#just wanted to draw my man with a scythe

[7-andahalf-rats]

specimen 12 mayhaps

I put off drawing him for so long because idk how to draw people but I actually like this doodle a lot tbh. my first time drawing him evar teehee

some HCs I have on him below because I love him so much and. I know you also suffer from The Disease

played HD reno with my mom and she named him Freddy. so I just call him that now. Idk if he has an actual name but in my mind he will always be Freddy

probably a resident evil nerd. he also just likes fps and horror games in general, like half-life and doom. his favorites were always RE though (he is very salty about the bad remakes). prefers console to PC but he doesn't mind too much

can't cook. can't bake. do NOT let him cook

got into vlogging through his love of games. probably went into a bunch of haunted/rundown buildings during his career, and I like to think he'd make stupid references in his vlog posts (like "wow! what a mansion!"). I picture his vlogging medium to be a mix of Ted the Caver (but the spooky parts are instead cheesy references for laughs) and those urban exploration channels on YouTube

probably freaks S14 out when he makes a gaming reference like they genuinely cannot picture that senior citizen picking up a controller and not spontaneously combusting

speaking of S14, he kind of bullies them in the older brother way. like he doesn't really mean it. at first when S14 became a specimen though, he DEFINITELY did. I think their dynamic is either "older brother & sibling 15 years younger" or "long lost father you met at a Walmart buying soggy cabbage that treats you more like a friend than a child" to be honest

I think he has serious anger issues and possessive tendencies from S12, but at his core he's just kind of a rugged nerd. not a very social person but can hold himself in a conversation

probably gives good hugs and falls asleep drooling in his leather recliner like SNNNORRRRRKKKKkk. exhale SNNNOOORRRKKK. exhale

[sleepn0tfound]

That's MY Daughter

DC x Fem!Neglected!Batsis! Reader x Marvel [Just some midnight thoughts]

Bruce and Tim realised something odd about Stark Industries. Ever since a few months ago the technology being produced there had improved by an unbelievable amount. It was futuristic, nothing that this world has seen before. And the weirdest part of it is the fact that Tony Stark had offered to partner up with Wayne Enterprises. THE Tony Stark, Iron Man, the most egotisical man they knew had willingly offered to partner up with them? After years of being petty with Bruce and the JL?

Tim had been made to prepare to become the new CEO soon, thus he recently started taking up more work at Wayne Enterprises when the agreement was made. Though instead of Tony being the one to talk about ideas it was an unknown woman communicating with him about the ideas, the product, the marketing, etc. And the merge of the two companies was an absolute success, the marketing especially drawing in young adults. (courtesy of Tim and the mysterious women who seems to be around the same age as him)

Who was the mysterious women though? Well both Bruce and Tim could only come to one solution. The least known character to Bruce, to Batman, which says a lot considering the fact that he had made a contingency plan for every Avenger, every hero, including his own teammates, including himself, yet this one character was completely unknown, zero plans if she were to go rogue. And that drove Bruce crazy. Her file was blank. Every vital information was marked with the word 'unknown'. It had been making Bruce paranoid for years since she had appeared next to the Avengers.

The reassurance from the Avengers never helped. It was as if something was gnawing at him. After all how could he trust them anyways? (careful Bruce your trust issues are showing)

One of the only things they knew about her is that she is the main hacker/coder for the Avengers, hence the reason why the Avengers digital security was admittedly better than the Justice League's and how much faster they got, what should be, classified information. (no matter how much Bruce wants to deny it)

And her codename, Special Agent Reaper. No she wasn't originally an Avenger, she was crowned the most skilled assassin of this era, working under S.H.I.E.L.D and one of the sole reasons why all of the HYDRA agents that have sneaked into S.H.I.E.L.D have been successfully taken out, her name would pass by in the wind every so often, they might be rumours or the truth but no one truly knows. Hell even Ra's Al Ghul, The Demon’s Head, had acknowledged her once. Even Talia had admitted that Damian's fighting technique was made to mirror The Reaper's, the only difference is he used katanas while the Reaper, fittingly, uses a scythe.

But one thing was for sure. If you saw the shadow of a hooded figure you better run, though at that point it might be too late.

As the saying goes, "Beware of the Grim Reaper. Wherever it goes death follows closely behind.”

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“Ah! Brucie! Here you are!” Tony said, wine in hand as he approached Bruce at the gala. Well that was a first. He usually never played into the Brucie persona. Well nonetheless the show must go on.

“Tony!” Bruce threw himself at the other billionaire, acting as if he was drunk, ignoring the way Tony’s expression turned into a grimace for a split second.

As usual, they were both around other pretentious socialites who never seemed to run out of questions.

“Ah! Tony, I heard Stark Industries have been bringing in more money than ever.”

“Oh yes! It’s all because of this prodigy i had found. She actually was the reason why Stark Industries and Wayne Enterprises had a collab. I might even give the company to her when I retire!" He let out a laugh that seems to emanate the word 'rich', a small smirk stayed on his lips as he heard the guests at the gala begin to whisper.

"Oh? Is that so? Then I would love to meet the person I have been working with this entire time." Tim Drake-Wayne said as he finally came out of the corner where he would usually stay in to observe rather than interact.

"Be my guest." A subtle challenge, as if Tony was daring him to go through with it as they locked eyes. A smirk on one face while a well practiced smile on the other.

Bruce let out a light hearted laugh as he tightened his grip around Tony, a subtle warning to stay away from his son, "Well then I wouldn't mind arranging a meeting! I'm sure you wouldn't mind the others joining." His tone had a slight change that even the most observant wouldn't realise.

Bruce could barely keep up the 'Brucie' act with Tony bragging about how Stark Enterprises profits have shot up with him finding a 'prodigy' and someone who will take over the company once he retires.

"Not at all. The more the merrier. I assume you wouldn't mind me inviting more people as well." Tony sipped his wine, he wasn't one to back out from a challenge, especially when he is so confident.

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This certainly wasn't how the Justice League and the Avengers expected their next meeting to happen. A petty fight between the two men that singlehandedly funds their respective teams causing all of them to be in one room together.

"Well then, Stark. Where is this prodigy that you speak so highly of?" Bruce said as he sported his famous batglare.

"I assure you she is on her way. She should just be right about done with her mission." Tony replied with the same tone, shooting a glare as well.

Meanwhile the two teams were watching this as if it was the most entertaining show they have seen.

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.

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"Hey I'm here." Y/n entered the hall, still wearing her assassin suit, though her signature black hood was down, revealing her face.

Silence seemed to engulf the room.

"Kid... Your hood."

"...Fuck."

hi! i might have disappeared for a month :D To those who are waiting for more parts of DC x Super/Kent!Reader it will come... eventually. I'm having the biggest writer's block for that specific AU so uhm yeah! I wasn't really planning on making that AU a series since it was mostly just me being bored and writing for the lols but since it received so much attention [thank you guys so much!] I have to do it now. i was doing some worldbuilding and already know how I want the reader to be and allat but I cant really think of how to shape the story ukukuk. so yeah stay tuned for that! also this thing was also just a blurb. Might make somewhat of continuation parts if I feel like it. [Also the neglected!batsis! fanfics I've been reading is getting to me. i have a feral urge to create a diff AU series for that] Also would you guys be interested in me creating a twitter/insta account or like a tele channel to post random things

[xxsyluslittlecrowxx]

The Mouth of God, The Hand of Death.

[ vampire!sylus x grim reaper!zayne ] [ snowcrow]

Part I of III

He drinks. I bury. He ruins. I atone. That’s how it’s always been. Until I stopped wanting to fix him- And started wanting him to ruin me too.

ABOUT | 3.8 k. snowcrow. vampire lore. reapers and regrets. three nights, one choice. old blood, older love. longing like rot.

TAGS | vampire x reaper. ruin-wrapped love. duty vs desire. blood-warm regret. ache with fangs.

MUSIC | the marriage of figaro / "duettino" sull'aria // wolfgang amadeus mozart, deutsche oper, berling, karl böhm, edith mathis, gundula janowitz

NOTE | this story was born from a brainrot shared by @syhli (this post right here). i couldn’t get it out of my head—vampire!sylus x grim reaper!zayne, tragic and beautiful and so mouthwatering. maybe you meant it more lighthearted, but it unraveled something in me. this had to be written. i fell in love with snowcrow all over again. thank you. part II arrives tomorrow. 🖤

INDEX | Part I † Part II † Part III †

Part I – The Incomplete Death

THE BODY WAS still warm.

That was the first cruelty.

The second: the soul hadn’t left it.

Zayne knelt beside the young man’s corpse in the alley, his black gloves creaking softly as he pressed two fingers to the pulse point of a throat that no longer pulsed. The skin had gone slack with shock, mouth parted just enough to expose bloodied teeth. The eyes remained open. Of course they did. They always did, with Sylus’s half-finished feedings.

He exhaled slowly and fog rose from his lips, curling upward like incense toward an absent god.

“Name?” he asked the body—not out of superstition, but habit. The Order required record, even when it felt cruel.

The soul answered in a shudder.

Not a word, just the sound of resistance. The soul coiled just beneath the ribs, silvery and shivering, like a child hiding under a table.

Souls didn’t like to leave when it happened like this. Too sudden, too slow. The mouth and neck torn just enough for the heart to panic before it failed. It made the transition...unclean. Stubborn.

Zayne set down the violin case. Snapped the latches with practiced reverence. Inside: the scythe. Collapsible. Gilded. Carved with a line of Old Enochian scripture that even the Order no longer bothered to translate. He didn’t need it for this—no harvesting required. Just a coaxing.

He didn’t draw the blade. He drew the coin.

Worn from use. Cool as riverstone. A line of text shimmered faintly around the rim, too old to read but familiar all the same. It hummed softly, a relic of mercy.

Pressed it between his palms. Whispered.

“You were seen. You were known. You were a beginning, even in your ending. Now let go.”

The soul resisted.

Zayne didn’t speak again. He never begged. Instead, he leaned in close and touched his brow to the young man’s. Closed his own eyes.

Let go, he thought. My hands are already full of too many names.

The warmth bled from the body. The soul gave a long sigh and passed.

He opened his eyes slowly. The alley was quiet. Just the wet hush of distant tires, the faint electric buzz of failing streetlamps. Somewhere nearby, an opera was beginning—he could hear the overture, muffled and grand.

And behind him, as always, came the scent of blood and burnt cedar.

He didn’t need to look.

“You’re late,” said Sylus, voice silked with disinterest. “He was twitching for almost five minutes before you arrived. I thought about finishing him, but…”

A pause.

“Didn’t want to ruin your part.”

Zayne didn’t rise. Not yet. The closeness of death still pressed against his skin like humidity. He stared at the blood pooling around the boy’s hair, still glistening.

“You’re getting sloppy,” he murmured.

“Or sentimental.”

“Sentimental people finish what they start.”

A flick of a match. The scrape of a cigarette filter against fang.

“I thought I did,” Sylus said.

Zayne finally stood, the coin cold again in his palm. He slid it back into the case beside the blade and shut the latches.

“You’re not feeding to live anymore,” he said. “You’re doing it to feel something.”

Sylus exhaled smoke into the dark. “Aren’t we all?”

Zayne didn’t answer. Somewhere above them, a curtain drew shut. A shadow blinked away.

The soul was gone. But the city was full of others. Some would leave gently. Some wouldn’t.

He turned, finally, to face him.

Sylus looked worse than the last time—leaner, maybe. Not physically. Just...less present. He stood like someone holding his body the way a tired man might carry luggage. The coat hung open, the collar dark with rain or blood. His shirt—half-buttoned silk, a color that might’ve once been ivory—was stained down the front. It could have passed for wine, if not for the smell.

Zayne’s gaze lingered. The same way a priest might linger on a penitent man who never confesses.

“You could’ve finished him,” he said flatly.

Sylus took another drag and let the smoke drift between them, as if it might blur the distance—or soften the judgment in Zayne’s voice.

“I could finish a lot of things,” he replied, “if I thought it would make a difference.”

Zayne’s jaw tightened.

“That’s not melancholy. That’s cowardice.”

Sylus’s mouth twitched. “And you’d know the difference.”

He said it gently. As if that hurt less.

Zayne stepped forward until they were standing just a breath apart, the edge of the case pressing into his thigh. The scent was stronger up close—burnt cedar, metallic sweetness, the familiar rot of old blood. Sylus had always smelled like fire at a funeral. Like something that had already been mourned.

“You’re drawing attention,” Zayne said. “Again. If I wasn’t the one cleaning up after you—”

“But you are,” Sylus interrupted, with something like amusement. “Still. After Vienna. After the docks. After Prague. After everything we swore we wouldn’t survive.”

Zayne didn’t look away.

“They’d say I’ve been compromised.”

“You have,” Sylus said. Quietly. Not with triumph, but recognition.

It hung there between them, the ghost of an admission neither had ever had the courage—or cruelty—to say out loud. Sylus’s eyes, once bright enough to unsettle, were dulled by some nameless ache, like a cathedral whose windows had been painted over. No light in, no light out.

Zayne reached for his scythe case—not to open it, just to touch it. A gesture Sylus noticed but said nothing about. It still felt like duty. Like a lifeline to something incorruptible.

“I should report you,” Zayne said.

“You should’ve done a lot of things.”

Their eyes met. Something vast and ugly and intimate passed between them.

He could’ve said duty. He could’ve said pity. But neither would’ve been true.

Then Sylus leaned back, cigarette burning low, and tilted his head.

“I thought you didn’t like loose ends.”

“I don’t.”

“Then why am I still breathing?”

Zayne’s hand tightened on the case. Leather creaked. His voice, when it came, sounded tired in a way that went beyond the body.

“Because I never figured out how to kill you without mourning you.”

Sylus stilled. Just for a second. A flicker. A breath.

Then he dropped the cigarette and crushed it beneath his boot.

“You always were sentimental,” he said.

And Zayne—who hadn’t slept in decades, who hadn’t felt clean since the last time Sylus kissed him with a mouth still wet from ruin—turned away.

He didn’t look back until he heard the other man’s footsteps retreat into the dark.

Even then, it was too late. Sylus was already gone.

Only the blood remained. And the scent.

And far above, the Order watched. They would not keep forgiving.

Zayne stepped out of the alley like a man walking back into a confession he never meant to give. The city was breathless beneath the fog. Even the streetlamps flickered like they had seen too much. He passed shuttered windows and balconies draped in silence. Behind some of them, people slept. Behind others, they didn’t.

The violin case weighed more than it should have.

He took the long way back.

There was no doorway, no incantation. Only intention. When he turned onto the narrow bridge above the canal, the air shifted. Light dimmed—not by absence, but pressure. Like something had stepped into the room and exhaled its name into the walls.

Then: the chamber.

He stood in a vaulted hall with no ceiling, the stars overhead silver-pinned and cruel. The floor was stone, veined with light. The Reapers’ insignia—worn by footfall, etched by bone.

At the far end stood one of them. Hooded. Unmoving.

Zayne bowed, slightly, like he didn’t mean it.

“You were seen,” the voice intoned. Neither male nor female. “And again, you did not act.”

He straightened.

“I handled it.”

“You delayed it.”

“He doesn’t feed deep. The souls still pass—I perform the rites.”

The figure didn’t move, but Zayne felt the air harden between them.

“A Reaper is not a nursemaid.”

That landed. Not like a slap—like a truth you didn’t want spoken aloud. Zayne folded his hands behind his back to stop them from curling into fists.

“I’ve kept him from doing worse.”

“You’ve kept him from being ended,” the voice said, sharper now. “He has broken the Accord three times. There will not be a fourth.”

Zayne said nothing. It was easier than apologizing. Easier than explaining that every time he tried to let go of Sylus, something in him howled. That it had never been mercy. Not even the first time. Not even in Vienna.

He knew what was coming. Had known since Prague, if he was honest. The Order didn’t warn a fourth time.

The figure stepped forward and extended something wrapped in dark silk.

Zayne did not want to touch it.

But he did.

Inside: a scroll. Sealed in black wax, marked with the old sigil of judgment—the ouroboros broken, the scythe blade turned inward. It was cold to the touch, colder still where his name had been written in silver.

The weight of it had already split him in two.

“You are no longer his assigned keeper. You have three nights. Reap him—or submit him. Or face exile.”

Exile. The word echoed like a bell that had never rung.

Not death. Not even punishment. Just removal. A quiet unwriting. The erasure of name, memory, function.

He would be stripped of assignment, of meaning—of anything that tethered him to memory. He would walk the world untethered. Forgotten.

They offered it like a mercy. It wasn’t.

Zayne stared down at the scroll.

It wasn’t the sentence that hollowed him. It was the fact that he still hadn’t made the choice himself.

He had known this was coming. The Order tolerated indulgence, not attachment. And Sylus had always been the line he never quite crossed, never quite stepped back from. The indulgence he kept rewrapping in logic, in duty, in denial.

He should have let them kill Sylus in Prague. He should have done it himself in Vienna.

God, Vienna.

A candlelit chamber, too quiet for the century it belonged to. Sylus had been nearly dead that night. Ash-colored. Blood drying in the corners of his mouth. Zayne had sat beside him on the bed like a man waiting for a verdict, not a death.

Sylus had asked for wine. Zayne had brought water.

And then he had taken Sylus’s ruined hand in his own and said, “Just close your eyes. I’ll make it painless.”

But Sylus hadn’t closed his eyes. He’d laughed.

“You always want it clean. That’s why you’ll never do it.”

Zayne had left that night with his blade unblooded. And the shame of it had followed him across cities, through plagues and wars and peace masquerading as silence.

He looked now at the scroll in his palm.

He could feel his name burning beneath the seal. Not as a curse. As a reminder: you chose this.

Zayne exhaled once. Then again. And then, without ceremony, he tore the seal off with his teeth and dropped the scroll into the open flame of the chamber's offering brazier.

The parchment burned fast. The wax screamed.

He had said the words to countless souls. But no one would speak them for him.

He emerged back into the city just before dawn—if one could call the pale, flickering blue that haunted the rooftops "morning." The sky was a bruise.

He walked until the streets emptied. Until he found the canal again. Still stinking of salt and old metal.

Zayne knelt and placed two fingers to the stone.

From the lining of his coat, he drew a sliver of bone. Not human. Not his. Just old. Carved in the language of callings. Rare. Forbidden. It could not be sent twice.

The act alone would mark him.

He carved the words into it slowly:

Meet me where the bell never rang.

He dropped it into the canal. It vanished as if pulled under by breathless hands.

Sylus would know what it meant.

They both would.

* * * *

There weren’t many places left in the city untouched by sound, but this one had always been an exception.

The old underground station.

Beneath the old quarter, past rusted turnstiles and sealed-off tunnels, it waited—the city’s first subterranean line, long since condemned. The bell tower above had been built unfinished—left without its final stone, without its chime—because the first conductor was murdered before the first train could ever leave the platform. A superstition, a rumor. But neither of them had ever questioned it. Silence had weight here. The kind that couldn’t be lifted.

Zayne arrived just after dusk.

He came without ceremony. No scythe. No robes. Just a long coat and silence, boots soft against soot-stained tiles. The air was stale with abandonment, thick with mildew and coal dust and time. Somewhere far above, the world staggered on—faint traffic hum, a siren cut short—but here, underground, it might as well have been a crypt.

And then the scent hit him.

Smoke. Blood. Burnt cedar.

Zayne halted on the final stair, fingers tightening on the rail, bracing for the hit he knew was coming.

He saw them before he heard them.

Sylus was already feeding.

The woman leaned into him like she was worshipping something sacred and sick. Her head was tilted back, mouth parted in half a sigh, half a moan. She looked drunk on it. The illusion of choice. Of closeness. Zayne had seen it before. Had felt it, once, long ago—when Sylus had touched his throat like a violin waiting to be played.

Sylus fed slowly. Reverently. He never looked at her.

His eyes were on Zayne.

Zayne didn’t move.

Watching felt obscene. But Sylus had always turned cruelty into ritual. He didn’t just want to be seen. He wanted to be witnessed. To be known in the exact moment of his worst hunger. To be looked at and not left.

Zayne hated him for it. He hated himself more.

When the woman finally sagged, dazed and half-conscious, Sylus eased her to the ground like something fragile. He didn’t thank her. Didn’t clean her throat. Just rested her against a column and rose slowly, the silk of his shirt wrinkled and wet.

His mouth glistened.

He licked his bottom lip with something close to ceremony, then reached into his coat for a cigarette.

“Once again...” a pause, “You’re late,” he said, not unkindly. Just...tired. Like maybe he’d waited longer than he’d meant to.

Zayne almost said he hadn’t meant to come. But that would’ve been another lie between them.

He descended the final stair.

“You fed in a public corridor.”

He said it like a reprimand. But it wasn’t. It was stalling. There was only one sentence between them now.

“She asked me to.”

“She didn’t know what she was asking.”

Sylus lit the cigarette with a snap of his fingers. Literal. No match, no flame. Just pressure and blood memory.

“I never claimed to be merciful.”

Zayne’s gaze dropped to the woman. Her pulse was there—just barely. He could feel it before he touched her.

“You’re leaving them closer to death every time.”

Sylus exhaled smoke toward the ceiling, as if testing how much the shadows would take before choking.

“I keep thinking maybe you won’t come.”

Zayne looked up.

“I keep thinking maybe you want me to.”

Sylus smiled, slow and without warmth. It didn’t reach his eyes—Zayne wasn’t sure it ever had.

“I do,” he said, simply.

A silence settled then. Not heavy, not cold. Just… waiting. Like the air itself was holding its breath, unwilling to touch what hovered between them.

Zayne crossed the final distance.

The woman’s breathing was faint, lips parted in sleep or spell. Zayne pressed two fingers to her throat, then laid his palm just above her heart. His other hand dipped into his coat and found the smallest blade—a silver sliver, holy not by blessing but by memory. He pricked his thumb and let a single drop fall onto her forehead.

Let her go gently, he thought.

The blood sank into her skin like ink. Her pulse steadied. She would wake soon with no memory, only the echo of a dream she would never name.

Zayne rose and turned.

Sylus was watching him.

He always watched him like that.

Like Zayne was the end of something.

“You didn’t have to save her,” Sylus murmured.

Zayne shrugged one shoulder, the motion brittle. “You didn’t have to drain her.”

Sylus dragged from his cigarette and blew the smoke sideways. “I left enough.”

“You never leave enough.”

A beat. Then another.

“You say that like you want me to start.”

Zayne closed the space between them in three slow steps. Close enough to see the way Sylus’s pupils dilated, how the faint flush of hunger still bloomed high on his cheeks. He always looked younger after he fed. Like something had been painted over the rot.

“You’re looking for someone to stop you,” Zayne said. “That’s what this is.”

Sylus tilted his head. “Or someone to join me.”

Zayne’s breath caught. Just slightly. But Sylus saw it. Of course he did.

He reached out—not like a predator, but like a man lighting another’s cigarette. A casual intimacy that left no room to flinch.

Fingers grazed Zayne’s collar first, then the hollow of his throat. Just the ghost of pressure.

His thumb hovered where a pulse should be.

Zayne didn’t move.

“You used to tremble when I touched you,” Sylus said, voice low. “Now you don’t even blink.”

Zayne’s voice came soft. “Maybe I’m already dead.”

Sylus’s hand didn’t move. But the rest of him did—closer, fraction by fraction, until Zayne could feel the words before they were spoken.

“Then reap me,” Sylus whispered, lips brushing against his ear. “You’ve had a thousand chances.”

Zayne reached up—not to strike, not to push him away. Just to close his hand around Sylus’s wrist.

His grip was steady.

“You think this is about punishment,” Zayne said. “But it isn’t. It never was.”

Sylus didn’t pull away.

Zayne guided Sylus’s hand down—slow, deliberate—then held it between them like an offering. A warning. A wound.

“If I wanted you gone, you would be,” he said.

Sylus laughed then, quietly, but something fragile cracked in the middle of it.

“So this is mercy?”

“No,” Zayne said. “This is restraint.”

The cigarette, long forgotten, burned out between Sylus’s fingers.

Zayne dropped his wrist and turned.

But Sylus followed.

Not quickly. Not with need. But like gravity. Like orbit.

“You came here to decide something,” Sylus said.

“I did.”

He kept walking. Never looked back.

But the words chased him, wrapped around his spine like threadbare ribbon.

“So? What did you decide?”

Zayne paused halfway up the stairs.

He hadn’t opened the scroll to read it. He hadn’t needed to. The terms were already here—blood, breath, and the weight of things unsaid.

“I decided to return the choice you forced on me in Vienna.”

Sylus stilled behind him.

Zayne turned his head just enough for his voice to carry.

“You remember what that was, don’t you?”

The candlelight. The breath between them. The refusal to close his eyes.

Sylus’s answer came slower than it should have.

“I remember I didn’t close my eyes.”

Zayne nodded.

“Then don’t close them now.”

“You have three nights.”

He didn’t look back. He didn’t need to.

The words sank like teeth.

And Sylus—who’d lived through plagues and empires, who’d buried gods and lovers alike—stood alone on the platform, with the scent of old blood in his mouth and judgment at his heels.

He didn’t follow. He didn’t breathe. Just listened to the echo of footsteps leaving him behind.

The city was quiet when Zayne surfaced. Not in the way silence was quiet, but in the way grief was—dense and slow, like fog left to rot in the lungs.

He walked without direction, letting the streets choose for him.

The sky above was a bruise again, violet at the edges and bleeding rust. Somewhere, a church bell rang noon—or midnight—it didn’t matter. The city had never cared for time the way mortals did. It measured itself in losses.

A florist was closing up shop on the corner. A child lit a match and dropped it into the gutter just to watch the flare. A woman pressed her forehead to a windowpane as if remembering something soft.

Zayne watched none of it directly. He just walked. And the world moved around him, untouched.

He paused near a small chapel with a crooked door and a rusted sign: no rites after dusk. He didn’t go in.

Instead, he reached into his coat and touched the edge of a torn ribbon. Black. Burnt at one end. He’d kept it for years. From where, he couldn’t say anymore. A battlefield? A funeral? One of Sylus’s shirts?

He turned it over in his hand until his fingers remembered the curve of another wrist. Pale skin, pulse fluttering like a trapped moth.

The first time he touched Sylus, it had felt like sacrilege. The second, like surrender. The third—he never forgave himself.

He didn’t stop walking until the sun threatened the horizon.

One night gone. Two left. And still, no closer to choosing the end.

He never looked up to watch it rise. But he felt it—low and dull against the skin, like a wound reopening. He knew better than to expect light.

But still, it came. Thin and grey, spilling through the alley slats and window cracks like something shameful. The kind of morning that didn’t cleanse—it just revealed what hadn’t been buried properly.

He stopped in front of a bakery that hadn’t opened in years. The display was still dressed with paper flowers and crumbling wax fruit. Dust laced everything like frost.

He watched the empty window for a long time.

Once, in Prague, Sylus had broken into a patisserie and stolen six éclairs. They’d eaten them on a rooftop while the city burned, ash in the frosting, firelight on their lips. Sylus had licked sugar from Zayne’s thumb without asking.

He hadn’t spoken a word. He didn’t have to.

Some memories arrived like wounds. Others, like wine turned bitter in the throat.

Zayne turned from the window and walked toward the river. The wind picked up. It carried the scent of sea rot and rust, but not blood.

Not yet.

At the edge of the canal, he crouched and rinsed his fingers in the brackish runoff. It wouldn’t wash anything away. He didn’t expect it to. But there was still something sacred in the gesture.

He cupped the water, held it to his brow, and whispered the names of the ones Sylus hadn’t meant to kill. He never wrote them down. That would have made it real.

Behind his closed eyes, he didn’t see their faces.

He saw Sylus, barefoot on the old tile, hands slick with someone else’s life. He saw the way he looked when he fed. He saw the way he looked when he didn’t.

Zayne stood.

He hadn’t heard the Order’s voice since. That didn’t mean they weren’t watching.

Two nights left.

The wind turned again—salt, rust… memory. And still, he wanted to be wrong about him.

Part II out tomorrow...

INDEX | Part I † Part II † Part III †

[ cover : pinterest]

[deceasedream69]

Alien

Summary: He found you, you're not supposed to be here, what's he gonna do about it?

-

The concrete wet beneath my feet. It was raining a while ago but it stopped, the air was still cold. It was late, the only thing I could hear were my shoes, some drops and an ocassional passing car.

I felt alone for the most part of the walk, I just wanted to get home, put my pjs on, eat something and watch a movie until I fell asleep.

God, that sounded like such a good plan, I was already savouring it.

Until I felt like I wasn't alone anymore. But I didn`t want to make it obvious, so I didn't stop or turn around, instead, I tried to use the mirrors or windows I was passing by, but I didn't notice anything...

I didn't want to draw attention to myself but I already started to walk faster unconciously, my grip tight on my purse and my eyes scanning everything they could around me.

There was an emtpy alley, so I took the chance, it was a limited space where I could have more vision and control.

I walked normally again, trying to spike my senses, but I didn't feel anything or see anything anymore.

I sighed and kept walking with a tight grip on my purse and relief in my stomach.

I exited the alley and BAM.

Something hit me in the head. I fell, throwing my purse away from the impact. I fell on that dirty wet floor. I sat up, cleaning my hands on my jeans.

There was this tall guy in a white bandages suit, not far from him was this even taller bird like person, with a big reaper scythe. I looked up at the guy in front of me. He was looking directly at me with those white glowing eyes. In his hands he already had his daggers ready.

-what do you think you're doing here? - the bird like person said. I turned to look at him.

The guy turned to look at the bird and then at me, almost like in surprise.

-What do you fucking care? Am I doing something bad...? - I smiled - you think you're the hero now? saving the world from the bad guys? attacking from the root before they even have the chance of even thinking about doing something? - I stood up, the guy with the suit just backed away, not taking his eyes off of me, but not doing anything without the bird's instructions.

-Cause I know damn well walking on the street isn't something wrong.

-everything you do here is wrong, you don't belong here - he stood from the car he was sitting - you think you can just pick a universe to live on and everyone in it will acommodate? hm? silly witch

-sorry, God of this world, if you must... send me to hell then, but you - I pointed directly at him, my hand glowing read already - not your soldadito. (little soldier)

He was wearing a mask but I could still see the confusion and surprise on his face.

-Marc, finish her.

-such a pussy - I whispered to myself.

The bird man turned around and left us alone.

-I'm not going to fight you, I don't even know you, and I know you don't want to do this - I picked my purse from the floor and kept walking, trying to clean myself a little.

-great, now I also gotta shower.

WHAM

I felt the punch on my cheek but it was too late, I couldn't even use my hands. I hit myself against a car. I quuickly put myself together, looking everywhere.

He pushed me from behind, I tried to use my powers but he quickly kicked my hands and then my stomach.

I gasped for air.

I could see the bird man seeing everything from a rooftop.

I collected air again and stood up. Throwing a ball of enery to the guy, but he quickly dodge them. I took rocks and started throwing them on his way.

He got his daggers out and threw one at me, I quickly dodge it but it still managed to cut my cheek a little. I fell and took the dagger out, with my powers of course, and tried to pursue him with it. I made an ugly cut on his leg and he fell. I took my chance and started to run away.

But it didn't take long for him to be behind me again.

-fuck!

I stopped.

-look, please, let's just stop, okay? I don't want to create a scene, there's too much people here, I don't want to hurt or even fight you, please - I pleaded as I backed away.

Not even sure if he could answer, the suit covering his mouth entirely.

He walking towards me, slowly, like showing he wasn't going to stop. Until he came to a stop, really close to me. He looked at me, up and down, and got his dagger up, but when he got it down I stopped him with my powers.

-I tried.

I sent the dagger flying away and the picked him up, sending him through a closed store glass, and then throwing a car too.

Quickly flying away, falling on a rooftop and running and jumping, just trying to get away.

-hm - he smiled - I knew you weren't going to be an easy catch, but I believe I underestimated you.

-just let me go, I know I don't belong here, but I promise I won't cause any trouble.

-on the contrary, I think you're going to be very useful to me.

that's when I felt a needle on my neck, there's nothing else I could do.

-hours later-

Opening my eyes slowly, my head felt dizzy and my body numb. It was alredy day time, the sun was shining through the windows, white walls, pictures on them, this house seemed really cozy. I looked down, new clothes, clothes that weren't mine. I sighed in defeat.

-you woke up - a man said walking pass me, must be the suit guy.

-mhm - I barely replied.

He got closer.

-not talking hm? I made breakfast, but before we get to that part-

-don't misunterstand what I'm about to do, but I'm really uncomfortable.

He looked puzzle.

I used my powers and got myself off the table I was on and into the kitchen. There was a big buffet in there.

He laughed - that's what I was aout to say, but I guess it's better if I explain it while we're eating.

-at the table-

He wasn't so tall, but he seemed big, dark eyes and dark curly hair. He was wearing a loose shirt but I could tell he's strong.

-Konshu needs you, that's why we did what we did last night

-Konshu? the bird man?

He laughed and nodded - yeah, exactly him, the bird man. I'm Marc, and you? I don't really know your name, you just were a mission last night

-flattering, my name is y/n. Why does he need me?

-from what I can see, you're powerful, he doesn't like to see so much power and it not being on his side, so he needs to have control over it, immediatly.

He was eating fast, I suppose that's what he's trained for.

-what am I doing here? you could just tell me and send me home.

-you're here because I'm going to train you.

I laughed - I don't need training, do you even have powers like mine?

-I don't need to have them, I'll train you on hand to hand combat, you really need it - he stood up, his plate already finished.

-eat, shower, in the backyard at eight.

He said leaving the house.

[midnight1nk]

So, this week's episode...

[spoilers below cut]

I KNEW IT!!! I knew that one of the two episodes left of the year had to be a holiday one aha!! *LE GASP* does that mean the last one will be sonic 3?

*nods* respect 👏

A Christmas special with TARI, oooh! and noticeably a shorter one too, huh. alright, let's-a GOOOOOOOO

(the following is my live reaction:)

aww, look at Tari being adorable (see that's how you get me, have my favorite characters do cute little hops and my life is yours)

bringing back the side characters LET'S GOOOO

CLENCH omg you're back I hope you can stay for the whole episode

ooooh tari's christmas list just dropped. hmmm let's see...

Saiko = KFC Theme Guitar (honestly slay) Mario = Spaghetti Necklace (whether he's going to wear or eat it, he'll enjoy it regardless) Kaizo = Scythe Polish Luigi = Gardening Kit SMG4 = Body Oder Spray (my man can't catch a break, "he stinks" canon) Belle = Nintendo Switch Case SMG3 = Dog Grooming Kit (for Eggdog awwww) Melony = How to draw Manga book (nice callback to "SMG4 and SMG3 Shop For Cursed Items" episode for Christmas shopping) Whimpu = Glasses Repair Kit Boopkins = Body Pillow Cleaning Kit (...) Bob = Karaoke Machine (that's actually sweet considering he is a rapper and the obvious choice would be a gun or smth, tari's a good friend) Rob = Corn Keychain

the cliche superhero transition *wheeze*

can I just say I love the fit Mario has on

1920's spaghetti?

i did not expect to see Sonic 06 (foreshadowing, eh?) and as a sonic fan, i gotta respect the hustle

now, i know it's supposed to be disgusting and you obviously have to put gross things here to convey that but... there's that eye imagery again.... *flashbacks ensue*

oooh Christmas party! I wanna see that!

aww tari did get clench a glove, maybe she didn't want to spoil the surprise too soon

also let's take a moment for that board in the bg:

"Random Text Here Shameless Advertising Happy Birthday smg4!" then something signed by a "Fan"

gotta love the small details

gonna be using this as a reaction pic for now on

Mario, don't you guys have a basement? pretty sure no one will grab the bag in there

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA OMG OMG THERE'S NO WAY THIS IS REAL THEY ACTUALLY USED CANTRO'S OUTFIT DESIGN FOR THIS EPISODE THAT'S AWESOME DUDE (am aware that the Team used the model before in a previous ep but it was only shown for a few seconds, this is BIG)

new merch, eh?

...i'll take your entire stock

Oh Tari, it's okay to say no. Four did ask if you had time

beautiful commercial....wha? Bob, da hell are you doing? oh the usual

charity? understandable, have a good day

PFFT HAHAHAHA that grenade bit somehow got me

oh Four somehow teleported outside, chair and all

*wheeze* the way they just latch on the back of the cop car like that

BOOPKINS? ...yeah I should've seen that coming. and he's on a toddler seat too

question for the people: is UNO a board game? if not, then boopkins, you got it wrong buddy

RIGHT NOW?! boopkins she's got her hands full

GEEZ even I'm getting stressed

gonna be real here: it was actually a good choice to have the plot at a faster pace just so we could feel Tari's stress rapidly building up

oh hey Meggy's matching with Mario (love that for the M&M siblings) but Saiko, girl, please get yourself a coat :( you're gonna freeze

OH GOD Tari, i need you to breathe please! all of this is stressing you out, it's okay to say no

...oh no

i can't look dude, i know Tari's technically fulfilling everyone's wishes but this isn't the way to go :(

C'MON TARI, HOPE YOU CAN MAKE IT IN TIME PLEASE

NO NO NO *flips table* oh poor Tari

OH NO CAN I GIVE HER A HUG PLEASE? *shakes my laptop screen* LET ME INNNNNNN

WTF NO SHE DOESN'T DESERVE THIS

TARI DON'T LISTEN TO THOSE VOICES IN YOUR MIND, YOU ARE A GOOD FRIEND

...three? let me turn the brightness up

yeah that's Four's model but for some reason has Three's voice and line.... huh... (I'll come back to this later)

dude, i literally had to pause and leave the room

fuck you got me tearing up. Team, is that what you wanted from me?

no tari, it wasn't your fault :( you didn't ruin anything

YES TELL HER, SAIKO

STAWP I'M THIS 🤏 CLOSE TO FULL-ON SOBBING WTF

FAMILY IS FOUND 👏👏👏

...wha? Three?

wait, this whole episode was you were retelling what happened to Tari, to Eggdog?

...that actually puts things in a whole new context (I'll talk about it later)

*gets hit by the book*

AY Congrats to Mango for your art being featured in the end credits! 🎉 what an awesome Christmas gift from the Team honestly

.・-: ✧ :--: ✧ :-・.

This was a fantastic Christmas special! This really punched me in the gut (but in a good way). Everything, as always, was amazing. Excellent job, Team!!! Too bad Clench couldn't be in the whole episode.

Oh Tari, my girl :( I felt the emotional rollercoaster along with her and I just wanted to give her a giant hug.

Me 🤝 Tari → people pleasers with a dose of abandonment issues

Tari, I've been there and I promise your friends aren't gonna leave you. What you can offer, what you're able to, that is worth something. It doesn't need to be material, just being a part of their lives is enough. No matter how big, because to them, it could mean a lot more than what you think.

It's what I've been struggling too, that the people who have approached me only wanted what I could offer, but not as a person. And it takes time to heal and open up again to people who are worth opening up to, but you'll get there.

So, to remind you (yes, the one behind the screen): you are enough. We are enough. What you do, means a lot more to other people than what you think. You'd be surprised how much a second of your presence means to people, and they value that. It's why it's okay to say no when you aren't able to, they'll understand if they truly do care for you. I promise, time will come around for you to find the good ones.

That's why I love this show. It isn't just a "silly meme show", it's so much more than that. Yes, it does have its funny moments but it can be emotional, dramatic, exciting. And even relatable. That's the point of stories. Like I said countless times before:

Every story, no matter how outlandish it seems, is grounded in reality.

That's why I'm glad this was one of the last episodes of the year, to bring it all back that it's a story that we all can relate to in some way. That we aren't alone. Grab each other by the hand and take one day at a time.

Oh boy, sorry for that emotional stuff. Just wanted to bring some comfort 💙 With that, I'm gonna bring back what was the most interesting of this episode: SMG3

It wasn't until the very end that we realized this whole episode was Three retelling Tari's story not only to Eggdog but also to Terrance.

(If I remember the layout correctly, right in the same nook above the fireplace is where Terrance's photo is placed)

So, yes, he is reading a bedtime story to both of his sons. (just gonna cry in the corner for a second) He's such a dad 🥺

Anyway, i shall put my theorist goggles on:

Back in the part when Tari was too late to buy the Crew presents and the voices in her head were bashing her for failing, we have SMG3 for some reason come in:

To be clear, that's Four's model (notice the lack of chip of the cap) but Three is the one saying: "And I thought I was evil..." Other than being the narrator, Three wasn't in the story, so the question is why?

The obvious would be that the Team simply made a mistake and forgot that they placed this in. Ok, sure, that's if it was on accident. But what if they did it on purpose?

As Three stated in the episode "Trash Friends", he truly believes he's "the worst version of SMG4"

Think about it: the basic roles for them are Four as the hero and Three as a villain.

If Three was ever in an episode all of a sudden is because he is the negative force of the story. Recall back to the episode "Meme Hunters" when Three was forced to be "the conflict" of the episode.

Now, it may seem harmless but to him, he was afraid to be perceived as nothing more than "SMG4's cheap and worst copy"

And also in "You Used to Be Cool", people have noticed when he does lay back a bit from the usual villain/rival role and bash him saying, "This isn't you."

Hero or villain, you're seen differently by everybody

Then there was the whole "moral of the story" part:

Ofc, it's a whole thing that Three refuses time after time that he's not friends with the Crew

Now with the context that we have, we just got a peek into Three's fears/insecurities. Basically: if he opens up and accepts that he has friends, they might try and take advantage of him. So, what should he do? Close himself off, be an asshole, and deny, deny, deny.

Despite risking literally everything, INCLUDING HIS OWN LIFE, for them, he's doing this to protect himself from emotional harm when he's the most vulnerable.

There's indeed a trope that villains, especially redeemed ones, would have a sense of empathy of some kind. They know what's like to hit rock bottom, it's why they can empathize with the people who least deserve it, like Tari. (Even with Four back in IGBP.) So yes, as much as this is a story about Tari, it also relates to Three.

How can you have what you want when you're the one holding yourself back?

Three: "I also need love, understanding, and tenderness." [IGBP movie, Spanish dub] Three: " I just want the USB in that spaghetti in your stomach so I can use it to gain fame and love that SMG4 has too much of, okay?!" Mario: "...Is that it? Silly SMG3, you could of just told Mario instead of suppressing your inner emotions and your fear of being forever forgotten." [Trash Friends]

I mean, look at the last episode, he was so happy to know he got fanart.

The pressure he has, the role he has to play, what he's perceived as. It all affects him. Sure, he doesn't care that he's not perceived as the standard definition of a villain but he is really as human as he can be, with fears and desires.

Another way to see the "failure" part of the episode is that Three could never see Four in a negative light. Sure, Four has made terrible mistakes but past the YouTube Arc, Three has never seen Four as a villain (again, the role of the hero thing). Four is flawed just as he is, but since he's the one telling Tari's story, he replaces Four with himself in the narrative.

It's not confirmed it's because he cares about Four in this instant but it's obvious he has done it on purpose. All because that's the role he plays, one he absolutely fears, "an evil and worst copy of Four".

(For all we know, he might've altered some other things in the story we haven't even known about.)

AND the fact that he's telling it like a bedtime story to his son(s) as a warning, so they don't go through what he went through when he was younger (his whole parenting of reminding them that they're loved and appreciated for even the smallest things)

So, long story short: me 🤝 Tari 🤝 SMG3 → underlining abandonment issues

I've been noticing that a lot of points from past episodes are starting to resurface again (like IGBP) and I do hope we get to bring back what's going on with Three. Then, we might get Three having the same conclusion that Tari went through: as much as he wants to deny it to protect himself, he'll realize that it's okay to be vulnerable and have friends.

And he'd be surprised how much of what he did was valuable to them. That what he seeks is already right in front of him. After all, he's already part of the Crew :)

He would just have to let himself avert his view and see the truth.

[palmyre-fallstar]

Two knights : Hans and Henry’s eyes meet

Hans

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64773121/chapters/166442947

But then, a sound startled me. Surprise gave way to shock, and I froze. Had he really locked the door? His footsteps were heading towards me at full speed. My senses must have been playing tricks on me; the situation felt unreal…

I turned just as he reached my side, but I barely had time to see him before he came even closer. His lips met mine… again. This time, it was from him. Henry… The logs I had dropped without realizing it clattered to the floor, but I paid them no mind.

The outside world ceased to exist. There was only this burning contact, urgent yet not brutal. I shivered at the feel of his hand on my neck, while I tightened my own grip. I would not let him go this time.

Without even fully realizing what was happening, Henry, with a fluid but impatient motion, spun us around without releasing the kiss. I understood we were heading towards the bed.

I was unprepared for this moment, one I had never dared imagine could come to pass anywhere but in my dreams.

My body, already overwhelmed by emotion, was struck by a sudden sensation that tightened my stomach and dried my throat. I felt so light, as if I no longer touched the ground, as Henry gently laid me—this was a new sensation between us—on the bed.

At that moment, I needed to meet his gaze. He seemed to understand as well, or perhaps we had the same idea at the same moment. I looked at him finally, for the first time since the beginning of the kiss—in reality, it felt like I was seeing him for the first time—just as my back sank into the mattress. We exchanged no words, only a tender smile, silently seeking consent in each other's eyes. The attention he gave me in that moment touched me to the core of my soul…

I wanted to keep this image etched forever. The idea of this man I loved offering me all of himself with such sincerity moved me deeply. I shivered involuntarily, suddenly struck by lucidity. His beauty radiated in this soft light. Was he aware of it? Henry had skillfully silenced my last fears.

I trusted him enough to give my life, and in that instant, I felt more alive than ever. This was real: the weight of his body on mine, my hands running along his back, caressing the fine embroidery of his tunic. I reveled in his scent as he leaned down again, sealing with a slow kiss this silent promise.

I surrendered fully then, without restraint, to his lips, his breath, his sighs…

Death would have to wait before bringing its scythe down upon us, for paradise was here, in this room where time had stopped.

Henry

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65668018/chapters/169096033

And all the love I had so vainly tried to bury surges through me, like sap through a tree.

For the second time, my body moves on its own.

I lock the door with a steady hand that mirrors my resolve.

He can’t miss the sharp click of the latch or the sound of my footsteps drawing dangerously close.

When our eyes meet, I’m near enough to read the disbelief in his gaze. The blue of his eyes shines in the dim light. So I wasn’t the only one who had surrendered to tears; the thought twists my stomach.

I need no more.

I seize his arm and turn him to face me. Now we stand eye to eye. My hand slides to his waist, pulling him closer, while the other runs along the nape of his neck, drawing his face to mine until our breaths mingle.

Nothing can stop me now. My lips meet his, finding immediate response. The logs Hans had been holding crash to the floor as he wraps his arms around me, tightening the embrace.

A blaze ignites inside me, consuming me entirely.

This time, I welcome the loss of control. I surrender to it, even at the risk of losing my mind.

Hans’s kisses are as soft and delicate as mine are hungry.

I never truly imagined this ending for us, yet what I feel now defies all understanding. The wall has given way, collapsed, and we dance upon its ruins.

I hear him sigh between our kisses; a shiver runs through me. Every part of me yearns for more contact, more closeness. My body moves as if it knows exactly what to do, though it knows nothing. Without breaking the kiss, I instinctively guide us toward the canopy bed.

The mattress creaks softly under our weight. I choose that moment to break the kiss. I want to meet his gaze. I want to see everything we haven’t dared to say aloud. I’m not disappointed. His eyes speak for him, beyond words. I hope he, too, found in mine what he was searching for.

I cradle his neck as he lies back on the mattress, accompanying his movement with all the tenderness I can muster. I stretch out above him, surrendering once again to the pull of his lips and the shivers that his nearness sends through me.

This foretaste of heaven will never come again. It is a moment that belongs to us alone. I intend to savour every second, fully aware of the gift we've been given. And above all, I want him to know how deeply I love him, how much this means. No matter what follows, I want to have no regrets.

[just-null]

ooh hb noritoshi in a grimreaper's outfit ? 🎃

WE'RE SO BACK W THE COSTUMES I HAVENT FORGOTTEN. these are taking a lot longer than anticipated, partly bc I want to draw Noritoshi in these costumes for a bit.. but im still going strong

I love grim reapers!!! I completely forgot abt their existence until you requested this! I felt like it was too plain with just a robe, so I modified the outfit a bit. and yes, that's body paint. and yes, that's supposed to be a harness. that scythe is probably fake...... it just looks real...... probably plastic....... i doubt ppl would feel safe if Noritoshi was seen w a huge sharp weapon considering he looks like he has his eyes closed 24/7

[Doodles under the cut!]

shout out to Miwa and Todo, my other two favorites from Kyoto! I like them all!

bro tbh, if noritoshi were a grim reaper, there'd be so many lost souls out there. me included. YOUR ASS SEES THIS DUDE WHEN YOU DIE, ITS LIKE WAKING UP TO AN ANGEL TF.. guiding you to the afterlife, my ass. why would you wanna leave this fine as hell man?

OH, THE OTHER KYOTO KIDS ARE TEASIN HIM (except miwa) WHEN HE FLOUNDERS AROUND TO GET IN CHARACTER IT'S SO CUTE. F UCK

DOES THE LAST ONE COUNT AS SUGGESTIVE???? DONT LOOK AT IT TOO LONG. YOU JUST SMOOCHED HIM THATS ALL.

heh. Noritoshi's hands aren't as smudged as his face bc he didn't want to ruin the bodypaint himself, but you really think he's strong enough to decline a kissy??? fucking wrong. his ass probably thinks his face is only slightly smudged up.

👏 congrats

[taybatwo2]

Monster High IDW Comics Review: Part 7 of ?: Monster High IDW Issue 1: Part 2

Okay, we got Issue 1’s miscellaneous information out of the way, time for the innards! Show us the story!!

As always, here is the very first part of these reviews/breakdowns:

https://www.tumblr.com/taybatwo2/754406016295321600/monster-high-idw-comics-review-part-13-the-fcbd?source=share

And here is the first part covering issue 1 (review part 6):

https://www.tumblr.com/taybatwo2/772726504008384512/monster-high-idw-comics-review-part-6-of?source=share

The comic page breakdown is under the cut, bubbles are whited out to try and circumvent copyright.

Page 1:

The first page has the “CryptCrier” telling the reader/students of Monster High that two shady figures are in Monster High and are wanting to talk to Headmistress Bloodgood.

Bloodgood is NOT happy that these “shady figures” are requesting her to do….something…we don’t know what yet. She says the students have been through too much and she doesn’t want them traumatized farther (I AM NOT looking forward to cracking open and making my Once Bitten break down). The Shady figures threaten her again.

Pros:

The artwork, lighting, and aesthetics all blend in really well the G1’s 2D cartoon.

Callbacks:

There was a shady figure threatening Frankie’s dad in the Free Comic Book issue too.

G1’s Bloodgood never had axe earrings, those are inspired by G3’s scythe/axe earrings (but they look good on her here).

Page 2:

Bloodgood is still not giving in to their unknown demands and says she’s the one that gives the orders around here (you tell them!). They call her bluff and she is about to call “her nightmare” on them (so she’s Nightmare the nightmare…Bloodgood! You could do better than that). The shadowy figures cut her off by asking if she knew Hexiciah.

She stops and says that “he set off on an expedition months ago and never returned.” They claim he is NOT LOST!! Dun-Dun-DUN.

Pros:

HEXICIAH! I love it when he shows up (and they really lean hard on Bloodgood and Hexiciah’s relationship. >:3 ).

Callbacks:

We are reminded that Bloodgood’s first name is Nora.

Nitpicks:

Nightmare is not known to be intimidating; the back of Bloodgood’s doll’s box reading: “her nervous demeanor belies her rather intimidating name, she is almost always ready to charge into any situation at a moment’s notice…almost.” She is even quoted to have “boughts of fear and panic” on the Monster High wiki. But! She can breathe fire…which is intimidating. I also don’t think Nightmare was a literal “nightmare” before? I believe she was some sort of shadow or demonic horse (specifically based off the demonic blue horse from Denver, Colorado’s airport)

I think Nora deserves to brandish an axe or some fiery jack o’lanterns to protect the school. And I assume that Hexiciah is missing AGAIN…? He was just found by Robecca with the help of Ghoulia after he was missing for ~100 years (according to Robecca and Hexiciah’s SDCC diaries). Someone put a tracking device on this man!!

Part 3:

The shadowy figures show her a picture of Hexiciah and claim they’ve tracked him down and know where he is. If she joins them, they can be reunited.

Bloodgood once again picks Monster High over her love for this guy (apparently why they are not officially together).

The shadowy figures are not too happy to hear this and the CryptCrier makes the beginning of a dark joke about her removable head.

Pros:

Hexiciah is here again.

Bloodgood’s heartbreaking emotions are drawn well here, buuuut

Nitpick:

…..her hands in that last panel look very strange.

Page: 4

Bloodgood has a good head on her shoulder’s until she doesn’t. Ha. Good one CryptCrier. good one. The Shadowy figures take her body and her head and leave a clue.

Pros:

Again, I really like how they draw her face. Especially in that third panel. So lovely. The line work is also very nice in this issue.

Nitpicks:

They used the same hand base for three out of the four hands in this image, which was humorous to notice.

Page 5:

It’s the first day of the New Scaremester (like the comic’s NAME!!) The CryptCrier reminds the readers that normies threatened Monster High last year, the school literally almost fell apart, and morale is at an all time low. Except for FRANKIE (who is trying to cheer up Clawdeen). Mr. D’eath is welcoming the students back (it makes sense that the counselor would be front and center). Frankie is catching up with Clawdeen. Her summer was great because she spent most of it in her dad’s lab where he was specifically studying her brain…a lot more than usual….(I’m sure it’s nothing).

Pros:

I think I’m going to say the artwork is great on every page, but Frankie, Clawdeen, and Abbey especially look so well drawn here. I like the backpack designs in the first panel (Heath’s being partially opened is just like him), Johnny’s being a guitar case is fun (but that’s Operetta’s instrument, not Johnny’s), and Jinafire’s is fun but simple.

Callback:

There are several backgrounders on this page (Jinafire, Abbey, Heath, Johnny Spirit, Operetta, Gil, and Lagoona) AND maybe Miss Sylphia Flapper, a villain and teacher (Dragonomics and Dragon Whispering 101) from the Ghoulfriend Book Series standing next to Mr. D’eath (he had been interested in dating her) and Valentine. ….which would be kinda funny because both Miss Flapper and Valentine could control others… but the way she is colored almost looks like Raven Rhapsody. Maybe she also turned over a new leaf? But in the Ghoulfriends books, Bloodgood was also kidnapped…she really needs some security measures.

Nitpicks:

In the Free Comic Book Issue, Frankie was saying that her father hadn’t left his lab/office very often that summer and was hoping to spend some time with him before school started. I assume the shadowy figure not only threatened his work, but is having him build another franken-monster (hence his sudden interest in her brain in the (latter half??) of the summer).

None of the ghouls seem happy with their boos: Abbey looks beautiful, but pissed….and…I really wish she was drawn taller than Heath (hey, they’re already taking stuff from G3, they might as well take that too), Operetta looks glum with Johnny, and despite Gil looking happy with Lagoona, she doesn’t seem happy with him in the second panel. Granted this is probably because the “morale is at an all-time low.”

Page 6:

Clawdeen says that she is happy that Frankie got to spend more time with her dad (remember that apparently her mom doesn’t exist in this time line).

And Frankie asks her how her parents and Toralei are doing. Clawdeen says it’s been tough. Toralei left her on red after they (not putting the blame on either of them) broke up this summer (that Summer Fangout Pride Magazine is looking more and more worse for ware) and her parents won’t speak to each other (I assume that more information about that can be found in the book…?).

Pros:

Look at Clawdeen’s and Frankie’s face in that first panel! So cute. I also like how the artist makes sure to draw Clawdeen’s nails more claw like.

I’m also happy to see they’re still using iCoffins. :3

Callbacks:

Clawdeen and Toralei’s relationship was shown in part of the Monster High Pride Comic….kinda…

Nitpicks:

…..G1 Clawdeen and Toralei’s relationship not being built well in the Pride comic (in my opinion) PLUS the fact that they’re already broke up here puts a sour taste in my mouth. If you’re going to put these ghouls together (especially since they HATED each other in ALL G1 media), you’ve got to SELL IT.

I don’t like that first Frankie doesn’t have her mom at at all in this version and they changed her dad’s personality from the G1 diaries, but now they are breaking up Clawdeen’s family?!? WHY!? And why is Clawd going with him? I also think his design is boring here and he looks like just a tired, older Clawd or one of her unnamed older brothers (seen here in Clawd’s Figure Collection Diary).

Clawdeen’s dad’s arms look a bit off in the third panel. In my opinion, Clawd looks a tad bit too baby faced compared to the cartoon (he’s also missing his earring in both of these pictures); he’s giving more G3 youthful energy.

Page 7:

Frankie asks if Clawdeen’s parents are really splitting up and Clawdeen says she thinks it’s “fur real this time.” Frankie tries to cheer Clawdeen up by getting her mind off of her personal life by getting ghouls together and getting “murktails” (I still don’t like the pun and I still don’t see mock-tails as being popular with high schoolers….but I’m not in that age range so I could be mistaken), hitting the maul, doing each other’s claws. But Clawdeen isn’t so sure.

Pros:

Frankie is a cutie patootie and the most in-character in this whole comic (especially in that last panel). I also just want to give Clawdeen a big hug too.

Nitpicks:

WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU THINK IT’S “FUR REAL THIS TIME?” Why is every single relationship broken in this G1 timeline?!?

Page 8:

Clawdeen calls Draculaura “the distant,” and is worried about all the work she has taken on/her disappearance since last Scaremester. Frankie tells her she was referring to Cleo and Draculaura (I guess Lagoona isn’t really included in this friend group). Clawdeen is not having it and refuses to spend any time with Cleo after she spread the rumor that Clawdeen was stealing Deuce.

Frankie tries to calm her down and tells her that she knows they miss each other.

But Clawdeen is firm and won’t talk to Cleo until she apologizes (that’s fair!).

The bell for class rings.

Pros:

Clawdeen looks great in the third and fifth panel. Frankie’s profile and serious hair volume in that last panel looks stinking cute.

Callbacks:

Again, more things happened last semester in the Once Bitten book (especially to Draculaura). Draculaura is wearing her G3 Core backpack.

Nitpicks:

Clawdeen being after Deuce makes absolutely no sense unless you’ve been watching the G3 live action movies. This plot point would make more sense if it was Rochelle (who does have a crush on Deuce and I think was still kinda wavering between the forbidden Deuce and her love for Garrott), or literally anyone else. Maybe bring back Amanita and have her be a flirt, I dunno SOMETHING else.

Page 9:

Later on in class, Mr. Rotter tells the class to quiet down.

Pros:

What a beautiful page! The background is gorgeous, and it’s nice seeing a bunch of characters and even Mr. Rotter again. Manny looks like his normal grumpy self, Lagoona is super cute here (look at her little fish ears), Spectra is on her phone and you can see her shoulder, hair, and phone outline in her hands, and Abbey is trying to bump Heath awake.

Callbacks:

The castle painting looks kinda similar to the one that Draculaura attended/lived in in Transylvania (as seen in “Why do Ghouls fall in Love?”). I dunno, it looks very similar to some other castle and I can not put my finger on it.

Page 10:

After quieting the class, Mr. Rotter tells them that Draculaura is a “special guest speaker” and has been informing all of the hisstory classes of a change in school policy. CryptCrier informs us/them that Dracula died last year and Draculaura was thrust into leading the School Board. Pros:

It’s nice to see more Mr. Rotter, a nice profile of Heath, and Draculaura looks adorable here: poof!

Callbacks:

Draculaura can tap into all her vampire powers here, I guess. Her bat form is different to her G1 episode’s (and while I miss her pigtails I think it’s an improvement) and her very plain “Frights, Camera, Action” bat form:

Nitpicks:

To no one’s surprise, I’m not fond of Dracula dying and Draculaura (a STUDENT and not the most powerful vampire around mind you) becoming in charge of a school council (that apparently runs the monster world).

Ugh, well this Issue 1 will have to have a third part for the last ten pages since I ran out of room for pictures.

As always, what are your thoughts? Anything I miss?? Let me know. :)

Here is the third and final part to Issue 1, and part 8 of my whole IDW retrospective.

https://www.tumblr.com/taybatwo2/774166018162671616/monster-high-idw-comics-review-part-8-of?source=share

[exhaslo]

Kinktober Day 9- Hidan x Reader (Angry Sex/Dirty Talk)

        There was only one person in the world you ever had the gall to meet with once in a blue moon. The only other worshipper of Jashin that you actually acknowledged compared to all the fakes you've seen. That obnoxious person was none other than Hidan of the Akatsuki. A man who always dared question your faith to your God. A man who you wanted to kill to prove to him that he needed to mind his own business. A man you wished to fuck him in order to shut him up for once.

        Like every other year, you were waiting for him in the usual spot. A small inn in a small town that minded its own business. It was great because no one questioned either you or him when either of you arrived covered in blood. If they ever did, you'd kill them for Jashin. It would be a shame since you liked the couple who ran the place.

"Why the fuck am I here again?" Hidan barked as he appeared from the woods. Your eye twitched,

"Any other Jashin worshipper you want to meet with once a year? I'd be happy to change faces."

"Tsk, you know those fuckers be lying all the damn time. Ain't no one better at killing for Jashin than fucking me!"

"Us." You hissed lowly.

        Hidan mocked you as he followed behind. You grabbed the key from the receptionist and made your way to the room. Hidan was complaining the whole time. More like venting about his day to day stuff. He hate to admit it, but he did like the fact that he could vent his issues to you. You had no choice but to listen to him. The two of you had to try and get along for the day. That was the holiday rule. Him venting was just one way to do so.

"And then they threatening to fucking kill me! Ha! Those bitches were fucking stupid." Hidan laughed as he plopped himself on the bed. He glanced in your direction, "Ain't got nothing to say?"

"You never listen to my stories anyway. Besides, a think a criminal organization tops anything I did." You dismissed the topic, placing your scythe aside. Hidan let out a grumble, 

"Now you're making me look like an asshole."

"You are an asshole."

"Fuck you." Hidan spat. Something in you snapped as you got up in his face,

"Fuck you too!"

"Fine!"

"Fine!"

        Both of you yelled at the top of your lungs before crashing your lips against each other. Hidan nearly tore his cloak off as he tossed it across the room while you attempted to do the same. Unlike him, you had more clothing on. Hidan bit your lower lip, drawing blood as he went to tear your clothes off as well.

"Hey! I don't have a spare!" You barked. Hidan kissed you again, forcing his tongue into your mouth, "Mphm!"

"I'll fucking buy you something tomorrow. Just shut the fuck up."

        Ripping your clothes, Hidan carried your naked body to the bed. The only thing the two of you wore was your Jashin necklace. Clashing your lips again, Hidan spread your legs out. He dipped his fingers into your pussy while his thumb rested on your clit. You arched your hips towards him, trying to ride his hand as he started to fuck you with his fingers. Hidan broke away from the kiss, watching your body follow his movements.

"Fuck, what a fucking slut you are."

"Watch your fucking mouth." You groaned, trying to suppress your moans, "It's different from doing...ah...mhm..."

"What were ya going to say? Do you masturbate to me fucking you? How fucking hilarious." Hidan laughed, watching your body tremble, "Well, I'll fuck you hella good in the name of Jashin."

"S-Stop using his name for...for something like this!" You tried to scold him, but moaned instead.

        Hidan was rough with his fingers as he took your breasts in his mouth. He was biting your body all over the place. You were supposed to be the one to shut him up, not the other way around. Feeling your body burn hotter, you let out a whine. Hidan made you so mad. Why was he only using his fingers when his cock was hard and ready to fuck you.

"Close aren't you, bitch?"

"Fuck you, Hidan! Just fuck me already!" You cried, reaching your orgasm.

        Hidan removed his fingers, stuffing them in your mouth to shut you up. He groaned lowly, pushing his cock inside your tight walls. Your hips rose with his as he stuffed you full. Without giving you a moment to rest, Hidan held your waist and started to pound your poor pussy. His fast and rough pace causing you to cry out. 

"What's wrong? I'm fucking you aren't I? Why so quiet now?" He grunted, "Hear how slutty you are? Sucking my cock in so fucking easily."

"Y-You...ah~ fu-" You tried to cuss him out, but your brain was turning to rot. 

"Fuck, your fucking pussy keeps begging for more."

        The pace he was going was going to make your legs go numb. The amount of pleasure you were experiences was none like before. No other man has made you cum this hard. Hidan was an asshole, but all his shit talking was making you wetter. You were going to have to return the favor one day. Gasping as he pinched your clit, you cried out as you felt another orgasm being ripped from you. Your gummy walls unable to rest as he kept pounding you.

"Keep cumming for me. I ain't stopping until you admit I'm better."

"N-Never!" Just that alone brought you back to your senses.

"Ha, knew you were still in there, bitch." Hidan groaned, fastening his pace.

        You shivered as Hidan did one last thrust, filling you. The two of you took a moment to catch your breathe before turning the tables. This time, you had Hidan down on the bed with you on top of him. Your breathing was heavier than his. Honestly, you weren't sure what you were doing since you had already cam a few times. Your brain was telling you to stop, but your body kept wanting more. More of Hidan fucking you like an asshole.

"Don't start crying if it gets too much for you, asshole." You hissed.

        Hidan stuck his tongue out for a moment before groaning as you bounced on him. Watching his face contort in pleasure as you took control was delicious. Although, you could feel yourself about to give out. Your legs were already getting numb as having his cock hit you deeper than before was causing you to moan louder. Your thrusts getting sloppier as Hidan started to take over again. His hands laying on your hips once more.

"Look at you falling victim to my dick. Just admit I'm better and that you want to be my sex partner."

"N-No....F-Fuck,...haaaaah....Fuck-" You whimpered a moan as you felt your rise return, "F-Fuck me, Hidan!"

"Of course, (Y/n)." He said with a smirk.

        You let out a yelp as Hidan flipped the two of you again. He took over, slamming his hips into yours again. Your moans getting louder as he kept thrusting your throbbing pussy. Hidan watched the expressions you made as he got you to cum for him again. He cussed lowly, wanting to have his own high once more. He kept diving his cock deeper into you before releasing another load. With a heavy sigh, he pulled out and laid beside you on the bed.

"Fuck me." He groaned. You lazily raised you head,

"Just did, dumbass." Hidan flipped you off before turning on his side, "You know, if you kept your mouth shut more often...maybe we could have done this earlier." You told him. Hidan scoffled,

"You and me? Fucking like bitches in heat?"

"You just have to ruin shit. Fuck you." You groaned, slowly sitting up, "Shit, did you really have to fuck me like one of your dolls? I know it felt good but damn, I wanna shower now!"

"Don't go assuming shit!" Hidan got up, helping you to the shower, "You admitted to masturbating to me, too."

"So you're admitting it too?"

        Hidan yelled at you again, causing you to yell back at him-leading to another hot and angry sex session in the shower. Once the two of you were done, you stayed in the motel room, just chatting away.

"Do we have to wait until next year to fuck again?" Hidan said with a low grumble. You almost laughed,

"Doesn't hurt to bump into each other every now and then. Although, we still have to meet here every year."

"Tsk, fine."

        You scoff at his childish behavior. Within a few minutes, Hidan fell asleep. You were surprised. You actually did manage to get him to shut up and all you had to do was exhaust the damn man. Chuckling lowly at your victory, you too, laid down for rest. Hidan sure did a number on you, but it felt good all the same.

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        You and Hidan managed to stay fuck buddies throughout the next few months. After a while, you lost contact with him. Assuming that it was due to a mission, you waited. Eventually, a few more months passed and it was time to meet at the motel again. You stood outside, waiting to hear Hidan's annoying voice yelling at you. To see his cocky smile observe you like a piece of candy. To have him eventually tell you that he enjoys your company as he plows your pussy with his cock.

Anything.

"Hidan?" You called out, hearing a ruffle.

Nothing.

        You sat there for hours. Then days. Hidan never missed this. You didn't want to assume anything. You couldn't. You would lose faith in Jashin if you thought about it. You stayed in that town, waiting for Hidan to show.

But he never did.

[darylsbitchboy]

Word count: 1477

Proofread?: Yes

Proofread by @wannabekook

Male Reader x Daryl Dixon Fanfic

Summary: You and Daryl are alone on a run and it brings back old memories of your first encounter with one another.

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It was hot outside as me and Daryl were on a supply run, just chatting about what supplies we mainly needed to bring back to the prison. I was a pretty skilled guy and my capabilities were mainly my brute strength and stealthiness. Daryl was talking as I was spacing out, looking out the window of the moving vehicle. I was reminiscing about the days when me and Daryl were going on bike rides together. Daryl on his harley sportster and me on my Kawasaki.

Daryl grabbed me by the shoulder and lightly gave me a shake. “Wake up Y/N. We’re here.” He said, snapping me out of my zoned out state.

I nodded to acknowledge him and blinked back to reality before climbing out of the car. My head is still reeling from past memories. The sound of groaning from the walkers that had taken notice to the two of us, fully drawing me to the present time. Daryl drew back his crossbow and shot an arrow into one of the walkers’ heads.

“Look out.” I called out, pulling my knife out and stabbing the other walker in the back of the head. The surrounding area filled with silence once more.

Daryl gave me a respective nod as a thank you. He put his crossbow away and began to lead the way towards the warehouse. The comforting silence made the atmosphere more relaxing. I soon started to follow right after Daryl, carefully watching in all directions for potential dangers. I couldn’t help but think of all the times Daryl had saved my ass from absolute death. I rushed up to the man with a shit-eating grin.

“You don’t have to be so quiet, we’re in the clear as of now.” I hummed my words, lightly nudging Daryl in the side with my elbow. A grumpy moan leaving Daryl’s lips in response.

A smile crossed my face at Daryl’s grumpiness. “Awe come on man.” I said with a laugh.

Daryl let out a dragged out sigh, “Stay focused, we can’t be goofing off out here. It’s dangerous.” he groaned.

It was clear that he wasn’t trying to be mean, he was more focused on getting the run done and over with. As we reached the warehouse, Daryl tapped on the metal sheet to attract any walkers that may be trapped in the warehouse. We listened carefully, waiting to hear the groans and growls of the dead. Two minutes passed as nothing was heard so Daryl slowly pushed the door open, aiming his bow just to be safe. I followed behind him as he began to walk into the building, drawing my scythe from my back.

Once we were sure the coast was clear, we put away our weapons. The two of us diligently made our way through the warehouse and grabbed everything we needed and grabbed some ‘things’ that we wanted.

After finishing the run, we made our way back to the prison. The trip wasn’t too long but I wished it was. Thoughts filled my head as I began to imagine what me and Daryl could do in that time. I glanced over to Daryl, a small smiling crossing my lips.

Now at the prison, while everyone else was getting the supplies we had gathered, I followed Daryl into prison. I wanted to confess my feelings for the man but feared how he would react. Daryl stopped in his tracks and looked back at me. He could tell I was contemplating something.

I wasn’t paying attention and bumped into him, letting out a huff. ”Sorry man, got-”, I went to say before Daryl spun around. He grabbed my chin and guided my head up to make eye contact.

“What’s going on in that head?” Daryl asked, his thumb softly grazing over my cheek.

Blood rushed to my face as the taller man held my chin up and asked that question. I went to say something else but the only thing that left my lips was a shaky breath. My reaction made Daryl smirk, getting a slight understanding of what may have been running through my mind.

The silence was loud and felt as if it lasted an hour. Daryl eventually broke the stillness in the air. “Spit it out Y/N, we don’t have all day.”, his voice a rough whisper.

I gulped audibly and began to fidget. “Well, it’s just that.” my voice slowly dying out as Daryl leaned in as if to hear what I had to say more clearly.

“I like you Daryl. It’s okay if you dont-”, right before I could finish my sentence, I felt his other hand embrace my waist and pull me in closer.

Daryl’s strong arm holds me against his chest as he leans in, pressing his lips to mine in a soft kiss. My eyes widened in surprise, not expecting him to do something. I had figured the man was straight but seeing his reaction, I knew I was wrong to some extent. I let myself melt into it, closing my eyes and kissing him back.

Our lips moved against each other in a slow and passionate kiss. I pull back for a moment to catch my breath, opening my eyes to look at the rugged man, surprise still evident in my crystal blue eyes.

“I tolerate you too..” His tone was soft yet rough at the same time as he whispered to me.

In that moment, my heart filled with emotion as I looked into Daryl’s eyes lovingly, speechless and unsure of how to react. I was brought back to reality at the sound of Maggie’s voice.

“Get a room for you two.” She teased me and Daryl as we just stood there, staring at each other.

Me and Daryl just let out a simple laugh and walked away to my cell in the prison to continue our emotional moment. I removed my scythe from my back and leaned it against the wall before taking a seat on the bottom bunk bed. I then looked up at Daryl, my eyes sparkling with anticipation as if I was waiting on him to make a move.

I watched as Daryl put his crossbow on the ground and sat next to me, his eyes unreadable. ‘What is he thinking?’, I asked myself in my head. There was something in the way that he moved that set something a blaze in my stomach.

Daryl turned to face me, looking me up and down to analyze my body language.

He then spoke up, “Come closer.”

I didn’t hesitate for even a second, needily moving over to him. His hand reached out to lightly grab my amber brown curly hair, pulling me in to kiss him once more.

I didn’t resist, kissing back and slowly pulling Daryl on top of me. When he didn’t stop me, I wrapped my arms loosely around his neck, pulling him deeper into the kiss. A few moments passed as I pulled away. I relaxed against the mattress and let out a soft chuckle.

“You’re a pretty boy, you know that?”, Daryl stated as he brushed a strand of my hair out of my face. His sweet gesture made my heart flutter.

He was so harsh but sweet at the same time. The man I fell in love with years ago.

I began to reminisce once more, the day me and Daryl had first met.

We were sitting at a gas station, filling our bikes with gasoline. We made eye contact a few times but I was too shy to walk over to him and introduce myself. I glanced down at my bike. My bike was a beautiful red with white and black pinstriping. From the corner of my eye, I seen the mysterious man approach, his eyes glued to me and my bike. Though his expression was unreadable, I knew he would be the first to speak.

The man extended his hand to me, introducing himself. “The name’s Daryl Dixon. I like your bike.” his voice was scratchy when he talked.

I froze up a bit before smiling and accepting his hand shake. “I’m Y/N, your bike is nice as well.” I gave a similar response, Unsure of how to act around the stranger.

Daryl gave a simple nod, pulling his hand away and pocketing them both. “That’s a nice name you got there.”

I just smiled and turned back to my bike, closing the gas cap and putting away the nozzle. I wasn’t sure of what to say to his compliment but I was sure that he could tell I was a bit uncertain when talking to an absolute stranger.

Daryl watched me move around nervously as I mounted my bike. “We should go for a ride sometime.” He suggested.

I was brought back to reality to Daryl moving to lay beside me.

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[spaceyhost]

Hello! I'm Spaceyhost or Nightshade! :]

I am a [Minor], so adults who don't want to interact with younger people, just know! I use they/them.

I'm a traditional and digital artist and hopefully soon types of tweening/animation! (Although that will take a while lol)

Sometimes, I like to do art requests or just draw for people! So if you ever want a doodle of a character you like, or your own, just ask ^_^

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Layout by: Shiftedrella on Tumblr

(If you want to have a ping instead of link I can change it if you come across my page :'3)

Some Socials I have:

Roblox - Belonmelon, Dragengirl05

CR:K - Olivestones, Dark Cacao Server

DeviantArt - Belonmelon

YouTube - Nightshade, @Spacey-Spiritz

Steam - spaceyspiritz

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Some fandoms I'm in are:

[⭐] Forsaken

[⭐] Phighting

[⭐] Frozen Souls / Dream Game

Save Robloxia

[⭐] Block Tales [Swords Of Time]

°Various ARGs

°Maybe TR:UD (?)

Pressure

Kaiju Paradise

Dandy's World

GASA4A (Get a snack at 4 AM)

[⭐] JSAB (Just Shapes and Beats)

[⭐] LCB (Limbus Company)

[⭐] JJK (Jujitsu Kaisen)

Murder Drones

[⭐] Warriors (Warrior Cats)

WOF (Wings of Fire)

°Somewhat Kirby still

°Pokémon

°FNAF

TOH (The Owl House)

[⭐] Cookie run: Kingdom

°Hollow Knight

[⭐] Yonkagor

[⭐] Femtanyl (Artist)

Kennayong

[⭐] Regretevator

MLP (My little Pony)

[⭐] Furry Fandom

HH / HB (Hazbin + Helluva, I do not support creators though.)

Case File 1225

Jim's Computer

CD Man

EPIC: The musical

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Favorite Characters?:

[⭐] Hyperlaser - Phighting!

Katana - Phighting!

[⭐] Scythe - Phighting!

Vine Staff - Phighting!

Darkheart - Phighting!

Illumina - Phighting!

Windforce - Phighting!

[⭐] Azure - Forsaken

[⭐] Two Time - Forsaken

[⭐] Eunoia - DG

Nash - DG

[⭐] Ajarbythedoor - Recallahollowheart

Dragondudes3 - Recallahollowheart

1dashleaves - Rochas313

Cappy0 - Rochas313

[⭐⭐] Captain Ahab - LCB

[⭐] Ishmael - LCB

Hong Lu - LCB

Erlking - LCB

[⭐] C00lkidd - TR:UD

1x1x1x1 - TR:UD, Forsaken, Save Robloxia!

Good People - Pressure

Eyefestation - Pressure

[⭐] False Builderman - Block Tales

[⭐] Hatred - Block Tales

Fear - Block Tales

Solitude - Block Tales

Kitchen Wizard / Ghost Chef - Block tales

[⭐] Calypso - Block Tales

Jerry - Block Tales

Umbreon (Pokemon) - Pokémon

Gregor - LCB

[⭐] Mahito - JJK

Choso - JJK

Sukuna(?) - JJK

Geto - JJK

[⭐] Guest666 - TR:UD, Forsaken

Guest - Save Robloxia!

Stolas - HB

[⭐] Blixer - JSAB

[⭐]Barracuda - JSAB

Orange circle - JSAB

Yellow Triangle - JSAB

[⭐] Heli - JSAB

Hollyberry Cookie - CR:K

Sugarfly Cookie - CR:K

[⭐] Affogato Cookie - CR:K

Mystic Flour Cookie - CR:K

[⭐] Silent salt cookie - CR:K

[⭐] Routine - YonKaGor (Yon)

Clownfish - Yon

Betta - Yon

[⭐] Droplet - Yon

Papercraft - Yon

[⭐] Vessel (tall one) - Hollow Knight

[⭐] True Radiance - Hollow Knight

Lycan (Lycanthropy) - JSAB

Kat (Katniss) - Hunger Games

[⭐] Folley - Regretevator

[⭐] Pest - Regretevator

Chance - Forsaken

[⭐] Itrapped - Acc, Forsaken

Melanie - Regretevator

Gnarpy: Red, Blue, Purple - Regretevator

Dr. Jamison - Case File 1225

[⭐] Tiresias - EPIC: The musical / Greek Mythology

[⭐] Antonius - EPIC: The musical / Greek mythology

Circe - EPIC: The musical / Greek mythology

Telemarketing - EPIC: The musical / Greek mythology

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That's all! ^q^

I could be recodnized as:

Freezing Winters Anon / 𝓕𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 Insect Anon

[anonymooose]

==== Spoilers for Delicious in Dungeon/Dungeon Meshi! ====

Ok, so, I randomly saw a post by @corvidonia about Falin!Hypnos.

So, I thought to myself, y'know I just started watching too and this seems like a fun mini-project so I started it. Then I subsequently got way too into it and accidently made a whole rendered scene and au concept... welp! It's here now!

For this little crossover Au whatever you wanna call it I did this main drawing but also came up with a bit of background stuff.

In this Meg would be a tall-man paladin in a sort of Chilchuck situation where she's mostly here because it's her job (and bonus, Dusa's here) and she'd be a paladin. Paladin might be an odd choice (?) but I felt it made sense due to her dedication and none of the other martial classes really stuck out to me like paladin.

Zagreus would be the party's Laios of sorts and a fighter tall-man, I imagine that the reason why they went through all the trouble for Hypnos is 50% Zagreus being friends with him and 49% Than not wanting his brother dead and 1% pity. I don't know if there would still be the culinary focus in this Au, probably not, so maybe instead it'd be more about just general monster knowledge. Like Zag and the gang filling out the codex?

Dusa would be a Half-foot, probably the farthest from their Dungeon Meshi inspo character, Senshi, only really sharing the fact that they came into the party late. I imagine that she's kind of in an "I'm the only monster around that has any sentience or emotion??" type situation though I don't really have a worked out reason why. She's also friends with Meg prior to joining and comes because of her.

I translated Thanatos and Hypnos' godhood into having a particular magical ability as elves, so they're elf twins. Than being a sorcerer rouge mostly for the vibes but also because sorcerer powers are innate to their being. Instead of a wand/staff I think he'd just use his scythe as a casting focus. I figure he'd be sort of like a mix of Chilchuck and Marcille, not bound to the party by a job but still kind of obligated to help Hypnos since they're family and all. I don't think he'd be thrilled about having to risk his life to save Hypnos from another screw up though, but he would and I do think he'd be relieved to have him back after the ordeal. (does Falin ever actually 100% come back? I've only watched the anime so idk actually, I like to think Hypnos would here though because I like my happy endings)

Hypnos is obviously the sort of Falin stand-in, but in a very different way I think. I do think he'd be a sort of magic prodigy like Falin but in more of an intuitive way compared to Than/Marcille's book smarts. I definitely think that the connection to the strange would remain but instead of ghosts it'd be personified dreams in the form of something like the Oneiroi. In this Au the starting incident with the monster would be the same but it'd probably be some sort of big bird/sheep to explain the bird/sheep design I went with for the Chimera design and it'd be Than in place of Laios. I also think that he'd be a cleric type situation like Falin sort of is, I like to think he'd excel at healing magic. I do kind of like the idea of Hypnos not being really encouraged to partake in adventuring due to his lack of physical ability but he'd go against that to spend time with Than and try to look out for him. As for Chimeros (As I've been calling it) I think it'd be accompanied by fog from Lethe rather than the harpies in the original and it'd have a similarly blank personality like Faligon (which'd be especially off-putting from him). Added angst potential, I figure his powerset would be very different from Faligon's and revolve around putting everyone to sleep (go figure) and memory erasure, so maybe the main party wouldn't even remember their first encounter with them?

I do actually have ideas for the remaining party, I'll keep it to one bullet though. I think Achille's would be a paladin/fighter or something like that and would be similar to Namari as a weapons expert, probably leaving for a different reason though maybe to join Pat's party? I don't have a particular idea for Shuro's stand-in, maybe switch the Shuro Falin romance thing to Charon Hypnos brotherhood thing and it could work? Idk though.

I did also make a full design for Hypnos as an elf/not Chimeros and here that is. The staff is inspired by actual myth where Hypnos sometimes has a wand dipped in Lethe to induce sleep.

Ramble over!! Congrats if you were able to push through my incessant yapping to actually get here. First Tumblr post btw, who would've thunk it'd be for this. If anyone is interested in using these designs or ideas for art/writing feel free, I'm probably not going to do anything else with this idea but if you want to I'd be very interested in seeing/hearing it! Also, really sorry if this isn't properly spoilered?? I'm not exactly sure what the proper spoiler etiquette is so I tried.

[thedawnoficarus]

its. so c!fable. oh my GODS.

“i see a song of past romance.” he was married to isla, had a child with her. under the crazy, he loved her at one point.

“i see the sacrifice of man.” this is,, so many things actually. the sacrifice of his brother, the sacrifice of all of the mortals that fought in the war with him, the sacrifice of his son—who he used for his own goals—he was willing to kill icarus, guys. he was going to until centross stepped in.

“i see portrayals of betrayals.” he betrayed his family and fellow gods. him attempting to kill off all of the other gods was a betrayal, especially people like his siblings and like len & vorago, ect ect, that was a betrayal in its own right.

“and a brother's final stand.” the alerion death cutscene is the entire explanation for this. in the song it’s talking about a fight between two mc’s, swap that over to the fable/alerion fight where fable fucking stabs his brother??? eating that shit up.

“i see you on the brink of death.” post-cathedral of war centross/fable fight where centross stabs fable with the scythe and took his immortality, fable was on the brink of his own death.

“i see you draw your final breath.” the ENTIRE conversation between c!icarus & c!fable during the finale, it’s just- them coded. specifically icarus saying, ‘you don’t always get a happy ending, you just get life as it is.’ fable DIDN’T get a happy ending, the world wouldn’t have allowed it. it wasn’t his fate. there’s only so much blood you can have on your hands before you drown in it.

“i see a man who gets to make it home alive, but it's no longer you.” fable kept isla because he wanted it all to go back to ‘normal’, he wanted to go back to the desert—back to gilded—and have his post-war, pre-fsmp life back. he doesn’t get that. the rest of the server does, icarus himself will get it eventually. but fable doesn’t. it’s no longer him.

[adriwatchestoku]

Gavv ep19

Kamen Rider buddy is sulking because I had to boot her from my lap. Sorry sweetie, but I'd like to not be in so much pain I can't get up. I'm old now.

god DAMN lage9. you got some power on you

"you're incurably horny about lage9 now aren't you" LOOK.

yomi definitely noticed shiita disappearing in the opening and yeah. YEAH. She was saying it was like Ex-Aid and purposely leaving the spot in the opening blank after episode 12

it's also just a really good visual

"what is vram really after" GOOD QUESTION

seriously tho the movie asking "I'm not the one you're after" when lage9 goes in to press the moviegoers was good direction

"we can't let our guard down around these humans can we" I can almost see Glotta going "you fucking dramatic nerd I know you're involved somehow. You're not excited about this"

I really think Glotta is just happy to be here and would thrive as an enforcer/assassin for the family.

………………………… GLOTTA BECOMES A GRIM REAPER LIKE CHASE. MAKE IT HAPPEN. OH GOD. PLEASE. THERE ARE PEOPLE ON THE GAVV TEAM THAT WORKED ON DRIVE. PLEASE, EVIL FEMALE VERSION OF CHASE.

HOW MUCH DO I HAVE TO JOKE ABOUT THIS TO MAKE IT HAPPEN, APOLLO?

"you must be kamen rider gavv" "yeah WAIT NO"

(tho the way that was said, suga… don't know THAT much Japanese, but is that the first time they've said "kamen raidaa no gavu" and not just "kamen raidaa gavu"? I know "の" can be a possessive particle, so I wonder if that's supposed to be "Kamen Rider's Gavv" which is telling me a lot about what information that suga and nyelv are sharing)

the look on Shouma's face… very "oh dear god what have I gotten myself into"

……………………… suga, I know I said I know about bitter gavv BUT. BUT

SUGA WHAT THE FUCK. REALLY

okay but. what's going on with nyelv is really fucking intriguing. Like, he's very much pretending he doesn't know shit about the kamen riders but he's also friends with suga and he also made vram who is being called a third granute hunter. So like, Nyelv, what are you up to? Why are you supporting this system that is fucking with your family business of selling drugs? And it doesn't sound like you're doing this to end the business, but… out of scientific boredom, maybe? Just want to see what happens?

really putting a little more thought into my idea that Nyelv is wanting to clone someone important to him (I know about dark shouma okay i know what they are)

do granute phones have autotranslate?

the absolute desperation shouma has to get there in time…

okay but actually imagine lage9 going to uni and having to sit through lectures. that man's boredom would be so visible the KRC could see it from the Rabbit Hutch

lage9 is told to not draw attention to himself, empties out entire classroom

my dude WHAT ARE YOU DOING. WHY. ANSWERS PLEASE

okay I know that beat is a common one and it's in a lot of songs, but. BUT. imagine it was this playing over lage9 and shouma's fight

shouma you already know you can't take another granute head on without transforming

oh DAMN. I am liking watching the enemy interrupt a henshin, though damn, makes my heart sink every time

THAT'S NOT A BELT. THAT'S A GAVV

OH FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCK

okay but the mechanical nature of vram vs the organic nature of gavv vs the blend of both in valen…

oh hey I think i have that scythe for my Gavial the Invincible glam in ffxiv

a joke I made recently: Glotta vs Valen is level 100 bis rpr vs a sprout who just got to Heavensward and unlocked mch

(if you get that joke hi i hope raiding this tier is going well for you)

god, lage9 was just… such a good big brother, and comel was so……………… oh, dear

oh. oh the juxtaposition of shouma and lage9… both losing someone important to them, the only one they had left, both of them wanting to take down the stomach family and stop the dark confections from being made… but shouma is doing it to protect humans, and lage9 out of revenge and hate…

And the juxtaposition of vram and gavv, mechanical vs organic…

oh good they do the stupid shit next episode

[phightingaus]

Info dumping about the gear switch au because I'm so normal about it lol

Story wise this au would take place 6 months after Darkheart did the switcheroo and would switch perspectives of the different phighters.

Sword is now being trained by both Venomshank and Illumina (since he has lumi's sword now).

Illumina isn't happy about having Sword's gear since it's just a basic sword, until he finds out he can make it explode and now he's just concerned.

Venom, now having Icedagger's sword, freezes people when he bites them so the lock in mask is still there cuz he is not turning his son into an ice sculpture.

Icedagger feels like he shouldn't be trusted with an actual sword instead of his dagger so he's just kinda contemplating life.

Ghostwalker just sees this as an inconvenience and wants his OG sword back.

Windforce is still just doing her thing, she checks in with Banhammer a lot since he is not happy about any of this.

Subspace has had to spend a lot of time trying to make his new gear work with him since he has Coil's gear and his main way of phighting was punching n stuff. Subspace created gauntlets so he could at least hit harder (bc bro is built like a twig) and he is studying how his crystal could work with Coil's gear.

Also since his OG gear was switched his rot has slowed down and some areas are starting to scar.

Coil on the other hand is not doing okay. In an attempt to at least get comfortable with using the Subspace trip mine he ended up blowing himself up. He's okay dw, he just has the rot now and lost both his arms to it... Eh bionic replacements it is!

Him and my OC Rainbow still steals crystals from Blackrock so he can slow down his rot. Rain steals them to give to Vinestaff so she can effectively use her gear.

Vinestaff has Rainbow's magic carpet, it acts kind of like a hoverboard but can switch between a single rider and passenger modes. The crystals allow Vine to use the RMC's (rainbow magic carpet) trail as a weapon. Basically; the crystals freezing properties allow the user to essentially harness hard light in the form of shuriken like stars to throw at their target.

Speaking of Shuriken he's still up to the vigilante shenanigans. With Slingshot's gear it's harder to be stealthy, since it's so big, and so he has to be extra careful when he's out.

Slingshot is doing fine, he's still running the cafe and is kinda just there tbh.

Katana and Hyperlaser often give each other tips on how to properly use their gears. They're still drinking buddies too btw.

Medkit is the normal amount of stressed, having Scythe's gear sure isn't difficult at all and he totally knows how to use it effectively/j.

Scythe isn't too thrilled about being a support class now, but she sure as hell looks good with a revolver (when I get to drawing her she will look fine as hell). She's not used to staying on the sidelines to help and is dying to go out and phight her way, even though she doesn't really have much offensive power. On the plus side she was given a crystal like Medkit's so she can use his gear more effectively.

Rocket is just unhappy about the whole situation, he has the gear of someone he hates (Skateboard), using said gear is difficult due to his prosthetic leg and he just wants to blow something up but can't.

Skateboard on the other hand is having the time of his life. Do not trust this man with explosives he has caused an ungodly amount of property damage.

Banhammer is having a hard time being the Warden of the Banlands with a Boombox, I mean how are you gonna inflict blunt force trauma on your target? Other than that he blasts metal music constantly which is the only thing he likes about this.

Boombox is still an indie music producer, he just has a massive freaking hammer now. Believe me it is not easy to pick that thing up, let alone use it. BB isn't really the offensive type either so he's just gonna stay home and make music until things either go back to normal or he can actually lift the banhammer.

All of the SFOTH know damn well Darkheart is behind all this and Illumina wants to stab him so bad but uh oh! He's missing, better get searching lol.

Welp that was a lot, enjoy my brainrot :D

ok:

SHUT THE PHUCK UP MEDS CAM PHIGHT STUPIDLY WELL

ban's be going thru his emo phase/j

ha, twigspace

boom in this AU is a mood tbh

my poor boy rocket, though he does know he can just use it as a blunt force weapon

explosive fanatic skate is something i never thought i would see

i mean shurri could just swap to being a sniper

ice dagg is also a mood

yoo lets goo ice zambie

[ioniansunsets]

"We shouldn't do this" kisses with Thresh? Yes. Thresh. 😔

✖ Word Count: 562. Un-proofread.

✖ Tags: I don't even know (crying emoji), he's rough with you.

✖ A/N: Kinda imagined the setting to be a tavern in Noxus where you've just gotten to become close to the weird accent well dressed suspicious man that ended up being Thresh a la the unbound trailer for him. But yes First time writing for Thresh! It might be quite ooc to read I apologize I was fighting for my life to somehow keep it within the prompt haahahh really spent 2 days on this looking horrified so I hope this is ok alright I'll stop rambling please enjoy-

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"We can't do this" kisses: Fists clenched, hands shoved into pockets. Brows low or brought together, jaws clenched. A feeling like a magnetic pull between them. Their foreheads press together, their lips brush, just barely, until B pulls away with a shaking exhale, forehead dropping into A's neck.

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You knew the warden from days past. Not before the Ruination per say, but you've seen his human form as he bartered and stole the souls of others in the tavern you frequent for dinner. You let him of course. Not bothering to butt in or call out. It was quite the twisted camaraderie you two had built.

Yet, you chose to follow him this night. Silently watching on in a mix of horror and awe as he spirited patrons away into the back alley. An unsightly activity paired with his prompt transformation into…that.

Maybe it was worse knowing that you didn't fear it. Oh quite the opposite. You couldn't keep you eyes off this…spirit? Demon? Wraith? Wraith.

Without turning to look at you. Hand still happily spinning his lantern. That same wraith calls out to you.

“ Now what do we have here. Spying on me after all we've been through?”

Oh so enticing, that sultry voice you've heard maniacally laughing through the night. The way his words seem to wrap around you drawing you in. Against better judgement, taking a few steps towards him you two meet in the middle of the alley back of the tavern.

“ Oh come on. I can almost taste your longing soul from here. What's with the look you give me my dear?”

“ No comment…”

Your lack of fear only seem to entice him more. Curiously, he reaches out to tilt your face up towards him. His bony claw like fingers all but lightly sting as they gripped your cheeks. The hell was he doing. Thresh couldn't help but laugh as he leaned into your personal space.

Still, you looked up at the demon expectantly. How delicious it was. An expression he hasn't seen directed his way for as long as he could remember. But alas, you were still prey to him. A soul he wanted to claim. The hell was he doing.

As your eyes slam shut, your lips touch his. Somehow, even in this form, the warm flames of souls that fuel him still meld to some form of human like lips that are right now so passionately against yours. What was he doing with you and why couldn't he stop. You feel the chains on his scythe pull you closer. His face yet again returning to it's more human form. The smirk on his features all the more prominent. Wordlessly his eyes narrow as his hand on your cheek moves to tangle in your hair. Roughly pulling your face close to his yet again. Lips crashing into yours with much more passion this time. Feelings overflowing. A sharp tug in your hair causing you to gasp at the sudden pain. Thresh can't help the sweet shiver that runs down his spine at the noise. His lips so cold against yours. Your live warmth simply burned his as he deepens the kiss. Hand letting go of his own chains to desperately claw at your back. Waist. Hips. Anything to pull you closer as you feel his sharp nails dig into skin. As your air ran low you finally pulled apart from him with an asphyxiated wheeze, eliciting another soft chuckle from the wraith when your head hits his shoulder.

“ My my, what should we do about all this after all.”