#doomed yuri that exists only in my head

[wyrmswears]

whatever. go my overcast

[celesionnn]

[pansy-picnics]

Want to go more in depth into my ulla/library fight interpretations without adding like 6 paragraphs onto the reblogs/replies of my last post GAHAHAHAA so um. Faq/some explanations here….

1. Varian stopping himself from calling her “mom”/“if i really am your mother”

i VERY briefly mentioned this in the tags, but basically, in my head, the main reason ulla possessed varian is because she wholeheartedly saw him as a complete stranger. I wanted her to be really malicious and manipulative here— But i want to vaguely reiterate the fact that i truly don’t think ulla would treat him this way had she known he was her son. She’s batshit crazy, being in complete isolation for 18 years in a completely separate reality where time barely exists and even 18 years have felt like thousands— she’s so desperate to leave she’s completely willing to take advantage of everyone else- but her own kid? her baby?

Varian was one of the main reasons she even WANTED to leave- she always loved him. I think she had a lot of complex things going on and idk that she was ready to be a mother when she had him, but she truly loved him and wanted to come back to him….but she Does Not Recognize him at all because. Well shes basically lost all sense of time and reality, she can’t possibly bear the thought that time had moved on without her in any way. She doesn’t really remember who she is or what she looks like, so she cant recognize him by looks either. NOT TO MENTION var is trans in my head, so basically its like a triple whammy because ulla is 100% sure she has a daughter who is at most a year old and she wants to get back to her and her family. and suddenly this random teenage boy is coming in like Hey so I’m your son. I’D TWEAK OUT TOO LIKE WHO ARE YOUUUU.

So yeah. Varian does not call her mom, although he really really wants to. It just feels too weird to do so when shes completely unfazed by it- it’s like calling out to someone you used to know and them not even recognizing you. It hurts, but you just have to push it aside cuz…rlly what else can you do?

2. Is she a villain

I rlly rlly did want to frame her as a villain here and she DEFINITELY IS ONE but i see her as a very sympathetic one. I like keeping up w the tts theme of most everyone being redeemable or sympathetic in some way,,, And i must admit i have one of my friends to thank for getting me as attached to ulla and don as i am— So i have a lotttt of thoughts abt them and all their doomed yuri. Ultimately ulla was never truly evil to me and i don’t think she means any ill intent towards varian. i think she does eventually recognize him, too— but it’s not actually until she sees donella.

I mean think abt it- babies only have so many defining features. I can guarantee you if i showed you a picture of an adult who you’re only vaguely seen as a baby once like 18 yrs ago you wouldn’t be able to recognize them as the same person. But donnie? of course she remembers her, just as clearly as she remembers her baby— the one difference is that donella has the same face ultimately, so ofc ulla recognizes her immediately. but shes…different. older, grayer, wrinkled and Changed. The same face, but clearly different. it rlly makes her realize just how long it’s been, that varian really is that same baby she left behind— and it all hits her like a truck

i think when it actually hits her ulla truly is terrified of the person she’s become. theres so much she wants to say to varian, to don, to everyone— So many questions she wants to ask, but she can’t bring herself to say much of any of it. But she finally just has to accept that,,, time has moved on— but she hasn’t been forgotten. i think thats something she always feared— being forgotten and leaving nothing behind. And,,, I think that’s one of varian’s biggest fears, too. Obviously shes still Not fully there in the head and shes kinda just had a complete swing from a manic state to a breakdown. And yeah she’s definitely not gonna be let off the hook for the fact that she was still willing to manipulate and possess even a complete stranger just to get out. But she and varian do have a heart to heart, she gets some closure with don….and they all do understand where shes coming from.

3. What about varian? does he just forgive her for the whole possession thing?

Absolutely Not. in fact i think it fucks w him so so bad. i think since he was a very young child, varian’s always built up this Idea of ulla in his head— this perfect maternal figure he never had growing up. He was even more excited to hear abt their shared interests, and he really really hoped that finding the library, finishing her work, etc, would give him some kind of catharsis and closure…perhaps, ideally even finding her again, wherever she was. But..that didn’t happen. He found her, of course, but she wasn’t that mother he had always wanted or needed. She had completely lost herself, didn’t even recognize him— and she was downright hostile towards him. He has so many mixed feelings about it all— disappointment, rage, some kind of grief, for both that image of her he had in her head and the potential that he never got to see. but i do think, with both his uncle and don + quirin he eventually learns more abt the person she was before— how similar they were, how much he could relate to her, how she truly was just,, human.

In fact, i think pre-library ulla was a lot like rapunzel— always a free spirit, always searching and yearning for something more. not completely ready to settle down, but she tried to anyways. Tried to go on one last trip before she finally settled,, and then everything went wrong, and she ended up hurting the people she loved most. I think w how close varian is to rapunzel, how much he understands her— that resonates w him a LOT.

All in all, i think as he matures, varian is eventually able to come to terms with it for what it is. No, she wasn’t the mother he wanted or needed— and she did things he could never, and never will, forgive her for. but he still empathizes with her and hopes that, in another life, she could’ve finally been free, and happy.

4. The rest of team radical being at the library fight

already mentioned in a reblog but ill put it here for consistency’s sake

Yeah. I think honestly the possession fight would hit sm harder if it was hugo, nuru and yong all there trying to snap him out of it. Yeah hugo can give him the whole confession spiel but nuru and yong are like,, his younger siblings. he’s impacted them in so many ways and they deserve to be there!!! Them trying to talk him out of it would go SO HARD and it would be SO EMOTIONAL 😭 I do think hugo was ullas main target, i think yong and nuru come in a little later bc they’re still dealing w donellas lackeys outside but they obviously aren’t just gonna leave var and hugo there!!!!!

5. Can you write a fic/make the show

I fucking wish

Srsly tho i would absolutely LOVE to write a fic about my interpretation of vat7k (although i can hardly call it enough to make a fic, i rlly just have Very passionate ideas of like everyones dynamics and character arcs). My writing skills are decent but unfortunately im not to the point w writing as a hobby where it comes as naturally to me as drawing does, so it takes me a lot of extra effort to go out of my way to write. Can barely finish oneshots atp (Sorry to the children of the moon fans its been a fucking year. i promise have a draft for the next chapter i’ve been touching like. Once a week)

My writer friends are like holding me at gunpoint to practice more though so maybe ill be able to write some oneshots abt them one day,,,,,,,,,

[fluemou]

EVERYTHING I EVER LOVED — genshin impact : furina ノ fem ! reader , angst no comfort , doomed yuri

"are you sure this is something you actually want? or is it something she wants you to do for her own selfish plans?"

despite the words being spoken oh so carefully, as if the owner of their voice was trying to hold themselves back, furina felt a stab in her stomach — sharp yet dull pain, making her fingers stop on one of the pages of the newest fashion magazine she was trying to read till her ministrations were so absurdly and cruelly interupted.

her head tilted to the side, piercing blue eyes set on you in a second — sitting on the sofa next to her, seemingly mindlessly staring out of the window at the lively court of fontaine, taking in happy faces and occasional laughter flowing through the air.

"what do you mean?" furina's voice was almost shaking, you noticed — almost. there was still some kind of precise way she held herself up, never dropping head or gaze down, even if the question made her heart clench uncomfortably and fingers curl into fists.

"you'll die by doing this," your eyes moved away from the window, head turning in her direction as you took in that confused expression plastered on her face you would usually tease her for. but now, the carefree atmosphere was gone, leaving the room full of unspoken worry and emotions needed to be addressed out loud. "and burry me alive in the process."

the young lady's brows furroved. there were no unnessesary theatrics, no shocked gasps. she knew what you were hinting, what you were trying to say and there was no room for any jokes.

"this isn't a role i can decline so easily, my love," furina took a deep breath, fingers playing with the hem of her shorts twitching to touch your hand, caress your skin and make you believe everything would turn out well at the end. "the prophecy needs to be taken care of, the fontanians need to have a god to look up to."

she took yet another inhale, this time with a poorly masked tremble. "i will... i will find a way to keep you here. to keep you here with me."

you couldn't help but scoff in annoyance, eyes fluttering shut as if even looking around her apartment, personal belongings of yours scattered around, was something too painful for you to bear — because soon enough, there would be absolutely no proof of your existence at all.

"five hundreds of years isn't something an average mortal can achieve," you chuckled bitterly.

"i'll think of something," she told you quickly, tone hurried. "i'll come up with something, i swear —"

"furina." there is was. that final, resolute word. opening your eyes, gazing at her just to witness pure terror of realization sprawling all over her face as the meaning of your tone finally settled in.

"there will be no me in five hundreds years," lips curled up in a soft smile, you slowly moved from the sofa. now standing in front of the young lady, you took her trembling hands in your own covered in white lace gloves. "and there won't be no me tommorow morning when you wake up."

tears rolled down her pale cheeks, eyes tightly shut close. furina knew there wasn't anything she could do anymore. no begging, no crying, no empty promises would stop you from leaving the fontaine for good.

who was she to decline you a good, happy life anyway? if she couldn't give you what you needed, what you deserved, somebody else would.

she exhaled shakily into your mouth when you pressed lips against hers in the last soft kiss.

when the door closed for the last time and apartment went completly silent, furina finally sobbed out. five hundreds of years... five hundreds of years of pretending to enjoy something she promised, without the only love she ever cherished by her side — she prayed for the time to pass quickly.

she prayed, begged for the time to pass quickly so she could be reunied with you in the possible afterlife sooner, clinging to nothing but a slim hope of gaining your forgiveness once again.

[idekkkjja]

Flowers,, Giselle x f!reader 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ

⚘( ၴႅၴ Decayed flowers laid in your loosened grasp contently—their desperate tendencies gone, unable to plea for repair—its pitiful state reflecting your and Giselle's 'relationship'.

Heads up: English isn't my first language, toxic yuri, Giselle is toooxiccc, mentions of death, plus murder, a bit of angst too, just doomed stuff, weird relationship or even situationship, Giselle is cruel and uncaring, manipulation, smut, a bit unhinged stuff mentioned here and there, and this is my first time writing smut.. help. 😭

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Within the unbearably bitter night, numbing your senses left, the frigid tombstones became visible in your blurred vision as you neared closer: hesitation transparent in the footsteps. Its physical evidence of the passing was set before you, the dawning realisation washed over your very drained soul. He's dead, he died just about a week ago.

White lilies hanging from your tremor crumbled slowly, your mind was not set nor caring about how tightly you held on to them that could possibly damage the meagre gift. Flashbacks uncontrollably drowned your brain, yanking you back in where the scene of his last breaths painfully sucked out, the loud plaintive cries eventually fading into dreadful silence that was the final signal that he passed from the exhaustion of merely surviving. Desperately hanging by the sheer hope of making out alive, to get away from that horrible, horrible woman.

Those coloured eyes used to be filled with such vibrant emotions, so alive, and a bright glint present, dimmed. Now, they are the void. The only thing left reflecting was the past existing beneath it. You were there, witnessing it all, helpless, unable to intervene. Selfish, indeed, although who could blame a pathetic woman like you? You couldn't afford being under your former lover's wrath, could you?

Barely, so barely, you turned out to be her ex. Or who knows, if you have stayed with her, the grave shown would be your consequence. Many bouquets filled with sympathy of the egregious result were scattered neatly, a consent for your measily flowers to join in.

Nobody knew or knows what happened.

Supposedly, the crime scene you desperately ushered the police in to expose the woman's ruthless crime against that man was degraded to a suicidal cause. In utter defeat, you had a feeling you couldn't do much so you accepted it without further protests or complaints.

The least you could do was earn the dead justice and you failed to do so.

Flowers fall lazily out of your hands, the wind swaying them so gingerly that they land in an available spot next to the other overly expensive posy that expresses nothing, not even sympathy, but a display for repuation to flaunt off wealth absurdly in scenarios like these. Heaving a hoarse, trembling breath to the cool air, muffled footsteps crept behind you like a predator in action to capture its prey.

"Well, well, what's my pretty Y/n doing here?" That's the question you wanted to scream at her, what is she doing? At one of her deceased victim's graves? Visibly, your shoulders haunched over stiffly as a useless protection.

"I'm not yours, Giselle." Hissing those oppressive words through clenched teeth, swiftly, you turned around to see that sly smirk still masked on her lips after all these months. What'd you expect? She never changed later these years, nor will she ever.

Unamused by the pathetic, tough facade you shielded yourself with, she tilted her head as a mocking gesture to simply rile you up for free entertainment. "Flowers, you brought him flowers," Giselle stated flatly with abrupt notice, the simper faltering when eyeing judgmentally the odd flower out. Not with any caution or such, she snatched the flowers off the ground, her (unnecessarily) sharp nails dug into the stem, reaching the sticky centre before caelessly split into seperate parts.

"You never brought me flowers." Bewildered, unable to process the (frustratingly) bold utterance, you blinked slowly at her. Speechless. During the time of your relationship, so soon, Giselle became jealous of others occupying your precious time. To the point it blossomed into something dangerous, the risk somehow allured you to stay with her for some time longer. Until it rose to where you are now. At a graveyard.

"I'm giving it to a grave, a fucking grave." The audacity of this woman.

Envy could lead people to do what their own souls cannot grasp. Following their own irrational instincts and stick to a red haze, acting upon intrusive thoughts. Giselle, an example of it all.

No, she didn't have a sob story whereas many villains written in stories did have a temporary tenderness that willingly excuses their terrible depravities. Perfect in others' eyes, to yours, she had no reason to have such morals so corrupted. Once, borrowed in her suffocating embrace, curiously you questioned why she’s so, so… her. Immediately, the answer was ‘why not? It’s fun.’ Ever since she casually reasoned her behaviour, you knew she was a sicko.

"He was a bastard anyways, did nothing to receive flowers." Bored, she played with the flowers for a fleeting moment, seconds later throwing them away for a fair distance from the tombstone.

“He died.” Seamlessly, Giselle had no care for that, a slight chuckle accompanied her further agitating words, “do you think I don’t know he’s dead? I was the cause of it, after all.”

Enough of spending any more time with this murderer, you shook your head in disbelief, remarking the last jab against her. “That’s nothing to be proud of.” Fixated upon the opposite direction, your feet subconsciously followed the way until rudely interrupted by a rough tug on your arm.

“Don’t. Baby, why are you trying to leave me again?" On nearly every occasion, the casual use of the pet name reserved for you melted the contumacious resistance. Conscious, wary, voices constantly warned you not to give in so foolishly yet again; make this occurrence different for once. Your desperate tendencies pleaded otherwise, the opposite of what the wise would have chosen, to re-enter the cycle shamelessly.

The toxic cycle awaits you with a great, snug hug.

"You know why." Monotonous purposefully in your words, an implication suggesting various reasons, since Giselle did so many deviant actions against you and others: you eventually lost count from the beginning.

"No, I don't. Please care enough to tell." You ignored her persistence.

Pausing momentarily, the still silence enveloped the remaining words in your throat. "Giselle," you breathe shakily out that forbidden name, breaking your inner promise to never utter it again.

Cockily, she cuts your word off, a sly grin crinkling the corner of her eyes. You couldn't tell if it was genuine. "'Giselle,'" she taunted with an exasperated (lewd) suspire, visibly pleased as she suppressed a fit of laughter.

"I loved how you moaned my name; it was so pretty. I miss it dearly, as I miss you. Why leave me?" Genuine, most likely never, your naive heart pounded relentlessly against your ribcage, trying to jump out of that cage it is forced into.

You knew you couldn't and wouldn't, not again.

"You're a horrible person, a murderer." The crimes and details you shoved to keep in your system were thrown in one sentence alone, Giselle hadn't immediately replied surprisingly, her smirk falling.

"You stayed, didn't you?" Against your slightly parted lips, a cold finger firmly shuts it, subduing all the words you wanted to cry out in weak protests.

Her sweet coos deceived you in a sweet subconscious blur. As if under an uncontrollable spell, your body inched closer until your chests grazed each other. Discreetly, her hand slithered down your waist, rubbing it so slowly and feather-light that her nails trailed marks to leave you dizzy. Leaning close enough to let her warm breath hover over your ear, she murmurs "as much as I will love to fuck you over this bastard's grave, people will see."

Idly reaching over to grab a beautiful pair of a bouquet, she inspects it, humming in approval. "Follow me," she had no care to glance behind her shoulder, she knew you would follow obediently in the end.

The location the two of you ended up in wasn't ideal, at all. A grimy alleyway located near the graveyard, rather in an impoverished area including common crimes and such; suiting Giselle perfectly despite her background.

With specific precision, she plucked a vibrant blossom, its petals shimmering like silk, tempting in the cool glow of the moonlight above. Her fingertips, soft yet commanding, brushed against your lips as she parted them insistently and put the stem in as if you were a mere pretty ornament used for her pleasure.

"Hm, pretty..." she murmurs, a shark-like grin spreading across her lips, admiring the state of you, against the wall between her: looking deliciously helpless. Leaving a pathway of wet, mouth-open kisses amongst your jaw and collarbones, her teeth abrade your neck, sucking in more than necessary to create a lasting hickey.

Her fingers tugged on your shirt, lifting it up briefly to lean down and slowly go on her knees as she glanced up at your flustered face to muffle against your skin, "I don't mind getting dirty for you, you know?"

Sunk down to her knees, she (patronizingly) slowly peppered kisses across your stomach, teasingly giving the lower abdomen light bites to draw in a pathetic whimper out of you. Clawing in your waist from the sides firmly, she trailed her tongue dangerously closer and closer, relieving an unexpected warm sensation to you.

Unbuttoning your pants deftly, she tugged them to your knees, letting you shiver at the wind brushing against your inner thighs. Rolling the sides of your undeniably soaked panties, she shoved them down too, revealing your wet sensitivity to her.

Leaning in to finally place her mouth upon it, her tongue explored the region slowly, letting the time go completely to be mesmerised at the moment. Giselle missed this a little too much than she should've.

Tauntingly, she used the sultry tip of her tongue to electrify the bundle of nerves in your clitoris, giggling at the sight of you on the urge to chew the stem of the flower in your mouth to moan freely and shamelessly.

Your fingers entangled roughly in her hair giving her the encouragement to feverishly suck on you while trail marks on your bare stomach, keeping you overly stimulated. Circling your intimacy with her tongue, she left you dazed.

A familiar ache formed in the lower part of your stomach, a signal to keep going, your body twitched, and Giselle did unknowingly; not paying any attention to your hidden warnings abutting the flower.

Peeking up, a sly smile came back seeing your face contorted in all its glory before the liquid filled her eager opened mouth, she went back greedily for some more, resuming back to her previous actions.

She made sure she swallowed every single drop, not excluding any before at last, leaning away. Wiping the glistening moisture off her lips with the back of her hand, forgetting about mannerisms or courtesy forced to act upon in public settings, Giselle stood up biting the flower off your lips and kissing you deeply; letting you taste yourself.

"Did I make it up for you, my love?" She pulls reluctantly to remind you of the dawning reality you were in.

A huff of unadulterated disbelief flew out your parted lips, "eating somebody's pussy out isn't even an attempt to make up for murder—"

She cuts off you again, unwilling to hear opposing protests. "I'll take that as a yes, you're lucky I didn't want to fuck you on his grave today."

"Today?"

"Mhm."

[mrs-dot-kennedy]

Happy pride my lovelies. Her, have some sapphic angst as a treat!

As if you could stay - Camilla Macaulay

summary. one cannot live on love alone, especially not when it exists only hidden beneath the dark veil of night and secrecy.

paring. camilla macaulay x reader

warnings. internalised homophobia, doomed yuri, angst

Whatever you have is lived like this -in stolen moments away from prying eyes.

Under the sterile hum of the kitchen’s fluorescent lights, where shadows bloom under her cheekbones and her gold hair is piled lazily atop her head. Or in the hush of the library, where only one candle burns and dust dances like ash in the still air.

There are no declarations. No promises. Just fingertips brushing against yours under the heavy oak table in the library, the scent of old paper and beeswax between you. A hand cupping your jaw in the shadowed corridor, where the stone walls breathe cold air and secrets.

She’s always golden, Camilla. Like the sun. Even here, where the windows are half-shuttered and dust lingers in the shafts of light. Even in silence. Even in secret. She belongs more to myth than to the world you inhabit. A dryad half-remembered from a fever dream, all eyes and silence and grief tucked behind her chest, her voice a ribbon of something tender and elusive, and when she looks at you -really looks at you- you understand how men could go mad for less.

And yet.

“Do you want anyone to find out?” you ask one night.

It’s late. The others were gone -Richard in his room, Henry deep in his books, Bunny asleep, Charles and Francis wandering somewhere like smoke. And you’re here, half-sitting on the kitchen counter, her between your knees, your hands in her hair. You can smell gin on her breath, but her voice is cold when she pulls back.

“No.”

She doesn’t even pretend to hesitate.

You blink. Your hands fall to your sides. “Right.”

She touches your thigh lightly, as if to soothe the wound she’s just made. “It’s not that I don’t want this.”

“But you don’t want anyone to know.” You laugh -bitter and low. “You’re afraid of them seeing you like this. With me.”

Camilla’s jaw tightens. She doesn’t deny it. She never does.

It goes on like that. Always like that.

She reaches for you when the house is dark, when the doors are closed, when the lights are low and the wine is gone and the fire is dying. She kisses you like she means it, with hunger and reverence, but when you reach for her in daylight -she turns her face away.

Once, you grab her hand in the hallway. Just take it, natural as breathing. Her fingers stiffen. She jerks it back like you’ve burned her.

“I’m not ashamed,” she says quickly. “It’s just… complicated.”

“You’re ashamed,” you say. You don’t mean for your voice to crack.

She doesn’t deny it.

She tells you she doesn’t believe in happy endings. Not for people like you. Not in this world. She says this while lying beside you, skin still warm from you, her hair tangled across your chest like spun gold.

“I don’t want to be a secret,” you whisper.

She’s quiet a long time. Then: “You already are.”

You close your eyes.

“You want me to say I love you,” she says. “But I won’t.”

“I don’t want you to say it. I want you to mean it.”

Camilla sits up, and you see her silhouette against the moonlight -all long limbs and shadow. She reaches for her cigarette case. Her lips ghost across your cheek, barely a touch. “I do mean it. That’s why I won’t say it.”

You want to cry. You want to scream. But you do nothing, because you know her. Camilla belongs to everyone. Everyone but herself.

So you live like this.

In the stolen hours. In the half-light. In the press of her body against yours in the quiet places where no one looks.

She shines like the sun. You worship like a shadow.

She doesn’t come to you for days after that.

You see her with Francis, with Charles, laughing, brilliant, otherworldly. And you wonder how she does it. How she turns it off so easily. Like it didn’t matter. Like you didn’t matter.

But that’s the thing about her.

She’ll touch you like she means it. She’ll whisper your name like it’s sacred. She’ll run her hands over your hips like she’s memorizing them. But she’ll never stay. Not where people can see. Not where it becomes real.

You find her one night in the library again. The candlelight makes her look soft. Younger. Like she hasn’t ruined you yet. A single candle flickers on the desk beside you, its light throwing amber shadows across the spines of unread books.

Camilla is reading. Or pretending to. You can feel her not looking at you.

“You always find me when it’s dark,” you say.

“I thought you liked that about me,” she says, not looking up.

You sit across from her. “I used to.”

Camilla’s lips curl. “And now?”

“I want more.”

She looks at you, eyes narrowing -like you’re being unreasonable. Like asking to be loved in the open is asking for too much.

“You knew what this was,” she says.

“Did I?”

“You did.”

You stare at her, heart thudding. “I think you’re afraid that if anyone sees you with me, they’ll know something true about you.”

She stiffens. You’ve hit something raw.

“I’m not afraid,” she says. A lie.

You lean in across the table. “Good luck pretending that forever.”

She doesn’t answer.

She just stands. Crosses the floor. Kisses you slow, as if to apologize without saying a word. Her fingers tremble on your face.

But when the door creaks in the hallway -she pulls away.

You sit alone for a long time after that.

The candle burns down. The silence settles. The warmth of her mouth fades from your lips like a vanishing spell.

She loves you.

But not enough.

She never will.

And that’s the way it ends. Not with screaming. Not with betrayal. But with the quiet realization that she will keep choosing safety over you. Reputation over truth. Fear over feeling.

Camilla shines like the sun.

And you are always left in the dark.

[laylamorose]

hi so my beautiful wife @skittebella who knows NOTHING about yellowjackets asked me my opinions on travnat and lottienat so i shall rant

#1 travnat

travnat is probably one of the only canon straight ships i will EVER be this obsessed over. (unless we all obviously notice that travis is transfem but that is a conversation for a different day). though i do dislike how adult natalie’s WHOLE storyline was just about travis. it basically erases all of her storyline from the young timeline. i also dislike how they killed travis off SOOOOO early, even if he was around for just one season it would’ve been better than immediately killing him off. but the fact that travnat is so doomed makes me SAD. and why do they both have daddy issues like they are BOTH traumatized not just by cannibalistic lesbians but by their DEAD SHITTY FATHERS. but when i do get upset over the fact that they are both DEAD i just remember that they are dead together in whatever afterlife exists. and i could write so much more but i am lazy.

#2 lottienat

My yuri children!!!! 😢😢😢😭😭😭😭😭 they are also both together in whatever afterlife exists. the fact that lottie was the one to help get nat (somewhat) happy and (fully?) clean is always like a brick chucked at my head. the season 2 bath scene also lives in my head rent free. like yes playfully and jokingly degrade me while bathing me and wrapping my wound. they have such a complicated dynamic in both the crash timeline and adult timeline (though i’d arguably say their more complicated during the crash timeline). natalie’s always like ohhh this bitch crazy and lottie is just playing jesus half the time and i love them. i also NEED to see more of them but pre-crash. season 4 PLEASE deliver what the people (i) yearn for. yet again i could write more but im tired and sweaty and my head hurts 💔💔

and skittle twin if u don’t understand this and wanna know the lore (im just looking for an excuse to yap) lmk

[ctwinsduo]

I'm the anon who sent the most recent ask, but if ever comfortable, it'd be really nice to listen to what all else you had to talk about regarding my ask too! I just like hearing people talk, and it's not very often I see anything that puts such a focus on Wilbur's and Fundy's relationship in the way you have, so this all is essentially a very bountiful goldmine for myself, but that's just me.

i'd be happy to share the rest of my thoughts! also glad to provide thoughts on a slept on dynamic btw (hopefully i'm doing fundy justice, i'm not a fundy lorehead i just like elaborating on wilbur's relationships) surprise this is a 2 for 1 hc bundle, starting off with sallybur ramblings

1. Sallybur Stuff

Someone (shoutout to Yeraboo!) brought up how Wilbur often refers to her as 'the salmon' and I thought that was fun, and it got me thinking more about Sally in relation to all of this stuff with Fundy. My interpretation of Sally has her acting as the juxtaposition to Wilbur; where Wilbur wants to be human, and by extension to live a very human life, Sally has never wanted to be anything but who she is. Where Wilbur dedicated her entire life to becoming human, starting a family and settling down with the express purpose to live a human life, Sally embraced the wildest parts of herself with reckless abandon. She knew who she was and that was nature itself and she loved that more than she'd ever love anyone else. Ultimately these two incredibly opposing ideas make for a very... well let's say 'odd' couple. Doomed toxic yuri if you will Because of this I imagine Wilbur referring to Sally as 'the salmon' is a bit of an insult, in Wilbur's mind anyways. Because she did embrace that side of herself to the point where it became a defining portion of her identity and contributed to why she left Wilbur in the end. For Sally though I can't imagine it'd be all that cutting since... I mean she is a salmon, not a normal salmon by any means and not Just a salmon but she certainly wouldn't care all that much. I had to cut some shit out of this post because I started going absolutely apeshit over Sallybur (for all interested that ramble will end up with it's own post probably) but! The point I'm trying to get at is, I think Sally would've deeply disliked the way Wilbur treated Fundy; she already disliked Wilbur's self-loathing, for obvious reasons, but seeing that projected onto her son was the last straw. Of course it wasn't the only reason Sally left, being as wild as she was she never wanted a family the way Wilbur did- the idea of being tied down by anything or anyone felt fundamentally wrong. Sally wanted to live her immortal life as one, grand adventure, and when Wilbur came into the picture she wanted to share that adventure with him. Having to settle down to raise a child though? That wasn't apart of that 'grand adventure', Sally couldn't imagine giving up such a large part of her existence for another person. Which is ultimately why she left Fundy with Wilbur in the end, even if she hated the things Wilbur was instilling in their son she had no desire to raise him herself.

For Fundy's part I imagine his thoughts on Sally are Odd. I don't even think he knows that she wasn't an actual salmon I'll be honest- Wilbur never elaborated much on her and she left when he was quite young. Wilbur's the type of parent who's very vague about everything ever- habit she inherited from Phil I imagine- so Fundy doesn't really know much about her.

I like to think he occasionally dreams up a world where Sally took him and thinks about how that would've gone for him. I can see him romanticizing the idea of Sally, creating this idealized version of her in his head; one that's kinder and more motherly than she ever truly was.

2. The Pogtopia Jumpscare

Elaborating on that little note from the last post about Pogtopia and how awful that was for Fundy; I don't think Fundy actually knew what Wilbur was before then. Fundy always sort of guessed he wasn't entirely human, given... he existed- but he never knew the extent to it or that he wasn't a freak accident. Wilbur had been trying so very hard to hide his species when he was raising Fundy after all, and though he taught Fundy how to shift he never saw Wilbur shift himself.

Seeing Wilbur as they were in Pogtopia would've been such a slap in the face to Fundy, just knowing how they teased him for being so fox-like only to turn out to be the exact same thing as him. Not to mention seeing Wilbur like that and being able to pinpoint the similarities between them, all the places where he looks so very much like his father that weren't nearly as visible when Wilbur presented himself as human.

It's like... the thing Fundy chose to embody as a way of rebelling against his mother ultimately turned out to be something they shared. Even in trying to distance himself from her he still resembled her, I can imagine it feeds into his fear of being like his mother.

[bretteblogs]

Otome Isekai Adamsapple

I’ve had the basics for an OI/Villainess AdamsApple AU stirring around in my head for a while. First of all, Adam fits so many of the reincarnated/transmigrated villainess tropes, it’s actually insane.

Gets cheated on by his partner from an arranged marriage TWICE

Is cheated on with a smaller, more delicate romantic option

Is seen as an unrepentant bitch (in his case asshole)

Likely (hopefully!) has an actual backstory which either explains most of his ‘evil’ deeds or shows that he isn’t as bad as people think (please, Viv, make Adam 3 dimensional!! I will literally do anything)

Seemingly doomed by the original narrative

Perfect material for regression/reincarnation/a second chance (as seen by the multitude of fanfic regarding the subject)

The basic premise I have currently for my take on this idea is:

Adam is reincarnated into a new world (fantasy/OI inspired) which is kind of an alternate of the main Hazbin universe.

The majority of people in this world are genderbent (mainly because I am a sucker for yuri and I am not ashamed of that fact). So Lilith is Light, Adam is Adaline, Eve is Ede, Lucifer is Lucille, Sera is Seran, ETC (also the names are lowkey dorky because OI names are ridiculous 99% of the time. I have legitimately read one where the love interest is named Aquastead. I think the same one had a girl named Tiararose. It is tradition for the names to be kind of ridiculous).

Similar to the Eden story, the original story (because most OI has a person reincarnating into a pre-existing narrative before it occurs, usually with them knowing how things plays out, or regressing back in time after the story has unfolded) plays out with Adaline losing her fiance (arranged) to Lucille not once, but twice. The second time, however, she is forced to stay with Ede. She tries to kill Lucille while she is pregnant with the heir to the kingdom, Charles, and is executed alongside her loyal handmaiden (Lute).

This is where I have two places the story could go:

Adam knows he is reincarnated, gaining his memories from his previous life when an apple falls out of a tree and hits his head. We get the typical OI dilemma when someone has lived a life and suddenly remembers their previous life (‘Who am I?’). Adam decides to deal with that fuckery at a later time, realizing that they have been reborn into an Otome world. How does Adam know what Otome is? One of his exorcist girls was super into the genre and would talk his ear off about it. After realizing the people in his life, like his fiance, are very similar to those in his past life, he understands that he is probably going to go through similar events. Maybe he gets a flash of what the future could be. At this point, he is approached by Light and Lucille. He has his engagement broken off and is humiliated. Yet the pair are shocked that Adaline seems far more interested in getting the hell away from everything over screaming like her usual self. Even her new fiance Ede notices that Adaline seems far more interested in getting the hell out of dodge than making Light jealous. This leads to Lucille deciding that pursing Ede and Light is boring. She is much more interested in Adaline, who seems to know so much more than she is letting on. Cue Adam trying to escape the narrative with Lute while being aggressively pursued by the main character of the world Lucille. They of course end up together, Lucille making Adaline the Crown Princess consort. Similar to the anime ‘Bureaucrat to Villainess (Spoilers for that) where the main character (beloved Dad, seriously watch the show it rocks) is watched by his wife and child through the game he was reincarnated into,the cast of Hazbin (maybe narrowing down to the Hotel Residents + Lucifer and some Heaven residents) can see Adam’s reincarnated life unfold on the television as it is presented in the form of an otome game.

Adam is reincarnated and only has vague dreams about his old life, never being awakened fully to his old memories. Adaline doesn’t go down the original path because her subconscious self, from the Hazbin universe, leads her away from destruction. One fanfic idea I have always thought is interesting is what if Adam was ‘wiped clean’ in some way (reincarnated/memory loss/return to Eden mindset) and became the sole decider of if redemption could be allowed. His say so is needed to lift the redeemed souls from purgatory, where they endlessly slumber, into Heaven. God sends this decree down, so Lucifer has to go locate Adam and force him to make his babygirl’s dream a reality. Only, Sera is nervous to tell him that Adam seems to have been reincarnated in one of the pocket universes created in the beginning. Lucifer has to go on a mission to remind Adam of who he is and bring him back to reality. He is synced up with the version of himself from this universe, Lucille. The narrative of the Otome world, however, has moved on and ended. Lucifer wakes up to a sleeping Adaline next to him. He quickly realizes that the version of him he thought he was getting into (as he had been debriefed on how the story was supposed to unfold) went completely off-script and chose Adaline over Light. He now has to decide if ruining the happiness this version of him and the amnesiac Adam has is worth it, especially with Adaline having a child on the way. Bonus points if, again, everyone at home is watching.

I will probably write this at some point as the pull of yurifying every ship I like as well as the OI genre in general is too strong. If anyone else is inspired by this, please feel free to write. I crave yuri Adamsapple in general.

ALSO SIDE NOTE the ML tropes the boys fall into:

Light - Cold Duke of the North, Magic Tower Leader, The type to go ‘…Interesting’

Ede - Second ML syndrome to a T, himbo knight, warm Duke of the South, Golden Retriever Prince, Foreign Prince, could probably have a decent redemption arc

Seran - The Sane Choice (the one that we logically know is the best/healthiest choice, but that we will never pick because we crave drama), The green/blue haired glasses secretarial character (even though he has white hair), Aide to the ML, Initially distrusting of the FL before he realizes she may be the only other sane person around, dresses in suits which are not time period accurate but look good anyways

[molarbeardoc]

Me when I write

Hope you all enjoy Cheshire Cat doomed yuri. This ship has grown on me a bit chat.

Also they start out dating? Woah that's rare from me

Enjoy hurhurhur

Edit before Posting #1: WTF SHE’S 6’7?! 9’0+ WITH THE HAT?! Oh my God she’s literally a fucking GIANT!!!!!!!

EBP #2: Urg I made myself jealous can’t wait to cause suffering

EBP #3: OH YEAH I should probably mention blood and character death warning. It does get a bit graphic towards the end. Viewer discretion is advised.

The elevator was noisy...

And full

Full and noisy...

She hated that.

Two of the things that she hated the most, combining into one awful physical hell.

Her ears flattened as each voice jumbled with one another.

"Brick boy."

"*KRRTZ* WA-WARNING PROTOCOL INITIATED! Animals of such large aren't allowed in the estabilishment! Please re-relocate."

"You wouldn't even hear a fly buzzing around through that thick wooded skull."

"I hate that um... dumb green cat."

So much noise, so many arguments. And then that dumb animatronic had the nerve to say she wasn’t allowed. Sure she wasn’t the thinnest cat but what she lacked there she made up for in strength. At least she thought she was strong.

Ugh! Why is she thinking so hard about this?! She just needs to get to the WHEEL OF floor, then she can get off this elevator and not have to worry about psychos anymore.

As if she spoke it into existence, the elevator dinged before its doors opened, revealing the floor as she let out a quiet prayer and sighed. She wasted no time to push past the others, earning her a few confused stares as she exited the elevator.

She made sure her tail wasn’t caught in the door, as that had happened before and trust her, not only was it painful but she nearly lost it entire, before turning her gaze to the purple suited deity that sat on the crates near the wheel. Her closed eyes opening at the sound of someone’s arrival.

"Retro!"

The feline purred as she heard the adoration in Mach’s voice, rushing over and climbing onto the stage before sitting next to her.

"Mrrow!" «Hi Mach!»

"What brings you here?"

DrRETRO rolled her eyes as she looked at the deity, who was now leaning forward with a knowing grin on her face.

"Meow!" «I know that look. You know why I’m here!»

"Yeah I know! I missed you."

"Meow.." «It’s only been a day.»

"That long?! Yeesh I don’t wanna know how two days are like!"

Before DrRETRO could respond, she heard the sound of a metal door slamming open. Of course being a cat, well katball, she was startled by it; instinctively jumping back to avoid possible danger.

Instead, she was met with the cowardly, caterpillar, clown. Pilby was staring at the two awkwardly, their face contorting into one of anxiety.

"D'ohhh… I’m sorry. Am I messing something up. Heugh I always mess up :0(…"

"Pilby we’ve talked about this, you’re not a mess up. You’re not interrupting anything."

"Oh good golly. I’m sorry Mach."

"It’s okay. You’re fine! If you wanna go on the elevator, you can. They haven’t left yet."

Pilby turned towards the open doors. Upon hearing and seeing the chaos that occurred, they shook their head rapidly.

"Oh fiddle faddle! That looks overwhelming! I prefer to stay here please…"

"Suit yourself."

She turned towards the startled cat, chuckling quietly as she lifted her top hat. At least the caterpillar wasn’t alone when it came to feeling afraid..

The doors of the elevator closed, taking the rowdy crowd with it as it began to ascend.

"Me-" «So-»

The doctor couldn’t even finish her statement- erm meow before she was pulled close and given several kisses on her forehead by Mach. As much as the feline loved it, she wouldn’t let her get away with this. At least not without a challenge, trashing around as she purred in an attempt to escape.

"Hey stop that! I’m not finished with you yet!"

DrRETRO continued her attempt at escape, her purring becoming louder before she eventually gave in. It’s not like she didn’t enjoy it, after all, anything that came from the deity was practically a gift… At least to her.

"Mrrrooow.." «I let you win this time.»

"Sure you did."

Mach held the face of the feline, looking down at her with a smile as she rubbed her cheeks.

"You’re really soft you know that?"

"Mmmrreow!" «Who do you take me for? Bive? I shower every day!»

"Yet you’re still a big, fat, stinker."

"Purrrr…" «I’m your big, fat, stinker.»

"Touché."

Pilby was left watching the two from the side, smiling as they listened to their adorable conversation. They found their relationship to be like two middle schoolers who had just gotten together, being all lovey dovey and overly affectionate with each other. They were glad they had fallen for one another.

Mach being the keeper and caretaker for the "[X] OF" floors, had a tendency to overwork herself. The last time that happened, someone ended up getting a hammer straight to the gut; and based off the sound, they were pretty sure it took a while before that person had actually healed. Not to mention Mach was left were a darker coloured hammer than what she originally had.

She did eventually attempt to apologize to them but the damage had been done and they immediately ran off before she could get halfway through her statements. They never heard or saw it happening again… But they were pretty certain it did when they weren’t around…

DrRETRO was similar. Usually overworking herself to give others check up. From what Pil heard, Bive was the most difficult one to handle, typically having to either be held down or knocked out to get her to comply. Just the sound of it seemed exhausting and irritating…

The difference between the two was DrRETRO fought dirty, going for quick and deadly attacks or attempting to cause some sort of permanent damage to her opponent. They were certain this had to do with her going to prison as they once witnessed, first hand, along with Mark and Spud!, her and Gnarpy get into a giant cat fight. Fur flying in frenzy as they fought tooth and claw. Even with the alien having the extra limbed advantage, xe still lost horribly due to Retro’s size and strength. Pilby even thought with Gnarpy’s zapper or whatever xe called it, xey would still lose!

They were certain the only reason why the katball even decided to heal xem was because Spud! asked her to! The very guy that hated Gnarpy ended up feeling bad for how badly xe lost the battle. Apparently that was enough to get the doctor to lift her glasses and beam the poor Gnarpian. As stoic as Gnarpy was, they had never seen xem look at someone with such hatred yet also pure terror in their four eyes.

Ever since then if either one saw the other on the elevator they flat out refused to enter it. They could’ve swore they even saw Gnarpy flinch one time when DrRETRO narrowed her eyes at xem.

However, it’s like they both tried to better themselves for the other. Both never overworked themselves since they got together, like they wanted to be the best version they could be for each other. It was absolutely adorable in the caterpillars eyes. Sometimes they even had little sleep overs! Mach typically left Pilby in charge when she was gone but always made sure that every task, except the easier ones so they didn’t feel useless, were already completed to prevent any accidents.

They watched as the two enjoyed each other’s company, talking and dropping the occasional pet name or tease. After a few minutes they decided to leave them alone, quietly walking across the stage and walking through the other metal door.

"Waowee, they’re adorable! I’m happy for them."

Mach listened as DrRETRO ranted about her day. From the rowdy elevator, to uncooperative or annoying patients, and even Jermbo not helping her out as he promised. He was always selling his pops that made everyone drop like flies… Well more like turn to dust. Mach witnessed it happen once, it freaked her out to think that something so simple could disintegrate someone just like that.

"So in other words, your day so far hasn’t been ideal."

"Mrraow…" «Yeah...»

"Well at least you’re here with me. I’m sure my mere presence can brighten it."

"Mew." «You’re so egocentric.»

"I am not! I’m just being honest!"

The feline rolled her eyes as she looked towards Mach, continuing to purr quietly with a small grin on her face.

"Mrrow..?" «Hey Mach?»

"Hm?"

"Mrreoww… Meow…?" «Maybe I’ve been listening to Split talk too much about Bive’s conspiracy theories but… You really think there’s other versions of you?»

"What?"

"Meow! Meww…" «You know like if there are different versions of you! Maybe a you that wears pink suit instead of purple?»

"That sounds like a fashion disaster, everyone knows purple is the superior colour."

"Meow! Mmmeow? Mrrow…" «Oh come on I’m being serious! Maybe in a different universe we switch roles? I take care of the Wheel of or Hall of or Wall of or whatever and you’re the one taking care of the others.»

"I mean… It sounds like an interesting concept. I don’t think it’s entirely plausible though. Well maybe it could exist…"

"Meow!" «Maybe I have a giant top hat or I’m just a dog in another reality!»

"I’m sure my catself would still love your dog self."

…

"Merrow.." «That makes me wonder…»

"What?"

"Mrroww…" «Are we together in those realities?»

"Well I’m sure we are! Seems unlikely that we aren’t."

"Mew…" «Yeah… You’re right…»

"When am I not?"

Mach would take her hat before covering the doctor’s face with it, mischievous grin on her face to contrast her usual neutral expression.

"MROW!" «YOU LITTLE-!»

She pulled the hat off her face, an amused purr erupting from the feline as she gazed up at the deity.

The next few hours of theirs were just spent talking and enjoying each other’s company, and before long, it was time for DrRETRO to go. She bid her farewells as she made her way back to the elevator and pressing one of the buttons. As she waited, she felt a slight tug on her sleeve as she looked down towards the cowardly caterpillar she saw earlier.

"Heugh, you don’t mind if I come with you do you? I’m pretty sure most of the ones from earlier got off. Plus, I need to get something from Enphoso’s shop..."

She nodded with a purr, she never minded Pilby. They were a sweetheart and one of the few more tolerable beings to be around. Plus, it was just a quick trip to the store and back; she could wait that long for them. The elevator dinged, opening its doors to reveal a nearly empty elevator; minus a tired Lampert and reserved Pest.

The two didn’t say a word at DrRETRO and Pilby entered the elevator, keeping to themselves rather than engaging in small talk. Pilby was already completing the necessary steps to make it to their desired floor before shuffling back over to stand near DrRETRO.

Soon enough Lampert exited onto his IKEA floor and Pest left to scrounge the subways, leaving the caterpillar and katball alone.

"So uhm…"

She looked down at Pilby, tilting her head.

"How are you?

"Meow." «Good…»

"That’s nice… That’s good… D’ohhh sorry for making things awkward. I just couldn’t stand the silence anymore."

"Mrrow." «It’s okay, I understand.»

"Are you gonna get anything from Enphoso’s shop?"

"Mmmmrew." «Hmm, I don’t think so.»

"Maybe you could get a gift for Mach?"

"Mrow-?" «What-?»

"W-Well you don’t have to! I was just suggesting since you two are together now you could get something for her? Heugh! Sorry for invading I don’t mean to be a nosy busybody…"

"Meow!" «No no, that’s a good idea!»

"Oh… That’s good!"

Retro nodded. Why hadn’t she thought of it sooner?! It was perfect! But what kind of gift could she get her? Enphoso had some of the most… interesting items. She could’ve sworn she remembered seeing some sort of plushed golden doll. When asked about it, apparently it was called The Token of Midas. What it did, she didn’t even wanna find out. She knew little of Midas but she knew about how everything he touched turned to gold.

That wasn’t a risk she wanted to take.

She was pulled from her thoughts as a small ding was heard, the doors of the elevator opening and revealing the cheery music of Enphoso’s Shop. The katball and caterpillar stepped out of the elevator as its doors closed behind them.

"Hello!"

An overwhelmingly cheerful and echoing voice spoke out. One she had heard many times, it was like a broken record.

"Welcome to my store. I only sell glig glags and doo dads, so be sure to pay up at the front desk! BUT DON'T STEAL ANYTHING FROM ME."

Yet another empty threat of the yellow, smiling, cashier. She had witnessed Pest swipe items from the shelves and face no consequences almost as many times as she heard its voice. Either Enphoso was extremely blind or extremely stupid; maybe even a bit of both.

Pilby had wasted no time to gather their items, which was simply some more apples and a small tub of frosting. DrRETRO was taking much longer however, carefully scanning the shelves for the perfect gift as Pilby watched from afar.

"What’s she looking for? Are my glig glags and doo dads not enough? Or is she planning on stealing..?"

The caterpillar jumped back out of fear. They never heard Enphoso speak in such a quiet yet malicious manner, the glare it sent them didn’t help either.

"Honk! Sh-She’s just looking for a-a gift for someone..!"

"You better not be lying caterpillar. I hate accomplices just as much as their thieving frie-"

It was cut off as someone cleared their throat. Enphoso looked up, its chilling smile remaining on its face as it looked at the katball doctor.

"Took you long enough, silly!"

DrRETRO merely rolled her eyes and placed a purple bowling ball on the counter. She would have preferred flowers but of course it didn’t have any… Weird smiley face.

"Will that be all?"

"Mrrew.." «Yes..»

The two watched as it rung up their items and sent them on their way.

"See you later! Hope you enjoyed your stay…"

Enphoso’s high pitched giggles could be heard as the elevator doors closed, freaky weirdo smiley face. What was wrong with that thing? It was always acting so weird.. She didn’t like it at all.

"I don’t think that thing likes you very much."

"Meow." «I don’t like it either.»

"That’s fair. What’d you get?"

"Mrrow. Mraow." «This purple bowling ball. I wanted to get her flowers, but just my luck that thing didn’t sell them.»

"Maybe you can get her flowers later?"

"Mrow-" «Maybe I could-»

The sound of metal and concrete scraping against each other cut her off. Both she and Pilby lifted their heads and looked at the ceiling towards two holes that replaced where the fluorescent lights would be.

"Mrrow..?" «What in the…?»

The caterpillar had already backed away, not wanting to get too close in case electrical wires fell from the openings. For DrRETRO? Curiosity killed the cat. One moment there was just confused staring and questioning mrrows, the next the sound of the bowling ball cracking as it hit the floor along with a cut off excruciating yowl.

Pilby could do nothing but stare in horror as the sound of metal pierced flesh and broke through bones filled their ears, the feeling of warm blood splattering on them as they dropped their newly bought items and covered their mouth in shock.

The caterpillar watched as DrRETRO quivered a few times before falling completely still, her eyes dull and lifeless as the metal spike that pierced her body slowly lifted back into the ceiling; dripping the thick crimson liquid from its tip and onto the floor. The katball laid there motionless, her fur stained red and skull cracked open.

The sight was too grotesque for Pilby, causing them to look away while crying. They felt sick to their stomach, they wanted to throw up. They were covered in blood, good GOD they were covered in her blood. What were they gonna do? They what COULD they do?! They can’t just carry her back to her floor she was way too heavy and-

Wait…

How were they even gonna explain this to Mach?

How could they break this down for her?! "Yeah sorry your girlfriend is dead.." THAT’S NOT HOW YOU TELL PEOPLE SOMEONE DIED! Christ they had no idea what to do..

They turned back to the lifeless body behind them before looking at the cracked bowling ball. She bought it for Mach, it’d only be fair that she received the gift, even if it was not of use. It laid partially in the small crimson pool that had gathered around the doctor, Pilby picked it up and held it carefully before backing away. Their once white and green pale paws now stained as they picked up their own belongings.

They continued growing more and more queasy as the metallic smell of iron filled their nose. Upon hearing the ding of the elevator, they waited impatiently for the doors to open before running out, tears still streaming down their face as they rushed towards the stage.

Mach was still there, sitting on the wooden crate with her eyes closed before opening them as she heard the arrival of the elevator. A smile nearly graced her face before she saw the distressed and bloodied Pilby running towards her. Immediately she grew concerned, getting up and stepping off the stage.

"Huh- Pilby? What’s wrong? What happened?!"

Her grip on her hammer tightened as the caterpillar stopped abruptly in front of her, unsure of how to begin. She noticed the clown makeup on their face had started to run due to their tears, she noticed how they struggled to speak, she noticed the items that they held in their many arms. She kneeled down, carefully taking the items before placing them on the floor along with her hammer.

"Pilby. Calm down, it’s okay. You’re safe now."

"Hng- She- The-"

"Shhh… Calm down… It’s okay. It’s going to be okay. You’re not in any danger."

"The spikes-"

Spikes? She never really took the elevator anywhere, so she had no earthly idea what they were talking about. She knew a few of the floors such as the one where its bottom fell out, she thinks it was called the frightening floor..? She couldn’t entirely remember.. However, she did her best to comfort them holding two of their hands.

"What about spikes?"

"The lights moved an-and-"

"And…?"

"They killed her!"

Mach grew more concerned as they spoke.

"Killed who?"

"We were just coming back from the shop.. And it killed her."

"Pilby, who died?"

"She was looking at the holes in the ceiling, she was just looking, and then the spikes fell and one of them killed her. It killed DrRETRO!"

Mach felt her heart drop, her already pale face turning whiter at the news. There was no way… There was absolutely no way she was dead. She didn’t want to believe it. She refused to believe it!

"What..?"

"She’s in the elevator. I didn’t know what to do. I can’t carry her, she’s too heavy. I didn’t know if I should’ve taken her to her floor or not. I didn’t know! I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry-"

"…"

Mach listened as the caterpillar repeatedly apologized, slowly looking towards the elevator. The doors hadn’t closed yet, it was like it was begging her to take a glance. Begging her to see what it did. Like it wanted to prove her wrong..

"Stop apologizing… Head to your room…"

Pilby stood still as they watched the deity slowly make her way towards the elevator, they had stopped apologizing but they didn’t leave. Not yet. They were still too distressed to leave.

Mach cringed as she got closer to the elevator, she hadn’t even looked inside yet she could see the blood dripped off the railing and running down the walls. She took a deep breath before stepping inside, her stomach churning in disgust and despair at the grisly sight before her.

Before her lay the body of DrRETRO. From what she could tell the 'spike' had fallen through and pierced her from her skull through her stomach. Bits of bone and brain laid near her, her eyes were dull, blood had dripped from her mouth and stained her fur.

Mach let out a quiet sigh, forcing herself to stay calm for now. She couldn’t just leave her here but she had no clue what to do with her body. She looked at the buttons of the elevator, her mind coming up with an idea as she pressed them with shaking hands.

She pressed the frightening floor, searching her pockets for a coin before placing it in the slot.

She stepped off the elevator, staring into the eyes of DrRETRO as the doors slowly shut.

She turned towards Pilby, staring at the caterpillar as they trembled.

"Mach..?"

"Go get cleaned up.."

"… Okay…"

She sighed as they didn’t press further, however they did pause for a moment, picking up the cracked bowling ball and slowly making their way over to Mach.

"She heugh… She bought this for you… Enphoso didn’t have any flowers so she got this instead.."

Mach carefully took the bowling ball from the caterpillar before they left, going to get cleaned up as they muttered quietly to themselves and went through the metal door.

She stared at the purple bowling ball, gripping it tightly in her hands as tears began streaming down her face, staining her cheeks as she trembled. She wanted this to be some sort of horrible nightmare, she wanted this to be some sort of sick yet false reality. But the more she stared at it, the worse she felt. The more she stared, the more it sank in, the more she stared, the more she realized there was nothing she could do to change this outcome.

All Mach could do right now, was breakdown in silence..

RAHHHGGGGG LIVE LAUGH LOVE YURI!!!!

I fell asleep while writing the end and woke up with a headache sorry for any silly typos and horrible grammar that appears.

Hope you enjoyed it!!!!!

[rotting-ink]

I really love that all origins exist in the world and all that changes is who ended up with seir, so cool!

You mentioned in a post Knight student would be accused of dark magic and the Alder student accused of leading them down that path, would the two origins know eachother/know of eachother then since theyre both involved in the same incident?

(im makin the accused orgins have tragic doomed yuri with eachother in my head now, cuz shippin pausible player characters with eachother is amusing)

Also on a simmilar note im excited to eventually know more about the fortune hunter origin and how their marriages went, any tiny tid bits on that you can share?

SO! So, so so! It's the only two origins were they would have interacted prior to tomfoolery, so I'm fully letting the player pick out the relationship the two used to have. Which, I will FULLY say will come back to bite you in the ass at one point. Also, somewhat inspired by @angrelysimpping when they wrote Solitude. They happily mushed Aguilar and the two Prison MCs together into a threesome and it did spark a horrible train of thought.

BUT YES! So, you get to decide this. Whether love was involved as well as the fortune! But there will be constants. Gwyn's spouse will still keep what they deem "embarrassing" secrets, and De Maintenon's will always be kept underneath a harsh thumb. CANT spoil too much right now, but I am personally looking forward to writing them!!!!

[burnttoastlife]

Okay, I have thought of more pairings for you for the bingo game:

• Lanamia;

• Krisnix;

• Wrightworth;

• Solkat;

• Vrisrezi;

• Zosan.

I'm sorry if it's too much. If you don't want to do a bingo for all of these, it's fine.

I’m putting in depth thoughts under a readmore bc it’s gonna get LONG BABY!!!

LANAMIA:

OUGHHHH THEY WOUND ME!!!! Intellectually attracted. Lana fumbled Mia soooo badly and honestly I ship them as an OT3 including Diego <333 Lana had to become corrupt to save her sister while Mia fought corruption and died because of it… Lana the chief being called by Mia’s killer and informed through that (which I get was a translation error BUT MY GOD THE IMPLICATIONS!!!)… Imagine Godot trying to contact Lana to discuss Mia after he wakes up or them meeting in prison after TT…. UGH. Lanamia.

KRISNIX:

I’m fuckding crazy. They are toxic. They match each other’s freak. They pretended to be friends but they knew they were lying to each other (but what if those feelings got too real? What if it wasn’t an act? but you can’t let your guard down, no, not now, not after everything you’ve worked for). THEY SPIED ON EACH OTHER. for seven years. Kristoph made Phoenix more corrupt but Phoenix made Kristoph more human but they damaged each other and spiraled into madness. Kristoph ruined Phoenix’s like and Phoenix returned the favor. They are the same polar of a magnet, the same in every sense but always five steps away from each other, never able to get too close.

WRIGHTWORTH/NARUMITSU:

What is there to say that hasn’t already been said? I went through the pipeline. I hated Edgeworth and then instantly understood why the pairing is so popular. Childhood friends, to strangers, to enemies, to friends, to enemies again (one sided), to friends, and then lovers. They have long periods where they don’t talk or see each other and yet their bond only gets stronger each time. I don’t believe in soulmates and I hate the concept but if soulmates did exist, Narumitsu has that going.

SOLKAT:

Homestuck is fucked for separating them but at least they were put back together RECENTLY. They are so DOOMED in the main webcomic. They are best fucking friends and the closest each other has (outside, maybe, Sollux and Aradia). “kk dont u2e the computer explo2iion code iit wiill explode your computer” “FUCK YOU” and then the computer exploded. Sollux is Karkat’s IT guy (romantic). I think they could easily vacillate flushed and pitch and pale and. Yeah they are soo multi quadranted (with flush as the main). Goddd I miss them. When Sollux left it BROKE me. Davekat could never have what they have.

VRISREZI:

EVERYBODY GIVE IT UP FOR TOXIC DOOMED YURI!!!! WOOOO!!! They find each other in every universe. They are perfectly pitched (but also a little flushed). They have a POWERFUL rivalry like nobody else and are always evenly matched, bouncing one step ahead of each other. They act like they hate (platonic) each other at times but it’s sooo clear how much they care about each other. They would do anything to stop the other (cuz they are pitched rivals) but they would do anything FOR each other too. They make my head hurt and I mean this positively.

ZOSAN:

The fandom has them so wrong they are NOT CUTE YAOI they are MEAN and they FIGHT and that is their love language. They are a great example of Homestuck pitched. Sanji cooks Zoro’s favorite food because he has it memorized and Zoro eggs him on and threatens him but he’s eating the food and so clearly enjoying it and they keep up their bickering which escalates to a fight but they are fully in sync every step. They are a POWERFUL duo in fighting and they cover each other’s weaknesses FLAWLESSLY. They CARE about each other and their “love to hate” was clearly shown early on through Dorry and Broggy’s parallel, which is the same arc where this dynamic started. I don’t want them canon because I do like the friend dynamic the crew canonically has, but they are WONDERFUL in fanon.

[herearedragons]

i think i fooled myself into believing i sent an ask before whoops can i get 5, 7, 17, 25, 31, 33, 39, 40, 43, 45, 50!!!

5. If you could make only one of your OCs popular/known, who would it be?

well honestly Selene is already what I would consider a popular oc because like. more than a handful of people know who she is and have said nice things about her and people have ??? drawn her ??? unprompted ??? which is WILD shoutout to the Selene fandom once again. so if I had an option to make one (1) oc popular on a larger scale it would probably be her because I already know she'd click with people (and also she's my favorite and I'd never get sick of talking about her/seeing other people talk about her).

but also as a secondary option, Aqun and/or Adina because I feel like they have some fun nuance to them and I'd be kind of curious to see different people's takes/opinions/interpretations of them

7. Are your OCs part of any story or stories?

BDJDBSJSHSJSBSJDJDKS well?????? yes?????????

most of them are part of the story of their associated videogame, and then there's all the fic I'm writing. I do also have some non-fandom characters/settings rotating in my brain, but it's nothing concrete enough to talk about

17. Any OC OTPs?

no OCxOC ones, but a lot of OCxcanon ones tbh. if we narrow "OTP" down to One True Pairing as in "I can't envision them with anything else" then it's Selene and Edér (surprising no one) and Mae and the Devil of Caroc (which also shouldn't be surprising). if we interpret it as "favorite ship regardless of whether this PC has other ships", then I'm adding SolAqun to the list bc they've also been on the brain lately. the holy trinity of Doomed Yaoi, Undoomed Yuri and Impending Doom Het Ship

25. The OC that resembles you the most (same hobby, height, shared like/dislike for something etc?)

funnily enough probably Aqun. we look nothing alike but Aqun🤝me (multicultural, multilingual, single child, STEM, Logic and Rationality as a coping mechanism, inclined towards Making Things, burning hatred of Social Overcomplication)

31. Pick one OC of yours and explain what their tumblr blog would be like (what they reblog, layout, anything really)

Adina would 1000% be on here and her blog would be red-themed with yellow/blue/green accents, have a custom HTML theme she edited herself with artwork BY her, and it would be just all of her interests in one big pile with a barely functioning tagging system. she posts her vitaar designs a lot and her pfp is Her Actual Face with her favorite vitaar design up to date. she uses all caps/keysmashes a lot and vibes perfectly with tumblr's more absurdist kind of humor. Funny Nonsense comes to her effortlessly

33. Your shyest OC?

LORENZO. he's trying so hard to figure out how to People and having the physique of a Death Omen + an evil voice in his head is not helping. also he was a slave for the first 24-ish years of his life and old habits of Be Quiet Be Helpful Don't Speak Unless Spoken To die hard

39. Introduce any character you want

making you look at: the guy from the previous question. he's a runaway slave. he's a Ghost Bard. he was briefly possessed by the god of death and killed everyone in his master's estate with a song. he can sing ghosts into existence. he's haunted by his evil past life. he doesn't speak Aedyran (Eoran English) that well yet. HE'S SHY.

40. Any fond memories linked to your characters? Feel free to share!

@curiouslavellan I have to shout you out again because brainstorming Selene and Helaine plotlines in real time in DMs has been one of this year's highlights for sure. the people don't even know about the soul merging in POE1 and the Selene Is Dead drama in POE2. they don't even know about the werewolf au (well. one other person knows about the werewolf au)

43. Do you have any certain type when you create your OCs? Do you tend to favour some certain traits or looks? It’s time to confess

I'm going to be real, my OC creation process IS just like. *spins wheel* so what's the source of YOUR deep set feeling of alienation

45. A character you no longer use?

shoutout to this girl who is an old creepypasta OC of mine. I still care her

50. Give me the good ol’ OC talk here. Talk about anything you want

subjecting you to the mental image of Aqun and Eldritch Wolf Solas chilling together in some nice scenic place. they never got to do that but I think they should have

[aashi-heartfilia]

Could I ask who you ship in MHA?^^ also if you do emoji anons could I be this 🍙anon?^^

I ship a lot of characters in MHA and a lot of pairings that I simply enjoy, not romantically but I just love watching them on screen:

1. TogaChako: our resident Doomed Yuri

2. IzuOcha: gets too much hate for being good

3. Kacchako: maybe the ship that exists in my head only, though Daily crumbs might be responsible for this, lol. Art so good that makes you ship two characters like crazy!

4. Ochako and Mina: I wish we got more of them, my precious space girlies

5. Ochako and Hawks: Wishful thinking

Yeah, I'm the kind of person who ships Ochako with just anyone but another storyline I'm interested in is Twice and Toga. I really like this dynamic between Toga X Twice X Ochako X Hawks. That's quite a pairing I can go on and on about!

Speaking of which I also like Deku X Melissa and many other ships in MHA, but these are the only ones I can currently think of.

Also, yes you could be 🍙anon!

~See ya

[bearofohu]

ive mentioned before that in my world state my inquisitor lavellan & rook function as dual protagonists but i have not yet mentioned the very funny way in which rook gets solas and my lavellan gets mythal. in my canon i did away with the "mythal's soul is fragmented" thing because theres no reason it exists other than to justify taking away morrigan's entire character for mythal exposition, so here mythal is whole but also has absolutely no power and functions as a barely corporeal spirit

i wanted to make her actually present in my story since so much revolves around her and solas' womens wrongs, so my lavellan for the majority of the story works with her in parallel to rook working with solas

the funny thing is though, lavellan willingly works with and seeks mythal's council during her story in the south, but rook and solas are only seeking each other out because they are forced to

the bulk of the story before solavellan get back together is doomed yuri and toxic yaoi respectively. mythal walks up to lavellan and lays her head on her shoulder and murmurs to her that it is she to blame for the suffering in the south, not her

meanwhile rook is returning to solas after weisshaupt and as soon as solas is like "you should listen to my instructions next time" and rook without missing a beat says "you should kill yourself"

[kimberlynist]

In the other side there are people who only care for CroMa because they make them a girls love ship. I think nonbinary crona is best and like all girls love ships in soul eater equally

Honestly i think it’s because we’re deprived of non doomed GL. Nana and Madoka magica, togachako, look back, so on. I’ve never really seen people only care for their relationship as two girls, but i’m not too deep into the fandom. I’m sure they exist. I headcanon Crona as demigirl they/she for very personal reasons but i know that there’s more to them than gender!! Everyone’s Crona head canon is absolutely valid and i don’t judge any of them! I think sometimes they’re forced, but as long as you’re happy i honestly don’t care. (In the manga cromaka is very much so doomed “yuri” but most fans have only seen the show)

There isn’t much GL/yuri ships in soul eater either, most common i’ve seen are lizbaki and cromaka but other than that nothing else is popular. (Medusa x Marie and Marie x Azusa exist but their dynamics are kinda nonexistent with how little they interact)

Either way CroMaka is a good ship no matter how you HC Crona, i just think GNC/ENBY or AFAB Crona works more in the contexts of said ship, especially with Maka’s whole thing about not trusting men. same girl </3

thanks for the ask! it challenged my half asleep brain to write something that makes sense