#anyways have at you. this thing. might properly draw him later who knows !!

[salpho]

OC I MADE IN 0.5 SECONDS he's called Wildcard and he's a trivia bot who got a little bit conscious and "broken" technically and is sent by the watchers with the rest of the bots to quiz everyone. He's a bit mischievous and asks players really hard and impossible to answer questions on purpose, sometimes lying to them if they do get the answer right somehow. The only way to avoid this guy screwing you over is if you provide actual evidence behind a your answer and then he accepts and floats away all sad. Ant with bindle style.

[ptergwen]

1, 3, and 4 with peter let’s see you got a little thick for the summer and peter is watching behind like 😮‍💨🫠 and absolutely loses it when you take it off and show off your bikini

1: "beach dates!!"

3: "going on picnic dates"

4: "wearing sun-dresses and your partner absolutely can't get enough of it"

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w/c: 672

warnings: peter being horny, light swearing

a/n: excuse the wait ahh i started working on a oneshot but then i gave up and came back to this lmao (might need y'all to give me ur opinions on some of my ideas bc i'm feeling v insecure) but anyways i ended up rlly liking this one & i hope you like it too ♡

you and peter are laid out on the beach, snacking on some things you'd picked up from delmar's. you can feel his eyes on you as you pop a few pieces of fruit in your mouth. you're wearing a new sundress, and peter is absolutely obsessed with it.

one of your dress straps accidentally falls down your shoulder, giving peter the tiniest peek at your bikini underneath. he licks his lips. much to his dismay, you pull your dress back up with a knowing smile. peter chews on the straw to his soda and looks away, effectively flustered.

it's fun to see just how crazy you can drive him.

"pete?"

"hm?"

"when you're done eating, can you help me put on sunscreen?"

peter sits up immediately.

"i’m done eating."

you lift your sunglasses, eyebrows raised in amusement.

"you didn't even have your sandwich yet."

"i’m, uh, saving it for later. where's the sunscreen, your bag or mine?"

"i think you packed it."

"one second."

peter unzips his backpack and takes out a bottle of sunscreen. you put your sunglasses on top of your head, pushing your hair back.

"lemme just do my face and stuff first."

"no, no, no. i got it."

you bite back a grin. you prop yourself up on your hands, legs stretched across the towel you're sharing with peter. he squeezes some sunscreen into his palm. he dabs a little onto your nose, making it crinkle and earning a laugh from him. he gently rubs sunscreen into your cheeks.

"i really like your dress, you know. it's so pretty. you're so pretty."

"don't worry, pete. i’m gonna take it off."

"well, i like it on, but don't let me stop you."

you laugh and peck peter's lips. he kisses you once more, longer. his hands move down your neck, to your chest, your arms, rubbing the sunscreen all over your soft skin. you stand up so you can take off your sundress. you pull the dress over your head, leaving you in your bikini.

peter gazes up at you with his mouth dropped open slightly. you teasingly toss your dress at him. he catches it, eyes staying fixed on you. you lay down beside him on your stomach. you look at peter over your shoulder, waiting for him to apply the rest of your sunscreen.

"oh, uh..."

peter adjusts his shorts quickly. you smile to yourself, enjoying the effect you have on him. he squirts more sunscreen in his hands and starts to rub it into your back. you hum, resting your head on your arms.

"that feels nice."

peter sucks in a breath.

"babe."

"yeah?"

"you're killing me."

"and you love it."

peter moves on to your legs next. he massages in the sunscreen as he works his way up your thighs, drawing more noises of content out of you. his hands hover over your ass, where he really wants them. but you two are in public, and you're not that couple.

although, who's going to notice just one squeeze?

you must know exactly what peter is thinking because you roll over before he gets the chance. peter frowns. you kiss his cheek and pinch it.

"thanks for helping. wanna swim?"

peter perks up.

"right now?"

"yeah, i’m hot. do you need to put on more sunscreen?"

"not yet. let's go swim."

peter stands from the towel and offers you a hand. you use it to get up. he takes his shirt off, then takes your hand properly. you give him a once over and put your sunglasses back on. peter runs his thumb along the back of your hand with a smile that's not so innocent.

"ladies first."

"oh, of course."

you lightheartedly shake your head, leading the way to the water. peter follows behind you. you figure you've tortured him enough for one day, so you give him the opportunity to stare at your ass, which he does shamelessly.

peter decides that as much as he likes your dress, he likes it even more off.

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[rosemaze-reveries]

I would like to ask for a idv male hunters(of your choosing) reacting to a female reader where she suddenly goes "omg your tits are bigger than mine.."

maybe it was their first meeting, maybe she was bored when she got chaired, whatever the case I just thought it'd be funny.

SJKASKJA thank you for the laugh, i opened this ask like WHAT!!!! but i will indulge u anon... <3

⚠️ suggestive content (strip tease, clothed fondling & flirty banter).

⚠️ reader uses she/her.

🐦‍⬛📸🦎⚡🌪️🦌

🐦‍⬛ Nightmare doesn't immediately respond. He sends a sideways glance to you, who's bound and bored at a slow-ticking rocket chair. "I guess you'd be hard-pressed to find any bigger than those. Must be nice to brag about," you rattle on. If you're trying to seduce your way to freedom, you're failing miserably. Nightmare stalks over to your chair, his broad chest casting a shadow over you.

"Would you have that same attitude once you've been smothered beneath them? Keep mouthing off, and I might just test it."

...What? Was that supposed to be a threat? Anyway, it didn't achieve the desired effect. You blink up at him, not totally opposed to the idea.

📸 Joseph's gaze flicks to your chest. He blinks away a milisecond later, but not quickly enough to escape your notice. A cheeky grin appears on your face as if to say made you look. "I disagree," he tuts. "Remind me, which one of us is so inept with her brassieres that she needs me to unclasp them for her every night, and – despite loathing them so – dutifully puts them on again the next day, as if her poor, aching back demands it of her?" Knowing you can't say anything, he sends back a winning smile of his own.

🦎 Luchino readily cocks his attention to you. "Oh? Like what you see?" You just never noticed how visibly his chest protrudes, especially from a side view. But your comment attracts him closer to your chair, and he decides to give you a little show. Slowly, too slowly, he slips off his jacket, letting it crumple to the floor.

"Oh," escapes your lips once you realize what's going on. Next goes the first button of his shirt.

⚡ Alva sets down his pen when you drag your nails down his chest. What began as an innocuous shoulder massage quickly turned into marveling at the broadness of his pecs. He's sure you meant well, but that comment draws a sharp sigh out of him. "I'm glad to know I'm entertaining you..." he murmurs. That snaps you back to reality: you wanted to be serving him today. You kiss his shoulder blade as an apology, kneading his tense muscles until he lets out another hitched breath.

🌪️ Ithaqua takes your comment as an invitation to reach forward, cupping an icy hand over one of your breasts. It happens so fast you can barely register it. Then he decides: "They're not too bad." He has never been one for delicacy, but that was so blunt it startles you into a fit of giggles. Sometimes you forget he's inexperienced with this sort of thing.

🦌 Bane looks down at the pout you're sending him. This is the first time he's let you hug him, and you're just realizing how much you have to strain your neck to avoid being suffocated by his chest. "A bigger body just means a stronger shield. Nothing more to it than that," he says dryly. You roll your eyes. He's always so hardheaded.

"You're more like a pillow to me," you try. "I wish I had some of these."

He still doesn't give you the reaction you're fishing for. He silently clutches your waist and tips back onto his bed, so that you're properly laying on top of him -- like a pillow.

[francixoxoxo]

girl … i apologize in advance but you KNOW i have to do flat back tire for modern billy

July prompts ☀️ . . .Ice cold lemonade!billy bonney

²⁵⁾ a flat back tire

“Shift.”

“— and so, we leave the place, and it’s totally dark out—“

“Shift, baby. Shift gears.”

“— so we’re all terrified ‘cause we don’t even know—“

“Honey. Fuckin’ shift!”

“Oh!” Billy is rubbing his brow and sighing heavy in your passenger seat. Technically, his passenger seat, your hands are on the wheel of his Chevy. You’re practicing stick shift— as Billy lovingly mutters, you aren’t exactly a natural.

The country road stretches far, far through the desert, and maybe eventually to the Californian plateaus. For now, though, it’s just you and Billy. Maybe an hour out from the ranch. Snaggle grass faded to taupe dirt lining the road twenty minutes ago. Billy, maybe for his own sanity, turns up the radio. Tom Petty warbles about a girl from Indiana while he tries to get his own girl from New Mexico to shift gears properly. He nods approvingly as you finally move the clutch.

He nods a little… further from approvingly when he examines the blown out back tire maybe five minutes later. Blowing the air out his cheeks. “I’m so sorry,” you hand a hand practically glued to your forehead in disbelief. Billy laughs, shaking his head and drawing you under his arm with the easy coolness that a man who just lost a tire in the middle of no where should not possess.

“Awh, sweet girl. Don’t you worry. Ain’t no thing.” Your boyfriend nestles a kiss in your hair as you huff like he’s a liar. “We gotta spare, anyway.”

Your brows draw. You were way too far from home to make it back on a spare, much less make it to a mechanic. You hold your hands in front of you, close together, imitating the size of a regular spare tire. “Like…”

Billy blinks owlishly. “No, not like a spare tire. like.. like a tire tire. A spare tire tire. A tire tire, to spare.” It takes every ounce of willpower in your body to not laugh in his face. Instead, you cock a brow and smile, in a way that he recognizes easy as his own reflection.

“So-so can-can you-you change-change the-th—“

“Alright, stupid. Cut that out,” Billy grunts, laying a large palm over your mouth and barely muffling your laughter. He’s smiling like an idiot despite his words. He lets go of you with a firm kiss to your temple, and pops the tailgate of the Chevy, dragging a toolbox from the recesses. “You just sit pretty n’ I’ll bust my ass.”

“Kinda our thing, yeah?” You giggle, watching him wipe the sweat already beading at his nape as he kneels beside the flat tire. Billy hums in agreement. Watching you right on back, where you sit in the passenger’s side, hanging out of the open door to look at him.

“Why can’t uh.. picnics, be our thing?” The laugh he pulls out of you as he jacks the car up just eggs him on. “Or bakin’. Or takin’ nice walks. When was the last time you took a nice walk?”

You roll your eyes. “You’re such a dummy,” you tease, without any bite. Billy shoots you a look, smiling like the devil, going about undoing the bolts of the flat tire in a star.

“Says the girl who blew my tire out.”

“William,” you begin, warning, but grinning. He clears his throat, a look on his face like a puppy caught with something in its mouth.

“Don’t whoop me?” Billy looks at you now, wiping his brow of sweat. Jesus, he looks like perfection. He looks like a man. Stubble dotting his cheeks, sweat beginning to darken the spots of his shirt that cling to him— which, by the way, the t-shirt hugs his biceps as they work at the wrench. You laugh so that you don’t have to take a second alone in the Chevy.

“Depends on how fast you get this fixed.”

“Come on now. You ain’t got no where to be, ‘sides lookin’ pretty next to me.” You roll your eyes so hard they might roll on down the country road. But Billy’s right. You’re spending your time pre-tty productively— on a stretch of empty asphalt, on a sun-heated leather truck seat, watching your man work.

[artsymeeshee]

Hello! I just found your laundry list of art last week, and I have to say…I LOVE IT! Love the instinct comics, Ford being cool never ceases to make me giggle, and I loved the autumn drawing. I’ll admit, that one had me in tears…made be believe in the what-if’s of my own family. What they…could be like someday. Or what I wish they were. Thanks for the tears, they were much needed.

 Anyway! This is what I came to message you about! Although,…I am extremely sorry for the late message. I tend to check back into tumblr at…weird hours of the night. Heck, it’s almost the next day as I type this. I seriously need to sleep more. So! I had a few thoughts on Stan and Ford relationship, and I wanted to hear your thoughts on it. Just a disclaimer, I’m kinda basing this off my actual life as I find these characters mirror personal events very closely! I am also a writer and soon to be author! Might post some archive of our own content about these two soon. Also, and this is the most important, I have NOT read book of Bill yet. So plz…no spoilers. Anyway, long introduction aside, let’s begin!

In my personal head cannon of these two, which I don’t imagine is “too” different than how anyone else could see them, Stan and Ford have an extremely awkward and emotional conversation after Weirdmagedon. Why? B/c they’re both, to some degree, emotionally numb. In my opinion, why wouldn’t they? They haven’t spoken to each other in 40 years, properly, and they have repressed a ton of their emotions since then. It’s hard to bring that back up. (Speaking off of experience) I’d say even harder for Ford. Stan, thanks to the twins, has learned to loosen the locks on his heart while Ford kept running away from those emotions to defeat Bill. Just like his ambitions, that was the main priority, and everything else later. To me, this would explain why Ford never bothered to talk to Stan properly since coming back during the show. He wouldn’t know how to. If they were to talk, and this is where the writer in me comes out, I’d write Ford as the one that needs it most. He’s been traveling dimension for decades, running from the past that held him back…but he has no anchor now. Stan becomes that anchor, paralleling what he wasn’t when Ford was lost. And Ford…he just breaks. Like, completely breaks. And Stan is there with him, breaking like he is, but still there for him brother. Finally back after all those years apart. And as someone who has been on the side of neglect from one’s own brother…nothing would be me happier if we went to connect. Just like Stanley and Ford. And eventually, soon to be sailing on the seas to connect even more.

Phew…that was a lot. Sorry for the rambling. Told you I had some ideas! So, what do you think? Do you see Ford acting like this? If not…why? Genuinely, I’d like to know. Anyway, thanks for taking your time to read this. Again, sorry for the ramblings. Oh! One more thing, I know you aren’t taking art request right now, but would you be open to take them in the future? Say in 2 months time? Anyway, bye!

Well first off, thank you! I appreciate it! :D

And to answer your headcanon, I agree on it. Stan is definitely more open to talking, especially thanks to the kids. I mean there's still moments where it's hard and awkward for sure. And Ford would for sure have a harder time opening up, especially with the constant guilt and mistakes that replay over and over. And there's always that lingering feeling of "well, Stan has to hate me for what I've done" and it's always so surprising when Stan tells him differently and he never once hated Ford. Sure, was angry but never hated him. He had too much self-hatred to feel that way with Ford. And as many times as it needs to be said or repeated, it really makes all the difference when they tell each other how much they love and care for each other. As Alex said, "they're both so damaged, they desperately need each other."

As for the requests thing, most likely not. Only because I'm entering the busiest time of year for my work so it's gonna be a miracle if I even have enough energy or motivation for drawing if I'm not completely burnt out.

[hollowed-theory-hall]

Hello, I really wanted your opinion on how Harry anger and mildly obssesion with goodness balance out

I mean, our boy spared Peter, but strangled Mundungus. He more often then not uses harmless spells, but I genualy think that he's willing to kill someone if the situation asks for it, like you mentioned before

It is kinda contradictory to me, it woud be nice to know you take on it

Okay, so first thing first, as someone who used to have anger issues, I just want to say that being an angry person ≠ being a bad person. Like, how angry you are is completely separate from how good you are. Emotions aren't necessarily tied to your moral compass.

The thing about anger and anger issues is that it's not something you control oftentimes. When you get really angry, like, properly angry, you become a spectator in your own body. You move and act out of anger, but it's not something you chose to do consciously you didn't plan it or decide upon it at any point. It just kinda happens. And it's a lot of really hard work for it not to happen once the issue is there.

As such, it happens that once you calm down, you might regret things you did in that burst of anger, but it's already done.

Harry's anger is shown like this sometimes, like something not fully under his control:

Harry was not aware of releasing George, all he knew was that a second later both of them were sprinting at Malfoy. He had completely forgotten the fact that all the teachers were watching: All he wanted to do was cause Malfoy as much pain as possible. With no time to draw out his wand, he merely drew back the fist clutching the Snitch and sank it as hard as he could into Malfoy’s stomach — “Harry! HARRY! GEORGE! NO!” He could hear girls’ voices screaming, Malfoy yelling, George swearing, a whistle blowing, and the bellowing of the crowd around him, but he did not care, not until somebody in the vicinity yelled “IMPEDIMENTA!” and only when he was knocked over backward by the force of the spell did he abandon the attempt to punch every inch of Malfoy he could reach. . . .

(OotP)

Anger management issues are issues with emotional regulation at the end of the day. The issue is with management, control, and regulation, where your emotions quite literally take over you. That's where phrases like "seeing red" come from. It's that all-encompassing anger that takes over, and that's the only thing you can see.

But Harry's anger isn't always like this. Sometimes his anger just pushes him to act on something he wants anyway, even when calmer:

Hatred rose in Harry such as he had never known before. He flung himself out from behind the fountain and bellowed “Crucio!” Bellatrix screamed. The spell had knocked her off her feet, but she did not writhe and shriek with pain as Neville had — she was already on her feet again, breathless, no longer laughing. Harry dodged behind the golden fountain again — her counterspell hit the head of the handsome wizard, which was blown off and landed twenty feet away, gouging long scratches into the wooden floor. “Never used an Unforgivable Curse before, have you, boy?” she yelled. She had abandoned her baby voice now. “You need to mean them, Potter! You need to really want to cause pain — to enjoy it — righteous anger won’t hurt me for long...”

(OotP)

Even when Harry's calm he thinks Bellatrix deserves torture or death. His anger in the above scene is defined well by Bellatrix. It's righteous anger. It's anger that doesn't push him out of control but propels him to act on something he already wanted to do. It's like an injection of nerves and courage, and not that same out-of-control feeling I mentioned earlier.

Now, Harry's "obsession with goodness" is completely separate from his anger.

What's important to note is what is the definition of good. Good is defined by Harry and the HP books as a whole as good = Just. Good in the HP books and according to Harry, is not some vague idea where everyone deserves mercy, it's a good where everyone gets what they deserve. Bad people have bad things happen to them, and good people have good things happen to them. It's about justice and righteousness.

Quirrell helped Voldemort, so he deserved to die in Harry's opinion.

well, unless you count Quirrell, and he got what he deserved seeing as he was working with Voldemort.

(HBP)

Stan Shunpike was under the imperius. He didn't choose to help Voldemort, he was innocent, so he didn't deserve to die in Harry's opinion.

I saw Stan Shunpike. ... You know, the bloke who was the conductor on the Knight Bus? And I tried to Disarm him instead of — well, he doesn’t know what he’s doing, does he? He must be Imperiused!

(DH)

And it makes sense. I mean, is it good that murderers and rapists go to prison? Absolutely. You need to punish bad deeds to stop bad people from hurting people, how that should be done isn't something I want to get into, but righteousness and justice include punishments for evil acts, and that's good. It's good murderers and other criminals can't just walk around and hurt people without consequences. A good person won't let a bad one hurt others, and for that, said good person needs to be willing to fight, and yes, hurt in self-defense or in defense of others.

And Harry believes in this kind of good. A good that is righteous and just. Harry doesn't think everyone deserves the same treatment. He'll treat you well if you deserve it.

“...It’s time you learned some respect!” “It’s time you earned it.” said Harry

(DH)

Harry's respect and kindness need to be earned. You need to deserve it. His scorn and hate, are similarly earned through your actions and what you say.

That being said, most people don't deserve death in Harry's book. His starting point is that you should be kept alive, and helped, and treated well. You need to actively do something to get on Harry's shitlist. Even Snape only got on Harry's shitlist after Snape mocked and ridiculed Harry in that first potions class.

In the scene with Mundungus, Harry is angry. He doesn't actually think Mundungus deserves death, some punishment, yes, but not death. He stole from Sirius, and he did a horrible thing (for Harry he did an awful disrespect to Sirius whom Harry is still grieving at that point), so the good thing would be him getting his comeuppance. But in that scene, I think there is a bit of this out-of-control anger I mentioned earlier, as I don't think a calm Harry would've strangled him in this way. Harry acted in anger and instinct, he wasn't rationalizing anything in that moment.

And regarding Pettigrew, Harry did want to kill him, he wished for him to die, to be punished, but he:

Was calmer by that point, he wasn't angry anymore so he didn't have the push of anger

He is compassionate. While he wants Peter dead, he doesn't want Lupin and Sirius to become killers because he cares about them, he doesn't want them to have to suffer through killing their ex-freind. But he wouldn't mind if Peter died to the dementors.

He is practical. He wants to bring Peter back to the castle and have him sent to Azkaban — which would allow Sirius to be exonerated. It would serve justice, it would be righteous. As Harry mentioned in the following quote, it'll be what he thinks Peter deserves:

“NO!” Harry yelled. He ran forward, placing himself in front of Pettigrew, facing the wands. “You can’t kill him,” he said breathlessly. “You can’t.” Black and Lupin both looked staggered. “Harry, this piece of vermin is the reason you have no parents,” Black snarled. “This cringing bit of filth would have seen you die too, without turning a hair. You heard him. His own stinking skin meant more to him than your whole family.” “I know,” Harry panted. “We’ll take him up to the castle. We’ll hand him over to the dementors. . . . He can go to Azkaban . . . but don’t kill him.” “Harry!” gasped Pettigrew, and he flung his arms around Harry’s knees. “You — thank you — it’s more than I deserve — thank you —” “Get off me,” Harry spat, throwing Pettigrew’s hands off him in disgust. “I’m not doing this for you. I’m doing it because — I don’t reckon my dad would’ve wanted them to become killers — just for you.” No one moved or made a sound except Pettigrew, whose breath was coming in wheezes as he clutched his chest. Black and Lupin were looking at each other. Then, with one movement, they lowered their wands. “You’re the only person who has the right to decide, Harry,” said Black. “But think . . . think what he did. . . .” “He can go to Azkaban,” Harry repeated. “If anyone deserves that place, he does. . . .”

(PoA)

But that good Harry believes in does allow for reform. It allows for forgiveness. Harry is a very forgiving person, he believes people can regret their past actions and change. He doesn't, for the most part, believe people are evil from birth or that someone who did evil would necessarily always be evil. Specifically with Voldemort, Harry feels a connection to him, he understands him and that understanding leads him to deem Voldemort as redeemable. As someone who could be saved. It's sentimentality talking there, as, let's say, I don't see Harry making such offers to Umbridge.

[miraluscinia]

do you think you could make a list of which hero is who? sorry it’s just confusing

Yknow, i was planning on revealing them one at a time, but there's 18 characters and i feel like it's gonna take me some time to even begin drawing the next person, so why not reveal it now?

Here's a list of who is who, as well as a bit of info (this is a long one so brace yourselves);

The Architect = Grian

- as already revealed, Grian's power is psychokinesis (which is closely related to, but is not telekinesis). The first part of his poem, "Mind over matter", reveals this but there's more to it than that. His wings are also thought to be part of his powers, but whether or not that's true will be revealed in the actual story i'll write. The character introduction hinted at some things, but I'm not gonna point them out until much later.

(Since I haven't properly introduced the rest of the cast yet, I'll avoid mentioning their powers or any other info. You guys will just have to either wait for their introductions, or take a wild guess. I'll just give you guys some behind the scene of each alias and poem)

Vex = Scar

- I honestly had a hard time coming up with the alias for Scar. Eventually, I settled for Vex because some fans headcanon Scar as a vex hybrid, also because the name means "to bring trouble" or "to annoy by petty provocations", which is close to what I plan for Scar in this AU. Also, his poem "A silver tongue, a voice that sways" not only gives a nod to how he usually swindles people in the life series but it also hints at what his power is.

The Mechanic = Mumbo

- I mean... i think it's kinda obvious the person whose poem says "Where machines are present, his genius stands" is gonna be Mumbo. I think i could've thought of a better alias for Mumbo, but I just couldn't at the time, and I guess this has already stuck so... yeah, Mechanic it is for Mumbo.

Trapline = Impulse

- I haven't really watched Impulse that much so I didn't really know what power to give him. But then I watched one of his build and seek videos and I learned that he's good at redstone, so I decided to make his power have something to do with machines as well. And since we already have Mumbo as the tech guy, I just decided to have Impulse be the trap guy. Hence his poem, "A snare unseen, a trap well laid". The alias Trapline just sounded cool to me.

Scarlet Moon = Pearl

- I mean... i think the alias already gives it away. Anyways, Pearl's alias and power was one of the ones that came easy to me. I wanted her whole theme to still be tied to the moon so... Scarlet Moon it is. As for her powers, the first line of her poem, "Gravity bows to her lunar might", kinda gives it away.

Timekeeper = Bdubs

- I don't know much about Bdubs as well, nor have I watched any of his POV (i found the life series through martyn so i mainly watch his pov), but i've seen fanfics and fanart alike of him having a clock and his moss cloak thingy, so i decided to base his power on that. So the first line of his poem, "Time bends where flowers bloom", gives a nod to that, as well as hint at his powers. Bdubs' powers is one of the things I'm very proud of. His character in this AU is also one of the more complex characters. As for his alias, the public only knows about one part of his powers so I thought, "what would people call someone with that power?", and I came up with Timekeeper.

Blaze = Tango

- I actually feel bad for giving Tango a very basic alias, but i really can't think of anything else. I only really got interested in Tango during Double Life, cuz him with Jimmy is really wholesome. I noticed that fanon is that Tango is a blaze hybrid so I just took that and ran. I also loved his reaction in Double Life to the ranch burning, so the last part of his poem, "Heat and flame, in fury's daze", gives a nod to that as well as his powers. Honestly, most of the characters' poems hint at both their powers and something that reminds me of them.

Phantom = Etho

- Honestly, i don't really remember my exact thought process on why I chose Etho's alias and power to be what they are. I think it was literally because his skin is a character from Naruto, and so i guess I just thought, "Naruto... ninja... invisible, yes, yes." And i said i won't mention the characters' powers but actually, the first line of Etho's poem, "Invisible steps, shadows in tow", already gave it away. And there's more to his powers than that anyways, so I guess it's fine.

Maestro = Ren

- Ren's alias gave me a hard time cuz I couldn't think of something that sounds dramatic enough. I ended up going with Maestro since the word means "a master usually in an art", and since Ren gives such a theater kid vibe, I went with it. Now, I had a bit of trouble with his power, mainly because it's similar to another character's, but I evntually found a way to differentiate the two so it's all good now. I just love Ren and Martyn's dynamic in 3rd Life, and in any interaction they have honestly. Ren's entire poem gives a nod to his dramatic theater kid vibe, but the line "Illusions dance, a show so grand" hints at what I plan for his whole character to be in the AU. And it also parallels the other character with similar powers to Ren.

Fortress = Cleo

- Cleo was one of the harder persons to think of a power and alias for. So i went and looked through videos and fanfics alike to see what i can pick up, and I noticed that in most fanfics I read, Cleo is often depicted as a strong and reliable person, and I can get that vibe in the videos I've seen of them. What really solidified my decision for her power, though, is that one moment in Double Life where she tells Martyn that they're both survivors, and that really stuck to me. As for the alias, the word fortress already gives the impression of strong and formidable, so I went with that. It felt like a weird alias the first few times, but it eventually grew on me, and now I kinda like it. The first line of their poem, "Strong as stone, yet swift to mend", also hints at another part of their power.

Mirage = Martyn

- I love his and Ren's theater kids vibe, and it's one of the reasons why I made their powers to be so similar. The reason for Martyn's power and alias is mostly because he's well known for always sneaking around without being seen most of the time, and being able to get away unseen as well. It's also that one line from Skizz during Secret Life that really cemented the power and alias. Skizz was complementing Martyn's ability to sneak around unnoticed and commented, "I'm honestly only 50% certain that you're standing in front of me." Also, aside from the powers, Ren and Martyn's poems are also very similar in the first part. Whereas Ren's is "Illusions dance", Martyn's first line, "Illusions twist, reality bends", not only hints at what differentiates his powers from Ren, but also references how Martyn likes to gaslight people, especially during Secret Life.

Sanguine = Skizz

- Skizz's alias and power are ones I'm most proud of. Every character's powers mostly have more than one part to it, and Skizz's is one i really like. One part of his power, I got inspiration from a fanfic I read in AO3 called "Wake the Dead" by Kiki_the_kiwi. The other part, i got inspiration from the way I noticed Skizz usually becomes in the life series (which martyn also pointed out during his interview in the Imp & Skizz Podcast). The first line of Skizz's poem, "Blood and battle, strength reborn", references this. As for his alias, it took me a long time to pick. I wanted something that suited his power and his character, and I eventually ended up on Sanguine. While it's not the most cool-sounding name, its meaning actually suits Skizz's character in this AU. Sanguine has two meanings, the first being "someone who is cheery" and the other being "blood" or "bloodthirsty", so... you can probably guess why I chose this alias for Skizz, and it also suits the way his power works.

Fenrir = Joel

- Actually, Joel was the hardest to think of a power for because his chaotic nature in the life series doesn't really leave me with a solid idea. Eventually, I just stuck to his 3rd Life vibe, which involves wolves. Hence the alias Fenrir, which is some sort of wolf Norse god, I'm not really sure, I didn’t research it that much (i also just really like the name). As for his powers, the same with every other character's powers in this AU, there's more to it than the surface level. The last part of his poem, "Strength in the pack, yet prone to fall", hints at this.

Starstrike = Scott

- For Scott, i mostly stuck to the most common winner symbol for him, which is stars. His powers isn't as complicated as the others, and the last part of his poem, "A shield, a blade, a step so sure", hints at what he can do with his powers. As for his alias, I guess it just sounded cool to me. I wanted something that relates to his star theme, but also gives the impression of someone not to be messed with, so I went with Starstrike.

The Canary = Jimmy

- Honestly, do I even have to explain? Lol! Jimmy's powers also got inspiration from the same fic I got for Skizz, which is "Wake the Dead" by Kiki_the_kiwi on AO3 (you should really check it out). And his poem, "The first to fall when danger is near", also references his Canary Curse.

Quake = BigB

- i honestly didn't know much about BigB as well, but from what I remember of him, mostly in 3rd and Secret Life, he was mostly mining/digging underground while stuff happens on the surface. His poem, "A rumble deep, the earth obeys", kinda also hints at this, as well as reminds me of his backrooms shtick in Secret Life.

Flora = Gem

- I kinda feel bad, but I honestly gave up with Gem, since I know less about her than others members since she's still a bit new to the life series, and I didn't really watch any of her stuff before. But the vibe I got from her is that she's sweet, but also kinda dangerous. So i thought, the alias Flora sounds sweet, but since it refers to plants and the like, it could also mean danger since there are dangerous plants. Her powers, though, isn't what you would initially think. Like I said, there's more to the characters' powers than what is on the surface level. And Gem's poem, "Nature's strength in her entwines", not only hints at another part of her powers, but also references where I got the inspiration for her powers, which is a certain character from the anime/manga called "Bungou Stray Dogs".

Nightshade = Lizzie

- Lizzie's power was one of the easiest to think of, but of course, there's more to her powers. The name Nightshade is something I really like, and with it being a beautiful plant usually associated with darkness and mystery, I thought that it suits Lizzie well, especially in the AU. Her poem, "In darkness she dwells with deadly grace", further insinuates this.

Aaaand, that's all of them! Sorry for the long post, but I also wanted to share my thought process in picking the alias for each character. And while I don't want to reveal too much of their powers until they get properly introduced, i figured it's fine to touch on the behind the scenes of it for a bit.

What do you guys think? Also, for the anon who asked, I hope this clears things up! :)

[quibbs126]

Well now the headache’s back, but I ended up making this the past couple hours

I really don’t know if this is supposed to mean anything, this more came from the fact that today, I learned of the existence of a character called Toxitron, and I also decided to listen to Iron Man by Black Sabbath, and the two things sort of culminated into what you see here

I had him saying “I am Iron Man” because I really like that droning line at the beginning of the song

Basically the song made me think of ideas for a hypothetical Toxitron. The ones I do have is that he’s a man-made Transformer, possibly inspired by Optimus but I’m not sure. He spits out acid from his hands, and he’s not very bright. He’s alive and thinking but his processor is not at the level of a normal Cybertronian. I’m thinking that maybe he was a far more rudimentary bot originally, but some Cybertronian artifact made him closer to an actual Transformer, but maybe it didn’t give him a fully functional processor. Or it’s due to his corrosive nature, with all his acid

He’d originally be a third party character due to his origins, but he might end up with the Decepticons or the Autobots later, I’m not sure who. But I also don’t see him lasting long in a show, not much more than a season. He’s only surviving to a finale/premiere if he first showed up in the middle-ish of a season and isn’t a main focus of those end points, just a side character. But yeah, he’d probably end up dying relatively soon, probably in a gruesome manner, maybe melting. It might be like a self sacrificial move, or it could just be gruesome death of a villain

But anyways yeah, I had all these thoughts, and I was considering trying to design this guy, with the image you see here being like a side sketch thing in the picture. But then I just decided to make that the whole picture instead of trying to properly design him in full

I’d imagine he’s saying this at the point where he becomes like a fully functional Transformer, and not just a man made attempt. I don’t know whether he’d actually say this, but it’s just supposed to be from the song, let me have this

He’s sort of just a mishmash of his Animated and comic designs, as well as me just doing whatever I want. The design in general takes more inspiration from Animated, since while I haven’t been drawing too much of TFA, I really like how shaped the art style is

If I were to make a proper design, there’d probably be some changes, but whatever, it was just for this. No clue what he properly looks like

I made the art sort of crude on purpose, because it was supposed to reflect him and his crude nature

Anyways, I think I had more but the headache is becoming unbearable, I think I should just stop writing soon, but I like this piece. I’m just gonna say that, I think it turned out relatively well

I realize he’s probably not super accurate to the original character, but shut up, it was a thought and I had to make it

[diviningrodtv]

Oh yeah, NSH Time.

I've been holding this post back for like a week😅

I absolutely love how NSH came out and I think he's currently my favourite rain world model that I've done! (Sorry Pebbles, I'm going to upgrade you later anyway :]

I also made his scarf easily removable so you can see how the stripes aren't just on his head! The stripes and his irises also glow, but a bit brighter than the areas on Five Rotten Pebbles.

His antennae are pretty similar to how I did Sliver's, especially considering I did his first! XD They're separated from his head a bit.

Also if you've noticed in my art that his eyes are the exact same as in the model here, that's because they are! I tried finding a way to draw them how I usually might, but I just couldn't get the same vibe! So I said, "Fuck it!" and I've been drawing over his model ever since XD

NSH is also who I used to make the "umbilical arm" model! So if you saw those posts, that's why the textures are all messed up!

And here it is in all it's glory!

It's mostly made of ball joints with a flexible joint attached to the back. The last segment also twists just like your forearm bones!

Also..... lore shit below cause I have, plans™ so-

If you don't want to know why NSH is acting strange on my blog yet, read no further!

(there's also some downpour spoilers, and some other disturbing things)

*slaps top of can* This bad boy can fit so much fucking insanity in him. (cw: self-harm yeah you heard me)

If you haven't figured it out already (I did drop hints :) NSH's structure is damaged! His legs are giving out because a group of scavengers thought it would be funny to transport all of their explosives at once.

So he's in a bit of a pickle!

This is when Looks to the Moon and Five Pebbles' communication tower is repaired! During their first conversation in a very long time, NSH finds out about good ol' Hunter long legs, and is rightfully distraught! He feels like a total failure, that he wasn't experienced enough to properly create his messenger.

That's what this whole post was about!

But, experience is something that can be gained.

NSH figured if Five Pebbles was able to leave his can, then he should be able to as well, but that requires solving the three problems I mentioned in the Five Rotten Pebbles post:

The self-genome modification barrier,

A general lack of puppet central brain matter, and

No material processing within the puppet.

I'll talk about my umbilical lore for this AU here since it's relevant.

Either the "cord" or the "arm" can be disconnected, but not both. This is for ease of repair by administrators. Disconnecting them both would leave the unfortunate Iterator fully functional. Although, they would be blind in the visible spectrum (apart from overseers), unable to speak directly to someone in their chamber, and would otherwise have their workflow be severely impaired. They would effectively be trapped in their own head.

NSH realised that even if the barriers existed, they could still have the intentions, to break them. So what would happen, if he broke one? Not by writing it out of his system, Five Pebbles already proved how risky that method was, but instead by setting his actions in motion faster than any barrier could stop them? This was something to test, and wasn't that what Iterators were built to do anyway?

Umbilicals can only be disconnected by administrators, but what if he were to do it anyway? He needed to leave his can after all, it wouldn't be much of a loss if he was stuck on the floor of his chamber or floating aimlessly in zero gravity for a while.....

So what if he just ran fast enough to rip himself off?

What if he moved his arm back at the last second, could he gain enough inertia to pull it out of his back? Even if it took a few tries?

What other choices does he have? Perfect Five Pebbles' method until he collapses and continue even then? He had time, but not enough for that, and The Hunter certainly did not have any time for waiting around. NSH had to fix his mistake, he had to.

So this bastard goes and does exactly that, and short-circuits his entire system.

Not just breaking the umbilical maintenance barrier, but every other one in the process.

And it all hurts like hell.

But that's the first problem solved, and now he can help keep himself afloat longer. So that now, he can figure out how to solve the other two problems with precision.

Of course, the others won't like any of these plans, but, after what Five Pebbles did, they wouldn't dare disturb him if he stopped responding, right?

And maybe, he could even hijack their communications array, to look for help.

>:]

yeah so NSH is not sane

[feelgoodfantasies]

Known You Always (Jamie Tartt)

Summary:

Elizabeth Davies is the vibrant, quick-witted new strategist at AFC Richmond, known for her infectious energy and uncanny ability to read the game - and people. Her arrival shakes up the locker room in all the right ways, drawing even Jamie Tartt into an unexpected and easy friendship. As their bond deepens, something begins to shift between them, slow and unspoken. But behind Elizabeth’s bright smile and playful charm, there’s something she’s not saying. A part of her she keeps hidden - one that even she doesn’t fully face. And sooner or later, it might catch up with her.

Chapter Three:

“Coffee or tea?” Jamie asked as a way of greeting as he walked unannounced into El’s office on Monday morning. She looked up and saw that Jamie had two takeaway cups in his hands.

“Oh, um, coffee. I like tea, but when I work I need the caffeine boost.”

Jamie handed her one of the cups, and she took it, surprised.

“You didn’t have to, Rebecca got me a Nespresso machine.” She said sheepishly.

“I mean sure, Nespresso is great, but this coffee will change your life.”

“Assuming you’re a coffee fan then?” El asked, and took a sip while Jamie nodded.

The blonde couldn’t help herself, as the coffee hit her tastebuds, she moaned. Jamie paled slightly, but El was too busy savouring the taste of the hot drink to notice.

“Holy shit.” She breathed. “Where on earth did you get that from?”

“If I told you that, I would’t be able to bring you one in the mornings, now would I?”

“Jamie, you don’t have to-“

“If you tell me that one more time I’m going to lose me mind. I know I don’t have to.”

El flushed, and Jamie laughed.

“That’s one thing you need to know about me, alrigh’? If I don’t want to do something I won’t - anyone at this club can tell you that, they all know about it from when I used to be a massive prick.”

El choked on her next sip of coffee.

“You what?” She asked with a cough.

Jamie shrugged. “It’s who I was, who I thought I needed to be. I guess I can still sometimes be a bit pricky, but most of that is in me past now.”

Sipping her coffee, El surveyed him with interest. He was so self-aware, and so honest. It was refreshing.

“Well anyway, I better be off, practice is in five. See you later.”

“Bye, Jamie - thanks for the coffee.” El smiled.

Shooting her a smile, he left her office, and she sat looking at the door, deep in thought.

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Jamie had sauntered into her office on Wednesday in the late afternoon after practice, and had knocked on the door with a grin.

“I’ve got one for ya, Lizzie.” He said, sitting down on the chair opposite her desk. She frowned, not following.

“Question. Keep up, would ya?” Jamie teased, and El rolled her eyes.

“Go ahead.”

“What’s your favourite food?”

“Ooh, good one. Honestly anything Italian. A good old margherita pizza, if it’s made properly, is life changing.” She mused, steeling her hands under her chin. “What about you?”

“Me mum’s Sunday roast.” He replied, smiling at the memory.

“I mean, a good roast is a fair choice.” El agreed. “At uni, my friends and I always used to scrimp and save all week just so we could have a pub roast and a beer on Sundays.”

Jamie grinned.

“I never did the whole uni thing, obviously.” He mused. “What was it like?”

El sat back, relaxing against her office chair.

“It was great, honestly. Hard work, but I think you always take for granted all the holidays and time off you get. I would give my left tit for a six week holiday these days.” El joked, and Jamie laughed, taken by surprise at her honest quip.

“You feel pretty invincible. It’s the first time you’re mostly independent, but you don’t really have any real responsibilities.”

“Would you go back?”

“Oh, fuck no.” El laughed. “It was nice while it lasted, but that time of my life is over.”

“I don’t think I could hack it.” Jamie chuckled. “I always hated school, couldn’t wait to get out of the classroom to go play football.”

“Well, I guess that’s why you’re here, right?”

“Exactly.” He grinned.

“Were you one of them nerdy, teacher’s pets at school?” He asked, interested.

“I mean, yes and no.” El explained. “I never wanted to get in trouble, always did my work well and on time, but I always had a friend or two that was a bad influence on me, always trying to get me in joining them in skiving off.”

“I would probably be one of those mates, yeah?” Jamie teased, and El laughed.

“Oh, one hundred percent. I just know you were a nightmare for all the teachers.”

Jamie spread his arms wide, raising his brow.

“You’re welcome.” He joked, and El shook her head with a smile on her face.

“So cocky.”

He grinned.

“Have you ever been to Italy?” He asked, switching their conversation back to her favourite food.

“I have, yeah. I’d love to go back, it definitely is tied for first place for my favourite country.”

“Oh yeah? Where else?”

“Martinique.”

Jamie scrunched up his brow.

“It’s a small French island in the Caribbean. My mum used to write short stories and one of her murder mysteries was set there. We all flew there together when she went across to get inspiration while writing.”

“Sick. Do you speak French, then?” Jamie asked.

“Un petit peu.”

“What, them little cake things?” The footballer asked.

“No-“ El broke off with a laugh.

“It means ‘a little bit’, in French. Petit four are the cakes.”

“Right.”

El smiled, then sighed. 

“Jamie, I don’t want to be rude, but I really need to finish off this report before the end of the day. I’m already not sure if I’m going to.” She said quietly, rubbing her eyes.

“Yeah, no, ‘course. I’ll leave you to it then, yeah?” He said with a grin, standing up.

She thanked him and let out a breath as she looked back at her laptop, flexing her fingers before carrying on typing.

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Just over an hour later, El saved the report and emailed it to the coaches and Higgins, stretching out her neck and shoulders. She collected up her things, and walked through the mostly-empty stadium. It was quite eerie without all the noise and bustle, and El’s heels echoed through the space as she headed to the front door.

She was so busy delving into the depths of her handbag for her car keys that she didn’t notice that Jamie’s car was still in the parking lot.

El looked up in surprise as she heard a car door open.

“Jamie?” She called out, confused, as he climbed out the front seat of his BMW.

“I’m glad to see you’re not the last one out of here, at least.” He said, shoving his hands in his pockets with a grin.

“Did you wait out here the whole time?” El gaped.

“Nah. Got dressed,” He gestured to his casual attire in place of his training gear, “chatted with Isaac for a bit, then waited out here.”

“Why?” The blonde asked, surprised.

“You seemed pretty stressed out in there, so I thought you could maybe use a drink after you were done.” He said, shrugging.

“That’s really sweet.” She smiled, and then considered for a moment. “Yeah, you know what, I really could use a drink.”

“Let’s go. There’s a great little bar around the corner.” Jamie suggested, and El nodded. The footballer locked his car and they set off on foot.

Jamie hadn’t been wrong, the bar was close by, and soon he was opening the door for her, ushering her inside with his hand ghosting over the small of her back.

They found a small table in the corner, and if the waitress knew who Jamie was, she thankfully didn’t say anything as she took their order.

“I’ll have an Old Fashioned please.” El said, and Jamie smiled.

“Just a water for me.”

The waitress nodded and left.

“Roy will kill me if I have a drink in the week, even if we’re only in pre-season.” Jamie remarked, and El snorted.

“So what’s this fancy report you’ve been working on all about then?” He asked, fiddling with the menu.

“It’s all very technical.” El said, and Jamie raised his brows at her, prompting her to continue.

She chuckled.

“Basically I’ve been compiling the stats of the team from last season, when you lot started using the total football strategy. I’ve been looking at what worked, what didn’t, and how we can improve on that this year. Y’know, things like possession percentage, pass accuracy, number of players changing positions - that kind of thing. I think this strategy works well, but we need to identify areas that are a pain point, or aren’t quite up to standard, so that it can be the focus in training. You can bet the other teams will be looking at this information too before they play you, to see what weaknesses to exploit, so it helps to get ahead a little.”

Jamie looked impressed.

“It’s obviously different just looking at it in terms of a numbers point of view, because you’re actually there, playing out the strategy and making split section decisions on the field but…” She trailed off, smiling sheepishly.

“No, no, it’s really cool. I think the lads would probably like to hear the numbers.” He mused.

“You think?”

“Yeah, I mean, we rely on our coaches to do the strategising bit, but they do weigh in with us to see what we think. I think the players might also like to hear from you on the technical side of things.” He grinned.

“I’ll chat to the coaches, then.” El smiled. The waitress came over with their drinks, and she took her glass thankfully, taking a deep drink.

She sighed happily.

“Very needed.” El smiled. 

“Good?”

“Mm. Very. Wanna try?” She asked, and Jamie nodded. He reached across and took the glass gently from her, taking a small sip.

He frowned thoughtfully as he let the taste sink in.

“Yeah, that’s good.” He nodded, handing her back the drink, fingers brushing against hers briefly.

“Right?” She grinned, stomach flipping at the feeling of his warm hands contrasted with the cool touch of the glass.

“To be honest, I always thought Nate was in charge of strategy with the team.” Jamie admitted.

“He still is. His is more just in-play strategy. Like, thinking about what calls would work against each team during the match. My job is more post-match analysis, and long-term strategy. We obviously all work together, though.” El explained, and Jamie nodded in understanding.

“D’you think you’d ever want to coach? You know, when your playing days are over.” The blonde asked him curiously.

He thought for a moment.

“Maybe. I think I see the game differently now that I’ve stopped just trying to be the best player without really giving a fuck about the team.” He said, matter-of-factly. “I guess I haven’t really thought about it.”

“I mean, why would you? You’re still in your prime.” El replied, and Jamie grinned, flashing her an arrogant wink. She rolled her eyes, laughing.

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They finished up their drinks, and although El felt sorely tempted to have another, she knew it would be best if she went home and got a good night’s rest. Jamie paid their bill, despite El’s fierce protestation that he only had a water, and soon they were back in the summer night air.

“Can I give you a ride home?” Jamie asked as they stopped at the entrance to the stadium's parking lot.

“Don’t worry about it, it’s really not far.” She smiled.

“I’ll walk you home, then?”

El shook her head, smiling gratefully.

“I’m really okay, but thank you. There’s no need for you to walk when you haven’t even had anything to drink.”

“You sure?”

“Positive.” She assured him.

“Alright. Just… just text me when you get home safe, yeah?” He asked, and she nodded. Jamie quickly typed his number into her phone and saved it, before handing the device back to her.

“Thank you for tonight. I appreciate that you waited for me just to have a bottle of water at the bar.” El grinned, and Jamie shrugged, smiling.

“Just thought you could use a breather.”

“Well, you got that right.”

They smiled at each other for a moment, and then El stepped forward and wrapped her arms around his neck. He stilled for a second in surprise, then smiled and snaked his arms around her waist. She breathed in his cologne and smiled softly before pulling away.

“Goodnight, Jamie.”

“Night, Lizzie.”

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El had moved to the couch in her office by the end of the day on Friday, and was massaging her temples as she clicked through her emails. Her eyes blurred over the text as she read, and she rested her head on the back of the couch for a moment, staring at the ceiling.

“Favourite book and movie?”

Elizabeth jumped and shot daggers at the footballer who'd just walked in the door.

“Fucking hell, don’t scare a woman like that!”

Jamie smiled sheepishly, and flopped down on the armchair opposite her.

“Sorry.” He said, stretching his arms above his head. El couldn’t help her eyes from wandering to the bulge of muscle in his arms.

“What did you ask?” She queried lamely, trying to save face from the fact that she had just been ogling him.

“Favourite book and movie.” Jamie repeated, and El laughed.

“You’re really taking this questions thing seriously, huh?”

The footballer shrugged. “Maybe I just want to see inside that fancy house of yours.”

El snorted, then tapped her chin thoughtfully.

“Hm, okay. Favourite movie is a cheesy one but a classic - The Parent Trap.”

“Solid choice.” Jamie nodded, crossing his arms as he listened.

“Asking me my favourite book is just cruel. I have too many.” El laughed. “For sentimental reasons I’d probably say The Hobbit, because my mum used to read that to me at bedtime when I was a kid. I don’t know how many times I asked her to read it for me, she probably knew it by heart eventually.”

Jamie laughed.

“I always loved that book too. Me best friend growing up - it was her favourite.”

El pressed her lips into a thin smile, nodding, closing her laptop. “It’s a good one, that’s for sure. And what about you?”

“Book would probably be The Beautiful and the Damned. Ted gave all of us a different book early on in his coaching. We all thought he was an absolute wanker but each book related to us in some way - he really was brilliant after all.”

“I’ll have to read it, then. Somehow it’s one of the ones I’ve never got around to.”

“You can borrow mine? Here.” Jamie grabbed his backpack and unzipped it, rummaging around until he pulled out well-worn book.

“You keep it with you?” El asked softly, smiling. Jamie flushed.

“It’s a reminder, I guess.”

El bit her lip and took the book that he offered to her. Their fingers brushed and she felt a zip of electricity from his touch and she cleared her throat. “Movie?”

“Oh, yeah.” Jamie said, running his hand through his hair. “Also a cheesy one but I like The Holiday.”

“Always a great rom-com Christmas movie choice.” El grinned.

“Yeah, it’s me mum’s favourite. I used to get so mad that she’d want to watch it every year, but now we watch it together every Christmas that I’m home.” Jamie laughed, his smile growing fond at the mention of his mother.

“You two are very close, huh?”

Jamie nodded. “I owe everything to her, y’know? She got me into football, but she never cared about the success, the fame. She just wants me to be happy. Every good thing in me is from her. I don’t know what I’d do without her.”

El nodded, a tight smile on her face. She swallowed heavily.

“Um, y’know, I’d better be off.” She said abruptly, standing up and grabbing her things haphazardly. “You can show yourself out yeah?”

Not waiting for a reply, she strode out her office, blinking against the burning in her eyes. She heard Jamie call out to her but she kept walking. She felt like she barely breathed until she walked in the front door of her home, and dropped her bag and keys on the floor. Her throat and eyes ached, and she finally let herself cry.

“Get a fucking grip.” She thought to herself as she sat heavily on the stairs, burying her face in her hands and taking a few deep breaths.

Hearing a soft knock at the front door, she yanked her head up in surprise. She hadn’t ordered anything online whilst drinking wine on her own in a while, so who the hell was that?

Brushing her tears away as best she could, she opened the door without looking through the peephole.

Jamie was frowning with concern, still in his kit, as he stood on her threshold.

“Jamie?” She asked quietly.

“I’m sorry, I just wanted to see if you were okay. I thought… I thought we were having a great chat and you suddenly left.”

El’s eyes softened, and she gestured for him to come in. A look of surprise crossed his face but he followed her inside. The blonde led him into her living room, and he cast a quick look around and saw how homey the space was. Artwork and photos lined the walls, and plush cushions scattered the couch, with a big basket of blankets next to it. A gorgeous fireplace was in the corner of the room, and an overflowing bookshelf was next to the TV cabinet.

“I’m sorry.” El said softly, as she sat down on the couch, and Jamie joined her, sitting a little ways from her as he watched her struggle with her words.

El looked down at her hands. “My… my mum died, Jamie.”

The footballer’s heart plummeted, and on instinct he moved closer to her.

“I’d just turned eighteen. She’d had cancer for about a year, and eventually there was nothing the doctors could do anymore. My mum was the one who loved rugby - well she loved all sports really. I used to be so mad that I couldn’t watch cartoons when sport was on the telly, but I guess somewhere along the way I learned to love it, too.” El smiled sadly. “She was so excited that I was applying to uni for sports strategy. I found out I got into Cambridge three weeks after she died.”

Jamie’s heart squeezed and he reached out to hold her hand. His warmth comforted her, and she blinked against a few more tears.

“I’m usually okay, you know? It’s not like I don’t miss her, of course I do - but when I heard you talk about your mum, a-about how close you are and how much you adore her I just-“ She broke off, shaking her head.

“I’m so sorry.” Jamie breathed, giving her hand a squeeze. “I shouldn’t have-“

“No… no.” El interrupted, shaking her head. “I want you to talk about her. I don’t want you to think you can’t share with me because I’ve gone through this. It just, well I guess it sometimes just hits me out of nowhere.”

“I would be surprised if it didn’t. I can’t believe you had to go through that. I’m sorry you did.”

El smiled at him.

“Thank you for saying that.” She murmured, and suddenly realised how close he was. She could clearly see the grey-green colour of his eyes, and smell his cologne.

Laughing softly, she gave his hand a squeeze before letting go, sitting back to cross her legs on the couch.

“I guess I broke my rule huh?”

Jamie frowned at her, still feeling the loss of her warm, small hand in his.

“You’re in my house.” She grinned, and he laughed, leaning back on the couch.

“I’ve never been very good at being patient.” He joked, and El laughed. She suddenly sat up straight.

“Shit.”

“What?”

El groaned. “I forgot, I need to make cookies for Liam’s birthday.”

“Who, laughing Liam?” Jamie asked, shocked.

“Just because he has an annoying laugh doesn’t mean he doesn’t deserve cookies.” El snorted, getting up and walking to the kitchen. Jamie followed her and leant against the counter as she pulled out ingredients from her pantry.

“Ah, so you’re that type of person that makes cookies for people’s birthday, eh?”

El shrugged. “He likes chocolate chip. I thought it would be easier than trying to figure out a gift to give him.”

Jamie smiled, and rolled up his sleeves.

“What can I do?”

“Well, first you can get us a drink.”

Notes:

Aaand the ball is rolling! Slowly, but surely :) I really felt that after Jamie's past and working so much on himself that he would be fine/prefer taking his time to get to know someone properly before diving into a relationship - so that's what I really wanted to portray here. Let me know what you think so far! And as always, thank you for being here <3 Jess xx (You can find me on AO3 and Wattpad under the same username - feelgoodfantasies)

[stoplight-scrapbook]

Hels is very fanon and made up because the only canon entry we have is Helsknight as in mirror version of Welsknight. But as one might expect the evil/reverse character concept is hella fun so people latched onto it. You don't need to know a lot about it besides it's based on two ideas helsians (or often helsmits aka hels hermits) are either opposite to or exaggerated versions of the characters we know.

There's a very cool amazing delectable au that is called Hels To Pay and it's made by two people who I can't tag, but it's multiple entry Tango centric fic series From Eden that is also has cool fanart based on the idea "what if Tango we know is from Hels". It's so good, it introduced me properly to the idea. If you have time/interest I definitely recommend start reading it (it's also has ranchers that's how I found it lmao).

Anyway I'm no better than everyone else and I always liked doppelganger episodes and episodes where a character meets their darker side so I have been chewing on the idea for a while sorry for a ramble I am just very excited to introduce you to the concept.

Ooh yeah I've seen fanart tagged with the AU around before. I didn't know there was an actual source fic. I've bookmarked it so it can keep me awake later lmao. evil/mirrorverse concepts can be quite fun.

what season was helsknight s8? I've seen fanart about him and I vaguely know about evil xisuma (which is a different thing i know but people draw them together anyway), and he was in s8 at least.

RAMBLING IS FINE I appreciate excitedness 🧡 (also I saw the hels!joel art with the muzzle and was like 'oh hey, I am playing with that concept too' because I've distracted myself with a rimworld crossover)

[lurking-latinist]

I am sure everyone has been biting their nails waiting to find out what the next Hornblower fic premise that I’ll never write is. It is below the cut.

Retribution fix-it, obviously. Nobody is dying and if anybody tries to confess to anything and sacrifice himself (I don’t trust Hornblower not to pull this stunt either) the other two will sit on his head until he stops being silly.

So the lieutenants all stick to their story and as far as the court-martial can tell there’s not a pin to choose among them. Hammond argues that in that case they should hang the lot but Pellew is pulling every string in the British Empire to save their necks, and he has a lot of strings. The compromise they come to eventually is that they will all of them be stripped of rank and dismissed the service. (I don’t know if this is historical. I haven’t done any research at all. That’s why I’m not actually writing it.)

So our boys (and Buckland I guess; I wonder just how many times Buckland’s name has been followed up with “I guess”? Anyway he goes off and does his own thing) are cast adrift, metaphorically, they are on land, that’s the problem, in Kingston. There will be opportunities for fun (for the reader) and chaos (for the characters) if they are drifting around penniless for a bit; I imagine Hornblower’s one remunerative land-based skill, which is card-playing, takes him to rather less posh surroundings than in Portsmouth.

But anyways obviously they are still sailors and they eventually find a short-handed privateer that will take them no questions asked under the names of Smith, Jones, and Robinson. Only to find a few days out of port that she is less of what you might call a privateer and more of what you might call a pirate, and her captain is a drunken murderous tyrant… During a particularly horrible moment Bush sees Hornblower and Kennedy exchange one of their telepathic glances, realizes he too knows what they’re thinking, and thinks, when did this become my life?

With practice and without Buckland, and with a captain none of them had any respect for in the first place, they’re a lot quicker. If they have a reputation as desperate men now they might as well use it. So they explain to the pirate captain very softly, very politely—well, Kennedy’s very polite; Hornblower’s blunter, and the headlock Bush has the pirate in would definitely not be accepted in any drawing-room—that they are the Renown mutineers, they find they don’t like how he runs his ship, and if he doesn’t care to accept their advice he is welcome to find out what happened to their last captain.

(They don’t really mean to kill him in cold blood. Probably. But he thinks they do. Hornblower will be miserable about this ambiguity later—more so, weirdly, than the big ones like “we are technically also pirates now.” The loss of identity he has suffered through loss of his rank and position in the Royal Navy has not even begun to reach the surface of his labyrinthine subconscious. If you were wondering, Bush is just straightforwardly sad and angry about it and Kennedy is mostly worried about the practical aspects, i.e. what are they actually gonna do.)

They don’t kill him and he does agree to their terms. But very soon they take a small French prize and he tells the three of them, you take her, take a small crew and she’s yours, just get off MY ship, and they take some of the more decent-minded and/or ex-Navy sailors who were amenable to their attempted reforms, and they do, and now they have their own ship. They probably pick one of themselves to be officially in command but they are really a triumvirate and everyone knows it. And they work really, really well together.

I wish I could make them go properly ideologically rogue but I am afraid they will still mainly want to harass the French. (Hornblower is despite his own repeated assertions chock full of revolutionary sympathies but they’re not democratic, they’re aristocratic-republican, and he was born 150 years too late to be an English aristocratic republican.) But it’s a start.

As I said this is probably deeply unhistorical in some way and anyhow I am not actually writing it. But it brings me pleasure.

[ryuichirou]

Replies

Also shorter ones today… mostly related to our previous replies and posts!

Anonymous asked:

After seeing Eel Floyd with Riddle

AND THOSE BITE MARKS 👀👀👀👀

I gotta know -

Did Floyd slip and slide in Riddle?

Or

Also

Did Riddle magically goldfish form and the two had merman sex???

Honestly I wasn’t thinking about Riddle also becoming a merman, but they absolutely have to have merman sex at some point, otherwise it just isn’t fair (to me) lol

And to answer your first question, yes, there might have been some slipping and sliding in Riddle involved~

Anonymous asked:

re: the gaslighting Jade ask. I randomly stumbled on your blog from other ones, and I literally blocked you because shroudcest triggers me. Ultimately, we are responsible for our own safety. As long as it’s properly marked for (which yours clearly is since I blocked you the second I made a tumblr), really all we can do is filter the things that hurt us out.

(im agreeing with you btw. draw what you want i cant stop you. just feel like i in particular make a point worth mentioning from seeing that. you can answer this or not bc obviously i probably wont see it anyway)

Anon! Whether you see this reply or not, thank you very much for writing this despite having us blocked lol

You really are making a good point, and I am glad that you are taking care of yourself and avoiding uncomfortable stuff. I really encourage it. Thank you for understanding and for approaching this issue with respect.

Have a good day.

Anonymous asked:

Gaslighting IS Jade’s love language. Also mushrooms.

Facts, Anon <3 He doesn’t waste his gaslighting and mushrooms on those he doesn’t find entertaining love!

Anonymous asked:

Honestly I can totally see Cater as the kind of guy that now and then buys a random manga just because the cover looks aesthetically pleasing, although if they are BL they are probably more oriented towards shonen-ai than explicit content. But also he wouldn't really read them because he finds the stories and characters a bit ridiculous (is he a bitter anti-romantic? or maybe his sisters used to collect shojo manga and he associates the love story genre with them?). I bet when he had roommates he had fun leaving one of his manga lying around, just to see people's reaction and go "aw, shoot, you saw it? that's sooo embarassing..." or something like that

To be honest, I can see that too. Cater seems like someone who isn’t all that into anime and manga, but is aware of it enough to recognise that the cover is pretty and that there is something gay inside (he might figure out the latter thing later as he looks inside the book lol). His sisters really could be into it though, so I can see him having certain associations.

lol Cater’s roommates “finding” his manga though… Don’t act so coy, Cater 😭

Anonymous asked:

Goddammit! Idia, you cannot escape me for long, one way or another, your chest will be licked! *shakes fist at the sky*

I love how this is turning into a Looney Tunes cartoon…

Anonymous asked:

Idia doesn’t have nipples. He accidentally shaved them off. Tragic 😔 L in the chat for his nipples.

Damn. I’m afraid I have bad news for the previous Anon.

Anonymous asked:

Do you have any HCs for Neige and/or Chenya?

We do have HCs about Neige/Vil and Chenya/Riddle (1,2)!

Anonymous asked:

It is I, 🐩 anon,

So I got a friend into twst and tell me why her favorite character is goddamn Crowley? I'm currently trying to convert her to Divus supremacy. Enough about this. Let me ask my silly little question.

Is there anything about TWST's story plot that you dislike or wished it was worked on more? Or character you wish were more fleshed out? 

Your friend has quite the taste… She is probably a genius of sorts 😔🙏

I feel like I was pretty vocal about it, so I am sorry for talking about it again, but I really didn’t enjoy how Ch2 was handled and Leona in general, to be honest. I wrote a post about my grievances a whole year ago, but my stance didn’t really change. We’ve rewatched the majority of the main story since then, and I thought that maybe with fresh minds and fresh eyes we would enjoy Leona at least to some degree, but unfortunately it didn’t really help. The events don’t really help either…

There might be some other things, but this is the one I think about every time when we talk about the flaws of TWST writing.

Anonymous asked:

what is your notp?

A bunch of Leona ships come to mind, i.e. Leona/Malleus, Leona/Vil, Leona/Idia 🤔 But also a bunch of Trey ships, like Trey/Jade or Rook/Trey…

Anonymous asked:

if you had to go on a date with one of the twst boys who are you picking? i'm picking idia

Idia is a great option, Anon; he would be so uncomfortable and awkward, getting nervous about the smallest inconveniences and whispering “thank god” every time you don’t force him to do something… I would pick him to, but my second option would be Jamil. I think he’s pretty chill.

Katsu would've picked Jade because of course, this is the best pick.

Anonymous asked:

any old fandoms that you feel out of love with?

Can’t think of any, Anon… I feel like we never fall completely out of love with anything, just move on, but there is always an opportunity that we’ll come back at some point. Things like Homestuck are still on our minds constantly lol

There are some titles that we kind of started watching, but then stopped because it wasn’t fully out yet, and since then we kind of lost interest for this thing. And with some of these titles it’s very unlikely that we’ll ever go back, but it’s never 1000% impossible. But then again, it’s not like we loved these titles…

Anonymous asked:

Funfact: The crowley that crowley is named after used to perform sex based magic with men

Damn I hope this is what our Crowley also does. This is his dark secret that is very poorly hidden

Anonymous asked:

I think Riddle would be a really good teacher's pet

Oh he would <3 He is a teacher’s pet.

Ironically, I feel like this makes him a bit boring for Crewel…although it depends…🤔

Anonymous asked:

What is a ship you rarely draw but you love

I don’t draw any of them enough, I love them all! Waaaaah :(

I feel like I don’t draw Sebek/Silver nearly enough for how much we love them, Rook/Epel is also a rare one but we love it, Sebek/Idia could use more love, anything with Jamil too…

Anonymous asked:

Please share with us a full list of the preference of the TWST boys? Top or bottom? I typed up a list for you to use!

Anon, we have a list in our pinned post! But since you’ve typed up a list, I’ll go through the list again :) We also have a post in which we explain our reasoning for each choice, so you can read it too if you’re interested.

Oh! And if you meant some other types of preferences, please let me know. In that case though, we have a list of the boys’ kinks, which isn’t the same thing, but pretty close; so you can read this one too if you want <3

Riddle – bottom

Ace – top

Deuce – bottom

Trey – top

Cater – top

Leona – bottom

Ruggie – top

Jack  - top

Azul – top

Floyd – top

Jade – top

Kalim – top

Jamil – bottom

Vil – bottom

Rook – top

Epel – bottom

Idia – bottom

Ortho  – top

Malleus– bottom

Sebek  – top

Lilia  – top

Silver– bottom

[critterfloozy]

WIP Wednesday - Delilah and Deirta

I told myself I was going to try to do WIP wednesdays for Critter Gen Week, but, uh. Things happened. Anyway, Critter Gen Week starts in four days! You've still got time to draw, write some meta, or write some fic!

The days are as follows:

7 July: Time/Dimension Travel 8 July: Class Swap 9 July: Cross Campaign 10 July: Mourning/Grief 11 July: Food/Cooking 12 July: Storytelling 13 July: Free Day

I'll be posting the first chapter of this fic, still untitled - wondering what if Delilah Briarwood (Archmage of Antiquity who would have had at least some knowledge of Kryn culture and practices) pursued consecution as a possible cure for Silas. The Kryn think they've got a chance of converting them and getting spies. Both groups trying to manipulate the other - what could possibly go wrong?

(imagine in the hall of the mountain king playing in the background)

785 PD.

Delilah Briarwood first arrived in Rosohna as a newly minted member of the Cerberus Assembly with little fanfare. Archmage of Antiquity was neither a role with potential trade implications like the Archmage of Industry or Diplomatic Union, nor to be watched the way the Archmages of Civil Influence, Dysology, or Domestic Protection. There was always the chance that some Luxon historical artifact might be found within Dwendalian space, but barring the unearthing of some new great fallen city in the next few short decades, Deirta had little hope.

Still, respect must be paid, if only to keep the other Western wizards in line. And thus, a grand tour for the little mage.

Deirta, as a point of fact, thought little of most wizards. She’d fought wizards, a near millennium ago, and still remembered all the ways to get around their little tricks. She recognized Da’leth as a dangerous and pretentious fool of the old sort, and could only hope that his bizarre machinations brought him down sooner rather than later. In the meantime, he was a pretentious fool with an army, and they were aiming for peace.

The newest archmage looked painfully young, wide eyes taking in the Lucid Bastion and a precision in her step that seemed artfully designed to hide any sort of nervousness. Everything looked to be exactly put into place, just so, standing as if her spine had been put into a vise.

Perhaps one day she’ll learn that the best way to show power is to appear to relinquish some of that control. Or rather, to make it seem effortless, just so. Perhaps she wouldn’t.

“Is Leylas Kryn a title, also? Or an honorary name?” Archmage Briarwood asked.

“How do you mean?”

“Forgive me for being blunt - but while I realize that I am new, and young by your standards, we do have recorded history. I made a point of studying all of them, and have found most- if not all - mention that the ruler’s name is Leylas Kryn. She is a drow in the most recent accounts, but the first encounters between our Empire and yours mention a tiefling.” She smiled. “We may be short lived, but we do jot such things down.”

Archmage Briarwood looked smug behind her polite facade, as if she had caught the Kryn out on some sort of grand lie. She had no idea that she’d just revealed her complete ignorance to the entire group. How little they had to fear from Dwendalian spies, if they did not even know the secrets of consecution?

Part of Deirta pitied her, maybe. Or maybe it was to gloat. Or maybe it was that the Umavi Mirimm was in hospice and not around to stop her. In any case, she said, plainly. “Leylas Kryn has undergone the right of consecution and has been reborn.”

“Ah, how interesting! It’s always a pleasure to learn about other people’s beliefs!” Archmage Briarwood said, though her fellow Archmage and diplomats shot her quelling looks. Perhaps she had not been properly briefed. Deirta focused more on the others, who seemed more worth her time. She’d done her part to be polite to the ignorant condescending mayfly.

In that moment, Briarwood showed no more interest in prolonging life. But she had been so young at that time, and youth always confers the illusion of immortality. Deirta shouldn’t have expected her to stay dismissive.

[mar64ds]

Okay! I have been thinking about toons, I thought I could share something about my mickey toontown story, but I don’t really like calling it the ‘toontown au’ anymore. The original name and the one I’ll call it from now on is and was ‘New Mouse in Town’. The thing is, I’m extremely busy with many projects, from OC stuff, to the sam&max ‘fangame’, to just overall short random drawing ideas that I need to immediately draw. Right now I’m not really motivated to build a huge story with this, but it is an idea I like to imagine from time to time, like as if it was a show I would make and I would just steal all the characters from disney. So, I do HAVE the structure of the pilot written, some dialogue too, and I thought why not, let’s share it! It’s still a draft so of course it doesn’t feel complete, but to give you an overall idea of an introduction, as well as some changes.

Enjoy!

“We are introduced to Mickey, who needs no introduction. This version of him, he hasn’t met any of his friends yet, so he is a bit of a newbie. He is overly positive and pretty corny, like how he is in the Paul Rudish shorts, but probably a bit less, because I’m not funny enough to capture that Mickey.

Mickey talks to the taxi driver, the turtle from the Oswald cancelled show, and talks about how he is moving to Toontown, a wonderful town full of toons, including celebrities like Bugs Bunny. We give a bit of a hint towards his past, implying that he might not have been happy before but this town will finally be his chance to make friends.

Mickey arrives in town and he interacts with a couple of well-known characters, like Roger Rabbit, Kermit the frog, [include any well known cartoon or puppet character]

After that montage of cameos, Mickey decides to sing a song, but is immediately stopped by a toon, Oswald. Oswald tells him what the hell he thinks he’s doing, Mickey is confused and tries to sing again but Oswald tries to stop him and tell him he can’t do that here. Other toons tell Oswald that as long as it isn’t a big song or anything that it can’t be too bad and that Oswald is a grouch anyway. This makes Oswald mad so he just shut ups and leaves. Mickey starts to sing and oh no it IS a big song. In one part of his musical number, he sings that his name is Mickey Mouse and that caughts Oswald’s attention, but then Mickey is immediately interrupted by three cogs, they hand him a musical number fee, Mickey is confused, the three cogs look at each other in silence and they tell him to come with them to ask him a few questions, but Mickey obviously rans away. The cogs follow him and Oswald does so too at a distance.

Chase sequence, a lot of visual jokes are meant to be placed on this scene, too bad we can’t see them on a written script, too good i don't have to come up with them right now. In this sequence we are introduced to Mickey’s well known friends, but without really introducing them properly yet, just a way to let the audience know what’s coming. When Mickey rans away he sees that a girl has lost her scarf and while he rans away he also runs after the scarf, because Mickey is just way too nice like that. He bumps into Daisy and apologizes so much that Daisy finds it amusing and sweet, when he rans away and the cogs ask her if she has seen a mouse running away she directs them to the wrong direction. He sees a hungry dog (Pluto) and quickly buys him a hot dog, which later makes Pluto bites the cogs. Goofy is lost and looking for directions and Mickey stops and gives him the right direction, which later makes Goofy give the cogs a purposely wrong direction as to where Mickey went. Mickey quickly gets in a bus and bumps into Donald who looks really depressed, so Mickey gives him a short but very nice and sweet conversation before he gets out of the bus. Mickey finally gets the girl’s scarf and surprise surprise it was Minnie’s, who was chasing for it too. He gives it to her and they have a cute moment, Minnie leaves and Mickey is so distracted that he immediately gets caught by the cogs lol

Mickey is finally captured and sent to a court where he is judged by multiple cogs. They ask him questions and Mickey doesn’t really know how to reply, the Cogs threaten with ‘taking his heart’ and Mickey is horrified and confused. Then Oswald shows up and shouts that he is just new in town. The Cogs are like ‘oooooh okay, yeah that was the second option’. The Cogs then explain how this town works now, they explain it through with a villain musical number too, but it's a bit off-key and ends very abruptly because most cogs don’t really like musicals lol which contrasts Mickey’s musical number at the beginning of the episode. It is explained that too much fun is prohibited, too much hope is prohibited, too many jokes are prohibited, toons need jobs and be mature and be more serious. That’s how things work and if he tries to do anything against that, there WILL be consequences.

This is a world where the cogs won against the toons not too long ago, they have taken over the town and toons have to follow rules or else they’d be punished. As mentioned before, cogs have found out that the hearts of toons is the source of their joy, hope and comedy, and taking it out would leave a toon empty and depressed, and not long after that there is a chance they could permanently die.

Now the question is, where does Mickey live, because the cogs were not informed of any new habitant. Mickey says that in toontown you can just move in and a house made for you will show up magically, but of course the cogs say that’s not how it works anymore, you need to pay for a house. Mickey CAN’T pay for that house. So he’s asked that whether he finds a solution or it’s better he leaves and go back to his old home

Mickey and Oswald get out of the building, Mickey looks around the town, the town he thought was going to be joyful and hopeful, and he starts to notice the misery all around it. He’s sad and sits down on a bus station. Oswald asks him what he’s going to do, Mickey says that he’s not sure. Oswald gives him a bunch of money to at least stay in a hotel, and advices that maybe he should just go back when he can. But Mickey tells him he really wants to be here, he wants to meet new people and he wants new people to meet him, he wants to call this place home. And whether the cogs are here or not, he wants to help, he wants to make people less miserable. Oswald is a bit surprised after hearing this, he asks Mickey that that’s nice but WHERE is he going to live. That stops Mickey for a second and he says he doesn’t know. Oswald takes a moment to think, and sighs, and tells Mickey he can live with him for a while. Mickey is shocked, he barely knows Oswald and Oswald doesn’t even seem to like him, but he’s overjoyed to hear this. The episode ends with Mickey and Oswald walking down the street, while everything seems sad and hopeless, there is a bit of spark coming from Oswald and Mickey’s banter. Maybe there is hope after all.”

[thatone777anon]

OOC//

I think its time I throw a face to the name "Z-777", or, "Chance.

Everything will be under the cut.

//Please note that his lore is not entirely complete yet. I will be adding to this as I go. Whether it's pictures of what he looks like or background lore. Why am I doing this? Because I can and I'm now like lowk invested in this sooo......YEAH hope y'all love this idiot as much as I have grown too over the past few...days?? Yeah something like that. Idk maybe at least once I manage to properly fleshout the lore on him later :3

BONK OKAY SO !!! Pictures/drawings first ‼️

Because he originates from pressure... Here is his official Roblox design! He does have more aspects to him, but hey, is what it is.

I then went on to make a gacha design for him, cuz yes. Gives me more of an idea of how I want him to actually, "properly", look before I actually drew him, I'll give more details on what the extra things on him are in a moment .

OKAY !! And here is his fully drawn design, plus when he was still going through the whole experiment effect things, because I wanted to draw angst. Cuz I can. ANYWAYS, Small lore time and how he got his name until I write more of it out :3

OK! SO! He's got a mix of Squid and Silverfish DNA

And you might be thinking:

"Wait, but Silverfish aren't habitats of the ocean?"

AHA! I KNOW!

See here's the thing: Based off the games pictures within a specific room type I actively cannot remember the name of, There are children's drawings.

I like to believe Urbanshade had a room for the children of employees who were not able to leave their kids alone. Obviously. Or couldnt find a sitter or sum idfk anyways

One day the kids came through and found their parent and had a massive ton of Silverfish

Employees snatched them up and put them into jars and rather than killing the Silverfish or just getting rid of them, they were given to the experimental scientists. This was requested by the higher ups of the employees who took them from the children. (Haven't yet figured out what department they were part of, will update it later when I do)

The higher ups of the experimental scientists decided that they were going to use the DNA of said insects. Basically deciding the following: "Hey, lets mix it with a human and a squid. See what happens." And they nabbed a prisoner and that prisoner, was Chance. Employees and gaurds nicknamed him 'Chance' because he tended to take a lot of risks. Whether it was trying to escape, or making money risks before he was thrown into prison for a currently undisclosed crime.

Him having this name, Also granted him his experiment name of "Z-777". :)

//I will update this as I progress his backstory, probably going to mark them as "Edit 1", "Edit 2", ect, Until further notice.