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fictionfixations · 19 days

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signature spells and the person

(referencing this list because i cant remember them all)

spoilers for all books. and glorious masquerade

(note that some characters i dont know well at all. which you can kind of tell with me being super unsure. there's this person in the reblogs who elaborated on bits i wasn't quite correct on or didnt have an idea on so go read it!)

signature spells embodying the person sort of? Riddle - collar. restriction. limitations.

Deuce - not taking hits lying down. striking back. (a reckless idiot like that)

Cater - hm.. putting on an act for everyone? people pleaser? so its like. all of those little 'acts' and 'personas' he puts on are sort of 'him' in a sense. but its also not him at the same time. (like how the clones arent actually him because they're just a creation of his magic. but they are him in a way, too right?)

trey - sneaky sneaky guy who notices a lot more than you'd think. presents himself as one way but he's complicated

Leona - sand. like all his hard work turning to sand, or basically nothing.

Jack - wolves work in packs, right? he wants to work in a pack. (even though he says he doesn't). they're strong, but they do better together. ..probably. idk.

Ruggie - treating all people 'equally' (in the sense that he'd mess with them all. unless they were a serious trouble to deal with) also sucks up to people........ (and probably laughing at them behind their back for being such a 'fool' haha get it. because fool's parade..--) maybe? Idk.

Azul - exchanging his old self for an asshole basically (because he must've been a nicer guy as a bby. but then ppl were mean to him and now he's very bitter.)

Jade - acting like the more calmer and reasonable of the twins, even though he can be just like floyd, if a bit more dangerous considering he can get under your skin, get you trust him, that he just wants to 'help you'. and you tell him all your secrets. and then it 'shocks your heart' when he reveals his true colors. (like bruh. his halloween groovification message was literally, "Oooh, I love it when you flee in terror. It makes me want to chase you!")

Floyd - i don't know. uhhh. in his lab coat(?) vignette there's this moment where a guy bumps into him, is like 'hEY WHO DO YOU--' and then realizes its floyd and backs off. basically the guy who intimidates them to make them weaker, ig? terrorizing them. 'binding the heart' in fear. i mean he'll still hurt them ofc, but the point is is that he's the scary one, jade's the 'calm' one, thats his image to people. i dont know him nearly well enough to really get it.

Kalim - wishing for everyone to be happy. to dance and sing and forget about all the troubles. throwing parties and feasts to cheer them up (and granting them relief when needed). although it doesn't always end well and his attempts can end up 'useless', like how oasis maker is 'useless' when people already have easy access to water. but at other points desperately needed.

Jamil - turning him into the 'master' and the other the 'servant'

Vil - planting 'curses' in plain sight. masking it. disguising it. acting. like putting on makeup to change something. maybe. possibly. (this is weak) maybe a false reassurance. a mask.

Epel - accepting who he is (that he's short and seen as 'cute'. and so using it to his advantage.) like, seeming 'soft and dainty' but actually a guy who can beat someone up. like, 'you'll just go to sleep..' (and then the crimson part of slumber with a negative meaning. the poison apple. something that looks innocent but is actually harmful.) and then you never wake up again because you were TRICKED HAHAHA /hj

Rook - will literally do anything for what his fixations are. in which his fixations are 'beauty', which is a very vague category and include literally everything. also very very creepy and stalker-ish in the process.

Idia - honestly idfk. uh. 'responsibility'. burdens. control. it literally just represents a part of his job? idfk. its such a big part of him (also his family had the same UM so like..) that its just. who he is.

Malleus - there was this quote he said about how 'when you nap, even 500 years could pass without you noticing'. so it could be something like how time moves by so fast like that

guh.. it was "Give in to slumber, and a thousand years will pass in the blink of an eye."

Silver - I don't know him that well... i mean like there's references to him having parallels with like. i think.. aurora?? the girl who maleficent cursed. i think. dreams and wishes. i don't know i havent even seen him use it yet LMFAO (ive only finished part 2 of book 7..) maybe like. things not seeming real..? idk man. a desire to see people, to stay by their side, but can't, so instead it'll be in a dream. so either it isn't real, a mere fantasy, or, shrug. like. yknow the remember me song in coco? it's like 'and everytime you hear a guitar you'll remember and think about me' (i cant remember the exact lyrics)

Sebek - admires malleus. a lot. malleus has control over lightning or something. so sebek in turn becomes that 'lightning' that he can control, as his guard and stuff like that. 'i will be his sword', maybe.

lilia - he reflects a lot about the past imo. overly aware of things and the passing of time. at least in my opinion. how things can pass by so easily. so he takes little bits and pieces to cherish for the rest of his life, and to think back on. a trip back down memory lane, as they say.

Rollo - literally gets set on fire like his brother..?? that thing forever haunting him that its such a big part of him at this point (hating magic and hating what happened.) and him hating himself making himself see him as part of the reason why his brother died, and therefore making him literally the thing that killed him sort of?

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lovelywritinglady · 11 months

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You know this been crossing my mind but this is a request but short here is the new request is short if you think about

Where tengen was fighting daki and gyutaro but he didn't know about a new demon sibling this one is far stronger and well this man fall in love with this demon

If is possible if that the demon is a another male but much more bild then daki and gyutaro

( and if possible tengen as a genderfluid)

Just in case this mysterious demon is a male reader or y/n

I'm sorry 🙏 if I'm asking much but this cross my mind so forgive me and have a goodnight/ day

This is super interesting, so I’ll do my best to make it work.💜

Another One?

Female Tengen Uzui x Male Demon Reader

Angst, Kind of Fluffy, Tengen having a crush on reader. Badass demon reader. Pretty fluffy and reader being indifferent to his siblings. I changed it up a little from the prompt.

Tengen Uzui pov

The battle was over and our wounds were too great. The entertainment district was in ruins now, but at least those pesky demons were killed. The brother took my hand and my eye, but other than that I'm just fine. Especially after Tanjiros sister, Nezuko, healed me. My husbands were releved and so was I. The boar head kid and the ugly one were pretty roughed up as well, but they were still alive. I tossed my head back against the wall with a sigh. My husband Sumio was still crying on my chest, Makio was checking my injuries, and Hino was touching my face gently. I was glad that I was still alive so I could still be with them, my sweet husbands. Just then, I started shaking as a deep chuckling voice as steps approached us. Groining, I got up despite the protests from my husbands, ready for another fight.

"Hey, no need to stand up pretty lady." The voice said.

As the footsteps got closer, my worst fear came true, another upper rank demon. He was tall and well built with large shoulders and a small waist. His hair was h/c and his eyes were a vibrant shade of green and e/c. He wasn't ugly like the other demons I just fought and I found myself surprised that a demon could even be handsome.

He then kneeled down and smirked at me. As his eyes takes across my battered body. Unfortunately, this caused a blush to grace my pale bruised skin. My mind was in a frenzy not just because of the fight, but because of the sight before me. He might have been the best looking demon I've ever seen. Hell, he even put humans to shame, except for my husbands of course.

"Get the hell away from us." Makio threatened in a protective stance.

"Woah there, I'm not here to hurt ya. I just want to talk." The demon said as his eyes never left mine.

"Who the hell are you?" I coughed

"Y/N, and those two demons you just killed were my siblings. I just came to say thank you." Y/N stated sitting down.

"Wait, why are you thanking me." I asked

'Because sweetheart, I really hated those two. Always nagging at each other. Especially Daki, gods she was a pest." Y/N groaned

"But they are your siblings, you shouldn't say that." Tanjiro yelled at him.

"Hush now kid, save your strength. They weren't much of siblings to begin with. Shouldn't love someone if they refuse to love you back." Y/N proclaimed with an 'I don't give a fuck attitude'.

"Are you gonna try and kill us?" I questioned him

"Nah, you're not really worth my time. It's a shame though, I watched you fight and I gotta say I'm impressed. Not a lot of people who fought my little brother managed to walk away alive, let alone kill him. Although, no one has ever come close to beating me either." He boasted.

"Thanks, I guess." I said

"Anytime sweet heart. Say, you want those wounds healed?" He questioned scooting closer.

"Do not touch Lady Tengen!" Hino screamed pointing his blade at him.

"Calm down handsome, I'm not gonna kill him." he yawned

"How do I know its not a trick?" I asked confidently. He then came closer, much to the protests of my husbands. Y/N then lifted his hand and tilted my chin up so he could look in my good eye.

"It's a shame that my brother had the audacity to take out of of these pretty eyes. Eyes like these should never be hurt." He cooed

His other hand then made it way to my stomach and glowing light appeared out of his hand. It was slightly painful, but that feeling was overshadowed by the way he was looking at me. My blush was even deeper now and I felt myself wanting nothing more than to feel his lips on my cut lips. His other hand was still on my chin as his eyes never left mine.

"Close your eyes." He commanded

As I closed my eyes, I could feel his blood demon art working through my body. It felt as though he was reconstructing every cell and replacing it with a stronger new one. It was a strange sensation, but one that left me wanting more.

"Now, let me see those pretty eyes of yours." He cooed

Opening my eyes, I looked around me seeing the releaved faces of my husbands and the kids. I looked down at my hand to see if it was still gone. Except, it was now back, nail polish and all. It was like magic and I felt myself for the first time in my flashy life, being fully and completly thankful to a demon. I looked up to see his towering figure doing the same to my husbands and then to the kids. A wide smile graced my face, knowing that they had recovered.

"Well, I'm off then. The sun is almost up and I really don't want to end up like my siblings." He stated smiling down at me.

"Wait-" I yelled getting up and making my way to the demon.

"Hmm what is it pretty girl? Ya sad to see me go." He asked

"Absolutely not." I lied

"Then what is it?" He cooed

"Thank you." I whispered

"What was that?" He asked bring up one of his hands to cup his left ear as he smirked.

"Oh you heard me." I sassed

"Whatever, I gotta get goin, see ya." he said as he began walking away.

"Thank you!" I exclmained rolling my eyes

"Anytime, pretty lady." He screamed back

"My name is Tengen Uzui, you oaf." I sassed putting my hand on my hip.

"See you around beautiful Tenge Uzui." He responded and in a flash he sped away from my sight.

"Lady Tengen, what just happened?" Sumio questioned with a tearstained face.

"Honey, I've got no idea." I said thinking to myself the same thing.

These last few days were nothing but chaos. I went from losing a hand and an arm, to them magically appearing back in moments. And everyone's wounds disapearing as if in thin air. I stood there as the sun peaked through the mountains questioning if I it was real. And a horror of a thought came across my mind. Was I falling in love with a demon?

Thank you so much for reading!💜And thank you to @bendymonter for requesting. Hope you enjoyed this one.

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sensei-venus · 2 months

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Omg um alpha!Jacob meeting new actress!omega!reader who is so soft and chubby and sweet and he's obsessed with her scent and long story short they get caught making oitnwhen they should be doing a scene together 😳😳😳

When everyone was told that a new member was being cast everyone was a little surprised but not overly shocked. Almost every other season they were getting new people. It was exciting for the older cast but nothing all too new.

That was until the first day the new girl was on set.

She was more so just thrown into everything as soon as she's hired. They basically toss her on to set after she reads the script.

“So have you met the new girl yet?” Xolo was the first to say something to Jacob. They both took turns practically destroying the staff buffet table. The two alphas had been on set all day doing practice scenes. Lucky for them they only had one major seen for the day before they could go home.

“Nope, didn't even know they were scheduled to show up for today's filming.” Jacob said while ripping into a fresh sandwich. All the physical activity made him work up a appetite. Xolo shrugged “She's pretty nice, I meet her while in the makeup trailer. Kinda cute too.” Jacob rolled his eyes. He was about to say something back to the cocky guy but something made him stop what he was doing. His head shot up as something tickled his nose.

What ever it was it smelled overly sweet and had his nose turned up. It made his gut squeeze just right. The urge to lick his lips came up but he stopped himself. It was almost as if he was losing his grip just from the smell.

“What the hell is that smell.” he hissed out, one hand covering his mouth and nose. A brow raised in question.

Xolo snorted while still trying to eat his own food “More like who, not what. That's Reader, the new girl.” Jacob looked at him with wide eyes.

“I can smell her from here and I can't even see her! Did they really hire a omega who isn't on suppressants and not tell the all most ALL alpha cast about it?! That's kinda dangerous, to everyone.” he hissed. The other alpha pipped up “Hey, Mary is omega.” Jacob resorted back “Well Mary told everyone when we were all hired and she's on suppressants too.”.

Jacob spends the rest of the day trying to stay as far away from her as possible. He doesn't know why his senses are so messed up. His stomach I s all twisted up and he can't tell of its in a good or bad way. It has him on edge the whole time he is on set.

He thinks everything is fine once they wrap and everyone gets to go their separate ways. He wants to get the fuck off the set as soon as the directors yell cut.

He's halfway to the parking lot when the omega’s sent increases by ten-fold. Looking around he finally catches sight of her for the very first time. In that moment he knows she has to be his. She's so cute even from far away. She looks soft, her chubby body drawing him in. Chubby omegas were a dream come true, at least in Jacobs's own opinion.

From afar he could see her talking to Tanner and Mary, laughing at something they said. The three of them walked through the parking lot unaware of him. Just hearing her, seeing her, smelling her had Jacob wanting more.

Most importantly he wanted to rip Tanner away from her.

He was quick to run to his car after that thought.

After that day he try a to get to know her. He finally meets her face to face and they talk. At first he finds her super sweet. The two talk on set a lot mostly about the roles they are playing on the show. Then it slowly turns to what they do in their personal lives. He's not at all surprised when she shows a lot of interest in more omega like things. He finds it adorable when she goes on and on about new blankets she bought after work. Or going out to eat at little cafes and restaurants. She loves spending time with Mary. Apparently she didn't have a lot of omega friends on the last set she was on so it's nice to meet more.

But once again he hates it when she talks about Tanner and Peyton tagging along with the omega after filming. He feels like he should be the alpha tagging along with them.

His distaste only builds and builds as the weeks of them knowing each other go on. He tries to put himself between all the other alphas and her when ever he can. The whole time he believes he's being so sneaky about it but in reality everyone can see what he's doing. The other alphas just secretly laugh about it. It's kinda funny to watch him make a fool of himself.

That is until they get caught making out behind Jacobs trailer.

Both of them are MIA after checking in at the makeup department. After an hour or two of them being no-shows to the set, the directors send out a tiny search party aka the whole cast.

Funny enough Mary and Tanner are the ones to find them.

The scent the two of them make is just- something that can't be described.

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captainpoopweinersoldier · 1 year

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Devil’s in the Details | Morpheus x POC!Reader

Summary: To avoid the clutches of criminal prosecution, you accept a security job at the Burgess mansion, thinking it will be an easy way to lay low for a while. That is, until you find out just what it is you're meant to be guarding.

Warnings: Enslavement; Gun violence; Blood/Injury

Words: 4.7K

Link to AO3

Tagging: @ursulaismymiddlename for CREATURE reasons and of course the title 💕 @salt-is-a-terrible-currency

The grounds are as expansive as your employer suggested, if not more so as you take in the multiple acres of luscious greenery, if possible nearly shrouding the towering mansion that lies within. But its reputation precedes it, most notably what’s contained inside, and though you’ve heard rumors and speculations, that part still remains a mystery and is what had your interest piqued for the job offer to begin with.

“Not your average climate?” Your tour guide asks as you admire the foyer. Mister Sykes is as expired as Roderick Burgess himself now. Instead, it's the head housekeeper that shows you about the manor. There’s noted staff who mill to and fro about the building, offering nothing but fleeting glances as you pass, never maintaining eye contact.

You give the guide a pointed look with a tilt of your head, wondering just how much your employer has told them about you.

“City life was growing a little too hot,” you offer vaguely with a grin.

“Yes,” the housekeeper agrees. “Yes, that’s precisely why we were fond of your referral. Seems a countryside retreat is most suitable.”

The response is equally vague, to which you have some appreciation. There were some several names for how you made a living, none of which substantial or clean enough to put on an actual resume. The skillset, however, was valuable to certain benefactors, one in particular who was ill inclined to let your talents go to waste in lockup. Instead, you were referred to the Burgess Estate. A security detail from what little information you were given, with housing and a substantial salary, was the perfect position for you to lie low for a while.

“A mutually benefiting relationship,” you say amicably.

“One that requires the utmost discretion, I can assure you.”

“About that…” You prod carefully. Pleasantries aside, you are genuinely all too curious now. It was presumptuous enough to already provide you uniform, show you lodging, on top of the grand tour. But the subject itself has been carefully avoided, teetered around, and you still have no idea what it is you’re actually meant to be guarding.

“If I may - what exactly is the product?”

The housekeeper straightens, expression turning rigid, lips pursed. They fold their hands behind their back and give a single nod.

“If you will -” And with a gesture down the hall, you quietly follow suit. Suddenly unable to ignore the ominous sense of foreboding that elicits static in your nerves.

You’re soon led down into the depths of the basement; a mildewy descent of masoned steps that at a moments’ glance - dank darkness, the stairwell itself gated - appears to seem nothing short of an actual dungeon.

The housekeeper fumbles with a handful of keys, the action off-putting when there are clear signs of life amid the torchlight landing.

“Your partner is already on duty,” your guide mentions as if that’s the only cause for question. The gates open and they gesture to the left, where a workspace of desktop computers, haphazard magazines and takeaway coffee cups sprawl across a modern desk. “He goes by Hochler; we don’t encourage the use of real names, however we do insist on two monitors per shift.”

The words barely reach your ears. Sound itself dulled to a numbed muffle as you take in the sight before you.

In perhaps the boldest choice of super-villainy you’ve ever witnessed with your own two eyes, there is an actual moat that sections apart the large domed room. At the very center, there’s an intricate circle drawn in patterns of gold and black symbols or runes. Above that, a massive glass orb is upraised, such craftsmanship you’d never seen before, but all these details mean absolutely nothing as you conceive the being caged within.

On display as he is, you can’t help but notice at once he is naked. A thin, muscular creature sat amid a tangle of his own limbs that can’t possibly be comfortable but his lithe figure is unmoving, perfectly still, with a head of black hair bowed over his lap, and skin so pale it practically absorbs all light with an angelic glow.

Your expression is noticed before you can school your features.

“Don’t be fooled, that is no man,” the housekeeper says sternly. Hochler - who you hadn’t even spared a glance toward yet - rises from his station, clad in an identical uniform, and adjusts his belt in greeting.

“So it’s true,” you say, attempting desperately to appear nonchalant - unbothered by what you’re seeing. “I’d heard rumors about the Devil himself trapped in the Magus’ basement.”

“No rumor,” Hochler pipes up, clearing his throat. “Take our eye off that thing for more than a moment, it could kill us all.”

While you flinch at the use of ‘thing’ and ‘it’, the supposed Devil in question doesn’t seem to acknowledge such talk of him. The way his body is twisted obscures his face, hiding any reaction he may or may not have had.

“You understand what’s at stake now.”

“Yes.” Yet all you can dwell on is the pang of empathy that strikes at once inside your chest. The panicked mantra of what the fuck what the fuck that blares in your mind like a siren.

“And what action might be taken should you not fulfill your duties.”

Only then do you drag your gaze from the ethereal not-man, and fix your guide with a cold stare, knowing full well what they mean by the veiled threat.

“Yes.”

“Good. Your shift starts now.”

Under the guise of small talk, you attempted to gain some insight to the details surrounding this mystery figure. Hochler’s last partner - a man using the name ‘Bob’ - disappeared just a week and a half prior under mysterious circumstances. Hochler admitted to some of the house staff having claimed he ran off after robbing the Estate, others that he simply got tired of the country.

And perhaps divulging too much, Hochler also added that there were those too spooked to speak on the matter at all.

“You don’t think he tried to help hi- it. Do you?”

Hochler scoffs and cracks open another energy drink. It’s been precisely one hour into your first shift.

“Na,” he gruffs. “Far as I know, no one’s ever dared. Not much to conspire with anyhow, that thing hasn’t ever spoken a word.”

“Never?”

“Never. Just sits with that blank stare day after day. Gives me the creeps if I’m being honest.” He leans back in his seat, makes busy work of clicking through the computer monitors displaying the camera feeds stationed throughout the manor and across the grounds. “Probably why no one’s tried it either. Too scared of what it might do.”

Your eyes drift toward him, still set in the very same position he was in upon your arrival. Regardless of physical form, it was clear he was no human; these conditions were so precisely inhumane that not one could survive them. But.. frightening? No. Even if he had powers beyond your imagination, there was not an ounce of fear you felt while looking at him.

Only pity. And the urge to free him.

“Do you really think that he- it’s the-”

“Helpful hint,” Hochler interrupts. “They don’t take kindly to too many questions around here.”

You watch him carefully, inspecting for signs of suspicion. But against the light of the computer monitors, his expression comes across as sincere, as if he does mean to be helpful. Though in this short time, you’ve just about deduced he’s more a monster in his complacency than the man in the globe could ever be.

“Of course,” you reply. After a beat, you raise a brow and lean in close like you’re going to offer up a secret. “But I mean - aren’t you just curious?” You lower your voice to appear discreet. “My gran used to tell me they ran seances out of here. Charged a pretty coin per head just to witness all sorts of - incantations.. enchantments.”

“Eh, I don’t believe in all that fluff.” Hochler waves a dismissive hand, but you only press further.

“What’s that all about then?” You ask, gesturing at the enigma before you. “Don’t you want to know what it might do?”

There is a weighted pause as Hochler stares back, and having no specific intention in mind you hope he considers doing something - taking any action that might suggest he’s not like the apparently fucking batshit insane generations of slavers both before him and at present.

Instead, he laughs outright. An abrupt guffaw that startles you.

“Green as grass, you are.” He continues to laugh and pats you on the shoulder, much to your displeasure. “Tell you what. That thing takes one step out of that there cage -”

You nearly jump out of your seat this time as he suddenly wields a firearm. Inwardly, you curse at your own lack of observation; suppose that could have been a useful bit of information during the welcoming tour. Perhaps you were too new yet to be issued a weapon.

“We’ll see how far it makes against this.”

He reholsters the gun as you slump back in defeat. That’s one plan to toss in the bins; Hochler - whatever his real name - certainly offered no potential for collusion.

As the hours pass, you resort to the magazines in the airs of keeping occupied. While flipping the pages you inspect the area as minutely as you can. Of course the smart thing to do would be to scope out the estate for a few days, pin down the routines of staff, the security hired to man the opposite shifts. But each moment that passes makes your skin crawl the further, and you can’t imagine even a single nights’ sleep knowing what’s trapped down here.

No. You’re not leaving without making at least a single attempt at escape.

Hochler is little help. He barely leaves his spot; there’s even a mini fridge and a Keurig behind the desk area to keep from too many breaks. The only time he’s actually excused himself has been for the bathroom, so you commit to refilling his tea or setting another can of energy drink in front of him as soon as he tosses one out.

You use your own bathroom break as an opportunity to see the layout upstairs once more. Estimate how much time you would need to make it up and out the front door. Wonder if the rest of the housekeeping staff was armed as well.

It would be helpful to know what this ‘Devil’ was capable of. Would he be too weak to run? Could he use his legs? Human or no, surely there’d be some sort of disability if he was stuck in there for as long as they claimed…

“Christ, these are running right through me.” Hochler says suddenly. You peer over casually to see him shake his head at his cup of tea. “Think I need to ease up. Need the loo - stay put.”

You say nothing as he gets up and exits through the gate at the bottom of the stairs, unlocking, then locking the deadbolt. It’s never left unlocked, but that is the least of all obstacles for you.

The moment he’s retreated up the stairs, you sit upright and reach for the computer keyboard. Hochler is older - it’s no safe assumption that he’s not tech savvy, but the options are limited and this was the first thing you could think of that can grant a wider window of time than a trip to the bathroom.

Hitting a few keys and opening the device manager, you freeze the playback of the security cameras.

“How fast can you get out of that thing once I break the binding circle?”

If the encased figure has heard you, he makes no notion of it.

“Hey!” you hiss quietly, knowing your voice would echo among the stone pillars if you shout. Still, he doesn’t move, and it’s a sickening realization that the creature has likely been so tortured and resolved to such distrust that he’s stopped acknowledging humans altogether.

You rise from the chair and hurry to just around the desk - keeping close enough that you can hear if Hochler is to return - and call out to him again.

“Are you able to defend yourself?” You ask instead. “That one’s armed, I’m not - I’m not sure how much help I can be beyond the circle.”

Silence.

Before you can say anything else, the sound of footsteps scuffling down the stairwell signals you to hurry back to your chair behind the desk. A rush of adrenaline has your heart racing, but you ground yourself to remain steady and pull a magazine back onto your lap.

“Getting dark out there already,” Hochler remarks as he assumes his seat next to you. You hum noncommittally in acknowledgement.

“Did they go over meals with you on the tour? Housekeeping is quite good about the cooking. They’ll have supper made soon, but you can always bring your own food and they’ll heat it up for you. The wife sends me with mine, keep it in the fridge -”

The prattling has ebbed into white noise.

Perhaps Hochler is so used to the lack of motion to take notice or be sensitive to any subtle change, but the encaged man has moved with the slightest turn of his head. You struggle not to react as the breath leaves your body and dark eyes meet yours. No - not dark. Pools of infinite black fixed with pupils of starlight.

You stare back transfixed, the weight of his gaze so dizzyingly heady it feels as if he reads your very thoughts. Each sharp angle of his face comes into full display, and you part your lips to say he’s beautiful -

Hochler snaps his fingers in your face as he calls your alias. “Hello - you all right?”

Luckily he hasn’t noticed your train of sight or what has caused the fixation. You shake yourself with a forced laugh and rub the heels of your palms into your eye sockets. It won’t be helpful to either of you to sit there hypnotized. “Sorry, yeah I guess I am getting hungry. Haven’t eaten since breakfast.”

But it’s Hochler’s turn to be distracted. The fingers he snapped now dumbly flick at the computer screen. “What’s that about, eh?”

“Hm?”

“It’s frozen, I think.” He taps the monitor again but the images from the camera feed obviously remain the same. “You lot are good with these things, aren’t you?”

You disguise your relieved sigh with an exasperated one; turns out that gamble resulted in your favor. You lean over him and press a few keys and move the mouse. Make it clear that it is strictly the camera feeds that are jammed as opposed to the computer itself by clicking through basic troubleshooting steps.

“It’s the cameras,” you declare with a shake of your head. “The uh - there’s probably a modem or a router -”

“Got the wee ones to deal with that sort of stuff back home.”

Another assumption you made. You begin to sweat with anticipation. “Well it would likely be wherever they keep the cable box. Might be nothing, you could just try to reset it.” Hochler gives you a helpless look. “What?”

“Couldn’t you just…?”

“Green as grass, remember?” you sass with a grin. But when he pouts you sigh again, raising your palms to the ceiling. “Look, I barely know my way around here yet. As you said, they don’t like questions. I don’t want to be the new one poking about upstairs, that might send the wrong message.”

“Right.”

“It’ll just be a little black box, if there’s not a reset button there will be a little hole you can slip a pin into -”

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll figure it out,” Hochler dismisses, scooting his chair back before coming to stand. “Just stay put, okay?”

“You got it. Give a shout if you need help.”

You doubt he’ll do that. At this point, he clearly doesn’t want to appear incompetent, but it’s also evident he’s such a stickler for rules that the thought of leaving this chamber unmanned is the last scenario he’ll let happen.

With a resounding clang of the gate shutting behind him, he’s gone.

“Okay, that’ll give us some time,” you say out loud, well aware the man is listening now.

You would risk your safety for me?

The rich, velvety voice reverberates in your mind in such a way that is equal parts disturbingly unnatural yet divine, and you can’t help but gasp at the oddly pleasant intrusion, stumbling as you climb to your feet.

He is at full alert now, you come to find. Perched on his haunches, both hands pressed to the glass before him as he watches you.

“I can’t do nothing,” you reply out loud; now is no time to sort out his abilities. You tear off the jacket of your uniform, dump your ID badge and security clearance. If you do make it off this property alive, there can be nothing to identify you at a glance from passerby, no indication as to where you’ve been.

You snatch the keyboard again. It’s a bold move now, overriding the cameras with a manual shut off when the footage could help spot Hochler’s return. But there can be no recordings left behind - no evidence of who or what this man is and how he’s been allowed to flee.

They will kill you.

“Yeah, well,” you let that hang in the hair unanswered for the moment. It’s not the first time your life has been in danger, and though fear most assuredly thrums in your veins now, it isn’t enough to keep from seeing this through.

“If you haven’t noticed,” you spare another glance at him - nearly curse the distraction that is the mere alluring sight of him - then delete all footage of this day and uninstall the software. “My complexion sort of goes against whatever the fuck this is.”

There is no response to that and at this point it doesn’t matter. You’re moving too fast to dwell.

Magic wasn’t a trade you’d list among your assets, but you’d seen plenty amid your shady exploits to understand the basics, and ironically the wicked moat would come in handy. You practically cross the floor in a sprint with an empty takeaway cup and fill it with the murky water that lies below.

Perhaps I could do worse to you than that.

For a second, you pause. Now on your knees, just on the outer rim of the circle with the cupful of water teetering in your trembling grasp.

That was what everyone before you thought, wasn’t it? Or, more realistically, that’s how they rationalized this abomination. That this being captured in this opulent globe could cause nothing but death and destruction.

And what if that were true?

You lift your gaze; he stands tall before you now. A sight so stunning to behold, that surely, they’d attempt to convince you it was just another method of his devilry.

You shrug off his test.

“I’d rather take my chances with you.”

A voice unlike the one in your mind - one that comes from behind in a shout of your alias cuts across the room as you dump the water on the circle. There’s a clanging - a sound of exploding metal followed by what feels akin to a bee sting in your shoulder that makes you wince and shudder.

“Hope you can move fast,” you tell your handsome spectre. A second sting hits closer to the lung this time, you can tell from the way it instantly feels harder to breathe. Blood spatters from the exit wound, spills into the water on the binding circle and with what strength you have left, you lather with both palms until clean stone all but glistens.

A third gunshot and the orb explodes; the shards practically sparkle like stardust in a cloud before your eyes, but you’re acutely aware you are collapsing and there is little else you can do to prevent it.

With one last fleeting glance up, you notice something other than the glitter of shattered glass. Something more soluble, that glints almost gold as consciousness slips away. It shimmers and swirls like a whirlwind, envelopes you wholly and soft before your body can strike with a thud against the stone.

The final thing you see - or perhaps rapid blood loss is to blame - is the Devil free at last.

It’s nearly dawn when you wake up. Through thinly draped cottage windows you can see the faintest hint of the rising sun just barely peeking through the brush of treetops.

You made it out.

With a start, you sit upright atop an unfamiliar bed and pat your hands across your chest and shoulders. Most curiously, somehow you are completely unscathed. Though you vividly recall the gunshots, can still feel the pain and the warmth of blood -

You rise from the bed and scan your undershirt. At face value it is the very same you wore, but shouldn’t it be stained with blood? Torn from the shots themselves? You peek at the skin beneath and sure enough the flesh is clean and completely smooth, not a blemish left behind of the life threatening injuries you suffered.

“That’s impossible…” you murmur to yourself, then take a look about the bedroom. There’s little in it to identify exactly where you are; an empty wardrobe, a plain desk. The decor itself is rustic, homey even, with paisley decals on the wallpaper. But as you turn back around, you are faced with an alarming sight.

Atop the bed lies your body still. An exact mirror image of yourself that in a moment of panic makes you glance down to make sure your limbs are still in fact there.

“Shit,” you snap, raising a shaky hand to your lips. “I died. I’m fucking de-”

“No,” a familiar voice says, and you nearly scream at the surprise only to find the mystery figure from the Burgess dungeon.

It is a palpable relief that pours through you at the sight of him, standing to full height outside of that damned orb, and you even manage to smile at seeing him clothed, even if he does seem out of place against the backdrop of paisley.

He’s donned in black from head to toe now. His pale, almost delicate figure somehow brims with an unknowable force within an elegant cloak of midnight. And his eyes, they’ve changed… No longer an infinite well, instead a piercing, humanly blue.

“I can assure you, you are still very much alive.”

“Then how…?”

“This is just a dream.”

It’s a small comfort further to actually hear him speak aloud, watch his lips move and part for that deep voice, still reverberant after the years of disuse. But the simple explanation does little to make sense of this predicament.

“But I was shot. Twice at least by my count, and there’s not a mark on me.”

“Yes,” he concurs, and his expression turns into something that might be just as perplexed as your own. His brow furrows and he crosses the room, striding toward you in such a formidable manner that you could stumble back were it not for the way your feet are glued to the spot.

“I was confined to that cage for over a century and not a single mortal attempted what you did.” His gaze inspects you, drifting over your face and body. “Why? What makes you so special?”

“It’s like I said,” you tell him without skipping a beat, even if the one in your chest pounds heavy. “I couldn’t stand by and do nothing. No matter the cost.”

The haze in his eyes gives away his distrust, and for that you are truly sorry.

“I am in your debt,” he says eventually, but you shake your head at once.

“No. No, you weren’t subjected to that just to owe me a favor.”

If anything, he seems amused by this. “Well.. I did heal you.”

You light up at the admission. “Then please -”

Without thinking, you close the distance between you and take his hand by way of thanks. The small gesture jars him. His head tilts back, and if it’s possible for a being such as himself, he appears startled, his gaze heavy on your conjoined hands, and it saddens you once more to think on how long it’s been since he last felt touch.

“Consider us even.”

“Very well.”

He allows you to hold onto his hand a moment longer underneath his inspection. Then his thumb drifts across your knuckles before he bares your palm face up. Traces a line there before setting your hand down gently.

“I must take my leave of you. Time wasn’t the only thing that was stolen from me.”

“So this… this isn’t over for you yet then.” It’s barely a question and what little he gives away in his expression is answer enough. A certain darkness overcomes him, the shadows in your peripherals become more defined, and though his face has hovered a hair's breadth away from yours, it seems now that you must crane your neck to look up at him.

But a thought does occur to you.

“What about the people back there? The staff? And Hochler, that pri-”

“Unlike you, they are no longer among the living.”

You don’t blame him. You simply can’t after what he endured. Nevertheless, that doesn’t stop the chill that quakes you.

“And what of Alex Burgess?”

“He is sentenced to a fate far worse than that.”

You stare at him, mystified. “Who are you?”

The darkness begins to ebb, and this time you can’t be certain if it’s because of him or if the room gives in to morning light. He doesn’t smile, not outright. But you’d like to think the way he looks at you is with some version of just that.

“May we meet again.”

Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream

Make him the cutest that I've ever seen

Give him two lips like roses and clover

You wake to reality and instinctually do as you did in the dream - frantically sit up and search for the signs of your injuries. But even still, what should have been a blood stained shirt, what should have been torn and gaping flesh remain unharmed, proof that you had in fact been truly healed.

Glancing about the room, you see it's unchanged as well. Down to the paisley patterned walls, chiffon curtains and bare furniture. All signs indicating that you’re in some sort of inn or bed and breakfast, somewhere likely located in the next village over from the Burgess grounds. The only apparent difference from the dream is this damned blaring radio -

Don't have nobody to call my own

Please turn on your magic beam

Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream

You shuffle across the bed to turn it off, giving pause at how the thing appears strangely out of place. A legitimate antique amid this modernized rusticity, down to the lacquered wood exterior and clunky dials.

The silence is heavy once you’ve guessed the right knob to turn to switch it off, but it’s of the much needed kind. The estate may feel like days since passed, but it’s not been twenty four hours. There might be carnage left behind, and there was the small detail that you were meant to be lying low to begin with; corpses tend to send a very opposite message.

Unless, of course, the newly freed man has taken care of that as well. His capabilities were beyond your comprehension. And while now it’s clear his safety no longer needs to pose as your priority, you feel bound to him still, whether it be by circumstance or dreams or -

You stop, eyes slowly drifting back toward the radio.

It could only be by pure chance that you wound up here at this exact moment, left in this very room by the spectre who healed you, who bid farewell in your dreams. You, a person with just a mere fraction of knowledge on the occult, but enough to now feel an itch in your brain that desperately needed scratching. Dumb luck, to be certain. And yet…

With a turn of a dial, you switch the radio back on.

So please turn on your magic beam

Mr. Sandman, bring us, please, please, please

Mr. Sandman, bring us a dream

#morpheus x reader #dream x reader #the sandman #tom sturridge #dream of the endless #my fic

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animehouse-moe · 11 months

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Skip and Loafer Episode 9 Part 1: Drowsy (and Peppy)

Forget being a good episode or even a great one, this episode of Skip and Loafer was two great episodes in one. Divided into an A and B part that flow into one another seamlessly, but each address their own separate pieces, it's more than a treat to watch, it's an incredible example of storytelling within the frame of high school life.

⚠️Notice: This episode has been split into 2 posts because of length and image limits. This is the A Part post - Drowsy (and Peppy). The B Part post, subtitled (Drowsy and) Peppy, can be found on my blog if you haven't come across it yet.⚠️

Where do I even begin? The first half is dedicated to Mitsumi's longing for home and the comfort she feels in returning from Tokyo, but the second half examines how Mitsumi's changed since she originally came from her hometown, and how the people around her have changed and grown as well, while Shima remains under lock and key. It's just an incredible approach to the story that almost inserts a prologue with Mitsumi's return home so that it can prep viewers for the latter half of the content. It's tight, it picks all the right moments to focus on, and it never loses sight of what it wants to do. In short, it's beautiful.

It's so wonderful that I really don't want to organize my thoughts on it, but at some point or another I really have to get down to it if I want to say anything worthwhile, but I'll let Shima speak the first words.

He said the thing! He said the starting lines to the opening song, and I think that's so incredibly cute. Whether or not the pair really realize what they feel for each other is inconsequential, because their words and actions speak so incredibly loud it's wonderful. Also also, Mitsumi's dress in the opening? It's a simplified version of the dress she wears in today's cold open.

Side note, in the actual JP dialogue he says 'zutto mabukushite', it's just that in translating it to English they add a subject to his sentence. Because of that, it's far closer to the lyrics for the OP, which just use 'mabukushite'. So yeah, incredibly cute call back(s) that has me super giddy about it.

Anyways, back to the topic at hand, starting from the beginning. This episode adds (or really removes) a very unique piece to it: the soundtrack. It's substituted for really incredible sound design that does its best to capture the environment as candidly and as detailed as possible, and because of that the soundtrack doesn't exist. The first music you hear in the episode comes from the opening song, as we follow a cold open of Mitsumi making her way back home. Hell, we don't even hear Mitsumi talk in this sequence. Such a bold approach but it pays off in droves.

Which I love by the way, it sets the tone for the first half incredibly well in speaking to the themes of "memories" and nostalgia. We're not shown the whole ordeal in detail, but rather in bits and pieces that are pasted together one after the other, like a collage being plucked from Mitsumi's mind. Also, it sets up a really cool callback/comparison later in the episode.

It's quite the adventurous approach, but I absolutely adore how it speaks to Mitsumi's character. How reserved and quiet she is by herself, and that that energy she has comes from the people that are around her. Also, I really like this little piece showing the "flight" starting and stopping via the seatbelt signs. Another really benign piece of direction but it adds a palpable sense of creativity and passivity in Mitsumi's journey back home.

God I could go on forever about this. About how the view of the cityscape transitions into looking out over the clouds as Mitsumi's mind wanders through the experience, before switching once more into the lush and green terrain beneath her as she heads to her hometown. Or about how of all the scenes/sequences in this cold open, the longest one is Mitsumi staring out excitedly at the scenery when she lands back near her hometown. It's telling a story through Mitsumi's memories and I'm so completely in love with it. What I love most about this last bit though is that we don't see the scenery through Mitsumi's eyes for it. We see her reaction to it, but we're missing the first person perspective that the cold open flirts with through scenes like her flight.

After the opening however, Skip and Loafer gets back to its core as it resets the vibe with a fun little joke from Mitsumi. Also, it's the first scene to make use of the OST, and it's for comedy's sake. I'll get it out the way now, but mild spoiler, the comedy is the only place the OST is really used this episode. There's bits and pieces through the A part, but the vast majority is only supplemented by stellar sound design.

Also, you would have guessed it from earlier in the episode, but space and scale are really played up through this A part, and I do quite enjoy it. It takes simple and almost filler scenes and creates something more unique and stylized to better fit the episode. Also, faceless characters appear quite frequently through this A part which I found interesting.

Similarly, I love how P.A Works and Deai have been using obstructions and depth in their environments. It's a really simple piece, but like I've said before, it adds awareness to the world that exists outside of frame and focus for viewers. It gives you context clues like, "hey, the camera's in a hallway right now isn't it? I guess they're in a room off the main entry", and things like that, and does it while providing really appealing pieces that can help narrow your focus in the scene.

They use a similar approach in the environments as well. They provide something that's lived in, that characters exist and thrive in outside of what they're presented as or used for. Just take a look at these two images. The first is a super simple pieces for sure, but the use of a small stool/seat on wheels really speaks to the grandmother's involvement in the garden. Similarly, the watering can helps with that as well, plus the flowers in the background.

Now the second image is the piece that I really love because its a totally unnecessary piece, but I appreciate it an incredible amount. The tree's been trimmed! You can see where limbs have been cut off and new growth is beginning on the tree. What a completely benign piece to the art, but such a creative and impactful addition nonetheless. Absolutely love the detail and effort placed in this sort of stuff.

And lastly, I love how they render shadows and light in this scene, breaking up the light through the leaves of the tree just creates such a satisfying pattern and texture to the environment.

Moving forward once more, I really do like the use of montages/slideshows in this episode through that theme of memories. It's able to present so many pieces and stories that we wouldn't get to see otherwise.

Okay okay, speeding things up, Mitsumi and Fumi. I love how cute and wholesome their friendship is, and I love how they use that first person perspective again to drive home the incredibly strong emotional bond that the pair share.

Okay I said to speed things up but I can't, I love seeing the nervous emotions creep across Fumi's face before she tells Mitsumi about her boyfriend. It's so incredibly cute and well done.

Also, P.A Work's favorite thing, shadows and reflections! Love the detail in the water as the pair cross over the bridge.

Okay okay okay, the last piece I promise, I just absolutely love this scene and what it personifies.

So what is it, really? It's Mitsumi's nostalgia. Being at home, eating watermelon while her mom does the dishes and the cicadas chirp outside. That feeling of comfort as the wind blows gently, coaxing the slightest sounds out of the wind chimes. Remembering all of those places you've been, and that you want to visit again. Mitsumi eating that watermelon, seeing her mother, hearing those sounds, they brought back all those memories of the past for her. It's so, so incredibly beautiful and speaks so loud to the feelings of home. That no matter how far away you may travel, it's still there waiting for you.

Also, callback time! I had said it earlier and this is what it's for. It's a pretty cut and dry comparison of Mitsumi's life in Tokyo vs her hometown, really. Though you might be able to stretch it and talk about the differences in colors, as Tokyo's blue while her hometown is so bright and colorful by comparison. But at the end of the day, it just speaks to the two experiences Mitsumi has between her homes. How in Tokyo she has to get up bright and early to make the train to get to the airport in time, while in her hometown she's able to wake up nice and late and laze around eating watermelon. The city versus the country bumpkin, and I think it's a really sweet little touch to the episode.

At the end of it all, this was an incredible stretch of episode content. Start to finish, just so well polished and approached that I could gawk at the whole part for days and still find more and more pieces to pick out and even more words to describe it with. But, you don't need all that to really get the emotion across. This first half is Mitsumi's memories, her fondness of returning home after a long time away, of melting back into the comfort of her family and hometown friends, and the nostalgia that comes with retracing the steps of her youth. Just beautiful stuff.

Now unfortunately, I've hit my image limit for a single post, so I will be following up with a B part for those interested in the latter half of the episode where Mitsumi returns to school in Tokyo.

If you're looking for the second part, here's a link to it for you!

#skip and loafer #skip to loafer #スキップとローファー #iwakura mitsumi #mitsumi iwakura #fumio kishida #anime review #anime recommendation #anime and manga #anime #romcom anime

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nicegaai · 1 month

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im drawing lesbian nordic 5s again ahhgjghnfjfjdjdndjdjfjfn... nothing good enough to share yet but the lesbian womyns land au is startibg to be less of a joke (started as a plot device to have a bunch of adult wlw from all walks of life hanging out w no men around)... heres some of the things on my mind

sweden is a long flowy skirts+dresses farmers market type. half her head is shaved and she has a sleeve of tattoos. used to be a serious businesswoman in stockholm (or portland but dont think about the setting too hard) but now she just wants to live in the woods (she fell for the cottagecore pintrest aesthetic and blew up her life to have it). shes the pov main character in my imagination bc shes relatively new to the land

finland is a SHORT FAT BUTCH !!!!!!!!!!!! she is ADORABLE and SOOOO NICE and HELPFUL TO EVERYONE!!!!! shes got practical skills for running life off the grid and is an excellent handywoman and ms sweden is head over heels for her on sight. finland might b a permanent resident / own the land. running this low tech summer camp for wayward lesbians is her lifelong dream and SHES LIVIN IT BABY

Denmark is obv a basketball shorts + growing out a buzzcut messy type. loud, rubs people the wrong way easily but is well intentioned. brings practical skills to the land too (shes a tradeswoman). literally just canon denmark but with more lesbian swag. shes here bc she loves women but started coming to support her ex-wife/current gf eternal situationship ->

norway is a dianic mother goddess earth worshipper type and the land's high priestess. (everyone else buys into the lesbian religion stuff at different levels ex. fin thinks its important, den doesnt quite get it). other than that shes a millennial skinny jeans sidepart collects way too many plushies type. still says heccin doggo and such. super skinny very pretty not very expressive (she is possibly tripping at any given time. its a religious practice ok she Needs more weed shrooms lsd Right Now). her brain is a little fried but maybe she was always like this. outside this she struggles to keep employment or not maybe shes doing something or has a witchcraft etsy shop i dont know tbh. she can do whatever she wants bc shes a trust fund baby.

iceland is 16 and the result of norways teen pregnancy. shes been coming to the land as long as she can remember, may or may not even be gay, and is going through a Euphoric Atheist phase both genuinely and because it pisses mom off (ice is one of the few who can even tell when nor is pissed off). shes in online high school and her only friends her age are also online. den is her stepmom kind of and the only one who Gets Her... ugh... flips hair

other notes: everyone looks way more like normal hetalia chrs than they do the nyo counterparts. and the other priestesses are england and romania

#p #i love niche aus where everyone sucks a little

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It was just a preface..!

Poe tries to hide something from his lover, Ranpo, which obviously has its consequences...

NOTE: Hi everyone!! Everything okay? ^_^ Today’s fic is thank you gift for the amazing @jettori, not only for the cute, sweet, marvelous gift that he made me, but also for... well... existing (please forgive me, I suck with words in certain contexts 😅)... Jett, I honestly don’t know what to tell you other than ti voglio bene 💚🤍❤️ (I love you /p)

DISCLAIMER: This is a tickle fic, if it's not to your taste I don't suggest you read it

Poe was staring at his writing machine with his head full of thoughts. Should he publish that piece? Or should he trash it and never think about it ever again? Usually when he felt insecure about his work, he'd ask Ranpo, but this time it wasn't possible... his lover was the last person he wanted to show his new writing to.

"Karl... this is a mess," he sighed "what if he doesn't like it? Or what if he does? Maybe he'll be wierded out by me... or maybe he doesn't feel about me the same way I do about him..." he kept considering every possible outcome, even the most absurd ones, while the raccoon stayed there just staring at him.

"I've decided," the writer said in the end "I'll throw it away and that's it" he opened the first drawer of his desk and pulled out a piece of paper, reading it once more before throwing it in the thrash, but while he was about to finish, his plan got interrupted.

"Hi, what are you reading?" oh no... Ranpo entered the room without knocking. Poe instinctively hid the sheet under a pile of other documents just before his boyfriend reached him. "Huh? Nothing, I was just typing... I'm finishing my new short story" the taller guy couldn't have been more grateful that he had actually written something on the paper inside the writin machine, so his lie seemed more credible.

He quickly typed some words and observed his lover gazing at the sheet while munching the cookie in his left hand and then the poky stick in his right one. In the end, the detective sat on the desk and Poe breathed a sigh of relief, his excuse had convinc-

"You're hiding something" Ranpo had the gift of being straightforward, which his lover truly appreciated, but in this case, it made his heart skip a beat in a not-so-positive way. "Huh? What... what do you mean..? I don't know what you're talking about..." Poe tried to keep a neutral face, but it was clear that he was getting antsy.

"See? You're getting nervous and defensive" the shorter guy pointed out "I'm not..! Ahem, I'm not getting defensive... I... I'm just confused... I told you I was typing and it's true" the writer replied after regaining his composure.

"So many typos... that's when I know you're really getting nervous" the older guy didn't really know when Ranpo had snuck up behind him, but now there he was, looking at the document, which was indeed full of misspelled words. "TH-THAT MEANS NOTHING!! I CAN MAKE MISTAKES, TOO" the poor writer exclaimed, saying goodbye to his composure once more.

"Oh but Poe... you never make so many, which means that you're flustered, or nervous... or both" Ranpo smirked while looking at him knowingly. Poe turned his head and blushed slightly at the sight of his lover's smug face.

He didn't have time to even think about how to talk his way out of that situation because two evil hands started squeezing his sides, softly but relentlessly. "Wha-whahahat ahare yohohou dohohoihing?" the American guy managed to ask between his quiet giggles "I have a feeling that this is the best way to make you tell me the truth, and since I'm the one with the gift of super deduction, I won't accept complaints" Ranpo switched from squeezing to scribbling, knowing that a soft touch was way worse for his partner.

"Ihihi'vehe ahahalreheahahady tohohold yohohohou buhuhut yohohou dohohon't behehelieheve meheheee" Poe whined, although he didn't really do any to get away or even move from his chair, which made the green-eyed guy understand that he was enjoying this kind of playful affection, but he decided to save the teasing for later since he had more important things to do at the moment.

"You really think you can fool me... a detective... probably the greatest at my job? I don't even need to use my gift to tell that you're lying" the Japanese guy pinched his lover's lowest rib, which gave him a much better reaction than his sides.

"NOHOHO DOHOHON'T YOHOU DAHAHAREHE" Poe started squirming a bit more in his seat, now that his ribs were targeted "IHIHI TOHOHOLD YOHOHOU THEHE TRUHUHUTH"

"Oh but I do dare, and I won't stop until you tell me the real truth, which you're not doing a very good job to hide, by the way" Ranpo smirked devilishly and clawed at the older guy's ribcage, scratching the bones and digging softly in the grooves.

"IHIHI AHAHAM THAHANK YOHOHOHOU VEHEHERY MUHUHUHUCH" the writer's laughter became more hysterical, which made him slip up, and he knew he was gonna pay for that mistake.

"Ohohoh you messed up big time" if his lover was considering the chance that he was being sincere, that little stunt gave him the proof he needed. So, he stopped holding back and started tickling his ribs all over, taking advantage of the taller guy arching his back to sneak his hands all the way to the back of his ribs.

When Poe's laughter went silent, the shorter guy stopped to give him some time to breathe, but when he asked him what he was hiding, the American guy decided to stay stubborn. Also, while he was recovering, he wrapped his arms around himself to protect his most ticklish spot, which made Ranpo think about a new strategy.

"I'll give you one more chance to talk before I go for your ears" he stated with a fake solemn tone. "H-how did you know about my ears?!" Poe genuinely didn't recall of telling his lover about that spot, which left him confused and a bit startled.

"You confirmed it just now" Ranpo laughed at how naive his partner could be sometimes, then he started wiggling his fingers close to his ears without really touching them, that way Poe could still see his hands but he didn't know when the tickling was going to begin, which made him shudder in anticipation.

"Why are you doing this to meHEHEHEHE WAHAHAHAHAIT NOHOHO" when he tried to say something, the detective finally decided to strike, fluttering his fingers on that spot in such a delicate way that it was incredible how much it actually tickled.

"OHOHOH MY GOOHOHODNEHEHESS YOHOHOU'RE SOHO MEHEHEAHA- EEK!! WAHAHAHAHAIT PLEHEAHAHAHSEEEE" the poor guy lost it when his boyfriend started blowing on his right ear while scribbling on the left one, and that did the trick.

"IHIHI'LL TEHEHELL YOHOHOU!! IHIHIHI'LL TAHAHAHALK PLEHEAHAHAHSE JUHUHUST STAHAHAHAHAHAP" after hearing Poe give in, the green-eyed boy stopped his gentle assault and gave him some time to recover.

"Ihi've hiddehen aha notehehe... I wahas reading" Poe finally confessed while rubbing his ears to get rid of the tingly sensation caused by the ghost tickles. "Good, and where is it?" the detective inquired, curious about the content of said note.

"I... I've teleported it in one of this books," the taller guy bluffed, since he only had time to put it in the pile "b-but I won't tell you which one, no matter what you do, I'll never ta-"

"What do we have here?" asked Ranpo rhetorically while picking up the piece of paper that Karl was giving him... that traitor!! "KARL!! Whose side are you on?!" The writer couldn't believe that his most trusted companion had betrayed him!

"Definitely not yours" his boyfriend replied cackling while giving a little snack to the sneaky raccoon as a reward, then he started reading the piece of paper. It was handwritten, and it was Poe's calligraphy. The taller guy could've tried to stop him, but it would've been pointless, so he just let it happen.

Preface of the Author

To my marvelous boyfriend Ranpo, who always manages to make me feel understood and supported. I'll always treasure the day when I showed you my work, because look where we are now... I absolutely didn't expect that such a small thing would've led to this honestly.You're a special person to me, if I may say, unique... with your witty remarks, your cheerful attitude, positive like a little kid but never childish, and your infinite love for anything sweet, you managed to make me grow fond of you, to the point that I can say this without a doubt: I love you. (Even if sometimes you're mean to me)

- Poe

Poe was hiding his beet red face behind his hands when he felt a jab to his ribs that made him jump immediately. His gaze landed on his partner, who was holding the piece of paper as if it was some kind of precious relic with a giddy smile on his face.

"YOU WANTED TO PUBLISH THIS WITH YOUR NEW PIECE?!" the detective exclaimed, losing for a second his laid-back attitude. "Sh-shush..! It was nothing, really..." Poe grumbled, still flustered. "It's not nothing! I'm gonna treasure this for the rest of my life" Ranpo exclaimed happily smiling even wider, if that was possible.

"There's only one thing I don't understand... what do you mean with this?" the green-eyed guy pointed at the line between brackets "I've been nothing but sweet to you"

"You always tease me to get a reaction out of me..!" the taller guy yelled not too loudly while blushing for the umpteenth time "I have no memory of that" Ranpo replied smugly

"You little..!" Poe was loosing whatever was left of his cool, but the Japanese guy knew he was more flustered than mad "Once you hung a note on the bulletin board at the Agency and there was written 'Poe is a really cute sweetheart'!!"

"Well... that was a top priority communication, and the others had yet to know you, so I only did good. And I wasn't even lying... now if you'll excuse me, Kunikida has been calling me for twenty minutes, I think I have a crime to solve" and with that, the detective rushed cheerfully to the crime scene, hoping to find an intricate enigma.

His lover just watched him go, too embarrassed to say anything, then he looked for his preface... only to realize that Ranpo had taken it away with him since it was nowhere to be found.

He leaned on the back of his chair, smiling at the thought of having someone so special and that he admired so much in his life and wondering who really was the cute sweetheart between the two of them.

#bungo stray dogs tickle #bsd tickle #ranpoe #ler!ranpo #lee!poe #ticklish!poe #thank you gift #jett the cute meanie

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OOC | Roderick & Alaric

ok so ive only got a few minutes before work so i wanna make this short and sweet but!!!! i think alaric and bartholomew ar the two ppl roderick trusts most in the world!!! cause his wives are women and even his male kids are still kids in his mind anyway but bart and roderick i feel like kinda co-parented alaric (poor alaric honestly no one deserves roderick as a co-parent no matter the circumstance alksdjfjksdf) but fortunately for alaric roderick was SUPREMELY distracted and also a far softer person when he was younger so like he didn't get the full roderick™ that roderick's kids got, he got one that had more kindness and understanding and will to create joy -- plus i def think that alaric, being the last piece of their mama, was someone he was gonna be more tender towards!! idk but i feel like their mom was kinda an advocate for roderick when nobody else was in a lot of ways??? he felt v alone and isolated and despised but she tried her best!!

so i know i spoke to you briefly somewhere asp abt my hc's for roderick's bg but here's a write up i did asp and i thought id put it here as a reminder etc

Ok so og king varmont/Roderick’s dad, I’m thinking he set the example for roderick if having multiple wives…but he did it in a more ordinary way. Like Viserys I/Henry I, I’m thinking the king had two queens one after the other when the first died. This first marriage where big bro came from, as well as a big sister. The first wife had been a princess of a country across the seas that had had some tumult w the og varmont nation, and their marriage had been arranged to help ease those tensions, which it did. They then also arranged for Roderick’s sister to marry its future ruler and all seemed good till the marriage. The newlyweds, at their wedding, went on a boat ride to celebrate, racing, and the two ships sunk. Rumors of scuttling and assassination came to a head. Meanwhile the spring illness took the lives of the king and his eldest son, and roderick having lost three family members in rapid succession, comes unexpectedly to the throne. Rather than trying to work the White Ship Disaster out diplomatically as his father would’ve done, Roderick invaded.

okay, so!! idk what they were like as ppl, and id love to figure that out w you, but i can def talk abt what i think roderick’s perceptions may have been. this being roderick, hardly the most clear-sighted person abt ppl, he may have been waaaaaaayyyy off as he’s clearly quite messed up but yeah!! these were my thoughts aljskdfklsjdf

KING — VARMONT

possibly bc tywin lannister is an inspo for roderick (i know i know such amazing role models no wonder he’s the best dad akjsdflksdjf) i see his reign his reign as having been…shall we say…a mixed bag. i feel like he was the sort of ruler who was really strict w internal measures so he was super high handed and pedantic w his ppl while also giving breaks to certain ppl and not to others creating unrest, but really didn’t give much thought to his external politics so he was easily pushed around by foreign powers, bc basically he was a really distracted ruler and roderick REACTED!!

roderick is a force in the international arena, he is singleminded in his reign and policies, his word is absolute and never to be brooked, etc. anyway, idk what kind of ~person he was, but i see – and maybe for very good personal reasons who knows – this having been a huge influence on roderick bc he looked at his dad getting pushed around and just knew that what he wanted to be as king was ‘not that’ and he was going to prove himself, if not to his father, then to the world (tho he’s still chasing his father’s approval even tho he can never possibly get it bc his father is dead etc etc etc) but yeah!! i think a loT of this is a reaction to his father alksdjfkldjf

at the same time tho i def think his dad was super high handed w roderick, himself, and he felt he could never measure up to his half-siblings and, whether or not that was true, it galled him. i think maybe roderick believed that his dad had really loved his first wife but that his second wife had been a purely political move and one which he felt tarnished the first, and thus that he resented it – and resented the children he got from it too

despite his policy having been a mess, tho, i think roderick perceived him as a tyrant at home, quick to rage w his younger boys and perhaps even borderline abusive like – i just don’t see roderick as someone who had an even marginally happy childhood, frankly, i think he felt he had to fight for every scrap he got one way or another, and he’s still doing just that in his own way

also i think that roderick believes that his dad woulve pulled through had he not lost first his daughter and then his eldest son but grieving and ill, he was too weak to keep fighting and didn’t see anything WORTH fighting for in roderick or alaric or their mom, basically

QUEEN — VARMONT

i think roderick felt that his mom never got a fair shake – but also that she should have taken what she wanted. i think, bc she was his mom, he couldn’t blame her, so he was like 'its just that she’s a member of the fair sex’ and that his feelings abt gender are largely informed by this and by his sister which ill get into later. im thinking maybe she was religious (maybe this is why things were weird w the dad, maybe she wanted to be a varmont!nun, or smth, but being a princess she had to marry instead, or smth?) and maybe that’s where he gets his fanaticism? maybe even a lil like anna ivanovna (at least where she is abt halfway through the first novel bc that’s where i am currently hahah) re: feeling trapped by life etc, but also marked and unapologetic favoritism towards her own children vs her stepchildren and roderick kinda internalized that 'as the way it should be’

also do we think she’s still kicking, or is she gone, too?

PRINCE — VARMONT

i feel like roderick hated this dude’s guts…but also loved him. he was his big bro on one hand, but their dad saw him as almost supernaturally gifted and, in roderick’s view, always seemed to be comparing them and finding roderick severely wanting. roderick was much younger (he was only 18 when he became king iirc), and he was a son of the wrong wife to boot, and roderick felt he was always chasing behind trying desperately to catch up and always always failing, and he STILL has an inferiority complex abt this dude and STILL wants to beat him but he never can bc he is, of course, dead

PRINCESS — VARMONT

so i see her as a sort of confusing figure for him, another person both adored and reviled, another he was forever being unfavorably compared to, and someone who even beat him to wearing a crown (tho she promptly died). i feel like losing her broke their dad, as far as roderick could tell, and roderick was seized w the utter conviction that if roderick had been the one to die, their dad might not even have noticed honestly, and he tried to tell himself that it was just that men could be softer w their daughters than their sons bc their dad had – to roderick’s way of thinking – always shown her all the tenderness he had secretly craved. like, elder prince was his pride, and princess was his joy and roderick was like ALARIC AND I DESERVE SOME OF THAT TOO

somewhat like his own kids, roderick loves all of these ppl and resents them by equal measure. its a huge mess.

so yeah idk if any of that works ok for you, but that’s sort of how i imagined roderick seeing it

OH MAN THAT’S HONESTLY LIKE MY FAV THING ABT HIM [roderick]???!?!!! LIKE HE’S SO SELF-DEFEATING AND WHAT HE CHOSE TO SAVE WAS THE WRONG THING THAT’LL HARM SOOOOOO MANY INNOCENT LIVES INCLUDING HIS KIDS BUT HE CAN’T STOP EVEN WHILE IT DESTROYS ALL HIS OTHER HOPES

so yeahhhh id loveeeee to hear all of your and alaric's thoughts, ideas, impressions, etc!! but that's sort of what i had in mind for our boy -- to be completely casual in referencing him -- His Imperial Majesty, Roderick the First of His Name, by the Grace of the One True God, of the Great and Holy Empire of [Varmont] and Astaira and of His other Realms and Territories One True Emperor, Conquer of the Twelve Kingdoms, Defender of the Faith, and God’s Own Champion

#ooc #about #alaric varmont #this post got really glitchy forgive the weird formatting

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silverskye13 · 1 year

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Been picking away slowly on some more Tanguish stuff [I've got 3 different little shorts slowly simmering on the back burner] and I.... Haven't finished one. But I did finish the intro to one. And I'm a bit proud of it. So I'll just toss that here in the hopes that someday in the distant future I'll finish it.

Anyway, Tanguish snip below:

Tanguish stood in Grian’s base, staring at a dusty bookshelf. He was not in the helsmet Grian’s home - the strange little staring creature unsettled him far too much to allow casual visits. No, this was Grian the hermit’s base, the one in Hermitcraft.

(It was a long story how he got here, and really, he shouldn’t be here. Tango had warned him when he’d gone to step through the reflection that things were weird. Empires and purple rifts and something about a goblin and something else about Grian the hermit. He stepped through anyway, because the best thieves are curious, and lacking a little in common sense.)

Curiosity and a general lack of common sense was what stood him by the bookshelf currently. Upon stepping out of a reflection to find himself standing in front of a massive purple gateway on the close end of fizzling out, with no other living creature in sight, Tanguish decided it was safe enough to explore. It wasn’t every day he got to see a darkening crack between worlds, or really Hermitcraft in general. How was he to know giant gateways into the unknown weren't normal here? He didn’t get to see the other hermits much, normally only at a distance, or through their insidious doubles. Picking around Grian’s base gave Tanguish the rare opportunity to see the company his own double did (or didn’t) keep. He thought he was learning a lot. Grian was messy, but he had an eye for shapes and color. He must have an elytra, or some other mode of flight, to live so high off the ground with no ladders or stairs. He had a flair for the dramatic, if the skulk-made resistance sign in his base was any indication. He also had a super computer with a mustache, whose only communication when Tanguish pressed the prompt button was to say, “Don’t belong here,” with increasingly capital letters. Tanguish didn’t know if that meant the computer didn’t belong here, or if Tanguish didn’t, but he wasn’t going to stick around and think it over. There were too many things in here to see, and unless the computer somehow came to life and moved its pipes and electronics off the wall to try and catch him, Tanguish felt safe ignoring its possible protests.

(Tanguish was in a curious mood today, not a cautious one. If he were cautious, he would have fled into the nearest reflection the moment he realized he was alone. The fact that the cautious option might also be the smartest option had crossed his mind, but he ignored this.)

Eventually, after much stumbling and waffling and the pocketing of many small objects, Tanguish stood in front of the bookshelf. There were many books he recognized. Some were familiar titles, with words slightly transposed from the hels versions. He thumbed through a few, less for the reading, and more for the rare possibility that a valuable item might be tucked inside some of the pages. That was until he found one small book that had fallen behind one of the front rows: simple and green, faded gold lettering written across the top, a stylized sword embossed in the center of the cover.

Paladin

Tanguish had heard the term paladin before. Tango had mentioned it before during their long talks about some weird board game, one of his inspirations for Decked Out. Tanguish picked up the little book and it fell open naturally to a page somewhere a third of the way through. His eyes glazed over the letters. Something something, have faith brothers and take up your sword, something something, fight against injustice in any black corner it dwells in. Tanguish wasn’t really that interested in the plain text itself. What interested him more was that many of the passages were underlined, and writing was scribbled in the margin. It was all in blue ink, in neat and tidy handwriting that, oddly enough, Tanguish felt was familiar. That didn’t make any sense, since Tanguish had never met or spoken with any hermit besides Tango, and Tango’s handwriting was a slanted scrawl caught halfway to cursive. It wasn’t this neatly spaced, square print that almost looked like it could come from a typewriter.

“This passage is a meditation on conviction,” the print said. "Conviction is not merely an opinion. It is rooted deeply in personal morality. To change one's convictions, or abandon them, is to change who one is."

Tanguish tilted his head to the side, as though he could roll the statement around in his head like a loose marble. He wasn't a big philosophy-and-morals guy. To contemplate those, one has to ask hard questions about themselves. Questions like: "Does stealing muffins from a small business owner every day make it difficult for them to stay in business?" or "If I rifle through a missing person's stuff, does that make me a creep?" Those are generally questions a thief shouldn't be asking themselves, and so deep inflection had never been one of Tanguish's strong suits. He had his moments of course. His recent conviction that his own happiness shouldn't come at the cost of Tango was one he was particularly proud of.

Tanguish flipped through the well worn pages of the little paladin book, eyeing the neat rows of script darning the margins of nearly every page. He shrugged, snapped the book closed, and tucked it into his shirt pocket.

He was saving this for later.

#the barking writer #Tanguish #hels!tango #spazzcat wips

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cherrykamado · 1 year

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OKAY SO SKSLSKDKDKW

This post is a huge spoiler so I put it under the cut!!!!

I WENT THROUGH EVERY SINGLE EMOTION POSSIBLE: I CRIED I LAUGHED MY HEART ALMOST BURST I GOT MAD I ALMOST PASSED OUT

I cried like a baby once again with S2's gyuutaro and ume's flashback. Like the first time I saw it. Their backstory will never cease to be so moving to me, the way he sees his life before and after umes birth, and the way he resembles tanjiro, plus all the what ifs I've thought throughout it all. I really love and treasure their relationship so much.

I CACKLED so so much at the sight of zenitsu being... Well, him. He's my twin, we're so alike. Never kinned do hard as when he yelled TAAAAANJIIIIROOOOO at the aftermath of the fight w the upper six, and that whole moment in general. Jokes aside, though, I love how COOL he is.

MY HEART THROBBED THROUGHOUT IT ALL AND THE WHOLE REASON IS....

You know, it's him. It's my tanjiro 🥺💚 REALLY like.... I was like. Like. You know. When you love a blorbo so much? LMAO jokes aside I can't get over the way his gaze changed in S3, it's somehow even softer, calmer, like (we're gonna get meta in here) it shows his growth if it makes sense? I mean, per se, he is strong, smart and collected in the shittiest situations, but also super sensitive. I feel he's always got this sense of duty present but I think that now he's more confident. Wow, all that for a gaze change? Yes. Yes.

About gazes and all, something I love is the way ufotable makes so much justice when trsnsmitting things through the eyes.( I love you ufotable)

I was all the film sittin there trying not to grin so MUCH BC ITS HIM I MISSED HIM SO MUCH MY HUSBANDDDDDD<33333 u know, heart burst and everything<3

AND THEN @alekstraszas SUN DADDY!!!! SUN DADDY!!!! WHEN HE FIRST APPEARED MY FIRST THOUGHT WAS U. U CAME TO MY MIND. I SAW THIS MAN AND I SAID. OH MY GOD. but also please this man needs to stop bein mean to himself SOBS (I'm thinking rn sun daddy yoriichi praising fic >:)

But also something that I forgot completely was MY LOVEEEEEEE MY BABYYYY SUMIYOSHI GOT ANIMATED !!!!! I thought for a moment he was gonna get tanjiro's same va (btw I love u natsuki hanae and his wonderful work as always in tanjiro's voice) and btw I LOVED the transition between his voice back to tanjiro's at the moment where he woke up from the coma.

I was hoping to get a tidbit of my slutty (not so) old man HAGANEZUKA but the fact that he was mentioned made me NSISDBFKDKDLDLDD BSRK FERSLLY. THAT MAN GOT A SHORT TEMPER AND IM HERE FOR IT (gettin fucked rough fic by a frustrated/angry haganezuka in my mind<3333)

THEN MY LOVE MY BESTIE MITSURI!!!!! another me. Another kin. I LOVE HER I ADORE HER. I love how tanji just went to cover her up like. He's so gentlemanly I LOVE HIMMMMM. But back to her, I adore her. She's my baby. Literally I would commit arson for her<333 her personality, her voice is all SO her!! I love the difference between the softness of her voice and the fact that this woman is SO fucking strong. Her personality's so bubbly I love it SO much too. And I ADORE how they showed her bonding w my baby nezuko 🥺🥺

now. The part that maybe made me yearn SO much was. You know. When she said that HE ignored her. My thought process was: genyagenyagenyagenyagenyagenya

And when I saw him. And WHEN I SAW HIM. I was blessed. I almost die. I got a fucking GENYA CRUMB and A GOOD TSNJI CRUMB and then I wished I was there. I had so many ideas. SO many. That u will see but for now I will just say hashiras gentan x reader (me) fuckin at the hotsprings<3

A moment that made me go fucking BANANAS animation wise: the infinity castle of course. I couldn't believe my eyes like. WHY IS THERE SO MUCH PERFECTION THAT CGI IM ON MY KNEES!!! BUTTERED MY TOAST CLEARED MY SKIN MSDE ME INSANE. Akaza's scene. My goodness.

DOUMA. DOUMA!!! this man is a slut we know it we see it we LOVE to see it. The moan, and the way he crawled to kokushibo PLUS THE FINAL SCENE WHEN NSKIME BRINGS HIM BACK TO HIS TEMPLE. YOU KNOW THE ONE!!! THE ONE OF //THAT// MANGA PANEL.

TL;DR — I loved it. I don't mind recaps but I think it took up too much time of the film but MEH I would go see it again truly!! I loved reviving feelings from the previous seasons and I loved how the intro to S3 was carried out.

What I loved the most?

You know what that is.💚

#🍒 — cherrypostin #kny spoilers #demon slayer spoilers #THERE ARE SO MSNY THINGS I DIDNT INCLUDE BC IM STILL IN A HYPE BUT SKOSKDDKDLLDLDDLFKFK COME TO ME LETS RAMBLE

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urcharactersclasspect · 1 year

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Was looking after some younger relatives and when I saw that the kids show they were watching had lore (and funny robots) ADHD used Random Hyperfixation: it's super effective!

So basically I'll need the main heroes and villains from PJ Masks (the 3 main Masks, Romeo Luna Girl, and the Wolfy Kids), classpected if you can do that please. Thank you and have a good life

Sorry for the slowness on this one! but 'll do a quickie post on this since its a simplistic childrens show type thing. I dont think I could stand to watch many shorts of this, but I watched the characters intros and read a bit on it for this

Catboy: Page of Light or Page of Heart

His intro has him getting into situations he doesnt like and being fast, which gives me the impression they are going for a black cat bad luck but good person stereotype. Somebody who has good intentions, but gets themselves into trouble and has some struggle getting into their own skin so to speak seems to match. We are talking about a reckless child it seems. So Id say it matches well.

Owlette: Seer of Space, or Seer of Breath/Mind

Owls tends to get associated with Light aspect a lot but Owlettes powers gives me the impression of something a lot more metaphysical than metaphorical or less intangible like Luck. She also seems more straight forward. She gives me the impression of the Token Smart or more Precise one of the trio. Not to mention, her whole thing is Super Sight- so even if Im not quite correct about the aspect, the class is for sure right.

Gekko: Comes across as Maaaybe a Page of Void? invisibility gives me also Maid of Void energy.

The Wolfy Kids are a little bit difficult since they seem to be chaotic stereotypes, but Roughly, I'd say based on kids show logic and impressions: Howler is Thief of Rage, Rip is Rogue of Doom, and Kevin is Page of Mind.

Luna Girl is possibly a Thief of Void or Witch of Void. Mad scientists like Romeo default to Prince of Mind for me.

#classpecting #incoherent rambles #pj masks #childrens shows #classpect disney #disney characters #love how the gekko kid is more chameleon based rather than gecko #children by default as strike a person as pagey tho since they are

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a-crepusculo · 1 year

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Mistakes (Tobias x OC)

Book: Open Heart Pairing: Dr. Tobias Carrick x Dr. Nyla Hassan (F!OC) Premise: He wanted to start over, but she wanted no such thing. Rating / Category: Teen / Angst; Slow Burn Warning(s): Strong language Word Count: 1,168 words

A/N: Life has once again punched me in the face, but I’m so happy to be back here, writing for my babies. Will catch up with everything super duper soon. In the meantime, please enjoy this!

It was a terrifically normal day at the hospital for Tobias Carrick.

He checked in on all of his patients, signed their charts, ran some tests, continued research on their latest case, and went out to Derry’s Roasters with Ethan during lunch break because that was the only place that he could drag his best friend without him complaining.

A perfectly, utterly normal working day.

Except for the small, minor, teeny-tiny fact that he has not been able to stop thinking about Nyla since their first meeting.

Perhaps it was the way she caught his attention, reeling him into the depths of her warm caramel irises. Perhaps it was the way that they touched; her soft hand meeting his own, firm yet delicate at the same time. Perhaps it was the way she spoke to him, her feathery light voice effortlessly putting a hazy spell on him.

Or perhaps it was the way that she crushed his ego and undermined his ability as a doctor and a leader to his old team in just a few sentences.

Christ, this was pathetic.

Even for him.

Releasing a weighted sigh, Tobias shut down his laptop and closed his navy blue notebook. Her exact words, undoubtedly stitched with anger and disappointment, echoed inside his tangled thoughts. Shoulders slouching forward, he took a moment to close his eyes—savoring every last drop of tranquility within these four walls that he could get.

Still, he could not get her voice out of his head.

Her gentle voice, her airy voice. Brittle, as cold as the first ice of winter. Ringing in the distance, haunting him—or, more accurately, taunting him. There was a hint of calmness in her tone, a collective tune of harmonious silver bells that lullabied him to a state of serenity. The sound eerily came closer, and closer.

And closer.

Closer.

Shit.

She’s here, isn’t she?

His eyelids slowly opened themselves, partially afraid of the ghost that had been lingering in his mind might make her appearance. There was no use in it, though, because she was already there, only meters away. Outside of the Diagnostics Team’s office, breathtaking in every possible way.

The sparkle in her hazel eyes brought light and ease into his heart. Her rosy cheeks glowed, enthusiastically responding to her conversation with Edenbrook’s own sunshine, Marchia. Each step led them closer to the glass entrance—and before he could anticipate it—they entered the room.

Tobias shifted his sight to the papers in front of him, hoping that Nyla did not saw him gaping like a goldfish.

“Okay, I have a short meeting in five minutes. You stay here, and we’ll continue after this,” the blonde announced, giving her friend a quick embrace.

Marchia’s heels clacked across the floor, and within seconds, there was only two of them. Left behind in a quiet, atrociously deafening silence. A silence that grew bigger, thicker, as moments passed by.

Maybe this was his chance to redeem himself in front of her.

“So, welcome to our humble abode.”

There was a slight pause before she could reply. Nyla stood in front of their sofa, arms clutching tightly above her chest, looking in his direction. The subtle white jumpsuit that embraced every dip and curve on her figure made it almost impossible to focus on anything else than her absolute beauty, magnificent in all of its glory.

“Not so humble, I would say, considering that it’s owned by Leland and he always try to show it off in every occasion he could get.”

“Hrm,” he lightly scoffed, agreeing with her keen observation. “I guess that’s true.”

An awkward silence had once again taken their conversation hostage.

Tobias rose to his feet, leaving the comfortable chair, and slowly walked closer—much to her surprise. He fought long and hard to formulate the exact right words, the perfect expression to express his feelings, in order to reset all of this mess.

He knew he had to take a leap.

“Look, Nyla, I think we got off on the wrong foot,” he murmured, locking eyes with her. “Sure, I wasn’t the best and I made some mistakes—”

“Whoa, whoa. Hold on. You weren’t being,” Nyla paused for a beat, then raised both of her hands, motioning air quotes as she continued with, “‘The best’?”

His dark brown brows pulled together at the questionable gesture.

For a room that was only filled with two people, the air felt entirely thick and suffocating. He found himself drowning, struggling to get a sentence out of his mouth.

“You abandoned your team, Carrick. You left them when they need you the most. Edenbrook wasn’t the only hospital that had been shook to the core with the whole shift and merger. MK got their hit too, or did you forgot about that?”

“I didn’t forget about that. But—”

“Not to mention your whole childish competition with Doctor Ramsey. And for what? It almost cost us a great doctor. A wonderful friend of mine.”

Tension soared as she mentioned the tragic incident that latched within these great halls. What happened was horrible, devastating—not a day goes by without Tobias feeling guilty and wishing he had done things differently back then.

“I’m sorry, I really am, but it wasn’t entirely my fault,” he sighed.

“Oh, please,” she rolled her eyes, lips curled up in disdain. “Just like how we failed to be in the top ten rankings wasn’t your fault too.”

Anger boiled inside his veins as he digested the true meaning of her words. He was no Ethan Ramsey, nor was he the Leonardo da Vinci of medicine—he was certain about that. But he had more than ten years of experience under his belt, dozens of unique and unthinkable cases, and even synthesized a goddamn cure for a lethal bio-toxin.

Surely he deserved some respect.

“You come in here like you’re some saint, Doctor Hassan. Apparently being a mediocre attending at Mayo Clinic does that to you, huh?” he snickered, harshness palpable in his voice.

Nyla snorted. “Watch where you’re going with this, Carrick.”

“Judge all you want, but you know nothing about me. You know nothing about the vicious medical industry. Nothing. You’re just some new kid on the block. Get some real experiences out there, and then we’ll talk, kiddo.”

Her orbs burned with fire he had never seen before in his life. She inched closer, tilting her head upwards, their breaths interwove in the small space between them. Emotions rumbled inside their chests, waiting to explode at any moment.

Biting her tongue, she replied, “Underestimate me again and we’ll see how well that goes for you.”

“Can’t wait,” Tobias whispered, hot air brushing the shell of her ear.

Fuming with vexation, the young doctor turned her body and headed straight for the door. A melody of heavy thump that accompanied every step she took became music to his ears—a clear sign that he had won this battle. Wearing a complacent expression, he relished in the victorious feeling.

If she wanted war, then she had come to the right place.

Because Tobias was certainly not giving up without a fight.

I’ll be tagging in a separate post!

#open heart #tobias carrick #open heart choices #choices open heart #dr. tobias carrick #open heart fanfiction #open heart fanfic #oph fanfiction #oph fanfic #playchoices #pixelberry #Tobias x OC #Tobias Carrick x OC #choices fic writers creations #cfwc fics of the week #fics of the week #Tobias x Nyla #Ethan x Marchia

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twst-drabbles · 1 year

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I know you asked about the favorite fic question a while ago. But we shall call this fashionably late!

I’ve always got a sweet spot for the Octavinelle bunch! I was the one who requested the wind up toy one and Azul’s first words.

My favorite pieces are Octavinelle 3 and Savanaclaw, Scarabia, and Pomefiore 1. Honestly I couldn’t tell you how much I read them over the span of a couple of months. It was like a nightly ritual. I’m not sure what it was about those but I’d give them a quick read before bed and be immensely satisfied.

And a new favorite addition is the windup toy one. I love how you described Floyd more as observant in that one. And every time you described one of em punching the frog I imagined a peacock mantis shrimp punches. I can so vividly see the sand being scuffled about.

I’d have to say you’re like the famous last bite of a meal. Or a tart pastry! You don’t over sugar your stuff and I love ya for it! In fact you’ve become the only way I’ve been reading fluff nowadays and am eager to see more constantly! Which is so weird cause I’m an angst reader/writer 100%.

I really admire your short formatting of writing. At first I’ll admit I always wanted more but then I thought to myself what else could there possibly be to add? Thus I discovered your talent for endings! As you can tell from this long message, I always write a bunch so seeing impactful short stuff “by my standards”, will help with that issue I hope.

And lastly I really like how the caretaker can either be their own character or a self insert! I’d never go on any trips with Vargas yet here I am giving a pat on the back to caretaker and telling em good luck! Or how while I’m not the most avid Silver or Kalim enjoyer sometimes I’m like ok caretaker gimme the wheel again I think I’m starting to “L word” them a little more. Also nicknaming the Octavinelle bunch “little shits” is always super homey to me and it feels so right!

This is just a long winded thank you for what you’ve written thus far! I really enjoy everything you put out. And I can’t wait to breach into your oc blog. If you love angst I’m a great supplier in requests!- Signed yours truly Frosty!~

No need to worry, there isn't a due date to any of it and I'm always welcoming to such essays spouting what your favorites might be! It cheers me up no matter how late they may be.

I certainly do love messing around with the Octavinelle group as one of my family members actually used to take care of fish. I loved feeding them and just watching them swim from one end of the tank to the other. While, by all means, they're not your standard fish, it's still fun to sneak in a little fun fact about aquatic life when I can.

Actually, back in the middle of my high school years, I used to write rather long winded myself, as a result of all the old novels I would read that would have such a writing style.

Example from one of my oooooold pieces of writing down below, regarding a Church Grim.

It didn't make any noise whatsoever. It didn't leave footprints in the soft grass, or even a lingering stench on the tree's bark to indicate it might be something of this living world. But, there was nothing to remember it by, beside those angry red eyes that would shift into sight from under its smoking plume of black. It would take a glance at you, and you would stare back into it. Then it would be gone by letting its form be embraced by the shadows created from leafy tree branches. You can see it again through the lush trees blanketed by the cloudy purple night. You watched it float through the flower garden without a purpose, much like a piece of paper in the wind, shifting from one place to another in an effortless glide.

Well, actually I can still write like this, but it's not a writing style tailored for my decaying attention span. I have to be in a certain mood to really get into it. But yeah, I preserve this style specifically for horror writing and professional novel writing.

And yes the self insert certainly has a personality that it won't match your actions word for word, as the reader insert is a character, a part of the narrative, so they must have some amount of agency to keep the story going less they become replaceable with a lampshade or camera.

So, instead of going down the route of keeping the reader insert as blank as possible, might as well give them a personality that people will remember. Every time I write about the Caretaker, I feel like a little unseen ghost looking over their shoulder, just wondering what they'll do next.

Thank you Frosty for taking the time to write all that to me. It really cheers me up while I'm laying in bed, under mountains of blankets.

#admin #NRClutter

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not-poignant · 2 years

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Back in the day when I was using FFN I saw a lot of people write their story however they wanted, and then remove the segment that didn’t adhere to the guidelines, leaving a link to their blog where they would post the deleted scene. It was a headache but it’s better than them not posting the story at all. I know that’s a lot of work to do for your already written stories, but maybe m&m? It’s just so sad to think that you’ll be walking on these stupid eggshells writing it.

Hi hi anon!

It was a headache but it’s better than them not posting the story at all.

Definitely. I've been on fandom sites for about twenty years, and when I wrote fanfiction under another name, for a small archive, I did this myself. You know, wrote a more explicit scene, told people they could email me for the chapter (since this was more common back then), and so on.

But you know what's way way way better than all of that?

Being able to post whatever I want on AO3. The freedom is so nice, and I'm never going back to shadily hiding explicit scenes in my metaphorical trenchcoat for folks. I'm done with living that way. And I'm never going to go back to that kind of 'dark ages' dystopian way of getting past censorship while AO3 exists, y'know? :) I was so a happy to walk away from that site, and I'm so happy not to be using the un-user-friendly clusterfuck that is FF.net anymore.

If Wattpad users do want all of my works, they can come to AO3, or download the stories in their entirety from AO3 and read them at any time on their e-readers. So they're technically not missing out if they're just willing to look a bit further afield! :D

As for Mallory & Mount, I'm no longer the kind of writer who writes stories that are 80% porn and 20% story, so the sex scenes won't actually be super prevalent in Mallory & Mount, it's very story driven. And though the sex scenes will be extreme and dubcon, I don't consider this the same as the outright rape that happened in Game Theory. I'm not as worried about that. Same with Underline the Black. I'm just not that kind of writer anymore, I can still write very intense scenes and quite extreme dubcon, but I just don't really feel the urge to put it in every chapter these days? So I don't think most people reading say - The Beast that Chose Its Own Bridle - which has lengthy, intense BDSM scenes, would call that a 'porn story' first and foremost, even though it has porn. There's just too much story happening around all the sex, lol.

I don't really think of it as walking on eggshells honestly. I'm just not risking certain stories out of the gate, and they're already safe and fine on AO3 (and Dropbox). And while some of my stories are in a grey area, I'm confident I can articulate why they're valuable and have merit as narratives and/or cut my losses and keep them on AO3.

My shortlist of stories for Wattpad if folks are interested is:

The Wildness Within Stuck on the Puzzle From the Darkness We Rise Into Shadows We Fall The Golden Age that Never Was Spoils of the Spoiled possibly Falling Falling Stars (the length is offputting but I actually think the story could do really well there because it's very consent focused and it has a clear 'sexual assault is bad' message lol) Inmates Passiflora The Beast that Chose Its Own Bridle Underline the Black Mallory & Mount

I won't be putting them all up at once, but chapter by chapter as with any serial. The first two in the list are the first two I'll be starting with and they both just need covers now, they're ready to launch. I'm going with a fanfiction/original fiction mix because I can! :D

Stories that I'm not putting up on Wattpad at all:

The Wind that Cuts the Night (I think the front-heavy violent BDSM in the beginning will be too high risk even if it develops a story later - it's a shame because I think it works really well as an 'original novel' even though it's fanfiction). Game Theory The Court of Five Thrones Strange Sights short stories

Stories I'm on the fence on but will make a decision about based on how the short-list goes, or based on how well I think they can do on their own:

Eversion The Ice Plague anything else, lol.

I'm on the fence about The Ice Plague because it's the end point of the canon, but a lot of people came into Fae Tales through that story and I think handled it pretty well.

Eversion has some outright noncon, and while I think it has a strong 'sexual assault is bad' message, it also has Connor 'gosh I love degradation and humiliation and being told I'm filthy and slutty sir' Perkins in it, and even some AO3 readers struggled to find what Connor consented to, consensual, simply because they struggled to see why anyone would enjoy suffering like that. I have never had a character scream 'this is consensual' more in a story and have so many people be like 'oh god this is so horrible, he hates it so much' lmaoooo. I feel like Wattpad readers are going to be even less forgiving of that than AO3 readers.

Anyway, y'all know my plan now! :D It's going to take aaaaaages because I'll be releasing the chapters over time and I'm only going to have like 1-2 old stories updating at once, so um, it might actually take around 8 years to upload everything?

...*laughs nervously*

But no, no, I've been in fandom for over 20 years anon, I am well and truly over the dark ages of 'lol hmu for a link of the explicit wink wonk banned stuff' or 'haha click this link because this puritanical site won't let us be adults!' AO3 is where it's at. And I think we can all just appreciate that it's truly best to just...be able to post anything fictional + sexually taboo there, and not have to worry about a corporation potentially smacking us in the face for it.

#asks and answers #pia on wattpad #gosh i love AO3 #really my heart is just a constant love-letter to AO3 #yes there's things they can always improve #and work on #and yes sometimes they've disappointed us #BUT #compared to how it was before we are miles and miles ahead #as for Wattpad i'm not so much scared as i am pragmatic about the reality of working within a TOS

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