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vermillionbones · 3 years

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I'd love to hear more of your Phobditor HCs!!

ohoho thank you for enabling me anon i am going to kiss you directly on the mouth /pl

also slight warning for spoilers to the new(??) ending of project nexus!! i don't talk explicitly about what happens in general, but the stuff involving phobos is mentioned in the very first hc so for those of you who don't wanna be spoiled you can just skip that one lol. grab sum popcorn lads this one's a long one snbcnkcnvmv

Phobditor HCs!!

rbs very much appreciated 👉👈

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so i hc that phobos didn't actually get banished at the end of MPN, but he did get his ass handed to him to the point where he was so injured and drained of energy that he couldn't use most of his abilities. he went into hiding for a while and eventually found the AAHW, which he proceeded to join since he didn't really have anywhere else to go. after he'd healed and returned to his full strengh the auditor recognised how potentially useful he could be as a second in command, but ofc he'd have to earn her trust first. normally i don't try to make things make sense like this but since the auditor isn't actually in MPN i thought i'd at least try lmao

the auditor: ruthless girlboss by day, feral spouse-adjacent shithead by night

phobos is basically the same but instead he's manipulate mansplain by day and malewife manwhore by night /hj

before they got closer they'd never really physically interacted w/ each other, so phobos kind of assumed the auditor would be at least slightly painful to touch [cuz yknow. she's made of fire lmao]. plus he'd witnessed her setting things and people on fire with her bare hands before and he'd rather not get turned into a walking bonfire, thanks. the closest she'd ever been to touching him previously was like flicking the antenna on his helmet to piss him off

but like way, WAY later he finds out that audi can actually manipulate the temperature of their flames to an extent, so when they touch his hand for the first time he's really surprised when they're just like. pleasantly warm. kinda like the fuzziness you feel after you drink something hot but on the outside of your body

however this has also resulted in phobos using her as a mobile safety blanket lmao. sometimes if it gets too cold in the office he'll wander up to her and bug her until she folds a wing around him and tucks his head under her chin

when he's being a shithead sometimes she'll just pick him up by the back of his jacket and drag him off like a disobedient kitten lmao

They don't really have a super crazy height difference normally [i hc that audi is around 6'3 and phobos is 5'10 if he's not slouching] but sometimes she just morphs herself to have a several-foot height advantage just to fuck with him. like she'll appear in his office as this 9-foot-tall behemoth and he'll just be like "?? excuse me?? ma'am?? you can't do this to me???"

before he got to know her better, phobos had no idea the auditor preferred she/they pronouns over they/it like the agents around him seemed to think. he never made a big deal out of it and never explicitly brought it up, but he remembers to switch it up for her every now and then. plus whenever audi overhears him doing that she gets all fuzzy inside sfbfnckvj

phobos really likes her wings. he actually might be a little jealous of them, but he'd never tell her that sfvngk

ever since audi found out about this, they tend to subtly unfurl them and use them to gesticulate more when he's around. occasionally she'll use the claws at the peaks of her wings on touchscreens in place of a finger n stuff. she's also [gently] swatted him upside the head with a wing a few times when he was being a dickhead, but it doesn't really hurt him lol

she also lets him pet them when they're not busy. contrary to what he'd assumed, it doesn't actually feel like a whole lot to her - she's described the feeling as something similar to how it feels to have someone tracing their fingers along the back of your hand

phobos stims sometimes!! he has a bad habit of masking while he's working since a few of them are vocal and he doesn't want to distract anyone, but if he's just hanging out with audi he's totally chill. one of his more common ones is when he thinks out loud, either quietly narrating his current train of thought or saying unrelated words - usually confirmations like 'yeah' or 'mhm' - out loud cuz he thinks they're fun to say. occasionally he'll start humming low in his throat kinda like a microwave cuz he likes how his voice feels in his chest

also when he's standing idle sometimes he holds his arms closer to his chest and fidget with them

the auditor doesn't stim, but to people who know them well their wings are like big signs that can wordlessly describe how they're feeling [which is like my favourite thing to write cos wing emoting is really fun skdjbknk]. occasionally they might subtly flutter their wings when they're very pleased or receive good news, or flare them out when they're irritated/stressed

i always forget that phobos is actually like super powerful in canon so i hc that audi does too lmao. like it always slips her mind that he can teleport too so she'll dramatically disappear after telling him off for doing some dumb shit and fuckin scream when he somehow appears in the same room as her less than a second later

phobos has a red and black lava lamp in his office!! he'd never admit it but he got it cuz it reminds him of audi :]

phobos loves watching audi in combat for some reason. i mean he already likes watching them do stuff so he can backseat drive, but he's also quietly admitted that her fighting style is interesting to watch

he can't really put it into words, but it's because the way they fight looks incredibly effortless and fluid, mainly due to them having so much time to adapt to and understand their powers [both their original powers and the ones granted by the halo]. when phobos' own abilities started to surface he was incredibly unstable and struggled to properly harness them for months, so he thinks it's nice to watch someone who actually knows what they're doing for once.

much to the auditor's surprise, phobos is actually a bit insecure behind all that confudence, particularly about scars. after being close to her for a while, phobos came out of his shell a bit and explained how he managed to grant himself his powers/abilities, which is something i'll absolutely go further in depth with later [via a longer hc that i'm gonna post eventually lol] but to summarise he basically infused himself with raw madness in what he's eloquently dubbed 'the incident'. Of course, doing that to himself didn't come without consequence, and he's permanently scored with a variation of lightning & burn scars on his forearms, thighs, and most of his torso.

for the longest time, the most casual thing he'd wear even around just her was the long-sleeved sweater he wore underneath his trench coat, and he refused to change even if he was literally overheating. though eventually after he told her about what happened he felt way more comfortable and now whenever they're in their shared room audi practically has to throw a shirt at him to get him to wear one sbkcjcnk

the auditor has a sort of subspace/pocket dimension where they can store different items and recall them at will. normally it's pretty empty, but ever since she grew to like phobos she's started keeping miscellaneous things in there for him. sometimes she pulls out a drink or snack that he likes, sometimes she pulls out a little water gun with phobos' name scrawled on it and shoots him with it when he's being a shithead

they are both,, SO fucking touch-starved. like they will not let go of each other [at least if they're not currently in the middle of something or around agency employees] cuz internally they're both just going "wow!!! that's a hand i'm holding!!!!! there's a hand holding my hand!!!! wow!!!!!! i love this!!!!!"

having one eye isn't exactly the best thing for depth perception, especially when you're really tired, so sometimes audi has to hold phobos' hand and guide him around in the mornings because he can [and has] walked into walls and counters

even since before they became a thing, phobos had been a little envious of the auditor's halo and the powers it granted her. he used to subtly try to yoink it from her, maliciously at first but far more playfully later, where he'd like lightly grab it and give it a gentle spin above her head like a mobile. but his infatuation with the halo kinda died after she decided to let him borrow/try it out once by allowing him to link with it

by linking i essentially mean like wearing it, but the halo is so powerful that you can't just 'wear' it without letting it bond with a part of you

long story short, he went into it with far too much overconfidence & cockiness and the halo violently rejected him, kind of like how it rejected the auditor once. he wasn't at all prepared for the sheer amount of power that surged through him the moment it started to link with him, so it essentially short-circuited his brain and knocked him unconscious for the better part of a week. when he woke again, the auditor told him he was lucky his head didn't explode and calmly suggested they never tried that again, and he felt inclined to agree.

of course, he still toys with the halo while the auditor's properly linked with it since he knows it can't link to more than one host at a time. and despite his seeming ease and "it's in the past" sort of mentality about the whole event, if someone mentions the concept of him actually taking the halo and linking with it again, he'll shudder and shake his head, saying it's not his place to do so.

the auditor has no doubt it delivered a pretty harsh blow to his ego [being rejected by the thing that would make him a god would prolly do that], but knows he's too prideful to admit that.

audi likes listening to phobos when he goes off on super long monologues, especially if they're like those super cheesy villain monologues. like he could literally be talking about anything and she'll sit there to hear him out, especially if it's less related to work and more about himself

the auditor is super deliberate in the way they pronounce things and they tend to casually drawl their words out to further cement their cool, unbothered boss persona. however the way she talks doesn't really intimidate phobos anymore since he's also been next to her right after she's been woken up, when she's mumbling quietly & slurring some of her words together. he knows the big scary boss side of the auditor is just a persona used for everyone but him, so he feels a lot more at ease with them even when they're trying to be scary

even after being together for a while, phobos still has no fucking idea what the auditor is made of. like he's admitted to her that he's genuinely clueless, and if she lets him he'll spend like 99% of their downtime quietly interacting with her flames [read: curling his fingers through them and petting them] while he muses about his hypotheses for how stuff like her liquidy-shadow form works. they were a little suspicious of his motives at first, but after they relaxed they realised he was just genuinely curious and willing to share his concepts to see if he was right

they have like. the smoothest banter anyone at the agency has seen. like it's super cheesy back-and-forth stuff that wouldn't sound out of place in an 80s sitcom, but it just kinda flows out when they're both comfortable. and ofc they'd deny it if anyone mentioned it but they literally banter like an old married couple lmAO

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#madness combat #madness auditor #madness phobos #phobditor #this ended up being way longer than i anticipated but writing this was the most fun i've had in months /gen #oh and sorry if the formatting is a little fucky lmao #i tried to keep related hcs closer together while setting different ones apart if that makes sense??#gfnsbkjck i had to refrain myself from writing more about certain hcs like audi's wing emoting or phobos fucking up his link with the halo #if anyone wants me to elaborate on those i won't shut up about them ever LMAO #still tysm anon this was very very fun /gen #gel.txt

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seb-owns-these-tatas · 3 years

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7th Dimension (Chapter 5.1)

PREVIOUSLY ON CHAPTER 5

7TH DIMENSION MASTERLIST

7TH DIMENSION WATTPAD LINK (I'm always one chapter ahead in this website)

Characters: Gojo Satoru x Small!Naive!Fem!Foreign!Reader | THIS IS A MULTI-CHAPTER FIC. THIS IS AN X READER FANFIC WHO HAS BEEN BROUGHT TO THE DIMENSION OF JUJUTSU KAISEN | (Trust me, you'll live. I hope?)

Summary: Gojo had finally brought you back to your country which has been entirely different from the start. Your theories has been a futile mess because it felt like you've never existed on their world at all. You truly were, indeed---non-existent after all the obvious evidences that their world has slapped you in the face with.

Warnings: Gojo Satoru. (I mean, he's a warning right? LMAO.) Cuss words. The word 'dicks', dildos and carnal tools---this is not a smut chapter ISTG 😭🤣 It's meant for...Ah, y'all will understand me once you read this chapter. 🤣 Brief mention of Star Plasma Vessel and Suguru Geto's name. I was laughing when I was writing this from the start then kicking a foot over my laptop and prolly staring out of nowhere because it came out quite...saddening in the end. Satoru has no idea over your native language whenever you speak of it. I've made it that way because I *cough* plan to use it for smut chapter purposes which is why...his dialogue or short perspective had been quite...suggestive. *coughs* If you squint hard enough. (☞ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)☞

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A/N: Sometimes, I question why I intentionally bring myself into these kind of pain...LMAO. Also, this chapter is a mess of laughter and tears. Also, I kind of want to give Nanami a break---he just wants to rest yo and he's still tagging along---LMAO This has been one of my fave chapters written so far heehee

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Words: 6.3k+ (Kinda long chapter? Heehee)

Disclaimer: PNG's or pictures used in edits are not mine even the GIF's too. I only own the plot of this whole fanfic. But, not Jujutsu Kaisen's storyline and the characters themselves. I apologize for the typos or grammatical errors by the way! English isn't my first language so I'm so sorry in advance! Character development and personalities are based from my understanding and how I want them to be.

EVERYONE SUPPRESSED THEIR OWN OPINIONS. Well, for the most part, Satoru wasn't.

It was certainly a balmy afternoon when you've arrived at your shop with them around. You were downright confident---as sanguine as Gojo ever was. The latter was huffing to himself, expressing his tee-hee's with every step, every determined thump of your footing along the pavements of your hometown. His chuckles here and there were received as a derision to prove how you were wrong all this time. Thus, even his posture, how he had his hands inside his pockets while grinning from ear to ear kept your heart keyed up to the anticipation building up, spiking your adrenaline and veins into your self-reliance.

The sound of cars honking from afar reverberated and claimed to be the music to everyone's ears. How hushed have you and Nanami been---how you have been. Gobsmacked. It felt like you've taken one large dive from the tallest building and falling face front upon the waters which felt like bricks hitting your face. Metaphorically speaking, it was that kind of inarticulation that your mind couldn't process because of shame being your number one enemy in this one.

You just couldn't believe nor can admit your defeat against Gojo Satoru. No. You just couldn't accept that you were feeding spoonful upon spoonful onto his growing ego.

One large placard hung with vivid, roseate and cerise neon blinding lights that sparkled under the sunbeams. Flamboyant to be noticed by people who were to pass by it considering what was being sold inside the shop. It's back ground was pitch black, accompanying a comprehensive font that were printed in bold letters that would catch the eyes of passer-bys.

You've tightly held your tongue---biting it even because of how you felt deplorable for your temporary credence upon entrusting this moment that you were entirely right all this time.

"You own a..." Gojo started out for everyone, spurning you into tightly closing your eyes, wanting to just disappear like a bubble and Nanami's silence wasn't helping the shame gathering upon your face, feeling the heat simmer like you were being cooked in an oven.

Without even letting him finish his train of thoughts, you've beat Satoru to it and loudly exclaimed in a huff, "I OWN A PASTRY SHOP! A DESSERT STORE OR WHATEVER!"

"---Pleasure Shop."

You can hear Satoru chuckling alongside as he'd observed the scandalous shop that stood before everyone, he was already patting himself on the back for being right. You just know and you were tempted to make him bald and also pat his floofy hair at the same time.

How infuriating and complex has your mind turned into?

"NO!" You squawked with tightly furrowed brows and clenched fists, seeming to be in a battle within yourself as this exclamation sounded like a call out for what you were actually feeling as of the moment. Utterly in a complicated state of ignominy and captivation for Satoru's existence in your life.

There was technically no in between ever since you've gotten involved with him and this was just the start of it.

Would you even get to survive in this state?

"Care to invite us in your...shop, Tiny-Chan?" Satoru dragged you out of your pondering, taking the mickey out of you for the fallacious claim that you were bound to be welcomed by your own Pastry shop called Chomp for Sweets.

You had no idea nor couldn't accept the fact that in their world, your supposed to be shop had it's own resemblance of a name that entirely had an absolute difference to the particular business that you had.

Their dimension was meant to give you revelations that was difficult to discern and comprehend.

You've felt your fists tightened further on your sides as you intently distinguished what the shop looked like. The shop being in a thoroughgoing perusal of your dubiety. Out of all businesses that were to built the red carpet for you, it just had to be filled with erotic apparatuses. Carnal tools that has raised the temperature of your body---going straight to your face with no doubt upon seeing diverse sets of Dildos displayed upon standees and layered cabinets on the sides as the sun shown lustrously, passing through the transparent windows that hindered between everyone. These prurient paraphernalia even had different shades, partnered with whips and chains that kept you voiceless in the midst of processing everything at hand.

Thus, the latter found this absolutely worth to be mentioned that he had cross his arms over his chest, raising his thumb over his chin as he was feigning as if he was engrossed at how engaging the shop's name was. Satoru was just pretending, you knew damn right he was because his intonation was filled with utter sarcasm, "Clump for Dicks. Huh. Interesting name." he nodded to himself, blinking behind his blindfolds and withholding the grin on his face as he delivered his sentence like a Jujutsu Sorcerer who had found and realized something clever through his abilities.

"IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE CHOMP FOR SWEETS NOT CLUMP FOR DICKS!" you vociferated with a huff, going through a grumbling fit over how it happened because you've best believed that you still lived in the earth that you have lived in for years end.

Gojo Satoru expressed his unadulterated guffaws, boisterous enough for Nanami to take heed as he gave him the side-eye through his own sunglasses, features continuously apathetic. The strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer convulsed with laughter that made you want to just melt and vanish into thin air by the amount of belly laugh you were hearing from Satoru.

If he was blind then you wouldn't have been ridiculed this way, that small voice in your head thought behind your back. He should've been blind instead.

But, was he not? Really a blind person? It was pretty much better that he was.

His giggles gradually died down for a minute or two, unruffled by your vanquishment as Satoru entirely added it to his balloon of attainments. He'd eventually registered what you've said and how you'd do well with those domestic skills you had.

"Wait, did I hear you right? a pastry shop or dessert store? you know how to bake sweets and pastries?" Gojo genuinely gave a smile, turning his head to take a glimpse over your face which shielded their way, your hair being intentionally covered to save yourself from the embarrassment further. You hadn't seen how Satoru's face lit up at the realization to that, currently missing the opportunity that he was giving you a warm smile.

"---Oh, don't get started with breads. Nanamin here is practically loving the idea of it too!" he pointed at Nanami with a finger.

"I'm not." The 7:3 sorcerer quickly caviled at his admission, halfhearted including himself in the conversation.

"Sweets. Hehehe." You heard Gojo murmured next to you, making you snap his head at him, actually lifting a chin to fixate your perspective upon seeing how he was currently looking like and it has given you a frown because he appeared to be like he was still in a teasing fit.

"Why are you grinning like that?"

"You're not entirely useless, then." He grinned ever so widely, his pearly whites scintillating under the sunshine.

You weren't going to lie, his grin caught you off-guard at that. The way that you felt how your own ambience changed in a snap from how heartening his grins were sent made you blink to yourself. His words that went slower than usual through your ears because of those stupid smirks and grins he was giving you.

Did he really called you a useless shit?

"So, y-you were thinking I was useless the whole time?!" you've skeptically stammered over your words. Eyes all wide and stumbling over thoughts per thoughts whilst being distracted from how he took a side-step and ceasing in front of you to bend in level to your miniscule height with a twinkling smile.

Your heart was racing fast and you had no idea why it was reacting that way too soon.

You've completely dodged his advances, how he planned to loom and practically satirize over your loss. It was your fidgety toes and sweaty soles of your feet that had you hopping on the corner and away from Satoru when you've seen a fellow citizen who'd passed by the three of you, immediately taking this as a chance to be away from Satoru's dangerous habit of giving lack of proximities to people's faces.

This countryman who happened to pass by you was probably an angel. A savior to your poor soul that needed thorough help.

Satoru's vision followed through your sudden movements and sidestep, seeming to be like you were avoiding his confrontation of multiple chaffs. He was about to take a step closer to chase through your shadows over communicating with a national when he'd felt Nanami held onto his shoulder, keeping him still as he abruptly asked a question about Sukuna's finger which was out of the blue.

In all likelihood, Nanami probably felt how you were beginning to be overwhelmed by everything. From having no idea as to what was happening, being on the dumps over your expectations turning into profound disappointments and to the idea of Satoru's overwhelming presence.

"Excuse me," you've reached out towards the man dressed in a plain, orange tee and black jeans. Your mouth deftly switching languages as you sent him a hopeful smile, deliberately ignoring Nanami and Gojo in the background as if they were strangers. Also, you knew for a fact that this compatriot would find Satoru peculiar with how he brought himself compared to Nanami who appeared to give the impression that he was a normal business man.

The fellow citizen ceased from taking a stroll, turning his back to be met by your hopeful eyes and teetering smile, "Yes?" He'd acknowledged with a sociable tone in between his words, "When has this been a pleasure shop?" You swiftly added as a question, gesturing behind you as you've chased this fellowman a few meters away from the Pleasure Shop. He showed signs that his eyes diverted towards the two men whom you were with, knowing they probably treaded on the heels, hearing their voices from behind.

"Uhm," the man started, paying heed to Gojo's anomalous presence and appearance. Your smile turned wobbly, the corner of your mouth twitching as you tried to block his view upon trying to perceive who Satoru was so he won't be frightened off to answer none to your questions. Though, much to your dismay, your height deceived you into believing that you were bound to cover his point of view.

"What's up with that blindfolded guy---Oh, a-around a year already," The man began to mumble, thoroughly catching sight of Satoru's poised posture, his shoulders straightened enough to exhibit his deep-seated confidence with his hands inside his pockets as he kept a tab on the both of you behind his mask, Satoru's mouth in an earnest shape of his lip as if he conveyed utter attentiveness and uncanny delight.

To Gojo's surprise and utter bafflement, he somehow was incomprehensible of the one you were of origin. Hence, the native language you were also proficient on. He was obviously not exempted towards that.

Nevertheless, Satoru made it obvious that he wasn't complaining nor did he even wanted to.

"Oh. Alright, thank you---" you've smiled another, yet to be met by the man's back in less than a second as the citizen seemed to be in a rush for skipping out of the conversation he was in. Your smile faltered and fell at that when you've seen him briskly walk away, "---so much, Sir. Great. The blindfolded idiot scared him off."

"Gojo," Nanami began to acknowledge, sighing and using his surname as he addressed soberly. He examined his friend from beneath his peculiar sunglasses, getting a load that Satoru was musing in a suspicious gratification that he was wallowing in the idea of your bilingualism. In no circumstances that the strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer comprehended a thing which likely lead to his unanticipated jouissance.

"----You're looking awfully strange."

"Strange might not be the accurate word, Nanamin." Satoru intrepidly stood corrected, still inhabiting his satirizing nature as he appended a nickname that always made his friend scowl on the side. No doubt that Kento emitted a sapped sigh again. To his oblivious thoughts, Gojo began to blabber his unconsciousness from beneath his breath, thoroughly engrossed in the conversation you were having with one of your countryfolks. He'd wrench his hands out of his pockets, purposelessly playing with his own fingers as both palms were flattened together as a way that seemed to be like he was ruminating over something unaccountable, "---So, that's how she sounds like with her native language,"

You've never paid heed to the people who was now towering behind, the discovery of living in a dimension that was yours still kept your heart at bay---worried for what and why you were there in the first place when you couldn't remember a thing or two. Especially with what Satoru has been persisting you to take part in.

Could you even remember what he was trying to let you hark back to when you had no idea what it was?

Or maybe you just haven't started yet? Would there be a moment where you'll start remembering things? When will your amnesia be wise enough to operate into recollecting details about the sketches that he has been pertaining to?

"I can still feel you both judging me," you grumbled to yourself as you took a step forward, hearing their light footfalls following behind.

"I hardly am one to judge unless the idea is impractical. But, Satoru definitely is." Nanami stated bluntly, his tone gruff and low as if he was already drained by the whole vacation thing that he was forced or dragged in.

You've treaded faster, walking briskly. Nevertheless, their pace began to match yours as well as if you weren't bound to leave their sight. Well, it was mostly Gojo's heavy, large strides that were echoing from a few meters away. Your height never helping your rapidity upon walking, "Oi," Satoru called out as you intentionally ignored him, "Tiny-Chan!" he hollered in a sing-song voice, consciously neglecting the 7:3 sorcerer on the side whilst Gojo successfully walked alongside with you, haphazardly reaching out to poke the side of your cheek which has made your heart jump from the odd need for physical touch.

You've actually and minimally jumped through your brisk walking, entirely inattentive that he would indeed be bold enough to prod your cheeks like he was already obliged to do so. Satoru was profoundly oblivious to his own actions, paying no heed to it as if he was not making your heart race miles per hour.

"Tiny-Chan." His tone turned flat when you've quickened your pace, sparing you a glance to see you acting like he wasn't there in the first place, "---Where are you going?"

Gojo put the brakes upon catching up with you, falling behind Nanami as he finally have been walking alongside with him. "Angie's home! STOP FOLLOWING ME AROUND AND LEAVE ME ALONE! GO FIND SOME STUFF-TOY CURSES FOR ALL I CARE!" You yelled as you jogged towards a street and began to take a sharp right turn, knowing you were still going to be tailed behind by these Jujutsu Sorcerers in which you've gotten to be tied up with.

Kento came to a halt, standing beside Gojo as he held onto the head of his necktie, his fingers wandering along his dotted cravat, his temples traced with creases which showed how he was turning peevish as hours passed by especially that he was being a fly on the wall for the both of you.

"Are we really going to tail on this woman around a country we don't know?" he phlegmatically questioned.

Gojo stopped walking, sighing from your uncompromising stance over the issue. Howbeit, the Jujutsu Sorcerer knew that you were bound to come back with them by hook or by crook. He probably just wasn't as compelling and credible as much as people would see of him---as much as everyone did, "What's wrong with that? It's not like curses lurk around this town. It's not like we won't be able to handle them either. We're Jujutsu Sorcerers. You're even with the strongest one." he gave him a shrug of his broad shoulders, beginning his moseys to where you've went.

Nanami strolled alongside, the heels of his business shoes gingerly tapping along the pavements, "You know I don't work overtime. I hate it." he paused, taking a breather as they've taken a right turn to where they've seen you screaming your heart out in front of a washed out, metal gate. The urbanized, tall, waxen walls confining the house of whoever lived there, earning no way for another person to climb onto. A thorough contrast to the houses in Japan would've been.

"---If you want to act like a creepy puppy around this woman, then go. As far as I remembered, I didn't come back in being a Jujutsu Sorcerer to escort non-sorcerers around the world."

"Eh! Just enjoy this abrupt vacation, Nanamin!" Satoru enunciated with a satisfied beam, clasping both hands around his mouth as he raucously raised his voice, taking a few steps closer but keeping at least a distance away, "---Oi, Give it up, Tiny-Chan!"

You've heard Satoru's voice from a distance. The way your knuckles were hastily pounding over the metal gates---how discouraged you were from the bombshells coming in hot. One by one, they were like darts being tossed in the air, always landing on bullseye whenever you were given the corroboration of realism. "Angie? Angie! Open up the door! I'm starting to hate you now! You left me with a crazy Jujutsu Sorcerer, shaman, exorcist or whatever who probably knows how to manipulate my brain into believing he has superpowers!" You pounded on the metal doors, yelling through your native language as you knew that Nanami and Satoru fathomed nothing in return, "I think he drugged me or something because he's actually fast, strong, irritating at times---though, I hardly find it annoying because my mind is telling me that he's not sometimes---also, a knockout but he doesn't need to know that because he's an arrogant, cocky, lofty man!"

Was the last idea necessary to be said? You had no idea, nor did your mouth cease you from screaming out your maunders over your first impression and ideas of Gojo Satoru. An outlandish man whom made it difficult to believe through this fairytale or nightmare that you were living in. "These crazies actually have superpowers and I don't?!---Angie!" you've pounded again and again, your mind forcing you to trust that your friend might open the gates and welcome you with open arms.

Yet, you were wrong. Again. Fate was definitely preaching fire and brimstone pragmatisms over a newly found dimension that you were brought in.

He was senile. An elderly. Long in the tooth with his back bent due to being old. Bald even and inflamed from the sudden, rowdy interruption from your standpoint. The feeble man forcefully tugged the gates open, striking you dumb and earning a stumble from you in which your escorts ceased themselves from going on through their conversation as it seemed as if you were in the middle of being in a heated quarrel. But, it was mostly Satoru who kept his mouth shut as he was endlessly sending ceaseless jests here and there. His smile gradually fading when he'd seen that you've been confronted in a manner that he found...unsettling.

Or maybe he just perceives the elderly downright irksome? Though, Yoshinobu Gakuganji was a whole lotta' level of vexation for Satoru. The Higher-Ups were.

"What's wrong with you? There's no Angie living here, woman! Do you need something? If you don't then I'll fuckin' call the cops on you!"

You've held onto the railing that hit your back due to the surprise, raising a hand and gesturing with your fingers to express your apologies further. "S-Sorry. I'm sorry, Sir---"

You weren't even done with your sentence that he had to shut the door on your face, clamorously.

In times like this, where you were met with desperation, pessimism and optimism clashing like wildfire, there was no doubt that your emotions were flying through the roofs. That tight, suffocating knot in your throat tempted to reach your eyes as if it was the last thing you would want to do, especially that the world was broadcasting your despair for another dimension that left you astray.

Destiny was giving you the picture that no matter which world you were in---luck will never be on your side because you were bound to become lost and forlorn. Disoriented as you ever been.

There was no time for crying, you knew that yourself. Chiefly, it was because you knew Nanami and Satoru was watching you from a distance. Men whom you had no idea if they would find tears as a form of laurels that make them feel somewhat high and mighty just like how your family had been back in your real dimension, as if you were incapable of having the burnt-outs because they depended a lot from you and had extremely high-expectations to lift them off their impecunious thriving.

Kento surely didn't seem like the type to laugh at women's tears. Howbeit, Satoru, he was different compared to Nanami. You had a hunch he would make fun of your sobs and weeps. It was difficult to stifle them from pouring down, to a great degree that you were trying to divert your thoughts away from the problem at hand but it was utterly straining that you couldn't handle it anymore.

You just had to.

Furthermore, the teardrops that fell upon your face had given you a vague reason of inquiry if these were weeps from how lost and vulnerable you were in your real dimension or for another that petrified your soul upon which path must you take in order to survive through Satoru's world.

"Gojo." Nanami apathetically called out towards the latter who kept his mouth shut after feasting the image of you being yelled at by an old man you hardly knew nor believed to exist. Gojo looked to be chewing over what he had in mind, his smile turning minimal when you were faced by the harsh reality that was difficult to digest, that actually has not been part of the plan. "---When you mentioned that she's unidentified, you meant that she isn't entirely from here, correct?"

Gojo snapped his fingers at Kento, switching his attention towards his co-worker who was also observing your reactions from a distance, "Correct-o! You got it right this time, Nanami!"

"Hm." The latter hummed inquisitively, regarding you from beneath his sunglasses as he gave back a nod, "---The world's changing." he emphasized and paused, adding more to his utterance whilst sounding frank, "----Your ways of introducing her to a world that's clearly difficult to be adapted is undesirable. But, that's expected from you. No doubt."

Satoru didn't cut him off this time, keeping a weather eye on you as he glanced to see you wantonly sit upon the cemented stairs that connected upon an elevated slope before the metal gates were intertwined, taking one bar as your seat of woebegone. Your back towards their standpoint. Nonetheless, they just had no idea yet that you were actually on the verge of sobbing.

"You shouldn't have dropped the bomb in one go. Our work isn't easy to explain to people who hardly know Jujutsu Sorcery. Why even associate her in it?"

The latter glanced back at Nanami with a smile, entirely impervious that you were stifling your cries to yourself on the far corner. "Do you really wanna know?" he nonchalantly asked, a teasing grin lifting his lips with a taunting intonation of his voice, "---You should've given the finger in Yoshino to me then, rather than the Higher Ups,"

Nanami had an impassive expression on his face, "You were bound to give it to Yuji."

Satoru simpered, pleased with Nanami's supposition towards the conceptualization of giving Sukuna's finger to Gojo, knowing that he technically would just hand the finger to Yuji without thinking twice, "Tch. What a bummer, Nanami!"

You were restraining for crying out loud as you sat on one of supposed-to-be Angie's house. It was frightening to get the exact picture of Angie's house that stood beside you. Everything---and when you say everything---Satoru's world had gotten the exact blueprint of what your friend's house looked like.

It was the damned exact same thing.

Hence, why did it feel like they never existed? Even you, yourself didn't?

Gojo heard the faint, choke back of your weeps. Your despondency interrupting his conversation with Nanami that he had to take a pause. Nanami hadn't said a word and impatiently waited for Satoru to intervene through your lone sniveling, dubious over the impression that you had of him as he felt that you were intimidated and felt more comfortable with Satoru instead. He was not surprised that you actually were. The 7:3 sorcerer was practically judging him and kept his observations to himself, discovering something offbeat that he couldn't grasp at the present time.

Before Nanami could even upbraid him for his impractical way of welcoming you to their world, the latter began to take a march, "Ah, for heavens' sake," Satoru grumbled beneath his breath with a bridled smile that cloaked his pensive thoughts. His feet dragging him towards where you sat, the strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer latterly fathoming out how his own movements got the best of him before he could even think twice about it.

Your restrained weeps were off-putting in Satoru's perspective. How every step he took; how louder your squeaks actually reverberated out on an empty street and under the balmy heat of the sun, it felt bothersome for him. He swiftly dismissed the eccentric sentiments that oddly resurfaced as Satoru caught you off-guard by sitting in front of you, his long legs bent and spread like a dullard as he brightly called out for the special sobriquet he had for you, "Tiny-Chan!" he eagerly surprised you as he hopped to your peripheral vision, wholly being blinded by his face.

"---You cryin'?"

What surprised you was more than that. It even got your heart skipping at least triple beats from the perception you've gotten from Satoru's smile right now. This did not consist of his usual goofing around minutes. His smile was cordial---soothing as if it was meant to be described as solace. You didn't know that it was possible for him to act this way; to behave in a way that can get you ceasing your tears for him.

Though, you know he was also one of the reasons why you were sobbing like a child.

There was a fraught silence between the both of you, never knowing what he was thinking because he was as complex as to not knowing what hid behind his eyes.

You believed that a person's eyes would be the windows to his or her soul, it was at least the easiest to wade through a person's emotions or feelings; to the point that you could decipher if he or she had a rough past. Thus, it was unfair to have your curiosity stirred by Satoru to the point that you're avid to what he was hiding.

"You're adapting." Satoru astonishingly divulged, tone modulated enough that it sounded impossible to comprehend because it added more heat to your face while you've tried to shun away from him with your palms, shielding yourself from his attention as it was quite overwhelming.

"---and you actually believe me now. You've been such a stubborn girl." Like a shot, he'd managed to stick his thick, masculine fingers in between the spaces of yours, mildly flicking you on the forehead as he gave a low chuckle from the reaction he'd gotten from you.

"S-stop it."

Your voice was wobbly as you quietly scolded, the confidence within you died down from the moment you've came to realize that your shop wasn't exactly the same one like you had back on your earth. Angie's house was just another set of triggers that has spurned you further into a weeping mess in front of these Jujutsu Sorcerers.

Gojo's chuckles faded for a moment or two, unable to retaliate for the unforeseen shedding of tears from your side. He was taken aback by it, much to his incredulity. You've made it obvious that you were steering clear from his sudden undivided attention towards your woebegone appearance, constantly looking away in contrast to his brazen rubbernecking.

You were lucky he had his blindfolds on and haven't been wearing his specs yet.

Gojo decided to stand at full height, thinking that he would finally leave you alone. But, to your astonishment, believe it or not, he'd paved his way to sit beside you, offering no jests but just his undeniably comfortable silence.

You've expected a lot from the blindfolded guy, predicted that he was bound to laugh at your tears or gain pride to your loss because of how you've tried to understand how he was as a person. Howbeit, this time, Gojo Satoru left you stupefied as he offered nothing but his existence---like he was there not to express his guffaws but to suppress his pleasantries and actually make you feel that you weren't....unchaperoned or rather, alone.

"Hey, Satoru." You softly called out to him, hearing him hum as a response that he was waiting for you to talk, the low and thick murmur giving your toes the jelly touches in which you tried hard to fight off, "---Aren't you the strongest sorcerer out here...in your world?"

He'd took notice of the sudden change of opinion over the whole issue, leaning forward over how he sat beside you and brought both his elbows on his knees, his palm rested under his chin as he confidently claimed doubtlessly, "Yeah. Once again, I told you...I'm the strongest."

"Then, why can't you teleport me back in my world?" you repeated your question back when you were on the plane, tenacious over how it was impossible when he claimed that he was put on a pedestal by all---as far as how he was overbearing over the entitlement.

Gojo beamed through your question, it wasn't that he couldn't---he just probably did not want to get involved with the idea of travelling from one dimension and to the other, it would have been too much to handle then. His own dimension was already asking or demanding him of too much---adding more to it seemed to be tiring, "I told you, I think that's beyond of my capacity." He quickly blocked the idea with a lie before promptly taking it back before his mouth could even stop himself, getting a gist that you were crestfallen from how he pointed out that there was no possibility of it, "---Yet again, I haven't learned nor tried if I'm capable of that. But, I might---I probably could. I can."

Did he just admitted that he would?

You've given him the cold shoulder, refusing to believe and trusted that it was just him---gloating for all you know, "You're just probably being presumptuous. You're not the strongest, then."

"Or you just have no idea as of now." Satoru proclaimed as he turned to see you still looking away from him, "---I trust you're as crazy as me,"

"I doubt." you nasally deadpanned, emitting a stifled, satirizing chuckle from your frame of reference.

"Ha. You are. Considering how you were planning to hug the heck out of cursed spirits, how you also have drawings of me---even using my birthday as your mobile passcode, you're probably crazy for me, " Satoru went on with his innocuous bon-mots, feeling the atmosphere change from the time shared as he tried to lighten up the mood more by his witticism.

"Does he know how you find him thoroughly handsome and pretty since the moment you laid your eyes on him?" you've sniffled, caught unprepared by his sudden joke that did not seem like it because he sounded like he was just relishing upon the truth that he had this charisma that you couldn't explain yet.

There was no response to that, you could tell that Satoru was also deep in his thoughts, dwelling upon ideas you have no viewpoint of. Your tears were finally gone nor did it continued from the moment that Gojo decided to interrupt your woes. You were occupied upon wiping your dried up tears with the back of your hand, still timorous over the fact that you were caught crying. Howbeit, Satoru tried to make it seem like he did not care about it.

"Tiny-Chan," he soothingly called out, taking a pause as if he was dwelling to say what was needed to be said, giving it second-thoughts before he continued, his fingers dancing across his chin as he sounded adamant over the proposal being given.

"---Say, I'll find a way to bring you back to your dimension. Keep you out of the hands from the Higher Ups..." he started, utterly determined before he trailed off, expectant that you were about to cut him off from the moment he mentioned that there was no doubt that the Higher-Ups will be involved in whatever plans he was trying to have with you.

"The Higher Ups? Huh?"

Satoru did not want to explain further. Just elucidating upon the group was making his lip twitch in a manner that tells it was already causing him stress just by thinking about it, "The Higher-Ups, they're a pain in the ass. Also, I could tell that they're bound to end up using you or repudiate to your presages. Oh, tough-luck, they might have a reason to tweak the law of Jujutsu and have a non-sorcerer executed because you could somehow have any idea over their agendas," he casually clarified, not actually specifying who they were as his explanation was broad as heck. He gestured with a shake of his hand, feeling your inquisitive eyes on him.

"---Heh! Don't worry about them too soon. I'll tell you about them next time!"

Executed? That was definitely hogwash. Were you bound to be put to death without knowing anything at all?

His sudden change of emotion and behavior got you curious. Satoru seemed to not like a bit of the Higher-Ups as much as you could fathom from how he was actually frowning as of the moment. You left the topic for next time and waited further for his continuation of whatever he had in mind.

Satoru begun, his emotions suddenly shifting to something enigmatic for you to understand as it felt like the topic was either sensitive or one that he did not like to expound, more than what he was trying to elucidate over the whole 'Higher Ups' thing, "As long as you tell me your spiels behind those sketches and how you know both me and my one and only best friend in that 'drawing' of yours,---" pause.

"---How you know some of what happened during the merging of the Star Plasma Vessel with Tengen. You've got everything in detail. Also the others which seems to be the future,"

"Star Plasma Vessel? Tengen? Huh?" you've turned your head to meet his blindfolded eyes that were already faced to you, eventually knowing that he was reckoning your swollen, teary ones with a small, melancholic smile to his face. He knew this particular question would come around especially that he was involved in the picture and Satoru has managed to expel the dismal incident somehow---he believed he did.

"But, where's this bestfriend you're saying? Is he the one with the man-bun? How come...I never seen him yet? where is he? what's his name?" you gullibly asked, bombing him questions after questions after being shared of information that you hardly understood as you had no theories over the particulars that Gojo was trying to provide you with.

From the start that Satoru provided bits of knowledge over the sketches that he believed you owned felt like you were insensitive for your beseeching. Your subconsciousness was persistently whispering how the questions sounded wrong; how your curiosity over every exposé that Gojo could spare seemed to be terribly inconsiderate in your viewpoint, regarding this as an odd feeling that explored every cranny of your delicate heart.

Perhaps, it was how his smiles turned a doleful. Surprisingly, he was looking away and out in a distance, grappling over the opportunity of gazing his splendid side profile. His impressive jawline that could definitely cut a bitch. Though, admiring how he had stellar features---that distant beam that was drawn upon his face kept your heart in a reel of guilt.

Your questions felt like a trauma being uncorked by a bottle of overflowing, perished wine or champagne.

The sweat that filled along the undersides of your nose felt numbing. You were mean---have been probably disparaging to Satoru's whole being or character, perpetually intransigent over your impressions of him since the first day you've met the guy. Your consciousness castigating how brutal it was to ask them too soon.

"Ah." Gojo distractedly hummed in response to your questions, his despondent beam unchanging. The intonation in his voice changed, sounding detached but pliable which struck your chest into receiving bane that entered the heart, the guilt launching back and forth when he'd muttered the name under his breath.

"---Suguru Geto?"

Your frowned deepened upon hearing his name from Satoru's lips. He'd turn his head to lay his eyes on you, keeping track if you were paying attention to what he'll say next. Hence, the latter could bear a resemblance upon the emotions on your face, having the hallmarks of a woman that discerned the woes he barely allowed everyone to latch onto because of how he was entitled and believed to be 'the strongest'.

An exceptional privilege that only you had the dispensation to espy in which Gojo Satoru had been heedless of.

"---He's already dead."

Hence, it was that moment that you knew that the strongest even had his own downfalls. Incorporeal aspects that any other human could ever experience. Sentimentalities which builds humanity into developing themselves whether if it was for better or worse.

Gojo Satoru was just Gojo Satoru. He was, indeed---what you perceived as, human.

Clump for Dicks. Oh dear, how did I come up with that--- I can feel the embarrassment through here.

Also, Satoru---*cries* 😭

FEEDBACKS ARE VERY MUCH APPRECIATED, BB'S! THANK YOU SO MUCH! Chapter 7 will have lots of parts considering the title of the fanfic is...7th Dimension. ☞￣ᴥ￣☞ Heehee! I'mma spoil y'all, Chapter 7 will be a fluffy one and I've been smiling while I'm currently writing it down right now. Heehee. (◕દ◕)

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Mabel’s All-In-One Guide to Being a Shooting Star: How to Avoid Being Caught and Other Tips You Should Know

Chapter Four: Not Gravity Falls

Whoops I forgot to post it my b you guys

Shoutout to @edward-or-ford and @pacific-ship for being bangs

When I wake up, the dream isn't done, I wanna see your face and know I've made it home. If nothing is true, what more can I do?- All Time Low, Painting Flowers

There was something… off about this Gravity Falls. Which was, of course, to be expected; alternate reality and all that. It wasn’t as different from her Gravity Falls as Not Dipper was from her Dipper, it just… It just felt strange. Like it was just a little bit wrong. It was darker. Everything was darker. She didn’t quite understand why.

She was still somewhat out of it, and walking was a chore. She really missed her bike. Why didn’t she have her bike again? Right, because she’d been abducted by gnomes, and then abducted-slash-rescued by an alternate version of her bro.

He was walking beside her, this alternate Dipper, and there was something different in the way he held himself. Her Dipper was… awkward, for lack of a better word. Adorably so, of course; it was one of the many things that had made her fall in love with him to begin with.

But this version… this version of Dipper walked with an easy sort of confidence Mabel wasn’t used to seeing, not on anybody, or at least not to that degree. He wasn’t awkward. Not even a little. He was sure of himself, perhaps even arrogant. He stood at his full height, not slouching or hunching his shoulders.

He didn’t just walk, either. He strutted, and he didn’t seem to notice when the townspeople (who had all stopped dead in their tracks and were looking at her, slack-jawed and wide-eyed) gave them both an unnecessarily wide berth. He didn’t glance at them, not even briefly to take mental note of their locations in relation to his own. He simply continued on as if they weren’t there, as if they didn’t exist.

They were looking at her with such unmistakable horror that Mabel had to say something.

“Hey,” she murmured at Not Dipper. “What’s the deal with these guys?”

“Hm?” He didn’t appear to have been paying attention to them, so when she voiced her question, he glanced around haphazardly. “Oh, I suppose they might think you’re… the other Mabel.”

“Huh. Weird.” Before she could comment further, her words were cut off.

“Mabel?” came a shocked voice that was almost familiar, but not quite. And when Mabel slowed her pace along the sidewalk and turned her gaze to her right, she found herself looking at a very… well, it was just odd, wasn’t it, almost as odd as Not Dipper’s mannerisms and general Not Dipper-ness. The contrast of these weird versions to the people she knew was lowkey freakin’ her out.

It was… “Pacifica?” It did very much appear to be Pacifica. The girl looked like Pacifica. She had the same face, eyes, and general appearance, but it looked like Pacifica if Pacifica had aged several years and gotten a hippie costume from a Halloween store. Or a Summerween store. Y’know. Whatever.

“You’re, uh… how are you…?” Pacifica was asking, and Mabel still felt a bit wobbly, but she smiled at this strange version of Pacifica all the same.

“Hi!” Mabel greeted with a cheerful wave, sticking her hand out for the other girl to shake. “I’m Mabel, nice to meet ya!” There was murmuring of words from the crowd that Mabel couldn’t hear or understand, and Pacifica was looking at Mabel’s hand like it had a shark’s mouth and the corresponding number of teeth (which was, fun fact, three thousand), and would give her hand similar treatment to that of those teenagers in Jaws.

Realizing Pacifica wasn’t gonna take her hand, Mabel lowered it with a pout. Not Dipper wasn’t looking at her. He’d stopped walking when she had, but he was staring off into space, his expression blank.

“I… I don’t understand,” Pacifica said, eyeing Mabel warily. “How are you… how are you here?”

Suddenly, Mabel remembered: ‘nother universe, concussion, blah blah blah.

“Right!” She snapped her fingers. “Sorry, I totes magoats forgot!” Pacifica (and everyone else) raised their eyebrows at her. “Have a bit of a concussion here,” she explained, knocking on the side of her head. “Yowch, prolly shouldn’t’ve done that. Anyway, the long and short of it is,” she paused for dramatic effect, “I’m from an alternate dimension! Ta-da!” She did jazz hands. Dramatic effect really was important. Essential, even.

“Okay,” Pacifica said slowly, looking immensely confused. “So, how, exactly…” she glanced at Not Dipper, and her eyes widened. “Holy crap, what happened?!” she exclaimed, rushing towards him. “Are you okay? We need to get you to a hospital, ommigod!”

He rolled his eyes, allowing them to land on her. “It’s none of your concern.” His voice was bored, disinterested, like the absolute last thing in the world he wanted to be doing was to be talking to her, and the fact that he was having to was nothing more than an irritating waste of time.

“Worry not, little missy!” Mabel gave her a double thumbs up. “We’re gonna get it taken care of and the not-broseph over here will be a-okay!”

Nobody else said anything. Pacifica was still looking at her nervously. If they thought she was the alternate universe’s Mabel and they were acting like, well, that, then what in the hell had her other self done to them? Dang diggity, they were looking at Not Dipper the same way; what had he done to them?

She glanced at him. He wasn’t looking at Pacifica anymore. He was staring off into space again.

“Um, well, I-“

Pacifca’s nervous stuttering was cut off by Not Dipper sighing, taking Mabel’s hand in his, and pulling her forward again. “Time to go,” he said, not bothering to look over his shoulder.

Had he always been so... apathetic? Mabel wasn’t sure. Her head was still pounding somewhat, and she couldn’t remember suuuuuper clearly, but she was pretty sure he’d been paying attention to her before. In fact, he’d been focused entirely on her, she had thought. But just then, he wasn’t focusing on anything. He’d totally snubbed Pacifica, too!

“Where are we going, exactly?” Mabel asked, doing her best to wave over her shoulder at the bewildered and fearful-looking townspeople as Not Dipper dragged her along behind him, his hand gentle but firm around hers.

“Home,” Not Dipper said simply, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Not her home, obviously, but his. Was it her shaken brain, or was his distinct lack of the word ‘my’ weird?

“Not… uh…” she took a moment to collect her thoughts. Stupid concussion. What was that word again? “Not a hospital?”

“Not a hospital,” he agreed.

“O...kay…?”

After several minutes of him walking in strides that were a bit much for Mabel, particularly since she was having difficulty walking at all, he looked over his shoulder at her with one of those stupid stupid stupid grins-

“You seem to be having a bit of trouble there, Mabel dear. You’re quite sure you don’t want me to carry you again?”

“Yes, I’m sure!” She nodded emphatically. But, wait a second. “Again? What do you mean again?”

“Oh,” he glanced over his shoulder at her for a second, as if he’d forgotten he’d mentioned it to begin with. “I carried you earlier. When you were unconscious, you know.”

“R- right,” she stuttered. He’d carried her? How terribly embarrassing. She was far too heavy to be carried, and she was massively uncomfortable with this random version of her twin she loved in a very un-sister-type way knowing that she was far too heavy to be carried. “Thank you for saving me, by the way.”

“Of course,” he said easily. “Though please do try not to get into too much trouble now that you’re here.” He paused for a moment. “I’d hate to see something happen to you.”

“Honestly, the only place weird stuff ever happens to me is Gravity Falls,” she chuckled a bit. Her own need to escape had trapped her in a way, hadn’t it? “I’m probably no safer here than I was in my dimension.”

They’d migrated from sidewalks to dirt walkways along the side of a long, winding road that Mabel couldn’t see the end of.

“You’re safe with me,” he told her firmly. “I won’t let anything happen to you.”

He was pulling her along the dirt path still, the earth and gravel crunching beneath her shoes. It was fairly dark by this point, so the chill of the evening air bit into the bare skin her shorts and loose crop top revealed.

“Sorry for complaining, but like. We’ve been walkin’ for a hot minute here, and I’m not seeing any houses in sight, so I’m just…'' she paused to take a break. Words were hard when one had a concussion. “Just kinda wondering if we’ll ever actually get to your far-far-away abode, y’know?”

“We’re almost there,” he assured her, and she could’ve sworn he squeezed her hand, but she really wasn’t sure. She might’ve imagined it. Actually, she probably imagined it. Almost certainly.

Which, side note, but why was he still holding her hand? They weren’t exactly walking side by side, no, but she was close enough behind him to where he didn’t really need to lead her anywhere.

Before she could formulate the words to question it, however, a wall came into view. A very high wall. Perhaps ten feet? Mabel didn’t know; she’d never been great at math. Sue her. It was stone, it looked like, but it was difficult to tell for certain because it was covered in ivy from top to bottom.

“You see?” He smiled at her slightly. “We’re there.”

The road they were walking beside appeared to end at a very large, ornate wrought iron gate that the wall-slash-fence appeared to house, and beyond that lay a driveway, leading to…

A… castle? It certainly looked like a castle. It was very very tall, and she couldn’t see much, but it definitely looked like a castle.

She sped up her pace a bit so she could match his long strides and poke him lightly on the arm. He looked down at her with mild amusement, it looked like. “Hey, uh…” he raised his eyebrows at her. “Is that where you live?”

“Yes, that’s why we’re here,” he said as if it were obvious. As if anyone living in a goddamn castle in the year of our lord 2019 was an obvious conclusion for somebody to jump to.

She noticed that some of his hair had fallen from its slicked back style and was falling over his birthmark. She wondered what it would look like down. She wondered what it would feel like. She wondered- no no no, bad Mabel, very bad, he’s not your Dipper!

“So…” she trailed off for a second. “Just to be clear, so we’re like, one-hundred-and-ten percent on the same page here, you live in a castle. Have… have I got that right, oooorrrrrr…?”

“If you consider this a castle, then yes, I suppose.” Not Dipper was looking down at her again, and he looked like he found her surprise quite funny. Which she didn’t exactly appreciate, but y’know. Beggars can’t choose their rescuers and all that.

They’d finally reached the gate, and it appeared to have a very large G in very fancy cursive on it.

He pressed his thumb to an electronic pad. The gate creaked open, and he strolled through it, pulling her along after him. It closed again as soon as they went through, and she found herself looking around every way she could without making herself all dizzy again.

They navigated around what appeared to be a hedge maze (that she would later discover was also in the shape of a giant cursive G), and it was several more minutes before they reached the overly tall wooden doors.

It wasn’t until he pushed the door open, taking his hand from hers in the process, that she realized he’d never let go of her hand. He’d been holding it the entire time, and she’d never even noticed.

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seggsyxavier · 4 years

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Hii !! may I request 2 (where did they take their s/o on their first date) for phinks + feitan? I read your writings and I think they're cute :) AND I HAD THE SAME HC THAT MACHIS A GOOD SINGER TOO HAHA

Hiiiiiiii😳😳😳I absolutely ADORE your art, please it's so good😭 and ALSO ABOUT MACHI, LIKE I KNOW RIGHT SHE PROLLY HAS SUCH A GOOD VOICE LIKE

well anyways let's get to the point😌✋🏻

Phinks + Feitan headcanons taking s/o on their first date

Okay we know this man is a gentleman(remember when he lent his shirt thingy to shizuku😌✋🏻like) I just wanna clear this up

He probably doesn't really know much things about dating tho

Look, I'm pretty sure Phinks is a gentleman, but he doesn't definitely look like the guy who would be liked by women

What I'm trying to say he isn't really popular(don't hate on me you SIMPS I'm just saying this in his dimension😰)

He's tall and big and I'm pretty sure a lot of women would be scared of him, not only women but also men like everyone

And he's also a thief which is not liked by many

WHICH MAKES YOU SPECIAL

Imagine how happy he felt when you two got together like, it's probably his first time being with someone, and them not being scared of them, and the fact that they see him as cute🥺🥺🥺

And finally he decides

Since he is a thief and if you're fine with him being a thief, he'll take you to a jewelery museum first

Look this babey just wants to get the jewellery for you

He'll steal a lot and after the alarm turns on y'all just have to run😆

And if you can't run fast, he'll place you on his shoulders and run away

If you're not part of the phantom troupe, he just really doesn't want to make a bloody scene in front of you

And even if you're part of it, killing isn't really his hobby and doesn't enjoy it much, he just doesn't wanna kill anyone on your date

Of course you're gonna get chased but y'all gonna get away either ways

(idk what's wrong with my mind anyways)

Y'all created so much chaos in just a few hours 🤠

After that he'll probably put the necklaces on you himself

After this you two are just gonna go to a cafe to just chill and talk about stuff

He doesn't like rambling about himself and doesn't like rambling in general

So you will have the honours to talk about whatever you want

If you are shy, he'll just ask you tons of questions

He really loves listening to your voice cuz it soothes his mind

It's been like a couple of hours and after this he's gonna take you to a place where you guys can watch the sunrise together quietly

It's really beautiful tbh😌

(the first place where you two went might be unexpected but come on we need some spice🏃‍♀️)

This gremlin. 😆✋🏻

Don't get me wrong I love him too he's babey

So technically he doesn't know much about it either

I mean he spent like almost all the time torturing people and stealing jewellery and stuff

He has never been interested into dating until you showed up

His life changed right after he caught feelings for you

You just didn't leave him a choice did you?🤠you little

Anyways😌

He hasn't seen romance movies so he probably can't even think of cliche places from them

So, he'll grab a bunch of books from the library and starts digging into them

And then he finally knows stuff about dating and being a boyfriend

Trust me, after reading those books, he won't disappoint you

At first you two are going to go to an amusement park

(I'm just attracted to amusement park don't get me wrong😢)

He read quite a few books about it so he knows that you two can improve your relationship here quite a lot

You guys spend time here all day long🤠

He also has quite a lot of fun making children trip :)))

And he does it without even getting discovered, I mean😩

There's a lot of people here so when the kid trips he doesn't really see who made him trip

And so feitan listens to it from far away, enjoys the cries of a child

He just really likes when children cry leave him be ✋🏻

You guys are going to get cotton candies

And people mistake him into being your little 12 year old brother so you get a free ticket today😃

I swear to God, he's just this🤏 close to killing those people

He's nerves are literally showing

But good thing you're there with him, you're the only person who can calm him down now

Besides he doesn't want to ruin your date so he keeps calm somehow

The last ride you guys wanted to go on was a roller coaster

He actually isn't scared by it at all, and it's not like him to scream either

He just remains calm holding your hand because you're the one who's screaming😩

In the end it all worked out and you both had fun

I know this doesn't sound like anythnig they would do but pls forgive me🤓

#hxh #hxh headcanons #phinks headcanons #feitan headcanons

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[ LOCATION ] : THE BELIEF DIMENSION; THE NORTH POLE (JULY 25TH, 2:45 AM)

It was finally that time of the year! No, not December! It was July 25th, AKA; Christmas Day! In July! Considered the halfway mark until the real Christmas, this faux holiday was held in well regard to those who couldn’t wait until December! To the Santas (most of them anyways), the belief was so strong in July, that they considered it good enough day to deliver presents.

Before last year, only Classic Santa Claus considered the day worth delivering presents to. He would scramble and scrounge up all that he could to make some toys worth delivering, all by himself. Well, last year the other Santas were around and they refused to let Classic put all of the stress of the mid-holiday on himself. This year was no different.

After a night of successful deliveries, a myriad of Sleighs had made their way back to the North Pole. Once they descended back inside North’s workshop, the Santas exited their sleighs exhausted.

“ Ah, there’s nothing quite like the feeling of a job well done, eh Gruzzlebeard? “ Secret Santa said, nudging his partner.

The troll nearly collapsed onto the ground. The trip had tired Gruzzlebeard out! He wasn’t expecting a long trip at all. So after recollecting himself, Gruzzlebeard glared at his partner and yawned.

“ Yeesh, I dunno why ya even BROUGHT me, Big Red! I hardly gave anyone a lick’a coal!! Prolly ‘cuz no one Naughty would be caught dead celebratin’ this stupid holiday... “

“ You’d be surprised at just how much this so-called silly holiday is catching on! “ Space Santa intervened. “ Why, just compared to our flight last year, we’ve it approximately twenty-percent more houses! That’s a heck of a lot of Christmas Spirit! “

“ Yet we made RECORD time, hohoho!! “ Pilot Santa said loudly. He wrapped his large arms around Gruzzlebeard and Space Santa. “ Lookout December! I’m gonna break Christmas of 1976′s record for sure!! “

“ No offense, but I’m gonna side with Oscar the Grouch over here.” Fred said while rubbing his eyes. “ I don’t mind pitchin’ in every year with you guys, but not in the middle of Summer! The wife n’ I were in the Bahamas, man! “

“ Which is why I appreciate you showing up at all, Frederick! “ Classic Santa stood in the middle of the Workshop and held cups of Hot Cocoa for the others. Fred gave a reluctant smile and accepted the Cocoa.

“ Oh uh, no problem Big S. “

Once the others joined back into the main room of the Workshop, Classic Santa cleared his throat and spoke to everyone.

“ Hohoho! Thank you all for taking the time to help make this the greatest Christmas in July ever! We’ve delivered all of our presents in outstanding time! “ There was thunderous applause. “ As Santa Clauses, it is our duty to bring joy and wonder to those who across the Mutliverse! While of course that means we prepare for December, that role expands all year long! You all have proven that you indeed are Santa Clauses through and through! “

“ Now, get some rest boys!! I’ll be seeing you all a few months from now! And to all a Good Night!! Hohoho!! “

“ HOHOHO!! “ Most of the other Santa’s responded.

“ uh, yeah hoho. “ Fred said, poorly swinging his fist in the air.

“ Hoho-HUMBUG, I’m goin’ t’bed... “

The Santas may have been brought together due to unforeseen circumstances, but they were one big family. As they returned to each of their worlds, each could rest knowing that they successfully brought joy to other’s lives.

Merry Christmas in July, Everyone!!

#INTO THE SANTAVERSE || ( drabble post! )#[ WHEW i have had a busy and not great weekend but i really wanted to pump this out for y'all!! ]#[ merry christmas in july y'all!! ]#[ honestly? if y'all want more santa content before november/december lemme know! ]#[ i'd be more than happy to pop in if folks want starters! ]

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iconsumeheadcanons · 3 years

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hello, for the WIP game.... "fanfic in my google docs? its more likely than you :/" and "theater food" :)

bro...bro..BRO you are getting large chucks of these bc im not sure if these will be finished/posted anytime soon..<3 ive gotten a lot of love today thank u so muchhh asldkfjaslkdfj i hope u enjoy!! here is all of ‘theater food’ and half of the first one

fanfic in my google docs? its more likely than you think :/

May 30th - 16:33 - Afterschool

Ren was still in the middle of hastily reading Futaba’s texts from hours ago when he opened the door to his family home and found his mother pacing in the genkan.

“...Mom, wha-?”

“I got a call from your school,” she says instead of hello. Ren freezes. Mona shifts in his bag. There’s silence for a second too long, but his mother quickly catches his tense posture and readjusts her approach. There haven’t been any arguments in a week and she doesn’t want to make this a new one.

“The counselor said you were fighting with a first-year,” she starts in a more inviting tone, but she tenses when she sees how quickly Ren’s cautious neutral face shifts into a frown.

“I-I just want to know what happened,” she says.

Ren releases an angry huff instead of turning around and leaving because he recognizes that his mother isn’t trying to jump to conclusions--that she trying to hear his side--but he still has hours worth of bad emotions at the forefront of his mind, so he kicks off his sneakers without undoing the laces and haphazardly drops them on the shoe rack before he allows himself to say anything.

Of course, because he is an angry idiot, his first response is: “There was no fight. It was just an argument,” and he snaps his mouth closed because that is exactly what a delinquent guilty of starting a fight would say and Makoto would be so disappointed in him right now. Morgana delivers her phantom message with a disapproving really, Joker?

His mother guiltily shifts her hands, one eyebrow twitching at Morgana’s muffled meow.

“I just used the words of the counselor,” she amends, gesturing for Ren to enter the family room.

When they enter, she sits at one side of the rickety couch and pats the other seat. She smiles with some invitation, a dash of hesitance, and a sprinkle of uncertainty as if she has no clue how to speak to her teenage son. She looks at him sort of like he’s a child, but at least she doesn’t seem afraid of him like she was before Golden Week.

Ren joins her at the couch, releases Morgana on to the space between them so he doesn’t have to think about the distance, and conjures up how he can best explain the events of the morning in the least incriminating way (shouldn’t have to, he thinks, didn’t do nothing wrong in the first place) but his mother recognizes his thinking face before he can start.

“W-whatever you say, I’ll believe you, sweetie,” she encourages honestly. He can tell she means it because she tucks her hands in between her knees and tilts her legs in the picture perfect display of humble motherliness to hide how her legs would bounce otherwise. He turns to face her a bit, legs spread out and back slouched in a show of teenage indifference, despite his nervous right leg and the rhythmic flickers of light that bounce off of his phone case as he deftly spins his smartphone in his left hand.

“You mean that?” he can’t help but ask, belying his blase posture.

His mother nods with lips pursed, proving to her son that she has no intention of speaking over him. Emboldened yet reluctant, Ren begins the recount of his day at school.

theater food

Ren slides into his seat while Hamuko and Ryuji chatter away about beef bowl places. Their enthusiastic discussion about cheap, fast, good food is not helping Ren’s patience or hunger. Usually Ren’s been in charge of the food prep because he’s the only one who knows how to make something all of the Thieves plus Hamuko will eat, but when they left Kamoshitty City today, Theodore pleasantly requested if he could make a recipe he’s been working on, which Hamuko had endorsed immediately.

Ren agreed because Theodore is really hot and the thought of him buzzing around the kitchen is appealing enough, but around 40 minutes later, Ren is very hungry and is cursing his inability to disagree with tall hot people. To distract himself, he tries to brainstorm ways to free Haru and Makoto from Kamoshit-man’s unproportionately buff grasp, but his brain keeps snapping back to his teammates’ loud discussions and Theodore in a heart apron and himself in a cute pinafore sharing a festival smoothie--the romantic ones with the heart shaped straw--under the setting sun. He doesn’t even like smoothies.

From the other corner of the weird theater lunch tables Futaba sends him a blank look that implies that she can hear his raging gay thoughts. Ren sticks his tongue out at her, and to Futaba’s left, Nagi raises a thin eyebrow and points at herself as though she thought he was talking to her. Embarrassed but never one to lose, Ren sticks out his tongue again at her paired with a flirtatious wink. At the head of the table beside Ren, Akechi makes a face. Futaba gags. Unaffected, Nagi returns her attention to Yusuke’s analysis of Hamuko’s preferred color palette for her hypothetical thief costume.

Ren’s phone buzzes in his pocket, and he fishes it out, wondering how someone managed to text him while he’s in a magical dimension theater metaphor place. He quickly gives up that train thought when he sees Futaba’s SNS username. A quick glance up shows that she’s pointedly staring at her phone, so he swipes open the message.

wat did theo say he was making?

i hungr

idk

worried u wont like it?

duh

if hes anything like those tsuntsun twins he’ll probably poison it

...i didnt think of that

prolly not though. i mean hamuko trusts him

ur only saying that cuz hes a pretty boy

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

for real though he wouldnt

The twins would without a doupt

*akechi voice* haha it was merely a jest!

DSKLFASLDKFSD STOP HES RIGHT

HES RIHGT NEXT TO ME ASSHOEL

“Food’s ready!” Theodore announces over Ren and Futaba’s unsubtle snickers. Somehow, Theodore has acquired two shining serving platters.

“Theo, you’re the best!” Hamuko says, standing up immediately to help him serve because she (and Haru) is the sweetest person in the universe.

“Thanks,” Ren tacks on because he’s ‘in charge’ and he’s supposed to ‘set good examples’. He does not, however, stand up to help because he is lazy.

The rest of the group is already chorusing thank yous and crowding around the food like hungry animals. Makoto is not around to tell them that they’re acting like children. Akechi is patiently waiting for everyone to get out of the way before he serves himself, which is probably a smarter idea than Ren who’s walking around the table so he can insert himself between Ann and Ryuji, the most destructive eaters of their current group. Yusuke, another main offender however justified, already has a bowl full of what appears to be noodles, veggies, and chicken covered in a savory sauce.

#my writing #p5 #p3 #pq #the firsts a lil wordy but i like details so ykno #idk how to make text others colors on desktop but ren is italized text

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comicteaparty · 4 years

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March 21st-March 27th, 2020 Creator Babble Archive

The archive for the Creator Babble chat that occurred from March 21st, 2020 to March 27th, 2020. The chat focused on the following question:

What are some background details you know about your story that won’t ever actually come up in the main narrative?

Cronaj (Whispers of the Past)

Oh boy... So many in Whispers of the Past... The first—which I believe I've mentioned before—is that some of the characters' sexualities never really get brought up outside of some subtle subtext. For example, Ryukou is asexual aromantic, but he is married, and he honestly doesn't even know that being aroace is a thing. His wife, Maya, is bisexual, and her attraction to women is hinted at, but not explicitly said. The second background detail that will likely never make it into the main narrative is Kelan's grief after SPOILER the death of his wife. END SPOILER The story takes place years after this event, and yet he still hasn't completely recovered. That being said, it just never really comes up in the narrative, again, outside of subtext. Thirdly, Izrekiel actually has a dependency on physical contact and skinship, because of the lack of affection he was given as a child. This, once again, only really comes up in subtext and is hinted at through his actions, but it is never explained. Aaaaand finally, there is a lot of magical lore that is never explained even remotely. In the story, it is treated very much like a soft magic system, but there are some "harder" elements that go into explaining why certain things have happened, but... they are not actually explained in the story. More like... I know about them, and I can explain these things to anyone who cares to ask (edited)

Capitania do Azar

Oh I suppose that in https://www.sarilho.net/en/ I'm never gonna go in detail about the geopolitics, the different power structures or even how the main empire is structured. We may get hints at it, but it's not necessary for the story so I don't think I'm gonna include much. Details about characters' sexualities are prolly just gonna be hinted at mainly because they don't have the words to express them the same way we do Also I really care about the differences between the different languages and particularly between the spoken and written versions of these, but I can't find a way to have a character explain those just because so you'll have to figure it out through background information like posters and graffiti

sagaholmgaard

Ohh this prompt came at the right time because it's been on my mind lately!! In Reclaim, https://tapas.io/series/_Reclaim_ My two main characters, Albus and Styrka, are in a queerplatonic relationship, which they don't have the word for and it doesn't ever come up except in subtext. I'm trying to write them so that it really shows that they love each other, and everyone knows this, but there won't be a point were they "get together" so to speak because they already have everything they want between each other! And I'm very Soft for this but also nervous that when the story is finished people might feel let down that it doesn't end up in straight up romance? if that makes sense And there's a lot of history research I did that is contextually there but not mentioned in words. That's just one of those things where my knowledge is deeper than what shows in the comic, but I think the story is better for it :D (It's not historic fiction because I'm taking a lot of liberties, but the research is helpful all the same)

chalcara [Nyx+Nyssa]

One of the paladin/church knight's gay, but it never comes up, because, you know, marriage in their world's decided by the parents, because it's a matter of inheritance and heirs not love. He's married, and actually decent friends with his wife and children, but he's taking his oaths seriously. So he never even mentions the people's he's attracted too.

There are openly gay couples in the story, it just didn't work out for him; his family needed that alliance.

LadyLazuli (Phantomarine)

In Phantomarine (http://www.phantomarine.com/) I have two gods that drive the entire story. But seven other gods existed at one point in time. I will be delving into at least two other gods’ stories - as a good background for why the remaining two are in such a tumultuous relationship - but there are five others that I don’t really plan on writing about in great detail. Their symbols and names may pop up in various texts/decorations/etc, but there’s not enough time for a super detailed character study of each. Perfect for side stories, though

mariah (rainy day dreams)

Rainy Day Dreams (http://rainydaydreams.mariahcurrey.com/) takes place in an alternate dimension and the plot deals mostly with interdimensional travelers, but the world is post first interstellar contact also. Only the story isn't a sci-fi so there's no real reason to talk about how robust their space program is and there are already monsters so there's no easy way to tell who's a native and who's and alien.

eli [a winged tale]

Whoa Mariah that sounds fun! I love how everyone’s worlds are complex and in depth and there are clues within the story

Would these details be part of another project/side stories/lorebook? What’s everyone’s plans for these secrets

Cronaj (Whispers of the Past)

My secrets are basically just stewing in my brain I mean, I guess if a reader ever asked, I'd spill all the secrets, but so far, that hasn't happened.

Tuyetnhi (OIYD!)

same lmao

I guess a background detail the comic won't get into is how the imagery in Cara's dream became promiment before her dream boyfriend came to the picture. I did wrote a prequel where she was having dreams of her late grandma who's stories got super visual in her head. Most of the events she told to Cara were from late 70's Vietnam.(edited)

some of those dreams and nightmares were partly inspired from my parent's part growing up in the time, such as my dad encountering a ghoulish corpse with his grandpa and my mom actually building things from a hut in the jungle

so yeah lmao. ghost story dreams

eli [a winged tale]

Mariah I’m curious about non-scifi parallel universe space program alien monsters are they more the reasoning for how the story exists but you won’t be going into depth with them? (Ie not a plot twisty thing?)

Ghost story dreams and parallel places in real life sound like a good atmosphere/mood element in your story!

Tuyetnhi (OIYD!)

yeah lmao. I wasn't sure how to add it but Cara does mention about her grandma's story in future chapters (if my hands let me draw faster lolol). but as a small tibit. Maybe I'll sit down and write more as a side story lol

eli [a winged tale]

Side stories sound like a great way to showcase more of the world

Tuyetnhi (OIYD!)

I'll consider it lolol

mariah (rainy day dreams)

They're just kind of an additional details that I came up with while thinking about the world. The planet itself I decided a long time ago is Eart but like 100,000 years in the future so the tectonic plates have shifted and the continents are different. The setting is kind of a mix of old-timey and futuristic, but also mixed with magic so the lines between what is technology and what's just supernatural are already pretty blurred. So since it's already sort of a futuristic society I thought it would just be a neat addition to also have had aliens either have shown up or been discovered. I also figured that since the world is super used to inter-dimensional travelers they probably wouldn't be super freaked out to life from off-planet since they already know they aren't alone in the multi-verse? X'D but this stuff really doesn't have any baring on the main story. Like it might be something Mara tells Tristin as some point to blow her human mind. I just like to dig into little setting corners and make tunnels readers probably won't ever see X)

eli [a winged tale]

Ooh that sounds really neat! A big world to discover for the attentive readers

DanitheCarutor

Oh I got some stuff! 1. Part of this can be spoilers for future scenes, so I'm putting it behind a thing. SPOILER Apollo's origin. He was adopted and while at some point him and Julian discuss his parents briefly, it never really comes up in the main narrative. Apollo himself doesn't really care much since he was adopted as a baby and doesn't even know who they are outside of a picture that was given to him as a kid. Essentially they were an Irish couple who moved to the states, the father died at some point and the mother followed close behind during childbirth. There weren't any known relatives, at least ones that wanted to him, so Apollo went into the system and was lucky enough to be adopted almost immediately. END SPOILER 2. Julian's origin. This is kind of brought up briefly later on, but Julian doesn't really know where they're from so nothing much comes of it outside of remembering small bits of how their life was before being found. Although it is eluded to what the situation possibly could have been. 3. Julian's real age and date of birth. Since they didn't have any kind of ID the doctors had to guess their age, which isn't an important detail for the story so I don't see a point in adding it. 4. The details of what happened at Hopeful Hands. This place is discussed a lot, but the talk is more about the trauma that was inflicted and how to move on, rather than lingering on the details. Although enough of what happened is brought up to get a good picture of what kind of place it is/was. I figured laying it all out would be a little too much, and would take away from the main point of the story. 5. The lives of Apollo's friends. There are a couple side character who get fleshed out a bit later on, but since the story isn't about them I didn't see a need in showing more than what is necessary.

snuffysam (Super Galaxy Knights)

Hmm... there's certainly quite a few things that don't show up in the main narrative. Like Super Galaxy Knights Deluxe R is very much the Mizuki show, very few other characters get deep explorations into their backstories. But, like, that's what the short stories are for. As for things that never show up in the series at all... the only ones I can think of are the history of the world (because, like, it's pretty boring) and the specifics of how certain technology works. Like, I have a list of people & companies that various locations in the series were named after, and a list of the dynasties in the Giduli Kingdom. There's... not really any interesting stories there, it's just a dry list, so it's not something really worth caring about. And, like, saying "FTL travel in this world works by traveling to a parallel universe where everything is exactly the same except half as big" is kinda interesting I guess... but there's no reason for any character to mention it, and that specific detail really isn't relevant to the story besides "there is FTL travel in this world".

Feather J. Fern

Oh man, for Teasday, any detail about what the actual background of the story is. It's mostly character driven, if the characters don't care, or don't know, they don't talk about it. For Go Figure, I think no one is going to be told anything about the other battles in the past but they did happen.

sssfrs (JOE IS DEAD)

There are so many stories I have built into the backstories of various characters that probably won't come up in the main work but have thought about making other adjacent comics about. For example I could imagine doing a prequel type thing about Joe's life & exploits

Since he is a cool character but unfortunately dead for this entire story

AntiBunny

In AntiBunny, http://AntiBunny.net/ I can't think of any reason to bring up the fact that Runo is asexual. Juju is also bisexual, and that also never comes up.

Desnik

Right now it's the warlock's magic system. I got it all worked out and then it suddenly had nothing to do with my plot.

Erin Ptah (BICP | Leif & Thorn)

I think sexuality details are easier to work in than a lot of people expect. You don't need a character to stand up and announce Have I Mentioned That I Am Asexual Today -- it can be an offhand mention that not all your readers will even pick up on. (But the ones who are looking for it will notice.) https://leifandthorn.com/comic/family-deserts-4-33/

What I've teased but never been able to work into Leif & Thorn canon (yet?) are the details of the World's Largest Cheese Sculpture.

There's also a lot of country names and flags in the bank that haven't shown up yet...but I'm about to draw scenes from a big international song competition, so I'm probably gonna need even more than I already have.

keii’ii (Heart of Keol)

TBH as an ace person, I don't really pick up on these things. It has to be more concrete for me. Kudos for those who do pick up on them and find them validating, though.

The cheese sculpture sounds epic.

Erin Ptah (BICP | Leif & Thorn)

Ahhh, that's what "reading the comments section to check out other people's theories" is for!

keii’ii (Heart of Keol)

I do that, but I don't consider that canon until the actual comic convinces me

It's also not something we creators can rely on, especially those of us who don't get many comments...

I'm not saying this is bad. Offhand mentions are great, just not concrete proof for everybody (and nothing is for everybody, sooooo).

Erin Ptah (BICP | Leif & Thorn)

Yeah, as a reader I like a lot of comics that don't get many comments...but it's cool when they do and there are people coming up with things.

keii’ii (Heart of Keol)

So I get it if a fellow creator finds it difficult to show that a character is ace -- like, maybe they're like me and they want Concrete Proof rather than an indication.

Erin Ptah (BICP | Leif & Thorn)

But the creator would already have concrete proof, right? Since it's their character. And the idea is that, even if it won't reach all readers, the indications are still better than nothing.

keii’ii (Heart of Keol)

Yeah, like I said, they're not bad to have.

Erin Ptah (BICP | Leif & Thorn)

(for reference, the comic I linked above isn't the first offhand-mention related to that character, it's just the point when readers started putting it together)

keii’ii (Heart of Keol)

I'm not trying to dissuade anyone from slipping in those indications. Just saying different strokes for different folks.

DanitheCarutor

Reminds me of a comic I read called 'WANDERING' (https://tapas.io/series/wandern), the main male character in it is ace, although this is never stated out right in the story. At some point readers were speculating about his sexuality due to some hints, although I was totally oblivious. Didn't have any idea where the discussion came from. I do agree that a reader is more likely to pick up on something if they're looking for it though, as someone who doesn't care too much about a character's sexuality and gender (when those subjects aren't important to the story) I don't pick up on then unless the author holds my hand a little. Although when it comes to one of my character's genders it's never stated in my comic either, someone just asks about pronouns and attire later on and that's it. Kind of ironic. Lol

keii’ii (Heart of Keol)

I'm in a similar boat. Most of my characters' orientations are left ambiguous. I may need to drop an additional hint or two for some of them...

DanitheCarutor

Pfff right? I don't think my comic even had the word 'gay' in it until a few pages ago and I'm already into chapter 5. (to be fair, Apollo's sexuality is pretty obvious. The hits are really unsubtle.) I've thought about making my character's gender more easy to read for oblivious people like me, but that part of the comic is more about what makes them feel good in their own skin rather than putting a title to it. So people who miss my Twitter posts and author's comments can just speculate for themselves, I guess.

keii’ii (Heart of Keol)

I can respect that. For me, a big part of the reason I'm wanting to put more hints is because I don't want people to accuse me of.... what people accused Legend of Korra about (I didn't watch it, but I did see some of those complaints)

Cronaj (Whispers of the Past)

Ah... The good ol' "why is she randomly bi?"

They didn't do a good job of showing it throughout the series up until that point at the end

But, big but, the creators mentioned that she was always intended to be bi, but they were afraid that Nickelodeon wouldn't let them represent a bi character on TV.(edited)

keii’ii (Heart of Keol)

Again, coming from someone who hasn't watched it, I feel like the complaint should be "why is she suddenly in love" rather than "why is she suddenly bi" -- same issue with shoehorned in straight romance

Cronaj (Whispers of the Past)

That too

These characters were fighting over the same man at some point

keii’ii (Heart of Keol)

big shrug indeed, it sounds like

DanitheCarutor

Oooh! I thought it was the "stop the show to announce my gender/sexuality" thing. I never saw the show either and didn't see many of the complaints since I don't hang out on social media very often. Lol @keii’ii (Heart of Keol) That's understandable! With how stuff like that is nowadays it's better to be safe and make sure readers know, rather than not make it known till the last possible minute. It does kind of suck if putting in bigger hints doesn't mesh with will your story though.

Gosh, about the Korra thing, they could have dropped some subtle pick up lines in while fighting over the dude. But not wanting your show to get pulled or not wanting to be denied stuff is understandable.

Tuyetnhi (OIYD!)

oh yeah, the LoK convos about Korra and Asami. I watched the show during that time and it's just rip

Nick said to the creators they will pull the show if there's an explict statement that Kora and Asami being BI

so they had to be lowkey as hell in the end, which at the time of 2013-2014? idk the year

it was a steping stone for american cartoons I guess rip

keii’ii (Heart of Keol)

Yeah, and even though LoK aired back when things were a little different.... honestly I still feel that kinda pressure from EVERY angle, just a different flavor of it.

Tuyetnhi (OIYD!)

yea

DanitheCarutor

Well, last minute LGBT+ is better than none. Now there are a few shows like that, right? SU is super into it? (I don't watch this show either so I'm guessing based on fan discussion) and the MLP final dropped in some last minute stuff.

keii’ii (Heart of Keol)

I have at least one character with cross orientation, and that's really awkward to show when I don't wanna put any... sex in the comic. (It's got lots of juvenile "tee hee butts" kinda stuff, but nothing steamy)

AntiBunny

Other tidbits I've thought of that I couldn't really address without just dropping a big exposition bomb are bits of lagosapien biology. They for instance have a shorter adolescence than humans, so they're shorter, but reach adulthood sooner. Their eyes are a bit wider than a human's, giving them a wider field of view, but less depth perception, and that they have higher muscular density, but being about half the size are on average human, are a little weaker than an adult human.

eli [a winged tale]

I know some webcomics have world lores and character notes at the end of each chapter

mathtans

Oh, things that don't show up? Randomly I'll toss in here that Expona is left handed. (Mostly consistently, I may have slipped up in the art once or twice.) Never something that makes sense for characters to talk about though, and not plot relevant, so... does that qualify? I dunno.

Joichi / Sarah

@Erin Ptah (BICP | Leif & Thorn) sorry I'm late but I like the way you point out about asexuality. I was thinking of how to show concrete proof one's ace. But most of the time, I can pick up 'emotional signs' if it has inner monologue about romance.

The hard part of it, is being one myself, and it's always 'been like this' but in comic, it has to be said somewhere

Erin Ptah (BICP | Leif & Thorn)

Ah, good to hear!

Erin Ptah (BICP | Leif & Thorn)

And yeah, that was my intention, encouraging people who feel stuck between "explicit announcement" or "nothing at all" to remember that you have in-between options. And if you take that approach, there's all kinds of creative/offbeat/fun things you can do with it.

(Applies to everything else, too, sexual orientation just happens to be the thing people were talking about when it came up.)

#ctparchive #comic #webcomics #indie comics #comic chat #comic discussion #creator interview #comic creator interview #creator babble #comic tea party #ctp

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autumnfanfiction · 6 years

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The next few weeks Chris and Robyn spent every moment together that everyone in the hospital started taking notice. Their rooms were interchangeable, so it was either his room or hers, but Chris liked going to her so she wouldn’t have to move. He started spending nights there and tried to convince Nurse Sandy to persuade the doctors of moving his bed into Robyn’s room. The doctor overseeing them was hesitant but promised that he would give it some thought.

They didn’t have a title for what their relationship was but actions speak louder than words, and their actions implied they were a couple. They characterized it as more than friends, less than lovers. Oddly enough when Robyn would go see Gran Gran, she would go alone because Chris wasn’t ready to meet her just yet. He planned on making things official between them before that took place and his Mother would fly in from Virginia. By that time everything would be definite.

Their late night dates were frequent, and Robyn loved sneaking out with him just off the fact they haven’t gotten caught. Chris gave her life a thrill and filled it with adventure. It was something new every day that she anticipated the next. She could have never imagined that she would be feeling the happiness she was experiencing at this point in her life. If it wasn’t for her being in the hospital and getting checked ever so often for any new developments, she would have forgotten she had cancer in the first place.

He did that––– made her forget anything that was troubling her. He soothed the rough edges in her life, and thankfully she did the same for him. Life had been cruel to her, but in the midst of her madness, she found peace with him, so that alone outweighed the bad. They say “love conquers all” and she wished that love would conquer what was trying to weaken them. Her faith was getting better though, and it was due to the two people in her life. Whenever she needed reassurance Chris would describe her as a woman clothed with strength and dignity, so she shouldn’t have fear of the future. They prayed together and being Chris’ sole focus for a time was to bring her closer to God than himself, she knew he was the one. She made up her mind a while ago and said to herself she would trust in God and lean not on her own understanding; she would not have a spirit of fear but of love and a sound mind.

She was in her Gran Gran’s room since Chris was sleeping and wanted to get some advice and shake the last few loose ends she had of doubt. “Gran Gran?”

“Yes, Anna?”

“I’m scared.”

“Scared of what?”

“I think it’s obvious the only word to describe our feelings for one another is love, we’ve just haven’t said it, but I still have these what ifs. I mean, is it actually easier for both of us to be together because we have the same illness? I think it’s the opposite. What if he runs off? What if he finds another girl to like?”

“Trust in his loyalty. Mi see him respects yuh so him won’t do anyting like that.”

“Trusting is hard. Knowing who to trust is even harder.”

“Yet yuh trust him, Anna.”

“You’re right.” She said quietly

Dolly looked at her granddaughter thoughtfully. “Mi don’t tink dat is what has yuh scared, Anna,” She paused. “Yuh neva thought yuh would get dis attached, did yuh?”

She shook her head. "No. I think about him so much, and I've tried to stop myself from doing so. He’s amazing Gran, you know?” Robyn paused smiling as a visual of him popped into her mind. “This isn’t surface level I feel it deeply in my bones. I feel I can surrender myself, submit, and allow myself to be exposed to him. I’ve never felt I could do that with any man before. And that scares me Gran Gran how easily I’ve conceded to this, to him. I’m getting attached and that’s not safe. It's not safe getting attached to someone not knowing what the future holds. Feelings change, people change. Nothing is definite, and nothing is promised in life except death."

“If yuh not able ta get him out yuh mind, him prolly ‘posed ta be dere.” Gran Gran Dolly looked at her granddaughter and sighed. “Him not like de otha man, yuh know? Him won’t leave yuh, Anna. Mi know it hurt yuh, but dis ain’t de same ting.”

“I know they aren’t the same.”

“Mi hope so cuz mi would hate ta see yuh push him awey. Luckily, mi know him won’t budge.”

Like regular Robyn, and Chris snuck out for their date unbeknownst to Robyn he had something special planned this evening. He planned on taking her out to a nice restaurant for some good food and entertainment. Then would cap the night off with showing her some new art pieces he’d been working on without her knowledge. He made a great effort into capturing her beauty in some of them, and the simplicity of their relationship with others. He dabbled in different types of styles of art because it fit how dynamic their relationship was. He just hoped she would see it because he sensed a change in her recently.

They were at his art studio in his penthouse where all his past works and new ones were. Robyn felt like she entered another dimension consuming herself with the different artworks he made. She couldn’t believe this artistic soul was her best friend and possibly more. To her, it took a creative genius to be able to create art like his, and that’s exactly what he was to her.

“Come here, I want to see you some things.”

“New art?”

He nodded and smiled at her enthusiasm. He took her hand and led her to the other side that was much more secluded and intimate for the types of paintings he crafted. As soon as they stepped into that spot Robyn let his hand go and wandered on her own looking at the collection before her. There were precisely five canvases, and it was clear he was trying to tell her something. It was a story. A love story. How it was before them, how it became when they met, and what would happen after it was official.

If she doubted them before, she couldn’t possibly now, and she felt her emotions take over. He stood back and watched her go through all of them. He wanted this. For some reason, he wanted it badly, and he wouldn’t force her to but allow her to come to terms this, them was right.

“What’s going through your mind Buttercup?” He asked softly

“What if we never met?”

“But we did.”

“How can you be so sure about this? About us?”

“How can you not be?” He had the answers for her, but she didn’t have the answer for him. At least at the moment. Her constant apprehension was starting to annoy her too, but she couldn’t help but be that way with everything she’s gone through. Her heart and mind were playing tug of war even though her mind knew what was right. She was just so used to doubting when good things came along she never allowed herself to fully enjoy it. Which was the current problem here that was becoming more prevalent despite the strides she made.

“Robyn, you know how I feel about you.”

“I know.” She said quietly

“Do you feel the same?”

“Without a shadow of a doubt.”

“So what are you so afraid of? What about this makes you feel so uneasy?”

“It’s not you. I don’t know I’m just so used to being let down that it’s customary for me to block my blessings. I just don’t want to lose this, to lose you. I allowed myself to enjoy spending so much time with you that for the first time in a long time I was free from worrying. I was out of my own head. But I have a tendency to assume the worst when things have gone great for too long. This is too good to be true.”

Robyn ran a hand down her face, and Chris felt she still had more to say so he remained silent waiting patiently for her to continue. “My last relationship was a joke. I thought I finally found love until he dipped on me when he learned I had cancer. He abandoned me in my time of need, and that’s left a bitter taste in my mouth. I always get abandoned, always have people leave my life after they feel they don’t need me anymore. I didn’t expect to be so open and receptive towards you—– I honestly didn’t want to, I wanted to keep myself sheltered away, and keep my heart cold. That was the safer choice. But you made it so hard. I know you’re not him I’d be a fool to think otherwise, but at some point, it’s possible that you can leave to and the way you’d exit my life would be beyond my control. I’m scared to get attached because to do so then have you taken away from me after being so deep? I’d fall into despair from which I’d never recover.”

Chris walked up to her slowly and wrapped his arms around her. “Robyn as long as you’re breathing I’m not going anywhere.”

“It’s just not fair!” He held onto her tightly but not so much to where he could cause her pain. She was shaking and soon tears started to fall. He made her face him and made sure to kiss all her tears away. She needed to let her tears go because she had been holding this in for so long and maybe now she’d be able to free herself from all the doubt.

“I talked to God about you,” he paused as she met his eyes. He smiled. “I actually talk about you to him regularly in the mornings. I feel like it’s the best time to do so because in my eyes love comes alive at night, but love is more seasoned and tender during the day.” He brushed a piece of her curls from her face and kissed her forehead, and she melted into his arms. “Anyway, I asked him why he would bring you to me now. Why he would bring me happiness if it would only be temporary. I didn’t think I’d get an answer, but I got one. You want to know what he told me?”

Robyn nodded and sniffled. “He told me he brought you to me because that was his will. We were supposed to meet each other under these circumstances so we could uplift each other. In that process, we become closer and find love also binding us closer to him. He said I need to fret not because our love will stand the test of time and would certainly not be temporary. Baby Girl, I have doubts too. It’s okay to have doubts as long as we recognize what’s true in the end.”

“What if the end is near?”

“Is that your heart or your mind talking?”

Robyn bit her lip and put her head down. Chris put his finger under her chin and brought it up slowly. “Tell me, Baby Girl, when did you last let your heart decide? And why are you fighting it?”

“Meeting you has made me wonder why I thought I’d be better off alone.”

He stroked her cheek. “So you gonna stop running from me and be my girlfriend?”

“I’d be honored to be your girlfriend.”

He spun her around a few times, before setting her on her feet but they never backed out of their embrace. Chris looked at her eyes then her lips. He leaned in and kissed her, and Robyn felt her head spinning. The kiss was slow, and they both were savoring every second that passed by. His tongue was between her lips, and she let him in happily. Neither of them had ever felt like this before, and the fact it was them made it that much sweeter. His tongue penetrated hers, her sweet scent, and the heat emanating from his body made their kiss loaded with passion.

They finally pulled away both of them cheesing. Chris winked, and Robyn giggled. “That was nice.”

“If you thought that was something wait until I really put my tongue to work on your inner workings,” Chris flicked his tongue at her and she laughed lightly slapping his chest. “And I’ll work them out in more ways than one.”

“You tryna raw me?”

“I wanna go raw in your heart.”

Robyn gasped. She wasn’t expecting that response, but his tone of voice stirred emotions inside of her and definitely changed the mood.

Chris lightly pressed himself against her. He pressed his lips against her ear and let out a breath, which caused Robyn’s skin to heat up. He smirked before saying what was currently on his mind. His body was on autopilot acting out every line that formed in his head. His voice was far removed from his normal soft tone but more seductive. He made sure he rubbed up against her at certain parts indicating he was willing to surrender his heart and himself to her.

Raw; no protection sliding my way in

breaking down your walls

giving you every inch...

I crave to be deep in your guts and as much as I love being inside nothing brings me a stronger climax than being deep in your thoughts

Deep in your heart

stroking your soul

stroking... until your heart and mind are on the same accord

Raw; eye contact as I strip you down wanting to see your naked truths

plucking you... until all I feel is softness

I know gold lives inside of you

I push back, you react there’s something sexy about the way you unfurl before me

I put the head in...

hoping your head is no longer a barrier of your heart I want to coat it

Penetrate deep overflowing you with love until it drips into your soul

backstrokes and breaststrokes as it creeps into your mind that you’ve let your guard go

Raw, can I raw you? May I? Slide my way in with no protection and give you every inch?

But more importantly…

The question is, can you take it?

#chrianna #chrianna ff #chrianna fanfic #chrianna fanfiction #chris brown #rihanna #chris brown fanfic #rihanna fanfic

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Hi, I'm Bullet. I'm twenty! I draw a lot of Sonic and the occasional FNAF. That's really the focus of this blog as well as WIPs of my sonic art that doesn't make it to twitter. Unfortunately I've always sucked at drawing in a 'sonic' style so now I just draw them like furries.

Some more about me? I'm a queer trans man, so I do use he/him. I'm hispanic, and a kemetic pagan. I've got a big ol' hound dog and a very cringe turtle.

↻ My Sonk AU

In short: I miss and like some stuff from Archie but I prefer the game lore and worlds (Adventure timeline mostly) so I'm kinda shoving the two together, adding my own stuff, and applying a LOT of glue. There's some cyberpunk themes, some magic and gods. So much going it's a lot. It's mostly focused on Scourge and his own zone/dimension which I've changed so much, and besides him and some parents I've really dumped the entire Archie cast. Scourge's main group is now like the chaotix plus Amy; it really is more of 'what if Scourge in game timeline' thing. I'll be posting some more stuff about it and maybe making things a little clearer but right now it's just an excuse for me to incorporate Scourge into Sonic game stuff and to get rid of all the castles and squirrels and echidna cousins. Right now I'm calling it Bullet AU because I literally cannot think of anything else, and with the amount of guns in it 💀 I might as well call it that. There is a tag but it's pretty much all of my sonic art anyways

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FNaF... Yeah I do that occasionally. I don't really have many headcanons that are super unique so I don't have an AU or anything atm but who knows? I mostly just draw the bots when I feel like it or need a break from drawing Sonic shit.

I won't be posting any NSFW, however, I am an adult. The majority of my characters are adults and I enjoy writing around adult themes like abuse, drugs, and death. This isn't like a strictly 18+ blog but it is a mature one. I might not show you a penis but I'll say dick and balls all day long.

Uhhh obviously this is a safe place for LGBT+ / Queer people (I use the word 'Queer' a lot so if that makes you uncomfy enter at your own risk), characters, headcanons, ect ect, so if you're cringe homophobic then prolly not the best place for you. I literally write like 90% of characters as some sort of queer identity. I think that's it? I mean no racists, no pedos, no uhh trolls? Also If you ship something like really gross like Sonic and Tails or Shadow and Maria, do not come near me I don't like you. I understand it's all fictional pixel furries on a screen and whatever but I DO NOT LIKE YOU. This is a vomit free zone bro

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mirron91 · 6 years

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My Kin Type: Prism Shifters Part 2

I wanted to split these up given how long the first one was getting. It’s also a very shortened story. I’ll link to Part 1 here: https://mirron91.tumblr.com/post/174589545616/my-kin-type-prism-shifters-part-1 and then put the rest under a read more.

So, last we checked norcal-animist had finally managed to get a bead on me, and what I actually looked like/what my energy was like. I’m going to refer to his energy reading reports for this some.

“Okay, your energy keeps shifting. Below the lizard layer is like this tall stretched out shadowy figure, with white eyes, no pupils. Like this, forgive me for the picture, LMAO. That’s what the stretched out figure reminded me of, those inflateable dancing tube men. I know this is silly, but like the inflateable tube men, your outer appearence prolly changes depending on what kind of energy “fills” you. Your skin is like...transparent like this fish, but it changes “alignment” depending on what ur exposed to. Oddly enough, your skin energy reminds me of like a slyph. Very thin energy body, wispy like air, ethereal, but unlike a slyph you aren’t just filled with gas energies. Whatever “fills” you, shines through the skin layers and colors your aura. Also since thin energy body like a slyph, it makes changing the outer skin layers easier. “ This was much different and specific than anything I had gotten before. And this was only the first of the three readings. Digging further we got some more information, which I’ll quote again. “ Thin wispy energy airey, scaley texture. Like soft thin sheeting. Can harden into something resembling clear plastic. Has cells. Cells contain different energy gradients in dormant transparent state. Lots of extra-dimensional, non physical strain. I think the cells when shifting into “active” mode into X energy type, dump the other gradients into an extra-dimensional pocket. “ “ Spectrum - shifting. Extra-dimensional. First time encountering an energy like this. Reality: Structural. Tied to the upkeep, thickening and eroding of dimensional barriers. Kawaii. Reality: Structural prolly means compatibility with any energy since the gap energy keep it from touching. “ So what does this actually mean. Whatever I am has layers of energy. At the outermost energy layer ignoring the aura, you get the cloak that my race uses. This is comprised of the spectrum shifting energy, and basically allows them to shift alignments however you want, probably very little limit. I’ve picked up that I have a barrier of some sort, and this is that barrier. It masks the other energy that I have, the Arcane/Reality (Structural) energy. It shifts and bends as well, in a variety of shapes, and it’s why my energy readings were very rarely consistent. It’s extremely useful for blending in for obvious reasons, and part of why Ruhav calls my race Prism Mimics. Between the cloak is gap energy, to keep the two from touching. And under the cloak is Arcane. Arcane is... weird. I don’t know how to go into that, it’s still a mystery. People don’t run in to traditionally, and how it interacts with reality is weird. For Ruhav he saw it as basically eroding away everything it comes in to contact with. It’s... very intense, let’s go with that. And still a big mystery. We continued on to my Psi senses, where I’ll copy this down a bit more. “Other Info: Energy reminds me of the mirror dimension shards from Dr. Strange. Form: Shadowy inflatable tube man with claws on simple arms. Bear claws. (I think your natural energy body is either shadowy or transparent.) Human form is possible egg for juvenile prism mimic/extra-dimensional spirit form. Eyes: Wide white eyes, good for viewing other dimensions. (Had vision of you soaking up dimensional substance from a location to “thin” the local reality, exposing the overlapping planes. Can possibly find weak spots.) Nose: Non-existent. Tongue: Black forked jagged scaly thing, used to rasp away reality. Oddly adorable. (Other impression, when young, mimic the local life forms, when adult, eat away reality to make things bleed over here. Mimicking/wearing local dimensional energy cloaks also protects local reality from being eroded by core energy) Ears: Long antennae topped with round ping pong things! Good for picking up thoughts and dimensions sliding in and out, rotating, finding nexuses. Touch: Jagged skin, scales can flatted to become that transparent texture. Pure uncloaked energy form is erosive to local reality. Can prolly shred spirits and absorb them. Antenna: See above. Spatial Senses: Good at slipping and out of thin places, reality layers, etc.Had a vision of your clawed tube man form having a “radio antenna ladder” emerging from you and then using it to access other...places.” I’ll probably have to do a part 3 just to do this all. Man, so much to go over. Alright, so now you start to get an idea of what exactly this entity is like. They’re extremely, extremely malleable. To an extent that I’m not sure other shapeshifters tend to be. Extremely bizarre, even if I guess people think they’re cute? I honestly kind of liken them to Heartless from Kingdom Hearts, like Shadows or Neoshadows, but that’s mostly an analogy for grasping them. I’ll add that while I do think this is all accurate there is more that feels... fitting, that isn’t covered in this reading. I’ll try to go over these feelings, a lot of it is based on other readings I couldn’t cover entirely. Part 3 next, where I try to ramble a bit.

#personal #prism shifter #magic #energy work #energy reading

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emberglowfox · 7 years

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hi my name is boo boo the fool and i decided that literal midnight was the best time to try my hand at writing the sick supehero au that i totally fell in love with

ill prolly draw some stuff for this too once i manage to pry some free time back from life’s clammy hands

@actualbird @pastelmogar

enjoy, i guess? haha

It had started with an accident.

Jeremy swears that he didn’t mean to take anything. He just has a bad habit of sticking things in his jacket pockets and forgetting about them, and unfortunately ‘a bottle of Mountain Dew that he definitely did not pay for’ falls under the category of things. He’d just been browsing the local gas station on the corner of the street, slipped a drink he was considering buying into his pocket, and walked out without realizing what he’d done.

He’d been all the way down the street when his clammy fingers had brushed the bottle, and he’d jolted with the realization that oh fuck, I just stole something.

Not that it was difficult, really. He doubted the cashier even knew he was there. He’d known going to the store on his own was a bad idea, but Jeremy Heere, King of Bad Ideas, had done it anyways.

He’d been so caught up in his morose ‘Guess I’m a villain now’ spiel that he’d failed to notice the figure behind him, watching him with a beady pair of ice-blue eyes.

Mistake number one.

“That’s an interesting power you’ve got there,” the figure had said, and Jeremy, articulate as ever, had spun around and asked, “Y-you can see me?”

“I can,” the figure had said.

“Who are you?” Jeremy had demanded, definitely not shaking and attempting to hide the stolen bottle behind his back.

“I’m many things,” the figure had said, tilting their head thoughtfully. “But you can call me the Squip, if that is what you wish.”

Jeremy, who’d been bleary from being up studying for a few nights in a row- possible also the reason he’d taken the bottle in the first place- had failed to connect that name with the name of the mysterious supervillain sweeping through the city like a plague.

Mistake number two.

“You know, your power is an incredible gift,” the Squip had said, and Jeremy had swallowed and looked at the ground.

“It- It’s really not.”

“Is it not? The ability to be seen whenever you wish and only then? Is that not a powerful ability?” The Squip had said.

“Nobody ever sees me,” Jeremy had said.

“Do you want them to see you, really?” The Squip had asked.

Jeremy hadn’t been able to answer that question. The one person who’d always been able to see him- Michael- was probably the only person who wouldn’t grind him into the ground for simply existing. Did he really want to be seen?

“You know,” the Squip had said. “That ability of yours… If you really do want to be seen, we could put it to excellent use. If you truly want to be known by all,”

Jeremy, in the darkness, had been unable to see the malicious smile that had formed on the shadowy figure’s face.

“I can help you.”

“What’s the catch?” Jeremy had asked, because nothing came for free. He knew that even before he’d slipped and fallen headfirst into the world of supervillainy.

“No catch,” the Squip had said. “You’ve already proven yourself.”

Jeremy had glanced at the bottle in his hands, then back up at the figure.

“And if I accept… Everyone will know my name.”

“Every single person in this city. You have my word.”

Jeremy, the fool that he was, had accepted.

-----

Jeremy whoops as he guns it down the street, the Squip trotting at his side and Comedy sprinting at the other. In his backpack, he can feel the weight of a few snack packs and several thousand dollars worth of bills. Comedy carries the same amount, if not more.

It’s the usual routine tonight; no grand heists or scheming, just hitting the local gas stations and grocery stores and running off with whatever loot they can jam into their backpacks. It’s the last heist of the night, so the Squip has informed him to put on his mask.

The tragedy mask, a thin white half-mask that Jeremy can only assume is made of metal, covers half of his face with a sad frown. It’s fitting, really. It’s a part of his costume, but he only wears it when he wants to be seen. When he wants everyone to see him and know his name.

A part of him, deep inside, twists in sickening agony, shrieking at him that what he’s doing is wrong, wrong, wrong. But that’s just what he’s been trained to think. Jeremy knows that. The Squip’s told him so, time and time again.

The Squip whistles and Jeremy catches a glimpse of the sleek black car that pulls up like a dog running to its master. As the Squip slides into the front seat, Jeremy and Comedy hurl themselves into the backseat and slam the doors behind him.

“Drive, Squip, drive!” Comedy howls, although they both know that now they’re not in any real danger of getting caught. Once they’re to the getaway car- lovingly and ironically dubbed the Batmobile- the cops can’t touch them.

The Squip tsks indignantly, icy blue eyes flashing dangerously in the rearview mirror, but presses down on the gas. The car shoots from its stopped position with a screech, slamming both Jeremy and Comedy into the seats with the force of its acceleration.

Outside of the tinted windows, the city bleeds into a blur of crooked shadows and bright streetlights, as well as the occasional red-blue flashes and wails of police cars trying in vain to drag them out of their ecstasy.

“How much did you get?” Jeremy asks Comedy, who has his legs kicked up on the seat in front of him- no small feat, considering his stature and the dimensions of the Squip’s car. Comedy is short- shorter than Jeremy, easily, with light brown hair punctuated by a shock of red. It looks cool; Jeremy considered getting a stripe of his own, maybe blue, but what if Michael noticed? What if Michael saw?

“Not much,” Comedy says. Even under his mask, a grinning plate which mirrors Jeremy’s own, Jeremy can catch his crooked grin.

“I got a thing or two of booze from the Publix. Want some?”

“No drinking on the job,” the Squip says from the front seat, and the frosty underlying threat is enough to make Comedy go tense and shove the bottle he’d began to pull out back in.

For a moment, there’s silence, before Jeremy asks, “Gummy bears?”

“Fuck yeah, hand ‘em over,” Comedy says, and Jeremy tosses him a few packets of Haribo he’d snagged in his earlier practice run.

“I hope you’re not wasting our time with stealing gummy bears, Tragedy,” the Squip says. Jeremy has to force himself to speak.

“I stole them on my own time, Boss.”

That’s thankfully enough to keep the Squip off of him, and he breathes an almost silent sigh of relief.

“What in the-”

The car swerves, and Jeremy barely has time to latch onto the seat in front of him as the world tilts dangerously sharply. The Squip, thankfully, does not flip the car, but they do skid to a less-than-graceful stop.

The Squip swears angrily and throws open the door with more force than is probably necessary, and Comedy and Jeremy scramble to follow. Confusion and a little bit of fear knifes its way through Jeremy; they’ve never had to stop, never been stopped, like this before.

As Jeremy steps out of the care and onto the pavement, fingers coming up to fiddle with the edge of his mask, he hears a familiar voice that makes his heart stop.

“Holy shit, I did… Not expect that to work.”

Jeremy’s head snaps up and he scours the direction of the voice, mind racing because no, it can’t be.

And thankfully, it’s not.

The newcomer, who presumably managed to get the Squip to almost flip their car, is not who he thought they were. They’re just a random strangle, decked out in a dull brown hoodie, a disposable face mask, and what appears to be some sort of weird blindfold.

“Another hero wannabe,” the Squip says flatly, and Jeremy internally cringes at what he knows comes next. “Tragedy, Comedy, take care of this.”

They step to the side with a flick of their dark blue cape, a ripple of bright blue static sliding across it and sparking at the tips. Jeremy waits for Comedy’s lead; Comedy’s been doing this way longer than he has, and he has the upper hand.

Comedy opens his mouth to speak, and the newcomer stutters, “Oh, fuck,” and rips off of his blindfold.

Of all the possible outcomes of this situation, Jeremy did not expect this at all. He’s not upset in any way. How could he be?

Staring at him is the most beautiful set of eyes he’s ever seen. The very world around him pales in comparison to the sight in front of him, he realizes. Nothing else matters but those eyes and the beautiful person they belong to.

Where others’ eyes are simply brown, these are different. They carry the weight of the earth, brown like the soil from which men so desperately sought to pull gold. Jeremy thinks he can see it; flecks of silver and copper dappled across a sea of earthy tones. They’re beautiful, and Jeremy can’t think of a thing in the world he wouldn’t do for them.

“Stop,” the newcomer with the beautiful eyes commands, and Jeremy does. How could he not? It feels so right to do as the newcomer says. He’ll do whatever is asked of him. He has to. So he stops. He doesn’t blink. He doesn’t breathe.

As his lungs begin to burn, he sees those beautiful earthly eyes widen in horror.

“Wait- Fuck, no, I didn’t mean- I mean go! G-get out of here, and don’t rob this store again. And do all of your bodily functions, please. Holy shit.”

Jeremy breathes, air filling his lungs, and he does as the eyes say. It fills him with a deep sadness to leave them, but if it’s what they desire, it’s what he will do. At his side, Comedy leaves in a run, sprinting towards nowhere but what can be called away, and Jeremy follows.

He gets almost half of a mile away when the trance breaks, and Jeremy crumples to the ground like a cheap paper doll.

At his side, Comedy hunches over and stares at the ground, eyes wide.

“What in the everloving fuck was that?” He says, panting. Jeremy doesn’t know.

It’s a superpower. It has to be. Still, what the fuck kind of power is that? Mind control with eyes? Holy shit, that’s an overpowered ability if Jeremy’s ever seen one.

“Now that’s interesting,” the Squip says from where they’ve appeared behind Comedy and Jeremy, and Jeremy freezes. Oh, fuck. They left everything behind. The Squip is going to be pissed.

Oddly enough, they seem more thoughtful and upset. In the dim light, Jeremy sees the Squip’s permanently distorted form shift, face twisting into a thoughtful frown.

“Very interesting indeed.”

Jeremy had no idea what that would mean for him. He wishes he could have realized, and then the whole thing could have been prevented.

But… Could it really?

#proofreading? i dont know her #i hope this sounds okay im. out of practice #ill hopefully write more bc this is short haha #bmc superpowers au #My writing #bmc #minific

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