#Vagueness is not my thing if I can help it

[whatswrongwithblue]

Girl Talk

Part Two of my Imagines with Angel Dust.

“So Alastor, he’s like all . . .” Angel Dust made strange gestures with his hands above his head, his thumbs pressed to his hair and fingers splayed out, and you were fairly certain he was trying to mimic antlers growing. “. . . murder-y and shit right? Even if he’s at the hotel, you can’t expect us to believe he’s stopped doing all that.”

It was late at night and you and Angel were at the bar, keeping Husk company, and nursing a couple of cocktails.

Alastor had disappeared hours ago, which wasn’t unusual, but it was getting late. You weren’t letting yourself be worried just yet, he was the Radio Demon after all, and could certainly take care of himself. But you couldn’t help being a little on edge. Alastor always came home but still. He could give you an idea of where he had gone off to and what he was doing when he took off like this.

“Why, are you going to tattle to Charlie if I say he is?” you said, a little too defensively.

“Hey, I ain’t no rat,” Angel said, also defensive. “I’m just trying to figure the guy out.”

“He’s still the Radio Demon,” you respond vaguely.

“Oh well that tells me everything.” Angel rolled his eyes.

Husk chuckled, wiping a glass dry.  

“He’s a serial killer and a cannibal. The day that guy stops doing all that is the day I’ll stop drinking and gambling.”

You scowl over the rim of your cocktail.

“You make him sound like a monster when you say it like that.”

Husk raised an eyebrow at you.

“Excuse me if I ain’t your boytoy’s number one fan. ‘Sides, not like anything I said wasn’t true.”

“Hey, he’s not out their killing all willy nilly, right?” Angel offered. “I mean, I pissed him off the other day and he let me go. Val woulda done way worse. So that means he’s got a type, I’m assuming? Like a uh . . . a demographic . . . of people he kills. If you ain’t that, he’ll still be creepy and fucking weird, but you’re probably safe.”

“Probably,” you smirk.

“Whatever,” Husk said with a grumble, and threw his towel over his shoulder, turning his back on the two of you.

“So, about those tentacles-“

“No,” you snapped, cutting off Angel’s sentence before it could be finished.

“Oh come on! You can’t leave me hanging like that!”

You just rolled your eyes and sighed, taking another sip of your drink.

“Oh . . . hanging, now there’s a thought,” Angel pressed on. “So suspensory play, huh? I bet those are really fun for that. Just how talented is the guy with those things? Because I bet with some practice, you could even use them for some interesting kind of Shibari. Or is he unimaginative and just shoves them right up your-“

“Angel, seriously, did you not learn your lesson last time?”

“Oh I learned my lesson all right. I learned how hot it is. So c’mon, admit it,” he teased, leaning closer to you, “you guys are into bondage.”

You laughed, unable to hide the sly smile on your face, but said nothing.

“I guess it makes sense,” Angel continued, “the guy does own souls. He’s probably gotta have that type of control in the bedroom.”

“You just go ahead and let your imagination run wild, my friend,” you said with a giggle.

“Baby, my imagination can run marathons,” Angel bragged. Then suddenly, he turned serious and looked over at you. “Wait, does he own your soul?”

Husk turned around and both men were now looking at you. Knowing both of their predicaments, you almost felt bad for your answer.

“No,” you said quietly.

“NO?!” Angel yelled, slapping his hand down on the bar counter.

‘No,” you repeated.

“But . . . but, that’s what he does. I mean, he even owns Niffty’s soul. So why are you with him-“

“Angel,” you interrupted, putting your hand on his arm. “I’m with him because I love him. Because I choose to be.” You said your words firmly, making sure your point was crystal clear. “And anyway, Alastor’s not the type to sleep with a soul he owns. It’s hard to explain his twisted moral code but he would think that was rude . . . or abusive . . . or just trashy. No offense.”

You knew about Angel’s forced and strained deal with Valentino and felt awkward, exposing the stark differences between your relationship and theirs.

“If I was making him sound like a monster, you’re making him sound like a fucking angel,” Husk said.

“Fair,” you agreed. “So, he’s complicated. But so am I.”

“So you really are into monster fucking. Got it,” Angel said, sounding deadly serious but when you looked at him, you saw the hint of a smile beginning to spread across his face.

“Wellllll,” you said, drawing out the word and giving Angel a side eye, “sometimes he has to blow off some steam. And those antlers are great for holding onto for balance.”

Angel choked on the drink he was taking a sip from.

“Now we’re talking,” Angel replied, eagerly leaning towards you again.

You held up a finger, stopping Angel from invading your space anymore. “That’s more than enough information for now.”

“Let me get this straight. He’s got the tentacles, he’s got the antlers,” Angel listed, holding up a finger for each item on his list. He held up a third finger, looking at you and tilting his head expectantly. “Say, you ever have a threesome with his shadow?”

You felt your face heating up, desperately trying to keep your composure and think of a witty response that wouldn’t give anything more away than your expression was, when thankfully you were saved by the front doors of the hotel slamming open.

Alastor walked in, his usual confident walk more of an exhausted shuffle, and he was covered head to toe in blood and the occasional clump or string of viscera.

“Holy shit buddy,” Angel exclaimed, “looks like you bit off more than you can chew.”

“I’m fine,” Alastor huffed and waved his hand dismissively. “Splendid, really. Just need some cleaning up.”

“Do you need any help?” you asked, sounding more flirty than concerned.

“Down girl,” Alastor replied and tapped you on the head with his microphone as he strode past you. “I’ll see you all in the morning.”

He evaporated into shadow as he reached the staircase.

“If he could just do that, then why’d he have to make a show of walking through the front doors?” Angel complained, “He left bloody footprints all over the lobby!”

“That’s Al’ for you,” Husk said, “Always gotta be dramatic.”

You sat in silence, ignoring the two men’s banter and you gripped the glass of your cocktail, staring at it as if it had your entire focus.

A few moments went by where no one said anything and the lull in conversation became awkward.

“You don’t have to stay down here, you know,” Angel offered. “I can tell you want to go sexually attack him.”

You nodded. “I need to go lick every inch of that man clean,” you said and headed upstairs.

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

There's something I don't understand in Julian's route SPOILER ALERT

When Julian was force fed a plague beetle and got locked in the dungeon to find a cure. Why did he have asra's magic book with him? He doesn't belive in magic and he didn't get visions of the hanged man until he was almost dying. How did he know asra's book had information about the visions he saw before he even got them? I might have misunderstood the whole thing but if not I really would like to read ur opinion of this!

Hi friend! Here's my main guess, and a disclaimer XD

When it comes to the Arcana timeline and lore, truthfully, there's so many inconsistencies and revisions that it's not exactly the kind of plot I'd try to hold any water with. That's without the added complication of six different routes with two endings each, giving us 12 different canons for one story, and a main character written so vaguely that they could be almost any reader. Personally, I find it charming, but for people who like a watertight plot and intricate world building, it can get (understandably!) very frustrating.

To answer your question though, Julian having a magic book in his office starts to make a little more sense in the context of two key parts of his character journey: 1, the Julian we meet in the prologue is also missing memories, and 2, Julian's prejudice against magic doesn't go as far as claiming it isn't real, rather, he belittles it in an attempt to be less afraid of it.

Julian doesn't yet remember the events leading up to the masquerade when the magic book is found in his office - which means he also doesn't necessarily remember the extent to which he was involved with Asra and their search to bring MC back. The book itself, with the mark of magic on it, is implied to have information on it about Patron deals. Asra would have used to it come up with their plan to bring MC back, which means Julian likely wouldn't have been able to take it until Asra was done with it.

This also means that Julian would have been around Asra for some time at that point (long enough to form the close friendship between them and Nadia) and would have seen enough of Asra's magic research to know that it was real, powerful, and effective - and maybe an approach to curing the plague that he'd been avoiding. With source of the plague being Lucio's deals with the Devil (and others), Julian already had many of the puzzle pieces he needed to solve it and both the intelligence and drive to push through.

While the early-route Julian without his memories wouldn't go near magic and would call it silly, late-route Julian with his memories would absolutely borrow a magic book if he had reason to believe it held answers about the plague. Personally, I think that if he'd had the time to do so, Julian would have figured it out eventually on his own without contracting the plague and the near-death experience that let him interact with the Hanged Man. Being infected and confined accelerated the process by removing any other priorities he would've had and opening him to receiving help from a Patron.

The question it leaves me asking, though, is why Lucio felt the need to forcefully infect and imprison his top doctor when he already had everything in place to get a new body. Is it a testament to how cruel and twisted he could get pre-ghost form? Or was it at someone else's request, much like Aisha and Salim's imprisonment seventeen years earlier?

[mingtinysworld]

May I request a Vampire! Seonghwa. This is my first request ever.

Hi!! Thank you sm for requesting. I wasn’t sure what kind of genre you wanted so I tried to do it pretty vague haha. Hope you like it!

Pairing: vampire!seonghwa x gn!reader

Genre: fluff

The music blares around you, making you lose all sense of balance, barely remembering where you are. Your so called friends have abandoned you for far too long, and you can't help but wonder if they'll ever come back. They dragged you to this cheap club, covered in the scent of sex and alcohol which makes you wrinkle your nose in disgust. As you walk around the edge of the dancing bodies you sway slightly, the alcohol in your system being put to work.

Out of nowhere, someone bumps into you causing you to lose your footing. As you stumble a pair of arms swoop around you to hold you up. As you're squished against this stranger's chest, you squint your eyes and take him in as best as possible. Even though your vision is blurry you can tell that he's beautiful. His body feels warm against yours and you can't help but close your eyes and snuggle against him.

The stranger simply lets out a chuckle and directs you toward the exit. As soon as the outside air hits you, you shiver involuntarily. He takes off his own jacket and drapes it over your shoulders, warming you up just the slightest.

"Can I take you home? Where do you live?" He asks.

It takes you a few moments to realize that he was speaking to you. His voice sounded so melodic and smooth, it was like music to your ears.

"I live in the condos on spring hollow street." You manage to get out with a heavy slur.

"Alright you pretty thing, let's get you home." He makes sure that you can stand properly before snaking a polite arm around your waist. As you walk on the empty sidewalk your arm swings back and forth and you hum an unintelligible tune.

"Ok we're at the condo. Which floor and apartment?"

"Hmm I think third floor and apartment 250." You answer with a wrinkle in your forehead.

"You don't sound very sure." He notes, but starts the journey up the elevator nonetheless. Once you're in front of the door he starts rummaging around your bag for the key. He feels as if he's committing a crime but you're pretty much asleep at this point so he has no other option.

You somehow get through the hallway and the living room to your tiny bedroom. He sets you down on your bed and ponders whether he should help you out further or would he be crossing boundaries. He decides on leaving you be, now that you're safe and away from potential harm. As he turns to leave you grab onto his arm, gently pulling back. Your eyes are narrow slits, vision extremely limited.

"Who are you?" You ask in your daze.

"My name is Seonghwa." As you take in his name, his eyes flash red for a split second and he disappears right in front of your eyes. You blink twice, unsure of what you had seen, blaming it all on the alcohol. With sleep calling your name however, you can't help but succumb to it.

~~~

The next morning you wake up with a groan, head pounding from an intense headache. You force yourself to get up and take a nice long shower. After your shower you start brushing your teeth, and as you're repeating the motion you freeze. The toothbrush falls out of your grasp and you gasp with a hand over your mouth.

The stranger.

Seonghwa.

It wasn't a dream, you're sure of it. Yes, you were drunk, but there's no way you simply imagined it all. He found you at the club and made sure you came home safe. And then you remember his eyes and your heart does a somersault. Those ruby red eyes. You shake your head as if you're being silly, even though you know what you saw. Choosing to ignore it, you get ready for your day. It's your turn to take over the store and you head to work with your still existing headache.

You walk around the store, straightening clothes and shoes as you go. You go to storage to grab more boxes and as you're coming back you trip on a pair of shoes. You yelp as gravity pulls you down and your knees meet the floor harshly. You curse as you see all the boxes scattered every which way and you reach to correct them when you feel a near presence. You look behind you at the front desk and nearly scream.

Its him. You know it.

You stand up tentatively and make eye contact with Seonghwa. He's sitting in your chair as if he's a regular. You stare with an open mouth, not sure what to do.

"Sweetheart, you can speak you know." He says in a teasing tone.

"What are you doing here?" You manage to get out a question.

"Well, you see, I simply wanted to check up on you. See how you're doing. I was only curious." He states matter of factly.

"How did you know I worked here?" You question. At this, Seonghwa stiffens slightly and puts on a serious face. He beckons you over and looks around to make sure no one's watching.

"Do you trust me?"

You scoff at him, thinking he's being ridiculous. "Seonghwa, I don't even know you and you expect me to trust you?"

"Ok fair enough. But I promise I mean no harm."

"Okayyy." You trail off uncertainly.

He stands up and wraps an arm around you and you instinctively shrink into yourself. You close your eyes and hear a whooshing sound around you.

"Open your eyes." Seonghwa instructs.

As you open your eyes you stare in awe. You realize that you ended up in a completely different part of the city.

"Seonghwa, did we just teleport?! What-how-huh." You blabber in amazement. He grins at your reaction and just watches on smugly. "What are you?!"

"I'm a vampire." He says nonchalantly.

You blankly stare at him. "Vampires don't exist."

"Oh so then how did we just teleport?" He asks, and you can't help but stutter. You take in his appearance and things start making more sense. His long luscious hair, his smooth pale skin, and when his mouth parts, you can see the thin fangs protruding from his gums. You don't even know how you missed that in the first place. You take a tiny, hesitant step back and Seonghwa immediately notices.

"Don't be scared, I won't hurt you. If anything, I'm fascinated by you. I think you're beautiful." You blush and can't help but look away. He tips up your chin to make sure you look at him and the look in his eyes takes your breath away. They're blown wide and ruby red, and hold so much passion that it feels like there's a heat emanating from him.

"I think you're beautiful too." You admit in a small voice. Seonghwa's face lights up at that and you think you've never seen a smile as beautiful as his. Your heart pounds in your chest and you await his next action.

"I should take you back to work before someone realizes you're missing." Before you can protest he beats you to it. "Don't worry, I'll stay there with you."

He wraps an arm around you once more, this time noticeably tighter, and you two are back at your store. It feels almost comical the way that you have to pretend to be normal. You have a vampire in your vicinity and you just have to get on with work. You count down the minutes until closing time and giddily put the "We're closed" sign up. You look at Seonghwa and it looks like he's been anticipating this as much as you have. You lead him back to your apartment and can't help but think what's in store for you.

"Alright mister vampire, we've got a lot of things to catch you up on."

[seeminglydark]

How did Caro go about figuring out their gender identity when they were on their own? You mentioned that they tried "they" and "he" pronouns before settling on "they" - can you talk about that more?

Sure can! In case theres some reading this who may not have read my comics or know the background but stumbled on my art on accident, ill give a little breakdown of their journey. Caro grew up in a really small town with really restrictive parents. They start out knowing they are not a girl. but not really having any idea what that means exactly, and not having access to the resources or a safe place to find out. They start out using he/him because at the time (16 in most of the stories i show them in their teenage years) they arent actually aware theres more of a spectrum than just a binary, they think being a boy is the only way to not be a girl. Their friend, Sully, while being openly gay and having a bit more of an idea about some things, doesnt know much about gender expression or gender-queerness either, so he does what he can to support what they both think is the right fit. apparently neither if them thinks to go to a library. After sully leaves, Caro is left to struggle on their own. They know they are trans, but they are still nervous about exploring things without someone holding their hand, ptsd from extremely intense helicopter parents perhaps and being kicked out for knowing at the very least, they arent the girl everyone always forced them into. They meet their current agent, Goldie, somewhere around 20 years old, at this point they have not revealed their face or gender even in their podcast (for those who listen, ive kept those things very vague since its supposed to be canonical with their life journey). Goldie encourages them to explore more what feels right to them and helps them get in touch with gender affirming resources, 'He' felt close, but it was never really that aha yes its me! moment. They learn about nonbinary, genderfluid, etc through research and help from other people in the community they meet through Goldie, therapy resources and also people they meet via their podcast. They actually do try out a few things, canonically they go from she to he to genderfluid (any pronoun) to they, which feels the best for them. present day Caro doesnt mind 'he' either, they just mostly stick with They. i WILL be exploring this in the podcast, so that story will be told in more detail as time goes on as well. Bonus answer: the reason why i wrote their journey like this, is because Caro is how i explored MY gender identity. They started out as a tool i used to try on different hats and research in a safe space (a fictional character), meet and talk with people to find what gender expression worked best for me, also going from she to he to fluid (any) to nonbinary (they.) i did not have restrictive parents or come from a small town, but im in my 40s, and there wasnt a lot of resource available where i grew up for trans kids in the 90s. i knew i wasnt a girl, and for me, boy seemed like my only other option until i learned that gender is not a binary and i actually had many ways i could go, until i found what felt right to me. and honestly, it was as simple as someone calling me 'They' in passing because they werent sure how to refer to me. Hit me like a ton of bricks. I was in my mid thirties and frankly, it was so relieving to finally have a pronoun that felt like ME! I think perhaps it was as simple for Caro as well. Unforch I cant give you a solid answer as to WHY they felt right for me or Caro. i just know it did, i think perhaps that an individual feeling for everyone who is figuring things out. Some people just KNOW, and others like me, know *something* and find out what the means for them along the way. <3

[skitterhop]

animation tips

arcs are the single most important thing. if something looks weird or wrong the first thing you should check are your arcs.

(assuming 24 fps) animating on 2s is perfect most of the time. don’t worry about it too much, just focus on spacing. if you can get the spacing right then you’re golden.

1s are useful for when you need something to happen a little quicker. throwing a 1 in can also be useful for defining arcs more when they need it. i try to use 1s sparingly, 2s are good enough most of the time.

1s can also be used to make motions feel smoother, but i personally don’t use them for this purpose very often.

smears go on 1s. smears are for when something is happening faster than 1 frame, so holding on them for longer defeats this purpose.

3s are great for when you need to hold on a frame for a tiny bit longer. i like putting them on or around key poses that need a little emphasis. like 1s, i find them more effective when used sparingly.

4s+ are for brief pauses/holds in a motion, or for when you’re animating something intentionally choppy. i don’t usually put multiple of these in a row unless it’s the latter.

all that said…do whatever you want! these aren’t hard rules, just vague guidelines i hold in my mind while animating since it helps me get results i like quickly. there will always be exceptions to just about any animation tip that exists so just try to do what looks good to you.

[urfavstonr1]

Unsweetened Lemonade

Series- Delicious In Dungeon

Pairings- Chilchuck Tims/reader

Word Count- 3670

Content Warnings- Trauma, loss of a child, kissing?

“This is where the red dragon has been prowling apparently.” Marcille states, looking around the crumbling city of level 5.

“Do we have a plan to take this thing down?” (Y/N) asks, looking around the city walls, observing their surroundings and hoping to come up with any ideas.

Walking further into the city the party spots an arch, “If we lure the dragon through there, Marcille can use her magic to explode the arch and take down the dragon long enough to kill it.” Laius speaks his thoughts.

“Well, let’s set up camp and get prepared for this then.” (Y/N) nods to her words and looks around to the party for their thoughts, all in agreement. Finding a place to set up, (Y/N) lights a fire and gets to helping Senshi make dinner.

“So (Y/N), what made you become an adventurer?” Marcille asks, looking to the (H/C) bard, “I thought you were training to be a court magician?” “Heh, yeah. That’s always what my mother wanted but… I couldn’t stay there. So here I am, it felt like the best thing I could do with my magic you know?” (Y/N) answers, trying to answer while staying as vague as she could.

“I know how that is.” Marcille smiles at (Y/N), nudging her with her elbow, “I’m sure your husband misses you though.”

(Y/N)’s expression turns sour, “Yeah… I don’t think he does.” she murmurs, looking away from Marcille and back to the task at hand.

Chilchuck’s ear perks at the mention of (Y/N)’s husband, he had assumed she was just a childish bard who came down here for shits and giggles. Was she also running away from something? Shaking the thoughts from his mind he watched over Senshi’s shoulder as he cooked, the delicious aroma flooding the room. He didn't notice how hungry he was till now.

“That smells great Senshi! I can’t wait to eat.” (Y/N) beams at the dwarf, handing him the final ingredients she had prepared. “I’m gonna go fill my water skin, I’ll be back!” She announces to the party before retreating from the room. Walking through the halls to find a water fountain, water spilling from the mouth of a lion and into the basin.

Foot steps behind her made her jump at least a foot into the air, looking over her shoulder to see brown eyes and short chestnut hair she breathes out a sigh of relief, “You scared the shit out of me Chilchuck.”

“You shouldn’t go out by yourself, you don’t know what's out here.” he mutters, positioning himself next to (Y/N) to fill his water skin as well.

“Awe you were worried about me~” (Y/N) teases with a chuckle, “I appreciate it.”

Chilchuck scoffs, “We can’t afford to lose a party member right now, not with the fight that’s coming up..”

(Y/N) rolls her eyes with a smile, “I’ll be fine, I survived by myself to the third level. It’s you I’m worried about.”

His ears burn red with a blush, trying not to look at the mage beside him, “And why is that?”

“You said it yourself that you don’t fight, I just don’t want anything to happen to you.” (Y/N) explains, trying to conceal her own blush as they brush shoulders.

“Just worry about yourself.” He pulls his full waterskin from the basin and seals it. Over the past week the two had somehow ended up awake together during night watch, (Y/N) trying to run from her dreams and Chilchuck finding himself unable to sleep until she would begin practicing on her guitar. Each melody lulling him to sleep as if he never had issues falling asleep.

“Why do you crochet all this stuff, it feels unnecessary.” Chilchuck had asked one night, watching (Y/N) thread the yarn together into another scarf.

“I like to leave these to dead adventurers, they may not know who left them or why but seeing those same people wear them when they are resurrected makes me feel good.” (Y/N) explains, her expression warm with care as she made each stitch.

“Huh..” Chilchuck utters, his eyes flashing from her warm smile back down to the scarf.

“I worry cause I don’t know what I’d do without our nightly chats, I think it’d drive me crazy.” (Y/N) laughs, pulling her own waterskin from the basin, “Let's get back to the party, I’m sure dinner is done and I’m starving.”

Little did she know her words seemed to strike a cord in Chilchucks heart, turning his cheeks red just listening to her laugh, “Yeah.”

(Y/N) tried her hardest not to notice the way her heart beat around him, shaking her head of thoughts of him, his life outside of the dungeon, and the blooming friendship she found herself. Or the blooming feelings she had for him.

Returning to the party they were met with their servings of dinner, and so gratefully did (Y/N) accept hers, always eager and excited to try Senshi’s new dish. Moaning at the taste of tonight's dinner, “This is absolutely amazing!” she said between bites. Scarfing down the meal she couldn’t get enough of.

Each sensual moan from (Y/N) sent a shock down Chilchucks spine, distracting him from his own meal.

“I’m glad you’re enjoying it.” Senshi mused, smiling at the (H/C) haired bard who smiled back, her chubby cheeks stuffed with food like a hamster. “Anything to help get a youngin like yourself the proper nutrients for a growing body.”

Her expression soured as she swallowed the food in her mouth, “I’m not a kid!” she fumed, letting out an exasperated groan.

“Just how old are you now?” Marcille asked, trying to remember how old she was during their time at school together.

“I’ll be 28 next month, I feel like you should know this.” (Y/N) sighs with irritation.

“You really are just a kid.” Chilchuck laughs, “For an elf I thought you’d be older.”

“Well I’m not, and I’m not a full elf either, thought you’d pick up on that already.” (Y/N) rolls her eyes, finishing her food and leaning back on her hands.

“You’re not?” Laius ask confused, “I thought you were short for an elf but I figured it was an age thing.”

“Ugh, no. I’m half half-foot. I reached maturity at 14 like any other half-foot.” (Y/N) explains, looking into the fire as her mind wanders.

“Well you sure act like a child.” Chilchuck mumbles.

“Say that again!” (Y/N) growls, glaring at the lock picker beside her.

“I’m just saying, an adult wouldn’t throw a temper tantrum over having to cross a lake.” Chilchuck reiterates, glaring back at (Y/N).

“Oh so adults aren’t allowed to be scared? Senshi literally threw a fit over having water walking cast on him!” (Y/N) nearly yelled, sitting up straight as rage filled her body.

“He’s never experienced magic before! You are a grown adult with an irrational fear of water!” Chilchuck feels his voice turn into a yell as he watches (Y/N) stand and begin to walk away.

“I’m not fucking doing this right now.” (Y/N) growls as she stomps out of the room.

“What did I tell you about leaving on your own!?” He yells after her, scrambling to get off the floor and go after her.

“Fuck you!” (Y/N) yells back, hearing his footsteps behind her, “Can you just leave me alone!?” She turns to glare down at him, only for the half-foot who had run after her to crash into her, knocking them both back onto the ground with a grunt.

(Y/N) groans as she tries to sit back up only to be held down by the weight of Chilchuck who sat silently stunned at their position. In their fall his face had ended right in her boobs, his face a bright red as he tried to think of his next actions. Reaching his hand to stabilize himself only to find his hand on squishy cotton. Wait, squishy cotton? He gave a squeeze only to hear a muffled moan.

He quickly scrambled away from her, panting as he stared at her flushed face with wide eyes. “I-I’m so sorry!” He stutters out. Trying to ignore the growing bulge in his pants. (Y/N) sat in stunned silence, staring back at him in bewilderment. Carefully moving to crawl closer to him.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to it was an accident!” Chilchuck blurts out apologizes as she crawls closer.

“Shhh shut up.” She mumbles bringing a hand to his cheek, pulling his face to hers in a slow kiss. His cheeks burned brighter as he closed his eyes, leaning into the kiss that soon became more heated. (Y/N) biting at his bottom lip before pulling away panting, a string of saliva connecting their lips.

When she opened her eyes again she was met with familiar dark brown orbs staring back at her.

“W-what was that for?” Chilchuck panted out, trying to sort out his running thoughts.

“I don’t know! I-“ (Y/N) looked away as she tried to bring back her brain from the fog of lust, “something just. Took over me… I couldn’t help myself..” she speaks quietly only for two hands to grab her cheeks and bring her in for another kiss. (Y/N) moans into the kiss as the kiss deepens, his tongue moving past her lips to meet her own.

A voice echoed through the hall that pulled them back to reality and away from each other.

“Chil? (Y/N)?” Marcilles voice rang through the corridor, “You guys have been gone for a while and we got worried.”

“Yeah we’re fine!” (Y/N) called back to her, her eyes never leaving Chilchucks even as she stood and brushed herself off, offering him a hand to stand. “I tripped but it’s all good.”

Chilchuck took her hand to stand and looked to Marcille, “Just making sure she didn’t hurt herself.”

They walked back to camp without another word, (Y/N) once again took first watch while everyone got ready for bed. As the first hour passed (Y/N) found herself digging through her bag, retrieving a bottle of wine she had been storing. Tonight felt like a good night to finally pop it open. Taking the first sip she let out a laugh as a certain half-foot sat next to her.

“You should be sleeping.” she mused, offering him the bottle which he gratefully drank from.

“And you shouldn’t be drinking but here we are.” Chilchuck chuckled as he handed the bottle back.

(Y/N) took another swig before letting out a sigh, “It felt like a good time to crack it out. Cool my nerves before we have to fight that fucking dragon.”

Chilchuck nods, looking at (Y/N) as she stares at the fire. “Alright, spit it out. What's on your mind.”

“What’s that? Chilchuck tims wanting to hear about my personal life?” She laughs again, looking at him with a smile before shaking her head, “Far too much with far too little time to figure it out.”

“Well… maybe I can help you figure it out.” he felt his cheeks heat up again, looking down to the fire.

“Honestly? My son…” She took a much bigger drink this time, taking the bottle from her lips with a pop.

“How old is he?” His voice was quiet, tenderly trying to navigate the conversation.

(Y/N) shook her head, “He uh. He was a week old.” she passed the bottle back to the half-foot beside her, “His name was Gaelin… my sweet little Gaelin…”

“What happened?” Chilchuck asked, looking back to her now melancholic expression.

She shrugs, “We don’t know… they say he passed in his sleep.” She clears her throat, trying to keep her tears from spilling, “And losing a baby is hard on a marriage, not that he truly loved me anyway.” She gives a laugh. He looked at her confused as he handed the bottle of wine back, “It was arranged by my mother. After my father died and school was finished she was quick to have me married. He was a high standing elf in the court, only touched me to conceive our son.”

“That fucking sucks.” the words spilled from his mouth, earning him a laugh from (Y/N).

“That’s life I suppose. He left, my mother despised me for it, so I ran. Came here to finally put my magic to good use.” She explains, wiping a tear from her cheek while pulling her legs into her chest.

“I’m sorry that happened to you.” Chilchuck hesitantly reaches out to grab her hand, offering her comfort the best he knew how to.

“It’s in the past now, time is an arrow that doesn’t stop for anyone.” (Y/N) smiles at him, squeezing his hand.

The two sat in silence, forgetting the mostly empty bottle of wine. The night drew on as they stared at the fire. Chilchuck opened his mouth to speak before closing it again.

“Can I hear your new song? You still haven’t played for us.” he asks quietly, finally looking to the (H/C) haired mage.

“That song is kinda intense for while the party is sleeping, but I have a lullaby. Maybe it finally put you to sleep.” She laughs, letting go of his hand to dig through her back for her guitar.

As soon as she let go he found himself missing the feeling of her hand in his, what was once warm connection now was cold and lonely, why did she of all people make him feel like this?

Sitting back next to him she began strumming the strings in a soft melody, taking a deep breath before beginning her lullaby, “My sun, my moon, my darling dear,

kind Freya's gift to me.

The disirs dance around you and marvel at your bring.

Hamingja gives you happiness for all the joy you bring,

may Tyr please gift you courage and wisdom Memir brings.

May Loki give you clever wit and Thor to give you strength.

May Odin smile on you and Fenrir at your flank.

As Nott is flying overhead, please wish her a goodnight and let them all watch over you, they gifted you to life."

As she finished she looked up to be met with wide, tired eyes.

“That was amazing…” he mutters, staring at her in amazement as she set her guitar to the side.

(Y/N) smiles, “I sang that song to Gaelin every night… I can't help but wonder what I did wrong to lose him.” She lets out a tsk, glaring down at the floor, “Just another way the gods said fuck you.” picking up the once forgotten bottle and chugging down the rest.

“You did nothing wrong, the first week is always the hardest. Anything could’ve happened.” Chilchuck reassures her, holding out his hand again; he wasn’t great with emotions but he was trying his best. Trying his best for her.

“Thanks Chilchuck..” She took his hand again, sitting closer to him than before.

“Chil. Chilchuck is too formal. Especially now.” he chuckles, feeling her lay her head on his shoulder.

“Thank you Chil… you’re a good friend.” her words were quiet, smiling as he laid his head atop her own. She didn’t know it but those words made his heart flutter and yet hurt at the same time.

“Anytime (Y/N).” he felt his eyes grow heavy as they sat there in silent bliss.

The ground shook, jolting the sleeping party awake. (Y/N) woke with a gasp and shook her sleeping partner awake.

“The dragon..” Laius scrambled out of his sleeping bag as he spoke.

“Fuck…“ (Y/N) sucks in a breath through her teeth as she tries to assemble herself for the upcoming battle.

The party hurriedly got to the positions for the fight, (Y/N) bracing herself with her guitar and dagger, hiding to the side waiting for the dragon to arrive. As the steps got closer the party tensed, feeling the vibrations through the ground, rumbling them to their bones.

Before she could think she heard the explosion of Marcille’s magic, taking down the archway and bringing the dragon down with it, peeking over the rock she had hid herself behind to find the dragon buried under the rubble. Breathing a sigh of relief until it got caught in her throat.

The dragon pulled itself up from the crash and let out a blood curdling roar, aiming its fiery breath at the blondemage above it.

“Shit shit shit!” (Y/N) was running into the pathway before she could realize where her legs were carrying her, aggressively strumming the strings of her guitar, channeling all of her mana into her voice and guitar as she began to sing, hoping to distract the dragon and take it down.

“I’ve got a river running right into you

Ive got a blood trail, red in the blue

Something you say or something you do

A taste of the devine

Youve my body flesh bone

Yeah

The sky above me

Earth below

Raise up again

Take me past the edge

I want to see the other side!”

Her efforts were fruitless, while yes distracting the dragon its anger now turned to her, her spell had no effect on the beast. Taking in one more breath to let out a scream, trying her damnedest to bring down the dragon like she once did with the kelpie.

As fire rained down she was scooped out of the way, sliding behind a rock to shield them from the fire. Nodding a thanks to Laius before looking over the rock to the dragon that clambered clumsily through the corridor.

“Don't move” Laius breathes out, looking up as the dragon walked over them, the sword in his hand ready to pierce the inverse scale. Quiet clanking erupted from the sword before it flew from his hand.

The dragon looked down at the sword before looking at the hiding party, clicking its tongue to light another fire. “RUN!” (Y/N) called out, desperation in her voice.

“Under its belly!” Laius instructs, sprinting for his life to hide under the dragon.

“Damn you Laius!” Chilchuck yelled as they ran.

“Look I’m sorry ok!?” Laius’ voice was strained as he came to a stop under the dragon.

“There are not enough curse words in the common language! Ponza! Tornado! Unerma! Poojam!” Chilchuck yelled at the Tall-man, glaring at him while he cursed at him in several language (Y/N) didn’t understand.

“Please don't cuss at me in a language I don't speak Chilchuck.” Laius cried.

“Do you have any plans, genius?” Chilchuck tried to keep his anger to a minimum.

“Guys, it looks really mad.”(Y/N) finally speaks, pointing to the dragon as it looks under at them.

“This way! Lets run out the tail side!” Laius yells over his shoulder as they begin to run, stopping in his tracks as the dragon rams its tail into the building, destroying the wall. “On second thought…”

“We’re so fucked…” (Y/N) sighs, looking behind them at the dragon.

“This is where we live now… under the red dragon's crotch.” Chilchuck says in shock, wondering if this would be how he died.

An explosion caught the dragon’s attention, leaving an opportunity to attack. Senshi swings his axe down on its foot, only to shatter on impact.

“Laius, throw me!” (Y/N) demands, pulling her dagger from her belt, “It’s not much but if i can reach the scale.” She looks up as the dragon moves, kicking them all away. (Y/N) sat in desperate thought, trying to think of anything to take the damn thing down.

Laius runs past her, stabbing the dragon’s foot with Senshi’s knife, “Wow! It really pierced through the scales!”

The dragon let out another roar as it tried to step on it’s attackers, backing the party away with each step.

(Y/N) grunts before readying her guitar once again and running under the dragon, ‘I need to give this one more try.’

“(Y/N) wait!” Chilchuck yells after her.

She took in a labored breath before screaming the lyrics again, ‘this is the rest of my mana, but i have to do this!’

“RAISE ME UP AGAIN

TAKE ME PAST THE EDGE

I WANT TO SEE THE OTHER SIDE!”

Strumming her guitar with all her might

“WONT YOU SHOW ME WHAT ITS LIKE”

As she played, Senshi ran past her, diving for Laius’ sword. The dragon’s foot came down, crushing him to the ground.

“NO” (Y/N) screamed, the dragon stumbled, giving enough time for Chilchuck to grab the knife from its foot and throw it, piercing its eyes and causing a scream like roar to erupt from its throat. The dragon crashed into the wall, tumbling the building down with it.

“LAIUS CATCH!” he screams, trying to lift the sword from the ground, all of his efforts stopped at the sword clung to the cobblestone floor.

Seshi grunts, pulling the sword from the ground and throwing it at Laius. Catching it Laius gets off the ground, running into the hole in the wall to find Marcille. “Senshi get up, we have to move!” (Y/N) cries, trying to lift him off the floor with the help of Chilchuck so they could run.

Laius yells as he’s launched onto the dragon clinging to the side of its head as it slammed him into another wall. The dragon bites down on his leg causing Laius to drop down, taking the opportunity to stab its inverse scale.

The dragon lets out one final roar before crashing to the ground. Everyone heaved a sigh of relief at it’s death. Marcille runs from the building to Laius’ side, looking at his now missing leg. (Y/N) help’s get Senshi off the ground before running to Laius as well.

“Shit ok we can heal this, right Marcille? We can fix this!” (Y/N) looks at his wound with panic.

“(Y/N) you’re out of mana.” Marcille shakes her head.

“I can do it, if I can’t do this then what use am I?” She snaps, looking around for his leg. Lining it together she holds out her hands, taking in labored breaths as she channels the last of her mana to reattach and heal his leg. Watching the skin reconnect was the last thing she saw before the world went black.

[twstfanblog]

Ooh, ooh!

I wanna know your family headcanons for most/some of the guys beyond the vague confirmations of who's got one parent/both.

Like, names of those confirmed with siblings their names/personalities, maybe something on what you think is up with Vil's mom/Deuce's dad?

God the WORLD BUILDING that's still locked in my fucking head. Just know I've been going through everyone and I've got most of the boys unnamed family figured out. Most don't have names yet but I have made moves onnsome of them to give them large extended families like Jamil.

Lord Vil's mom. If I remember correctly, he mentions her in his birthday robes card? And he does not care for her. So the split between her and Eric was messy enough that Vil has a neutral/negative opinion of her. The way the headcanon is shaping up is that she started dating Eric for clout in her own budding acting career. But once she had Vil, she treated him more like a prop than her child, and Eric took issue with that. I could see her trying to have split custody but being only able to have visitation rights that she does not use.

Deuce's dad can go many a ways if only because I don't think he's ever talked about??? So, Mr. Spade's character is free real estate based on the AU I put him in. Some of them I have him as an excited dad to be who sadly passes before Deuce is born. Others I have him as a deadbeat who walked out on his wife after she gave birth. One thing I've kept though is that Granny Spade is Deuce's paternal grandmother who steps in to help Dylla when Deuce's dad leaves. They hardcore bond and Dylla just starts calling her mom now.

Bonus round. RIDDLE'S DAD. I believe it was confirmed somewhere that Riddle's parents aren't divorced, and he knows both of them. They're just...I'm calling it separated. Riddle's dad hasn't lived with him and his mom since Riddle was really young, but he sees him at like event dinners for charities. I also canon they're so separated that Riddle's mom just legally changed her and Riddle's last name to her maiden name. They aren't divorced, though.

So, since he has like no non shitty adults in his immediate family, I gave him a maternal uncle based off of the Dodo. He was disowned by the family, and Riddle's mom never talks about him, but Riddle learns about him in his third year. Uncle Dodo is very irresponsible and does not think shit through, but Riddle can tell he does things that he believes will make others happy. Riddle just has to be real quick in explaining that no, the fire hose would NOT water the roses faster.

[spacedustmantis]

i made a flag for myself!

Schrödinger's Identity

a flag for people whose identity and labels are nebulous or nonexistent up until the moment that they become immediately relevant. can apply to gender, sexuality, romantic orientation, etc.

further explanation under the cut.

‼️disclaimer: please keep in mind that though this might seem like a joke, it's really not. i don't mind people finding entertainment in this or joking around good-naturedly, but know that this reflects my own experiences and feelings, and be respectful.‼️

feel free to use and spread however you please :3

in my own experience this is something that is especially prevalent regarding asexuality and aromanticism, where due to how vague and ambiguous and fluid my attraction to people is, i only explicitly identify as aroace/alloace/alloaro whenever using one of those labels is helpful/required/easier than saying "oh i share some of the experiences of aroace people but i don't really experience such a thing as a stable and consistent identity, so using the label as a be-all/end-all thing would feel restrictive". similarly with gender and filling out forms where people ask for my gender, or when i wanna lament being a lesbian because women are too pretty and will kill me one day. with their beauty.

explanation of the colours:

orange: the joy of experimentation

yellow: self acceptance

white: lack of (solid/unambiguous) identity

purple: (making peace with) the mystery/the unknown

black: disconnect from rigid labels

[linka-from-captain-planet]

I have been in my mind palace, building my pretend Florrick-Ulder Buddy Cop dollhouse and filling it with my favorite things: drama, female background characters and crackships thereof, and elaborate Mad Libs stories cobbled together from vaguely-defined Lore. Also, a special guest star: Helia, the halfling werewolf character scrapped early in development

Brain dump below

as usual, Lore Mistakes are just part of the AU so I'm not worried about it

The first question is of course "when could it have been possible for Florrick and Ulder to Buddy Cop Adventure together?" Placing Ulder at about 55 years old as of 1492, if I wanted him to be about 20 during the adventure (a few years of "adult" life under his belt, but a Fist grunt still, yearning for a role model), that would take me back to 1457.

Florrick's age is less important to nail down, but according to my headcanon placing her around 125 years old in 1492, she'd be around 90 in 1457. I'm still workshopping exactly what I think her life course was in Baldur's Gate - my firm headcanon is that she was born and raised in the Forest of Tethir, and left as a young adult to pursue travel and magical education, but when exactly she ended up in the Gate and what exactly she was up between then and ~1480 is TBD. Regardless, by 1457, she's long since completed a wizardry apprenticeship, and having attained the rank of Flaming Fist Manip, she has young Ulder under her command.

Landing the timing in 1457 is convenient, because upon googling the historical events of Baldur's Gate, I found that there was as significant event around 1450: the attempted coup by Duke Valarken, in which he was supported by a group of lycanthropes in his attempt to overthrow the Council of Four and become sole leader of Baldur's Gate. Following this, the Parliament of Peers was formed and the office of Grand Duke, created. Certainly, the ensuing decade or so was a time of great turmoil as the dust settled - the perfect time for the dynamic duo and a friendship of a lifetime to form.

That timing and event is also convenient, because what other female background character am I in love with, whom I also lightly ship with my beloved Florrick?

Dalyria - according to her journal, once the Physician General to the Parliament. When exactly she was turned and enslaved by Cazador is unknown, but it must have been sometime after 1450 for her title to even exist. Which means she could certainly have "gone missing" in, say, 1457, and, say, leave a lover reeling and desperate for closure...

This setup is great because it gives Florrick and Ulder something to be buddy-cop about: a high-profile missing persons case, with perhaps more of a heart than Florrick wants to share with this kid, and a dynamic formative event for the young Ravengard.

With limited clues to go off of, the streets teeming with the big and little fishes of the city snapping up whatever scraps of power they can find, etc etc etc, obviously Florrick and Ulder would need companions in this quest.

So, who else could have been a) alive and b) active and c) potentially helpful and/or suspicious in Baldur's Gate in 1457?

Obviously Jaheira is always around for whatever bullshit is assailing the city she has, perhaps, only recently settled in permanently to take over an old family home and, perhaps, raise some orphans. Certainly, she'd answer the call to help her old uh *cough* friend Florrick in her time of need. Could the Bhaalists be back at it, aiming to pick off the parliament one by one? Not on Jaheira's watch!! At about 110 years old, Jaheira is also probably in her MILF prime at this point (before ascending to her GILF prime in BG3). Not relevant, just FYI.

On the 'suspicious' front, we have Araj Oblodra, eccentric apothecary of the Lower City. Living in exile since her House was cast into the Clawrift in 1358 (an event she was alive, but not present, for), perhaps Araj is unduly invested in finding the vampire coven physician general, and her alchemical skills as well as proficiency as a rogue are too compelling to pass on, sketchy as she is. I didn't get much farther than that, but she's sexy and I love her, so she gets to be a main character.

In my mind, the ideal "party size" would be 5, so who else? There are a few other options - Volo is certainly around somewhere and definitely not minding his business, Elminster must be lurking as usual, Abdel Adrian probably cares about this, etc - but I just didn't want any more elves or wizards. But wait, did I say lycanthropes were behind the failed coup?

You know who's a werewolf? Helia, the halfling bard orgin/companion scrapped early on in development. Listening to her datamined dialogue, she seems to have been a scrappy, no-nonsense kind of gal and an older lady in 1492, so a young woman in 1457. Pending more research on the context of werewolves/lycanthropes in the Forgotten Realms world, but perhaps she's been wrongly imprisoned since the failed coup. Perhaps, suspecting a second attempt by the same group could be behind the attack on the parliament, she's busted out of prison by a pair of enterprising young Fists, promising a chance to earn her freedom.

This will probably just remain a Concept, so I don't want to get myself bogged down in Plot, but there's really only one conclusion:

In the end, the investigators are thwarted by Cazador Szarr, who is too wealthy and powerful to convince the Parliament and Council to take on. The case of the missing Physician General is closed - ruled a suicide, likely, based on bunk evidence - and a broken-hearted Florrick and disheartened Ulder have no consolation except the friendship they've forged, and a promise to one another:

That, even if it takes half a century, they will work together to see Baldur's Gate to a more just future.

[starbop]

How SMELLY all the Honkai Boys are...

Here's my ranking of HSR boys based on how much I think they smell. Explanations + headcanons below the cut!

The Top Stinkers

Caelus literally digs through garbage for fun. I don't think I need to defend their spot as the #1 stinkiest mf in this whole game. 11/10 on the stink scale.

Sampo also has the energy of someone who enjoys garbage. I, for one, have no idea where that thing has been and I don't think I want to know. He is also known to hide in piles of snow when need be, meaning he's just out there rolling around on the ground sometimes. 10/10 would not sniff again.

Luka is the sweatiest man alive. But he looks SO good doing it. The sparks and smoke his arm produces, while very cool to look at, do not help his smelliness rating. 8/10 because he at least has good reasons for smelling funky.

I do not think Blade has ever taken a shower. You could fry a whole chicken with the oil from his hair. 9/10.

Boothill smells like a mixture of motor oil, grease, and sweat. Not a smell I would personally hate, but objectively not a good one. Yeehaw/10.

The Smelly

I feel like, in theory, you could smell like anything in the Dreamscape. I just also feel like Gallagher would not choose to smell good. 7/10.

I really want to believe that he'd smell good, but the second he finishes his magical girl transformation sequence, Imbibitor Lunae reeks with the smell of seaweed. I will deduct a stinky point from my initial rating because some people may think this smells good. They are wrong. 7/10.

Neutral Smelling

Yanqing should reek from all the time he spends fighting and training, but Jing Yuan is not letting that boy leave the house without taking a bath. 6/10.

Arlan bathes regularly, but I can't imagine him having a particularly strong smell. Asta will occasionally gift him some lightly scented soaps, though. If anything, he smells vaguely like Peppy. 5/10.

Gepard might get a little sweaty under all those layers, but he doesn't have a strong scent one way or the other. 4/10.

I Am Sniffing Respectfully

I just KNOW that the Astral Express has the nicest bathrooms in the universe. Dan Heng and Welt stay smelling FRESH. 3/10.

(Though Dan Heng has ended up smelling like bubblegum on a few occasions after borrowing March's shampoo...)

Misha smells like a sweet dream. I don't know what dreams smell like, but that's the only way to describe Misha's scent. Vaguely like cotton candy, perhaps. Ethereal/10.

Jing Yuan takes bubble baths with Mimi and you can NOT change my mind. I can totally picture him dozing off peacefully after a nice, warm bath. I-can-overlook-the-cat-hair/10.

We've seen Ratio take SO many baths at this point that I don't think you could find a single speck of dirt on that man's perfect body if you tried. How are his fingers not just permanently pruney? I hate him so much. 1/10.

I AM SNIFFING DISRESPECTFULLY

Argenti smells like roses and sunshine. 0/10 smelliness can I please bottle your sweat sir

Luocha has to smell great with all those flowers he summons. I would grind him down to make potpourri. Not sure about the coffin, though. -2/10.

And as for Aventurine? Cologne. SO much cologne. Whether this is a good or bad thing is up to you, but he certainly has A Smell. Subjective/10.

[onceuponapuffin]

Fanatic Intervention Part 16!!!

My friends! I have heard your cries! You are worried about Muriel and yearn to know what has become of them! Rest assured, they are in this installment.

Let's do this.

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After a moment of commiserative silence, Sardis gets up to go to the bar for another round of drinks. He says sometimes magic just isn’t as good as a properly mixed drink, and leaves. You’ve barely had a sip of your fishbowl.

Jesus is a 13 year-old boy who is white and rich and lives in Los Angeles with his rich parents. The world is doomed.

Your brain is still simmering in the sauce of despair when Anathema suddenly leans in close, pushing glasses to the side as she does. She gets as close to the middle of the table as she can, and you look her up and down because you’re pretty sure the table is sticky (and you’re too scared of the answer to wonder why).

“Okay, listen,” she says urgently, “I need to tell you before Sardis gets back. I got a call from Newt. Muriel’s missing.”

Whatever you were expecting to hear, it wasn’t that. You feel like you’ve suddenly been dropped into ice water. Muriel’s….missing.

“Missing how exactly?” asks Crowley.

“Like missing missing,” Anathema says. How is it that something so vague can clarify her meaning so well? “They went to see a movie, and Muriel just disappeared. He hasn’t been able to find them anywhere.” You don’t have the words to speak yet, but the expression you turn towards Anathema seems to be enough for her. “Listen,” she says to you, “They had every reason to think that it would be okay. The Metatron was after us, remember? He wants us.” You turn your eyes back to the table, wishing that Anathema hadn’t moved your drink away. You could really use something to hold on to right now.

“Right,” Aziraphale begins in a take-charge kind of way, “Tell him that there’s a summoning circle on the floor in my bookshop--”

“-- He tried that already. He says he just got voicemail, and...uh...dial-up.” You’re not looking but you can feel Anathema’s expression without seeing it. Who in the universe still uses dial-up??

“Oh,” Aziraphale sounds deflated.

“Maybe they just popped out to the shop?” Crowley suggests. The question sounds ridiculous and even sarcastic, but what he means is maybe they’re okay and not actually in any trouble at all, and maybe they’ll come back safe and sound and everyone will have a good laugh about it later.

“I mean, it’s possible,” Anathema answers, apparently also understanding what Crowley meant, “But honestly, I don’t think it’s likely.”

“Well regardless,” says Aziraphale, “I highly doubt the Metatron would do anything to harm Muriel. Heaven doesn’t work that way, least of all him.”

“No,” agrees Crowley, “They usually outsource that sort of thing to Hell. Might be able to twist an arm and find out if they...ah...mmm…know anything.” You haven’t looked up yet, but you’re pretty sure Crowley noticed that you haven’t said anything halfway through that suggestion.

Muriel is missing. Your friend. Your wholesome, lovely friend, who came to earth dressed like a lighthouse and who you persuaded to adopt argyle. Your friend who spun around to music with you even though they don’t dance. Your friend who watched the first time you had to calm yourself down from a panic attack and gave you a button to help you with the next one. It’s still in your pocket, you remember. You pull it out and stare at it in your palm. A good large-but-not-too-large plain green button. A good thing to fiddle with whenever you’re anxious. Suddenly you feel tears around your eyes, and maybe it’s the alcohol, but you can’t exactly fight them back. The most you can do is keep yourself from sobbing with worry. Everyone else is still discussing what to do.

“Listen,” Anathema is saying, “I know it’s hard, but we can’t stop saving the world to go back and look for them. The Metatron could be using Muriel as bait for all we know, and we’d be playing right into his hands.”

“Well surely we can’t just leave poor Muriel either,” Aziraphale replies.

“No,” Anathema responds, “I suggested he call Adam. If anyone can help him, Adam can.”

“Do you think” You finally say, “that Muriel knows? That they know we’re coming to find them?”

“I don’t know,” Anathema sighs, “I like to think that they know us well enough to have hope. Wherever they are.”

“Perhaps we could send them a message,” Aziraphale suggests.

“Mmnn,” Crowley seems to agree, “We need to make sure it’s something the Metatron wouldn’t pick up on. Like a secret code or something.”

The three of them start to discuss what kind of message or code you could all send Muriel. Meanwhile, the only thing you find yourself able to do is fidget with the button. The debate has gotten the other three nowhere when a lightbulb goes off. The button.

In dramatic fashion that only Crowley could match, you slam the button on the table. Everyone stops their discussion to watch as you grab the miracle enabler out of your pocket and tear off the number 2 with your teeth. As you spit it to the side, you watch and notice that it stays gone. The miracle went through. Anathema blinks.

“Okay,” she starts, “First of all, I get that you’re upset and that’s perfectly reasonable. But this stuff is important so next time can we please forgo the dramatics and discuss with the group first?”

“Sorry,” You say, even though you’re not.

“What message did you send them?” Crowley asks. In response, you hold up the button.

“You see this? Muriel gave this to me before we left. To help me with my panic attacks. As...as comfort.”

“Okay...” Crowley says. You see Anathema and Aziraphale exchange a look.

“So I sent them an exact copy,” You finish.

“That’s rather clever,” Aziraphale sounds impressed.

“Yeah, not bad.” Anathema agrees. “But next time please tell us first.” You nod in agreement and take a sip of your drink just as Sardis returns with more for everyone else.

Hang tight Muriel, you think to yourself, or Muriel if they can somehow hear you, We’ll find you. We won’t leave you on your own.

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Muriel scrivened away at their desk. It was hard to come back to scrivening after having such a lovely time on Earth, but they had been told it was an emergency and that they would be able to come back later once everything had been sorted out. Muriel hadn’t realized that what they’d meant was paperwork. They looked around their office and sighed. Every square foot of it was covered with teetering towers of file folders, leaving no way to see anything else. Not that there was anything else to see ever, it was Heaven after all. They had so much to catch up on.

“How are you doing in here, Muriel?” came a voice from among the towers of folders. Muriel jumped in surprise.

“Oh! Ah, I’m doing alright Metatron,” they answered, “It’s a lot to get through, but I’m starting to make some headway I think!”

“That’s excellent!” The Metatron replied. He wound his way through the stacks until he could see Muriel’s face. He smiled kindly. “I really am so grateful that you were able to return and lend us your help. As you can see, things have gotten a little out of hand in your absence.”

“Yes,” Muriel said, “Of course, Metatron! I didn’t realize that I was leaving everyone with so much. Please pass along my apologies to them.” The Metatron nodded with a thoughtful hum.

“It is the nature of our work, Muriel,” he said, “That we do now know or understand our own importance or place in the workings of things while we are doing them. It is not for us to know, after all! But when someone strays from their role, when they leave for a time and their absence is felt, then we often find out just how vital we are. Not one of us is a ‘nobody,’ we are all incredibly important in the workings of God.”

Muriel nodded. “Yes, Metatron, of course!”

“Ah Muriel,” Metatron said fondly, “You are a most diligent and dedicated soul. Be well assured that the Almighty knows just how grateful we are for you and your continued contributions.”

“Oh! The Almighty?! Really?? Wow! Thank you Metatron!” Muriel sat in awe. They had always thought that they were nobody really. But this whole time they had been so important that even God knew! Muriel looked around at the endless towers of files with new inspiration and purpose. If God knew that they were valuable, then they must do their very best to live up to it! “Don’t worry, Metatron, I’ll get all this sorted out!”

Only…

“I have utmost faith in your abilities, my dear,” Metatron began, “And yet I do sense a small seed of doubt. Is it perhaps something I can help you with?”

Muriel nearly jumped again. Could he read minds? How had he known?

“It’s nothing really,” Muriel said sheepishly, “It’s only...I wish I could have said goodbye. Newt must have been so worried for me to just leave so suddenly. My friends might all be very worried about me.”

“Well why would they be worried?” The Metatron asked jovially, “You’ve come back home! You’re much safer and happier in Heaven than you could be anywhere on Earth.” He looked at Muriel’s unconvinced expression, and relented to a thoughtful smile. “Although I suppose we could send them a message for you. Let them know that you are perfectly alright, and have returned at our request to save us from all of this,” he waved his hands to gesture at the mountains of paperwork. Muriel brightened.

“Oh that would be wonderful! Very kind of you, really Metatron. Thank you ever so much.”

“My pleasure, my dear Muriel,” Metatron cooed, “I shall be back to check on you later, shall I?”

With that, he left and closed the door.

“Ah! Metatron!” Saraquel called to him, speeding over, “Your Grace,” she nodded her head in deference, “Is there anything you would like for the Scriveners to...well...scriven? All of our paperwork has been redirected elsewhere and now I have scores of angels with nothing to do.”

“There is always something to do, Saraquel,” the Metatron smiled kindly, “I have the utmost faith in your abilities to lead. As always.” And he left.

Back inside the office, Muriel was beginning to feel much less...enthused. Now that Metatron was gone, the fatigue of tedious work was returning. There was just so much to do. And to think they had left all the other scriveners with all of this. They felt terrible for that. This was…horrible. This was...just so overwhelming. Muriel took a selfish moment to drop their head into their arms. This felt endless. For a short time, Muriel focused on breathing, before a small clatter made them look up. There was a green button on their desk. Carefully, Muriel poked at it. It was definitely a material object. How strange! They picked it up and examined it for a moment before recognition hit them. Oh! They knew what this was! They had given a button just like this to their new friend! The one that God had sent to help save the world with Aziraphale and Mr. Crowley! A smile of relief spread across Muriel’s face, and despite themselves they hugged the button close like it was the most precious thing in all of Heaven. Thank God. The Metatron had sent them a message, and now they knew everything was alright. For a minute there, Muriel had been worried that he wouldn’t.

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[stevetonyweekly]

SteveTony Weekly - June 2 - Week 22

Happy June and HAPPY PRIDE! It’s my kids’ favorite month, and mine. Here are the fic I read and enjoyed this week! 

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All I Want by Sineala 

Steve's not used to anyone spoiling him. But he's willing to let Tony try.

my thoughts: i am such a sucker for Sineala’s writing, and for Tony spoiling Steve and STEVE LETTING HIM. This is all of my favorite things in a short little delicious fic. Read it. 

then sirens, then bells (the broadcast remix) by isozyme 

“I tire of this,” Amora says, and with a casual gesture the entire team is pinned in place, frozen in mid-air. Steve has the unsettling, half-familiar feeling of someone rifling through his head like it’s a card catalogue. A mind-reader as well as a witch, then.

A female voice whispers into his mind’s ear. It’s very tragic in here, dearheart, but I think your armored friend is, somehow, more psychically toxic than even you.

What’s wrong with Tony? Steve thinks, but the presence is gone, leaving his memories of war stirred up like flying insects rising off a lake in at dawn.

The Enchantress opens Tony's mind to anyone and everyone near him. Steve knows he should let Tony keep his secrets, but he's not noble enough to stay away.

my thoughts: tony and magic and telepathy, two things tony HATES? Yes please! I love the way Tony tries to stay away and Steve won’t (can’t) let him, and just the angst before they work their shit out. Lovely. 

Don't Look too Closely (all the angles are oblique)by shaenie

“I’m removing Captain Rogers from this base, but not from active duty. I want him as SHIELD’s liaison to Stark Industries first and foremost. He’ll report directly to me,” Fury says. “As it is, your identity as Captain America is not public knowledge and it will remain that way until I say otherwise. That said, if you think you can get Tony Stark to work with you if you disclose that information, you have permission to do so.”

my thoughts: I spent all of Monday reading this series and I’m mad about two things: 1. I took so long in my stevetony fan experience to read it, and 2. I read it so quickly once i started. It’s so lovely, the vaguely unhealthy dynamic and need between the two of them, and yet how good they both are for each other. 

Also it’s hot. SO hot. 

Company by FestiveFerret

Steve gets his hotel room number wrong.

my thoughts: me once again in love with Ults Steve and his ridiculousness? More likely than you’d think. 

Who Wouldn't Go? by isozyme for Nigmuff

“But it’ll help you?” Steve asks.

“Yes,” Tony replies, even as he knows this is going to break his fragile, smitten heart. Steve, on his arm, coming up with some sweet story of how they met, having to pretend to Steve afterwards that it had all been an act on Tony’s part as well, cock-blocked Tantalus hoist on his own petard.

“Then I’ll do it,” Steve says. “Anything for -- for a friend.”

my thoughts: i love it. That’s all. I love it. 

[lostinvasileios]

Hello silo! :)

I was wondering if you have any advice on trust and stuff when it comes to deities?

Welcome to my hive, sweetheart! Thank you for sending in your ask. 🌷🐝

I've seen a few people come into my asks and wonder about the process of trust and faith in their path. And, a practice that helped me was - really just... Asking myself things. As simple as that sounds, it can take time to truly hear yourself. Not the anxiousness, the learned functions, hear you.

What is trust? What is faith? Call me a lunatic wizard or whatever you may please, but, I believe language is gibberish. Word meanings are make believe. There is no set in stone way to define things of faith and trust - no guidebook to emotions and mindsets. Especially when it comes to interacting with the spiritual realm, something our brains are conditioned to beware of, and not believe.

When starting out, it's important to try and make time to define these things for yourself. And the meanings can change, as time goes on. Define what faith is to you, since, that is like a twin to trust. What religion and worship is. What makes you feel comfortable enough to trust.

Sure, you can base it off of the dictionary meaning &/or what someone else sees it as, but, that's for them. For others. They won't ever experience your path as you do. They won't fit in your footsteps. So why try and force yourself to follow theirs?

Do you trust yourself?

That's something that I, like many others, have had to ask ourselves thoroughly. Because, mainly, if you cannot trust yourself, you will not trust the results, answers, or experiences you gain throughout your journey. This particular subject of trust, faith, and so forth, takes a long time. Or it may feel like a long time, depending on some people and their differences. Overall, this a process that cannot be rushed.

If rushed, it isn't truly authentic. Officialized. And, no, you are not expected to have over 1000% of trust in yourself, that's quite frankly a bit impossible for humans to do with anything. It's a part of our nature. So, there's no shame in it. In how long it may take. In the styles that help you, ect. As long as you aren't harming someone else, or further damaging yourself in the process, you have the freedom to exercise this however you see and feel fit.

Can you listen to yourself?

I know I brought this up earlier in the post, but let me expand on it, since it's a very crucial step to trust and comprehension when it comes to spiritual realms.

Listening to yourself comes in oceans of different variants. It can come in emotions, images, tingles, slight bodily movements... Really just, whatever happens for you. Listen to your body. To your intuition. Yourself.

That's vague, yes. And this process can be difficult as well. Trust, in itself, is a difficult thing for most, if not all, of the population.

Listening to yourself in any of the formats that come to you (which, I do encourage to do some research on clairsenses and chakras here. Research and Experiment. That type of thing. For, there's no point in researching if you will not put it to use and put your own spin on it to make it work for you.) will be hard if they have not been previously trained.

Images and visualization / clairaudience came to me pretty easily, since I wrote many, many stories and poems as a child. I spent my days soaked into literature and living it out. Daydreaming it, fantasizing it, feeling it. Practice makes progress. And eventually, you'll find what is perfect for you. However, perfection takes time. Perfection takes defining what perfect is for you. Perfection takes realism. Not harshness, not coddling, but real. What is real to you? What does real mean? So on, so forth.

Really hearing yourself can be hard. Especially if you suffer from mental illness, or a type of disability. And to that I say, as someone who struggles with both, don't discourage yourself for it. Don't push yourself beyond your limits. Yes, I applaud and heavily encourage you to get out of your comfort zone. Because comfort zones aren't growth, from what I have learned. But, limits, boundaries, ect - have those with yourself. Overworking, pressuring, and so on? Those will not help you progress. You will burn out, just as if you water a flower too much, it shall drown. Treat yourself like a plant. Starting out as a seedling, then sprout, and over time, the flimsy stems of you shall grow strong and beautiful. Give yourself pollen. Not more pain.

I have a motto for this, and its: If I am lost, I am simply between chapters. If you feel confused, or- insecure of yourself and your path, there has never been a rememberable, heart touching story, that does not come with some form of trial. Some form of confusion and pain. Ect. The point is too keep flipping those pages. To finish the book. Maybe pick up the next part of the series if you wish. But skipping to the end page never leaves a satisfied reader. Does that make sense??? I feel like I messed up the point a bit there, lol.

Now, most of the questions here may be hard to answer. And that's alright. They were for me too, and still can be at times. They may not even work for all of them. Generalization here is not the key. Simply, take my words as a blanket. You can sew your own imagery into it and turn it into something of your own, that you personally enjoy and can find comfort when swaddled into.

I hope that could help a bit, honey!! Plain and simply, just believe in yourself, and everything else will follow accordingly. Have a great rest of your day, bee! Here's some honey for good luck. 💛💛

[wryuxim]

tristamp (specifically, not trimax or 98’) vashwood is a proship

ok so here me out, i’m not one to get twitter bitchy about ships and i know there’s a bunch of degenerates in this fandom that don’t give a shit bout age, but i think it was pretty clear that not much time has passed since wolfwood was experimented on, unlike in trimax where it was stated that like six years had passed (also maylene and jasmine were grown up). my memory’s a little stupid but in a tristamp flashback i think conrad said something about that it’d been half a year since wolfwood got there and also livio was still baby obviously, so if that’s the case and everyone else (legato yo and don’t fuck with me about that) looked the same as they do in the present, then y’know that’s not really a good sign. also he acts more childish and the timeline is obviously more condensed in tristamp which isn’t helping his case. but it’s still kinda a little vague though i guess?? and i get if you’re like me and didn’t really process it and gave studio orange the benefit of the doubt that they didn’t make another of their very interesting creative decisions, but after rewatching it i’m pretty fucking sure they did. you can wait till there’s more evidence, but like normal vashwood is fine anyway (well there’s the whole vash being 150+ thing but whatever) so it kinda doesn’t affect anything. at least for me since i have big issues with tristamp in general, but this post isn’t about that.

i’m atrocious at putting words together, but in conclusion, studio orange probably made him a minor for some reason? which really sucks.

[theminecraftbee]

okay now that i'm no longer trying to keep a project secret from certain people i can complain publicly about a thing i've been losing my mind about:

why the fuck is the evo wiki like that.

listen. i know. i know fandom wikis being decent entirely relies on whether there are people who both want to obsessively categorize things enough to fill out the wiki, with the free time to do that kind of obsessive categorization, and the desire to manage it all as a wiki. believe me, i know. but please i'm just trying to do research please, please at least bigb's page was just Entirely Empty so i knew i had useless information and just left. why the fuck did the mafia's page, by contrast, have this:

a sentence that is actively LESS USEFUL THAN IF IT WERE NOT THERE.

and then grian's page - GRIAN'S. GRIAN'S. THE ONE PAGE I THOUGHT MIGHT HAVE A SHOT OF BEING FILLED OUT. JOKE'S ON ME I GUESS.

BECAUSE IT HAS THIS????? I'M LOSING MY MIND. WHY ON EARTH IS THE WIKI LIKE THIS. WHY IS IT THIS BAD. PLEASE I'M JUST TRYING TO FIGURE OUT WHAT EVERYONE'S RELATIONSHIPS WITH JIMMY AND MARTYN WERE PLEASE,

anyway thankfully i had friends who could help me with their own knowledge and who also found the evo recap but in conclusion i have been being driven mad by this for weeks, thank you for coming to my ted talk.

[averlym]

litany of the martyrs (click for better resolution!)