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nininikki · 9 months

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delicates — s. gojo

content warnings: perv!gojo, fwb!gojo, panty-stealing, panty-sniffing, jerking off with said panties, increasingly mild jealousy, male masturbation

author’s note: some horny desperate gojo to perk those holiday spirits. love y’all 💋🫶🏽🤍

“satoru, have you seen my pink panties?”

he had barely gotten the phone up to his ear before nearly exclaiming, “your what?” through the dwindling cell phone static, gojo could hear the frantic zipping and unzipping of suitcases, opening and closing of drawers, and the stress in not only your breathing, but your question: have you seen my pink panties?

at the words, “pink panties”, bells begin to sound in satoru’s head. they’re tiny, lacy, and cotton candy pink almost all around, apart from the hem, which is decorated with a little white bow. the first time you’d worn them, they’d proved to be an issue for satoru’s restraint. much too pretty to ruin by tearing off your legs, but still a hindrance to him in the animal-like mood he was in. he could recall you gasping as he moved the thin material to the side so he could curl the tip of his tongue up against your clit for the first time of many that night.

“oh, nothing. forget i asked.” it was more than obvious you were stressing yourself to hell and back over the imminent (and very mandatory) conference trip to new orleans. it’s evident now, and it was more than evident about a week ago when you invited satoru over to your place with the intention of letting him ease the worry away. and he did, one salacious orgasm at a time.

crackly phone static sobers gojo instantly, and he’s back with you—present day you—and your current dilemma. “but, still,” he hears you defeatedly slump into the cushiony spring of your mattress. “where’d they go so fast?”

your new question makes him sit up in his bed. “well, uh,” gojo hardly stuttered, but you managed to catch him at an impossibly bad time. “when’d you see ‘em last?”

“they were in a stack of laundry on my dresser, i swear.” like magic, satoru’s mind conjures an image of what you might look like on the other end of the phone. lying across your bed, perhaps twirling a lock of hair up and down your finger or fidgeting with the golden initial necklace that always hung so delicately around your throat. he imagines a cartoonishly big question mark floating above your head as you work the plushness of your bottom lip between your teeth. the mental sight was a pretty one, albeit rather funny.

you resume your recant with, “then, just like that, poof! gone.” a sigh passed between your lips. “i mean, what am i gonna do now? i wanted to bring those with me.”

“those?” satoru hesitantly flicks his bedside lamp on now, hoping seeing will help him understand. “on a work trip?”

you sighed again, this time exasperated. “oh, please. it’s new orleans. did you think i was a nun or something?”

“whatever,” with a blink of his eyes, he tried to brush away the nagging, envious feeling that tugged at his navel and nearly led him to nausea, but it wasn’t at all that simple. “why’d you call me, anyway?” were you calling all your recent lovers and alerting them to be on the lookout for a pair of frilly pink underwear? the thought of it was funny only before satoru fully registered the idea of you having any other lover that was not him.

“well, i just thought that maybe…” your words trailed off in a way that indicated you’d lost them on purpose. your acrylics could be heard nervously clicking together on the other end.

gojo scoffs with the incredulity of a completely innocent man. “what, you think i’m the panty thief?” at the sound of air sucking between your teeth, and otherwise dreadful silence, he wants to roll his eyes. “i can’t believe you. you ever stop to think it was your freaky ass housekeeper?”

a sharp gasp crackles through the receiver. “rosmerta would never!”

“yeah, yeah. just call me when you think better of me.”

“then i guess i won’t be calling for a very long time.” you say, and a stiff dial tone fills gojo’s ears.

his conversation with you should’ve sobered him up completely. he should’ve been shamed into flicking his lamp off and falling asleep (even though he couldn’t if he wanted to). but hearing your voice only fueled his fire further. all day, your panties had burned a titillating hole in the top drawer of his dresser, and he’d had more than enough of denying himself.

when the sun sank beneath the clouds and it was finally dark enough to abate any oncoming feelings of guilt—although, there was a shamefully small amount of it—satoru had your pretty pink underwear splayed out over his lap, teasing it over the growing bulge in his pants.

he had felt like such a perv when he plucked them off your dresser’s tower of laundry and stashed them within his pocket. and he’d felt like even more of a perv when he kissed you out of your early morning slumber to tell you he was on the way out. “gotta go, baby. early shift today.” satoru whispered into your soft skin.

immediately, you’d attempted to rise from the comfort of your bed. “i’ll walk you out,” you yawned.

smoothing a hand over your cheek, satoru’s eyes softened at the sleepy tenderness in yours, and he’d wanted to collapse back into the mattress without a second thought. “no, you stay here and rest, alright.” but he simply could not bring himself to rest alongside you with such a dirty secret in his pocket.

and so now here he was, touching himself through his underwear like a virgin schoolboy as he brushed the fabric over his nose. the wholly clean scent of them couldn’t have stopped him from envisioning all the times you may have gotten them a mess with the slickness of your arousal.

you were wearing a dress that first time satoru had fucked you in these. and you weren’t shy at all about letting him bend you over the edge of your bed and push the skirt up over your hips. he was practically salivating at the sight: the thick globes of your ass on perfect display for his starving hands, and the damp plumpness of your cunt on perfect display for his starving mouth. thin ribbons of arousal had dripped their way down your labia and come to a head at the bulbous tip of your clit, while of course staining the almost transparent material in its wake.

the memory makes gojo abandon all efforts of teasing, and he’s letting his cock spring free from his underwear. he lets the angry mushroom tip graze against the crotch area of the thong, precisely where your slit would be. if he closed his eyes for long enough, he could imagine he was doing just that—rubbing himself up against your leaking slit until you were weak with pleas.

when his eyes flutter open the tiniest bit, he could see a fresh bead of precum dotting the material. “so good,” he murmured as he remembered how easily your chubby cunt swallowed up the fabric. your eyes, lidded and framed by fluffy lashes, sat teary and reddened in your head.

satoru had grown fond of how worked up you tended to get when teased. your manicured hands had cupped over the round peaks of your ass, spreading yourself apart with the hope of being filled. “please,” you had whimpered, and he couldn’t help himself at sight of your slick soaked lips virtually calling out to him. relief filled your eyes as he pushed the dainty cloth to the side, and then ran an impatient finger tantalizingly down your slit.

fresh saliva filled the underside of his mouth almost immediately, haunted by the memory of your slick bursting over his tongue in all the best and worst ways. there was no way gojo would be able to stomach the idea of another man peeling these off your skin just as he had that night. could he get you as loud for him as you were for satoru? could he tease the head of his cock over your hungry entrance until you were practically dying for it? could he spring your pretty eyes with tears after every thrust? gojo didn’t think so.

dampening the palm of his hand with a pearl of spit, gojo began sliding it up and down his length, murmuring small curses to himself as the picture of you bled through his mind. “so fuckin’ nasty.” he grunted when he remembered how you’d always time the movements of your hips perfectly to match his thrusts and fuck him back. “am i doin’ a good job, daddy?” you would look back at him and ask, smearing your juices over his pelvis with the increasingly weakening pushes of your hips.

“makin’ daddy so proud.” satoru hummed to himself, tightening his grip just over the head of his dick and imagining the very same hold your pussy seemed to have on him.

“i’m gonna cum,” you would tearfully whisper, just a split second before your body collapsed under the weight of the pleasure your lover was inflicting on you. usually immediately after, gojo’s release would follow upon him seeing the fervent manner in which your pussy spasmed around his cock as it drooled out thick rivulets of milky finish.

satoru felt himself twitch, inching closer and closer toward his own release as he teased the flimsy garment to and fro over his cock. but it just wasn’t enough.

in an act of utter desperation, or perhaps madness, he brought your panties up to his face and allowed his nose to brush up against the crotch. he was almost ashamed of the shiver that coursed down his spine. although the smell was relatively harmless, the mere idea of suffocating in you worked his nerves without relent.

“please,” gojo begged no one in particular. if he could, he would hold you against his face forever, smothering himself in the warmth of your skin until he was one with you. if he could, he would be en route to your apartment this instant to tell you the truth. “i love you.”

with a choked whimper that followed his untimely confession, satoru slipped over edge and into the blissful abyss of orgasm. the tugs on his cock became haphazard and sloppy with the gradual spurts of cum oozing from the head of his dick. it wasn’t until he opened his eyes and removed the rose colored panties from his face did he realize the gravity of what he had admitted. he loved you.

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alanaartdream · 5 days

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I think @cubbihue and @katescribblesabit are some of my favourite fairy Timmy aus out there atm (heck giving ideas to my own fairy Timmy au (although mine I’m adding in more to do with Jimmy Tommy power hour and nicktoons unite games (I use to love watching YouTubes of those games like crazy heck I managed to get the 1st to to play with my siblings but it was 2nd hand glitch copy of the first in the series of games that series did so it would take forever to load at times but was fun game)

If they ever bring those games to the switch I’d play them for sure; thanks to the jimmy Timmy power hour series doing so well the games were a great hit and the games were so popular that quite a few were created and more characters would get added in the more popular the games got the last in the series was the one we’re Invader zim & dib or was it globs of doom one? Not sure ended up watching YouTubers do those (was more watching for the cut scenes of those games at the time)

Anywho back to my own fairy Timmy Au I could see Wanda’s sister Blonda coming over to patch up her relationship with Wanda and being a fun aunt to Peri/poof and Timmy once Timmy gets fairy adopted

But schnozmo not sure how good of a uncle he’ll be being he’s a bit of a conman

(Timmy wouldn’t forget how he tried to trick Cosmo out of a lot of things the last time they met aaannnddd I know Jimmy and the nicktoons gang wouldn’t trust him too much either

I feel like now that Timmy is a fairy would hang out at Jimmy’s a lot when not in fairyworld being as Timmy as a fairy wouldn’t see anything from his old life in the human realm part of his own universe but being as the nicktoons unite characters are all from different universes Timmy can still hang out with them;; although Jimmy has met the people in Timmy’s old human life and to be honest they didn’t appreciate Timmy when they had him so they kinda deserve to suffer a little now that they’ve lost him (Timmy’s birth parents most of all) because before he found out Timmy was turned into a fairy he did get to see how ignorant Timmy’s friends AJ & Chester seem to be to the neglect & abuse Timmy was going through from his parents/ babysitter and cocker but just seem to ignore it heck didn’t even try to help out when Timmy was getting bullied on top of that; think the only one Jimmy would feel mostly sorry for is maybe Toothie (although he had to admit her love of Timmy kinda bothered on creepy at times) it was only when Timmy was truly gone from their lives do any of them realise what they’ve lost so he’s not gonna let anyone from Timmy’s old life know what happened to him for sure;; Jimmy doesn’t trust them anymore

Think it’s not until years later when poof becomes Peri and he and Timmy have grown up a bit themselves and Hazel and Dev show up does he even get curious about the humans in Timmy’s universe

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fountainpenguin · 30 days

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Riddle watches New Wish - Post #29

Jumping off from my previous and pending liveblogs through The Battle of Big Wand -> but this is mostly me talking about Dale headcanons and 'fics

Partway through my next liveblog post, I started rambling about Dale and doodled a joke, and... it got really long, so now it's in its own post.

I'm sorry you have to see this, SDKFLJ...

Mildly suggestive stick figure honeymoon doodles - #ScarletPenguin

why does he still look anxious and pathetic even when he's plotting a takeover... he's the goofiest guy. I love him.

Liveblog Notes

As far as me loving characters with traumatic backstories goes, I do enjoy Peri, but he has way too many blank spots in his lore and things that are making me look at him sideways, waiting for him to say something I can work with.

I would've liked to see more of his backstory come into play... I feel like that would've been a great episode theme focused on the Peri-Dev dynamic (Them figuring each other out, uncovering bits and pieces, struggling to find areas where they relate until they do... like the clinginess or abandonment issues). Hopefully we get that in the future.

- Don't get me wrong- I'm really enjoying Peri, but from a fanfic perspective, I don't have enough breadcrumbs that don't come from the OG series I based my aged-up Poof on anyway. - That said, still love the implication that he brought Dev to his parents' house while he ate too much sugar and Jorgen almost caught him, and I'm deeply interested in his many layers of trauma. No notes.

I can make up stuff for Peri, but... I've already been making up his story beats for 8 years, so I'm personally not excited at the thought of designing a new backstory from scratch if I don't have any springboards like his friends, school life, where he's been living, or what he did while his parents were gone for 10,000 years. The OG series gave me Sammy Sweetsparkle, Goldie, and Spellementary and Steve, my beloathed. I don't have much to go off here.

We don't even know what his relationship with Irep is, like if "Best of Luck" was the first time they'd seen each other since Spellementary and/or if Irep was banned from continuing his schooling. I mean... one would have to assume Irep has his godparenting license if he's allowed to jump in on Dev, but who knows...

Me just now blinking in confusion that Da Rules allow Irep to yoink Dev as a godkid when Irep blatantly disregards all the other Rules. Cherrypicker...

And yes, I can work with it if I want to, but I already write a bunch about their dynamic, teen, and adult years in Cloudlands AU, so... I'm fine letting other people deep-dive into him; I'll probably be surface level on my end <3

So... That's all set-up for why I think Dale is my favorite in this show... He captivates me by having this clearly defined mess I can pick at. Locked up and forced to make lemonade for 7 years? wild. We know what it was like, where he was, how old he was when it started, who did it, for how long, how he escaped, what his family situation was, and we saw Doug's estate in "Engine Blocked," so we have a decent idea of where he lived and how he grew up.

We've seen a lot of clues about how his trauma lingers around him today, how he forbids his son from drinking lemonade around him, he seems to be withholding details from Dev (who has no clue who Vicky is and seemed grumpy that lemonade is presumably a trigger for his dad and thus he's not allowed to have it). We also know how his young self ended up as an adult... We know he has meltdowns when he loses money and he doesn't bat an eye about stalking or hurting children...

We've got a partner missing from his life, so he's got single dad stress in there somewhere unless the O-pairs were there from the day Dev was born... potentially divorce or widower baggage and either of those is funny... I still think Doug might be dead in New Wish and that becomes increasingly likely the more I look at my age timeline compared to how old Doug was when he struck gold, which is canon in New Wish rather than given to us by the OG...

And if he and Vicky are the same age, were they friends when his torment started? You can even mess around with vibes like "Did Dale get a fairy?" or alternatively, "Why WASN'T he miserable enough to qualify for a fairy?" because that gets really dark if you start thinking about Vicky yo-yoing his emotions to keep him on the line above misery. What was she doing to him...

Like ??? unfortunately, the most obvious thing I can think of is that Dale was so blinded by his vision of Vicky being his friend (and/or crush?? idk) that he kept forgiving her, which is... awful.

We never got a confirmed reason why Tootie didn't have a godparent despite Vicky tormenting her daily, though I always felt like age or her blabbermouth tendencies might play into it (or she clung to Timmy for stability and thus wasn't miserable enough so long as Timmy was there to "support and comfort her" (her perspective). ?? Did Fairy World think it wasn't worth the paperwork to assign someone to Dale because they assumed he'd just make a single wish to free himself and then be fine? skdljf... I just can't stop thinking about it. It's not like his father's wealth disqualified him; Remy and Dev both had godparents assigned. Idk! I think about it a lot. Fascinating.

AND you're telling me this kid grew up with the OG cast after his escape?? There's a LOT there I can play with. Did he have to go to high school with Vicky? I want to believe he was homeschooled, but we never see Doug with a partner AND Doug is a busy person running a ton of businesses. The logical assumptions here would be either "Dale went to public high school" or "Dale was shipped off to boarding school" or something like that. Each of those comes with its own implications, which excites me.

As a bonus, this guy's severe trauma is connected to lemonade?? A drink that shows up a bunch of times throughout the OG series because it's just casual and everywhere? That's so funny...

Insert joke about how it's smart to give your protags weaknesses or fears that are commonplace so they'll run into them in a casual adventure or everyday life

And YET... Despite everything we know about him, there's still plenty of wiggle room for me to play with. I like that.

Honestly, I love the entire Dimmadome household... Dale and Dev and the O-pairs and Peri and the weight of absence of whomever else was in Dale's life once upon a time. Dev is a cool character at all, but at the end of the day, he's a 10-year-old bratty bully who's neglected and lonely. I appreciate him dearly, but it's nothing I haven't seen before.

Dale is my favorite. His utterly bizarre backstory has captivated me. I can make him worse <3

I did have a role planned for him in my Cloudlands AU 'fics - have since 2018 - but I was gonna play him as quiet and jumpy... Curious, easily excited, but not as fingers-in-every-pie as his father. But nowhere would I have guessed 7 years of trauma. And that changes everything. I'm extremely excited to play with that.

He's been on my backburner for ages as "one of those characters I want to delve into when Timmy's older and has a reason to cross paths with him, such as in the working world as Dale becomes more involved with the Dimmadome businesses." My plan's always been to make a funny trio of Dale, Remy, and Dale's wife [my very first FOP OC, Hadley] (whom I've been slowly setting up to become Remy's close friend in the 130 Prompts series when they're kids) and they're just... laid-back rich people who hang out and go on silly rich adventures.

Here's a fun Hadley profile, finally digital since I've only drawn her in colored pencils up 'til now!

In spite of me repeatedly mentioning her in my New Wish liveblogs, words cannot express how shocked I've been to see Dale, who was a tiny mention in the OG series, come back as a critical character...

My girl's shy husband in Cloudlands AU canon, whom she was betrothed to when neither loved the other, turned out to be a horrible person in A New Wish who's 99% likely to have divorced her, and I could NOT be more ecstatic to work with that in 'fic. It's like this was set up just for me! :D

- How funny would it be if they had a Season 2 arc where Dev disappears for a while because he's staying with his mom? lol. - If Dev's mom suddenly showed up because she'd just left for an extended work trip or something, would that be silly'd up or what?

Bonus Hadley Facts!

- She's 12 & 13 around Timmy's time period and attends middle school with Remy. They went to a dance together.

- She and Timmy are briefly in middle school together. They vaguely knew each other in elementary school before either had a fairy- I like to think they had multi-grade gym classes, field day, lunch, and stuff like that and sometimes saw each other.

- Never had Crocker as a teacher, but has crossed his path at the grocery store and stuff. She skirts around him.

- Her mom is a professional painter. She also has a blood blossom garden. Leadly keeps making Hadley give them to people he's trying to sus out as witches.

- Very aware of her dad's horrible dating life. Unfortunately knows he's chasing magical creatures because he's getting desperate for "idk, something new and fun" at this point. Bribes Cupid on the regular. Unclear if Cupid is screwing her dad's life up on purpose to keep the money coming in.

- Has been to Texas a bunch of times (Pencil Nexus has a branch there - "The Boss of Me").

- She hums the Pencil Nexus theme a lot, especially if she's waiting in a line or doing chores. She's bad at sneaking around because she'll forget she shouldn't hum.

- At the time of posting this, her two speaking appearances are in the 130 Prompts "Back In Action," where she's at the Jimmy-Timmy Power Hour dance chasing squirrels, and "Trying Too Hard," where Ed Leadly brings her along when he tries shaking Gary and Betty down for the Learnatorium (again); Hadley's very embarrassed.

- Although offscreen, she was heavily mentioned in "End of the World" when Timmy led Remy to her house so she could help with the cure for Juandissimo's fairy flu. She was briefly mentioned in "Opportunity" when Leadly put the pieces together and realized his daughter has a fairy godparent.

- Her surname was dropped in "Entire World," "Solo," and "Looking Back," confirming her as on the Pixies' radar & as a member of Gary and Crocker's Fairy World invasion team.

- I designed her in December 2015! Nearly 9 years ago now :'D

So, there ya go... That's Hadley.

Basically, instead of meddling and buying buildings and stuff, my vision of the future "rich kids" generation is that they're "supposed" to be in the city like their parents raised them to be, but they blow it off to hang with friends. This whole generation is rebelling against their parents. Are they making things worse for the city? I don't know.

My rough plan was Dale and Hadley bringing their kid [His planned name was Dave] on ski trips and yacht adventures and world travels, with Remy and Juandissimo being bonus parents as the kid grows up :) Aroace Remy making peace with living mostly alone, my beloved... BFF Hadley ensuring he's not ignored when she gets a partner, my beloved... And my main idea here was "Their kid is so spoiled, but he's also getting incredible amounts of attention and love... It's the first time in AGES Dimmsdale has broken its "miserable rich kid" curse, and Remy and Juandissimo couldn't be happier. I just realized that probably doesn't make sense out of context- but yes, in Cloudlands AU, Juandissimo and Remy are still together when Remy's an adult. But it was always my "Eh, I'll think about it later" arc, and Dale a "think about him later" character. And now ?? I just want oodles of him... He's so funny. I've already got a whole sketchpage of him on my desk... I probably won't scan it because it's messy as I'm exploring him in my style, but I really like drawing his hair <3

Dale had a bad week or two with Vicky in my head, but he was gonna grow up fine and live with his friends :) Or... Hadley's friends. Unclear. This doesn't really work with the New Wish canon, but I still think it's funny. I think in some way, this still happened in my canon, but only during Dale's early adulthood. He and Hadley split, orz...

Like... I can't even be mad, because in my canon, they were arranged (upper class kids; Doug cared more than Remy's parents) and in Cloudlands AU, they're affectionate but not in love until they slowly grow on each other while raising their kid, but... GURL, you were supposed to carry this for me, SKDLFJ...

Hang on, I gotta draw exactly what I mean by "Hadley didn't ignore her BFF when she started a romantic relationship..."

Bonus context for Remy's arm for anyone curious & here's him in color

They're just so funny to me... Dale and Hadley are each other's comedic straightman somehow. My favorite thing is Remy being a good friend despite actively trying not to be.

There's a secret joke here about how Remy's dad is also aroace in Cloudlands AU, but his whole thing was being repulsed to the point that he was relieved every time his wife had affairs :'D Fortunately, Remy's glad Hadley found someone else to bother and never got him involved in that drama. Remy still doesn't know what's up with his parents' love life or lack thereof, but... he knows what he himself wants (Peace & quiet and 2 hang out with Juandissimo).

tl;dr - I like what A New Wish has done with Dale specifically. It's definitely wowed me, it's way more captivating than anything I'd loosely planned for him, and his layers of trauma, wealth, and negligence really take me back to the OG series vibes, so I like that!

I can't wait to do 'fics with this fascinating, traumatized loser... but Hadley is definitely his wife and/or ex in my works <3 b/c I set my plot up for this 6 years ago and it would make me sad to "boot" her from my Along the Cherry Lane 'fic plans lmao. I will never experience this oddly specific situation ever again; you gotta give this to me.

Also:

He done goofed...

I couldn't decide on dialogue, but I was thinking "In my defense, I never had a health class and I didn't know babies came that fast." (She was there for many hours btw).

Bonus honeymoon panel ft. (/checks notes) - mildly suggestive stick figures (again)

Other secret bonus ending: "Wait a minute, if Hadley's been to Texas a lot because of Pencil Nexus, does she ALSO have fun cosplaying in boots?"

...... :)

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 1 year

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Hi can i request a scenario where the human and gods turns into a child or baby and when their lover appear they were very attach(btw they dont remember her since their only memories is when they are still a child or a baby) to her and when other gods/humans approach they throw a tantrums (or whatever do you think they will do if they are jealous when they were a child). One day in a winter night those poor babies are cold so the reader decided to cuddle them and give them a lot of kisses, the next day they saw the god in adult form and they remember everything.

Lets just add that when they were in a child form they made them cross dress and wear an onesei with the help of their relatives or friends

Gods- Poseidon, thor, beelzebub, Buddha, ebisu

Human- Lu Bu, jack, hercules, qin shuang, tesla

Thats all thank you!

-You woke up, expecting to hear your husband snoring softly, but you startled away, hearing the crying of a baby.

-You sat up and saw a toddler that looked exactly like your husband, your eyes wide as you gawked before you picked him up, holding him to your chest, “Now-now (God), it’s okay, no more tears.”

-Almost instantly he calmed down, sniffling softly as he looked up at you while you were internally panicking, questioning how did this happen?!

-You found some clothes to dress your toddler husband, as it was the middle of winter, it was chilly, and you didn’t want him to get sick before you made a few calls about what to do.

Poseidon- Much like your normal husband, he was mostly silent, unless you tried to sit him down, then he whined, reaching his hands for you, not wanting you to leave him, which hurt your heart. When Hades arrived he was stunned, seeing Poseidon did indeed turn back into a toddler, but he didn’t seem to have any of his memories, as when Hades tried to take him, Poseidon’s hands wound in your dress, refusing to let you go, whining. Hades said he would look into it, which you thanked him for. Poseidon yawned deeply and you smiled, hugging him to you, “Shall we lay down together?” he made a sound of affirmation, and you curled up next to him, holding him as he was quickly asleep. You pressed a kiss to his temple before falling asleep yourself. When you woke, you were curled up to your husband’s bare chest, back to normal, you relaxed only for a moment before you paused, ‘I should have taken pictures!’

Thor- He was silent, not crying or whining, but he refused to let you go and refused to let you put him down, holding onto your dress, which made you smile softly, “You were just as clingy grown as you are now.” You played with him, enjoying seeing your husband as a child, taking a few photos which made you smile before Odin arrived, who was stunned to see his son a toddler once more. Thor didn’t want to go to his father, whining for the first time when he picked the child up, his arms waving to you, only wanting you as you took him from Odin. The elder told you the spell should be gone by tomorrow, as it was a simple spell and for you to not worry before he left. You smiled down at Thor, pecking his chubby cheek and in an instant POOF, your husband, stark naked was holding you in his arms, blinking down at you, confused as to what happened.

Beelzebub- He was clingy as an adult, constantly having you on his lap while he researched, but even as a child, he refused to be apart from you, actually crying when you tried to step away for a moment to get food for him, making you carry him at all times. You held him as you looked through his own research notes, hoping to find something as to why your husband was now a baby, but unfortunately not finding anything. You spoke to him like you normally would, inquiring if he had any ideas about what happened, but he just shoved his hand into his mouth, gurgling quietly at you. You couldn’t help the thirty photos you took of him, having no regrets. When your husband yawned, you smiled, “Are you tired?” he held his hands up, whining lightly and you cradled him to your chest, pressing a kiss to his forehead as you sat on the bed, leaning back so he slept on your chest. When you woke up, he was back to normal thankfully, but when you told him about what had happened and showed you the pictures, your twiddled your fingers together, asking him for a baby, which made him freeze, his face flushing.

Buddha- If you thought he was a gremlin as an adult, he was such a pain as a child, if you made any inclination you were going to put him down to get something, his hands were gripping at you, already having brought tears to his eyes, and pouting up at you, making you feel like such a bad guy that you couldn’t bring yourself to do it, holding him close to you for most of the day. One other thing that was the same, he was a snack fiend, constantly wanting more and more snacks, which was cute and you couldn’t help but take pictures to remember this by. As the day progressed Buddha shivered from the cold weather, crawling into your arms, whining softly. You held him close, wrapping a blanket around the two of you as you headed for the bedroom for a light nap, pecking his cheek gently. When Buddha woke up, back to normal, he had no memories of what had happened and his jaw dropped when you showed him the photos and he chuckled, laughing to see that he loved snacks even as a toddler.

Ebisu- You cooed at him, rubbing your cheek against his, “You’re so cute Ebisu~~” he whined, pushing your cheek away but as soon as you tried to put him down, he cried, wanting to stay with your arms. You couldn’t help but smile, seeing your husband was just as tsundere as a toddler with you, making you cuddle him again. He pushed his hands against your chest, trying to push you away until he paused, squeezing your boobs some more, instantly giggling and you rolled your eyes, “Yep, you’re my husband, a titty obsessed, tsundere, cutie-pie.” He glared up at you at the nickname, making you giggle before you took a couple of photos before carrying him to get something to eat. Just like your husband, as soon as he ate, he was knocked out, snoring softly, which gave you the chance to observe him a bit more, taking a few more pictures before you laid down with him, kissing him softly on the cheek. When you both awoke, you showed him the pictures of what had happened, he was in shock but was quickly blushing as you batted your eyes up at him, “My love~ I want a baby.” He sputtered, in complete shock at your request, but he didn’t say no.

Lu Bu- You were surprised to see he was born with pointy teeth as he looked around, confused as to where he was until he looked up at you. His hand wound into your dress, keeping a hold of you while you smiled, “You’re so cute~!” you made sure to take photos, wanting to keep this memory always as you got him something to eat, but you were surprised when he crawled into your lap, wanting to eat with you, which made you smile, pressing a kiss to his temple. POOF, instantly your naked husband was sitting on your lap, quickly turning so he wouldn’t squish you as he looked around, confused before he saw that he was naked. You giggled at his confusion, explaining to him what had happened and showed him the pictures, making him gawk before you cupped your cheeks, “You were so cute as a baby~!” he was quick to pin you down, making you squeal as he laid down, pinning you down, not wanting to deal with your teasing at the moment.

Jack- He was so cute as baby, you didn’t want to put him down, putting on violin music and dancing with him, making him laugh with delight as you spun, his hands on your cheeks, making you coo at him. He still wanted tea, which you made him some decaffeinated tea for him, sipping it on your lap while you took a few photos, “You’re so cute Jack~” he looked up at you, his red eye sparkling at you which made you smile warmly. Once tea was done, you picked him up again after he pointed at the music player, wanting to dance again. His hands came to your cheeks again, smiling warmly up at you as you giggled, pressing a kiss to his cheek and he returned it. POOF you bare naked husband was standing in your arms, staring down at you in shock before he pulled back, his hands coming to cover himself, “Why am I naked?” you wrapped him in a blanket and showed him the photos of what had happened as you gushed, “You were so cute as a baby!...Jack… I want a baby.” His spat out his tea, after you gave him some proper tea, and his could only stare, seeing you were completely serious.

Hercules- You couldn’t help but squeal as you twirled around with the giggling toddler that was your husband, getting to pick him up for once, as he giggled in delight, hugging you around the neck as you cuddled him close, “You’re so cute Hercules!!” he grinned warmly up at you as you rubbed your cheek against his own. You two had so much fun together, eating snacks, cuddling, and playing out in the snow together. After a long day, he yawned deeply, cuddled up to you in the bath, tired after playing with the bubbles. You dried him off before you dried yourself and held him close to you as he was quickly out. You pecked his forehead gently, “Come back to me soon my love.” When you awoke in the morning, you were being held on a familiar large chest and a soft sigh of content left you, happy he was back to normal.

Qin Shi Huang- The number of pictures you took was staggering, you were almost embarrassed, but you couldn’t help it! Your husband was just so cute!! He was very whiny however, constantly wanting to be in your arms, hugging you close while you held him, which you thought was cute, as he was quite clingy normally. You walked outside with him, letting him giggle up at the gently falling snow for a bit before you returned back inside, wrapping the two of you up in a blanket to cuddle, as you could see he was getting sleepy, rubbing his eyes. He babbled up at you as you leaned back, and you smiled, knowing he wanted his goodnight kiss, just like normal and you pecked his forehead. POOF! Your naked husband was suddenly on top of you, looking down at you in confusion, “Y/N? What’s going on?” you told him how you found him this morning, showing pictures as proof but he grinned, “Why so many?” you couldn’t help but hold your cheeks, “You were so cute!” he laughed warmly, wrapping his arms around you, hugging you tightly, saying you were the cute one.

Nikola- You weren’t surprised to see that he was just as smart when he was only a toddler, looking at picture books with you, getting excited when he saw something he knew, tapping the page with his hands, babbling up at you. You were happy to hold him on your lap for once, cuddling him as he was so tiny and cute! When it started to snow he pointed, making noises and you picked him up, taking him outside and he giggled, holding his hands up to the sky. You were only outside for about ten minutes, returning back inside when he started to shiver and you cuddled him close, curling up on your bed with him as you cooed up at you, his cold hands touching your cheeks. His hand pressed against your lips, babbling again and you smiled warmly, peppering his forehead and cheeks with kisses, making him squeal with delight before POOF, Nikola stared down at you, stark naked as you squeaked in surprise. He looked around, curious as to what had happened before you grinned up at him, your arms around his neck, “You were such a cute baby Nikola~ I want to have a baby with you!” your words stunned him stiff, shocking him while you lifted your hand to your lips, “Oops!” he collapsed down on top of you, his face burning red at your request.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror poseidon #ror thor #ror beelzebub #ror buddha #ror ebisu #ror lu bu #ror jack the ripper #ror heracles #ror qin shi huang #ror tesla

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doxypsychlean · 2 years

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Comforting them: Aegon II Targaryen, Aemond One-Eye Targaryen

|Headcanons|

Thou shan't repost/copy/ translate any of my work or I'll sneak into your home late at night and bite your nose off!

English isn't my first language. I don't proofread. I slap commas wherever I feel they're needed.

A/N: So ep.10 got leaked...Poor Vhagar, old girl probs just acted out of habit. Can't blame her tho. If some kid spat in my face out of nowhere, I'd probs do the same.

He just can't catch a break. Especially with Aemond around.

Kid throws him under the bus 24/7

"Aegon told me", "Aegon did it", "It was Aegon's idea", etc.

Their lord father ignores them for the most of it and lets the two do what they want.

He wishes he could say the same about their mother.

Not spending enough time with his siblings? Smack. Teaching young Aemond dirty jokes he'd heard from strangers on the Street of Silk? Smack.

She definitely beat his ass once she found out he'd taken Aemond to a brothel. It was bad. Aegon walked around the castle with an imprint of the Queen's hand on his face for a week straight.

"You should be watching over them! They're just children!"

His mother often forgot he was a child himself.

He'd start to shut off to the world.

Then your paths will cross.

He's so deprived of affection, Aegon can't help himself but to stick to you like glue the moment you show concern for his well-being.

From that moment on, he runs to you whenever something bad happens.

His father yells at him? Off he goes, searching for you.

His mother slaps him around? He shows up at your door late at night and without saying a word, throws himself into your hands.

You're the only person he truly loves and cares for.

Years pass. You two- no longer children.

When the Queen breaks the news to him that he'll have to marry his sister, he simply shrugs his shoulders.

"No."

"I don't believe I asked for your opinion on the matter, Aegon."

"And yet here I am, telling you it won't happen. I'm not marrying Helaena."

"Then who? Who will take you?"

"I've got someone in mind."

Smack. Smack. Smack.

He comes back to you later that evening, lower lip split and bloody, a bruise on his cheek.

He's smiling from ear to ear.

"We're getting married, you and I."

"Come again?"

The Queen had relented after a long monologue on his side.

Long story short, he'd explained to her how you'd been there for him through all these years. How you were the only person that had ever showed love and affection for him. How he'd rather jump from the highest tower of the Red Keep, than have to spend the rest of his life without you.

He'd always been a manipulative little shit.

But he was yours and you were his.

You live your happily ever after.

Together.

He'd tried everything at this point.

He even prayed once.

Still, no dragon.

He hated the Dragon Pit.

Standing around as his brother and nephews bonded with their dragons was painful to watch.

Not to mention the three princes always made fun of him.

Then came the day he had the displeasure of meeting the Pink Dread.

You were walking around the enormous castle while your lord father was busying himself with discussing "urgent matters" with the King. You came across a guard dragging this dirty white haired boy in the opposite direction, towards the Queen's private quarters.

"What happened to you?

"A dragon."

He didn't know you.

That bugged him to no end.

Not long after, Aemond approached you.

He was spoiled and arrogant, that much was obvious.

Then his brother and nephews appeared, as if out of nowhere. His confidence -poof- gone.

"Brother, will you be accompanying us to the Dragon Pit? It's about time you take the almighty Pink Dread for a ride, don't you think?"

The boys left him there, red-faced and squeezing his small fists in rage.

You tried asking, but he ran off.

An hour or so later, Aemond was back.

He told you all about the cruel jokes.

About how he'd do anything to have a dragon of his own.

Kid actually cried a bit.

Made you swear to never say a word about it.

Instead of cowering in fear, you offered a sad smile. And a bear hug. Like, one of those that damn near breaks every bone in your upper body.

Ooh, that's all the young prince needed to develop the fattest crush on you.

You turn into a permanent resident of the Red Keep.

Don't ask. He has his ways.

First thing he does after coming back to King's Landing on dragon back was head for your chambers.

"Guess what?"

"Oh Gods, Aemond! What happened?! Are you alright?!"

"Nevermind that, guess how I got back here?"

"Who did this to you?"

"Ugh, just come with me."

He drags you all the way to Vhagar.

You and the large dragon stare at eachother as the prince smiles like a madman.

Something inside you is telling you that you and the beast shared the same thought. He's mad. Completely fucking insane.

You knocked his ass to the ground right then and there.

You could've swore Vhagar let at a huff of approval as she watched you try and knock some sense into Aemond.

He never bothered to wear his eyepatch around you.

You might have hinted to him that blue suits him.

Yep, you chose the sapphire yourself. He insisted.

It turns sour once the people around court start staring and commenting on his appearance.

All it took was for you to have a little chit-chat with one or two noble ladies for the rest to quiet down.

Still, Aemond's insecurity grew with the years.

Good thing he had you around to reassure him.

"Gods, you look fine. That damn patch won't grow legs and run off, Aemond. Relax."

"Hmmmmm..."

He's definitely blushing every time you say something like that

You've definitely had to kick Aegon's ass a few times.

Aemond wasn't sure if it was even possible, but he sorta fell more in love with you every time you dragged his brother to him, so Aegon could apologize for his rudeness.

The years went by quickly.

One day you receive a letter from your lord father. He'd decided to marry you off to some Lannister lord.

You run to Aemond. Tears streaming down your face, the letter from your father still in your hand.

He quickly snatches it from you. The second the words settle in, he turns his back on you and leaves you to stand there, heartbroken and confused.

Both him and Vhagar dissappear from the capital for a few days. Absolutely no one knows where they are.

He returns not long after, during the hour of the wolf.

"You'll be marrying no Lannister. Not while I'm around."

"What did you do?"

"Nevermind that, the matter is settled."

"You idiot, what did you do?"

"Ugh, just come with me."

He drags you to the throne room.

His whole family is there, along with the High Septon.

You get where this is going.

You two get married that same night.

#aemond targaryen #aemond one eye #aemond targaryen fanfic #hotd fanfic #game of thrones #hotd #aegon ii x reader #aegon ii targaryen #aemond targaryen x reader #headcanon #requests open

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bluginkgo · 7 months

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Quick announcement (before the diarrhea of information):

I'm gonna go on a semi-hiatus for a week or so. I'll still be around, just not posting any drawings. Need to replenish my energy and drawing reserves cause I'm dead >_<

Sleep behind scenes!

So... Ginkgo why the hell did this take you so long? Sorry, sorry 😅 Here's what happened. I got burned out after like 10 pages (specifically the manor backgrounds killed me, plus having the full gang in the story) and then got sick and was not feeling all that great. Working through the burn out, sick, AND college work on top was quite hard not gonna lie though, but I wanted to finish it ^^

Alright, now as for little unnecessary Easter eggs, I added as nods to the show and my other interests. ^_^

1. Undertale save point. Undertale had me sucked in for a good long while, and for some odd reason decided to re-emerge in a form of the star save. Made it purple for Uzi's effect over N. She made him more rebellious, so he started to question why is it his memories and dreams are strange/corrupted/missing instead of just going with the flow.

2. Ep3 nod. V and N have history, history that I wish we get to see. V was nicer, kinder, in my opinion, prior to the absolute solver going rampage. So it makes sense for them to have some sort of friendship at the VERY least. So I decides to give it a small spin to it too. A direct quote from ep3 ^_^

3. Ep 2 + 5 nod. I kinda pulled the moment when James dismissed N from ep2 together with events that follow after N leaves library in ep5. Chronologically, these events don't fit together, seeing as ep2 is when N first meets Cyn and ep5 is when she's already set up the massacre. But this is exactly what I was going for. N's memories are jumbled at best, so I took liberty in mixing, matching, and editing his memories just as the admin program would probably.

4. Absolute Solver symbols nod. My chats with @absolute-solver (sorry for annoying you with tag 😅) made me realize that the absolute solver ought to have more presence now. It's activated and running systems in the background for Uzi. Whiiiiich means that drawing absolute solver should start now. BUT, it's rudimentary at best. Symbols don't really make sense and are not completed for most of the time. Not until Uzi at least sees the error message in ep2, when she truly starts questioning what that weird symbol on her visor is. I headcanon that N does know or at least feel that the absolute solver symbol is familiar, hence the little comment.

5. Absolute Solver Nori. Why is there so many absolute solver Nori around? I'm certain she went back to normal, just like in pictures Khan showed us in ep4 post core collapse. But I connected the solvers together here. Uzi's absolute solver string is up and running, and because the solver is a hivemind, it'd connect the memories and warp them a little. So that's why Uzi's doodle of her and Nori at the end (and during memory recall) was so full of absolute solver. It's slowly taking root, whether she wants it to or not.

Personal touches/added/cut ideas:

N's tail wrapping around Uzi like a hug. Originally, Uzi was supposed to look more nervous, but not for the reasons you might think. I cut the nervous look to a more upset look so it wouldn't be confused for fear. Uzi's never scared of N (yes, I don't count ep2 either, that was a lot of events at once and very little time to process them). The nervous look was more of a "Why are you butting in?" type, you know? Being a loner makes you cautious, so when N prods at feelings, I figured Uzi would be a bit defensive.

Cyn is fully rendered and yet I glitched her so much I felt bad. So here's full absolute solver Cyn eldrich monster thingy. ^_^

I pulled a Hazbin hotel moment. Did you see it? Abracadabra GONE! All the scraps from first couple pages with NUzi chatting POOFED out of the existence. Did I get lazy and tired? Yes, that was the tell tale sign of burn out, when I stopped keeping track of background details and just kept the pod.

These progress shots show pretty well how the story boarding goes and how I change my mind too easily. 😅 storyboard is still as much of a mess as ever, sketch shows you I was gonna keep Uzi's hat, but decided against it in final product. I figured this. Nori gave Uzi the jacket whenever Uzi got a bigger body + hair. These are the same jacket and hair Uzi has in canon. Uzi's body is just upgraded again and her hair gets shorter in that regard. The jacket would be big on her, and cover her hands, but what's up with the fluff if I draw canon jacket more spiky? And where's the death battery drawing? I headcanon Uzi drew those on once she got into the angsty teenager stage. The jacket is more spiky from wear and tear.

Fun fact! You can sorta tell who's gonna show up in the comic by what memes I post prior. Here's some examples ^_^ Cyn showed up, and that was first practice with maid outfits and Cyn's eldrich form. Closely followed by manor gang, the second/final form of maid and butler outfits and prime practice for those scenes. This example is a bit spoiler for a meme I'm working on right now! I've never drawn Nori before, so I quickly sketched out the idea and continued on with the comic (otherwise, I'd lose my steam and procrastinate on it again). Memes are filler for you guys while I work on the actual projects (comics), and along the way, they give me practice and change in drawing style ^_^

Is it a coincidence that this comic is called Sleep with the release of a certain horror game? Actually, yeah pure coincidence 😅 I had this drafted allll the way back in November, and didn't take particular interest in poppy playtime until I saw lanky boi, which was actually during a stream I watched on release day of the chapter.

(I didn't know tumblr, or at least the phone app, had a tag limit of 30, BOY was I surprised @brookiedaaroacecookie that must have been THE tag city, sorry 😅)

Next comic is Loneliness 1 and 2

This one is split into 2 POVs from both Uzi and N side, thus its 2 separate comics. That one will be more NUzi centered, too, a slight angst and comfort spin to it. That will come... sometime. I have a few more projects I wanna finish up with prior to starting on these guys ^_^

Why are you still reading this? Omg, have a cookie 🍪 you made it. Have a nice day now ^_^

#murder drones #glitch productions #uzi doorman #murder drones fanart #murder drones uzi #murder drones serial designation n #serial designation n #serial designation v #murder drones n #murder drones v #bluginkgo's comics #the absolutesolver #murder drones absolute solver #murder drones cyn

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thegnomelord · 8 months

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Chomp

- 🦈

(Alright Brainrot time! Lets shake some stuff up a tad.I spun a wheel and it landed on gaz, (thats i lie he needs more love) This is a bit long so get ready! A song i listen too was breakfast by half alive. It was so good.

Gaz always loved the night sky, despite how much his mother caws at him that it's dangerous to be out flying in the dark. What if you hit a skyscraper, you cant tell where the coulds are, what if you fly into a jet engine or out to sea?!

Gaz would try and calm his mother from lossing her feathers. "Its fine ma! Everything has lights now!" He would coo, giving her a good hug before taking off. As true as it is, he dosent tell the whole truth of where he flyes off too.

The forest pitch dark and void of any light, perfect for the stars to shine without any pollution made by humans. Night after night he'd always love the feeling of flying on his back and just gazing at the stars.

He knows that there's a possiblity that theyre dead, but isnt it just the more beautiful. You're witnising the efforts, the energy of a giant ball of pure flaming gas long after its been gone. It gives him the hope there's always something after the life he lives. That there's always more then just the void.

And the void adores him for it. He dosent know the stars stare back at him. Twinkling, blinking and cooing, burning as much as their mass as they can, to alluminate the tricks the happy harpy would make in the night.

The void always reaches out to him, wishing to just pluck him from the earths atmosphere and craddle him in the cold vaccume of their arms.

The closest they could ever get to them were their dreams. Lucid and fragile, if Gaz were to ever focus and try to remember their face, they'd poof and wake up drenched in sweat that he'd have to clean from his feathers.

He'd beg. Whenever he'd be just a bit concious. To tell them anything, anyway they'd could meet up. To see each other and actually be there to hug him, to love him.

The void tries, with all they have, to tell him. Their rituals, their cults, their practices, anything. But after being forgotten into the times of the past, it was hard to hold a conversation that gaz could actually remember.

So the only word, that he void knew gaz could recall was their name, one that mortals could utter.

It nearly drove Gaz mad when he couldn't find anything. Not a word of their exsitence. Seriously! He studied latin for this?!

One thing that keeps him going, keeps him sane, is his dreams.

He'd meet people he felt were real, people who were just as smitten with the void as him.

A werewolf that would have the funkiest mowhawk even when he'd bring along his wolf soul. They'd tustle and play in the fields of tall grass their void would create for them just to playi in.

A dragon-born with the prettiest wings. Snarky and daredevil attitude, challenging gaz to th stupidest ideas. Where they'd challenge each other to races, practice arial performances and get tossed around by the void.

A human, with a horrendous home life. That the void was his only safe space away from all the horrors. Gaz would tell him stories and recipies his family would cook, in attempts to share the love. Their void would craddle them in better warmth then when his mother would wrap him in a hug before he grew in his plumage.

He knew these people were real, they held coversations he could remember, their face grew with the passage of time they knew of each other, their faces and their names, their likes and personalities. They were all consistent.

He just hoped that one day, they could meet.)

FUCK SHARKY THAT"S SO GOODXDDDXDXD

IDK why but this reminds me of that one post on here where the earth is wrapped around the wings of a giant raven and the moon is it's eye. And the raven is absolutely in love with the world and the little people on it, but most of all it loves the beings that stare up at it's star speckled wings with adoration.

oh oh, what if it's not the first time Gaz has met them? What if they all fell for the void beyond their world countless millennia ago, meeting up when they all inevitably died to be cradled by the thing they loved most.

But eternal life is boring for those who weren't made to be eternal, so after hearing their wishes you let them return to earth, casting their souls to be reborn and live and die and reborn again just like the moon waxes and wanes. Sometimes they meet to fall in love all over again, sometimes they live in times of peace, sometimes they're born on opposing sides of the same conflict, never sure why the face of their enemy feels so intimately familiar until death reminds them of everything.

And you're there, watching, waiting, seeing that same love in their eyes be born over and over and over again.

#gnome's tea break #gnome correspondence #🦈anon #idk my head hurts from cramming neuro info #and I feel like I don't know shit #but this came to me so meh

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assistant-mepad · 6 days

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I-I’ve um, I’ve never had anyone WANT my theories…oh gosh, where to start…

OH!

As the viewers, we get to see MephoneX’s ‘methods’, if you will, which almost every time was only to get close to them, then just like that, POOF, they’re gone, but in Toilet’s “death scene”, X has a freaky taser hand, which he didn’t use on a single other person since then. I used my amazing smart brain to put two and two together and come up with the idea that the taser was to incapacitate him, NOT to kill him. Because why would MephoneX need to use it if he could just delete him?

ALSO, MephoneX is only out for the ones Mephone4 created, and if we really took a look back at ALL of Mephone4’s work, and everyone he let into his show, Toilet was one of the few people he genuinely disliked. If he had everyone exactly how he wanted them, why on earth would he have made someone he hated to be his cohost? And if Toilet wasn’t made by Mephone4, then MephoneX would have no business deleting him. Though, I do suspect that MephoneX took him forcefully to MeCloud to be dealt with by Cobs.

And also, you can call me Star ^_^

-🌟⬇️ (Starfall anon because it’s pretty… ^_^)

🧬✮ [ ' As you are, well, the "viewer," how much of MePhoneX do you get to see before the contestants are -- deleted? Do you get to see if he really ever raised his arms in the same manner he did for Toilet, ' ]

🧬✮ [ ' Don't get me wrong, I'm fully on board with the idea of Toilet being alive, and being able to see him again. But maybe he. . Is gone. ' ]

🧬✮ [ ' But, going off of your theories, - which I think are quite interesting! - Did you have any other theories to do with what Cobs may be doing with him? ' ]

#And yes #ii mepad #mepad ii #inanimate insanity #osc #inanimate insanity mepad #mepad #object shows #ii #this was kinda rushed

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thevoidofnothingness · 1 year

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if this is our first kiss, why are your lips so familiar?

“Hey, have you talked to Fionna recently?”

Marshall stopped strumming his guitar and looked up at Gary, who until 2 seconds ago, was quietly baking his heavenly baked goods (at the request of Marshall).

“Not really. Like I said, she always comes and goes whenever she wants. Especially after she gets fired. Which happens like, a lot.” Yet Gary didn’t look convinced. “Why, when was the last time you spoke with her?”

“Spoke? Probably that night she was a corpse walking while looking for Cake and I made her an iced coffee. She yelled something about too much ice and then poof, gone. I was worried back then too, but knew I was supposed to see her the next day anyways and let it go.” Gary made another face. “Actually, the last time I communicated at all with her at all was the day I met you and she texted me that she was fine.”

“Huh, that was a good day. Got a new vinyl and got to taste more of your stuff. Baked, I mean.” The pink tint that covered Gary’s cheeks did not go unnoticed by Marshall.

He’s been doing that a lot in the last week that they’ve been hanging out. Saying things in a way that he knew would cause Gary to fluster in some way, trying to get his face to match his hair. After Fionna’s disappearing act, their main friend left a hole in their normal routine that needed filling and they did that for each other.

“Yeah, good day all around besides my investors hating me and everything I’ve ever worked for.” Marshall winced at the mention of that particular part of their day.

“And while you won’t let me take blame even though it was all my fault, I’m still sorry about that.” And that was the other thing. Gary had been down since the Lemoncarb twins shot down his idea for his bakery. Marshall took full blame for that incident, even after Gary tried to make him feel better about bringing them in.

And there lies the issue. Gary Prince. It was like there was some string that would tighten every time Gary made him feel something . Whether it was annoyance, amusement, or some third thing he tried to avoid thinking about, the pull Marshall felt towards the other man was clear. It felt comforting. It felt familiar. And the familiar feeling is what confused Marshall. After all, before that day in Fionna’s apartment, he had never even spoken to the man. He lived a life free of any Gary Princes. And now, as forward and naive as it sounded, Marshall felt like he couldn’t live his life without him.

Gary came up to him and grabbed his face between his hands. “Hey, I told you it was okay! You were just trying to do what you thought would help me. I can see and appreciate the kind intent even without proper results.” Marshall froze, being hyper aware of the fact that their faces were very close together, their noses inches apart. “You’d do that for anyone.”

And Marshall couldn’t help himself. “No, I wouldn’t.” He couldn’t lie to Gary right now. He felt an overwhelming need to express just how far he had gone for Gary. “I wouldn’t call in a favor with my mother for just anyone.” He had to let him know that he wasn’t just anyone. Gary Prince was special.

“You called your mom for me?” While he’s mentioned his strained relationship with his mother, he hadn’t disclosed exactly when the last time he spoke to her was.

“Yeah, I asked if she could send the Lemoncarb twins to this bakery because the next great thing was happening right under her nose and if she didn’t scoop you up, she’d regret it for the rest of his life.” Gary’s eyes widened at the end. He searched Marshall’s face for any lies before determining the obvious. There was no reason for Marshall to lie to him.

“You mean that?” Before Marshall could answer, Gary was pulling him forward until their lips met. It was a sweet and brief kiss. One that, unfortunately, would become the only kiss shared between Marshall Lee and Gary Prince.

Yet that isn’t the end of the story. Because in another universe, unknown to the couple, a mission was completed that allowed magic back into the universe of the adventurer Fionna and her feline companion Cake.

And due to the rebirth of Ooo, the return of all of its citizens' former lives and memories is possible.

And now there stood two people. Two people that had met before even the birth of Fionna. Two people whose lives had been intertwined with one another for decades, attempting to leave but being pulled toward one another every single time. A pull that transcended anything the universe could throw at them, even when the universe was rewritten. A fact that they both seem to realize that brought a smile to their faces. So instead of a Marshall Lee and a Gary Prince who have just kissed for the first time, you have Marshall Lee, the vampire king, and Prince Gumball, the ruler of the Candy Kingdom, kissing for their hundredth, thousandth, maybe millionth time, and feeling the same sparks as if it was their first.

#fionna and cake #marshall lee #gary prince #prince gumball #fanfic #short fanfic #cross posted on ao3 #gumlee

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How To Lose A Lucifer in 10 Days. 11 [Appleradio, Radioapple]

Step 11: Reach out to him

The ticking of the clock in the office of Bel sound so loud for some reason. Bel had Alastor laying down on the bed as she pressed lightly on his abdomen, around the area where the baby was supposed to be growing. Her fingers glowed in a soft purple when in contact with Alastor's skin as she was gathering whatever data was necessary.

He knew already that it was still too early to there be any major visible changes, thanks to his experience with Lilith, but Alastor was so slim as it was that he did look like he at least had a decent breakfast. Nothing that would make Charlie, Emily or anyone for that matter to ask what was wrong, if he was okay, if he had gone to the doctor already.

Sitting on his chair on the corner of the office, Lucifer saw the face of Alastor as the he followed the movements of Bel with a slight frown at the unwanted contact. The eyebags in his face were dark and heavy, traces of bad nights that Lucifer wished knew how to fix, but he hasn't still found the secret formula to do it for himself either. His own insomnnia just didn't show on his face yet.

"How is the search for our Luci?" asked Bel.

Alastor didn't seem any more willing to answer than he was to like the examination, so Lucifer had to step up instead.

"Uh, not great" admitted with half an uncomfortable grin. "The last one we tried was… a fucking nightmare to be honest. Did you know that the ocean is really, really big? As in, ridiculously ginormous? It's like an entire ring on itself down there. And aquatic demons live there that do not like anyone just swimming around their place. So that was another week we spend just looking and hoping something happen. Thank fuck for Emily that could help us to keep track off of where we were going because that could have taken forever without her. But uh… when we finally were close to the thing, it kinda… got eaten by a demonic whale and, before we knew it, it went poof. I have no idea what he wished for, but the stone just took them out of here faster than you could blink. Apparently you don't really need words for that thing to work, just a very strong wish in your hear or something like that. So that is nice to know" He cleared his throat, looking down. "There is still a thing on the Wrath Ring we have to look into. I asked Satan if he knew anything or heard something, but no luck there so we are going to just have a look around and see for ourselves."

"That is unfortunate" Bel commented and a small frown could be appreciated between two of her bigger eyes. "Maybe too unfortunate. Are you sure you guys weren't cursed or something?"

"No, no, no" said Lucifer, scratching the back of his neck. He would brush his hair back but the imp horns were in the middle and annoyed him to discover them every time. "We… checked already with Stolas. Charlie insisted on it. No, it's just… I don't know. Bad luck?"

Although he couldn't blame Bel or Charlie to come to that conclusion. It was absurd how much bad luck they could have. If someone didn't grab the stone before they could and used it, then it turned out it had been moved entirely and they had to search for it again or go to Vassago to get a new location. They wasted three days just looking for the stone of Charlie when someone, somehow, stoled it from him in the streets and that was a new different potion to get, with a target that was constantly moving. When they finally did caught the necklace again, it had been abandoned on a dumpster and there wasn't even anyone around to take any frustrations on. Not that stopped Alastor from throwing a couple of junk cars into traffic or nearby buildings. That was an exhausting day for everyone. Including the people who got crushed under the pile of trash suddenly coming through their windows.

But the day that stupid whale ate the stone was the worst of all. Alastor had come out of the water dripping as he shapeshifted his body to function over land again and barely aknowledged Charlie coming over with towells, trying to dry him up as she hesitantly tried to cheer him up, promising it was going to be okay. Lucifer didn't even know that he had that power, but it barely took him a couple of tries before he could open gills on the side of his neck in order to follow Lucifer underwater, because there was no way in hell he was just going to wait on the sand like Charlie had. Lucifer accepted the towell that Emily came to offer him, throwing glances towards Alastor.

The radio demon, the King Overlord who had tainted every attempt of theirs with the blood of someone else at some point, whose hunger always awakened at their failure, haven't killed nobody on their way up. Neither on their way back home. The murder intent was completely gone out of his face as he kissed Charlie's forehead to shut up her attempt at insist that they would get it on the next stop. His voice sounded almost sleepy as he said that it was fine. When they went back to the hotel, Alastor walked directly behind the bar, behind a Husk who knew already not to ask how it went, and grabbed a bottle to take with him to the elevator. Charlie followed him twisting her hands together, not knowing what to say. Just for that did Alastor stopped on his track. He came up to her and patted her head.

"Swimming got me very tired, little fawn" said, stretching his smile even more. "I just need to rest, that is all."

"A-alright" said Charlie, eyeing the bottle. It was a heavy one. "But uh… are you going to be okay?"

"I am okay now" Alastor brushed her bangs back to kiss her forehead, holding her cheeks. "You should rest too, dear. It will be fine. I am not drinking all of this by myself. A glass before bed never harmed anyone, so erase that frown, little fawn. Your father gave you a too pretty face for that."

Then Alastor had gone up the elevator with his bottle. That had happened two days ago and the night after that another bottle was missing from the shelf that Husk had to cover up with a new one. Alastor was still assisting to all the meals with his daughters, that never changed, but there was a slow blinking that happened more frequently than not, a small reluctance to move his body at all, a second more than necessary to respond when someone spoke to him. Only his voice and his face could have fooled anyone, remaining just as active as they usually were, but someone who paid attention could tell. The two princesses could. After following so closely that man towards their shared goal, Lucifer could too. Neither of them three knew what to do with that awareness.

He hated to say it, but Alastor was slowly reminding him to Bel's usual demeanor. That could only mean that Alastor was taking her pills after all. The pills that shouldn't really be mixed with alcohol. According to the information he couldn't find online, the effects varied greatly from person to person. To some people it would do nothing at all. To others it could make them to allucinate or make them have the worst trip of their lives. The lack of information regarding how any of that applied to a magical pregnancy in a fallen was not comforting in the slighteast. All his result searches kept saying only that it wouldn't negatively impact the fetus and that was it.

"Good news at least" commented Bel finally lifting her hands up. Alastor promptly buttoned up his shirt again as he sit upright. Lucifer noticed it took him to tries to get it right. "The baby is developing as it should. Everything is normal at this stage. You two did a good job."

Alastor didn't respond to the praise, struggling with the last button, so Lucifer did.

"Thanks, Bel. Should we be changing anything from now on or just do the same as before?"

"After the first month, at least five minutes of magic two times a week at minimum. The next month come see me again for another check up" said Bel to Alastor, who nodded slowly, like every movement he did. "Do you have any question? Have you noticed any physical changes now?"

"My head hurts a lot" said Alastor, blinking as he looked at her. "I don't know if that is to be expected or related."

"Could be" said Bel, even more slowly. "Stress does that to most people too."

"I am not stressed."

Alastor said it as if someone had asked him the color of his hair. Yes, of course it was red, couldn't you tell already?

"Okay" Bel turned to see Lucifer and Lucifer shrugged, not knowing what else he could say. "Does it make you sensitive to light? Dizzy?"

"No. Just bothers me."

"It could be just lack of sleep. As long you have a physical body, that body needs to rest. Have you been sleeping well?"

Alastor shrugged.

"The expected amount."

That wasn't what Bel asked, noticed Lucifer.

"Mmm" Bel looked to the side, to her wall full of colorful pills for almost anything someone could need. "Do you want a refill or you would like a dreamless sleep?"

Alastor nodded his head before realizing that wasn't the right answer.

"The second one" said, standing up of the bed just as Bel stand up from her chair.

She grabbed another bottle from the shelf and gave it to him.

"One should do the trick. Two only if it's not working. If that headache continues, I can prescribe you a good painkiller."

"Hey" intervened Lucifer, since Alastor wasn't going to do it, apparently. He pointed at the pills as the radio demon put them on his pocket. "What are the effects of those ones with alcohol?"

"Are you drinking?" asked Bel to Alastor, the most softest of frowns on her face.

Alastor shrugged, reaching out to put his coat. Bel seemed to take that as her actual answer.

"They should be the same as the other ones" said Bel, relaxing her face again. "If it didn't had any negative effects before, they won't have it now. Does that help you?"

"I guess" said Alastor, sending a glare to Lucifer. "I am not a drunk, for your information."

"I didn't say you were, buddy" Lucifer lifted his hands. "But she is your doctor, she should know."

Alastor groaned, but otherwise didn't add anything. He finally finished putting up his coat and turned, nodding his head to Bel.

"We will be here next month" assured, taking his leave first, as apparenty was already the usual.

"Thank you, Bel" said Lucifer, shaking her hand. "We really appreciate your work."

"Do a transference today after he had something to eat" said Bel. "That should help him to sleep."

"Alright" Lucifer sighed. A good night of sleep sounded good for him too, but he could manage trying to get one for Alastor now.

Back on the hallway, Lucifer walked over to Alastor.

"If Charlie or Emily asks" said Alastor without looking at him, "say we were in the Wrath Ring doing a preliminary research. Not a encouraging one in the end."

Lucifer took a breath, biting down any comment about how they should probably know by now. He wasn't stupid enough to not realize that Alastor wasn't going to hear any of it. Doing so would be to admit that Lucifer was not coming back any time soon to make the announcement. They both knew that stones was their last chance. If they failed with that one, they could only depend on the other side to find the solution.

"Sure" said finally. "Bel said to make a transference today after dinner" added before he opened up the portal.

"Very well" Alastor traspassed to the other side and Lucifer through suit, just in time to see Alastor dissapear on his shadow towards the elevator just as Emily caught sight of them. Leaving Lucifer to bullshit his out of not worrying her.

True to his word, he was planning to go to Alastor's room as soon he finished with his plate on the dinning room. But just as that moment his phone alerted him of a call from Satan and he had to answer that. What if he had found something useful after all?

By the time he finally could get into the floor of the apple tower, it was close to midnight, but at least he had a lightness to his feet. Satan had been sending around his own demons through the ring, especially to inquire around the area that Vassago had marked for them. That was a market flee area where all kind of things were being sold every weekend and sometimes people brought unexpectedly good things. They haven't found the stone yet, or seen anything like it, but if someone was selling it, without being aware of what it was, then that was just a matter of buying it off them. That was a much better alternative that just keep walking through the dessert hoping Charlie's necklace reacted. They did not need another experience like the one they went through with the ocean.

"Alastor" called, knocking on the door.

The same that opened up slightly by his hand. Alastor must have left it like that. When he peaked inside, he saw the figure of the demon slouching on one of the chairs in front of his chimney. The bottle of brandy close to the leg of his feet, right under his hand was hanging without any strenght.

Lucifer closed the door carefully behind him and walked slowly towards him. Alastor had his head fallen over his chest that was rising and falling slowly. It was the first time that he actually saw him seemingly sleeping. Who knew that the smile stayed there even then?

His Lucifer probably knew, of course.

"Let's get you to bed, buddy" said Lucifer, snapping his fingers as softly as he could.

The body of Alastor elevated in the air, hold by specks of golden magic around him. Lucifer grabbed the bottle and put it on the desk, just as Alastor landed gently on top of his bed without any aparent concern to wake up from. The only thing in dissaray about his appearence was how crooked his bowtie had gotten under his chin.

"Don't hate me for this" sighed, turning away as he snapped his fingers again.

From the red suit he usually wore was instead a casual t-shirt and sweatpants that Lucifer didn't even know if he actually used for bed, but had seen on the laundry as part of Alastor's clothing and seemed comfortable enough to fulfill that purpose. Once he was sure he was fully changed, Lucifer used his magic again to open up the bed and cover him up to his thighs.

Lucifer looked over to him and thought he looked already pretty calm in his opinion. Probably having a normal and repairing rest that he really needed. He considered just let him be for the night and do the transference the next day. Until the nagging sensation that Bel wouldn't have told him to do it at that moment, for that reason, didn't came to drill a hole in the back of his head.

"I am sorry in advance for this" whispered, lifting the white t-shirt of Alastor to leave his abdomen out in the open. The grey body of the fallen didn't moved at all except for breathing. "Doctor's orders" justified to no one, sitting on the side of the bed as he put a hand over the soft fur.

These moments were never not awkward. He never knew where the fuck do keep his eyes on during them. The fact that Alastor wasn't tapping his hoof on the floor or checking on his pocket watch was not making much of a difference. They have moved past the part in which Lucifer was sure that Alastor despised every second they had to be in contact with each other and now he could tolerate it while being awake, but that was as much progress as they had reached. Probably all the progress they were ever going to get.

He eyed the bottle of pill on the nightstand and bite his lips. It really sucked that Alastor was no more willing to just talk with him. Missing a spouse wasn't anything new to him. He understood the need to forget, to sooth, to distract and to desperately cling to the hope it would change. But the only time that Lucifer actually tried to get him to talk about it Alastor quickly reminded him it wasn't the same. A divorce could not compare to what he was going through.

His Lucifer very much wanted to be with him. He just couldn't, through no fault of any of them.

The comment was not supposed to be cruel, and Alastor did say he appreciated the effort after, but did ask him to be so kind to let him handle things on his own. This wasn't the first time he had to do it either and everything turned out fine in the end. Why it would be any different now? On top of that, added the radio demon without looking at him, the last thing he needed to hear was a familiar voice talking about missing someone else. Even if Lucifer changed it, he would know it was the same voice. He could always tell.

So Lucifer didn't try again.

Sure, they could still talk about other things. Lucifer even managed to get Alastor to tell him some of his stories himself, all about Charlie. Her conception and her almost ruined birthday. He came to even enjoy some of their banter instead of being annoyed by it. Enough words exchanged to make him wish he could have met that Alastor in better circumstances, in another moment he wasn't already preocupied with the father of his children gone. They could have probably found more common ground. Maybe be friends. His own Charlie would have cried happy tears at the prospect. This Alastor wasn't all that bad on the rare moments in which he actually relaxed. He couldn't be, or else no Lucifer would have stuck around for as long this one did.

Alastor throat bobbed as he swallowed in his sleep, turning his head over the pillow. Lucifer had completely forgotten about the time. He looked at his phone with his other hand, but he had no idea how much time had passed since he put his hand down. It could have been the five minutes top or ten or two for all he knew.

Sighing, Lucifer put his phone down and let it count to five minutes. Having some extra magic wasn't going to hurt the baby anyway, not like not having enough could. Alastor would surely agree on that as well. Despite everything that was going on, never once he stopped caring about the growing of his baby. With his pills and the bottle, both secluded to the safety of his own room, he had actually been as responsible of a father as he could.

Once the new five minutes were up, Lucifer pocketted his phone and pulled down the t-shirt. But when he was about to lift from the bed, a black hand came to grasp his and carry him over to the face of Alastor, where he nuzzled his cheek against the palm.

"Lucifer…" mumbled Alastor with a sigh.

Lucifer blushed, both because it was the first time that Alastor used his name and because he was not letting him go.

"No, no, no, no" whispered on the most gentle tone he could manage. He didn't want to scare him either with a sudden awakening. "Wrong one, buddy. I am sorry" added quickly, giving his hand a minimal push, but Alastor hold it stronger as his brow furrowed. "Oh, come on."

Alastor's face relaxed again as he pressed the black fingers of Lucifer against his lips, not really kissing them as much as letting them rest there. The white noise coming from him was calm and on the lower setting, so one could almost forget that it was there at all. Lucifer bite his lips becuase it was… warm. For as much he wasn't proud to admit it, it was the closest to someone's kisses he had been in a long while and he felt like a piece of shit for thinking that Alastor did looked better like that, relaxed and happy with what he thought was his husband.

Cursing himself on his head, Lucifer considered just teleporting himself away when suddenly something caught his eyes from the wall. A second later, a full chain had manifested from there and finished off chained to a golden shackle around Alastor's neck.

"Babe?" called his same voice from apparently the air itself. "Are you sleeping?"

Alastor grumbled softly as he now moved his head towards the chain, forgetting all about the hand. But by then Lucifer was not too stunned to move.

"Darling" sighed Alastor, turning completely. Blindly his hand found the chain in the air and hold it tight, pulling down hard. His words came out slurred, rushed as if he needed to get them out at that moment, it was now or never. "You lied. Liar, liar, pants on fire. Liar, buyer, liar."

"Have you been drinking, babe?" the other Lucifer sighed.

"Shut up" grunted Alastor, turning completely and barely lifting his head above the pillow. "You don't love me. You lie-e" The other arm of Alastor slipped over his bed, taking on the chain with him again. Alastor spoke without lifting his head now. "If you did, why aren't you here now? You don't love me so you aren't. I figured you out. You… tiny liar. So small I almost missed it."

"Al, it's not like that. Of course I love you."

"Leaving me with your kid to grow on my own."

Okay, officially he shouldn't be hearing any of this, realized Lucifer, beyond mortified now. He grabbed his hand back again and was about to open a portal when Alastor started laughing. A cackle that seemed to shake his entire body as he wrapped his arm on the chain, holding it tighter. The sudden cracking noise of the static made him shiver like an ice cube someone had dumped inside his shirt to slip down his back.

"But it's okay" said Alastor, pulling more until he lifted his upper body of the bed. The way his words were still meshing together didn't made them any less threatening. "I don't care anymore. If you don't love me, I am not leaving you anyway. If I have to freeze hell over for you to get it, I will, love. You can't scape from me. I will find the way to you, here, in Heaven or Earth. You are never getting rid of me. I am not letting you" Wobbly like a veil just born out of his mother, Alastor got himself on his four somehow and pulled the chain.

When his arm dissolved into shadow form through the golden links, infecting them like petrolium that was never going to get cleaned up, Alastor laughed again until his whole body had dissapeared, alongside with the chain. Lucifer hold his own hand like a lost critter that needed protection, mouthing uselessly at the empty bed. At the very obviously empty bed. With his mind still in blank, Lucifer ran outside of the room but there was no traces of Alastor's shadow or his magic nowhere on the hallways. As far his eyes could see, there was no Alastor on the hotel.

"Charlie" came out of him finally and his brain catch on the meaning a second later. "Charlie. Charlie!" yelled, running out to the elevator.

Alastor was still laughing when he reached corporeal form again, but lost all the strenght on his four limbs almost instantly, landing face first on another pillow.

Wait, what was he laughing about, again? He couldn't remember now. Everything in his head was spinning too much.

"Al…" called someone nearby and Alastor turned his head, glaring at a Lucifer that was way too close now.

"What are you doing in my room?" grumbled, snearing at the audacity of climbing to bed even, before giving him his back. Whatever, he didn't care. He furiously grabbed to the blankets of the bed and curled up on himself, without bothering to see if he went away or not. "Get out. I am tired."

"Al."

"Fuck off" Alastor yawned, a long and sustained one, before he buried his face on the pillow. "My husband won't like you here" warned for the last time, closing his eyes as he let the sleep take him.

#appleradio #radioapple #duckiedeer #lucifer x alastor #hazbin hotel au #arranged marriage au

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freddiemercurylegendabovelegends · 11 months

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Today, on November 2nd, 1974 - Freddie Mercury interview

NEW MUSICAL EXPRESS

by Julie Webb relentlessly probes the cut and contour of Queen's Lead Trouser

The contents of Freddie Mercury`s pants are his alone. They belong to him and to no-one else.

Funny how times change. Seems like only yesterday that people were taking the mickey out of Queen. Of course, there were some who reckoned they had a genuine talent which would come to the fore, but for many they were merely a flash in the pan.

Two hit albums and two hit singles later, the band can afford a smirk at the expense of their journalistic detractors. This week Queen began their second major tour of Britain. Last time round they were just breaking “Seven Seas Of Rhye” – this time the new album “Sheer Heart Attack” will be featured, but strangely enough not their new single “Killer Queen,” since lead singer Freddie Mercury deems it “not necessary to add to what we are going to do on stage.”

It was Mercury, you may remember, who was so sublimey confident about the band`s chances of success – and he hasn`t changed. “Queen II” may have gone silver, but he reckons “it`ll go platinum” before long. Four months ago, you might have sneered – now it`s about time you listened.

The turning point for the band is really the new single. “A double A side, though no one seems to realise it because they keep playing `Killer Queen`,” interjects Mercury. It`s a turning point in that it sounds nothing like the noisy heavy metal sound to which we are accustomed from Queen, thus justifying their earlier claim of `versatility.` It`s more of a mixture of Beach Boys, early Beatles and 1920`s music-hall. Quaite naice, actually.

Says Mercury: “People are used to hard rock, energy music from Queen, yet with this single you almost expect Noel Coward to sing it. It`s one of those bowler hat, black suspender belt numbers – not that Noel Coward would wear that.”

And you?

“Oh no dear, just a nice little black number.”

It is apparent that success (in any shape or form) has not altered Mercury, who still insists on using the suffix “dear” at the end of many of his sentences. He is also still very much hung up on maintaining the `star` image.

For a start he never carries much money round with him. It`s not that he`s poverty-stricken or even mean – just that it`s difficult to keep cash in your shoes. A star to the last, he wears pocketless trousers and keeps his finances close to his feet.

“I hate pockets in trousers,” he stresses. “By the way, I do not wear a hose. My hose is my own. No coke bottle, nothing stuffed down there.”

Of course, Freddie.

However, sticking rigidly to the star image has its drawbacks. Satin trousers aren`t that durable (“I split a pair last week”) and velvet and sequins have a nasty habit of dulling in the rain. Still, they create the desired effect of getting people to stare. Mercury still adores the stares, of course – he`s insisted all along he`s a star and thinks he should dress accordingly. But for all the high camp, he`s got some grey matter in that head of his.

It was, after all, Mercury who wrote six of the thirteen cuts on the new album and being artistically inclined it was he who provided the idea for the album sleeve.

“God, the agony we went through to have the pictures taken, dear. Can you imagine trying to convince the others to cover themselves in Vaseline and then have a hose of water turned on them?”

Sheer agony, Freddie. The end result is four members of the band looking decidely unregal, tanned and healthy, and as drenched as if they`ve been sweating for a week.

“Everyone was expecting some sort of cover. A Queen III cover really, but this is completely new. It`s not that we`re changing altogether – it`s just a phase we are going through.”

But won`t Queen devotees be a trifle worried by this new image?

“They will love it. We`re still as poncy as ever. We`re still the dandies we started out to be. We`re just showing people we`re not merely a load of poofs, that we are capable of other things.”

The album, as detailed above, boasts 13 tracks – most of them a mere three minutes in length.

“Not a collection of singles, dear – although we might draw another one off later for a single. I`m not absolutely sure about that, though. No, not all the numbers last for ages. There were just so many songs we wanted to do. And it makes a change to have short numbers. It`s so varied that we were able to go to extremes. I only had about two weeks to write my songs so we`ve been working (expletive deleted) hard.”

(➡️ Read on https://geirmykl.wordpress.com/2015/01/10/article-about-queen-from-new-musical-express-november-2-1974/)

#new musical express #interview nme 1974 #freddie mercury #queen band #london #zanzibar #legend #queen #brian may #john deacon #freddiebulsara #roger taylor #freddie mercury interview 1974

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TGCF donghua Season 2, Episode 5 thoughts

Screaming through my tears. Spoilers under the cut (also book/story spoilers, for folks just coming in from the donghua). CW: Blood.

Poor San Lang, gets knocked over* by his gege T-T Xie Lian feels so bad about all of it. He's really hurting for how he destroyed San Lang's residence.

*Picked up and maybe dropped on the floor

Also the fight scene was really pretty!

I also love how much this episode emphasizes the differences between martial officials and non-martial officials. Shi Qingxuan thinks differently than Xie Lian, a martial official used to combat, does. (Also Xie Lian is so easily and masterfully competent, he just doesn't show off).

The back of Xie Lian's mind is "My cabbages!!!" but it's "San Lang's armory!!!" instead lol

Hua Cheng like "I don't see any heavenly official there. That's my subordinate." T-T Telling Xie Lian not to get involved in this stuff. He doesn't like endangering Xie Lian in the mess with Ming Yi and Jun Wu. I do like the idea that he doesn't mind Xie Lian getting caught in the fight crossfire in this instance because he knows Xie Lian is strong enough to dodge. It's a nice sense of trust in your partner's competence.

Also Xie Lian trying to brush aside his being injured, poor bean T-T Remember when he tells Ling Wen earlier that he's fine, he hasn't lost any limbs yet because I DO T-T This man and his low bars for his personal safety/what he's just fine pushing through because he's gone through so much and knows he can muscle through it and doesn't think he deserves help/anyone would or should want to lower themselves for it.

Feng Xin being so worried about Xie Lian just -screams- And looking over him. It's kind of drawn differently in different shots and I love all of them.

Feng Xin's sad expression. Xie Lian being embarrassed to be fussed over, particularly publicly, particularly by Feng Xin, particularly while Mu Qing is standing there being disapproving... Not wanting to ruin Feng Xin's reputation or be a burden or anything just... Ahhh T-T

(though it is funny how long Feng Xin is standing there, not fixing Xie Lian's arm aldkjalkda I know the idea is that Jun Wu only does a little fix and then Mu Qing brings the medicine later, but it's funny to get multiple angles of Feng Xin standing there, being sad and useless alkdjaldja this poor man so overcome with sadness for his Dianxia that his abilities go poof)

Mu Qing of course saying, "So what?" Ah Mu Qing, if only you knew that Xie Lian hadn't asked for the attention and probably agrees...

I also love seeing Mu Qing healing Ming Yi. Wonder if he'll hate himself later for that. I really loved all the magic in this episode.

Also Xie Lian looking so ashamed of it all. The pain in his eyes, not even from his physical injury... (Not to mention you know... remembering all the stuff with the coffin...).

Also Mu Qing debating that Xie Lian is who Qianqiu says he is and that Qianqiu might be wrong :3 Ah Mu Qing kind of got Xie Lian's back sometimes:

“Mu Qing’s argument sounded like it was in Xie Lian’s favor, but the truth was more complex than that. Mu Qing must’ve determined that Lang Qianqiu was quite convinced of his take on the evidence, and the more he doubted the truth, the more adamant Lang Qianqiu would be to prove himself. This was not the least bit helpful to Xie Lian’s situation.” (Volume 2, Chapter 18).

The flashback sequence was fun.

All in all a wonderful episode. And I think the English subs were better? Or else I'm just starting to not notice the issues as much lol

Other episode thoughts for season 2 (didn't start till episode 3):

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S02E05 (you are here)

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Thoughts While Watching Gilmore Girls 2/16, There’s The Rub, The Part Where Paris and Rory Are SuperMegaGay And All Is Right With The World Again, Part 6

Paris just saved Rory's hide from the wrath of Dean (okay, she still got plenty of wrath from Dean, unfortunately, but it could have been a lot worse) and this is why Paris is my favorite Boyfriend, not Jess.

You can read parts 1-5 and all previous episodes here.

Omg, my cynical, cold, black heart can't take this tenderness. I love them so much. Long live PariMore! (finally thought of a ship name! woot!)

One of the most serious crimes commited by one miss AmyShermanPalladino in writing a Year in the Life is not taking advantage of the freedom of Netflix and the much more progressive year of 2016 by having Paris get a divorce at the same time that Rory is lost and adrift in her life and finally put these two idiots together. But no. They still didn't find each other and live happily ever after and Rory is still shacking up with Logan even when it's clear that neither Paris or Rory actually like men.

By golly. This is 2002, they said. It can't be done, they said. And yet, PariMore proved us wrong. They went super duper ultra mega gay. Netflix and Chill gay. Slumber party gay. Super Gay Fanfiction!

"Sort of."

Staaaaaaaaahpppppp!! 😭 We interrupt Super Duper Gay Lesbian Slumber Party and cut to Lorelai and Emily having a night on the town after their spa day. They meet a handsome older gentleman at the bar who offers a dance to Emily. In a shocking turn of events that further proves this episode comes from some alternate dimension where all is right with the world with the exception of Dean Forrester, Lorleai happily becomes her mother's wingwoman after some small initial resistance. Are you ok, Lorelai? Do you feel feverish? You haven't nagged, cockblocked, offered unsolicited advice, or butted into anyone's business in like, a whole 30 minutes. This episode has such great Lorelai and Emily banter, like Emily telling Lorelai "You let me get 60/40'd" and "Hookers eat at bars." "Only if they can't get a table." Terrific! But the handsome gentleman gets a little too close, Emily feels guilty about dancing with him and that puts the kibosh on that and Emily blames Lorelai for making her feel like a cheap floozy. Geez Lorelai, I guess you can't win. You're insufferable when you're being a cockblocking menace to society, but then when you actually do relax a little bit and alllow people do as they please, you get the business. Emily wonders why she can't have what Rory and Lorelai have and I don't know if a deeply fucked up mother daughter relationship forged from a teen pregnancy where the 34 year old mother is still about 15 maturity wise is something you want to aspire to. Rory reading the check in forms at her therapist's office 5 years from now: Form: "Reason for appointment?" Rory: "Hmmm..." Lorelai to Emily at the hotel: Rory and I are best friends, Mom. Best friends first, and mother and daughter second! (Rory in her therapist's office: "Ah. There it is.")

There are so many times Lorelai is this - close to having a breakthrough, where she exhibits a fleeting moment of self awareness then poof, it is gone. She didn't pause to think about the implications behind admitting "I'm my daughter's friend before her mother." She will never learn or grow or change. Oh well, that's our Lorelai!

Listen, stop the feuding, you both get a trophy for Sucking At Parenting. Is there any hope for Rory's spawn to break this generational curse? It would be interesting if Rory's future child turned out to be a boy, because like, I have to wonder what creative and different ways she could manage to fuck up a son? (as with everything I'm sure this exists as a work of fanfiction somewhere). Lorelai thinks spending a whole weekend with her mother was too intense and they should have started with something smaller to patch their relationship and grow closer. What is her idea? No, not therapy. Petty theft. They steal the robes from their hotel room. Yay, mother and daughter bonding and not healing any trauma whatsoever!

No, never. Only if it's a box of cornstarch, a boat, or another woman's husband. Emily enjoys the robe stealing caper, some sarcastic quips are exchanged, and the desperate, aching, deep seated emotional trauma being suffered by both parties is once again shoved down deep deep inside to fester like an infected wound.

She's totally fine you guys. We cut to Rory and Lorelai at the diner the next day where Rory is giving Lorelai the run down of the previous events, presumably minus the super duper mega gay sexual tension between herself and Paris. Lorelai remarks that Paris looked nauseous and tired when she woke up in the morning, which Rory attributes to a sugar overload, but we know better. We know how dehydrating all-night Blockbuster & Chill lesbian makeout slumber parties can be.

Oh right, Rory committed the felony of spending one evening with someone other than Dean so now she "owes" him her time. She is talking about it with a level of excitement in her voice akin to someone who was just asked to scrub a toilet. Of course, there could not be a mention of Dean without a deeply troubling response from Lorelai. They go together like peanut butter and jelly. Surely it will be something like, “Aw honey, he just yelled at you because he loves you” or something.

Eh, close enough.

BUT WAIT! THERE'S MORE! It gets worse! There's only a minute left in the episode! How does she do it, folks? She is truly breathtaking. Before we get there, let's enjoy some Literati bliss. Rory is catching on that the whole Food Delivery thing may have been a ruse from Jess to get all up in her bizzzness and almost pries the truth out of Luke, but Jess diverts Luke away from the scene. Jess and Rory then enjoy an incredibly rare, blissful moment together, free of interruptions, alone at the counter. Or so they think.

Sorry I almost called you a naive woodland fairy when I thought you still didn't get that Luke never actually told Jess to bring to food your house and USA here cooked up the whole scheme on his own. It's clearly Jess who's the naive one if he thinks you're actually going to pay for your food! Ha ha!

WAAAAATTT???!!! #AlternateDimensionEpisode #EpisodeFromOuterSpace #TheOneWhereTheGilmoresPayForTheirFood #IsAmyShermanPalladinoOK?

SOMEONE (two someones) are not happy about this budding, adorable relationship, one so stinking cute that you'd have to be sick to try to destroy it. Like someone who would try to stop a bunny and a puppy from cuddling. Gee, wonder who I'm talking about?

Just normal Butthead Business, staring into windows while people are trying to eat. We already know from prior Window-Peeping episodes this doesn't bother Lorelai in the least. Lorelai smiles sweetly at her ShnookyUkkums Dean as if 30 seconds ago she wasn't hearing a story from her daughter about his anger issues for the 400th time. He's also talking in his usual miserable serial killer monotone about "Spending the day with Rory" like he'd rather be sticking his arm into heavy machinery than spend time with her, and again I have to wonder why he is even bothering with her, other than the fact that she's an easy victim and that no other humanoid woman besides Lorelai would ever give this soggy cornflake the time of the day. L: Rory told me everything that happened last night. She feels terrible about it. You shouldn't feel bad. It was a "Freaky unfortunate thing that happens." She continues in her soft, flirty, gentle Talking to Dean voice, "It had nothing to do with Jess coming over, trust me, she did not want him there!" Um. Again, a very weird thing to say about Some Kid to the guy your daughter is dating? Thanks to one of my followers who pointed out that Rory never said this on camera which means Lorelai has now resorted to flat out lying to Dean in order to sabotage her daughter's friendship (and it's still only a friendship) with Jess.

Look alive Butthead. She's salivating. I think she's about to start humping your leg right there in front of Luke's Diner. Don't make me turn the garden hose on you Lorelai. Dean isn't listening or aware he's about to be humped. He's distracted. There's something he's incredibly concerned about. Rory and Jess....they're talking. To each other. In public. Now, Gilmore Girls knows how to do creepy. We've got plenty of stories of people stalking, eavesdropping, hiding in bushes, leaving excessive amounts of messages, Dean existing, yada yada. But this is easily one of the creepiest things to ever happen on this show. It seriously gives me the chilly willies. The eeby jeebies. The eepy creepies. They look like two villains who have joined evil forces to devestate....Lorelai's own freaking daughter.

Picture ID: Lorelai and Dean watching Rory and Jess have an innocent conversation creepily through a window, cementing their status as the villains in this wholesome drama known as Gilmore Girls. *deep shudder*

#gilmore girls #denise rewatches gilmore girls #gilmore girls season 2 #theres the rub #anti dean forester #rory gilmore #emily gilmore #jess mariano #milo ventimiglia #paris geller #PariMore #The DALA #Dean and Lorelai Affair #Lorelai's ShnookyUkkums #Lorelai is the Villain #literati #dala

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