#it’s bad she’s dark because it matches him and he’s evil and that’s bad

[princessbrunette]

omg I love kitty!reader sm!!! she’s a lil weirdo just like me!! she’s probably v into witchy stuff and learning about the occult and magic! and jj is always letting her talk his ear off about whatever you’re hyper fixating on at the moment. I can totally see her randomly asking him super seriously if he’d ever taste her blood because she read in some spell book that it would bind them together forever and he’s just looking at her like “Do we wanna go to a graveyard to really seal the deal orrrr” because let’s be honest, that fact that you’re into strange stuff like him turns him on sooooo much it’s kinda funny

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thinking about kitty!reader talking jj into making blood vial necklaces for eachother <3

it turns him on how devoted you are to him to wanna do something like that, so he agrees without much thought. only the next day you’re showing up at his place with a whole kit, little needles and syringes with empty vials tied to ribbons that you’d purchased all for this marvellous event. you’re giddy, and he’s increasingly nervous.

“and— and it’s even better ‘cos tonight’s a full moon.” you beam at him as you clean his arm, preparing to take some of his blood.

“okay so… am i like, gonna turn into a werewolf or somethin’?” he teases making you giggle.

you take his blood, pulling it into the syringe and he’s a total baby about it, yelping and wincing, rambling in order to keep himself cool. “y’know i watched this movie once about this crazy scientist who steals this guys blood and he like — he makes evil clones of him. i lowkey feel like you could do somethin’ like that, y’know. like — an army of evil boyfriends— i dunno—”

“jayj stop moving!”

“my bad.”

it comes the time to take your blood and he pretends he’s not feeling a little squeamish at this point, letting you lay against him as he slowly pulls the syringe up, filling it with dark red blood. you were never good at this kind of thing, getting weak and lightheaded, eyes fluttering as you drop more weight onto him. he blinks, craning his head to look at you.

“uh, hello— yoohoo— kittycat… this was your idea, rise and shine.” you smile weakly at the slight panic in his voice.

“m’just resting. feel a little weak.”

“okay, that’s normal right? yeah that’s — that’s like regular. this is a super normal thing to do.”

when he’s done he makes kissy noises, the same you would to a kitten to attract its attention and you open your eyes, sitting up and stretching your back a little. “mm, thanks jayj.”

“uh, yeah.”

you chat as he watches you pour the blood into the vials, so casually that he can’t help but feel in awe of you.

“now you have a piece of me forever.” you grin, canines glistening in the dim lamp light.

“y’know some couples just get matching tattoos but uh— this works too.”

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[yandere-loveer]

⋎﹒🃏﹒✾，Yandere shadow milk cookie scenario

✶﹒┊Warnings: Obsession, kidnapping, forced companionship, yandere, rape, kisses without consent, mental and physical abuse towards reader, shadow milk a little OOC, reader!fem.

✶﹒┊Summary: Shadow Milk Cookie met you when he was not corrupted by the power given to him by his creators. The jester cookie that you wanted so much changed a lot and here comes hell...

✶﹒┊If you are a sensitive person, I recommend not reading this or if you have a bad experience with some of the topics mentioned above, I also recommend not reading this for your mental health! ♡

﹒𓇼﹒﹒Shadow Milk Cookie with her friends were created with the sole purpose of taking care of their world and the other defenseless cookies.

﹒𓇼 ﹒﹒The jester appreciated cookies and always put on shows for everyone, so they could feel safe. His personality was calm and he maintained a joking side to the cookies he swore to protect with his friends.

﹒𓇼 ﹒﹒You met him there when you were a simple town girl, I simply made you curious that so many cookies spoke of the happiness and confidence that the jester called shadow milk cookie brought.

﹒𓇼 ﹒﹒You couldn't deny that you were delighted with what he did and he could make a lot of cookies happy, especially that you loved that he also did small shows for children. He always brought a smile to everyone and you too...

﹒𓇼 ﹒﹒ You caught his attention and you didn't know how, but it was the best. All the time that you were luckily able to talk to him, you could only praise and thank him for his efforts to keep everyone well. Which he couldn't help but feel very excited about.

﹒𓇼 ﹒﹒ Aww... Now always when he did shows he brought you so you could shine on stage along with him for everyone. In those small moments they both felt like they were the only ones who existed and no one else.

﹒𓇼 ﹒﹒ He visited you a lot in your humble house and he surprised you by entering your window, you were always surprised by his unexpected views, but he embarrassed you with your way of living. He never cared about that. You loved the moments you spent with him and even shadow milk expressed to his friends how great it was to spend time with you.

"Reader cookie, she's wonderful. I just hope I can do shows with her forever..." He was so lost in his thoughts about you that his friends just laughed and some rolled their eyes at it.

﹒𓇼 ﹒﹒ But all good things can end without realizing it, the only thing you could say was that you had noticed Shadow Milk very strange and sometimes he had a smile that scared everyone. One that was very sinister and dark...

﹒𓇼 ﹒﹒ You noticed that everything he said sometimes were pure lies and created conflicts between the cookies, which scared them all and they never smiled because of the anguish they felt at that time.

﹒𓇼﹒﹒The way he clung to you was very sticky and suffocating, he made very possessive comments and how he was going to keep you with him always.

"I'm going to keep you in a cage so you don't leave, HA HA HA! I'm kidding... or maybe not" he could only whisper the last thing, but you could hear it. You just turned a blind eye to it, he always told the truth and made you feel safe. But why isn't it like that now...?

﹒𓇼﹒﹒Before you could realize everything was chaos, many cookies were dying due to the cruel actions of the heroes who were now beasts... Now you were in a cage next to shadow milk cookie who said romantic things to you. way and you wore almost their shades of clothing to match. They were a real couple, cheer up!

﹒𓇼 ﹒﹒ The witches, with nothing else to do, put an end to the evil actions of their creations. You felt like you were going to be free until you saw how your lover grabbed your little legs so you could stay with him...

"Y-You can't leave me!" He sounded desperate as he watched him being locked up along with his friends who were upset by what was happening.

﹒𓇼 ﹒﹒ You saw how you were locked up along with shadow milk cookie and the witches couldn't do anything about the cruel fate you were facing. Living next to a beast. He was really happy that at least he was able to take you and stay with you.

﹒𓇼 ﹒﹒ You were just asking for help from any cookie or creator, anyone! But no one could hear you, only your loved one who looked confused at your reaction to the confinement. You closed your eyes and felt tears coming out, but your eyes widened when you felt Shadow Milk Cookie's disgusting hands that were behind you. It seems like it would take forever to force you to do things you didn't want to do. During that time, only your cries and prayers were heard...

﹒𓇼 ﹒﹒ At that moment you were now with shadow milk sitting on the dark floor that surrounded them in that dark prison. He was hugging you from behind and you alone couldn't even make the effort to think or react to what had happened before. You couldn't hear what shadow milk was saying, everything was blurry, you were in a state of shock. You could only squeeze one of your hands that was close to your private area, at that moment you felt dirty and the sinister smile of that beast was getting bigger...

[mswyrr]

The more I write Lucy Gray having "screen time" in my fic, the clearer it becomes to me that the movie simplified her and "prettied" her up a fair bit away from the book in ways that make me sad. In the book, she can be a bit of a freak (affectionate) and frank about killing (when necessary to survive) and the messiness of living.

There's her and Coriolanus having a far more frank conversation about their kills--and her desire to kill Coral--in the book than in the movie, for example. And, as dkaluuyaegot has pointed out on Twitter, in the book Lucy Gray writes her love song, "Pure as the Driven Snow," for Coriolanus after he kills Mayfair:

She cares about trying to be a good person (trying to stay on the right side of the line between good and evil), but she's not legalistic, self-righteous, or rigid about that. She knows what it means to live in a broken world with a lot of bad options in front of you. She sees it as a struggle and one where you will be pulled all over as you try to walk a decent path --she doesn't think we get out of the mess of living clean, none of us-- and what is decency to her? I think she centers it in her Covey and their values:

"The Covey believe you’re put on earth to reduce the misery, not add to it" (437)

Her morals aren't absolute rules so much as guidelines and orientations toward living. She's not naive (she knows damn well they live in a dystopia) and she's not drawn to outside authority structures, apart from her Covey, or direct political action, so she's pretty independent and matter-of-fact minded about things.

The movie makes it seem more "good girl falls for bad boy" and that's really not it - they're both pretty gray, and well matched in that, before he crosses over into the darkness. The main, important difference is that she is pretty gray as a conscious choice with clear lines--her personal and Covey ethical guidelines--and he was gray because he was torn and in the process of deciding.

re: the lie. If he'd told the truth, it's interpretable what she would have done in the end, but I think it's pretty clear that Lucy Gray would have, at minimum, heard him out and certainly not turned him in. Turning anyone in to the Peacekeepers seriously goes against her values.

Coriolanus is a brainwashed Lawful Neutral dumbass before he breaks bad and he thinks if there's order and rules a system must have some legitimacy to it, but Lucy Gray knows better. She knows these authorities exist to impose wrong, not right. There's no justice to be found there, and handing someone over to them is adding more wrong to the world.

[actual-changeling]

The Metatron's outfit obviously has meta reasons/the costume department and Neil decided on it for a reason, but I think that there are also in-canon ones we should talk about more.

Now, the thing most people notice immediately is the colour—angels were whites, beige, light colours that match the job and heaven's sterile whiteness. His, on the other hand, is black, a colour usually associated with hell and demons.

As a small meta reason side note: I do not think that they chose the colour to signal that he is a demon and broke them up because he has Big Evil Plans because that goes against everything Good Omens is about. The Metatron is at the top of heaven's hierarchy and only subservient to God (assuming She is actually still involved), he can have bad intentions and universe-destroying plans as an angel, the whole point is that the angel/demon dichotomy is an ideological fantasy.

Why did the Metatron himself choose that outfit though? One would assume that he would have the most pristine white clothes possible, but every single time we have seen him so far, he has been a floating head without a body.

So before he came to earth, he actively made a decision to dress the way he did. We also know that he did his research on Aziraphale and Crowley, hence his knowing that Aziraphale consumes human food and getting that coffee. The entire situation was the Metatron creating the most beneficial set-up for his plan—to convince Aziraphale to come back to heaven with him.

He knows Aziraphale likes food, but what else does he like?

Crowley.

The person we see wearing exclusively black and dark colours.

Give Aziraphale a coffee, make his subconscious associate the Metatron with Crowley based on his clothes, sweet-talk him and lie to get him attached, and then offer him everything he could have ever wanted—heaven, the ability to change heaven, and Crowley and him being angels together.

Just like his off-hand mention about consuming food, the black suit is also meant to make him seem 'other', someone who—just like Aziraphale—doesn't really fit in with all the other angels. Aziraphale sees all of that, and the conclusion he comes to is the following:

The Metatron, the Guy In Charge is like me! He understands me, and we're both different, but he still wants me to be the Supreme Archangel. It IS possible to break some rules and still be a Good Angel, I was worried for nothing, everything is fine, and he will even revise the mistake of Crowley's fall.

Consequently, Aziraphale accepted the offer and didn't even think further than his own moral qualms finally being resolved, which is exactly what the Metatron wanted.

I think he vastly underestimated their relationship though—Aziraphale almost changes his mind—but overall it was a complete, clean success for him.

For my part, I am incredibly curious if he will keep the black suit in season three, turn back into a head, or change into white/lighter clothes. Now that he has Aziraphale where he wants him, he can dial down the persuasion and manipulation techniques.

[zarvasace]

Next is Depth! He is dark Sky. (He gets his own special dramatic portrait—the perspective mostly works? Idk I need to practice and find some good refs for this sort of thing.) So much rambling about him and his design under the cut.

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The most striking thing about Depth is how normal he looks. Disregarding a few odd features, he looks like Just Some Guy, at least until he opens his mouth. He occasionally feigns being mute around others so he can keep the charade of being human up for longer, since his voice sounds truly awful. Depth is paler than Sky with much darker hair and orange-red eyes, but is otherwise identical. He doesn't mind that, and chooses to play it up a bit with very similar clothes, too. His tunic is rust-colored, opposite Sky’s spring green, and his chainmail is pointed and jagged on the ends instead of smooth. He wears a purple sash with more angular designs and lines, which matches the purple charm that keeps his cape on. 

Depth’s sailcloth is both a source of pride and a sore spot. He made it to contrast Sky’s, dark and tattered, but one of his very secret desires is to get one as beautiful as Sky’s, made by Sun, maybe dark, but functional and lovely and a reminder of her. 

See, Depth doesn't understand Sun—he doesn't actually know her, though he has memories from Sky. He wants her to be a damsel in distress that he can rescue, he dreams of her choosing him over his Light, but he doesn't realize that she won't. He loves his idea of her. While Depth follows [insert LU bad guy here]’s directives, he makes his own plans and he has his own agendas, and many of those plans aid him, in some way, to win Sun’s affection. 

However, as Depth has been growing into the leader role, he's starting to become attached to the other Darks. He's annoyed by them, but his plans have started to expand to benefit them in a way that doesn't necessarily benefit him, too. He might have a little altruism in him, after all. 

Despite that, unfortunately, Depth remains someone who would not save the world, but someone who intends to damn it over and over again. He doesn't flinch at the thought of Demise’s curse, in fact, he would welcome it. He likes the idea of having a purpose and a destiny. He wants to coddle the few people he cares about and would set everything on fire to do it. He says he loves Sun more than Sky ever could, but he would lock her away to keep her "safe."

Depth is the de facto leader of the group, since he's driven and has ambition. He has a very strict idea of what the other Darks should be doing and gets upset when they don't do it. He hates being touched and is ruthlessly practical. Once, when Nothing was being particularly annoying and tried to steal Depth’s sailcloth, Depth broke at least one of Nothing's fingers. He hasn't gotten close to injuring someone like that again, due to equal parts nobody bothering him like that again and him trying to be a little gentler. He doesn't hesitate to threaten injury to keep order, though. 

Depth knows about Ghirahim as a sword, and wants to wield it, but is under the impression that he needs to prove himself worthy first. (Whether or not [LU bad guy] actually intends to let him use it is a different story.) Depth is one of the more skilled sword fighters among the Darks, remembering formal training, but his sword isn't anything special. In a fight with Sky, they would be evenly matched if it weren't for Sky’s ability to use a Skyward Strike, and Depth's inability to block that much light. 

Depth’s special ability is his voice. In a mundane way, the others try to not make him use it, because it's almost painful to hear. In a magical way, Depth’s voice carries over long distances. When he sings, he can summon creatures like bats, crows, rats, and snakes, and they'll listen to him for a time. When he screams, his voice is a magical, short-range wave of destruction. Yes, he's an evil Disney Princess. Depth doesn't feel any strong affinity for the animals he attracts, but he doesn't let Dire or anyone else hurt them, and he doesn't send them to their deaths. He mostly uses them as spies and distractions. 

Depth is one of the more dangerous members of the Dark Chain—not because he’s physically imposing or particularly powerful, but because he can see beyond the next mission and is determined to ruin the Lights once and for all. He's one of those who would happily kill his Light—but only after Depth shows him how he has lost everything dear to him. 

[konigsblog]

I love your writing sm!!! After reading a lot of the stuff I was wondering how yan! Soap, ghost, and König (you can choose which ones!) they met their darling and later took them

thank you smm!! im currently writting this on my tablet help btw

yandere könig, soap and ghost first meeting their darling and how the kidnapped them

warnings: yandere behaviour, obsessive behaviour, kidnapping, possessive behaviour, guilt tripping, stalking: i do not condone any behaviour or actions that i write about, all of this is fiction.

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simon ghost riley

it was your first day. you stepped into the commons room and there sat the bulky man. broad shoulders and a muscular build, something most people would say is ideal. you introduced yourself, your bright and innocent personality didn't match with your job. no one could look at you say you looked like the person to kill someone, simon on other hand, his eyes had deep evil behind them and mixed with his body, most would say he seems like the person to kill someone.

"hey, my name is [name]!" proudly, you said. he was confused. this didn't seem like the place for you, and neither did everyone else. "hey kid, wrong place. you don't belong here." a voice chirped, people snickered at the comment. your smile dropped.

"quiet." he demanded, thats when you really noticed him. he stuck up for you even though be felt the same. this didn't mean that his thoughts changed. anything you did to prove yourself that you weren't that innocent only made you seem more sweeter.

over time, ghost kept his eyes on you. burning through your skull and watching every move you made. you could be killing someone, a bullet through their heart and blood splattered on your gear yet he always thought this wasn't right, not for you.

perhaps you didn't notice, but he scratched out a plan. make you seem bad at your job, and kidnap you. simple as that.

ghost walked into prices office, his boots thumped against the ground as the door creaked shut. his voice began, "price, this isn't right. a couple days ago, [name] proved herself to me, she isn't right for this job..." his voice cut off, seeming to get quieter.

you didn't realise it completely, maybe assuming that what people had overheard was just a rumour or misheard. but, when you walked into the office, your heart broke. it was true, you were leaving. you sighed, walking back to your room. he didn't want to hear your side of the story, he trusted simon too much.

"what's up doll?" that voice, anyone could recognise the gruff, and rough voice. "simon, fuck off." you demanded back at him, you didn't turn around. keeping your head over your suitcase, packing it fast. the longer you stayed, the longer it would hurt.

frustration blinded you, as he began again. "don't. im doing you a favour." your ears perked and your eyes widened, your once sweetened cheerful personality had been replaced with something that now seemed right. aggressive, just like your once job. "you know fine well that im good at my job, your angry because you know that im better at taking people out with skill than you are. you can't stand the idea of someone being better than you, you're a completely bullshit person. i hope this happens to you, maybe then you'll see what its like to lose your job to a complete utter lie." you kept your eyes forward at him, a finger pointing against his chest as you backed him up to a wall.

his hand went for your throat, a cloth was pulled from his pocket, the scent off it. medical is what it was. quickly, you had fainted into his arms. and now he knew that his plan was going completely right.

the drive was quiet. maybe it was because you were passed out and he was always just quiet, but it was more uncomfortable. although it was just him awake, the sense of you being by him made everything eerie. he missed your annoying and sweet personality. your voice that sounded like it had been downed in sugar. nothing like his bitter and completely dark voice.

but, what did that matter? throughout the time you had been with the task force, you had proven to him that you were made for him. maybe you skills were good, but what mattered most to him was the fact that you would fix his heart. his bitter cold heart with your sweet and loving one. you were now his.

john soap mactavish

classmates was what you once were. never friends,just classmates. from primary one to s6, he had got himself addicted to you. the sound of your voice while talking to your friends, your laugh that could brighten anyones day, and that you were too shy to say anything.

after highschool, you had kept in touch with most of your classmates. your friends and some that you liked. john was one of them.

on his leave, he watched you. figuring out your address, and then watching you every night, every day, every hour, every minute. at some point he just moved in across the street, buying a pair of binoculars and watching you sleep. maybe coming up to your window, taking pictures.

it got too far when he walked into your house. his feet creaked against the wooden rough floor. your door squeaked open, he loomed over you. what woke you was the sound of the camera shuttering. something he forgot to turn off.

youe eyelids fluttered open, he panicked. punching you in the cheek. now he had to think fast, he let his obsession get too far. this was all him.

a few times you woke up, only to be smacked to sleep. he carried you out your home, through the road to his house. no neighbours really cared that much, or at all. they wouldn't notice nor care if you had gone missing. maybe they'd be happy, your music blaring through to their windows made your immediate neighbours roll their eyes as the put their fingers in their ears.

your head rested in his lap, his hands stuck in your hair. for the forth time, you woke. this time he let you wake up, you shoke underneath him. "john..?" you whispered. "you don't even know what you do to me."

könig

again, like ghost, you had joined kortac. there were no similarities between you and the giant. height? he was taller? personality? you were bubbly and cheerful, he was quiet and avoided eye contact at all costs.

when you walked into the building, most people looked at you, then their friend and whispering something. this was because of your seemingly sweet personality, which was then how you got the call sign, "sweetheart".

but realistically, you didn't care. most people knew you didn't care about what others really thought about you, "whats wrong with being sweet?" "its because you don't match your job." könig spoke.

it wasn't often you spoke to könig, you differences made it so that you two never could relate. but, opposites attract, right?

atleast that was what könig thought, you could make him the happiest man in earth. but, how could he make you love him? you'd never spoke outside of missions and just breif questions, it was too late to become your friend. you'd been here a while.

he landed on the idea of kidnapping, somehow. he was genuinely a bit delusional. and embarrassing, he shook with anger and hit himself when he got something wrong. which linked up to embarrassing moments when he was trying to sleep.

he was short tempered, and possessive. his possessiveness got the better of him. no-one would suspect it, one day while on mission he'd drug you, leave you in a bush and later when searching he'd lock you into his car. it matched up to the time, last mission before leave.

and somehow, through his embarrassingly short tempered and shakey behaviour, he made it work. you were in the back of his car, the boot.

he took you home, with him was where you belonged. and with you was were he belonged. nothing could stop him, because again, opposites attract... right?

[ada7201]

ADA ADA ADA <3 pooks i feel so needy asking for one thing after the other but this is the anon that requested ver 2 reader! <3 blud you write so GOOD??? inlove w your writing ong? i read your unohana! reader piece and it was mwah mwah. i was wondering if you could make ver 2 reader, like, who trashtalks people on field and after match-- but is the nicest thing before match? and honestly. she doesn't feel that bad ab it because she feels people in blue lock rlly need a reality check, like her-- she had received so much criticism from her old teammates just bc she was a female footballer. and imagine, a womens football team (elite) offering reader to join their team since she obv cant join mens football team that plays professionally? and rin being a bit disappointed but he gets it bc thats just the way it is? you can do this next time if you want obv!! your writing pooks >> feel free to ignore if u want <3

hiiii ♡♡! i love this idea so muchhh (≧∀≦) here you go, and i apologise if it’s not mean enough 🥲 also, i got a bit carried away and made it a rin x reader story. sorry! oh, and you’re not needy at all! i really appreciate all your requests :)

foul mouth!

Itoshi Rin x female reader

warnings:

swearing! lot’s of it!

“good luck!” you cheer to the opposing team, a sweet smile on your pretty face as you wave.

the rest of your team were strategising with each other, mumbling about being the “best striker” as you were simply wishing everybody the best.

you have always been sweet to everyone at blue lock, kindly telling them that you hopes the match is a good one.

“she’s too much of a princess, no way her and that lame team could beat us!” the opposing team would whisper to each other, looking over to your smiling face.

pfft, you, a striker? no way!

that’s what they thought.

“the fuck do you think you’re doing?! get out of my way!” you’d shout, voice bouncing off of the room’s walls.

“you can’t even fucking score?! what’s up with you!” you scream at a teammate, eyes completely shaded with ego as you shot glares to whoever dared to speak back to you.

“you really think you can take it from me?” you grin, before your foot slammed down against the ball, passing it over to Rin.

he was the only player you refrained from shouting insults at.

it was just hard to find things to insult him for, you know?

“i said fucking move!” you bark, shoulder almost slamming into the player as you bolt past them.

it was shocking, really. the way your tone could go from sugary and sweet to fucking evil.

“that was mine!” you scream, shooting another glare to your teammate before running after the ball.

you were a good player, but the things that spilled out of your mouth were absolutely vile!

“you can’t even fucking score?!” you exclaim, eyes wide as you gritted your teeth.

“why are you so stubborn?! it’s not that hard to just-!” you’re able to take the ball from the player, who in your opinion had a strangely shaped face.

“try and beat that, toad!” you poke your tongue out, before your foot crashed down against the ball and you scored, once again.

“toad?” the poor player would repeat, hands on his face. did he really look like a… toad?

team _ wins! 12 - 1!

Rin couldn’t help but smile, you sure were quite an interesting character.

“y/n.” Ego’s dark voice called out from a speaker. “lock off.” he announced.

your eyes went wide - along with the rest of your team.

“WHAT?!” you shout, still feeling the adrenaline from your match. “watch your fucking mouth you bug eyed—“

“you’ve just had an offer to join the woman’s soccer team of japan. i accepted it on your behalf.” he clarifies, scoffing afterwards. “and you, should really watch your fucking mouth.”

“what—?” you say, freezing. it was all too much to take in, you’re locked off… but you got -

“yay!” you shout, excitedly smiling. “i got invited to play… to play on the woman’s team?!” you grin.

the rest of the day went by pretty fast, with a bunch of paperwork and you packing your bags.

Rin should be happy for you, you’re finally able to play with the team that you deserve.

so why are his eyes watering as he watches you pack up and get ready to leave?

“Rin?” you ask, looking up at the man in front of you. “Rin? are you okay?” you quickly stand up, watching the way a tear slipped from his eye.

“i’m - fine.” he says, quickly wiping at his eyes. “i wish you the best, y/n.” he would add.

why was his lip quivering? and why was he…

“are you crying?” you ask, your voice gentle, as it always is with Rin.

he shakes his head.

he kept his eyes focused on anything other than you - wow, did that wall get cleaned last night?

“aw, Rin.” you coo, arms wrapping around his neck as you pull him in for a hug. “it’s okay, i’d miss me too.” you tease, only for him to respond with a huff.

however, he still returned the hug. his arms snaked around your waist tightly.

“don’t forget about me, okay?” he says, voice softer than usual. “you have my number.” he adds.

you nod. “i won’t forget about you.”

“oh, but one thing.” he pulls away from the hug, sharp eyes staring you down. “you should really work on that mouth of yours—“

he was cut off by a kiss.

“the same mouth that just kissed you?” you ask after pulling away, a grin on your face.

“…i’m washing my face after this.”

“excuse me?!”

“kidding.”

[bvtbxtch]

When It's Cold I'd Like to Die | Eddie Munson

Day Four of Kinktober

Summary: The only way that Eddie feels he can get you out of the Upside Down safely is to sacrifice himself; but he forgot how stubborn you are.

wc: ~2.3k

Pairings: Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Warnings: angst on top of angst, talks of death and dying, pain/gore, blood and bleeding, friends to lovers, watching someone die, unconciousness, use oh Y/N. this story has no smut but my blog is 18+ so MDNI!!!

Kinktober is in collaboration with my lovely pal @darknesseddiem. Please make sure to stay tuned at the end of the month for their prompts!!

The cold of this Hawkins was much more bone chilling than one would expect in early May in Indiana, but this was not your Hawkins. These were your friends, but not your house, nor Eddie’s trailer, and these vines are definitely not native to Hawkins. You had a well constructed plan. You, Dustin and Eddie lured demobats away from Vecna’s lair so Robin, Steve and Nancy could take him down. There were backup plans for backup plans. You had all promised each other that your lives mattered more. Your best friend in the whole world had always reminded you that there was no shame in running. 

He was the one that grabbed your hand and pulled you away from bullies trying to steal your wallet and break your new DnD figurines freshman year. He had told you to run from Hopper when he had found the two of you smoking in the abandoned creel house two weeks before graduation, long before you knew the structure would be part of your demise.

You took shelter in Eddie’s trailer adorned with sheets of metal and an ominous hole in the roof. The air was thick with spores and must. Things seemed just like you remembered them, but dark and twisted. You could feel the acid in your stomach threatening to spill over. Your job was simple, because you did the same things in the real world: you were to set up Eddie’s amps and speakers to make sure you could get the loudest gain possible. Your proficiency in the AV club in junior high, as well as your involvement in Hellfire garnered you the title of Corroded Coffin’s very own roadie (not that you went anywhere but the Hideout, but you were all hopeful). You grounded your cables, plugged in your amps and were ready to hand Eddie the connection over to his sweetheart. 

-

Since you had arrived in the upside down a couple hours ago, everything in your body had been screaming that something was wrong, that something bad was going to happen. You hated how at home you felt in the eerie trailer. This wasn’t your home. This wasn’t Eddie’s home. This was home to monsters and evil, but something in your brain told you this is where you would stay. You couldn’t help but be snapped out of this unease by Eddie’s childlike excitement at his guitar that laid pristinely on his mirror. He was right, it did seem like she was destined to be here. He slung his guitar over his head and bound to the roof in excitement, you and Dustin hastily in tow.

-

You tightened his headband over his luscious waves and looked deeply into his eyes. He peered back at you, his gaze of determination and excitement matched your unreadable stare. You studied him carefully. 

“It’s going to be okay. I promise.” Eddie spoke into your hair as he pulled you in for a tight hug. He sealed his words with a kiss, as if it was to plant that thought into your brain.

“Okay, but you need to promise me that when we tell you to pull the plug that you do. This is life or death Eddie.” He winced at you using his name. It was never Eddie, only Teddy or Eds… he even preferred it when you called him an asshole rather than his real name. He knew you meant business. His face drained of the excitement and mirrored your unease.

“Nothing’s gonna happen. We have a plan, sweetheart.” He grabbed your shoulders and looked you in the eyes. He was making a promise. A vow. Definitely not the kind of vow you were hoping for from your best friend…

-

It was difficult to admit your feelings for Eddie. He always seemed untouchable, like he was meant for something greater than you. You suppressed them, hoping that your heart would suffice with Eddie being your best friend. You were stubborn and unwilling to threaten the best friendship you would likely ever have.

-

The guitar was plugged in and the pick around his neck ripped off. You looked to Dustin who signaled to the other party through the walkie talkies you had. You cranked the volume on the amp and gave Eddie a curt nod. He blew you a small kiss and a thumbs up before strumming a booming chord on the guitar. His fingers moved expertly as he riffed through Master of Puppets like he was the one that wrote it. He was in his element. Tears flowed freely from your eyes as you stared in awe. This was his rockstar moment. Here is where he got to shine. The sense of dread pinged your heart again, you feared this would be his only time to show off his talents, or that they would be saved only for an audience of demobats. Your eyes were ripped from the mophead thrashing to the reddened sky. What looked like clouds were breaking into small clusters of wings. Thunder accompanied the paranormal screeches of monsters heading straight for you.

“Eddie….” You yelled. Dustin held onto your shoulder.

“Hold on, he’s got a bit more time. 30 Second, Eddie!” your rockstar looked over to the two of you with a nod. The cloud of bats trudged closer and closer. You could feel your heartbeat in your throat and you looked to Dustin.

“They’re too close. He’s gonna get caught up here. Dustin we need to go.”

“If he stops too soon they’re just gonna go back to Creel house! We need them to stay here! Let him go!” Dustin snapped. You bit your nails as you watched your best friend play the song that just a week ago he was sitting in his room learning while you read Eddie’s copy of Lord of the Rings. You sob quietly as your head flips from the metalhead to the impending doom in the sky. They were mere meters away from being able to swoop in and grab you. You pulled the chord connecting your speaker to Eddie’s guitar with a scream.

“Let’s go, Eddie! NOW.” The boy looked at you in desperate confusion as you ran at him and grabbed his hand. The three of you launched yourself off the roof of the trailer and to the caged front door. Eddie slammed and barred the door behind him. The three of you stood silently as you listened to the bats pelt the roof of the trailer. You let out a sigh of small relief as the two boys jumped and cheered. You celebrated too soon, as you look up to the ceiling and see a bat wriggling through the fan vent.

“Eddie!” The boy looked up to where you were pointing and thrust his shield into the gap. You ran to the back room of the trailer to see a swarm of demobats squeezing themselves through another hole they had created from the fan in Eddie’s room. You slammed the door shut with a gasp. You looked back to the boys, expression grim and face pale. 

“Time to go. We can’t hold them from both rooms.” Eddie and Dustin nodded. You both helped Dustin out of the portal in the trailer’s ceiling. Eddie looked at you, ready to help you up.

“What the fuck are you doing?” you pushed him away. “Get up the rope, Eddie. Let’s go.”

“I’m not going to leave you here for a second. You go and take care of Dustin, I gotta hold these fuckers off.” The boy took another step towards you in an attempt to lift you to the rope.

“Are you insane? That’s not part of the plan! We all go through the portal and we seal it from the other end. That’s what we agreed on. You promised! You said you wouldn’t leave me and we would stay together so either you go up or we both stay.” You yelled with a shove. You couldn’t help but sob at the boy. This is what you were afraid of. Your plan was quickly dissolving into nothingness for you. But you could get Eddie out. 

“Jesus Christ I am not letting you stay!”

“Why Eddie?”

“Because I love you okay? I am in love with you! And we don’t have time and I am not going to let anything happen to you. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself.” the boy cried. “So please, tell me you love me and get up the rope and hopefully this isn’t the last time we see each other.” Eddie grabbed your face and looked into your eyes, desperate for you to listen. You pressed your lips to his and pulled away from him. You could hear the wooden door cracking behind you. You were out of time. 

You pushed Eddie to the ground and ran through the front door, screaming as loudly as you possibly could with the little amount of air you could breathe. You ran as fast as your legs could carry you. You unsheathed the makeshift spear you had made before your assault and turned when you got to the edge of the trailer park. This would give Eddie and the others enough time to get to safety. Your body was stiff from shock and your brain could barely comprehend what you were seeing in front of you, but you were ready. If this meant that you could keep your party safe, you weren’t afraid to die. 

There was a cacophony of flapping wings and shrieks as the demobats tornadoes around you. You desperately poked at whatever body parts you could. You swung desperately through the cloud in front of you. Suddenly, you were on your back, your head spinning from the hard hit of the concrete. You kicked and swung your spear as frantically as you could, but you were no match for the fifty or sixty odd monsters on top of you. Your first ear splitting scream split the flapping of wings when one of the bats swiped their talons through your abdomen. Bat tails had restrained your arms and legs and you were helpless. You closed your eyes and hoped that things would move quickly from this moment on. You felt the heat of blood pooling out of your stomach as more bats attached to nibble on your sides. Your vision went blurry when you felt another tail wrap tightly around your throat and pull. You tried your best to scream, to try and let some of the pain escape your body, but it was no use. You rasped a sob as more blood and flesh left your weak body. You wanted your Eddie. You wanted to be on his couch watching a movie. You wanted this to be a nightmare that you were going to wake up from any moment and to be comforted by your best friend. You let the sobs flow as freely as they could as darkness engulfed your vision. 

What seemed like hours later, your eyes were flung open by shrill screams of demobat death and heat on your face. You could hear familiar screams but were too weak to move any part of your body. You could feel demo tails around your extremities but they were no longer squeezing you. You could smell burning flesh. All around you, but it wasn’t your own from what you could tell.

You felt a thud next to you and your eyes widened in relief when you saw Eddie kneeled beside you. He picked you up by your shoulders and laid you in his lap. His sobs were uncontrollable. You reached your blood covered hand to his face. Was he real or was this heaven? You had never been so happy to see him. He began frantically, but gently wiping at your face, you were sure it was stained with blood. Breathing was becoming a struggle again and you had to make peace with this being the last time you might ever see Eddie again.

You reached up to touch his face, also adorned with scrapes and bruises. 

“Wh-what happened?” You croaked.

“You’re a pain in the ass and got yourself fucked up.” Eddie sniffles “but we found fire. Fire is what hurts them.” 

“Eddie it hurts.” you cry, tears now freely flowing down your face. “I don’t want this to be the last time I get to look at your face.” Eddie frantically shook his head at you.

“No… no no no this isn’t going to be the last time. I made you a promise you just need to promise me you’re gonna hold on a bit longer okay? Dustin is on the way with help we’re gonna get you out of here.” You cried as you shook your head.

“Did you know that I’ve been in love with you since freshman year?” you giggled weakly. “I’ve been in love with you since I met you, Teddy.” Your pet name made his heart soar. 

“I want you to tell me all about it when you’re safe and home. Please, Y/N. Hold on for me please. We have so much left to do. You can’t leave me yet.” Eddie’s tears dropped onto your face and you felt ease. As much as you didn’t want to leave him, your eyes were getting heavy. You were so tired and everything hurt. 

“I wanna keep my promise, Eddie… But I’m so tired.”

“You have to stay awake, sweetheart. We’re gonna get you help okay? And once you’re all better I’m gonna take you out on a date because that’s what you deserve okay? Think about our date and just hold on okay?” You couldn’t help your eyes from fluttering open and closed. Eddie lightly tapped on your cheeks to keep you conscious but his efforts were slowly becoming moot. 

“Tell me about our date, Eddie. Let me go to something sweet so I’ll have it to think about forever.”

“No, Y/N I’m gonna show you instead. Please don’t leave me. Please. I’ll go instead but you gotta stay with me please.”

The last thing you remember before you were plunged into darkness were Eddie’s lips on yours again, accompanied by his wet sobs decorating streaks of tears onto your face.

Then there was nothing.

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[thanotaphobia]

sweet tea

team soulfire has my entire heart rn btw. they deserve to win!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

CROSSPOSTED TO AO3

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There is very little comfort in this place.

The water is icy cold, the kind of cold that steals your breath away and forces you to hyperventilate and drags you down with claws. This kind of water feels heavier than it should, like it’s trying to kill you, like it’s malicious. The cold. The darkness. It feels like a trap. On Quesadilla Island, at least, the water had been warm.

Missa can remember it, remembers skimming his hand over the top of the ocean as he’d sat in a motorboat beside Phil and talked and laughed. The water hadn’t seemed scary then. It had been a comforting presence. Maybe it’s a bad thing he’s pining to be back on the beach on Quesadilla Island, because fuck knows it wasn’t a good place.

But it was better than purgatory.

Missa is sitting on the beach with his knees to his chest, staring out at the water and thinking. He knows he should be doing something better with his time– gathering resources, making armor and weapons, building a base. But it’s easier to just sit here in silence, eyes fixed on the horizon without really seeing it. Nobody will notice him, nobody will kill him and send him back to the rocks and snow. 

The cold bites at the tips of his ears and his fingers, even as he curls tighter against the wind. The ice breaks against the shore with each pulsing wave, shards of it being pushed up the beach and settling in the sand. He watches it happen over and over, some of the ice being pulled back out to sea, other bits left abandoned in the surf. Occasionally, out in the distance where the waves aren’t as prevalent, some kind of eldritch horror breaches the surface, exhaling mist or flashing its teeth before disappearing again into the depths.

Missa doesn’t think he likes boats much, anymore.

Above him, the night sky is studded full of stars. When he drags his gaze to it, some of them wink in and out at him, as though communicating through morse code. He thinks someone could translate, but certainly not him. He’s not smart enough.

He’s not much of anything these days. Missa’s brain supplies him with the image of himself, frozen on the beach in the same position he’s sitting now. Icicles dripping from his hair, eyes a pale blue, empty as they stare into the nothingness. No one would even notice if he froze out here, would they? Would the cold kill him? Or would the dehydration and hunger get to him first? He’s never felt thirsty like he has in this place– it’s almost desperate, the way they guzzle down water. But the water is evil. He can tell just from the wine-dark waves.

And then out of the darkness, a voice.

“Missa? Are you dead?”

Hm. Missa stretches his stiff fingers out, then clenches them again by his knees.

“No,” he decides, even though his joints creak in protest. 

“Oh, good. Wow, it’s cold out here,” Tina says, moving to sit beside him in the sand. Her hair whips in the wind, long and dark, and Missa looks over at her face. She’s pale, matching the moon, eyes two dark slivers that he can barely make out as she squints against the salty gusts. 

“Yeah,” Missa says. Without looking at him, Tina fumbles with a strap over her shoulder, bringing a thermos around her front. She unscrews the lid, the metal clinking softly above the sound of the waves and the wind. When she pours the tea into the lid, the steam billows up into the sky, and Missa thinks of the creatures in the ocean.

Then she holds it out to him.

“Oh,” he says, staring at the cup. She smiles at him, lips curving up gently, and he doesn’t want her to feel bad so he reaches out and takes it.

The metal lid is warm, hot even, and against his cold skin it feels like it’s burning. He nearly drops the cup but he knows their food supply is limited at best, so stubbornly hangs onto it and passes it from hand to hand until his fingers have regained some of their mobility. Then he cups it between the two, the steam shifting up into his face now. It smells earthy, and kind of sweet.

“Is there sugar?” Missa asks, a little surprised.

“Nope,” Tina says, tucking her own fingers around the rest of the thermos, which is also steaming slightly. She smiles. “Tubbo found a beehive!”

“Honey,” Missa says with a little bit of wonder in his voice. He hadn’t even known there were bees here. He blows across the top of it, then takes a careful sip– and it is sweet, in a way, the bitter taste of the tea undercut by a current of sweetness. “Wow.”

“It’s good, right?” Tina says, beaming as she takes a small sip out of the body of the thermos. Missa carefully takes another sip. It’s warm, almost uncomfortably so, and he can feel it as it travels all the way down and pools in his stomach.

“Yeah,” he says, marveling at the warmth. Then he abruptly remembers his manners and stutters out– “Thank you.”

“Of course!” Tina’s face is soft, nonjudgmental. “When I couldn’t find you at the base, I kinda got worried. There are dangerous things out there.”

“Yeah,” Missa says, glancing back out at the ocean. It seems a little more distant now, the waves less malicious. “I was just thinking, I guess.”

“About?” Tina asks. She raises the thermos to her lips and when he looks back at her, she raises a perfectly pointed brow over the rim.

“Um.” Missa thinks back, and finds he can’t actually remember what he was thinking about, if anything at all. “Actually, I don’t know.”

“Honestly me neither,” Tina says, and something about her cheerful tone and presence is already making him loosen up. He sips the tea and savors it now, rolling the flavors around on his tongue. It warms him from his very core, wetting his mouth and making him feel full. “My mind feels like it’s been going crazy these past couple of days, like, boom! Bang! Thinking all the time. It’s like we’re all going nuts!” 

Missa has a little bit of a hard time keeping up, his brain lagging a little as she speaks and gestures with one hand, but her enthusiasm is hard to ignore. The beach seems a little brighter, the stars more stable in their places in the sky. He smiles back at her as her words register.

“I know,” he says. “But at least we have it pretty good, right? Like, with the tea.”

“Yeah!” Tina says, giggling a little. “I’m starting to get tired of it, man. It’s so smart but I feel like it’s all I can taste. I even drink it in my dreams now.”

“I wish I could dream,” Missa says, taking another sip of the thermos lid. The honey bites through again, and he presses his tongue to the top of his mouth and closes his eyes. “What do you dream about?”

“Other than tea?” Tina asks. Missa glances over, opening his eyes to watch her as she purses her lips to think. She draws her knees up closer to her, tucks her chin against her legs and closes her eyes after a second, as though trying to picture the space in her own mind. “Lots of things. Capybaras.” Missa snorts a laugh, and Tina smiles. “The sun, but like, when it’s not evil. Home. Bagi.” She says the two last words as though they’re the same thing, and Missa doesn’t doubt it’s what she means.

“I dream about home too,” Missa says. Tina opens her eyes, looking at him. Her hair whips across her face and nearly gets in Missa’s mouth too, and they both giggle as she tries in vain to tame it back. Eventually she manages to tuck it behind her ears.

“The wall?” she asks, drawing back to their conversation.

“No,” Missa says. “Philza.”

“Right,” Tina says. She moves to elbow him, wiggling her eyebrows up and down. “Your husband.”

Missa smiles and tucks his chin over the cup of tea he has, hiding his smile in the drink. The honey on his tongue tastes extra sweet when he says, “Yeah, husband.”

“You’re so lucky,” Tina says, sighing a little dramatically. “You two were together from the very start. Bagi and I have been circling each other for weeks, it’s been so looooong. I wish I could get the courage to just… y’know?”

“I know,” Missa says. He understands what she’s feeling intimately. “Why not just tell her?”

“She knows!” Tina says. “That’s the thing! We both know, we just don’t freaking say anything and when we do it’s all messy and stupid but you and Phil are just so…” She sighs. “So perfect.”

That makes Missa laugh. Truly laugh, laugh to the point of hiding his face in his elbow. Him and Phil, perfect. Yeah right. He wants to say as much, but bites his tongue instead and looks out over the water. He hasn’t seen Phil since they argued– and he doesn’t know if he wants to or not. 

“Have you seen Bagi?” he asks. “Since… we got here?”

“Not really,” Tina says. “I’ve been staying close to home base. But we’ve talked. We’re not going to kill each other.” She sounds determined– looks it, too. Missa smiles at her and rests his cheek on his knee, pressing the warm cup to his temple. He wishes he could say the same about Phil, but these days, he’s never one hundred percent sure. Tina is watching him, and her voice is gentler when she says, “Do you want some more tea?”

Missa looks down with mild surprise to find his cup mostly empty. Wordlessly he nods, holding it out as Tina carefully refills it with more tea. He takes another sip, and Tina lets out a sigh. Across the water, the very first dregs of sunlight start to peek up, the deep indigo sky lightening shade by shade as the curtain of night crawls upwards. Tina lets out another sigh, then huffs and sits up a little straighter.

“Welp!” she says. “Do you want to go back? I think I’m going to try and make something that isn’t tea to eat.” Missa wiggles his toes in the sand and is surprised to find them warm and not dead by frostbite. It’s like the tea has wormed its way into his veins– actually, considering how much he’s been drinking it, he wouldn’t be surprised if all his blood had been replaced with it. 

“Sure,” Missa says, and Tina smiles as he downs the cup of tea he has, then hands the lid back to her. She caps the thermos swiftly and stands, holding a hand out. He doesn’t need to, but he takes it anyway. “Thanks, Tina.”

“Hey, we have each other's back,” she says, letting go of his hand to shoot finger guns at him. Missa giggles and she does too, their laughter mixing above their heads. 

As they make their way down the beach, the sun finally breaks over the horizon. Missa doesn’t bother to turn back to the water and watch.

[ranchycowgirllover]

Alright so I made a Stella Re-Design, this post ‘ill be kinda long cuz I wanna explain things and such

My main problems with this design are 1- Details that are unneeded that lead to inconvenience in the animation department (like seriously watch scenes with her and focus on her lashes) 2- This outfit isn’t very regal, I’m guessing the bottom of the dress is supposed to resemble feathers idk it just doesn’t look good.

Alright so we have that out of the way, I have made a few different possible re designs. You’ll see the one I prefer at the end.

This one I tried to keep more in line with the original pink princess theme. Simplified the dress and hair (I imagine that her hair can fluff up when she’s angry) and I replaced the dark purple with a maroon. I also made her hair white. This way the only purple is her make up which should cause you to look at her face more.

This one is a more evil Queen inspired Stella, used the purple as a main dress color, I gave her green/blue eyes and grey hair which she had in the pilot. The eyes are help tell her apart from her husband, and the hair change is to make her look older and more regal. I changed the style of dress now she looks less little girl costume princess. (No hate to princess peach)

This is a younger Stella design that I did. My canon is that she was dressed this way as to appeal more to Stolas.

Now this is the final design that I chose. The purple is for royalty, I did away with the dark purple as to make her look less threatening. And the dress is rococo era inspired just because I those dresses no real reason

I also did a design for her brother.

His changes were simplify his outfit, and the other stuff like his hair were changed to match his redesigned sister

Alright so that’s all the art. The rest of the this is just going to be me ranting and raving about her character.

Okay so I think we should acknowledge how fucked Stella’s situation is. She’s in an arranged marriage and her only purpose in hells society was to give birth to an heir.

Stolas and her brother are shown to have magic powers, and Stolas we know he has princely duty’s so we can assume the same for her brother. Stella doesn’t have any of these she was meant to be a baby a maker. Even her name Stella compliments Stolas’s role as star prince or whatever.

Now in the first episode of season 2 we have Stella making fun of her husband how he’s bad in bed and how she’s glad she doesn’t have to fuck him because she’s given birth. I think this is Viv’s attempt at making this situation seem less fucked up.

I don’t even know it just makes me really uncomfortable that this very feminine woman in a shitty situation is being vilified. Like if I was in Stella’s situation I’d probably have anger issues too. I’m just so tired of being told that feminine outrage and displays of anger make us monstrous bitches.

Now obviously Stolas being forced into a loveless marriage also sucks and is an awful situation for him too. But he’s not that much better than Stella. Both are shown to be physically abusive to the castle staff, and Stella for all her faults isn’t black mailing someone into sex.

Now having two shitty people wouldn’t bother me if the narrative didn’t bend over backwards to make Stolas seem like such good guy, just an uwu gay bean. His wife is SO mean she won’t let the gay people be happy 🥺. Also painting abusers as cartoonishly evil monsters does a disservice to people who have been abused is all I’m saying.

Anyways I’ll hopefully have a Stolas Redesign up next

Bye now

[halsins-herbal-underpants]

A helping hand ~

A silly little piece I couldn't stop thinking about and have been trying to write since the first new kiss animation was revealed (every time it turned into a different piece, but at least now I have five half-started fics to go) -- just in time for Valentine's! I hope you enjoy (excuse any bad formatting, I haven't been on here since 2018 :'> ) This might actually be the only wholly and completely SFW thing I've ever written, so enjoy some silly fluff!

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"Shadowheart, darling, I know you're not one inclined towards the physical, but do you think you could, by any chance, possibly, when you get a moment -- lift your blasted arms a fraction of an inch???"

Shadowheart muttered in irritation, wishing just then she hadn't rejected her former Dark Lady Shar, because cramming her spear up Astarion's backside would be so much easier to justify if she were still evil.

"Did you dine on an owlbear earlier, Astarion?" she groaned, her arms currently supporting the vampire's previously mentioned rear, propping him up in his awkward midair position. "It's like trying to lift a thirty stone sack of particularly annoying bricks!"

"Are you saying my best feature is misshapen and lumpy?!" the vampire hissed like an offended cat.

Shadowheart snorted and shifted her feet to plant them more easily and hefted. Astarion rose another couple of inches.

"My heart, forgive me, but…is this really necessary?" Halsin interjected, his expression a cross between amused and perplexed. "I could simply come down to you, could I not? It seems like that might be much easier for all concerned…"

"That's what I'm saying!" Shadowheart huffed and Astarion looked down at her with a ruby-toned glare.

"Hush you! And Halsin, dearest, that's not the point…"

"Ah, you…may have to remind me, my starlight," Halsin said with a little chuckle. "I'm still somewhat unclear on just what is the point."

Astarion sighed deeply and shifted so he could more easily perch on the cleric and explain. He ignored her offended squawk as he sat gingerly on her shoulder.

"Simple, dear druid -- it's the principle of the matter. If I am to properly reciprocate your earlier…" He trailed off and cleared his throat. "Ahem. Action," he said vaguely, trying to ignore the blush that warned his cheeks slightly at the memory, "then the feeling it evokes must be equal, shouldn't it? It should match it in meaning and form." He finished, as if that explained everything.

"Ah.” It explained nothing. “Then why don't I simply bring forth a tangle of vines from nature's bosom? I could shape it like a small stepping st--"

"No!" Astarion cut him off, frowning. "That would ruin the whole mood! Really darling, I know how to set a proper scene for this sort of thing, the ambiance! Leave it to the professional." He paused and batted his eyelashes at the druid. "Besides, didn't I make a promise for our exchanges to be less ah -- transactional, as you said?"

"…You did," Halsin replied evenly, trying not to smile at how poorly Astarion was hiding just how flustered Halsin's "action" had made him.

"Then shush and let me give you something of equal thought, for once!" Halsin opened his mouth to again protest that perhaps Astarion was being too worried about the physical equality of the gesture, but the vampire glared at him and hissed.

"Darling, I adore you with the whole of my little black heart, but if you do not shut up and let me work, I shan't kiss you for two tendays.”

Halsin's eyes went wide, mouth snapping closed as he promptly shut up like he'd spent his whole life training for the shutting up Olympics.

Astarion grinned, pleased, and would have patted him on the head, but both of his hands were busy holding on tight to the druid's shoulders. "Good! Now stand still, please."

Halsin stood still. Although he did wince a little, when the heels of Astarion's fancy shoes dug into his knee caps a bit as the vampire propped his feet on them.

"Aw, did you say please all on your own?" Shadowheart said with syrupy sweetness. "Look at you, Astarion, you're so in love."

"Oh shut up, you harpy!" the vampire huffed. "And lift!"

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"…Ah…Karlach…" Gale had just reentered the camp, after a bit of scouting with Tav. Their defacto leader was off haggling with a local shopkeep, so he decided to return to camp and came upon a most…interesting sight.

Or, well. Confusing, really. Confusing and interesting. Confustering.

"Yea?" Karlach was standing off a little way from the tableau, idly chomping on an apple as she watched the drama unfold.

"What is…" Gale paused, unable to think of a way to describe what he was seeing and gave up. "What's going on?"

"Oh! It's simple." She took another bite of her apple, chewing. "When Astarion got back to camp after getting himself some lunch, Halsin welcomed him back with a smooch, and then -- get this -- a cute lil' forehead kiss." She leaned in as if confiding a secret. "It was very sweet."

"Aww," said Gale.

"Yea, so after that adorable gesture, Astarion went all squidgy--"

"I did not go squidgy!" The vampire interrupted, voice aghast with offense. "I have never gone squidgy once in my life! …Or my unlife for that matter."

"Toootally squidgy," Karlach continued.

Gale nodded. Of course, it was only logical. A forehead kiss from Halsin would make him go squidgy, too.

"So he tried to reciprocate, y'know? Give Ol' Bear a cute smooch on his noggin too, but--well," she gestured with the half-eaten apple. "Bit of a jaunt up to that forehead, innit? Gods bless 'im though, Fangs tried. Stretching up, tiptoe, think he even tried to do some chin-ups off those meaty shoulders but -- I mean --" Karlach raised her eyebrows at Gale and held out an arm, flopping it about like a dead fish.

"Rogues aren't generally known for their upper-body strength, true," Gale mused.

"That's enough from the peanut gallery!"

"Astarion!" Shadowheart yelled, her voice a taut string of patience about to snap. "You are sitting on my bloody head."

"Well, what do you expect, with this poor leverage??" Astarion hissed. "I said boost, cleric, not nudge!"

"So…" Gale continued, rubbing his chin thoughtfully as Shadowheart cursed a blue streak most unbecoming of a cleric. Though, considering Dame Aylin, maybe it was fitting for one of Selune…he shook his head, snapping out of his wandering thoughts, and gestured at the trio.

"So that's why Astarion's perched on Halsin like a cat hanging off a particularly attractive curtain?"

“That's why!” Karlach replied cheerfully and finished her apple.

"Astarion, I don't think I can do this much longer," Shadowheart whined, her shoulders and arms aching. "Why couldn't you have asked Karlach?"

"I adore Karlach dearly," Astarion explained. "But even with her recent upgrades, the last thing I could stand are singed pants. These are exclusively tailored, all the way from Waterdeep, you know. No offense Karlach."

"None taken!" the tiefling called back cheerily. "I'm having waaay more fun over here."

"Ugh!" Shadowheart huffed, cheek squished against Astarion's decidedly not lumpy posterior as she readjusted her grip and shoved him upwards, hands under his thighs. The things she did for friendship. And money. "What about Lae'zel? Or Wyll?!"

Karlach grinned, chiming in for Astarion. "Lae'zel said she'd help Fangs if she didn't have to," she counted on her fingers, "touch him, look at him, speak to him or leave her tent. Wyll actually did try to help, but when he tried to boost him up his hand slipped, he accidentally grabbed a handful of vampire booty and, well--"

"I'm so sorry Astarion! It wasn't my intention at all!" Wyll cried out from behind his tent flap.

"For the last time Wyll -- it's fine! Stop apologizing!" Astarion called back. "I might have actually liked it, in fact." He then sighed deeply, sagging a little as he adjusted his grip on Halsin -- who, to his credit, remained shut up.

Damn it all, now Astarion missed his voice.

Karlach shrugged. "Sorry Shadowheart, looks like you were the last man standing."

The cleric wobbled. "I'm going to be the last man falling in a minute. Astarion, it's just a bloody kiss, will you hurry up??"

Astarion shifted himself in Shadowheart's hold, surprised Halsin hadn't chimed in on the clown circus surrounding them. He glanced at him, but the druid was just watching Astarion with that indulgent knowing smile he often wore around his lover…like he knew something Astarion was going to figure out very soon, but everything he did until then was too endearing to interrupt.

Astarion pursed his lips, eyes narrowing -- then closed them and huffed. His arms moved to slide around Halsin's neck.

“It's not always 'just' a kiss," he retorted, his gaze flicking to Halsin's face.

"I...might have recently come to realize kisses can be more than just a physical act,” he continued in a softer mumble, more for the druid's ear. “The way you kissed me…made me feel...things,” he cleared his throat. “Safe, cared for. Mm…” His voice dropped even lower. “Protected….”

He looked away, his face decidedly redder. “Things I want you to feel too…you don’t get that very much. And you should.”

“Starlight…” Halsin murmured, trailing off and moving to wrap his big arms around the vampire's lithe form.

“Hush,” Astarion said. “I’m working.”

“Starlight,” Halsin grinned, looking up at him…up at him? Wait – Astarion blinked and realized he was indeed, almost a head taller than the druid now.

He looked down at a red faced Shadowheart as she literally held him propped all the way up with shaking arms, and then back at Halsin.

“…Oh,” he said.

“Oh,” Halsin nodded. Then – “Hmm. You know – it’s rather nice to be the one down here, for a change.”

Astarion opened his mouth, but couldn’t think of anything to say that was better than looking into Halsin’s eyes right then. So he didn’t.

He just leaned down and kissed the druid. Slow, lingering...sweet. Quite possibly the softest and sweetest he’d ever kissed anyone, he couldn’t recall.

“Awww!!" Gale said and nudged Karlach who was muffling a high pitched squeal likely only dolphins could hear behind her fingers. Audience approved!

Ignoring everything in the world besides Halsin’s beautiful eyes, Astarion carefully slid his hand up to hold the side of that ruggedly handsome face, touch so gentle.

After a beat, he exhaled a slow breath and leaned forward, pressing cool lips against a scarred forehead slowly, lips lingering there for a long while before he pulled back.

He heard Halsin’s breath catch and looked down at him, blinking to find his druid’s normally serene, calm expression a bit…less so, his cheeks warming to a lovely shade of red.

Oh, now it had all been worth it.

“I–” Halsin started, but had to clear his throat before he could continue. He looked up at Astarion, his expression warm and pleased – with just a twinge of shyness that Astarion found – oh! So that was what endearing felt like. “I have a confession, Astarion.” He leaned in with a whisper.

“I believe I just may be falling for you. I do hope you don’t mind.”

Astarion grinned wide then, cheekily, his fangs showing. “Darling, I’d be rather put-off if you didn’t fall for me after all this damned work,” he said.

“Well, what a coincidence!” Shadowheart interrupted, her normally sweet voice practically a growl. “I was just about to do the same!”

Astarion looked down, confused.

“What? What do you–gah!! Fuck!”

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Luckily neither of them got injured when they hit the dirt in a pile of flailing limbs and angry cursing that'd make a Sharran blush, Astarion only squishing Shadowheart a little when he landed on her.

Shadowheart groaned from the ground, her legs sore and trembling and her back just aching. Halsin blinked and then quickly moved to her side, hand stretching to begin the healing, chuckling softly. Better to let the poor cleric rest than waste a slot healing herself.

“I thank you for your care and friendship today, Shadowheart,” he said with a sunshine smile, and she just gave him a tired thumbs-up.

“Oh, Astarion? I’ve changed my mind,” she mumbled. “I don’t – ohhh, blessed moonmaiden, Halsin that feels nice – don’t want money in payment.”

“Mmh? Mh-hm.” Astarion hummed, looking up at the sky with a smile on his face that was probably going to linger for a while. “Then what can I do for you, darling Shadowheart, my best friend?”

“You’re going to that wine tasting with me.”

“Oh for fuck’s sake!” The vampire huffed, a tragic hero put upon by his friends and enemies and all the world besides. Well. Except for one or two, perhaps.

“All right,” he groused. “It’s a date.”

“That was sweeter than all the love stories in my collection!” Gale sniffled, wiping at his eyes with his sleeve.

“Uh huh!” Karlach agreed, tears rolling down her cheeks. “The best romantic comedy I’ve ever seen!”

“I regret every moment of my wretched existence with you all,” Astarion said imperiously to the sky, suffering indignities, always. His friends all laughed, moving back to their own tents and the world kept turning the same.

Though the whole rest of the day, when Astarion glanced at Halsin -- when the druid didn’t see him do it of course -- he’d catch the wood elf smiling, soft and sweet and gently blushed.

Astarion would have done it all over then, a thousand more times, for the chance to see that smile the next day, and the next and the rest of their days ever after.

[everybody-loves-purdy]

This for sure has been thought of before but the Great Journey would have been better if Hawkfrost was on it so that he and Bramble could have more moments together that will make Hawk's downfall and death that much more impactful to him and to the audience.

They could have heart-to-hearts about Tigerstar, making the Dark Forest training more interesting....they could talk about Bramble's bond with Tawny, who's on the journey, and how it kinda matches Hawk and Moth (which is another thing that makes future events sadder) (and maybe he and Squirrel could bond here, with both their sisters being back home and being med cats).

Maybe the reason Hawk joins is because Tiger visits him in a dream to tell him to see what's up at fourtrees and he sees the cats meeting. Later he begins to think that maybe he should be leader of one of the Clans. He did help find the new territories, after all, and how bad can Tigerstar be if his father was the one to help him begin the journey to find it? (and maybe whispered advice throughout the journey).

(side note--maybe Tiger 'helping' the cats on the journey by speaking with Hawk and Bramble helps to convince him more realistically that Tiger wants to train them not for nefarious reasons, because Bramble believed him far too easily let's be honest).

I just think it was a missed opportunity. Instead of introducing him as a kinda obvious "this guy is gonna be a problem later" thing, he's introduced like a non-pov (or maybe pov) protagonist that is at first seen like a kind if not peculiar guy who falls lower and lower until he's killed by Brambleclaw.

And before this, Brambleclaw thought that he's not just his brother--he's like him, someone whose loyalties were doubted because of Tigerstar. He has a sister he cares about, a mother who, when he talks about her, reminds Bramble of Goldenflower.

And he thinks "he's like me."

And Squirrelpaw talks to him and learns that they have the same sense of humour, they both like bugging Bramble, they both have a sister med cat who they love and is back home worrying about them, they both live in the shadow of their father--good or bad. Squirrelpaw confesses that she's such a nuisance because she doesn't want to be compared to the great Firestar. Hawk tells her that he feels trapped by his parentage as well.

And she thinks "he's just like me."

That's what makes it so impactful in the end, because not only is he corrupted, not only is Bramble forced to kill him, but his evil isn't just a sign of his own downfall, but of how close it could have been Brambleclaw himself, or Squirrelpaw, or someone else who saw Hawkfrost in themself and who now has to wonder "will that be me?"

This is so good, I love this AU.

Hawkfrost is just a bundle of missed potential honestly. There’s so much more that could have been done with his character than what we got.

[desiredcaramellatte]

Can you please make a Dark Choco Cookie x Sister reader where reader is like the little sister of dark choco cookie and always follows him around like a lost puppy?

So basically the lore of what I'm talking about is that, reader isn't evil she just sees her brother as an idol, she didn't see him do like y'know *insert dark cacao and dark choco* and eventually dark choco just accepts it and is a little protective of her?

Hello! I only do gender neutral writings (so they can be open for anyone!), so I’ll be changing sister to sibling!

I want to give Dark Choco head pats

Pomegranate isn’t a bitch in here wild I know

~| Dark Choco made completely sure that you were no where near the throne room when he attacked Dark Cacao. He wants to make sure your innocent eyes don’t get stained with the mistakes he knows he’s about to make.

~| He would have probably rushed attacking Dark Cacao in worry of you coming into the room at a moment’s notice. The whole thing probably only took a few minutes.

~| After the drama with Dark Cacao and the sword, Dark Choco tried to make you stay put with your father. He knows Dark Cacao isn’t the most loving of parents, but at least you’d be well-looked after in the castle, and not subjected to the freezing cold of the land.

~| You must be a stubborn little child, though, because you persisted. Dark Cacao would probably be worried about what happened to you, but wouldn’t be able to find you since you’d be going with Dark Choco.

~| Even under the control of the sword, he would never even dare to think of harming you. His number one goal is to protect you at all times.

~| When he joined the Cookies of Darkness, you came along with him. He makes sure you’re entertained, and often asks Red Velvet if you can stay with him and his cakehounds when Dark Choco is sent on missions. He makes sure you’re well fed too, and often gives you some of his food.

~| Pomegranate knows not to mess with you, so she tolerates having a child around. Most of the time she ignores you, but there have been times where she’s given into you and given you a head pat or two.

~| If you’re ever in a bad mood, scared, or just want to, Dark Choco will allow you to hide in his cape. He tried his best to make a small matching black cape for you as well.

[bethanythebogwitch]

Giving Owl House characters Digimon partners

Because I'm a huge nerd, I'm combining to franchises I like and giving Owl House characters Digimon partners. For TOH fans who don't know how Digimon works, typically a human character will have a partner Digimon that somehow reflects parts of their personality and character development. Digimon also evolve up and down through different levels, but I'm not going that deep with this. Side note, I could not figure out a Digimon I liked to partner with Gus, so sorry, but he's not here. There will be spoilers.

Luz is the easiest, she's partnered with Witchmon. Witchmon is a witch, she's a bit creepy (which Luz would love), and she's very dedicated to learning magic like Luz is. Witchmon also goes through a parallel but reversed journey to Luz. While Luz goes from Earth to the magical world of the Boiling Isles, Witchmon comes from the magical world of Witchely (the setting of another virtual pet series by the same company) to the (allegedly) scientific Digital World.

I gave Amity Ranamon, which seems weird but I think works. Ranamon's personality in Digimon Frontier (the English dub anyway, haven't seen the original) is very much based on the same mean girl archetype that Amity fit before her character development. Amity's early persona was mostly the result of her mother's influence and Ranamon in Frontier is the corrupted version of the originally benevolent spirit of water. Abomination slime is kind of like water I guess. I also like that Amity's hair goes from green like Ranamon to purple like Ranamon's rival Fairymon/Kazemon.

Willow will be partnered with Togemon, a cactus with boxing gloves. The plant connection is obvious but I went with Togemon specifically to match how Willow is physically tough and and athlete. While I said that I won't be discussing evolutions, but I do want to mention that Togemon's usual evolution Lilymon is very cute plant fairy. I think the combination of the rough and tough Togemon and cute, feminine Lilymon really fits Willow.

I'm going to give Hunter Leomon. Leomon is pretty much the archetypical noble and heroic Digimon, but just like Hunter started out as a villain, it can go bad. I'm specifically referencing its dark alternate MadLeomon and the Leomon in Digimon Adventure (original) that was mind controlled into evil twice. On a darker note, the series has a running gag of a Leomon or variant showing up in different series only to die and Hunter is the latest in a long line of clones that Belos keeps killing.

King is getting partnered with Impmon. I'm specifically going with the characterization of the Impmon in Digimon Tamers. Both start out their series as very weak and childish critters with delusions of grandeur but do eventually gain great power. Hopefully King's growth into an adult titan will go a lot more peacefully than Impmon's evolution did. You could also draw a comparison between King being an orphan looking for his father and Impmon abandoning his human partners due to their mistreatment of him.

I'm not super satisfied with what I came up with for Eda, but I'm giving her Babamon. I wanted to try to draw some parallel to Eda and the owl beast but there really aren't many Digimon who switch back and fourth between a sapient and non-sapient forms. The closest I could think of was Belephemon Sleep Mode and Rage mode or ChaosDukemon/ChaosGallantmon and Megidramon and those are both way too evil for Eda. So Babamon it is. Babamon is based on a grandmother and Eda has been prematurely aged by her curse. Babamon is also a sorceress and is even sometimes used as a mega/ultimate level evolution for Witchmon, drawing a connection with Luz. Babamon being a grandmotherly figure but also (in the Digimon Tamers English dub) pretty sassy fits Eda's personality and her growing to become Luz's second mother.

Two quick ones I don't have too much to say about are Lilith and Raine. I'm giving Lilith Wisemon. She is the most scholarly and book smart of the core cast and is a historian and Wisemon is a scholar who preserves a record of the Digital World's history. Wisemon is also a time traveller and Lilith was very prominent in the time travel episode. If you want Lilith to have a mega/ultimate level to match Eda she can have AncientWisemon instead, it's essentially a more powerful Wisemon. I was tempted to give her Lilithmon, but aside from the name they have no connection and Lillithmon is too evil even for season 1 Lilith. Raine is getting Sirenmon and I fully admit its because Sirenmon is the only musical Digimon I could think of. Except the Geckomons, but they're too gross for Raine.

The Collector is going to have a Monzaemon. I think someone who loves play as much as the Collector would love to have a giant teddy bear partner that loves children and just wants people to be happy. However, just like the Collector's childlike innocence drives them to horrible acts in pursuit of fun, Monzaemon is hinted to have a dark side and that there is something very dark and scary hiding inside the big plushie.

Finally we come to Belos and I have given him Titamon as a partner. Titamon isn't exactly known for being the long-term schemer that Belos is, I think there are a lot of parallels that still make it work. Belos is driven by his hatred of anything magic and Titamon is born from the hatred of evil Digimon who were defeated by the heroic group known as the Olympos XII. Titamon also wears the skulls of his defeated enemies and draws power from them like how Belos sustains himself by eating palismens. Furthermore, Titamon can use the skulls to summon an army and Belos has his own personal army in the form of the Emperor's Coven. And of course, Titamon's name comes from titan and the titan is central to Belos's plan. Furthermore, Titamon is now used as the main mega level evolution of Ogremon. Ogremon is the natural enemy of Leomon, further emphasizing the enmity between Belos and Hunter. If Caleb also had a Leomon partner then the conflict between their partners could definitely parallel how Celeb and Phillip/Belos became enemies. Hell, Hunter's Leomon could even be the same Leomon that Caleb partnered with, reconnecting with his old partner's clone to avenge Caleb and stop Belos and Titamon's evil. I love this parallel and can see a fanfic in this.

[twinkle-art]

would you ever be in the mood to elaborate on what your emet/WOL dynamic is like? the bits you've posted have me curious

(gripping my thighs so hard i draw blood) yeah i don’t see why not

so as i’ve previously outlined, my particular brand of emetwol (platonic) hinges on the fact that he reminds andromeda of her mother. like. a lot. 

i’ve gotten so deep in here that i’ve grown wholly desensitized to this premise and it’s not weird to me anymore so we will be moving right along

(fig a- silly joke i made early into shb before i knew how dark this was going to get)

the crux of their relationship, to me, is that they are two people who flatly, abjectly refuse to truly see each other past their respective projections for nearly their entire time together, and this renders the very intense emotions they evoke in each other all the more corrosive to them. the exact emotions they even have towards each other are also… nebulous and hard to define, but they’re definitely bad. well. mostly bad. it’s complicated. 

This… might seem like a strange angle to take for someone who is pretty transparently sympathetic to emet-selch outside of all the atrocities but it’s definitely worth noting that andromeda’s difficulties holding him in her mind as a purely evil person despite her best efforts do not come from a belief that he is, in fact, secretly a good guy or anything. It’s first and foremost because she has a psyche that was shaped by an abusive upbringing, uncomfortable as that is. 

Without dwelling… too much on the details because this is quite heavy and I prefer keeping it tastefully vague (after this aspect of her character emerged shockingly organically as a frankly very obvious explanation for a LOT of her personality) her home life as a bastard child in garlemald was Bad. her step-family was bad. her mother had good intentions but was simply not there when she needed her. and all of this left her as an adult who is, frankly, pretty easy to manipulate if you prey on her bottomless, ravenous hunger for love and recognition… or the fact that she is just straight-up conditioned to respond to a particular flavor of authoritative influence. it is nothing short of a miracle that the scions found her first. 

i’m saying she’s dog-coded. is what i’m saying. you get it. 

(there IS also the whole.. uh. garlean fascism aspect. I don’t think i need to spell out why that’s relevant to her relationship with the guy behind the god-emperor she grew up being expected to revere)

NOW. as the arbiter of this reality, it’s not my read of emet-selch’s character that he enjoys doing any of this shit- him inevitably taking advantage of this glaringly obvious weak point is a wholly pragmatic move that ultimately contributes to the fact that she’s unwittingly making him nearly as miserable as he’s making her. Like, once he realizes what’s going on I fully believe he’d feel kind of dirty about it (never mind that this is a shard of azem he’s psychologically tormenting more than is strictly necessary. the man is sentimental) (also he thinks the mom stuff is fucking weird)

this doesn’t stop him tho. lol

a quick aside on azem and emet’s relationship since that’s never not relevant to these; they were very close, I hesitate to say overtly sibling-like since i think that’s a kind of an easy oversimplification, but the type of love they felt for each other was definitely more of a familial one than anything else. she trusted him more than anyone else, and he loved her fiercely and unconditionally, even if their day-to-day dynamic involved taking the piss out of each other constantly, and the fact that the last time he ever saw her involved a blow-out screaming match between them has not sat well with him these 12,000 years. 

And so, they each project these warped reflections of people they love and resent in equal measure onto each other- andromeda with the mother she never expects to see again, emet with the friend he can’t let himself admit he’ll never see again- and it makes their presence both painful and comforting. their unwillingness to detangle themselves because of that extremely twisted feeling of nostalgic comfort borders on emotional self harm honestly. 

and that’s before factoring in that they’re championing opposite sides of a world-defining conflict

with her canon-divergent stint in amaurot that i swear i’m going to fully flesh out in art someday, no seriously, i mean it this time, the bubbling Weird Vibes that accrued any time they were left alone during shb come crashing down all at once and it is brutal. as she slowly loses her grip on reality (to the point where even she’s not certain what really happened that week and what was a hallucination, in retrospect) his mask also begins to slip, as the tiny part of him that so badly wants to believe he can get through to her gets louder and he decides that she’s not even lucid enough to warrant keeping up the act. despite his best efforts i do think this forces him to confront andromeda as Andromeda, not just as Thee Warrior Of Light or as 8/14th of his dead bestie

anyways it probably gets to the point where he’s fully trauma dumping on her while she’s half-consciously lying in his lap wondering why her mom’s calling her perseus before the scions bust in to collect her. you know, really normal stuff

ultimately andromeda takes his death at her hands hard for… a number of reasons (and as i’ve previously touched on, feels bad and weird about the fact that she’s taking it hard at all) the largest of which being that she simply had not parsed how she felt about him beforehand, and was left to sift through a LOT of intense shit tied up in some really fuckin sensitive parts of her psyche for the first time in her adult life all while knowing meaningful closure was out of reach. it sucked. 

their surprise reunion in elpis was… both helpful and not to this end, on account of being extremely one-sided. much like emet did to her in the days leading up to his death, she only comes to finally understand him by observing him in this unguarded, regressed state- even if she is now a total stranger to him. 

(hades found her.. unnerving, to say the least. she didn’t do a very good job leaving their Whole Thing out of her recounting of his future and he can’t deny that how obviously deeply affected andromeda still is by that gnaws at him even while he tries to reject it as total bullshit. it gets a bit lost in all the noise but he finds the thought that he’d do that to her a little stomach-churning)

i don’t know if i’d really call it cathartic but at least she can see him as a full person without it physically paining her now. that counts as progress

thank you for coming to my talk. here’s their playlist and here’s a drawing i did of them as dgs kitty mascots. i turned it into a cutesy phone background for myself. no i’m not sure what’s wrong with me either 

[eslanes]

Ｔｈｅ Ｅｖｉｌ Ｄｅａｄ Ｃｈａｌｌｅｎｇｅ 💀

eslanes presents...the grooviest challenge this side of the grave!

The Concept: Six friends travel to a cabin in the woods, where they unknowingly release flesh-possessing demons. Chaos ensues.

The Challenge: It's 1996. Five sims (plus one by me) will attempt to survive the night in a remote cabin in Granite Falls that just so happens to be the home of sleeping Sumerian demons. As per horror tropes, only one can survive (hint - it won't be mine lol).

The Details: the plot of this challenge will (evidently) follow the basic premise of the Evil Dead series (minus Army of Darkness - there will be no time travel). While the basic structure will stay the same, there will be options given via polls that will influence what happens.

⚠️ Given that the source material is 18+ so is this challenge! Content Warnings for violence, gore, sexual content, strong language and zombies ⚠️

The Sims: for this challenge I'm going to provide a name and brief description of each sim - it's up to you to fill in the blanks and fully flesh them out! Humans only please! Please see below the cut for the sims!

The Prize: The winner will receive a custom sim by yours truly (and another treat that I haven't decided yet)

Also, please keep in mind there will only be one survivor, please do not submit a sim unless you're okay with them dying a horrible death! Also to keep it fair, please only one submission per person.

To submit, @ me in your post and use the tag #eslanes evil dead challenge!

Deadline for submissions is September 18th! Challenge will run though October!

(PS: for those of you wondering about The Dating Game, that will run asap while I'm prepping for this challenge :))

Jason Jacobs (23M) - the bookworm

*Please do not submit for Jason, I will be providing him!* A childhood friend of Nancy and Danny. Recent college grad (anthropology, specifically ancient languages) working in his university's library. Jason is intelligent, shy but level headed. He's held a secret crush on Nancy since childhood. It goes without saying that he will not survive, but how he kicks it is up to you!

Nancy Crewes (21F) - the secret keeper

Nancy is a troubled, recent college drop-out. Her friends arranged this trip to the cabin as a show of support for their struggling friend. But what's actually wrong with Nancy? That's up for you to decide... (Nancy has a secret that is not known to the audience but will come out as the challenge progresses and will impact the plot. If you are submitting Nancy, please DM me with her secret - please do not put it in her submission post!!)

Danny Crewes (24M) & Bonnie Leigh (22F) - the 'on-the-outs' couple

Danny, older brother to Nancy (can be half siblings so they don't need to necessarily look alike). Danny is your typical jock - athletic, tall good-looking and cocky af. But, he's also very close with and fiercely protective of his younger sister. Danny arranged the trip to Granite Falls. Bonnie is Danny's on-and-off girlfriend of two years. Bonnie and Nancy do not get along, mostly because of Bonnie's frequent cheating on Danny. Bonnie, on the other hand just can't help it that she's so fabulous and hot! Bonnie is flirtatious, vain, charming and manipulative as hell - your typical sexy villain. She may also attempt to come onto others in the cabin, which may impact the plot...

Jesse Ross (23 any gender) & Brandon Power (24M) - the lovebirds

The main thing you need to know about these two is that they are SO in love. Like enough to make you sick. Like get a room. Brandon is another close childhood friend of Danny and Nancy and your typical brooding bad boy with a heart of gold. Jesse is a wildcard, they can be whoever you like (as long as they are a good match for Brandon). Just remember what happens to sims that spend too much time canoodling in horror movies...