#if you want to curse the void ofc

[goat--ish]

You should do it with the next cursed post you see

Paying to forced feed your post to random people is kinda weird. I still did it with my first post, but still, it’s like paying for a screen at Time Square to show strangers your mental illnesses.

[iamgonnagetyouback]

Hi ivy! For the holiday enemies to lovers prompts can you do 1,3,4 with Theo nott? Ofc you don’t have to use all of them if you don’t want to! Those 3 really stood out to me and I couldn’t pick just one 😅 thank you lovely!

SO, WHAT DOES THEODORE NOTT LIKE?.⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ㅤㅤ●ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ T. NOTT

SUMMARY ৎ୭ ever since you picked theodore nott for secret santa, you've been in absolute denial about caring. you’re definitely not going out of your way to find the perfect gift, and you’re absolutely not asking his friends totally casual questions about his interests. but when you find out he’s staying at hogwarts for the holidays, you can’t help but pry—and somehow, along the way, you might just end up learning more about him than you ever planned to

WARNINGS ಇ. a very dramatic and nosy hufflepuff, flustered moments, and a slight identity crisis when you realize you might actually like him MORE OF THESE TWO ￫ ୨ৎ A/N ಇ. assuming this is your request @astonishment, thank you so much requesting! hope you like it ‹𝟹

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ᡣ𐭩 words.ᐟ 1,673

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There were exactly 47 hours and 12 minutes until the Hogwarts Secret Santa reveal, and you were on the verge of losing your entire mind.

Why? Because you had drawn Theodore freaking Nott as your Secret Santa recipient. Of all the people at Hogwarts, it had to be him: the cold, brooding, insufferable Slytherin who looked at you like you were the human embodiment of an unwashed sock.

“I’m cursed,” you moaned dramatically, sprawled across the couch in the Hufflepuff common room. “There’s no other explanation.”

From her chair by the fireplace, your friend Sarah barely looked up from her book. “What are you on about now?”

“My life is over,” you said, tossing an arm across your eyes for good measure. “I’ve been assigned him. The human icicle. The walking void of emotion.”

Sarah blinked. “You got Theodore Nott?”

You bolted upright, grabbing her arm like she’d just offered to save you from a sinking ship. “What do I do, Sarah?! What do you get someone who hates everything? A rock? A lump of coal?”

“Well…” Sarah started, but you were already off the couch and pacing.

“He’s going to hate anything I give him,” you wailed, hands flailing. “But I can’t not give him something because then I’ll look like a terrible person, and I’m not a terrible person, Sarah! I’m a Hufflepuff! We are legally obligated to be nice!”

“Legally?” Sarah said dryly, but you ignored her.

“And I can’t ask him what he likes because then he’ll know it’s me, and then he’ll think I’m stalking him, and—oh my gosh, what if he reports me to Snape?!”

“You’re spiralling,” Sarah said, but you were already halfway out the door.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ౨ৎㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

Step one in your (brilliant, totally foolproof) plan was to interrogate Theodore’s friends. Casually. Subtly. Like a normal person.

Spoiler: You were not a normal person.

“Enzo!” you said brightly, sliding into the seat next to Lorenzo Berkshire at breakfast. “How’s it going? How’s life? How are your socks? Warm? Good. So, what does Theodore Nott like?”

Lorenzo froze mid-bite, his fork hovering in the air. “What?”

“You know, hobbies, interests, favorite snacks, deepest fears,” you said, waving a hand. “The usual.”

He narrowed his eyes at you. “Why do you want to know?”

“Oh, no reason!” You laughed—a little too loudly. “Just curious.”

“Is this for Secret Santa?” he asked, smirking. “Wait. Did you get Theo? Merlin’s beard, you got Theo!”

“NO!” you practically yelled, nearly knocking over your pumpkin juice. “Of course not! That would be absurd. Ha! Ha ha ha!”

Lorenzo leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. “You’re a terrible liar.”

“Am not!” you huffed. “I’m just… conducting a holiday-themed survey. For… science.”

“For science?” he repeated, amused. “Right. Well, Sunshine, if you’re so curious about Theo, why don’t you just ask him?”

“BECAUSE!” You threw your hands in the air. “He’s scary, Enzo! He’ll probably hex me or—I don’t know—stare at me with those stupid intense eyes of his.”

“His stupid intense eyes?” Enzo grinned, waggling his eyebrows. “Are you sure you don’t like him?”

“WHAT?!” You nearly fell out of your chair. “I don’t like him! I despise him! He’s rude and annoying and—ugh—he breathes too smugly!”

“Sure,” Enzo said, clearly not convinced. “Whatever you say, Sunshine.”

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You were nothing if not persistent. So, against your better judgment, you cornered Theodore himself in the library.

“What are you doing for the holidays?” you asked, plopping into the chair across from him.

Theodore didn’t even look up from his book. “Why do you ask and/or care?”

“I don’t care,” you said quickly. “I was just… wondering.”

He finally glanced at you, one dark eyebrow raised. “Why?”

“Because I’m nice,” you said, gesturing vaguely. “And curious. And it’s the holidays! Aren’t we supposed to, like, bond or something?”

“I’d rather not,” he said, turning a page.

You scowled. “Wow. You really know how to spread holiday cheer, don’t you?”

“Was there a point to this?” he asked, looking at you like you were a particularly annoying fly buzzing around his head.

“Yes,” you said, folding your arms. “The point is… I was just wondering if you’re going home for Christmas.”

“No,” he said shortly. “Now, are we done here?”

Your scowl deepened. “Why aren’t you going home?”

“Why do you care?” he shot back.

“I don’t!” you said, your voice a little too high-pitched. “I just… thought you might be lonely or something.”

Theodore’s lips twitched into the faintest smirk. “Worried about me, Sunshine?”

“No!” you said, cheeks burning. “Don’t flatter yourself, Nott. I was just—ugh, forget it!”

You stood up so quickly you almost knocked over your chair, muttering under your breath as you stomped away. Behind you, Theodore chuckled softly.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ౨ৎㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

By some miracle (or maybe sheer stubbornness), you managed to find the perfect gift: a leather-bound journal, simple yet elegant, with Theodore’s initials embossed on the cover.

When the time came for the Secret Santa exchange, you watched nervously as he unwrapped it, your palms clammy and your heart pounding.

He stared at the journal for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Then, he looked up, his piercing green eyes locking onto yours.

“Did you…?” he started, but you cut him off.

“It’s not a big deal!” you said quickly, waving your hands. “I just—I mean, you don’t have to like it or anything. It’s fine if you hate it. I just thought—”

“Mio sole,” he interrupted, his voice softer than you’d ever heard it. “It’s perfect.”

You froze, your brain short-circuiting. “It… it is?”

He nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Thank you.”

For a moment, you just stared at him, completely dumbfounded. Then, because you didn’t know what else to do, you blurted, “You’re welcome! Merry Christmas! Okay, bye!”

You practically sprinted out of the room, your face burning, but you couldn’t stop the smile spreading across your face.

Maybe Theodore Nott wasn’t so bad after all.

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Later, when you were sitting by the fire, Lorenzo plopped down beside you with a smug grin.

“So,” he said, nudging you. “You gave Theo his gift. How’d it go?”

“Fine,” you said, playing with the hem of your sweater. “He liked it.”

“‘Liked it,’” Lorenzo repeated. “That’s all you’re gonna say?”

“Yes,” you said firmly. “That’s all.”

Lorenzo smirked. “You’re blushing, Sunshine.”

“I am not!”

Across the room, Theodore caught your eye, and for the briefest moment, he smiled—a real, genuine smile. Your heart did a little flip, and you quickly looked away.

Lorenzo laughed. “Yeah. Totally not blushing.”

“Shut up, Enzo!”

Lorenzo's laughter trailed off as you smacked his arm, though he didn’t stop smirking like the absolute menace he was. You crossed your arms and sank deeper into your seat, huffing.

“Say, Enzo,” you began, your voice carefully nonchalant, “you know Italian, right?”

He raised a curious eyebrow but shrugged. “Yeah, of course.”

You turned to face him, fiddling nervously with the hem of your sleeve. “What does… uh… mio sole mean?”

The smirk that spread across his face was so smug, you immediately regretted asking. “Ohhh,” he drawled, leaning closer with a mischievous glint in his eye. “Who called you that?”

“No one!” you said, your voice jumping an octave. “I just heard it somewhere, that’s all. Totally random. Not a big deal!”

Enzo’s eyebrows wiggled like he was performing some sort of comedy act. “Not a big deal, huh? Sure. Well, it means ‘my sun.’ You know, like…” He trailed off dramatically before pointing straight at you. “Sunshine. My sunshine.”

Your face burned so hot, you were pretty sure you were moments away from combusting. “Oh,” you squeaked, your voice barely audible.

Enzo leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, looking entirely too pleased with himself. “So, Sunshine, care to explain who’s been whispering sweet nothings in Italian to you?”

“No one!” you said again, practically shouting this time. “I told you, I just heard it somewhere! That’s all! Ugh, you’re so annoying, Enzo!”

“I’m annoying?” he said with mock offense. “You’re the one coming to me with your mysterious Italian phrases. Next thing I know, you’ll be asking me how to confess your undying love to Theo in flawless Tuscan dialect.”

Your gasp was so loud, half the common room turned to look at you. “Excuse me?!”

Enzo’s smirk widened. “You’re excused.”

You sputtered incoherently, your brain a tangled mess of embarrassment and indignation. “I—he—there is nothing—you are impossible, Lorenzo Berkshire!”

Enzo laughed so hard, he nearly fell out of his chair. Meanwhile, you crossed your arms and buried your face in your hands, silently vowing to never speak to him again.

Across the room, Theodore caught your eye once more, his lips quirking up in a small, knowing smile. Your stomach flipped again, and you quickly turned away, cheeks blazing.

Enzo, noticing the exchange, gasped dramatically. “It is Theo, isn’t it?! Sunshine, you sly little—”

“ENOUGH!” You groaned, grabbing a cushion and whacking him with it. Enzo, of course, only laughed harder.

©iamgonnagetyouback౨ৎ please refrain from copying, translating, or reposting any of my work, translate, or repost any of my work.

[starhvney]

𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐒

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: mystreet laurance x fem!reader

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: all it takes is one slip up to get yourself in danger, but your boyfriend would never let you fall… too hard

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: angst, hurt/comfort, established relationship

𝐂𝐖: stalking by a customer, break in and attempted kidnapping (but laurance saves you ofc)

𝐀/𝐍: needed this comfort i was feeling angsty

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

you thought nothing of it when your coworker had to leave early for a family emergency, shooing them off to take care of their personal business and leaving you to close up the night shift alone.

you’re not sure how that issue didn’t cross your mind until you were alone in the building, with not another soul in the vicinity to protect you or be your witness. 

it was a stupid blunder on your part, really. there had been a very persistent customer recently who has taken a strange liking to you. anytime you looked he’d already be watching you, distrustful eyes constantly trained on your figure. you clocked his intentions immediately, and made sure to always have at least one other person with you when you closed up for the night. 

especially when he got increasingly more forward. he tried to act like you were friends, greeting you with a smile that lacked warmth and always trying to pick up conversations with you. at first you played along. his questions seemed innocent enough, and you always had an excuse of having to get back to work when it started to get horribly awkward.

that was before his curiosity got much more specific and very obviously intentional, despite how he tried to play it off.

“we should go have fun together sometime.”

“do you have a boyfriend?”

“do you live alone?”

“is that your car on the side of the building?”

when you’d avoid the question and ask him why, he’d nervously laugh it off like you were the strange one, saying he just liked to be friendly with everyone. it’s not like you were anything special. 

your panic is amplified when you see him approaching the glass front doors that clearly had the closed sign facing forward. despite watching him reach for the handle like a deer in headlights, you still jolted and nearly dropped the mop from your hands when the sound of the locks against the metal threshold clanged and echoed in the empty building.

you’re still frozen when you watch him cup his hands, glancing into the now dimly lit interior. his dark eyes land on you, pinning you in place and leaving you lightheaded in panic. he smiles that same, terribly cold smile, one of his hands pointing towards the door handles.

“we’re closed.” you announce loudly, enough for him to hear through the thin glass separating you. you curse at the uncertain shakiness to your statement. 

he pauses before gesturing at the door again, smile pleading as if he just needed a small favor. you shake your head no, and feel the blood drain from your face as his expression slowly drops. those eyes bore into you with a blank expression, void of any good will he might be capable of.

he bangs on the door twice, making you jump in place at the sudden rattling sound it makes against the locks. you set down the mop, backing away while keeping your eyes fearfully trained on him. shaky hands grasp onto your phone, quickly dialing up laurance as the stare down continues. 

“hey, my love. you headed home?”

“can you come pick me up? please,” you beg in a shaky voice, watching as the man trailed back into the darkness where you couldn’t see from the front windows.

“what?” his voice quickly changes to a startled clarity, and you faintly hear the noise of quick shuffling and the jangling of keys through the line. “what’s wrong?”

“that guy is outside, he wants to get in and i’m here alone-“

“you’re there alone?!” he cuts you off.

“yes, my coworker had an emergency. i’m really scared.”

you’re backing up into the employee’s breakroom, whipping your head between the front entrance and the side entrance where everyone clocks in and out for the day.

“i’m already on my way, just stay where you are. i’ll be there in five minutes, okay?” he tries to softly reassure you, despite the tense grit in his tone.

“but the drive is ten-“

“i’ll be there in five.”

“okay…”

“have you called the police?”

“no.”

“okay, hang up with me now and call them.”

you stutter out another shaky okay, before hesitantly hanging up on him and dialing the emergency line. it doesn’t take you long to explain everything to the bored-sounding operator, who tells you dispatch will be there in less than ten minutes.

your eyes dart from both doorways, to the clock, back to the doorway, and the time again. it’s been four minutes since you called laurance. your routine is interrupted by the startling noise of glass shattering by the front. you cover your mouth as panic fills your lungs, face and limbs going cold. 

“miss? hello? what was that?”

“he broke in,” you whisper, stumbling and backing towards the other exit.

“do you have a place to hide? hello? miss?” 

you don’t hear the operator as you lower the phone from your face, straining to hear any movement from the other side of the door and only receiving eerie quietness in return. slowly, you reach behind you, unlocking the bolt to the back entrance to make a run for your car. before you can turn to open the door, it flies open from behind you, harshly clipping your back and sending you stumbling forward.

a startled scream leaves your lips as you turn, throwing your phone as hard as you can into the man’s head. he cusses in pain, giving you enough time to dive over the break table and sprint through the doorway, ducking your head through the now-broken front door.

glass crunching under a second pair of footsteps behind you barely gives you any alert before a hand harshly tugs your shirt back. another hand grips onto your arm before headlights pull dangerously fast into the parking lot.

tires skid to a sudden stop, screeching and burning rubber into the concrete.

“HEY!”

the hands leave you, shoving you down into the concrete below you. footsteps rush past you, and you turn to see laurance running after your attacker. he snatches him by the shoulders, yanking him down and slamming him into the concrete below.

“you piece of-“ he starts, but he’s too overwhelmed by anger to even utter another word. 

you can hear the crack from where you sat, as laurance’s fist crushed down into the man’s face. he doesn’t stop there though, lifting him up by the short hair on his scalp and punching him back down into the ground again. you watch in shock until you see blood visibly splatter on the concrete next to him. 

“laurance!” you cry out, voice shaky as you stare at him wide-eyed. 

he immediately stops at the call of his name, looking up at you with shaky breaths. he finally focuses on the state you’re in, kicking the practically unconscious man into the pavement one last time before rushing over to you.

he kneels next to you, his breath uneven and angry as he exhales through his nose in an attempt to calm down for you. hands raised to hold your head, thumbs wiping tears you didn’t know had begun to fall. he pulls you close, tucking you safely into his arms that still shook with adrenaline. 

“it’s okay, baby. i got you, you’re safe.”

his eyes dart down to your bruised and scraped hands from where you fell, one of his hands maneuvering your leg to reveal a large gash through your pants. you realize you must have sliced yourself on the broken glass on your run out, too overwhelmed by fear to even notice it ripping into your skin.

another angered sigh leaves laurance’s mouth and his head whips back to the man moaning in pain against the sidewalk, as if he was debating finishing the job.

red and blue lights interrupt whatever inner battle he was having with himself, as two cruisers whip in next to his car. you lift your head, pointing towards the pathetic heap of a man behind you as the officers rush out.

laurance’s leather jacket is then tightly wrapped around your shoulders, before his arms hook behind your back and under your legs. he lifts you up delicately but with a certain firm strength, like you’d crack like porcelain if he even slightly faltered.

the scent of his familiar cologne wafted up through the warmth of his jacket, and you practically melted at the immediate comfort it brought you. you feel dizzy as the adrenaline leaves your veins, resting your head against his shoulder and closing your eyes, letting the bright red and blue lights paint shapes across your eyelids.

“let’s get you patched up and then we’ll get you home safe, okay my love? i’ll never let something like this happen again.”

©starhvney, 2024. please do not steal or repost my works as your own.

[charmedreincarnation]

TW: SA, possibly death??

Hey there fellow witches and warlocks, it's spooky season and I am loving it! I recently discovered the void state through yoga nidra and your reverse psychology method charm, and I was ready to manifest my dream life. October is my birth month and my favorite season, so I was excited to see what the universe had in store for me and whoa did it come through.

It's unfortunate to see that SA victims like me and others are still getting death and rape threats. I was inspired by a blog who shared her experience with yoga nidra, but then deactivated due to trolls sending her horrible messages. It's sad to see people hating on others' success, but we won't let them bring us down.

I manifested everything I desired of course my mind came through!! - from my desired face, body, aura, zodiac, personality, voice, talents, friends, family, and so much more. A few things I've manifested include a dark academia mansion, billionaire parents who aren't known, a witchy and Halloween-themed small business, and an eco-friendly private jet.

I know some of you may be concerned about the "death note" I've manifested, but it's just for fun - I'm a huge fan of Light Yagami from Death Note. I won't actually use it, but it's a cool spook factor to have.

Here’s a tiny list anyways ⬇️

🎃Desired face, body, aura zodiac, personality, voice, talents, friends, family and so much more. I had this long wattpadd story ass list that I obviously won’t share here but trust me my mind came through .

🎃open minded witchy family, dark academia ass mansion, Pinterest dark academia wardrobe in my massive closet that’s the size of a room, billionaire parents who aren’t known (I love my privacy and I love being mysterious), wattpadd billionaire love story to happen in the future. Yes not now…. I’ve been ugly all my life so I want to be a slut right for a bit not sorry, everyone loves and falls in love with me, Idgaf personality, Scorpio sun moon and rising, bold attitude that is adored, but a kind heart for the people I love and so much more. Again like most people I had a very long list on my google documents

🎃I own a witchy candy and Halloween small business!!! but I’m going to be making 100 million dollars a year so I will be a billionaire in the future. I like working and having a craft and it’s just so me, ugh I love my life !!! But I’m going to hire my two best friends that I manifested so we can all be successful rich witch bitches who travel the world and have too much money to spend

🎃an environment friendly private jet. It won’t affect the environment as I love the environment but I also hate flying commercial! I’m also vegan now, I couldn’t be one before due to health issues, but I love animals 🥹🥹🥹 and now I’m rich enough to have healthy tasty cruelty free food.

🎃anyone who sends death threats, rape threats, or engages in a bitter manner on that tea page including the owner will never get into the void until they grow up and acknowledge that they’re weirdos. I’m not as forgiving as these other big blogs. Bye ✌️

🎃anytime I say “you’ll die alone” when im arguing with a man 🤮🤮 (incels, misgyonists, racists not men who aren’t insufferable ofc love y’all) they actually will, and no one will ever love them, until they grow up and once again acklowege their faults. As you can see I’m very into vigilante justice and I’m petty 👻 I’m a witch anyways so now my craft will be perfect.

🎃all my spells and curses work! And any harm attempted to be done to me always backfires On the person 10x worse ! Yea this is my world everyone’s just living in it.

🎃psychokenis, my eyes being able to turn red, divine protection for me and my loved ones, the ability to speak to animals, and never aging. The last thing I manifested a way to benefit all !!!! research age regression and see how we will all be eternal youthful witch bitches in the future ;) I got inspired by my grandma who retired but us too old to enjoy her life. Now she can and we call be 150 and still sexy with 0 bodily pain. I also always hated how we slowly decompose and lose bodily function until we die.. like why can’t we be sexy and bodily abled forever!! This will also help with health issues and diseases like cancer! Just one way to give back for my blessings. And the rest is just to spook bitches tbh I don’t plan on actually doing anything but speaking to animals.

🎃I manifested a death note. Now before y’all start I just really love light yagami I don’t think I will actually use it or maybe I will just to spook bitches but whatever

🎃so much more that I don’t want to share because it’s too long!

So, fellow hot bitches and witches , keep manifesting your dreams and never let anyone bring you down. Remember, we were born to be happy, rich, and loved. It is in your DNA and my word is final !!!!! I’m gonna leave my dream life and be a whore now lova yaaaa 🖤🖤🖤

Lmfao slay 😭😭 idk if it’s too early or what but this sending me for some reason! Anyways I wish you all the best in your life and dreams. Have a great spooky season! I love witches and Halloween too 🧞‍♀️🧞‍♀️

[ephemerensis]

Shoreline // Tim Drake x GN! Reader

sorry this took so long lol i’ve developed a stalker and things r getting crazy! face card don’t decline ig. tim and you have different moral values and it makes you feel bad. this is for my ppl with anger issues! not proofread ofc xoxo.

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For most of your life you couldn’t escape this overwhelming sense of apathy. This is not to say you were heartless, you teared up watching sad movies and felt the lull of your heartstrings when someone had the courage to cry in front of you. Nonetheless, you always felt like you had a seed of anger sown into the pith of your core, instilled in you from birth. So then you were cursed, eternally to feel things too strongly and with a propensity for holding things too tightly. You fought to deny it, because like all creatures— spiteful is your nature but good is your resolve. But the world has a funny way of working the empathy out of a person, or rather people have such a keen sense for selfishness, caring becomes worthless.

And bitterness fills the void; you are justified in this. Which made it so easy to feel the irritation creep under your skin when someone who wronged you was living happily or the impending sense of anger when you were spoken over or whatever other inconvenience you decided to stake your heart out for. None of it mattered, and that’s why you cared so deeply for it.

It got worse when your parents were taken, ripped from you violently, the only people you never had the heart to be spiteful towards. After that, it became incurable. That anger you were born with, that festered in you. There was no escaping it now.

However, the simple truth was that you didn’t need to. You were justified in this. These were the cards you’d been dealt, and if you wanted to move forward you’d have to play a mean game. This is way of the world. Of course, all this changed when you met him.

Kind, benevolent, Tim.

Like all people you’d crossed, when you met him you wanted to look for his flaws, some evil in him you could exploit. Something you could cling to in case he’d gotten close enough to hurt your feelings; an insurance. You turned up empty.

It wasn’t until a month into joining the Batman brigade and getting acquainted with the flow of things that you’d actually spoken. He was always on his own missions you never got the chance. You could never forget the way he smiled at you then, as if all the good in the world were compressed into one person and it were now beaming at you with the shattering force of the gentle sun.

Sitting on the edge of a skyscraper close to sunset, you were peering down at the throng of people moving about their lives like ants in a pile; pouring over each other, melting and blending. In particular you were fixated on a small group of people, shoving each other as they walked and laughing at just about anything anyone said. Everything about them was obnoxious and it made you nauseous. Before you could think anything else, a voice broke you out of your stupor.

“Pretty sure this is my patrol route.” You turned around to see Red Robin walking towards you, fully suited and equipped.

“I’m done with my patrol.” You watched as he approached the edge of the building, kneeling beside you to peek down.

“Then who are we watching?”

You didn’t want to tell him, because they hadn’t done anything wrong. Not lawfully anyway. You were doing it out of spite, out of a grudge you let fester for too long; watching them when they crossed your path hoping they’d choke or something. But you didn’t have to tell him, you were staring hard enough for him to figure it out.

So he pointed at them and you confirmed. And he asked you about it and you denied everything. The only explanation you could offer was that they did something wrong to you, and that was all.

His interest in the matter confused you, more so you were used to people ignoring what didn’t serve them. They’d only listen to give you vague advice and feel good for it, or because they felt an obligation, or something similar. But he’d never met you, and he hadn’t a thing to say to you after. He just sat and watched.

It was only after a couple minutes that he spoke again, “don’t you think it’s a waste of time?”

“What?” His question caught you off guard. Out of all the things you were expecting him to say, this wasn’t among them. It was surprising enough that he lingered this long when there was nothing to observe, he was supposed to be patrolling.

“What are you trying to get out of it?” His voice was so even when he talked to you, without an ounce of judgement or malice or sympathy.

You didn’t know what to say because you weren’t sure. Maybe watching them gave you more reasons to hate them, and that justified everything somehow, made you feel better to reinforce that they were terrible. Or maybe you wanted to catch them in the act of something heinous. Would jailing them sate you? Maybe you just needed something bad to happen. Would you save them? And if you didn’t, what does that make you? “…I don’t know.”

You don’t know why, but something in you begged for his approval right then. Something about him spurred on a desire to be liked, more strongly than anyone else had ever made you feel it. Not out of peer pressure or because he was pretty, just because he seemed like he knew better.

“They’re not going to apologize.” You frowned, gaze glued to the people beneath the building. As if he could sense your mood darkening, he cleared his throat to add on.

“You’re right, if you think they did something wrong to you then you’re right. But they won’t believe that, no matter what you do. Forget about it,” he reached over to pat your shoulder in some consolatory manner and that’s when you looked up at him.

With the way he beamed at you, swallowed by the sun, the anger bubbling up in your throat stilled and you knew immediately you’d never be the same after. And he surprised you again, sundering you to the earth with four simple words.

“I’ll believe you instead.”

And it really wasn’t fair after that. As cautious and pessimistic as you were, it was impossible not to like him. For every grievance you could invent, he could conjure the words to sate them, and never with an ounce of animosity or condescension. Tim treated the world with a grace you’d never known to find, as if anger never had a place. And he never looked at you how you saw yourself, pathetic and miserable; he treated you like you were a person, anger, apathy, and all. So of course you liked him, like Icarus to the sun, you felt him soften your waxen morals.

If he ever had an ulterior motive for putting up with you, you’d never known it— nor would you believe anything ill spoken of him for a moment. When you got to know him, really know him, enough to let down your guard, you decided he was what you wanted to stake your life on.

So you did. It wasn’t as if everything negative you felt disappeared overnight. In fact, it never went away at all. But you wanted it to. The closer you got to him, the more you let Tim drive your moral compass, and the less you let your distaste for the world rule you. And everything became about him.

His eyes, his hobbies, his values, his voice, his thoughts. All consuming until you weren’t sure where he ended and you began.

“What are you listening to?” He’d appeared silently and suddenly into your frame of view that day, catching you in one of the very few moments when you were off guard. Face dangling over your book from where you were strewn across the couch, his abrupt appearance broke you out of your own little world and jolted you back to reality. If it were anyone else, you’d be pissed.

Instead you couldn’t help the smile that broke across your face, shoving your headphones off and setting your book aside. “It’s this playlist I put together, for reading mostly, since Bruce banned music on patrols.” Before he could ask, you’d already extended the headphones in Tim’s direction and your phone with the playlist open to shortly follow.

“Oh I love this song.” You knew that, of course, and you loved it too. At least you thought you did, but you couldn’t tell the difference. Only that every song you’d included was tailored to his taste, and that you liked them well enough when they played. The surface things that were easy to change or mimic, you did. Because he was perfect.

“Me too,” you whispered. While you were watching him, he glanced at your reading selection with a tender curiosity.

“Is that Kafka? How is it?” With the music blaring over his ears, he spoke just a few decibels too loud for the ambiance the reading room provided. Tim’s voice was warm, echoing off the walls and all encompassing. He must’ve realized it too, sliding them off his ears and setting them down.

“It’s good I think, but I don’t really get it.” Truthfully you were four pages in, but just felt like spontaneously skipping ahead. “I think I should’ve researched Milena first for context.”

As if he were possessed or hit by lightning, Tim suddenly shifted his tone. Quiet and soft like ghosting fingers over skin he said, looking at you suddenly as if you were something delicate, “a living fire, such as I have never seen.”

“…What?” Struck and rooted from the change in his demeanor, you didn’t dare interpret his words. And again he changed, breaking into a grin from where he stood hovered over you.

“It’s pretty right?”He indicated for you to make room, inserting himself next to you. “That’s how Kafka describes Milena. I can give you all the context you need.”

To be clear, it was never one sided, Tim took to you too, even though you didn’t really know why. There were times you thought he saw you as some pity passion philanthropy project, with all his benevolence and understanding. But there were other times when you really thought he liked being around you. It was in the way he watched your face when you talked, prodded you with questions when you thought no one would care about what you had to say, stroked your hair when you were teary eyed. More than liking you, he wanted to know you beyond the mimicry you practiced, and you were equally amazed and terrified about what he saw through the cracks.

In those moments, everything terrible you thought existed about you disappeared. Or at the very least, they weren’t so bad.

Like any other person on the planet you had your terrible days, and especially for emotional hermits like yourself, it was the culmination of all those minor wrongs combined with the tipping point of a negative thought that dragged you under the waves. In those moments you felt like you were drowning, flailing your arms and gasping for air on the way down. Because it was all too much when you finally gave yourself any room to feel, and with your aversion to weakness and vulnerability, you never had anyone to cast you a lifeline. You just had to flail alone; there wasn’t a thing you knew to do about it.

It was no different the day you’d found yourself reeling on the floor of your bedroom, shoulders shaking with your hand clasped firmly over your mouth; being as quiet as you could to reconcile the voice in your head and keep others from hearing as you had a million times before. You don’t know what exactly was so wrong with it, but you could only be honest with yourself like this, when you knew another soul wouldn’t know. But Tim always seemed to have a third sense for these things, and you always seemed to know he’d be coming.

So by the time the worst of it was over, you’d gathered yourself together enough only for your breath to hitch with each heave of your chest. The door knob turned, in he stepped. As usual, he came bustling in with a thought on his lips, already shedding the heavier parts of his suit to your floors and chairs before greeting you.

“Crime fighting on Sundays sucks, it’s like they’re all trying to… Are you crying again?”

“No.” The crack you sounded and the congestion in your voice gave you away before you could defend yourself. Of course, being ever reliable he was by your side in three brisk steps, making the bed dip under his weight beside you.

“Do you want to talk about it?” With your head buried in your arms you could still feel him looking at you.

“No.” Talking, even in the slightest, made it worse. Undoing the progress you’d made in calming yourself, you could feel your heart rate spike again as your feelings came bubbling up. Especially with him around, his clarity and lack of negativity, it was easy to feel filthy next to him.

“Okay.” And you think he knew it too, the way he said nothing and grabbed for your hand while your breath hitched over and over. Only thumbing circles into your palms so you knew he was there, but not too much to overstimulate you. A hug in this state would end you, he feared.

But he eased you into it, reaching to gingerly pat your back when your breathing slowed again. Pulling your head into his shoulder and caressing your skull with his palm if you let him, and you always did. And when you felt bad enough for eating up his time, and needing of resolution, you spoke, “…do you think I’ll ever amount to anything?”

“I think I’m biased. I told you I’d believe in you, didn’t I?” His heartbeat was steady under your cheek, and with your ear pressed to his chest you swore you felt like you were falling into the cavity when he spoke, voice reverberating into your ears. You didn’t know if he was comforting you or dismissing you, but then he always left you a little confused.

“Be nothing for all I care,” he said coolly, “it’ll be the greatest nothing to ever exist. Swallow the sun like an eclipse or tear apart the Earth like a black hole, even in totality you’ll find a way to shine.”

When he spoke to you like that, it was impossible not to entertain it; the idea that you were lovable and worthwhile and good. But you weren’t stupid. If you wanted to believe it, you had to be it. And if you wanted to be it, you had to stay it. Could you? Abandon the only sense of self you’d known?

Tim helped, but he wasn’t a cure, just an excuse. It was woven into your nature after all, that natural born apathy and incessant anger. You felt terrible when you felt it bubble up, the truly mean or spiteful things you’d think of other people. Knowing he wouldn’t do the same and knowing he’d disapprove; in those times you felt like you were the wrong in the world and of course you never acted on these impulses. But you weren’t a deity or a therapist, essence wasn’t so easily changed.

As a result, there were the benign things. The things your selfish heart had normalized so well, you never considered they’d be an object of contest in his eyes. But it wasn’t so much in the way he disapproved of them, more therein that he dismissed them. Arbitrary thoughts and actions that mattered to you, because they were the only parts you thought you had left of yourself, no matter how unserious. And more importantly, they were the bits and pieces that you thought weren’t so bad.

“I had to save that one guy the other day, can you believe that?” The two of you were grabbing ice cream at your favorite local joint. His more so than yours, it didn’t serve cookies and cream and it always melted a little too quick for your liking.

“The one you told me you couldn’t stand?” You nodded, dragging an M&M along the surface of the scoop to watch its color dye the cream. It felt a little bad that you complained enough for Tim to know who you were talking about, but then maybe he was an amazing listener.

“I wanted to drop kick him or something. At the very least I wish I didn’t have to help.” Half truth. More so you wished the man you saved had the courage to thank you after, or at the very least, feel sorry for all the wrong he caused you. But he didn’t know it was you, dressed in your mask and spandex, and even if he did nothing would change. So while the nagging voice in you made you scoop him out of harm’s way, you half wished you dropped him into the pavement mid-swing. Then you wouldn’t feel so bad.

“But you did! That’s something.” He reached over to wipe a bit of cream off your lip with his thumb. It felt dismissive, but this was him approving. This was Tim thinking you were good. And that was worth something.

But of course, the way your brain was wired, you were still bitter. And you still wanted approval for it. Something needed to be said, benign, but enough to sate your anger.

“But it still feels wrong. Hypothetically, if it was raining really bad and he just happened to be in the same building… would it be so bad if I took his umbrella?” A cold. That was the extent of your malice now.

“Well...” Tim shrugged, making it a point to indicate his skepticism.

“But he’s a bad person,” you said eagerly, prodding for him to agree.

He chuckled, shaking his head, “you’re so silly sometimes.”

And with the smile you plastered on your face, no one could tell how little you felt. It was those moments that made you realize your rotten nature was irreversible, every good you’d ever felt was a command given to a dog that listened.

But anger is a feeling that festers, and the less you said, the worse it got. You couldn’t ignore or mask it anymore than you could deny your identity. The rot was there, and it felt terrible, and you were realizing just how disgusting it was. While you always excused yourself as some tragic character, the truth is there are no characters. No plot lines or story arcs you could hide behind. You’re a bitter person because you’re a shitty person, and there’s no cure for that.

So you disrupted your delusions; confronted them for what you were worth. When you came to terms, you understood. You’d never be what he expected. And when he asked you out, officially, one day, you knew what to say.

The sun flooded the room then, despite the drapes being drawn mostly shut. The two of you sprawled over each other on the floor, lounging the comfort of your friendship. For the better half of an hour, you’d been reading shitty poetry you found online together, laughing at the more ridiculous ones as if you could do any better.

When you tired, you laid in silence.

“I like you,” he said. You scoffed, waving your hand dismissively.

“Duh, I like you too.” Tim sat upright, staring down at you with a serious glint in his marine eyes. And your smile faded, staring back in dread and anticipation.

“No, I like you.” It was doomed. Of course you liked him, you weren’t dumb, but not like this. When he continued in your silence, it confirmed it, Tim didn’t know a thing you were thinking. “Would you go out with me?”

His awkward smile and the tilt of his head made it worse. Stupidly angelic as if he couldn’t help it.

“No.”

Something flickered in his eyes and you held your breath, as if he would explode now. If he was confused he was right to be, because everyone knew you liked him. There wasn’t anyone else you got along with.

“What?” His smile faded and you picked yourself off the floor, drawing your knees to you.

“I can’t.”

“But you like me,” he pressed. You couldn’t read his face, it was the same expression he used during training or chess. Blank and defensive, it scared you. If there were a time to crawl back in your shell it’d be now, but you had to be open. He needed to know you were sincere, you needed to be the understanding one.

“But I can’t.”

“Can’t what?”

“I can’t change.” If he were confused that’d be one thing, it would mean you were wrong and he didn’t think as negatively of you as you thought. But he wasn’t confused, whether it be hurt at your misunderstanding or disappointment in your declination, it wasn’t confusion and he knew what you were talking about.

“I’ve never expected that of you.” You knew from the quiver of the corner of his mouth he was upset, hiding it behind his otherwise unfaltering expression.

“But you do. I see it when you look at me,” you responded with a small smile to help indicate you weren’t bitter. Maybe it came out wrong anyway, you’re good at that. “You’re loving and sweet and smart and kind. But I can’t do it, Tim. I can’t be good.”

“I’m not asking you to.” And he looked so puppy like saying it you almost caved.

“I don’t think you’ll like me if I don’t.” The frown he’d been holding back etched itself onto his face. You could tell he wanted to argue. But he was a good person. In Tim’s head you could see the clogs turning, weighing what was worth it; telling you his truth or validating your feelings, considering which would mean the most.

So before he came to conclusion, and said more to change your mind, you interjected. “I’ve thought about it more than you’d know. In some universe we are the perfect match, you are the perfect match for me. Where all your good balances out my incompetence, but not this one. You don’t have the patience and I don’t have the gall. I’m going to make you bitter and you know it. Not this one.”

Tim held your gaze before looking at the floor, and you mourned the loss of drowning in his blue depths, “but if your good balanced out my incompetence?”

You shook your head a little, “I don’t have an ounce you could use. This is all I am and all I’ll ever be.”

“And if I disagreed?”

“You know I’m right, and I’m a little tired of conceding. It’s all I seem to do around you.”

“And if in another universe you said the same thing to me? And the next?” Outside, the weather looked so temperate and effervescent, teasingly steadfast in its resolve. He didn’t sound angry or dejected, just as he normally did. Gentle and even, as he looked at you again with something akin to how the tide felt lapping against your calves. Ebbing and ebbed, and slowly pulling you to its epicenter as you sink into the sand.“In every world you exist, you’ll be afraid. But in this one nothing’s happened. We exist in the same space, in the same time. You have a choice, I want a chance, if you’d accept it. Is it so much to overcome?”

But the tide gets you nothing but wrinkled fingertips and the taste of sand. It was time you pulled yourself out before you couldn’t swim back. Out to chase the shoreline again, in and out, afraid of the water.

“Yes.”

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@jedidiah1201

[dreamii-krybaby]

Mom always taught me to take all my chances so-

Today is my birthday :D

Oh my dark gods I feel OLD *cries*

Anyways, since is my birthday..

To all Murder Drones artists, may I humbly request some uh- Yeva fanart? Yes, yes, am insane for this woman ok? She has me on a fucking CHOKEHOLD, curse my ADHD for making me obsess over this silly deceased robot mom who haunts the narrative.

Ofc only do this if you fully want to and can, this is for the sillies and for fun, I don’t wanna make anyone feel obligated!!!

And if u can and want to use a mainly red or red-ish color palette and make her hot, not in a “omg you have a sexy ideal body” way, nah, nah

I mean in a “you have oil dripping from your mouth and look like a deranged traumatized mentally ill vampire/demon omg that is so fucking hot please ma’am take all of the oil you need” way,

or in a “god you’re in so much pain and agony and broken and insane but holy shit does this look like something you could post under #aesthetic in Pinterest” way

Idk make her smoke cigarettes, or drink wine, or just stare into the void to judge your sins, or just be a corpse, or her just casually smiling, or just doing some expression or no expression at all, yeet there some religious/MD symbolism if u want

Or just be a silly lil doodle of her doing whatever

[tpfw01]

Bingjiu x I Have to Be a Great Villain/I Want to be a Big Baddie Fic Idea

Fuuuuck. I was rereading I Have to Be a Great Villain/I Want to be a Big Baddie when it dawned on me how to make it into an SVSSS au.

Gonna be forever before I write this into a full fic so might as well throw the idea into the void.

Post-PIDW, Shen Jiu is dying in the pot. No matter what LBH tries, there's no way to save him. SJ is breathing his last breath when a villain system companion shows up and explains to him that they've been watching his life and decided that he's a perfect candidate to become a host.

Basically, SJ has to go into different worlds/novels and act as the villain. His role is fulfilled after he dies (the villain is usually killed by the MC) and he'll get reward points for it. The companion tells SJ that he can buy items in the shop with the points. One of them is the Tianming Ling, which can send him back to his past. SJ accepts, not for himself ofc but to reset everything to save CQM sect and YQY.

SJ gets assigned a novel where SJ is a disgraced prince taken in as a war prisoner/hostage. Despite hardships over the years, he becomes a trusted family friend to the royal family and they put him in charge of raising and tutoring the newborn prince. Who else, but Luo Binghe?

SJ is appalled seeing the familiar name and their resemblance. But he still has to do his villain missions to make LBH hate him. There's something odd about this kid though, he's not quite sure what, but LBH gives SJ the creeps.

After LBH turns 17, SJ betrays their kingdom by helping their neighboring, defeated kingdoms launch a coup. It's successful but LBH escapes (the plot dictates that he just gets away, but in this version, something goes wrong and SJ secretly gets him out). 5 years later, LBH is back with an army and retakes his throne. SJ, the villain, is supposed to be executed but... LBH takes him instead.

"What the hell is wrong with this LBH?" SJ curses, as LBH promises that he won't ever harm SJ. He asks SJ to become his empress, and SJ and the companion are befuddled how did the MC become messed up.

Unfortunately for LBH, the villain is bound to die, no matter what. It's inevitable. An enemy surprise-attacks throwing a spear at LBH, which SJ takes for him (not to save him, SJ just saw it as an opportunity to die and leave this world).

SJ is dying. The ringing in his ears and the notification sounds from the villain system on the success prevent him from hearing LBH say: "Ahh. He got away again. Don't worry, I'll follow you into the next life as well, Shizun."

RAAAA how's that for a first few chapters?! I've got the idea for the last arc/chapter ready in my mind too. Curses! Agony! I wanna write but I don't wanna be half-assed not finishing the rest of my works before this asdfghjl

No, LBH will not have mind-reading powers like in the og manhwa. He doesn't need it aha.

[rayshippouuchiha]

Ray Ray, darling Void. I need to impart to you the AU that has been eating my brain for months:

Casually Magical Stark Industries.

Just, sure, there's the Statute of Secrecy, and most creatures have their own rules about "don't tell the normies" but it's an open secret in SI and a good chunk of their behavior policies revolve around keeping accidental harassment to various creatures at a minimum (and getting the targeted harassment destroyed with prejudice. Let's just say that leaving a silver crucifix in any of the common areas, and especially in front of the fridge, is grounds for immediate termination... of employment.)

Like, I imagine it starts with Tony, who has known that magic is real his whole life. He believed as a little kid believes, but (and I will take this headcanon to my grave) Howard had to bring him on one of his Cap Finding Expeditions for Reasons(tm) and during that time Tony and some of the workers met Santa. And once you've met literal, actual Santa Claus, there's no room for disbelief. So, once he takes over SI and sees all of the magic going on, he goes to legal to get some protections put on the books; and legal, most of whom are fae, look at this normal ass human (normal as in not magical, ofc) who is Supremely Unbothered by the supernatural presence in the company and actually seems to want to protect and... encourage it? Well, he has accidentally won the undying loyalty of a very small, but quickly expanding, Court.

Also, lets be real, Tony grew up a disgustingly wealthy genius. He has Zero concept of what is normal for people. He can build a circuit board at age 4 and an engine at 8, other people can teleport or turn into wolves, it's all on the same level to him.

Suddenly, there are two orientations: one for "this is your new job" and one for either "so, this is how you avoid getting cursed by legal/eaten by accounting, yes those are literal" or "welcome to SI, yes, we know you're magical" depending. SI eventually becomes the go to place for non-baseline human people to get a job and just an unintentional magical hub. A good 2/3rds of the entire company is some flavor of non-baseline and it works because the board and most of the baselines in upper management are too disconnected to realize that their employees are magic, or everyone has silently agreed that There's Nothing To See Here.

Tony doesn't know magic is supposed to be secret, he just thinks some people are more shy about their natures than others. Legal and PR (filled mostly with various types of demons/fiends) have a long running bet for when he'll finally get clued in (they, of course, being bound by the Rules, not to inform him themselves.) He manages to keep magic a secret completely on accident, by not realizing there's a secret at all.

I love everything about this

[riacte]

Space Opera AU dashboard simulator

🥧 syrupstars Follow

Anyone else think that Red King racer is a little... y'know... fruity?

👑 falsewellsupremacy Follow

He literally says "ladies, gentlemen, everyone in between, get in line" so I think that answers your question.

🥧 syrupstars Follow

What about the "#Ally4Life 🏳️‍🌈" on his Twilight handle?

👑 falsewellsupremacy Follow

I genuinely have no idea. Maybe he thinks it's about him being an ally to cishet people

#idk ren's just like that sometimes #void knows what he's doing #also prev tags you do not want to get into the black hole of who ren has dated #he has rumours with 3/4 of the grid #edit: WHO MENTIONED BAD BOY TEENAGE REN IN MY NOTES #the shippers are here... oh no #edit 2: not ren at the club.

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oh my voiddd ofc That Duo got p1 again... i need them to dnf in the race. i hope they crash and burn and die and i need crastle to get podium for ONCE. i am so mad. i am calling for the goddess tsuki to curse them. dnf dnf crash burn DIE

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the goddess tsuki LITERALLY protects racers and that's why they pray to her? you think the goddess tsuki, creator of lumians, will curse an actual lumian? be so fucking fr

🛑 bluebatshater Follow

if you dont have anything productive to say get off my post. freak

#those blue bats stannies are SO ANNOYING THEY ARE EVERYWHERE #they're overshadowing all the other teams #cant even be a bitchy hater in peace #salt #negativity #hateposting

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OMG FALSE IS SO PRETTY SHES MY QUEEN OF HEARTS OMG OMGOMGOGM 💖💖💖💖💖💖 i tihnk im gonna pass out. HER HAIR FLYING IN THE WIND AND HER RED FRECKLES AND HER SMILE WHY IS MY HEART BEATING SO FAST and Ren is hot I guess he's tall like a ferris wheel

🔮 queenofstarz03 Follow

Looking at posts from five years ago is funny like how did I ever believe I was straight

🍦 jelliepopsicle Follow

OP, I think I recognise your url... did you write that viral Bad Boy Ren x QoH fic on Launchpad?

🔮 queenofstarz03 Follow

💀 Shut the fuck up right NOWWW!!

#STOP MENTIONING THAT FIC I WFOTE WHEN I WAS THIRTEEEN!!! #everything before my gay awakening is not canon. sorry #tbh... as much as a nightmare it was i kinda miss that stupid fic #it was from a simpler time #now im in university trying to contact my groupmates and i think one of them got lost in a blackhole last tuesday (again) #sigh. this keeps on happening to me #my cousin worked on one of the moons last summer for two weeks and came back like he'd aged six months #my friend's ex got sucked into a black hole and was briefly spaghettified but they managed to revive her and she gloats that she's finally taller than my friend's ex #whoops sorry for dumping in the notes #anyways. bad boy rk x good girl queen of hearts. awful idea. even more awful fic. yet i wrote it #i regret everything and nothing

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🗣️ peace-and-planets-deactivated63891092

PSA: Sunblr user @/summerheavens writes RPF of the Exterra 1 racers. She is a big name fan in the Miraculous Laserbug fandom so I thought you all would like to know. This is gross and disgusting behaviour and I implore you to stop.

🍬 summerheavens Follow

umm @/peace-and-planets i literally saw your kudos on my fic. the evidence is out there. girl what are YOU doing at the devil's sacrament. what are you doing on my roseduo rpf titled "hang your head low in the glow of the vending machine (we're not trying)".

but i'm glad you liked it enough to give it a kudos ^_^ will certainly be putting more on the starchive!

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LMFAOOOO OP DEACTIVATEDDDDD 😭😭😭 sunblr user got killed by a rpf author. if you're gonna secretly read rpf maybe not leave a kudos?????

🚀 exterrablrheritage

Exterra 1 Heritage Post

⚡ littlewoodbabygirl69

It's been ten years since this post... @/summerheavens are you okay after recent developments

🍬 summerheavens Follow

am i okay? is ANYONE okay??? in these trying times??????? with the most chaotic gp to ever exist?????? i am PULLING OUT WIPS i dropped out of respect ten years ago. i've got to send my kid to daycare but once i'm done you bet you're seeing me on the starchive. miss swift even dropped her 20th album just in time for me to use lyrics as titles. i am LIVING and i am THRIVING

#ohhhhhhhhhh #let's go #also can't believe taylor finally addressed the vehicle manslaughter rumours from like twenty years ago #how fitting #also littlewood needs to get his shit together #why does he look like he's the one who hasn't seen his man in 32738102371 years and got his soul shattered #he's weak and won't survive the winter

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🧈 butteredbread Follow

WHAT is wrong with that lykos. i desire him carnally

🌳 treebark

@/handoftheking

🪓 handoftheking

I mean... yeah. Let's face it, we're all like that 🤷

⭐ nonbinarystar Follow

MR LITTLEWOOD WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE

#WHAT IS WRONG WITH HIM #I HATE HIM SO MUCH #PARASOCIAL RELATIONSHIPS CAN ALSO BE ABOUT HATE #THIS GLOWSTICK MF IS MY WORST ENEMY #he just canonised treebark for the sixth time #also prev tags so real #need to slingshot him into a faraway galaxy

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🫃 spaceshipmpreg Follow

Who put that Just a Dream FalseRen AMV on my dash again

🔮 queenofstarz03 Follow

Respect your roots!! That 125M views Just a Dream AMV raised a generation. Every kid in my school played it on loop on their ipods during recess

🔮 queenofstarz03 Follow

wait op can you explain your url

🫃 spaceshipmpreg Follow

No 👍

#i think we should get the dogwarts freighter pregnant

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[scarheart-phi]

Hermitcraft Secret Santa

For your Christmas present @symphoniuschordata here’s a little poetic text from the point of view of Grian about his friendship with Mumbo !

In character ofc with hints of moments from the Life Series !! ���

Our friendship is more precious than diamonds

No matter how long we search for them

I know you’ll always be by my side

Deep down or under the moon

Wether it is big or fast

We’ll always be standing under the same sky

Red or not, I’ll reach for your beginnings

With a spy glass in my hand

I promise I’ll always find my way back to you

Wether you want to join me

Or the curse gets you

We’ll find each other in the void at the end

I may be a Watcher but you are such a good listener

The best bud around

With the most luxurious moustache no one’s ever seen

[aphverse-confessions]

things i want from ms s7:

- michi returns and crashes the aarmau wedding

- vylad has his main character era where he has to play detective and figure out what's wrong with his family and what exactly went down on starlight because everybody is too traumatized to say what happened (dante & laurance are the watson to his sherlock)

- the shadow knights return for one last slay

- jenny returns and oddly enough becomes besties with aphmau (jennymau toxic yuri ftw. come on, aphmau literally saved the world, she should be allowed to cheat on her fiancee with women as a treat)

- MORE TRAVIS AND AARON INTERACTIONS. the parallels are there! they could bond over being cursed souls and their messy relationships with their (deceased) fathers.

- kimcinda becomes canon. fight me. lucinda and kim are gfs. also emmalyn leaves kim's body and moves onto the afterlife with kenmur and mcd aphmau.

- nana reveals her past and her real name to the rest of the cast. she finally leaves behind her "kawaii~chan" persona, and searches for who she truly is, possibly going on a quest to track down her family with zane.

- make garrance at least implied or give garroth any boyfriend. we deserve one genuine mlm relationship that isn't just played for laughs.

- teony and ivy also return bc i said so.

- zack has a redemption arc and reconnects with aphmau ofc.

- ein's mom shows up as a villain, seeking revenge for her son's death. but when she sees how hurt and sad everybody is, she feels bad and doesn't have the heart to hurt them any further. she also finds out how much pain and suffering her son has caused to everybody, and begins to feel guilty because of how she raised ein.

- ein's ghost haunts the cast and possesses several characters. they eventually have to appease his spirit because it's the only way to get him to leave them alone and put his soul to rest. ein's spirit has very long conversations with all of his enemies — aphmau (they find out they're half-siblings which makes them both feel a mixture of disgust and sadness), aaron (they finally find one thing they can agree on, they both hate their dads, and put their rivalry to rest), blaze, daniel, dottie, rylan, kacey, katelyn, kai, gene, zack and his own mother. [+possibly an ein backstory in flashbacks/animation to finally explain his motivation in detail]. ein finally moves on to the afterlife (HELL ofc).

- elizabeth starts off as the main villain of the season. you think she's gonna do evil stuff and kill people like michael and ein did, and then BAM — halfway through the season she has a reluctant change of heart and semi-redemption arc (with zack's support) and ends up an anti-hero instead. she reunites with her family. katelyn is not happy to see her at all and is still very angry at her. but kacey warms up to her much quicker surprisingly and they spend quality mother-son time together.

- all in all pretty peaceful season with depressing undertones. it's like early, slice-of-life mystreet and late, dark mystreet fused together. there are a lot of red herring villains (michi, ein's mom, elizabeth), but none of them actually do anything evil and all of them have a change of heart. nobody dies.

- the void consumes everything. but the cast ends up creating a new dimension (with the help of the void paradox cast!) and uses the realm breaker to transport themselves into it just before the mystreet dimension is consumed and dies off. the series ends with aphmau and co swearing to build a better world in the new dimension they have created.

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[lottiesnotebook]

Luna Tabris for the protagonist swap into Veilguard "Friendship - Who is their closest friend among the companions of the game they are now in?"

@lordgoretash

Apparently what I felt like writing tonight were AUs and Neve, and this prompt combines both, so I hope you'll enjoy it! It could've been Lucanis, ofc, but I feel like Luna and Neve are both Depressed City Girls, and I wanted to write them sharing a moment of the Horrors. <3

Luna Tabris & Neve Gallus, grief, mourning, hurt/comfort, Veilguard spoilers, suicidal ideation, Minrathous-Denerim solidarity

@lordgoretash | @dadrunkwriting

don’t you want to share the guilt?

When they get the Inquisitor’s first letter, her fingers turn numb, her tongue thick and clumsy in her mouth. She discards it on the table rather than reading it aloud, and flees up the stairs, towards the balcony, towards air that doesn’t feel like water. Towards the siren song of the Fade beyond, where perhaps she could fall forever, without hitting the ground. That doesn’t sound too bad, right now. What are a few broken bones, when her only home is gone forever?

Perhaps this is her punishment from the gods she still doesn’t quite believe in. She let Minrathous burn, for all that Neve begged her to come, to help. She’d said I can kill Venatori, I can’t unblight a kingdom. But Treviso is such a small city, and Minrathous…

Minrathous had reminded her of Denerim, of home, in its dingy, stinking alleyways, in the ways the people of Docktown clung to each other and glared, mistrustful as their street-cats, at outsiders. She hadn’t been home since- since they’d dragged her into the Wardens, for all that she wrote letters whenever she could steal a moment. She hadn’t seen her cousins or her father since her cursed wedding day — it was safer that way. Luna Tabris was an urban legend, a scary story shemlen boys whispered each other in the shadows. Luna Thorne was born into the blue tunic and the griffin insignia. She came into this world with the Blight flowing in her veins. It had been easier that way, she’d thought at the time. Luna Tabris might have had a different life, once upon a time. Luna Thorne had come into the world knowing she’d leave it with her blade in a darkspawn’s throat.

She regrets that now, of course, those years sacrificed on the altar of her guilt, her cowardice. If she’d known that Denerim would not always be there, waiting for her to get over herself, if she’d known even the memory of home and family could be lost to her forever-

“You’ve found my usual brooding spot, I see.”

Neve’s barely been back at the Lighthouse for a week, and all that time, Luna has avoided her, save for the hours she’s spent cleaning up the mess her absence left in Minrathous. She still can’t look at her directly, even as she feel’s Neve’s level, dark-eyed gaze on her. It’s almost enough to make her want to slip over the edge, though hitting the ground in the courtyard barely stings here, given how loosely the Fade interprets the rules of the physical world.

“I can go-” she offers, but Neve shakes her head, and then shakes out the skirt of her robes, settling beside her on the ledge, legs swinging out over the void. She offers Luna a drag on the cigarette she holds in one hand, and she accepts it gratefully, before she can trip over her words again.

"Only activity worse alone than drinking is brooding,” she says. She doesn’t look at her as she speaks, only peers out at the endless, clouded sky of the fade. “Trust me, I’ve done plenty of both. You stole my spot for it, actually.”

She can see that too easily — Neve, like Luna, loves a vantage point to perch on, and from here, she imagines, she could see all the way to Denerim. Or Minrathous. Or the next addition to the long list of homes she cannot save.

“I’m surprised you came after me,” she says, quietly. “Of all the people in this tower, I would’ve expected you’d be too quick to draw that particular short straw.”

“Who says I was avoiding it?”

Luna makes a scoffing noise. “You should’ve been. I don’t deserve-”

“You made a reasonable call at the time,” she says, in that horribly reasonable tone that reminds Luna that they’re both the grown-ups in the party, that she can’t let herself go to pieces when the others need her, “and your judgement probably isn’t the best its ever been right now, so maybe let me make the calls on what you deserve for a little bit.”

“I let your home burn,” she says, softly, and she’s never acknowledged it aloud before, for all that she’s apologised. She hears the soft, sharp inhale of breath, and if Neve had slapped her, she would have deserved it. “And then I said sorry, like it was anything to what you’d lost. As if I could understand.”

“You understand now,” Neve says, with her usual pragmatism, then, with a softness Luna never expected from her: “I wish you didn’t. I wouldn’t wish understanding- this on anyone.”

There’s a long silence, then, because Luna knows, as Neve has known for two long months, that there is nothing that can be said, no words that can fill the void such a loss leaves. But Neve’s shirt is soft beneath her cheek, and Neve said that brooding alone would be worse than drinking, and right now, perhaps, Neve is the only person in the world who can truly tell Luna what she deserves, and if it’s this, this hardened, bruised gentleness… how can Luna refuse her? How can Luna refuse her anything, when she’s bourne this agony, and forgiven her?

[faebriel]

howl’s moving castle but rainduo (platonic ofc)

CRACKS MY KNUCKLES. hmc is such a Classic nonnie so i had to do a bit of thinking to get it right (well.... to get it right in my head. but i feel everyone here is familiar enough with my particular kind of rainduoisms by now) but i think the outcome is a fun one :] i'm just gonna put my thoughts into bullet points

now originally i wasn't sure who should be who (oh my little bottle blonde anarchist......) but i did decide to put wil in a howl ish role and niki in a sophie ish role on the basis of how hard howl weaves narratives around himself and how hard sophie does not GAF. that element of them stood out so much that i was like okay cool that's how we'll do it

so niki is doing something semi unfortunate with her life. NOT baking that's for sure. holding onto an empty shop for a long-gone (not that she admits that bit to herself) old friend, and she's quite lonely. and then after crossing paths briefly with the local dipshit wizard she gets cursed by a snooty ass witch of the waste (idk who this would be.... open to suggestions i suppose)

and wilbur is the least competent wizard ever :] why bother to stay in wizard school when you could mix your own potions and refuse any and all help out of pride and trade your heart away to a fire demon for some companionship?

(i'm taking this as another opportunity to spruik albatross wilbur btw i know the wings aren't as striking as sleek crow-black but - )

the fire demon in question is fundy, who sort of came into existence as a being with a personality and such after falling from the sky and receiving wilbur's heart. wilbur smothers him too much. there's not many other people he keeps around to smother. fundy wants out honestly

(oh and it's not super relevant but i think tommy is markl hehe)

so niki marches off to track down the wizard who she overheard the witch mentioned and... starts baking in his kitchen. okay a rainduo thing is being almost too familiar with each other let's be honest. but yes i think they latch onto each other quite quickly. niki is at first just looking to have her curse cured but being old and hanging out in the house with people who actually seem to give a shit about her is freeing in a way, no more getting tangled up in the politics of her small town as it lunges towards involvement in the war, etc. wilbur thinks she's fascinating.

as for the broader "what's happening in the world" perspective i was thinking it was something along the lines of the antarctic empire being at war with another power, drawing all of these small towns and microcountries along with it.... wilbur is supposed to go home to his family but he doesn't want to because he's afraid of facing the trail of small, easily destroyed countries left in his wake, he doesn't want to deal with phil's questions or the scrutiny that he expects from phil. instead, he tries to sabotage the war effort on his own from the frontline

so he keeps receiving letters from phil, but he can't bear to face him. solution? uh.... get niki to go lol. it's even on the grounds of a small country wilbur once ruled (niki had to squeeze this information out of him like a sponge, and she only heard an inkling of it thanks to fundy), now called manberg, which ceded to the empire in the war.............

surprise! it was actually schlatt trying to pull Some Bullshit as a revenge trick. he roasts the other witch and then almost sinks wilbur and niki into the Void but despite his tendency towards problem avoidance, wilbur steps in to defend niki and they just barely make it away. that being said, niki has learned a lot about her new friend through this adventure that he has not been willing to divulge himself, and it stings. why does he shut her out?

also notable: wilbur gives niki a ring inset with three diamonds to help her find her way home

the atmosphere in the castle is not fantastic after that, all their fun little memories bitter now. wilbur swings between talking freely about ripping the armies apart with his bare hands (claws? talons? that secret is out and he keeps evading all of niki's questions with nervous laughter and quips about monsters) and saying absolutely nothing at all. his suicidal tendencies are the elephant in the room that basically everyone else refuses to talk about, except his own too-grandiose and vague comments on the subject.

niki tries not to stew over feeling excluded. the lonelier she feels, the worse her curse gets.

wilbur takes her to a flower field, blooms rolling long into the horizon, and for a moment she thinks they might be fixing things. (she's so wrong)

through a series of mishaps (perhaps a visit from one of niki's friends..... i feel bad doing eret dirty like that though lmfao) henchmen start breaking into the house just as bombs fall upon the city. niki is put into overdrive to keep the castle from falling apart as the city burns around them. wilbur, who is already doing extremely too much flying around and causing problems in the midst of bombs dropping decides to go exacerbate the issue in an attempt to go out in a blaze of glory. unfortunately for him niki, fundy and tommy are all stubborn sons of bitches who will be extremely pissed if he fucking dies, so we pick up the castle and start moving

okay yeah i kind of think the rest of the story plays out not too differently from the movie? niki gets split up from her friends when the castle breaks down and attempts to kick a dent into a mountain when she realises she's alone again. unable to find wilbur himself, with the last bit of power from the diamonds he gave her she finds the doorway into his memories and sees the moment he and fundy met..... they were both very lonely. very sad. she shrieks out to both of them to look for her in the future

she stumbles out of the memory and finds a pile of feathers wilbur and woooo forehead kisses and wooooooo niki finds fundy again and puts wilbur's heart back even if it means they both might leave her again. BUT THEY DON'T even if they're not all in the castle 24/7 niki now has a few nice friends and is so submerged in that feeling that she doesn't even notice the curse breaking.

and the war ends!! and maybe they even talk about their hurts!! the hurts they carry and how they hurt each other!! and they keep on living!! and they all live best friendily ever after <3

[nerdieforpedro]

Drawn in The Void

Javier Peña x Roxanne Taylor (plus size OFC)

Fanfiction is 18+

Masterlist /Javier Peña Masterlist

Chapter 1: That Community Dick

Summary: Roxanne Taylor came to Columbia to help the DEA with their paperwork and get things in order.

Agent Javier Peña is a supernova of lust and cannot be contained. There’s always collateral damage.

Warnings: drugs, violence, sex, male and female roles (late 1970’s thanks for those jeans and not the sexism), cursing, longing

Notes: Originally posted 09/14/2023, shortly after I had started writing again.

“You have to tuck in your shirt Agent.”

“Then my belly will be even more visible with these pants. Special Agent Messina, ma’am please. It’s bad enough you have me basically cleaning up these guys paperwork while they’re playing cops and robbers. Can I be sort of comfortable?”

A long sigh left the boss’s lips, middle management sucked ass. Messina waved the woman away. “Two things Agent: one, get some sort of filing system in order. I don’t know what the hell they’ve been doing down here and two, keep yourself safe.” The junior agent turns on her heels to leave, happy that her request was met, Messina knocked on her office to meet her gaze again. “Third thing, no community dick.” With that, she motioned for the woman to close her door as she had phone calls to make. The exasperated agent left the office, she hadn’t even bothered to answer her question about her shirt.

Roxanne Taylor didn’t want to come to Columbia where a drug war was rampaging. She should be taking care of things back home in the States, but the drugs were coming from Columbia, so her argument was mute. It was the very same logic Messina used to get her down here with her. Two women, one in charge and the other who was more general affairs coming on a plane with specialists coming to a country that nobody wanted them in. For Messina at least, she had to be respected since she was the boss and could demote you or stripe you of your badge and rank. Roxy on the other hand was there to get things organized for when the dust settled and there would have to be a paper trail detailing what exactly happens during this drug war, as if anybody knew. There were some secretaries that Roxy would direct and teach, so far so good. She was trying to get most of the male agents to comply with the new way reports and evidence had to be collected. It was a slow adjustment but was being done. One man rarely did his own paperwork, though he usually had copious notes from stakeouts and interviews. One man who made the secretaries giggle and swapped stories with the other agents young and old about things related to their work but often not:

The community dick, Javier Peña.

Roxanne thought it was a crass nickname, but she came to find that it was not, she lost two secretaries because they got into a shouting match over who had fucked him more. Completely unprofessional and she made sure that everyone knew it. The secretaries called her uptight and boring, but she didn’t care, there were rules and at the very least, decorum dammit. She made sure to speak to the secretaries because yeah, he had a part in it, but no one told these two to starting fighting when we’re all supposed to be tracking down Escobar. Who the hell has time for this?

Roxanne was in her small office; it was hot and humid as usually and she removed her button-down shirt to reveal her camisole underneath and her red bra straps that poked out. She didn’t want to wear polo shirts because they hugged the fat of her arms, the wide legs pants were so she wouldn’t have to wear a skirt. Skirts either rose up or got caught on something in this old ass office and she usually ended up with a hole in them. Wiping her brow, she was organizing more case files and moving them to the actual file room instead of sitting out on the desk. It would have been done already had she not been down two people. Here she was late at night doing this to try and have a little less to do tomorrow.

“I should have stayed home. Became a teacher or something…ugh…” She lamented lifting a full box and carrying it to the file room, the door was open, and the light was on. She didn’t remember leaving it open. She set the box down quietly and reached for her gun she kept in the back of her pants, turns out the elastic is good for something. The agent heard some papers rustling but no other moment, no talking, they might be alone. She popped into the doorway, gun drawn and pulled back on the hammer of her revolver. “Stay still and put your hands up!!” She screamed; it didn’t register who the man was until he spoke, a register as deep as molasses left his lips.

“Relájate, princesa de hielo (Relax ice princess) soy Javier. Shit… where’d you get a gun like that?” Javier’s eyes widened from behind his aviators. That was Roxy right? He didn’t know she knew how to use a gun, much less was issued a gun, though it didn’t look like what the agency gave out.

Leave it to him to make a joke with a gun on him. Her breathing slowed and she lowered the gun, moving the hammer back up placing it behind her back in her waistband. “Is that my nickname? Agent Peña, give me a little credit. I know a little more Spanish than Steve. It’s not a bad one though, never been a princess and ice sounds lovely right now.” Roxy laughed and turned to get the box from next to the door. She brought it in and walked past Javier and set it on the shelf where it was supposed to go.

“Alright, good for you.” He shrugged. He noticed the back of her camisole was wet with sweat and so was the front, sticking to her like a glove. The outline of her bra was visible. Bigger than he thought, it seemed everything on her was, her ass, her gun… “You’re not going to ask me why I’m in here princesa?” He raised an eyebrow, Roxy walked back to the door and cocked her head back. He was surprised she recovered from trying to shoot him. Had she fired that gun before? Maybe there was even more to her than he thought.

“I don’t see any of my secretaries so I don’t much care. Please try and do at least half of your paperwork this week Agent Peña.”

“No one in here but me and you princesa.” He grinned, trying to get another laugh out of her, no dice, just a stare. Impossible to read, she busted his balls about paperwork every chance she got. He did feel a little bad about the secretaries, it he was never serious with any of the women he sought out or brought back. He wondered if she spoke to her kids or husband like that, wait, did she have either of those?

“Not for long. I’ve got work to do and then I have to sleep. You should try it if you can. And no secretaries in here. I need them working, not making stains on our records.” She stated, pointing a finger at him, accusatory. Javier grabbed his chest and faked being wounded.

“Hermosa (gorgeous), you wound me, but I’m glad you know about my skills.” The DEA agent gloated. Roxy sighed and walked out of the room. She handed him that one on a silver platter, she returned to her office and got the second box after sipping on some room temperature water. It still felt cooler than she did. She wondered what she had at home that she could eat or heat up. When she returned to the file room, she saw Javier removing some files and looking at pictures of crime scenes, mutilated bodies and drugs. She purposely set the box down loudly as he seemed to be in a daze.

“Agent Peña, please make sure those are put back where you got them.”

“Sure princesa sure.” Javier responded flatly, he recognized some of the men in those photos, his brothers in this damn drug war. Dead long before their time and their families heartbroken. He had to make it right or at least put a slug in Escobar’s head.

“Come in a little later tomorrow. Sleep or fuck and sleep. Hell, drink and sleep. As long as you sleep. Agent. Good night.” She kept turned away from him, the images disturbed her, she had seen them while filing and she couldn’t imagine seeing them in person. Steve the blanco gringo, another crass nicknamed but that one rhymed at least, had told her briefly about the troops they used to work with until they many were killed in a major shoot out with Escobar’s goons.

Javier looked up at Roxy’s back, surprised that she was offering him any type of advice. His mere presence in the office seem to disrupt her job as he was messy, unorganized and went with his gut on a lot of things. He did take notes, but he rarely organized them, just stuck them in a notebook for review later.

“You want me to walk you out?” He offered putting the photos back in their folder and putting it back in its box. He may have as many partners as he did notes, but he was a gentleman except in bed. Walking a woman who was here late at night was the right thing to do.

“No, I’m fine, take care of yourself. Agent.” She replied and walked out. She refused to call him Peña or Javier. That was too familiar. Getting familiar with him would lead to them talking more, and more interactions would lead to…to what exactly?

As she walked down the hallway, she muttered to herself, “No community dick. No community dick. No community dick…” A brief torrid thought crossed her mind, most normal people would have given him a hug or something, why didn’t you?

Because you know if you give him an inch, you’ll be pulled in, he’s a black hole of lust, nothing escapes from it. She had even seen Messina, a woman who she had known for years to be a consummate professional checking out Javier in his one size too small button up shirts and two sizes too tight jeans. It’s like they were painted on, the showed every muscle and curve of his…

“Dammit to hell…” Roxy cursed her thoughts. She finished her bottle of water and grabbed her shirt and purse. As she locked her office door, the glass showed her reflection: sweaty, her bra straps exposed, a clear outline of her bra and…she felt her breasts the felt swollen, as did her lower body. He didn’t touch her nor did he even move to touch her and the female agent even made sure not to look at him most of the time.

Is this what it’s like to let Agent Javier Peña occupy a small space of your mind?

“Fucking hell…He’s a menace.”

Chapter 2

I also want to shout out @mandoisapunk and @wardenparker for writing so many Joel and Javier fanfics that I’ve been reading into the late hours. 😀

[librathefangirl]

OK so. i’m (hopefully) writing a long fic that boils down to hurt/no comfort demon hunter x demon king meli and i was wondering if you had any brittania lore to spare ‼️‼️🙏🙏 i’m trying to work everything ik and what i’ve gotten from reading nnt stuff into the worldbuilding and I Need More

hope you have a wonderful day/night!!!!

omg i can't believe i forgot this was in my inbox, october hasn't been kind to mee help (she said as if october wasn't already over)

Anyway- Hi!! Heey! Hope the writing is going well! That story sounds good (*sees HURT and MEL* *makes grabby hands*)

Ah yes world-building, my biggest writing frenemy... It's moments like this when I wish my hcs/lore was a little more structured (i def have some hcs that contradict each other; like how most of my fics have different demon features for Mel (in one of my current wips his blood is a color more similar to the red demon's than humans')). But let's see what I can pull out of the void 😅 And if not so much lore maybe I can offer some thoughts to (hopefully) guide you on your way?

(And when I say some I mean a whole fucking lot probably because I've got no self-control oops)

So. The 2 most solid hcs/lore pieces I've got (about the demons ofc because it's me lol) it about the demons' thermoregulation and their sleep. My demon thermoregulation is something I've used in a few of my fics (and that I kinda wished had a better origin than I wanna whump Mel with these 2 prompts but they're not compatible in the way I want so Imma change his whole physiology). It basically boils down to that demons are more connected with nature/the environment around them than humans, and therefore, are also more dependent on the environment. Maybe not cold-blooded in the way we might be used to, but always striving to maintain an optimal internal temperature (their temperature rising with the cold and falling with the heat, constantly compensating for the environment). That said, it's a fine line between maintaining an optimal temperature and overheating/freezing, especially in extreme temperatures.

My thoughts about demons' sleep contains 2 parts. Meliodas' sleep is fucked up by his upbringing. Demons also naturally follow a different sleep schedule than human (nocturnal?). Because they are a different race than humans, but also because not only is the Demon Realm a different place, it's literally a completely different realm! I'm not gonna go into the whole "we see 2 moons in the demon realm in Cursed by Light but apparently there's no day and night there yet at the same time it's a known fact that demons are much stronger at night" thing and just say that the Demon Realm is weird (from a human/non-demon realm native perspective).

Which is another point to consider. Because if the Demon Realm is weird to humans than Britannia must be weird to demons, right? And that's something you can do a lot with, if you just want to. The Demon Realm, and with it, the demons, aren't limited by human expectations and reality. We see in canon that demons and the demon realm don't always follow human possibilities, like being able to literally reattach limbs, or having seven hearts (or being able to sacrifice six hearts and still be alive), and the creatures that exist in that realm. One thing I like to ask myself when writing about demon characteristics/features or differences between the realms is what do I want to achieve? (oh god, I sound like my teacher - what is the point of this, what do we want to know...) What do these characteristics or lore or whatnot bring to the characters, the plot, and the story? Why is it important? Like take that example of Mel's blood I mentioned at the beginning. In that fic, one thing that is important to the progression of the story and the characters interactions is that Mel is toeing the line between human and definitely not human. Most people can tell that there is something "wrong" or off about him, like the color of his blood or how he looks like a literal child but can drink anyone under the tables or etc, etc, but not enough for people to point at him and scream demon. And all of this isn't about just physical or environmental things, but behaviors too.

Britannia is filled with different races! Demons and humans (and the other races) will react to things differently, have different thought processes and behaviors. Like *gently holds hc about demons nuzzling to show affection* or *hc about demons using sounds and non-verbal communication to a much higher degree than humans* or even *potential hc about demons and goddesses sharing a third language (outside their native languages and the language shared between all races) because they both hold themselves higher than the other races and even communicated with each other enough for a sort of truce(?)*

Another thing about Britannia is that it is oold. Like, we follow 3,000 years worth of history in canon. We know that the landscape changes drastically over the years (enough for King to be like hey this isn't our britannia, and also the 10C are surprised to find Edinburgh castle (or what's left of it anyway) because that spot used to be empty), but we don't really know how the people/culture/all that stuff changes. Because like... there's no way that things remain the same for 3-freaking-thousands years. Especially not with the huge change of the gods (goddesses) and monsters (demons) of the world all simultaneously disappearing. That said, it's interesting to think about how open to change the different races are/would be. Would the giants and fairies, who both have looong lifespans, be more prone to keeping things the way they are, than humans who might see change happening over the passing of generations? And then there's the demons and goddesses, who (if following canon events) have been gone/sealed/STUCK for 3,000 years...😅 But also like, how do the demons/goddesses feel about the changes to Britannia and the other races? We don't see a lot of this in canon (besides wow humans have gotten even better at making alcohol and wow humans are so weak now).

Oh wait! Actually another thing canon does touch upon is the shift in the magical power in Britannia. After being released the 10C feel like the magical power has dried up and it's making it harder for them to regain their own, but Fraudrin points out it isn't gone but instead the power that "once gushed from the earth" now "flows into the wildlife and plants" and that over the years it's been "absorbed by the beings" in Britannia. I'm not sure how much thoughts I have about this because it literally just caught my attention (😅) but it's something to think about. What was it like before when the power was in the earth rather than the plants and beings, what does this change mean, why did it happen, what relationship do the demons have with the natural magical power in Britannia? It's also of note to point out that this power, according to Monspeet, was the reason for the start of the war between the five races.

(ooh this makes me think about my own writing bc i've wanted for a while to do a fic where demons are a lot more connected/dependent on the natural power/energy in the demon realm and this affects mel once he gets stuck in britannia and maybe this can add some further complexity to the whole thing because the relationship between magic and land has changed in britannia - hmm def worth some thinking - Anyway! Side note. Ignore this, lol)

One way I do think Britannia has changed over the many years is that it is much more connected now. It feels, to me at least, that "back in the day" the different villages and whatnot were a lot more isolated. While now, for better (traveling, trading, alliances) or worse (war, humans being fucked up little shits to each other), Britannia is a lot more connected. We do see the characters being pretty well-aware of the surrounding kingdoms/villages/even locations of other races (there's even a map! - we do not know if there was a map of the land 3,000 years ago...?)

Anyway! Ramblings ove- No. Wait. Language! I definitely think language/communication is worth a couple of some thoughts (because I'm a nerd when it comes to communication. First of all, like a briefly mentioned before, I love the idea of demons being a lot more non-verbal than humans. Like in my Monster Sins AU, the demons' sounds/non-verbal communication is at least as complex as their verbal one. Humans might pick up on the warning of a growl or the particular emotion of whine or purr, but to demons there's actual communicated messages in those sounds. Personally I like taking inspiration from dogs and cats with a flair of demon/fantasy for how these sounds sound (but I'm also open to the potential of other animals - I haven't gotten that far in my own world-building yet). I also imagine demons have more rough/non-clear sounds, and more sounds "located in the throat" or have you wanna explain it...

On the topic of 3,000 years passing, I also think it's important to point out the changes in language. Because whether we are talking about the demons being sealed away for 3,000 years or just different races keeping to their own realms/race, there will be communication problems happening. Again, there's no way things haven't changed. I mean, if I look at a Swedish text from a couple centuries ago I'm like *confused noises intensifying*. And like we know that demons have their own language. With how the demons/goddesses superiority complex, I don't see why they would keep to the "common language" when speaking with each other either. So there would definitely be some differences in the language used between the different races. The demons in canon, after the seal breaks, must have a very old-sounding language with like idioms no longer used. Similarly, they must find the language of humans and whatnot hard to understand at times, because there are new words/phrases they aren't familiar with. And this isn't just about time either, there gotta be a lot of different dialects in Britannia. No way all of Britannia speaks in the same way (same language sure, but not the same way).

Okay, now I am done. Not sure how much of this was coherent or *makes vague gesture* useful to you but it's some thoughts, I guess.

Happy writing! 💜

[cepheusgalaxy]

The 9 Gates of Hell - tag: 9goh wip

Genre: Fantasy

What is it about: Zero Plot Squad. Probably evil mages. A cult of evil mages, I mean.

Who’s in it:

Sami (fluid pronouns/they/them) - Sami is a normal human living in this magic world. They live in a small village near a cursed portal called Gate of Hell, with people that reject them because they are genderfluid. One day, a huge threat (haven’t decided what it is yet) comes to their village and they want to do something about it, so they go to the Gates. It’s said that if you give something in exchange, the Gate will grant you a wish. When they get there, a spirit tells them that their wish is too huge and would drain all of their life force. Sami doesn’t mind and makes the wish anyway. When they die and their soul is kind of floating in the dark void, a Gate guardian’s voice wakes them up and asks: Since you died here anyways, do you want to go to the afterlife, or become a Gate Guardian like us; a demon? And they take upon the offer.

Sanji (she/her, sometimes they) - Sanji is a veteran Gate Guardian, aka demon, and she is actually my first nb oc (she’s agender). She and Sami become best friends, and they both go on Guardian missions together. She is a little bit of a violent spirit.

Note A: No consistent plot yet lol.

Note B: Hard magic system (ish)

Extra: Possible character

Reinan (?) (he/him) - Main traits: Smart, skilled, childish,  stubborn. I just had the idea for this oc a while ago and haven’t fleshed him out. He is trans (ofc), and a sorcerer. Now, sorcerers are pretty rare in this world. I picked a former idea I had for Ein’s magic system for this one: Harmony X Chaos. Every single being is a mix of both, and depending on how much of each you have, you can cast magic. But if you have too much chaos, it consumes you; if you don’t have enough, you can’t do magic at all. To be able to foster such chaos, you need to have a nucleum: All demons and some other spirits have them, and if a human has one, we call them a sorcerer. This character would be one of these rare humans, and Sami and Sanji get the mission of protecting him from a cult. The Sorcerer Order or other big cults recruit sorcerers and the demons want to prevent them from getting their hands on this one. He’s pretty stubborn and petty, though, and is pretty pissed off that these demons appear and say he can’t do whatever he wants to. He is a bit younger than Sami was when they became a demon. I think maybe this Sorcerer Order wants to do something that will threaten the balance of the world, and the Gate Guardians want to stop them. Maybe they want to take over the world?

(I had this idea out of a bunch of doodles I did some years ago.)