#I'm never drawing a sword again holy fuck

[mechaknight-98]

Aftermath (NSFW) FT Sejeong

Authors note: had to do a bit of world building as I try to figure out what the world looks like now that I don't want to use Karina or Jiyho anymore due to the dating thing…it would be weird ya know.

"Hey, Danger can I ask you something," Seji asks me with a clear and concerned tone,

"Yeah, sure," I answer hesitantly. Sejeong smiles brightly.

"Why did you run away from me," She asks. I bite the inside of my cheek as I consider my response.

"I figured it would be better than dealing with any of the repercussions of my feelings. I have a limited time left to live and I didn't want to put anyone through the sorry of losing someone they care about. So I figured dipping before that would be a cleaner cut-off than this going too deep instead," I reply

"You coward," Sejeong teases.

"I...yeah you're right. I should have let you choose," I reply

"At least you're a reasonable coward," Seji teases further

I squint at her causing her to smile wide, "I am not a coward, nor am I reasonable," I reply. Seji beams

"Oh really and why don't you think so," Sejeon asks sternly.

"You'll see soon enough," I replied.

Three weeks later Sejeong bought my little photo studio and shop. she was okay with not paying rent as long as I became her "personal photographer", and so I went with her all on these trips and events to snap pictures of the beautiful girl, but honestly she used it as an excuse to relentlessly fuck. I would spend hours cutting angles and working on shop composition to make sure the photos were perfect, and looking at her face always led to a visceral response. I'd be hard for hours, and like clockwork, she'd come into my office give me a warm-up blowjob then have it lead right into mindblowing sex.

As I worked on photos there was a knock on the door. I assume it's Sejeong as she's the only one who comes in here typically. The door opens to a tall dark-skinned man he smiles at me with malicious intent.

“Well, I didn't think I'd ever see you again,” he says as aggression rises in his tone.

“What do you want Alistair,” I ask

“Oh remember call me AL or Tahm,” Alistair replies

“Oh well you know I'm just checking in on my favorite curse bearer. I truly thought you'd come hunting for me, but you never did. I wanted to know why, but you were hard to find. When you said I want to disappear I guess you meant it,” Alistair adds.

“Are you here to kill me, because if so I'm not going down without a fight,” I reply

“What heavens no! I'm here to give you something you want more. Freedom,” Alistair replies.

“What is the catch,” I ask.

“No catch at least this time. I can't beat the curse bearer chasing me as he is using holy relics, but you have a myriad of experience so I figured I'd make a deal,” Alistair answered.

I look at the photo on my desk of Sejeong and I, “Fine I’ll draw up the contract.” I reply

30 minutes later I procured a draft of the deal between Alistair and me. He's excited as deals are like his favorite thing to make something about the ability to bind and

Making rules that can't be broken makes him feel safe. After we sign he smiles and hands me my Maxos Cards. I look at him surprised

“Why,” I asked

“I am asking you to hunt someone using holy weapons and not give you your best tools against holy weapons. I'd be a fool, besides I have to give them back to you anyway.” Alistair replies nonchalantly. I nod and grab them.

“So where was the last reported location of this curse bearer,” I ask

"So there I was, in Minnesota of all places, following leads to my ex, Janie. The trail led me to a scene that raised my concerns: golden ichor staining the ground. I knew this was about to get more complicated. As I concealed myself, the door creaked open, accompanied by ominous sounds of groans and a knife piercing the wall.

"Step out from your hiding spot," a familiar voice demanded. I cautiously emerged, armed with my card and sword, only to face Janie.

"Dangerfield? Of course, he'd send you," Janie muttered with evident annoyance.

"What brings you here?" she interrogated, her accusatory tone emphasizing the revelation that my ex was now a full-blown witch, a fact I was still processing.

"I'm here for the holy weapon, nothing more," I asserted, my mind grappling with the revelation of Janie's newfound identity.

"And what were you promised in return?" Janie probed further.

"Freedom," I replied succinctly.

"Freedom? From whom?" Janie's disbelief was palpable.

"Alastair," I confessed, bracing myself for her reaction.

"Alastair? Did you strike a deal with him? You're unbelievable," Janie's frustration simmered.

"He promised Morrigan would leave me alone," I explained, hoping to justify my actions.

"You never think, do you? Your recklessness causes chaos for everyone," Janie scolded, her frustration evident.

"I'm only here for the weapon. Give it to me, and I'll leave," I urged, attempting to end the confrontation.

Janie's gaze hardened as she considered my request. "What if I refuse?" she challenged, prompting me to reveal my trump card - my maxos card.

Her eyes widened at the sight. "You wouldn't dare," she uttered, realizing the seriousness of my intent.

Taking a defensive stance I watched as Janie's eyes widened

With a mixture of resignation and menace, Janie relented, handing over the holy weapon. "You'll regret this, selling out a friend for your gain," she admonished.

"If I were truly betraying you, I'd have handed you over to Alastair," I retorted, stowing away the cards.

"This is why I despise dealing with your kind," Janie spat bitterly.

"Careful now, insults might provoke me to take action," I teased, though the underlying tension remained palpable.

"Pathetic," Janie scoffed, as I left her house, her warning lingering in the air.

Returning to Alastair, I handed him the weapon, cautioning him against its use.

"Why not?" he inquired, intrigued by my warning.

"It's not just holy; it's a fusion of divine and demonic energies, a result of a battle between a demon and an angel," I explained,

"so why is the blade okay with you," Alastair asked

"Because I am Fomori," I answered.

"Oh...Interesting," Alastair said. Alastair's grin widened at the revelation. "Morrigan's favored, no wonder you sought to disappear quietly," he mused, anticipating the chaos to come as he reveled in it.

"I look forward to seeing the next part of your tale," Alastair replies. "Our deal is done," He says calmly as he conjures two contracts that burn themselves up before me. I feel the burden of my curse lift and Alastair smiles.

"I look forward to the damage you will cause. That will be more interesting than anything I could ever do with such a weapon. I see it has bound itself to your soul so using it would only garner your strength." Alastair adds. I shrug at his point to which he smiles.

The next day I arrived at my office to see a pouting Sejeong

"Hey, Seji. are you ok..." Before I could finish she had me cornered in a kiss.

"I got your not but I was worried sick for you," She replied. As she she ran her arms through my body she gasped,

"You're curse-free," she exclaimed with surprise.

"Yeah," I nodded.

[voxofthevoid]

for the ship ask game, i saw you say you ship Nobara/Maki and Maki/Mai so i am curious now what you like about them (i love them too 😌). and Higuruma/Yuuji

(something i will never get tired of saying: love your goyuu fics! :D also i am tempted to finally watch Hannibal just so i could read your fics)

*chokes* THOSE FICS ARE TEN YEARS OLD, PLEASE, YOU WON'T RECOGNIZE THE WRITING. I sure don't. Anything I wrote pre-2018 makes me skitter away in fear.

Ahem. The ships. Good choices!

Nobara/Maki

Ship It

What made you ship it?

I was pretty 👀 after that one scene where Nobara leans on Maki's shoulder and says she respects her. Maki's reaction, while mild, was pretty cute, and it's also the most...sweet we see Nobara act with anyone. It was then followed by Nobara recruiting Yuuji to basically support Maki during the GW event, and I was sold at that point. That one manga cover where Maki and Nobara look like they're on a date certainly helped.

What are your favorite things about the ship?

They're both sharp-edged people who get a little soft for each other, and I like that. I also think their personalities would intersect and interact in fun ways—not a lot of outright complications, a bit of reserved communication that would probably get talked out, etc. And this may sound odd, but I like how the way they get along and are less prickly with each other doesn't come across as "they're pals because they're gals" but as people softening due to romantic interest. Won't lie, it's once again too tame to really light my brain up, but we've got Mai/Maki for that.

Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

Hmm, nope, don't think so.

Maki/Mai

Ship It

What made you ship it?

I'm a simple man: throw me a sibling relationship with fucked-up vibes, and I'll happily ship it. But honesty, this writes itself. Their interactions during the GW event alone are pretty compelling, especially the clash between Mai's abandonment issues and Maki's more practical approach. Then we get the utter gem that's the Perfect Preparation arc, and holy shit.

What are your favorite things about the ship?

I love me some tragedy. The part where Maki tells Naoya that no, she doesn't have a heart because "she took it with her" lives rent-free in my head. Post-Mai Maki, from the grief-fuelled massacre of her clan to the visions she has of Mai in relation to the sword she became, makes me fucking feral.

Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

I think they should make each other worse.

Higuruma/Yuuji

Ship It

What made you ship it?

To be honest, I think my initial draw to this was that it reminded me a little of nanaita. And I've always approached this ship as Higuruma reminding Yuuji of Nanami somewhat, so you can imagine how satisfying it was to see canon itself draw a parallel, albeit with their deaths. But even disregarding the nanaita influence, I'm pretty damn fond of this ship. I absolutely love every single one of their interactions, especially the last fight and the flashback where we see Yuuji talking alone to Higuruma.

What are your favorite things about the ship?

This is highly specific, but the way Higuruma can't look Yuuji in the eye to the point he threw/lost their fight because of it and then fucking dies while making serene eye contact with Yuuji is going to haunt me for as long as I'm in this fandom. Can you tell I love tragic shit?

Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

Just my usual "let Yuuji fuck that grown man" agenda.

And thank you! You're a gem, as always ❤

Ask can be found game here.

[hornystiel]

hiii!! offering my 2 cents on the subject of "old man". younger generations in general use it very loosely but it's without ill intent, rather it's coming from a perspective of "that man (dilf) is so hot i need them but i could never because they'd see me as a child so i gotta call them old instead". like they're out of my league but i'll blame it on the age difference you know?

and in destiel's case i believe it's affectionate, they're old compared to most queer couples represented and they're getting older together and it's hopeful to see that :)

~ a gen z mutual who's too shy to come off anon ly 🤍

hi! a literal wall of text ahead

okay i actually have a lot of thoughts about this topic and i really hope i won't sound rude but i just want to talk about it for a sec here. and below will be purely my own musings which probably won't coincide with a general fandom views on the matter and it's wider than this question and destiel but well

anyway

i totally get what you're saying about younger fans calling them old because they're too young for them but still hot etc etc. i know that's not some ill intent, clearly. however, what bothers me about the question of 'old' age in fandom spaces is this - for some 'old' starts somewhere around 35+ and they mean it (i wonder what they call a 50 yo? a corpse probably). and yeah of course for 16 yo 35 is twice their age but i wouldn't have even the slightest problem with it because i've been in fandom spaces since i was maybe 14 and stumbled upon people of different ages and backgrounds and we can all coexist quite fine. but what i see now (and maybe again, that's like a recurring generational thing, i don't know, i'm not that old and i wasn't in english spaces until i got at least 18-20 so) - those younger fans repeatedly saying 'you're 30 and in fandom? get out. go find some appropriate hobbies for your age group, like fishing hehe'. like it's fine to be horny over some dudes twice (or even more) your age, but people who in reality are not even that far from you, because usually it's 20 somethings who write such things - and it's a crime. you're suddenly gross. i wonder what those kids would do without all the stuff written, drawn and giffed by those who have a child on one hand, a full time job on the other, and their age appropriate hobbies in between. like when i was a tiny fan i was like 'holy shit that person somehow found a way to update that long ass sherlock fic while being neck deep in her family things and work i wanna be like them!" and it also gave me hope about the future of my fandom life. like age shouldn't matter. but now i see this shit, the whole 'more than 3 yo age difference is pedo' talk, 'adult creators shouldn't post anything because children can see' talk etc etc. and i know, of course, that that's the general internet censorship on the rise and neopuritanism is dancing tango with it but still.

what i'm saying - i do have a problem with younger generation using the term old very 'loosely' because they wield it as a double aged sword. you're either some hot dilf who can be forgiven for your shitty fandom takes because well you're hot (and i'm not talking about anyone in particular here rn) or you're a gross 30 smth in fandom space who shouldn't draw porn because teens can't click the block button

AS FOR DESTIEL

short answer - i don't like what the people who call them old add to their characters and lives when they do that.

long answer under the cut

all of that is what EYE don't like in most popular fandom hcs and i usually just scroll past the things i don't like, i don't want to start shit publicly (and because of what, takes?), but here you can read what i usually think when i see them.

first - if we're talking canon ages. 40 smth and this is dean's age at the end of the show - is NOT old. at all. i can't even call him that affectionately. because this is the tragedy of it all - he dies YOUNG. very fucking young, he didn't see any calm life, didn't pursue his dreams, didn't have a normal life and love and then he died. in a way, and i see some others think the same, calling him old is like 'welp it's not that bad, he lived long enough, seen shit'. but the thing is - he didn't? literally. so no, for me he's young, died young and it's fucking awful. not talking about cas here because well, billions years, old, young, he's everything (<3)

if we're talking about post canon fics where they settle. you can all burn me at the stake but sadly my spirit will just repeat the same shit - making them some kind of a wannabe hetero aging couple is not only boring as fuck, but also completely out of character for them?

what i usually see in the posts with 'old men <3' there

some variation of a white picket fence house

baby jack

dean being some kind of a soccer mom who bakes and argues with other moms

cas being more of a dad shaped thing who gardens and Doesn't Get It at the parents' meetings or somewhere equally boring and somehow still clueless about a lot of human shit

them creaking every part of their bodies (jesus my joints have been like this since i was 14, and my back is bad now when i'm only 30 where is my retirement pakige?)

probably forgetting smth but you get the gist. and, again, not saying that that's ALL i see with the old men posts and art etc (some hcs are wild and i LOVE them), but the majority? yeag, i've been permanently a destiel blogger for 4 years now, i've seen the popular stuff

doesn't all of that remind you of a typical heterosexual family on some conservative cable tv show? if not i'm happy for you, but i can't help but see how the roles are set in stone and i don't find it endearing at all. that's one reason. and also i'm a strong believer that a baby won't fix dean. jack won't fix shit and here's another stick to my pyre - i don't care about him at all and i think that dean especially should focus on himself and his own shit and his shit with cas if they settle together, not be thrown into the baby routine again. the fandom likes to remind everyone how dean raised sam and it's mostly true but don't you think for one goddamn second he would want/need to live for himself and not over obsess about bringing up another kid? sure he loves them, but if every person with dean's baggage were trusted with kids as a cure-al ...well. and again very hetero, 'you should have a child, that'll fix your hysteria!' i'll even say, very real life stuff, just not the one i want to see here.

another reason is this - they are freaks.

they are assholes, freaks, serial killers, undead creatures, bad people...who are very much in love and very soft with each other and their family but they are still freaks. and i don't understand how them getting old will so fundamentally change so many aspects of their characters that they become typical suburban mom and dad combo. maybe i sound like a person who doesn't want them to be happy, or who doesn't get the 'it shows that their life is finally calm and they can pursue Normal Hobbies and Raise Kids and Build a Farm (idk how that is a calm place have you ever been on a farm with animals that you should watch and take care and kill if needed. another talk for another time) and To Love is to be Changed' etc etc etc. believe me i get it all perfectly, just not for them. if it tickles your pickle, by all means. what tickles mine is cas getting the weirdest (and often dangerous) hobbies (and this is why i got him driving a motorcycle, boxing and skydiving in my old men cheating fic) and he's an impatient guy so i don't think he'd love gardening really, he'd be mad at the plants and kill them or grow them as fast as his grace would allow (yes i'm also against human all the way cas, baby we're getting a bingo here). and dean of course should have ties with his community and i've already talked about this but i see how they are out of active hunting, but still help those who are still in it (if the supernatural isn't wiped completely and i don't see why it should be), maybe they always have a place in their home for those who come to regroup or just to chat or smth. and dean is an overprotective and micromanaging asshole so he would want to still have the gist of it all (and cas would want to unwind by killing some things from time to time)...and they still sleep in the same bed, eat the food they cook together, wear matching tatts maybe as a wedding gift to each other, and have dogs, cats and whatnot.

what i want to say - i don't get why the weird and the sweet can't coexist. why should they lose all of their insane bits. they loved each other WITH them (cursed or not remember) why should they change so drastically to fit the 'happily ever after' narrative.

anyway i can probably write a lot more but that's a long ass grumbling as it is.

sorry your question became the starting point for this rent i genuinely hope i didn't offend you and if you finished reading all of this woah you are a hero <3

[spacehostilityy]

Okie well I can't shut up ever so I'm going to compile my thoughts here on Tumblr as I rewatch nnt fom the beginning !! Also pls feel free to scream and/or rewatch with me👉👈👀

Kinda long so more thots below the cut

Season 1, episodes 1-6

I forgot how good the writing and animation are in the first season, like they truly thrived under aniplex😔 the brief white blood period in I think season 3 shows us just how good we had it

I love seeing Hawk and Meliodas's relationship, and his star Boar earring😭 plus having the Boar hat as the main location is just so comforting !!

Also I JUST realized his name is hawk because of a ham hok😭😭 this is like when I realized toe mater's name was tomato at the ripe age of 18

I miss the holy knights being powerful. Like I get that the Sins are always more powerful than them, had a long way to go in terms of power ups, and meliodas straight up had most of his power sealed but like DAMN. They were so cool in season 1 !! Gil was such a badass😭 I guess I just wish that the holy knights powered up along with the Sins

Seeing the very first episode got me thinking about the original pilot Manga (chapter 0) and how cool it might have been !! Like I love the story we got, but I do think those versions of Mel and Elizabeth maybe would have been better than the ones we got😳 like I just really like Meli's original design, I feel like he looks a bit older, and chapter 0 Elizabeth is simply superior ngl. She's funny, brave, and assertive - a lot more like Liz and goddess Elizabeth, except funnier

The first half of season 1 has one of my fave intro and outros like damn I forgot how fucking cool they were. Some of my fave songs to !! (my all time fave is def howling from season 3 part 2 (i think lol) tho)

Like look how cool this is !!! It reminds me of this pic from the manga

Speaking of intros, I miss the title cards !! Like look how cute this is !!

Everytime the fiddle (?) Music plays I get SO FUCKING HYPED BRO like damn Ik it's through all the seasonal and I'm so glad it is because it's rlly the perfect hype song - here it is on Spotify

Also Gil is such a badass in early episodes, I love his strength !! This moment is the fucking coolest and you can't convince me otherwise

Overall, I think the attention to detail is just better, the sounds the armor makes, the animation and drawings (esp background characters), Meliodas just sounds a bit older too (and I have theories on his voice here if u want them 👀)

The whole perv thing is really exhausting really quickly. Almost surprised 14 year old me made it through this as the 2nd anime I ever watched and the 1st I watched alone

I feel like Diane got shorter through the seasons. Like she doesn't compare to Hawk Mama like she did in season 1, and I think that's a damn shame. Let my giant girl be giant !!

She's also a decent bit more violent and I enjoy that thoroughly. She's just a silly goofy kween😌

Also her original costume is superior, her boots are just👌

Just realized that Meliodas was like an older brother/mentor to Gil and now they're brothers in law 😭😭

Also young Elizabeth and Gil are so cute😭 I always forget that they grew up together too

I love Hawk, but I feel like kicking him would just be so satisfying 😔

HOLY SHIT I forgot how badass Ban is when weren't first introduced to him !!

The humming while impaled and bleeding out he really is that girl tm

He's such a masochist. A damn if it isn't kinda hot.

Wow they really introduced Diane's body issues and then almost never bring them up again

Also my plus size Diane headcanon is so real like damn. Body issues girlies are being represented by her fr😔

Ban's slutty waist. That's it. That's the thot.

Also his pre series hair. First season reminding me why I love Ban sm

Lowkey miss the dragon handle sword. The broken blade was so cool:( Lostvayne still cool tho

I think it's so funny how they always wore their armor as holy knights, and yet anytime they wear armor in the present time line, it just immediately cracks off😭

Really anything except pants is going to be blasted off🤪

Okay SO in episode 5, when Ban is about to get his scar from the dragon handle sword, he tells Meliodas "you and me have been hanging together for a lot of years now." This scene takes place 12 years before present (bp). Does this mean Ban and Meliodas were friends before the formation of the Sins? Or was Ban the first after him and Merlin? Ban has been immortal 20 years BP, leaving 8 years in between present and the flashback. 8 years before this scene, Meliodas was still in Danafal/Danfor and would be for another 4 years. What does any of this mean? Idk, just thot it was intriguing lol.

Also how did I not notice this is the first time we see demon!Meliodas !! Baby's first sighting as an unnatural creature with otherworldly rage🥰🥰

Also the fact we never see the scar Gil gave him again lol. Plus him presumably needing to do demon mode so hellfire can heal him is actually rlly cool

Just thought about how Elizabeth laying her hand on his chest to check the scar was the first time in years his love touches him with gentleness or concern🥲🥲

The fact that it took me 6 years to realize that when Meliodas says he'll keep the promise he made to Elizabeth, even if she should die is referencing the promise he made to her originally to break their curses🥲😬😤😭😭😭😭

6'11 Ban thinking that he even had a chance in fitting in Jericho's armor is just so... him

Diane calling Elizabeth kiddo is so fucking cute🥺

Also they definitely get away with a lot more innuendos and swears. The words badass and foreplay in the same episode? Impressive

[unpretty]

astielle chapter 38 askdump time

@bramblepatch asked:

Oh my goodness everyone uses their words so much in this chapter. I'm so proud of them. They're all so awkward.

@makadragontamer asked:

"I'm sorry Nettles."

IM SORRY NETTLES

Kitty WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!!

I'm dumb it said tired but My Point Still Stands

@knightwithakay asked:

"I’m tired, Nettles." I'm not even finished yet but OW OW OW OW OW MY HEART!!!!!

@thegayknee asked:

SHE!!! CALLED!!! HIM!!! NETTLES!!!!

im losing my shit over this

anonymous asked:

SHE CALLED HIM NETTLES HOLY SHIT !!!! (I love astielle very much thank you for making my week)

a man could say a lot of things under those sorts of circumstances

@revirag asked:

KITTY! KITTY!! SO MANY THINGS HAPPENED THIS CHAPTER, BUT THIS: "Same heart,” Leonas reminded him.

“It wasn’t mine yet,” Karzarul said. THIS KILLED ME!!

leonas wasn't well-equipped to handle it either

@answeringmysister asked:

new! chapter! so so so much going on. all the secrets coming out? the gang COMMUNICATING???? in my astielle?? its more likely than you think. love it muchly love them muchly what a great fucking chapter.

"well it's not like anything can make this worse" - karzarul refusing to take a form that can cry

@and-then-he-melted asked:

Every time I learn something new about Laurela I am devastated all over again. She never got to see the cabin. Minnow made a space of it before Karzarul was even resurrected. Even if Karzarul could have kept Laurela safe longer what would that have meant for her? How doomed was she. We have met her precisely once, we will presumably never see her again, we never even see Karzarul dream her.

the world wasn't ready for a mystery solving teen (with a sword leg) (i couldn't go into too much detail about what happened to laurela after that part of the flashback because it made me too sad)

@onceuponymous asked:

Fairy King :'(

Karzarul turning into a Bruteling to comfort him :''''''(

anonymous asked:

Also oh noooo they figured it out and now Karzarul is going to have to explain 😂 also I liked his Bruteling form and I’m glad he has good reason to use it.

i decided to refrain from reminding everyone that his bruteling form has a mohawk, even though i think it adds a certain something to the scene

@shadowedseas asked:

I didn't ask for Leonas to be my favorite, but this part made him my favorite:

“That’s fine,” Leonas said. “I’m fine. With that. This won’t haunt me at all."

He is such a mood and I love him.

"so what you're saying is i'm going to be old forever" - a man who's like thirty

anonymous asked:

If the fairies go to sleep in the logs, can they wake up and go back to being fairies again, or is it just like the sleeping zombies — they have the sunlight eaten from them forever? Maybe they can’t wake up of their own accord, but if someone cleared the mushrooms from them?

with fairies and undead both, if they get the mushrooms cleared from them and are exposed to either sunlight or magic again, they wake back up. they're only dormant for as long as fungus is drawing the animating force out of them. mushrooms also have to be cleared out intermittently because if one absorbs too much it starts radiating also. it's a whole thing.

anonymous asked:

It’s VERY interesting that mental illness (and maybe some repression?) is what gives you cool sword powers. I wonder if it really is mostly void like Vaelon thinks or if just believing it is is enough to let him cut through the doors; or if the latter is true but it’s not that he’s wrong, it’s just a matter of perspective. Also interesting that Leonas doesn’t like… idk, being immortal? Getting reincarnated? Both? He’d be more reconciled to it if he’d been twenty. But Minnow isn’t going to let him die. So that’s good.

anonymous asked:

Eeeeeeeeeeee! NEW CHAPTER!!!!! so cool that Vaelon could only make Doors because his depression helped him connect to the Void. PIRATE QUEEN!!!!! I'm so excited to learn more about her! I really loved Minnow's thing about how there are so many interesting things everywhere. Also, "I love you" "I don't know what that means" Beautiful! Screaming! Stellar chapter! Thank you queen!

it's sort of implied that facing the Void means being exposed to the entirety of the universe as it actually exists, understanding exactly how vast it is and how much of it is Void (not just empty space as in space with nothing in it, but also dark matter and all the empty space in atoms). and most people bear witness to their own cosmic insignificance and want to die. but for vaelon his cosmic insignificance was how he kept himself alive (because he doesn't matter, but neither does anyone else, including the people he loves, so he might as well live for them). so he was able to absorb and integrate all that knowledge of how the universe works without issue.

anonymous asked:

Astielle 38 ask but Minnow's frustration over the definition of love..... She's so right!!! Girl, I get it!!!

you have to assume that if someone is a legendary hero meant to save the world, some people have probably already told her they love her in a way that meant absolutely jack shit

@rose-and-bones asked:

"Could you live without me?"

I see what you did there!!!! And I'm crying about it!!!!!

anonymous asked:

“Could you live without me?” he asked finally. His eyes met Leonas’. “Without us?”

Oh, oh my heart.

Such a heavy chapter, but also finally they are addressing all of this!

minnow is worried she's failing the love quiz but he just wants to double-check that she'll be fine if they do something stupid (get mad and kill each other)

@nonsensephrase asked:

Before I was anything, I was something that loved you. Even if I hadn’t made myself to be loved by you, I would have loved Minnow.” KITTY I AM VERKLEMPT

[sixstepsaway]

I also did fuck all today, so here's to Avoiding Responsibilities. Speaking of responsibilities, I finished that fic draft I was whining in your inbox about a while back. You made a great post about getting oneself to write, and I owe you thanks for it! So, thank you! Unfortunately I now view you as my lucky writing oracle, and I come to you again to consult you for your wisdom: do you have any favorite prose tips or resources? Of course the ultimate tip is "keep working at it until it sounds good" but I'm always on the prowl for the Secret Technique to make my description adequate. I'll, uh, write a couple hundred words of Izzy and daddy related content as an offering? If that's an incentive. -izzy's dd anon

Ooh, yes please on the content 👀

(although, with all seriousness: you don't have to offer anything up, I'm happy to help if I can)

Yesterday (or the day before? Time is fake, bruh) I was told by my lovely beta for my steddyhands fic (@darthameus): "Aaaa okay holy shit that was the best fic I’ve ever read for the blackhands pairing" and "I loved it so so much dude. You’re an absolutely incredible writer" which made me unreasonably happy but also makes me feel somewhat qualified to answer this, at least I hope.

To me, when I'm writing it's all about feel. So these are the things I try to feel out when I write:

Character

Tone

Voice

Rhythm

To break these down:

Character: I always write from a POV but in third person. I don't think I've ever done omniscient or anything like that, so my work is almost always third person limited, but I'm writing from inside someone's head. So even if I'm describing the room they're in, it's how they see it, rather than just how it is. Stepping into Stede's cabin for the first time, for example, an Edward POV would talk about the fine things and how awesome it all is. An Izzy POV would think it was a gross misuse of space and how much fucking satin do you need. If there's something the character wouldn't notice, it either has to be dragged to their attention by something else (Izzy notices a really nice sword, and that draws his attention to the pretty necklace beside it when it catches the light, he wouldn't have really paid it any attention otherwise) or someone else has to comment on it.

Everything has to fit the character, otherwise it's weird and jarring and out of place. I try to get in their heads and, I guess, body them a little. I am Izzy: what do I see? What do I feel? What do I think?

then i have to get back out again lmao

Character is the top thing that sets the tone for me, but...

Tone: If I'm writing a dark piece with danger and death, I'm not going to focus on the rising sun or the feel of soft satin, I'm going to hone more in on things to give a dark atmosphere. But, again, it depends on what Izzy might notice. So, if it's Izzy feeling dark, he might just describe the satin curtains blocking out the light, because that would feel dark to him.

Once you have the character and tone, there's my favorite...

Voice: I know not everyone can 'see' in their imagination? Like, some people have aphantasia and such and absolutely nothing when they try to imagine something. I don't know if that goes for imagining sound, too? I guess it probably does. But for me at least, when I absolutely nail a characterization, I can hear the voice in my head as I type or as I reread. I find that very telling and use it quite often to guide my characterization.

And finally:

Rhythm: I've been told in the past that my writing is lyrical, and I have literally never let that go because that is exactly how I want to write. One of the biggest tips I have ever read is to do with sentence and paragraph length. If you crush sixty short sentences into one paragraph, whatever is happening in that paragraph feels quick and full of action. If you eke those six sentences out, make them long and give them individual paragraphs, it makes everything feel like it's taking more time. So, a hot and heavy fuck or a fight scene might be six chunky paragraphs, but a slow seduction or a walk in the moonlight might be broken up into thirty short ones. On top of that, I use a lot of repetition in my work (you know, one of the big rules) because I find it sounds, as I said, lyrical, especially if used correctly.

Sometimes my repetition is solely because it's telling of a character (Izzy never refers to Stede as Stede in his own head in this fic, it is always Stede-Fucking-Bonnet), sometimes it's more because of rhythm. This is a bit from chapter 1 that shows what I mean about repetition and rhythm:

Izzy doesn’t get chance to bite back, either verbally or physically, before Edward is pulling away, removing his body from Izzy’s, leaving him in a deep state of mourning, donning the red robe once more and disappearing out of the cabin, leaving the little pot of flowery oil behind.

On the one hand, this leaves Izzy with a moment to catch his breath and really think about what he’s doing.

On the other hand, this leaves Izzy with time and silence to really think about what he’s doing.

Izzy is under no illusions that he’s a stand-in. He’s a replacement. When Edward is kissing him, it’s because he cannot kiss Stede-Fucking-Bonnet, who took off on him for fuck knows what reason, leaving Izzy to pick up the pieces of Edward’s shattered heart.

His shattered heart.

He hadn’t known. Izzy hadn’t known nor realized just how much Edward cared for Stede. He hadn’t realized until he’d had to crawl into a blanket fort to talk to him and had found Edward curled up, tear-stained and eating marmalade from a mostly-empty jar, miserable and torn apart by what Stede had done in abandoning him.

And he had; Stede-Fucking-Bonnet had abandoned Edward like he was yesterday’s dinner, just like a rich fucking toff would, the moment the dinner turned cold, while people like Izzy and Edward would scrape the plate clean in their hunger, appreciating every bite, no matter the temperature, no matter the damage, no matter if it was no longer perfect and freshly made, even if it had been chewed up and spat out already.

Like Edward.

Like Izzy.

They’ve been chewed up and spat out so many times in their lives, Izzy is surprised they can still call themselves people, rather than skeletons with human parts. He knows more about where Edward has been than anyone, but that doesn’t mean he knows everything about him, that’s perfectly clear now.

He didn’t know he’d lo— had affection for Stede-Fucking-Bonnet, not to the extent he clearly did. And he didn’t know that such a rough break, such a cruel, thoughtless act from Stede-Fucking-Bonnet, could bring Edward here and, more pertinently, could bring Izzy to Edward’s bed.

He is making a horrible mistake. Fuck.

What he should do is get up, get out of this stupid flowery bed, grab the shit that Edward was packing up having lived in a broken-hearted squalor for so long, and leave. He should go back to his cabin and not let this thing, whatever it is, happen.

He’s not a replacement for Stede-Fucking-Bonnet. He won’t be a replacement for Stede-Fucking-Bonnet. He’s watched Edward pine and mourn for days now and he knows, deep down, that this, this next development, is just another step on the chain of Edward’s recovery from Stede-Fucking-Bonnet.

Which, he supposes, is good? It’s good that Edward is getting over it. It’s good that Edward is moving forward and starting to clean up the place and leverage himself out of his dark hole of misery, but Edward getting (metaphorically) under Izzy to get over Stede-Fucking-Bonnet is not the way to do it.

And there’s the metaphorically part.

Hadn't known, hadn't known, hadn't realized - He's not a replacement, won't be a replacement - Like Izzy. Like Edward - On the one hand, on the other hand - Is good? It's good. It's good. etc etc

To me the repetition adds rhythm and tone to the piece, which is all I want out of my work really lmao

And my final, main point has to be: fuck the rules.

Lots of people toss all this writing advice around: show don't tell, don't repeat words or phrases, don't overuse quirky things like 'Stede-Fucking-Bonnet', don't be too on the nose about things, don't use adverbs, don't use filler words blah blah blah

Fuck all of the rules. Every last one. If you want to write something bland and disinteresting, divorced from all of what makes your writing your writing, stick to the rules. If you want to write something that sounds like you, your passion, your personality?

Fuck the rules.

Find your own tone, your own rhythm, find your own way of conveying your point and your feelings.

Reread your own work and find the pieces that make you go, "Oh, fuck I'm a good writer." Even if you're really down on yourself and that's only 100 words out of 100k. Even if it's less "Oh fuck" and more "Hey this ain't bad."

Find what sticks out to you and ask yourself: What makes this feel like me and what makes me go this is good? Is it the rhythm? Is it the tone? Is it the language use? Is it the emotions conveyed?

Once you figure those things out, it's a lot easier to let prose flow from your fingers and allow it to sound like you and be great.

I do not know if this answered your question, actually. Um, I hope it did?

Also, congrats on finishing the fic draft! I hope if you posted it, it got tonnes of feedback and kudos, and I hope even if you didn't post it that you enjoyed finishing it and are feeling very proud of yourself.

[zero-insignificance]

DND Recap: The Beach Episode part 1

Cast consists of Rose the DM, Alfie (yours truly), Truk, Patrick, Rayna, and Quinn.

We open up in the streets of Finkelberg.

The party had a fun night full of drink and food and company and are ready for the next step in their journey.

Brick appears and starts talking to Truk. Brick: how many people walked in on you? Truk: 14. They are dead now. Brick: What are their names? Truk: I did not get their names. Brick: *starts rummaging through Truk's mind* Truk: *grimaces* Brick: *finds the memory* their souls shall be erased from existence.

Bob approaches the party hesitantly.

Bob: You will not be here for long, will you? You finished your quest. Alfie: Surprisingly no. Bob: Where will you go? Alfie: Hell. I can apparently rescue my bio parents. Patrick: You have parents?! You didn't just spawn in? Alfie: Yeah. I got two sets. Bio parents and adoptive dads. My adoptive dad is technically my uncle, but I call him Dad anyways. Bob: *turns to Patrick* Our deal is done. You helped him on his quest. I have something for you.

Bob pulls out a 2-liter bottle of Baja Blast. It has a bunch of marbles in it that are floating around. "Don't take them all at once. Your mind will explode. Take one per day."

Bob has his back to Alfie.

Me: Alfie decides to start having fun with his physical form. Rose: I swear if you turn into a cow Me: Alfie would never. He's not evil anymore. As an eldritch entity he can change his false body at will and where once was a redheaded white bird folk with mottled black feathers and scales now stands a freckled human with blood red hair, black eyes, with black splotches across his pale skin. Bob turns around and screams. "WHAT THE FUCK." and Bob shouts at him to turn back. Alfie as a human is too much for Bob to handle. Alfie turns back into his bird form and laughs harder.

Alfie: You should've seen the look on your face. Bob: NEVER CHANGE AGAIN. Patrick: *pops a memory marble in his mouth* Holy shit. I'M ALLERGIC TO EGGS. Bob: *a bit annoyed* Anyways I think it is about time that you all have a chance to relax! There are several beaches in the fey wilds. *turns and starts walking away* Alfie: *confused* where are you going? Bob: to the beach. I ran out of smoke bombs. Alfie: I haven't relaxed in over 10 years. Truk: I suppose it would be nice to relax. Brick: I would recommend you wait before heading that way. Alfie: *concerned* why would you say that? Brick: It's... his choice of swimwear. Alfie: Is it an ugly pattern? Brick: *silence* Alfie: *snaps his fingers so he's now in beach attire* Let's go! Patrick: *starts heading in the direction Bob went*

Rose: In a clearing you see Bob. He's in a speedo. Truk: *mortified* Patrick: *also mortified* Alfie: *eyes Bob up and down* Oh dear. That is not your color. Bob: Really? Alfie: Yeah. You should dress in jewel tones. Bob: *uses chaos magic to summon a wardrobe and starts rummaging through it* Alfie: *also starts rummaging through the wardrobe* At some point Bob is in a mankini and Alfie finds a pair of patterned swim trunks and holds them up to Bob's chest and nods Alfie: These ones.

The party actually looks around and sees no beach but a bathtub. And Bob is gone.

"I don't know about you guys, but this isn't a beach."

An old man appears and is like "Oh you're almost there!" and Alfie draws his sword and starts going "stranger danger stranger danger stranger danger-" And the old man walks up to the tub and hops into it and slowly sinks. Alfie and Truk slowly approach the tub and peak into it. There is nobody in it and it seems bottomless.

Alfie tosses a glowing rock into the tub. Truk puts the tip of his newly acquired great sword into the tub and it starts being sucked in. Alfie and Patrick grab onto Truk and pull him away. The great sword is sucked down into the depths. Truk realizes this and swan dives after it.

Brick appears and menacingly says "You better be going after my son."

Alfie is perched on the lip of the tub. Patrick refuses and he feels a hand start to squeeze his brain. He is pulled up by the back off his neck and is dragged to the tub. He's dropped in an immediately starfishes.

"FUCK WHY ARE THE SIDES OF THE TUB SO SLIPPERY?"

And Alfie just gives Patrick a look of sympathy before lightly pressing a single finger on the middle of his chest sending Patrick down into the depths.

Alfie glances at Brick and gives him a look of "I'll make sure they don't kill themselves" and jumps into the tub.

The party comes to on the beach from Attack on Titan. Truk immediately gets up and starts looking for his great sword. Alfie finds the glowing rock he threw in and pockets it. Truk demands that we help him find the great sword and Patrick doesn't know what it looks like and Truk hasn't had it long enough to solidify it in his memory and they start bickering.

Meanwhile Alfie is perched on the hilt of Rahdan's Great Sword and is waiting for a break in the argument.

Patrick lifts up the great sword with Alfie still on it and hands it to Truk asking if this is the great sword he was looking for. Alfie lets go and slowly floats back to the ground.

Looking around we see Bob who is under a very large umbrella, and we head over to him. He's wearing the swim trunks that Alfie selected.

Alfie questions if anyone would like some cocktails or mocktails. Patrick pulls out a Stanley cup full of coffee. Truk is intrigued by mocktails and asks for one. Alfie questions him about his favorite juices and Truk's favorite juice is apple juice. Alfie makes him an Appletini Mocktail and hands it to him. He isn't a fan so Alfie pulls out a gallon bottle of Motts apple juice.

Truk grabs it and takes a swig. "Do you want a bendy straw?" Truk nods and Alfie hands him a bendy straw. "Oh, so you're a bartender?" questions Bob. "I worked as a barista and bartender for a few summers." "Oh really? Can I get a tequila sunrise with baja blast instead of orange juice?" "Of course!" and Alfie pulls out a bunch of bartending tricks, and in a flourish of motions he hands Bob what he requested. The glass is frosted with a wedge of lime and several grapes on a toothpick. Bob downs it in one second. "Damn, that's pretty good."

Alfie: Hang on does anyone have any allergies i should know of? Patrick: Eggs. Truk: *nursing the bottle of apple juice* no. Bob: Yes. I'm allergic to bullshit. Patrick: *smirks* THE MOON LANDING WAS FAKE. Bob: *immediately busts into hives*

A scream comes from the sky, and we all look up and see Rayna falling. The Bartending equipment that Alfie was holding dematerializes and he catches her.

Rayna: Where are we? Alfie: The beach. It's the beach episode. Bob: Now go on! Have fun enjoy the water but watch out for the sea monster. Truk: What. Alfie: *freezes* God fuckin damn it. Bob: There's a sea monster. Alfie: *falls backwards into the sand and screams* Truk: Why not close off this section of the beach. Alfie: I can't catch a break. I can't catch a fucking break. I CAN NEVER CATCH A BREAK. Bob: They had to expand. Alfie: *downs two strawberry daiquiris* Patrick: Have you tried building a wall? Bob: Someone tried building a wall once. Alfie: By any chance was that guy orange with shitty yellow hair and reeked of narcissism? Bob: Yes. Alfie: Ugh. I can't stand that guy. Bob: Nor can I.

The beast in the depths is a Kraken. Truk and Rayna want to try to fight it. Truk wants to try diplomacy first. Alfie sits up and thinks to himself "If they're going then I'm going, or they'll get themselves killed."

At one point Bob laughs. Alfie: Can you please stop being so ominous? Bob: Unfortunately, no. It's in my code.

Another scream comes from the sky and down comes Quinn. Alfie slows her descent with a wave of his hand.

A decent chunk of the party speaks languages that the Kraken can understand, except for Quinn and Patrick. Quinn has speak with animals and beasts so she's good. Alfie knows primordial (eldritch entity). Rayna knows celestial and infernal (mother of titans). Truk knows primordial and celestial (son of brick).

Overall, the party wants to prevent a whole bunch of deaths. Alfie is so tired right now, but he'll go with whatever the party does. Bob parts the sea and there is a stone path leading to a cave.

Me: Where's Paul? Rose: You hear a loud mooooooOOOOOOOO coming from the sky Alfie: *immediately stops Paul's fall and gently sets Paul down with eldritch magic* Bob: *side eyes Paul* Truk: *starts walking down the path* Alfie: Ok Paul do you want to go with the party or stay here on the beach. Paul: Moo *goes over to Bob's warlock robes and starts chewing on them*

Back with Truk "Who approaches my abode." "I am here to talk."

Through the conversation there was a brief misunderstanding because of Alfie where the Kraken thought we were here to kill them, but Truk sorted it out and offers the Kraken friendship cuz he may not have been there during most of the mlp arc but he knows that friendship is magic.

The Kraken put together that we are a quite powerful group of adventurers. The Kraken has true sight so he can see Alfie's form for what it really is. A hulking form larger than the Kraken itself. Vaguely avian with a grey beak, covered in what looks like black feathers that absorb light itself, with many many bright glowing white eyes and the numerous sets of wings span out and the fabric of reality bends around his form itself.

These eyes are fixed on the Kraken. They're intense, angry, yet calm and very tired.

He agrees to Truk's offer on one condition.

We all have to spar with him at once.

A grin spread across Truk's face and he asks a singular question, "Prep time?"

Spell casters buff the tanks, Rayna summons a fey to fight with her and we're ready to go.

The Kraken goes first and goes for Patrick instantly, the fey jumps in front of him and is grappled by a tentacle. Truk is also grappled.

Patrick sends off a Guiding Bolt and Alfie follows up with a well-placed Fire Bolt. Alfie looks like he just wants to take a nap. A bed appears behind him, and he sits down on it pulling out an apple and eating it. Bob appears next to Alfie and he and Alfie start chatting as they watch the spectacle Alfie stepping in when needed.

The Kraken pulls Truk close and asks him which party member is his favorite. "I don't have a favorite." "Just pick one." "Rayna."

The Kraken chucks Truk at Rayna, she tries to catch him, and she fails.

Bob and Alfie cringe at that.

Quinn has been stealthing around doing rogue and ranger stuff.

A storm cloud appears over three party members. Rayna, Truk, and Alfie.

Alfie groans and says "Wonderful. This is the perfect mirror of my mental state." and we each make a dexterity saving throw. Rayna and Alfie take 19 points of damage and Truk takes 38 as lightning strikes us.

The soot on Alfie's feathers vanishes "Yep. It's jambalaya time." and Alfie summons a bowl of delicious jambalaya and turns to look at Bob. "You want some?" "Absolutely" and Alfie materializes a second bowl and hands it to Bob with a spoon.

Alfie is about to send off a Mind Spike but freezes and goes "Hold up hang on once second call time call time. We've just been calling you Kraken or the Kraken and that seems a bit disrespectful. Is there a name we can call you?"

The Kraken seems a bit surprised but the party nods in agreement.

Kraken: You can call me Mordecai. Patrick: Do you have a friend that's a raccoon? Rose: a raccoon steps out from behind Mordecai and goes "WOOOOOOOOOOH" Alfie: *has seen the Twilight and Mordecai shooting stars meme* by any chance do you know a Twilight Sparkle? Mordecai: No, I do not. Rayna: Who the hell is Twilight Sparkle? Alfie: *shifts into twilight sparkle* Oh she looks like this. She was the pony I was talking to in Ponyville. *turns back into his bird form*

And the fight continues.

Rayna gets two hits on Mordecai.

Me: Alfie sends off a mind spike. Rose: Are you going to use that on Bob? Me: No. I'm using it on Mordecai. The image of a duck with human ears appears in his mind. Mordecai: Ugh ew no why would you do that? What are you on that made you think that? Alfie: Autism. Bob: *laughs* Alfie: What's that for? Bob: He might die soon. Alfie: HEY MORDECAI! ARE YOU TRYING TO DIE? Rose: You guys are kicking his ass right now. Mordecai: That was exhilarating. Thanks for the sparring match.

The party goes to leave but Truk stays behind. Mordecai has something to tell him about the great sword he's holding. It's cursed. If he uses it too much the line between friend and foe may fade.

Bob: Can you please tell Paul to stop eating my clothes? Alfie: Paul can you not? Paul: MOOooooo *stops eating Bob's clothes* Alfie: Hey Bob, can I braid your hair? Bob: *surprised* Uh sure. No french braids please I don't like the way they feel. Patrick: Give him a french braid! Alfie: *starts braiding Bob's hair* I'm not giving him a french braid. He specifically requested me not to give him a french braid.

Alfie and Patrick both would like to learn Celestial and Rayna and Truk decide to teach them. Rayna spends her time filling them in on pronunciations and Truk just puts a hand on each of their heads. He essentially gaslights both of them into knowing how to understand and speak Celestial. It's like they always knew how. During this process Truk gets a visual of what it's like in each of their minds and his face is a mix of emotions. Confusion and fear. "Next time ask me before you touch me." says Alfie. Truk says nothing before looking to Patrick and telling him that his brain is weird having been a vast expanse of nothing with a large safe in the middle and turns back to Alfie and says "What the fuck." Alfie's brain is complete traumatized autistic adhd chaos. "It's the trauma. You know the death, the loss, the grief, the addictions-" "I am too young for this." And the party spends a moment relaxing on the beach with drinks and snacks. Bob shifts and Alfie scolds him saying that he isn't done yet and he affixes some flowers into Bob's hair and pulls out two mirrors. One handheld and a vanity mirror.

"Oh, that is quite lovely!" Alfie smiles at the compliment and music reaches the party. It's circus music. Alfie freezes and mutters under his breath that this really is like Katastrophe as he slowly turns to look at the source of the sound. On the other side of the beach is a circus.

"Please tell me they do proper maintenance and checkups on their equipment." "Of course they do." "Thank the gods."

Truk's eyes light up and he goes running to the circus. Rayna chases after him and Patrick slinkies along.

Alfie laughs at their antics feeling more at ease and snaps his fingers appearing at the carnival before everyone else with a toothy grin on his face. "I'm about to win some rigged games."

Rose: Truk you see a game that is right up your alley. Whack-a-Mole. The high score is 2 million. It was done by Bob. It's bring your own club. Truk: I'm breaking that record. *pulls out great club* Rose: You DESTROY the whack-a-mole stand. Your score is 48 billion. Me: How does Bob react to that? Rose: a single tear rolls down his cheek. Alfie: *gives him a pat on the back* Carnival worker: CONGRATULATIONS YOU BROKE THE RECORD AND FOR THAT YOU WIN THE GRAND PRIZE! Rose: the carnival worker brings out a massive teddy bear. It is 6 times your size. Truk: *clutches onto the teddy bear and cries* Truk has not had a toy in a very long time and this teddy bear looks like the one he had when he was five before his parents died. Me: Alfie is looking for a punching bag game. Rose: You see a punching bag game. Alfie: You're going to need a new one when I'm done with it. Carnival Worker: I'm sorry but Eldritch Entities are not allowed to use the punching bag. Stay away from the punching bag. Alfie: Why not? Carnival Worker: The last time that happened he launched the punching bag into the stratosphere. Rose: the carnival worker points to the ban list, and you see a photo of your great grandfather as the only one banned from this game. Alfie: Damn, we really are related. Rayna: can I try? Carnival worker: Of course. Rayna: *destroys the punching bag launching it into the sea* Carnival worker: *takes Rayna's photo and adds it to the ban list* Rayna: It's one of the perks of being the Mother of Titans. Rose: Patrick. Alfie. You see a ring toss booth. Me: we go to the ring toss booth.

The ring toss booth worker is Lucifer from Hazbin Hotel.

Patrick: What are the rules to this. Lucifer: You pay, and you get 6 rings. You have six attempts to get a ring on the red bottle. Patrick: What do we pay? Lucifer: You'll pay eventually. Alfie: Can you elaborate on that? Lucifer: You'll pay eventually! Alfie: *eldritch magic flashes in his eyes* Explain. Now. Lucifer: At some point in the future something of yours will vanish as payment. Alfie: *gets a premonition of his favorite woodworking knife vanishing from his hand in the middle of a project* I'm too autistic for that. Patrick: I'm in. Lucifer: *slides over 6 rings* Patrick: What's that over there? *pointing in the distance* Lucifer: *looks where Patrick is pointing* What is it? Patrick: *stretches his arm out and plops a ring on the red bottle* Lucifer: You won... You own my soul now. Patrick: ALFIE! What do I do with a soul? Alfie: Why do you think I know? I've never owned a soul before. I just got mine back a day ago. Patrick: I don't know? What's the protocol for this? Alfie: Bob? You've owned souls before. Wuh- what do you do with a soul? Bob: You quite literally own them and the person it belongs to. You could put the soul in an inanimate object like that bear Truk has. Truk: *approaches the party with a tear-stained face* I won this. Alfie: *to Truk* That's awesome! Patrick: Just give me your soul, I guess? Rose: He hands his soul over to you. It looks like a rubber duck. The party: Oh no... Rose: Patrick you now own Lucifer's soul.

Rayna looks for a shooting game and finds one. She shoots the furthest target, it explodes in a shower of splinters, and she keeps the gun as her prize.

Finally, Alfie spots one of his favorite carnival games.

Ski Ball

And Alfie is a beast at ski ball.

The high score is 2 billion.

Alfie: Bob is that your record? Bob: Please no it's all I have left. Rayna: Those were your only records? Bob: Well, there's my darts record but that isn't as impressive. 500. The people in Finkelberg suck at darts.

Alfie smirks "Bob, I challenge you to a game of ski ball. If you win your record stays intact. If I win, I get bragging rights for all eternity. Do we have a deal?" and he holds out a hand. "We have a deal."

We decide who wins over a game of highest roll. On the first roll we tie. Double twenties. We need a tie breaker. me: *rerolls and starts laughing* the dice really wanted me to break his record. *more laughter* I got another nat 20. Rose: Bob rolled a 17. His high score is crushed. Bob: *looking dejected* Me: Alfie smiles and casts minor illusion on the score board so it looks like his record remains unbroken. Bob: Thank you, my friend. Alfie: You've got to stop saying that to me- wait you just called me your friend? Bob: *nods*

A friendship bracelet appears on Bob's wrist. "When did you make a friendship bracelet- it's purple?" "Of course it is!" "You... know my favorite color?"

Quinn questions why they don't have a friendship bracelet.

A friendship bracelet leaps out of Alfie's bag of holding and coils itself around Quinn's wrist.

Patrick runs because he doesn't know what's happening.

And from a lone circus tent floats a single red balloon. Patrick grabs it cuz "oh shiny" and out comes Pennywise. "Do you want to float?"

Alfie: way ahead of you *starts floating*

[obscurewritings]

#4

The whole parent thing got resolved and now everyone is fine. Thank fuck, I almost broke down entirely.

Anyway, I have officially fallen back into my creepypasta phase. I thought it would've stayed dead after middle school...but no. I'm kinda glad because now it gives me more of a reason to draw weird shit, I can use that as an excuse. Been wanting to draw body horror, but I don't know what's stopping me personally. I redrew Jeff the Killer with no eyelids...ok, maybe I gave his eyes some sort of shape, but I want it to look like his eyelids were burnt off. I actually really like that part of him. The hairstyle I gave him kinda looks like my best friend's old haircut and I can't unsee it. I can totally see him doing that for Halloween if he ever wanted to. I also made a creepypasta-themed desktop background for this Chromebook on my account and I'm pretty proud of it. I tried making it look patched together.

I started listening to the full One-X album by Three Days Grace and holy fuck my nuts exploded. 'On My Own' scratches my brain the right way. I need to look into more albums because I could be missing out on bangers. One-X reminds me so much of Creepypasta I swear. I think I'm becoming an emo kind or something. But then again, I dunno. Music is music and I love music regardless.

Something crazy happened with my tio. So, I read his and my cousin's tarot readings and they were spot on, like usual. But the thing is, he got V of Swords reversed. Which is basically telling the person that they need to resolve and move on from a disagreement they've had with someone, to make peace with it. At first, I didn't question it too much because he has a lot of disagreements with a lot of people. But then, he mentioned his wife. Who he hadn't talked to in 5 days, a crazy coincidence. 5 of Swords...5 days. So he decided to shoot her a text and not even a few minutes later, he gets a very important email that relates to them. Holy shit, it blew my mind. Crazy, but I'm just glad it gave him some sort of sign to resolve the issue.

I finally gave my character his face reveal. I had struggled to give this character a face reveal for so long and nothing seemed right. Then I found a reference to a dad-ish bod and an eye shape reference and tried applying it to my style and it works so well. I'm sorta happy with myself for it. I'm trying to also get better at perspective as well. I can never angle anatomy right, I hate it. But my best friend and my other friend think I'm getting better so I'm glad. My best friend and two other friends are solely the reason I keep pushing to become a better artist. I love drawing them and their characters. They're amazing and creative people and I'm glad to have them in my life. Words can't even begin to describe how much I appreciate them. I love them with all my heart. If you three are reading this, I love you guys.

Anyways, I started a new anime that my best friend recommended to me. It's called Chainsaw Man and I absolutely love it. The gore and the body horror amaze me and get my blood pumping. The devil designs are so cool and I'm curious about other fears. I'm not a big fan of Denji, but I love Power and the Violence Fiend. Another one I started was Spy x Family, but I'm not sure I'll go far with that one. Was contemplating starting up My Hero Academia again, but decided against it. It's just not my thing anymore.

Speaking of my best friend, I wanted to draw us and the art squad doing something, but what? I was originally thinking of drawing him and me with our favorite birds. I really really like Barn Owls, they're so pretty to me. I gave up because of the poses. My mind is flowing with artistic ideas, but not writing ones. I haven't written my novel or worked on the comic strip in 2 weeks. I have writer's block and it fucking sucks because I can't do jack shit about it. I'll find a way. My mind knows little to no bounds anyway.

-Dxll Face

[pollyannawog]

Homhom are nothing but lurgy bacteria clinging to Zanzapon body

I’m not sorry-

[writingsbychlo]

Oh you just put me on a Joel mood with that headcanon! If I'm not wrong I think you did a headcanon or just told us one of your ideas a while ago that involved Joel arriving at the safe place in the mountains and meeting the reader there and she's like this badass chick and he just falls head over heels for her but his a little shy and a bit self-conscious... do you have anymore 💭 about that???

oooohhhh yes yes i have that draft going on still, but it's been there for a while, so lets make it headcanons for the meantime;

no more requests, the sleepover is over! I am just filling out all the ones left in my inbox!

okay, so, joel is a little clumsy

and yeah, sometimes he freezes up

he's come a long way since his days of panicking and silently crying in the bunker, okay?

but, he still isn't epic

and then he meets you, and holy shit, how his whole life changes

because, you're like some kind of superhero. you're like the black widow of the apocalypse

he is simply sent out with a team as a cook. he hates that his only job is to forage for berries and decide which cuts of meat he can work with

and then he sees you in action, and he thinks he falls in love

because you're so fucking badass

and you don't even break a sweat

but, he's scared

because he doesn't know how you could be so badass in the face of danger, and he actively avoids you

in his mind, he's already written you off as rejecting him, and he kinda lives in that hurt that hasn't actually happened yet

the last time he tried to speak to someone as cool as he sees you was before aimee, and he can still hear laughing in his head and the clench in his chest

so he doesn't bother

it's the third time he's sent out on a scavenging and hunting session with you, well over a year after he met you, when you talk to him

"hey, you're joel, right? I'm (Y/N.)"

"I know. I mean, I don't know that. well, now I do, and I did before, but that makes me look creepy, and- shit- uh, hi. I think."

and he is absolutely certain that laugh is coming

and a laugh does come

but not the kind of laugh he was expecting. this isn't mocking. this is just amused, sweet, kinda cute, actually..

"well, I knew you were joel before I came over. you're joel who makes great food out of basically nothing. you're kinda famous, you know."

"oh, about as famous as you are, then? the badass who's scared of nothing."

and then you're blushing, and taking a seat next to him, and he's pretty sure he might hyperventilate, because did he do that?

"those are lies. I'm scared of a lot of things, I'm just good at dealing with it, I guess."

"so, you agree, you think you're a badass?"

"okay, regina george. I am pretty badass."

"I'm so glad you got that. coulda' ruined this whole thing."

and then you do that sweet little laugh again, and he's kinda proud of himself

"I hear you can draw things. can I see?"

he gets to show off some of his drawings, and you sit with him practically all night

until you get sleepy and wander away tor est before the morning, but he can't sleep, because he's practically buzzing

the next day, that really comes back to bite him in the ass

you're almost home, so damn close, and yet so fucking far

because nobody saw it coming, and he fucking freezes again

and of course, he gets himself pretty injured

some bad cuts and scrapes

and he's fucking embarrassed when you inevitably save him

he can't even look you in the eyes, actually

walking in silence all the way back

and sulking off to his cabin, not bothering to talk to anyone

he doesn't really talk to anyone for days, because he's humiliated

the only reason that breaks, though, is because you catch him off guard

"are you avoiding me?"

"yes. everyone, actually. crippling embarrassment and the low-key wish to be swallowed up whole by the ground will do that to a man."

"and, what exactly made you feel like this?"

feeling like he's being mocked, and scoffing, and almost walking away

but then you look genuinely confused and a little hurt, and he feels guilty

confessing that he hates that he can't be more useful, and that he feels weak

and pretty much just pouring out his heart

blushing, like really fucking hard when you run your hand through his hair and tell him it's okay

"y'know, you shouldn't feel embarrassed. it's not like we went through training for this. high school classes weren't biology, literature, monster-killing combat, maths. it's okay to be scared."

getting even more embarrassed when his eyes flick down to your lips, and he's pretty sure you saw it, too

"can you teach me, though? that's a good idea. lessons."

"you want me to teach you what?"

"to be brave."

"I think you're already brave, joel."

getting all flustered again, but he kinda feels like his ego is being built up, and he feels a little better about himself

"but, if you want, I can teach you how to fight."

"yeah, I'd like that."

he hates it to begin with

because that's a lot more physical exertion than he was ready for

which makes sense, because he's seen you do some stuff that would have him floored, without even breaking a sweat

and he didn't realise quite how heavy a sword was, but he struggles for a while

and, it results in a fair few scrapes and injuries

a lot of bruised shoulders as he learns to shoot and isn't prepared for the kickback

and a lot of little nicks from swords and knives

and even trying to sharpen arrows

but, he gets there

he gets a lot less clumsy, and he gets a lot stronger

and he feels a lot braver

"you have to choose something to focus on. I heard about your journey to find aimee. find something like that to focus on again, and when you get scared, think about that instead."

"what do you think about?"

"I think about my mom."

it leads to a deep story, and a lot of confessions by the fireplace that night. really baring your souls to one another.

and he loves it, because he gets to cup your cheeks and wipe your tears away, and you end up falling asleep on his shoulder, face pressed into his neck

he carries you to bed, and when he's leaving, you grab his hand for just a second, and tell him to "stay a while", and he does

so, the first time he really gets to put his skills to the test, it doesn't go so well

he doesn't freeze up, but he fumbles a little under the pressure, and fucks it up

but you weren't there, and you're what he focuses on, and he couldn't think

the next time, though, that goes really well

he's fucking proud of himself

because this was one hell of a trip, you've been away for three weeks and that was three weeks of time together

he got to do some drawing, and lately you've become his muse and you tease him for it but he teases you back and it makes you blush in that way he loves

and the next time he gets to put all his new skills to the test, he fucking smashes it

he doesn't freeze up, and he doesn't panic

he thinks about your pretty smile and his head stays clear and get feels so fucking badass

and when he finally gets back to the little campsite set up, he's still hopped up on adrenaline

it's probably the slight sting of a bite on his shoulder, or the blood and dirt he knows he's somewhat covered in, and the ache of a hard hit to his ribs, but he's practically high on it

and you're worried for him

he finds you with your legs crossed on your bed, drawing in his sketchbook with charcoal and you look so worried for him

he drops straight to his knees, your hands on his shoulders and thumbs pushing under his jaw as you inspect the damage, and he doesn't care

he just pulls you closer, until he can bump the tip of his nose with yours

close enough that he can feel the sharp intake of breath you make

"I'm gonna' kiss you so good you hit the clouds now, m'kay?"

"kept me waiting long enough." and you barely get it out, he doesn't let you, because he can't wait any longer

he's never felt more like a badass than this moment.

[hoardofhyperfixations]

Villain

Warnings: cursing, arguing, sympathetic deceit, unhappy ending

Pairings: Platonic Anxceit, platonic LAMP

Genre: Pure Angst

Summary: Virgil creates a villain of his friend.

Taglist: @stardustedsweaterlover @the-magicalpotato @eliz1325

Note: This is the longest fic I've ever written at 1456 words holy fuck.

Deceit paced the commons of the subconscious, twirling a hat around his pale finger. He wore the same outfit he always did; a dark green t-shirt that was a size too big and baggy blue jeans that covered most of his black sneakers.

Anxiety should've been back by now.

Deceit's one and only friend, Anxiety, had recently been spending more and more time with- with them. The "Light" Sides, as they'd been called. Yet no matter how much time he'd been spending, he'd always be back by 6 p.m. on the dot.

It was 6:30.

Where was he?

Deceit was getting increasingly worried. Sure, a few minutes past six would've been odd, but not a cause for concern. A half hour was a different story.

He scratched absently at the scales on his arm and left hand, trying to think rationally about this.

When Anxiety finally returned, he was snickering slightly with a wide grin on his face, a freshly baked chocolate chip cookie in hand.

Deceit stopped in his tracks.

"Anxiety!" He exclaimed, shoulders slumping in relief. The dark side in question looked up from the cookie in hand, eyes landing on the shorter one.

"Hey Dee, what's up?" He smiled and Deceit allowed himself to relax further, moving forward and  hugging Anxiety's torso tightly.

"I was scared." Deceit whispered. He had a bad habit of saying the truth and only the truth, whether it was a good idea or not. Lying made him uncomfortable and feel sick to his stomach.

"What? Why?" Anxiety moved away from the hug with a concerned look.

"You were gone for way longer than usual! 30 minutes, Anx!" Deceit exclaimed. Anxiety rolled his eyes slightly.

"30 minutes isn't that long. I was-"

"-with the light sides." Deceit interrupted, frowning and moving away. "Like always. You spend way too much time with them, Anx."

"You're not my mom or dad, Dee,"  Anxiety scowled, "you can't control where I go, who I'm with, or how much time I spend with them." He was getting fed up with Deceit's constant questioning of where he was and how long he'd be there.

"I know, but you never spend time with me anymore." Deceit frowned. He was trying not to seem selfish, clingy or possessive, but Anxiety was his only friend.

"Yeah, I do. Stop smothering me. I like hanging out with the light sides." Anxiety defended, raising his voice a little.

"Then why don't you just go hang out with the light sides 24/7?" Deceit scowled, also raising his voice. Anxiety was full on glaring down at Deceit, gaze cold. Over the past few weeks, their friendship has been strained, but Deceit never expected what happened in the next few moments to transpire before of that.

"You know what? Maybe I will. They can't be any worse than you." Anxiety spat, turning on his heel. Deceit's mismatched eyes widened and he grabbed the other side's wrist.

"A-Anxiety, wait..." the scaly side stuttered. "They think we're villains, remember? They'll never accept you!" he wasn't sneering it. Instead, it seemed to come out rushed and frantically, as if he were terrified.

"You're right. But at least most villains don't naturally look the part." Anxiety spat, pulling his arm away and stalking off angrily.

"A-Anx..." Deceit pulled his hand away and held it, scratching lightly at the patch of scales there as Anxiety left The Subconscious.

He stood there for a moment, then slowly turned and sulked to his small room.

| • | • | • | • |

Five years.

Deceit waited five fucking years.

But Anxiety hadn't come back, no, not even stopped by.

So Deceit decided he'd have to come to him.

Ditching his usual outfit, Deceit recalled the last few words they'd said to each other.

If Virgil thought he looked like a villain then...well, he was in for a surprise.

Deceit grinned, showing off the fangs that had grown over the years.

Deception Sanders stepped out of The Subconscious. A small gasp was pulled from him at the immediate warmth, a significant difference from the cold, darkness of The Subconscious. He shrugged it off and fixing his gloves.

Deceit messed with his cape as he confidently strolled into the light side commons, where Creativity and Morality were watching Steven Universe on the floor. Logic was on the couch reading a book next to-

Deceit's breath silently caught in his throat for a moment.

Anxiety was sitting next to them all, playing on his phone. Instead of his plain black outfit, he had a much more colorful one. Shades of purple and even some gray decorated the black hoodie. Along with his change of color scheme, Anxiety looked so much more relaxed and...happy than he had in The Subconscious.

All the "light" sides looked up at the click of heeled shoes on the floor and Anxiety nearly dropped his phone. Creativity stood immediately, drawing his Katana and pointing it at Deceit.

"Who are you and what are you doing here?" he demanded. Deceit merely smiled coyly, arms behind his back.

"Dee..." Anxiety whispered. Deceit narrowed his eyes.

"I'm not sorry to disappoint, but that is very correct, Anxiety." Deceit took his hat off and gave a bow, his cold gaze never wavering. "I am not Deceit." Creativity looked confused. He lowered his sword slightly, looking over at Anxiety.

"Virgil? You know this...this person?" Deceit clenched his fists as he stood up straight, putting his hat back on. Virgil? Was that what he called himself now?

"Well... I'm not so sure." Anxiety admitted, frowning over at Deceit. Deceit smiled dryly.

"Aw, I'm not hurt. You told them about me, Anx?" he asked mockingly, despite the sting he felt at that realization. Anxiety seemed uncomfortable.

Good.

Deceit's old friend looked away. The snake faced side narrowed his eyes.

"What's wrong, Virgil?" The name tasted foreign and bittersweet on his tongue, but Deceit ignored it the same way he ignored the sickening feeling he got every time he lied. "Not like what you found? You look comfortable."

"Kiddos, how about we all calm down?" Morality spoke nervously as Creativity raised the sword again, pressing the sharp tip against Deceit's chest.

"I agree with Patton," Logic nodded, "we should all calm down and talk things out. Roman, put the sword down."

Ugh. They all had names.

What? No, Deceit wasn't jealous.

"But- Logan!"  Creativity exclaimed, pushing the sword harder against his chest. Deceit fought back a wince, instead snarling at the side.

"L, Pat, I know this guy." Anxiety squinted at Deceit. "Princey, get him out of here." he ordered. Deceit felt anger bubble in his chest but ignored it.

"Now, kiddo-" Morality tried, but Deceit dismissively waved his hand. Instantly, Morality unwillingly slapped a hand over his mouth. Anxiety's eyes went wide, along with the others.

Deceit grinned. Of course even Anxiety would be surprised by that, he had never been able to do that before. Morality was panicking, trying to speak.

"Now that I don't have your attention again, I wouldn't like to let you know that I," Deceit sweeped his mismatched eyes over the four light sides, "that I will not leave of my own accord."

"Okay..." Anxiety said quietly, eyes never leaving Deceit's hands. The dark side smirked.

"If you'd ever like to hear Morality speak again, I suggest not putting the Katana down." Deceit threatened coldly. Creativity hesitated.

"...fine." he gave in, lowering and sheathing the sword. "Now, let him speak, you fiend." Deceit's grin was dangerous and he was pretty sure his yellow eye was glowing.

"Well, I will not see you all again soon," Deceit announced as he pressed his fingertips together, "especially not you, Anxiety."

"Hey-" Creativity started but Logic quieted him. Anxiety just glowered at the lying side.

"Farewell." Deceit said finally. With that, he turned on his heel, cape flaring up behind him, and strolled back to The Subconscious. Halfway down the hall, he waved his hand so Morality would be able to speak.

He paused, looking at a door that appeared next to him in the hall. It was gray with a 'D' on it, so Deceit assumed that it was his. Keeping up his confident facade even though no one was watching, he opened the door and walked inside like he owned the place.

Deceit shut the door behind him, letting his shoulders slump and his smooth act to crumble. He closed his eyes, choosing to ignore the sounds of jokes and laughter coming from the commons nearby. Then, he opened them again and his expression hardened.

If Anxiety was going to act like he did nothing wrong, like he was a hero, like Deceit was the problem...

Well, every hero needed a villain.

Part 2

[soft-femagines]

TGSA back at it again. I'm sure I'm gonna send A LOT of requests so don't feel bad about ignoring some for a bit if it's like a lot of the same person lol. Anyway, speaking of requests, this time FEH OC edition. How would Alfonse, Eir, and Bruno react to someone flirting with their S/O in front of them? Not like subtle flirting I mean like AGGRESSIVE flirting

Mmm.. Yes… Alfonse ask…. I like that. Also Bruno recognition! Yay! FEH needs more Bruno. I doubt we’re going to get much of him in Book lll though. Also I’m going to do headcannons for the bois and a drabble for Eir

Alfonse, Eir, and Bruno reacting to aggressive flirting with s/o

Alfonse

• Alfonse gets worried very easily. He cannot sit still if there’s any chance of you being in danger 

• So when this dangerously audacious individual chooses to flirt with you right in front of him

• He goes into protecc mode

• He waits for you to tell them off first. He’s not your mom, and he knows you can defend yourself against some silly flirt. But he’s still in protecc mode, just in case.

• At this stage, he can be found glaring over whatever he’s holding

• Usually, at this point, the flirt is gone. A combination of rejection from you and intimidation factor from Alfonse often has them backing off.

• Not this time. No, this person won’t give you a break, and even goes so far as to trace their hand along your face. You swat the hand away like a spider. The person proceeds to grab your wrist.

• At this stage, Alfonse can be found with Fólkvangr drawn, pointed, and ready to s t a b

• Look. It may seem a bit much to pull a sword on someone while you’re shopping, but Alfonse isn’t very old. People who aren’t very old don’t make the wisest decisions.

• The person turns pale and trips backwards. “Holy fuck, ok ok! I’m leaving!” 

• After they’ve run off, tail between their legs, you turn to Alfonse.

•“Alfonse. I love you. And I appreciate what you did greatly. But you can’t draw your sword in the middle of a store”

“But they grabbed you!”

“But nothing. There are probably kids around here somewhere. Just… Don’t do it again, alright?”

*sigh* He gives in. “Alright.”

Bruno

• Bruno is a surprisingly kind man. But if he wants to be intimidating… hoo boy.

• All you wanted to do was get some shopping done with your partner. Was that really so much to ask?

• Turning towards him, you hold up a coat and say “Hey, do you think I can pull this off?”

• He opens his mouth to respond, but before he has a chance, a voice cuts in from behind you.

“How about I pull it off for you?” 

•You turned around. Bruno looked over your shoulder. Something twitched deep inside his chest. How dare someone say that to his partner.

• Someone had crept up on you, and was now leaning on the wall with a rose in their teeth.

“You’re my type. Ditch this loser and have some fun with me.”

• You told them off with a tight smile. They weren’t having it. 

•They stalked forwards and leaned towards you. “I said, ‘you’re my type’. I’ve got some friends here with me. I have my ways of making you say yes, you know.”

• Bruno proceeds to wrap his arms over your chest, resting his head on your shoulder. 

“Sorry, this one’s taken. Leave.”

“Oh? Did I ask you?” They said, looking down on the two of you, their tone insufferable. “Get lost, or I’ll call my- mmph!!?”

Bruno had detached himself from you and grabbed their jaw, thumb and forefinger digging into their cheeks. 

“Did you say you had friends here with you? I’m sorry, but it seems your jaw won’t be in one piece by the time you call them over.”

He released the flirt, who was gawking and making pitiful noises. They backed up, sputtered, and ran.

Bruno turned to you. “Are you quite all right?”

“Heh, yeah. Thank you, really.” You let out the breath you didn’t realize you were holding. “So, about that coat…”

He laughed. “It looks good on you!” 

Eir

You took your time to pore over the rows of market goods. You were in no hurry, as you wanted Eir to be able to find you when she returned.

“I just need to grab some apples, I’ll return soon. Wait for me!” She’d said, right before drifting away into the busy crowd. It was a wonder she didn’t get swept up in it.

It was as you were gazing over a particularly intricate sculpture when you felt a rough arm wrap around your waist, sending a jolt down your spine. You spun around and swatted the hand away.

“Excuse me!” You exclaimed at the one who touched you. Before you stood an unshaven, burly man with a disgusting grin on his face. Two of his teeth were missing.

“Aw, what’sa matter? Come on now, come home with me, I’ll show’ya a good time.” His grin widened. He stepped forwards. “Whad’ya say?”

You stepped back, your voice harsh. “No, kindly leave me alone. I already have someone.”

He continued his advance, sizing you up like a chunk of meat.  “I think you’d best stay quiet and come with me. If you’re good, I might even pay you…”

His eyes flicked up and focused behind you. “Oi. Get out of here. This don’t concern you.”

You looked behind you to see Eir standing behind you, bag of apples in hand. She did not look happy.

“Kindly remove your filthy hands from my partner.” Her voice rang out, clear, cold, and commanding. You shuddered. She never, ever used that voice with you. It was just like her mother’s.

The man threw back his head. “Grah ha ha ha! And what are you gonna do about it, huh girle?”

Suddenly, the air turned cold. Eir stepped forwards, past you, and grabbed the mans wrist. She leaned in and whispered something into his ear. His face turned white, his eyes widened. Eir leaned back and watched him, maintaining her firm hold on his wrist. 

“Eir? What in the world did you…” You reached out to place your hand on her shoulder.

She turned her head. “I’m showing him his… Wait, no!” 

Your hand connected with her skin. An onslaught of images masqueraded through your head. Dark alleyway, bathed in torchlight. Voices shouting. Surrounded. The man, the one who had grabbed you, was on the floor, begging and pleading for his life. But he was different somehow. Tangled hair, tattered clothes, lines etched roughly into his face. He was… Was he older?  Whispers began to fill your ears. They were saying… Numbers? Who’s voice is that? Your chest tightened. Dread slithered its way into you, taking hold of your thoughts.

You gasped, falling ungraciously onto your rear end. The market. A few curious people were beginning to gather. Eir still stood, her grip on the man remained. She was looking at you, worry etched in her face. The man was shaking. He had turned completely white. Eir released her grip and he fell to his knees, coughing for air.

“Wh- What was that?” You choked out.

“That man… Now knows the exact date and circumstances surrounding his death.” She said, helping you up. “He will not bother you again.”

“Oh, I- I see…”

“I’m sorry. Was it too much?” She brushed off your shoulders. “I simply wanted to make sure he couldn’t harm you.”

“No, I’m grateful, really! And besides, the way he was speaking,” You shuddered. “I suspect this isn’t the first time he’s done something awful to someone on their lonesome. He had it coming.” You took her hand. “We should leave, people are staring.”

“Mm. We should.” The two of you pushed your way past the whimpering man, through the gathering crowd. As terrifying as she could be, you somehow felt a lot safer having Eir near you.

[darkvolley]

Okay, before I start this utter garbage post about me making fun of and being embarrassed by my old org kid ocs lemme say that back then I shipped AkuRoku cuz, I mean c'mon, I was like 12. I'm sure like 75% of us shipped AkuRoku when we were 12. But I know now that it is not okay cuz of the age difference so please don't let who I was at 12 effect how you view me now that I'm 20 and actually get why it's not okay.

So with that out of the way let's start with exactly that! (I would add a read more but I'm on mobile for this post :/)

(Yes this all in Adventure Time style, I was good at it at the time) We got Hikari and Akio. Ah yes, the ever common KH oc named Hikari. I remember Akio's name came from the dad from Clannad, which I don't actually remember if I was watching Clannad at the time, I think I watched that in 7th grade... Yeah, I did. They're designs are actually pretty okay, maybe I could repurpose them for different ocs in the future.

There's a whole list off to the side with the other ships' kids. I really don't remember ever shipping LuxLarx, but I must of. Wait why the fuck is there kids for LuxLarx, MarLarx, and MarVex??? Why did I do that!?!?! I really did ship XigXal tho, huh? It's written as Xiglan, but trust me I remember who Nagisa's parents are. Why did I ship that tho? I do remember having a HayKai kid, but I can't remember what her name was since I apparently didn't write it down. I really don't remember ever shipping Penlette either. Okay, moving on!

We got XemSai kids and one LuxLarx daughter even tho there's supposed to be two. I didn't remember Tsuki ever existing until I saw her again! She was a little monster! Just an absolutely little devil gremlin!!! Oh my god, I just realized... I've been making the exact same little sister oc since I was 12... All little sisters is the same.

Taiyo just legit looks exactly like Isa. I was so not creative. I mean, I'm still not creative, but just in different ways now. And Erlane looks like she's got some Squid Girl hair going on. Whatever that outfit is I like it. Moving on!

Oh... oh god... oh no... the surpressed memories... they're coming back... Not... the MarVex kids!!!! Even's just literally fucking Even!!! And I'm still salty Lauriam isn't canonically Lumaria! It's much prettier! But wtf is that kid tho. Why does he look like he lives on a farm...? Maybe that was the point, ya know, Marluxia flower power and all. I just have no recollection of Hana or anything about her tho.

Some of the kids are missing apparently. I just never drew all of them. I swear I had a drawing or two of Nagisa. I actually liked her too. I ended up taking a bit of her in spirit to make my other oc Spatia, but I don't even know if I'm gonna keep her anymore thanks to the KH3 epilogue. She was probably just never meant to be... Moving on!

Wh-wheapons...? I really just combined the parents' weapons for most of the kids, huh. They're kinda creative at least. I have a weird knack for making interesting weapons so I got that going for me. Frozen Petal looks really cool. Ya gotta admit that combining Marluxia and Vexen's powers to get a weapon called Frozen Petal is like, spot on.

It's a shame I didn't draw Myde or Ienzo. I kinda remember them tho and I think they were legit just copies of Demyx and Zexion, with maybe eye color changes? God that is... that is- that is not how making kids works. Masashi Kishimoto take note, this is not how you do it. I don't even get how their weapons are supposed to work. The sitar looks like a violin... sorta. I should consider that me insulting myself since I played violin! I feel like the book would just get wet too. Like, a book is useless if it's wet. That's a counter-productive weapon.

Relena's cards I'm guessing are just copies of Luxord's, but Erlane's is interesting. They're lightning boomerangs. I dunno how that would work, but I'm lovin' it. Give Larxene boomerangs in KH4! Or, I guess Elrena, but she's got a Keyblade now.

Speaking of that! I do recall story stuff about Akio's chakrams like sort evolving into a Keyblade. I guess Riku's original sword did that, but I thought it was a Keyblade the whole time. Lea really did get a Keyblade tho, huh... just like his son gkgngkfnfm XD I did it first tho, Nomura pay me! I swear I know I did this before 3D came out!

Anyway, I actually think Hikari's weapon is really creative. I remember I didn't want to give her a Keyblade just because she used light like Roxas, so I thought, angels are related to light, so angel feathers!

I don't know who the fuck Nigel is.... Oh wait fuck no I do!!!!! Oh Nigel!!!! Nigel!!!!! I did basically the same thing I did with Nagisa and reused bits of him to create Tempest! He was my first XalLux son!! I liked him! He was so cool! He and Tempest basically have the same personality but they're slightly different from each other. The Tempest prototype... oh yeah, Tempest is my new XalLux son(replica actually). I forgot about Nigel... I'm so sorry Nigel. You were the only one that wasn't fucking weird. You were just a cool dude. Holy shit, I forgot about Nigel... I swear I have a really nice drawing of him somewhere. Geez, if anything good came out of this it was me remembering Nigel. Well, Nigel is now Tempest so no need to dwell on him any longer!

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Ta-da! I'm here again :D There is a nasty bug in the bedroom! More specifically, under the sheets. Girl thinks is the chocobro teasing her but oh no! Girl freaks out and the chocobro must deal with the bug and calm her down. What will the chocobros do? Thank you!

YAY !Welcome back! Here’s some tea and cookies, make yourself at home!

I just get a bottle of perfume and they’re dead!

~~~~~

Finally a time to unwinded, the end of the day where you get to cuddle up to your man and just forget the rest of the world exist. Pajamas set on! Pillows fluffed to maximum comfort, and lights down low and…

What was that? Was your sweetie trying to be cute!

~~~~~

Noctis

“Noct…” You giggled, rolling over to press kisses against the the man, and see how far it would take you. Only to find your sweetheart was dead asleep, which shouldn’t have came as a surprise as the moment the man’s head hit the pillow he was gone from the world.

Yet that tickling sensation was still on your bare leg, turning on your bedside table lamp, and pulling back the covers you saw the large bug crawling on your leg.

Now Prince Noctis figured himself a heavy sleeper in his own home, with his beloved next to his side, but one thing that would wake him up without fail was the sound of said beloved screaming. Through a sleep filled mind, Noctis heard you shriek, than felt you toss the covers, before hearing you hit the ground twice as hard despite it being carpeted.

“Sweetie, what’s…”

“There’s a bug in the bed!” You screamed.

Never had Noctis been so awake so quickly, as he jumped from the bed, drawing a sword as he tossed back the covers, yet the bug had latched onto the covers, and with him pulling back the covers it resulted in the bug going with the covers right into the couples face.

Both you and Noctis let out screams of horror, as the bug flew through the air, only to land at your feet. Both of you panicking as you rush from the room, shutting the door behind you as you stuffed towels underneath the door frame to stop it from escaping.

As the two of you sat in the living room, trying to gain the courage to go and finish the job. Only for the two of you to jump as the front door open. If anyone asked if you thought it was the bug, you’d both deny it, but…

You both totally thought it was the bug.

Instead it was Ignis, apparently in the struggle one of your phone’s managed to dial the man, and left him a rather detailed message of the two of you screaming. Thinking the worse he rushed over, only to find it was a bug, that was quickly squashed, flushed down the toilet and the man was gone. Without a glance towards either one of you, he’d be pissed at the both of you that was for sure.

But hey, at least the two of you didn’t have to deal with it.

~~~~~

Prompto

You giggled softly, “Pompom are you trying to tell me something.”

Prompto looked up from his phone where he was currently in a raid in King’s Knight, “What was that?”

You blinked in confusion, grabbing your own phone as you turned on the light, peeking underneath the covers. It was almost comical as you performed a double take, taking a picture, then slowly climbed from the bed, walking to the other side of the bed as you pulled your boyfriend from bed.

“What’s wrong?”

You looked to your phone, to the picture of the creature that dare disturb your space, and have the gaul to cuddle between you and your boyfriend like it was some type of adorable Chocobo, and not the hell on Earth that it was. Turning your phone to Prompto, you watched as those blue eyes, widen in panic.

Yet what threw you off, was that Prompto didn’t scream like you expected, he didn’t even let out a whimper. The blonde simply moved over to the closet, pulling out his dufflebag, than moving over to the drawers, grabbing a handful of both your clothes. Dumping them within the suitcase, zipping it, walking over to you, taking your hand and leaving.

Both of you in your matching Chocobo pajamas riding down the elevator, through the front door of your apartment complex, and down the street. All within silence, as you stood before a familiar door, a home away from home as it was. Prompto knocked on the door, as a lady open the door.

“Prompto, Y/n, it’s like 1 in the morning, what are you two doing here?” She muttered.

Prompto held up your phone, the woman glanced to Prompto than you, before stepping aside, motioning you two into the apartment. Setting you two up on an air mattress in the living room, before returning back to bed.

The next morning Prince Noctis awoken, to the smell of blueberry pancakes, shuffling through his living room in his boxers and tshirt, only to stare at the air mattress where his coffee table normally stood. With his best friend and his best friend’s girlfriend, cuddled together sound asleep. Shuffling into the kitchen, he saw his girlfriend making a stack of pancakes, and bacon.

“Morning.” He called pressing a kiss to her cheek, wrapping his arms around her waist.

“Afternoon, sweetie.”

“So any reason, Prompto and Y/n are sleeping in the living room?”

“From what I gathered, a bug was in their bed, so I figured they’ll be here for the next few days.”

Noctis nodded, it obviously made all the sense in the world.

“Now go wake them up, death from Pray Mantis must work up an appetite.”

~~~~~

Gladiolus

You attempted to play hard to get, it was one of your favorite things to do with Gladiolus once in bed, feeling the tickle on your arm, going down your side. When suddenly it dawned on you, Gladiolus hadn’t gotten in the bed yet.

Pulling back the sheets, you were greeted to a house centipede having the nerve to touch you, “Gladiolus!”

Gladiolus quickly rushed into the room, from the joined bathroom, only to have his girlfriend suddenly launch at him. Which he quickly caught, thanks to years of training, but he was not prepared for her to climb him like a tree and latch onto his head.

“Babe, Babe.” Gladiolus called attempting to pry you from his head, only for every time he managed to unlatch a limb, you would hold firm with another limb. “Babe what’s wrong?”

“There’s a bug in the bed!” You screamed, arms wrapped around the top of his head, legs latched onto the broad shoulders.

Gladiolus managed to pull your leg down so that he could see the bed, only to find the house centipede hanging out on the bed, “That’s all?”

“It touched me!”

Gladiolus chuckled, as he stepped back into the bathroom, being certain to duck, so as not to accidentally slam your head into the doorframe. Grabbing some tissue paper before walking back into the bedroom, picking the offensive creature up, before walking back into the bathroom, making sure to duck, before flushing the foul creature down the toilet.

“Better?” He asked moving back into the room, going to climb into bed. Only for you to lean back, almost making him fall over. “What now?”

“I’m not getting in a bed that a bug was in.” You gasped horrified that he would even suggest something like that. “We have to change the sheets.”

“Really?”

You finally scaled down your boyfriend, going into the hallway to get new sheets. Stripping the bed, spraying it down with your lavender scented bed spray, putting on your new sheets, making sure everything was perfect and in place. Only to gasp, as Gladiolus jumped into the bed, messing up all your hard work, while he sat there doing nothing.

“Gladdy…”

“Oh come here.” Gladiolus chuckled, reaching out an arm, dragging you into the bed. “So what does your brave hero get?”

You giggled playfully, “What does he think he deserves?”

“Well your legs around my head, got me thinking.”

~~~~~

Ignis

Something was off, something was extremely off. This was not the beauty that was your Ignis’s graceful touch. This was not the delicate caress of the man you loved. No this was sinister, this was foul!

Snapping on the bedside lamp, you heard Ignis groaned beside you, “Darling?”

“I’m sorry, something touch me…HOLY SHIVA!” You shrieked, as you quickly jumped from the bed. “Ignis, there’s a huge bug in the bed.”

Ignis was wide awake the moment that you panicked, moving from the bed, as he moved over to you. He knew that you had a fear of certain bugs, taking your hand as he softly stroked the back of it. “Here, go get one of the plastic cups, and I’ll relocate him outside.”

You nodded softly, Ignis’s touch drawing you back before you could go into a full panic attack. Stepping from the room, as you went into the kitchen, pulling the recyclable plastic cups from the pantry, as you both needed them when Noctis and Prompto came to visit, along with a paper plate, so that Ignis could move it.

“Iggy.” You called stepping back into the room, finding that he had gotten his glasses.

“Will you be comfortable in here?” Ignis inquired, taking the plate and cup from you.

“I’ll be fine.” You muttered, as Ignis moved the blankets back, showing a large brown beetle sitting in the middle of the bed. Only for it to turn towards the man, as he rose the cup.

Both of you watched in confusion as it rose up, showing it front pincers to the man, before launching forward in flight.

“Fucking Hell!”

You didn’t know what shocked you more, the fact that the beetle could fly, or that Ignis had actually cursed before you, he would alway mutter curses, but this was a loud proclamation. You maybe had to go with the crusing, as Ignis jumped back before you, tossing a dagger at the creature easily piercing it after years of practice.

“Iggy Dear?”

Ignis smooth his bangs from his face, turning towards you, checking you over. “Are you alright. love?”

You nodded softly, apparently he hadn’t realized that he had cursed before you, “I’m fine, yet I think I’ll be shopping for a us a new mattress tomorrow.”

Ignis looked to the dagger in the bed before nodding softly, “I hope you do not mind sharing the couch with me this evening.”

“I’d love it.” You smiled allowing the man to lead you to the living room. After all Ignis cursing was rather hot, and adrenaline was still pumping, maybe you’d see if you could draw a few more curses from him tonight.