#and i randomly stumble upon creating exactly that

[0iam0]

I think I can draw anime screencaps now ¿ Johannes and Motti. I had a doodle linework of them lying around and decided to colour it this time instead of greyscaling them as usual. The result kinda surprised me.

Bonus thing I once drew

[grimpath]

Breadhead x human!scientist!You

As requested, with minor narrative changes. Here I rely on one of the theories that humans are born randomly, not exclusively once every 10,000 years. It's just that such humans either do not pose a danger, or they are used for scientific purposes. Mel exists, as well as reader, who is also a human.

"...the child born of the angel egg will determinate the fate of the gaslight district"

— you are aware of your own role in the prophecy. the mother of angels, however, completely ignores the thought of a favorable outcome for rotlings, insisting on the extermination of those who roam on earth.

— you've been everywhere. even in the porcelain hands of virtues, who intended to turn you into a weapon, too.

— you've been partly raised and strongly affected by temperance, who has sown a thirst for knowledge in your soul.

— you renounced them all, escaping, finally choosing to seek your own path. joining those who you are expected to demolish.

— it's hard to be someone who is rejected in both worlds. you truly are alone.

— you've found your place amongst rotlings occasionally. and started to perform experiments. it's hard to live among those who want you dead. especially when you crave immortality yourself.

— you've vivisected dozens of denizens. scraped hundreds of black hand's marks off their rotten flesh. nothing helped to get closer to figuring out the solution. not a jot.

— one day, while looking for another victim, you stumble upon him. someone who is different from them all. the one whose identity you immediately guessed. but why was he created? and by whom?

— you found the answers to your questions almost immediately. it's amazing how they manage to hide the truth in plain sight... unlike you, who live in the shadows, afraid of any unnecessary attention.

— however, you doubt that the peculiar specimen knows about the origin of its protectee.

— you postponed your experiments for a while, deciding to devote yourself entirely to observation. not only because of curiosity towards certain family, but towards the particular member of it…

— you cannot even explain such an interest to yourself. an interest you've never felt for anyone or anything before.

— he stands out from the general crowd so much... untainted by the filth of both worlds. of course, not physically... he resorts to violence without a murmur. but mentally, he's not doing this just because he's hungry for blood.

— his views are controversial, but he seems to lean towards the better side of himself. dauntless. reliable. caring.

— such creatures as him aren't mere puppets. the more they live, the more conscious they are. the more of a person they become. and he… seems to have exactly the one your soul craves now.

— you barely even realize how you managed to become Ken's employee. what the eyes fear, the hands do…

— you feel like you're not yourself. it's like your body is dictating its own rules, and your mind has receded into the background.

— you often find yourself closer to him than you better be. it's so easy to identify you by the warmth of your body. by the sound of your accelerated heartbeat. even by too alive behaviour. you hope that the burning cheeks are not visible under the layers of disguise...

— you cannot but cling to him when he's playing the piano, hoping he's the most distracted at such moments to notice your origin.

— as you found out by eavesdropping on conversations, he doesn't know about Mel's belonging. moreover, he seems to target humans. it made your heart drop.

— you don't even know how it happened, but you ended up being closer than friends but further than lovers.

— you even became a little too reckless, clinging to him whenever there's a possibility. he even comments on your warmth, referring to you as ember/emby. it made you think he supposes you're a rotling, yet somehow with a high body temperature.

— the other crew of the smiling dead doesn't seem to be bothered about you too much. Mel's happy for her brother, Mud's throwing jokes in the style of "keeping each other's buns safe", and Ken… he's just keeping an eye on you.

— but one day the idyll ended. when you were reckless enough to join one of their deals. it was an honor for you that they invited you, and it was just impossible to refuse.

— the bullet went tangentially, slicing your flesh, drawing blood. the first one who noticed was him, and you were ready to get crushed.

— you noticed how realization flashed in his eyes, which for a moment lit up with bloodlust. you remain frozen like a deer in the headlights, afraid to even move, waiting for the verdict.

— despite expectations, he grabbed you with the tenderest care and hid you in a secluded place, and then turned the culprits into an unidentifiable mess. with such brutal cruelty that the others stared at him in a frenzy for a moment.

— whew, no yeast can do this to him like this one can!

— while others were distracted, you managed to take care of yourself, at least hiding the stains and wound itself. you always carry things for such occasions, such as disinfectants and bandages.

— from that moment on, everything changed significantly. he didn't tell anyone about your origin but never discussed it with you either. now he just doesn't let you out of his sight, ready to strike whoever would try to hurt you.

— since then, it's both easier and harder for you to accept your own mortality. the care he gives you makes you feel safe, even as a human being. however, you hate the idea that one day you will have to say goodbye due to your finiteness. you'll keep searching for the solution, but now with a beloved guardian by your side...

[short-yandere-stories]

Based on this tumblr post by @thecuriousquest because I couldn't get the scenario out of my head.

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TW: Forced imprisonment, mentions of punishments, Nanami uses his cursed technique (on an inanimate object), violence, reader being scared of Nanami etc. mentions of attempted murder, SFW.

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Follow the Rules

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“...What are you doing?” The low baritone voice suddenly coming from the door to the apartment made you jump, almost losing your balance in your hurry to look as inconspicuous and non-guilty as you could. You snapped your head around so fast to turn to look at your returning captor with wide, surprised eyes so fast that you swore you could feel the vertebrae in your neck crack. 

You hadn’t heard the locks unlatch as the keys were turned or heard the door open. Despite being a decent apartment, the door always made a noise when it was opened past a third of the way. You’d been too engrossed in your escape-attempt to hear it. Usually you were on high alert from the time that Nanami usually returned home from work and onwards. You never knew when he had to work overtime in advance, so most late afternoons and evenings were spent nervously looking between the clock and the door, hoping it would never open.

It had been foolish to try to escape at this hour, you knew that, but you couldn’t help yourself when you’d randomly stumbled upon the weird handle-shaped key that the window needed to twist open when you’d been reorganizing a cupboard in your boredom. It had taken far too long to figure out what it was for, and when the clock passed the usual time Nanami usually showed up, you’d thrown caution to the wind and hoped that he would be held up by work for a long time.

You didn’t need to see his eyes behind his tinted sunglasses to know the disappointment they held as he stared at you from the now open door. Without a word, he sat his brown briefcase down on the floor next to him before closing and locking the door.

When he turned to face you again, smoothing out his suit, the displeasure was clear on his face. You remained frozen, like a deer caught in headlights as he glared at you. In a way, the analogy wasn’t too far-fetched. You were cornered just like prey in the face of a far more powerful predator.

“I said, what are you doing?” Nanami repeated, jaw set in a taut line. He was clearly not happy that he had to repeat himself.

Finally, your body kicked into action and you jerked back and away from the halfway open window as if it had given you an electric shock. There was little point to the action, however. The damage had already been done -- he’d seen you by the window, foot on the windowsill and ready to crawl out. There was no easy way to explain it away to soothe his anger.

At the very least, you had jerked away from the window instead of trying to quickly dive out through it. He would most likely have caught up with you before you could even make it all the way out, dragging you back inside. That would have no doubt infuriated him even further.

Nanami began walking towards you with slow, calculating steps, never once looking away from you. Immediately, your hands flew up in front of you, trying to clear the air as you began to stutter out an apology, an excuse -- anything you could manage to get out. 

“I-I’m sorry! It was just so warm today and I just wanted some fresh air!” Both you and Nanami knew it was a blatant and pathetic lie. If you’d just wanted some fresh air, why would you have been standing with your foot perched on the windowsill, attempting to squeeze your body through the opening you’d created? Besides, Nanami knew exactly where the key had been hidden away, and there was no way you would have been able to get the window open without it.

He had to give you credit for managing to not only find it, but also figure out what it was and where to use it. It would seem that he had to move even more items to the storage unit in the basement of the apartment that he was renting. It would be a bother to have to walk down there for even more things as he already had to go there to fetch knives for cooking for example, but it couldn’t be helped. You clearly couldn’t be trusted with much.

Nanami’s frown deepened at your words as he approached. He never liked it when you lied, and had even gone as far as to make that one of the rules in your little “household”. Now, not only had you tried to escape, but broken yet another rule he’d set.

Panicked tears formed in the corners of your eyes as the realization of what you’d just said sunk in. You couldn’t stop your body from beginning to tremble as you began to realize how much trouble you were in.

Nanami was a very strict captor, and didn’t hesitate to mete out punishments when deemed necessary when you averted from his wishes or broke any of his rules. You’d broken a lot of them before, especially at the beginning of your imprisonment, though you’d never done anything this out of line before, and most of the punishments you’d received had made you try your hardest to stick to the rules.

A few were easier than others to follow, especially when punishments had resulted in the removal of certain items from the apartment, such as the time when you’d tried to stab him with a knife that you’d snuck back to the bedroom with you. It was easy to follow the rule of “don’t try to attack Nanami” when there were no weapons to do so with.

The harder rules to follow were the ones that demanded physical contact and affection. Nanami had a twisted view of the relationship the two of you had, and wanted it to feel and seem like you two were a regular couple. This included things like sleeping in the same bed, kissing Nanami on the cheek in the morning before he headed off to work, and telling him that you loved him.

Nanami did not particularly enjoy punishing you, nor hurting you, but he knew that a firm hand was needed to make you follow the rules he set. After the punishment, you’d rarely disobeyed again, so clearly his method was providing the result he wanted.

You had never seen Nanami this angry. You almost wanted him to scream at you in fury instead of this calm, cold anger he was displaying. It was unlike any reaction he’d had to anything you’d tried to do, and that scared you to no end. You didn’t want to know what kind of punishment awaited you this time. You’d broken multiple rules, and big, important rules at that. There was no way he was going to go easy on you no matter what you said.

 Still trembling, you dashed towards the bathroom with tears flowing down your cheeks in an attempt to postpone the inevitable. Your bare feet clattered against the wooden floor as you stumbled away, yet you didn’t hear Nanami’s pace pick up.

Breathing heavily, you jerked the door open, slamming it shut behind you as soon as you made it through. You caught a glimpse of Nanami still walking towards you at the same pace as before, slowly stalking towards the bathroom door. Somehow, that was infinitely scarier than if he would have ran after you, trying to stop you from locking yourself away. 

But really, was there a reason for him to run after you? There was nowhere you could truly escape from him in the apartment. He was a man of near-endless patience, and he knew that this was but a temporary setback, another minor inconvenience to deal with that would ultimately lead to the same end result.

With shaking fingers, you somehow managed to twist the flimsy bathroom lock into a locked position, thanking the heavens that Nanami hadn’t removed the lock from the door when he’d decided to let you roam the apartment freely during the day while he was at work instead of keeping you chained up in the bathroom. 

You knew, just as well as he did, that the lock wouldn’t keep him out for long. You knew that he would get to you no matter what you did, but you were desperate to delay that as much as you possibly could. 

Blindly, you crawled into the bathtub, gathering your knees to your chest in an embrace in the darkness. Turning the lights on had been the furthest from your mind when you’d closed the door. The cold of the porcelain dug into your bare skin where it connected, but even that did little to take your mind off the paralyzing fear you felt. 

You felt too cold and too hot at the same time. The blue shirt Nanami had made you wear was huge on you, but it still felt like the collar was suffocating you as you rocked back and forth, desperately trying to get air into your lungs in between panicked sobs.

“I-I’m sorry,” you sobbed, clutching your hair in your hands, trying to let the burn you felt in your scalp ground you. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry I’m sorry,” you whimpered, words becoming mumbled and sounding like little more than garbled noise against your knees. 

The handle of the door turned, and then you heard Nanami sigh outside the door when it didn’t give way. He said your name, disappointment evident in his tone. “I’m giving you one chance, and one chance only to open the door,” he said with finality. 

You shook your head despite knowing he couldn’t see it. “No,” you gasped, tears running down your cheeks as your body shook.

Nanami growled your name again, but even if you wanted to open the door, you wouldn’t trust your body to be able to carry you over there. “I can’t” you whimpered. You didn’t want to be anywhere near Nanami. You wanted to be back at home, living your life the way you had before Nanami had set his eyes on you.

Even if you didn’t know that he was a Jujutsu sorcerer, he was still both taller than and stronger than you were. The door was hardly an obstacle for him. Such a flimsy lock could easily be kicked in with hardly any trouble.

The now-familiar sound of Nanami loosening his tie cut through the silence, and you hugged your trembling knees tighter to your body. The logical thing to do would be to unlock the door before you exhausted whatever remaining patience the man had, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do so despite how terrified you were of the impending punishment.

When you were alone and closed your eyes, you could envision yourself being somewhere else. Somewhere far away from the man who kidnapped you. You could be sitting in a completely different bathtub back home in your own apartment as long as you kept your eyes closed and thought hard enough.

Though even your own thoughts gave you little respite as Nanami once again spoke up, catching your attention by calling your name. “Open the door.” It wasn’t a request.

Stubbornly clinging to whatever misplaced feeling of at least partial freedom you felt by not being face-to-face with him, you gasped out another “No!” hoping beyond hope that he would just leave it alone and leave you alone. You could spend the night sleeping in the bathtub, curled up among bunched up towels, and only leaving the bathroom when you knew he was at work. Alas, that was not to be.

You couldn’t help the shriek that escaped your lips as Nanami’s fist, wrapped in his tie punched straight through the wooden door. Splinters flew through the air, clattering against the tiles, and you buried your face in your knees to protect it from the sharp shrapnel.

Calmly, Nanami uncurled his fist, feeling around blindly for the lock until his fingers brushed against it. With a ‘click’ that felt deafening, the door was unlocked. Slowly, it slid open, revealing Nanami’s silhouette, backlit by the lights in the living room. It painted a menacing picture that made you let out a whimper as you curled in even further on yourself, trying to make yourself as small as possible. 

“I asked you to open the door,” Nanami said, unwinding the tie from around his hand. “You refused, making me use my cursed technique, and now I need to buy a new door.” You could hear the frown in his voice, but the prospect of having to replace the door was the least of your worries. 

A finger curled below your chin, forcing your teary eyes to meet his. “It seems like someone needs to be reminded of the rules we have here, wouldn’t you say so, dear?”

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[tenebrius-excellium]

idea for your reverse httyd toothcup meeting: what if the bola never hit toothless, but it got tangled in something else. Maybe a tree or a dragon trap. And maybe Hiccup is trying to take it down, and toothless comes out while he's doing it and startles him. Maybe this causes Hiccup to hurt his leg in this way.

Ayyyy thank you for this suggestion! Yeah I was thinking, what if Hiccup did hit Toothless but the dragon kinda managed to free himself before Hiccup got there... only for Hiccup to show up at the worst possible moment... I was thinking maybe Toothless would sniff at the bola and recognize that yes, it was this kid precisely who shot him down, and they didn't just randomly stumble upon each other in the forest... your idea plays very well into that, thank you!!!

Having Hiccup take down the trap would create some necessary distance between them for Toothless to mistake him for just another human hunter who poses danger by principle. Yep. I like it so far.

I got more responses, and I hope it's okay for me to collect them here!

@planetary-nooo yeah this!!! So to me, Toothless most definitely fires a shot, and the blast sends Hiccup over the edge of the cove with a load of debris - rocks and wooden splinters, if not an entire tree. I'm still working on what exactly would cause Toothless to fire that blast though. Imo he wouldn't fire just to "scare off" but to make sure he kills. Then again, that's the downside of that coin - Toothless would make sure he killed his enemy. And I kinda want him to fly off and only discover that he injured Hiccup later because something feels "off" after he leaves. Still a bit of a tangle. Thanks so much for the reply though, appreciate it!!!

@secretmarial yooo that's so cool!! So if Toothless roared... and Hiccup then stumbled a couple steps back... not knowing where he's going because he's currently concerned with having become partially deaf... that could lead to something.... I didn't think of that, will keep it in mind! Ty so much!

So basically, these are all phenomenal ideas, I'm just struggling to connect them into one thing! :D I love all of them. Oh man. Will keep rummaging and tinkering about it! Thanks so much for y'alls creativity!

Cheers

Reddie

[childotkw]

Hello! I just wanted to say how i randomly stumbled upon ur fics and now utterly in love i am with ybtm and cs, even when I'm not even part of the HP fandom - and haven't been for years. And that's saying a lot on how incredible your writing is. Though my only qualm is the wait for the rest of the chs, but I won't be complaining about that. Though instead i'm more curious about what exactly sparks your inspiration, or motivation to continue after so many years? What abolishes that motivation? Do you reread the story everytime so you won't miss details? Or do you already have all the key info, plot and ending planned so it's not necessary?

And at last, if you are ever planning, or have already published your own orginal work?

Im asking this out curiosity bcz I'm sure you know may know the hunger of needing to quickly devour a good story, and the pain of being left on a cliffhanger, but I'm also asking with the small hope of whether we can help out regardless of if you're a slow writer 🤧

Regardless, thank you again for writing ybtm and cs! I'm glad for the opportunity to read such a well written work after years.

Hi there! Thank you so much, that’s sweet of you 🥰

For sparks of inspiration, it could honestly be anything 😅 I have a very, very, very active imagination and spend a good portion of my day just churning out ideas or concepts. I could watch a show, or read a book, and just go huh cool, I wonder what this storyline would be like if it was in a fantasy setting instead? and then suddenly I’m knee-deep in a new AU or original story. My brain is primed to spew out creative story ideas 😂

As for continuing for all these years - it’s a mix of genuine love of the craft, stubbornness, reader engagement, and the cost-sunk fallacy. I do honestly love writing, it’s one of my favourite things to do and something I could see myself doing well into my twilight years. I’m too stubborn to give up something I enjoy so much, despite waning interest in certain parts of fandom life; and interacting with my readers is something that keeps me buoyant. You guys are a delight, and more often than not, the thing that gives me the push I need to get a new chapter out.

Abolished motivation, for me, comes from a multitude of things. It could be just a natural process of outgrowing something. It could be real life commitments just taking up a lot of my time. It could be from frustrating interactions with people. It’s never one thing, for me.

I reread portions of my stories all the time - particularly if I’m writing something that requires a call-back to an earlier part. But I don’t think I’ve ever sat down and read any of my stories from start to finish? 🤔 I do have a pretty good memory for the key info of my story, and I like to think I have some pretty solid themes and characters, so it’s easy for me to pick up a story I haven’t touched for months or years and just get back into the swing of things.

And I am planning to write original stories! I have several ones bubbling away at the moment - and I’ve tentatively zeroed in on one specific one to write!

It’s set in a feudal-magical world, where the man character is the leader of a Clan that were run out of their ancestral home and are now in hiding in another country. He ends up creating a new branch of elemental magic, and shatters the system that has been in place for over 2000 years. In doing so, he puts his country, his Clan, his allies and himself on the international stage and must deal with the consequence.

We’ll see how I go!

Thanks again - I’m glad you’ve enjoyed my work!

[tobiasdrake]

Timey-wimey whippity woo, let's see what this new thing... do?

I can't be 100% sure but I think it hates me. It looks like it's going to try and murder me the second I touch it.

We do? Huh. Guess it's like the Vespertine at the Sky Council. I love being asked to retrieve things I already have. Important question: Will I be paid for it?

*jots down in notes* TIA is a Chatty Cathy when he's working. Okay, good to know. Wish I'd known that back when we were on speaking terms. So much I could have tricked him into talking about.

What the hell is a Chronophage? Like a... time virus? I don't think I want to be infected with a time virus. That sounds uniquely horrifying.

...did he? I guess he did tell B"st, but....

Hold up, because there is a communication breakdown somewhere.. Did he intend for you to bring us here or was he just rambling? Because if he was just rambling then no, he just left this somewhere in the world and we happened to get lucky and stumble upon it.

But if he did mean for you to bring us here then what the actual fuck, B'st? You never mentioned this! At all! And I specifically went around the ship asking people if they had anything they wanted to do following our gladiator brawl in Brisk.

Why didn't he tell us.

Why didn't YOU tell us.

I'm furious right now. A parting gift from one of the most powerful beings in the cosmos is not something we should just be randomly bumping into as an Oh By The Way.

...wait, is this what you guys were muttering about through the fucking tattered curtain like I couldn't hear every goddamn word you were say--

...

...

You know what, let's just say there's blame to go around and not focus on any individual Who Knew What and When, and move along to the important bits.

Wait, is...

...is this the Time Egg? Are we going to go get Garl?

I think we're going to go get Garl.

T-T This is the gallon jug of cookies he made for us. He was our bestie and we love him dearly. T-T

Shut the fuck up and get in the door before I shove you through GARL WE'RE COMING

T-T We'll be back with our plus one or the cosmos will know a fury that makes World Eaters seem quaint.

This is it. The moment of time Resh'an created by stretching out recursive loops of an infinitesimally small duration, right at the moment before Garl took his fatal injury.

Aephorul thought he did that so they could have some time to talk. But it was just more cheating, because fuck him. Get denied your rightful compensation for our violation of your rules, asshole.

We may have to be sneaky about this since Aephorul isn't frozen in time like everything else is. Alright, guys. A little unconventional but you know how we do.

Plan A: Quiet burglary. Plan B: Civil negotiation. Plan C: Hostile negotiation. Plan D: Armed robbery.

We're leaving with Garl. It's up to Aephorul to decide his level of involvement in that.

Hold up, are we going to have to trade you for Garl? Is that how this works? Garl comes with us, and you mold into his form so that you can repeat the actions he carried out in his final moments of life?

Please don't be offended when I say that I accept your sacrifice without hesitation thank you thank you thank you thank you.

Oh. Yeah. That's a good point too. I was treating this like we were trading lives but no, you don't get hurt by things. You're just given the conscious suggestion to behave as if you were harmed. You have a way better shot of tanking that hit than Garl did.

...

I mean. No. I already knew that and that was exactly what I meant when I said I "accept your sacrifice without hesitation", yeah. I, uh, I was already thinking that you were going to live and....

You know what, I made this really awkward and we don't have time. Let's just grab Garl and talk about it later.

Oh wow, when you're staring down the barrel of it like that, that shot is pretty terrifying. Garl is so brave. I am going to give him the biggest hug ever as soon as he's unfrozen from time.

What's the plan for rendezvous if you live through this? Do we meet you at Garl's grave and you ooze through the dirt or... or what?

Y'know, now that I think about it, this isn't even technically cheating. Aephorul was only promised that he could shoot one of us. Resh'an forgot to quantify an amount of harm to be committed. I yelled at him about that earlier.

So as long as someone takes the shot, no rules have been broken. It definitely goes against the spirit of the agreement but the letter is nonetheless satisfied.

Meet you at Garl's grave and you ooze through the dirt. Got it. We're doing Time Egg and Robo replanting the forest. We'll come get you as soon as we get back topside and finish the emotional reunion.

Have, uh... have fun pretending to be dying and basking in all of our tearfelt warm wishes. Oh, don't forget the monocle story. That's important. When we ask, Garl used a monocle to move the platform at Zenith Academy. It took him eight hours to concentrate that much sunlight and there was a night spent halfway up in the air.

Make sure you remember that. It's one of my favorite memories and I don't want it to... I don't know, be erased or something because we changed history? I don't know how time works.

That is the reason that I forgive TIA for abandoning me and no longer hold any hard feelings towards him of any kind. T-T

It's Garl. He gave us back Garl.

Serai your robot is showing he never learned about that

Hi... buddy... You, uh, you might have missed a lo--

*flat* What.

Okay, I was going to tell you not to freak out but it sounds like you have shit you didn't tell me either.

T-T I can't believe this is really happening. I've done so much violence for you. The most violence. With more still to come.

Okay, no. Seriously. What. That's not. That's not how this. This was not a resurrection, this was a temporal rescue. How did....

Did your ghost just Time Bastard you?

Having a very long nap. We should probably go grab him, huh?

I am so freaked out that you don't need anything recapped for you. Unfortunately, I can't question it too much because it's being overridden by my overwhelming relief to see you again.

[impala-dreamer]

Captives of The Court - Chapter Thirteen

A Supernatural Series

~Strange things are brewing in Connecticut, so Dean and Y/N go check it out. After stumbling through town, they fall into something that’s been going on a very, very long time. Can they put an end to the bloodshed and make it out unscathed or will they need a little help this time?~

Starring Dean Winchester x Y/N Y/L/N

Series Warnings and Info may be found on the Masterlist Here 

Thank you to those of you who have read and commented/reblogged. I was very proud of this and excited to share it. Those that have interacted- you have my heart <3

Impala-Dreamer’s Masterlist  ~  Patreon  ~ Published Works

There wasn’t much time to rest. They took turns showering and chugging massive quantities of electrolytes while Rowena tinkered with some magical bombs.

Dean was last in the shower, as usual, and Y/N collapsed onto the bed, near to crying with exhaustion.

“Hey, Roe?” She popped up on an elbow to look at the witch.

“You know I don’t like that, Y/N…”

She cleared her throat. “Sorry. Rowena-”

“Better.”

“What were you doing there tonight? I doubt you were just randomly in the neighborhood.”

Rowena smiled gently and looked over her shoulder at Y/N. “Samuel called me and I was nearby. He said that neither of you had returned his calls in a few days and that you might be in need of help. When I saw where you were… Well, I had to come.” She shivered a bit and looked off at the wall, remembering.

Y/N sat up and grabbed another bottle of red stuff. “I take it you know that Bronwyn bitch.”

“Aye. Long time ago we were friends.” Rowena sighed and busied her hands with the bombs. “Well, not friends, exactly. Hard to be friends with someone who’s almost always got their knife against your throat.”

The orange cap twisted off with a crack. “Yeah, I get that.”

“She is incredibly powerful,” Rowena went on. “Very clever, too. Always pushing boundaries and finding new ways to do things. She was never one for classic spells. She preferred to create her own.”

“Sounds like you admire her a bit.”

“No, child. But I can admit when someone is clever beyond what is normal.”

Y/N nodded and took a long drink. “She’s going to be hard to kill.”

Another shrug; red hair tumbling down her back. “Perhaps. If she’s on guard, yes. These bombs will distract the others, and you two can slip in and deal with Ms. Cromwell.”

Y/N thought for a moment. “If we kill her, does the town… I mean, I know the people that directly benefit from her magic will suffer, but the town seems… innocent. There are so many families here, happy people.”

Rowena spun in her chair to face Y/N directly. “The town may fall, yes. But… everything can be rebuilt. I’ve seen cities burn to the ground and pop right back up again. It takes time, but it can be done.”

Guilt washed over Y/N and her shoulders caved inward.

“Do not worry about the town, Y/N. Everything comes at a price, especially magic. I think you’d have learned that by now. It may not be their fault that their homes were built on the backs of blood sacrifices and murder, but there’s nary a place in this country that wasn’t. They’ll be fine.”

The bathroom door opened and a clean and refreshed Winchester emerged. He ran a hand through his wet hair and squinted at Y/N.

“Oh, no. Why are we doing the sad face?” he asked, grabbing a fresh flannel from his bag.

Rowena chirped up. “She’s having a moment of guilt.”

Dean cocked his head and smiled lovingly. “You’re too good for this gig, baby. Too innocent.”

Y/N growled and stood up. “Screw you.” She went to the table and picked up one of the bombs, bouncing it in her hand. “I’ll show you who’s innocent when we get in there and I kill the bitch.”

Dean grinned. “That’s my girl.”

The ride back was quick. The Impala flew over the blacktop as the moon shone down upon the black paint, bounced off the chrome.

“What if they’re gone?” Y/N asked, leg nervously jumping up and down against the door.

Rowena pulled in a deep breath, settling. “They’re all still there. Eating and drinking and making fools of themselves. They won’t be ready to continue until well past midnight. Timing is everything.”

The clock read eleven fifty-five.

Dean pressed the gas pedal to the floor.

Y/N chewed her lip. “What if she tries something witchy? Even back in the shop, I was kinda distracted by her. And I kept… smelling… bread.”

Dean’s face twisted and he looked over at her. “I smelled apple pie. Cinnamon. Lots of cinnamon.”

Rowena leaned forward and rested her hands on the back of their seat. “That would be her seduction spell. It smells like whatever makes you happiest.”

Y/N laughed. “Huh. Kinda like in Harry Potter.” Dean hummed in question, but she waved him off and looked back over her shoulder. “So… what if I smell bakery stuff again?”

Rowena patted her shoulder. “Then you’re in trouble.”

“That’s so helpful, Rowena. Thanks.” Y/N rolled her eyes and pressed her forehead to the window.

“I’ll be there to help,” she promised.

Dean eyed her in the rearview. “You better be.”

Offended, Rowena sat back in her seat. “Have I not proven myself to you Winchesters time and time again?”

He sighed and sucked his teeth. “Yeah, well, just know I’ve got your number. You pull anything and one of these bullets will find its way through your skull.”

Rowena looked into the mirror, daring him with a slick grin. “Deal.”

A banquet was laid out on the long table, crisp linen and shining crystal goblets lined the top. Candles glowed off of every flat surface and beat shadows against the walls. Silverware clinked against antique china as they ate their fill, drank wine until their bellies were sloshing and full.

If they knew what was coming, they seemed unaffected, uncaring of the danger lurking just outside of the dining room.

Bronwyn looked up when the door opened, gray eyes following a small handmade bomb as it rolled across the antique hardwood floor. She stood, kicking back her chair, and turned away from the scene, alerting no one else, fleeing as the bomb went off.

Gray smoke flooded the room and strands of magic popped through the cloud, striking anyone that moved.

Seven were stunned as they moved from the table, dropping to the floor as the tranquilizing spell worked on their muscles.

Dean kicked the door open and Y/N followed him in, guns on the ready, heads clear, tempers triggered.

When the smoke cleared, they counted ten bodies and broke apart, each stalking down a different corridor.

Rowena hung back, searching the library for Bronwyn’s written treasures.

Dean met with Lydia and Mrs. Putnam in the kitchen trying to escape out of the back door. Two shots rang out and blood splattered on the pristine white tiles.

The Sheriff was stalking Y/N just as surely as she was stalking him, and he attacked from behind as she entered the living room. She screamed and kicked, threw herself forward over the sofa, bringing him with her. They tumbled in front of the roaring fire and she came up the winner, pressing her pistol to the bridge of his nose.

“You can’t kill me,” he warned. “I’m the Sheriff. Do you know what the penalty is for killing an officer of the law?”

“Actually, I do.” Y/N laughed under her breath. “But- don’t care.”

She pulled the trigger.

They met up at the door that led down into darkness and Y/N went first this time, pecking Dean on the cheek before rushing down the steps.

Bronwyn was waiting for them in the circle, unarmed and calm. Her mask was gone, her cloak was thrown aside. She looked stunning in the warm glow of the candlelight but Y/N grit her teeth, pushing the idea away.

“Anyone left alive upstairs?” the witch asked.

Dean sucked his teeth. “Sorry. All dead.” He held up his gun, showing it off. “Got a few more rounds with your name on it, don’t worry.”

Bronwyn laughed, loud and confident. “Oh, Dean. I am far from worried.”

She took a step and blew a heavy breath that crossed the room with preternatural speed. Struck in the face by the magical air, Y/N and Dean swayed, their eyes blurring, heads swimming.

“Why don’t you put your guns down?” Bronwyn said, her voice tumbling through their heads like a seductive song. “You had so much fun as my slaves.”

Y/N sucked in a deep breath and saw herself on her knees, face shoved between Bronwyn’s perfect thighs, tongue deep in her sweet pussy. Dean was cradling Bronwyn’s head, his mouth locked to hers, his big hands toying with her breasts.

“No!” Y/N pushed it away, jamming the thought into the back of her head. She looked over at Dean, who was lost in the same moment, and stamped down hard on his foot. “Stay with me, Winchester,” she grit.

He shook his head and advanced, taking a step closer to the witch. “Enough of your games, bitch. There’s no way out of this and no freakin’ way we’re gonna be your sex slaves or whatever.”

Bronwyn’s smile was beautiful and Dean jerked back, shocked by the pull he felt in his gut.

“Oh, but you already are my sex slaves, Dean. Don’t you see?”

She moved closer and let her fingertips brush down Dean’s cheek. He gasped and his shoulders fell as memory took him back.

Y/N ran forward and let Bronwyn have it. She cracked the witch’s jaw hard and the woman stumbled backwards.

She pulled herself together with an aggravated growl as Y/N tried to wake Dean with an equally jarring slap to the face.

“Can’t you just- give in!” Bronwyn raged. “You were so happy to be mindless for me! To be obedient and silent!”

Y/N reached up and twisted Dean’s left nipple hard through his shirt and he jolted awake, falling back against the altar.

“Don’t you want that again?”

Y/N turned back to Bronwyn and looked her over, seemingly defeated.

“It sounds nice,” she said honestly. “Not to have to worry about things anymore. Not to force myself to be happy or find ways to be funny as we’re covered in blood and monster crap day in and day out.”

Bronwyn smiled. “I can give that to you, Y/N. To you both.” She looked over at Dean, who was still a little stunned and hurting.

Y/N chewed her lip, deciding. “I bet you could,” she said softly. “But honestly-” She sighed and lifted her gun, her features hardening as the hunter in her took over. “Hard pass.”

The bullet flew and Bronwyn fell, her body crumbling to ash over the stones.

Out of spite, Y/N spat into the pile of cinder and kicked it with her boot, scattering the mess.

Dean, free from the spell, came up behind her and touched her shoulder. She jumped and spun, ready to knock it out, but he grabbed her instead and kissed her hard.

Victory was hard won, but it was won.

They watched Cromwell Manor burn from a safe distance.

Sure, there would be repercussions for the small town, and more questions than could ever be answered, but that job would fall to someone else.

They were hitting the road in a few minutes.

Rowena tucked a few leatherbound journals into her cloak and smiled at the lovers.

“This was fun,” she joked. “I hope we can not do it again sometime soon.”

Dean pushed himself off of the Impala’s hood and extended a hand. “Thank you, Rowena. I mean it.” He licked his lips and shook her hand. “You really saved our asses.”

The little witch laughed. “I sure did. And what an arse.”

She winked at Y/N who hid her face behind her hands. “Thank you, Rowena.” The hug was quick, but it was enough. “I don’t know how we can thank you enough, really.”

Rowena cocked her head to the side, thinking. “Well…” She looked at YN with a twinkle in her eye. “You can always name the baby after me.”

Dean froze, his jaw dropping.

Y/N fell backwards, slamming into the car. “Uh- wh-what!”

Rowena laughed. “Just kidding. You’re fine.” She batted her lashes and turned, ready to be on her way. “But you do owe me.”

Able to breathe again, Dean rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah. We’ll send you a fruit basket.”

“I’d prefer a nice bottle of scotch, actually…”

Y/N laughed and sighed, relieved. “Goodbye, Rowena!”

With a backwards wave, she was gone, vanished into the night.

Once alone, Dean turned on his heel and set his arms around Y/N, pinning her to the car. He leaned down and kissed her lips, humming gently when she responded.

“Dean?”

“Yeah, baby?”

She gave him a tender shove and squirmed out from beneath him, sneaking the keys from his pocket.

“Hey!”

“Hey nothing. You’re trying to get frisky.”

Dean laughed and rubbed at the back of his neck, embarrassed. “No, I’m not… OK… Maybe a little.”

She sighed. “Dude, if you even come near me, my pussy may just fall out. Plop!”

He cringed and set his hands on the roof, looking over. “So… no sex tonight?”

She stepped up into the car and mirrored his pose, hands on the roof, chin down and serious. “I will chop that thing off, Dean Winchester, so help me.”

He grinned, all white teeth and freckles in the moonlight.

“Fine. I’ll find a way to keep it in my pants.”

She smiled. “You better. Or I’m getting my sword.”

He cringed and backed up, sliding into the passenger’s seat. “Yes, ma’am.”

Flames licked at the sky as the Impala turned onto the highway, headed back to Kansas and onto another day of just trying to get by.

It wasn’t an easy life, but they had each other, even if only for a little while. And that was enough for both of them.

[riverripplespeaks]

hey google play leviathan the girl

okay im sorry i randomly decided to make a comic of hunter and rivulet with lyrics from the song leviathan the girl by PhemieC (i stumbled upon it on a frostpaw video and knew exactly what i had to do)

heres the lyrics that i used below just in case: (IM SORRY ITS NOT UNDER A READ MORE IDK HOW TO DO THAT😭😭)

“i can do it on my own, but youre a hero after all.

and we may think our sacrifice is just, but pride comes right before the fall.

cascade of rain on my needles, a hand grasping tight to the bottle, of a woman with untapped potential, the ennui of too late and too little.

our failures have made a bridge for success. but if our storys half-played, then whos played the rest of it?”

“heroes we were in a universe doomed. soldiers in battles best left un-exhumed.

i am the beast.

and i am the light.

i am the blighted being cursed by sight. i am the god, who created a world.

i am leviathan the girl.”

[cheesy-che]

Hi!! I like your oc Mizuiro (hope i spelt it right!!) and knowing that she gets shipped with Leo tbh started giving me the courage to not just go back to my oc x canon ships again, but also the oc's I shipped with the turtle(s) (depends on the version lol).

I used to feel embarassed about it when oc x canon shipping was thought of as 'cringe' and people moral-shamed human x anthro characters but seeing other human oc x Turtles ships out there (yours included) gave me hope that one day I may pick up drawing my old otps again! ;-; Thank you!!

(For those who might stumble randomly upon this ask : This is about Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and Original Characters.) Anon, Thank you so much for your message!!! It means the world to me. To know that my OC inspires other people is such an honor. She really is my muse. I'm thankful to be able to share the inspiration she offers me with others. <3 As for the whole "anthropomorphic x human debate", I think it's important to be aware of it for what it truly is : fiction. I've seen a video from a therapist on Tiktok (I know, it's quite vague- sorry I can't find it anymore ;_;) talk about how so many of her millenials and Gen Z patients often asks her if it's ok to be attracted to fictional characters even if they're not our age, if they're not human, etc etc. But her answer was great : It's mostly about treating our fantasies exactly as that, fantasies! Side note > There are so many tropes that are, in my opinion, awfully worse than a consensual relationship between two characters who have around the same age equivalence and thinking capacities but who aren't the same species. Do you get what I'm trying to say? The TMNT fandom, from what I understand, can be divided on that. Some people prefer to create non-humans OCs and some others (like me) prefers to create human OCs. I personally never thought there was a problem with writing a human character fall in love with a non-human character... especially since in the 2012 TMNT series or even the most recent Mutant Mayhem movie, there ARE canonical relationships between Ninja Turtles and human characters. Clearly, the fans weren't the first ones to think of that. I do believe that it is important to ask ourselves questions about our ships and how "healthy" it is, but in the end, you are writing and/or drawing for yourself. I understand that receiving criticism from someone who doesn't share the same point of view can make you doubt yourself. There is a huge fear about being rejected by a community or a part of it. The internet is a place to have discussions, sure... but what I'm trying to say is : If you have fun doing it, if it doesn't hurt anyone and if it makes you happy, do it! I don't know if you ever saw the meme below, but I think I'm going to end with that. When I understood this message, it gave me the strenght to post my art and my writings online. I can only hope it does the same for you. Don't hesitate to write to me again, btw!

Best of luck, Che

[nangbaby]

Okay, hackers took down A03, so out of spite, I have decided to put out this contextless, stupid Miraculous Ladybug fanfic scene that doesn't make any sense.

Setup: This is fanfic that takes place between the Season 4 episodes "Penalteam" and "Risk." A supervillain at the Eiffel Tower has created a dome that is randomly expanding and swallowing Paris. Several individuals inside the dome have been granted the people and things they have lost by being in the supervillain's "territory." Ladybug and Cat Noir have entered separately, and Ladybug has come across the unlikeliest hero - Queen Bee, who has a copy of the Bee Miraculous and has been saving civilians from those taking advantage of the chaos. However, upon encountering Zoé, Ladybug has been able to give her the real Bee Miraculous, allowing Vesperia to accompany Ladybug towards the supervillain.

Unease clung to Ladybug and Vesperia like the fragrance of smoke on clothes as they scampered across Parisian rooftops. As focused as Ladybug was, the thrill of racing along shingles dried up and left concern as sediment. She missed her partner right now. In his absence, the different pattern of Vesperia's footfalls played a beat of apprehension shared by both superheroines. Each of them wanted to use their tools to swing but they knew they had to approach the location on foot. The supervillain they were after had the high ground, and picking them off as they swung through the sky would be child's play. Instead each hero let the sight of the Eiffel Tower beckon with the thumps of their feet, hoping that even if they were seen that they would be able to dodge whatever was fired at them. Their precautions served to challenge the relative serenity around them. Aside from the suspended sunset and the black-and-white tiled ground, the supervillain had been passive in his or her approach.

Instead, the supervillain that caused this dome, whoever he or she was, had brought people - and things that were not people - back to life. As the two heroes closed in on the tower that served as the epicenter of the dome, a giant shadow of a question in Ladybug's mind grew longer and taller.

How did she know this supervillain wasn't affecting them?

The answer to that question was instant. If this dome had been affecting her then she would not have even questioned it. Her mind recalibrated upon reviewing the situation. This was not like the battle with Wishmaker where anyone hit was affected. In fact, judging from the black and white tiles on the ground, the power was based on proximity. The resurrections were more discriminate, and in Chloé's case, she had only been granted a Miraculous she felt entitled to and a copy of her very living mother.

As Ladybug's reason dispersed the first shade, an even larger darkness hung over her thoughts and caused her to stumble every so slightly, losing the grace of her heroic form momentarily. She quickly recovered, but Vesperia had seen her falter.

"Ladybug, are you okay?" Vesperia asked.

"I was just wondering why haven't either of us been affected by this dome," Ladybug answered.

"Me too. All I can think of was when the victim got akumatized." Vesperia's words nearly caused Ladybug to slip again, but the loss of balance was brief enough for Ladybug to only feel her heart skip a beat as she continued to run.

"You were there?"

"Yep. All of a sudden a double appeared beside her."

"A double?"

"Yes, she looked exactly like the villain but with a different color scheme. I thought making duplicates was the supervillain's power at first. The next thing I know Chloé had the Bee Miraculous and our mom was standing right there in front of us."

Ladybug instantly reached to the memory of the Sapotis, the terrible twin monsters she had faced months ago. The recollection scattered like a mirage as soon as she mentally grasped it. No, the double was likely a sentimonster. One superpowered villain would be difficult enough to deal with. Now she and Vesperia would have to fight two human-like opponents at once. Ladybug took glances as she ran, hoping to see the familiar hero in black, but the only black and yellow she saw was Vesperia matching her pace.

"Chloé transformed into Queen Bee," Vesperia continued. "Immediately she took me and our mom away from the area to protect us. She was a real hero."

"Chloé wasn't all bad as Queen Bee, " Ladybug began, her worry churning into annoyance, "but what's past is past, and Chloé can't get over it. That's not our problem. We have to move on." Seconds of silence passed to verify the sentiment before its access was revoked.

"I think that's the reason why we aren't affected, Ladybug."

Ladybug felt her forehead wrinkle in response.

"The people who got their loved ones back are still grieving," Vesperia continued. "I love my mom and I wish she were more affectionate but I've made peace with the fact that she'll probably never be the mother I want her to be. You've lost people in your life, too, but I'm guessing you've managed to deal with it."

The words launched a torpedo of truth that struck Ladybug in her heart. She missed Master Fu terribly but at the same time, new duties and new kwamis filled her heart with love and responsibility greater than what she had lost. Even though his memories were gone, Master Fu still was alive. That alone gave her comfort. His absence was felt, but her resolve covered the hole in her heart like a plank.

Then the torpedo exploded with realization. For Chloé that hole in her heart might as well have been a canyon with only a tightrope for her to walk across. She still wanted to be Queen Bee that badly.

"I wasn't acting all that much when I was with Chloé earlier," Vesperia added. "Chloé hasn't been the sister who hates me since this happened. I wish I could have this Chloé."

"We both know this is the work of Shadow Moth," Ladybug answered, slamming the door on doubt. "I chose you for this mission because you are the true holder of the Bee Miraculous. Your sister, just like your mother back there, is the product of a supervillain." She stopped herself from speaking the next thought on her mind. The only thing Ladybug could grant Queen Bee was a retirement, not reinstatement.

"That's not true. That woman is just a copy of my mother, but Chloé is my sister."

The words caused Ladybug to stop her run, and Vesperia also halted. Ladybug could never know what it was like to have a sister. As an only child, the love of a sibling was one of the few bonds she could never experience. Ladybug would never understand, but she still had to lead. She turned to face Vesperia.

"Chloé has been affected by a supervillain," Ladybug replied. "She's still a victim even if she has superpowers. Besides, since she saved you from the supervillain, you have to save Chloé by breaking the spell."

"She's so much happier like this," Vesperia protested. "I don't want her to go back to the way she was." Vesperia lowered her eyes to the ground. "Maybe if I give up the Miraculous and let her use it after this mission, she'll learn how to be a better person for the right reason."

Ladybug reached her hand to Vesperia's chin and nudged it up with her forefingers, guiding Vesperia to face her. The pairs of blue eyes locked on each other.

"You want to look for the good in Chloé," Ladybug advised, "but Chloé has to discover that goodness herself without the Miraculous. I know you want to do the right thing. The right thing is to continue to be Vesperia. I didn't choose you because you're Chloé's sister."

Ladybug placed her right hand on Vesperia's left shoulder.

"I chose you because you're special," Ladybug finished.

Vesperia's cheeks reddened slightly. For an instant, she thought she had just arrived in Paris again and had picked herself up off the floor to see the most amazing girl in the world.

"Ladybug," Vesperia said, "you remind me of someone I admire deeply." Determination broke through the reverie and her domino mask creased with intensity. "But you're right. Even if I wanted to repair my relationship with Chloé, the duty to Paris comes first."

The two of them nodded with a shared smile and separated. They began to run towards the Eiffel Tower again, the stench of unease cast aside. With Vesperia sprinting beside her, Ladybug witnessed the growing glee on the face of Vesperia. For an instant, as her feet punctuated the beat of her heart, Ladybug forgot about the arguments from earlier today and even the danger lurking ahead.

For an instant, Ladybug truly loved being a superhero.

[foxonfier]

somehow my ass managed to figure out a very precise detail from the diane perry tape... was listening through and realized it's a fucking radio session! so i did some digging trying to figure out when and where this was broadcasted, but as usual, couldn't find jack. then i came across this moment in the video where the host and anton are talking about a live bjm show that's being played at the dna lounge with spike 1000 as the opener "on tuesday." so i was like, hm, what's the dna lounge? looked it up and it's this night club in san francisco with live music, which is obvs where bjm was based out of, so it's a hit. searched up dna lounge and brian jonestown massacre together and found this calendar page on their website, with all of the past shows from 1985-1999... turns out bjm DID play with spike 1000 as the opener on august 30, 1994 which was a tuesday! i was so happy when i found this, i could've fucking kissed the person who made this page and compiled all of the past shows, this is why archiving is so damn important. so jwz from san francisco, you're my fucking guy. anyway, so basically the diane perry tape was recorded at MOST a week before that show at the dna lounge, i just don't know exactly what date and i'll probably keep digging and see if i can figure out what the radio station was or who the host was. i'm gonna figure this shit out.

also i did uncover some new evidence concerning "fade" from pol-pot's pleasure penthouse... randomly stumbled upon this chinese website that listed the length of every song on the album and fade was there! coming in at 3:19, so my theory is that this song is more akin to the cures (which have singing and are more so actual songs) rather than the other fades (which are purely instrumental). i couldn't figure out how to create an account though, unfortunately. so fade is still lost and seems to exist nowhere else on the internet except this random chinese website. what the fuck even is my life.

anyway so yeah!! more bjm things i uncovered and i'm proud of my detective work. it's always something when it comes to this band

[funtimebunnyblog]

Dumb gen z so introducing pillar men to 21st century memes. Please.

Okie dokie! 🥰 But only because you said please! 😙😂 Will they be able to handle the weight of this knowledge that will be thrust upon them?! 😱 Or will our favourite four crumble? 🤔

The Pillarmen are introduced to Memes... 🤣

(Under the cut for length)

Kars:

•While he understands the concept (sort of) Kars doesn't understand the humor in them.

•Not at all.

•And that frustrates him to no end.

•Memes were like a whole language to Humans it would seem, a culture even he would go so far as to say, but unlike any other tongue of the world he can speak this was a whole different level.

•And it only seemed to get worse as time went bye.

•Each time a new one of these "Memes" came out and they were posted all over the place, he just would crinkle his nose while reading them.

•He'll come to you, frustrated beyond belief and asks "What does this even mean?!" Pushing his laptop in your face for you to view a new crossover meme on his screen in hopes you can help him in deciphering this weird code.

•When you laugh and tell him that he basically needs to understand 3 entirely different Memes spanning all the way from 3 to 6 years back to understand this particular one he just gives up.

•He can't even tell whether Humans have regressed or progressed anymore because of this.

Esidisi:

•Esidisi understands memes no problem.

•Unlike Karsq, he actually finds them very amusing! The jokes are very straightforward in his eyes.

•This man is 100% a memelord.

•His humor has been this way for millennium and yet it's a perfect match with this generations.

•More often than not it's him laughing over them and showing you them rather than the other way around.

•The more strange they are the funnier.

•Entertainment is the best when it's randomly generated.

•This man was shitposting by creating sureal, confusing and frightening artwork of masks and vampires on walls in temples overseas eons ago.

•If you buy him a shirt with a meme on it he'll probably want to wear it everytime he goes out.

•If he runs out of memes to laugh at he'll make some of his own.

•They'll most definitely become popular overnight.

Wamuu:

•Memes confuse Wamuu.

•They confuse him so much he has spent many hours just sitting and pondering them.

•The poor Man just can't wrap his head around the unique message each one is trying to convey.

•The punchline of them just seem to just go over his head everytime.

•"I do not understand," he says, blinking, as you keep laughing and laughing.

•What did real estate have to do with taking the last slice of pizza? Did these Humans not realize that they had misspelled the word "Stocks" there?

•He never really understood Humans before but now these sorts of things only added to that very vague understanding he held.

•It's better not to try and explain them further to him because that will do nothing but keep him up at night.

•Even though he doesn't get it though, he'll send any Memes he stumbles across your way since he knows you enjoy them.

•That in itself is enough to make him happy.

Santana:

•Much like Kars and Wamuu, Santana initially doesn't understand Memes.

•However, much like Esidisi, he picks up on it all very quickly.

•To be honest, you'll never truly be sure whether Santana fully understands the humor of it but he has picked up on enough of the concept that it's become somewhat of a second language to him.

•He's learned our language in such little time.

•With Santana's very dry and usually inexpressive personality, that only makes it somehow ten times funnier to hear him talk and make references at random.

•"Look at this pigeon." Santana says pointing to a picture of a butterfly.

•He knows that you'll understand exactly what he means.

•He finds himself quite liking that this "language" that Humans have created amongst one another because it is so easy and so very different from anything he's ever seen before.

•Saying one phrase, making a certain face, showing one image out of context and suddenly everyone understood exactly what you meant; he dared to call it almost genius.

•And that was a BIG step for someone like Santana with his narrow views on Human intelligence and it's inferiority.

[cg-saturn]

Hello, I am a person who is just exploring the little side of the community and pressed on your blog cause I thought you were another little but then it said you were a caregiver and gave your perspective on caregiving and stuff like that…. You’re amazing. I’ve just been reading your replies and the things you say and just from a little perspective, you have a knack of making people feel cared for and heard and truly seen. You make people feel safe, even me, who randomly stumbled upon this blog. You’re great. I didn’t expect to glean comfort from knowing that in the world, there’s someone out there who’s like you. Please don’t ever doubt yourself or think that you’re inadequate in any way :) you make people feel safe and gave me a level of comfort I didn’t know existed. Thanks for existing :) have a great day 👍

This kindness made me happier than I could ever express. These types of messages always brighten my day to receive, because that was exactly my goal with this blog and it makes me so so happy im achieving it! I wanted to create a place where I could be myself, and I'm just a bubbly and caring person who wants everyone to be happy. I've had a few bumps, and on the internet it's no surprise that there's been moments this blog has been overwhelming, but when I get messages like this I remember who I'm really hear for. I'm here for me, and for the kiddos who need guidance navigating the world around them.

I'm so thankful that some of you find comfort in my posts. The support and positivity I've felt growing through this blogs community is amazing! I never thought I'd have 370+ followers on a blog like this one, and yet I still feel so safe and loved. And I love each and every one of you right back! 💕

I know I've always said it, but I genuinely mean it- my dm is always open for anyone who needs help or just wants to chat! I'm not trained in anything and do have my own issues that need to be handled, but if I can help, I'll always do anything I can.

Thank you anon for taking the time to spread kindness and happiness. This made my day to read, and I can honestly tell you it made my work day a ton easier. I hope you can cozy up on this blog and we can enjoy whatever the future holds together! And here, have a cookie and some juice for being so sweet ! 🍪🧃

Pippi Saturn 💕

[dumdumsun]

Of Starlight

A/N: Enjoy ❤️

Warnings: mentions of blood

Word Count: 3411

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Chapter 9: Number Five

Embers descended from the angry orange, grey and black sky as two figures walked down what used to be a road. Five, now in warmer clothing, was one of these figures. As he walked, he pulled a wagon with Delores and a single umbrella in it. Beside him was the clone (Y/N) had sent after him months ago. Due to its lack of humanity, it wasn’t much for conversation. Five learned that if he spoke loud enough, it would turn its attention to him and watch his movements closely, searching for a threat to take out. But if there was none and Five didn’t continue speaking, it would simply turn away and stare forward until it was needed. It wasn’t completely useless, though. If he needed help lifting heavy objects, nursing a wound, or any of the sorts, it was there in the blink of an eye. In the beginning, he would try to shove the clone away to do it himself, but that would trigger its defense and Five would end up getting shoved back. The clone was much stronger than him and he got irritated with its retaliation, so he eventually let it do whatever it pleased. After all, this is what (Y/N) wanted. For him not to struggle by himself, even though she had no idea what he would get himself into. She just didn’t want him to be alone in it. That thought swept a feeling of comfort in him towards the clone and with time, he began looking after it as well.

While he knew it couldn’t necessarily choke on the smoke around them, he still tried his best to cover its face like he did for his own. One day, he sat it down on a turned-over car and held up the cloth, slowly moving it closer to its face. The clone’s eyes stayed trained on the cloth, and when it almost touched its skin, it pushed Five’s hands away. Tutting, the boy tried again, but was met with a hard shove. The force of it caused him to stumble and fall down on his rear. Sensing that he might have been hurt, the clone jumped off the car and knelt down beside Five, checking him for any wounds. He let it rest its hands on his shoulders, creating an opening. Deeply inhaling, he lunged forward with the cloth and tackled the clone to the ground, securing it around its mouth. The clone wrestled with Five and they ended up rolling over several times, but when they stopped, it started landing hard punches on his shoulders and arms. Five let out a series of “ow’s” and “ouches” and “stops” before he was able to tie the ends of the cloth behind its head. He shoved the clone away and it fell onto its back, staring up at the grey sky. Five stood to his feet and walked closer, standing over the clone. It’s (e/c) eyes shifted to Five, narrowing them to focus on his face before getting to its feet as well and standing by his side. As if nothing had just happened. With a small smile that was covered by his own cloth, Five turned to his mannequin companion. “Told you I could do it.”

As a year passed, Five noticed that the clone wasn’t functioning as well as it used to. It was just a tad bit slower in reacting and slightly swayed on its feet when it walked. Noticing this one day, Five stopped pulling his wagon and gently pulled the clone over, shifting some things out of the way so it could sit across from Delores. The clone let him pull it to the edge of the wagon and assist it in lifting its leg. Getting the gist of what he was doing, it moved to sit down, pushing Delores out to make more room for itself. “No! Don’t do that!” Five rushed over to the mannequin and picked her up, setting her across from the clone. “Don’t… Don’t do that. Please.” He whispered, expecting the blank stare it gave him. With a heavy sigh, he began pulling the wagon again.

Another day, the clone had done a lot of stopping in its tracks and observing the area around them like it didn’t know where it was or why it was there. Actually worried, Five sat it down on some debris and searched for any possible wounds, but there were none. Its eyes scanned his face, also in search of wounds. When they locked eyes, he couldn’t help but admire its beauty. It was (Y/N)’s lookalike, after all. He always believed she was absolutely breathtaking, was always rendered speechless by her smile, that even the neutral expression on her clone’s face sent a slight blush across his cheeks. “I know you’re not her… but it doesn’t help that you look exactly like her.” He gently cupped its cheek and leaned closer. Stiffening, the clone’s hand met Five’s face in a hard slap. “Ah! What the hell?!” His hand reached up and gently rubbed his cheek. He glared at the clone, who only stared at him with wide eyes, still riled up from what it thought was an attack. Sighing, Five turned away and buried his face into his hands.

The day he wasn’t prepared for was the day the clone had spoken to him. He had been pulling it and Delores around in the wagon for a few hours. Stopping to take a break, he glanced over his shoulder to see the clone squinting at him. Confused, he furrowed his brows. “What?”

“Five?” It whispered, the sound of (Y/N)’s voice startling him so bad that he dropped the handle of the wagon. He stared at it, visibly shaking. He went to speak again, but the clone went back to its neutral expression and stared forward. Hours later, the two were now walking side-by-side, the clone staggering and stumbling around. He worriedly glanced over at it.

“Get in the wagon,” He reached over and grabbed its arm. “Come on, let’s get in the wagon, Starlight. Please.” He pleaded, a slight waver in his voice. The clone ripped its arm from his grasp before collapsing to the ground, unmoving, eyes closed. Five was frozen in place, just staring. His gaze was soft, then broken, then it hardened. With a deep inhale, he picked up the limp clone and placed it in the wagon, continuing on his course.

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The passengers on the bus made sure to sit away from the distressed teenager who was breathing very heavily, its fingernails digging into its pants as it shook its head wildly. The clone was sure to tear itself apart if neither (Y/N) or Klaus came back soon to give it a purpose. The man who sat a little ways away from the clone tried his best to keep his eyes on his newspaper, shifting nervously in his seat. Just as he had gotten comfortable, a whoosh and a zap caused his paper to fly out of his hands. This caught the attention of the clone, who looked over to see Klaus. Only this time, the man was different. He wore baggy and torn clothing, his skin and hair was dirty, and he had a chain around his neck. His gaze was distant and haunted as his bloody hands loosely clenched the briefcase he had left with. Upon his arrival, the clone visibly relaxed and scooted a little closer to him, folding its hands into its lap. As if it wasn’t just self-destructing. Taking a shaky breath, Klaus shut his eyes and began to silently cry.

When the bus came to a stop, Klaus stumbled out with the clone right behind him. He scanned his surroundings before glancing down at the briefcase. Overwhelmed by a plethora of negative emotions, he slammed the case against a nearby bench repeatedly before throwing it far away, a broken scream leaving his mouth. The clone didn’t even flinch as the briefcase went up in flames behind it, only watching as Klaus crumpled to the ground and sobbed to himself. As the clone walked closer, he swatted his hand towards it angrily. “Get the hell away from me! Just… get away…” But it remained, awaiting Klaus’s next movements.

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(Y/N)’s steady footsteps echoed throughout the hallway of the Academy as she lazily strolled around, hoping to find Five somewhere in the house. Coming to a stop near Klaus’s room she looked down the hall to see her clone standing in front of the closed bathroom door. Her breath hitching, she rushed over to it. The clone turned to her and allowed them to touch foreheads. (Y/N)’s body shook as images of everything the clone saw while with Klaus flashed through her head. When there was nothing left, she backed up and stared at the clone with teary eyes. “Y-You guys were separated… Where did he go…?” She whispered. Receiving no answer, she hummed her tune and watched as the clone disappeared into shadows. Not too long afterwards, the bathroom door opened and out walked Klaus. He glanced over at (Y/N) and rolled his eyes.

“Jesus, when are you gonna go away?”

“Klaus it’s me… I-It’s (Y/N). I just dismissed the clone,” She softly spoke as tears fell down her face. But she didn’t get much of a response from her brother. He only turned away and trudged to his bedroom, leaving bloody footprints in his wake. (Y/N) silently followed. “You can talk to me about it. I-I was able to view my clone’s memories without me being there. I-I don’t know how, but-”

“So, you knew what was going on with me?” He quietly asked as he began to get dressed. (Y/N) averted her eyes to the ground. “You knew those assholes had me and didn’t think to come and get me?”

“No, Klaus, it wasn’t like that! I-I was trying to get help, I had no idea where you were… So much shit was going on and I just wanted to help you… Please,” She looked up, seeing that he now had pants on. She walked into his room and leaned against the doorframe. “Talk to me about it… I won’t talk, I’ll just listen…” She trailed off as her brother glanced up at her.

In between the events of her wedding and Reginald’s death, the two had only seen each other once. Two days after Anthony’s funeral, Klaus had randomly showed up at her doorstep, offering his condolences and a warm hug. (Y/N) had gladly welcomed him into her house and soon after, she was crying into his chest for almost an hour straight as he gently rubbed her back. All (Y/N) ever wanted to do was comfort and care for those she loved. This situation was not her fault, and Klaus knew he couldn’t hold a grudge against her. So, letting out a breath, he explained what happened after he escaped Hazel and Cha-Cha. The briefcase, the war, Dave. (Y/N) only stood before him and listened. She allowed him his time to pause and get himself together before moving on. It’s just as he did for her. When he finished speaking, he wiped what few tears he had left on his face. (Y/N) swallowed the lump in her throat as she carefully approached him. Just when she was at his side, a few soft knocks sounded against his door. The two turned to see Five, a soft look in his eyes. “There you are, (Y/N). Klaus, you okay?”

“Yeah, I just… Long night.” Klaus answered and he pulled a shirt on. Five lightly chuckled.

“More than one, from the looks of it. Don’t remember the dog tags.”

“Yeah, they belonged to a friend.” He slowly responded as he gently fiddled with the tags around his neck.

“How about that new tattoo?”

“Okay, Five, that's enough questions,” (Y/N) sighed. “Like he said, it was a long night.” As Klaus walked over to his bed, a sly smirk crept onto Five’s face.

“You did it, didn’t you?”

“What are you talkin’ about?” Klaus lowered himself onto his bed. Five walked further into the bedroom, (Y/N) intently watching him.

“You know, I can recognize the symptoms, Klaus.”

“Symptoms of what?”

“The jet lag. Full body itch. The headache that feels like someone shoved a box of cotton up into your nose and through your brain. (Y/N) told me that the guys from last night might’ve taken you… You took their briefcase, didn’t you?”

“Yeah,” Klaus blinked as (Y/N) sat beside him on the bed, glaring up at Five. This was about the worst time to ask Klaus about this. “I thought there was money in it, or I could pawn it, you know… whatever… Then I opened it…”

“The next thing you knew you were, where?” Five stopped his pacing. “Or should I say when?”

“What difference does it make?” Klaus sighed, clearly tired of this conversation.

“What diff-” Five cut himself off and sighed. “Okay, how long were you gone?”

Klaus glanced over at his sister, who gently rubbed his shoulder. “Almost a year.”

“A year?” Five’s brows rose. “Do you know what this means?”

“Yeah,” Klaus bitterly smiled. “I’m ten months older now-”

“No, this isn’t any sort of joke, Klaus. Hazel and Cha-Cha will do whatever they can to get the briefcase… Where is it now?”

“Gone. I destroyed it.” Klaus made an exploding gesture with his hand as Five’s face slowly morphed into irritated anger.

“What the hell were you thinking?”

“Five, stop.” (Y/N) finally intervened and stood between them. Klaus peeked around her with a glare directed towards the boy.

“What do you care?”

“What do I care? I needed it, you moron-”

“Just stop it, Five!” The girl shouted at said boy. “Jesus, can you get off his ass?!” She fumed as Klaus walked out of the room. Shaking her head at Five, she followed her brother. “Klaus. Klaus, wait.”

“I’m… I’m fine, (Y/N),” He turned to his sister. “Look, thanks for listening… and for sticking up for me, but… I need to go somewhere.” Without any other explanation, Klaus took off. (Y/N) sighed and went back to Five, who was no longer in their brother’s room. Moving to his, she saw that he was writing on his wall with chalk. Shaking her head, she walked inside and flopped onto his bed. Five spared her a side glance.

“You done being mad at me?”

“You done being an asshole?”

“What are you even defending him for?” He turned his body towards her, his writing coming to a stop. “That briefcase could’ve made this process a whole lot easier.”

“Because, Five, Klaus went through hell when he travelled through time! He’s fucking traumatized! He lost someone he was… so in love with… And I know that feeling too well. You interrogating him like that really pissed me off…” Her head rested against his pillow as she stared off into space. Five’s expression was unreadable.

“Who’d you lose…?” He whispered before going back to writing. Turning her back to him, she shut her eyes.

“His name was Anthony… We were married for six years,” (Y/N) was so used to talking about his death that she didn’t cry as easily as she used to. “He died two years ago… Fucking car accident.” Her voice was laced with more of a bitter tone than that of sorrowful. Five sighed and shook his head.

“I-I had no idea…”

“Yeah, I don’t like to talk about it…” And so, they didn’t, and maybe that was a sign of her moving on. Hell if she knew. The two stayed in what eventually eased into a comfortable silence, save for the chalk hitting against the walls of the room as he moved around. He ended up standing on his bed above (Y/N), his brows raising as he slowed.

“Oh. Okay, I think I’ve got something, Starlight.”

“Oh?” She lifted her head up slightly.

“It’s tenuous, but promising.”

(Y/N) looked up to see Luther entering the bedroom. His eyes scanned the chalk-covered walls. “What is all this?”

“A probability map.” Five shortly answered.

“Probability of what?”

“Of whose death could save the world. I narrowed it down to four.”

“Are you saying one of these four people causes the apocalypse?” Luther asked as (Y/N) stood at Five’s side, trying to make sense of what he had worked out, but drawing up a blank. Still, it was mesmerizing.

“Well… not cause it, right?” She glanced to Five. “It would just… like, maybe prevent it?”

“Exactly. Time is fickle, Luther. The slightest alteration in events can lead to massively different outcomes in the time continuum.”

“Oh, the butterfly effect!” (Y/N) snapped her fingers, Luther nodding in what she hoped was understanding. Five proudly smiled at her before turning back to his work.

“Right again. So all I have to do is find the people with the greatest probability of impacting the timeline, wherever they may be, and kill them.” He hopped off the bed to retrieve Vanya’s book he had been writing in as Luther walked around the bed to get a closer look at the names.

“Milton Greene… So who’s he, a terrorist or something?”

“I believe he is a gardener.” Five squinted up at the name. Luther and (Y/N) both turned to him with wide eyes.

“Whoa, I thought these people were, like, murderers or something.” The girl frowned. Luther nodded in agreement.

“Yeah, Five, this is madness- Where’d you get that?” He referred to the gun the boy had just pulled out from beside his bed.

“In Dad’s room. I think he used it to shoot a rhinoceros,” He took the gun out of the bag and cocked it. “It’s similar to the model I used at work. Nice shoulder fit and highly reliable.”

“Five, this doesn’t feel right,” (Y/N) sat down on the bed. “There has to be another way.”

Five’s head jerked up to her. “I had another way, (Y/N), and Klaus destroyed it. I’m doing what I have to.”

“But this man, Milton, is just an innocent man!” Luther tried to reason with his brother, but he wasn’t convinced.

“It’s simple math. His death could potentially save the lives of billions. If I did nothing, he’d be dead in four days, anyway-”

“Five, come on, you’re not doing this.” (Y/N) went to grab his arm, but he stepped away.

“You wanna help me, right? Let me do this. You’re not stopping me, neither of you.” As he began to walk out, Luther looked towards Delores. (Y/N) knew right then that he was going to use her to stop Five, but she also knew it would turn chaotic. She went to advise that it wouldn’t be a good idea, but he’d already picked up the mannequin and held her out of the window. Seeing this, Five immediately pointed the gun at Luther, a lethal expression on his face. “Put… her… down.”

“Put the gun down. You’re not killing anyone today. I know she’s important to you, so don’t make me do this.”

“Come on, Five,” (Y/N) urged and slowly got off the bed. “Put the gun down, we’ll figure out another way.” The boy’s eyes frantically flicked from her to Delores. He lowered the gun in the slightest, but still had it trained on Luther. After a few seconds, Luther tossed Delores out the window. But before she could fall, Five dropped the gun and blinked to catch her. (Y/N) got to the gun before Luther did and picked it up.

“I can keep doing this all day.” Luther falsely smiled, taking the gun from his sister. She watched as Five slowly sat on his bed, cradling Delores in his arms and giving her the softest look (Y/N) had seen on him in awhile. And just like that, she was jealous yet again. “I know you’re still a good person, Five. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have risked everything coming back here to save us all.”

“But you aren’t alone anymore. I keep telling you that.” (Y/N) walked closer to the boy, along with Luther. Five sighed through his nose and turned, locking eyes with her, both filled with determination.

“There is one way.”

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[to-fu]

an overanalysis of circe beaker’s blue sweater

your local circe enthusiast is at it again, let’s go

the sims 2 psp, a classic. the game features a lot of changes when it comes to the premades, from inconsistency to their pc counterparts, to several questionable choices, plot holes etc.

why are these changes present? the lore ones are obviously edited to fit missing spaces to create a more 'immediate’ understanding of events. young hazel clearly is a more straightaway fit as a serial widow that’s just about to get married again, in a quest-driven game, simply because it needs less explaining than olive does (several marriages, grim reaper fling & nervous subject: too much lore to explain in the little window the paradise place neighbors are given). other changes such as lincoln floating around with isaac’s belt instead of using his wheelchair are due to model limitations / saving time by reusing the ghost animation etc, but anyways.

the aesthetic choices are a little more senseless, and i think we can all easily agree on our speculation that it was simply lack of attention to detail from the devs. nothing worth mentioning, it’s mostly eye colors being off (johnny, tank, ripp, loki, pascal, vidcund and several others. basically everyone), easy to miss.

except for one sim.

circe beaker appears completely different from her pc counterpart. light skin, blue eyes, black brows, dark lipstick (that, i just checked, isn’t present in cas. they made it exclusively for her for her and a couple more characters), no glasses, blue sweater, blue jeans. the only thing that’s reminiscent of pc circe is her short red hair, that’s it.

let’s talk about that sweater, which is what this post is about: it’s also present among the outfits in the beaker lot when you first load up the household

i think it’s safe to assume the developers for pc ts2 (specifically the few people who came up with the premades) and psp ts2 weren’t exactly the same due to the different game platforms, but even if there was a partial/total overlap it doesn’t change the point i’m about to make.

circe’s blue sweater is such a specific detail from the pc version, one that’s kind of hard to think of unless you randomly stumble upon it (unlikely), read the sims wikia (barely functional in 2005, let alone carrying that piece of information, that was in fact added in 2016), are very invested in the character, so when you put it next to how poorly the devs followed circe’s original design, it creates a pretty stark contrast that’s hard to miss when you finally notice.

i want to make this clear, for anyone who has never played the psp game / doesn’t remember anything about it

circe’s pc outfit is entirely present in this game, aside from her glasses, so the sweater isn’t just a random substitute in absence of the original, it’s a conscious choice made by one of the developers.

and one that they want you to notice, too! now, for this last line of dialogue, this could also be a simple gag about how both the beakers are wearing blue sweaters, but again, the devs want you to notice, which is all that matters. but why, though? why go out of your way to reference such an obscure detail when you then choose to disregard everything but her hair, in her original appearance?

of course, the blue sweater could also be arbitrary, just a random top they put on her, and it just happened to be the ONLY additional one pc circe has in her closet. but come on... out of the 30+ tops the psp game offers, 

why is it there in pc circe’s dresser? not much to speculate here, probably a past iteration of how she was supposed to be dressed, a line of code they forgot to take out, a deliberate choice, it doesn’t matter, several other premades have additional clothes in their dressers.

but why was it brought up again as psp circe’s top, instead of sticking with her usual black one, when everything else about her specifically (and i want to stress this, this pertains to circe specifically) is so off compared to her pc counterpart? as i mentioned, there are a few eye color changes among other characters but she’s particularly unrecognizable.

it’s almost as if........... it was intentional.

as if to imply this circe isn’t the same circe we see in the pc version. this obviously makes room for various theories. she’s undercover after having fucked something up? an impostor? an android? a failed clone? the latter certainly wouldn’t be so far off from what loki ends up accomplishing in later installments. also, to bring up one of her psp secrets,

this could easily back up my prior statement of her being either a clone or android created by loki, too. circe’s bio or dialogue doesn’t hint once at her occupation, which as we know, should be at the hospital, but instead vaguely hints at her “running the business end of the beaker operation”, which i’m assuming is a nudge at her fortune aspiration, or perhaps, her having lost her medical license along the way.

whatever you make of this whole thing i just wrote it’s up to you, but one thing is for sure: there are too many changes for me to think it's just a coincidence. it only took me 15 years to figure it out, but at this point it’s clear they made circe like this intentionally.

i completely understand i’m overanalyzing from pretty much nothing, but you can’t disagree with me that the sweater just feels like such a niche information to know about circe for some developer to decide to include, without following through with this level of attention to detail on literally anything else about her, it’s just a little too weird. thanks for coming to my ted talk see ya next time

[yukiobeyme]

Hi there! Just wondering if you could possibly write hcs for trans Beel or trans Satan? But if you can’t that’s fine.

I am supposed to doing my Civil Engineering HW? Yes.

I am coming back from the dead to answer this? Yes.

Can I talk about Trans!Beel and Trans!Satan all day? God Yes. Please ask me more talk to more about LGBTQIA+ and how it fits in Obey Me!

Thank you so much I hope I do this some justice. I am sorry how it got so long, but I got in the groove for this and I just came up with other ideas

Beel has some implied body issues, mention of top surgery and T-shots

So you more or less got Satan’s coming out story, I could have just written it as a fic and it would have probably been shorter and more concise. But I did add other headcanons as well and accidentally hc how Satan got his everyday outfit.

*Also disclaimer: Satan’s hc focus a lot on Parrotfish by Ellen Wittlinger being a gateway for him figuring out his identity. I have heard of it and seen both good and bad reviews. I recognize that some bad reviews implied that there are possibly inaccurate stereotypes but was a good starting point to introducing Trans Characters to fiction. I have never read it and can not confirm or deny what the reviews say.

Beelzebub:

From a young age he wondered why and how Belphegor were twins when he was a girl.

It caused a distaste in his mouth but more often than not he pushed it away.

 It wasn’t until the Fall; did he finally act on it.

The first time he was called “sir” his heart almost burst out of his chest

 He immediately told a sleepily Belphegor about it, he figured he wouldn’t remember in the morning

 But boy was he wrong, it turns out Belphegor laid awake after Beel told him that. In the morning they talked about it again. Belphie offered his full support.

Belphie became Beel biggest piece in his support system. Like sure a lot of problems, he said maybe a nap or food would help. But it turns out he was right? (Well for the most part) but whenever Beel felt like everyone hated him and judging him, Belphie would wrap him up in the softest blanket in the house and they would take a nap together. Or when Beel seemed to be angry at everything and hated everyone, Belphie pulled him to the kitchen and made his favorite meal.

Randomly one day Belphie asked about how Beel felt about himself. “Like it doesn’t matter if you pass in someone else’s eyes or not, but do you like how you look?”

That’s when Beelz really got into bodybuilding and weightlifting

While he didn’t necessarily come out to the rest of the brothers, but none of them came out as cis so he wasn’t going to go out of his way and come out as trans

“working your legs naturally helps build more testosterone, so does eating eggs,” it was Satan that told him shyly behind a book if Beelz noticed that Satan was eating more eggs and even doing leg exercising he said nothing

Satan and Beel would have random conversations about gender and identity. Most times Belphie sat in on it. Asking questions or making comments.

Before he got top surgery, he would wear full-body binders, he had a standard black and white, but he also had an orange one. Completely confident to wear them by themselves.

 After top surgery, he showed off (as he should)

Takes pride in his body and the work and effort he put into it. To make it his own.

·         T shots doesn’t help with his appetite at all, the horror that went through the house when the avatar of gluttony appetite almost doubled. After a few weeks, it averaged out to be just a little more than pre-T but the brothers none the less both impressed and mortified

Belphie immediately opened his closet to Beel, like Beel occasionally stole clothes before, but this time Belphie made sure that Beel knew whatever he wanted he could take.

Asmo was definitely down to help Beel with shopping, but he turned him down. Favoring to go with Belphie

Faced little backlash, only some sports watchers had problems with it but were quickly shut down. Though even after all these centuries some people still have problems. But Beel has learned to keep his head high but knows he is allowed to be upset and hurt by their words. But he also knows he can go to any of his brothers for comfort and to regroup.

Beelz doesn’t get the same attention and attraction that Satan does, but he doesn’t mind. Though when he sees younger lgbtqia+ looking in awe at him at the gym, he usually swings by to see if they have any questions or need tips.

Okay, wait hear me out… Definitely created a club specifically for lgbtqia+ to have the gym and exercise together. Whether it was leading a class, he has gotten Asmo to lead a few yoga/ meditations or letting them break out into groups and giving them tips on stance or what exercises could build muscles to help them pass. But most importantly teaches/reminds everyone that their body is their own. That no matter what happened to them, their body is theirs. It can look however they want and even if it doesn’t look perfect, it is still is worthy of love and self-care. “The only opinions that matter is your own, it is your body. Claim and make it your own. No one can take it away from you”

Satan offered to let him borrow Parrotfish, Beel isn’t too interested but Belphie wanted to read it to him.

Overall Beel is confident and comfortable with his body and his identity. On his bad days, he knows he has endless support from Belphie and his other brothers.

 Satan:

You know that feeling when something clicks and its that chilling calm that covers your body? Satan was reading a random book, Parrotfish by Ellen Wittlinger.

First came out to Asmodeus, because Satan knew Asmo would accept him and help him in whatever way Asmo could.

And of course, Satan was nervous because Asmo couldn’t go to the others not yet. Satan planned it out that Lucifer was on Earth and expected to be there for a week, so Satan had time to execute his plan.

Asmo was worried when Satan came to him all serious. Well, Satan is always serious but this time the nervousness and lack of confidence made Asmodeus sit still and hold his breath. Asmodeus was attentive as Satan slowly stumbled through his prepared speech, which mainly focused on talking about the book he had just finished.

 Asmo didn’t understand until he saw how heartbroken and lost Satan looked. He was frantic in a sense and blurted out something along the lines of, “So, you wish you were a parrotfish?” while it wasn’t necessarily the best thing to say, the laugh it go out of Satan and the uncertainty in his smile was worth it.

Asmodeus took it upon himself to go shopping for Satan, getting him new more masculine clothes.

It was Levi that got Satan’s his first Binder, “A lot of cosplayers wear them, so you should be okay for some light exercising in it”

Soon all the brothers, well except Lucifer knew and the day Lucifer came back, Satan hid and avoided him.

Satan should have known better, but he was still surprised when Lucifer summoned for him

He was terrified.

When he entered the room, he couldn’t meet Lucifer’s eyes. But when he spared the glance, he saw the disappointment in Lucifer’s eye. Satan tried to swallow around the lump in his throat and ignore the burning in his eyes.

“What are you wearing?” Not exactly what Satan thought Lucifer was going to say first. “Was it Asmodeus?” “Ugh” Lucifer shook his head and strolled to his closet and threw the door open and went searching for something. “Ah, there it is,” Lucifer returned with a yellow sweater. “This would be more suiting for you,” Lucifer offered the sweater to Satan.

“You aren’t mad?”

“The only thing I’m relatively mad at is how offensive that outfit is,”

“I might have shoes too, but they might be a little big on you,”

Satan left wearing his new sweater and shoes on, laughing how he had to keep a black undershirt on, and the shoes flopped due to being too big. But he left with a lot of weight off his shoulders and high in spirits.

That sweater is the famous one you still see him wear today. He wonders why Lucifer would have such a bright color and when he asked Lucifer just made a face and rolled his eyes as he replied with “Asmodeus thought I needed to brighten my wardrobe.”

 Satan loves it, its soft and bright. It’s a little too low cut for his liking but an undershirt fixed that problem. And it doesn’t hug his chest and honestly, it’s his favorite piece of clothing

 Parrotfish is a permanent book in his room and he reads it once a year. And has special scenes marked, so he can go back and read certain passages when needed

Once Satan came out to Barbatos and Diavolo they both requested to read the book and met with him for tea to talk about the book and life.

Lucifer even snagged the book for a bit. (He tried to be sneaky about it and Satan pretended not to notice)

 Asmodeus and Mammon is chaotic with their support, it nice and needed but can also be overboard but he knows they do it out of love. Pride is a huge thing at the house and Asmo decided to do a gender reveal party for Satan

Beelzebub, Belphegor and Levi are supportive like they are ready to fight anyone who gives Satan any issues about his gender and gender identity, but they are as obnoxious as Asmo and Mammon. They will sit with him, talk to him, or just quietly listen. Most times they can’t offer help and admit they don’t know what to say other then they are here for him and willing to listen to whatever he needs to talk about.

Lucifer is quiet support. At first, Satan thought he didn’t approve but then Lucifer would make a random statement or ask for clarification that made Satan feel comfortable. Lucifer glared at anyone who even thought about giving Satan a weird look.

Satan’s go to binder color is a light grey and most times it just a crop top rather than a full-body one. Though he has an aqua blue one he wears occasionally. (I have a drawing of this somewhere lmao)

Satan tried to give himself his first haircut but Asmo had to come in and fix up the mess and disaster he created. Sure, his hair was way too short for his liking, but it wasn’t long anymore.

Over the years has learned the different meanings behind the looks he gets, whether it’s in disgust or that longing look that demons that aren’t out give him. He somehow occasionally becomes a dad to other trans! Demons. Whether it's long talks or if it's just quick tips that help him through the years.

Ironically enough, Lucifer is his biggest support or the one he relies on the most during days or moments when Satan feels terrible. Because Lucifer won’t be fussing all over him or beat around the bush about it. Sometimes he will state he too busy to talk but will leave and come back with hot tea and Satan’s favorite biscuits. Lucifer sometimes sends him away to grab his homework and they will just work in silence together. While Satan hates to admit how much he appreciates Lucifer for these moments, it helps a lot.

Last one! The first formal after Satan came out, he realized he didn’t have clothes for it. Out of all the styles and outfits he had gotten nothing formal ever came through. His brothers came through though. Asmo couldn’t convince him on any of his extra formal wear so he went around finding pieces that the other brothers weren’t using. Satan was only missing a jacket, but the outfit looked perfect. When he ran into Lucifer, Lucifer brought him to his room and offered him one of his simpler jackets and touch him how to pin it to tailor the sleeves to a better height.