. “I would never!”

“Of course not. See you in the morning.”

I tilt my glass of scotch toward him in a sort of goodbye before turning my full attention back to Roseanna. I’d been keeping an eye on the two of them throughout my conversation with Demetri, trying to reign in the monster lurking under my skin, begging to be released. She’s just so… pretty. I can’t blame the sad fuck for wanting her or dancing with her, but I can’t have her thinking there are no consequences in our little game. He’ll have to die and she’ll have to know it’s all her fault.

I watch as he bends down to whisper in her ear. “Do you want to get out of here?”

Roseanna blushes a bright pink, looking up at him and batting her lashes. She nods shyly. A small smile plays at her lips and I can’t tell whether it’s real or an act. The Roseanna I know would never be so coy. My poison ivy wouldn’t act like some simpering, airheaded bimbo.

There’s a tap on my shoulder drawing me out of my thoughts and I turn to see a woman around the same age as Roseanna with dark brown hair. She smiles at me with too white teeth. “Whatcha drinking? I’ll buy the next round.”

Her hand finds its way to my bicep and I push it away, careful not to snap her wrist. “No, you won’t.”

I turn my attention back to Roseanna and the girl by my side follows my gaze.

“Oh, I get it now. You and your girl over there are in a fight, right? I can help you make her jealous.” Her hand travels down to my thigh as she speaks and I turn to her, my hand wrapping around her slim neck.

“I was nice earlier, but if you keep pushing your luck I’m afraid you’ll find it’s run out. Go back to your friends and leave me alone.”

When I release her she sputters in disbelief, calling me every name she can think of. I simply tune her out and turn back to Roseanna’s spot on the dance floor only to find her gone.

“Fuck!” I slam my drink on the bar top and throw down some cash before running out of the club.

I can smell Roseanna in the air, the scent of her blood and arousal leading me to a hotel that- ironically- isn’t far from the castle. No one stops me when I walk inside. No one asks any questions. Those who live here know better, and those who visit either learn quickly or suffer for their idiocy.

I find her on the top floor in one of the nicer suites. Before I even open the door I hear a soft, feminine moan and my vision turns red. I push the door open, the locks giving easily beneath my strength. In a movement too fast for humans to detect I rip him away from my poison ivy and snap his neck. His body drops to the bed, limp and lifeless.

Roseanna’s mouth falls open and she scrambles off the bed, grabbing a knife from her bag. It’s nothing even close to the weapon she once wielded but I imagine The Society took all of their things back like some jilted ex in a bad breakup.

"What will you do, darling?" I stalk towards her. One step, two steps, three, four, until her back is pressed against the wall of the hotel room. "You've lost everything that made you interesting. Now you're nothing but a bug to be crushed under the sole of my boot."

Roseanna tilts her chin up in defiance but I can feel her body trembling against mine. I can smell her fear. It drips off her, blurring my senses until all that's left is the thirst inside me. I'm free to sample the goods this time, as they say, and with how fast her heart is beating I'm growing more and more tempted.

"Isn't this what you wanted?" I twist a thick strand of her soft hair around my hand and tug until she cries out in pain. Tears well in her eyes, but she doesn't cry. Not yet.

"Didn't you want to find me? To kill me? That's what you told him," I jerk my chin over to her bed where whatever-his-name-was lays lifeless. "Here I am, darling."

She still doesn't speak. She knows she's weaker now and needs to be smarter. Unfortunately, she seems to have forgotten that she's mine and I would hunt her down to the farthest corner of the world before she even had a chance to start looking for me.

With my free hand I grasp her throat and slide her up the wall so we're face to face. She's still blinking back tears, but one manages to roll down her cheek. I lap it up with my tongue, savoring the salty tang of the tear and the sweat on her skin. Roseanna whimpers, thighs clenching together like I won't notice. I do notice. I notice everything about this little human. To the point I would destroy everything to keep her. Whether she wants to be kept or not.

Roseanna kicks out at me pathetically, wailing out in pure rage when she can’t make contact. The knife clatters to the floor as she claws at my hands in a sad attempt to get them away from her neck.

“Poor little poison ivy. You’ve lost your bite, haven’t you?” I nip at her earlobe, enjoying the shiver that rockets through her body.

“Fuck you,” she says through gritted teeth.

“Well,” I muse outloud, looking back at the dead human, “if only one of us getting his dick wet tonight, you should be glad it’s me, darling.”

I let go of her throat and she drops to the floor, gasping for breath.

“On the bed,” I tell her.”

She glares daggers at me. “Make me.”

I heave a dramatic sigh and grab a fistful of her hair, tossing her on the bed with ease. Roseanna’s eyes widen when she lands beside her former dance partner and she recoils in disgust. I kick his body away and pull her back towards the edge of the bed by her ankle. Her tight red dress rides up to expose the lace panties she was wearing.

“I prefer silk for you, darling.” I shed my heavy coat and start working on the buttons of my shirt. She watches carefully and I can see the internal fight she’s having.

Roseanna finally looks up at me. “You think I give a fuck what you prefer?”

“Not right now maybe. But I promise you after tonight you’ll be in silk the next time I see you.”

“You’re a bast-” She cuts herself off when I let my shirt drift to the floor, my torso exposed to the cool air of the room.

“What was that?” I smirk down at her.

“I hate you.” There’s a tinge of fear in her scent now, but it’s still overshadowed by her arousal. I’m practically choking on the smell of her. It fills all my senses.

I pop open the button of my pants, dragging them down my thighs before discarding them on the floor and doing the same with my boxers. Roseanna, despite an initial sound of protest, follows my movements closely. Her breath comes in shallow pants and her eyes are blown wide with lust when she takes in the sight of me naked.

“I hate you,” she repeats, but there’s less conviction in her words this time.

“Strip,” I tell her. She doesn’t move. “Either you do it or I will. You’ll be naked for me one way or another.”

This seems to shock her into action. Roseanna shimmies out of her dress and panties, wrapping an arm around her chest to hide her breasts and crossing her legs to hide her cunt. I easily move her arm and part her legs and she whimpers beneath me. Her heart is pounding so loudly it’s all I can hear.

“You’ve been a very bad girl tonight. I keep telling you I don’t like when other men touch what’s mine, and now you’re little friend had to pay for your bad decisions.” I grip her jaw and turn her head, forcing her to look over at the body on the ground. “And now here you are. Dripping wet for the man who murdered him.”

“I’m not-”

“Don’t even think of lying about how turned on you are. I can smell it. You reek of it. And you know something?”

She shakes her head.

“It’s almost as good as the smell of your blood.” I press my lips to hers, meeting nothing but resistance at first. Then, slowly, she gives in. Her body relaxes and she melts into me. “Tell me how much you hate me, darling.”

Roseanna moans and stretches out beneath me, tangling her fingers in my hair as I kiss down her body, my tongue exploring each dip and curve until I come to the apex of her thighs. She lets out a shaky breath.

“Fuck… God, I hate you…” She yanks on my hair when I lap at her folds with my tongue.

“What do you hate? Tell me.”

“I hate…” Roseanna sighs softly and spreads her legs wider for me, grinding against my face. “I hate your stupid face.”

I can’t help the laugh that escapes me. “You seem partial to my face at the moment.”

“Shut the fuck-” she cries out in pleasure when my tongue delves inside her, biting on her lower lip. I pull back only to slip two fingers inside her and move my mouth to her clit. “Felix!”

“Come on my face, darling.” I follow the movements of her body, bringing her to her high before pulling back so I can watch her face as she falls apart. Her head is thrown back, eyes shut while her body relaxes. She looks so beautiful.

“I can feel you staring, ya know.” Roseanna opens her eyes and sits up.

“Mmm.” I study her closely, committing the sight of her like this to memory.

She tilts her head to the side, a look of frustration on her face. “I’d be lying if I said this changes anything. You still fucked me over.”

“I don’t expect this to change anything. It just adds another level of excitement, don’t you think? What will they do next: fight or fuck?” I gather my clothes and slowly redress, taking my time and flexing when Roseanna examines a muscle extra closely. “If you make this next week fun for me, you can have my cock inside you next time.”

She flushes a deep red and glares at me. “Get out of my room. And fix my door!”

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Cyberchase- Why is The Hacker Such an Ass?

So, I was on TV Tropes awhile back. I was specifically on the Wild Mass Guessing (WMG) page for Cyberchase. The WMG page is a place for people to put their head-canons and wild ideas and explain why they have those ideas.

One head-canon that struck me as a bit odd was the idea that The Hacker is infected by some sort of virus that led to him becoming a villain. The idea is that he is not entirely in control of his actions, and that much of his current personality is just the virus talking. I'm sure people have already tapped into this idea for its fan-fiction potential.

At first, I sort of laughed off the idea and moved on. However, when I thought back over the various episodes of the show, I realized that the show did poke at the idea a few times, whether it was intentional or not.

I want to talk about two cases where the show poked at the idea. However, I want to make a few things clear first. First, I don't think this theory will ever be confirmed in the show. The show-runners love him just the way is. They love how pompous and preening he is.

They love him endangering our child protagonists.

They love setting him up for the Cybersquad to foil his plans in the end.

They love embarrassing him and poking holes in his image.

While the original story of The Hacker was that he was just born evil per "How It all Started"...

... they have since expanded his backstory to include a period of faithful service to Motherboard...

...followed by a turn to villainy later on, perhaps when he realized what the Transformatron could do.

Even when he went through his inevitable villain decay due to being defeated by children so many times, they fit it into the universe. The Hacker's current arc is that no one is Cyberspace is scared of him anymore, so he's trying to restore his image.

So, no, I don't think we're going to have the revelation that The Hacker is really a good person who is forced to be evil via a sentient virus, a magic spell, or hard drive damage.

If they were to go that route, they would have a problem. They would probably have to permanently reform The Hacker. And if he permanently cures Motherboard's virus, then the show ends.

Even if they decided to reform him, but left him unable to cure Motherboard's cirus, they would lose their OG villain. Yes, Ledge and Zusk exist, but they barely exist at this point, especially Ledge, who Motherboard probably deleted off-screen after what he did to the kids and Digit vanished a few seasons ago. They can't fill his shoes. Even Wicked, who's been the main villain in a few episodes, probably wouldn't be able to come up with a new, interesting, magic spell for every episode going forward.

And if they tried to confirm this theory without reforming Hacker, then the whole dynamic of the show changes. The kids wouldn't be cyber-chasing after a power-hungry cyborg who wants to control Cyberspace. They would be trying to heal a brain-damaged cyborg who once served and protected Motherboard.

Now, let's get to the two times where I think the show poked at the idea that The Hacker became a villain against his will and need to be healed.

The first case was in Season 3 Episode 6 "The Grapes of Plath". The main plot here is that the Crab Prince was dared to go into the forbidden abyss and came out with a glitch.

He has been transformed into a compulsive liar. This would apparently up-end society in Aquari-yum worse than when Icky, the last Cyberslug, dies, and he can no longer feed on the energy that threatens to boil over the site.

So, now, the kids need to go to the Fountain of Truth and retrieve the Grapes of Plath, which will cure him.

Meanwhile, the Hacker has a problem. His chin is all floppy. It just isn't as firm and rigid as it was when he was a younger borg, and now he is self-conscious about it.

He accidentally intercepts a transmission from Motherboard. While it's a bit garbled, he hears her mention a "fountain of *unintelligible* uth". Of course, we know that it is the Fountain of Truth, but he believes it to be the Fountain of Youth. He wants to use the grapes to restore his chin.

Now, we don't know much about the Grapes of Plath. We know that they come from the Fountain of Truth, and we know that, when the Crab Prince was dipped head to toe in them, they removed the glitch that turned him into a compulsive liar.

Were these grapes specifically engineered to fix glitches that involve compulsive lying? That's a very niche use case. I can't imagine Plath gets many visitors. We don't see any evidence that they force the subject to always tell the truth like the spell from the Jim Carrey movie "Liar Liar". Are these Grapes all about restoring someone to their true self by removing a glitch? I like that explanation best.

Still, despite the kid's warnings that these grapes are from the Fountain of Truth, not the Fountain of Youth, The Hacker jumps in and covers himself from head to toe.

And he comes out of the juice a completely different Borg.

The Hacker: Happy Birthday, Princey. Say hello to your new best friend, the meanest guy in Cyberspace. When it's my birthday I want a cute little pony, no, a lollipop.

He is promptly removed. At this point, he seemingly goes back to normal, and is no longer covered in grapes.

Hacker: Follow me, ya duncebuckets!

Hold up, what the fuck just happened? We go back to the status quo almost immediately, as this is a status quo show, but the Grapes of Plath affected The Hacker. Why would they do that? This isn't like The Hacker hitting his head in Season 2 Episode 10 "Raising the Bar", and then, afterwards, he thought that Buzz was the boss, and that he was the henchman. This is more like mixing a cure for magnetite poisoning, and then discovering that the cure didn't fully work because the damage was more severe than expected.

No one ever said the Grapes of Plath make someone friendlier. No one ever said they make you want things like lollipops and ponies. We know for sure that they were able to cure the glitch that made the Crab Prince a compulsive liar. We know for sure that they have some association with truth, as they come from the Fountain of Truth. We know that The Hacker started wishing the Crab Prince Happy Birthday and asking for lollipops and ponies after his exposure. We can theorize that their ability to heal someone from a glitch could come from an innate ability to help restore someone to their true self.

We know very little about what The Hacker's personality was like before he turned to villainy. Even his expanded backstory is mostly just the villainy he did before the Cybersquad was recruited.

his plans for the Transformation (and Coop's attempt to stop him)

his poisoning of Coop (and what that did to Slider)

his theft of the Encryptor Chip (and his banishment)

his tricking of the Flying Parallinis into rescuing him from Mount Way-Up-There (and the impact that mistake had on them)

his attack on Valussa (and Digit's defection)

his action of infecting Motherboard with a virus (and the start of the series)

Maybe The Hacker enjoyed ponies and lollipops back in the day. Maybe we saw the real Hacker for a few seconds there before the virus/spell/brain damage overwhelmed the healing power of the Grapes of Plath. I wonder.

Let's move on to the second time the show implied something was wrong. However, in order to talk about that, I have to lay out two assumptions.

First, let's assume that Motherboard has a strong moral framework that leads her to always do the right thing, in spite of any personal biases. She does not seek easy ways out which would compromise her moral framework. This is what the show has been telling us for years.

I think the best example of this is probably one of the very best episodes of the show, Season 2 Episode 4 "True Colors". The Hacker calls an election for potentate and sets himself up to run against Motherboard, which is perfectly legal under the Cyber-constitution. Whether Motherboard truly believed The Hacker had reformed or not is unclear. However, it doesn't really matter. If he had won the election, she would have stepped down and followed the will of the people.

We learn that, if The Hacker wins, he will revise the Cyber-constitution to bring an end to the elections and make his rule permanent. The way he says it suggests that, as potentate, he would be able to revise the Cyber-constitution all by himself without any checks or balances.

Now, there's a whole can of worms here about a singular ruler being able to rewrite all of the laws unchecked, but I'm leaving that closed for now. However, this does mean that Motherboard could have rewritten the Cyber-constitution herself to shut down the Hacker's election plan right there. She didn't do it.

Second, let's assume that Motherboard was fully on board with the plan that Digit and the kids were executing during the episode that I am about to talk about. There are some things in this episode that suggest that the kids may have been running wild here, and that Motherboard was unaware of what was happening right until close to the end. I do plan to talk about that on another post. For now, we assume that Motherboard was on board the whole way.

Let's review:

Motherboard has a strong moral framework that leads her to always do the right thing, in spite of any personal biases. She does not seek easy ways out which would compromise her moral framework.

Motherboard was fully on board with the plan that Digit and the kids were executing during the episode that I am about to talk about.

Do you have all of that? Good. Let's talk about Season 5 Episode 8 "Inside Hacker".

So, Digit gives us the premise up front.

Digit: Reprogramming Hacker so he changes back into his good old self. Our best plan yet!

So, I think we all see the ethical implications of attempting to rewrite someone's personality against their will. Of course, that's with our world's understanding of the importance of "the self" and free will.

But hey, maybe Cyberspace has a different idea of the "self" that we would consider dystopian. Maybe borgs reprogram each other all the time without consent. Maybe the "self" is fluid here. What else does the show have to say about the concept of reprogramming someone? Wasn't there an episode where Digit was considering allowing himself to be reprogrammed to be less clumsy? Yeah, it was Season 6 Episode 1 "Digit's B-Day Surprise".

Uh oh. There are consent forms for reprogramming someone, and I don't remember The Hacker signing anything. Does anyone remember who was trying to get Digit to provide consent to be reprogrammed in this episode?

Wait, so this is a line that even The Hacker won't cross? Well, the Cybersquad's plan just sounds wicked in a bad way.

That has a double-meaning, as Wicked has repeatedly engaged in reprogramming borgs against their will. We saw this in Season 2 Episode 3 "Harriet the Hippo and the Mean Green" and Season 7 Episode 7 "Spellbound". I'm not even going to touch what happened with "Designing Mr. Perfect".

So, yeah, reprogramming someone against their will is definitely a villainous act in Cyberspace. The kids may be naive on this point, but Motherboard isn't. Even the virus doesn't eliminate her moral code, as we've seen in the other episodes. So, how we do we resolve this? Well, sometimes kids cartoons make a mess of the discussion of free will. They will claim that a "good" character being brainwashed by the "bad guys" and turned "evil" is absolutely horrible, which is an excellent point to make.

However, that same show will then claim that an "evil" character being brainwashed by the "good guys" and turned "good" is absolutely fine. As long as the character isn't evil anymore, the show calls it a win. The most famous example of this is probably the "Care Bear Stare" from the Care Bears cartoons. That was just a brainwashing attack they used on their enemies.

Cyberchase has pretty simple morality. Motherboard is the ultimate good, while The Hacker is the ultimate evil. However, we are at least a little bit above The Care Bears here. The kids are required to abide by the laws of the different Cybersites that they take action in. They aren't given easy outs like shooting The Hacker until he stops being a villain. That sounds more like a gritty reboot of Cyberchase.

So, let's add one more assumption to the board for "Inside Hacker":

Motherboard has a strong moral framework that leads her to always do the right thing, in spite of any personal biases. She does not seek easy ways out which would compromise her moral framework.

Motherboard was fully on board with the plan that Digit and the kids were executing during the episode that I am about to talk about.

Cyberchase is not The Care Bears.

So, how do we resolve the issue? Well, suppose that The Hacker started out as a good guy, who worked as a technician for Motherboard. He wanted to help make Cyberspace a great place, and all he wanted in return was to go home to his pony and lollipop at the end of the day. But then, one way or another, his personality was altered against his will, and he became obsessed with taking over Cyberspace. He became the villain he is today.

Then, perhaps the action of reprogramming him back to his original self without consent can be justified. After all, the original Hacker is not able to provide his consent. In that case, maybe it falls to Motherboard and Dr. Marbles to become his medical proxy.

Again, I don't think we'll ever see the show confirm this theory. It would just make too much of a mess if we haven't been with the real Hacker for the past 20 years. I do wonder if the implications of these two scenes were put in by the writers intentionally though.

There are other ways to look at this, of course, so let's pull our combined board here.

The Hacker acted strangely after being covered in the Grapes of Plath from the Fountain or Truth. These grapes are known to have repaired the glitch that turned the Crab Prince into a compulsive liar. The Hacker talked about celebrating the Crab Prince's birthday and wanting a pony and a lollipop for his birthday. He was back to normal shortly afterward.

The kids and Digit went forward with a plan to forcibly reprogram The Hacker against his will to turn him from a villain back into his original good self.

2a. We know that reprogramming someone against their will is a villainous act in Cyberspace. Wicked has done it numerous times. When The Hacker wanted to reprogram Digit, he would not proceed without getting his signature on the consent forms, which implies that reprogramming Digit without his consent is a line that The Hacker won't cross.

2b. We assumed that Motherboard has a strong moral framework that leads her to always do the right thing, in spite of any personal biases.

2c. We assumed that Motherboard knew what the kids were up to throughout the episode, rather than just finding out at the very end.

On #1: The incident with the Grapes of Plath could have been a fluke. We still know next to nothing about how the grapes work. It could be like magnetite, which affects all borgs differently. On #2b: Perhaps Motherboard slipped up here with regards to her moral code. Perhaps, in a moment of anger over her own suffering with the virus, she put the kids on their mission to end the threat of The Hacker via forced reprogramming. If so, this is a pretty big black mark on her record.

On #2c: Some of the dialogue in "Inside Hacker" suggests that the kids and Digit came up with the plan. We don't actually see Motherboard's face until the very end. Perhaps she didn't realize what was really going on until that point. And at that point, the important thing was rescuing Matt, not scolding the children.

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Everything You Should Know About Princess Peach: Showtime!

After waiting over 18 years for a new leading role, the stage is set for everyone’s favourite video game royalty to take centre stage in Princess Peach: Showtime! Peach finally gets her own spinoff again, the first one since 2005’s Super Princess Peach on the DS, a natural progression to the more active heroic roles she’s taken in some of the more recent Super Mario games. No longer the damsel in distress, Peach is ready to take off on her own adventure, with her own new allies against her own new antagonist! Showtime is coming to a Nintendo Switch near you on March 22nd, but before then, read on for a handy collection of everything we’ve learned about the game from various trailers and teasers. Actors, take your places - it’s time for a show-stopping performance!

Characters & Plot - Casting Call! The star of the show is, of course, Princess Peach, ruler of the Mushroom Kingdom, longtime ally of the Mario Bros. (when she isn’t in need of rescue, anyway). Attending a strange new theatre show that has popped up out of nowhere, the Sparkle Theatre, Peach finds herself trapped when the theatre is attacked and overrun by the Wicked Grape (above; yes, Peach’s new villain is named Grape). Grape and her minions, the Sour Bunch, take over the theatre and start terrorising the theatre’s remaining staff, the lightbulb-shaped Theets. Stella, the guardian fairy of the theatre, teams up with Peach to bring the fight to Grape and her troupe, retake the theatre and save the day! With a new power dubbed Sparkle, Peach and Stella can aid the Theets and fight off the Sour Bunch, restoring the Sparkle Theatre back to normal, one act at a time - the show must go on!

Gameplay Basics The game features 2.5D sidescrolling levels, with each level portrayed as a stage play. Peach can attack enemies and interact with stage props and Theets with help from Stella, using her ribbon like a whip or grapple. The gameplay shifts genres from stage to stage - the first level revolves around hack-and-slash platforming, followed by cooking minigames of all things in the second level. Clue-sleuthing mystery-solving, sneaky stealth levels, rhythm games - there’s a level for everything, all depending on a central, thematic transformation Peach can use. Much like the Power Stars of Mario games, the main collectables of Showtime are Sparkle Gems. There are 10 Sparkle Gems per level, either rewarded for clearing certain parts of a level or beating challenges, or just hidden around the levels - so keep your eyes peeled! Near the beginning of each level, Peach can use Stella’s Sparkle power to transform into various different costumes, each with their own unique abilities and gameplay. Let’s take a look at them all, shall we?

Transformations The main attraction: Peach’s transformations! From left to right, we have Patissiere Peach, Ninja Peach, Kung-Fu Peach, Cowgirl Peach, Swordfighter Peach, Mighty Peach, Mermaid Peach, Dashing Thief Peach, Figure Skater Peach and Detective Peach. Swordfighter, Kung-Fu, Cowgirl, Figure Skater & Mighty Peach are all seemingly more combat-oriented transformations; Swordfighter with fancy fencing and dodging moves, Kung-Fu with more focus on fighting game-style attacks and combos, Cowgirl lassoing enemies and chasing them on horseback, Figure Skater, well, skating around and battling foes while constantly moving, and Mighty being able to fly about and battle enemies superhero-style with gadgets and super strength. Ninja and Dashing Thief Peach are more stealthy, with Ninja Peach hiding in the environment to sneak-attack unsuspecting enemies and Dashing Thief parkouring across rooftops and hacking security systems. Detective, Patissiere & Mermaid Peach are more utility-themed, minigame-centric transformations - search for clues, interview witnesses and gather evidence as Detective; create tasty treats in timed challenges as Patissiere; and direct fish to grab out-of-reach collectables and beat rhythm minigames with Mermaid’s singing. Each transformation has a specific stage centred around them; Showtime includes a Super Mario 64-esque hub level, with doors leading off from the main room to the actual levels. Each door is labelled with a symbol to represent whichever transformation that level is themed around, with the very first level starring Swordfighter Peach. Better start practising your dodging skills!

That’s just about everything there is to know about Princess Peach: Showtime! before it releases on March 22nd, 2024! I know I’m excited - let me know if you are too! Feedback, reblogs and likes are much appreciated, and thanks for reading!

An Aussie Button-Masher

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