#I actually had the idea for a robot demon for a while now so I was really excited to make this!

[dolls-self-ships]

hazbin hotel self insert number 2 because I’ve lost all control of my life

@menshusband @shiny-self-shipping @westiefromtheeast @bat-anon @sunflawyer @sunstar-of-the-north

[vrystalius]

The best gift

It’s the best time of the year — gifting season! So, your husband decided to gift himself to you as a gift… how will they do it?

Pairing: Sanemi, Kyojuro, Gyomei, Giyuu x gn!reader

MDNI- Minors do not interact please! This is slight NSFW/very suggestive.

Sanemi Shinazugawa

After pondering and visiting all kinds of stores across Japan while he’s supposed to be hunting and slaying demons, Sanemi figured the best gift he could give you is himself. What more would you want besides snacks and your dear husband? But since it’s the holiday season, why not present himself like a proper gift.

Sanemi tried to bind himself with the help of thick ribbons, but one can only do a good job with one hand and under time pressure to get ready before you call him over to open gifts, so his appearance now looks more like a last minute thought rather than a carefully thought out plan to seduce you with him being presented to you like a beautiful gift you could use all for your needs, whatever they might be.

After binding his hands together, Sanemi slapped one last bow in the center of his naked chest (and a smaller one right above his crotch area) as a finishing touch and proceeded to seat himself next to the beautifully decorated Christmas tree, waiting on you to notice your impatient, half naked husband trying to appear alluring while also not being able to move too much without compromising the ribbons.

“What are ya waiting for? You want me to oil up as well or something?!”

Actually, thanks to the tape he used, after being freed and unwrapped by you, Sanemi got a very cheap hair removal job. You had to treat the burn marks while he fussed about them not being a big deal.

Kyojuro Rengoku

After taking Tengen’s joke about gifting himself to his wife for the holidays too serious, Kyojuro bought multiple packages of red and gold wrapping paper, sparkly ribbons and a large bow as a final detail. First, he tried to wrap every limb individually but realised that he looked like a very unloved robot with all the tube looking shapes and wrinkled paper, so Kyojuro tried again. This time, he wrapped himself whole and just kinda sat beside the decorated tree in the living room, looking like a sack of potatoes that was decorated by golden ribbons and bows. Despite his appearance, your husband was waiting for you to finally unwrap him.

Although he does feel slightly guilty for just making a scrap book containing all of your memories together that looks more like a toddler’s art project rather than a sincere attempt to eternalise the best memories of you two and then wrap himself in wrapping paper and present himself as your second and probably better gift.

But as you free Kyojuro from the paper prison he put himself in and help him get untangled from all the mess, he was delighted to hear you laugh at his ridiculous idea and unforgettable sight of Kyojuro being wrapped in wrapping paper with just his head being exposed.

“A-Ah, I’m glad you enjoyed… well, me! I suppose you can now whatever you like with me, I am at your complete service!”

Gyomei Himejima

Believe it or not, Gyomei’s first idea about gifting himself to you were a little less than innocent. You never knew about this, but your husband is actually quite knowledgeable when it comes to Shibari— a bondage method that is not just purely for sexual purposed but rather for the aesthetic appearance of a carefully and thought-through bondage of a body and the trust needed to submit to your partner. Thanks to Gyomei’s build and stature, it can be hard for him to submit to you fully, as he can easily and accidentally break free from any restraint, ruining the fantasy. But with Shibari it would be much easier, more intimate too.

Instead of making it a surprise that he himself is the gift, your husband suggested that you could bind him with deep red ropes while Gyomei instructs you on what to do in every step, together creating a beautiful art piece out of your husband’s body, the ropes deliciously highlighting his soft chest and relaxed muscle and made Gyomei shiver in delight multiple times throughout the process, sending all the excitement down to his groin.

By the end of tying him down on your bed (the link is from google and sfw), your husband slightly regretted giving up all of his power to you like never before, as you could now tease and play with him until he is in tears, although Gyomei wouldn’t mind that much. You just need to loosen the ties around his crotch a little, it’s getting very tight down there.

“Please don’t tease me too much, I’m not sure how much I can handle, pearl.”

(Normally, praying away the impure thoughts always helped with his bodily reaction, but you gently tugging on the ropes and being fully at your mercy awakened something in that man that was not possible to be prayed away.)

Giyuu Tomioka

He actually had no idea what else he could buy for you as a gift. Giyuu buys you a fresh batch of flowers after every mission, he cooks and cleans whenever he is able to, he gets you small gifts like trinkets, accessories and clothes throughout the year anyway, so what else can he give you? Standing inside a gifts shop stressed him out severely as he was worried about if you either already have the item he was looking at, if you really would appreciate this neat gadget he found or even like the cute plush he found.

Giyuu then just bought a ribbon and wrapped it around his neck and decorated it with a cute ribbon, then awkwardly stood in the door frame of your bedroom, trying to look at least a little alluring by posing slightly.

“This… is rather stupid, but I am all yours. Your gift.“

After standing there for a couple of seconds in silence, Giyuu sighed deeply and let the cringe overtaking his body.

“Never mind. I’m getting you something else.”

💠

Merry Christmas and happy holidays everyone!! I am back from my break and Demon Slayer brainrot found itself back into my brain after getting access to VR Worlds and joining a couple kny worlds as Mitsuri and my Douma cosplay arriving— I still need to style and trim it a little but I am SO EXCITED FOR IT!! Anyways, I hope everyone is doing well 🫶 I wish everyone happy holidays and a lot of fun, good food, wanted gifts and a warm home <33

Anyways, again, make sure to EAT, DRINK and SLEEP enough <3

Take care of yourselves <3

[tripleglitchwriting]

Kinesthesis 3

Jazz/Prowl/HumanReader first contact AU

Part 2

I am so sorry this took so long 😭 but I finally got something out! This was written over the course of multiple months so if it’s inconsistent that’s why. Over my impromptu hiatus I’ve grown as a writer and as a person so that will probably change the way this story goes, but not to worry! I still plan on carrying on with this fic.

Be aware that I may not remember things about that last two chapters before this because it’s been a while. If you find any mistakes, let me know!

Also, thank you to the anons that encouraged me to keep going! This one goes out to you.

So, now you have quite a few problems. Not only were the ‘robots’ alive, they were also obviously damaged and asking for your help. Your help. Of all people. You still didn’t know where they came from, if someone was piloting them, how they got here, what that blue liquid was, or why one of them only made weird metallic scratching sounds. That one in particular really freaked you out when it first started ‘speaking’. At the time, you immediately assumed there was a metal demon somewhere coming to eat you.

Instead of that, they were just giant robots asking for your help in the middle of asscrack nowhere. Very simple. Foolproof, even. Nothing wrong there.

“I’m… going to get to work.” You told the one apparently named ‘Prowl’. He didn’t make any sputtering noises at you this time, so you took that as your go-ahead.

He was huge. Well, you knew that, but it was still jarring. You had to literally climb him to get to his wounds. Delicately placing your rag to the injured spot on his neck, you could feel the pump of something akin to a heart under the metal. Now that was weird. Wait, maybe it was just a fuel pump of somesort. He couldn’t… it couldn't have an actual heartbeat, right? Robots don’t have heartbeats.

That isn’t possible.

After a bit of cleaning up blue liquid and trying not to cut yourself on shards of metal, a realization dawned on you. These guys were more complicated than you thought. Really, a robot shouldn’t have this much… everything. They shouldn’t have half of whatever parts are in them. What kind of coding was driving them anyway? What fuel did they even use? The blue stuff?

Oh, who are you kidding. They aren’t robots. They can’t be. They can’t just be robots. They fell from the sky, of course they can’t be robots! Your heart picked up its already erratic pace, yet even with shaky hands, your work took priority.

Soon after there wasn’t a hole in Prowl anymore. Not one on his neck, anyway. You counted that as a win. But seeing as there were way more lacerations, dents, and cuts all over both of them, you definitely had the rest of your work cut out for you.

Simple. Foolproof, even. Nothing wrong there.

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Jazz, with his sight still mostly busted, anxiously awaited some sort of indicator that the person helping them was actually patching up Prowl. They seemed pretty stunned earlier. Scared. He had assumed they’d run away and get help. That would be a more reasonable reaction, right?

Obviously it was probably better that they didn’t, this was a completely new planet after all. They’d be scrap if it weren’t for this random person helping them out. This person that is native to this new planet. With… no knowledge of Cybertronian biology- oh scrap. This person had no idea what they were doing!

“W – it! Wa– a - i!” Staticy, barely understandable garble came out of his vocalizer. He heard a tiny peep out of the little guy and a kind of ‘hrmph’ from Prowl.

“What? What is it? Did I do something wrong?” They squeaked in a comically high-pitch tone. “I- I’m sorry, I- know mechanics but this is kind of different and I don’t want to hurt anybody I just-”

“Y- yo- u kno- me- c– nics?”

“Um, yeah, it’s what I do. For school.”

“S- – -ry f’r t--e frig–t, I’m j-st co– m– in’ to–my–sen s- s- ses, an’ rel-i’ed wher– we ar’... an’ I don’ kn- kn- kn- – -w… ca—n– ya- re- – -y fi- x us?”

“O- oh, n- now yo- -y questi- on it?” Prowl commented from the sidelines. Jazz deliberately ignored him.

“I mean, I can, I just need some time to figure everything out… i- it doesn’t hurt, does it?”

“W- Wha-t’s’t sayi- in- ing?”

“A- askin’ i- if it- it- it- hu- – -ts.”

“O- of co- rs’ it h-urts!”

“Wait, what’s he saying?”

Jazz cringed for a moment, realizing just how taxing it’s going to be on him to keep translating. Of course, he decided to use it to his advantage. Why not have some fun in the face of certain death?

“H- he s’ys h’s t—ckl’sh.”

“Oh, um, okay. Does that mean you guys can’t feel pain? Like, can I go harder with this? I have some power tools I can use back in—” Okay. Bad plan.

“N- N- N-O we C- – -N Fe’L It!”

“Oh, um, can or can’t?”

“C- C- C- C- CAAIIIEEEZZZZzzzt!” His vocalizer gave off a pointedly unpleasant sound just before shorting out.

“Is that… should I know what that means?” Jazz took a second to reset his vocalizer.

“N- n- n- o… b- b’t w– fe’l pa’n… i–t h- – -rts…”

“Can feel pain, got it. Um, is your voice okay? I can try fixing it… if that’s a thing I can fix…?” As much as he appreciated the gesture, Jazz wasn’t ready for that kind of operation.

“N- n - o thn’ks.”

“Alright… I’m gonna keep going here then.”

It was then, nearly offline, cut off from most forms of communication, on a completely alien planet, that Jazz realized this might be a little bit too much to handle.

“Y- y- you—re an ‘di—ot.”

“M- ay’e… bu— ‘least I c’n t- t- ta-k to ou- fr’nd ‘ere.”

“It’s Wh—lja’k, o- of c-cou’se I d- di—-nnooowoowOWW!” Jazz heard a loud crash followed by a tiny scream.

“Oh my god I’m so sorry, what did I do? I- I didn’t know, oh my god…”

“Wh—t? —at ‘appe— d?!”

“I- I’m sorry, I think I hit something, I’m so sorry!”

“Pr—ler? P—owl!?”

He got a groan in response. A groan and a new, distinct, clear sound.

“—bbzzzt —- bzzzt ——tobots! This is Optim— —ime. If yo- can hear thi-, heed my call. The Arc is inoperable. Most of you are scattered across an alien world. While I do not know where the Decepticons have landed, I can confirm they are on the planet with us. Do not lose hope here, my friends. For the fate of Cybertron and the remaining Autobots rests in your capable servos. Attached to this message are the coordinates to the Arc, I will be waiting for you there. Good luck—- bzzzt —— bzzzt—-!”

The three sat in silence. While he couldn’t see the hologram that was most likely coming from Prowl’s projector, he heard what the message contained. They were safe. Optimus was safe. And he once again had a goal to achieve.

“Wh- what the hell was that!?”

“Th’nk Pri—us…” Prowl whispered.

“It -as… a- a- f- fri—nd.”

“Oh, okay. What did your friend say?”

“Th— w- we ha— so—me-here t- be.” Jazz attempted to move his body, but was once again denied. “W- we n- n- ne—d to g—-!”

“Hey, woah woah woah! You are not well enough to get up yet! I haven’t even started patching you up!”

“Aau—augh! I- I- kn— Ratc— uh, I- I- I kno—“

“Settle down. I- I’ll be as fast as I can, alright?”

Jazz huffed in halfhearted agreement. Prowl, on the other hand…

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He thought this was an incredible waste of their time. Oh, sure, he needed to be fixed, but he was doing just fine now and he did not need help from a mysterious stranger he couldn’t understand. How could he, Prowl of Petrex, need the help of a tiny little creature like this one? There was no such need. The only need he had was to get himself and Jazz functional again, report back to Optimus, and win the war.

He tried to get up. After about half a second of metal creaking, unconscious groaning, and a little squeak from his benefactor, his body gave out. His spark burned with a searing mixture of frustration and stress as he tried to clench a servo. But of course he couldn’t. Of course he was stuck. Injured, vulnerable, and useless. But still, Optimus needed him. Needed them. So he needed to get up!

“C- cal- m d- do— n Pr—‘er… ye’ sca- a- rin’ ‘em…” He could hear panicked chittering from somewhere on top of him. He had half a mind to shoo the thing away, but even if he could raise his servo, he knew this was his only hope. He would never admit that, obviously, but deep in his spark he knew.

He didn’t respond to Jazz. He didn’t need to. He just focused on the little twinge of pain somewhere atop his chassis and a wound being sealed. A familiar feeling. Not too familiar, not like this, but enough to be comforting.

He imagined the medbay in the Arc. That time when they defeated the enemy and no one had to die. They won, and everyone cheered and celebrated and did whatever people do to express joy during a war.

He was unconscious for cycles. Just because nobody died doesn’t mean nobody was hurt. And he was really, really hurt. But it didn’t matter, not even to him. Moments like that are rare, after all. When one could rejoice without mourning the loss of a friend. He’d only expected Ratchet or First Aid to stay with him during that time. Who wouldn’t want to celebrate the spoils of victory? No one is willing to give up a moment of solace like that. No one is stupid enough to pass up the opportunity for happiness. Except Jazz.

Jazz stayed with him the whole time. He stayed by his bedside, refusing to leave once the required surgery was over. He brought glasses of energon for both of them. To share.

Prowl didn’t wake up then. He missed the party and the congratulations and the relief. He missed Jazz telling him stories and about his day. He missed when the rest of the crew stopped by to check on him. When he did finally come out of stasis, Jazz wasn’t there. Not of his own volition, but because he passed out on the floor due to exhaustion. They both got a long lecture about taking care of themself from Ratchet when it was over.

And Jazz is there, now, still with him. Bleeding out and broken, but still there. And Prowl was powerless to help him. His HUD sang one final message in his head before it went suddenly silent, and he fell helplessly into the deep abyss of stasis.

[post-punk-revival]

Hi if you're autistic, otherkin/therian, or plural and you like playlists about specific things you can relate to but you don't search for them anymore because you never seem to find ones that you can relate to as the type of autistic/'kin/system/etc. you are and/or they always seem to be the same 10 indie folk songs and you have nothing against the genre especially but once in a while you would like variety, some playlists with different genres, lyrics you can't necessarily immediately relate to but can see where the playlist maker was getting the idea from, songs by lesser known artists or types of music not often featured on that kind of playlist,

First of all, are you me? Because that's so specific. Second of all when you lament that you wish there was more content for people with your preferences you usually get told to make it yourself, so since you also somehow have this exact specific complaint, I have bitten the bullet for you and am graciously forcing you to look at my terrible yet pretentious taste in music <3

Hello this is my therian & otherkin playlist, songs about being or feeling any kind of nonhuman, not even just animals but also including ghosts, aliens, robots/computers, and many other less specific and more specific things. There are a good amount of wolf/werewolf songs because that's a popular thing for songs to be about but I'm not a canine at all so I promise it's not overwhelmingly wolf-themed

This is my autism playlist, with fewer songs that have one throwaway line about how Taylor Swift was socially awkward as a kid, and more songs about feeling disenfranchised by allistic society, being dehumanized and ostracized, and dealing with trauma as an adult. Trying to go for something relatable if you're not hyperverbal or you're low masking or you grew up in special ed or you have Autism Rage or you're generally not a quirky white TikTok girlie

This is my plural/system playlist, which was originally just private and made for our hyperspecific experience so in addition to #relatable stuff it also has a lot of songs that might make no sense to other systems, but I feel like sharing it anyway as yet another ploy to get people to listen to Monofader, so.

Also just for the hell of it this is my schizospec playlist, which is actually less edgy and probably more social media pop than most of the ones on Spotify because it doesn't have any Throbbing Gristle on it, but I may as well throw this on here too because it does have Vast on it and I need people to listen to Vast I'm gonna throw myself off a bridge for this having the wrong link when I posted this

I listen to a lot of types of music. They all have vibes for every genre preference. They have Lemon Demon and Miracle Musical and Jack Stauber and even the occasional Will Wood, but they also also a lot of the progressive and metalcore and industrial music and artists with fewer listeners that I miss on these playlists. They're partially sorted by genre/vibe, to varying degrees of effort. I just like playlists with variety, and I like when I find one that's about an experience I share with the person who made it, but it has songs I've never heard by artists I've never heard of, in genres that aren't familiar to me, because yeah, despite this one thing we share, I know that the courses of our lives are different and the art we engage with is different as a result! And for just a moment, I love to experience this condition/lifestyle from a completely different perspective than what I've already heard about a million times

When I see another autism playlist with Mastermind by Taylor Swift on it, I think this person probably has had a different experience growing up autistic than I did. And that's ok that my experience was more How Soon Is Now by the Smiths. But playlists always have Mastermind and never seem to have How Soon Is Now, so if you're more of a Smiths autistic, I got you

[soup-sloth]

Aftermath

That bounty was, upsetting to say the least. They had no idea exactly how that fucker got into their heads like he did, even Hipswitch was affected, but the things they saw all felt so…real.

Albus had felt the blood running down his arms, heard the betrayed cries and saw the corpses of his brother, Faithful and even Kerano, all dead by his hand.

Hipswitch was trapped in a loop, reliving the pain of being forced to kill Sensei over and over again.

Atilla on his knees, unable to move his arms with ropes tightly binding him, gun to his head, helpless to do anything to save himself and Mahatma.

Karmor feeling the tightening strings that made him feel like a puppet for that bastard stalker in the mask. He was used to that fear however, it tormented him endlessly.

So he stood, he channeled as much of his power as he could, ignoring his own pain to save the people he had grown to care so deeply for from the illusions making them suffer.

In a blinding flash it was over, he collapsed to his knees, barely able to see, ears ringing, shaking from the excruciating pain shooting down his back and arms. The movement had caused his jacket to slip from his shoulders, angry awful stripes adorning his body.

Faintly he could hear the others yelling but he couldn’t move enough to sign anything to them. They sounded….worried? Scared? He wasn’t really sure. Even Atilla calling out ‘test subject’ didn’t sound hostile or sarcastic.

The others had never seen the marks adorning the young man, their shock was quickly forgotten however, questions kept silent as they began to move.

Hipswitch picked up his partner as carefully as he could, doing everything in his power to avoid touching the bleeding marks on his back.

“Shit, he’s bleeding! Albus get us back to base now!” The robot’s command left no room for argument, not that the demon planned to, not this time.

Grabbing onto Doc and Hipswitch, he cast a worried glance to the man silently sobbing and shaking in his friend’s arms before his face settled into a scowl and he teleported them back home. He left again moments later, muttering something about turning in the bounty.

Albus wasn’t going to be of much use in the lab, so he was going to get the money for that fucking bastard’s head and grab something for the whelp. The demon wasn’t the best at this kind of thing but Karmor was hurt and suffering for saving them. He could at least grab some snacks and a new blanket.

In the lab Karmor was on the examination table. He wasn’t sat with his legs hanging off one side, only kept upright because Hipswitch stood in front of him, letting the injured party rest against him while Mahatma got to work.

He worked as quickly and gently as he was able to, not wanting to cause the poor man any more pain.

“I know this is a lot to ask, can you trust me enough to give you some painkillers? Hipswitch is right here and even Atilla doesn’t like seeing you like this.”

There was a long stretch of silence before Karmor gave a small nod, consenting for the doctor to give him the medicine.

He was in far too much pain to swallow pills, and they would take a while to kick in, meaning the only way he could be given pain relief was with an injection. The thought terrified him, but he trusted Hipswitch wouldn’t let anything bad happen, and Mahatma seemed entirely convinced that Atilla wouldn’t try anything either.

He clung tighter to Hipswitch, flinching when he felt a cold alcohol swab being rubbed over his skin. He was in so much pain that he didn’t even notice the sharp pinch of the needle.

Thankfully the medicine didn’t take long to kick in, making a wave of relief wash over Karmor. He slumped a bit further forward into Hipswitch, making the robot chuckle a bit.

Once he was relaxed Doc got to work addressing the wounds. Once the blood was cleaned away, he assessed the actual damage. The scarred areas had split open a bit, but none seemed deep enough to require stitches. He cleaned the cuts and applied bandages carefully, making sure they would stay secure until they needed to be changed.

Once he was given the ok Hipswitch picked up his partner again, carrying the man over to the couch and sitting down, keeping him in his lap, petting his hair carefully.

Not moments later Albus walked in, he seemed relieved to see that Karmor was no longer sobbing and shaking in pain. He chuckled a bit and draped the blanket he had bought over him and their cowboy friend, helping the robot bundle the man up before sitting down next to him.

“Hope the blanket’s ok, wasn’t to many options but I got the softest fuckin one I could find. I also grabbed some of those snacks you like. At least I think they’re the ones you like.” Well Karmor wasn’t super picky so even if they weren’t his favorites so once his throat stopped feeling so tight from his earlier crying he would eat them.

The weight of the couch shifted a bit as Doc sat down to Hipswitch’s left. His eyes shifted, a slight scowl appearing on his face, though not nearly as hostile seeming as usual.

“Mahatma said I should be the one to do this since I was awake during the shit show that was that bounty hunt.” He huffed slightly but there was no real hostility in his voice. “Thank you for saving us. He also said to let you know there are some oral painkillers near your bed. And that we’re going to all need to have a talk once you can exist without painkillers or sobbing.”

Karmor looked a bit guilty, apprehensive about having that talk, but he nodded, they knew now so it would happen eventually. Before he could sign a response Atilla made a motion to Hipswitch, the robot reluctantly passing Karmor into the mad doctor’s lap.

Before a question could be fully formed his head was pulled to the man’s chest, the steady sound of a heartbeat making him relax instantly. “Don’t get used to this test subject, and dont think you can start bugging Mahatma in the middle of the night again, but… you seem like you need this and you did save all our asses so I’ll tolerate it this once.”

There was no response besides soft snoring coming from the exhausted young man, getting a chuckle from Albus. “Sleep well whelp, we’ll be keeping guard over you tonight.”

“Good night partner, see you when you wake up.”

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a little thing related to the comic I made, I ended up typing way more than I thought but I’m happy with this

@riooooooooo

@creatortools

said I’d tag you guys once I was done so here you go

[rowretro]

𝕄𝔼𝕋𝔸𝕃 𝕄𝔼𝔼𝕋𝕊 𝕃𝕆𝕍𝔼

✧taglist✧: @baevsxii @nikisdubblchococake @lilyofhoon @cakuqe @lvyelleee @caithefly @manooffline @rishki

✧warnings: Yandere themes, toxic themes, unhealthy love, mentions of blood, manipulation(?), shirtless-ish riki

♡synopsis: Nishimura Riki. The Robot created by Yang Jungwon himself, a robot that is insanely human like, inside and out. No one could tell he was a robot. However, the Robot had possessed demonly powers, from Satan himself. So I guess you could see it's a half robot. Yang y/n, the younger sister of Jungwon finds herself stuck to this robot 24/7 no matter what she tried, he will always be by her because she's his muse, his world, his love, his obsession.

(PART 7)

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Y/n was caught off guard by his question. She thought about it for a moment, looking him up and down. A fine as motherfucker. But he's also a metal freak. "No. I don't need your metal mangling my hair. heck, you might even rip out every hair on my body roots and all with just one pull." She spat before returning to the mirror, pulling out her phone to doom scroll. She dropped her phone when she felt something softly graze her hair. She turned around and almost immediately fell off her chair.

Riki easily caught her chair, gently pushing it back to place while she was still on it. One hand on the table, the other gripping the chair she was sitting on. The robot leans into her face, eyes narrowed, as she slowly tries to back away from him. In her mind, she thinks he finally snapped, her snarky comment got to the demonic metal creature, and he's going to do just that. Scalp her and skin her alive. His eyes glow an electric blue as they scan her features, his hand reaching to softly brush through her hair. "What'll it take for you to see I'm not the monster you fear?" he asked, the emotion in his words, present on his face.

She was fooled for a second, fooled that thing before was simply just a man in love. Nishimura Riki expresses his sweet, undying love for her. But she can't forget what she saw. The brutal murders that had started since his arrival, the fact that it was a demon that made him the living creature he is. Surely he was made purely for evil. "There's nothing you can do to convince me that you're a safe being to be around, NI-KI, she simply said as she got and plopped onto her bed. "You're a curse. Something made by the demons of the underworld, entities that are said to harm humans. How can I believe that you want to love and protect me?!" she asked as she stared at him.

Riki stared at her "It's quite like Beauty and the beast... only if you trust me, you can truly see this beast is actually a prince y/n... I'm no curse... but I was cursed... and I still am..." he trailed off before leaving her room. Not thinking much of it, she yawned, turning off the light and throwing the duvet over her head. She slowly pulled it down, staring at the now shut door, a smile gracing her face. Perhaps she can play with this situation. Jungwon, on the other hand, frowns as he stares at the spare robot parts he had made for an upcoming project, wondering whether it's a good call to make another humanoid robot, which'll then be possessed by a demon.

"Is that a dog?" Riki asked as Jungwon groaned. "I need a project that I can make money off of instead of having it stolen out of my hands again. Years of hard work gone like that," he complained as Riki chuckled a little, standing by him. "It's a smart idea... and I promise it'll remain your work," Riki said in a friendly manner. Jungwon stared at him for a long while before sighing.

"Tell me, Riki... why is it that any smart or dumb human would be freaked out by the creature you are... but I feel like you're one of us... It's not even the look, I can't lie. I was initially freaked out, but the more I spent time with you, the more I... The more I watch you... It's like you've been a human before..." Jungwon blabbered as Riki shrugged, "Not every demon is an evil entity... sure you've got stories about us being half-breds, fallen angels, humans turned into demons... we've had or have families practically just like you", Riki said as Jungwon smiled, patting his back.

Riki's eyes opened as he heard the sound of footsteps at 3 in the morning. Footsteps approached the room where he was resting. "Damn robotic sensors..." he cussed to himself, sitting up, staring at the door, not at all triggered by a possible break in. "Stop hesitating at the door, beautiful... I know you're there," he simply said. Y/n bit her lip, letting out a deep breath before opening the door. "I want ice cream. You're coming with me." she simply said walking out, not giving him a chance to say anything.

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[ckret2]

Thanks for responding to my question about Izekiel Clench!

It was really interesting to read what you had to say about him. That's pretty cool information, and I'll keep it in mind as a theory. 🤗

And hey, I have another question(yeah, sorry). How do you think he would interact with Scaramouche, Demongo, or even Aku?

It feels like he wouldn't hold back, except maybe around Aku.

It would be cool if you sketched it out. . . There are very few artworks with Izekiel anyway. . . 🥺🙏

i actually held onto ur first ask for a few days in the hopes that i'd find some time to draw him, buuut I'm working on like ten different ideas right now so I didn't find time lmao. but i think he'd be interesting to draw at some point so i'll keep him in mind for the future

this got long so it's under the cut, but the tl;dr is "he's more or less respectful toward them all (to their faces), but Scaramouche pisses him off and the other two just terrify him"

He really does strike me as a professional bounty hunter, and as such I think he'd be professional around other professionals. "Assassin" isn't quite the same as "bounty hunter," but well, Scaramouche is assassinating people with bounties on them, so I think Zeke would see him as in a similar line of work. That's a colleague.

On the other hand, Scaramouche is also a robot, and we don't see how Zeke feels about robots, but the ex-husband of Mrs. Josephine "The South Shall Rise Again" Clench probably isn't above spouting out all sorts of brand new stupid forms of future-racism. he's probably complained to a bartender about cheap robo-bounty hunters taking all the jobs from hard-workin' real humans. The bartender was probably a robot. It's probably making less than minimum wage. (I'm lying, there's no way Aku established a minimum wage.)

On the other other hand, Scaramouche is too annoying (I say this with affection) to come across as "robotic" . So I think Zeke would maintain his professionalism enough to show Scaramouche the proper respect due Aku's #1 assassin, and then complain about him to everyone else. that goldurned robot called him BABY. he ain't nobody's damn baby. does he LOOK like a baby?!

The one advantage is that Scaramouche is directly employed by Aku, so like, he and Zeke aren't competing for the same jobs. If Aku sends an assassin directly to kill someone, either he wants them dead too much to waste time putting them on a bounty board, or they've been on the bounty board and no one's picked 'em off, so it's probably not a job Zeke was working on.

100% when he found out that Scaramouche's primary weapon is the flute, he went "oh that robot's gay as hell. i didn't know robots could be gay." and like, he's correct, but still rude.

I don't think he'd have as strong feelings about Demongo. In spite of how he probably collected his warriors, Demongo doesn't give off "assassin" vibes—even though Aku probably uses him that way a lot. He's just a "warrior"—nonspecific title. He commits violence when & where Aku says. Zeke probably sees Demongo the same way Gotham's low-level goons see Batman. He probably doesn't know about Demongo's silly voice.

At any rate, that's not a colleague, that's a spooky urban legend guy. That's a demon, like an actual legitimate demon. Might be the same species as whatever the hell Aku is, he's not sure what Aku is, he doesn't think anybody's sure. If he runs into Demongo, be very polite, do not draw his attention, and do NOT let him know that Zeke's a good fighter. You want Demongo to think you're incompetent as hell. But not incompetent enough to be fun to torture and kill. Just be boring.

If it's after Demongo's lost his army though, all bets are off. He'd probably still be wary, but also sort of skeptical that this scrawny weakling really is THE Demongo. Might be an imposter. But he's not sure enough to risk it and piss him off.

While there's a possibility he could run into Scaramouche or Demongo, I doubt he'd run into Aku. Aku isn't the kind of person you "run into." It'd probably only happen if he killed/captured somebody Aku really REALLY wanted dead—like, if he'd actually succeeded in bringing Jack down. (and, hell, if aku offered to send a check instead of having a face-to-face meeting, zeke would take it.) Zeke doesn't seem high-tier enough to get jobs from Aku, but he's (clearly) willing to go after bounties that Aku's made public.

Zeke's probably got the same opinion on Aku as about 90% of the human race, which is "I don't like him but I'm sure as hell not about to disrespect him." He's on his best behavior to meet Aku. Took a shower, trimmed his beard, laundered his clothes, got new boots. Back straight, heels together. Takes his hat off in the presence of The Eternal Lord And Master Of All. "Yessir" or "no sir" to every question. Very polite, very professional, inwardly scared shitless.

As he's leaving he's like "so uh, is there any way I can get an autograph or...?" because he's gonna show it off to everybody he knows for the rest of his life. he doesn't ask aku though, he asks one of the guards. he's hoping they might have souvenirs they hand out to visitors or something.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

i watched spto and i'm down bad for matthew patel now so uh- can i request platonic matthew patel x reader where reader works at gman media and they become friends with him after he realizes just how out of his depth running the place and just like breaks down to the nearest person that he has no idea what he's doing?

Oufh I gotta admit the same thing-

......

Being a custodian at G-Man Media certainly wasn't the job you hoped for, but at least it was a job that paid well...better than anything McDonalds could have provided.

And of course, that's only because it used to be run by gazillionaire Gideon Graves.

Yes. Used to.

There was a huge change in management that literally happened overnight--as your boss was defeated in battle by Matthew Patel, and he became the CEO of pretty much everything the former had.

The two record labels, fourteen animal shelters, movie studio, etc. etc. were now all his for the taking.

Never in a million years would you imagine that this theater-obsessed punk who was Ramona's first evil ex-boyfriend would be able to overthrow the G-Man himself.....and yet he won.

Of course, the aforementioned battle they had resulted in some serious damages and a lot of repairs having to be done in several rooms and floors. But if anything you were just relieved Matthew chose to disband the League of Evil Exes. You didn't have to clean up all their messes or fix anything Luke, Todd, or the twins' robot might have broken.

Even better was that Gideon wasn't around to nitpick at every little thing anymore.

That was a huge upside for you.

On the downside, however...your new boss was somehow both better and worse than him.

Matthew was thrown into such a tough role so quickly, and while he seemingly had everything under control with his demon hipster chicks becoming his agents.....sometimes he just looked lost.

Sure, he seemed to like shouting out orders and getting escorts in fancy helicopters, but when it came down to actual business stuff, he kept asking his employees about different things--even painfully obvious things.

You've never talked to him much even before this, although you usually keep to yourself and don't really speak unless spoken to. But you can tell he's struggling to maintain his image.

Still, you don't wanna say anything that might anger him or get you fired.

And besides, he had mystical powers that were ten times cooler than anything Gideon ever had, so pissing him off would be most unwise.

.......

It's late in the evening when you're heading to your final stop before getting to go home: Matthew's office.

He didn't say anything in particular had to be repaired, although you figured there was no harm in double-checking things. For all you know, the TV's wiring might need to be fixed or a screw in the table might've come loose.

Hopefully he didn't mind. You're usually in and out of there by the time he returns from whatever business trip he attended.

Yet upon entering his office, you stood in your tracks upon seeing that he was there, sitting all alone....apparently brooding and monologuing to himself. You were used to seeing him doing that sort of thing.

But this time something seemed...off.

Even his demon agents were concerned and looked grateful you showed up, immediately stepping aside so you could walk in further, hearing his mumbling become more coherent.

"What am I doing with my life? This isn't what I went to college for..."

"Mr. Patel, sir?" You called out cautiously. "Is everything okay?"

"....no, actually. Everything is NOT okay!" Slamming his hands onto the table, he stared up at you from across the table, taking a moment to identify you. You could see how exhausted and bloodshot his eyes were, along with his eyeliner looking more smudged. "You're the custodian, right...[y/n], was it?"

You blinked, surprised he remembered your name. "Correct. I was just-"

"Look, [y/n]..I've been feeling really awful lately and I just need to....get some stuff off my chest. And since you're the only one here right now, you get to listen to me." He then pointed to a chair near him. "Sit, and don't you dare tell anyone what we've discussed, capiche?"

Even though the clock was ticking close to the time you went home, concern over your boss' mental stability took priority over everything else at that moment. So you listened to his demand and took a seat, remaining silent and patient.

As Matthew slumped back into his chair, his whole expression shifted into one of sadness, as though he just lost his best friend. "I'm....not cut out for this job..." He confessed. "This isn't what I envisioned myself doing."

"I imagine it's been difficult. But for the record, you've only been doing this for-"

"I've already lost this company billions of dollars."

You blinked. "Billions, sir?"

"Yes, billions! You know, I-I only defeated Gideon Graves in battle because he would have taken my life if he won. And for a while it felt good to have all of his fame and fortune.......but now it....i-it just sucks! The paperwork never stops, I can barely catch a break, I don't know any of the computer passwords, and I don't even like wearing this stupid suit!!" Laying his head on the table, he banged his fist against it, choking back tears. "I'm a theater major..not a business major, damn it!"

'Poor Matthew..' You frowned slightly. "If all of this is so overwhelming, maybe you could-"

"No." He quickly sat up, his face darkening with a deep scowl. "I am NOT giving anything back to that lying scumbag! Besides, we have a legally binding contract that states all his properties are mine! That means permanently! Forever!"

"My apologies, sir..i-it was only a suggestion." You put your hands up, feeling tense especially as his demons were now frowning at you. "I know you've been under a lot of pressure lately...and there's no shame in admitting that."

Matthew blinked. "You've noticed?"

"I have." You nodded. "I mean..a lot of people go to college for one thing and suddenly wind up in an entirely different field. I know my opinion may not matter much, but...I think you're doing a great job despite your lack of experience."

He shrunk back, no longer looking angry but rather...guilty?

"Thank you.." He sighed. "I'm sorry for never saying this, but you've been a huge help cleaning up after all our messes when we had the League of Evil Exes. So..you better give yourself a little credit, too."

Now it was your turn to be flattered, as you smiled and chuckled. "Thank you, Mr. Patel. I appreciate that."

"Uh-huh..and there's something else, too.."

"And what would that be?"

"....I only refuse to throw in the towel because this company can give me the funds necessary to make the Scott Pilgrim musical a reality." He confessed.

"Oh?" You raised an eyebrow. "A musical based off of that guy you killed?"

"Yes. But apparently he's alive. Ramona told me."

"....I see-"

"BUT as soon as the production takes off, I may or may not return some of Gideon's empire to him. I'm sure that asshole is scheming to reclaim it as we speak..." He grumbled, his attitude turning sour again.

You thought about what you could say to cheer him up without patronizing him...but fortunately that wasn't too hard to figure out.

"I wouldn't worry about him. May I ask who you'll be starring as in the musical?" You rested your arms on the table, smirking as you saw the way Matthew's eyes lit up.

"Why, of course!" With a wide grin, he jumped up onto the table, dramatically posing. "I will be the main character: Scott Pilgrim!! I vow to delight and entertain people everywhere!" He laughed, before he stopped and stared down at you. "[Y/n], may I show you a presentation of my many one-man shows? They've all prepared me for this moment and I'd love your opinion on them."

"Sure." Shrugging, you smiled and leaned back in your seat. "I'm getting paid overtime for this, right?"

His face fell flat. "...I'm supposed to give you guys overtime?"

"Well...Gideon never did, but--nevermind." You shook your head. "You can roll the footage."

His grin returned as he snapped his fingers, causing the room to darken and the TV to come to life, showing off one of his many recorded performances.

It was a two hour long video, but entertaining nonetheless. You recognized a lot of the songs and were impressed by all his method acting.

It's no wonder he made such a convincing CEO.

After that, he finally allowed you to go home with a promise to give you overtime....although not before he exchanged phone numbers with you as thanks for being his unofficial therapist for the day.

He claims it's so he can update you on the musical's progress and "other business stuff", as he put it.

But he kept calling you on your days off to talk, insisting you referred to him as Matthew instead. "Mr. Patel" was slowly starting to leave a bad taste in his mouth.

You didn't mind it, though.

At this point, you accepted the fact that you became your boss' first (and possibly only) friend.

Maybe after he surrenders the G-Man empire for good, that friendship can continue.

[cottondo]

Fizzarolli x reader | black lace

chapter three ; glitter

When you first got the phone call from Ozzie's, you hadn't expected it. And you definitely weren't expecting the one to call you to actually be Fizzarolli. You told your manager at Loo Loo Land that you had to go home early because of an 'emergency'. He didn't care, so you left early anyway.

With the fact that you were going to be ON STAGE, NEXT TO FIZZ, you had to make sure that you looked good. Your hair was done up, makeup on point, and your outfit was sexy. Even if you were going to be changed into something else for the stage, you wanted to make sure that Fizz saw you in the hottest state you could possibly be in.

Your phone screen lit up, and you saw the text glowing on the lock screen.

[ UNKNOWN NUMBER ] :

— It's fizz. You here yet?

Your heart skipped a beat, and your excitement returned. He texted you. Fizzarolli fucking texted you!

You smile, bringing the phone up to your face and typed back,

TO: [ UNKNOWN NUMBER ]

— at the doors

  

   

The bright blue sign buzzed above you, shining the name of the man held responsible for the club. When you walked inside, it was loud. Glasses clinked together, demons and imps chat at their tables, and even some music was playing overhead. Your steps were timid, yet, there was a way that you held yourself, that still made you look confident.

Your gaze skipped across the room, until it landed right on Fizz. He was looking around the room, eyes curious. You came to realize that . . he didn't know what you looked like.

How the hell was he supposed to find you?

This left some ideas running through your mind, but you figured playing it cool would be best. As much as you wanted to run up to him, and tackle him to the floor in kisses, it wasn't ideal. He'd probably kick your ass out as fast as he could.

You put on the most confident smirk you can, and walked up to him with ease. Using a finger, you tap on his shoulder and hold back the excitement growing in the pit of your stomach. "How were you supposed to know who to look for, if you don't know what I look like~?" You tease, leaning over to his shoulder.

He turned around, first glancing to what touched his shoulder. After finding out it was a hand— his eyes quickly followed up your arm, and to your face, eyes widening. "Oh- - shit." He stumbled back one step, and while being wide eyed, checked you out. "You're the one I called in?"

You nod. The smile wasn't able to hold back any longer, and breaks through your little confidence act. He nods, giving you another look up and down. "Good choice on my end. You're gonna be getting us lots of attention tonight."

If you could have, you'd faint. You held yourself together, though, and laughed instead. "That 'a good thing?" You tease.

He smirks a bit, hand on his hip. "Oh yeah. Kid, I'm almost sorry I tossed out your application."

Shit. You weren't sure if you should feel flattered, or kind of mad about that. You shrug instead, thinking of a better comeback. "I am too."

He eases into a weaker smile, and nudges you to follow him. "So, what the hell are you doing working at Loo Loo Land? I went through your resume again tonight after fishing it out of the garbage, and . . yeah. Y'know, I'm still looking for the fucker that burned that place down."

You walk beside him, noticing as he picks up the pace through some of the crowd. The clientele was staring at you both.

He really didn't have to rub it in your face that he clearly didn't want to pick you for the job tonight. However, it was done, and he did. So that's all that mattered now.

"Oh, that place. Uh, I'm actually the tech for . . your robot double. Apparently the managers over there worked pretty fast to get the place back up and running. It was under construction for a while." It was almost embarrassing to admit it to him, but working on his double might come off as weird. You wished you could take it back, but it was too late.

Fizz almost tripped, catching your eye and frowning with a hint of concern. "What?" A short laugh breaks through his words, "So, you've got the experience with me, then, huh?" He snickers.

You decide to laugh along with him and nod. "I guess you could say that."

"Great, I'm sure you're already sick of seeing my face, then." He rolls his eyes playfully, and pushes open a door to the employee rooms for you. You sneak past him under his arm, and smile. "Pshh . . only a little bit." The smirk from over your shoulder caused him to tilt his head to the side and smile back. "I figured."

  He guides you down the hallway, up to a room with his name on it. You glance it over once before he steps inside, nudging for you to follow. The door shuts behind you, and you take a quick look around. Different outfits, props, ash trays, and other objects, lay around the room in an organized fashion. It smells like cologne, and smoke.

You absolutely adore it.

"So, here's the deal." Fizzarolli snaps his fingers, and it brings you out of the trance you've been in. "You're going to be my show girl! I'm gonna throw flaming arrows at you, and you're going to do your best to not get hit."

Suddenly, your eyes widen a bit. "Really-?"

"It'll be a piece of cake, doll. Don't worry." His hand waves you off, arm ribbed and bending freely. Fizz turns his back to you, and digs through a cardboard box situated on the floor. You watch nervously as he pulls out an outfit similar to his. Except . . it was a two piece. You'd be sporting his colorful stripes, only it was a tight fitting, two piece, that showed lots of skin. Hot.

"Change into that, and you'll be good to go." He shoves it into your hands. When you felt his fingers touch yours, you ignore all the worry and focus on him instead.

"Okay, cool. Should I find a bathroom or—"

"This is a dressing room, honey. You're gonna have to get used to demons staring at your ass. I'm not looking, don't worry." You catch him rolling his eyes, facing away from you to work on something else.

'Wish you were.' You think to yourself.

You idle there for a quick moment, and bite your bottom lip. "Okay."

Stepping back a few feet, you look around in the darkness of the corner, and slip off your bottoms, holding up the new outfit you'd been chosen to wear. "So, aren't we supposed to practice the act or whatever?" You ask, slipping into the new cheeky shorts. You pull them up and over your hips, and button the high waist.

"Yeah, scratch that." Fizz looks himself over in the mirror, catching your gaze for a split second. Noticing your eyes, he looks away again. "Too many people got here early tonight. I wasn't expecting that to happen. You must be a bad luck charm."

That made something sink in the pit of your stomach, but you brush it off as just a joke. "Nah, I'm the best damn good luck charm you'll ever get." You smirk at his reflection in the mirror and begin to take your top off.

He shrugs, looking away again. "Call yourself what you want, I guess. At least you're doing good for my robot double. I mean, I've heard he's been in some pretty good shape now."

You smile to yourself, slipping the new uniform top on. It was a bit snug, but that was fine. You fix any wrinkles it had, and smooth out the material. "He's still pretty glitchy, I can't even lie." You look up from the shirt, and gaze at him through your sight in the mirror. "Allot of demons really like it though." Your shoulder shrugs. You meet him at the vanity, hanging your previous clothe pieces over a chair, and stand beside him in the mirror to look over your makeup, and of course, check out the new outfit on you.

Fizz watches curiously.

"Allot of them like my doubles, too. I make more money selling those things, than what Loo Loo Land makes." Fizz crosses his arms cross his chest. Having him watch you fix up your makeup felt weird, but in a good way. Part of you was still in total disbelief that this was even happening right now. And getting used to it would be an A-okay thing from now on.

"Freaks that they are. Robots can't be hot." He shakes his head through a little snort.

You turn to look at him, leaning a bit closer to his side. "They can when they look like you." Your smirk catches him off guard. Fizzarolli's eyes widen a bit, and he looks at you with a stiffened back. "I guess you're right. I am pretty hot." He relaxes, waving a hand to back up his statement.

Hot was a total understatement.

"I mean, you're not wrong." You look down at the counter of his vanity, and smile to yourself.

He was so much better in person. RoboFizz was nothing compared to him. The real deal.

"You can say that again, sweetheart." He chuckles to himself, turning his sight away from you, and back into the mirror. You'd gladly repeat it if you really had to.

You smile to yourself instead.

Fizzarolli takes a small container of glitter off of the vanity counter, and looks it over. "Here, slap some of this on. We gotta make you look stage ready." His finger dips in the dish, covering it in colors of silver and gold.

You turn to face him and he holds up a hand, the one free of makeup grabs your face, claws closing tight around your jaw. His other hand, fingers dipped with glitter, nears your eyes.

You hold as still as physically possible. Trying to settle the jittered breathing was the hardest part- - your pulse would easily give it away, if he could feel it, that you were flipping your shit over him.

"I thought I already was." You tease, snorting some laughter. He swipes a few fingers across your face and places the sparkling shimmer where he figured would look good. "Well yeah, but on stage you need to really glow." Fizz shrugs a shoulder. "Now hold still."

"Okay." You speak softly.

Concentration on his face, you blink innocently up at him as he puts a little force into the design on your skin. You gently closed your eyes as his hand travels up to your eyes. Swiping some glitter over your eyelids, he then dusts it on your cheekbones, and exposed chest, with one of the vanity makeup brushes.

"Alright, kid." He steps back, narrowing an eye with thought as you turn to look at yourself in the mirror. It was cute, and he was definitely right; it made your face pop allot more. You nod, smiling at him. "Cutee."

Fizzarolli nods, flicking his tail from behind. "Now, going over some things on your application . ." He shifts his view to the papers that had been sitting on the countertop. Your own gaze travels over to it.

There may have been a few little lies on that. Yes, you've had the experience of working at Loo Loo Land, and yeah, you helped out on stage before over there. But you've never done anything extravagant; like, have flaming arrows fly at you. You just really wanted the job.

"Mhm?" You look over his shoulder and catch his gaze again.

"Where else have you worked that's in the dancing industry?" He asks.

Thinking back, it had been a while, but you did have some stripping experience as one of your first jobs in hell. You needed some quick cash, and that was your answer.

"I worked for someone a while back in the lust ring. He owned a club." You shuffle back and try to forget the thoughts. "Uh, I did some private dancing there for a while."

Fizz must have noticed the discomfort in the features before pressing on, because you saw the way his face cringed for a brief moment. "Great! So, you can do pole tricks, right?"

You weren't exactly a master at it- - but it was easy enough for you to do again. A year long experience with it in the past, you'd be able to do it again without getting too many bruises this time.

"Yeah! Totally." You smile.

"Great, that's all we need." He pushes the papers back into the trashcan underneath the counter, and you watch them flutter down. Shifting your attention back to Fizz, he steps away from your side, and places his hands on his hips. "So, I'm gonna have you on the pole, and you're going to dance. When I shoot the arrows, you're going to dodge them. Easy enough, right?" He grins a bit. You nod. "Sure."

"Maybe I tell some jokes in between sessions, but whatever the audience wants more of." His hand rolls while talking, and you earn more interest. "Usually, they just want the sexy stuff."

You tilt your head to the side in interest. "Do you have any jokes written down?"

He stops at that question, and turns to you curiously. "Some . ." With brows slightly scrunched together, he gives what seems to be an uneasy smile. Maybe it was suspicion?

"You care about my jokes?"

You offer him a softer smile in turn, laughing lightly. Of course you cared about his jokes. Him starting our small as a little boy in the circus industry was what really caught your attention all of those years ago.

Just an IMP trying to make it. And he did.

"Well, yeah. They're the best part of your acts." It was all true, and you clearly meant it.

Fizzarolli nods silently, slowly. Just as he was to speak up again, there was a knock on the door. You turn your head and he slouches. "What is it?"

A little demon pops his head in, looking around the room. He spots you, then Fizz, and cringes. "Shit, sorry, am I interrupting something?"

You slowly turn to look at Fizz and catch his expression. It was neutral.

"No. What do you need?"

"Ozzie wanted me to wish you good luck. He said he's sorry about not being able to preform tonight, but there's another group coming out later to sing." The man steps in the doorway now, hands holding a clipboard.

Fizz nods along, thinking back. "What group?"

"It's Verosika Mayday. The audience is pretty excited about it." He says. Then, two eyes land on you, and smirk. "So, is this your new side piece?"

Oh shit. You really are working with the big boys now. You finally fucking made it! It took some time, but you're here! Now, all you have to do, is just stay calm, and don't get in the way, and—

"No." Fizz scrunches his face at the man. "Y/N's here for a one night stand-in. I needed someone to cover for Ozzie's act tonight."

The mood ended fast, and suddenly, your body shattered in your step.

That's all you were to him? Just . . a stand-in. oh.

"Sure . . well, I'll leave you to it, then!" The demon laughs, nudging Fizz in the arm, before turning on his heel and making his exit out the door. Fizz slams the door shut behind him, and rolls his eyes, turning back to you.

It was more than obvious that Fizzarolli didn't like the guy— or, well, demon. He lets out an irritable sigh and steps around your idling frame in the middle of the dressing room.

"Hey, sweetheart,"

You snap back to reality and turn to face him. "Yeah?"

"Let's get this show on the road."

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White Hair and Trauma Brawl Round 1; Poll 23

remember, voting is based on swag, trauma, and favoritism!!

trauma and propaganda under the cut!

Trauma!

Tommy: “He's a mutant in the Marvel universe, which is traumatic in and of itself. He ended up accidentally blowing up his school when his powers showed up, for which he was sent to Juvee. That's not to mention the fact that he was erased from existence as a baby and came back from a broken soul that belongs to Mephisto (the Marvel Universe's Satan). In later issues, he's kidnapped into an alternate dimension by a mysterious being dressed like an old friend of his.” “i put a super long loredrop after this but tldr; tommy got kidnapped by the actual devil, was literally a hand for a bit while he was a baby, his parents suck, he got sent to jail and was experimented on by the government when he was a teenager, has had to watch multiple friends die, got kidnapped AGAIN and no one cared, now he delivers burgers because comic writers hate him.

long loredrop:okay so for this to make sense you need to first know that tommy's parents (wanda and vision) are a witch and a robot. so having babies for them was kinda complicated. so wanda made magic babies and she got their souls from the real actual devil. bad idea! ofc the devil wanted them back bc technically their souls belonged to him, so he sent this guy master pandemonium to steal the babies back (tommy and his twin brother billy).

for a little while tommy and billy were master p's hands (THEY WERE LITERALLY BABY HANDS I'M NOT KIDDING THERE ARE PICTURES). then they escaped him (woohoo) and these tiny kids were on the run from the actual devil. their mother doesn't remember them anymore because someone cast a spell on her to wipe her memory. and then because comics logic is complicated the twins got reincarnated except in the past and with completely different families. billy's family was great, tommy's family sucked.

tommy eventually found out he had superpowers except in doing so he accidentally vaporised his school and ended up in jail. where he literally got experimented on because the government wanted to turn him into a weapon. eventually the young avengers (including billy) broke him out of jail and he joined the team.

the young avengers go on a quest to find wanda and in the process two members of the team die and the young avengers disband. tommy really wants the team to keep going but unfortunately it doesn't happen. for a while he lives with billy's family but apparently they're so nice that he can't take it and he leaves. he gets a job and everything's going okay for a while, he actually makes a friend! and then he gets kidnapped by an interdimensional being disguised as one of his former friends/teammates. and he stays kidnapped for AGES while the rest of the team gets back together (WHICH SUCKS SO BAD. CONSIDERING HE WAS THE ONE MOST AGAINST THEM DISBANDING IN THE FIRST PLACE). and everyone's so focused on defeating the other interdimensional being that billy accidentally summoned that they quite literally forget about him being kidnapped. like they defeat this other interdimensional being and instead of then trying to save tommy they throw a party. and the only reason he gets unkidnapped is because his new friend david who he's known for like one day saves him.

then he basically gets ignored by the comic writers for years because marvel sucks. and basically how he's doing currently is: working in fast food delivery (haha fast get it because he's fast) and living with master pandemonium who is no longer a demon and is now just a sad old guy and looking after him because master p has no other family and tommy is wonderful. also him and his boyfriend broke up recently.

(meanwhile his identical twin brother is: happily married, some sort of space emperor, and able to be in comics sometimes)”

Soma: Totally normal Japanese highschooler passes out and wakes up at Dracula's castle with his not girlfriend Mina Hakuba. According to the government agent Arikado Genya, if he doesn't find a way out they'll both die. He also has the power to absorb the souls of monsters. He meets a helpful priest named Graham who tells him about a Nostodamus prophecy that says after the Belmont's defeat Dracula for good in 1999, he'll be reborn and regain his power on a certain day. That happens to be the day this is all happening. You can probably guess where this is going. The priest turns out to be evil and 'was only nice because he wasn't a threat.' Soma watches the priest stab one of his new friends, Yoko Belnades. After finally defeating the priest Soma discovers he's dracula's reincarnation. Before going to the center of the castle to destroy the source of the power of chaos trying to force him to be evil, Soma makes his other friend, Julius Belmont, promise to mercy kill him if he looses the fight or if he wins and still goes full dracula in the future. He wins and they all go back to their normal lives.

A year later he and Mina are attacked on the street by a woman named Cecelia who wants to kill Soma so she can replace him with a new dark lord. Despite being told by all the others to stay back, he tracks her down on his own. Despite telling then at the beginning of each fight he doesn't want to do this, none of the other dark lord candidates surrender. He also absorbs a human soul for the first time. After defeating them all he meets Cecelia again, who has captured Mina and executes her. If you get the good ending Arikado intervenes and reveals it's a fake. The human soul he absorbed earlier posseses the doppelganger and he runs off with Cecelia. Soma finds her sacrificed and Arikado beaten by the dark lord canidate Dimitri. Dimitri can't handle the power because he wasn't meant to have it like Soma so he turns into a giant monster Soma fights in a room made out of corpses.

Propaganda!

Tommy: “He could give you an exhaustive list of why he's cooler than everyone else. Highlights include being a speedster who can blow things up. His twin brother is the savior of reality and king of outer space, but they'd likely both admit that Tommy is the cool twin. Also, he's canonically bisexual.”

“he's my favourite guy in the whole entire universe and he's SO FUCKING UNDER APPRECIATED by the marvel comics writers. he always comes second to his identical twin brother. he's canonically bisexual. he has this whole speech about when him and his brother were hand babies that he repeats whenever someone brings it up. every time he meets another speedster he gets SO EXCITED. captain america got his name wrong one time and he still hasn't let it go.

also here are some quotes from/about him:

david: "even when he wasn't one, tommy always was a super hero."tommy: "out of all the people who hurt me. my moms. my dads. they all... forgot me. they all moved on. hell, even billy - he moved on to a whole other galaxy! but master p, he's... he needs me. needs someone, anyway."master pandemonium, to the interdimensional being that previously kidnapped tommy: "i won't let anything else hurt him again! he is the shepherd and i am the gate and no one comes to hell except through me!"tommy, as a child, while on the run from the devil: "y'know... they think only my brother's important. powerful. i'm just... the other one. that's fine by me. makes it easier to slip by. to protect him. to pull a fast one."

tldr he's amazing and wonderful and he just wants to help and protect people and he probably won't end up in the tournament bc i doubt anyone else will submit him considering the last proper young avengers comic run was in 2013 but still i think he's wonderful and i hope maybe my propaganda will convince you to include him anyway because i really really love him and he deserves to have more people know about him and care about him.” (mod note: great news lore dump submitter! he was submitted twice!)

Soma: First off his soul absorption ability is called 'the power of dominance '. Which I think is cool even if it is a little cheesy. He wants absolutely nothing to do with supernatural stuff going on around him, but he will finish it. Every time he has to fight someone who isn't a mindless monster he tries to get them to stop and none of them ever listen. Also all of his friends are lying to him on some level except Mina and Hammer(the shop) because they're also keeping them in the dark. Dimitri is able to escape with Cecelia after the Mina incident by threatening to tell Soma Arikado's real identity if he doesn't back off. He cares so much it warps back around into being the reason why he might become a threat because both he and Dracula will murder if their loved ones are hurt. In the bad ending he immediately kills Cecelia for 'murdering Mina' and she's surprised. You were in a dracula cult. You have to know what happened to the people who killed Dracula's wife Lisa. Did you really think you would survive.

[crossover-enthusiast]

I blame you for reminding me I did that idea of the monster town AU, I have to give you my own ideas now.

Michelle: A skinwalker and the first monster Maurice met when he arrived in town (at first he thought she was human), Michelle made him think she would help him find a way out but uhh. Then she tried to eat him. Luckily for him,Ivan managed to save him just in time.

Carmen: A giant who proclaimed herself queen of the town's mountains. Everyone who lives on her land is practically her slave and those who disobey her will end up under her heels.

Streber: HE'S NOT A VAMPIRE >:), I still don't know what he could be but definitely not a vampire.

Radford: A sleep paralysis demon, He can only communicate with people while they are sleeping and can create nightmares when he manages to possess someone. He is not particularly aggressive but he and his nightmares have been a nuisance to Ivan for years.

Thats it for now :)

OOOOO THESE ARE SO COOL

I think I love skinwalker Michelle in particular because that is just so fucked up it's great

Sleep paralysis demon Rad too!! Hell yes!! That's SO unique. I feel like the nightmares he inflicts onto Ivan are based on movie plots- he's still Radford after all. If he can't watch movies anymore he'll just reenact them with Ivan as his unwitting lead!

Also Streber not being a vampire is funny. Rip bozo /silly Maybe he could be a robot?

Also wanted to add onto this-

Zombie Kevin is hilarious, yes. Sometimes he just falls apart but can easily put himself back together like a lego- however unlike Skid he needs to "manually" reassemble and the only thing that really moves when detached is his head (for obvious reasons), so it's harder for him to find his body parts. One time he lost his bottom jaw for a few days and it was torture

Also I had more monster ideas here you go:

Evermore: gorgon/Medusa type beat, he has a bunch of little snakes and then one big "ruler" snake in place of that bump of hair. Unlike a regular gorgon (or perhaps because of the nature of the town), the petrification from looking into his eyes isn't permanent and wears off after about a day. This has caused Evermore to stone himself multiple times because he keeps trying to look at himself in the mirror. Garcia finds it funny

Speaking of, Garcia! Not quite sure what to do with him, but my current thought is him and Mr. Clown are in a Jekyll and Hyde situation; Garcia is technically still human, but Mr. Clown very much Isn't. He runs on toon logic and wants to beat everyone -- and I mean everyone -- to death with a hammer. When they switch seems to be random, or at least as far as Garcia can tell

Lucky: living scarecrow. He got hung up in the center of town and can't get himself down, so he's just Stuck for a long while. Ivan had always assumed it was a trap and so left him there even if he felt bad about it, and it's not until Maurice shows up and Lucky's able to convince him to help that he actually gets down. On the brightside of Lucky's predicament, being in the center of town means that Lucky's heard a Lot of things and knows way more than he should

Morgana (I am including her as well bc Yes): living doll. She's made voodoo dolls of everyone in town and they actually work as long as she has something from them. She mostly just uses them to fuck with people tho

Also, take a Bonus Thought about the tree entity: she's a woman by the name of Teresa that's been here even longer than Ivan, however when she first came into town she was attacked and ran into the woods. She has stayed there ever since and is Not Doing Good

[sonicasura]

In the middle of a Frozen Lake currently Ice Fishing

" Why Hello there. I'm back fishing up some Crossover ideas. I hope you enjoy what I caught today. Also as for this one is Anton Blast. Don't ask me why but I feel Anton would be a good father and Annie the chaotic Aunt anyway here we go!"

Anton Blast/ Monster Hunter

Rider was in quite the predicament. Alone in a unfamiliar place with only there trusted Long Sword and Kinship Stone. No Monsties, no friends, only the equipment they had on them. This was one Hell of a bind they found themselves in.

Thankfully a Kind-Hearted yet easily enraged man takes them under his care along with his chaotic work partner.

Anton Blast/ Kirby

Kirby's Star Ship crashed landed in Boiler City a far cry from what was the Star Ship's original destination. However a man who is just as Spirited as the Spirits he drinks finds the young dazed Star Warrior and decides too take the lovable Pink Puffball under his care.

Something that will definitely not lead too shenanigans or grand adventures at all

Anton Blast/ Mega Man

Anton didn't expect too find a young Kid who looked like he just fought the Devil Himself, but there he was lying on the ground beaten too high Hell. That just boiled Anton's blood. Who the Hell beats the stuffing out of some poor kid?! He was gonna take the Kid back too his apartment. Annie despite being a Master at demolition was actually fantastic with a first aid kit.

Though unknown too Anton he was gonna need some nuts and bolts for the Kid. Good thing Annie is also fantastic with machines

Back too the Frozen over lake

" Well I hope you enjoy what I got! I like all of them especially the Mega man one! Anyways thanks for sticking around. Now back too some more Ice fishing"

Hope your ice fishing goes super well!

I love all three because while Anton is chaotically blunt, he does have a good heart. Also he's canonically a single dad so the man has experience in the parenting department. Either option guarantees some craziness.

For the first scenario, I can see Rider's Kinship Stone acting as a detector for their missing Monsties. Each one has new equipment for them to use. Also Anton would be so giddy to see his new kid can also wield a hammer.

Hammer Kirby is definitely gonna be a favorite transformation between the two demolitionists. Also the pink puffball would be such a terror to the Ballbusters. The Pink Demon nickname continues to spread.

Annie and Anton would also be slightly surprised that they found a robot kid. Finding spare parts around Boiler City wouldn't be too difficult. Even if some might have to come from a blimp being piloted by the Bossbusters.

Also apparently Tony Grayson, one of the people behind Antonblast, says that the world is essentially post apocalyptic with only Florida(now the Backburner Peninsula), Brazil and Japan being left. Groudon would have a field day in making new land.

[hazbinhazbinhazbinreblog]

Actually, on the subject of pilot Vox and how he is more confident and collected.

That weirdly reminded me, I was, at one point, humoring my own 2P stuff with Alastor and Vox. I remember in the AU, I called Alastor Apricot (because his color scheme is orange) and he was a lot more tech savvy than canon Alastor as he has and had the habit of breaking things down because he was curious on how everything worked. His radio tower in the hotel is filled with broken machines and weird organic stuff too, like jars with embalming fluid with weird stuff (eyes, plants, organs, etc) in them and bones and skulls littering his selves. The reason he ended up in hell was because he legit tried to create disturbing human and radio hybrids/cyborgs in the name of science and his radio show, when alive, was like a Sci-Fi horror thing (think the Twilight Zone). He was a lot more bubbly and chaotic, semi forgetful. He is realistic yes, but he does believe in Charlie's dream. Also know he wasn't a cannibal, not for good moral reasons, but because it be a waste of materials.

As for Vox, I remember painting him as more cold and distant. The literal embodiment of lifeless TV. Basically like, the greed behind major studios and tech companies. You know, like the embodiment of how robotic a lot of things have become. He rarely emotes or even expresses emotions, besides maybe a grimace. I think I remember Val and Velvet being very put off by him? I think. I do remember his color scheme was very grey and silver, modern but like in the cold robotic way. I think also maybe he had a human head and the TV head was something he could put on? Idk remember that well as Apricot stood out to me more, but I know for the fact this 2P Vox had like hair (i think). You can tell I barely remember him as I didnt bother giving him an alt name.

I think their dynamic was a smidge different. I think. I vaguely remember Vox being annoyed at Apricot more because he saw him as destructive and childish, while Apricot saw him as more stuck up and assholeish. I think something about their dynamic was about living here the present while remembering the past vs being blindsided by the future and forgetting what you have currently.

Other Details I remember -Apricot is missing limbs, he has a steampunk prosthetic arm and leg. -I actually can't remember if Apricot was an overlord or not, I know he was feared as the Radio Demon still so I think he was? -Apricot is the only one who manages to piss off 2P!Vox -Apricot would build this radio bot things for his shadows to posses and move around with. He could also just turn into a deer and would do so to escape if in danger -2P!Vox's lair was a lot more grey and silver and very clinical lookin compared to canon

And that's really all. Thought I share this weird chaotic idea of a 2P AU and now I shall //goes back to focusing on Radio Guard

-⚔️ anon

Apricot is amazing and I love everything about him, how does your brain come up with so much amazing and creative stuff I'm legitimately in awe

[pikagatogirltits]

Magic the Gathering x Marvel Set Speculation: Creature Types

I'm pretty excited for the upcoming Universes Beyond Marvel set. I've already made one post where I just rambled about random bits of speculation I had about the set, but I've still been rotating some ideas in my head and I've decided to do a focused dive on a subject I love to think about: creature types. I'm gonna break this up into three sections to try and give it a little structure but it'll probably be a bit rambly within each section. The first two sections (Species/Races and Classes) will focus more on broad strokes that take into consideration both legendary and nonlegendary creatures...I'm not going to try and guess every possible type random legends might have. The third section will be more for me to speculate on specific characters that I think might have especially interesting types. I'll repeat some of my thoughts on creature types from my other post here too so they're all in one place.

Species/Races

Existing creature types I expect to see the most of are Human (obviously), Mutant, Alien, and Robot...

I don't really think any of the various species of aliens really need their own creature type... they can all happily chill under the Alien umbrella

For IP reasons I expect Mutant to solely be used for characters with the X-gene...a lot of other characters that are "mutates" by Marvel terminology will probably just be typed as Human, with a few other exceptions...

Honestly, I think the Marvel sets might only need to make two IP specific creature types: Inhuman and some kind of catch-all for all the various gamma mutates (Hulk and related characters)

The Inhumans are enough their own thing within the context of Marvel that I don't think they really fit in with any existing creature type

Hulk and the other gamma mutates (She-Hulk, Red Hulk, Abomination, etc.) also don't cleanly fit into an existing type...kind of. In a vacuum, I would probably use Mutant for them...but like I said earlier, Mutant is probably going to be reserved for X-gene related characters. I don't really have a super solid idea of what to use though. You might be able to get away with just using Hulk as the creature type, as a lot of these characters have Hulk in their name, but I don't know if it's actually the best choice.

You could maybe introduce a Mutate creature type to handle the Hulks and certain other characters, but I feel like there would be a legitimate concern over its similarity to Mutant, especially in a set where I think there's a decent chance of Mutant typal being a theme.

There's one other IP specific type I could see them making: Asgardian. Personally I think it's unnecessary, Thor and related characters could just as easily be given the God type instead of making a new one, but that might depend on what Marvel wants.

Speaking of the more magical/supernatural side of Marvel, while I don't expect to see them in as high of a quantity as the four I mentioned at the top it should be noted that we could possibly see a non-zero number of Vampire, Elf, Dwarf, Troll, Giant, Demon and/or Devil, and Spirit creatures.

Oh, and between the Savage Lands and also characters like Sauron, Old Lace and Devil Dinosaur I think there's a good chance we can expect at least a few Dinosaurs

Classes

Now I've seen some speculation on the idea of using Hero and Villain as class types in this set but personally I really hope they don't. First, it will reduce that backwards compatibility of the set, which is something WotC thinks about with the popularity of eternal formats. Captain America will interact with more cards as a Human Soldier than as a Human Hero. Second it just looks monotonous, especially in conjunction with how many Humans we'll be getting. What's a better set of creature types for Captain America, Black Widow, and Hawkeye: Human Soldier, Human Rogue, Human Archer or Human Hero, Human Hero, Human Hero?

So setting aside the types I don't think we'll see, how about the ones I think are likely? I think some types we could see multiple of are Soldier, Warrior, Rogue, Scientist, Detective, Assassin...and maybe Ninja, Pilot, and Wizard and Warlock as well.

I wouldn't be surprised to see Citizen make a comeback just so we can get cards that represent civilian characters without just typing them as Human... although I could see Advisor getting some use here too for characters who are lawyers, journalists, or politicians.

Specific Character Speculations

A slight aside at the beginning of this section: if there is a set that really could benefit from finding some way to make the Legendary supertype not eat up so much space on the typeline, it's this set

Also, me listing a character here doesn't mean I think they're 100% certain to get a card, I'm kind of just idly speculating about characters that could have some unusual types.

Rocket Raccoon: I've heard a couple of different stories of Rocket's origin but apparently the (current) comic canon is that he's an earth raccoon that was abducted and genetically enhanced by aliens so I think Raccoon Rogue would be a good fit

Groot: I could see them using Treefolk, Alien Treefolk, or Alien Plant for Groot. Small aside, but I really hope there's at least one card with the flavor text "I am Groot."

Blade: Warrior is a likely choice for a class type, but the real question is how they'll represent him being a dhampir. Human Vampire seems like an obvious pick but Legendary Creature - Human Vampire Warrior is probably going to really push the character limits of the type line. Depending on what aspects of him they want to emphasize I could easily see them dropping his class type if they really want to emphasize his dhampir nature and just type him as Human Vampire...but if they don't want to skip a class type they could decide that Vampire Warrior works and just not bother differentiating him from full vampires.

Ghost Rider: Is Ghost Rider fully skeletal? I could easily see Skeleton Pilot or Skeleton Warrior depending on if they want to emphasize him as a motorcycle rider or a badass fighter...maybe even Skeleton Rogue

The Thing: How non-human do you have to look before you stop counting as Human for creature type reasons? According to the Marvel wiki he's considered a human mutate so technically he could still be a Human... but I could just as easily see them making him an Elemental just to add some variety to the creature types in the set. As for a class you could get clever and make him a Pilot because that's what he originally was, but I don't really see a The Thing card caring about Vehicles so I think Warrior is the best call.

The Lizard: The best possible creature type for him would possibly be Human Lizard Scientist but that might have space issues...but honestly Lizard Scientist is novel enough I wouldn't complain.

Venom/Carnage/other symbiotes: This is less a speculation about their creature type (Alien would probably suffice) but a different typing adjacent question... I wonder if we could justify making them Enchantment Creatures with Bestow to represent other characters wearing them.

Namor: Oh dang, I forgot Marvel had Atlanteans. If we wanted to maximize backwards compatibility I could try and argue we could lump them under Merfolk... but honestly they could also make Atlantean its own type and future proof themselves for other IP that feature inhabitants of Atlantis that are a separate species from humans (like a Universes Beyond: DC for example.) Oh, and Noble would be his class.

You know, I could go on and on trying to guess random characters' creature types so I'm gonna cut myself off here. Maybe one of these days if I get sufficiently bored I'll add onto this post. If anyone else has some ideas for fun Marvel creature types or wants to debate my ideas don't be afraid to add on a reblog or comment. I'd love to talk about this kind of stuff.

[thorns-and-rosewings]

I think after some of the more recent episodes of TSAMS I am in need of updating some of the things in the Reaper King AU 💀. As I now have a few more ideas of what happens next. I guess this is the Part 8 of the AU then :)

I also now have a few VERY interesting ideas about some of the other characters in this AU and what is going on with them. Specifically Sun, Ruin and Eclipse.

Oh boy do I have some fun things here... But also some dark things.

TW: Same as before. Actually quite a bit of gore in this one... And some seriously disturbing imagery.

-Slight change to the lore of this AU, Ruin DID create Reaper Killcode... HOWEVER... this is not Ruin faking being cured, this is Ruin being cured and making a MASSIVELY BAD DECISION...

-He created Reaper KC to play the villain... So HE could defeat him and play the hero... He created Reaper with a weak spot. Essentially a hole in his chest that would have been how Ruin planned to defeat this new enemy.

-...his actions were driven by loneliness and his desire to to really become a part of the Celestial Family.

-Unfortunately the second Reaper Killcode took Stitchwraiths core and added it into the hole in his chest, it actually upgraded his body and made him into the insane threat he's become... As the core upgrades came as KC was literally it's 'Perfect Host'

-Moon discovered Ruins part in KCs revival and ran him out of the Pizzaplex in a fury.

-In spite of him having brought KC back, he was not responsible for Eclipse's revival... Or at least he's not aware of it if he is. He did kinda blackout on some alcohol and he apparently does weird things when he's drunk, soooo that's kinda up in the air at the moment.

...now to the present...

-Sun and Moon opt to go see what is up with a huge mountain range suddenly just appearing outside of the city. They stop by the ranger station and meet Harper... Who is surprised as hell at the sight of two more sentient robots. Still, she treats them politely. Tells them about the park... And the legends of how the forest is a hotbed for Cryptids. With the most feared being the 'Reaper King.'

-She also says yes, she is aware that something is weird and she's realizing she might not be in the same universe she was a few days ago...

-Honestly... Not the weirdest thing she's experienced with this job. And she wants them to be careful as this forest is notorious for its disappearances.

-She's dating and having 'Smoochy Time' with the alpha cryptid in this area. She's pretty familiar with weird... But Moon and Sun don't know that...

-Sun and Moon kinda brush the cryptid thing off and just opt to explore this place a little together. Neither are taking this very seriously as they walk deeper in.

-Things seem semi-normal... At least until they pass through one particular clearing and something catches Moons eye and he ventures off the trail to get a better look at this thing. It looks like a ghastly old tree... Only carved into it are frightening images, particularly of what looks like some strange demonic faces... Hanging from the trees are bones and the truck is slathered in blood.

-He and Sun are VERY unnerved...

-Even moreso when a herd of deer suddenly rush through the clearing... But one deer is being pursued closely by what looks like two wolves and there's something already on its back holding onto its neck... One of the creatures trips it up and the deer goes down. The animal making agonized screams as the creatures tear into it... Until finally it goes silent.

-The thing on the deers back stands it's about the height of a young boy, showing grey skin and semi-glowing eyes. And blood staining its mouth and dribbling down it's chin, while one of the pursuers stands... Showing it to look like a child version of the Wolfman, also just as bloody from the ordeal.

-They grin at each other then pet the actual wolf that was with them before looking back into the forest from where the deer heard had initially run from.

Vamp: Brothers! How was that?

Lycan: We brought it down! It's a good size! With seven points on its antlers!

-Moon and Sun are crouching down near the tree watching this scene in horror. As everything proceeds to get MUCH worse when from just beyond the treeline another figure approaches the boys and the wolf... A figure that both of the animatronics had hoped they would never see again...

...Bloodmoon...

-He approaches the group, a strange blue ball of fire floating near him as he walked, and the wolf immediately rushed up to him... Showing that it's head bore a sickening deformity, like it nearly had two heads but it never got far enough and was just a conjoined skull. But to the shock of the secret onlookers, Bloodmoon greets the animal with pets as it licks the maniacs face... That shock easily quadrupled as the Blood Twins looked to the dead deer and then brought both of his hands up and rubbed both of the boys heads.

Bloodmoon: Not a bad kill... You got this one without my help. Next time you will have to take it down without HunterKiller helping.

Vamp: Did we did ok?

Bloodmoon: You did great! It is dead after all! Very dead! (Bloodmoon puts an arm around each of the boys as they look down at the deer... And his disgusting tongue comes out and licks across his sharp teeth) And now my little brothers... We FEAST!

-Bloodmoon, the boys and the wolf immediately begin to tear into the deers carcass... The sounds... The wet sounds of the ripping and tearing of the deers flesh. The loud crunching as Bloodmoon bit into bones in order to get at the marrow... And then the boys eagerly requesting him to bite other bones, as they were unable to get marrow themselves due to their teeth and jaws not being as strong... And so much blood just splattering everywhere...

-Moon regains himself first, reaching down to get a grip on Suns shoulder... And pulling him up, but only just slightly. As not to alert the freaks just a short ways away from them.

-They need to leave... Now!

-Sun is just locked up in horror at what he just watched but he yielded to being pulled back by Moon... They both turned to creep back the way they came-

-Only to stare at the sight of a young girl made of blue flames, holding one of the deers antlers in her hand and a piece of twine. Clearly staring at the brothers in shock.

...But Sun sees something different...

...for a moment he can see the little girl as she was before she mutated into a Wisp...

-This sight triggered something in Sun, the part of his coding that sought to protect children... and before Moon could stop him, Sun grabbed the little girl up and just starts booking it as fast as possible. His intent only being to get this child away from danger...

-Wisp, understandably, starts screaming

-Its a blood chilling, eerie sound that seems to carry in all directions without losing any volume. Immediately getting Bloodmoon and the others to freeze. All of their faces thoroughly soaked in blood and gore. Bloodmoon looks around, only to spot Moon and Sun... With Sun holding his little sister and dragging her away.

Bloodmoon: WISP!!!! Let go of our baby sister!!!

-They abandon their meal and started to chase Sun and Moon. The boys, Lycan and Vamp starting to make calls, strange whooping calls into the woods as they are just... Tearing after Sun and Moon

-Wisp is struggling amidst Suns grip and crying, while Moon is just screaming at Sun to drop her. But then the little girl ignites! She badly burns Suns arms and hands. Escaping Suns grip and rushing back to Bloodmoon and the others... Actually she plowed into Bloody so hard he actually fell backwards... Buying some time for Moon to pull up Sun and start partially dragging him away.

-Sun regains himself enough to just be running alongside his brother... And he makes the fatal mistake...

Sun: I think we lost them!

-A MASSIVE Wendigo-esqe creature explodes from the nearby trees, running on all fours it lowers its head that is adorned with huge pronged antlers and rams into both Sun and Moon. Sending them cascading down a steep hill

-After hitting the ground, Moon groaned in pain but managed to get to his knees pretty quickly. Only to realize they were now outside one of the Ranger cabins near the entrance of this park... He got a brief flicker of hope for a moment, thinking they might be able to escape if they booked it from here.

-That tiny moment of hope was dashed when the Wendigo creature leapt off the hill and landed only a short ways away from them. It's skeletal head lowered and blazing eyes locked completely on the brothers...

-Out of nowhere, chains seemed to snake out from amidst the foliage and ensnared both of the Celestial animatronics. Pulling them backwards until they were slammed against a tree and further wrapped up in the chains.

-From off to the side an eerie floating spectre was revealed to be the source of the chains... A young girl, probably in her mid-teenage years became visible. Wearing a raggedy dress and a hooded shawl, the chains seemingly coming out from the shawl...

-And within a few seconds, the vampire and werewolf children... Along with Bloodmoon and the mutant wolf. The little girl made of blue fire, Wisp, was in the form of a tiny ball of flame and positioned on the top of Bloodmoons head...

Wendigo: So... What happened? It's not every day you guys let out calls for all of us to get involved in one of your hunts.

Bloodmoon: We'll tell you later, but for right now... (He turns his hateful gaze straight at the bound forms of Sun and Moon... Particularly Sun) We have an old score to settle...

(That's it for this part, I promise to get the next part up soon but this was already going on for too long at this point...)

[ask-carmenpondiego]

Chapter 22: Ex Sex, Demon Blood, and Robot Limbs

The holidays came and went without much issue, took about a week for Carmen to adjust to walking again and even quicker to adjust to her new arms. M had holed himself back into his room for the most part, much to the teen siblings disappointment. They wanted to see how bad his jolly could get. But nonetheless his gifts were set by his door for him to collect. On HearthsWarming morning, the teens came down from their prepared rooms to find that the little humble decor that was previously put up had multiplied tenfold, the tree was almost overloaded with ornaments, a curved fortress wall of presents for every person in that HQ was sitting both under and around the tree, almost as high as the tree itself. Walls had boughs of holly, evergreen, ribbon and poinsettia flowers in a classic red green and gold motif. There were straw grass goats, menorahs, different species figurines caroling, candles of nearly every color that was specific to multiple different holidays. It was like every winter holiday exploded into a single room.

Blendin and Daring’s eyes went huge and their mouths were unable to shut for a very long time, they were so stunned. Carmen had gotten up early to start the massive amount of festive food and blinked as she sipped her coffee, leaning a little on Wally’s walking cane. “Well. That was expected. Looks like M couldnt contain it in his room this year.” The kids looked at her, “M DID THIS?!” Carmen nodded, sipping more coffee. “Mmhm. This is what I was warning you about. This is just the living room. See all this? Embody all this into a single person. Thats what he is dealing with. And he HATES it. Like a song you absolutely hate being stuck in your head only worse.”

Vasha and Drake came through the front door and stopped short, “M got loose? And we missed it??” 079 blipped up on the tv, which was decorated in tinsel garland much to the ai’s annoyance. “Yes, yes, the rude one spent all night like a cartoon whirlwind, I’m surprised no one woke up with the incessant caroling off key.” Soon everyone, other than M respectably, had seen the holiday explosion and marveled at the little personal details for each agent and family member. After a hefty breakfast of meats, waffles, pancakes, french toast and various danish and fruit, they all gathered for gifts. Predictably the kids got the majority of presents since it was their first winter season with family. “There no way we can bring all stuff this back to our dorms…” they both lamented. Asta shrugged, “Why not just split the stuff between here and there? Its not like you don’t have a place to stay right here. You can come and go as you please!” Blendin absolutely loved the idea while Daring was a little more apprehensive. She then noticed everything of hers had a gift receipt, to which Carmen nodded, “To show you that we didnt steal any gifts. I want you to trust us. Our honesty is one of our biggest gifts we have for you.” Daring smiled a bit, still torn. “Everything is so nice, and not just blindly given. All these things are all part of my interests..” she paused and it looked like she was looking for something to be mad about it all. But all she could muster was, “Well, I still think you’re up to something! Quit trying to prove me wrong!” And after muttering a sincere thank you, she proceeded to curl up on the sofa, getting a feel of her new phone and laptop complete with writing programs to make it easier to write and publish her works.

Lekir plopped a bow onto Carmen’s head and joking poked Wally, “Hey Stripes, Happy HearthsWarming, we upgraded your wife! With those augments from Sky and Sig, and the demon essence, she’s no longer a little squishy! She can actually take a hit now!” Carmen thought a moment. “So I got stronger, live longer, my appearance changed and I have fire powers. What about the new fangs and am I supposed to draw heat to make heat? Because I made something cold with one hand and something hot in the other earlier.”

Lekir raised an eyebrow and suddenly got onto the mare’s lap and started sticking her fingers into her muzzle to look at her teeth. “What do you mean cold? What fangs?" She looks closer into her mouth and quickly clasps her hands around her wife's snout, "FUCK! Okay... so good news and... not bad news!" Carmen blinks, confused, “Well you said I was only half demon now. What do you mean not ba- Ow…You mabe me bipe my tonge.. mmh, I hope I’m not venomous or poisonous. Because that would suck about now. Or am I a fire vampire?” Lekir baps her lightly and sits back down, debating about getting a chart and crayons.

“You’re not a fire vampire, you’re an idiot sandwich. But no, You don't inject anything... well you could but don't try it, you could possibly liquefy someone from the inside out or freeze them entirely while removing all the water in their body, essentially freeze drying them.” Carmen narrows her eyes, running her tongue over her teeth, “I dunno if I like that.” Lekir waves it off, “Its not really something you need to worry about, its more a conscious thing like you would need to choose to do it. So first off, don’t bite people. Ok, I told you about the pendant that had my brother's essence, right? My two brothers have different parents, but we each share one, I'll leave out all the details of that, that's not important!” She takes a deep breath and tries to figure out how to simply explain it. “So, back in Cador, my home world, Larquez is what we called a Harbinger. They are a being who has purified blood due to Ketsru blood, demon blood. Instead of it causing mixed bloods to create a lesser of the two parents like in your world, it instead enhances both or more to 100%, meaning you're 100% Jirvi, Ketsru, Vesk and... equine. None of your history is removed, just... more if itself. It's hard to explain, but the title should be a hint. You are much more than you ever were, and likely able to overwhelm me now... which means... WE CAN BE ROUGH WITH YOU!” Carmen squints her eyes suspiciously, “And you got all that from my hand being cold and hot and by looking at my new fangs?”

The Vesk shrugs, “If you were only part Jirvi, fire demon, you would not be able to switch from hot to cold. It would be just fire. And the fangs aren’t a Jirvi trait. But this does mean you can also shapeshift since you are a Cador Harbinger now.”

Carmen scratches her head, “I honestly dont think I’m Harbinger material.. I mean I probably wont use most of what you say I can do.. I’m just a little thief.”

Lekir wags her tail, “A little thief who can fight and win wars and not break when having the most intense sex of her life! I’m sure Ninoga and Kiros are gonna be thankful not to have to treat you like bone china anymore!” Carmen’s face got as red as her blouse, “I dont want to fight in wars or anything like that.. but the sex does sound pretty nice..” Daring exclaims out loud, “Omg! Can we NOT talk about my mom’s sex life?! Its fucking gross!! We are right here! We dont wanna hear about our parents fucking everyone under the sun! Right Blendin?!… Blendin?” Daring turns and sees her brother not even paying any attention as he had new headphones on and was fully engrossed in playing a new handheld video game.

Lekir snickers and pats Carmen on the thigh, “Don’t worry, you’re now able to survive the gravity and atmosphere of Cador, I can bring you there and there’s a few Harbingers there that can teach you how to control your new powers. We can go starting next month if you wish. Maybe take a few weeks off or something. I’ll get to show you around.” Wally grins, “Wow, that is a lot to kinda sink in. So she is technically a main character now, not just the odd one out! Like an anime!!” Blendin looks up, moving his headphones, “Someone say anime??” Daring just gives a slow turn look at him, “You heard THAT but not all the other stuff?!” He blinks, “What other stuff?”

After cleaning up the wrappings and ribbons, there was a modest feast complete with desserts, to which after was the mountain of dishes that took nearly three days to clean completely down to the last fork. Luckily by then all the leftovers were already devoured and enjoyed, the wine cellar had never looked as empty in quite a while.

Soon it was the middle of the first month of the new year, the kids went back to their dorms and M stumbled out of his room all haggard and hungover. The HQ had been cleared of holiday swag and was back to its normal decor for at least a week or two. He made his way to the kitchen to brew some deathwish coffee, black, no sugar, no cream. From in the very large walk in pantry, the entrance to the wine cellar glowed blue and Skyggja and Drake were hauling stacks of crates of different liquors and spirits on dollies, trying to replenish the inventory that was consumed over the holidays. “Hey its the sleeping snow angel, awake from its nap!” Drake chuckled as M leaned against the pantry door, his response was just a deep growly groan as he sipped the coffee. His somewhat tattered teal and blue insect wings twitched a bit but his tentacles were still tucked in, not shown. His long slender and brushlike tail swayed with slight growing annoyance as he watched more crates get stored.

“Where’s Red?” He grumped, Skyggja raising an eyebrow, holding a crate for a moment. “Well aren’t you your bright and festive self. This must be you normally from what I’ve heard. Carmen is upstairs with Sig, she wanted to discuss possible add-ons to her hands. I think she thinking about storing lock-picks or something in there. Which is really easy to do. We just need to make sure her new superpowers dont interfere with the system or components.” M scratched his head with one eye closed, “New Superpowers? I thought I heard something about her only having fire.. ain’t yer stuff fireproof or some shit?” Skyggja set down the crate and put her hands on her hips, “Didn’t anyone update you yet?” M grumbled, “Yer the first two souls I’ve seen since waking the fuck up. I haven’t even looked at the fuckin calendar yet.” His face showed how much of a hangover he had, even his cheeks had a tinge of queazy green. “Oh, well Lekir can fill you in with details but the shortcut version is that the essence made her more than fire but rather she won the lottery and got like three other bloods? Something confusing but she’s considered a Harbinger now and has new added strength and other things. Like you could slam a metal chair against her back and she’s just look at you, not budging.” M smacked his lips and sighed, looking into his drink. “Well la-dee-fuckin-dah. Looks like I’ll need to find a Vesk and do some fucking homework. As long as nothing fucking changed her into someone she’s not..Then I’d have a fuckin problem.”

Drake chuckled, “Oh, no, she’s her usual stubborn self, just dealing with a lot changes. Rightfully so. She says she’s taking it stride but I’ve heard her break down behind closed doors once or twice. Its gonna take a bit for her to get over what happened.” M hmmed in return and turned to walk away but paused and looked at the glowing doorway, taking a sip. “Hm. Maybe I’ll work on the C5 doorway later. We do have that interdimensional item transporter just sitting in the mech lab. I bet I can access the fuckin multiverse if I connect the ley doors and Chronoskimmer to it.” He muttered. Skyggja stacked more crates, just about finished, “Just make sure you run it past me, I don’t want any funny business running through the system. I don’t need that goofy ass Dogma Metatron digital wanna-be nagging me for something I had no clue about!” M waved his hand, “Yeh, yeh..” and proceeded to talk a walk outside by the perimeter.

He strolled the beach and stood watching the waves for a few moments before he noticed a small boat that was dragged ashore. Looks like its been there possibly an hour with how the tide was currently. His gaze wandered up towards the gardens and saw a small moving patch of electric blue hair. Cracking his neck, he magically sent (a power that he called shadowing to summon or send away items from a short distance) his cup back to the kitchen with a small puff of toxic green flame and smoke and straightened his half open button down shirt, tucking it into his pants. He silently made his way to the intruder. An extremely slender dark balance changeling female, same body color and tail shape as M, but her hair was that electric fiberoptic looking blue hair in a half shaved/ shoulder length droopy mohawk style that he had seen from the beach and her eyes, segmented and gradient like his, only in red and yellow. She was crouching behind the bushes, taking account of the security cameras. Deciding to mess with her, he crouches down near her, rubbing his chin and whispers, “Do you think they’ll notice us?” Her long ears perked up as her eyes grew wide, whipping her head towards him. It took her a minute before squealing with delight, “Oh em gee!! Skaedfryd!! I didn’t know you were here! Were you assigned here too?! We can work together!!” She flung herself at him hard, tackling him and planting her lips upon his. He pushed her off his lips and leaned up on his elbows as she stayed straddling his hips. He wiped his muzzle with his sleeve.

Assigned? What was her game? M recognized the changeling as his ex from 200 or so years back. “Uh, yeh, I’ve been posted here for a while. Why are you here?” She flitted her little red and orange wings, shimmying her shoulders, “I got hired by this big shot no name contractor to put a hit on the red lady in there! Who hired you?” His ears dipped back as he narrowed his eyes, dropping the playful act, “I was hired by the red lady in there. I’m part of her fuckin security.” She shimmied again, grinding her hips, “Oh so a secret inside hit job then? You were always the best cause of death in our generation~” she practically moaned at him. She ran her fingers over his chest, slipping into his shirt, licking her lips. He sighed in annoyance and dropped his head back. “No, you fucking dumb bitch. I mean I am literally her protector. I don’t kill. I found something better to put my talents toward.”

This was news to her and her mood switched on a dime, “So you mean to tell me this cunty unicorn basically pussy-whipped you into submission? What the actual fuck? You were so sexy back when you were covered in blood, pieces of corpse littering the ground, your claws ripping through muscle and sinew like a hot knife through butter~” she got sidetracked again and started to grind again. She stopped and looked down, “Why arent you getting hard?” He growled, “Because I dont fucking like you, you annoy the piss outta me and I want you to get off of me.” Its not like he couldn’t just toss her, but he gave her a chance to move on her own. She leans forward, brushing some hair behind her ear, moaning, “Thats not what you said two hundred years ago~ As I recall, you used my horns like handle bars to bend my back in such a twisted way~ Ooohm, makes me wet just remembering!~” His eyes glowed as he picked her up with his tentacles and got to his feet, dusting himself off. She, on the other-hand, seemed to be in near orgasm just by the thought of being handled by tentacles. “For fuck sakes, get a fuckin hold of yerself!” He simply tossed her into a bush and shuddered. “Crazy ass bitch, get off our island and report back to yer boss that you failed. Fuck, you’re so fuckin one track minded. I’m goin back to work. Fuck this shit.”

She watched him stalk away but then hurried after him, she had shifted from her navy blue catsuit, to a baby blue pleated short skirt, a low cut light purple crop tank top and baby pink leg warmers and light green fishnet elbow length fingerless gloves. She whipped a vine around his ankles and swept him off his feet so he dangled upside down face to face to her, her smile to his grimace. “See? I turned that frowny frown upside down! We should totally sixty-nine like this sometime~” M nods, “Oh sure, how about the Tuesday after never, which is a week after Fuck off!” She laughed “You’re so funny! Now come on, you can tell me all the little details on this little chicky’s weaknesses~ I need to hurry and get this job done so I can do my nails. They’re gonna look sooo good around your cock… and scratching down your back as you take me, mmmhf!~” she squirmed as she stood in front of him, he was still upside down and quickly losing patience. He had learned to be extra cautious of his actions during his hangover, he had a bad habit of overreacting greatly. Things that normally make him quickly explode now brings him to a slow rumbling boil before going all out.

“So yer saying that you need a good fucking, right? You want me to rail you till you cant walk right for weeks, fill you up with my juices and make you my little sex pet, is that it?” He softened his tone to a low sexual growl, making her legs tremble just from listening to him. “Oooh fuck yes!!” She begged, letting him down to stand on his own. He caressed the back of her neck with surprising gentleness with his hand, the other sliding around the small of her back. He twisted her so she had her back to him as he pressed against her, his hand almost cupping her chin upwards as the other explored her front, his muzzle kissing and nipping her neck hungrily as she practically melted in his grasp. She writhed and moaned, he stroked her nethers just barely. She couldnt see his eyes but they were twitching in disgust. His hand wanted to recoil from feeling how drenched she was.

He removed his hands and grasped hers together behind her back, shadowing a pair of Carmen’s handcuffs and locking them in place before pushing her to the ground, face down, ass up. “Oohhh fuck! If I known you were going to be this kinky, I would have brought toys!! Aaahhhnnn~” she wriggled her ass as he got close behind her, he could feel her grinding, he reached and grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, “I always knew you were such a bad girl. You really want me to stick it deep, dont you? You want to feel every single inch…” she cried out and begged, her body already trembling in wanton anticipation. “Oh god yes!! Give it to me!!” He straightened up and shadowed Lekir’s spear into his grip and thrust it into her back by her shoulders and pushed it all the way through deep into the ground. The changeling mare screeched and her two vines whipped out by her wings, trying to attack him. Effortlessly, he catches both and pulls them taught, using a large folded pocketknife to slice them off by the base. She writhed and attempted to reach the spear but the way he had her positioned and bound, she didnt have proper movement nor leverage strength to rescue herself. “What the FUCK?! That shit is cold like ice!! Let me up! Skaedfryd!! I’m gonna kill you for this!!”

She, like M, was not so easily disposed or destroyed by a simple spear to the body. For good measure, he hammered the end a little bit to make sure it didnt move. He picked up the severed now-wilted vines and wiped his face with his sleeve, groaning. “Maybe now you’ll take the hint and fuckin leave.” He got halfway the path when Lekir starts coming towards him, “Where is it, bug boy? I know you took my spear! And Carmen’s cuffs. Only you have this green flamey smoky magic. I’ll have you know I was in the middle of- is that..? what is doing over there?” He looked over his shoulder at the struggling ex and shrugged. “I needed it for gardening, ya know, just doing some trimming, getting rid of some pesky horny weeds.” He tosses the vines into the compost heap and puts the knife back into his pocket.

The Vesk narrowed her eyes and looked at M’s supposed victim. “Right. Gardening.. well, you seem busy, I’ll leave you to… whatever that is. By the way, you got a bit of something there..” she gestured to a sizable wet spot on the front of his pants. “FOR FUCK SAKE I JUST WASHED THESE! YOU DAMN HORNY ASS BITCH!” He stormed off towards the HQ, “Whatever, you deal with her, put her inside an iceberg to sink the titanic for all I care. God damn stupid crazy ass bitch…” Lekir just observed the struggling ex for a moment before joining him inside the mansion, ignoring the stream of obscenities.