#(trying to figure out the lore is something else tho)

[pavlinadraws]

Now, kneel before me, pheasants!

Riliane Lucifen d'Autriche 💛✨

[froggomcdoo]

you ever read a work of fiction so good that you immediately need to find more and consume it but it doesn't have any more and there will likely be no more so you just suffer and think what if.

[anifever]

can you pls do an outsiders x Nerdy fem reader? Like, braces boy band fangirl who rants about comics type. Would rather have it being Curtis sister reader but you can do whatever, tyy <33

Gang w/ a Nerdy!Reader ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

The Outsiders x Fem!Reader

୨୧ : The Curtis gang with a nerdy reader

A/N : This is kinda bad bcs I get unmotivated to write sometimes but I swear I’m trying omg. Also I didn’t do Curtis sister simply so it’d be more ambiguous, sorry 💔 Anyways this is literally me except I just don’t have braces anymore

˖⁺‧₊˚ 👓 ˚₊‧⁺˖

Darry

୨ You cut pics of The Rolling Stones members, etc out of the newspapers he reads and keep them

୨ He’s confused at first then he’s like “Oh..” when he realizes what’s happening- he doesn’t mind tho

୨ You write the dumbest little notes/pickup lines and put them in his lunch bag for work

୨ He doesn’t understand most of them but he likes them regardless

୨ He read comics here and there when he was a kid, but he definitely doesn’t anymore 😭

୨ He’s always arguing with Pony about those things and just doesn’t really get it

୨ Even though he doesn’t understand yours and Pony’s infatuation with stuff like that, he thinks it’s nice you’re able to bond with each other over it

୨ At some point you convince him to watch one of your favorite sci-fi type tv shows with you whenever he isn’t busy

୨ It’s a pipeline of him saying he doesn’t like it, pretending he doesn’t like it, then being really invested in it

୨ Anyways, even if your interests don’t exactly line up, you still love each other

୨ You rambling over stuff all the time honestly helps him forget about the stress in his life

Two-Bit

୨ He has no room to talk when his favorite show is still Mickey Mouse at the age of 18 and a half

୨ He thinks it’s cute in an endearing way

୨ He makes fun of you a bit but he doesn’t mean it seriously- that’s just how he is

୨ You guys discuss superheroes together and get way too in depth about it

୨ When he sees your room for the first time there’s like little figurines everywhere, etc and he’s just like “Huh, I have that one too” while pointing at the Hulk or something

୨ He doesn’t gaf, at least it’s clean unlike his

୨ If you have braces, he’s absolutely making jokes about it

୨ You’re getting called metal mouth but it’s out of love I promise

୨ He doesn’t let other people make jokes about it though

୨ Like that’s his job!!! Leave his girl alone!!!

୨ This man defends you with his life I’m so serious

୨ Anyways, whenever he gets super drunk and he starts rambling the exact same way you do normally so it sort of evens you out

୨ Idk what else to even say because you both just make so much sense- it seems so obvious

Steve

୨ I hate to say it, but he calls you brace-face

୨ Ironic because he needs some himself!!! 😊

୨ You said something along those lines to him once and he was so caught off guard and offended

୨ Even though he’s a smartass and you’d figure he’d be mean abt it, I feel like he’s probably kinda the same as you- at least when he was younger

୨ Bro knows his DC and Marvel lore

୨ You guys are constantly re-watching ‘Godzilla’ together

୨ There’s probably a picture of him from when he was younger dressed as it for Halloween or something too

୨ You have made him go to a concert with you

୨ He didn’t even really care about you freaking out over the guys, he was more upset that you chose The Beach Boys of all people

୨ He considers it “Soc music”

୨ You most likely don’t understand anything about cars

୨ He could sit there for hours trying to explain stuff to you and it just won’t click

୨ He��s like “How can you remember every fucking Beach Boys song but not what an exhaust does??”

୨ Okay you probably aren’t that dense but still

Dallas

୨ Yeahhh, he’s making fun of you

୨ It’s out of love tho 😇 most of the time..

୨ You constantly make references about comics and shows and he has no clue what you’re talking about

୨ You use the word kryptonite around him and he’s like “..What the HELL did you just say to me?”

୨ Most of the things you ramble about, he doesn’t understand, like, at all

୨ Much to his dismay, he can’t help his features from softening when he watches you do it

୨ You definitely gives him a break from all the reckless crazy stuff he does

୨ You use so many big words (they usually aren’t that crazy) and he’s just like “Could you speak English?”

୨ When he first went inside your room, it was covered in posters from movies like ‘Dracula,’ ‘Creature from the Black Lagoon,’ ‘Psycho,’ ‘Frankenstein,’ ‘The Birds,’ etc

୨ At first he was like “Jesus…” but really he thought it was pretty cool

୨ You guys are horror movie enjoyers⁉️

୨ You’re probably more of a geek over them than he is, but it’s just barely (he’d never admit it)

Soda

୨ You definitely fangirl over The Beatles and it lowkey hurts his feelings

୨ You have to be like “Soda.. you literally look like a movie star why are you worried-”

୨ Yes you know Paul’s blood type, time of birth, and who his fourth cousin twice removed is; so what? 🙄

୨ Knowledge-wise you balance each other out

୨ You have amazing grades in all your classes and he’s dropped out 🤍 but on the other hand, you are not very street smart

୨ Like if you have a gun held to your head, let’s hope they’ll ask you trivia about ‘The Twilight Zone’ for your freedom

୨ Anyways, he tries to keep up with and understand the stuff you talk about

୨ Give him time 💔 he’s trying

୨ He probably already knows a bit from having grown up with Pony, but it’s still nothing crazy

୨ He carries around extra wax for your braces in his pocket in case they ever start hurting you (idk if they were invented yet in the 60’s but let’s pretend)

୨ Throws wrenches and things like that at Steve if he says stuff about you

୨ You get pretty insecure since he’s so popular with girls and they usually aren’t like you; but he’s always reassuring you over it

Johnny

୨ You guys read comics together

୨ He’s a spider-man lover and I’ll die on this hill

୨ Someone write Johnny Cade spider-man au rn

୨ He’s constantly telling Dallas to “lay off” when he says stuff about you

୨ Finds your braces cute- he thinks they just add to your charm

୨ Anything that helps him somewhat escape reality, he enjoys; he gladly talks about nerdy stuff with you

୨ He gets along with Pony so well and he has most of those interests, and it’s the same way with you

୨ You guys sit in the lot and stargaze constantly; each time you point out and name the constellations along with explaining their backstories

୨ He listens with a fond smile on his face every time

୨ He thinks it’s cool you’re able to remember all of that

୨ You’re both just so cute I’m crying

୨ Whenever he comes over, he always admires the figures, posters, books, etc you have around your room

Pony

୨ Idc his ass is also a nerd

୨ Maybe not in the exact ways you are, but he definitely still is

୨ You help him in certain classes he’s not doing well in which he is extremely thankful for

୨ You guys also read comics together 😋

୨ Usually you make him read them out loud though since you love his voice and also think he’s good at the sound effects

୨ That being said, you both give each other book recommendations

୨ You guys go to the drive-in/theater together constantly and have heavy debriefings over all of the movies (mainly the sci-fi ones)

୨ You guys are both big fans of Elvis

୨ He’s a fan music-wise, you’re a fan of literally everything

୨ You’ve seen every single one of his movies. Multiple times.

୨ Definitely makes him a little jealous but he tells himself it’s not a big deal

୨ He can’t even be mad at you geeking out when he preforms on TV, he understands

୨ All that being said, you guys actually go really well together

[lume-ish]

Yall i got super carried away

I wanted to draw some ideas I had of Trollex and Synth's parents and ended up with a sorta au and a little techno troll worldbuilding.

"Egg? I think you mean ball"

I like to think that Trollex was one of those kids that absolutely hated the idea of a sibling. One of those kids that gives the parents the meanest/most concerned side eye when he's first introduced to his sibling.

I think part of it is also cause Trollex had a very poor understanding of what a sibling was. Like his mom told him something like

"its like having a best friend for the rest of your life!"

"the rest of my life???" and he then thought Synth was going to stay small and crying for the rest of his life.

Idk I thought it was kinda funny.

But as they grow up they get more used to each-other and they argue(as siblings do) but they do end up becoming each other's best friend.

Anyway I imagine Synthia traveled a lot before meeting unamed other mom. Like her genre of music is still techno, just like techno adjacent?

Like I really like the idea of there being other smaller groups of techno trolls, like deep water techno trolls would be like maybe 2bit game-type music. Fresh water might be like idk techno pop, since they're closer to the other troll kingdoms. Oh wait no they're vocaloid.

Hatsune Miku Techno Troll.

Other mom is currently unnamed, I thought about calling her Beat-atrice like a play on Beatrice? She'd go by Queen Beat or Bea(Synthia would call her Bea) But idk, l'm still unsure. Anyway she's the Queen and I wanted her/her side to look more like Synth than Trollex cause i think it'd be fun to explore the feeling of a young King Trollex still trying to figure out how to rule without his parents' guidance and the fact that he looks so unlike his mom/past rulers would kind of be like the cherry on top yknow?

As much as he knows its foolish to think part of him wonders if Synth would be a better King than him, Synth is like the spitting image of their Mom/their Grandad.

When his mom was alive, she was always busy with Queenly duties and he never spent much time with her, (I have lore stuff for her too, I went a lil overboard) but one thing he does remember is that his Mom admired his grandad for being a good strong ruler. Thats why he's named after him. So he can't help but wonder if he's doing things right, if he's a good king, if his parents would be proud, if he's doing his grandfathers name justice and ruling the techno trolls in the right direction.

Uhh what else, I feel like Trollex would see his mom a lot in Synth. Mostly cause the 2 look so similar, but since Trollex never got to know his mom he doesnt realize that personality-wise he and his mom are super similar.

They probably would've gotten closer and formed a really tight bond as he grew up and was learning how to rule from her. Too bad that didn't happen.

Also Synth doesn't remember his parents. At all, he's seen their pictures so he knows what they look like but thats all he remembers them as, as pictures. It kinda killed Trollex when Synth told him that. Everyone else remembers them as rulers, but he remembers them as his moms, and even his memory of them as his moms have faded and warped overtime.

I have more tumbling around in my brain, most of it revolves around unnamed mom and her grandad/her family but I've got some ideas about Synthia's character and her life/family too.

Idk of I'll make more art or about it tho, might just write a bunch of words and post it lol.

[yunieful]

missing & wishing

synopsis: you're a hunter who doesn't really have any friends. you (kinda?) hate everything, mostly yourself. you know MC but not that well. MC starts taking an interest in you, Xavier follows along, and you absolutely do not know what to do with that.

tags: LOTS of self-loathing, suicidal thoughts (no attempt tho), autistic reader, adhd reader, you have brain damage ur welcome, not the main character, but we do have, named main character, you two exist as diff people in the same universe wrow, god for all we know mc has a crush on YOU, some implication u might not be human if u squint, maybe you'll find out what u are...if i ever fuck with this again (not a vampire) mentioned: main character, reader, xavier + rafayel & zayne mention sylus isn't there yet and neither is caleb hold ur horses word count: 3.4k

a/n: not beta read much. please make note of the tags. completely diff universe from my lads au. sorta was a vent drabble at first, then slowly turned into a reader...fic? thing? where this reader has fuckin' lore in my head or some shit now. i am emotionally involved. (now you will be too!)

and this is my first reader fic be nice-

You are ordinary.

So why do you feel like a freak?

You’ve been a mirror all your life, trying to reflect what looks right. Press all the right buttons, keeping note of what gives positive responses and negative ones. You’re confused when people laugh and you laugh with them—then they stop, frowning at you. Sometimes the reflection shatters, and you don’t know how to fix it. When you try to pick up the pieces, you get more hurt. The blood trails form the reflections of people glaring at you, laughing at you, disgusted by you.

You try and you try and you try but they just know something is wrong.

And so, you stop trying to become a mirror, a mockingbird.

Hell, you stop trying to fly, to soar. Staying bright.

You just focus on what you know. What’s as easy as breathing. 

And that seems to be Wanderers and fulfilling reports and orders.

You make sure the shadows become your friend, because then no one can see you. You stare at this vessel that is somehow yours, and remind yourself to be something else. Keep people far away or else they’ll find the flaws. Hold your guard because no one can see past these walls. They’ll become more people that just shatter you to pieces, once they see.

They never like you.

And that’s fine.

You hate yourself more.

So why do you live on?

Spite, you think. Because you refuse to be called a coward.

On one hand, someone like you shouldn’t exist. There are so many pieces that fit weirdly and are wrong. But on the other? You want to disappoint the people who want you gone. People who wanted you dead. They don’t get to decide when you end, only you do.

Besides, you’re used to disappointment after so many years. You’re long past questioning why. You just seethe that people are awful as always, and continue building your walls. Because you never need anyone else to point fingers at you to figure out all your flaws. You’re tired of trying to be soft when all they are is sharp. It’s best to put a mask over it all, and no one will even try to get in either.

“Hey, great work today.”

The keyboard clicking stops. You’re in the middle of writing a report. You don’t enjoy them, but they have to be done.

Your fingers curl in annoyance at being interrupted, ready to snap at whoever dares to approach you and ruin your workflow, because who the hell—

“Melody,” you say.

Someone else assigned to Unicorn along with you, and for whatever reason, she’s spoken to you once or twice before. Very small moments never lasting long around each other. Some boy is with her or Tara or Simone or someone, unlike you, never having a single person approach you or be around you.

She’s one of the top hunters, and you were paired together with her for a mission earlier today. A shock to you, since you don’t consider yourself one of the best hunters out there. You just make sure you’re efficient and that there’s no civilian casualties, if it can be helped.

You never worked with Melody before this. The partners you had were quiet and efficient, knowing to not bother making any small talk with you and only focus on the mission. Yet Melody tried to strike up conversation. It made you wonder if she even took her job seriously, but she quickly proved you wrong in combat. Her guns worked well around your scythe, one of a few weapons you specialized in. You both easily made quick work of the enemies and saved a few civilians caught in the crossfire.

But that was the end of it. Mission accomplished.

You had no clue why she’d be here bothering you.

Melody blinks, maybe thinking you were going to say something else, but you just stared boredly at the center of her forehead so direct eye-contact wouldn’t kill you on the spot. “Right. Um. I was thinking, maybe we could work together more often? When my partner Xavier isn’t around anyway.” You don’t say anything, just glance back at your monitor and continue typing again. “We work well together.”

“Was just doing my job,” you mutter.

It truly is baffling that this girl is even trying to strike up a conversation with you. Out of the corner of your eye, you can spot at least one or two co-workers around whispering and glancing your way. Since some people act like it’s still high school, you’re the outcast being talked to by the popular girl, and that shouldn’t happen.

“Well, you do a hell of a job.” Oh, shit, you’re writing some of the words Melody is saying. You immediately backspace. “You work as quick as Xavier, I swear.”

Your eyes narrow. This “Xavier” has been mentioned twice now. You have no idea who the fuck that is. “Xavier…?”

Melody tilts her head. “Xavier! You know, silver hair, blue eyes, hangs around with me sometimes?”

People watching sometimes happens, if you don’t especially hate them that day. You go through your repertoire of memories that barely hold together like your attention span.

Your brows slightly rise when you land on it and nod solemnly. “Twinkle Boy.”

A strange noise leaves Miss Hunter. “I’m sorry?”

You bother to spare a glance at her. “Twinkle Boy. That’s his name.”

“His name is Xavier.”

“Not to me.”

“Well, you remembered my name.”

“Yeah,” you say slowly, “you’re Melody.” You’re not sure how to explain without starting to develop the cracks on your facade you don’t want anyone to look too closely at. That’s how it sometimes starts. You’re just Melody shaped, you try to reason in your little pea brain. I don’t fucking know.

She giggles a bit, tilting her head at you, and for some reason, you don’t feel like she’s laughing at you, like so many others do. Something in her eyes says something you’re not quite familiar with and you’re not sure what to do with either.

You decide you don’t like it.

“Anyway,” you lean back in your seat, and also lean back metaphorically from this entire conversation, “I gotta get this report done, so—”

“Oh, yeah, of course!” Melody waves it off. “For real, though, I hope we work together again.”

You dare glance up one more time, and she’s smiling. At you. You’re almost tempted to look back to see if she’s looking at anyone else, but no. And it almost seems…genuine.

She can’t truly mean it, can she?

“Yeah, sure,” is all you can muster. “See ya.”

She waves before turning and leaving you to finally get this damn report done.

And yet, your mind dares to wander, to try and assess what it is she possibly wants from you. Because it certainly has nothing to do with your overall presence. Does she truly just mean working together on another mission? You don’t have any special skills. Your Evol doesn’t count, in your opinion, since it’s—

You clear your throat, as if it’ll chase those thoughts away, and type.

But they’re never gone. They cling to you tightly, shaped like thorns.

You can’t decide if some higher being hates you or loves you.

You and Melody do end up working together again. The missions continue to go smoothly. You adjust to whatever arsenal Melody decides to give you to work with that day. (“A staff? Seriously?”) For some reason, you start actually talking with Melody. She’s the one that mainly carries the conversations, though, with you saying little of anything.

You just can’t understand why.

You could have told her to stop, to back off. You could’ve told Captain Jenna you didn’t want to work with her again. Yet you don’t do any of that. You let Melody figure out ways to get you to talk and respond to her, and you oblige her for some reason you’re not even sure of yourself.

Oh, come on, you know, your mind argues.

If you’re going to say anything about companionship or even liking this girl, I’m tuning out again, you threaten.

Your mind shuts up, but you can imagine it’d be laughing, if you let it.

Melody is…soft, bright, and—

Well, loved.

Twinkle Boy Xavier makes sure she’s doing okay if they’re not together. You hear about how he checks up on her at times when she’s hurt or has a rough day. Her doctor is literally a cardiac surgeon for her heart problem. They grew up together before he disappeared, and they found each other again like it’s the beginning of a Hallmark movie. Except maybe it could be better than a Hallmark movie. (You are a fan of vintage stuff. Sometimes eras like the 2000’s are fascinating.)

There’s some painter dude Melody has talked to you about now and then that designates her as his bodyguard. You wondered how she got that extra pay, and she says it was from a mission said painter was involved in. Then you recall about the painting that killed some guy named Raymond (“allegedly” but you doubt it).

They text her, they check in on her when they’re available. Sometimes it’s why Melody can’t “hang out” with you, and you always just brush it off. Someone like Melody would be the type to have so many people care. There are just people others are drawn to, like a beacon.

Not you.

And you usually don’t care.

So why does some part of you feel…what? Disappointment? During the few times Melody has had to cancel on you.

When the hell did the disappointment go past yourself and people you hated?

Maybe you miss her.

Whatever little bit of logic your brain is trying to do needs to be flung across the room and stuffed into a drawer far away to never be thought of again. Because your brain is so damaged that, at times, object permanence is truly your nemesis. Now it could potentially be your salvation.

“I am just tolerating them,” you remind yourself, alone in your apartment. “That’s it!”

For whatever reason, Xavier starts checking up on you at work.

And why is it strange he’s doing it at work? Well, the reason you know Xavier happens to be because his apartment is right next to yours. With Melody being below you two.

You never really talked too much. You’d sometimes spot each other and greet each other or acknowledge each other in some way. Though you didn’t bother to continue talking with him when realizing you were both hunters, and he didn’t either. You just kept it to those short moments at your apartment complex.

Simple, distant, controlled interactions.

And now he’s ruining it.

“You should get that checked out.”

He points at the bandage on your head, and you just scoff and roll your eyes while writing some stuff down at your desk. Best to do it now before you forget.

“I have a hard head,” you say, tone flat and dry as it usually is around others. “I’ll go when I know my head is truly in jeopardy.” Which, it usually isn’t; you already have plenty of brain damage anyway. What’s a little more?

“I hope you’re not as dumb as Mel about injuries.” His tone can easily match yours. But him? He’s softer when he speaks.

You? You’re all sharp, keeping as prickly as possible.

You’ve been called worse. “Yeah, let’s hope,” you mutter, clearly not interested in what he has to say.

“What are you writing?”

Your eyes widen, hearing how close he is, but you try to keep your voice as neutral as possible. “Please don’t look over my shoulder like that. You’re too close.” You poke at him with your pen, not daring to turn around and very careful in making sure it’s just the pen touching him and not any actual part of your body.

Thankfully, he listens. You can feel the pen start to fall to prove he’s leaning back.

“Sorry.”

You breathe deeply, shutting your eyes briefly. The pen becomes your anchor for a moment, gripping on it hard enough the leather of your gloves squeaks a little.

You don’t even reassure him it’s fine, because, well, it’s not. There is a very definitive reason why you can’t handle anyone being close to you to the point of touching you. But you’re not going to snap at him about it; he doesn’t know.

“If you’re so curious, it’s just my grocery list.” You shut your notebook and rise from your seat, now finding the area stifling. The world shifts slightly, but you know it’s not enough to send you to a hospital. You just keep still for a second before moving. “Don’t you have Melody to bother?”

He follows you, and you hold your notebook tightly, which now has your pen resting on the spiraled edge keeping said notebook together.

Why is he following me?

“Oh, right. She wanted me to ask you if you wanted to join us for some hotpot.”

WHY?

You pause your steps and turn around, thankful Xavier stopped when you did, leaving a respectful distance between the two of you.

“Hotpot?” Before he can open his mouth, you hold up your free hand to stop him. “I know what it is, Twinkle Boy.” His brows rise, but he doesn’t say anything about the nickname. (This isn’t the first time you called him this anyway.) “Anyway,” your response is quick, “no thanks. I’m just gonna warm something up at home.”

You don’t even give him a chance to argue. You just walk away, planning to get back to your desk in a second to grab everything and leave.

When you stare down the aisle of some snacks on your way home, your mind wanders on what would’ve happened if you did go. Or even what type of snacks Xavier likes to eat, because you’ve seen him with a few at the Association.

You quickly shut those thoughts away, keeping them locked along with so many other thoughts and feelings.

You are ordinary.

So why do you feel wrong?

If you don’t feel like some freak, you just continue to feel wrong. You feel wrong missing Melody and Xavier. You feel wrong wanting to shop with Xavier and dare ponder his favorite snacks.

You feel wrong wishing for company.

This life has always been alone.

Anytime you even tried to make a friend (just that word is so foreign to you), kids usually ran away from you. They giggled and laughed with their other friends, all of them clearly talking about you, especially once they pointed fingers.

The times they even did bother with you, it’d be with tight smiles and irritation in their eyes. The relationship was purely transactional, and you were usually left bankrupt. You had something they needed, and they took and took and took.

Back then, you really had no backbone to say no. You wanted to please everyone as much as possible. Back then, you would have danced on hot rocks if you could’ve, if those people became your friends after.

Then you became an empty husk, and what you filled it with was thorns and disgust. Disgust mainly at people.

Ugh, people.

They have done nothing but hurt you.

So what makes these people different?

Is it Xavier never laughing right at your face? Insulting you in any way? Just being nice? You can’t have fallen so far from your original path of keeping your walls up and keeping everyone out to be reduced to letting someone in (just a smidge, a smidge) for being nice. Who the fuck are you?

Is it Melody being completely fine with you barely talking and having her make up most of the conversation? Is her actually laughing at some of your dark humor or things you mutter under your breath actually what got you? Or is it that somehow everytime you’re around her, you don’t sense the slightest bit of irritation? Every smile she gives you is genuine and never tight or forced? Almost making you want to smile?

“What do you know about the N109 Zone?”

You stiffen in your seat, stopping yourself from drinking your matcha latte. (One of the few drinks that won’t make your stomach scream.) “Why are you asking me?”

Melody gives a noncommittal shrug. “I’m just curious. No one really talks about it much or seems to know much about it.”

You’d wonder if she can read minds, if you didn’t know about her Evol before. Now, you had to dare wonder if this was a coincidence or if she knew.

“Yeah, but why are you asking me?”

Melody is about to speak, but you cut her off with your flat, dry tone further.

“I have brain damage, Melody.”

She scoffs and rolls her eyes at you. “You always say that, and it won’t work everytime! Just because you have brain damage doesn’t mean you don’t know things.”

“Yeah, but who says I know anything about the N109 Zone specifically?” You narrow your eyes at her. “This is more than just curiosity here.” It’s not a question, you just know.

“I—! No, I just wanna know what it’s like there.”

“Dark and lawless and sad. There.” You lean forward, eyes still narrowed. “You’re such a bad liar.” Considering she heats up and fumbles her words a lot when you’ve noticed her to be rather charismatic and charming around others?

Yup, she’s lying.

“Dark?” She totally ignores your accusation, and you huff. “Lawless? And…sad?”

It makes me sad sometimes whenever I gotta pop up there.

Not that you voice this outloud, of course.

You lean back, relaxed now and not suspicious (as much). “You don’t want to go there, Melody.” You don’t know what compels you to continue speaking, but you do. “I’m sure it’s very important, but it’s not worth it. And it’s also a bitch to even get in.”

She tilts her head at you, almost mirroring your suspicious glare from before. “You talk like you’ve had experience.” Your name is said after that, smoothly and calmly.

You don’t like how that makes you feel.

“Maybe I do, maybe I don’t.” You shrug, glancing away. “I know what I know, that’s that.”

A moment of silence passes between you two, and you sigh heavily from how easily you can just smell Melody’s disappointment. It’s so familiar of a stench from years of experiencing it towards you.

And, jeez, is she pouting?

You roll your eyes so hard they’re in the back of your head, until you sigh heavily.

“Knowing you, you’re going to try to get in there anyway for whatever shit you’re doing.” You sip some more of your matcha before continuing. “Fine. I’ll help you get in.” W H Y?

Shh, you silence your own brain.

Oh my god are you doing this willingly?

Shut up.

I am literally your brain.

You try not to roll your eyes as Melody stares at you in disbelief, after almost choking on her own drink.

“What? Really?” Augh, gods, she sounds so hopeful.

There’s no going back now.

Actually, yes, there is.

Nope, can’t.

Why? Because it’d break your heart if she was sad?

Nope, nope, you’re not falling for that shit. Shut up, brain.

“Might as well,” you say, trying your best to sound like you’ve been forced to do this because you don’t want to help her, at all, you just can’t stand stupid people except maybe yourself (barely).

“Thank you so much,” she says your name happily, genuinely. You hate that it’s making your heart crumple up like tinfoil and it doesn’t hurt. “How about we head back to my place and I can show you what I’ve found and know?”

Her place?

You haven’t been hanging out with Melody for that long, so you’ve never really been to her place. Just because you both live in the same apartment complex doesn’t mean you go take any trips down there. Certainly no sleepovers. (Imagine having sleepovers…not you.)

“Okay,” you say regardless, because if you think too much you might just terminate your entire mind. “Lead the way then.”

Melody gives you a smile that dares to shine light somewhere in that cold, dark flesh vessel of yours. Feeling like somewhere—among your many, many thorns—that maybe a flower will bloom, despite the struggle.

Then she gets up and gestures for you to follow and walk beside her, keeping a respectable distance as always for…reasons.

You are ordinary.

Fuck. Are you?

[kevinsdsy]

THE TROJANS SOCIAL MEDIA AU HEADCANONS pt. 1

laila dermott

laila dermott is muslim!! i've had this headcanon since i read the king's men for the first time in 2019 hehe and now is my time to push it.

nabil & laila are besties. they're both muslim and both in same-sex relationships which leads to them having an understanding of each other like no one else on the team could have with them.

ntm laila fr was his standing pillar when he was figuring out his sexuality

nabil mahmoud

nabil is gay!! which is something he really had to deal with and accept due to him being muslim too (bc what am i without the religious trauma due to sexuality lore)

nabil and tony are dating each other in the socmed au!! even without the au i would like to believe and headcanon there's something happening there :))

i've written a bit more about them in another headcanon post tho.

antonio "tony" jones

tony is what like a year or two older than the rest? he's an assistant and i'm not sure how old they're supposed to be in the book tbh so i would like to think it's possible or he's an intern (i love him being an intern either way tho so i'm very much leaning into that one)

jeremy knox

JEREMY KNOX USED TO PLAY FOOTBALL (soccer), but due to him playing so aggressively and due to him always being guilty of too many fouls he switched to exy :))

cody winter

cody doesn't know what sleep is and they don't care to find out. they're living on like 2 to 4 hours a sleep a night and surprisingly enough it works for them too.

cody is also SUPER competitive which is why they have managed to be part of the captain gc. their competiteviness has led to them pushing the backliners as much as cody can and the backliners actually listen to them too.

shawn anderson

oh shawn. shawn shawn shawn.

you were supposed to be no one. a random guy on the team.

you exist to me now. i feel like i could make a whole post about just him atp.

shawn was supposed to be comedic relief for the posts i felt were too out of character for the rest of the team LMAOO, but now he actually has a personality (to me)

shawn works a part time shop at a café. even though he's surrounded by coffee at all times and drinks so much of it he's the sleepiest guy to ever exist.

like that man gets about 8 hours a sleep every day and still takes nap, but still ends up with bags under his eyes.

he's always tired for some reason and everyone is so used to it atp. like he will ALWAYS sleep on the bus/airplane, no matter how long the drive/flight is.

but when he's finally awake he's so hyper. he says the silliest things. repeats the same phrases over and over again and has about zero filter.

most of the time the zero filter has to do with the fact he speaks before he thinks. it even catches himself off guard sometimes.

i feel like this is too long and we haven't even gotten into jean and shawn dynamic so i'm just gonna cut it off here and they’ll get another part i think

derrick allen

bro we don't even know who derrick is, but apparently he's someone to me now too.

this man has crazy attachment issues, but is also the biggest simp for shawn too.

he likes going around kissing shawn and making out with shawn, but whenever shawn mentions something serious derrick acts like it's just a joke. which i guess is easy to do, because shawn is always treating everything as a joke anyways. except he's really not trying to when it comes to derrick.

jean falls victim to shawn ranting and crying about derrick. so jean respectfully ignores derrick til he gets his shit together.

and i just realised i have SO MUCH to say about derrick and shawn too so let me cut myself off.

derek thompson

same as shawn and derrick. derek is supposed to be a no one, but here i am and suddenly derek is being perceived by me too

SOOO derek was supposed to be like the third party with derrick and shawn. it was supposed to be the three of them flirting and making out and being little shits but then y'all were asking about derrick & shawn and i decided yk what let's do it. then later the short oneshot was written by oomf and derek got mentioned as the one shawn is in love with and i was like oh... i fucked up the dynamic. but in another universe it would've been the three of them ig

ANYWAYYSS derek takes medication. i haven't really decided on what kind of medications, but while thinking about him i always imagined either depression or adhd or both idk

and i have so many more headcanons for the au, but this is too long so i´ll post part 2 another time :))

[another-lost-mc]

Gonna be completely honest tho. Like yes they are hot in the vampire au but I would be terrified. Like I hate needles and all of that and idk I just feel like I'd be too freaked out for it to be enjoyable? Does that make sense??

A/N: Honestly, same here, anon. lol I think my own MC would find the whole situation exhausting mentally if not physically. There's a lot of valid reasons why any MC might not want to get caught up in this whole mess.

In a lighthearted vampire AU, the characters might feel that vampirism is more of a nuisance than anything else. Ultimately, I think they'd still try to prioritize MC's wishes and comfort over their own needs. It would motivate them to find an alternative solution for blood/feeding (especially if it were a long-term/permanent condition).

This Sucks! | Why They Don't Want to be Vampires Vampire!DEMON BROTHERS x gn!Reader, 0.5k words, SFW Content warnings: references to canon-typical vampire behaviours including biting/blood-drinking. More from the vampire!au

─── LUCIFER

Lucifer doesn’t like depending on anyone for anything. This would be an extra burden for you personally, and the last thing he wants is for life at his side with them to be even more challenging. His brothers would be unbearable if he tried to claim your blood for himself, and he knows in his heart he doesn’t want to share you. (A trivial concern is that his fondness for Demonus, even a blood-infused version of it, might be ruined by vampirism—it’s one of the few luxuries he allows himself to indulge in.)

─── MAMMON

Mammon's too greedy to share you. If you don’t want to donate your blood, that’s even better—that way no one gets to feed from you! He’s also going to be busy figuring out how he can capitalize on blood alternatives if the condition isn’t temporary.

─── LEVIATHAN

Levi's disappointed because vampires in anime are so hot cool, but he’s intimidated by the physical intimacy of it. Oh, and he hates the thought of others wanting to feed from you too. (What if you compare them and you prefer feeding the others more than him?!)

─── SATAN

Human pop culture is so inconsistent with their monster lore. Satan understands that the reality of feeding a vampire (or in this case, seven of them) is daunting and less appealing than the fictional version you've read about or seen in movies. Besides, he has enough anger management issues to deal with—bloodlust would be an extra hassle. He's one of the first to volunteer to find a better a solution for feeding if the vampirism is permanent.

─── ASMODEUS

Asmo doesn’t want to drink anyone’s blood. Wouldn’t it make his breath smell? What if it gets all over his clothes? If he drinks from you in his bed, the stains might ruin his expensive Devilmoth silk sheets! He might seem superficial about it, but his biggest complaint is the possibility that feeding might scar you or hurt you in some way. Leaving his mark on you sounds appealing, but not like that—especially if you're already hesitant about the idea. (He's secretly worried one of the others might try to talk you into something you don't want to do, and he wants to make sure his own judgement isn't clouded so he can help protect you.)

─── BEELZEBUB

Beel has so many issues with hunger and self-control that the thought of being hungry for your blood upsets him a lot. He’s so scared of hurting you, and when he’s out of control with hunger it's difficult to stop him. What if the others can’t subdue him in time? What if—? No, he doesn’t even want to think about it.

─── BELPHEGOR

Belphie assumes that drinking blood would act like a stimulant, so the last thing he wants is to feed from you. Why would he do something that makes him more energized and makes you tired in the process? (He’s not sure he can convince you to only feed him, and the idea of having to share you with the others—except for maybe Beel—is intolerable.)

[faejilly]

Because I can't for the love of me choose *what* wip title to ask some more information on I'm going to give you the chance to choose one you want to talk about!💜

darling

lovely

the whole reason I do the memes is that I don't know what to focus on next 😅😅😅

ok uh

since I've been staring at my ao3 inbox and trying to actually reply to the backlog this week... I have been staring at your comment on the parabatai fic thing so

Jace!

untranslated stars is a fic where I wanted to address some of my headcanon re: how runes and magical bonds work, and the singular nature of Angelic devotion (you get one shot to define your own magic, which is where that 'only love once' line came from, even tho nephilim are human enough to fall in love just like anyone else) and what Magnus might have meant by that 'virgin shadowhunter energy' line which he claimed was a joke later but clearly meant something to Jace because he never actually said it when he talked to Alec and like what does it all mean

And the idea was that some time post-canon Magnus needs a boost for something or other magic wise and Alec's not there (or perhaps Alec's the one who needs help? I have re-written this five different ways and not yet figured it out) so he asks Jace who is completely horrified like I'm married, I can't do that with anyone except Clary, wtf are you talking about

and then Jace slowly becomes even more horrified as he realizes Magnus doesn't know that Shadowhunters can only share magic once, that this defining characteristic of how they understand themselves and their relationship with magic and angelic devotion, and who or what you choose to devote yourself to literally shapes your magic and is the only thing you can devote yourself to for the rest of your life is something Alec never told him

but then it just keeps turning into a Down World For Dummies chapter where I talk about how I think magic works and there's no actual story

But my talking about how magic works is still like, Jace or Magnus or Alec POV, which doesn't fit in the silly in-universe book either

so it's just sitting in my WIP folder

forever and ever

/I have also considered trying to cram the magic lore idea into either the wing!fic or the eldritch AU, but again. it's more a worldbuilding thing than a story thing, I still haven't figured out what to DO with it

[mangocurist]

hello oz mangocurist i have no idea what's happening on the realm can i ask what is the canon situation with zam's gender and relationships rn 🙏🙏

hi hello nitpick7!!!! yes of course you can ill do my best to sum stuff up ^_^

Okay. so. starting w gender stuff. zams gender is princezam tho afaik i believe cczam has referred to trzam with she/her multiple times and also said 'if pangi was straight hed be with me' so. take that as you will. now for relationships this will go under the cut LMAO cause its like gonna get long. most of these will b people from the sleepover but ill try and sum up as much as i can rmb!!!!

-> pilizam . oh my pilizam <3 okay so basically theyre 'teammates' in the lifesteal sense (theyre marriedI MEAN WHOSAID THAT) and they just had a boundaries discussion and they are STILL GOING STRONV I OVERREACTED THEYRE STILL TOGETHER HEALTHIEST COUPLE ON THIS SERVER EVERYBODY 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥💪💪💪💪 . zam respects pili/aces need to start chaos but she wants to try and choose a peaceful life which is vv similar to the devotions dynamic we had on s6 ^_^ also theyre coparenting peanut. neither of them will admit it but theyre coparenting him.

-> roszam is going pretty well rn!! ros very clearly adores zam and defends her esp when people are being rude and mean to her and zam does the same thing w ros (well, she moreso lifts ros up instead of threatening those against her which is rly fun because its like the demi goddess here isnt the one at someone elses throat LMAO) . they both have vv similar characters nd personalities nd theyre kinda enabling each other tho so who knows if thatll end w them clashing bc historically.... well we know what happened w aimros i think 😭😭😭. they r vv good at gettiing each other out of their bad headspaces tho which inthink is super sweet ^_^

-> empire duo is. rocky situation i think bc pangi trusts her a Lot a lot but zam is sad about it because hes lost the memories of how she is on tr, and shes also unsure of whether or not she can take on the duty of being the person that pangi trusts the most on tr because before pangi used to trust the other realm members much more than her, but now shes his one rock . also vv awkward because while she sees ls as her home still she dislikes her past while their past is the only thing pangi has to hold on to now

-> lukey. uh. she sees him as a hamster (i think in and out of character) she wants to take care of LMFAOOOOO idk what else to add here hahaha. she hated him before bec of his relationship w pangi but she likes him a lot better now! and shes told him shed like to keep him safe so. (also she was upset when she saw his death msg even tho it wss a prank LMAO) sooooooo maybe if we play our cards right we get zamkey... (<- no one else wants this but me)

-> aimsey! she doesnt interact much w him in lore so i cant say what exactly their relationship is but theyre def friends ooc at least and that totally bleeds into whatever rp they do ^_^

-> watermunch. Uhh. erm. well she likes water, she doesnt get why trwater hates her (i think its the trwater sees her as a Big bad Evil Knight out to get her or something . sorry if i sound salty i dislike trwater a Lot. You can be a hater just not toward my princess :/) and shes trying her best to get thru to water ^_^ unstoppable force vs immovable object ong

-> zam nd bad .... idk if she even sees him as her evil stepmother anymore if im being Tbh. shes gotten a lot more sympathetic to him after seeing his alcohol problem and shes overall much softer w him ^_^ it could also be a nirvana thing since she did say she feels like nirvana changed her

-> foolish has been absent for a week but she v clearly still looks up to him, as well as sneeg who she compares herself to a lot which makes sense bc theyre both her mentor/father figures ^_^ she has a very cute little princess daughter w gay dads relationship w phil and sneeg and theyre so fun together i miss them sm

-> clown, ash and derap (all the other lstealers besides pangi basically)- she cares for them a lot and brings them up often, and shes currently grindjng gear sets for ash! whenever one of them logs in 9/10 times they all talk to her when they see her online / will even log on for her (see: clown a few days ago) but its mostly all ooc, in lore ash is a little sus of her faction and thus her by association, clown knighted her and is otherwise absentee and derap is grinding by himself LMFAO. and kyleeff is. kyleeff. no in character interactions but ooc theyre v friendly ^_^

overall zams very kind to literally everyone because shes kinda going for the path of peace and pacifism but i cant say how anyone else feels about her because for some reason people on this fucking server just HATE joyand whimsy

[pumpkinsy0]

I was reading your hcs on the Curtis family's extended fam and was wondering if you could do hcs for some of them trying to reach out to Pony (for whatever reason) and darry flipping tf out because he knows alllllll thr family lore and drama and is pissrd they're trying to reach out NOW when it was radio silence when their parents died

ok for context, so we r all on the same page for those who didnt read those post from a while ago, i think mrs curtis was a soc and mr curtis was a greaser, he got her pregnant, they tried hiding it for a while, slipped up, they both were shunned, they ran away, and boom never talked to extended family again👍🏽👍🏽👍🏽

AND FOR CLARIFICATION!!!! neither of the families have talked to each other ever, so while ponys talking to em both, they have 0 clue the other also reached out

•NOW!!!!! who was it who started the communication??? ill say it was mr curtis’ side of the family. those guys r way more family oriented and some of them DO regret what they did those years ago so they would b the ones to reach out

•on the soc side of their fam, i rlly only see their grandpa reaching out without telling any one else (mrs curtis was a huge daddys girl). he still doesnt rlly support what ole girl did but he would like to hear back from her

•ponys the one who usually gets the mail bc he comes earlier than the other 2 and the gang just tends to forget they even HAVE a mailbox somehow. he got both letters but they were both sent like a few weeks apart, pony got one, didnt know how to respond waited a while to figure out wtf to do and if it was even real, then got the another one

•thing he was scared most about was how in the WORLD they got their address, but he has theirs too. if u want maybe he has someone he trust (not darry and soda🙄🙄 ) to go see the greaser part of his familys house, not to meet em, only to see if its real. its just outside tulsa and yknow whhaatttt, the house is there lookin all run down and the older guys out on that front yard r look ooddllyyy fammilliiaaarrr hmmmmmm

•he wont even TRY going to the soc place, but yknow what, truly nothing bad will happen if he did respond to em. they already know his mom and (kind of) dads full name, where they lived, personal info, if they wanted to ruin them they wouldve already, so just reply, to both of em🗣️🗣️

•it went back and forth for a little while, nothing too crazy just had to break the news that who they were trying to contact died a while ago, no big deal, but at least they know their grandsonnn/nephewwww thats a good thingggg. PONYS (somewhat) NOT THAT STUPID THO!! hes not giving out their info willy nilly, he only went by a fake name just in case and they mayyyy or mayyy not think theyre talking to an only child. they both wanna meet pony but hes made it very clear that hes not ready (which isnt a LIE but he just mainly doesnt want to risk them being seen together and get caught)

•annyyy who, between making sure the two families arent aware of the other reaching out, making sure he doesnt slip up and ponys own personal problems, no duh he gets stressed and fumbles by leaving the letters out, which darry finds and like u said is pissed. he didnt want to tell soda and pony about their extended family, even if he did, HE wanted to b the one to do it to lay it easy on em. that anger is also towards pony i cannot lie, what hes doing is very dangerous

•soda on the other hand, curious more than anything, asking questions left and right “what r they like”, “do we have any pictures of em hidden”, “what if theyre secretly using us for something they want”, that whole shebang

•when mrs curtis left her family, she was pregnant w darry so talking to the ppl that abandoned his parents in a way “bc of him”??? cant say he has a huge want to see those guys or keep them in communication. their oarents always said they dont want to talk to em, but if their kids ever want to they can cause at the end of the day hey, they cant control what they do all they ask is for them to not get them in that loop and darry wants to respect that

•this is one of the things where they do not tell the gang, really only bc they dont know how to handle this, at all and dont want this blown out of proportion. eventually theyll tell the gang but not anytime soon for their own sanity

[dragonblobz]

The Desert Pt3

More sunstreaker. I just love him okay gbgbg. Combining several different incarnations of lore for this fic. Just want the gumpumpst to be happy so don't expect a lot of angst.

It’s like a fairy tale. A futuristic dystopian fairy tale. Everything moving so fast but my brain is all jelly and so all these fast things look so slow.

I’m on the hot pavement in the middle of the Las Vegas strip. Lights so bright that it’s like daylight even tho it’s night. I can see the black night sky even as I’m squinting.

Hot blood dripping from my nose. Fingernails scrabbling on the pavement below and behind me as my feet kick out in desperate jerks. Trying to push me along. Just watching what’s happening up there in the bright cosmetic lighting above me.

A plane. A fucking jet plane. I feel gurgling warmth in my throat. Bile. Blood from my nose. I’m clambering like a rat.

Just watching in amazement and terror. Watching that jet plane just above me warping and crunching in on itself. Becoming something else…

It’s not real. It can’t be. The pavement below it’s feet….. yes FEET….. crumbling into dust as it lands into a sliding crouch. An unknown being unfolds itself before me, carelessly smacking a few cars away from itself. It had been a plane… it’s not a plane anymore….

Screams erupt behind me. People. So…. It must be real then. I’m not laying on the pavement in the middle of the Las Vegas strip simply suffering from some sort of fever dream even tho I’m praying that’s what this is. THEY can see it too.

It looks like a big metal human. Leaning forward as it slides to a stop to crush it’s fists into the pavement. Roaring and clicking. Talking? If it’s talking it’s not talking in any language I’ve ever heard.

And I finally scream too. Hot blood all pungent in my mouth.

…………………….

Skywarp lands on the baking pavement of the strip. Sunstreaker recognizes the dark purple of his metal shell.

“I’ve found you, you useless scrap!”

He’s barking in cybertronian. And that stupid human is just wriggling instead of running. He can see the blind panic on it’s face. Can see it writhing and kicking its feet and clawing at the human made rock beneath it, behind it’s back. And it’s screaming. So unlike the boldness it had shown before.

There’s something coming out of it’s face. Blood, he thinks it’s called. Had he hurt it when he’d ejected it from him?

Sunstreaker had figured the thing would run when he’d ejected it and sped off towards the seeker. Nothing more to tattle on than a strange talking car driving it to its destination. He hadn’t expected it to just squirm and wriggle around on the pavement. Just trembling in terror at the decepticon preparing to crush it.

He hadn’t expected Skywarp to ignore them in favor of targeting the human, either. He SHOULD have. But he’d figured the seeker would follow Sideswipe and himself.

“Ah…. So you’ve got a little pet…”

Skywarp sneers and turns his face to peer down at the little wriggling screaming human below him.

“Little insect just ready to be crushed. You can watch, autobot. While I squish this bug you were carrying.”

The decepticon lifts his hand, curling it into a fist. Grinning maniacally down at that stupid idiot human that can’t seem to have the good sense to simply RUN.

He ought to LET it happen. Then it won’t be his problem anymore. He and Sideswipe can just speed off and Prime won’t be able to be upset about them blowing cover. It’ll be the decepticon’s fault.

It looks so pathetic. Raising it’s tiny fleshy servos as if it could fend off that massive metal fist being raised above it. All that blood.

He can’t let it happen. That dumb human didn’t ask to be here. Didn’t ask to be a part of this war. Didn’t ask to have it’s little face harmed.

He WON’T let it happen. The tires of his alt mode scream on the pavement as he moves to intercept. He can sense Swideswipe moving in tandem behind him.

…………………….

Awful hisses and clicks. The plane robot thing is talking somehow. I can’t understand it. Don’t want to. Feet just jerking out and trying to push me away even as I scream.

It turns it’s face. I watch the red lighting of it’s eyes graze over me. Me. It’s looking at ME. Speaking in that grating awful language I can’t understand.

But it’s intent is clear. It raises one of it’s massive fists above me. It’s going to crush me….

“NO NONO FACK YOU NONO!!!”

I’m still just barely moving. Feet kicking so desperately that my heels are just sliding on the pavement. Hands clabbering too.

I refuse to die. I’m NOT going to die. Just gotta get my panicking body to actually MOVE…..

That big metal fist above me. So slow. And the terrible maniacal expression on the monster’s face… it’s SAVORING my fear…..

I cry and raise my hands, palms up. Like I could somehow just surrender and everything will be okay.

I hear the squealing of tires. Almost don’t even care about the car drifting around me. Just focused on that big awful horrible face sneering down at me. That big fist coming down at me. Screaming until the blood from my nose running down my throat causes me to choke.

Spluttering and coughing. I’m not dead? How?

Jerking my face to watch…..

Christine….. the Lamborghini…. My ghost car…..

It drifts around me like a high budget video game. The city lights gleaming on it’s yellow paint. I can hear screaming that’s not my own too. The other people shoving each other and running probably. I don’t bother to look.

I hear another deafening noise on the other side of me. Rotate my head to stare behind me stupidly. As another Lamborghini, this one cherry red, drifts around the other side of my body.

My chin flops back to my chest. I’m an automaton. Just watching in dumb silence. No more screaming.

Everything is happening so SLOWLY in my panic ridden brain. I just watch helplessly.

My ghost car…. I’m suddenly even more afraid somehow. I’m pretty sure it’s trying to help me. Protect me. But what can one little Lamborghini do against this giant horrible metal monster?

The red Lamborghini continues to drift. Right into the crouching side of this awful giant. It’s face curls from that terrifying maniacal grin, into an expression of rage. That giant fist pulling away from its seemingly inexorable journey towards ME.

And the yellow Lamborghini, MY ghost car, hits it from the other side. The giant falls over onto its side. Awful clicking whirring noises. That weird language. I can tell it’s cursing.

I should run. I NEED to run. My feet scrabble again.

One of its massive fists crushes into the pavement mere feet from me. It’s trying to right itself. I cough another startled scream.

But I can see it lean. Watch it extend a leg, everything still feeling so slow and unreal, and kick that red Lamborghini. The car twirls in the air as it sails into a building.

People begin to pour out of this broken building. From the front door. Screaming. Seeing this monster. Screaming more. Fleeing.

The world rights itself. Time catching up. Adrenaline making everything FAST now.

That red car had been trying to HELP me. By fuck if I’m going to just sit here while this thing kills it. Again? Can ghost cars die more than once??

My eyes flail around me. Looking for anything……

THERE. My shoulder bag, flopped on the hot pavement. With that big fuckn half filled Fiji water bottle.

I’m such a fool. What in the actual fuck is a sack full of water bottles and metformin gonna do to this fuckn thing??

I hoist the pack over my head and scream, this time in defiant rage.

“FACK YOUR STUPID ROBOT MOM!”

I proceed to beat this massive fist beside me with my shoulder pack. Like an idiot.

The monster tilts it’s face at me. An annoyed anger so clear on those features. It raises that fist I’m beating on, out of my reach.

“DIE.”

Oh I understand THIS word. It’s gonna squish me. And this time there is none of that paralyzing fear.

“SUCK IT!” The hand not holding my pack curls into a middle finger and I rage scream at my own death hurtling down at me.

“SWIDESWIPE!”

Even screaming…. That’s still the voice of MY ghost car. The giant above me hesitates and turns it’s head. I do too. Violent screaming forgotten.

The shocking yellow Lamborghini serves and twists. And speeds at its full rpm towards this big asshole.

I scream again as it comes. This time, a valkyrie war cry. Get em!

The car drives up and off building debris. Becoming airborne.

And it’s now that time slows again. I can’t fucking believe what I’m seeing…. If any of this is real in the first place.

The Lambo. My ghost car. My Christine…..

It does just as that jet had done. Transforming mid air. One moment a fancy sports car, the next it’s unfolding into….. another fucking robot???

It collides with the monster robot at probably 80 miles an hour. The noise is deafening and I squeak and crouch instinctively. Hands flying to my ears. Shoulder bag falling to the pavement.

It's fighting like a monster. And the awful purple robot is much bigger. But it’s like it doesn’t even care. Grasping it’s face and punching like a berserker.

I both feel and hear massive movement behind me. Massive enough to make me actually turn away from what I’m seeing.

ANOTHER fucking giant robot. This one shiny and red. My brain struggles, connecting dots. Red Lambo…. Red robot….

The red robot’s face coils in determination. It crouches and curls it’s fists across it’s chest. I watch large blades burst forth from the tops of it’s wrists.

And it charges. I know a battle cry when I hear it.

The monster throws the yellow robot. I gasp and drop my arms to hold myself. Monsters. They’re all monsters. But that yellow one….. that’s MY ghost car….. they’re trying to PROTECT me. I’m not so diffused with terror that I can’t recognize that.

The red guy hits the big robot just as he’s leveling what seriously appears to be a gun, on its arm, at MY yellow guy.

It’s a real battle. Red robot slashing. Big robot trying to swat it away. And finally succeeding. I watch the red guy fly away again.

And we are alone in a way. The giant’s fiery red eyes flail about erratically before landing on me again.

“Oh fuck…” It’s a quiet frightened whisper from me.

It doesn’t grin this time. It’s almost a sneer as it raises it’s fist once more. And I find myself, and sneer right back.

You can squish me you asshole.... but I’m NOT afraid of you….

Suddenly, I can’t see the big monster anymore. There’s a yellow body in front of me.

It’s him. The yellow guy. Body heaving. Large venting noises. He’s not a giant but he’s still HUGE and SO close. Not facing me. I realize…. That he’s put himself between me and that big awful robot.

He screams too, just as defiant as my scream had been. A big roar so thrumming and so close. And I notice that there’s a big gun in his right hand. I lose sight of it as he raises it. And fires.

All is light. An explosion. The yellow body of my big ghost car robot guy blocks most of the wind and debris from hitting me. But I still shriek and fall to my knees with my arms over my head. It’s instinctive.

The light dies away. I can still hear distant screams of people. Burning roaring fire.

“Are you okay? You were so brave!”

I jerk my face up. Looking up at the face of that big red robot. It’s smiling down at me like it’s my bestie.

“You wanted to just…”

Another deep vibrating vent noise coming from it as it jabs both of its fists forward like it’s fighting an imaginary foe.

“Kick his ass!”

Okay. Okay I like this guy. I just pant up at him tho. Shaking.

“We have to go.”

My eyes shift over. To see him….. him….. my ghost car. Big yellow robot. Scowling down at me like I’m a piece of dog crap on the ground.

“Oh alright.” The red guy huffs, another big venting noise. I like him a whole lot.

I watch, dumbfounded, as red guy curls and contorts himself, to become a shiny red Lamborghini again. Engine roaring to life.

I turn to look at…. Man THIS guy doesn’t like me at ALL.

The huge yellow robot continues to scowl down at me. He looks so ANGRY. And thoughtful. An eternity curled into a moment.

He huffs finally. Crouches. Leans forward. I can only gasp as a yellow Lamborghini blooms into life before me.

It’s passenger door hisses open gracefully. Quiet and fancy. The empty interior yawns at me.

“Get in, human.”

I hesitate. And a large noise behind me makes me turn.

It’s the monster. Its leaking purple fluids and grunting, but it’s still alive. It snarls and opens a single red eye to glare at me. At ME.

“Oh…. Fuck….”

“Get in, for Primus’ sake.” My ghost car huffs loudly.

“Or stay. I think Skywarp has a thing or two to say to you.”

Skywarp? Is that what that big fucker is called?

“Be nice, Sunstreaker! I like this human!”

This voice comes from the red Lambo. I DEFINITELY like THAT ghost car. Ghost car? Robot?

“In…” It’s an angry dark growl. Coming from that yellow Lamborghini. MY Lamborghini. I mean it isn’t MINE but……

I don’t hesitate again. Bending down to pick up my shoulder pack. Just feel oddly nervous and shy as I choose, once again, to sink down into that nice plush leather interior. Simply sit quietly while the door hisses closed, closing me inside again. Not inside a ghost car. This thing is something else…..

Just that quiet soothing engine purr as the decimated Vegas strip recedes behind us.

“Strap in.” It’s a dark growl coming from all around me.

I don’t understand, at first.

“I won’t hurt you again. Now, strap in.”

I look around me curiously. And see a seat belt. There had not been one before.

I don’t argue again. Just do as I’m told. Strapping myself into the fancy racing style seat harness that just exists now I guess.

Quiet pleasant engine purring under my butt. Does it…. He?..... does he think I’m just gonna sit here? Hardly.

“Sunstreaker……” I’m just musing.

“That’s your name isn’t it? That’s what the red guy had said.”

“His name is Sideswipe.” This answer is downright hateful. Like my Christine…. My Sunstreaker…. Wants that red guy addressed appropriately.

Maybe I should feel hurt. Irritated. Upset at this car talking to me this way.

I don’t. I just suddenly feel so soft and grateful.

“Okay. Sideswipe.”

I turn my body as best as I can in this harness. See the headlights of the other car. And smile.

“Thank you, Sideswipe.” It’s just a quiet little sound.

Those headlights flash. Off. On. Off. On again. Like that car heard me. I smile like an idiot. Turn to just sink into this nice soft leather seat.

“And thank you…. Sunstreaker….. you….. saved my….. life…..”

At first I figure this car isn’t gonna answer me. Several moments of that quiet pleasant engine purring below me. Long enough for my eyes to feel droopy. Nose hurts. I’m aware of the dried blood on my face. But I’m just….. I’m TIRED.

“You’re welcome.” It’s a stunted gruff answer. I’m not even sure if it’s not just in my head. So sleepy.

“Get some rest.”

Sounds so angry. But why would an angry person tell me to rest…..

My consciousness fades away into dreams. Panic ridden body finally relaxing.

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

Okay okay okay but Emily in Hell, does that mean new Pokemon partner/buddy since Absol is kind of the custody Chaggie-with-Emily-on-the-side child? My Pokemon lore is admittedly rusty but imagine Emily finding a new Pokemon partner in Hell, maybe a skittish Ponyta or something similar!

i love to cause Lute comedic HArm, and to imagine Emily smiling happily while ppl back away in fear.... so for her own personal pokemon im picturing...

Mankey

Soon to become an enraged Primeape the moment it spots the real Lute in real life (and starts chasing her), after Emily spent so much time calmly explaining the Lute situation to it while helpfully showing pictures of Lute on her phone ^w^

Emily: (lovingly hugging her new pokemon buddy) "And this is Lute the first time she attacked and ripped off the wings of my wife-in-law Vaggie...."

Emily: (swipes next pic) "....annnnd this is her trying to gouge out Vaggie's OTHER eye...

Emily: (swips again) "Here's Lute covered in blood after cutting off some of my wings..."

Mankey: "rrrrrRRRRRRRRRGHEEEE-"

-

Lute: "GET YOUR DAMNED POKEMON OFF ME YOU FILTH!"

Emily: "Aww, be not afraid~ Primeape doesn't hurt people~"

Lute: "YES IT- OW OW- DOES!!!"

Makeys get brought to the Pride ring for their fighting skills pretty often, but Emily's actually came of it's own free will from the other parts of hell

Chaggily's Absol stepped on it in the rush to jump through an open gate and into Pride right before Extermination day, once, and the Mankey has been chasing it down ever since. It was a background game of cat and mouse for the years until Emily arrived. Charlie had no idea what was going on. Vaggie knew but respected Absol's right to fight this battle on their own (they shared a solemn nod over it, while the Mankey banged on a hotel window from the outside and SCREECHED)

Emily spots it trying to break in one day while recovering (since it is obsessed with the Absol and the Absol won't leave Emily's side right now), and she lets it in, and hugs it before it can start beating up on the Absol, and while hugging it Emily starts talking to try calming it, which turns into Emily talking about the hell situation, which turns into Emily VENTING to the Mankey while squeeeeeeeezing it tighter and tighter like a full body stress ball- she only realizes the Mankey is out cold unconscious from strangling when the Absol puts a paw on her arm.

One very frantic Emily later the Mankey is revived. Is it angry at her now??

No. It thinks that was super impressive and very cool and it vibes with her pent up rage SO hard. It will even forgive the Absol, if that's what it takes for it to stay with Emily.

The two becoming physically inseparable. If the Mankey isn't sparring with Vaggie and the Pidove or posing dynamically for Charlie's adoring scribbles while holdings still through the Houndoom's equally adoring slobber kisses, then it's clinging to Emily like a living backpack of love-fueled potential violence just waiting to Explode

Sometimes the old scarred Absol steps on it deliberately, just for fun, and the Mankey (later Primeape) will chase it's old foe turned enemy around the hotel (usually causing havoc) for old time's sake while Emily smiles and hopes everyone else can figure out how to get along so well too someday~

(Emily will still sic her Primeape on Lute every chance she gets tho)

:)

[elsa-rain-world-stuff]

I am don't understand anything about watcher lore or story, do you understand anything about it

SAME i'm so lost, they recreated the experience of playing RW for the first time perfectly, 10/10 experience, would get lost again

i wrote whole ass essay, but my internet did a thing and it is now lost forever. damn.

And i meanwhile have gotten the first ending already (there's apparently fore than one), it made me feel things for sure

I loved this new campaign, so many new creatures, so many beautiful regions, the ability is absolutely crazy dude, especially when you hit karma 5 and further, and on karma 10 it's... somethung else

I can talk about all new things for hours man, they added so much, i've probably haven't seen everything yet.

Spoilers below i guess? HEAVY spoilers, ending area spoilers

the only things that i would kinda fix is that you can't tell where ae the rifts between regions, when you look at the map, you have to just memorize or run i circles trying to find that one room you need

Same thing about the echo, would be cool to have some signs that there's an echo in this region. there's a mod that adds an echo ping similar to what saint has, but it's too straight forward i think. If we had something more subtle, but yet noticeable when you know what to look for... would be nice.

also i miss finding colored pearls and arena unlocks. it't kinda disappointing when you find a dead end with just a karmaflower in it. well, at least scavs take those almost as good as pearls. But even worse when you run throug 100500 rooms with hard parcorus or/and enemies to check that one pipe you missed and it turns out to be a dead end. This kinda sucks yeah.

But overall i really enjoyed just exploring all the new places, meeting new creatures, finding new sources of food, or new uses for old items (like spore puff hehe). Like, coral crabs were real pain in the ass, i HATED them with passion. And then i found out that you can in fact blow them up AND EAT. This was peak experience of table turning lol

Also, funny thing, like, there are frogs, right? and i didn't want to save with them so as soon as one laches on me i would idrown ymself to get rid of it, and i noticed that moments before you actually dead, the frog jumps off. So, i figured out timings how to do it and don't die. And then turned out that you can just sporepuff it. I wish you could eat them too tho... they're small enough, why can you eat rats, but not frogs huh

I wanna tame blizzard lizard so bad, they're so cool (HAHA COOL YOU GET IT)

Basilisks are also cool, i love th slow-motion effect when you are near them, makes it easier to jump over with some sick trick. They were in og aether ridge too, but i've seen it only once and haven't have much experience with it. They swim so fast damn

also, funny thing

Devs: make the final rooms that way so you couldn't go strainght to the ending from the last echo and explored the region little bit more

Me, with 4300 hours in this game:

what can i say, i see the secret tunnel i go into the secret tunnel, you can't keep me out of it

ok i think that's enough lol

[prettyboykatsuki]

king what happened in the dream

it was so sad and not very sexy. a lot happened in it??? i think some of it was influenced by me reading my draft last night

whatever the case may be like. the premise was that i was coming home from some conference and was at like. a secret base that looked like an elementary classroom

there was a door in said classroom that led to somewhere else. not necessarily another dimension but a door that could take you anywhere

anyway for some reason sylus was like. in the doorway i guess. and people were trying to figure some out related to him and people were just discussing him like chattering

the main premise of the dream was basically that the reason i kept getting incredibly sick around sylus was because whenever we touched he would basically like. sap the heat from me. it was so detailed in explanation and it was happening during his birthday.

i like . put my hand to his chest like where fhe yk. the stone in his in his dragon design (he was just Normal sylus tho) and i think he like. physically felt it and it was just so soul crushing like he looked completely devestated by the whole thing. like the realization dawning on him that there was something physically seperating us

it was so sad even thinking about it is making me sad i was like WHAT THE FUCK? also like. up until then while my dream was VAUGELY using my face i was just a replacement for mc but it felt like my dream self gained awareness and it was suddenly me forreal

anyways like. we were gonna go to his house i think for his birthday but he like physically left. like basically ran away and i had to chase him into an elevator

and he like had his hand over his chest it was insane and soul crushing like he just looked so wet dog kicked in the rain and my dream self was very tactlessly making connections about it. i don’t think it was to hurt his feelings but girl… the timing

anyways we go back to his apartment and this was the most insane part but his like partner was there. it was a woman and she kinda looked like a famous actress i think ? i don’t remember her name though

SO I WAS LIKE ? third wheeling i guess for his birthday and it was just so tense for some reason. so much happened after that?? like i felt like i was watching over them in a l way. dream self like cut fruit for sylus and tried to keep things lighthearted but it was just WEIRD

somehow we ended up watching a movie and it was during this movie my dream self learned in universe lore . about how i had like. someone else. or i loved someone else in essence i think. but i think that person like recently died and i still was not considering anything or anyone else.

i guess it got too weird cause i also learned sylus’ dream fake partner was just for show cause she LEFT DURING THE MOVIE??????

we finished the movie and i was like. here. we were at like a dining room table and it was just like 2 separate pieces of cake. this part was SO FUCKING VIVID IT WAS SO WEIRD. but it was two different pieces from the same like. bright green cake. it had round sprinkles and looked like cheesecake to me almost?

at one point sylus pushed them together and said “it’s almost like a whole cake” and it was very obviously a depressing ass metaphor for whatever the fuck was going Between dream self and it was an enormous mess

i think the dream basically ended like. after i sang happy birthday dream self felt too ??? sad about the whole affair and basically was like. i don’t want to unfairly compare you to him (vague ex) but i also don’t really want to see you suffer

and so he was like. well let’s just have sex. which he looked incredibly depressed about again the tone of the dream was so miserable. and my dream self was like are you sure? and he just said yeah

the sex in my dream was not very graphic. it was in a dark room and kind of intensely soul crushing 😭😭😭 AND THEN IT JUST ENDED THERE???????? AND I WOKE UP IN SHOCK?????????

[siravalondulac]

if you have any lore about cerelle or any of your ocs that you want to share i’d love to hear it !!!

omgomgomgomgomg

(here is a post with all my oc's for reference)

let's start with my babygirl cerelle baratheon. a piece of her lore i think i've never mentioned is that she wasn't actually born in king's landing, but rather in deep den (seat of house lydden). that is because, while cersei was pregnant, the court visited casterly rock for a wedding, but on the way back a snow storm forced them to seek refuge in the castle. and then, on the coldest winter night the westerlands had ever experienced, cersei went into labour. no matter how many fires were lit, no matter how well the room was shielded from the outside, the birthing chamber remained freezing cold. so when cerelle was born, weak and half-frozen, the maester said she would not survive the night. cersei almost went mad from it, and so when cerelle did survive, cersei became insanely protective over her, vowing to never let someone take her away.

someone very dear to my heart is benjiamin vypren. he appears in the second book of the series, and acts as the main opponent to cerelle. his mother, elyana vypren (she is a canon character btw), usurped her younger brother and father to take control of her castle and name herself the ruler of house vypren (that did not happen in canon tho), and raised benjiamin to be equally as ruthless as her. when the story starts, he has already inherited the seat. benjiamin is the prince john to cerelle's robin hood, as well as the kylo ren to her rey (this is how he gets his name btw. ben solo -> benjiamin).

henrix is benjiamin's general. he also has red hair. i think, knowing who benjiamin is based on, it should be pretty easy to figure out henrix' inspiration. he also may or may not be gay for benjiamin.

helena terrick MY BABY. she is the heir of house terrick, and even if she doesn't take her responsibilities completely serious, she will make a great job as lady. her mum is from yi-ti and helena adores and respects her mother's culture, even if she was born and raised in westeros. she frequently wears her mother's old dresses, speaks the language, and does everything she can not to let that part of her identity disappear. also, helena is a lesbian and INCREDIBLY gay for cerelle.

humfrey hightower is technically not an oc as he exists in canon. but we know nothing about him besides the fact he exists, so i'm counting him. humfrey is the youngest child of lord hightower by his last wife - whom i like to imagine is a florent for mystery reasons - but he doesn't feel intimidated by anything his elder siblings have acomplished. he spends his time riding in tourneys and flirting with everything in his direct vicinity, so he's doing pretty alright for himself. he also only has two fingers on his left hand! but he doesn't care and neither does anyone else, which i felt was needed for the otherwise ableist society he lives in.

lucion lannister... is interesting. he is cerelle's cousin (they share 1 great-great-grandfather) and was born just one day after her. he is very much based on the weeping monk from cursed, and is such a mysterious character that i don't even want to tell you anything yet. just know that he is deeply connected to the magic of westeros and currently trying to find cerelle.

florian penfenics is literally sleeping beauty. he was cursed 8000 years ago to sleep for all eterntiy because of some messy shit he was involved in that may or may not have had something to do with the long night. then cerelle woke him up and as a gift she is allowed to ask for one wish from him. anything she wants, he will fulfil it. she has not yet done so, but may soon...

then there are rania, zima, and harry. i don't have much lore on them yet, just know that rania will become cerelle's handmaiden, zima is a bracken bastard (and a feminist!) and harry is a twat.

[frootiest-loopdee-doo]

Working on a fun cool FOP New Wish au ask blog! Lots of horror and fun silly stuff. There are two sides to the plot, A & B.

A plot is Peri, Dev and somehow Dale is here.

B plot is Hazel, Cosmo and Wanda.

This AU/Ask blog is going to be hosted on a separate blog, and have a recommended 16+ rating for dark horror content, slight suggestive content (With adult characters and no NSFW/Explicit content tho I promise!), triggering content and I’ll add warnings when needed. Any posts with darker content will have a warning banner and cut so that no one on the character tags sees it by accident. To be honest, my target audience is other adult horror likers who grew up with kid’s show inspired horror like in the MLP, Steven universe, Invader Zim fandoms etc- but I made it 16+ bc i think 18+ would imply this is something that this definitely isn’t.

Think darker 2019-2020 Steven Universe ask blogs kinda when it comes to what kind of content to expect. I’m not gonna hold back too much!

You can ask either Hazel, Cosmo, Dev or Peri questions, and if it’s a question directed at someone else they can relay that question to that character.

For example, you can ask Dev a question meant for Dale and he’ll answer it, or you could ask Hazel a question for Wanda and she could ask Wanda for an answer. You can ask questions directly targeted at any character, but Hazel, Cosmo, Dev and Peri will deliver your questions basically.

Hazel, Cosmo and Wanda, the B plot, are answering questions while trying to understand the consequences of [EVENT] and figuring out how this effects their magic.

Hazel got caught up in the same mess that Dale and Dev did, but didn’t get snatched up by Peri as she’s

A:Not his godkid and

B: Cosmo and Wanda protected her and got her to safety- though a little bit late (not as late as Dev tho- sob).

However, Hazel’s proximity to the [REDACTED] hasn’t left her without unusual symptoms. She just didn’t [REDACTED] like Dev. She’s definitely more in control on her end of the plot, unlike Dev and Dale who are pretty much following whatever Peri does at the moment.

Dale is literally only here because he was injured and dying and Dev freaked out so Peri just grabbed him. Lucky Dale? Maybe not. Peri is a little evil here, not really a villain- but definitely darker Peri here!

Anyways, back on earth, Hazel, Cosmo & Wanda have to navigate the effects of what happened after the battle. I’m being vague bc this all gets revealed through the ask blog and I don’t want to spoil anything before a I drop the plot.

Now here’s a little request for help, I’m watching some FOP lore vids and watching seasons 1 & 2 of FOP completely to refresh my memory, but I don’t have time to re-watch the series. If you know any good sources for FOP lore, and maybe something with a list of all the most important episodes to watch please let me know. I want this to line up with previous lore as much as possible, so I’m not dropping the AU until I’m confident that it’s pretty consistent!!!

Any help is appreciated!!!!