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amusingmusie · 2 months

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The Demon! Nel asks have my brain exploding with cheesy ideas, I swear. She'd make fun of his hair cut, and he'd spend an inordinate amount of time making his little shadow trip her every time she walks down stairs.

She'd have his demonic brain so divided that he'd probably phase himself across hell just because she was talking to someone other than him. Alastor being very "I'm uncomfortable when you're not about me" with Nel is my favorite!

My silly little idea:

"What are you doing here." Her voice dripping with annoyance as the sinner she had been discussing the acid rain forecast with launched away from them in a desperate attempt to flee from swirling mass of black and green that just manifested itself behind her.

"Oh, what a surprise! I didn't see you there, my sweetest of evils. I have some business in this part of Hell and really, I can't be late. And now you're in my way, you do so enjoy being a huge inconvenience!" (There's no reason for him to be there. He just literally yeeted himself so hard and fast across the map to interrupt their conversation. He'd be panting if he wasn't gritting his teeth together so hard.)

For you, anon :))

THIS IS FOR FUN ONLY AND NOT CANON TO YOURS TRULY

Five O'clock Somewhere (But Not Here)

Nel heads to the bar to get a damn drink, grumpy as ever and in desperate need of cheap booze. It won't get her drunk, but it will allow her a reprieve from Alastor's insidious presence that seems to trail her wherever she goes in this shitty building. The Hazbin Hotel is a fitting name for such a rundown crapshack, though she feels that the Shithole Inn would work just as well.

The second she crosses from red carpet to green floorboards she can taste newfound freedom- until there's a hum of radio static that pitches in her ears, causing her to hiss and scowl as a familiar shadow materializes right inside of her personal bubble.

Alastor pops into existence practically on top of her, eternal yellow grin widening as his crimson eyes crinkle in pure malicious delight.

“Sweetheart! There you are. I noticed a lack of your terrible black cloud tainting my radio tower and just had to find you- I can’t have you running off on me.” A clawed finger reaches out to bop her nose, but she dodges out of the way with a growl. “I see you’ve decided to curse the parlor with your dreary disposition instead. How delightfully horrific!”

“The only curse here is you.”

There’s a loud incorrect buzzer that sounds from his staff. “Wrong, I am the host of the hotel! So close.”

“Host, pest, plague, same difference to me,” Nel snaps before attempting to brush past him. “Move your boney ass, I’m getting a drink.”

“This early in the day?” Alastor steps right back in front of her to block her from escaping. “Why, it’s hardly past noon.”

“It’s five o’clock somewhere.”

“Well, if you’re so insistent that it’s a drink you’re after, I’ll prepare it for you.”

“Jesus, the fucking bar cat is right there!”

Said bar cat flips her the bird as he downs his fifth whiskey of the hour. As much as it stings her pride, Nel attempts to smooth things over by awkwardly quirking up the side of her lips in a strained smile- she needs an ally here.

Husk blinks one droopy eye at a time, decides this shit isn't worth it, then grabs his precious bottle and shuffles away from the bar out of the lobby.

Well. Shit.

The radio asshole laughs down at her, “Scotch on the rocks, dear?”

“I’d prefer a lobotomy.”

Using his microphone to herd her towards a worn bar stool, he hardly bats an eye as she tries to snatch it out of his hands. “Perhaps over dinner this evening, if you’re a well behaved little harpy."

Nel refuses to reply; she groans and lays her head down onto the sticky bartop, gluing her bangs to the sugar-stained wood.

Eternity has never seemed so fucking long.

#my asks #the pookies #first time posting demon Al #first time posting Husk too #and in third person #a drabble!#demon Nel

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ginoeh · 3 months

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Dream’s Coat (TM), pretty please??

@chaosheadspace asked for the same! Here you go, lovelies...

This is probably not what you think it is. Or, idk, maybe it's exactly what you think it is? Because both of you know that I'm actually a little dark angst writer at heart lol.

Okay, so this started a long time ago (read: in March last year) in a wild and hilarious brainstorming session that I saved the transcript of. So far, this is more of an intriguing concept to make Hob suffer and Dream repent - eventually at least. I haven't touched it in a while; I'd have to really dig into Dream's fucking ugly side - the 10000 years in hell side - to get this going.

It all started with a 'what-if' variation of @messmonte 's Saddest Wank (1889 instead of 1989!) because in that drawing, Dream didn't just leave his gloves, he also left his Cloak. Here, this has pretty severe consequences. In SoM, the story gets told of how Dream takes Nada into the Cloak where they have sex unbothered by anyone's gaze. So there we have a ‘magical cloak’ with space-time special features…

~~~

Now here is Hob, in 1889, drunk and sad and wearing Dream's gloves to get himself off in a seedy room above the White Horse. He took the garments his Stranger left behind in a mixture of spite and pathetic hope that he might come back for them. He doesn't, of course.

(Snippets and more details under the cut)

(Hob doesn't know that Jessamy *has* actually come back to get them and gets to witness what is going on. This, as well, has consequences)

After, he rolls over onto the cloak he has been gripping, disgusted with himself but still unable to let go of the pathetic need to be close to the Stranger. But instead of falling asleep, he falls into the star-studded folds of the cloak.

And falls and falls and falls.

He barely manages to keep a grip on the strangely wispy fabric. It's what saves him, at first. Because Hob has just managed to accidentally yeet himself into outer space. The cloak is the only thing that's keeping him whole and sustained as a living being, as it were.

(Jessamy is unfortunate bystander to this. She takes off to the Dreaming immediately and informs Dream of his ‘acquaintance's’ mishap. She's worried - she actually likes Hob and knows that Dream does so, as well. Dream though, is still furious.

“Let him enjoy this new experience then”, he says and Jessamy recognizes the stubborn curl to her Lord's mouth. “May he experience the meaning of true loneliness for a while.”

Jessamy rather thinks that Lord Morpheus is really tipping his hand there about *who* had it right at their meeting but she'd never dare to point that out.

She has a really really bad feeling about what this might mean for Hob Gadling, though. Since her Lord is so intent on forgetting that the immortal is, above all else, human and as such not made to sustain himself outside of his own world.

And besides, he is a Dreamer. Lord Morpheus will surely reconsider soon and bring him back.

But as time passes, he does not.

Hob Gadling is not one of Dream's priorities, after all. In the face of the Universe nearly unravelling, the Corinthian's disobediance and its fallout, Hob Gadling gets forgotten for the better part of a century.)

On the other end of the universe, Hob's life is an unending and undying nightmare. He is neither starving, freezing nor suffocating - not that he knows that he should do the last two - but there is nothing around him but the vastness of space. No sound, no smell, no touch but that of the cloak around his shoulders. He is truly alone for the first time in his existence.

Until, suddenly, he isn't.

“Oh my what do we have here,” a voice resounds inside his head. His perception slides sideways, something breaks somewhere in his mind and then there is the form of a voluptuous, incandescently beautiful woman that takes over everything around him.

“A human - here! Covered in my Dream's regard!”

She stretches a hand towards him and Hob thinks that space has decided to cease existing. Maybe he's going mad.

“If I keep you, do you think my son will visit?”

***

Dream does, of course, remember Hob eventually. The horror that rises in Dream, still caught in Burgess’ basement, over what he has allowed a Dreamer to suffer for his own mistake, is as dark and deep and cold as the black hole he has once been cast into.

After he escapes and has gathered his tools, he searches out his sister.

“Hob Gadling? No, he hasn't asked for me.”

She falls silent for a moment before leveling a longsuffering and suspicious look at him.

“Is there a particular reason you're asking me this?”

Dream closes his eyes and shreds the rest of the mauled baguette between his fingers.

“He may have. Fallen though an actualized piece of my power. Into space. And I may have been. Too angry to care. At the time.”

There is the rustle of clothes and he feels Death kneeling before him. Her voice, when she speaks, is very soft and very serious.

“Dream? When, exactly, has this happened.”

He opens his eyes.

“Hob Gadling has suffered my wrath since 1889, sister. I hurt a Dreamer, unprovoked.”

“Oh, Dream.”

He cannot bear the horrified pity on his sister's face.

“How shall I -” His words fail him.

“Go and get him back, Dream. Now. Hob Gadling hasn't called for me - yet. If that will help you, though, I don't know.”

~~~

Or: A pathetic wank and Dream's canonically bad decision making skills meets the 'meeting the parents trope' but make it eldritch horror. Then add a magical healing journey afterwards an voilá - you get this.

Yeah I can still make this Dreamling despite their horrifically bad start. Watch me lol.

#dream of the endless #hob gadling #dreamling #the sandman fanfiction #death of the endless #ginoeh writes #wip tag game #edit: forgot to @ messmonte who's art started this whole thing lol

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kyusunyu · 4 months

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SUNWOO ↳ “𝕺𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝖚𝖕𝖔𝖓 𝖆 𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖊”

a TBZ frat boyz series.

kim sunwoo x f!reader :: ex lovers/soulmate tropes

warnings: some explicit content 👀, hardly smutty. lots of feels though. (rough edit)

𝔬𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔲𝔭𝔬𝔫 𝔞 𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔡 𝔞 𝔥𝔬𝔱 𝔰𝔬𝔠𝔠𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔢𝔞𝔪 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔡𝔦𝔤𝔶 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔞 𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴-𝔦𝔱-𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔟𝔬𝔬𝔨 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔪 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔪𝔢𝔢𝔱 𝔬𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔞𝔤𝔞𝔦𝔫 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔬𝔫’𝔰 𝔣𝔲𝔩𝔩 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔰 𝔞𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔫…

“Bite me.”

you were a realist.

far from delusional,

even if the stars aligned on a full moon night.

nothing could convince you to believe that a frat party would be a hell of a good time.

“I have too much shit.” you annunciate, yeeting a pencil in your best friend’s general direction. “Ask Mina. I’m sure she’d find sweaty people and an uncanny amount of booze fun.”

your model of a roommate sulks.

bummed you weren’t like the rest of the girls around here.

like who in their right mind would decline an invite to the biggest frat house in SK?

“Leave it to you to pass on a good time. Boo, tomatoes.”

you send her a merciless smile. “I feel less of a detriment to society this way. Have you seen me in anything other than sweats and a hoodie? It takes effort to look as good as you. Effort I cannot spare for myself.”

“Talk about dramatic.”

dramatics aside,

there was nothing that could possibly be done to drag you out of this dorm room and into the pits of hell called TBZ.

that godforsaken frathood might drive you off a cliff.

you’ll give them the benefit of the doubt.

they were far from hideous— a sight for sore eyes really.

intelligent, sociable, and athletic.

all 11 of them.

even if 2 happened to be both your exes.

once upon a time..

“Well, i’m leaving.” the gorgeous red head flips her hair, model figure hugged in the little black dress she sported. “If i’m not back by morning, send a search party. I love you! Don’t study too hard my little book worm.”

yes.

there were some perks to being roommates and best friend’s with your polar opposite.

a stable social life.

free clothes.

and invites to the biggest parties?

too bad you hardly found any of those to be useful to you.

“Hello?”

“Y/n?” her voice sounds irritated, slightly slurred and strained against the echoing music of the party. “Y/n, can you come get me? Fuck— these people are losers. I’m drunk.”

you grimace.

she’s upset.

it’s only midnight and of all people—

Taeri was upset.

“Did something happen?” you mumble sleepily, sitting up to turn on a light. “Are you okay? DId someone hurt you?”

too drunk to process the question, she groans. “Will you just please come and get me? I feel like I’m gonna explode.”

“O-okay, just give me a couple—“

the call flat lines.

great.

the day has finally come that the stars aligned on a full moon night.

albeit, you still didn’t think the frat party was gonna be a good time,

but i guess you’ll bite.

it didn’t take long to wash up a little, whipping out one of Taeri’s hand me down’s.

10 minutes longer and you had your liner drawn and a simple red tint to your velvet lips.

you absolutely dreaded having to face the day you’d ever come to this—

a strapless top, tight jeans and mid height high heels.

but you had some class.

you weren’t gonna be a detriment to society by showing up in half ass pj’s.

“Hey.”

the hottie by the door makes a double take.

“H-hello.”

your forehead creases, eyes looking into the still much alive party. “Aren’t you gonna ask for my name, pretty boy?”

pretty boy doesn’t respond.

honestly, too stunned to answer.

because god damn.

god damn—

“Damnit.” Eric blinks furiously, wiping at his shirt upon spilling some of his drink. “Sorry, name?”

“Y/n.”

“Y/n, you’re on the list— Y/n?”

at this point, he’s completely disregarded his drink.

the rest spilling all over his thousand dollar shoes.

“Y/n.” you affirm with a slight chuckle. “Taeri called. Is she alright?”

no, of course she’s not.

the sole reason for her coming, being her ex boyfriend who happens to live here—

who undoubtedly was the cause of the phone call in the first place

“Well all hell hasn’t broke loose yet.” Eric manages to make it through a sentence. “You don’t normally come to these things, don’t you? Taeri said you’re not much of a party goer.”

“Great observation, pretty boy. I was summoned. If Taeri wasn’t in trouble, why’d she call me then?”

he aimlessly shrugs. “Hyunjae hasn’t touched your hot model bestie all night. I mean Sunwoo’s back in town so maybe—“

oh god.

OH MY GOD.

fucking hell on earth.

“Hey, didn’t you and Sunwoo—“

“No I don’t know a Sunwoo.” he elicits a pressed panicked grin by you. “And Sunwoo doesn’t know me. Are we understanding each other? Do I make myself clear, pretty boy.”

the pretty boy grins back. “Fucking crystal.”

you pray to the stars in the sky to disarrange.

you pray for anything but the storm that brews ahead.

you pray for the sake of your roommate,

that this was nothing but a coincidence.

“— that Sunwoo’s back in town, can you believe it?”

you refrain from putting that stranger into a chokehold.

wanting nothing but to be home in your covers.

you’re no cinderella but,

it’s past your damn bedtime.

“Where the fuck is she?” you mumble to yourself incoherently, searching the heavily intoxicated crowd for your best friend.

leave it to her to make you the damn search party.

these heels were killing you.

but those heels on you weren’t just killing you,

it was killing everyone else too.

“You won’t believe who just walked in.” Eric came back to his group of troublemakers, kissing his lips through a devious smirk. “God damn, you won’t believe me when I tell you. Who just walked through our fucking doors.”

Sunwoo’s a little less interested.

tired is a simple word to describe his current attitude.

he just got back into town, man.

it’s been a stressful week for him.

the last thing he wants to deal with was Eric’s crazed nonsense.

Hyunjae’s shoulder’s perk from on top of the counter. “If you’re talking about my god forsaken ex again, we’ve already crossed paths. Like fourth party in a row.”

“Not your ex.”

Eric’s feverish.

he’s only heard about the legend of y/n.

the closed-off maths geek Sunwoo had a boner for freshman year.

the hardly qualified best friend of the hottest model on campus.

“But she’s so fucking hot though.” Eric dreamily drools, nodding from the corner in which they gather. “She’s drop dead gorgeous, Sunwoo. How could a star soccer player like you, drop a once in a lifetime shot like that?”

“What the fuck are you on about, you— you’re kidding.”

the star soccer player can’t remember the last time he saw you.

well, to be fair, the last time he saw you,

you were in an oversized hoodie, worn-in sneakers, and sweats doubled your size.

now people are expecting him to believe his ex girlfriend stalked the halls of his house—

in stunning Louboutins nonetheless.

leather tight top hiked too far up the stomach, cleavage half out and bed hair making you look like a 5-star Michelin.

those heels.

the heels are killing him on you, he doesn’t know what to do.

“You’re fucking kidding.” Juyeon jumps from his seat, the rest of the males following suit like a pack of hungry wolves. “That’s her?”

Sangyeon whistles at all that. “I’ll be damned.”

Sunwoo can’t say a thing.

nope.

he’s not allowed to.

leave it to you to sweep the entire party of their feet right after he did.

“Taeri!” you call, unbeknownst to the lingering eyes around you. “Taeri, where are you!”

your heels click at the tiles,

excusing yourself in the crowd like the prim you are.

noting to run as soon as you find,

“Kim Sunwoo.”

your breath’s taken away.

haphazard and eyes blown out of their sockets.

you can’t run if he’s the one that finds you.

“Sunwoo, I—“

he doesn’t let you manage even a word.

clearly won’t let you say a thing.

not that you weren’t allowed to.

after all,

he’s the one that got away.

“Not you.” you tear his hands from tugging on your wrists. “Of anyone in this damn frat house, not you, Kim Sunwoo. I want absolutely nothing to do with you.”

leave it to Sunwoo to look at you like the mad man he is.

the hot shot playboy of IST,

this was your sumptuous ex boyfriend.

your only ex boyfriend.

“— the last thing I want to see. Get away from me.”

his eyes roll and he pins you to the wall of his bedroom,

making sure to lock the door behind you.

“The last thing I want to see is my beloved ex girlfriend showing up half naked at one of my frat parties. But life’s unfair isn’t it?��

he elicits a pitiful snort and you dare yourself to retort back. “The thought never bothered you before when you begged me to be your damn side piece, once upon a time.”

“Once upon a time, you were mine. Let me make myself very clear, you were my girl. And right now, I don’t get that luxury— i’m not allowed to call you that.”

“If you’re looking for permission, you’re far from it. I’m not here for you, i’m here for Taeri.”

Sunwoo’s never liked that girl.

always trying to get you to wear the skankiest clothes.

present you like a centerpiece.

taking you whenever she wanted.

(she had her work cut for her)

when all he wanted was you all to himself.

“Trying to prove yourself by being hotter than her?”

you pry his body off of you,

heated.

absolutely heated you could explode.

“Trying to prove myself by not being a damn joke. Isn’t that what I was to you, once upon a time Kim Sunwoo? The reason you dropped me because I could never prove myself to be the girlfriend in Kim Sunwoo’s hot fucking life.”

his chest rises and falls as fast as his blood boils.

he always loved firing you up.

you were so hot, he couldn’t tell you why.

but he always wanted to strip you out of your oversized clothes and get you completely naked anyway.

the thrill of seeing you naked being a blessing in disguise.

right now,

you were already half way there.

“I loved you.”

“Loved me?” you laugh incredulously. “The sex was good but other than that, what can you say you loved about me? Other than lying to my face, nearly ripping out my hair, telling me your cock only belonged to me? But digging it inside other women like that didn’t matter at all.”

he’s taken by surprise.

that dirty mouth of yours.

he’s been needing a stress relief.

and suddenly, he’s not that stressed about any of his circumstances.

especially the ones he faces right now.

in fact, he’s more laxed than he’s ever been in his entire life.

“Still thinking about my cock, are you?”

“Yours and 5 others, baby. It stopped being all about—“

his lips crash against yours and the wall is suddenly your best friend.

so much for Taeri—

god, Kim Sunwoo was just so irresistible.

“You.” he growls into your lips while ripping off his shirt. “It’s always been all about you, hasn’t it?”

an arduous moan escapes your tethered lips,

melting in the hands of your inconceivable ex boyfriend.

“Im gonna make those 5 others look like training wheels, baby. I’m going to make sure you know who you belong to.”

it’s been 2 years.

you weren’t gonna wallow over your breakup with Sunwoo forever.

yes, you’ve slept with other people but damn.

other people will never be Kim Sunwoo.

“I won’t even have to beg for you to be my side piece when i’m finished with you.”

Taeri and Hyunjae were fine.

Taeri was upset but hey,

Hyunjae beat you to it anyway.

while Sunwoo’s beating into you,

Taeri stops to look at her ex, “Have you seen y/n? She said she was gonna come get me.”

Taeri’s never really liked Sunwoo for you either.

he was always possessive.

always center of fucking attention.

too big and mighty for her little know it all.

but god damn.

if there was anyone who made you happier than she’s ever seen you,

it was that poor unfortunate soul.

“She’s gonna eat him alive.” Taeri chuckles with her hand on her ex’s lap. “Poor thing, y/n’s balled up her anger for him for years. You think he’s gonna be okay?”

that was the thrill of you, you know.

always one step ahead of everyone else,

Sunwoo had to put a leash on you.

he was so tired of chasing,

“You’ve let go, Sunwoo.” you’re hyperventilating over his broad chest. “Where’s all that control you had now?”

you were gonna be the death of him.

he had to juggle loving you, paying the frat, his soccer career—

“I’m sorry.”

3 rounds later and Sunwoo’s spent.

ravishing in your beauty,

the yearning of something he didn’t think he needed in a long time.

you made him the happiest man alive once upon a time.

“I don’t deserve you.”

3 rounds later and you were convinced.

ravishing in his warmth and comfort—

you haven’t felt this content in a long time.

“You deserved all of me.”

you loved him.

god you loved him and you don’t know how to stop.

2 years later and he’s still the man you love.

“I loved your wide smile. I craved your touch. I wanted your attention every damn day and you deserved every minute of having me. I loved everything about you, Kim Sunwoo. But you made that decision to let me go a long time ago.”

he kisses the places your tears stain,

fingers shakily threading through your now long hair.

“I was tired of convincing myself all of that were true. Tell me, baby. What else did you love about me?”

you catch your breath, nose brushed against his.

“Your eyes. Your nose. Your dick.”

his throaty laugh fills your ears like music on christmas morning. “What else, baby?”

you lean in, humming against his cheek.

eyes shut in absolute bliss.

remembering the subtle scent of bergamot and sage that stained his skin.

“Your lips? The way they move when you kiss me. How they feel when you tell me you love me.”

his arms clasp around your hips.

high on your euphoria with you pressed against him like this.

the stars were in his favor tonight.

perfectly aligned in the sky when he finally tells you,

“I love you.”

you’re convinced he’s joking.

you have to convince yourself he was making you a joke.

but Sunwoo holds you like he’s gonna lose you.

afraid you were gonna let go.

“I’ll never deserve you but i’ll love you for the rest of my life if I have to in order to convince myself I do.”

“What do you love about me, Kim Sunwoo?”

the full moon is in your favor.

illuminating the room just enough to meet his colorful eyes.

just enough color to remember how he looked at you once upon a time.

“That you’ll be the only girl that I get to love in my entire life. I don’t want to be with anyone else but you, baby. Not even if the stars start crossing in the sky.”

you a side piece?

hardly.

no, Kim Sunwoo never left your side.

he was like an overbearing parasite,

only having to move elsewhere when he wanted to be on top.

or when he kneels in front of you to ask you to be his wife.

and to think he would’ve had to beg once upon a time.

@kyusunyu / @kpopinesss / @atinybitofau

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dangermousie · 5 months

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Trailer for The Last Immortal: hahahahehehehohohohoh

Opening for The Last Immortal: did you hear how our ML murdered our FL for treason in full sight of the army and now keeps haunting places looking for her soul?

Never change, cdramas, pls!!!!

I do have to say my inner middle school boy is giggling at him killing her "with his magic weapon." But also, young (?) man, you murdered her, that might be great in terms of duty or w/e but that wins you the title of the World's Worst Suitor! Like - you killed her and you still want to chase after her? Usually even the biggest maniac peaces out after murder!

I am agog, this is a high budget version of Rising Feather, where ML kills FL for "reasons" and is all "but let's get back in the next life" and I got to say our FL, who does not remember it's her, is completely on point here:

The angst is gonna be glorious!!! He almost finds her but the other guy yeets her straight into reincarnation pool again. Oops! Honestly, this drama is gonna have to work to convince me that a man who murdered a woman deserves another chance with said woman. Because I am NOT feeling this as a romance. It doesn't mean I am not gonna enjoy the beep out of it - I mean, I adore GMP and that ML redefines toxic, but in terms of rooting for a happy ending, not so much. Watching ML twist and suffer though? Yes pls.

Yes, gaslight him, King!

Oh boy!

Elsa has something to say to you:

Or actually, don't! Because your pain is my entertainment!

Jokes aside, I am actually super excited about this set up, because after this opening we flash back to how this story started and we see our ML as a goofy drunk dude and so watching all the hijinks and OTT comedy in knowledge that it's all gonna end in murder and regret is GLORIOUS! (And the only way I could sit through comedy tbh.)

#cdrama #the last immortal #wang anyu #zhao lusi

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ohmotherwhereartthou-if · 6 months

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Hiii I’m new to this Page and I’m so sorry to ask this given how much I love how descriptive the RO’s, and if you are uncomfortable with this question, please ignore this😭…

But what would the RO’s reaction be if after a long night of socializing, they wake in bed next to someone who isn’t MC?

Hello,

You did everything right, don't worry. 😊

I low key would like some more context on this ask though lol. Are the RO's drunk? Who is the stranger? Is this a prank? Since you didn't specify I will make my own conclusions lol.

Edit: This ask low key reminds me of the Sinbad Magi anime where he sleeps next to princess Kougyoku by accident and everyone thought he slept with her but literally nothing happened. lol 😂

Cassandra: I am going to say that she was hosting a party and things were getting late but MC was still very awake so she left things to MC and went to bed. Only for somebody to channel their inner mexican childhood and find some random room to sleep in like they own the house. Dude really just let himself into their bed and passed out next to her, she probably felt the bed dip but thought it was MC and brushed it off. Until she turned around to hug MC and saw somebody else and lost her shit. Screaming and yeeting that man off the bed, with him being so terrified he ran to the balcony and jumped into the bushes to get away.

Valeria: I'm going to say with her this was a prank from MC and her brothers so when MC and her were getting ready for bed, MC goes to the bathroom and tells her to go to sleep while they shower. She gets some rest and feels when the bed dips but the lights are off so she doesn't see anything. She hugs the person next to her and immediately smells somebody else, she squints and asks for MC as she reaches for the lamp next to her. When the light comes on and she sees her twin Marcos resting on the bed blowing her kisses she cusses him out and kicks him off the bed. Cracking up the rest of her brothers and MC, after the immediate irritation blows over she laughs too and admits it was a good prank.

Tomás: Ummm, I am going to say he was at some event with MC and they rested up at a nearby hotel. At the party there was a foreign lady who was thirsting over him but he kept blowing her off, which in terms made her more desperate for him. So when you both got back to the hotel after the party MC said they were going to shower and he got in bed to sleep. He heard the water turn off but didn't know MC was taking their time getting dressed, he heard a door open and then someone climb in bed next to him. He turned over to embrace MC and smelled a odd perfume that MC has never worn but he ignored it. It wasn't until MC turned on the light and he looked up confused at them, that he turned his head to see the lady and he;

flipped. the. hell. out.

Poor man was screaming, utterly terrified and after MC drags her out of the room he is swearing up and down he had no idea it was someone other than MC. Please reassure him that you believe him, he couldn't bear the thought of MC thinking he would ever cheat on them.

Ludovica: ... I don't how this would happen with her. Probably the same way as Cass but she wouldn't be throwing parties that are not done by like 5 pm.

I'm going to say she attended one of Aurelio's parties with MC and it got dark before they realized it. Aurelio not wanting to send you guys back home in the dark he lets you spend the night in a borrowed room in his mansion. They go to bed together but at some point in the night MC goes to get some water from the kitchens and she stays awake in the dark waiting for them to get back. Some other house guest mistakes the room for their own and goes to bed, she just feels that something is off and says MC's name and the dude yells because she scared him and Vica screams because he scared her. Aurelio and MC sort everything out and while Aurelio escorts the dude back to his room Mc is going to have to calm her down and figure out how to get her back to sleep.

Aurelio: Moron probably threw a party and got too drunk and mistook a guest room for his own. Got in bed sleep there until morning and when someone kept poking his nose and didn't respond to MC's name when he told them to stop he opened his eyes and saw a very unamused noble women.

Aurelio: ... Good morning Signora Moretti.

Signora Moretti: Signore Aurelio. Got lost?

Aurelio: Yeah... so, how did you sleep last night?

Signora Moretti: Get out.

Aurelio: I mean this is technically my house-

Signora Moretti: Out.

Aurelio: Yes, Signora.

Elio: I also don't really know how this would happen to him but let's just keep blaming everything that happens in Romandi on Aurelio.

Elio channels his inner child and got sleepy during a late party and sleep in a random room. A nobleman got into bed with him thinking he was his wife and later when his actual wife turned on the light and both men sat up from under the covers chaos ensues.

"I knew you were gay!"

"Excuse me?! I don't even know this man!"

"I knew it! The way you always looked at your best friend and always prefered spending so much more time with him rather than your own wife!"

"Have you ever thought I prefer to spend more time with him, because he doesn't bitch and moan to me about every little thing!?"

Elio would either say: "Well this is awkward." or "Can you both shut up? I am trying to sleep." or "Where is MC? I think I am lost."

#omwat #ask #ludovica #aurelio #cassandra #elio #valeria #tomas #everything wrong in romandi is aurelio's fault

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exitpursuedbyasloth · 10 months

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Radovid?? Fucking RADOVID? WHY?

With S3 of The Witcher rapidly approaching, I find myself consumed with questions of....fucking RADOVID? WHY? Why him, of all people? I do not trust the Netflix Witcher writers one iota, but especially not when they go looking for a male love interest for Jaskier, they end up choosing Radovid. And have to radically age him up just to be a love interest Of all the characters, why choose Radovid? It’s like sand in my earball. It makes no fucking sense. They must have a reason, a motivation, for him over any other male character (unless they literally just yoinked his name out of a hat). So what made them, what is unique about Radovid that they want to add to the series and yeet into Jaskier’s bed? He’s the prince, then the King, of Redania, and Jaskier has connections to Redanian government with Dijkstra. He was briefly betrothed to Ciri as a child, but that was broken by his father (I believe this will be cut from the show, given he’s much older and a second son). He and his father (now brother) were manipulated by Phillipa, with it starting when he was child (still possible even with his aging up). And Radovid becomes a genocidal fascist who persecutes and slaughters elves, sorceresses, and other non-humans and magical folk, inspired by his hatred of Phillipa’s manipulation and influence (this is from the games, but is hinted at at the end of the books, though he’s still a child then). They could radically alter Radovid, sure, but A.) why call him Radovid at all, and B.) they still had to choose him from all their canon male characters to chose from, so what made them choose HIM above all others? There are plenty of nobles Jaskier could get with, if the goal was to have a noble with some power on their side. So Radovid isn’t singular in that regard. So, was their reasoning behind Radovid being Jaskier’s lover because he’s Redanian nobility and Jaskier works for the Redanian Intelligence Network? Is Jaskier being sent to honeypot Radovid, keep an eye on him and/or spy on him? Although Phillipa does seem to confront Jaskier at one point, it doesn’t immediately appear that way, they seem to be framing the romance as genuine, but they could be misleading us and it is a possibility. Which would be...christ like maybe a very competent team of writers could pull of this storyline, but not from the people who brought us Tree-Eskel and Yenn trying to sacrifice Ciri for her own gain and drunk hooker party at Kaer Morhen the super secret Witcher fortress lol let’s laught about how they’re too drunk to remember where they are...which is too drunk to consent...lol tits! Or is it that they want to connect Radovid to Jaskier because of what Radovid will become in the near future, to his brutal suppression of non-humans and magical humans, his bloody campaign against them? That is Radovid’s most prominent feature, what he is most known for, what makes him stand out from other potential candidates. Is this why? Is it supposed to be irony, since Jaskier is the Sandpiper, and rescues persecuted non-humans? Do they want Jaskier’s relationship to put Ciri and Geralt at risk, will his choice of bedmate endanger them, for added cheap drama? Will Radovid be seducing Jaskier under false pretenses, attempting to get close to Ciri or Geralt to hurt them, as hinted at in the leaked audition scene where Radovid mentions Ciri to Jaskier, tells him to bring her to Redania she’ll be safe here, while Jaskier lies and says he hasn’t seen her for years. Will Jaskier end up trusting him, bringing Ciri to him only for it to all go pear-shaped? Will the narrative blame Jaskier for what Radovid does to his friends, was it even necessary to drag him into it, as Radovid probably would have targeted them anyway? Or will Jaskier leave Radovid for his Gang of Non-Human and Magical Friends, thus spurning on Radovid’s genocide in the first place, cause Jaskier ‘betrayed’ him in his eyes? Which has got to be the most garbage option and I sure hope this isn’t it, this is below even what I think the Netflix Witcher writers are capable of. And there is always the possibility that there is no reason, they literally just picked a name and ran with it, who gives a shit what it means, they don’t have time to think things through and write and rewrite, not when there are slow-mo action shots to shoot and tits to shoehorn in and rapey fathers to give Father of the Year awards to. Things just happen in this show, with little rhyme or reason. The S3 trailers look even worse, a sad desperately flashy spectacle that fails to be spectacular. I don’t trust these writers to do anything good with this romance, I honestly don’t expect anything from this plotline other than to marvel at their ability to make bisexual rep feel a bit like a hate crime.

#Jaskier #The Witcher #Netflix Witcher #Geralt of Rivia #Witcher S3 spoilers #Bisexual Jaskier #Radovid #fucking goddamn gucking Radovid #Media analysis #LIKE THIS JUST FEELS SPITEFUL BUT I CAN'T PUT MY FINGER ON WHY #Joey Batey #I will be pleasantly surprised to be proven wrong but I don't think I will #queer rep #bisexual rep #this is me doom posting i know #i love being a hater

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katyspersonal · 11 months

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002. Eileen. Now

My ask box is all crows now, huh? x)

(Asks from this ( x ) meme)

002 I Give me a character & I will tell you

• How I feel about this character

I like her, but for some reason I do not think all that often about her? She is just one of those characters who is so crucial for the story itself and for the lore that I kinda... stop noticing them and take them for granted? It is hard to explain. I feel like she could certainly use way more exploration with her backstory and depths of her personality and relationships - that includes me too! Basically I think I am not being fair on her myself because she is just as important as Maria, Adeline, Valtr, Fauxsefka, Gascoigne... you know, THE core cast.

All the people I ship romantically with this character:

Hmmm... I don't find Eileen very shippable, since her occupation suggests a great dose of emotional isolation. For all she knows, anyone she loves could go blood-drunk and she'd have to hunt them! I entertained the idea of the post-game scenario where she and Henriett raise the daughters of Gascoigne and Viola together now, but even in that case it'd probably work better as grandma + aunt taking care of them as a ship. I do think she used to see some women back in her youth, when she was just a student/doctor, even before the plague took her own place. Crack ship idea though - Eileen x Arianna! Thumbs up, thumbs down?

My non-romantic OTP for this character:

Not going to call ANY NAMES *cough coooooough*, but I think the mother-son reminiscent bond between her and the Crow of Cainhurst is the top tier of the headcanons! I remember ancient times when I thought that Eileen and Crow were not even that familiar, and instead he simply mimicked appearance of Hunter of Hunters to not get questioned when he kills a hunter (important for his goals), but I've changed my mind since then! Doomed mother-son bond for life!!

My unpopular opinion about this character:

Not really an opinion, but rather a pet-peeve. We know from the lore that there WERE other Hunters of Hunters before Eileen, and only one was appointed at the given time. Presumably, Crow of Cainhurst is an apprentice and that's it!

But at times I see takes that have Eileen as the one and ONLY Hunter of Hunters that ever was, who appeared long ago and was the one since Old Hunters prime...? Example off the top of my head - that one manga centering around Maria (that I never properly read...). You know, with gingerhead white-garb Adeline (just like miiiiiine!!), super sigma male asshole Laurence, Willem recognizing as the pope of the Healing Church before he yeeted... all that. Of course I am not saying to go and write several OCs, but... Eileen was not the only one, clearly... come onnnnn.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon:

I want to see where Eileen's shack is at, so we know in what house to visualize her in the after-game events in which she totally doesn't die but simply retires because of health issues... She DEFINITELY just retires and simply stops fighting, right...? That's canon, you know? Of course you know that haha.,..

my OTP:

Again, I personally do not really have one that is romantic... I remember I used to be a big Eileen x Valtr stan, but that one indeed became platonic since then, especially since I shifted towards headcanoning her as a lesbian. However, as far as fan-stuff goes in general, I do support Eileen x Djura shippers! Very cool and based ship, definitely deserves its popularity! ...if 'popular content' and 'Eileen' are even compatible things fdanhfhds HELPPPP

my cross over ship:

Hmmm... None yet, however, I think in the crossover verse she'd be more likely to find love than in BB canon! I have a feeling that I'll find a great match for her somewhere in ER or DS, actually! .....yes, it has been far too long since I've touched any other universe besides Soulsborne...

a headcanon fact:

Like I mentioned in some other post, I think she was a student, learning to be a doctor! ...and then just a doctor. She wanted to stay in the university as a teacher, but could not stand aside when her place was plagued, and became a doctor! I do think her beak mask is the only thing remaining from the clothes in which she originally appeared in Yharnam!

Thank you for the ask!!!!

#bloodborne #eileen the crow #ask meme #ask replies #bloodborne headcanons #i am better not seeing how old some asks are....#why i am so bad at them argh #it is not something personal i am just booboo the fool and not very focused #(by not very i mean at all)

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thygoddessouijathicc · 1 year

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Phone Guy Dave AU Fanfic: BEANS

(Disclaimers: Heyyyy y’all seem to be liking the phone guy Dave AU! This story takes place after a book of memories when they somehow yeet themselves to Vegas. So here we go, Tangerine Man and Aubergine Phone in Vegas. Also for some context, in this AU Jack does not have the Flipside arcade machine, and thus does not know about Flipside Dave.)

The two men walk hand in hand down the neon lit streets of Vegas as everyone (sober enough to understand the world around them) stares. It could be their oddly hued skin. It could be the fact one of them has a phone for a head. It could be slightly less that they just robbed a store. Regardless, they pay no mind.

“Dude what happened in there, you just froze up!” Jack complains.

“Sorry sportsy, dam-dang telemarketers. You’d think I’d have some sort of block against that shi-stuff, but no.” Dave sighs in annoyance “I fu-hecking hate this fu-hecking swearing block.”

“Personally, I think it’s hilarious.”

“Of course YOU do! You’re not the one who can’t say heck. And of course you know I mean heck, notheck.”

“Can’t you just remove that feature?”

“Can’t, I tried. It’s tied up with a buncha really hecking important stuff so if I get rid of it I’m a goner. At least random acts of violence are still on the table!” Dave emphasizes this point by punching out a random drunk guy. “Feels more empty though. Sportsy, do you know if there’s a such thing as dying too many times? Do you think that stuff affects me or something?”

“I dunno, I’ve only died the one time… ok that’s not entirely true, I was pronounced dead for a solid 30 minutes in college. So I guess I’ve died twice.”

“Shoot sport, what were you doing?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know~” Jack thinks back to that night… why had he thought it was such a good idea. How else could injecting heroin into his asshole have gone? “Anyway, tell me about the whole phoney experience. I almost was one when I got springlocked.”

“Kinda not great to be honest. Beats the suit. Barely. At least I’m not full of hecking maggots with metal chunks impaling me and my organs hanging out. Nah, this is more… well just the right amount of mild discomfort to be considered torture. The head is shockingly itchy, telemarketers exist, I can’t hecking swear, my programming is screaming at me to go back to the restaurant, I can’t drink, I can’t do cocaine, and I’m eternally cringing because of all that stuff that I did as a glorified Scott.”

“Rip.”

“You’re so mean to me Old Sport.”

The two men come upon their favourite casino from their first two trips to Vegas.

“This place looks like less of a crack den than last time, Sportsy what went wrong!?” Dave says in a frantic tone as they stand in the lobby of the trashiest casino in Vegas, or at least what used to be.

“No fucking clue man.” Jack says shaking his head in disappointment.”

“How’s about we get ourselves kicked out and find a better place?”

“Oh fuck yeah.”

“Couldja stop flexing on me with your fancy hecking lack of a swearing block!” Dave complains as the two men walk up to the nearest security guard to attempt to beat him up.

Needless to say both of the crayola men were beaten within an inch of their lives and thrown out into an alley.

Jack wakes up to the feeling of something soft pawing at his face. When he opens his eyes he sees a fluffy little white kitten with black spots. His eyes widen as he sees this glorious creature, this absolute gift to the world.

“Dave… DAVE!” Jack slaps the phone man, hurting his hand in the process and hissing at the pain. Dave wakes up, apparently this is all it takes to get a phone man out of sleep mode.

“Ugh… what… what is it Spo-“

“Look at him. LOOK AT HIM DAVE!” Jack says, forcing the kitten into Dave’s face.

“Holy shoot Sport! Where didja get that lil bastard!”

“He woke me up, he didn’t have a collar or a microchip-“

“How could you tell he didn’t have a microchip?“

“I’ve been microchipped before, I know the signs. Well anyway. He didn’t have one, so he’s mine now, and I named him Beans. We’re keeping him regardless of what you say but can we keep him?” Jack attempts to do a cute face, turning out looking more like a Lovecraftian horror.

“‘Course Sportsy! How could I say no to a face like that! Both of ya! So… back to the strip?”

“Are you mad!? We need to make sure our SON is safe first! Do you even love me!?” Jack says, tearing up.

“Oh god I’m such a hecking moron! You’re right! You’re always right! Our child must come first! I do love you! More than anything else!” Dave says, also crying.

The two men skipped off hand in hand with Beans and spent the rest of the trip carrying the kitten around in a baby carrier.

(Note: Ok so this one was a little less angst and a little more fluffy crack. But yea, Beans is an official character now. He’s also surprisingly relevant to the loose plot I have planned. Btw I drew him, and I’ve decided all my fanfics from now on will tend to also come with art because I’m getting better about drawing shit.)

#dsaf #dsaf old sport #dsaf phone guy #dsaf dave #dsaf 3 #dayshift at freddy's #dsaf oc #does it count as an OC if it’s a cat?#dsaf jack #dave x jack #davesport #dave miller #jack kennedy #dsaf au #dsaf fanfic #fluffy crack #Cats #Had to update this because I forgot Beans drawing

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Question. Please don't take this as an attack, it's just a genuine question. I understand and completely understand why you're unhappy with the direction Jeys character has gone, but what is the difference in your opinion, why you like and support what they are doing with Jimmy. He's also being treated like a clown and a fool. I think he's hilarious and can pull it off, but I'm just interested in your perspective

not an attack at all, it's fine to ask. the difference for me is jimmy's still his own person. he wants to be stuck under roman's thumb again because he has nothing left, his one constant is gone. but he has his own reasons for wanting those things. we've seen that he clearly doesn't respect roman's place at the head of the table and he thinks he's a law unto himself, is capable of running things just like roman does. we've seen even when roman is around, jimmy's still calling audibles like they're his idea and not roman's. then, he thinks he's in charge when roman's away. we've seen him scratch and claw at being back in the bloodline only for the bloodline to keep brushing him to the side because they don't want him, but he isn't just some guy's sidekick, and he isn't being brushed aside for the sake of someone else.

plus, imo, jimmy's better at making goofy look complex. he's even done some pretty memorable things so far during this singles run, whereas the most memorable thing jey has done is say yeet and get drunk at a press conference after a ppv. it's down to the writing ultimately, because jimmy's being written in a certain way but he's still being written as his own person, as a guy with layers. he still has those parts of his personality that make it obvious he isn't doing it just to do it without direction. he's fighting for his place in the bloodline (and as roman's right-hand, honestly) with everything he does, but he's delusional about it because he thinks he's invincible. there's something there they can play with.

jey, though? what has jey got? what is he doing? he just isn't layered at all anymore. he's one dimesional, like a cardboard cutout of who he used to be. he doesn't do anything. he has no emotion (until randy came back), no ulterior motives (not all ulterior motives have to be villainous), no story. no direction. he shows up, waves his arms for the crowd, says yeet for his every other word to act a fool, and then disappears again. or if he doesn't disappear, he does something that'll benefit cody (hopefully not something that'll continue now but who the fuck knows) and, again, disappears. he's terribly written now, and jey's strong suit imo has never been his goofiness. it's always been his depth. sure, it's fun to see him act silly sometimes but every week, consistently? fuck me, even clowns take a day off.

#anon ask #ask #wrestling tag #up until now jey has solely existed on raw to give cody his babyface attention #and i can't even say i'm hopeful that'll change #cause this shit w/ seth is left-field too #probably just to further drew's heel heat (which is why they've brought up umaga today too)

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queenofapeacefuldawn · 2 years

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Mini: Why are my fire alarms going off?!

[2 minutes earlier]

Rudy: I'm so excited to make dinner for my beautiful girlfriend <3

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Nikita, to Aru: It's not possible for you to have a mid-life crisis. You're, like, fifteen.

Mini: Given the amount of people she pisses off daily, there's the very real chance of her dying by 30.

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Aru: When I get murdered please make sure that my case remains unsolved.

Aiden: Why though

Aru: I want to go on Buzzfeed unsolved.

Mini: Rewind to the part when you said "WHEN I get murdered"

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Nikita: I suggested we flip a coin, but Opal said that she doesn't gamble.

Nikita: Which is ironic, given she was gambling the chances of me slapping her.

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Mini: Aru, you and Brynne aren't allowed at my house anymore.

Aru: Is it because we-

Mini, exasperated: YES, IT'S BECAUSE YOU STALKED RUDY AND ME WHILE WE WERE ON A DATE.

Brynne, whispering to Aru: She doesn't know about the fire.

Mini: WHAT FIRE?!

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Rudy, drunk: You're very pretty, may I ask you out on a date?

Mini: ....We're married

Rudy, crying: OH MY GOSH WE ARE????

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Rudy: A Furby can be a personal bodyguard if you're not a coward.

Mini:

Mini: What even-

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Sheela: I'm ten seconds away from Aru-ing this shit and yeeting myself into the void.

Aru: Did you just use my name as an adjective? And did it make sense?

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#the pandava quintet #aru shah and the end of time #aru shah and the song of death #aru shah and the tree of wishes #aru shah and the city of gold #aru shah and the nectar of immortality #tpq #roshani chokshi #aru shah #aiden acharya #brynne rao #yamini kapoor mercado lopez #prince rudy of naga loka #mini x rudy #aru x aiden #brynne x hira #nikita jagan #sheela jagan #opal

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idv-news-boi · 1 year

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->Laurence's Journal Entry {Part 2}

Day 11 {Is this a Mochi..?}

James, I was about to eat that mochi with the American flag decorated on it,,,

I thought Akihiko made it specially for me since I’m American - until i notice the sunglasses and how it just moved...

I ended up yeeting him out of the window,,,- I'm sorry, Uncle Sam,,,! 😭😔

Day 12 {My 12th bonk of the week-}

Got sent off flying back to the manor thanks to Mr. Subedar's soldier punch- Note to self; never blabber with teammates, keep decoding alone,,-

Without this note, i might just often end up staying at the infirmary most of the time- which is not cool,, >:'v

Day 13 {The Grumpy, Artsy Gnome}

James, let me tell you a not-so-secret secret,,, Out of all the artists community in the manor, the Painter is the most grumpier one,,,-

I'm surprised when he requested me to be his model for a painting- Even after bonk my head with his blank canvas itself,,,-

He's actually very good at his field, I won't underestimate that for sure.

Day 14 {Mount Mochi}

Oh gosh Jim,,,, This manor is so weirdly amusing! Some anon just donated a huge pile of mochi's to Akihiko's camera while we're working a the studio-

He doesn't seem confused by such strange patron gift, and seems to be grateful by the sight of yummy delicacies,,,-

Day 15 {I made someone else's Flytrap eat my microphone by accident-} @idvask-hunterfinn

Yes, James, i can't believe a flytrap would be that strange enough to eat metal- i thought it was safe enough to interview it,,,

But at least Mr. Drosera helped me fetched my tool back~ ❤️

I wish I could flirt more with him if only I wasn't on "thin ice" with him,,,,/IH (⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠)

Day 16 {Princely,,, So cute}

Prince got worried after i got injured during a match-

I was with Percy who i just broke up(cut connections-) with him after hitting my butt so hard,,, No wonder how I got injured/ih

But anyway, i rest assure anyone that it's hard for me to die,,, even age.

Day 17 {Duo Hunter Match is so fun!!!} @/idv-sinful-deities (bc that kinda feels like I'm spamming if it's a multi-muse blog for me idk why :'3)

James- I played Duo Hunters,,, IT WAS SO FUN??? It was so chaotic-- i also made a friend during the situation,,,, her name is Tae(pinned pic of Tae from the manor's survivor files)

We were giving and high giving for the good work until the hunter was about to get us- good things I saved us with a flare gun I've been saving the entire time,,, haha! x'D

Day 18 {Someone Came Back!} @idv-asktheconsigliere

Hey, James! One of the people who entered the manor before recently came back- I got so excited,,, I even made a breaking news announcement for her! Isn't that sweet? (pinned profile pic of Melissa from the manor's survivor files)

I seem to get along with Melissa surprisingly despite how serious she looks,,, She's so cool though????

Also- i just got tricked by one of the flirt attack asks by an anon who turned out to be her but drunk,,, after all that thinking from Amanda, to Angeline, to Bianca, and-

But anyway! At least I helped her get to her room- nothing has been done besides all the flirting~ 😅

Day 19 {Met Bianca,,, Also having lil Coffee Meetups} @experimental-blueprints

There was a lot of tension at first in our first meeting- i honestly don't really have taste for sassy-pretty girls- but i still invited Bianca anyway- she'll be fun to talk with~ (pinned profile pic of Bianca from the manor's survivor files)

We are now starting to meet up for Sunday coffee talks,,- Well, is mostly me talking as Bianca may look like she's so done with me yet still listens to me,,,- I think I'm in love./IH/hj 🥺

Day 20 {Bromance Marriage}

I proposed Akihiko with a friendship, purple candy ring pop, he said yes despite he doesn't like artificial purple flavored stuff,,-

I hired Eiji as our Preacher at the Red Church in case the building turns out to be hunted- I'll make sure Aki is reminded to bring his camera for that situation-/ih

#📰// journal #idv oc #identity v oc #idv oc ask blog #identity v #idv ocs #idv askblog #idv

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animereviewsbykyranskye · 1 year

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Reviews while I watch Mashle: Magic and Muscles: Episode 1

MASHLE! MASHLE! MASHLE! ITS FINALLY HERE!

Okay story time. I bought the first volume of this manga by chance because I was doing a get 3 for 2 special at the shop I was buying from and I couldn’t find a third book in the series that I had been reading. Note that I had not bought a book from a series that I hadn’t read online before at this point in time so it was quite a gamble for me to do this. So I bought the first book knowing absolutely nothing about it. I then went for some lunch and while I was waiting I decided to start reading this book that I had just bought. I finished it then and there and immediately went back to the shop and bought the next three books that were available at the time. I currently have up to volume 8 in the physical books and have only read from the physical books so there’s a lot I don’t know about but damn I really love the goofyness of this story and how the characters act and bounce off of each other.

I’m so glad that the anime has finally come out, I’ve really been looking forward to this for so long. Let’s get into it.

Setting up the importance of magic in the world really well.

Fuck. This opening scene with him is hilarious in both medium.

Also another story. I didn’t register that Mashle had yellow eyes until I saw the trailer for the anime. XD

Creampuff boi.

Aaaaaand the opening image of the opening is a cream puff. This is perfect. Even more cream puffs. And he sits on the throne eating a cream puff. Yes. Just yes. I also love how there’s so many minor villains and they show all of them in the opening XD. Looks like we should have the puppet guy as the main villain for this season. Doesn’t look like it goes much past him. Excellent point to get to though. I loved that fight and his personality in the manga.

Best coping mechanism for stress. Just scream.

Push or Pull. That is the question.

Fucking didn’t realise how much I needed this to me animated. This is amazing.

He so skinny for such a buff guy.

And he disobey for cream puffs.

Stronk.

Perfectly timed wind.

Good allusion to how people can tell about magic skills.

They make the cop seem so badass.

Not the cream puff! And the drunk cop! Not the cream puff!

The absurdity in this is brilliant. Ahhh.

Speedy father. And he is still the cream puffs.

Take a shot for everytime I type cream puffs.

Ha. He doesn’t want the door to be broken again.

They could have used the door atleast.

A song about cream puffs. Cute.

Backstory time. Mashle saved him! It is a sign! woo.

And there goes the door. And the other wall.

Time to see mash in action! There goes the shirt.

The magic effects are so cool!

Wack. “Can magic be paff’ed just like that?” Best line in all of this.

Paff.

Yeet.

Is the whole outro just about cream puffs? And we just watch the characters dancing. This feels like a weird tiktok video. XD

What the fuck did I just watch. XD

----after thoughts----

Fuck that was amazing. I could not stop laughing. They really captured the essence of the manga so well. It’s fascinating how a character who has no personality outside of cream puffs is such a likeable protagonist. I can’t wait to see where the rest of this goes and how they handle the rest of the main cast. We start seeing some of their personalities through the outro which is really sick. I can’t wait for next week!

#anime #review #mashle magic and muscles #wow #this is what I needed to finish off my friday #fuck that was good #I'm so glad I found this series all those months ago XD #reviews while I watch #kyranskye

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Ch. 8: Bitter Shadows

Everything begins anew right where it began : at the tavern.

WC: 1,437 A/N: Double chapter drop this week YEET. I think with chapters that are under 2k words I'll be doing that, at least until I catch up to where I currently am (~ch. 18? I think?) Ao3 Link in reblog || Full text available under read more.

The Rowdy Raven was a completely different place during the day. No crowds gathered around card tables or uproarious laughter to interrupt shanty music. Instead it was quiet and empty, a stark contrast to the past two times Rosie had been there. When she and Portia had arrived, she hadn’t even been sure it was open yet. The barkeep hardly looked up from the glasses he was cleaning as they entered, just rolled the toothpick in his mouth and gave them a nod.

“Are you sure he’d be here? It’s not even noon yet,” Rosie asked in a hushed voice, not wanting to break the glassy quiet.

“Trust me, I know my brother. If he were going to crash anywhere it’d definitely be a place called ‘the Rowdy Raven’. And if he’s in the kind of mood I suspect…well he’d have out-drunk any sailor on the seas by now.” Even though the sun was shining brightly, the ambient light in the tavern was still dim. The two women squinted as they scanned the floor of the bar. A glimpse of auburn in one of the far corners caught Rosie’s eye.

“There,” she whispered and nudged Portia. Julian was slumped over a table, empty tankards scattered around him. His hair fell messily over his eyes; she couldn’t tell if he was awake or not.

“Oh boy,” Portia’s mouth was set in a hard line. “There he is. Listen, when he gets like this, what he really needs is a good boot to the ass. You want to deliver it, or should I?” “You go ahead.” Rosie had a feeling that the very last thing he needed in his state was to be chewed out by the woman he’d so adamantly broken things off with just a few nights ago. “Right.” Portia strode over and slammed her hands on the table. “Ilya! What do you think you’re doing?” Julian startled, sending a few of the empty steins clattering onto the floor. He lifted his head slowly, his eyes bleary and red as he blinked at them “P-Pasha?” His gaze drifted past her and filled with guilt as he saw Rosie behind her. “Rosie…how did the two of you — where did the two of you come from? How’d you find me?”

“Oh it was easy. We just followed the sounds of miserable spiraling and day drinking. What are you doing here?!” Portia’s voice took on a more urgent tone. “Do you want to be caught?”

“Caught? Here?” Julian drained the last of his drink from the tankard in his hand. “Nonsense. The bird would fly in and cause a racket.” “Oh, and I’m sure you’re just as spry after a dozen drinks too, right?”

He sighed and slumped back over the table. “If I did get caught I’d deserve it. It’s not safe for either of you to be near me. You’d better go, before you get tangled in my mess.” He reached for another one of the tankards, but Portia swatted it out of his reach. “We aren’t going anywhere without you!” Portia grabbed his arm and started trying to pull him out of the booth. “You’re my brother, I’m already tangled in your mess. Do-” her voice finally broke. “Do you have some kind of death wish, Ilya?!”

“Pasha, oh, oh no. Don’t cry, don’t-” “I’ll cry if I want to! This is your fault, you know!” She wiped angrily at her eyes and turned away, her lower lip trembling. “Y-you’d better hold me back, Rosie. B-before I hurt him!” Rosie wrapped an arm around the shorter woman and pulled her close, rubbing her shoulder. “Pasha, oh Pasha, I’m sorry, I-” “Julian,” Rosie’s voice was measured when she finally spoke. “Do you remember what you promised me?”

“I…I’m sorry. I’ve caused so much trouble for both of you. Wherever I go, misery follows.”

“Would you stop with the dramatics for once?" Portia wiped her eyes again. "We already-" "It's not dramatics if it's true." "But that doesn’t mean you can just give up! Y-you'll be killed, Ilya!" “Maybe I deserve to be,” he shook his head and swallowed hard, slumping back into his seat. “Barth? Barth!” he all but wailed. “I need another stein over here, please. Make it another Salty Bitters.” “No, I think you’ve had enough,” Rosie said. “Will you come with us or would you like the three of us to sit here all day cryin’ into our drinks like miserable drunkards?”

“...It’s not the worst idea. The beer is especially good today.”

“Or, we could figure out the truth behind what happened. Put this all to rest.”

“Or, third, we get Ilya out of town ASAP.”

“I can’t just run away, Pasha. I tried that before, didn’t turn out so well. It’s time to face the music.” “Oh, for God’s sake,” Rosie pinched the bridge of her nose. “If you won’t get off your ass I suppose I’ll just have to carry you." Julian didn’t have time to react before Rosie had pulled him out of the booth and slung him over her shoulders.

“R-Rosie, put me down!”

“Quiet. Portia?”

"Right, so as I was gonna say. If you didn’t kill the Count, someone else must have, right?” Portia said. “Well I...I didn’t actually think about that. Either I did, or there’s another killer on the loose. Which is…bad, obviously. Bad if there’s another murderer out there who isn’t me.” He started to gag, and Rosie quickly set him on his feet before his previous drinks could make an encore appearance. “Though let’s uh,” he cleared his throat. Rosie pressed her palm against his back to steady him. “Let’s be honest here. All signs point to me as the culprit.”

“We still don’t know that, Ilya. Shouldn’t we find out for sure? For all we know you could be being framed for some political assassination that had nothing to do with you." “I suppose you make a good point...But I, and I truly hate to admit this, if it wasn't already made clear how badly I wish you two weren't getting involved-" "Too late. We already are," Rosie said as she squeezed his arm. "Yes you've made that very clear, dear. But I...I really can't do this on my own." “You dunnae have to,” Rosie's hand slid down to grasp his. “We’ll figure this out. Together.” “So if you won’t leave the city yet, where do we go? What do we do?”

‘We need a solid plan,’ Rosie thought. ‘We can’t just keep running around willy-nilly. Julian’s life is on the line. If he could just remember...' “We have to start at the scene of the crime. It might jog your memory enough to figure things out from there.”

“That won’t be a problem for you and I, Rosie. But how will we get him into the Palace? If…if someone sees him, it’s all over,” Portia said. Rosie grinned, her teeth glinting in the low light. “Magic.”

“What? Do you mean I’d become another person?”

“No, you’ll just look like one. Think of it as a stage trick.”

“That’s all well and good, but who ?”

Rosie and Portia exchanged a look. They both knew there was only one person that would make sense to be accompanying them to the Palace.

‘ Knowing they’ve got a history… ’ Rosie grimaced. ‘ Maybe we just don’t tell him .’ “You’ll still be just as handsome, don’t worry,” she said, waving off the question. “Let's go into the alley. There’s too much residual energy in here for me to properly cast.” She led the way out of the tavern, Portia followed, supporting Julian against her shoulder despite his protests that he needed no help staying upright. “Now, illusions aren’t much my specialty,” Rosie said as the three ducked into a secluded corner. “So if you feel any kind of tingling, itching, or burning sensations, please speak up.”

“What uh, what does it mean if that happens?” Rosie shrugged as she rolled up her sleeves and scooped up a handful of dirt. “Dunno. Could mean you’ll turn into a newt. But you’d probably get better.” Julian leaned against the wall, looking very pale. The dirt shimmered in the air as she blew it. It settled finely on his skin, visibly rippling with magic. Illusions were different from true transformation, always faster and always neater. As soon as the dust had settled, Julian was no longer standing in the alley with them. “Oh, who’s that?” Portia asked. “He’s handsome!”

“What? What do I look like?” He scrambled to a nearby puddle and dropped to his knees, staring down at his reflection. “Oh my God,” Julian, now wearing Asra’s face, shook his head. “I’m definitely too drunk for this.”

#shoutout to ouiser for the idea of jackie daytona barth. he will always be in my head now #arcana #the arcana #portia #julian #portia devorak #julian devorak #rosie #mine #kismet

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