#i don't have the energy to draw a lot of people again.. maybe later

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(this is just my rambles , pls scroll if u dont want to read jdakjsa ;-;)

ok i'm not good at it, but i'll try to be more serious.

King Ohger is my first sentai after about…10? 11? years since i watch toku as a kid (for sentai, i used to watch shinkenger and power rangers dino force). I start to watch toku again last year because of KR Den-O, simply just bcs i want to rewatch one of my fav childhood tv program. And i cried a lot, not just because of den-o's story but also I remember that I still love toku as much as little me back then

after finished den-o, i crave for more toku to watch, then my older sister told me there's this super sentai that all of the sentai is leaders/kings ((SHE HAVEN'T WATCH KINGOH UNTIL THIS VERY DAY DESPITE BEING ONE OF MY REASON TO WATCH KINGOH, I HATE HER////jk i love u sis)). I didn't watch kingoh while it's ongoing, i binge watch it from ep 1 while it's around eps 20-25. And i regret nothing, i feel a lot of emotions, be it's the good one or even the bad one. I laugh and I cry. I didn't live for 2000 years like jeramie, but i relate to him about dealing with grief and keep everything to yourself bcs you don't want others to worry about you. And the happiness of finally found someone you can rely on, someone that won't say anything but will pat your shoulder and reminds you that they will be on your side no matter what.

I learn a lot of thing from other king too, i learn to be kind from gira and himeno, i learn that it's okay to not care about what people say and be myself the way i am from rita, i learn to stands for what's wrong and didn't back down like yanma, and kaguragi uhm…* shake hands with kagu * yes ur my buddy bro (i swear i have one thing i relate to kagu, i just don't want to tell what it is-)

people can call it 'childish show' (my friend said that when i tell them abt kingoh and kr ;-; that's why i stopped telling abt toku to others and just keep my excitement to myself) and they're still right, but still, kingoh is special to me.

I was ready to be alone on this (I always be), i draw fanarts because i want and i like them so much, and didn't expect at all that i'll found other people that excited about the same thing like me. thank you to everyone who liked, reblog, comment, send asks, i can't always answer everything, but pls know that i appreciate every single of you,

artist, writers, gif maker, friends, everyone.

one day will come the day that my interest maybe will fade away. Until that day come, I'll enjoy my time here and drawing what i want. (((actually this applied to my other fandom too ;-;))))

for you who read this so far, thank u again <3

+ pls have this happy spiders, they're my favorites from all of the finale moments ;-;

[scarletttries]

Kendall Roy x Neighbour! Reader Headcanons

Pairing: Kendall Roy x Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: Smut, Dark!Kendall obsessive vibes, dub-con, reader discretion advised :)

Request: "Hi Scarlett! I was wondering if you could write a scenario when you just moved in Kendall's apartment and became a neighbor and he is obsessed with u emotionally and sexually??🥵🥵

Author’s Note: Thank you for this intense request, it was a lot of fun to write some dark Kendall as we all know this man would be capable of ANYTHING. Please don't read if you might feel upset by dark/obsessive/coercive themes :)

Dark! Kendall Roy x Neighbour!Reader Headcanons:

- Kendall Roy had lived in his building as long as he could remember, but he was sure he'd never met any of his neighbours, let alone learned their names. Maybe it was his weird hours of operation, maybe his security usually kept him from chance encounters, or maybe none of them ever seemed noteworthy enough to remember. Before you.

- He's not sure exactly how the stars aligned perfectly enough for him to end up bumping into you the day you moved into the one rent-controlled apartment in his building (he'd always found that surprisingly progressive for the otherwise snooty building, sure it must be to exploit a tax loophole), but from the moment he saw you carrying a box and directing delivery people with carefully wrapped up furniture, he knew he had to have you.

- He'd heard the commotion from the stairwell after returning home one day, curiously following the noise to see which rich, old, white man he'd be living across an expansive hall from now, surprised to find young, beautiful you. The picture of innocence, drawing him in with your magnetic energy until he clears his throat, making you jump and sending a dark shiver down his spine at the reaction. He watches you smile so so brightly as you crouch to the floor, setting down the boxes in your arms before springing back to your feet to shake his hand, but not before Kendall can enjoy the opportunity to stare down at you from above, sure he'd have you in this position again, if it was the last thing he did.

- All night your simple conversation would rattle through his mind, the way you repeated his name after he said, politely pretending you don't know exactly who he is, his name on your tongue sounding sweeter than it ever has before. It leaves him wondering how sweet your tongue would be on him in any other circumstances, and before he fully realises what he's doing his hand has slipped into his shorts and he's picturing you back on your knees, choking around him.

- Ever the gracious neighbour Kendall would send you an elaborate basket of expensive gifts to welcome you to the building. There'd be innocent things like designer home fragrances and fine imported coffee, but Kendall being Kendall, there'd also be chocolate covered strawberries, a bottle of champagne, and spa-quality cocoa butter massage oil. Everything he'd need to make you feel right at home for the night. When you appear at his door to thank him, almost bouncing for joy as you gush about his generosity, he's so sure he can smell a trace of cocoa butter, picturing you rubbing it all over yourself and thinking only of him.

- His infatuation with you only gets worse when his sexual desires become more emotionally founded: One night you'll knock on his door, later than a normal neighbourly conversation and Kendall will think you've finally come to return his primal feelings. As he flings the door open you look almost apologetic - you saw a headline about Waystar offices being under investigation and you wanted to check that he was feeling okay. It's a simple enough gesture, but it's one that cuts right to the core of Kendall, who so rarely has anyone check in and ask him how he's doing. And here you are, his perfect neighbour, cooing sweetly as you tell him it's going to be okay, and gently squeezing his hand, the embodiment of kindness and empathy, the antithesis of his family. And he knows you must be his and his alone, that he needs this from you every moment, of every day.

- After that night his obsession starts to get worse, barely able to make it through the night without a barrage of sweet, sensual dreams playing over and over in his mind of exactly what you'd do to take care of every part of him. He can't bear the thought of you with anyone else, installing a doorbell camera so he can keep an eye on your routine, making sure you don't bring home anyone that might get in his way. He learns your comings and goings so he can bump into you at his favourite times, usually on your way back from the gym, drinking in the way your exposed skin glows with a thin sheen of sweat, sure he could give you just as good of a workout if you let him. Sometimes he'll arrive home just in time to help you carry groceries inside, peering inside your bags to find out a little more about what you like, and thinking about a world where he gets to be the person you make homemade meals for.

- He finds himself obsessing over how to take the next step with you, how to secure you as his, sexually and emotionally. He thinks about sending more gifts, this time a lingerie set and a vibrator for when you want to think of him alone at night. Sometimes he thinks about trying to install a camera in your apartment when he knows you're home, waiting for a glimpse of you touching yourself and knocking on the door to give you a hand. In the end he goes for something a little bit more subtle, just hoping all the dominoes will fall into place.

- The wait for the perfect moment is agonising though, and some nights Kendall can't help but picture just tying you to his bed frame and keeping you there at his mercy for as long as it takes for you to accept that you belong to him. He's sure if he can make you cum enough times then eventually you'll see that he's always going to take care of you, and you'll have everything you need with him.

- But instead he waits until one day when you come back from the gym, avoiding his usual attempt to bump into you and letting you get straight home and into the shower as always. Then with a well-timed, and urgent, knock on the door he draws you out of your apartment in just your towel, having safely retreated to his own, watching through the doorbell camera as you take one, two, three steps into the hall, dripping from every inch of your skin, an absolute vision. And as if the universe is rewarding his genius, right on time, your apartment door locks shut behind you, leaving you in the hall in just your towel, no keys, no phone, no way back inside.

- Kendall has stop himself from ripping the door off its hinges the second you rap your knuckles gingerly against it, pretending to look confused by your state of undress as you explain, mortified, that you got locked out and you'd been in the shower, and does he have the number for the building manager or a spare key? Kendall ushers you inside, saying he'll make a call to the building manager, but 'he might be a while because he always takes Wednesdays off' offering to put on coffee while you wait. Wrapping yourself tightly in your towel you hover awkwardly in the doorway, trying not to think about what your one cute neighbour must think of you.

- Thrilled with how this is going so far, you almost naked in his home, with nowhere else to go, he offers you a seat, insisting you try this new massage chair he's just bought for himself, telling you it's the best money can buy, completely top of the line and will melt your worries away. Feeling so bad for intruding already you can hardly say no, tucking as much of the towel around you as possible, accepting that there's no way to sit that won't have all your most sensitive skin pressed bare against the satin soft fabric. Perching on the arm of the chair beside yours Kendall starts to toy with the small remote, telling you you're going to feel amazing in no time. Surely enough as he presses the controls the chair starts to vibrate all over, kneading against your shoulders and inner thighs, a strong vibration emanating right against your entrance.

- Kendall notices the way your whole body jolts as the sensations start, the way your cheeks start to flush rosy pink as every nerve in your body is stimulated to perfection, your bare skin rubbed and massaged by the tiny movements of the chair. You try and take a breath to ground yourself, now even more embarrassed at how incredible the vibrations felt, sending tremours through your centre that made every inch of you feel endlessly sensitive. Clenching your thighs together didn't help, only amplifying the waves of bliss washing over you, but Kendall certainly noticed when you did.

"Feels great right!" He laughed darkly, watching you squirm as your bare pussy rubs against the shaking fabric, no escape from the overwhelming pleasure no matter how you shift your body. You could only hum in agreement, biting your lip to stop a moan following it, trying desperately to keep hold of yourself, not wanting your hot neighbour to see you make even more of a mess of yourself today.

- The soft kneading down your spine had you arching your back, your nipples getting more and more obvious through the thin wet towel the more cold and sensitive and excited you got. Kendall could see the shame and powerlessness and embarrassment building on your face as your body betrayed you, your hands gripping the side of the chair as if maybe you could hold on long enough if you just really focused.

"Kendall, I-" You tried to stand up while your legs could still hold your weight, hoping you could pretend to be more comfortable standing, and praying the water dripping off your body would cover up any wet patch you might have left. But as you leant forward, Kendall stepped in front of you, barely having to push your trembling thighs back down to keep you in place, a devilish grin on his face as he watched your eyes widen at his actions.

"You can't move yet sweetheart, I haven't even shown you all the settings. I think we can make you feel even better." The glint in his eye made you want to run out the door for help, but as he pressed one button and the vibrations whirred faster and stronger you found yourself fixed to your spot, the feelings of ecstasy building inside you and leaving you completely at his control.

"See, I can take care of you. I promise, you've never had someone take care of you like I can." Kendall cooed as his fingers stroked lazily up your thighs, adding to the overwhelming sensation already coursing through your veins. "Say the word, and I'll take care of every part of you, every fucking day." His voice was laced with such intensity you could feel yourself getting wetter as he spoke, unclear about how you ended up in this position, but starting to get the impression none of this was accidental. You watched his fingertips graze along the edge of your towel, looking up to see what you made of his offer and breaking into a wide grin as you nodded your head back at him, trying to speak but only being able to moan out his name in response.

"Good girl." He teased back, turning the dial up one more time before unceremoniously pulling open your towel just in time to watch your whole body shake with pleasure as your release cascaded through every part of you, your pussy throbbing from the release around nothing, thighs twitching under Kendall's hands as he kept you firmly planted in that spot until he was positive you couldn't take another second. Finally helping you rise to your unsteady feet he'd plant his lips against yours, hungry to taste you, unsure how he'd waited even this long to finally feel you lean into him, lips soft and warm, your skin sensitive everywhere his hands met it. Looking down at your wet naked body, cheeks still flush with a tinge of shame, he licked his lips and chuckled, "We're going to have so much fun, neighbour."

- Once that threshold is past, there's no going back for Kendall. He'll steal all your underwear and make you sit on his lap just so he can toy with you, watching you squirm like the first time, peppering your neck with kisses until you can't keep still. He'll hide your clothes when you're staying over at his so you're stuck there, wandering around his penthouse naked until he's seen enough.

- He'll wake you in the night with his fingers inn you, teasing your folds and strumming your clit until you beg him to fuck you, waking up the next morning full of his cum. He'll insist on pushing it back into you again and again, hoping that if he can get you pregnant, you'll stay by him forever.

- It's not just a sexual obsession, Kendall will come to you in all his darkest hours, collapsing on your lap and lamenting about the world while you stroke his hair and reassure him that the world hasn't ended on even his worst days.

- You are everything Kendall Roy has ever wanted for himself. He knew it from the moment he laid eyes on you, and he knows it every time you blush at his relentless teasing. And he'll never let anything take what he wants away from him.

[icouldntcareless22]

The girlfriend wannabe (II)

Lee Minho x reader

Fake Dating trope. Strangers to lovers.

Words: 1.9k

Summary: When a young attractive man asks you to be his girlfriend...when you first meet him...in front of his parents...when you don't even know him...you say yes. Right?!

This is Part 2

AN: I have the next 2 chapters planned, they shouldn't take long. Hope you enjoy the second part!

"So let me get this straight..A young, incredibly beautiful man came to you, dressed in Armani, and proposed to you to became his girlfriend and you said no!"

You rolled your eyes at Lisa. She was always the one to rush in unfathomable situations and question herself later. You shifted, putting away the clean ceramic cups. "You are aware that I don't even, you know, KNOW him" You mused as you moved to now stack to-go papers on top of each other.

"You could always get to know him!" She raved, hands thrown above her head and expression playfully angry. "You have been alone for a while. It isn't bad to have a little fun" A cry of a customer for help distracted her from her speech. She threw you a look, that clearly stated that this isn't over and she went her way, face now adoring a pretty and professional smile.

You signed and shook your head at her antics. Thankfully you didn't gave a lot of costumers today, a steady flow of people came and went, leaving you undisturbed. The lofi playlist you honeyed in your time here was echoing around the small shop, putting you at ease and makingyour head gently bob to the beat. It was a hole in the wall the little shop you worked it, but you liked it better that way. It saved you energy from dealing with annoying costumers and plus, the owner was too nice to you. Besides making coffee was a relaxing activity to you, you would like to consider yourself a knowledgeable person to the fine art of coffee making. After all, you have been drinking and making it for years now.

The damned doorbell rung again making you shallow a sign. Without looking up you took your place behind the counter and recited your usual poem "Welcome. What can I-what the fuc..."

"Not now, sweetheart. Maybe later, if you are down"

He was here.

Hair sleeked back, the gel he used making it shine. He was donned in a casual outfit, it probably costed more than what you made in 3 days worth. His face was void of makeup this time, somehow softening his face. Duh, you thought, no one has such piercing eyes on his own. His makeup artist had done an incredible work, but this softer look suited him more.

It made him more human like.

Behind trailed a more petite form clad in a army green jacket and converse high tops. A flash of silver draw your attention to his pierced brow and shy grin.

Your gaze bounced back to your so supposed boyfriend, who by now had reached you and made himself right at home at the cashier. Your jaw tensed and you gripped tightly the wood in front of you. "How are you here? What are you doing here?!" You hissed, out of your mind mad.

Okay, he was in a tight spot the previous time and you chucked it up in a moment of stress. But this? Stalking you and getting your information? Showing up at your work like a creep? This was unacceptable!

He dared and cocked his head to the side almost in an innocence manner and whined. Fucking whined. "Aren't you happy to see me baby?"

You stared blanly at him for a moment or two, before he erupted in giggles. An ironic grin lit his face once they died down. Did he had that permanently stitched to his face or something? The sight only served to make you mader so you repeated. "What are you doing here?"

He paused a brief moment to regard you. Nostrils flared, eyes blasting fire and mouth set in a straight line. You must be a sight to be hold because he immediately stepped back and raised his hands in front of him in caution. "I only want to talk. I promise nothing weird."

"About?"

His hands lowered and that insufferable grin returned. "Why our relationship of course"

You felt heat travel to your face and your veins popping. "There is no relationship, you freak!" You snapped.

His friend was watching the pair of you waringly, no words were spoken. Maybe he was afraid to be involved in the cat fight, that was starting in front of him.

And the cherry on top was the arrival of Lisa. She twirled her way around to reach to you. When she reached, almost floated, towards the front desk, she stopped abruptly. Her eyes darted towards the pair of young men in front of you and then towards you and then at them again, before her eyes bulked and her mouth opened. "It's him, isn't he? Your new fake boyfriend?!" She squealed, clearly excited. She was lightly bouncing on her feet, her smile wide and friendly. "Hi! I'm Lisa!"

"Do you want him instead?" You muttered under your breath. How could she be this calm and well... delusional.

"How can you toss your boyfriend around like this?!" Turning to you with a determined gaze, she cocked her head silent at him. In response you narrowed your eyes at her, mouth pulling at the corners forming an grimace.

Would you really throw me to the wolves like that? Your eyes screamed at her.

Yeah! I would throw you to wolves like that every single damn day! She raised her brows at you, smirking.

"Well now that you are done with the eye thingy..Shall we, doll?" Minho interrupted your very obvious mental conversation. He cocked his head to the sitting area behind him.

"You do know I am, like, in the middle of work..I can't just leave-" you started to say, but was, once again, rudely interrupted.

"I will take over until you talk" Lisa cut in, lifting the counter to slide in next to you, lightly pushing you towards him.

You scoffed as you made your way to the area. You pointed your chin to the nearest table, silently becking him. You settled in the chair with a sour pout. You crossed your hands and watched him stretch with no care. He eventually settled, lounged was more like it, and opened his lips to sprout the biggest stupidity known to mankind.

"So about the girlfriend thing.."

There we go.

"Let me start by saying sorry. I know that all this is kind of ridiculous-"

"Kind of?" You pointed, lifting your brow.

He huffed amusingly. "I know it is ridiculous. But they have been nagging me for weeks now and well, I saw you and decided to strike." He finished, scratching his nape. He had lowered his head, stealing glances at you, not daring to look at you properly. At least he seemed sorry, you bemused.

"First of all, I don't appreciate you coming here like some stalker. This is unacceptable and kind of creepy." You stated, your heated gaze on him

His eyes softened and he briefly met your gaze. You saw the realization and regret on his features . "Sorry, I didn't think how it would came through. It wasn't my intention to scare you. I just need you" he spoke quietly, but with a sincerity you hadn't linked with him...well the 1 day you knew him, at least.

"Thank you for apologizing. And this brings me to the next thing, I don't understand why it has to be me.Tell them that we broke up and find yourself a real girlfriend." You anti-countered, amusement filling you by seeing the boy in front of you squirm.

He signed, hands messing up his hair and making it fluffier "You think I didn't try? I...I tried, but...I- things didn't go as planned. The more I think about it, the easier this seems"

"How so?" You asked, leaning forward on your elbows.

"I can call you when I need to be at a gala. Or to take a couple of pictures to show them. Something easy." He murmured, now playing with the packets of sugar on the table in front of him.

"As I told you, I am not looking for a relationship. Frankly, I don't have time for it, real or not" you amended, not really knowing why you were excusing yourself.

"No, no! I won't take a lot of your time. Besides I will compensate you!" He rushed to fill in, sitting up more in his seat so he can properly face you.

"Ohh do say. What's in for me?" You laughed, finding the conversation more and more ridiculous.

The question brought the smirk back full force. It screamed, I got it in the bag "I will make sure you get an interview with a big marketing company. Your choice. And a recommendation letter. I could say a position there, but you don't seem into the nepotism concept"

"You would be incorrect" you stated, shrugging. Once you get in is when the game starts, how you got there is irrelevant.But that was just your humble view.

"That's even better! You could be my nepo baby!" He giggled, eyes gleaming. With what, you weren't sure. Now that you 'uncovered' your greedy side, he seemed to have relaxed in his wooden chair once again. He was glancing around now, curious as a cat.

In turn, you scanned him, head to toe. He was an attractive gal. Sure, he was a little overconfident and whiny, but nothing over the top. You had certainly met worse and without the resources to back them up, you snickered to yourself. "What's the catch?" You wandered, tapping your chin in wonder.

"What do you mean?" He asked, examing you closely.

"I mean, I get an interview. If you are a people's person, then I get to go at galas. What's in it for you?"

"A peaceful mind. I don't like when my parents...nag" he, carefully,, said.

"You don't seem the kind of person that would paid any attention to his parents nagging" you mused, drumming your fingers to the tabletop. He smirked and shook his head

"You don't know me, sweetheart." He murmured.

"And this is precisely why I can't trust you!" You snickered, leaning back.

"Maybe this is your chance to. So..deal?" He pondered, extending a long hand. You stared at it, as if it would burn you. Did you really wanna do this?

"No impromptu calls. When I am at campus or at work, you can't just expect me to drop everything and come to you." You demanded. It was your way or the highway, you decided and damn a potential interview.

"Of course, baby" he complied easily. Attitude as aloof as ever.

"And no kissing. A little cuddling and a smooch on the cheek is all that I will allow"

"Are you sure, sweetheart?" He purred, his fingers dancing across the table to reach yours. You swatted his fingers away.

"I am positive" you deadpaned.

"Okay, but if you fold, can I consider it fair game?" He asked suggestive, bitting his lips and his eyes zeroing on your form.

"In your dreams, sweetheart" you popped every word, smile widening.

"Oh they will be good ones, I assure you. So deal?" He tried again, extending his hand.

Like the first time you looked at it, but unlike last time, you carefully placed your hand at his.

"Deal" you agreed. Chills took over your body as you spoke the words. "I already don't like this this" you muttered, making him smile at you.

The chair was screeching as he dragged himself away to stand. He looked at his clock, then at you. "The message at your phone is from my number. Save it. We will talk more about the gala via Sms. By the way, you look lovely today, baby. Like the batista of my dreams. Anyway, I have to go see you later" He saluted and turned to his friend that was still hanging by the cashier.

You were too stunned to speak.

Your mind running at full speed to comprehend what happened just now, along with the numerous information you received in less than a second. When your brain managed to get the get-go, he was already half way to the door. The only question you managed was "How did you get my number?!"

Upon hearing your incredulous shout, he turned his head your way, flashed you his hand, fingers moving all over the place and said "Magic"

His giggles were all that was left behind.

You were left seated and astonished, when you felt a presence behind you and a petite hand on your shoulder.

"I like him. You know I have a good eye for people" Lisa said, her eyes pinned to the odd pair of friends that were walking away from you.

"No, you don't " you scoffed.

"Honey, the one with bad eyesight is you, not me"

[polarisbibliotheque]

Nemesis (Vergil x Reader) - Chapter 6

Nemesis

Pairing: Vergil x Reader

Summary: The Abyss opening is a rare occurrence. In his youth, Vergil wanted to harness its power, but never thought he would meet his greatest adversary along the way. Years later, the Abyss is once again open and that might call for some rather unlikely alliances.

Chapter 1 (Prologue) | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 (you are here!)

Age restriction: 18+ - there’s a lot of blood, violence, cursing and all those things people want to forbid younger audiences of seeing. Also, cosmic horror is a thing here. Procceed with caution.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: This chapter STARTS with a dream where the reader sees themselves hurt - same going for Vergil. There's blood, broken hearts, difficult feelings, self-doubt and talks about giving up. Proceed with a lot of caution if that's difficult for you.

Special Credits: Our dear Ovid is a character created by @furyeclipse and, even when they don't show up, I'm crediting and thanking forever ^^

You can check out Fury’s writing (which I highly recommend) on this link: Fury’s Ao3

Author's Notes: Yes, it took forever, but hey, we're back! (Yes, I've a mix of Backstreet Boy's Everybody and Eminem's Without Me playing rent free in my head) This chapter is a little shorter than normal BUT we're meeting the devil in the red coat, DMC 1 style ;)

It's just so good to be writing again. I'm so sorry for taking huge times off, but I'll always update as soon as I can! Thank you so much to everyone who spends time here reading, I appreciate each and every one of you!

And special thanks to the anon who sent the ask worried about me, you motivated me enough for this chapter to happen. You have my deepest gratitude <3

Chapter 6

“I can’t mend it.”

Your hands rested on your lap, your shoulders defeated. The shards of your crystal broken heart laid on the floor, covered in blood. Your eyes were surrounded with a rim of red, so tired of crying, as well as your body – so tired of fighting.

You were done. Done. One day, you would fall on battle and you wouldn’t be able to get up. Your knees would fail, your legs would tremble, and the tears in your eyes would finally be shed.

All that strength… All that will, all that power… It came from something inside you that didn’t allow you to give up. But you had to admit, that was running out.

It doesn’t matter if you can mend it or not. You thought as you observed yourself, unable to help, unable to speak, unable to make them see. The only thing you could do was to look at yourself, deep inside, as if it was the first time.

And it probably was.

It doesn’t matter if your heart heals. It doesn’t matter if it’s broken. You have to get up. You have to keep moving forward.

“I can’t… Put it back…” That’s when your bony hands moved to your naked chest – empty, dark, with a never-ending abyss that could swallow you whole. Your fingers trembled around the corners of the wound, revealing an infinity of nothingness. “I… I’m tired.”

Your red eyes finally met yours – but they didn’t recognize you. They just looked forward, up, somewhere, searching… Maybe for hope, maybe for a way out.

As you saw lonely tears dripping from your tired eyes, you knew what that look was.

Hopelessness.

That dreadful void in your chest pulling you down, into oblivion, into a pit of tar that would make you crawl, fight and lose the battle, with your body finally choosing to shut down after wasting energy without a goal. Without hope.

“We are better than that.”

You furrowed your brows, as your tired form didn’t move. But that voice… You haven’t heard it in years: since the last opening of the Abyss, it was gone. Almost as if a distant nightmare, from so many lives ago.

The blue coated devil, that arrogant demon that managed to draw your blood as you did the same to him. As the years went by, he just… Vanished. You never heard of him again. When you had a suspicion of an Abyss opening, he wasn’t there. When the energy of the Abyss was felt once again, he wasn’t there.

And as the years went by, you started to fear. Was your nemesis… Gone? What if that really happened? Did you have anything else pushing you forward?

You had the Abyss, yes. You had your researches, your deal with Ovid. But apart from that, what did you really have? Losing your archenemy would be a great loss – even greater if it wasn’t by your hands.

“We are not… This.” As his voice echoed again, your defeated form looked forward once more, finding his form.

But he was so different. If you, as an observer, could, you would have gasped out loud. He was kneeling on the ground, without his clothes, skinny and bony, pale skin glistening in the dark void like the faint moonlight – you could even see his dark veins underneath it, so glaring on his face. His eyes carried a bloody anger you had never seen before – worse than when you fought: those were the eyes of a broken pride.

His bony hands were tied behind his back, wrapped in chains, just like his feet. A heavy set of iron clasped around his neck, with chains fading in the dark. His body was covered in scars, some open and bleeding, some old and closed. His lips had a tinge of purple, as if frozen, and his heart… Shattered near his knees, him being unable to pick it up, even if he wanted to.

“We are broken… Again.” You whispered back, your eyes lacking any kind of feeling. All the anger stored in his contrasted with the void in yours. “There will come a day we will not be able to get up again. Our bodies… Will give out.”

“As long as our spirit does not...” His voice was as stark as always, but, for the first time, you heard it wavering. “It does not matter if our bodies do.”

“For me, it does.” You had a faint melancholic smile on your wine-red lips – getting darker and darker as you gave out. “I’m only human.”

His eyes stared back at you, those silvery pieces of ice, burning like the last circle of Hell. Your form didn’t close your eyes, but you did. You wanted to get out of there. You wanted to breathe. You wanted it all to be gone. You wanted peace of mind.

“That is what makes you so different.”

*

You opened your eyes in a jolt, heart beating as the thunderous rain outside. You were back in your room at the Hospital, sitting on your bed, tucked in your warm emerald-green covers, during a peaceful night. You were safe, you were warm, and you were alright – and he was nowhere to be seen.

Furrowing your brows and taking one of your hands to your heart, you started breathing a little more calmly, trying to ground back into reality.

Since the day you two defeated the Hell Puppeteer, you kept having nightmares like that: seeing yourself, watching your feeble hands try – and constantly fail – mending your heart. It was the first time you hinted at giving up, though.

And you wouldn’t lie: you could feel it in your bones, in the stretch of your skin, in the weight of your flesh… You were tired. For so long, you had been fighting and avoiding any kind of help, any kind of relationships, any kind of support. You only had Margie and the Hospital staff – but even then, you wouldn’t allow too much closeness.

There was something missing inside of you. A piece of your heart, your own soul, that needed to be filled. You could try to keep going as much as you wanted, but you knew… Somewhere in the road, your knees would falter and you’d need someone to lean on.

But there was no one. As always, you were alone.

With a deep sigh, you wrapped yourself around your blankets and closed your eyes once more – maybe the warmness of the bed could keep those feelings at bay… At least for the moment.

As you drifted into sleep, right in the lands between, almost awake but with a step in the land of dreams, you could swear you heard a whisper in the wind.

As long as our spirit does not, it does not matter if our bodies give out.

**

“I’m telling you, he won’t be that difficult to find!” Lady’s voice had a little fun in it as you just rolled your eyes in response.

“He better be nice. If he isn’t, I’m leaving all the work to him.” You had one of your hands in your pocket, standing inside a phone booth, looking out the street during that foggy night. “Honestly, if I didn’t owe you, there would be no job to get me out of bed in a night like this.”

“Well, that serves as a lesson to both of you.” She laughed back as you only sighed in a lack of hope. You would never borrow money from Lady again – that woman was ruthless. “Besides, I’m also workin’ tonight, if that makes you feel better.”

“Yeah, I bet you chose the better job.” Of course, you had to complain.

“Of course I did.” And the way she almost sang the answer back to you made you sure she was winking back. “Ok, remember: white hair, blue eyes, red clothes, black boots, red long coat. There’s no way you’re not gonna recognize him.”

“Yeah, man likes his red, I’ll give him that…” You shook your head, already hearing Lady messing with her guns on the other side of the line. “When this job is done, we’re square, right?”

“Yeah! I’ll keep my word on that! Are you doubting me?”

“No, just checking if we’re on the same page.” You smiled a little. “Have a good hunt tonight, Lady.”

“You too, y/n! Talk to ya later!”

With a deep breath, you hanged up the phone. Stepping outside the phone booth, you kept both of your hands in your black long coat’s pockets, waiting for Lady’s friend to appear.

You had met Lady during a routine job. Both of you were good with motorcycles and, after getting into some trouble with some bikers who tried to know more than both of you in a bar, you and Lady easily kicked their sorry asses. You shared a drink, talked a little bit and, after finding out you were both demon hunters, sometimes you invited each other for some jobs that required more than one hunter.

It was nice, knowing someone like you. Lady had a troubled past as well, and neither of you entered into many details about that. You kept your distance, as much as you wanted to connect – maybe it would be better not getting too attached to people, especially with the kind of job you had.

“Well, well, what is such a fine beauty doing alone here tonight?”

You didn’t even look back at the man who talked to you. He was tall and dark, with some kind of devilish handsomeness to him – but he would not fool you: that scent, it was the scent of a demon.

After some time, you had learned to pick it up – but you could only feel it on the especially foul ones. Those were tricky and dangerous, even for you.

“Nothing that concerns you.” With those words, you finally looked back at him. His dark brunette hair dripped around his face like water, his enchanting eyes doing its best to lure you in; but there was something off with his slippery smile. “Hit the road.”

“It might be dangerous for someone like you to be outside in the dark.” He wasn’t fazed by your sharp words, offering his hand in return. “There’s a club nearby. Come, I’ll buy you a drink.”

“You may have heard them the first time.” Another voice cut the man’s words in half. He turned around and you looked over the man’s shoulders – finding a tall figure standing behind him, quite relaxed, but with a sharp set of sky-blue eyes underneath his silver hair. “Hit the road.”

You allowed a small smile to cover your lips. Red clothes, black boots, red coat. Indeed, you couldn’t mistake Lady’s friend with anyone else in this world.

The man tried to win a stare contest, but he soon averted the gaze of Lady’s friend. Mumbling something you couldn’t quite understand, he kept walking down the street, faster than you imagined he would. After a few seconds, you looked back at the man standing in front of you – sporting a smart smile on his playful lips.

“You’re Lady’s friend, right?” You finally asked and he nodded in return.

“You’re deep in debt with her too, huh?”

“I wouldn’t say deep in debt. It was a one-time thing.” You pointed out, picking up a big black case on the ground by your side and walking alongside him. You noticed he carried a guitar case on his back, which made you giggle to yourself. “How about you?”

“I’m pretty doomed. The woman has no mercy.”

“If she ever gets tired of being a hunter, she could easily become a loan shark.” Your remark made him laugh a bit – not too loud: you didn’t want to make the man who talked to you earlier realize you were following him.

After all, you had to know where that club was.

“Well, she certainly has the talent to do so.” He glanced back at you, slowly taking in your appearance. Human, yes, but cold. Almost like someone he knew. “I’m Dante.”

“I’m y/n.” You didn’t seem to realize he was watching, though. “She briefed you on this, right?”

“Yeah. People go missin’ after a mysterious man picks them up on the streets, probably offering them something.” Dante sighed as if he had heard it a thousand times. “They always seem like happy couples, until the people go missin’, never to be seen again.”

“Yeah. I think you helped me dodge a bullet with that one.” You discretely pointed at the man walking in the distance, who seemed to be looking for something… Hunting.

“Always glad to be of help.” He joked back, adjusting the guitar case he carried on his back. “Did you bring your work stuff?”

“Yes. Right here.” You raised the case you carried, showing him the careful silver embroidery. You had learned that with Margie and, as she got older, she enjoyed embroidering your clothing as she rested on her chair. “I guess we stole each other’s ideas.”

“Huh, guess we did.” Dante glanced quickly at his guitar case. “What’s yours, though? I’ve never seen anything like that.”

“It’s a cello case. They’re sturdy and can carry a good number of things.” You smiled back, seeing as he raised his brows. “I don’t play cello, though. Can you play the guitar?”

“Eh…” Dante shrugged, dismissing your question. You didn’t know if it was because he didn’t know how to play it or if he didn’t believe he could play well.

He did know a thing or two, though. When he was younger, Dante would sit with an old guitar with some broken strings and try to play the songs he heard on his favorite records. He would never say he knew how to play the guitar, because he never learned it properly – but he did know enough to have his fun. And that was enough for him.

“Hey, look.” He nodded towards the man in front of you, turning your attention back to the mission at hand.

The man talked to another man on the street – a young guy who looked like he had been stood up by his date around a bar. The man offered him his coat, which the guy accepted with a dazzled smile – demons could be quite alluring, especially to unsuspecting humans.

The man offered his hand – and the guy took it. They entangled their arms and started walking on the street, talking as if they were a long-wedded couple. You and Dante just exchanged looks and followed them without a word: sewing through streets and dark alleys, your steps took you to a set of dimly lit stairs on another pathway, leading to a door with a small pink neon sign above it.

The Devil’s Den.

“Huh, who would’ve known. Demons got sense of humor.” Dante mumbled back to you, making you muffle a giggle while the man and his doomed date exchanged a few words at the door and were allowed into The Devil’s Den.

“So… What do you think? A strip club?”

“Well, they should’ve known the Love Planet is the best place in town.” Dante took a deep breath, looking back at you. “Ready to get to work?”

“Always.” Your words were sharp and certain, a little cold even. Dante furrowed his brows, as he recognized something inside you he thought he had lost forever.

Keeping those thoughts for some other time, Dante put one of his arms around your shoulders and both of you went down the stairs in the shady alley, towards the doors of The Devil’s Den.

Three knocks, followed by two fast ones. You heard the man doing that and it worked: the doors opened, but another man stood before you – ready to get rid of any inconveniences in the club.

“I have never seen your faces before. Are you new…?”

“We’re here to play tonight.” Dante kept his serious expression, but held the man’s gaze with no issue. Once again, it was a stare contest the other one was doomed to fail from the start: Dante apparently had an ungodly way of breaking demons with just one look.

Like someone else you met, a long, long time ago.

“Hmmm…” The man looked at both of your instrument cases, apparently somewhat convinced. “Who hired you?”

“John. You can ask him if you want to, but he is going to be furious if his main act tonight gets delayed by security.” You added with a slight nonchalant tone, but the threat cutting like a sharp blade.

The man seemed to shiver right away. Stepping aside, he showed you the way inside the club.

“Apologies. Welcome to The Devil’s Den.”

“Thank you.” You had a convinced smile on your lips and the posture of a royal as you walked in, still protected by Dante’s arm.

“Who’s John…?” Dante finally asked as you were far enough for the man not to hear you.

“I have no idea. I just threw a common name in and just went with it.” You mumbled back, making him laugh for the first time that night.

“Now that was a good one!” He pulled you closer, though: that place reeked of demons and, if he was right, you were one of the very few humans in there that night. “I’m definitely gonna steal that!”

“Be my guest.” You hummed a laugh in return, scanning the club.

Indeed, when the fight began… It was going to be showtime.

**

To be continued...

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We've done it!

Or, more accurately, you've done it! Thanks to you, my fellow Tumblrinas, I've actually managed to hit 200 followers!

I never thought I would get this far, but I'm eternally grateful for all the love you've given me, and I can't wait to share many more brainrots with you!

In tune with that, I've decided: Why not let you look even further into my mind? I've given you lots of writing, but why not provide some visuals? And so, in thinking about what I wanted to do for my 200 followers celebration, I came up with...

⁕ Evie's Mind Palace Festival! ⁕

(Placing a cut so this doesn't get too long ^^)

As depicted in this lovely graphic above, I'm going to be focusing on my OCs' fashion for this little event. But not just that! I'll get to the bonuses later :)

For now, text version! Because Tumblr likes not loading images and some people may not be able to view the image

↬ Step 1: Pick an OC of your choice! From my OCs, that is. Hope that was clear. Anyone from the list. I'll even throw in a little bonus and say that unintroduced OCs are allowed! That means the ones on this list AND ones I may have rambled to to you in a chat we've had.

↬ Step 2: Pick an occasion prompt! The prompts are as follows:

Casual (aka everyday wear, aka their basic character design or an alternate outfit or it)

Formal

Training/Athletic

Battle (this may overlap with either 1. or 3. for some characters, but let's assume they actually get geared up for battle)

Hot weather (your typical summer clothes)

Cold weather (sweaters, winter coats, you name it)

Swimwear

Canon event (may overlap with some other categories, but I made this a separate thing for the lore opportunities it provides) - Make sure to specify what canon event you want!

Stealing clothes - You can include who the character should steal from in your ask, otherwise I will pick the victim myself.

Holiday-themed - Pick your holiday! Any holiday counts.

Fandombend - Pick your fandom! (This will probably come with some headcanons on what the OC would be like in the new fandom)

Inspired by a song - Please, pick a song! Preferably from the OC's playlist. I should have a playlist for almost every OC. Hop into the "#playlist" tag on my blog to find them and, if they're not posted over there anywhere, tap on any playlist that's there, let it take you to my Spotify profile, and hop into the "Character Playlists" folder!

↬ Step 3: If you want, pick an extra prompt! Your options are:

Historical - Please specify your time frame! You don't necessarily have to, but I tend to be an indecisive little gremlin, so it would make things a little easier if you could pick ^^"

Fantasy (This, of course, makes little sense if the OC is already in a fantasy setting)

Sci-fi (Once again, this makes little sense if the OC is already in a sci-fi setting)

Steampunk

Cultural - Please pick a culture for me to take inspiration from! It doesn't have to be a real-life culture. For example, you could pick Japan for some kimono art or you could pick the Kuja from One Piece!

Color prompt - Pick your color! I ask that you do keep it at one color so that I have some more freedom, and I won't take specific hex codes either because those specific hex codes might clash with the OC's color palette

Prompt of your choice - This can be literally anything! Yes, also an occasion, in which case it would replace your original occasion prompt. I just didn't have the space to add in all occasions known to man, so if you have another idea, this is where to put it.

↬ Step 4: Send your ask! Done!

Once you've sent your ask, please keep in mind that it might take me a while to answer it. I'll then make a collage/moodboard and get the ask posted. Maybe, I'll also draw your prompt, depending on if I have the energy and/or time for it. If I plan on doing that, I'll let you know in the post and tag you once I have the drawing finished! I may also be swayed into adding a little fic snippet to the answer, if I do feel so inclined. Maybe a song to match the vibes? It'll be a little surprise!

► Rules:

Be nice! It's not hard, and it's basically all I ask.

This is the one time you might not want to shower me in asks because these asks might take a bit to answer. I'm not putting a cap on how many asks per person you're allowed to send, just maybe be mindful of how long they take to answer and space them out over the time of the event.

I'll be accepting asks from the time that this is posted until March 17th. The event ends with the strike of midnight starting the next day. Whenever that may be in your time zone. As long as it's still 23:59 on March 17th somewhere around the world, send in your ask. I might also extend the event if asks keep coming in and I have the energy to keep going.

↬ Additional info for mutuals: You get to ask for crossovers! Just pick one of my OCs and one of yours and I'll try my best to draw them. I might bother you for references though, so be prepared! It doesn't matter how long we've been mutuals for! It could've been five minutes, you're still allowed to send in crossover asks. As long as we're mutuals, let's say, at the time that the ask is answered, it's all good. In practice, that means that you just need to be following me to be able to send in a crossover request. If you ask nicely and maybe say something about why you'd think why our two children would go well together and we share a fandom, it's very unlikely that I'll deny your request and won't follow you back.

Also, if you've ever wanted to say something about my OCs and/or me and my blog, this might be the perfect time for you to do it.

Okay, that's it for now! Love you, everyone! Here's to more fandom-y shenanigans!

Also, behold my new non-OC post divider! It features a lineart sketch of my blog icon in the middle! The icon was designed by @benevolenterrancy pretty much exactly two years ago when they realized my old icon was not, in fact, a unicorn. I still go full-on heart-eyes mode whenever I see my icon, so I figured it was time to remind everyone of the amazing artist that created it <3

Taglist: @starcrossedjedis @oneirataxia-girl @daughter-of-melpomene @fluffle-system @wheresmybloodynauglamir @supermarine-silvally @nanukanal @cody-helix02 (I believe this is the first time I've ever used my full taglist, aka the basic taglist plus everyone from fandom-specific taglists - wowie!) - Let me know if you'd like to be added or removed, for specific fandoms or the general list!

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Vanessa Gilles Le Progrès Article (May 14, 2024)

Lyon's favorite chaotic wine aunt muses on the upcoming games and, for once, doesn't out details about a player's private life. Some would call that progress.

Blah blah standard disclaimers apply; @OL Comms Dept pls chip in for Starbucks or my AC bill I am begging you; maybe if some of you put in as much focus into getting a job as you do stalking players you might be able to break said parasocial relationship; banning stans from stadiums would solve a lot of problems real quick; y'all know the speech by now.

VANESSA GILLES LE PROGRES ARTICLE

Vanessa Gilles before Olympique Lyonnais Féminin - PSG: "Give everything we have and recover"

It's no longer games but finals that Lyon is playing one after the other. For Vanessa Gilles, it would be a mistake to focus on the UWCL Final on May 25 before playing the play-off league final on Friday.

Getting past [Stade de] Reims in such a manner was important, even a relief with these playoffs which put everything back in play?

It's good to score lots of goals and especially, as a defender, to not concede any. It gives us a lot of confidence going forward, be it against Paris [Saint-Germain] and later. But it wasn't just a relief. We are conscious of everything we have done this season in terms of performance and regularity. And if we managed to recreate that, we knew we had the best chances against Reims, and now we are capable of winning against PSG.

The risk of another mishap such as the loss against Fleury in the Coupe de France doesn't linger in your heads?

We talk a lot about that game against Fleury but we didn't have an easy season with time zones and scheduling. That game was a Friday night, Lindsey and I had just come back from the Gold Cup and a long trip, we had injured players. It's difficult when you can't put up the team that you want. It wasn't catastrophic [debatable...] but we knew how to learn from that experience for the future because you know that that kind of game, with a draw and the lottery of penalties, can happen. We don't want that scenario against PSG.

It will be the sixth match-up of the season against PSG. Aren't you fed up?

It's a bit hard playing them again and again, but you have to deal with it. It's like if I compared the game to a derby. Other than having won the Trophee [des Championnes], which was really motivating, it's always a question of pride against PSG, with a desire to give everything for the club, the fans, the staff.

Since you know each other by heart, is it complicated to surprise each other?

Obviously, we know each other really well tactically. But the beauty of football is there can be surprises and we can always expect something different. It's never the same game against Paris [Saint-Germain]. With these playoffs, everything starts from scratch. We have to tell ourselves that it's the first time of the season that we are playing them.

Paris [Saint-Germain] doesn't have anything left to play whereas they're in the final of the UWCL for Lyon. Does that context change anything?

It would be a mistake for us to focus on the Champions League. Before [Stade de] Reims, the idea was to take one game at a time without thinking of the next one. Reims helped prepare us for Paris. Paris can now help us prepare for Barcelona.

In the 5 match-ups this season, there are 4 wins for Lyon and a draw. Does that matter?

It gives us a sort of psychological advantage. Even more so because we are playing at home at Groupama [Stadium], with I hope an identical amount of fans who have us the energy to overturn the situation in the UWCL semi-final [note: not going to happen, last numbers had attendance circa 13,000. More on that later]. The energy they gave us was enormous and that also plays a part on the mental aspect because you have almost 40,000 people who are pushing you until the last minute.

Was that game a turning point in the season?

I don't think so. We have shown solidarity throughout the whole season, like at Brann, in Norway, where we played 10 against 11 on artificial turf with particular weather conditions. We were also behind in the league against Reims, Fleury or PSG. Lyon's strengths are solidarity and mentality. We are really a team who love each other, who like being together. Despite such a long and difficult season, there is never any drama, no fighting. [emphasis added] No matter who is on the field, there is always that continuity and same mentality. That's why this club wins trophy after trophy. Because you can't think it is going to be easy. But to have now lived it, the mentality and team spirit really make a difference, even if of course there is a lot of quality with the players.

In hindsight, how did Lyon not fall apart in that semifinal against Paris [Saint-Germain]?

The substitutes, like Amel Majri and Danielle van de Donk, helped the team and brought energy which did a lot of good. That game proved once more that we aren't an 11-player team and that everyone is involved. And the support from the public, like I said. Lyon is a team that never gives up and fights until the end. Even in the league, when we're winning 5-0, we always want more and want to score more.

Paris [Saint-Germain] struggled in the semifinals of the playoffs whereas Lyon was almost flamboyant. Does that reflect the Lyon dynamic?

When you play a competition, and the playoffs are one, it's always difficult to draw conclusions from the previous game. From the moment the game starts it's 0-0. You have to approach it with a lot of concentration and be in competition mode, which means 90 minutes without extra time, and therefore without the hope of being able to make up in case there is there is a draw at the end of regular time. Anything can happen in that type of formula.

Tabitha Chawinga has caused you a lot of problems. Do you have to stop her to stop Paris [Saint-Germain]?

She has done a fantastic season and her stats prove that. She has been consistent and impressive for her first season in France. Now, there isn't just Chawinga. PSG has a lot of talent with Baltimore, Geyoro, Katoto, Karchaoui... But we have players who can cause problems as well and there is no doubt it will be a very close game. We will need to concentrate on what we did well, especially the return game against PSG.

Is she the forward who has personally caused you the most difficulty?

It's difficult to go that far because I have played with a lot of teams and the context isn't always the same. With Lyon, we play with a pretty high block, so there is a lot of space behind and that's Chawinga's strength. When she can accelerate ... she accelerates! But I've always played against Ada Hegerberg, Kadidiatou Diani, Sam Kerr, or even Sophia Smith with the National Team, and those aren't walks in the park either! As a defender, those are the duels you want to be up against and which motivate you. Those are the types of games where you can measure yourself against. It brings different types of emotions to play against the best, with different styles. Because Katoto is also amongst the best players in the world and her too, we will need to stop.

Would you have preferred to quietly prepare for Barcelona rather than play another final 8 days beforehand?

That's a good question but since I have never experienced a UWCL final, it's difficult to answer. Now, those have experienced UWCL finals haven't experienced playoffs either... Ill said it again: it would be a mistake to focus on May 25. This final against Paris {Saint-Germain], we have to give it our all, leave it all out there, and then recover and focus on a different final. For the moment, we aren't even thinking about Barcelona.

At Lyon, like a fish takes to the water Having arrived in September 2022 with a 9-month contract following the injury to Griedge MBock, Vanessa Gilles is now linked to Lyon through June 2025 after having extended twice: "I've always said it. Lyon is a club where you are integrated easily and where you feel at home. The former president, the directors, the players, the staff members who have come in have built a culture that I haven't experienced anywhere else: we feel respected, valued, which gives you an enormous amount of confidence. Everyone feels very involved, even when you are on the bench. That explains why the players who come rarely want to leave."

[where-dreamers-go]

Reading and rambling: The Fork, the Witch, and the Worm

(Tales from Alagaësia VOLUME 1: ERAGON)

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PART ONE: THE FORK

I. Mount Arngor

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Ahem.

*looks at tiny, cute, little, colored map of the EASTERN REACHES*

That looks like it would have taken me the days to color. *imagining the ache of non-stop coloring the same spot over and over and over)

Anyway, what's with the random mountain? They don't get earthquakes do they?

*flipping pages*

Angela! Angela!

... Hmm 2018 copyright. Took me long enough.

*sees drawing of a fork*

Oh! The Little Mermaid! Cool.

What's with the hanging ornament with the page numbers? Should I know these symbols??

The day had not gone well.

I'm sorry. .. Blackberry mead... Like wine or expensive juice?

...picking berries in Palancar Valley.

Awh. Farm boy.

A pang of homesickness struck him.

Now?

...the Academy...

Academy? Oh okay. Not sure I even thought of him giving it a name. Then again he gives names to a number of things. Right?

He sighed, finding the sight depressing.

Do you need help? I can do that. Is it a lot for you? Or a lot in general? Are you exaggerating "mounds"?

It stood alone in the green expanse...

Oh, gosh of I were a place to have dragons... Where would I be? Hmmm. Maybe the big random mountain. A good stronghold though.

Two weeks of sailing to get there??? No. A close environment with the elves and Eragon? No. Can't do it.

How many names can this mountain have? Au least the dwarves know their history. Also, what the crap, elves? You know the mountain's name, but not where or why it has the name??? What? Like that's all you remember from class or something? Not important enough as your obsession with dragons and controlling nature that you claim to respect?

Dealing with them had proven far more frustrating than Eragon anticipated...

FINALLY! Eragon is with all the races in one place. Not just one. At least the dwarves gave him access to history and a MAP back in the day. But now... Oh oooooh. Do you know how happy I am, years later after reflection, that he's able to compare and contrast people? Also in a completely different situation.

Okay, so Eragon is eating. But it's never enough with all the energy he's using to help build??!?!!

I need to introduce him to carbs and stuff. Something.

Good, good. He doesn't want to experience anything like what happened fighting the Empire. Yeah, exciting, Eragon, but... Maybe you need a small hobby to entertain you.

"Barzûl," Eragon muttered.

Oh! That's a curse word. I know that. Right? Wait... Ha! Yeah.

A quill. Good to know.

Awwwwhhh he sleeps under one of Saphira's wings. Where else would he sleep? A rock?

Oh my goodness. Eragon and Saphira, let me do the paperwork. Just pay me in telling me what words you use to get the hair off your face.

A dragon destroyed his homework. That's messed up. I'd be upset about just that. Why don't you just burn it? Huh?

I wanna help decorate the halls!!! The echoes must be creepy in a place that large.

...and then the elves had refined the details.

Dude! The dwarves know very well how to build! When was the last time elves build anything out of stone? You didn't like Eragon's plan enough?? Just want the last say?

Darn, Eragon, get an assistant. Please.

I'll do it, but I require indoor plumbing and a cool cloak.

Oh. Eragon wants to problem solve. He wants to feel productive. Same.

Okay. I need to look up what an 'eyrie' is exactly.

Yeah, those Eldunarí need years of therapy. Poor things.

They can feel the light on their facets? For real or...?

Oh, the elves did windows. Cool. Cool.

*reads about Eragon talking with dragons*

See? I was right. Eragon needs something to do to distract himself.

Wow. That's a lot of information. I'm glad to see Eragon in a different setting, not war. But it's very new for him having so much pressure for the present to make sure the future is safer.

He's working smarter, but also a lot harder.

Woo!

[palettepainter]

How dare you create a precious Floyd x Janice love child and not tell us anything about them

I MUST KNOW MORE ABOUT YOUR BOY, CALEB

I really wanted to draw some responses to this but since I've got a feeling I'm gonna be busy in these weeks running up to Christmas and new year you'll just have to have some facts. However I can offer this doodle of baby Caleb and Animal, for some reason this didn't upload in the first post I made with him?

-He's literally vine energy, so many vines fit him so well (Kid Caleb: "Lookat all does chickens!" // Older Caleb "Road work ahead? Uh, yeah, I sure hope it does"). I can go on but I don't wanna fill this with too many vine quotes, I've been wanting to draw a little comic of kid Caleb and Floyd to one vine but that'll likely have to be a newyear thing I work on

-Gas station sushi is his life and blood

-As a child he tried to eat things he wasn't supposed to, a lot. Dirt, flowers, coins, guitar plectrums, rocks, bracelet beads. Floyd more often than not spent his time trying to pry something nonedible out of Caleb's hands when he was little

-No thoughts, head empty, only vibes

-He will and has followed a snail around the theatre for three hours

-Haircutt?? Hairdressers?? No thanks. He's terrified of hair dressers

-He was a bit of a crybaby as a kid

-He likes to collet shiny rocks/crystals and give them to people he likes

-All of his good genes went to his looks and his singing voice Caleb has a total of three braincells, those braincells being the ones that successfully ate dirt when he was a kid

-He can sleep standing up

-Is a natural on the bass and the drums (Animal was excited to show him how to play them) but naturally he leans more towards the guitar

-As well as playing the bass Caleb can also play a ukulele, harmonica and acoustic guitar

-He likes kids, finds them easy going but they can stress him out sometimes

-Talk to him about literally anything and he'll just sit there, you could talk about rock formations, and he'll sit there nodding and humming. He will not understand a word you're saying but he'll listen

-I made a doodle about this in the post I made with Caleb's design but when he was a baby he was terrified of the rest of the band, except for Animal. It took him a while to warm up to them, but he loves them now, the band probably tease him about it sometimes, but they never mean any ill will

-Mama's boy and isn't ashamed about it, it took him ages to call Floyd pa, and when he did call him Pa it was probably right in the morning when the band got up and Floyd didn't even realise until minutes later

-I don't know if I'll make this cannon or not but I've been entertaining the idea of Caleb having some form of stage fright. He's totally fine preforming with his parents and the band and even to some of the other muppets, but to a live audience and infront of a camera?? This might sound silly but I've had the idea that Caleb first goes on stage to preform alongside his folks when he's 13 - Floyd and Janice where super excited as was the rest of the band, Caleb got many pats on the back cuz he was "offically part of the band!". While the band are waiting to go on stage Caleb peaks a glance at the audience through the curtains and he realises just how big the audience is, how many eyes are going to be on him, how - if he messes up - the WHOLE world is going to see on their TV's. Then right as Bobo gives the band the go ahead to go on stage Floyd turns around to Caleb to ask if he's ready to rock, only to see that Caleb is gone - leading to the band having to quickly improvise on stage cuz Caleb isn't there to play or sing his parts. Again this is all a loose maybe idea

-His favourite animals are snails, but he also likes sloths, manatees, penguins and cats

-Sunflowers are his favourite flowers

-He likes it when people braid his hair, he finds it therapeutic

-Out of the band he probably vibes with Pepe and Rizzo the most

-Totally chill with having his nails painted he's down for a spa day

And that's all I got for now!

[mythicaldemigoddess-of-deltarune]

When Your Pendulum Pulls A Prank About The King Of Lust Being Your Ex...(Note To Self, Throw Salt On It Later)

[Note: Mature Reader Audience Only, also reading this post is optional meaning you don't have to read it if you don't want to. also this will talk a bit about the Toxic-Religious Groups as well as Toxic-Satanist being a part of that list of groups....also will be talking about the Adorkable Sweet Potatoes That are some Fans OTP, that are Fizz x Ozzie from Helluva Boss. and also talk a bit about Hazbin Hotel at some point as well, but also talk about the possibility of the Ozzie from our universe being my past life self's former lover...but for all I know my pendulum could be pranking me again, which once again, sometime this month I will use the salt on it. also there is a reason why this will have a tag that says "not for kids" just like most posts, even if the post might not be super mature or super graphic, it can still make some form of hints. so yeah, even if this post might not be super mature, I still rather have this be read by mature reader audiences only, but reading this post is still optional, so only read this post if you want to. ]

when I can, I will make a part 2 of the whole "Hazformers Ships: Blitzdust/Blitzhusk/Huskdust Plus More"

but before that I will do this post first, then post a drawing that is a Crossover drawing that also reflects on my new beliefs which still not gonna force convert, but at least some people know better than to force convert people and don't use the whole "if you leave you will go to h-e-double hockey sticks." but they will kick you out if you seem a bit "crazy" or if you are caught "selling their goods, which happens to be vegetables or fruits."

even though I wasn't a part of the religion that did that, but one of my family was, well I think two actually, one of them had to fake being crazy to be kicked out, and the other was falsely accused.

hopefully those who are part of the same religion as those jerks, don't keep someone from leaving by throwing that whole "You'll go to Heck" and making them too scared to leave so they have to fake crazy so they can be kicked out, or the whole false charges and selling someone that belongs to them and their group.

maybe for all we know, the two family that were a part of that group, ended up in the wrong ones that were a disgrace to the other groups that were part of that religion...

yeah, anyway you know how there is the whole past lives thing and sometimes we pretty much get messed up in some of them, even if you can recall bits and pieces of past life memories, but at the same time there isn't a full picture....and sometimes you may learn.

and yeah hopefully some Guardian Angels are improving better in protecting the ones they are suppose to protect, even if it can be normal to get hurt at times, like scrapping the knee and you have to get the right alcohol to put on it, and you know it will sting and depending on how bad it is, it could either sting a little or a whole lot.

not doing anything when the one your suppose to be protecting, has their life in form of extreme danger and them not being able to protect themselves and being helpless, it will be seen as pretty fragging messed up.

I do have some trust issues with some percent of Male/Masculine Angels now, and I don't think I can get some people to fully understand or accept that.

I mean if some info is true, it would mean that some percent of them have a very messed up sense of "punishing" and the so called "justice", I mean if you puppet humans into messing with stuff and doing something really REALLY bad, just to prove that humans are themselves are "bad" you aren't really helping the case, because by influencing the really REALLY bad and extremely bad stuff, it will only show me that I can't fully trust some half of the Masculine energy ones who make me see that it ain't just some percent of really super bad people that are human in this world that can be the problem.

there is still good people in this world, but they don't have to be perfect and sometimes people do make mistakes but can try to do better.

I do have a idea on how Mars can get a type of fresh and breathable atmosphere which can allow colonization of the planet.

like taking a type of bubble, a type that can't be ripped easy, like take a type of large pot and put some form of artificial soil then plant some tree seeds in it, it could be best to get type of metal domes to be closed around the bubbles that the trees will be in, to protect it from any harmful weather on Mars.

even if such a idea could take months or a few years or so, it could be possible with some form of tests, and even if some run into a few hiccups on the way, and even when regrowing some trees here on Earth, we could save some percent of the seeds we don't use to form more safe and breathable air on Mars.

and anyway to get to the topic which shows in the title of this, I know that some of you know that the whole thing I figured out after the whole thinking about technically being a Earth Angel, but ya know a Defective Type who doesn't work at 100% like the other ones.

and there is that whole having half my ancestors being Royalty, which ends up having the whole "Earth Angel Princess" pop into my head.

but yeah, even though I'm still making sure not to use my pendulum too much, but of course curiosity got to me, and there is that whole pendulum moving clockwise fast for "Yes" about confirming that the king of lust, was well...that we were in a relationship once, it possibly happen before the past life I had before this one.

and yeah even if someone had finally retrieved me, which is still good but at the same time, if the reason why it had partly happen because of what happen in attic, then yeah still going to have that trust issues.

the positive and good masculine energy needs to be a bit higher in levels than the toxic-masculine energy, and yeah the toxic-feminine energy isn't as dangerous or as a high as a worry as it's toxic-masculine counterpart but it can still be a problem if not fixed properly through some form of healing.

and yeah, I know the chances of some reading this is well possibly not likely but I guess some might end up reading it anyway.

but yeah, even if I do end up using the whole salt which is the food salt, to use on my pendulum to get it to be 100% truthful and not pull such a prank, that is if it is a prank...

there could be a chance it isn't lying and it is being truthful.

and for all I know, when I was retrieved which I don't know how many years it took during that life, but time in the afterlife could work slightly different than it is in the mortal realm where we are.

but yeah, it could be possible they have ways to rejuvenate a soul back to how it was made, meaning it could be possible that my soul had went back to how it first appeared as before it grew-up and matured, and it had to do so all over again.

and yes, even when I did try to have the pendulum go circle slowly for "No" for meaning that we were NOT ya know, lovers once...

but no matter how many times I tried to get it to say "No", it kept going clockwise fast for "Yes"...and yeah it will do that, even if you want the opposite answer that you believe to be true.

so yeah, when I can, I will use the salt on it, and if it keeps doing that whole "Yes" reply when it involves well the Asmodeus of this universe...I might have to accept it but maybe try not to think about it.

and for all I know, for most of my life before this one, I might of felt alone and yeah being hurt in a certain way because of some humans who shouldn't even be considered humans anymore when they cross that line, can possibly leave it's mark on your soul, even if it might be a good thing that you don't have a full memory about it, but you might recall bits and pieces.

and when I say that my soul may have went through a rejuvenate, that would also mean I would of became a Maiden again as well.

like it could be possible that while a soul doesn't have a organic form, once they die a bit too young, they could still end up growing up both physically and mentally.

also, even if I might have some complex issues with the Asmodeus of this universe, one of which involves possibly being former lovers, even if it wasn't really plan that way, but it wouldn't of happen if it weren't for some toxic-religious jerks who I shouldn't be forced forgive, and even if there was a real life hotel that does redeem sinners, they shouldn't be allowed in, same goes for the corrupted camps that are run by disgusting inhuman filth that would dare harm a child....

and yeah, you do not want to know what kind of punishment I have in mind for certain men that cross a very disgusting line, it would be possibly like a type of Horror Movie, like the punishment being more for them when they go to Hell, which I still believe that before that place became Hell it was once fully part of the Earthly Queendom until it had to be placed under quarantine because of the imbalance that was going on.

and for centuries some of percent of the masculine energy, which being the toxic-masculine part, influences and corrupts as well as do whatever the heck it wants, regardless that it may possible do domestic harm to the feminine energy.

anyway, I know that my pendulum has been known to pull pranks on me at times, and yeah when I can maybe later today or tonight or whenever, I can use the salt on it.

and maybe part of the reason why the masculine energy has some parts of it having toxic energy in it, that puts males first and females last, and well even those who are nonbinary last, and there are different types of nonbinary...

and anyway what I'm getting at, is that one of the reasons why toxic-masculine is well, the way it is, might have to do with Annunaki.

and yeah, as weird as it might seem, I think both the Adam from this universe and even some counterpart versions of him, like from the Lucifer Tv Series and even Hazbin Hotel, are the way they are because of the Annunaki heritage.

which I will talk more about in another post.

and I can't help but like Ozzie and Fizz from Helluva Boss, they are like Adorkable Sweet Potatoes that must be protected.

Charlie's Dad is more like a Adorkable Apple Goober, which I'm still going to call him that and I have notice that he is a bit like Blitz from Helluva Boss, of course one is horse crazy and the other is duck crazy.

if it were possible, I would say we trade Lucifers, I say we get the Adorkable Apple Goober. XD

but I know that isn't really possible, but I still want to give the one from our universe the cold hands to face punishment for not thinking about the whole doing that rebellion during when the balance between the Masculine and Feminine were already in a very super fragile state.

I don't care if it turns out I'm way shorter than him, I will find a way to reach up and use my cold hands on that Morningstar Goober of this universe.

I don't think my hands are cold enough at the moment, but he is still gonna be on the list of the cold hands to face punishment.

I'm still going to call myself the "Eveningstar Princess" because well not just because of the whole being a Earth Angel, and there is that whole being a descendant of both Cain and Seth, which still make them Grunkle-Grandpas...

but it has to do with that weird thing that went on before my Mom finally had me, which had to do with her having Evening Sickness and never getting Morning Sickness.

that is why I like that weird nickname I gave myself, because of that weird info that is also interesting.

plus I still don't know if there were any other Moms that got Evening Sickness or any other Sickness that never happen during the Morning.

and ya know, it could be possible the Masculine sides of both the Seven Sins and the Seven Virtues can both have a positive and negative sides, like it is good to have diligence but not to overdo it and at least relax and make sure to take it easy.

I mean if diligence has anything to do with working as hard as you can, then there should be some kind of balance to it where you do work with as much diligence as you can, but not to go without taking a break and to relax before going back to work on what you are doing.

and yeah, I already know about the Twin Flame Halves of some of the Archangels that are their Feminine Counterparts, but this makes me wonder whatever happen to the Feminine Counterparts of the ones who became the embodiment of the seven sins, like were they put into some kind of cryogenic ethereal sleep or they weren't able to be born yet all those centuries ago because of the imbalance or what...?

well it could be possible the Feminine Counterparts of the Archangels, could still be trying to help fix and heal the Feminine energy, and even if it does show signs of getting better, there is still some problems that can have to do with the small bit of Toxic-Masculine.

I also want to say, that even if the Asmodeus from this universe and the one from the fictional universe that is Helluva Boss are different from each other and may have different personalities.

but they could for all we know, share the same dislike for artificial love where it isn't real or of consent.

plus if someone did have to use a love spell, it shouldn't be forcing someone into a artificial romantic relationship.

a true love spell, that let's you find your zing, should be more like helping ya find each other but never to force the love between you, only give the push and let it come naturally as well as the consent.

but the problem with some love spells, is that they do end up forcing a type of artificial fake love, which isn't okay.

and with how some humans are, they put the whole s*x as something that is more important than the emotional romantic type....

and even if what my pendulum had gave a answer to, wasn't a prank, but that is just....I can't be someone I don't have a full memory of, and yeah I know I had bad luck with some ex-boyfriends before, which were online boyfriends, but that was like before I had ended up well ya know Aroaceflux, and it could be possible the reason I fell for the wrong guys, might of had to do with the toxic-lust energy flying around the air around me, which I'm glad I started to wearing gem bracelets all the time and only take them off when I have to, well I had to get some dream-catcher to protect me as well, from not just incubus but also humans as well.

at least some Aces never had to deal with that, and yeah it could be possible I may of use to be Demiromantic and never really realized it.

and there is that whole realizing that most of my seizures I would have when we lived at the other places we lived before living in the town we live at now (even if we had to move from one place to a new place that is still in this town...), they would end up being caused by not just a place with some bad energy, but also by people.

like if your in a very large room with a whole bunch of people, and you might not know your letting your guard down and you will end up having a seizure because of the type of photosynthesis that has to do with a lot of people's energy end up being absorbed into your body.

not all epilepsy will be the same, and there can be some that actually do need the medicine.

also even if I and Fizzarolli are 100% different, but besides a character from a awesome fan fic I have been reading, reminding me a bit of my own childhood but still being different, like yeah our Dads not really being there are still different, but my Dad wasn't there for when I was being born, and well I can't help but think maybe both my parents in this life, are a bit Gray-Parents...

maybe if my family hadn't left me and my big brother alone to play alone in a room, I wouldn't of end up in that little accident.

I may have told this before, about the scar I have that is well on the right side of my eye, well it's not on the eye, it is like some place that is almost close to the corner. I had to go to the hospital, which I think it was some kind of emergency care.

but yeah, even if it isn't very noticeable, but I think it might only be if you look really close to where it is, like I can see it if I'm looking in a mirror and get my face really close to the mirror...well close enough as I can to the mirror.

I know I had that panic attack in 2015, which ended up having my head hit the ceiling of the car, but that may have to do with a certain fear and my Semi-Androphobia, which the "Andro" part has to do with Men, not a Android, which some know that already.

and yeah, I don't like being alone in a car and away from the safe zone of the house or apartment that I live in.

I think if I remember right, it was around 2023 where I was feeling that not great feeling when waiting in the car, and well even if my family says it could be anxiety but I'm still not sure about that.

I know that I didn't like how long they were taking in the building they went into, and even if it wasn't like the time in 2015, but I think the reason why it wasn't, was because I was able to get myself better controlled, so I didn't end up fully panicking like I did during 2015.

and yeah, because of a third close call dream I had, I had to replace a dream-catcher in my room, I mean I can still use the one on the door for well, protecting me while not being in the room.

but there was still something wrong with the last dream-catcher that we got for me, and I'm not talking about the one that is currently outside the door to my room, to protect me from the toxic-lust energy from someone who sleeps in another room.

but the reason why the protective barrier may have open up and let that bad toxic-lust energy through and end up causing a third close call, which in that dream I had to claw at that eyes of that clone's eyes.

it might of have to do with the dream-catcher that has some really bad energy, I have it as far away from me as possible even if it is still in the house.

and it is safely in a zip-bags with some salt in the bag as well, and if I have to, I could throw some more salt in there and not letting that dream-catcher out anytime soon.

if that dream that had that third close call happen, didn't happen while that dream-catcher was over me, then I wouldn't of had some kind of confirming that there was something bad wrong with it.

even if dream-catchers are suppose to protect you while you sleep, but if it isn't working like it is suppose to, then it might be best to take it down and out of your room and put some kind of barrier on it, which involves salt and prayer, which I'm not sure if that would work for everyone, but I'm still not letting that dream-catcher out of that bag with the salt in it.

I'm also going to make sure not to use my pendulum too much, and only use it once in a while, and I still plan to use the salt on it because of the whole it giving a "Yes" about the whole Asmodeus being a lover...which even if it were fully true, and it wasn't some kind of prank even after trying to use the salt and some prayer on the pendulum, what does that make him like not only a ex-lover, but like some kind of ex-boyfriend...?

Fizz is lucky to have his Ozzie, and even if they were jerks to Moxxie and Millie before, but they have that Adorkable Sweet Potatoes side to them, they are just too freaking adorkable.

Alastor from Hazbin Hotel, is some kind of Adorkable Strawberry Overlord...I'm still glad I don't have 100% the same powers as him though, and the freaky thing that happens with the modern radio, lucky only happens once in a while, like when I put my fingers close to it, the green light will be on and when I move it away the green light will be off, I guess it depends.

like the times it will have a perfect signal when I put my fingers close to it, and when I take it away it will be poor again, and I think it might happen in vice-versa.

I think Ozzie from Helluva Boss, while being the other half of the Adorkable Sweet Potatoes Ship, and being a hopeless Blue Cotton Candy Prince who is in love with Fizz, he might respect his partner/boyfriend's personal space when he needs it, which if it does happen, it could happen once in a while, and Fizz would still want to be with Ozzie, because those two could be seen as zings.

and we might find out in the future on how those two Adorkable Sweet Potatoes fell in love, which might be a bit different from what some fans would except, plus it could of taken those two time to fully fall in love and admit their feelings for each other.

maybe we will get a Flashback on how Moxxie and Millie fell in love as well, which would be great if that happen in the future even if it might not happen until a few seasons later.

maybe I wouldn't be the only Earth Angel that had ended up in a situation before ending up being reborn again later, and well even if it being more than once, and it could be possible dying way too earlier more than once could cause some form of trauma and damage to the soul which could take a lot of time to heal, but the scars could still be there.

some Earth Angels, could experience some form of trauma that was done to them not just in their present life but also from their past life either it just being one or more than just one of the past lives they have.

some could end up getting some form of trauma, either it be physical or emotional that was caused by Toxic-Religious people, and there can be different levels of being Toxic-Religious, some being not as dangerous or as extremely bad, but all the levels of Toxic-Religious People can still be really bad for some who could also be Religious, and some who aren't Religious at all but can be hurt by the Toxic-Religious People involved.

and yeah, some might not get fully over being hurt by some Toxic-Religious people, even the ones that are not as dangerous but are still toxic and who couldn't shut the heck up with their misuse of words and kept throwing them despite you telling them to stop it and how it was making you feel really bad and making ya cry.

I don't think I will ever be okay with what that that Toxic-Religious Jerk did to me, I mean even if they don't have to believe in the Goddess as well, which if some do it should only be of their own free will and of their not because they are being forced.

and yeah besides them misusing those words at me, for believing in a Goddess now, to which I can still believe in both her and God as well.

but I think the other reason that Toxic-Religious Jerk was being insensitive and ignoring my hurt feelings, may also have to do with my being Nonbinary, and well during the time still figuring out the type of Nonbinary I am when I may have talked about believing in both a Goddess now as well as talking about being Nonbinary.

and yeah, at some point during that time, I think I thought I was Gyno-Agender....plus I think my type of Nonbinary was still going through a type of Metamorphosis like a Butterfly, and had entered a Chrysalis stage at some point.

I still go by She/Her, and I can go by They/Them as well.

I don't know other Earth Angels, who are both a "Earth Angel Princess" and Nonbinary, and well there could still be Guy Earth Angels as well, and some of them could end up being Earth Angel Princes.

and yeah, this post was a mix of talking about the Adorkable Sweet Potato Ozzie with his Partner/Boyfriend Fizz, and even talking about the Ozzie from this universe, and how my pendulum could be pulling a prank on me about us having been lovers.

so yeah, not sure if any other Earth Angel end up in that kind of thing, even if it does turn out it is true and not some kind of prank.

but I'm still gonna use the salt on it when I'm able to, either later today or tonight or maybe tomorrow...

I'm weird and of course I'm gonna try to use that food salt on it, just in case the pendulum was pulling one of its pranks or like half-truths again......still gonna make sure not to use the pendulum too much, and only use it every once in a while.

I think I will post the Crossover drawing I did first, before making that part 2 that talks about ships, and anyway by some chance some did actually read this, not everyone has to take it seriously even if I am being truthful about what went on with my pendulum, and how even though I wanted it to give a "No" it end up still giving a "Yes"...

if I'm not able to use the salt on it today or later tonight or even tomorrow, I will try to get around to using the salt on the pendulum when I'm able to, and even if it ends up giving the same reply, I might still need to accept it as the truth but try not to think about it too much.

I also think my Semi-Androphobia isn't as bad as most who have Androphobia as well, and there can be some who have it really REALLY super bad, and there could be some guys in this world that can have different levels of Gynophobia, some possibly having Semi-Gynophobia.

but you can't just not take Androphobia or Gynophobia seriously, and you can't fix it the wrong way, there could be baby-steps on how to help those with a fear of men and fear of women, and for all we know some might try the wrong type of helping when dealing with those types of fears.

and yeah, at times when I'm in the kitchen, which wasn't before but at some point has happen now...I do get the thoughts "don't touch me" whenever a male family member comes into the kitchen.

I know when I was little, I didn't like it when a boy kept touching my leg, even though we were both around the same age and in the same class, and I think at some point I never really thought about or fully realized I had hated being touched at times, like sometimes being okay but other times not being so.

well when I was little, that boy may have touched my leg, but he just rested his hand there, and that isn't okay, and it couldn't be normal either.

I know I really hated it and it made me upset.

plus it might not just be that bad experience, why I don't want to be touched at times, I mean there is such a thing as personal space, and yeah I get we were both little kids at the time and I might not remember everything when I was really little, but I know that whole thing that was happening, wasn't okay like at all.

and don't get me started on the ego of a female cousin who thought every guy wanted her, plus I can't help but question her now for a few reasons but if I feel like it, I can talk about about it some other time, I mean if I choose to talk about it.

anyway, besides the whole thing with my pendulum possibly pulling a prank on me, I hope we do get to know more about how Fizz and Ozzie met and at some point fell in love in Helluva Boss, even if we have to wait until either Season 3 or 4 to find out.

[kndrules]

in your take/au/adulthood shenanigans for Sector V, if they (like one of the couples or whatever) were to ever have kids, what would they be like?

ofc i stress "if" as by all means am only curious, doesn't have to be "canon" n whatnot lol

I AM SOOOOOO GLAD YOU ASKED...get ready for a long answer

Please note that all of these headcanons are cowritten by @sector-v and some of the kid OCs are his. I'll say which ones.

Let's start with Wally and Kuki

They foster kids, so a lot of kids have lived with them over the years, but three kids ended up sticking around. The two younger kids were adopted by them, and the older kid came into their home as an older teenager, so she just spent the rest of her childhood years with them.

Here they are:

Kat and Dirt Bug are in Sector V. I think Dirt's pronouns should be they/them instead maybe...I'm still developing these three, they're the newest of my kid OCs by several years. Dirt's name is like that because Wally let them name themself.

Kat- VERY energetic and impulsive. She's a bit sensitive, full of love and wonder, and prone to getting herself into trouble. She's very protective of her friends and siblings. She's also very into sports.

Dirt- Very curious and has absolutely no sense of danger. Also energetic, but mostly follows Kat around. Both Kat and Dirt LOVE bugs and collecting them. Dirt plays by their own rules, which they never share out loud. They somewhat live in their own reality, a lot like Kuki does.

Xue- She was in the foster system her whole life, so she's understandably standoffish around new people, including her new family. Her best friends are all internet friends. Wally and Kuki are trying to encourage her to get out more. I need to figure out more about her still.

Now for the Hoagie/Abby kids

I will admit my bias- Naomi is my favorite of all of them. Garth is @sector-v 's OC. Garth is short for Hogarth, making him Hogarth the Third!

(These drawings are from before I redesigned adult Hoagie)

Naomi is the leader of Sector V. Garth will join the KND too, but they won't be in Sector V at the same time, because of their age difference.

Naomi- Takes after both her parents to an alarming degree, but she has more energy than both of them put together. She loves inventing and engineering and is a huge extrovert. She's a natural leader who sometimes has a tendancy to be controlling. Her parents support anything she wants to do, so she's a very well-rounded kid with infinite resources. She's brilliant both academically and socially- and is a huge nerd...though she hates to be called one.

When she gets older, she's probably gonna start going by she/they

Garth- I don't know much about him yet, but he's definitely a typical younger brother in many ways.

Now...Lizzie and Nigel

They're a mixed family. Lizzie was married before she started talking to Nigel again, and she has one son from that previous marriage. His name is Joshua and he's @sector-v 's OC. Nigel becomes the Step Dad, but he hates being seen as the "parent" (he's got baggage about that). Lizzie and Nigel later have a child of their own, Monty Jr, who is also @sector-v 's OC. Actually this entire paragraph- pretend @sector-v wrote it, because these are all his ideas.

Joshua eventually joins Sector V, but was hesitant to at first.

Joshua- He and Naomi are inseparable best friends. Naomi got him to come out of his shell and pushed him to be more adventerous. Being raised by Lizzie, he's kind of meek and studious. He's a very well behaved kid, and Nigel doesn't know what to do with that.

Monty- I dunno he's a baby!

I could say more, but I think that's plenty! I have so many story ideas planned that feature them, but I have no idea if I'll ever draw them.

[utilitycaster]

Unpopular Opinion: I hate Wintercrest and Oltgar as Santa because it feels like it's just shoving xtianity into Exandria, but more than that, I hate xmas fics that don't even try to dress it up as Wintercrest instead. None of these characters are xtian (except maybe Caduceus).

Where's my poorly desguised Ramadan? Why is there no NPC that's just Hillel renamed? Will I never be free from this? (I know the answer is no)

NGL I say this as a Jewish person, disagree and also it's baffling to me that I've repeatedly seen people think Caduceus is the closest to Christianity when like, he's explicitly designed to draw far more from like, Shintoism. I also personally happen to find the Clay/Stone/Dust attitude towards death to be much more compatible with my ideas of death and afterlife than the Raven Queen paradigm. Like literally if someone could articulate what is inherently Christian about Caduceus I'd love to see it because like. Vax or Pike's worship and experiences especially both read as infinitely more Christian to me than any character from later campaigns.

Also I just. don't read a lot of fic and when I do it's usually set on Wildemount so it doesn't have Wintercrest, but also idk man (gn), we live in a predominantly Christian society, and to be clear this is a discussion I've had with my Jewish friends and with my family all the time but like, people fucking love a Christmas special. It's not going to change because Christmas is popular to them, so like, I'll skip it, but I'm really not going to spend any energy on having emotions on it. I don't really care that the CVS is playing Christmas music as long as it's not Do You Hear What I Hear, the worst fucking song on the planet. Kind of lost my train of thought here but my point is like Wintercrest exists because it was the cast's Christmas game session before they were the cast even, but just a group of voice actors who played D&D together in Travis and Laura's house, and I just don't have the time to be mad about it.

ALSO I do NOT want D&D Hillel personally like, not reopening my thoughts on goblins again but so many attempts by Christians to put Jewish rep in D&D worlds and Exandria in particular often kind of suck, and actual play set in other worlds is just not where I'm looking for rep. At best it's flat; at worst it's giving me when they tried to put Jewish representation in the season of Arrow where I gave up on watching and I was like "you could pay any ten year old Hebrew school student in like, candy or Pokemon cards or whatever ten year olds like now and they'd give you a better pronunciation of those words than you're doing."

Anyway this is all to say *Lenny Bruce Voice* FCG's attitude towards the Changebringer is Jewish, Imogen's attitude towards the gods is Goyish.

[zecromgen5]

Alright, here we go: I'm going to go over my thought and design process for some of my dragons, starting with my Seam dragon.

This is going to be a pretty long post, so all of what I'm going to be talking about will be below the cut.

So Seam was a unique case since in the actual game we only ever see their head in the seap. This provided me a unique opportunity to kind of do whatever I wanted with the dragon design, and admittedly I might have gone a bit overboard with the design and lore for them.

I knew I wanted to keep this dragon very cat-like, as well as lean into the fact that they were once a powerful magician. I went with an Asian Lung style dragon combined with a Lynx. Since Lung dragons are known for their magic, and a Lynx fit well because I could stylize their cheek-fluff to give a similar effect to Seams beard.

This design originally didn't have the flames present on the current design. I decided later on that I wanted to emphasize the fire magic aspect of this dragon, and I chose blue flames - 1. To compliment the orange on the design. And 2. Blue flames are hotter than normal fire, so choosing blue as the flame color sort of hints at how powerful Seam could be potentially.

(First VS. Current design)

Alright, here's the part where I talk about a abilities and lore specific stuff for this dragon.

Starting with abilities, Seam has the ability to conjure and control fire around them, and has a wide range of utility-based magic; one such ability being able to enchant items. So somewhat similar to an animus in Wings of Fire, with the main difference and drawback being that this magic takes a lot of energy to cast, instead of the whole "chipping away at your soul" thing animus magic has.

Being based off of an Asian Lung dragon, Seam does have the ability to fly using their magic.

When using their fire magic, the mane at the base of their neck will also increase in heat depending on the scale of the attack used. Their mane also moves similarly to fire when using magic.

For character lore, seam is the largest and one of the oldest dragons within the AU. They're around two and half thousand years give or take. So around late 60s-early 70s in human age. Why do I have him so old? I felt like it kinda fit with the Lung-style of dragon they are, but other than that I don't really have a reason. Seam good friends with the kings that reigned when they were around 100-200 years old and served the Royal line for most of their life. Up until Jevil had to be locked away. Since then they primarily serve as a trading post for the dragons of Scarlet Forest, and partially as a landmark due to their size.

(A joke drawing I did a while ago to show their size)

I have thought about making this dragon a smaller form for those times when being a giant isn't super convenient, but I haven't come up with a design I like yet so maybe someday. I'm open to people creating and suggesting designs for me if that's what they want to do.

And that's pretty much the long and short of Seam's design and lore. I'm not super used to writing things like this, so I hope this was coherent and didn't come off as too self-indulgent. If there are any suggestions as to a different dragon any of you want to see another post like this for, let me know. I would be happy to do this again. Also if there are any questions you have, feel free to ask and I will try my best to answer.

Alright, bye for now!

[hrodvitnon]

Weighing in on the Bagan/Destroyah stuff with some ideas of my own, because I've heard people mention it a few times:

What if Bagan and Destroyah were divided between routes? Like Destroyah being exclusive to Genocide and Bagan being solely a Coexistence Endgame threat. Here's my thought process for each:

Destroyah fits Genocide perfectly, I think. Godzilla would most likely fight him years after his rampage- and I think it's really telling his final fight would be against a monster created almost solely by a weapon humanity designed to kill him. I almost see Destroyah as a sort of humanity stand in- a grotesque monument to Godzilla's most horrific sin, made up of trillions of microorganisms, perhaps symbolic of everyone he slaughtered, born of perhaps many Oxygen Destroyers humanity kept up their sleeve in case a situation like a rampaging Godzilla happened. However, they were unable to kill Evolved Godzilla, and humanity was wiped out by the billions. It's almost like a karmic inversion of the classic Godzilla tale: where he is a metaphor for humanity's sin of harnessing nuclear energy into a weapon, and Destroyah is a metaphor for the sin of Genocide. Something else important: I think this should be a solo fight for Godzilla. As much as it would hurt Mothra and Abraxas and his family deeply to know that he would not come home from this fight, everyone kinda knows the weight of sin is something he alone must bear and atone for- even if atonement means death, which it ultimately does. It also marks a designated endpoint for Genocide, which I think really suits it as The Bad Ending® (Good Endings in games usually let the characters have a long life for making the proper choices, it's karmic sure but also narratively satisfying. Bad Endings... don't do that). I mean, you totally could have Destroyah be in Coexistence- but major reason why I don't really vibe with it is that he would kind of need to be the end of a major character (basically universally agreed to be Godzilla- it kinda just makes too much sense not to), but a Godzilla death in Coexistence just seems- weird to me. Sorry if this is blunt but like- why? What purpose would it even serve? Thematically he would've been fighting tooth, claw, and nail to build a good relationship with humanity and be a stalwart defender of the planet- despite horrific PTSD from Ghidorah and Xenilla, had taken so much shit from humanity and their crazy bullshit but refused to give up on them and go all murdery, and if Ozzy's alive there'd be the added aspect of him having to save him back when that all happened. I'm not sure how satisfying it would feel to only reward him with a heroic death when all of Coexistence points to a hard-fought happy ending where he gets to grow old with a humanity he's made peace with and a reunited family by his side (ikik; there goes tosho again with his 'no akctually this character should be allowed to live' crap. When's he gonna grow a pair and start letting people die in his HQs? Idk man maybe being a jjk fan has given me an aversion to deaths in stories or something, but to me characters are the beating heart of a story and I value them functionally in writing above every other aspect of a narrative- so whenever I want to kill one off I make sure I have a damn good reason to do so, as a lost character is directly trading off any later plots that could be written with them. lmao death rant in the middle of what's supposed to be a shorter ask, tbh normal behavior of mine at this point)

Ok, Bagan. Gotta credit my guy @zerm2v0hg for a lot of inspiration on this front, as lots of stuff here draws on their posts about Endgame-Abraxas stuff. Like Zerm mentioned he could have more of a personality compared against Des, which I think would suit him as a more sinister antagonist in Coexistence- a more cunning foe the Titans must overcome as opposed to the Icon of Sin lookalike in the other timeline who only cares about sweet bloodshed. A very important detail about Bagan is also that he's canonically made up of both Ghidorah and Godzilla's cells. So- what if this ends up being Ghidorah's next form? One of their asks did mention Ghidorah coming back to destroy London (to further fuck up Vivi, as if she needs further fucking up lol). This could be a kind of Composite Form of his that combines Ichi, Ni, and San's intelligence into a single mind for greater efficiency, merging both his and Godzilla's biology (or- semi-crack idea, he could see himself as kind of like a twisted offspring of Ghidorah and Godzilla; semi-crack because he'd call himself the son of Ghidorah and Godzilla and the entire cast would just deadpan at him while Godzilla tries not to retch at the thought of having a kid with Ghidorah). Either way, Bagan's big gimmick is his Shapeshifting power, where he modifies his body into different forms at will, like a controlled evolution- similar to what Shin does just way faster and efficient at killing his enemies. I feel like you'd need a full cast of fighters to take something like this on- as there's no way he'd be able to counter everyone at once, so when he swaps to counter one person someone else takes point against them, giving the others time to shine against him. Him being a new version of Ghidorah could also be kind of a progress report of how far the world and Titans has come since Boston- and even Russia.

I approve of Bagan and Destoroyah being Route exclusives. It's kind of like Pokemon! But with DEATH AND DESTRUCTION.

[vesperewrites]

Hi, I don't know if using your ask inbox as a 'Lucemond Fandom Confessional' is appropriate but, I wanted to give my two cents if that was okay? As someone who has read and written in this fandom since season 1 wrapped up, I think a lot of people forget that the reason as to why Lucemonders were in their 'Golden Era' wasn't actually because the fanfictions were all that diverse or the great masterpieces that they remember. It was because we were all experiencing and reading them collectively/commenting and raving about the same popular ffs. It was the experience of true fandom mania that elevated those times. There were maybe 20 (at most) authors writing since the beginning who built the fandom and only a few of them, some of them I see you've listed on your other post, who have stuck with the fandom. And even then, they've been on the brink of leaving due to all the unwanted, pushy anons or readers who overstep. I think nostalgia really has influenced certain readers to keep the same attitude from those days and be resistant towards new authors by giving the same old 'Well everything is a/b/o and I don't like that.'. It's really not, and if that's the case, write something you want to see. I used to navigate the fandom fine when there was less than 1k works and didn't like that tag as well, so I'm pretty sure filtering out tags and utilizing ao3's system is really what prevents readers from finding anything new or discovering a trope/plot that isn't the usual Lucemonder's thing. Readers and writers alike have gotten so accustomed to flocking the most popular or recommended fan fiction at the moment (which is no problem, I do the same thing) that they forget to actually try and check out underrated work. Not commenting or supporting is what's really killing the energy of this fandom, not the a/b/o trope or the new wave of fic writers (who have been really good by the way, @Mooniepond and @nocturnal_pollinator being just two off the top of my head, which is why I genuinely believe these people aren't actually looking). Also, your takes and writing are divine, I hope this mouthful finds you well <3

Hi anon,

Yeah, it's a bit strange given the tone, but I'm doing my best to approach with reason. I'm the one choosing to engage, so I don't mind, right now.

And yes, I agree with you. I just replied to the other anon about this take of fandom explosion that goes into it (also huge thanks to @jojodacrow again for helping me word things). There appears to be a certain nostalgia attached because of the growth in fandom and community.

Yes, a lot of people are still here! At least, I think so. I don't know who's a fandom oldie and who isn't, so I'll take your word on it.

And I completely agree with you in writing/creating/drawing the things you want to see. That's how I got started here.

There is a valid longing in wishing for "oh more of this trope please!" or "ah, I want more cis M/M!" That's understandable, and I feel that too. But to the folks saying this over and over as a complaint, I ask: is luc_m*nd the only ship you read for in HOTD? Is there another fandom? Or are the fics already there with the intricate filtering system, but you don't want to read it or like it for whatever reason? Something to consider, I suppose.

There is something to be said about underrated work and giving new things a chance (I'll post my thoughts on this later) But yes, I agree that less comments have equaled less engagement. There's an expectation for interaction, which is quite an interesting shift for me, in terms of fandom culture in general. I'll put that in a different post as well.

I agree about commenting culture somewhat. I can't speak for other writers, but I didn't have high expectations at all for my fic. I was blown away actually. I expected maybe 10 people max for a non-smut fic, but I had lovely comments on each chapter and was very happy.

The thing is, I think people should create for themselves first and foremost. If a writer is relying on heavy validation from readers, I don't think that's healthy either. It's okay to want comments, interactions, kudos, but very concerning when you're placing a ton of weight on obligating people to read your work. I feel like there's potential jealousy at play among some writers as well, but that's as an outsider looking in and noticing that behavior from before.

I appreciate the take, anon! :] thanks for sharing and ah, thank you >< you are very kind. Thank you for the recommendations of the writers, anon.

[insecateur]

2022 fic wrap-up!

Here it is, my 2022 fic wrap-up! I'll divide it in three parts: general rambling about writing, month-by-month discussion of what I wrote in more detail, and a conclusion about what I'd like to get done this year a.k.a. 2023!

(I wrote so much I'm sorry.)

   

General Thoughts and Rambling about Writing

I've had multiple times when I'd say I stopped writing. I wrote a lot when I was younger, both fic and original, always in my native language (French.) I also roleplayed a fair amount. Back in 2011, after a very bad time in my life, I stopped writing. My last attempts were roleplaying posts; I think by that time I hadn't written fic in over a year. 

For a little while, I focused on drawing exclusively. I even created an original webcomic that's currently discontinued. Then, in 2013, Pokémon X&Y came out–

I'd planned to write posts about my main X&Y fic series on Tumblr, but only wrote one and then never got around to writing the rest. I still want to, though! It probably covers most of what I'd want to say already, so I'll be brief: I got back into writing fic in 2013, for Pokémon X&Y, in English this time, and then lost steam the next year for a variety of reasons. I got back into writing again in 2015-2016, writing more or less exclusively for myself without sharing it except on dreamwidth and password-locked blogs. At the time, I think I felt self-conscious about posting fic on AO3 that I didn't think was "up to par," not to mention I felt guilty about my lingering WIP...

In late 2017, I got into a brand new fandom, Yakuza, and for the first time in four years started to focus my creative energy in something that wasn't Pokémon X&Y. I still thought about it a lot (Lysandre especially) but I was able to get into new ships that I was excited about for reasons that weren't "this reminds me of my ultimate blorbos." In 2018, I started working on a Yakuza fic that I then gave up on, until (encouraged by one of my friends) I got back into working on it in 2020.

I don't know what did it; I'd guess it was having someone who could cheer me on and who was also a writer, maybe, but in 2020 I really started finding pleasure in writing again. I finished the fic around the end of the year and got very sweet feedback (which I was surprised about because the topic of the fic isn't something I expected people to care about haha.) I was itching to write more but I was also kind of exhausted. I figured maybe this was going to be my fanfiction swan song, which I was pretty happy about, honestly. I still think it's a pretty good fic.

Then, in 2021, Pokémon Masters EX grabbed me by the throat–

It felt kind of eye-opening. It felt like I was back in 2013/early 2014 and suddenly I was fueled by the raw power of OTP. I reread my unfinished WIP, that I'd continued further from what was posted on AO3, and thought: I can finish this. Not only that, but I can make what I've already written better. It doesn't matter that it's been almost eight years, it doesn't matter if nobody cares to read it. I can do this, for me.

And I did!

Not only that, but it kickstarted me into getting back into writing for real. I posted the finished, rewritten (in parts) version of the fic in November (I promise I'll talk about this in more detail soon,) and then in December I posted another fic about them. Which then brings us to, of course, what this post is actually supposed to be about: 2022.

   

What I Wrote in 2022 (And Other Considerations)

I started out still riding that high from having finished my long fic, and posted two fics related to it in January, turning it into a series:

* The Pangs of Disprized Love: This one is an outsider POV taking place between two of the later So Long as We Can Say chapters. It was really fun to write, despite the subject matter! The last SLaWCS chapter is actually probably my favorite, as a post-canon aficionado, so getting to write more of that was a treat.

* And With Your Hands Your Hearts: This one is a more or less direct sequel. A marriage proposal... How corny. It felt like what the characters needed after everything they'd gone through, though. I had very strong mental images for this one and I'm still pretty happy with the result.

After that, I got to work on the sequel to Et Surtout Mourir de Langueur, the first part of my mutual pining saga. At the time, I ran into two issues:

— I was embarrassed by the idea of writing and posting smut on AO3. (Yes, this seems insane to me too now.)

— I was worried people would be put off by me writing Lysandre as submissive more "aggressively." (As in, actually making it clear that was what I was going for, and not just implying it.)

Because of this, I started getting writer's block, and found myself stalling after deciding to actually include explicit scenes in (what would become) Le Bien l'Ennemi du Mieux. But something very special would happen to me that month...

Indeed, February is the month I came to know Noah a.k.a. @jonphaedrus. Which seems both so long ago and way too little time. I will refrain from gushing and just say that had we not met, I might have never started posting E-rated works to AO3 and I might have even given up on writing that second mutual pining fic. So there.

Thus, in March, thanks to Noah (and Grey!)'s support, I finished and posted:

* Le Bien l'Ennemi du Mieux: They continue pining, but this time they fuck explicitly. A lot. Way too much if you ask me. The romantic tension does not resolve in this fic and did not resolve period in 2022 but it will in 2023 I promise.

My SLaWCS energy had not left me however, and so after taking a short break I started work on a direct sequel to And With Your Hands Your Hearts, where I'd explore Augustine and Lysandre's backstories at last. This quickly became a multi-chapter project, which I was anxious about because SLaWCS (the original fic) had been my only successful attempt at that, but the fact that I had been successful once – and now had support from a fellow prfr appreciator and author – helped carry me to victory.

So, in May, I successfully published:

* Wisely and Slow: Definitely one of my favorites from the year. A three chapters story about dealing with your demons and finding a new place to belong to in the world. I could talk more about it but I won't... for now. This is the last (plot-relevant) SLaWCS story I've posted so far; the next one is going to be the wedding one and I'm SO excited to work on it. SOON.

Taking a break from longer fic writing, I wrote this treat for Noah:

* That Give Delight and Hurt (Not): I feel like this was the first step toward me going full self-indulgent when it comes to publishing smut. It still has feelings, but there's no pretense of a plot, just two characters engaging in D/s fun. It was my first time posting actual PWP on AO3... emotional...

In June, struck by a sudden bout of inspiration at the very end of a challenge from a Discord server I was in, I wrote 20k in a week:

* Perfect as a Statue, Unadorned: A Xerosic/Lysandre fic where Lysandre is a robot. It's also one of my favorites from this year! Very underrated imo. It's long, it's an AU, it's for a rarepair... so I'm not really surprised, but I do wish more people would give it a try. Oh well.

And then, finally embracing my id fully, I wrote and shared what is probably still the most unhinged thing I've written in 2022:

* All in a Day’s Work: Also known as "Rocket Lysandre free use" which tells you all you need to know. Truly just pure bottom Lysandre PWP. I think about the tag "I Want That Pokémon Villain Obliterated" regularly. I originally wasn't even planning on posting it but doing that freed me from any kind of worry about what I was "allowed" to post on my AO3, because nothing else can come close to it. Also very underrated imo but not for the same reasons LMFAO.

I was slowly getting into the habit of writing regularly, so in July I decided to try my hand at writing short fics/ficlets based on prompts I found or that were sent to me. This way, I successfully wrote five ficlets:

* Phototaxis, Show Off, The Precious Time That We Have, Then We Shall Need Each Other & Aspectabund

I also participated in BDSM Exchange, with a fic! Which was my first time writing fic for an exchange – before that, I'd only done art.

* Viens Me Libérer de Mon Sommeil (Je Suis à Ta Merci): An OT3 (Diantha/Sycamore/Lysandre) fic for Noah! It has all of our favorite things: D/s, Lysandre getting run over, BDSM therapy... I nearly finished it in time for frenchflagshipping day, too, but missed it by three days. Alas.

Powered by pure hubris, in August, I decided to try my hand at Writer's Month... and couldn't pull it off (in parts because I got very, very sick mid-way through.) I'm not going to link all of my fics for that separately (they span from August to December) but I will namedrop a few I especially like. Otherwise, you can check them all out in my series! (Shout-out to the series-within-a-series specifically for the bodyswap storyline, too. I'll finish it in 2023! I swear!)

My favorites from August were:

* My (M37) friend (M32?) keeps alienating everyone we know with the way he presents his opinions: Absolute classic. A reddit post parody. I'd still like to write a sequel/spin-off someday.

* A Comedown of Revolving Doors: Kind of a weird one; I just caught a vibe and followed it without being completely sure where I was going with it. I do enjoy the result though.

* It’s a Mechanical Bull, the Number One: Bottom Dom content for the soul. I still think this one was very big-brained of me. Also the title does not get old.

* Hit Me With the Way They’re Flaunted: It sure is over 3k about Lysandre getting his tits tortured/played with. What else can I say.

August was also the month we started posting courage is the most foolish thing in the world a.k.a. roleswap! I am not involved in the writing (as in, I don't write it; I am definitely involved in the ideas and concepts) but I couldn't not give it a shout-out. 

For September, I'll cite this one:

* Something in Your Head You’ve Been Fighting All Along: It's cakeverse. I found out about cakeverse completely randomly and have not stopped thinking about it ever since. I'll probably write and/or draw some more at some point... It's still at the back of my mind.

I also participated in another fic challenge: to write an AU fic of no more than 5k words. It turned out a lot more difficult than I expected; I apparently do not do well with max word counts. Still, I managed to post:

* From the Throat, I’m Tied to You: A very horny soulmate AU. I just decided to write the kind of soulmates I'd like to see in fic, heh. Despite how hard it was for me to get the words out, I do enjoy the result, and it was fun to work on!

In November, I posted a fic for the exchange Fic In A Box! I feel like I've already talked about this one a lot LOL, so I won't get too into it.

* do let the old enmity be: A recursive fic for Noah's main prfr series. It's all in-universe stuff, and probably the most fun I had working on a fic this year. I was very pleased to see so many people enjoy it!

I also kept working on my late Writer's Month prompts, and my favorite for that month is obvious:

* Let Your Backbone Slide: My first time writing trans porn... finally, I can put what I want to see into the world (Dom trans/cis sub, in case that wasn't clear.) I like this one a lot, tbh. I'd like to write a sequel/related fic sometime soon.

Finally, the last month of the year: December! My end of the year was really busy. I had a lot on my mind. Still, I managed to post a few more Writer's Month fills and one very special fic:

* De nouvelles saveurs: My last fic of 2023! And it's in French! It's 12k words of flirting via baking croissants. Before writing a short thing for my FIAB fill, I hadn't written in French in over a decade... so it was an interesting experience. I am pretty happy with the result though! The croissants (quaso) got baked and that truly is all that matters. 

I'll finish this off by giving a quick shout-out to the old fics I posted throughout the year. These are the fics I wrote back in 2016, as mentioned in the introduction of this post. Noah slowly encouraged me to post them on AO3, even the ones I was the most embarrassed about. Since they've all been backdated, I don't remember the exact month (of 2022) they were posted on, so I'll just give them to you in their original chronological order:

* Fighting With My Weak Hand: A post-canon story about Lysandre trying to earn forgiveness. (Yes, it was already my shit in 2016.)

* Status Symbol: Car sex.

* A Lesson in Self-Control: Omorashi. 

* This Is the Finest Game, It Ain’t Even Got a Name: Spy AU. Very self-indulgent.

* Midas Touch: Lysandre doesn't masturbate. Augustine investigates.

* Give Me Fire, Burning Hell: My original soulmate AU.

Phew. Okay, now that that's all out of the way–

   

What 2023 Has In Store (Hopefully)

I have a lot of WIPs.

See, at the beginning of 2022, I told myself I'd only have one WIP at a time. That way, I could focus on one thing, and get things done at a good pace. Unfortunately, as I began writing more and more, and chatting with Noah about ideas, I started listening to the devil on my shoulder telling me I could just work on multiple things at once.

...and I could! At the end of the day, "a lot of WIPs" isn't actually even that many WIPs. Still, I have a bunch of stuff I'd like to get done in 2023, writing-wise:

— I have an unfinished SLaWCS smut spin-off that's like two scenes away from being done and has been for months. I really need to get back on that.

— I have, of course, part 3 of my mutual pining series. I'm nearly 10k into that and Arceus knows how long it'll get. But I'll finish it this year for sure!

— I have the few prompts left from my Writer's Month, most of which I have ideas for if I haven't already started them. I will complete it this year (and not give the prompt list for this year a try, I'm sorry–)

— I have a few challenge fics I started and never finished that I might or might not go back to. (One I'm fairly confident I can finish; the other I have no idea where to go with so it might stay unfinished forever. Maybe I'll share what I have at some point.)

— I want to write in French more!!

— And, last but not least, I'm desperate to write more SLaWCS. I want them to get married!! I spent most of the latter half of 2022 writing shorter fics, and I really want to get back to longer works. I want to drop 60k of wedding planning that only five people will read. This is all I need to stay alive.

As for the rest... I'm still itching to participate in exchanges and other fandom events, so I have plans in that vein, but I don't want to give it away too early. I'm very grateful for the support I've gotten this year, no matter the content... Thank you for all your comments, asks, tags, kudos... I wouldn't have written this much without you! I don't know if I can aim for more than I did in 2022, but I'd like to keep at it, at least. 

So here's to another year of Pokémon fics... and art! If you've read this whole thing, thank you, too! I appreciate it! 🙏

[euphoricfilter]

First of all calm down my bub. 🩷

Gosh you're just like me 😭. I also tend to ruminate over small instances like this. They bother me so much until I let them out l and share it with my mum.

I feel you can chill. They perhaps just checked in on you? Perhaps they cared about you enough to see if you're not bored or lonely idk? I personally don't know them.

If that's not the case, and they actually did want to hangout with you. What you did was totally right. Cause it's very imp to draw personal boundaries sometimes lest people step over them later.

You'd have felt even worse had you let her in I know. You legit don't know the other person. Cause I'd have felt the same.

I'd suggest do something to engage your brain in something that gets your brain off it. Cause these type of small instances will be very common. It's an energy change let alone emvironment change for you it's okay to feel like this don't be so hard on youself and just let it go.

They don't even care trust me.

HELP i did the same, i messaged my mum after 😭

okay so i messaged the girl in the room next to me, idk if we’re friends? or if that’s like overzealous because we’ve known each other for like 5 days max LMAO. but i messaged her, saying i forgot to say hi to her friend, and to say hi for me, and then they knocked on the door and i like completely freaked out because i was not prepared for that at all and i definitely forgot her friend’s name and feel bad about that now too

but!! apparently the girl next door talked about me a lot to her friend (she said it’s because i’m her favorite 😭) and that her friend also likes bts and told her about the albums i have. because the girl next door helped me organize them on the shelf the first day we got here. and idk if i was meant to be like haha do you wanna come in and look? but i seriously was like internally freaking out so i probably still came off awkward but i feel a little less bad about not saying hello. and she said she saw my jellyfish and asked if i made them and i said yeah and she seemed super cool and nice, and she said the girl in the next room told her a lot about me so now i’m like 🧍‍♀️ i probably did something right??

they’re both very nice people so i don’t think they were bothered by it 😭 my dad said the other day, like if you get closer to people, (especially the girl in the next room, or like people in my accommodation) then maybe just bring up that i do have chronic social anxiety LMAO and that if i’m like not up for stuff, or kinda awkward about things it’s really just me having a lil moment, nothing to worry about, and that it’s nothing to do with them. and that i do like them as people just some situations aren’t always gonna make me feel good 🚶‍♀️and that some social situations are triggering and that’s okay

i know realistically it wasn’t even that big of a deal but yeah… sometimes my brain is a little menace. i feel a little better now. i think i’m gonna watch spider-man ATSV again to make me feel better