#like clouds and clowns and stuff

[babyblueetbaemonster]

Maybe it's a mom thing. (or a cat person thing?) Haskill would look at his baby lord doing mundane mortal stuff and be fascinated.

[speed-world]

Hello, im a fan of the self aware scenario you did with the coward y/n cookie, and I was wondering what their reactions would be of meeting the beast cookies

To be honest, you had no interest in going to Beast-Yeast, at all. After all, why would you? Whatever conflict the Ancients and other cookies had with each other didn’t concern you, not to mention that just the name - “Beast-Yeast” - already freaked you out.

If it weren’t for Pure Vanilla Cookie promising that your safety, due to the agreement between the Ancients and Dark Enchantress Cookie, you would’ve stayed comfortably in the Cookie Kingdom far away from the other continent.

You wish you never listened to Pure Vanilla now, because this beast - Shadow Milk Cookie - immediately wanted to make you run far, far away.

The jester scared you with his sinister and maniacal behavior. If you had a fear of clowns before entering the cookie world, then you’d pass out the more his actions continued.

After seeing the mental turmoil Pure Vanilla was experiencing, the loss of Elder Faerie Cookie, Shadow Milk’s terrifying powers and his “plays” that were mockeries of all the adversaries of the Beasts—the color blue might be your most hated now.

Yeah, you’d be completely fine and dandy if you never saw a hint of Shadow Milk’s Cookie ever again

However, he couldn’t stand to think of this meeting being your last…

How were you convinced to go back to Beast-Yeast a second time?? Suppose you can be grateful for that promise with the Ancients and Dark Enchantress Cookie.

You actually really liked the Ivory Pagoda. The atmosphere was so serene and otherworldly, and warmly inviting…or dangerously alluring.

The company of Dark Cacao Cookie, Caramel Arrow Cookie, Crunchy Chip Cookie, and the Cacao warriors made this trip a whole lot more comfortable and relaxing. However, their presence couldn’t make things better when you finally came face to face with the other Beast - Mystic Flour Cookie.

You thought the slow creepiness of Cloud Haetae Cookie would be the worst of your problems, but at least the story they told was directed to the Ancient instead of you.

The second you saw that spider pop out of that cocoon, your soul ascended to the crossroads. Your body went so pale that Dark Cacao thought you succumbed to the pale ailment.

You really couldn’t articulate how much Mystic Flour scared you. Shadow Milk was insane, but this?! She’s so uncaring, so unrelenting in her belief of apathy, is it too late to stay with Peach Blossom Cookie for the rest of this journey?

Let’s not even get started on that face. You hated any related horror stuff in the real world, and now you’re seeing that in front of your face!!

Yeah no, forget this. Awesome job on Dark Cacao awakening, time to get on the first airship outta this place.

As much as you wanted to be as far away from Mystic Flour Cookie as possible, you couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched. Stared at by a force that you couldn’t look back at, no matter how hard you tried….

Hell. To the freaking. NO

Naaaaaah Golden Cheese Cookie, she’s crazy if she thinks you’re going to accompany her to Beast-Yeast. Promise be damned, they clearly didn’t account for the mental pain that you’ve suffered through.

Smoked Cheese Cookie seemed dead serious on agreeing with you, but Golden Cheese wouldn’t take no for an answer. You decided to stick close to Smoked Cheese, because the Beast is only focused on Golden Cheese after all, right?

Had it not been for the presence of Golden Cheese and Smoked Cheese, you wouldn’t have even thought of coming to this place. It’s hotter than a truck engine in the summer, a lot of these Spice cookies are pretty hostile, and—Oh God the sandstorms are the crumbs of dead cookies?!?????!

And then, you met him-Burning Spice Cookie. He’s already scary to look at, so you just hid your face whenever you saw or heard him.

His power is also way too scary-he doesn’t care about any collateral damage caused, heck he probably loves if there’s more of it! Smoked Cheese spent his time making sure that not even a crumb of you were harmed during the fight of Golden Cheese and Burning Spice.

You weren’t sure what freaked you out more: Nutmeg Tiger Cookie’s unwavering devotion to such a being like Burning Spice, or the fact that Burning Spice Cookie does all that he does…for entertainment.

All the death, destruction, suffering he causes, everything, all for a cheap laugh?! Why-why again did you ever come here?!?

To make matters worse? Smoked Cheese and Golden Cheese were locked away in a cage. But you? No, Burning Spice didn’t want you in confinement.

He found it much more amusing to have you by his side, attached to his hip and sitting on his lap.

Your soul departs each time he speaks, your breath is taken away when he breaks something, because you’re scared that it might be you he breaks next. Seeing him be so casual and collected after crushing Cilantro Cobra Cookie in front of your face was what set you over the edge.

You were panicking, screaming, tossing around. You wanted to leave now, no ifs, ands, or buts. You can’t take this anymore and-…

He-he’s staring at you….he’s in the middle of his second round fight with Golden Cheese Cookie, and he’s staring. Right. At. You.

You were eternally grateful for Smoked Cheese Cookie being so understanding, and being so quick in trying to get you out of this God forsaken continent.

But even as you were getting away, you heard his laugh. You know Golden Cheese struck him down, but you heard his faint sinister laugh; virtually paralyzing you in place.

Please, for your sake, can you never come back to Beast-Yeast ever again?!?

…

…

Where did this ticket come from?

[omgfangirlland]

The Shadows That Nurture 13

I saw these suits and I had an epiphany while thinking about what the bat sis should wear: one and two

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It always took a while for you to process something, especially this. You thought you’ll be fine- another shitty dad, nothing new, just keep yourself busy- work, college, train Mark, help around the house, repeat… You never realized how much you actually loved the man, how attached you grew to him despite how hard you tried to brush it off. You never realized until you crashed out after a mission while seeing a kid cry for their parents.

You moved behind some buildings, hiding between some industrial trash bins, curled into a ball, and just broke down. Bruce was whatever, he didn’t choose you like he chose the others, but Nolan did. The fucker went out of his way to take you- and yet… And yet neither Debbie, Mark nor you were enough to make him stay, to make him think of you lot as more than pets he can throw away. Those thoughts clouded your mind, and turned on you quickly, not even the shadows could soothe the pain.

The Immortal found you an hour later and gently picked you up. “It’s not your fault.” Was the only thing he said while he carried you home. After that Cecil insisted you take a break, which you found absurd, you were self-employed, worked under your own company, and the taxes you paid proved that, but you didn’t fight it. So, you’ve been rotting in your bed for a bit, simply not finding the energy to do anything but keep yourself clean and occasionally cook, just to help Debbie a bit.

The funeral of the Guardians went and passed, Mark had taken to moving into your room before he went to University, Eve, Amber, Samson, John, and your college friends occasionally visited. You haven’t seen Immortal since he got in a yelling match with Mark, calling you both as dangerous as Nolan. That had set your mental health back a few days.

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John didn’t go back to the Justice League space station, he hung around for a bit, letting you hang onto him for a while, until you fell asleep. He didn’t go even when you were deep into the dream world. Constantine still stayed around, mostly sitting on the edge of the couch you slept on, only moving when Debbie invited him to some wine. He left the next day after you woke up.

So, when the pull of an emergency teleportation triggered and made him almost kiss the ground he wasn’t surprised to see the mug of an angry Batman with photos of your civilian persona from the fight with your dad and a screenshot of your hero persona wearing the “I killed the joker” T-shirt next to a tourist on the big screens. “Explain.” Was the only thing that came out of Bruce.

Constantine just sighed from the depths of his soul while pulling a chair and lighting a cigarette, ignoring Superman and Wonder Woman. “Could explain a lot of stuff, Batsy, be specific.” John didn’t even flinch as Batman slammed his fist on the table. “She killed the Joker.”

“Doesn’t look like I need to explain anything then, mate.” John blows the smoke away from Batman, he wasn’t that ballsy. ”You already know she killed him, what more would you want?”

“We just want to know how you know her. How you know Omni-Man.” Superman was quick to play the good cop, but John just shrugged. Honestly, he had to deal with way too many shades because of the clown, good riddance. “She’s a friend, none of you could kill her. Slow her down? Mm, maybe. Eliminate her? Never.” He knew killing was never Batman’s plan A, but he wasn’t betting on it.

“As for her daddy…” He sighs again, rubbing his temple. “He’s a Viltrumite, they conquer words and ‘better’ them. Why care now? You never did before.” John was referring to both you and the Viltrumites. “She’s a dangerous unknown.” Ah, and this is why Bobo was named the greatest detective and not the Bat. “And if the Viltrumites are as dangerous as you’ve said-“

“You only want to do something about it now because it may affect you.” John got up slowly not looking away as Batman towered over him. “The Viltrumites don’t have a kryptonite, Bruce.” He growled at the man. “We either get another fifty Supermen to beat their heads in until they stop moving or we change their mind. And look how well that option went for The Sorceress and Invincible.” Batman’s frown only deepened.

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Black Samson was beyond worried. The Immortal had been off the hinges for a long while, hot and cold, black and white, exploding at anything and everything, the kids were driving him insane, and you were still missing in action. So, he did what any reasonable man his age would do and snuck into a young woman’s room. Yours specifically.

“Alright, I’ve had enough! You’ve been rotting-“ He stopped as soon as he saw you in your hero gear eating a bowl of sliced fruit. “…I was just eating a snack before going out.” You said while munching away. “Oh… Are you-“

“No… But it’ll be quite hypocritical of me to be mopping around when I nagged you every other week to get back outside.” You shrug. “I’ll get better… eventually. But It’ll take time.” Samson seems to relax at that. “And I had a whole speech-“ You snicker at that. “Yeah- my speech.”

“It was a great speech.” He tried defending himself. “It got me outside and everything.” You smiled, unable to argue with such sound logic. “Thank you for checking up on me, Sam.”

“You’re welcome, kid.” The man smiled at you before turning back to the window. “Now if you excuse me, I’ll leave. I do not want to explain to your mom why I am here-“ The devilish amused cackle that left you only urged the man to hurry.

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You did get better… kind of. But it was good enough to make you put up with Lex and his blasted party. Granted, seeing your mom, Mark, and your friends enjoying the party, and destroying the free buffet, made you happy. You were hiding out on the balcony anyway.

“If your mother knew you were drinking alcohol without supervision, she’d have my head. Nice suit.” You snorted at Luthor’s words as he joined you, leaning on the railing with you. “You’d make a nice taxidermy trophy. And thanks, wanted to be different from the other girls.” You joked, nudging the man.

You both took in Metropolis’ night sky, enjoying the silence for a few seconds. “Why is the Immortal looking at you with such sad puppy eyes?” You snort. “Why are Wayne and the Kents here?”  Lex just gave a shrug and a shit-eating smirk. “You like the Kents, Bruce Wayne wants to meet The Sorceress on the bat’s behalf, and I forgot to send my secretary the list of guests that was custom-made for the occasion and didn’t have ninety percent of the people here.”

“I like Lois Lane, both Bruce and the Bat can die, and-“ You sigh, rubbing at your temple. “Somehow, I believe that last part. Why are you so attached to my hip, anyway?” Lex gives a sarcastic laugh. “Nice way to avoid my question, but to answer yours, maybe I just want to enjoy the company of my greatest little helper.”

The look that you gave him was a clear expression of how much you thought the man was high on alien weed. “If by helper you’re referring to me calling you stupid for forgetting to check PFAS and Asbestos levels while snapping pictures for the Pulitzer winner herself, Lois Lane- sure. I believe you.”

This is why Luthor enjoyed your madness. The sarcasm, the banter, the mocking with no hard feelings. It made him feel normal. He almost shivered at the thought, perishing it immediately. “There also, might be a mercenary who paid quite a lot to get a seat and have the chance to meet you.”

“Is he mad? Don’t answer that, I don’t think you’re a good judge of that.” You take a sip from your glass. “He’s quite reputable, Slade Willson. He’s-“ You immediately interrupt him. “I know who that is and what he does. Don’t you find it fishy how an apparent assassin with supposed morals just knew you’d host such a thing?”

“Don’t bother- I won’t believe a word that comes out of your smug ass face. I want half of what he gave you.” Lex Luthor just smiled brighter. “I’ll give you the full amount if you come back and tell me everything.” You laugh and accept the deal. You’d never pass on a good gossiping session.

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“Damn.” Lois said as Clark finished parroting back what he heard from the other side of the room. “I know that she doesn’t like you because she doesn’t know you-“ She said while looking at her husband before turning to Bruce. “But what did you do?”

Bruce’s scowl seemed permanent these past days, his blank look telling Lois that the man was beyond tired, and his silence told her that he didn’t know. “I don’t like how close she is to Luthor.” Clark whispers. “He’s not a good role model for anyone, let alone a young girl who just lost her father. And Slade…”

“She hangs with a lot of rich people and rogues, even talks to some from Gotham.” Bruce frowned at the information Lois provided. “She texts Red Hood and the Sirens quite a lot when she stays around me as I work.” Bruce stopped listening after as his eyes caught you and the bald eagle coming back inside, and he acted.

He quickly passed past the Kents, putting on his Brucie persona and grabbing a full glass of red wine, acting slightly drunk while walking right to the prize. He greeted business people and heroes, walking in a slight zig-zagged pattern to imitate dizziness and when he was close enough, he stumbled. The wine in his glass flew and hit its target.

“Oh, sweetheart, I am so sorry-“ His hand was slapped away as you shook with anger, your suit ruined by the wine, and your skin getting sticky. “Don’t you dare touch me-“ You hiss at the man, making his expression shake. “For fucks sake- you two-faced snake, are you just out to ruin everything I have?”

Something in you just snapped as you saw him act like a fool, knowing better than anyone it was all fake, so your hand just moved, grabbing a plate of mini cakes and smashing the sweets right in his face. “Why can’t you just leave me by, asshole?!” You spread the syrupy sweets on the front of his tux and let the plate fall on his feet, dirtying those too.

Lex wasn’t the only one enjoying the show. Slade immediately took the opportunity to join your other side as you tried to dry your neck and shirt. The mercenary politely greeted Luthor, ignored the still in shock Bruce, and introduced himself to you, offering to pay for the cleanup. “You’ll have to excuse Mr. Wayne he’s quite the imbecile.”

Bruce couldn’t even fight the allegation, it was well played by Willson, and acting like a drunk didn’t help his case. So, he just watched as the older man led her away. “Honestly, Brucie. What did you expect to happen? You’ve become too sloppy.” Lex mocked him, but his prideful smirk went away as soon as Mark and Immortal appeared in front of him, Invincible asked Bruce why he was here while the other man asked who he was.

Those two got distracted by each other, turning their anger on one another as they hissed insult after insult. “Oh, boy.” With Luthor’s mutter of disappointment, Bruce turned back, walking to the Kents. “It could have been worse. If it were me, I would have killed you for that, especially as the birthday girl.” Lois said while looking at Bruce. The man just grunts, neither noticing the way Clark tensed up at the information he heard by eavesdropping on Invincible and Immortal.

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Bruce felt beyond exhausted while he dropped in his chair, blankly looking through the Batcomputer, trying to register everything that happened. “Master Bruce!” He didn’t get a moment of peace before Alfred burst through the door, stopping a few feet in front of him while clutching a picture frame.

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I said it once, I'll say it again, I always feel like I'm forgetting something.

[macabrebatz]

HOW YOU MET THE SLASHERS PT. 2

Author's Note: Hello, everyone! I'm currently moving some of my old fanfiction onto here. These one-shots/drabbles are old (some are far older than others) so some of the writing is very short and in my opinion, not as great as some of my more recent stuff. But I have a soft spot for all of this since I know my younger self was working hard lol. So here’s a mini collection of my old “How You Met” series.

Characters: Brahms Heelshire, Otis Driftwood, Tiffany Valentine, Jack Torrance, Pavi Largo, Art the Clown, Billy Lenz, Luigi Largo, Will Graham

Warning/tags: Canon typical violence mentioned, occasional use of (Y/N) (I tried to get rid of some but there's still a few), not beta read

Word count: 6.1k

Brahms Heelshire:

You were hired by the Heelshires to take care of their son. When you arrived at the home you were shocked to find a doll instead of an actual person. You decided to shake off the strangeness of the situation.

You followed every rule. You were getting paid so being in a spooky situation wasn't going to deter you away from a good paycheck.

After a couple of weeks, things started to get more strange. A couple of your t-shirts had gone missing, leftover food disappeared, and you could have sworn you heard footsteps walking on the creaky wooden floor at night.

One night you heard a knock. It was faint but it didn't go unnoticed. You got out of bed and put your ear up to the wall. You could hear shuffling.

"Someone's in the house," you thought to yourself.

You made your way to the bedroom door and stepped out into the hallway. The door to Brahms's room was closed. You could've sworn you left it open.

Stepping closer to the door, you gently placed your hand on the nob. You turned it quickly, opening the door. And there he was.

A grown man sat on the end of Brahms's bed. He had a mess of black hair on top of his head and his face was covered by what appeared to be a porcelain mask. You squinted your eyes. The mask resembled the face of the doll that you had grown fond of taking care of. No, it can't be.

You stepped back in shock. Fear and confusion clouded your mind. You wanted to run but your legs were frozen.

"Please don't be scared," the man pleaded.

The voice was gentle and soft. Your mouth fell agape.

"Brahms?" you questioned, stuttering his name.

The man nodded his head.

"So...you are alive."

Otis Driftwood:

You lived down the street from the Firefly family for years so you've known Otis early on. As you got older you started to stay over at their house. Baby Firefly was your best friend and she could tell that you had a crush on her brother.

"You know he likes you too," Baby said as you sat behind her, braiding her curly hair.

"I highly doubt that," you mumbled.

Every time you came over, Otis would shut himself in his room. He never seemed to even be remotely interested in you.

You finished Baby's braid and she turned around to face you.

"Don't believe me? Go talk to him," Baby insisted.

"Go talk to him? About what? We've barely ever spoken to each other," you said.

She took you by the hand without saying anything, dragging you upstairs. The two of you busted through Otis' door uninvited. He sat there watching an episode of The Munsters.

"What the fuck are you two doing in here?" he said aggravated.

You turned to leave but Baby caught you by the arm, pulling you back.

"We want to watch TV since there‘s not one downstairs," Baby said, flopping down on Otis' bed.

You stood there, looking down at your feet.

"Gonna stand there all day or are you gonna sit?" Otis asked, peering up at you.

You hesitantly sat down on the bed by Baby.

"I'm going to go get something to drink," Baby said, hopping back up from the bed.

Before you could insist on going with her, she was gone, leaving you seated by Otis.

"She's not coming back," Otis mumbled.

"Oh, then I probably should go after her," you said.

"Nope. You're watching TV with me," Otis said.

It sounded like an offer, not just a statement.

You nodded your head and sat watching TV with Otis for the rest of the night.

Tiffany Valentine:

You sat down in one of the last couple of seats in the movie theater. It was late at night, 11:45 to be exact. Every year on Halloween night you found yourself sitting in this theater, patiently waiting to watch the annual midnight showing of The Rocky Horror Picture Show.

Most years, you would have had someone come with you. Your friends usually would tag along. But this year you were alone. You didn't exactly mind. The energy of the other Rocky Horror fans made up for it.

You had a small bucket of popcorn sitting in your lap, along with a grab bag full of props. The theater would pass them out since audience participation was always encouraged at the showings. You took a sip from your drink and sat it back down in the cup holder on the seat. Glancing around, you took note of how full the theater was. Almost every seat was filled, besides a few seats here and there. One of those empty seats was right beside you.

"Hi, may I sit there?" a voice asked beside you.

Looking up, you saw a woman with wavy blonde hair. She wore a black leather jacket with a bustier underneath, along with tight black pants.

"Oh, of course," you said.

She sat down beside you.

"Thank you," she said with a smile.

"You're welcome."

"If I would've known the theater was going to be packed I would have left home sooner," she said.

"I got here just in time as well," you said with a chuckle.

"I'm Tiffany, by the way."

She reached out her hand and you shook it. You told her your name and smiled.

After the movie had ended you found yourself walking out of the theater with Tiffany, talking about movies as the two of you made your way to your respective vehicles.

“It was good talking to you,” she said, slipping a small piece of paper in your hand.

You looked down at the tiny note, which had her phone number scribbled on it.

“Give me a call sometime,” she said with a wink.

You watched the blonde saunter away to her car before hastily adding her number to the contacts in your phone.

Jack Torrance:

"Is this seat taken?"

You turned to see a tall man who looked rather scruffy. His eyes were dark and there was some red puffiness around his eyelids.

"Nope," you said, offering him the seat.

The bar was rather empty. Only a few stragglers were inside, including you. You needed a late-night drink. Something to clear your mind. Or fog it up. You just needed to forget.

The man beside you ordered a Scotch and didn't hesitate to drink it down quickly.

"What brings you here?" he asked.

He then ordered another drink. This time he asked the bartender to just leave the bottle. Either he was going through a tough time or he was just an alcoholic.

"I had a bad day. Needed a drink," you said, "What about you?"

The man was silent for a bit as if he was struggling to answer.

"Divorce," he stated simply.

His voice was quieter than before. It seemed as if the divorce was rather fresh. His face dropped a bit and he looked as if he wanted to throw his glass across the bar.

Hesitantly, you patted him on the shoulder. It was a kind gesture. You didn't need to know the details. You could tell that this man was hurting. His outward expression was one of anger, but somewhere deep down you could tell that he was upset.

"I'm sorry," you said quietly.

"Don't be. It was a long time coming," he said.

A long time coming. You could say the same thing about your current situation.

You had just cut ties with your ex. A part of you was relieved. The other part of you was enraged that you hadn't ended things sooner. But now it was time to move on to new and better things. And why not start by making a new friend? You took a sip of your drink and then turned in your seat towards the man.

"I'm (Y/N), by the way," you said, sticking out your hand.

"I'm Jack," he said, shaking your hand.

Pavi Largo:

You had known Pavi for a little over a year. You had worked with Amber Sweet before, making her dresses and personalized latex corsets, and she had introduced you to him.

After that, Pavi soon fell in love with your talent and hired you as the entire Largo family's official personal stylist. The last one had to take a personal leave after a violent encounter with Pavi's brother, Luigi. You on the other hand found your job to be much safer than anticipated. You knew beforehand that taking a job working for any member of the Largo family would be a risk. But after a few months passed you started to have fun.

"My sister wants you to make this," Pavi said, entering your workshop.

He opened up a magazine and sat it on your desk, revealing a model in a latex mini dress. You walked over from your workstation and went over to the desk, picking up the magazine.

"She's really getting obsessed with latex and vinyl, isn't she?" you mumbled, taking a closer look at the picture.

For the past two months, almost everything Amber had asked you to make was made from shiny black vinyl, PVC, and leather.

"Almost as obsessed as she is with going under the knife," Pavi laughed.

You glanced up at Pavi, taking a good look at the woman's face he wore as a mask. You squinted your eyes as you noticed the skin was starting to look rather splotchy.

"Pavi, you need a new mask," you said.

"No, I don't," he said, sitting down in a chair in front of your desk.

"I think you do," you insisted.

He simply shrugged and put his legs up, resting his feet on your desk. You sighed as you watched him do so.

"You can go now."

"And why would I do that? It's much more fun in here watching you work," Pavi said.

Pavi had a habit of doing this. He'd come in with a minor request and then find an excuse to stay. It didn't bother you all that much but today was a busy day. You were making two outfits for Amber, a suit for Luigi, and a dress for some guest who would be arriving at Gene-Co for an event.

You didn't have the time to entertain him.

"I have to work, Pavi," you said sternly.

"Take a break. Talk to me," he said, pouting his faux face.

"I don't have time."

"Alright...alright. But may I make another request?"

You rolled your eyes. There was already so much work to be done in such little time.

"Yes," you said.

He stood up and walked over to you. His hand reached up and caressed your face, grazing over your skin.

"Come with me tonight and help me find a new face," he said.

It wasn't much of a request. It was much more of a statement. A demand.

You nodded your head in agreement.

"Consider it a date," he said with a smile.

Art the Clown:

It was the middle of the night on Halloween. You stumbled on your feet as you made your way down the sidewalk. The air was proceeding to get colder as time passed.

You weren't sure what time it was. Your cell phone had died hours ago at the Halloween party you had left.

You couldn't drive home. You were far too intoxicated to do that. Plus, you didn't have a car of your own. Your friend had picked you up before the party. When you went to leave the party there was no sign of her or the car. Figuring that your friend had ditched you for a late-night hookup, you decided to tread back to your house.

Your outfit wasn't providing much warmth either. The clown costume you had picked for the Halloween costume was cute but it was made out of thin fabric. Cursing to yourself, you looked around.

Across the street from you was a pizza restaurant. The open sign still glowed and the lights were on inside.

"I could go for some food," you thought to yourself.

You walked across the street and entered the restaurant. A feeling of warmth cascaded over you as you stepped in.­­­

"Welcome! Great costume! What can I get you?" a man greeted you from behind the counter.

He was heavier set with tan skin and dark hair that was slicked back with styling gel.

You looked over the multiple options of pizza behind the glass of the counter. You ordered a slice of your favorite pizza and sat down at a booth.

As you ate, you heard the bell on the door chime. Glancing up, you noticed a tall figure dressed in a white and black clown suit with an alternating pattern. His face was painted white, and his face was covered in what you assumed to be prosthetics. In his hand, he carried a black bag.

For just a second, you forgot it was Halloween, and a chill ran up your spine. The feeling disappeared quickly as you assumed he was in a similar situation as you. Either going to or coming from a Halloween party.

The stranger sat down at the booth closest to the door without ordering anything.

"May I help you?" the man at the counter asked the clown.

There was no answer; the clown just looked away.

You decided to ignore it and continued to eat your pizza. It was Halloween after all. All types of people were bound to be lurking around.

As you ate, you couldn't help but feel a strange sensation. Goosebumps were forming on your neck. You glanced over to the clown. He was staring at you. Almp began to form in your throat and a part of you couldn't help but stare back. You couldn't tell if you were scared or just annoyed that someone was staring at you while you ate.

You decide to wave at him. A small gesture to break the ice. He smiled back at you.

You turned back to your food and finished your pizza rather quickly. The clown's smile wasn't necessarily a comforting one. You went to get up from your booth and couldn't. A small gasp left your mouth as you looked up. The clown stood in front of you, peering down as he blocked you from exiting. You hadn't even noticed him get up or walk over.

He put up his finger, gesturing for you to hold on. With a few dramatized miming motions, he reached into his bag and slowly pulled out a flower. He held up a singular rose, and you hesitantly took it.

"Um…thank you," you said quietly, smiling a little.

He tipped his hat and walked away, leaving the shop. It wouldn't be the last time you saw the mysterious clown.

Luigi Largo:

The repossession of organs was a regular occurrence in the city. By the year 2052, everyone's body seemed to begin to fail. Organ transplants and regular cosmetic surgery became the norm. Hell, even you had had a few organ transplants yourself to save yourself from an early death.

And with the new way of life, a new set of rules had to be made. Organs were now a rental property. If you didn't pay, they could be repossessed. You understood the rule, and you never missed a payment. Even when you didn't have the money, you still found a way to have the cash by the time payment was due.

You were good at keeping your payments, but you couldn't say the same about other people. When Gene-Co came knocking on your door months ago, you didn't know what to expect. It's not every day that Rotti Largo comes down to talk to civilians. You had seen him and his children on TV. His daughter was around your age. They lived a glamorous life, but it didn't take a rocket scientist to know that they were a mess.

Rotti offered you a job that day. He wanted to hire you as an assassin. There were fuzzy details about the current Repo-Man betraying his trust. He mentioned that it was good money and an easy way for you to pay off your organ payments. He even said that the company would give you grace periods to pay. Blah. Blah. Blah. Long story short, he wanted you to be his new "Repo-man".

At the time you weren't fond of the idea. Not many people lived through repossession. It essentially would kill a person each time. Also, really? The company that was paying you would just be getting the money back from you anyway. It didn't make much sense.

But that was months ago.

The past version of you would be absolutely disgusted with the present version of you.

Oh well.

Currently, you had your hand shoved into a man's chest. Normally you would have brought someone like this back to your home. It was much easier to cut the entire chest open to retrieve a heart. But you didn't have time for that right now. You were on the clock.

You had tracked this guy down as quickly as possible once you had realized you were late for drop-off. You had quickly stunned him, causing him to pass out.

And now he would never wake up because you were elbow-deep in his chest. You carefully pulled out the man's heart. You didn't care too much about properly cutting arteries. If Gene-Co didn't care about the condition of the heart then why should you? They just wanted to be able to cross a name off their list.

You placed the heart in a bag and then in your small ice cooler. Looking down at the guy you couldn't help but feel sorry. If only he had kept up with his payments. You started making your way down the streets.

You had on a respirator and tinted goggles. Not only did it help with keeping your identity sealed but it also helped protect you from the ungodly amount of pollution. The air was so thick with smog that it always looked like as if there was a haze of smoke in the air. You hadn't seen the stars in years. Just the cloudy light from the moon.

You remember your mom telling you what it was like when she was your age. She had been born in the early 2000s. She turned 18 around 2020. Your mom had grown up in a rural area, full of green fields and forests full of trees. You could tell that it made her sad.

None of that existed anymore.

Her home had been replaced with parking lots and skyscrapers. By the time she had you, she was 30, and there wasn't much grass left in America. Not many trees either. Most plants were grown in greenhouses now. They wouldn't survive the outside conditions. Now you were in your twenties, and you wished your mom had gotten pregnant sooner. You wished you hadn't had to grow up in a time where Earth had been wiped of nature and replaced with chaos.

As you walked down the sidewalk, you could see the glowing Gene-Co sign from down the street, looming over the city. It felt as if a giant eye was watching over you.

Although you worked for them, you didn't know much about the Largo family. You just knew what you saw on TV and the news. And based on what you heard, the family was nothing short of dysfunctional. You had never met any of them other than the patriarch, Rotti Largo. Your business was usually with Genterns and receptionists, not the Largo family.

You entered Gene-Co, pushing past the big glass doors. The building was an odd combination of a hospital and a business. On some floors, there would be operating rooms and Genterns. On other floors, offices and meeting rooms. You reached the front desk and looked at the blonde Gentern behind it.

God, you hated their uniforms.

The red visors and scrubs that looked like a mini dress bothered you for some reason. Maybe it was the fact that you always got a face full of their rear ends that irked you.

"Delivery," you said behind your mask.

She picked up her desk phone and pressed a couple of buttons.

"The repossession delivery is here," she said to the person on the other end of the line. She nodded her head and hung up the phone.

"You know where to go. They'll buzz you in," she said.

You walked away from the desk and made your way down the hall, entering a back room. It looked like a loading dock but was used for organ storage. And by the looks of it, very poor organ storage. The room wasn't even cold. No wonder people's organs were still useless after surgery.

As you walked past the shelves of unkept organs, you heard a group of voices arguing.

"What the hell?" you thought to yourself.

You knew it couldn't be Genterns arguing. These were two masculine voices.

You turned the corner of shelves and saw two men in suits arguing as Genterns looked on.

"You think you could run this company? Are you mad?"

"The only mad person here is you! God, look at you! You think that fake face looks good on you?"

You then realized who the men were. You recognized them from the news. The Largo brothers.

One had medium-length black hair and wore what appeared to be the face of a woman. The other man's shirt was unbuttoned, revealing a chest full of scars. In his hand was a knife. It took you a second to remember their names.

Pavi and Luigi.

"Ahem," you coughed.

Everyone turned to look at you as if you weren't supposed to be there.

"Ah, is this our new Repo-man," Pavi said.

"I've been working for this company for months. I'm not new. Here," you said, handing the heart-filled cooler to the closest Gentern.

"You're new to us," Luigi said, stepping closer as he buttoned up his shirt.

He circled around before stopping right in front of you.

"What's this for?" he said, tapping his knife on your respirator.

"To filter out pollution," you said. Honestly, what type of question was that?

"And these?" he asked, poking at your goggles. His fingerprint smudged the lenses, causing you to have to take them off and clean them.

"I wear them so I don't have to make eye contact with people. Thanks a lot for messing them up," you said, frustrated.

"You're welcome," Luigi said.

He walked away from you, going to stand back by his brother.

"Well, goodbye. I'm sure you have more repossessions to do," Pavi said, smiling.

You stuck out your hand, waiting for the Gentern to pay you.

"What do you want now?" Luigi asked.

"This is the part where a Gentern normally pays me," you said, annoyed.

"Oh, I got you covered this time," Luigi said, walking back over to you. He took out a wad of cash, and you could tell it was way more than your usual pay. You expected him to go through it, but he just sat all of the money in your hand.

"Wait, this is too muc-"

"Keep the change," Luigi said, winking at you.

Billy Lenz:

You slumped onto the couch as you listened to music. It was Christmas break, and the rest of the people in your (fraternity/sorority) had gone home to their families. Only you and a couple of the other members had decided to stay for the holidays. You were left alone in the house while the other members left to go to the bar.

The music played at a low volume and echoed throughout the house. You closed your eyes as you listened to it, droning off as you finally began to relax. The past few weeks had been stressful due to finals, but now all the tests were finally over. It was also the first time you had been alone in months. You could feel the weight of the tension leaving your body. It was a great feeling that you hadn't felt in a while. It wasn't often that you could just sit down and relax.

Just as you began to get comfortable, the house phone rang.

"Damn it," you mumbled to yourself.

You got up and walked into the foyer of the house, picking up the phone with a sigh.

"Hello?" you said. Instead of an answer, you were met with fuzzy garbling.

Strange noises came through the phone. Screams and whispers flooded through the phone.

"Hello?" you said, again, getting more frustrated.

"Billy...." a voice said, drawing out the syllables.

"There's no Billy here. You've got the wrong number?"

"What are you doing, Billy?" the voice whispered with a growl.

"You got the wrong number, man. Goodbye," you said, hanging up the phone.

"What the hell was that?" you thought.

You gritted your teeth as you went to the kitchen. Grabbing a glass, you began to pour yourself something to drink. As you did so, you heard a creak upstairs. Your head shot up. You were on edge due to the strange phone call, but you decided to brush off the feeling. The (fraternity/sorority) was old and would sometimes creak in the middle of the night. You were sure that was all it was. Your nerves, plus the old house, were just not getting along.

You went back to the living room and turned up the music in an attempt to get back to your relaxed state. Right before you sat down, the phone rang again. You paused for a second, contemplating whether you should answer it.

You took a deep breath and made your way back into the foyer, picking up the phone slowly and bringing it up to your ear.

"Hello?" you said.

This time you could tell your voice was more frustrated. And your frustration got worse as you heard the caller on the other end. Once again, you were met with more grumbles, screams, moans, and whispers.

"Hey, man. I don't know who you are, but stop calling this number!" you said. You slammed the phone back down on the receiver.

Almost on cue, you heard a creak come from upstairs again. This time, you could hear it more clearly. It sounded like the floorboard creaking under the weight of someone's foot.

A shiver ran up your spine as you were suddenly struck with a dreadful feeling of fear.

"Who's there?" you called out. Maybe it was just one of the members of the (fraternity/sorority). Maybe they had come home from the bar while you were in the kitchen.

"Guys, are you home?" you asked. You hadn't moved from the foyer, too scared to even budge. Your eyes were glued to the stairs of the house.

Suddenly the phone rang again, causing you to jump at the sudden noise. You turned away from the stairs and brought your attention back to the phone.

"Look, man. You're really starting to piss me off," you said.

"What are you talking about, (Y/N)?" a familiar voice said on the other side of the line.

It was your mom.

"Jeez, I'm sorry mom. Hi, how are you?" you greeted, taking a sigh of relief.

"I'm fine. I could ask the same about you. Why'd you answer the phone like that?" she asked.

"The house has been getting some weird phone calls, and I'm the only one at home right now. I'm just a little scared is all," you explained.

"Have you called the police to see if they can track the number?"

"No, I don't think it's that serious," you answered.

"Well, please be safe. I was just calling to check up on you and tell you we miss you," she said.

"I miss you too. I'll see you guys once spring break rolls around," you said.

"Okay. And (Y/N)...." Your mom trailed off a bit.

"Yeah?"

"Please be safe," she said.

"I will. Bye, Mom. I love you."

You hung up the phone putting it back on the receiver. You turned back to the stares and let out a gasp. Your body was tackled to the ground and suddenly you were struggling to breathe. You looked up and saw a man with brown hair and a dark green sweater.

His hands were around your throat and your breath was becoming more and more restricted. You clawed at his hands and kicked your legs.

After missing a couple of times, your knee hit the man in the groin, causing him to loosen his grip. You then raised your legs, kicking him back with both of your feet. The man fell back, giving you enough time to get back on your feet. You quickly grabbed the heaviest thing around you which just so happened to be a weighted candlestick sitting on the foyer table.

The man stumbled back to his feet. You gripped the candlestick, just waiting for an excuse to use it.

"Who are you?" you asked.

He smirked, and his eyes glanced over at the house phone on the foyer table.

The realization hit you like a bolt of lightning. The mysterious caller was in the house standing right in front of you.

"Man, you got a lot of explaining to do."

Will Graham:

You tapped your fingers on the desk while you waited for Jack Crawford. The door to his office had been open, so you were sure he would return soon. On his desk sat a stack of folders and papers.

If you weren't in a professional setting, you might have not resisted the urge to snoop. But alas, this was your work setting, and you had a great level of respect for Jack. Your eyes pried away from the papers and looked elsewhere around the empty office.

Over the past month, you had been hospital-bound after a nearly fatal encounter with an active shooter. You were just a criminal investigator. And all though you had a firearm on you constantly, most of the time you didn't need it. Crime suspects rarely came back to the scene of the crime. But this one did, and he had pulled out his own gun before you had time to react.

You were shot four times and, you were lucky to be alive. After a grueling recovery phase, you thought it was about time you got back to work.

"I expected you to be home, (Y/N)," a voice said from behind you.

You turned around in your seat. Jack stood at the doorway of his office. There was a small smile on his face. You could tell he was happy to see you.

"I got tired resting in bed. I need some excitement, I guess," you said.

He walked into the office and sat down at his desk.

"Are you sure you're up for it? Your leave technically hasn't ended yet. You still have time to recover," he said.

You shook your head.

"I'm done with recovery. I might need some therapy, but other than that, I'm good," you said with a laugh.

"I can recommend you a good therapist," he said. He was partially joking, but he seemed sincere.

"I might have to take you up on that offer," you said, "So what have I missed? Got anything for me, boss?"

Jack's hand made its way to one of the folders on his desk. He slid it across to you.

The front tab was labeled 'Minnesota Shrike/Chesapeake Ripper'. You opened the folder up and started reading.

"We've been called out to Minnesota to investigate a series of murders. All of the victims so far are all teenage girls. As you can see most of them look rather similar," Jack began to explain.

You flipped through the contents of the folder, reading about each victim and examining their photos, mainly the ones that were taken post-mortem.

You wiggled out a picture from underneath a paperclip that had been taken at one of the crime scenes. A girl was sprawled out in the sun in what appeared to be a grassy field. She was nude. Her skin was very pale and had begun to turn greyish-blue. Right underneath her breasts were two apparent puncture wounds. And what was coming out of those wounds made you squint to make sure you weren't seeing things.

She had been impaled with deer antlers.

"What does this have to do with the Chesapeake Ripper?" you asked.

"There may be a possible connection. We have to search every lead," Jack said.

You nodded and continued to look through the folder.

"And what do you want me to do?" you asked.

"One, get ready to go to Minnesota. We just got the call about an hour ago that there's been another murder," Jack said.

"Really? Man, whoever this guy is he's resilient," you said.

"And two, do me a favor and take these down to Will Graham at the Academy."

Jack took the stack of papers and folders and sat them all down in front of you. You closed the folder you were looking at and put it on top.

"Who's Will Graham?" you questioned.

"Your new investigation partner," Jack said.

"Well, I guess I should meet him sooner than later," you said.

"I agree. I'll see you later, (L/N)," Jack said.

You got up from your seat and took the paperwork into your hands. You exited the office and made your way out of the FBI Crime Lab.

Instead of taking your car, you decided to walk to the academy. It was only a couple of minutes away, so the walk would be rather short.

The leaves on the trees had almost all turned dark shades of orange and yellow. Leaves fell on the sidewalk as you walked down the sidewalk. The changing color made you realize just exactly how much time had passed since the shooting. You remembered how the air had felt that day. It wasn't necessarily hot but it was warm. Warm enough to wear all you wanted to wear was a t-shirt and jeans. But now the air was crisp and cool. In a couple of weeks, the temperature would be in the freezing temperatures. Time had changed so quickly.

You approached the front doors of the FBI Academy and entered. You weren't sure where to go. You figured Will was a teacher but Jack hadn't mentioned what he would be teaching. Now that you thought of it, you had no idea what the man would even look like.

You walked down the hallways, peeking into the open doors. You weren't really sure where to even look. You heard faint talking and footsteps down another hall and decided to follow the sounds.

As you turned the corner you saw what you knew to be students based on their uniforms.

"Excuse me, guys. Do you know where I can find Will Graham?" you asked as you approached them.

"Oh, yeah. We just got out of his class. Down this hall, third door on the right," one of the girls said, pointing down the hall.

"Thank you so much," you said.

You walked down the quiet hallway and turned at the open lecture hall. It was a smaller class with a large projector. You saw who you assumed was Will Graham facing towards the projector, looking up and examining it.

You looked up and paused. It was the same picture from earlier. The girl was impaled by deer antlers.

"In all of my years as an agent, I've never seen anything quite like that," you said aloud.

The man jumped a bit at the sudden sound of your voice and turned around. He had wavy brown hair that cascaded around his head. His face dawned a good bit of short whiskers and he wore dark glasses that rested on his nose.

"Neither have I," he said, "May I help you?"

"Will Graham?" you questioned.

"Yes, and you are?"

"(Y/N) (L/N), Jack Crawford sent me," you said. You walked over to him and offered him a handshake, which he took without hesitation.

"Jack sent you. So you're not a student?" he asked.

"No, I'm an agent. I've been out on medical leave, but I just got back," you explained.

You handed him the pack of paperwork. He took it in his hands and sat it down.

"Welcome back," he said.

"Thank you."

"So what are your thoughts on...all of this?" Will questioned, gesturing up to the projector.

"I'm not sure yet. I guess I'll come up with a better opinion in a couple of hours. I'm coming with you and Jack to Minnesota," you said.

"Oh, you're going with us?" Will said.

"Mhm, it's time for me to get back out there in the field. I'm glad I won't have to do it alone. According to Jack, it sounds like we're partners now," you said.

"I guess so," he said with a small smile.

[gigizetz]

Aeolus character design process!

(disclaimer: my writing sucks and I'm not good at explaining things so if it gets a bit weird just know I'm trying my best)

a lot of people have been saying very nice things about my character design for Aeolus in EPIC, and that makes me really happy! So I decided to break it down to show you guys my full process in designing them! :D

When I first listened to the snippet of Keep Your Friends Close I was very excited that this old bearded god man was going to be interpreted by a girl, so the first concept I had was to maximize this contrast by also making my Aeolus appear as a child. Aside from the contrast thing, it would also tie in with their playful personality. Here are some of the sketches I did at the time (around 2022):

Since the beginning I always had the clown aesthetic in mind. Not sure why, just thought it matched the cute playfulness of the character. It was fun combining wind/cloud stuff with the clown aesthetic, like the cloud around the neck and wrists, which was supposed to resemble those ruff thingies that clowns usually wear.

I experimented with a lot of elements, like the headband and the cropped shirt, but I decided to remove and recicle them in other EPIC characters (Odysseus and Circe). Their design was also more feminine, and since I was aiming for a more androgynous look this would be changed later.

I remember around this time I saw a video of Jay where he said he envisioned Aeolus having a more calm nature aesthetic, so I decided to change my design to better match what he had in mind. I made the hair wavier, with clean and smooth lines, made sure that Aeolus would act less clown-like, rarely stand up and never abandon the cloud. These doodles better resemble the current design:

it was also around this time that I designed the island in the sky. My biggest inspiration was New Super Mario Bros. WII world 7, mainly because of the chill vibes and cute fluffy clouds. So I took that and threw the combined aesthetic of a child's playroom and ancient Greece temple on top of it and it was done.

Right now here's the full body reference of them:

I'm very proud of it, I think it matches the themes and feelings I had in mind while also translating their personality quite well. The color palette is a simple blue/yellow/red, but the simplicity helps to complement the childish appearance. Their outfit is comfy, cute, and something you'd like to sleep in. The round shapes makes them adorable. Overall a cute little gremlin that is also a very powerful god.

[slasherparty]

Hey!! Not sure if requests are open or not but would you please write a pennywise cuddling the reader by candlelight type thing , times are hard atm and I would like my clown boiis comfort- if not I completely understand! Thank you!!

my requests (& commissions) are open, yes!! apologies for the late response! i haven’t written penny in sooo so long… i’ll do a simple list of soft stuff! this might be rusty but here goes

pennywise 🎈 x reader (comfort HCs)💭

pennywise does not speak words of comfort as mortals do; instead, he wraps his presence around you like a fog, the sensation both suffocating and soothing, a reminder that he is there and always watching.

his voice, usually a teasing lilt, softens to a deep, resonant hum that reverberates through your chest. “What’s this, little one? Tears? No need for those... not when I’m here.”

when the world feels too heavy, he conjures an illusion of weightlessness — floating you both above the ground in a quiet, timeless space, where neither gravity nor sorrow can reach.

cuddling by candlelight is a peculiar ritual with him; the flickering glow dances across his otherworldly features, softening the sharp angles and making him appear almost human — almost. his embrace is warm, his laughter low, as if he’s learned this way of comforting just for you.

pennywise chooses to approach comfort in a tactile manner. he has a fondness for cradling your head against his chest, gloved hand stroking your hair as if you were a treasured doll of his. his form shifts to accommodate you perfectly, his body strangely soft, like a cloud that holds you in its embrace. you hear the deep, rhythmic sound of his breathing — a heartbeat that shouldn’t exist but somehow reassures you all the same.

despite his unsettling and primal nature, he knows how to listen. his golden eyes, glowing faintly in the darkness, fix on you with an intensity that makes you feel seen in a way no one else has ever managed.

his voice shifts, soft and melodic, the guttural edge smoothed away as he murmurs, “Tell me what hurts. I’ll make it disappear—just for you.” and though his offer carries a hint of his predatory nature, there is no malice in it, only devotion.

when you cry, he does not offer tissues or platitudes. instead, he collects your tears on the tip of one elongated finger, inspecting them with childlike wonder before whispering, “Beautiful. Even your pain is beautiful.”

if fear follows you, he steps into the shadows with a growl, his clownish smile sharp and predatory. “No one frightens you but me,” he promises, his monstrous form a shield instead of a threat.

on the darkest nights, he hums a haunting tune, one that feels ancient and endless, wrapping the room in a melody that lulls you to sleep and whispers, “You are mine, and you are safe.”

thank you for reading!! 💌

you can find more of my writing here on ao3!

[mushyblushyredhead]

I noticed you're doing fics for Helluva Boss, so I wanted to request a fic about a tickle fight between Blitzø and Fizzarolli where Blitzø wants to make things like it was when they were teenagers and starts acting like a little shit to provoke Fizzarolli, and a tickle fights ensues, only to be broken up by Stolas and Asmodeus where they both end chasing their own imp boyfriends.

TickleTober 2024 🎃

Day 2: Chase

Switches!Blitzø & Fizzarolli

Word Count: 1.7k

⚠️ Warning for some language & mild spoilers!

And also kinda AU ending here where everything’s good and nobody’s hearts get broken (iykyk) 🥲

“Hey, thanks for inviting me out tonight,” Fizzarolli smiled at his now present friend, Blitzø.

“Oh, uh, sure thing,” Blitz awkwardly replied. “Anything to get our minds off of…y’know what happened the other day.” It had only been one day since Blitz and Fizz had been captured by the bounty hunter, Striker, and Blitz insisted that he and Fizz needed a day to hangout and catch up now that they seemed to be on good terms.

Although they both got some closure after so long while nearly escaping with their lives, Blitz still felt like it wasn’t enough. After all that, they were just going to part ways and walked off like nothing happened? No, Blitz already lost his best friend so long ago. He didn’t want it to happen again. They deserved to at least hang out and rekindle their friendship once more.

And that’s where they were at; Blitz invited Fizzarolli out to dinner, and they decided to rendezvous back to Fizz’s place to spend the rest of the evening there.

Except, Blitz was starting to feel guilty. And awkward. He was feeling guilty about being awkward for this hangout. Here he was with his best friend that he wished to rekindle with after so many years, and now he didn’t know what to say or do. What was he even supposed to say after all these years? He didn’t want to say the wrong thing, or worse, say something that would set Fizz off and remind him exactly why their friendship ended in the first place.

Blitz’s overthinking was clouding his hearing, he wasn’t aware that Fizzarolli was speaking to him. He snapped out of his thoughts when he felt something nudge his shoulder. “Huh? What?”

“I said,” Fizz repeated. “Are you okay? You look like you’ve been zoning out this whole time.”

“Oh, heh. No, don’t worry about it. Guess I just drank a little too much tonight,” Blitz lied, forcing a smile.

Fizz could tell Blitz was lying, but he didn’t want to push it. “Oh, okay then.”

Uh-oh. Now it was silent again. Awkward silence.

C’mon, c’mon! Say something! Blitz racked his brain for something to say. Shit! He felt he was never good at this whole sentimental stuff; he was only good at ruining things. There had to be something he could say or do to save their friendship even more. But what? Why was talking to his best friend so hard to do?

He peeked over and saw Fizz fiddling with his prosthetic animatronic arms. Blitz quickly turned his head away as guilt washed over him again. He was never going to forgive himself for causing…that to Fizzarolli. Was that the reason why he couldn’t talk to him anymore? Because he still carried that heavy guilt from all those years ago?

Whatever the reason, Blitz didn’t want it to ruin his friendship any longer. He cleared his throat, getting Fizz’s attention. “So…heh…those robot arms of yours must make you pretty damn good with Oz in bed, huh?”

Fizz scowled, but it quickly melted into a visible smile. “Fuhuhuck Blitz, can you not bring any weird jokes into a normal conversation?”

“Hey, I used to be a crappy clown. It’s my job to crack weird jokes all the time.” Blitz grinned, nudging his friend in the side. “Besides, you seem to have no problem with it since you laughed.”

Fizz yelped, arching away from where Blitz’s elbow hit him. “A-AAH! Watch it with your pointy elbows!”

Blitz cocked his head to the side. He had never heard Fizzarolli make a sound like that before. It took him a solid few seconds before he figured it out. No fucking way…even after all these years! A wicked slow grin spread across his face. He wasn’t feeling guilty or hesitant anymore. He knew exactly how he was going to bond with his friend again. The way he always did when they were teenagers.

“Hey Fiiiiiizz~!” Blitz sing-songed. “You always complain about my jokes being so shitty yet you laugh at every single one!”

“I do not!” Fizz protested.

Perfect. “Do too, watch!” Remember that legless balloon horse I always made as a kid? Well, how did he lose his legs in the first place?” Blitz paused for dramatic effect to deliver his punchline while he sneakily slid his tail behind Fizz. “…Too much horseplay!”

As soon as he said the punchline, Blitz jabbed and wriggled his tail end against Fizz’s side, causing him to emit that same high-pitched yelp.

“Ha! See? You still laugh at my jokes!”

“I wahahasn’t laughing, idiot!” Fizz shot back. He cursed himself for letting a giggle slip out. “Ihihit’s your fucking tahahail!”

Blitz hummed. “Hmm, I guess you’re right. I’ve always been a pain in your side, huh?” Blitz quickly tased Fizz’s side to playfully emphasize his point.

This time, Fizz squeaked and flinched away from the touch. “Blihihihitz!” He couldn’t hold back his giggles now. “S-Stohohop doing thahahat!”

Blitz sighed, pretending to be annoyed, but he didn’t let up and continued to poke Fizz’s side repeatedly. “Look, Fizzarolli, I’m trying to lighten the mood here, crack some jokes, and build our friendship back, and all you wanna do is laugh in my face like whatever I say is the most ridiculous thing!”

“You ahahahare ridiculous, Blihihihitzo!”

Normally, Blitz hated whenever anyone called him by his previous name. But he made an exception for this case; he knew Fizz wasn’t trying to insult him for real, but he still made a dramatic show by pretending to be offended.

“Oh, now you’ve gone too far, Raviolli! You know the ‘o’ is silent in my name now!” Before he could let Fizz answer back, Blitz attacked him for real. He leapt on top of Fizz, and dug his claws against wherever he could reach.

Fizz emitted a funny screech as he was glomped, immediately bursting into loud cackles. “BLIHIHIHITZ! NohohohAAAAA! STAHAHAHAhahap!!”

Blitz pulled his hands back. “Alright, you whiner. I’ll stop.” Fizz breathed a sigh of relief. But he immediately burst out laughing again as Blitz’s wiggling claws went back to his torso.

“WHAAAAHAHAT THE FUHUHUCK, BLIHIHIHIHITZ!!?”

Blitz grinned as wickedly as the Radio Demon. “What? You didn’t say for how long you wanted me to stop!”

“F-FUHUHAHAHACK YOUHOOHOOHOO, YOU CLAHAHAHAHOWN!!”

“Alright, smart ass,” Blitz chuckled evilly. “You wanna make this worse for yourself by calling me names? Because you clearly still have a lot of fight in ya if you can keep sassing me. Luckily…” he cracked his knuckles for dramatic effect. “I know just how to squeeze that sass out of you.”

“Not unless I squeeze it out of you, first!” Fizz shot back, surprising Blitz by throwing him off with his robotic legs. Now, it was Fizz’s turn to snicker like a villain. “You were right, Blitz, these robotic arms of mine do have their advantages for a lot of things!”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, uhhh…truce?”

Elsewhere, Asmodeous and Stolas were chatting over tea together. They were relieved that their loved ones were not only safe back home, but there were also finally getting along. It was nice to see the former duo finally rekindling their friendship.

It wasn’t until they started to hear distant screams of protest that made their protective boyfriend instincts kick in, and rush to the scene. When they saw what was happening, there were relived there was no real danger but instead were silently gushing at the scene; Blitz and Fizzarolli engaged in an all-out tickle fight. The two demons were rolling around on the floor, tickling each other silly, and screaming for the other to give up.

“GIHIHIHIVE UHUHUP, BLITZ!!”

“Y-YOU FIHIHIHIHIRST, YOU ROBOHOHOHOT FREAK!!”

“NAAAAHEEHEEHEE—NEVER!!”

Ozzie and Stolas both rolled their eyes fondly at each other. As adorable as the sight was, they knew how stubborn their boyfriends could be. If they didn’t intervene soon, this tickle fight could last for hours.

Luckily, they knew just how to intervene.

Fizz and Blitz halted their tickle attacks when they heard Stolas’ voice. “Oh, Fizzarolli, if you want Blitzy to give in, you’ll have to go for his underarms and tummy!”

Blitz paled and then blushed. “Shut your damn beak, Stolas! You stay out of this!”

Fizz giggled like a gremlin. “HA! Your furry boyfriend called you out!” He immediately stopped laughing when he heard Ozzie say, “And Blitz, if you want Fizzy here to give up, you have to go for his tummy! And especially under his chin; it makes him let out the cutest little squeaks and chirps!”

Now it was Fizzarolli’s turn to blush madly. He stammered, then whined. “Ozzie! Whyyyyy?! Blitz doesn’t need to know that!”

“But now I do! Ohhh this changes everything! Finally, now I can get you back after all these years!”

“Not if I get you first!” Fizz growled, stretching his robotic limbs.

Stolas and Ozzie exchanged looks. They both smirked, silently agreeing.

“Shall we teach them a lesson?” Ozzie grinned.

Stolas chuckled. “Love to. After you, Asmodeus.”

The smaller imps paused their attacks again as they were engulfed in their partners’ shadows. They slowly looked up and gulped, knowing those looks far too well with what it meant.

“Uhh Blitz?”

“Yeah, run.”

The two imps took off running, flustered beyond comprehension at their partners chasing them, knowing what was going to happen as soon as they were caught. And their boyfriends? They couldn’t help but tease and coo how they were going to get them just to fluster them even more. And it worked like a charm.

“Just so you know, this is all your fault!” Fizz exclaimed.

“Hey, it’s your fault, too!” Blitz shot back. “But quit worrying, Fizz. It’s not like our furry boyfriends can even catch up to us!”

The two immediately slammed into Stolas and Asmodeus, Stolas easily portaling them both.

“‘They’ll never even catch up to us’, huh?” Fizz sarcastically remarked.

Blitz stammered nervously. “Stolas, what the hell?! You can’t use your portals, you cheater!”

Stolas hummed. “Since when have you ever cared about fairness in these silly games, Blitzy?” Said imp blushed at that comment. “Now then, where were we, Asmodeus?”

“I believe we were just about to teach these two a lesson about thinking they could outrun us. We always catch up! And you know what happens when we do~!” Ozzie playfully reminded.

Both demons each grabbed and cradled their imp boyfriends in their arms, holding them securely as they squirmed in anticipation. The night was no longer silent as Stolas and Ozzie tickled their boyfriends silly, enjoying the sweet sounds of their screeches and laughter.

THE END <3

Hope you love this, anon! 🫶🏻

[not-a-book-worm]

Platonic Yandere Killer Clown with Child!Reader

Warning: kidnapping, manipulation, imprisonment, and murder

★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★

You were at the park with your friend Parker. You waved at your Papa and Mama as you went down the slide. Your parents and Parker's parents decided it would be the perfect day to go to the park and they weren't wrong it was the perfect day. No cloud in the sky only the sun shining. You and Parker were then playing tag together until Parker tagged you back. "Haha you're it!" he laughed at you as he ran away from. "Hey not fair!" You then ran after him.

You guys took a break by the tree that was close to the playground and where your guys parents can see you. Parker then points at something. "Hey look at that clown handing out balloons!" You then turn to see a person dressed as a clown holding balloons handing a toddler a balloon but what caught you off guard was the clown mask he was wearing. "He looks creepy..." You said.

"Nahh he looks pretty funny..! Hey lets go get a balloon from him!" Parker says. You felt hesitant, "Don't you think we should tell our parents first?" "Come on! It'll be real quick!" Parker said as he already started walking off to the creepy clown. "But-" You were about to say something but eventually you gave up and followed Parker. You and Parker both went up to the clown. "Hello! We would like a balloon please!" Parker says to the clown.

The clown looks down at the both of you and says: "Oh hello little ones!" His voice sounded sweet but creepy. "Where are your guys parents? You little kids shouldn't be alone, someone can just snatch you guys up if they wanted too." Parker smiles proudly "Well actually we can handle it by ourselves right y/n?" Parker looks over at you and you nervously nod "Y-ya... we can..." You felt the clown staring at you eerily through the mask. "well since you guys are independent I have special balloons for independent kids like you!" The clown says cheerfully.

"Wow?! Really?!" Parker asked excitedly. "Yup all you need to do is follow me to my special van where I keep the balloons" The clown then points to a colorful van. "Oh ya!! lets go-" But you grab Parker's hand before he can go anywhere. "I don't know if this is a good idea Parker... We shouldn't trust strangers" You whisper to him. Parker whispers back "Come on y/n!!! These are special balloons and this clown seems like a nice guy lets just go! Or are you scared..?" He teased.

"I am not!!" You whisper back angrily. "Then come on lets go!" You and Parker then follow the clown to the van and you felt really nervous, something about this didn't feel right... you felt it in your gut but you wanted to prove to Parker that you weren't scared so you shake that uncomfortable feeling away. You all arrive the clown's colorful van. "Let me just open the door and i'll give you guys your balloons." The clown then opens the back doors of the van. "Why don't you guys look in there yourselves so you guys can chose the balloon?" Parker didn't hesitate to go in the van and you quickly follow him. "Parker!! wait!!" You then looked inside the van to see no balloons. "Hey?! There isn't balloons in here! You tricked us!" Parker said angrily.

But the clown didn't say anything making you feel scared, he then throws something small into the van and shuts the doors. Before you guys can even react the small thing creates smoke and you both cough. "What do we do Parker...?!" you cried. But Parker didn't say anything as he falls unconscious and you start to feel sleepy from the smoke. "P-parker..." You mumble out as you fall onto the floor of the van. And then everything goes black.

...

You felt yourself being carried by someone big and strong and you slightly open your eyes a bit to see a man with long hair, green eyes, and a scar on his cheek. You see he had some red stuff on his face as he stared down at you softly and you heard his deep voice whisper. "shhh shh... don't wake up now little one... just sleep..." You felt him rub your head and you felt yourself falling back asleep.

...

You then open your eyes slowly and you felt yourself on something soft. You weakly sit up and look around. You were in a bedroom with a window that was boarded up. You try to get off the bed but you felt something heavy around your ankle. A chain.... You then start freaking out and you start crying. Where was Parker...? Is he ok? Will you be ok? All your thoughts were then interrupted by the bedroom door opening. And you see the clown that trapped you in the van coming towards you but he wasn't wearing the outfit he was wearing mealier instead he was wearing a black hoodie and black pants. That mask... it looked so creepy. You start scooting away as he came to the bed.

You were trembling so much and you've been crying. "Calm down little one... I am not going to hurt you..." His voice was soft. You shook your head. "W-where am I...?! W-where is Parker...?!" You cried out to him. He kneels besides the bed. "After when you guys fell asleep in my van, your friend got up and just left you" He says to you pitifully. You felt your heart break when you heard him say that but you didn't believe him. "N-no! You're lying! Parker is my best friend! He wouldn't leave me behind!" The clown then gets on the bed making you want to scoot away even more but there was no more room to scoot.

"I would never lie to you little one..." You didn't believe him when he said that. Not one bit. "You lied to us about the balloon and trapped us in your van!" You can see in his mask he was getting annoyed. "Well the truth is little one your parents and your friend didn't want you anymore they gave you to me and they made me lie to you. Your friend only pretended to be asleep and you did notice how easily he wanted follow me so you can follow him too since you guys are best friends." His words were getting to you but you still didn't believe him. "Still don't believe me little one...? Well lemme show you something." He then takes out a paper and read the words on it out loud.

"Dear Clowny, We do not want y/n anymore they aren't worth our time take care of them for us."

He then hands you the paper to read it and you couldn't believe your eyes... Your mama and papa didn't want you anymore... and Parker just left you... Left you here with Clowny... Whatever his name is. You look down and you couldn't stop yourself from crying in front him. You then felt Clowny rubbing your head, something about that gesture familiarize you as if someone rubbed your head like that before.

"Its ok little one... you don't have to worry I am going to take good care of you... way better then your parents..." He pats your head one last time before getting off the bed. "Now I need to do something really quick so you stay here and just rest, you had a hard day" He gives you one last look before shutting the door and locking it. You look down at your chained up ankle and start crying softly. You wish you could just go home with your mama and papa but... they don't want you anymore.

Meanwhile...

Clowny walks down the hallway and goes into a different room and he takes off his mask and takes off his hoodie. He then puts on a pair of gloves as he looks down at Parker's body on the ground... lifeless... He picks him up and sets him on the table and gets a hand saw that was on the ground. And starts doing his work.

...

He puts everything into the black bags and puts it on the side. He'll deal with that later after all he should go check on you. He heads to your room and opens the door quietly and he sees you asleep on the bed. His heart flutters as he sees you sleep so adorably. He quietly walks up to your bed and kisses your forehead and rub your head. He knew the moment he saw you, he wouldn't dare to hurt you like he does to other children. After all... you look like her... but he lost her... so he swore to God he wouldn't lose you either.

[derww]

DAY 2: MACE

The mace is, of course, important. But Clown wants the mace because he wants to prove that he can be peaceful – just doesn't want to. And, also:

– You have to participate, – says Squiddo to him, and something in their intonation makes Clown feel like she's not joking. So he joins.

And he actually enjoys it – after all, he has his days off from being a mass murderer. He likes to do funny, cool, and cute stuff. Yeah, it's a little strange to be like that to someone besides his close friends, but he manages easily. It became a good change of the rhythm, even if it was just for a few weeks.

And, dismissing how obvious it is that he is pretending, he is the perfect candidate for the mace: a strong fighter who has redeemed himself passed, ready to protect the weak. True warrior of the peace. A symbol of hope. Is it that Minute wanted to be the last time?

When the Mace Keepers invite him on a walk in the middle of the night, they lead him up the tall mountain, a peak towering over the world. The air here is thin and almost sweet, the colors are hidden by undertones, and dense clouds hide the ground below. It's truly peaceful up here. Maybe some other version of him could have gotten used to it.

– You won, – they say, looking at him with pride. – you are truly worthy.

For some reason, all of them are smiling. Their hands are all empty. They are nodding.

– But none of us have the mace, – 4CVIT remarks cryptically, – not Squiddo, not MrCube and not even me. Its Master Oogway who got to actually take care of it.

They step aside, showing a small hillock located under a spreading willow tree. The grass is silvered under the moonlight. Firmament is strewn with myriads of stars.

At one point, there's no one there. He blinks, and there appears a figure. They are completely hidden in a dark robe, and their fabrics shine down like a waterfall. The Mace Keepers applaud them, as if approving the spectacular appearance.  

The figure removes a long purple hood. Branzy looks different – stricter, taller, and with the white hair pulled back in a braid – but it's still him. He's smiling. 

– Hello, gorgerous, – Clown says, – an honor to see you again.

Branzy smiles and blushes and laughs, but he needs to keep the composure, so he does.

– You had worked really hard to get here, – Branzy says, and he can't stop smiling and he looks Clown straight in the eyes, – reminding us all that yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mistery, but today is a gift. And whats why it's called a present.

He solemnly presents him with the mace – takes it out of a sealed briefcase, from a purple silk pillow, and carefully holds it, not like a warrior but like an archivist, and he hands it to Clown.

And he accepts it, feeling the weight of responsibility and echoes of the warmth of other people's hands, and Keepers congratulate him and applaud, and everything is finally exactly as it should be – and then he changes his grip, wind charges into the sky, and with the eerie rumble strikes 4C, bringing him instant death.

It's too easy to kill them, weak and defensless, who had just given him the strongest power in the world. Squiddo and MrCube live only a little longer, but they too get decimated into dust. Mace shines, overflowing with power. Clown turns around and looks up at Branzy. and lowers the mace.

– I missed you, – he says warmly and takes out the mask. They look into each other's eyes for a moment. And then they hug.

– I missed you too, Clown, – Branzy agrees, caressing his hair, – you are the ray of sunshine in my life.

– Aw-w, dear, – Clown gives in and kisses him in the cheek, and Branzy, finally taking down all the officiousness and seriousness, happily giggles, – you never fail to make me smile.

They have less than an hour. He is happy nonetheless.

[nabi-unveiled]

Nabi Notices (May 28, 2025)

It's been a few weeks since I did one of these. Life got busy.

In funny/not-so-funny things, I got told at a family gathering this weekend that I need to "not take things so literally" and "to look for the meaning behind words". 🤣 And besides internally dying with laughter, I only had one thought....

I'm proud of myself. I didn't say it out loud at least. They obviously don't know me well. I guess it takes more than 20 years😅.

In blog world, I've been having a fantastic time thinking about tropes and exploring tags about older shows I enjoyed. @watchthisqqq and @my-rose-tinted-glasses -> I'm still working on my "Old QL tag game" post. Apparently dates are the detail I DON'T notice, and I've watched BLs and queer media in general for so long that they're all mixed up together in my head. I probably should've just went with the first five I thought of and could confirm were pre-2020 instead of trying to actually pick favorites. I'm never good at rankings.

The Things I Noticed This Week:

I'm watching a mix of currently airing and older stuff at the moment. I definitely have not watched everything that's currently airing, and I'm finding myself binging more lately. Frankly, with the way work is currently, binging or replaying episodes is easier. The fewer decisions I'm having to make in other areas, the better. LOL.

Fabulous Fit

Since it's been a few weeks, I'm going to post a few here.

My Stubborn - Episode 5

I love both of their outfits in this scene. Black tee and jeans is pretty much a sexy staple, but beyond that -> Boat wore it extremely well. Petition to just do casual dress day at the office from here on out. It's not like we're professionals anyways. And the cloud sweater? It pops up frequently, but I want it every single time.

Pit Babe 2 -> Episode 3

Do I love this shirt with it's heart cut out? Do I hate it? I haven't decided. But I KEEP thinking about it which says...something.

Light on Me

We all know I love a good sweater, but pairing it with a fun hat to match? It's a look that brought me joy. We have enough gimmicky country themed events around here for me to know that I'd wear it if the occasion served.

And not really an entire fit, but I loved the fact that Xiao Bai wore BOTH ear cuffs while they were apart in Fight for You. The food symbolism and finger bite in the NC scene were nice bonuses.

Fascinating Find

My main deep dive this past week was into all of the symbols of The Next Prince, because it's feeding my clown car theories. Main summary -> the blue flag has an asterism on it that represents the crocodile king. A figure that is NOT the good guy in Thai folklore. I never fear the snake easily spotted in the open as much as the one hidden in the grass.

Fantastic Frame

There have been a lot of frames I've enjoyed. I will continue to reblog pretty much every variation of the Ramil/Paytai scenes from this week. As many brilliant people have discussed, their scenes feature so much good framing and lighting. It's feeding my obsession with them a wee bit. Not that it was hard to do given the characters' dynamic.

But one that I haven't discussed -> this one in Boys in Love.

The siblings all together embracing each other, because they ARE a unit no matter what problems loom behind them. And while they may have some terrible parents, they are not without support. Their support crew just comes in the teenage variety. Watching over them joyfully in the background. No judgment, just ready to hop in the car if needed and lend a helping hand on their journey.

Fun Flourish

Knock Out easily won this category this week with episode 3. I often save this category for just small, whimsical additions or something random I noticed.

But this kiss through the barrier....

And the incredible use of oil demanded attention.

Between this and IFYLITA, Director Tee knows how to shoot an oil scene is all I'm saying.

Favorite Fragment

I do not think I have ever seen the word "fuddy-duddy" in a subtitle previously, but it's a term my mother uses ALL the time. I was cackling throughout this scene in The Untamed.

I also really enjoyed this bit of dialogue from Two Husbands, One Wife as Mia contemplates what it really means to be in a poly relationship.

It was such a great way of describing that in a throuple, there are three sides that are all connected without any one of them holding more importance than the others.

My Queue for the Coming Week:

As always, this is up to whim and fancy. I'm going to watch a lot of things that are NOT on this list. But here's the ones that I'm fairly certain I'll watch.

My Stubborn (Ep 7)

Two Husbands, One Wife (Ep 8)

The Next Prince (Ep 5)

The Untamed (I've finished through episode 3. I'm just going to chip away a bit at a time on this one. There are SO many episodes 😭.)

Moonlight Chicken (Ep 2)

Love for Love's Sake (Ep 6) -> maybe. This just depends on if I get a big enough chunk of time. I can't do this one while working or doing anything else since I'm liveblogging it.

[shadyfestivalperfection]

Avengers Group Chat: “This Chat Has PTSD”

(Participants: Tony, Steve, Natasha, Clint, Bruce, Thor, Y/N, and Emojibucky.)

Tony (aka Iron Sass):

Someone left a single slice of pizza in the fridge with one bite taken out of it.

Congratulations, you’re officially the worst type of villain. Worse than Thanos. I said what I said.

Y/N (aka Your Favorite Chaos Gremlin):

Bold of you to assume Thanos would waste food.

Unlike whoever thinks half-eaten pineapple pizza is an acceptable offering.

Clint (aka Hawkward):

Wait, who told you it was pineapple? I thought I hid that.

Bruce (aka Chill Hulk):

Clint. You labeled it “Hawkeye’s Secret Snack Stash.”

In Sharpie.

On the front.

Natasha (aka Professional Disappointment Detector):

You spelled “secret” wrong. You wrote “secrit.”

Steve (aka America’s Most Confused Grandpa):

Guys, please don’t fight. We’re a team.

Y/N:

Steve, sweetie, your bedtime was an hour ago. Let the children scream.

Tony:

Let’s focus on the real issue: Thor is still using Mjölnir to press the TV remote buttons.

He shattered volume control and now the Weather Channel is stuck screaming at 400 decibels.

Thor (aka God of Caps Lock):

I HAVE MASTERED THE SMALL RECTANGLE OF VISION

THE SCREAMING MAN SPEAKS OF CLOUDS AND DOOM

A WORTHY ORACLE

Y/N:

You’re watching the weatherman, Thor. He’s not an oracle. He’s Carl. From New Jersey.

Thor:

CARL OF STORMS IS MIGHTY

I WOULD FOLLOW HIM INTO BATTLE

Bruce:

He cries when the green screen glitches.

Tony:

Honestly, same.

Y/N:

Wait. Has anyone seen Bucky today?

Bucky (aka The Emoji Menace):

👀🧍‍♂️🕶️🔪

Tony:

Oh cool. He’s sending threats again. In Wingdings.

Clint:

Is that “watching silently with knives”?

Or “just vibing”?

Steve:

Buck, are you okay?

Bucky:

🤷‍♂️🧠❄️🔫💅

Y/N:

Okay so that translates to “brainwashed but fabulous.”

Iconic, honestly.

Thor:

TINY IMAGES OF EMOTION

I TOO SHALL PARTAKE

⚡🍗🛡️👑🔥👁️

Tony:

Thor, what does that even mean?

Thor:

“I CLAIM THIS FRIED CHICKEN IN THE NAME OF ASGARD AND I SHALL DEFEND IT WITH HONOR AND FLAMES”

Y/N:

I want that carved into my tombstone.

Bucky:

🍕👊💀💤🚪

Clint:

“Punching pizza to death and leaving dramatically.”

Wow. Art.

Natasha:

This is why I don’t check this chat before coffee. Or after. Or ever.

Tony:

He’s literally emoji-shitposting his way through this chat like a deranged hieroglyphic caveman.

Thor:

I CHALLENGE THE METAL ARM MAN

TO A BATTLE OF SYMBOLS

LET OUR FINGERS SPEAK WITH IMAGES

Bucky:

💪🧊🧼🖕🤡☠️

Y/N:

Oh. Oh he came to play.

Tony:

Translation: “Strong, cold, clean, flipping you off, you clown, die.”

This is poetry. This is what Shakespeare feared.

Thor:

🔥🌩️🐍🐔⚔️🍑🚽

Bruce:

…Did Thor just say “burn, thunder, snake, chicken, fight, butt, toilet”?

Clint:

Yes.

And I think it was a threat and a proposal.

Bucky:

🤨🧻💣🎯🦴🐺💋

Y/N:

Okay I think that one was “try me, toilet paper bomb target bone wolf kiss.”

We’re entering cryptid mode.

Tony:

We’re beyond that. We’re in cryptid FLUENT territory.

Steve:

Guys… what happened to simple team bonding?

Natasha:

This is bonding.

Thor and Bucky are flirting in violence emojis. It’s beautiful.

Y/N:

Some people send flowers.

Others send 🗡️🪦👁️🚬 and call it romance.

Thor:

MY LOVE LANGUAGE IS 🔨💥🧃🕺🕊️

Tony:

Translation: “Hit stuff, explode, juice, dance, peace.”

Sounds like a Friday night with Thor.

Bucky:

💅🚬😎🧼🍷⚰️

Y/N:

Yup. That’s his way of saying “murder is self-care.”

Bruce:

We need supervision. Or an exorcist.

Clint:

I say we let it happen.

Let them emoji battle until only one survives.

Steve:

Guys, focus. Mission briefing in 10.

Y/N:

Steve, read the room.

The mission now is figuring out if 🍑🚽🔥🐔 is a coded insult or an ancient Asgardian blessing.

Tony:

I’m gonna go drink and scream into a pillow now.

Group chat: muted for eternity.

Thor:

I HAVE WON THE EMOJI WAR

ALL SHALL KNEEL BEFORE MY 🔥🍗🌩️💪

Bucky:

🖕😴🏆

Y/N:

And that’s how Bucky just dropped the mic using a middle finger, nap, and a trophy emoji.

Ladies and gentlemen, he is risen.

Natasha:

Burn this chat. Salt the earth.

[Chat name changed to “🔥💀 Noodle Beasts Reloaded 💀🔥” by Thor]

Steve:

…Why is this my life?

Y/N:

Because you love us.

Now shut up and send a gif, coward.

[silvershadow1711]

How would Ray react if MC wears revealing clothes ALL THE TIME?

How would Ray react if MC is in a rock band and I mean heavy metal stuff as like the person who screams?

What if MC is afraid of clowns like double would Ray try to scare them?

1- Seething jealousy. You're gonna get people killed dressing like that- remember what happened to Blaze?

2- He's your biggest fan. He doesn't actually care about the music (and it's not because it's metal- he'd be just as uninterested in pop or R&B or anything else), but the chance to listen to your voice whenever he wants? Boy's on cloud nine. What do you mean you don't sell CDs? How's he supposed to listen to you? "Spotify"? Does he look like he knows what an mp3 is?! Burn him a fucking CD!

3- ...okay, when you say "clowns like Double", do you mean... abusive, manipulative, controlling people? Because... honey, I hate to break it to you- That's Ray. I'd say Ray is just Double with better optics, but the truth is, he's not. Remember, as per the MC themselves, Double wasn't... how he is from the start. Or at least, he did a good enough job masking around them that they felt safe around him... until he went mask off. Ray went mask off before you even began dating him. In canon BSH, you know him for less than a week before you see him slaughter people (seriously; you see him a total of five times, four of which are at work, and there's no indication that you ever actually called him prior to the alien attack. Y'all aren't hanging out off-screen; he's a stranger who knows where you live and keeps getting into your apartment without your keys). Ray is trying his damnedest to NOT scare the MC, and if he's succeeding, it's only because they're incredibly fucking stupid and lack any ability to think critically.

(Seriously- I cannot emphasize enough how much you don't know Ray in Binary Star Hero. He has know you for three years, but you have not known him for three weeks. And no, him coming to your place of work as a customer does not count as you getting to know him.)

[a-very-sparkly-nerd]

The best time to clown is when ur tryna fall asleep 😘

Rayla didn't know why she expected Callum to be sleeping. She'd hoped it'd catch up to him after his weeks of nightmares and not really sleeping between the Starscraper and the Nexus, and a sleeping bag outside one's decimated home wasn't great for those 8 hours.

But regardless. He shook her awake by the fireside, Runaan still dozing across the embers from them, eyes glinting golden in the firelight.

"Hey," she murmured, voice still croaky, fingers fumbling for his. "What's up?"

He didn't bother with the small-talk, instead fidgeting with the hem of his shirt with wide eyes. "Can you-- can we go somewhere? To talk?"

Rayla pushed herself up, removing the blankets from her legs and accepting his hand up. "Of course."

He looped his arm through hers, beginning to walk them down to that little clearing by the lake he'd spotted on their way earlier.

She nervously curled her fingers over his arm, chewing her lip. "Is- Is everything okay?"

"Yeah! I mean, um, mostly? As okay as we can be?"

"Fair." She giggled, and it was like the clouds cleared for the starlight to shine on her in their little clearing, translucent and teal and welcoming once more. "Dumb question of me. What did you want to talk about?"

Okay. He hadn't exactly thought this far ahead.

But it needn't be complicated. Everything about Rayla was in fact so simple; he loved her, loved her more than anything, and she knew it. And that would mean it would all be okay, because if it was love, then nothing else mattered.

"Rayla..." he began, taking her hands and tracing the outline of her fingers, stalling at where her pinky would be. Would that make her ring finger the fourth finger, or the middle one?

"I... I love you," he continued, because that was surely a good place to start, and she never once took her eyes off him, patient and loving and stunning even with her bedhead.

"I haven't planned this," he admitted, continuing with the honesty, with the truth that'd kept him alive thus far, focusing first on her hands and then her face, her lovely face with purple eyes that shone like stars and dazzling smile and lips he could kiss forever. "But I've thought about it, and I don't know how long we'll live. But I know I want to live a long life with you. Whenever I think about the future, five minutes or five decades later, you're right there with me. I meant it when I said that it was always you. Always will be."

She squeezed his hand, moving to wipe away a tear. "And I love you. There was no second, no universe, where it wasn't you."

Callum stepped closer, reveling in feeling her heartbeat, pounding beautifully.

"This was supposed to be romantic. I envisioned it with like, candles and flowers and music, but nothing I create could ever compare to that or what you deserve."

She frowned a little, moving to cup his face in her palm, stroking his sideburns absently. "Callum, I don't need any of that stuff. All I need is you. All I want is you. If you make it, I'll love it. No question about it."

There was so much to say. So many words that would never be able to fully encapsulate her, no matter how prettily arranged. No love song or poem could truly articulate what this was, an ocean he'd been drowning in since he met her.

He played with a strand of her starlit silver hair a moment before tucking it behind her ear and continuing, because no matter how romantic, this was stretching on and he needed to wrap it up and ask.

"I think two years ago, I would've called you strong and fast and beautiful. But I won't do that now-- I mean, you are, the strongest and fastest and most beautiful person I've ever met, but those aren't what matter. What matters is that you're kind and you're good and you're hopeful, and you see the best in me. And... I want to be the best me that I can be. For you. I want to be the best me for you, for the rest of our lives. So, um..."

He'd planned on getting a ring for her. Or a horn cuff from Ethari. Fuck, he'd planned on getting her dads' blessings, too, but Rayla was her own woman, and this was their story that he refused to let anyone else have a say in.

So he pulled that little piece of paper out of his pocket, still crinkled and burned at the edges, but she was completely intact. His very first drawing of her, fierce and courageous and... honestly, he'd loved her then, even if he hadn't known it. When had he not been in love with her?

He'd carefully folded it up earlier, because a ring was a ring and Rayla surely wouldn't care if he had one at all.

And he got to one knee the way he'd done in dreams and fantasized of long before he got his shit together at the Starscraper. "Rayla, will you-"

Her hands covered her mouth, tears rolling down her cheeks, and got down on the ground with him, throwing her arms around him even as she shook. "Yes, dummy. Of course I'll marry you."

Still trembling a little--when had that started up?--Callum pulled away from her only to put the makeshift ring on her fourth finger. Too big and a little clunky, but it didn't matter. Not when this meant that they were engaged.

Engaged.

He nearly toppled over.

"Can't believe you thought you had to ask," Rayla chided lightly, kissing him sound, hearts beating against each other. "I love you, Callum. I can't wait to get old with you."

"There's no one I'd rather be wrinkly with," he agreed, lightheaded but grinning like a fool because he truly was the luckiest man alive.

(Later, the ring falls. It hadn't been sized at all, loose on any of her fingers but she refused to take it off regardless.

Rayla lifts her hand to her side, fingers coming away covered in blood. She's groggy and dizzy and it's as if she's walking on fog, and it's not there. And neither is he.)

[onyx-syn]

LA! Buggy x Chubby Gender-Neutral Reader *SFW* Headcanons

WARNINGS: Live Action Buggy, Fluffy, Flirting, Kissing, Touching, Little hints of doing 'stuff' but not really, Mentions of Killing

*Don't steal my writings and claim it as your own*

A/N: SO- it's been a while since i've been on here but godamnit, Buggy got me back on here. So new account and a brand new me, I'll be writing here and there! Not as consistent but i will try my best <3

🌹I won’t lie when I admit this, but when I Buggy first met you he did and would mock your figure a bit (Not down right bullying you and saying vile things about it, just a little chub there and chub here etc etc) mostly because his humor consists of many things one of which is mocking others to feel better about himself

🌹Now- If you hit back at him with your own comebacks, he’ll be taken back quite a bit cause he would’ve expected you to go along with the mocking. He’ll have a smirk on his face and start to giggle, speaking along the lines of

🌹“Oh I like you sweets!” Buggy exclaimed, gritting his teeth in the heat as he looked at you. He was sweating in the heat, which made him give a disgusted or annoyed look. You return the favor by giving him the same disgusted look as he did. He chuckled, pointing his finger at you as he walked around slowly on the ship, “Oh, you’re gonna be so much fun to play with in my circus~”

🌹Of course, as time went on and you joined his crew as one of his ‘freaks’ he slowly but surely started to mock you less and less… And started to admire your body more and more

🌹His beautiful watercolor eyes watching your every move, sometimes he won’t even realize he’s staring until you wave your hand in front of his face, catching him off guard a bit (he’ll whine about it and angrily stomp away with a devilish smile on his face)

🌹The once mocking clown, who would make snarky comments about your chub, now started to outwardly make flirty comments to you, oh how your hips would sway and watch as your rolls moved underneath those clothes of yours, how cute your chubby cheeks looked- AH he was falling for you, and hard

🌹“With those types of hips doll you’ll be knocking off the competition off that stage~” Buggy sends a wink your way as he spoke in his typical voice, his tone lowering towards the end of his sentence. Your initial reaction is to either flare up in a flustered state, or simply walk away rolling your eyes at his advances

🌹Buggy is the type to where when he initiates his flirty side to you, he’ll smugly smirk and giggle maliciously and watch as you become flustered, loving every second of it. BUT the moment you flirt back, he’ll have a huge smile and look away for a bit, a hint of a red dust cloud over his cheeks. He’ll pretend it doesn’t affect him but oh it does, and badly. He’s easy to flirt with others but extremely weak when he’s being flirted with because he doesn’t expect it

🌹As time went on more and more, he started to notice more little details about you, he didn’t just love the way your body looked, but he started to love you for your personality and how you presented yourself. When he started to get to know you more and more, he started to realize the amount of layers you had as a person, he started to admire the way you smiled, the way your eyes would glimmer under the circus lights, your laughter after he tells a joke to you, your interests and watching you gleam with happiness

🌹He would never admit this to any of his freaks, Alvida, or anyone for that matter. But he truly did appreciate the moments between you and him, the nights where he would check up on his freaks after a performance, spending more time in your tent in particular

🌹Hearing you talk about your struggles with your weight and past, whether you struggled with your insecurity(ies) or were extremely confident with how you presented yourself now. Deep down, he’s actually proud of how far you’ve come along, seeing how much you’ve grown. It’s something he can relate to. Not just with his insecurity with his nose, but also his past with Shanks, who he still has jealous out for even after all these years, and so much more

🌹It’s hard finding any sort of confidence in this world nowadays, hell, Buggy sometimes struggles trying to find confidence as much of his is exaggerated, mostly due to him becoming a spectacular performer, but he does admire your growth, lowkey kinda jealous but not to the point he despise you, it’s more of “damn, I wish I had that confident… And that ass-” kinda deal

🌹He started to appreciate the way you held yourself and your personality. Some days you guys could go back and forth with bickering and mocking (jokingly) and other days you guys could have a deep conversation, as much as he would groan and whine about it when in actuality he loved the moments you two had

🌹When he confesses to you about his little, well BIG, crush on you is after a ‘magnificent’ performance from him and his freaks. You were sitting in your tent, your jester outfit clenching to your chubby figure as you raised your hands to wipe off the makeup from your cheeks, looking into the mirror as you did so. You were so focused on wiping away your makeup you didn’t notice the flashy clown himself sneak into your room, and spook you lightly on the shoulder, giggling as he saw your scared reaction

🌹He started talking to you, asking how his performance was, how good you did out on stage etc-

🌹“You did pretty good out there, my freakshow, now how about we-” You cut off the captain, turning around in your seat to look up at him, your makeup smeared across your face. “If you wanna be with me just say it” You say, giggling behind your hand as you see Buggy looking at you with a stunned expression. You could see, even behind the amount of makeup on him, a hint of a blush appearing on his cheeks. He begins by saying, in an annoyed tone, trying to explain himself “Now just hold on a bit sweetcheeks I…” His eyes lock onto yours. You give him a ‘oh really?’ expression as he slowly admits defeat on his part

🌹And ever since then, you two have been together since then. Now, this man. This man right here. Absolutely ADORES you with all his fragile heart can give and take

🌹Will call you his ‘beautiful chubby princess/prince’ to Alvida and many other pirates he knows and crewmates. And of course if you don’t like the name he won’t call you that, he has plenty of other names for you such as ‘Sweets’, ‘Doll’, ‘Darling’, ‘Baby’, ‘Sour Candy’, ‘Sweetcheeks’, ‘Princess/Prince’ etc

🌹During his meetings he’ll like to bring you along, having you dress up in clothing he’s gotten for you -that’s either particularly big on you which will melt his heart- or even his clothing and have you sit on his lap. His hands gripping tightly on your big thighs, squeezing them at any chance he gets without getting caught. He’ll whisper in your ear and tell you how beautiful you look, reassuring you of your true beauty as his hands rubs your love handles

🌹Oh yeah, he loves your hips and love handles. Whenever he walks up behind you he’ll grab onto them softly, pressing kisses on your cheek blowing raspberries in order to hear you laugh and see you smile. He’ll also at random points just pinch your rolls, mostly just your love handles, giggle and then scurry off, it’s adorable on his part

🌹Loves getting you clothes, that he’s either stolen or just came across when pilgering through towns, and have you wear them. Putting on a show for him if you wanna say that. He’ll be smiling and giggling as you try on each article of clothing in front of me, seeing your chubby body either clench to the fabric or look like a delicious dumpling in them, it’s so cute!

🌹“Come on doll, try it on-” His head tilts down a bit, looking at you with a pair of puppy eyes as if you said something mean to him. You rolled your eyes, smiling a bit as you jokingly pushed his chest back a bit as he continued with a, “For me~” He said to you smiling devilishly in the end. “Fineeee, i’ll try them on” You respond to him, watching his poor pouty face spring up into a gleeful expression. As you take the clothes in your arms, you walk over to the other room until a detach arm wraps around your waist, bringing you back over to Buggy who is sitting on your bed, his detached arm still gripping around your waist. His fingertips rubbing your side, lightly gripping onto your squishy skin. He looks up at you, narrowing his eyebrows as a smug look appears on his lips. He raises his free hand, gripping on your chin before he lowers it, attaching his arm around your waist back to his body so now both of his hands are rubbing your squishy waist, “Why don’t you change in here baby? Put on a spectacular show for your captain~”

🌹However, Buggy will understand if you choose not to change in front of him, even as much as he wants to see that beautiful body of yours underneath, rolls and all. He understands with insecurities it takes a while to feel comfortable around others when they get to see a new side of you

🌹You both are insecure about your own issues and struggles. Sometimes Buggy rather not speak upon his issues, but he is more than willing to hear you out on yours. It’s not that he doesn’t want to talk about his issues, it just takes him time to speak upon them

🌹Whenever you do have your moments of insecurity, Buggy will speak… From the heart, I guess you can say

🌹“You look so goddamn fine Baby, ain’t no reason to be so insecure when you got the body of a god/goddess! A real attraction for the eyes to see”

🌹But after that, he’ll genuinely give you some encouraging and reassuring words, even if he isn’t good at it, he does try to lift your mood up and make you feel worthy and good about yourself. You do the same thing for him too, when he has his moments of insecurity he usually tries to deal with them alone, he may be an attention seeker lover, but everybody needs their own moments alone. Having you near him and slowly but surely open more and more up to you warms his heart, something he hasn’t felt in a long while

🌹And when you do have moments of confidence, he becomes the happiest man ever, seeing you control yourself and show off how much of a great person you are makes his heart surge with love and admiration

🌹“Look at my freak go! Aren't they a beauty~” Buggy says, sadistically gleefully out to the chained crowd in the bleachers watching his chubby lover perform on stage. His eyes on your figure as you move, watching your rolls and thickness appear more in the fabric of clothing you wore, makeup plastered on your face that he personally applied on to you. The crowd all look at eachother weary, wondering if they’ll ever escape this hellhole. Buggy rolled his eyes at the crowd, exclaimed once more, a bit more aggressively, “I SAID, aren't they a beauty!?” He yells. One of his ‘freaks’ held up a sign that read “APPLAUSE” which caused the crowd to applaud. Buggy smiled, looking back at you, watching his beautiful chubby princess/prince perform

🌹He will not keep his hands off of you, literally has to have at least one finger on you almost all the time. He loves feeling your warm squishy body in his hands, squeezing and pulling. At this point it’s a stress reliever for him whenever the audience isn’t applauding or a performance is going to shit, hell, he’ll straight up start jiggling your thighs in his hands when he’s at a meeting with Alvida and them

🌹“Heh”, Buggy mummers under his lips, his eyes only focused on your big thigh, squishing the soft flesh beneath the fingertips of his hand, “Squishy-”, “Buggy!” You whisper to him, almost aggressively. His head shoots up to see Alvida and the people in the room glare at Buggy with raised eyebrows, wondering what he was doing. Buggy, being the ‘classic’ man he knows he is, flashes them a smile, “My apologies, I got distracted by a something sweet-”, “Buggy-”, “Okay-”

🌹In the beginning of your relationship, Buggy was iffy when given any physical affection not because he was disgusted by your body but due to his past, but as time grew and the more touchy and ‘lovey dovey’ he became a sucker for the touch from your chubby hands

🌹When you guys get alone time, he loves giving you kisses all over your body, his lips attaching themselves to your arms, thighs, tummy, chest etc. He loves massaging the rolls of flesh you have, snuggling his head into them as he wraps his arms around you, smearing his makeup all over your skin

🌹“Buggyyyy” You whine under your breath, a little annoyed as you feel and see his makeup smear over your stomach. Buggy moves his head over, his chin on top of your belly button, “Hey, it ain’t my fault you're softer than a lion's mane honey bun, so… Soft…”, he mummers before smothering his face back into your stomach

🌹He loves the physical touch so much as your relationship grows then he would ever admit to anyone, he’ll admit it to you. When he gets very sleepy, he’ll just snuggle up to you and nuzzle his face into the crook of your neck, pressing kisses as he moves your thick thigh over his waist

🌹If anyone were to even dare to say something bad about your body oh so help him cause he will end up murdering them, he isn’t afraid to as well. You or one of his ‘freaks’ would have to hold him back before he does something he, well, he won’t regret but he will once you show that you’re upset with what he did (unless you aren’t, then in that case he’ll keep killing-)

🌹He usually won’t tell you though if he does end up somehow killing them. Once you tell him about a certain someone who doesn’t ‘appreciate’ the way you look like he does, he’ll go off and kill them. Either hiding the body, or using it as a dummy in his next show

🌹He does not slide with any hatred towards you, in his eyes, you are truly 1 in a million treasures that he’s ever acquired. He feels seen in your eyes, finding someone who experiences bodily insecurities and much more, someone who he can joke with, someone who he can experience love with, for the first time. He loves you in every way and you love him just the same way too

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all 50 of those Honest fave character prompts for Sephiroth

( @izunias-meme-hole )

........*cracks knuckles* OKAY.

1. Do you project onto this character?

All the time, every day. Like Sephiroth, I can often be avoidant, depressed, and overly attached to my loved ones. The struggle is real lmao

2. Did you always like this character?

Before falling into fandom hell, I didn't really notice him much other than Kingdom Hearts stuff. Or the occasional thirst post online.

3. What first drew you to this character?

Crisis Core making him a sad soft baby that everyone is mean to lmao

4. Did you initially dislike/hate this character?

No. I always thought he had a cool design and a badass voice.

5. If this character were a woman, would you honestly still like them? Or in reverse, what if they were a man?

Of course! Sephiroth is a fascinating character regardless. His backstory is very unique and I don't think that would change.

6. Do you have any nicknames or pet names you use for this character?

I mostly just call him Seph. Sometimes Kittyroth. Sometimes "Mr. Compassion" whenever I'm being sarcastic about him. And sometimes just SMUGFUCK because that's what he is.

7. Does the character’s age matter to you?

Nah. Like I said, he's a fascinating character regardless.

8. Does the character’s looks/design matter to you?

I feel like there are certain aspects of his character that you NEED to keep in--his catlike pupils, silver hair, etc. They are plot-related indicators of his heritage and genetics. Thirstposts aside, they are reminder that he is a lab-grown monster with alien blood running through his veins.

9. Does this character remind you of anyone you know? Does that affect how you see them?

Not really. Seph is pretty unique. And honestly I'd rather not know someone like him irl lolol

10. Do you see yourself in this character even without projecting?

Physically? Hell no. Emotionally? Sometimes. But that's on rare occasions where we can actually tell what he's thinking and feeling.

11. How did you “fall in love” with this character?

Watching Crisis Core cutscenes one rainy night in 2021.

12. If you could write effortlessly and as much as you wanted, what story (s) would you write for this character?

AU Redemption arc trilogy in which Zack and Aerith save Sephiroth from himself and he dismantles Shinra to become the planet's hero.

13. If you could draw effortlessly and as much as you wanted, what scene (s) would you draw for this character?

I'd really like to illustrate a lot of fic scenes. Especially the trippier Jenova-focused ones.

14. Are you physically attracted to this character?

...Yeah lmao But I don't ship myself or my self-insert with him because NO lolol I think he's aesthetically pleasing but I don't associate myself with him in any romantic sense. That's just weird to me.

15. Are your thoughts surrounding this character usually sexual, non-sexual, or a mix of both?

Non-sexual. I'm more interested in his character progression/fall into villainy. Like yeah he's attractive and there are some seductive aspects of his personality. But he's just more interesting to dissect as a villain.

16. Have you ever cried when thinking about this character? Genuinely?

Several times lolol usually after First Soldier updates.

17. Have you ever felt physical pain over this character? (ex: physical heartache).

Miiiight have happened once in dms with other fans (thanks @heraldofcrow)

18. Do you prefer to see this character suffer or know peace? Angst or comfort? Both?

SUFFER. SUFFERRRRRRR 😈NO COMFORT FOR YOU ALL IS PAIN AND ANGUISH.

19. Does this character serve as a stress ball/ security blanket for you? Something you run to after a bad day to feel safe or happier?

Oh totally. All the time. Imagine cute aggression but it's more angsty lol Angst aggression.

20. Do you feel affectionate towards this character?

For Sane!Sephiroth, yes. Very much so. Not so much after Nibelheim. Then he's just an evil little shit who needs to get clowned by Cloud again.

21. Are your feelings about this character platonic, romantic, or familial? All of these feelings at once maybe?

Platonic-familial. He's my precious baby boy. Who I have to hurt. LET ME HURT HIM.

22. Do you think you will always love this character?

I hope so! Assuming Square doesn't do something stupid.

23. Has this character permanently altered or impacted your psyche in a way you won’t forget?

I'm HERE. lmao There's your evidence.

24. Do you ever dream about this character? If so, describe a dream you once had about them.

I never have dreams about him and it makes me SO MAD SZDFGHFDSA EVERYONE ELSE GETS BLORBO DREAMS EXCEPT FOR ME.

25. What kind of fan-fiction do you read about this character? If you don’t read fan-fics about them, why not?

I mostly like character studies. Or slow-burn AU fics with him. I'm currently reading The Fear of Falling Stars and it's sooooo good.

26. If you look for this character’s name on AO3, what tags are you including or excluding?

It really depends on the fic tbh.

27. Do you like to ship this character with other characters or do you prefer not to?

I SHIP HIM WITH EVERYONE *feral noises*

28. Do you get defensive about this character? If yes, then why?

Only in select instances. I don't like the dudebro logic of "well Sephiroth was always arrogant/evil even before Nibelheim and he can't be vulnerable or sensitive because that's not badass" because those are fundamentally not true. And an extreme disservice to his writing.

29. Do you affectionately bully this character?

😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈

30. Are you especially sensitive about this character?

He makes me sad. His story is heartbreaking.

31. Are you ashamed of liking this character?

Nope. Not at all.

32. If you could make this character a meal, what would you make them?

Pumpkin soup, of course!

33. Are you “blinded by love” for this character or do you accept any flaws they may have?

Oh not at all. I have said many many times and will keep saying that Sephiroth does not deserve a happy ending after everything he's done. He deserves to be destroyed for good. He's NOT a good guy, not any more at least. He's caused so much damage in so many horrible ways. There's no going back from that. I love the guy and I feel for him. But that's still no excuse for what he did.

34. Does this character inspire you with little things in your daily life?

Uhhhh no.

35. Has this character ever prevented you from sleeping because you can’t stop thinking about them?

@ me whenever First Soldier updates.

36. Do you feel a spiritual/soulmate connection with this character?

Idk. Probably not. He's my angsty trauma son. But I wouldn't go THAT far lol

37. Is your love for this character a secret from people you know in real life?

Nope. I will literally never shut up about Sephiroth to family or friends lololol

38. Do you tend to joke more about dying or killing for this character? Both? What causes the distinction?

NO because Sephiroth is a villain and the goal is to not become like him lolol

39. Do you feel lovesick over this character?

Nope. He just makes me casually distraught.

40. Are you very empathetic towards this character? When they feel a certain way in the story, do you feel those emotions too?

Very much so. Like I said before, his story is heartbreaking. I've ugly cried about him so many times in the past.

41. Do you prefer to interact with this character directly via self-insert/reader type content? Or do you enjoy seeing them mostly with other characters in the story and/or your OCs?

Other than background OCs, no. I prefer mostly just his relationship with canon characters.

42. If you could, would you write this character a song or poem?

It'd be cool to do something creepy with his relationship with Jenova...

43. What type of weather makes you think of this character?

Rainy days. Because he's depressing.

44. Which season makes you think of this character?

Fall.

45. Do you feel as if you are intimately familiar with this character?

At this point, I'd really like to hope so. They have certainly added a lot of new stuff that feels on point with my previous ideas for him. But I'm open to new stuff too!

46. How much do bad interpretations of this character upset you?

It really depends on how they characterize him as a person before Nibelheim. I don't really like how people sometimes equate his evil/smug/arrogant post-Nibelheim personality with his CC-era one. They're really completely different.

47. Does this character ever make you laugh sincerely?

He made some the FUNNIEST goddamn faces in Rebirth, just sayin'.

48. What’s your favorite physical/design feature for this character?

R trilogy has the best overall design. Hair, eyes, and the sheer SIZE of him. All perfect.

49. What’s your favorite personality trait in this character?

Sane!Seph: His love for his friends

Insane!Seph: Him being a huge petty dick just for the sake of it

50. Link your fav song, playlist, aesthetic board, fan-fiction, reference pile, personal artwork, analysis post, meme, headcanon, or quote for this character. Whichever one (s) you are most comfortable with!

UHHHHHHHHHHH I'm just going to cheat and say THIS ENTIRE COMMUNITY because Seph-fans are BEST fans and we get along and get shit done. Best content. Best fandom space. No in-fighting or drama on his character. We're ALL peak 😎

[ratseathumans]

MISTY GROVE. SOMETHING I MADE IN NOVEMBER.⚠️⚠️⚠️ TW: ABUSE, SH MEANTION, ABUSE, SMOKING, DRINKING, DRUGS.⚠️⚠️⚠️

OKAY UH BEFORE WE START I’LL POST THEIR CHARACTER DESIGNS LATER

About:

Misty grove is something I made in November that is based of my own friend group, and it’s about these four kids helping eachother even though they have their own problems, ($m0king, dealing with $h, dealing with @bus3 such and such)

Town:

Misty grove is a random town that’s next to Seattle. It’s a very misty (obviously) place, it usually always has somewhat horrible weather(Thundery, misty, foggy, rainy, and sometimes has sun, but with clouds), but the townsfolk don’t mind at all.

Some inspo photos of the town:

Characters:

The main four:

1:Maxine Misfortune:

Maxine is an interesting subject, she did all of that stuff, got bored and stuck with dr!nking like her brother. Speaking of her brother, her brother is like the brother from Nintendo 64, (fun fact I made her when I was listening to that song.) and she witnessed it, so yippee, trama for her, she’s also the full package (mommy issues and trust issues, im sososo sorry if this sounds rude). It took awhile for her to trust Vixie, August, and Bailey. She try’s her best to help them, but really it isn’t doing anything, she trys though.

2: Vixie Jackson:

(Before I start, the mascot/clown means:They have difficulty taking things seriously, they struggle with emotional regulation,and they defects serious conversations with humor.)

Vixie is like, is the mascot/clown of her family, which also means she’s that of her friend group, like Maxine she try’s to help, but she ether makes the situation better or worser, it’s 50/50. She has an totally non @bu$iv3 boyfriend, that the other 3 mostly argue with her, and she always says “it’s fine I can deal with it, don’t worry about me, there’s other people with bigger problems” but hey, spoiler, Maxine ends up be@ting him up.

3:Bailey Dankworth :

Bailey is unfinished character, but what I have so far is:

Bailey is like the 3rd parent of his family of 12, so he’s pretty busy a lot and can’t help when people need him. He try’s to, but then it all collapses on him and he snaps, there’s been 2 incidents of him snapping, and by snapping I mean like, yelling and being an asshole.

4:August Golden :

August is kinda like Momo (from pine point) honestly, a hippie and doesn’t really care about life, and he gets high to avoid his problems that aren’t grades, he’s an over achiever, and honestly sets too high of an example of himself, like, whenever he looks in the mirror, and he knows he has failed something, all he sees is trash, but if he didn’t, he sees his parents approval. He’s mostly close with Bailey in the group, relating to his problems a bit.

Side characters:

5: Starlet:

Starlet is honestly is a character that lives by the bay

6: Finn(might name change):

MAJOR A$$HOLE TO VIXIE‼️‼️‼️

7:Mason:

One of August’s friends

8:Dani:

a very sweet person, that’s weirdly close to Maxine..

9:Jeremy:

One of Augusts friends

10:Laine:

She’s dating Bailey!

11:Mary:

Kinda made her today so don’t really have anything.

12:Mike:

Same reason as Mary.

(two characters that names are from the Flodria project, these two are completely different for mythe other two, I am not the one to make these names.)

13:Moonie:

A HOMELESS KID‼️

14:Jancey:

ANOTHER HOMELESS KID ‼️‼️

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