#axle the dark chao

[mynders-universe]

I'll see you all there, the battle begins today.

o7

[luveline]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 | 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐨’𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚

the tension between you and miguel rises to an all-time high —a ficlet featuring a grumpy miguel and a flirty, distracted spider-girl. pre across the spider-verse but contains spoilers. fem!reader, 1k

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Miguel has asked you multiple times to leave him alone while he's working. The strike force can't run itself (or so he claims —Margo and Lyla seem plenty capable, in your eyes) and he needs time and solitude to organise the protection of canon events, and—

"Blah, blah, blah," you say, dropping your voice to a soft, teasing melody as you skirt around his frankly audaciously jacked chest. 

"Don't blah, blah, blah me," Miguel says. You'd be intimidated if you weren't so happy to mess with him. "I'm not kidding around." 

Okay, maybe you are intimidated. That just makes messing with him more fun. 

The room he operates from, as you've so fondly monikered The Office, is in organised chaos, and much too dark. You drag a lone chair toward his control panel and set yourself down in front of all his screens and computers. 

"Ooh," you hum, reaching for an unlabelled switch with a purposeful slowness. 

Predictably, Miguel slams his hand over yours, yanking your chair back with an annoyed, "No." 

"Come on, Miguel. What harm could I possibly do?"

"You could–" 

"Topple the multiverse?" you suggest. "I've heard." 

"You could turn off every member of the Society's DMW. That's what that does. Potentially endangering each of their lives by stranding them in unfamiliar dimensions, and preventing them from correcting canon events." 

You feel bad for teasing him when you see the look on his face, anger and exhaustion and the slimmest allowance of defeat. It must be tough to lead the Spider-Society. Tougher to micromanage more than half of its members. 

Pulling your hand from under his, you cross your arms over your stomach and give him an apologetic frown. "Sorry, Miguel."

Evidence of his sweet spot for you lines his expression, softening his sharp jaw and the stoic set of his brow. It's gone as quick as it came, and his mask falls back into place. He turns away from you as though pretending you aren't there and scans one of his holographic screens, his face glowing with a yellow-orange haze. 

Miguel has to tolerate you, because you're a Spider-Girl. Though you've never called yourself that aloud, and you're not sure anyone else has, either, it's an undeniable truth. You were bitten by a radioactive spider that gave you super mutant abilities, though yours aren't as potent as others. You're not especially strong, you probably couldn't stop a bus with your bare hands, but you're smart. You haven't saved the world or anything, but you lost your Uncle Ben. You paid the toll. 

Every spider person has lost someone. Miguel seems to have lost more than that. 

"You know," you mumble, kicking the ground lightly to make your chair spin on its axle, "I've been thinking…" 

"That's never good." 

"Why do we wear our suits here?" you ask, spinning for a second time, the room moving past your eyes in flashes. "It seems performative." 

"Ah, I can answer that. Some of us work when we're here." 

You wrinkle your nose at his deadpan and kick the floor again, spinning so fast it makes you laugh. "What did you say? I can't hear you from your high horse– woah!" 

Miguel grabs the back of your chair, bringing you to a sudden and firm stop. You blink hoping it'll assuage the dizziness between your eyes, and when it doesn't work you keel forward, muttering, "Woah, I'm gonna die." 

"You won't die." 

"How do you know?" you ask. 

"You're under my watch, aren't you?" 

"I knew you liked me," you say. "Oh, I don't feel well." 

"You brought it on yourself." 

You catch your breath. When you feel okay enough to stand you almost trip, and Miguel doesn't bother pretending that he had any intention of stopping you from landing flat on your face. The you before the spider bite would've wiped out. This you giggles and holds Miguel's elbow for a second while you plant your feet. 

"Okay, boss-man," you ask, looking up at the unnaturally high screen he's investigating. "What are we doing today?" 

"I'm supervising a task force operation on Earth-31913. You're going home." 

"Miguel," you say, not sure if you want to flirt with him or piss him off. He looks incredibly pissed off already, so you choose flirtation. "Have I told you how handsome you look this evening?" 

He doesn't react. His hands don't so much as shift where they're akimbo on his hips. 

"You really have the most handsome eyes," you continue, weaving around his arm to stand in front of him. You have to crane your neck to see them. "Sulky. Do I really have to go home? I'd rather stay here with you." 

He looks down his nose at you. "Yeah?" he asks quietly, his voice rough as hewn stone.

"Yeah," you say, taking a small step back. 

"And do what?" 

You mirror his stance, hands on your hips. Your suit isn't form fitting like his, doesn't showcase nearly so much lean muscle, but you like it. You'd chosen a simple black ensemble to match the spider who bit you with a pinky purple heart over your stomach. Miguel had asked about it once, just once, when you'd first met and he had no idea how much of a problem for him you were going to become. 

Why there? 

Why do you think? you'd asked, giving him a sticky-sweet smile. 

Forget I asked. 

He lifts a hand to your chin, pinching it between two deft fingers. You're lucky he isn't wearing his gloves; his claws would pierce your jaw. 

"What do you want to do?" he asks, again so quietly. "If you stay?" 

"I could help with the task force." 

"That's what you want to do?" 

You flush with heat but refuse to let him know how you're feeling. Your heart bumps against your ribs, breath caught in your throat as he tilts your head up, as he leans down. 

"No," he says near your lips, "that's not it." 

"I could help you?" you offer. 

Something flashes in his eyes. You hesitate to call it lust. It reminds you of a cat with a mouse in it’s clutches, only his pupils are blown, black and inky and wide as dimes. 

"You want to help me?" he asks, his lips an inch, half of that from yours. 

You nod minutely. "Yes," you say under your breath. 

His hand moves to your cheek. He leans in closer and closer, until there's a hair's width of air between his mouth and yours, the tips of your noses bent together. His breath fans over your bottom lip and it's hot. You swear you can feel his heart as his chest presses to yours. He lingers there for an endless handful of seconds, silently egging you on.

You call his bluff and refuse to close the distance. 

Miguel pushes you away from him, far from cruel but certainly not sweet. "I have a tower of paperwork you can file," he says. 

"Here I thought you were finally going to bite my head off," you hum. "You're a sore loser, Miguel." 

"And you're my pest," he says, holding your gaze for a half-second too long. He turns away. "Lyla? Arrange the recounts from the last canon event for Spider-Girl's perusal, please." 

"So you've remembered I'm here?" Lyla asks wryly.

You don't mind the paperwork. You sign each one with a winky face and a pink gel pen heart, knowing Miguel will go over them all again, and knowing he'll grow angrier and angrier with each heart.

He'll kiss you and mean it one day. You just have to play the waiting game.

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thanks so much for reading, I hope you enjoyed!

[mustainegf]

Helooo

No clue how I came up this thus idea but hear me out plz.

You know the infamous the GnR & Metallica tour in 1992? So reader and James are together but Axl keeps flirting and making sexual remarks about her. James is pissed but cause of the contract obligations can’t beat him up. So as a joke, Lars (or someone else) suggest to get the reader pregnant, because then it’ll be pretty clear whose girl she is. This leads to the nastiest, filthiest sex in James’s dressing room.

A few months later, Metallica and GnR meet again at Grammy’s/VMA/whatever and the reader has a very prominent belly, so it’s obvious. And James is there, hands on her belly all the time and the alpha male smirk “yup, she is mine, I’ve put a baby inside her” directed at Axl.

I love your stories so much 😊😊😊

THIS IS SO GOOD HOLY SHIT!???

𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐃 ¹⁹⁹²

Any tour with Metallica had always been... something, but the infamous Guns N' Roses and Metallica tour was another animal altogether. A whole new level of chaos. Not just because of the music. By that time, I had been with James for a couple of years, and we were engaged. He was an understanding partner, so it wasn't a big deal to live life on the road when we had to. I loved James more than words could say, and my feelings were returned.

But Axl Rose, with his constant flirtations and sexual remarks, was testing our patience.

James and I tried to brush off the comments from Axl, well aware that a fight would surely end the tour. But it was clear he was just barely keeping a lid on his anger.

One night, after one aggravating encounter too many, James and I sat in his dressing room, trying to cool off.

"He's such a fucking prick," James growled, pacing back and forth. "I swear to God, if it weren't for this damn tour, I'd knock his teeth out out of that stupid, pretty boy face of his."

I reached out and grabbed his arm. "I know, James. He's just trying to get under your skin. Don't let him win."

James sighed, holding me close. "I know. I just… I hate the way he looks at you, the things he says. perverted, and he fucking knows we're together..."

Lars, while walking in, decides to lighten the mood with one of his stupid jokes. "Hey, I've got an idea," he said, smirking. "If you really want to shut Axl up, knock 'er up. That'll show him whose girl she is." Lars snickered.

I couldn't help but laugh at how absurd it sounded, but James's eyes lit up with a wicked glaze. "You know what? That ain't a bad idea..."

Lars' eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Wait, are you fawkin' serious?"

James glanced at me with a smirk now playing on his lips. "What do you think, baby? Want to make sure Axl knows you're mine?"

"James, this isn't just a revenge story, this is a baby we're talking about. A little tiny human that you and me have to dote on." I tried my best to be rational, but I had to admit, I liked the idea of having his baby.

"Honey, the revenge is an afterthought, I'd love to have a baby with you. So? You wanna make this baby or what?" I snickered evilly.

It was a nuts kind of idea, but something about it refused to be denied. I laughed. "Let's do it."

Lars laughed, shaking his head. "You two are insane..."

The instant Lars was out of the room, all bets seemed to be off with James. He yanked me close, his hands scouring over my body. "Come 'ere," he growled, smirking into my lips as we kissed.

His tongue probed my mouth with such hunger, the only clear though on his mind seemed to be getting me pregnant. His hands slid under my shirt, whisking it over my head and out of the way. I moaned when his lips wandered down my neck, his fingers unhooking my bra faster than ever before.

"James," I hummed, fumbling with his belt. "I need you..."

A low dark chuckle sent sparks down my back. "I'm going to fuck you so hard, you'll forget all about that asshole."

He pushed me onto the couch, his hands on my hips, yanking my jeans down. I shivered and giggled as cool air hit my newly exposed skin. James quickly shed his own clothes; his erection was already straining against his boxers, just begging to be swallowed inside me.

He knelt between my legs, his fingers teased at my entrance before delving inside. I purr softly, closing my eyes and drowning in that sweet feeling of his fingers. "God, you're so wet," he murmured, "Excited for me to fuck my baby into you, huh?"

"James, please," I begged, my hips grinding against his hand. "I need you inside me..."

He didn't need any more encouragement. He slid into place at my entrance, his cock gliding against my swollen, wet lips. "You ready for me?" he asked, his eyes locked on mine.

"Yes," I breathed, the word shaking with desire. "I'm ready, James."

With a deep rumbling groan, he gently thrust inside me, filling me completely. I whined, my nails scraping into his shoulders as he began to move, and my god it felt good to have him raw, without a condom like we always did. "Mine..." he hissed against my ear. "No one else can have you."

"Yes," I gasped, my body trembling. "I'm yours, James. Only yours."

His hands gripped my hips, driving into me, making sure to focus on rubbing that sweet spot, that he knew so well. "I'm gonna fill you up," he growled. "I'm going to put a baby inside you, and everyone will know you're mine."

"Yes, J-James..." I strained as my body was just on the edge of climax. "Fill me... Make me y-yours.".

Finally, he thrust once more and buried himself full length within me. We both came, a shared tremor taking both our bodies as we held for each other. James collapsed on top of me, burying his face in my neck and delivering lazy, sweet kisses.

For some time, we cuddled nude on that couch. Finally, James lifted his head, a smug smirk on his lips. "That ought to shut him up."

The months just flew by, and there was the event we all had been waiting for, the VMAs. My belly was very noticeable then, it was like the whole world knows that I'm pregnant. I'm 6 months along now. James was elated, always touching my belly and talking to our unborn baby.

The minute we arrived at the awards show, the buzz was immediate. Whispers followed us everywhere we went, and I could feel eyes on us as we made our way down the red carpet. Every fan, every groupie, every metalhead in the world wanted to catch a glimpse of me, carrying the legendary James Hetfield's baby. James's hand was firmly on my belly, his other arm protectively around me.

We mingled for a bit then with other celebrities, but as expected, shortly found ourselves face to face with Axl. His eyes widened as he took in the sight of me, his gaze falling first to my swollen belly in my glimmering cherry-red dress. James smirked, his hand resting possessively on my stomach. "Hey, Axl," he said, his voice obviously smug. "You remember my beautiful fiancée."

Axl's face flushed, but he forced a smile. "Congratulations," he muttered,very clearly uncomfortable.

James's smile stretched wider. "Thanks. We're real excited. Can't wait to be a father."

Axl grunted a reply, but I hardly even heard him. My attention was on James, the way that he looked at me with all of that pride. I snuggled into him.

The congratulations kept coming from our friends and many others whom I'd never met in my life, but they surely knew James' name. James was just the portrait of a proud, expectant father, his hand never left my bump. His eyes shine every time somebody asks about the baby.

We finally sat at our table, and James came close to me at the table, his lips brushing my ear. "Just can't wait for our little baby," he whispered, his hand gently rubbing on my tummy. "I love you so much."

[ginsengkitten]

༺ Beautiful Dangerous ༻

A slashxreader fanfiction

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Chapter Seven

Rocket Queen

wc: 2800

smut warning

The one y’all been waiting for lmao

The anticipation of seeing Slash again was completely palpable. You bee lined your way to the stage door. A familiar sight of a dark alleyway surrounded by shady figures. But this time you felt less….afraid. All you could think about was him. You felt brave enough to let yourself in the stage door after a random crew member leaves and you slip your way inside. The backstage was a dark seedy cavern of chaos and crewmen. You feel a large heavy grip on your shoulder. You turn around hoping it’s him but are disappointed to see a large intimidating bouncer. “No groupies back here girl. “ he bellows. “It’s cool she’s with me.” A voice says from behind him. The bouncer doesn’t care much to verify that and walks away. “Looks like you found your own way in then.” He smirks as he approaches you. He’s almost stunned and takes a second to examine your obvious style change. His eyes eat up your body from head to toe and you blush. You pull nervously at the edge of your mini dress. Almost confident but not quite. “Look at you Foxey…” He says quietly eyeing you. As much as you want to be simply eye candy, you want to get to the bottom of his query of inviting you tonight. You nervously cross your arms. “So….you called…” you start

“I called.” He confirms cheekily, still eyeing you.

You shift anxiously. “ ….so?”

“So?” He replied again even cheekier.

“Soooo- is there something you wanted to tell me or?” You pry, desperate for answers.

“Does there have to be something to say? Cant a guy just want to see a pretty girl?” He replies boldly smirking down at you as he walks closer.

You nervously look around the two of you to confirm no one is witnessing this private moment.

“Follow me.” He turns sharply and heads to the back of the stage. This backstage was different. It was larger and had rooms. Private dressing rooms. While not fancy by any means. You follow discreetly behind him into a main sitting area where the rest of the band was passing around a bottle of whiskey. You join them. Slash taking a widespread seat on the couch and pulls you on his lap. This time, less layers of clothing lie between you and him. You could feel him underneath you. Hard.

Knowing and feeling this gave you a jolt of electricity and heat in the pit of your stomach. Did you sitting on his lap feel good to him?

“Our groupie returns!” Axl proclaims excitedly. “Fuck you.” Slash laughs. “Oh Right boys, this is slashes special toy, don’t be messin with her now or Slash will kill you in your sleep!” They joke. You wonder if they are at all serious. Special toy?

Slash snakes his arm around your waist from behind and holds you on him. This touch gives you butterflies. You need more of this, of his touch. As the conversation peters onward you can’t help but want things to go in a different direction. You start making small adjustments on his lap, slight shifts in movement that gave friction to him. You can tell it startled him in a good way and he tightens his grasp around your waist in response. He felt good underneath you like this. While you had never been sexual with a man before, all of this felt and flowed naturally for you.

You got more brave and decided to start tracing the denim seam on the outside hip of his jeans. A simple yet effective choice. You wanted him to know what you wanted but were too shy to say. What you’ve been wanting. The rest of the group too drunk or pumped up to notice or care, the backstage lights low gave way to much more freedom in the low light. As the conversation loudly carried on, the two of you slip into your own exchange. He leans you back on him so that his mouth is next to your ear. His warm, cigarette flavored breath heavy on your ear as he whispered to you. “Need something Foxey?” He whispers sultry. His words and cadence makes you weak. A feeling of warmth between your legs as his words warmed your ear. You can’t help but smile mischievously. Torn between the nerves of having never gone to such sexual lengths with a guy before and the animalistic ferocity that was taking you by storm.

You look to him. He looks at you with a bloodthirsty gaze. The two of you in a mutual agreement of sorts. He returns back into the conversation at hand. His hand wrapped at your waist begins drawing little circles in the side of your dress. Casual to any outside but agonizing to you. His reply in this little game. The group is getting up to go somewhere. “We’re gonna hit, you coming?” They ask as they all round up to visit the bathroom together. “We’re gonna hang back.” Slash says. Once they file out of sight it takes Slash all of one second to get off the couch and lifts you up over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. You let out a yelp of delight. “Slash!” You chirp as you laugh. Now what?

Slash doesn’t respond and proceeds to carry you down a dark hallway into a small dingy dressing room. He locks the door and as soon as he sets you down you’re up off your feet again and pressed up against the door by Slash. He lifts you up and you instinctively wrap your legs around his waist. “Slash!” You giggle again. Slash roughly presses his lips against yours. Sparks fly again. Harder now. His curls hiding your face into his in a little curtain. You melt into him. His touch is addictive. The way he holds you like your going to get away but that’s the last thing you want. He towers over you, cradling you entirely in his grip like it’s nothing. His hands grip your ass hard and he lets out a heavy breath against your lips. “You know how long I’ve wanted you?” He growls. The two of you fall desperately deeper into the kiss. His wet tongue dominates your lips and slides its way into you. He tastes so good. One of his large hands slides it’s way up from your bottom to your waist, and then up your side and finally, hugging over your breast. You let out a soft moan of pleasure. Something he had been imagining in his own head for some time. How you looked, how you sounded…He smiles viciously. “God I need you to do that again for me sweetheart.” He pants out in a frenzy and gives your breast another loving squeeze to which you oblige another soft moan out into his lips. He smirks again.

He shifts away from the door and carrys you over to a beaten down futon in the dressing room. Setting you down roughly. As he sets you down he stays low and comes to his knees, yet met you at your height sitting down. His large hands rested heavily on both your hips, he kisses you and then works his way with his lips and his hands down your chest, to your stomach, his hands slipping down your thighs, he firmly prys open your legs but for some reason, maybe due to the pure foreign nature of the action you reflex and slightly close them accidentally. This takes him aback and he looks up to you with a devilish grin turned concern. “What is it Foxey?” He asks while pecking sweet kisses on your knees. “Oh - sorry I don’t know why I - I - go ahead I-“ you stumble to find remedy. Slash looks at you in a total realization. “Foxey…have you ever…?” He asks. You shake your head shamefully. “Oh Foxey…” He coos sweetly and lowly. “Let me show you baby.” He continues without further conversation. You didn’t need convincing but hearing that helped you relax again and your body surrenders to his touch. He continues on and prys your legs open gently. It takes him all his strength to not completely devour you so quickly. He smooths his rough muscular hands up your inner thighs, mirror one another’s movement. He hikes your dress up further. Speckling sloppy wet kisses across your waistband and over the top of your panties. He looks up at you through a curtain of dark curls to watch you. “ I’m gonna make you feel so good baby, I just need you to do one thing for me.” He whispers and he slides down your panties and discards them. The cool air hitting you. “Yes Slash?” You ask with a breathy desperation. He smiles at your eagerness. “ I need you to moan for me baby.” He says and slides a finger inside of you effortlessly with the already slick wetness that had accumulated down there. You let out a soft gasp and moan. “Oh god!” You gasp. He smiles. “Good girl.” He smirks with barely an ounce of morality at his deflowering. He begins pumping his finger inside you. You feel something cold and realize it’s the finger with the snake ring. He never took it off. Nevermind that now. Pleasure swayed within you echoing through with each gentle pump inside you with his finger. “I wanna hear you baby.” He whispers desperate to hear your moans and adds a second finger. It only hurts for a moment but the pain turns to pure pleasure. He’s not hard with it, just soft gentle pumps into you like he’s fingering a guitar. You let out another moan. He exits you with a grin and climbs up to you, leaning you back onto the couch. He brings his wet fingers to your mouth. “Open up Foxey.” You obey his sweet command and he sticks his fingers into your mouth softly. “Suck” He commands in a low gravelly tone. His eyes piercing you as he watches through darkened eyes. You obey again. “You taste so good huh.” He affirms. This seemingly strange action gave you coils of hot sparks through you. You keep eye contact with him while you wrap your tongue around his fingers and suck generously. He returns to you below and this time flattens his tongue across your lips in one long broad stroke. You throw your head back again and let out a moan of surprise and pleasure. “Slash.” You moan.

Your voice moaning out his name drove him to his limit. He stood up and unbuckled his jeans. You take off your jacket and hike your dress up further. Need more of him. “I want you inside me. Please.” You blurt out in a breath. As if you even had to ask. He smirks devilishly at your admittance. “Just do it just go.” You beg. You’ve never wanted anything more. He pulls your towards him with your legs wrapped around him . In an instant you feel him push into you. Pain and pleasure spark out of you. “Fuck” You moan out. He lets out a sharp breathy groan and throws his head back and pushes his hair back although it falls back over him immediately. “You feel so fucking good Foxey girl.” He groans out. He slowly begins pumping in and out of you. Watching for signs of displeasure from you but all you feel is ecstasy. He throws his shirt off, exposing his sweaty happy trail to which you could now finally see where it led to and it was in-fact- happiness. His abdomen glistening again with sweaty specks. He looked so good on top of you. Thrusting into you faster and faster. He leans down and cradles your head in his hand while holding himself up with the other he rests it forehead atop yours as the frequency increases bigger and bigger. The two of you moan in harmonious rhythms, he rocks his hips into you. This incredible dance of rough and romance. His moans sound so pretty. His curls swayed with every thrust into you.

You both pant heavily into each others faces as knots of pleasure twist inside both of you. “Here.” He pants out like a dog and reaches his fingers down over your clit. The added stimulation sending lightning strikes down your legs. You start to feel yourself tensing up and be did too. “Slash-“ You pant out softly. “I-“ you don’t succeed in your speaking before stars are spinning through you. “Oh fuck-“ You cry out. He cradles your head through it and watches you squirm underneath him in pleasure. You dig your nails into his back. He doesn’t stop. As you begin to descend slightly, the sight of you underneath him. Everything. You, the way you moaned his name, the way you dressed, the way you looked, spoke, laughed, walked. All of his deep seeded infatuations with you built up finally coming to a grand release. He lets out a concealed rough grunt and quickly exits you as white hot spurts out over your legs. Still dizzied with pleasure, you watch. He finally halts and slightly collapses himself onto you. The two of you stay silent, staring into one another’s eyes, catching your breath. You had never felt so connected to something in your life like him, like this.

“What’d you think Foxey?” He asks smirking arrogantly. You blush as you come to your senses. Slightly embarrassed by the scene you made. “It was..so good.” You grin. This makes him happy and he comes back down to you and gives you a hot exhausted kiss. “God I could kill for a cigarette right now” you laugh at that sentence coming from your own mouth. He laughs and gets up. Before his pants are even fully buckled he’s got a lit cigarette in between his lips again and passes it to you, you take a big inhale and total cool bathed your entirety. You stay half naked lying down, staring at him and the smoke leaving your lips. “Do you think anyone heard that?” You ask him. To which he chuckles - “probably.”

You smirk. “ Good.”

[subhumanselflover]

Could you do nsfw Headcanons for happy chaos or Axl low when you get the chance please? 🙏🏽

note: how about… both! lucky for you anon, i love axl n happy chaos both, so please enjoy :3 i tried to keep these mostly gender neutral since you didn't specify

NSFW under the cut!

Axl Low NSFW Headcanons

I think of Axl as a switch for sure. He's good to take over, but if you want to take care of him? Be his guest.

Definitely the type to grab at your hair during oral, but not too rough. He just pulls a little, maybe running his fingers through it. It's okay though, because he's got plenty of hair that you can pull at in return >:3

Speaking of.. I feel like Axl would give crazyyy enthusiastic head. Maybe not the most precise, but the passion makes up for it.

Probably likes receiving hickeys, and will definitely provide some as well.

Trying to decide if I think Axl is more of an ass, chest, or thigh man, and firmly deciding that he loves it all. I think there's like one canon line that could bring the argument that he's a chest man but I don't care. He's squishing whatever he can, and damn does it feel nice.

Very handsy during sex, like, his hands will be all over you.

Relatively vocal as well, but probably makes more noise than actually talking. Especially if he's bottoming.

Speaking of Axl bottoming, I just know he whimpers.

Probably really basic on any sort of aftercare, but he loves to cuddle and say sweet things to you after.

Nothing else in particular for Axl. Just this screenshot of what my friend said when I showed him what I was writing.

Happy Chaos NSFW Headcanons

If you're with Happy Chaos, you're already expecting a lot. But sex with him is.. something else.

Also a switch! He doesn't like things to get boring, and he'll try just about anything. Loves to try new kinks as well.

Car sex, anyone? Seriously, I think after a drive, he likes to park somewhere dark and private and have some fun.

I can very much see him being into gun play. But if it's not your thing, he'll hold back for you.

Mostly sees sex as a fun thing, but sometimes will get a weird sort of overly sappy. But that's for another post.

For the most part, he just wants to have fun, and that extends to him trying just about anything.

Pretty vocal, uses an interesting mix of praise and degradation. Giving him head? "Sweet, disgusting thing.. Doing so well though,"

All things considered, probably loves roleplay. It's like it's own sort of drama, he loves it.

I imagine him to be a bit sadistic (with maybe a bit of masochism, he can take it and dish it out.) Probably into spanking, and laughs if it leaves a mark.

Probably sort of possessive, so, enjoys leaving all sorts of marks on you. Hickeys, bruises, bitemarks, you name it.

[dotjretion]

My thoughts on Romeo F. "Bedman" Neumann Guilty Gear

SPOILERS FOR: Guilty Gear Xrd, Guilty Gear Strive

At the risk of sounding too nerdy, I have some predictions not just about Romeo (alias Bedman)'s current state of affairs after his death in Xrd and his young sister taking his place, but also for his potential return as his own character separate from the Bedman identity in either future Strive DLC or a post-Strive installment of Guilty Gear.

Based primarily on what I have been able to gather from Xrd and Strive's story modes, as well as the arcade mode for Happy Chaos in Strive, it is very strongly implied that Romeo is not in fact dead as it's presented on its face.

In his conversation with Axl, Romeo had mentioned that his sister was lost to the dream world long ago, meaning that she didn't even have so much as a physical body in the material world. In his final scene in Xrd Revelator we see his body straight up turn to stone and crumble to pieces. On its face, he would appear to be dead, right?

[COMICALLY LOUD INCORRECT BUZZER]

You would be wrong! In Guilty Gear Strive's arcade mode while playing as Happy Chaos, if you beat I-no on stage 7 without dropping a round, Happy Chaos discusses demi-humans and their ontological implications with I-no. In doing so, he offhandedly mentions Romeo. Specifically he says, and I quote:

"Did you know there was a guy named Bedman who managed to delete his own ID and became a multi-dimensional being?"

Entities in the Guilty Gear world who lack IDs (usually vampires or werewolves, i.e. demi-humans) exist in all parallel universes at once, and Romeo is a rare example of a multi-dimensional being who is (barring his unusual psychic powers) an ordinary human. While Happy Chaos does talk about him in past tense here, all other multidimensional beings we know of (e.g. Slayer, Nagoriyuki) are functionally immortal and I see no reason as to why Romeo would be an exception to this rule.

Now, what do I think happened? I figure that Romeo saved Delilah's life by switching places with her in the dream world, which as is confirmed in his conversation with Axl and his arcade mode in Xrd, is connected to the Backyard. Much like her, he lost his physical form and now exists as a disembodied consciousness who at most has remote control over his mechanised bed. It would also fit in with some of the lyrics in Bedman?'s Strive theme.

"Pitch black, pure white, all the same!" could be interpreted as meaning that where Romeo expected to find death, he found yet another dream. This is corroborated by how in Xrd his dreams are mostly represented as being a white void, as well as a common interpretation of death being nothing but empty darkness going on forever.

"But I can't find you with access to the back of my eyelids." implies that he still has some source of agency and isn't actually dead, but that he's in some kind of sleep, also tying into the idea that he's trapped in a dream with no body to wake up in rather than just full-on dead.

While the circle that's mentioned throughout the song can very clearly be referring to the cycle of death and rebirth known as saṃsāra, songs don't just have one intended meaning and the same symbolism can refer to multiple things at once. For example the circle could also be a way to refer to the physical world that Guilty Gear takes place in, in contrast to the Backyard which is a plane of abstract data. When he says he's on the border of the circle, it could in fact mean that he exists trapped in the Backyard, on the border of the physical world.

Now, how can he come back? If he's trapped in the Backyard, there are only really two people with the power to bring him back as of right now: Asuka R. Kreutz and The Original/Happy Chaos. Asuka would be able to as he's the one in possession of the Tome of Origin, which is the Backyard's physical manifestation in reality. He can glean all information from it, and thus if Romeo tried to call for help, Asuka could very plausibly find him. In addition, Asuka has made physical vessels for people in the past. He created Jack-O' Valentine as a vessel for Aria Hale's soul, and the planned Happy Chaos unit was a vessel to be made to house I-no's soul so she could live a normal life (though it was never finished). Nothing I know about Guilty Gear's lore precludes Asuka from making a physical vessel for Romeo's consciousness to inhabit to save him from the Backyard. As for now though, it seems Romeo's only connection to the physical world left is his old bed, where he silently watches over Delilah while he can say nothing to comfort her or reassure her that he's actually there.

tl;dr Romeo's trapped in the Backyard and only Asuka or Happy Chaos can bring him back. His only connection to reality left is his old bed.

[moxiemaemaple]

Dear Diary, I'm depressed. FR AF.

I am a star in the deep vast emptiness of space. My little hand cultivated solar system always at a threat of being wiped out. Camouflaged blackholes looking to devour me and everything precious whole. There is always a war in my system. Fighting against the pull of a force that is destined to win. What defeats a inky voidless blackhole?

Often I think of blackholes as the main enemy of my existence. They silently invade the reaches of my influence, sucking me in without me even aware. If it had its way I would be sucked deep into its core, devoured and snuffed of my suns light. Never to be seen again.

It feels sticky deep at the core, as if the pull is so great that you wade in pitch black tar. Sinking deeper into nothingness…endless. There is no bottom. There is no sound, there is no sense of positive. Its the definition of black, negative, Yin and I am the Yang it seeks but not in hopes of finding balance, but painting all its knows in dark.

I constantly reach out but my screams are unheard in the deafening vacuum of this space. I drift with it…within it. Trapped. It takes me places I do not wish to be. I have only wondered what peace feels like outside of this, to rotate on my intended axle undisturbed. Inevitably my foe comes back. Tearing more and at my boarders, ripping little meaningless tears. Once there is a thread cut the seams all become lax. I'm not immune to its attacks can only delay its progress of destruction.

I'm in here. Deep in a this pitch. Sometimes I see other light, shooting passed by me. I use to have this dream that one day my twin soul star would come crashing into my system and respark the light that has been burned out. Save me from this...make me feel complete. However every spark that has come crashing in has only caused more chaos, stole my own moons on their way out taking from my collapsing system when its in its most vulnerable state.

As I wallow in this corrupted system I feel the last of my own suns light draining away. Tired of crying for help…tired of sending out my S.O.S. I've become a mere smudge of what is left of me so obscured by the monolithic black octopus that has invaded. It coils around my planets in nothing short of a death crush. Does anyone even see me or am I just viewed as a shaded foggy cloud, the true me obscured and unseen.

I feel the end within. It burns me right up… its endless pain, suffering and I'm gasping on the last of the air I need to keep this flame from dying. Total system collapse, there is no saving me… Don't come near or just be dragged into the same fate. I've become the very thing that consumed me. I drift with it watching as it destroys everything out of my control. I am the chaos. I am the blackhole.

Why am I condemned to this?

Why do I always feel alone in this war?

As the last of the light of my system abandons me here I just surrender. Fighting is too exhausting. My system all gone, and now its just me fighting for mere existence. Can't even feel the swell of my own tears in here. The crush just too great anymore. There is no more of me. Pulverized.

Are you happy now?

Cause I realized something in this pit of endless torment so many have punched me into, my escape has been here the whole time. I wasn't just sucked in here, pushed. Other systems want my light gone. Been working with the blackhole the whole time. Am I even surprised? Those who say they care the most the biggest sabotage of my systems fall.

But I'm a star. How could I forget…you might take everything from me. Strip me of everything I possess, kick me into a endless drop…however when I die I'll go supernova. I'll cause the biggest blaze of light space has seen. Blow away the crushing hole and burn the darkness that consumed me. Take out a massive chunk of this corner of my space and wipe life clean.

Watch me be reborn. I'll never be dead.

[mthollowell-writes]

WIP Themes Tag

Thanks for the tag @writingbyricochet! You can find her original post here!

Rules: Bold the themes that appear in your WIP (& italicize those that are loosely covered) then tag 10 people.

This will be for my Festival Project WIP. This was fun to do!

addiction | beauty | betrayal | change vs. tradition | chaos vs. order | circle of life | coming of age | communication | convention vs. rebellion | corruption | courage | crime and law | dangers of ignorance | darkness and light | death | desire to escape | dreams | displacement | empowerment | facing darkness | facing reality | faith vs. doubt | fall from grace | fame and fortune | family | fate | fear | fear of failure | free will | friendship | fulfillment | good vs. bad | government | greed | guilt and forgiveness | hard work | heroism | hierarchy | honesty | hope | identity crisis | immortality | independence | individual vs. society | inner vs. outer strength | innocence | injustice | isolation | knowledge vs. ignorance | life | loneliness | lost love | love | man vs. nature | manipulation | materialism | motherhood | nature | nature vs. nurture | oppression | optimism | peer pressure | poverty | power | power of words | prejudice | pride | progress | quest | racism | rebirth | relationships | religion | responsibility | revenge | sacrifice | secrets | self-awareness | self-preservation | self-reliance | sexuality | social class structure | survival | technology | temptation and destruction | time | totalitarianism | weakness | vanity | war | wealth | wisdom of experience | youth

Gently Tagging @digital-chance @rmgrey-author @malimaywrite @hyba @girlfromthecrypt @duckingwriting @axl-ul @imbrisvastatio @tabswrites @emelkaeand anyone else who would like to participate!

[marvol0]

OUTSIDER (7) || Rabastan Lestrange WTM

Series Synopsis: When the truth comes out about the future inside the walls of Hogwarts, on the first night back in 1977, what will happen for those involved with the chaos that ensued?

Secrets outed, Lies revealed and true intentions determined.

Pairing: Rabastan Lestrange x Fem!Regulus Black

Notes: Short chapter :)

Everybody had once again settled down in their seats, Regulus was back between her boyfriend and son, her best friends sat at her feet. Some people had brought snacks and drinks back to where they were sitting to enjoy while watching the movies.

The screen once again filled the hall with light.

6th January 1980.

A group of three men were shown, black eyebags beneath their eye sockets. The men were older versions of Rabastan, Evan and Barty, they were stood, heads bowed slightly, at the back of a group of people.

The same people from when Regulus was given her mission.

Regulus burrowed into her boyfriends side, hands carding through the hair of the two boys sat at her feet.

"We have been betrayed by one closest to us." The voice of the Dark Lord Voldemort started, he somehow looked even less human than one week before. The skin on his face hugged his cheek bones, lips now flushed with a periwinkle tone, eyes a grotesque red colour that reflected the blood he had spilled.

"Regulus Black not only failed her mission to assassinate the Potter and Longbottom families, no, she also informed them of said mission and as result the two blood traitorous families have gone into hiding." He informed the group, earning some silent sounds of outrage in response.

The three men looked down, the people around them thinking it was an act of shame for their association with the youngest Black, only Rab, Evan and Barty would know it was a show of pain, after three days of their beloved friend and partner in crime had been missing they knew she would not be returning.

The, hardly-human, male continued. "I have seen to her punishment myself, as of the thirty-first of December Regulus Black is dead." He said maliciously.

"Lier!"

"No you didn't!"

Were some of the reactions from the halls mass, the followers of said Dark Lord were in outrage that the man they followed, looked up to even, had blatantly lied to their faces.

The scene changed once again.

A beautiful manor was shown, white brick walls graying with age had vines of ivy covering them, pointy turrets made up of black slates sat proudly upon the mansion looking out on the surrounding gardens, which housed a dozen regal, roaming, platinum peacocks. The breathtaking house had fences of bushes, shaped to perfection, lining the wide walkway which led to a tall, polished gate.

Those from the Malloy family sat up straighter than before, proud of all the awed faces of those around them.

"You really do have a wonderful home Abraxas" Commented Delilah Selwyn to her old classmate.

"Thank you Delilah but I must give the praise to my wife, Lysistrata is the one who takes the most care of the grounds." Lord Malfoy replied, Lys smiling before pecking her husband on the cheek.

The scene followed a beautiful owl to one of the many black framed windows, it perched on the window ledge before tapping its beak lightly on the glass. A house elf unlocked it before taking the mail from the owls clawed foot, feeding it an owl treat.

"Pip is thanking you, Axl." Pip, the elf, said before the bird shook its feathers and took off once more, Pippa left with a pop landing in the sitting room in front of a three month pregnant Narcissa Malfoy.

Squeeling, Clarity Selwyn (soon to be Greengrass) turned to her best friend, squeezing her tightly, gushing over how beautiful she looked and how she 'must be the godmother of your son!'

Narcissa nodded hugging her back, happy to see her best friend so exited for her.

"Mistress Narcissa, Pip has the Daily Prophet  for you as well as some letters." The young elf handed them to the woman who was sat on one of the green leather couches, cup and saucer placed on the wooden end table.

"Thank you, Pip." She replied, the elf leaving the room with a quiet pop, the woman looked down at the days headline, brows furrowing and alarm swirling in her grey eyes.

The scene moved to show the newspaper.

[princesssarisa]

Miss Finster for the character ask

Favorite thing about them: That underneath her harsh exterior, she cares about the kids, wants what's best for them, and stands up for them whenever they face a real threat.

Least favorite thing about them: Well, she is the ultimate "mean teacher" – yes, she needs to be tough to keep the playground from dissolving into chaos, but she can definitely be too sadistic.

Three things I have in common with them:

*I'm a single female.

*I'm heavyset.

*I like cats.

Three things I don't have in common with them:

*I'm not elderly.

*I'm not a playground monitor.

*I'm not a harsh disciplinarian.

Favorite line:

Her talk with Spinelli about love in "That Stinking Feeling," especially these lines:

"Ah! It's an age-old story. Women of power like us, we're not allowed to have emotions."

"From now on, you're gonna be faced with feelings like this every day. Feelings that are gonna make you want to stand on the rooftop and yell to the heavens. Feelings that are gonna want to make you crawl into a hole and pull off your skin. But even if he does leave you in Paris with no money and a broken axle in the VW, in the end, it's all worth it. 'Cause it's better to feel something than nothing at all. And I'll tell you something else. The rest of the kids out there, they don't know it yet, but they're gonna have those feelings too someday, and that someday is coming a lot sooner than they think."

brOTP: Principal Prickly, Randall, and at key moments, Spinelli.

OTP: None at the moment. Her brief romance with Hank the Janitor was nice, but it did distract them too much from their work.

nOTP: Any of the kids.

Random headcanon: Her counterpart at 98th Street School (the school from "The Challenge") is named Miriam Feinstein – just like her, only dark-haired and Jewish.

Unpopular opinion: I don't think I have one.

Song I associate with them:

The theme song.

Also, "I'm a Hula-Hula Baby" and "The Otter Dance."

Favorite picture of them:

[mynders-universe]

“Here you go, little guy! I got it toasted just right~”

Luckily, Storm seems to be a pretty chill guy to hang around with. Jasper doesn’t mind too much that he’s using their back as a leg rest, and Axle seems especially fond of the hedgecat’s electrical ability in that arm of theirs. The ability makes them fast friends; roasted round fruits are a rare delicacy that Axle is especially fond of.

Go vote for either Jasper or Storm in the OC competition I’m participating it!

@sonic-oc-showdown @sege-h

[pumpkinsplots]

Characters out of context tag

Thank you @eldritch-flower for tagging me! You can check out their fantastic post here

Rules: Include one character quote of your choosing from each chapter of your WIP (or as many chapters as you’d like). Give absolutely no context, save for what’s between two parts of an interrupted sentence, should that occur. You may mention who said it. Have fun! No pressure!

Since I’ve been focusing on actually writing Facade: After Dark, I’ll do that WIP for this, with the chapters that I have done or are relatively close to completion <3

Chapter 1 - Daemi

“Do you need me to carry you bridal style the next couple of feet, sir?”

Chapter 2 - Leijing

“I thought my mask might break under those; you must get some serious back pain.”

Chapter 3 - Iris

“You can stop by whenever you’d like. I’ll give you a very special reward as thanks for yesterday—” His father hung up without a word.

Chapter 4 - Iris

She slipped a finger under his chin to force him to look her in the eyes, leaned in, and said, “What’re you gonna do if I don’t, little man? Call the police? Hmm?”

Chapter 5 - Iris

“Just the two of us, all alone, trapped in a dark room,” she said wistfully, “if only we were in a romance movie.”

Chapter 6 - Leijing

“Well… let’s just say the vampire dude is setting a lot of unrealistic standards for men with how much he’s packing.”

I’m realizing half of these are just Iris being horny lmao, she’s such a fun character to write and I can’t wait to introduce her <33 the more unhinged vibe of the wip has made me a lot less worried about being a perfectionist, too. There’s some serious topics at points, but I’ve just been having fun with writing a more low-stakes story with a simpler plot. Iris and all of her chaos never fails to make me smile, and I haven’t gotten very far in the draft, but her and leijing’s banter is so fun sdjksdbdsk

This was fun, and im gently tagging: @at-thezenith @axl-ul @digital-chance @charlesjosephwrites & @camillenrose as well as anyone that wants to, feel free! no pressure of course

[gear-project]

Annon-Guy: We all know that Sol is the main protagonist while Ky is the deuteragonist, but why is the main tritagonist ALWAYS swapped around in the Guilty Gear series? Case in point;

The Missing Link: Doesn't really have one, but I saw Kilff is the tritagonist here.

X, X2 and Accent Core: Dizzy

2 Overture and Xrd Series: Sin and Ramlethal

SrtIVe: Jack-O'

Most of this revolves around the central plots involving Guilty Gear, so it's not so easy to answer it.

But, to sum up events in a short manner:

GG1: It was a "revisit" to the past events via a scheme from the Conclave in an attempt to capture Justice for their own ends. So, of course Kliff couldn't stand idly by. He was trapped and killed by Testament however. The reason it's called the "Missing Link" is because Sol had long been absent from history by that point, and no one expected him to step out of the shadows and kill Justice (whom the world was worried about unsealing to start a fresh war).

GGX: The focus is mostly based on events that happen AFTER the war with Justice and those who survived. The legacy of Justice just happened to fall in Dizzy's hands mostly.

GGXX: The "Midnight Carnival" is the opening "stage" for I-No... who has her own role to play in the history of the Backyard. You could say this part of the story is I-No's playground, but it is also a key facet to past "transgressions" that happened long before Guilty Gear began.

GGXXAC: The "Accentuated Core" of connected events slowly coming together. Those involved are mainly the Postwar Administration Bureau... a group notoriously connected with the Conclave who bears strong connections not just to Justice, but also the Assassins and the Japanese, among many other dark secrets. While I-No is just one part of the problem, she is only the "result" of past sins... the Bureau are also "born from the past sins" born from the Conclave's intentions, but they are still only a small portion of the grander mystery of the dark history of the Crusades.

GG2 Overture: Simply the beginning of a deeper plot. It all began with Valentine, though Sin was involved with those events, Valentine is (despite appearances) the "victim" of this event. She is killed like Justice by Sol Badguy... leaving behind more mystery behind the "culprit" who has yet to be revealed.

Just who is Valentine's "Mother"?

Xrd Sign: The beginning of the End. War is declared by Ramlethal Valentine, the "sister" of the original Valentine... and it is clear that Mother is waging war on humanity... but for what purpose?

Will Ramlethal become the next "victim" at Sol's hands?

But, in a turn of events, the real victim was Ramlethal's Sister: Elphelt Valentine.

She was taken by Mother to become the "Next" incarnation of Justice.

Xrd Revelator: After so much "dark history" has occurred, it is revealed that the Conclave are simply being manipulated by Ariels the Merciless Apocalypse... the Universal Will.

But, Ariels herself reveals an even more sinister "sin": Humans created her. One human in particular, who orchestrated many of these events (including I-No's origins).

Sol, Ky, and even Sin among friends battle to save Elphelt... and the final confrontation with Ariels begins.

Guilty Gear STRIVE: The history of Humans is the history of greed and ambition. That much is made clear by one Happy Chaos.

Greed for War, Greed for Weapons, Greed for Gears, Greed for Humanity, almost like an unchanging LOOP.

The Greed created a Sickness that became I-No. A glitch in the system.

The Greed created Hope for a Better Future: Axl Low.

Hope and Excess... which Ariels despised in Humans... unlimited possibilities.

The Greed created monsters like Bedman and survivors like his Sister Delilah... victims of the war.

Jack-O' was also a "victim". Forced to play a role in the past she never asked for. But even as a Valentine, she had a destiny that was her choice to accept or reject.

Sol however, felt that Destiny is something you break with your own hands. And Asuka R. Kreutz agreed.

The "First Transgressor" turned out to the be the one designated to save the world: The Original Sage, now become Happy Chaos.

They would have to "strive" to break more tragedy from here on out, that is, if they wanted to "save the future".

No more "STEEL Victims" from here on out... if Sol can help it at least.

[minutiaewriter]

~WIP Themes Tag~

Thank you for the tag @residentdormouse , I think this is a great way to showcase the themes of the HERA trilogy (not just To Catch a Star--these themes apply across the entire trilogy), and also because now I can see all the themes I can use in my future projects!

Rules: 

Make a new post.

Embold the themes that appear in your WIP. 

Italicize those that are loosely covered and then, 

Tag 10 people!

Tagging @little-mouse-gardens @toribookworm22 @late-to-the-fandom @elyteracy @imdefnotvanessa @aninkwellofnectar @axl-ul @elizaellwrites @bmaye15 @orphicpoieses and open tag for anyone else who sees this & wants to participate!

addiction | beauty | betrayal | change vs. tradition | chaos vs. order | circle of life | coming of age | communication | convention vs. rebellion | corruption | courage | crime and law | dangers of ignorance | darkness and light | death | desire to escape | dreams | displacement | empowerment | facing darkness | facing reality | faith vs. doubt | fall from grace | fame and fortune | (found) family | fate | fear | fear of failure | free will | friendship | fulfilment | good vs. bad | government | greed | guilt and forgiveness | hard work | heroism | hierarchy | honesty | hope | identity crisis | immortality | independence | individual vs. society | inner vs. outer strength | innocence | injustice | isolation | knowledge vs. ignorance | life | loneliness | lost love | love | man vs. nature | manipulation | materialism | motherhood | nature | nature vs. nurture | oppression | optimism | peer pressure | poverty | power | power of words | prejudice | pride | progress | quest | racism | rebirth | relationships | religion | responsibility | revenge | sacrifice | secrets | self-awareness | self-preservation | self-reliance | sexuality | social class structure | survival | technology | temptation and destruction | time | totalitarianism | weakness | vanity | war | wealth | wisdom of experience | youth

🌟Hera: To Catch a Star is out now! Available here 🌟

buy a copy & feed a starving artist!

[jasminewalkerauthor]

Deep dives into folklore: Goblins

Goblins, mythical creatures of folklore and literature, have a rich and diverse history that spans across cultures and centuries. These elusive beings, often depicted as mischievous and malevolent, have undergone a fascinating evolution in the realms of human imagination. From their origins in ancient folklore to their prominent roles in modern literature, goblins have shaped and been shaped by the ever-changing narratives of human storytelling.

The concept of goblins is deeply rooted in the folklore of various cultures, each imbuing these creatures with unique characteristics. In medieval European folklore, goblins were often portrayed as small, grotesque creatures with a penchant for mischief. They were believed to inhabit dark, hidden places, emerging at night to create chaos and play tricks on unsuspecting humans. The English word "goblin" itself has Germanic origins, derived from the Middle English word "gobelin" or the Old French "gobelin," both referring to a supernatural creature.

As literature began to flourish, goblins found their way into written works, taking on new forms and roles. In the 17th century, goblins made appearances in fairy tales and plays. Notable examples include Shakespeare's "A Midsummer Night's Dream," where Puck, also known as Robin Goodfellow, embodies the mischievous nature often associated with goblins. As time progressed, goblins became fixtures in fantasy literature, gaining complexity and diversity in their depictions.

The Romantic era saw a resurgence of interest in folklore and fantasy, leading to the inclusion of goblins in the works of renowned authors. E.T.A. Hoffmann's "The Nutcracker and the Mouse King" introduced the character of the Goblin King, who played a pivotal role in the story. Hoffmann's portrayal of goblins reflected a nuanced understanding of these creatures, blending elements of menace and fascination.

The Victorian era marked a significant period for the revival of interest in folklore, and goblins continued to capture the imagination of writers. George MacDonald's "The Princess and the Goblin" (1872) presented goblins as malevolent beings living beneath the earth, plotting against the human world. MacDonald's work influenced subsequent fantasy authors and contributed to the evolving image of goblins in literature.

In the 20th century, fantasy literature experienced a renaissance, and goblins played integral roles in many iconic works. J.R.R. Tolkien's Middle-earth saga, particularly "The Hobbit," featured goblins as a formidable and malevolent race. Tolkien's influence resonated throughout the fantasy genre, shaping the portrayal of goblins in subsequent works by authors like J.K. Rowling, who introduced goblins as a distinct species in the "Harry Potter" series. The mix reviewed 'Labyrinth' created by Jim henson and starring David Bowie also comes to mind when considering notable portrayals of Goblins

In contemporary literature, goblins continue to evolve with the changing landscapes of fantasy. Authors explore the complexities of goblin characters, presenting them as more than mere tricksters or villains. Some stories delve into the cultural and psychological aspects of goblin folklore, providing nuanced perspectives on these mythical beings.

The evolution of goblins in folklore and literature is a testament to the enduring power of myth and storytelling. From their humble origins in ancient folklore to their multifaceted roles in modern fantasy, goblins have adapted and transformed, reflecting the cultural, social, and literary contexts of their time. As long as human imagination continues to thrive, the evolution of goblins will persist, ensuring that these mythical creatures remain an integral part of our collective storytelling heritage.

Taglist (reply or reblog to be added):

@axl-ul @crow-flower @thoughts-fromthevoid @alderwoodbooks @harleyacoincidence @tuberosumtater @sonic-spade @theonlygardenia @holymzogynybatman @nulliel-tres

[the-punforgiven]

Guilty Gear Strive Fromsoftware game tier list

Explanations Below:

Elden Ring: - Leo: Loves dual greatsword strat, prefers the more regal, clean, and gold aesthetic of ER. Definitely uses Radahn's armor - Faust: Understands the Mushroom Theory and has insights on it no mortal man should know - Jack-O: It's her first Fromsoft game, be nice. Uses spirit summons and somehow makes them really insanely powerful somehow, god help you if they ever become allowed in pvp - Nagoriyuki: I'm so sorry. I'm so very, deeply sorry. I love Nago with all my heart but we all know exactly what weapon he'd use - Giovanna: You can summon dogs and punch people. 10/10

Bloodborne: - Testament: Just fucking look at them. - Axl: bri'ish - I-no: hat - Millia: Likes the fashion and the fast combat, has decided Lady Maria is the best fight in any videogame - Zato: Has never played a video game before. Likes the aesthetic but tbh just bought it because he heard Millia was playing it - Happy Chaos: gun

Dark Souls: - Ky: Huge respect for the game that started the series, undoubtedly runs a faith build and has never done a single invasion in his life - Sol: Likes that it has dedicated an entire magic school and casting catalyst devoted purely just to setting shit on fire. Bought it to repeatedly invade Ky - Potemkin: Wears Havel's set constantly but tbh just really loves the lore and visuals. Has spent more time in Darkroot Garden than the developers themselves - Ramlethal: Sword big. Would probably like Elden Ring more for its meal options and the aforementioned summonable dogs, but only has access to Sin's PS3, which used to be Sol's PS3.

Sekiro: - Baiken: Got it on recommendation from Chipp, played it like once, went "Yeah it's neat I suppose" and then never touched it again - Anji: Also got it on Chipp's recommendation, played it like twice, went "Yeah man that's pretty rad" and then never touched it again - Chipp: Has not stopped talking about it since its release in 2019

Minecraft: - Bridget: Self-Explanatory. Would be a god among the pvp scene in any of the above games (Including Sekiro, somehow) but chooses not to - May: Also self-explanatory. - Goldlewis: made an account to play Minecraft with Bridget. Has never played a video game before and doesn't really "get it" is but is always impressed with what she builds regardless