#castle is a big ol softie

[suspiciouslackofclowns]

I’m having a lot of thoughts about super protective Steve right now, but I’m also having a lot of writer’s block so I don’t have the energy to actually set the whole scene.

I need Billy and Steve delivering pizzas and snacks to The Party (including the Corroded Coffin guys) to wherever they’re holding their campaign. Maybe somewhere in the woods because it’s aesthetic and the weather is nice, like out by Castle Byers.

The kids are fine with Harringroveson for the most part by now, though a couple of them (namely Dustin) don’t always get along the best with Billy. He tries really hard so it’s getting better, but progress is slow. He’s still detested by the Corroded Coffin guys (namely Gareth).

I love the misunderstood character trope for some reason. I love the idea of other characters hating Billy’s image, the idea of him, but when they get to know him as more than the asshole jock they peg him as, they realize he isn’t all that bad.

Maybe Gareth makes one too many comments about not wanting Billy there. Calls him an asshole and provokes him with the intention of validating his own perception of the blond. Maybe even goes as far as to insinuate that the only reason Eddie or Steve are with him is because of his looks. Something mean that’s said in a teasing tone, but hits just as hard despite it.

Billy doesn’t react with white hot rage like everyone’s expecting. He turns away and walks through the woods back to the car with a look of shame on his face, and Steve immediately jogs to catch up with him, lacing their fingers together as they weave through the trees.

Eddie stands there anxiously, wondering if he should follow them or if it’ll overwhelm his already upset boyfriend. He turns back to the group and looks pointedly at Gareth. Not angry. Just disappointed.

Which some could argue is worse.

“C’mon, man,” he sighs, gesturing vaguely. “You couldn’t be cordial until they left? He didn’t even do anything.”

“Made ‘em leave faster, didn’t it?”

Gareth’s tone is less sure than before, because after all, he isn’t a malicious person at his core. He’s clearly at odds with himself about hurting Billy’s feelings — he didn’t even think it was something that could happen.

Eddie just shakes his head and sighs.

“Well, you’ve poked the bear, so now shit’s gonna get testy.”

“What, like—“ Gareth gulps and his eyes blow wide. “Like Hargrove’s gonna kick my ass or something?”

At the words, Eddie laughs. Crosses his arms and sobers when he hears twigs crunch in the distance, a set of footsteps approaching once again.

“Not Billy,” Eddie whispers.

As if on queue, Steve emerges from between the trees. His jaw is clenched and his shoulders are squared. He gets eyes on Gareth before anything else, which has him scurrying up out of his seat on the floor. Ready to bolt.

Steve stops beside Eddie. Shrugs his hand off of his shoulder when Eddie sets it there and points an accusatory finger at Gareth. The movement makes him flinch even though he’s still a handful of feet away.

“I dunno what your fucking problem is, but you don’t say shit like that about my boyfriend when I’m around, you hear me?” Steve seethes. He eyes Gareth up and down like he’s sizing him up before he simply tsks and shakes his head. “You can find your way home in the dark for all I care, so don’t bother asking for a ride when the game’s over.”

He stares until Gareth nods, at which point some of the rage relaxes out of him. Only slightly.

Then he turns to Eddie.

“Get on the radio when you’re done?” he says much more softly. “I’m gonna go ahead and take him home.”

“Is he alright?”

“Yeah, but you know how he is.”

Eddie nods and cracks a smile.

“Big ol’ softie.”

“Mhmm.”

Steve mirrors his expression. Leans in for a quick kiss, then casts Gareth a final glare before he takes his leave.

Once he’s gone, Eddie huffs a laugh and intertwines his fingers over the back of his head.

“Jesus. Give him a while, he’ll get over it,” he dismisses. Glances over at Gareth, who looks about as startled as a mouse that’s been dropped into a snake pit. “Maybe.”

“Maybe?”

“I dunno, you could probably speed up the process by making Billy a cake or something.” When Gareth furrows his eyebrows, Eddie shrugs and laughs again. “I’ve never pissed Steve off that bad, but I have hurt Billy’s feelings before. My boy loves him some chocolate cake.”

There’s a beat of silence. Then two.

They wind up having to wrap the game up faster than they anticipated, because the nice weather becomes a drizzle which becomes a pour.

Steve goes against his word and gives Gareth a ride home.

The next day, he’s standing on their porch with a Tupperware container full of chocolate cupcakes that say srry 4 b-ing an a-hole in blue icing on top.

Billy immediately shoves one into his mouth and Steve reluctantly forgives Gareth, meanwhile Eddie is laughing his ass off because he didn’t really expect him to take his suggestion seriously.

[wriothesleybear]

Wrio has completely invaded my mind so here are my headcanons:

I think he looks intimidating to people because of his huge build but he's actually really really kind and nice.

He likes to tease people and he's really good with kids. Evidence: the fact that Segui...idk her name BUT she wanted him to drink out of her cute sippy cup and Wrio made it look like he was about to go for it but he chose his cup instead. He was clearly smirking XD.

He's addicted to coffee. Can't help himself.

He's a terrible cook but he will try his best.

The fact that he's a Duke and yet choose not to sit on his butt in a fancy castle but chooses instead to be a warden (a very dangerous job) shows that he wants to contribute to society because he believes in change.

He's a very GOOD motivator and a great public speaker. He tries to motivate the workers at his prison.

He's very tired sometimes and has to stay up ungodly hours hence the sleeping bags under his eyes.

He loves his job.

He doesn't like sweets.

He works out a lot.

He loves to brawl.

He's confident but he's not always confident. He has certain moments of weaknesses.

-girlie anon

OMGG GIRLIE ANON! I LOVE THESE! THEYRE SO CUTE AND WHOLESOME AHHHHH !! 🥹 ESPECIALLY THE LAST ONE ! i agree with all of them! You literally read my mind. He's got that dad energy with Sigewinnie. ugh he'd be such a great dad. i want him to be my daddy He does look intimidating to others but he's such a softie especially with kids and the people he's close to/cares about. He 's basically a big ol' teddybear. i just wanna squeeze him like one🥺

thank you for sharing your thoughts! i enjoy hearing other people's ideas of wrio🥰 and its fun finding other fellow wrio lovers🥺❤️ don't be afraid to share more of your thoughts with me👀😉

[tsuki-sennin]

Welcome back to Kamen Rider Tycoon! Boy, I'm sure proud of my friend Keiwa-kun, he's doing such an epic and cool job~! Neon's so cute and cool~! Mean ol' Azuma's a big ol softie deep down~! And Mister Punkjack, he's so wild and funny! Now that is epic~!

Enter Password: Spoilers, I guess...

Glare, log in!

Install. Dominate a System.

Booting... VisionOS

Warning! The publisher of VULPE-DEI.exe is unable to be identified by VisionOS, therefore was prevented from starting. Executing functions of this file can put your system at risk.

>Run anyway.

-Yep! We were kicking ass!

-The Game Master fucking cheated! Thank you for staying on our side, Tsumuri.

-Heyoooo, Ace!

-"What you doin' today, son? :)" FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU

-I guess Ace got to keep everything then. ...and yet, nothing of what he was really fighting for.

-Fuck you Dad.

-Yeah good game you got here old man.

-Right, I think we've got the whole picture.

-The Jyamato are completely engineered and the DGP is just an elaborate excuse to get Giroli and the executives to jack off on their power fantasy.

-Wonder how long it'll take for Archimedel to decide to rebel?

-Ah, final boss already?

-Oooooh, Battleship! I love that game!

-True love!

-World peace!

-And winning!

-Let's move out.

-Just another round in the game, nothing to see here, folks~!

-Oh sure, go straight for the boss

-Oooooooh, there he is!

-Gotokuji-san! Ice Bear does not approve of your recklessness.

-Jya-Jya-Jya-Strike!

-Ohhhh shiiiit!

-Jyamato Green! Is! People!

-Yeah well Ace, God of Desire, is having himself a grand day out.

-He's probably had sex like 20 times off screen, and that's not even the main thing he remembered from that morning.

-What a swell guy, that Ace :)

-"This world... this world sucks!"

-"SHUT THE FUCK UP I'M WAY COOLER THAN ACE >:(" Azuma shouted, smashing his shoulder against an opponent who no doubt thought the exact opposite.

-Time for Zombie Pants!

-Ah, Buffa's gonna become God.

-It's all he ever really wanted!

-Propeller~! I see even with how much you despise Ace, you still take proper homework for his victories.

-Flyyyyy!

-Oh, there he is! Speak of he devil!

-"What the FUCK is a Geats?" Everyone when the trademark was revealed.

-Ace is just that kinda guy!

-Are those guys even still allowed in the game, Azuma?

-"SHUT THE FUCK UP, I'M GONNA WIN!"

-Good job there, Leeroy. At least you got your chicken, eh?

-You really bet the farm on that one horse, huh Giroli? ...or, buffalo in this case.

-Ohhhhhhh

-Ohhh nooooo, Buffa

-Is he

-Buffa NOOOOOOO

-NOOOOO

-YOU SON OF A BITCH, COME BACK

-TAKAHASHIIIIII

-Buffa has been eliminated.

-Gotta know when to fold 'em.

-So touching any Core gives you your memories back, huh?

-No more time for Geats.

-Fuck the game, we're just saving all those people.

-We're just not strong enough.

-Oh?

-Ah, you can just...

-Hand over a Boost, huh?

-God has a duty to look after His world.

-And His disciples are sent...

-Tsumuri-neesama :)

-OH YOU CAN JUST

-DO THAT

-LET'S GOOOO

-This is some Joseph Joestar shit right here.

-"DID YOU PLAN THIS TOO, GEATS!? TELL ME!"

-"WHY'RE YOU EVEN ASKING!? I SET THE TRAP AND YOU WALKED RIGHT INTO IT! ALL OF THIS WENT DOWN LIKE CLOCKWORK!"

-Lots of affirmations, huh Geats man?

-Oh, by the way, if you see golden feathers you should punch behind you.

-He's just playing the game, Giroli <3

-TRUST LAST LET'S GOOO

-I sure hope the full version comes out soon.

-Zombie and Boost! :D

-Hot damn, Fox Man going through it all!

-Good job, Game Master. Now everybody distrusts you.

-Storm the castle. Inside and out.

-Fireworks~!

-Get rubbled, idiot!

-Sasuga, Geats!

-Real?

-Ohhh?

-Ohhhh shiiiit, one last game, huh?

-Desire Grand Prix Desire God Torunament!

-He calls it a tournament, but in reality Mr. Game Master's making us do a fox hunt.

-Well, looks like Neon and Keiwa get one last shot at becoming God.

-...just gotta wait tiil Sunday.

[rosiethefurry101]

I’m bored and want to post something, but idk what..So have some art and info of my newest OC and Fursona!

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Name: Sage Maria Brine

Species: Glitch Demon (or at least, that’s what I assume Herobrine is..)

Gender: Female

Height/Weight: 5'6 / 148.6 Pounds

Age: 19 Years Old

Sexuality: Bisexual

Pronouns: She/Her/Herself

Romantic Partner: N/A

Family Names: Herobrine (Father), [Mother is unknown]

Friends: Herobrine, Entity 303, Null, The Enderdragon

Likes: The Nether Castle. Axolotl‘s. The cherry blossom forest/grove. Hanging out with her father. Learning how to use her powers. Playing pranks on people.

Dislikes: Being called princess/my little princess. Large crowds of people/a lot of people in one room. Being alone for too long.

About Sage: Sage is the daughter of Herobrine, which technically makes her royalty in a way.

Sage is not much of a talker, and tends to be off by herself, then with people. The reason for that being, she has bad social anxiety. She’s had it ever since she was a child, and she doesn’t know why. But whenever Sage is around others, it’s usually her dad and her dad’s friends Entity 303 and Null.

Sage is known for looking very intimidating, but in reality she’s actually a big ol’ softie. But don’t underestimate her power, she will get violent if need be. She is Herobrine’s daughter after all.

Just like her father Herobrine, Sage has bright white eyes with no pupils or irises. They glow brightly in the dark, and she has the ability to control how bright they can be.

Sage has scars all over her body from getting in fights with players, and also training with her father. This girl is not very careful with it comes to battle.

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[Info for this boi, coming soon..]

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[kiruuuuu]

No worries, anon from a previous post! I got you ♥♥ (Rating T, fluff, ~1.5k words)

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Thermite is kissing Castle. And panicking.

It’s a little like tripping and falling, one moment he’s walking normally without paying any attention to doing so, his subconscious, his muscle memory more than up to the task of carrying him safely where he wants to go yet the next, he stumbles over something and now he’s on the ground and confused as to how he got there. Only in this case, he wasn’t walking but rather basking in Castle’s presence after they spent the day carrying moving boxes. Thermite’s last flat wouldn’t have allowed pets and since he’s planning to adopt a dog soon, he was forced to move – he normally hates doing it, gets exhausted even thinking about all the effort involved and doesn’t trust himself not to cut corners and end up with twenty unmarked boxes which either rot away in a corner while he proceeds to buy everything that’s buried somewhere again because he can’t be bothered to look for it or he just dumps all their contents into a drawer and forgets about it all till he has to move again.

This time, Castle helped him with organising all his belongings, made sure to pack the breakables in a way that they’re not going to live up to their name, labelled each box clearly, ensured none of them ended up too heavy and even assisted in taking Thermite’s furniture apart for transport. He’s been there throughout the entire journey, advised Thermite in choosing a new bed frame, asked around until they could be sure enough people would be around that day to help carry and transport everything, and stayed long after everyone has left just so Thermite can comfortably live in his new apartment for a few days while unpacking.

So they’ve been doing that, just walking around in the large flat which is much bigger than Thermite is used to but since it’s on the outskirts of the city, it’s even cheaper than the one he was in previously, talking and joking, Castle making a few last, highly appreciated suggestions on where to put what and then Thermite stumbled over something and now he’s kissing Castle and confused as to how he got there.

A thumb is brushing over his ear, warm fingers are in the nape of his neck, soft lips slide over his and it’d be lovely if Thermite’s brain wasn’t going fuck fuck fuck non-stop. They’re in the middle of his corridor, somehow got stuck on each other, the rooms around them silent, and Castle’s tongue licks over his lower lip, asks for entry which Thermite grants and touches his with an almost electric feeling, charging Thermite. The litany inside his head upgrades to FUCK FUCK FUCK and when an arm snakes around his waist to pull him a little closer, he panics.

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“I kissed Miles yesterday evening”, Thermite says.

“Honestly, just shove them somewhere onto the shelf, Jordan doesn’t care if they’re sorted by author”, Ash directs Pulse around the room and earns a pained expression – the idea of not sorting books by anything makes Pulse visibly uncomfortable.

“Where is Miles, anyway? Shouldn’t he be here by now?” He reluctantly sets a second book down on the wooden surface and uncertainly looks back at Ash to see whether it gets her approval.

Thermite is getting irritated. This is a big deal and both of them are just ignoring him. “Did you hear what I just said?”

“Yeah. What do you mean, kissed, is that some sort of euphemism? Oh my God Jack, if it kills you to not put them in order, just sort them. Make a spreadsheet for them too, if you like.”

“What? A euphemism? No, I literally kissed – are you even listening?”

His annoyance must be audible because Ash pauses, stops rummaging around in a half-empty box and turns to him. “I’m sorry. It sounds important, so go on. I’m listening.”

Thermite blinks. “That’s it. I kissed him. I don’t know what to do now.”

She cocks her head inquisitively. “I’m not sure I follow. Did anything else happen?”

“Anything else? Fuck’s sake, Liza! I frenched Miles completely out of the blue, isn’t that enough? What more do you want?”

Both his friends are quiet now, halting their movements and looking at him strangely. “What’s that supposed to mean?”, Pulse wants to know. “Do you normally not kiss? Does either of you not like it?”

Thermite is starting to feel like he’s in the twilight zone. “No, we normally don’t kiss, we’ve never kissed, we’re just friends. Am I supposed to tongue wrestle with all my friends?”

“Oh”, says Ash and something is odd about her tone of voice. “You’re not -” She breaks off and only continues once Thermite’s eyebrows lift. “You’re not dating?”

What. “Why would you think -”

“You regularly sleep over at each other’s place”, Pulse points out matter-of-factly.

“Yeah, he has a PS4 and I have an Xbone, it’s just easier that way, we can stay up later and play more.”

“You also spend almost every waking minute together.”

“Yeah. Like I said: I have an Xbone, he has a PS4. What else would we do?”

“You danced together on Blitz’ birthday.”

“We were both drunk.”

“When Miles was injured, you refused to leave his side and even hid under his bed.”

“No one deserves to be alone in a hospital.”

“You touch each other all the time. He adjusts your clothing, you steal his sunglasses, he makes that rasping noise with his gloves and your beard that you love so much, you sleep on his shoulder whenever you can.”

“Look, we’re just really good friends, alright?”

Ash fixes him with a scrutinising stare. “Except for the fact that you apparently frenched him.”

Thermite is starting to get a headache. “Did everyone think we were dating? Does he think we’re dating?”

“I’d say that depends on how the story ends. What happened after you kissed him?”

“I threw him out.” Pulse snorts while Ash pinches the bridge of her nose. Apparently that wasn’t the correct answer. “Look, I was in a panic, I didn’t know what was happening, so I told him I didn’t need his help today after all and good night and thank you.”

“Why did you even kiss him in the first place?”

“He smelled nice.” Now Pulse is openly laughing whereas Ash regards him with exasperation. “Look. He’s handsome and smelled nice and I haven’t kissed anyone in quite a while and he was there.”

“You’re a fucking idiot”, the redhead tells him while rolling her eyes.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean that you’re being almost painfully obtuse.”

“Oh, are you insinuating what I think you’re insinuating? Because you’re wrong.”

“Whatever you say, Jordan, I’ll just continue unpacking your stuff. Hey look, it’s the pictures you took with Miles when you went on that weekend trip to London. I didn’t know you had them framed.”

“I like this book series”, Pulse adds and points to a trilogy which has quite obviously been extensively read. “Miles does, too, he’s the one who recommended it to me.”

“Wasn’t it Miles who got you these Superhero themed shot glasses?”, Ash asks sweetly. “They’re your favourite, aren’t they?”

Thermite’s headache is getting worse. Clearly, inviting them over was a mistake. “You know what, if you’re gonna be like this, I’ll just do my own thing. Somewhere else.” He drags one of the boxes to the other end of the expansive living room while shooting his friends a dirty look which is met with amused grins. This is not something he wants to figure out right now, he’s had a stressful few days and still so much to do. He’ll think about it once all of it is over. When he has the time. He opens the box and is greeted by his Xbox, sitting innocently next to a row of games that he’s almost never played alone.

Wordlessly, he gets up and walks towards the door and when Ash asks him where he’s going, he doesn’t answer.

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Thermite is kissing Castle. And smiling.

It’s a little like tripping, falling and being caught by someone, one moment he’s walking normally and the next he’s stumbling all over himself, his feet having forgotten how this ‘walking’ thing is supposed to work, he’s frantic and flailing, looking for support and now he’s in someone’s arms and deeply grateful for it. Only in this case, he wasn’t walking but rather saying things that should’ve been said much earlier, unsure as to how to put them, frantic and flailing and now they’re kissing for the second time and he’s basking in Castle’s presence.

This time, he doesn’t panic when he’s pulled closer. This time, he reciprocates and his tongue asks for entry and Castle is also smiling now.

[foodieforthoughts]

Ok I know I said I’d wait but 🤷🏼‍♀️ I’m no good at waiting lol. So here’s another...

You and Henry have been dating for a while but, you have young children, (lets say 5 yo, twin girls) that he hasn’t met yet. He’s ready to meet them when you’re comfortable enough so you set up a day for them to get to know him. Maybe you could add a flash forward where you’re all a big happy family, and they ask you if they can call him dad, or if he would be ok with that.

I’ve just turned into a great big ol softie lately lol.

Aah! Papa Henry is my favorite 😁 and I'm sorry about getting to it so late. The other WIPs were screaming from my drafts 😅

Warning: Teeth rotting fluff

*A/N: everything is fictional*

Title: Footprints in the sand

You watched as your daughters ran behind Kal in the sand, trying to get the bear to wear a leash. Henry stood in he middle of the invisible circle they were running in, with his hands on his waist and a brilliant smile on his face. Your in-laws were sat on the sand a few feet away with beers and Mama Cavill's famous avacado-ranch chicken wraps.

You looked down at your hand and to the wedding band on your ring finger. You were worried that your daughters wouldn't take a liking towards Henry, you had prolonged their first meeting for too long. But then one day, Henry had mentioned in the passing how it hurt him to not know them yet, even though you both were in a steady relationship for more than a year.

"Henry," you had calmly placed a hand on your boyfriend's muscular thigh which he nervously bounced while driving to the daycare centre. You both were on your way to pick up the girls after work and had a nice evening planned for them to know each other better. "They're going to love you." You had reassured him the best you could, although you were worried about their reaction too.

Your twin daughters, Lily and Eve, were absolute opposites of each other. While Lily was outspoken, Eve was the quiet kind. They were both devastated when you had separated from their father with Lily refusing to live with you for quite sometime. When you had sat them down and explained to them about your relationship with Henry, Lily had refused to acknowledge it and walked away while Eve had nodded meekly.

"It is important that they like me." Henry had turned the corner on the street to the building which housed the daycare. "I've never been so nervous in my life."

"I'm telling you, there's nothing to worry." You had squeezed his thigh and gave him a smile as he had looked at you.

Despite your calm outward demeanour, your heart had raced as your girls had accompanied you outside to the car where Henry was waiting. You had felt Eve's grip tighten in your hand while Lily had pulled hers out of yours. Henry was no good either. He had smiled but you could see the tensing in his shoulders and the strained smile on his lips. He had knelt down in front of them. Eve had situated herself behind your leg while Lily had stuck to your side.

"Girls, say hello to Henry." You had tried breaking the tension when Henry had looked up at you. Both of your daughters had weakly called out a 'hello'.

"Hello," Henry had extended his hands towards both of them. You had involuntarily held your breath until your daughters had tentatively taken Henry's hand and shook it. Henry had beamed up at you, the relief in his eyes evident as he stood up and opened the back door to his car.

You had decided it was safe to start off by letting the girls bond with Henry at the comfort of your home. After a stop at an ice cream parlour, the four of you had returned home and sat down in the living room. The girls had started out small by asking if Henry was a superhero. He had laughed and had showed them pictures of himself in the superman costume. They had gone ahead and talked about Kal which had gotten both the girls excited. They had played with the dollhouse with Henry's ginormous figure sat on the floor cross legged with them. When you had asked if he would like some coffee, the girls had pulled him towards their house set and 'brewed tea' for him. You had watched with warmth fluttering in your chest as the girls taught Henry how to hold the tea like royals with the pinky sticking out.

When it was late after dinner, Eve and Lily had sat with Henry on the floor watching a cartoon show with Henry asking them ridiculous questions about it and they had laughed while explaining it to him. You knew they were past bedtime but you were afraid to break the beautiful moment they were sharing. Your eyes had watered when Eve had leaned on Henry's side, holding onto his hand while she sleepily watched the show. Henry had looked up at you with surprise, his eyes going wide but his smile stretching across his face.

"Do you love mommy?" Lily had asked, turning in her place to look at Henry.

"Yes I do."

You were worried what Lily was going to say next as she chewed on her lip. "You won't hurt her like daddy? Because I can't see mommy sad."

You had quietly sniffled, trying to blink the tears brimming in your eyes. Henry had quickly glanced at you before smiling at your daughter. "I won't hurt your mommy. I promise." He had extended his hand, palm facing up, and Lily had placed her tiny ones in his with a smile.

"Hey, love." Henry sat down on the sand with you, his tshirt wet and a big smile on his face. A wet Kal ran towards you with Lily and Eve behind him. The two of them sat down on the sand, laughing as Kal shook the water out of his fur.

"Junior giving you trouble?" Henry placed his hand on your belly, your baby bump prominent under the sundress. You felt your son kick at the feel of his father's hand and as Henry felt it too, he ran his hand soothingly over your bump. "I think the girls like me."

You leaned your head on his shoulder, watching as Lily and Eve dug out a sand castle. Three years since they had first met and Henry was still skeptical whether they really liked him. Every six months, if his schedule allowed it, he made it a point to fly everyone out to Jersey to spend time with his family and let the girls know they were members of the Cavill clan now.

"Dad?" Lily called out all of a sudden, looking at Henry. "Uhm... can we call you dad?"

With widened eyes you looked up at Henry who was equally stunned. He seemed to be at a loss of words as his mouth fell open. He wanted them to address him as dad since he always introduced them as his daughters. But he had told you how he wouldn't force them and give them time, waiting forever if that's what it took. You watched as his eyes filled with tears at the realisation of what Lily was asking of him. You squeezed his hand in yours, feeling a fluttering in your chest. Henry nodded, swiping discreetly at the tear escaping from the corner of his eyes.

"Yes ofcourse, you can call me dad."

You had laughed as both your daughters had lunged at Henry with bear hugs with him enveloping them in his arms. Henry had smiled at you, his nose now turning pink and his blue orbs sparkling with the restrained tears. Hearing the happy squeals, his family had joined the five of you, making you realise that your family was finally complete.

[janetbrown711]

My headcanons about Sir William the Good

This is like my Angelina II post, so be sure to check that one out too

Oh! And be sure to check out this fic, because it talks about a few of these situations ^^

As always, if you have any questions/requests about them, my ask box is always open :)

Buckle up, because I have a lot of thoughts

Early life: 

His mother died not long after he was born, so he has no memory of her

His father’s name was Alan, and he loved William dearly, and William loved him too

His best friend growing up was Heloise Nerz (more better known as Hello Nurse)

They ran around Acme Falls like little rascals and were mostly adored by the town

She was always a lot smarter than him though, so whenever they got into trouble she’d have to usually get them out of it, though William was always very apologetic and felt very guilty when he did something wrong

Despite what the townspeople whispered and joked about, William never had a crush on her and vice versa. They were both just really good friends

His father got sick of a mysterious illness when he was eight, and died in less than a year, and William missed him terribly

He wandered around Acme Falls for jobs, and while most folks were willing to give him work, he felt unfulfilled and tried to search for the perfect job

No less than a year of searching, a royal knight came into town looking for a squire, and William jumped at the opportunity

He was young for a squire (he wasn’t even 10 yet) but the good natured knight liked his spark and took him under his wing. 

It was hard for William to leave Acme, but he promised to write to the town when he could, and so he left. 

For the first few years he did more of chores than actual knight training- but William never complained. He looked up to the knight quite a lot, to the point where he was basically a second father figure

However, once he turned 12, the real training began, and it was intense.

William never really complained though, knowing what he had signed up for

He was best at sword fighting, though he was a terrible equestrian

When he was 15, he was taken to the royal palace for further knighthood training, and he met Angelina on his first day by making an utter fool of himself (tripping over a bucket of water)

To his surprise, this didn’t push Angelina away, and William fell in love instantly. 

Often, she’d watch him during his horseback riding lessons and would laugh when he screwed up and cheer for him when he succeeded, which made him work harder and harder for her. 

Sometimes they even rode together, which was fun (though she beat him every time, but William was a very good sport about it- which Angelina greatly appreciated)

However, their favorite activity to do was to stroll and plant in the garden. Often the two were busy with their lessons, but they’d try their darnedest to squeeze in the time together

The queen, Angelina the First, strongly disapproved of him, but since William hadn’t really done anything wrong, he couldn’t find good reason to send him away, so he remained at the castle. 

William knew how much Angelina hated the suitors and would always try to get the next day off to spend it with her to help her feel better

When he saw the bruise Salazar had left on Angelina he nearly cried out of empathy for her and her situation, and swore that he would never let anything like that happen to her ever again

(That was when Angelina realized she was in love with him too)

They began their secret relationship when he was 19 and she was 18. 

He proposed two years later, right before gaining his knighthood, and Angelina didn’t hesitate to say yes

William was prepared to stay engaged as long as it took, but luckily for them, Queen Angelina the First died a month after he proposed and they were married shortly thereafter. 

Yakko: 

William had always wanted to have children, as he was an only child and loved the idea of raising and having children, and when Angelina told him she was pregnant he was over the moon

However, he was a bit nervous when he realized that his father died when he was eight, and he had few memories of how he was raised, so he studied and read up on every parenting book he could find and studied like a madman before Yakko was born

William fell in love with Yakko instantly

He was really nervous to hold him though, as he was terrified he’d drop him (which was odd, because being a knight made him very strong)

However, he did relax and eventually he was able to hold him without being nervous, and it soon became his favorite thing

He loved to read bedtime stories to Yakko when Angelina was too exhausted to sing a lullaby, and Yakko seemed to really like them, especially as he got older

Angelina said he got his talkativeness from William, and William couldn’t help but agree, he did have a tendency to ramble (especially when he was nervous)

He wanted Yakko to learn how to horseback ride, but Angelina forced him to promise to wait until he was at least eight because of how dangerous it could be

However, she didn’t stop him from getting Yakko a wooden sword, and William proceeded to try and teach him to sword fight, though it clearly wasn’t his forte. Still, Yakko seemed to have fun, and liked to act out the bedtime stories of William’s knighthood to Angelina, who also seemed to find it adorable. 

Wakko:

William had been utterly delighted to find out that Angelina was pregnant again, loving the idea of a big happy family, which Angelina liked too, as she was also an only child

Yakko was curious about what being an older brother would be like, so this time both Yakko and William were studying to prepare themselves

When Wakko wasn’t born crying or breathing, William nearly had a heart attack and died right there

However, the doctor quickly fixed it, and he cried tears of relief and joy

William noticed Wakko had a lot of similar features to his own father, and so made his middle name Alan

It was really hard to get Angelina to let go of Wakko to let him get a chance to hold him (not that he blamed her in the slightest) so he had to wait until she fell asleep to hold him

Again, he fell in love instantly

He was really nervous whenever Wakko was out of his sight, but recognizing that someone had to be the sane one (as Angelina was having terrible separation anxiety) he stayed strong and reminded Angelina that they had done this before and that it was gonna be okay

Helping her helped him a lot, and soon enough their worries were down to a normal level

Wakko was a lot more energetic and wild than Yakko, which reminded William of himself when he was younger, running around Acme Falls. 

William often had to chase Wakko around countless halls of the castle because of how much he loved to run and toddle around

Wakko had less patience for William’s stories- often interrupting with questions or little comments, much to Yakko’s annoyance. William didn’t mind though, as that was when Wakko was the most talkative with him

Dot: 

Again, William was ecstatic upon hearing Angelina was pregnant again

However, his confidence and optimism wavered a bit when King Salazar started causing problems on purpose

He was determined to protect Angelina from him though, intent on keeping the promise he made as a teen

He was determined to not let Angelina worry herself to death though, remaining optimistic about having a little girl (hopefully) and how great it would be when they could all relax with the new baby after this Salazar nonsense ended

He often had to watch the boys as Angelina went to diplomatic meetings and so when he found out that he had actually gone into labor during one and continued to the end anyway he was both in awe and amazement at how strong Angelina was (though he also did have a fairly short lived freak out about how dumb of an idea that was)

When Dot was eventually born though, they were both so tired that they both cried, especially because of how cute she was

William had been in love with the idea of giving her Angelina’s name, and was happy she agreed to it, as he never thought of her name as her mother’s name

He did also like the name Dot (Lena’s suggestion), so he suggested that they call her that for short, and Angelina agreed. 

However, he did panic momentarily as he realized he had no idea how to raise a girl, until Angelina said “just raise her like any other kid- being a girl hardly makes a difference” and William realized he was being stupid, and relaxed.

Since she was born in the spring around the time all the flowers in the gardens went in bloom, William loved to dress her in flower patterned clothes and hair pieces. 

He loved dressing her up (perhaps even more than Angelina did)

He also helped Wakko with advice on what to do as a big brother, and watched him as he watched Dot, finding his curiosity and newfound tameness around her adorable and admirable. 

However, as tensions were rising and Angelina being too exhausted and busy to go to meeting, it soon became William’s job to attend the meetings. William decided it was a good idea to bring Yakko along to help prepare him for when he’d be king, but he realized his mistake when he noticed how nervous he looked as they started discussing war. William promised he wouldn’t let that happen though, which helped Yakko to relax. 

However, Salazar and his army invaded the castle that night, and William wished that he just had more time with his kids, having never wanted them to be orphans like he was, but unfortunately he had no say in the matter and he was killed

Misc. (bc that’s a depressing end)

Hello Nurse was the “best man” at his and Angelina’s wedding

He didn’t realize Lena was only a nickname special people got to call her until after they were married, and he said “it was his greatest honor” when she pointed it out. 

“William, we’re married” “You could’ve married anyone you wanted, but you let me call you Lena”

He’s just... a big ol’ softie. A big teddy bear. He loves cuddling, hugs, crying, and just- he’s impossible to hate

However, like a bear, he gets very protective of his family, and died honorably while trying to protect them

The knight who practically raised him died before Yakko was born, and William held a huge funeral in his honor

He nearly cried when Yakko told him that his favorite story was the story of how he and Angelina met

He taught Yakko how to read and do math, as well as how to sword fight (though it was a slow process since he was only 8 when he died and all)

He grew a mustache bc he thought it made him look more like a king

He loved to just sit and think about all of his and and Angelina’s traits that he could see in the boys (like his optimism in Wakko, Lena’s love of reading and learning in Yakko, etc.)

He loved his children and Angelina with everything he had in him

[lordabovehelpme]

Hey girl I just wanted to tell u that the frank Castle fics u right are a piece of heaven and thank u for serving us those amazing pieces cause it's hard to find fics about him n when I do they are all so rough and nothing is that but I just not into that I like the gentle stuff and it's so hard to find a fluffy fic about him altogether but u write those too so thanks a lot 🥺 💕 💕 💕

Oh my goodness. No, thank you! 🥰🥰🥰 This was so sweet and totally what I needed today.

I’m glad to hear that you like my frank stuff so much, I absolutely love writing for him! So you’ve made my little writer heart so happy! I also love him more as a big ole softie 😂 so we can agree on that!

But thank you sweet anon, this was such a gift!

[divineslcyer]

A lady had arrived on the gloomy island and Birdie, like a little star, brightened up her surroundings with her chipper attitude. In an attempt to make friends with the really cool-lookin' lady, Birdie held out a bunch of carrots from the stem towards her in a peace offering. "For you, Miss! I grew these myself!" Under Mihawk's instruction, of course. A large smile was plastered across her face, "I'm Birdie. I hope we can be friends!" [in her Little Hawk verse]

Random Prompt (Always Accepting) ; @muselexum​ (Birdie)

Mihawk had given her a rough explanation to their newest resident, and couldn’t help having teased the man for his curious adoption methods.

‘You taking in strays Mihawk? My my, what will people say?’, He’d given her an annoyed look, huffing, ‘She’s outside.’

Naturally, he’d claim it as a coincidence or deny it all together--stubborn as he is but as honorable as ever, in his way... but if the girl was from a slave ship then there was no place safer then Mihawk’s castle---no one dared to pursue a man like him lightly. That was assuming they even knew the girls whereabouts or thought her to be dead. She perched herself onto one of the stone ledges, leg dangling precariously and the other propped up to rest her arm as she observed the scenery. The garden was coming along nicely, and it looked like the little one was helping.

Mishil felt a twinge of... something. Not pity. Not regret. A feeling she couldn’t place after summarizing the girl’s misfortune and luck. To lose family and home all at once... It struck a chord of familiarity. She hadn’t expected the girl to approach her first, let alone appear so energetic. Her smile certainly was sincere enough... But she looked like she still needed more feeding and growing to do.

❝ Birdie huh? Thanks, we can get Mihawk to make stew later with them.❞ She studied the vegetables, nose twitching as she sniffed. ❝ Nice and strong, hm. ❞ She didn’t look afraid of her--most were wary but maybe that was the benefit of being young. ❝ I’m-- ❞ She hesitated a moment, sighing before easing down her hood. Dark, scarlet hair spilled from over her shoulders and her gold eyes glinted. ❝ Mishil. Call me that. Now, I take it you’ve been helping Mihawk around huh? Noticed he’s a big ‘ol softy under all that grizzly bear growling? ❞

The girl giggled, no doubt imagining the fearsome man as the bear Mishil conjured. She gestured a mocking claw, until the girl laughed out loud. Mishil raised her hand, and lightly patted the top of the young girl’s head. ❝ Ah, there’s a good lass. Laughing and makin’ merry is how it should be at your age. ❞

❝ Do you know Mister Mihawk well? ❞

Mishil wrinkled her nose playfully,  then gestured the girl to lean closer. ❝ I know his secret--and that is that he is.. ❞ She could hear the familiar steps of said man, as she grinned and whispered into the girl’s ear. ❝ Surprisingly ticklish. ❞ She caught Mihawk’s gaze over the girl’s head, catching the way he narrowed his gaze at her. Mishil blinked with mock innocence as the girl gasped in delight and covered her mouth. ❝ Really? ❞  

❝ Mishil. ❞ She laughed at the low, warning drawl of her name. ❝ What? We’re bonding here Carina~! Lil’ Birdie here’s just showing off her carrots, good for some stew hm? ❞ He rolled his eyes, giving his head a shake. He made a gesture for them to follow, Mishil nudged Birdie ahead. ❝ Go take those into the kitchen for a wash, hm? ❞

❝ Yes’m. ❞ Birdie picked up her small basket of carrots and rushed inside with the energy and enthusiasm expected of a child her age. Boundless energy. Mishil fell into step beside him, and felt his fingers playfully tug at the length of her hair. His mouth brushed her ear, breath warm. ❝ Last I checked, you’re the ticklish one here. ❞ Skilled finger’s danced along her side and she inhaled sharply, quickly snatching his hand as she stifled a laugh. ❝ Dracule. ❞ He tickled her again until she squeaked and jolted against him. Mihawk dipped his head, stealing a kiss. ❝ Minx. Keep misbehaving and being ticklish will be the least of your worries. ❞ 

She thumped his chest lightly, ❝ Promises promises---but you’ve got to make dinner first, don’t keep the child waiting. ❞ Still, she did pause to squeeze his hand, her expression softening. ❝ Hey... It was good of you to save her. She’s a good kid. ❞  

❝ Hm, you like her too? ❞

Mishil cleared her throat, veiling her own embarrassment. ❝ She’s very... Cheery... And sweet. ❞ And she liked this side of him... Not that she’d admit it.. yet. ❝ Now shoo, go prepare some delicious dinner while I get the table ready. ❞ He scoffed, ❝ Ordering me in my own castle? ❞

She passed him with a playful wink, ❝ Of course. I’m a pirate after all. ❞

[neerasrealm]

Fresh Start

A story about Sally Williams finding a new home with an- odd pair of men. Fun fact but I’ve rewritten this story twice because I couldn’t decide on how to write this- I wanted it to be as good as possible and I think I’m happy with this version.

Word count: 1651

Laughing Jack hummed softly to himself as he quietly played his accordion. He had no song in mind, it was just aimless chords without meaning. It was dark now, the sun had gone down, and there was nobody in the park save for some teens or late night joggers. 

Looking down at his accordion, he realised someone was watching him. He looked to the side to meet the bright, green eyes watching him. The eyes belonged to a girl, who could only be about ten years old, wearing a pink dress. She had messy brown hair that fell in curls just past her shoulders. He smiled at her.

"Well 'ello there." He greeted. "Can I 'elp ya, kiddo?"

"...I like your music." She said softly. He smiled and tilted his head. 

"I recognize ya," he said. "Weren' you wiv th' other kids earlier, when I was givin' ou' balloons?"

She nodded and held up the balloon dog Jack had made for her earlier. She smiled, just a little bit. He chuckled.

"Wha're ye doin' down 'ere so la'e, Sally? Shouldn' ye be a' 'ome wiv yer ma an' da?" He asked. Sally's smile dropped and she looked at the ground. Jack frowned. "...'ave ya...go' a ma an' da?"

Sally sniffled. Jack watched tears fall from her eyes. He scooted up the bench and patted the space next to him. "Ey, i's alrigh', come ta Jackie." He said softly. Sally climbed onto the bench next to him, holding her balloon animal and an old stuffed bear. She hugged both of them tight as she cried quietly. Jack wrapped an arm around the girl and pet her head. "Shh, i's alrigh', Jackie's 'ere."

Sally snuggled close against him, her crying getting louder. The clown hugged her tight, rubbing circles into her back. The poor girl- she felt deathly cold, and so small- though that could've just been that Jack was very tall. 

Sally buried her face in Jack's shirt. He smelled of lavender and the rain. The smell was a small comfort. As she cried Jack could only watch in horror as a bloody gash formed in her head. Blood trickled down her face and through her beautiful brown hair. He reached into his puffy sleeve and pulled out a rag. He wiped blood from her face the best he could. 

Sally probably wasn't human like he'd initially thought. 

"Do ya 'ave anywhere ta go, kiddo?" He asked softly.

"I-I can go h-home but- my mo- my mom and d-dad moved aw-away." She managed to say in between sobs. Jack nodded slowly. "The n-ne-new people c-call me sc-scary." Her sobbing got more intense as she spoke. Jack hugged her tighter.

"Well tha's no' very nice…" He murmured. He stared down at her. He couldn't just leave this girl alone. Human or not, it wasn't right to leave a child alone in a park all night and day. It went against the very reason he existed. "E-Ey kiddo, 'ow abou' ye stay wiv me fer t'night?" He asked. Sally sniffled and looked up at him. "Wouldja like tha'?" 

"Okay." She replied oh so softly. Her voice was barely above a whisper. Jack scooped her up into his arms and held her close. He adjusted the strap on his accordion so it hung off his back rather than front, and stood up. 

"Ya like piggy-back rides?" He asked with a small grin. Sally seemed to brighten up a bit. She nodded, and Jack lifted her up onto his shoulders. "Now ya can see th' whole park." He chirped. Sally sniffled and grinned down at the clown. 

                                                       ××××××

"Jack? Where are we going?" Sally asked. Jack had walked halfway across town and was now casually sauntering through a building site near the edge of the forest. 

"Hm? Oh! I live in th' woods, wiv a frien'." Jack smiled up at her.

"A friend?"

"Yeh! 'Is name's Slender. 'E's a bi' grumpy, bu' you'll like 'im." Jack replied. "Don' tell 'im I said this, bu' 'e 'as a sof' spo' fer kids."

Sally looked down at the clown curiously. "Will he like me?" She asked.

"Will 'e like ya?" He asked incredulously. "Of course 'e will! Slen loves kiddos, almos' as much as I do." Jack grinned up at her. "Th' two of us are gonna be fussin' over ya nigh' an’ day."

He made his way deep into the forest, with Sally clinging close to him. Jack patted her head reassuringly. Poor thing- he could tell why she'd be scared, being taken into the woods by someone she didn't know well after...well he didn't exactly know what had happened to her, but he knew it couldn't be good. Luckily, they soon came upon a clearing. Sitting in the middle of it was a large house. It was practically a castle to Sally.

"Tha's our gaf." Jack said, pointing.

"It's so big…" Sally murmured. Jack smiled.

"Sure is! Plen'y o' room fer ya t' run aroun'." He chirped. He walked to the door and opened it. Stepping inside, Sally stared around the giant living room. There was a couch, a couple armchairs, a very primitive tv, even by 70s standards and...well, not much else. The house seemed to be empty. 

"Slen, I'm 'ome." Jack called out as he walked towards a door next to the couch.. He grabbed Sally from his shoulders and held her against his chest instead as he opened the door. The girl looked around quickly, green eyes shining curiously. 

"Oh, Ja-" standing in the kitchen was a tall man in a suit. His skin was completely white, and his proportions were so unnatural- his arms and legs were far too long for anyone to realistically have. The thing that freaked Sally out the most, however, was his face, or rather- his lack of one. Sally clung tighter to Jack, staring in horror as this monster in front of her stared right back. In a movement too smooth and quick for any person, he crossed the room. "Jack, who is that?"

"This is Sally! Ain't she a righ' cu'e basin o' gravy?" Jack chirped back, adjusting his hold on Sally. 

"Jack, you can't just take random children! Especially here! Now she'll know about everyone living in these woods and tell all the other children and-" Slender's angry and panicked rant was cut off by Jack extending an arm and placing his index finger where Slender's lips would be.

"Cool i', china pla'e. I didn' 'alf inch 'er because she's cu'e, if ye're finkin' tha'." Jack replied. His accent seemed to thicken while talking to Slender. "She 'asn't go' anywhere ta go. 'Er ma an' da are gone."

Slender was quiet for a few moments before sighing. He rubbed his featureless face in irritation. "Alright, alright…" He looked from Jack to Sally. He tilted his head at her. "Well- hello Sally, I suppose you're staying with us for now." He said, softer this time. Sally still flinched away from him. 

"Ah, don' be scared o' 'im, Slen wouldn' 'ur' a 'air on yer 'ead." Jack said, rubbing Sally's back soothingly. He grinned at his friend. "Ain' tha' righ', Slen?"

Slender seemed to become distressed for a moment and he stepped away from Jack and Sally. "Oh I'm- I'm sorry I should've assumed you'd be scared...I always forget about that-" he glanced away nervously for a moment. He held out a hand to Sally. "I'm Slender. It's a pleasure to meet you, little one. I- apologize for the bad first impression, Jack can be...impulsive, at times."

Jack muttered something to himself and rolled his eyes. Sally looked at him and smiled, then at Slender's hand. She hesitated, then reached out to shake it. Her entire hand was barely bigger than Slender's palm. After she pulled away from the handshake she heard Jack chuckle, and she looked up at the clown.

"Ye okay, Slen?"

"Small…"

Jack barked a laugh and reached out, patting Slender's shoulder. "Ye big softie." He murmured affectionately. Slender shot him a look and adjusted his tie, trying to regain his composure. Sally giggled at the two of them.

"How old are you, dear?"

"Ten." Sally replied. Slender made an- odd- noise that made Jack snicker. 

"God she's only a toddler-"

"Ten year ol's aren' toddlers, Slen." Laughing Jack said. Slender ignored him. 

"Can we get you anything, Sally? A drink? Are you hungry?" He asked. Sally smiled shyly at all the attention. Sure her parents had treated her like a princess but this? This was the kind of fawning only a queen got. 

"Toast would be nice." She said. "And- warm milk…?"

Slender, despite his lack of face, seemed to radiate happiness. "Of course!" He chirped maybe a bit too eagerly. He turned and quickly moved to the fridge, pulling out some bread and a carton of milk. 

Sally watched him curiously as Jack moved to the dining table and took a seat. Sally was dropped into his lap. She looked up at him while he rubbed her cheek with the back of a finger. Sally hugged her bear and balloon animal as she looked around.

"Does anyone else live here?" She asked. Jack shook his head.

"Nah." He replied. "We've always wan'ed more though...lo'sa kiddos runnin' aroun' th' gaf, like a big ol' fam'ly." The clown smiled down at Sally. 

"What's a gaf?" Sally asked. Jack wheezed in amusement. 

"A 'gaf' is a house," Slender said. "I only understand him because I've known him too long." He added, nodding his head at the clown. Jack grinned at Slender.

"Ah, ye luv me." He said. Slender squinted at him.

"Well that's news to me."

Jack wheezed again, cackling loudly in amusement. Sally giggled in his lap. She liked these two, as strange as they were. Maybe- just maybe- this could be a fresh start. She'd like that.

[gone-to-oregone]

Compliment the Cry Fest! We love everyone!

I was at work and didn’t get to answer this properly, but I will now!!

Like I said before, I am so beyond proud of my Cry Fest. I would lay my life down for each of them without a second thought.

@so-i-say-no-to-status-quo came on as Charlotte on a last-minute notice, and without any cosplay experience, and she absolutely nailed it!! I could feel the sass with every response. Rachel is one of my dearest friends on this site, and we’re in a lot of servers together. I couldn’t imagine my life without her or her friendship

@showstoppinnumber Lily is definitely something to behold. She’s witty, hilarious, and oh so sweet (if you deserve it). She’s so head-strong, and conquered a bit of fear when she took on HG, and she absolutely hit it smack on the head and I could not be more proud of her.

@road-ahead-may-twist Luna is another one of my dear friends, she joined the Dikrats server and I got to know her from there and she is absolutely one of the sweetest and most talented people I have ever met. By now she’s a cosplay expert, and I’ve been enjoying watching her grow creatively. (she’s also got a kickass singing blog, @road-ahead-may-sing )

@up-one-cupcake Tegan was another last-minute addition to the Poe Party night, and I for one was so beyond grateful that she was willing to join under such short notice and with so little experience. Tegan’s such a genuine human, she’ll ask how you’re doing and how your day’s going, and she reblogs literally all of my posts across all three of my Starkid/adjacent blogs

@gayrudeboys Declan is someone who is undeniably dedicated to his craft. His mom helped him out with his Hemingway (mostly) without question, even mixing non-alcoholic drinks that looked alcoholic. His tiktok is hilarious as it is witty, and though he may not admit it (nor want me to), he’s a big ol’ softy

@hannahsfoster Tara is the biggest goofball I’ve ever met.They’re absolutely hilarious, and I will forever enjoy the .2 seconds when they came onto voice chat to say ‘fuck’. They’re also a very talented vocalist, whether they want to admit it or not. We’ve missed you in the server, but I’m glad you’re doing well 💛

@askjamessirius Cori is a seasoned professional in the cosplaying world. She’s also super duper talented, and I thank you graciously for taking on Poe in the rp night. Few people could rock the Poe stache as well as Sean himself, and you proved yourself worthy!! Here’s to that one time you stayed up 36 some odd hours and may it never happen again!!

@proffhidgens Roxie is such a B E A N literally one the sweetest and most adorable people to ever walk the earth, I love and adore her so, and I miss her very, very much

@notthe-latte-hottay Kerry speaks her mind, and you never know what’s going to come from her mouth, and that’s one of my favorite things about her. She’s also a very great cosplayer, and has also been adopted into the chaos crew house (and honestly, good for you girl!!) On top of that, she’s very sweet and caring, and just such an all-around great person to be around, and I can’t wait to be a knight in your and Autumn’s castle

@wont-you-be-my-neighbor-totoro Thomas has such an infectious personality, a great laugh and smile, and an even greater sense of humor. He has a book full of life stories to tell, and I could listen to them all. He also gave birth to possibly the greatest gif of all time (you know the one)

Jazz got rid of her socials I’m assuming for a bit of unwinding/freedom from them, and I hope she’s doing okay. My cavebabe is literally one of the best and most hilarious people to ever walk the earth. I miss my jellybean like no other, and I think I speak for all of us when I say I hope she comes back soon 💛

[ask-the-clergy-bc]

Sorry for coming at you as soon as you re-open your ask inbox, but your writing is just so good and I love your headcanons! Anyway, how do you think the current era ghouls play in the snow?

Hey don’t ever be sorry, that’s why I opened them! :) 

Swiss: Oh Satan, someone come get this boy. He’s the one that is absolutely prepared for this day and has been since the season changed. He has an arsenal of piles of snowballs. He is ready to pelt any unsuspecting person with them. Mischievous, even in the dead of winter. He will cackle as he takes every and anyone off guard. Also the one to put snowballs down people’s coats. 

Ember: Is the first unsuspecting victim of Swiss’s snowball attack. He didn’t even want to go outside in the first place, he HATES being cold. You could practically see steam coming from his ears when he was nailed straight in the forehead with snow. He goes from slinking around feeling pissy to full blown war mode on Swiss. The irony is that he can’t even make a good snow ball. So instead he just chases the taller ghoul and threatens to waterboard him into the ice. Then he bites it and slips on a patch of ice. He hates winter.

Aether: Just watches this all go down and laughs, shaking his head. He actually enjoys the snow. He’s the one that is usually down to help build a snowman and go sledding and the like. Also a softy for making snow angels, like a big ol kid. But, per usual, he finds himself dealing with the other ghouls. When the shenanigans get too much, he’s the first to offer to make hot chocolate and get everyone back inside to calm down. 

Tol Ghoulette: You would think this is her first winter ever. She just looks around so amazed at the winter landscape- with bright eyes like a little child. Her favorite thing is to walk around and pick icicles off of things. She’s so amazed at how big they can get and made it her mission to find the biggest ones!! She’s also the one to try and pick up really thin pieces of ice off of things and keep them intact. Like when you see it build off of windows. She will show every other ghoul he prize.

Smol Ghoulette: Is the master of the snowball wars, and happily surpasses Swiss. He never knew what hit him. But never doubt the ferocious lioness that is the smol ghoulette. She dominates both him and Dew into submission. You know snow forts? Bah, child’s play. She has a snow CASTLE already built. Try to take her down, you won’t. She is the Queen of this barren winter hellscape. 

Mountain: He likes walking in snow, but that’s about it. He usually tags around because he likes his friends and spending time with them. He’ll go sledding and help build stuff from snow. He’s more interested in the warm fire place and hot cocoa Aether keeps promising. Somehow ALWAYS ends up as a living shield for smaller ghouls during the snowball fight. 

Rain: He is ice skating and is probably the only one of the ghouls who can do it without falling. Majestic and graceful, and probably puts the Cardinal to shame. He likes snow wars too, but his true love is anything ice related. He gives up trying to get any of the other ghouls to skate with him- since they usually just slip and slide around. 

[argentdandelion]

One Possible Cause of Underfell: Mercy

Introduction

Underfell is considered a community-made alternate universe setting of Undertale. Rather than being defined by a particular author, it's defined by a premise and commonalities in character interpretation. Different people make different interpretations of Underfell, but, generally, it’s like canon Undertale except monsters are “evil”: either literally or just meaner, more cynical, and scarier-looking to the point they seem simply evil at first.

In some interpretations, the setting’s different from the start. In others, it’s Asgore who causes the divergence into scariness and cynicism. Yet, the cruel, cynical setting of Underfell need not be caused by an overt act of evil. Oh no. It’s quite plausible the setting can come from one act of mercy.

One Change is Necessary

This is pretty plausible. He certainly has the motive to do it: his reluctance to kill humans, give his people hope, and his desire to get back with Toriel. (who left him in disgust over his declaration of war) One need only make him slightly less of a coward and slightly smarter to do this, or, perhaps, get inspired by his royal scientist on the difficulties of making soul power synthetically. Though he’s too much of a coward and a “big softie” to take away the declaration of war that gives his people so much hope, perhaps he’d modify it and make post-hoc justifications.

Potentially, Asgore's personality could be kept unchanged: he might make various accommodations for the humans that keep them comfortable, but have plausible excuses related to the safety of keeping humans, their use in experiments, and controlling the SOUL supply with a breeding program (or alleged program).

Details on Excuses

Asgore could claim having live humans, rather than dead ones, would be much more useful for studying human SOULs and learning to create SOUL power synthetically. The idea of getting to a godlike state of seven human SOULs quicker or even having an army of SOUL-enhanced monsters would be very appealing to the populace, after all.

He might also claim humans can reproduce for a big chunk of their lifespans, so, even if it’s decades before another human shows up, once there are two they could establish a breeding program to control human SOUL supply. (Not that he’d force them to breed; this is just something he’d say to try to justify not killing them) Furthermore, theoretically being able to study the development of human SOULs throughout the lifespan might give crucial insights on creating SOUL power synthetically.

Cushy “prisons” (potentially in name only) could be excused as a measure to prevent the prisoners of war from getting too aggressive. He could say: “humans are very dangerous, you know, and sub-par environments might drive them to murderous intent”. He could even keep all the fallen humans together, under the pretense it’s useful for the breeding program and more efficient to keep all the human experts in one place.

He could argue that having all the guards concentrated in one place would prevent escape attempts better than having them scattered thinly across multiple facilities. (it might be cheaper, too, if the people are concerned about royal treasury funds being used wisely) Speaking of the guard, he could even excuse having minimal guards within the “prison” facility itself: one wouldn’t want humans to get too scared, given what they did last time they got scared of monsters.

Asgore could even visit the fallen humans, and say that the plan for monsters’ freedom is so important he wants to ensure everything goes smoothly. Asgore could say that, as he is very strong, it will be helpful for him to show up to re-capture escaping humans or deter escape attempts through unpredictable arrivals. If anyone debates whether he’s strong, he could always bring up the fact he’s one of the few survivors of a one-sided massacre of a war, and few would still be around to clarify the circumstances. On account of living on the Surface before1 and raising a human child, he can also tell them he has a lot of experience with human psychology.

Indeed, he even has a fairly plausible excuse to bring them on field trips: the people would love to see evidence of the captured humans. Also, humans need exercise to stay healthy; keeping test subjects healthy is standard procedure. Asgore could even let them see the barrier: it was worth checking, given the whole “a powerful SOUL is needed” deal. If they're on a leash and under guard, it's fine.

In fact, he could probably make stuff up (within reason) about human breeding requirements just as an excuse to give them better lives; it's not like anyone else has firsthand experience or are going to correct the king.

Politics of Human-Killing

As Toriel points out, Asgore could easily have just killed one human, absorbed that SOUL, and crossed the barrier to obtain more through peaceful means. (e.g., negotiating to obtain the SOULs of recently dead humans or prowling through graveyards)

The number of SOULs monsterkind has collected is apparently common knowledge among monsters. It is possible that, in their admiration, they think the beloved king is so wise that he has a good reason to not absorb just one SOUL, or, for that matter, six.

Yet, by delaying fallen humans’ deaths inevitably without retracting his declaration of war, monsters might get suspicious of his true motives and devotion to his people. Indeed, the more (publicly-known) accommodations2 he gives the humans, the greater the population’s suspicion of his true loyalty. The longer he goes without significant progress to freeing them, the less hope monsters would have. In turn, they might become cynical: people that go politically unrepresented for long enough, after all, may become cynical and despairing.

Things get more complicated if one of the humans actually killed a monster or two. Asgore might then forbid killing the murderous human, either in revenge or as a reasonable precaution because of the human’s likelihood to kill again and acquisition of LV.

Note that, if The Human killed fewer than ten monsters in the Neutral Run (and befriends Undyne and Papyrus), Toriel takes the throne and institutes a new policy of non-hostily towards humans. If, however, The Human killed more than ten monsters (or Papyrus), the monsters rebel, and Toriel’s either kicked out of the castle (by Undyne) or resigns peacefully. So any evidence humans are violent and a threat to monsters will likely lead monsters to try to overthrow Asgore.

Of course, the people might be restless and violent even if the humans don’t kill anyone: Undyne is so certain of her belief humans are basically evil that she’ll try to kill a human child who has done no harm. Some monsters are clearly delighted at destroying humanity, so this anti-human prejudice might be common among monsters.

If the Royal Guard exists more to fetch humans and recover escapees than to kill them (or bring them to the king to kill; their purpose is unclear), civilian monsters might simply take matters in their own hands and become human-killing vigilantes. In fact, if a human-killing vigilante tries to kill an escapee human and the human understandably defends themselves, this might be seen as evidence the humans (or at least the specific one) ought to be killed. Official human traps (say, around a facility) might also be secretly modified to be lethal, or monsters might add further, lethal traps beyond authorized traps.

Conclusion

All this proves it isn’t necessary for monsters to be more evil or mean from the start to cause Underfell. Underfell could logically (though not inevitably) happen from just one tweak in the timeline and reasonable in-character reactions to that.

Note that this more merciful approach still has plenty of opportunity for pain and darkness, beyond the political unrest and roaming vigilantes. To keep up Asgore’s idea, the human facilities would have to conduct extensive testing of the humans, even painful SOUL experiments.3 Assuming a cynical, anti-human populace, the facilities would need to be heavily guarded, even if only on the perimeter, and there might be clashes between the facilities’ guards and the general populace.

Monsters might become human facility personnel just to try to kill at least one human, potentially making the humans distrustful of the personnel. Toriel might still try to keep humans in the Ruins even with Asgore’s modification to the war, so she can protect them from threats and painful situations both in and outside human facilities.

Generally, it’s assumed the king in the intro was Asgore. The history’s a bit muddled, though. ↩︎

He might seal fallen humans in the sparsely-populated Ruins for a while, so they won't have as many targets if they are violent. But if he knows Toriel lives in the Ruins, that's a risk: they might kill her, and if they absorb her SOUL, they'd become even stronger and get past the barrier. Conversely, if he changes the declaration of war before any humans die, Toriel might hear of it, learn they're kept in reasonably good accommodations, and then get back with Asgore....so she might not be in the Ruins when a human falls. ↩︎

In some fanfictions, SOUL experiments are painful. Where this is the case, the king and queen might forbid painful SOUL experiments out of concern for Chara’s physical or mental well-being. ↩︎

[askmyboys]

Count Morose Vyle Sable (Pokemon Gym Leader OC)

TWs: Mentions of Death/Blood

| Name: Count Morose Vyle Sable (technically that’s just a name he created for himself, he did use one part of his name in that but uh his real name is Xavier Morose, he doesn’t hate his real name this one just sounds cooler lmao)

| Nicknames: Mor (his friends call him Mortis as a dark inside joke), Vy, or Sab

| Gender: Trans FTM (He/Him)

| Age: Unknown

| Height: 7’2”

| Species/Race: Vampire

| Occupation: Gym Leader (also runs a sanctuary for the most misunderstood pokemon… Such as the dark, poison, and especially ghost types)

| Types: Dark/Ghost/Poison

| Eye Color: Dark Crimson Brown (if you saw his eyes in some sort of light you’d notice little glints of red)

| Hair Color: Black and his hair is long and stringy, it can hang down in front of his entire face (which is why he usually ties it up in a man bun/ponytail when battling)

| Skin Color/Body Type: Ghostly white and uh he’s actually pretty chubby and wide (a large lad!)

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| Appearance: His main attire is a black tailcoat with a hood he usually keeps up, his undershirt is a red silk button up shirt, his pants are black and red (it has some red X’s on the sides for a more specific detail) and he has some chains hanging down off of them just like his black tailcoat actually- and then finally he has red and black combat boots (the combat boots have X’s on them as well) the only thing he doesn’t hide is his claws, which he’s painted the middle fingers red with black X’s in the middle) his claws are very sharp obviously but uh when he’s not hiding his other features- he of course has inhuman ones! He has long pointed ears and he has the typical vampire fangs of course and then his pupils would be slit as well, nothing TOO wild or complex but still- Another thing he’s got a circle beard- I’ll get that out of the way and as for scars, the only scars I can think of are the obvious two bite marks on his neck which he DESPERATELY tries to keep hidden with a red collar with black spikes on it.

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| Personality: What can be said about Morose? Well, Morose seems to have a sense of elegance despite dressing like a punk, he’s suave, cunning and p intelligent- He hardly ever loses his temper and keeps his cool, especially during battle- Vyle is also very flirty, like my god-

Vyle will literally greet you when you get up to him by swishing over dramatically and then gently grasping your hand and placing a kiss upon it, he’s actually very nice and kind albeit very mysterious, not much is known about him despite being the gym leader of this area, Sable seems to keep to himself and is a HEAVY loner, well people wise but I uh- I’ll get to that in a second, just- the basics you need to know about Morose is that he’s suave af, intelligent, cunning and cool tempered, it takes a LOT to piss him off trust me- But that’s only in battle, if you actually get to know Morose, like his friends actually- They’ll all tell you that ‘Sure he acts all mysterious and cool but honestly? He’s a big ol’ softie’ ‘Yeah, he’s a nerd’ which he is, he’s actually a HUGE nerd once you break those walls down.

He’s kind, soft, caring, and gentle as can be …S-Still flirty of course but ahem- either way, he’s a huge nerd- an absolute softie- there’s no malicious or evil bone in his entire body lmao-

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| Side Facts: Vyle’s gym is actually in a deep dark forest area, the trees there are always dead, flowers wilted, it's never sunny in his area, always cloudy and sometimes rainy, just overall a gloomy and dead area- the name of that place is Torringneau Covert, the forest leads up to the castle but I’ll get to that in a bit- there’s a good few trainers waiting to ambush you in the forests for a battle, not only that but who knows what surprises may be lurking around that forest, a good exploration of it should be conducted …I’m just saying~ anyways- ahem- After managing to get out of the winding and confusing forest your next area will be a graveyard, at this point you could see the Castle itself from the Graveyard-

Sinstone Crypts is the name of the Graveyard- it’s nothing too special- just a few items lying around on the ground like usual, trainers to battle of course, and then obviously the graveyard itself is full of graves, souls laid to rest, no need to poke around that, after all, Count Morose himself would tell you that it’s impolite to disturb the dead… There is a Mausoleum there but it looks destroyed actually, there’s pieces of it scattered around, it looks like someone purposely destroyed it… You’d also notice any time Sable looks at it, he looks upset… But that’s uh besides the point- after battling the trainers in the graveyard… You finally arrive at Count Morose’s Castle itself! Surprisingly unlike most Gyms, there are no trainers here, in fact it’s completely pitch black and you can’t see anything for a moment before suddenly, the torches ignite and light up the room and you see what you can assume is the Gym Leader himself, standing atop the stairs.

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Vyle would have a huuuuge grin on his face (before I continue btw, one of the staff would be waiting out the door to heal your Pokemon if you needed so don’t worry, you won’t have to run all the way back to the Pokemon Center) anyways- Sable claps his hands and begins his descent down the stairs “My my, I am quite impressed with your skills… You really have come far as a trainer, haven’t you?” And as he gets down to the bottom of the stairs, you blink and you swear he’s suddenly standing in front of you, he gently brings your hand up to place a smooch on the back of it “Welcome to my Castle trainer… It’s lovely to have you here, but I will warn you now… I do not intend to lose the battle nor hold anything back, so you had better have come prepared… Now…” And with that, he’s walking to the opposite side of the room…

After he gets in position, his hands behind his back momentarily as his head’s now tilted downward, it’d be silent for a bit before one of his hands goes up to his hood and then he pauses before dramatically flipping the hood up, revealing his face much more properly now “Let us begin!” And that’s how that would start… Speaking of, like I said- Morose uses a combination of Dark/Ghost/Poison types- As for his team in particular- His main pokemon is Drapion for starters, his secondary strongest pokemon would be his Mightyena, then he has a Gengar, Chandelure, Zubat, and finally… Spiritomb

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You’ll also notice around his Castle once you go exploring, there are m a n y pokemon that inhabit the Castle, especially a LOT of Zubats, some Golbats, and even the occasional Crobat- Once you get out back behind the Castle, there’s a HUUUUGE sanctuary where LOTS more pokemon are- Tons of Dark, Ghost, and Poison types running around and playing with each other- Morose will only allow you out there the FIRST time anyways with his company because he knows how the pokemon can be, and even then- when they see you, they’ll split- They are horribly shy and not good with new people at all, Morose is usually the only one they ever see- but Morose will try and show them you are no threat… He does so pride himself in his sanctuary, he’ll probably lament in a way… He knows how it feels to be misunderstood, he knows how it feels to have people fear you …But he won’t uh say why.

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Imma let you in on a little secret, his friends might know him p well but they have NO clue he’s an actual Vampire- And Morose has no plans on telling them EVER, deep down… Sable is actually petrified with anyone finding out he’s a Vampire, he’s so scared of how others will react and what they’d do and not just to him, but if an angry mob or something formed, if they burned his place down… O-Oh god… The Pokemon… They’d all… Well, okay the ghosts are, well ghosts… Ghosts can’t die a second time or anything but STILL- Morose would feel sick to his stomach just THINKING of that- He can’t afford ANYONE to find out his secret, even if it means he might have to take drastic measures, would he ever hurt or kill anyone? Absolutely not! Fucking hell- the man already doesn’t even drink enough blood as it is in fear of hurting others or worse… He makes himself very sick even at certain points, his own pokemon have tried to help him out the best they can, like sure, Morose WILL drink blood but it's not enough to sustain him, he barely takes a drop from some of the trainers in the Graveyard and or Forest.

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He’s just got a lotta anxiety and fear with all this… Hell, he never asked to be turned into a Vampire ANYWAYS- It wasn’t his fault he was suddenly drained in the night, even as he woke up and tried to scream he could do nothing but stare at the pair of fangs, glinting in the moonlight, it was a very scary night for him… Feeling himself die and then suddenly hunger for blood, his body changing in a few ways that Sable didn’t like, honestly at this point he doesn’t even know how long it’s been since that night, he doesn’t know if it's been years or not, he’s lost track of time, hell… He doesn’t even know how old he is or well, would be if he were actually alive- if he’d even BE alive at the current age he’s at… He can’t count some of the pokemon that he’s seen pass on either, that’s another thing, while the Ghost types will always be with him in the end, watching the others pass, well, that wouldn’t exactly make it any easier ya know…?

You might be wondering, if it upsets Morose so viscerally like that… Then…

Why not just have Ghost types to ease the pain up a lot? …A good point but Morose has still got a good heart even if it may not be beating anymore, he cares deeply for the most misunderstood pokemon on the planet and he wants to create a safe space for as many of them as he can physically manage, that’s one of the pros of being a vampire- he can EASILY take care of MANY pokemon very quickly and he never gets exhausted either.

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For some final tidbits that don’t REALLY?? Matter? In the long run of things- Morose has a British accent and then finally to wrap up his description- (thank fuck im so tired but it was wo worth it) Xavier is Pansexual and Polyamorous.

[tumblunni]

For some reason i randomly ended up thinking up an au thing for the Science Fam from kingdom hearts? Like basically just what if my weirdass headcanons were an original franchise i guess. I always end up doing this whenever my headcanons are unpopular, its like how can i reincarnate this into an oc in order to keep babbling about it until the end of time? XD

Anyway, the idea!

What if Vexen and Lexaeus were ominous ghosts in a big ol haunted castle and also they raise their tiny son Zexion and also everything is very cute and sad.

The backstory would be that they used to be scientists working for this country's king, who unbeknownst to them was Super Fuckin Evil. (Basically Xehanort) And his plan was to sacrifice his country's citizens in order to gain eternal youth for himself, like the trash grandpa he is. But of course the REAL AND GOOD trash grandpa is Vexen! (Well, trash 50 something dadman at least) So all the servants in the evil king's castle get sacrificed for his immortality plot, but it ends up going wrong. The scorned souls of all these innocents have enough combined will to reverse the flow of the spell! So mr trash king gets stuck in a castle full of corrupted undead monsters and pretty quickly receives the exact karma he deserves. "Hahaha i have regained my youthful hotness!" *immediately fuckin eaten by a million zombs* Wow wouldnt it be great if canon xehanort could get this kind of ending too?

Anyway, the boss of the royal knights and the head scientist were the only ghosts with enough strength of will to retain some of their human sentience. It was the guilt of playing a part in helping that trash king's plan, and the desperation to protect their loved ones. Which they didnt really manage to do :( So now they're just left floating around this abandoned castle and having awkwardly adorable rom com shenanigans i guess. Also they found an orphaned human kid in the forest and its like AAAA WE'RE NOT GOOD ENOUGH PARENTS FOR YOUUU! Lil baby zexion just wanders into the big ol haunted castle one day and starts huggin the ghosts. Now they cant get him to leave! U need to go back to your own kind, lil mortal!! So thus begins awkward romance and daddings of undead grumps!

I was thinking au Vexen would be a ghost, and look like this ethereal white cloth/feather robe with a shadowy faceless aesthetic. Very floof! And i was thinking maybe the name 'dr angelo' for him? Cos i could see it being a running joke that he's 'more of a demon', yknow? Nobody expects a crusty grumpy whineman of sad! And doubly ironic that his undead form ends up actually looking angelic. But i meam he's a softy deep down, so really it does suit him! And then Lexaeus in this au would be more of a zombie or possessed suit of armour i think? Big badass looking lich king! But i dont have as much ideas for him yet.

And then the plans for the plot would be basically like the jungle book but with a better ending? I have a personal grudge against all atories with the 'moral' that you should leave your family forever and go live with 'your own kind' no matter what. Like seriously that story the Velveteen Rabbit frickin scarred me as a kid, why am i supposed to believe that Rabbit is better off being 'real' and living with the real rabbits that we know NOTHING ABOUT except that they insulted him before and only accept him now cos he's 'normal'. Just fuckin leave everyone you know who loves you, for some complete strangers you know nothing about?? You'll somehow be happier just ebcause theyre 'your own kind'?? And why in these stories is it always a thing that you can NEVER GO BACK or even KEEP IN TOUCH?? Like whenever its about supernatural stuff its always 'when you grow up youre unable to see the magic anymore' yet somehow growing up is still supposed to be Good because leaving your entire family and friends and world for COMPLETE STRANGERS is better just because THEYRE YOUR OWN KIND. And believing in magoc is apparantly bad and immature even when MAGIC IS A LITERAL FACT THAT ACTUALLY EXISTS. And all the magic people just agree that theyre bad and being human is a happy ending all on its own even if the humans act like assholes and do absolutely nothing to deserve all this worship???

Anyway this story would be Not That. Au Zexion does indeed grow up and does indeed meet other humans, but the ending is instead the ghosts and the humans learning to live together in peace. Spoopy ghost castle family meets various human friends who come and live in their big ol empty castle, and together they manage to renovate the place into a bustling town again. And our ghost dads regain the hope that they can have a normal life together with their son, yknow? And they do. The end. BEGINNING IS TRAGIC, WORK TOWARDS HAPPY END. THAT IS THE PLOTS I LIKE IN LIFE.

So yeh thats my shitty au idea i dreamed up at 2am ok bye.

[recentanimenews]

Sleepy Princess in the Demon Castle – 01 (First Impressions) – Comfort At All Costs

In an effort to claim the Human kingdom of Goodereste as his dominion, the Twilight Demon Lord takes Princess Syalis hostage. But rather than despair in her unadorned cell, all Syalis really wants to do is get a good night’s sleep!

We follow her increasingly creative efforts to make that happen through the gradual improvement of her sleeping conditions. That’s it…that’s the show! There isn’t the slightest effort to make either her captivity or its political ramifications remotely serious, and that’s just fine! Syalis has her priorities, and they begin and end with her nightly comfort, The End.

Her efforts are laid out as individual “quests”, four of which make up this first episode, starting with a new pillow. At first she considers whether to kill the demon teddies who serve her meals, but she instead simply brushes them of their excess fluff.

Syalis proves wonderfully resourceful and industrious when it comes to locating the materials and tools with which to create said pillow, which makes you wonder whether she wouldn’t be in captivity and the Demon Lord wouldn’t be a threat if she used her powers for things other than improving her bedding!

With her pillow quest completed, she proceeds to have a wonderful night of peaceful sleep, which is very much the opposite of what her host wants. At the conclusion of each of her quests, the Demon Lord stops by her cell to talk, only to find her sleeping so soundly even he dare not disturb her, and holds off their chat to a tomorrow that never comes.

The Demon Lord isn’t the only softie in this giant, lightning-wreathed, otherwise intimidating-looking castle. His guards, servants, and members of his own court are either two Cokes short of a six-pack or simply too bewildered by the princess’ unexpected okayness with her captivity to do anything.

Syalis’ next two quests have her exchanging her crown for a sorcerers’ scissors in order to make a “soft crown” she can sleep in without it marring her forehead, and then stabbing and (re?)killing a “Ghost Shroud” she deems the softest and most luxurious bedsheet.

The latter quest is an exhaustive castle-wide cloak-snipping rampage that none of her captors can stop or even slow down! It’s also aided by the fact her meal teddies are always ready and willing to give her the key to her cell in exchange for a good brushing.

Her final quest of the week involves finding a more overall comfortable bed, away from the din of the various monsters and demons snoring in her cell block. This leads her to literally stumbling upon a wind shield that suspends her on a soft cushion of air…which happens to be a shield the Demon Lord absolutely needs in order to maintain his military advantage.

In order to take the smaller wind-producing piece of the shield with her, she smashes the shield to bits with a passing “diamond guard” she tosses into a pillowcase to make a blackjack. I don’t know why a princess knows about mob weapons, but I don’t care; it’s hilarious, as is the way she jumbles together the useless remains of the shield and tosses it into a chest.

With a potentially ideal air-bed in her possession, Syalis searches the castle and grounds for the best place to set it up. In the process she is spotted by guards, then trips on a slippery demon, falls into the magma moat…and dies. This happens hilariously quickly and casually.

No sooner does she realize she’s dead doe she wake up in the demon chapel beneath the castle, run by the Demon Cleric. She also wakes up in a coffin, and proceeds to use the Cleric’s goat horns to sand smooth, then lines with the ghost shroud and her new pillow.

Her new bed thus perfected, Syalis closes herself into the coffin, away from the noises of her cellmates, and passes into a deep slumber, none the worse for wear after her death-by-magma and rapid resurrection. Of course, that’s when the Demon Lord arrives at her cell to talk, only to have to postpone it for another time, because he’s not one to interrupt a princess’ sleep!

Nimble, imaginative, and filled with lovely stylized fantasy imagery, Sleepy Princess in the Demon Castle is a lot of fun, anchored by the always-charming vocal talents of Minase Inori and a supporting cast of colorful supporting voices.

I love how the Demon Lord and his minions are basically a bunch of big ol’ softies who can do nothing against Syalis’ easy, breezy charm. She basically dares them to wake her up and throw her in a dungeon, but that ain’t happening…and even if it did, she’d probably make the most of it!

Finally, there’s also a Hero and his party out there trying to rescue the princess, unaware that she doesn’t need to be rescued. She doesn’t even remember the guy’s name, and trying to remember would be a waste of time better spent improving her bedding.

By: sesameacrylic