#i don't know what bigger than the circus

[warpedpuppeteer]

Gtfo right now. Buck came to see Abby during the full moon and he's talking about gravity pulling people together and she's like it's not science. So he says maybe it's magic. AND YOU KNOW WHO ELSE SAID BEING WITH SOMEONE WAS LIKE MAGIC?! EDDIE DIAZ THAT'S WHO!!

[petew21-blog]

Poolverine

Spoilers for Deadpool & Wolverine

Deadpool and Wolverine aproached Cassandra while the others were battling her soldiers. Wolverine was suppressing his rage, Deadpool, on the other hand, was suppressing his words. He was still talking, just not as much as he would normally.

Cassandra Nova was ready for everything. After all, she was here for her whole life. She has seen everything. Even Loki escaping from the void. But now, these two basically immortal beings stood in front of her. One was a bigger paij in the ass than the other.

Deadpool:"Ok, Baldilocks slash wannabe Walter White in your kingdom. We know we had our ups and downs from the moment you killed Johnny, may he rest in peace. We loved him and will never forget him. But I gotta rain on your parade here, and I hope your bald head is not too sensitive for some cold rain drops, because now is the time to let us all go and end this drama show."

Wolverine:"You said you'll be holding back."

Deadpool:"Ohhh, this is holding back. I haven't even started."

Wolverine:"She has the power to kill you with a snap of her fingers, and you still think the best way to stop her is to insult her?"

Cassandra just stood in front of them, speechless.

Deadpool:"I think your X-men spoiled you with all the WE'RE-ALL-IN-THIS-TOGETHER attitude. Well, pal! This is my show, and here, we roast our enemies before we stab them after many unsuccessful attempts, moment of desperation and a collab with Madonna."

Cassandra:"I have no idea what he is on about, but the two of you look like a married couple after twenty years of hating each other's guts. And you know what couple therapists always say to the unfunctional couple?"

Deadpool:"Yep! They say, ‘You either learn to compromise… or one of you learns to hide the body really well.’ So, which one of us is digging tonight, Logan?!"

Cassandra:"I just... How do you put up with him?"

Logan:"I have known him for like 5 hours and killed him several times."

Deadpool:"And so did I! Cute, aren't we?"

Cassandra:"I can't... See each other's perspective and get out of my sight."

The two were now transported via portal back to one of the worlds to empty Xavier mansion.

Deadpool, now in Wolverine's body, stood up and looked down. "Ohhhhh, baby, yesss. Look at these!!!" Wade now popping his new claws. "Snikt! Yeaaaah. Oh, I could get used to this."

Deadpool turned his head to the audience and said:"Hey folks. Not to alarm you. Deadpool is still here, just a slightly broody and hairier version. Only now I got! Claaaaaws!!!" Wade sliced through a nearby painting that immediatelyfell down, destroying a statue on the table. "Whoopsie. Just normal Wolverine collateral damage, am I right?"

Logan:"What the hell is this? Why am I suddenly feeling... chatty? I need to get of this tight red spandex and this horrible mask."

Deadpool is now doing ridiculous poses in the reflection of a mirror. Screaming and scratching the air. "Look at me, I'm like a Canadian action figure." Wink at the audience.

Logan:"Stop this Wilson. We need to get Charles."

Deadpool:"Oh I don't know, I got this sudden urge to sing and get a circus. We shouldn't waste time."

They both search the house, but all the X-men are gone.

Now in the privacy of a small bathroom. Deadpool, stands in front o the mirror, shirtless, flexing. "Ohhhh look at that". He pops out his claws again. "If only I had these babies during my last taco truck robbery .- I mena, purchase."

Deadpool grabs a comb on the sink. "The hair! What an untamed mane. I look like a mix between a badger and a bad scripted shampoo comercial." Then he leans closer to the mirror. "And check out this jawline. Ladies and gents, feast your eyes."

"One, two, three, four, five...six! Finally jackpot. It's really like a washboard for all my dirty clothes. I could do laundry on these bad boys, If I ever did laundry."

"And what do we have here." Deadpool raises his furry eyebrows, following the hairy trail under, leading to the massive buldge. "Oh Logan, I knew you've been hiding some serious adamantium down here, but damn. No wonder all the X-men want to sleep with you. Pun intended. I mean... If I knew that you had this much heat packed in here, I would have switched with you sooner."

Wade strikes a final pose and blows a kiss to his reflection:"Wolvie, you beautiful, hairy beast, I may never give this body back to you."

Logan enters the bathroom with a scowl, freezing in horror at the sight before him.

Deadpool in Logan's body, completely naked and a little too pleased with his new situation.

"What the hell are you doing, Wade!!!"

"Hey, Wolvie. Just getting acquainted with the goods. Man, you've been holding out for me. Honestly, If there was a claw shooting out of this thing, I wouldn't even be surprised anymore." Wade said with a smile, gripping his hard dick in Logan's face

"Get your filthy hands off my...!" Logan fighting the urge to kill his own body

"Logan, it's your hands, don't forget that. So that means I did nothing wrong. Your body that touched yourself. I haven't touched anything, if you think about it." Towards the audience:"It's like flashbacks from puberty."

"Besides, I only wanted to take your body for a test drive, Logan. You know, making sure that all the gears work before returning the keys. Quality control!"

"If you don't stop now, I'll claw off that smug off your... your real face when we get back" Logan gets closer to his old body, now feeling a strange urge to want him to get closer. Both of the bodies pulling towards each other

Deadpool:"Logan? Did you pay Magneto to get us closer? Cause I feel a strange force pulling me to you and I have to say i don't mind it"

Logan:"I'm not doing anything. I... No way. I'm trying to go away from you"

Deadpool:"Oh yeah, it's happening, baby. My body can't resist this beautiful, hairy pile of muscles, and your body is controlled by one of the most perverted minds alive."

"YOU SICK BASTARD. This is all your twisted head. If you'll be enjoying even a second of this." Logan shouted

Deadpool:"Oh, come on. It's just chemistry. You can't fight it"

Logan:"Gotta get control of this."

Deadpool:"No need for that. Your body's got the hots for me. I'm a walking talking thirst trap now. Give in, big guy. Let's make it weird."

Logan now with his new hands still in spandex, touching his old body. "Wade... When this is over... I'm going to make you regret all of this."

Deadpool:"I'm counting on it. But until then, you're mine"

Wade pulls of his old mask down from Logan's head:"Ohhh there is that crispy chipsy face I haven't seen for a while". Logan:"Please just shut up"

Their hands our now all over each other. Logan's burly figure standing above Deadpool's figure. Logan's body under Wade's control now pushes his old body towards the wall. Breaking it. They get to Cyclops and Jean's bedroom, now vacant, ready for their action. Dadpool starts making out with his body still on the ground from the collision. Logan wants to fight back, but gives up and makes out with his bearded face. It feels kind of nice, but he can't ever admit that to Wade.

Wade picks up Logan from the ground using his claws, and with their help, he rips of the spandex off of Logan. Scratching him in the process. Logan now moaning in pain, looking deeply into his old eyes. He now understands why many people called him a "beast." He did look like one. But sexy one at that.

Wade threw Logan on the bed. Turning him around. Logan was ready for immediate penetration, but suddenly he felt a moist thing pushing its way between Deadpool's hairy ass. Was he now experiencing rimming? "Wade, no...!"

Deadpool:"Don't worry, sweetpie. I know what my body likes. Just relax, enjoy and don't fart in my face"

Logan has never felt this feeling in such an intimate place. And it wasn't even his body.

Wade now turned Logan to his back. He positioned himself. "Ready? I know you're used to pain, but this might be a bit... unsettling."

Logan:"I can take a bit of pain... AHHHHHHH"

Deadpool."Sorry, boo. Haven't stretched out that thing for quite a while."

He started pushing more and more. At that moment, Logan tried to get up and leave. But something in Logan's body overtook Wade. He took both of his claws and pushed them through Deadpool's body's forearms, securing him in place. Logan screamed in pain. "Why???"

Deadpool:"Don't want you to give up during the best part when it stops hurting"

Sweat was dripping from Logan's body all over Deadpool's. All of Logan's hair were now glistening in sweat.

"Ohhhh moth.... This is so amazing. I feel like a Republican during the Fourth of July" Deadpool screamed out while his claws were still in place.

He picked up the pace, and when he saw that Logan was now moaning in pleasure and not in pain, he took out his claws and just enjoyed the ride.

"Oh Wolvie. I think I'm gonna get you pregnant now."

"Just fuck me!!!"

Now very close to the finish, Deadpool took out his dick and pointed it at his old face, cumming all over his old chest and hitting his body's eye. Logan came too, but on his stomach. He was still mesnerized. How come, through all these years, he never even thought about stimulating his prostate?

Both now watching each other, sweaty, out of breath.

Logan:"You won't tell a soul."

Deadpool looking at the audience, smirking:"Promise"

And at the corner of the room a quiet girly voice spoke out:"Promise". Kitty sunk into the wall leaving embarassed to the next room

Message from Inbox :)

Yo, i love your writing. And with your last story with Hugh and Ryan....What about their characters?, Wolverine and Deadpool swapping bodies thanks to Cassandra Nova powers that also made them aroused for each other in order to distract them from stopping her. Wade can't help but to give into Logan's body urges to dominate, and Logan just want the voices gone.

[margareth-lv]

😇🤡 She was a secular saint, and he was a clown 🤡😇

It's a good day already. The kissing scene from the Taylor Swift concert has done its job (@sgiandubh, you're a true treasure of our fandom!).

Well, here we are in June 2024, Caitríona has been 'married' to Mr McWalking Dead for almost five years and not more than a week ago Sam was strolling hand in hand with a trollop (quoting Jenny Murray), he in the gutter, she with her mouth taped shut.

And suddenly our two lovebirds are kissing in public like two teenagers in love. She, a 'married woman' of considerable experience, he, a prostitute's client.

You know what I think? I think that true love always wins. And I say this as a grown-up woman, as a mother of children, as an adult with a serious job.

I am not some kind of exalted teenager, and yet I believe that true love will triumph over hate and contempt, over all kinds of negative energy. All obstacles can be overcome by the power of love.

*** *** ***

So it's a good day because that's what I'm here for. I am here for love, however lofty that may sound. I'm not here for Caitríona, nor am I here for Sam. I have no interest in either of them individually.

I am drawn to the energy and power that comes from their interaction. True love is bigger and more important than the people involved.

*** *** ***

And why some people only support one of our loving couple, I just don't understand.

She's 'too good' to go to a Taylor Swift concert?

🤦🏻‍♀️

(I think that at that concert, in order to comply with any sanitary restrictions, she kissed him through a plastic bag, or at least sprayed him in the face with disinfectant before putting her tongue between his teeth. She certainly did it, you have my guarantee. Take my word for it. Even if you can't see it clearly in the video.)

Yes, she is a secular saint.

After all, she 'married' a guy who did not love her and showed her no tenderness. Only a saint could have sacrificed so much.

Well, when I think of Caitríon's 'sanctity', I think in images. So this scene from The Wolf immediately comes to my mind.

😏

And what about him? Well, yes, he is a clown. At least since May 2012.

*** *** ***

He goes out with a prostitute. He walks around with a handbag of blonde Valkyria from Glasgow. He goes out drinking with 20-somethings. He doesn't know how to have relationships because his father hurt him when he was a child.

Yes, he is a complete clown. He's a whole bloody circus.

But the power of love will overcome any obstacle.

[Photos courtesy of @sgiandubh and @diggsydogsquee. Thank you, ladies, for your work!]

[12 June, 2024]

[blackphanto]

Trying to overanalyze Lucifer's design

The Hazbin Hotel season 1 finale was fucking insane. I loved everything and especially Lucifer, whom I am dedicating this post to.

Let's begin with his "normal" form

Lucifer wears a ringleader costume bc Hell is one giant circus and he's the ringleader, but did you know that there's actually more to it?

A ringmaster, -mistress or -leader is like the opening act of a circus. They show you around, introduce the other acts and keep you hooked. They are essentially the glue that keeps the circus together. Another definition of a ringmaster, -mistress or -leader talks about an actual leader who leads a group of people, mostly through the act of doing illicit or unlawful activities. A role that would suit Lilith better than Lucifer. Sins could be seen as unlawful activities in Heaven's eyes and Lucifer is the cause of how evil found its way to earth, one could say that he was the one to lead the sinners in their sinful behavior in life. Yet, in death - if we go by Charlie's storybook - Lilith was the one leading the sinners to rise up against Heaven, another illicit activity that has led to their eventual doom.

Luci also wears a top hat with his crown on top of it. The hat gives him some extra height so I doubt that he wears it for any other reason. His crown is mostly covered with a snake and a red apple on the side. The snake can have 2 meanings: 1) how the word 'seraphim' in Hebrew can be translated to 'fiery serpent', due to his six wings, Lucifer is likely a seraph. 2) he was the serpent that tempted Eve, although never confirmed in any religious text, this idea of him being that snake is really popular in every reiteration of that story. This would also be why there's an apple motive following the Morningstars. Now let's move on to...

Angelic/demonic form

I don't think what we are seeing here is his full angelic/demonic form, but considering that the other Princes' forms aren't as scary either it is likely the case. The first thing that caught my attention were the horns and overall resemblance this form has to Charlie's, but let's focus on the differences.

In the first image, the snake and apple have turned into some sort of halo, a nod that his actual halo has disappeared when he fell and unlike Vaggie his wings probably didn't get ripped off, but I do believe they were different to how they were when he was behind the Pearly Gates. He has a tail and horns, classic demon imagery, there are 6 eyes at the end of his coat and there's one more on his bowtie, which makes a total of 8 eyes on Lucifer's design. The eyes are a common returning motive in Heaven and with angels.Luci also has a flame in-between his horns. This honestly reminded me of Baphomet, but they would likely be a Candle head from the Sloth ring. In the Bible, fire is often depicted as the presence of God, but I'm a firm believer that Hazbin has a deistic God view (see my other post), so I doubt that's the case here. The fire was likely chosen because Hell is associated with fire and he's the king of Hell so they thought it would make sense.

Like father, like daughter

As stated before, Lucifer and Charlie share a lot of similar elements. She's essentially him without wings and with longer hair. They both have a red sclera with a yellow iris. Their tail is pitch black with a heart cut out at the end and despite having white skin, Lucifer's arms are greyish. I always thought they were gloves, but no, man's face doesn't match his hands. I really like this shot of them right here, they look so badass!

Charlie also seems to be getting a new ability which has to do with her arm getting bigger and blocking Adam. This might be a callback to whatever was going on with her arm in her first design.

That was it thanks for reading <3

[unknown-urll]

★Understanding JAX:

Well, for starters, everyone in the digital circus has a reason for looking the way they do. Some in the fandom already understand the reason why they look the way they do, but what about Jax? Why was he chosen to be a rabbit? Why is he so mysterious and rude? Well, I might have the answer! (THEORY):

He is rude, sassy and complex. Do you also know which animal has these traits? Rabbits! Yeah! He was chosen to have a rabbit appearance and it was for a reason, and it was not a random thing, It's because he has a behavior and personality that a rabbit would have. To understand more, we have to understand rabbits, their personality, behavior and traits:

Most rabbits are intelligent, social, and affectionate. They can also be naughty, willful, destructive, and even vengeful. However, these behaviors and personalities vary from rabbit to rabbit, but most of them are like that. Rabbits that are mistreated/abused by their owners grow up badly raised, rude, not accepting anyone's touch and very very ill-mannered, but sometimes there are rabbits that have never been abused/mistreated that still grow up with this type of personality.

Rabbits are also sensitive, they are sensitive to anything. Rabbits are soft, weak and sensitive, and they can get hurt by anything. They are also very complex and highly reserved, they are very, VERY quiet and make almost no noise (they still make noise). Some of them are afraid of anything, but most that live with other species are not afraid of anything, not even a dog that is bigger than them.

Let's use my bunny as an example! Luna (my bunny) is very complex, silent, stressed and very reserved. She is not afraid of anything. She is very calm but very destructive, she gnaws and eats whatever is in front of her. She doesn't like being carried, touched on her back and she doesn't like it when people pet her nose.

Now back to Jax... We understand that rabbits are complex but very sensitive individuals. Jax is a problematic and complex individual, very mysterious and very badly behaved. He has the behavior and personality that a rabbit has, he is willful, destructive, sassy, likes to poke people, likes to have their attention, is very stressed, curious, doesn't like to show vulnerability and is impulsive (I forgot to mention that rabbits are also very impulsive).

Remember in episode 2 where Ragatha mentioned Kaufmo and he got a little sad? Well, rabbits don't like to show sadness, they're not animals you see crying around, but still, but even so, they still feel sad, but they don't like to show it. He just showed a sad face for 1 second and then returned to normal. He didn't show up at Kaufmo's funeral, and maybe I have the answer to that....

"A grieving rabbit will sometimes accept a new partner very quickly, even a day after the old friend has died in some cases. Others need a few weeks or even months to adjust and be ready to accept a newcomer." - Jax, is still not over Kaufmo's death, and >maybe< he still hasn't accepted Pomni's arrival, that is, it will take a long time for him to accept Pomni's arrival and overcome Kaufmo's death.

Gooseworx herself has said that Jax is a troubled individual, and that he has a reason for acting that way. Besides, we only have 2 episodes, so there's not much we can say about Jax, but that was my theory and my opinion!

[lririx]

What do you think of weeping clown fluff headcanons? stuff he would do with a boyfriend if you don't mind 🫶

•Joker is really insecure. Like really. He thinks he's inferior to everyone else and doesn't think he's worth anything. So you can imagine how he was when he started dating you.

•He thought that he didn't deserve to be in your presence let alone date you. He still thinks that but it's less now.

•You have to constantly remind him how much you love him. The good thing is that he'll accept it pretty much instantly.

•He'll always hug and kiss you afterwards.

•He's really shy and awkward at first but after you two have dated for a while he gets more courageous and showers you with affection.

•His love language is acts of service and gift giving.

•He always helps you even if you don't ask for it. He just doesn't want you to feel exhausted so he helps you as much as he can.

•Joker loves giving you gifts. It's his best way of showing his love to you.

•He loves gifting you flowers.

•Whenever he gets food or snacks he'll always be thinking about sharing it with you.

•One of his favourite activities is for you two to get ice cream and walk around hand in hand.

•It doesn't matter how far into the relationship you are. His hands will always tremble at first when you hold hands with him. But after a bit he loosens up and relaxes.

•If you're bigger than him he will feel protected and he can set aside his stress and anxiety.

•And if you're smaller than him he will have the urge to protect you. His anxiety will increase because he's worried about you getting hurt but as long as you're there for him he doesn't mind.

•He will love you regardless of your size though.

•There will be times where his stress goes off the roof and he just bursts into tears in his own room. He tries to keep quiet since he doesn't want to bother you but you've known him for a long time. You can tell when he's not feeling well. So go in his room and pull him into a warm and passionate hug. Tell him how much you love him and care about him.

•Get him some ice cream afterwards and his mood will lighten up.

•Sometimes he'll hug you, face pressed into your chest and doesn't let go for thirty minutes.

•He worked in a circus before. He knows how to make you laugh. He was happy that people liked his jokes but now he's even more happy since the laughter is coming from you.

•This man loves to kiss you on the cheeks. Yes he's nervous whenever he wants to do it but he adores your smile when he kisses you.

•Bad memories flood his brain at night and he has trouble sleeping. So please hold him in your arms, caress his hair and cheeks. He will fall asleep way more easily.

•Joker is kind of malnourished. He doesn't really care what he eats and doesn't eat and is low on a lot of vitamins. But ironically he really cares about your physical health. He always makes sure you eat enough and get the necessary vitamins every day.

•He has alot of trauma himself so if you want to vent to him he doesn't really know what to say so help you. Instead he'll hold you tightly in his arms and when you're done crying and talking he'll kiss your head and tell you that everything will be OK.

•Like I said, he has anxiety. He loves and needs to cuddle with you to be able to sleep. He always hides his face in the crook of your neck. It calms him down.

[stinkysam]

Buggy the Clown - Who's got it bigger ?

Warning : none

Genre : fluff

Synopsis : “jealous buggy x reader. where the reader is complementing cabaji's biceps. then buggy goes "Mines bigger".” - anon

Reader : gender neutral (you/yours)

You were sitting in the empty circus tent, watching Cabaji throw knives for the big spectacle you were all preparing. You yawned, watching at first the knives he grabbed and played with, before looking at his hand throwing them. Then your eyes moved to his arm, to stop at his biceps, flexing and unflexing as he moved.

Damn, they're big ?

Your eyes widened a bit as you stared for a few seconds before standing up, walking to him.

“Wait, Cabaji !” You stopped him, walking closer as you rolled up your own sleeves “Let me look at your arms ?”

He looked at you, surprised, but said nothing, nodding instead, letting you look at his arms. You flexed yours, putting it next to his biceps.

“Damn you have big muscles !” You exclaimed, laughing, making Cabaji chuckle, unaware your captain was behind you. He had stopped dead in his tracks as he had heard you, frowning.

He removed his coat, grumbling, placing it on one of the empty chairs and walked to you two.

“Mines are bigger, if you wanna be impressed.” He said proudly, flexing his arms.

You squinted your eyes, looking at his biceps then at Cabaji's.

Came to you two possibilities. Lie, but make your captain happy, or tell the truth and possibly make him mad. You tried not to smile as you grimaced, thinking hard.

“What's with that face ?” He asked, growing annoyed by your silence. Where was your amazement, huh ?

“Well…”

“What !? They are bigger ! Look better !” He yelled, placing himself next to Cabaji who had stopped flexing, not wanting to anger your captain even more. “Do it, idiot !” He said, slapping his arm.

Cabaji held in a sigh and obeyed, flexing again. You could tell he was trying to make it look smaller than before and Buggy noticed.

“Raah ! You're all… stupid !” He stomped, annoyed, throwing his hands in the air, and walked away. “You're lucky you're both needed for the show or else you would've been fired !” He menaced before disappearing, leaving his coat behind.

Buggy ignored you for the rest of the day, even when you brought him back his coat, still upset you found his biceps smaller than Cabaji's.

Then, came nighttime and you went into bed with him.

“Come on, stop sulking.” You said pulling the covers over you, your head resting on Buggy's shoulder.

“I'm not sulking.” He replied, glaring at you.

“I love your muscles.” You shifted a bit, grabbing one of his arms, hugging it. Buggy scoffed. “It's true !”

“Stop lying.”

“I'm not ! I was just surprised that Cabaji got biceps this big !” You explained and his eyes twitched, still not pleased. “Come on, I like your little muscles.”

“They're not little !” He yelled, trying to get away from you.

“I was joking.” You laughed, pecking his lips quickly before he could move more. “I don't care that they're smaller than Cabaji's, I don't like his muscles.”

Buggy grumbled, still trying to get away, he detached himself from his arm before getting out of bed.

“I don't care, you're leaving me your second favorite part of you.” You said, pulling your tongue out. “Wanna know what's the first one ?” You smirked, knowing you had picked his interest. “It's your cute nose.” You said with a wink.

Buggy froze at your words, blushing a bit before stomping.

“Are you mocking me !?” He yelled, hiding his nose behind his free hand.

“I'm not mocking you.” You simply said, nudging his arm with your cheek. “I love you, it's only normal I like your nose and your arms. My head is resting so perfectly against it.” You sighed, happy. “If you had too much muscle it wouldn't be comfortable.”

He glared at you, unsure of what to do.

“It's up to you to come back to bed. I'm fine sleeping with only your arm in your bed. You left me your hand so I can hold it if I want. I don't really need you.” You said, grabbing his hand and bringing it to your lips, kissing it. Buggy stared with wide eyes.

“Oi !” He exclaimed, jumping back into bed. “You can't have only the parts you want !” He said, reattaching his arm to himself.

“Good. Because I lied. My favorite part of you is all of you.” You said with a grin, kissing his cheek and wrapped your arms around him, caging him against you.

Buggy grimaced, trying not to let your words win him over.

“I love you.” You said, kissing his shoulder, resting your chin on it.

You heard him grumble quietly, looking away slightly embarrassed before replying.

“I love you too.”

“Were you jealous ?” You finally asked, after a moment of silence.

“I wasn't !” He replied a bit too fast, his cheeks reddening quickly.

You chuckled and kissed his cheek.

“Don't be. You're the only one I love.”

“I told you I wasn't jealous !”

You hummed, one hand turning his face toward you and you kissed him, making his heart jump in his chest.

“Let's fucking sleep.” He said with a pout, trying to hide his blush by turning the lights off with a flying hand.

[night-market-if]

Spoiler Ask

So I'm going to address it all here under the cut because I've gotten a few asks in that are pretty similar and I'm sure I'm going to get more. So I thought instead of answering the same thing over and over, I'd just do a response below. Warning, spoilers for the end of book 1.

Full disclosure. I am sick. We are going through a lot of family things at the moment. My patience is probably thin.

For everyone that says MC is already too forgiving of Milo. Milo has not even come into the story yet. You've only observed memories of him. If you feel like you need an inner dialogue to tell you how angry you are over this "betrayal" or "death", I don't know what to say here. Because MC is literally just observing things at the moment. Any options that have been put forth to comment on Milo and what has happened, have been more to lay ground work and to also give a scope of the type of emotions that will be offered in the game. But literally, Milo has not even shown up yet into the story in a real capacity. So please stop sending me asks about how you are upset that MC has "forgiven" him because there has literally been no real interaction between Milo and the MC.

As for this betrayal and death thing. I am going to state this now for those who aren't going to like where my story is going so you don't need to read if you don't want to. As the Night Market, you knew you were going to die. You gladly came down and wanted to experience death. You looked at what Milo (a non magic user) was doing, and said "hey, this would be a cool experience" and then you came down here. So, yes, you are going to feel the full range of emotions that come with it. But you are also going to need to take some personal accountability for your actions. That is what is going to be explored in this book. An entity that didn't realize what emotion actually meant, came down thinking it wasn't going to be a big deal to die, and it turned out it was a big deal. A big fucking deal, in fact and that by doing so, they actually hurt people they loved. So, don't forgive Milo. I'm not forcing anyone to. But, I will not be writing an MC that puts all the blame on him. Because guess what? The Night Market would have died if he didn't do what he did. So, everyone also saying that he killed the MC? No, he literally saved the MC and billions of people. And I don't care what way you spin it? One person is never worth a billion souls. And with the MC being someone that literally cut themselves open over and over again to save most of the people living within the world, I would think they would probably not be too keen on Milo sacrificing them so they could die together in some bullshit Romeo and Juliet act.

Now, I am all for exploring how an MC comes to terms with the feeling of betrayal along with the feeling of needing to take responsibility. I am all for exploring an MC that goes "holy shit this emotion thing is way bigger than I thought and I'm angry and confused". I'm there for it. I'm excited to write it. But, I will not be writing a willfully ignorant MC that doesn't take into account that they did this to themselves as well. And yes, if you choose to not acknowledge it in game, others are going to acknowledge it for you. If you want to not read because you can't become a villain, rock back and forth in a corner and weep, or violently get mad at someone who saved the world? That's cool. I'm not offended by someone not reading it. Anyone coming into my ask box and saying "I just am not going to read now because you aren't doing xyz" I wish you a good night and hope you find something else for you because there are thousands of stories out there.

I am not interested. Nor will I ever be interested. In writing a story where I add to the plague of ignorance that is this world. Aren't we kind of all struggling enough with that in our own lives? MC is a being of compassion. They will always be a being of compassion. That is going to shift and change based on circumstances and there are going to be moments where that compassion can fall into question. When it comes to Milo, it is going to be a messy bit of confusing emotions because there is so much more than just the black and white strokes of "OMG he killed me" that seemed to be the rhetoric on here. Now, you don't want his character around? Alright. Other than when you have to see him for Gatekeeper purposes, you probably won't.

To all of you guys complaining or sending me ask after ask stating how you don't like what I am doing. I am going to tell you this and it will not ever change. If you don't like reading this, then don't read. I am not here to write a story for you specifically. You don't like the direction of a work and can't ever broaden your scope of fiction to give it a shot? Then please don't. But to have this kind of messages coming through when literally we are a chapter in? Seriously. The instant gratification is bullshit. I'm going to suspect this is coming from the younger half of my audience who is way too accustomed to a confirmation bias internet algorithm and who has had a very small scope of real life. This is of course not all of the younger crowd but it's starting to seem like a pretty good amount.

I love having conversations with everyone. My discord is always open but most of you anons hide because you are far too scared to come at me with your user name or engage in a conversation feed where more than just me can answer. I mean, you guys send me asks, citing others user names, to call them out through me. It's laughable at this point.

I love having discourse with all of you but I'm not going to keep answering the same thing over and over again and justifying my work when it doesn't need to be justified. This is a small little bit of fiction in a vast sea.

If I sound pissed, it's because I am at this point. And I'm sure I'll get more asks in that are stating they are jumping ship or that they are disappointed in me or what not. I'll delete them and move on with my evening.

To all of you who are here for the ride and just want to experience what I'm writing? Thank you. Fiction is just meant to be a form of entertainment. I am not writing anything profound. To anyone that is looking for something more, move on. I'll see everyone who wants to get mad or saying I'm too harsh, in my inbox, I am sure. Thank god you can block anons.

[cowboylikeyouu]

why does everybody hate mcu clint so much??? i’ve read his comics but i still love jeremy renner’s portrayal of him and stuff :(

like i can understand being disappointed in some ways about how the character was changed for the movies, but i can’t understood all the hate for him

for me, personally, it's not that mcu clint is a bad character per se, it's really just the fact that he doesn't feel like clint barton. give him any other name and he's a fine character, but compare him to comic clint and they're in NO WAY the same person.

on one hand you have that responsible, serious husband and well adjusted father of three, who cracks a joke here and there but takes everything pretty serious most of the time, who has his life under control, while everyone else on the team is a mess. he doesn't have that much of a personality, no weird habits or (dis)likes, he really fades in comparison to other team members like tony, who's lines are always on point and who gets a back story and everything.

on the other hand there's this 6'3" disaster of a human being, who lives for coffee, dogs, tv shows and nothing else, is obsessed with purple for no reason at all, grew up in a circus after he escaped his abusive dad, can't take anything seriously and cracks the funniest joke all the fucking time, even makes fun of captain america on a regular basis (at least in the early avengers comics), runs away from himself and responsibility, fucks up nearly all of his relationships because he really sucks at emotions, but then forms those really precious bonds with people like kate, and who's just kind of an asshole really, but simultaneously a fucking ray of sunshine. plus he's deaf and we always love some representation. oh, and mcu clint is like the straightest guy ever, and then there's comic clint who is just so easy to headcanon as this bisexual disaster, and we all know how much fandom loves a queer coded character.

so, the mcu basically took away every fun part of the awesome character that is clint barton and it SUCKS. i really don't hate movie clint as his own character, i just hate hate HATE the fact that he's supposed to be THE clint barton because he IS NOT, and he'll never be. i'm sorry, but jeremy renner just can't pull it off, i'll never understand how they saw bigger-than-steve, blond-mess, purple-loving, coffee-addict comic clint and where like: "oh yeah, let's cast 5' 9" jeremy renner and give his character a huge, healthy family, and no mental health problems, that's just perfect😍"

it's just so sad to be aware of the awesomeness of comic clint and then watch the movies because you're constantly thinking "oh what could've been..." if they did comic accurate movie clint, he'd definitely be a fan-favourite and we'd have tons of edits, and ships, and merchandise, but NO, most mcu fans just forget about him or don't find him special or entertaining (bc his mcu version really really isn't) and he gets left out of all the casual merchandise you can find in random shops (i literally have an album on my phone that's dedicated to photos i took of cheap avengers merchandise with the "o6" avengers sans clint lmao)

you're obviously allowed to love movie clint and jeremy's portrayal, that's great!!! i was an mcu fan way before i even knew just how different comic clint was, and i loved mcu clint so much back then! but after reading the comics and thousands of fanfiction, i'm just really really angry that there isn't a good live action on screen representation of my all time favourite fictional character, and i think many people feel the same :(

okay, i think i'm done lmao.

anyways, shout out to avengers assemble clint, my one true love <3 the mcu should take notes.

[riality-check]

tw: mentions of eating disorders & recovery a continuation of this post

Chrissy Cunningham is perceptive. 

Most people don't think that. A lot of them refuse to see it. She's a bubbly cheerleader, a dumb blonde, a ditz wrapped up in the spell of high school popularity and a charming, boring boyfriend. 

The thing is, she was. Chrissy didn't use to have a whole lot of awareness outside of cheer and Jason and trying to survive to the next day. 

And then she almost dies in Eddie Munson's house over spring break, and. Well. Having all her limbs broken and spending months in the hospital with nothing besides her own thoughts and Hawkins's strangest assortment of visitors changes her perspective a whole bunch. 

(She can't hide the fact that she isn't eating when she's bedridden.) 

Chrissy recovers. It's hard, and it sucks a lot of the time, but she has real friends now. And, part of her new perspective: it could always be worse. 

So, Chrissy starts to notice things outside herself and the circus of high school politics. She notices things when, a year ago, she would have been consumed with thoughts of Jason and flips and calories. 

And she notices that sometimes, Steve Harrington doesn't eat.

It’s not all the time, but it’s enough. Enough that she notices, but Chrissy is more perceptive than most people, and she picks up on this sort of stuff better than most people. So, maybe it’s not that bad. Maybe she’s just noticing things and making them out to be bigger than they are.

But she doesn’t really have a pattern of doing that.

Since she got out of the hospital, months and months after what everyone has started referring to as “the spring break from hell,” she’s spent a lot of time around the group that the kids - a bunch of freshmen - call “the Party.” None of them were the sort of people that she would have talked to at school, and she honestly regrets that. Turns out the nerds and freaks are cooler than the jocks, after all.

What was she - oh. Steve.

She’s spent enough time around the Party, and that means she’s spent enough time around Steve to notice these kinds of things. To notice the way Steve doesn’t always eat. To notice how he’ll play it off by offering it to someone else. To notice the way that someone always takes it, the way that no one seems to notice what she’s noticing right now.

Steve has been staring down this chocolate cupcake for the past five minutes, making no move to eat it.

She slides in next to him. In the chaos of the kids - older and younger alike - running around on the patio and squirting each other with water pistols, the gesture is small and unobtrusive.

“You want to split it?” she asks. That always helped her. Seeing another person eat the same thing and not having to eat it all herself.

Steve looks up like he’s been shocked awake. “Um, no,” he says. “You can take it.”

“I don’t want all of it,” Chrissy says. “I want to split it, as long as you do.”

Steve sets his jaw, and, for a minute, Chrissy thinks he’s going to refuse. If he does, it’s fine. She won’t push. She knows that doesn’t work. 

But then he nods, so Chrissy takes the cupcake and tears it neatly in half. She keeps the bigger one for herself and gives the smaller one to Steve.

“Bottoms up,” she says quietly, and then she takes a bite.

Only when she starts chewing does Steve do the same.

Chrissy thinks about the fact that cupcakes aren’t one of her safe foods. That she hasn’t had one in five years.

Mrs. Henderson really knows what she’s doing. It’s absolutely delicious.

But Steve’s smile after he finishes his half is even sweeter.

[sgiandubh]

Gleberman's podcast, take 2: the video edition

I volunteered to take one for the team, again, this time watching (or trying to, at least) the video version of Gleberman's infamous podcast on Youtube (if you are a masochist, like me, feel free: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l_md73Ws2O4&t=303s). You see, I was so intrigued by the OTT praise that I wanted to see the live reactions. To do so, I even watched it at a 0,25 reduced speed ratio, just to catch up those pesky, spontaneous facial expressions he couldn't possibly hide.

Let's start with what we all know: in 10 years, S is much, much better at hiding his game and almost proficient at mastering the poker face. But if you really pay attention (and I did), you might still notice some interesting things: after all, we aren't robots and we can't calibrate or control everything. So, here's my take on what I saw, with screencaps, and covering only the bits I quoted in my first post (https://www.tumblr.com/sgiandubh/733285180488450048/and-kia-ora-to-new-zealand-like-youve )- the rest was really beyond my patience and goodwill abilities, to be honest.

A word and a question on the staging of this podcast, before anything else. I am always paying great attention to the outfits of the people who participate, because I believe they are an integral part of the show itself. While Gleberman's was, to be honest, unacceptably sloppy, S was right on point the message he wanted to convey, with the short-sleeved (?) khaki shirt that spelled three things: Bachelor. Traveler/Explorer. Tropical Chic. As a side note, I wish he'd been dressed like that in the Nevis resort suite snippet: not the usual Peter Panesque/Marty McFly/boyz in da hood outfit. But hey, that's just me, what do I know, after all, maybe the boy really feels more relaxed in those. Brand-wise, however, I will never cease to drum up the urgent need to step up the outfit game and start aligning it with the real age.

The other thing that intrigued me is common to S and C: their love of cupboards and hallways when it comes to playing the show/not show game on podcasts 'from home'. Because they know we watch and because they know, by now, we are probably worse than the MI-6, we're left with... eh... nothing. He apparently found the perfect solution with that sort of a connecting space he is always showing us, lately. Seriously, though, who the hell places himself in front of an opening (sliding door?) to a bigger room, except when wanting to block both the view and any other interpretation? Heh. Things that make one go 🤔.

Anyways. Let's have a look at some reactions I have screencapped:

Gleberman: 'same sweetest person and like an amazing human being'.

Translation: I am pursing my lips and bracing myself for the rest of the #silly compliment. I can't possibly express how much this annoys and embarrasses the bejesus out of me. But hey, Monica, have at it and let's be done already with this circus.

Gleberman: '...and friend to talk to and I just love you.'

Translation: I close my eyes because I don't want to hear the OTT crap this woman is shamelessly peddling around. I cross my arms defensively, because this is the best I can do. I really pray internally she'd immediately stop it, somehow (though I am fully aware she won't and this is just the beginning). She definitely overstepped a red line and I don't want to be a part of it.

S: '.I think there's...there's a lot of smoke and mirrors, this is ALL fake.'

Translation: I am talking with my hands to make a point (and also to show off the damn rings - oh, Lord, let them talk about these to oblivion, on socials). I am also covering my face with a gesture evocative of a smoke curtain, because ultimately I feel the need to protect myself from the smiling entity on the other side of my screen and because, at the same time, I know exactly what I did here. Oops, I just unleashed another half-in-jest zeppelin, that people could pretzel exactly how they see fit. However, it's true: my public persona is a carefully curated lie. Peekaboo, underneath I know very well what my committed truth is.

S: ' I am the double'.

Translation: I am opening my arms and I am puffing out my chest. There, I've said it. Ha! I am in full defiant mode, now. I meant every single word I just said and damn the consequences.

I wish I'd had the patience to watch it all. But I think I've managed to analyze the most interesting part of it. Overall, there was quite a bit of stress involved on S's side (lots of chin grabbing, etc), the only one I was interested in. She was simply not worth my attention and I doubt she, unlike many other people in the media, 'knows stuff'. If anything, that only served to validate my first impressions.

And yes, always look for the presence of the teeny-tiny abnormal detail. Sometimes (not always) it can prove rewarding.

[thescarletnargacuga]

OOooOooh SCALEEETTT

Because until now do i realize that im allowed to put two asks-

MAY I SUGGEST THIS

WITH A LITTLE BIT OF CAINE BEING A SMUG MAN AND BOTHERING SHADOW ABOUT IT.

Ty🩷 DONT OVERWHELM YOURSELF WITH WORL IM WATCHING YOU

🫵

A/N:🎵I always feel like somebody's watching MEEEEE 🎶

SHADOWED ADMIRER

A SWEETTOOTH ONESHOT W/ SHADOW!CAINE

WARNING: little angsty, anxiety

~~~

The circus members gathered to await Caine to announce their daily adventure. They made idle chit chat fully unaware of the being luring in the shadows, watching.

Shadow made sure to peak subtly and silently, going completely unnoticed as he focused on one circus member in particular. The red headed ragdoll, Ragatha. Her cheerful smile and sparkling eye make his heart skip a beat. She always seemed so full of life and energy, it made him almost wish he could go on adventures too.

Her braided yarn hair looked soft to the touch, I often wondered what it would be like to have it run between his fingers. He was even envious of her patchwork dress, as it got to hug her frame every second of every day. He left out a quiet, lovesick sigh. He knew he could never tell her, but it was nice to think about what it would be like to hold her...to kiss her...to tell her how much he-

"Morning!" Caine popped into existence next to his shaded kin.

Shadow completely dispersed for a second, becoming nothing but black smoke that clung to the walls, then reformed with a glare aimed directly at Caine.

"What are you up to on this fine day?" Caine asked with a smile.

"Nothing. [%$!#] off." Shadow grumbled.

Caine looked over at his circus members in the distance. Then back at Shadow. "Wait...were you spying again? You know you could just ask me what adventure I have planned. I don't mind telling you."

"This isn't about you." Shadow noticed some of the circus members looking his way and he moved out of sight. "Now go away. You're too loud."

Caine narrowed his eyes in suspicion. "If it's not me...what is it? Hm? You jealous my cast gets to go on adventures?"

Shadow felt heated by Caine's incessant questions. "No! I don't give a flying [%$!#] about your adventures!"

"Alright, then WHO is it? Who are you watching so obsessively?"

"I'm not obsessed!"

"Shadow, this is the third time this week alone I've caught you snooping. Come on, you can tell me."

"The [%$!#] I can. You'll just announce it to the whole circus!"

"I will not! In fact, I don't want you to tell me. I'll just guess." Caine smirked.

"You really don't listen when people tell you to go away...and you wonder why no one likes you." Shadow didn't bother disappearing. caine would just follow him if he did. At least here he could occasionally glance at Ragatha.

"No need to make this personal." Caine cleared his voice. "Now, I am convinced this is about a particular person. You have a crush."

Shadow was no better at hiding his emotions than Caine. "Wha-!? No!"

"Uh-huh, sure you don't. Is it Pomni? Because I hate to break it to you, she's called for."

"Eugh! NO! That ball of anxiety in a jester hat is all yours, you freak."

Caine deadpanned. "You should really look in a mirror sometime. Not Pomni. That's a relief. Jax?"

"No! None of them! I wouldn't tell you even if you guessed correctly."

"Ah-ha! So there is a correct answer!"

"[%$!#]" Shadow swore under his breath.

"Okay, it's got to be Gangle. I didn't think someone as sweet as her would be your type, but-"

"Will you knock it off already!? God! Fine! IT'S RAGATHA!" He said so loud, it echoed through the circus. The cast members that had been talking all stopped to look around for the source. Shadow and Caine were out of sight where they were. Shadow lowered his voice before continuing. "There. Now can you [%$!#] off already!? Just leaving me alone!"

"Ragatha?? Wow, that's an even bigger surprise than Gangle. Come on, Shadow, you shouldn't be ashamed! Ragatha is wonderful! I could introduce you."

"NO! No! Absolutely not! She isn't getting wind of ANY of this! Understand!?" Shadow blushed heavily in his flustered panic.

Caine sighed dramatically. "Fiiiiiiine. Mum's the word. Promise. Cross my code and hope to fly!"

"....that's not how- whatever." Shadow pinched the top of his bottom teeth in exasperation. "Just don't tell her. Seriously. It's...better if she doesn't know."

"But why? I bet she'd love to go on a double date with you and me and Pomni. They're best friends, you know. And even if she wasn't interested, she'd be nice about it. Ragatha is a very kind person."

Shadow was silent for a moment. "It's not the rejection...it's the disgust."

"What do you mean?"

"LOOK AT US!!" Shadow snapped. "You got lucky finding someone so pathetically desperate, they accepted affection from the likes of us. Ragatha would never."

Caine was taken aback, then angry. "There's no need to insult Pomni. Her interest sees past this." He gestures to himself. "It's not about the avatar, it's about the person behind it."

"We aren't people, Caine. We're.... we're nothing but code. And I'm even less than that. I'm not even rendered." Shadow looked at his inky black hands.

"Don't be so quick to judge how she'd react, Shadow. I had the same fears confessing to Pomni. How could she love an AI like me? And yet, here we are. It wasn't out of desperation. It was out of mutual respect and longing for connection. If you respect Ragatha, you'll tell her. Creeping in the shadows will get you nowhere."

Shadow went quiet again. His eyes falling on Ragatha. His heart ached to tell her, but it ached even more out of fear. "Not...yet. I can't."

Caine nodded. "It takes time, but don't wait too long. You know I can't keep my mouth shut forever." He winked and teleported to the circus members to introduce the adventure.

With everyone properly distracted, Shadow could look fully again and admire Ragatha from afar. His daydream of her smile being aimed at him was interrupted by the intrusive thought of her being angry and insulted that he dare say anything to her. He tried to shake it, but thinking about confessing made fear grip his heart. She'd never accept him. She'd never want him. He would forever belong to the shadows. Alone.

[ballinandcantgetup452]

Terry McGinnis is the only person who can be the next Batman

I don't normally make hard statements like this. I typically hate it when somebody makes hard statements like this, but hear me out.

No prior Batfamily character can be the next Batman. I'll keep it brief and explain why going person by person (obvious headcanon warning)

Dick is definitely a likelier candidate than most. He can cover for Batman if the need ever arises. But I believe that Dick Grayson hates the idea of actually becoming Batman. He can play the role. He was a circus kid and he's got the heart of a theatre kid, he can play the role all day long. But he was the first. He arguably saw Batman at his natural worst. He and Alfred, anyways. I'm going to drop some OP lore to further elaborate. My dad's a pastor. He's a really good pastor. He's a good man, and he may be an ass, but that's because I know him as "dad". For YEARS, people would tell me that I was just like him, and for a long time, I wanted to be him. It's what boys do when their dad is at the very least decent. But, as I got older, I saw the tapestry and saw the flaws. I saw how tired being a pastor made my dad. I saw how much of his life being a pastor was taking up. I would never tell my dad to stop being a pastor, because that's him. That's his calling; and if he was anything else, then he'd be a soulless, husk of a man. But I've seen what being a pastor does to you, and I don't want that. I want to be better than that. Dick Grayson has seen what The Batman does to a person. He's seen Bruce do things that Dick would never do, and the idea of being the next Batman is something that got soured to him. And it definitely doesn't help that that's what a lot of people used to do to him. So yeah, traumadumping aside, Dick would never STAY Batman. Even if he doesn't know it.

I honestly think it's best if Jason stays as far away from the idea of The Batman legacy as possible. Jason's at the best possible spot right now. He's taken his trauma and has turned it into his empowerment. I don't care what Three Jokers says, that's dumb. Joker's an ass, we don't listen to him. ESPECIALLY if he's swapped out his gun for a crowbar and has a no-kill rule, Jason could be Red Hood until he's 90 and it'll be narratively fulfilling.

Tim is one I see get thrown around a lot. However, I believe that The Batman would absolutely DESTROY him and he would be too stubborn to acknowledge it. One common denominator I believe every Robin goes through is the realization of "oh wow, Bruce is not okay" and trying to be better than that. While I do believe that Tim went through that, I also believe that Tim is arrogant enough to believe that he's better than that. Even putting all of the "alternate Tim evil gun toting Batman" futures aside, I think that Tim is obsessive enough as is. Giving him the mantle of The Batman would cause him to obsess even more to be like Bruce thus causing ANOTHER evil gun toting alternate future Batman. Tim is best as Red Robin. An independent agent that can go well with ANY Batman to keep them on the straight and narrow.

Babs is best as Oracle. No I will not be elaborating. If you want her to be Batgirl, then say that she can Batgirl every once and a while but doing it stresses out the microchip in her back.

Steph is best as Spoiler. She backdoored her way into the Batfamily by being competent enough as Spoiler. I honestly wish that she could be like Batwoman and establish herself as Batfamily adjacent and have her own supporting cast and such. If she does have one, then I'm sorry. Cassie is kind of a blind spot.

Sadly, Cassandra Cain, Duke Thomas, and Harper Row are even bigger blindspots of mine. From what I've seen of them, I can't think of any reasons they couldn't be Batman. However, I can't think of any reasons why they especially should be Batman.

Damian Wayne is my personal vote for becoming the next Batman out of everybody pre established. Not for any birthright reasons. That's dumb. Admittedly, DCeased really turned me on to the idea. I think that the idea of Damian being the child raised by Bruce that turned out the best is a really good idea. In retrospect, I guess the idea of birthright is technically why I'm choosing Damian. BUT, understand I'm doing it with the caveat that Damian is fully developed as a person and as a character. That is the END of his arc.

HOWEVER, Terry McGinnis takes the cake for me in terms of Batman successor. This is going off of the idea that he isn't a Bruce clone. I don't know how canon we've made that, but canon is relative, so I'm saying it's not for the sake of argument. Terry is an outsider. He has no baggage with the idea of The Batman. He's just a guy working through some grief with The Batman being used as a vehicle. He doesn't know any of the Bruceisms. He never had to explain to his friends that his dad is crazy and he's sorry he made contingency plans for all of them. Terry McGinnis gets to make Batman his own. And, luckily, he gets to have a fully realized Bruce to guide him along the way. I also think that it opens so much more story potential. It's essentially a soft reboot for The Batman as an idea. Everybody else can be out doing their own thing. But I think this works in the same way that Miguel O'Hara can ALSO be Spider-Man. I believe that every intimate Batfamily member would follow Bruce's footsteps by making Batman an UNHEALTHY obsession. Terry would be different, he'd lead the pack by turning The Batman into something HEALTHY.

Or maybe I don't read enough comics and all my interpretations are super surface level. Let me know. I'm willing to be wrong.

[effy-writes]

Addict (Blitz x Reader)

17: Unhappy Campers: A Year Ago

@d4rkprdise

~~~~

A Year Ago

"Tie it, asshole." You said to your dealer. The dealer tied the blue band around the arm, tapped your vein, and pierced the needle. You winced as he injected the meth into the blood stream.

"Oh fuck," You whispered, getting hit with instant euphoria. The dealer gently took out the needle and untied the blue band. "I feel so happy." You said softly, looking up at the ceiling.

"Haven't you been doing this since you were like 16?" He laughed.

"Ha! Yeah. My parents made me do it. Well, not meth, but the other shit. Then I got too addicted."

"You have a pretty face for someone to be addicted to meth."

"Is that a compliment?" You stood up and stretched before doing acrobatic routines.

"You sure are flexible." The dealer commented, tying up the blue band around his arm to inject H8.

"Thanks to the circus." You stood up on the wobbly table. "Who wants to get this party started!"

Everyone else in the living room cheered. Another guy turned up the music, while another turned off the lights. The only thing lighting up this room was the flashing led lights.

You danced like there was no tomorrow. Doing acrobatics on the table, screaming, cheering. You loved the heighten senses and the euphoria feeling. All problems goes away whenever stimulants is in your system. You don't have to think about what you did to Blitzo and Fizz, doesn't have to think about how Fizz is disabled, doesn't have to think that you became a drug addict since 14.

You tripped on your shoe laces and collapsed onto the couch with the dealer. "Why do you use H8? It sucks, makes you feel so droopy."

"It's better than being cracked out." The dealer scooted closer to you. "There's an orgy upstairs, you should join."

"Fuck no." You laughed.

"You always enjoy those."

"That was a one time thing because I needed money."

"You did it more than once." He joked.

"Yeah, for money. I don't like doing it." You frowned a bit.

"Whatever," He stood up. "Come join whenever you need to." The dealer walked upstairs.

You groaned before tying the blue band around your arm again, wanting more meth into your system. I don't want to get fucking reminded.

Tap, fist, inject, breathe, pull it out, untie. You exhaled, eyes shot open, and stood up. Your breathing intensified, heart beating uncontrollably, but the euphoria...oh the euphoria is what made it all better.

You opened the back door to get fresh air. The wind blowing on your face felt relaxing. You then remembered the time where you were about 14 or 15 (high on coke) Blitzo made you ride the ferris wheel with him. You didn't really mind them, but when high it was a different experience. The wind was blowing while they were riding it, both were laughing, swinging the seat, occasionally holding onto each other because the wind made the seat swing too much. It was one of the best memories for you.

Sure you miss Blitzo, but you know he's better off without you. The two of you haven't spoken to each other in about 14 years.

You instantly got hit with a crazy idea. You wanted to see if you can check yourself into rehab and then escape it. You got all of this built up energy you need to release.

You took off in the middle of the night. Your shoes slamming onto the ground as you ran to the closest rehab center.

Since you didn't have a car, you had to take a bus to the Sloth ring because it's Hell, there's hardly any rehab centers.

You kicked the doors open and ran over to the counter.

"I would like to check myself in please." Your smile gotten bigger.

The receptionist looked at you confused. "Uh..you?"

"Yep!"

"Are you on anything?"

"Meth. Like right now." You laughed. "Come on let me in here!" So I can try to break out.

~~

"Barbie you have a new roommate." The nurse let you walk in.

"Y/n?!"

"Barbie!? Holy shit!" You laughed.

"I take it that you two know each other. Anyway, don't kill each other." The woman left.

Barbie walked over to you and pulled you into a hug. "I missed you, you asshole."

"It's been so long! How have you been? Well obviously not good because you're in here."

"You're on meth aren't you?" Barbie pulled away and crossed her arms.

"Uh yeah. Anyway I'm gonna try to break out."

"Why? You just checked yourself in."

"So I can see if I can escape! Girl I got so much energy right now I bet you I can kick that door down." You laughed. "You should come with me!"

"No..I'm good. I need to stay."

"Oh. Well...what's been going on with you? And can you make it quick I really wanna see if I can escape. But I do miss you sooo."

"Forget it. I'm still pissed at you for getting hooked and leaving the circus. We tried calling you Y/n!"

"I know...but-" Your eyes widened in realization. "Blitzo! Holy shit I haven't seen him in years!" You smiled. "Damn we were so close too."

"Just chill the fuck out. I guess we'll talk once you're sober enough. I'm surprised they didn't give you narcan."

"Oh it's because a fuck ton of people just overdosed while that vagina face was showing me to my room. Speaking of, I'm gonna leave so, bye!"

Barbie stopped liking you whenever you started to do harder drugs back in the circus. It was annoying to her watch you bounce up on the walls and talk crazy fast. That's honestly why Barbie preferred to do downers. She got offered stimulants many times but she didn't want to end up like you.

You ran out the room and ran into a taller succubus. "Watch it!"

"Verosika? It's a fucking reunion!" You shouted. "Didn't know they let pop stars be in here."

"Uh who are you?"

"Y/n."

"I'm just gonna call you crack head." She said in a teasing laughter.

"Fuck you too then." You scoffed. "Have fun being in here. I'm getting out."

You ran through the maze of hallways before finding the exit. Heart pounding out of your chest as you were getting closer and closer.

You felt your collar being tugged on, "Let me go, you freak!"

"You're not leaving." A hellhound nurse said.

"Why the fuck not?"

"Because you seriously need help."

"No I don't. I don't need help." You glared.

The hellhound, still holding you by your collar, took you back to the room.

Barbie chuckled, "Guess you can't break out."

The hellhound sat you down on the bed, "Lay down."

You obliged, laying down on the hard bed. "What are you doing?"

The hellhound nurse pulled out a red box from his pocket and opened it up. He took out a needle and moved your shirt down to where he could easily inject it into your chest.

"Whoa whoa whoa! What the fuck are you doing?"

"Narcan. We need to sober you up."

"Wait-Gah! Fuck!" You hissed.

Your eyelids became droopy, fatigued washed over you. "You bitch." You mumbled.

Sober you looked around. "I want to leave! I regret this! I was just cracked out please let me leave." You pleaded.

The hellhound shook his head in sympathy. "Sorry man, you need help." He said before walking away and closing the door.

"Well...what has your life been like?" You laid back down on the bed, drooling a bit.

"Been like shit. Ya know, because Blitzo started the fire."

"He did?" You said, confused.

"He got jealous at Fizz and started the fire. He killed our mom." Her eyes watered.

"Barbie..I had no idea. I mean, I knew what happened but I didn't know he caused it." You softly said.

"Ever since then I got hooked on H8. Blitzo knows about it and he wants to help but I don't ever want to see his face."

"Him and I were best friends. I haven't seen him in 14 years."

"I was pissed off at you for becoming a drug addict. But now since I am I can't really be mad at you."

You chuckled, "Yeah...I am sorry for leaving the circus and then ghosting everyone."

"At least you didn't start the fire."

"I guess so..." You kept quiet.

"What about you? What happened after you left?"

"Went to my dealers house and lived with him. Still am living there but I guess not anymore since I'm here." You rolled your eyes.

"Are you planning on going back to his house?"

"I don't exactly know. Living there is an absolute nightmare when I'm sober. But when I'm high I don't have a care in a world."

~~

Two months later you were finally able to leave, but Barbie was still in there whenever you left.

You didn't want to go back to that house, you were miserable there. You ended up on the streets for a couple of weeks, living in alleyways next to all of the other homeless people.

At first you tried to stay clean, but ended up shooting up meth a day later.

On the second week you tried to stay clean again. You realized that you can't stay on the streets any longer without getting harassed, hurt, or raped. So you pulled out your phone, and called Blitzo.

~~~

You sat on the couch at I.M.P, listening to the sinner that was speaking to Millie and Moxxie.

Blitz came rushing in, covered in bush leaves, bruises and dirt. You looked at him confused as you got up and followed him to his office.

"Shit, are you okay?"

"I know you and Barb were in rehab together. Do you have any idea where she might be?" His eyebrows furrowed.

You got taken back. "No, is she out now?"

"Apparently she checked herself out months ago. You sure you don't know where she might be at?"

"Blitz, I'm sure. Are you trying to find her?"

Moxxie interrupted the two's conversation. "Uh, pardon moi, sir."

"Not now, Mox."

"Sir, there's a client that needs us to investigate his death, and we don't usually-"

"No tiiiime"

"But, sir, we really need the cashflow, and I was thinking maybe-"

"What part of "NO. FUCKING. TIIIIIIIME." do you not understand? Just handle it yourself."

"You want me to lead? On a hit?"

"I swear on all that is evil, Mox! If you aren't out of my office in negative," He slammed his fist on the table. "three seconds-"

"Youuu GOT IT, sir!" Moxxie slammed the door shut.

Blitz pulled out a notary card and flipped through it. "I want you to come with me to find Barb."

"Really? Why?"

"Well because you two were in rehab together and you didn't ask her where she's living or where she might be." He spat.

"Blitz I told you many times I left wayyyy before she did. How was I supposed to know where she might went? I was so miserable there. I checked myself in while I was high on meth thinking I could escape. I didn't actually want to be sober and be there. We barely talked!"

"Fuck it. Don't help me, I can do this shit on my own." He spat.

You sighed and sat on the table, "I want to help. But I also don't want you to get mad at me for not knowing where she is."

He stayed silent.

"What do we do now?"

Blitz opened up his computer and searched up Barbie on social media. You leaned over the desk to look.

Barbie's profile didn't change much. There was no indication of where she might be.

"Check her occupation, sometimes people post where they work." You pointed out.

Blitz scrolled down and saw that her occupation was working at a pharmaceutical store. He stood up, you following him out of I.M.P and inside his van.

"You think she's gonna be there?" You fastened your seat belt.

"Better be." He mumbled. "Why wouldn't she tell me?"

"Whenever we were roommates she said she didn't like you that much because of the fire." You said with sympathy.

Blitz heavily sighed and rubbed his temples. "It wasn't my fault." He mumbled.

The two kept quiet while Blitz drove to the pharmaceutical store.

The van came into a drastic stop and the two got out and entered the store.

The pharmacist notices Blitz as he stops by the counter and brings up his phone to show the pharmacist the photo of his sister.

"Hi, I'm lookin for one of your employees, her name is Barbie. Does she work here?"

The pharmacist raised his eyebrow, confused of who Blitz was or why he was doing here.

"Wait, what? Who are you?"

Blitz grabs the pharmacist by his collar and pulls him over the desk before slamming him hard against the wall. He growls out of frustration and slams him again.

"Someone who's gonna get reeeal creative if you don't tell him what he wants!"

Blitz uses his tail to slap the pharmacist repeatedly to leave bruises on his cheek.

"Where is she, fucknut? I know you know! It only gets worse from here, asshole!"

"Okay Blitz, I think that's enough-"

"Shut the fuck up!" He turned his head towards you.

You looked at him with shock and took a step back. Holy shit.

Blitz slaps the pharmacist multiple times before he finally gave up.

"Okay! Okay! She's out on a pickup!"

"Where?"

"In the Gluttony Ring! I don't know where exactly! I swear!"

Blitz grumbled and dropped the pharmacist. He pushed opened the doors to leave, you following behind him once again.

"Don't even think about getting drugs from here."  Blitz spat, putting the key in the ignition to turn the car on.

"Wasn't planning on it." You mumbled. "Were you this adamant about finding me?"

"Huh?" He got caught off guard.

"Did you try to find me?"

"Why are you asking?"

You shrugged. "Just wondering."

Blitz gathered the words of what he was going today, "For a short while. I tried calling but you didn't pick up. I asked your parents and they said you never came home." He sighed. "I was worried shitless. And now I have to do it all over again for my fucking sister."

You rested your hand on his upper knee, gently rubbing it to try to sooth him. "I'm sorry."

Blitz didn't say anything, just kept his eyes on the road.

They went all the way to the Gluttony ring and asked around but nobody saw her.

"What about Beezlebub? Should we ask her?" You suggested.

"Wouldn't hurt. But Y/n I swear I will punch you if you get drugs from her."

"Wasn't planning on it."

You and Blitz stood outside the golden gates and knocked on her door. A couple of minutes later a familiar hellhound opened the door.

"Blitz! Hey man! And Y/n nice to see you two." Tex answered.

"Yeah, yeah, is your girlfriend here? I need to ask her something."

"Yeah, come on in. Haven't seen you two since the party. Y/n you're looking better." Tex let the two imps inside.

"Blitz had to give me narcan. Almost died." You chuckled, Blitz just glared.

"Oh shit." Tex laughed. "Babe! These two imps want to talk to you!" He shouted for his girlfriend.

Beezlebub flew down and squealed. "Y/n! Holy shit girl I miss you!" She pulled you into a hug. "You doing good?"

"Yeah, I am." Before you could say anything else Blitz shoved his phone in Beezlebub's face.

"Have you seen Barbie?"

Beezlebub looked closer, "She looks familiar. I think she gave me some of her drugs for one of my party's kinda recently."

"Do you know where she might be?"

"Maybe Lust? She asked me about Asmodeus, kinda forgot what for because I was hella drunk." She giggled.

"Ugh not him. Anyway, thanks." Blitz grabbed your hand and left Beezlebub's house.

"Goodluck!" She yelled out.

~~

"Blitz, we've been wondering around Lust for almost a whole week." You whined. "Can we please ask him?"

"No. I do not want to see him or Fizz."

"What about me? I can ask."

"Y/n, Fizz hated you as much as I did whenever you left."

You frowned.

"I don't hate you anymore. Look, let's just ask around some more, please."

"Wait, I thought you said you never hated me." You glared.

"At first I did, but only for like a week."

Asshole.

You walked with Blitz. Getting dark as the hours went by and your feet was blistering up.

The two found a dark alley way with some people smoking out of crack pipe. You felt uneasy, wanting to relapse.

"Hey, have you seen her?" Blitz showed them his phone.

"Yeah, man! I used to deal H8 to her!" The male imp said.

You got a closer look, recognizing that face and voice from anywhere. "Oh shit." You mumbled.

The guy looked over at you, "Y/n?" He smiled and pulled you into a hug. "It's been like what? A year?"

"You know him?" Blitz asked you.

"Yeah..he used to be my dealer.."

"What?! Did you know he dealed to Barb?"

"No! I swear! She didn't live at the house so I didn't know!"

"Whoa, whoa, this is Blitzo? You use to talk about him alll the time." The dealer laughed.

"O is silent now, asshole. Anyway where is Barb?" Blitz got closer to him.

"Probably with Jack. I saw her one time with him and he gave her some crystal to go to the human world or something."

"Where is he?"

"Probably couple blocks that way." He pointed.

"Fuck you for selling to Y/n and Barb." He gritted his teeth before grabbing your hand.

"I take it you're clean now?" The dealer asked.

"Yeah. Trying to, anyway."

"Good for you, man."

Blitz forcefully pulled you away. "You lived with that guy for years and didn't know he sold to Barbie?"

"Dude, I promise I didn't know! I only knew him and the people at the house."

Blitz still held your hand, gripping it as they pass through every drug ridden alleyway.

"Why are you holding my hand?"

"So you don't run off and get drugs."

"Kinda hurts that you don't trust me."

"Yeah, well it's because I don't." He jabbed.

You were too stunned to speak. Eventually they made it to the right alleyway and to their luck they found Jack.

"You Jack?" Blitz walked up to the imp.

"Yeah, you need anything?"

Blitz let go of your hand and grabbed Jack by the neck.

"Where is it?"

"Where's what, man?" He groaned.

"The fucking crystal!"

He shoves the dealer against the wall.

"It's here man, I swear!"

Blitz took out his pistol from his back pocket and planted it under Jack's chin.

"Open it."

Jack did what he was told and takes out an Asmodean Crystal. He shoots a beam behind Blitz and a crystal mirror portal opens up.

"Thanks."

Blitz throws Jack into a nearby dumpster and held your hand again before entering the portal to Earth. The two walked through and hid in a bush.

"She better be here, Y/n." He mumbled.

The two crawled onto the ground and heard a familiar yell.

You turned your head and saw Moxxie on top of Blitz.

"What in the- SIR?!"

"MOXXIE?!" Blitz shoved Moxxie off. "What the fuck are you doing here?!"

"Trying to finish the job you gave me!"

"Christ on a stick, you're still working on that? It's been like a fucking week. THIS is why I don't trust you with dick, Mox."

Blitz walked towards the shack, you and Moxxie following behind.

"And what exactly are you two doing here, sir?"

"Apparently, helping finish your botched job...But, mostly I'm looking for my sister."

Blitz stands back and kicks the door open with a loud slam. "BARBIE!"

"BLITZ?!"

"You know her?!"

"Do I know her? That's my sister, fuckface!"

"Y/n? What the fuck are you doing here?" Barbie pointed at you. "And what the fuck are you doing here, shithead?" Barbie said to Blitz before turning back to you. "why are you with him?"

"I ended up living with him after I left rehab...didn't have anywhere else to go."

"Barbie, I should be asking you the same thing! You check yourself out of rehab, no call, no note, and I have to track you down to this shithole with... Who the fuck is this?"

"No one! He works for me. And who's the little twink here?"

"No one... He works for me."

"Sir, that guy's the target!"

"Oh, shit, Barb! Looks like your little boy toy got himself into some trouble." Blitz laughed.

"The fuck are you talking about?"

"He killed our client, and now our client wants to kill him back." Moxxie recalled.

"You fucking WHAT?!"

"He found out about your drugs." He shrugged.

"I don't want to fucking hear it, kid." She pointed to the three imps. "Look, you're not killing my supplier!"

"Oh, fuck... supplier of what? You're not back on that H8 are you?"

"Fuck, no! It's just heroin."

"Oh. Thank, Satan."

"I thought you were mad at Y/n for getting addicted to meth and leaving the circus? Thought you hated her?" Barbie crossed her arms.

Blitz glanced at you and then back at his sister. "Not anymore. She stayed clean, for the most part. And wait, now you're peddling heroin? What's the point? That shit barely gets rid of a headache."

"It's honest work, okay? And I thought it would be sure to keep me as far away from you as possible."

Moxxie pulled out a knife. "And you teamed up with genius here because...?"

"Do you have any idea how easy teenage humans are to manipulate?"

"Heeey! No, I'm not!"

Barbie turns her head with sad eyes. "Oh, Jimmy-wimmy, can you pwease keep loading up deez druggie-wuggies for me?" She slightly bent over to show him her underwear.

"Heh. Sure, Barb. Whatever you say." He went back to load the heroin on the boat.

"Sir... I've spent a week on this...I'm finishing it, one way, or another..."

Before Moxxie could move to kill Jimmy, Barbie comes up to his face with a snarling growl and ferocious glare bearing down at Moxxie.

"Don't you dare!"

Moxxie charges at Jimmy and then brought up his knife to stab the guy, but just before he could, Barbie caught Moxxie before throwing him over, making him crash into the boat that was inside the shed.

Barbie uses the crystal to turn herself back into her imp form, "Come on, Blitzo, haven't you fucked my life up enough already?"

You pulled out your new contractible metal pole that Blitz made so you can fit it into your pockets without losing it again.

"Really? After two months of me telling you how much I hate Blitz you're working with him? You're a fucking bitch." Barbie spat.

"Barbie, he didn't mean it-"

"I don't care! What happened, had happened."

Moxxie got out of the water and launched towards Jimmy, but Barbie kept pulling Moxxie away from him.

I.M.P tried to make moves to kill Jimmy, but Barbie would always end up getting in the way to keep them from killing him.

Blitz and Moxxie held onto Barbie tightly so she wouldn't escape, while you swung the pole to hit his legs so he wouldn't run.

Barbie managed to get out of their grip and launched herself, pinning you down.

Blitz pulled out a gun and was getting ready to fire but Barbie used her tail to knock it out of his hands.

You held onto Barbie and rolled her to where you're on top of her. "If I can get clean so can you, I promise."

"You have no say in this. You purposely checked yourself into rehab so you could escape because your meth head told yourself you could do it."

"Wait, what?" Moxxie questioned.

Barbie laughed and used her tail to pull you off by your hair.

You quickly stood back up and picked up the pole to hit Barbie but she ducked, while Blitz and Moxxie was trying to kill off Jimmy.

The four imps ran around the shack, trying to kill off Jimmy while Barbie is trying to prevent it.

In a split second a firework went off and completely demolished Jimmy, blood splattering everywhere.

The four imps looked at each other in shock.

"SATAN FUCKING DAMNIT!!! Thanks a lot, Blitzo, I'm out of a job! FUCK!"

"Barb, wait! I want to help you- Let me help you, please? You're clean now, right? Let's... grab dinner, we'll catch up, and we'll talk about-"

Barbie let out a roar of laughter. "You don't fucking GET IT! Just cause I'm outta rehab doesn't mean I wanna see you! I NEVER wanna see you, EVER! And Y/n...fuck you for being with him."

Barbie opened up the portal with the crystal.  "Next time you want to find me, Blitzo, DON'T!" She entered the portal before closing up.

"I'm gonna go see Millie...You okay?" Moxxie put his hand on Blitz's shoulder.

"I'm fine." He gritted.

Moxxie reluctantly took his hand off and left the shack, leaving you and Blitz alone.

You turned towards Blitz, "I'm sorry about...everything."

"Don't be. Let's go." He said with a harsh tone.

~~~

I.M.P. made it back to the headquarters, all sitting at the table and watching the news talking about how Millie and Moxxie committed incest.

"Gonna be honest, Moxxie- Not too bad for your first solo mission."

"Reeeeeally, siiiir?" He beamed.

"Nooo, no, not really. You're a fucking disgrace."

Moxxie frowned while Millie giggled, resting her head on his shoulder.

You got up from the table and went to the bathroom, sitting on the floor and rested your head against the wall. You pulled your knees in close. Shit..I want to get high so bad.

You sighed and lightly hit the back of your head against the wall. Hearing the door knock, you jerked.

"You okay in there?" Blitz said from the other side.

"Yeah."

"....Can I come in?"

With hesitant you unlocked the door and let him in. The two sat down beside of each other.

"I can tell you want to relapse."

You raised an eyebrow, "You do?"

"I know you. Just don't..please? I can't handle it. Especially not now."

You softly smiled. "I'm not going to."

Blitz pulled you closer to him, "I'm glad you called me a year ago. I'm so fucking glad you called."

[sh1-n0bu]

Dear, Wriothesley (Genshin Impact, romance? fluff)

Do you like tea?? Like any kind of tea chamomile, jasmine, you name it. Have you tried any variation? Because if you haven't I would be more than happy to introduce some of it to you! Anyway, working as a warden must be tiresome. I hope you don't mind if I visit you sometimes. See you soon!

Your dear friend, Kintsugi

𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜! 𝙣𝙤𝙗𝙪’𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙞𝙡 𝙙𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙞𝙘𝙚!

to: wriothesley from genshin impact

being the duke of the castle of meropide was a draining job. the title may make wriothesley sound like is a noble or a royal but in reality it wasn’t. he was just… very highly regarded in the justice system of fontaine. and the people loved him alongside the title and ranking, as much as they could.

keeping the inmates in line, providing them with a job that is both enough stimulating but would also make them reflect on the reason they were in the castle of meropide in the first place. not only that, but he has to keep himself safe, never show his back to anyone or get too comfortable. although in rehabilitation and relearning how to live, they were still inmates. they were here for a reason, whether they be a big crime or a smaller one.

at least wriothesley had a few things that can calm him down and reduce his stress. tea and his dear friend, kintsugi.

tea had a lot of healing and calming factors and the duke enjoyed a good cup of tea after a long day of putting the inmates into their places. only if his room wasn’t already infiltrated and the packs of tea he keeps in there being replaced with sigewinne’s own special tea. why the melusine hybrid insists on him trying at least one was completely lost on the poor overworked duke. he tried it once, for kindness’ sake, but nearly spat the drink back out when he tasted just how sweet the tea was.

his friend kintsugi, on the other hand, was much more softer with the inmates and sigewinne. they once snuck into his house at night — how in celestia’s name they were able to find where he lived, he didn’t knew — and threatened him to at least try to gulp down the melusine’s tea is a memory that lives rent free in his mind. remembering the moment where he opened his eyes with a shadow looming over him of his friend holding a comically large circus hammer as he let out an ear piercing screech made the duke let out a chuckle as he shook his head. whatever shall he do with that dumbass…

seeing a familiar gold ink signature carrying black envelope on his desk, wriothesley felt excited. it had been a while since he last seen or heard of kintsugi, the man realizing that he found himself missing the exuberant presence of his strange friend. shrugging off his jacket and draping it on the back of his chair, he gets comfortable on the old cushions, opening the letter delicately before reading the contents inside. it was short and sweet, straight to the point as always, but it never once failed in making the duke smile wide like a fool.

“dearest kintsugi,

i thought you already knew by now as you had a history of threatening me to try sigewinne’s teas despite my protests. but yes, i really enjoy tea. the warmth, the slight scent of the dried leaf buds and the vast differences in tastes — it all helps to relieve the tension off of my muscles after a long day of work and more work. currently, i have only tried out green and black tea. the latter being my favorite.

and since you were such a sweetheart and sent me a letter first, it would be nice if you were to be an even bigger sweetheart and bring back some different types of tea leaves for me to try from your travels. even a single new variation is fine with me, i just want to try something new. anything you choose is bound to be good after all. oh and don’t try to drag in souvenirs for all of the inmates. the last time you did, we all know what happened, so save yourself the trouble.

— waiting patiently, your wrio”

[ouroboros-hideout]

Russian Girl

Alyona "Aon" Petrova 02/???

I am just a simple Russian girl I've got vodka in my blood So I dance with brown bears And my soul is torn apart

First look at corpo!Aon. Damn. It's so weird. But I like it. Not sure about the hair yet, and finding clothes is pain. But it's something.

Mayor wall of text and brainrot (and probably spelling mistakes) under the cut. Enter at your own risk.

I think I only talked about this AU in a Wip Whenever 200 years ago. So the core to it is basically that Aon never left Moscow to join a clan of Nomads and was more or less forced to stay and start her career at SovOil as an engineer.

She later meets Kurt through some "lucky" circumstances and leaves with him to America to work for Militech, fights in Unification War at his side and takes part in the creating Dogtown (what a delulu AU).

So far so good. I really like this "What if" -scenario a lot, but still had some difficulties with it which, I think, I know have solved.

Thanks to Ves and Olly for the insane Vlad Brainrot lately. Even if he's a sick bastard and I am still not sure why you want your precious OCs to suffer so much, but we don't shame anyone in this circus.

First thing that was a major stomache ache for me is the fact that Aon never got her "happy found family"-moments with the Nomads what is a huge part of her character developement in the main story. I know I shouldn't bother so much, since it's an AU. But I feel sorry for her, that I leave her in this golden cage.

Second thing I wasn't sure about is how she and Vlad would interact in this AU, since they would become "colleagues". They work in different departments, but they already knew each other so it would be weird, if they wouldn't have some touch points.

How to solve the issue with Aon beeing lonely in the Corpo-World: I had an idea for a person for a tiny little role in my main story for quite some time now but she always felt kind of "out of place" or "forced into the story". She (doesn't have a name yet. Just vague and blurry pictures in my head) is a Nomad in another clan as Aon, and both families have a rivalry going on. So they wouldn't have so much touch points because of bad blood. But she actually knew Aon's real father and would give her some major hints of what happened to him, after Aon's mom took her away into the big city as a lil baby girl. So I thought: why not bring her into the corpo AU. The how and why they meet shouldn't be to hard to figure out and I like the thought that Aon can get her "Nomad-Experience" through her and the stories she would tell. The feeling of freedom through a friend (or more ;) )

How to solve Vlads and Aons relationship: I decided they are something like medium-close friends. They are both huge loners, don't have many or any friends within the corporation or in general so they bonded over their loneliness. Vlad of course tried to rizz on her for quite some time, but she is resistent to his "charm". Still a very complicated dynamic. They can rely on each other, even if she is 80% of the time annoyed about anything he says or does, but it's still better than having no one around. Let's call it grumpy friends. I don't know how to put it better. And she kinda feels sorry for him, because she knows, that in his fucked up little head and heart is actually something human left, but he is unable to "get it out". For him she plays an even bigger role, besides having a normal social contact, because she knows about his little "accidents" and bodies, that need to be hidden afterwards.

I could go on with my blabbering about all of this for a lot longer but I think it's enough words for this post and I already start to lose the context and my head goes all over the place. Brainrot stronk! AHU!

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