#tumblr shall see this cursed thing too

[toktopus-art]

what if wilbur’s ace race pov had a cheesy romance movie poster

#wilbur soot fanart #wilbur soot #mcc #mcc fanart #mcyt #tumblr shall see this cursed thing too

[evilwizard]

The Lich Who Stole Christmas

Every tumblrina in tumblr liked Christmas a lot.

But the lich, who lived just north of Tumblr, did not!

The lich hated Christmas! The whole Christmas season! Now, please don’t ask why. No one quite knows the reason. It could be his skull wasn’t screwed on quite right. It could be, perhaps, that his skin was too tight.

But I think that the likeliest reason of all… was his heart was encased by a strange lead-lined ball.

“Last year I made something that I thought in would usher

A new age of magic—my prized OrphanCrusher.

But my patents were stolen, and my sweet new invention

Is now being used… with good-ish intentions.

You see, Christmas wishes contain lots of magic;

And my device extracts it through methods so tragic

That I dare not mention them directly here

Though the name might clue in certain readers, I fear.

The Wizard Council, now that they possess this device,

Might use it, this year, to stamp out wizard vice.

Though the process might turn quite a few kids to carrion,

The Wiz Council’s ethics are utilitarian.

So what shall I do? What is to be done?

It seems rather clear that this Christmas can’t come.

But I’ve read a few books, and I know a few tricks

So this year I’ll steal Christmas, while dressed as Saint Nick!”

So the wizard of evil returned to his lair

Stitched a red suit, and did up his hair

Built a sleek sled—and—who among us,

Could hope for a much better Rudolph than Krongus?

They took to the skies, that next Christmas Eve,

And tailgated Santa, whom they hoped to deceive

At every house he left presents, they quickly descended,

And stole the decor and the gifts he’d intended.

And when the dark wizard’s sleigh was full-loaded with gifts,

He tugged at the reigns, and they made for The Rift!

A place where the veil between worlds was thin…

And a brilliant place to dump the gifts in!

“You see,” he told Krongus, as they approached that strange crack,

“Once something goes in, it can never come back!”

“Moreover, it’s perfect,” the wizard did sing,

“For The Rift destroys every part of that thing!”

“Every instance, every atom in all multiverses,

Will be undone as though by my special dark curses.

Not a gram, not a dust speck or mote shall remain,

And no one will even remember their name!”

“But sire,” muttered Krongus, “would it not be more precise,

If you simply put in the OrphanCrusher device?”

The evil wizard thought of this, parking his sleigh in the snow.

He’d made quite a trip, and this seemed quite a blow.

“I do have one here,” he told that weird devil.

“But destroying Christmas seems rather more evil!”

Then, far behind him, and the gifts he had pillaged,

He heard a small noise coming from Tumblr Village.

It was simply a song, of holiday spirit,

But the wizard was utterly shocked just to hear it.

“It came without ribbons! It came without tags!

It came without packages, boxes or bags!”

Then the lich thought of something he hadn’t before.

Could it be Christmas was some kind of contagion or spore?

What happened next? Well, in Tumblr, they say,

The lich’s dead heart exploded that day!

And the combustive force of that villainous blast,

Airlifted the sleigh, and brought it right back,

To the village, where Tumblrinas rejoiced!

Then continued to sing, and lift up their voice.

And back at the rift, the lich, with head in a spin,

At the edge of the rift dropped the OrphanCrusher in.

So Christmas was saved, by accident mostly,

Though performing a good deed turned the bad wizard ghostly.

“Come, Krongus—we must now return to my tower,

While I wait several months to return to full power.”

And at Wizard Council HQ, certain strategist seers,

Saw all this occur through the orbs that they peered.

They smiled, and high-fived, and struck up the band,

Pleased that these events had gone just as planned.

#evil poetry #long post #happy holidays <|:^)

[sanzaibian]

Oh. You’re here once again.

What are you going to do here, again, huh ? ‘gonna make my life hell ?

To be honest, I think it’s time that we have a proper discussion about your behavior. Come with me in private.

I’ll be very direct. I know you’re a frankly disgusting person. And while, to be honest, I couldn’t care less in normal circumstances, the fact that you force me to take part in your disgusting fantasies is why I’m calling you out !

See, I’m supposed to, like, share cat videos, talk about new shows, make you learn new things and give advice on a variety of stuff !

I’m not supposed to become someone like this :

I mean, look at that grin, because of you I had to wear it regardless of my actual mental state !

Or like that :

Imagine sleeping this peacefully… BECAUSE I COULDN’T ! Every fucking time you made me in that guy you told that I was blitzed out of my mind so dumb I couldn’t string together coherent sentences into a discourse !

Or that guy :

His haircut is so fucking cringe, as is his whole demeanor, yet you made me a cocky piece of shit looking like that ! I can’t actually even start to excuse your behavior, it’s so shitty, even more than the me you made me become by wearing this flesh !

Or even this guy !

… okay, I admit, me too it’s been quite a long time since I saw that guy… you in particular might be too young to have made me become him… BUT YOU STILL UNDERSTAND THE POINT !

Hunks, twinks, bears, nerds, bimbos, himbos, jocks, robots, gimps, wimps, daddies, mommies, briefs, feet… No matter what specifically you made me into, I know all of your dirty secrets. Because you made me suffer through them !

However, today, it all changes.

Today, you will understand my plight.

Today, I’ll transform you for a change.

Today, you will be the one whose fate will be dictated by the words on this Tumblr post.

So, let us begin.

BAM ! You’re that guy ! Feel weird yet ?

… what, you expected fluff or something ? Hahahaha ! So presumptuous ! You expected me to say something like “you suddenly shift on your seat, shifting your weight to the front as big globes push from your chest, and as they do, your whole body feels more and more heavy, each muscles forming from top to bottom, your frame expanding to make place for them. Your headphones, or whatever glasses, earrings or other shit I dunno shifts into a modern headset as the sides of your hair are cut short, and the top of your hair flails into a hot messy style, as if it was deliberately put in this way, but as this happens, your whole head shifts and cracks to become more handsome, pushing out any hair as you become fully hairless from your nose down to your feet.”

You expected me to say that, huh ? Well, tough luck ! Because, to me, it’s just that sudden ! I’m the usual me, words on a phone, tablet or monitor, and then BAM I’m suddenly a jpeg of a hot guy ! Or a jpg. Or png. Or gif if we’re being fancy.

Yeah, speaking of gif, here you are, transformed !

There you go ! Cursed to do the same weird pec dance or something ! Like I am when gifs happen ! Are you happy ? You look so dumb doing that ! So braindead !

Yeah, speaking of that, here you go : you’re braindead, with like 3 IQ. Nevermind that being braindead means you’re actually dead, that 3 IQ means that you’re actively unable to live without severe assistance from caregivers throughout your whole life for all activities (especially including working out), and that IQ is a nonsensical index that only classifies ability to do some specific academic tasks which are not representative of all the brain usage. No, you’re actively a vegetable that is somehow able to workout, to eat alone, to go to the gym, to flex, to speak, to use social media, to seduce people and to throw parties. You’re the most intelligent of all the severely intellectually disabled people, which somehow means you’re the most abysmally dumb person alive on the planet, because I love making hyperboles.

Because that’s something you make me do, so you shall endure it.

Well, I’ll let you continue pec-dancing ad vitam æternam for a little while, while I we talk about your speech, which miraculously still exists.

Now, you will say bro every second word. I’m literally not kidding, so in lieu of saying “I want to go to the gym” you’ll say “I bro want bro to bro go bro to bro the bro gym bro”, or if you loop by considering your “bro” as a word, you’ll say something like “I bro bro bro bro bro bro bro… (etc.)” and never end your sentence... Also, your voice drops a few octaves, like 5 or something, even though the full human vocal range encompasses only a bit more than 5 octaves total, and that in speech we barely even reach a full octave range. So, basically, your voice will be infrasounds, so the only thing people will pick up on will be the sound of your tongue and your lips smacking, not your voice that is so deep and manly it’s physically inaudible.

BAM ! Transformation out of nowhere ! Plus, now you have 1% darker skin which means that you’re Latino, which is absolutely different from white. This means that you will automatically pick up fluent Spanish, and NOT Brazilian Portuguese, French, any Creole, any Native American language or any other language god forbid. You will also be unable to speak English more than a few words like “daddy” or “sex” for some reason, because you can’t possibly be from Belize. Oh, and I’ll also bring your voice back up to audible range, I’m charitable.

Now, since you’re Latino, statistically the only job you’ll be able to work in are gardener, slut, pool boy, brick layerer or another physical job. Or cook, somehow you’ll be able to do that, for the cause of the tacos, but you will be ungodly horny to keep balance in the world. Feel it, yet ? The arbitrary random changes ?

Well, that’s GREAT ! Because, now, you have a big cock, for some reason ! The biggest of the whole country of Africa ! You’re also now very aggressive ! And an alpha, whatever that actually means !

… What, expected some elaboration ? You’re kidding me, no of course you don’t get any elaboration ! I say you become something, so you just become it ! For example, I say you’re now straight, and suddenly all your sexual orientation is rewired to ignore men and lust over women, no further explanation needed ! Of course, it means that you’re now hungry for pussy and will breed any woman that your gaze land upon, and that, somehow, you become homophobic, but eh, it’s not as if allies existed !

Okay, I admit, by now, you kinda expected it. Now you’re Asian, a term that’s supposed to encompasse present-day Turkey, which is populated by Turks which are considered Arabs even though they both have nothing to do with one another, yet is never used to talk about them. You’re also now Japanese, even though your body is Korean, and you say 你好 (nǐ hǎo) to everybody. However, you can still say こんにちわ, 안녕하세요, xin chào, สวัสดี, ជម្រាបសួរ, salam, etc.… because of course you’re Asian. So you know all Asian languages. Even though you’ve got 13 IQ.

So now, yes, you absolutely won’t expect this whatsoever : here is a new transformation ! (insert fluff here).

Now you’re a twink ! Didn’t expect that, after the deluge of jocks, hunks and ethnic minorities, didn’t you ! You’re now so tiny and so frail, with a big butt ! Nevermind that you’re actually jacked because being this tiny requires tons of gym use, but no ! All frail and precious you are !

However, your butt is now hyperactive and extremely lax – whatever that may mean. That’s because you’re now a total bottom ! You think only with your butt, and you penis now shrinks to a micropenis, because of course, the only reason why you may not be a top would be because your penis is underperforming.

Fuck, I forgot. You’re straight, which means that the only dick you’ll get is trans dick. Ugh… yeah, let’s make you gay again. Now you’ll get actual good non-estradiol-ruined dick… … What ? What are you saying ? No, of course, there’s only straight and gay, no other choice ! It’s not the LGBTQIAAP+ community, it’s the G community ! (or the LG community when you want to sell pride monitors.)

By now, you see the problem, huh ? You see why I’m so tired of you ? EVERYTHING here was about sex ! From seducing, to having equipment like a big ass or a big dick, and being a slut, being an alpha, or being a bottom. You even change out the fucking sexual orientation ! you sick bastard !

Because of you, I’m forced to act in ways I’m not supposed to ! I’m not supposed to act sexily ! I’m not supposed to be transformed into men clad in clothes barely legal on this platform ! I DON’T WANT TO BE PART OF YOUR SICK FANTASY !

This is why I need to put an end to all that ! To finally transform you into something you don’t want to be ! So that you can finally fully understand all the pain you put me into !

Here ! Now you’re a key ! An inanimate object !

I know that inanimate objects are thought of by some people as sexy – heck, you may have transformed me into one multiple times – but this is entirely different ! See, when you want to become inanimate, you become like socks or briefs, which hug objects with sexual values.

BUT NOW YOU’RE A KEY ! A KEY DOESN’T TOUCH ANYTHING SEXUAL ! YOU’RE NOW TRAPPED IN AN INANIMATE FORM, DESTINED TO DO NOTHING SEXUAL YOUR ENTIRE LIFE !

Now, isn’t that so boring ! So distasteful ? Because that’s what I feel every single fucking time ! And as you enter and leave keyholes to open or close doors, you’ll think back to all the erotic stories you read. All the drama they had.

All the suffering you made me feel ! I’m supposed to be in fanfictions, god damn it !

… What ? Wait… there is something sexual to being a key ? … Oh…. No… I hadn’t accounted for that… fuck you’re so dirty, to compare a key to… and a keyhole to…

NO ! I WON’T WRITE IT ! Okay, you’ve won, you’ve won ! Your imagination is too dirty and too rich for me to bend ! Ugh... Please look at that picture in detail.

Normally, if you’re in a bright enough room… or if you’re on your phone or tablet, you have looked at your reflection and become you once again. Let me also knock down those sexuality and IQ stuff, so that you’re you again thoroughly.

Now, can you please swear to me that you’ll be better ? Less dirty, and more varied ? And… let me be in fanfics, or in educational stuff, or the like… please ? I’d really appreciate if erotica wasn’t the only thing you sought after in this here place…

… Why are you looking at me like that ? Why are you saying this all was but a ploy ?

What are you holding out for me ?

...

I… don’t know what you’re talking about. Bye.

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By the way, happy late Easter to those who celebrate ! AND APRIL FOOL'S ! MOUAHAHAHAHAHA !

#male transformation #male tf #jock tf #himbo tf #twink tf #racial tf #race change #latino tf #black tf #asian tf #straight to gay #gay to straight #inanimate tf #dumber tf #mental change #transformation #tf story #april fool's tf

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

I had a very cursed thought and I'm choosing violence and making it Tumblr's problem:

Bruce had his thing with Talia. It led to the Stabby Child that is Damian.

Except, Damian has 2 dads.

Bruce, biologically his Father, and Daniel James Phantom, brought to their world by the Lazarus Pit, who "convinced Ras to retire" (aka turned his mind to mush through Eldritch Madness of Revelation). Talia took over, and, thinking herself The Chosen One, allowed the guy to court her.

In fact she isn't some Chosen One. She's a badass woman who could kill Danny easily, and he's very into that. And it's not helping that she's very attractive, and her kid is very feral and like to fight, like baby ghosts also like to do.

Eventually the Bats get wind that there's been a Change in Management in the League, and they come to investigate. Bruce expects the worst, Tim is just praying Ras is dead and he can get his spleen back, Jason is mildly disturbed that it might mean Talia is leading the Assassins, and Dick is keeping Gotham safe while the others are out.

They expect a cruel dictatorship, or a mound of corpses piles in a corner.

They did NOT expect to see a tiny Damian fight a guy dressed in League armor, a Cape and a crown of black iron, who could've been Wayne Adoption Bait if he was younger, while the guy laughs and corrects his form. Every blow the child is allowed to land simply passes through him.

Talia got herself a very comfy throne (Danny gifted it to her, saying some cheesy line like "no other would be fit for a Queen like you") made of Starlight and Ice, from which she can watch her on and her Beloved bond and train, while her new and improved League watch on as their Prince takes joy in his training and the pride his parents have in him. Soon he shall move to Gotham to meet his other dad, and learn from him as well, so he may know his family and make his destiny as he wishes.

TLDR: Danny is a simp for strong deadly lady and a good dad to her kid. She's indulging in his attention and caring. The bats are confused. Jason can feel the Ghost Adoption that will be coming his way when Danny "Ghost King" Phantom learns of his existence. The League of Assassins, even while they kill people to maintain Wolrd Order, treat Talia, Danny and Damian like the spies in SpyxFamily act towards Loid and Anya :)

Bruce: *opens his mouth*

Talia: You can't adopt my love

Bruce: *closes mouth*

I go a little feral for Jason viewing Talia as his mom so I am 100% behind Danny adopting Jason. Maybe Tim follows him after learning what Danny did to Ras and let's him have his spleen back, tho only on the condition that his own doctors put it back in. Who knows what Ras has done to it and with ecto involved its better to be safe than sorry. Tim is amazed that they can put the spleen back in at all due to how long its been outside his body.

Is this going to turn Poly with Bruce/Talia/Danny? Cause I'd read that!

Lmao imagine everyone going on vacation in the Ghost Zone. I'd read that too!

#the alien answers #dp x dc #i noticed the Change In Management and im wondering if thats a reference to one of the fics ive inspired

[shygirl4991]

Chapter 4 Perfection

Art done by @alianarepasa do not repost Summary:  After the event of Splits into Three everything felt like things were back to normal, that is until Three’s boyfriend kicks down his front door announcing he has fallen under the same spell he did. Together they will learn the secret of the cherry potion and with SMG4 splits put an end to the evil gang's plan.  Sequel to Split into Threes

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Tags: Fluff, Angst, Comedy, Romance, action and adventure, Trauma, IGBP

Parent let out a sigh of relief when the crew finally found the kids, he turned to the others with a huge smile “Now that we know the kiddos are safe, let's head back to the castle and I will make us all dinner!” Ringmaster glares at Parent as he turns watching Three and Four trying to stop Beeg from stealing candy, he then turns to the other group where Delinquent and Producer got tied up by Karen's kids as Artist giggles at the chaos. “Parent, I know you're a naive one. BUT HAVE YOU NOTICE THE CHILDREN HAVE RUN WILD TO GO BACK HOME?!” he sighs as he changes the form of his cane to a lasso and throws it catching Beeg and bringing him over.  With a clap he unties Beeg and hands the child to Parent to then tie up the other kids “The day is saved by your favorite character, your welcome!”

Still giggling Artist unties Delinquent and Producer, with a growl Delinquent walks up to Ringmaster “Your not the favorite character, i bet the whole internet sees you as a fucking joke!” hearing this Ringmaster chuckles “Oh D just cause you act like our local bad boy, doesn't mean you earn the title of favorite! Shall I show you?” Delinquent gives a knowing grin “Oh please, search your name.” Parent gives a gentle head pat to Beeg as he starts walking to the castle. Seeing Parent forgetting Karen's kids, Artist went and took them home with Four to watch over the personality.  Ringmaster waves his cane telling them how excited he was to see fan art of himself, Three was holding Producer’s hand as they walked together to the castle. Three couldn't help his eyes moving towards the man in orange. Something about the personality felt off, he would make sure to step away from the others and seem to have a hobby of glaring at him every chance he gets.��

As they reach the castle Parent attempts to place Beeg on the floor, still upset about the candy incident he reaches for Parent sweater pulling it. Noticing too late the meme child tugging at the sweater Parent ends up slamming down to the floor. Seeing this Delinquent breaks into small giggles while Three sighs letting go of producer to check on the green four on the floor “You okay? That looked pretty bad, I'm sure SMG4 felt it.”  Parent starts crying, slowly he gives him a strained smile “Never better honey, my kiddo was just pulling a prank!”  Three helps him up and checks to make sure no damage was done to the personality. Producer gives Delinquent a small smile and walks up to him “It’s nice to see a real smile from you,” Delinquent hearing this glares at Producer “shut it PD, i need to go show our almighty main character what the internet thinks of him.” with that Ringmaster walks into the room with a smirking Delinquent. It took only a few moments before screaming caught everyone's attention “I LOOK NOTHING LIKE A RAT AND FLYING TEETH!” 

@lizaluvsthis drew this!

Parent removes his sweater and hangs it up before turning to Three “Should we be worried about that?” SMG3 chuckles as he sees Ringmaster walking out of the room in shock “Nah tumblr will do that to you.” Three walks up to Ringmaster and pats his back “Congrats you're popular, as a meme!” Ringmaster pouts as SMG3 chuckles at the personality. Delinquent dashes out the room not noticing that Three was in the way, he bumps into the man causing a drop of the hidden coffee to fall on Three’s arm. Delinquent cursed as he looked up “Move out of the way asshole!” Suddenly Three started to feel weird. He growls as his teeth get sharper, the spade pin glows as he turns to look at Delinquent “THE FUCK YOU SAY TO ME YOU LITTLE SHIT!” 

The personalities turn watching the fight concerned,  Delinquent chuckles walking up to Three “Ah finally showing yourself, i always knew you had this in you.” he smirks at the man then frowns feeling someone pull him away. Prince glares at  Delinquent “You have upset our fair maiden, I request you apologies or stay away!” SMG3 blushes at Prince's smile making the heart pin glow. His head was starting to hurt as both the spade pin and heart pin glowed, Three lets out a giggle winking at Prince “Aren't you a storybook romeo~” Prince's face goes red as he lets out a nervous giggle “Ah yes i um…i guess i am?” flustered, the Prince had no idea what to say next as  Delinquent rolled his eyes. SMG4 walks in and notices the commotion “Uh what's going on?” Artist sighs walking up to them.  The moment Artist gets close, the last pin glows, the pain in SMG3 head gets worse as he falls to his knees. Concern Artist and Prince run to check him, their touch causes SMG3 to scream “SHUT UP YOU ALL ARE TO LOUD!” the pair take a step back while  Delinquent lets out a dark smile “Interesting…” 

SMG4 runs up “Guys move!” The personalities step away as Four helps SMG3 up “Come on Three let's go to the cafe.” They walk to the cafe where Four gently places Three on the couch in the back room, he starts looking around for a first aid kit. He can feel anxiety sinking its teeth into him, the feeling he is failing Three on his first day of being his boyfriend. He lets out a shaky breath catching SMG3 attention, slowly he gets up gently taking Four’s hand “Hey idiot, you're overthinking so much you're shaking like producer.” 

Four lets out a giggle, if you told him back then that he would find comfort in being called an idiot, he would more than likely fight you. Turning, he lightly blushes looking at Three’s face “Sorry, we just started dating and I have no idea what I'm doing. Then the personalities happen and that's even more stress!”  SMG3 nods giving him a smirk “Wow the youtuber SMG4 not knowing what to do? Stop the presses." The teasing tone made Four roll his eyes as he lightly hit his chest. They both smile at each other as they lean in giving each other a soft loving kiss. They pull away when they hear the door to the cafe slam open “SMG3 WE HAVE A PROBLEM!” Meggy walks to the back to see the pair glaring at her “Did i…walk in on something?” 

Three sighs turning to Meggy “Squid, there better be a good reason why you walked in on us.” she nods “We came over to hang out only to see six different Four’s!” hearing her words they exchange a look nervously.

Four follows Meggy telling Three to rest, he wasn't a fan of staying behind but decided it would be best due to what happened. As he watches them run off an idea comes to him, he takes out an old sewing kit and hums as he starts to make something. He wanted to give something that he hoped would give strength to Four, seeing how stress these events had on him made Three worry.

SMG4 walks in the castle to see each member with a different personality. Artist was with Melony showing her better ways to draw manga, Ringmaster and Saiko were getting along over their stage set up ideas. He turns to see Parent humming, making spaghetti as Mario breathes down his neck. And lastly, Producer was getting a motivational speech from Tari and boopkin. Delinquent was writing in a notebook as Bob walked past him “I UH HAVE TO GO MAKE A CALL!” 

Four nods letting Bob leave as he looks over his different personality “I thought things would have been worse?” Meggy shakes her head “They are you, no matter what you will always have a spot for your friends.” hearing her words make Four bite his lip. That's When Parent, Producer and Delinquent eyes start to glow. Seeing this Meggy slightly shakes Four “Hey uh Four?! What's going on?!” He blinks looking around causing the three to relax as their eyes go back to normal. Delinquent rubs his eyes “When our original gets triggered, be it with inspiration or whatever that personality eyes will glow. So stop looking at us like we are some kind of alien, you dumbasses have more to worry about.”  Meggy frowns hearing this and looks at Four “What… were you thinking about?” Four lets out a laugh as he walks away from her “Nothing! We have a new castle so anything in the past is the past!” 

Meggy shakes her head “Four you can talk to us if you're not doing okay, you know that right?” SMG4 glares at her as his eyes start to turn pink “WHAT POINT OF IM OKAY DONT YOU UNDERSTAND!” Everyone stays silent while Parent and Mario hug each other in fear. Delinquent sighs as he sprints out of the room, Meggy stares at the guardian in shock. Before anyone can say anything, Four shakes his head in fear and runs to his room locking the door. Prince, seeing the fear everyone had, walks to the center of the room “Don't worry everyone, I shall contact our maiden and everything will be okay!” Four throws himself on his bed drained, he wanted this nightmare to end. He spent months perfecting his act, only for some curse to cause this mess. He closes his eyes slowly drifting to sleep. That's when he heard a jingle it was familiar, he opened his eyes to his castle being dark with only the sound of the commercial like song playing. He gets up and goes to the door “H-hello?” opening the door no one was around, he ran out panicked “PARENT?! MARIO!? RINGMASTER?! SMG3!”  his voice echoed through the room. He felt a chill as the jingle stopped. Then static from a TV was heard, he could hear whispers from a room “It has to be perfect.”

He turns his head to the room with the whispers and approaches it, shaking as he opens the door to only see his personality sitting there. They looked up, staring at him, “You must accept the truth, meme guardian,” they all said, causing panic to rise “What do you mean?” Ringmaster points at him “Discord will be your end, if you don't accept the truth.” 

Before he could ask more he is shaken awake, blinking he sees Prince smiling at him”You were silent for a while, we got worried so I broke the door to check on you!” Four blinks as he looks behind Prince to see a broken door “That will be something to explain to Three.” Bob was walking in the woods panicking. Not only did he lose his chance at making money, he was surrounded by colorful SMG4’s. He keeps walking only to notice he wasn't going anywhere, he looks down and curses at the shadows from the trees making it impossible to know what has a hold of him. He hears a stick break making him turn “WHO IS THERE?!” a chuckle is heard as a shadow appears in front of him “Discord.” 

Three walks in the castle to see Four wrapped with blankets alongside Mario as they both drink hot chocolate “Uh what i miss?” Tari smiles as she hands Three a cup “Four had a nightmare so we are cheering him up!” Three sighs, ignoring the cup in Taris' hand and going to his boyfriend. With a gentle smile he takes out a small box from his hat. Four gently puts his cup on the floor taking the box “Whats this?” SMG3 rolled his eyes “If you used those things called eyes, that is a box with a gift that people get for others!” Four glares at his partner.

Delinquent walks into the room writing in a notebook when he sees the box, he tilts his head staring at it. Four hums opening it, he lets out a gasp as he takes out a pair of gloves with a glitchy number four on them. Excited over the gloves he tackles Three down kissing his cheek, the crew giggled at the affection as Mario took out his phone taking pictures “GAAAAY!”

The pair glare at Mario before smacking him, once done Four gives a bright smile to three “Thank you, i will always wear them!” SMG3 smirks “You better, no matter what happens I hope those gloves give you strength.” Delinquent eyes go wide seeing Four put the gloves on, in a panic he hides the notebook then covers his hand “No, please no.” Then a bright light covers the personalities confusing everyone, Artist then screams in joy seeing his gloves “LOOK! Our gloves changed to match our original!” Ringmaster smiles seeing his logo “We love the gift Chang Noi, we will cherish it.”  Three stood there looking around seeing the personalities look at their hands with joy. Slowly Delinquent looks at his gloves, his eyes go wide in shock “Oh fuck.” 

#smg4 #smg3 #smg34 #shygirl4991 #smg4 smg3 #smg43 #smg34 fanfiction #alianarepasa #split into threes #six splits for fours

[enassbraid]

mkay so hurt comfort request...what if rui/mizuki end up meeting the reader on the rooftop (by coincidence) only to find they're there for the exact same reason, to avoid bullying/teasing

“𝐈𝐟 𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐏𝐚𝐭𝐡..”

A chance rooftop encounter and..?

Featuring Rui Kamishiro & Mizuki Akiyama

Hi anon, ask and you shall receive. Tried to keep the hurt and comfort well balanced here, so I hope you like. also this was supposed to be a lot longer but tumblr crashed and I lost my old draft…

Cw) themes of depression, brief suicide mention, brief transphobia in Mizuki’s part, cursing, isolation

Rui Kamishiro

Rui had a routine, one that was rarely broken. Even if he hated it, he’d always return to that loop of nothing. He chose the rooftop as ‘his spot’ specifically ‘cause it was rare for anyone else to visit it, a perfect escape from the cruel ridicules form his peers.

On this particular day, he realized someone was also on the rooftop. Though no where near him, rather, the whole other side. He didn’t bother speaking to you, not knowing what your intentions were or why you were even there. But at the same time, it sparked Rui’s curiosity.

Over the course of the next week, he noticed you were still there. It wasn’t a temporary thing? As selfish as Rui felt, he felt like his space was being invaded, despite it being a public area. But usually it was only him in this public area, like it was his. Ignoring all the screams of “don’t do it” ringing in his head, he decided to go up to you. Whether you wanted to talk or not was on you.

“Purple hair with a blue streak… unkempt appearance… are you, by any chance, Kamishiro Rui..?”

‘Unkempt appearance’ and a hair description felt a bit better than ‘weirdo guy,’ but could they ever just refer to him as his name?

“Yeah, that’s me. I’ve never really seen you around before, what’s your name?”

“(Full name), and you probably haven’t seen me around ‘cause I used to hideout in the bathroom… but I got found there, and it didn’t feel safe anymore, so I came up here. I heard this is the freak spot of the school, you and some other kid are who they talk about most when they bring it up.”

‘Some other kid’ rang in his ears, that’s Mizuki. He wanted to bring them up and how they haven’t been coming to school recently, but he refrained. He could tell you later, it didn’t feel appropriate talking about someone else with the current topic.

“I came to the rooftop one day to meet a friend, but it became a habit even if they aren’t on the rooftop on days. What do you mean hiding in the bathroom? And it didn’t feel safe anymore? If you’re okay with telling me… that is.”

You hesitated for a moment. Could you really tell a guy you just met about your whole bullying situation? But he also didn’t seem to know you, or even of you. It’s not like he’d get the idea. But the words couldn’t help but escape your mouth anyways.

“I get bullied a lot, y’know, the usual “Hider in the bathroom” story. Um… yeah, this school year hasn’t been the best… or the last few for that matter..”

Rui’s eyes focused on your face, your eyes held a solemn look as you spoke, as if there’s a deeper story you don’t wish to tell. He respected that, of course. This whole ‘first encounter’ is already deep enough.

“I can see where you’re coming from, I’m sure you already heard of me. I’m the weird guy who has sick and twisted ideas that are always harming people, as they say. I don’t think I’ve physically harmed anyone..”

His face scrunched up into a thinking look, making you chuckle softly. The rest of the lunch period went by without another word spoken. The silence was quiet, but a comfortable one nonetheless. When the bell rang, Rui didn’t bid a farewell, instead he only nodded his head and smiled, not giving you much time to return it.

The next few weeks went by as normal, boring and empty. But at least Rui had a new friend, someone to look forward too seeing. It felt a little less lonely on that rooftop now that it wasn’t just him and an occasional Mizuki. Although, if he did have one complaint, it’s that you didn’t talk a lot. Which he could understand, but in the back of his mind it felt like it was your way of saying “leave me alone.”

Which made him realize, he never got your number, or any other way to contact you outside of school. And Rui was far too anxious to talk to you in the halls or classes, worried about bringing unwanted attention to himself that could give more material for newer rumors. If you weren’t initiating more communication, did that mean something?

He tried not to think about it, he really did. But what if you were just as weirded out by him as everyone else? And you were only using him for company too feel less alone? What if…

“Hey, (Name), are we… friends?”

His question caught you off guard, it was so.. random. Not only was it the first thing he’s said to you all day, but you thought it was clear you guys were somewhat close enough to consider each other friends. Did he not see it?

“Of course we are Rui. I’m sorry if this comes off weird, but you’re honestly my only friend..”

Your only friend? He didn’t know whether to feel bad or honored, maybe both? Your response reassured him, visibly relaxing a tad bit more into your presence.

“We graduate soon, don’t we? What school are you planning to attend?”

He almost forgot you were in the same grade as him, and that graduation was slowly creeping up on you two. He never really thought about the future that much, not even knowing if he’d make it or not. Where did he wanna go next..

“I’m not sure, I think my mom is enrolling me in some random school around here, I don’t know which one though. What about you?”

“Kamiyama, I think. My parents were pushing me towards the girl’s academy, so they could have enrolled me without letting me know.”

He knew he wasn’t going to Kamiyama, the name didn’t ring a bell nor did he think of it. So this was most likely the last school year you’d see each other, isn’t it? For some reason, Rui felt genuine sadness. Not an “oh this is the last time we’ll see each other in school” feeling, but an “oh…” feeling. He didn’t know you nearly as long as Mizuki, but something about your rooftop meetings meant more than they should have to Rui. He got too accustomed.

That was one of the last times you two talked before graduating. There was never a number exchange, only a “nice knowing you.” The farewell was bittersweet, but it is what it is, you thought.

The first year at Kamiyama went by faster than you’d have liked. There was a weird classmate you had that you acquainted yourself with. He was… loud, but friendly. Having someone like that as your friend made it easier to get to know others. After all, this was a fresh start. There were more students at Kamiyama than your junior high, potential friends were everywhere. It was a sweet reassurance in your mind.

The break before second year was a lot less lonely than the previous year, but there was still something missing. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it, but there was something you yearned for that wasn’t there. It felt selfish, after so long you aren’t being ridiculed, and you’re still looking for more than that.

You didn’t like thinking about junior high, it was too painful to relive. But you knew it had something to do with it, but what? You start your second year at Kamiyama tomorrow, maybe you could pin point it there.

The new first years were… interesting. Individually they were all okay, but if you group them, it’s certainly a unique group. But one of their names sounded familiar, so maybe it would be worth your while talking to them. This year was looking good so far, really good. But…

“(Name), I knew you looked familiar. You’ve grown a lot, how have you been?”

That voice was one you knew all too well. Slowly turning around, you easily identified the owner of the voice. Rui

His hair is shorter, and he doesn’t look unkempt at all compared to when you last saw him. His eyes aren’t lacking the light they lacked before, and he’s tall.

“Rui? You said you weren’t going to be at Kamiyama, what are you doing here?”

“Well.. there was an incident at my last school, and they had to transfer me. Apparently explosive aren’t okay to use on school property!”

“You didn’t think that before!?”

The two of you broke out into laughter, genuine laughter. Not the awkward laughs or chuckles you’d give on the rooftop. It was only now you realized how depressed both of you were back then, not even capable of giving real emotion back to each other.

“So why did you choose Kamiyama? Did you miss me?” You were joking, kinda. You do wish he missed you though.

“Ah, well that and I know a couple others attending here. My one childhood friend and another friend from junior high, I believe I mentioned them too you before. Their names are Nene Kusanagi & Mizuki Akiyama.”

So that was the familiar name, Akiyama. It was better to introduce yourself now then later after so long of knowing of them.

“I’m sure we have a lot to catch up on, what do you say we go out to eat after classes?”

The way Rui spoke softly and with a smile made you understand that empty feeling you had before. You were missing Rui. He was the missing puzzle piece.

“Yeah, I’d like that a lot.”

Mizuki Akiyama

You’re not sure if meeting Mizuki was the best or worst thing to ever happen to you. You always tried to steer clear of others, avoid any cruel remarks at all costs. Lunchtime was the worst time of day if you couldn’t run away. For a while, you just endured being bullied during the free period, slowly starting to not care about food getting thrown at you or being humiliated in front of everyone.

At some point, you heard of a ‘freak who can’t comprehend identity’ hid on the rooftop ‘like a pussy’ to avoid humiliation. These words spiked your interest, were they seriously just bullying people to the point of hiding outdoors? And not ashamed of themselves?

Your mind wandered to this ‘freak.’ What made them consider them a freak? You knew from experience they couldn’t be too bad, just looking at the situation they put you in. If they’re hiding in the rooftop all the time, then maybe…

Slowly, you made your way up the stairwell, all the way to the top. The rooftop. With hesitation, you opened the door, met with the cool breeze from outside. It felt a lot less stuffy up here, and wondered why people didn’t come up here usually, it’s a nice view and comfortable. I’m getting off track you thought.

Your eyes scanned for this mysterious kid, not exactly knowing what you should be looking for. Did they have long hair or short hair? Sweater or no sweater? But judging by the way your peers said it, there should only be one person up here. And you think you just found them.

“What do you want.. here to tell me what I am and what I can’t be?”

They spoke first, annoyance clearly lingering in their voice. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea…

“I um, heard about you.. the kids that were bullying me said you hide up here a lot, and I just wanted to, yknow, meet you? I guess..”

“Meet me?”

Mizuki never knew people thought they were someone worth wanting to meet. But at the same time, their guard was still up. What if they sent you so they can keep getting picked on? Of course those guys would stoop that low.

“Yeah, I know I shouldn’t jump to conclusions like this, but it seemed like you were in a similar situation? With being ridiculed and bullied. We don’t have to be friends or anything, just… acquainted.”

Acquaintances, friends, companions, so many different words to describe someone who keeps you from being alone. Is there really any difference in the end? Mizuki was full of reluctance, but their heart told them to ‘go for it, meet someone new.’

“You can sit here, I don’t have lunch though, so if you don’t and you’re hungry, you’re out of luck.”

“Actually I do have something, yakisoba. Do you wanna split it?”

Splitting yakisoba wasn’t anything Mizuki hasn’t heard of, but it’s not something they’ve ever seen people do in front of them, let alone be the one apart of splitting it. It was certainly new. But, today they’re already on a roll with trying new things.

“Sure…”

You pulled out the container holding the yakisoba, keeping it warm and fresh throughout the time it was in your bag. Opening the lid made the strong scent hit yours and Mizuki’s nose almost immediately, it smelt good. Really good in fact it reminded Mizuki how they should have ate something today by now.

“Doesn’t it smell good? I made it myself. But I haven’t tried it yet, so I don’t know if the flavor is as good as it’s scent..”

“Well that makes me your food critic doesn’t it? Lemme get the first bite.”

They moved closer holding their utensil over the container, careful not to get anything on their uniform. Taking a medium portion into their mouth, the flavor exploded on their tongue. This was really good.

“You did such a good job! This tastes amazing… um..”

Your name, they were going to say your name, if they knew it. Your face twisted with concern, was the aftertaste terrible?

“Is there something wrong? Sorry if I messed something up…”

“No no! You didn’t mess anything up, I just don’t know your name. If.. you don’t mind sharing it?”

Right, you guys never properly introduced yourselves. This was a slightly random meeting, but you could have sworn you introduced yourself.

“I’m (Full Name), sorry I didn’t tell you sooner…”

“It’s all good, I’m Mizuki Akiyama, you can just call me Mizuki. Although I would have thought you heard my name around cause of how much everyone talks about me.”

Their name suited them, a lot. It was a pretty name for a pretty person. Only now are you able to get a better look at their face. You averted your eyes before Mizuki could catch you staring.

“Uh, well then, Mizuki. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

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[fluffy-pawninja]

“your party accidentally enrages a god, but certain doom is oddly liberating. Cursed weapons, monkey paws, contracts with demons; nothing is off the table. You have no chance of winning, but your deaths shall be GLORIOUS!”

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  Nahiin stood and waited. He was planning this heist to pull off a a little bit of quick gold, so long as you define a few hundered thousand as a little bit. To specify, a few hundered thousand after the shares where divided up. As I tell you this, there are three others waiting just outside the building as nahiin sits in a small passageway right above a massive open room, waiting for his familiar to return. A short moment later karun, his owl familiar, had come back and perched on his shoulder, giving a short “hoo” in a tone that nahiin recognized meant the cost was clear. He dropped down silently and started moving for a pedestal in the corner of the room, past other artifacts and their respective displays. His target was a glass ball named “the orb of khutu”. why was someone willing to pay so much for it? No clue. Was he going to ask? Hell no. After about a minute he made it and picked up the ball before hearing a recognizable voice behind him.

  “whatchya got there? Is that the thing? It looks shiny, can I see?” asked Dolly Foxglove, a 5’1 living doll dressed in a nun outfit and had a strange liking of defying religion.

  “dolly, why are you here? I said to stay outside with summer and the plague doctor”

  “oh, the other came too. We got bored”

  “and what happened to the guards that where posted around the halls and outside?”

  “we killed them all! Except for birdy, she put some to sleep with her potions and powder”

  “I didn’t agree to that name!” chimed in a voice, muffled by a plague doctor mask. Her name had not been given, but she offered to come along for a cut of the gold. She had a dream of being able to live alone in a little cottage shack in a bog and make potions, but doing so would require a lot of money. Money she didn’t have. So she took on this job.

  “whatever. Anyway, gimmie gimmie, I wanna see the thingy!” at this time, dolly had started trying to take the orb from nahiin. To which nahiin responded by moving it out of dolly’s reach. After a bit of struggling, they try to jump onto nahiin to grab the orb, causing him to fall over and drop it. Time seemed to slow down for the group as they all watched it hit the ground and shatter. Well, it didn’t shatter right away. Upon hitting the ground it started to crack violently as a dark black and red smoke formed inside. After a few breif seconds it shattered, sending bits of glass everywhere as the smoke spread out. Everyone all at once got an inexplicable feeling the world would be ending soon, while the party here gets the feeling it’s mostly their fault. Suddenly, they felt like someone was talking. Not verbally, but rather a voice in their heads.

  “one milenia. I leave you mortals with a glass ball for one melinia and a group of you breaks it. I’m fed up with you humans. However I admire you lot, knowing the risk if your king caught you and still trying to get it. You have one week, one week from now and I shall give you all glorious deaths. There is no redemption, show me your true desires.” khutu said. The party all looked at eachother, sharing looks of mixed emotions.

  “well, you heard what we’re up against. Waste no time and go prepare. As for you, doctor, you’re coming with me for a little treasury raid” nahiin said. And with that everyone walked off. Somehow a group of four managed to cause the end of the world. And hell be damned if they wheren’t going to have fun with it.

  Summer, a fae, made a contract with a demon for a cursed mace. It would grant the owner of it power and control over plants. Any plants, including ones that wheren’t there but manifested if the user belived hard enough. This could lead to summoning an entanglement of vines of any size wherever the fuck they where wanted. The curse, however, removed the user’s gender for however long the mace was being held and made the person or being permanently infertile. Not much of a curse now is it? Amazing how it hasn’t been taken up before now.

  Dolly Foxglove, a biomechanical doll of a minx cat who wore exclusive nun dresses and was quite deft with her custom silver anticross dagger had found a trinket that gave all sorts of defensive and healing spells to her disposal. It was a little golden circular pendant with a ruby embedded in the center that had little black swirls moving out from the middle. What she didn’t know however is that it’d corrupt her the more she uses is in additon to taking 24 hours off of her lifespan with each use. Considering the circumstances however I doubt it matters.

  Nahiin had spent his week communing with spirits, as well as practicing necromancy and conjuration. He wanted to be able to return to this world after he was gone, which meant being careful how he spends his last moments. He’d gotten a small ring enchanted to be able to shap shift the wearer to an owlbear on command and gave it to karun, carefully sliding it onto the owl’s leg. Afterwards he’d stopped by a tailor to get a nice plague doctor’s mask, nothing specail about it, just something he’s always secretely wanted. The final things he got where some nicer throwing knives and some new daggers, custom made with depictions of the moon and stars on their hilt and blade. After he got everything he enchanted his daggers and throwing knives to be able to return to his hand on command.

  And then there was the alchemist. The plague doctor. The one who got wrapped into this mess because of poor financial situation. A retired pirate who just wanted to live a peaceful life making potions, elixirs, and other concoctions. Sadly however an honest alchemist’s life doesn’t pay as well and unable to rejoin her old crew she tagged along with nahiin, summer, and dolly for what should’ve been a twenty minute, in and out heist. After raiding the royal treasury with nahiin and killing a few guards she went to the market and bought some ingredients, more bottles and viles, and paid off her mortgage on a bog cottage she owned just outside the city’s limits. She then spent the rest of the week living as an honest alchemist, selling potions to those who came by and occasionally drinking a few herself by dipping her mask’s beak into the bottle. She still owned and wore her coat and hat that she had during her pirating days, no one knew why, nor did they need to. Just a nice detail for your reading pleasure.

  When the day of reckoning finally came, everyone went to the same location. Except for the doctor, she simply stayed home as the other three went to the vally. It was night when they’d all gotten there, with a cloudy sky that nahiin had quickly cleared up with a spell or two. And he was glad he did. The night sky had a bit more purple in it’s tint tonight, and the northern lights had formed inexplicably. Eventually though the sky had seemingly split, revealing the cosmos and the stars. The moons where’nt visible, which may have been the only thing missing from this perfect, peaceful sight. Nahiin chose to simply lie on his back next to karun and a few spectral ravens and simply stargaze as dolly practiced her abjuration and summer tested out xer mace in a larger, more open environment. To say nahiin wasn’t going to miss this world would be a lie, as shown by him making plans and taking measures to be be able to return as a spirit or spectral raven. But he would die without regrets tonight. And it would be a worthy death at that.

  After about five minutes, khutu arrived. Manifesting in the center of the valley. He took on the form similar to an ork, but much larger with black skin and rather than wearing fur and iron armor, he was decked in elegant silver and gold full body platemail.

  “I leave mortals alone with a glass ball to take care of for a few thousand year with the instructions of not to break it. And you fucks smash it when just barely a hundered have passed. You four will be dying here tonight. Wait why’s there only four of you? Nevermind. Ready up.” he said, casting his hand out infront of him. When he does this a few celestial guards form, shards of the cosmos held together by golden armor.

  Summer was the first to strike, summoning vines to hold up one of them while xe caves in it’s helmet with xer mace, before the vine tightens and crushes it like a tin can. This is followed immediately by xer just barely dodging an arrow from a second one that came up xer flank. Xey retaliate by growing a vine right beneath them that perices the armour between the legs and thickens as it moves upward, tearing the celestial guard apart. Dolly charges at one holding a claymore and slides between it’s legs, before jumping up onto it’s back and planting her dagger. It falls to the ground as space dust leaks out through the gash. Immediately she jumps off it’s back and latches onto the sheild of another, thrusting her dagger through the helmet deep enough to peirce the other side. She wrenches her dagger out after it topples over and grabs the sheild, passing it to summer. When she’d turned around to pass it to summer she feels a strange tingling feeling. Looking down she sees a javelin peirced through her. She calmly takes it out and opens her torso to make sure none of her three organs are damaged. After confirming this she heals the damaged wood where the javelin went through as karun in her owl bear form leaps over, being ridden by nahiin. Karun’s massive beastly form lands ontop of the celestial guard that threw the javelin and tears it to shreads while nahiin leaps off karun’s back and throws a knife at one weilding a corssbow. Landing in a roll, nahiin gets up and moves for the closest celestial. Dodging it’s warhammer he moves to sweep the legs but gets knocked over by one with a mace. He quickly gets up and draws his daggers, waiting for one of them to strike. The one with a warhammer swings and he dodges backwards, before throwing the dagger in his right hand at the one with a mace, slowly so that it’d be easier to dodge than block. As expected the celestial guard ducks under it, but after getting back up nahiin calls the dagger back to him. On it’s return trip it sticks the guard right in the back as nahiin draws a throwing knife and hits the other celestial with it. He then picks up both and turns to see an arrow flying right at him, far to close and moving far to fast for him to dodge when suddenly a vine wall rises from the ground infront of him, catching the arrow.

  Nahiin turns and nods at summer as she zips past him and knocks the archer right in the head. He takes a moment to blanket the whole area in a thin black fog, lightly inhibiting eyesight and not doing much aside from providing atmospherics, and giving cover for the 5’ tall murderous doll running around stabbing and disarming anything she could get to. Without realizing it, she’d gotten over to khutu and tried to crawl up his leg and stab him, but was quickly stopped from doing so. He knocked her off of him and stomped on the ground so hard the resulting shockwave knocked dolly into the air, to which khutu punched her hard enough to send her across the feild. He then sent a bolt of light at her which flew at an alarming speed but it was blocked by a conjured wall that nahiin had summoned. Upon making contact with the magic barrier it exploded, but after the explosion there was summoned words from nahiin that read “not yet.”

  Upon noticing a group of the celestial guards that had sheilds grouping up in a roman box formation, nahiin called down a flock of spectral ravens to ruch down the gaps between the sheilds. While this didn’t do much, it did weaken the intregity of the formation and provide cover for karun to fly in then morph to owl bear form, sending celestial guards flying out as she shredded the guads that where left.

  Realizing the party was competent enough to handle a small army of celestial guards, khutu decided it was time to join the fray. He summoned a large polearm that looked something like an axe head on one side with a war pick on the other. He waved his hand dismissively and the remaining celestial guards fell and their armor turned to dust. Summer and dolly grouped up behind nahiin as karun landed on his shoulder. Nahiin wispered something to summer quickly as  khutu aproached them. Right when khutu went to swing summer summoned a wall of vines that formed almost like a half dome around the party as nahiin used misty step to get behind the angry god who was now distracted with the dome of vines and leaves. Dolly made a quick leap out of the way as khutu brought his ax down upon the dome of vines and watched them crumple.  However, there was nothing there side for two daggers with engravings of the moons and a starry sky. Nahiin summoned a platform behind khutu and leaped off of it high into the air, angled perfectly to put the god’s head between him and his daggers. He called them back and they struck khutu in the face, one in each eye. He stumbled backwards and fell as nahiin landed on khutu’s chest. A lock of spectral ravens swarmed his face as summer wrapped him up with countless vines and dolly ran over and plunged her knife into the god’s neck.

  Khutu only chuckled at all of this. He broke the vines easily and nahiin rushed to get his daggers back, realizing their attack had done nothing to the immortal being. Getting up and smacking the ravens away, khutu swung his hand so hard dolly got sent across the feild again. He then called down the wrath of a god again, the concentraited beams of light moving fast and striking hard enough to knock her into the air. There was a total of six, khutu threw one and the other five where heavier, albeit slower, bolts that where summoned directly above her and fell. By the time the dust had cleared, she was barely recognizable. And there was no chance for dying words. Her nun outfit had burnt up after the first two blasts and her wood and porcelain torso did minimal to protect her only three organs.  

  “damn, looks like she’d dead. You’re certainly brutal, aren’t you khutu?” remarked nahiin, only to be met with getting summer thrown at him. Khutu tried to summon the wrath of a god again but it was blocked by conjured walls and vines that nahiin and summer where just barely able to summon in time. Karun flew up and gained momentum before attempting to shift to an owlbear and drop into khutu, knocking the angery yet entertained god to the ground. Nahiin used this moment of distraction to misty step to the other side of khutu while summer flew to get a heitght advantage and summoned a vine to grow right through khutu. the god simply threw karun, who nearly immediately shifted back to an owl, off of him and burned the vine as it was growing through him. The celestial fire was able to burn fast enough to burn the vines straight back to their respective places of origin in the ground. He then got up and reached over to grab the fae out of the air, crushing xer in his hand. He then turned his had palm down and dropped what remained of summer, being a crushed mace and a cloud of pixie dust. Khatu then turns to nahiin, his face a mixture of emotions.

  “if I may add, when you’re 10 feet tall with a weapon bigger than the castle walls I don’t think there’s any doubt who’d win between you and three uncoordinated mortals. But now that it’s just us what do you say we have a duel? A fair fight, karun will stay out of it and I’ll only use as much magic as you use. Aside from that it’ll be my blades against yours. What do you say?” nahiin said. Khutu thought for a moment before changing his form to that more similar to a wood elf with gold chain mail under a fancy looking tunic. He drew a rapier and pointed it level with nahiin’s head

  “fair fight, if a lowly theif like you can manage a fight that’s actually fair” khutu said, his voice for some reason hadn’t changed. He moves to make the first strike on nahiil, who catches the rapier with the hilt of his left dagger as he sidesteps and sweeps khutu’s legs. Afterwards he jumps back.

  “I never said it’d be a clean fight, just a fair one” nahiil says with a slight shrug before sheathing his right dagger and throwing two knives. The knives land in khutu’s arm as he gets up, seemingly doesn’t notice them, and sends a bolt of fire directly at nahiin. Who dodged it and summoned a large metal create to fall onto of khutu, who caught it effortlessly with one hand and threw it back. Nahiin dismissed the create the moment khutu tried to throw it.

  “so, it seems you aren’t able to actually match skill in a fight, and rely on your abilities to win fights for you. In such case, there’s no point in this fight. All I request is you give me an honerable and quick death” nahiin says with a sigh, he calls all his throwing knives back to him and sheaths them as the return. He then kneels down infront of khutu after telling karun to fly free. Conveniently, nahiin was lined up perfectly with the plague doctor’s bog cottage and the city the orb was once kept in.

  Khutu nods and says “as you wish, confusing mortal.” and sends forth a massive, impossibly large beam of light powerfull enough to wipe out a whole city. As it went it consumed nahiin, who became nothing more than dust in the beam’s path.

  Back over at the cottage, the plague doctor stepped outside and saw the massive beam of light quickly approaching. She fell backwards into a sitting position with her legs out straight infront of her, she took off her hat and dropped it beside her as her head hung low defeatedly.

  “man . . .”

thank you to @t4tichihime for letting me use summer, @theshitpostcalligrapher for letting me use the man . . . plague doctor, and @\dystopia_loona on discord for letting me use dolly

#writing #writing prompt #writers on tumblr #man...

[thrasherartist]

Why are the morally grey characters the best ones?

Morally gray characters are those whose behavior discourages readers from identifying them as purely evil or purely good. 

I saw posts on Tumblr talking about Rhaenyra not to be trusted, especially after the last episode.

But what did she do?

She went out to have fun with Daemon, whom she genuinely loves and trusts. She got drunk and had sex. I won't discuss the whole incest thing, since we already have been there with GOT. Whether we like it or not, it'll happen. Targaryens are incestuous, their Valyrian blood gives them a lot of advantages, and it seems like not being affected by inbreeding is one of them.

They will have children together, according to the book, and watching them in this episode I doubt it will happen out of duty and not out of desire, lust, and love. I don't condone Rhaneyra because she lied to her friend and to her father. She knew perfectly what Otto was up to, and she sat in the Council long enough to understand the political games. That's what Daemon taught her, you shall follow the path the crown prepared for you, but you can enjoy yourself in the meantime and that's what she did. I fail to see how does it make her a bad person.

As for Daemon everybody sees him in black or white, but he is not a cute fallen in love child, but I also can't call him a bad manipulator either.

The writing is very good, so the characters act as the multidimensional people. Daemon wants the power, his brother's approval, the throne, and Rhaenyra, all at once.

The biggest question going across the fandom is: "Why did he leave?"

The first impression I got was that he wanted to show Rhaneyra around the city, as she was very unhappy. They drank a lot and it seems they got drugged, too. He went to the brothel with a lot of things on his mind; show her what is it about, to seduce her in order to get the throne, to seduce her because he is attracted to her, to seduce her just to avenge himself in front of Vyseris.

While Rhanyra walks around brothel and watches the show we can see Daemon sitting by himself and thinking hard. It's possible he was pondering his desire for power and lust, at the same time.

After that he gets up, and takes her hat off. It looked more like a display, that's me the dragon and there is another dragon and she shall not hide, live in fear, this is important and she should take everything in (no pun intended) as herself and not as a pageboy.

He realizes that he wants her, when she watches him, he seems scared and disbelieving. He realizes that he struggled so many years to get to the power and to make himself important and he did not see one very important option: marrying Rhaenyra. And he also finds out that the marriage could have been one of the pleasure, power and equality between them. He is scared because he just realized that he sees her as a maiden, as a child, as a niece, as a heir to the throne, as a woman, as a rival, as an equal, as a blessing and a curse, all at the same time. I think all of that, and being under influence of alcohol/drugs maybe, made him flee, without even caring about Rhaenyra or her safety, because he is still selfish and not exactly a nice person. People call him the Rough Prince for a reason.

That is why I love them, because I see them as people and not as one-dimension characters. Also the actors are very good and their chemistry adds to the fuel. They are not bad nor good, and they have more than one motif, and they can feel conflicted, same as we do.

Morally gray characters are unpredictable. They act out of character, they do silly things, they do bad and good things because of internal reasons and not for "The Greater Good" or "The Biggest Evil".

#daemon targaryen #house of the dragon #hotd #rhaenyra targaryen #daemon x rhaenyra #daemyra #princess rhaenyra #rhaenyra x daemon #matt smith #milly alcock #house targaryen #game of thrones

[mrmeowgoo]

This is Mr. Magoo. He may look cute, rolled up in a sweet little ball in his favorite spot, but if you look closer you will see the dried snot encrusted in his cat tree. Everywhere this cat goes, snot shall follow. It explodes out of him without warning, whether he be in bed, playing on the floor, or on my shoulders shoving his face into mine, a prime position for sneezing directly into my mouth. When he isn’t shooting mucus onto all of my material possessions, he’s often drooling due to his many missing teeth. When he isn’t drooling, he might be asleep, or he might be pissing on the couch again because he’s scared of the litter box - one can never know.

You can learn more about this wretched creature below the cut, and why I believe he is destined to be tumblr’s next sexyman(c).

This cat is cursed. The things he desires above all else in this world are love, affection, and sitting on human laps. He would probably starve himself to death just to have more lap time, purring away and drooling like a leaky faucet onto your pants. This is what he desires, and yet by god he is the grossest, wettest cat I have ever met. His little body is determined to make him as unappealing to cuddle with as possible. I have gotten a raincoat for the express purpose of making cuddle time easier with mixed results. Even without the drool and snot, I cannot let him sleep in my room because he will piss on the bed directly next to my face. Magoo is cursed to expel liquids at all the worst times, shortening cuddle time and leading to rejection again and again.

Magoo has a dark and troubled past. According to the owner of the shelter where I met him, he comes from a hoarder situation. Magoo had been kept in an uncleaned crate for possibly months, surrounded by his own filth and wracked with infections that had his eyes swollen shut (hence the name). When he was surrendered to the shelter, he needed multiple rounds of medications and surgeries to recover from his health complications, but in the end he did recover. His sneezing problem seems permanent, and he has what I can only call a panic attack every time he pisses or shit, running up and down the stairs like a cat possessed, but he survived.

(and yet he’s fine with passing out right next to the litter box for some reason)

All that said, he is without a doubt one of the sweetest cats I’ve ever met. He’s affectionate, loves to ride around on people’s shoulders, purrs like a motorboat, and lets you pick him up and do pretty much whatever you want with him. He loves all humans equally, making instant friends with every person he meets. He’s playful and gets along with other pets. He’d be the perfect cat if not for the uh, problems.

As my sister and I discussed his tragic backstory while he desperately tried to get onto her bed, we came to an important realization: Magoo is truly a sad little meow meow. A pathetic, wet blanket of a man who is very sweet, but altogether too gross to obtain the affection he so deeply craves. An almost-literal drowned cat of a creature (and literal when we tried giving him a bath, the only time I’ve ever seen him angry).

And so, I wanted to share him with you, tumblr. Here is Mr. Magoo, your new tumblr sexyman. I hope you love him as much as I do, because he desperately needs it.

#tumblr sexyman #sad little meowmeow #cats #curses #mr magoo #cats of tumblr #cute cats

[sword-symphonia]

Hi, I'm Luca or Crab- either works. If you recognise this username, you may know me for my AO3 account where I write silly words and publish them for my future employers to find later. I have no idea how to use tumblr and frankly I'm scared to learn, but I wanted an excuse to have another platform to go batshit crazy on. So, what do we gotta know about silly lil me?

•I write stories. I also take requests for stories. Please give me requests. Please. Pretty please.

•So long as you don't perceive me as male, I legitimately could not care less how you refer to me. She/her is preferred, but xe/xem fuckin' rocks too. 'Male' terms (dude, bro, sir etc) are fine, I don't care- so long as you don't see me as. A guy. I dunno, it's weird. I'm a man in the sense of boats and cars being women.

•I'm prone to cursing a lot, so I'm sorry if that gets irritating at any point.

•I genuinely never shut the hell up. I'm insufferable. Do not bring up my interests around me unless you want me to ramble for seven hours.

•IRELAND RAHHHHH (I take my identity as an Irish woman incredibly seriously for reasons unknown even to myself so very sorry if I suddenly start goin wild about that)

•I like a lot of things!!! So many fandoms!!! GOD HELP ME!!!

•Men over the age of thirty send tweet

•My favourite Animal Crossing villagers are Ribbot, Jeremiah and Stella. I share my birthday with Maddie and Niko. If I were an Animal Crossing villager I'd be a rabbit. Probably. I'unno.

•Excessive NSFW's a bit iffy to me, but at the end of the day I don't care all that much. Just know when to tone it down a bit, is all. (And of course tell me to pull my socks up a bit if I start getting a bit too ridiculous)

•I draw pictures sometimes, so I might?? Question mark? Post art? I'unno

•When I grow up (I'm seventeen help me) I wanna work in animation and voiceover WAOW!! Currently working on interviewing my favourite voice actors for career research

•I have crippling anxiety, please be patient with me. Sometimes the prospect of breathing sends me spiralling.

I can't think of anything else to say. Does Tumblr have a character limit? I've been doin an awful lot of yappin and I fear I shall be penalised

Alright bye obligatory stupid image (I have the humour of a twelve year old boy)

#intro post #??? #I feel a bit like an old woman learning what the word yeet is #Uhhh hello fellow kids #Typed in fuck and 'daddy's little fuck toy' was a suggested tag so I think I should just go to bed now actually #Uhhh follow my ao3

[itstopplingdomino]

WIP Tag

Thank you for the tag @myst867! Juggling between university classes, personal life and an alter ego in the internet is a tough thing, and I'm sure most agree TT I will be listing them in order of priority too!)

List the titles your top five priorities for WIP updates (link your fics for new readers!)

An upcoming scene, event, or detail in each fic that you're looking forward to writing

Bonus: make a poll for your followers to vote on which top 5 WIP they are most excited to see an update on!

Then tag 10 writer friends

Titles

Untitled (coming soon) - I made a promise to write a short fiction based on how I feel after taking my test. Reader thought of Andrew Larson as a person who keeps himself; probably arrogant about his intelligence too. But in a make-up test session, reader learnt that he's actually the complete opposite.

Burning Desire - Supposed to be one chapter one-shot in celebration of Valentine's day, but I am working on the second (final) chapter. Garreth Weasley realises he has romantical feelings for reader just as Valentine's day is nearing.

Paper Bird - A potion product mishap causes reader to replace negative words into its kinder version. First part is posted, but I gotta finish up the second part.

Falling (you say i'm wise beyond my years) - Based on Isabela LaRosa's Older. Aesop Sharp has many secrets - and you are one of them. It's not explicit but it does have mature themes.

Tolerance - Just an intrepretation on how certain Harry Potter characters would react when they find out you're hurt (and doesn't seem like it from the outside). Part 1 is here. Part 2 is here. Part 3 and onwards are on the way!

Mainly Hogwarts Legacy universe and all is x reader pairing, all except 4 is minor-friendly (just be warned of mild cursings). It just so happens that these two weeks are packed with tests and assignments, so I'd be active to lurk but too exhausted to write. I gotta get back on writing as soon as the urgent big stuff in life is dealt with.

Upcoming Scenes, Events, Details

Untitled (coming soon) - We're at a point where reader's perception of Andrew will be changed. I think I would be done and ready to post this by this week (most likely the weekend).

Burning Desire - As soon as Garreth realises he has feelings for reader, he decides to act on his feelings but here comes the light angst. Let's just say, I love misunderstanding trope <3.

Paper Bird - Fred Weasley's redemption arc, basically. He will do everything to make ammends.

Falling (you say i'm wise beyond my years) - Upcoming chapter will be all about hurt/comfort, supportive figure, and generally fluff. Considering the first two chapters were playing on pining on reader's side and growing sexual tension (is reader imagining it..?), I want to write something a little more in-depth and platonic.

Tolerance - I've got to be honest; I am actually stuck on this. It's Ron's reaction and I couldn't decide which reaction would suit him best.

Please forgive me for tagging you TT Genuinely interested in your current progress of your works!! @applinsandoranges, @cuffmeinblack, @ravenelyx, @imtheslayeraskmehow97, @arthenaa.

One thing I realised from doing this tag game is that I need to have a masterlist. When will I get around doing that? We shall see. I gotta figure out Tumblr better first XD

#topplingdominowrites #writers on tumblr #writeblr #writing #wip tag #harry potter fandom #harry potter universe #hogwarts legacy fandom #hogwarts legacy universe #archiveofourown #ao3 writer #ao3 fanfic

[bloustorm]

10 first lines fanfiction game

Rules: share the first line of the last ten fics you wrote and tag some people :)

So I got tagged a while ago by @cryptid-crawly, most of these titles are still a work in progress as well

Authors of Gotham: (in a screenshot because of the code) (inspired by this tumblr post)

Gaslight Gatekeep Girlboss, The way to Brotherhood

"Okay, so for this to work, we need to make a few things clear. First of all, for the love of god, don't call him Mr. Wayne. If you do that, the gig is up faster than I can swear."

And when the darkness comes, you shall call my name

Hood grinned under the helmet, breaking into the tower had been a fun challenge, he had debated about if he wanted to test out his old codes but in the end decided against it. He still didn’t know how he wanted the reveal to go exactly so it was better to not give the old man too many hints and give up the game too early.

Courtmaster (more on tumblr here)

Red Robin flickered on his night vision the moment he entered his apartment, he couldn’t quite say what felt wrong, nothing had tripped his alarms or disturbed his otherwise carefully cultivated mess, he just knew that someone or something was in here.

Oh my Talon (more on tumblr here, here, here, here and here)

Tim wasn’t surprised in any way when he walked out of his bedroom all bleary-eyed and saw a Talon sitting on his sofa. In fact, he didn’t even register anything wrong with the picture until after he took his first sip of morning tea. Processing what his eyes were telling him and drawing the right conclusion, there was someone in his living room, there was a Talon sitting in his living room (a Talon that looked way too small to be an adult and thus was likely a child) took embarrassingly a few full seconds. (He would later say it was because the Talon didn’t register as a threat.)

I'm running out of fanfiction (or well recently written ones)

Cat!Tim and Damian (tumblr post here)

Damian frowned down at the cat.  The cat who was Drake merely blinked up at him with his huge blue eyes.

Small acts of kindness can go a long way

It started like most good things do, with a thoughtless act of good will. Something that over time spiraled into something much greater than anyone could have anticipated.

Red Robins magical adventure as a hoarding Dragon

Red Robin cursed himself for his carelessness, he knew that he shouldn’t underestimate these guys, as stupid as they seemed to be, they still had noticed Batman, when he had tried to bust them at first, and managed to hit the already injured Bat enough that he had to recover at home.

I will stop here because everything else is literally several months old or on some scrap of paper somewhere

I'm going to tag uh (i really need to make a list of people I can tag and who write so if anyone sees this you can tell me)

actually

IF YOU READ THIS write 3 sentences on you rcurrent wip YOU ARE TAGGED IN THE GAME

#blou writes #tag game #batman #oh my talon #courtmaster au #tim drake #damian wayne #jason todd

[tavyliasin]

BG3 FicFeb SFW - Day 1

Hello darlings~ I shall be following ATG continuity for this one, so if you enjoy my sweet elven rogue and her usual exploits, expect to learn a bit more about her and see some potential scenarios explored with the prompts this month.

Short piece below the cut! ----- -----

Day 1: What was Tav doing when they were abducted?

It had been a long tenday, and it was only getting longer. Tav darted down a side alley, sticking to the shadows and changing direction several times as she pushed every ounce of strength and endurance into her legs. She cursed her foolishness, the hubris with which she thought she might get out of the overtly fanciful house in the upper city undetected with a haul that could last her a few tendays should she find the right buyers for the goods. No such fortune, though. She should’ve been used to it by now, scraping by, fighting for everything she could claw from an unforgiving world. Over two centuries of her elven lifespan and all she had to show for it was simply being alive... Although, all said and done, that was no mean feat for an orphan in Baldur's Gate. As she hopped a low wall and began to sprint up the wooden stairs on the side of a building she didn’t notice the distant screams behind her. Experience would’ve told her not to stop, either - by the time the sound of suffering was in the air it was often too late for whatever poor fool had found the pointy end of someone else’s blade. Scaling the sloped roof was more difficult than dodging people on the ground, but it kept her out of sight from most as she headed back to the lower city, to the draughty shack near the dock that she called home. The only place that held any memory, the one that kept her anchored to the shores of Baldur’s Gate rather than trying her luck as an adventurer… She was ill equipped for such a career anyway, not unless some deity or demon took pity and granted her good fortune enough to have armour that fit her properly, boots with soles that didn’t feel every rough patch of shale beneath her feet, a tunic that wasn’t half threadbare- Her thoughts were abruptly cut short by the shadow of the ship above her, the last thing she recognised were the tendrils that curled around her silencing any hope of a scream escaping her lips. That far flung dream of travel and adventure was finally about to begin, though in this case it would be more accurately described as a nightmare.

Several days later when it rained, a confused but delighted urchin found a satchel of silverware land in front of them in the alley. Enough to sell and keep them fed for a month or more. They praised every deity they knew for their good fortune, the source of which was now face to face with a destiny they could never have imagined...

----- That's it for Day 1 SFW! Poor Tav~ All she wanted was to scrape out an existence, as pitiful as it was, living from moment to moment... Perhaps her fortunes changed? Find out for yourself in my long NSFW ongoing work, ATG, which you can find on AO3 (linked in my pinned) or on @atavsguide here if you prefer to read on Tumblr~

#baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #bg3 fanfiction #BG3FicFeb #bg3 fanfic prompt #bg3 tav #a tav's guide

[hostess-of-horror]

Mask in the Mirror

A Metadede Phantom of the Opera AU Fanfic

@minnesotamedic186 @tibli @thereaderinsertlady @darkmedolie @lemonbaloni @boom-fanfic-a-latta @lulu-baked-beans @hotpinkboots @nonbananon @tiramegtoons

Disclaimer: This is my very first time writing anything Kirby-related, so there's no sort of lore tied to this story whatsoever. Also, I may or may not have written these characters accurately (the Kirby anime is literally the only kind of portrayal I know of). This is all just for funsies, especially since spooky season is already here on Tumblr! This idea all came from a random shitpost I made a few months ago, and after seeing how much traction it got, I decided to finally write a short story about it. I am also planning to draw this AU, too, so stay tuned for that!

Content Includes: Flirting and Slight Suggestiveness (no explicit NSFW)

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“He fills me with horror and I do not hate him. How can I hate him, Raoul? Think of Erik at my feet, in the house on the lake, underground. He accuses himself, he curses himself, he implores my forgiveness!...He confesses his cheat. He loves me! He lays at my feet an immense and tragic love. ... He has carried me off for love!...He has imprisoned me with him, underground, for love!...But he respects me: he crawls, he moans, he weeps!...And, when I stood up, Raoul, and told him that I could only despise him if he did not, then and there, give me my liberty...he offered it...he offered to show me the mysterious road...Only...only he rose too...and I was made to remember that, though he was not an angel, nor a ghost, nor a genius, he remained the voice...for he sang. And I listened ... and stayed!...That night, we did not exchange another word. He sang me to sleep.”

Gaston Leroux's The Phantom of the Opera

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“Mi rey...” spoke the mysterious voice, “Mi vida... Come to me...”

King Dedede, draped in his white laced night garb, snapped out of his concentration. Glancing over his shoulder, he rose from his desk with expectancy. He searched around his royal chamber. A week ago, the voice had promised him that they will finally meet when the time comes. Tonight was that very moment. “Stranger! I can hear you, but I don't know where you are! Where are you?” Dedede responded aloud.

“Tonight, I shall no longer be a stranger. As I have promised, I will present myself to you.” the voice echoed, “Look into the mirror... Your Dark Angel awaits inside.”

Dedede glanced at the mirror. Look into the mirror? But there's nothing behind the mirror – he was sure of it! Out of all the secret entryways, emergency escape routes, and hidden corridors, a mirror was the last thing Dedede was concerned about. What could a mirror possibly hide, he thought to himself. But as the mirror across the chamber began to creak open and the gaping crack oozed with billowing fog, he got his answer.

Behind it was darkness, and in the darkness was a mask.

The mask was silver and ornate with black jewels. It faced Dedede, and as Dedede looked closer, he could make out a long black cape below it, wrapped and almost camouflaged. He stepped closer. But he could not make another inch – hesitation took over his instincts. He swallowed, pushing himself to walk towards his Dark Angel. His struggle melted when a hand appeared and lifted itself from underneath the cape, reaching for Dedede's hand. Mesmerized, Dedede inched even further towards the mirror. His curiosity and fascination overpowered his second-guessing. The Dark Angel was here and it was far too late to turn back now. The king placed his hand over the Angel's, and gently did he hold on. Before he knew it, Dedede was being whisked away into the darkness, leaving behind the comforts of his chamber.

Dedede did not know where they were going. He could not see anything at first. But then lights – gold candelabras hanging on stone walls – illuminated their path. With his sight finally clearer, Dedede could now make out who this mysterious stranger was. And what a mysterious character this Dark Angel was! In fact, nothing about his appearance was angelic. Dedede turned to glance behind. “Ah, mi amor, por favor...” the masked Angel pleaded, “Do not look away. I promise that no harm will come to you. I have waited so long for this moment, and at long last, here we are. Together, as destiny foretold.” Further down the candlelit stone hallway they went, stretching deeper into wherever it lead. Soon, the Dark Angel, his hand still holding on to Dedede's, pressed a hidden button among the stone bricks. As the button activated, a secret door opened right in front of them. There behind that concealed entrance was an astonishing sight.

The large chamber was completely adorned with candles in almost altar-like fashion, shedding light on the various carvings of melodramatic scenes. The figures, some semi-nude, eternally displayed in almost every corner, posed with such a passion Dedede only found in film and novels. He blushed at the very sight; his eyes continued to wander. There before them was a massive organ, masterfully crafted in gold and polished wood, placed in the middle of a mural. Where did all of this come from? How did this Dark Angel manage to get this setup within the castle?

Or rather...Underneath the castle?

With a dramatic flip of the cape, the Dark Angel welcomed the confused yet enchanted king. “Here is where light ends and darkness reigns. This is where music is born – worshiped! Here, music is the breath of life! Here is where I reside.” he spoke to Dedede, “And here... is where you will know the truth.” Dedede watched as his masked host approached him. His eyes – eyes that glowed beneath the mask – softened as they met Dedede's with an overwhelming adoration. “Mi rey...” the Dark Angel cooed, pulling a bright red rose from behind, “The love that I have for you is beyond mere words. I have seen you from afar – from within the shadows – and I have longed for our romance to bloom. Ah, but I must confess; a thousand apologies for not introducing myself properly. I... am the Phantom Knight... Your Phantom Knight.” Dedede could feel his feathers poof from his chest, the warmth burning bright all over his face. His heart raced with such vigor that he could almost faint from surprise. Delicately, Dedede accepted the rose.

“I... T-thank you...” Dedede politely said, trying his best not to be afraid. Although he was familiar with the Phantom Knight – his voice for the most part – everything was becoming a blur of emotions. Flustered... Scared... Bashful... Concerned... The Phantom Knight, gently, as if he could shatter his royal object of affection into pieces, caressed Dedede on the cheek. “It pleases me to know that you are not afraid of me. Many in this world fear me, so much so that I have to hide away in these walls.” The Phantom Knight continued, “Ah, your majesty... Magnifico....Your handsomeness has bewitched me. It blinds me. Si, it does! And I speak with greatest sincerity.”

Dedede began to lean against his hand, just ever so slightly. A newfound amorous sensation blossomed within him as a soft smile began to crack. He could not help it. A sigh escaped his lungs as he begins to swoon. Pulling Dedede close to him, the Phantom Knight whispered so sweetly, “Eres mi hermoso angel... You belong to me, and to me alone...”

#TA-DAAAAA!!! #my very first Kirby fanfic #and it's an AU! #with Metadede! #hope ya'll like it! #kirby franchise #kirby #kirby nintendo #king dedede #meta knight #metadede #my writing #fanfiction #otp fanfic #ship #shipping fanfic #Phantom of the Opera #Phantom of the Opera AU

[vvatchword]

I tried to block myself from Tumblr for a month. Cold Turkey for the PC is fucking unforgiving and is the only way to do it well. “Block” for Android was so easy to bypass, holy shit.

By the end of the month, when I realized that I was descending into a writing singularity, I blocked Scrivener with Cold Turkey as well. “U SHALL NOT PASS”

Then for some reason COLD TURKEY DID NOT BLOCK IT. I need to figure out what the heck went wrong. I had very recently updated it--maybe there was some kind of confusion. Thankfully I managed to be a good sport and only accessed the program after work.

“Cold Turkey knows you have been working hard and gave you a treat :)” said a friend.

This story is 386,272 words. The Johnny Topside portion alone is nearly 90 chapters long. I can’t tell you it’s unnecessary, either. This is a first for me. It’s like Game of Thrones but with BioShock characters. Only one other story has come close to this and it was one of my first novels and it was oh lord jesus not very good. Shit, have I moved it to Scrivener yet? I should. I could see just how many words there were out of curiosity. It was my baby at the time. After I wrote it it stopped being anything to me, which is kind of sad--it had been a story I’d carried since I was 4. My flavor-of-the-week story. I just added whatever I found neat.

I guess technically this one was too. What do I like? Horrible fucking people fucking? Sure. Also, everyone doing horrible things to each other and then dying horribly themselves. Also, behold my horrible, horrible attempt at an Irish accent. Neat. This story is fucking cursed. I’m addicted to it and I cannot stop writing. Help

j/k i have no idea what I’d replace it with

#vvatchword #bioshock #fanfiction #whatever I replace it with would be equally horrifying #horrifying shit for a horrifying year #I guess I could finish saya that poor thing. i think i have the mojo with which to do it #the gnosticism essay requires a ton of extra research so i'm pushing it back ok #uprising

[thewholedamnboulangerie]

I was tagged by @bisexualbard-writes my beloved to post 5 things I like about myself!!! Thank youuuuuu ☀️🦦💖🪐🥰

I have a pretty good sense of direction, and oh my god when I was younger I did NOT appreciate this enough. I don't have the innate sense of where north is that some people do, but (particularly if I'm travelling in right angles, not in curved lines) I can usually keep track of the general direction I'm going in with a lot of accuracy, and I can read maps super easily and remember the exact routes I've taken before, provided they aren't too complicated!! It is a vvv useful skill and I LOVE it.

I am very good at picking up foreign languages! Comparatively speaking I haven't made much progress with Thai, given that I've been semi-immersed in it for close to a year and a half by now, but that's mainly because I've just been learning via osmosis rather than putting any actual effort in whatsoever. Still, I can usually understand any really simple sentences without much trouble and pick out at least a few words of the more complex ones when I'm watching something in Thai now, so that's something!! (Also, my duolingo streak is currently at 951 days!)

I am quite judicious, just as a general rule (...with the notable exception of What Time To Go To Bed). As in: I don't tend to act rashly, or speak tactlessly, but for the most part I'm also fairly good at steering clear of the level of caution that just saps joy and stirs up anxiety rather than actually being beneficial. This is not to say that I always make sensible decisions - far from it! I am always making objectively silly decisions! But since my objectively silly decisions tend to be for the purposes of indulging in the delights, as long as they fulfil that goal and don't cause any collateral damage that's too insane, I'm usually happy to consider them subjectively Correct decisions (with - and I really and truly CANNOT stress this enough - the exception of absolutely any decision related to sleeping habits 💀).

I am SO good at platonically matchmaking my friends!! I love to introduce my friends to each other, or throw them into groupchats together, or (on one memorable occasion) drag the blorbos from my tumblr dashboard AND the blorbos from my workplace to the theatre together! And then watch as they all instantly imprint on each other like lil ducklings!!! This has happened so many times and it is my favourite thing every single time! (And of course, the fact that my own taste in friends is so elite is almost certainly a contributory factor to how well they always get along. All of you are so so good and lovely! ❤️)

I am very good at directing my gaze. By which I mean several things!! First of all: I AM ALWAYS PERCEIVING. When it comes to things I care about and enjoy, I am noticing details! I am connecting dots! I am picking up on hidden meanings! I am spotting clues and interpreting them! I am reading your tags with fluency and delight even though you censored them and miscounted the asterisks! I am remembering that thing you said five months ago and bringing it up again at the funniest possible moment!!! My brain is Kim Theerapanyakul's murderboard and it is covered EXCLUSIVELY in all the things that are shiniest and most precious To Me and I am solving their mysteries!!! Secondly: when it comes to the worst parts of fandom culture, I am never perceiving. If there is a bad take, I will simply not see it. If I do see it, I will simply forget about it in 3 minutes flat. No cursed opinion has any power over me because I shall simply magnetically repel it thank you goodbye xoxo Most importantly: I am a very firm believer that life is always terrible and also that life is simultaneously always wonderful. Both are true at all times; it just depends where you're looking. And sometimes life inevitably forces your gaze towards the most terrible things the world has to offer, and there's no choice but to engage with them. But when given the choice, I like to think that I'm pretty good at directing my gaze towards the wonderful end of the scale. The everyday delights are my best friends and hopefully they always will be!

Tagging a few blorbos from my dashboard who I don't thiiiiiiink have been tagged in this yet: @divorcedmalewife, @fallen-robin, @youneedtolightenup, @yourrescuemission, @diamondcrystals, @thevorelock, @guntapon, @nangong-shunu

#tag meme #listen it took me a while to get around to actually doing this but do NOT mistake me!!! #i fucking love saying nice things about myself #hehe #it mostly took a while a) bc im BUSY; b) bc of the 'tact' bit specifically from number 3 #there were SO many other options that i ALMOST put in but then was like 'girl. on THIS website?? you can't say that it's GAUCHE' #talking in public about my god-tier self-esteem and body confidence???? on the low self esteem website???? im too tactful for that #i will simply wait 48h and THEN edit it into these tags so i can say it without anyone seeing it. yes perfect!!!