#some. Snippets for you! Kinda cool snippets!

[mooncello]

Last wipsday post for more than a footnote!

I love a good bookend moment. A solid callback. One of my favorite things about the fic playlist, for example, is that it begins with conan gray's 'best friend' and ends with laufey's 'best friend.' not only do the lyrics in both songs perfectly encapsulate footnote, but it's such a cool statement about the story itself. a lot changes, but the constant? Dev and Niall are best friends at the beginning of this fic—and at the end. 

placing the rest under the cut. chapter 9 drops friday. 🖤

from chapter 2:

Here's a bookend moment from the actual fic. The first snippet is from Dev's first-ever POV in the story, and the second is from his final POV. 

I’ve had months to think about it, and my list just keeps growing longer. Of what I wish I had the balls to say that night. You should never spell your irises blue because your big brown eyes are enough to make me commit forbidden magic, if you asked. Your hair keeps getting darker each year. So the ginger kid I met at the Crucible now has brown hair threaded with copper, and when the sunlight catches it, I kinda want time to stop because it’s one of the prettiest fucking things I’ve ever seen. Your smile could power the sun. It sure as fuck controls my breathing. You’re real and honest without even trying. And you have the weirdest sense of humour. You make me laugh. You always have. You’re my favourite person. Ever. 

from chapter 9:

He smiles sweetly at me. And I can't help it; I smile back, even as I roll my eyes. I comb my fingers through his hair, fluffy from shower water, and my gaze falls to his jawline that I've watched sharpen over the years. Then back up to his clever mouth. And his dimple that halfway convinces me some god must exist somewhere. "You're my favourite person," I tell him, and am rewarded with an incandescent smile. "I'm glad we met, too."

love them. love y'all. 🩵✌️

@whatevertheweather @artsyunderstudy @cutestkilla @valeffelees @bookish-bogwitch

@drowninginships @rimeswithpurple @iamamythologicalcreature @leithillustration @alexalexinii

@fatalfangirl @larkral @orange-peony @hushed-chorus @run-for-chamo-miles

@brilla-brilla-estrellita @theimpossibledemon @fiend-for-culture @emeryhall @j-trow-95

@you-remind-me-of-the-babe @ileadacharmedlife @best--dress @confused-bi-queer @messofthejess

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[tracle0]

WIPatterns

Rules: list the first line of some of your wips and see if there’s a pattern!

Tagged by: @dragonfelling, thank you kindly!!

For Death is a Silvertongue:

The air was jumpy, and it was the bands fault.

For The Spiders Song:

The city was being saved.

For The Crows Death:

“If I find the Crow first,” the first of the three hunters said. “I’m going to kill him.”

For Prophet WIP:

Every year, without fail, Cain would be taken by his family to his grandparents farm for the summer. 

For Colour WIP:

“You’ve done it too tight,” Elan hissed to their brother. “Do it again.”

Pattern: Ehhh? I like to use a Statement to start things off! That's kind of all I've got

Tagging: @albatris @polyaubergine @ace-malarky @livvywrites @seastarblue and mmm. You! If you want to.

[light-wrath-paradise]

No I am pretty sure it actually isn't the norm to make a movie poster for your My Hero Academia OCs but go off I guess

everyone should be weirder about their ocs more.

[kianamaiart]

Growing an audience takes time and getting people to care about your characters can often take more time. I've done a bunch of OCs in the past but none of them really got traction until my IDWTBAMG OCs. I steadily grew my social media following for well over a decade. A lot of checking socialblade, looking at analytics and generally drawing/posting everyday. I have a whole doc available about this type of stuff.

There's no particular shortcut other than happening to go viral or getting really lucky. But I will say "branding" or carving out a niche for yourself over time helps. Although I've been in a number of different fandoms over the past 15 years I've been on the internet, the kind of art I do has been pretty consistent. Lots of shorter, light hearted comics or vignettes highlighting relationships (be them romantic, platonic or familial) and people started enjoying my work for my writing style more so than just what fandom I was creating for.

Finding your community, creating stuff that aligns with those communities and engaging with others is huge. A lot of my work prior to IDWTBAMG centered queer people (specifically sapphics), Black and Asian folks and stylistically is very anime/modern western cartoon inspired. It's what became known for in fandom spaces and what people were following me for. So when I finally did make IDWTBAMG, a concept with anime influences, in a western cartoon style, with two Black, sapphic leads, it just fit right into what I was already doing. Like if you grew your following from doing cute, slice of life stuff, then suddenly dropped a psychological horror comic, chances are it's not gonna grab a large part of your audience. Might bring some new folks in, but you're ultimately kinda starting over and pivoting (that's why rebrands are hard to pull off). This may not be the best example but hopefully you get what I mean. Appeal to the communities you've fostered!

I hate using corporate speak for art but if you ARE trying sell your ideas to people and get your work out there, you do kinda have to learn how to market yourself and your art to some extent. Get in the head of a marketing agent or a brand manager. What's popular right now? How can I use that to my advantage? What times should I be posting my artwork to get the most eyes on this? Who is my target audience and how do I effectively appeal to them while staying true to my own work? Stuff like that. Genuinely, studying how social media managers operate as well as just observing how businesses market their products helped me a lot. "Okay I'm making this animatic, but it won't come out for the next four months. How do I keep people interested and hyped for that amount of time leading up to the pilot's release? I'll keep doing comics here and there so people connect with the characters by the time the pilot comes out. Once I get he VAs recorded, I'll make posts to get people hyped for the casting. I'll upload snippets and behind the scenes stuff to give people a taste of what's to come. I'll release during Black History Month since this is a Black led project with Black characters. I'll have a specific upload time at peak hours to get a good amount of people watching for the premiere and to give the pilot a good running start." This was all stuff I was taking into consideration and planning for.

Then generally, I think people connect to characters more than anything. You can have a cool concept and fun world building ideas but if your execution is bad and your characters aren't compelling, what's the point, y'know? IDWTBAMG isn't a particularly novel concept imo, but I think its strengths lie in the characters and how they interact. The concept is just a tool to give the character dynamics and relationships legs to stand on. So few of the comics I've done with these guys have to do with their lore, it's just small interactions of the girls in class, at a convenience store or just talking to each other in a void. Even though it's simple, that's often the kind of thing people connect with.

Then there's just the technical aspect of having appealing drawing! Getting better at your craft, if nothing else, is good for catching eyes and helping with your execution of your project. While it's not always necessary, I think it helps a lot. I know there's a lot of people who follow me just because they personally like my art style and character design.

Not sure how helpful this actually is LOL. It really does just kinda take time. We all have to start somewhere. I was a "small artist" too at one point. It was years of trial and error, mental breakdowns, finding my own artistic voice and posting artwork almost daily for like 5 years straight. I do think that's why IDWTBAMG ended up being so special to me. It really does feel like a culmination of everything I've learned and all that hard work up to this point and people can kinda feel that.

[confuzing]

I know this flies in the face of all established timelines but Head Disciple Shang Qinghua on a business trip to Huan Hua Palace his Shizun didn't want to do when he sees they have a baby ice demon in their holding cells- soon to be transferred to the Water Prison proper.

And like, it's clearly Mobei-Jun, who else would it be? And he's so little! And he's crying! What is SQH supposed to do??

So he steals that demon baby and takes him home to An Ding Peak and hides him in his rooms.

He brings Mu-shidi in on the secret because he wants to make sure Mobei-Baby is ok. And he's pretty sure he can trust MQF.

LQG and SQQ find out when one of their fights spills over onto An Ding and through the wall of SQH's rooms. They're both very pro- murdering the little demon until SQH calls their bluffs and tells them to do it then.

MBJ, sucking his thumb: 🥺

LQG: ...you do it

SQQ: No you

They both agree to keep it quiet - though SQQ immediately tells YQY the liar...

Soon half the future Peak Lords know about SQH's secret. Which is good because he needs their help figuring out what to do when MBJ's Dad eventually starts prowling around the base of the mountain looking for his kid.

YQY eventually shows off his leadership skills by meeting the senior Mobei and negotiating his son's return on the conditions that he not kill them when they give his kid back, and also please don't tell our shizuns about this. Which the senior Mobei is cool with because honestly losing a kid this badly is kinda embarrassing.

SQH is super attached by this point so he gives MBJ this long rambling good bye he thinks there's no way he'll remember because he's just a baby. (I love you you're my favorite don't trust your uncle and be safe I'll see you again soon my king I promise you're definitely going to be king some day by the way you're gonna be so big and strong and cool no one will be mean to you again I swear I'll beat them up if they do)

But of course, a decade and change later when MBJ meets him again he not only remembers but has missed his Hua-ge dearly.

Even later when the spying is revealed all the Peak Lords who were involved are just like, "Ohhh that makes sense. You betrayed us for Your Baby" (<what they all called MBJ)

Edit: I wrote a lil snippet of this.

[angelyuji]

more mark -O- & variants!!!

cw // yandere behavior, emotional manipulation, shitty smut for mark (kinda dubcon), implied noncon, toxic toxic toxic, the variants are evil, physical & verbal abuse, breeding kink too lowkey

mark thots :P

he’s sooo pathetic and cute i can’t

down baddd for you

i’ve said before that he’s superrr emotionally intense like he’s got the puppy-dog eyes DOWN

he knows that he can manipulate you into doing whatever he wants

i actually had something else to say but i forgor… so im gonna write some porn for u guys… don’t hate me if its bad… im trying

“i missed you so, so much.” he hugs you tight and you laugh.

“mark, we just saw each other yesterday.” you recount your dinner with him, debbie, and oliver.

he groans into your shoulder, “i know, i know. but i just missed you so much, after training oliver, all i wanted was to hold you.” the ache in his chest after being away from you disappeared at the sight of you. mark pushed you onto your bed.

“wait- mark, my roommate-”

“i don’t care.” he pulls you into a kiss, working his hands down to take off your pants. you try to push him off, but mark grips your hands. he uses a hand to pull off his mask, “please, (y/n). i need you.” his heart starts to ache at your resistance. you sigh, taking off your clothes.

“just-” you lay down, “-be quick, i have to go to a party.” he nods, making sure to quickly take off his suit. you moan as mark feels you up, groping your chest. he pushes two fingers into your mouth and he holds back a smile when you jolt.

“suck.” his voice feels rough in his throat; he was barely holding it together at the sight of you wrapping your lips around his fingers. he takes his wet fingers to press into your wet hole, “fuck, you’re soaked.” you huff, indignant, but you whimper at the feel of his fingers scissoring you open.

“mark…” you moan, hand reaching out to his face.

“yeah, baby?” his eyes are wide, watching you clench around his fingers.

“please, i need more.” mark pauses and you reach out to grip his hair, “please mark, i need you.”

his eyes trace over your naked body: your chest heaving, sweat glistening on your forehead, and your puffy lips. “only if you come over tonight.”

“what?” you breathe. mark’s fingers start pumping into once more and you writhe, pushing your hips back to feel him deeper.

“i just need you to say you’re coming with me, instead of going to the party.” mark smiles at you and he watches your face twist. he stops his hands and you whine.

“okay, okay. no party. just fuck me please.” you beg and mark smiles, innocently. mark takes his fingers out to wrap it around his dick, aligning it with your dripping hole. he sighs as he presses into you, “fuck…” you whimper, feeling him deep inside.

“fuck, baby, you feel so good.” mark grips your thighs, pounding into you. you could barely speak, letting out choked gasps at each push. “mine.” he growls as he folds you in half. you moan, feeling him deeper than before. “you’re all mine, (y/n).”

just remembered as i wrote this, but mark acts like he’s super pathetic and emotional in front of you

while also being pretty similar to nolan behind your back

he doesn’t want you to see that side of him, so his whole personality is pretty secretive

as papa nolan said, “what (y/n) doesn’t know won’t hurt them.”

anywho lets talk variants

im more familiar with them now jk i had to rewatch clips but its cool. i miss the show a lot already

“are you sure”

anyway first! viltrum mark

i tried to find more lore about the varients in the comics, but alas… none

looking at the few snippets we have of him, id say he’s very royalty, no nonsense, strict, and very much the type to actually follow through on the threat of washing your mouth out with soap if u swear

to my fellow manhwa readers: think very duke-of-the-north-red-flag-ml

like rn i was reading “how to win my husband over” and i’d say viltrum mark is similar to that fuckass pervert brother (i want that guy to die but that’s neither here nor there)

believes you are his future queen and all that

but also believes in corporal punishment to make sure u don’t repeat your mistakes

doesn’t allow anyone but him to disrespect you or touch you

if someone even looks at you in a way he deems “wrong”, he’s gouging their eyes out

if you talk to someone for longer than he deems necessary, he’s ripping their head off and giving it to you like “look what you made me do”

seems very mild-mannered considering how coldly he talks, but like… no not at all. he’s insane

he still treats you relatively well tho unless you’re being bad/bratty/talking back/not doing whatever he’s telling you to do

nsfw: if you’re capable of getting pregnant, oh brother. he’s fucking you into the mattress every night until you’re pregnant and all throughout the pregnancy too

like knowing you’re carrying the next generation of viltrumites…. he’s freaked UP

saying you’re the “queen” is a stretch cause ur kinda just a incubator atp but like mark loves you

ur his!!! you’re the reason he has children and also the reason he even cares about the viltrum empire hehe

sinister mark + mohawk mark :P

mostly keeps you around cause you’re fun to torture

he doesn’t really feel love, but he holds some affection for you

only because he likes your reactions to the things he does

he would’ve killed you first, but he thought you were cute to look at so he was like… lemme keep a trophy of my conquest!!!

so he really does only see you as his toy to mess with

not really a yandere imo, just a psychopath

so you’re just an object to use and abuse to him

he doesn’t really gaf about how u like it or feel abt it as long as he gets off

dark invincible/fully masked invincible

imo he’s one of the few that really does care about you

he came to earth for the invincible war to bring debbie back home (which is so cute and sad ugh)

so i can only imagine that he’s similar (in yandereness) to our mark except more pitiful and possessive

i can only assume nolan killed debbie in his universe so he was extra protective of you (or maybe the viltrum takeover was successful and the viltrumites killed debbie, letting mark and nolan live for some reason idk)

has some humanity left in him because he remembers what it’s like to have a family and a mom

would kidnap you from your house while you’re asleep and then act like he’s the victim in the situation

unmasked invincible/markvincible/no mask mark

i already hc mark is bi (i hc all characters i like as bi cuz i can)

but same as mask-vincible

he misses william :(

very cutie patootie, not as in touch with his humanity as mask-vincible or og!mark, but still obsessed with you

like he would kill the people you love if it means he could have you to himself

i hc that’s what he would’ve done if he got to william

like he’s killing the bfs and family and keeping you chained to him lowkey

anyway not much else to say i fear

please send me ur thoughts expanding on the characters lol i might’ve gotten the varients mixed-up or mushed them together idk sooo many characters to keep track off and sooo few clips of them that im basically making up my own personalities for these guys lolol

[faggotbeloved]

Hiya! May I please request some Wesker headcanons?

How would he react to a Reader that has no filter?

Reader is straightforward and doesn't take nonsense from anybody. Their sass is unmatched.

Wesker: 7 minutes, 7 minutes is all I can spare to play with you.

Reader: ...Not in that slutty ass outfit.

Following the 3SA timeline! Alternate snippets from S.T.A.R.S. and chapter 1 plus a little insight on each. I put a bit of a spin on it, I am super sorry if what I wrote wasn't what you intended.

Cw: suggestive

This work does not contain smut but is 18+.

└───────────────────────┘

Wesker thought you were annoying at first. He doesn't feel guilty when thinking back to it; he loves you for it now, but by god it pissed him off when you first joined S.T.A.R.S. You were blunt and argumentative, a walking HR violation, and you had a quip for everything.

-

(WESKER walks into the S.T.A.R.S. BRIEFING ROOM, groggy and already scowling. WESKER watches the coffee pot boil, leaning on the counter with his backside facing out. READER approaches from behind, wolf whistling.)

READER: Damn, Captain! Are you trying to detain criminals or seduce them?

WESKER: (Scowling) Keep it up, and you'll be moving to Bravo team.

READER: Yeah, I'm sure. How'd you even get your pants on?

-

But once he got to know you, he found it endearing, if not sexy. He was a brat first, Captain of S.T.A.R.S. second. You knew just how to wrangle him into submission. You were also a good partner, fiercely loyal, and attractive in general.

-

(WESKER and READER are speaking over radios.)

READER: Captain, have you found somewhere out of the line of fire? Sending reinforcements. Over.

WESKER: Yes, I've found a safe area. I'm near the east exit. Over.

READER: Copy. Good boy. Over and out.

WESKER: (Spluttering) You can't say that! There's other people on the line!

-

Of course, he wasn't sure what to do about the whole... leading S.T.A.R.S. into the mansion and betraying everyone. He'd try to sneak it into conversation, just to see if his far-fetched fantasy of you joining him and spearheading research together. Unfortunately, that doesn't happen, and he ends up leaving you after the mansion incident.

For years, it's radio silence from him. You recover from the betrayal, get right back into action, and work with the BSAA to stop the likes of him. Wesker, however, thought of you constantly. Your dry humor and quick wit was refreshing, and surrounded by yes-men and suckups he longs for someone to treat him sarcastically again.

When you reunite, he's (internally) ecstatic to see you, to get another chance to recruit you, and this time it surprisingly goes well.

-

READER: Well... I did miss fucking you. And, let's be honest, your global saturation plan is kinda hard to beat. It's an uphill battle here.

WESKER: (Flushing, for the first time in years, though remaining blank-faced) Excellent.

READER: Do I get to become your coruler? That'd be pretty cool.

WESKER: (Smiling softly) ...we'll see.

-

Then, you and him would be like Good Cop, Bad Cop except for the fact you're both chaotic. The major difference is that you're funny, he's stuffy.

You do not get along with Irving, interestingly enough. He's got the kind of humor you find grating on your very soul. You don't get along much with Excella, mainly because she wanted your spot as Wesker's partner.

You never really fight with him. Your relationship is unique in that blunt nature makes you trustworthy, so when you say you're on his side he believes you. He doesn't give you the shock collar because he knows you're telling the truth, so not needing to train you skips the majority of conflict.

Overall... surprisingly healthy?

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I was thinking of reader speaking similarly to Gale from BG3 during this, just... without the awkwardness

Read my other Wesker works?

[esamastation]

fanciestgeckofella: desmond transmigrates into liu qingge

(This is not that, sorry, but I do have a snippet where Desmond transmigrated into Yue Qingyuan which I don't think I ever posted, so, have that one instead.)

-

First thing to go through Desmond's mind is something along the lines of, Oh fuck, here we go again. Next is complete and absolute bafflement. Because he's pretty sure he's supposed to be dead right now.

That alone is very confusing. Then there is… this thing.

[Welcome to the world of Proud Immortal Demon Way! This System is designed to guide you as you go about your existence in this world. Operating under the guiding principle, You Can You Up, No Can No BB, this System hopes to provide you with an pleasant user experience!]

Desmond blinks at the floating screen in front of him. It… doesn't exactly look like any kind of Animus screen he's ever seen - it actually kind of looks like it's from computer from pre-2000s or something, with blocky grey boarder like something he's seen in old TV shows. No Animus programmer would be caught dead using aesthetic like that. Right?

… Well, actually. He could totally see some retro-loving techie liking it. Not Rebecca, though, she's a futurist through and through, but if she'd been into the old style Window XP or something, it probably wouldn't have taken much effort for her to install some sort of theme - aaand that's completely beside the point.

It's an Animus. He's in the Animus again… somehow. Hm.

"Um," Desmond says out loud, and clears his throat. His voice is weird, different from how it should be. Not that unusual, in the Animus, that, but it feels… more than just having an ancestor transposed over himself. Man, they must've upgraded the Animus a lot while he was, uh… "I'm… aren't I supposed to be… dead?" he asks slowly and feels a bit silly doing it, because he's clearly still around, and yet…

[You have indeed died! Your consciousness has been transferred, and your role has been bound: Yue Qingyuan, the Sect Leader of Cang Qiong Mountain Sect.]

… Okay, that's a bit different, but he can almost understand it. Consciousness transfer, role bound, that's probably new term for running around in your ancestor's skin. Yue Qingyuan, that's his ancestor this time around then. Cool. Sounds Chinese, which is interesting, Desmond didn't know they had any family there, but hey, Rebecca did say he had ridiculously low pedigree collapse, so that would mean his ancestry spread pretty far, right?

Ezio did have a Chinese student, Shao Jun, so, some pre-existing connections there. Maybe few generations down the line, they became bit closer. Rubbing a hand over his face and finding some of those familiar markers he shared with Altaïr, Ezio and Ratonhnhake:ton - full lips, aquiline nose, high cheekbones… Desmond nods to himself. Yeah, yeah, seems about right.

And yet there's still something just a bit… off.

"Okay," he says, drawing a breath. "I'm still kind of stuck up on the being dead part. Did you reboot my DNA or something? How am I here being, like, a living - or at least a thinking - person?"

The System window seems to consider this for a moment before answering.

[Your consciousness was captured from your dead body and transferred into your new role.]

Oh.

Desmond squints. "Captured how?"

[Your consciousness was captured from your dead body and transferred into your new role.]

… helpful.

So it was the Grand Temple - the Grand Temple did something? He'd been digitised like Clay and Juno, maybe? Okay, yeah, cool, that makes sense. Not sure how well he likes it yet, but hey, he's around, he's thinking, maybe sorta-kinda living and breathing - it's a step above from not… doing those things. Yeah. He can do this. "Nice. And who's Yue Qi-qin - how do you say that name, again? Who is he?"

[Yue Qingyuan is the Sect Leader of Cang Qiong Mountain Sect, also known as the Xuan Su sword.]

Desmond hums in understanding, eying the window, waiting for more. Nothing more comes, so he says slowly. "… Okay. And what am I supposed to do with him? I mean. What are we after here? Another piece of Eden, or… what?" he asks, folding his - folding Yue Qingyuan's - arms. "What is the mission status?"

[…]

That's all he gets. Literal ellipses, before the System window slowly flattens and disappear, leaving him blinking at empty air.

"… O-kay…?" Desmond mutters, making a face. "That was weird."

He'd never been left hanging in the Animus before. Not cool. The whole initialisation here process was a bit weird, really. Almost feels like they'd left him with an automated answering machine version of the Animus UI, or something. Was he even talking to an actual person there? What the heck. Why resurrect his consciousness at all, if they're not going to tell him what he's supposed to do here? Even Vidic didn't leave him completely in the dark…

Who resurrected him anyway? The Assassins or the Templars?

Uncertain, Desmond glances around for some sort of guidance or clue. The place is nice, and the graphic quality has gone through some incredible upgrades, like, damn. You'd almost mistake it for reality. But there is something seriously off about this. Not just the weird answering machine Animus, but… everything, really.

It doesn't feel like any Animus he's ever been in either. Usually when he starts out, it's as a passive viewer in his ancestor's memory - it takes a bit before he gets control and even then it's sorta not… not full control. Desmond is more used to being the passenger to his ancestor's actual driver. There's never not a moment where he doesn't feel like a second wheel on a unicycle.

Here, it's just him at the steering wheel, just him on the pedals. There's no other mind, no framework of another life - no shell of a person that once was. It's just him, in another body. Weird.

The terminology used was weird too - nothing like the lingo Rebecca or Shaun would've used. You can you up? No can no BB? What does that even mean?

Desmond rubs at his chin for a moment - baby smooth, not even a stubble - and then shrugs his shoulders and goes to get up. Might as well take a look around and try and figure out the limitations of this version of Animus. And it's not like he knew anything about Altaïr or the others either, not before getting the synchronisation up and running, so… better get started with that.

It's still a bit weird though. Usually he gets thrown into a cut scene first to get started with. Waking up in someone's - frankly rather fancy - bedroom is new. Ezio not counting.

Oh well.

-

And then he walks out under dressed and scandalises all the disciples on Qiong Ding Peak.

Alas that is as far as it got really, but the idea of Desmond as Yue Qingyuan is still weirdly dear to me.

[girlboypersonthingy]

Hello I'm sorry if I'm bothering you but I had an idea about a hazbin hotel request, so what if everyone at the hotel (except Alastor) consider the reader a big sister who takes shit from no one, like will slap someone without hesitation if they talk bad about any of their friends, especially when Valentino tries something will literally beat him up until he's half dead. (If you're not comfortable with writing this that's completely alright and I wish you a good morning/afternoon or goodnight)

Oh, nonnie, you are never a bother! I love getting new requests, feeds my soul tbh. I love this idea too! As much as I love romantic x readers and NS/FW x readers, I also love me some platonic Hazbin 🤍 good morning/afternoon/evening to you and ENJOY!

Notes: fem!reader, this is kinda short sorry, added Alastor at the end but just a snippet :)

TW: aggression, fighting, swearing

Rough and Tough- Hazbin x platonic!reader

Charlie ❤️‍🔥

Adores your passion and bravery but is often the one to hold you back or stand between you and your foe.

She loves keeping you close tho bc she has a hard time asserting dominance and speaking up for herself and you’re always willing to speak your mind on her behalf. You always help uplift and empower her, she greatly appreciates that.

Charlie also really does see you as a sister. As an only child, she grew up pretty sheltered and lonely, but being with you now is really healing her inner child.

When Charlie is having any kind of issue, she always goes to Vaggie, her darling girlfriend. But, when Charlie feels the need to vent about and get advice on her relationship with Vaggie, she turns to you. When Vaggie is busy and away, Charlie goes to you.

Pretty much every weekend, Charlie invites you and the other girls in the hotel to her room for a sleep over and some fun girly time

You def tagged along with her to the meeting with heaven along with Vaggie and while Vaggie is like “keep a cool head, babe.” You’re literally trying to climb up to where Adam is seated so you can rip that smug smile off his stupid, ignorant, narcissistic face and slap Lute with it.

Vaggie’s just panicking as she tries to keep you and Charlie calm lmao

Vaggie ⚔️

TWO PEAS IN A POD TBH

Vaggie adores you and you are often each other’s impulse control and each others biggest instigators

Vaggie getting pissed that someone is trying to sabotage the hotel and storming up to the traitor with her angelic spear cocked back and ready to kill

Enter big sis pulling her back and trying to talk some sense into her

Also you getting livid when someone talks negatively about Vaggie being a fallen angel, or worse being a former exorcist and being untrustworthy

Bad words and ugly names are pouring from your angry mouth, fists balled up and ready to go, muscles tense in anticipation

Cue Vags hugging you as she pulls you away, whispering that it doesn’t bother her so don’t let it bother you

But it bothers you bc you know it bothers her…she doesn’t deserve that.

As Rosie said, maybe she’s trying to be redeemed too…? Being shit talked is only going to put bad thoughts in her head and you can’t stand to see your family belittled like that

Sometimes, if the situation is just bad enough, you and Vaggie lose it together and no one can stop yall now. It’s honestly just as frightening as when Alastor shows his full demon form, you and Vaggie violently teamed up together like this.

Angry Vaggie + Angry big sis reader = a terrible ending for whoever is at the sharp end of her spear and at the mercy of your fists

Angel Dust 🕸️

Is very intimidated by you at first but grows so fond of you as he gets to know you. He admires your courage so much, he wishes he could be more like you.

He never feels safer than when he’s at the hotel with you near by. He knows that whatever he lacks when up against an opponent, you’ll be there to pick up the slack and watch his back.

Angel doesn’t have many true friends or familial figures in hell, and he misses his own sister so terribly. You fill that empty spot in his heart so perfectly, he wishes you had been around when he was still alive.

You two hang out a lot- his flirty, bubbly, goofy demeanor and your kind, accepting but stubborn attitude makes for some fun late night talks and some exciting outings together

Some dude tries to touch Angel out on the street without his consent? Oh fuck no. Before he knows it, the loser demon is groaning from the hard concrete floor as you grab Angel by the wrist, both of you stepping over the banged up body of the handsy asshole.

“It’s called consent! Look it up, ya fuckin prick.” Angel gets such a confidence boost being with you, you are the physical threat and he is the voice that tears them apart even further. You bruise their skin, he bruises their ego

Angel can’t help but laugh everytime you lose it for him. He just enjoys your company and support so much. He says he can handle himself and while he totally can, it’s just nice to have someone back him up, someone who truly cares for him.

Husk 🃏

BRO IS SUCH AN INSTIGATOR!!!

While Vaggie and Charlie often try to hold you back and calm you down, Husk cheers you on in any and every tense situation you find yourself in

“Oooooh you’re in for it now, bone head.” He’ll smirk and watch with a pleased smirk on his face as you pummel some sinner who dared to threaten the hotel and its residents

Husk’s fav pastime is sitting back with a bottle of booze as he watches you just go ham on some stupid, loud mouth loser who tried to pick a fight with the former overlord

Husk isn’t afraid of a fight, he’s not afraid to get up close and personal with the action but he must admit it’s nice to feel cared for enough to have someone sacrifice their own safety just to protect him.

The only time Husk has intervened during one of your episodes of frustration and rage is when Alastor said something to Husk that rubbed you the wrong way. Seeing Husk’s terrified and helpless expression in response to Alastor’s threats lights a fire in your chest.

“How dare you talk to him like that! I don’t give a shit if you own him, he’s not your fucking pet, you piece of-“

Husk practically, no literally begged Alastor to let it go and leave you be which he did but only bc he sort of admired your lack of fear and your loving but fierce protective attitude.

Husk also greatly admires your lack of fear and strong will. He wishes you were his family for real, maybe he wouldn’t be so depressed and fucked up.

Sir Pentious 🐍

Admires tf out of you, babies tf out of you.

He sees you as more of a little sis, wanting to coddle and defend you always.

Sees you coming back to the hotel one day with some bruises and bloody hands and hes immediately comforting you, trying to clean you up even tho you’re clearly fine.

But, he must confess he loves teaming up with you bc together you’re the perfect pair- Pentious with his tools and inventions and intricate weapons and you with your amazing strength and hot headed, witty comebacks and your courage and your quick thinking.

When he feels that he needs to step in and keep you from doing something stupid, he does so with all his might. Pentious would rather face your wrath himself than let you go and get yourself hurt or killed.

Go ahead, take your anger out on him but don’t risk yourself just for him.

You two totally bond over wanting to be seen as evil, devious and powerful but you’re both actually soft little sweet hearts deep down.

You two cry together a lot lmao. It’s always him crying first and then his crying triggers you.

He would frequently talk to you about how you are always so brave, fearless, strong, never faltering, never second guessing yourself. He’d ask where you learned to be so sure of yourself, he wants to learn to be more like that.

Alastor 🩸

SEES YOU AS HIS EQUAL BUT WILL NEVER ADMIT IT. CANT UNDERSTAND HOW YOU STAND YOUR GROUND AGAINST EVERY ENEMY YOU’VE EVER TAKEN ON, EVEN HIMSELF. YOU HAVE NO POWERS, YOU OWN NO SOULS, YOU HAVE NO BUSINESS PARTNERS OR BLOOD RELATIVES DOWN HERE SO WHAT MAKES YOU THINK YOU’RE SO SPECIAL??? YOU’RE NOT SCARED OF HIM? OH, VERY INTERESTING. HE WANTS TO CUT YOUR LITTLE BRAIN OPEN AND EXAMINE IT, YOU’RE JUST AN ENIGMA TO HIM, HE ADORES YOU. WISHES YOU REALLY WERE THE DAUGHTER HE SPAWNED FOR REAL FOR REAL HE’D BE SO PROUD

[leashybebes]

#furiously scribbling notes for my exes with detriments fic

👀

hell yeah!! Posted a couple of snippets already but my brain is buzzing with it, I am shaking the bars of my own enclosure and it's messy and awful and I kind of love it. A snippet in these trying times? I think this is the section that will be followed by messy hurtful extremely weaponised daddy kink lol

"Oh, fuck you. How many times do you think you just get to take out your hurt feelings on me?"

The mean little animal that lives inside Buck now perks up at that. Let's fucking do it.

"Seeing as you're the one who hurt them? At least a couple more times."

Tommy scoffs. "You hurt your own damn feelings, Buck. You made up a version of me to fall for and you never bothered to check whether he was real."

"What are you talking about?"

"Please. You shoved me up on a pedestal so fast it made my head spin. Talking to me like I'm some fucking - queer elder. Like I threw the first brick at Stonewall, not like I've been out for single digit years. You weren't seeing me, Buck. You were seeing some kinda fucking - gay Yoda, it was bullshit and you know it."

"So it's - it's my fault I picked up what you were putting down? Mr Cool, Mr Confident, all that bullshit? Because that was - "

"This is what I'm saying! When did I tell you I was this actualized guy? Was it between telling you I lied about who I was for years and that my own dad doesn't speak to me because he doesn't want a queer for a son? Was it when I told you I was jealous that you have people who care about you? When, Buck? When did I make up the cool guy with his life together?"

[felassan]

Snippets. 🐺💜 DA:TV spoilers under cut.

When the Community Council played the game, in the working version they played, it sounds like when the 'no dying' mode was turned on, when the player's health gets low the screen turns red (but you don't then die, of course) [source]

Caitie of Ghildirthalen shared that everyone that she talked to from the Community Council really liked the gameplay. "They were all into it, none of us had any complaints about how they were doing the gameplay, we all thought it was solid" [source]

The Lighthouse isn't literally an actual lighthouse by the sea. It's in the Crossroads. It's "like a bubble in the Crossroads, kind of like what Morrigan brings you to" in DA:I. "It's its own little bubble, it's not actually the Crossroads, it's like its own little bubble of reality." "It's not really in the Fade, but it kinda is, but it's kinda not". "It's so cool, I loved it so much [...] it's very comfy". It used to belong to Solas and "as you walk around there, you will see, like, stuff, that kinda shows what Solas has been up to for the past couple years" [source]

"They say in the [Game Informer cover] article that [The Lighthouse] like looks gaudy, and stuff, and like it does, in like an ancient elven way, but it's not like going to grandma's house which has that 2005 Tuscan kitchen feel." It sounds like there are a lot of frescos made by Solas in there. "It's kind of like, sad, too, 'cause it's a little bit like, ancient elven bachelor pad that he's been too busy to really keep up with it". "I think it's the coolest hub [in a DA game] by far" [source]

After the gameplay reveal video, Solas essentially gets trapped in the new prison he was trying to build for Ghil and Elgar'nan. "I don't think they explain it well in the [GI cover] article what happens, like, lore-wise, like how this connection between Solas and Rook one, works, and then two, like, how it's done. [...] From that [Community Council participation and talking to devs], I have a better understanding of this link, and I do think the explanation given [in-game] is good, and is satisfying to me. They're just not explaining it well in the article, I do think they give a better reason in the game"[source]

Caitie shared that she doesn't know why marketing for the game keeps saying/trying to say that Rook isn't a Chosen One as a talking point. "Maybe [Rook] wasn't chosen, [they] just happened to be there, but now there is a connection there, like [they] can't just leave, [they] have that strange Solas connection that nobody else has". "In this game Rook was just at the wrong place at the wrong time, or right place right time, depending on how you look at it, and it could have been anyone in that scene, that's kind've what they're trying to say" [source]

Photomode is something the devs expressed to Community Council that they want to include in the game [source]

User: "many of us would love to see cosplay kits again of the new companions. Just thought to throw that out into the ether" Trick: "Agreed! Definitely bring that up to official BioWare accounts. I think it's a great idea." [source]

John: "at this point my brain is about 70% DATV and 30% everything else" [source]

User: "I keep looking at that horn [Taash's blue one], thinking: 1. What -is- it made of?" Karin Weekes-West: "If only we knew!" [source] User: "If this turns out to be some high-value gemstone or crafting mat, I can't promise I'll be able to suppress certain... larcenous urges." Karin: "How very Lords of Fortune of you! :D <3 It really is SO PRETTY, isn’t it? Our art team is so good. :)" [source]

User: "I need to know if Rook gets their own room CAN WE DECORATE" Carly: ":^)" [source]

User: "anyway they [Neve and Harding] are both in this concept art. next to each other even. this has to mean they are both alive after the prologue. right? right???" Carly: ":^)" [source]

Kala: "the overall UI is very nice" [source]

Kala: "I remember the sliders [in CC] having pretty good range tbh, so probably pretty tall and pretty short" [source]

Kala: "I can't wait to learn who the VAs for Rook are! I know one and I know people will be really excited for this person to join the Dragon Age family 🤫" [source]

[deusvervewrites]

A snippet for the Substitute AU please.

“So. Gym uniform, huh?”

Himiko grins awkwardly at Jiro. “It’s not like I submitted a costume. Or an application.” She shrugs. “Yours is super cute though!”

Jiro twirls one of her jacks around a finger. “I dunno… It’s kinda plain.”

“What…! No it’s not!”

Jiro levels a look at Himiko but she’s not sure why. Yeah there are some cuter ones in the class, but there’s also some really silly ones, like how Todoroki half-froze himself for some reason.

“Besides, it’s not like I’ve got any costume ideas.” Himiko sighs and slumps dramatically. “It’s not like Midnight’s gonna let me copy hers! I have to think up something myself!”

Jiro snorts behind her hand, so mean! She’s got her cool little jacket and her stylishly tattered shirt plus some utterly adorable makeup! She’s got her punk look down! Meanwhile little ol’ Himiko has nothing but hunger pains and a spare gym tracksuit.

“Anyway, what’ve we got to worry about from the other team? You read their files, right?”

“Uh huh!” Himiko straightens back up. “Sero’s got those cute tape thingies in his elbows and can makes tons of the stuff! It’s super sticky! And Midoriya is super strong!”

“He’s the one you pulled aside yesterday, right? While you were doing the whole teacher thing?”

“That’s the one!”

“...You have a plan?”

“Nope!”

[wikiangela]

Hi, a bit late but joining in on the @alliwantforchristmasislou project 🫶

I decided to donate to a polish organisation called the stonewall group (which is why the pic is in polish lol)

chose this one just because im the most familiar with this one, and they do amazing work in support of lgbt+ people and fighting for our rights in this... not so queer-friendly country 🫶

now, ive been in the 911 fandom for almost 4 years now (gonna be 4 in i think February), and i only started after the episode Buck actually bc it was allll over my dash. i binged the whole show in a week, before the next episode is even aired, I loved it SO much.

as most of y'all know, I initially shipped buddie - it was the big ship, ofc i did, i wrote so much fic for them and i had so much fun and met so many moots i still love seeing on my dash 🫶❤️ but it might've been obvious (or not, idk) i was kinda getting bored and losing enjoyment, more and more of my fics and snippets were focusing on other characters with buck or eddie, i wasnt really as into it anymore - but i still loved it and wanted to enjoy it (which ironically was killed dead later on by the buddie fandom itself lmao)

and then came bucktommy and everything changed. initially i tried not to give in but within a few days i had two fics and more ideas lol they completely took over my thoughts. ive never been this inspired to write, to create, I even learned how to make gifs for them (with lots of help from amazing talented friends 🫶🤣) during fall and winter I always get so depressed and sad and having very dark and depressing thoughts (last year my buck driving fic was a result of that lol), and its so hard to find motivation to do anything, even write. but this year, even tho I had a lil crisis moment, i wrote through it and im as inspired as always - i havent stopped writing since april. they're literally the most inspiring ship ever - and fun fact, usually i prefer writing about fanon ships, so this was a huge change and surprise

I always related to buck a lot, and especially once we got his bisexuality canon - checking out and appreciating hot people of the same sex and not realizing what it means is too real lol - and Tommy is so compelling and theres so much potential for so many stories there, I wish the show would do something interesting with him 😭 despite being so confident and cool, he feels like he's holding back some sad, maybe (probably) traumatic backstory that could be so good and interesting - and lou is such a good actor and itd be amazing to see more from him in this role

they wrote tommy as the perfect love interest for buck, and it was amazing to see it on screen, it was such a breath of fresh air to see this kind of queer representation on a network show, it was so gentle and adorable, and they initially handled it with so much care, and id love to see where they'd go from there 😭 the break up broke my heart not only because it happened, but because it felt ooc and abrupt and not at all like that's where the story was going. wish they'd fix it and give us tommy back 😭🙏

and lastly but most importantly - thanks to bucktommy, i met so many amazing friends ❤️😭 even when I was writing fics and interacting with mutuals on here, i was never really talking to a lot of mutuals, not for longer than a few messages, and now i got this wonderful community that i feel so comfortable in, everyone is so nice and friendly, and I love y'all so much, this is the best fandom experience ive ever had ❤️

thank you all, ive been having so much fun since april, i love y'all. here's to more bucktommy in 2025 ❤️

[graves-yard]

I was wondering if maybe Yew will make a reappearance on the story? Like, if he'll show up outside a flashback? I think it'd be really cool to see how he is like after Knuckles runs away from the arena, that is, if he doesn't die at some point of it?? 😰😰 well I'm hoping not! Lol

(I love your stories!l

I have played with the idea I’ll say that. I have two scenarios on the back burner for now. I’m waiting to see what would work best as the story develops.

I can show you this since it’s no longer canon!! This was before I had the story actually published and worked on. It’s not finished but it was playing on that idea. So if you want a little snippet thing that isn’t canon but still a thing then you can read that below.

Oh yeah and I forgot to mention it’s in Sonic’s POV

You’d think Sonic would get used to seeing random anthropomorphic aliens end up on Earth somehow, but he still wasn’t. It was still always a shock.

This time was new, however. Much different from the past few times with explosive fights and world ending events. No, this time Sonic wasn’t even in the center of it. He was sleeping happily in his bed, dreaming of happy dreams, maybe running in a field or up mountains. Definitely nothing horribly traumatic that he’ll have to talk to Tom about later. Preferably on a row boat.

But there wasn’t any explosions or robots or big doomsday canons to wake him up. Sonic may have not known if Knuckles didn’t slam the intruder into the dirt.

Sonic was out in the yard in a flash, sparking with the shot of adrenaline that rushed through him. He could hear Tails cry out and a second later the fluttering of his tail-copter right behind him. They made it to the scene before Knuckles had spoken.

“What are you doing here!?” The echidna shouted, fist drawn back and sparking as well. He was pinning the intruder into a crater in the ground. From the looks of it, it was made from the grand slam and not how the fox had arrived.

Oh yeah, the fox. Second alien fox Sonic’s ever seen on earth, and he didn’t look like a kid looking for guidance.

“Speak!” Knuckles demanded, bringing the fox up and slamming them down again. The fox’s paws were wrapped around Knuckles’ glove, trying to pry it off his throat.

“Woah, woah, Little Red Hulk. Sun’s getting low, or whatever the quote is,” Sonic stepped up into the view of his older brother, hands up to plead for the fox. “He can’t speak if you’re choking him out, so easy up on him, alright?”

Knuckles looked startled, eyes darting up to Sonic and then over to Tails, widening. He looked… scared? Of what?

His eyes harden again, scowling. “Leave. Now. This is none of your concern.”

“See, I would love to do that. It’s kinda chilly out and I was having some nice dreams in my warm little bed, but I can’t leave until you explain what’s going on. And let that guy go before you kill him.”

He emphasized by pointing down at the weak kicks the fox was digging into the grass, still trying to get his big paw off his neck. Knuckles’ nose twitched and he settled his glare on the fox, growling. But a second later, he did let go of his throat and stopped sparking, stepping back only an inch and no further. He didn’t let the intruder stand.

“State why you are here so you can leave and never return.”

The fox rubbed his throat and frowned. He looked annoyed and frustrated, but he didn’t look like he wanted Knuckles dead, or even that he wanted to fight. He didn’t even try to get up, just sit up onto his elbows in the dirt.

“Technology’s improved in the pit,” the old fox grunted out, voice scratchy. “We caught an energy signal from you once you exited Earth’s atmosphere. They wanted me to find you.”

Sonic gasped. “No way, he’s from your origins! Like from your cool space John Wick days!”

Knuckles growled again, low and definitely aimed at Sonic to tell him to shut up. He cringed and made a motion at his lips, zipping his mouth shut.

His brother addressed the fox again. “I will not go with you. I am stronger now than when we first met. I have a tribe to fight for and an emerald to protect now. And I will demolish you if you even think about taking the younger ones.”

The fox drew his lips, ears flicking back. “Don’t be foolish. I don’t take kids anymore.”

“I’m sorry, who are you exactly?” Sonic said in a serious tone. He was starting to get a queasy feeling in his stomach. The fact that they were actually meeting someone from Knuckles’ past just got very real as he remembered Knuckles didn’t have a lot of friendly friends during that time of his life.

Something shifted and Knuckles stepped in between the old fox and Sonic’s heated glare—which he wasn’t even aware of until now.

His brother spoke in that same controlled voice he spoke in when Sonic had challenged him for the emerald and he had backed down. “His name is Yew. He was my mentor when I was a gladiator. As well as my captor.”

Those last words were thrown back at Yew angrily.

“I’ve heard about that,” Tails had finally butted into the conversation, stepping up beside Sonic. “You were their champion for a long time before you left.” His namesakes twisted together and he pulled them close, looking nervous and saddened. “I heard they took prisoners for their fights, but I just assumed…”

He didn’t finish, but Sonic could guess what he was saying. Knuckles has always spoken proudly about his many battles won and time as the most powerful warrior in all the galaxies. It was easy to assume he had gone into fighting willingly. That might be why Tom and Maddie always had weird expressions on their faces when he told these stories. It took a more mature mind to understand that his battle-hungry nature was taught to him.

Sonic frowned, face pinched as he looked up at his brother. His face was still passive and focused; guarded. “How long did you fight like that?”

Knuckles deflated slightly, looking past them as he tried to think. The tough walls started to crack as he struggled to put those memories in a time frame.

“About five years.”

They all tensed and turned their attention away from the echidna. Yew the fox finally stood.

“I don’t know how old he was when I found him, but he couldn’t have been older than you, fox.” He nodded a scruffy chin at Tails. Both Sonic and Knuckles stepped in front of him protectively. Yew looked annoyed again. “I told you, I don’t take kids anymore. You were special.”

Sonic’s quills bristled and he felt the need to get in between these two. He shoved himself in front of Knuckles and jabbed a finger at the skinny fox.

“Back off, Creep,” he warned. “Knuckles isn’t going with you, so beat it!”

He let his eyes flash and a shock of energy jump through his quills to punctuate his threat. He watched that one dark blue eye study the lightning arches, intrigued by his power.

A large boxing glove shoved Sonic and Yew apart. Knuckles now stood on guard in front of the old fox. Sonic glared at him, offended, but didn’t tell him off once he saw his face.

He looked conflicted. Hurt, even. Knuckles wasn’t the type to wear his emotions on his sleeve, reading anything on his face was always difficult unless it was big. Like feelings you get when you’re suddenly reliving painful memories of your past.

Sonic felt selfish. He should’ve noticed that the “eager to fight” Knuckles himself wasn’t jumping at the chance to hurt this enemy. Something serious was preventing those types of feelings, but Sonic just wanted to protect him, save him from someone who had hurt him before. All he’s doing is stressing him out and hurting him more.

Sonic backed down, effectively shamed from fighting.

Now with his back towards him, Yew looked Knuckles over. “You have grown since I’ve last seen you.” Knuckles frowns and turns to face him. Yew snickers, he levels a paw just below patch of mangy fluff on his chest. “You barely reached my chest before. Now you’re taller. And sturdy. They’ve been feeding you.”

“Every day.” Knuckles mumbled, soft.

Yew laughs again. It sounds like a choking cat, but that doesn’t make it any less… fond. “Good. A nice family is a worthy reward for our best champion.”

He couldn’t understand what was happening. They were talking like old friends now, or like when Tom gets sappy. He can even remember his dad saying the same thing about him growing taller, hand gesture and everything. This fox had imprisoned Knuckles when he was barely hitting double digits, forced him to fight others for half a decade, and they were talking like family would. It was almost disturbing. Sonic could even see Knuckles relaxing the more they reminisced. He wanted to push them apart again, stop Yew from hurting Knuckles once more, but he couldn’t bring himself to move because his tough, hard-headed older brother was smiling and retelling the tale of how he came to find a home on Earth.

Sonic couldn’t take much more when Yew reached for one of Knuckles’ loc bands, asking about them.

“Hey, uh,” both of them stopped their conversation to face him. Yew’s paw dropped back to his side. “Not to interrupt this touching reunion or whatever, but it’s pretty late, and I think Tom and Maddie will have our heads if we stay out here all night talking to a new alien friend. I don’t think they wanna adopt an old man fox.”

He was not impressed with that joke. His ears flicked and his scraggly tail twitched in displeasure. Knuckles—in classic Knuckles fashion—completely misunderstood. “They won’t really have our heads. It is an Earth expression.”

Yew grunted his understanding. He seemed to understand what Sonic was trying to do too, if the glare he was receiving was anything.

“Fine, I better leave now anyway,” he faced Knuckles again. “I assume I can find you here now?”

The echidna furrowed his brow. “It’s best you do not come back here. I have young ones to protect. You say you do not collect children anymore, but I cannot trust the pit to follow the same path.”

The fox’s ears and tail twitched again, but he didn’t say anything. He crossed his arms in a very familiar way and stepped back from the band of brothers.

“Then this is goodbye, echidna.” Yew glanced back at Knuckles.

He gave a short nod. “It is goodbye, Yew. And if I find you breaking your promises, I will find you.”

Yew looked hurt for a moment, but he laughed a moment later. He pulled a ring out of his glove. It shined in the moonlight, glassy and glimmering like his one dead eye.

“I expect that, Knuckles. If you’re not the one to kill me, then who will be?”

He tossed the ring and stepped through it. And that was it. A terrible footnote in Knuckles past just disappeared behind flickering gold.

[layton-heritage-posts]

So, what did you think of that Level-5 vision?

Oh I think of that Vision alright. Putting it all under the readmore for people who couldn’t watch the vision yet:

Right of the bat, we get introduced to our antagonist and the big bad scary spooky mystery. Cowboy Ghost.

So this design obviously goes hard but would go harder of he was a woman. It’s kinda giving Specter’s Call vibes, but maybe that’s just me. Can’t wait for the explanation they come up for this, but then again, I feel like a ghostly appearance should be somewhat easier to explain than like, idk, making theme park visitors suddenly disappear.

Also. There was this snippet of text:

Is that some motivation? Probably! I’m intrigued.

Next, we got some new locations in steam bison. Did I say that I loved this place yet? I love that place. I am not immune to cool cluttered illogically built steampunk city.

But we not only get to see more of the city, but also more of its citizens. And I'm happy to say that the character designs in Layton games are still. Like that.

Great and stylized designs, as always. I'm so glad that this element of the games is still here.

Damn. I already hit 10 images. This will continue in a reblog.

[andorerso]

okay i NEED divorced AU you evil woman <3

also requested by Ebby @jynstandor

ah, the AU that haunts me and the AU that I'm too scared to write. if you've been here a while, you may have seen me talk about this before, but if you haven't, it's a modern AU with some sci-fi/supernatural elements, though lately I'm playing around with the idea of making it a post-apocalyptic world. not canon-verse for certain, but not quite our world either is the point

details are subject to change but the rough set-up: six years after the disbandment of Rogue One, a special military force designed to investigate and clean-up failed bioweapons experiments and testing, and five years after her divorce with team leader Cassian Andor, Jyn Erso is asked to return to the Alliance and revive Rogue One for one last mission. fueled by the dual desire to understand what really happened on their last fateful and disastrous mission in Scarif, and finally get some answers to the nearly 30-year old mystery that was her father's work and disappearance, Jyn agrees - even if it means working with her ex-husband again. it should be no big deal. if only being out in the field with him again didn't remind her of why she'd fallen for him in the first place... and also force her to confront the very thing that broke their relationship (ft. some zombies probably)

now listen. fic of my dreams etcetera. unfortunately, I have no idea about anything ever - not the military, not bioweapons, not science stuff... and I'm shit at both plot and action. so it's kinda a daunting task, even if it has the single best plot twist I could ever hope to write. it's one of those "I really want to but I don't know if I can" situations. so no promises, but it'd be so cool to write it (also most definitely a multichapter)

tiny snippet:

"Too scared to come get me yourself?" she asked, but she was half-kidding. Just trying to get a rise out of him.

His answer was matter-of-fact, his expression a blank white page. "I had other matters to attend to."

Well, now she was pissed. "Ah, of course. The great Captain Andor, too busy for his ex-wife," she drawled with a sardonic smile.

He didn't let it get to him, the bastard.

"I put together your file," he said in a tone like he was handing her an olive branch. An appeasement, that he wasn't completely uninvolved in the great search for Jyn Erso.

She took a swing of her bottle to avoid looking in his eyes as her heart twisted. "I know."

Nobody else could have found her.