#on the other hand i’m sorta glad it did happen the way it did because imagine how much would be said about louis over that entire thing

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[hey-august]

[Headcanons] Buggy reacting to you getting piercings

Description: How Buggy reacts to you getting pierced in general and how he reacts to specific types of piercings.

Warnings: Probably NSFW? Mention of genital piercings, but nothing explicit. GN!reader. (Edit: Replaced language that wasn't gender neutral that I missed when first posting - so sorry!!)

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The guy has a few piercings of his own, so he’s supportive of any that you want to get!

Buggy would accompany you to the appointment. He’ll act like it was a last minute decision and he’s only going because you seem too nervous to go alone.

“Look at you, you’re shaking in fear.” “I’m not shaking…and I’m not afraid!” “You’re delirious, I should probably go with you.”

Disconnects his hand so you can squeeze it. Buggy’s not squeamish by any means, but knows better than to get in the way.

He’ll talk the whole time, wanting to keep you distracted. He’ll be quiet if you asked, but not for long.

Tongue piercing(s)

Buggy is pleasantly surprised that you’re getting a tongue piercing. Something about a sorta-hidden piercing really suits you.

Stands behind the piercer so he can make faces at you. He’ll wink and waggle his eyebrows when you stick out your tongue. He’ll also make fun of the face you're making by sticking out his own tongue in an obscene way. You’re glad the piercer can’t see and end up having to look away so you don’t laugh.

Since kissing is off-limits for a few weeks (along with other kinds of oral fun), Buggy decides to get his tongue pierced also. He startles the piercer by popping out his tongue after it’s pierced and acting like the piercer did something wrong.

Nipple piercing(s)

Gives you one of his billowy button down pirate shirts to wear to the appointment. 

He adores how the piercings look and how they enhance your chest (which he already loved enormously).

You picked barbells with spiked ends which kind of remind Buggy of his throwing knives. Which is exactly why you picked that jewelry to start with.

Since these have a pretty long healing period, Buggy also lets you raid his personal closet and the costume closet for loose clothing to wear during the healing period. If you don’t find anything suitable or run out of options, he will bend over backwards to get* you more clothes or find a personal seamstress for you.

*Whether he’ll buy or steal the clothing is unknown.

Genital piercing(s)

Buggy is extra comforting because he also has a genital piercing (maybe more than one…)

Also goes out of his way to make sure you have access to comfortable clothes - baggy pants, skirts, dresses, etc. He even offers you his favorite red and white striped boxers. Definitely not because he loves seeing you wear those, no matter what.

Is extra scrutinizing of the piercing studio and the piercer even though you did all the research already.

If you get woozy after it happens, Buggy will comfort you and tell you that you’re so strong. He’ll wait patiently until you feel better.

If you pass out, Buggy would yell at the piercer at first. Thankfully Buggy’s reputation precedes him and the piercer doesn’t take any shit, so he lets Buggy express his misdirected fear before telling him to knock it off.

Ear piercing(s)

Maybe it’s because you’re getting an ear piercing, but this guy could not stop talking the entire time.

He tells you stories about how the crew on the ship he grew up on would pierce their ears with fishing hooks and thread. Buggy offers to take over and pierce you himself. Even though it was a joke, the piercer feels compelled to remind you both about how unhygienic that would be. The response takes Buggy down a notch and he grumbles for a few minutes before moving on to another anecdote.

Since these piercings can have a long healing period, he says you can sleep on him and rest your head on his shoulder. It’s a kind but empty gesture because Buggy moves too much in his sleep for that to work. Still, you won’t turn away a chance to fall asleep while cuddling.

Nose piercing(s)

Buggy is supportive but is in a weird mood until you get the piercing, which you expected. He doesn’t understand why you would do something that would draw attention to your nose.

Afterwards, he’s in awe of how the jewelry enhances your natural looks. Even though it draws attention, it looks great.

When you use the mirror to see how things look, you notice your nose is turning red from the irritation. You make an off-hand comment about how you two match. Behind the scowl on his face, Buggy absolutely melts. He wishes he could have some of the confidence you have.

Other piercings (facial, oral, belly button, dermal, etc)

Buggy is your number one cheerleader no matter what piercing you get. He’ll talk you up beforehand, telling  you what a great idea it is and how flashy you’ll look.

He’ll tell you how the oral / facial piercing(s) suit your smile, especially when the jewelry catches the light and shines.

He finds the belly button piercing so enchanting. The way he looks at it before raking his eyes over your whole body got you blushing hard.

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A/N: If you want to get a piercing, please go to a certified piercer and research the location beforehand. Don't use fishing line or whatever. Be safe! ♡

[menofchaos]

Coco

Part VI: His Eyes

Note: I’m not sure when I hit 1k followers but I wanna thank all of you from the bottom of my heart! Thank you for reading my stuff and loving these boys with me. In other news, I'm back with our favorite jailbird and her journey with our favorite sniper. If anyone wants more, please reblog, like, comment or let me know in my ask! I love hearing feedback on my stuff and talking about Coco ofc. Gif credit to the talented @thesewickedhands and divider credit to @spideyspeaches.

Part V

Coco,

I’m so sorry our visit got cut short. I was so fucking pissed. When I first got in here, I would cause trouble all the time. I don’t really have a life outside so I didn’t care if I got extra time. I haven’t really been rolling like that for a while because I’m fucking tired of doing time. I wanna drink and fuck and be outside. Do whatever I want, you know? But one of my bunkies allegedly got in a fight on the yard and the cops assumed I orchestrated it which is fucking stupid. They suspended my mail privileges “as a precaution.” Pendejos. You’re literally the only one I talk to. They just fuck with me when they can. We were just getting comfortable :( Hopefully those dickwads didn’t put you off to another visit? Or put you off me in general? I liked seeing you. Did you ever cut that girl off? How’s your daughter? I’m working on another tattoo for you. I feel like I haven’t talked to you in forever and I don’t like it. 

Nyx

PS I miss those beautiful eyes

Nyx,

Ma I’m not gonna lie. I was worried. I’m glad you’re okay tho. COs are always shit. They definitely didn’t put me off you or another visit. I’ll check work tomorrow and let you know when I can come back. My first stint I felt the same way. No family who gives a fuck, friends who forget about you as soon as the cop car is around the block. When you get out, we’ll meet up and I’ll help you do all the things you missed. If you’re down. My kid is good, she thought it was so hilarious that I was worried. I don’t usually get worked up over women like that. I did cut the one chick off, sorta abandoned the whole roster now that I think about it. What are you drawing me now? I’m definitely missing watching you squirm from just looking at you. Be good so I can come back for a full visit.

Coco

PS and your drama ain’t a burden. I got you. 

Coco,

Your last letter made me feel more than my entire last relationship. Fuck. I’m good, I promise. All in one pretty little piece where you left me. Where do I even start? I believe you just offered to fuck me and the thought of your eyes during sex? I’m tingling. You were worried about me? Worked up about me? I have a feeling that doesn’t happen at all and that makes me happy. Because I don’t usually get attached easily either but I think I am. At least I feel it with you. I don’t wanna ruin this though, for once in my life. You’re saying all the right things which scares the shit out of me but in the way that makes me wanna keep going. Does that make sense? I might be rambling. I’m just happy that you’re still wanting to be around at all. You abandoned the roster?? How come? The new drawing is a surprise.

Nyx

PS you say that now. Wait till I fuck up.

Nyx,

You’re funny. Your ex really ain’t shit if one letter from me made you feel more than his whole time with you. But I like that. You really into my eyes baby? Cause I liked watching you. I’ll make you feel more than a tingle when I get my hands on you for real. You’re right, I don’t get attached. But you made a lot of sense because I felt like I was reading my own thoughts. I wanna be careful with this. With you. I’m not going anywhere. We just gotta go with it for now, see where it takes us. I got a brother who can teach you how to handle a tattoo machine if you wanna learn. Won’t treat you like a shitty apprentice or anything either. I checked my work schedule. Three weeks and I’ll be back. I promise. I didn’t abandon the roster on purpose. I guess I just got bored of them.

Coco

PS I fuck up too. So I get it.

Coco,

My ex definitely wasn’t shit. Storing my shit while I’m locked up is the nicest thing he ever did for me. Fuck, getting your hands on me? That’s what you’re gonna say to me? Remember tho, I told you no dude has ever got me off. I’m glad we’re on the same page about this. For once, it feels nice to give a fuck. Especially since I know you get me. I’ve always wanted to be a tattoo artist and learn how to tattoo the right way. I’ve done a few tattoos when I was locked up but that’s it. You don’t have to ask him if you don’t want to. I can figure something else out. THREE WEEKS?!!! :) I can’t wait. Can we hug this time? I wanna cop a feel ;)

Nyx

PS you always do.

Coco walked into the clubhouse, looking around quietly. Taza walked out from the bathroom, “Hermano,” he smiled, “You good?”

He nodded, “Yeah, man. You?”

Taza squeezed his shoulder, “All good. You looking for someone?”

“Hank?” he asked.

“He’s in the office,” Taza told him before heading to the bar.

Coco walked back outside, lighting a cigarette as he headed up to the office. When he opened the door, Hank was standing over Chucky’s shoulder with a stack of papers in his hand.

Chucky looked up and grinned, “Coco.”

Coco nodded, “Chucky. Hank.”

Hank glanced back at him through a pair of black rimmed glasses, “Bishop need me?”

“No, I uh…wanted to ask you something. Alone,” he added after a pause.

“I’ll be there in a minute,” Hank said and turned his attention back to the computer.

Coco went back outside but stayed close to the building, hiding from the harsh sun. He listened to Hank and Chucky go back and forth, a fond smile on his face. The door pushed open to reveal Hank, glasses off and no papers.

“Sorry, this customer keeps calling in, wanting impossible shit. Next time he starts demanding, I’m telling him to deal or I’m gonna beat his ass,” he shook his head as he lit a cigarette, “What’s up?” 

“I just had a favor to ask,” Coco murmured, “I have this…friend. She’s a dope artist and she wants to learn to tattoo.”

Hank smiled, “Have her come in, I’ll teach her.”

Coco put out his cigarette, “She can’t yet. She’s uh…she’s serving time.”

“This the girl I keep hearing about from the other guys?” Hank asked, “Why you were so upset a while back?”

He glanced over Hank’s shoulder at Gilly and Angel, cracking jokes and fixing a bike together. He nodded, “Yeah, she wrote me again. She’s alright.”

Hank followed his gaze and looked back at Coco, “You like this girl?“

Coco was smiling before he realized it, “Yeah. I do.”

“Good for you,” he pat Coco’s back, “Bring her in when she gets out. Teach her everything I know.”

“Thanks man,” Coco smiled, “I appreciate it.”

Hank nodded and went back in the office.

Nyx,

Would you rather me hold your stuff? We can hug this visit. I wanna cop a feel too. I can’t wait to see you baby. I remember you telling me no guy has ever gotten you off, bet I’ll be the first. I’ll come pick you up when you get out. Get you some tequila, take you to a beach house and make you cum all night. Order room service for whatever food you want. Sound like a good first day? I did a few things and you’re probably not gonna like them because I know you don’t like asking for shit. But I did it anyway. My brother said he’s down to teach you to tattoo when you get out. I also put money on your books. Not a lot. Stop glaring at me, I can feel the dirty look from here. Trust me, it’s for a selfish reason.

Coco

PS I gotta head out of town for a minute so I probably won’t be able to respond to your next letter until after my next visit. 10 days.

Coco,

You did not just offer to hold my stuff for me. And you sent money! Why? You’re right, I don’t like asking for shit. I don’t deserve you. What’s the selfish reason? That description of a first day made my nipples hard. Can it be a private beach so we can spend the whole time naked? Also thank your brother for me. My bunkie and your brother (same one?) are planning on meeting when she gets out. She has way less time than me. I don’t think I could’ve waited that long, not with the way those eyes made me feel when I saw them the first time. Ride safe, come to the visit in one piece please. 

Nyx

PS you’ll get your new drawing at the visit! 5 days!!!

Coco felt much different as he went through the motions for their second visit. He knew her better. He knew she felt something too. Something more. He sat down at the table, his eyes trained on the door. They swung open and he leaned back when a different inmate walked in. He heard a loud laugh from around the corner and his heart skipped. He stood up as Nyx walked in, a huge smile on her face as she joked with the woman in front of her. Her eyes found his while she was being uncuffed and her face lit up even more. 

“There you are,” she rubbed her wrists as she walked over.

“You okay?” he asked, stumbling when she threw herself into his arms.

Coco pulled her into a tight hug, smiling softly when he felt her tremble. He rubbed her back and closed his eyes, holding her close until a CO called her name. She sat down and looked away, bringing a hand up to her eyes.

“You okay?” he asked again, a little softer as he took her hand. He felt remnants of tears on her fingers, still watching her intently.

“Even your concerned stare makes me feel squirmy,” she joked, squeezing his hand, “I’m okay. I’m happy to see you. How was your trip?”

He smiled softly, “Long, too hot. Boring. Missed you.”

Nyx pushed some loose hair out of her eyes, “I missed you too. Now tell me why you put money on my books.”

“Cause I want you to call me,” he smirked, “Don’t wanna just hear your voice when I can make it over here.”

“You’re a secret romantic,” Nyx grinned.

He held up a finger to his lips and winked. She laughed and reached into her pocket. She set a folded piece of paper on the table.

“For me?” he asked, glancing at a curious CO.

“The drawing, remember?” she murmured, “I finished it. I mean, this one’s not really a tattoo. I just…started thinking about you and this came out.”

“Really?” Coco took the paper, “Should I look now?”

She nodded, “I didn’t get to see your reaction to the first one.”

He let her hand go and unfolded the paper, his eyes wide. It was a drawing of the two of them, Nyx in a bikini, Coco in swim trunks. It looked like a photo from a beach day. He looked up to see her fidgeting nervously with her id bracelet.

“This is crazy, baby,” he murmured, “You did all this from memory?”

“Yeah,” she smiled softly, “I kinda guessed on your tattoos and shit since I’ve only seen you dressed. So far,” Coco smirked, “But yeah.”

“Good enough till we get a real one,” he smiled and folded it back up, “I love it,” he tried to play it cool but it felt like his heart was about to fly out of his chest.

Her eyes lit up, “Really?”

He nodded, “Hell yeah,” he put it in his shirt pocket, “Thank you.”

“It was inspired by your offer on my first day out,” she admitted, lacing their fingers together when he reached out again.

“Just let me know the date and I’ll be here,” he said, squeezing her hand.

“I still have a while to go,” she told him, “I get it if you don’t want to wait.”

Coco watched her body language change as she offered him an out. He tightened his grip on her hand, “Hey, what’d I say?” he murmured, “I got you. I’m not letting you rot in here. Not anymore.”

Nyx looked away before he saw the tears pooling in her eyes. He squeezed her hand again and she smiled uneasily.

“You gotta stop saying all the right things,” she joked.

“So I shouldn’t ask if you want me to hold your stuff again?” he smiled.

She laughed and wiped her eyes, “I can’t even help you move it, so no. It’ll be fine.”

He shook his head, “Nah, I didn’t ask for help. I don’t want him to pull some shit but if you don’t want to, I won’t.”

She frowned, “I just don’t wanna be a - “

“You aren’t a burden, baby,” he murmured, “I offered. And I got a team of brothers ready to help.”

“It would be nice to be done with him,” she admitted, “I just…what if something bad happens to us?”

Coco laced their fingers together, “I won’t take it out on your stuff, I swear,” he crossed his heart with his free hand.

Nyx smiled, “Cross your heart?”

“Hope to die,” he winked, grinning when she laughed.

Nyx,

Replaying the way you clung to me during our second hug. How you felt in my arms. It’s been a long time since I felt anything like this. I got all your stuff. I wish you could’ve seen his face when I rolled up 6 deep. He was pale as fuck. It was hilarious. It’s in my garage for now. My kid won’t stop making fun of me and my brothers aren’t any better. But you’re worth it ma. Gonna start coming up to see you more. I showed my kid the drawing, she loved it. She said she’s gonna ask you to draw for her too. Would you be cool if she wrote you too? You can say no if you want. I miss you.

Coco

PS I figured out why I abandoned the roster

[turtleblogatlast]

First of all, your au is amazing! Thank you for for sharing it with us!

Secondly, I have a question. What’s Prime Krang’s feelings on this? Does he like how things turned out for leo ( in a “glad your suffering” sorta way)? Does he miss leo’s presence in the prison dimension? Did he talk to Leo because of the sheer loneliness as well? And is it provoked or randomized when krang decided to either have a nice little chat with Leo or brutally murder the boy

[ cw: abuse mention / toxic relationships mention / death mention / ]

Thank you! I’m glad you’re enjoying!:D

As for your question- Krang One is just as conflicted about Leo as Leo is about him.

On the one, louder hand: he hates Leo, and wants him to suffer a million times over for ruining the invasion and- even moreso- trapping him back in hell, this time without his siblings. Knowing that Leo is always in pain and hurt with injuries Krang One caused is amusing to the alien.

On the other hand…existing alone in a place like the prison dimension is torturous. One can only go so long without talking to another being. So, yes, he talked to Leo out of sheer loneliness sometimes. Even monsters get lonely.

As for whether or not he decides to hurt Leo - it starts as always provoked, as Krang One has a lot of hatred toward Leo, and he makes sure the slider knows full well the extent of “my wrath will be reserved for you and you alone.” However, eventually the Krang gets…tired, in a way. Fiery rage melts into cold hatred, tempered by the desire to talk with another “living” being. The more of these talks happen, the more sporadic Krang’s attacks become.

Krang One hates Leo, viscerally and wholeheartedly. He wants the boy to suffer.

He enjoys their talks.

[prrism]

First Winter

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part ?

We’re jumping a little ways ahead in the timeline for this one but I wanted to make a sorta winter special. Hope you guys enjoy 😊

Summary: Winter, a time of year when everything gets a lot colder. You were perfectly used to this, Techno on the other hand…

Characters: Techno x Reader

Relationship: platonic/parental

Pronouns: unspecified/kept neutral

“Hey.” You roll away from the child nudging you, this encourages him to nudge harder. “Wake up.” You let out a small groan, why was he bothering you now? “(Y/n)?… (Yy/nn)?… Sensei! Wake up, wake up, wake up!” You slowly crack your eyes open to find it’s still very dark in your room, your pink haired child staring at you intently through the darkness.

“Techno, it’s not even sunrise yet…” Your voice drawls out a little.

“I know, but… something weird is happening, outside.” He says pointing to the window.

“Weird?” You stare at him confused. “What do you mean weird?” Your only response is a shrug as he tries tugging you out of bed. “Alright, alright. I’m coming to have a look.” You push yourself out of bed, instantly feeling a chill run down your spine. Normally you’d be more awake and alert but again, it wasn’t even sunrise yet and Techno didn’t sound too panicked when he woke you so you weren’t on the defence either.

“Come on! See.” He rushes up to the window, pointing to whatever it was he wanted you to see. You rub some of the sleep from your eyes as you stare out the window at the gentle snowfall through the glass, a soft chuckle leaves you. “You’re laughing. I show you something weird, and you’re laughing.” Techno huffs, making you chuckle a bit more.

“Sorry, it’s just… there isn’t actually anything weird about this.” He tilts his head at you confused, you take a breath, trying to figure out how to explain this to him. “Remember when some of the trees leaves started changing colours and falling off.”

“Obviously, it wasn’t that long ago. You said this is a biome that can change… seasons?”

“That’s correct, glad you remembered. But also, it’s way too early for your snark mister.” You give him a small boop on the nose making him scrunch up his face while he playfully tries to swat your hand away. “Anyways, what’s happening now is another change in the season.”

“Can we go see?” He asks, looking to you curiously. You take a second to think about it, watching the snow slowly turn the terrain outside white.

“Are you sure? It’s still pretty early, even for us.” You figured you’d give him the choice, and internally groan when he gives an eager nod. You go to grab your cloak, pausing when the sound of the front door opening is heard. Did Techno seriously just run outside without warmer attire? You don’t concern yourself too much, after all the first snow isn’t usually the coldest so it should be fine… then again, Techno’s never experienced snow before and was more accustomed to heat. You hurriedly grab everything you need and make your way out the door, it doesn’t take long for you to spot Techno in the snow, although since he shifted to his piglin form it was pretty easy to spot the pink ball of fur. To your pleasant surprise he seemed to be handling the cold just fine, again probably because of all the fur.

“Sensei! What took you so long? Am I finally getting faster then you.” He playfully teases.

“In your dreams, kid.” You retaliate with a lazy smirk. “Unlike you I can’t just shift forms and make my own winter coat.” He looks at you confused a second before looking at himself, a small look of surprise on his face.

“Oh. I didn’t mean to.” He shifts back and instantly starts to shiver. “Wh-why is is it sssooo co-old?” He asks through chattering teeth.

“That’s winter for ya. Just be lucky we don’t live in the tundra, it’s like this all the time throughout the year.” You shrug, he looks at you like you were crazy.

“Th-that soundsss awf-ful, who’d want t-t-to live the-ere?” He was shaking like a leaf, and the fact he wasn’t changing to a piglin for some form of warmth was starting to concern you.

“Well… you’d be surprised. Now I think we should head inside, you’re going to get sick if you stay like this.” You try to usher him back to the house but of course now of all times is when he wants to play stubborn.

“No, I-I’m f-fine. I c-ca-can do th-this.” You sigh, wonder just what was going on in his head that prompted him to want to stay outside when he was clearly freezing. Did he think this was supposed to be a form of training? You look at the cloak you had made for him for when the winter months finally arrived, walking up to him and throwing it around his shoulders. “He-eh!”

“Hold still.” You interrupt before he can say anything else, clasping the cloak properly so it won’t slide off. Already he was shivering less. “There we go. Now I get that you want to adjust yourself to the ever changing weather, but that doesn’t mean you need to freeze yourself into an ice cube to do so.” He shifts his gaze away from you, hiding a bit in the fluffy collar, you couldn’t tell if the red on his cheeks was from the cold or embarrassment. “There’s no need for that look. I mean, look at me, I need to wear a cloak to keep warm too. Not to mention they’re very efficient for movement and are quite stylish.” You strike a pose to prove your point, earning a quiet laugh from Techno that he tries to hide. “Hey, don’t hide that smile. I know I saw it.” You ruffle his hair, making him playfully swat at you.

“Thanks Sensei.” You just catch him whisper.

“For what?” You look at him curiously.

“For… everything, I guess? I don’t know, I’m not very good at this.” He shrugs awkwardly. You kneel down and place a hand on his shoulder.

“We’ll then. You’re welcome. For everything… I guess.” You lightly joke, he gives you a soft punch to the arm. “Oh. My arm. You’ve broken it, you absolute brute. How can I ever go on.” You flop back into the snow dramatically.

“And I’ll break the other one too.” Techno smirks, playing along and delivering another, slightly harder punch to your other arm.

“Oh no! I’m armless, but I still have my legs!?” You proceed to kick your legs into the air.

“Not for long!” Techno chuckles, hurrying to “break” your legs.

“I have been beaten.” You say while laying limply as the snow falls around you. “Now you gotta carry me back.”

“Heh!? I’m not carrying you. You’re too heavy!” He stares down at you unimpressed.

“Oh! Ah! Right in the heart. How dare you, now you really have to carry me.” You smirk back.

“Nah, you’ll be fine. I’ll just leave you here.” He waves you off and walks away. You wait a few seconds to see if he’d come back to at least help you off the ground. When look over and see he’s not going to you quickly push yourself back onto your feet.

“Okay, I see how it is.” You charge after him. He lets out a squeal and tries to dart away from you, you quickly and easily catch up, grabbing him by the collar and holding him aloft. “So that’s it, huh? I’m laying in the snow and you’re going to leave me? Such betrayal!” You pull him closer and give him a noogie.

“Noooo! Stop! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it. I wouldn’t actually leave you, promise.” You pause and look down at him triumphantly.

“Good, because if you did I’d make sure to haunt you and make all your hot coco ice cold.” You “threaten”.

“Nooooooooo! Not the cocooooo!” He cries dramatically, you both sharing a laugh together.

“Alright,” you start once you both have calmed down, “let’s get back inside. I’ll make us some breakfast and then we go out again, if you want to.” You suggest getting an eager nod in response. You carry Techno back to the house, where he asks you one last question.

“So umm, why make it red?” You hum in confusion. “My cloak, it’s not that I don’t, I do. But why red? It doesn’t blend in.” He asks again.

“Oh, easy, it’s not supposed to. Red is known to represent things like courage, strength and security as well as aggression and it is one of the easiest colours to see spot from far distances. So, when the day comes where your enemies try to stand against you they’ll see is as a warning, or if you’re ever in trouble I’ll be able to find you.” You explain with a pleased smile.

“Cool. I like it.” He breaths, leaning a little more into you. You rub small circles into his back and as you finally make your way inside the house you notice that you’d put him back to sleep. Deciding to let him rest a bit longer while you get everything ready for a proper start to the day.

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[lesbian-empress-nero]

Yuuki Mishima was a liar, through and through.

There were truths scattered into his lies, yes. The Phantom Thieves were incredible, and he owed them everything. Those were truths. He liked Akira and Ryuji. Those were truths.

But what weren’t truths... The lies outweighed them all.

He was fine. He didn’t need help. Everything was okay, don’t worry.

Lies. Lies and deception. Yet somehow, no one ever questioned it. Before Kamoshida’s heart had been changed, he had been told by everyone he was a terrible liar. Every emotion, every thought, was written on his face. It was as though he had donned a mask, hiding his real face. His real self.

When had he gotten to the train station?

It seemed more and more frequent that he lost entire chunks of time to his own thoughts. It was unsettling, how often he found blanks in his memory when he knew there ought to have been something there. Nevertheless, he took a breath.

Trains had always fascinated him, ever since that accident back in spring. It intrigued him how easily destruction could be wrought by a machine, how easily one’s life could be cut short.

How did it feel to suffer a mental shutdown? Was it painful? Did the victims know what was happening to them?

What did they think of in their last moments?

“Yuuki! You good, man?”

Ryuji’s voice startled him out of his thoughts. Once again, he found himself losing chunks of time to himself.

“I’m okay. What’s up?” Mishima forced himself to answer, wrenching his gaze away from the tracks.

“You were just sorta... Standin’ there. You looked like... Eh, never mind. Hey, wanna come over to LeBlanc with me? The others’ll be there.”

Mishima pretended not to feel sick. He knew what Ryuji was about to say.

He looked like he was about to walk onto the tracks.

“Sure, yeah. We can go to LeBlanc together. Sounds like fun,” he answered, glad at least that he didn’t have to go home.

Ryuji grinned, grabbing Mishima’s hand and leading him onto the train. Mishima pretended not to notice the way Ryuji seemed to almost hug him when they climbed on.

It was loud at LeBlanc.

Every Phantom Thief was there, chatting and laughing.

Mishima silently sat in the farthest booth, reserved and quiet. He didn’t belong there with them, with this tight-knit group of friends. He was just support, a figure in the shadows. He wasn’t a Phantom Thief. Just a Phan-Boy.

He could pretend all he wanted that he was one of them, that everyone appreciated him and his work. But he knew they were their own group, and he was on his own. He would always be on his own.

“Hey, kid. Want something to drink?” A man asked. Mishima looked up from the table, nodding.

“Uh, sure. What do you have?”

“Water and coffee. We also got curry, if you’re hungry,” the man said, and Mishima sighed quietly.

“Coffee, please. Any kind, I don’t mind,” he replied, and the man nodded, disappearing behind the counter ro work.

The Thieves took no notice of him, content to simply continue talking among themselves. Mishima was content to stick to himself.

He sighed. He would always be by himself, though he didn’t think he entirely minded.

No, he decided. He didn’t mind being alone.

THE MISHI!!!! love the way he has this theme of lies. putting on a false self. he is the moon arcana after all, a card of deception and masking your true face. he looks down on himself because he thinks he's not as important as the phantom thieves. they do so much more than him and he's just a fan. he cant do anything to help. all hes doing is making a website to spread the love for them. he's nothing compared to them because its not like he can go into the metaverse like them. GOD GIVE HIM A PERSONA RIGHT NOW!!!! AND MAKE HIM STOP COMPARING HIS WORTH TO OTHERS!!!!!

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DIABOLIK LOVERS Mukami Family 5th Eternal Blood Vol.3 & Vol.4 Animate Tokuten Drama CD “A Certain Day at the Mukami Household

Original title: ある日の無神家 [コウ・アズサ編]

Source: Diabolik Lovers Mukami Family 5th Eternal Blood Vol. 3 & Vol. 4 Animate Tokuten Drama CD

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Kimura Ryouhei & Kishio Daisuke

Translator’s note: This CD was very...random lol. I did not expect a power tower to be inside Kou’s package AT ALL. Honestly, the most tricky thing about this CD  was to make sense out of all the background noises and get an accurate mental image of what is going on. This is definitely the kind of CD where I wished there was some kind of visuals to help me with that.

*Ding・dong*

…

*Ding・dong*

Kou: …Hey! The doorbell’s ringing! I’m kind of too busy to open the door right now!

…Nobody’s around? Geezー Guess I have no other choice. 

 Kou gets up. 

*Ding・dong*

Kou: Yeah, yeah…Who is it? 

He opens the door. 

Kou: …Oh. A delivery. You need my signature, right? …Wait! It’s huge! Whose package is this…? Let me see…’Mukami Kou’...For me!?

The delivery man asks for his signature. 

Kou: Ah, my signature, right? 

*Scribble* 

Kou: This’ll do, right? …Just leave it there for now. I’ll figure out what to do with it. 

*Thud*

Kou: Thanks!

The deliveryman leaves.

Kou: I’ll get in trouble if I leave it out here in the hallway, huh? That being said, there’s no way I can carry such a large package all by myself…

Azusa: …What’s wrong? 

Kou: Uwah! …Azusa-kun!? You’ve been standing there!? Don’t give me a scare!

Azusa: Oh…My bad. 

Kou: Perfect timing though~!

Azusa: Eh? 

Kou: I actually just had this huge package delivered to me. I can’t carry it on my own so help me out, will you?

Azusa: With package you mean…this? …Mmh, sure. 

Kou: Well then, let’s carry it to the living room right now! You hold that side, okay? Ready? …Three, two, one…!

They lift the box. 

*Rustle* 

Azusa: Uu…It’s even heavier…than I expected…I wonder what would happen…if I were to rest it on the floor…I’m sure my hands would get crushed underneath…hurting them…Fufufu…

*Rustle rustle* 

Kou: Ah, hey! Don’t tilt it! You can think about that sorta stuff once we’re in the living room, okay!? 

Azusa: Okay, gotcha…

*Rustle* 

Azusa: I’ll carry it to the living room, okay? 

They start moving towards the living room. 

*TIMESKIP*

Kou: Ah…I’ll pu it down here, okay? Ready…Go! There!

*Thud*

Azusa: There…

*Thud* 

Azusa: Phew…

Kou: Ah~ That was so heavy. I’m glad we managed to get it here but what now?

Azusa: What’s inside this package? 

Kou: No idea. It’s a package for me so I guess I’ll open it.

Azusa: Mmh.

Kou opens the package.

*Rustle rustle* 

*Cling*

Kou: I knew it…I mean, I kind of had a feeling it’d be this.

Azusa: …? 

You walk up to them.

Azusa: Ah…

Kou: Oh, M-neko-chan, you were at home? You should have answered the door earlier then. 

You apologize. 

Kou: Answer the door next time if you’re just going to say sorry now…Wait, are you listening?

You ask about the huge package.

Azusa: Kou got this, apparently. 

You ask who it’s from.

Kou: Or rather, it’s the prize I won at a variety show the other day. I gave them permission to deliver it to my private address because there’s not enough room at the agency but I had no idea it’d be this large of a package. 

You ask what it is.

Kou: You’ve never seen one of these, M-neko-chan? This is a power tower. They’re running a little behind on the trends though.

Azusa: How come you know about this, Kou? 

Kou: Who cares. Anyway, this doesn’t fit the aesthetic of my room and Ruki will definitely get upset if I leave it here in the living room. Guess I’ll throw it out before anyone else finds out. 

Azusa: Mmh. I believe that’s for the best.

You protest. 

Kou: Eh? Why would it be a waste when I know I won’t use it?

You explain. 

Kou: I don’t care if it was a prize or not. It’d just use up space and get in the way, right?

Azusa: We won’t get anything out of it by placing it here.

Kou: Yup, exactly! Besides, can you imagine Ruki using this thing to stretch every morning?

You shake your head. 

Kou: Right? 

Azusa: I…can’t imagine it either. 

You frown.

Kou: If you’re that persistent about it, why don’t you give it a try? Then tell me what you thought of it! If you’re very positive about it, I might just change my mind. 

You hesitate. 

Kou: I mean, if you don’t want me to throw it out, you better try and change my mind quickly. So come on, give it a try. You can’t help her, Azusa-kun. Just stand there and watch. 

Azusa: Mmh…I understand. 

*Rustle rustle* 

Kou: …What’s that~? Having trouble reaching it, perhaps? I mean, the bar’s up pretty high after all. Maybe you should try jumping into the air to grasp onto it? 

*Thud* 

Kou: Come on, M-neko-chan! Jump a little higher! That should be easy for a kitty like you, right?

*Thud thud* 

*Cling* 

Kou: Wow! Great job~! …So, how does it feel, hanging down from it? 

You explain. 

Kou: Heeh…Now that you mention it, your back does seem perfectly straightened. Seems like someone has taken a liking to it, huh? 

You nod. 

Kou: I see. Then why not stay like that a bit longer? While we’re at it, I’ll turn it into an even better experience for you~ One sec, okay?

Kou steps away for a few seconds. 

Kou: Sorry for the wait. You’re still hanging onto the bar, right? 

*Thud*

Kou: It’s impossible to read without a stepping stool after all. …Now if I do thisーー 

*Rustle rustle* 

You ask what he’s doing.

Kou: Huh? I’m using this rope to tie you to the bar. This way you can keep hanging on it even if you let go, see? …All ready!

*Rustle* 

Kou: Ahahaha! Now you can truly get the full experience! This device, you see…

*Rustle* 

Kou: I wonder if it’s meant to improve these back muscles? 

*Rustle rustle* 

Kou: Aah, I see~ I guess you train them by wriggling around like that~ Then do you think it’d improve these muscles as well? 

*Rustle* 

Kou: Fufu, what’s wrong, M-neko-chan? You’re twisting your body from left to right~

You protest. 

Kou: Heeh…It doesn’t work to improve the neck muscles, you say? Then maybe you should make even bigger movements! …Like this!

*Rustle rustle* 

Kou: Fufufu…Does that tickle~? …Right, right! If you move your whole body like that, it might really work wonders! I’ll tickle you some more, okay? 

*Rustle rustle*

Kou: Fufufu…Ahahaha! Ah, right! I just had a glorious idea! I need to get something from my room so hang on! …Azusa-kun, she’s hanging down like that to fix her bad posture so let’s both try our hardest for her sake, okay?

Azusa: I see…Gotcha. 

Kou runs off. 

Azusa: …I wonder what has gotten into Kou all of a sudden? He seemed to be having a blast. 

You reach out to Azusa.

Azusa: …Yes? You want to ask me something? 

You ask Azusa to help you out. 

Azusa: Why do you want me to let you down? It’s for your own good, isn’t it? 

You explain. 

Azusa: It hurts? Then…I’ll let you down right away, okay? 

He walks over and starts untying the rope. 

*Rustle rustle* 

Azusa: …Hm…Huh? It’s been tied with a really complex knot…

*Rustle rustle* 

Azusa: Oh…You want me to put you down on the floor? …Mmh. Sure. 

*Rustle*

Azusa: Oh…I wonder if I could use this lever to change the height of the bars? 

*Cling cling* 

Azusa: Is this good? Can you reach the floor with your feet now? 

You nod. 

Azusa: Mmh. …Hey. How badly do your wrists hurt? 

You explain. 

Azusa: A numbing pain? In that case…I should really try and remove the rope. 

*Rustle rustle* 

Azusa: I’ll start with this side, okay? …Ugh…

*Rustle rustle* 

Azusa: Eve, are you alright? Your arms must hurt, huh? I promise I’ll untie you at once. 

*Rustle* 

Azusa: Ugh…Uu…

*Rustle rustle* 

Azusa: Hm…

Azusa continues to struggle with the rope. 

Azusa: Oh…!

The power tower nearly tips over.

*Cling* 

Azusa: …Ugh…That was close…My bad, Eve…Ugh…

Azusa tries to fix it back in place. 

*Cling* 

Azusa: Phew…

Kou: Ah! Hey! Azusa-kun, what are you doing!? I told you not to touch it but you’ve lowered the bar!

Azusa: S-Sorry…I just couldn’t watch her in pain. …Ah, by the way, Kou. What did you bring with you? 

Kou: My phone! I figured it’d be fun to snap a couple of pictures of her! I was even going to show them to Ruki-kun and Yuma-kun afterwards but that plan’s been kind of ruined now.

You beg Kou to untie you. 

Kou: Yeah, I know. I’ll remove the ropes right away. Ah-aah~ Boringー 

Azusa: I’ll help untie you as well…

*Rustle rustle*

Kou: Huh? That’s strange…It’s not coming loose at all…Ugh…

Azusa: What will we do…if we can’t untie the knot…? 

Kou: I’m sure we’ll find a way somehow! Come on, tug onto this rope together with me!

Azusa: Mmh…Okay. 

Kou: Ready, go!

They both tug onto the rope. 

*Rustle* 

Kou: …Phew, it’s loose!

Azusa: Haah…We did it. 

*Cling cling cling* 

You lose your balance as the power tower nearly falls on top of you.

Kou: Ah…Uwah! watch out!

Kou stops it just in time. 

*Thud*

Kou: …Phew, made it on time…

Azusa: Eve, are you alright…? 

You nod. 

Azusa: …Ah. …Hm?

*Rustle* 

Kou: …Ah. Don’t tell me…the thing we’re stepping on right now is…Ruki-kun’s precious book, isn’t it…? 

Azusa: Yeah. …The pages are all creased…

*Rustle* 

Kou: Oh no! We’ll be in serious trouble if he finds out! We have to get rid of all evidence before he gets home!

Azusa: E-Eh…? But…How do we do that…? 

Kou: We untied you, so you should fix this for us, M-neko-chan!

You tell them there’s nothing you can do. 

Kou: Gosh, you’re so useless! Ruki-kun could be home literally any second now!

They can hear the front door opening in the background. 

Azusa: Ah…Aah…W-What do we do…? Seems like he’s home…

Kou: Uwah…We have no other choice but to run then! Come on, you two! Hurry up!

Kou starts running away.

Azusa: Run…? But where do we go then? 

Kou: That doesn’t matter! Anywhere Ruki-kun can’t find us!

You ask him what to do with the power tower. 

Kou: I don’t care about that thing right now! If I had known this would happen, I would have thrown it out as soon as I had the chance!

Azusa: If Eve no longer needs it, let’s get rid of it. 

Kou: Oh come on! Let’s just run before Ruki-kun gets here!

Azusa: Ah, wait…!

All three of you make a run for it. 

ーー THE END ーー

[ammonitetheseaserpent]

Final chapter? FINAL CHAPTER- IT’S HAPPENIN-

Sooo yeah, we’ve reached the final chapter of Tide of Tied Minds, and… wow. I remember when I first started jotting down ideas for the first chapter in my journal, and the idea of writing the final one seemed like a world away. And now we’re finally here? Weird.

Anyhoo, I wanna thank everyone who joined me on this little ambitious undertaking, and those who’ll come to read it still. It means a lot to me that you all like like my random lil jottins. >w<

I’m glad I took this small step beyond my writing norm, too. My usual fare of writing one-shots is something I find very freeing - I can just take an idea and write a quick little thing for it, and bam. Writing this, though, felt that much more rewarding. They’re both satisfying in different ways, y’know?

I think this chapter is the one that’s changed the most throughout this. I originally had a whooole different plan on how I wanted to end this fic, but after WAD, I got a new, small idea and it grew into what you see here. I did keep the idea of having a flashback at the start, though. Also, the original title was Time Well Spent, as kind of a placeholder that looked like it would become the final title, and I was not planning to make another title a song reference after 3 and 4 - buuut as you can probably see, my inner music geek won out in the end. XD

Done with the 6 chapters of TOTM, eh? Well, I am, anyhow - for those of you clicking on this post for the first time, there’s still one more ride left…

Tide of Tied Minds

Chapter 6: The Stars Are Projectors

Summary: The Collector reflects as they prepare for their favorite human’s celebration.

Chapter Word Count: 2,578

Trigger Warnings: Discussion of death; discussion of trauma

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Their powers were fading - thanks to Belos’s green goop spreading up their wrists - but they were not about to let anything happen to all the people still in the Archives.

Puppet strings snagged each jutting spike on top of the building, and the Collector put all his strength and willpower and adrenaline into keeping it upright. Some of the people in there walk into his line of sight, looking shocked, a few pointing up. He smiled down at them to tell them everything would be fine; they’d all be safe because he’d make sure of it.

Finally, the house stopped falling - just in time, too. The Collector’s strings all snapped, and all the tension sagged out of their body at once.

It had taken pretty much everything they had, but they’d done it; they’d saved the Archive House and all the people in it from collapsing into the Boiling Sea.

Cool; just gonna… rest now, for a few billion years. Maybe more, he thought as he flopped down onto a travel star.

The star floated down until it gently put the Collector down onto the front of the Archive House’s balcony, where he flopped down sprawled on his stomach, breathing heavily.

A group of Luz’s friends/classmates approached him, led by a purple-haired witch girl - Amity, their mind supplied.

He shrank away from them, expecting them to scold or punish him, to hate him for all he’d put them through.

But when that didn’t happen, they caaarefully peeked an eye open - and saw Amity offering them a hand, a small smile on her face.

Happy and relieved all over (which caused more of that weird wet stuff to well up in their eyes), they took it, and she helped them to their feet. A woman who looked like Luz walked up to the front, approaching the Collector. Her face carried a kind of warmth they’d never recognized before. “Thank you for the help, pequeño amigo.”

-

During their last visit to the Owl House for a short while, the Collector had spent some time getting to know the others.

Amity, the sorta sassy abomination-focused witch and Luz’s girlfriend, who treated them with an almost expert patience.

Willow, the super-strong plant witch who looked out for all her friends, whether that be through gentle caring or kicking someone’s butt with vines.

Gus, the fun-loving illusionist who could rival the Collector’s chaotic energy, and who excitedly told them all his favorite things about the human realm.

Hunter, the Grimwalker that he’d finally gotten to know as his own person, not just another one of Belos’s toys and attempts to bring back his brother.

It was a breath of fresh air; getting to kick back, make some new friends and just… be a kid for a while.

After a while, though, unwelcome thoughts and memories started to settle back in, the closer he got to the group. They initially tried to shove these to the back of their mind, wanting desperately to have as much fun as he could, and not fall back into being slammed with things he didn’t want to think about. But the more time he spent among mortals, the more reminders he’d get, until they were all-encompassed by the now-unavoidable notion.

The notion that finally made their decision for them.

They were going back to the stars.

Not permanently, of course - but there were some things he felt he could only sort out away from the Boiling Isles, and some things he was sure the people of the Isles could sort out most effectively with some space from him. There were a lot of… complicated feelings the Collector had that were tied to the place; it was where they’d been imprisoned, where they’d met and been pulled into a false friendship by Belos. He wouldn’t blame the people of the Isles if they held complicated feelings toward him in turn as, sure, being kept in the Archives had kept them from being swept up in Belos’s takeover of the Titan, buuut being turned into puppets and used as playthings was evidently not an easy thing to be put through - if the way a lot of people had regarded him with fear and still seemed wary was anything to go by. That was part of it, too; guilt over what they’d done.

But bigger than each of those things, perhaps, was the notion they’d been trying so hard to avoid this whole time - he had terrifyingly up-close knowledge that mortals could break for good, but a lot less knowledge on what it could take to break them. That scared them more than they’d probably admit, especially considering how powerful their own magic was; he could hurt someone before he even knew it. It was better, safer, he thought, to keep a distance from these new friends until he’d learned more about how to control his powers. Maybe King could also teach them more about mortals, too - after all, they could (and most definitely would) be in touch with him whenever they wanted.

Besides all that, they haven’t been to space since they were trapped, and, well… they really wanted to see it again, wanted to explore far and wide just like they used to, now that he could. Space was familiar, home-ish and comfortable in a way the Isles wasn’t quite yet. He didn’t know how long it would be until it did become that, or until he could be among his witch and human friends without feeling all jumpy that any of them could get hurt at any moment - but they did feel that those things were very much within reach.

When the Collector first told everyone he was leaving for a bit, and explained why, some people seemed worried. Luz and Eda asked him if he’d be all right on their own, and it was stressed to him that he could always come back, that they had a place here, should they need it.

Everyone said their goodbyes, and he gave Francois back to King. Just as the Collector was about to step outside, though, they were stopped by King. His Titan buddy pressed the rabbit plush into their hands; a gesture of trust, a reminder that the Owl House would always be open to them, and a way of ensuring they’d never really be alone again.

Then King pulled the Collector into a hug, whispering “I hope I see you again soon,” into their ear.

At that, they almost broke down right there, out of pure sentimental joy.

He didn’t, of course. But he came close.

-

During that time since they’d overrun - and then helped save - the Boiling Isles, the Collector kept in touch with their friends and family, and visited them often. They’d left the door wide open, after all, and he was more than happy to make use of that as often as he pleased inbetween their little space escapades.

This particular visit was a little bit different than usual.

Luz had told them about the upcoming celebration of her birthday - or quinceañera - during his most recent visit. According to the people they’d asked, a birthday was meant to commemorate the passing of a year in someone’s life. It never failed to fascinate the Collector how, in the face of their relatively short lives, mortals came up with all sorts of ways to celebrate and make the most value possible out of their time.

At the notion of celebrating such a meaningful event for his pal Luz, well… when he went back to exploring space that day, he miiight’ve dream-visited King and told him about something special they wanted to do for this day.

Their first trip back in space was a blast. Everything they’d missed about the place was there for him to get into all over again! He counted stars, slept in the nooks and crannies of slow-moving asteroids, and saw loads of different planets. King kept them updated whenever the mood struck him, and gladly answered any questions they had. The little exploration had lasted about a month or so before they’d decided to see the Boiling Isles in person again. He felt like he was ready to see everyone again, safely this time.

When he came back, he wasn’t sure what to expect, or how much he’d be welcomed. That almost didn’t matter when they entered the Owl House and were greeted by Eda and King like an old friend. Luz was further back in the house with her mother Camila, and gave him the same welcome when he saw her - this was also when he met her basilisk sister Vee, who was (coincidentally enough) also having her first visit to the Isles in a while.

They stayed on the Isles a long while, almost twice as long as their space trip, getting to know everyone all over again and learning what they’d been up to. He was surprised at how natural it seemed, talking to all their friends and listening to them talk with zest and zeal. He got closer to everyone; closer than he’d ever been.

The place they spent the most time, though, was at the Owl House, which pretty much became his home on the Isles. Luz, King, Eda and Raine (Ray-Ray) all helped him figure stuff out about himself and the things and people around him, and showed them things they’d never known before - like family. A long time ago, family hadn’t meant much to him. From the Archivists and their constant, annoying dismissals of their little sibling, to Belos and all the Grimwalkers he only pretended to love, but who all had no worth of their own to him as long as he could make more. This, though, was different. This felt… right, as weird as it felt to call anything in his life that. It was a strange feeling, having people who understood him. They remember how Gus told them he knew what it was like to think someone was your friend, only to find out they were just pretending in order to use your abilities for their own gain.

A few times, during their visits, he approached some residents of the Isles and offered to help with the rebuilding, partly to test how they felt around him - and while some were still kinda wary, they never protested the idea of the Collector willingly helping take back some of the damage he’d done to their home. It gave him hope, and made him realize that he’d begun to find not just friends and family, but a community. For all the differences and knotted-up feelings between them, there was one thing that inspired some solidarity among them all in general - the same guy had once had them dancing to tunes of his choice. This was something they all understood, even when it came to the Collector. He got a taste of this when Hunter told him about the things he was forced to do under Belos, and how he coped with it.

The rebuilding took a long time and was not easy, as the former ruler’s final act had dealt a looot of damage to the Isles. There was definitely a lot of deeper damage the guy had done, that wasn’t as simple as being repaired. All the same, the Collector got the sense that, given enough time, things would (eventually) be okay, especially as people were now able to put energy into doing things they enjoyed without fear or restriction. Once, at his prompting, Willow had told him about flier derby, and how it gave her a sense of freedom and fun she hadn’t had a long time before. He sensed that all over - how, even if things would never really be the same as they’d once been, people could come together and find ways around that, to be able to flourish and be free again.

One time, Luz gathered a bunch of kids around herself and Amity, and together they regaled the group of a tale they’d told the Collector briefly before - how Belos was finally defeated. The kids watched, wide-eyed, as the two recounted the moment he was ripped from the Titan’s heart and melted by boiling rain, before being stomped on and finished off for good. For all his palisman-prolonged life, death had finally caught up to him.

Death…

It’s something the Collector tries not to think about, as much as that doesn’t do to actually stop his mind from going there. It’s something they’ve seen only a few times and still don’t completely get, but they hope beyond hope to never see it again. Sometimes, on bad days, just a glimpse of the decaying bones the adult Titans were reduced to brings on memories of their hands shaking and stained with red, or grasping desperately onto an orb of light.

Just like the Isles and the people on it, there are things in his life he’ll never fully be able to heal, but they’re learning to be able to live with that.

Four years. A pretty insignificant chunk of time by his standards, and yet so much has changed.

The Collector peers down at the Archive House, resting on top of the Titan’s skull like a crown. The huge left hand that reaches up, fingers poking just above the planet’s atmosphere - almost as if in greeting to the cosmic deity, or wanting to reach out and cradle them on its palm.

Come to think of it, there was one other thing Luz had told the Collector.

At first, he didn’t get how she’d been able to fix herself, when even he couldn’t fix her. Well, not until she told them that it was the Titan - the Boiling Isles - King’s Dad - who had given her his last bit of life to bring her back from wherever she’d been (which also explained why the big guy’s glyphs weren’t working anymore).

She’d also told them that the Titan had confessed they’d made a mistake by trapping the Collector.

The Collector goes into a dive toward the outstretched hand, then spreads out his arms at the last second to slow their fall and land gently onto its clawed thumb. He reaches out one of his hands and gives their perch a little pat. “Farewell, big guy.”

Just then, small, bustling sounds catch the Collector’s attention. Leaning forward and zooming their vision in, he browses around Bonesborough until his eyes reach the Owl House - where they see a crowd milling outside, coming to greet Luz and her mother Camila with lights and a huge banner. Whoop! The Collector quickly jumps up, hovering a few paces above the thumb. The celebration’s starting, and they will not let the fun end without doing his bit.

Time to put on a show. Grinning gleefully, the Collector conjures a ball of cosmic magic and raises their arms to light up the night sky.

Once they start wrapping up their display and turn to leave, he hears a faint sound - a massive chorus of “byyyeee!” from a gathered crowd in front of the Owl House, all waving excitedly to him.

The Collector laughs, the sound tingling through their whole body and making it feel lighter, a sound of pure, hearty jubilation. He waves down to his people as he flies off. “Kthanksbyyyeee!”

[whatstruthgottodowithit]

Months to Moments

Fandom: American Actor, RPF

Pairing: Austin Butler x Reader

Characters: Austin Butler, Reader

Word Count: 913

Rating: Mature

Summary: After months of waiting Austin finally makes a move.

Tags/Warnings: Request, Requested Fic, Oral Sex, Sex, Kissing, Friends to Lovers, Jealousy, Admitting Feelings

Notes: Here you go lovely! Short and sweet x

Request By Anon: Instead can I ask for a cute Austin smut where they're both really giggly, maybe it's their first time sleeping together after having crushes on each other for ages?

You didn’t know what was going on. The past ten minutes had been a whirlwind, a frenzy of wandering hands and lustful kisses as you made your way back to your hotel room. You’d been at the end of filming wrap party and you had been enjoying yourself though you had been a little wounded as the end of filming meant the end of seeing Austin. Since day one you had become fast friends and though for you it was a touch more than friendly, nothing had happened.

Well until tonight.

You’d been going to head home when Austin had jumped in your cab, citing it was better to share as you were going to the same place which of course, you hadn’t minded even though the reason you had left was because he had spent the last half hour talking to a pretty girl you didn’t recognise. Not that that mattered now.

It hadn’t mattered when he had told you how much he was going to miss you. It hadn’t mattered when he’d leaned in and kissed you, pushing you up against the elevator wall as his tongue met yours. It hadn’t mattered when you’d barely broken apart from one another as you made your way back to your room.

But now you were inside it felt different. Now you were back in the room you had left hours ago, your makeup dumped all over the desk and clothes strewn out across the floor from where you had been pouting about your various outfit choices, and it felt odd. Austin seemed to notice the change too, but he didn’t let it bother him. In fact, his arms found your waist, pulling you to him as he kissed you once more. When you pulled back you giggled.

‘What?’ he asked his brows knitting together. ‘Nothing,’ you said, ‘just…do you not think this is a bit…weird?’ ‘Weird how?’ he asked with a frown. ‘Not weird in a bad way!’ you protested your hands flying to his chest to reassure him, ‘it’s just…we’re friends that’s all.’ ‘Oh, do you not want to?’ he asked shyly, ‘because we don’t have to. If you don’t want to, I mean, we can just-’ ‘I want to,’ you said biting on your lip. Austin’s blue eyes found yours, lighting up at your answer. ‘You’re sure?’ he asked. ‘Aus, I’ve wanted to for a while…I just didn’t think you did,’ you said. ‘Really? I mean I thought I was obvious,’ he said, ‘I thought you knew.’ ‘Is that why you spent most of the night talking to that girl?’ you asked. It wasn’t really accusatory, but it was a valid question. You had kept your feelings quiet, so you understood how he didn’t know. But how could he expect you to when his actions didn’t support what he was saying?

‘Honestly? I was sorta bummed we weren’t going to see each other again and that whatever chance I had was gone now so I figured I might as well try and move on…then I saw you leave and I just had to follow you. A last-ditch attempt,’ he said, ‘I’m glad I did.’ ‘Me too,’ you giggled. You were both quiet for a moment, watching each other closely until Austin moved towards you as if he was going to kiss you once more. ‘Are you sure?’ he said. ‘Aus just kiss me,’ you giggled before he crashed his lips to yours.

The mood didn’t change as he moved you both to the bed. The fervour and passion of the hallway seemed to be long forgotten replaced by something slow and loving. It was as if the pair of you realised there was no need to rush. After all, you’d waited months to get to this point what was a few extra minutes. He kissed you for a while, his hands caressing every inch of you before his mouth followed suit until his head was buried between your legs. It was only then you felt him change, every whimper or groan that you made eliciting a smirk you could feel against your skin as he pinned you down encouraging you to ecstasy with his teasing.

But as you came down from your high he was back to the same man he had been before. Caring and adoring as he kissed you – the taste of yourself on his tongue. You groaned as he entered you burying his head in the crook of your neck as his hips found their rhythm, hitting that sweet spot with every movement. You were coming undone again in no time except now he was seconds behind you, spilling into you with a whimper.

When he pulled out he didn’t move. Instead, he watched you, his eyes shining in the low lamplight. His hair was a mess from where you had roved your fingers through it and his lips were cherry red and plump from your kisses. He looked angelic. And for another moment you couldn’t help the giggle that emitted past your lips once more.

‘What?’ Austin said with panic, your laughter no doubt putting a dent in his otherwise robust ego. ‘Nothing,’ you said, ‘just…I can’t believe we did this.’ ‘Can’t believe we did this good or can’t believe we did this bad?’ he asked. ‘Good,’ you confirmed, ‘definitely very good.’ ‘I’m glad,’ he said pressing a chaste kiss to your lips, ‘because I intend to do this again.’ ‘Is that so?’ you mused. ‘Oh definitely,’ he chuckled.

AUSTIN TAGS

@caitlin1996 @purejasmine

[dazey-aceie]

Would it be alright to request this but for trey, jamil, and leona? Thank you if you do decide to wrute this! ❤️

Disney TWST With a s/o trying to keep busy instead of sleep

✎ Characters: Trey Clover, Jamil Viper, Leona Kingscholar

☁︎ Fluff

⚠︎ Warnings: some cussing, slight insomnia

★ Notes: I tried to make the title smoother lol

! Word Count: 1.8k

Trey

You knew it was late, yes. But you couldn’t sleep. You were started to fall behind in some classes, mainly due to all the bs happening around campus. All the overblots and such, that always seem to drag you in.

The stress of everything was starting to get to you. So you decided to pull an all nighter and try to get as much done as you possibly could before morning classes start.

Ramshackle was quite quiet, Grimm was sleeping over at Heartsbyul working on some strange project with a Deuce and Ace.

“It must be a shit show over there…” You chuckled to yourself.

The ghosts decided to take a vacation to who knows where, so you were pretty much alone.

The sound of your fingers typing away into our key board echoed throughout the hollow sounding house. Lights were dim, and some windows were open. The wind was softy, and gracefully danced between the curtains singing a soft lullaby.

All of this caused your eye loss to grow heavy, but you had to push forwards. You allow your eyes a quick 10 second break after every paragraph, making you want to finish faster. A burning sensation started to appear but you pushed it aside trying to finish your stupid essay.

Maybe it was because you were zoned ed out or many before you were too emerged into your project to notice anything, but the soft clacking of shoes filled the room.

1 after the other, slowly getting closer to you. You had just finished a section of 2 paragraphs so your eyes got a break. And as soon as you opened them you saw a mug filed with a warm drink, and a pastry.

“…Huh..?” You had to take a double take, thinking your eyes were still closed and that you were imagining it, “How did..?”

“Hi y/n.”

Sorta kinda scared the shit out of you. But it wasn’t that noticeable it was more of an internal freak out.

“Trey? What are you doing up? And how did you get in?”

He rubbed at your temples, a soothing motion which immediately helped the headache you didn’t even notice you had, “I couldn’t sleep, Heartsbyul is extremely loud at the moment,” He chuckled.

You could guess why…

“And I snagged a key from Grimm, right before he almost set some rose bushes on fire.”

“Oh. Of course he almost did,” You shook your head.

Treys hands left your head to go grab a chair. He put it beside you and sat down. Look at you to the mug with a slight nudge of his head, insisting you to take a sip.

You reached for the mug, and slowly sipped, careful as to not burn your tongue. You closed your eyes and a soft smile made it’s way onto your face, “Thank you, Trey.”

He smiled back, “It’s no worries, I was sure you were over working yourself so I grabbed a pastry I made earlier today and made a drink for you to relax a bit.”

Your heart couldn’t take it, it was such a sweet guesture, you put the mug down and laid your head on his shoulder, “Thank you, Trey, it really does mean a lot.”

“I’m glad, now then, let’s get you to bed.”

“But I- I have to finish this essay. I’m almost done!”

“How many more paragraphs do you have to write?”

“…2 more pages worth… And I have to cite my sources…”

“Well I guess we should get started.” He smiled.

For the next 2 hours or so, you and Trey worked on your paper, and by the time you were done, you were so tired that you were already half asleep.

“All done, okay now it’s time for…” Trey started, but he stopped when he noticed you half asleep, “Come on y/n, these chairs are uncomfy, I’ll take you to your bed.”

“mmmm… okay…” You mumbled.

He grabbed your hand and planted a soft kiss on it before he walked you to your room.

When you got there he helped you into bed and sat beside you on the edge, “I should probably get going, I have a feeling Riddles not so happy right now…” He said as he started to get up.

“No! Stay here.” You grabbed him by the cuff of his jacket, “Riddle can take care of himself, he is a hose warden after all.” You mumbled, slowly getting quieter as tiredness was consuming you.

“Please stay.”

“Of course y/n.” He grinned.

Jamil

“Uh…No damnit. That’s wrong…” You mumbled to yourself, “That’s not it either…” You started to scratch at your head.

You were seated on the floor within a not-as-messed up room at Ramshackle. You at Grimm were slowly started to tidy the place up with the help of the ghosts.

Meaning bribing them with certain things.

Anyway, you were trying to fix a desk that had been broken in half. Honestly, you weren’t sure if it was already like that or if Ace and Deuce had something to do with it.

Grimm had went to bed a couple minutes ago, and knowing him, he was probably in tuna dream heaven. You however hadn’t felt tired yourself, and you decided to stay up a tad bit longer to fix a couple more things up.

But a tad bit turned too a tad bit too much. It was already 2 a.m. and you hadn’t even realized.

You were still seated on the floor sitting criss cross thinking. But then you felt two palms reach onto your shoulders and start massaging the area. It was paired with a familiar voice, “Morning, y/n.”

“Jamil?”

“What are you still doing up?” He asked, a scolding manner embedded into the words.

“It’s not that late- Oh.” You looked over at a clock that you had repaired earlier, “ …Maybe I didn’t fix it correctly.”

“Looks accurate to me.” He sighed.

Honestly, you were so tired that you couldn't exactly think straight, and you kinda zoned out when Jamil was scolding you.

It sounded like...

"y/n.... how many times... you said that... you need to take better care of..."

Things of the sort.

You nodded once you heard him finish, "I'm sorry, Jamil," You rubbed at a few cuts and brusies on your wrists and hands due to some clumsiness of being so tired.

Jamil walked out of the room, and he came back a few seconds later.

"Where did you go-?"

He sat down beside you, and bandages in hand, wrapped then around your palms, and placed smaller bandaid on a couple of cuts. He secured it with a kiss to the back of your palm.

"You need to be more careful y/n," He sighed, with a small smile at the end of his sentence. He locked eyes with you, a more stern look taking hold, "I'll take you to bed now."

"I still have to finish-"

"It wasn't a suggestion. Lets go." He stood up and gave you his hand to help you up. You reluctlently grabbed his extended hands and pulled your self up.

You might have used a tad bit too much force as you ended up throwing your self onto him. Jamil let out a chuckled as he braced himself and caught you in his arms, engulfing you into a hug. You used all the energy you could muster to hug back, hiding your face in his chest.

"Come on, y/n lets go to bed now."

"Will you stay..?"

"I left some of the students in charge of Kalim, they should be able to manage until morning. We'll fix any issues before classes start." He joked, a small smirk visible as you looked up at his face.

"Okay... Wait. How come you're still up?"

"I live with Kalim."

"...Fair enough." You said as you walked arms linked with your loving boyfriend to your room. Which you fixed up nice and neat earlier lol

Leona

'Adrenaline was still pumping through you. Theres no way you could sleep now,' is what you told yourself.

And for the most part, that statement was correct. It started off with you helping Jack and Ruggie with a couple speeldrive drills.

Nothing too extreme. But when other students saw the three of you practicing, they wanted to join in.

So a couple of drills turned to training, to a few friendly games, to some bets on students.

It took 2-3 hours or so. And the Savanclaw students were exaggusted, but for some reason, you felt all of that was only a warm up.

You told the guys you'd go back inside in a few minutes, you voluneteered to clean up. Jacks pride and sportmenshi wouldn't allow you to do it yourself, but you are perrisent and scary when you want to do something. So he couldn't exactly tell you no.

They went in while you started to clean up the arena. Honestly, it would’ve been fun to have Grimm there, but he was having a sleep over at Scarabia. He’s there for the food ngl.

You laughed to yourself thinking about the headache poor Jamil must being having at the moment. With both Grimm AND Kalim.

30 minutes or so had passed, and you were humming as you dancing around putting up some the of the foam blockers. You stopped as you put up the last one.

You took a deep breathe in, and allowed yourself to become lost in your own thoughts. It was after some time that you felt two large hands grab you.

You’re first instinct was to scream, but the silhouette knew that, and covered your mouth using one of his hands.

“Damn herbivore, shut up.” He sighed.

“meonaaaah?” You tried to say but it was muffled.

He took his hands off and you swiftly turned around. “Leona! Don’t do that! You scared the shit outta me!” You huffed, hand clenched to your heart trying to catch your breathe.

“You’re the idiot that made me come all the way out of here.”

“Huh? I didn’t tell you to come-“

“Shut up.” He growled, as he picked you up bridal style.

“Leona. Come on! I still have to put up the rest of the-“

“The guys can do it in the morning.”

"But I said that I would do-"

"No."

"Asshat."

"Dumbfuck." He said, as you hoisted you up closer to him, "Let's go, it's late. And dark and cold."

"...Fine." You agreed, leaning into his warmth.

Leona mumbled something, but you couldm't exactly heard it, but t resulting in him kissing your cheek so you deciced not to worry about it too much.

You would help out the rest of the guys in the morning, with cleaning, and a scolding from Leona. But for now, you'll enjoy your night with your bossy but loving boyfriend.

[moonlightdancer26]

Is there a love story behind elloona👀???

I’m glad you asked 👀

To answer your question: Yes. There is, in fact, a love story behind my relationship with @maruke2003.

Here are the names in case you don’t remember:

El/Ellie — @maruke2003

Seph — @halfblood-princes-crown

Astro — @astronova-00

Martina/Mars Bars — @bookwalmartav

Will/Willow — @somesnapefan2

Rose — @rosetheslytherpuffxoxo

Teddy — @teddyscottish

Anyway

I’ll start from the ✨beginning✨

Disclaimer: This is input from both sides. I have told El about this question and we’ve discussed it.

Funnily enough, we met through our first adopted child—Seph. He was the reason El and I became friends, wives, and mothers. 😌

So, I never noticed El, even though she noticed me a little before. I only really noticed her when she began sending Seph Snupin drabbles to try and convert him into becoming a Snupin shipper.

(I’ll get to that in a bit ^)

How we felt about each other before we became friends:

El told me that: “You intimidated the fuck out of me but I wanted to be your friend cuz I thought you were cool.” (😕) Because of my aura, apparently.

And, I feel bad for saying this but, I was a bit weirded out when I first noticed her sending asks to Seph. Back then, I was only friends with four members of the Elloona fam (Seph, Astro, Will, and Martina) and Seph was my fave person on Tumblr. I wasn’t weirded out in a mean-sorta-way, I was just like “hold the phone. who’s this person and why’s Seph friends with them?” because I’ve never noticed their existence before and was curious because they really seemed to love Snupin, so I was like.. there’s a Snupin shipper trying to convert my bestie and I didn’t know about it?😭

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Moving on, it had finally dawned on me that Seph didn’t ship Snupin, so I was like *le gasp* and sent him this ask where I expressed my shock over him not shipping Snupin and told him that I can send a bunch of recs. Seph of course refused (🙄). On the other hand, @maruke2003, seeing this, tags me in the replies (all the replies are there in the post I linked btw, so you can go check them out for yourself) and asks me to send me some recs for our wonderful OTP, and I, being myself, decide to create The Ultimate Snupin Fanfic List and list almost 50 fics—in which there are series included (so idk if each part of the series counts as an individual fic). She thanked me for it and noticed that one of the fics I recommended to her was Lily’s Boy by SomewheresSword, so she was like “OMG I LOVE LILY’S BOY” and told me I went a bit overboard. I told her she had wonderful taste and apologised, then she said she opened like 20 new fics and that “we’ll need to chat about Snupin one day cuz YES.”

Here was the exchange, for the lazy ones:

And that was that. I was just like “aight ig they’re pretty cool (if you ship Snupin, I automatically like you, that’s the rule), I hope we’ll manage to convert Seph one day.” I simply moved on with life.

Then around two days later El DMs me, iirc it was about Lily’s Boy (and Snupin fics as a whole), I was kinda like “oh” but replied anyway. We got to talking and it was enjoyable, then we soon started messaging each other everyday. And then boom. Chaotic Snupin-loving besties.

How we became wives:

One day, a random idea popped up in my head: What if El and I had a ship tag for our interactions for both of our blogs? I thought it’d be a fun little touch to both our blogs and so I told her about it, and she said we should make a ship name for us. Then we exchanged some choices and El came up with: ✨Elloona✨

I don’t remember at what point of our relationship did we start calling each other wives, but it just happened. I’m pretty sure it might have started when Ellie edited her bio and added “Moon is my wife” (🥹), and I was like omg let’s do that for each other and so I changed my bio. And we pretty much just went with that.

El and I kinda made flirty comments with each other bc we’re both dirty-minded and we love to make dumb jokes, so I think that’s where it started.

How we became mothers / How we became The Elloona Fam:

One day, Ellie just told me “I adopted Seph” and I was like yoooo. I thought it’d just stop at Seph but El and I soon started to gather up more and more children.

Here is the order of who we adopted:

1. Seph

2. Astro (who declared themselves as our child 🙂)

3. Martina

4. Rose

And we also got siblings for ourselves, Ellie has two siblings—our children’s aunts: Will and Teddy. I don’t have a sibling in the Elloona fam (THE POSITION IS OPEN but if we aren’t that close I’ll have to decline <3), but I suppose I have more than enough irl siblings to make up for that 🤷‍♀️

One day, El came up with a new tag: “The Elloona fam.” And now we just accepted it as our family name. We also created some other tags: “stan the Elloona fam for clear skin,” “Elloona and their first child,” (<- I came up with the first two 😌), “the Elloona fam,” “Elloona fam,” and “the Elloona sisters.” We might create one for the children but they hardly interact. 🙄

So yeah, I guess this just about covers it. Thanks for asking!

[hasufin]

This is my first attempt at creative writing in over a decade, and entirely unedited.

I also have NO IDEA where I'm going with this. I just sorta get scenes in my head and write them out.

Imagine, if you would, a man. He is walking through what must seem a completely black void. It is lit only by ornaments, tiny spheres composed of some intricate glowing filigree. They hang in midair, unchanging and unsupported. He walks deliberately, inspecting each one, considering a few more closely, passing by others with derision. His is the manner of the art critic; judging the ornaments by some unknown criteria. Finally, having passed by innumerable seemingly identical such tchotchkes, he finds one that ignites actual interest. He takes it in his hand, holds it closer, looks into it deeper than he did any of the others.

This is not how our story begins.

This is nothing like what happened. It is merely the closest your mind can imagine what occurred. There is no man – I am no man. I was not walking through a dark room.  Indeed, “walking” barely makes sense. There is neither floor nor ceiling. There is a floor only by the convention that I chose to proceed in a methodical fashion. I did not proceed along a plane, nor in a straight line, because such conventions of geometry do not exist. There is no room. “Space” does not make sense in this context, it’s merely a term those on the Inside would offer. And I am Outside.

These orbs, these baubles – they are what you would call universes. Knots in that-which-is. Eddies of causality. Some are simple: they blip into their existence, find a closure, and blip out. Others reach something like a static state within their own context. Some loop themselves into an endless cycle. A rare few even manage to create other universes, spawning variation, however trivial. There would be an infinity of such. There is, I suppose, but that doesn’t exactly matter.

Me? I perceive them all. Time and Space are trivial matters which only bother those who are Inside. Those whose existence comes from within one of those universes. To me, all of these universes are, in their way, static. I see each point in their existence at once: beginning, end, and all in between. Some simply have more than others, that’s all. You might say they’re bigger, but of course they aren’t.

I’m not alone. I should mention that, I suppose.

There are others like me. We exist Outside. We are all, in a way, completely identical. But we are also all completely alien to each other. Some of us simply came about here, Outside. Some were formed by the actions of others. Some even come from Inside; beings who transcended the limitations of our original existence.

I don’t interact with the others. What would be the point? Anything we might say or do, we know. Any knowledge that can be had, we hold. By dint of our timelessness and spacelessness, we exist at our pinnacle. Because we have everything, we also have nothing.

The only interest to be found is in limiting ourselves. In enforcing restrictions and struggling against that restraint. It’s amusing… in a way.

But even I will admit, true enjoyment can only be found Inside.

Some universes are beautiful in their own right. Delicate symmetries and patterns worthy of contemplation. Others, for what they produce.

And thus begins our story, because I have chosen to introduce time into my existence, if only a little bit. I’m not a barbarian. I’m not going to experience it like someone who lives Inside. I’ll just see what they see, a little bit.

I’m not limitless. I’m not truly omnipotent. And I’m very glad for that, it sounds awful.

One limitation we have, those of us Outside, is that there are really only two ways we can change an Inside.

The blunt, brutal method is, we don’t. If we find a universe which doesn’t suit our fancy, we unmake it and – if we so desire – rebuild it to our liking. This is generally considered a bit crude. Impolite. And, if it happens to be a universe which spawned someone Outside, one of the few meaningful acts of violence we can actually engage in.

The universe I’m holding is one such universe. In truth, no one would mind if I, personally, unmade this universe. I have the right. Others have done the same, in circumstances like my own. They would say I should.

That is unacceptable to me. Call me sentimental. I know this universe will yield quintillions of sentients. Beings who will never achieve my own perspective, certainly, but still worth preserving. Few universes are so fecund as this one.

But.

It has a flaw. It’s good enough, granted. And it has certainly served its purpose. Yet I feel it could be better. And moreover, I feel like it should be better.

And so, I will engage in finesse.

There is only one way to modify a universe without remaking it.

From Inside.

So.

I begin – and I mean truly begin – by deciding a number of things at once. I select a time and a place, which are within this universe the same thing. I navigate the subtle eddies of gravitation and chance, and I limit my own immediate perception to a singular Place. I choose my own vectors – inhabitants of Inside don’t realize, but they’re truly moving in all dimensions at once. It’s one of the greatest beauties of this universe, that everything is always moving. Nothing is at a rest. There is no center, no border.

This does, admittedly, make it modestly challenging to go Inside, as I need to simultaneously select roughly a dozen starting points, directions, and velocities.

With that, I had an existence Inside. At least, enough to properly perceive it in the way its inhabitants would. I did not exist in any relevant way. I was simply narrowing my own perceptions.

There was a star system nearby. One of trillions just like it. Dwarf star, a handful of rocky planets, some gas giants, a cloud of debris. Slightly unusual in how it was structured, allowing the inner planets to go longer without orbital bombardment than was statistically average.

Of course, I knew all this. I’d not given up being Outside. Nor would I, not ever. It’s a hard-won privilege.

The star system was, in the manner of this universe, a few lightyears away. An insurmountable distance by the laws of set down within this universe. Provided you don’t find clever ways to bend them, of which there are so very many.

For myself, I simply moved my perception there, giving myself the appearance of traveling. But, having no mass, no actual existence at all, I was not limited. My perception crossed the sparse interstellar void in a second. And, seeing as I’d opted to experience “time”, a second is actually relevant, for once.

Although I’d traveled far faster than the speed of light, I’d not yet violated any of this universe’s laws of physics. It was time, though, for me to change that.

Once within any reasonable limit of the star system, I began to gather the copious elements available. Modifying the laws of chance, that more and more protons and neutrons would form as a cloud within my perception. A cloud of hydrogen hurled itself toward the inner system.

By the time I passed the innermost of the gas giants, I had brought together, oh, perhaps a few kilograms. Not much, yet. I could have gathered more, or simply created a form by sheer force of will, but I was being subtle. Violating the laws of physics, unavoidably, but in the most subtle of ways. Such would be my approach.

My intent was that from the Outside, it would look as if nothing had changed at all, as if this universe was unchanged and untouched. Our own nature works against us: if it seems possible, it is possible. My changes would be obvious Inside, but if they ever reached the point of being able to perceive them, they would understand, and have no objection. Certainly, I never did once I knew.

Within the asteroid belt, I could gather heavier elements. Helium, Silicon, Carbon. Iron and Fluoride, and precious, precious Oxygen. Rather than a simple amorphous cloud, I could begin offering it structure. I formed proteins and lipids, nucleotides and a calcium substrate.

By the time I reached the atmosphere of the third planet, I had a rough sort of body. Nothing like how this planet’s inhabitants made their own bodies, certainly – nasty, grotesque method if I must say – but sufficiently like them to see a similarity. I clothed it in crystalized silicon, no sense in my hard work going to waste. As I navigated the careful approach to the surface, assuring I didn’t cause a catastrophe, I refined my form. I passed through the magnetic belts, the thin halo of ionized gas, and descended through the cloud layers. By the time I gently placed the quartz vessel on the ground, in a landing whose delicacy would not be matched for millennia, I had constructed a body which was indistinguishable from those on the planet.

Well. Cleaner, and perhaps a bit less hirsute. Biologically identical, anyway.

I stood, for the first time, on the surface of the planet. I had chosen to arrive at night – approaching as I had from space. This spot on the planet would not face the star for another few hours, and artificial light would not be invented for millennia yet. Even fire thus far eluded the vaguely-sentient creatures here. Fortunately, I had furnished my own body with far superior sensory apparati. Not only could I see, hear, and smell better than they ever could, in a more accurate way than they could imagine, I had added sensory organs of which they had not dreamed. It’s not like I needed the brain space for mere thinking.

I saw no particular need to modify the sense of touch, though. Why bother with the paltry matter of physical contact when I could consider the waves of potentiality someone gave off?

Which made it shocking, when the very first sensation I experienced from this body arose from that sense. I had enhanced sight, but lacked light. I had unparalleled hearing, but language would not arise for many more centuries. I could smell from a mile away, and identify anything by taste, but there was nothing of interest to taste or smell. I could entangle with any thinking mind within a kilometer, but had intentionally set myself hundreds of kilometers from anything that thought about more than food and mating.

And so. I knew what it was, to be sure.

But I had never felt rain on my skin.

[partyinthemysterymachine]

I'M CURIOUS AF WHO ARE THESE TWO MONSTERS NEAR POOR SCARED HARRY? 😳😳😳👀👀👀

SHAKES AND VIBRATES

oh!! oh you wish to know my monsters?? u wish to hear GOOMT's monsters?? WELL!!!! ha ha ha OOOHHH

OOH I'M GLAD YOU ASKED!!!

(no rly bless u, ilusm, thank u for asking and ur vested interest, i'm REALLY SUPER appreciative ❤️❤️❤️💖💖💖🥚🥚🥚🥚🥚)

and ofc, since u know i gotta, here is the obligatory link to my Harry/James glacial slowburn, Get Out Of My Town, and GOOMT’s corresponding blog for updates, aesthetics, art, and all that jazz!

NOW KEEP IN MIND: these are only descriptions of the monsters in the full picture i did here. there are others in the monster cast too, that are LOTS of barrels of fun, and VERY intricate and intriguing in their own way, just as the ones mentioned/following.

(the picture itself is a part of the GOOMT actor AU, where it’s all just a show, folks! (consider it to the likes of the Silent Hill blooper reel, which we were ROBBED OF in later games >:( 🔪 @ konami 5ever) and you can find its tag here.)

CONTENT WARNING: descriptions of child death, James Sunderland

JAMES SUNDERLAND 

James Sunderland is a stupid little idiot weasel and conduit of Silent Hill. he has so many problems and is not going to do anything about it because he’s a stupid and depressed little wanker who doesn’t have any rights, not that he ever did in his life. 

after the events of Silent Hill 2, James pitched himself into the lake but the town wasn’t gonna let him off easy. it had plans, and needs, for James. our boy here crawled right out of Toluca Lake after haphazardly (and illegally, but whatever; who’s gonna give him a ticket? .. yeah that’s what i thought) parking it in its depths and has remained in South Vale ever since. James sure darn well tried, but he cannot escape through death at his own hand, or otherwise. in fact, the monsters he (and we) have come to know and love have gradually become disinterested in him.

(as for Pyramid Head? huh! well, it’s weird; James hasn’t seen him around in quite a while.. hrm.. really gotta wonder what’s up with that.. ;3c )

what it means to be a conduit of Silent Hill, however, is a little complicated; but the baseline is that he’s Silent Hill’s little battery pack. it needs him and through fun time psychological (and physical, now and again.. but the monsters don’t wanna play anymore, for some reason..) torture, James does what he does best and wallows a sure hell of a lot, thus accumulating nutritious and scrum-diddily-umpious negative power for the town.

oh 👂 you ask, “and for what does it need it, and why James?” great question!

wouldn’t you like to know, weather boy?? ;) but you can read about it all riiight here, babey!!

ok ok jk jk (sorta lol) (bc i mean come on. ISN’T he a monster, tho......? ....hrrmmm hmm hmmmmm........ sources point to yes, if SH2 has anything to say about it, LOL)

let’s ACTUALLY start with my HONEST personal favorite:

THE MEMORY OF HARRY

(this monster was very aptly named by a good friend of mine - hi Gospel! - and so credit must be given where credit is due.)

ART BY capitán solsikke

(uncertain of where solsikke is keeping their public art contacts/social media now, so solsikke, if u happen to see this, pls drop ur deets so i can link back to u pls :< pls..)

FURTHER NOTE: to reduce the long post scrolling and bc tumblr’s image insertion format is horrid, i’m going to put additional art/links to the GOOMT blog posts for Memory of Harry, bc y’all REALLY gotta see the actual faithful renderings of him i also commissioned from capitán solsikke

the Memory of Harry first appeared at the end of GOOMT’s Chapter 27: Yeah, Me Neither. his description is as follows (and ADDITIONAL NOTE: Harry is, GOOMT-canonically, left-handed):

A lean man teetered on exhausted legs. Because his entry only allowed them to view him from the side, from that angle they saw he wore a brown leather jacket discolored by smoke stains and was torn at the shoulder. The jeans on his legs were tainted and ratty, and his shoes only held together by determination.

From what could be told of his profile, this man’s face had retained most of its features, despite the crusty, black skin covering every inch. His dark hair lay flat on his head, save for a wispy few strands that fanned loose over his brow. Misshapen scarring created a thick, blinding patch over his visible eye. And lastly, the reason his nonstop weeping was muffled was due to a mouth sewn shut so many times that it was replaced by nothing but a bulky, knotted mask.

But this visage was nothing compared to his cargo. In his hand he held a smaller one attached to a thin, tiny arm, of which was connected to the raw and burned corpse of a little girl. She was on her belly, her head hung like a sack of sand between her shoulders, obscuring her face, and her stringy, oily black hair dangling and swaying with every move the man made. On her body was a tattered blue dress, perhaps once long-sleeved as suggested by the remains of ripped fabric at her elbow, and black shoes over white socks patched by dried orange blood and char. Wherever she was forced to go, she left a wet streak of black and crimson in her wake.

James scrutinized this gruesome new monster hard while it shuffled directionless and wracked with demoralizing sobs. It didn’t seem to know they were there and moved at such a slow pace that James figured they were in no immediate danger. He looked at Harry for guidance.

Harry, however, was in no state to do anything but remember how to breathe. His face was contorted in grief and oddly, recognition. James eyed him, somewhat disturbed by it but moreso uncertain, then took his stare back to their visitor.

The victim of a fire unknown changed his direction, somehow having noticed they were there and faced them. Wherever it could be seen, his skin was indeed blackened, cracked, and flaking like bark, and revealed that both of his eyes were blindfolded by the scarring. Beneath the leather jacket, which sported a broken replica of their flashlights, was a sweater vest that bore a royal blue color somehow notable under the charcoaled damage. It was frayed at the hems and layered over a shirt that was once white. But now that he had confronted the resident and veteran full on, James could have never been prepared for what brought it all together:

The bereaved’s left hand which, until now, had been hidden on his other side, was not empty - and never could be. His arm hung lifeless and his fingers welded, forever clutching, a long, rusted, and bloody steel pipe.

James’s lips parted, and his heart dropped like lead straight through the floors.

Neither moved, and the man, at his snail’s pace, sought to meet them. The next garbled cry caused Harry to twist his bludgeon so hard in his white-knuckled fists that his arms briefly trembled. Each step drew the walking corpse a little bit closer, and still, they couldn’t find their feet. With the pieces having fallen together, the implications of what was before them pulled the ropes in James’s stomach tight enough to make him vaguely nauseous.

James heard himself utter a whisper of his companion’s name. His voice seemed to shake Harry out of his stupor, and in time to choke back sob of his own before it began.

He didn’t even feel his vocal cords nor his tongue move when he spoke again. “Is that..”

“It’s me,” Harry said thickly. “Yeah. That’s me.”

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he was, considering his importance, intended to be used sparingly - and he is. this monster is (thus far, and understandably,) Harry’s least favorite monster, lmao. Harry would really rather this guy Didn’t, but hey - ain’t nobody here that’re gonna let HIM call the shots any time soon!! 

the Memory of Harry is an extremely foreboding warning and tale on two legs. he is also 100% capable of ruining Harry’s day in a pinch, just by existing. 

(Harry really doesn’t like to think about him.)

CRYING, BURNING WOMAN

(who is taking a moment out of her day to T-pose to get her point across; and of whom has not yet been properly rendered in art form BUT I’M WORKING ON FIXING THAT 👀 @ all local artists with commissions open)

this monster tends to travel in packs of two or more. she’s first seen alone, and is the debut monster in GOOMT’s story, in Chapter 5: Stop Stopping

From the fog emerged a staggering, loose-limbed creature that was closer than either of them had anticipated. It shuffled on buckled legs, its ropey arms swinging carelessly in the momentum. The head drooped on its neck, masking its face from everything but the asphalt, and they ought to be grateful for it. The entirety of this abomination was ravaged in sickening swirls of exposed muscle, black rot eating away at its flesh, and raw, peeling skin. Like most of the hell creatures in Silent Hill, it was an impossibility. The thing moved as though it was treading through tar, but these two were wise to the fact that that shouldn’t be undermined.

The stench of it reached them as soon as they saw it, triggering bile washing up Harry’s throat, and gritted disgust on James’s face. It smelled of charred meat forgotten in an industrial oven fueled by sulfur and was heavy with the unmistakable odor of wet, moldy clothes. Every breath it took sounded labored and painful, and vaguely feminine. In its wake were slicks of thick blood, and if they dared to be any more observant, flung drops of blood from its stiff fingertips as the arms swayed.

she’s seen again, in Chapter 10: Turn Around, Look At What You See

The smell reached them. It was the same they’d experienced before: burnt flesh and moldy clothes. Harry remembered what she looked like, how her arms swung and her spine could barely support her. Her flesh had been peeling, burnt to the bone in some places, and her head hung to conceal her shame. It sounded like there were more than one of these tortured women - perhaps two or three. 

and in Chapter 11: The Pocket Travel Guide To Silent Hill, James reflects upon them - and one other.

There were the crying, burning women, and the creature made of static and fumes. The former were forever smoldering, blighted by singed holes in their baked flesh, and dripped black, acidic ichor. Some were bald, their scalps incinerated, and others had long black hair that was both wet and decorated with kindling flames. When they staggered, their faces were obscured by the way their heads hung on broken necks, and when dead, Harry and James rolled them over to unearth the fact that their eyes were blinded by melted skin and their mouths silenced by a red square made of steel. How their screams were audible from behind the plates, they didn’t know. Their bodies reeked of gasoline and scorched wood. 

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(sensing a pattern, here? >;) )

now in that, there’s mention of a “creature made of static and fumes”. she is not pictured, and has a different appearance - and she’s a radio mimic. the radio (huh.. radio..... what’s going on with that radio.....? is it broken...?? hrm. better take it anyway) mimic.

as you can imagine, she’s also one of Harry’s beloved favorites. ;3c

and finally, however quite (so far) unfairly depicted and appearing MUCH later into the story:

THE LOST BOY (1 of 2)

his (and his better(?) half’s) first appearance comes in Chapter 54: Touché

And before one could say “knife”, galloping, meaty claps on vinyl tile heralded the proper, and fashionably late, introduction of the quadrupedal couple. Upon emerging into the artificial headlights, however, they recoiled. At once, and reminiscent of their earlier behavior on the security monitor, Harry and James watched them volley apart. Furthermore, their emotions seemed to be unchanged from the scene with the girl in the corridor.

Demonstrating that behavior in person sowed the seeds of interest, for as intimate as they seemed to be, they also showed signs of having a mysterious, innate fear of being seen together. The predators chose their quarry and took sides on an archer’s bow. During their slow, deliberate advance, they verified the surmised size discrepancy as correct  - and the larger made James its target.

Its hunched skeleton made it hard to decipher its entire build, but anyone could see that it boasted the hallmarks of an athlete: lean, sturdy, balanced, and if it stood on its legs, would probably surpass the six foot mark. In contrast, its partner, who had business with Harry, posed an all around average height and body type. As far as fitness went, this was one that strongly hinted it preferred the bleachers, as there was barely any muscular definition on it at all.

Other than that, the pair’s bodily design was nothing special. Moist and raw burns covered their unpalatable topography from head to toe, mapping out ice cream swirl streets hued in apricot and ripe peach, and pronouncing the sewage brown lagoons dotting them like Dalmatians. Their figures were ugly to be sure, but they weren’t the focus - their faces were.

At one side of the mouth, a necrotic, flat, fabric string vertically secured the starting base of a pattern. It was a simple motif, too: laced shoes. Criss-crossing over the lips and tunneling north and south through septic punctures ringed by crystalized pus eyelets, the strings wove impenetrable diamonds all the way to the other side, triple-knotted in gunky yellow paste, and the uneven ends left dangling. Once upon a time, these mouths must’ve had something to say, or needed to say; but none were permitted to listen. They, like all other fiends, were victims of silence.

Harry and James didn’t much care for the trendy, stringent enforcement of ‘silence is the best policy.’ A while ago, Harry, at least, began to suspect that there was significance behind each individual, unique means; granted, the allegation seemed like no-brainer. All aside, the two here helped build his case.

He’d chew on it later.

Two slanted holes pretended to be a nose, and above them sat two anomalous eyes.  One visualized the world through an eternal squint, the eye semi-obscured by a grafted skin bandage. The second, in juxtaposition, told further tale of torture. Stapled to brow and cheek were the upper and lower lids, stretched beyond capacity to plate the living, twitching centerpiece netted in spider silk threads. Firetruck red painted the inverted inner lids, and by merciful grace of the monster’s exotic biology, the socket and orbit glittered from moisture that preserved its functionality.

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RUBS NASTY LITTLE FLY HANDS

ooh, this pair - OOOH, this P A I R. i LOVE this double trouble. i was VERY excited to introduce them, because they are A TREAT. these boys are a first for GOOMT’s story for being boys, so gosh..... gosh, ho hum hrmmm hmm mmmmrmmm hrrrrmmmm, wonder what that could mean??? 

>;3c

but yeah, as you can see - their details are quite immense and uhhh.. all we got up there right now is zombie Orange Julius lookin’ out for his next big orange to squeeze. soon, buddy.... don’t worry, my guy; soon.....™️

aaaaand THAT is THAT ON THAT!!! 

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR INTEREST IN MY MONSTERS OF GOOMT, AND GOOMT ITSELF 😭😭😭😭 WORDS CANNOT DESCRIBE MY THANKS AND JOY (despite the 232,398 of them in GOOMT so far but eh, who’s counting)

forreal tho THANK YOU so much for your ask and your curiosity, it means the absolute world to me and i’m shoving it into my mouth and storing it in my cheeks. GOOMT is the love of my entire life and also my bane of existence and i LOVE talking, and sharing aspects of GOOMT* for all that will listen :3c

*except for lore, future planning and scenes, and things not otherwise already published because i am a VERY superstitious writer and VERY cautious of what, and to whom, i share. i won’t answer questions or talk about GOOMT’s lore and planning to anyone - not even Ren, my best friend and patient editor since ch10, who doesn’t even go here. so rest assured, it’s not (the royal) you; it’s me. 😔

AND NOW since you’ve either made it or scrolled to the end, the detailed depictions of the Memory of Harry by capitán solsikke under the cut, and their original posts from GOOMT’s blog:

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Love Is For Bloomin’ Pecknecks! Ch2 Apologies And Acting

From that day forth the two would barely interact with each other. She felt bad at first but Mr. Grooves reassured her everything was fine.

"That old bird was due for a telling off, Darling. I'm just surprised no one's told him those things sooner. He'll be fine. If anything the Conductor's a rough old bird, so it'll take a little more than a small spat to scare him off."

To his credit the moon penguin was right. Because she ended up seeing more and more of these two having argument. Or more precisely Conductor yelling at Mr. Grooves as he stared back calmly but whenever he saw Cookie he would shut up, turn tail, and quickly stomp off yelling at nothing which Mr. Grooves didn't care about...At first. As the months went on a lot of things happened. Cookie ended up visiting the girls more with Muriel and one day met their new live in babysitter when cooking something for the girls to eat when they came back. A girl from the country with flaming red hair named Poppy. Poppy Rose Bloomington. Poor thing was wet and cold and starting a cold. Never fear! Cooking cat is here! She made sure she got a bath and washed her dress for her, making sure to hand over back her bracelet that fell out of the pocket, and made sure she had a hot meal before she was forced to leave to make sure Muriel was alright. Poppy was such a nice lady, poor and lost, but nice. She could sorta relate to that. Though there was something else happening too. Mr. Grooves had noticed the way the cat had acted so motherly around Muriel, and sweet to the moon penguins and stressed Express owls. Everyone seemed to love her. BAH! What do they know!? She was just a cat! A thieving. Bad....Nice...K-Kind. Pretty colored. Cute giggles. Feisty...She'd be a good grandmother to his little wee ones- That thought made him shake his head and pull at his yellow feathers! Stop that! She was a cat! A cat that was...r-really pretty and ...and not afraid to own up to her mistakes. He should know because it was the first time anyone had apologized to him genuinely. She felt so bad for yelling at him. He remembered well. He was on Lunch break when she came over. The first thing catching his attention was the sweet smell of birdseed cookies, and a second later a small plate of freshly baked cookies were set down in front of his sandwich by an orange paw and he looked up. Nearly choking on his sandwich when he saw HER there. Staring with a guilty kicked puppy expression hat in her hands staring at him.

"L-LASS!!," he choked out as he swallowed the food but she stopped him from talking further.

"Please don't say anything," she replied calmly with a guilty undertone to her voice, "I just came to apologize to ya."

And his mind blanked. "......Wot?"

"Ah've been thinking about it a lot lately and well-..I feel really bad for yellin' at you like that. I mean..You didn't even know me. For all you knew I was a thief. I can't blame ya for feeling that way when my kind haven't really done anything to squelch those fears of yours. So.." She gestured to the plate of cookies in front of him. "I hope you like cookies, and that you can forgive me. I-If not for my sake then for a better workplace?"

He stared at her. Then at the cookies. Opening his mouth and closing it a couple times before turning red again. She cooked...for HIM!? After a moment of awkward of silence he cleared his throat. "It's...Tis n-nah a problem!" He looked away quickly grip tightening on his food. Why was he feeling like this. "Tho...I-I guess I was in the wrong too. *ahem* Apologies a-accepted..An..Given back to ya?"

Cookie blinked back in surprise as well before smiling. "Well ah'll accept the apologies given back to me. I'm just glad we could come to an understandin'. And here others said you were unreasonable." ...Wait. He snapped back at her- "But that's fair from the truth ain't it?" She sat down next to him making him pause as she giggled. "Mr. Grooves told me about how much ya care 'bout your grandchildren and son."

"...Oi. He did did he?" He asked slowly raising a brow. The peckneck was talking about him huh? "What else has that flipper flapper said?"

"Oh nothing bad. Just that you had a family and you ran the train on top of being a movie director which I must say is quite a feat. I'm impressed by your skills and dedication." Her smile ever genuine. "I adore some of your films."

His feathers puffed up more as she smiled widely. "I-I-I w-w-wot-"

"The Cactus Casualties! I never expected that an actual cactus enchanted by a Sand Witch was the culprit. I could've sworn it was the saloon owner puttin' the cactus juice in the nutmix!"

"Ahehe. Well I-..Wait." His head snapped back to her faster than a bullet. "Ye actually knew that was nut mix and nah birdseed!?"

She nodded. "As someone who works with food you have to pay special attention to food details. It's a habit I formed so I noticed it straight away. It's the small details that count. Dontcha think?"

"Ah...." He smiled back at her. "Aye. Tis the details that make ye movie. ..Y'know. Ye was the first one to point that out?"

"Wait. Really? I thought it was obvious it was a plain old nut mix. Birdseed is totally different. Those owls were totally confusing the audience calling it birdseed all the time."

"That's wot I said but it was too late to change the script!! And refilming everrrrything would've been too much time! That's why I now write me own scripts! Hmph!"

Her eyes widened. "You write your own scripts too!? Wow! You're better at multitasking than I am with three pots on one stove."

He nodded. "...Oh. By the way, Lassie. That DJ Pe-...*ahem* Grooves wouldn't have happened ta mention anything else about me to ya, would he?"

"Hm? Oh no. Not really. Only that you had a family and liked birdseed cookies." He sighed reaching for a cookie and deciding to toss it into his mouth. "Oh. And that you were single."

Conductor choked on his cookie-

Things weren't tense anymore. Well..at least back to normal tense concerning the Conductor and Cookie now. The two waved when seeing each other and sometimes she'd come bring him lunch on his breaks where they'd talk about his movies and she'd give him tips on food presentations for his movies which he took serious. He was a perfectionist when it came to movie details after all, and it didn't hurt to have a pretty lady cooking for him. And OH PECK!! Her food was grand. He never liked sweet things like cake before but she revealed his hidden sweet tooth for her-..uh these things. The owls were still yelled at by him and he still yelled at most people but with less bite until one day. The theme for the Bird Movie Awards was announced. Romance. Why? Well with a few of the judges for the movies falling ill the date had to be pushed back to allow them to recover and that put the new rewards ceremony close to Cupid's Day, so Romance would be the new theme. And with her first season of her cooking show coming to an end so Mr. Grooves could focus on the movie- No wait. Play he was working on she was glad for the break and was happy for him. He had gotten the idea from a very popular children's book and he seemed super excited to try it out. As for Conductor he was working on his own movie which was coming along great. At his rate he should have it done long before Cupid Day was here. Or at least we would've if it wasn't for an accident. Cookie had taken Muriel with her to the little aliens ship and met up with Poppy again. The poor dear was so cooped up she invited her to come shopping with her and the girls in Express Town and she agreed. After grabbing some gold for money the five ladies made their way into Express Town. Exchanging the gold, buying some new clothes, things like that. And when everyone got hungry she offered to give everyone a free lunch at her cafe, only thing wrong was that she accidentally left her purse inside her set up at the studios again so they had to take a small detour to grab it....She was only gone for fifthteen minutes! No more and no less! And in those fifthteen minutes Conductor's entire movie was destroyed, a fight had broke out between the bird and Poppy, Poppy had somehow accidentally broken the Directors' shared VERY expensive camera, Poppy agreed to work for Mr. Grooves for free in exchange to pay him back, and now Conductor was forced to resort to another idea since his first movie was completely wrecked and it would take too long and costly to refilm everything in the original. .....All she did was get her purse and come back! How did these things keep happening to her!? Sigh. Oh well. At least it wasn't something caused by Muriel's stunts again. Cookie was given the chance to catch up on what happened taking them to lunch and keeping the three company until the next train back to the Moon City. From then on for a while things were calm for now but she was wondering how Conductor was doing now that he was set back farther back than Mr. Grooves now. Last she heard he was looking for someone to play a southern bell damsel in distress but had no luck with any of the ladies who auditioned. Which lead to one fateful encounter when they decided to grab some food from the Jukebox Cafe and load and behold there was Conductor sitting in a quiet corner. His jacket was discarded next to him at the booth, looked to be on his hundredth cup of coffee, a stack of what must've been script in front of him lying on the table, and he mumbled to himself over nothing staring at the papers in front of him. So naturally Cookie walked on over to him with Muriel trailing right behind her.

"Mr. Conductor!" The owl gave a squawk as he jumped up towards her. In return she gave a big smile towards him. "Ah wasn't expecting to see you here today? What do I owe the pleasure?"

Conductor stared at her for a moment before opening his mouth, turning red, and clearing his throat. "L-Lassie! A-Aye was just...M-Mullin' over me movie scripct! Yeah!"

"Oh how nice. And how's that comin' along?"

He gave a long sigh before his hand reached up before rubbing his head. "Nah good. I got rrrroles to fill in but nah anyone I look at is good at the bloody roles! If only I had snagged that country red haired lass ta play the darned role! She would've had the accent for it at least!" Oh. He must've meant Poppy. The two of them had similar accents. "But nnnnooo!! She's working for DJ Sunglasses while m' stuck with empty slots like a broken poker game!"

"Oh I see. Poor man. Must be exhausting. Let me get you some food on the house."

"Wot? Nah! I can't ask ye to do that, Lass."

"You aren't. Ah'm offering and I insist. This is my cafe after all. It's the least I could do."

"Yer too kind, Lass."

Cooking looked over as Muriel also tugged insistently on her shirt. "Hey! I'm hungry too! How am I supposed to defend the world if I have an empty stomach?"

"Oh alright. My children have a healthy appetite. Waiter!" She waved to one of her employees who immediately paid attention. "Bring out two orders of burger and fries and another coffee for this gentlemen, and some katsu curry for myself."

The waiter disappeared and five minutes later the two girls were sitting in front of Conductor with their respective foods chatting away although he was still mostly thinking about his movie. He was more behind than that flashy peckneck by now and no one was fitting his darned roles! It shouldn't be this hard! Where was he supposed to find a southern bell that was kind and caring with a really sweet personality!?..Reality then hit him in the middle of taking a bite of his hamburger. When Muriel happily eating her own burger got ketchup and mustard all over her face. Cookie fussed and scolded her lightly in a motherly way before taking a couple napkins and hastily wiping at the fussing girl's face. Such a kind, sweet, and caring gesture. Then it hit him with the speed and force of his own train.

"THAT'S IT!!" His voice boomed out happily in new found excitement and he smiled startling the two ladies into looking at him. "Ahehehehe!! That's it! That's wot I've been missing!"

...Cookie blinked. "Uh..W-What?"

He pointed right at her. "You, Lass! You're the perfect one to play the rrrole of Catrina in me big film!"

Cookie's fur fluffed up in surprise as Conductor rubbed his hands together in glee. Napkins dropped so her paws could point at her. "W-Who me!? N-Now Mr. Conductor you must be mistaken! I-I haven't gotten an acting bone in mah body! I wouldn't be able to perform none!"

"Lassie please!," Conductor begged, "Ah now you'd be perfect for the rrrole! And I need ye help with this! I nah can do it on me own! And the deadline is leavin' me with nah choice! I'll make it up to ye in whatever ye want! Please help this old bird out once!"

Muriel's eyes widened at the thought of Cookie acting and snapped to her. And Cookie looked at the desperate bird in shock. Conductor was quite literally begging with his hands clasped together looking at her with a pleading frown on his face. She'd never seen the proud bird act like this before even when he was stressed so he must've been really desperate if he was resorting to begging out in the open where everyone could see him. And she couldn't blame him. Losing his first movie and scrambling to finish a second one must've put strain on him. She felt bad for him and she could help him now. Couldn't she?

Cookie continued to stare at him for a long moment before sighing. And smiling at him. "Well..If it really means that much to ya then I guess I could lend a hand."

"YES!! THANK YE LASSIE!! YA WON'T REGRET IT!!"

"Hey! What about me?," Muriel exclaimed with a frown, "Don't I ever get to do anything?"

"Oooh! I think I got the rrright role for the wee one!"

"hmm. What kind of role are we talking about here?"

"A hero! One who'd be the key piece ta helpin' the lassie escape from ye train mugger!"

Muriel looked real interested now. "A hero huh? Alright! Ya got yourself a deal! I can't wait to see everyone's face when I nail that bad guy in their ugly mug!"

"Ahahahaha!! That's the spirit! Ooh! We're surrre to kick that peckneck out of the rrring now!"

Now all his roles were filled in! They could begin filming now! HA! Watch out DJ Peckneck! His winning streak was back on track now!....And then he was scolded by Cookie for using the p word in front of Muriel.

[nightcoremoon]

finally bought nova covert ops because it’s $10 now.

yeah it’s pretty good, if way less balanced than all of the other campaigns. see, mission one was a decent metal gear solid mission and then a really cool final fantasy 7 escape from midgar mission, and that was totally fine.

mission two is a four lane tower defense holdout sorta like the Warcraft 3 Classic level (because the reforged remake of that mission was fucking terrible), except… you run out of minerals halfway through. whoops. you don’t have enough cash on hand to reach max supply and build all the bunkers. If youre expected to micro 10 reapers against infestors & defilers & seven zerglings swarming six (overlords) FIVE NEWBORN QUEENS four hydralisks three (roaches) two terran wraiths AND A BRAND NEW S C V~~~ then that’s just really bad design. anyway I figured out right at the end that a strategy may be to just build a CC in horner’s base and mine from his minerals, not like he’d mind since there were still 1K+ on each of his patches.

mission 3 is a three pronged holdout and it was actually pretty good until I realized oh no it’s not. see, a constant stream of lings roaches hydras mutas and the occasional swarm queen- not a brenda, but a BROOD WAR queen (so basically a brood lord)- come at your base. but you’ve got plenty of time to fill your mineral and gas saturation before any attack waves come. and your goal is to shove barracks units into various parts of the level which help further whittle down the incoming attack waves. now, I thought I’d be cheeky and go attack the enemy’s hive cluster once I capped out in supply, just to see if I could do it, because I do that with every terran campaign level, even in the first game. the mission very sternly told me several times NO NO DONT DO THAT DONT HAVE FUN YOUR WAY. STOP. DO THE MISSION THE WAY I WANT YOU TO >:( but I said fuck that. I pushed through and found… some static defense structures and aberrations. um. ok. I come in and I knock out everything and I’m like oh wait a second hold on where does the attack wave even come from??? and then an overlord came over from offscreen and I’m like oh ok yeah that makes sense they drop the reinforcements in from the enemy base so you can’t just cheese it like you can cheese welcome to the jungle and the dig (but not the devil’s playground since you still need the 8K). alright FINE game, you win this round. so I smiled the overlord, a-moved to my base, and camera’d over to reposition my SCVs to repair my tanks. and then half my army instantly died. because banelings just fucking spawned in on top of my army. and I saw hydras and lings and roaches too. and I realized oh my god the game is just spawning zerg on from out of thin air. because the computer is a cheating bastard. that’s never happened in the entirety of the other campaigns; every single enemy that spawns came from somewhere on the map. so they cut corners and did bullshit and then recorded voice lines to tell you not to peak behind the curtain. and then the second half is another metal gear solid level.

all in all the levels are enjoyable if sometimes a bit cheap.

and the story’s really cool. I like seeing matt & valerian, and of course nova is an intriguing character with a voice actress I admire and respect, so I’m glad to see her have some time in the sun. she basically fell off the face of the earth when she kidnapped jim at the start of HOTS so it’s nice to see her back in action. and I’m really looking to seeing my husband alarak again because I know he shows up. and I think I know what’s going on. I’m gonna call it right here, and I hope I’m wrong, but the plan of these Defenders Of Man sure smells a lot like the Sons Of Korhal, and if Mengsk SOMEHOW ISN’T FUCKING DEAD I’m gonna be disappointed but unsurprised since they retconned his death anyway to add him to the co-op commanders list. and it would make sense because something something amon something something the keystone something something bad writing but we need to make a sequel to a Very Definitive Ending and keep pumping out weekly content. but hey, if it’s a little bit of cheesy campy writing it’s fine, if it’s a little bit of forced handrails it’s fine, if it’s a little bit derivative of basically everything from the mid-2000s, it’s fine because the gameplay is still there. it’s still some solid top-quality RTS. and most importantly of all, it’s still a lot of fun.

[father-time-and-baby-new-year]

happy 200! i’m so glad to see your blog grow, it’s one of my favorites and i adore all your writing. i’ve never cried so much and i love the kind of unsettling feeling you write in your fics, it’s perfect in the category of yandere and dark content. in particular, i loved your drabble about shigaraki mourning over a dead reader and i’ve reread that one too many times to count haha! as for asks for headcannons and drabbles, it would be amazing to see that with bully!eren especially since he was such an awful person to the reader. i’d love to see him suffer honestly, but if you don’t want to write it, that’s completely fine! once again, i’m so proud of you for hitting 200! that’s such a huge milestone and hopefully, there will be many more in the future! :)

SYNOPSIS: bully!Eren has to navigate the world without you.

Pairing: Bully!Eren x Fem!Reader

A/N: I can't even explain in words how much I CHEESED at this message like my grin was ear to ear. can't explain how many times I read this. It singlehandedly made my day anon, and to repay you for my happiness....here is some angst. this is a slightly different route than the shiggy one but I hope it still suits you <3

TW: mentions of death, past dubcon/noncon, mentions of trauma, bullying, alcohol addiction, drunk driving, abusive behavior, revenge porn, nonconsensual photography/videography, mentions of infidelity, angst, so much of angst, violent behavior

WC: 2.5k

It's not like Eren had been doing a lot of soul-searching. He's not delusional enough to label his half-assed epiphany of "maybe I'm a shitty person" as soul searching.

It's just the conversation with his very sick mother burned holes through the back of his mind. Carla had asked about you and why you don't come by the house anymore. How she missed baking with you in the kitchen, and how you sweetly smiled whenever you would see soft creamy peaks form in the meringue.

Eren felt like he was swallowing needles as he assured his mother with false truths, that nothing was going on and distance between childhood friends is natural, and if it means so much--ok ok he'll bring you over.

He stays until he sees her chest slowly rising and falling into a gentle asleep. He touches the tip of his ears, unsurprised by how hot it was.

Eren, when you tell a lie, the tips of your ears turn red.

You're not at school the next day. Or the day after that. Or the day after that.

Guilt is not an emotion he feels often but the events of the past weekend replay in his mind. It was just a dumb party that Floch threw, and he was surprised to find you cornered by a trio of thee dunderheads. Like a distorted fairytale, he swept you away from the bad guys like a knight in shining armor, to only shove you in an empty room and demand compensation for playing hero.

Fuck, with that big mouth, you would think that you'd know how to suck cock.

Use your tongue stupid slut. If you use teeth, I'll shove this dick in your ass without any prep.

No, I don't care, you're taking all of it.

There's a video on his camera roll. How could he not record it? You're sobbing, mascara running down your cheeks, looking so beautiful and ruined with jizz smeared at the corner of your mouth. He was brutally fucking your mouth, making you take all of his length.

Breathe through your nose dumb whore. Or else you're gonna run out of air.

You were pleading with whatever garbled sounds you were constricted into producing.

Breathe through your fucking nose. This is for your sake. Otherwise, I don't mind face fucking your lifeless body. You'd be more useful that way anyways.

Eren is conflicted with muting the video because he can't stand to hear himself like that. But he didn't want to miss out on your pitiful whines.

He remembers the distraught expression on your face when he was finally done with you. He tucked himself inside, and sneered, "I've got a girl coming here. Get lost." You looked so fucking distraught. Why? All he did was make you suck his dick. He didn't even fuck you.

He should have. Eren thinks grimly when he stares at your empty desk on the first day you didn't show up to school. He's gotten off to the video more than enough times than he can count over the weekend, and he was aching to see your pretty face twisted into a terrorized expression when he flipped up your skirt to grope your ass.

Kindly, Eren decides he'd allow you to have a rest day. But the second day, Eren pays a visit to your house finding it dark and locked, like no one was home and hadn't been there for a while.

On the third day, you're declared missing.

Your incompetent workaholic mother who finally came home and decided to give a damn reported you missing to the authorities who had scratched their heads because as far as they knew, the pivotal 72 hours were up.

Paradis was surrounded by forests. No one wanted to say it, but they were all thinking it. If you got lost in there, chances are you wouldn't make it out.

Eren wasn't always this admired and fawned over. He had his fair share of behavioral issues that frightened people (not you though, not then at least, not when you were children, and you still came back every day to play).

But when he channeled that anger into sports, there was somewhat of a star in the making, especially for some small-town boy. He was becoming extremely popular, and that's nice and all, but at the end of the day, he has a mother whose health was taking a sharp decline. He was constantly under stress, stress that he took out on you.

Where did his favorite stress-ball go?

It's all fucking surreal. Having detectives in the school. Not that there were many students to question (because christ, did you even have any friends after Eren turned everyone against you?).

Eren was questioned. He can't help but mirthfully chuckle. Maybe this was your grand plan, maybe you were able to finally sort out a mountain of evidence against him. If you were going to fuck him over, didn't you want to see it happen with your own two eyes?

The dark-haired boy wishes that was true. If you had gotten your revenge, would you be here? No, revenge isn't the right word. If you got any justice for what he made you suffer, would you come back?

Hi, I'm Detective Hange. I would like to ask you some questions today. You're Eren Yeager, right?

Yes, that's me.

How do you know ___?

We were childhood friends. We're uh, we're not as close anymore.

When was the last time you saw her?

Friday night at Floch's party-

-Floch Forster right? There were a number of kids there from your school.

Yeah. It was a big party. She uh, doesn't usually come to parties but she was there that night.

You were the last person to be seen with her. Other kids have said that they saw you and her entering a room together, and then only her leaving the said room.

[Sigh] Yeah we sorta...hooked up.

I thought you said you guys weren't close anymore.

You can be not close to someone and still hook up with them.

But you guys were close once right?

Yeah. Once.

The dark-haired boy asks if he was under any suspicion. The detective waves their hand in a dismissive gesture, “If her diary tells us anything, it’s only that she really liked you.”

Were detectives even allowed to divulge that sort of information? Eren doesn’t know but the stray detail that they offered off-handedly made him feel like he was swallowing needles.

At that point, Eren honestly still doesn't believe you're gone. You had a habit of running away, even when you were little kids, but you always came back.

Still, he participates in the search parties with a renewed vigor, even going alone in the forest with a flashlight on most nights.

And he's just so fucking tired. The darkest crevice of his mind almost wishes you were dead because this ignorance was just agony. Almost. Because he still clings to the feeling that one day, he’ll stroll into class and find you in your seat in the back of the class, looking out the window like some cliche shojo manga protagonist.

There are folders and folders on his phone. Albums. The most recent one is dedicated to your crying face as you were choking on his dick. Earlier albums are composed of creepshots of your panties, of that obscene o-face, of your skirt flipped up and your ass cheeks, pictures of your cleavage, videos of you thrashing as he dunked your head into toilets like a villainous middle school bully.

Pictures of your neck covered in hickeys, your naked breasts, ass cheeks striped with red after getting spanked, your leaking cunt, just endless and endless media dedicated to pieces and pieces of your body like you were never a whole person.

The earliest ones though tell a different tale, from off-guards to your drooling face as you napped in the middle of the day.

He has a favorite picture. Your eyes are watery from the cold, snowflakes stuck between lashes, nose and cheeks flushed red, and you're smiling. Smiling right to the camera. Right at him.

"Eren, are you taking a picture?" You asked, bouncing in place, giddy that it was finally snowing.

"Not of you, shut up. Get out of the way." His voice is gruff but not harsh.

You laughed and jumped into frame anyway, and the bright streetlamp behind you made you seem like you were wearing a halo.

He wishes he had more pictures of you being...yourself. Because now your crying face displayed over countless pixels haunt him. But like a fucking degenerate, he still jerks off to all the nudes he coerced from you. Sometimes he cries when he's jerking off which is probably the most pathetic thing he's ever done. This is what you've reduced him to.

He hates the sound of his own voice.

Breathe through your fucking nose. This is for your sake. Otherwise, I don't mind face fucking your lifeless body. You'd be more useful that way anyways.

Eren goes through the motions of life without really feeling like he's in the moment. Seasons change and time flies. His mother dies, and his withdrawn father dies a year later. He proposes to Mikasa because it's something he was always supposed to do. She loves him unconditionally, so even when he doesn't put any effort into the relationship but proposes, she says yes hoping he'll change and be a good husband.

He doesn't go to his parents' funerals because they're already dead. What's the point. He doesn't visit the candlelight vigils in your honor either. After tearing his ACL again and a somewhat traumatic injury, he kisses his pro-football career goodbye. To be totally honest, he's relieved. Because he had gotten quite bored, and maybe he was looking for excuses to quit the entire time. It's not like you'd be cheering on the bleachers anyways.

Mikasa has an affair, more out of a desire to see her fiancé feel something for her as opposed to any burning lust. But when she asks him if he's ever cared at all, with tears springing out of her eyes, he's just calmly drinking his fifth of whisky.

The dark-haired man doesn't even look up, "Let's break up."

"Is this about her, huh? Fucking get over it already Eren. She's GONE. And you have some big fucking audacity moping about her death like you weren't making her cry in the bathroom stalls every fucking day you piece of shit."

"Get out."

"You know what, I bet she killed herse-"

SMASH

The dark-haired woman doesn't finish her rant because the whiskey bottle smashes on the wall next to her head, sending glass everywhere and staining the carpet amber. She's unharmed, knowing it wasn't Eren's intention to hit her but Jesus Christ, what a monster.

She packs her bags and leaves the town like she should have a long time ago. All her friends had left years before and she stayed behind because that's where Eren was. She thanks her lucky stars that they didn't marry.

It's funny because he had always imagined himself being the first to move out of their small town, but he's the one staying. He can't leave this place. feels too tethered to ever leave. Every diner and liquor store is saturated with memories of you. He remembers buying cigarettes and exhaling the smoke to your face to piss you off in empty parking lots.

Maybe he stays in case you'll come back.

Eren's days consist of alcohol-fueled hazes. He doesn't know how his liver is still functioning. He doesn't know he's still alive after crashing his car into a tree when he was drunk out of his mind. He was on his way to get some more vodka.

He barely recognizes himself in the mirror anymore, not that he looks at himself much. His hair is long, nestled around his shoulder because he couldn't be bothered to cut it, dark circles under viridian eyes, and a perpetual stubble on his jaw.

His parents had left quite a sizable inheritance so there's no need to work but he's good with his hands. Likes crafting up birdhouses and cabinets, and occasionally does odd jobs around the neighborhood, never charging the elderly.

He's under the sink, tinkering with a wrench against the pipes when he hears the old lady coo at him.

"We're so lucky to have you Eren. I'm surprised a handsome young man like yourself doesn't have a special lady. The girls must be lining up at your door!"

The dark-haired man winces, and offers no comment, knowing that that the older lady was susceptible to long tangents.

"You know, we're getting a new neighbor." Eren grunts as a response. "They're young, I've heard. Isn't that exciting? Oh my, Eren! I think they're gonna be living in the house right next to yours..."

He tunes out the rest of the conversation because doesn't really care. He just hopes his new neighbors are quiet.

It's Sunday noon when obnoxious noises of moving trucks and people wake him up from his deep slumber. Eren's annoyed to wake up despite the fact he's probably been sleeping over 15 hours. He oscillates between getting too much sleep and getting none, his sleeping habits completely dependent on his dreams.

His nightmares are too visceral, visions of your corpse asking him if he'd enjoyed hollowing your soul with his teeth.

His dreams are achingly sweet. You in your prom gown, shining so iridescently like diamonds were sewn into the silk. He's dancing with you, holding you close, and then after you guys go to your favorite diner and gorge on burgers and milkshakes.

There's a peal of distinctly feminine laughter that stirs up Eren's senses. He's so pathetic, was the mere sound of a woman laughing getting him excited?

He sighs. He thinks of the whore he's frequently visited because of her resemblance to you. Hair color, skin color, face shape--with enough alcohol, he could really convince the person beneath him, was you. Maybe it's time to give her a call, but she's gotten so fucking needy and he hated how her voice didn't match yours.

The green-eyed man peers from the lace curtains, irritated by the brats playing on his lawn. A full family next door? Great, just what he needs.

The friendly knock on his door breaks him out of his daze. He contemplates whether he should answer but on the second more muted knock, he lets his feet guide him.

He turns the knob.

And Eren Yeager completely shatters.

Because it's you isn't it? You're the person standing in front of him? He can hear what you're saying but he doesn't really register it, soaking in the cadence of a voice he had long forgotten because all he had were pleading whimpers and frenzied moans stored on his cell.

He's shaking. Is he dreaming? He's dreaming, right? He knows it's you. You're older, far more beautiful than he's ever seen you. You have a different hairstyle, wearing clothes he would have mocked you for, and there's this joyfulness within you that makes you glow.

There's a mess of emotions electrifying in the pits of his stomach from euphoria, anger, and dread. He could feel his skin growing clammy like he was about to vomit at any second.

"Hey, are you all right?"

Doe eyes full of concern peer up at him. He voices out the syllables of your name like a desperate prayer.

You tilt your head to the side, "How do you know my name?"