#believing in a strange child to uhh

[stuffgoestothesoupstore]

fuckin Bluestar or something

[thepenguinweeb]

orter,kaldo,rayne,Mash and lance x fem reader romantic platonic for the children

Headcanon and separate

Like the male characters meet their children from the future, the child suddenly appear out of nowhere and then meet the male characters and said that they are their child from the future and show a family picture to the character. (Too many 'and') Maybe after the child suddenly sent to their future the character Will meet fem reader. I JUST REALLY WANT TO SEE IT . It will be so sweet 😭 I hope you Will accept my request

(sorry lemon but I Will be selfish this time 💀)

Separate Headcanons :

[ ♡ Orter, Kaldo, Rayne, Mash, Lance x f!reader ]

[ ♡ Trough a strange meeting with their children from the future, they find out a few things. One of those things happens to be their future wife, whom they meet soon after the encounter. ]

[ ♡ Requested by: @fianur <3 ]

- The Desert Cane was never one to care about romance or kids

- So when a little kid who looked eerily similar to him showed up, he ignored it at first

- But then they ran up to him crying, hugging his leg and calling him 'papa'

- He wasn't keen on the idea, believing it was just a lost child, until they showed him a supposed family photo

- He was in disbelief, but now that he knew this child was technically his, he sighed and took care of them until they disappeared, just as mysteriously as they appeared

- Right after that, though, he saw a girl who caught his eye

- You were running trough the halls and passed him by while knocking into his shoulder

- He wanted to scold you for your recklessness until he recognized your appearance to be similar to the woman in the family photos

- He stared after you for a while, making plans to get closer to you soon

- Kaldo was surprised to see three children chasing each other in his dorm room, looking like a mix of him and someone else

- Despite how ruthless he could be at times, he didn't find it in himself to be angry at them

- He tried to be polite and wanted to help them as he thought they were lost, but found himself to be wrong when they called him 'dad'

- Once he was shown a family photo, he was more than happy to take care of the kids

- And, he was very interested to know who the woman in the photo was

- To his luck, after the children were gone again, he found you in the halls with your friends

- He watched from a distance with a smile on his face

- He already knew how he was gonna get you for himself

- Rayne didn't expect to be babysitting that day

- But his heart didn't let him leave a small child alone

- The fact they looked strangely similar to him didn't bother him in the slightest

- But then he noticed them clutching a photo in their hand and when asking to see it, he was surprised to see an older version of himself in the photo

- He felt an even bigger need to take care of and protect the kid until they were gone again

- Then he found out you were one of Finn's friends, and quickly recognized you from the photo

- He was a bit embarrased to be asking his little brother about you so much, but he wanted to know as many things about you as he could so that one day he could ask you out

- "uhh, Mash.. why are you holding a baby?"

- That was Finn's first reaction to his roommate walking into their dorm while holding a small child in his hands

- He didn't really explain himself, just set the kid down on his bed and took care of them all day

- He didn't tell Finn about the family photo he saw in the kid's hands, or the fact they called him 'papa' for a reason

- After the child disappeared, he thought it was over

- But while walking to his class, he felt a tap on his shoulder and turned to see you

- It took him a bit, but when he recognized you, he froze up completely

- He stuttered and stumbled over his own words, leaving you entirely confused

- You were just asking for directions..

- Let's be honest, when he saw a blue-haired kid in his dorm, he first thought it was his sister and was both surprised and excited

- But he quickly realized it wasn't upon coming face-to-face with the angry kid who was demanding to see their mom

- "Daaaaad! Where's mom?"

- ...now that was weird

- It was the family picture the irritated child showed him that made him realize

- He isn't great with kids, so it was a struggle to try and take care of them

- It got even worse when Dot came back to the dormroom

- The two of them only made the child angrier, but it didn't take long for them to suddenly disappear, just as they had appeared

- But Lance noticed they left behind the family picture

- "Hey.. I know her!"

- Upon closer inspection, and with Dot's help, he managed to figure out who you were

- Turns out, you were in Dot's Magic Mathematics class

- Once the redhead figured out what Lance was planning with you, he only huffed

- "Man, she's so cute, too.."

A/N : Woo, another request done! This is also my first headcanons post and my first multi-character writing on this blog! I hope you can enjoy this :)

Divider by @/cafekitsune, tyy <3

[vyainide]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤso smile the heavens upon this holy act ㅤㅤ＼ㅤpraise be the forgiving, the just heaven and its gatekeeper.ㅤㅤ𖥟

伏黒甚爾၇⃪⃖ꪆ୧ㅤ𝒇. toji x gn! readerㅤ 𓊉 ㅤ~1800𝗐𝖼.ㅤ─── nsfw, drabble, no plot, far too much religious imagery, oral (m! recieving), not beta'd, is this blasphemy? feels like it, reader has long enough hair for a ponytail kinda⠀᭮ ━─⠀ ❤︎ ㅤ2024©vyainide ㅤㅤㅤ︶ིྀᩧㅤ1864lib

vyon's mouthpiece. uhh, a tag for my wife @sugojosgf who was the reason why this came to me in the first place, and the post that struck a whore string in me; this started as a quick oral drabble and derailed; less about sex and more about the metaphor... like it often is with me

Religion is a fool's coping mechanism, his very last attempt at a good, a very true life— that's where Toji stands with God; he's no space in his life for an all encompassing devotion to a man that he'll never see until he dies. He doesn't care, even when the frantically religious admonish him and cite lines upon lines upon lines of a welcoming god who will forgive all so long as he is welcomed. Toji thinks a god who would forgive him is a bastard and so he rejects it all. Damns it all the way to their measly hell.

The idea of a god may be lost on him, but heaven, sure as hell, is not.

If a man like Toji tells you that he's seen heaven, you'll think him a messenger of a cult. You'll laugh when Toji claims not to have only seen heaven, but touched it— ran the dirty hand of a murderer over the gates of paradise and felt the ichor metal quiver under the weight of sin and rust with blood painted over its intricate lines, pressed the tongue that's lavished on animal carcasses indiscriminately over the salt of fountains until the marble wore away unstable. He could speak with the fervour of a man searching for forgiveness, speak to the desperate and the strange, get a suit and try to become a little more presentable, and still no one would believe him.

But Toji knows. And so does God, if he exists.

And Jesus, if God did exist, Toji pities him. He pities the great Zeus who'll never find the syllables of his name on your tongue when he gets to feel that same mouth of yours on his aching dick whenever he wants. Heaven is real, Toji maintains, and it begins in your mouth.

You're far too good to him, in an all–forgiving way that he's heard only God is capable of. He comes home at some time in the night, his soul tangled and his muscles all pulled taut with his hand still fisted around a gun that he no longer holds— he searches through the apartment for something that might help him forget, and instead, he finds the curious human shape of euphoria.

It takes you no more than a glance over the poor excuse of his posture to realise what he needs.

There's no foreplay to getting you on your knees— it's quick, easy. The flip of a switch, a light turned off, a body dropping to the floor. A bullet that leaves the gun, a child blessed underneath water long enough to learn death.

Toji feels like a dog you've pavloved; bright eyes peeking up through lashes up at him, an innocence rounded on the fat of your cheeks, hands anointing his thighs— over his pants, too faint it is, your touch. You drag your hands slowly up and down, sweeping away dust and dirt unseen— it's sweet sin enough for him to feel a twitch in anticipation. Toji tucks his hand down into his pants.

He feels your gaze gathering on the bulge of his hands as it turns over, cupping both dick and balls before he wraps the hand around the base, jerking over the length lazily. He's intent on the view for just a moment. Toji's all filth, his teeth catching the smirk off of his bottom lip. His other hand reaches out, his thumb blessing over your lips, tugging down from your cupid's bow to your bottom lip and watching your mouth obediently part open, then he starts at the corner of your lips and draws across— stopping halfway and finishes the mocking denial by pushing the pad of a calloused thumb down onto your tongue.

He'll never get over it, he'll think of it in death— turn away God who might seek refuge in favour of you. "So," he breathes before he even knows it, the air of the word so hot and so true, "so fuckin' pretty." His voice grounds out into a growl— not unheard of with Toji, the only truth he's known is decorated violence. His thumb turns over your mouth, catching enough spit to pull it down over your lips. "Look at ya, always so eager— so good." His voice levels into an even coo, head tilting and the haunting of a smirk turned over his lips.

He smears it around your lips, the shine that fills in your pout a shade of blue with how the sky was bleeding into your apartment's living room, the shadow of god's weeping at Toji's misdirected idolising. Shifting his lap forward, the man finally pulls his cock out of his pants and before he lets you do what you do best, he settles back and pulls up his shirt enough to let you see the trail of hair from his belly button. You shift closer, your chest pressed against the edge of the chair and then you're straightening up. Communion and blood are the kisses you lay over the trail, from his belly button down.

Your lips wrap around the weeping tip, licking up the first drops of pre and in return, Toji offers his first prayer. A soft hiss and his hands tightening around the leather of the armchair, calling out fuck; he finds stability elsewhere, his hands never straying close enough to mess with your carefully curated tempo, crushing the armrests with his fists. He claws desperately away from the burning light of heaven.

The horrible man he is— he stares at you with the intent of branding the image into every fucking nerve that's got to do with his seeing; the beauty of heaven is never lost on sinners, who cry and beg for a do–over, who wish desperately to even trace their hands over the gate and wash their feet in the clouds even at the risk of being burned. So, unlikely it is, that Toji'll ever forget this picture.

Tears wet your eyes, rolling down your cheeks and slipping into the mess of slobber and spit at your chin as you struggle to accommodate an evil like Toji. Your hand picks up your slack at the base, playfully turning up and down as you come back up for air, turning your hand up so that you can drag your spit downwards.

Your eyes drink in the sight, scrutinising every careful jerk of his hips, his jaw locked tightly shut, the vein that crawls up from his neck. How his lips part and he struggled through a gasp when you parted your lips and gave him entry once more. "Shi— shit, fuck, so fuckin' good."

His hands hold over the sides of your head, he pushes the hair out of your face first and finds stray Atlas rumbling around in his strength, holding still heaven and forcing his way in. His hips stutter upwards as your hand wrapped around his calf, jaw slacking open as best you could to make it an easier process.

His groaning turns into stuttered beats, turns into dazed panting; hands loosen up around your head when he feel your throat protesting the forced entry, fingers wrap around your hair, fixing it into a makeshift ponytail with shorter hairs spilling out messily. When you bring your head back up for air, he uses the leverage to push you back down.

There is it— he thinks, some sick satisfaction turning over in him, scratching out against his bones. The glare and the anger that you level up at him, the look that he'd think God would have for men like him. "C'mon," lips turned up into a sardonic smirk, "you started this so do it properly, yeah?"

One day, you'll see the warning lights that are flashing you, the loud siren that blares over the serene and the calm, the darkening of clouds and thunder that'll rumble the very foundations of your being. One day, you'll turn away Toji if you know what's good for you. His skin pricks in morbid anticipation for the day.

He coos, "don't pout. Pretty mouth like yours should be too busy to pout." Your glare softens and he’s reminded of how truly fallible you are, how concepts like God and heaven are. But your pout ceases and you enrapture him with a mouthpiece of small death, and god— what else is this but heaven? The pleasure of being taken in without complaint, finding warmth and feed without having to struggle and barter for it, the perfection that should come with no mistakes, remarkably far from human capacity, only for gods to have, for the good and the saints.

And here it is. The human desire and want disguised with its noblesse oblige, taking care of its servants. “There you go,” his tone hangs on a lilting tease, the smirk on his face practically palpable as a hand of yours moves upwards to massage his balls. When he starts thrusting into your inviting mouth, feeling the scrape of your teeth against his skin, the threat that comes with it only spurns him on more. Toji fixes his feet into the floor, balancing his weight back with a hand on the chair and straightens himself up so he could punctuate each thrust with a lingering bruise.

Let there be damage ensued, let God see who He’ll have to forgive.

He’s deaf to your gags, spit bubbles past the lines of your lips. Desperation clings to his movement, haunts the shadow of his that’s struggling to catch up with his thrusts, Toji sees you press your thighs together, how tense your body is strung up— but that’s for later.

God sure is an unlucky bastard if he does exist. Lost the tongue of his greatness to Toji, only allowed sneak peaks through opened blinds when you’re so lost to pleasure that you make the mistake of calling out God; even as Toji’s brutally fucking your mouth with abandon, you still find a way to work your tongue over him. The tip of your nose huffs hot breaths on his navel when he sinks in a final time, a swear and more between his lips when his spine cracks over you. A large hand pressed against your head, his large frame curls over you as he cums.

“Shit,” a wrecked gasp leaves his mouth as he lets you go, finally giving you enough space to pull back and find air. He watches with rapt interest as you swallow before your mouth opens in an attack of coughs.

You stuff your face into his knee, body shaking and spitting out excess fluids. “Asshole.” He hears you call out brokenly.

It only makes him grin, snickering. He shifts himself, picking you up from the floor easily and settling you sideways onto his lap. “M’sorry,” he hummed, his voice achingly true and honest, “let me make it up t’you, yeah?” His dry lips pressed over your cheek, grabs your hair and sweeps it out of the way so he can lower his head and open his mouth over your neck.

You squirm, hands tightening into fists. You and Toji both know you don’t need any more encouragement, but he seems strangely intent on this act. So when his hand sneaks upwards under your shirt, you start begging until he’s satisfied.

He smacks his hand on your ass as he pulls up over his shoulder to carry you to bed. And by the time the sun rises, Toji can confidently brag that he knows what heaven tastes like.

[earl-grey-teacake]

The Jenson ask is hilarious! Now all I can imagine is Sky Sports telling Jenson to kidnap Logan again to get George and Alex on again. Meanwhile, Jenson, who has already kidnapped Logan again, rolls up like this is my new copresenter we don't need Danica Patrick anymore Logan has better thoughts on the race. Williams is on red alert trying to find their missing baby because James doesn't check his texts during races!

Oscar now attempts to escape McLaren every time he sees Logan on the Big Face Time (TV) because one miracle escape does not mean Logan will always be safe!

Oh I can totally see it!

Please enjoy this little thing I wrote. I am coping with Australia by writing and being in denial.❤️

Jenson is tired of Danica and decides if Sky Sports won’t give him a replacement, he’ll find one for himself. Logan is old enough to toddle around so he gets his own little space that he can play in when Jenson comes along and coaxes him outside.

Has Logan been given the whole “strange danger, don’t go off alone” talk by his parents? Yes, yes he has.

But Jenson isn’t a stranger so it’s okay and Jenson easily walks out with Logan in tow. After all, it’s not like he kidnapped him. Logan went off his own free will and with the promise of chocolate.

Jenson also shoots off a text to James saying:

Heads up!

Taking Logan for a bit. If you want him back, have Alex and George come to us. 1 interview.

You know where we're at.

James of course does not read it because he's busy being a team principal. In fact, the Williams staff are secretly running around trying to find Logan thinking he’s wandered off looking for his dads because “he knows better to wander off with strangers.” It isn’t until 15 minutes after that James is notified after Logan is confirmed to not be in the garage or hospitality. By then, Jenson has returned to where the rest of the Sky Sports team is with Logan in tow.

“Uhh, Jenson? “ One of the staff members spoke up, “We’re about to be on air soon.”

“I know! This is Logan. He’s my co-presenter for today.” Logan waved at the crew, who smiled and waved back.

"Did you ask to take him?" Nico smiled and waved back. "The last time you did this, Williams thought you kidnapped him."

"Logan wanted to follow me on his own." Jenson scoffed. "Isn't that right?"

Logan, for his part, just cheered and offered up a piece of chocolate to Natalie, who happily took it.

"On his own, huh?"

"It'll be fine."

"Isn't Danica supposed to be-" Natalie said.

"Nope, Logan's is already here. Besides, this is preparing him for the future.

"You don't even know if he wants to be a driver?"

Jenson gasped at Nico's comment. "How could you say that?"

"Don't listen to him, Logan. You can become a Williams driver. I believe in you."

"That's not-"

"And we're live!"

********

Oscar's eyes widened at the sight of the TV. "Lo!"

Lando looked up, having finished interviews early and returning to his driver's room. "Oh, yeah that's Logan. Looks like he's with Jenson."

Oscar watched in horror as Lando returned back to looking at the data. "No! Lo! Lo!"

Lando looked up at his son's insistent eyes. "Hey, it's okay. We're meeting them for dinner soon."

Oscar, however, did not agree with this and instead started to stumble towards the door and pull on the handle. Lando, being taller and faster, immediately jumped up and put his hand on it.

Oscar proceeds to yank at the door handle and cry. Going as far as to try and shove Lando away. "Lo!"

*******

Alex and George were walking to find Sky Sports, especially Jenson, after receiving a screenshot of his message? Threat?

"I swear when I find him" George muttered. "How dare he kidnap my child? Logan knows better than to wander off with strangers."

"Jenson's not a stranger." Alex unhelpfully replied. "I'm sure he's fine. It's good for Logan to be around new people."

"What if he's hurt? Uncomfortable?"

"He's with Jenson. He wasn't kidnapped."

"That message read like a ransom note."

Logan was actually quite happy about participating in the interviews. He stayed silent when others were speaking and at the end, they would turn to him and ask if he had any questions to ask, to which he replied in mangled words and sounds. It didn't matter since everyone treated it as serious and the drivers even provided full answers.

"Yes, I agree with you Logan. Our strategy was obviously not the best. We will come back stronger next time."- Charles

"I agree, Logan. Hamilton definitely brake checked me. Thank you for seeing it my way. You would do great at Aston Martin." - Fernando

"Did Fernando say that? If the stewards haven't said anything, I wouldn't put too much weight on it, Logan"- Hamilton

"Oh, he's a natural." Jenson cooed as Logan received another cookie from Nico.

"Dada!" Logan cheerfully yelled out, his mouth covered with crumbs.

Alex looked almost amused at the scene but George seemed to be on the warpath. Careful not to let his collateral go, Jenson adjusted his hold on Logan. "Hey, George, Alex. Nice of you to stop by."

"Hello," Alex greeted. "And hello to you Logan. You seem to be having fun."

"Oh he is," Jenson cheerfully ignored George's stare. "He's such a good interviewer."

"Well thank you so much for joining us today, gentlemen."

"It's not like we had a choice," George muttered

For the entire five minutes, Logan watched as his dads were being interviewed on their performance on the track. Alex went along with the whole thing quite well. George, on the other hand, kept a neutral face but his eyes were firmly locked on Logan.

"Lo! Lo!" Oscar yelled out.

Logan looked up and smiled. "Osca! Osca!"

"How wonderful of you to join us Lando" Natalie greeted. "It's a reunion of the 2019 rookies."

Lando laughed. "It wasn't my intention. Oscar saw Logan on TV and begged to go."

The walk back was fairly quiet with Logan knocked out from the amount of sugar and Oscar exhausted from the tantrum he threw earlier.

"I wonder if Jenson would babysit for us." Alex joked,

"Absolutely not," George said. "Logan is going to start associating Jenson with candy and cookies. Jenson will also take it as an open invitation to just kidnap him again."

"He had a lot of fun. I'm glad." Alex said, practically ignoring George.

"I'm glad he had fun. Oscar kicked me in the shin." Lando muttered, a bit peeved at how peacefully asleep Oscar was.

******

This has been sitting in my drafts for a long time. Sorry it took so long to get out. The Australian GP gave me the push i needed to complete this.

Thank you for sending me this ask! I loved answering it! 🥰

[lazyea]

SSR Yuri Senjougahara - Dorm Uniform

"...Смотри, какой берег отлогий, какое песчаное дно..." *

Summon: Hum-hum-hummm...Is this it?... Groooovy!!: [locked] Home idle: So strange~.. I'm trynna find a doorway~.. My eyes are staring at me~.. And they seem so unhappyyy~.. ** Home idle 2: *Giggle* What have I gotten myself into? Where am I?... What am I?... Home idle 3: So much dust around... So many ghosts... Do I belong here now?.. The void ate me... ** Home idle - login: New day, huh. Never thought I'll see the light again. How unfortunate... Home Idle - Grooovy: [locked] Home tap: Humm, huummm, humm... I don't remember how it goes next. Sorry... Home tap 2: Ace... Deuce... They seem, uh, fine? Those boys are so average... Good for them... Home tap 3: Grim... So troublesome... So noisy... Friend?.. Home tap 4: When I saw that mirror in the void, someone reached out to me... I don't know who it was, but that touch was so tender, yet firm, as if that person missed me for a long-long time... Home tap 5: *Sigh* I don't like to be touched. What do you want from me?...Ah, you're just checking on me... How sweet of you. Home tap - Grooovy: [Locked] *Aleksey Nikolayevich Tolstoy "Where the vines bend over the slough". That's my and Yuri's favourite poem. The poem is about dragonflies tempting a child to jump into the pit where, as they say, is nice and shallow, the child believes them and gets into the swamp where they get dragged dipper into the mud by crayfish. The words that Yuri says are the end of the published version of the poem and that's the end of the dragonflies' line about the cliff. It can be translated as "Look, how nice the shore is, how sandy the bottom is". It's a reference to Yuri's death in his world. ** These are lyrics of VOID by Melanie Martinez. The song perfectly describes Yuri when he just got to Twisted Wonderland.

Yuri's dorm uniform isn't really his dorm uniform, because he doesn't have it. Instead, this card shows how he got to this world. The water is here because in his last moments he leaped into the sea. He has the clothes that he had that day on him as well as his backpack, that I was too lazy to draw. Uhh, I guess, those clothes can be his dorm uniform??? Dunno. Anyways, I've tried new colouring style and this seems nice to me?? What do you think? Is it fine?

[ixzacc101]

Tell is more about her pls

Ok so‼️please know I'm dyslexic and I have horrible grammar!! 😞😞💔💔

How Bonita got into the show.

Bonita works for the Royals in my story called "Battle for the galaxy" . The royals are known as the "Valentine's" Bonita is their Fashion designer and works to design their uhh clothes? Well The queen had a child who was Amor

(This is her btw. She's a pretty princess :3c)

The queen didn't want to deal with taking care of a child so she made Bonita do it. Bonita had no idea how to be a mother, nor did she ever plan to be a mother. But Bonita tried her best to raise Amor in the best way possible. Bonita definitely wasn't the best mother, but she tried. When Amor was around 16. a strange object offered to take Amor to some place where she can be featured in a game show in space. And the idiotic queen said yes and told Bonita to tag along to make sure Amor doesn't die or anything.

(The strange object was Star chain of course. The host for battle for the galaxy.)

Things about Bonita

Bonita is of course very wealthy, and she usually uses that to her advantage to get her partners to stay. For example, Sylvia. Bonita told Sylvia that she would lose everything without her. If Sylvia didn't have her, She would have no life or meaning. So this made Sylvia stay with Bonita.

Bonita also spoils Sylvia with things whenever she's sad. She genuinely believes that money is the answer to everything.

That's all I have for now💔 And her lore is still a bit of a WIP, but I just wanted to Yap about her

[skylarmoon71]

Bumblebee (Transformers) Chapter 18

The second you got home you were grateful that your grandmother had other plans. 

For a seventy year old woman she was strangely active. You ran up the stairs to your room, jumping onto your bed. When you landed, you turned your head into the pillow. The minute you closed your eyes you could feel his hands running over your body.

You couldn’t believe it.

It wasn’t just the touch, but that look he wore. You couldn’t shake it. You didn’t want to either. You licked your lips, looking down at your thigh where his hand once lay.

“Bee…”

How do you act casual after something like that.

Neither of you ever really talked about what you were. With all that transpired it was hard to find a moment. It occurs to you that you never even got to have that date. Clutching the pillow, you groaned.

“Why the heck are you so cute!!”

You were frustrated.

“Stupid adorable jerk!!”

This guy was literally driving you up a wall.

You hear a knock at the door downstairs.

“I need the distraction.”

Maybe Sam and Mickeala want to hang out.

“I’m coming!”

You dart downstairs, moving to open the door. When you do, there’s a man standing there. He’s in his thirties. He’s shifting a bit nervously.

“Uhh, can I help you?”

“(Y/N), I apologize for turning up at your doorstep, but it seems there is a lot that I need to learn about the human body.”

You’re positive you have no idea who this stranger is, or why he’s talking like he’s a robot.

Wait a minute…

“Optimus?!”

He nods a bit sheepishly. You open the door, gesturing him inside.

“It appears my comrades thought it would be amusing dropping me off in the city to help me adjust to the transformation. I’ve lost them and I have no means to contact them."

He looks displeased and you can’t help but laugh. From what he’s saying they were all testing these transformations out for the first time and he got separated.

“I’m not sure how to use the watch, so I cannot change back.”

This is pretty funny.

You close the door, and Optimus takes a seat. He looks around.

“It is unnerving being this small.”

You’re trying to keep it together.

“I’m going to call Bumblebee. Then we can figure out how to use your watch, just don’t mess with it. I don’t want you shifting and destroying my house. My grandmother may actually have a heart attack.”

Optimus sulks.

“This is degrading, I am a soldier. A leader.”

“Yeah, well right now you’re a human. Enjoy the view.” He grumbles, and you search for your phone to call the cute autobot.

~~~

“Humans are so primitive. Why make a sport where chickens fight each other?”

You turn off the television.

“I agree with you there, some of them are like apes."

The soft knock on your door makes you very relieved. Because dealing with Optimus is like watching a child. One who could talk and constantly questions the creations that man has provided. You fling the door open.

“Bee you don’t know how good it is to see you.” He laughs a bit awkwardly, stepping inside.

“Sorry about Optimus. I’m surprised he used the watch.”

Optimus stands.

“I was trying to understand life from a human perspective. I hoped that it would get me closer, make me more personable. “

“Well it’s been fun, but I've had enough of human Optimus. I want robot Optimus back.”

“Are you implying that I was insufficient as a human?”

You give Bumblebee a look.

“Do something!”

He moves over and guides Optimus to the side to give him instructions on the watch. You just massage your eyes.

“I need to start getting paid for this.”

Literally.

[noagato]

SOOOOOO on a side account I dont gots access to anymore I posted a owl house oc close to a year now and figured I might as well revamp her

Info ab her under the cut plus her old refs, art i still have saved that are now noncanon to this oc and tidbits of writing I did (complete with the dogass writing I did back then)

NOW! THE NEW STUFF ABOUT HER!

Being the biological child to Luz and Hunter (Yeag i ship them lolz) I originally made her overtly/visually disabled but with the way I'm developing her story I want to make it a more,,, 'invisible' chronic illness- akin to my own lupus that also follows her thing of people just... not believing her/listening to her. Being a human-titan/grimwalker hybrid her body is FUCKED- an overactive bile sac and a barley functioning leg (Her palsman Manny (a hooded cobra) rests as a tattoo on her leg so she can walk with it 'normally'/ without a limp) are literally the least of her problems. I want to continue with the idea that she falls into uncanny valley- not quite witch not quite human- and also incorporate my own social ostracization I faced as a autistic girl bc I didnt start masking until mid middle school. A smile too sharp and wide, pupils too bright, a missing finger, etc. And that makes here have little friends. But orginally, she doesnt care! She has her few friends, her parents, her books, and her adoptive family! Live is good.

Shit kinda goes tits up for her when Ophelia (The adopted shapeshifting daughter of Amity and Willow) and Ricardo (A human from the Boiling Isles and human realm transfer program for interdementional unity), her two best friends, start to snub her and distance themselves as they go into their final year at Hexside. After confronting them, with them telling her that she just... doesnt fit in and they want to actually befriend others without their friendship with her threatening that (And a screaming match between Ophelia and her when Lunala brings up the fact that shes a shapeshifter, they arnt going to like her anyways if they think Lunala is strange), she crashes and she crashes HARD. Hunter and Luz are good parents usually but they both think that is just some teenage drama (I mean, look what they had to deal with around her age!) with Eda and Lilith also having no idea how to handle it. Collector has gotten more antsy around her as the years go on and she takes on more... Belos esc features and King is busy helping restore some of his peoples culture. So she essentially feels abandoned by everyone for something outside of her control. Nobody is listening to her, no one is hearing her. Nobody. Until a overheard conversation between Collector and Hunter- mentioning how her likeness to Belos (At least with the green and whatnot) is growing with every year- makes her realize that she isnt going to gain the love and approval she craves by just... being idle.

Enduring days of being isolated at Hexside- and aint that a kick in the teeth, her, the daughter of the Boiling Isles heros isolated- and further isolating herself from her family she finally finds a spell that could call a blood related spirit and decides to say fuck it. Belos is Not Fucking Amused what the shit. Lunala sees him as dense and slow witted, idiotic in the way he conducted his rule but with a small bit of sweet talk she found out where he kept his (true) journals. And thats where her thoughts of just... making everyone love her are planted. Make her so important to everyone, from their culture to the very air they breath, that as long as she may live- everyone will think of her. No one will abandon her again.

So yeah uhh what was just a lil trickster of a gal with no real personality turned into a story of obsession born from ostracization a need to be needed lololololol

OLD ART, HEADCANONS, AND IDEAS AHEAD! (May keep some stuff, may throw some stuff idk)

(Date posted- August 19 2024)

So! I think I should begin with just the fact that she is, for lack of a better term, a anomaly. Grimwalkers have never been recorded to reproduce- on top of her being a weird mixture of not really human and not really witch... Uncanny valley for both species yk?

Hunter and Luz were in their mid-20s when Luz got pregnant with Lunala,, which was a shock for both. More Hunter than Luz lmao she was cruising. At the time the two had just started up a cultural exchange of sorts with the human realm so on top of the stress of new baby... yeah it was a time.. Doesn't help that halfway through Luz's body was like- smth,, smth aint right and so while not on bedrest, she did have to tone down her activities and now, with medicine advancing, many theorize that the left over Titan magic in her is the only reason she survived.

Then out popped Lunala! Lil freak of a girl. Hunter cussed out the fact hes a clone bc bby girl gots her wack goofy ahh cousin(?)s blue eyes- Phillips last F u lol- the yellow from Mama only started coming out when she turned 4-ish. On top of that, she got the staple four digits with pawpads all Grimwalkers have and EXTREMELY horrible equilibrium and thermoregulating ability. She is bundled up 24/7 and cant walk without her cane. Messed up gal.

Due to the irregularities of magic during her formation her bile sac cannot filter magic properly- some days she'll be equal to a fully grown witch and others she'll be bedbound due to her own bile sac essentially leaking the excess out of her when a usual one would get rid of the "used up" magic via normal ways- another reason why she uses her cane. On top of this, the excess magic (if she hasn't used any in a while) starts to drip out of her mouth, being almost acidic. A fine line she has to walk between literally spewing acid and being poisoned by her own body. She survives tho! Also her teeth too big for her gotdamn mouth,, queen of braces

BUT OH HO HO. THIS DOES NOT STOP HER FROM BEING A LIL CREECHER. A GOOFBALL. A MENACE. She looks /TERRIFYING/ when happy/scheming but genuinely means well- taking her Mama's words to heart- "It becomes bullying when no one but yourself is having fun" and essentially tries to make others laugh/be in a good mood,, unfortunately a lot of people find her to be unnerving- only really finding a few good friends in Ophelia- Willow and Amity's adopted daughter-, King, Collector, and a school friend Ricardo- a human on the Boiling Isles via the cultural exchange program.

Outside of other's around her age, she gets along with her parents and family wonderfully! Lunala can be very quiet when she wants too and has found a particular gift for essentially reading people and being able to help them- magical therapist if you will. On top of exploring the human realm with her Auntie Vee (Who has become a cross country explorer and nature conservationist), she has a hell of a time helping her Dad practice for his games or his most recent pailsman carving, or helping her Mama document the entirety of the Boiling Isles or be a proof reader for her Mama's books. Fun stuff!

Her pailsman- Manny- is named after Luz's dad, after seeing pictures her Abuela left out. Manny and Lunala are two peas in a pod- with both being seen as unnerving. On top of that, Manny being a King Cobra gives a slight hint to Lunala's... less than spectacular anger. She doesn't get angry often but when she does her bile sac works overtime with the amount of adrenaline she gets from her anger, which, of course, leads to the acidic overspill and very... unsightly view.

As she gets older, and learns to control her anger more, she'll become a terrifying politician both in the Boiling Isles and in the human realm and hobbyist child psychologist.

(Date posted- Sept 1, 2024)

Its 4 am but im absolutely obsessed with the lore of my nextgen toh,,, mostly considering Luz and Hunter

You gots two heros of the Isles, both extremely powerful in their own right and both have made huge leaps and bounds in terms of human witch peace and culture sharing and other fields such as resourceful palsman wood harvesting and charting unexplored parts of the Titan- huge heros so ofc you think they're gonna be cool and so badass

But you meet them and theyre just,, some Lil Guys. Yeah theyre badass but Hunter hasn't left his lil creation zone in 2 days bc he's got a wonderful idea for a carving and Luz is right there beside him manically writing up a draft after shes been stuck in writing block for a week. Neither of them have spoken a word to each other.

Luz is a accredited bestselling author of fantasy and nonfantasy alike, being notable for exploring various new schools of magic and finding new plants to cultivate and protect,, shes one of the biggest supporters for others and is always there to perk someone up or give them a lending ear, even if theyre a stranger- but also shes running on three cups of coffee, has probably ingested ink, and still hisses at others.

Hunter is a phenomenal palsman carver and has been a massive help in finding other trees that are capable of being made into palsman, both ensuring longevity into both palsman and the original tree species theyre carved out of. He's also a killer Flyer Derby player and regularly kills the competition when he plays locally- he would be a reigning champion if he cared to actualy join a team. But also he still picks up any vaughly baby sized thing up with his mouth and has regular staring contests with Hooty. He has not won.

The two are a wonderful couple, being able to speak without saying anything, and are the reason the human and witch world mesh so well together.... but they are also just lil freaks. Lil guys. Impromptu musicals with 5 acts and a dramatic death or two is commonplace in their house and so is not talking to eachother for DAYS despite being in the same vicinity bc theyre hyperfocused on their separate things

Not even taking into the fact that their daughter gots ALL of their wackiness- Lunala had NO CHANCE,,

(Cute lil headcanon is that Luz can go for quick, productive bursts of manic energy/episodes, but she tires out quickly after getting something done, while Hunter can have a extended manic episode but get whatever hes hyperfocused on slower and sometimes gets out of his manic episode b4 he can finish it (Since I headcanon that Grimwalkers have generally less needs than say, the average human or witch. Two weeks for a human to starve, one to dehydrate could be a Grimwalkers month to starve, two to dehydrate to make an example),, usually Luz passing out snaps him out of his manic state and gets the two of them to bed,, or usually the couch bc he is NOT carrying her that far,, Lunala usually pips over and throws a blanket over the two if theyve passed out on the floor or the couch.)

Date Posted (again) September 1, 2024-

More!! Of them!! Mostly focusing on Luz & Hunters relationship/dynamic but also a tiny doodle of Lunala and Ophelia meeting! Soz that only two are colored ive been Tired (Also,, to ME Luz is jewish)

Ramblings ab them under the cut

Current day Luz and Hunter are in their late 40s but they had Lunala when they were in their 20s! Vvry much a surprise to the both of them lmao

Also Hunter 100% thought they were married since age like,,, 19,, buddy thought the matching earrings were also a human way of signifying marriage (It IS but the Boiling Isles still have a legal way to get legally married)

Also headcanon time- it took Hunter a long time to be comfortable wearing yellows and blues again, just for the fact he associated it so closely with Belos and being the Golden Guard,, now he wears primarily yellow again,,

And Luz has a litany of werid and wacky patterns she wears, even as she ages,, after having Lunala she mostly stuck to clothes Eda made her and her Good Witch Azura merch bc giving birth was hell and she Craves Comfort lol

Also also a bit of explanation for their white streaks- Luz got hers after the Belos fight, with the stress of the Titan transformation taking a toll on her while Hunters is from the trauma of experiencing Belos's mind AND the Belos fight,, having a kid also gives both of them grays

Me when the couple has a purple yellow color scheme and are their thematic parallels *cri cat*

Also Lunala met Ophelia in elementary when she lost her sensory toy, got overstimulated, and suck her fangs into the closest nice-looking person. Lunala was and still is a very bitey person lol,, Tiny Child Ophelia, being a shapeshifter and all, has absolutely no concept of pain so Lunala sinking her teeth into her arm got her a one way ticket "Youre my friend now :3",, Amity is less than amused and VERY worried bc infection lololol,, adult Ophelia still keeps the scars in her arm no matter what form she takes as a little affectionate reminder of her bff and how they met (Violence)

[cloud-somersault]

Hi, song rec anon here!

I'm so glad you liked the song! I'm also shocked that you didn't know it, I was pretty convinced that I was sending a dud haha. (uhh but just as a p.s. the link in the post doesn't send you to the song but a review of a bridgeton episode which I don't think was your intention lol)(Also, yes! The conference is going well :D! Thank you for asking!)

Apologies in advance for the long story, but you asked how I read the whole series so quickyl and it’s a funny story involving 2 things:

1. is what my friend describes as 'weaponized insecurity' 

2. Warrior Cats. 

Here’s the deal: I’m dyslexic and, as a kid, I thought I was a super slow reader because of said dyslexia. I am also hyper competitive so the fact I was slower than my classmates was a grievous insult to my pride that 6 year old me WOULDN'T stand for. 

With my mum’s help, I made a plan to train myself to read faster. We timed how long it took me to read books, calculated the time per page, repeat till quick yada ya

It started slow and I stayed committed but the hardest part was fining books that actualy interested me. Then that faithfull day came. I found a lil’ thing called the Warrior Cats. I took to those fucking books like an addict to crack with the DESPRATE need to know if the kitty-cat in a scandalous love affair has a happy ending or not. The rest is history.

So then we get to 17 year old me chilling and I mention to mum that I’m upset I’m such a slow reader and she is like "What the fuck are you talking about." and I’m like "yah:(( I’m such a slow reader:((( It's the dyslexia:((((."

I was then informed that I am not a slow reader but in fact the exact fucking opposite and I never WAS a slow reader. It turns out I was so butt-hurt at not being the best at something that child me gaslit myself into believing I was struggling horibly when in reality I was doing just fine.

So yah mum thought it was just me being a weird kid but figured not to question it as hey, kid may be a little strange but at least they aren't rotting their brain watching T.V. am I right?

So yah, that's how I got to the point where I can pretty comfortably read 150-200k words+ in a day. Weaponized insecurity, baby.

oh. 🧍‍♀️ well, i guess everyone knows I regularly watch reviews about popular tv shows to get different perspectives, learn what not to do, etc. in my writing. Bridgerton season 3 isn't my favorite and everyone knows that now but anyway, onto the rest of this ask LMFAO

glad your conference is going well!! And WARRIOR CATS of course. I know plenty of people who got their start into reading through those cats. Also this story is SUCH a mood. I feel like I gaslit myself into doing several things I didn't need to do when I was a kid. 😭😭

but the determination! the strength!! that training prepared you for this moment. Even large af fics are not intimidating, you've unlocked a wonderful power!

Thanks for your story!! I'm always curious to know how long it takes people to read through the series because I consider it to be too long, but! If people plow through it, that just means they like it, which is great to me 😌

[rerubenoving]

*knocks on ur window* *sniffles* so basically there was a hardcore media (rus pop mma org) fight in moscow a little while back between an armenian Osipyan and an iranian Heibati,

who's married to a rus woman btw, and before a fight he kicked, lightly, a ring girl on the ass. then he lost the fight on a technical knockout, then during the post-match in-ring drama roundup he said that the girl's a whore and disrespects his culture with her revealing clothing (he's muslim). he also attempted to punch Osipyan in the head from the back after losing the fight. then he recorded an apology vid with the girl where he used turns of phrase like, wait ill look it up uuuhhh, 'i was riled up', 'i was emotional', 'i respect female gender', 'i got hit in the head a lot', 'i respect women'. masculine/feminine emotionality horseshoe. anyways, he's expelled from the org for life and his pay is supposed to go to the girl. actually some other fighter said she'll get a half at best cuz the owners are stingy fucks. there is also a vid by another fighter who says Heibati is a solid guy and only villifying himself for hype. anyways, there's a surprise third party involved - dagestan fighter Nabiyev (current champ). at some point before the fight Osipyan posted a trashtalk insta story where uh. he's walking on the street and goes 'oops stepped in shit' and the camera pans to Nabiyev photo he's standing on, then he asks for a tissue and the cameraman is like 'i got toilet paper' and its more pics of Nabiyev if u can believe it. then Osipyan says words. terrible acting but he's got a nice wrinkle in his eyes when he smiles ig. he said it was shot in response to some other vid by Nabiyev, i haven't seen that one though. they've been beefing for a while afaict. uhh. so for some reason Nabiyev is at the fight. during aforementioned post-fight chat he is also in the cage. oh i remembered another thing about Heibati lemme edit it in. ok done. so Nabiyev attacks Osipyan. immediately like four of his friends jump into the cage and start beating Osipyan. then after the shoot, still at the arena, Osipyan is attacked again by a crowd, at some point Nabiyev makes a vid where he is sitting on top of the cage smiling and Osipyan is getting shit kicked out of him below. Osipyan was reportedly taken to intensive care afterwards. Nabiyev is now also expelled and debelted buut some believe not for long. there's a vid he made that sounds very 'child with an instinctive grasp on lying and manipulation prior to conscience development'. so far everything i watched related to this microcosm is ipad baby type content dross. fascinating in culture, roleplay, and strange people. i should watch one of their two hour panels. as far as media coverage goes, some outlets can't tell apart a guy with a beard and a guy without a beard and report it's Heibati who got assaulted. i can relate though. the youtuber breaking down the story does ads for crypto and knives. nationalistic/islamophobic sentiments throughout quite a few rus reports as u can imagine. hardcore pop mma group is well-known to be trashy and mainly promotes fighters from muslim regions. wanna see fight vids? kinda mid and i cant b arsed finding Nabiyev one. meh. ass tap and first fight (third vid from smth different) main event ok done with this shit

[mauannacreates]

Flufftober Day 12: Fire and ice

Hi, for those who have seen my other stories, thanks so much for reading them so far. So here's my prompt for the 12th of October. These prompts are made by @flufftober. And the characters that belong to this story belongs to me, @mauannacreates. I really enjoyed making this story, and I personally love the banter in this. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this.

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So, the weirdest thing has happened today. So, today, we met this jellyfish pal, Marielle. And apparently she says that Tynan and I are more important than what we would originally think. Even if I am already the heir of Lanz district, this random jellyfish says that I’m more special than that.

“Yes Lainy, i know it’s a bit hard to believe an’ all. But we’re supposed to be the Spirit fighters.” Marielle pauses, before she looks away from me. “At least, it is until those new clams shows up.”

But now, we’re sitting at a campfire after some time after exiting Aeromount Ridge with Marielle. And the weirdest thing about all this, which even though we have set up a campfire, Marielle has to be sitting with a big rectangular bucket. This cannot possibly get any weirder than this.

“Uhh, Marielle.”

“Yep Ty?” He’s glimpsing away. I have seen Tynan long before this girl. But he glances towards the lower lining of her dress, and the strange, big bucket that's on her feet.

“Why…" And he's just shaking his head. Trust me, I am wondering the same thing. "What’s in the bucket?” He says, and her smile just inches that bit wider.

“Oh, why it’s cool salty water of course!” And she gave the biggest grin I had ever seen. “The one you’d get from the sea!” Tynan glances back at me with his eyes scanning around me. He has to agree, this jellyfish that we somehow stumbled into almost seems otherworldly.

“And… why would you have a bucket filled with water?” I say, letting a smirk drip through my mouth. “You know, you can always ice it up. Make it a bit more… Icy for your taste.” I drawl the last bit out and she seems to be looking at me…? I don’t know. But she is definitely facing me.

“Lainy, no. I will not do that.”

I gave a laugh “Why not?”

“Because, when you put ice and salt together… It burns a lot more than this fire. Maybe as much, but…" And her mouth tenses as if she has eaten the most sourest lemon there ever is on Lanz. "No. I will not do that.” And as much as I could try to stop myself from laughing (which means I didn't even try) I start to wheeze by how much my sides are hurting. She has to have the best reaction to this salt and ice analogy ever! But sharp claws starts to grip tight on my head as he starts pulling on my hair.

“Tynan…!” I try to scrabble my arms towards the bird who flaps his wings off of me and sits on the side of the log.

“Don’t pick on Marielle.” He says. Does he have to insist it like I'm a little kid? I let out a long breath.

“Ok dad.” And his head swishes towards me as I gave a smirk.

“Dad?” Tynan says.

“Yes.” I reply, and he goes and looks away towards the warm fire, before he glimpses back towards me. And... Why is he looking at me with a strangely satisfied smirk...?

“Well… Does that mean I can call you mum?” And then I lean back. His beak twitches at his low drawl. He has got to be kidding me.

“No!” I say, but with a sudden splash... Oh, no. From her hands clasping together to her big pink rounded skirt bobbling. I bet her eyes would be sparkling with how wide her smile is. And she gives a chuckle.

“Oooh! And does that mean that I’m the child here?” God, Marielle, please do not encourage him. And he stares towards me. No, Tynan... Don't...!

“Yes.” Tynan! “In that sense, it would be.”

“Yaaay~!” And she starts twirling inside the bucket.

Oh for fucks sake, what have I started…? There were laughs between them. And I swear, if there was a burrow nearby I’d probably bury myself to the ground right at this point.

“Naww… Lainy, don’t worry.” my fur spikes up as I jerk towards Marielle, and she had a small smile striking her face. “I will never take your spot away.” I inch back. A spot...? What is she on about...?

“What spot?” I say as slow as I could, as Marielle's smile... Oh, no. Have I fallen into her trap again...!?

“That you can be the tall child and I can be the incredibly short but cute and awesome mum.”

“No…! Marielle, no! Stop!” But she was laughing as if there were a choir of mermaids singing here. And it is hard. My face has to be heating up! I want to lift my feet up and march away from both of them. Even with Tynan reserved slyness in this is not helping! That is, until he clears his throat.

“Ok Marielle, maybe we should calm down a bit.” Tynan finally says, “Elaine’s a bit…”

“Ooh, yeah.” Why is she saying it as if she knows everything? “I know, I know.” What does she know…? But her small smile curving across her face… “She’s nervous.” Ok at least she’s not silly to know that- “About me.” I jump up from my seat and point at her.

“No!” and Marielle gives a chuckle.

“Lainy, It’s ok to admit that. I know I‘m a bit much, as much as I'm an adorable little bundle of stuff and fluff, and you’re a guard and a princess with a lot of responsibility.” And Marielle's smile spreads across her face as the birds starts to chirp within the meadows. “I respect that.”

“I am not exactly a guard, but…” I do get the sword skills she probably has seen me using... And I couldn’t help but smile back. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.” The forest chirps quietly, as Tynan glances between us, then he lets out a yawn.

“Hmm… Maybe we should go to sleep now. We don’t want to distract anyone else.”

“Yeah.” I reply, turning towards Marielle. "We should."

If you guys are interested in looking into some of the other prompts that I have done from the previous months, check it out here:

[mayvora]

OHHH OKAY OKAY

sooo I won't be saying much today cause it's late for me buuut I'll tell you the general info and I can talk about it tomorrow more if you want!! (tomorrow in my time ig? when I sleep lol. it's uh 22 right now. 10 pm? is that how you say it?)

This au takes place in my own little world that has its own magic system!! It's also based in the uhh 14-15 century inspired world. So. Old stuff old weapons. it is scar-centered, told mostly from his pov but I consider the other 7 important characters as main characters too!!

So, the cast of eight. Scar, Martyn, Ren, Jimmy, Joel, Etho, Lizzie and Grian (who carries the name Xelqua for lore reason / because of course I was obsessed with watcher lore 2 years ago and now it just holds too much lore weight to change it)

This 8 dummies form a war group. A revolution group. Also a family but they'll never admit it. They own have their little stories that I can talk forever about BUT BASICALLY it's a found family where every member was a lost dog and then got adopted into the revolution. What they are fighting for? Oh, well...

So, in this world there are... sides you can say? The borders between those sides are very unclear and can be crossed easily, to be honest. In simple words, there are magical creatures of many kinds (the ones that are being hunted for just existing), the humans (who are mostly neutral but each person can choose to trust/support one of the sides) and the Inquisition (the official villains you can say!! they hunt creatures. most of them are humans, but sometimes creatures join them too. for many reasons. some are forced into it. some want power. some just want to survive.)

And the revolutions goal is to protect creatures from Inquisition!! And, hopefully, destroy it one day, but that... honestly, feels like a dream that cannot be true. they're just 8 creatures against the incredibly politically powerful organisation...

...or, shall I say, 7 creatures and one human?

Because yes. The Scar himself is just a simple person. Just a boy who believes in magic. Just a boy who loves fairy tails and wishes to meet the "Codfather" from the myths and...

And. A boy who meets the Ocean Queen. The boy who helps save the Codfather. The boy who joined the revolution against what holds no power over him. Just because his heart believes that fighting alongside his new creature friends is a right thing.

And, well, Scar always chooses with his heart.

HONESTLY I HAVE SO MUCH TO TELL I'm just very tired from a job and a little bit bad with words lol

I have thought about characters way too much... About their feeling... Their backstories... What they think about each other... What they desire...

I'll give a very short note about each and one of them and then I'll go to shleeeps hehe

Scar!! Scar is a human. A very simple dude. Ever since being a silly little child he is obsessed with myths and legends about magic and magical creatures and has not stopped hyper fixating on them for the whole 20-something years of his life. He joines the revolution because he believes that creatures are cool and must be kept alive!! And the story is mostly about him learning everyone's backstories and . You know. Understanding them. Becoming one of them in spirit.

Martyn - my favourite and my most hated dude in this au. I cannot stop obsessing. He is a weirdo. He is a strange creature. Something never seen before. He is a Star and no one knows what that means. He takes form of who's dear to him and has features of some the other revolution members. He is the "lore guy" cause he talks so much about legends of the past and basically explains everything to Scar. And is his mentor both in magic-world-knowledge and in fighting. Has a very strange story cause HE KNOWS that he HAS a past and it's important but he cannot remember what he once was. Only remembers the flickers of his past knowledge.

Jimmy - THE SILLLYYYYYY has been in this group since the very start of it but left for aaaa century I believe? is a river spirit. lived on the river near Scars home village for this century = has legends surrounding him. Is actually just a silly fish dude with a tragic love story. And Scars friend. :3.

Lizzie - ohhh my Queen my Empress. Is an ocean spirit and was once and empress of the land under the endless immortal waters of the world ocean... but quit her "job" because she felt that she is so much more than a marrionette of the royals behind her throne. felt that this is not her purpose. has an insanely high intuition and it is said that she has a strong connection with a time itself although it is not specified if it's true. But she did feel that meeting Scar was not an accident and hella was right the queen it was NOT it was predict- too much looooore uuppppssiess

Joel - the youngest. Little beast. A werewolf. A problem AND a solution. Is incredibly a Workaholic and incredibly a Problem. Grew up with this group. Was with them since he was a shmooooool puppy. Believes that the revolutions beliefs are the absolute truth. Will do anything for the revolution. Is badly in love with Lizzie but she is very confused on how she should act cause uhhh she is like 3 centuries and a something older than him maybe not now Joelll. Love him 10/10 has the most fucked up future ever whooopsies lore again who said that.

Etho - the silent guy. A kitsune who is SO OUT OF PLACE. A conflict on the legs. But conflict is inside of him and it is like a storm it is so loud that everyone can hear it. Does not belong here but yet he is here. Feels like he is not on his place but they took him when no one would and Etho feels that he owes them too much to just leave them. Love the guy even if he almost never appears. Night guard dude.

Ren - MY GIYYYY MY DUDEEEEE MY TRAUM oh wait that's it's own story!! Also a werewolf, the best most positive guy EVER. cares about everyone because NO ONE CARES ABOUT THEMSELVES. mama chicken. Is the soul of the group, a soul dancing with the fire if you ask me. Dancing and singing its sparkly song that warms up the hearts of other. Is so sad inside I cry for him.

Grian - a leader. a bird cursed with a mark of Fate. Don't get me started. He and Martyn are the dudes who are so cursed with being loved too much by lore. Is by far the most depressed one. Every part of his talking and moving has some reasons in them because I'm so obsessed. The one who started this revolution and the one everyone is looking up to. I wonder what is in his heart. His heart hidden behind millions of chaines and guards. Huh. I wonder what he hides. In this heart of his. That he hides so much.

Anyways !! This is like. Just scratching the surface. Juuust basic stuff. Lol. Hope you like it!

i want to engage more with the hermitcraft/empires/life series/lizzie cinematic universe fandom but I'm unsure how to start 👉👈 if you've got an au or something you wanna talk about please hit up my dms i am so hungry for fandom content

[arcsin27]

Reviewing all the stories in junji ito maniac because I can, fuck you :)

The strange hikizuri siblings - uhh okay. Not scary nothing even happened. Okay a guy was a jealous simp, little kids are just like that, some guy threw up bread dough ig, then a ghost stared at everyone for a while and dipped the end

The story of the mysterious tunnel - Jesus Christ that was pretty spooky what the hell. Lost my marbles when he assumed the drop was water, and the kid in the ceiling fucked me up with her voice (dub) and screams

Ice cream bus - im never eating ice cream again. Jokingly compared the driver to William afton fnaf in the beginning but he was somehow worse. The dad pushing the kid away jumpscared me, then horrified me, and I needed a break from the show

Hanging balloon - so absurd it was kinda funny. The nonlinear storytelling added a bit if spook as I slowly realized who was at the window but idk the concept was just funny to me. Also I was so happy someone finally showed up to a horror plot strapped until I saw the result. Sorry random Chad with a crossbow, wish you coulda helped…

Four x four walls - thought something horrific would happen outside and he wouldn’t hear it but it didn’t, thought soichi was famous for being scary but he wasnt, I think this was like a comic relief in episode form. No spook, kinda funny

The sandman’s lair - *laughs nervously* what the fuck. No clue what happened, why would you tape yourselves like that, let me see his dream form damnit, the nature of humanity is we reinvent homestuck etc

Intruder - these kids are based tbh. Balls of steel, don’t blame the redhead, just move on with their lives

Long hair in the attic - also based, i had wondered where her head had gone but i shoulda known by the title, that grinding sound pissed me off tho

Mold - thank. God. It was in black and white. I choose to believe its dust. Also idc about culture or taboo if your floor is coated in inches of ropes and pools of mold just wear your damn shoes. Jesus Christ

Library vision - this one felt like it was calling out all of my anxieties about losing the things and memories precious to me. Also 10/10 Sean chiplock that final recital of hell of thorns was incredible and spooky. Also what the fuck was the ending

Tomb town - im never driving again. Also just call the cops surely you get a reduced sentence for actually reporting the crime. Other than that not scary lol

Layers of terror - im never picking my skin again. god ALMIGHTY why did i bear witness to this. Fuck that mom bro she sucks. I was thinking about how the proportions of human anatomy change as you age and how a toddler with such short limbs and a thick torso could fit inside an adult but uh… then they answered my question. And then it got worse. Funnily enough the 2yo looked like a monster id design

The thing that drifted ashore - was this supposed to be scary…? Oh boy they turned into fish people and promptly fucked off good for them ig

Tomie • photo - wow what bitches lmfao. Idk why she has a face growing out of her scalp hut I didn’t need to see the removal process. Or how botched the removal process was. Based that the photographer just fuckin moved on. “Damnit the blood ruined my pictures :/“ incredible.

Unendurable labyrinth - probably woulda been scarier if they were lost for longer but to me it looked like they took five steps, found the brother, seven steps, “aaaah we’re lost,” two steps, “theyre looking at me!” then suddenly the mummies have eyes, fade to black. Cool

The bully - I was sooo ready for retribution, then I got reconciliation and got even happier, then it turned into child abuse and I wanted to kill a bitch

Alley - pfft idk if its based that she killed those kids or not but it was extra based that they got revenge on her lmao shoulda brought a ladder bro

Headless statue - Jesus fuck that’s gross. Stop it. Also smash the statues again it worked brilliantly earlier. Or maybe jump out a window idk

Whispering woman - mega based. The nervous girl gains support and confidence, the attendant is freed from her abusive friend, the abusive friend gets violently killed, its just wins all around

Soichi’s beloved pet - once again a comic relief episode but tbh it was pretty funny, soichi was a lot less hateable this time too!

[tiresomeimagination]

The Better to Love You With (John Doe x Reader)

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: Abduction, mentions of stalking, and general yandere behavior.

Author’s Note: I don’t usually write AU stuff, but John Doe is pretty versatile, so here’s a sort of Little Red Riding Hood-esque AU. It’s fairly vague when it comes to those details though, so it could also just be read as general supernatural fantasy.

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Oh no. No no no. This couldn’t be happening. You’ve walked the path through the forest to and from your grandmother’s cottage tons of times. You knew the way like the back of your hand. You couldn’t seriously be lost, could you? As you glance around the area and find all the trees to look the same…your heart sinks with the realization that you are indeed lost. You had to hurry and retrace your steps. It was already approaching night and it wouldn’t be too long before the sun disappeared completely behind the horizon and it became too dark to see the way back. It wasn’t like you to get lost. Sure, these woods could be a terrible maze for the inexperienced, but you were better than that. You weren’t sure what had gotten into you. It was almost like something had guided you off the trail without you noticing. Of course, that was rubbish.

The folks from town always liked to tell stories about the forest, or more accurately, about what supposedly lived inside the forest. Most were the usual tale intended to scare curious children into obedience. “Never wander too far off the path, lest the monsters get you.” You’ve never seen any monsters, though. You knew those were just silly superstitions for the young and gullible. You were no child, and you stopped believing in monsters a long time ago. At least… that’s what you told yourself. After all, not believing was easier than being afraid.

The howling wind and the crunching of leaves under your feet were all you could hear as you trudged back down in the direction you were pretty sure you had come from. You definitely didn’t hear the way twigs would snap occasionally nearby. You definitely didn’t see the way the growing shadows of dusk seemed to dance in the corners of your vision. And you definitely didn’t feel the sensation of someone watching you. Because…well, that would be irrational, right?

“Ugh, come on! I turned right at this tree for sure...or…was it the other way…?” You muttered under your breath as you tried to regain your bearings. It took everything you had not to panic. Things would be bad if you got stuck out here all night.

Suddenly you heard the telltale sound of footsteps. You turned towards the sound and froze in place, your body going rigid. In the shadows stood…something. Yellow eyes gazed at you from the darkness before the figure slowly stepped closer.

The figure stepped into the light, revealing itself to be a strange man of some sort. He had long and wild hair that seemed to move on its own, which you attributed to the wind. His clothes consisted of mismatched blacks, and he wasn't even wearing his cloak correctly. If you were to meet this fellow on the street, you probably would have assumed he was just some sad vagabond without access to a good bath. But here? Deep in the middle of the forest? Well, you were a little more on edge when he gave you a face-splitting smile.

"...Hello" He greeted simply.

You gulped nervously before responding. "Uhh…hello."

He moved a bit closer, looking you up and down. You felt a bit self-conscious under his gaze, wrapping your cloak a little tighter around yourself.

"What are you doing all the way out here?" He hummed, sounding genuinely curious.

You supposed the question was innocent enough given the circumstances. "Oh, well, I was bringing a basket of treats to my grandma today. She lives on the other side of this forest…But I seem to have gotten lost…" You admitted with a hint of embarrassment.

The man's smile grew impossibly wider at this news. "Oh. You know, it's not very safe for you to be out alone this time of night. There are a lot of weirdos around here."

As he said this, a chill ran up your spine. Yeah. You were pretty sure you were looking at one of those weirdos right now. There was something about him that was just…off, and yet your mind couldn't place what it was. Maybe it was the way he looked at you. You couldn’t tell if it was a predatory gaze or just a burning fascination. Either way, it was unnatural.

“I can bring you home if you want,” he offered.

You perked up at that. Maybe he wasn’t so bad. It wasn’t like you had a lot of other options. If he was willing to lead you back to town, you couldn’t afford to say no. “Ah…I wouldn’t want to be a bother, but…” you trailed off, looking away with a nervous smile.

“It’s no bother! I’d love to!” He exclaimed, stepping forward and taking your hand into his.

You looked up at him with surprise. His skin was surprisingly soft and warm. “Um, well, in that case, I would really appreciate the help,” you relented. You just needed to quit being paranoid. Sure he looked and acted a bit strange, but he was simply a Good Samaritan offering his help.

With that, the two of you set off in a new direction. His hand was still wrapped around yours, but you chose not to comment on it. It was probably easier to lead you that way in the dark.

“So…Do you live around here?” You asked, hoping a little conversation would lighten the mood.

“Yes! It’s not far from here.”

“You must know the forest pretty well then, huh?”

“Oh yes! I know pretty much every knot on every tree!” He boasted cheerfully.

You chuckled at his overenthusiasm. You were just glad that he knew his way around well enough to navigate his way back to town, in the dark no less. Except…It’s been several minutes of walking now, and you still didn’t recognize your surroundings. In fact, the woods only seemed to grow denser and darker the further you went.

“Um…Are you sure we’re going the right way?” You asked, glancing up at the stranger.

He looked over at you, his wide smile still firmly in place and a strange glint in his eyes. “Absolutely! It’s not much farther.” He insisted.

Okay…You were starting to feel a bit nervous again. It was probably fine! You just must have gotten more lost than you realized.

“You know…You’re really cute,” He stated, squeezing your hand slightly.

That made you bristle, not sure whether to be flattered or uncomfortable. You thanked him nonetheless. This was fine…

“You always carry that basket and skip your way back and forth through the wood without a care in the world! It’s so adorable!” He gushed, sounding like a schoolgirl discussing their crush.

That definitely got your attention. Had he been following you? How long was he watching you? You stopped walking and looked at his face. As if a spell of ignorance had been broken, you suddenly became acutely aware of every imperfection that seemed to scream that this was no ordinary man. His hair was just a little too lively, shifting like it had a mind of its own. His eyes were just a little too big, pupils dilating like an excited animal. And his smile? How did you not realize sooner that there were way too many teeth? His hands were like someone had tried and failed to replicate human anatomy. His nails were long and black, resembling claws, and the number of fingers was all wrong.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, tilting his head in confusion.

You yanked your hand out of his grasp, giving him a look with equal parts suspicion and fear. “What are you?”

“Huh? I’m a regular guy.”

“Then…then why are your eyes so big?” You asked in an accusatory manner, glaring at him with rising hostility.

His smile widened and his eyes crinkled. “The better to see you with.” He stated as if it was obvious.

“A-And…what about your hands?” You pressed.

“The better to hold you with~” He purred, stepping towards you.

You took a shaky step back, wanting to stay out of the creature’s reach. You weren’t sure who or what this creature was, but you knew that you had to get far away from it. With a deep breath, you turned and broke into a sprint. You did your best to weave around the trees and jump over the stray branches. You weren’t sure if he was following, but you had to keep moving. The forest seemed to twist and turn around you until you had no idea in what direction you were running. 

Finally, you came to a stop in a clearing. In the center was a large cabin with an irregular curving design. Where were you?

“Ah, there you are, love! I told you we were nearly there!” Came the creature’s voice as he silently crept up behind you and slid an arm around your waist. “Welcome home!”

“What?! This isn’t my home! You said you would help me get back to town!” You shrieked, looking fearfully into the creature’s yellow eyes.

He squeezed you tighter into his side, tilting his head with curiosity. “No, silly! I said I’d bring you home. You’ll like it here.”

This couldn’t be happening. You were too scared to pull away as the creature nuzzled his face against your shoulder.

“Oh, I almost forgot. I’m  ̸̧̨̥̰͙̗̱̮̙̖̹͇͛̈̇͂ͅ*̸͎́̆ ̸̠̟͉̥̭̣̔̌̾͝~̶̢͖͍̜̰̺̳͈͒͛̋̒͋̇̑͐̒͑̾̍̕͜͠ ̴̟̤͙͎̈́̈́͌̃̕͠*̵͔̦̒̃͛̀͒̌̈͌̅̕ ̵̡̼͙̪̙̠͙͌͗̊̈́̂͆̒ ̴̢̻̯̰̟͕͙͍̻͑̋͂̉̽͑̽͘ͅ ̵̡̢̧̖̜͈͓̱͈̩͓̜̩͒͑͐͋̎̌̾͑͜*̴̛̤̮̠̜̜̘̖̄̊̅̀̿͂̈̍͐̔͘͠ ̸̺̙̲̥̪̻͙͙̞̎͜͝ͅ~̷̠̥͇̤̦͍͕̟̾̓̒̽̈́͛̏̚ ̵̢̞̰̘̤̀̍́̓͌͆̒̄̍͜͠ͅ ̸̪̣̱̍*̵̗̰̬͔̟̺̻̫̭̍̊̾͒́͂͘ ̸̠̝̔̽̆͆̉̓̉̃̚ ̸̛̱̳̺͐̈́̂̒̀̃̓̑͒͝ͅ ̵̣̱͎̗̠̱̱͚̩̼̇̂͆͒ ̸͍̠͚̥̳͍͓̠̻͋̏̍͋́͜͝*̷̧̗̭͚̰͖̠̥̯͍̥̙̆̾̏̈͝ ̵̻̈́͒͊̾̈́̕ ̷̠̱̣͎̞̀ͅ ̸̧̺̟͙̟̟̟̗̟̽̿̒́̈́̆̀̇̓̿͌ ̴̡̡̨̧̛̮̙͉͈̻̳̩̦̰̎͜, but you can call me John Doe!

You’re going to be so happy with me!”

[writingfairyy]

The Crystal Heart

Gyomei x Chubby tall reader

PART ONE 

The long awaited Part 2 of Gyomei x reader is finally here enjoy this finally after months! and it finally has a titel :D Crystal heart

Warning: Mention of suicide, rejecting comfort, Angsty ish

As we walked back home we saw the other pillars just prepairing to head back to bed, as i held his hand i felt mine get numb my hand started to turn blue like a crystal, thank god my jacket/ kimono coverd my hands, it started at the tips of my fingers”My love whats wrong” He suddenly asked feeling my cold hand..”Oh dont worry im just cold”i lied.. we walked to our room, i took my jacket of and helped Gyomei with his.

my hands began to show crack at the tips..”Hey Gyo~ i’m going to take a dip in the hot springs..” i said walking to our private one..”Oh okay can i get a hug first” he asked like always..”Uhh maybe later im not feeling wel” i lied again i took of my clothes in the bathroom and grabed a towel, i wonder if Gyomei is sleeping right now.. i took a peek at gyomei sipping tea enjoying the sounds of the night. 

i closed my door and wraped the towel around my body, walking to the hot springs, “Love dont forget sleep”I told him kissing him on the cheek, “What a shame..i wanted to wait for you” he said sipping his tea.

“Oh..ill be really quick and then ill join you!”i said walking outside to the hot springs, i put the towel away and slowly enterd the water feeling the warmth of it but taking another look at my hands..

they were still cold, and still cracking, its blue to my knuckles now..and the cracking is even worse.. i took a look at my legs they were all blue like crystals? they have some cracks just like my hands... “Something is deffinetly wrong"

I hopped out the water and wraped a towel aorund my cold body, sliding the tatami door and closing it behind me.

Gyomei sat there. Still drinking his now cold tea. "Gyo ill dry meself and change. Then ill come cuddle with you." i said walking to our room sliding the door behind me. 

i took my towel off taking a look at my bod in the mirror... legs, cracking...arms cracking... between the cracks was something neon blue...really shiny.. kinda glowing. i dressed myself and took a closer look in the mirror.. *Crack* i saw and heard my face starting the crack and my eyes turned a neon blue.. “crap”i said under my breath, “love is something wrong youve been in there for a while now..” i heard Gyome say..I didnt dare to anything.. my lips..trembling and starting to crack aswel..”ye..a. i’m fine” i replied to gyomei, “Love im coming in..” he slid the door open ,thank god he coudnt see.. or els he would freak out  “is something wrong?” i said softly trying to hide the fear in my voice.

he didnt say anything and reached out for my hands to hold them “Love lets head to bed” Gyomei smiled trying to feel my hands. “sure love.. you know that i love you right..” i started crying.”ofcourse i know you love me and i love you..no matter what..”

i smiled and walked away to the door “Gyo..im gonna talk a walk outside okay..” i said sliding open the door “Love are you sure, should i come its late..” i started crying..”Yes...i’m sure” i said sliding the door behind me.. feeling the cold air hitting me skin the warmth in my body was completly gone... my hands stil felt numb.

i felt something strange in my body.. i walked torwards the forest something was calling me.. i started running to the forest.. the sound kept getting closer..and closer.. i soon heard a familiar voice.. “Mom?” i said running even faster. there was no way she was still alive.. or is it a illusion.. or a trick.. i stopped running when i saw a famiar figure.. she turned around.. coverd in blood.. blue neon eyes..” Oh my sweet child.. it’s been a while..”she said smiling.. i coudn’t believe it.. it was really her.. i looked closer and saw she coverd her lower body and arms

“Mom..?” i slowly walked into her direction. soon i felt someone put a towel on my mouth and nose. and everything turned dark.

[imagionary]

Guys,, my sister pointed out that Warren the Worm looks like the "Pesky Bee" that got killed by Duck Guy....

I wish I had a better picture of Warren, but my sister and I think that Warren is Intrusive Thoughts. There are a lot of, uhh, very bad implications that my sister and I picked up for poor Yellow Guy (having to do with unwanted.. realtions with people; being stuck in strange, cultish families being forced to be a parent that he doesn't want to be; etc...).. we're wondering if Warren is like Intrusive thoughts of an aborted child from a horrible situation that constantly haunts him?

Warren has the same eye color as Yellow Guy, which is green (shown later in Episode 6 of the All4 series). Warren also has purplish blue hair like the "Pesky Bee" has (which you can see once the maggot is smooshed;; I wish I had a better picture of Warren, because his hair pops out from under his hat at some point in the episode). Warren also has the same kind of Binky nose as Shrignold, except his is red like the "Pesky Bee". I also find it strange how Warren would have Rat Eyes when RatEyes is Yellow Guy's Maiden name apparently. I also find it interesting that Duck Guy would pull this Warren out of Yellow Guy's head and call him a "Pesky Bee". It's also interesting how Warren would want to call himself an Eagle when he's a worm... kinda like how Yellow called Shrignold a little baby pigeon.

It's all so weird, and there's things in the 3rd episode of the All4 series that make us think that the family has to do with the Cult of Malcom or something, since the members seem to be,, inbred to some degree; somewhat look like Michael; have strange cultish vibes to them; force Yellow Guy to be the mother (could be alluding to trauma of Warren? Idk.. cause, he's an unWarrented baby? UnWarrented thoughts?); they're bluish grey and green like Malcom;

There's some sort of cohesive thought floating around in our brains somewhere, but in short, our theory of the big picture is that Yellow Guy is dealing with trauma of having to have grown up in a cult that pretended to be his family, and pretended to love him, despite invalidating his transness, and trying to convince him that he's a woman (which could be why Special One looked so much like him, it could have been the Cult actually trying to make him believe he was a woman) ((we think he's trans because of the numerous times he's had a child or was forced to be in a female role, despite being a boy)); trying to force an unwanted pregnancy on him, which he aborted and feels guilt about; he fantasizes about having a normal life with a normal job and a wife and child who love him, which will never happen; etc, etc. Just a lot of jumbled thoughts.

Sorry if none of this makes sense, I just needed to ramble this out here omg;; I also need to watch the season 619 more times.

(((Another thing on how Warren could be Intrusive thoughts; we don't think Yellow Guy's imaginary brother is just imaginary. He didn't leave with the other imaginary friends of his when Warren was bothering them, and instead stayed. We think he's actually a memory that Yellow holds onto of his brother that ended his own life; Warren seems to make Yellow's feelings and memories turn into the worst things,, and it could make sense as to why his brother ended himself instead of leaving like the other imaginary friends,, the Intrusive thoughts made him think of what his brother did to leave him...

Also, his brother showed up as a real puppet in the end of the episode, which could also imply that he did exist at one point, but it's all our speculation)))