#i like them being brothers... but like... i also like them being variants

[lynxgriffin]

What do you make of the Sword Route game enemy sprites? A majority of them seem to line up with major characters between the blue bird = Berdly, the yellow spear throwing monster = Asgore and it’s purple variant = Toriel, the blue and red fish = Undyne, the yellow lizard = Alphys, and the white cloak/normal deer = Noelle.

While there is a big mystery surrounding the black deer/monster sprites, I find it really interesting that the remaining enemies are a golden bullet shooting flower and set of - explicitly noted as such in the filenames - white and purple cats. The white cat lines up with Catti, which makes sense considering the seeming growing importance of her and Kris’ history of demon summing attempts. That plotline is likely to be relevant later to our ‘demon heart’ and the plan Kris needs the SOUL for.

But it also leaves us with one enemy that is distinctly Flowey-like, and another enemy that, weirdly, has to be Catty of all characters. The flower thing will probably come into play next chapter with Asgore’s seven flowers/captive audience, yet I can’t figure out what Catty could do that would draw her deep enough into the story to apparently warrant a sprite on the Sword Route. Do you have any thoughts on what could be up with her?

Yeah, my thoughts were that most of the monsters we fight in the sword route are paralleling Undertale characters rather than Deltarune ones. The exceptions are the white cloak/deer being Noelle, the black monster/black deer possibly being Dess, and the bird being Berdly.

A lot of the other Sword room setups parallel some parts of Undertale:

The yellow spear monster surrounded by flowers = Asgore's throne room

The gray fish monster surrounded by yellow lizards who all die once you defeat the fish = beating Undyne the Undying causing Alphys to vanish/kill herself

The yellow lizards that specifically shoot Lightning = mirroring Alphys' lightning-shaped magic when you do see her bullets

Although my first thought with the pink and white monsters was that it was a reference to Shyren, since it was singing? But knowing they're supposed to be cats...HUH, that is interesting. Especially since the setup for that is that the white cats refuse to attack until after you kill the singing pink one, after which they all immediately hone in on you. That's...a little disturbing!

I'm honestly not sure what might be going on regarding that. I do think it's possible that Catti and Jockington will make a dark world appearance in the next chapter (although I expected it to be this chapter), but now I'm wondering if even more of the cat family might get involved if Catty's also showing up in this form...huuuuuuh. Catti's difficult relationship with her family and especially her older sister could find some parallels in Kris's relationship with their own brother and the Dreemurrs, especially if Asriel does show up next chapter...

[masqueradeoftheguilty]

been itching to do a pokemon ragbros au and while i know the vulpix lines are popular choices on this hear me out:

diluc with a shiny aegislash (evolves with a dusk stone)

kaeya with a shiny gallade (evolves with a dawn stone)

the two have had their partner pokemon ever since they were little - their first evos when the kaeya was introduced to the ragnvindr household, second evos during their time as knights, and then they both independantly find their respective evo stones after diluc's 18th :)

[tesserat]

This was gonna be a way longer post

Anyway, so I wanna hear everyone else's opinions:

Are Peter One, Peter Two and Peter Three the same person... or are they closer to brothers?

[danidoesathing]

PMD AU ideas:

The Hexcore is still around-but there are hints to its true nature. Remember how, in the Deoxys movie, one of the titular Deoxys manifested as a little swirl of psychic power due to it being dormant? Imagine that, but the little swirl is trapped inside the Hexcore. --That said, the Hexcore isn't really "alive" until Sky is consumed-the Virus never had the chance to become conscious. (It more... Merges with Viktor's own consciousness.)

-Viktor's consciousness is not subsumed by the virus, nor is he directly controlled. It's more akin to an infection that alters parts of his personality, but he's still technically acting on his own free will. The Deoxys Virus dredges up all the dark, hidden thoughts and personality traits buried deep in his subconscious, thing he didn't even know existed, and brings them to the forefront-but it never forces him to act on them. (I'm mostly taking this route because it's a lot creepier, and more insidious, than straight mind control. How can you say you're being controlled by an external force when all the external force does is dredge up the parts of yourself that even you were unaware of, and then lets you choose whether or not to act on them?) --(Viktor's mental state at that point was already pretty bad: the virus just makes it Worse.)

-The Herald of the Arcane is a "Regional Variant" of Deoxys that's Steel/Psychic Type. Imagine a Deoxys with metallic skin, the Herald of the Arcane's color scheme, and the golden crown-like filigree, and you have PMD Viktor's final form. His Ability, Arcanic Connection, gives him a resistance to Ghost and Dark-type moves.

-Post-game, you have a chance at running into Jayce and Viktor in an optional side quest. Viktor is still a Deoxys (since it was a one-way transformation, an his body basically is the viral mass now), but he's also come back to his senses and is extremely guilt-ridden over what he tried to do. Fortunately, Jayce loves him regardless of appearance, and he's trying to help Viktor see the advantages of his new form.

ok full disclosure i dont think ive ever seen the deoxys movie in full (or if i have, ive forgotten all of it lmao) so im relying on you (and bulbapedia) for that side of it. though the way it effects viktor in this seems pretty accurate to the hexcore in canon (it doesn't control him directly, but instead exploits the HELL out of every fear and weakness he's got buried in his subconscious to influence him to act upon it's will) which i love so so much. its still you but you can't trust your own mind nor can you tell where it ends and you begin. fun times <3

ngl the Herald of the Arcane sounds busted as hell with that ability and type combo. and also one of those creatures that isn't too scary as an adult but as a child is gonna leave scars. that or its gonna alter them on a fundamental level thats going to effect their interests in the future forever. Source: i adored twilight princess as a child

(actually a while ago i came up with a fakemon for both versions of viktor and jayce. viktor's specifically was a normal/steel type (heraline) that turned either into electric/steel (macherald) or ghost/steel (archerald) depending on whether you give him the normal or corrupted hexcore)

(similarly, jayce had one that was a rock type (i never figured out a name for this guy unfortunately) that turned into a rock/fighting (giohund) or rock/fairy (talishund) depending on if it gets a gemstone or teardrop crystal)

oooh i like the idea of finding them post game and getting to help them in some way. both because it's always fun seeing characters still exist and change after the story is over but also because i keep imagining you as the player coming across these guys and jayce goes "oh heeeey buddy yeah no we're not dead. we thought we were gonna be sure but listen we need a favor <3 help us out pleeease <3" and somehow you get roped into helping two internationally wanted terrorists who almost ended the world by accident (one of which is still a mutated alien horror and the other still treating him like his husband) to not get caught by the pmd version of the fbi. it'd be great

[temis-de-leon]

Pick me boys and MC - Part 1

Characters: Lucifer, Mammon and Levi (x gn!reader, separately)

Pick me girl variant

Main Masterlist

CW: pick me boy behaviour, but Mammon's part has a literal stalker lmao (I got carried away). Jealousy, possesiveness, mentions of marriage, a bit of violence. Mostly fluff, but also cringe

@gayideatraschan not what you offered initially, but you did inspired this <3

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Lucifer

Look handsome and don’t drift away.

Those were the only two requests you had asked from him when you turned the last corner of the hallway and the banquet hall’s doors appeared right before your eyes. There was a high school reunion waiting on the other side and, although you’d never admit how nervous you were out loud, he could still hear the violent pounding of your heart and the shakiness in your breath.

Thankfully, one of the requests was always accomplished without being asked to. Sadly, you were the one who drifted away from his grasp as soon as those rusty metal doors closed after you; one moment he was holding your hand and the next someone was calling your name and making you say hi to everyone willing to recognise you.

It’s not like he’d ever blame you, obviously; especially when you had spent that last week stressing over what to wear, who would be at the party and what to say to them in order to satisfy their curiosity while literally hiding your demons and still giving yourself some credit for your merits. In the end, all you’d decided to tell was that you had been studying Human Relations at a private academy and were now an apprentice under the tutelage of a prestigious scholar. Of course, it was all too vague, but the truth was far too complicated to explain and your audience seemed satisfied with your answers.

But it was now your turn to listen to your former friends, and even some acquaintances, which Lucifer perfectly understood, still, damned it if he wanted at least to know where you were!

The melody of your laugh and your voice teased him, floating in the air and merging with the rest of the noise without giving any clear directions of your exact location. Unfortunately, although superior, your magic was also fused with weaker power sources in the large room; probably green or divination witches, which were incredibly common in modern times.

A long half-hour passed before he finally surrendered and let fate reunite you both again.

You deserved to enjoy your time with your past peers, anyway.

So there he was, mindlessly wandering amongst the crowd with a plastic cup of watered-down wine in his hand. It somehow tasted sour and expired, but there was nothing better at the table and he wouldn’t be the one bringing his own bottle to a gathering where he didn’t know anyone. A couple of strangers had stopped him a few times, sure, but conversations were short and strict; Lucifer never told more than he needed and he never wandered away from what you’d previously agreed upon.

His brother had been your supervisor at the academy and soon you became friends with the whole family, ultimately forming a relationship with him by the end of your first year.

Cute and simple.

Shouldn’t have caused any trouble.

And yet.

And yet.

What he was hearing wasn’t a voice. It was a whine. A pitiful moan. A pathetic show of affection that fell on deaf ears and forced a familiar sadistic smirk out of him.

Behind him, protected by a circle of reluctant listeners, a weasel-looking man hunched over his drink with a pout and a frown. He gestured wildly, shamelessly looking at you with longing and at Lucifer with envy; even when his back was turned, he could tell. Plus, the jealousy and resentment in his words did nothing to keep him discreet.

“I just don’t understand” he was saying, his rant resembling more a childish tantrum than an unwanted opinion. “I mean, they’re so cool and carefree and he looks so boring! They should totally be dating someone else”

“I don’t know, man” answered someone else, clearly trying to keep the peace. “They seem pretty happy to m-…”

“That’s what he wants you to think!” the weasel interrupted them. The others’ chuckles and sighs only seemed to add fuel to the fire. “Yeah, sure, MC’s entitled to date whoever they think it’s best, but he doesn’t love them! It’s obvious! Look, they’re miserable”

Something in the sour speech, Lucifer wasn’t sure of exactly what, irked him the wrong way. He could feel the familiar tingling in his back and his head, hidden limbs begging to be released along with his magic in a demonstration of power, but he liked to think he had always been good at staying calm until the time was due.

And also, it was your moment.

Thankfully, by some sort of miracle, the crowd slowly parted before him and started to form small groups. You were in one of them, talking lively to a pregnant woman. He could see a blush in your cheeks from where he was, the nervous jerk in your movements when the other human pointed at your hand obvious to his trained eyes.

Of course, the Ring of Light.

His chest puffed slightly when you spread your fingers and let the lady gasp in delight. Made out of gold and a small diamond, it probably looked like a wedding or an engagement ring for anyone who didn’t know what it truly was.

“Yeah, dude, they’re crying and everything”

The small group behind him laughed, finally giving him a reason to turn around.

Lucifer was surprised to see the weasel man so quiet, actually expecting him to stomp his feet if his reddened face and bulging eyes were any indication, but quickly pushed down his expectations when he saw him walking in your direction. For what, he wasn’t sure. To be your knight in shining armour? As if you needed one to begin with.

His movements were quick and elegant as he hurried towards the human to stop his heroic stride, but there was nothing graceful in his grasp when he closed his hand over the weasel’s shoulder.

He winced at the pain but kept looking at Lucifer’s dark eyes with fragile self-assurance.

Lucifer snickered, amused.

Cute.

“You don’t deserve MC” he said with a deeper pout, as if Lucifer towering over him and making him bend with the force of his hand was just a slight inconvenience.

He had to give him points for trying, that he had to admit, but his patience was wavering and he really didn’t want to make a scene.

“They don’t deserve you” he finally said, spitting the last word with distaste. Then, he cleaned his hand on the other man’s inappropriate graphic t-shirt and turned around to walk straight towards you.

His smile was calculated, innocence and charm pouring out of him while he shook your friend’s hand, but he knew you knew better.

Good luck getting away from him now.

Mammon

Your stare was fierce, murderous even, but it was difficult not to act bitter when he had been promised a date downtown only to be betrayed by his own partner and the worst older brother in existence.

Falling from the heavens? A mere warning.

Forced to work on club activities for extra credit? Actual divine punishment.

Sure, maybe he had skipped class too many times and perhaps his grades were plummeting at an embarrassing speed, but what else could he do when, even after all those years, Levi was still so careless about his figurines’ safety and a new pawn shop had opened right next to the House of Lamentation? He hadn’t seen so many coins and bills in his hands ever since he sold Asmo’s bath towels to his fans during Valentine’s Day! And that was for sure something else…

Honestly, why couldn’t anyone see that the true one at fault was the owner of the establishment? Mammon was, sadly and simply, a victim of circumstances.

And you? You were a damn traitor. It didn’t matter that you were wearing that cute outfit he bought for you on your birthday or that your jewellery matched his; at the end of the day, your words were empty and he should’ve known as soon as you kissed him good morning earlier.

It was so obvious! Why else would you be awake so early on a Saturday morning?

And why was RAD open on a Saturday to begin with??

He sighed again, louder that time, and made sure to avoid your eyes when you turned to glare at him with an even deeper frown. Before he could think about it though, you apologised to the sad-looking incubus goggling at you and marched straight in Mammon’s direction.

His body tensed and he felt himself shrink, but he made an effort to keep ignoring you as you sat on your heels and grabbed both of his knees to create more space.

“Baby” you cooed sweetly.

He knew better than to trust the welcoming tone.

“Ya better be here to apologise, MC”

He closed his eyes showing an indignant expression, even turning his back on you and crossing his arms over his chest to really drive the point home. Hopefully, you’ll feel guilty enough to regret your actions, kiss him a couple of times and take him out of school for the promised date.

Luck was not on his side that day.

“You wish”

“Oh, c’mon!”

Mammon’s interruption came out as a whine as he let himself sink deeper into the couch before, not even a second later, sitting up straight to point an accusatory finger at you. Your gaze seemed innocent, but he knew you enough to accurately guess how much you were enjoying his suffering.

“We were supposed to be out there shoppin’, not here watchin’ pictures of… yourself!”

“Why, I thought you liked watching my pictures”

You spoke in a low voice, yet he still understood you. Warmth quickly rushed to his face and his hands didn’t waste a moment in covering your mouth, but he could feel your smile under his skin.

“Doncha say those things in the open like that, idiot! Besides, ya know the pictures I like are in my room… These are just super creepy!”

Behind you, the incubus you had been previously talking to was listening with little to no discretion, standing in the middle of the room and talking to no one despite the endless activity surrounding you. His body was slightly turned in your direction, but his eyes were stuck to the floor.

Mammon squirmed in his seat at the shameless eavesdropping. A wave of irritation spread through his body and an uncomfortable weight sat in the pit of his stomach.

“They are… weird” you admitted, getting up only to sit on his leg. Had you been the only ones in the study room he would’ve melted instantly, but there were too many demons around and one of them was seriously getting on his nerves. As if sensing his discomfort, you cradled his face to force eye contact, clearly annoyed at his attitude but also slightly regretful. “But this is my fan club, Mammon. What did you expect they had on the walls? Honestly, I’m surprised you’re not more excited; you know, since you’re so… obsessed with me and everything”

“I am… What-! Obsessed??”

“You’re in love with me, Mammon”

Thankfully, you were merciful enough to sing your teasing in the lowest tone possible, right next to his ear so no one else could hear. Still, he covered up your mouth again like you were shouting profanities.

Laughing cheerfully at his bashfulness, you gave him a quick peck on the cheek and got up.

“We’re almost done here. Act like you’re doing something and then I’ll take you to Majolish and the cinema or wherever else you like. My treat!”

He perked up at your words, immediately jumping away from the couch before walking towards one of the tables. Your giggles followed him with each movement, but he was too stoked to mind.

Finally! Finally, you were getting out of there!

However, he couldn’t help but feel a bit annoyed at the situation.

Lucifer, no doubt showing the loving and caring personality that gave him his infamous reputation, knew what he was doing when he made Mammon reach his required semester credits by going to your fan club.

Since it was relatively new, most of their activities revolved around investigating you; your habits, your hobbies, what you liked and disliked, food, school subjects, clothes…  They had newspaper cuts with your interviews, fliers and tickets for events that involved you and, of course, pictures. Taken from your Devilgram account, from the newspaper, from the brothers’ Devilgram accounts and your friends’, but also from real life. Pictures taken behind your back in the Cafeteria and even in class.

It was creepy. It irked him and sent a shiver up his spine.

Compared to the pictures in his walls, taken with that plastic junk you’d bought on the human internet for less than the average minimal wage, the images scattered around the surface of the table in front of him looked like a stalker’s love letter. While Mammon got to wake up every day to your immortalized smile and the priceless memories you’ve made together, the lead photographer in your fan club was clearly hidden behind bushes on at least half of his creations; there were leaf-shaped shadows on the corners of the photos and some of the angles were off, coming from the ground and making a certain part of your body stand out more than the rest.

And look, he knew what his brothers would say- What anyone would say if he complained about this weirdo, but this went way beyond what he felt for you as his partner. The newspaper and the Devilgram stalking, he could understand from a bunch of losers, but the rest? Following you on your way home? Eavesdropping private conversations?

He turned around, searching for the incubus that was becoming too comfortable for his own good, and found him standing right behind you while you talked to some of the other members.

Too close, head tilted down, shamelessly staring where no one but Mammon was supposed to look.

He didn’t realise he was walking until he got there.

Something hot and electric rushed through his body, making the ends of his hair stand out. He felt like an animal ready to pounce, like one of his crows defending their territory, chest puffed out and feathers ruffled.

But it wasn’t the moment, nor the place.

The only reason he was there was because he’d borrowed some toys from Levi, and Lucifer was a miserable demon who couldn’t see anyone around him being happy without convulsing. If Mammon dared to show any sign of ill behaviour while on this… glorified detention, there was no way he’d get out of the staircase and the familiar burn of the rope around his body for a long while.

And he wanted you to have a good time with him, dammit. A date where the both of you could go around town spending some money and, hopefully, kiss a little at the very end.

But he wouldn’t have any of it if he beat some nobody to a bloody pulp.

Ugh.

What a hassle.

“Hey”

A faint touch in his middle section caught his attention. Your hand, dancing over the skin of his clothed hip-bone, brought a teasing chill with its touch. Mammon looked at you with a raised brow. Despite the way you hugged his waist to bring him closer to your embrace, which was nothing short of caring, your eyes were narrowed and filled with suspicion.

“We’ll leave in a minute, okay?” you murmured under your breath, just for him to hear.

However, the weirdo seemed too interested in what you wanted to say. His silhouette moved in the corner of Mammon’s eyes, leaning forward in an effort to capture the meaning of your words, and ultimately managing to trip over his own foot and fall over your back. Unsurprisingly, and as sweet and understanding as always, you just smiled politely and watched as he blushed and stammered some half-assed apologies. The rest of the group only giggled at his clumsiness.

Mammon seethed.

He took a deep breath and stepped away from your side, raising both hands above his head and stretching as much as his body allowed him to. His bones cracked and the hem of his shirt rose up, bringing your eyes to the exposed skin in his tummy.

“All this hard work got you tired?” you chuckled, playfully bumping your hip with his.

He fought the urge to squeeze it, and instead let his arms fall to clasp the incubus nape. The slap echoed across the room, and the noise lowered down almost immediately. His fingers curled around sweaty skin.

“Oh, I’m exhausted, MC” he teased back, sharp nails sinking and making the incubus squirm.

Like clockwork, your gaze changed into one of concern and focused in the weirdo’s direction. You opened your mouth, clearly wanting to ask what was going on, but nothing came out, and Mammon took the opportunity to side hug the demon beside him and forcefully drag him to the doorway.

“Wh-…” he muttered, frantically looking around as Mammon pushed him to the hallway. “Where are we going?”

“Mammon…!”

“I’m taking interest in the club” he shrugged, sporting an unusual innocent voice.

“Mammon” you repeated, sterner that time.

In any other occasion, your crossed arms and your flaring nostrils would’ve had an effect on him, but that day was different.

That day, he had been lied to and bamboozled, forced to stay in a classroom full of needy puppies when he could’ve spent a perfect Saturday dragging you by the hand from one store to another. He was dressed up, looking more handsome than ever, and you looked like a dream, yet the one under his arm was the creepy photographer from your fan club and not you.

No. Today your ire was not enough.

Hiding a smirk behind slender fingers, Mammon winked at you and finally stepped away before closing the door. He knew he’d pay for it in the long run, but he tended to enjoy punishment as long as it came from you.

People called him a masochist for a reason, right?

“What are we doing here?”

Mammon turned, his face expressionless, and stared at the incubus in complete silence. Although the incubus was trying to sound nonchalant and casual, the tremor in his voice was painfully evident and he couldn’t stop his hands from shaking. Noticing how interested the Avatar of Greed himself seemed in them, he eventually put them in the pockets of his uniform.

Big mistake.

No way to get rid of Mammon if his hands were tucked away.

So, without losing his stone-cold composure, and faster than the incubus would’ve ever processed, he grabbed his throat and pushed. Pushed, pushed and pushed until all he could feel was muscle, tendons, bones and the cold stone behind them both. It was a miracle that the lower demon didn’t choke when he tried to gulp down his nerves.

It was gratifying, in a sense, feeling the panic coming out of his pores as he pathetically tried to scatter away, kicking his legs and scratching Mammon’s arms.

“You think you’re so smart, doncha?” he murmured, grip seemingly effortless despite lifting the other demon in the air a couple of inches. “Going after my MC, taking pictures and sharing them with the class… Being so good at hiding, you could’ve done so much more, but you stayed there. Why?”

He stayed silent for a couple of seconds, not really expecting an answer. Although the incubus could open his mouth and let out some sounds, there was nearly no air in his lungs to form a sentence.

Still, giving him the illusion of choice was entertaining.

“Thought you could learn enough to make them fall for you?” he ended up saying in the end, already knowing the answer. That time, however, he didn’t wait for anything to happen. He could feel the embarrassed heat from his cheeks. “Just how pathetic are ya, huh?”

He retreated.

The thud of the body falling to the ground wasn’t as satisfying as he hoped it’d be, but seeing the incubus grimacing in pain and blushing with shame did bring some amusement. His teary eyes were the cherry on top.

“You act like a child” he sobbed, glaring at Mammon with defiance despite the pathetic state he was in. “I was studying them, so what? I understand them now. I’d treat them better; make them feel better. Someone like them has to be with someone that gets them. And there’s no one like me…”

His coughs interrupted his little monologue.

Mammon crouched as the other demon cleaned his mouth with a sleeve and fanned himself with a hand, still hot and flustered from almost being suffocated to death.

A part of him, the one with poisoned spines and sharp fangs, wanted to finish the job and come back to you after everything was done. The other part, soft and pliant, yearned for a long deserved date with no hard feelings and no fighting between you.

Still silent, but now smiling, Mammon gently grabbed the demon’s chin and slightly lifted to bring it forward.

“What are you doing?” he asked, horror rooted deep in his voice.

Mammon pursed his lips and tilted his head, teasingly, but there was no humour in his tone when he talked.

“Making sure I don’t forget who you are”

Leviathan

Until he met you, Levi thought there was nothing in the three realms that could compare to the beautiful complexity of what the 2D media offered, less alone be better. The fluid motions in animation, the range of emotions displayed with the simple stroke of a pen, voice actors reaching their limits in an effort to show what the character was feeling… And that was only the technical part. If he started talking about the possible plots, the character developments or the values and lessons thought through anime and manga, then he wouldn’t go to bed for days and he would talk himself to death.

Everything outside of his room was just so… fake. Playing pretend all of the time and rejecting individuality for the sake of fitting in. The same thing everywhere, over and over and over again, predictable and devoid of meaning. Why would anyone settle for that?

However, even someone as strict as him could accept when some specific things were occasionally similarly enjoyable to his lifestyle.

For example, ever since he became your friend, and eventually your boyfriend (thank Lord Diavolo this is inner dialogue, because he would’ve never been able to say that out loud), Levi came to discover that said beautiful complexity was even more beautiful when you were there experiencing it with him.

Daily marathons and gaming sessions became common in your couple activities repertoire. You also exchanged books on the occasion to share opinions, but there was something about sitting in the same room without constantly interacting that made your relationship feel intimate and cared for. He wasn’t talking to you, but you were still absentmindedly playing with his hand while absorbing what you were seeing on the screen; and you were talking to yourself as you brutally decimated the final boss in his newest RPG, but his tail was comfortably wrapped around your leg.

Not needing to repeatedly reassure the existence of your relationship was far more comforting than he could ever put into words.

Today was just further evidence to prove his point.

Hours had passed since dinner ended, yet you both were still awake, eyes glued to different screens in his gaming setup as your characters separately covered the terrain, slayed enemies and healed the rest of the team. He’d chivalrously given you the chair, opting himself for the bean bag, and although his back was killing him and he’d had a sore neck in the morning, there was no way he would let you be so uncomfortable in his presence. Sure, you’d offered to sit on his lap while he sat on the chair, but of course he’d rejected it!! That was too much!!

Anyways…

Back to game.

Normally, you liked to keep your sessions private, especially when you played choice-based games, but this time was different. This time was your first with his online friends: kind strangers he’d met over the years who understood him better than anyone in his own family. Some were other, lower demons, and some were humans who had no idea of who or what he was, yet treated him with the same comradery as an old childhood friend would.

The idea of you meeting them and potentially befriending them as well made him giddy. So giddy, in fact, that he had long gone abandoned his screen to focus on yours.

And you were incredible at it, blending perfectly with his group and working like greased machinery even on survival mode. You knew how to use your character and which were your favourite weapons, annihilating every monster that came in contact with merciless brutality and the tiniest of teasing miles.

He felt like his heart was about to burst from excitement.

And his friends thought so well of you too!

@/mym0mm4demedothis: Make sure to shoot him again MC, I think he still can breathe lmao

@/pigeonsRDgvmnt: Damn, I didn’t even have to grab the controller for this 0-0

@/omegakitten4display: Can you suffocate me?

That last one unnerved him a little bit, but he was well aware of this particular user’s sense of humour; nothing worth worrying or being jealous of. Besides, you’d made sure to kiss him on the cheek extra loud right next to his microphone for everyone to hear and tease him about, so he really didn’t have any reasons to complain.

Except… Well…

Did he, though?

You weren’t especially annoyed about It, but he could see it was slowly getting on your nerves, judging by the way you occasionally rolled your eyes and clicked your tongue. Still, playing hero for you when you were ignoring the problem so gracefully didn’t sit right with him, so Levi stayed silent and let his head rest on your shoulder while he watched you play.

@/grinninManIac: try support next time, mc, itll be easier :)

@/mym0mm4demedothis: Boy, shut up and improve your aim

@/grinninManIac: just offering advice

This wasn’t one of his friends, but rather a friend of a friend of a friend who didn’t have anyone to play with that night. He’d sent countless messages to the groupchat asking for their friendship codes, and at one point you’d felt so much pity for him that your human nature had flourished and your compassion made you immediately offer your code first, pushing the others to do the same.

Levi was sure you were regretting that now, though.

But what did he expect? If you were nice and good to even the scummiest of scum on earth, Mammon, then everyone else was prone to be treated just as sympathetically.

@/TheOvineGOAT: thanks, but I’m good with my main

The response was instant.

@/grinninManIac: r u sure? i can teach you how to use the others

@/TheOvineGOAT: Lev can do that just fine

@/grinninManIac: u can depend on other people, u know ;)

You paused, staring blankly at the screen before quietly turning off your mic and forcing out a gag. Levi was so offended on your behalf that he couldn’t even laugh at your exaggerated disgust.

He opened his mouth, ready to shoot back and defend your superior abilities in the game, but you eagerly took your index finger and shushed him with it. The warmth of your skin and the intimacy of the contact dragged a tiny whimper out of him.

Thankfully, though, the microphone didn’t capture it.

@/mym0mm4demedothis: Teach them?? Do you even know how to play??

@/grinninManIac: i’ll have you know that ive been playin for more than a year, every day, the whole day :)

@/grinninManIac: you could call me an expert haha ;))

@/pigeonsRDgvmnt: How about you put that controller down…  -_-‘

@/omegakitten4display: Suffocate

@/TheOvineGOAT: No need :3

Levi shook his head in disbelief and slight embarrassment. He had been so focused on the conversation that he hadn’t seen what you were doing on the screen: sneaking under the enemies’ radar, stealth mission style, and placing yourself behind the newcomer in his friend group.

Your friend group.

Silently, with a smile so wide it could brighten his days forever, you powered up your ulti and blasted your teammate without mercy, loot falling to the ground and a small penalization for enemy fire appearing in the corner.

A couple of seconds passed in silence where no one in the call talked.

Then, and rather uncontrollably, everyone started laughing. Loud and shamelessly, like a pack of hyenas. No one noticed the new guy leaving the call under all the noise.

@/grinninManIac: u didn’t have to b such a bitch about it >:(

Surprisingly, you just rolled your eyes at the written message before blocking the user. If the crass word bothered you, it didn’t show on your face, and Levi couldn’t do more than stare in awe and blush uncontrollably as you focused on the game again and got ready to forget the whole incident.

His friends continued laughing for a while, applauding your lack of hesitation, and it didn’t take too much before they started teasing him for his sudden silence.

But what could he say?

You leave him speechless.

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[angelyuji]

more mark -O- & variants!!!

cw // yandere behavior, emotional manipulation, shitty smut for mark (kinda dubcon), implied noncon, toxic toxic toxic, the variants are evil, physical & verbal abuse, breeding kink too lowkey

mark thots :P

he’s sooo pathetic and cute i can’t

down baddd for you

i’ve said before that he’s superrr emotionally intense like he’s got the puppy-dog eyes DOWN

he knows that he can manipulate you into doing whatever he wants

i actually had something else to say but i forgor… so im gonna write some porn for u guys… don’t hate me if its bad… im trying

“i missed you so, so much.” he hugs you tight and you laugh.

“mark, we just saw each other yesterday.” you recount your dinner with him, debbie, and oliver.

he groans into your shoulder, “i know, i know. but i just missed you so much, after training oliver, all i wanted was to hold you.” the ache in his chest after being away from you disappeared at the sight of you. mark pushed you onto your bed.

“wait- mark, my roommate-”

“i don’t care.” he pulls you into a kiss, working his hands down to take off your pants. you try to push him off, but mark grips your hands. he uses a hand to pull off his mask, “please, (y/n). i need you.” his heart starts to ache at your resistance. you sigh, taking off your clothes.

“just-” you lay down, “-be quick, i have to go to a party.” he nods, making sure to quickly take off his suit. you moan as mark feels you up, groping your chest. he pushes two fingers into your mouth and he holds back a smile when you jolt.

“suck.” his voice feels rough in his throat; he was barely holding it together at the sight of you wrapping your lips around his fingers. he takes his wet fingers to press into your wet hole, “fuck, you’re soaked.” you huff, indignant, but you whimper at the feel of his fingers scissoring you open.

“mark…” you moan, hand reaching out to his face.

“yeah, baby?” his eyes are wide, watching you clench around his fingers.

“please, i need more.” mark pauses and you reach out to grip his hair, “please mark, i need you.”

his eyes trace over your naked body: your chest heaving, sweat glistening on your forehead, and your puffy lips. “only if you come over tonight.”

“what?” you breathe. mark’s fingers start pumping into once more and you writhe, pushing your hips back to feel him deeper.

“i just need you to say you’re coming with me, instead of going to the party.” mark smiles at you and he watches your face twist. he stops his hands and you whine.

“okay, okay. no party. just fuck me please.” you beg and mark smiles, innocently. mark takes his fingers out to wrap it around his dick, aligning it with your dripping hole. he sighs as he presses into you, “fuck…” you whimper, feeling him deep inside.

“fuck, baby, you feel so good.” mark grips your thighs, pounding into you. you could barely speak, letting out choked gasps at each push. “mine.” he growls as he folds you in half. you moan, feeling him deeper than before. “you’re all mine, (y/n).”

just remembered as i wrote this, but mark acts like he’s super pathetic and emotional in front of you

while also being pretty similar to nolan behind your back

he doesn’t want you to see that side of him, so his whole personality is pretty secretive

as papa nolan said, “what (y/n) doesn’t know won’t hurt them.”

anywho lets talk variants

im more familiar with them now jk i had to rewatch clips but its cool. i miss the show a lot already

“are you sure”

anyway first! viltrum mark

i tried to find more lore about the varients in the comics, but alas… none

looking at the few snippets we have of him, id say he’s very royalty, no nonsense, strict, and very much the type to actually follow through on the threat of washing your mouth out with soap if u swear

to my fellow manhwa readers: think very duke-of-the-north-red-flag-ml

like rn i was reading “how to win my husband over” and i’d say viltrum mark is similar to that fuckass pervert brother (i want that guy to die but that’s neither here nor there)

believes you are his future queen and all that

but also believes in corporal punishment to make sure u don’t repeat your mistakes

doesn’t allow anyone but him to disrespect you or touch you

if someone even looks at you in a way he deems “wrong”, he’s gouging their eyes out

if you talk to someone for longer than he deems necessary, he’s ripping their head off and giving it to you like “look what you made me do”

seems very mild-mannered considering how coldly he talks, but like… no not at all. he’s insane

he still treats you relatively well tho unless you’re being bad/bratty/talking back/not doing whatever he’s telling you to do

nsfw: if you’re capable of getting pregnant, oh brother. he’s fucking you into the mattress every night until you’re pregnant and all throughout the pregnancy too

like knowing you’re carrying the next generation of viltrumites…. he’s freaked UP

saying you’re the “queen” is a stretch cause ur kinda just a incubator atp but like mark loves you

ur his!!! you’re the reason he has children and also the reason he even cares about the viltrum empire hehe

sinister mark + mohawk mark :P

mostly keeps you around cause you’re fun to torture

he doesn’t really feel love, but he holds some affection for you

only because he likes your reactions to the things he does

he would’ve killed you first, but he thought you were cute to look at so he was like… lemme keep a trophy of my conquest!!!

so he really does only see you as his toy to mess with

not really a yandere imo, just a psychopath

so you’re just an object to use and abuse to him

he doesn’t really gaf about how u like it or feel abt it as long as he gets off

dark invincible/fully masked invincible

imo he’s one of the few that really does care about you

he came to earth for the invincible war to bring debbie back home (which is so cute and sad ugh)

so i can only imagine that he’s similar (in yandereness) to our mark except more pitiful and possessive

i can only assume nolan killed debbie in his universe so he was extra protective of you (or maybe the viltrum takeover was successful and the viltrumites killed debbie, letting mark and nolan live for some reason idk)

has some humanity left in him because he remembers what it’s like to have a family and a mom

would kidnap you from your house while you’re asleep and then act like he’s the victim in the situation

unmasked invincible/markvincible/no mask mark

i already hc mark is bi (i hc all characters i like as bi cuz i can)

but same as mask-vincible

he misses william :(

very cutie patootie, not as in touch with his humanity as mask-vincible or og!mark, but still obsessed with you

like he would kill the people you love if it means he could have you to himself

i hc that’s what he would’ve done if he got to william

like he’s killing the bfs and family and keeping you chained to him lowkey

anyway not much else to say i fear

please send me ur thoughts expanding on the characters lol i might’ve gotten the varients mixed-up or mushed them together idk sooo many characters to keep track off and sooo few clips of them that im basically making up my own personalities for these guys lolol

[visenyaism]

top ten clinically depressed asoiafers

I don’t think anyone ever wrote out the Westerosi DSM but I’ll take a crack at it.

Honorable Mention- Mance Raider and Qhorin Halfhand. We don’t get enough to make a full conclusion because it’s not important to Jon’s story so this is just a vibe but I feel it strongly.

10. Rhaena the Lesbian- like one of two actually great fire and blood characters. Convalescing in Harrenhal for like a decade after her wife left her and her third husband killed all her girlfriends plus she was one dead kid and one dead mother down. Kind of epic. Should have survived long enough to be weird and bitter to Jaehaerys’ insane children.

9. Daemon Targaryen- hey speaking of killing yourself in Harrenhal. Him never being happy with what he had or knowing what he wanted beyond getting his big brother to be proud of him so he just had to constantly chase dopamine in the form of insane levels of violence grooming teenagers and getting his cop frat brother employees to like him for money. Chemical imbalance with a body count in the thousands for his last midlife crisis wife leaving teenager grooming riverlands murder suicide bender alone.

8. Rhaegar Targaryen- Hey speaking of making your clinical depression everyone else’s problem at Harrenhal leading to the death of thousands. Why do people keep letting them do this is the question. Could estrogen have saved her is the second realer question

7. Lysa Arryn. Free her.

6. Daeron the Drunken- what if you were HAUNTED by PROPHETIC DREAMS that were only BAD and spelled the death and doom of your ENTIRE FAMILY and you COULDNT ESCAPE THEM except through SUBSTANCES and you were also the HEIR and your DAD was so DISAPPOINTED IN YOU and you had to take your RUDE and disrespectful plucky BABY KING ARTHUR brother to the CIRCUS and he was TEN and BALD and picked up by the hedge knight you DREAMED OF because he is going to INSTIGATE TO THE ETERNAL MISERY OF YOUR FAMILY a little bit on accident because you are DRUNK. NO HOPE. also honorable mention to post-fratricide Maekar who just locks himself in summerhall for years and post-treason court hostage Daemon II Blackfyre. I hope he and Daeron got brunch.

5. Ned Stark- classic flavor original variant Father Depression. Things went wrong for him young that he will never explain to anyone ever and they form a veil that serves as a barrier between him and the world and everyone he loves. Poor Ned.

4. Stannis Baratheon. Never let himself enjoy anything ever. Melancholy from birth. Rude and extremely blunt with everyone. Smiles twice both at Davos. Anorexic. Bald. Who among us has not been there.

3. Alannys Harlaw Greyjoy- finding out that Theon and Asha have an alive mom who is a gothic horror attic wife who never recovered from the loss of her family to the point that she’s still asking when all her dead and missing sons are going to come home to her and then Theon comes home and does not visit her. Actually agonizing for me the reader

2. Jon Connington- I’m about to get real sincere with these last two because Dance was a really good book that hit at a pivotal time for me. Everything he is in the world to do is motivated by this deep and profound grief and repression that simultaneously makes him a worse person (hungry to commit war crimes) and his best self (dives into the river to save Tyrion contracting greyscale in the process, being as loving and supportive of a father to Young Griff as anyone really could possibly be in this series.) The fact that he is such a late-game addition but feels like a missing piece as a character because of the emotional weight he carries is really cool. I love all his chapters. Tried to grasp a star overreached and fell is so powerful.

1. Tyrion Lannister- I adore his dance with dragons chapters where after his big moment of patriarchal catharsis he is suicidal and misanthropic and an alcoholic and hurting himself and others. It is really compelling because sometimes people get worse. And yet this is interspersed with moments where he is confronted with real genuine danger or real genuine joy and he consistently chooses to be kind to others for no material gain. Like comforting Penny during the storm or tackling a Stone Man into the Rhoyne to to save Young Griff’s life. Arguably these moments do not outweigh all of the harm he is actively inflicting, but they do show that he is incorrect about his self concept that he’s a monster and is actually just a deeply hurt person who has been traumatized so profoundly and is struggling as a result of it.

[crepezinhos]

POV: They heard you talking dirty about them

He just wanted to help you unpack and place the things you had brought to your new home, but instead, met you telling to another friend in the kitchen, who was helping too, how you would easily let him fuck you after being so kind and helpful to you, and that you had a growing crush on him. He stood there for some good minutes, clueless about what he should do now, before deciding to simply continue his job there and never tell you that he heard what you said about him.

It did not work, in fact, it worsened. Now that he knew about such private secrets of a person he crushed on, he couldn’t interact with you for more than a minute before his own intrusive, pornographic thoughts about you and the things you said made his cheeks glow bright red. Of course you noticed the sudden change in behavior and went to talk to him about it, thinking that he was mad at you, and it took you five variantions of “What’s wrong?” before he finally turned to you and vomited everything out, not only the incident but also his feelings towards you. Now you two couldn’t stand each other’s presence and wanted to simply walk away in opposite directions like that moment never happened, but you had to apologize to him and he had a confession to make.

“So, hum… arewegonnadoanythingaboutit..?” He asked as quick and low as he could, really afraid of your rejection, although he had in mind you two shared the same kind of feelings to each other.

Itto, Xiao, Gorou

You and him have always had a very platonic relationship, even if you weren’t somehow brothers or emotionally connected, which always made your friends wonder if any of you crushed on each other. Now, as you and two of your common friends waited for him and the rest of guests to arrive at the private party in a bar, they decided to pull the topic up, but the slight effects of the few sips of alcohol you drank made you all of you turn into sex pests in minutes. Now there you were, describing how you would probably choke on his ‘fat cock’ as he called you a ‘good girl’ alongside with noises of you pretending to suck and choke on him as your friends cackled to death and him behind the door of the room with his beer in hands, trying to wait for a perfect moment to barge in and scare everyone.

Now, don’t get him wrong, he isn’t malicious, but it would be so fun to play with your innocence and see your face of realization when you found out that he heard that conversation. His plan of slowly giving you hints started in that same party by making slight remarks on the fact that he had been waiting behind that door for some long minutes to make his arrival scary, but you didn’t get that, or any other hint at all. After almost a week wishing for his plan to work while he lusted for intimacy with you, as you walked together to his apartment in the building, he finally decided to give the most obvious hint ever of it, by telling you a story of how ‘he heard 3 girls talk about how one of them liked this another friend in common and how they talked about many weird topics such as oral sex in a very loud tone’. You froze in place, realizing that all random, contextless remarks of him were referencing to that moment, and now it was your turn to talk since he finalized his story asking your opinion about it. He kept smirking the entire time, and the more embarrassed you seemed, the bigger his smirk was. You started apologizing in a state of panic, trying your best not to scream while you waved your hands and head and telling that it was just a joke and that it shouldn’t be serious at all, but he knows you’re just embarrassed and watched the whole scene quietly.

“Really..? Dang it… I was really getting so interested in the girl doing the ‘gulp gulp’ noises. Pfft… haha..! I’m just kidding, Y/N, I’m not offended by that at all, in fact I am actually delighted… Wanna come in and solve this matter like two adults?” He flirts while walking up to you and pulling out the keys to his apartment since you two were already at his door.

Kaeya, Kazuha Zhongli, Ayato, Thoma, Sethos, Wriothesley

Don’t ask why, but he really just wanted to make a surprise in your birthday, knowing that you were probably going to react the way he wanted you yo. He sneaked into your dorm with some others friends in common when you texted them you’d be home in five minutes, and hid behind your sofa with his confetti popper and gift in hands, prepared to explode it. He and everyone else kept very quiet when he heard you arriving, but he wasn’t expecting to hear another friend of yours coming in too. That person want involved in the prank at all, and since he was the leader of that surprise, he whispered commands to everyone, making everyone get back at their spots. Unexpectedly, the topic of the conversation changed into him and what you liked most about him. You initially described he was a very nice person and that you thought he dressed well, but surprisingly, you decided to specifically tell about how his eyes were sexy and always caught your attention. Your friend, interested in what she heard, kept the conversation going by spicing it, and the next thing you said was how making eye contact with him during sex would make your orgasm come faster. Everyone’s jaw was dropped, although they recognized your tone was ironic, including you after they revealed themselves very suddenly.

After that moment of shock and happiness, the first thing he did was walk up to you when he saw you lonely with his arms crossed in much confidence, who and self-stern.

“Wow… between all the parts in my body that could make you cum faster, what turns you on are my eyes?! Such a lame answer… I was expecting more, I must say.” He joked as he stood beside you and leaned against the wall, which made you finally panic in embarrassment as you apologized non-stop.

He would never ever tell anyone that he had to hide a slight, increasing boner in his pants during that entire surprise party.

Scaramouche, Tartaglia, Heizou, Cyno

It was midnight and he was trying to sleep, but he kept failing since the noises coming from all the girls in your dorm didn’t allow him to relax. You were doing a girl’s night in your dorm, a silly sleepover, and he was hating every bit of it as he switched his position for the hundredth time. But as soon as he heard one of your many visitors mention him and ask you about him, his eyes opened. He might be a frank, honest, cold soul, but come on… who doesn’t like to at least know what other people thought of you?

Well, since everyone except you, thought of him as a weird, rude, creepy man… they started making questions about how would he possibly fuck a pussy. The majority of girls thought he would need lessons before doing it, some thought that he was just an average fucker, but some few, including you, thought he might actually be good at it. Most girls didn’t understand why, so you described how you thought he probably has some sort of weird kink that most people don’t like, so he has to hide it, but might’ve actually made many girls see heaven. Then… you started to scene a weird role-play sex scenario of a tutor and his student by asking easy math questions, like he was the one saying it, then tuning your voice to a girly one answer the question, which made you suddenly clap your hands and go back to the manly voice to say ‘Wrong!’ and some punishment orders, making all your friends cackle like a group of hyenas.

“Ew.” That was all he thought.

He was so shocked and disgusted with the absurdity of the conversation that he decided to get up and go to your door to ask for a better silence. Luckily, you were the one to answer it, and as he described that he couldn’t sleep because of the volume, he mentioned that he could hear every single word coming out of everyone’s mouth through those thin walls, which obviously made you internally worried. After that, all he mostly heard was some dirty jokes about ‘punishing Y/N in bed after disturbing the hot nerd’s sleep’ and giggles, then silence took in. He sighed as he laid down again and closed his eyes, knowing that his attempts to sleep would better, but now… his mind was the problem. Those suggestions of role-play sex between him as a tutor, and you as a mere student was keeping his mind more awake than before. Slapping your buttocks whenever you got a wrong answer doesn’t seem like a bad idea to make someone as stupid as you focus, but then he gives up on that excitement because he’s the kind of person who’ll try his best to do it only with someone who truly deserves it and despises kinks.

But why is his mind filling him with the most pornographic imagery of you ever..? He can even feel his tip slightly touching the sheets, like his mind is keeping him awake to get rid of that need for sex… but he’ll never ever reduce himself to those animalistic thoughts.

“God, no, why am I even thinking about this kind of stuff..?!” He asked to himself, switching his position in the bed for the fifth time.

Maybe he doesn’t hate kinks, he has never tried one anyways, but his ego doesn’t want to live with the fact that for once in your life, you predicted something correctly about him despite his intelligence and awareness of intimacy or identity.

Diluc, Wanderer, Albedo, Tighnari, Neuvillette, Al Haitham

Taglist: @alatusorrow @kindofshyent @kindofscenic @the-stinky-winky

(More silly thoughts cuz why not 🙏)

[artbyblastweave]

A few years ago, there was a thread on r/asksciencefiction where someone was fishing for a superhero story with an inverted Omni-Man dynamic, or a setting where Homelander's initial presentation is played straight- a setting where the Superman figure actually is the paragon of morality he's initially presented as, but no other superhero is- a situation where you've got one really competent true-blue hero standing head-and-shoulders in power above what's otherwise a complete nest of vipers.

Someone in the thread floated My Hero Academia; while I haven't read it, my understanding is that that's not really an accurate read of what's going on with Stain's neurosis about All-Might being the only "real hero," that the point of that arc is that Stain's got an insane and unreasonable standard and that taking an endorsement deal, while bad, isn't actually grounds for execution. My own contribution to the thread was Gail Simone's Welcome to Tranquility, where a major part of the backstory involved the faux Justice-League's Superman analogue having a little accident because he's the only one who thought they were morally obligated to go public with the secret life-extending macguffin that the rest of the team is using to enforce comic-book time on themselves and their loved ones; while only a couple members of the team are directly in on it, the rest are conveniently incurious. And Jupiter's Legacy gets tantalizingly close to this- The Utopian, a well-meaning stick-in-the-mud, ultimately gets blindsided and couped by his scheming brother who creates a superhero junta staffed by a Kingdom-Come-style glut of third-gen superheroes, who are framed as fundamentally self-interested because only came onto the scene after most of the situations you legitimately need a superhero to handle have been neutralized. (The rub, of course, is that the comic is also highly critical of the Utopian's intellectually incurious self-righteously 'apolitical' approach to superheroism- if for no other reason than that it left him in a position to get blindsided by a coup!) While Jupiter's Legacy gets the closest, all three of these are only loosely orbiting around the spirit of the original idea, and there's something really interesting there- particularly if the Superman figure isn't hopelessly naive in the same way as Utopian. Because first of all, if you're Metaman or Amazingman or whatever brand-name alias the writer goes with, and you really earnestly mean it, and you put together a team of all the other most powerful heroes on earth in order to pool your resources, and then with dawning horror you gradually begin to realize that everyone in the room besides yourself is a fascist or a con artist or abuser or any other variant of a kid with a magnifying glass eyeing that anthill called Earth- What the hell is your next move?

Do you just call the whole thing off? Can you trust that they'll actually go home if you call the whole thing off? I mean you've put the idea in their heads, are you sure that they aren't going to, like, start the Crime Syndicate in your absence? Do you stick around to try and enact containment, see if getting all of these people on a team makes them easier to keep on a leash? But that's functionally going to make you their enabler pretty quickly, right? Overlooking "should you kill them-" can you kill them? You're stronger than any individual one of them- are you stronger than all of them? The first time one of them really crosses a line in a way you can't ignore- will that be a one-on-one fight? Are they the kind of people capable of putting two-and-two together and pre-emptively ganging up on you if you push back too hard? Do you just start trying to get them killed, or keep them at each other's throats so they can't coordinate anything really nasty? Can you squeeze any positive moral utility out of them, or is that just a way to justify not doing the hard work of taking them down? There've been works where the conceit is to question the default assumption that Superman in specific would be a good person, and there've been works where the conceit is to question the default assumption that superheroes in general would be good people. Something to be done, I think, with questioning the default assumption that everyone Superman becomes professionally close to would be good, and to explore how he'd handle it if they weren't.

[seleneprince]

More inspo thanks to @barbara-gordons-glasses's gorgeous brain

After the Variants war is over, instead of getting stranded on the dessert they all go to their respective universes...except some of them don't really have anywhere to go because their universes went to shit.

So they end up following the best adjusted out of them, Omni-Mark to his house, where he lives with Amber, who comes down to meet not only his fiancee whom she was separated from for over a year but also a group of identical twins of his with varying looks of mental disorders and like they came straight out of a war.

Amber: "...I need context."

Omni: "They followed me. I couldn't stop them. They're glued to my ass now."

Because Omni gives off grumpy but responsible big brother vibes and none of those tricks know what a reliable authority figure feels like, so they stick to him. And so Omni and Amber end up being reluctant parents/older siblings to the variants and let them crash on their house at least once per week because they're bored or need a place to stay.

Maskless and Full mask are the favourites because they're the best behaved and probably have their own rooms there. Shiesty is also favoured because he low-key respects Omni so he knows better.

Sinister and Mohawk sleep outside, next to each other, by Amber's orders. Omni agrees. They don't want those two sleeping near them, or anywhere near the house for that matter.

Emperor Mark is tolerable until he brings that stunt of "I wouldn’t even keep you as a slave in my empire", in which Amber would proceed to beat him up with a show and kick him out.

She feels bad for Prisoner Mark, so she feeds him and lets him sleep on the couch, but wouldn't tolerate his shit either.

No goggles Mark is a little shit but as long as he doesn't break anything, he's not really bothersome. Just annoyingly loud and chatty.

[soulemnity]

Hi!!! I was reading your latest ASL comic and i was wondering how Luffy would react when Ace said they were going to fight Whitebeard, and Ace was defeated

I imagine Luffy protecting Ace from the big old man, like "leave my brother alone, you bully!"

And more importantly, when Ace is isolated from his crew, what would happen to Luffy? Would Ace become part of the WB crew with Luffy there?

Sorry for the amount of questions but i really love ASL with little Luffy, and I have been reading a lot of fan fics like this. YOUR ART IS SO CUTE, THANKS YOU FOR SHARING!!

THANKYU SO MYCH, IM HAPPY U LIKE IT !!!!!

the comic is actually sorta the start of the split custody variant of babylu me and @immortal-raine made !!! when sabo and ace split off (cuz i wanted sabo to still be a rev), their plan is to pass luffy between them every two or so months because 1) it’s fun for him and 2) at least he’s not alone at dawn

before ace challenges whitebeard, he orders sabo to take him for an extra two months. he doesnt elaborate on what he’s gonna do, but sabo knows better than that, so he makes ace lower it to a month and a half and if he isnt back by then, he’s going off to find him and taking luffy with so you better be smart if you don’t want that kind of worry on your conscience, ace

n e ways the deadline passes, ace very obviously did not return, so sabo, fueled by worry and frustration because he’s making luffy sad damn it, sneaks off to find him. luffy’s so distressed by his missed time with ace that he actually listens to what sabo tells him to do and stays hidden

ace is very obviously still in his assassination phase when they show up. sabo, who is mortified that he managed to get himself stuck on an emperor’s ship, without his crew, drags him off to hide

luffy cries a little. ace cries a little because he made luffy cry and also he really missed his brothers. luffy’s stuck to his hip

for a while after sabo decides to stick by ace’s side to make sure he stays safe, luffy is surprisingly dismissive towards anyone other than his brothers. he’s okay with thatch, because he feeds them good, but he actively forces himself to ignore how fun they seem because they made ace upset and his brothers are always first. it’s kind of painful to watch because he’s so determined but also kind of miserable, but he refuses to play with them unless they either apologize or ace and sabo explicitly state they’re okay with them. he’s not built for holding grudges but he tries for their sake

of course, ace stops his assassination attempts when his brothers show up, so he gets the time to observe them better. sabo never leaves his side for the months he’s struggling with his thoughts and decisions, and for that he’s grateful. it’s sabo who ultimately pushes him to join because, after being here so long, he obviously enjoys their company

the day ace and sabo announce that they’re even and ace will join is the day the whitebeards first witness the hurricane that is a restless, understimulated luffy

[thedwarrowscholar]

So, I’m writing a fic and I was wondering accent of Khuzdul would Fili and Kili have (I know for definite they would speak classical khuzdul). Do you think they would have an accent from The Blue Mountains? Or would it be one from Erebor? I know they would also speak the dialect of khuzdul from the blue mountains from just living there their whole lives.

Thank you!!!

Well met!

A thoughtful and wonderfully specific question — just the kind I enjoy most. And one that invites us to peer into both the linguistics and lore of Dwarven life. Let’s dig in.

🧭 Where (and When) Were Fíli and Kíli Born?

Both brothers were born after the fall of Erebor and raised in the Blue Mountains (Ered Luin) — far from the halls of their ancestors.

Fíli was born in T.A. 2859

Kíli followed in T.A. 2864

This places their births nearly 90 years after the refugees of Erebor had fled Smaug’s attack. By then, Ereborian speech patterns were still very much present — but largely maintained by older generations. For young Dwarves like Fíli and Kíli, day-to-day speech would have already been shaped far more by the local Blue Mountains Dwarves, among whom they were raised.

🗣️ What Form of Khuzdul Did They Speak?

They would certainly have been taught Sutumkhuzdul ("Stable Dwarvish") — a.k.a Classical Khuzdul — which remained the prestige variety of the Longbeards, used in formal documents, oaths, and instruction. This was especially likely given their royal lineage as sons of Dís, sister to Thorin Oakenshield.

But just like in our world, a noble education doesn’t override regional influence.

Fíli and Kíli would have spoken Classical Khuzdul with a slight Blue Mountains accent — shaped by their surroundings, their peers, and everyday use.

Fíli and Kíli as seen in Peter Jackson's The Hobbit

🏔️ Features of the Blue Mountains Accent (CK-BM)

This refers specifically to the accent of Classical Khuzdul as spoken in the Blue Mountains — not the separate dialect (more on that below).

Key CK-BM accent features include:

Omission of articles in casual speech (influenced by local dialect)

Velar nasal [ŋ] replacing final “n” — e.g. mann (“letter”) = [mɑnəŋ]

Open vowels, such as long “e” being pronounced as [ɛ:] instead of [e:]

So a sentence like "The letter has arrived at my house" (mann nekha zai zaharê) might come out as:

[mɑnəŋ nɛkʰɑ zɑɪ zʌhɑrɛ:] — softened vowels, nasal ending, and omitted article

🧓 What About the Ereborian Accent?

The Ereborian variant of Classical Khuzdul (CK-ERE) had distinct features:

[z] becoming a stressed [s:] in the onset of words

e.g. zanâtdiya (“her hair”) = [s:ɑnɑ:t.dɪjɑ]

Shifting placement of the schwa in consonant clusters

e.g. imnhu (“his name”) = [ɪmnəhʊ] (Ereborian) vs. [ɪmənhʊ] (Standard)

By the time of the Quest of Erebor (T.A. 2941), those speaking this variant were largely elders, and even among them, it may have been fading. Fíli and Kíli, having spent their entire lives in the Blue Mountains, would very likely not have spoken with Ereborian pronunciation natively — though would very likely have been continuously exposed to it through their mother, uncle and other refugees.

As a side note, in The Hobbit, Thorin refers to Fíli as “the youngest,” though Appendix A reveals that Kíli was in fact five years younger. Whether this is a narrative oversight or simply Thorin forgetting in the moment (neither dwarf had reached 85 at the time of the quest), it’s a charming reminder of generational distance.

🏔️ Accent vs. Dialect — Not the Same Thing!

It’s worth pausing here to make an important distinction: Fíli and Kíli would not have spoken the Blue Mountain Dialect (BMK), also known as Khagalkhuzdul.

This dialect is spoken primarily by Firebeards and Broadbeams — the ancient clans native to the Blue Mountains — and it represents the greatest divergence from Classical Khuzdul across all Dwarven speech.

Among its traits:

Complete lack of articles

Distinct verb conjugations in all tenses

e.g. “You walk” is sabsini (CK) vs. ubzûnzu (BMK)

Presence of additional vowels ([ø], [æ]) and unique consonants (“v,” “p,” “zh”)

Use of velar nasal [ŋ] and voiced glottal fricative [ɦ]

Significantly extended vowels in compound words

While Fíli and Kíli would likely have heard this dialect spoken frequently — especially in markets or cross-clan events — it was not their native speech. Their royal education, Longbeard heritage, and cultural context anchored them firmly in Classical Khuzdul, albeit with a slight local accent.

Blue Mountains and Dwarf Hall

🌍 A Shared Tongue, with Subtle Shifts

While regional accents and minor variations exist across Dwarven clans and holds, it’s important to remember that Khuzdul changes very slowly — far more slowly than the tongues of Men or Elves.

Tolkien himself wrote (HoME X – Of Dwarves and Men):

“The change in Khuzdul… was like the weathering of hard rock compared with the melting of snow.”

Even in the late Third Age, all Dwarves could converse with ease in their ancestral tongue — and often adjusted their speech to suit their audience.

Motivations for shifting speech could include:

Formality or ritual

Quoting from written texts

Cross-clan communication

Clarifying a point

Seeking approval or making an impression

As noble heirs, Fíli and Kíli would no doubt have been trained in this linguistic adaptability — likely slipping into more polished, “neutral” Classical Khuzdul in official or diplomatic contexts, while speaking in a softer, (even BM-accented) register at home.

🧱 In Summary:

Fíli and Kíli were born in the Blue Mountains decades after Erebor’s fall

They very likely would have spoken Classical Khuzdul with a Blue Mountains accent

They did were not native Blue Mountain Dialect speakers, which is a separate linguistic tradition

The Ereborian accent was fading and mainly spoken by elder exiles

All Dwarves still understood one another easily in Khuzdul, and speech could be adjusted as needed

As royal sons of Durin’s line, they would have been taught to speak with precision, pride, and adaptability

📜 An Important Note on Source and Speculation

While much of what we’ve discussed above is grounded in Tolkien’s writings, especially in The War of the Jewels, Of Dwarves and Men, and various Appendices, it’s important to acknowledge that the details on dialects and pronunciation — such as those related to Blue Mountain speech — are extrapolations.

They are based on:

Patterns Tolkien established

Real-world linguistic evolution (especially Semitic languages)

Earlier versions of Neo-Khuzdul that had to be consolidated with more recent updates

Cultural distinctions among the Dwarven clans

Descriptive phonology inferred from Khuzdul roots and root clusters

So while this reconstruction is informed and consistent with Tolkien's world, it remains largely speculative — a scholarly guess, if you will, crafted with care, rather than direct canon.

Ever at your service, The Dwarrow Scholar

[phoenixyfriend]

HELP I have a silly plot concept and IDK what to do with it Just holding it like. an potato

Basically I saw a "not like other girls" type of thing and it included a ref to the "because I am not like most people (I am a literally not human/I was raised by an assassin program/I am now a dude)" variant where the gimmick is that the reason they're not like other girls actually is really, really rare.

Aaaaaand now I'm thinking of what the best AU would be for Ahsoka to be Genuinely Not Like Other Girls and I've done "I'm not like other Jedi; I'm a soldier" time travel stuff where she is Kind Of Unnerving to pre-war Jedi so many times that it would be more fun to do it the other way.

Which is! Modern AU! Ahsoka is either:

1) A Red Room style assassin who escaped the program and is now Trying To Blend Into A Normal High School while being raised by Obi-Wan (dad mode) and Anakin (college student doing his best to older brother) and keeps having Confusion when her new school friends take her out for ice cream or shopping or something. (This is present in a lot of media but the immediate example in my mind is Season Three of Stranger Things with Eleven and Max going to the mall)

OR

2) Still an alien, but in a less cohesive galaxy, who crash-landed in Anakin and Obi-Wan's backyard and has a Special Watch that can make her look human and they just keep introducing her to people as their Cousin From Abroad, and hoping people are too polite to ask why she's poking the apples like they're going to bite her.

In either case, they may also try to excuse Ahsoka's lack of familiarity with the wider world as Grew Up In A Cult type shit.

Trying to remember who's actually her age that could go to school with her and I am blanking on basically everyone except Korkie? I think maybe Barriss could be a senior while Ahsoka's a freshman. Attempts to Big Sister at Ahsoka and it only sometimes works, tutors when Anakin is busy or bad at the subject, etc. Whoever Ahsoka's friend is, they're walking down the street together and someone tries to mug them and the friend is like oh! Must protect the innocent new friend who grew up really sheltered in a cult and doesn't know the ways of the world! And then she kicks the ass of the person trying to mug them and Very Carefully Does Not Kill.

New friend has stars in their eyes.

In the Assassin version, Plo Koon is her therapist/handler for transitioning into normal life. Government-assigned psychologist that she goes to see at least twice a week. He hands her plushies to hold during sessions, and A Plushie ends up being one of the first things she actually asks Anakin or Obi-Wan to buy for her that isn't purely practical (green owl).

[daka-d3monb0y]

Is Solar being autistic "canon"?

How does what become canon?

I assume if both characters react to what was said it means the VAs agree on the trait? So out of these three two are canon but Eclipse being bipolar isn't?

If Solar is autistic is Eclipse also? Does the disorder apply to every variant?

Or should we just take all these as "common" headcanons?

Also do you think we'll be seeing more conformation on things like this in characters? Maybe like Jack and Nebula?

(Also if anyone has other times mental conditions were mentioned directly like these clips I'd love to link them here! :D)

[thaltro]

i repeatedly bang on the screen

master post about night watch when… each of the skeleguys asap please pleas

Haha sure I can give some lore for guy. Lore that isn’t super spoiler for the story.

Dr blue:

Doctor blue is a Swap Sans variant, specifically a handplates swap. He is 37 years old, lives in the omega timeline connected farmtale region. He escaped his timeline at a young age and was found by dream and ink, then placed into the new home foundation (essentially a orphanage) in the connected farmtale. Because he grew up in farm tale he picked up a southern accent. Blues special interest is robotics, his favourite robot being Wheatley from portal. He works in the bio mechanic unit in the hospital, their job is to work on robots and prosthetics for amputees. Dr blue is an amputee, his arm he designed himself! The blue line represents him and the orange is symbolic of his brother. Dr blue must eat all food in panini form, he will refuse to eat anything not panini. He is autistic and has Cptsd from his childhood. Dr blue has a odd relationship with dream, they are very close but have very fundamental disagreements. Dr blue takes care of Dreams child palette a lot. Dr blue sometimes works for mettaton entertainers as he does the stage tech. Hes a huge Mettaton fanboy and is apart of a super fan club that consists mostly of papyrus’s, he being the only sans.

Scell:

Scell is a fell variant, after escaping his timeline he was entered into the omega timeline database and ranked as a class 2 citizen. Scell is a chemist and makes all kinds of hazards for fun in his garage. He also loves cars, he is a huge car nerd and owns a car business with dr blue. Cars are a huge demand within fell culture because of the magic restriction laws for class 2 citizens, it’s an alternative to magic transportation. Scell has multiple golden teeth won by taking other fells teeth. The name “scell” is just Science Fell mashed into one, he was given to it by his peers when he worked as a chemist for the mafia fell faction. Scell is partially blind and should be using a cane but he claims his car is his mobility aid. He is also a nurse as it’s apart of his SAAR program. Most the time he’s delegated to work on stigmatized patients (corrupteds mostly) the main patient he interacts is Geno. He lives with Memory and they both have custody over their adopted kid Punk.

Memory:

Memory is an ex amalgamation recovered by Psychs reversion experiment. His origin is unknown but he seems to be a sans. Memory is physically disabled, most the time needing crutches, a walker, and sometimes a wheelchair. The save star on his face is their soul. Memory has the ability to save and load files of people. He also can upload people’s memories and view them herself. She is transfem and uses all pronouns, his housemate scell makes them not so legal estrogen in their garage. Memory has amnesia and can’t remember her own past. Memory is coded to have a human equivalent of Ehlers–Danlos syndrome and other Chronic pain conditions. Memory is a Class 1 citizen so most jobs don’t hire him, she could only find a job at a morally questionable clown themed pizza place owned by fresh sans. Memory’s SAAR program is working as an semi-Anchorite at the Creationist Church, he qualifies because of his medically proved “false Angel syndrome” status (which essentially means she experienced passive corruption) . Culturally that’s held as a sacred experience so memory is ideal for that position. Memory has a flat affect and likes cats. She loves her son punk and with aid of her finger splints makes him ugly sweaters.

Psych:

Psych is an sentient experiment done by the MedRune corporation. Psych produces medicine that can reverse any type of corruption. And with extreme cases of corruption it is trained to perform magical surgery. It’s not a sans, instead a biological mass found in the atomization void and was moved to the omega timeline. because of the people surrounding him in the lab, he took the form of a skeleton esc form. Psych lives in the storage room of the hospital. Psych is no longer friends with scell, blue, or memory. Psych is designed to have very fragile skin, if it’s slightly scratched or pressure is pushed it will bleed. Psych only has one outfit. Psych showers himself with rubbing alcohol, he drinks it too. Psych doesn’t eat even though he should. Psych is hooked up to a blood drawing machine for 6 hours of each day to produce anti corruption vials for the hospital. He’s gay,, I think. Mostly for guns.

Feels free to ask me more questions.. I really like,, getting nightwatch questions

[inkyrainstorms]

(Random) Portal Ford: The fate of the multiverse is at stake Stanley, if my Stanley fell in I wouldn’t be able to risk it (LIAR THIS MAN IS AN ABSOLUTE LIAR)

Martian Stan: Okay but if you’re not trying to get back home, wise guy then what are you doing?

Portal Ford: Preparing to kill this universe’s greatest threat… Bill

Martian Stan: …Who?

Portal Ford: Have…you not met Bill? As far as the variants I’ve seen he usually resides in the Nightmare Realm.

Martian Stan: Was he that weird huge head guy? That guy was kinda freaky, he was all like “ Get in my mouth”

Portal Ford: No, No, Bill’s a triangle! A yellow one, and the last of his kind.

Martian Stan: Triangle..? OH wait! That’s the guy I accidentally killed. Apparently being ammo is not as fun as you would think. Also I can remember that eye goop smelling and making me sticky for days!

Portal Ford: YOU. WHAT?!??

still absolutely obsessed with this btw. Ford dedicated his whole life to destroying that piece of shit triangle, a literal GOD, and when he gets there the guy has been taken out Wicked-Witch-of-the-West Style. Ford would be in this situation of course, the Witch of the North, if the Witch of the North absolutely lost her shit when she learned that Dorothy killed her and probably wandered Stan’s campsite for who knows how long simply contemplating her life.

i like to think that after the reveal portalFord stuck around for a bit(to see if Bill comes back & for stan. not that he’ll say that last bit) and both Stan and Ford would have to reckon with his existence. this version of his brother has spent the last 30 years all alone, and the quiet resentment is clear even though he tries to hide it. this version of himself, Ford can’t help but think over the radio, is just. terrifying. in every way

i also like to think that portal Ford gets to go home days, weeks after that, the way tine tends to work for them in the NR. portal Ford can’t help save stan (he wishes oh he WISHES he could) but he helps where he can. and he leaves, goes home, and Ford and Stan are just kind of shell shocked after all is said and done. and so is Portal Ford. it’s kind of a transformative experience for everyone involved.

except Polly.

Polly is having the time of her life like always. Polly is glad her little Godkiller made a friend, he was seeming rather lonely, and she IS proud of her Godkiller for Killing God(Bill is stil there ofc, throwing a tantrum over mullets), this schmuck can’t kill him

@aroace-get-out-of-my-face